idk where tf i'm at!
ft. leon s. kennedy
Going clubbing with his friend in Ibiza sounded fun... until he got lost, and that asshole wouldn't pick up. Well, whatever, he was here to relieve some stress, not spend quality time with that idiot.
n. gn!reader, nsfw, PASSENGER PRINCESS LEON LOL, handjobs, semi-public (car sex)
"Luis, when you're done shoving your tongue down that guy's throat, call me back 'cause I have no idea where I am."
Leon cursed, running a hand through his hair; God, how unlucky could he be? First, the cab driver brings him to the wrong club, and then he gets ripped off by said cab driver? And now he was stranded in a random neighbourhood he most definitely didn't recognise, unable to contact the one local he knew... ugh.
Well, no use whining. There were clubs here, and clubs meant people. He could probably ask for directions. Or relieve some stress. Whatever.
As he approached the buildings, though, he felt a bit of his irritation fade, the music lightening up his mood a little. Plus, the eye candy wasn't half bad.
"Hola," he began, approaching the first person he saw on their own (which was probably a little creepy once he thought about it).
"Buenas noches," you responded with a smile nevertheless, looking him up and down. Fuck, you were hot.
He swallowed, trying to form a sentence without completely embarrassing himself. "Donde está el... uh..."
You laughed — fuck, you were laughing at him.
"I can speak English, don't worry," you finally said. "Relax. Are you looking for something?"
"Yeah. Yeah, uh, my friend sent me this address, but the cab brought me here." He held out his phone, showing an address that was a couple of neighbourhoods away. "You know where to find it?"
You nodded, recognising the place immediately. "Totally. I can drive you there if you want, I haven't had anything to drink yet, and my friend cancelled on me last minute anyway."
His eyes narrowed at you, probably assessing the threat you posed — he could easily neutralise you if needed.
"That'd be great, thanks," he finally responded, cracking a small smile. "How much?"
You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you opened the passenger seat. "I'm not a chauffeur. Just buy me a drink once we're there, yeah?"
He paused again, eyes flicking to your face before getting in. "Alright. Hey, I never got your name—"
"(#)," you responded quickly, slamming the door closed and reappearing in the driver's seat.
"That's a nice name." He busied himself with the safety belt, the polyester straining against his thick arms and chest. "I'm Leon."
Instead of replying, you shifted gears, the car roaring to life with a start — jeez, must be old, he thought. But once the car's rumbling stopped and the two of you were on the road, the silence was palpable.
The soft sound of rock music thrummed in the small space, doing nothing to alleviate the atmosphere; a heavy tension hung in the air, only intensifying when you brought a hand down to his thigh.
He definitely wished he wore something looser in the moment.
"So, are you here on vacation?" You finally spoke, eyes glued to the road.
"Huh? Oh, er, kinda. Just wrapping up something for work." He was obviously distracted, a warm tint rising on his cheeks.
"Do you work a lot?" Your eyes flicked towards him for a split second. "You look stressed."
He heaved a sigh, leaning his head back against the headrest. "Yeah, I guess. You can tell?"
You tapped at the spot between your brows, taking your hand off his thigh, much to his disappointment. "Frown lines. You should take more vacations."
"I wish." He smiled tiredly, rubbing at the creases on his forehead. God, you didn't know just how much he meant that. "At least my job brought me here, though."
"In a stranger's car?" You raised a brow, smiling teasingly.
"In a hot stranger's car," he added, immediately regretting his words upon blurting them out. What the fuck? He sounded like a total fucking sleaze. "Uh—"
Before he could get even more socially impaired, a laugh interrupted him, and he turned to see the amusement on your face, both hands on the wheel. "You're cute. Your friend mind if you're a little late?"
"I doubt he'll be there early," he sighed out, obviously at his wits' end with his friend.
"Perfect." You pulled over with an eager glint in your eye, parking in a slightly suspicious plot of asphalt between buildings. "Stay still."
He didn't realise what was happening until you were on top of him, thighs soft on either side of his pelvis. You could hear his breath hitch as you discarded your top, guiding his hands to your waist with a melodic laugh.
"Like what you see?" You ran a hand through his hair, not letting him answer as you enveloped his lips in yours.
He kissed as if entranced, (not-so) subtly grinding that protrusion in his jeans against you as he sucked on your lip. Your hands moved under his tight-fitting shirt, nails raking lightly across his skin before he pulled away, breathing raggedly.
"I like it so much... God," he panted, moving back in immediately to press his lips to yours once more.
He groaned as your hands travelled down to the front of his pants, palming over the zipper. You took your time to unbutton the garment, dragging the metal down through its teeth at a tantalising pace. It was torturous, but it was worth it when you caught sight of how aroused he was.
Tanned tip and hard as a rock, you smiled at the way it glistened with his excitement. It twitched under your soft touch, leaking as you ran your thumb over its smooth head.
His hips stuttered into your hand, a muffled grunt leaving his swollen lips. "Fuck..."
He was dead near feverish and painfully stiff between your palms, face burning red as he searched for any remaining self-control in his pleasure-ridden brain. What a cute guy.
You tentatively wrapped one of your hands around his length, spitting over it and letting it drip into your hand as you pumped in slow strokes. He moved with you, hips rolling in tandem with your hand despite his attempts to keep his dignity by not seeming desperate.
He lost himself in the touch, hooded blue eyes screwed shut with enjoyment. Before he could register it, he was already groaning into his hand, strong thighs trembling underneath you.
"You alright there, handsome?" You teased him with a knowing smile, rubbing insistently at the vein on the underside of his shuddering dick.
That did it for Leon — he was a total goner.
Thin white fluid flowed freely from his tip as you slowed your touch, milking him through his climax. He kept a tight grip on the headrest, brows knitting together with a hoarse cry.
It took him a few moments to recover, breathing heavily while watching you suck the remnants of his orgasm off of your fingers with satisfaction.
"...fuck."
You smiled at him, sliding back into your seat. "Wanna try calling him again? It's been a good hour or so."
"Do you mind?" He asked, looking at you questioningly. "Don't you need to—"
"I'm fine. You can make it up to me later." You patted the phone in his pocket. "Call your friend."
"Right. Uh, thanks."
To his relief (and disappointment), Luis picked up after the fifth ring, cheery as ever. It didn't take long for them to decide to meet up in front of the club and bid each other goodbye, someone calling Luis back to bed from behind the phone.
Before he could pocket it, he felt his phone being snatched from his hand. He was ready to take it back and neutralise the threat until he realised... you were only putting your number into his phone.
"What?" You chuckled at his expression, handing him back his phone. "I said you can make it up to me later."