All Work & No Play
Summary: After 'accidentally' spending the night with your senior officer Leon, you try to squash whatever attraction you have to him; but when you don't have a ride home from work and he offers one, he makes it all but impossible to not play where you work.
Pairing: re9!Leon x rookie!reader
WC/Tags: 4,329 / mentions of car smut, flirting, coworker relationship, p in v, dry humping, oral (reader receiving)
A/N: I for real forgot about this one because I never titled it so its just been sitting in my drafts...anyways comment if u wanna be added to da taglist hehe
You aren’t exactly sure when you noticed, but Leon is staring at you. Has been for several minutes, and you stare back.
At least fifteen years your senior, Leon is everything you’re not. Experienced, sharp, smart as a whip. And so attractive it makes your toes curl.
You stare back at him from your desk, your ankles crossed and eyes wide while you drink in his expression. His face is unreadable before shifting into a smile. A lethal one at that, and you can’t help but drop your gaze, moving papers around your desk just so that you have something to do with your hands.
Leon grins when you look away, amused by the blush that spreads across your cheeks. He pushes himself off the wall and moves towards your desk, watching you intently as you busy yourself with your work.
Last night had been a mistake.
You know it.
He knows it.
And yet the only thing you can focus on is the memory of his tongue in your mouth as he took you in the backseat of his Porsche Cayenne.
“Working late?” He murmurs and you raise your eyes to his. You shake your head, slipping a file into your drawer.
“No,” you reply. “Just finished.”
His pale blue eyes seem to shine.
“Let me drive you home.”
You can already taste the salt of his skin.
“It’s okay, I can take the bus,” you try, because you shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t get involved with a coworker, much less a coworker of his status, and as much as you want to, you know it’s bad idea. “I appreciate it though.”
His lips twitch.
“Alright,” he hums, stepping back. “If you’re certain.”
“Thank you.”
You feel a little light headed as he walks away, and you stare at the expanse of his back, his shoulders tight in the fabric. Less than 24 hours ago your arms had been wrapped around those same shoulders, and you let out a breath before packing your things.
It’s raining when you step out of the station, and you hold your bag to your tighter. You wince, the drops thick and by the time you make it under the awning of the bus stop, your blue shirt is stuck to your skin.
You shiver, wiping at your eyes and hoping you don’t look like a raccoon from your dripping mascara as you stare at the electronic bus schedule.
Canceled
Canceled
Canceled
You curse, knuckles whitening on the strap of your bag and you sit heavily atop the plastic seating. It creaks and you run a hand through your wet strands, fishing your phone from your back pocket.
The idea to call Leon flies through your head like a kite, unsettled and fleeting and you quickly shove down the thought. You dial your roommate, but it’s a quarter past eleven and she’s a deep sleeper, so naturally she doesn’t answer. Smacking the phone on your thigh you groan again, annoyance at your predicament bubbling over.
You consider calling a cab, but your bank account is near drained. The rain continues, and you can see no signs of it clearing. The thought of walking home in this weather makes you shudder. It’s a thirty minute trek, and you don’t even have an umbrella.
But just as you’re resigning yourself to a long, wet walk, you hear the throaty rumble of a powerful engine coming closer.
Sleek windows roll down and a pair of blue eyes look at you. “Looks like you’re out a ride.”
You curse under your breath as you step forward, leaning down to peer into the car. “Yeah, I- the bus canceled.”
“I see that.”
Embarrassment licks over your skin and Leon leans over, unlocking the passenger door. He gives a singular nod.
“You need a ride,” he says, and you wrap your arms around your middle. “And, if that’s all you want, I’d be more than happy to give you one.”
You contemplate this, contemplate him, and before you can think better of it you’re settling into his passenger seat. He rolls up the window, pulling from the curb slowly, his fingers moving over the ac unit before warm air puffs out.
The interior of the car is immaculate. Leon keeps it clean, and it smells like leather and pine. The rain continues to pour, drumming on the roof and causing you to shiver as the coolness of your soaked clothes hits you.
He glances at you, taking in your shivering form, your damp hair. He sighs softly, reaching back and pulling a sweatshirt from the seat behind him.
“Here.” he murmurs, handing it over.
“It’s okay,” you say weakly. “I’ll just change when I’m home.”
He shakes his head, gently placing it in your lap.
“Your teeth are chattering,” he informs you. “You’ll catch a cold wearing those wet clothes.”
You stare at the fabric, gingerly pulling it over your head. Sliding a thumb under your eye you exhale, keeping your gaze straight and hoping you look more put together than you feel.
“Address?” Leon asks and you give it to him quickly. He types it into his car gps as he drives, one hand on the wheel and you watch as his fingers move, knuckles flexing on the steering wheel. You push your hair out of your face, settling back into the cushions of the seat and he makes a right turn.
“Thank you,” you say after a moment. “For the ride.”
Leon nods, eyes trained on the road as rain continues to fall. The silence would be uncomfortable if it weren’t for the rain and the light hum of the engine.
Leon shifts in his seat, his hand moving to grip the gear shift. His knuckles graze your thigh as his fingers wrap around the stick, and you inhale sharply. It’s unintentional, but a spark shoots up your body at the simple touch, and his gaze flits to yours for a split second.
“Wasn’t gonna leave you out there in the rain.” He replies and his voice is kind, like a warm blanket on your cold skin and you can’t help but smile.
“It’s my fault,” you shrug. “I shoulda checked the schedule.”
“You shouldn’t have even thought of taking the bus in the first place.” He says, looking out the windshield. “It isn’t safe for a pretty girl to be out at this time of night without a car. You could’ve gotten mugged.”
“I-“ your response, whatever it may have been, dies in your throat and you look away, opting to stare outside the window of the passenger door instead.
The rain streaks down the glass, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and neon. Leon watches you from the corner of his eye, quiet for a long moment.
Softly, he adds, “Backseat of this car wasn’t safe either.”
His voice is low, teasing, but edged with a reminder. Or maybe an invitation.
You don’t answer.
He doesn’t need one.
When he parks in front of your house, you know if you look at him he’ll be closer than before, that his hand might come up to your face and you won’t be able to stop whatever’s next.
“Leon, I really like my job.”
He pauses, and you wonder if he had been expecting that. “…okay.”
“I like my job, and I can’t let- this, ruin it,” you exhale hard, your cheeks puffing. “I worked too hard to get where I am to let a man who doesn’t give a shit about me jeopardize that.”
His jaw clenches, and he looks at you. Eyes like arctic storms. “I give a damn about you, if you think I don’t you’re an idiot.”
You scoff, crossing your arms and turning to look right back at him. ”What the hell do you know about me?”
He mirrors your stance, looking more and more pissed by the second.
“I know you like hot tea in the morning. I know you drink coffee like an addict after lunch. I know you have a little freckle near your hip that makes my hands itch to touch.”
You feel your mouth go a little dry.
“I pay attention. Last night wasn’t- some random fucking. It was just the first time I worked up the nerve.”
You stare at him, your wet hair stuck to your neck. “Worked up the nerve?”
He looks at you like you’re stupid.
“What, you thought I make a habit out of taking coworkers home with me?”
You're quiet, suddenly embarrassed at the assumption, and he laughs without any humor, scrubbing a hand over his jaw.
“I don't. But you...” He lets out a noise of frustration, reaching for you. “You've been driving me crazy, do you know that? I can't even look at you without wanting to—“
You swallow, watching as he shifts in his seat. “I didn’t even think you noticed me.”
His gaze finds yours. “Course I noticed you.”
You close your eyes, inhaling and his hand moves to your knee, warm even through the wet fabric of your uniform. Your skin prickles, every inch of your body hyper-aware of his touch. His thumb rubs slow circles into your leg and you open your eyes.
“Can't stop noticing you. Can't keep my eyes off you.”
He looks a bit like a predator now, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched as he drags his hand up your leg.
“Leon-“
“You want to stop, i’ll stop,” he says softly. “You want me to pretend like there isn’t something here then okay, you got it. But i-“
He stops, and you teeter on the edge of his truth.
“You what?” You push, because he has to tell you. You can’t go on not knowing. It had been driving you crazy all day, thinking it was just the sex. That you had imagined whatever connection this was, and you needed confirmation it was just you.
He moves then, hand leaving your leg so he can grip your chin.
“I think about you all the time. About how pretty your eyes are and how you bite your bottom lip when you’re confused and how when you're angry you make that little sound in the back of your throat. I think about how you taste, and how you feel against me and I- I can’t get you out of my head. And I don't even care at this point.”
Your mouth falls open, shocked. Flattered. Scared.
His thumb brushes your lower lip, tugging it down before releasing it. Watching it bounce.
“Come inside with me.” You whisper, and you slip from his grasp, opening the car door.
Leon doesn’t speak as he follows you inside but you hold up a finger nonetheless, because you don’t need your roommate waking to find your older coworker in your home. You put down your purse, padding slowly down the hallway and he follows you. Opening the door to your bedroom you’re relieved you had made your bed that morning. It’s dark but you don’t dare turn on the light, instead moving slowly to face him, your fingers twitching by your sides.
He closes the door quietly, and looks at you.
You stare back.
He is a wall of muscle and heat, towering over you in the dark. You can feel his eyes on you, even though you can barely see him. There is a tension in the air, thick enough to touch as Leon takes several steps forward.
His hands find your waist, calloused fingers curling into the wet material of your shirt. He pulls you against him, so close you can feel the warm air he exhales. Your breath catches, and he chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
“Cold?” He asks, and you know he feels the goosebumps on your skin.
“No.”
“Scared?” His voice softens when he asks.
You nod.
Dipping his neck, Leon presses a singular kiss to the base of your throat. You sigh, the sound shaky, and his hands move under the sweater, his sweater, bracketing your ribs. Fingers moving up his biceps, you wrap your arms around his neck, and his hands move around you, hugging you to him.
He is so warm, and you bury your face against his chest, breathing in the faint scent of leather and aftershave. He pulls you closer, holding you so tightly it could almost hurt. You can feel his heart pounding, the sound of it in your ears.
His fingers skim over your back, tracing patterns on your skin and sending sparks up your spine. You shiver, and he makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.
“So damn soft.” He says against you, the rumble of his voice vibrating in your chest. You pull back enough to see his face and when he kisses you it’s different than the night before. This kiss is soft. Slow. Like he’s savoring the feel of your mouth on his, his fingers curling around your back.
You let your eyes close, mouth moving slowly with his, and you barely register as he backs you up to your bed. Sitting down on the edge, you stare up at him and he cups your face in both his hands.
He looks at you like he's trying to read you, his eyes tracing over your face in the dark. He presses a kiss to your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and your chin before finally meeting your lips again.
His thumb rubs over your cheek, and you can feel the callouses there scraping over your skin. Leaning forward, he guides you to lie down, and you pull him with you.
His body presses against yours and you sigh, hands finding their way to his hair.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmurs against your lips.
You don’t say anything, can’t, so he kisses you again, slow and deep like he has all the time in the world. He shifts, one hand sliding under your shirt again, skin on skin now. His palm skims your side, warm and firm, and you arch into the touch without meaning to.
Outside, the rain keeps falling. Inside? You’re burning up.
His sweater that you’re wearing finds the floor, and his fingers work on the buttons of your soaked uniform shirt. You stay quiet, letting him work, and when he peels the fabric away you try not to squirm.
Leon kisses your collarbones, his tongue sliding slowly over one before moving to the other and going lower, mouthing at the top of your breast that isn’t covered by your bra. He makes another one of those sounds in the back of his throat, like he's losing a battle with himself, and he nips at the top of your breast. There will be a mark there tomorrow, a souvenir of tonight. He kisses you again, his lips a brand on your skin.
You pull at shirt, pulling the fabric from its tucked position and he sits up, tugging it clean off. You barely have time to appreciate it before he’s back on you, hands moving under your back, fumbling for the bra clasp.
You arch and move your hands behind yourself, undoing it with ease and Leon whispers, “Sorry.”
You pause, because he’s so considerate, so attune that he feels bad he couldn’t undo it himself. “S’okay.”
You kiss his cheek, cupping the other side of his face with your hand before sliding off the bra straps and lay back down.
He stares at you, then. In the dark. Drinking you in with his eyes.
His hands move to your hips, gripping the waist of your pants. His eyes don’t leave yours as he pulls them down, inch by inch, and you lift your hips to help him. He looks like he’s about to burst, coiled so tightly. It’ll be a miracle if he doesn’t get a kink in his neck. It has to hurt
But he still won’t take his eyes off of you.
His hand slides up your abdomen, between the valley of your breasts before cupping one, as if testing the weight. He hums, the sound deep and you blink.
“I couldn’t appreciate them yesterday,” He mutters, almost to himself. “I should’ve.”
His face dips and you gasp as his tongue licks over your nipple. You hold the back of his neck before he repeats the action, his tongue swirling and he pulls one into his mouth.
You gasp, clamping your jaw shut and he looks up at your from where he sucks.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I want to hear you.”
“Can’t,” you whisper and nod towards your door. “Roommate.”
He makes a noise that you can only call an agreement, and his eyes narrow. His free hand goes to your other breast, massaging it.
“Hopefully she’s a heavy sleeper," he says finally, sitting back. "And even if she wasn't, I'll just have to make you keep your voice down."
One eyebrow raises, and you swallow.
He shifts, sitting up and you move with him, your hands finding the zipper of his cargos. He pauses, watching as you pull it down and he moves to his back, kicking off his boots like he can’t get out of them quick enough.
You tug down the waistband, an evident tent in his boxers even in the darkness that makes you grin. Leon shrugs off his pants, and the cords of muscles in his thighs tighten as you sweep a hand over his bulge.
He lets out a shuddering exhale when you touch him, and you look up to see his eyes shut, one arm covering his face. His chest heaves, and it almost seems like it's hard for him to breathe.
“Sweetheart,” he groans in a lowered voice. “You- I-“
“What?” you ask, and the fact that he’s stuttering, that this man made of muscle and edges is twitching under your hold, makes your cunt ache.
Leon sits up, grabbing you and pulls you into his lap. His boxers and your underwear separate you, but as you roll your hips you both let out a sigh.
He grabs your hips, moving you against him, and his face presses into your neck, lips skimming your pulse point.
His breath is hot on your skin, and you can feel him, hard and hot beneath you. He murmurs something against the shell of your ear, but it's too quiet, swallowed by the sound of your heart pounding in your head and the rain outside.
You have to ask, “What?”
Leon repeats himself, and you strain to make out the words. “Can I-“
“Can you what?” You whisper, and he pulls back, and even in the darkness you can see his eyes are blown.
“Can I kiss you here?”
His hand cups between your thighs and you jump, your legs twitching before you nod. He doesn't move right away, just stares at the flush creeping down your neck, the way your lips part on a silent breath. Then, slow as a vow, he lays you back down.
One hand slides under your thigh, lifting your leg as he settles between them. His breath hits warm and damp against your center through the thin fabric of your underwear, and you bite into your hand to stay quiet. His finger crooks in your panties, tugging them to the side.
Leon hums, low and approving, before dragging his tongue in one long, deliberate stroke.
You arch off the bed.
He does it again.
Your hands fly into his hair, grabbing as his tongue makes slow and precise strokes against your sex, and you moan so loud that he pinches the inner skin of your thigh to quiet you before pressing a light kiss there.
“What happened to worrying ‘bout your roommate?”
“Fuck-“ you gasp, and you feel like a live wire. “I-I forgot.”
He sits back on his haunches, sliding your underwear down and holds one of your knees as he leans down, settling his hips between yours. He’s rockhard in his boxers, fitting against you, the slick from your core dampening his underwear.
His grip on your thigh tightens, and he looks down at you, eyes heavy-lidded and dark. You're both breathing hard, and you can't seem to stop.
His hips rock, slowly, and you can feel every part of it, him.
“You're so…” he murmurs, trailing off, like he's too stunned for words.
You can't think of anything to say either, except, “Leon.”
Your hand lands on the bare skin of his shoulder, the other gripping the sheets. He sits up, pushing his underwear down and your chest heaves.
“S’okay?” He asks and you can’t nod quick enough. Hand gripping your thigh, he presses in and the stretch has your breath catching, nail digging into the muscle in his arm, moving to his bicep.
“I'll go slow.” he mumbles, and you're glad he sounds a little breathless because otherwise, you'd be embarrassed at being a whimpering mess. His hands feel like brands on your skin, and you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer. Closer. Like you can't bear the thought of any space between you.
As he begins to move, Leon’s mouth finds yours, lips slick with spit and so so warm. You close your eyes, pleasure building like a slow ember and when he pulls his mouth from yours you groan, the sound deep and full.
His hand slides over your jaw, covering your lips and your eyes open in wide shock. He looks at you, that intensity in his eyes again, and you can only stare back, wide-eyed and panting around his hand. His breath is warm, and smells of mint, and he makes those noises that send heat straight to your core. He looks feral, almost, mouth glistening and his hair a mess.
You moan at the sight.
“Shh, honey,” he murmurs, hips snapping. “Roommate, remember?”
You murmur muffled, “yes,” and you’re pretty sure you see his eyes crinkle with a smile.
With anyone else, the pet name would sound weird, but from Leon's mouth it's…
Delicious.
He knows what he's doing to you, and you can tell by the sharp glint in his eyes. He watches you, drinking in every reaction, every sigh, every gasp. He wants to see you fall apart by his hands.
And you will.
You can feel it building, coiled tight and hot in your stomach as he moves inside you—slow, deep rolls of his hips like he has all night. Maybe he does.
His hand slips from your mouth to cup your jaw again, thumb stroking your cheekbone as his lips brush yours. “Look at me.” he murmurs.
You do.
And when the climax hits, silent and shattering beneath his control, you cling to him like he’s the only solid thing in the world.
Leon keeps his pace until your thighs calm, your fingers releasing their death grip and then he becomes manic, thrusts moving incoherently until he pulls out with a groan, his spend warm on your thigh.
Your mouth opens, and you glance down as his forehead presses to your collarbone, obstructing your view.
“Should have- asked you,” he murmurs. “Didn’t wanna assume.”
Oh. That’s…sweet.
“I appreciate the thought,” you murmur, and kiss his hair. “But I’m on the pill. You could’ve…”
You trail off, and he looks up at you through his lashes, barely able to make out your expression in the dark. “Noted.”
Leon rolls off of you, laying on his back and you sit up slowly, your skin still warm as you grab your discarded shirt, wiping at your leg. You wordlessly move into your bathroom, relieving yourself and adorning the cotton robe you keep behind the door.
When you exit, Leon is sitting up on the edge of your mattress, his cargo pants back on but he’s still shirtless, boots still askew on your floor.
“That-“ you try, unsure of what to say. “I- I don’t know where we go from here.”
He doesn't say anything right away, scrubbing a hand over his jaw again. He does that a lot, you've noticed. When he's deep in thought or uncomfortable.
Finally, he looks at you, and his eyes are still unreadable.
“It doesn't have to change anything,” he says, the words almost a question, and somehow, that placates you.
“No?”
“No,” he replies simply. “I get where you’re coming from. Your career is…important. So is mine. This could…make things messy.” You nod, wrapping the knot of your robe tighter. He stands up, slipping on his shirt with a grunt. “I still want to see you though.”
His words catch you off guard and you tilt your face. “Oh?”
Leon steps forward, one hand coming up to your face. His thumb brushes your cheek again, slow and deliberate.
“Yeah,” he says softly. “Just... not at work. Not where people can see.”
He looks almost shy saying it, which is ridiculous, this man who just had you shaking apart beneath him, and it makes your chest tighten.
“We keep this quiet,” he continues. “For now. But I'm not done with you. With us.”
You can’t help but smile, and you nod. “Okay. Yeah I’d- yeah. I’d like that.”
Leon grins with his teeth before bending to press his mouth to yours. “Good.”
You walk him to your front door, voices quiet and you squeeze his hand once before letting go. “So…see you at work tomorrow?”
It sounds oddly placed, too casual, but Leon nods.
“Yeah. Don’t be late, otherwise I’ll be tempted to come pick you up.”
You roll your eyes as you open the door. “That doesn’t sound like keeping this quiet.”
“True,” he hums, stepping onto the porch. He tosses you a wink. “Can’t blame a guy for trying to see you more.”
You flush, pink and happy and when you click the door shut behind him, you let out a small breath, wishing tomorrow would come faster.
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