Summary: After meeting at a coffee shop while you were managing the whole cafe early in the morning, Leon asked for your number, which then led to a series of events.
Words: 6.6K
Tags: angst, smut, fingering, car sex, workaholic Leon
A/N: Happy reading! (:
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A few weeks back, you started working at the coffee shop around the noisy part of the city, bustling streets, skyscrapers towering over the area, and multiple people coming in and out the cafe every single day. It was just a side-job. You were bored out of your mind and you figured you can earn a little income doing a thing you do in your every-day life, make coffee. For a bit, you thought it wouldn't be a difficult job, but after a bit, you figured out that it was.
Customers were mean, moody, irritatingâas if someone pissed on their cup of coffeeâbut there were days when you would get lucky. Customers were also nice; giving well-loved tips, asking how your day was, complimenting the way you look. But with each individual you had to serve, the coffee needed to be perfect, whether the person was annoying, nice, or fairly attractive.
It was where you met him. It was your usual shift, around six in the morning and at this time the only people who visit would be those who go to work and school to buy their early-morning energy boosters, so you were alone. While stocking up on the pastries and sweets, you heard the door squeak open, reminding you to call the maintenance guy. Averting your focus from stocking up, you made your way towards the counter, dusting up the espresso-colored apron you were required to wear.
Your gaze was on the screen, quickly tapping it seeing if you had already turned it on to list down the orders. "Good morning, what can I get for you for today?" a cheerful voice left your lips before you glanced up, staring for a second or two. A tall man stood behind the counter, dusty-blonde slightly messy hair that complimented the bright blue eyes he had which captured your attention. He had a muscular build, which was further enhanced by the dark-blue fitted shirt he wore.
After eyeing him for more then a second, you came to the conclusion that this was a new costumer. Even though you don't mean to do so, you knew who the regulars were and sometimes you even know who comes in once a week, but this person, you've never seen because you'd surely remember if you did. "Good morning, an order of black coffee, with a pack of brown sugar on the side." His voice matched the way he looked and you couldn't help but stare.
"Alright, uhh.." you blinked once before clearing your throat. "What size would you like your coffee to be?" You looked back and forth from the blonde and the screen, pressing the option signifying black coffee.
"A medium black coffee for�" after pressing a few more buttons, your gaze lifted from the screen, staring at him for a second before hearing him speak up. "Leon."
Everyday at six in the morning Leon would order the same thing: a plain, medium, black coffee with a packet of brown sugar. This went on for about a month and you couldn't help but overthink every little thing, five minutes took over your mind for the rest of the day. You remembered when you decided to get a simple blow-out this one day for an upcoming event you had, and you were greeted with a compliment from him. "Your hairâŚIt looks nice."
After that specific compliment, every new day, he brought a new compliment along with himâyour hair, your eyes, your voiceâand once he ran out of compliments he would just start up a small conversation. You always offer a pleasing smile and a light conversation with him.
As you continued to build up your confidence with each passing day, you realized that today was the day that you will muster up your courage to ask him out. It was funny, probably weird but he complimented you daily, gave you this certain look, a certain smile, and it didn't hurt to try.
"Good morning, how was the book you talked about the other day?" Leon started up another conversation like always while you tapped the screen placing his usual order. "It was great actually, pretty fun read..." you hummed until you got cut off by his voice.
"Actually, I'd like to add a medium iced latte." Upon hearing the words leave his mouth you almost froze, but instead you just nodded and gave him a little smile before punching the new order in. Leon ordering something new, it caught you off-guard, and for a second you began to think, was it for a co-worker? a partner? So you pushed away all your plans to ask him out today.
As soon as you punched the order in, you got to work. The machine whirred when you plugged in the espressos, the smell of fresh beans filling up the cafe and while waiting for the espresso to finish, you grabbed two cups, filled one with ice and set another aside. It was a missed opportunity, maybe if you could have just asked earlier, he would have said yes. Maybe it's just for his co-worker, though you never knew his line of work--Leon was secretive.
You prepared both of the coffees, calling out his name while waiting for him with both drinks placed on the counter. "Who's the other drink for? Hope they enjoy it," you hummed, it was not bad to be curious, was it?
Your eyes widened, blinking a few times attempting to recall the word that just left Leon's lips. "What?" it was all you could mutter out while you were in shock. "I just noticed that you like to drink lattes, you mentioned it.. once.. also saw you once making it along with my drink." He gave you a smile, his hand was wrapped around the cold cup of latte, pushing it further down the counter towards you.
"Me? Wha.. what? why?" you muttered, eyes glancing down at the iced latte, then back up at the blonde hair guy in front of you.
"A drink, for a number?" Leon replied to your question, which left you even more speechless, standing there some crazed person with your lips parted, blinking repetitively before tilting your head to the side.
"My number?" you hummed, thinning your lips, glancing back and forth before he nodded with a smile across his face, quickly attempting to find his phone, going through all his pockets in what seems to be with panic before calming down once he grabbed the black-cased phone, handing it to you.
You glanced down Leon's phone, noticing the boring lock screen he had on before looking back up into his striking blue eyes, noticing him staring straight at you. "Uh.. it's locked-" you muttered, an embarrassed smile appeared on his face, grabbing the phone off your hand, unlocking it as quickly as he could. "fuck," he muttered a curse underneath his breath, leaving you to chuckle lightly. Once he handed you back the opened phone, you typed in your number, testing it with a message, a smiling emoji, hitting send then hearing something ring in your pocket.
Handing him back his phone, you smiled. "Thanks for the latte Leon, I appreciate it," you hummed as he got the phone off your hand, fingers brushing up against each other before you quickly pulled away, your own hands grabbing the latte he bought for you. "Thanks for your number," he responded. "Have a good day at work today." Your eyes lit up, it was a new phrase that came from him, your lips curled into a smile. "You too," you chuckled.
Once he left the cafe, you felt a vibration on your back pocket, quickly you scrabble around for your phone, opening the screen, being greeted with a notification from a new number.
'coffee you made was good today.'
A scoff left you, rolling your eyes playfully at your screen before pressing on the notification, opening the message, and typing out a reply.
Before you even get the chance to hide the phone back into your denim pants' pocket his message appeared swiftly.
'always is.'
'its just that it came with something else.'
"Excuse me? I'd like to order? I've been waiting here for a minute now." The smirk on your face quickly faded, stuffing your phone back into your pants before walking back up at the register and bringing out your usual smile, with an irritated gaze. "I apologize, what can I get you?"
A few weeks of back and forth conversations on the screen of your phone and small talk whenever he'd order his morning coffee before his work. And like clock work Leon ordered his usual, bringing up the movie you were watching last night that you mentioned over text. And all of a sudden he spoke up as you placed his order on the screen.
âWould you like to go out..?â Leon said. "Away from this coffee shop, get to know each other more, aside from how you are, what coffee you like.." He added while you stood there in utter shock, your finger still hovering over the 'print receipt' button.
"You mentioned the Italian restaurant over text, the new one around the corner, said you wanted to try it out," he continued to talk, tilting his head to the side as he stared at you. "I was just wondering if you'd like to tryâ" while he spoke you cut him off. "Yes."
Now here you were, clothes piled up on the mattress of your bed and the wooden floors of your bedroom as you attempt to look for the best outfit you could come up with for a dinner date Leon planned. Your closet was a mess. "I haven't cleaned this shit up in a while, fuck," you muttered underneath your breath, groaning as you grabbed another black dress off the hanger. You had about 30 minutes until he gets to your apartment complex, texting you 'I'll be there at 7.' Your time was ticking.
Rummaging through your closet for the best clothing article you'd bought over the years, throwing it onto the pile on your bed when you thought it was a possible candidate and throwing it on the floor if it wasn't. Finally you came across a simple and sleek red dress. Maybe it was too simple for a date, but it was the best option compared to a short, suggestive, and glittery party dress and a gold dress that you wore for new years, which have yet to return to one of your friends.
Quickly separating the dress from the hanger, you walked swiftly towards your mirror, holding up the red dress over you, noticing the way it reached your knees and how possibly still fits. It was plain, but perfect, recalling the last time you wore it would be two years back, attending a work-event from your previous job. A notification went off from your phone, followed by three other, your eyes widened with excitement, rushing to the pile of clothes you discarded on your bed and throwing it around one by one until you found the glowing screen.
'I'm sorry. Can't go today.'
'Stuck up at work.'
'I'll make up for it.'
'really am sorry'
Was Leon really standing you up? A frown played on your lips before the grip around your phone loosened, your brows furrow, shaking your head and pressing his nameâa coffee emojiâopening his message and staring at it for a short moment. You didn't even know where he actually worked, did he really stand you up or was he actually busy with his job? You attempted to type out a message or two, trying not to sound petty, angry, or irritated.
'its alright!'
'better make up for it tho..'
It wasn't long before another message from Leon appeared.
'yeah?'
'ill buy you coffee for a week.'
You couldn't help but scoff at his message with a hopeful smile on your face before rolling your eyes and replying.
'Coffee that ill make?'
'u can do better'
The next day, he never came. Leon never dropped by the coffee shop at 6:15am to order his usual black coffee or to start a small conversation with you. Maybe you were worried, but you shook your worry off, many things can happen, maybe he was sent away for his work, called in sick, you'd never know.
A week passed and you had not seen Leon in the coffee shop or received a message from him and as the person you are, you kept on messaging him. Little updates you'd usually give to each other; photos of restaurants you want to try, movies and movie reviews, book reviews. But after four days you stopped, maybe it was his way of saying he wasn't interested in you. You blocked him off your thoughts for a bit.
It wasn't until another week passed you saw Leon back at the cafe, thinning your lips and attempting to look neutral, you don't treat him like the special customer that he was. "Good morning, what can I get for you for today?" the automated words left your lips, avoiding his gaze and staring at the bright screen. "You're mad," a soft voice left him, which caught your attention, glancing up at him and meeting his gaze after two whole weeks.
"No, I'm simply doing my job," you made a smart-ass comment before straightening up your posture, tilting your head to the side while giving him a certain sarcastic look. "You have the right to be mad you know," with the same tone of voice he replied, ignoring your comment about doing your job.
"Leon, I don't have the time for your bullshit, just give me your damn order so I can do my job," you stood your ground firm, after all he showed his disinterest in you, ghosting you over text and even in real life. "Your job? There's no one around." Leon replied, raising his brows and giving you grin, which irritated you.
"I'm going to clean the coffee machine smartass, part of my job," you scoffed before finally crossing your arms over your chest.
"Look I'm sorry, didn't mean to leave you dry for the past weeks," he muttered, the smug look on his face washed off by something more genuine and apologetic. "Well you did."
No one was inside the coffee shop at the moment, the only sound would be the background music playing from the speakers making a soft beat and the buzzing of the coffee machine you used a few minutes ago for your own good, making yourself a latte, and of course the loud noise of the silence between the two of you. "I had a mission, I had work abroad⌠and I had to go AWOL," he said breaking the silence.
You were curious, and it was obvious you were. Your brows raised, head tilted to the side. "Mission?" you questioned, getting a reaction from Leon, while your curiosity piqued about who he actually was, what he does, and what he meant by mission. For a second it seemed like he was building up a lie before a sigh left his lips, staring straight into your eyes. "I have a complicated line of work."
You almost scoffed, raising your brows at him before making up another sarcastic comment to combat him, "making coffee is quite complicated, you have to know the right amount of espresso, milk, the temperature--" you were cut off by him.
"Alright smartass," Leon joked before he quickly reassured you with the comment he gave. "I'm sorry, okay? I should've sent you an update, though it was hard when you're supposed to be AWOL and you're being tracked by people who are trying to kill you."
Kill? Track? Jesus Christ what line of work was this man in? The whole few months you've known each other you knew the basic things about him, favorite color, what he does in a daily basis, some parts of his past, but that was itâ it never hit you that you never knew the most basic thing about him, his occupation. "Kill? Maybe you're overcomplicating things, you just pull out a phone and type out the letters 'h' and 'i' then press the big send button."
A scoff left his lips before giving you a grin, which you didn't know whether this was sarcastic or just a grin. "I work for the U.S. Government, an agent, I get sent on missions to retrieve or save," the short introduction of his work left you speechless, standing their in amusement but also irritation. Though you found it cool, he still stood you up.
"It's hard to find time outside the job.. to go out and on dates.." he added as you attempt to comprehend the words he was saying. "And I'm sorry, I was sent to Spain, a rural place, no signal. That's why I wasn't able to send updates," Leon continued to explain what happened over the past two weeks, why he left the fifteen messages you sent on delivered.
"I'll make up for it, once I get back on the desk-job to work on the reports. Tomorrow night at 8?" It sparked your interest, lifting your head up and finally allowing yourself to speak up after staying quiet for a bit, processing all the information you were overloaded with at 6 in the morning. "no.. yeah, no, I meanâyes." You cleared your throat before nodding.
"The sushi restaurant you sent me the other day."
This went on for a few more times, the sushi date got cancelled because he got sent to another place randomly, though this time he texted you an update, apologizing ahead of time and planning another date ahead of time. But that next date also got cancelled after being sent to some location with a complicated name you can't seem to pronounce. As soon as he got back home Leon messaged you an update with a follow-up message.
'Let's try this all over again, from the start.'
'The Italian restaurant.'
'we never got to try it.'
Leon requested that you be there at 7pm, he'll be waiting for you he said. You ran around your apartment at 5pm after receiving the message from him and replying with a simple 'ok.' which didn't really match the excitement you were feeling with the date finally being continued once and for all.
Wearing the long, silky, red dress that emphasized each curve of your body, after two years it still fit you, though a bit snug, it was beautiful. Once you got to the restaurant, reserving a table for two, the waiter asked if you'd like to order something for the third time in a row, declining him for the first two times before giving in and ordering red wine before they kicked you out for sitting there and not bothering to order anything. You pressed your screen to read the time '7:49pm' quite late for the call-time of 7pm, but you decided to wait.
It wasn't until 8:15pm until you gave up, an hour and fifteen minutes of waiting for nothing at all. You skimmed through the menu about twenty times, reading each item in detail from the appetizers to the alcoholic drinks while sipping the red wine they served you. You decided to call for the bill, it was getting late and the waiter was probably pissed at you already, you didn't wanna embarrass yourself further, more than you already were.
When the waiter arrived to hand you the paid bill, you scoff at the $15 overpriced glass of red wine before grabbing the receipt, stuffing it inside your black purse, standing up and dusting the dress you wasted. "Where are you going?" A voice from behind you caught you off-guard, but it just pissed you off. Turning around you saw the look on Leon's face, that same apologetic look staring straight into your eyes looking for forgiveness. Glancing down, catching the formal attire he was wearing, a fancy looking black suit with a full on tie.
"What do you mean where are you going? I've been waiting for an hour, the servers hate me, and you show upâ" you were cut off by the softest voice you've heard leave a man's mouth. "I'm sorry, I messed up the time.. they said that I'll get back at 6 but they extended till 7."
"What theâwhere the fuck were you even?" you raised your voice at Leon, placing your purse back on the chair, crossing your arms and waiting for a reply, a proper one. It was clear that everyone's eyes were on the both of you as you were disturbing the restaurant's quiet and peaceful ambience. "Washington D.C. for an award that I had to receive from the president and the flight home was movedâ"
"You didn't think to send a message 'oh i'll be an hour late' or just a simple 'ill be late'?" For a bit you paused, staring at the people who stared back at you before they shifted their gaze away, you almost scoffed. "I had to wait and look stupid for a whole hour," you muttered in a lower voice. Grabbing your purse from the chair, you held it close to you and before Leon could say one more word, you rushed out of the restaurant.
You could feel all the stares you got from each person in the restaurant, even the waiter who served you had his eyes set on you. And all you actually felt was embarrassment and irritation, thinking of each moment Leon stood you up and this timeâthe only time you made it to the restaurant he made you wait. Each step you took your heels made a clanking sound, disrupting the quiet nature of the restaurant.
Pushing the glass door open, you stood outside realizing that you took a cab going to the restaurant, already wasting your $15 on the overpriced glass of wine you had no more money to spend. You stood on the sidewalk, regretting not bringing a shawl or a simple jacket to cover yourself up from the cool breeze which was not broadcasted earlier, wrapping your arms around yourself.
You paused, calculating the expenses and the minutes you're possibly going to waste walking back to your apartment complex you scoffed. "I'm sorry, let me take you home," a voice from behind you messed with your thought process.
"You know what no," you stood your ground, scoffing before turning around to face Leon, "You stood me up for like how many times now, and you know what I would understand that you have work, a fuckin' agent or something, but I don't get why you just won't text me Leonâ"
Pausing for a second, you cut yourself off realizing that he did text you, just not today. Clearing your throat, you shook your head and stood your ground. "I mean.. well.. today." Leon had his eyes set on you and you couldn't help but stare back into his, noticing how blue his eyes actually were up close.
"I'm sorry, I won't come up with excuses to defend myselfâ" You scoffed, staring at Leon with an annoyed gaze. "See! This is why I can't even be mad at you!" finally exclaiming at him, your hands landing on his formal-looking suit, pushing him lightly. "You're reasonable so I have no reason to be mad, which makes me even more mad at you!" groaning as you still kept your hand, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit jacket, avoiding eye contact while staring at the plain black tie he had on.
"And we're not even together.. I have no right," you scoffed after hearing yourself, how idiotic you sounded in front of him. It was all until you felt a calloused thumb and finger gripping your chin, moving your head to look up at him, your gaze straight into his eyes.
Though your gaze was into his eyes, you couldn't help but glance down his lips sneakily before looking back at him realizing that he did in fact notice, reciprocating it, his blue gaze glancing down your red lipstick stained lips.
In front of the bright lighting of the Italian restaurant and the empty streets of the quiet part of the city, wherein the street lamps were warm, the small shops surrounding the area beginning to close, you and Leon were the only two people outside on this side of the sidewalk.
While staring up and down from his eyes to his lips for about a few seconds realizing he probably wasn't going to make a move you took a step closer towards him, leaving only a small gap between both of you. As more time began to pass you were about to make a move until you felt the way Leonâs hand drifted from your chin towards the back of your neck, pulling you in, lips slowly pressing up against each other. Your eyes fluttered for a bit before finally closing them, your hands moving from gripping his suit jacket to palms flat on it.
The kiss was soft, light, and maybe even affectionate, the way his lips were pressed up against yours, it was softer than you'd expect it to be. You felt his hand move, his fingers slowly finding its way towards each strand of your hair, a soft hum leaving your lips from the sensation.
As soon as you lost your breath, you pulled away from the kiss, keeping your faces close to each other, your noses still brushing as you opened your eyes. "Can you drive me home⌠I didn't bring my car, it's cold out," a light mutter left your lips, which caught him off-guard, letting out a chuckle creating a distance between the two of you. "Yeah, no, of course," he replied. "My car's parked there," he added pointing at the black car parked by the street.
"You're cold? Didn't tell me earlier, I could've.." Leon caught the words you said previously, his hands leaving your body before yours left his too as he grabbed his suit jacket, removing it and swiftly placing it over your bare shoulders and red silky dress which was something not suitable to wear in cold weather. "You really didn't have to Leon," you scoffed before placing your hand over his until he shook his head. "I insist."
After more back and forth bickering over nothing while making your way towards his car, he had his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him as your heels clanked against the concrete sidewalks. Leon's arms unravel around your waist as he reaches for the door handle of the passenger car door, opening it for you, waiting for you to settle in before closing the door and rushing towards the drivers side.
His car was clean, sleek, but also plain and boring. The smell is fresh yet a bit musk and strong which came from the perfume he wore, your eyes wandered around the inside of his car, attempting to take note of every visible detail he had out, though he didn't have much or anything at all. It wasn't that long before the door opened, catching your attention as he went inside his car, starting up the car, making a noise.
You mentioned where you lived, the apartment complex you stayed at, though he replied that he already knew because of the first date that was cancelled, a soft scoff left your lips after hearing him bring it up once more. The ride home was simple, radio on the background, while you and him had short conversations over random moments and experiences you'd both had.
It was new, comfortable, and dare you say fun. It took about 7 minutes to get back to your place, and as soon as Leon parked in front of your apartment complex your lips curled into a frown. The car lights turned on, you looked outside the windows noticing barely any building lights on and people walking on the streets around this time of the night. "I'm sorry again, about earlier, leaving you waiting," an apologetic voice left him as you turned to look.
"I know that I messed up.. a lot, so I just wantedâ" you cut him off as you abruptly hovered over the handbrake and gearstick, grabbing his white long-sleeved shirt, pulling him against you as you mashed your lips against his, all in one swift move.
Your grip tightened on his shirt for a few more seconds as his hand made its way towards the back of your neck once more, pulling you in closer, and holding you tightly, while his other hand gripped your waist, leading you over the center console of the car, towards the drivers' seat. You hovered over him, legs slowly getting comfortable on both sides of the seat, your hands letting go of his shirt, moving towards his shoulders as you leaned down.
The whole time you moved around both your lips were locked in, and this time the kiss was different, it wasn't soft and apologetic, it was needy and a bit messy. Before you get dragged in further into the moment you realized that the lights were still opened, illuminating both of you inside of the car. While you kept your other hand on his shoulder and your lips locked, your free hand fumbled around with the overhead buttons, until finally pressing the right one. Once the lights closed, both of you were left in the dark, the only thing lighting up the car was the symbols of the different car buttons.
You felt his chuckle against your lips which earned him a hum coming out of yours. Both his hands settled down on your waist, Leon's grip was tightânot enough to hurt you, but enough to signify that he was pulling you down. Leon didn't want you to hover over him, he wanted you on him.
As you felt him push you down, you allowed yourself to settle comfortable down on his lap, shifting around attempting to find the best spot as your grip on his shoulders supported you. While you continued to shift, you felt the vibration on your lips as he groaned, realizing that you moving around his lap created fiction, not only for you but also him.
You curse yourself inside as you regret wearing a long dress, fucking up everything, so as your lips still clashed against one another, light chuckles and hums leaving both of you, you hovered over him once more, your free hand fixing your dress, pulling it up until your thighs before settling back down. Each movement you made your dress rode up even further.
Leon's hands were all over you from the back of your neck, your waist, until it finally made its way down to your thighs, feeling the way his calloused hands gripped onto your bare thighs, fingers brushing up against your inner thighs as a low hum escaped your lips, in response to his touch. Using your thighs you closed his thighs in, shifting closer towards him, closing the space between you two, also using it as an excuse to grind against him.
"You wanna go to your apartment?" each word that left his mouth was spaced out, pulling out from the kiss and attempting to not break the flow of the kiss. A low hum left your lips against his, shaking your head before you pulled away. "No, no," you muttered, remembering how trashed and cluttered your apartment was today because of the amount of things you stressed over these past few days, along with the piles of clothes you had at home after trying to find another possible candidate for today's dinner.
A low chuckle left Leon's lips before he murmured an okay which was then followed by his hand moving further up your thigh, allowing your dress to ride up, and his finger hooking the band of your underwear in attempt to strip you off. Feeling the progression happening, you quickly took the suit jacket he gave you from earlier off, tossing it over the passenger seat, all while you lifted yourself up to hover over him, as he removed the lacy underwear you had on.
Not even a second after your panties were dropped on the car floor you felt his long finger slip inside you, the sound of wet slick filled the car before your lips parted against his and a hushed moan leaving you, forehead pressing up against him while the grip you hand on his shoulder tightened. "This okay?" Leon asked before you quickly nodded, repeatedly saying 'mhm' with your eyes still closed.
The kiss was slowly progressing to be a bit sloppy, saliva everywhere, teeth crashing against each other, tongues intertwining before you pulled away from him to keep your face hidden on his shoulder, burying your face down his neck. Your free hand moved towards his hand underneath your dress, your fingers gripping around his wrist as you guide him, moving his other finger as a sign to place another in.
And he does, once two fingers curled inside you, your mouth opened against his shoulder, biting down the shirt, your hands loosening its grip around his with a satisfied hum as he continues to bury his index and middle finger inside your walls and with each curl he made, you bit harder down onto his shoulder with a satisfied moan.
You take control of his pacing, allowing yourself to move to your liking. Maybe Leon was being a bit too respectful and soft and it was not the right time for that, you were needy and practically desperate. Your nails dig into his hand as you continued to control the pace, pushing his fingers deeper inside your walls, earning a loud moan from you as you felt his finger hit a sweet spot.
The noises of your slick filled up the car with each push further inside you he made, your wall squeezing his fingers as you continued to bit his shoulder and moaned until he was finally knuckle deep inside of you, curling his fingers and picking up his pace. "You're actually so fuckin' goddamn wet," a chuckle left Leon, your cheeks almost heat up before you grumbled underneath your breath "shut the fuck up."
Moaning his name like some kind of prayer, Leon finally picked up the pace, catching the nonverbal command you gave him from the way your hands attempted to control his once more, he followed your lead. Your grip loosening from his wrists while his fingers continued to fuck up your insides with each push and curl. His other hand wrapped around your waist to pull your body closer against his.
You were close, as embarrassing as it may seem how quick he got you so close and absolutely dripping, he was good, no denying it. While he further picked up his pace, another moan left your lips before a small mutter trying to warn him that you were close, though your words were too jumbled up to comprehend.
The wet sounds became louder and dirtier by each push Leon made deeper in your walls, and soon enough you gave in. A loud moan left your lips as you bit down hard onto his shoulder, reaching your limit and feeling the way your slick was dripping down all over his fingers down onto his clean and formal pants.
Once he pulled his fingers out of you, immediately, you felt so empty as he brought those same fingers between his lips as your thighs settles down on his lap and head lifting up from his shoulders. The scene was dirty, seeing the way Leon shoved his fingers into his mouth, licking your slick off his fingers all while you sat there hazy and shocked. But before you could even speak up about the dirty little act he pressed his lips up against yours and you were able to taste yourself on his lips. It was obscene, but fuck it made you even more turned on than you already were.
While Leon continued to mash your lips together, your hands made their way back down towards his pants, fidgeting with the button before he pulled his lips away from yours, his hands quickly gripping your wrists tightly. His eyes were set on you. "Maybe next time," he hummed.
Your brows raised, head tilted to the side before a little frown made its way towards your lips. "What..? but you.." you muttered while lifting your hands away from his pants, though as you sat on his lap you felt how disgustingly hard he was and that just made you want to have your hand around Leon's cock. "It's my way of saying sorryâŚ" he replied, catching you off-guard, a confused look on your face. "And I have to be back at the office at 10pm, they're going to debrief me about the mission I have tomorrow."
Your frown widened as you stared at him for a few moments before nodding. This meeting was the progression you both needed from this relationship you've been having for the past few months, but even though it was, he still had his job to accomplish as a special agent.. or whatever it was he told you. But as you guys get closer you hoped for more information on who he was and what he does.
"Okay," you hummed before you turned your back to reach for your new lacy pair of underwear on his car floor to pick it up. "Don't. Leave it here," he grabbed your arm, averting your attention from the car floor.
You raised your brows, chuckling lightly before scoffing and crossing your arms on your chest.
"I'll make up for it next time," he replied.
As you fix yourself up, dusting your dress, fixing your hair while you continued to hover over him, his gaze was just set on you, watching the way you moved which distracted you for a second. "Creepy much?" you scoffed at him, rolling your eyes playfully before finally tying your hair back after getting a whole blow out earlier.
"You're beautiful." Leon's compliment sent shivers down your spine, eyes fluttering a few times before your lips moved around, pursed, thinned, until finally curled into a small smile. "You're weird," you scoff back at him. "And you're gonna be late."
You opened the driver's car door, feeling the cool late-night breeze of the city hit your skin as soon as you took a step outside, finally getting off of him. You continued to dust yourself and your dress up attempting to look presentable for each person you pass by from Leon's car until your apartment door. "Let's try again, the Italian restaurant.. once I get back from my mission?" he brought it up, trying this thing between you two once more.
"Leon, I honestly think they have me banned there now," you replied with a sarcastic look on your face as you crossed your arms over your chest. He scoffed, chuckling as he set his hand on the steering wheel with the car door still opened. "Okay then, maybe sushi next time? I'll message you and I'll pick you up, no more waiting at the restaurant."
"I'd like that.." you hummed, unraveling your arms and setting it down on your side as one hand reached for his car door, nibbling down your lower lip. "Update me when your gone," you hummed before giving him a smile. Before you were about to shut the car door on him, he turned his head to look straight at you, giving you a playful little smile.
"Don't miss me too much."
