summary: cloud delivers a pizza w extra sausage to you for the new year!!
a/n: warnings under the cut
warnings: super short smut fic, mdni 18+, kinda crack, cursing, pwp, oral f and m receiving, p in v, no thoughts head empty, cloud strife x reader, not proofread, reader has big boobs it’s mentioned like three times
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Pizza delivery boy!cloud pulls up to your house like it’s a typical night. Box in hand, ready to take payment and dip as soon as he gets the right amount of change. That is until you open the door in tiny shorts and a tank top that exposed your tummy. He tries not to notice the way you scanned him up and down, paying extra attention to his Seventh Heaven name tag. Cloud was used to people checking him out so it didn’t really bother him anymore. It also helped that you were quite easy on the eyes too. Eye candy for eye candy, at least he could have this as the highlight of his shift that just started.
He doesn’t bother with pleasantries.
“Medium Avalanche Special?”
“Hi, uh, yeah that’s right.” Before he can tell you the total you’re digging around in your pocket for the twenty you prepared.
“That’ll be twenty-two dollars.”
“Wait, I thought delivery was only three dollars?”
“You’re outside of the delivery radius so we charge a five dollar fee.”
“Oh shoot, I don’t think I have enough on me.” You frown, stumped on what to do. You thought you had enough for delivery and a very small tip. But with this convenience fee? You were short for the whole order. “Ugh, this sucks, your website didn’t say anything about that.”
“Yeah, I just work here.”
“Can I pay with card instead?”
“Sorry, it’s cash only.”
“Alright…here, come inside, I might have enough, can you wait for me?”
He doesn’t like the sound of that, no one’s ever told him to come inside before. Cloud felt sketched out but he followed you inside regardless. Placing the pizza on your coffee table, his bag on the floor, then situating himself on the couch. He sat stiff on the plush sofa while he listened as you rummaged around in your room. Pulling out drawers and looking under your furniture for spare change. You had some change you could scrounge up, but that was it.
With a defeated sigh, you made your way back to the living room. Crumpled bills held behind your back. “I’m sorry for wasting your time. I don’t have enough on me.” Which really sucked because you wanted that pizza so bad after working all day. It was the new year for crying out loud, you weren’t spending it with anyone. You just wanted to stay home, doll yourself up a little, eat your pizza, and binge watch Ghost Whisperer until it was time for the ball to drop
“How much do you have?”
“Twenty.”
“That’s enough.”
“What?”
“Just gimme the cash and I’ll make myself scarce it’s not a big deal, just two bucks.”
“Are you sure?” He took the cash from you, stashing it in his baggy pants with a curt nod. You felt terrible that you didn’t have enough cash to tip him for the night either.
“Yeah, it’s our bad for not making it clear.”
You gave him a good look while he situated his bag. His uniform was tight on his chest, his hair wild but soft looking, and those big blue eyes. Damn, where did they make delivery guys like this? Fine shit was hard to come by on any normal day, but did you strike gold tonight? Taking a chance on the only cheap place delivering near you might not have been such a bad idea.
He didn’t even bother saying goodbye when he stepped foot outside of your door. Not so much as a glance back your way, and you felt a little insulted. You knew you weren’t America’s next top model or anything but come on. You knew this top didn’t leave much to the imagination. And from the way he was staring earlier he had to be a teensy tiny bit interested, right?
“Hey, uh Cloud, wait a sec!” Was this dumb? Running after him, and propositioning him like in those dumb pornos? He was hot, it was New Year’s Eve, and you basically wasted his time coming out here. Maybe he’d be down for a little action?
He turned to look at you, confusion evident on his face. He throws his bag in the back and waits for you to continue. Crossing his arms like he had better things to do than stand there and listen to you.
“C-come back over here for a sec.” The nerves shot through your veins, blood pumping at what you were about to proposition him with. You had at least some shame to call him back over, you don’t know what you’d do if your neighbors heard you.
Despite his better judgement, he listens and walks himself back over to your front door. Shoot, your tongue dries up while you stare at him. Cloud raises an eyebrow, being more patient than he normally would be. Why in the hell did you look so nervous, though? “How busy are you tonight?”
“Working?”
“In general.”
“Well, my shift just started and you’re the only one that’s ordered a pizza from us so far tonight.”
“Are there other people that can deliver for you?” You twiddle with your hair then not-so-subtly fix your top lower. Warning bells rang in his ears but the idea that was beginning to form in his head was too crazy. There was no way things were going the way his messed up brain thought they were. These things just didn’t happen in real life.
“Why, you gonna blow the place up or somethin’?” His little joke smooths over the jumpy nerves you were feeling. And you take in a deep breath, preparing yourself for the possible humiliation you might face. This was so wrong but damn was he good looking and you were unfortunately no better than a man.
“I could blow someone, if he’s down.”
What the hell, right? Why not. Cloud wasn’t normally one to do stuff like this, but you appeared to be eager. And what can he say? He’s a tits guy through and through.
All it took was a simple text to his manager. Hey, I won’t be back. Family emergency. And he was laid out on your bed. It felt strange to lie to his manager, considering they were childhood friends. If he said he couldn’t make it back, she probably wouldn’t even question him. He supposed he didn’t want to be questioned too hard about his night more than anything. Because even if Tifa didn’t question him, Aerith would if he kept it more vague. Cloud wasn’t sure how he could come up with a good lie. There was no way he would be able to picture anything but this moment here in this room with you. Feet planted to the floor, back flush with your mattress, fingers buried in your hair. Soft hair clutched in a firm grip that had your eyes rolling back.
When you offered to blow the delivery guy you weren’t expecting him to whip out this monster. And to smell so good. Seriously, did he shower before coming here or what?
“Shit.” You pull off of him with a lewd pop, and giggle at the noises that leave him. Loud grunts, breathy whimpers, they were encouraging and incredibly sexy. Spurring you on so much that you felt the need to suck him in. Take him further down your throat, gagging as it slid down but holding him nonetheless. It was more than a mouthful, spittle dripped down your chin and bubbled outside of your mouth. “Oh, shit- you okay?”
Popping off, even louder than before you appeared to be in a daze. Out of breath, and a little haggard. With your eyeliner creasing at the corner of your eyes and your glossy lipstick smudged. After a good exhale, wiping your mouth and smearing your lips even further, you nodded. A dopey, lopsided grin hung off of your face as you wiped the saliva away. “Yeah, love a guy with a big sword.”
“C’mere.” Your feet moved before your mind could even fully process his simple request. A mess glued your thighs together, panties drenched with arousal and desperation. It didn’t occur to you that something might happen to you as well that night. Giving the handsome stranger some sloppy top would’ve been enough. Your throat was feeling a little empty, tongue lonely, and he just looked too good in his cute little uniform and with his bratty expression.
Considering your lack of thought on the matter, embarrassment washed over your tingling body. Making you more sensitive as the cool air hit your soaked undergarments. You figured he wouldn’t see much, and nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he hauled you over his face at your hesitant movement. The new sensation of his face under you, panties squelching over his nose and mouth, had your hips stuttering in hesitation.
“This alright?” He squeezed your thighs, hovering your burning core over his mouth. Not wanting to push things farther than you’d like, you appreciated the care.
“Mhmm.” You didn’t dare open your mouth, afraid of the even more embarrassing noises that could tumble out. Cloud lifted you easily, like it was nothing to him, to maneuver your panties to the side. Cloud was a lucky man, he knew it was so, because you tasted like a dream. Sweet, and tart, it slipped right down his tongue. He was becoming addicted to the sounds you made, and he found himself becoming greedy for more. Tempted by your weeping core, as if it visibly ached for some attention.
His finger traced the outside, dipping and rubbing, coaxing your whims to ask for entrance. Your hips answered him back, swaying so that you’d take more of it. It was history from there. A mess of your dripping arousal and broken moans. Body weightless, skin on fire.
Moments later, in a turn of events you could’ve never expected to happen that night, you found yourself folded in half. Hips held up, ankles locked around his neck, hands gripping the pillow below you. Cloud’s hips were frantic, swiveling in a bruising nature. Your mind was a jumble of thoughts of the man before you. Subconsciously you were scrambling for a way to get this man to stay with you. Would he believe you if you said you were in love already?
“Focus on me.” He broke you from your panicked thoughts, your expression was drawn in pleasure but your movements were becoming hesitant. A quick snap ground the sensitive nub between your legs against his pelvis. You closed your eyes at the sensation, and he kept it up as your face finally contorted into one of relaxed ecstasy. The only thing on your mind was the feeling of your wet halves mushing together.
A quick spark tingled through your chest. Coming never hit you so quick, and for a second you forgot that this was supposed to be all about him. Cloud was too focused on getting you to finish, that you could hardly focus on making sure he felt good. You were worrying for nothing, because every time he flipped you onto your knees he was closing his eyes to stop himself from falling off of that edge. Or when your thighs hugged him close, and you kissed him while he moved deep, he was getting off on the image of you enjoying his touch.
By the end of the night, you were sweating with half of your body hanging off of the bed. Cloud was on the opposite end, lying on his side staring into space while you heaved for air. “Jesus Christ, are you even human? I can’t get up.”
“You literally asked for it.”
You couldn’t argue with that, not as you glared at the condom packets that were torn and discarded around you. The only person you could blame was yourself. Once you had a taste, it was like you were possessed. The pizza was cold and forgotten on your coffee table but you were so hungry. The digital alarm clock next to your bed blinked 11:57 and your eyes widened.
“Oh shit, Cloud. Wanna kiss for the New Year?”
“We just did a lot of kissing.”
“Awe c’mon it’s gonna be midnight soon. Don’t you wanna kiss me?” You rolled onto your side, then reached for his hand. Cloud had a hard time when it came to pretty girls and their requests. He supposed since he already did something out of the ordinary for himself, he could indulge you some more. After all, his tip was quite generous that night. He had to show his appreciation somehow.
“Alright.”
The clock ticked for those few short minutes. You held your breath because despite how dirty this hookup was, the atmosphere was incredibly romantic. Lying in bed, close to this man in your dimly lit room, as you waited for the new year to arrive. When it hit 12 he pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss. Teeth clacking on impact but smoothed over by his careful lips. Caressing his best wishes against you and hoping his good intentions translated through the act. You kiss him back as fervently as you can, fingers flexing and relaxing as he holds your wrists in place.
Cloud pulls away before either of you can get too carried away. “H-happy new year, Cloud.”
“Yeah, Happy New Year.”
“Can I get your number?”
“For free pizza?”
“Well yeah, but also to hang out. If you wanna..”
“Alright, here.” Before he can hand you his phone, an unread message from a while ago showed on his screen, catching both of your attention.
Aerith: Cloud I forgot to tell you! (/~o~)/ Tifa said no convenience fee for the new year!
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a/n: I hope you enjoyed this slight crack fic <3 I thought it would be fun to put cloud in this trope, happy new year and stay safe! Stay tuned for another short fic later <3
