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The rain was heavy on your window as you looked down at the car revving to a stop, the sound alerting the neighborhood as lights illumined the windows that littered the streets, all waiting for their turn to shout at the ignorant driver. Leon ignored them as he always did, focusing on the street as he raced to your apartment door. Whatever he was here for it had to be important, it was rare for him to turn up without a warning.
You were stuck on whenever you should back a small bag or grab the med kit. Both situations felt heavy on your chest as the thought lingered. You didn’t need to move to let him inside; he knew the code. “Encase of an emergency” was how he phrased it.
Knowing Leon was dangerous, there was rules he made you follow to protect you from his lifestyle. A part of him spending the years hoping the universe would let him have this one good thing. Despite your friendship, he limited the visits to your home, always making sure he could park a few spaces away from your apartment or even a different street if he was that panicked. Except for today.
The thuds of him knocking on your door were heavy and loud as they echoed throughout the place. Leon sulked into your apartment, dripping like a wet cat from the rain. A stray that despite the walls it built around itself for protection, a little bit of food and attention had it purring into your lap.
Leon was in no mood to talk clearly as he sauntered around like he owned the place; with how often you found him here it might as well be his home. His fingers danced around the rim of his favorite glass; the bottle easily found from the same place he left it in as he poured himself a drink. To get rid of the swelling heat throughout his body or confidence to ask for the relief he found himself becoming desperate for — he wasn’t sure yet. His legs spread as he settled back into the comfort of the couch, his gear creaking as it moved with him. He must have come straight here after whatever he was doing, only furthering the sense of urgency to the situation.
"What is it this time?" You asked, sitting down opposite him with a warm coffee in your hands. A stark contrast to his wind down drink. Leon only groaned, his gloves hand moving to pinch at his brows. The headache forming showing no signs in leaving him alone. "Same shit different year - it never stops."
"Sorry, I can imagine how it feels." You sighed, the coffee mug landing on the table breaking the tension in the room. Leon finally looked at you, a small smile plastered on his aged features. "It's not your fault gorgeous,"
You watched his hand landed on your thigh as he reached forward — his body craving to touch you despite his mind resiting it. You shivered at the chill of his glove as it bit through the thin material of your pajamas as he stroked your thigh gently, the soothing motion calming the spike of anxiety and urgency at his sudden appearance. Now that he was leaning forward; you observed his features, his eyes sunken in circled with darkness as the lack of sleep started to catch up to him, stubble grazing his features . It wasn’t an unfamiliar look for him to sport. Leon only ever kept his mental well being kept trapped from you, under the demise that his demons couldn't haunt you like they haunted his. Your only incite to whatever was happening in his head if he wasn't willing to share.
“Have you eaten? I can cook you up something really quick,” You asked lightly, your fingers falling on his, tracing the hemline of the black gloves he wore on his hands, hiding the numerous white lines that littered his hands from the years of abuse he endured. The nasty scar on his palm hidden beneath the black leather, a story you had yet to be told despite the many years since it happens.
Secrets often coated him like a shadow. They caused moments like this, unspoken frustration which was normally taken out with the best sex of your life. You understood your place in his life, spread your legs when he needed you to without the questions. Never pestering for more than he could give you. The connection he had with you was more than he had with anyone other than the frequent people in his life. Whilst they knew the horrors he had been through, you knew the way his breath hitched as you stroked the slit on his tip, how he melted with the soft sucking of his balls.
It was easier to protect with the situation being reduced to just sex, neither of you were a fool enough to know that it had already expanded beyond that. Someone just need the guts to do something about it.
“I haven’t, not something proper.” Leon said, his voice grumbling as he leaned back into the chair, spreading his legs. The pants he wore slowly growing tighter the longer he stayed here.
Your hands slapped on your knees as you braced yourself to stand, starting to move from the spot you were perched at so you could make him something to eat. The muttering of what you had to offer falling short when his hand shot out to reach for you. His hand firm against your bicep halting you in you in your movements to satisfy your guest. “It’s fine- I promise,” He whispered, his eyes searching yours with a bland smile on his lips. His attempt to reassure you was worthless as you ignored him and moved anyway. Your feet silent as they moved to the kitchen.
He watched you for a while, your movements natural as you cooked. It must be nice to have the muscle memory of your own place. Moving to grab things without a second thought. Leon barely knew what was in his place, he wouldn’t be surprised if there was some moldy food untouched in his fridge like was experimenting on something.
His skin itched the more he looked at you, the drug he hadn’t managed to flush from his system lingered beneath the surface. The lesson of touching suspicious flowers should have been one he learned long ago.
The more he looked at you the harder it was to hide. Leon knew he shouldn’t have come here and subjected you to this. Not that he had much of a choice when his horny mind began to automatically drive himself. Your perfume that lingered on the fur of his new jacket you borrowed the last time you were both out, was the fuel of the decision he had made. So really it was your fault — if he had to pin the blame on someone.
“Thank you,” Leon grumbled when you present the simple bowl of pasta. The cheese already melting just like he had it. Your memory trained well to his nonexistent pallet. He was happy with the cheap TV dinners or a drive-thru. He spent enough time running around to burn anything off.
He watched you sit slightly further away from him, giving him the space you assumed he needed. Your legs crossed keeping one of your best assets away from him. You ignored him observing you, his pupils blown out with the lust you had seen him carry inside often. The more you looked the more odd it seemed, his form tighter than usual. His gear wasn't littered around your place in an instant. It was like he was ready to run away if you moved the wrong way, his mind convincing himself that he wasn't welcome.
Sex in his state it wasn’t a good idea there was no way of telling what he could do to you. His shoulders still tense as he ate away at the food you gave him. His work gear just a reminder of how dangerous he was as his harness remained strapped. At least he left his axe in his car.
“Are you sure you are alright?” You asked again, your voice barely above a whisper as you confronted the man before you. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you again, his face scanning yours for something you weren’t sure of. “I’m fine, I promise.” He attempted to reassure, his smile not quite reaching his eyes as he paused his actions to look at you. “Leon, I know I’m not meant to know the specifics but I can help.” You said softly, your body undoing itself as you drew closer. His scent hitting you as you laid your head on his shoulder.
Leon stiffened under your touch, his breathing turned sharp as he tried to snuff out the fire that was igniting inside of him. He ignored your statement, his attention returning to his remaining food. It wasn’t hard not to notice his arms tightening, the biceps that lifted you effortless bulging against his shirt as his body grew tight.
"Not with this," he grunted out, his body shifting in the seat. His instincts were on fire, begging for you to do something for him, to make the first move before he ruined you for anyone else. He was surprised he hasn’t yet, as far as he knew your pussy was molded to his cock.
There would be hell on earth in this state if it didn’t fit with ease.
The sound of the bowl cut through the tense silence as he placed it next to the abandoned drinks on the coffee table. The ceramic hitting the wood making you jump against him. Leon’s hands moved dangerously close to your pussy allowing his intentions to be clear, the heat of it greeting his fingertips as he brushed against your thin shorts. The action igniting the fire within you, he had never been so bold like this. As his pupils grew wider you knew you were in for a long night.
You didn't need to know about the pollen that ran through him right? Maybe it would just end up being the best sex of your life and he would never be able to meet that same standard again. However, knowing you and with your already consistent questioning you knew something was up. With being the angel you are he had no doubt that you would try to help him and endure whatever is going to happen.
He freed your breasts first, watching as they hung in their natural state, nipples peaking in the chill of the air. The leather of his glove was cold against the heated skin as he began to grope them. The flesh spilling between his hands as he squeezed them. "Leon, if we are going to do this I need you to tell me what's going on. Please," You whimpered, the breath leaving your chest as his lips encased a nipple, sucking on it eagerly like he hadn't just eaten moments beforehand. "I need you, so bad baby" he grunted, his hands moving to your hips. The grip becoming harsher as he craved you more, the taste of your breasts not enough to quell the fire within him.
"You have me," You whispered, your chest arching feeding him more of your breasts as he continued to enjoy them. "I don't want to hurt you," He groaned. His cock hardening beneath you, the friction of your movements only causing to torment it further.
"You've never hurt me before? I'm a big girl, I can take it." You enthused, fingers entwining in the hair on his neck pushing him further into your breast. He craved more of you, his fingers digging further into your hips as he continued to favor your tits. "This is different," He mumbled against the skin, his teeth grazing your nipples as he spoke, spiking short moments of pain throughout your chest releasing the whimpers he craved to hear. "Different how?"
There was a pause, your question hanging heavy in the air. Leon paused he feverous movements, thinking of a way to explain his desperation without causing you to worry further. His cock thumping against the clothing barrier you both wore becoming a staple claim in his desperation. "There was a plant, it sprayed me on my last mission. I need you so baby please-"
He spoke so quickly you could barely focus on the admission. His hips causing his painfully hard length to run against your folds. Your arousal already soaking the fabric of your underwear without even knowing. "Is it painful?"
"Fuck yes, so bad." He groaned, his grip growing tighter the longer he spent away from your cunt. If he was half the man he was — he would have already buried himself to the hilt and implanted more than enough loads in you to stop this feverish dream hazed upon him. "Please, let me fuck you." he begged, his voice growing whinier the longer he spent with you in his lap.
"Okay—"
Leon wasted no time in lifting you, carrying you through the apartment like he had done many times before. You bounced on the sheets as he dumped you there, cursing at the layers of clothes he hadn't taken off yet. The buckles choosing now as the perfect time to be annoying. You watched as his desperation only grew further, you wouldn't be surprised if he started to cry in frustration at the buckles of the harness's and belts he adorned himself with. "Leon stop we have all the time in the world. There's no rush"
"You don't understand…I need you so bad." He grunted.
"I'm not going anywhere"
He watched your fingers move slowly against the compression shirt he wore, his muscles bulging even more than they already were as his body tightened again due to your proximity. You lowered the quarter zip at the front, allowing him to lift it over his head. Your fingers resumed their roam along his bare skin, your nails catching slightly leaving red marks in their wake. Leon hissed at the feeling, his head bent back as he enjoy the touch you offered him. Relief flooding him for just a moment.
You were too slow, so painfully slow at your movements. He found himself lingering on the urge to act, to pin you down and finally bury himself in that heavenly pussy of yours. His hesitation took a lot more effort than he would ever admit. "Please Love," He whispered, his body pressing into yours as he crawled above you. He felt himself buckle at your teasing smile, huge innocent eyes widening at him as he shadowed you. You were so tempting, helping him fall into the trap of a seven deadly sin.
"You're the one not doing anything,"
Leon groaned, burying his head in your neck as he took in your scent. His balls growing heavy as he sniffed again. You felt his lips nip at you, tender marks leaving in his wake as he moved along your neck down towards your breasts, where he continued his actions from before. Leon slowly ground his hips into you, allowing your pussy to crave him. To drench those cute little panties he always knew you wore.
You were lost in the motion, barely feeling his hand as it snuck beneath your shorts, cupping the weeping sex that lay hidden from him. "I can always count on you to be so wet and ready for me," He whispered, bringing the drenched fingers out to taste. His blood boiled when he sucked, the hesitation fading as he craved a second taste. Your shorts were next to go, underwear left to the side as they went flying across the room. Leon wasted no time in beginning his feast, his tongue beginning long stripes as he intended to leave nothing left untouched. You could feel him growl against you, the vibrations causing your pussy to clench around nothing.
His breath fanned against your clit as he bough himself closer to you, suffocating himself with the taste and scent of you. You watched as his veins protruded from his hands and arms, the blood pumping quicker around his body as he craved more. Leon's cock was painfully hard now, producing a steady stream of pre-cum that leaked through the layers of his clothes. If the situation was different this would have been impressive.
Oh how he craved to see you lick up the mess you caused, to see you struggle with the cum he had collected around his tip. His efforts doubled as he bought you to your first orgasm, the taste spilling on his tongue was heavenly.
Leon's grip was harsh as he pried himself away from the vice of your thighs. His actions only showing how eager he was to force your mouth on him, to see how much of him you could take.
You didn't need any verbal indication of what was expected of you as he freed his cock. The red tip practically screaming at you for some form of release. It took a lot for him not to force you down, hands clenching the air at his sides as your nimble fingers took his cock. He looked bigger as he twitched against your hands, the drugs must be affective. You licked long stripes up him, following the curves of the numerous veins that decorated his length until you finally made your way to the tip. You paused watching as the slit slowly beaded more pre-cum at the sight of you being so obedient to him.
"Come on girl, please," He grunted, his hips swaying as he resisted the urge to force you down his length. "I'm not as delicate as you think Leon,"
You felt his hands grip your hair, tugging you down his length. He growled at how well you took him, the clench of your throat squeezing him briefly as he reached the back of your throat. He was gentle as he moved, gripping your neck to hold it in place as he felt his length sink down your throat. His touch changed as he continued to force his cock down your throat, becoming lost in the feeling his grip tightened. Your throat restricting mimicking the feeling of your walls suffocating him.
It was perfect, everything in this moment was. You could feel him sway — losing himself in the feeling you were giving him. He felt higher with every suck, his body relaxing and the fever reducing as his balls prepped the cum he was ready to shoot into you. Only it was the wrong location — it was a waste of it.
You watched through your lashes as his demeanor changed, his grip tightening cutting off your air briefly as he pulled you away. Leon stared down at you, his chest heaving as the pleasure reduced to nothing, his body edging himself so he could place his load in the right location.
Neither of you said anything as he moved, your body following a silent command his lust blown eyes gave off. You watched as his cock twitched eagerly, covered in your saliva as he lined himself with your weeping sex. There was no time to waste now you were prepped, the juices of your previous orgasm providing enough lube to welcome his girth as he began to inch it inside.
You both closed your eyes, succumbing yourself to the darkness as you focused on the feeling of your sex's meeting. Your body bent without resistance as Leon used his thighs to lift your hips — folding you in half as he prepared to enter. His groans became animalist as he moved, his mind being taken over by the will of the drug that caused this in the first place.
A deep rooted desire to have you for himself filling his mind as he began to drive his cock faster and deeper. Looking down to watch your cunt grip onto him like a vice. You arched your body to his movements, bending your back to reach them better.
"Fuck girl — can't let anyone else have this. Not a chance"
His mutterings fell on deaf ears, your mind focusing on the depth he found himself at. Your throat sore from his previous actions as you whimpered and clawed at him as a beg for more. You pulled him closer, locking your legs around his hips with your feet needing his ass as you pushed him against you. You forced him deeper, locked him there as you begged to filled by him. To have your womb claimed by him.
The line of friendship was being crossed as hidden admissions came to light. Promises to make it up to you as he actively broke his own rules. He pushed himself further into you, interlinking your paths as his cock hit your cervix. Forever his, claimed so deep no one could get rid of it.
His hips positioned faster, his heartbeat following as he lost himself in the desire of you. You felt its warmth before he announced it half heatedly. His cock spurting his cum inside of you, his hips lightly pushing it deeper as the drug wore off. Leon buried his head in your neck mumbling promises to keep you safe as he entwined himself with you.
A line was crossed but as he laid next to you in the bed he couldn't find himself to care. You listened to his heartbeat slow, the effect of the pollen slowly releasing as his cock softened. "What even happened?" You mumbled into his chest, falling asleep slowly now you were close to him and not watching his back leave through the front door. "Remind me not to touch flowers in labs again,"
"I thought that was a given?"
It was weird waking up and watching the sunlight catch on the few grey hairs that laid hidden in his blonde locks. His wrinkles that had come with his age and endless amounts of stress, now smoothed out as he slept peacefully. "Tell me this isn't a one time thing," You whispered into the early morning, holding yourself closer to him with a sigh. He had slipped through your fingers too many times, hopefully — after years of waiting. This was it.
You felt him smile against your hair, a kiss being pressed firmly at the crown of your head.
"Not if I have a say in it,"