𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Last Thing We Should Do| Smut| Request

I'm thinking we should ride
To a place that we don't know
To a place where no one's seen us before
I'm thinking, you and I
Better just go with the flow
Last thing that we should do is go slow

-Lurk by The Neighbourhood

It starts with accidentally walking into the enigmatic man at the bar entrance, his piercing blue eyes drilled into mine as his strong hands reached out to steady me, both of us lightly laughing at the awkward encounter before brushing it off and going our own ways. Later that evening as I sat on a creaky barstool, my hands wrapped around a sticky glass as I continue to wait for my friend, who's already later than acceptable, I'm joined by the same man.

The bar isn't too busy tonight, and whilst usually the sameness is comforting, I'm secretly glad for this new face who's apparently taken a liking to me. "Waiting for someone, or are you drinking away the day?" He smoothly asks, head lowering to meet my gaze.

Flirtatiously, I give him my sweetest smile. "Waiting, but I don't think she's going to show." I reply, taking a sip of my drink as I hold eye contact with the man. He hums, then looks around with a sigh as if he's bored.

"Do you wanna get out of here? I haven't had any alcohol so I'm good to ride. I'm Leon by the way." He asks, hope in his eyes as my own widen. Did he just say ride? I look him up and down, from his black boots to his darker jeans, roaming up to his black leather jacket with white stripes. He's definitely dressed for it, but something about him doesn't give off the 'biker' persona.

"I-I haven't done that before. And I'm
Y/N." I shyly say, my confidence disappearing as embarrassment and nerves fill me. The man lifts his lips into a smile, nodding as if knowing I'm a bike virgin.

"That's okay, first time for everything? But if you don't want to, I don't mind ordering a drink with you?" God, he's so smooth. I let out a small laugh, breathing in as I take in the familiar surroundings. Honestly, maybe this would do me some good, and besides, it's a little adventure with a hot guy, who wouldn't turn that down?

I nod, "Okay, let's go."

Leon grins, holding out a gloved hand for me to take. I let him pull me out of the run down bar and into the quieter car park, the smell of rain is thick in the air like there's a storm approaching, and the moonlight is covered by dark clouds, making this all seem much more mysterious. I'm thriving.

We reach Leon's bike, a Ducati, and I can't help but to run my fingers over the cool metal, eyes scanning the machine as if seeing one for the first time. "She's a pretty one." He murmurs, I look up to see his eyes on me. I blush, rolling my eyes as he chuckles then grabs a helmet, helping me with it. He then shrugs off his leather jacket, passing it to me.

"What? Oh no, I'm not cold." I shake my head, but he lifts it up as if urging me to take it.

"It's just in case something happens, it's better than nothing."

His logic seems fair, so I take it and slip it on, feeling his warmth envelope me mixed with his scent pressing onto me, it's like musk and lemon. Once on and zipped up, I notice Leon's Adams apple bobs as he swallow thickly, clearing his throat he nods then climbs onto the bike with the type of ease that tells me he's pretty experienced.

With a hand held out, his head tilts to get me to move. I take a breath then climb on, thankfully I've seen people do this before on social media, so copying how they've done it I climb on and wrap my arms around his middle, breath hitching when I feel the muscles hidden there. I'm sure he's smirking as he starts the engine, the bike rumbles to life as anticipation fills my veins. We sit there for a minute, silently he's giving me time to change my mind or say something. I don't, I just sit there clinging to him, helmet pressed against his back as he reaches out and rests a hand on my knee, slowly moving up to my thigh.