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notapradagurl7 · 2 months ago

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My Favorite Star.

Black Fem! Reader x Joey Bada$$ as Unique/KadeemPornstar!

Summary: On a regular Friday after work before waiting for one of his latest videos, your neighbor Kadeem brought you a package until you found out that your fine ass neighbor was your favorite porn star, Unique. You decided to spend time with him.

A/N: it’s been a minute since I wrote about Joey, enjoy! don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open!

WC: 4433k.

Warnings: dirty talk, smoking weed, praise, orgasm denial, fingering, use of AAVE, cussing, use of the n-word, rough sex, choking kink, protected sex, consensual for both parties, exhibitionist kink, AU where Unique is in the modern day world, PWP, pet names.

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It was a typical Friday night, the kind where the world outside felt like a distant echo while you nestled into your cozy apartment with a bag of snacks and a comfy pink blanket in your bedroom. The smell of something sweet and lavender wafted in the room.

The flickering light from your TV danced across the four on your brown skin as you scrolled through your favorite adult site, your heart racing with anticipation for the latest video featuring Unique.

Your freshly two-strand twisted locs hung in front of your face, your fingers carefully pulled out the black rubber bands.

The black screen with red trims displayed a white loading icon that was frustrating, while the message read, "New video arriving soon—don’t miss out on UniqueDaDon!”

With a deep sigh, your face contorted in frustration as you rolled your eyes, the weight of impatience settling heavily in you. Your thumb angrily swiped up the screen, dismissing the page with a flick that felt almost like a release.

You shut your phone off and tossed it onto the pillow, the device landing with a soft thud, mirroring your exasperation.

Where was Unique? Your favorite porn star, Friday, Wednesday and Monday nights before 11pm were his usual scheduling time on the adult site. He was never late either, this was new.

A sudden yet alarming knock on your door jolted you back to reality. You glanced at the time—11 PM. Who the hell could it be?

Your heart raced for a different reason now, but as the doorbell chimed, your phone's camera revealed Kadeem's familiar face. You sighed in relief, putting down the gun that had been your recent purchase.

“Y/N, you've got a package! It’s a crockpot, right?” His voice was teasing, laced with that signature charm that made your heart flutter.

Damn it. They accidentally sent your purple crockpot to him. That was the last time you ordered anything online without double-checking the delivery address.

“Uh, yeah! Just, uh, some... new cooking material for my collection!” You called back, trying to play it cool, but the heat creeping up your cheeks gave you away.

You opened the door, your heart racing as you took in his appearance. He wore a black tee, paired with sweatpants. and those dark brown eyes of his sparkled under the orange hallway lights.

Kadeem chuckled, his laughter deep and rich, echoing through the thin walls between your apartments. “Cookin’ material, huh? What’chu cooking tonight?” he teased, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed casually.

“Maybe some beef stew this time, hopefully it turns out good, not too soft, if not, i'll just order take out,” You replied with a nod.

“I always smell something good from your apartment, I know you're good at what you do,” He said, smiling a bit.

He resided directly opposite you in the upscale, five-story apartment complex located in the suburbs, where both of you occupied units on the first floor. This location suited you due to your job at the nearby library, which provided a tranquil environment.

Kadeem resided in apartment 102 while you were in apartment 101; the building was quiet and uneventful, mostly occupied by residents or college students who minded their own business.

You tried to play it cool, but the heat creeping up your cheeks betrayed you. “Uh, thanks for bringing it over,” you said, trying to sound casual.

He leaned against the doorframe, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “You know I got you, Y/N. Just doin’ my neighborly duties,” he replied, stepping a little closer. He leaned casually against the doorframe, the air thick with unspoken tension.

“So, what you into these days? Besides, ya know, cookin’?” His gaze dropped to your box, and you felt your heart skip a beat, knowing he couldn't see the website you had been on.

You smirk, trying to deflect. “Oh, you know, just the usual. Binge-watching, and the occasional art pieces of mine.” You shot back, trying to keep it light-hearted, but the heat of the moment was palpable.

You wanted to be done with this conversation quickly before you missed a notification, pursuing your lips. Especially testing out your new crockpot.

“Well, thanks again Kadeem, I'll be sure to let know you if I need to smoke weed,” You quickly said, eyeing him up and down.

“Anytime, Y/N,” Kadeem replied back, as he walked away from the door and toward his apartment door.

“Bye Kadeem,” You sang playfully with a smile, waving back to him before closing the door.

He sold marijuana to nearby residents while working as a full-time adult film actor to cover his expenses, on a reputable black-owned porn site that strictly filtered out unsavory characters, minimized ads.

He exclusively showcased black women or curvy black women in his content. In their mid-twenties and some older, in their early thirties. From this very neighborhood.

His work wasn't much vanilla, nor too many hardcore videos, if there was a fantasy from the woman then Unique would fulfill it. He was always at the top row of the home page, verified with five stars.

After work, you would smoke weed with him since he was your plug, chatting about your day, and you always made a point to pay him. However, Kadeem consistently reminded you that it was free of charge.

Your heart raced as you clicked on the notification, the familiar thrill coursing through you.

“Oh shit, I can’t be late,” you whispered quickly, grabbing your phone with ease.

You ran inside of your bedroom and grabbed your laptop, putting it on the charger, you flipped the light switch and the darkness filled the room.

You snuggled into the blankets of your bed to get comfy, grabbing your earbuds and plugged it in your phone below, the timer on the adult site went to 10 seconds, as the logo of the website flickered on the black ink screen.

“Five…four…three…” You mumbled under your breath, your eyes glued to the screen.

“Now Unique wants to post on time, huh?” You sang lowly but smirked a bit, biting down on your lip.

The intro music softly faded in and out, and suddenly there he was Unique displaying that signature smirk that made your stomach flip. You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks. Good thing this video wasn't recent either.

The video began with Kadeem showed off that signature smirking, lying down at the front of his bed with his hands behind his head, a smirk on his face and while the black woman with the same dark brown complexion as him, crawled toward him with the dim light of the room that felt as intimate as your own.

Your mouth went agape once the video faded out, and you quickly came to a sudden realization, the same man who was your plug, lived across from you was your favorite porn star? How the hell did you not see that?

His hands adorned gripped her throat, momentarily constricting her airflow, eliciting a soft harsh gasp from the woman, passing the condom to him, her hands rested on the headboard as he lifted her and settled down onto his dick. She began riding him with a steady pace.

“Faster, you pretty slut,”

His eyes flickered back to the camera with a playfully glint as if he was looking at you through the screen, letting low groan from the warmth of her walls gripping his dick tightly, “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how good you’re feeling,”

Every moan, grunt, thrust spurred you on, the ache in your stomach made you squirm underneath the blankets, and your tiny whimper left your lips.

“Lord, help me,” you whispered, sinking deeper into the pillow as you tried to ignore the ache building inside you.

You knew you shouldn’t be watching this, especially when you had just seen him a few moments ago, but here you were, it felt all too real. Your breath hitched and panted heavily.

And then he did that one thing you liked, talking to the wrong through her climax.

“There you go, let me have it,”

Once the video was over and swiped up to exit, you quickly ran toward the bathroom and accidentally knocked over your small dresser, the thud noise echoed through the walls. You screamed out loudly.

“Shit, all this fucking time, it was him,” You mumbled to yourself, wondering how you did not see it.

You were still bewildered by the fact that it was really him, and you imagined how it would feel to be in her place, to have those hands on you, to feel that body against yours. That friction with him.

Just then, the doorbell rang again, pulling you from your reverie. You cursed out loud, but curiosity got the better of you. You cleaned up mess, and threw the glass in the trash. “Who the fuck could it be now?”

You quickly paused the video and tossed your phone aside, throwing on a hoodie to cover up as you made your way to the door, your heart racing once again.

“Y/N, you good in there? I heard you scream and a loud thud. You alright?” Kadeem’s voice echoed through the door, concern lacing his tone.

“Yeah, just uh...tripped over something! I’m good!” you called back, trying to sound nonchalant, but the slight tremor in your voice betrayed your nerves.

“Alright, just checking on you,” he replied, and you could hear the concern in his voice. “You know I’m just across the hall if you need anything. Like...you know, a good smoke or a good meal.”

You chuckled awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again, but it wasn’t just from embarrassment anymore. It was that undeniable attraction you felt toward him, mixed with the knowledge of what he did for a living, that sent your heart racing.

You stood at the door, then opened it revealing Kadeem there. Still dressed in the same attire, while you exhaled a blissful sigh. “Actually, I don't feel like cooking tonight, I could use a good meal,”

“Dinner is on me, I got you. What do you want to eat?” Kadeem asked in a warm tone, his eyes on you, you felt the heat rush in your cheeks again.

“I'll just take some wings and fries, my drink can be a fruit punch, ranch on the side too by the way,” You added, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Done,” he said, pulling out his phone, scrolling through the DoorDash app, typing in the food, the drinks and the sauce.

“While we wait, can I ask you something Kadeem?” you said softly, your tone a bit nervous yet steady. You walked over to the light purple couch with him, you took a seat on the left side.

He looked up from his plate, his eyes flickered back to you, while he gently plopped onto the couch beside you, “Of course you can, what’s on your mind?”

You hesitated briefly, but the moment felt right. “So, um… this might sound a bit weird, but I’ve been watching a lot of your content online. Like, you know, Unique? Your videos? I’m a fan.”

“You’re a fan of my videos?” he asked in a soft tone like he was surprised a bit. His body shifted toward you and his knees brushed against yours.

“Yeah, you’re good at what you do,”

Kadeem smiled at what you said to him, “I appreciate that, but you know, I could tell you were a fan. Your comments always stood out, they were always so funny, and clever,”

Your heart raced as you processed his words, feeling exposed yet thrilled. “So you’ve been watching me watch you?” you teased, your voice playful despite the heat washing over you.

“Can you blame me? You’re kinda hard to miss. Cute as hell, smart, sexy, funny, beautiful, always with that smile,” he replied, leaning back against the couch, as he flashed that charming grin. “And trust me, I’ve got fantasies of my own about you.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “Are you serious?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, but the way he looked at you made it hard to concentrate.

“Let’s just say, I’ve imagined what it’d be like to have you in many positions,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

Kadeem had a crush on you, and those feelings surpassed into something deeper, but your imagination did run wild.

“I've had a few of the same.” You could hardly believe the words spilling from his mouth, it made your heart race.

“But honestly, I’d rather just have you all to myself, no cameras,” he admitted, his tone shifting to something more intimate.

You tried to speak but the words caught in your throat. You weren’t sure how to respond.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N. Don’t hold back,” he replied, his voice a tempting whisper.

“No cameras. Just us, I want it to be real, you know?” you confirmed, your voice steady with sudden confidence.

Kadeem’s expression softened, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I like the sound of that.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of his question hanging in the air. “So you want me to fuck you Y/N?” he asked you with a smile on his face.

You nodded nervously yet spoke up, “Yes, I do. But fuck me like you hate me yet you can't resist me, spank my ass, gently choke me, praise but without the word good girl, and edging, give me some direction, like that rough edge in your videos,”

“I can definitely do that. But I’ll make sure it’s all about your pleasure too. I want to know what makes you feel good but just say no when you want to stop” he mused, nodding at you.

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang again, breaking the moment. You shot him an apologetic smile and jumped up, He rushed to the door.

As Kadeem opened it, the delivery driver stood there with the food, the aroma of garlic parmesan wings and fries wafting in, making your stomach growl. You couldn't wait to eat.

“Perfect timing!” you exclaimed, he grabbed the bags from the driver and tipping him generously before closing the door. He hurried back to the couch, where you were already eyeing the spread eagerly.

He placed the bags on the brown polished coffee table, hissed from the heat touching your skin.

“So you like garlic parmesan?” he asked, opening the containers to reveal the steaming wings and crispy fries, each accompanied by little cups of ranch.

“I like what I like, so how have you been?” you replied, your heart still racing from the earlier conversation as you settled back next to him, the food between you both.

“I’ve been good, this is the kind of night I can get behind—good food, good company,” he replied with a smile, picking up a wing and taking a bite, savoring the flavor.

You laughed softly, feeling the playful energy between you both. “And you enjoy my company?” you suggested, dipping a fry in ranch and offering it to him.

“Absolutely,” he replied, leaning in to take the fry from your fingers, his lips brushing against your fingers. The simple action sent a thrill through you, igniting the chemistry that simmered beneath the surface.

After your food was finished, thrown in the trash and both of you washed your washes your hands, you grabbed his hands and led him to your bedroom, nudging the door open to the room that was neat. The walls were painted a soft lilac, a comforting hue.

Thankfully you did some spring cleaning this morning, so the vibrant floral sheets and candles gave the room a cozy feel. The smell of fresh linen and lavender filled the air.

The bed was in the middle of your bedroom, with the dresser in the corner and a small bookshelf beside it overflowing with novels and trinkets collected over the years. The vibe Kadeem got from it was one of warmth and personality.

“Nice place you got here,” he remarked, taking in the surroundings with appreciation. He stood in the middle of the room with his

“Thank you, I try to keep it comfortable and inviting," you replied with a grateful smile. Was this man trying to steal your secrets on interior decorating, or was he just being polite?

You grabbed a condom from the dresser and passed it to him. “Will it fit you?” you asked him, a teasing glint in your eye, though your voice carried a hint of genuine curiosity as well.

"Trust me, it’ll fit," he said with a wink, taking off his shirt while unwrapping the condom and tossing it onto the bed. "Now, you ready for this?"

Your eyes almost sparkled with lust as you nodded, you felt the lust building up inside. His dark brown skin was beautiful, and his chest was toned, each muscle defined under the soft glow of the candles.

“More than ready,” you breathed, your heart racing in rhythm with the pounding of your pulse. You tugged at the edge of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your breasts.

After taking off your shorts and panties, you wiped your sweaty hands on the towel you had used before tossing it into the hamper. You were so damn nervous but took a few breaths to keep your cool.

You bent over onto the bed and wiggled your ass at Kadeem, he responds by giving it a rough smack, you stifled a moan while he towers over you.

With that, you pushed him gently back onto the bed, the soft mattress cradling you as he hovered over you. His chain dangling in your face and kissed your lips again, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, his dick was thick and hung near his thigh. That was a monster.

“Damn,” you mumbled to yourself, your jaw hung low. You were damn speechless for the first time but you swallowed quickly.

“Like what’chu see beautiful?” Kadeem asked with a grin, flipping the light switch, the darkness filled the room but he turned on the other light switch to dim.

It wasn’t too dark in the room but just enough light to see both of you, he kneeled onto the bed and hovered over you again.

You almost covered your face until he grabbed them, your cheeks heating again like a blushing bride getting ready for her wedding day, “Don't hide that pretty face from me,” he added.

He stepped closer, his hands framing your face as he leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. You melted into him, the soft pressure of his mouth against yours made you moan.

Your legs spread open for him, his eyes on your pussy then flickered back to you, his fingers gently fingered your pussy, you gasped softly, “Shit, no teasing, Kadeem please…” you whimpered biting your lip, he definitely wanted to do that first.

He chuckled darkly at your quick reply, his mouth wrapped around your nipple and kept pumping his fingers in and out of you at a tortuous, fast pace. He loved every moment of his, the faces you made and the way your moans echoed through the walls, alerting the residents Kadeem fucking you good.

Your essence spread all over the bedsheets, driving you wild in pleasure. “Fuck..m-more,” you babbled softly, moving your hips to his fingers. Kadeem smirked at you while picking up the pace. You were a wet whimpering mess, legs shaking as he watched you break apart underneath him.

“Fuck Kadeem, just like that!” You reached for him desperately, when his fingers curled up inside you with reckless abandon, your back arched and your hands clutched his shoulders.

His hand grasped and kissed your breasts, releasing your wrists while your hands rested on his neck. His mouth sucked your nipple and his fingers kept that pace, “You better not cum till I say so,” he said with his voice raised an octave.

“Ohh…fuck! Fuck! Kadeem!” You moaned again, catching the faint squeaks from your bed as you scoot away, “No runnin’ from me, that’s the rule,” he replied as he grabbed your wrists again. All you could was scream loudly in pleasure from his other finger pinching your clit again.

“I-i need y-your d-dick, Kadeem,” You lamented in between sentences, feeling that familiar knot tightening in your stomach, his lips slotting against yours, your mouth parted for a scream of pleasure. That had his dick harden from you.

His tongue explored your mouth and twirled with yours. swapping spit in the deep kiss and leaving a spit chain as he pulled away from you. you were so tired of the damn teasing, your hands squirming in his clutch.

“Look at you, all lost in it,” Kadeem spoke up, feeling the pleasure from you, the heat raised, his thumb swiveling onto your clit and essence pooling around his finger.

“That feels too good!”

You were betrayed by your pussy, every thrust of his finger made your body scoot across the bed and you shifted and turned, and your skin began to heat up. You essence gushed onto his fingers, he stopped immediately and withdrew his fingers from your pussy. You couldn't help what body knew what to do, he released your wrists and spanked your ass roughly.

“What did I say? You don't listen…” Kadeem barked at you, his nose rubbed against yours.

Your chest rose and fell as you took a moment to compose yourself after nodding at him. You clenched the bedsheets while he enveloped your body, directing his thick dick towards your wet entrance.

His half-lidded eyes watches how your mouth parted for a slut like moan when he shoved himself inside you, pleading the man to fuck you harder. Bullying his dick deep inside to fit every inch, fulfills that craving of friction. “Already so fucking wet-damn..” he muttered.

"Kadeem, you're soo big,” You trailed off after a plethora of moans, he knew that you were speechless and only answered with a wild moan or two. Kneading your other breast while giving long, deep strokes that go dizzy and dumb, He likes this side of you, the way your body responds to him. He was definitely gonna make you his.

"You’re mine,” He whispered in your ear, digging deeper into you again as he watched himself go in and out effortlessly, your wetness coating his dick like a blanket. He wanted to get every drop, he moaned at the sight.

He brought his body closer to yours, your arms wrapped around his neck and his thrusts went sporadic, the gold chain touched your collarbone and you shook from the cold metal, “M-mine, you're all mine,” you trailed off

Nails scratching relentlessly onto his back with every ruthless thrust, Kadeem kept grunting and raspily moaning from that, he was spurred on from the way you bounced under him to your moans, this was better than his video, you were finally filled up to the brim by him. “Keep scratching me up pretty girl, I'll fuck you harder,” he groaned lowly.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your breathless moans, echoing off the walls as you saw the colors of the room blurring from your tear-filled eyes. As if the room was spinning, the bed creaked from the movement from when he picked up the pace again, thrusting deeper and harder, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s my girl, you’re doing so good, baby,”

“That’s it, let it build. You can do it,” he encouraged, his voice a low growl that resonated within you.You felt your swollen pussy clench around his dick tighter. “Let me cum, Kadeem,”

“You can cum now,”

With that, you came undone immediately. Your essence left a big mess on his dick and bedding, He followed suit by filling you up and you screamed loudly, the soft glow of the lights casting light onto your bodies. Kadeem collapsed beside you.

“You good?” he asked in concern with his eyes flickering toward you, you nodded weakly. “I'll run you a hot bath,”

“Damn girl, you’re something else,” Kadeem panted lowly, looking at you while kissing your lips.

“I can definitely say that same thing about you, baby,” You chuckled lightly.

He picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, running a hot bath for you while he gently settled you into the foamy bath, sighing in bliss at the touch of the warm water on your skin. He pulled up his sweatpants, then crouched near the tub. He looked like he had something on his mind.

“Can I take you out for a date?”

You smiled at the man and nodded in agreement, bringing your legs close to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “I’d like that, you remember what’s my favorite place?” you asked him, heat in your cheeks.

“Yeah, that Italian restaurant around the corner. I can pick you up around 8? This weekend?” he asked you with a gentle tone, smiling at you.

“I’d like that,” You replied with a warm smile. Feeling that warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach. This was a great Friday night, now he was all yours.

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notapradagurl7 · 1 month ago

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For Mr. Robot/Joey BadA$$: can you do a Leon x Fem!Reader as Elliot Alderson where around late November/early December the reader (as Elliot) meets with Leon and seduces and tells him while she makes out with him, she wants him to help her take down Whiterose, with Leon promising her to be her "loyal knight"

My Loyal Knight.

Pairings: Black Fem! Reader(Elliot Alderson) x Joey Bada$$ as “Leon” from Mr. Robot.

Summary: See Ask. You worked in a cybersecurity company but a skilled hacker by night, and crossed paths with Leon. When you headed to his house, you decided to come over not only for a seductive encounter, you expressed your desire for his assistance in bringing down Whiterose. Leon promises to be your “loyal knight”

A/N: I really appreciate this, lovely anon! 😌 I've been eager to write about Leon in Mr. Robot for weeks, but here it is! Please resume sending in your requests for Leon in Mr. Robot! I wrote this with a black woman in mind but all are welcome to read, Don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open! ❤️🫡

WC: 4,641k.

Warnings: dirty talk, cursing, mention of violence, seduction, mention of murder, consensual for both parties, steamy make-out session, fingering(fem receiving), use of AAVE, reader embodying Elliot Alderson, praise, mental health, reader being stressed out, paranoia, anxious reader, PWP, love-smitten Leon, mention of masturbation, jealous!Leon, smut, voice kink, (if you squint), slight masochist reader.

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@yassbishimvintage

@nahimjustfeelingit-writes @nayaesworld @ovohanna24

@novahreign @writingsbytee @avoidthings @kimuzostar @slippinninque @keyera-jackson @theblacklewinsky

@euphorichappiness10 @life-in-the-slut-house @caashmoneynae @siqueth @miguelspvssy @liatreads @kaylaahisthebestest- @uniqueoutlierblog @dxddyken

@mind-somewhere-else

@kindofaintrovert

@lady-olive-oil @23jammy @musicisme333 @saturnville @enchantedillumination @mogul93 @theereina @uzumaki-rebellion @blyffe @hotmessexpress94 @fakxmbj @kumkaniudaku @ranikyani @mama-2001

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The biting chill of the winter air pressed against the windowpanes of your cozy apartment, sending a shudder through the old building. Each creak and groan echoed like a warning bell, a reminder of the impending winter that loomed over the city.

You instinctively pulled the soft, woolen pink blanket tighter around your shoulders, seeking solace from the draft.

The glow of your computer screen illuminated your face as you scrolled through lines of code, your mind racing by a second to second.

You had been meticulously planning your next move against Whiterose, the elusive enemy lurking in the shadows of your digital world.

The night still enfolds the world outside, yet your mind stirred restlessly, breaking the peaceful silence with a sudden, insistent thought that demanded your attention despite the hours of sleep you had already managed to steal.

The thought that motivated you was about taking down Whiterose, but somehow they returned to wreak havoc on everything and everyone you cared about. You couldn't allow this to happen—not to you, not to your best friend, and not to Leon.

With a soft sigh escaping your lips, you sprang up from your desk chair before turning off your computer and watching it fade to black, your socks gliding over the cool, smooth brown hardwood floors.

As you gracefully navigated your way down the dimly lit hallway. Turning left, you made your way toward the warm bathroom, the faint scent of lavender from the air freshener lingering in the air ahead.

You flipped on the light switch before entering, completed your morning routine by showering, brushing your teeth, and washing your face, while the bright orange, circular light on the ceiling shone on your brown skin.

Your brown pixie haircut framed your face, while your nose, lips, and determined brown eyes gleamed on that anticipated day.

It was a good thing you didn't have to worry about your hair since it was in a protective style, thankfully your aunt was a hairstylist. Free of worry, and free of charge was her motto and yours as well.

After that, you pulled on your familiar oversized black sweater and jacket, its fabric soft and worn from countless outings, enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort.

The jacket draped loosely over your frame, the sleekness of your black sweatpants, which pooled around your legs like shadows. Your matching black shoes, polished yet understated, each step soundless against the ground.

However, you couldn't shake the annoyance that crept in whenever someone tried to disrupt that harmony.

As a final touch, you settled a snug beanie over your head, its warmth reassuring against the chilly air, shielding your ears from the cold.

It was one of the many days you spent with Leon, you couldn't wait for it. You stepped out of the medium-sized bathroom with ease, and headed back to your bedroom.

Having Leon as a friend felt comforting. He was chatty as hell, and his words flowed effortlessly, while you found solace in simply listening, responding with soft hums and nods. He could go on and on about literature and television.

With him, your social anxiety seemed to fade into the background, allowing you to feel momentarily at ease in a world that often felt overwhelming.

Today, you planned to visit Leon at his home to discuss your upcoming plans on taking down Whiterose. The anticipation buzzed in your mind as you thought about finally seeing where he lived, a place you had never laid eyes on before.

Curiosity tugged at you; you wanted to know more about the space that Leon inhabited. He had mentioned that his house was situated near a location you had purposely kept to yourself.

Did the Darkarmy mention that particular detail to him? The thought lingered uneasily in your mind.

You brushed it off rather too quickly, and preoccupied your mind with something else. Walking out of your safest sanctuary known as the bedroom, heading for the front door, and unlock it by using a key giving a swift twist. Heading out into the chaotic world of danger, thieves, and liars.

He had saved you more times than you could count, stepping in with unwavering courage when danger lurked just around the corner.

Leon was not just a friend; he was a valuable asset to you, he used work for the Dark Army and skilled enough to handle any weapon that crossed his path. But now, he was a freelance agent.

You two had been friends for what felt like a lifetime, but there was something deeper simmering beneath the surface, something that both excited and terrified you.

His unpredictability was both a comfort and a risk, and you had learned to trust his instincts as much as your own. He was a force to be reckoned with.

From the harrowing nights when menacing figures tried to kidnap you, to those moments when he intervened at just the right time to protect you from various threats, you always felt a mix of gratitude and admiration for him.

You had a tendency to overthink everything, conjuring up detailed scenarios in your head that often skewed toward the dramatic. It wasn't hard to do, especially considering all the close calls you had faced together.

You maintained a steady, smooth pace as you maneuvered through the bustling crowd, with the city's lively energy pulsing around you.

The noise that filled the streets quickly faded into an unexpected silence when you took a sharp left onto a narrow sidewalk, leading you into a gate to a shadowy path and no one followed behind you. The sign said “Don't enter, danger”

As you entered a dimly lit tunnel of concrete, a weathered green gate groaned softly, its hinges refusing as you pushed it open.

Bursting through the gate, you stepped onto the sidewalk and approached a quaint cul-de-sac, where rows of charming houses stood shoulder to shoulder.

Leon’s house was the light green one in the middle of the other houses. You could almost spot the television rays filtering on the curtains, which was too easy.

The street was bathed in the warm glow of orange streetlights that flickered like soft fireflies against the inviting dusk.

Each house was adorned with four neatly arranged windows and light greens, bright reds and oranges, their facades simple yet inviting, and the towering trees stood sentinel in the back.

It looked as if the trees were protecting them from whatever was out there, as some would say that Mother Nature was on their side.

The lawns were meticulously tended, the grass trimmed short and free of any debris, enhancing the serenity, this looked like seemingly ordinary neighborhood.

It also had the kind of charm that felt both nostalgic and safe, as you approached Leon’s house, a wave of excitement bubbled within you.

But still, you couldn't shake the feeling that your relationship with Leon was on the verge of shifting.

The stakes were high, and there was no telling how this mission would change the dynamics between you.

Leon was likely already inside, probably watching something on TV, a grin plastered on his face as he lost himself in his favorite shows.

You knocked on the door, the rhythm of your heartbeat syncing with the theme song that played on his television and spilled out into the night.

Seconds later, the door swung open almost immediately, revealing Leon with that signature smile.

He sported a simple black tee shirt, a camouflage jacket with and matching pants pooled around his legs, his locs in two-strand twists swayed gracefully with a navy blue bandana atop his head, the jewelry in his hair glistened prettily. Two earrings in his ears shone brightly from the glow of the television screen. His socks on his feet and shoes rested beside the door.

You quickly kicked off your shoes, then placed them beside Leon’s shoes, your sock-clad feet made contact with the cool, brown hardwood floors.

His face lit up when he saw you, a wide grin breaking across his attractive face with his dark brown eyes on youZ

“What’s up Y/N? Glad you made it to my crib, make yourself right at home,” he exclaimed, his voice rich with joy from seeing you.

You felt the corner of your mouth curl up in a smile, and stepped right in, “Hi Leon, Thanks,” you replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

His house was a reflection of himself, the walls painted in chocolate brown were adorned with posters of classic movies and shows, and the few remnants of night binge-watching sessions littered across the polished brown coffee table.

The decor of his house, reminded you of green mint chocolate bars, a blend of it all made you smile. Simple but not too much color in one space.

He flipped the light switch, casting an orange glow to the spacious yet tidy living room, the light sprawled out in the cozy ambiance, and your eyes resumed roaming the place, it was your first time here after all. Maybe you could live in this neighborhood with him, hidden from the city and in this quiet place.

The flat screen television rested on the black dresser, steady in place, showing off a TV show called The Wire.

“I've been binge-watchin’ The Wire and I'm four seasons in but I gotta say, that show is a masterpiece, This one character, Omar is a good villain, everyone starts runnin’ like hell whenever he’s around,” Leon trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.

You did the usual head nod and soft humming routine until your stomach growled in middle of him talking, you liked to hear him speak, the way his Brooklyn accent left from his speech, the way his plump lips curled up into a smirk made those feelings come right back to you, it was only a crush though.

“I need to tell you something important, Leon,” You brought up, ripping the band-aid rather too quickly, hating that impulsive decision making side of yours.

He leaned back, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, raising an eyebrow. “I'm all ears, you know I'm down to help my girl out however I can.”

His words sent a tingle through you, feeling the heat crept up on your cheeks. The way he said “my girl” felt like more than friendship, that unwavering loyalty he had for you made you grateful to keep him around.

He paused, his eyes locking with yours that made your heart race, “You hungry? My mom whipped up some bomb-ass food in the kitchen last night,”

You laughed softly, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you then rubbed your stomach in circles, “Yeah, I could definitely eat,” you replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

You didn't want to dive into the heavy stuff just yet—there would be a time for that later.

Leon leads you to the kitchen, where the scent of beef pot roast, roasted vegetables, and dirty rice, he had the table set with a casual flair, and mismatched plates. Both of you took the seat across from each other.

“Here you go, sit down and eat,” he said, a proud grin on his face as he passed you a plate of food.

“Got some drinks in the fridge, help yourself,” he replied, gesturing toward the kitchen as he plopped down on the safe green couch.

“Thanks, Leon,” you called over your shoulder, opening it and grabbing a water bottle before twisting the cap, and taking a sip. Closing the fridge quickly.

As you dug into the delicious meal, you heard the man ramble endlessly about the characters from The Wire, such as Marlo, Wee-Bey, Avon, and a few of the detectives. Leon expressed that the show deserved an award, talking about how unfair it was that the show didn't have one.

After finishing the meal and he washed the dishes, you both migrated to the couch, settling back into the plush cushions with him. Leon flipped through the channels aimlessly, but his attention quickly drifted back to you.

Leaning a bit closer, his gaze searching your gaze, he couldn't read your mind but he knew that you had something to say, he’s so damn observant. That almost scared you.

“You good, Y/N? You seem kinda distant,” he asked, his tone laced with concern.

You hesitated, biting your lip as you felt the tension rising, “Just…a lot on my mind, you know?” you trailed off, shrugging your

“Yeah? Wanna talk about it?” His voice was low, and inviting, but you your head, felt a rush of boldness through your being.

“Not yet, I want to feel something with you,” you said, your voice sultry as you leaned closer to him.

Leon’s breath hitched, and you could see the flicker of desire in his eyes. “What’chu want, then?” he asked.

“Touch me,” you blurted, your heart racing as you closed the distance between you two.

Your hand softly glided up his arm, the gentle material of his jacket obscuring your tender touch, yet Leon could still sense it; your gazes intertwined with fervor, and your fingers caressed his arm once more, this time with deliberate slowness and meaning.

Until Mr. Robot spoke up in the depths of your mind, “Are you seriously wasting your time right now? You have a mission to do, take down Whiterose! Go!”

Your hand desperately gripped and pulled on the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer as he caught on to the hint quickly, crashing his lips against yours, your mouth parted to moan, inviting him in before kissing him back again. Your tongue gliding across his upper lip, motivating his tongue to match with your pace.

You felt his fingers slide under the hem of your oversized sweater, his hand rubbing the small of your back, the softness of your brown skin made him groan in response, tasting the chocolate mint candy and lip gloss on you, “Damn, girl,”

But this time you ignored the voice of your father that haunted you for what seemed like years but you when you got closer to your knight in stylish attire, that voice went silent. Finally.

His hands glide back to your waist, pulling you close as he deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue and eliciting soft moans from you while pulling at his bottom lip using yours.

Suddenly, Leon pulls away, leaving you whining from the loss of his warm lips, and you gasp as he sucked your pulse point on your neck with a fervent intensity, sinking his teeth in your skin like a vampire.

Trailing kisses along your neck, Marking you as his girl, leaving a trail of tiny purple hickeys on you.

“You sure about this?” He asked again in concern, pulling away from your lip.

You nodded, craving his touch. “Yes, I'm sure, I want this,” you replied back, giving him a small smile.

With that, he lifted you slightly on his lap. your hands gripped his shoulders from feeling the heat radiating off him, His hands slid over your sweatpants, gripping your ass with a possessiveness that the heat crept into your cheeks.

Your bodies molding together perfectly as you straddled him, the strength in his arms as he held you tight, and it only spurred you on. He groaned in response until he kept his eyes on you.

He lifted you slightly, adjusting his position as his lips smashed into yours, his hand sliding past the waistband of your sweatpants as he gently tugged on them, “Take this off for me, baby,” he coaxed, gently lifting your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Mhmm,” you hummed as you hands gently pulled down your sweatpants, your socks rolled off, and his fingers locked with your panties, pulling them off and watching a chain of your wetness separate from them.

His fingers found their way to your thighs, brushing against your folds, “So fuckin’ wet for me huh?” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. He withdrew his fingers from your pussy, and licked them clean before sliding them back in.

You only nodded too quickly, feeling the soft warmth of his fingers inside, your back arching instinctively toward him. “You taste better than I imagined,” he panted, rubbing your breasts in a steady motion while you looked into his eyes.

Your mind reeled back to what he said, Leon definitely imagined this just as you did. The fantasies in his mind weren't close enough to this very moment, it was even better.

Thinking of you in various positions, saying his name repeatedly like a mantra, so wildly instead of a greeting. Your faces spurred him on and on, pushing him to give you more as you slipped your sweater off, his other hand massaged your breast in a swift motion and his mouth wrapped around your nipple, the other, You felt so filled up yet you needed more, but this will suffice, you kept your breathing steady.

Leon pumping his fingers in and out of you, your wetness pooling on the couch, wetting up in his palm, “You've been waiting for this? This is what you wanted?” he smirked, kissing along your collarbone.

“Yess..I wanted this so bad…” A moan escaped your lips, as you rolled your hips against his fingers. Your slick walls tightened around him, a multitude of waves washed over you immediately, bear-hugging him once you saw stars sparkling before you.

“Oh, you did? and you feel amazing,” he encouraged, his voice low yet a bit raspy. His thumb circling your clit as he watched your reactions closely, curling up his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion inside, making it difficult to keep your composure.

“Fuck, yes!” you breathed, the pleasure building with each stroke of his fingers, you were feeling the world fade away around you, the paranoia, the pain, and the problems. It felt so good to forget everything and not to worry about anything for a while, that was Leon for you. Your escape, your solace in an empty, cold place.

Leon observed how your pussy eagerly sucked his fingers back in when he nearly withdrew them, but he held off on teasing you for the moment. “If only you could see yourself, makin’ those pretty faces, sayin’ my name like this?” Leon teased with a smirk, enjoying every moment.

You were already bottoming out by the sensation you had long desired. You drew him closer for a passionate and untamed kiss while pressing your hips down even more. “Ah..shit! Leon! Fuckk! I..need!” you cried out in desperation, you quickly grabbed his wrist that was still around your throat.

The pleasure coursed through your body over and over again, unable to keep himself quiet, moaning quietly. “Need what? Speak the fuck up, baby,” he growled with a deepened tone, His hand adorned with gold rings gently gripped your throat, momentarily constricting your airflow, eliciting a soft harsh gasp from you.

“I need more…” you babbled with a slut like moan, your face twisted with pleasure, as you arched your head back, your mouth hung open and left breathless once his thumb flattened on your swollen, throbbing wet clit. He did what you requested, drilling his fingers into you relentlessly.

“You’ve been playin’ with your pussy? Hm? Who’s been on that nasty mind of yours?” Leon chuckled darkly, picking up the pace, as he watched your legs shake weakly and your hands gripped his jacket tightly.

Your mind blurs from the pleasure into nothingness, going completely blank. Leon applied more pressure on your neck, you screamed in pleasure at the pain he was giving you, and he showed off a sadistic smirk, taking in your half-lidded eyes, feral moans and his name in between all of it.

It was too embarrassing to mention, Your crush was right there in front of you. You only moaned wildly as his fingers curled up again just to torture you further, relishing this, and he spanked you ass roughly in response. Bringing your face closely to his, his nose nuzzling against yours lovingly.

So this is what love felt like that? That burning heat scorching through your veins, that soft warmth feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach, you didn't want to let go of this feeling. It was too precious and sacred to let go so fast, you had Leon.

You etched that in your brain, as if it played like a cinema.

“I said, who’s been on your mind? Someone else? Answer me,” he recited in a possessive tone, you whined softly but your nails scratched onto his skin, you wanted people to know that he was all yours.

“Y-you! Shit…it’s only you Leon! I promise!” You screamed, the sound of his name a prayer on your lips. He wanted to be the one to answer that prayer, that call and give what you asked of him.

You were on the verge, hovering near the boundary you had crossed with him, and you noticed the intensity in Leon's gaze filled with passion, affection, and desire.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the words wrapped around you and gave you butterflies. His fingers worked with precision and just when you thought you might burst from pleasure.

Leon leaned in closer, his lips biting on your ear, brushing against it before pulling back to look into your half-lidded eyes. His teeth dug into his lips, stifling a moan from giving you so much pleasure. He loved it, relished in it.

“Because I can't stand the thought of anyone else havin’ you, you’re mine, and I’ll do anythin’ to protect what’s mine, ours." He promised to you, feeling that sensation again but you could hardly breathe.

He dominated the moment and ensured you experienced pleasure like never before. It surpassed mere goodness; it was extraordinary.

“Leon…I’m…I’m gonna—-” You groaned, the words barely left your mouth before he silenced you with a kiss, deep and passionate, as if he was trying to consume you whole.

“You can cum, baby, I got you,” he breathed against your mouth, and that was all it took. That voice of his was dangerous, it turned you on deeply, making you moan again.

Your climax tore through your entire body, the knot tightening ready to unlace, but Leon drilled his fingers into you roughly and stood still, making you drool on his neck and your body twitching against him from overstimulation.

Your essence spilled out onto his fingers, pouring on his palm, making his rings glisten underneath the light. You screamed out loudly, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. Your hand gripping his shoulders tight as you rode out his fingers in pure bliss.

His hand released your neck quickly and looked to see if he left anything, but there were only purple hickeys. He withdrew his fingers from you, He smirked at you and planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, pressing his against yours. It felt nice, felt right with him.

“You’re so good to me…Leon” you whispered to him, peppering sloppy kisses onto his soft lips as he kissed you back each time.

“Always, my beautiful girl,”

As your body came down from your high, you found yourself collapsing against him, spent and breathless. Leon’s arms wrapped you, holding you close as you tried to catch your breath.

“You good?” he asked softly, his voice laced with concren.

You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your face, “Yeah, I'm good,”

Leon sat up from the couch and made a left turn toward the closet, opening it and walked into the bathroom to wet the washcloth, he came back and crouched down in front of you wiping the mess between your legs, you twitched and hissed from the sudden touch, he looked up at you with concern.

“My bad, baby,” He said to you, his eyes flickering toward to him.

Oh right, you'd almost forgotten to talk about what you came over here for.

“T-there’s something I need to talk to you about, but i need to take a shower first,”

The rise and fall of your chest filled the room once you finally gathered your thoughts but you asked him if it was okay if you could take a shower, he said yes with a nod.

You made a left and headed for the bathroom, picking up your clothes, taking a shower and Leon cleaned up the mess on the couch. Heading back to the living room where he was still sitting on the couch. You drank some water and pulled out your laptop.

“I'm back, okay so here's my plan," You declared with confidence, walking back to the living room with same clothes you camw

“I'm all ears, baby girl,”

You grinned like a Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland once you heard those spoken by him, Leon was putty in your hands. He was all yours and you refused to let go of him.

“I need your help with Whiterose, and I want to make sure that we’re on the same page and not distracted,” You replied to him with confidence.

“A’ight, I got you,” Leon replied back, nodding. His expression shifted to one of seriousness.

As you both settled down at the small dining table, you settled your laptop on it. The laptop brings a sense of clarity to your anxious thoughts.

You started outlining your plan, and the screen reflected your strategy, the number of options and a way out for both of you to be alive.

Leon leaned in, his eyes scanning the screen with interest as you explained your ideas, the way you wanted to infiltrate Whiterose’s operations.

“That’s great, but we gotta be smart about this, we both know they don't play fair. You think that we can play it off without gettin’ caught?” He asked, feeling a sense of belonging.

“We have to, I can't let anyone else I care about getting hurt, not again.” You shot back with a resolution, nodding.

Leon reached across the table, his hand covering yours, grounding you.

“I promise to be your loyal knight, to every end. It’s us versus them, we‘ll get through this like we always do baby,” Leon promised to you, his lips curled up into a smirk. Giving you peace and soothing your thoughts.

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