FF7

The train rattled through the dark underbelly of Midgar, steel wheels screaming on the tracks. Cloud Strife sat alone in the empty car, massive Buster Sword propped against the seat beside him. His mako-blue eyes were half-lidded, body still humming from the last job. SOLDIER First Class - ex, anyway. The uniform still fit tight across his chest and the thick bulge of his cock straining against the leather of his pants.

The door hissed open.

Tifa Lockhart stepped in.

Black mini-skirt riding high on those long, powerful thighs. White crop top stretched tight over her massive tits, the soft undersides of them visible every time she breathed. Red eyes locked on him instantly. She didn’t say a word about the mission. Didn’t mention Avalanche or the reactor. She just walked over, planted one heeled boot on the seat between his spread legs, and shoved the Buster Sword aside with a metallic clang.

“You’ve been gone too fucking long,” she said, voice low and rough. “And you’re hard already.”

Cloud’s cock twitched visibly. He didn’t move. Just watched as Tifa dropped to her knees right there on the filthy train floor, yanked his zipper down, and hauled his thick, heavy cock out into the open air. It slapped against her cheek—veiny, flushed dark, already leaking a thick bead of precum.

She licked it off with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue, then looked up at him through her lashes.

“Still taste like mako and pure fucking arrogance.”

Then she opened wide and took him to the root in one wet, choking slide.

Cloud’s head thudded back against the seat. A low, guttural sound tore out of his throat as Tifa’s throat bulged around him. She didn’t ease into it. She fucked her face on his cock - long, deep strokes that made wet, obscene gluck-gluck sounds echo through the empty car. Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto the tops of her tits. Her hands braced on his thighs, nails digging in, while she bobbed faster, harder, taking every thick inch until her nose pressed into the dark blond hair at his base.

He tangled one gloved hand in her black hair and held her there, hips rolling up, fucking into that tight, spasming throat. Tifa moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. Her free hand shoved under her skirt, two fingers already working her soaked cunt, the wet sounds of her fingering herself mixing with the wet sounds of her throat being used.

The train hit a curve. Tifa gagged hard, eyes watering, but she didn’t pull off. She stayed buried, swallowing around him, throat milking his cock like she was starving for it. Cloud’s control snapped. He growled, yanked her head back by the hair so just the fat head rested on her tongue, then shoved her back down and came - thick, heavy ropes of cum pumping straight down her throat. Tifa swallowed every drop, throat working, a little spilling from the corners of her lips and running down to her cleavage.

She pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, lips shiny, chin a mess. Then she climbed into his lap, straddling him, shoved her soaked panties aside, and sank down onto his still-hard cock in one smooth, filthy slide.

“Fuck… Cloud…”

Her cunt was scorching hot, dripping, gripping him like a fist. She rode him hard and fast right there on the train seat, tits bouncing, crop top shoved up so he could bury his face between them. Cloud bit one stiff nipple, sucked hard, while his hands gripped her ass and helped slam her down onto every thick inch. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the car. Tifa’s moans got louder, higher, until she came with a sharp cry, cunt clamping down and fluttering around him, soaking his cock and balls and the seat beneath them.

He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back on the hard bench, hiked her legs up over his shoulders, and drove back into her in long, deep strokes that made her tits bounce and her mouth fall open in a continuous stream of filthy, broken moans. “Harder, fuck me harder, use me - ”

Cloud gave her exactly that. He fucked her like he’d been holding it in for years - deep, relentless, the head of his cock battering her cervix on every thrust. Tifa came again, then again, legs shaking, cunt gushing around him until the seat was a mess of their combined fluids. When he finally buried himself to the hilt and unloaded a second thick load deep inside her, she clenched around him and milked every drop, moaning his name like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

They stayed locked together while the train slowed into the sector station. Tifa’s makeup was ruined, lipstick smeared, thighs trembling and shiny with cum and her own juices. Cloud’s cock was still buried in her, still twitching, still hard.

She looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, and smirked.

“Welcome home, Cloud.”

He didn’t answer with words. He just rolled his hips and started fucking her again as the doors hissed open and the first members of Avalanche climbed aboard—only to freeze at the sight of their new mercenary balls-deep in Tifa on the train seat, both of them filthy, panting, and very clearly not done.

The mission to bomb the reactor could wait five more minutes.

Or ten.