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megamindsecretlair · 7 months

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You Understand Me Now

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Bratty!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), size kink, some dirty talk, all consensual. Daddy kink. Toxic smut. Mention of jail, drug use, and drinking. Angst if you squint. Established relationship.

Summary: While Franklin feels mounting pressure from setting up new business, he has to track you down and set you right.

Word Count: 3,673k

A/N: Hello brainrot, my old friend. Who needs sleep when there's smut to be had? I had TOO much fun writing this. It was written in a daze so all mistakes are mine. I just need some act right from Franklin!!! Enjoy if you do too! Thank you for so much love on my Franklin fics! I love yall. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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You were shaking your ass like there was no tomorrow. The music was thumping through the floors like a live beast. You felt it in your chest. Alcohol was coursing through your system. It gave everything a hazy, bright glow. It was too loud to think and yet all roads lead to Franklin Saint.

You had been cooped up in an empty house by yourself. What use was all the shit Franklin brought in if he wasn’t there to enjoy it with you? He would leave early in the morning and not return until long after you’d gone to sleep. Your initial reaction was that he was cheating, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

You’d see Franklin dead before he cheated on you. And he’d see hell freeze over before the thought crossed his mind. You knew he loved you. He wasn’t the greatest at showing it and dammit, it hurt.

Did that mean that you had to suffer? No. No, it did not. You called up your girl and went to her place to get dressed. The hardest part about dating Franklin was all the secrets. All the lies. They sometimes got twisted in the careful web you weaved. Over time, it became easier to not leave the house at all.

Franklin was turning you into a hermit and you wanted to hate him for it. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a cell in your body that could hate that man. So you took your anger out on him in other ways. It was an insidious need gnawing in the back of your mind.

Sometimes he’d walk in with that tired grin. Too tired to give you a proper hug and a kiss. Like you weren’t worth the effort it took to check in and ask about your day. You knew that he was in the middle of important business dealings. But lately, you were feeling neglected.

Not today.

At your girl’s house, she told you she missed you and your wild days at wild parties, living it up, gone off of the weed, and having real fun. She reminded you that you were still young and you were one of the lucky ones. You didn’t have a baby to look after.

“You mu’fuckin’ right,” you said. You nodded your head, the idea taking shape the longer you sat with it. Thirty minutes later, you were both dressed like you didn’t have a man. You wore a very short skirt and off the shoulder top. Your coarse hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Your makeup was flawless.

It was practically gone now. Still you danced. Still you partied like there was no tomorrow. You left your pager at home. You didn’t care what Franklin had to say. So you shook and danced and waved off try-too-hard niggas with grabby hands.

You clasped your friend’s hand and pulled her away from yet another man in your business. Damn, couldn’t you just go out and dance? Let loose?

“I see you havin’ real fun,” you heard above you.

You gasped and straightened out. You hadn’t seen him. Felt him. Or heard as he approached. One minute, your eyes were closed dancing to Flashlight. The next minute, Franklin was staring down at you with his nose slightly flared.

“How’d you find me?” You asked.

You looked around him and noticed Leon standing by the door looking sullen. “I can get to you any time I want,” he said.

You folded your arms. The night’s festivities were catching up with you. Sweat pasted your shirt to your body. Little frizzes of hair escaped your ponytail. Your feet ached from spending hours on the makeshift dance floor. You were out of breath, staring at Franklin and wondering where his state of mind was at.

“I’m here trying to handle bidness and this is how you act?”

You sucked your teeth and rolled your eyes. “The hell was I supposed to do?” You had to yell to be heard over the funk music. “Sit at home and wait for yo Black ass to come around?”

Franklin rolled his neck. He was stressed out. You took a step forward. You longed to wrap your arms around him to hug and kiss him. To make it all better. But fuck that. Your anger was a familiar coat you threw on.

“Let’s go,” he said. He dismissed your comments altogether. He turned and you faced the wide expanse of his broad back. His black polo shirt highlighted the slope of his shoulders, his sexy walk. The length of his legs were their own turn on.

You didn’t follow him. He moved behind a dancing couple. He half turned and inclined his head. You turned around yourself. Two can play that game. You headed towards the back of the party.

You were gaining attention. Those who weren’t smoking weed, were looking at you over the tops of cups. Others were smokin’ that stupid ass crack pipe. Franklin grabbed your hand and stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t fuckin’ embarass me. Let’s go,” he said, his whispered baritone fanning across your ear. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. Your body always reacted to him. Right now, your clit was throbbing thinking of what he was planning on doing to you. He hadn’t touched you in a week and it was driving you insane.

“You can’t tell me what to do, Franklin,” you said.

Franklin stopped looking around and fixed you with a glare so severe, it’d hurt less if he slapped you. “The fuck you just say to me?”

“You can’t tell me what to fuckin’ do, Franklin.” You emphasized his name, drawing out the syllables.

“Man, get yo ass in the car,” he said.

“Fuck you, nigga!” The rage that you cloaked yourself in was comforting in its heat. Spurned on by the alcohol, you poked at his chest. “Fuck you! Fuck you!” You slapped at his chest.

“I’m only going to say this one more time, get in the fuckin’ car,” he said. He leaned in close to you, that calm demeanor slipping back behind his eyes. He kissed you on the cheek. A quick, dispassionate kiss that only served to piss you off even more.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Franklin gripped your upper arm. He pushed you forward, around dancing people giving you the stink eye, past Leon with a little smirk on his face, and outside. The brutal LA night was cold and unforgiving against your damp skin.

“Get off me, nigga!” You yanked your arm out of his grip. He talked about you embarrassing him. But he was the one who dragged you out of the party like some baby.

Leon snickered. “Damn, you let her talk to you like that?”

Franklin took a deep breath, looking towards the sky. “For one fuckin’ day, can any of ya’ll act right? I’m sick of this shit.”

“I know you ain’t talkin’, Leon,” you said. Alcohol emboldened you. You felt invincible. Like you could hang onto a star and fly through the universe. You were ready with a scathing remark.

Franklin stood in front of you, blocking your view of Leon who had squared up, ready to pop off. Franklin’s nose flared, his mouth stuck in a grimace. “Car, now,” he said.

Oh shit. Maybe you went a little too far. “Sure thing, Franklin,” you said with a sweet smile.

You heard Franklin blow out a deep breath. “You got a way to get home?” You heard Franklin ask Leon as you walked away. You folded your arms and trudged the short distance to the curb.

You reached the car, sliding in and putting your head against the headrest. You glared at Franklin as he said goodbye to Leon. Leon was smirking. You bet they were laughing it up at your expense. At your feelings.

It paled in comparison to the lust you felt for Franklin. He walked towards the car. He was so different after he got out of jail. Tougher. Harder. There were moments where you would catch the Franklin you first fell in love with. The optimistic boy you would follow anywhere.

Franklin was a man after jail. He picked up an edginess. A shorter temper. You couldn’t tell him what to do and that made him sexier to you. He was never a weak man. But now, he was strength personified.

He climbed into the car in silence. He turned the car on and peeled out of the projects. “Not gon’ say shit?” You asked.

Franklin didn’t look at you. He kept his eyes on the road, obeying all of the traffic lights. There was no reason to give LAPD an excuse to pull you over. Not that they always needed one. Driving while Black was practically an invitation to the cops to fuck with you.

Franklin turned into his garage. You watched and listened as he closed the garage door behind you. He turned the car off and hopped out of the car. He came around to your side and opened the door.

You hated the silent treatment. It was like he had ice water in his veins. You got out of the car and stood in the open door. Arms folded. Staring across a chasm at Franklin that you couldn’t cross. Couldn’t access. You weren’t welcome.

“Sick of this shit,” you muttered.

“Get yo ass in the room and I’ll deal with you in a minute,” he said.

“No, fuck you,” you said.

That vindictive streak in you wanted to push him. To push him past the point of breaking him.

“I don’t need this fuckin’ shit! I got enough shit to deal with than hearin’ my girl shakin’ her ass for anyone to see!” His voice rose from a deadly calm to outright yelling.

“I was just dancin’,” you said with a shrug.

“Yo ass don’t listen too good, huh?” Franklin grinned cruelly and laughed. He grabbed you by the arm and tugged you inside the house. The house was lit up like a Christmas tree, as if he’d searched every room for you.

You didn’t have a chance to appreciate the sentiment as he tugged you through the house, towards your room. He pushed you onto the bed and watched you flop.

You pushed up onto your elbows but Franklin grabbed your hips and yanked your body down the bed to the edge. Your ass hung off of it. He used his leg to push yours further apart.

“Franklin?” You asked. Your voice wobbled but not with fear. You were so turned on, you didn’t trust your voice.

A sharp slap rung throughout the room. You cried out and clutched at the bed spread. Heat blossomed on your nearly exposed ass. One sharp jerk later, and it was over your hips, pushed up.

“This what you wanted right? Why yo ass was actin’ up?” He asked.

He rubbed the area that he slapped and you hissed. You were at an awkward angle. Half hanging off of the bed like you were, your heels were the only thing sort of keeping you upright. You stood on your tiptoes to brace yourself. Franklin standing in between your legs threw your balance off slightly.

Franklin ran his hands down the crack of your ass, down towards your pussy. He moved your skimpy panties aside and pressed his thumb into your entrance. You cooed and collapsed onto the bed.

“This pussy right there? Mine,” he said. He slapped your ass with his free hand and you gasped. The dichotomy of him slipping his fingers inside of you and the heat of the slap was too much already.

“Baby…”

“Naw, don’t baby me. It was Franklin earlier, wasn’t it?” He asked. He removed his thumb and quickly replaced it with his index finger. He grunted and pushed a second finger in.

“Oh, baby,” you moaned. He widened his fingers, preparing you for him.

“What happened to all that shit you was talkin’?” He asked. He leaned over over, driving his fingers in deeper. You moaned and clutched the bedspread past the point of your fingers cramping.

“I’m sorry,” you said. You moved your ass in a circle, in tune with how Franklin pumped his fingers in and out of you. As long as he kept doing that, you’d give him any answer he was looking for.

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered against your ear. He leaned back and added a third finger.

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned. Your body jerked and twitched as if you ate a live wire. Your orgasm ripped through you. Each wave hit you harder and faster, dragging you under its sweet release.

Franklin withdrew his fingers and you heard him licking each one. You huffed. This man was going to be the death of you.

Franklin massaged your ass, bringing attention back to the lingering pain. “I just missed you, baby,” you said.

“Mhmm,” he said. He took a few deep breaths. His hands grabbed a handful of your ass. He made quick work of his pants, shedding it in nearly one fell swoop. He rubbed his thick, hardening dick along your slick slit.

You bit your lip and moaned. “Pleasepleaseplease,” you said and wiggled your ass against him.

He grabbed your left wrist and pulled it behind your back. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either. You twisted your wrist but Franklin didn’t give you much room. He learned forward, his polo shirt rustling against your shirt.

He brought his lips down to your ear. He licked the shell of it. Placed kisses behind your ear, into that sensitive spot. You shivered. Your desperate pussy clenched around nothing. He wrapped your hair around his fingers and pulled your head to the side for better access.

You ached. You were so empty, you could cry. Literally, tears gathered behind your closed eyelids. You needed to be filled up by him. Consumed by him. You wanted to end where he began and begin where he ended.

“The next time you need some dick, you come fuckin’ find me,” he said. He pushed into you slowly, stopping every so often so that you could get acclimated to him.

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” you whined as he fulfilled your silent request. “Pleaseplease,” you muttered over and over.

“Do you know my heart stopped comin’ here, callin’ for you like a mu’fuckin’ idiot? I called your pager. Shit was beepin’ by our bed. Anythin’ could’ve happened to you!”

He seemed to forget his plan because he started to increase his thrusts. Whatever he gave, you took. You bounced back on him, matching his rhythm. He fucked you into the bed, pushing down on your arm behind your back.

You were shoved ever more onto your tiptoes. Your right hand searched for purchase on the bed. Anything to brace you against his savage thrusts. It felt like he was pouring all of his frustration out into you. You gripped the bed spread and chewed on a piece of it.

There was a low, delicious burn inching up your legs. You shook violently, crying out as he hit that spot that only he could reach. Only he could touch. Only him.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you choked out. He pushed the very air from your lungs. Each thrust knocked a little more loose. You panted against him.

“Oh fuck, right there,” you whined. Your ass clapped against his hips and the wet slap surprised another orgasm out of you. You stuttered over his name as you came, your pussy contracting and flooding his dick.

“Look at you, can’t even hold on to that fucked up attitude,” he said. He licked your neck and nibbled at a sensitive bit. You shuddered and tried to curl in on yourself.

“Naw,” he breathed.

He slipped out of you and you cried in earnest. Tears slid down your cheeks. You groaned. Words weren’t working right for you.

Franklin manhandled you. He flipped you onto your back and pulled you by your arms. You sat up and flopped against his body. He gripped your chin and made you look at him.

“Talk a big game, no follow through, huh?” He asked. Bastard. But you got what you wanted.

“I’ll do better, Daddy,” you said. You gave him puppy dog eyes.

Franklin grinned and pecked your lips. “I know you will,” he whispered.

He tugged your shirt off, revealing your bra. Franklin sucked your nipple through the lacy material and you bucked off of the bed. “Shit!”

The sensation was both there and wasn’t there. You registered a barrier between his mouth and your nipple but you didn’t really feel it.

Franklin thrusted into you, hard. You gasped, your mouth hanging open. He climbed onto the bed, getting into a better position. He tore off his polo shirt and tossed it onto the floor.

He laid over you, crushing your body to the bed. He used one hand to spread you completely open for him. The other hand, grabbed your right hand and held it above you. Your fingers intertwined with his. He ground his hips into you, his dick disappearing inside of you.

His strokes were deep, brutal, and punishing. He wasn’t done being pissed at you. The thought should scare you. It should drive you right out of his bed. But no one else fucked you so completely. Made you feel so wanted and adored and like he needed to fuck you like a person needed air.

Every stroke hit that deep spot inside of you. Your knees closed around his hips. Your left hand scratched his back.

“That attitude shit stops,” he said as he made out with your titties. He pulled your cups down until they were under your breasts, pushing them up and into his eager mouth.

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned.

You felt the muscles in his back working as he pushed in and out of you. His dick stretched you right to the edge of pain. That fine line was delicate and he walked it well. Your hand traveled the length of his back, feeling all of the additional muscles and the dip of his back. The top of his ass that you couldn’t reach.

You closed your eyes as he rolled a nipple around his mouth.

“The last thing I need to fuckin’ worry about is you,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” your breath was failing you. Hell, you didn’t even know what he was saying at this point. You’d agree to just about anything at the moment. As long as he kept his strokes nice and deep like that.

You felt him in your chest. He pushed up and you couldn’t barely breathe. He was stuffing you full of him, feeding you his dick.

“You think this shit is cute and it ain’t! How the fuck it look that I can’t control my girl?”

You contracted against him. Another orgasm was building. His voice was so deep and raspy. And when he yelled, it was like unlocking a switch inside of you. You began to twitch again. Tears streamed down your face.

“I’m sorry! I hate being here without you,” you managed to croak out.

Fuck, you were so damn close. “Please Daddy, I’m so sorry. I’ll do better,” you said.

Franklin lifted his head from your titty. He stared into your eyes.

“Don’t you fuckin’ know how much I love you? Why do I have to prove it to you?” He asked, softly. So at odds with his pounding dick.

“You don’t!” You yelled. Your orgasm was just out of reach. So, so, sososososo close.

“Then why you like makin’ me mad?” He asked, his voice raised. Your jaw went slack as the orgasm finally tore through you like a tidal wave. You flopped and twitched, unable to hear or see anything as stars danced behind your eyelids.

Your convulsing pussy triggered Franklin’s orgasm. He pushed into you further, his cum splashing inside of you. You felt his dick twitch and pulse.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You feel what you do to me?” He asked. He placed his head into the crook of your neck and panted.

“Yes, oh fuck yes,” you murmured.

“You do that to me,” he said. He kissed your jaw, your cheek. Your lips lazily found his and you kissed him with the last remaining breath in you. You felt light headed. You wanted to curl up like a cat at his feet. He rubbed your arms and kissed you as you floated back to your body.

As he softened, he pulled out of you. His thick cum eased out of you. Franklin rolled over onto his back with a contented sigh. He placed one hand behind his head. You rolled and tucked your body into his. He rubbed your back. You spread your right arm across his chest. A possessiveness taking over you.

He kissed your temple and looked at you. “Don’t you ever call me by my first name again,” he said. He turned to stare at the ceiling. His fingers never gave up their glide and and down your back.

You giggled sleepily. “Keep fuckin’ me like that and I won’t have to,” you said.

Franklin grabbed your right hand and brought it to his lips. “I gotta fuck you to keep you in line, is that it?” He asked.

“Somethin’ like that,” you said with a small giggle.

You were dragged kicking and screaming to sleep. You wanted to stay up and talk to him. Anything to keep hearing that sexy voice. Anything to keep him here with you longer. You were beyond worried that the moment you opened your eyes, he’d be gone again. Like a puff of smoke you couldn’t hold on to. He’d just slip through your fingers.

You were so blessedly fucked out, that your head emptied. You fell asleep to the thump of his heart. And you prayed. Prayed that he’d be there when you woke up.

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buttercream-princess · 1 year

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I just wrote a 2k fic about this man. It started as a fluffy drabble about picking songs while driving, now it's turned into a smutty oneshot and YK has his d*ck in her mouth.

I was hoping to release it now but now I wanna add more because it has me feeling a type of way even reading it. Writing foreplay just to build up the steam is something else. Lord ha'mercy. I know it's big.

#damson idris #damson idris fan fiction #snowfall fanfiction #Franklin saint fanfiction #black!reader #black reader fan fiction #black reader insert #black female writer #black writer #black smut #black reader smut #fine black men #black fluff

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frank1nsaint · 3 months

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Franklin Part 3

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

“Why you been dodging me?” Franklin asks you as soon as you open the door to your house

You step out “I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“Oh so those pages and calls to your phone?” he points towards the inside of your house “They didn't happen?”

You shrug “I don't know maybe you dialed the wrong number” you had no plan to explain to him why you hoped he would just take the hint and let you be, it had been 3 weeks since your first date

He throws his hands up “Come on Y/N what happened? We were just good not too long ago I was gonna take you on another date’n shit”

“I don’t think we would be good for each other Franklin”

“Why you say that? we just talked about you not sabotaging” he points between both of you “this”

“Im not”

He leans in “You are” he argues

“Franklin we aren’t good for each other just accept that” you state matter of factly before you turn to go in

He grabs your arm gently “Nah you owe me an explanation”

“I don’t!” you answer defiantly snatching your arm away

“Yes the fuck you do. I’m puttin’ my best foot forward and you fuckin’ it up on purpose cuz of what? you fucking scared of the shit I do? Aint nobody gon touch you Y/N they dont touch Wanda and her dope head ass what make you think they gon fuck withchu?”

You sigh “Franklin”

“Nah fuck that Y/N”

“You really wanna know?”

He nods “Yes I do, enlighten me”

You pause “I can’t trust you Franklin”

His face holds a confused look “What are you even...?”

“After our date, some of your henchmen came up to me. Guess what they said to me?”

Franklin held his breath he feels his heart beat start to increase. You start to mock the mannerisms and voice of the men “shit I heard you and my boy Saint had a date last night” He shrugs “So i told them we went on a date big deal” praying that's where the story ends

You continue “Men I lost my $200 and my boy came up on a smooth couple grand” you pause and look at him “ha-ha my man Saint he a G tho” you return to a normal voice “then he proceeds to tell me that there was a bet between you and your fucking crew, you got two grand if i actually went on a date with you?” you scoff “if you were that hard up for money Saint all you had to do was ask I could have given you that and we wouldn’t be having this conversation”

“Y/N let me explain” this was not as it seemed

“Not even 24 hours passed after our date and I’m hearing you went rounding up your niggas so they could pay you!" you paused "And OH! if I fucked you it would have been an additional $3000” you say sarcastically

“Y/N” he calls

You start mocking another guy “My girl Y/N, my sunshiiinneee yo yo yo shit if i had known all i had to do was ask you all proper and shit you would be my girl now. May I take you to dinner Y/N, miss congeniality” you tilt your head “they said you looked pretty in that green dress last night wish it was me instead of that nigga!”

“Who approached you?” he asked with a deep scowl on his face.

“I’ll give you that Saint. You played me good. You played a good game” you begin to walk away

“Hold up, hold up, hold up, who came up to you?” He asked again You return his mug “I’m not telling you Franklin! It doesn’t matter anyway you up 1 grand right?”

“Y/N listen I will explain later but who told you that? They are a liability to my shit!”

You shrug “what that got to do with me?”

“Tell me their fuckin’ names Y/N!” he demands

You sigh “you betted on me”

“Y/N”

In a soft tone you say “$2000 for the date, additional $3000 if we fucked, had people follow us, Big Saint, The Man, The Myth, The Legend show you lil niggas how its done” you pause “right?...... Saint?”

He looks up and runs his hand down his face feeling like his heart was going to explode word for word you quote what he had that night (“show you lil niggas how its done”) “Y/N please just tell me who told you that and I will explain everything” he begs

“If you wanted the money all you had to do was ask Franklin”

“Y/N, I don’t care about the money” “But you still made sure to collect, right?” you pause “Then you got the nerve to get annoyed at the fact that I was sabotaging the date!” you scoff in disbelief and begin to walk into your house

Franklin grabs your arm “Y/N listen!”

“Don’t Franklin!” you warn removing yourself from his grip

He blocks the door with his body “Y/N This aint a fucking game who approached you?! I need to know!”

You shook your head, you look him in the eye “I’m not gonna tell you Saint”

He tilted his head and pauses with an offended tone he says “Don’t call me that, I'm not Saint to you it’s either Franklin or any other fucking thing else but I’m not Saint to you!”

You go to say something else but decide not “Fucking Asshole!” you mutter looking down at your sweater pulling small knots that had formed

He released a deep sigh “Fine I’ll take that but you need to tell me who approached you.” he moves his head trying to get you to look up at him. You remain silent. “Tell me Y/N”

You shake your head “I’m not gonna tell you Franklin”

“WHY?!” he pauses to gather himself “You know how serious this shit is?” “SO YOU CAN GO KILL THEM?!” “OH MY GOD AINT NOBODY THINKIN’ ABOUT KILLING THEM NIGGAS!” he looks around and moves closer to you “keep your fucking voice down!” he whispers harshly You scoff “It’s all good Saint” Almost immediately he sizes you up and with gritted teeth he says “What the fuck did I just say?”

You feel shiver run down, it shocked you so much that you instinctively jump move away slightly, but you hold your ground still glaring at him before you step away and snicker and nod a few of times with tears in your eyes

With instant regrets he breaks his stance and takes a step back to show that his anger isn't’ aimed at you. “Just tell me” he says in a significantly softer tone

“I’m not gonna tell you Franklin, I don’t want their deaths on me because you decided to be an asshole all over $5000?”

He steps towards “Y/N please”

You step away with your hand up “It’s all good Franklin, I hope you put that $1000 to good use” a tear drops from your eyes “Y/N” “No hard feelings really Franklin, but you know this can’t work ever, doesn’t matter your explanation.” another tear from your right eye begins to roll down “wish you the best in your business stay safe out there”

“Y/N! No no no no please please please!” he begs gently grabbing your hand trying to stop you but also making sure to not scare you away

You pull your hand away “Goodnight Franklin” you speak before closing the door.

He looks at the door for a moment before turning and walking away towards his car. He turns on the car and begins to drive away “FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” he screams feeling the rage course through him as he speeds on the freeway

Franklin walks in and slams the door causing Jerome to jump up from his seat gun drawn “MOTHAFUCKA I ALMOST SHOT YOU WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITCHU?!”

They hear footsteps before Louie is stand ny the door “JEROME? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? FRANKLIN!?” she comments frantically looking around for the threat “Not now” he grits out

“NIGGA WHO YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO?! WALKIN’ UP IN MY HOUSE SLAMMIN’ MY SHIT. I'll FUCK YOU UP!” Jerome bellows

The phone rings and Franklin picks up “Hello?! meet me at Jerome house, now nigga, YES NOW! Bring Sean witchu!”

“WHAT THE HELL GOING ON FRANKLIN WHAT HAPPENED?” Louie asks “THEM LITTLE MOTHAFUCKAS DONE WENT AND TOLD Y/N ABOUT THE BET!” “WHAT? WHAT BET?” Louie asks

Jerome looks at Franklin like he has three heads “NIGGA WHAT??? YOU MAD OVER THAT STUPID ASS BET?” Franklin took major offence to Jeromes accusations, tilting his head to the side “You laughing but if I can't trust them to not tell a bitch about a stupid ass bet I can’t trust them in my shit!! They gone blow up our spot and fuck up our shit.” he points to his head “You not thinking Unc” Jerome paused and realised the gravity of the situation

“What is this bet? And what it got to do with that lil girl?” Louie asked as she looked between the two

Jerome gently waved her away “I’ll explain it to you later baby just let us be”

Louie scoffed “Shit mothafucka walkin’ in here slamming doors”

“Louie” Franklin commented

“Nigga fuck you!”

Franklin squared up Louie “AYE! AYE! AYE! WE DON'T NEED ALL THAT NOW!”

Franklin huffed and turned to continue his pace

In 10 minutes Leon and Sean arrived

“Nigga what happened” Leon asked gun already out

“We got some rat ass mothafuckas in our crew look how they got Franklin!” Jerome pokes fun at him “Nigga pacing around and shit over a bitch!” he jokes

“UNC!” Franklin warns

“What... happened?” Sean asked confused

“Y/N told me that niggas from our crew approached her telling her about the bet”

“Soooo...” Leon looked at Franklin confused

“So?” Franklin returned the expression “You niggas not thinking?” he paused “I GOTTA DO ALL THE THINKIN’ AROUND HERE??!!”

“We don’t” Sean speaks trying to rationalise their confusion

“If they running to tell her about a bet, a bet made between everyone in that room, what makes you think they not blowing up our spot?”

The men looked between each other the reality finally setting in for everyone that they could be completely exposed for anything at any moment.

“Our competitors, our opps, our product, our recipe, our schedule, our plug, our money, our peoples” Franklin states

“We got it Nephew” Jerome comments wanting him to not continue hating the feeling of being vulnerable

Franklin chuckled and looked around at them and in a whisper he sneers “and you niggas think I’m mad over a bitch when I got some snake ass mothafuckas in my crew??!! I GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS NIGGA!!” “My bad” Sean says throwing his hands up

“FFFUUUCK! Round all them niggas up now”

Leon puts his hand up “Now hold on its 2am we ain't bout to be meeting without cops spotting us”

“SHIT!”

“Look lets come up with a solution to figure out who them niggas are we start rounding people up they might start snitching even more” Leon strategizes

Franklin nodded in agreeance “We gonna act like shit aint happen and take them niggas out one by one!”

Jerome nods “Yea I like that plan!”

Franklin sighs and sits down releasing the tension in his body

“We got a plan nephew unless you got something better?”

“No I don't.”

Its silent for awhile with the 3 men (Jerome, Sean, Leon) talking to each other catching up on what they heard or whats going with their product

“Nigga what wrong withchu we have a solution”

Franklin waves him off “Not now Unc,I’m trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Y/N”

“Oh shit,” Leon comments forgetting that you were involved

“Yea nigga, Y/N! they told Y/N!”

“HA-HA you losing your mind over this girl boy! Now you know niggas talk worse than bitches sometimes. Gossipping mothafuckas”

“NOT NOW UNC” Leon shrugs “just go get another bitch, she aint the only fine girl that we know”

Franklin shot him an incredulous look “I don't want another bitch Leon I want that one!”

“She not special her stuck up ass I bet if you called Tasha now she’ll literally hop the fuck out her bed and come fuck you” Leon wasn’t really a big fan of you, he thought that you acted too good

“I dont want Tasha, I want Y/N and that thing was a fucking mistake i told you that” “Hell no don’t call that crazy girl up here! Her bat shit ass bout got herself killed trying to sneak in my damn house talking about she just wanna see Frankie” Louie comments

Jerome chortles “BOY YOU HAD THAT GIRL GOING CRAZY BOUT LOST HER FUCKIN’ MIND. DICK HAD HER STUCK NEPHEW!!” he blares out a laugh

Leon, Sean, and Louie join in on the laugh

Franklin ran his hands down his face “We gotta find them or this shit is not gonna last. If they can go run and tell Y/N what else are they doing? Product been going missing lets start there whoever them mothafuckas are they fuckin’ dead!” he grumbled.

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notapradagurl7 · 6 months

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Could've Been.(+18)

Leon Simmons x Black Fem! Reader.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @henneseyhoe @wide-nose-and-wonderful @planetblaque

Summary: On a quiet nightly stroll from a meeting with Franklin, Leon visits you and confesses his feelings for you.

A/N: I was binge-watching Snowfall and decided to write about Leon’s fine self. 😩 whew enjoy!🫶❤️

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The young adult male walked, the dark sky loomed over him like an endless abyss. The snow-moonlit rays cast a hauntingly beautiful glow on his caramel skin, causing the clouds above to appear faintly white. In the distance, a grey pit bull's constant barking echoed through the stillness, its paws clattering against a silver chain-link fence. The flickering of the bright orange streetlight added to the noise, its constant buzz causing his face to twist up in irritation. With each step, the flat soles of his low-top black Converse met the cold concrete with a resounding thud.

Leon strolled aimlessly down the sidewalk, lost in thought after his talk with Franklin. The job of peddling goods to his people and being Franklin's bodyguard was finally behind him. Although he and Franklin remained good friends, Leon's mind was distracted with someone else entirely - his dear friend Y/N.

You and Leon's friendship blossomed when the two of you first met through Wanda, who used to be your closest friend until addiction took hold of Wanda. Together, the two friends tried to help Wanda overcome her drug habit, but it was a difficult battle. Despite the setbacks, Leon refused to give up on her. When Wanda was rushed to the hospital, Leon reached out to You and you hurried to his side, taking a seat in the gray cushioned armchair next to him as they sat by Wanda's bedside.

You observed the longing glances he threw toward Wanda, you placed a consoling hand on his back, hoping to relieve his pain as he leaned against your shoulder. Despite your ease of forgiveness, he persisted in blaming himself and offering apologies that he couldn't bring himself to accept.

Although Leon and Wanda weren't dating at the time, You felt that it was not the right time to express your feelings for Leon, given the chaos surrounding them. Eventually, Wanda got her life together, and you and Leon were happy for her. You thanked Leon for his unwavering support and for paying the expenses of Wanda's recovery.

You planted a kiss on his cheek in appreciation, Leon felt his heart skip a beat. He reminisced about the moments when you stood by his side and was grateful for you. When Wanda announced her decision to move away from South Central, Los Angeles, in search of a better life, Leon and You wished her all the best.

The piercing bark of a grey pit bulldog echoed through the air, Leon lifted his head in response. A wide grin immediately spread across his face as he recognized the familiar pooch - Juno, your beloved dog. Without hesitation, the canine leaped onto Leon's knees, earning a light chuckle from the man.

Squatting down to Juno's level, Leon greeted her with affection. "Long time no see, Juno. you've been a good girl for Y/N?" he asked, his hand gently stroking her fur. The devoted dog let out a soft whine in response, and Leon hummed appreciatively. As he continued to pet her, his thumb slowly caressed the top of Juno's head.

"Juju! You can't keep running off and jumping on strangers―," you exclaimed as you hurriedly crossed the empty street.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Leon, causing you to come to an abrupt halt. You sported a comfortable black tank top and matching shorts with black slides, and your freshly styled raven box braids swayed with every step.

Attired in a fresh ensemble, he sported a crisp white tee, attended by a rich brown belt at his waist, and a pair of pants in a dust sandy hue. An elegant Figaro chain draped across his collarbone, while his feet were adorned with sleek, low-top black converse. His belt installed a pager and a trusty Desert Eagle. His cornrows were tightly braided in neat rows, looking as if they had been recently tended to.

"Am I a stranger now?" Leon teased, placing his hand over his heart as you chuckled. Juno, their furry companion, trotted back to your side as their gazes locked. "You haven't changed, Y/N," Leon said, grinning as he stood up from his crouched position.

"But I think I've matured a bit." You joked softly, giggling a bit.

"What brings you out here Lee?" You curiously asked him.

"Just strolling down the street, had a chat with Franklin and then Juno's barks caught my attention. Is it cool if I join you for a little while?" he replied to you.

"Certainly, come on in, it's getting cold outside."

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After Leon entered, you quickly shut and secured the front door. Together, the two of you walked into a cozy, medium-sized living room with four walls painted a soft shade of rosy red. The four walls were decorated with an array of framed artworks and family pictures. The sweet scent of vanilla wafted through the air, stemming from a trio of candles. While they entered, Leon noticed Juno resting on the plush coffee cream carpet, her ears perking up at every sound.

"Lee, would you like something to drink or eat?" You inquired, seating yourself on the right side of the red suede couch as he seated himself on the left.

"No, thank you. I'm straight," Leon responded, signaling his refusal with a raised right hand.

You raven box braids gathered into a ponytail by your left hand, secured them with a black hair tie before asking, "How have you been?"

"I've been doing well," Leon replied, a smile forming on his lips.

"I stopped selling products to my people and I'm not Franklin's bodyguard anymore. How about you?" He asked you, raising a brow.

Your hands clapped together at the news. "That's fantastic to hear! my job as an administrator is really starting to grow on me." you replied, smiling at him.

Leon grinned, feeling happy for your newfound contentment. "That's great to hear. Can I tell you something?"

"Of course, anything." you nodded at him, slightly tilting his head, "Well, I've been thinking about us a lot lately and-" Leon was cut off by you, "You don't have to apologize for Wanda's addiction. It's not your fault," you interrupted, your voice gentle yet firm.

"I remember when she was your best friend, and I felt like nobody was going to help her," Leon said, reminiscing on the past.

You smiled reassuringly. "But she's doing much better now, Leon." you placed your hands on his shoulders to let him it's okay.

He nodded in agreement. "You know, Y/N, I've been thinking... Do you think we could've been a couple?"

Your eyes widened in surprise. "What makes you ask that?" you asked him, "Well, you stuck by me when you could've left me alone with Wanda. We've been through some shit too, and I need to know... Do you want to be with me?" Leon asked, nervously.

Your heart skipped a beat. "Of course, I want to be with you," you confessed, taking his face in your hands.

Your lips crashed into each other, and the two of you broke apart only briefly to speak. You stood up from the couch, grabbing Leon's hand. He followed your to the doorway of your bedroom.

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Your back slouched against the crimson bed sheets as your skin brushed against the soft fabric after every stroke, His hands gripped your ankles, tugging at them as he pushed his hips into yours with increasing force. his hands planted on either side of your head. You whimpered and moaned softly, lost in the pleasure of the moment. "Your pussy is amazing," he said, his voice low and seductive. You bit your bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat between your legs. He grabbed your thighs, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders. He quickened his pace, his nails digging into your skin. You cried out.

He rolled his hips to quicken his pace and dug his fingernails into your brown skin. A low grunt escaped his lips, causing you to cry out in pleasure. "Oh fuck," and then "I want the whole neighborhood to hear you." Leon groaned in response, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he continued his powerful thrusts. Your breasts bounced with every stroke, and Leon admired the sight of your wet folds clenching around him.

"You're so wet and pretty," Leon teased, his eyes fixated on you. He pinned both of your legs over your head, eliciting a sharp gasp from your. "Shit, girl," he groaned, causing you to whimper with pleasure. Your knees grazed your erect nipples, and you moaned his name loudly. "Leon, fuck," you chanted, your palm pressing against his abdomen as you struggled to catch your breath. Your wet walls clenched tightly around him, and he leaned forward, desperate to feel even deeper inside of you.

"Move your hand..Take every inch of what's yours.."Leon's voice was low and commanding. Your hand moved over, you could feel his thin gold chain dangling in front of your face, the beads of sweat glistening in the dim light. As he kissed you deeply, you moaned softly, your leg trembling with each thrust. his thrusts growing slower. You came hard as your essence trickled around him, your wet walls gripping his dick as he pulled out, spilling his seed onto your red silk sheets.

Leon kissed your forehead tenderly. They were both breathing heavily, their hearts ounding out of their chests.

"I'm sorry about your sheets, baby," Leon said, rubbing the back of his neck apologetically. "It's alright, I'll switch them out, but your hair is everywhere," you replied, running your fingers through his unbraided curls.

"Don't worry about it, I don't mind," Leon shrugged nonchalantly.

You gently cupped his face in your palms and you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. "I can rebraid it for you.."

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henneseyhoe · 9 months

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Next lifetime (request)

Franklin Saint x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: no protection(wrap before you tap!), virginity mentions(it’s virgin sex guys lol), cheating(technically),smut smut smuttt

SUMMARY:reader has a shitty boyfriend she’s being forced to be with because her parents don’t like Franklin, Frank is a simp so he’s determined to have her either way! He sneaks in her bedroom and they have a lil breakdown before they virgin asses almost break the bed <3

Ps. This took so long to write cause I kept changing my mind about shit so I apologize to the person who requested it 😭 so if y’all see the pov randomly change pls ignore.

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Tap.

Her head picks up from out of the book she was reading, her attention moving towards her window.

Tap.

She heard again, but this time she saw something actually make contact with the glass. Something small, like a pebble or a piece of plastic.

‘Da hell?’ She thought, reaching over and turning her music down lower than it already was, ‘the girl is mine’ by Michael Jackson no longer being heard through the speakers.

Tap.

That time around the sound was a little more aggressive and impatient, slightly ticking the girl off. She sat her novel down on her nightstand and got down from her bed, slowly striding her way to the window to see who or what was so desperately trying to grasp her attention. Peeking out of the curtains, she squints, searching for the culprit.

“Open the damn window, girl!” She heard a muffled voice from down below. She looks down, spotting her bestfriend, Franklin. The girl couldn’t help but face palm. not cause he wasn’t supposed to be there, not because he was extremely loud and risking getting her in trouble, but because he was also ruining her flower garden that decorated the side of the house, his feet being planted into the wide flower pot so he could reach the window

He waves as she looks at him, almost falling, but the grip he had on the side of the house must’ve been enough to hold him up.

Opening up her window, she crosses her arms. “Nigga, I know you not down there ruining my bushes and tulips” she complains in a hushed tone, and he looks up at her with a ‘sorry’ smile, shrugging.

“And you just don’t care, do you?”

“Of course I care about your lil garden, it’s beautiful…like you”

she rolls her eyes, fighting a small smirk that was tugging at her plump lips.

“Corny” she mumbles. “Yeah, whatever. Whatchu doing here?” She asks, leaning on the windowsill with her arms, now kneeling. He shrugs again.

“I can’t visit my best friend?”

She shakes her head, knowing he was up to no good. There was no other reason for him to be there so late in the night other than hearing gossip. Gossip about her, which she couldn’t seem to hide from these days. There had been rumors about her relationship with her ex ‘Caine’ for about a week now, but the newest one was that they got back together. Not that it was her choice. He most likely knew that though.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t see me, it’s just…You know you’re not supposed to be here” she spoke lowly and he nods, sighing. “I wanted to see you”

She chuckles. “you always wanna see me”

“that’s a crime?” He asks, starting to jump for the windowsill to pull himself up. On one lucky jump, he was able to get a good grip on the window, attempting to pull himself inside. She watches him, sighing to herself.

“In this house? apparently”

he laughs and she crawls backwards so he could climb in fully. He did just that, readjusting his hand placement to the sides of the windowsill and pushing himself through, rolling onto the floor once he was in. She covers her mouth to keep from laughing, trying to keep her seriousness so she could scold him for all the noise.

Standing to her feet, she steps over him, softly kicking him in the side. “Shhhh” she shushed, looking out the window to make sure nobody saw before closing it.

“Damn, my bad” he straightens himself up, standing to his feet. A part of her wanted to push his ass right back out of that window, but the other part of her knew she’d just miss him again, and when she got in that mood, it was hard to get her out of it. You’d think because they’ve been best friends for so long that people around would understand, but it seemed like no one did.

Her parents hated him with every fiber in their bodies combined, his mother thought she was ‘too damn uppity’, and their friend groups couldn’t stand each other. Not to mention they were polar opposites. Y/N was on her way to college for a degree she was set on, and Franklin, on the other hand was being Franklin. Doing whatever the hell he wanted.

“You look pretty” he suddenly says, the girl looking down at her gown and squinting at him. “Oh shut up, no I don’t“ she argues, going back to sit on her bed. He follows, kicking his shoes off and sitting next to her. “You do though. I’m sure Caine will love that”

She glares at him. “Cut it out” she says, not wanting to talk about it. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks, playing with the bottom of her dress. He knew she would talk one way or another, and the silence was just enough space for her to spill.

“…it wasn’t my choice, Franklin…”

“I get it, Y/N. It’s whatever”

She frowns. it wasn’t whatever to her. It was actually everything, and she hated that. It was her life, her reality. It’s all she ever talked about these days, and she was tired. Tired of talking about it, tired of her parents, tired of everyone else making choices for her, not with her. She was indecisive, yes, but she always knew what she wanted in the end, and what she wanted wasn’t anything like how things were going in many of her relationships.

Fiddling with the necklace she wore, she tried to think of a way to explain to him how she felt without potentially upsetting both of them. The subject was sensitive, and so was she at the moment. “I don’t want it to seem like you’re a second thought for me…”

“I know I’m not” he says simply, his tone dry.

“No, you really don’t and I can feel it”

He lets go of her dress, smoothing his hands over his face. The topic stressed him out just as much as it did her, but he wasn’t so good with not letting it get the best of him. “I don’t know what you want me to do when you got security surrounding you every where you go…I mean, I just snuck in through your damn window, Y/N”

Her eyes dart over to him, her lids forming a squint at his tone. “So, you think it’s my fault?”

“I didn’t say that”

“Okay then, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying you a grown ass woman. Making a few people upset ain’t gonna end the world” he replies, his attitude getting more noticeable as they conversed. She allowed herself to calm before speaking, not wanting to raise her voice. “You don’t even know how hard it is, I have a standard to uphold!” She says a little above a whisper.

“And I’m not apart of that? I’m starting to think the shit your parents say about me is getting to you, cause the nigga they picked FOR YOU over me apparently treats you like shit, and that wasn’t enough to make you put your foot down? Hell of a woman you are”

Her jaw almost dropped for a split second, and she found herself about to stoop down extremely low because of the hurtful things he said, but it was true, and she couldn’t deny that. It may have stung a bit, but it was something she needed to hear.

What he said had concluded the argument, and he could almost feel the tension that built up between them for the past few weeks disappearing into thin air.

Feeling bad now, he huffs before speaking.“…I’m sorry. That was fucked up to throw it in your face like that, but-“

“Nah, you right” she interrupts, nodding. “You got it. definitely got it, Saint”

He sighs. He knew he could be a little too blunt at times, but how could you blame him? The topic was something he was passionate about. He was passionate about her and her well-being.

Grabbing her hand from her lap, he holds it. “You know I love you. I’d do anything for you, but it’s hard to come to terms with the love of your life being with someone else, in a situation they don’t even wanna be in. I feel like my fuckin’ heart is gonna burst when I think about it” Even in this moment his chest hurt a little, becoming tighter as he fought back the urge to keep going, just in case she rejected him.

She didn’t speak. he felt like the world stopped for a moment as she held his hand, her grip becoming a little tighter. Meanwhile in her head, she was jumping for joy, the man she actually loved confessing that he wanted to be with her.

She wanted to dance, but she was stuck in her feels, admiring how he became softer just in that small moment. If it was Caine, he’d just refuse to talk to her and leave.

They stayed in thick silence for a while, just staring at each other, waiting for one of them to make the next move to determine wether they’d have a real future together or not. She pondered for a moment on if she was doing the right thing, if she was being selfish and putting herself first. Then she realized that’s exactly what she should do.

suddenly, she kissed him. Hard. The bed had made squeaky noises as she made her way onto his lap, pushing him backwards. He gladly accepted the kiss with his hands almost immediately moving to her ass like he’d been waiting for the moment to touch, boldly gripping as his tongue explored her mouth. That alone had her nerves going crazy, her core thumping with a second heartbeat. She started to get wet at the feeling of her heat grinding against his lap, and he could feel it.

He pulls away, looking up at her. “Wait…” he stops, the girl giving him a puzzled look, wondering what she had done wrong in just that small window of time. He looks at her with a questioning look, her already knowing what he was asking.

She genuinely thought for a minute. She had talked to Caine about giving him her virginity before. In all honestly, it was almost all he talked about when they were alone now that she thought about it, but every time she thought she was ready to give it to him, her body always felt too uncomfortable to go on with anything other than head.

So she told him no. Every single time. But now? It felt right to her. She couldn’t explain what was different, but she felt it in her heart. It was a complete different vibe for her.

She nods to him and he smiles, pulling her back down. He eagerly pulls at her night gown, almost ripping the laced parts of it as he pushes the front of it below her breasts, letting them free. His lips disconnect from her and attach to her nipples instead, his tongue circling around her areola before he began to suck, his other hand making sure her right didn’t feel left out. She let out a soft moan, throwing her head back as her hand held the back of his.

She attempted to squeeze her thighs shut around him to subside the throbbing of her clit and give it the right amount of attention and pressure she craved, but his hips stopped her every single time. Catching onto her gestures, he swiftly flips her over to her back, beginning to kiss down her soft, brown body, then back up to her lips.

“So” kiss. “fuckin’” kiss. “beautiful” he mumbles, laying a peck on her lips for every word while his hand made it’s way down to her panties. his thumb made delicious circles on her clit, and he could feel it jumping just from contact. She couldn’t help but to let out another moan, her hand moving to close her mouth so no one down the hall would hear.

Almost immediately, his hand moves her’s from her mouth, the girl looking at him as if he was crazy. “Nah, I wanna hear you” she sighs. “I can’t be too loud”

“Don’t care”

He says simply and pushes her legs up, closing her thighs together. She braces herself for what was about to happen, attempting to prepare mentally for whatever she was about to let him do to her body. Has she given head before? Yes. Absolutely. It was almost a regular thing that she’d do to Caine to make him happy for suddenly saying she didn’t wanna have sex with him, but she never had him return the favor before. She didn’t even know it wasn’t a normal thing until she told her friends and they all stared at her like she was stupid.

It wasn’t like she wanted him down there anyway. she would have rather died. While staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought, she hadn’t even realized Franklin had already pulled her underwear off and spread her thighs back apart, the man gawking at how wet she had gotten that fast. He on the other hand, had never seen anything like it unless it was in a magazine or on a tv, and no one he was with before this had ever gotten this far. Long story short, he hadn’t been in pussy since the day he came out one.

His dick got straight as a board in his pants just thinking about how she’d feel wrapped around him, gripping tightly.

He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could have more access before he dove in, feasting on her like his last meal. Her head lifts up to watch him, her eyes being welcomed by his staring up at her as he licked and slurped her up, laying small kisses on her clit every now and then that had her stomach twisting in knots.

“Oh fuck- right there..“ a breath escapes her lips in substitute of the moan she refused to let out. He hummed in satisfaction, his tongue slipping in and out of her, going up and down from her clit to her entrance. He repeated those strokes and built up the speed, her legs beginning to shake already from the new feeling between her legs.

She didn’t know what was happening, but she was warm. She couldn’t explain the feeling if you asked, but she knew it felt good. Her hips automatically raised into his face in reaction to the sensitivity of her body, and he only took that as a sign to go harder, his lips closing around her clit before he began sucking.

A whole new wave of sensations took on her body, making her thrash in an attempt to get him off of her, but it was unsuccessful with his arms wrapped around her thighs in a death grip to hold her still.

“stop—stoppp-” she spoke, her hands moving to his head to once again attempt to push him and get him off, but he didn’t budge. She felt like she wanted to pee, and that made her adrenaline rush a bit. Anyone outside of the door would have thought she was having a panic attack with how hard she was breathing.

“Hmmm-mmmm” he hummed against her as he looked almost through her and into her soul, her brown irises looking back at him in awe. Suddenly she felt a gush of water, the tingly sensation she had just before being abandoned by her body as soon as she felt wetness under her. She gasped harshly, her lungs quickly filling with air, so much that her chest hurt.

She didn’t know what had even happened, but she thought apparently it was something normal since he was still going, ignoring the shaking of her poor legs. Either that or he had a weird kink she was just finding out about.

He had only pulled off of her to catch air, clear liquid dripping from his chip. The top of his shirt was soaked. “I- I’m sorry- I told you to stop!” She stammered, quickly gathering herself and sitting up on her knees, one of her hands going between her thighs to stop the pulsing of her clit. embarrassment washed over her as she gained back her full senses.

He smiles and stands to his feet, peeling his shirt off. Tilting her head up with his finger, he pecks her on her lips softly. She taste herself on his tongue. “If it wasn’t okay, I would have stopped, Y/N”

She paused for a moment before nodding with a smile, pulling him down by his throat for another kiss. She took that as an opportunity to pay him back, pulling him even closer by his pants and removing his belt, throwing it somewhere to the side. She began pushing his pants down slowly, his underwear easily coming along with them.

disconnecting the kiss while grabbing a hold of him in her hand, her eyes widen. it took everything in her not to gasp at the feeling or the sight. He was heavy, bigger than Caine in all categories. She could only wonder how all of that was gonna fit inside of her and leave with her still in tact at that.

Beginning to stroke him, he shudders and steps out of his clothes, praying that it felt as good as they made it seem in the pornos. Taking the practice she had from Caine, she prayed that it would suffice for him and still be pleasurable, considering he was so different.

She licks the tip of his dick, then kisses it, her hands starting to move up and down as she prepared myself. Collecting saliva in her mouth, she spits down onto him before slurping it back up and licking along the sides of his shaft, a vibrational moan accompanying her motions. She felt him twitch in her hand, his breathing speeding up the nastier she got. Moving her hand down to the base of him, she attempted to deepthroat, only being able to go half way before she gagged again, but that wasn’t gonna stop her.

She began bobbing her head, using her hands to stroke the rest of him as her mouth did the rest of the work. Her spit trailed down his shaft, and she used it to lube up the rest of him, making the stroke of her hand go smoother than before. She had only been five minutes in before he took a good grip on her hair, starting to thrust in her mouth without regards for her throat. moving her hand from the base of his dick, she tried taking every inch he gave her as he fucked her throat while also trying to fight off gags that had her shedding tears.

He hit the back of her throat with force, wet, squishy sounds filling the room as more spit gathered on his dick, dripping down his balls. Trying his best not to make any alarming noises, he was only a few thrusts away from saying fuck it and busting deep down her throat. But as ready as he was, he refused, pulling out of her mouth with a sigh.

“Fuck” he throws his head back, trying to think of something else other than her as his dick bobs in her face. She swallows the spit in her mouth and slurps up the rest that was dripping from his dick, going down to his balls and licking those up too. His stomach flexes and he pulls away again, his hands pushing at her shoulders to keep her at bay.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” She asks and he shakes his head, gripping the base of his dick. “Nah…I just don’t wanna cum yet” he explains, the girl tilting her head. She didn’t really understand as to why he didn’t, but she didn’t bother to pry any further. In his head, he was waiting for what his homies described as ‘one of the best feelings ever next to winning the lottery’. He wanted to believe that.

“I wanna ride. Can I?” She asks abruptly. She could see in his face that he was slightly shocked by her request. wondering if she could even do it correctly, he still wanted to say yes. Why not test it out on him even if she can’t? Is what he thought. Though she never did it before, she had confidence that she could, thinking she would be able to control her own pace.

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Kneeling felt too uncomfortable, straining her muscles a bit too much. She made a mental note to stretch a bit more, then switched to her tippy toes, taking a deep breath. He grabs his dick by the base, helping her position it in the right place before she began slowly lowering herself. Only the tip had made it in, and she had already winced. Not out of pain, but it was just a lot of pressure to say only an inch or two was in.

“Relax, baby” he spoke into the air, the sound of his voice making her walls clench. She moans.

“I’m trying. I don’t think it’ll fit”

“It’ll fit” he reassures, his arms going under her to support her bouncing. Her arms went to his shoulders and she lowered herself a bit more onto him. The entrance into her was slick, the wetness surrounding her tight pussy helping him slip inside much easier, making her feel every single vein and inch faster than she wanted to. Once she was fully sat, she took a deep breath to continue raising back up, but he had already started the task by lifting her up himself, his hands gripping her ass.

He helped her bounce, then let go once he felt her adjust to his size, her grip loosening up, but she was still tight enough to enjoy. He fought the urge to fuck back, but it was only a matter of time before he disregarded how she felt.

“Just like that, baby” he praises, one of his hands now on her neck, gripping slightly. She felt an unreal amount of pressure, her legs almost giving out when she felt his tip hit the ‘end’ of her pussy, giving her a stomach turning feeling that had her ready to do what she just had done when he was eating her out.

Her ass popped right back up and her legs wobbled as she tried her best not to tap out, a thin layer of sweat now covering her forehead . “Right there” her plump lips pouted, him leaning up a bit and kissing them.

They both were trying their best to keep it down, but the bed was starting to make squeaking noises the faster her bouncing got, but she knew he couldn’t have cared about any of that. He only confirmed her assumption by how he began raising his hips to meet her bouncing, his hips now suddenly snapping into hers as she tried to lift herself to prevent the sound of their thighs meeting each other.

“Oh shit!” She huffed, her voice breaking. He shushed her with an expression before it disappeared as pleasure took over, his eyes rolling back momentarily as his head met the headboard. She struggled to stay on her toes as one more orgasms rushed over her, her legs finally giving out and going back into a kneeling position.

He held the position and locked his arms around her waist, his hips still drilling into her without a care. She heard nothing but wet smacking noises, her walls being the culprit of the noise as the boy attempted to make his tip meet her cervix, or that’s what it felt like to her . Her jaw went slack and her legs lost its feeling. She was walking the line of passing out, but every stroke kept her eyes shot open and tearing up.

If this is what sex felt like the whole time then she was thinking she should have always been a bit promiscuous around Franklin.

Before she knew it, he flipped both of them over, her back now on the wet sheets and blankets. She shivered at the cold spots that hit her ass before her body tensed up, feeling the thick pole she had just been rammed with slide right back into her with no warning, starting out with a slow, controlled pace. She grips his shoulders so tight that her nails dug into his skin, making him wince with his bottom lip tucked into his mouth.

He was so pretty from this angle. She could watch him all day.

She was so wet by now that the only thing she could feel was when his tip made contact with her gspot, her back arching up so high that she could have sworn she heard it crack a little. “I can’t,” she shook her head, her toes curling as he hit that sweet spot once again, now speeding up his thrusts. Her walls only gripped and took him in further, and that was when all feeling came back.

She clenched her eyes closed so tight that she started seeing black spots when she opened them back up. “Fuck!” She moaned out accidentally.

“Fu—“ he slapped her mouth shut quickly as he fucked her like he hated her, finally taking a bit of account of how loud and reckless they were getting. She whined at the stinging on her cheeks and he gave her an apologetic look, but his speed didn’t cease to make it easier for her to be quiet. It actually got more vigorous, and him rubbing her sensitive clit at the same time didn’t help either.

“You so fuckin’ gorgeous” he says, his voice and breathing jagged, the compliment making her fluster more than she already was by this situation alone. He moved his hand from her mouth and held her head, leaning down. They were so close that she could hear his breathing even clearer, the sound alone with his low moans being music to her ears. It only made her wetter knowing he enjoyed this as much as she did.

The feeling she had earlier rushed back so easily, her stomach tying itself in knots again. “I gotta— I’m cumming” she says breathlessly, her voice a little above a whisper. She expected him to stop, but that was a negative. Her toes curled and her arms pushed at him, but she was too far gone and tired to get him off of her, so she tried to scoot up instead.

She never thought ‘running from dick’ was a real thing. She only heard about it in stories her homegirls told her about, but now she completely understood. She understood that feeling you get when it’s just too good that you can barely control your movements anymore, to the point where you wanna smack the shit out of his face just to slow him down a bit.

Every time she moved an inch, he followed and fucked harder, her moans now getting caught in her throat. He was determined to make us both pass out, he waited for this moment for a long time. Too long if you asked him.

Her head and shoulders hung off the bed with her body going limp. She couldn’t move up anymore or she’d risk falling off her bed and hitting her head, waking up anybody who could freely open the door any time they wanted. This was already a risky situation considering she had no lock on my door.

She couldn’t tell if it was her blood rushing to her head or if it was another orgasm that was hitting stronger than the other one, but she was losing her mind, her legs closing around his fast moving hips as she squirted once more, soaking the sheets. Her head popped forward towards him and she mustered up the strength to push him off of her finally, more of her juices squirting out as he pulled out of her with a grunt.

Pulling her back onto the bed fully by her thighs, he wraps his hand around his shaft, jerking himself off to finish. his stomach muscles tensed up and his breathing came to a stop as he gripping himself tightly. She stared in anticipation, her hands moving downwards to stroke the tip of his dick with her thumb, that small touch alone being enough to make him cum all over her stomach and chest with a loud groan.

“Shhh” She jump up to cover his mouth, lowkey getting her payback for that mouth cover he did to her earlier.

“Fuck” he says, his words muffled because of her hand. He grabs her wrist and pulls her hand away from him, collapsing back onto the bed while letting out a breath.

They sat there for a few seconds, trying to regulate their breathing.

“…Franklin?” She calls, looking at him and pulling her knees to her chest to cover herself up like he wasn’t just inside of her.

“Yeah?”

“Were you a virgin before this?”

“…yeah” they stare, Franklin scratching the back of his neck and looking away

“Then…”

“Porn” he answered simply, her ears immediately getting hot.

“Oh..”

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camaro-and-smokes · 3 months

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Snowfall on the Sahara

Notes: When I started to think what to write for @harringrovelovefest 2024 I remembered that I had a draft for this laying around and @lovebillyhargrove wanted to know what happened to the boys after Snow on the Beach. So, here it is. Lovefest prompt would be 'Being crazy in love' 💜 Title from the song 'Snowfall On The Sahara' by Natalie Cole.

Rating: Mature (tagged this as such just in case even though there's really nothing like that) Warnings: No Warnings Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove have a crush on each other, POV Steve Harrington, Love Confessions

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Summary: It's hard to be with Billy, yes, the world isn't ready for them. But still Steve had been with him since that one night at the quarry when Steve saw everything anew. He's been wanting to say the three little words ever since, but has been afraid to. What if Billy gets scared and runs away? What if he doesn't feel the same?

But... what if...what if he does feel the same?

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“Oh, for fuck's sake!” Steve shouts when he accidentally nudges the pile of film posters on the backroom table of Family Video, making every one of them, except Mad Max, spill on the floor.

He's collecting the pile when Robin peeks into the room. “Hey, we could hear you all the way from the counter. The four of us,” she says. “Me and the mother and her twins, who I just rented Bambi for the tenth time. I am not sure if there will be eleventh time or if there is, she'll complain about our language through it.”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “I'm sorry. I was about to leave and I nudged the pile and... I just...” He sighs. “I have a date, I wasn't even supposed to be working today, and now I'm late.”

Robin's eyes bulge from her eye sockets and she walks into the room, closing the door behind her. “You have a date? An actual date with a living, breathing girl?”

Steve's not in a mood for her sarcasm and just glares up at her as he keeps collecting the posters into a pile next to him.

She squints as she leans to the door and crosses her arms over her chest. “You haven't told me anything about any girls. For a very long time, I might add. Which is kinda odd, but let's not get into that now. Who is she?”

“None of your business,” Steve retorts, and winces immediately. He looks up. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just... Uh... err... Her, umm, dad doesn't know and he really wouldn't like it, so we'd like to keep it like that. It's a secret. No one can know.” Steve shakes his head vigorously. “Honestly. No. One.”

“Secret? Steve, hello, it's me. There is no secret you couldn't tell me. I'm supposed to be the one who's afraid of you accidentally spilling the beans on my secrets, not the other way around.”

Steve stands up, places the posters on the table and leans his back to it, looking ashamed. “Yeah, well, I never knew before there could be secrets like this. Secrets that...” he couldn't end the sentence. He swallowed. “Secrets that could get someone killed,” he whispered.

Robin stares at Steve blankly for a while. “Okay,” she says slowly, “the dad really doesn't like you.”

Steve plays with his car keys and shakes his head. “It's a double-sided dagger, the whole thing.”

When he looks back up, Robin is looking back at him, concerned. After a while, a smile tries to force its way on her face. “Has to be one hell of a girl if you're willing to go that extra mile.”

Steve snorts. “Not just one but several, trust me,” he replies, amused. He feels his cheeks heating, and he looks down. “Yeah, it's worth it.”

“Okay, Casanova,” Robin smiles, “you go to your mystery date. Tell her I said hi and that your secret is safe. Because I don't even know who she is.”

“Sure, I'll tell...her,” Steve chuckles as he walks out through the backdoor.

Steve drives out from the parking lot and speeds towards the Lover's lake. He is late, he's already supposed to be there, and he's not sure if Billy will wait for him to show up this time.

Once Steve was five minutes late and Billy didn’t speak with him for a week because he thought Steve was punishing him for something by being late. Another time Billy left in the middle of their date because Steve had looked at him funnily, as if he was trash–Billy's exact words.

On some nights, Steve stared at the ceiling and wondered if it all was worth it. The hiding, being super careful of not accidentally revealing anything to anyone, making sure no one knew who he was meeting with and where. Not being able to tell everyone that he was in love with Billy and shout it from the rooftops.

It wasn't what he had dreamed of.

But then he thought of Billy listening to him talking about being lonely and being forced to live alone most of the time, not even his parents really caring about him. How he had nothing to wait for in the future. He sure as hell wouldn't get into college, and he had no idea what he could or wanted to be or do when he grew up.

And Billy understood what he meant, the feeling of being lost and alone, feeling like no one cared. Later, Billy had quietly whispered how he feared his dad and that if he ever found out about him and Steve, he'd surely beat him to death, if not both of them.

Them sharing their deepest fears, trusting each other with truths that they shared with no one else, couldn't share.

And then he thought about Billy's laughter and a smile spread across his face. Not the mean one he let out on the basketball court, but the other one. The one that bubbled out from his throat effortlessly into the air when he felt safe.

Steve had heard it for the first time when he'd taught Billy new pool tricks in their basement–because playing pool was one of the few things Steve was actually really good at and his parents supported it by buying him a real pool table. Anyway, Billy had known the basics, but Steve had given him some pointers, and when Billy had cleaned the table for the first time, he'd laughed that laughter.

It was like a fucking siren song. Something had shifted inside Steve at that moment, never to be the same again.

Since then, he'd done all he could to make Billy laugh like that.

One of the ways to do that was to make out with him on the couch until they both were rock hard and desperate for each other, almost on the brink of coming. Either would take the other's hand, pull him to the stairs, and no matter which one it was, Billy would always laugh and giggle all the way to Steve's room.

And so Steve thought of Billy in bed, underneath him or riding him, so so pretty and so willing, so ready just for him. His lips parted, panting hot and heavy in the rhythm of Steve hitting his prostate. Repeating Steve's name straight into his ear, said out loud just for him, whispered like it was a plea or a prayer. The way Billy's eyes fluttered close just before he came so Steve could always tell when he was close, how he moaned and groaned out loud shamelessly as he rode through his orgasm, a blissful expression on his face. How in the aftermath Billy always wanted to be the small spoon, how he wanted and needed to be held, kept safe even if for five brief minutes before he had to go.

And how Steve wanted nothing more but to do that, how he needed to. To support Billy, to stand by him, to love him, to keep him safe.

Yes. It was all worth it. It wasn't their fault that the world wasn't ready for their love. And they sure as hell wouldn't let the world stop them from loving each other, even if they had to keep it a secret.

Steve parks the Beemer behind Billy’s Camaro on the side of the road where it’s shortest walk to their spot by the Lover’s Lake. At least Billy hasn’t left yet, which is a good thing.

Steve doesn’t just walk but runs through the forest to the lake and then walks swiftly the tiny trail that leads to the small cove they found a while back.

It was incredible that something like it had gone unnoticed, the sand there was untouched when they found it. It had become their safe haven, even though they had to still be careful.

It's still warm even though fall is already reminding of itself by having turned leaves yellow here and there. Steve rolls up his jeans to his knees, and the water is up halfway to his shins when he passes the cliff that shelters the cove.

Steve sees Billy there, sitting by the shore and blowing out smoke rings. He lets out a relieved breath and can't help smiling as he walks out from the water to Billy and sits down next to him.

They're quiet for a while, until Billy asks, "What took you so long?"

There's hurt and insecurity hidden underneath the words.

“Fucking Keith got sick in the middle of the day and I had to cover for him. I would've called if I... I'm sorry.”

Billy looks away and wipes something from his cheek quickly.

An expecting silence falls between them. Steve knows by now not to rush whatever Billy is about to say, letting him say what he needs to say.

Finally, Billy turns to look back straight ahead to the other side of the lake. “I thought you'd forgotten,” he mumbles.

Something warm and fuzzy takes flight in Steve's chest and flutters its wings tentatively. He smiles, leaning towards Billy, nudges his shoulder with his and whispers, “I couldn’t forget you. And I'd never leave you hanging on purpose, gorgeous.”

Billy’s cheeks turn pink and he looks down while a tiny smile forces its way onto his face. He glances at Steve. “Gorgeous, huh?”

Steve wants to kiss Billy so badly. They’re so close, he could just lean in a bit and if Billy turned his face right then... but Steve just smiles. “Yeah. That.”

“Careful,” Billy says, tries to make the word sound like a warning, but it falls flat.

There's nothing Steve has to be careful about and he knows it. He grins. They play this same game each time they meet before they can get into the meat of things. Billy trying to keep up his defenses, his walls, and Steve softly and gently demolishing both one brick at a time. He knows it’s not easy for Billy to let his guard down, so he plays along. “Don’t lie, you like it,” he says, leaving out when I call you that. He'd say it out loud if they were alone in his room, but here out in the open it goes unsaid.

The rosy shade on Billy’s cheek deepens a notch, confirming that Steve is right.

Fuck it. Steve’s tired and doesn’t want to go through the whole nine yards today. “Wanna take a swim?” he asks.

Billy shrugs. “Well, if you want to get your ass kicked in a race to the sunken rock. Again,” he replies. He tries to sound indifferent, but he’s also already taking his boots off, so.

Steve doesn't bother rushing, he knows what's coming. So, he looks around and when he sees no one on the lake he leans back in his hands and unashamedly watches Billy undressing.

Billy is taking off his socks when he stops and looks at Steve, frowning. “Are we doing this or...?”

Steve smiles smugly. “Oh, we're doing it. But there's no harm in looking at first, is there?”

Billy scrunches his nose, but the redness on his cheeks turns darker.

Steve can't help but to laugh a little.

“Asshole,” Billy mutters with a small smile and pulls off his left sock.

“But I’m your asshole,” Steve whispers, making Billy smile wider as he gets up.

Billy throws the sock at Steve, making him yelp. “Come on, pretty boy, I’m going to win at this pace before you even get off the shore,” Billy says and pulls off his shirt.

Steve gets on his feet before Billy has taken barely a step towards the water. He grabs the waistband of Billy’s jeans with both hands and pulls Billy against him. “Not so fast,” he says, wrapping his arms around Billy's waist.

Billy giggles as he tries to pull away, using the damn siren song on Steve to cloud his mind and making his hug looser than he planned. Steve’s readying himself for Billy retaliating by tickling Steve, maybe - that’s Billy’s go-to weapon. But when Billy turns around, he just smiles and lets Steve to pull their bodies together.

Billy's smile and eyes still sparkle with mischief and Steve is not sure what’s it about. “You threw your stinking sock on me,” Steve says, trying to sound hurt.

Billy turns the corners of his mouth downwards, lowers his chin and looks down to the ground for a while like a kicked puppy. Then he turns his gaze back up, opening his eyes huge and fluttering his long lashes while pursing his lips. “I’m sorry,” he whispers huskily. “What can I do to make it better?”

Steve’s insides melt while his lower body forgets the things we don’t do in public -rule. He didn’t know Billy could do that. Look so innocent while promising all the sins Steve's mother always warned him about, all at once. “I, uh...can think...um...uh...” he replies, feeling his own cheeks heating and his mouth being suddenly very dry.

“Can you, now? Think?” Billy asks and his tongue slowly wanders from the corner of his mouth towards the sharp cupid’s bow.

Steve’s eyes lock onto the motion, and he swallows. He’s totally lost for words.

Billy leans closer, raises his chin and tilts his head, ready to kiss Steve.

And Steve leans in and closes his eyes, already feeling Billy’s breath on his skin.

“Race ya,” Billy whispers, pushes Steve just enough to get Steve to let go, and runs towards the waterline, laughing and stopping just for a few seconds to pull off his jeans before running into the water. He’s almost waist-deep before Steve even realizes what happened.

“Not fair!” Steve shouts and starts undressing as fast as he can.

“Snooze it and lose it,” Billy cackles before he dives under the sparkling surface and starts to swim with long, strong strokes towards the underwater rock that’s halfway to the middle of the lake.

Steve has already lost this one, he knows, but it doesn’t matter. He knows what awaits him by the rock.

When Steve finally gets by the rock, Billy already sits on it, water up to his hips. It’s a big rock, and Steve hoists himself up to sit next to his boyfriend.

“You should really work on your concentration. Performance like that...” Billy tsks, “is not gonna fly in a long run.”

Steve leans into Billy’s space. “I’ll show you a performance,” he whispers into Billy’s ear and licks the outer side of his earlobe. When Billy turns to look at Steve, his lips parted and ready for a kiss, eyes on Steve's mouth, Steve pushes him off the rock.

Billy falls off with a yelp. When he comes back on the surface, he pulls his hair away from his face and glares up at Steve. for a moment Steve is the tiniest bit worried that he accidentally made Billy lose his mood altogether.

But then Billy laughs and splashes water on Steve. “Is that all you got?” he taunts playfully, and Steve’s worry melts away. Billy pulls himself back onto the rock and sits next to Steve, closer this time, close enough so that their thighs are touching.

“I’m really sorry I was late,” Steve says. In the water, underneath the surface, he takes Billy’s hand in his and laces their fingers together.

Billy nods.

The shy gesture would be so out of character for Billy if he was anywhere else but here alone with Steve. When the cocky armor he wears melts away, he looks so young, like the eighteen-year-old he is. Uncertain of the world ahead, hoping for the best and truly fearing for the worst–the latter for a good reason.

Steve's happy that he's not the only one who’s lost. He leans to Billy’s shoulder. “What was that you did back there on the beach?” he asks.

Billy looks down and smiles shyly. Crinkles form into the corners of his eyes and he’s blushing again.

Steve can’t help smiling either. “I liked it,” he whispers.

Billy glances at him. “You did?”

Steve nods, smirking. “It was weird. But also hot.”

Billy smiles a wide smile as he lays down on the rock on his back and is almost engulfed by the water. “Want more?”

Steve leans his elbow on the rock, trying not to forget that it’s slippery, and looks at Billy, who looks back with the widest grin. Suddenly, Steve feels stupid. Stupid as in how seeing his boyfriend happy makes him forget every smooth one-liner he planned and practiced, and just stare - probably with a goofy grin.

And it all suddenly tucks Steve's heart in a way he didn’t know was possible. The fuzzy thing in his chest spreads its wings and the wings are so big that it’s a miracle that he's not floating in the air by now. That’s how high he is from the mere sight of the boy he loves. Loves. Who hopefully loves him back. A little. Maybe?

Steve leans down, whispers, “You're hot,” and kisses Billy.

Billy smiles against Steve's lips and lifts his hands to run his fingers through Steve's hair. When they have to stop to breathe, he whispers, “You're not so bad yourself, pretty boy.”

Steve sets his thigh between Billy's legs and his other arm around Billy's torso, hugging him tightly as they continue kissing.

It doesn't even matter that the wind has picked up a little and the water splashes on their faces from time to time in small waves. The water is warm, the sunlight on their skin is even warmer, their insides burning as they breathe through each other.

Until the rock reminds them that, indeed, it's underwater, full time, and slippery.

Steve fixes his position just a little to get even closer to Billy, but the arm he's leaning onto slips just a little and he falls on his side, and the only thing he can try to hold on to is Billy.

They hit the water at the same time.

They both emerge from the water and Steve is immediately on Billy, trying to look for signs of any scratches.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, concerned. “I’m so sorry, I forgot the stone is...”

Billy looks at his arm and rubs it. “I might have a tiny scratch. Nothin’s broken.” He raises his gaze back to Steve and grins. “But you can show me how sorry you are.”

Steve smiles. Had it been any girl he would be endlessly apologizing to get out of the doghouse. With Billy, instead, it's just nah, it’s just a scratch. Now kiss me.

So easy. So right.

Steve pulls Billy against him, wrapping his arms around Billy's waist, and looks at the sparkling blue eyes and the lips that are already slightly parted, ready for devouring. He wants to say I could spend the rest of my life looking at you, but decides that it's probably still too early for that. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, and kisses Billy.

Billy’s lips are soft, they always are. Warm, too. Kissing with Billy is always a rush this time, too. Steve smiles against Billy’s lips. It's been just a month since they first kissed at the quarry and he is so head over heels that it might’ve been embarrassing if it was anyone else. He wants to tell Billy, but whenever he looks at him in the eyes, determined to say the words, he gets this icy dread inside him. What if Billy runs away when I say how I feel?

Billy pulls back from the kiss slowly, leaving Steve chasing after him until he realizes Billy is looking at him with that tiny smile on his face he always has when they're laying in bed and coming down from their orgasms.

Yeah, he had the cocky, wide grin on his face many times too, making it blatantly clear that there was going to be a round two or three and Steve had nothing to say to it but to endure. But this small one always promises something else: that Billy has something intimate to say, just for Steve to hear.

“I love you.”

The words are barely a whisper, but Steve can read them from Billy’s lips. He blinks a few times, feeling his jaw going slack of the surprise of hearing the words before saying them himself. He's so stunned that Billy apparently takes it as a rejection, because his face turns pale and his eyes dart back and forth in Steve’s, probably thinking that he’s done the worst mistake of his life.

Billy is already pulling away from Steve when Steve finally manages to remind his brain of how to work.

“Hey,” Steve gasps and smiles. “I love you, too.” Now that he's not the first one to say the words, they fall out of his mouth so easily.

Billy looks at him warily. “You do?”

Steve smiles a bit wider, because now he can free the overwhelming emotion from its cage inside his chest where it's been trapped until now, letting is soar to the open sky. “Yeah. I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you, but it never felt right to say it because I was afraid that...that-that you wouldn’t feel the same.”

An impossibly wide smile lights up Billy’s entire face and he lets out a soft laugh. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in this fucking sorry excuse of a town ever since we moved here. Of course, I feel the same.”

“I've felt like this ever since I saw you at the quarry, smoking in the evening sun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You'd been a definite asshole until then, and you're that a little still,” Steve says grinning, “but you were so beautiful, standing there in the sunlight... I stood no chance. I was done for right there and then.”

Billy goes red – his entire face, tips of his ears and all the way down his neck – and he looks down bashfully. After a while he looks back at Steve, that wide smile on his face the traps his tongue between his teeth. “That's... uh... That's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks, feeling his own cheeks heating, too.

The expression on Billy's face changes and he bites his lower lip. Steve knows that look. He knows it so well, the promise, the yearn in it, and he lets out an involuntary breath.

“Wanna say it again?” Billy asks huskily.

Steve's eyes go wide. “Yeah,” he says, with conviction.

He lets go off Billy and the moment he does Billy is already swimming towards the shore, leaving Steve to catch up.

“Snooze it and lose it,” Billy shouts after him.

"Asshole!" Steve shouts and starts swimming.

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A Spark Through Snowfall ❄️🎄

Kakashi x Reader - Fluff

{Drabble from holiday prompts}

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Standing in front of a dark tree in the center of the village while the woman beside him shivered didn't seem like the best start to the outing. A few moments later he felt someone move his arm from behind to wrap around her. Based on the rushed walk of a certain shiny-haired shinobi, Kakashi could guess who.

It ended up being for the best though, as she leaned against his arm for warmth and he didn't find himself pulling away.

"Are you okay?" He asked after some time. Even with his mask on, the cold was rather bitter.

"Mmhm." She said between chattered teeth.

"Maybe we should go inside." He offered and began to pull away but she quickly clung onto him with a fervent shake of her head.

"We need to see them light the tree." She said, her eyes staring straight at the dark silloute.

The tree was lit every year, but Kakashi couldn't say he ever bothered to see when it happened. Usually it was just something that wasn't there until it was. He wasn't sure what all the fuss was about but... that look in her eyes said that this was important to her.

"Alright. We'll stay." He said, his voice calm and smooth.

Soon music began to play. Soft and almost nostalgic. The countdown began, and he could feel her begin to jump a bit from the excitement. He held her closer as he kept his eyes on her.

A moment later... the light encompassed the darkness in a brilliance of colors and sparkles. Kakashi first saw the tree through the reflection of her eyes and somehow... it felt so much more beautiful that way.

She was staring at the stunning display in awe for a while before she realized that Kakashi was looking at her instead. She chuckled softly. "You're not going to look at the tree?"

He gazed into her eyes. "I am." He said, confusing yet delighting her the moment he took off his mask and gave her a kiss just as the snow began to fall.

With a gasp, she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, cupping the back of his head with her palm as they embraced. Once they pulled away, there was snow on her hair, and she giggled as she realized she couldn't even see the snow on his white hair. It all blended in.

Her cheeks were warm despite the cold, blushing with pink lips. "My first kiss on my first date? I feel so lucky." She smiled.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, pulling up his mask. Mostly from shyness. "Mm. Date?"

She laughed. "You didn't know?"

"Not... really." He admitted, putting his hands in his pockets, but she put her hands in his pockets too, keeping close.

"That's okay. Now you know." She winked, then kissed his cheek over his mask. "We should get you warm."

"Me warm?" He said with playful snark.

"Yes, you. Come on. I'll make you hot coco." She said, moving her hands out of his pockets so she could loop one of her arms through his and lead him away.

"Make it... where?"

"At my house."

"We're going to your house?"

"Mmhm. If you want."

"Who... else is going to be there?"

"Just you and me." She said, and he swore he heard a hint of a flirt in her tone. "That okay?"

He was quiet for a while, seeing the other couples all cuddled up and realizing for once that... he was now one of them. A part of a couple. It was strange... but in a good way.

"I'd like that." He said simply, his voice warm and content.

It had always been just another season, another day... but now, for the first time, it truly felt like more than that. Finally... Kakashi understood what all the fuss was about.

#I actually did three prompts in one #hands in pockets #snowfall kiss #tree lighting date #kakashi fluff #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi x y/n #naruto fanfiction #kakashi/reader

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athanza · 1 year

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"Snowfall" - Part I

Fem!reader (from a non-canon, lesser known house) + Aemond Targaryen (romantic) + Rhaenyra Targaryen (platonic) + Damon Targaryen (platonic) + Helaena Targaryen (platonic)

Tags: Family drama, royal politics, romance, platonic fluff, angst, lots of tention (good and bad), protective Aemond, protective Rhaenyra, found family

Warnings: An attempted SA in part III, mentions of parent death during childbirth, parental abuse, canon violence, Aegon being a creep, a little bit of light smut later down the line but nothing too nsfw.

Summary: Elisana's father brings her with him to King's Landing when he's summoned by the Queen to discuss a rebellion in his territories. Her and Prince Aemond begin to fall for each other but family secrets begin to surface and it creates a tense situation between her house and house Targaryen.

I'm not super knowledgeable about the lore etc so bare with me on this one. Written in 3rd person. Enjoy! ♡

Part II | Part III | Part IV

When your father, Eris Denaron, told you that you were to accompany him to King's Landing you were excited at first, until you remembered what the princes were like when you were little; obnoxious and sometimes unbearable to be be around. You hoped they had matured since you saw them last, but one thing can be said about boys is that they take far too long to grow up.

"I need you to be on your best behaviour while we're in their company, Elisa." Said her father. "These are sensitive talks, and the last thing we need is another incident like the last time you were there."

"That was 9 years ago, father. I choose my battles far more carefully now than you give me credit for."

"That doesn't mean your temper has calmed." He sighed. "You are too much like your mother."

"I won't cause any trouble, you have my word."

His stern face gave away very little, but you could tell your words gave him some reassurance.

"I must make my way to the council chambers. Pay a visit to your cousins, make small talk. With any luck, by the end of this, I will have organised a betrothal."

He left swiftly, his navy velvet cloak trailing behind him.

She walked to the window and took a deep breath as she stared out over King's Landing, her long white-blonde locks dancing gently in the warm breeze. She considered wondering the castle she hadn't seen in nearly a decade, but then her eye fell on the training yard, and they gleamed with intrigue.

A small crowd had gathered around the centre of the yard, and two men fought swiftly with each other. One of the men she recognised as Ser Criston, head of the King's guard, and the other had long silver locks but she was unsure if it was Aegon or Aemond as she hadn't seen either since they were children.

The fighting lasted a while and Elisa weaved her way through the crowd until she came to the front. When she saw the eyepatch she immediately recognised the silver haired man as Prince Aemond. She was surprised, he seemed different from when they were children, he used to be far more quiet, shy almost, but now he fought with such confidence and grace he almost seemed like a different person.

He had grown quite handsome since last they met, tall too. A far cry from the little prince she remembered.

With only one more swift motion Aemond had Ser Criston defeated, sword to his throat as he stood tall and proud, barely out of breath. The crowd applauded and muttered amongst themselves as they began to slowly disperse.

He had spotted Elisa from across the yard and walked over.

"Lady Denaron." He acknowledged.

"Prince Aemond." She curtsied. "Are you up for another challenger?"

His eyes narrowed slightly in intrigue and he smirked as he gestured for ser Criston to give her his sword.

"I never refuse a challenge."

Ser Criston hesitated but obliged and handed you his broadsword, stepping back to give you enough room to fight.

She had learned the skill of the sword against her father's wishes but with her 3 elder brothers, she was damned if she had to sit out and instead learn some nonsense such as embroidery. She needed to fight and had become quite good at it. She was confident.

She held fast, she saw the prince's agility in his fight with ser Criston and knew he would be quick, and just as that thought entered her mind, he swung his blade.

She parried, gauging the force of the blow to figure out his strength. He was holding back, and that insulted her.

She returned with four forceful strikes, one high, two mid and one hard hit from the side, Aemond dodging or parrying every single one.

They circled each other for a moment and she touched her blade to his, staring him down.

"If you hold back any longer I'll cut off your hands."

"I would gain much enjoyment in seeing you try."

In a swift, fluid motion she flicked her sword and caught his jacket, leaving a long cut horizontally across the sleeve and she saw his eye flicker with flame.

Some of the crowd had returned and gathered around once again, watching intently as they had never seen the prince fight a woman skilled with the sword before.

He brought his sword down on her from above, then the side and she dodged, almost not fast enough for the second blow. He wasn't holding back anymore.

He came at her again and again and she jabbed, almost getting him but he still managed to block it.

This dance continued for only a few more minutes before Aemond sent her sword flying and placed his blade to her throat.

The crowd applauded once again.

He was trying to hide it but he was out of breath a little and she smiled knowingly, briefly glancing down at his blade.

"You've grown quite skilled."

"As have you." He replied.

His eye lingered on her for an extra moment before lowering his sword. She had grown quite beautiful since last they met and he couldn't help but notice, but he turned away and sheathed his blade as the last of the crowd left.

"I will see you tomorrow for more training." Said Ser Criston, taking his sword back from Elisa as she held it out for him, nodding politely to her.

"I believe you mean another defeat." Aemond retorted with a smirk.

Sir Criston scoffed as he sheathed his blade and walked away, leaving Elisa and the prince alone in the training yard.

"Where did you learn the blade?" He asked, reaching for a chalice from a servant boy who arrived with a small decanter filled with wine.

"My teacher is head of our guard, much like yours. He's taught me since I was nine."

"You were lucky to find a teacher willing to instruct a woman."

"Maybe so." She replied, then smiled. "I kept you on your toes though."

He looked at you sideways as he sipped his wine, and you saw the corner of his mouth curl.

"Maybe so." He replied.

"Elisana!" Came her father's voice from the top of the stairs.

Aemond noticed her smile twist into contempt as Lord Eris walked down and stopped in front of his daughter.

"I told you to behave yourself and the first thing you do is pick up a sword?"

"I wasn't aware having fun counted as misbehaving."

"I apologise for my daughter Prince Aemond, she has an untamable fire, not unlike her mother's." There was a condescending tone in his words that made her want to take the prince's sword and show him what a true opponent really was but restrained herself.

"There is no apology necessary Lord Denaron, I always welcome new apponants."

"I appreciate your understanding my Prince but there are better opponents than a woman."

Those words began to grow the same contempt from Elisana within Aemond and he took another sip of wine.

"Come Elisana."

She bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from arguing with her father in front of the prince and curtsied politely. Aemond bowed his head in return before she was ushered away.

When they were out of sight and earshot of the the prince, her father turned and struck her across the face.

"How many times must I remind you of your place!" He hissed. "If I see a sword in your hand again I will use it on you, do you understand!"

She looked up at her father with a hatred that could not be measured as she held a hand to her face. "You have my word." She growled and her father stormed down the hallway, leaving her to hold back tears and try to gather herself before anyone could see her.

That night at dinner she was seated next to Helaena who was a pleasant change of company from her husband Aegon who was drunkenly speaking obscenities on her opposite side.

"Are you really a Denaron Lady Elisana?" He asked. "You don't have the colourings of one."

Aemond noticed her tense at the question as he had been watching her.

"My mother was blonde." She replied. "I take after her."

"Is that so?" Aegon swirled the wine in his cup as he looked her over. "Anyone would think you were a Targaryen with that hair."

"I wouldn't be so bold as to say so your highness."

"I like it!" Beamed Helaena. "It makes us look like sisters."

Elisa smiled at her, she had always gotten along with Helaena and had occasionally sent letters by raven since they were children. She was the only one who she had kept in contact with in the nine years since she was last in King's Landing.

"That is true." Said Alicent with a soft smile.

"Is it also true that you were caught fighting my brother in the training yard?" Helaena excitedly asked, a little tipsy from the wine she had been drinking.

"I had him on his toes the whole time." She whispered cheekily in reply.

Helaena giggled and Elisa smiled, she had always loved Helaena's strangeness. She was one of the few friends she had and she loved her dearly.

She didn't see Aemond's fond gaze from across the table as she laughed with his sister. He rarely saw her laughing like that, she was mostly quiet and a little withdrawn, especially when she was around Aegon.

Alicent also noticed her daughter laughing and smiled at seeing her so happy.

"Tell me, Lady Elisana, is it true you managed to give Aemond a challenge this afternoon in the training yard?" Asked Jacerys, gleefully leaping at the chance to mock his uncle.

"Is that how your shirt got damaged?" Lucerys snickered.

Elisa pursed her lips to attempt to hide her smile, knowing her father was glaring at her from the other end of the table.

"Perhaps one day you may give even a fraction of a challenge." Aemond retorted, retaining his usual expression, but she could see him clench his jaw, his eyes fixed despisingly on the brothers.

"Aemond." Said Alicent, giving a warning look from her place beside Rhaenyra, who gave the same look to her sons.

Jace and Luke cut it out but still exchanged glances at each other with stifled laughs.

"It is refreshing to see a woman with such skill with a blade." Said Rhaenyra. "I would like to see you fight while you're here."

"Perhaps not." Said Lord Eris, attempting to remain civil in the company of the Queen. "I'm sure there are more productive things for a woman to do than fight."

The air in the room immediately changed and the distain for Eris' comment was felt my most of the people in the room. Rhaenyra's expression said all it needed to as she shot a spiteful glance in his direction.

"If a woman can birth a child she can wield a sword." She said. "A wound from a blade is nothing compared to the pain of labors."

Elisana glanced nervously at Rhaenyra and then her father. She could feel his anger begin to rise and although she revelled in Rhaenyra's comment she knew she would be the one to take the repercussions of it later.

"Then why bother with it?" He replied.

"Father, please." Elisana pleaded quietly.

Aemond saw her face during this interaction and saw her anger towards her father and also her fear.

"Would you rather a woman die than be able to protect herself and her children?" Rhaenyra continued, snapping at him once again.

Elisa sat forward, a hand on the table. "Princess, let us change the subject."

Rhaenyra turned her head to her and saw her fear of her father and became even more enraged but stayed her comments.

"I think that's enough talk of this for one night." Said Alicent, standing up and smoothing out her skirts. "I shall retire to my chambers and I suggest you do the same, tomorrow's talks will be of great length."

"Of course, my Queen." Said Lord Eris almost behind gritted teeth.

A look of laboured relief appeared on Elisa's face and once the Queen had left she stood up and curtsied. "Excuse me." She said before leaving.

That night, Elisa sat in her chambers, worried that her father would burst in and set another 'example' and she was therefore unable to fully rest. She hadn't even yet changed into her night gown.

Her father always hated her for being a girl. He got his three heirs and had no need for her other than to wed her off in exchange for powerful connections.

Anger swelled in her gut day by day as she lived with him and she kept it down as best she could but one day she knew she would not be able to hold back and may kill the man without a thought of hesitation.

As she sat beside the fire, swirling a strand of silver hair around her finger there was a knock at the door and every muscle in her tensed. Though she realised her father wouldn't bother to knock and she turned to the door before getting up.

She opened it to reveal Aemond wearing a long black cloak with the hood up to hide his hair.

"Would you like an adventure?" He asked quietly, giving her playful smirk, one she hadn't seen since they were children.

He held up another cloak and Elisa smiled and put it on, looking both ways down the hall before they snuck out of the castle.

This is turning out to be way longer than I intended 😅😅 I hope you enjoyed part 1! Please like, comment and reblog! ♡

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #jacerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #fanfic #fanfiction #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen xfem!reader #aemond targaryen x fem reader #aemond fic #aemond targaryen x reader #fic #romance #snowfall #athanza

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elliesgaymachete · 2 months

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Winter Schnee and her team are top students at Atlas Academy, on track to join General Ironwood’s elite military force upon graduation. When they cross paths with the nefarious yet alluring Cinder Fall, the life that Winter has worked so hard to build for herself threatens to come crashing down.

the cinwin debs au that one person (my fiancée) asked for

#winter schnee #cinder fall #snowfall #cinwin #rwby #fanfiction #was not expecting this to be my first rwby fic but here we are

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makedonsgriva · 1 year

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snowfall

SUMMARY

Something is wrong with Simon Snow.

He is not picking fights with Baz, he is not getting worked up by him, he is reading too much and he is just not giving Baz any attention. Needless to say, it is driving Baz insane. Simon is the sword wielding hot headed hero, not someone who backs down from a fight, so what is up with him?

And why is Simon being so secretive? What is he hiding? There are so many questions and no answers at all and Baz has sworn this time he is going to be the one who will uncover whatever Simon Snow is plotting.

Read Chapter 1 here.

AN: this is my first fic after more than an year long hiatus. I’d love it if you guys could give it a read <3

#carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #penelope bunce #agatha wellbelove #snowfall

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megamindsecretlair · 7 months

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Pray For Me

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!Shy!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), size kink, all consensual. Praise kink. Use of n-word. Mention of jail, smoking, and drinking. Established friendship.

Summary: Franklin has just been released from jail. Jerome and Louie welcome him home in style. You had grown up around the corner from Jerome and you stop by to show Franklin a little love.

Word Count: 3,404k

A/N: Sometimes you gotta take your own advice. I was nervous to write this. But we are our own worst critics! I had fun writing this though, and hopefully it's one of many. Hello brainrot. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: Special shoutout to @planetblaque for encouraging me to watch this show and fall in love with this man!

You heard the music before you rounded the corner with your friends. You tugged on your skirt for the thousandth time, wondering if you should’ve just worn jeans and been done with it.

“Girl, you look fine, c’mon,” your friend said and pulled you into the house. Damn, it’d been a good while since you were here. Probably not since the fourth when Jerome nearly set the roof on fire. There were plenty of bodies spilling out of the house, people hanging on the porch and in the front yard.

Plumes of smoke rose into the air with the loud stink of weed. “How you doin’ ladies,” someone said as you passed by the front door.

“I thought you said this was more lowkey,” you said. Somehow, you didn’t think Franklin was into…all of this. You grew up on the block near his uncle, so it was nothing for you to see Franklin from time to time. Over the years, he only got more handsome. He was tall, good looking, and that voice…

You spent many a night dreaming of that voice. You’d kill to have him look your way once. Just once. But everyone knew that he and Melody had something going on, always sniffing after each other. So you only got to admire him from afar and at the few moments like these, spent at parties at his uncle’s house.

Your friends dragged you inside and you immediately searched the room for Franklin. You didn’t see him yet but..fuck, it seemed like half the block was inside Jerome’s house.

“Hey baby!” You turned to the sound of Louie’s voice and smiled wide. You hugged her and leaned back.

“You look good!” You told her. Louie was always who you wanted to be when you got older. She was so pretty and she always had her hair in interesting styles.

“I always look good!” She said and you laughed with her.

She moved on throughout the party. There was shouting in one corner and through the press of bodies, you saw Jerome shadow boxing with Leon. The size difference between them made you want to laugh. They were both handsome in their own ways, but you weren’t sure how Louie handled Jerome’s jheri curl.

You gave up your search for Franklin. He probably had a hundred people congratulating him on getting out or wanting more of his time. Or he had his tongue down Melody’s throat somewhere, if her dad let her out of the house.

You came here to celebrate him, yes, but also just to get out and be among your people. There was something cathartic about having like-minded people all in a good mood. Dancing, drinking, or smoking or just having a good time. No arguments, no petty dramas. Nothing but Black folk and good music.

The song switched and Cutie Pie came on. The party exploded in noise and people flocked to the living room, bumping hips and pulling each other into dancing. You shook your head of thoughts of Franklin and focused on having fun with your girls.

You danced and moved around the tight space, singing along to the words. You twirled the floor with your friends and got lost in the music. Heat erupted in the living room as everyone moved in tandem. You laughed as guys tried to show out for the women.

“Goofy ass niggas,” your friend cackled.

“You like them goofy ass niggas!” You said.

“And!” Your friend said and you laughed with her.

After a few songs, you were worn out. You waved your hand as your friends tried to keep you going. You had sweat pouring everywhere. If you didn’t sit down now, you were going to pass out. You fanned yourself as you collapsed on the couch. Your leg bumped someone’s.

“My bad,” you said.

“You look like you’re havin’ fun.” There. That voice.

You looked to your right and saw Franklin Saint smiling at you. Franklin. Smiling at you.

“Yeah, I am.” You swallowed hard and was thankful that the music was so loud that he couldn’t hear it. Damn. He looked amazing. Dressed in a simple purple T-shirt and dark jeans, he looked delicious enough to eat.

Franklin nodded and smirked. “You don’t though,” you said. You weren’t sure where that came from, but the more you looked at him, the more you realized it was true. He looked set apart from everyone else.

“I’m havin’ fun,” he said. He had to yell a bit to be heard over the music. His head dipped towards yours and you smiled. He smelled so good. You hadn’t been this close to him in forever. You soaked up every single detail. You felt silly, but this was already the greatest night ever.

“Been a minute since I seen you,” he said.

You shrugged. “Just been workin’,” you said. The more you spoke to him, the more the initial shock wore off. You were able to hold a conversation like a normal person. Slowly, Franklin seemed to relax into the conversation just like you. You didn’t talk about anything important, really. Just the latest books you’d read, the latest movies you’d gone to see, or how work was going.

“What?” You asked. You were in the middle of talking about work when you noticed that Franklin was just staring at you.

“You’re really beautiful,” he said softly, his words nearly drowned out by the loud music. You ducked your head and scratched absently at your cheek. Franklin took that hand in his and played with your fingers.

His large hands swallowed yours and you stared at your hands intertwined. His hand was warm and sent tingles up your arm. You looked at him to find him focused on your face. “Thank you, Franklin,” you said with a smile.

“I should be thankin’ you,” he said.

“Why’s that?”

“You’re the first person to talk to me like I’m normal. Since I got out,” he said.

You squeezed his hand. “You are normal, Franklin,” you said. You made sure to look him in the eye so that he really believed you. He smirked and nodded. “You just need some rest, that’s all.”

“Or maybe I need to hang around you more often,” he said with a grin.

You sucked your teeth. “Stop playin’,” you said.

“I’m not playin’. I like talkin’ to you,” he said.

Your heart plopped to the floor. Warmth spread through your body and you curled your toes in your shoes. “I like talkin’ to you, too,” you said.

“You want a drink or somethin’?” He asked.

You shook your head and played with his hand. Your thumb ran over the space between his thumb and index finger. “I don’t mess with that stuff.”

“Me neither. Why don’t you?” Franklin’s attention was unnerving. It was hard looking him in the eyes sometimes. Almost as if he was peering into the depths of your soul and judging what he saw.

“The truth?”

“Always the truth,” he said.

“I got control issues sometimes. Drinkin’ or smokin’, I don’t like being that out of control.”

Franklin’s smile was slow but it spread from one side to the other. He laughed and shook his head.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You said and shoved his knee. He shook his head but continued to laugh.

“I’m not!”

“Then why you laughin’?” You watched him settle down and shake his head.

“Just somethin’ funny. You might like being out of control sometimes,” he said.

“I’on know about that,” you said. You knew it was an issue with you. But you couldn’t help it. Between your family and your job, you were constantly thrown in responsible roles before you were truly ready. It wasn’t like you had a choice to not rise to the challenge. You saw the way drinking and smoking made people crazy. You weren’t into it.

“Hey, wanna come with me?” He asked.

Before you could ask him what he meant, he smiled and stood up from the couch. The living room had cleared out a bit since you had been talking to Franklin. How long had you sat there? It was a little disorienting looking around. The crowd had pushed out onto the front lawn. There was more room to breathe and think.

He pulled you up by the hand he still held. He was really damn tall. You looked up into his mischievous eyes. His smile never left as he inclined his head and pulled you through the living room towards the hallway.

You suppressed a giggle as he pulled you into a room and closed the door. The music from the main room was still thumping, but it was significantly muffled by the closed door. Your ears rang as Franklin turned on a light. This time you giggled. You were standing in Franklin Saint’s room. The situation was a little absurd.

“It looks like you,” you said.

Your eyes roamed around the things he put on the wall and his cassette collection. You leaned down and looked through the tapes.

“What it look like? Tell me,” he said.

“Clean and studious. Lots of books,” you said and pointed to the books on his desk.

“What, a nigga can’t read?”

You laughed. “I didn’t say it was bad,” you said.

Franklin turned that assessing gaze on you as if he couldn’t figure you out. Like you were a mystery book and he hadn’t reached the final reveal yet. He stood leaning by the door so he walked slowly towards you. You stood your ground.

He brought his hand up and traced your lips with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed you. You committed every detail to memory. The way his lips slanted against yours. The heat was pouring off of his body. The way the purple shirt rustled against yours. His hand as it dropped to your shoulder and then to your waist to pull you closer.

You smiled when you broke apart and glanced at Franklin. “Damn. You sure no one’s gonna come barging in?”

“Door locked. Scared?” He asked with a smirk.

“No. I’m a lady,” you said and Franklin laughed. You smacked his shoulder. “I just want to make sure no one’s gonna walk in,” you said. You were too shy to say what you really meant. And you also needed time to think.

This was completely unreal. You were standing in Franklin’s room, kissing him. It was like someone peeked inside your head and offered you everything you dreamt of.

“Hey, it’s just us. I promise,” he said. “Trust me?”

This was Franklin. You’d known him all your life. You nodded and smiled. You did trust him. Damn everything, but you did.

Franklin kissed you again and you relaxed into it, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders and hugging him tight. His arms came around your waist and he started to walk you backwards towards the bed.

Once your legs hit it, he stopped and smirked down at you. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest. You’re pretty sure you drooled as you took him in. Your hands explored his body as he lifted your shirt out of your skirt and pulled it over your head.

You took off your bra as he unzipped his jeans. You kept your eyes on each other, smiling and giggling as you two quickly disrobed. His eyes perused your body and you never felt sexier.

“So beautiful,” he said.

You ducked your head but it only made you look at his swelling dick. You knew he was packing, skinny dudes usually were, but damn. How the hell did he walk with that between his legs? It was a miracle he wasn’t always drooping forward.

“Oh shit,” you said.

Franklin laughed and kissed you again, distracting you. You could become addicted to his kisses. They were at once soft and hard. Sweet but forceful. He kissed down to the side of your jaw and then onto your neck.

His big, juicy lips suckled on your neck as he lowered you to the bed and climbed on top. You moaned just from the feel of him slotting in between your legs. His dick pressed into the crook of your leg, warm and thick.

Franklin kissed up to your ear. “That pussy wet for me?”

You moaned and bit your lip. You wouldn’t survive a night with Franklin Saint. Not if he kept talkin’ nasty like that. You nodded.

“Let me hear that pretty voice then,” he said. He kissed back down from your neck to your chest. When he got to your nipples, he hummed in pleasure and suckled one of them into his mouth. You watched as he turned that intense gaze to your chest. Sucking on your nipples as if it was his only job in the world.

You moaned and squirmed beneath him. If you were wet before, you were soaking right now as his warm tongue teased your nipple into a needy little bud.

“Franklin,” you said with a gasp.

He let go of your nipple with a loud pop. He looked at you as he lowered his mouth towards your other nipple and gave that one as much attention. Keeping eye contact was hard when all you wanted to do was roll your eyes back. Your hands massaged his shoulders and the back of his neck.

“Focus,” he said. He kept going until your nipples were matching buds. He kissed down your belly stopping every so often to suckle a bit of skin in between his teeth.

You twitched every time he did that and you slapped at his shoulder. “Franklin!”

He chuckled as he continued to travel down, nosing your damp curls and inhaling. You bit your lip and wiggled. You were used to guys getting right down to having sex. It was rare that someone went down on you without you having to beg like a fool.

“Hm, lemme taste it,” he said, that slow drawl of his like its own symphony. He didn’t wait for permission. He latched those beautiful lips to your pussy and you moaned and melted into his bed. It smelled like him too. You moaned from smelling his clean scent and from the magic he weaved in between your thighs.

Your legs involuntarily closed around his head. He felt so damn good. He alternated between flicking your clit and suckling on it. Between licking you like his own popsicle and tracing little circles.

“Oh fuck,” you whined and rolled your hips. Franklin grabbed your thick thighs and pried them apart. You looked down at him with an apology on your lips but licked your pussy again and robbed you of all coherent thought.

“Need some room to work, woman,” he said. He kissed your pussy and then dived back in, fucking you with his tongue.

“Oh, oh, oh,” you said. He returned his attention to your clit and sucked hard. You came on his tongue, your body betraying you and twitching and jerking.

Franklin found your hands with his and held you as your orgasm ripped through you. You held on for dear life as your moans competed with the music outside. He continued to kiss and makeout with your pussy as you convulsed. As you came down, he rubbed the remainder of your juices on the back of your thighs.

He crawled up the bed and braced himself with his elbows. He was level with you as he kissed you. You faintly tasted yourself on his tongue. As he kissed, he moved his hips until his dick pressed against your entrance.

He started to push in and you moaned into his mouth. “Let me hear you,” he said.

He looked into your eyes as he pushed further in. The sweet burn of him stretching you out made you hiss. You drew your legs up and wrapped them around his lean frame. “Franklin!” You wrapped your arms around him as he started to stroke.

With each stroke, he pushed in deeper until he hit a spot deep inside of you. You fell apart under him. That stroke was a switch inside of you. You never felt someone go so deep or so hard before and you were clutching him to you, shaking and moaning as your orgasm fractured you into a million tiny shards.

Franklin watched you as you floated back down to your body, panting. The room was burning up. Or maybe that was you. You were both slick with sweat as Franklin smirked at you.

He continued his slow, deep strokes. Again, he hit that spot deep inside of you. “I can’t, I–”

Fuck, you had cum so many times already. But with every glide of his dick, your belly flipped and your pussy clenched him.

“Sure you can,” he said. He nodded and continued to move inside of you. He hiked your legs higher until your feet hit the top of his ass. It allowed him to truly move deeper inside of you.

Your arms wrapped under his so that your palms were directly on his back muscles, feeling them contract and expand as he slid in and out of you. It brought his chest down to rest on top of yours. He held his weight, but now your overly sensitive nipples rubbed his chest.

“Franklin, please,” you said. You weren’t exactly pushing him off. But these slow strokes were killing you. You could deal with jack rabbit niggas that just wanted to bust and get off of you. You could even deal with the niggas that thought they had a little game and you managed to get something out of it.

Franklin was completely different. He took his time. Your pleasure came first. This was the difference between fucking with ignorant muthafuckas and a grown man. Something must have shown on your face because he kissed you, bringing you back to the moment.

“Please, what?” He demanded.

“I can’t…” You still couldn’t form the words. His dick was slick with your juices. He slid in and out with ease. He eased all the way out and went even slower sliding back in.

The noises that left you should leave you embarrassed. But you felt nothing but safe in his arms. Safe to be yourself. Safe to give him every moan, every excited utterance, and every cry. Another orgasm was building in your belly.

“Can’t what?” He asked.

You looked into his eyes. That was a big mistake. You were trapped in the liquid pool of his eyes. His grin spread across his face. He was having fun while he was breaking you apart.

“Franklin,” you cried. You pushed at his shoulders but he was an immovable force. He pecked your lips and smiled at you.

“I just want one mo,” he said.

You shook your head back and forth. There was no way. Franklin kissed you and toyed with your lips while he continued his deep strokes. Never breaking eye contact.

You didn’t want him to stop but you also needed him to. He felt too good stretching you out and wringing any and all sounds you were capable of.

“I know you can do it,” he said and kissed you again.

“Fuck,” you whispered as your orgasm rolled over you like a bulldozer. You tensed up, cries and moans scratching the back of your throat, clutching him to you as if he were the only thing keeping you together. Your pussy contracted around him and triggered his own release.

“Goddamn,” he moaned as his cum spilled inside of you. You felt each hot spurt bathe your pussy.

Franklin held you as you calmed down. He rained kisses all over your face as he slipped out slowly so he wouldn’t hurt you. You caught your breath as you felt him leave you. You shivered and Franklin rolled onto his side and pulled you closer.

“Been wantin’ to do that for a while,” he said.

“You have?” You asked and looked at him.

“Mhm,” he said. He pulled your leg over his and he rubbed your thigh. You caressed his cheek and he smiled at you.

“I wanna do that again,” you whispered to him. He chuckled and nodded. You didn’t have to pinch yourself. This may have been a dream come true, but it was a reality you weren’t ready to wake up from.

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Just posted my last chapter with anime content in it—updates might get wonky now that I have to pull everything from the manga.

It’s time to finally execute the raids and put a stop to the Liberation Army, the League, and All for One once and for all.

… Hitoshi should’ve known it would all go horribly wrong.

Alternately titled: Hellish Hell.

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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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