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Only You.

Leon Simmons x BlackFem! / Plus Size Reader.

Summary: With senseless violence in South Central between Skully and Manboy engulfing the neighborhood, it seems like it was hell on earth. But when Leon gets revenge on someone and ends up in a whirlwind of events. He came to your house on an eerie crisp night.

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Warning: spoilers of season 4, mention of violence, drugs and murder, a teary-eyed yet soft Leon, a confession, dirty talk, praise, profanity, consensual for both parties, mention of death, Use of the n-word, Use of AAVE. protected sex.

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Leon skillfully made his way through the cramped, ashen tall fence, the distant wails of police sirens and the cacophony of barking dogs suffused the otherwise placid neighborhood. With a faint hiss, he effortlessly leaped onto the weathered wooden crate, landing gracefully on his sleek black Converse sneakers, the soles stomped on the supple, green grass. he swiftly regained his footing and rose from the ground.

As he stood upright, he caught the sound of your mother bidding you farewell, her voice fading as her car retreated from the narrow driveway, vanishing into the distance of the cul-de-sac. The front door closed with a resolute thud, followed by the echoing slam of the screen door behind you.

With utmost stealth, he strode between the two houses, stooping low to evade the prying eyes of the nosy neighbors. Pivoting to the right, he made a beeline towards the beige screen door, the vibrant orange glow of the streetlight above illuminated on his afro and caramel skin. His knuckles tapped lightly against the wooden surface of the beige-painted door, waiting patiently.

Leon looked both ways of the neighborhood before your footsteps thumped toward the door, it creaked open and revealed you sporting a black tee shirt and matching shorts, and your hair was styled in black box braids, tied back in a bun.

"Leon, are you alright?" you asked, your head cocked to the side in concern. Quickly stepping aside to let him in.

As he entered, you could see the distress written all over his face. What was going on with him?

"No, Y/N. I really messed up," he stuttered, his voice trembling as he shook his head in disbelief.

Leon hurried inside, kicking off the dirt and grass from his rugged Converse sneakers on the mat before shutting the door behind him. His heavy breathing filled the room, a clear indication of his fear.

"Sit down and try to relax, Leon. Tell me what happened," you said soothingly, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch.

Both of you settled onto the soft sage green sofa, and Leon began to recount the intense feud between Manboy and Skully.

Leon explained to you that In the Cadillac near Skully's house, Leon recalls the gruesome scene and recognizes someone from Skully's crew. As Leon leaves the vehicle, bullets fly and tragedy strikes when his recruit CJ is killed.

Amidst the chaos, a woman pleads and cradles her lifeless daughter in her arms. Leon tries to reason with Khadijah, but she is unwilling to forgive him. Uncle Jerome’s wife Louie was in the hospital, Fatback, Leon's bodyguard, is killed by Khadijah.

The profound impact of those distressing experiences shattered him internally, leading Leon to question whether he should continue selling products to his community, especially since it resulted in the tragic loss of Khadijah's daughter.

“W-wait? Skully’s baby mama? Khadijah?” you asked in a worried tone, your hands resting on his shoulders.

Leon nodded at you with a softened face, your eyes studied his expression with focus.

“It's all fucked up, I thought that I could do my own business without Franklin..” Leon said softly, his head shook from side to side.

“I'm sure you still could, you don't need Franklin..” you reasoned, trying to convince him.

You've never seen him this way, as if he was ready to break. Leon must have been greatly affected by everything, as it felt like a heavy burden on him, dragging him further into the vast and dark ocean.

His mother utilized the funds to help his siblings before ultimately kicking him out.

“My mama kicked me out, can I stay here at your place until Franklin tries to find me?” Leon asked softly, his eyes on you.

“Yes, you can Leon I'm sure Franklin is already walking to find you..” You joked, and stifled a laugh by biting down your teeth.

Leon lightly chuckled at your sarcasm accompanied by a subtle roll of his eyes, He knew all too well that you never liked Franklin. Sure, Franklin was good-looking, but that didn't erase your suspicions of his true side.

Leon was the sole person you had eyes for, the one who set your soul ablaze and made you question whether he reciprocated your feelings.

It had always been just you and Leon, a duo against the world. Franklin thought he was so smart with his towering IQ, He wasn't fooling anyone, not even you.

In the projects, they referred to Leon as Franklin's loyal lap dog, mocking him for his short stature and light complexion. They questioned why Leon would choose to spend his time with you.

The next place to go to was yours, you and Leon have been best friends since the sandbox, he promised to "get you and your mama out of the projects" when he was starting as Franklin’s right-hand man, you thought Leon was out of his rabbit-ass mind, but he kept that promise to you, you remembered when Leon came to you on your porch with a grin on his face.

Leon called out loudly for your mother to pack her things and relocate to the new location. That's exactly what you did, expressing your heartfelt gratitude towards him.

The neighborhood met expectations in terms of perfect safety and quality, exactly as he had described, with a pleasant aroma of mangoes and peaches in your house, which matched the descriptions you and your mother provided. She particularly adored the cheetah print rug and the small lion ornaments displayed on the side tables.

However, at present, Leon remained in the company of Franklin. His thick afro was full and curled, your manicured fingers rolled around his little curls, Leon exhaled a soft breath, relaxed in your touch and you gently held his cheek to bring him closer, gazing into his warm brown eyes. You loved it when he wore his afro out.

You desired to communicate all your thoughts to him, but you were aware that mere words couldn't adequately convey the intense guilt and shame consuming him.

“That's on me for what happened to Khadijah's daughter, it's my fucking fault..” Leon muttered softly, his voice cracked.

“Leon, I know you didn't mean to kill that little girl, it wasn't your fault..” You replied softly, gently rubbing the back of his neck. Shaking your head from side to side.

Leon laid his head on your lap and you played with the curls in his afro, reminding him to take breathes as you heard him softly sniffling, a tear rolling down his cheek and running down your thick thigh, his tear drop ran down your dark brown skin. You gradually leaned your head forward to meet Leon’s teary-eyed gaze, your face softened at his face. Your thumbs wiped away his tears, you can see the hurt in his eyes.

“Can you braid my hair in cornrows like you used to do when we were kids?” Leon asked softly, shifting his gaze toward you.

You smiled softly at Leon's request, understanding that he needed some sense of comfort and familiarity amidst the chaos that surrounded him.

“Yes I can, you know that I was the one who always had your hair lookin' nice…” You sang playfully, you gently guided him off your lap and stood up, motioning for him to follow you.

“Yeah you always did, it made every nigga in the hood jealous, wishing they had someone like you to keep them looking fresh like me.” He bragged with his soft smile, scratching the back of his neck.

Leading him into the cozy bedroom, you grabbed a stool and placed it in front of the mirror. Sitting down, Leon watched as you grabbed the hair cream and used the black comb to skillfully section his hair and began braiding it into neat cornrows, your smile curled up on your face.

“Do you still think I'm a good person right?” Leon asked, his eyes looked in the mirror.

“Yes I do, I know you, Lee.”

Your fingers moving deftly through his soft curls. The repetitive motion and the gentle touch seemed to calm him down, his breathing becoming more steady and his shoulders relaxing.

“Are you just saying that?”

Your face twisted up, how dare he ask such a question? You rolled your eyes at him, “Boy, why would you ask me that?” you fired back.

“Damn girl, I'm sorry…”

“Yeah, you better be..”

As your fingers braided through his hair, the tension in Leon's body slowly melted away, replaced by calm and security. The rhythmic motion of the braiding seemed to soothe his troubled mind, providing a temporary escape from the harsh reality he faced.

“Would I lie to you Leon?” You replied with a serious tone.

“No, you wouldn't…” He replied with a light chuckle.

Leon listened, his eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror. meeting your eyes as your heart skipped a beat from the intense eye contact.

"I’m sure Franklin will think of something, Leon, "It's best if you lay low and spent the night with me..” you continued, your voice filled with conviction.

“That nigga is always thinking of something girl..”

“I had a feeling that Franklin was using you, had you killing for him? What was the real reason Lee?” You asked him, exhaling a breath.

“He's still my best friend right?” Leon asked, his lip formed into a frown. The doubt crept into his tone.

“I was yours first before Franklin…” You whispered, your eyes shifting back to him and then back to his hair.

Leon overheard the final section, which left him questioning its meaning.

Finishing up the last cornrow, you carefully tied it off and admired your handiwork. Leon turned to face you, his eyes filled with love.

"Thank you, Y/N, for everything." he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

"You don't have to thank me, Leon." You smiled warmly at him, reaching out to cup his face in your hands.

Leon leaned into your touch, his lips brushing against your palm. His hands rested on your thick waist and pulled you in close, his eyes filled with a new emotion, you weren't sure what it was.

“Aren't you still with Wanda?” You sang playfully, cocking your head to the side, giggling a bit.

You must have heard of the famous love story of Leon and Wanda, but everything changed when Wanda became addicted to crack cocaine. Despite her struggles, Leon remained faithfully by her side, even during those long hospital stays.

Witnessing their deep connection made you envious and heartbroken, realizing that Leon's love for Wanda surpassed anything you could ever hope for. It left you longing for a love like theirs, but ultimately feeling isolated and alone in their world of love.

“Wanda and I ain't together no more, you're the only one I want Y/N…” Leon confessed, standing up from the stool.

“Are you sure that I'm not your second choice after things didn't work out between you and Wanda?” You asked him, your hands resting on your hips.

You bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from smiling, but that doesn't stop the flutter in your heart. Leon took a step closer to you.

"Y/N, you were never a second choice. From the moment we met, I've been in love with you. You've always been the one who understands me, supports me, and loves me for who I am. I want to do the same, Wanda was a part of my past, but you're my present and my future."

His words sent warmth through your body, and you let a smile spread across your face. "Leon, I've always been in love with you, I was afraid."

Leon embraced you tightly, pulling you close against his body. As he leaned in, he pressed his lips against yours, and you responded with fervor, while both of you shed your clothes and flung them carelessly onto the floor of your bedroom.

Before going towards the brown dresser and opening the top drawer, you planted a kisse on his lips, and then handed Leon the wrapped condom.

“Safety first lil’ Lee…” you teased, your smirk curled up on his face.

“Aint nothing lil over here about me girl…” he teased, he slid down his green striped boxers shorts.

His dick sprang from his striped boxer shorts, and he was right. Your eyes landed on his manhood, you damn near gasped. Leon had a big dick for someone who was short, he must've proven all the girls in the hood wrong.

You laid on your back on the bed with your legs gently parting apart, Leon looked into your eyes for consent, “You ready baby?” he asked, he gently plopped on the bed.

“Yes, I'm ready..”

He gradually slid the condom on his dick and rubbed his tip between your folds, you gasped softly with your hands resting on his shoulders, and he gently slid himself inside of you, filling you up to the brim. “L-Leon…” you moaned, your nails scraped across his back. He began to roll his hips at a steady pace, your walls tightening around his dick.

“Damn girl…” he moaned, picking up the pace in his thrusts, burying his face into your neck, leaving hickeys on your skin as your mind blurred of pure pleasure with tears rolling down your eyes, Leon scattered kisses across your collarbone and amidst your breast, as his thumb gently circled your clitoris, your wetness gathered around his digits.“You're so beautiful..”

He slid his thumb across his tongue and hummed, "Taste just like mangos.." he hummed, his tounge interlocks with yours for a passionate kiss, your head fell back on the pillow, “oh fuck…Lee!” You cried out, the bed creaked back and forth to the wall, leaving a dent.

Your stomach becomes taut, signaling the pinnacle of pleasure as you clutch the bedsheets tightly with your hands. “My girl..” Leon whispered, kissing your lips twice. "Let me see that pretty face you make when you cum.." he teased, eliciting a plethora of moans from you.

Your eyelashes fluttered open as you looked up at him, meeting his low gaze, those brown eyes of his were so easy to get lost in, "Oh fuckk!" and you came undone onto his dick, he followed suit by gradually pulling out and sliding the filled condom off.

Leon stood up from the bed and tightly tied the ends as he threw the condom away in the trashcan, You stood up from the bed and he gently pulled you back by your thick waist, he kissed you on the lips passionately. Playfully smacking your plump ass.

“Did you mean what you said about me being your girl Leon?” You asked, hesitant yet scared as hell.

Later, following the short discussion with the other person, you went into the bathroom and showered, experiencing a renewed sense of energy. Subsequently, Leon also showered, running your water bill up.

Leon put on his green striped boxers shorts and joined you in bed, snuggling close and covering both of you with a blanket, exchanging kisses on the lips. His body pressed against yours, and the comforting warmth enveloped you both.

The two of you drifted off peacefully through the rest of the night in his loving arms.

Startled by the loud banging on your front door, you jolted awake from your slumber. The morning light peeked through your blinds, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you yawned, stretching your limbs.

With a groan, you dragged yourself out of bed and strode down the hallway, still clad in your pajamas. Whoever was knocking like they were the police, must've needed to find Leon. You hoped it wasn't Manboy, Skully or Khadijah.

"Who the hell is it?" You fired back, Irritated. Your hand ran down your face as you faced the screen door.

"It's Franklin and Jerome," echoed Jerome's voice from outside your residence.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, you secretly wished it was Louie instead.

With a twist of the top and bottom locks, you cautiously swung the door open. There stood Franklin, his cane firmly clutched in his hand, and his uncle Jerome by his side. Their faces bore expressions of concern and gravity as they looked at you.

"Is Leon here with you?" Franklin's voice carried a serious tone, his eyes piercing through you.

"Yes, Lee is here. He fell asleep in my bedroom last night..." you mumbled, still half-asleep but audible enough for them to hear.

Jerome and Franklin entered your home, and you stepped aside to let them through. He halted in his tracks and spun around on his heels, stopping before they made their way down the hallway, Franklin winced in pain, Yet, he maintained a stoic face with a subtle hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"I understand that we've never really connected, but I'm grateful that Leon chose to come to you. You two were always close when we were kids," Franklin said softly, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'm happy he's here too. But let's be clear, this isn't a friendship between us. Let's keep it that way," you replied firmly, arms crossed.

“Agreed, Y/N. I’d like to keep it that way too..” Franklin mentioned, smirking a bit.

Jerome shook Leon awake, causing him to groan and shift in his sleep. As Leon rubbed his eyes, Jerome urged him, "Wake the fuck up, lil nigga." He then smacked Leon's face lightly.

Entering the cozy bedroom, Franklin fixed his gaze on the half-asleep Leon. "Get dressed and ready, I have a plan involving Manboy, Skully, and his baby mama," Franklin stated with a serious tone.

"So you spend your night getting cornrows and some pussy?" Franklin spat, his brows raised.

Leon got up from the bed, adjusting his boxers and pants before putting on his shirt. He yawned and stretched his limbs, preparing to face the day ahead.

“Hey, it ain’t just some pussy man, Y/N is my girl now..” Leon fired back, his face twisted up.

You were taken aback by his words, shock and joy flooding through you. Franklin and Jerome exchanged glances, surprised by the unexpected revelation.

"Is that so?" Franklin asked, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, that's right. Y/N is my woman now, and I ain't lettin' her go," Leon declared, standing tall and proud.

"Well, well, looks like you finally found yourself a good woman. About time!"Jerome let out a hearty laugh, clapping Leon on the back.

"If she's got you this happy and focused, then I'm all for it. Just make sure you keep your priorities straight, Leon." He retorted, a hint of approval in his gaze as he nodded.

You couldn't believe the turn of events, but deep down, you knew that this was where you were meant to be - by Leon's side. As he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close by giving you a kiss on the lips, you felt a sense of warmth and security that you had never experienced before.

"I'll see you later, Lee." You whispered, a smile on your face.

“Bye baby girl..” he said softly, nuzzling his nose on yours.

You watched him walk out of your house with Franklin and Jerome, he closed the door behind himself. Next thing you heard was the Cadillac drive away from the quiet neighborhood.

It left you with slight worry for your boyfriend Leon, your non-existent trust in Franklin. But you had to keep the faith in God that everything was gonna be alright. Between you and Leon.

You knew that another day the sun would set on you and Leon handing hands and kissing sweetly as if you were newlyweds on your wedding day and the honeymoon pass was just beginning for you..

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