Warnings:Explicit sexual content (18+), public/risky sex, unprotected piv, creampie, strong language.
The team’s van is too full, so you have to sit on Leon’s lap for the ride. He tries (and fails) to hide how turned on he gets, the bumpy road making everything worse… until he finally snaps and pulls you out for a desperate fuck against the side of a gas station..
The blacked-out van was packed. Driver up front, three agents in the middle row, two stretched across the back bench with the gear. That left you with exactly one option: Leon’s lap. He looked mortified when the others joked about it.
“Just sit,” he muttered, ears turning pink. “We don’t have time for this.”
Secretly, you were thrilled the van was too full… because it meant ending up right where you’d wanted to be: on Leon’s lap. The second you lowered yourself onto him, you felt the warm, solid muscle of his thighs, and the unmistakable outline of his cock pressing up against your ass through his cargos. Jeez, he was packing. Leon froze, one hand hovering awkwardly at your waist like he didn’t know where to put it. The van pulled out onto the road. Every pothole and sharp turn rocked you against him. At first he tried to play it cool, staring hard out the tinted window, jaw clenched tight. But you could feel him getting harder by the second his cock swelling thick and heavy, nestling right between your cheeks, throbbing with every bump.
“Shit… sorry,” he whispered hot against the back of your neck when the driver struck an even bigger pothole. The van bucked wildly, grinding you roughly along the full, throbbing length of Leon’s cock. "You know, when there's a big gaping hole in the middle of the road, one tries to avoid it!" He yells towards the driver, making you chuckle.
His fingers finally settled lightly on your hip, trembling slightly as he fought the urge to pull you closer. He sounded genuinely flustered, like he was praying you wouldn’t notice how rock-hard he was getting because of you. But the road was awful. Another series of bumps had you grinding down involuntarily, and Leon let out a soft, choked sound, not even trying to hide his arousal anymore.
"Jesus Christ, what is the government doing with our taxes?" His cock twitched hard against you, leaking enough that you started to feel the damp heat through the fabric. Still, he kept his touch hesitant, thumb brushing nervous little circles on your waist, too shy to do more with the team right there. You shifted deliberately, rolling your hips in a slow circle. Leon’s breath hitched sharply.
“Don’t— fuck, don’t move like that,”
he pleaded quietly, voice cracking with restraint. His hand slid higher up your thigh, almost on its own, fingers brushing the seam of your pants.
The tension snapped when the van hit a rough patch. You rocked harder and Leon finally broke, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, pulling you flush as he gave one helpless upward grind, cock rubbing into you. By the time the driver slowed for a checkpoint, Leon was panting softly against your neck, one hand sneaking in your panties and rubbing slow, shaky circles over your clit while the others were distracted. The second the van stopped, his shyness vanished. He gripped your hips and pulled you out with him, mumbling something about “needing a snack.”
The moment you were out of sight, he spun you around.
“Couldn’t take it anymore,” he rasped, no longer shy as he yanked his pants down just enough. His cock sprang free flushed and painfully hard. “Been dying the whole ride because of you.”
He pushed into you in one deep, desperate thrust, both of you moaning as he bottomed out. Leon fucked you hard and fast against the wall with one hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds, the other gripping your hip tight. All that shy restraint from the ride poured out of him until he came with a broken groan, burying himself deep and filling you with hot, thick pulses until you were dripping down your thighs.
He stayed pressed against you afterward, pressing soft kisses to your neck like an apology. "…We should probably get back before they notice,” he murmured, still a little shy, cock twitching inside you. But the way he lingered told you this mission had just gotten a lot more complicated.
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