Final Fantasy 7 - Barret's Humiliation V

Barret got very little sleep that night. How could he when his night consisted of, “Cloud! Cloud~! Clouuud~!” and “Your cock is so deep! So biiiig! I love itttt~!”

Cloud, Cloud, Cloud. She was a damn parrot at this point, constantly gawking, constantly moaning. Why wasn't anyone protesting to this?

“Love it, love it, lovee ittt~! Y-you’re so deep inside me, Cloud~!” 

Because it was hot and it was because it was Tifa that was getting fucked, that was why. Any local would know Tifa wasn't from here. A woman that attractive and alluring was instantly noticeable. This whole night…

Honestly, it might as well have been a concert. The locals paid the thickets via their rent and Cloud's cock was the talent to be shown.

“SHOOO BIGGGG~! I'M CUMMIIING ALREADDYYY~!”

But morning did soon arrive. Barret woke up to peace and a massive morning boner. He groaned, balls aching, and swung himself off the bed.

For a man of his stature, the type whose steps caused creaks, his cock looked perfect. But was it big? No. No, it was not. He sighed, looked down at his erection, and then put on some damn clothes. Barret was not Cloud.

‘At least they’re done.’ 

The birds were chirping, the sun was rising, and the world was…well, waking up in a manner of speaking. 

On an empty stomach, Barret decided to leave his home. “Who knows when those damn love birds will wake up and start moaning…”

He sighed and went out, only to find someone nearby breathing heavily. An ear pressed to the door that belonged to Cloud and Tifa…

“Johnny, what the hell are you doing?”

Johnny, the redhead with the crush on Tifa, was down-low, crouching. Like a pervert, his eyes opened maniacally and his ears kept themselves firm to the wooden door. 

“Shhh!” Johnny put a finger to his lips. “Listen to them! They might be quiet now but that's because they realized they were loud. But they're still…”

“Unh~! Oh~! Oh~!”

Fucking.

Barret face-palmed. The world was at peace from their sex or so Barret thought. Nope.

They were just being quiet, that was all. They probably realized they were being too loud. ‘How considerate,’ Barret thought bitterly. 

And, as if on instinct, the big ebony man pressed his ear to the door, standing above the crouching Johnny. He closed his eyes and listened.

The red-haired male was correct.

Inside Cloud Strife's apartment building, the world was anything but quiet. The muffled sounds of passion were unmistakable, and the rhythmic clanging of table legs against the floor made it clear that the kitchen was the site of the action.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

The quiet hums were growing louder. Barret couldn’t hear them. Johnny could. He had been crouching and listening for what? An hour now? Something like that. He had already stained his pants with his ejaculations. 

"Dammit, I wish that was me,” Johnny muttered. He had a huge crush on Tifa Lockhart, and hearing her being ravaged by Cloud was as heartbreaking as it was undeniably arousing.

Barret clicked his tongue. "You seen him fucking before. You saw that dick. The white boy is a god in bed.”

“I know. I…I know.”

Barret huffed. “Might as well listen to it for tips and tricks." His voice was gruff, but there was admiration in it. He had seen Cloud in action almost four times now. He knew firsthand just how skilled the former SOLDIER could be. “He goes for nothing more than total pussy destroying.”

Johnny closed his eyes, trying to listen deeper to Tifa's moans and the slap of flesh against flesh. Each noise seemed to drill deeper into his brain, making his thoughts spiral out of control.

"Do you think... do you think she's faking it?" Johnny's voice was barely above a whisper, but Barret heard him. “A-at the yacht and…here…”

"Hell no, she isn't," Barret replied, his tone matter-of-fact. "Listen to the way she's moaning. That ain't faked."

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

“Clouuud~! Clouuuud~! I can't stop your cooocck! Your big, fat coccckk~! It's too gooood~! You're too godddllllyyy~!”

A gasp, a whisper, an orgasm. These sounds were indeed quiet. Focused so that no one else but Cloud could hear them. Alas, the blond pretty boy never would have suspected that two perverts would be listening in.

Especially someone as proud as Barret. 

“Cloud~! Cloud~! Nggghhh~! I-I’m gonna breaakkk…! I’m gonna scream~! The neighbours are gonna hear!”

“Hear that?” Barret said. “That ain't fake. Could never be. No woman would say that.”

The claps grew louder. Cloud didn’t care. He wanted them to hear. He wanted them to listen. 

Barret inhaled sharply and said, “Least of all Tifa.”

“COOOOCCCK~! I LOVE BIIGGG COOOCKK FUCKING MEEE~!”

Oops. Tifa screamed. Tifa let it all out. The whole neighbourhood heard. But it was but a snap. It came and went, the echo lingering in whoever heard—which, to be honest, was probably everyone. 

“But here we are.” Barret shrugged. “It's life, brother.”

“Watching my crush get plowed by a gigantic cock quadruple my size is life?”

“Yep.”

“...fuck my life.”

“Look at the bright side, this shit sounds hot.”

“Heh. You're right.”

And indeed, Tifa's moans were both urgent and heartfelt. They carried a weight that spoke of deep pleasure, of a woman who was truly lost in the moment.

Inside the apartment, the scene was nothing short of explosive. Cloud's hips thrust and plowed into her heart-shaped ass, driving his cock deeper and deeper into Tifa's dripping pussy. The table was shaking violently, its legs scraping against the floor.

It shook almost as violently as Tifa’s toned booty. 

"Oh, Cloud... yes... like that...!" Tifa didn’t want to scream. She had pride. But Cloud…Cloud…!

“Ngghhh~! I’m gonna—”

Cum. He made her cum so many damn times, it was absurd. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her fingers digging into the wood as she tried to steady herself against the onslaught. Her boobs were flat on the table. 

She was nude. She was free.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Tifa Lockhart was at the mercy of a twelve inch white cock. 

Cloud's breath was ragged, his chest heaving. An attractive blonde with a big cock and big balls, he was no doubt the best fit for Tifa. Oh, everyone might bitch and moan about it. Some may say he was too feminine. But the reality was that Tifa was interested in him.

And if Tifa was interested, then he had to be packing—and to say Cloud was carrying a Buster Sword was not an exaggeration. His cock was long, it was mean, it was thick, and it pummelled into her cunt. Athletic and tight as fuck, if this was any other man: first, their cock would be too small to satisfy her; second, they wouldn’t have the strength to move, much less thrust. The training Tifa had played a huge part in her physique and her pussy walls. So no, some random joe-shmo wouldn’t be able to fuck her.

Only Cloud.

"Tifa... I'm gonna cum soon... where do you want it?"

Only Cloud could cum inside.

Only Cloud could ask it.

"Inside…! Please…! I want to feel you fill me up..."

Only Cloud could receive acceptance. 

Outside the door, Johnny's heart sank at the words. He had been silently pleading for Cloud to pull out, to finish outside. The idea of Tifa being filled with Cloud's cum was almost to much to bear.

Barret glanced at Johnny, noticing the strained look on his face. "Ain't easy, listening to this, is it?"

Johnny pursed his lips, unable to find the words. He could only sit there, crouched and helpless, as the sounds of Tifa's pleasure continued to pour through the door.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum…!” That was Tifa, chanting as Cloud went harder and harder. Johnny bit his bottom lip. “G-gonna cummmm~!” 

“T-Tifa…!” Cloud grunted, hands on her bootycheeks. Firm and toned, they were perfect to grip. “Tifa…! Here it comes..."

Tifa's back arched sharply as she felt Cloud's cock twitch inside her. "Yesshh~! Yes…! Give it to me...!"

Johnny came in his pants. 

Cloud came into Tifa's waiting womb. 

What a difference. It was what separated a crush from a lover.

Even for the strong woman, the sensation was overwhelming, and Tifa let out a long, drawn-out moan of satisfaction. 

She loved it. The pumping, the way his balls clenched and emptied themselves…

The sighs of Cloud and Tifa's post-coital bliss filtered through the door. Johnny’s own balls had long emptied themselves. Meanwhile, Cloud was just starting to taper off. Ten seconds of cumshots to stain your pants versus one minute of cumshots inside your woman. 

Barret had never seen such a pathetic thing—and the big black had been dominated by Scarlet not long ago and had to have Cloud do his vengeance in his place. 

Johnny remained crouching. Barret remained standing. Ears pressed.

Both were lowkey waiting for a second round—

Johnny's stomach growled loudly, breaking the tension.

Barret glanced down at the redhead, his stained pants, and sighed. "Guess you need some breakfast. Come on, let's head to my place. I got some leftovers that'll fill you right up."

Johnny hesitated for a moment and hung his head. "Alright... thanks, Barret."

As they walked away from Cloud's apartment, the last sound they heard was Tifa's contented sigh as she whispered, "That was perfect, Cloud... absolutely perfect.”

‘Of course it was,’ Barret grumbled in his head. ‘Fucking white boys and their massive schlongs…’ 

***

“I can’t even put into words how obsessed I am with Tifa, I’m in love, every time I look at her it’s hard not to think about breeding her.”

Barret exhaled through his nose for what must have been the tenth time. He was already done eating, his plate empty. And Johnny? His plate was empty too, except for some reason, he was not leaving. Usually, if your acquaintance (not friend, by the way) saw your crush get railed by a massive cock, you weren’t expected to do anything more than offer food and some small talk and comfort.

“Just…good god, man.” Johnny closed his eyes, not noticing the annoyance on Barret’s face. “Her heavy tits, her wide hips, her thick thighs, her flat stomach, her narrow waist, her beautiful face…”

This dude Johnny was seriously too obsessed. It was one thing to appreciate Tifa. Maybe want to fuck her and all that. Imagine it, dream it, whatever.

But talking to someone about doing it? Come on, dude. Have some decorum!

Johnny continued anyway, “And I don’t even know where to look, her massive tits, her toned midriff, her back, I’m spoiled for choice here! She looks unbelievable!”

‘Please shut up already…’ 

“Do you mind if I stay here?” Johnny suddenly asked.

“Ha?”

“To listen! To Tifa! A-and Cloud, I guess, but Tifa. Ya know, just for…” Johnny trailed off.

Barret stared at him. “You sound like a damn stalker.”

Johnny hung his head. “I…just realized that.” His face lifted with confused optimism anyway. “B-but come on, man! Everybody jerks off to Tifa.”

“Okay, so what?”

“S-so—”

Yeah, no. Cloud and Tifa were his friends. He had to shut this down now. “That doesn’t mean you can intrude on her relationship with Cloud. I mean, if you think you can—go to that door, whip out your dick, and say that I’m going to fuck you better than Cloud ever did.” He waited. Johnny laughed nervously and looked at his empty plate. “Do it, come on.”

“T-that’s…”

“Then leave, dude. Leave Tifa and Cloud alone. If you hear them, then you hear them. If you don’t, then leave them. Tifa is not yours. She’s Cloud’s.”

***

All’s well that ends well. Johnny left not long after Barret’s advice. It was not a threat, it was simple advice and the guy took it. He understood that he was acting like a creep, not a cuck. Trust me, one was exponentially worse than the other. 

‘Lesson to everyone: don’t let your infatuation toward a lady compromise your morals.’ 

Barret thought those words into existence as he opened his door.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Barret.”

And once again, there was somebody right outside. This was even more coincidental than the last one.

“Yuffie,” Barret acknowledged. “The hell are you doing here?”

“Reeemember~!” Yuffie teased. “Our little deal~!”

“Ah, shit. Tifa has to go to work in your place.” Barret nodded along. “I guess I’ll join you.”

Barret knocked on the door of the room. They waited, they waited…

“Sorry about that.”

The door swung open, and there stood Cloud. He was clad only in a towel, his lean sculpted body on full display. Not too many muscles but enough to deduce that he did indeed go to the gym and train extensively.

But what truly demanded attention was the impressive bulge visible through the towel's fabric. 

Barret sucked in a breath. ‘I. Hate. White. Cocks.’ 

That thing was damn long. Like a snake, it went halfway down his thighs. Bigger than Barret was while hard. He hated seeing that damn bulge.

Yuffie did not. She whistled, eyes flickering from his bulge to his face and commenting, “Nice to see ya, big boy.”

Cloud stood at a modest height, his five-foot-seven frame dwarfed by Barret's towering stature. Yet, the size difference did not detract from Cloud's undeniable allure. His calm and collected demeanor and cock more than made up for his cock. Women always went on and on about height and how it was vital to feeling safe.

Well, Cloud’s cock was more than enough to make for that. 

Cloud, as usual, gave no reaction. His stoic demeanor remained unshaken as he adjusted the towel around his waist. “What’s up?”

Then, from behind Cloud, came the sound of hurried footsteps. Before anyone could react, Tifa appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and matching panties, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had clearly rushed out of the bedroom, not expecting an audience, her wide eyes locking onto Barret’s immediately.

“O-oh, it’s you guys!” Tifa stammered, her voice high-pitched as she yelped and darted behind Cloud. “I-I thought it was mail or something.”

“Sorry,” Cloud said, suppressing a laugh. 

Yuffie’s laughter rang out, her hands on her hips as she watched Tifa desperately try to use Cloud as cover. “Oh, come on, Tifa. Don’t act all shy now! You promised, remember? You gotta take my shift at the Materia Shop today! It’s gonna be some serious heavy lifting!” Yuffie leaned forward, her grin widening as she waggled her eyebrows. “Besides, you look great. The owner’s gonna love you.”

Tifa groaned, her face burning red as she peeked around Cloud’s arm. “I know, I know… Just—give me a couple minutes to get dressed, alright?”

Barret let out a deep sigh, shaking his head as he rubbed his temples. “Hell, if we’re doin’ this, might as well let me join in too. I ain’t no pretty girl, but I can move some of that heavy crap for ya.”

Tifa, still hidden behind Cloud, gave a sigh and shook her head. "Thanks, Barret but—"

"I'm sure there's plenty of heavy lifting at the shop!" Yuffie interjected. "You can go!"

"Hey, I'm plenty strong!" Tifa exclaimed. 

“Yeah, that works,” Cloud said. “I’ve got training to do today, so it’s good to know you’ll be watching her back.”

Barret gave Cloud a look, then scoffed. "Watch her back? More like I’ll be movin' all the crap Yuffie’s too lazy to move herself."

Yuffie shot him a playful glare. “Hey, I’m the dealer here! I pick and choose! The owner hires pretty girls so Tifa’s perfect for that! But Tifa also needs a babysitter and you're perfect for that.”

Barret shook his head. "Fine, fine."

He had nothing better to do anyway.

***

Two hours had passed since Barret and Tifa started working together at the Materia shop. The work was easy enough, not the heavy lifting Barret had expected—most of their time was spent behind the cash register, dealing with a steady trickle of customers. It wasn’t anything Barret couldn’t handle, but he hadn’t worked retail in a while, and Tifa was clearly in her element.

“So,” Barret said, leaning on the counter and glancing over at Tifa, who was expertly bagging a customer’s items, “when Yuffie said heavy liftin’, I thought she meant actual work. Not standing around taking folks’ gil.”

Tifa chuckled, handing the customer their bag with a smile. “Yeah, well, that’s Yuffie for you. I think her definition of ‘work’ is a little different than ours.”

Barret snorted. “Lazy ass. I bet she’s loungin’ at the beach right now, sippin’ on something fruity while we’re in here countin’ change.”

Tifa laughed softly as the next customer stepped forward. “Wouldn’t surprise me. She’s good at talking her way out of things like this. But honestly, this isn’t too bad. Plus, it’s kinda fun seeing how people shop for Materia.”

"Fun?” Barret raised an eyebrow. “You got a weird idea of fun, Tifa. People arguing over which Fire Materia’s better ain’t my idea of a good time.”

Tifa shot him a grin as she rang up another sale. “Come on, you’re good at this. You’ve got the charm to keep people coming back. Just need to smile a little more.”

Barret gave a grunt, crossing his arms. “Yeah, ‘cause people come in here just for my smile.”

After a few more minutes, Tifa glanced at the clock on the wall, her brow furrowing slightly. "I should go check something in the back. Be right back, okay?"

"Sure, take your time," Barret said, figuring she needed to handle some inventory or maybe just get a break from the front.

Tifa disappeared into the back room, and Barret busied himself with organizing the register and keeping an eye on the door. A few customers wandered in and out, but nothing too taxing. It was a peaceful, slow day at the shop, just as he liked it.

When Tifa returned a few minutes later, something was different.

She emerged from the back with a certain... air about her. Her movements were slower, more deliberate, and she had not moved from the doorway between the back and the cash area. Her eyes had softened, her usual sharp focus giving way to a gaze that seemed almost—distracted. 

Tifa was far away but…

His balls tightened. 

You know that feeling when your crush is super, duper hot and your dick reacts?

“Barret~”

And then she calls your name? 

Oh my god, was this really happening? Like a soldier, he stood at attention. Yes, Barret was fully fucking hard, his pants stretching. Tifa didn’t seem to notice—or if she did, she ignored it to keep her smile.

Her hands were behind her. Her boobs were looking fresh and tight in that white top. 

Here was the thing with Tifa Lockhart. When she looked at you like that, you nut. So Barret getting hard here was not an embarrassing thing. In fact, it was the opposite: it was the impressive that he was only erect and not nutting already. 

“Me and Cloud are going to be, well…” Tifa giggled. “I’ll be going on break. Could you watch the store for me?”

“But, uhh…” Throb, throb, throb. Barret would go to war for this chick. He would, honestly. His throbbing cock proved that. He only responded because he wanted to keep seeing her. “Ah, ahem, d-didn’t Yuffie say the owner wants an attractive woman here?”

Tifa laughed and put a finger to her lips. "Keep it a secret, will you?”

Okay, Barret was not just rock-fucking hard, he was on the cusp of nutting. His balls were tightening way too much, almost too the point of receding entirely. For Tifa, honestly, to see and hear her this close…

“Please?”

Tifa cocked her head to the side, smiling. 

Fuck, it was worth it. 

“Y-y-yeah,” Barret stammered out while staining his pants. Yep, he came—and he was fucking proud of it. Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! Yeah, keep it coming. Empty yourself. Just do it, Barret instructed himself. 

Tifa seemed to take notice of the mess in his pants, the twitch and wetness spreading across his crotch, and just smiled. Turning, her skirt came up—and he could see the curve of her ass. No panties. No shorts. Nothing underneath.

It was classic Tifa except subtly slutty.

“Tifa?”

Barret wasn’t sure what came over him. His cock was still writhing in his pants, still making Barret look like an idiot.

Tifa peered over her shoulder, saw his cock, and giggled. She probably wanted to say more than that but out of respect for their friendship she stayed quiet. What a good girl—

“Yeah?” Another small tilt of the head. 

'Yeah, just milk that last bit.'

Spurt, spurt, spurt!

Barret really was glad she didn't comment. If she did, he never would have been able to look her in the eye ever again. Nutting and not acknowledging it was better. Tifa was the perfect girl. Kind, motherly, hot, slutty, and just…delightful to be around.

“...just wanted to say that you do good work. You deserve a break.”

Tifa blinked, then softened and looked at the floor. That smile, it was an appreciation for what was to come.

For the BWC that was about to rail her senseless.  “Thank you, Barret.”

Tifa disappeared into the back area. Barret’s cock finally calmed down. His balls were officially empty. 

“Cloud is a big dude. Be sure to drain his balls.”

That was what Barret wanted to say but couldn’t. 

***

He heard a sound. A door opening and closing. But it wasn’t the front. That meant…

“Tifa is back,” Barret muttered.

Watch them.

Do it.

Come on, Barret, she already knows you came in your pants. What more do you have to lose? 

“I told Johnny to leave them alone but…”

Goddammit, he wanted to look. He wanted to see. Tifa…Tifa went out to find Cloud in all probability. To get fucked by him. And if she was back, well…

“Ngghh~!”

Yep, he stood correct. They were fucking. “Knew it." A sigh. "Was this what she wanted the whole time? To bring him here? Or did things get so heated that she just to bring Cloud? That she had to keep getting dicked down?"

Didn't matter. Cloud was here. Him and that massive, terrifying, heart-breaking white schlong.

It was the afternoon now. It wasn’t very busy because in Costa del Sol, the afternoon was reserved for beach time. 

So…if there were no customers and Cloud and Tifa were here…

‘I did say if they were around, you can listen…’ 

Barret heard something again. Glancing at the front door of the shop one last time, he left.  He went to the backroom, which was huge in size with aisles and a relaxation room too. Barret took seven steps forward before he froze in his tracks.

The door to the relaxation room was completely open—and there stood Cloud.  He was naked from the waist down, his legs sculpted and toned, and from his crotch was a massive, throbbing cock. It was a true monster of a shaft – long, thick, and veined, easily twelve inches of hard white cock flesh. 

But that wasn't all that surprised Barret. It was the sight of Tifa, kneeling before Cloud, her full lips wrapped around the gigantic cock’s crown that made his own dick stir in his pants. She still wore her classic black skirt and white top. Difference was, without panties, he could see her pussy dripping wet.

Wow. 

God must have blessed Barret with this porn-like angle of the situation.

A black-haired beauty with big titties and a body that could make a priest pray for sin was going deeper; trying to take Cloud's cock deep down her throat. Her eyes, full of lust and devotion, never left Cloud's as she went deeper.

Five inches, seven inches…

‘She’s taking it down so fast…!’ 

Of course she did, she was Tifa. On top of that, well, she must have been doing this for hours last night. So logic dictated that it made sense.

But still, to see this beauty and her glorious lips be stretched that wide…

“Fuck.”

Tifa’s nose touched his pelvis. Cloud’s cock was gone. All evidence of its existence lay in Tifa’s bulging throat. 

Barret did not dare to take a single step forward. He kept peeking from this corner like an assassin. 

Tifa started moving. Smack! Smack! Smack! Barret winced. She was going up and down eight inches with ease. Eight inches meant nothing to her throat. 

Cloud's hands were entwined in her hair, guiding her motions. He could have gone harder. He didn’t. He was being kind. 

Barret couldn't tear his eyes away. Jealousy, arousal, and a wish. A wish to keep seeing this incredible couple fuck. 

As if sensing Barret's presence, Tifa pulled away from Cloud's dick—extracting all those insane inches—a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his cock. Barret hated that eight inch mark. Always, she made it look so effortless.

Tifa looked up at Cloud and purred, "So, Cloud. What’s it gonna be? Me? Or training?”

Wow.

‘Don’t be a dumbass, Cloud. Do it!’ 

Yep, Barret was rooting for them. Honestly, at this point, he was like their cheerleader. Whenever they fucked, Barret always seemed to be around to watch or listen to it. Like destiny was dictating that he watch and cheer them on.

Cloud said nothing, but a devilish smirk played on his lips. He gestured towards a chair in the corner of the relaxation room, and Tifa obediently went to it, knees on the chair and arms hugging the chair headboard.

Barret took two steps forward and hid behind the shelf ahead. Cloud didn’t notice the heavy, bulky man due to a certain ass.

Tifa’s toned ass was parked for him. Her dripping wet pussy was offered to Cloud. Dripping onto the chair with a lovely smile graced on the lips of the lady. 

No man in their right mind would ignore a pussy like Tifa’s for some random noise. No way. 

Cloud stepped up behind her, his cock gleaming with her saliva, and positioned himself at her entrance.

Without warning, he thrust forward, impaling Tifa's pussy with his thick shaft. Cloud grasped her hips tightly, his long, strong cock disappearing into her dark-haired muff with each forceful thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" Tifa was not quiet about it. If a customer were here, they might have heard. "Your c-cock feels so good, Cloud!”

“Like always?”

She gasped. Too big, too big! Her pussylips were getting stretched—despite this spending a whole night getting railed by this thing. Cloud’s cock was just too good and deep. “Y-yes! Yes, like always! It’s always so big~! S-so bigg…!”

She whimpered. 

All that strength and it meant nothing when a big ol’ cock was inside her. Parked to her womb, kissing her not on the lips but somewhere deeper—somewhere deeper. 

Cloud needed no further encouragement. He began to piston in and out of her with fierce intensity, his balls slapping against her ass with each retreat. The chair rocked back and forth. Not only could it withstand his thrusts—

“Oh~! Ohhh~! Ohhh~! Ngghhh~!” 

But it was like the chair was created for the sole purpose of this fuck. See, Tifa's big titties swayed and sat right on the top of the chair. She hugged the headboard of the chair tightly, trying to find purchase as her body was ravaged by Cloud's monstrous cock.

“Ngghhh~! G-gonna cum~!”

The first of many, for sure.

Barret watched, his own cock straining against his pants. As always. Cloud's endurance was superhuman, and his cock showed no signs of stopping. Unlike Barret's smaller dick, which would have already exploded by now, Cloud's meat bashed on and fucked her pussy.

As the intensity of their fucking increased, Barret noticed something glistening on Cloud's throbbing shaft – a condom. It was stretched tight over his length, and Barret could see the outline of his veiny cock through the thin latex. The realization struck him – when Tifa was sucking his dick…

‘She wasn’t sucking at all! She was rolling a condom on!’ 

Tifa's moans and cries mixed with the wet, sloppy sounds of their fucking. Barret watched, transfixed, as Cloud's cock disappeared into Tifa's slick hole over and over again. He noticed the way Tifa's body trembled, her pussylips clenching around Cloud's shaft, and he knew she was close to her…

‘Tenth? Twelfth?’ 

“T-thirttyyy~! Cloud, you already made cum so many timeessss~!” 

Right, well, Tifa was counting for him. Great, just great.

And then, it happened. Cloud's thrusts became more erratic, and he let out a low, animalistic growl. “Cumming!” He unleashed a torrent of cum into the condom. Tifa shrieked, her body shaking uncontrollably as she reached her own orgasm. 

“Me toooo~! Me TOOOOO~!”

Cloud's cock pulsed and throbbed, filling the condom to its limit, and Barret could imagine it ballooning with the sheer volume of Cloud's release.

Cloud remained still for a moment, his cock embedded deep inside Tifa's well-fucked hole. “Phew.” Cloud withdrew his cock, the condom now a cum-filled balloon. 

‘Fucking hell…’ 

If Barret wanted to fill it up like Cloud…well, it would have taken him a good week. That was the type of superiority he was talking about here. The condom was comparable to the man’s fist-sized testicles. 

Cloud removed the used condom and gently placed it down. His cock was still hard as steel, showing no signs of slowing down. And Tifa? She was hugging the chair, her boobs hanging off. Not bare but still in that iconic white top she was known for. 

In other words, this was only the beginning. 

Barret's snorted as he watched Cloud rip open another XXXXL condom and roll it onto his shaft. 'XXXXL!? I've never even heard of that size!' And yet...as expected of the pretty boy. His cock was so big that it not only boggled the mind but surpassed the logics of someone like Barret.

The condom was stretched out and tight and gave his member a paler touch. That much cock obviously could not be easily fitted, even with the biggest condom on the market. Cloud positioned himself behind Tifa once more, and with a gentle but firm push, he entered her again. Condom or not, the feeling was the same.

The feeling of a big, white cock.

The feeling of a real stud.

Tifa gasped, her body still sensitive from her previous climax, but she quickly adjusted to Cloud's immense cock.

“Mmmmm…!” 

‘I bet she’s so tight.’ 

Those abs were housing innards that would have made any man nut immediately—except Cloud. Cloud was the exception.

"God, your pussy feels so good, Tifa," Cloud murmured, his voice calm and collected despite the intense sensations. "I could fuck you forever."

And fuck her he did. Cloud fucked her steadily. Pounding into Tifa's wet cunt not like a jackhammer but as though he was doing this casually. He grunted and sighed. 

Tifa’s eyes rolled back. Her moans were quiet but she too was loving this. 

As much as Barret wanted to whip his cock out and jerk off to this white couple…

Ding! 

Barret heard the bell above the shop door jingle, signaling a customer's arrival. With a sigh, he tore himself away from the erotic scene, making his way to the front of the store. A customer, oblivious to the passionate encounter taking place in the back room, browsed the shelves, their headphones drowning out the sounds of pleasure.

“Hey there, mate.”

“Hey,” Barret greeted curtly. 

Barret tended to the customer. He could still hear Tifa's moans and Cloud's grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the wet, juicy sounds of their fucking. It was both a torture and a pleasure to be so close yet unable to join in.

The customer tossed a chocolate bar.

“C-cock~! I love cockk~!”

The customer blinked and adjusted their headphones. “Did you…?”

Say something? Hell no! That was the annoying white couple in the backroom—which he couldn’t tell him. 

“No, no.” Barret gestured fast and, to his fortune, the headphones returned to their place. The customer remained oblivious. 

“Clouuuud~!”

Another look up. Barret shook his head. The customer nodded, took the chocolate bar, and left. 

A figment of their imagination or maybe their headphones were glitching.

How lucky.

The second the customer left, Barret returned to his post at the back of the store, just in time to see Cloud, his massive cock still encased in latex, pulling Tifa up to her feet. He shoved her against the wall, spreading her legs wide, and entered her from behind once more. 

Tifa’s legs wrapped around his legs. Yes, despite facing away, her legs locked around him. It was…a peculiar sight. From Barret’s view, all he could see was Cloud’s pale butt, his ballsack, and Tifa’s quivering figure as Cloud's cock drilled into her wet hole.

It was only a backside view and yet…

“Cummiingg~! Cmmshhkkiinnng~!” 

Barret could see the pleasure on their faces, the sheer, unadulterated bliss as they lost themselves in the raw, primal act of fucking.

Cloud went harder—and suddenly, Tifa’s remarks stopped. She was kissing the wall. In favour of words, they went primal. This wasn’t love. This was mating. Cloud’s hips thrust like a soldier on a mission. Tifa’s legs stayed locked like a ballerina. 

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Cloud unleashed another massive load into the condom. Tifa shook again as she experienced yet another earth-shattering orgasm. Cloud held himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he marked her pussy with his seed.

Or at least tried to. That damn condom was in the way. 

Cloud withdrew, his cock glistening and wet, the condom once again a swollen balloon filled with his cum. Tifa’s feet touched the floro again and she stayed there, booty cheeks slick and wet. 

That skirt of hers finally fell to the floor. Tifa turned, pussy exposed, and shared a passionate kiss with her love. Their tongues tangled and Cloud’s cock lay between her thicc thighs.

‘So that's why she bought all those condoms.’

So that they could keep fucking without letting anyone know. Damn.

Ding! 

“Another customer,” Barret grumbled.

Gotta go.

Gotta keep covering for this stupid, gorgeous white couple. 

…

…

…

…

‘She said a fucking break, not an hour lunch.’

Barret's massive frame loomed over the counter, his thick fingers drumming impatiently on the wooden surface. In the evening, the Materia Store wasn’t exactly bustling, but he had work to do—stocking shelves, checking inventory, and dealing with the occasional customer. 

Yet, his mind was elsewhere, pulled toward the sounds coming from the back room.

He sighed, the sound deep and resentful, as another moan escaped Tifa's lips. He could hear her, muffled but unmistakably hers, through the thin walls. 

“You fuckers better thank me. If it wasn’t for those speakers and the music I’m playing, everybody in the block would be running over to listen.”

The music blaring from the speakers was supposed to drown it out—and it did. But in Barret’s case, on some occasions, it only seemed to emphasize the rhythmic thumping and gasping. Barret clenched his jaw, his eight-inch cock twitching in his pants as he imagined what was happening just a few feet away.

He sighed, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep it off.

It was impossible.

In the relaxation room, located in the left side of the back area, Cloud was buried inside Tifa, his twelve-inch white cock pistoning in and out of her tight pussy. Standing, palms on the wall, her big tits swaying with each thrust, her face contorted in pleasure despite her efforts to stay quiet. Cloud’s hips slapped against her ass, the sound echoing off the walls as he drove into her again and again.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“Cloud, Cloud, Clouuuud~!”

“You love it~!”

“Sooo muchhhh~! Shooo biiigggg~!”

“Remember when we were kids? Do you know why I was a social outcast?”

Thrust, thrust, thrust! He had been wanting to say this for a long, long time. Tifa gasped, eyes shut. “W-why?”

“Because!”

Thrust!

Tifa went wide-eyed.

“My!”

Tifa’s tongue lolled out.

“Cock! 

Drool fell out.

“Was!”

Tifa came.

“Bigger!”

It was the biggest. It would always be the biggest. 

Tifa’s holes would never forget it either.  

Back at the counter, Barret swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t help but peek. He couldn’t see from here, he would go where he usually did behind the shelf and peak.

But he imagined. Cloud’s cock was a gleaming beacon of white flesh, disappearing and reappearing from between Tifa’s legs as he fucked her relentlessly. Barret’s own cock ached, straining against his pants as he just…

Imagined. 

"Fuck... Tifa... you feel so fucking good," Cloud growled, his voice low and guttural. "So tight... so wet..."

Tifa’s head lolled forward, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clamped down on Cloud’s cock. Cloud grunted, his balls tightening, climax building. 

Did he even have a condom anymore? 

Barret’s hand drifted to his crotch, rubbing absently as he watched. He couldn’t stop listening. Even though just imagining Cloud’s massive cock inside Tifa made his stomach twist with envy. It was humiliating, really, how inadequate he felt compared to Cloud. His own cock, though respectable by most standards, paled in comparison to Cloud’s towering member. And here he was, reduced to watching from the sidelines while Cloud got all the action.

No, just that. He was protecting them from being caught. 

"Cum for me, Cloud~! Clouuuud~! Fill me up~! Fill meee~!” Tifa whimpered, her voice breaking as she came again, her pussy pulsing around his dick.

Cloud’s body tensed, his jaw clenching. “You want it?”

“Yes! Yes~! Please…!” 

“Here it is!”

Oh yeah, there was definitely no condom here. Cloud’s balls made a meaty thwack as they smacked her into booty. His cock throbbed, spilling its hot seed into her waiting womb. Tifa groaned, her body shuddering as she felt him fill her, her pussy overflowing with his cum.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

‘Holy fuck. Just how much—?’

Barret’s breath hitched and he whipped his head back. He could hear the drips, the overflowing cum from her hole. His own cock throbbed as he imagined being the one buried inside her. He wanted to fuck her so badly, to feel her tight pussy around his dick, to hear her scream his name instead of Cloud’s. But it was never going to happen. Not with Cloud around.

Dripdripdripdrip—! 

Cloud was pulling out. The more he did, the more that overflowed.

Yep, definitely no condom. Either that or the condom broke. Didn’t matter because Tifa was panting and covered in sweat.

Her pussy was full. That should have been the end of that—

“Mmmmmpphh~!”

A hole was getting stretched. Huh. Wait, what? No, not just that—

“C-Cloud~! Nnggh, yes, that’s it~! Stretch my asshole…! I love ittt~!”

Barret slowly got up and crept over. He peeked over.

Confirmation. Yes, Cloud Strife’s twelve inch cock was currently stuffing itself in her asshole. No hole was going to be left unturned by this white boy. He was making sure on the tiniest chance that Tifa left him that the man after would not be able to fuck her.

Honestly, the pussy alone was enough. 

‘Look at that smile…!’ 

Delirious, insane, and fucking happy. Barret had the perfect side view. The curve of her ass to Cloud going inside her inch by inch. All that cock was going inside this woman.

She could take it too. If there was a multiple-choice question asking who could take a twelve inch cock, the answer would always be Tifa. She had the tits, the abs, the ass, and the pussy. 

CLAP!

Yep. She most certainly did.

Her booty cheeks jiggled like jello. Cloud had fucked her so much that the toned muscles were becoming softer.

Wow. Seriously, wow.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

“Yes, yes, yes~! Yeshhh, yesshhh, yesshhhhhh~! YESSHHH~! YOU FEEL SO GOOOD~! SHOO GOOOODDD~! TSHHOO GOOOD~!” 

Slurring words.

Eyes that were rolling back.

This wasn’t one orgasm, this was a chain. Four or five or ten climaxes crashing into her systems at once and making her submit. Her pussy had long been fucked. Her asshole was the only thing left.

The rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh grew louder, punctuated by Tifa’s breathless cries. "Yes, Cloud! Fuck me harder!" Her voice was hoarse from countless orgasms, yet she begged for more. Barret’s heart pounded in his chest, jealousy gnawing at him as he imagined Cloud’s hands gripping her ass and making that asshole his. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. With a sigh, Barret unzipped his pants and freed his aching erection. He stroked himself slowly, remembering the sight of Tifa’s flushed cheeks, her eyes half-lidded with ecstasy. The smell of sex wafted through the air, mingling with the sterile scent of the materia crystals displayed on the shelves. 

“YESSSH~! CLOUUUD~! FUCK MY ASSS~! DO ITTTT~!”

He was seeing it all. He was seeing how good Cloud fucked her. Tifa, the prized jewel of Seventh Heaven. 

All those people that tried peeking up her skirt, all those men that leered at her…

Well, guess what? That ass was getting smacked! That skirt was left behind like it meant nothing!

Barret jerked himself faster and faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He listened to Tifa’s moans intensify. Pre-cum oozed out.

"Oh God, Cloud! I’m gonna cum again!" Tifa’s voice cracked with desperation. Barret’s hand flew over his dick, his thumb brushing over the sensitive tip as he imagined it was Tifa’s wet folds enveloping him. That ass of hers, so toned and trained, getting fucked by his black cock.

But that was not reality. 

From the relaxation room, it was Cloud. Cloud and his BWC. "Cum for me, Tifa. Show me how much you love my cock." 

Barret’s jaw clenched as he witnessed Cloud’s white cock buried deep inside Tifa’s asshole, pulsing with each thrust. His balls were making a noise—or was he imagining it? Barret could almost feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the slick sound of Tifa’s asshole tightening around his thick schlong.

“I CAN FEEL IT~! I CAN FEEL IT SHOO DEEEP!I LOVE IT SHOOO MUUUCCH~!” 

She came violently around Cloud’s cock. He didn’t need to fuck her pussy to make her cum, to make that hole react. Cloud was so big and heavy that Tifa could feel his cock in her pussy. 

Barret’s own release was imminent, his balls tightening as he jerked himself furiously.

“CUMMM! INSIDEE~! CUM INSIIIDEEE~!” 

Barret’s cock twitched involuntarily, his mind racing with the image of Cloud’s thick load flooding Tifa’s tight asshole. After this, there was no going back. Cloud would take everything. 

All of Tifa’s holes would be conquered. Painted in his seed. She would officially be Cloud’s slut. 

CLAP!

He was fully sheathed in, balls-deep. Cloud asked calmly, “Are you sure?”

Tifa whimpered, gasping for air, then shrieked out, "YES, YES! DO IT, CLOUD! MAKE ME YOURS!"

He looked away. 

This was almost like seeing someone die. 

“Here it is.”

Barret’s heart ached as he imagined Cloud’s cock swelling, the head pressing against the deepest part of her ass as he prepared to flood her womb. He could almost hear the squelching sound of Cloud’s cum filling her, the way her body would tremble with the force of his release.

"Ahhh...fuck!" Cloud grunted, cumming inside Tifa’s ass. Those cumshots were squelching and like gunshots. Tifa was gasping repeatedly. She couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t. She couldn’t speak. She could only gasp and breath and feel.

Barret looked again. He came. 

Tifa’s eyes were rolled back. She could handle it but in a good way.

Fucking hell. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his cock. He could hear Tifa’s soft gasps as if she were chanting, her asshole milking Cloud’s cock for every last drop. 

But at some point, Cloud had to stop. Drip, drip, drip. Gooey cum fell from her hole. 

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of Cloud’s heavy breathing and Tifa’s satisfied sighs. Barret closed his eyes, picturing the scene in his mind—Cloud’s softening cock slipping out of Tifa, leaving her drenched and glowing with arousal.

“...I want to go again.”

‘Oh my fucking—again Cloud!?’

Of course, of course! Cloud Strife did not go soft. He was not like a mortal like Barret who had to clean up his own mess and then go back to tending to customers because his cock was dead soft. 

***

Three hours. Three fucking hours.

Three hours had passed since he'd first heard the moans and cries emanating from the back of the materia shop he was minding for his friend. Three hours of intense, unabashed fucking that had left him aching with need.

They weren’t in the relaxation room anymore. They were in the alleyway. Obviously, cumming without condoms in a store meant creating a mess. Better to make the mess outside than inside. 

So yeah. That was his current situation. It was almost night and…

“It’s time to close.”

Tifa said it was a break.

Yet here he was, about to close shop. He closed the front door, he organized everything, cleaned up Cloud’s cum with a wet mop, and sprayed disinfectant. 

“Yuffie and Tifa better appreciate all the shit I do…” Barret grumbled.

Time to go outside and throw out the trash. 

Time to see what the white couple were up to. 

Barret opened the door leading outside and—

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

God fucking dammit. 

In the night, in the shadow of the alleyway were Tifa and Cloud. To Barret’s left was the dumpster and to the right was Cloud and Tifa.

They were looking at each other as if they were the world. Both were nude. Both were without dignity. Tifa’s big boobs were pressed to Cloud’s bare chest and Barret eyed that little part for too long.

The squish of her pink nipples and white flesh…

Okay, who could blame it? Having tits up against your tits was awesome.  

Cloud was thrusting. Up, up, up, up, up, with Tifa’s legs locked around him.

Cloud’s strong arms gripped Tifa's slender waist, dragging her up and down. Tifa’s soaking wet pussy and made a mess of the floor below. Cloud’s balls, heavy and full, slapped against her ass, the sound echoing off the alley walls. 

Despite having fucked for almost half a day now, Cloud showed no signs of stopping.

‘Fucking white boys.’ 

Barret stood in the doorway, unnoticed in the darkness. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Cloud's enormous cock. Standing and fucking in this position meant not all of it could go inside. This wasn’t pure rutting; this was romance.

Another reason—no, the main reason why Cloud and Tifa hadn’t noticed him was because they were furiously making out. Tongues were intertwining, saliva falling and splashing. 

Barret could see their tongues. They wanted to look at each other. They wanted to fuck each other. They wanted to kiss each other.

They wanted to have their cake and eat it—and they were doing it successfully. 

The BWC pistoning into Tifa’s cunt repeatedly was a damn stark contrast to his own eight inches, which strained against the confines of his pants. He felt a surge of jealousy mixed with longing as he imagined himself in Cloud's place, plunging deep into Tifa's willing hole. The thought of her tight, wet pussy squeezing his cock, milking him dry, sent a shudder through his body.

But these were dreams.

Barret could take his own advice. He knew Tifa wasn’t interested in him. He got that. He did! He understood his lesson!

‘Seriously, I do!’ 

So why was God still subjecting him to this damn couple? Because why not!?

‘Like come on, big guy. I get it! BWC is awesome! Just stop making me see this, man!” 

Cloud's thrusts became more frenzied. In Barret’s left hand was the garbage bag. He did not dare move though. He did not dare to throw it into the dumpster.

Not yet.

Again, like he advised Johnny, if Cloud and Tifa are around…

‘Just sit and watch.’ 

This was better than any pornography magazine in the world. Tifa was hotter than any prostitute or whore and Cloud was more hung than any profession. He watched as Cloud's hips pistoned back and forth, his thick cock disappearing into Tifa's eager pussy, the sounds of their fucking filling the alleyway.

“Gonna cum…!”

Their lips finally parted. Now it was only the eyes and cock and pussy.

“Do it,” Tifa exhaled. “Inside.”

With a final, powerful kiss, Cloud buried himself balls-deep inside Tifa. “Mmmmm!”

Both kissed. 

Both tensed up. 

Pump, pump, pump.

Watching the BWC at work and filling her womb up was…an experience. It was certainly different than what he could do. More intense, longer, and made his cock MUCH bigger.

Cloud held Tifa tight, his face contorted in pleasure as he rode out his orgasm, his balls pumping a generous offering into her willing hole.

Both shook.

Tifa gasped and her head tilted back to hit the wall. Drool fell from the corner of her lips. Her eyes were rolled back. Cloud exhaled one last as his last spurt of cum spilled into her, then fell into her breasts.

They kept shaking and trembling, all while connected and remaining together. 

As their bodies slowly stopped shaking, Cloud lowered Tifa to the ground, his cock finally slipping out of her with a lewd popping sound. Tifa staggered slightly, her legs weak from the intense fucking she'd just endured. 

Squelch! Squelch! Her cunt and asshole poured out massive globs of cum. Tifa’s shaking was honestly insane to see. This woman had trained for years and was arguably the greatest female martial artist in the world.

“You okay?”

“M-ma…” She gasped and her back hit the wall for support. She managed a smile and a thumbs-up. “I-I’m okay.”

Legs spread and quivering, three thick plops of cum fell from her.

The big balls responsible swayed.

'Just...wow.'

Cloud’s cock was semi-erect. He laughed at her sorry state and gestured to sit down. Tifa did so and sighed. Shoulder by shoulder, Cloud whispered something in her ear that made her giggle and blush. 

Ah. They might have been animals in bed but they did like each other. Seeing this…Barret felt like an intruder on their passionate tryst.

Time to go.

‘I don’t mind seeing the sex but the words after?’ 

That was wrong.

That was why he told Johnny off. Because as pretty and amazing as they were, they deserved their privacy and dignity. 

Barret left. As for the garbage bag…

‘I can do that later.’ 

***

The sound of Tifa's footsteps approaching snapped him back to reality. Steeling himself, he turned to face her, his expression carefully neutral, determined to keep the burning desire within him hidden.

Tifa, her face flushed, approached Barret slowly and weakly. "H-hey, Barret.” She looked guilty. "Did you, um, manage everything right?”

Barret looked away from her, palm cupping his cheek. He was seated and looking at the doorbell, which was pointless since he already closed up shop. “Yeah.”

“Er…I didn't take too long, did I?”

“Tifa, it’s night.”

“S-sorry.”

Barret sighed. How could he yell at her when her smile was so pretty? How could he possibly berate her when he jerked off to her getting fucked? 

“It’s alright. Just go.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She didn't even notice that he had changed his pants. Hell, Barret figured she didn't even remember Barret's boner or that he came when she seductively approached him.

“Phew. Good.” Tifa placed a hand on her chest. “Gonna go back to Cloud’s place.”

‘I have to get my pussy railed by a big white cock!’ The voice in Barret’s mocked Tifa's voice, except the mocking didn't help with his own psyche. ‘Fucking hell…I hate BWCs for a reason. Always fucking things up.’

“And Barret?” Tifa bowed—and her boobs jiggled. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Was the bow the best part of it, the jiggle, or her words?

Probably the jiggle, especially when she stood up straight and flashed him a smile.

Tifa turned and skipped to the outside door, her skirt flinging up, her ass definitely ready for another pounding. 

‘Wait, what—?’

The door opened. Her skirt went way high up and her legs, in motion, exposed her pussy. Cum flung out. 

Barret stared after her, jaw dropped. Tifa Lockhart disappeared into the night.

“Ah.”

He couldn’t believe she would flaunt herself and her cunt so openly.

Or…wait? Did she just forget?

Probably just forget. Well, at least he got two things out of this: a nice jerk-off session and a nice view of her pussy. 

The men of Costa del Sol were probably rolling in bed.

***

Barret lay sprawled on his bed, the day’s events still lingering in his mind. His eyes stared at the ceiling, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The faint sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the shore filtered through his open window, but they did little to calm his nerves. Costa del Sol was beautiful, sure, but Barret found little peace in it tonight.

"White boys…" he muttered under his breath, grumbling as his thoughts drifted back to the earlier events at the Materia shop. It wasn’t so much that he had been left to run the place for the day—he could handle that—but the whole situation with Cloud and Tifa... 

He scoffed. 

Upon retrospect, that was super humiliating. It was like post-nut clarity smacking his face a thousand times. Have some decorum! Some damn pride! You were acting like Johnny! 

Almost. 

Actually, nah, Johnny would have weirder about it. 

Regardless! He was like a damn cuck! That was the point! That was what post-nut clarity was telling him. 

‘Course the pretty boys with the big cocks get the girls. And then there's me, workin' the register like some damn clerk.’

He rolled over, pressing his face into the pillow. “Please, whatever god is out there, please don’t make me see them fuck ever again. I was taught my lesson. I was arrogant that one time on the beach and whatever other universe. Please, just…enough…” 

Just as he was about to drift off, the sound of something rustling caught his attention. Barret sat up, glancing toward the window.

It swung open.

Before he could reach for his gun arm, a female figure slipped into the room with the quiet grace of a shadow. The faint moonlight from outside spilled into the room, illuminating the small figure as she hopped down lightly from the window sill.

“Yuffie?” Barret grumbled, sitting up fully now, more annoyed than surprised. “The hell you doin’ sneakin’ into my room like that?”

Yuffie straightened up, a playful smirk on her lips. She approached the bed, her movements nice and slow. “I wanted to thank you,” Yuffie said, as though sneaking into his room in the middle of the night was the most natural thing in the world.

Barret raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Thank me? For what?”

Yuffie stopped at the edge of the bed. She seemed...surprised, but then smiled again. “For handling the shop today. And for giving Tifa and Cloud a little space, you know?”

Barret grunted, still not entirely sure where this was going. "Yeah, well, someone had to do it, and they sure as hell weren’t gonna do it themselves."

Yuffie chuckled, but there was something different about her tone—something more teasing, more… suggestive. Her eyes were very cleared aimed somewhere. “Little guy.”

Where is she...?

‘Little…?’

Barret's eyes flicked down. Oh fuck! He forgot he had just taken a shower and was still nude! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

His little black willy was out! Not his fault, really it wasn't, he was an eight-incher! But every man knew what a cold shower could do to them!

“Gah!” Barret covered himself, balls and all. “I-it’s cold! The shower too! Cold! It's a guy thing!” 

Yuffie…

Yuffie was on the bed? Crawling forward on all fours, like a predator, and staring at him openly with that classic smile of hers. “Mm, well, you know what I think? I think little good guys deserve a little something in return.”

Barret’s eyes widened slightly, his confusion only deepening as Yuffie’s hand slid up his thigh. "Yuffie," he began, his voice gruff and confused, but she silenced him with a look—one that told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

“You’re always so serious,” Yuffie whispered, her tone low and sultry as she grabbed his wrist. She was nudging him to move. Encouraging him to let go of his insecurities and to show his cock. “Let me help you relax. Just this once.”

Barret stared down at her, his breath caught in his throat as the reality of what was happening began to sink in. Yuffie was about to let his black cock out. She was about to expose him and maybe…maybe…!

For a moment, Barret thought about stopping her, about telling her that this wasn’t a good idea. But as Yuffie’s eyes gleamed up at him, full of mischief and promise, his resolve melted away. He let out a low sigh, leaning back against the headboard as he allowed himself to relax.

His hands stopped covering his crotch. His black cock sprung out, semi-erect and seven inches.

Yuffie licked her lips.

Oh yeah, it paid to be a good guy.