Your birthday was just a few days ago.
A few days before Halloween.
Your friends decided to host a party. This year has blessed Halloween and made it on a Saturday, today. The day of the party.
You were told to dress up as Tifa Lockhart to match with your friend, Claire, who dressed up as Aerith Gainsborough.
You didn't know this party was for you until the roar of "surprise!" when you walked through the front door that scared you into your next life told you so.
A couple hours in, enough partying and drinking, it's time to sing you happy birthday and cut the cake.
Sitting alone, you felt suffocated. As if being surrounded by a bunch of unfamiliar faces wasn’t enough, the volume of their singing was enough to make you squint your eyes in embarrassment.
“… Happy birthday to youuu!”
Everyone cheered and clapped for you, a few of them even throwing some extra confetti at you. You forced a shaky smile, quick to blow out the candles and move off to the side to allow everyone to slowly disperse from the table.
The sea of guests that flooded the table and crowded the kitchen flocked over to the mini bar they had set up in the kitchen. You didn’t really pay mind since you were already buzzed off the two drinks Claire gave you previously. But still, you let yours eyes wander off and land on the bartender. It was Chris. He dressed up as Michael Myers. Cute. Claire moved beside you, helping in cutting the cake. You're too distracted to notice someone standing on the right side beside her at the table, someone you recognized but hadn't seen in years, until your eyes met with pretty blue ones.
No way...
Leon…?
…Kennedy.
Your eyes widen slightly, a bit surprised that this guy was even here. Surely he was one of Chris's friends?
The two of you weren’t strangers, but you two have had some drama, ending with you cutting Leon off completely, until now...
Instantly breaking eye contact, you shuffled behind Claire even more, hiding from this man’s sight. Claire already senses your uneasiness behind her, causing her to exhale heavily before looking over her shoulder at you, a subtle smirk on her lips. “Girl, help me cut this cake. It's yours."
You huff out an over exaggerated sigh, scooting up back beside Claire and closer to the table, grabbing the small colorful plastic plates, allowing Claire to cut a slice and have you plate it and hand it to someone.
“Leon!” Claire called out when she saw him standing near the mini bar, “Get a slice!”
Leon felt his heart sink at the sound of his name being called over the loud music.
For a moment he had to pretend like he was confused, looking around to see where he heard his name getting called from before he looked over at Claire, motioning for him to come and grab a slice of cake.
His eyes widened a bit as he walked up to the table again, waiting beside a few others who were grabbing their slices of cake.
“Claire, did you invite him?”
You snuck up behind Claire, quietly whispering to her, breath gently tickling her hair as she cut small slices of cake, lifting and placing each slice on every plate you hovered beneath.
“Chris did. Why?” Claire quietly replied, eyes darting over her shoulder to where you stood.
Moving back, you exhaled with a sigh, sinking onto the kitchen counter’s top while watching Claire cut small slices of cake. “Nothing.”
"Chris invited me," Leon abruptly spoke up, head moving up slightly to look at Claire. “Told me about the party a few days ago. I didn’t know this was for you.”
Claire’s head turned slightly forward to look at Leon, a small ‘o’ on her lips. A small, uncomfortable silence began to form between them. You felt your heart stop in your chest for a second when you heard Leon speak up, surely you weren’t talking that loudly either? Especially over the music. Sensing tension growing between you two, Claire quickly cleared her throat and continued to cut the cake, watching as Leon moved aside to allow others to grab a slice. You finished serving the remaining guests, even plating a few extra slices for others to come and get, leaving the knife nearby so they can cut the cake themselves if they wanted any.
You then disappeared, slipping off into the crowded and large living room. All the in meantime, Leon was watching your every move, letting the saccharine softness of the frosting decorate his tastebuds before swallowing.
Part of him felt like he should’ve said something else, anything, to at least start a different conversation. A better one.
He should've said hello.
He should've asked how you’ve been after all this time. Hell, he should’ve asked Chris if you even liked him still before inviting him.
But his mouth wouldn't open. His body wouldn’t move. He wouldn’t move out of the kitchen. He just couldn’t.
Down in the living room, the place was fucking crowded, for starters. It was extremely uncomfortable for you to squeeze past people and tip toe when jumping over people’s legs and feet. Feeling a rush of relief, you flopped down on the already crowded couch, squishing to sit down inbetween Jill and Rebecca.
Rebecca was too busy chattering away with a few unfamiliar faces and Jill was nearly passed out sitting beside Carlos. The area was dark, only lit up by the strobing and flashing neon party lights, the air thick with smoke and the mixed scents of sweat, plastic from all the decorations, perfume, and alcohol. Drowning in the bass of the music, you slumped a bit over against Jill, which almost caused her to choke on her own saliva, ultimately leaving her a coughing mess. It startled you and Carlos, and Carlos was quick to get up and get her some water while you rubbed Jill’s back.
“Damn, didn’t think you’d try to kill me this way.”
You rolled your eyes at her slurred sarcasm, a sly smile playing at both your faces. Shaking your head, you handed Jill over to Carlos, helping her sober up just a little.
Rolling your head off to the side, you stare at Rebecca’s side profile as she yaps away, admiring the way her cheeks balled up when she smiled or the way her bangs were starting to get longer and tangle with her eyelashes every time she blinked.
Fuck. You’re thinking too much now. Those few mixed drinks you had earlier were finally starting to fully hit you, and you melted into the couch. Next thing you know, the smell of sweet alcohol pulls you from your drunken sleep, your eyes narrowing as you focus your vision on these freaks in front of you. Grumbling out something unintelligible, you move away on the couch as Claire and Jill are waving their cups near your face, trying to get you to wake up. The genre of the music changed, and the lights became way more aggressive, flickering and flashing in sync with every beat drop and burst of notes from each song. Eventually, you caved in, following Claire and Jill into the kitchen where the minibar was. Of course, it was still crowded. Jill was still highly intoxicated, but still sober enough to get around before she disappeared somewhere. You stood beside Claire, having her make you some drinks since the bartender wasn’t here.
Where was Michael Myers to serve their drinks?
You rubbed your temple as the thought made you faintly smile. A small jab on your arm pulled you from your thoughts, your head turning to face the jab. Claire slid you a small cup. You didn’t even want to know what the hell she made you but you didn’t care because the liquid was already down your throat.
One mistake out of many more that you’ll be making tonight.
Huffing out gasp, you nearly slammed the cup down on the counter as you looked at Claire, “Damn, that shit was strong.”
Claire’s eyes instantly widened as she looked at your now empty cup before looking back up at your face. “You drank it all?! That fast too??”
You squinted, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly before frowning. Not only was it strong, it hit you harder than Chris did whenever you two fought when training together. Slouching over the minibar’s counter, Claire gently rubs your back, saying something you just heard come out as nonsense. It took you a few seconds to realize Claire left you.
Dropping your head down on your forearms, you let out a shaky exhale while trying to steady your balance, using this chance of being alone to mentally prepare yourself if you blackout tonight. Damn you for even thinking you could ever be alone at a place like this. You thought Claire returned when you felt a shadow cast over your left side. You lifted your head in the slightest, only to have your nostrils assaulted by the strong smell of weed mixed with some sweet perfume and cologne. The lights flashed from pink to a bright yellow, blinding you as you tried to focus on who the hell was standing beside you. Your expression softened slightly when you realized it was Sherry. She held onto your arm, gently shaking you as she spoke again, her voice sounding clearer this time.
“Helloooo, I said do you want to come upstairs with us?”
You blinked a few times before straightening your back, looking at Sherry before slowly nodding.
She had an arm linked around Jake’s, your eyes traveling behind her to meet with her companion’s. The two of you held eye contact for a little longer than needed, but what’s to expect from the son of a mastermind. Your eyes then traveled down, landing on a bottle of a familiar amber liquid before eventually following them up the flight of spiral stairs and onto the second floor, down a maze of dark hallways.
Jake opened the door for you and Sherry, handing you the bottle he held, allowing you three to slip into a somewhat spacious bedroom before closing the door behind himself, locking it.
The only lights on were from the LED lights, set on red, casting everyone and everything in a dreamy mood. You followed the pair towards the center of the room where a group of dressed up partygoers were bestowed upon the large bed. Jake and Sherry sat back against the headboard of the bed, both of their heads turning in sync for you to join them. You slipped between the two guys chatting beside the door, making your way through the bedroom and lightly sat down beside their legs. The bed was crowded with around 11 other people; five of them all towards the edge, some in the middle, and one more slouched against the headboard just like Sherry and Jake. Two ashtrays were in the middle of the groups on the blankets, a bit of ashes and crumbs littered the thick comforter. Not to mention the entire room was completely hotboxed from all the smoking, vaping, and who knows what else. Opening the door for you only let a bit of the smoke out.
Your eyes burned as you watched Sherry take a nice and fat hit, watching as she let the smoke cloud from out her lips before sucking back in, pulling off a nice ghost and handing the blunt over to Jake before her eyes met with yours. Your lips were around the small rim of the bottle, tongue burning from the whiskey as it went down your throat.
Damn, you’d never expect this sweetheart to smoke. You’d be ashamed to admit that you felt your panties grow slick from the sight.
Dragging your head out of your dirty thoughts, your eyes landed on the small dots of orange burning through black, lighting your eyes as your pupils regulate on the blunt in front of your face. Nervously accepting the blunt, and Jake took the bottle from you to allow you to grab the blunt. You carefully took it between your fingers, lifting it to your lips and letting them loosely wrap around it, sucking in just enough to satisfy your lungs. You’re not much of a smoker, so it doesn’t take a while for the weed to hit you.
Next thing you know you’re slumped back against Sherry, the back of your head resting on her upper stomach as she lets you rest in between her thighs, the sound of her voice vibrating up your ears. Feeling woozy and on cloud nine, you let your eyes stutter close, drowning in the more quieter music playing in the room along with the different voices filling your ears.
After what you thought was hours but were only minutes, your eyes open when you feel hands on your shoulders, dragging down your arms. Your face instantly heats up when you feel soft lips ghosting over the back of your neck, nipping small kisses over your skin.
A shaky breath tightens in your throat, your back stiffening as you realize what’s happening.
Everyone that was on the bed was gone, having heard them say something about grabbing more drinks and doing some lines while you were under your drunken slumber. A breathy moan is quick to escape your lips when you feel hands groping at your chest, fingers gently fondling your flesh and you melt into her hands, back pressed flush against Sherry as you feel the bed cave in a bit. Looking off to your side through half lidded eyes, your gaze is met with Jake’s, his eyes low and red, watching as he leaned closer to you, hearing how your breath hitched in your throat when he’s kissing at your neck.
He sucks and kisses along the side of your collarbone, moving up to your neck, then throat, and now he’s kissing you. You turn your head to the side just a bit, deepening the kiss even further. The groping and massaging at your chest from Sherry mixed with the sensation of Jake’s lips on yours has you struggling to breathe, feeling euphoric from your high, your hands already dipping into your short skirt.
Jake’s hand is quick to follow with yours, his fingers covering yours as he mimics your circular motion over your clit, soft gasps of air puffing into his mouth as you moaned out. Sherry’s hands are now up beneath your bra. Damn you for allowing Claire to dress you up Tifa. Her soft fingers twist and rub your nipples, feeling them harden and causing your hips to jerk around with each pinch synced with each rub against your clit.
“Fuck…”
Was all you could manage to breathe out when you broke the kiss after a few more seconds of sloppy making out and subtle moaning. Your top is now off completely. A pretty risky thing to do since the three of you were once in a crowded room with guests that are bound to return soon, but that didn’t matter anyways since you’re already so deep in with these two. Plus, it felt way too good to stop now.
You let Jake replace your fingers with his, your hand sliding up his forearm and gripping his bicep, huffing out in short pants as his fingers rub wondrous circles against your clit, your hips grinding up to match with his movements before they slipped down and into you. His lips have never left your skin, sucking small hickeys into your flesh whenever he wasn’t kissing your skin. With your eyes rolled back into your skull, you lose yourself in the thoughts of what Sherry’s been teaching him. The thought just made you even more wet. Dirty bitch. Your eyes snap open when you feel his fingers begin to curl inwards slightly, just in the perfect way to kindle your gspot.
“Ooh, fuck…” You’re whimpering at this point, hair brushed back into Sherry’s hands, allowing her to pepper kisses all over your neck and shoulders, with Jake knuckles deep inside you and with an erection you can’t miss.
Your hand instinctively moves up to palm his erection, gently rubbing along the stiffness and hearing him grunt beside your head as his fingers falter inside you for a second, only for your fingernails dig into his flesh beneath the fabric of his shirt to whip him back into moving. Your hips are bucking up against his palm, clit kissing the base of his palm with each thrust of his fingers, your head rolling back against Sherry, high pitched whine-like moans spewing from your lips.
“Cum for me, pretty girl.” You hear Sherry whisper against your ear, her eyelashes tickling your hair, nostrils inhaling the scent of your hair and shampoo. Sherry uses Herbal Essences as well. Your eyes squeeze shut at Sherry’s words, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it in as Jake continued his welcomed assault against your pussy, finger fucking you into oblivion until you’re cumming all over his fingers, toes curled to the point where you’d be forming a cramp, dragging you out of your orgasm with a loud cry.
You howl at the feeling, his pace not slowing down as he continued to drag you into a second orgasm. Sherry is basically forced to cover your mouth, holding your body down, letting you slowly come down from your high.
Unfortunately, when the group left to grab more drinks and snacks, they didn’t close the door entirely. It was left open, just barely, but enough for you three to be seen by any peeping Tom. And who’s better for this other than Leon?
His belt is open with the ends pushed aside, along with the zipper to his jeans, pants and underwear pulled down just enough to sooth his sore. He’s leaned up close against the door, singular eye locked on what little he can see on the bed far from his view, breathing heavy and uneven as he’s struggling to properly stroke himself, knees buckling in with every moan you let out.
Before he’s even close to cumming, voices at the end of the hallway gather his attention, quick to slap him back into his pants and he’s scurrying off into a nearby bathroom.
Leon tried closing the door before the group arrived, and with privacy and knocking not existing in a place like this, the door swung open on the three up on the bed. Leon could hear the commotion from in the bathroom he hid in, hand over his mouth with his dick in the other, looking down at the tip with an embarrassed expression and eyes glued on the small beads of precum greeting him.
Jake is quick to cover the girls, allowing them to scream at the group and get the hell out while they redressed. The scene was embarrassing, but you’re pretty sure they couldn’t see you from this angle. You shake off the embarrassment and throw back on your bra and skirt, saying goodbye to the two and excusing yourself from the room. Thank god the group was further down the hallway, not seeing you as you slipped off to a nearby bathroom. The hallway was dark, and you didn’t even bother knocking on the door, falling against it as you opened it. To your horror, the bathroom was occupied. Of course you were too intoxicated to notice what the man in front of the sink was doing. You blurt out an apology, swinging the door shut before pressing your back up against it, sucking in a sharp sigh.
Leon was frozen in place, feeling like he was just electrocuted. His eyes were still glued on where you just were a few seconds ago, eyes still wide.
Before you get to move away from the door, it opens and you nearly collide with whoever was inside.
You stumble back a bit, a bit pissed off at whoever the hell this was until your eyes met with those same pretty blue eyes from before.
Leon.
You mirror his wide eyes, the two of you standing in front of the bathroom in an awkward silence that was nearly deafening.
“Shit— I’m sorry. Was just trying to use the bathroom.” You lied.
“Oh, no… no worries.” He awkwardly smiled, moving off to the side and out of your way to allow you to entire the bathroom.
Oh, he’s just as cute as the day you I met him. You were his first girlfriend, but he wasn’t your first boyfriend. You and Leon had been together for nearly two years, before things got out of hand over on his side, drama you don’t wish to remember about that caused you to cut him off completely. Of course, within those two years you and Leon experimented with one another every here and there. The first time was awkward as hell, but the next few times just got better and better. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss that dick. Or mouth.
You didn’t hear what Leon said as you just blankly stared at him, obvious to him that you were spacing out on him. Too curious to ask what was going on in your head, Leon guided you into the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you as you wandered in.
That’s when you finally felt it.
Your mouth salivated and you knew you were fucked.
Rushing to the toilet, you opened the lid and threw up. Your retching sounds filled the bathroom, mixing in with the music vibrating throughout the walls from downstairs. They changed the music genre again, making it pretty obvious by blasting it loud enough you’re sure the whole neighborhood heard. Leon was already behind you, moving your hair out of the way as you finished your unwanted business.
“That must feel a lot better.”
Leon commented to try and lighten the mood, his eyes already watching you through the reflection of the large mirror in front of the sink, watching as you rinsed your mouth and drank from the faucet like you’ve been denied any form of hydration in days. You’ve never thrown up, never. Frog blinking, you narrow your eyes as you turn off the faucet, the bathroom drowning in silence.
Reality sunk in again, your brain finally registering that you were left alone in a bathroom with your ex. You huffed out a groan, slouching over the sink, giving Leon a perfect view of your ass. He was definitely checking you out before you turned around, leaning against the sink’s counter. Was it the cramp that somewhat ruined your orgasm or was it the fact that you were not on earth right now? Surely you couldn’t have been this touch starved, but the weed and alcohol in your system proved otherwise, only serving you as nothing more than intrusive. Breathing heavily, you looked up at Leon, eyes droopy and clearly begging for more, to which he shyly waited for you to initiate something - he knew you so well.
Discreetly moving closer to him, your breathing became a bit more ragged before your arms shot up, wrapping around his neck to pull him into a sloppy kiss. Boy, was he a good kisser. He may not look like it, but with you, he learned just about everything you asked him to. Maybe you were just drunk. Leon matched each kiss with equal fervor, ignoring the fact that you literally threw up not even 4 minutes before. The kiss became more intense as your body language begged him for more. Your hands slid down to grip his biceps, palms wrinkling his shirt, really feeling his muscles beneath his clothing. Leon pushed your body back up onto the counter fully. You forgot how huge his hands were as they’re already grabbing onto your breasts, remembering everything you showed him and exactly how you liked being touched. He pushed Tifa’s bra-like top over your breasts, allowing them to drop free for him to quickly suckle on. Your head fell back as your heavy breathing trailed off into breathy gasps, each burst of air coming out as a whiney moan.
Dropping down to his knees, you felt a bit embarrassed as Leon bunched up Tifa’s short skirt up your hips and waist, giving him a beautiful view of your panties. You didn’t wear anything fancy beneath, of course you didn’t. You didn’t expect any of this to happen tonight at all. Leon glanced up at you, eyes glossy and cheeks subtly rosy as his pretty blue eyes innocently met with yours, asking to take things further, to which you replied to with another more audible moan. His hands slipped beneath your skirt, allowing you to hold the leatherlike fabric up while his fingers pushed aside your panties. And wow, he was quick to get to work. Just like he always did. He wanted to make sure to not keep you waiting and satisfy you first, always so gentle and caring but you’d wish he’d be more rough with you.
The second his lips attached to your clit, an unexpected guttural groan erupted from your throat, one of your hands quick to cover your mouth as Leon purposefully quickened his pace, taking the pleasured sound as a go. His lips were working around your clit in a sucking motion, making sure his tongue added to the sensation as well. Your hips involuntarily bucked into his face, pleading for more but he took his sweet time, drawing and pulling every little sigh and moan that slipped from your mouth. Your eyes squeezed shut, toes curling inside your boots, before they flew open when you felt his finger slide inside you with such ease.
“Oh, fuck… fuuuck.”
Your hand moved away from your mouth, fingers digging and tugging at his hair, ruining his somewhat slicked back hairstyle for his costume. Sorry Patrick Bateman.
You could feel Leon smiling against you, as if he was taunting you for remembering how good he always ate you out. The cold of his teeth pressed against your warmth, causing your eye to twitch. Sliding in another finger, your head rolled over your shoulders, more and more lewd sounds drooling from your lips as you felt that delicious familiar feeling from earlier brew up again. You were basically panting at this point, chest heaving up and down as you struggled to stay upright on the counter.
Your thighs threatened to close around his head which finally pulled him away, only his mouth. Chin and lips glimmering with your slick, he looked up at you, fingers still digging inside of you. Like he was asking if he was doing a good job sucking you off. God, it was so fucking hot to see him like this; those eyes alone could make you come down all over him.
“Hold these aside for me, please.” Leon murmured, letting you hold your panties to the side before he reattached his mouth over your clit, another loud moan escaping from your throat. Lower body wriggling around on top the counter, Leon’s hands slipped down to the sides of your thighs, your legs over his shoulders as he pulled you a bit closer to the counter’s edge to make things easier. His grip on your thighs only added to the fuel, calves already tensing up behind his shoulders.
Your back arched further and further in while your hips ground against his face in a synchronized manner with each movement he made in and on you - eyes squeezing shut you started seeing S.T.A.R.S. Leon’s eyes were on you the whole time, admiring the way your face twisted from pleasure, feeling himself already so worked up from the mess he’s gonna make of you.
“You gonna cum?”
Leon spoke up from below you in between sucks and kisses, voice a bit hoarse, tongue gliding and swirling over your clit. You wanted to, you wanted to so badly, but you really didn’t want this moment to end so soon. Your hips bucked and wiggled in his hold, everything making breathing nearly impossible for you from how amazing his mouth felt latched onto you, sucking you dry but only making you more of a wet mess. “Fuck yes, fuck yes-yes-yes-yes!”
You cried out, not caring anymore for how loud you were being. Again, Leon smiled again as he pulled away. Of course he would. You wanted to be mad at him for ripping away your well needed orgasm, but since he was the one bringing you there, you had no right to be mad at him.
“Sorry,” he murmured out, standing up completely now and nearly pressing his chest against yours to lean beside your head, a hand resting on your knee, allowing you both to get in a more comfortable position, “I’ll let you finish.”
And he did. With your hand still holding your panties to the side, his hand moved away from your knee, two of his fingers gliding over your overly slick folds, earning a low hiss from you. Leon placed a few kisses along the side of your head, really wanting to smell you. As if tasting you wasn’t enough. God, he missed you so much.
Leon moved his head back down to your neck, ghosting a few kisses along your collarbone and shoulder as if to soothe you as his fingers slid further down and pushed into you. You winced a bit, the new angle really making you feel his fingers inside. You huffed out a chain of curses when Leon’s fingers began twisting and thrusting inside of you, your walls struggling not to squeeze him too much. He’s already drunk off the way you clench around his fingers, now he’s imagining how you would feel around his cock. You squeeze and pulse around Leon’s fingers as you ride them, letting him know how close you were, as if he can’t already tell when you’re about to cum. With his free hand, Leon’s fingers lightly rest above the trembling hand you have hooked around your panties, struggling to keep them out of the way for him. Leon’s fingers splay out, thumb moving down to rub and circle your clit. You taught him this one only a few months before you two broke up. A shame. Your whimpers and gasps become more and more pitched as you call his name in a lauded cry.
“Ooh, ohhh, fuck! Leon, L—Leon… ‘m so close…” Oh, he can’t wait to ruin you. Really ruin you. Maybe this could be his petty comeback at you, but even so he would never act on doing something like that to you.
“Y-Yeah?” He breathes out as he moves his head back up. “Please.”
Damn did Leon know how to push you over. As if the orgasm Sherry and Jake brought you to wasn’t enough, this one was soul sucking. You came all over his fingers, loving how submissive Leon always acted despite him taking lead majority of the time. Sucking in a sharp breath, your hands flew to cover your mouth as Leon tossed you over the edge, drowning you in a well needed orgasm from him, one that you missed so much, you hate to admit. With his fingers knuckles deep inside your pussy, Leon can feel your walls spasm and clench around them, feeling you grow even more wet as you came hard around him, your own fingernails digging into the flesh of your cheeks to stifle your struggled cries.
He still kept his thumb over your clit, applying just the perfect pressure down while fingerfucking you through your orgasm, Leon let you come back down before his fingers slipped out from your sopping cunt, his tongue already lapping away at your fluids before kissing your cheek, letting the short skirt slide down your hips.
“One more drink for the road?” You blurt out with a subtle slur, pointing over at Claire.
“Hell no! Get your ass home and get some water and sleep!” Claire called back with a smirk, waving you and Leon off before turning around to yap away with Chris and the others.
“Let’s just get you home.” Leon whispers to you with a soft smile, arm wrapped behind your back, hand gently holding onto your waist as he guides you through the still crowded living room and towards the front door, the cold night air slapping your face when you stepped outside. To your misfortune, you didn’t live too far from the Redfields. Only down the street, same neighborhood though.
But even so, the neighborhood was big. You slipped into the passenger seat to Leon’s car, watching him through your peripheral vision as he closed the door for you and made his way into the drivers seat. The two of you sat in the dark, the faint streetlights barely pooling in while the silence poked at your gut.
With both of his hands on the steering wheel, Leon turned his head to face you, looking at you for a few quiet seconds before asking, “Do you still live at 43321?”