[NSFW] Aᴠᴀʟᴀɴᴄʜᴇ Hᴇᴀᴛ | 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑥 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦

[Starry]

[Reserved]
Intro graphic W.I.P​

 

[Penitency]

X​

“She’s changed, soldier boy.” “Yeah, whatever.” “Don’t believe me?” The matte, worn finish of Barret’s gun totting right arm barely reflected the single tube lighting embedded within the train car’s ceiling. He remained hunched over, elbows to knees, seated in the barely-there comfort of the train’s worn, cushioned seats following the outer limits of the car. He was a beast of a man, heavy-set, muscular, dark-skinned. A tattoo of a skull moved with the rippling muscle of his left shoulder; metal bands around his waist made him look like some junk-yard dog ready to bite. “I don’t,” Cloud huffed like a typical school boy and seated himself across from the gun-arm wielding terrorist leader, “and it doesn’t matter anymore, anyways.” He’d lean his sword up against the train’s inner wall nearby, sitting back with a feigned confidence Barret saw right through. The dark-skinned leader smirked, his tongue striking the roof of his mouth, as he sat upright and back into the chair, staring at Cloud from beneath a pair of black shades that reflected the overhead lighting. “Tch, yeah, that’s a load of bullshit.” His voice was deeper, gravely, and rough in comparison to Cloud’s singsong one– it matched Barret’s hard-on-the-nose personality and rocky exterior. A big, boulder of an exterior. He was a tank of a man not many could match. “Yous been thinking of Tifa since we loaded up on this train. Hell, it’s probably the reason why you’re here. You’ve been dying to see that girl again, even if you won’t admit it.” Barret groaned, getting comfortable as his massive arms followed the tops of the booth, stretching out grand pectorals beneath a dirty brown vest. Barret enjoyed the bumps along the ride as the train rolled over the tracks, vibrating up against his massive shoulder blades like some free, slum-approved massage. “But I got news for ya, soldier boy, Tifa is wayyy different now. I made sure of it. She ain’t that little angel you made promises to long ago. Not no more.” Barret’s flesh-and-bone left hand lifted and brushed up against the beard lining his jaw, softly digging into the scruff before it sat back into his lap. Said beard led up to a hi-top fade of equally dark hue. His chiseled and pronounced features looked angry, annoyed, and frustrated with the ex-SOLDIER before him. Fuck, this little puny kid was ruining his mental images of Tifa’s toned ass bouncing and slapping up against his tree-trunk thighs. What he’d do to slap that backside of hers as he made her move to a hard, fast rhythm in celebration of their successful bombing mission. Damn, Barret needed her. And now. It’s been a whole goddamn day on this mission since he last saw her. And now he was bringing a childhood friend of hers with him, they hadn’t seen one another in a long, long time. It didn’t matter. Barret leaned back, groaning as his sore muscles tensed, hand cupping a gigantic bulge within his green cargo pants. Even dormant, the man would be hand-over-fist bigger than the blonde before him. “Whatever.” “Yeah, you keep sayin’ that. Tifa knows her place. And you’ll find it’s with me.” Cloud was nearly blown off his seat, but he played it down. Was his childhood crush with– Barret!? The music playing within the train almost made it look like a sitcom unfolding. Random elevator-style music, and the thumps of the train on the tracks, suddenly filled Cloud’s ears as he began to stare off into space. Far, far away. Lost in thought. No way. Not Tifa. Barret stood up the minute the train’s whistle blew. The station was near. And when he stood up, at 6’6’’ glory, Barret towered over everyone. Cloud couldn’t match him, and was forced to look up with a lifted chin to even meet the leader’s darkened gaze. What a wimp. Barret must have been triple Cloud’s size in muscular and physical heft. “That’s right. You’ll see. Meet up at her bar, the Seventh Heaven. I’ll pay your due there.” Barret spoke that last bit venomously. Cloud should be savin’ the planet for free. “Do I need to be your tour guide, or you got it, soldier boy?” “I… I got it.” The rest of the crew exited, excited for the completion of their first mission. Cloud gave Jessie and Biggs hope they could overcome Shinra. It took Barret to break them up near the steps of the station, “aye ya’ll, get to the spot! Stop bringing attention to us.” A red suited Shinra officer pretended to not hear, and instead opted to close the doors of the train once everyone was off. The crew set off, too, through the slums. Cloud was the first to enter as gunshots rang out on the steps of the Seventh Heaven bar. A burst of bullets sparked from the end of a rotating gatling gun mounted to Barret’s arm. Some goons settled upon the porch, ran off, before he’d slam another into the turf, and chase off the last remaining punks with another few shots into the air. “That’s what I thought, don’t linger around my bar without gettin’ a drink. You’re scarin’ off the customers.” Cloud sighed once inside, noticing Tifa on the far end and pausing, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword behind him. She looked stunnin– umph! Barret barged in, his massive, broad chest slammed into Cloud’s back mid-thought. Cloud was shoved aside by a freight train, and Barret’s footsteps were fast to make it to the bar. “Where’s my girl?” For the first time, a bright grin was worn upon Barret’s hard facial features en route toward the bar. His objective? Tifa, immediately. There was no doubt Barret was going right for Tifa upon first sight, and the first thing he did? Grab a nice, thick, overwhelming handful of her bubbly ass with his actual hand, lifting up her skirt in the process, making sure he had skin-on-skin before leaning down to even out their height difference to plant thick lips upon her own with a hungry groan. All Cloud could do was watch, choked up, silent, paused near the door. As he stood there, hand on sword, the others piled in. Biggs and the others sat at their usual table, food Tifa had already prepared now being devoured the minute they sat. “Hey Cloud,” Biggs looked over, mouth nearly full, “you–nrgh– okay buddy? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Y-yeah... I am fine.”​

 

[Starry]

♠​

The Seventh Heaven was already locked up for the night - sign flipped, blinds pulled down just enough to keep nosy eyes from peeking in - but Tifa still lingered behind the bar, hips swaying in slow, idle figure-eights that were more habit than anything else. She was aching. Not just a little stir of want, but that deep, gnawing, can’t-think-straight kind of need that made her glance at the clock every thirty seconds and sigh like she’d been kept waiting a lifetime. Barret had been gone all day. A whole mission without so much as a single touch, and now her body was practically vibrating for him - thighs pressing together every time she bent down to grab something, that sweet ache pulsing hotter every time she pictured those giant hands gripping her waist and using her. She was dressed the way she always accidentally dressed when she knew he’d be walking in - like a walking invitation. A tight, cropped tank clung to her massive chest, every shift of her shoulders making her tits sway and test the stretch of the thin fabric, and a scandalously short skirt barely covered the curve of her ass. The hem rode up every time she reached for the higher shelves, flashing just enough plush thigh to tease. Her earrings -big, heavy gold hoops - swayed and caught the low light whenever she turned her head, subtle flashes of metal that made her feel just a little more like the prize she knew she was. She moved from table to table with a rag in hand, pretending to clean but really just killing time, distracted by the way her breasts kept pressing against the edge of the bar when she leaned over. Once, she bent down to pick up a dropped glass and found herself face to face with a thick, beer-tap handle. Her lips parted without thinking, a hot rush sliding through her belly as her mind betrayed her - gods, it was almost as thick as Barret’s— Her thighs squeezed tighter. She set the glass down harder than she meant to, pressing the rag to her cheek for a moment as if the cool fabric could ground her. Every little thing in here reminded her of him - the heavy mugs in her hands, the broad-backed chairs he filled so easily, even the vibration of the ice maker thumping in the corner felt too much like the rhythm she craved from his hips. By the time she heard heavy boots out front, her pulse was already spiking, the rag forgotten on the bar. One more second and she was sure she’d lose her mind without him. The moment the door swung open and Barret’s heavy steps shook the floorboards, Tifa glanced up from behind the bar - and her whole face softened. The tension in her shoulders melted, lips curving into a warm smile that was just for him. “Barret,” she breathed, a hint of relief under the greeting, as if the noise and trouble outside had been worth it just to see him come through that door. Then his hand found her - a bold squeeze under her skirt, warm skin against hers - and her breath caught. She gave a quiet, startled laugh against his chest, one hand bracing on him while the other came up to rest lightly over the broad plane of his shoulder. “You could’ve just said hello…” she teased, though there was no mistaking the fondness in her eyes when she tilted her head back to meet his kiss. It was a quick, hungry press of lips, sweetened by the little hum she gave into it before pulling back just enough to speak. “Long day?” she asked softly, fingertips brushing along his jaw. The closeness, the ease between them - it was all second nature. Her gaze shifted past him then, catching on Cloud lingering by the door. Her smile cooled a fraction, polite but distant. “Oh… hey,” she said, her tone even, almost casual. “Guess it’s been a while.” No rush to close the space between them. No real warmth, either. And then she was looking back to Barret, her hand still resting against him. “You’re just in time,” she said with a small, knowing smile, glancing toward the kitchen where food waited for him. “Figured you’d be hungry after today.” The words carried that familiar Tifa warmth - looking after him, steady and sure - but there was a faint spark in her eyes that suggested she’d been counting the minutes until he walked in. Tifa stayed close as Barret settled in, her hip brushing his thigh while she reached behind the bar for a bottle. As she leaned in to set it down in front of him, her hand lingered just a moment longer than needed - sliding over the hard plane of his stomach, fingers tracing lower until her palm cupped the thick shape beneath his cargo pants. It was casual on the surface, almost hidden by the way her body angled toward him, but there was nothing accidental about it. “Glad you’re back safe,” she said aloud, and it wasn’t just for him. Her voice carried to where Biggs, Jessie, and Wedge had gathered, all of them mid-bite or mid-laugh. She smiled their way - bright, easy, genuine - as if she hadn’t just given Barret a squeeze under the counter. The gang had seen it all before. They’d heard the muffled moans from upstairs after missions, caught flashes of her straddling his lap when she thought no one was looking. They’d watched her bloom under Barret’s rough hands and low voice, embracing exactly what she wanted to be for him. And none of them had ever said a word against it - if anything, they’d accepted it like another part of the bar’s rhythm. Her gaze flicked past them to Cloud, still standing stiff near the doorway, and her smile didn’t reach her eyes. He’d never once written, never tried to reach out in all the years since Nibelheim. Now here he was, silent and staring, like he had any claim on the girl she used to be. Well, that girl was gone. Tifa’s hand squeezed Barret’s crotch one last time before she let it trail back up to his hip, fingers hooking into his belt. Her voice softened again, meant only for him this time. “You want your dinner now, or later?” she asked, but the faint curve of her lips hinted she wasn’t talking about food at all. ​

 

[Penitency]

X​

Barret was an overwhelming presence upon Tifa and the room at large. It made Cloud feel small, as he stood by the doorway, promising Biggs he was fine. But Cloud was -far- from fine, as he watched Barret’s massive paw dig into Tifa’s round ass like he owned it. Maybe he did. Cloud felt dizzy at this introduction with the rush of blood to his head, and Tifa’s lack of attention to his presence was fuel to a bonfire ever raging within. How did this happen? Maybe I should have never left. Tifa’s laugh, hands roaming over Barret’s bulky frame, and her eager attitude had the dark-skinned leader grinning ear to ear. A grin she knew all too well. Her hand would barely make it over his shoulder given how immense he was. Barret could swallow Tifa up with a hug and make her vanish. Her ass spilled between his fingers as he gripped tight and possessively, their lips mingling for a moment. When she pulled back, Barret’s equally dark colored eyes leveled down into her own gaze below rather intimately. A brief nod was given, his gravely voice lowered to a whisper upon her lips, “mmnh, yeah. Too long, without you, baby girl.” A warm and thick tongue wet his lips, collecting any lingering taste of her before he noticed her fingertips along the scruff of his jaw. Tifa could get the hint of Barret’s natural musk upon her nose, between sweat and a long day of violence. Cloud swallowed hard, raising a hand, his fingers lowering like a wilting flower, “hey… Tifa.” His voice wilted all the same. With a childish huff, the swordsman moved to a table near the crew, hung up his sword on the wall, and took a seat. He didn’t know where to go from here, but merely watch his childhood crush fawn over a brute he didn’t know until today. “Hah, soldier boy over there didn’t believe me when I told him you belonged to me.” Barret laughed under his breath, giving rise to those gigantic pectorals beneath his vest. The ink of his tattoos scribbled into dark flesh, rippling with his every strong, powerful move. The hand upon Tifa’s round ass gave a firm slap to that globe before releasing it. He had to do it. Instead, he swallowed up her hips with both hands. “Am I?” He noticed the food and nodded. “That’s a good girl. I’ve taught you well, haven’t I?” Barret caught that -look- in her eyes in that flashing minute. Oh, he knew his Tifa like the back of his fuckin’ hand. “I am starved. Not sure if food alone is going to do it, baby girl.” A smirk played across his fat lips before the brute moved for his own spot at the bar, with food laid out -just- for him the others didn’t get. The stool could barely support the beast upon it, groaning and protesting as he sat. Barret began to dig in some, pausing when he noticed her brushing up against his hard, tree-trunk thigh. Sitting up in his stool, putting down his fork, and swallowing his food– she’d get a good feel of his hard abs tightening between her fingertips as she roamed. “Mnh,” he groaned, feeling her hand cupping his bulge. Barret was undoubtedly near ten or so inches, and he wasn’t even hard yet. Thick, impossibly thick. She might even feel a vein or two throbbing, even between the clothing he wore, as she gripped him. “Someone can’t wait,” Barret muttered under his breath, the others unaware of the grip she had on him. Calm and cool, the man grabbed the bottle she set down in front of him, twisted the top, and took a swig. “Stop lookin’ at that punk,” Barret grinned, another swig taken had his bicep blaring outwards. -Clank- the bottle was set down on the counter again, “he ain’t worth your time. You belong to me.” A deep, ragged sigh escaped his flared nostrils when he felt the burn of the liquor running down his throat. Tifa always gave him the good stuff fit for a king. She was his queen of spades, after all. The squeeze again. Barret’s thick cock throbbed against her hand, further tenting his green cargo pants. Her words had him licking his lips before biting down on the bottom, “I ain’t waiting. Be a good little bitch and get down on your knees. It’s been about time– I’ve gone all day without it. Without you. It’s time you prove to Cloud why you’ve moved on; why I am superior.” And with that, Barret took another swig before the bottle was settled back down. He’d merely command, expect her to obey, while he finished his food so nonchalantly. And Cloud? All he could do was watch, his mouth nearly falling open. “Oh, Cloud!” Bigg’s voice interrupted Cloud’s surprise, “yeah-nrhmn– that’s– that’s normal. They are -really- into one another.” “I… see that.” “I just thought I’d let you know.. OH! And Tifa’s cooking? Out of this world! Want to try?” ​

 

[Starry]

♠​

Tifa didn’t even blink. She heard the words, felt the heat of them curl down her spine, and for a heartbeat she just stood there - palm still cupping that impossible weight between Barret’s legs, thumb stroking along the ridge like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her lashes fluttered once. Twice. And then she moved. A slow, hungry smile curved across her lips, one that had nothing to do with politeness and everything to do with the man in front of her. She leaned in just close enough for the scent of him - that raw, heady mix of sweat, leather, and the faint burn of his drink - to wash over her in a dizzying wave. Her gold hoops swung gently between them as she breathed deep, deliberately filling her lungs with it. “Mmh… all day without me?” she murmured, her tone thick with sultry playfulness. “Guess I’ve been starving you, huh, Daddy?” The stool beside his creaked when she stepped between his knees, her hips brushing the iron-hard muscle of his thigh as she bent forward - a feigned reach under the counter masking the real reason she was sinking lower. Her palms slid down over those tree-trunk thighs until they rested wide on the tops of his knees, staking her place between them. “Don’t worry, baby…” Her voice was pure honey now, low and decadent. “I’ll make it worth the wait.” She eased down onto her knees on the scuffed floorboards, skirt riding up to bare more and more of her plush thighs until the hem pooled high enough for Barret to see the slope of her hips, the swell of her ass pressing against the fabric. Her hands glided back up his legs, nails lightly teasing through the green fabric, until her fingers found that thick outline she’d been palming moments ago. The rest of the room blurred away - the crew, the clink of plates, even Cloud’s stiff silhouette by the door - none of it mattered. She shifted forward, cheek resting against his thigh for just a second, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. His scent hit her like a drug - warm, musky, male - and her lips parted with a soft, involuntary sigh. She breathed him in again, slow and greedy, letting it fill her head until it was all she could think about. “You’re right,” she whispered against the fabric, lips brushing the shape beneath. “He’s not worth my time.” Her fingers squeezed, slow and deliberate, before tilting her chin up to catch his gaze from under her lashes - that look that always made his chest swell. “But you? You’re worth every damn second.” And then his voice hit her - that deep, commanding growl that wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order. Her pulse spiked instantly. There was no hesitation, no need for words. She’d been told what to do, and nothing in the world thrilled her more. Her smile turned into something almost reverent as she slid her hands to the button of his cargos. The metal popped, the zipper purred down, and the heat that rolled off him made her thighs clench. She pressed a lingering kiss to the fabric over him - breathing in deeply again, letting that musk flood her senses - a little worship before unveiling her prize. Her hands dipped inside slowly, savouring the feel of him thickening under her touch as she drew him out. He was massive, heavy, and already making her fingers spread to hold him. Her lips parted with a soft, needy hum that said exactly what she thought of the sight in her hands. Cloud might as well have vanished from existence. The whole damn world had shrunk to Barret, to the weight and heat of him in her grip, to the thud of her own heartbeat in her ears. Her skirt was bunched high now, the curve of her ass on shameless display for anyone who dared look. She tilted her head up, catching Barret’s gaze like a good girl waiting for approval, before leaning in to press the first hot, open-mouthed kiss to the thick crown. She lingered there, lips soft and reverent, then dragged her mouth lower in a slow, worshipful trail of kisses down his length, pausing once to nuzzle into the heavy base and inhale again with a low, satisfied moan. The smell of him made her shiver, made her squeeze her thighs together like she could trap the ache building between them. “God, I missed this,” she breathed, voice shaking with want, before her mouth opened wide and she sank down on him in one smooth, hungry motion - the kind that told him she’d been aching for this all damn day. She pulled back just enough to look up at him again, lips wet, voice thick with devotion. "Mmm… Barret, you’re everything,” she purred, giving his length a slow, worshipful squeeze. “Stronger than anyone, bigger than anyone… no man’s ever even come close.” Her gaze dropped briefly to the heavy, throbbing weight in her hands before flicking back up, cheeks flushed. “I’m so in love with this big, beautiful black cock of yours… I can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop craving it. You’re the only one who can handle me, the only one who can fill me the way I need… the only man I’ll ever want inside me.” Her words were a breathless mix of love and lust, every syllable meant for him alone. ​

 

[Penitency]

X​

“Starving might be the right words,” he muttered under his smoky, bourbon scented breath, “but now that I am back home, we ain’t got to wait.” The soft sound of Tifa lowering, slipping between the rocky valley of two tree-trunk thighs, had Barret’s eyes following her. They loved to admire, study, and worship that body of hers, but this time, they leveled into her own gaze the whole way. Hungrily. Possessively. “That’s a good girl, baby.” He complimented in a coo, the bottle’s contents sloshing within the glass confinement of his bottle as he lifted it. Eye contact was broke for another casual throw-back of a sip, head tipping back in an arch for it, bottle to the ceiling. After, it was set roughly down on the bar, a deep seated groan rumbling from the man’s lips as he felt his girl low, and the burn of his throat high. “Fuck,” Barret could be heard muttering when he looked down, catching the sight of that prized ass of hers spilling from the skirt long high lifted and bunched up. Even the feel of Tifa’s large, round breasts squeezing into the valley of his massive thighs was something sending his sensory overload into effect. “Not worth a second, baby,” he smirked, affirming her words about Cloud, “you belong to me. That tattoo on that ass of yours means everything, and it ain’t for that punny kid back there.” Barret was polishing off the bottle with another swig as Tifa worked on springing free the monstrosity she’s been craving. And when she did, it sprung out, nearly laying across her face from previous confinement. It swayed from side to side like a rooted tree between v-cut hips and dimpled, lined abs above. At twelve inches, wrist thick, that dark skinned cock before her was throbbing, aching for more. A crowned head pointed up at her, his presence and earthy musk encased her in his claim. Those soft, warm lips kissing him and her hand picking up his heft, had the brute unphased. Like it was so casual– something to be -expected- from his bunny. Their eyes met. Barret licked his lips, and instead of speaking approval, he’d lean down to let both hands sweep some hair from her face. They guided it back, until he had a sloppy, but very tight, ponytail behind her head. She could see his single forearm blaring, bicep lifting, chest rippling, as he did hold the root of her ponytail behind her head. “That’s better,” he smirked, tongue wetting his lips still, as he admired her ass while holding unto that ponytail of hers. “Unhh- yeah, I definitely missed this.” He moaned when she kissed his swaying crown again, the root of him throbbing against her hand. His base had a light amount of darkened pubes pressing to her palm, his width absolutely ached for more. Before he could answer her, she sunk down and swallowed him nearly in one go. Barret bit his bottom lip, back arching, vest opening more to expose muscle and ink beneath. “Ah, nnhh-fuck.” He cursed out, Cloud watching in the distance nearly unable to do so, his head occasionally looking away as he stomached the sight. “That’s right, baby,” he cooed, abs rising and falling with elevated breathing, “I am your everything.” Barret was always ready to degrade Tifa just enough for her to -know- her place in this world. And as she was speaking, in the middle of her sentence, he’d use the grip on the ponytail he had formed behind her head to -jam- her forward. She’d find herself cut off at “the only man” before she’d be forced to bring her nose to mash into his washboard lower stomach. Holding her down, mashing face to abs, he’d groan, head back, eyes up. They then fell back upon her, looking down at her ass, before they leveled into the struggle upon her face, his muscular body flexing as he kept her down longer, “mnmnh, that’s my-mnhh- good little bitch.” And with that, he’d begin to pump her head violently with reckless abandon, making those gold earrings sway with her body each time as he picked up the pace, and intensity to something like he would to a sex toy, an object. ​

 

[Starry]

♠​

The second Barret’s fist tightened in her hair and dragged her forward, Tifa’s eyes went wide - not in protest, but with that raw, shivery jolt of heat she could never hide from him. Her hands flew to his thick thighs for balance, nails biting lightly into muscle as her lips stretched around every inch he forced on her. The heavy, pulsing weight of him filled her mouth, the blunt crown shoving deep until her throat squeezed around him. Her gold hoops swung wildly with every thrust, brushing her cheeks, the jingle almost lost beneath the wet, messy gk—gk—gk of him using her exactly how he wanted. She moaned around him, loud and shameless, letting the vibrations carry through his length like praise in another language only they understood. The scent of him was everywhere now - thick, masculine, intoxicating. Every time he bottomed out, the musk from the base of his cock flooded her senses, her lashes fluttering as she inhaled greedily through her nose, even with him lodged all the way in. Gods, she loved it. Loved the taste, the smell, the way it stamped his claim on her from the inside out. When he growled “my good little bitch”, her thighs pressed together instinctively, a needy tremor running up her spine. She let him steer her, let him own the rhythm, her eyes watering but never once breaking that worshipful gaze up at him. Between gasps for air when he pulled her back, she managed to choke out broken, breathless words: “Mmh— f-fuck— Barret… love your cock— so big—” And then he shoved her right back down, her muffled moan swallowed around his thickness, her lips sealing tight at the base like she couldn’t bear to let him go. Her throat was already straining around him, every pump of his hips forcing another messy, gagging sound from deep inside her. “Ghhhk—kkhhk—hhrrrk—” The wet, sloppy music of it mixed with the hard slap of his thighs against her cheeks, her gold hoops bouncing with each pull on her ponytail. Drool slicked her lips, dripping down her chin to spot the tops of her bared thighs, and every now and then a thin string of spit clung to his thick length when he pulled her back only to drive her forward again. Her mascara didn’t stand a chance. Black trails streaked down her flushed cheeks in jagged lines, smudged further each time she blinked through the tears pricking at her eyes. She looked ruined already - and Barret hadn’t even slowed down. The musk of him was overwhelming, that raw, salty-skin scent flooding her nose every time her face mashed against the ridged wall of his abs. She inhaled it greedily, eyes half-lidded, letting it roll through her head until it felt like she was floating in him. When he finally let her up for air, she gasped like she’d been drowning - and maybe she had been, in him. Her spit-slick lips stayed parted, her chest heaving, mascara-stained eyes soft as they lifted to his. A slow, warm smile curved her mouth, full of affection even through the mess. She shifted closer, rubbing his heavy, throbbing length against her cheek, smearing her own spit across her skin like it belonged there. “Mmm… you like that, baby?” she purred up at him, her voice sweet and sultry but pitched just loud enough to carry past the bar. “You like it when I throat your massive, superior cock?” She let her lashes dip, nuzzling into him again, letting his musk fill her lungs before she looked up through them with that loving, bimbo-smitten smile. “I love being your spade-marked bitch~” She pressed a slow, wet kiss to the tip before rubbing her cheek against him again, knowing full well Cloud could hear and see everything, her words leaving no doubt where she stood - and who she belonged to.​

 

[Penitency]

X​

The mere sight of Tifa’s head rocking under his command had Barret’s fist tightening around the base of her ponytail, his muscles further expanding in muscular pump, his cock throbbing down within the depths of her very throat. He pushed beyond her tonsils, bulged her neck, and merely continued to pound her pretty, saliva-dribbled face against the brick-like surface of his abs without mercy. He knew his good bitch could take it. And she did. The large, towering brute seated with legs open across the rickety barstool kept head down, chin to the center of his collarbone. Hungry brown eyes watched as Tifa’s hair swayed about over the gold of her hoop earrings, or how her bubbly backside quaked with every forced, violent throw of her head via the commands of his hand upon her. Who could forget how good her clothed, barely contained breasts looked as they jiggled about between his legs. Saliva was now dampening his own pubes and adding a glistening layer of sheen to a darkened complexion unmatched by the others. It only made his striated abdominal muscles look that much more shredded, defined, contained with the v-cut of his hips. Those same hips lifted, meeting her face, making her throat sing out repeatedly with those heavenly ‘ghhk’ and ‘kkhkk’ that came with every thrust. In the pauses, he’d grin down to her lazily, leaning back in his stool some to savor the sight. “That’s my girl,” he’d repeat, looking over his shoulder at Cloud with the same confident, cocky demeanor before eyes returned to her. “Mnn, you look so good right now. As you should be. This is your purpose, baby girl.” He’d motion to her with his gun arm as his cock laid across the whole expanse of her pretty face. Barret loved seeing that cock-drunk smile behind it, her makeup running. “Love it,” he muttered back, holding her hair tight. “Never get enough of it, baby.” He groaned, like a satisfied man finishing a meal, as he remained seated… but not for long. With her kissing on his monstrous length laid across her face, balls to chin, he’d stand at 6’6’’. The large, towering brute’s hard backside exposed to the group behind him when his cargo pants fell the rest of the way. With his thick, black cock removed from her face, it would sway with his steps around the bar. “I can’t wait anymore…” he’d note, grabbing her by the hip with one overbearing, massive bear claw of a hand from behind. He swallowed her hip up, and hoisted her from kneeling to standing, only to get bent -right- over the bar counter like some play toy to be positioned for the group beyond to see. With her tits hanging over the counter, Cloud was able to peer down the opening of her tank. And beyond that? Barret standing right behind the pronounced curve of her spade tattooed ass. “About time I stretched this little pussy of yours wide open. Let that puny little soldier watch.” Barret smirked, a loud and echoing -slap- of his single, human hand rang out against her cheek, reddening it some as he watched it jiggle. Tifa could feel a hot, heavy, saliva coated cock come plopping down between her ass cheeks. The sound rang out, his hips slowly rocked as Barret watched how good it looked between her ass cheeks, proudly towering above her lower back and drawing strings of saliva across her dimples. Without much more waiting, he’d use his singular hand to grip his massive base, before he’d angle his cock head right up against her weeping pussy lips. And with one strong shove, the man’s v-cut hips pushed forwards, the struggle was real! He barely fit; Barret stretched Tifa wide open, and fast. “Mnhh- fuck!” The man cursed, his actual hand giving her ass another firm slap, before he gripped tight to that cheek. His gun arm pinned her other hip down, cold steel biting into her skin. He wasn’t able to fit it all. Not on the first. No way. Half was still out, balls swinging openly in the air. Barret reeled back, and then slammed home another mind-numbing thrust, rocking her across the table as he finally did it– the loud “plap” of her ass hit his hips and washboard abs on the next thrust. ​

 

[Starry]

♠​

The moment Barret’s massive hand clamped around her hip and hauled her upright, Tifa’s breath came out in a sharp, shivery gasp - not fear, but raw, molten anticipation that had been building all day. Her heels barely scraped the floor before she was bent over the counter like a doll in his hands, tits spilling forward against the polished wood, the hem of her skirt flipping high to bare the spade stamped into the curve of her ass for the whole damn bar to see. The sting of his palm smacking across her cheek cracked through the air, and she moaned - high, breathy, wanton - the heat blooming under his hand making her arch her back like she was begging for more. She knew Cloud was watching. She wanted him to. Let him see the way her ass tilted up for Barret, the way she presented herself like she belonged exactly where she was. Then his cock dropped between her cheeks with a wet, obscene slap. Saliva-slicked, hot, heavy - it dragged across her skin like a promise, nestling right against her soaked lips for a heartbeat that felt like forever. Her thighs trembled. “Mmm… Barret…” she breathed, almost a purr, “been aching for it all day…” When he lined himself up and shoved forward, the stretch hit all at once. The blunt, fat crown forced its way into her, prying her open with an obscene wet squelch, and she cried out loud enough to cut through the whole bar. Her nails clawed into the countertop, back bowing under the force as he pushed deeper and deeper until— —until he was home. The instant his hips met her ass, her body broke. A sharp, guttural moan ripped out of her as her orgasm detonated without warning, her cunt spasming so hard it was almost trying to force him back out - but instead she gushed around him. Hot, clear fluid sprayed in sudden, uncontrollable pulses, splattering against his thick base, running in rivulets down the insides of her thighs, and even splashing the polished wood of the counter beneath them. “Ohhh—f-fuck—Barret!!” she cried, the words tumbling over themselves, her voice pitched high and wrecked, “ohhh god—god— you’re splitting me open—” Another violent pulse of release shot out of her, wetter, messier, soaking them both until the smell of her slick mixed heady with his musk. He pulled back only to slam forward again, and the sound - that deep, filthy PLAP - made another gush squirt free, spraying his balls and thighs in the process. She shook under him, mascara running in thick streaks down her flushed cheeks, her mouth open in a bliss-drunk grin. “So… so big—” she panted between the next gush, “so thick—” Her cheek pressed to the bar, moaning as another hot spill splattered down his length. “Don’t stop, Daddy… make me paint you again… make me drip for you…” And she didn’t just take it - she gave it back to him. Her hips rolled and rocked, pushing back into every thrust with a needy, deliberate rhythm, her ass clapping against his hips in wet, loud impacts. Each time she moved, she angled herself to draw him in deeper, milking every inch, the mess between them making each connection sound lewder than the last. Her voice came out low and velvety between gasps, breath hot against the bar. “Mmm… yeah, baby… take it… use me…” She looked over her shoulder with that mascara-smudged, blissed-out smile. “I want all of it— every inch, every drop— I want you to drown me in it.” Her hips ground back in a slow circle, squeezing down on him before pushing back into another hard thrust, making their joined bodies slap together in a way that echoed through the room. “God, you feel so good,” she moaned, letting her voice carry just enough to cut through the background noise. “I want you deeper… harder… ‘til I’m shaking all over you.” She pushed again, harder this time, forcing his hips back a fraction before pulling him right back in with her ass. The filthy, squelching wetness between them only seemed to spur her on. “C’mon, Barret,” she purred, eyes glazed with adoration and heat, “let me make you cum inside me… fill me so full I’m dripping for the rest of the night.”​

 

[Penitency]

X​

“Mnnhh, goddamn,” Barret muttered breathlessly, almost to himself, feeling how good that ass of hers felt as it shelved up against his unwavering lower abdominal muscles. The pillow of that backside flaring out because it had been quite literally -smooshed- up against his hard body had him reeling, pearly whites biting down on his bottom lip. The hand upon Tifa’s hip swallowed it whole, tightened even in raw pleasure. “So fuckin’ tight,” he grunted animalistically, the PLAP of her backside hitting him again was then joined by the absolute clamp of her welcoming, velvet insides around such a hard, rocky thing such as his monstrous member. Tifa nearly forced him out with the intensity, and it almost -hurt- to stay in. “That’s my good little bitch,” he chuckled degradingly under his breath, groaning out all the same. Barret’s hand left her hip to give her one of those casual, but very lustful, smacks to her round, bouncy ass. Just the sight of her spasming on his cock, her cheeks swaying had him licking his lips all over again to wet them. He’d throw one glance up to Cloud in the distance as Tifa quaked, her body spraying across the bar floor and the back of the counter, including dotting his and her thighs. “See this, soldier boy? This is how Tifa wants-deserves-to be treated.” Another hard, echoing slap of his hand across her ass marked it deeper red as it then began to bounce back against him, joining his rhythm. Their musk, primarily Barret’s thicker one, began to fill the room in a leathery, woody head. His hard abs continued to slap up against her from behind, jolting her back and forth across the bar. Cloud merely stared, breathless, watching Tifa nearly spill from her top. He couldn’t unglue his eyes from how good her branded ass looked bouncing against Barret’s toned figure. Another climax. Barret grinned, watching more fluid stain their hardwood. He’d curl his arm around her thigh now as he continued to piston his hips hard, fast. The plap grew louder, louder, louder– eventually those claps sounded like gunshots ringing out in succession. Her lewd words hit the ears of the group, but they did nothing to stop it. They continued eating like it was a routine show on television. “You’ll get it all baby. This body of yours was made to be bred. To be used…” He’d groan out, slamming home harder thrusts while the hand that had snaked around her thigh now cupped over her drenched, drooling pussy lips. Now, Barret expertly planted his index finger’s pad right on -top- of her clit. That’s when he began to draw circles as he pounded her ass, his balls impacting the back of her thighs each time like the dark skinned bull he was. PLAP-PLAP-PLAP the sounds continued, louder, harder, more demanding. And in the meantime, Barret’s muscular arm had remained coiled around her leg, cupped over her pussy lips, and grinded his finger in hard circles upon her to draw more. Tifa’s own efforts were rewarded with his finger, which was soon joined by thumb. Both rolled her clit between either, an occasional little pinch, and then more rolls… more friction, more building tension within her belly as he punched at it with his foot long monstrosity and drew his own outline toward her naval. Their eyes met when she turned back, begging and egging him on. A grin formed, lazily, the exhaustion building as sweat dripped from his thick brows. “I am going to put a baby in you just to prove a point to that puny little spiky haired punk over there.” A deep, dark laugh spilled from him, the hand working her clit harder, faster. “Look at him, pathetic. Jerkin’ himself off to you.” And Cloud was, shamefully so, in his corner. Again and again, he’d hammer home at her. His finger intensified. Until… “Fuck I am going to bur–” Slammed one final thrust home, balls deep, her insides absolutely stretched to their limit and his cock outlined against her. The aching throb of his balls then churning hot rope after rope of his seed deep into her, beyond her cervix at this point, would be felt up against the back of her legs. He’d continue to toy with her clit, even if she violently orgasmed, just to turn that little playtoy of his into nothing but puddy. Even as he remained so deep, absolutely filling her as she begged for. ​

 

[Starry]

♠​

Her cheek pressed to the counter, mascara already running down her flushed skin, Tifa moaned at every filthy word that dropped from Barret’s lips. “Mmm—yes… I’m your good little bitch…” she purred breathlessly, rocking her hips back into him even as he swatted her ass and made it jiggle for everyone to see. His degrading chuckle only made her shiver harder, her body clamping down on him as though to prove it. The slap across her cheek made her gasp, the sharp sting turning into a needy whimper. “T-that’s how I want it, baby… how I need it,” she managed between moans, her body quaking on his cock, spraying hot streams across the floor and counter. Every gush left her panting harder, the air thick with the heady blend of his musk and her release. When he growled “this is how Tifa wants—deserves—to be treated”, she moaned louder, her voice carrying over the sound of their bodies meeting. “God—yes—treat me like I'm yours… make them see who I belong to.” Her ass bounced to meet him, joining his rhythm until the wet plap-plap-plap sounded like it came from both of them at once. The moment his thick fingers found her clit, she gasped so sharply it almost turned into a cry. “Ahhh—Barret—” Her knees buckled in his grip, every circle over that swollen bud shooting sparks straight up her spine. Then his thumb joined, rolling and pinching her clit between them, and she all but screamed. Another gush burst free, splattering over his balls and thighs, running in shameless streams to the floor. And then - those words. “I’m going to put a baby in you just to prove a point to that puny little spiky-haired punk over there.” The effect on her was instant. Her whole face lit up in the middle of her wrecked expression, a bliss-drunk smile curling her lips. “Ohhh—please—” she begged, voice cracking with raw need, “breed me, baby… knock me up… I want it—make me the... mmff fuck— the mother of your kids!” She pushed back hard against him, desperate for every inch, the idea of him filling her with his child making her clamp down even tighter. When he pointed out Cloud in the corner, she barely even looked - just moaned louder, loving that the SOLDIER was watching her be bred. The second he slammed in balls-deep and growled out his climax, she broke. “Barreeeettt—!” she wailed, her back arching so hard her tits nearly spilled free from her top. His first hot rope hit deep, the pulse of it sparking her own orgasm so violently her legs shook in his grip. She squirted again, harder than before, the gush splattering over his balls and coating the inside of her thighs. Her cunt milked him greedily, every throb of his cock met with another clench, another gush, until the mix of his seed and her slick was dripping down her legs and onto the floor. Even as her body convulsed around him, he kept playing with her clit, dragging the aftershocks out until she was a trembling, soaking mess sprawled over the counter. “F-fuck—” she panted, her voice warm and worshipful now, “keep it all inside me, Daddy… I want every single drop…” Her eyes were glassy and adoring as she stayed clamped down on him, her smile still curling even as she trembled in his hold.​

 

[Penitency]

X​

Barret stood there with a pleased grin upon his fat lips, that sense of pride and pleasure twisting upon his rugged facial features. He diverted his eyes down, chin to chest, and took in the view of her body shaking, twitching, ass pillowed out against his hard abs in a collision course that now lingered. Barret was -not- about to pull his hips back. Why? It meant all of his seed would spill from her abused, sated channel. He couldn’t have that. Not when she spoke to him so -eloquently- about how she wished to be bred proper. As he caught his breath, pectorals and mountainous shoulders rising and falling beneath the shadow of his ragged vest, the man brushed his fingers across his lips in thought. Barret could feel the twitch of his balls laying in rest upon the back of her thighs, and each second meant more of him was slowly oozing out from her and slopping onto the floor. Beyond that, he could still feel her fluids absolutely coating his swaying balls all the same from her absolute, uncontrolled release. He loved it. Barret couldn’t help but continue grinning as he spied his handiwork before him. Now that he had stopped playing with her clit, he’d comment in rugged, raspy note, “that pussy of yours is still-mnhh- milking me for all I am worth.” Another hard slap quaked her ass before he looked over toward Cloud now. An idea popped into his head. The grin upon his lips remained, as he motioned to the spiky haired punk with his gun arm, “aye, soldier boy.” Barret cleared his throat, real hand settled over Tifa’s ass, his gun arm doing all the directing to the boy beyond. “Go over there and grab that. Bring it here. Pronto.” Cloud furrowed his brows, pulled up his trousers, and groaned in discomfort. Mako infused eyes moved to the item: a roll of masking tape. Cloud stood near, paused, hand holding it before his eyes. Why would Barret need this? “That’s right,” Barret chimed up, “bring it, boy.” Cloud began to walk over now, handing it to Barret when he was near. Barret let go of her round backside to snatch it with his actual hand. “I have to make sure she gets what she wants.” Barret pulled the tape and cut it with the bite of his teeth and yank of his head like that junk yard dog he was. The roll was merely tossed back to Cloud before Barret mentioned, “see this, soldier boy?” And with that, he’d use the strip to replace himself; Barret slowly pulled back, his spent cock hanging intimidatingly between his slick thighs, swaying about before settling. Before much could escape, he’d layer that tape over her, between her legs, trapping what he had spent inside of her. With the seal in place, he’d slap Tifa’s ass once more, as if telling her he had been finished. “That’s for being a good girl, baby. You always get what you want.” Cloud gasped, stepping back, “I– I am leaving. Pay me tomorrow.” Barret smirked, curling his proper, massively muscular arm around Tifa's neck as he slowly brought her back to press to his voluminous chest, both standing. As he did, he’d lean his head along the side of her own, beard brushing up against the side of her jaw. He’d plant a few warm, soft kisses along her neck, much more tender, before his hand directed her head to turn where he’d plant thick lips atop of her own with much more patience than before. Some aftercare was in order. ​

 

[Starry]

♠​

The sharp crack of his palm against her ass made Tifa jolt in his grasp, the sting blooming hot under his hand. It blended with the deep, steady throb of him still seated inside her, the fullness making her toes curl in her boots. When he rumbled about her still milking him, she let out a small, breathless laugh between shivers, the sound almost shy despite the mess they’d made. “Guess I just don’t want to let you go yet…” she murmured, her voice warm and low, leaning her weight into him as though she belonged there. She stayed pliant and obedient as he called out to Cloud, hearing the SOLDIER’s reluctant steps draw closer, the faint clink of something in his hands. The moment she saw the masking tape, her stomach gave a flutter. The tearing sound cut through the thick air, and then he was pulling out of her. She gasped at the loss, her thighs instinctively trying to close - but before the heat could spill, the strip pressed snug between them, sealing her up tight and certain. A quiet, almost private smile tugged at her lips as she looked down. The fact that he’d gone to that length - making sure not a single drop of him was lost - sent a rush of warmth through her chest, the kind of feeling no one else could ever give her. The tape held firm, and she let out a trembling sigh. She could feel everything he’d given her — every hot, thick rope, still heavy and full inside, trapped exactly where he wanted it. The heat of him seemed locked deep in her body, pressing with each slow thump of her heartbeat. Her knees wobbled, the edge of her bliss softening into something deeply content. “Mmm… thank you, baby,” she said, her tone fond and sincere, “for filling me like that… for making sure it stays.” She shifted her hips forward against the counter in a small, unconscious roll, as though to settle the weight even deeper, sighing quietly. “Feels… amazing...” When his thick arm curled around her neck and drew her back into the wall of his chest, she melted without hesitation. His sheer size kept her steady, his heat radiating through her spine. Every subtle shift reminded her of the snug seal between her thighs - the constant, perfect reminder that she was still holding onto him, exactly as he intended. His beard brushed along her jaw and she tilted toward it, a soft hum escaping at the slow press of his lips along her neck. After the raw, relentless way he’d used her, the tenderness was intoxicating, curling her smile even wider. When he turned her chin, she met his mouth without pause, lips slow and pliant against his. Her hands rose to his forearm, fingers curling lightly around the hard muscle, tracing idle lines as if to anchor herself there. Pulling back just enough to speak against his mouth, her eyes softened. “Feels like you’ve left your mark on me in more ways than one,” she murmured, a quiet thread of playfulness in her tone. “And I’m not letting any of it go.” She tilted her head up to glance at him fully, her cheeks still flushed. “I must look a mess,” she said with a light laugh, aware of the smeared mascara and wild hair. “I’ll clean myself up and come join you and the others. We should have a few drinks to celebrate you coming home in one piece.” Leaning in one last time, she brushed her lips close to his ear, her voice dropping to that sly, private murmur he knew so well. “Although… I might not be drinking,” she teased, the words edged with a knowing curve of her lips. “Wouldn’t want to get in the way of… possibilities.”​

 

[Penitency]

X​

Barret loved the feel of Tifa melting back against him; he could feel her backside wedging, encasing, his monumental but flaccid cock between those cheeks. Her shoulder blades would meet the slick sweat layered over his grand pectorals and ever-stretching chest. Her compliance made his heart skip, always, pounding against his rib cage in love and lust. Her hand was so dainty in comparison to his corded forearm, full of mass. It remained firm to her, keeping her supported as he leaned her back into his front. Their lips mingled, brushed, and patiently explored in a more loving fashion than the hungry, primal one of before. When Tifa pulled back softly, he’d open his eyes and slowly draw in a deep breath through flared nostrils. This gave rise to his chest up against her from behind, before it collapsed down with his exhale. Barret’s musk was heavy on her nose, but natural all the same. Her words had him wetting his lips before he chuckled with a closed mouth. “Damn straight, baby girl.” His gun arm motioned to the tape sealing her from leaking any of his fluid, that metal cold to the touch on her hip. “You ain’t even got a choice.” He chuckled some more, pectorals rising and falling up against her in a pseudo massage. Barret was such a contrast of color to her natural skintone. Harshly so. And it was perfect for them. Tifa’s offer had him looking at the group, “you’re right. Alright then.” And with that, he’d carefully let go of her neck with his thick arm. Before he moved to lift his pants again, he’d plant another firm, moist kiss upon her lips. Of course he had to stake his claim, show his raw emotion for her. Her whisper, that look. It made him want more. Barret controlled himself and whispered back. “That’s right. And if it don’t take tonight, I’ll keep breeding that tight little pussy until we see results.” Then, Barret did as she suggested: proper himself to join the group. He’d pull up his cargo pants toward the metal bands around his waist. Sunglasses were pulled off the bar table, slipped back on. As he did, ever casually, he’d look back at Tifa with the tip of his head toward a shoulder. Peering back at her, he’d comment, “oh, baby girl.” “You ain’t ever look a mess. Don’t be putting that thought in your head. And don’t dare remove that tape. Cloud worked hard to make sure it got there.” He joked, a grin cutting across his lips. With that, he’d move toward the table the others had been seated at. They all made room, as if what happened on the bar counter was a far, thing of the past. None of them seemed to care. It was just another day. “Make some goddamn room,” he grumbled, clearing out two chairs for himself and ultimately Tifa when she returned from tidying up. He’d grunt like the dog he was when he sat down on one of the stools, the legs groaning under his weight. “Hey, boss man,” Biggs mentioned, motioning a bottle to him, “saved some for you.” “Gimme that,” Barret snatched it, had a look at the label, figured it would do and threw it back. A hearty swig was taken before the bottle was set down. He’d look over to Jessie while running a thick, muscular forearm across his lips, “how you deal with these two jackasses is beyond me. Least we ain’t got that punk with us. Scampered off to some corner to finish up his business.” “I think he’s a good guy,” Wedge noted, “give him a chance, boss.” “Wedge,” he motioned to the heavyset AVALANCHE member with the bottle in hand, “you got issues, boy. If Tifa doesn’t get here in two minutes to calm me down, I might kick yo’ ass out of the bar myself.” ​

 

[Starry]

♠​

Tifa had still been pressed to him when Barret rumbled that deep, gravelly “damn straight, baby girl,” and the sound seemed to sink right through her. She could feel every breath he drew, the way his sweat-slicked chest flexed against her shoulder blades, and the way his sheer bulk behind her made the rest of the world feel smaller. Her gaze flicked downward when the cool brush of his gun arm touched her hip, drawing her attention to the snug strip of tape holding her sealed. That low, self-satisfied chuckle of his rolled through her, and she couldn’t help the slow, involuntary sway of her hips - feeling the way it pressed, the way he pressed, still locked inside. When he kissed her before letting go, she’d melted in without hesitation, lips soft and warm against his, her fingers curling over the steel-hard muscle of his forearm. That whispered promise to “keep breeding that tight little pussy until we see results” burned in her ears. It wasn’t embarrassment in her cheeks - it was pride. Giddy, molten pride that he wanted her like that. That he meant it. And when he threw that final comment about not removing the tape, her smirk was almost conspiratorial. She shot Cloud a look over her shoulder, a lazy, almost wicked little smile that said she had no plans of letting a single drop go to waste. Then she turned, the swing of her hair and the faint flash of gold at her ears marking her exit into the backroom. In the quiet, the thrum of voices faded, leaving only the muted hum of the bar’s cooler and her own slowed breathing. She stepped up to the mirror and immediately pushed her thong aside with two fingers, checking the tape - still firm, sealing every last drop inside her. She trailed her fingertips over the edge, feeling the faint stick and pull against skin flushed from heat and use. Turning her hip toward the glass, she caught sight of herself - the red, perfect bloom of colour across her asscheeks where his palm had struck again and again, framing the spade tattoo like a stamp of ownership. The sight made her bite her lip. “Mmm… you really went to town on me,” she murmured, voice dipping low, and for a moment she just looked. Admired. Remembered. Her gaze fell to her belly, and she laid her palm flat, rubbing slowly, her skin still hot under her own touch. She felt him - not just the ache and the fullness, but the weight of it inside, thick and heavy with promise. The quiet, private thought of carrying that forward drew a soft, content smile to her lips. “I’d make a good mom…” she whispered, the conviction warm and steady in her chest. She touched up her lipstick, smoothed a faint smear of eyeliner with the pad of her thumb, and adjusted her top - no skirt this time. The thong stayed, the tank clung tight over her chest and bared her midriff, the pale stretch of fabric tugged high enough that her breasts pressed heavy and high, the peaks of her nipples pushing visibly against the cotton, firm and undeniable. She didn’t bother to hide it. Her heels stayed too - each step deliberate, a rolling, confident sway. When she stepped back into the main room, the air felt warmer, the eyes of the table finding her without her needing to say a word. She moved behind the bar, hips swaying just enough to catch the light on the smooth curve of her thong, the thin line of tape beneath making no effort to hide itself. She grabbed a few drinks, fingers wrapping around the cool glass, and walked them over to the group with the same ease she carried behind the counter. The first went straight into Barret’s hand. Leaning down into his space, she pressed a slow, warm kiss to his lips, her mouth lingering, breath brushing against him as she murmured between soft pecks, “Go easy on Wedge, hm?” She didn’t wait for an answer before she slid herself onto his lap, bare thighs moulding over the muscle of his legs, her back fitting perfectly against the broad wall of his chest. Anyone at the table could see the taut pull of her top over her breasts, the dark outline of her nipples hard against the stretched cotton, the faint arch in her spine making them stand out even more. Her arm looped lazily around his neck, the other hand resting on his thigh with the kind of casual intimacy that made it obvious she belonged there. She gave the group a bright, relaxed smile, warm and easy. “So,” she said lightly, her heel hooking the rung of his stool, “what’d I miss?” ​