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bisexual-horror-fan · 5 years ago

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Ahem, gibe is some Leslie uwu

Oh bitch.

Oh BITCH!

Aight Moon I gotta say 1. Thank you for asking this and uh 2. THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS?!?!

I had a Leslie Vernon thing planned that I was gonna do on my own and this gave me a FANTASTIC excuse to do it so literally BLESS YOU?!

Also I saw you liked my other Leslie stuff so big thanks for that!

I know I just got this like 24 hours ago and dead ass wrote 4K all in one night for this but hey we all know I have a PROBLEM!

...”Hey Bex?” “Yes?” “This is about a reader who works in a coffee shop yeah?” “Yeah.” “And uh...Don’t YOU work in a coffee shop?” “...Yes.”

Okay so yeah this is like SUPER self indulgent and was totally thought up while i was at work in the drive thru one day and I couldn’t help it, I just kept thinking about it sooooo-

I hope you like it!

Here we go!

Also yes I am using the GIF I made again don’t @ me.

Rating. Explicit. Length. 4K. Leslie Vernon X Female Reader. Warnings: Implied established relationship, a little soft, a little sweet, teasing, being bad at work, exhibitionist reader, making out, oral sex, fingering, public sex, hold the moan, and just Leslie being Leslie I guess.

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It’s 3 AM.

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It was so late.

Or early depending on how you looked at it I suppose.

You worked in a popular coffee chain and normally worked the early shift.

You didn’t typically do midnight shifts but you would get the next two days off for doing it, you had plans on how to spend them too, good plans. AND you really liked your boss, they needed help and said that they would owe you one so you decided it was worth it.

You were working alone but it was a small town and a Monday morning.

Why the fuck did they insist on keeping the store open? You would be lucky to get even one customer an hour IF that, you had no idea how you made enough business to justify your wages for the late shift but hey you didn’t own the store, you just worked there.

Midnight shift was easy really.

You could play your own music off of your phone and would just have to clean and restock. It wasn’t hard, just time consuming. Getting up on the ladder, bringing down boxes of cups to fill the cubbies in the store front for quick refilling during the busy morning shift. Making sure coffee filters were full, cream and sugar well stocked, the usual stuff. While you didn’t normally do midnights you were well equipped for it, working mornings you knew exactly what was needed, you’ve done a morning shift after a bad midnighter had worked and it was hell first thing during the morning rush. You were much better at your job, well equipped for the task at hand.

You were consumed with the current task, had pushed one of the cream dispenser machines aside, wiping down the counter space where it normally was, humming along to the song playing from your phone on the counter behind you.

Your music was a little too loud to have heard him coming up behind you. He couldn’t resist, he had watched you for a short while before deciding to surprise you, he crept up behind you and both his arms wrapped around you, pulling you up in a quick hug and you hadn’t been expecting it at all.

The scream you let out had him dying laughing, it took a minute after he had put you back down and you saw it was him for the laughter to stop.

“Fuck! Leslie you really scared me!”

A small hit on his chest with the back of your hand and he said with a smirk,

“That was the idea y/n.”

You smiled a little yourself and said,

“Ha-ha, well I hope it was everything you wanted.”

“It was.”

That damn smile whenever he was particularly pleased with himself was too cute.

“How’d you get in here? All the doors are locked.”

Typically on midnights the storefront was closed, drive thru was the only thing that was open, he leaned one hand against the counter and said confident as ever,

“The locks here are terrible, you really should talk to your boss about getting them replaced.”

You laughed a little, course a locked door wouldn’t stop Leslie Vernon, you knew the locks were good but still not good enough for someone as experienced at breaking and entering as him, especially when said breaking and entering lead him to you.

“You’re lucky the cameras are still broken, if they weren’t you could get in a lot of trouble.”

“Not a thing to do with luck. I remember you saying they were still broken.”

Naturally he remembered what you said, he wouldn’t risk doing this if the cameras were still intact, not like he would shy away from trouble but he wasn’t stupid, getting caught on camera like this would be a bad idea when you were a wanted killer.

You turned back to the counter to continue working as you asked,

“So what ARE you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick you up.”

He was supposed to come by and pick you up after your shift, those plans you had for the next two days were basically to spend that time with Leslie, you were desperately looking forward to it and seeing him sooner than you planned WAS nice. You glanced over your shoulder back to him as you asked playfully,

“Didn’t you just do that?”

“Oh she’s got jokes.”

You smiled a little wider and stopped wiping down the counter as you glanced up at the clock,

“Not like I’m not happy to see you but it’s 3 AM I still have an hour and half left.”

“I know but I missed you, wanted to see you sooner.”

You looked over to him and that look suggested something else so you asked,

“And?”

“And what? I’m not allowed to miss you and come visit you at work? I HAVE to have an ulterior motive? You wound me y/n.”

You chuckled and dropped the cloth into the bucket of sanitizer and picked up the bucket by the handle, heading to the back and he followed behind as you said,

“I never said that, I am sure you did miss me…”

You walked through the swinging door to the back of house and made your way to the sink, dumping out the bucket before looking back to him as you continued,

“But I am sure there is another reason you are here too.”

That look, oh yeah you knew that look, he looked away from you while saying,

“Welllll…”

He took a few steps closer and you leaned against the edge of the sink as he continued,

“I WAS thinking that maybe you could make-”

You smiled wide and finished his thought,

“-Those double glazed sour cream donuts you like?”

From the little fist pump he did in the air it seemed like you were dead on as he said,

“You know me too well y/n!”

“Alright, I can do that.”

You knew how to bake and while you weren’t an official baker at your store you used to be and knew your way around no problem. You made a move to prep the glaze and he asked,

“And do you think you could also make those little oreo things too?”

You were busy pouring the icing sugar into the mixing bowl as you asked next,

“For Eugene yeah?”

“Yeah, he won’t stop talking about them from when you brought them by last time.”

You were happy to hear you made such a good impression on him, you knew how important Eugene was to Leslie and the fact they liked you so much made you pretty happy,

“I’m glad he liked them but he shouldn’t be eating them all the time.”

You meant what you said, they were a very rich treat, not something to have everyday. Leslie was watching you as you worked, attaching the whisk to the standing mixer as he responded,

“Yeah but the oreo stuff is seasonal right? It’s going to be leaving soon, not like he is going to be eating it all year-”

He took a step so he was right behind you, hands on your hips watching over your shoulder as you started the mixer,

“-and if it helps Jaime likes them too, she ended up eating half the box you brought so it’s not JUST him having them.”

Really?

Even Jaime liked them that much? Well wasn’t that a good boost to the ego? You loved Jaime’s cooking so the fact that she liked your baking was so fucking nice to hear.

This was really nice actually. Talking and getting to have Leslie there while you worked, normally midnights could be kinda quiet and lonely and a little boring but he sure did liven things up. You had just taken the donuts out and put them on the glazing rack, he was sitting up on the baking table next to you, looking over as you poured the glaze over the still fresh baked goods,

“Okay, we will hit them with the second glaze in five minutes.”

He opened his mouth the speak when you heard the beep, he looked questioningly at you upon hearing it, you held up one finger signaling him to wait as your other hand went up to the side of your head, you hit the talk button on the drive thru headset you were wearing and launched into the normal practiced greeting for the one millionth time,

“Hello welcome to-”

And he nodded with a look of recognition realizing what happened, the beep alerted you to a car in the lane so you knew when to take an order. You kept talking as you started back towards the other side of the store to punch the order in on the till, he hopped off the counter and followed behind, you punched the order in, told them to drive up and turned around to the coffee making station to make their order, two coffees, stupidly simple. Order made you stepped up to the window, the car was waiting, you reached up like countless times before and hit the toggle switch and unlocked the window, having already stepped between the sensors at your hips the window slid open with ease. You did the usual thing, talked and took the money and gave them their order, they were off in less an a minute and you stepped back from the sensors again, the window slid closed and you locked it once more.

Leslie watched you the whole time, you should have been a little more aware he was watching you the whole time but you didn’t think about it, you were just doing your job. Leslie could be real quiet when he wanted to be, when he was behind you and being so quiet and you were consumed with the deeply ingrained habits of your job, practically on autopilot you didn’t notice him staring.

You finished the donuts, made the oreo stuff to bring by for Eugene and Jaime and had just finished up some croissants,

“Gonna make those breakfast sandwiches again?”

He asked as you were boxing them up, he was leaning forward on his forearms on the baking table,

“You know it.”

You loved getting the chance to cook when you stayed over with him, Leslie could be so busy with his work sometimes he often would neglect cooking proper full meals for himself but you would always make the time when you were around.

“Y/n, you spoil me.”

You leaned on one hand looking down at Leslie as you said with a smile,

“Oh? You think you are getting these for free?”

A gasp of mock-horror as he stood up straight,

“Y/n! You are actually going to make me pay?”

You laughed and responded in an equally dramatic fashion as you played along,

“Leslie! What kind of girl do you take me for? Of course you have to pay, are you trying to get me fired?”

He leaned down a little, much closer to you as he said in that very teasing tone of his,

“Well you would have a lot more time to spend with me if you didn’t have a job.”

His hand was on yours now and he leaned in that last bit to kiss you. You took a second to return it, I mean you were at work and you shouldn’t but hey it’s not like you were going to get caught. The cameras were broken, the storefront locked, it was about to turn 4 AM and you were almost done work and it did feel good doing something you shouldn't be doing. The little impromptu make out session heated up, pressed to the baking table, he had you pinned there, hands over yours on the table top. You broke the kiss and looked up at him, saying softly and laced with suggestion,

"Trying to pay a different way Les?"

"Could be."

His hands move to your waist and he pulls you a tad closer and said either equally as much innuendo,

"Would you like that?"

As soon as the word left your mouth, as soon as you said,

"Yes."

His mouth was back on yours, more heated, your arms came up, draping loosely around his neck. You had only intended it to be a make-out session, maybe a little more, Leslie had a different idea in mind. You had been moved by him, sitting up on the baking table, you were getting a bit too into it, if you didn't stop soon you wouldn't be able to. It was hard to stop in general with Leslie, conflicting schedules, him being so busy with his work meant that you didn't get to satisfy this hunger as often as you'd like so once you got going you desperately wanted to keep fucking going. He pulled back as his hands slid down from your waist and onto your hips, he squeezed gently and said,

"Its really quiet this early, yeah?"

You were slightly surprised by the question and responded,

"Hmm? Um yes it is, why?"

He moved his hands down further, he adjusted you, prompting you to wrap your legs around him, he slid you off the table, hands on your ass as he picked you up.

"Oh no reason."

He said it so casually as he started to carry you to the other side of the store. The bakers work station was in view of the front counter but more out of the way, off to the side, he was bringing you to...

The drive thru station?

Yeah no reason at all. He obviously had something in mind, it was very like Leslie to get an idea in his head and see it through no matter what. Luckily for you his ideas were always a damn good time, if not a tad boundary pushing at times.

Set down and as soon as your feet touched the ground his mouth was back on yours. It progresses quickly then, his hands roamed, pulled at your uniform, shirt was un-tucked, his hands under your shirt on your sides made you shiver slightly and that made him smirk against your mouth. Kisses over your jaw and he spoke low to you,

"You alright y/n? Its summer but you're shaking, are you cold?"

Such a tease, always so damn playful, pretending he didn't know how badly he was getting to you, how badly he had you.

"Les-please?"

He started in on your belt as he asked,

"Mmm what y/n?"

"Need more-"

Your hands pulled at his shirt as he started to undo your pants with the belt out of the way,

"More?"

Never good enough, he wanted you to say it.

"Need you."

That is all he needed to hear. He turned you around, placing your hands flat on the metal counter directly in front of the drive thru window. You looked outside, still dark, still so quiet as you looked out on the parking lot, a proverbial ghost town this time of day, particularly on a Monday, everyone still dead asleep. Even though it was quiet, no one was around, no one to catch you…

“You want it that bad huh?”

It was still a lot to take all the same, and also at the same time…

“Want me to fuck you right here?”

It was incredibly hot.

“What if someone sees?”

God he knew you so well.

You didn’t give much of a verbal response in the way of words but rather of the way your body moved against his, couldn’t stand still, the soft sounds his dirty talk elicited from you.

With your pants now open and his fingers inside your panties you just melted into him, his chest on your back and you were already so hot from your make-out session, you just wanted him now and from how hard he felt you knew he wanted you too. Once he confirmed just how wet you were he didn’t linger long, he did slide two fingers in and out of you a little longer than necessary just because the way you writhed against him and those soft moans you let out, God he loved having you like this.

Once he had decided enough was enough he pulled his fingers out and adjusted your positioning as the clothes below your waist dropped to the floor.

Okay, fuck, that was a different feeling, the counter you were leaning on shielding your lower half from outside view but you were still bottomless out in the open at work. There was no way you could ever work a shift here again without thinking about this and he knew that. He had freed himself while you were lost in that moment of thought. His hand on your shoulder he pushed you forward slightly, positioning you better and you felt him against you, poised at your entrance and then his mouth grazed your ear as he whispered that question,

“Ready?”

You obviously were but again he wanted to hear it from you.

“God yes-yes please Les-”

-and before you could even finish saying his name he was pushing inside of you, making what you were saying break off in a moan. A momentary pause before he pulled out halfway and slammed in again, the sudden roughness pulling a gasp from you, hands off of the counter and onto the cool glass of the window in front of you.

“Les!”

You groaned and his hands on your hips as he set a steady pace. You were having a hard time either way, whether your eyes were closed or open. If they were open you were confronted with the view outside, the reminder of just where you were when you were doing this, in addition to being able to see your reflection in the glass, how you were moaning, how wrecked you looked, how good he looked over you. And if you closed them the sensation filling you got so much more intense, plus when you DID close them you were sure he would do small things, extra good things that you loved to try and get your eyes to open back up again, confront you with the situation at hand.

He really had you pegged didn’t he?

Then.

Another idea put forth into action.

“Hey y/n?”

It was whispered hushed in your ear and you let out a quiet moan,

“Ye-yeah?”

You could hear the slight chuckle before he said,

“What does this do?”

And one hand was off of you hip and moving up and he hit that same switch he saw you did before. You were pressed so close, when he unlocked the window you were right there in between the sensors so the window slid open suddenly, you lost purchase on the glass as it slid away and you fell forward, surprised yelp leaving you as you did. He wasted no time in adjusting you appropriately, you were gripping the edge of the windows ledge.

This was his plan the whole time wasn’t it?

Having you not just pressed up against the window, oh no, now he was having what he really wanted, you were half out of the window, hips pinned tightly to the counters edge inside, hands gripping the edge leading to outside as your shoulders and head were through the window. Humid early morning summer air hitting your face, groaned his name and he didn’t stop. God this was almost too much for you, it was fucking obscene, it was so public and you, again, were unreasonably turned on by it. You would never be able to lean down to pass something through the window at work without thinking of this. That pleasure built so damn quickly. You cried out his name at a particularly good thrust-

“Leslie!-”

Thank fucking God no one was around right now because you couldn’t be quiet if you tried. The situation was so hot for you, so enjoyable and he was doing every little thing right, his hands gripped harder and you were panting, riding that high, getting closer and closer, you were about to tell him, gasp out a warning of your impending orgasm when then-

Beep.

God no.

Beep.

Of-fucking-course.

Beep.

His hands pulled you roughly, you were pulled back inside, stomach against the counter still, cold metal felt through your shirt, head and shoulders back inside, his back pressed to your chest, he was right next to your ear and he asked,

“Aren’t you going to get that?”

“Les-I-I don’t know if I can-”

He shh’d you and said,

“Y/n, you’re still at work, you have to. Here. Let me help.”

His hand off your hip and running up your body, over your side and shoulder, paused briefly at your neck, gentle squeeze and a slight thrust of his hips making you moan again, eyes rolled back, before sliding up the rest of the way, his fingers found the buttons on the drive thru headset, he had been paying very close attention when you were working and pressed the right button, the beeping stopped and the microphone clicked on.

You took a deep, steadying breath, you gripped the edge of the windows ledge harder, an attempt to ground yourself as you spoke,

“Hello welcome to-”

He couldn’t contain his smirk as he pushed forward again, one hand on your hip, the other on your shoulder, he at least waited until after your greeting and the customer was speaking, you had to bite your lower lip to hold in your moan. You had to look to the side, reach out with shaking fingers as you punched in the order of the till next to you. He didn’t go hard, didn’t need to, he just took his time, dragging his cock out slowly before pushing back in, it felt so damn good you were struggling to even register what the customer was saying. Trying to input the order was nigh impossible, you kept making mistakes and it wasn’t even a complex order, just two coffees. But finally the order was in and you told them to-

“Pl-please drive up.”

And you clicked the headset off. He pulled out of you and said,

“Better hurry before they get up here.”

You had never made two coffees faster despite how badly your hands were shaking, Lord knows you weren’t about to get caught with your pants down by these customers. Coffees made and you were standing by the window waiting and ready when they pulled up.

Now this worked out better than Leslie could have hoped. This was just too fun, he was sitting on the floor where you were standing, out of sight, he wasn’t in uniform and obviously didn’t work there, didn’t need to be spotted and get in any trouble, plus the added benefit of what he was getting to do right now. He was teasing you, terribly so, back to the wall, his hands on your hips, completely out of sight to do what he had in mind, you had protested when he had sunk down to sit between your legs but couldn’t argue for long before the customer was at the window.

So.

You had to take it.

Him between your legs. Taking his damn sweet time as he ran his tongue over your clit and his middle and ring finger on one hand pumped in and out of you lazily. You knew you were blushing and hoped the customers wouldn't notice. It took every fiber of your being to hold your composure together but you did it. Thankfully they had exact change and with only two drinks the interaction at the window took a minute, but with Leslie sucking on your clit like that with his fingers curling up into the sweet spot inside of you while you had to try and have a completely straight face made it feel like it took forever. When they drove off and you were alone again your fingers threaded in his short hair and you tugged hard, pulling your hips back as you looked down at him,

“You’re the worst-”

You panted to him and his fingers curled inside you again drawing another broken moan and he shook his head slightly saying,

“Awe c’mon you don’t mean that y/n.”

He leaned in again, still looking up at you as his tongue ran over your clit again.

What an asshole.

Least he was your asshole.

You glanced at the clock on a whim,

“Fuck-I’m done in five minutes.”

That mischievous look in his eye, you really needed to pull yourself together, the morning baker would be here to take over for you any minute now,

“Really?”

“Yes!”

You replied, rushed and frantic, and tried to tug again, get him off of you but his other hand, you know the one that didn’t currently have two fingers stuffed inside of you was on your ass and holding you firmly in place, not letting you go anywhere. Another pass of his tongue, that same eye contract held as he said against your soaked flesh,

“You better hurry up and finish then hmm?”

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