#cloud strife fanfic

[naehoonx]

" I love you " - cloud pov [ oneshot ]

→ SUMMARY: cloud was never good with his words. a guy who appears to be cold towards others but since a few days he seems .. different towards you. its like something is burning on his tounge.

→ GENRE: fluff; awkward; innocent; confession; mutual feelings; golden retriver energy.

→ RATING: 13+

→ NOTE: i know this is something completely different from the things i normally write. normally i only write about jungkook and taehyung but since FF7 came out .. i found my love for Cloud again. So i decided to write a pov about him. maybe more will follow on the future. also please keep in mind that english isnt my mother tounge, thanks. IMPORTANT; The city mentioned never appeared in the games. its my own interpretation! also my gaming povs mostly never matches with the games.

♡.°₊ˎ SONG FOR THIS ONESHOT

your hands were sweaty as you were sitting outside in front of the old house. it wasnt something fancy, just an old block house deep inside the woods which served as some kind of shelter for your little group. The cold evening air blew a few strands of hair into your face. It would be a while before he would come outside to join you. for a short moment you regretted volunteering for this sort of misson, not that it would be difficult. this wasnt the reason why you suddenly became so nervous. You looked up at the darkening sky with your lips pressed together. A few small stars could be seen here and there, so it was a perfect evening to search for a flower which only blooms once a month on a full moon night. The fabric of your light blue dress began to rustle as you moved back and forth on the tree trunk. its been 20 minutes already, what took him that long? you wiped your sweaty hands on your dress once again. If this continues you would have to go back inside to change again. surely tifa would raise an eyebrow, probably asking herself if that was some kind of sheme from you. making sure that "he" will really come with you. he trusted you, so you trusted him, naturally. but still, you were nervous. This would be the first time in months that you've done something alone together. The others accompanied you on every other mission. You loved your friends but sometimes you wished you had more time alone with him. from behind the old wooden door finally opened but you were too nervous to turn around to face him yet.

"are you ready?" his voice was gentle in your ear which why you finally turned around.

the second you did, you cursed yourself for not preparing a bit longer. the man in front of you was none other than Cloud Strife, your best friend, your companion and the men you had a crush on for so many months now. cloud had always been beautiful in your eyes but tonight he looked completely different. his armor was gone, so he only wore his dark turtleneck tank top, matched with a pair of dark pants. your eyes traveled down on his arms as you noticed that he also werent wearing the gloves which he was normally wearing. compared to him you looked like always. even his blonde styled hair looked a bit messy underneath the rising moonlight.

"whats wrong? did you saw a ghost?" raising one of his eyebrows, cloud crossed his arms in front of his chest. "i- uh no! you just look so different ..." "dont be silly and come ..."

without another word he finally started walking ahead. cloud never talked much, not even with you so it wasnt suprising that he didnt paid much attention to your remark. slowly you started to follow him into the woods. the both of you only heard rumours about this special flower. apparently it glows in the dark whenever moonlight hits one of its petals. beside that it didnt had any powers but tifa really wanted to plant one on her garden. at first you thought you could go alone but the second cloud heard that you were going outside at night, alone, he decided to tag along.

fidgeting with your fingers all you could see was his back in front of you. cloud even left his buster sword at home. looking down at his bare hand a slight glimmer of red crawled up your cheeks. there was only one time were you held hands with him and this only happened because of a small accident. it happened on one of the many Shinra ships. cloud was busy fighting off some of the soldiers while you were busy cracking the code to the main gate. It wasn't a difficult task as long as cloud could distract the others, but one soldier didn't seem to fall for it. suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder and pushed you backwards. you landed roughly against the nearest wall. Of course, cloud noticed this and immediately rushed to your side. he grabbed your hand to pull you behind him. the whole time he protected you, he never let go of your hand. so that was the closest you ever got to holding his hand with him. beside that nothing romantic ever happened between the two of you. after a while you came to the conclusion that cloud, probably, doesnt like you like this. in the beginning this perception was hard and you were heartbroken for days. maybe it was too much to ask for, considering how clumsy cloud is and that he doesnt really talk about his feelings.

"everything okay?" you nearly bumped against his chest, not noticing that cloud has stopped in his steps. were you sighing again? did he heard it? you could feel how your cheeks grew hotter with every passing second. in a fast motion you shook your head as cloud took a step into your direction. "are you sure? you were sighing pretty loudly. are you already tired? If yes .. dont worry we are nearly there"

you wanted to answer something but cloud turned around again. expecting to take up his pace you took a step forward but in the next moment something warm slipped into your hand. suprised your eyes darted downward and at the same time your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. cloud held your hand, he really held your hand. slowly your fingers closed around his palm. Whenever you pictured this day in your head, you never imagined that his hand would be so soft. it was like you were holding a fluffy cloud in your palm, carefully not to crush it.

with a slow motion cloud slowly started to walk again. like usual he didnt addressed the thing he just did and you were fine with it. by now you were too busy to calm down your pounding heart inside your chest. slowly cloud pulled you between some green bushes into a clearing. you could imagine that in this meadow many beautiful flowers were blooming, since its been night most of them were sleeping peacefully. As your eyes scanned the meadow, they stopped in a certain place. You immediately let go of cloud hand just so you could run to that spot.

"hey Y/N! whats wrong?" his voice rang in your ear but your eyes didnt left the spot. this was it, this wasnt a dream right?

suddenly you came to a halt and kneeled down on the ground. right in front of you were the glowing flower. it was so beautiful that you didnt even noticed how cloud kneeled down on the ground right beside you.

"its beautiful isnt it ...?" you asked him as your fingertips brushed over the delicate petals "yes ... more than beautiful" "say cloud how should we-"

the moment you turned your head into his direction you noticed that he was looking at you. cloud's face was so close and yet so far at the same time. from this distance you could clearly see his eyes which looked so beautiful to you. some other people were scared of him because of the Mako in them but for you, it was something totally normal. the glow from the flower was illuminating his face and for the first time you were able to see a slightly red shimmer on his cheeks. was he blushing? slowly you lift your hand up just to make sure youre not dreaming. mid air cloud catched your wrist with his own hand just to place it against his cheeks. at the same time your eyes widen feeling his soft warm skin at the back of your hand. what was wrong with him all of a sudden? why was he so affectionate?

"im sorry. i lied to you Y/N" "w-what do you mean ... ?" "tifa didnt wanted that flower. i just ... wanted to show you something beautiful ... and i thought such a flower would be the perfect thing you would enjoy"

you could see the hurt in his eyes, probably thinking you would be mad at him now. shaking your head you turned your hand inside of his palm into an direction so you were able to cup his cheek. how could you have been so blind? yes cloud never talked about his feelings but he always made sure to show them. especially around you he was always considerate, making sure that you felt comfortable on all their journeys.

a small smile appeared on your face "im not mad. thank you for showing me something so .. beautiful cloud."

the moment you pulled away from him to get up again, cloud squeezed your hand more tightly. in the next second your cheek was met with his chest, the soft fabric of his turtleneck shirt carressing your skin.

"cloud ...?" "Y/N I ..."

it was clear to you that he was struggling to find the right words. with a smile on your face you slowly lifted your head up, the red on his cheeks grew heavier with every second he kept looking at you. anxiety crawled up inside of you as his grip loosens around your body, what if he changed his opinion about you? a nervous chuckle escaped your mouth as you wanted to turn your head away but clouds hand on your cheek forced you to look back. there wasnt much time to contemplate what to say because in the next moment his warm lips met yours. at once your whole body felt like jelly as it immediately relaxed inside of his arms. it wasnt a passionate kiss he shared with you, it was a soft and careful kiss. clouds heartbeat hammered against your chest, it was so strong and loud that you could hear and feel it. as you wrapped both of your arms around his body to kiss him back, he slowly broke the kiss. clouds lips were still hovering above yours, just millimeters away. it was a sweet distraction from the words he finally managed to say;

"I love you, YN"

those words were enough, nothing more needed to be said. with a small nod your head moves forward to occupy his lips again. that was everything cloud needed as an an answer. the moon kept shining down on the both of you, wrapping your bodies in blue moonlight. it was like the whole forest approved of your feelings to each other as all the animals went quiet. around the both of you some fireflies took off from the grass into the sky. this moment belonged to you and cloud, no one could take this away from you anymore.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

Breaking Rules | Cloud Strife x Reader

Part Two

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Summary: Days after your initial meeting, Cloud finds himself drawn back to Wall Market, unable to explain his motives even to himself. Against all odds, he sees you again and, despite the transactional nature of your relationship, invites you over again.

Words: ~5,100

Tags: Cloud Strife is Bad At Feelings, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, Reader Insert, Female Reader, Plus/Midsize Reader, No Y/N

Cloud stood by the window of his apartment, staring out at the sprawling mess of Midgar’s undercity, his mind far from the dull hum of the streets below. Normally, when he wasn’t on a mission, his thoughts stayed focused on his next task, keeping him grounded in the predictable rhythm of his life. But lately, his mind had been elsewhere—on you.

It had been a few days since that night. He should’ve forgotten you by now, moved on like he always did. Yet every time he closed his eyes, he saw you—your calm gaze, your teasing smirk, the way your voice wrapped around his name like you’d known him longer than the span of an hour or two.

Cloud’s fingers curled around the windowsill, his knuckles whitening as he gripped it tighter. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d had numerous other encounters before, other nights that blurred together into something forgettable. Why was this different?

His eyes dropped to the faint reflection of himself in the glass, the glow of the city’s neon lights casting sharp shadows over his features. He looked as tired as he felt, the weight of his sleepless nights etched into his face. Nights where your name, your laugh, your smirk haunted the edges of his mind.

The sound of his phone vibrating on the table behind him pulled him from his thoughts. He turned slowly, dragging his feet as though reluctant to break the stillness of the room. Picking up the device, he glanced at the screen.

A message from Tifa. "You okay? Haven’t heard from you all day."

Cloud hesitated, his thumb hovering over the keys. He wanted to type something simple, something that would put her at ease without inviting more questions. Instead, he set the phone back down, the message unanswered.

Cloud shook his head, grabbing his jacket from the chair. Maybe he just needed some air. Something to clear his mind. But as he stepped out into the street, his feet didn’t carry him to any random part of the city.

They carried him toward Wall Market.

Cloud told himself it was coincidence. He hadn’t meant to end up there—it wasn’t like he was searching for you. That would be ridiculous. Wall Market was sprawling, chaotic, a maze of noise and neon lights. The odds of running into someone twice, especially someone like you, were slim. Practically nonexistent.

And yet, as he pushed through the crowded streets, his eyes darted to every corner, scanning the shadows, searching the face of every figure that leaned against a building as the hum of the market surrounded him—vendors shouting over one another, laughter spilling from nearby bars, the faint buzz of electricity from flickering neon signs, and there in the distance: The Rusty Chocobo.

Cloud shoved his hands into his pockets, his jaw tightening. He hadn’t meant to end up here. He told himself that again, as though repetition might make it true.

His eyes darted to the figures moving in and out of the bar, scanning faces without meaning to. A woman stepped out, laughing loudly with her companions, and for a split second, Cloud’s chest tightened. But it wasn’t you.

Of course it wasn’t you.

His lips pressed into a thin line, his shoulders stiffening as he turned his gaze away. What did he expect? Even if you frequented this part of Wall Market, there was no guarantee you’d be here again tonight. And even if you were—what then? What was he planning to say?

But before he could force himself to turn and walk away, the door to the bar swung open again. And as if the universe had decided to intervene—for better or worse, Cloud couldn’t tell—there you were.

Tonight, you looked different—still captivating, but in a way that caught him off guard. Gone was the sleek, alluring outfit from that night, replaced with fitted jeans that hugged your hips and thighs, paired with a simple black tank top that hinted at the softness of your chest. A light, oversized jacket hung loosely off your shoulders, the sleeves pushed up to your elbows.

Your hair was slightly tousled, and your makeup—if any—was subtle, just a faint sheen on your lips catching the dim light. A small crossbody bag rested against your hip, your movements unhurried and relaxed as you stepped into the street.

You glanced in his direction, and for a moment, he thought you hadn’t seen him. But then your eyes locked on his, and the faintest flicker of surprise crossed your face before smoothing into something more familiar. That knowing smirk curved your lips, subtle and teasing, your head tilting slightly as if you’d caught him red handed.

“Well,” you said, your voice carrying just enough to reach him over the hum of the market. “If it isn’t my favorite Storm Cloud. What are you doing here?” you asked, stepping closer.

Cloud managed to hold your gaze, his jaw clenching as he forced his expression into something neutral despite his shock at seeing you again. “Just… needed some air,” he muttered, his voice low, almost gruff.

Your smirk deepened, your eyes glinting with quiet amusement. “Sure,” you said, drawing the word out like you didn’t believe him for a second. You stopped a few feet away, your gaze sweeping over him with that same calm, steady confidence that had been etched into his memory. “Wall Market’s a funny place to go for air. Guess you’ve got a thing for overpriced drinks and questionable company.”

Cloud’s lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to break through, but he forced it down. “What about you?” he countered, shifting his weight awkwardly.

“I just finished work," you said, your tone tinged with dry amusement.

The way you said it—matter-of-fact, unflinching—made Cloud’s chest tighten. Of course, that was why you were here. What else would it be?

Still, the words settled uncomfortably in his chest. It wasn’t judgment—Cloud wasn’t the kind of man who thought less of someone for what they did to survive. But the reminder of what "work" meant for you stung, a sharp and unwelcome thought gnawing at the edges of his mind. You’d been with other men tonight—men who weren’t him.

It wasn’t his place to feel anything about it, and he knew that. This wasn’t supposed to matter. He wasn’t supposed to care. And yet, the idea of those nameless men, their hands on you, their voices in your ear, left a bitter taste in his mouth. A pang of something—resentment? jealousy?—twisted in his chest.

You watched him, your smirk fading slightly as though you caught the shift in his expression. “Relax,” you teased, trying to break the tension. “It’s not like I’m going to charge you for standing around.”

Cloud’s jaw tightened, his gaze flicking away as he struggled to find the right response. "So... you're done for the night?"

He wasn’t sure why he’d asked—it wasn’t like him to pry, let alone care. And yet, the words had tumbled out before he could stop them.

You tilted your head, studying him. “What’s it to you?”

Cloud shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Just asking,” he muttered, his voice rough, almost defensive.

Your smirk deepened, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Why, got plans for me?”

Cloud’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. "How much?"

For a moment, you didn’t answer, your brow knitting together as though you were carefully weighing your response. Then, after a beat, you shrugged lightly, the motion almost dismissive.

“Same as before,” you said.

Cloud didn’t hesitate. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the gil without a word. His movements were deliberate, mechanical, as he counted out the amount and handed it over. You took it without comment, your fingers brushing his briefly as the exchange was made.

“Come on,” he said, already turning on his heel and heading down the street.

You followed, slipping the money into your bag.

Cloud’s mind was a tangle of contradictions as he walked. He didn’t want to fuck you—not tonight, anyway. He wasn’t even sure why he’d asked, why he’d paid. This wasn’t supposed to be part of his day, part of his life. Yet here he was again, leading you back to his apartment like it was some inevitability he couldn’t fight.

What the hell was he doing?

The thought churned in his chest, a low hum of frustration mingling with something he didn’t want to name.

When they reached his apartment, Cloud paused at the door, glancing back at you. You met his gaze with that same calm confidence, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as if to say, Your move, Storm Cloud.

He unlocked the door without a word, stepping inside and holding it open for you. You walked past him, your steps measured, your gaze sweeping over the dimly lit room before you turned to face him.

Cloud stiffened the moment you slipped off your jacket, the fabric sliding from your shoulders and pooling over your arm. His chest tightened as you reached for the hem of your shirt in one swift, practiced motion, ready to peel it off.

“Wait,” he said, his voice sharper than he intended.

You froze mid-motion, your fingers still gripping the edge of your shirt, and looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and surprise. “Something wrong?” you asked lightly, your tone calm, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes.

Cloud’s jaw worked as he tried to find the right words, the tension in his shoulders refusing to ease. His hands stayed shoved in his pockets, fingers curling into fists as he wrestled with the impulse that had driven him to speak. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to say, just that the sight of you preparing to undress sent a pang of something through him that wasn’t desire—at least, not entirely.

“I didn’t…” He hesitated, the words catching in his throat. “That’s not why I brought you here.”

“But you paid for it,” you said after a long pause, your tone matter-of-fact.

Cloud nodded, the tension in his chest tightening as he struggled to find the right words. “I know.”

“Then what do you want?” you asked, your voice suddenly measured, cautious—like you weren't sure if you wanted the answer. Cloud’s gaze flicked toward the window, unable to meet your eyes for a moment. He didn’t know what he wanted. That was the problem.

He sighed, unfolding his arms and running a hand through his hair. “Why don’t you just… take a seat."

The silence that followed stretched longer than it should have, heavy with something unspoken as you stood frozen in the middle of the room. There was no smirk on your face now, no playful teasing, just a sharp, watchful expression as you moved toward the couch. You sat and crossed your legs, resting your hands lightly on your knee, your gaze flitting briefly around the room before settling resolutely on him.

And that’s when Cloud realized, with a start, that you were nervous.

No, more than nervous. You were…afraid. Of him—not because of anything he’d done, but because of what he could do.

Of course, you were on edge. Why wouldn’t you be? He’d shown up out of nowhere, tracked you down, handed over gil without a shred of explanation, and brought you back to his apartment. And now, after all that, he didn’t want to have sex with you? The very thing you’d thought he hired you to do?

The whole thing must have seemed like a setup.

Cloud didn’t blame you. He wasn’t naïve—he knew how most men looked at women like you—like objects, toys for their amusement, tools to satisfy whatever desire, sex or otherwise, they brought to the table. But the idea that you might think he was one of those men made his stomach churn. But he didn’t know how to fix this—how to erase the guarded look in your eyes or the wary set of your shoulders. Words had never been his strength, and right now, the ones he needed felt impossible to find.

“I know how this looks,” He managed, trying, and likely failing, to sound gentle and reassuring. “But I’m not… I’m not trying to scare you or… or anything.”

You tilted your head slightly, your eyes narrowing as you studied him with a sharp, assessing gaze that made him feel like you were peeling back layers he wasn’t even aware of. Searching for something—cracks, dishonesty, danger.

“I didn’t think this through,” Cloud continued, the words coming out low and halting as he tried to force his scattered thoughts into something coherent. “I’m not here to push you into anything. I just… wanted to see you… I guess.”

The words tasted unfamiliar, even as they left his mouth, yet they rang with a truth he could no longer deny.

He’d told himself he hadn’t gone looking for you, that heading back to the Rusty Chocobo had been nothing more than a coincidence. But now, standing here with you, the words slipping out like they’d been waiting all along, he couldn’t ignore the truth any longer.

He had gone looking for you.

Your posture stayed tense, though the sharpness in your expression flickered briefly, replaced by something he couldn’t quite read. Curiosity, maybe. Or skepticism.

“You came all the way to Wall Market, paid me, and brought me back to your place… just to see me?"

“Yeah.”

You blinked at him, your brows knitting together as though you were trying to solve a puzzle. “You’re serious.”

Cloud nodded, his shoulders stiff as he resisted the urge to look away. “…Yeah.”

Another pause, longer this time, stretched as you studied him, weighing his words. You were still wary, trying to piece him together, to figure out whether the man standing in front of you was safe or dangerous. Cloud couldn’t blame you. The situation was absurd, and the fact that he’d handled it so poorly wasn’t helping.

Finally, you tilted your head slightly, your voice calm but edged with suspicion. “Alright. Let’s start with the basics. What do you do?”

Cloud’s shoulders stiffened slightly. He knew how his answer would sound—knew it wasn’t exactly the kind of response that screamed trustworthy. But he also knew better than to lie. “I’m a mercenary,” he said evenly, his voice low.

Your eyes narrowed, the words clearly not putting you at ease. “A mercenary,” you repeated, your tone carefully neutral. “Guess that explains the big-ass sword. So, what… you get paid to fight people?”

“Sometimes,” Cloud admitted, watching your reaction carefully. “Sometimes it’s other things. Body guarding, retrievals, odd jobs. Whatever needs doing.”

“Doesn’t quite make me feel better,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re not exactly selling yourself as the harmless type, you know.”

Cloud’s lips twitched, a faint flicker of dry humor slipping through. “I’m not harmless,” he said honestly. “But I’m… I wouldn’t hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you and I won’t.”

Your brows furrowed. “So… nobody sent you for me?”

The question hit him like a bucket of cold water. Cloud’s own curiosity flared at the implication—why would someone be looking for you? What kind of trouble might you be caught up in? But he forced himself to push the questions aside. The last thing you needed was him prying into your life when you didn’t trust him to begin with.

“No,” he said firmly, his voice steady. “No one sent me.”

Your gaze stayed locked on his, sharp and unyielding as you searched his face for any sign of dishonesty. Cloud held it without flinching, letting his sincerity show. He needed you to believe him, even if he couldn’t admit to himself why it mattered so much.

“Alright,” you said at last, the word measured and cautious. “I’ll… take your word for it.”

Cloud nodded, relief flooding through him, though he didn’t let it show beyond a subtle loosening of his posture. It was progress, no matter how small. You weren’t running out the door or accusing him of ulterior motives anymore, and that was enough for now.

The silence stretched between you, no longer as heavy but still charged. Finally, you leaned back against the couch, tilting your head slightly as you studied him. “So,” you began, “if no one sent you, and you’re not here to… hurt me, then what exactly do you want?”

Cloud hesitated, his jaw tightening. “I told you,” he muttered after a beat. “I wanted to see you.”

Your brow arched at that, skepticism flickering across your face again. “Right,” you said slowly.

Cloud sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know how it sounds,” he admitted, his voice low, almost apologetic. “But it’s the truth.”

You watched him for a moment longer before leaning back a little further. “You’re a weird guy, you know that?”

Cloud huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching in something like amusement. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I’ve heard that before.”

You hummed absently in response, your gaze flicking around the room as though you were searching for something.

When you spotted the dusty old chess set tucked away on a shelf in the corner, you tilted your head, curiosity lighting up your expression. Pushing yourself up from the couch, you crossed the room, your steps deliberate

"You play?” you asked, reaching out and running a finger along the top of the board, leaving a clean streak in the thin layer of dust.

Cloud blinked, caught off guard by the question. He hadn’t thought about that chessboard in ages. It had been a gift from Tifa years ago—something she’d said would help him “unwind” during his downtime. But it had sat there untouched ever since, a relic of an idea that never came to fruition.

“Used to,” he muttered.

“Used to,” you echoed thoughtfully, your tone neutral. Then, you picked it up and carried it over to the coffee table in the center of the room.

Cloud frowned slightly as you set it down and began wiping the dust off and arranging the pieces.

“Well,” you said, your tone hesitantly teasing, “since you’re not in the mood for… other activities, how about a game?”

Cloud hesitated, his gaze flicking from the board to you. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice skeptical.

You shrugged. “Why not? Unless you’re afraid of losing.”

That made Cloud huff softly, the barest hint of a smirk ghosting across his lips. “I don’t lose,” he said gruffly as he made his way to the table.

“Guess we’ll see,” you said, folding your legs as you finished setting up the last of the pieces. “Because I don’t go easy on anyone—not even weird, broody mercenaries.”

Cloud rolled his eyes, settling on the floor opposite you, resting his elbows on the table as he studied the board.

The game began in silence, save for the soft scrape of pieces sliding across the wood and the occasional hum of thought from you. Cloud’s focus sharpened as it always did when he had a task in front of him, his eyes scanning the chessboard with the same intensity he brought to battle.

But he couldn’t help noticing the way your demeanor shifted as the game progressed. The guarded edge that had been so sharp continued to dull slightly with every move, the wariness in your eyes, now tempered by something else—curiosity, maybe even amusement.

“Not bad,” you remarked after a particularly clever move on his part, sliding your bishop back to block his knight. “Didn’t peg you for a strategist.”

Cloud huffed softly, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t get far in my line of work without learning how to think ahead.”

You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth twitching. “Right. Mercenary,” you chuckled. “I should have known. From the whole ‘silent and brooding’ vibe you’ve got going on.”

Cloud hummed, watching you consider your next move on the board. “Am I that transparent?

“Kinda,” you admitted, your tone light as you slid a rook into position. “You’ve got the look down—tough, quiet, mysterious. I’m surprised you don’t have a cape.”

Cloud shot you a sidelong glance, his lips twitching in the faintest hint of a smirk. “Not practical.”

That made you laugh—a soft, genuine sound that caught him off guard. He looked up just in time to see the tension in your shoulders ease a fraction, warmth returning to your expression.

“Fair enough,” you said. “Your turn.”

The banter came easily now, a back-and-forth that felt almost natural, and Cloud didn’t feel like he wasn't second-guessing everything he said or did anymore. The tension that had gripped him earlier was still there, lingering at the edges, but it was quieter now-manageable. You weren't just testing him anymore. You were engaging, talking to him like a person instead of a client.

“So, you work alone?” you asked after a while, moving a pawn forward to threaten one of his bishops.

“No,” Cloud replied, his voice low and even. He considered the board for a moment before sliding his rook to a safer position. “Usually with a team, but… depends on the job., I guess.”

You hummed thoughtfully, leaning forward to study the board. “Is that so? You don’t strike me as the ‘team player’ type.”

“Depends on the team,” he countered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

You grinned back at him, your fingers lingering over your pieces. “Fair enough.”

The small talk continued as the game progressed. You asked him about his favorite places in Midgar (“Nowhere”), whether he ever had downtime (“Rarely”), and what he liked to do when he wasn’t working (“Does sleeping count?”). He answered each question without hesitation, surprising even himself with how easily the words came. In return, he learned a few things about you—your preference for quiet corners in noisy places, a passing interest in old books, and a vague history with someone who’d taught you chess a long time ago.

But even as the conversation lightened, Cloud’s focus on the game remained sharp. His pieces were in good positions, his rooks and knights effectively cornering your queen. He leaned back, his confidence growing as he watched you deliberate your next move.

“You’re in trouble,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with the faintest trace of amusement.

You tilted your head, your lips curving into a slow, knowing smirk. “Guess we’ll see.”

The next few moves were quick. Cloud advanced his pieces aggressively, forcing you to retreat while maintaining control. Victory felt imminent, his position on the board nearly unshakable. But before he could move his queen to deliver what he thought was the final blow, you made your move.

Your bishop slid into place with a deliberate, almost casual motion. “Checkmate,” you said, your voice calm but carrying an unmistakable note of triumph.

Cloud froze, his gaze snapping to the board. His eyes scanned the pieces, disbelief tightening his jaw as he realized what had just happened. Somehow, in the chaos of his offensive, he’d overlooked the trap you’d been building. His king was boxed in—no escape, no counterplay.

He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossing over his chest as he stared at the board in silence. “How?” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You grinned, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the table. “You got cocky,” you said lightly.

Cloud huffed, the sound a mix of frustration and reluctant admiration, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk despite himself. “Not bad,” he admitted grudgingly.

You laughed softly, the sound warm and unguarded, and for a moment, Cloud found himself watching you instead of the board. There was something about the way you sat there that made the sting of defeat feel oddly… tolerable.

As you started putting the board and pieces back in their place on the shelf, his eyes traced the details of your face—the curve of your lips, the slight furrow in your brow as you concentrated on organizing the pieces, the way a loose strand of hair fell against your cheek before you absently tucked it behind your ear. The way the faintest smile lingered on your lips, like you were quietly pleased with yourself for beating him.

It struck him, then, with a force that made his chest ache—how beautiful you were. Not in the way he'd thought when he first saw you, dressed to kill and wearing that confident, teasing smirk. This was different. There was something about the simplicity of this moment, of seeing you like this, that made his chest tighten in a way he wasn’t used to.

And then it hit him: he was doing this all backwards.

He’d seen all of you a few days ago, every curve and inch of your body, felt the warmth of your skin, the softness of your form. That should’ve been the most intimate part, the peak of knowing someone. But now… Now he was noticing the smaller things, the way your lips pursed when you were focused, the soft hum in your throat as you worked, the way you seemed to radiate life in a way that felt both effortless and disarming.

This wasn’t how these things were supposed to go. You didn’t meet someone, sleep with them, and then start peeling back the layers. It was backwards, completely illogical.

Cloud’s chest tightened further, realization creeping in like an unwelcome guest. This wasn’t just attraction, wasn’t just a fleeting interest in someone who’d caught his eye. No, this was deeper. He could feel it in the way his gaze lingered too long, in the ache that stirred in his chest when you laughed, and in the inexplicable pull that had led him back to you in the first place.

He was undoubtedly falling for you.

And Cloud Strife wasn’t supposed to fall for people. Attachments were dangerous, messy, a risk he couldn’t afford to take. That was what he told himself. That was how he lived.

You finished putting the chessboard back on the shelf, brushing your hands together as if to rid them of invisible dust. Turning back toward him, you tilted your head, an amused glint in your eyes. “You okay over there?"

Cloud blinked, pulling himself out of his spiraling thoughts. “I’m fine,” he muttered.

You smirked, crossing your arms as you leaned against the wall, your posture relaxed in a way that only added to the quiet confidence you carried. “You sure? I don’t want you losing sleep over your loss."

“Not losing sleep,” Cloud replied, but his tone lacked its usual edge. His eyes flicked toward the chessboard briefly before settling back on you. “You’re good. I’ll give you that.”

You grinned, the smile warm and teasing. “I know.”

Cloud shook his head, a faint breath of air escaping him that could almost be considered a laugh.

You tilted your head, studying him with a playful curiosity. “Well, Cloud... I suppose that concludes our time together."

The words hit him like a cold gust of wind, snapping him out of the strange sense of ease that had settled between you. His faint smirk faltered, his expression shifting as the reminder of the transaction between you settled heavily in his chest.

You were right, of course. He’d paid you to be here, and now your work was done. This wasn’t supposed to be anything more than an exchange, a business arrangement. And yet, sitting here with you, playing chess and trading small talk, it had started to feel like something else.

Cloud’s gaze flicked away, landing somewhere on the floor as he tried to muster a response. “Right,” he muttered, his voice gruff. “Guess it does.”

You leaned down to pick up your jacket from where it had been discarded earlier, shaking it out before draping it over your arm. Cloud pushed himself to his feet, the motion stiff and deliberate, his gaze flicking to you and then away. For a moment, neither of you spoke, and Cloud just stood there, his hands hanging uselessly at his sides, his eyes darting to yours and then back to the floor like he couldn’t decide where to look.

But then, as if the weight of the silence pressed too hard on you, you broke it. “You know,” you said, your voice quieter now, stripped of the teasing lilt you so often used. “I had fun tonight.”

Cloud’s gaze snapped up to meet yours, his eyes narrowing slightly in surprise.

You offered a faint, almost shy smile, and for the first time, you looked... open. Vulnerable in a way he hadn’t seen before. “This was… nice,” you continued, hesitating as though choosing your words carefully. “The best job I’ve had, honestly.”

Cloud’s chest tightened as the meaning of your words settled over him. The implication was clear: most of your nights weren’t like this. The life you lived wasn’t one you chose—it was something you endured. And yet, here you were, smiling at him like this had been some kind of reprieve from whatever your evenings usually looked like.

Cloud clenched his fists at his sides, resisting the urge to say something, to ask questions he knew he shouldn’t. He didn’t have the right. All he could do was nod, the motion stiff and awkward.

You stepped toward the door and Cloud moved instinctively, his hand brushing against the edge of the handle, but you stopped him with a light touch on his arm. He froze, his breath catching as he turned to face you.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek in a gesture so soft and fleeting it barely registered before you pulled away. “Take care of yourself, Cloud,” you said, your voice gentle.

And then you were gone, slipping out the door and into the night, leaving Cloud standing there, his cheek tingling from where your lips had touched it, his chest aching with a mix of emotions he couldn’t begin to untangle.

The room felt impossibly empty without you.

[enyaiasmim]

Cloud Strife x Fem!Reader

Tags: SFW, kiss, romance, kinda angst.

Plot summary: Cloud was away for two years, you got into an accident and lost your left eye and also got a huge scar on your face's left side. Cloud went searching for you, but you were scared of his reaction seeing you like that.

Disclaimer: English is NOT my mother language. So please, spare me of any unnecessary comments, thank you.

FOR REFERENCE *BUT ON THE LEFT SIDE LOL*

You looked away of him, completely ashamed of the scar on your face. Cloud was behind you, you could only hear his breathing.

- Don't hide from me - he said firmly.

You slowly turned your head to face him, tears falling from your right eye. Cloud closed the distance between you two and took your hands into his.

- I look horrifying! I could make a child cry! - you said, voice embargoed.

- What in the world makes you think, my dear, that I would care about your appearance when it's been such a long time I haven't seen you?

You looked deep into his eyes, those mesmerizing eyes. Your breath caught in your throat… More tears rolled down your face.

- Don't you get it yet? You are the one who makes me get butterflies just by being near me. When I feel your warmth, hear your voice, smell your sweet scent, just by looking at you… All these things numb my thoughts with you, only you. And if that really matters to you… Not for a second have I thought you looked terrific. You are the most beautiful creature that has crossed my path, and Lord, - he looked to the sky - Thank you for that… - he paused, looking back at you. He approached further, joining your foreheads, both your noses touching.

- I love you. - he said, smiling.

- I… I… I love you too, Cloud. - you answered, smiling too. Cloud took your face into his hands and started distributing kisses on your scar, down to your mouth, capturing your lips in an extraordinary kiss.

end :)

[chuulyssa]

“let me work.”

“no, i’m not letting you work until you give me some attention,” he demanded.

you scoffed loudly, still not looking up at him from your textbook. “don’t you already get enough attention from the media and the fans?”

he had to hold back a scoff, rolling his eyes at the idea. he didn’t want attention from fans. he wanted your attention! but he didn’t want to tell you that and sound like some desperate nerd — because he wasn’t! he was him after all, handsome, popular, and definitely not obsessed with you. 

“not enough, princess. besides, those people fawn over the actor!me, not the real me, ya know—”

“i don’t fawn over you at all, so i don’t know what you’re on about right now.”

“oh.” his smirk faded a bit.

that was true, he realized. you despised him, that was for certain. but he wanted you to want him the way he wanted you.

his gaze watched you intently as you wrote on your notebook, looking down at the paper and not at him. he was jealous of the paper. he wished you were looking at him instead.

but his fans would’ve threatened you until you unalived yourself if they knew. they would’ve ruined your life if they knew. you couldn’t be together, you never could.

so you sighed, once again choosing to ignore the subtle pout on his face and how you fell down the stairs one day thinking about it. how he probably thought you hated him right now, and you’d do nothing to change that.

why?

because you were a coward.

[mrcatlion]

I have been consuming Zack Lives AUs and would like to offer the headcannon: Zack keeps a habit of taking initiative for transporting Cloud to places even after Cloud wakes up. Usually grabbing and leading Cloud places, but sometimes ends up with Zack full on hoisting Cloud over his shoulder and starts walking.

[tunafishprincess]

Patricide is Harder than it Looks Comic

Big thank you to @thefruitloop-chan for doing this wonderful comic commish for my fanfic “Patricide is Harder than it Looks! Check out Squid’s art and comics they’re amazing. Link to fic is in the reblog.

[navydream]

“We’re on a date right now… Cloud. You know that, right?”

Fan art I did of this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53477029/chapters/138255988#workskin

(Look at me, posting twice today! Yay!)

[c0smoshit]

Hello fellow Cloud Strife freak 🫡

(Yes it’s the same star_sworn from ao3 lol)

If you’re feeling in the mood for it in your last week before school, I was hoping to request a nsfw fem reader/Cloud fic where he is possessive/jealous, and he spanks reader: a LOT. Both before sex (with extensive foreplay, lots of dirty talk, maybe oral for him?) and during sex. Just spanking with hands please, and not super hard spanks either, I'm very vanilla lol. It's not about hurting her, it's more a possessive thing for Cloud (and an ass thing lol!). But reader is SUPER into it. I'm not looking for any hardcore dom/sub or anything, just stuff a committed couple would do (some soft dom vibes, like in Mind Cloud/ed).

Maybe it’s the first time he does it and they both realize how much they both like it, or maybe they’ve come home from a party where the guys were checking out his girl and he is feeling possessive/frustrated. I leave it to you if you want to take this request!

I look forward to the filth. Let's give this ass man something to do with his hands… 😉

Also best of luck with school starting!!

I LOVE THIS omg

Thanks for this delicious request love 😻♡♡

Jealousy ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, spanking, few hints of dacryphilia, bjs, sexy hour Cloud ;), not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm baack! I hope u guys missed me hehe

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.321

He was closer to you this night, walking right beside you as he guided you to your appartment, his hand brushing over yours as the dark path consumed your vision.

He was quiet too, way more than usual. His eyes didn't seem as if they were trying to search your own ones like they would always do.

Maybe he was stressed out?

This week has been a long one and you could see it on his eyes, he was tired. As time grew older, you had managed to read his enigmatic emotions quite well, so you thought that maybe he just needed to rest for tonight.

But your theory was quickly proven wrong as you entered your home, ready to wave him goodbye for the night.

. . .

Before you could even turn around, his chest had enveloped your back, pushing you further into your appartment until your hands met the wall.

His husky breathing hit your ear, a shockwave of goosebumps trickled your skin.

Why was he that needy all of the sudden??

Your mind circled around lots of different questions but the harsh sound of the door closing made you jump.

You didn't dare to open your mouth, not yet. You could feel his hands on your waist, but they didn't caress you like he always would, like when he touched you for the first time.

You internally cracked a small smile at the memory, he was just as nervous and fidgety as you were.

The moonlight encased both of your bodies as he took off your clothes for the first time, making an absolute mess of himself when he finally got to the act.

But those gentle and somewhat shy touches were far lost inside his guts somewhere, instead, they were replaced with fierce and strong movements.

You turned around slowly, you could feel yourself getting aroused by this sudden role he was playing. And when you stared at those almost hollow eyes, you saw passion, lust and hunger all mixed up together in a ballad of desesperation.

His lips devoured yours not even a second after.

Your eyes were tight shut, savouring the sweet moment he was offering you. Your lips tried to move slowly, trying to enjoy this new facade, but he wouldn't let you.

His tongue was already inside your mouth when you felt his fingertips lower themselves down your body.

You knew he was an ass guy, it was absolutely cristal clear.

He would always grab your ass, brushing it off saying that it was an "accident". Pushing his hips into yours from behind whenever you couldn't reach for something, always walking right behind you whenever you two where with the group.

However, you didn't expect he liked... spanking.

It started off slow, giving you little taps as he grabbed and squeezed your butt. He pushed further into you, almost as if he wanted to break the wall behind you.

The kisses soon turned sloppy, soaking up both of your lips before he trailed them further down, and you had to bite your lip in order to not let any sounds yet.

His hair trickled your flushed cheek, hands quickly grabbing it as his kisses turned into bites, sucking your soft skin.

The crown of your hair hit the cold wall behind you, mouth agape as you let him sneak a hand behind your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as the other one caressed your hip.

Ready to finally use your voice tonight, you eventually opted not to. He had just became so... primal for you, you didn't dare to even make a question.

However, you wished this blissful moment lasted longer.

"Oop!"

A cut out yelp emerged from your mouth as his hands took ahold of your legs, lifting you up easily into the air.

He wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotch resting just above his belly button and, simultaneously, your arms embraced his neck for support.

You moved up and down thanks to his heavy steps and, trying to get payback from earlier, you started pecking his neck. Starting off gently, kissing and giving butterfly kisses into his jugular.

You noticed he became clumsier, almost tripping over as you sucked a hickie. Your kisses got wetter, hotter and your hand started to caress the back of his hair.

You giggled at his clumsy steps but as soon as you were placed on top of your chilly kitchen counter and saw his serious face once again, you quieted down.

His hands gripped your thighs as if they were his sword, his head coming down to rest on your neck once again to give you little pecks, weirdly more tenderly than the ones he had given you before.

But you pulled his mouth off you briefly.

"What's up with yo-"

"Who was he"

His eyes were finally looking at yours after a long while.

"What? What are you talki-"

"Who was that guy"

Your hands now rested on his shoulder blades, feeling the hard touch of metal bellow your right hand.

Frowning your brows, you tried to think about what guy was he talking about.

. . .

You smelled the aura and it smelt musky.

The first scent you picked out first was a strong breeze of sudden whisky, the wet and fermented barley filling up your nose.

Then you smelt a recognizable, stronge cologne floating around your head now. And when you lifted up your head, you saw him.

A mature, bearded man.

He was wearing a long black coat, some glasses keeping your curious eyes from staring at his own ones. You stayed there for a second, he looked oddly familar.

But before you could figure out who was that man, you came back to Earth, remembering that you were winding down after a long day in Seventh Heaven.

You grabbed your drink, resting for a while on your seat until your drink was halfway done.

But before you could walk away from that husky cloud, a large hand grabbed your shoulder, making you face the misterious man.

Your eyes lingered first on his fierce brown eyes, looking at his mature skin, you saw a scar on his left cheek that time had tried to heal, trying to match his skin colour.

You saw his lips move, but you had to re-think your answer before opening your own mouth.

"I saw you back there"

Okay.

You hadn't expected that phrase.

Where could he had seen you anyway? Was he following you?

"I like what you guys are doing for the Planet"

What?

You knew what you were doing was benefitial for the Planet, but Shinra worked so hard into putting your group as a terrorist one and actually killing way more people from the explosions than expected.

But why did he knew?

"Those Shinra guys deserve worse"

It came out as a mumble and you couldn't help but look at him with a puzzled expresion, accepting the friendly pats he gave on your shoulder, thanking you.

That was sweet. . .?

. . .

"Ohh, that man back there?"

He stopped his movements, almost as if letting you know that you were right.

"I saw him to-"

Now you were the one that cut him off, not boring to hide the sly smirk on your face.

"Wait, are you jealous?"

Suddenly his cheeks reddened, but before he could see your grin he lowered his head down into your neck once again.

Ready to make another snicker, you were interruped by his palm now resting on your panties, making you gasp.

His index finger moved up and down and you took matter into your own hands too, quite literally.

He hissed as your bold hand groped him too, trying to lure him into letting you give him some pleasure too.

"Let me make you feel good"

Your heated breathing sent cold shivers down his spine and, as your teeth lightly bit his ear, he lost it.

"So pretty"

You would always praise him, and it would always make him feel sort of bad, he would keep his own thoughts about how gorgerous you were to himself.

But he meant all of them.

His shirt and SOLDIER armour was now discared on the cold floor, your icy hands caressing his abs before finally getting down on your knees.

His absolutely favourite view in the whole Planet.

He helped you take off his belt, letting your overly-excited fingers do the rest of the work. And when you finally got face to face with him, he placed a reassuring hand on your head.

You started off with slow strokes, kitten-kissing his angry red tip. Sensually trailling lower and lower on his shaft just to tease him and rake higher and higher again.

Until he finally had enough, gripping quite hardly your hair.

"Get on with it"

He actually scared himself off at first with his demanding tone, his desesperation seemingly clear on his blushed cheeks as he stared down at you. And you complied, enjoying the choked out gasp you managed to pull out of his throat when you suddenly introduced him halfway into your wet cavern.

Lust filled eyes staring down at the mess you were making on his cock, gripping hardly the counter behind him as he tried not to buck his hips into your mouth.

Not only your sweet face was all in display for him to see, but your sweet, sweet ass was there too.

As dirty as it sounded inside his head

Your hands held his thighs hardly too, enjoying every sound you were being able to pull from him as you took him deeper and deeper. He was big, and it was almost funny how he didn't actually believe you could struggle to take him at first.

But it sure ignited something inside him

He throbbed when he saw you gag on him, help him reach his end with the help of your hand, your glossy eyes staring up at him.

He needed to feel you.

But not like this

So he took your face off him, smashing desesperately his lips against yours once again, feeling a fuzzy tingle inside him as he heavily rested on your lower stomach now.

His hands held your face ridiculously gently compared from how he had gripped your hair just a few seconds ago, walking you backwards until you met the counter once again.

"turn around"

His voice was deeper now, staring daggers into your eyes as he waited for you to obediently follow his lead. And you did.

You bent yourself down, ready to whatever he was going to give you this night right there and then.

And when you felt him pull your skirt up, you pushed your hips back into his hands, making him pull down your panties even slower than he intended to. Almost as if he was getting payback from before.

When they pooled through your ankles, his hand softly massaged your right cheek, feeding off your whines.

"Please"

However, he kept going.

No matter how hard he was, how hardly he wanted to fill you up, to feel you entirely around him once again. He wanted to show you how you were his, how he loved and desired you.

So, without thinking, the harsh sound of a "slap!" filled your ears and ceirtantly, your butt.

You couldn't help yourself but let out a pathetic moan, his hand now rubbing the red spot he had left. He had heard you, and it was the same sound you would let out whenever he was fingering you.

Did you actually like it?

So once he had tested the waters, he set his sights on slipping the nastiest mewls from your mouth tonight.

"Mmph- Cloud"

There it was, his name filling his ears the best way it could've had. So he started teasing your slit with his shaft, more slapping sounds filling up the small appartment as you almost rested your whole chest on the counter now.

You picked out the sound of plastic, something opening up. Which you later would guess was a condom.

But before you could make contact with the cold tile, his left arm surrounded your stomach, pulling you up into him, lips mere centimeters away from your ear.

"I'm going inside now, is that okay?"

How sweet

But sweet wasn't an adjective that matched his dirty and husky tone. His hand was now toying with your front, exposing you to the darkness as he squeezed your breasts now.

So you nodded, feeling suddenly too shy to speak to him.

"Too embarrassed to use your voice now huh?"

And you opened it, but it was useless to his tip now proding your entrance, slowly taking him further and further. Holding the arm that was embracing you, you rolled your head into his shoulder, silently whimpering at the warm feeling.

"Got you, almost there"

His reassuring tone he used with no one really never failed to make your knees feel like jelly.

But his adorable act lasted as quick as you managed to cum with his skilled fingers.

He started to move, and he was clearly desesperate. Setting off a crude, fast pace as you were now fully bent over, his hands gripping your hips. His middle finger was now circling quickly your clit, pulling off the nastiest moans he had wished for.

You imagined his glistening, lean form behind you, making you take all of him, using your tight walls in search for his climax. His hair all ruffled up, a bead of sweat trailing down into his v-line, and the sudden spanks your ass would recieve.

That was your last straw, mewling out his name as you soaked his cock.

And by the way you gripped him even harder, which he thought was impossible now, spasming around him violently.

He was done.

So he followed close behind, painting the plastic walls white, imagining it was you who was taking his load instead.

[kissami]

UN ÁNGEL- Cloud strife Headcanons

sum. Need boyfriend headcanons for cloud? SAY LESS.

warning: modern cloud, oc cloud srry I love him soft, might be a little self insert because of the stuff I like but that’s all

femreader! with she/her pronouns

song of the day: igual que un ángel - Kali uchis

boyfriend Cloud who knows your order by heart at your guys’ favorite coffee shop and no matter how many times he does it, it never fails to make you blush and impressed.

Boyfriend Cloud who never fails to make you ticklish especially during intimate moments that you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Boyfriend Cloud who sometimes can’t handle all the attention and affection so he distances himself but can’t help but miss you even more.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves picking you up from university on his motorcycle to show off especially knowing that Reno would be there. He is still very bitter that Reno was your first kiss in fifth grade and not him because he was too busy helping collect Tifa’s shopkins from the grass at recess.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves going to Aerith’s flower shop because he helps her make your bouquets extra pretty just for you. #bestfriendprivileges

boyfriend Cloud who has recurring nightmares of losing you to Sepiroth. No not the “I’ll steal your girl,” kind of way. More like he murders you and Aerith at the same time. Perhaps something from a past life?

Boyfriend Cloud who loves watching studio ghibli movies with you especially ponyo and spirited away. Let’s not get started on his love for Princess Mononoke.

Boyfriend Cloud who goes with you at the bookstore for now on to carry your books because he found out that a guy put his number inside of a book after catching it for you when you accidentally dropped it from your stack pile.

Boyfriend Cloud who’s COMPLETELY and UTTERLY obsessed with you. Not the annoying obsession, but the obsession that makes your tummy in knots and the cute things he loves to do for you. Whether it’s making you lunch for school/ work, leaving cute notes on your door handles, or literally dropping everything instantly for you when you call.

Boyfriend Cloud who hid in the bathroom after you guys had…yk…and too embarrassed to come out. If only he knew you were on the bed breathless and wanting more.

Boyfriend Cloud who baby trapped you. With a cat. Her names Honey and every time there’s an argument he uses her as an excuse to visit you. “We can’t let our cat have separated household problems,she needs both of her parents so please answer the door.”

Boyfriend Cloud who had no idea him getting a lip piercing would be in the way of kissing you for it to heal correctly. He ran out of the piercing shop and only agreed to come back to get a matching eyebrow piercing with you instead.

Boyfriend Cloud who not only made you a playlist, but this mf burned a cd for you, made tifa draw a one in a million piece of art for you for the cover, has a sticker of it on his car, and even bought a necklace that had the Spotify playlist code. So whenever a person flirts with him, he’ll hold it up and say, “scan this and read the description. That’ll be my answer for you.”

Boyfriend Cloud who didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with kpop, especially BTS. Him and jungkook have beef apparently. He also buys you albums all the time and even sacrifices himself to let you use his phone to make sure you guys get tickets to concerts.

Boyfriend Cloud who WILL call your work to call off. He doesn’t care, cuddles are more important.

Boyfriend Cloud who forces you to drink water whenever you hang. You always complain about headaches and he makes sure when you’re with him you’re hydrated.

Boyfriend Cloud who is addicted to Dr.Pepper. You gave him some when you two went to watch Barbie in the summer and it’s his holy grail. “We need to head to Costco, I ran out of my pepper.”

[starlitcrows]

a kind warmth, a protective wing, and a forgotten flare

[au fic here]

[ninibeingdelulu]

Seeing you comforting a child…

ft. leon kennedy, cloud strife

Leon Kennedy would never dare admit it openly, but the stoic, badass exterior melted away ever so slightly at the sight of you tenderly comforting a lost child.

That time in the ransacked village, when the haunting wails of a youngster pierced the air amidst the carnage - Leon instinctively tensed, jaw setting grimly as his grip tightened on his rifle.

But then he spotted you already racing ahead unhesitatingly. Dropping to one knee, arms outstretched in a gentle beckoning posture as the little one startled then sprinted straight into your protective embrace.

Your soothing tones murmured comforting assurances while cradling their trembling form close against you. Fingers carding soothingly through tangled hair with the utmost tender care.

And Leon couldn't tear his widened eyes away from the tenderhearted display. Throat constricting over the unexpected lump suddenly materializing there.

That million-watt smile radiating from your features as you rocked them patiently until whimpering quieted was like the first vibrant blossom peeking through the ash after a nuclear winter.

An oasis of affectionate nurturing shining through the oppressive bleakness suffocating them both for far too painfully long.

Leon found his calloused finger-pads unconsciously drifting up to caress his own chapped lips as if wishing to physically absorb the tranquil serenity you effortlessly exuded.

Eyelids momentarily fluttering closed while permitting himself to just bask in the warmth emanating from your very presence like a soothing balm against all the harrowing darkness poisoning them both.

A tremulous sigh escaped between those parted lips as the barest ghost of a smile tugged at their corners for the first time in...Christ, had it really been years since he last felt anything even remotely resembling that fleeting glimmer of unguarded optimism blossoming in his chest?

The peaceful tableau you presented with the now-placid child tucked securely in your arms struck Leon deeper than any physical combat wound ever could.

Worming past every steel-plated layer of defenses, countermeasures and failsafes, straight down into the most vulnerable core of his humanity he'd sworn died an agonizing death ages ago.

It terrified yet entranced him in equal measure just drinking in the serene display. Eventually those narrowed steel-blue irises regained some of their piercing guardedness while surreptitiously cataloging every nuance etched upon your expressions and ministrations.

As if desperately searing the moment into his consciousness to be revisited and clung onto later through whatever hell awaited them next.

Thank Christ for your influence and the inexplicable balm it provided against the miasma of torment clouding Leon's withered soul more with every passing abyss they navigated together...

The uncompromising mask remained solidly affixed in place by the time you finally lifted your eyes to meet his guarded gaze, the child nestled peacefully into the crook of your neck.

Not a single flicker of that momentary softness penetrated the hauntingly chiseled granite of his features now.

Yet behind that shuttered and fortified thousand-yard stare, the barest ember pulsed with renewed tenacity suffusing Leon's frigid disposition with almost undetectable glimmers of warmth.

All because of your natural radiance and selfless compassion reminding him why they fought on through each grueling gauntlet.

Sure he'd never verbalize sentiments that unbearably raw and guileless aloud. But that infinitesimal spark continuing to miraculously smolder despite all efforts to smother it was enough to propel them onward through any escalating onslaught yet to come.

This time with a renewed fervor steeling Leon's adamantine determination from the inside out.

The desolate, mako-tainted wastes proved no place for a child's cries. Yet the haunting echoes still pierced straight through Cloud's calloused defenses when tiny lungs unleashed their heartrending wails upon the barren landscape.

His gloved grip instinctively clenched tighter around the battered Buster Sword's hilt, jaw tensing as those predatory ice-blue irises immediately snapped towards the source of the disturbance.

Fully prepared for whatever fresh horror emerged after the merc caught fleeting movement through his peripherals.

But the cautious sweep revealed only your slender form already hastening ahead. Moving with fluid grace directly towards the sobbing bundle tucked against a crumbling wall.

His firm chapped lips tightened into a grim line witnessing you unhesitatingly drop to one knee before the distressed child without any apparent armaments at the ready.

From this distance, Cloud glimpsed your gentle features soften with bottomless compassion wholly separate from the usual battlefield ferocity.

Small hands unfurled in placating gestures exuding profound warmth and sincerity instantly easing some of the fractures riddling his own battered soul simply by proximity.

While you deftly coaxed the tiny thing into your embrace with susurrant tones and infinitely patient ministrations, Cloud suddenly found himself robbed of breath altogether.

Those glacial spheres wide and stunned at the exquisitely tender vision you presented cradling their fragility so reverently. A profound ache lodged behind his breastbone at the maternal aura emanating from your whole being.

He swallowed convulsively over the sandpaper abrasions rasping along his windpipe.

Gloved fingers betraying the slightest tremor disturbing his usual uncompromising stoicism while still drinking in every indelible detail of the intimate scene unraveling.

From the tender flickering caresses smoothed across tangled russet locks to your honeyed vocals humming soothing melodies of consolation.

All suffusing the stale, mako-saturated atmosphere with vibrant healing essences Cloud found himself instinctively gravitating closer towards.

Feather-light brushes scritched lovingly along the whimpering child's back forming hypnotic ellipses mirroring your unguarded smile radiating all-encompassing warmth across those cherubic cheeks now drenched in tear tracks.

Until finally after an eternity, the miniature form stilled in your arms. Body unlocking from its terrified rigor mortis into the very picture of youthful tranquility tucked securely against your heartbeat.

Cloud hadn't even realized he'd been holding his own respiration captive until the soft sigh expelled in a shuddering rush between lax lips.

A full-bodied flinch rattled his broad shoulders at its sudden harsh volume intruding upon the sacred tableau before him.

But thankfully, your features remained beautifully serene, wholly undisturbed while continuing to rock the now-quieted bundle in gentle rhythms.

Only then did molten sapphire pools drift up to lock with his widened stare burning with intensity across the slender lacuna separating you. A tremor not wholly attributable to anxiety skittered down his whip-cord musculature watching your radiant smile intensify directed solely towards Cloud.

As if silently communicating your infinite gratitude for him bearing witness to such an intimate and precious moment blossoming in this scorched hellscape...

Whatever parched recesses comprising the haunted mercenary's core still retained the capacity for absorbing nurturing warmth - it suddenly flooded within the confines of his barrel chest when those infinitely compassionate irises shone their benediction upon him.

Unknotting every rigid sinew and ligament hardened into a battle-tempered carapace purely through the power of your tender, life-affirming essence.

Almost imperceptibly, Cloud's chapped lips softened around the faintest half-curved suggestions budding there.

Posture unconsciously opening to welcome your pure light into his long-shadowed world while holding your loving gaze in mesmerized thrall.

As if determined to thoroughly archive this oasis of serenity and unconditional love in his consciousness so it may fortify whatever grueling battles destiny demanded they wage next.

Then in a single blink and a slight dip of your chin, the spell abruptly dissolved back into hyper-vigilance.

Yet even with the mercenary's legendary ice reformed across those exquisite Nordic features, perpetually braced for the next onslaught - a spark continued flickering in the hooded caverns of his stare.

A faint ember of something intangible yet transcendent now eternally kindled behind his armored exterior.

All because you'd reminded Cloud one of his most precious intangible dreams had been manifested into cherished reality...even under the most desolate conditions.

[prismaticpichu]

Workin’ on chapter 6 of How to Keep Your Sephiroth Sane: A Step-By-Step Guide!! Hoping to have it done either by today or tomorrow! 💖

*insert Cloud & Tifa meme as well*

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

Breaking Rules | Cloud Strife x Reader

Part One

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Summary: Cloud Strife doesn't usually pay for sex, but then he meets you.

Words: ~9,500

Tags: Explicit Smut, Angst, Cloud Strife is Bad At Feelings, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, Reader Insert, Female Reader, Plus/Midsize Reader, No Y/N

Cloud wasn’t new to this.

Women noticed him; they always did. His cold exterior, the quiet confidence, the strong shoulders—it all drew attention, even when he wasn’t looking for it. Tonight was no different. He could feel the weight of eyes on him from across the room, the subtle shifts of interest, and the flirtatious smiles that seemed to follow him everywhere. Normally, it wouldn’t take long to find someone to take home. It never did. But tonight… tonight was different.

He lifted his glass, taking a slow sip, the liquor burning a familiar path down his throat. His eyes flicked toward the two women seated a few stools down, their hushed whispers and quick glances anything but subtle. One leaned closer to her friend, saying something that made them both smile before casting another appraising look in his direction. Her lips curved into a confident smile, one that lingered, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air.

For a moment, Cloud considered it. He could walk over, say a few words, let the routine unfold as it always did. It would be easy—effortless, even. But as his gaze lingered briefly on them, disinterest pulled him back.

In fact, nothing and no one in the bar seemed to catch his attention. No matter how many glances were thrown his way or how many smiles tried to pull him in, Cloud felt… uninterested.

Cloud sighed and tossed back the rest of his drink before setting his glass down on the counter. Maybe he was in a mood. Maybe the mission had messed with his head more than he thought. Either way, he was done here. He stood up and tossed some gil on the counter, not bothering to look back.

The air outside was heavy and humid, a thick blanket of smog and sweat hanging over Wall Market. Cloud walked a few steps from the bar, a dive called The Rusty Chocobo, a popular haunt for mercs, traders, and anyone looking to drown their worries in cheap liquor and dim lighting.

Cloud rolled his his shoulders, trying to shake off the lingering frustration he couldn’t quite name. He should’ve been able to find someone inside. That was what he came for, after all, a woman to distract himself with. But instead, here he was, alone, feeling more restless than he did before.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, his boots splashing through a puddle as he turned down the street. The usual crowd of women lingered near the corner, dressed in clothes that were meant to draw attention—short skirts, tight tops, bold makeup. They leaned against the light posts or stood in small groups, their eyes catching on anyone who passed by, offering fleeting smiles or suggestive glances.

They called out to passersby with sultry promises and whispered propositions, their voices honeyed with practiced allure. He didn’t fault them for their work; everyone did what they had to in order to survive, especially down here. But Cloud had never been tempted.

Cloud Strife didn’t pay for sex. There was no the point in it, not when he had seemingly endless other options. And more than that, it went against something… fundamental in him. The idea of exchanging money for something so intimate, so personal—it didn’t sit right.

So when a woman lounging in the shadows of an alley called out to him, her voice low and suggestive, Cloud didn’t even break stride. He kept walking, his boots scuffing against the uneven pavement, his mind preoccupied with the mission that had brought him to this part of town in the first place.

But then he saw her.

At first, she was just a silhouette, a figure leaning casually against the wall of a boarded-up shop, partially cloaked in shadow. But as Cloud drew closer, the weak flicker of a nearby streetlamp revealed more—a cascade of hair tumbling over her shoulders, delicate facial features and a steady gaze. She didn’t angle for attention like the others, no coy smiles or practiced gestures to lure someone in. She simply existed in the space, quiet and unobtrusive, yet inexplicably magnetic, as though the shadows themselves had shaped her, making her a seamless part of the night.

Cloud didn’t know why he was moving toward her. Sure, she was hot. Hotter than anyone he’d seen in recent memory, honestly. But that wasn’t enough to explain the pull he felt, the strange compulsion that kept his feet moving in her direction even as a small voice in the back of his mind told him to turn around.

Her eyes, sharp and steady, took him in without a hint of surprise or hesitation. There was no coyness in her expression, no attempt to charm him with a smile or a flutter of lashes. She simply regarded him.

“You looking for something?”

Cloud didn’t answer right away. His gaze flicked over her, unbidden, lingering on the way her dress clung to her body like a second skin, accommodating her wide hips and thick thighs, accentuating their fullness with unapologetic boldness before narrowing sharply at her waist. The neckline dipped low across her chest, teasing just enough cleavage to hold his eye without crossing the line into overt display.

“How much?” he asked, his voice rougher than he intended, the words scraping awkwardly out of his throat.

“That depends,” she said, crossing her arms loosely over her chest. The motion only drew more attention to her figure, but she didn’t seem to care. “What do you want?”

It wasn’t the response he’d expected. She was taking her time, watching him, as though she were the one sizing him up, not the other way around.

Cloud shifted slightly, the tension in his shoulders refusing to ease. “Sex,” he said, bluntly, his tone flat as though stating it plainly would make this entire interaction easier.

Her smirk softened into something more unreadable—calm, steady, almost like understanding. “Sure,” she said, her voice carrying no hint of hesitation. She tilted her head slightly, giving him a once-over that felt more analytical than seductive.

Cloud’s hand twitched at his side, caught in the indecision that was quickly tying knots in his gut. Part of him wanted to walk away, to leave this moment behind and pretend it had never happened. The other part—the part that had propelled him toward her in the first place—kept him rooted to the spot, his mind racing even as his expression remained stony.

She didn’t rush him. She didn’t bat her lashes or try to fill the silence with coaxing words. She just stood there, calm and steady, watching him as though she had all the time in the world—like she knew he’d make up his mind eventually and didn’t particularly care which way he leaned.

Cloud exhaled slowly, forcing himself to push past the tightness in his chest. “Fine,” he muttered, the word falling from his lips more as an admission than a decision. His gloved fingers slipped into his pocket, retrieving the cash. He extended them toward her, his hand steady even as something twisted uncomfortably in his chest.

She accepted the gil without hesitation then nodded, her voice as cool and detached as it had been all along. “Lead the way."

For a moment, Cloud hesitated, but then his boots scraped lightly against the pavement as he turned, the motion stiff, almost mechanical as he started walking, his steps purposeful but his mind a blur.

He could feel her eyes on his back, steady and unwavering, accompanied by the rhythmic click of her heels against the pavement.

When they reached his door to his apartment, Cloud fished the key out of his pocket and pushed it into the lock. The door groaned slightly as he opened it, stepping inside first before pausing to hold it open for her. She moved past him without hesitation, her dark hair catching the faint glow of the hallway light before she stepped fully into the dim space.

The room was simple—sparse furniture, bare walls, and little else. No decoration, no personal touches. It was functional, nothing more. But if she cared, she gave no indication. There was no flicker of surprise in her expression, no awkward pause as she took in her surroundings. Instead, she carried herself with the same calm confidence she’d had from the moment he first saw her. It was like she’d done this a thousand times before—and maybe she had.

“Nice place,” she said after a moment, her voice even and detached, like a polite observation rather than a genuine compliment, the kind of thing people said out of habit rather than meaning.

Cloud shrugged, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. The familiar stillness of his apartment enveloped them, but for the first time, it felt suffocating, almost oppressive. He walked past her, his movements measured, tugging off his gloves and setting them on the small table beside the sofa. His sword, always a looming presence, found its place leaning in the corner.

Her eyes tracked his movements, calm and appraising, like she was cataloging each small detail. When he finally turned back to her, she tilted her head slightly.

“Silent type, huh?” she asked, her tone light but probing. Her gaze swept over him, lingering briefly on the lines of his shoulders before meeting his eyes again. “That’s fine. I’m not much of a talker either.” Her lips twitched into a smirk, her voice dipping lower, softer. “At least, not when it comes to this.”

Cloud didn’t respond, his lips pressing into a thin line. Words felt too heavy, too complicated, and he wasn’t sure he trusted himself to say the right thing—not when her voice, her presence, was unraveling something inside him he hadn’t even realized was there.

Whatever it was she’d unearthed in him, Cloud couldn’t seem to tamp it back down. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d felt this drawn to someone, let alone acted on it. The realization unsettled him, but not enough to stop him. Not enough to keep him from taking a step forward.

He reached for her, brushing lightly against her bare arms, her skin warm under his fingertips before he slid down slowly, finding her waist and settling there. Her body shifted subtly under his touch, leaning into it just enough to let him know she wasn’t going to pull away.

He needed to focus on the physical, on the mechanics of this—the way her curves fit against his hands, the subtle rise and fall of her breathing. That was the whole point, wasn’t it? Bringing her here, to this quiet, bare space where he could lose himself in the motion, in the heat of it. No strings, no thoughts, no feelings. Just sex.

That was the whole idea.

But as he stood there, her steady gaze holding his, that usual feeling of detachment refused to take him. And for the first time in longer than he could remember, Cloud felt completely untethered.

He couldn’t explain it. He’d always been the one in control in these moments—he dictated the terms, made sure things stayed simple and impersonal, but with her, the roles felt reversed. He might have been the one paying for her company, but it didn’t feel like he was in charge.

She tilted her head slightly, the movement graceful. “Bedroom?” she asked, her voice low but even, devoid of any edge or inflection. It was the kind of tone someone might use to ask for directions or the time.

Cloud nodded stiffly, the muscles in his shoulders tightening, coiling like springs that refused to release. “This way,” he said, his voice rougher than intended, the two words scraping their way out of his throat as he jerked his head toward the back of the apartment.

He turned and started walking, not bothering to glance back and see if she followed—he didn’t need to. He could hear the quiet click of her heels behind him, steady and unhurried.

His room was as bare and utilitarian as the rest of the space—just a bed, a dresser, and a lamp on the nightstand that cast a faint, yellow glow.

She gave it a quick, uninterested glance. “Let me guess,” she said dryly. “Interior design by 'I don’t give a damn?'”

Cloud shrugged. “Something like that.”

She gave a soft, sardonic chuckle as she walked toward the bed, her eyes flicking over the pillows and sheets. “Well, at least you’re consistent.”

Normally, for Cloud, this was where things got particularly easy. The bedroom was where routine took over, where the mechanics of sex replaced the need for thought or conversation. But this time, it felt different, like he was walking a tightrope stretched over uncertain terrain, each step weighted with something he couldn’t quite name.

His eyes flicked to her mouth.

A quiet but insistent part of him wanted to close the distance between them, to act on the impulse that stirred in his chest. It was reckless, something he never allowed himself to indulge in, and was completely irresponsible. Cloud clenched his jaw, forcing his gaze elsewhere, shoving the thought aside with a sharp breath.

He needed control. And control meant boundaries.

"I don’t kiss on the mouth," Cloud said abruptly, his voice low and rough, the words falling between them like a barricade.

She didn’t flinch or falter, didn’t react with the surprise or disappointment he might’ve expected. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, studying him with the same neutral expression that had intrigued him from the start.

“No problem,” she said, her voice steady, carrying a note of dry humor. “Me neither.”

Cloud blinked, caught off guard by her easy reply. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting—maybe a protest, or some kind of coy remark to test his resolve. But she didn’t. She wasn’t rattled. She didn’t challenge him. She simply matched his energy, her detachment mirroring his own.

Why did her simple agreement feel like a challenge? Why did it feel like she’d just leveled the playing field?

But Cloud didn’t say any of that aloud—didn’t ask the questions circling in his mind or address the way her calm composure seemed to cut through him. Instead, he just nodded, sharp and terse, and then, without giving himself another moment to hesitate, he stepped toward her.

The space between them evaporated, and Cloud swallowed hard. This was it. He just needed to follow through. A body in motion stays in motion, right? Once he started, once he let the physical take over, all these odd, intrusive thoughts and feelings would burn away in the heat of it.

He reached for her hand. Her fingers were warm and soft against his calloused palms as he guided her to the hem of his shirt.

“Here,” he muttered.

Her brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t question him. She gripped the fabric and tugged upwards. The shirt slid over the hard lines of his torso, brushing against his skin as it went. She tossed the shirt aside without ceremony, the soft sound of it landing on the floor barely registering over the rush of blood in his ears.

Her gaze flicked over him once, a brief sweep that felt more clinical than curious. She wasn’t ogling him, wasn’t admiring him like others might have. Instead, it was almost as though she were checking him over, confirming something.

Before Cloud could think too hard about what that meant, or how he felt about it, he pressed closer, his hands finding her waist. The fabric of her dress was smooth beneath his fingers, her body warm and grounding in a way that only made his pulse hammer harder. He didn’t look at her face, couldn’t bring himself to meet those steady, unflinching eyes again. Instead, he focused on movement—his hands sliding along her sides and the heat of her skin bleeding through the thin material.

“Turn around,” he murmured, the words more of a command than a request.

She obeyed, turning smoothly under his hands without hesitation. With her back now to him, Cloud’s gaze was drawn to the dip at the back of her dress and the curve of her spine.

He worked the zipper loose, the faint sound of it sliding down breaking the silence between them. The fabric gave way slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth skin. Cloud swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, as the material pooled at her waist.

His eyes lingered on her shoulders, on the delicate curve where they sloped into her arms, and the subtle hollow beneath her shoulder blades. Below that, where her ribs tapered into her waist, he noticed the subtle creases of flesh, the way her body folded naturally at the curve.

She looked nothing like the women he’d been with before.

Their beauty had been sharp, lean, precise, and deliberately wielded, like a weapon designed to attract and disarm. But she was something entirely different.

She looked like she belonged in one of those old Renaissance paintings—the kind he’d glimpsed in museums or art books he didn't have the patience to read, the ones of women draped in loose silks, their bodies soft and full, immortalized in strokes of paint on canvas. It was the kind of beauty that felt timeless, enduring, everlasting.

And now, standing here, looking at her, Cloud felt like he was seeing something just as profound. Something he couldn’t turn away from, even if he tried.

He didn’t understand it—didn’t understand how she’d unraveled him so thoroughly, how she’d stripped away the detachment he clung to with just her unwavering gaze and the feel of her beneath his hands. But he couldn’t fight it, couldn’t stop the way his body leaned into hers, drawn by something deeper than want.

His hands moved again, sliding to where the fabric of her dress clung stubbornly to the curve of her hips. His fingers brushed against her skin as he eased the material downward. It resisted for just a moment, caught against the fullness of her frame, before giving way with a quiet sigh, pooling around her feet in a crumpled heap.

He stepped back half a pace, his hands falling to his sides as his gaze dropped to take in the sight before him.

The ripped tights clung to her legs, the jagged holes revealing teasing glimpses of smooth, creamy skin beneath. The fabric stretched taut over her thighs, accentuating their with a kind of quiet audacity. Cloud’s gaze lingered, unbidden, tracing the curve of her ass. A black lace thong sat snugly against her skin, emphasizing the roundness of her hips and the tapering lines of her waist.

Cloud’s breath hitched. He hadn’t even really touched her yet, and already he felt like he was losing himself.

She turned her head slightly, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Something wrong?” she asked softly, her tone carrying just the faintest hint of curiosity.

Cloud exhaled shakily, his breath uneven as he tried to steady himself. His hands twitched at his sides before balling into fists, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every passing second. “No,” he lied, his voice quiet, almost as if trying to convince himself. “Turn back around,” he instructed, the words scraping out like they’d been dragged from deep within him.

Her head tilted slightly, almost like she was considering his request, before she acquiesced, pivoting to face him fully.

Cloud's gaze dragged over her, slow and unrelenting, taking in every detail with a reverence that startled him.

Her breasts were perfectly shaped and sized, the kind that would fit just right in the palm of his hand. Her pink nipples, taut from the cool air, stood out against her creamy skin, drawing his gaze and holding it for a moment longer than he intended before his eyes drifted downward, tracing the gentle slope of her torso. The dip of her waist flowed into the soft curve of her belly, which rested just above the lace of her thong. Each breath she took made it rise and fall subtly, the movement so natural and unguarded it felt like he was intruding by watching. The faint shimmer of silvery stretch marks caught his attention along her lower stomach and the flare of her hips.

Cloud swallowed hard, his throat dry as his eyes traveled back up, retracing the path they’d just taken as if trying to commit every detail to memory.

Then the distance between them dissolved as she moved, her hands settling lightly on his shoulders. Her touch was confident, her movements deliberate as she began guiding him backward. Cloud resisted instinctively, his muscles tensing beneath her fingers, a quiet warning to himself to stay in control. But her quiet strength—smooth, practiced—left little room for protest.

He let her push him gently toward the bed, his knees brushing the edge before he finally gave in and sat down. His body obeyed her unspoken command, but his mind raced, tangled in a web of emotions he didn’t know how to untangle.

She stood between his knees, her hands still resting on his shoulders, grounding him in place. Her eyes met his, calm and unflinching, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Relax,” she murmured.

Cloud’s jaw tightened as he tried to obey, but the tension in his body refused to dissipate. His hands rested awkwardly at his sides, his breathing uneven as he looked up at her, caught between the undeniable pull of arousal and something darker—something that churned low in his chest.

Moving with fluid precision, she dropped gracefully to her knees in front of him, her hands sliding down his arms before trailing back up to his chest. Her touch was deliberate and measured in a way that could only come from experience. Too much experience.

The realization struck Cloud like a blow. She’d done this before—many times, enough to move with such unshaken certainty. Her touch wasn’t just sensual; it was practiced. And that practice came from other men, other moments just like this. The thought clawed at him, unwelcome and irrational, a flicker of jealousy he had no right to feel.

Her lips brushed against the side of his neck, her breath warm against his skin, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. Cloud exhaled shakily, tilting his head slightly to grant her better access even as his mind warred with itself. It wasn’t fair—this jealousy, this knot of something bitter tightening in his chest—but it was there, refusing to be ignored.

Her hands moved across his chest, tracing the hard lines of his him, her touch firm but unhurried as her mouth continued its path along his neck, soft and teasing, each press of dismantling another piece of his restraint. Cloud’s hands rose tentatively, his fingers brushing against her neck before settling on her shoulders, holding her gently, almost unsure.

But the flicker of jealousy burned hotter, cutting through his haze of restraint. He didn’t just want her physically—he wanted her to think she was his, even if only for this moment. The thought was irrational, selfish, but it consumed him nonetheless.

Without giving himself time to think, he reached under her arms and lifted her forward, pulling her into his lap in one swift motion. The sudden shift drew a soft gasp from her lips, her composure faltering ever so slightly as her hands braced against his shoulders. Her thighs straddled him now, pressing down on him in a way that sent his pulse racing.

Cloud’s hand slid downward to grip her ass, his fingers digging and kneading into the soft flesh with a possessive urgency. His other hand anchored at her waist, holding her firmly in place as his lips descended to her neck, rough and unrelenting, leaving faint marks with every press of his mouth. The tension in his chest burned hotter, jealousy and arousal blending into a single, insistent need. He didn’t just want her—he needed her to feel the same urgency coursing through him.

Her hand moved to his chest, her fingers dragging downward with deliberate purpose. Cloud’s breath hitched, his movements faltering for just a moment as her touch trailed lower, sliding across his stomach until it rested over the hard bulge in his pants. Her fingers pressed firmly, a slow, measured touch that made his hips jerk involuntarily against her hand.

A low, rough sound escaped him, somewhere between a groan and a growl, his forehead dropping briefly to her shoulder as he tried to steady himself. Her lips brushed against his ear, a soft hum of approval escaping her as her hand pressed more firmly against him, her fingers teasing along his length through the fabric.

Cloud’s restraint snapped.

He stood, his arms wrapping around her as he lifted her effortlessly, her thighs tightening instinctively around his waist. She gasped softly, her breath warm against his ear as he held her aloft, their bodies flush. Cloud took a step forward, his strength steady and unyielding, before setting her back on her feet, keeping her close.

“Off,” he muttered, his voice low and rough as he tilted his head toward the waistband of his pants. It wasn’t a request—it was a command.

Her hands moved immediately, deft fingers working at the waistband. Cloud’s chest heaved, his eyes roaming over her body as she worked to free him, devouring the soft curve of her breasts, the way her nipples stood taut against the air; the dip of her waist, the subtle crease below her belly. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, his hand sliding up her side and over her ribs before cupping one breast in his palm.

She paused for a moment, her gaze flicking up to his, and the faintest smile curved her lips as his thumb brushed lightly over her nipple. Her reaction—a soft inhale, her chest arching subtly into his touch—only fueled the possessiveness burning in his chest. His hand flexed slightly, kneading her breast as she tugged his pants down, the fabric pooling at his feet.

Cloud kicked his pants away, the motion sharp and deliberate, before he turned them around. His hands were firm on her waist as he guided her backward, pushing until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. Gently but insistently, he pushed her down, her body sinking onto the mattress as he loomed over her.

“Keep going,” he insisted, his hand brushing down to gesture at the waistband of his briefs.

She tilted her head slightly, a flicker of amusement crossing her face as her eyes held his for a moment longer than necessary. But she didn't hesitate. Her hands moved to the elastic, her fingers brushing lightly against his hips as she began to tug the fabric downward. 

He watched her closely, his attention sharp, catching the moment her practiced calm faltered. It was subtle, the barest widening of her eyes, her lips parting slightly, but it was enough. Enough for Cloud to feel a swell of pride surge in his chest, an almost primal satisfaction that made his cock twitch and harden further under her gaze.

She didn't say anything, didn't react beyond that initial flicker of surprise, but Cloud didn't need words. The way her composure wavered, the nearly imperceptible pause as her eyes traced his length, said more than she ever could.

She'd seen others before him, he knew that, but something about the way she looked at him now, like she hadn't expected this, had his chest filling with something possessive and raw.

Cloud's lips curved into the faintest smirk, his confidence only bolstered by her reaction. "Not what you were expecting?" he asked, his tone low, laced with just enough edge to make it teasing but not cruel.

She glanced up at him, her gaze steadying as her practiced calm returned. "Bigger," she said simply, her voice smooth, but he caught the slight rasp in her tone, the faint hitch in her breath that betrayed her. Her fingers tightened slightly on the waistband before she slid the fabric down completely, freeing him fully.

Cloud exhaled sharply, his smirk deepening as he stepped closer, his cock heavy and throbbing. "Good," he murmured, his voice thick with pride and arousal. “Open your mouth.”

She didn't respond verbally, her eyes flicking up to meet his briefly before dropping back down, the faintest flicker of something… anticipation? Crossing her face.

Then slowly, deliberately, she parted her lips, her mouth opening as her hands settled lightly on his thighs for balance. The sight sent a pulse of heat straight to his core, and Cloud's cock twitched in response, the throbbing ache intensifying. He reached down, his fingers brushing against her jaw as he tilted her face up slightly, his touch firm but not rough, guiding her into position.

"That's it," he muttered, his voice dropping even lower, the edges rough with arousal.

For a moment, he simply let himself take in the sight of her before him, her lips parted and her composure shaken just enough to satisfy the possessive part of him that craved this moment.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his again, her hands tightening slightly on his thighs as her lips brushed against the head of his cock, soft and warm. Cloud exhaled sharply, the tension in his body coiling tighter as the faintest groan escaped him, low and guttural. Slowly, her mouth closed around him, her tongue brushing against his skin with a deliberate slowness that left him reeling.

He let his fingers thread through her hair, guiding her gently as his hips rolled forward.

She worked him with a skill that was undeniable, her movements smooth and deliberate, but there was something more behind them now—a subtle shift in her rhythm that told Cloud she wasn't just going through the motions anymore. She was responding to him, to the way his body moved, to the rough, uneven breaths that escaped him with every flick of her tongue, and he let himself sink into the sensation, the push and pull of control that left that left him on the edge of unraveling.

Cloud's breath came in uneven gasps, his chest rising and falling heavily as he watched her. The sight of her-kneeling before him, her lips wrapped around him, her composure cracking just enough to betray the heat beneath her practiced calm-was more intoxicating than he could have imagined. She felt better than anyone ever had, her warmth and the deliberate pressure of her tongue driving him to the edge with every careful movement.

Her rhythm changed subtly, her body adjusting instinctively to him as she took him deeper. Cloud's jaw clenched, his head tilting back slightly as a low groan rumbled in his chest. The feeling was nothing short of euphoric, her skill undeniable, but it was the way she surrendered to him in those moments, her hands gripping his thighs, her eyes flicking up to meet his, her movements no longer entirely measured, hthat made his chest tighten with satisfaction.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his fingers tightening in her hair as she took all of him, her lips brushing against the base of his cock. The sensation made his knees threaten to buckle, his hips rolling forward instinctively as his breath hitched. She was perfect, too perfect, and the way she handled him-like she could take everything he had to give—left him dangerously close to the edge.

Cloud's free hand gripped her shoulder, grounding himself against the rising tide of his arousal. He couldn't lose control, not yet. As good as she felt, as much as the possessive part of him wanted to let her keep going, he wasn't about to come before he got to be inside her. He needed to feel her completely, to make her his.

"Enough," he said roughly, his voice strained as he pulled her back, his fingers still tangled in her hair.

Her lips left him with a faint, wet sound, and her gaze flicked up to meet his again. She didn't speak, but the faint smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Cloud’s hands moved to her shoulders, gripping her firmly as he guided her backward onto the bed. Her body yielded easily under his touch, her legs spreading instinctively as she let him push her down against the mattress. The flicker of amusement in her eyes shifted into something darker, something hungrier, as she looked up at him.

He leaned over her, bracing himself on one arm as his other hand trailed down her side, tracing the curve of her waist before settling on her hip. "My turn.”

His gaze dropped to her legs, the tattered remnants of her tights clinging stubbornly to her thighs. With a firm grip, he tore into the fabric, the sound of it ripping through the room with satisfying finality. He pulled the shredded material away, discarding it without a second thought. All that remained was the delicate lace of her thong. It was teasing, maddening, and without hesitation, Cloud hooked his finger into the waistband. Slowly, deliberately, he tugged it downward, the lace sliding over her skin like it was reluctant to leave her.

When she was finally bare, Cloud froze, his breath catching in his throat. She was soft everywhere. The fullness of her thighs, the gentle curve of her belly, the swell of her chest—all of it held him captive. But it was the V between her legs that truly undid him. She was soft there, too—cushioned and inviting, looking like the embodiment of warmth and pleasure—and it made something raw and primal twist inside him.

As if compelled by something he didn’t understand, he spoke again. His voice was quiet this time, hesitant but laced with intensity. “How do you like it?” The question was so unlike him—he never asked, never gave up control, never made this personal. And yet, here he was, the words hanging in the air between them like a challenge and an offering all at once.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, dark and steady, her lips curving into a faint smile at his question. “You can do whatever you like with me,” she said simply, the words rolling off her tongue with practiced ease, free of hesitation or uncertainty.

Cloud froze, his hand stilling where it rested against the curve of her hip. Her answer wasn’t flirtatious or teasing—it was matter-of-fact, delivered with the quiet confidence of someone who had said it many times before. Too many times before. The weight of it hit him like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder of what this was, of who she was and why she was here.

The heat that had burned through him moments ago, so all-encompassing and unrelenting, faltered under the weight of her words. His chest tightened, a knot of emotions he didn’t want to name tangling in his stomach. Desire was still there, humming low and insistent, but it was joined now by something colder, sharper—an ache he hadn’t expected.

“...You’re okay with that?” he asked, his voice quieter, rougher.

“It’s what I’m here for,” she replied, her tone carrying no edge, no judgment—just quiet certainty.

The words landed heavily between them, and Cloud felt the tension in his body coil tighter. He knew she was right. This was the arrangement. This was what he’d paid for. She was giving him permission, laying herself out for him to take however he wanted. But instead of freeing him, the thought weighed him down, the possessiveness from before twisting into something else entirely.

He looked at her then, really looked at her, taking in the calm neutrality of her expression, the faint smirk that seemed more like armor than anything genuine. Her body was warm and soft beneath his hands, undeniably perfect, but now it felt distant, like he was holding onto something he couldn’t truly touch.

Cloud exhaled sharply, his gaze dropping to the space between them as he forced himself to focus. This wasn’t the time for introspection, for letting feelings he didn’t understand cloud his thoughts. He was in control, always in control. And yet, as he straightened, his hands sliding from her hips to brace himself on either side of her, he couldn’t ignore the gnawing ache in his chest.

“Alright,” he said finally, his voice steadying, though it felt like a mask he was forcing into place. “Then let’s see what you can take. Turn around and bend over.”

She met his gaze, her lips curling into a faint smirk as she hummed in agreement. “Grab a condom,” she said smoothly, her tone light and teasing, though there was a flicker of seriousness in her eyes. “Safety first.”

Cloud huffed and moved to the nightstand, fumbling slightly as he retrieved the small foil packet. Meanwhile, she moved without hesitation, her practiced grace still intact as she positioned herself on the bed, her hands braced against the mattress and her knees spread just enough to drive him insane. Her hips curved perfectly, soft and full, her ass round and inviting as it rose to meet him. The sight was almost too much, a cruel test of Cloud's fraying composure as he rolled the condom on.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he let his gaze linger. He told himself it was better this way—better that he didn’t have to see her face, didn’t have to look into those steady eyes that had already peeled back too many of his defenses. But staring at her now, her hips and ass on full display, the curve of her waist leading his eyes downward, he realized it didn’t help at all. She was just as devastating from behind.

A low, rough sound escaped him as he climbed onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress behind her. His hands found her hips, gripping firmly, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he positioned himself. The warmth of her skin beneath his palms sent a shiver through him, the weight of her curves grounding him even as his pulse thundered in his ears.

Cloud leaned forward slightly, his stomach brushing against her ass as he positioned himself closer. The ache in his chest dulled as desire overtook him, forcing out everything else, drowning out the thoughts he didn’t want to acknowledge, leaving only the sharp, unrelenting need to claim her.

He let one hand drift downward, sliding between her legs. His fingers brushed against her, teasingly at first, before pressing more deliberately. She was warm and slick, and the realization that she was already so ready for him sent a surge of satisfaction through his chest. His hand lingered for a moment, exploring her softness, his fingers moving slowly as he gathered her wetness.

The faintest sound escaped her—quiet, but enough to make Cloud's chest tighten and his jaw clench. He pulled his hand back, his fingers glistening, and swiped himself with deliberate care, coating his length with her slickness.

The feeling of her warmth on him was almost enough to break what was left of his restraint, and he had to close his eyes for a moment, steadying his breath as he positioned himself behind her.

He leaned forward slightly as he guided himself to her entrance, his grip on her hips firm. The head of his cock pressed against her, the sensation almost too much, too perfect. Cloud groaned low in his throat, his hands tightening as he pushed forward slowly, the heat of her enveloping him inch by agonizing inch.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. The way her body stretched around him, warm and tight, left him completely undone, and the faint sound she made—a quiet, breathy sigh—certainly didn't help.

Cloud paused for a moment, his forehead lowering briefly to rest between her shoulder blades as he fought to steady his breathing. The sensation of being inside her, the unrelenting pull of her body against his, was more than he’d prepared for. His hands flexed against her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh before he pulled back slowly, the drag of her heat against him almost unbearable, before pushing forward again.

“You feel…” he started, his voice rough and strained, but the words faltered, lost to the haze of sensation overwhelming him. He didn’t know how to describe what she felt like, how perfect she was,

His pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with a desperation that threatened to consume him. The room was filled with the sharp, rhythmic sounds of their bodies meeting—skin against skin, mingled with her soft, breathy moans that spurred him on. 

The sight of her was intoxicating: the arch of her back, the way her body seemed to mold to his movements, yielding so perfectly as if she had been made for this—made for him. Each thrust sent a ripple through her, the plush fullness of her ass bouncing against his hips, her softness pulling him deeper into the haze of need. 

Cloud’s breaths came in uneven gasps, his composure fraying further with every second. She looked devastating like this.

With a low growl, his hand slid from her hip to her lower back, his palm pressing firmly, urging her to tilt her hips just slightly. The subtle shift sent him deeper, the new angle drawing a groan from his chest as pleasure shot through him like lightning. His other hand roamed upward, brushing over the curve of her waist before finding her breast. He cupped it gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple as his fingers kneaded the soft flesh.

“You feel perfect,” he muttered breathed, the words spilling from his lips unbidden, his tone low and almost reverent. He wasn’t sure if he was speaking to her, to himself, or to the moment that had completely consumed him, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was her—the warmth of her body, the softness of her curves, and the way she seemed to pull him in, body and soul, leaving no part of him untouched.

Cloud clenched his jaw, the tension in his body mounting with every movement, every sound she made. He prided himself on control—on lasting, on making sure his partner felt every bit of pleasure they deserved. It was a point of pride, a skill he rarely let falter. But she had unraveled him completely, stripped him of every defense he clung to, leaving only raw need in her wake.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice strained, almost desperate. He squeezed his eyes shut, his forehead dipping momentarily to rest against the curve of her back as he tried to center himself, to pull himself back from the brink. He wanted to last, to draw this out, to savor every second of her—but his body wasn’t listening.

The way her body gripped him, the way she responded so perfectly to every thrust, had him spiraling faster than he could stop.

His rhythm faltered, his hips snapping forward with a roughness born of pure desperation. Cloud’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove himself deeper, his composure slipping further with every thrust.

“I can’t—shit,” he muttered, his voice strained and raw, but the words cut off in a guttural groan as the tension in his body finally snapped.

His hands slid up her back, one pressing firmly between her shoulder blades while the other steadied her hip. His hips stuttered as he buried himself fully, his body pressing flush against hers. Cloud let out a low, guttural sound, his breath coming in uneven gasps as the release tore through him. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that left him trembling, his vision momentarily hazy as every muscle in his body tensed and then melted into her warmth.

Spent and unsteady, Cloud's breaths came in uneven gasps, his chest heaving as he fought to regain control of himself. He stayed still for a moment, his forehead dipping to rest against the curve of her back, the warmth of her skin grounding him as his hands slackened slightly against her hips.

The room was quiet now, save for the lingering echo of their shared breaths and the faint rustle of sheets beneath them. Cloud’s weight shifted forward unconsciously, his body leaning into hers, as if reluctant to let the connection between them break. The tension in his muscles melted away, replaced by a heaviness that felt equal parts exhaustion and something he couldn’t quite name.

He exhaled deeply, the sound rough and uneven, his chest rising and falling as he slid his hands upward. His fingers trailed over her sides and across her back, a touch that was almost apologetic.

Finally, Cloud pushed himself up, straightening with visible effort. His gaze flicked downward, lingering on the point where their bodies were still connected, and he swallowed hard. The moment felt heavier than it should, and he forced himself to move, to break the spell. With deliberate care, he eased himself out of her and shifted back, sitting on his heels. One hand ran through his sweat-dampened hair, the other braced on the bed as he tried to steady his breath.

Behind him, she shifted. The bed creaked softly as she rolled onto her back, the movement smooth but unhurried. Cloud glanced at her, his eyes trailing over her now-relaxed form. Her hair was tousled, framing her face like a halo against the rumpled sheets, her chest rising and falling steadily as she caught her breath. The glow of the dim light softened the lines of her body, highlighting the curve of her waist, the subtle sheen of sweat on her skin, and the utterly unguarded expression on her face.

Cloud let out another breath, his jaw tightening as his eyes darted away. He wasn’t sure what to do, what to say. Moments like this weren’t supposed to linger—they weren’t supposed to feel like they meant something. And yet...

“You okay?”

The words felt awkward leaving his mouth, but he couldn’t ignore the gnawing need to ask.

She turned her head to look at him. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, neither teasing nor dismissive, but genuine in a way that left him momentarily disarmed. “I’m fine,” she said.

Cloud studied her for a moment longer, her calm reassurance settling something in him, though not entirely. She seemed fine—relaxed, even—and yet the ache in his chest remained, a dull, nagging weight that refused to ease. He nodded, more to himself than to her, and pushed off the bed with deliberate movements.

Reaching down, he removed the condom, knotting it swiftly before tossing it across the room. The quiet thud of it landing in the trash seemed far too final, far too loud in the heavy silence that followed. Cloud exhaled and lowered himself back onto the bed, his body sinking into the mattress beside her.

He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he searched for the words that felt caught somewhere in the back of his throat.

“Sorry,” he said finally, his voice low.

She turned her head toward him, one eyebrow arching in faint surprise. “For what?”

Cloud’s gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, his jaw tightening as he forced himself to continue. “For not…” He hesitated, the admission catching on his pride, but he pushed through. “For not helping you finish. I swear I'm not usually like this,” he said, the words tumbling out faster than he intended. “I don’t… I don’t lose control like that. I always make sure it’s worth it for them. For you.”

She blinked, clearly caught off guard by the earnestness in his voice. For a moment, she said nothing, just watching him with an unreadable expression.

“You don’t owe me that,” she said softly after a pause. Her tone wasn’t dismissive, but it carried an honesty that unsettled him. “You’re the one who paid me."

Her words were gentle, but they landed heavily between them, and Cloud winced inwardly. He didn’t respond—couldn’t, really.

She studied him for a moment, her gaze unreadable. Cloud couldn’t bring himself to look at her directly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his hands resting awkwardly on his stomach. The silence stretched just long enough for him to wonder what she was thinking before she finally moved.

With a graceful motion, she sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “Where’s the bathroom?” she asked, her voice even, but there was a faint spark of amusement in her tone.

Cloud blinked, turning his head toward her. “Down the hall,” he said gruffly, jerking his chin in the direction of the door.

She nodded, taking a few steps before pausing to glance back over her shoulder. “Not to kill the mood, but I’d rather not get a UTI,” she said lightly, her lips quirking into a smirk.

Cloud stared at her for a beat, the unexpected comment catching him off guard. Then, to his own surprise, he laughed—a quiet, short burst of sound that felt strange and unfamiliar in the stillness of the room. He shook his head slightly, a corner of his mouth tugging upward despite himself. “You always this romantic?”

“Only for the special ones,” she shot back, her voice playful as she disappeared into the hallway.

Cloud let out a long breath, running a hand down his face as he tried to push away the traitorous feelings clawing at his chest.

It was the faint flush of the toilet that pulled him from his thoughts, followed by the sound of running water. He closed his eyes for a moment, willing himself to regain control, but the knot in his chest refused to untangle.

When he heard her footsteps returning, he turned his head toward the doorway—and froze.

She reentered the room with an unhurried grace that drew his gaze instantly. Her hips swayed with each step, the soft curve of her belly shifting subtly as her thighs brushed together. The gentle bounce of her breasts was impossible to ignore, and her hair, still tousled from their time together, tumbled over her shoulders in loose waves, framing her flushed skin.

Cloud's throat tightened, his breath catching as he watched her. He knew he should look away—should force himself to break the spell she seemed to cast without effort—but he couldn’t. His eyes followed her, tracing every curve, every movement, unable to stop himself from staring.

“You keep looking at me like that,” she said, her voice teasing as she approached the bed, “and I’m going to think you’ve never seen a naked woman before.”

“Not like you,” he muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them. What the hell was wrong with him?

She laughed softly, the sound light and teasing as she bent to retrieve her dress from the floor. “Does that line usually work for you?” she asked, shaking the fabric out with an easy motion before glancing back at him, her smirk playful.

Cloud’s jaw tightened, his gaze flicking away. He wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or frustrated that she didn’t seem to take him seriously, didn’t seem to believe the weight behind his words. Her lighthearted response was what he should’ve expected—what he wanted, even. So why did it sting?

She stepped into her dress, the soft material skimming over her curves as she reached back to zip it up. Cloud couldn’t stop himself from watching, couldn’t ignore the way her movements, even now, held a kind of quiet elegance, even as she was preparing to leave. Because this was a transaction, he reminded himself. Nothing more. She was just doing her job, and now the job was done.

“So,” she said, her voice breaking through his thoughts as she smoothed her hands over the fabric. “How’d I do? Worth the gil?” Her tone was light, playful, but there was an edge of detachment beneath it, a reminder of the roles they were playing.

Cloud’s lips pressed into a thin line. He should have responded with something casual, something to match her tone and end things cleanly. But instead, he found himself staring at her, the words catching in his throat as that gnawing ache in his chest twisted tighter.

“Yeah,” he said finally, his voice rough, almost gruff. “More than... You do this often?” he asked, surprising himself with the question.

She gave a small, sardonic smile and shrugged. “Does it matter?”

It wasn’t a challenge, but it wasn’t an answer either. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she turned away, reaching for her shoes. Cloud watched her move, deliberate way she pulled herself back together, as if she’d done this a thousand times before and would do it a thousand times again.

“I guess not,” he said, trying to push away the gnawing feeling in his chest. He wasn���t sure what he was after—why he was still talking, still watching her, still thinking about her when he should have been fine letting her leave.

She looked at him again, her lips quirking into a slight smirk, but her eyes were softer this time. “Don’t worry. You’re not my first.” Her voice was playful, but the words carried a quiet edge.

Cloud nodded, but the tightness in his chest didn’t ease. His gaze dropped to his hands, resting awkwardly on his thighs, as he struggled to find something to say, something to cut through the quiet weight that had settled between them. But nothing came.

The sound of her heel clicking against the floor pulled him from his thoughts. She was standing by the door now, clothed once more, save for her tights, the dress clinging perfectly to her curves. She gazed at him, her lips quirking into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Well,” she said lightly, the playful lilt returning to her voice, though it carried a subtle edge of finality. “You’ve been a pleasure…?”

“Cloud,” he supplied, his voice rough, almost gruff.

She hummed, the sound soft and noncommittal as her gaze lingered on him. “Fitting,” she said. “You’ve got that whole stormy, brooding thing down.”

Cloud’s lips twitched, the faintest ghost of a smile crossing his face despite himself. And then it hit him—he didn’t even know her name.

His gaze lifted to her again, catching the way her hand rested lightly on the doorknob, her posture relaxed but ready to leave. “What about you?”

She paused, the question hanging in the air between them. For a moment, she didn’t answer, her fingers tightening ever so slightly on the knob. Her gaze met his, her brow pinched as though she were weighing her options, considering what to say—or whether to say anything at all.

Finally, she exhaled softly, her name rolling off her tongue. Your name.

Cloud’s jaw tightened as he repeated it silently in his head, committing it to memory as if it were something important, something he might need to hold onto later. He nodded once, the gesture sharp and curt

Your smile widened slightly, softer now, and you turned back to the door, pulling it open. “Take care, Cloud,” you said, your voice quieter this time, almost kind.

And then you were gone.

The quiet click of the door shutting echoed in the room, cutting through the silence like a final note in a song that shouldn’t have ended. Cloud stayed where he was, his body still, but his mind churned. He replayed your words, the way she’d looked at him, the way her smirk softened into something quieter, more genuine, in those last moments.

Leaning forward, he braced his elbows on his knees, his hands dragging down his face as he exhaled a long, uneven breath.

He should have felt relieved—another encounter, another night over. But instead, he felt unsettled, as though something had shifted in his chest and he couldn’t put it back in place.

[ronnierosest]

Zakkura "So he never initiates, never asks, and waits." - inspired by a fanfiction we're friends, right? (very adult) by totosheadset

[pankekvenom]

Hey,lets talk about this little problem.

I wanted to talk about this problem that I've been experiencing for a while, and I finally got the courage to talk about it because I saw other people complaining about the same problem.

Tags

I've lost count of how many xReader fanfics I've started reading and out of nowhere the character appears with a name, and then it's like a bucket of cold water that just leaves me sad and frustrated, I know that no one is obliged to please anyone, but please use the right tags.

I don't mean to be rude, seriously, because they're great fanfics but I don't think it's cool to trick people to get more likes.

And this is not just in one fandom but many.

This isn't personal, it's more of a vent, because as soon as I block the user, someone always appears to do the same thing again.

I'm not a writer, I don't know how hard it is to be one, we appreciate you, but this is really frustrating.

Thank you for reading this and I'm sorry if I offended you in any way.

Oh, and the reader having a “nickname” in your fanfic (that is an actual name) means it’s not an xReader either, bye.

[cloudsmateria]

cloud strife x reader - are you ready to cry? cause i’m no good

this fic is impaired by les by childish gambino bc our little cloud is emotionally unavailable but he becomes infatuated with a girl he met at the club, both horribly drunk, leading him to catch some feeling and make some decisions he maybe probably shouldn’t have. they sneak around with each other until he has to cut this off. part 2 will probably come, we’ll see how i feel. this is my not proofread first draft, and is mostly an attempt for me to get better at smut since i don’t do it often. also my new fav song i’ve been previously gate keeping is here <3

tw: alcohol, drunk sex, a lot of sex

word count: 7.5k, most of it smut

wall street was party central beneath the plate, it was aerith who took him here promising a drink at the bar before he’d go back to sector 6, but one drink turned to two, turned to three, turned to 4 and the next thing he knew he was in a club on the dance floor with aerith, sending tifa a message telling her where he was.

it didn’t take long for you to catch his eye, you were already looking up at him, smiling and drawing him in. his head was swirling with everything revolving around you, but with a nudge from aerith it didn’t take much for him to approach you, not a thought behind those eyes to make him think twice.

“can i get you a drink?” he shouted over the music, your friends laughing and going off to the floor to let you have your moment.

“one more and i’m gonna pass out.” you giggled wrapping your arms around his neck to dance with him. “you’re not too far from your limit too.” he laughed, his hands naturally resting on your waist.

“how could you tell?”

”it took a good 5 minutes for you to notice me, you were in your own little world.”

”so you’ve been watching me since i came in, huh?”

”with that sword on your back? yes.”

”that the only reason?” he said smugly, leaning in to tease you. you smiled, going for a kiss, he pulled you forward without thinking. the warmth and softness of your lips engulfed his mind, you drawing away. he looked slightly shocked when his eyes met yours again, in a trance of your entirety. your giggle echoed throughout him. “what?”

“i don’t know, just you. i like you.” a sheepish laugh escaped his lips, looking down. he looked back to check if aerith was watching him, she luckily missed the entire exchange. tifa had come by and they had hit it off straight away, the two of them laughing at the bar. but he wasn’t too keen on them seeing him for the mockery that would come for the rest of his life.

“let’s get out of here, i wanna hear your voice better, see you in the light.” you said, like you were reading his mind, you pulled him gingerly toward the exit, his hand tightened around yours as you pulled him forward, spinning you around to wrap his arms around your waist when you got outside, kissing you like it was the first time against the wall, mindlessly. his hands feeling the skin of your waist in your silly crop top, he was too drunk to read what it said, it was something stupid undoubtedly.

he didn’t care, his lips wondered to your cheek kissing you all over, leading down the the back of your ears and kissing you down your neck, all he wanted was to taste you to feel the way your body shivered when his lips made contact.

“ah-“ your voice shivered. “i don’t know your name.” you whimpered, making his heart throb at your shaky voice, clear in the empty cold air.

“cloud.” he said, slowly pulling back, his breath gone at the look of your face. “you?” oh my god his voice was so hot. you tell him and he repeats it softly. you could’ve whimpered again right there, you could feel pink blushing your cheeks in the cold, something you hadn’t felt in ages and you didn’t want this to be just lust. you didn’t want to waste this moment.

his stomach twisted at your slight change in demeanour, slightly shy. to be honest he really wanted to kiss you more than anything, but decided to lay off for a second. how drunk you both were was also a concern that crossed his mind for a split second, he’d like to think he’d fight fine drunk. whatever, he’s a soldier.

”come on.” he held your hand, starting to walk down the street.

“you familiar with the area?” you asked.

“i have no idea where i’m going.” he said blankly, making you giggle.

”you must be far gone.”

”no, i just want to spend some more time with you.” you felt your heart pulse, skipping ahead a step to look at him.

“well, you’re in luck. i happen to know all the good spots, soldier.”

”lead the way, m’lady.”

you were already in the heart of wall market, the streets were bustling at this time of the night, the alleyways were filled with dodgy groups but you had your pretty little guard dog with you. his face was so pretty lit by the amalgamation of lights you walked through, red, purple, blue, he was beautiful, and a gentleman. 10 minutes into your walk your feet started to hurt so he ended up picking you up, a few giggly, teasing pecks being slung around until you were at the door of your small apartment, the elevated entrance looking over the street of wall market.

he hugged you from behind while you unlocked your door, picking you up on your way in to kiss you, pinning you against your entrance wall while kicking the door shut, pulling off your heels and pulling his sword off with his free hand to place against your door. your arms wrapped around his neck, focused on how soft his lips were. the alcohol had worn of slightly, you were both undoubtedly drunk which made everything about this feel that much more amazing.

“i’ve been waiting for this.” he whispered in your ear, nibbling your lobe while his hands got more adventurous, sliding up your dress to holding you by your ass. your breath caught in your throat, unable to resist the mako-infused trance his eyes cast over you, he carried you to your bed, laying you down gently. the room spun slightly, but it was a pleasant feeling, a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. his hand traced the curve of your waist, his eyes never leaving yours, breath shivering at the touch of the softness of your skin.

all of it was so intimate, so real, the way you looked at him made his heart throb. your hand found his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours, and in that moment, he knew he would never get enough of you, not the morning after, not in 10 years when you had split ways, he’d never forget your loving touch, soft skin, saccharine laugh. his hands moved to the hem of your dress, pulling it up slowly as his mouth was desperately pressed against your plump lips, revealing your stomach, your chest, your shoulders. the cool air hit your skin, but his touch was like fire engulfing you.

his eyes searched yours for any signs of hesitation, but all he found was desperation like his. he leaned in, kissing down your chest, making you gasp with every gentle press of his lips. your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, you felt so alive, so loved, so desired. his touch was tender, yet firm, leaving no doubt about how badly he needed you, you slipped your fingers under his vest, tugging it upward. he pulled off his top with one hand, you were shocked, staring at his chiselled chest blatantly. you should’ve expected this from his arms, but even then, none of that prepared you for this.

his body was a masterpiece, sculpted from clay like an idol. every muscle defined, the way his abs rippled with every movement was mesmerizing. his arms were strong, yet gentle as they held you down, his chest a book of scars. the light from the street lamps outside danced across his skin, casting shadows that played tricks with your eyes. you couldn’t help but run your fingers over them.

his breath hitched, and his eyes closed briefly as you touched his scars, trying to keep himself under control. his hands slid up your thighs, teasing the edge of your panties, making you squirm. he pulled away from your chest, looking down at you with a smirk. “you enjoying yourself?”

you nodded, feeling a bit shy at his sudden question. “yes...” your voice was barely a whisper, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands continuing their exploration. he gently slid your panties to the side, his finger grazing your wetness. you gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his finger inside, making you arch off the bed, gasping loudly.

“oh, cloud!” you moaned out his name, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. his eyes lit up with satisfaction, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin.

“that’s it, baby.” he said, his voice deep and rough, making you press your legs together. his finger moved in and out of you, setting a steady rhythm that had you clutching the bed sheets. he leaned down to kiss you again, his free hand playing with your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making you whimper. his free arm leaning above your head to keep himself stable, his shadowed face watching your blissed expression. your hips rolled up with his fingers, desperately trying to get closer. he could feel your pussy twitch, the heat radiating from you and the warm smell of your perfume surrounding him, intoxicated by more than just the alcohol, it was your aura he was drinking in. he was throbbing so hard it hurt.

he buried himself into your neck in his breathlessness, panting right in your ear, your hand buried in his hair pulling him closer into you. he kissed your lobe softly, every touch left a mark on your soul, you could feel his intensity in every action, it all came out. he felt this was the only peace he had in his hectic life, you unwrapped him to his barest form.

his finger continued to work you, making you squirm under him. “what do you want?” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. you bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan. “anything…. ah- you’re enough, anything, cloud...” you breathed out, your voice shaky, you were close.

his voice was a soft caress, the words coming out of his mouth were like a gentle storm, confusing yet comforting, the kind that left you breathless. “are you sure about this? about me?” he asked, his thumb circling your clit, driving you crazy. you nodded, unable to form more coherent words. his fingers moving faster, curling just right. your orgasm quickly building as your legs pressed tighter together, quivering. his thumb found your clit, circling it perfectly, you were at your limit.

“c-cloud!” you screamed, body convulsing as waves of your pleasure crashed over you. he was amazed. your sound was music in his ears, and his own arousal grew tenfold to the way your pussy pulsed around his fingers, everything you did was beautiful. his bulge was already uncomfortable, but now it was unbearable. he pulled his fingers out of you, making you twitch. you wrapped your arms around him as he kissed down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

he sat up to kick his jeans off, throwing them to the corner of your room. you could see his dick straining against his boxers, a wet spot at his tip from his leaking precum. you jaw dropped, his size was intimidating and yet unbelievably hot, you did not expect him to be packing this much. he palmed himself through his boxers, chuckling at your reaction. he pulls you on top of him, taking your hand and pressing it against his erection, skin hot to the touch.

“what?” he asks, a playful smirk playing on his lips, watching your reaction. you blush deeper, not breaking eye contact, your hand still wrapped around him.

“iis that even going to fit?”

“dunno. you having second thoughts?” he teases. you bite your lip, shaking your head. yes, you definitely were having second thoughts but that wasn’t going to stop you. you want him more than ever now. you lean down to kiss him again, feeling his cock pulse in your hand. his tongue slides into your mouth, dancing with yours, the taste of alcohol as you mix together. you can feel your heart racing in your chest.

he moves your hand away, sliding his boxers down, his cock springing free. he’s huge and dripping. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice soothing.

“mhm.” you nod, eagerly leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch in your hand.

"fuck." he whispers, the taste of saltiness coated your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it, making you want to taste more of him. you lick the length of him, watching his eyes roll back in his head, a low groan leaving his mouth. you swirl your tongue around the head, making him hiss before taking him into your mouth, feeling him fill your throat.

"shit!"

his hands went to your hair, gripping it tightly as you moved your mouth up and down his length, your tongue caressing every inch. he watched you with a mix of pleasure and disbelief, feeling his orgasm build rapidly. he could feel your throat contract around his tip, his balls tightening. but he didn’t want to come too soon. he gently pushes your head away, panting heavily.

“you’re too good at that, but it’s not what i had in mind.” he breathed. “i need to be inside you so badly right now.” his hand went to the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek. the affection in his voice made you squirm, he brought his head down for another kiss. his hands roamed up to your hips, kneading the fat in his hands. he flipped over hovering over you with your back against the sheets, his eyes were filled with lust and something else you couldn’t figure out, whatever it was, it was intense.

he gripped your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. his free hand slid down between your thighs, prying your legs wide open for him, fingers slowly dragging up your slit, getting drenched in your wetness. his eyes searched your own for any sign of hesitation.

“i don’t know how much control i have over myself.” he said lowly, he has pushed himself to his limit with you. you nodded quickly, already desperate for him and ready for anything he wanted to do to you.

“that’s okay, cloud.”

”are you sure?”

”ive never been so sure about someone in my life.” you said, looking up at him tenderly. his heart swelled in his chest, feeling heavier than before. no one had ever looked at him like that, spoken to him like that, your words raw and ripping deep into him. he knew he didn’t deserve this, but in this moment, he couldn’t help but revel in it. if he only had sober enough of a mind to turn away now and stop himself from hurting you.

“fuck… stop looking at me like that.” he murmured, heart hammering in his chest. the look in your eyes was like a warm embrace, he looked down, trying to avoid it, it was overwhelming him. your giggle only made his heart throb more, he couldn't help but smile.

his grip on your wrist tightened, pushing your hips down to align with him, his tip could feel the heat of your entrance. slowly, he dragged it up your folds, drenching it in your wetness and making your body shiver until it hooked against your entrance, making you arch your back. he groaned, the friction was driving him insane. you looked up into his eyes, trying to prepare yourself to accommodate him. he took a deep breath.

“are you okay with this?“ he asked one last time, his voice strained with the effort to not rushing into this no matter how badly he wanted it. this was your first time and you were nervous but sure. you nodded eagerly, cheeks flushing red. it was all he needed. he pushed into you, slowly sinking the tip into you, it was so tight.

”fuck….” he breathed out.

you closed your eyes, you could feel them rolling to the back of your head, a mixture of pleasure and pain. you bit your lip though a muffled moan still managed to slip out as you stretched around him. he paused for a moment giving you time to adjust around him. he pushed in deeper, groaning, the heat was overwhelming as he felt himself getting deeper until he bottomed out completely and you’re sure your neighbours heard the disgusting noises that spilled from your mouth.

“shit, you feel too good. “ he twitched inside you, he cursed himself for being so close already. you felt so full, the pain of trying to adjust to him was wearing off slowly and all that consumed you was pleasure. he watched your face, all your reactions, it made his heart ache. “see what you’ve done to me?”

“oh, cloud.” you whimpered, he loved it when you said his name like that. his face trailed down to your, neck the peaks between your breasts until his hands lost the grip of your wrists to cup your breast, the thumb grazing over the sensitive peak, rolling them between his fingers. the other squeezing your ass. his lips latched onto your nipple, sucking them into his mouth. his hips drew out completely, until it was just his tip left in you just to push back in inch by inch. it was driving you crazy, and yet it was keeping him from spilling into you too early.

“you don’t know how bad i needed you, so good.” he whispered. your hand tangled into his hair, the other digging into the flesh of his shoulder. he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, flicking it with his tongue. you could feel your core clench around him as he switched to the other, his hands supporting your weight. the way his mouth felt on your sensitive skin was heavenly. you clenched around him from the shockwave of pleasure, you felt him twitch. he groaned, the vibration of his voice making you shiver. “you drive me insane.” you were going to ask what you were in a minute, the way he made you feel on an emotional level just made everything that much more intense. “i want you all to myself.”

his sucks grew harder, more insistent, the sounds of your combined breathing filling the small apartment. your moans grew louder, mixing with the occasional whine as he stretched you open, his cock thick and demanding. he could feel your nails digging into his skin, urging him to go faster, deeper.

he pulled away as his control thinned, hand leaning against the headboard while his other gripped your hip tightly, the sound of his groans filling the room. his pace picked up as he got more urgent, hips snapping with a rhythm that made you wrap your legs around his waist. you threw your head back pleasure quickly building in your belly, your pulses starting to get more frantic, begging for more.

“ah! cloud! yes- oh!” his need was getting more urgent with each thrust, the way your body was moving against him was mesmerising, your breasts bouncing in the dim light, his eyes were stuck on you as he quickened, getting rougher, watching your chest rise and fall with each irregular breath and moan, your lust playing out just for him in fusion with your flushed face, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, it was just enough to make him come undone as he felt you pulse and clench around him frantically.

his thumb found your way to your clit, teasing it as he fucked you. that was it for you. your walls clamped down on him, shaking as your orgasm crashed through you. you bit your lip desperately to stop yourself from waking everyone in the building up, nails digging into his back as he kept up his pace, chasing his own climax. he could feel it building quickly, balls tightening as he dug himself deeper into you, body begging for release.

“fuck, where do you want it?” your mind was gone, drunk with pleasure and the thought of his cum in you was too much to resist, you wanted to be his, all of him inside you.

“inside me,” you moaned. his eyes darkened, heart jittering in his chest, pounding against his rib cage. the idea of marking you with his cum, was so fucking hot, it sent a shiver down his spine and his cock throb even more insistently, movements getting more urgent and deliberate.

“are you sure?” his jaw clenched as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge.

“yes cloud.” your voice with that pulse of your pussy around him sent him over the edge. he grabbed your hips, forcing himself as deep as possible, you felt it shoot inside you in waves as he groaned loudly, cock twitching with each spill.

“all of it, fucking take all of it.” he managed in ragged, raspy breaths as he buried himself deeper, you clenched and tightened around him instinctively, milking every drop, you were so sensitive you felt yourself get close again. everyone must have heard that. his body sloped over, wrapping around your waist tightly as he slowly pumped himself in you a few more times to fuck everything as deep as possible, all of his hot seed filling you completely, it couldn’t be possible to have that much cum. you moaned softly as you felt yourself get overcome with the sensation again, a second orgasm, becoming a twitching and shivering mess all over again.

he laughed quietly, his body still trembling with the aftershock of his release as he continued to pulse inside you. he leaned down to kiss you again, you could feel each other’s heart race as your bodies pressed against each other.

“you’re something else,” he murmured against your swollen lips, your legs were still trembling, and you were still deliciously full of his cum and hard dick. you realised how much you wanted this to be more than just a drunken hookup without any courage to say anything.

he took another moment to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours sweetly. “i want to go down on you until you pass out.” his soft voice did not match that nature of that sentence, you felt your cheek heating up at the words. “but i’ll let you get some rest, you need it.” his gentle kisses trailed down your neck, carefully flipping you over so he didn’t slip out of you, your bodies fit perfectly against each other as your head rested against his chest, his hands playing with your hair as you pulled the covers up.

his breath was warm and steady against your cheek, you felt so safe, he was so warm and big underneath you. your eyes grew heavier, the room still slightly spinning, in complete bliss. his other arm around you tightly, holding you closer, his heartbeat like a lullaby. and that’s when the gravity of what happened weighed on you, you didn’t want him to leave tomorrow, you really liked him, and he didn’t even know your last name.

you sat up, looking down at him, his eyes still closed and breathing steadily. “cloud?” you whispered, unsure if he was asleep. his eyes fluttered open, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “yeah?”

his hand squeezed your side, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through your body. “can i ask you something?” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

“of course, what’s on your mind?” he sat up with you, his smile fading slightly as he sensed your shift in mood.

you took a moment to gather your thoughts, your heart in your throat. “what is this going to be between us? i mean i know it’s not a relationship, and i just need to know if this means anything to you or if it’s just a one-night thing?” you whispered, staring at the ceiling.

cloud’s hand stilled on your back, his smile fading into a contemplative line. “what do you want it to be?” he asked, his voice low and serious. you felt his eyes on you, waiting for your answer.

“i don’t know,” you admitted, feeling the weight of your words. “i just know that i really like you, i don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.”

cloud’s gaze was intense as he studied your face, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your waist. “i like you too,” he said finally, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through you. “i just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not good at this sort of thing.”

the confession hung in the air. you could see the fear in his eyes, had he been sober it would’ve been a definite no. yet, here you were, entangled in each other’s arms.

”can we see where this goes?”

he took a deep breath, gaze not leaving yours. he wanted you so badly, but a hint of his sober self was warning him, he ignored it. “yeah, let’s see where this goes.” his arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you closer as he kissed the top of your head. his dick was still semi-hard inside you as you drifted off.

…

you were woken up by the orange glow across your room from the windows. cloud’s arms were still around you, you looked up, his face peaceful with his messy hair splayed across your pillows, chest rising and falling. his morning wood was still inside you, it was already starting to stir, growing in length and thickness as he slowly woke up, your body was still sensitive and full from last night, you squirmed slightly.

his eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling your movement, his sleepy eyes met yours. he smirked, remembering what was happening

“good morning, to both of you.” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. his fingers circled your hip, his cock fully hard now, rolling it up into you.

“cloud!” he covered your mouth, not wanting to wake up your whole apartment block, his other hand sliding down to your clit, grazing it enough for you to gasp into his palm. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he moved his cock inside you, shallowly thrusting in and out, feeling you clench around him.

“see, you don’t mind it, do you?” you felt his back muscles tighten under your hands, your face on his chest, flexing as he picked up his pace. he leaned in to kiss the top of your head, his hand moving to grip your thigh and keep your open for him.

his strokes grew deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you, lubricated by the mess of the night before. your breath hitched as you felt him hit that spot deep inside, making your toes curl. he was like a different person with you, easy going with no need to hide himself, confident. his movements got stronger and more demanding, so big he filled you up completely, stretching you out all over again.

his hips were slapping against yours, echoing throughout the room mixed with your muffled moans and his groans of pleasure. he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making your mind go numb all over again, tensing around him, orgasm building up quickly. it didn’t take much for either of you to finish, both still sensitive from last night. his hips jittered, your pussy contracting around his cock as he pushed through your walls, pressing you down on him. it twitched inside you, sputtering hot cum inside of you again.

his breathing was ragged, flipping you over again so he was on top of you as he slowly pulled out despite the suction of your pussy, being left empty. some of it leaked out, but he fingered it back in, making you shiver and moan. he chuckled quietly, looking at the state of you.

“good morning to us.” you said as he lay his head on your chest, continuing to push in and out of you. he looked around your room, it was as big as his, though a lot more lived in and homely. books stacked up on the floor, notebooks and makeup from last night splayed out on your desk and a scythe in the corner of the room which caught his attention.

“i’m gonna go clean up.” you whispered, trying to slip out of bed, his arms tightened around you

“stay a bit longer.” he mumbled against your neck, it was clear he was about to sleep again. “it’s only 6.” the warmth of his breath tickling your neck.

“i would love to, cloud. but i do have work.”

his eyes searched yours, the conflict of his want versus your needs. "i'll make it quick." he whispered, kissing your forehead before rolling off you, his cock sliding out of you with a wet sound that made him groan. he stood up, grabbing your hand, pulling you off the bed. the warmth of his cum trailed down your thigh. "we can shower together."

you nodded, following him to the bathroom, the floor cold against your bare feet. the shower was already running, the sound of water hitting the tiles echoing through the room. cloud stepped in, holding his hand out for you, the water washing over him, his muscles rippling as he moved. you stepped in, the warmth wrapping around you, his arms enveloping you again.

his hands roamed your body, the water slipping over your curves, his eyes tracing your figure. “you’re so beautiful.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your neck. you leaned into his touch, his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing it gently, making you giggle.

cloud picked up a washcloth, soaping it up and moving it down your body, his eyes never leaving yours as he washed you off. the warmth of the water washed over you both, mixing with the steam that filled the small room, the scent of your combined arousal still lingering in the air. his soapy hand reached between your legs, washing off the mess of the night, his thumb grazing your clit, making you jump.

his eyes were on your face, watching every little reaction, the way your eyes would roll back at the slightest touch. “can’t get my hands off you.” he chuckled, kissing the side of your neck. his other hand cupped your face, tilting it up to look into your eyes. “you really do drive me crazy.”

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling his hardness press against your thigh. ”do you ever take a break?”

“this is your fault. you’re too tempting,” he said, his voice a low growl. he stepped closer, pressing you against the tiles as he dropped the washcloth. his hand went back to your neck, tilting it to the side, kissing the pulse point. “but i’ll behave for now.”

his hands were gentle but firm. you leaned into him, your breasts pushing against his chest. he took his sweet time, washing every inch of you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he was afraid you would disappear if he looked away. your heart fluttered at the tender way he touched you, while your hands ran over his arms, washing him off.

his cock was hard again, brushing against your stomach. it was clear he wasn’t done with you, but he didn’t push it, he knew you had to get ready. instead, he kissed your forehead and stepped back, letting you wash off the soap. you watched him under the water, the way his muscles flexed.

you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself, feeling the warmth of the air hit your wet skin. he followed you, his own towel around his waist. you get into a clean set of comfy clothes, you gave Cloud one of your large sweatpants you normally slept in. "you can keep it," you said with a smile, watching him put it on. "i have plenty."

“why? you do this often?” he asked.

“the opposite actually.” you said.

you both looked at the clock again, it was only 5 AM, and the sun hadn’t fully risen. “why don’t we just cuddle for a bit longer?” you suggested, pulling off your bed sheets and changing them, he helped you spread ita cross your matress, your voice filled with hope. Cloud’s eyes lit up, he didn’t hide his enthusiasm.

“i thought you had work,” he said, walking back towards the bed and pulling the covers aside for you to slip in next to him.

“well, i do… at 5pm.”

“what?”

“i work at a bar, it's a night shift today so i've got the whole day off."

"i wish i could stay here with you but i have to get back to sector 7 at 8. my friend owns a bar and she does need my help if i want to continue to have a place to stay."

"that's cool, are you a bartender?"

"mercenary. i thought i told you this last night?"

"oh." you remembered, though it was still surprising. "sorry, i think i was just more focused on some other things from last night."

he laughed quietly. "don't worry."

you lay there for a bit longer, basking in the warmth of cloud’s embrace, listening to the rain tap against the window. His arm was draped over your waist, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin just above your panties.

“when will i see you again?” he asked absent mindedly.

you turned to look at him, his eyes still sleepy but filled with something that looked a lot like hope. “im free tonight after my shift, though it's about 1am.” you said with a playful smile. that was perfect, aerith and tifa would've been asleep by then, he could sneak out to see you.

“i’ll make it work,” he said, his voice filled with determination. you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest, his willingness to make time for you was something you weren’t used to. “i want to see you again, badly.”

cloud’s hand stilled on your shirt, his eyes looking at yours with a mix of guilt and excitement. the guilt was something he wasn’t used to feeling. he was a mercenary, used to taking what he wanted and moving on, but with you it was different. the thought of not seeing you again was unbearable, and he felt guilty for feeling this way, knowing he might be leading you on, he couldn’t help himself. he warned you last night.

you nodded, trying to keep the hope off your face. “i’ll be waiting for you.” you leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling his cock twitch against your thigh, it was clear he wanted more but he knew he couldn’t push it. you both laid there, your bodies entwined, talking about everything and nothing until the sun had fully risen, and suddenly it was 7.30, and he had to leave.

his kiss was gentle as he pulled away from you. “i’ll see you tonight then,” he said, getting back into his soldier uniform. you gave him a peck on the cheek before he left your apartment, the cold air of the early morning a stark contrast to the warmth he left behind.

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leave a comment if u want a part 2, i’m undecided <3