Akira🖤

It’s dark in the club, the overhead flashing lights illuminating everyone in the crowded booth in a million different colors. Changbin sits at the head of it, hands warm at your sides trying to pull you down fully onto him as you teasingly grind the air just above his crotch.

“Commmmon,” He lifts his hips forward as far as they can go before slumping back down against the chair. He’s absolutely wasted, cheeks flushed all the way up his ears and down his chest. The birthday hat someone clipped onto his head earlier tilted so far down his head it almost covered his ear. “If you’re going to commit, you have to commit.”

You giggle, nearly as drunk as he is and turn around to plant both of your knees on the booth cushion, bracketing his thighs and pushing yourself forward so that he has to tilt his head back to look at you properly. “I’m just having fun, Bin. S’not fun if I let you have what you want right away.”

“But it’s my birthdaaaaay,” He whines. “You have to be nice to me.”

“I am being nice to you,” You remind him, sliding your hands up his chest. One of your friends behind you whistle low, another laughing. “By doing this at all.” It’s true, you and Changbin have been friends for as long as you can remember but not that kind of friends. You’ve flirted here and there in your teenage years, sure, but you’ve never gone so far as anything physical, much less given him a lap dance before. But his girlfriend of two years ruthlessly dumped him last week and he’s been so pitiful and mopey that you couldn’t help yourself. 

Besides, he was hot and you were hot and what's a little bumping and grinding between childhood friends anyway?

“You gonna torture him all night?” Hyunjin calls over the loud music. He pushes his long dark hair back over his head, grinning. “I thought you were one of the nice ones.”

“You wanna come over here and show me how it’s done?” You reply. Changbin’s whole face lights up at the prospect but before he can say anything, Hyunjin deadpans.

“No.”

“Aw, man.”

You shake your head, laughing, but before you can really get into the dance and finally give Changbin the bit of friction he wants, he pushes you off of him gently. You stumble back, blinking in surprise as he stands.

“Sorry, I know it’s bad timing but I really need to go throw up,” He stumbles forward slightly and Hyunjin immediately catches him by the arm. Changbin perks up. “Jinnnnnniee~ Take me to the bathroom!”

Hyunjin groans. “Why can’t you go by yourself?”

“ ‘Cuz it’s girlcode, idiot.”

Hyunjin grumbles under his breath but takes him anyway, cutting through the dance floor where Felix and Jisung are currently having a hair flipping contest. You laugh to yourself, shaking your head and turning to join the others back at the booth.

Chan’s eyes are glued to you. 

You’d known he was watching obviously, and maybe that had been a bit more of an incentive to do what you did rather than feeling bad for Changbin. Avoiding eye contact, you step over his outstretched legs and reach for another shot.

“You really think you should be drinking any more?”

You don’t even glance at him as you take the shot. “It’s a party, Christopher. Maybe you should drink a bit more.”

He watches you take the shot, eyes lingering on the slight bobbing of your throat when you swallow. It’s annoying how he can make your stomach flip just from the way he looks at you. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand hastily, still refusing to make eye contact.

“Christopher?” He asks, tilting his head.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?”

“Not to you.”

You don’t know what to say to that so you don’t say anything at all. Around you, the booth is still loud with laughter, the bass from the speakers vibrating up through the floor and the space between you. The blood under your veins is thrumming with the alcohol you’ve been consuming throughout the night, but it still doesn’t do enough to numb the feeling you always get around him. It’s fucking annoying. 

“Mm,” Chan reads your silence well. He leans back in his chair, spreading his legs and taps his thigh. “Sit.”

You glance back at the dance floor where Changbin and Hyunjin disappeared. “But Changbin–”

He raises an eyebrow.

You sit.

His hand instantly settles on your body, one on your hip and the other on the soft flesh of your bare thigh. Goosebumps erupt across your skin at once, every inch of you remembering his touch and automatically leaning toward it. 

“There,” Chan says, his hand dragging lightly across your skin. “Better.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to restore what little of your dignity you have left, keeping your eyes firmly on the blur of bodies on the dance floor, on Felix throwing his head back laughing while Jisung nearly trips over his own feet trying to copy some ridiculous move. Anywhere but Chan.

Chan, however, does not take his eyes off you for a second. “You had your fun?”

You flush slightly. “What kind of question is that?”

“The kind I want an answer to.”

You finally turn your face to him, regretting it almost instantly. His pretty features are relaxed enough for people who don’t know him to think he’s unbothered, but you know better. The sharp glint in his eye, the muscle tensing in his jaw—it all gives away how annoyed he really is.

“I was dancing,” you say, lifting a shoulder. “At a birthday party. Crazy concept.”

“On Changbin’s lap.”

You let out a short laugh, though it comes out thinner than you mean for it to. “He was enjoying himself.”

Chan’s gaze doesn’t waver. “I noticed.”

The music around you swells, bass rattling through the booth, through your ribs, through the fragile space you’ve been trying to keep intact all night. Across the club, your friends are still caught up in their own chaos, oblivious. Lights flash blue, then pink, then white, painting Chan’s face in pieces.

All you can think is how unfairly beautiful he looks like this.

You clear your throat. “It’s just Changbin. It’s not like it meant anything. I was just–”

Your breath hitches, cutting off your words when his fingers begin their soft climb up your thigh, teasing the underside of his skirt. “Just?”

You huff. “Just nothing.”

“Nothing,” Chan repeats, like he doesn’t believe that for a second. His thumb drags in one slow line over your skin, higher and higher, until your whole body goes tight in his lap. “So you climbed all over him for nothing.”

You glance away. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I?”

His voice is calm. Too calm. That’s always when he’s the worst—when he sounds almost casual, like he isn’t paying attention, while every inch of him is locked in.

Around you, the club keeps pulsing on, lights flashing over the booth in streaks of color, your friends still somewhere in the crowd, oblivious. But here, in the corner of the booth, it feels like the whole room has narrowed to the heat of his hand slipping under your skirt at last and the way he’s looking at you.

You swallow. “Changbin’s my friend.”

“Mhm.”

“It was his birthday.”

“Mhm.”

“And he just got dumped.”

“You’re very generous.”

You turn to glare at him properly then, but it only makes it worse. He’s already looking at you, eyes dark and fixed, mouth pressed into that faint line that means he’s annoyed and enjoying it.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter.

His head tilts. “Was that supposed to make me jealous?”

Your heart gives one awful, traitorous thud.

“No,” you say too quickly.

One of his brows lifts.

You try again, forcing a scoff into it this time. “Why would I care if you were jealous?”

Chan doesn’t answer right away. His fingers rest high on your thigh now, fingers spreading them apart when you squeeze them together slightly. Possessive without ever saying the word. Infuriating, because he has no right.

“You wouldn’t,” he says at last.

You laugh, brittle around the edges. “Exactly.”

“Right.” His gaze drops to your mouth for half a second before returning to your eyes. “So you weren’t trying to make me jealous.”

“No.”

“Right.”  His fingers finally brush the edge of your panties. “So, what? You wanna fuck him?”

You choke. Chan takes the opportunity to press his fingers against your now rapidly soaking cunt through your panties. 

“Chan–”

He leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “What? It’s a simple question.”

You part your lips only for a tiny squeak to escape them when he fingers expertly find your clit and pinch. Heat rushes through you all at once, the alcohol and your pure attraction to him making it hard to think. “What’s it matter to you?” you manage to breathe out, even though your hips are starting to rock against his fingers in a slow, shameful rhythm.

He grins at you slowly, looking at you intently through his lashes. “You said you weren’t trying to make me jealous. Fine. So you clearly want to fuck him.”

His other hand slides up your back, under your shirt, warm and broad against your skin. You're tucked into the dark corner of the booth, and no one is near enough to be able to see what’s going on. You don’t know if that's a blessing or a curse.

“Focus,” he coaxes, fingers finally slipping past the fabric to slick against you. “One word, baby. Yes? No?”

“No, no–” You gasp, legs falling open in his lap. 

“Who do you wanna fuck then, pretty? Hm?” His finger pushes an inch inside of you and then withdraws just as quickly. “Tell me.”

Your throat works around nothing.

He already knows.

That’s the humiliating part. He knows, and he wants to hear you say it anyway, wants you to hand over the truth you’ve been trying not to touch for months. You ought not to give it to him. Torture him as much as he tortures you.

His finger pushes an inch inside of you again and every rational thought dissolves. 

“You,” It leaves your lips in a small whine. “Only wanna fuck you, Channie.”

The smile that graces his features is reward enough for you. 

“I’m going to eat you out so good for that, baby,” He whispers against your mouth when he pulls you to him by your jaw. You whine when you feel his hand withdraw from between your legs only for the sound to be swallowed by his lips, your own parting instantly. He draws you in closer, until you're perched directly on top of his crotch. He kisses you hungrily, tongue slipping inside of your mouth, fingers wounding themselves in your hair. He grinds up against you, and the friction of his jeans against your soaking panties is so good you nearly cry.

You know he’s already throbbing underneath him. Maybe he had been since you were dancing on Changbin. It didn’t really matter to you, especially since you knew for certain you were going to get more than just a taste of it later.

“I’m baaac–oh shit.”

You can barely register Changbin’s voice, dazed and chasing Chan’s lips when he pulls away. He chuckles, pressing one more lingering kiss to your lips before turning lazily to Changbin.

“Think we’re gonna head out. Sorry we couldn’t stay longer.”

Changbin waves him off quickly. Chan doesn’t even wait for his reply before taking your hand and pulling you up with him as he stands.

Later, you’ll barely remember the walk from the booth to the exit to the car. All that you remember is Chan’s rough fingers buried deep inside of you as he drove with his one free hand and the fact that by the time you pull up to his house, you’ve already cum once.

Moon in Aries

I see you as someone who has a specific love language. It's a high intensity energy, you can’t contain it when you love someone. If the person isn’t matching your "let's go right now" vibe, it's a no and you will lose interest. you show love through physical touch and being the #1 hype person.

Streetwear baddie for girls and streetwear king for men. I think bold colors, oversized leather jackets, pants and shirts (like you guys have a thing for oversize but so does rising aries or even sun aries, it depends on the rest of the chart) and "I woke up like this" hair.

your toxic side is that many of you do suffer from main character syndrome and you know it, stop denying it. you get "the ick" the second things get boring and might start a fight just to feel some spice within the dull life you sometimes have.

If i had to describe who you should date/marry i would say try someone who is a "firecracker" but knows how to keep you grounded without dimming your light or your joy.

Moon in Taurus

Giving gifts and doing acts of service is one of your love languages but it’s also something that you love to receive back. If you cook for the person or buy them that specific perfume they mentioned once, they should know that you are all in. you need physical comfort as well. 

People with a taurus moon have a very clean girl or old money style. They enjoy wearing high quality basics, silk slips and gold hoops. If it's not soft, they aren't wearing it. Also some of you just have lazy styles sometimes, just picking up whatever is in the wardrobe and calling it a day. 

as a taurus moon myself, let me hold your hand when I say this: you are delulu about staying in a situation just because you hate change. Once you are comfortable, you get stuck and that’s something you need to change. don’t get in shitty situations just because it's routine. 

Find yourself a partner with a stable career and a soft heart who understands that "Netflix and Chill" is a top tier date. Keep your standards hard and stop falling in love for people who don’t want you. 

Moon in Gemini

Words of affirmation is how you show your love for people and that is because you need to yap. If the person you are interested in can’t keep up with a 4-hour deep dive into a random documentary, it’s not gonna work.

I think gemini moon has a very pinterest coded style when it comes to fashion. Layered jewelry, mismatched prints and a different aesthetic every single week just because. you don’t really have one particular style, you just like to match different pieces together. 

Emotional ghosting is definitely your biggest toxic trait. You will process your feelings through logic and then wonder why they do "nothing" two days later. The thing is, once you aren’t attached, it is hard to get back to it, unless the other party knows how to manipulate your rationality.

An intellectual partner is who you should put your love in, a match who is basically your best friend first and a lover second. You need to have a partner who is there for the emotional and the mental stimulation.

Moon in Cancer

when you love/like someone, your love language is all about quality time. you want to rot in bed with the person you like, share snacks, and talk about your childhood, perhaps even trauma dump. Total "softie" energy i must say but it also brings a lot of comfort. 

Coquette core or cottagecore is what I think of when it comes to a cancer noon fashion style. Pastels, bows and vintage find vibes I think match your cute energy well.

You have a very annoying toxic side which is the shell mode. If you get hurt, you go silent and wait for the person who upset you to read your mind which obviously doesn't happen often, does it?. The passive aggression is real.

Find yourself someone who feels like a warm blanket, who is protective, consistent and never judges your big feelings. That type of love is the only one that will ever make you truly feel loved and understood.

Moon in Leo

if you have a leo moon you are all about public displays of affection and that’s your way to show that you love and care for someone. with that it means that you also want your partner to post you on their social media, to show you off, not to be afraid to show their love because you do the same. you need to be adored.

it might be a little leo ahh thing, but for your style i would say it is a maximum glam. like you were your hair big, designer logos, and love to show a main character energy. you dress to be perceived and recognized.

Just like anyone with leo in their big three, you have a toxic side related to ego flares. If you feel ignored for even 5 minutes, the world is ending and you feel like the person doesn’t give you the bare minimum. you can be a bit of a drama magnet even on other people’s business.

In my opinion you need a partner who is confident enough to let you shine but strong enough to keep you humble. someone who can match your energy without dining it and still be upper in themselves so you don’t feel embarrassed.

Moon in Virgo

Acts of service are your language from all the virgo moons I know (it must also be an earth sign thing). you show love by "fixing" the life of the people you love, you might enjoy organizing their closet, reminding them to drink water, and solving their problems.

for your style, i would suppose that you like the minimalist professional, it’s a softer version than capricorn moons. Tucked in shirts, neutral palettes, and a perfectly put together look is usually what you prefer to go with.

When it comes to your toxic side it is definitely about the project management in relationships. You try to edit your partner like a rough draft which sometimes can lead toward arguments. Overthinking is your full-time job as well.

If you wish to have a stable and happy relationship I would advise you to find someone who’s messy but kind, who teaches you that perfection is a myth and it's okay to just be you. Don't be with someone that adds to your stress.

Moon in Libra

in this case you are all about quality time and aesthetic gestures to please others though you enjoy receiving these as well. you want the instagrammable relationship in my opinion. Flowers, sunset walks, and matching outfits with the person that you love.

I would describe your style to be soft girl or even it girl like in some cases. Very trendy, very balanced and always smelling like a literal angel as your appearance is something that you put a lot of time and effort into.

we all know that your toxic trait is the fact that you are a people pleasing until you explode and then it goes to shit for everyone. you hate conflict so much you will lie about how you feel just to keep the vibe good but often that also only brings more issues.

A decisive partner who takes the lead and makes you feel safe enough to be unbalanced sometimes is what I believe would be the best for you, if you wish to have and find something that is long lasting.

Moon in Scorpio

People with this placement have a specific love language which involves physical touch and total intimacy, some of them truly show their love and affection through the physical plane. They want to know your deepest secrets and your trauma. It’s “ride or die” or nothing at all.

For their style, I would say that it’s something involving dark academia aesthetics and some biker or dark chic type of thing (some can go fully lolita as well and more on the grunge pastel). Lots of black, leather and mysterious, sultry details. also rings! they love to wear rings

FBI tendencies are so strong with this moon which often makes it a toxic side of them. They will find that comment from 2019, they will find where you live, who you are, through social media (and some through stalking). They have trust issues that haven’t even been invented yet.

I think that the best partner they could find is someone that feels like a“safe harbor”. someone who is 100% transparent and isn’t intimidated by their intensity, who won’t lie, is committed and is able to match their freak.

Moon in Sagittarius

I think it’s a sagittarius thing in their big three where quality time is their love languages specially if it’s related to new experiences that they can have with the person. If you take them on a road trip or a random late night drive they would be really happy about it. They feel loved when they feel free.

Global nomad, typical baggy or colorful clothes when it comes to the fashion sense. Thrifty, colorful pieces, and "I just threw this on" but somehow it looks cool on them? like they are able to make pieces look good on them no matter how weird they are.

Though if i must speak on their toxic sides it is definitely their commitment-phobia that they have with everything, not only relationships (the house of the moon would influence where it falls upon). The second things feel heavy or boring, they start looking for the exit sign out of unconscious fear.

A fellow adventurer who doesn't try to cage them and has their own independent life would be the best partner that they can have. Someone who is too clingy can make them lose their spark real quick

Moon in Capricorn

when it comes to their love language it once again matches the other earth signs with acts of service and security provided for their partner and it’s also what they expect from others. They show love by providing. They aren’t big on mushy words or confessions, but they will make sure your future is set.

when it comes to women, they have a corporate baddie style with sharp blazers, structured bags, and "I have a meeting at 5" energy. men gives off more old money vibes but also super rich and structured in their clothing

Emotional repression is their biggest toxic side in my opinion. They treat their feelings like a task list and they have a hard time to just process them like normal human beings. They can come off as "ice cold" when they are actually just stressed with life.

For them to be happy with someone, they would need a partner who can break through their walls with humor and remind them that they don't have to carry the world alone.

Moon in Aquarius

when it comes to these people, they are a little like gemini and their love language lays on intellectual intimacy. If you can’t talk about aliens, philosophy or social justice at 2 AM, it’s a wrap. They need their space as well, so despite being yappers in the heart they also appreciate people who give them space.

I have a hard time with their fashion sense to be honest, because it's always weird and never the same with the same natives. Avant-garde and thrifter most of the time. Weird patterns, tech wear or anything that screams I’m not like other people, they have a very me style

The “God Complex” is real and it was made for them and it’s their biggest toxic trait.  They think they are so unique that nobody can truly understand them and sometimes might feel entitled to shit. Major detached vibes as well.

I believe that their perfect partner is someone who is an open-minded best friend before a lover, who respects their alone time and loves their quirky theories.

Moon in Pisces

I know some of them love physical touch and comfort when it comes to their love language but they also provide a lot of quality time and escapism. Listening to music together, watching movies or just dreaming about the future. Very romantic and spiritual.

Maybe it is too cliche if I say siren core, ethereal and some even cottage (tho i believe some are also more on the goth side, emo and dark clothes depending on the other placements). Flowy skirts, shimmering makeup, and a just stepped out of a dream look.

Just like any major pisces placements they have this toxic annoying trait of wanting to be the savior of everyone and everything, always ending up like shit at the end. They fall in love with potential and try to heal people who don’t want to be healed.

Honestly, if they want to be happy they need someone grounding, someone with heavy earth sign energy (rising, moon, sun or stellium) who keeps them from floating away into their own head.

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you finally arrived to your house, the shift you took almost killed you.

as you sit yourself on the living’s sofa, your mom went there to tell you that one of your dad’s old time friend was coming here.

LEON KENNEDY was quite a figure for the most part of you life because of the long-time friendship he had with your dad. you haven’t seen him too much since you were fifteen, when he decided to move to another city to presude a job.

but even if you haven’t had a sight of him, you heard everything about it. and i mean everything.

your father’s late-nights talks with him resolved in a lot of gossip for the next morning; his job and how hard was for him, how many cities he had visited in the spear of one year but mostly that he’s now divorced from his wife.

his divorce was nothing new to you. from childhood you recoil that him and his wife had ceased to be a dream-match many many years ago. they never had children or even wanted to and although on the outside they had been labeled as an ‘eccentric couple’ your family knew how much it cost that man to get out of that circle of endless apologies.

it was midnight when a knock on the door knocking! sound alerted everyone.

your father rushed to it and greeted the man with a big hug and greetings that could be heard all the way to the living room. when your father returned to the living room, you expected to find a broken man—especially knowing what had happened.

but no, it was quite the opposite.

and there he was. you wouldn't have guessed he was in fact older than your dad. his hair was still somewhat blond, even with several gray strands, and had a beard that wasn't very prominent but still visible.

his body was robust and he had several marks on his arms—his big arms.

this wasn't the leon you remembered, or perhaps your mind was too intoxicated to comprehend the enormous presence standing in front of you. the weirdest part of the whole meeting was that he didn't really recognize you at first. now, don't get me wrong—it wasn't like those older folks who just forget faces; it’s just that he still had that mental picture of you as a fifteen-year-old.

once it clicked that it was you, he almost passed out. leon felt sick just by seeing you after such amount of time, his gaze went up and down on-going for a little two minutes before your dad spoke to break the silence between you both.

“so, i hope you still remember my daughter,” he said, hugging you from your shoulders.

“yeah, i do remember her.” leon responded.

but you couldn't stop looking at him curiously—did he really remember you? if he did, you were nervous because you didn't want him to see you as that fifteen-year-old girl who behaved like a brat to catch his attention.

leon on the other hand was screwed, so-fucking bad. if he had imagined that you had grown up to be one of the most beautiful women he had seen since his divorce, he would haven’t even come to visit so unprepared.

internally he was biting the flesh of his cheek so as not to flirt with you in front of your father or he would kill him but, ohmygod. it was hard.

the night passed too slowly for both of your own and his liking. a long time passed when you both had lost the battle of who was eating the other more with their gaze, gratefully your father was too distracted to see how his best friend looked at you with every slight movement.

the birthday cake passed by the table as well as several glasses of champagne between everyone, and even so, the eldest's blue eyes did not leave your presence. they were staring even more than before.

you had to bail yourself from there. as you excused and retire from the table while mumbling some half-baked-lie about needing some quote on qoute fresh air, but your parents knew you were just heading to the house’s balcony to smoke out your nerves. honestly, work has been such a dumpster fire lately that nicotine is the only thing keeping you from a total villain arc.

as you swiped your diy-pack of malboros you made and save for a post-shift treat, finally had the courage to step out the living room.

slumping into one of those cheap patio chairs, you tried to breath properly but your own brain was already doing gymnastics over leon.

like, what’s his actual fucking deal with all of this bullshit looking? because the way his eyes were on you felt almost like he was yearning, or straight-up thinking with his dick—you couldn’t really tell.

part of you just wondered if he’s just lowkey bitter and sexually frustrated post-divorce, but that’s not nearly close. leon is, well.. leon fucking kennedy; the man probably has a whole waiting list of women in his DMs. why would he be wasting his time staring down a girl as young as you?.

yeah you were spiraling over and over again.

mid-inhale and you were already feeling quite delusional about it, that’s when a hand landed on your left shoulder.

a heavy, calloused and firm grab. the second its fingers hit, your entire body felt nervous and started to glitch. stomach on going with a series of internalized backflips. you knew who it was.

“those things will kill you, y’know.” leon said.

his voice was low, whispery like. it wasn’t like the way boys usually talked to you, he remained steady and patient.

you took a long, quite shaky drag and finally exhaling the smoke into the crips night air, glancing timidly at him. “since when you’re my doctor, mister kennedy? i’m pretty sure the stress of this whole party is going to killl me before this.” you add while mocking him.

leon let out a huff hat was almost a laugh, his thumb grazing the line of your collarbone just for seconds before he pulled his hand away from you, leaning against the railing next to her.

he looked expensive—the kind of expense that came with a decade of seniority and a soul-crushing divorce settlement: his sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that had no business looking that good.

“fair point,” he conceded. his eyes already going up and down scanning you, making you feel literally small on his behalve.“but you’re too young to be this cynical. leave the slow burnout to people my age.”

“so that’s what the divorce thing left you,” you added, teasing him looking more bolder than before.

leon tilded his head slowly, a knowing smirk tugging in the corner of his mouth. “i think i’ve still got a little spark left ... though i suppose that depends on who’s asking.”

he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the blunt from between your knuckles, giving it a try. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“you’ve been staring at me all night,” but so did him. “care to tell me why, or am i going to have to play the guess game with you?.”

your heart was doing backflips constanly. “oh. well let me tell you sir, i wasn’t the only one doing it.”

leon just stepped a fraction closer, invading your personal space in such way you felt how your lungs tighten more and more.

“don't stay out here too long, sweetheart. it’s getting cold.”

however, you didn't make him wait too long; without thinking twice, you took that cigarette from his fingers, threw it away and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him to your mouth and kissing him with such intensity that several soft whimpers escaped him between kisses.

and he didn’t refuse it, not at all. leon moved you and him to a corner hidden from everyone else’s sight by a wall, his mouth kissing yours with such hunger, his tongue making its way inside it.

“fuck doll, your dad is going to cut my head off.” he whimpered, biting your lower lip with his front teeth.

leon’s palms moved up and down on your waist, trying to keep you as close to him, lips running and trailing upstairs your neck and drawing muffled moans from you. you had to cover your mouth with your right hand—you felt dirty just from feeling your underwear begin to dampen from the slightest touch of his beard against your skin.

“mister kennedy,” you whispered.

“call me leon. princess.”

“leon, leon please.” you barely responded.

when suddenly, another voice appeared. “sweetheart, is leon with you?,” you dad asked—his voice sounding tender and worried. fuck! fuck!.

even so, leon never stopped. those wet, lawd and noisy kisses on your skin didn't want to leave for a second.

on the inside you just wanted to hit that man and answer your father properly—but you couldn't. your voice was too weak from all the moans you stifled in your throat.

“sweetheart?” another call.

“answer him, sweetheart,” he mocked.

a thread hanging from your voice, letting out a short gasp before you could even respond.

“y—yeah dad, leon is, mgh. s—smoking with me..”

after hearing your father's footsteps fading away, leon wasted no time and placed one of his legs between yours, opening them without any shame. "i'm not finished with you," he murmured simply before guiding you to his knee and indicating that you should move your hips against it.

the material of his pants was too rough, but he could still feel the moisture of your panties soaking into them. several grunts escaped his lips. he felt dirty for having you like this—shit … you were his best friend's daughter! and all he could think about was how adorable you would look taking him.

he just kept grunting at your sight, his cock was arching inside his pants begging for a release of some kind but tonight he just wanted to please you, but he had to be quick before your dad starts to questioning where you both are again.

“just like that, angel. you don’t have to rush..” leon’s voice echoed into your ears. “i can feel how giddy you seem down there, s’goddamn good to me.”

he moved his leg away from your core, causing you to let out a weak whimper from the lack of contact. slowly, he lifted the edges of your dress so he could see what he was about to enter.

from his perspective, your body was pressed against the same wall that had held you up just moments before, your legs trembling slightly, your eyes glistening with tears of pleasure and your gaze fixed on him—nonetheless there wasn't even a trace of shyness in your eyes, only a desperate need for him to devour the overwhelming desire you'd been harboring since your first glances that night.

when the sound of his belt unfastening caught your ears, you unconsciously arched your body, breasts pressed even harder against the cold wall, your ass in the air, perfectly positioned to make his mouth water at the sight of you like this, so damnedly surrendered to him.

but not a normal amount, it was bigger than the ones you saw before, its tip glistening slightly with the pre-cum that coated it and with such size on it that would surely make your hips ache the next day.

"you're going to be the death of me, princess," he murmured softly, cupping your face for a few seconds and kissing you wildly. his pants already undone, your panties pulled by the side and when he barely lowered his boxers to let his cock go—and damn, it was big.

“ow baby, don’t get too scared, we’ll make it fit,” leon purred, aligning the tip of his cock between your wet and slippery folds, fake-thrusting on them, coating his length with your juices. the instant his cock forced its way between your rubbery and gummy walls you had to bite your lower lip to avoid making a sound. amid silent curses, the blonde man grabbed your hips and began thrusting without any mercy, digging his fingers into the flesh of your womb like an animal in heat.

“ohmygod!, mister kennedy..”

a sharp smack echoed on the balcony, now your ass bearing the mark of leon’s bare hand against your sensitive skin, your ass getting redder. without stopping his thrusts, he let go of one side of your waist and guided his middle and ring finger inside your mouth—inserting them roughly, gaining a gagging sound from you.

“gonna fill you up, baby,” he mumbled near your ear lobe, licking and biting it in between each thrust, your pussy making lawd sounds with each one, a constant plap! sweep! sound bursting into the night. “’m going to fill this little cunt until you can’t handle anymore, you’re gonna walk inside the house full of cum.”

“leon, mgh! i—can’t. they, m—my dad, he might..”

“he won’t hear us if you keep your pretty mouth closed,” leon grunted, growling under his breath. his lower abdomen started to feel hotter than before, his lunges inside your pussy became rougher.

when your walls began to tighten around his length, fucking shit, leon swears he literally saw stars appear before him.

“this greedy cunt is taking me s’well, mind if i gave her what she needs? bet she’s gonna look so pretty with cum all over her,” he spoke and its way was so dirty you felt an enormous arousal hugging your whole body.

with a chocked and gaggy moan you came all over his cock, coating the entire length with your juices—from its base to the tip. you claimed that dick as yours.

leon had his orgasm a few minutes after yours, painting your walls with his semen, his seed now claiming its place inside you like some type of thropy.

after leon had barely cleaned you up and arranged your clothes, as well as his own, they went inside, greeted by your father—who quickly chided them for taking too long to finish their cigarettes.

however, the glances you both gave eachother concealed a certain complicity. suddenly you brushed leon's shoulder with your fingers, giving him another mischievous look before going to get a glass of beer.

he just smiled, hoping your father would invite him to sleep over so he could have his way with you again against the mirror in your room because he couldn't stop himself.