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I'm the living embodiment of rage as I slam my dad's door shut and storm away from the house, but it's only a matter of seconds before it opens and a pair of footsteps seem to echo my own. I glare over my shoulder at my dad's best friend, Leon, who lingers behind me with a faint smile on his face. I scoff, raising a hand to flip him off as I reach my car and grab hold of the door handle. "I told you both, I'm not budging on this." I snap, unlocking the car as Leon reaches the passenger side. I stare at his ruggedly handsome face over the roof of the car, brow arching as he seems to open the passenger side. "What are you doing?"
"Coming with you." Leon shrugs, scratching at his dark stubble as if he hasn't got a care in the world. His blue eyes twinkle with a playfulness as my annoyance only grows. I shake my head, pointing a finger at him before directing it back to my dad's house.
"No you're not. Go back to arranging my life with dad, since you both seem to know what's best for me." I say. Leon gives me a pointed look as he climbs into the car, already buckling his seatbelt as I stare with my jaw hanging low. I'm too annoyed to even argue anymore, so wordlessly I get in and start the engine, but I hover as Leon leans back and makes himself at home, stretching his knees apart as he leans his elbow against the window. I stifle a sigh, turning to him. "I mean it, why are you here?" I ask a little softer.
"Because you're pissed, and people make terrible decisions when they're mad." Leon answers kindly, a look of raw emotion crosses his features as I groan and hit the back of my head against the headrest. I close my eyes for a few seconds, taming my anger and shaking hands before pulling the car away from the curb and heading to the one place where I don't have to think or wallow in my self-pity. The sun's beginning to set once I find a parking space at the back of the lot before exiting and heading right for the bar. It's the middle of the week, meaning it's not overly busy, and lucky for me the bottles I want are on offer today. I purchase a bottle of whiskey, then grab two glasses as I head to the table Leon picked out in the corner, where I can sit in the shadows and deal with my issues alone. Thankfully Leon's the human version of a Doberman, so I'll be left alone without anyone bothering me.
Leon's dark brows rise as I sit down and crack open the bottle. He pinches his lips together as if refraining from speaking, even as I pour a glass for each of us, he doesn't question me. A flicker of apprehension runs through me, but then the memories of my dad's words and actions remind me why I'm here. I tilt my glass in Leon's direction as he watches, then I down the amber liquid in one go. "So," I say taking a deep breath, "aren't you going to lecture me? Tell me I shouldn't drink my problems away? Shouldn't you be ratting me out to my dad?" I huff, tucking my hair behind my ear as Leon nods.
"I probably should, but for once I disagree with him. It's your life, and you should choose what you want to do with it. I understand where he's coming from by being protective, but he took it too far." Leon replies, sipping from his own glass as my eyes widen. I can't hold back the little laugh that escapes me at the elation I feel about being in the right. Maybe it's petty, but if my dad's closest friend isn't on his side, then it tells me that dad really messed up this time. Leon runs a hand through his hair as he glances around the dimly lit bar, "Your choices are yours to make, but so are your reactions." He adds as if scolding me.
I slump back, elation quickly disappearing as I grab my glass and top it up again. "Right. Back to being up my dad's ass again, are you?" I mutter, turning away from Leon so he can't see the way my cheeks flame from embarrassment. "I'm not apologising for anything I said back at home, I meant what I said." I defend, but my voice is weak. Now I'm calming down, I can see the flaws in my reactions, I can see how maybe I blew up the situation into something chaotic and messy. I might've even hurt my dad more than I initially thought. Sensing my downfall, Leon reaches across the table and places his hand over my own, our touches have always been innocent and caring, I mean he's practically raised me alongside my dad, but something about this feels different. My breath hitches as Leon's fingers tighten around my hand, squeezing not only reassurance into me, but something heated and desperate.
I cross one leg over the other, untucking my hair from behind my ear as Leon stiffens and pulls away. He swallows deeply, quickly grabbing his glass and downing the rest of his drink as if he felt it too. "I know you're upset about it, but you can't be angry forever. Just let it go and find a way around it, you've got your whole life ahead of you to mess up and be pissed at the world, but your dad won't be here forever." Leon softly says, "He's a good man, and deserves only the best people around him."
I frown, forgetting all about my own troubles as I tilt my head at Leon. Leon's been there for my dad for as long as I can remember. He came with my dad to all my school plays, he reassured my dad on my prom night, grinning and giving me some flowers as my dad worried. He spent the weekend with my dad when I left for college, keeping him company in our lonely house. Leon's the kindest most loyal friend a person could have. "Aren't you a good person?" I question, leaning my elbows on the table as Leon's blue eyes find mine. His jaw clenches as his eyes dip to my chest, I glance down to see my dress has slipped down a smidge, so I pull it back up as the alcohol finally begins to kick in, making me feel lighter and more heady.
Finally, Leon shakes his head. "Not so much." He curtly responds, reaching for his glass. "Some of the thoughts I have about my best friend's daughter aren't good. They're far from innocent." My breath catches as I bite my bottom lip, it captures Leon's attention as his gaze flicks to my mouth. The air charges between us, something heated and electric buzzes as Leon shifts in his seat.
"Tell me these thoughts." I murmur.
Leon releases a ragged breath, downing his drink before setting it on the table with a thump. "We've had enough to drink, let's-" He goes to stand up, but I grab his arm, pulling him down until he's sat next to me on the plush bench. I turn, my knee on top of Leon's as I keep gripping his leather jacket.
"Please, Leon." I beg, my pussy aches as Leon gives me a surprised look, but then his eyes seem to darken as he realises I'm on the same page as him. We both know it's wrong, he's double my age, but there's no denying that I'm all grown up now, and that Leon's noticed. Maybe he has for a while. "Tell me." I try again as Leon's voice growls. His hand reaches out, gripping my chin between his thumb and his finger, it's tight and commanding, and only makes my panties more soaked.
"Once we do this, there's no going back, I can't lie to your dad and tell him that his little baby is as sweet as sugar. Not when all I can think about is how much I love your smiles and the way you laugh, but only because they're the closest thing to a moan I can hear from you most days," Leon leans closer, breath grazing my ear as I whimper, "I can't lie anymore and say that I can handle the tears you shed over those boys who make you cry. Every time you come home with that sad look in your eyes from a failed date, I just want to fuck you so good until you're crying from pleasure instead," I practically paw at Leon's clothed cock as he groans, "and I can't hide the way I feel about you anymore, not when I know you're just as obsessed with me too."
With that, Leon's mouth latches onto my neck, sucking and biting as I moan and run my fingers through his dark strands. He pulls away all too soon, standing up and holding out a hand for me. "I'm not doing that sneaking around shit, I'm too old for it, so you either come with me and we're doing this relationship thing properly, or I can walk away and we'll forget about this." He asks, wiggling his fingers. Telling my dad would be a nightmare, but it's one hell of a 'fuck you' when it comes to controlling my own life and doing what I want. Also, I now understand that the fascination I have with Leon isn't just respect and familial, it's love. I grab his hand as well as the bottle of whiskey, then together we leave the bar. I all but run to my car with Leon dragging behind me, chuckling at my neediness. I unlock the car, grateful the car park is empty before pushing Leon into the backseat. He falls in, landing on his ass just as I close the door behind us and climb onto his lap, lifting up my dress to paw at my lace panties.
"I need you so badly, I've never been so wet in my life." I plead, hands reaching for Leon's belt as he wraps his fist in my hair and drags me to him. Our mouths clash in a messy mix of teeth and tongues, the bottle sloshes in my hand until Leon takes it from me, pulling away only to take a swig from it before beckoning me to kiss him again. I moan, latching my mouth around his as he pushes the whiskey from his mouth into my own. I swallow it all, licking my lips as Leon's pupils expand to the size of saucers. He bucks against me, cock almost pushing through his dark jeans as he unbuckles his belt. With the speed of light I slip off my panties and grab his freed cock, wasting to time guiding the leaking tip to my entrance as Leon leans back in the seat, one hand gripping my hip as the other grips the neck of the bottle. I ease onto him, both of us moaning messes as I sink down the last few inches. It's a stretch, but with how soaked I am it's going to be easy to work with.
"F-fuck, Y/N." Leon gasps, eyes fluttering closed as I rise onto my knees before slamming myself back down. His fingers tighten into my skin, hard enough to leave marks as I find a fast pace that'll have us both coming within minutes. I squeal when Leon begins to fuck up into me, skin slapping and pussy squelching, our heavy breathing echoes around the car as I grip Leon's shoulders for balance, raking my nails down his clothed chest before I end up squeezing his arm as I slowly come undone. Leon watches with a fucked out grin, occasionally sipping from the bottle as I lean forwards and drink from his mouth. It's messy, dirty and a drunken moment that I know we won't regret. If I wasn't three or four glasses deep I know I wouldn't be able to have the confidence to try something like this. The windows steam up as I writhe and shake, orgasm ripping through me without warning. I cream all over Leon's cock, his groans vibrating through me as he pumps his hips into me before spurting his seed inside of me.
Afterwards, I slump against him as the empty bottle rolls out of his hands and onto the floor. Leon's arms wrap around me, holding me close to him as silence drops over us. He kisses the top of my head, murmuring praises and compliments. "I do have nice thoughts too, you know." He mumbles as I kiss his collarbone, "I think that you're kind and always make me laugh, and how I always think of you when I see your favourite candy, that's why it's always stocked up at your dad's house."
I gasp, pulling away with a grin. "No way! I thought my dad always buys it?!"
Leon shakes his head, brushing a strand of hair away from my face as it lingers on my cheek. "It's all me. I used to imagine a future where I could be with you too, but I guess I don't need to imagine it anymore now that I've got you."
I hum, pecking his lips. "I've always been yours, Leon." I softly say. We stay nuzzled up together for a while until we both realise we're half naked in a parking lot. I glance across the street out of the window, spotting a conveniently placed hotel. I let out a small laugh, pointing as Leon chuckles and murmurs something about keeping me up all night.