#Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader

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gfg Pt. 1

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Maya Smith) x Daveed Diggs Rating: M 18+ MINORS DNI strong language, drug usage, SMUT unprotected sex, public sex, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, voyeurism, exhibitionism, double penetration, edging, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, daddy kink, sir kink, oral m/f receiving, dom/sub. FILTH Summary: Rafael and Reader invite Daveed to their bedroom Word Count: 1.8K Requested: YES! From this Anon ask, y’all this was literally the first request when I opened my asks again. At first, I was like

Then I was like

Maya sat in the green room scrolling on her phone, the clippng concert had just ended, and she managed to escape backstage to wait for her boyfriend of five years. Maya was deliberate in picking what she chose to wear tonight and she received the exact reaction she was hoping for. Maya wore this out specifically for Rafael. She decided against standing near the front of the crowd, as that would be too obvious, so she opted to stand in the middle, center stage right in Rafael’s eyesight when he would be on stage with Daveed.

She could still recall the moment when his eyes met hers during the concert and the look he gave her when he saw what she was wearing. It sent shivers throughout her body, she bit her lip in anticipation of their plans tonight. She could feel the arousal between her thighs the whole concert. The door opened and Maya looked up from her spot hoping to see Rafael but it was Daveed. He was still sweaty, and shirtless, from the concert.

“You always manage to lose your shirt during a concert Diggs.” Maya teased a smirk on her face. Maya and Daveed always participated in playful flirting when they were around each other, ever since Rafa introduced the two of them, it was harmless…well at least on Daveed’s end.

“It’s only for you,” he winked, “and I know you not talkin’.” He said about what she was wearing.

“Was I too distracting?” Maya questioned, crossing her legs, showing off more of her thighs to Daveed. Daveed laughed nervously,

“Yeah, the lights kept shining off your big ass forehead,” Daveed deflected. Maya had to bring out the big guns, she got up and walked past Daveed, not without brushing her ass against him.

“Sorry, D.” She said obliviously as she bent down to grab a water bottle from the mini-fridge.

“Damn,” Daveed exclaimed eyeing Maya’s body.

“Like what you see Diggs? You know, I didn’t only wear this outfit for Rafa.” Maya slowly approached the man until their faces were inches from each other. Daveed cursed under his breath.

“You okay there, Daveed?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,”

“You sure?” She stepped even closer to him, her breasts pushing up against his hard chest. Daveed held back a groan, he wanted to pinch himself because he had to be dreaming. Even if he was, he didn’t want to wake up. Maya didn’t give him a chance to respond before she wrapped her hands around his neck, her lips dangerously close to his.

“What you doin’ Maya?”

“I don’t know,” she responded feigning innocence “What do you want me to do?” The door opened to reveal Rafa. Daveed had practically jumped away from Maya, Rafa had a dark glint in his eyes.

“Keeping my lady company Diggs?” Rafa walked into the room and stood beside her. She didn’t miss the subtle squeeze on her side.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, um I’m gonna talk to Bill real quick,” Daveed said absentmindedly leaving the green room quickly. Once he was gone Rafa turned his gaze to Maya

“What?”

“You know what, so?”

“Oh, he’s definitely down, let’s shoot for next week, my birthday.” Maya grinned “He probably would’ve fucked me if you didn’t come in.”

“Oh really?” Rafa grabbed Maya’s hand and led her back to the sofa. He sat down and she instantly straddled him

“Mhmm, I was hoping he would, I wanted him to bend me over the sofa and fuck me so bad, I just know his dick is big,” Maya whispered into Rafa’s ear, purposefully trying to get under his skin. You gasped when Rafa roughly grabbed your hair

“What are you trying to do Maya?” Rafa asked his lips ghosting over yours, you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face.

“Should’ve known you’d enjoy this too much,” Rafa said rubbing his thumb over your lips, you obediently opened your mouth and he pushed his thumb in. You moaned around the digit, your eyes never leaving Rafa’s. You ground your hips down, moaning wantonly, feeling Rafa’s hard dick through his sweatpants. Rafa removed his thumb from your mouth. Rafa leaned back on the couch, his arms spread out. Rafa gave you a look and you knew what he wanted. You unbuttoned your shorts and lifted your body before flinging them off. Rafa attacked your mouth not giving you a chance to react to the passionate kiss. It didn’t take long for Rafa’s hands to travel down until he dipped his hands into your fishnet tights, he smiled into the kiss when he discovered you weren’t wearing any panties. You hungrily looked at your boyfriend before you were suddenly turned over and laying across his lap.

“This is not what I told you to wear,” Rafa said darkly as he ripped your tights.

“I’m sorry sir, the dress couldn’t fit.”

“Cause of all that ass,” He said kneading Maya's ass, making her moan aloud

“You better keep it down before someone hears you. Unless that’s what you want. You want someone to come in here and see how much of a slut you really are? You got everyone fooled that you’re so innocent but you know what you are deep down. You still need a punishment one, for not wearing the dress, and two, for trying to make me mad. How many do you think?”

“Five, sir.” Rafa hummed,

“Shouldn’t even call this a punishment, you love this don’t you?”

“I love whatever punishment you give me sir,”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Green.”

“Hmm, count and if you mess up I’ll start over.”

“Yes sir—aaahh!” Rafa's hand came down on her ass…hard

“One,”

“Mmm, Two!” Maya almost screamed when she felt Rafa’s finger rubbing gentle circles on her clit and then roughly pinching it. She didn’t have a chance to react, Rafa landed two hard slaps.

“Three! Four!” Maya said into Rafa’s thigh.

“One more baby, you’re doing so good.” Maya could only moan in response, she had been on edge since she left their place. Rafa delivered one last slap.

“Five!” Rafa picked Maya up so that her back was against his chest, her legs spread open. She gasped loudly when Rafa sunk three fingers into her, instantly finding the spot that made her eyes roll to the back of her head. Maya should’ve kept her mouth shut, but who would she be if didn’t push the envelope a bit?

“Mmm, Daveed,” She moaned Rafa landed a slap on her clit, he covered Maya’s mouth when she cried out

“You really wanna piss me off?” He said into the crook of her neck.

“No, sir.” She breathed.

“I think you do, you’re being bad Maya, and bad girls don’t get to come.” Rafa pulled his fingers out and placed them in front of Maya she obediently opened her mouth and took the digits into her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself. Three heavy knocks made the couple pause in their moment.

“Yo Raf! Diggs said you're needed at the meet and greet.”

“Looks, like we’re gonna have to do this the fast way.” Maya got off her boyfriend’s lap and instantly sunk to her knees.

“Raf?!”

“Give me five minutes!”

Maya eagerly undid Rafa’s jeans and pulled out his hard dick. Maya swallows him, taking him as far as she could. She put her hands behind her back and let Rafa fuck her mouth. He placed his hands on the back of her head and thrust his hips up, making her gag around his dick. It didn’t long take for Rafa to come, Maya swallowing all that he gave. Maya smiled wickedly at Rafa licking her lips.

“I love you so much, you did so good baby. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“Mm, I love you too and you were perfect.”

“Wait for me here? I’ll be right back.” Rafael hurriedly pulled up his jeans and rushed out of the room. Luckily for Maya, there was a bathroom in the green room. By the time she was done freshening up Rafael had returned.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah, can we get ramen?”

“Of course, we can get it to-go, head home and take a bath together.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Next Week

Rafael and Daveed were sitting on the couch not even remembering why they were laughing so hard. Rafael hosted a kickback for Maya’s birthday. By now everyone had left, and it was just the three of them, which was the perfect time to spark up. Maya sat on the other side her legs sprawled over Rafa. Maya smiled slyly when a wicked idea came to mind, she grabbed Rafa’s face pulling him close to hers, and did a shotgun; making sure to exchange eye contact with Daveed the entire time who shifted uncomfortably on his side of the sofa.

“So I’m gonna head out.”

“Are you sure? We were gonna play a game,” Maya pouted

“Nah, I’m a little faded.”

“All the more reason you shouldn’t leave.” Maya crawled over to Daveed’s side of the sofa. Daveed frowned, why the hell wasn’t Rafa saying anything, Daveed visibly gulped when Maya straddled him.

“Your mouth says you want to leave, but something else is telling me differently.”

“Rafa, what the fuck?!”

“Stay…Daveed, I want you to…for me. I’ll say please,” Maya leaned in close by his ear “and other things.” She whispered, Daveed chuckled nervously

“Raf!”

“Maya and I have been talking and we want to do this with you. If you want.” Daveed would be lying if he didn’t say he thought it about…plenty of times…late at night…last night. He never acted on it because he didn’t want to jeopardize his friendship with Rafa and his relationship with Maya.

“No strings attached?”

“We can make this a regular thing if you want,” Maya offered eagerly.

“You better give her an answer soon, Diggs.” Rafael teased as he handed Daveed the blunt. Daveed took a large inhale, fuck it.

“Can I be a good girl for you, Daddy?” Maya asked as she began to slowly grind against Daveed,

“Fuck, I think I should be asking you that,” Daveed hands went to Maya’s waist to control her movements

“Are you gonna be a good girl for both of us?”

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Very Merry

​​Pairing: Rafael Casal x Ofc Holly Woods

Summary: Rafa calls you to wish you a merry Christmas. It is Very Merry Indeed.

1Kinktober Kink: Voice Kink/ Phone Sex

Word Count 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, mutual pining, innuendo, explicit talk, explicit pics, mutual masturbation, Daddy kink if you squint, attempted orgasm denial, oh one sex. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

For more context read the Holly Rafa fics here.

A/N: I know this is a Christmas fic, but it fit right in with 1Kinktober, and I wanted to bring these two back. Thanks to @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs for the ask and the picture above . This is for the 7th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! One week! TYSM for following me! 🧡

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

You up?

You looked at the time, it was 7 am. 5 o’clock LA Time.

What a cliche Rafa, lmao. Yea, you know my body gets me up at 5 in the morning.

I know.

You paused and smiled. He was very observant..

Question is, why are YOU up?

You now I was up all night in the studio….

With D.

He’s passed out on the couch, right?

You know whattup, lol.

Anyway. I thot I’d wish you a Merry Christmas.

You were rolling laughing at his spelling, but quiet so as not to wake your mother.

Merry Christmas. I thought you were trying to sext me or sum...

Holly! I’m surprised at you! the holiday is pure and baby Jesus would not want you to…

You stared at your screen waiting to see the rest of the text when your phone rang.

Then you stared at the notification that Rafa was calling you. At least he wasn’t facetiming you. You pressed accept.

“Yo. What up?”

Shit. Rafael’s voice was a crackly, moany, early morning sexy rasp that you didn’t know you needed in your life. You’d had the pleasure of Rafael Casal, but you’d never woken up with him. You loved his speaking voice, his rapping tone, and his singing voice, but early morning voice was a gift from the devil.

You tried to maintain decorum.

“Hey. Nothing up but me and the birds.”

You chuckled and Rafa had to shift, because your voice was making his dick thicken. Your deeper, sleepy tone gave him visions of you in bed and that’s where he wanted to be right now.

“I’m about to go run.”

“Hmmmmm. So, did you buy new running gear, or are you going to wear something you already have?”

You let out a chuckle, and the visions of your sexy smile was getting Rafa even harder. Damn, what has happening to him?

“Ummm. In fact, I got some new gear. Leopard print performance leggings and a new black running bra. It’s pretty warm here. 60’s. You know. The south.”

Houston weather was seldom cold.

Visions of you in leopard ran through his mind. He didn’t love that everyone wore it, but thinking of you in it had him hot.

“Oooohhh. Leopard. Check. Cool cool cool.” Rafa was rubbing the bulge in his sweats.

“Why are you asking? Didn’t know you were so concerned with fashion.”

“Don’t I always look fly? Of course I care about fashion. And fit. And those leggings be fitting you girl.”

You two laughed at his rap game.

“So, If you think about it… either when you put on your gear, or when you’re running.. Or after when you’re all sweaty, or all of the above, you can snap a pic and send it to me. So I can check out your fly, of course.”

For some reason, listening to Rafa try to convince you to send him a pic got you warm. He was being so basic, but you were under his spell.

“Mmmmmmmhmmmm. For research.”

The smile was evident in your voice.

“Yes. Visual researchhhhhh.”

Rafa’s drawl became more pronounced as he pulled up your IG and the pics you posted. Damn, you were hot.

“Hmmmmmm.” You shifted on your back and stared at your phone. “Well, what about you? What is your fly this morning.

“You know how I do. Comme des Garcons or Nike grey sweat pants, all the same to me.”

Rafa in grey sweatpants was dangerous. The last time he wore them was when he came over and asked you to sit on his face. You’d happily obliged.

“Well, you can also send pictures as well, Mr. Casal. What up?”

Rafa chuckled and you heard movement “Of course. I got you, friend.”

In less than two minutes, your phone pinged. You opened the pic and had to clutch your pearls. It was a crotch pic and Mr. Rafael was very awake in at least one part of his body.

“Well, damn, Rafa. You just went for it, didn’t you? But… thank you. I may utilize that later.”

You wanted more but not facetiming and just listening to his voice was everything.

“Oh?” You heard more rustling. “How so?”

You moved your hand over to your breast unconsciously as you listened to his silky smooth voice.

“I dunno. Maybe stare at that package that I’ve had the pleasure to experience to gain while I’m gaining more pleasure. Didn’t bring my toys, but I have my hands.”

“Fuck, Holly. Well, I’m using my hands, but there is nothing like your little pretty brown hands on my dick. You stroke me so welllll. Fuck.”

Okay, now it was time for you to slip your hand into your panties.

“Rafael Santiago. Are you telling me that you are jacking off? Pics or it didn’t happen.”

Your fingers played in your slit and gathered the considerable wetness and used it to circle your clit.

Rafa listened to you huff and faintly moan and started stroking a little faster. He held his dick up, snapped a pic, and sent it to you, not caring about anything but this feeling right now. You got him so high.

“Damn girl. Got me exposing myself all over the cloud and shit.”

When you opened the picture, you couldn’t help but moan and lick your lips.

“Fuck, fuck me Rafa. That looks so good. I wanna do so many things to you right now.”

“Oh yeah? Where are your hands?”

Shit the gravel in his voice was getting to you. His voice and your imagination, along with these pics were everything.

For him, the way you paused and huffed told him everything he needed to know. Still he asked.

“Where the fuck are your hands at right now, Holly? What are you doing to yourself little girl?”

“Fuck, D-damn Rafa....”

You almost called him Daddy. Shit, would that would be hot.

Rafa stroked his hand up and down his dick, swiping his thumb over the head and collecting the precum that was dribbling out. It kept coming as he listened to your moans and huffs.

“Shit Holly, you gotta know what you’re dong to me. You touching yourself, rubbing your clit?”

You moaned, “Yes,” because as he kept talking, you got closer.

“I wish I was there to do it for you. I’d kiss it, and rub it, and love it, and suck it and bite it.”

“Gotdamn…”

You were outright panting now, the visuals that Rafa’s rhythmic speech was giving was getting you off. Then he groaned.

“Twist those beautiful, delicious nipples for me. I just want the chance to suck them again….”

Your hand moved to obey. You moaned again.

“After I eat you thoroughly the fuck out,” You moaned as Rafa paused for effect. Ever the showman. “And you cum at least once, I will give you this dick.”

“Oh shit.. Rafaaaa!”

“I’m gonna slide it in reallllll slow. I hope you’ll let me give it to you again raw.” You whimpered at the memory. “That was soooo dopeee.”

Rafa’s croon in your ear started the avalanche.

“When I get all up in them guts, I’m gonna bend you in half, like a pretzel, and fuck the shit outta you.”

“Oooooohhhhh!”

Your hand was moving furiously now.

“I like that ushy gushy shit, girl. I’m gonna dig you out so good. You circling that clit fast now? Not as fast and as hard as I’m gonna fuck you next time you let me.”

You were whimpering and moaning and Rafa knew you were close.

“You better not cum until I tell you.”

“Rafa!”

You were on the edge of a great precipice. This man was doing it for you.

“You better…. FUCKING… not!”

Rafa’s tone changed to pure dom and you couldn’t hold it, you made a mess in your childhood bed as your back bowed and your vision went red and your hearing roared.

You moaned like a freight train and tried to keep quiet by dropping your phone and clapping your hand over your mouth.

It took you a few minutes to catch your breath, but you did an grabbed the phone again.

“What happened Holly? Cat get your tongue?”

Rafa sounded different now, more relaxed but awake and veerrrrry congenial.

“You made me drop my phone. Fucker.”

You laughed, still trying to breathe.

Rafa was glad that you probably didn’t hear him moaning like a little bitch. This friends with benefits situation had him sprung. And he didn’t want to lose you because of feelings. He felt euphoric, but fucked.

“Oh, you mean when you came. After I told you not to. Cool. Well, don’t worry about it Holly, it’s Christmas.”

You smiled, relieved. “Yes. And on Christmas you get to cum.”

Rafa laughed. “And on Christmas you get to cum.”

Suddenly, he stopped laughing.

“But just wait until I get your ass alone.” Dom Rafa was back.

Your eyes widened as you considered the possibilities.

“Merry Christmas, Rafa.”

“And a Very Merry Christmas to you, Holly!”

Yoooo! I love me some Holly and Rafa. It was so much fun writing them again! Let me know if you liked it as much as I did.

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America's Ass

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Lena Ellis)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI smut (spanking, exhibitionism, oral f/m receiving, public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex) daddy kink, Dom!Rafa, dirty talk, strong language throughout. This is filthy y’all, maybe my filthiest yet.

Summary: Rafael takes Lena to an iPic theater to see the Avenger’s Endgame premiere

Word Count: 2.7K

AN: This is for @ramp-it-up DJ’s I Love You 3000 Writing Challenge. Congratulations again love! Also, thank you for contributing to the fandoms and adding space for Black Readers to have a seat at the table. I figured I’d combine both fandoms, I hope you enjoy!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

2019

Lena sighed loudly as she plopped down onto the bed. Looks like she’s going to sleep alone…again…for the third night…this week. She knew Rafa was busy filming that movie for HBO but she feels like he never sees him anymore. She understands, she really does, with her having a demanding job, but it’s just that when she finally has free time, he’s busy and when he’s not working on anything usually she’s back at work. Just then the front door opened and she could hear Mia excitedly greet her boyfriend. She grabbed her wine glass, she had already had a few and with her irritation rising like vomit, she didn’t want to say anything to start an argument.

“Hey Mia, hey girl, where’s Lena?”

“Back here!” She called out, Rafa entered the bedroom with an apologetic smile on his face and takeout from her favorite carry-out.

“Hey, Lean,” He greeted he tried to kiss her but she moved her head back.  “Babe, I’m sorry, I know I’m late, I brought your favorite,”

“That’s nice.” She said dismissively as she scrolled down her social media

“I know, Lean, I know. I promise once the movie comes out, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay.”

“Lena, I promise, Friday I got you.” Lena wanted to believe him, but with his growing busy schedule, last-minute meetings, and phone calls, were taking precedence over her. She understood, she knew what she was getting into when they started their relationship but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“We’ll see.” She sighed getting comfortable

“Lena, you know I don’t like being away from you.” Lena wished he would just stop talking to her. She could feel her word vomit coming on and once she got started, she didn’t want to stop.

“I don’t know, maybe there’s someone else that’s taking up your time.” Fuck. She shouldn’t have said that but the five glasses of Pinot Noir say otherwise.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“What I just said,”

“Lena, I’m so fuckin tired I don’t even have time to cheat on you even if I am, which I’m not.”

“How do I know that? We haven’t had sex in a month.” Rafa groaned in irritation, this is the last thing he wanted to do.

“Raf, the last time we had sex was after that Warrior's Game last month. I don’t want to talk about it anymore, can you put that food in the fridge before you go to bed.” With that Lena turned off the lamp on her nightstand and laid down to go to sleep.

After taking his much-needed shower, Rafa came out of the bathroom and smirked when he saw Lena who appeared to be fast asleep. He got in the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Rafa has been busy these past few weeks, he knows that he’s been coming home later and later. He’s been at the studio almost every night this week, not getting home until well after midnight. Now that he thinks of it it has been a while, that’s when an idea hit him.

Lena groaned when she felt Rafa’s hand caressing her breasts, any other time she’d leap at the chance to fuck her boyfriend, but she was still a little salty with him and slightly drunk. She shrugged him off moving over,

“Rafael, I’m trying to sleep.” She dismissed

“Lean, come on babe, I’m so hard right now.”

“Then maybe you should call that bitch you fuckin.” Lena said definitively

“Lena, for the last time I’m not fuckin anyone else!”  Rafa whispered loudly

“Good night Rafael,”

The next morning, Lena awoke to an empty bed again and an awful headache. She should be used to it by now, not the hangover, her boyfriend dashing out first thing in the morning. She checked her phone to see if Rafa texted her and he didn’t. Which was strange, usually he texts her if he’s leaving before she wakes up. Just as she was about to get out of bed, the door opened to reveal Rafael with a cup of coffee in hand and a brown paper bag from their favorite breakfast spot.

“Damn it, I was gonna surprise you.” Lena smiles softly at Rafa’s attempt to treat her to breakfast

“What’s this?” Lena asked, graciously taking the cup of coffee from his hands.

“I know I don’t deserve the best boyfriend award, but I want to make it up to you,”

“How you gonna make it up to me?” but first, I need an apology.”

“An apology?”

“Yeah an apology,” He smirked, Lena knew what he was trying to do but she was not going to give in easily

“What do I need to apologize for?”

“What you say, Lena?” Rafa asked smugly, his hand coming down hard on her ass, she bit back a moan.

“Have I ever done anything that would make you think I would ever cheat on you?” Rafa asked smacking her ass again, 

“No,” She sobbed

“Do you really think I would make love to another woman?” He spanked her twice once on each cheek, Lena guess she took too long to answer because he smacked her ass one more time.

“No,”

“You know that I fucking love you, you’re the most important person in my life.” He emphasized

“You know what you have to say so I can stop your punishment,” Rafael said from above her, kneading her sore ass.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled

“What was that, I think you may need 10 more,”

“No, I’m sorry, for accusing you. I love you too.” She said quickly

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,”  Rafa pulled her up so that she straddled his lap and pulled her into a hug.

“You did such a good job, I wasn’t too rough was I?”

“No, you were perfect,” Lena said into his neck

“Let’s take a shower and get something to eat,” Rafa suggested

After a much-needed shower, Rafa and Lean entered the kitchen ready to eat the food he ordered for them. He looked and saw a brown amazon box on the counter.

“Is that for me?” He asked motioning toward the package

“Yeah, it came yesterday I didn’t get a chance to tell you,” Lena said with a playful glint in her eye.

“Go ahead and open it, I got it for you maybe we can try it out today.”

In hindsight Rafa should’ve taken his girlfriend to see a different movie, hell they could’ve seen The Curse of La Llorona again but here they are at the fucking movie theater and Lena is fangirling over Captain fucking America and it’s pissing him off.

“Damn he so fine,” Lena muttered to herself she noticed Rafa shift uncomfortably and smirked inwardly. She knew she was walking on thin ice, but in all honesty, she wanted to see how far he would go.

“He not all that,” Rafa said earning a shush from a nearby moviegoer.  As they watched the fight scene Rafa noticed Lena rubbing her thighs together, making her leather skirt ride up, he clenched his jaw in irritation.

“I just know he got a big dick,” Lena whispered loudly knowing Rafa could hear her. Rafa leaned over, his lips ghosting over her ear. Not that anyone could hear what he was saying with the loudspeakers in the theater.

“I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, but don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Fuck, he’s just so damn sexy,” Lena said purposely ignoring Rafa. She held back the urge to laugh when he grunted in irritation. Her minor victory was short-lived when she felt a faint buzzing that made her jolt in her seat. Earning a confused look from the person beside her. Lena sent an apologetic smile before continuing to watch the movie trying to ignore the vibrations. Rafa turned the vibrator off and Lena instantly relaxed. She sent a glare at her boyfriend's face who smirked before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Lena had agreed to wear it but she didn’t think he would use it, they’ve been out practically all day, and now he decides to use it, at a movie theater in all places.

“Lean, can you hand me the popcorn?” Lena didn’t think anything of it, but she should’ve known better. When she grabbed the popcorn container, Rafa turned the vibrator on to the highest setting making Lena not only drop the popcorn but yelp out loud. In embarrassment she covered her mouth luckily something happened on screen, so no one thought anything of it.

“You okay, babe?” Rafa smirked; not trusting herself to speak, Lena only nodded

“Tsk, tsk, I need your words baby. One more time, you okay?” Lena knew he was smiling even as she kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, asshole, Lena let out a slow even breath before she answered

“I’m good.” She barely got out

“Good, what’s your favorite color?”

“Green,” Lena tried her best to not moan her answer. Lena could feel herself soaking her panties, they were absolutely ruined by this point. She moved around trying to get some friction, but she froze when Rafa's hand gripped her bare thigh.

“You’re not allowed to cum, what would people think?” Lena blushed in response and Rafa’s smiled darkly

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? To come undone in front of all these people. You want everyone to see how needy you are for it, don’t you?” Lena again nodded not trusting herself to speak

“What did I say?”

“Yes,” she breathed right she could feel her orgasm coming Rafa turned off the vibrator and stood up. Lena looked at him in confusion. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed Lena’s arm and practically dragged her out of the theater.

“Where we goin?” He didn’t answer her as he pulled her into the women’s bathroom.

“What if someone comes in here?” Lena asked with a mixture of excitement and worry but mainly excitement.

“Lean, ain’t nobody leaving that movie, it’s the fucking Avengers. What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,”

“Good girl,” Lena blushed slightly at the praise

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Rafa breathed before crashing his lips onto Lena’s. He walked them back until the back of his legs hit the sink.  Rafa’s moved to her neck, nibbling, and biting along the way. Hell-bent on leaving behind a hickey.

“Daddy can I suck your dick,” Lena whispered in his ear before gently biting it. She wasted no time sinking to her knees and unbuckling his pants.

“How can I say no, when you asked so nicely,” Lena kept eye contact as she took him into her mouth. She swallows him eagerly taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Lena gags she pulls off quickly, coughing and giggling in equal measure. Rafa almost came when Lena looked up at him, he thought she was a vision of perfection.   

“Shit, baby I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” Lena pulled back and looked up at Rafa.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Daddy” She took him all the way to her throat and let Rafa fuck her mouth.

“Baby you gotta stop,” Lena whined as she pulled off him with a pop.

“Show me that pussy,” he demanded, Lena quickly took off her panties, they were ruined anyway. She scrambled to sit on the counter and opened her legs wide for Rafa to see.

“Fuck, all this for me?”

“Yes, Daddy it’s yours,” Lena whined

Rafa groaned and without any warning, he sucked on her clit, making her cry out. Lena let her head fall back and moaned aloud. Rafa spread her lips open and began to fuck her with his tongue, tasting everything, she has to offer.

“Mhmm, baby, it feels so good.” Lena moaned not caring if anyone heard her. All at once Rafa stopped and slapped her clit

“Fuck!”

“Someone could hear you, baby, you gotta keep it down. You don’t want me to gag you?” Rafa easily slipped three fingers into Lena and started to slowly fuck her. Lena bit her lip to not make any noises. She broke when Rafa started to suck on her clit,

“Daddy, I’m cumming.” Lena screamed into her hand as her juices flowed into Rafa’s mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he never wasted a drop.  Rafa stood up and turned Lena around, so she was bent over the sink. He pressed inside her filling her up, they moaned in unison before he started to roughly fuck her from behind.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to not bend you over and fuck you in there. Show everyone who you belong to, but you would’ve loved it wouldn’t you? You like to act like you’re so innocent, but I know the real you.”

“Damn, this is America’s Ass,”

“Huh?”

“You know how in the movie they were talkin’ about Captain America and America’s Ass.”

“You really thinking about Captain America, right now?”

“I’m not thinking about him I was trying to be clever,”

“Wrong time, babe—” Lena stopped talking midsentence when Rafa started moving again, he roughly gripped her hips, taking control of the pace. Lena covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to muffle her moans. The last thing she wanted was to be kicked out of the movie theater. Rafa stopped moving and then slapped her ass.

“You really think I’m fuckin someone else?” Lena rolled her eyes, was he still mad about that?

“Rafa, please move.”

“Who?”

“Daddy, I’m sorry. Can you move please?”

“I think I need another apology.”

“Please,”

“You’re the most important thing to me, I would never do anything to hurt you that way.” Rafa harshly thrust into Lena making her grab onto the sink to keep herself from jerking forward. Lena moaned while Rafa found his pace, almost pulling completely out before slamming into her

“Would I ever disrespect you?”

“N-No,”

“You’re the angel of my life, don’t you know how much I love you?” Rafa grunted, making his point

“Yes, I love you, I love you so much, baby.” Lena babbled

“Cum on this dick,” Lena bounced back harder, trying to reach her climax

“Where you want it, baby?”

“In me, I want you to cum inside me, Daddy,” Lena whined, using the sink as leverage, and thrusting back against him harder chasing her orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moaned; Lena’s orgasm was triggered by his. They stayed together for a moment before Rafa pulled out, Lena whining at the sudden empty sensation. She searched around for her panties while Rafa buckled up his pants.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom and then we can leave?”

“You don’t wanna finish the movie and see your beloved, Captain America?” He said, his voice laced with jealousy.

“Babe, you the only white boy I want.” She smiled as she kissed his pouty lips

Rafa made sure the coast was clear before walking out of the bathroom. Lena followed suit after a few minutes

“Did you find your panties?”

“No, where the hell did you throw them?”

“Where’d I throw them? You took them off.” Rafa looked at Lena a soft smile gracing his face “You okay?” he asked gently

“Yeah,”

“How about we order some food and ice cream to go. We can cuddle up together on the couch.” Lena smiled widely and kissed her boyfriend before placing her hand in his. As they walked away two women walked into the bathroom

“Oh my God, bitch! Are those fucking panties?” They heard a woman exclaim before running out of the movie theater laughing along the way.

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To Be Loved

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Lena Ellis) Rating: All can engage Summary: Rafa and Lena tried their best

It seemed like they were on different rhythms trying to catch the same beat but never quite being on key. With Rafa’s becoming busier and busier with his rising stardom and Lena’s increasingly popular talk show. They were finding it hard to have time for one another and it added a sharp note to their relationship.

“Okay so tomorrow we’re talking about the new Beyonce song and that Verzuz battle. We’re gonna play some games…” Lena zoned out as her cohost, Riley, listed off the agenda for the next taping of their show. She found herself doing that lately, her mind was elsewhere these past few days. She felt it, she knew Rafa could feel it too. They’ve been different. Nothing that will cause any animosity but enough to to drive a wedge between the two. They’ve been known as the couple that’s always in-sync with one another. Finishing each other’s sentences, having similar answers to various situations and scenarios. Even down to sometimes binge watching the same show or streaming similar artists on their respective streaming platforms.

“Lena, Lena!” Lena jumped and quickly took herself off of mute.

“Sorry, I’m here. What was the question?”

“Is someone distracting you?” The other cohost, Shamari, asked suggestively, Lena feigned laughter

“I asked you if you watched the Verzuz battle?”

“Um, yeah, I watched it with some friends.”

“Okay, so we’re gonna let you lead that topic.”

“Is that all guys? I have to get ready for some event with Rafa.”

“Yeah, we’re all done, you go do relationship shit with your boyfriend.” Riley joked making Lena playfully roll her eyes.

“Bye guys,” Lena waved before ending the Zoom call. She huffed looking at the time on her MacBook she didn’t feel like going but she had to support him. Despite the fact that he hasn’t been to one taping of her talk show but she’s not going to dwell on that. She has to start getting ready. Lena frowned, now that she thinks of it, she hasn’t heard from Rafa since he left this morning. She called Rafa to find out where he was and after one ring was sent to voicemail.

“Okay, so you’re wearing Oscar de la Renta, and the jewelry is Bulgari.” Lena’s stylist listed off who she was wearing, but the only thing on her mind was the nausea that was steadily growing as soon as Jason came to the hotel.

“Lena, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I um, haven’t been feeling well lately.”

“Bitch you not pregnant are you?”

“No, I’m not pregnant,” Lena smiled sadly

“Oh shit, I’m sorry were you guys trying or something?” Jason said quickly

“Oh no, no, it’s just nothing. I’m fine Jason, really.” Jason gave her a questioning look before continuing fit her dress.

“What time are you guys supposed to be leaving?”

“In an hour,” she said dryly

“Where’s Rafa? He’s still gotta get dressed, the pants need to b hemmed,”

“I don’t know, that seems to be the case recently,” Lena said venomously, just then the sound of the door opening and closing could be heard from the bedroom of the hotel room. Rafa came rushing through the door, hair, and clothes disheveled.

“Babe,”

“Can you get dressed? We have to leave in an hour.”

“Lean,”

“Can you get dressed? We have to leave in an hour.” Lena stressed Rafa sighed heavily and eyed Jason.

“Your tux is in the bathroom, please be gentle.”

“Yeah, sure.” He mumbled brushing past Lena and straight to the bathroom.

“You guys okay?” Jason asked hesitantly

“Do you think we can take the dress in a bit up top? It’s a little loose.” Lena asked avoiding the question.

After Rafael got dressed Jason quickly fixed the hem of the suit before going on his way to check on another celebrity he was styling for the same event.

Lena fixed her hair in the mirror of the hotel lobby, not once has Rafael commented on her outfit. Usually, he can’t stop showering her with compliments and affirmations but nowadays it felt like pulling teeth to get him to smile at her. It’s not all on him though, she could say the same. She can’t remember the last time she said something nice about him. Seems like all they seem to do is argue and fuck.

Rafael jogged out of the hotel bathroom, the usual smile that was present in his eyes wasn’t there. There was nothing, emotionless like he was operating on auto-pilot.

“You ready?” He asked

“Yeah, I just saw the car pull up.”

The car ride to the red carpet was an awkward one, when they used to talk to each other and sneak kisses and subtle touches were replaced with silence and sitting on opposite sides of the car. When they finally reached the red carpet Rafa escorted Lena out of the car and they immediately put the mask on, they were both actors so it wasn’t hard to pretend for a few hours.

“Rafael! Over here,” A journalist called over, they both approached the journalist, phony smiles plastered on their face.

“How are you doing today?”

“I’m doing great, so excited to be here.”

“Lena, I first want to say you look amazing, who are you wearing?”

“Thank you, I’m wearing Osca de la Renta and Bulgari.” She said pleasantly. The interviewer asked Rafael a bunch of question about his various current and upcoming projects. The interview about almost over when the journalist asked one more question

“Okay, so we’ve all been wondering. Do we hear wedding bells in the distance?” Lena glanced at Rafael wondering how he was going to answer this question. If they were asked the same question last year then they both would’ve leaped at the chance to answer it.

“Um, uh you know I love Lena very much, she’s a beautiful person inside and out but only time will tell.”

‘Time will tell.'? That’s all she meant to him, if she could she would walk right off that red carpet and go back to the hotel. The journalist awkwardly laughed

“Well, that’s all we have time for. Thanks for stopping by.”

Rafa and Lena continued the night not really talking to one another only when needed. After the movie, they went straight to the after-party. In hindsight, they should’ve gone back to the hotel.

Lena sat in the lounge area of the party waiting for Rafa, he needed to use the restroom before they went to find their table. She checked her phone and noticed he’s been gone a long time, maybe there was a long line. Lena looked up from her phone when she heard footsteps approaching her. There was Rafa, but he had a drink in his hand. For him.

“Where were you?”

“After the bathroom, I went to get a drink,”

“You couldn’t text me if I wanted something.”

“Oh, um, my bad.”

“It’s fine, I’ll get one.” Lena stood and walked past him without as much as a second glance. Lena managed to squeeze her way to the crowded bar and waited to be serviced.

“Hey, can I get another Moscow Mule and add this lovely lady’s drink to my tab.” Lena’s head shot up when he realized the man next her was referring to her.

“I want a Moscow Mule,”

“Make that two, Moscow Mules.” The man said flashing his pearly white smile at Lena, making her blush. She had to admit he was very good looking and if she’s being honest, it’s been a while since Rafa’s looked at her that way.

“Thank you,” Lena smiled graciously

“You’re very welcome,”

“You’re either single or your boyfriend is dumb as hell.” The taller man joked, pulling a chuckle out of Lena

“I have a boyfriend,”

“Damn, if my girlfriend looked like that in that dress you’re wearing, she’d be on my arm the whole time. Shit, we’d probably never made it here in the first place.”

“Well, I’m here aren’t I?”

Rafa felt like shit, he could’ve at least bought her a drink. He sighed heavily leaving the table to try and catch Lena at the bar so he could pay for her drink. When he got to the bar area, he saw Lena engaged in conversion with some corny-ass dude. She didn’t need him to pay for her drink, after all, he scoffed before going back to the table.

“Thank you for the drink,”

“You’re welcome…” The man trailed off, wanting to know her name

“Lena,”

“Lena, the name certainly fits.” He said charmingly, his hand grazing her elbow

“Thank you…”

“Derek,” He smirked

“Have a great night,” Lena said walking back to find Rafa. When she got back he was nowhere to be found. She pulled out her phone and called him, after a few rings it went to voicemail. It was probably hard to hear over the music.

She walked over to the venue and finally saw him at a table, by himself. She thought they were going to find their seats together. She rolled her eyes in annoyance she couldn’t wait for this night to be over. When she sat down, she noticed the slight seat adjustment he made. Choosing to ignore it, she cleared her throat.

“Why’d you leave? I thought we we’re gonna find our seats together?”

“I wanted to place my dinner order, I didn’t do yours, I didn’t know what you wanted.” Lena exhaled sharply, growing annoyed with this attuned he had.

“That’s fine, I’ll order it when she comes back.”

It was now after midnight and Lena wanted to head back to the hotel. After they ate dinner, Rafa left the table to talk to some people in the business, which was hours ago. If she wanted to be alone she would’ve stayed at the hotel. Sighing, she grabbed her purse and went to look for her boyfriend. She found him by the bar talking to a mutual friend of theirs.

“Hey, Lena! Rafa didn’t say you were here.” Lena held back the hurt, he didn’t tell his friends she was here.

“Hey, nice to see you, Rob. Um, Rafa, can we go? I’m getting tired.”

“Uh, I’m not ready to leave yet, Lean.”

“I know, but I’m tired. I gotta do a taping tomorrow.”

“Well, you can go if you want. You have a hotel key right?” Lena gave a tight-lipped smile, fighting the urge to argue back with him.

“Yep, I’ll see you later.” Lena turned on her heels and stormed out of the party. Luckily, the streets were littered with taxis, and she didn’t feel like waiting for an Uber or Lyft.

It was well after 2 AM when Rafa came back to the hotel, he stopped upon entering the room. Lena sat in the living room of the suite, still in her dress but her bags were packed.

“What’s this?”

“I think,” Lena choked up, why was this suddenly so hard to say. She had been practicing in her head over and over how she would say this. Now her throat had closed up and her brains couldn’t form the words that she so desperately wanted to say.

“Lena, I know I haven’t been the best person to be around but we just gotta work at it. Maybe we can go to counseling or something.” Rafael kept listing everything that they could do but Lena just wanted him to stop.

“Rafael,” she finally said, like a string snapping, Rafa stopped all at once.

“Lena,” he breathed

“We haven’t been us.”

“What do you mean?” Lena sighed so he was going to make her say it like he’s been wanting oblivious or at least pretending.

“Please don’t make me say it, we both know…”

“Know what?” Rafael pressed

“Rafa, I-I think I should get a room…tonight.” Rafa clenched his jaw, something he only did when he was angry. He ran a hand through his hair.

“Is this about that guy from the bar?” Rafa said accusingly

“What?”

“I saw you and that guy at the bar you was all giggling and shit.” Lena scoffed she can’t believe he’s doing this right now.

“You don’t get to do that to me. What the fuck was ‘time will tell' about?”

“What the hell did you want me to say?” Lena opened her mouth and quickly closed it, not wanting to say anything that she would have to later apologize for.

“No, Lena, be honest with me. What did you want me to say?”

“Anything!” Lena sighed heavily as she rubbed her temples, this is the exact opposite of how she envisioned how this conversation would go.

"Come on Lean, you haven't been supportive of me these past few months." That made her raise an eyebrow

"Excuse me?"

"Ever since we've moved to LA, you've been dragging your feet and acting like you don't want to be here."

"Don't do that! Did you forget that I'm on a talk show? So I'm sorry I'm not waiting on my knees for you when you get home at night."

"That's not what I said!"

"You didn't have to say it! Let's not forget before the red carpets and hotels I was the one holding us down on my teacher's salary. Who was the one who stayed up late helping you out of your writer's block? Helping you write material, giving you ideas! So don't try to pretend I haven't been less than supportive because when no one else was there, I was there before that blue check was added to your name."

"I'm sorry," Rafa took a step toward Lena but she put her hand up. Not trusting herself if she'd allowed him to touch her, knowing how she melts into his embrace

"Please...just...don't," Lena said, voice wavering. Rafa walked over to her and placed her hands in his, rubbing small circles on the back of her palms. “I don’t want to give up on this…us, it’s Rafa and Lena. It's always been the two of us.” “Well, maybe it’s time for me to be Lena and you…” she trailed off, Rafa didn’t hold back the tears that brimmed his eyes. They touched foreheads, their lips ghosting over each other’s, barely touching.

“You know I love you?” Rafa said his voice wavering, Lena nodded her brain telling her not to say it back.

“Lena, you know I love you?” Rafa grabbed her chin, making her look up at him.

“I love you too,” she whispered back. Their lips met in a gut-wrenching kiss, they knew this would probably be the last time they’d be in each other’s arms. As much as it broke her heart, she backed away first before it got the chance to go any further.

“Goodbye, Rafa.” Lena grabbed her bags and hastily made her way to the door.

“Take care of yourself, Lena.” Lena gave her boyfriend of four years one last look before walking out and closing the door behind her. Leaving behind probably one of the greatest things that have ever happened to her.

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Hi I was the anon that sent in the ask for ‘Confessions’ and it was so good!😭✨ I loved the angst and feel for both the reader and yes, even Daveed a little🙄 lol. If it’s not to much to ask, would it be possible to request a part 2? Maybe Rafa feeling guilty for running his big mouth and possibly ruining on the greatest things to happen to his best friend. I could see him being guilty but also sick of seeing Daveed camping on his couch in sadness and he know he has to help his friend win his girl back✨💗 no pressure or anything you’re literally one of my favorite writers on here and I love you work and for keeping the Daveed thirst fandom alive!

Confessions Part Two

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC!Black Reader (Kenya Wright), Rafael Casal x OFC!Black!Reader (Kenya Wright) 👀👀

Rating: M for language, smut (oral m receiving, unprotected sex, drunk/intoxicated sex) alcohol and drug use 18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: It’s been a month since Daveed and Kenya ended things, feeling guilty for having a part in the breakup, Rafael tries to get his friends back together.

Requested: Yes, by Anon

Word Count: 4K

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

AN: Anon I’m so happy you enjoyed the first part!! A very, very tiny piece of me felt bad for Daveed but then again he did old girl hella dirty. I gave the Reader a name and I’ll be editing the other part with her name. I hope you enjoy this second part.

Confessions Pt. One

December 2022

“Coming up next on Lifetime it’s a Liddell Christmas Movie Marathon! First up is Merry Liddell Christmas, then Merry Liddell Christmas Wedding, and lastly Merry Liddell Christmas Baby—“ Kenya shut off the TV she was not in the Holiday spirit this year. She didn’t even put her decorations not that she had a lot of decorations in the first place, but she would put up something to make the house look a bit more festive. After what happened on Friendsgiving, she didn’t want to celebrate anything. Daveed had been calling and texting her that next day it took her a week to block him. Kenya didn’t want to hear anything he had to say, she heard what she needed to hear. Even though it pained her, she had to cut him off, even as far as having Rafael pick up Daveed's things from her place, she was mad at him too because he knew everything. That day when he came by the house to get his friend’s things, Kenya had all of this stuff neatly placed in a bag by the front door and she even asked for the key back

Kenya glanced at the clock on her dresser and saw that it was almost 10:00 she had to show a client a home in Calabasas at 1:00 she whined in irritation before dragging herself out of bed. Kenya was in her closet trying to figure out what to wear when her pine started to ring, she blindly answered the phone continuing to try on different outfits.

“Kenya Wright of The Wright Home Real Estate, how may I help you today?”

“Look at you sounding professional and shit, what house can you find me for $300,000 in LA?” Her best friend, Keyari's voice said over the speaker

“I can find you a box on the side of the road, what do you want Key?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to have dinner tonight because you walking around like someone took your lunch money.”

“I mean can you blame me?”

“No, not really. They lucky I wasn’t there I would’ve swung on a bitch.”

“I know Key, I know.”

“How are you though?”

“Ehh, it’s day by day, to be honest, sometimes I’m good and barely think about him and then most days I can’t get him out of my mind.”

“You know I’m still down for slashing some tires.”

“Keyari, we can’t slash niggas tires.” Kenya laughed

“We can if we want to, but should we? That’s where it gets murky.”

“Ain’t nothing murky about it, we can’t do that shit.”

“Not if you only slash three tires,”

“Key!”

“Alright, are you coming with me to dinner or not?”

“Yes, what time?”

“7:30 at that new oyster place. I can come by and we’ll ride together.”

“Sounds good Key!”

“Okay sis, I’ll see you later.”

“Okay Key, bye.”

Daveed wasn’t doing much better, he’s been sleeping on Rafa’s couch since Kenya kicked him out. Sulking around LA and it was driving Rafa crazy. Rafa felt like shit, if he hadn’t opened his big mouth in the first place Daveed and Kenya would still be together, Daveed was the happiest he’s ever been when he was with Kenya and now he's back to where he was before he met her.

Daveed kept replaying the look on Kenya’s face that night, she looked so hurt and broken and he was the cause of that. He had a small silver lining of hope but all of that faded away when Kenya texted Rafa to pick up Daveed’s things. He couldn’t describe the feeling when he saw Rafa return with a suitcase of his belongings. What really hurt Daveed the most was that he wasn’t even mad at her, he knew what he did was wrong.

For about a month Daveed wallowed in his self-pity, refusing to shower or even eat most days. He even stopped making new music which is something that he never does. Rafa had enough of it, he was only doing this for Daveed’s own good. Rafa creaked open his bedroom door, from his room he could see right into the living room and Daveed was still sleeping…at noon. He burst out of his bedroom making the most obnoxious noise he could, startling his friend awake.

“Diggs, come on man you gotta get up, change your clothes, take a shower. I mean, even Mia don’t want to be around you.” Rafa said Daveed glanced down at the dog who probably smelled better than Daveed does right now

“Bruh, I don’t feel like it. What’s the point? I lost Kenya and I don’t think I can get her back and I would’ve blamed her if she didn’t.”

“Okay, this self-pity shit ain’t working. I’m going out to run some errands you’re on dog duty.”

“You can’t take her?”

“No, so take a shower and take Mia out for a walk, you both need it.” Rafa grabbed his keys left the house leaving Daveed and Mia

“So, I guess it’s just you and me. Maybe we can walk around the backyard,” Daveed suggested Mia growled lowly

“Fine, we’re going to the park.”

Daveed walked around the park Mia leading him wherever she wanted to go. It was a beautiful day but Daveed couldn’t even pay attention to that his mind was preoccupied with something else. Maybe he should try calling her would she even answer the phone, shut probably blocked him by now. Mia abruptly stopped walking and sniffed the air before taking off. Daveed wasn’t paying attention and the leash slipped out of his hand.

“Mia!” Daveed called out as he chased after the dog

“Here’s your change ma’am.” The man said

“No it’s fine, keep the change.” Kenya insisted

“Thank you, enjoy the rest of your day.” Kenya smiled back at the man before walking away with her Italian ice. She’s not sure what prompted her to come to this particular park, she used to meet Daveed here if they both had a break in their day and meet for lunch or just a quick walk around the park. Kenya shook the thoughts from her head, that was before everything went down last month, she can’t keep doing this to herself. She’ll take steps toward moving on then she’ll think back to when she and Daveed were together. She heard a dog barking and her head snapped up, that sounded like Mia. She whipped her body and saw the dog running up to her.

“Mia? What are you doing here girl?” Kenya greeted the dog who was just as excited to see her, tail wagging frantically

“Mia! There you are!” Kenya looked up and saw Daveed standing in front of her. He froze when their eyes met for the first time in a month. He cleared his throat before grabbing hold of the leash.

“Sorry about that, come on Mia.” The dog whined not wanting to leave

“It’s fine, she just misses me,” She said softly, still playing with Mia. “Isn’t that right Mia? I missed you too.” Kenya continued playing with the dog, Daveed looked and couldn’t help but smile, god what he wouldn’t do to see her smile and laugh again. That was probably his favorite thing about her, her smile, it could light up the entire room.

“Well, I better get her back to feed her you know,” Daveed mumbled under his breath.

“Daveed,” Kenya called out. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it immediately. She doesn’t know what to say, she can’t ask how has he been, she can clearly that he’s not okay, his beard was a bit more full than it was last month. His hair wasn’t done like it usually is, it’s like he stopped caring. Then again, why should she say anything at all? It wasn’t what was said that ruined

“Can I ask you a question?” He nodded his head for her to go on “Was any of it real?” Daveed sighed heavily

“Yes, Kenya. It was so real for me, I-I-I wish it never happened, all of it.” Daveed reached out to her but she backed away

“This isn’t something that can be wished away, I trusted you. You were my family, my home.”

“Kenya, I’m so sorry you didn’t deserve this at all. I should’ve been honest with you from the beginning—” Kenya put her hand up to stop him

“Don’t say what you couldn’t a month ago. Daveed, I—” Kenya looked away because she looked at him any longer should start crying and she didn’t want to give him that or anything for that matter. “There’s nothing else that can be said, Daveed.”

“So, I guess this is it?”

“Yep, take care of yourself Daveed.”

“You too, Kenya.” Daveed watched sadly as the best thing that ever happened to him walked out of his life forever. That’s when he heard a low rumbling of thunder and an idea came to him“Ken! Do you want a ride? I don’t mind taking you,” Kenya looked up at the sky and saw the dark clouds coming in fast, she would be drenched before she even made it back to her job.

“Sure,”

What started as an ‘innocent’ car ride, led to Kenya telling Daveed he left something else at her house which lead to a couple of bottles of wine being consumed and ultimately led to their current predicament. Kenya moaned aloud as Daveed bounced her up and down in his lap on her living room sofa. One thing led to another and here they were. Kenya would be lying if she said she didn’t miss the sex. Kenya snapped her head up when Daveed stopped moving, he place his hands behind his head giving her a smirk.

“Ride,” he commanded. Kenya placed her hands on his shoulders as leverage as she slowly rode him since he wanted to play dirty she had something for his ass. Daveed let out a chorus of moans he reached up and played with her nipples causing her to cry out.

“Fuck Daveed! ‘M close,” She breathed out she began to bounce a bit faster and harder

“Me too,” Daveed took control again by grabbing her thighs and thrusting his hips up chasing his own release at this point. Two, three more thrusts, and both of them groaned reaching their peak, Kenya slumped against Daveed’s bare chest, trying to regain her breath. She carefully got off his lap and started to put her clothes back on. Daveed lingered a bit before he too started to get dressed.

“You should probably head out, Keyari’s coming over soon,” Kenya said absentmindedly

“Hold up, hold up, hold up, that’s it? We not gonna talk or try to figure anything out?”

“Figure what out?” Kenya questioned

“This, us. Kenya, I—I want to be with you.”

“Daveed, I can’t, I can’t look at you the same. When I look in your eyes I keep thinking about the lie that would’ve kept going if I hadn’t found out.”

“So you can fuck me but don’t want to be with me?” Daveed asked accusingly

“Don’t do that! You don’t get to do that to me not after what that bullshit you pulled.”

“You ain’t even fight for us! You asked me if I cared about you? Was I just some meal ticket to you?” Kenya frowned

“Nigga I know you fuckin lying, you really wanna go there Daveed?”

“When we met you just passed your real estate exam. Most of the clients you have are because of me! Shit those clients helped pay for this house!”

“That you lived in nigga! What the fuck are you trying to say?”

“I’m just saying, now that you got some money it wasn’t that hard to let go of the relationship. You didn’t need me anymore.”

“Get the fuck out Daveed!”

“Gladly,” Daveed grabbed his keys and stormed out of the house slamming the door shut behind him. Kenya scoffed in disbelief, she couldn’t believe him. A bark pulled her out of his thoughts, damn it Daveed fucking forgot Mia.

“God damn it,” she muttered under her breath. She opened her back door and she ran inside searching for Daveed. Loud knocks at your door made you roll your eyes. She stomped to the door and opened it, not surprised to see Daveed on the other side.

“You forgot something,”

“You said that before you want me to fuck you again?”

“Get the damn dog and go Daveed.”

“Mia!” The dog ran to Daveed and Kenya slammed the door shut

Kenya placed the phone down on her nightstand and downed the rest of her glass of wine. She wasn’t in the mood to go out with Keyari. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to invite Daveed but she—she wanted to be with him just one last time, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss him. She thought about him all the time, but she just can’t forgive him. Every time he would look at her she would think back to that night. This is what she gets for being vulnerable she took a chance when she met Daveed and look where it led her. Now that she thinks of it, fucked Daveed, he doesn’t care about her the way she thought he did. She’s done being sad, she not gonna give him that satisfaction. He doesn’t deserve it.

Rafa opened the door and sighed heavily seeing that all the lights were off. Damn. Maybe his plan didn’t work out after all. He turned on the light expecting to see Daveed on the couch but raised an eyebrow upon seeing the empty space. Now that he thinks of it, it’s a bit too quiet in his house.

“Diggs? Bro, you here?” Mia ran over to Rafael happy to see him after the long day, tail wagging, barking excitedly.

“Where’s Daveed, Mia? Huh, where’d he go?” Rafa walked further into the house and saw a note on the counter in his kitchen

Went to my Mom’s.

Thanks for letting me crash.

-Diggs

Rafael sighed heavily, he pulled out his phone and called Daveed, he was sent straight to voicemail, Rafa called him again, and just like the first time he was sent straight then he received a text from Daveed

I’m good bruh. Don’t feel like talking. Talk later

Rafa grabbed his car keys and raced out of the house he had to fix this somehow.

“I don’t know, only God knows where the story ends for me But I know where the story begins. It’s up to us to choose whether we win or lose.” Kenya sang loudly, she was on her fourth glass of Merlot and didn’t care. Then as if out of nowhere, Kenya’s mind thought back to when she and Daveed went to Trap Karaoke for a date. Kenya shook the thought of out her he’d she hated when little memories popped in her head, she was done with nostalgia. Kenya’s Drunk World Tour was cut shirt when frantic knocks were rapped against her door. She rolled her eyes, Daveed’s got some nerve coming to her house again. Kenya turned off the music and marched toward the door and swung it open

“Daveed you got some nerve—“ Kenya stumbled back slightly when she saw Rafa on her doorstep

“Oh, the fuck you want?” Kenya asked with a raised eyebrow

“Kenya, can I come in please?”

“No, I’m mad at your ass too Rafael.”

“Damn, Rafael? You haven’t called me that since we met,” he tried to joke, he cleared his throat when he saw the unamused look on her face

“You know I kinda wish I can go back to that night, I would’ve never talked to you or your trifling ass friend.” Kenya slurred slightly

“Look, Kenya I’m so sorry I really hadn’t opened my mouth I was fucking drunk can I please come in so we can talk. Please?” Kenya sighed heavily giving in

“Fine,”

“So what do you want?” Kenya asked pouring the two of them a glass of wine

“Look, I’m not trying to tell you what to do—“ Kenya cut him off with a loud sigh “Kenya, I know what Daveed and I did when y’all first met was fucked up but give Daveed another chance, he’s been walking around like a sad puppy.” Kenya hummed condescendingly

“I don’t know what Daveed told you after he left here but if he put you up to this instead of comin over here and apologizing to my face he can miss me with all that bull shit! Daveed’s a grown-ass man he knows how to communicate.” Kenya stood up to leave

“Kenya—”

“Nope, I don’t wanna hear it!”

“Kenya, sit down!”

“I’m pretty sure Daveed’s sob story was very convincing but save it for the next bitch—”

“Kenya, sit down.” Rafael said firmly Kenya went wide-eyed and sat down on the barstool

“I’m not saying you gotta get back together with him but Kenya he really did love you. That part wasn’t fake. I’ve seen Diggs with other girls and he wasn’t doing half the shit he was doing when y’all were together. Just talk to him.”

“If you had come over before today I probably would but after our fight—”

“Fight?”

“I ran into him at the park today while he was walking Mia. We came back here because he left some of his records. He wanted to talk about getting back together one thing led to another and he accused me of only getting with him because he has money.”

“Diggs said that?” Rafa asked shocked

“Yep, so when I say this Rafa, I mean it. I’m no longer interested.”

“Damn, I just figured…”

“You’re a good friend, a damn good one but I’m moving on.” Rafa smiled softly

“I can respect that, I’m so sorry Ken, I feel like this is all my fault.”

“Don’t blame yourself. Daveed and I were already having problems, that shit was the icing on the fucking cake.”

“I know but, if I hadn’t said anything—”

“It would’ve come out eventually,” Kenya reassured

“So I guess you’re gonna kick me out now?” Rafa joked making Kenya chuckle “There’s that smile!”

“if you want to leave that’s fine, you gotta report back to your friend?” Kenya teased

“Diggs left, he’s staying with his mom now.”

“Oh,” There was a brief silence between the two of them before Kenya spoke up

“You wanna smoke?”

“Hell yeah,”

After smoking two blunts and drinking whatever brown liquor you had on your bar cart, Kenya and Rafa sat at the kitchen island eating the pizza and wings they had just ordered. Kenya was actually having a good time she didn’t realize how much she missed her friendship with Rafa that’s why she was so hurt when everything went down. Kenya and Daveed were already having some relationship issues before Friendsgiving but to have Rafa know about the bet the entire time, it hurt her feelings.

“So what did Keyari do when you told her?”

“Oh, she wanted to fuck Daveed up, she still does.”

“Man I’m glad she wasn't here I don’t think I could handle both of you being pissed off.”

“Keyari probably would’ve swung,” Kenya laughed

“I hope we can still be friends, Kenya. I know you’re still mad at me but when you stop being mad I still want to be your friend even if you’re not with Daveed.”

“I’m definitely still mad at your ass Rafa, but I guess you’re alright.” She said playfully pushing his shoulder. Rafa grabbed her hand and smiled at her. Before she knew it they were leaning in their lips meeting in a kiss. Like a hand touching a flame, Rafa jumped back. Did he really just kiss his best friend’s ex?

“I don’t think we should do this,” Rafa breathed

“Then don’t think about it,” Kenya crashed her lips onto his, they both knew this was wrong but they couldn’t bring themselves to stop. Rafa walked them out of the kitchen until they reached her sofa. Kenya pulled back first and pushed Rafa down onto the shoulder, she bit her lip in anticipation. She sank to her knees and rubbed Rafa’s thighs while pulling his zipper down with her teeth

“What about Daveed?” Rafa breathed out

“You gonna tell him?” Kenya asked looking up at him as she undid the belt of his pants

“Fuck no,” Rafa assisted you in pulling down his jeans and boxers, Kenya grabbed his dick and slowly started to stroke him, Rafa let his head fall back. A million thoughts were running through her head that was shouting t her “This is a terrible idea!” “Stop, this is Daveed’s best friend!” But Kenya pushed those thoughts out the way Daveed had hurt her and she wanted to hurt him too. She placed a gentle kiss on the head before taking him all in her mouth.

“FUCK!” Kenya nodded her head up and down stopping to occasionally suck on the tip before sinking back to the base. Rafa grabbed her hair and started to thrust his hips up into her mouth making her gag.

“Shit, I’m about to come,” Kenya slowly pulled off Rafa grabbed her and pulled her up, and kissed her roughly. Rafa flipped them over, ripped her leggings off, and moved her panties out f the way before thrusting his dick into her Kenya winced slightly at the roughness but she Kenya moaned aloud when Rafa placed his liege on her shoulders and mercilessly thrust his hips into her.

“Fuck, Rafa! Don’t stop,” Kenya reached down and started to rub her clit she wasn’t far from her orgasm and by the way Rafa’s thrusts were becoming sloppier, neither was he. He came with a groan and Kenya followed Hartley after. Rafa panted trying to regain his breath and for the first time since they kissed Rafa and Kenya locked eyes and realization hit them. Rafael pulled out of Kenya and she immediately grabbed the throw blanket and wrapped herself with it. Rafael got dressed in silence neither of them wanting to look at each other.

“I’ll see myself out,” Rafa muttered under his breath

“Okay,” Kenya said quietly. “I don’t think we should hang out anymore,” Kenya said refusing to look at her friend

“Yeah, I um, think that’s a good idea. Goodbye Kenya,”

“Bye Rafael,” Kenya didn’t move from the couch until she heard her front door close. She put her hands in he head and groaned loudly, why the fuck would she do that?

Two Months Later

Kenya whined in irritation as she crawled out of bed for the past couple of weeks she’s been so groggy which is unlike her she is usually a morning person she’s gotta stop trying to hang with these 20 somethings. Kenya blindly walked into her bathroom. When she opened her medicine cabinet she saw her unopened box of tampons, shit, unopened? She quickly grabbed the box and it was indeed still packaged, she bought these a while ago and she hasn’t used them yet? Maybe she’s late again like last month—wait a minute, now that she thinks back she didn’t have a period last month, she doesn’t think so…she can’t remember.

“Oh fuck,” Kenya mumbled to herself. She quickly got dressed stumbling over her feet along the way and practically sped to the nearest CVS she probably broke a few traffic laws along the way, no, she broke a few traffic laws. She grabbed every pregnancy test she could get her hands on and raced back home.

Kenya gaped at the four positive pregnancy tests, she immediately grabbed her phone to call Daveed, he was the last person she slept with. Her thumb was inches from pressing the send button when she hesitated. Daveed wasn’t the last person she slept with.

AN: Yikes what a little tangled web Kenya weaved, I live for the drama I was on my Tyler Perry stuff. I hope you guys enjoyed reading!!

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Gym Rats

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Black Reader (Tierra Wright)

Series Rating: M for language, sexual situations, alcohol, and drug use. 18+ MINORS DNI

Part One Rating: M for language and sexual situations

Word Count: 2.8K

Series Summary: New actress and singer, Tierra just moved into a Condo in LA to start her career when she runs into her annoying next-door neighbor will sparks fly or will they burn?

Chapter One Summary: Tierra bumps into one of her neighbors in the apartment gym

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October 2016

Tierra always started her day with either yoga or a workout, today was workout day. Since moving into her condo, she’s been taking full advantage of the complex’s gym. With her being new to the music scene, she wants to keep up her image by staring in shape, she knows how brutal the press can be to artists, especially black female artists. She grabbed her water bottle, phone, and air pods and was on her way to the gym.

When she reached the gym, she only saw one person in there, a man. She’s seen him a few times, they live on the same floor. She noticed that he had his hair pulled back in a low curly ponytail and she got to see more of his face. Tierra already thought he was cute but with his hair pulled back he was fione. He was doing some pushups and she couldn’t help but notice the serious look on his face. Tierra made herself stop looking so she wouldn’t look like a creep. She started to warm up her body before she did her usual routine but not without stealing glances at the man across the room.

Once he finished his pushups he walked over to the treadmill and started his workout. The gym was only so big so there were only two treadmills and it just so happened; the man was using Tierra’s favorite one. The other treadmill didn’t have the incline setting and she preferred to use that one. She didn’t want to be that person she really wanted to use that treadmill. She didn’t have a whole lot of time before she met with her vocal coach. She sucked in a deep breath before making her way over to the man on her treadmill.

Daveed noticed her staring as soon as she walked into the gym. He was used to it, most of the time, women would come to the gym to stare at him, which is why he stopped going to public gyms. Especially after his run on Broadway, it was hard to go anywhere without being noticed. He’s seen this woman a few times, mainly he’s heard her singing through the walls, he lives next door to her and when he’s up trying to make beats, she’s usually doing her vocal warm-ups. He thought she was cute, especially her dimples. They were already noticeable but when she would give him a small smile when they passed each other in the hallway seeing her and those dimples made his heart skip a beat. When Daveed has seen her, she’s usually dressed in sweats, so this was his first time seeing her body. He tried not to look at her when she was warming up but damn, it was hard, literally. Daveed was glad he didn’t wear his grey sweatpants today.

Daveed made himself not look at her maybe if he ran, it would distract him. He hopped off the floor and made a beeline for the treadmill. He didn’t even make his usual settings and just started running. He was so tuned out that he didn’t see her first few attempts to get his attention until she gently patted his arm. He whipped his head around and held back a gasp, fuck she was gorgeous and those damn dimples.

“Hi, um, I think I’ve seen you around. I’m Tierra, we live on the same floor.”

“Hey, yeah I’m next door. Daveed.”

“Nice to meet you, um I don’t wanna be that person,” Daveed inwardly groaned she was probably a fan of Hamilton, and she wanted an autograph or wanted him to rap something from Hamilton. He’s been out of the show for three months now can everyone move on like he was trying to do.

“I was wondering if I could use that treadmill,” Daveed blinked in surprise that wasn’t the question he was expecting.

“Huh?”

“The treadmill you’re using, it’s not really ‘mine’ but I use that one every time I come in here and I would really like to use it. Right now.” Daveed scoffed he couldn’t believe that she was asking him to get off the machine when there’s one literally right next to him.

“Yeah, no. That’s not gonna happen.” Daveed said continuing his run

“Excuse me?”

“I said no, there’s another treadmill that’s exactly the same.”

“No, no, no, it’s not the same. The one you’re using has the settings that I like.”

“Okay, and what you want me to do about it?” Tierra frowned

“I asked you nicely if I could use this one.”

“And I said no, nicely.” Tierra gaped at the man in front of her

“What? Never heard someone tell you no?”

“Look, I have somewhere to be, and I really need to get my cardio in before.”

“There’s nothing stopping you Tee, there’s a perfectly fine treadmill next to me.”

“First of all, it’s Tierra, two, I would like to use that one.” Fed up, Daveed stopped running

“You know what fuck it. Use the damn treadmill,” Daveed grabbed his sweat towel and stomped away. Tierra stepped onto the treadmill and noticed traces of sweat still on there.

“Uh, can you wipe off the machine? You left your sweat.”

“Fuck no,” Daveed said before leaving the gym.

“And then he said, “fuck no,” and left just like that,” Tierra complained to her stylist, Tiffany. After her vocal lesson, she and Tiffany went to a furniture store to shop for her new place. She’s been living in LA for three months and her condo is borderline embarrassing.

“Okay but TeeTee, there was another working treadmill. You couldn’t have waited? What about this teal sofa?”

“Ehh, I want an emerald, green sofa. I’m really into green, white, and gold being the colors of the living room. Yes, there was another treadmill, but I wanted to use that one. Oooh, what about this one?” She asked seriously eyeing the velvet green sofa

“It’s nice, but come one sis, you know good and well you could’ve used the other one. Excuse me, how much is this sofa?” Tiffany asked

“It costs, $3,500.”

“Fuck that, we about to hit up Bob’s Furniture,” Tierra mumbled

“Tierra, maybe bake him a cake or some shit. Invite him to the housewarming Friday!” Tiffany exclaimed Tierra glared at her friend before walking out of the expensive ass furniture store. Jeremiah sighed in exasperation and followed her.

“I don’t want that rude ass in my condo.”

“You need to play nice; did you say he was an actor too?”

“I think so, I’ve seen some paparazzi following him around. His name is Daveed,” Tiffany gasped loudly and abruptly stopped walking

“Daveed Diggs?” Tierra raised an eyebrow

“Uh, yeah.”

“Bitch do you know who that man is?”

“He’s an actor?”

“Tierra, he was in Hamilton! The biggest Broadway show right now, tickets are sold out until next year.”

“Damn,”

“Uh, yeah and he won the Tony for it back in June.”

“Oh wow,”

"That's the man you just insulted the man. Girl, he about to be on black-ish.” Tierra eyed her friend teasingly

“Sounds like someone is a super fan.”

“Bitch he’s like on the come up. You need to connect with him, seriously and he’s a rapper too. Imagine having a song with him,” Tiffany said excitedly

“Um, I’d rather not do a song with him.”

“You’re so annoying it was just a treadmill,”

“And? He didn’t have to be a jackass about it. So, we gonna hit up Home Goods or Bob’s?”

Tierra sat in the fancy board room waiting for her agent to join her and her manager, Jill. While she was out furniture shopping she got a call from her agent to meet him because he had a special announcement. She perked up at the sound of the door opening, in walked her manager and the Kenya Barris

“Good afternoon, Tierra, Jill this is Kenya Barris, creator of black-ish.” Tierra beamed as shook hands with the person in charge of the one most popular show on TV right now.

“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Tierra said

“You as well, I’m a huge fan of your music.” It took everything in her to not freak out that Kenya Barris listens to her music.

“So, Jill and I were able to pull some strings and Mr. Barris has some news for you.”

“I’m sure you’ve heard of this little show called black-ish, I want you to come and join us for Season 3, starting as a recurring role, and then we’ll go from there.” It took everything inside of Tierra not to jump up and down right there.

“You know, it’s okay if you’re excited,” she let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in and smiled widely

“Thank you so much! I love black-ish, do you think you can give me a hint on what type of role I’ll be playing.”

“Well, we’re thinking about adding another character at Andre’s job or maybe giving Bow a friend from work or the neighborhood. There also may be some room for a romantic interest, we’re not entirely sure, we’re gonna play around with it see the way audiences react to your appearance.” Kenya said Tierra on the other hand was still on cloud 9. She would’ve never thought last year while she was still waiting on tables that she would be sitting in the room with the creator of one of the hottest shows on TV right now. Kenya and your publicist gave each other an amused look.

“Well, if that’s all gentlemen, I have to get this one here off to a soundcheck for The Real tomorrow,” Jill said practically pushing you out of the room. Once Jill got Tierra out into the hallway Jill hugged her and they were both screaming excitedly

“Oh my God, Tierra do you know how big this is?”

“Girl, I’m still shaking.”

“I’ll let you know when the contracts come and once we negotiate and sign some papers we’ll be good to go.”

“Jill, I don’t know how you managed to pull this off, thank you so much!”

“TeeTee, you know I got you. Listen, let me take you out for drinks after this soundcheck.”

“Yes, we have to celebrate.”

“Rafa, then she had the audacity to ask me to clean off the machine. Who the fuck does that?” Daveed asked rhetorically he was over his best friend’s house after that run-in with Tierra he had been irritated for most of the day.

“Bro, maybe y’all just got off on the wrong foot. You are neighbors you’re gonna have to interact with her eventually.”

“Man, I don’t ever want to be in the same room as her.”

“But you’re her next-door neighbor, what if she needs to borrow some sugar or shit.”

“Sugar?”

“I don’t know, do motherfuckers still do that?”

“Shit, if I know. You the one that brought it up!”

“Look either deal with it or don’t. Until you move out you’re gonna keep running into her.”

“I guess man,”

“I mean you could you know just fuck her and get it over with.”

“Fuck that, ain’t no way.”

“Come on, bruh up until today you’ve been talking about the girl with the dimples since she moved in. Maybe it’ll help you get over your last breakup.” Rafa was somewhat right, it’s been a few months since Daveed broke up with his girlfriend of eight years. It was great until it wasn’t, everything was amazing and then Hamilton happened, and then with the rise of Hamilton came the rise of fame, fan bases, and paparazzi. It became a huge strain on the relationship until they both decided to part ways. Daveed can’t lie, it hurt like a bitch to see her pack up things into moving boxes and leave. It hurt, even more, when he saw that she was seeing someone already. Being the person that he is, he immediately thought of the worst-case scenario, maybe that’s why she was distant, she was already seeing somebody else. This is the person he thought he was going to marry. He thought she would be understanding of his overnight rise to fame, it went from, who the hell is Daveed Diggs to now he couldn’t get his phone to stop ringing. It was too much for her. For them. The back and forth, the distance, it was becoming a chore, the relationship. So, they did what was best for them, well her, at the time.

“I haven’t been that bad.”

“Diggs, you looked someone beat your ass and stole your lunch money when you see her on Instagram, either get some new pussy and move on or get some new pussy and move on.” Daveed rolled his eyes at his friend

“Bruh, that ain’t fix nothing.”

“Fuck it, we going out tonight and we gonna get you some pussy.” Rafa declared as he pulled out his phone

“So you just giving out pussy like Oprah,”

“Diggs, I wouldn’t be a friend to you if I didn’t help you when you are in need?”

“And I’m in need of some pussy?”

“Precisely Diggs!”

Tierra was in her makeshift studio, she smirked at the thought of having her own studio. She turned her third bedroom into her studio so she could make music at home if she wanted to. These songs wouldn’t be released to the public, just whenever she was moved or inspired she could come in this room and create. She didn’t grow up with much, just her, Austin, and her Dad and that’s all that she’s known. It was crazy that less than a year ago she went from no one knowing her name to now she was about to drop her first official album. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard something bumping against her wall. Removing her headphones she frowned as she tried to listen again. It was a rhythmic tapping. She has a corner unit so it has to be her annoying ass neighbor. She scoffed at the thought she can’t believe she actually had a crush on him. Just as she was about to go to start working on her new song she heard what she thought was a moan. She stopped in her tracks and he heard it again. As moans got louder the thumping banged harder against her wall. Tierra rolled her eyes in annoyance, his bedroom must be on that side of her apartment. She paid all this money for this expensive ass apartment in this boogies ass neighborhood only to have some thin ass walls.

“Ooooh, fuck me.” Tierra heard through the wall, God she sounded annoying.

“Shit! I'm gonna come!” Tierra groaned in frustration all she wanted to do was write in peace. She banged on the wall hoping that would signal them to quiet down.

“Shut up,” She mumbled to herself, it seemed as she continued to write the moans and the headboard hitting the wall got louder and then it just stopped. After a few seconds, it picked back up again.

“Fuck this,” Tierra got up and stormed out of her apartment marching straight to apartment 733, she banged on the door. A few seconds later the door swung open. Daveed only had on his briefs which hid nothing. Her eyes went down to his erection they widened in shock before quickly looking back up at Daveed. She had to force herself not to look down again.

“What Tiana?” She knew he did that on purpose based on his smirk

“Can you keep your groupies quiet? I’m trying to write.”

“Why is what I’m doing any concern to you?”

“Your bedroom and my studio share a wall and I could hear everything.”

“So you were listening to me?” Daveed questioned enjoying the situation Tierra got herself in.

“What? No, I—”

“Hey, there’s no kink-shaming over here, whatever gets you off.” Tierra sighed heavily growing irritated the longer she stood out here, questioning why she even came out here.

“I wasn’t listening, I could hear you over my music. I ask that you respect the people around you and keep it down.”

“We’ll try,” Daveed said flashing a smile, Tierra scoffed before going back to her apartment.

“You’re welcome to join us, maybe you can stop listening through the walls,” Daveed called out

“I’ll pass, I don’t fuck another girl’s sloppy seconds,” Tierra said with a passive-aggressive smile. “Make sure you tie up that condom, don’t want any little Daveed’s running around,” Tierra smirked at the look on Daveed’s face. “Good night, neighbor.” She said gently closing the door.

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Rafael Casal

Arrivals

(Rafa x OFC Reader Holly Woods)

Rafael and Holly Woods, friend of a friend. They had an arrangement. Then feelings got in the way.

This wasn’t supposed to be a series, and it’s written out of order, but here is this non-series chronologically how the relationship progresses.

* = smut

Undercover Wicked With It

Lottery*

Damage, Pt. 1*

Winter Song*

Tiny Tim

Last Christmas

Damage, Pt. 2*

Verry Merry

Only Bad Choices

Lesson Learned

F*****g Sound

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Arrivals*

Rafa Mini-Series

Showrunner AU

Rafa falls for an actress in his production. Who is in charge here?

Show Runner (1)*

Sundancer (2)*

Scene Stealer (3)*

Young Rafa Au

You and Rafa were young and dumb. What happens when you start to grow up?

In and Out*

Barbie and Ken 202*

Rafa Drabbles

What is This?

You ended your one rival for Rafa’s love. Daveed.

Under the Mistletoe*

You find treasure underneath the mistletoe.

In The Shallows

Rafa is there to give you comfort when you need it.

Daydreams in the Dark*

You are Rafael’s daydream come true.

Amnesia*

Rafael helps you forget a terrible day.

Tranquility*

Rafa helps with your anxiety.

Rafa One-Shots

Princess Grillz*

You and Rafa and matching grills! HBD!

Dammit, Rafa*

Rafael is a virgin at The Rocky Horror Picture Show. You show him the ropes.

Greatest of All Time*** (Bay Boys x Reader)

The Bay Boys’ neighbor Quinn loves to experience life. Rafa and Daveed become one of her experiences.

Fine*

You were doing just fine without Rafa. Right?

Everyday*

Rafa goes into character to give you your fantasy.

What That Boat Do?*

After the premiere. Rafa gets a treat? Or is it you that is treated?

Cuddle Buddies*

You misunderstand Roomie! Rafa’s request.

Icing on the Cake*

Rafael gets treated like a king on his birthday.

Headcannon

Tio Rafa

Rafa offers to babysit his niece for the day.

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 13

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18 + ONLY, RPF, drinking, dancing, singing, cursing, lots of plot and fluff and sad with some Smut as well. This has everything. Daddy kink, oral sex (m recieving), cum play, drunken confessions/rambling, Love, y’all.

“As” x Stevie Wonder

Word Count: 5.7 K 

Plot: Lindy reacts to her gifts, gets another one from the group, and TURNS UP. They finally get back to NYC and deal with having to be apart (or not).

“Well, what do you think?”  Daveed was looking at you expectantly.

“I…….” 

You really didn’t know what to say.  You were surprised, intrigued, curious, and a little frightened. Your mind was trying to take it all in.

Daveed’s heart dropped as he watched your face. He closed the photo app on his phone.

“It’s cool. It’s a lot to think about...”  He could kick himself. He’d gotten carried away and ruined a perfect thing. He wished he could rewind time.

“I, I’ll meet you out at the bar. Go have some fun. We’ll talk later.” 

He might as well begin getting wasted for when you ended it between you two.  It had been a great day and a half. He turned around and headed for the door.

“Diggs, where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Daveed stopped and turned around, bracing for it. He saw the flash your eyes.

“Look, Linden.  I’m sorry.  I took it too far. Forget I even showed you that picture.” He leaned on the wall and looked everywhere but at you. 

Your heart twisted in your chest. Daveed really did love you. And he was wearing his anxiety all over him. It hurt your heart that he felt that way. It was on you to communicate now.

You approached him slowly and put your hands on his arms as he looked at the floor. You bent your knees to get a glimpse of his eyes and to force him to look at you.  

Daveed smiled when he saw you peeking at him.  Maybe you weren’t pissed at him.

“I’m so pissed at you,” you breathed. 

Oh, well.

“How are you going to lecture me about running away all the time when that’s what you were about to do?”

Daveed opened and closed his mouth. Then he looked at you. You were right.

You slid into his arms and he looked down at you.  So fucking beautiful.

“Thank you for my presents, Daveed. I’m not mad that you got them. But you’re right, it is a lot to think about.” You sighed and lay your head on his chest.  

“This weekend has been amazing, and I’m happy you got carried away…It means….”

“It means I love you, Lindy.” He kissed the top of your head. “But I get it, you need time to think about… taking that step.” 

Daveed realized that you were just nervous.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Yeah.”  

Daveed leaned down and kissed your lips. It was slow and sensual.

“Anything I can do to help with your thinking process?”  

His lips were at your cheek, moving to your jaw, your earlobe and then your neck.  You moaned as he found the spot he’d memorized so quickly, like a verse.

You moaned, heating up again as his hand smoothed your dress over your ass and his fingers reached for the hem. Again.

You felt yourself begin to tumble down the hill of your desire for Daveed, which you tried to snap yourself out of by clearing your throat, to which Daveed smiled at against the skin of your collarbone.

“We should really get back out there.”

You fully expected him to object, but instead he agreed.

“You’re right.”  He planted another kiss on your spot.  “The crew is working on a gift for you out there.” He nuzzled your neck and then kissed below your earlobe. 

“What?” You were curious as to what they were up to. Daveed just stared at you. “W-what do you mean they're working on a present?” 

Daveed chuckled and smiled at you, grabbing you by the hand. “I don't know. Let’s go see.”

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Craig happened to be passing by when you and Daveed came out of the bathroom. You were caught.

“OOOOOOOOOh. I’m gonna call Monalinda on your ass.” You were swole, and about to cuss Craig out and then instantly deflated.

“Oh shit.” You looked at him. “My mom.” 

You dropped Daveed’s hand and dug in your purse for your phone, which you had basically ignored all weekend. 

It was lit up with birthday messages, one from Mark, which you deleted, and plenty from other friends and acquaintances on social media.

You looked up at Daveed. “I’m have to call my mom.  I’m going to step outside.”

“I’ll go with you.” Craig, your protector.

Daveed didn’t want to let you go, but he didn’t want to crowd you. You went downstairs and out of the door, Craig with you.

You scrolled for the call from your mom, and like clockwork, she’d called at 8:43 am, the time you were born. It was well over 12 hours since she’d called. You cringed and dialed her back.

She picked up immediately.

“Linden? Happy Birthday, Baby.”

“Hey Mama. Thank you. Sorry I missed your call.”

“That’s ok, baby. I figured you’d be busy having fun. Craig watching out for you?”

You laughed and looked over at Craig.  “Hey Auntie Mona!” He yelled and all three of you laughed.

“Hey Craig! Take care of Linden for me.”

“Mama, I’m 30 years old now. I can watch out for myself.” 

Now she was laughing at you. Sometimes it was like you were her twin, brash and independent.

“Ok, you’re right. Is that Daveed boy there with you?  Craig told his father that you had a crush on him.”

“Oh, did he now?” You were gonna tap Craig in his jaw. You made a cutting motion against your throat to him. He just laughed at you and flipped you off. 

“Yes, mom, he’s here,” you sighed.

Mona knew that tone. And she laughed at you again.

“Linden, just be open to love, Baby. You deserve it.” 

You loved your mom so much, but It was when you were talking to her that you were reminded of Dell. That’s why you tried to avoid it. Because when you thought about Dell, you felt like you didn’t deserve anything.

You thought about how you should be on a three-way call with her and Dell, her wishing you both a happy birthday.

“Mama…. I’m sorry. I…”

“Linden. Stop it. Just stop it.  It wasn’t your fault. You can’t live your life blaming yourself. He’d want you to move on.  And he’d be so proud of you now. I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you Mama.” You smiled through your tears. 

“I love you too, Baby.  Now get off the phone with me and go have some fun with that tall, fine man. And tell me all about him when you get back, maybe bring him to meet me if you realize you should snag him.  Have a safe flight.”

You laughed at her read. “Ok, Mama. Goodbye.”

“Bye, Lindy.”

You took out your phone and scrolled through your pictures of Dell.  You picked one and made your annual post for your birthdays. Craig moved toward you and took you in his arms.

“You okay, cousin?”

You looked up at him, and the tears came harder because he was crying too. He was the only one who missed Dell almost as much as you.  Except your mom, who probably missed him more. You hugged Craig and let yourself cry.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine after I kick your ass for telling Uncle Lindron about Daveed. You know he and Mona talk every day.” You started to walk back into the club, where Daveed was watching for you to return.

“Lindy, this ain’t Jersey, and I’m not one of those little hoodrats you used to fight all the time. I’ll fuck you up, just like I did in the 7th grade.”

“Shut up, Craig!” you laughed and pushed him, lightening up a little, especially when you saw Daveed’s concerned look as he came for you.

“You okay?”  You looked up at him and smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips.  “I’m good.”

Craig and Daveed led you to where Rafael, Anthony, and Jasmine were standing.  Daveed planted you on the stool and looked you in the eyes.

“Stay here.”

“OK?”  You looked around to see everyone smiling at you.  Rafa winked as Daveed approached a mic stand. You got a feeling of dread in your stomach. 

Oh no-

Daveed looked at you as the crew gathered around.  

“Hey everybody. This is Lindy.” He held his hand out to you. “And it’s Lindy’s birthday today. And I bet she thinks we’re about to embarrass her and have you sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her.” He looked over to you. “But she’d be wrong.”

You breathed a sigh of relief.

“We were wondering what to give the woman who has everything.” 

You called out to him. “Are you included in ‘everything?’”

“You are correct, madam.” Daveed smirked in response. You shook your head as everyone laughed.

“But we decided to use what we have and that is talent. And we picked a song to perform that her cousin Craig said was a family favorite and is really really true for all of us, especially me. 

We’re going to perform a song that lets you know that you got new family members for life.”

Rafa cued the DJ to start the track. As you heard the opening cords, you brought your hands to your mouth, emotional.

Jasmine was first up.

As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving/ And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May/ just as hate knows loves the cure/ You can rest your mind assured/ That I'll be loving you always/ As now can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow/ But in passing will grow older every day/ Just as all is born is new/ Do know what I say is true/That I'll be loving you always

Jasmine came over and gave you a hug as she sung the last line.

Everyone started dancing this choreographed routine of 70’s dance moves, the hustle, the hand jive, and the bump during the refrain as they sang. Even Craig joined in the chorus.

Anthony sang next.

Did you know that true love asks for nothing./ Her acceptance is the way we pay Did you know that life has given love a guarantee/ To last through forever and another day/ Just as time knew to move on since the beginning/ And the seasons know exactly when to change/ Just as kindness knows no shame/ Know through all your joy and pain/ That I'll be loving you always

Ant handed Rafael the mic next.

As today I know I'm living but tomorrow/ Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear/ For I'll know deep in my mind/ The love of me I've left behind/ Cause I'll be loving you always

 More dancing, and you had to get up out of your seat.

Daveed had the bridge:

We all know sometimes life's hates and troubles/ Can make you wish you were born in another time and space/ …...And maybe our children's grandchildren/ And their great-great grandchildren will tell/ I'll be loving you

Everyone in the club joined in the chorus by the end, including you. It went on and on and was the best time you’d had on your birthday in a long time.

You ended up in Daveed’s arms with everyone dancing around you.  It was big love and it was perfect.

You danced and drank shots until you were exhausted and wasted. You and everybody sang all the way back to the beach house, and  Daveed had to practically carry you in when you arrived.

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“THAT WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY OF ALLL TIMEEEEEE!”  You looked around the great room of the beach house and saw everyone staring at you.  

“YOU’RE SO LOUD! BE QUIET! SHHHHHHH!”

“That’s you. You’re yelling Lindy.”  Daveed was cracking up at you.

Jasmine and Anthony laughed at you on the way to the master suite. 

“G’night mom and dad!” You waved at them as they retired for the night.

“Are you going to flog me, General?” 

You heard Jasmine say, “Oh my god, she’s wasted,” as she and Anthony went in their room. Anthony replied. “Oh, fo sho.”

Daveed chuckled and shook his head as he led you into your room. 

“General, hunh? No, I’m not going to flog you. I’m gonna put your ass to bed.” 

You sat down on the bed and looked up at him adoringly.

 “You know, I went with ‘he who must not be named’ to see Hamilton in 2015. When I saw you in that uniformmmmmmmmmm….” 

You shook your head and closed your eyes, remembering. ”I had a flash of a thought to run up on stage and suck your soul out.”

Daveed smiled his shy smile again, embarrassed.  

“I’m sorry, I’m fangirling right now. But sign my tits.” You tried to pull the collar of your dress down, and when it wouldn’t stretch, you started fighting with it, trying to get it off.

“Easy, easy.” Daveed was highly amused. He helped you to stand up so you could get out of your clothes. 

He looked down and stroked your cleavage.   “I already marked them up good. And when those fade I’m coming back for more.” 

He leaned down and kissed the tops of each breast and then stopped himself to help you out of the dress. Now was not the time to start something.

“Oh shit, Daveed.”  You squirmed. “You got me wet. Damn, boy. You keep me wet.” 

You started singing WAP as you twerked in front of him. Daveed was enjoying seeing the carefree side of you. You could be so free and he was glad that tonight got you there.

You flopped back down on the bed. “Damn, I would let you fuck me in that uniform tho. A dream. And that sword? The hilt of that mutha fucking sword. Fuck. Do you still have it? I mean...”  

You opened your legs and ran your hands up your thighs. 

Daveed grabbed them and pulled you back up so that he could slip your dress off. You were out of your mind, but you still got him there.  

He’d have to see what he could do about that costume when you were sober. He wanted to fulfill your every fantasy, and he hoped that you would let him.

When you came out from under your dress you looked about to cry. He frowned a bit. 

“What happened?”  When you looked up at him with your drunk, teary eyes, he remembered. Tequila.

“I don’t deserve you. You’re so fucking sweet. And nerdy, and cute, and so fucking talented. I mean you’re such a great actor, and writer, and rapper, and you can rap so fast, I mean damn that tongue.”  

You opened your eyes wide. “Is that why you’re so good at head?”  You covered your mouth at the realization and started crying harder.  “I don’t deserve you!”  Daveed helped you as you cried, and he tried to get you in the bed.

“Yes, you do Lindy.  We all deserve love. Now calm down. It’s ok. We can talk about it in the morning.”

You stopped and stood still, adamant, naked for Daveed to take in and save for later. “You wanna know a secret?”  You looked around the room to see if anyone was listening, even though you were alone with Daveed. “I forgot what I was talking about.”

Daveed laughed and went into the bathroom to get one of your makeup wipes. When he handed it to you is when you started crying again. 

“No one ever wanted me to take off my makeup before...no one cared about my skin… and no one sang to me in Puerto Rico...”  

You were still crying as you wiped the tears and makeup away.  “Tell me why you love me in the morning.”

“I will. Lay down and I’ll get you some water.”  Daveed got you under the covers and tucked you in.

“It’s gonna be hard when we get back to New York, cause I’m a bitch in New York. In Isabella I’m a queen…”

“Yes you are. You’re MY queen. Anywhere you go. You’re not gonna get rid of me in New York. Now try to center yourself and calm down okay?”  You smiled weakly up at him and nodded, holding your arms out to him.

Daveed hugged you, kissed your forehead and then went to the kitchen to get some bottles of water. Rafa was in there, eating cereal and on his phone.

“Ya girl is wasted.”

“Yeah, she’s gone, man gone.” Daveed smiled.  “Thanks for tonight, man. The arrangement was tight.”

“No problem at all. We all really love Lindy. She’s special, man.”

Daveed smiled as he gathered about four bottles of water and set them on the counter. He had a faraway look. Rafa could read him like a book.

 “Oh shit, Diggs.”

Daveed looked at him.

“Yeah, this is it.”  He’d made a decision.

“Happy for you, man.”

Daveed gave Rafa a smile and elbow dap as he went back to your room.

You were singing “As” and smiling when he returned.  “I’m tore up. Sorry.”

Daveed blinded you with his smile.  “No worries, Baby Girl. Here, drink this. It will go better when you wake up if you do.”  

You returned his smile and drank the entire bottle of water.  It helped clear your head a bit and the exhaustion got to you. Your eyes were drawn to him like a magnet as he headed toward the shower and took off his shirt. Damn, why did his back get you hot?

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.”

Daveed smiled back at you. “Get some rest Lindy. I know we’re leaving Isabela tomorrow, but we have time to spend together beyond that. I’m not going anywhere, Baby Girl.”

You smiled and nodded, hazily realizing something and resolving to stay up before you knocked out into a deep sleep.

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Daveed had stayed up a little while longer than you and wrote some things, editing a verse for a track that he and Rafael were producing and also adding to his Linden notes.  Then, he took you into his arms and fell asleep.  

He wondered how he would do it without you in New York, or how he would go back to the West Coast without you.  He was thinking about the same things you were, but he was more confident that you two would find a way.

The Monday morning sun greeted him and he rolled over to see that it was 10 am. The flight back to New York left at 3 pm.  Just a couple of hours before everyone needed to head to the airport. 

You were still knocked out, snoring a little, but so adorably.  He kissed your forehead and got out of bed with a bottle of water, padding to his room.

He marveled at the fact that he’d spent very little time there this weekend. It was basically a glorified closet and he was glad for it.  

He was grateful to Jasmine and Anthony who offered to plan this weekend for you.  They knew that you and he together on a tropical island would do the trick.  

He shook his head that it actually worked as he put on his running shoes and shorts and packing up a little before he went running.

Daveed sent you a text before he got started, then headed west on the beach and did a lot of thinking, planning how to soothe the fears that you’d expressed last night.

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You woke up 20 minutes after Daveed left with only a slight headache and fuzzy memories of the night before. You instantly missed Daveed and grabbed your phone.

Good morning my Queen. Going running.  Be back soon. Love you.

You smiled like a schoolgirl at your phone, and your heart immediately lifted. You lay back on your pillow and thought of how lucky you were. 

Then, memories of your drunken ramblings came back and you buried your head under your pillow.

You hopped in the shower and tried to forget what you’d said, hoping that Daveed did too. It was the first time in a minute you gotten to shower alone, so you took your time. 

When you came out in your towel, your hair wet and conditioned, you met Daveed who was trying to sneak back in and see you wake up.

Seeing you all wet and sexy in just a towel did something to Daveed. You were surprised, your mouth in that sexy o shape, just like in the fitting room of H & M.

“Hey.” Daveed smiled at you.

“Hey yourself.” 

You smiled back and shifted your weight as water droplets tumbled down your shoulders into the valley between your breasts.  Daveed couldn’t help but stare.  “How was your run?”

“Damn.” Daveed realized too late that you had asked him a question. “I mean…” he chuckled. “It was good.”  He noticed you eying him and realized that he was all sweaty.

‘Damn’ is right you thought, the sweat was running down Daveed’s torso like the water from your shower. He smelled like his cologne mixed with the sea air and more musk. You needed that. Right now.

“I’m all sweaty, can I borrow your shower?”

You walked nearer to him, stopping behind him him in front of the bed. “No.”

Daveed turned his head to question you. “No? You mean I can’t borrow your shower?  You want me to go back to my…”

“No.” You traced your finger in the sweat on his lat muscle and then put it in your mouth. 

“I don’t want you to use my shower, and I don’t want you to go back to yours. At least not right now.”

Daveed turned around and faced you and when he did, you dropped your towel on the bed.  His eyes went where you wanted them to.

“I want to lick the sweat off your abs, your dick and your balls before you do that.”

“Holy shit, Lindy.” Daveed groaned,  grabbed you by the throat and pulled you in for a kiss. “You’re so fucking nasty.”  He kissed you as his cock swelled. “I love it. I love you.”

You sat on the bed and pulled him toward you, getting started on your mission.  You put your tongue in the happy trail of black hair below his navel, flat and wide, and licked a long stripe up and around his belly button. 

The tangy essence of his perspiration contained some kind of aphrodisiac, because you went crazy and would have licked him clean if he hadn’t stopped you to take off his running shorts and shoes.

You watched his dick, thick from desire, spring free and slap his stomach.  You immediately grabbed for it and Daveed stepped out of your reach. You looked up at him, and he returned your gaze. 

Unspoken communication flowed that this was going to be as equals.  You grabbed for it again and he stepped closer, allowing you to palm him as you licked and sucked his sack.

He leaned his head back in ecstasy as you took care of the boys and jacked him off.  Then he looked down at you and you kept eye contact as you licked the tip of his dick, circled it with your tongue and then opened your mouth and deep throated it like a champ.

“Fuuuuuuucckkkkk, Lindy.” Daveed reached for your breasts and squeezed them, pinching and rolling your nipples. You arched your back, and your ass looked amazing on the bed.  Daveed needed to hit that. 

He pulsed at the thought of breaking your back and realized that he was buried deep in your throat at the moment. His eyes came back to yours, which were watering with the effort to breathe around him.  

He didn’t hold you there, but you kept your nose nestled in the wiry hairs at the base of his cock.  Damn.  He wanted to be both places at once. 

He brought his hand up to your wet hair, gently massaging your scalp as you did what you wanted with him.  He had the irrational desire to tattoo your name on it, because nothing would ever compare to you.

You came off of him, sputtering and gasping for breath, a proud smile on your face.  Daveed smiled down at you and wiped your mouth with his hand as you smiled back up at him.  He leaned down and gave you a filthy kiss.

“I want you to pound me from behind.” Your voice was a sexy whisper, making tingles go up his spine.  

“Just what I was thinking. We’re made for each other, Lindy.” He kissed you again.

You quickly pulled away and got on the bed on all fours, ass presented to Daveed.  He just stood there admiring you as he stroked himself for a minute.  

He was trying to meditate, pray, something, because what you’d already done to him and just looking at you was going to make him bust.

You looked back at him, and bit your lip, watching him.  Then, you brought your hand up to your mouth, licked your fingers, and brought it down to start steady, tight circles on your clit, arching your back and giving him a good view of exactly what was happening. 

“Shit.”  

Daveed grabbed your hip and lined up with your cunt, feeling with his tip that you were fluttering around nothing but that.  He whined in the back of this throat as he made himself sink into you slowly, your pussy grabbing him with each millimeter.  He bottomed out. You were stretched out wonderfully.

“You good? How’s that feel?”

You could only whine. “So good. So, so, so good Daveed.  Please.”  You were begging, his dick was pulsing. “Please, please, please Daddy.”  

Daveed groaned again. “Fuck, yeah. You want it?”

“Yeah!”

He started moving.  He thought he was going to pass out it felt so good.

“This shit feels so good, Linden.  You need it?”

“Fuck, yeah, Daddy.  Oh!”  Your arms had collapsed, and your cheek was getting pounded into the mattress as Daveed pistoned into you harder and harder. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

You were so fucking sweet that Daveed was about to paint your insides with his children. But he stopped, causing both of you to curse and pant into the silence. 

The throbbing of his dick and the clenching of your pussy pushed him over the edge, making him lose control and start pumping again. 

You knew he was trying to hold out and the thought that he couldn’t triggered your orgasm and you came, tears coursing out of your shut eyes as you moaned.

Daveed felt you cum with relief, because he was able to make sure you got yours; watching you cum was magnificent. But now it was his turn

“Where do you want it Linden?”

“On my ass Daddy.” You smiled back at him with glazed over eyes, still lost in sex land.

“Fuck!” He pulled out and fisted his cock, spurting all over your beautiful cheeks as he reached around for your sensitive clit. 

He relentlessly held you fast with his arm as you tried to run from the second orgasm that was triggered by his fingers and the feel of his cum dripping down your folds.

“Shit, Daveed!”  He chuckled evilly as you came apart again, leaning down to put his drenched fingers in your mouth.  You made eye contact with him as you sucked his cum off them, and he was almost hard again. Damn.

He collapsed on his back and watched as you lay on your stomach and closed your eyes.

“Looks like we both need a shower now…”

You opened your eyes, and his heart clenched. You were so pretty. So purely Linden.

“Damn, I Love you girl.”  

“I love you too, Daveed.”  You bit your lip at the emotion. “We probably need to shower separately because….. we'll miss our flight.” He knew what you meant.

Daveed frowned.  “You’re not wrong, but we can save time and water if we shower together. I promise I won’t try anything but get squeaky clean.”  He was not trying to have this togetherness end so soon.

You couldn’t help but smile.  You were doomed.  You sighed, gave him a peck and made your way to the shower, him hot on your heels.

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You boarded the flight back to NYC the same way you boarded the 3 and a half hour flight to PR, with you and Daveed running to the gate to board just in time.

You settled into first class, this time eagerly snuggling up to him in the blanket from jump.  You were whispering and giggling together.  Daveed looked at you and knew what you were thinking.

“Before you say it, let’s wait and join the mile-high club for when we’re not with our friends.”  You peeked through the divide in your seats to find Craig and Rafael behind you. Craig stuck his tongue out at you.

“Yeah, you right. I don’t wanna hear it from this crew.”  

You cuddled happily, on your phones and taking selfies, posting them separately to IG.  Even though you didn’t post the pics of you two together, the fact that Rafael photobombed both of the ones you posted gave the connection away. 

When you deboarded at JFK about 8 o’clock, you and Daveed brought up the rear of the group, not walking slowly, not wanting the weekend to end.  By the time you got to baggage claim, Rafa and Jas and Ant were walking out to the cars that were waiting for them. 

“See you later guys! Thank you again for everything.”  You hugged the Martinez coupled as they went back to Brooklyn.

“Catch you tomorrow Cash.”  Daveed gave Rafael dap and you gave him a hug as he departed.

Craig was at the baggage carousel, just waiting to order the uber for you and he to go back to his place. You were very quiet, lost in your thoughts.

“.....Rafa and I have a late lunch meeting at 1 tomorrow and then rehearsals start Wednesday through Friday at the new venue. Then we have the weekend off and shows start up again next Tuesday. What does your week look like Lindy?”  Daveed wasn’t going to let you slip away from him, physically or mentally.

“Well, I have this Bar exam study session tomorrow afternoon, and I really need to cram for the exam next month. And… oh shit, I have this event  for the law firm I’m clerking at in the fall on Saturday. It’s sort of like an introductory mandatory thing. Black tie.”

Daveed looked at you. “So, I guess you already have a date for that.”

You snapped out of your funk and caught the tone.  “Yeah, I do.” You fought a smile and Craig started shaking his head as he looked at his phone.

“Oh.”  Daveed rocked on his heels and watched for his bag on the carousel.

You tapped his arm and smiled at him, nodding your head toward your cousin. “It’s him.”

Daveed made eye contact with Craig who laughed at him.  

“Sounds dope.” He was very relieved.

“Well, about that Lindy…..” Craig had some news.  “Brian is coming to visit next weekend.  Imma fly my baby out!”  He took in your shocked face.  “What?” 

“Nothing. You grown. And you’re ditching me. That’s always cool.”

Craig shrugged.  “What you won’t do for love.”

Daveed agreed. “So it sounds like you need a date.”

You turned back towards him, a smile on your lips.

“Yeah, sounds like it. You think Rafael is free?”

Daveed bent his head and shook it.  “What time do I need to pick you up, Linden.”

You perked up at the dom voice, and replied immediately. “8 pm.”

“Done.”

“Perfect, and pack a bag, you can stay with Daveed so Brian and I can have the place to ourselves.”

“What makes you think that I want to stay with him, or if he even wants that? You can’t just…”

Daveed interrupted you.  “You’re welcome anytime, Baby Girl.”

You shivered. “Okay…” you almost said, ‘Daddy,’ but you didn’t. Not in front of Craig.

��It’s settled then.” Craig grabbed his bag and you reached for yours, but Daveed grabbed it before you could take it.

You walked out to where you and Craig’s uber waited and the car the Daveed had ordered waited.  Daveed loaded your suitcase after Craig put his in the trunk and got in, giving you two some privacy.

“Text me when you get home.  I’ll call you later, maybe facetime.”  Daveed felt something crazy in his chest at the thought of leaving you.

You nodded and tried to smile up at him, tears pricking your eyes. “I will. I might text you in the uber?”  You didn’t want to be away from him yet.

“Yeah, yeah. Do that. I’ll see you in four days.”

“Just four.” You searched his eyes.  “Ugh! I love you Daveed.”

“I love you too, Lindy.”  You reached up for a kiss and he picked you up to meet him. He put you down and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Bye.”

“Bye.”  You waved as he walked toward the black SUV.  You opened the door and then you saw him look back at you, eyes in full puppy dog mode.

You got in the uber, and Daveed got his bag situated and entered the back of the car.  He looked back and saw your uber pull out, his driver waiting for it to pass.  Then, he heard a knock on the other window.

The window rolled down and Daveed peered out at you, smiling.

“Did you mean it when you said I was welcome anytime?” Your smile was irresistible.

“Get that ass in this car, Baby Girl.” 

“Yes, Daddy.”

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Fresh Squeeze  Ch. 10

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: This chapter is chock full of nuts, hehe. Minors DNI, 18 + ONLY, RPF, Cursing, implied drug use (marijuana), Anthony Ramos, Fluff,  Angst, denial, lots of Plot. SMUT,  2.5 graphic sex scenes,(very) soft Dom! Daveed, oral (m-f recieving) shower sex, very light bondage, Truth or Dare, unprotected sex (wrap it when you tap it folks), hair braiding.

Word Count: 7.2 K 

Plot: It’s Linden’s birthday weekend and she is falling for Daveed. She is starting to freak out and I am trying to get them off the island, but I love words and I needed these words today, y’all.

Smut under the cut.

Previous Chapter

The ride home was hot as hell, you and Daveed making out like teenagers in the back of the Uber.

You were on his lap, grinding on him and edging yourself the entire way back to the beach house. He just sat back and watched, the only clue that he was affected being his slightly open mouth. Both of your crotches were soaked by the time you got out of the car.

When the car stopped, you got out and ran into the house.  But as the cold air conditioning hit you, you sobered a bit and stopped Daveed in the great room as he tried to pull you toward your room. The doubts were creeping in.  

What were you doing?

But you weren’t prepared for a full stop.

“Let’s go to your room instead.”  

The look in your eyes told Daveed that you were spooked and he knew this was about control, but he was confident he would wear you down, wear you out, whatever it took.

“Cool with me.” 

Daveed smiled and grabbed your ass and tapped your thigh so you’d jump. He held you like that and walked you into his room.

He put you down inside the door and then left you to go to the bathroom. You heard the shower start.

“My room. My rules. Strip. We’re getting in the shower.”

You hesitated just a second, but when Daveed’s dick popped out of his pants, you took your shorts off and then flung your red top on the bed, making your way as he backed into the bathroom.  

You were focused on his bobbing and weaving member, and you remembered how you hadn’t gotten a chance to taste it yet.

He stopped outside of the shower and motioned with his finger. 

“Turn around.  Hands on the counter.” 

You obeyed, turned and placed your hands on the vanity, watching as Daveed kneeled behind you and as he grabbed your ass, rubbed it then, pulled your thighs apart and watched his see drip out of you.

He sat back and stroked his dick to the sight for about a minute as you squirmed above him, then peeked back at what he was doing. When you saw his thick dick in his hand you moaned and turned away again, your pussy fluttering and giving him a show.

He leaned over, kissed your ass, and then stood up.

“Lets go.”

He led you into the shower, pushing you against the wall and putting his hands all over you, smoothing the water into your skin and rubbing it in like lotion, using his fingers to clean between your legs while he stuck his tongue down your throat and pinched and rolled your right nipple.

It was like he was trying to envelop you and you had to catch your breath when he did.  He was unrelenting in his attempt to possess you.

“Daveed…”

“Shhhh.”  

He put his hand over your mouth as he slipped three fingers inside you and used his thumb to rub your clit.  He watched your face almost lovingly as you came to the brink of another orgasm.  And when he felt you begin to pound, he stopped, backed up a little and sank to his knees again.

He lifted your thigh and put it over his shoulder, finally about to show you exactly how he could take you apart and put you back together.

“I’ve been waiting to taste you for so long.”  

You smiled down at him while you ran your hands through his hair.

“Me too.”

He grinned up at you, adorable and dangerous.  

“Later.”

Then, he looked at your pussy and got serious.  

“Hello, my lovely.”  

His hot breath mixed with your own natural wetness made you weak, and when his tongue met your clitoris, your knee gave way, but Daveed supported you with his hand as he swiped up and down between your lips, swirling at your clit and plunging into your hole.

You were already sensitive, so when he added his fingers to the mix, it took no time at all to get you to cum while his lips were firmly attached to your clit, sucking and making you see stars.

When you opened your eyes again, he was standing, triumphant, watching your face.  He cupped your chin and rubbed your lips.

“You okay?”  

He looked and sounded so tender.

‘Yeah,” you smiled at him. “I’m great.

“We need those safe words, Lindy.  Have you thought about it?  What’s your word when you’re good, ready for what I have to give you?”

You smirked at him.

“Isabela.”

Daveed grinned back. Seemed fitting.

“And when you are at your limits?”

“New York.”  

Daveed frowned at that for a minute, because it seemed symbolic of something else.  But it was your choice.

“Alright, and right now, your word is…?”  

He wanted to be absolutely sure.

“Isabela, all the way. Sir.”

Daveed was incrementally changing from the soft, sweet man who was smitten with you to someone harder.

“Good Girl.”  You shivered.

“Now, I don’t expect you to have to safeword tonight, but down the road…” He looked at you, “If that’s what you want, you might need to.”

The thought made you giddy, and you nodded.

He grabbed you by your neck and pushed you into the wall again.

“Words, use your fucking words, Linden.” 

His voice was menacing in your ear as his other hand ruthlessly flicked your nipple.

“Yes, sir.”

He huffed and kissed your neck below your ear. Then, he grabbed his chain, which was still around your neck, and pulled you upright again.

“That’s what I love to hear. Now, kneel for me.  Show me exactly how much of a good girl you can be.”

You obeyed immediately, the hot spray of water at your back.  The tile floor was hard against your knees, but you thought he knew that.

You looked demurely up at his dick as you knelt, knowing not to make eye contact as he sat down on the shower seat.

He took hold of your wet nipples and pinched them hard.

“Damn, I need to get you those clamps.  You would look amazing in them.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You were still staring at his cock. He kept twisting your nipples.

“You want it? You talked big game the night of the premier party.  Time to show out.” He leaned back and pushed his dick toward your face. 

“Go on.”

You smiled a little and reached for it, only barely able to close your hand around it and with two hands on it, you did not cover its length.

The moisture of the shower allowed you to slide and jerk him, twisting lightly up and down and running your thumb over his tiny slit when you reached the top.

Although you both were already soaking wet, you spit on it and kept your mouth open above it, allowing your saliva to drip down from your lips.

“Shit, you nasty Lindy. That’s that shit I love.” 

Daveed’s voice rumbled in your ears. You lowered your mouth and lapped up the thick moisture at his tip, his salty precum taste invading your senses. 

You continued to jerk him as your mouth descended, and you sat up, trying to take him all.  You couldn’t with just your mouth, but you continued to relax your throat and continued to rise from your knees until your nose was in the wet, curly hair at his base, and you were standing, bent in two, your ass in the air as you deep throated him.

Daveed put his hand on your head and held you there, cursing and moaning praises.

“THAT’s my fucking good girl. Fuck.  That mouth girl. That throat.”  

You coughed around him as you tried to breathe and he let you go.

He sagged back against the shower wall and looked up at you.

“You’re trying to turn me out.”

You grinned and got on your knees again. “Yes, Sir.” 

And you started going to town, opening your mouth and guiding him inside, deep throating, and bobbing, bringing him to the brink in no time.

You looked up at him as you felt his balls tighten and he released down your throat, trying not to sound like a little bitch.

When you sat back and licked your lips, Daveed closed his eyes and composed himself.

When he opened them, you were washing yourself, and he was eye level with your hand going between your own legs as you rotated and showed him the view from the front and the back.

Your smile was too cocky.

He stood up and turned off the water.

“Out. Now.”  He was trying to be hard, but damn, you were making him hard again.

He got out and handed you a towel and wrapped one around his waist as you exited the bathroom.

You stood in front of the bed, waiting.

“Such a good girl.  So outwardly obedient.  But I see right through you Linden.”

You looked up at him innocently. Daveed chuckled.

“Oh I know.”  He spied your red bandeau top on the bed. 

“Present your wrists.”  You held your hands out to him, while he grabbed your top and tied your wrists up in the red material.

“Sit down.”  You sat and looked up at him.  “What’s your word.”

“Isabela, Sir.”  He smoothed your wet hair.  

“Good girl.”

Daveed reached for the towel around you and pulled it away from your body.  He didn’t need to remove the towel for you to see that he was ready again.  But when he did, his dick was magnificent and the skin on it shined.

He grabbed your bound wrists and watched as your breasts rose as he raised them over your head and then pushed you down to the bed.

“Keep them there. Don’t move them. Or you will be punished.”

Even though you wanted to see what that was like, you nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s right. Be a good girl for me while I’m between your legs.”

The moan in your throat signaled to him that you were ready for him again.

His long form got between your thighs and he rested his head on your stomach as his large hand rubbed the skin up and down your body. Then, he raised up on his hands as he leaned down and started licking and sucking your skin from your nipples to your neck.

Daveed moaned and praised you telling you how good you tasted, so much so that you didn’t care that he was marking you up. And when he positioned the head of his hard cock at your entrance, you were more than ready.

You opened your legs wider and lifted them around his back as he pushed inside you, arms trembling to not bring them down around him.

“Gooooooood Girl. Fuck you feel so good.”  

Daveed buried his face in your neck as stroked, and you could feel him deep in your guts. You tried to hold your moans in until he told you, “Let me hear you, fuck I wanna hear you sing for me Lindy.” 

He was panting in your ear as he kept speeding up, hitting that spot staccato over and over.

And fuck all, you didn’t care if your friends were back yet, you screamed for him when Daveed worked you up to that crescendo, trembling and coming around him, gushing all over his cock.

“Good…. Girl…. Ohhhhh. Shit. Linden.”  

Daveed released your wrists and he was still trembling as you held him in your arms.  You rubbed his back.

You lay there for a good five minutes. Each totally ruined, but not admitting if to the other for different reasons.

Finally, Daveed got up and went to the bathroom.  You stretched as you heard water running and smiled as he came back into the room with a wet washcloth.

He tenderly cleaned you up and you then lay down beside you.

“What are you thinking Lindy?” Daveed was staring up at the ceiling.

You looked over at the clock. 2:40 am. 

You were thinking lots of things, but what you said was, “I’m thinking, I’m still at Isabela.” 

You looked over at Daveed’s gorgeous grin.

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A couple of rounds later, and you were finally spent.  You lay there and turned away from Daveed, getting snuggly under the covers.

“I’m going to take a nap, and I’ll be out of your hair in a few.”  You were on your way to dream land before you finished.

Daveed smiled and pulled you closer to him, becoming the big spoon to your little.

“Of course. No worries.” 

Daveed drifted to sleep, confident that you would be more rational in the morning.

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You awoke to sunlight in your eyes from Daveed’s view of the ocean. It was about 7 am according to the digital clock on the bedside table.

You’d stared at the view and smiled as you remembered the day before. Then you turned your head and saw Daveed sleeping. Something weird happened and you had to catch your breath.

Shit. The feels were coming for you. It took you almost five minutes to ease out the bed so he wouldn't wake up. Once you were out, you stopped to make sure he was still asleep.

You breathed a sigh of relief that you only heard his steady breathing and occasional snores. You weren't prepared to say good morning to Daveed. You needed to process last night.

You looked on the floor for your clothes and saw the trail to the bed: shorts closest to the door, and panties on the floor at the edge of the bed where Daveed had pulled them off. 

You shivered at the memory and then got down on your hands and knees and collected both garments, stopping at the edge of the bed for your panties.  

Your top was under the pillow that Daveed was resting on, and you sat back on your haunches to figure out if you could get it. It was placed so that you couldn’t possibly retrieve it without waking him up.  

You took a few seconds to watch him sleep before you decided that was creepy and not what you were on. So, you pushed down the urge to kiss his delectable lips and started crawling backwards toward the door.  

You saw his black t-shirt from last night beside you, grabbed that and stopped to put it on. His clothes were turning out to be so clutch on this trip.

You slowly stood up and checked again to make sure he was still in dreamland, turning the knob so as not to make a sound.  Now to make it back to your room without anyone seeing you.

You creeped out into the great room, not seeing anyone and breathing a sigh of relief.  You stopped in the kitchen to get a drink of water, confident that you wouldn’t get caught. You got a glass and some water out of the fridge and stood at the sink to drink it, thinking of last night. 

Your eyes got big when Rafael walked in the front door and came straight for the kitchen.

“Sup." 

Rafa nodded in your direction as you froze in place. He came around the island behind you to the fridge and cabinets and got some milk and cereal. He looked to be fully dressed from the night before. He just got in.

You raised your eyebrow at him, finished drinking and put the glass down as he just went about the business of making a bowl of Cap'n Crunch.

"Hey, knucklehead. You want a bowl?"

You looked at him like he was crazy.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you. You want a bowl of cereal?"

Rafael was holding out a bowl to you, waving it impatiently because you wouldn't take it.

You took it and made the cereal, giving him a side eye.

"Why are you calling me a knucklehead?"

Rafa sat down beside you and grinned. 

"Because I see that you are trying to run from a relationship with Diggs, despite the fact y’all are perfect for each other...."

You interrupted him, panicked at his words.

"It's not like that. It’s not a relationship. We're not a thing. We're just... not perfect for each other. Nothing happened last night. We’re just friends."

It was Rafa’s turn to side eye.

"Oh, nothing happened?" He gave you another side eye. "Not to be rude, but where’d those hickeys come from?”

You grabbed at your neck. Fuck!

Rafael just grinned at you.

You couldn't help but laugh at Rafa’s read.

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Daveed woke up to the sound of talking and laughter outside his room.  He looked over to see you gone and realized that yours was one of the voices he’d heard outside.

He lay in bed for a few minutes and stretched, listening to the tones of the conversation that he could hear over the waves.  Daveed recognized Rafa’s voice and began to wonder why you were out there instead of in bed with him.

He pulled on some sweats and headed out of his room. He found you, wearing his shirt, sitting at his kitchen island and eating cereal with Rafa. You were cracking up.

Rafael looked up at him, torn away from his banter with you.

"Morning Diggs."

Daveed just looked at him.

"I was just telling Lindy that when she's done with you, she should get with me, cause I’m like the better B side...."

You laughed. Daveed didn't.

Rafa could tell that he wasn't feeling it.

"Chill bro. I'm just joking. I'd never do that.  The code."  

Daveed continued to look at you and Rafa could feel the chill in the room.

"And he wasn't even talking about anything like that. Besides, I don't like him like that." 

You didn’t know why you were trying to convince Daveed. You didn’t need to explain yourself to him. Did you?

Rafael put his hand over his heart, injured. Then, he asked a question, trying to help the situation.

"But who DO you like like that?" 

He raised his eyebrow and nodded toward Daveed.

You looked at Rafael like he was crazy. 

"ANNNYYYYYWAYYYYY..." You gave Rafa the evil eye.

"Because I told Rafael that THIS," indicating you and Daveed,  "is not a thing. That I'm not looking for a thing. No things. Nothing is going on."

Daveed and Rafael gave each other a look, and all was understood. The tension was as thick as molasses.

"Well, I might just have to call adult protective services, cause somebody tore my friend’s arms and back up last night, ha ha ha….” Rafa’s laughed trailed off.

You nervously glanced at Daveed’s bare chest and torso, willing your eyes not to sweep down his body while Rafael put his hand up to high five Daveed, who left him hanging, and who was still staring at you.

Rafael cleared his throat. This was serious.  He tried to be rational, but still light.

"Ok. Over/under.  How long before this 'nothing' becomes  SOMEthing?"

"6 Months."

"Never!"

You and Daveed spoke at the same time. And you were still staring each other down.

"Like I said. Knuckleheads.  Y'all are perfect for each other."

You put your spoon down and nodded toward Daveed’s room. 

“Let’s talk, Daveed.”

“Cool.” 

You could tell he was keeping it together in front of Rafa. You’d had it with Daveed’s indignance.

“Use your words!” 

You both ignored Rafa as you went back in Daveed’s room.

As soon as the door closed, Daveed moved closer to you. You stood your ground, ever the fighter.

"Why did you say that to Rafa about us being a thing in 6 months?" You were beginning to feel as if this weekend was a huge mistake.

"Why did you think we were never going to be together again after last night? How could you just leave without saying goodbye, good morning, or even good luck?" 

Daveed couldn't believe you, but he felt like a child right now begging for attention.  Chasing you was exhausting. 

"Daveed. Last night is done. And we’re still here together for the weekend. We would talk again.  Don’t tell me you want more? It will just be more sex. We’re both not really ready for a relationship. Yesterday was full of sexual tension and last night took care of it.”

You raised your chin, determined. Daveed could not bully you into a relationship.

He crossed his arms. You noticed the marks you’d left on them. You flushed to think of the details of the night before. It was very nice, but as much as you wanted it, it couldn’t happen again the same way.

"Ok then, leave my room. Now." 

Daveed was just as determined. You could not just will these feelings away because they were inconvenient. And he could tell that you were responding to him, so he was calling your bluff.

"I will!" 

You didn’t move. You just stared up into Daveed’s brown eyes, becoming moist all over again. Shit.

"Go!" 

Daveed fought to control a smirk through his deepening voice.  Blood was pulsing toward his groin, and his heart rate was increasing. He was doomed. You both were.

You narrowed your eyes, realizing what he was doing. He was standing in front of you and you refused to go around him.

“Move!”

"Bye!" Daveed walked to the door and held it open. He looked out and saw that no one was in the vicinity of his bedroom door. "Peace. Have a nice life, I'm going back to bed."

As you neared him, Daveed quipped, "And give me my damn shirt back."

You were red hot mad.

"Take your fucking shirt! Asshole!"

You pulled it up over her head, taking the shirt off even though you didn't have anything on underneath.  You threw it at him.

Daveed caught it, threw it down on the floor, closed the door and grabbed you, kissing your mouth and moving to your neck, biting along the way.  You attacked him back, grabbing at his sweatpants as he tore your shorts open and pulled them down.

You smacked you on your ass hard, making you even wetter than the second before, stooped down and threw you over his shoulder as he took you back to the bed.

He threw you down, and you lay there, panting, looking up at him as if you wanted to commit violence.  So he asked you what kind.

“Do you want to fight, or fuck, Lindy?”

You gave him a devious half-grin, and you opened your legs, lay back and started massaging your breasts and pulling on your nipples. 

“Fuck me Daveed, before I do it myself.”  

You moved your hand, out two fingers in your mouth and moistened them with your tongue, and reached for your clit, managing to circle it a couple of times while rolling your nipple with the other hand before Daveed grabbed your hand and flung it away as he lined up to your cunt.  

Now his long fingers were rubbing your clit exactly how you liked it, only taking a day to learn your body. Your head lolled back, anticipating his entrance, but he slapped your clit and your head perked up.

“What did I tell you last night?  Watch this shit Linden. You really trying to run away from this?”  

You opened your mouth and panted as you watched him slowly breach you, your body eagerly accepting him and stretching around his girth.  It took a few seconds for him to bottom out, but when he did, he met your cervix.

You chirped as he made contact with that spot deep inside you and met his eyes as he gazed at your face. The morning sunlight added another dimension to the way you looked as he made you fall apart.

He pulled back out and you looked back down, witnessing your cream covering his cock. 

“Damn, that’s gorgeous. I don’t care what you say, your shit is made for me.”

And then he grabbed your neck and pinned you back on the bed, and you smiled as he expertly applied pressure to the sides of your neck. He increased the speed incrementally until he was steadily stroking into you.

“Harder. Faster.”

He squeezed your neck and responded, his hips stuttering a little at your request.

“Remember you don’t run this shit, Linden.”  

He almost gave in as he saw your slack look as his cock swelled within you.  You moaned and arched your back.

“Please. Sir. Harder. Faster. Just four strokes and I’ll cum immediately.” 

You knew he wouldn’t be able to hold for four strokes; the challenge was the trick.

“Fuck!” 

Daveed grunted and tried to hold back. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold to just four strokes either. Just imagining pounding you good four times and then trying to stop had him leaking inside you and his face contorted.

The evidence of what your words were doing to him got you closer, and your body responded. When Daveed saw your eyes begin to roll back in your head, he decided to give you what you wanted.

“Okay, okay. I can do that. Here you go.”  

Daveed released your neck and grabbed your thighs, pulling them toward him and then pushing them back for better purchase. He was done for when you started to count.

“One…..two… holy fuck…. Th-threeeee…. F-f-f-four….” 

Your voice and the straight sensation of your pussy futtering around him had him pounding you well beyond the requested amount.

“Gotdamn!”

“Ohhhhhhhhh!”  

You both came, one after the other.  You both didn’t know who came first because the sensations were so intense and close together. 

Daveed rolled off of you and leaned on his pillow.

You both lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, and listening to the waves. After you both came down, the feeling was awkward.

You spoke first, still staring at the texturized paint above you.

“So….”

Daveed cleared his throat, not looking at you either.

“Yeah…”  He sat up, and grabbed the sheet, sitting up against the headboard and staring at the waves.

You covered yourself up as well, and finally faced him, your head on your hand.

“I just need to think, Daveed. Like I said yesterday, I could fall for you. But I really don’t want to be hurt again.”  

Daveed looked down at you. The way you looked up at him.  Those eyes.

“But what if I’ve already….” he stopped himself. All good things come to those who wait, he thought.  He rubbed his face.

“Shit Lindy, you’re right.”  Then he smiled, looking cool and confident, using his acting skill despite the turmoil going on inside him.

“Listen LIndy. I don’t want to stress you. And I don’t want to pressure you either. But I want you. I don’t want just a friends with benefits situation. I want more.  Because I think I-.”

You interrupted him.

“Daveed, I’m not closing the door completely, but I came because I want to have a fun, stress free birthday weekend.” You lowered your eyes. 

“I know you want me. And… I want you too. Last night, just now… If I let myself, I would be sprung.”

Daveed grinned, almost blinding you.

“Then let go. I’ll accommodate your addiction.” 

He spread his arms and the sheet drifted below his v-cut and you almost...

But you just laughed and shook your head. 

“We’d stay in here all weekend.” 

You met his eyes boldly, which was a mistake.  You looked away, things pounding on you that didn’t need to be again right now. 

“I think I need to go drink some water instead.” 

Daveed’s eyes swept down your body. He grunted.

“Yeah, you probably do need to do that. As many times as you…”

“Alright Diggs!” 

You raised your voice a little so he would stop talking. He was laughing at you. And himself. He wanted to barricade you in here with him. But he needed to chill.

“If you want me, if you want more, can you hold on with me a little longer? I’m not trying to waste your time. Just a little more time and space.”  You smiled at him hopefully.

He would do anything for you. He grabbed your hand, thumb stroking the soft skin on the back.

“Yes Linden, I’ll hold on. Because this conversation is not over.” 

And he brought your hand up to his lips, leaving a fire brand on your palm. You opened your mouth and silenced your moan.

“Listen, I’m not trying to run away, but I better get out of here before…”

Daveed lowered your hand gently back to the bed.

“I get it. You’re free to go. Have a good morning, friend.” 

He laughed and grinned at you as you stood up and gathered your clothes.  He shifted to watch you.

“Daveed!” 

You exclaimed, somehow feeling shy. Holding your shorts to your body.

“What? Darlin, I‘ve seen everything you’ve got. And this might be the last time I get to see it, so…”  

He continued to boldly look at you, like he was memorizing a script.

The words he said caused you to pause.  

“Is that what you want?  That if I don’t want a relationship, you don’t want sex?”

Daveed sighed. 

“As much as my dick would hate me if that was what my brain decided, I’d have to say so, Lindy.  Because now my heart’s involved.”

He finally stopped staring at you and looked out to the sea again.

“Good to know.” 

You couldn’t describe the feeling in your chest as you pulled on your shorts, and then reached under his pillow to grab your top, leaving his shirt on the floor.

“Can I… just…” 

You were pulling on your top, and he shifted, a smile playing on his lips. You smacked his shoulder and he gave you a stern look. You smiled back at him and then kissed the spot you’d hit. You didn’t see Daveed close his eyes and take a deep breath.

“So I’ll see you later?” 

Why were you so fucking uncertain about everything?

“See you later Lindy.” 

Daveed was looking out at the sea again, giving you nothing. You were in turmoil as you left his room, the short walk of shame made easier by the fact that no one was in the great room. 

----

You went back to your room with two bottles of water and showered. Then, you drank and fell into bed, physically and emotionally exhausted.

When you were back up around 11, everyone was milling around eating, talking, laughing, joking and no one paid much attention to you when you entered the room.

Not Rafa, who knew some of what was going on, which was so dope of him, and not even Daveed.

Daveed not paying attention to you made you feel some kinda way, even though you knew he was giving you space.

You checked Daveed out of the corner of your eyes as you joked around with Ant about the concert and noticed that D’s hair was in a not too attractive looking fro.

You let Craig tell you about the guy he hooked up with last night as you watched Daveed and Rafa talk.

----

Daveed and Rafael were talking about the events of the morning.

“.... I could tell that girl is spooked.” Rafa glanced at you over Diggs’ shoulder.  

“We know she’s been hurt, but she is skittish man. But you two would be so good together.”

Daveed nodded and drank his juice. “How does she look?”

Rafa chuckled and shook his head. You were wearing a white bikini top and white sweatpants. That fit well in the right places.

“You’re screwed. She looks fucking amazing.”

Daveed smiled, hopeless.

“Yeah, she’s been cut deep. But she is the most exhausting thing I’ve done since college, man.” He shook his head. “I’m might be done chasing her.”

“Riiiight. Well, here she comes, homie.”

Daveed’s eyes bugged out before he composed himself.  Rafa’s poker face was set.

“Good morning Linden Marie. How are you?”

You grinned at Rafa.  “I’m great Rafael Santiago.” Then, you turned to Daveed.

“What’s up with your hair?”

“Well, this sounds like a sensitive subject.” Everyone was moving out toward the pool, and Rafa went to join them.  “I’ll leave you to it.”

Daveed laughed and then looked back at you.

“You throwing shots now?”  

Daveed looked at you, close to the way he did before last night, but with a hidden something extra.

You laughed back.  “No, it just looks like….”

“Like I forgot to pack my shampoo and conditioner.”  He tried to run his hand through it, unsuccessfully.  “I had to use Rafa’s and it dried out my hair.”

You looked at him sympathetically. 

He looked back, insecure now. “No biggie, I’ll just throw it in a puff.”  He hated pulling his hair back after months of doing it for Hamilton. The grimace on his face told you what you needed to know.

“Meet me on the couch in five minutes. My products are always in my carry on. I learned that lesson a long time ago. I’ll braid your hair for you.”

Daveed looked uncertain. “You know how to braid hair?”

Something in your eyes got him when you answered his question. 

“I had a brother. Who idolized Allen Iverson.” You sighed wistfully.  

“So yeah, I know how to braid hair.” 

You reached up, “Can I?” 

Daveed whispered his assent. “Yeah.”

You fingered his hair, as if you hadn’t memorized how it felt when he was between your legs last night. 

“Your curls are like Dell’s were.”  You looked him in the eyes. “Straighbacks?”

“That would be...Dope.”

“Cool. Be right back.”  Daveed watched you retreat into your room.

------

Five minutes later, Daveed was sitting on the floor in front of the couch in the living room, watching everyone else out on deck while A Love Supreme played on the sound system.  D had cued it up while he waited.

Between your legs felt like home, the roar of the ocean coupled with Coltrain relaxed him so much that he was nodding off before he knew what was happening.  When his head hit your thigh, he jolted awake and said, “Sorry.

You chuckled and responded.  “It’s okay Diggs,” I know you’re exhausted.  You were up all night.”

You grinned. He could tell.  

“Go ahead and use me as a pillow.  No biggie.”

Daveed grinned out toward the waves. He loved the smile in your voice. Then he turned and started lightly punching your thigh. But not enough to hurt. 

“The fuck are you doing!!!???” You popped him on the shoulder with the comb.

“Ow!” He rubbed his shoulder. You’re going to get enough of hitting me little girl.” 

The tone of his voice gave you a thrill, but you were cool.  

“You said to treat you like my pillow.”

“You’re taking my hospitality too far.  I meant if you needed to lay your head on my leg it was okay.”

“Alright I’ll chill.”

He took out his phone and opened notes.  You knew that he knew you could see it. 

“Oh my God. You really still have that list?”

“Yeah.”

8. Into spanking.  Me.  

You started rolling laughing.

“I’m done.”

Daveed laughed along and enjoyed the playful banter between you.  

Yeah. This could be great relationship he thought.

“Ok, Ok.  I’m done..”

You started to part his hair again and then stopped and rubbed your leg, just a little heated.  

“You’re gonna leave marks… I mean, more marks.”

Daveed sat up a little straighter thinking about that.  He’d love to keep you marked up good. Let everyone in the world know…. 

When he cleared his throat, you realized what you’d said and sneaked a peek at him. His eyes were closed, tongue running across his bottom lip.

Then he cleared his throat again and looked up at you.  Those huge eyes truly apologetic. 

“Sorry.” 

The timbre of his voice and the nearness of him was almost too much.  

“You want to stop?”

You tried not to gulp. Don’t ever stop, you thought.  

But you said, “Boy, your hair is halfway braided.”

“What? You saying I can’t rock it?” The smile.

You sucked your teeth and firmly turned his head back around toward the glass doors. He could rock anything, even a paper bag.

“I’m not going to let you go out like that.  I’M not going out like that. This is my handiwork.”

You shared a laugh and fell back into silence.  Each in your own thoughts which were probably very similar.

“Man, the surf sounds dope.  I need to work this sound into a track…”  

Daveed leaned his head over, to hear the roar better.  He appreciated the hum of approval from your throat.

------

Before he knew it, you were done.

“There you go! All done.”

Daveed did not move to get up quickly.  Instead he sat there and said, “Thank you Linden.” 

He looked over to see the goosebumps on your thigh.  You were just as affected by him as he was of you.  Suddenly he was rock hard and ready to finally have your taste on his lips again.

“You’re welcome, D.” 

Your voice was soft and husky.  He knew what you needed. Daveed turned his head to the left and kissed your kneecap. 

He could see it shake a little bit, as he raised his right arm to capture your left leg and kissed it again as he shifted around to turn to face you.  He was on his knees before you, watching you watch him as he licked a stripe up your thigh with his tongue, bringing him closer to your center.

You shivered your legs closer, then softly moaned as he held eye contact with you and then released them open.  He could feel the humid warmth from between your legs as he sucked hickeys into the sensitive skin near your crotch.

Daveed looked up at you and as you nodded, he pulled your shorts to the side revealing the prettiest lips he remembered seeing, dewey and glistening with your excitement. 

He whimpered a little bit, and dove in for the prize, wanting nothing more than to hear you come undone by his tongue. You tasted like…. Air?

-----

Someone was shaking his shoulder. 

“Daveed. Daveed! We’re done.” You were laughing at him. What the fuck?

“Wake up Diggs. I’m done with your hair.” 

Your giggly voice was making him alert.  

I can’t believe I was about to have a wet dream. Am I 14 or 41,  Daveed thought.  He could not move and let you see his condition.

“Move Daveeed. I need to stand up.”

He pretended to be more asleep than he actually was. 

“Hand me that pillow there, I’m going to stretch out. And that throw.”

“On the floor?” You asked, as he nodded and stretched out, facing away from you. 

“Why not?”  he, asked.

“I don’t know. But if you like it, I love it.”  

You threw the throw and one of the decorator pillows that were on the couch to him.  As you went to the deck doors and stretched, looking out at the coast. Then you took your sweats off, revealing a glorious thong bottom to your bikini. 

“I’m going to get some sun.

“Thank you for doing my hair Linden.”

You turned and dazzled him with a smile.

“No problem, Daveed. Get some rest.” 

He watched as you closed the door and went outside. 

It was just Saturday. Your birthday was Sunday and you weren’t leaving until Monday.  

He would get no rest while you were on this island with him.

----

The crew played pool and different games throughout the night. And drinking from the various bottles they bought in town. You were having a ball. 

You and Daveed were circling each other, not wanting to break the vibe of fun with their friends.

“It’s late.” It was 2 am and you were tired. From the tension.

"One last game.  Let's play Truth or Dare.”  Everybody groaned. 

“How old are we Rafael?”  

Ant stood up and swayed on his feet, hands clenched in front of him as if he was going to fight. He was lit.

“You, Sir, are apparently 13 years old.” 

Rafa looked around, challenging you.  

“What?  Grown folks can’t handle it?”

"Okay, okay," said Daveed. “But let’s take a break, and get some water and food to sober up a bit. 10 minutes.” 

Everyone agreed. You went to your room to pee and came out to see Daveed, Rafa, and Jasmine huddled up in the kitchen as you grabbed something to drink. You didn’t think anything of it.

“House rules. Players must perform the dare they are given, or truthfully answer the question asked. You can’t change your minds about choosing ‘truth’ or ‘dare.’ The spare bedroom is in play. Rafa pointed to the door closest to the living room.

“Okay, Anthony, as the youngest, you are the questioner.  Choose someone for truth or dare.”

Anthony looked around at everyone’s face.  

"Alright.  The first person I'm going to ask is… you, Rafa. Verdad o reto?”

Rafa shook his head and said, "Verdad."

“Bueno." 

Anthony bent his head to his fingers, trying to think of a good one.

“Ooooh! I got it!  Have you ever been involved in a threesome or orgy?”

Jasmine pushed Anthony’s  head.

“The fuck is wrong with you,” but she turned to Rafa with her eyebrow raised.

Rafa blanched, and then looked up and to the left.

“Whatttttt?” Jasmine’s mouth was open and you were wide eyed.  

Anthony was rolling laughing and when Linden looked over at Daveed, who was sipping his drink and looking away.

“Yes. Okay, next question.” Rafael tried to hurry the game along.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!” Jasmine jumped up with her arms out, yelling.

Ant was right there with her.  “When, where, how… and WHO????”

“He told his truth, let’s move on.”  

Daveed was trying to change the subject. Now Lindy was staring at him and he was avoiding his eyes.  Oh, she would find out.

“OH. HELL!”  Anthony was jumping up and down on the couch.  “You GOTTA tell me later Bro…”

Rafa’s poker face was king.  “Everybody calm down. We ready?”

“Ok, Jasmine. Truth or Dare.”

Jazzy looked around. She knew the deal with this crew.

“Dare!”

“Seven minutes in heaven…”

Anthony didn’t even let him finish.

"That's easy.  C'mere baby." 

Anthony extended his hand to Jasmine. Who laughed, stood up and took his hand and went into the guest bedroom with him.

“That’s just lazy, Rafa.”

Cash shrugged.  “Jas may or may not have bribed me.”  He took a joint out of his pocket.

Daveed chuckled and leaned over to you.  

"So, what are you thinking?  Truth? or Dare?"

You didn’t answer, just stared at the door to the guest bedroom.

The door opened and Jasmine came out followed by Anthony with his curls messed up and silly grin on his face.  He gave Rafael dap.  

“Thanks, bro. Jasmine remained standing and winked at Anthony.  She blew him a kiss.  

“Daveed.”

He sat up.  Jasmine asked, ”Truth or Dare?”

Daveed looked at you, and so did everyone else.

Suddenly, you knew this was a set up. And that whatever he chose would involve you. 

So what would it be? Truth? Or Dare?

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Damage, Pt. 2

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Holly Woods

Word Count: 3.8 K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF  Read at your own risk. Pining, angst, FWB, graphic sex, protected sex, talk of getting tested for STD’s, Krispy Kreme, and all the feels.

A/N: It’s my birthday and I missed Rafa and Holly, so I wrote my own deliverance. At this point, these two are so oblivious, it isn’t funny. This happens just after Last Christmas.

This December adventure began early that morning, as Daveed and Rafa taught your writing classes and then hosted a Holiday showcase for your kids. 

They donated their time and talents as a favor for you. It was so damn cute and thoughtful that you’d thanked Rafael and then kissed him under the mistletoe. Almost as if you were in a relationship.

Almost.

You weren’t in a relationship, however. You’d only shared two nights together, as friends who fucked, and you had an understanding that it wouldn’t be any more than that. Rafael and you had an agreement to service each other for the time being, no commitment, no feels. 

And who were you to him? He was a creative, a star who could jet off around the world in a moment’s notice for a glamorous affair.  You were just a school teacher who worked every day in LA. Rafael would never want you for his girl. So this situationship served a utilitarian purpose, not a romantic one. 

After the kiss, Rafael’s mind was whirring. He slowly backed away and checked the time, noticing that it was just after 9 pm. The night was young. He didn’t want the night with you to end. 

Rafael felt the urge to be with you again, but he didn’t want to push his luck. You were so dope and the fact that you didn’t know it made you even more so.  You were refreshing with your intelligence, adding to the facts that you did not give a fuck who he was, did not play to his ego, and did not want him to wife you.  

That last part was refreshing, but also troubling as he evaluated his feelings for you. But there were no feelings to be involved; you’d made that clear.  If he fell for you, you’d probably end it. You clearly didn’t want to be bothered with his lifestyle, and frankly, he didn’t deserve you. 

But he could possibly have tonight. It would be the last chance to be with you before you went to Houston to visit your family for Christmas, and the thoughts of you he’d had since Tuesday couldn’t wait another week.

You gathered yourself together and got your emotions in check.  You told yourself that you were just fond of him as a friend, but that’s where the sentiment ended.  You only had to repeat that to yourself about three times before your heart started to slow down.

Rafael smiled at you, crossing his legs and leaning on your desk while watching you work, finally getting your things together so that you could leave.  It had been a long day.

You were wearing your work clothes, white button down shirt, black pencil skirt and heels. Your Christmas cardigan had been discarded when you started cleaning up. That skirt was fit. ting.  Damn, that ass.  You were all covered up, but the clothes got him a little hard. 

You watched him watching you and gave him a smile that made his blue-greens light up.

“Did you have fun with my badass kids today?” 

Rafa laughed at your joke. He saw how much you loved your students. 

“They’re not bad. Some kids just need different ways to learn and show that they’ve learned. But you know that already.”

He shook his head at you. He could read you like a book.

“You try to pretend that you’re mean Ms. Woods but I know better. They wouldn’t love you so much if you were mean to them. Like young Timothy. He sure does love you a lot. You’re… what is it he called you?  His Cutie Pie?” Rafa looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. Timmy was his nemesis.

There was something in his voice that made you stop and look.  Could Rafa be jealous of a kindergartner?  Nah. But he was certainly worked up.

You smiled mischievously, walking towards him with some workbooks in your hand.

“I am ‘Mean Ms. Woods.’” 

You came close to him and leaned beside him to put the workbooks on your desk. Standing in front of him, your legs on either side of his, Rafael got caught up. He kept his hands clasped in front of him and eyes on you as you got close. But he couldn’t help but lean in, try to look down your shirt and kiss you on your neck.  

You stepped back before his lips made contact, teasing him.  The way he huffed and clenched his jaw got you going. That smoldering look and flashing green eyes always did.

You  definitely wanted to give him some, if he wanted, after what he had pulled off today for your kids.  You were happy that he seemed to want you too. But you were chilling. You wondered about other women in his rotation. 

You laughed a little and smiled, shaking your head at yourself.

“What?” 

Rafa smiled, seeing that you were flustered about something and hoping that something was him. He knew the cat and mouse game was just beginning.

It had been just three days but he was feening for you. Especially after seeing you with your kids this morning. You were something special. Someone he couldn’t let… He stopped his train of thought as you started talking.

“Timothy is a handful.  Mischievous, hella smart, quick witted. And a little charmer. He’s always trying to get a kiss. He has a ton of potential. Reminds me of someone else…” 

Rafael’s quick wit turned you the fuck on. Not to mention his face. And... Whew. Your thoughts were getting out of control. 

The way you were smiling at him made Rafa‘s heart leap. He tried to push the emotions down and just feel the physical.  But he did care about you. A lot. 

“Ok, enough about Timenstien.  Let’s talk about adult things…”  He just wanted to pick you up and carry you outta here the way you cocked your head at him.

“...Like the arrangement for benefits without borders. The tests, the shot… “ You just continued to stare at him.  When you licked your lips, Rafa put his hands in front of him to cover up his hard on.

You laughed again. “‘Benefits Without Borders,’ you should copyright that.”  

“Yeah, or call it, ‘FWB Raw’” Rafael had jokes.

You cracked up.  “I can’t with you, Rafa.”

Rafael’s face fell. “I mean your jokes, I can’t with your jokes. Sheesh.” 

You turned around to gather more books. Rafa fixed his face, but his eyes couldn’t leave your ass.

“Anyway, I already started the process. I went and was able to get an appointment Wednesday after school, so the shot should take effect next week.”

After the night you’d had Tuesday, you definitely wanted to experience that again. It was fortunate that your doctor had an opening on such short notice.

Rafa’s heart leapt when he heard that, but his face showed no emotion, just a cocked eyebrow when you turned back around.

“Word?”

“Word. Yeah, I’m actually leaving Sunday morning, Christmas Eve, and won’t be back until the 30th...So.”

“So…” Rafa’s eyes, they were changing colors on you. It put you off balance.

“So, if we go get the tests tonight, next week might be available for no barrier method benefits between friends  That is if you still want to….” You bit your lip. Rafa cleared his throat and you saw a smile playing around his mouth.

“Let’s think about the last time when that almost happened.” And he paused so you could go there. You had to lean on one of the children’s tables to think of the shower. You were most definitely wet right now.  

Rafa watched you as you had to open your mouth to breathe.Yes, he was definitely about to get some tonight. He wanted more than just sex, but right now he would take what he could get. Then your face changed to uncertainty.

“By the time I get back, you’ll probably have other plans for New Year’s weekend…”

Rafa was confused. “Nah, I’m going next door for Utkarsh and Naomi’s party… aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but you-- we-- might have dates or something.”

Ohhhhh. That’s what was up. Rafa nodded.  Shit.  You might have someone else in the rotation.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. True that.  There’s a couple of people, I mean. A few.”

Rafa was lying through his teeth, no one in his phone could hold a candle to you. Sure, they were ready, willing and able. But they were not you. And you didn’t have to know that.

“See, so…”

Rafa mourned the lost vibe.  He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, not caring how it looked anymore. You watched him and longed to have your fingers in his mane, but you were chilling.

“Look. The other night we said that this was a special deal between us. I don’t wanna tie you down.  We’ll just see how things go, I mean, you might hook up in Houston…” He watched you, waiting for you to deny it.

You didn’t deny it simply because you did not know how to say that the only one you wanted to take advantage of the situation was him. You just stared at him. When you didn’t say anything, he went on.

“...old flames, new boos, whatever.  The tests will be good information to have in any circumstance.  I say we go for it.”

"Let's get it!"

An hour later you were at the Krispy Kreme donuts on Crenshaw on the way to your place. You had already dropped your car off and were now chilling with the homie after getting tested for STDs. 

You were staring in the window of the bakery, watching the donuts getting that hot glaze now and licking your lips.  They were so tempting. You were thinking donuts and Rafa was thinking the same about your lips.

"I don't think these will help with my anemia."  Your little laugh was so cute to Rafa.

The only bad news you’d got from the blood tests was that you needed more iron. You were both clean and ready to go.

"Let's get some. That glaze does something to me. I just want to lick some of that creamy stuff from around that hole..." Rafa was staring at you while he spoke, the “Hot Donuts Now” sign casting an eerie red light on half of his face.

"You’re so nasty...." you giggled.

Rafael screwed up his face. 

"What? I'm talking ‘bout some donuts.  I don't know what you're talking about." Rafa felt irrationally happy being here with you. Because you were a great friend. Yeah, that was it.

You got a dozen and left on the way to your house.  You stole a donut while riding. You looked at him while licking your fingers.

You’d decided that you wanted to have him before you left, even if you had to use protection. After you ate the donut, you put your thumb in your mouth, sucked for a second, and removed it with a loud pop, still staring at Rafa.

He almost pulled over to the side of the road.  But he was determined. "Hmmmm." Was all he replied as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

You put your hand on Rafael’s knee and moved it up a few inches to his dick. It was appropriately swollen. You smiled and started stroking it through his pants.  You felt it get harder. 

"I’ve been thinking about you a lot tonight. What you did for the kids was so… It was nice. On the other hand, I can’t wait for you to fuck my throat."

Rafa almost choked on nothing. You always surprised him and made him feel like an insecure, horny teenage boy.  But he wasn't going out like that. You were just a few minutes from your place.

"You know what. I'd love to see those tits right now."

“Right now? While you are driving?”

“I’m grown. Been driving since I was 15. I got this.”

You giggled, but reached up and unbuttoned your shirt. Your breasts were bathed in the moonlight, sitting perky and upright in your sheer black bra. Holy fuck. Your nipples were calling to him.

He'd distracted you from his dick, but his mouth was watering.  All he wanted was to fulfill your dirty fantasies. He reached your apartment and turned off the car.  You leaned back against the window. Rafael turned towards you, appraising you impassively. He had to use his acting skills to seem calm. Damn, you had him twisted.

"Touch them for me."

You licked your lips at his command.

"But I think I still have some glaze on my..."

Rafa just stared at you.

You did as you were told and pulled your bra cups down, freeing your breasts.  You started feeling and pulling on your nipples.  Your eyes were half closed in ecstasy as you started moaning and fogging the windows of Rafa’s car. He was right there with you as he palmed himself through his pants and feasted his eyes on you for a few minutes.

He leaned over and took over your breasts with his mouth. He licked and sucked each of them, making you wet all over again.

“Mmmmm. So sweet.” He looked up at you, his breath fanning your face from below.

You giggled. “It’s the icing from the donut.”

“Nah girl, it’s just how you taste. Like the sweetest ambrosia.”

Damn, his words. Rafael Casal and his damn words. You just stared at him, speechless.

Rafael drew in a ragged breath and reached over to pull your bra up and button your shirt just enough to be decent going into your apartment. It was so tender. But in a no feels kind of way.

“Let’s go on up.”

Rafa peered into your soul. Sure, you wanted him. But was it really just for friendship and occasional dick?

“Eager, are we?”

His voice did something to you. The soft tenor and the earnestness of his requests of you made you melt. How did he do things to you without touching you? You didn’t want to analyze it too much, so you threw the question back on him.

“You’e not?”  Your challenge threw him off. He chuckled to hide his nerves.

“Yes, I’m eager Holly.  I’ve been thinking about the last time since the last time. I want you.”

You closed your eyes and licked your lips, trying to center yourself. “That’s cool.”

You reached for your bag and moved to get out of the car.

“Hold on,” Rafa moved quickly to get out and go around to open the door for you, his chivalry not unnoticed by you. Again, the little things made you want him even more.  This was not going to be good for your heart when he decided to move on.

You led the way to your place and started up the stairs to your apartment before him.

It seemed as if that ass was going left to right in slow motion as Rafael watched it intently. He shook his head to see if he was bugging. When you glanced at him over her shoulder, he knew.

He grinned at you and looked back at it when you turned back around, catching a glimpse of a garter belt on your thighs through the slit in your skirt as you climbed the stairs.

Holy fuck! He had to have you. He rubbed his fingers right before reaching out to verify, then drew them back, because it wouldn’t do to fuck you outside on the stairs of your apartment building.

Rafa gave you some space as you opened the door, but as soon as you were inside, he pushed you up against the wall, hands everywhere.  It seemed as if he’d waited forever and not just three days. You had him addicted. 

You moaned as Rafael started kissing down your neck to your cleavage, dropping your bags on the floor by your feet. He saw a peek of your black bra through your shirt. He remembered the garter set and had to see the entire affect. He backed up, taking you in from head to toe.

"You wanna take those clothes off, or do you want me to rip them off?"

You smiled. "I guess I'll choose the first option."

You slowly unbuttoned your blouse, and peeled the skirt from your hips. It was so seductive that by the time you were done, Rafa had undressed as well, his thick dick in his hands, getting it ready for you.

You stood before him, in a sheer black lace bra and garter set, with no panties. The fact that you had been like that all day under your clothes made him get even harder. And you were looking at what he was holding and licking your lips.

"You hungry?"

"Yes. Please."

"C'mere."

Rafael laid you down on the couch. He turned your head and filled your mouth as he stood at one end of the sofa. He used his free hand to twist and flick your rock hard nipples through your bra. Damn, he loved it when you moaned with his dick in your mouth.

“You like that Holly? This what you wanted?”

You were ravenous, stroking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth naturally. And you were busy, so you just nodded. Rafa continued to torture your nipples with one hand, but moved his other hand down to your clit, swirling insistent and concentrated circles around it.

You were so worked up that it did not take too long for him to manipulate an orgasm from you. “Damn, girl.” 

He was in heaven as you came with your mouth around his dick. Good thing, it muffled the sound. He was concentrating on not shooting off down your throat as he watched you, writhing in your garter set and licking his fingers, and then moving down to eat some of your delicious cream. 

Rafa held your hips down mercilessly as you fought your next orgasm.  He tongued you through it, taking all that you had to give him and successfully keeping you from running from it.

When he rose from between your legs, and wiped his face with the back of his hand, you looked as if you were going to sleep, your eyes vacant and rolling back in your head.  You were in shock from all the pleasure.

"Get that ass up."

You languidly obeyed and stood before him, eyes glowing and sexy ass lips smiling. Something in Rafael’s heart lurched and he couldn’t explain to anyone why. He was mad for some reason. 

Conflicted with different emotions, he just grabbed your waist and roughly turned you around, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back as he bent you over the arm of the couch.

You looked amazing in what you were wearing. He rubbed your ass before he smacked it, hard. Rafa was rewarded with a moan and an arched back. 

“Are you ready for this dick?” He smiled as he put the tip alllllmost in.

“Wait…”

Then he remembered.  “Shit.” 

He went into your bedroom, seeing your suitcase set up and mostly packed for the trip.  He brushed away the feeling that he had at what that meant and quickly went to your bedside table for a condom. He didn’t want to lose the vibe.

He came back into the living room to the sight of you still bent over, head resting on the couch cushion.  He stroked himself to full staff again, put the condom on, and lined up with your cunt.

“Still ready?” 

He didn’t have to ask as he heard your moan and felt you try to push back to take him.  He stilled your movement with this hand on your hip, wanting to prolong the anticipation.  His heart skipped a beat as you asked him for it.

“Please, Rafa, please give it to me…”

“Damn.”

He sank into you, none too easily. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. And so wet. I love to see you cream for me, Holly. Can’t wait to feel it again.” He couldn’t wait until you returned, so that he wouldn’t have to worry about condoms. That is if you hadn’t…

He brushed the thought of you with another man out of his mind and slapped your ass, angry again.  You whimpering beneath him had him almost out of control.  You, it seemed, were on the same page.

“Oh, Rafa.  I’m so close already. I’m going to….” Rafa just kept hitting that spot, making your knees buckle. You were grateful for the support of the couch arm.

“Fuck, Rafa… I’m gonna c-c-cummmmmm.” You started pounding around him, and he grabbed the back of your neck.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, fuck, fuck.” Rafa had no other words at the moment.

You were screaming into the couch cushion as he emptied his cum into the condom, his hips stuttering and erratic in their rhythm. 

He leaned over you and onto your back after he was spent, for just a few moments. Then, he straightened up and made his way to your bathroom to get rid of the condom. 

Rafael washed up a little and looked at himself in the mirror. It was hopeless.  He brought out a washcloth for you and found you curled up on the couch.

“Let me..” Rafa approached you to clean you up, and you let him, trying not to register the intimacy and tenderness of the act.  He was just being a good friend.

When he was done, you thanked him and went to the bathroom, shaking your head at yourself in the mirror. You felt helpless and a slave to the feelings that weren’t supposed to be there.

You made your way back into your bedroom, took off the garter and hose, and pulled on some sweats and a tee.

In the living room, Rafa was dressed as well. And standing by the door. Your heart sank a little. But you smiled and went toward him.

“Thank you, that was just what I needed after a long week. You headed out?”

Why didn’t you just invite him to stay over?

“Yeah, I better go. You probably have a ton to do before you leave.”

Rafael didn’t know how to say that he wanted to stay, but if he did, he would wind up saying too much. “Can I have a hug?” He needed you in his arms, just one more time.

You smiled at him. “Is it even a question, after what we just did?”

You were sad that he didn’t want really to hug, he just wanted to fuck. He was just being nice, but that didn’t keep you from burying your head in his chest and squeezing tight as you went into his embrace. 

Rafael inhaled the scent of your hair and closed his eyes as he cradled you, holding you close to his heart. “You have a safe trip, and a good time with your people. Merry Christmas again, Holly.”

Your eyes welled up as you kept your head in his chest. “I will, Rafa. Thank you so much again for today. It was everything. Merry Christmas, Rafa. Have a good one.”

You lowkey wiped your eyes on his shirt before you looked up at him and smiled. You gazed at each other for a minute before he let you go.

“See you in a few days. You know, maybe.” He fumbled for the doorknob behind him.

You laughed and smiled, catching his heart. “Yeah, see you next week. Possibly.”

“Bye Holly.” He’d finally found the doorknob and was backing out of it.

“See ya, Rafael.” You were shaking your head at him as you closed the door.

You leaned against it for a long time as Rafa made his way to the car, and banged his head on the steering wheel.

You both were idiots in love. And you didn’t even realize it.

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[ramp-it-up]

Fresh Squeeze 9

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic. Isabela, PR

Warnings: Cursing, implied drug use (marijuana), drinking, Anthony Ramos, Fluff. Poorly described performing, Plot. SMUT,  Graphic depictions of sex. Mature themes and situations.18+. Dom! Daveed, unprotected sex (wrap it when you tap it folks), sex in da club, breeding kink.

Word Count: 5.5 K

Plot: It’s Linden’s birthday and her present is Daveed Diggs. 

I PROMISE, my heaux, I meant for their first time to be all candlelight and rose petals and a nice bed, but… they just took over with their horny selves.  Hope it’s okay. All mistakes my own.

Previous Chapter

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Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, you thought as you watched Daveed’s chocolate, muscled back retreat into his room.

Although you could feel yourself drawn to him like a magnet, you didn’t want to lose yourself to a relationship again. You’d worked too hard and come too far. 

But this attraction was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

You went to the kitchen, getting some water to quench your thirst. You decided to calm down by watching the waves as you drank.

In his room, Daveed laid out what he was going to wear, and take off, that night.  He looked in his bag for his chains and then had a thought.  

He opened his door to see you at the bar in the kitchen, drinking something and looking out at the surf.

Although he wanted to enjoy the view of you, he called your name and strolled out of his room.

“Linden!”

When you heard him call your name, you slowly turned around, not knowing whether to expect him to grab you and take you back to his room, or tell you that he’d decided that you should just be friends. 

But all that anxiety was wiped away with that killer smile of his. You smiled back up at him hopefully.

You looked delectable to Daveed, but he came back out with a purpose. He nodded toward what was in his hand.

“Will you rock my chain?…”  

He held it out, a 30 inch Cuban link chain that seemed kinda heavy. You looked at it and then at him, amused.

“What are we? In high school?”

Damn, Daveed sure did feel like it.  You made him so unsure. So he played off his nerves and chuckled.

“Nah, far from it.” 

But when he bit his lip you felt those adolescent butterflies that flew in your belly when your crush looked at you. 

“I just like seeing you wear my stuff. Today it was….”  

The vision of you wearing his cutoff jeans and fingering yourself while he talked you through an orgasm was making him firm.

 “It was... Yeah.”  Daveed gulped and mentally told himself to calm down.

Your face got warm as Daveed looked down at the chain in his hand and then held it out to you. You just stared at it.

“I dunno. What does this mean for this…relationship?”  Shit, you were playing yourself. What made you say the “R” word?

You looked up at Daveed and his eyes lit up, even though he tried to hide it, you could tell. He just cleared his throat and made a joke.

“So, I just thought you could wear it tonight… It’s a loan. Not trying to give you any jewelry or nothing like that.”  

His lopsided smile was everything. But  you didn’t dare show how happy you were in that moment. But damn, you were happy.

Daveed didn’t want you to get offended like earlier, but he thought it was too late when he saw the pout on your face.

“You promised to get me some nipple clamps…”

All Daveed could do was stare at your lips; his mind blanked at the vision of you in sex jewelery.  

All of his willpower was in this moment. He almost bent down and threw you over his shoulder to take to his room, but… 

He laughed and smiled, all cool on the outside.

“I did say that, didn’t I?”  HIs voice was an octave lower and your insides quivered at the tone.

You nodded at him, all wide eyed and ready to fuck.  He cleared his throat again. 

“Well, this is the best I can do. In a pinch.”  

You flashed back to him manhandling you earlier, pinching and rolling your nipples just like you liked it. 

A good Sir. So hot. And he had you right where he wanted you.

 “So will you wear it?” 

You reached and took the chain in your hand, its weight heavier than you’d imagined.

You looked up at him, then the chain, then back at him made him wish the night away so he could do what he wanted with you.  

“Yes. Sir. “ 

The way you looked at him, innocent yet greedy. Damn he needed to fuck you. His dick pulsed and swelled, pulling blood from his brain, making him a little euphoric.

Fuck yeah. That hard dick dopamine.

You felt the control you had over him. The way his pretty brown eyes were blown the moment you said’ Sir’ did something you.

“If I offered to suck your dick, right now, would you tell me no again? I don’t like rejection, Daveed.”

“Linden!” 

He grabbed you by the back of your neck and hip, and pulled you to him, pressing your barely clothed body to his, making you feel how hard you had gotten him through his swim trunks.

“You trying to control me is not going to work, sweetheart. I’m in control. As far as sucking my dick goes, I’ll tell you when, how and if you can even breathe.”

Daveed’s eyes searched yours, seeing the halfway here, halfway there look in your eyes. 

He looked at your open mouth gasping for air and he took it, covering your mouth with his.

Then he pulled back.  

“Got it?”

“Y-yes Sir.” 

This time, the phrase served to calm him. He rested his forehead against yours. While he cupped your cheeks in his hands.

“Linden, are you SURE that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He took a deep, ragged breath and looked down. 

“I-I’m not sure I can control my…..baser tendencies with you. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way. I don’t want to think I’m…”

“Daveed, I’m grown. I know what I’m doing. I want this. I’ll take what you give me. I’ll take it all.” You smiled at him as he looked back up at you.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me. I don’t break easy.” You leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I told you what I like.”  

You straightened up and stared straight into his eyes.

He knew you were trying it again. This time he just chuckled and kissed you on the forehead.

“Alright then. Patience….” 

He didn’t finish the sentence because he just realized what he was going to add to the end of it. And he knew it was true, but it would just freak you out.

He let you go and then backed toward his room as you turned around and leaned against the bar to watch him go.  

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An hour later, Ant, Rafael and Daveed were gone and you had showered and started to pick out your outfit for the night.  

You decided that less was more, so you opted for a red bandeau top and jean shorts.  

Daveed’s chain was so long that you could double it up as a choker, and you thought that was appropriate for the night. 

You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard, so you threw your hair up in a messy bun and put on your gold hoop earrings. 

Time in the sun had been good to you so you did minimal make-up.  You surveyed your handiwork in the mirror.

You liked what you saw and if Daveed didn’t, well, it was his loss.

Despite your nerves, you reveled in the anticipation for tonight. But you also thought that you’d be okay if you just fell asleep in Daveed’s arms.  

You cocked your head at your reflection. 

What the hell was wrong with you? Did you want Daveed or not?  Were you afraid of his dom ways or did they make you feel free?  You didn’t know what the fuck was going on inside your brain.

So you just decided to go with what your body told you.

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“Goddam girl!  If I wasn’t engaged, I would fuck you my damn self.”

You laughed at Jasmine whistling at you while Craig shook his head as you came out to them waiting on you in the living room. You put on your fanny pack and your high heeled sandals.

“Are you going to sing tonight, Jas?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not really feeling it, but I can't resist when Ant calls me up on stage. I’ll do one, maybe two.” 

“Stop lying Jas. That silly grin on your face matches this bitch right here.” 

You looked behind you because Craig was pointing in your direction.

“Who? Me?” The blood was draining from your face

“Don’t try it, you are already sprung on whatever Daveed did to you this afternoon. It’s over with.  You might as well make wedding plans along with Jasmine.”

You shook your head, a little terrified at what Craig was saying. Jasmine and Craig were busy laughing but you were busy freaking out.

“No, it’s not like that…”

Craig looked into your eyes and saw that you were spooked.

“Okay, Lindy, I’m just kidding. Y’all just kickin it, I get it.” 

He knew you were on edge. “Let’s get ready to go. I want to see a show and maybe find me someone to get sprung on .”

The mood was lightened a bit and ya’ll decided to depart.

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Three hours later:

You and Jasmine were turnt up close to the stage in a teeny weeny VIP section in the small club. 

You had your drink in your hand and were feeling Anthony’s set.  Daveed and Rafa were drinking and watching from the side of the stage.

“Why don’t you just go down there, take her back stage and kill all this tension, man.”

Rafael peeped Daveed clocking you.

Daveed grinned his shy grin at his friend.

“Nah, man.  This feeling is everything.” 

He made eye contact with you, winked and took a sip of his drink, sure that he looked cool even though his stomach was doing flips.

Rafa just smiled and drank some more himself, enjoying all of this playing out.

Craig was chatting some guy up at the bar and you and Jasmine were just enjoying the show.

Why do I push through the day/Like tomorrow's gonna figure it out, figure it out, figure it out/ Like someone else will figure it out, figure it out, figure it out..

You were singing louder than most of the crowd and Ant was laughing at you from the stage because you were loose and loving it.  Your arms were spread out and you were swaying with the music.  

Someone came up and embraced you from behind, swaying with you and you opened your eyes to see Jasmine’s face beside yours.

You grinned, turned around and started slow dancing with her, each of you singing and looking up at Anthony.  

He looked over at Rafa and D. They just shook their heads.

He managed to finish the song before cracking up and said.

“Ay, where’s the bouncer, this chick is tryna steal my girl.”  

Everyone looked at you when he pointed but you just flipped him off and then tried to kiss Jasmine on the cheek.

She turned her head at the last minute and you kissed her full on the lips.  You two went with it and hammed it up for effect. It was a classic movie make out scene.

When you separated, Anthony was just staring at you two.

Daveed and Rafa came out on stage to get a better look and you could hear Craig shouting, “Get it, Ladies!” from the back of the club.

Ant’s eyes were wide and he said, “I think I just forgot the lyrics to all my songs.”

Everyone laughed and then he said, “But I’m having too much fun, yo, I don’t want my set to end, so let’s go “One More Hour.”

Everyone sang along for the intro and turned up for the chorus.

Let's go one more hour/ Lovin' this encounter/ Usually I'm gone now/I'm not ready/ I don't really wanna go

After that fun, Anthony called Jasmine up to the stage, and she gave you a wink as she went up.  

It was so sweet watching her give him a peck on the cheek and him adjust the mic for her.  

Jasmine’s voice. Was every. Thing.  

You just stood in front of her on the floor as she sang on stage and you were just blown away. And when they sang together,

Cause they can write stories/ They can sing songs/But they don't make fairytales/ Sweeter than ours

You just about melted.

“Ok guys, we’re gonna take ten so my boys can get set up.  Order a drink from the bar.”

Jasmine came down from the stage with you again.

“Our little smooch got Ant riled up! Zaddy gonna zick me down goot tonite!” 

Jasmine was hyped and you laughed at her lust.

“Wingwoman activated!”  You thought they were so cute together.

Her eyes were sparkling.

“Time to return the favor.”

Jasmine nodded her head and you looked behind you to catch Daveed checking you out.

She grabbed your hands. “Come up and sit in the wings with me!”

You knew what she was doing. “Oh no. I want to experience the show.”

“Trust. For the Boys, especially Daveed, you need up on the stage.”

You giggled, your drink and the fun getting you loose, and followed her on the stage.

Ant and Rafa approached. You couldn’t decipher the look on Anthony’s face.

“About you making out with my girl...” 

He and Rafael looked at each other and Anthony broke out into a grin. 

“Do it any time you like, as long as I get to watch.”

Rafa nodded vigorously as you and Jasmine broke up in laughter.

“Perv.” 

You couldn’t handle Anthony’s antics tonight. Your nerves were everywhere. Rafa seemed to sense it and led you over to a stool. 

“M’Lady,” 

Rafael bowed and kissed your hand, keeping his eyes on you. You giggled.

“In all seriousness, though. You look amazing tonight.”  His eyes were something.

“Thank you, Rafa.” 

You smiled up at him, taking the fact that he was being extra smiley tonight. You could smell some of that premium PR indica. 

Oh.

Rafael glanced behind you. 

“Enjoy the show,”  he said, before kissing your cheek and buzzing back to the mic.

Then you realized what was up.

Daveed was right there, standing behind you, radiating his heat. 

"Hey.” 

The subtle rich texture of his voice made the butterflies try to fly out of your throat, but you kept cool.

Daveed inhaled the scent of your hair. You were intoxicating. He didn’t need indica.

"Hey yourself."

You didn't turn around, but you could tell that he was smiling.  

“I’m glad you’re right here for the set. You’ll be able to feel… the music so much more intensely.”

"Ah.”

Daveed moved even closer to you.  You could feel his breath. He was leaning down near your bare shoulder and alllllmost kissing it, but instead coming so close as to cause a feeling to begin between your legs and travel up your spine to your neck which he was so close to.

The music started as he straightened up and began to say something in a low voice, meant for your ears only. 

"I love what you’ve done with my chain. Looks like a choker. Beautiful. Makes me think about tonight.” 

Your eyes closed, because those words were hot.

“Hmmm? What about it?” 

You were trying to concentrate on Rafael hopping up and down. You were frozen to the stool, torn between wanting to hear what he was going to say and not wanting to at the same time.

"Mmmmm. About wrapping my hand around your throat and cutting off your breath while I dig out that indecision of yours. About making you so high that you forget about everything but us in that moment.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled a cleansing breath, because you felt like getting filthy. Right now.  You decided to play coy.

"Maybe,” you responded. If you said too many more words, he would hear the trembling in your being. He sensed it anyway.

“Definitely,” he countered, so sure. You tried to get mad, but failed. You two remained in this crackling energy between you, even though you couldn’t see each other’s eyes.

You couldn’t stand it anymore, so you stretched and craned your head backwards to look up into his baby browns. You didn’t know it, but everyone in your crew was watching, mesmerized by the vibe between you. Y’all glowed together.

Daveed’s heart was beating an accelerated rhythm. He didn’t need to warm up with you here. Before he knew it he’d kissed you on the forehead, then jogged out on stage.  He was so hyped.

“Awww!” Jasmine was smiling and clapping.

You rolled your eyes at her as the set began as she sat beside you.

“Don't front.  I have never.”  She looked you in the eye. “And I mean NEVER, seen D with anyone like that.”

You just shook your head. A little afraid of what she’d just said. You just pointed to the stage while she laughed at you.

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You were very attentive as Daveed and Rafael worked the crowd. This was an entirely different side to them. You’d seen them act and seen videos of performances, but being here in person while they did music together was quite the scene. 

Rafael’s virtuosity shined first. He performed “Bad Egg”, and you melted when he sang “Oxygen.” Then, Jasmine got out and helped  

Jasmine helped the Boys out with “Program,” which was amazing and funny and awe inspiring. You and Anthony and Craig, who had joined you were busy jumping around and singing for the short song in the wings.

Rafa came off stage in mock outrage into your mini mosh pit. You were having a ball.

He grabbed a water bottle and raised his eyebrow at you.

“Wait for it.”

You had no idea what he was talking about.

Daveed took a swig of water and laughed into the mic. He cut his eyes over to you quickly and then back out to the audience.

“So I’m in a band called Clipping.”  The crowd went wild. Daveed smiled as the opening noise of “Wriggle” came up on the sound system.

“We’re about to take a journey through some of our more ‘pop’ songs, if Clipping. songs could be called pop. That adorable fucking laugh.

And then it all changed as Daveed started spitting out words that you hadn’t noticed before tonight were highly sexual.

Is it tight enough, is it wet enough?..../You always hoped to experience domination/….ass up/ don’t move/ Don't move/ Get slapped/ Can't run/ Bring it back/ Tighten up/ Stay strapped/ Make it red/ Make it clap, clap/ Clamp that mouth shut, bounce for your boy

You tore your eyes away from him to the audience and saw that they were going crazy. You were hella impressed.

Everyone in this club knew the words or at least heavily vibed with the music.

And Daveed looked so happy, his finger indicating the cadence of the music and his smile getting wider and wider as the music crescendoed, then he started jumping and the experience was amazing.  He rapped with his free hand and his whole body. He was a tall chocolate ball of energy.

The music started to transition to an all too familiar beat.

The minute Daveed spit the first line, the crowd went apeshit. He held his finger up to his lips and everyone got quiet.

Don’t move nothing/ Statue..

And this was the interactive part of the performance.  Daveed jumped and moved so much that he was covered in sweat.  

"Man, it's hot up here under these lights."  Daveed lifted his shirt up to wipe his forehead. The crowd went crazy again.

You had never felt the urge to faint before just from a human being, but damn. You smirked as he glanced at you and ascertained your situation. He grinned, wiped his face some more and then took it completely off, throwing it toward the wings, right at you. 

Everyone dove so that you were the only one in range to catch it, which you did.  It was wet with his sweat and his smell and you struggled not to bring it to your face.  

You trembled a bit as you stared at his sweat covered body, getting wet and just  wanting to lick his abs clean. 

Daveed transitioned into a medley, beginning with Work, Work,

Holler out your city if you ride for it/Let em know why you die for it… 

He continued through the chorus, 

“Get that work/Make that work work…” 

and then transitioned to “Body and Blood” and then to “Enlacing.”

The lyrics 

“Get your ass down to the floor,” 

served to do just that.  You were hypnotized by the rhythm, despite the subject matter, you were being seduced by Daveed’s tone and cadence. 

When he turned to you for a full 10 seconds while performing, you were locked in.

He finished his set and you didn’t know how to feel.  

Jealous of all the people screaming for him to bone them then and there?

 Nah, you could certainly understand that.  

Embarrassed that you felt like a groupie that wanted to take him back stage and suck his soul out? 

Again, understandable. 

You just didn’t know what to do with these feelings.

You looked over and your friends were huddled up whispering, and you were sure about you.  You straightened up in the stool as Rafael and crew caught you looking. Daveed came off stage and grabbed the water bottle out of your hand. He stood there, just glistening and shit. 

"I really like your thighs in those shorts." 

Daveed wanted to trace the line that the shorts took across your thighs, but didn't dare do it with everyone watching. He just stared at them and thought they would look nice around his shoulders.

You flushed even hotter. 

"Thanks, I get ‘em from my mama." You laughed with him. "I really like those guns." You were bold and traced a finger down his biceps. You felt his slight shiver and tried to hide a smile.

"Thanks, my Dad passed them down." He laughed again.

“Genetics, man. Thank God for genetics.” You were serious. 

“Amen.” 

Daveed lifted the bottle to you in a toast before taking another swig. He offered you some. He looked into your eyes and you knew he wasn't offering you just a drink.

"Yes please. I'm very thirsty. Sir." 

You stared back at him. He held the water bottle to your lips, praying that his hand held steady while you tilted your head back and drank. 

Daamnnn! Daveed thought. He wanted to give you something else to drink, but he still had work to do. Rafael was there to remind him too.

Rafa cleared his throat and nodded his head toward the stage. Daveed nodded in response and grabbed his t-shirt.  You grasped to hold it fast before you realized that it was his and let it go with a little laugh.  You watched Daveed’s body as he put his shirt back on and he winked yet again before he turned to go on stage.

Your panties were ruined.  But you thought he knew that.

Jasmine came up beside you. “He did that shit on purpose,” you whispered.

Jas laughed and said, “Most definitely.”  

You were doomed.

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You thoroughly enjoyed Daveed and Rafa’s set and even joined them on stage for “Microdosin.”

As soon as they thanked the crowd, Daveed grabbed your hand and led you backstage to the dressing room. It was standard fare, as you looked around, and you went to the mirror to check your lipstick as you watched Daveed lock the door.

You turned around and leaned against the make up mirror counter, watching as he took his shirt off again. You just stared.

The sight of you standing there with those fucking wide, innocent looking eyes got Daveed even harder than he already was. He was rock hard the entire time during that last set, and he knew he gave a great performance.

“I just…” 

He looked you up and down, then he moved quickly and grabbed your waist as you leaned back, hands bracing yourself on the counter. Daveed looked at you hungrily and even licked his lips. Like a wolf.

“I  just can’t wait to get you back to the beach house.” 

Daveed’s thumbs were on your belly, and as his hands moved up, they dug under your top, and not gently.  You gasped as his thumbs insistently reached your nipples and pressed.  You put your hands on his bare chest and there you felt beating a mile a minute.  You looked at your right hand, which was over his heart.

“Feel what you do to me?”  

You knew he wasn’t talking about his erection, which was pinning you against the makeup mirror.  You looked up into his eyes and saw the emotion there. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you.

When you separated, breathless, Daveed was resting his forehead against yours.

“I want to take my time with you, but right now, I…”

You pecked him on the lips again.

“Daveed. Fuck me...now.”  You started moving your hip against his, causing him to respond in kind.

"If I do that, I'm going to tear that ass up..." He planted a kiss below your earlobe.

You rubbed your palms against his nipples, rubbing in circles. You felt him shudder.

You could feel it in the pit of your stomach. "You promise?" 

You looked him fully in the eye. Daveed reached down and hiked up your thigh so that he could feel the warmth at your core. He palmed your cheek and you turned your head into it, giving him a kiss.  He put his thumb into your mouth.

“Just… wait… shit… suck… damn…” Daveed almost lost it as your lips enveloped his thumb and your tongue swirled around it.  You sucked, hard and your saliva began dripping down his hand.

There was no logic in Daveed’s head. Only sex.  He pulled both hands away from you and began fumbling with his belt. He grabbed his dick and started stroking, using your saliva to lubricate.

“Fuck, Lindy, I need…”

All you could do was stare. It was fucking BIG.  Long and thick and everything you dreamed. The juicy precum you saw made you thirsty.

You put your hand on it to gather some with your own thumb and brought it up to suck. You closed your eyes as you tasted him.  You moaned and then pulled off your top.

“Please, please, fuck me Daveed.” You were panting, your lips open. Daveed wanted to insert various body parts, his finger, his tongue, his cock. 

“Shit, Lindy.  I don’t have any condoms here.  I purposely left them at the house…”

You smiled at him and started unbuttoning your shorts. 

“You didn’t listen to me earlier.  I can’t have kids, D. And I haven’t had sex since, you know who.  But…” 

You pulled down your shorts, turned around and presented your panty-clothed ass to him.  

“I don’t know if you want…” 

Daveed stared, practically drooling, still stroking himself and now, pulling your panties to the side and slapping his dick on your ass. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, grabbed his chain and pulled you upright so that he could speak in your ear.  He pinched your nipple while he stroked up and down your slit from behind as he spoke.

“I want to hear you scream." His voice in your ear was deep and sexy.

You closed your eyes and moaned softly as Daveed reached in and inserted first one finger, then two inside you. Shit you were tight. He looked down at the sight of his fingers inside you.

"Nah, you gotta see this. This shit is beautiful.” His voice was so sweet, then it completely changed. “So keep your fucking eyes open.”

He pulled your hips back as he used both thumbs to open you up as he advanced the head of his cock to your cunt. It met the breach and he pushed tentatively, and when you both felt that he was thicker than an easy entrance, you both sighed. He retreated.

“No!  Please please please please please! I can take it. I promise I’ll take it all!”

Daveed grunted. “Begging already.” He sucked his teeth. “ Lindy, we have such a long way to go.” 

With a forceful push, he entered you. And it stretched painfully at first, but after that first split second, the transcendent feeling of him inside your wet canal, molding you to him like a glove, made you want to cry. And when he started moving...

“FUCK! This isn’t supposed to feel this good. Shit, Lindy…” you could feel his cock pounding inside you and you fully agreed with it.

“Yesssss! Daveeeeddd!”  

Daveed started speeding up and going deeper and deeper, pushing your head down to the counter and pulling your hip back to meet his thrust and you began to scream when he started meeting your cervix.  

“Lindy, don’t judge me by this first encounter.  Because, I have to...” He grunted, because as he started to tell you, he started to feel himself losing control. “I have to get this…”  He moaned. “Shit, I NEED to get this nut.” 

“Fill me up Daveed. I want your cum.” 

With that, he slapped your ass cheek hard, and that delicious pain added to your pleasure as he started fucking you like he hated you. You threw it back and Daveed went crazy.

The mirror started banging against the wall.

You were lost as your screams and moans were surely able to be heard by anyone who would listen. But neither of you cared.

He pulled your hair and forced you to look at him in the mirror.  He felt himself about to bust, but he wasn’t going out like that.

“You gonna give me what I need? When I tell you to?”  Your eyes were barely open and you couldn’t speak, but you nodded as much as his grip on your hair allowed.

“Good Girl.”  Your pussy fluttered around him even more at that; he felt it and moaned.

And I don’t care how good it feels you better not come until I tell you to.”

“Fuck!” was all you could say.

“You like being a good girl for me?”

“Mmhmmhhmmhm!”  You couldn’t form words.  Daveed slapped your ass again. “Use your words, Linden.”

“I-I-I love being a Good Girl for you Sir.”

“Mmmmm You gonna take all this cum I have for you and wear it until we get back like a good girl?”  

“Y-yes, Sir. I’m going to keep all your cum inside me Sir.”

“Good Girl. Good God.”

Your whole body felt like it was tingling and about to explode.  Your legs were shaking.

Daveed reached around with his long arm and found your clit, the minute he pressed, your body convulsed.

“Ah, ah, ah….mmmm.” Daveed was trying to stop you, but he couldn’t stop himself. 

“Shit Lindy. Cum. Fucking Cum. Right gotdamn now.”

You shattered around his cock as he pumped into you, sending streams of cum against your cervix.  That sensation and the fact that Daveed didn’t stop circling your clit prolonged your orgasm for a good while.

You collapsed on the counter, as Daveed continued to stroke softly, making sure his cum stayed inside of  you.  He watched himself go in and out, still semi hard, and rubbed his thumbs along the column of your spine as he blew air on it to cool you off.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He bent down and kissed your shoulder near your neck, causing you to arch your back at the sensation. Must be your spot. He took note and then slowly pulled out, pulling your thong back to cover your pussy.  He bent down to take a look at the moisture seeping through the material and he smiled at it.

Daveed pulled his pants up and went into the bathroom to wash his hands and came out to see you dressed and adjusting yourself in the mirror.  Your eyes met and you smiled shyly at him.  You turned around as he approached.

“I am going to judge you by what just happened, because that shit was amazing.”  You smiled up at him and Daveed was blinded for a minute, then smiled back down at you.

“You good?” he nodded downward.

“Yeah, gonna be a little uncomfortable keeping all of it in, but I will try.”

Daveed’s expression darkened.  “You better do it. Or else.”

Your look was mischievous in response.  “Or else what?”

“Don’t be a little brat.”

“Why not?”

“If you're going to act like a little brat, then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“How’s that?”

“Don’t push it Lindy.”

You just grinned at him as he tried to keep a stern look on his face.  You were going to be his dom downfall. He was too soft for you. But you were making him hard again.

He caught his breath while you washed your hands.

What the fuck was he going to do? Daveed was in love with you.

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 8

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, AAANGST yet SMUT. Mention of Death, Anthony Ramos, Coached masturbation, heavy petting, sunscreen. Fluff. Plot. Mature themes and situations.18+.

Word Count: 4.6 K

Plot: Linden is trying to run from her feelings for Daveed after a lot of trauma and a shitty ex. Daveed assumes and hits a nerve and Linden just wants to hit that. It’s her birthday weekend y’all!

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“Let this be a thing…”

You smiled at the possibilities of the situation.

“Let’s let this flow.  It’s my birthday weekend.  I want to have fun.”  You turned around and faced Daveed. “With you.” 

You reached up and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. They were so succulent, but you didn’t allow yourself to get sucked in, literally or figuratively.  You had to get some control back.

You looked up at him and he was hopeless. He struggled to continue to hold himself back. 

Daveed thought about how tight you were around his fingers. He would have you screaming in this fitting room again, this time with you impaled on his dick.

“That’s all that matters right now. I like this vibe.”

D nodded at you.  “You’re right.”  Daveed cleared his throat as you two gazed at each other.  “I guess we gotta find a way to get out of here.”

You chuckled. “Yeah.  The walk of shame.”  

You straightened your clothes and gathered the garments you were going to try on escaping the fitting room with only a passing smirk from the attendant. 

You giggled at his lowkey “Get it,” and Daveed rolled his eyes as you passed by.

You decided to get all of the clothes you’d wanted to try on, but got distracted from trying on because of your shenanigans.  You piled everything on the register.

Daveed was so unsure. About what just happened; about what could happen. He didn’t want to fumble this beautiful bag. 

Before you could speak, he stepped up to the register. 

“We’ll take them all.”

You gave Daveed a side eye. You smiled at the woman at the counter.

“Yes, I will.”  

You opened your purse to get your credit card out, trying to remain calm and collected. 

“Linden, let me.”  

Daveed really thought he was about to pay for all of your clothes up in here. This was not it. He was assuming too much.

“No, Daveed. I got it.  Thank you though.” 

There was no mistaking the acidity under your sweet tone. You didn’t know what Daveed thought this was….

“But, this is a lot. And it’s your birthday.”

Your smile widened even though your rage grew, “All the more reason it should be my prerogative.”

“Lindy…”

“Daveed.”

You stared at each other down for a hot minute and then finally Daveed just closed his mouth and watched as you pulled a black amex card out of your wallet and signed for the total, which was over $2200. 

You didn’t blink an eye.

The fun you shared in the fitting room was long gone.  Things had gotten real tense real fast.

“Can I at least help you carry them?”

You ignored Daveed as you struggled with the bags, then put them down on the corner of the street outside the store.

You got your phone out to order a ride.

“What the fuck was that Daveed?”

He took you in, your little angry body turning him on.

“I was trying to be nice.”  Daveed couldn’t hide his irritation with you.  Was this even worth it?

“Why do you think that paying for my stuff would be ‘nice?’”  

Daveed was confused. 

“Well, I know you’re not with Mark anymore and you were in school and everything and Columbia is expensive. I just didn’t want you to have to go into more debt on your birthday weekend.” 

“Why would I be going into debt?”  Your eyes were full of murder.  “Shit Daveed, you just don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

You looked up at him as if you were going to fight him. Daveed wondered how many times he needed to make you cum before you would calm down. He was going to find out.

“Obviously I don’t, because I don’t know why the fuck you’re mad at me because I wanted to do something nice...I-”

A car pulled up beside you.

“That’s just the fuck WHY Daveed.  You don’t know anything about me.”

And then you grabbed your bags, flung them in the back of the car and got in, leaving Daveed on the corner of a street in Isabella, Puerto Rico, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

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You were actually vibrating with rage all the way back to the beach house. You texted Jas for the combination to the front door and let her know where you were.  

She made a remark about giving you and Daveed time alone and you didn’t correct her, you just  needed some space.

You got your bags into your room and then went back out to the kitchen for a bottle of water.  

Daveed came in as you sat and drank, looking out of the great room windows.

You sat up straight on the stool and tried to ignore him.

Daveed had ordered a car as soon as yours drove away, vowing to find out what that scene was all about.  

He had not had to chase anyone in a long time and he felt like he was way too old for it.  But he couldn’t help himself.

Now, he was standing here approaching you like a wild animal.

“Do you want to tell me what just happened?”

You just tried to will this intrusion into your life and your emotions away.  Maybe if you ignored him he would disappear. 

You just could not take anymore pain and Daveed was dangerous. 

He could hurt you. Bad.

“Linden.” 

Daveed came around beside you and watched your profile as you closed your eyes and tried to shut him out.

“Please.”

Damn.  You swallowed and opened your mouth to speak.  You almost couldn’t say the words. You continued to look at the ocean.

“Dell takes care of me.” 

Daveed looked at you carefully. You continued to stare straight ahead. 

“The accident. The driver of the truck that hit us was drunk AND high. The company knew of his history and didn’t take him from behind the wheel.”

You took a deep breath and continued.

“We had good lawyers. I not only list my twin, but my left ovary and the ability to have children without a very involved medical procedure.”

Daveed really didn’t want to hear anymore. He felt terrible.

“There was a 30 million dollar settlement, 5 million to my mom with 25 million in trust until I turned 25 years old.” 

You didn’t know why you were telling him all this.

“So when I say I got it, Daveed. I got it.” 

You looked at him, something in your eyes that spoke of strength and brokenness.

Daveed wanted to throw himself off a cliff as he watched the tears roll down your cheek. Got damnit he was such an idiot.

“I’m sorry, Linden….”

“Don't be sorry Daveed. I just can’t do this. I can’t let you hurt me like Mark, like every other person who thinks they know me.  I can not…..”  

You just shook your head and walked toward your room.  Daveed’s long legs got ahead of you and he just stood in your way as you walked.

“Linden. I’m not going to let you run away.” 

You two played a slow game of human foosball.  After a minute, you just stopped.

“Move Daveed.  Let me go.”

He put his arms up, but he didn’t move.  

“I’m not holding you.  But I’m here Lindy, and I’m not going to leave you alone.  I’m sorry that I made such a boneheaded assumption, and I’m sorry I made you bring up something so painful.  But I’m not like everyone else.  I think I…”

All of a sudden, you wanted him to stop talking. You grabbed him around his waist and gave him a hug, sobbing into his chest.  

Daveed brought his arms down around you and held you while you cried, just as he did that first night. He still felt good.

This time, however, was different. Daveed bent down and picked you up, taking you into your bedroom bridal style.

He kicked the bags out of the way and lay down with you on the bed.

“Daveed, I…”

“I just want to hold you Lindy.  Relax.”

You stopped protesting and went with the flow. You let him hold you and did as he instructed, you relaxed, your head on his chest, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart under one ear and the ocean out of your other. 

You felt the soothing thrill of him playing on your scalp and with your curls with his left hand as his right caressed your left leg, which was thrown across his thighs.

Before he knew it, you were softly snoring in his arms, and Daveed knew that his fate was sealed. The road to your heart was full of landmines, but he had to try to get there.  

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You woke up to the sounds of giggling.  

Jasmine and Craig were standing over you and Daveed on the bed.  You were a little confused, but you and D woke up to an audience.

“Whyyyyy are you still fully clothed?” 

You grimaced at Craig and threw a pillow at them as Daveed sat up and grinned.

“Get the fuck outta my room Craig.” He dodged it successfully.

“We ain’t got time for you to waste all weekend NOT fucking around.  Chop chop.” Craig walked out of your room as you stuck your tongue out as his back. 

Jasmine laughed at you and followed him. 

“We’re going to have dinner out by the pool if you wanna join. Swimsuits required. The chef will be here in a few and Craig and I want to get some sun before the show tonight.” She looked at you over your shoulder as she left. 

“Or if you two want to stay in, that would probably be dope too…”

You shook your head at her back as she closed the door.

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You sat up on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit awkward.  You put your head in your hands and let your curls hide your face. What the fuck were you on? It was like you had experienced the rollercoaster of a relationship, all in 18 hours.

Daveed sat up against the headboard, eyeing you warily.

“I want you Linden. I’m sorry for assuming earlier, but you gotta let me in so I know how not to.  I need you to be absolutely clear about what you want.”  

“I… I want you too, Daveed. I’m just really scared about being hurt again.”  

He closed his eyes when he heard your admission. Slowly but surely.

You raised your head and looked over at him.  You’d exhausted him already.

“I don’t want to hurt you Lindy.  But we’re both human. And too grown for the games.”

“I don’t want to play any games with you Daveed.  I mean… well….”

He opened his eyes and stared at you. He heard the invitation in your tone. This was a dangerous situation. He looked at his watch.  It was about 4 pm.  

The show started at 10 and although he wanted to start something and finish with you all afternoon and night… it might have to wait.  He leaned his head back and fantasized.

“What are you thinking about?”

Daveed opened one eye. He was attractive as fuck. He opened the other one and then closed them again.

“You don’t wanna know.”

You were intrigued.  You turned toward him and put your leg up on the bed, half indian style.

“Yes I do!  I must know all the things.” Your voice raised at the end of the sentence, making D smile.

Daveed wished he had the time to tame your control freak ways.

“You really don’t.”

“YES I DO.”

Daveed opened his eyes at your tone and you immediately calmed it down a bit, while your heart beat faster.

“You tryna stay in this room or you want to go out on the deck with everyone else?”

You looked down at the bed and bit your lip. You saw his huge hand on the bed, the veins prominent and the fingers impossibly long.  You looked back up at him and swallowed.

“W-we should probably join Craig an ‘nem….”

That stutter.  Oh, the control Daveed was utilizing at the moment.

“Then you definitely don’t want to know what I was thinking.”

Fuck. Now you definitely did want to know.

You pulled your other leg on the bed and then sat on your knees.  

“Pleeaseeee Daveeed.”

You. Begging.  This was heaven or hell, Daveed couldn’t figure out which. But he didn’t move from his position, just clasped his hands in his lap.  Because reasons.

“Actually, you on your knees made up a lot of my thoughts.”

You smiled a little.”So, you want me to suck your dick?”  You’d decided to try it.  

Daveed grunted and then looked to your face.

“That sounds nice.  Those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.  I wonder if you could take it all? Gag reflex?”

Instant waterfall. You moaned a little, and were so mesmerized you couldn't answer. Daveed sped on.

“But don’t be so unimaginative.  You on your knees can involve lots of things.”

Daveed moved, not too fast, and came around the bed behind you.  You shivered as he put his hand on your neck and then trailed it down your spine.

“Up. Let me see that arch.”

You obeyed of course, on your hands and knees on the bed, the arch in your back perfect for fucking. Daveed was looking at your ass and you hoped he couldn’t see your wetness beginning to trickle down your thigh.

“You could be on your knees with me behind you, eating you out from behind.” 

Daveed kneeled behind you, face to face with your barely cloth covered crotch. You moaned as you felt him get nearer to your core. Daveed stopped.

“You good?”  You nodded frantically, and Daveed continued closer.

“We’re gonna need a safeword.”

“Holy fuck!”

“Nah, that wouldn’t be a good one, because I have a feeling you might be saying that a lot.”

Daveed placed three kisses at your core, one on either inner thigh, and one on the strip of his jeans covering your clit. You started clenching as he pulled himself away, licking his lips. He’d captured some of your moisture on his mouth. You tasted better than he imagined.

“Or you could be on your knees riding my face, letting me drink from your pretty little fountain.”

Daveed sat on the floor and placed his head between your legs on the bed, looking up at your pussy in his jeans.  He just looked, not daring to touch you or himself. You reached down and caressed his curls.

“Daveed, please..”  

“No, no. You wanted to know what I was thinking.”  He slid out from under you like a mechanic.

He stood up behind you, put his hand on your ass and smoothed all the way down to the back of your neck, pushing your head down to the bed.

“How about me behind you on your knees, face in the bed with you keeping that ass up, while I pound that shit from behind? I wanna see that ass shake as I give you these back shots.”

And Daveed started the motion, pushing his hard, jeans covered dick into your ass, rubbing at first and giving you some friction, but driving you insane. 

You turned your head to the side to moan as Daveed pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, then sped up and gave you a pounding through your clothes.

Daveed hooked his fingers into your shorts, about to pull them down, when he stopped. He shook his head, trying to clear the sex high from his brain.  He stepped back.

You lay panting on the bed, lost in the moment.  You took a deep ragged breath to calm down and then turned over on your back.  You watched him watching you, knowing that he was holding back from fucking the shit out of you.

“What are you thinking Daveed?”

His voice was so damn deep. “That I want you to be ensconced around my dick. That I want all kinds of orgasms to happen, that you need to be cumming right now, Linden.”

He then cleared his throat.  “But that we probably have an audience right outside that door right now.”

“Hmmmm. I agree that I need to be cumming right now.”  You smiled at him and stretched.  ”But what about you Daveed?”

“Not quite yet. That HDD will be on point for the show tonight.”

You  got up on your knees, facing away from him and moved your hand to the waistband of your shorts. He watched in fascination as you touched yourself, your slick more than lubricating your fingers.

“What about me riding you on my knees. I LOVE Reverse Cowgirl.”

Daveed’s eyes began to water as he saw the vision. He saw your arm moving and your hips undulating. He moved behind you and pulled you to lean back onto him, your shoulders against his chest as he looked down to watch you finger yourself under the shorts.

So fucking sexy.

“What are you doing?” His velvet voice in your ear was everything.

As if he didn’t know. As if he couldn’t see. As if he wasn’t just doing the same thing less than two hours ago.  The view from over your shoulder was the shit.  Damn shame there were clothes involved, but the fact that they were his clothes made it pretty hot.

“MM.mmm...mmm…” You were gasping, his voice and proximity getting you there quickly.

“No, that won’t do.  If you wanna be a Good Girl for me, you gotta use those words.”

“Fuck.. I mean… Yes. Sir…” 

You heard his chest vibrate with a whimper when you said that.

“What Are you doing Linden?”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and it lolled against Daveed’s chest as he brought his hands up to your hips to help keep you steady.

“I- I’m trying to cum, Sir…”

“Where is your hand?” Daveed was intently using his imagination to visualize.

“Nnnnh nnh, circling my c-c-clit…”

Daveed huffed.  “Good Girl.”  He gripped your hips harder as they shook.

“Are you wet like you were earlier?  That shit feels like, like, liquid satin.  Man, I can’t wait to be deep in that…”  

He dipped his lips to your neck, eyes glued to your arm emerging from your pants.  He bit at your pulse point.

“Ah!”  You were sooo close.

“I just hope you can take it all. S’pretty big.”

You whimpered at the thought of the pleasure, and at the yearning to be filled up right now.

“Ohhhhhh.” So very close.

“Need time to prepare you. It might hurt a bit at first.”

You bit your lip at the spring was about to snap.

“But I think I know that you like it to hurt a lil bit... I don’t give a fuck if you get mad, I might have to buy you some nipple clamps…”

His hands moved smoothly up your sides under the t-shirt and cupped your breasts, ghosting over your rock hard nipples.  Suddenly, he took each between his thumb and forefingers and twisted roughly.

“FUCKKKKKKK!!”

Your body rocked at your orgasm and you took your hand away from your core, too sensitive to continue. Daveed grabbed it and took it to his mouth, sucking your juices off, causing aftershocks to jerk your hips.

He moaned with your fingers in his mouth and then released them, kissing your neck again.  He chuckled.

“You wouldn't get off that easy if I had the time.  I’d make you take all of everything.  Including your orgasms. Better be ready.”

You turned around and stepped off the bed into his arms. Daveed held you, not daring to go down to the bed again.

Your head was on his chest.  Even after all that, you were too shy to look up in his eyes.

“How do you make me cum doing the bare minimum? You hardly touched me.”

Daveed smiled.  He felt the same way.  He was about to nut in his pants like a teenage boy a few minutes ago.

“You sure you want this?”

You finally looked at him.  Those eyes.  

“Yeah.’

“You sure you want all this crazy?”

“Mos def.” Daveed kissed your forehead and smiled down at you, eyes crinkling adorably.

It was time for your hands to roam.  You palmed him through his jeans.

“Let me take care of you D….”  You moved to unbutton him and he pulled out of your reach as you pouted.

Daveed smoothed his thumb over your lips.

“Like I said, I’d like nothing more.”  Then he cocked his head and looked up.  “Well, I’d like few things more… but If my dick comes out in this room right now, we would not leave for the rest of the weekend.”

He leaned down to kiss you with a sweet and filthy promise.

“Patience, Lindy.” He took a deep breath and backed toward the door.

“See you at dinner.”

You just stared at him, daring him to stay.

“Ok. Leave then. But Daveed. If I hear you turn my doorknob, I’ll be faceup on the bed butt-ass naked, waiting for you if you come back in.”  You started unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts.

Daveed stopped with his eyes wide, the angel and devil in his head wrestling with each other. He finally cleared his throat as he turned around and left.

“See you at dinner Lindy.”

The vision of you bending over toward him taking down your shorts with an evil smile was burned into his brain as he closed your door.  He stood there looking at the floor and contemplating going back in.  When he looked up, there were four pairs of eyes looking at him.

He straightened up and went to his room as his friends watched him like a hawk, then rolled with laughter.

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Daveed hopped in the shower, and quickly got himself off to calm down.  He slipped on some blue swim trunks and his white sunglasses, ran out and cannon balled into the pool, causing Jasmine to cuss him out as he splashed her hair.

He’d been chilling on a pool float a good twenty minutes when he saw his favorite animal out of the corner of his eye. Damn. 

“Look at that genius ass.”

Rafa commented and looked over from the float beside him and laughed at Daveed who was crossing himself.

“Dude! You’re jewish.”

Daveed cocked his eyebrow at his best friend. 

“I’m gonna need all the help I can get.”

You’d spent 30 minutes picking out your most modest swimsuit, then grabbed a quick shower. You were shy by the time you walked out onto the pool deck, but no one was paying that much attention to you.  No one, except for Daveed.

His chill disappeared as he climbed out of the pool, over to your lounge chair.  Your sunglasses only partially hid you clocking him as he emerged, dripping wet.  Damn, that body you thought. 

He walked over to the chair next to yours and picked up a towel and started to dry off.

“Hey. You good?”

You smiled at him. 

“Hey. I’m great.” You smiled wider. 

You appraised him, as the delicious smell of something cooking wafted from the house. The sun was still bright, even though it was afternoon.

“You need a hand with some sunscreen? You’ll want to make sure that it is on evenly.”  

You stood up and bent at the waist to get the sunscreen out of the bag you’d brought out. Daveed licked his lips and you were all too ready to get your hands on Daveed again.

He looked at you and bit his lip.  “Sure, why not?”  

He cocked his head and eyebrow at you.  Then, he raised his hands to the side of his body..

Your mouth started watering.  You went around to his back and resisted the urge to put your arms around him and rest your head on him. 

Instead, you evenly distributed some cream on his well-sculpted shoulders and back.  You let your fingers dip a little bit into his swim trunks, feeling the top of the muscles contained within.

“Turn around.”  Your voice was everything at that moment to Daveed.  He did as you commanded.

“You don’t think I can take it from here?”  He questioned you as you squeezed some more cream into your hand.

“I have a technique. I can make sure it’s on evenly.  Its already out of the tube.”  You looked him dead in the eye as you rubbed your hands together, listing the reasons why you should keep your hands on him.

Diggs chuckled, then let you have your way.  

“I’m all yours."

His eyes held a look like he meant it when he said that. Your heart did a funny dance.

You held his gaze as you spread the cream on his shoulders and out to his arms.  Then, you got some more cream and started on his pecs.  You spread it on, rubbing your palms against his nipples.  

Daveed’s eyes closed in ecstacy.  Then, your hands went down.  You traced his eight pack as you continued to stare him in his eyes which opened as you started going south.

You licked your lips as your hands went where his happy trail would have been if he hadn’t shaved.  At that moment, his cock jumped and you were so close you could feel it. 

Your eyes widened when you remembered that you were not alone….

Shit!  

You and Daveed both turned your heads and saw your friends watching the show as you were about to go for the gold in Daveed’s swim trunks.

The deck erupted into screams, whistles and applause as everyone laughed at your lust.

You both blushed and moved apart. 

“Okay pervs, the show is over.”  Daveed said as you moved to sit on the beach chairs.

D returned the favor for you;  his hands on your body having the same effect on you as earlier, but the difference was you were self conscious now.

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Dinner was chill, and you two enjoyed your surroundings and your friends, both of you sitting as far apart as possible.  

The dance you did was delicate, but everyone noticed the new intimacy despite the high sexual tension. You drank some wine, but not too much, and Daveed had about two Johnny Walker Blacks. 

Rafa led the discussion of music, politics and culture and the weekend was vibing.  You were very content in the moment. By 7:30, Daveed, Rafa, and Ant had to start to get ready to leave for the show.  

You walked him inside and you shared a few kisses.  You felt like a kid as he held you.

“Daveed.”

“Yes?”

“Daveed, tonight I want….” you looked into his eyes, which were meeting yours boldly.

“What do you want Lindy?”

“I want you to be with me tonight, Daveed. Spend the night in my room.” Daveed was on top of the world.

“Done.  But I want you to decide after the show what we're going to do in your room tonight Lindy.  We can just go to sleep.” His smile was mischievous.

You didn’t understand. “You playing hard to get?” 

That heat, that anger in you. That was that shit he liked.

“Oh. I’m not hard to get. Get me hard Lindy.” Knowing full well he was a second away form just that.  

“Meet me backstage after the show.”

He pulled away and went into his room, leaving Linden hot, bothered, and soaking wet.

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Acceptance

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Reader

This is a series with “Where Did You Learn This?” which is a drabble for an ask, and Learning Each Other.  

This AU will lead to a series collab with @riiyy called Dedicating Every Day To You.

This is also in response to this an ask about an acceptance speech.

Hope you like it Nonnie! (I said this would be a drabble. Welp!)

Word count: 6.5 K

Warnings: Cursing,Fluff, Hamilfam, Bay Boys, Rihanna,  NSFW (OMG SMUT), thigh riding, oral (m/f receiving), eating the groceries, all kinda freaky things, Plot. 18+

Summary: You’re nominated for a Tony Award. Can your day get any better?

**Ask me anything and I will respond.**

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It was the night of the Tony Awards, and you were nominated for Best Featured Actress in a Musical.

You’d spent most of the day with your glam team, a videographer shadowing your every move. So there was no chance to see your date at all since that morning. 

You smiled as you thought of the beautiful morning you’d shared.

You were giving bts realness for the cameras and you didn’t want the whole world to know what you were thinking from the look on your face when you messaged him.

And because of this morning, your yearning to be with him was intensified. A part of you just wanted to stare into his eyes all day.

As you closed your eyes for make up, you centered yourself, and reflected on the last two years of your life up until today. It had certainly been a roller coaster ride.

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You’d left town, left Daveed, came back to town and joined a new cast.  You were considered a breakout star in a breakout musical when Daveed came for you. You two started over.  

It was like you were a new creature.  And he was too.  He split his time between coasts as your show was on Broadway and his first love was the Bay.

You had never been so fulfilled at work and so in love with Daveed.  You had the chance to miss him and when he came to New York, you felt that everyone could hear the thunderclaps when you came together.  It was perfect. 

Life was good.

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Daveed was miserable.  That is, when he wasn’t with you.  He always thought he would never give up Cali, but when he was with you, he didn’t want to leave. 

He missed your eyes, your laugh, your smile, your skin, your mouth, your… everything. He felt like he couldn’t breathe without you.

Even now, he missed you. He looked into the mirror to get ready for the event knowing that he would see you soon. He looked himself in the eye and questioned if he were prepared for all this. 

Deep breath, he checked; he was fly. And ready for the rest of his life.

Daveed had come back to town yesterday evening, Rafa depositing at the airport,  making sure that he was ready for today complete with a pep talk in verse. 

When he got into La Guardia, you were at work and he was exhausted.  He fell into bed and he dreamt of you wrapped around him.

At 7:30 am, Daveed opened his eyes to his balls in your mouth as you stroked him off.  

What a way to wake up. 

“Shit, B-baby girl…” Daveed buried his hands in your hair, massaging your scalp as you massaged his cock.  You released him with a plop as you smiled up at him, only giving him a moment's reprieve before you deep-throated him.  

“F-fuck, gotdamngoodmornin…” 

You moaned at the sound of his deep, stuttering voice, the knowledge of what you were doing to him having this much effect.

Your mouth was so wet and your throat so tight that he was close in no time. Your tongue was doing him in. It swirled up and down his shaft and circled his tip, gathering all the precum leaking there before allowing him back into your throat, again and again. 

He pushed his head back into the pillow and pistoned up into your mouth, chasing his release because it felt so damn good. 

It had been three weeks and you thought he deserved it after so long.  Despite the long day ahead. It made you feel accomplished to take care of him this way. After all, he flew all the way back just to support you today.

Hot damn, you were the woman of his dreams, he thought as he looked up and saw your mouth wrapped around his dick. Those fucking lips. He had no choice but to shoot his seed down your throat. 

When you came up for a kiss and said, “Hi,” Daveed tried to capture you for more. But you escaped his clutches and slipped out of bed, reminding him that today was the big day.  

“Sorry baby, after the show.  We have work to do. We will be late to the shoot if we are not downstairs for the car in 30 minutes.” 

You called over your sexy shoulder as he watched your ass sashay into the shower.  

“No time for nookie right now.” 

Daveed started after you to the shower, determined to pay you back.

“Please, D!”  You called out, knowing his mind. 

“This is a special day and my anxiety is already through the roof.  I want you baby, but if we’re late to the shoot, we’ll be late for wardrobe, and make up, and hair, and my head will explode.”

Daveed grinned as he thought of his hard working love and her big day.  He was nervous too, but for a different reason.

So he just picked out his clothes, gave you a peck on the lips and a slap on the ass as you changed places for the shower. He was ready twenty five minutes from when you swallowed your kids.

Your wide smile when he came out on time was reward enough.

“Thank you, Baby.” Your eyes were bright.  “Let’s go.”

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He was excited and nervous for the photo shoot that you were headed to.  It would be the first time that Vanity Fair featured a Black couple and it was going to be dope. There were butterflies in his stomach.

You were a bundle of nervous energy in the car as you were in your messages, making stories with him and you on IG, and tweeting out good luck on the night on Twitter. 

Daveed decided to relax, smile, and support you on social media.  You were fucking glowing and he loved it. You were perfect. 

He got out first and helped you out of the SUV at the venue, Tavern on the Green.  

Daveed thought this was the perfect place for the shoot. In fact, he’d had a hand in the location. 

You didn’t know that detail, and he didn’t say a word, just held your hand as you two entered the closed establishment.

The photographer was iconic and had a storyline in her head.

“Ok, this shoot is a love story.  You are the photographer and she is the muse,” she said airily, pointing between you two.  

You both looked at each other with amusement that you didn’t want to show too much lest you offend.

“O-o-kay… So I’m the photographer, and she is my muse…?” Daveed repeated and the photog grew impatient. 

“Yes,” she snapped, pushing a vintage camera into his hands. “Let's get into wardrobe and go. Time is of the essence.” 

She pushed you off to the right and Daveed off to the left and you changed into wardrobe. Daveed smiled back at you over his shoulder and you just shook your head at him.

Before you knew it you two were outside in 1970’s attire. Daveed was wearing a floral print shirt that he would wear no matter the decade, and you loved your dress. 

For a minute you both just stood there, Daveed fumbling with the camera and laughing his nervous laugh.

“Go on, improvise.”  

You and Daveed looked at each other and got it together. His face changed as he got into character, suddenly serious as he appraised you.

You went with the flow as he looked at you, blushing under this character’s gaze.  In your mind, you were a young, naive model who was attracted to this fine, older photographer.  He turned you on.

"So, how do you want me?"  

You were polite, but with underlying confidence.  Daveed liked it, as the real photographer captured his expression on film.

He looked away from you. A stern voice came out of him, almost W.E.B. DuBoise, but not quite. 

 "I thought I'd get you against the ivy on the Tavern and some more in the park.  Then I thought we'd go back to my place." 

That sounded like an invitation for more. Maybe it was just your naive over active model imagination.

He raised his eyebrow at you and looked down into the aperture of the camera. You shivered a bit, the clicking and whirring of the real camera fading away as you got into the scene. The assistant was also taking video, but at this point you didn’t care.

"I want more of you in my studio."

That definitely sounded like more.  

"You're gonna get me against the ivy and then in your studio?" 

Your husky voice and smirk made the connotation clear to Daveed.

Daveed smiled a sly smile and stalked toward you, making your eyes go wide and your mouth hinge open.

“Yes! Yes! That’s it!” 

The photographer sounded like she was having an orgasm, but you two did not break character.

Daveed reached for your waist and rearranged the tie of your flowy cream dress.  Your bohemian style shift was beautiful, 70’s aesthetic being one of your absolute favorites. 

As his long fingers grazed your midsection, causing all kinds of tremors, the eye contact with Daveed was everything. He held your gaze for a few minutes, the photographer and her assistant circling around you. Then he spoke.

"Let's get going."

It was a terse remark that almost made you think he was mad at you.  The young model inside was scared and thrilled at that idea, wondering what he would do to you. 

You didn’t know how good of an actress you were.  That’s why Daveed would never tire of you, you could be someone different at the drop of a hat if he wanted.  But he seldom wanted that.  Today, however… he had to remember that this was a public place. 

Daveed positioned you in front of the brilliant green ivy that covered almost every inch of the building.  He worked silently as you zoned out into model land.  The photographer was eating it up.

You stayed there for a little while, then Daveed motioned for you to follow him back out to the path toward the entrance.

Daveed walked backward and pretended to shoot you as you walked, looking behind him every few feet.  You thought he was so graceful.  The camera was allowing him to stare at you and to focus on your beauty.  He was loving this concept.

Daveed stopped, slung the camera across his back and stalked toward you again.  

“Tilt your head like this…”  His fingers were at your head and he turned your head up, like he does when...

Your large brown eyes widened in surprise. This was getting real. Your lips parted and you tilted your head as instructed.  

Your small hands came up around his larger ones, and he relished the touch. Acting and time and space were forgotten as Daveed went for it and leaned in to kiss you. 

Before it could get too intimate, the photographer yelled, “Eureka! This is AMAZING!”

You two shared a look, but still didn’t break character as you separated from the kiss.

There was such chemistry going on that Daveed began to think of what he wanted to do to you later. 

That was better than to think of what was about to happen, because then he would lose his nerve. He didn’t like not knowing how you would react.

He pretended to take a few pictures of you as you held the pose and improved upon it.  You were the most beautiful muse on earth.

All of a sudden, he dropped his hands and stepped back.  He took a deep breath.

The photographer was yelling directions.

“Kneel down and get some shots of her from below.”  

The photographer was all business.  Daveed looked to you to be slightly horrified, but he quickly recovered.

The photographer stepped into the scene to position you this time.  It was only about 10 am, and it was going to be a long day you thought, as she positioned you so that you were looking toward the sunshine. Daveed was getting settled behind you.  

You looked back over your shoulder with attitude as she moved in front of you to capture the scene of Daveed shooting you.

“Good, now look toward me while I get the tableau of Daveed shooting behind you, it will be perfect.”

You mentally went through the checklist of what you needed to do for tonight as the photographer took a few shots of you staring off into the distance, with what you assumed was Daveed behind you.

You caught her eye as she nodded at something and smiled.

That was odd, and so different from her demeanor thus far. But you stayed in character.  Her assistant came closer to her and they were both now clicking away.

“Now, Beautiful, look behind you.”

You could feel Daveed get closer to you and you thought he was standing up.  You turned around to not see him where he should be. 

He cleared his throat and then you looked down to discover Daveed Diggs on one knee with a modestly huge diamond ring.  

You just couldn’t figure out how that fit into the storyline of the shoot for about 20 seconds. Then your heart dropped as you turned fully around. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Daved laughed nervously.  He said your full name.

“So remember when I said you were the dopest woman I’d ever met?”

"Marry me."

The words seemed to echo through Daveed's head. He felt like he was in the audio booth with his mouth dry.

He took your hand and started pushing the ring on your left ring finger. You stared at him and started pulling your hand away.

"Wait."

Daveed's heart dropped to the ground, which wasn't that far because he was on one knee.

Your head was swimming. What was happening right now? You felt as if you were going to hyperventilate, so you took a deep breath and opened your mouth again.

"Are you asking me something?"

You really wanted to know.

Daveed grinned at you. You wouldn't be you if this had been simple.

He held the ring up and your eyes went to it, mesmerized.

Daveed said your full name again. 

“Do you want to be my wife? Will you marry me?" This time it was a question.

You were shaking. You looked from the ring to his face.

"That's.... what I thought you said."

You stared at each other. It seemed like forever, but it was only five seconds. Another lifetime flashed before your eyes.

You knew beyond a doubt.

"Yes. Daveed Daniele Diggs, I will be your wife. I'll marry you if you will marry me."

Daveed shook his head and grinned as he slipped the ring on your finger.

Then he stood up and pulled you close. He looked in your eyes and kissed you for real this time.  You started to speak. 

“Why…”

“I know, I know, but I don’t want you to be anxious about this. This is your day.  You don’t have to talk, or think about this for the rest of today.  But I just wanted to make this extra special.” 

You weren’t thinking about that before, but now you were. You furrowed your brow and bit your lip. You played with the buttons on his shirt as you rested in his arms. He spoke again.

‘I was going to do it on stage tonight.”

You just stared at him, mouth open like a fish.

“You wouldn’t…” 

“Try me Baby.”

He was dead serious.

“But I thought it should be more private…”

You laughed at him.

“You thought I’d say no?”

Daveed laughed with you. 

 “Can you blame me?”  

You thought back to that night in Chicago two years before.

“You made the right decision.”

He watched you as you gazed at the ring. 

“And I thought that you needed this to match the other jewelry you were wearing tonight.” 

Daveed admired you admiring the ring.  You were flawless.

“But this one you get to keep.”

You grinned at him. “Forever.”

“And Ever.” 

You kissed again, and you realized you two were alone.

“So…  This photo shoot was a set up?”

Daveed grinned again.  “Kinda.  She wanted to shoot us, the golden couple of the moment, right? So I convinced her to play along.”

“Good job, Baby.  But we gotta go.”  

“Your wish is my command.” He led the way back into the Tavern.

Inside, the photographer and her assistant hugged you and wished you well.  The assistant let you know that she sent the footage of the proposal to your email addresses. You looked at Daveed.

He shrugged. “Put it out there when you want to. When you’re comfortable, or not at all.” 

Daveed was never one to want to attract the spotlight, but he kinda wanted everyone to know you were his. But it was all about you.

“I’m gonna send it to Rafa tho.  He was so nervous.”

“Awww Rafa, Papa Bear. Okay.  But swear him to secrecy. And let’s talk to our folks at the same time. Tomorrow. I can’t handle my mom right now.”  

You chewed your lip. You were getting so anxious.

Daveed nodded and grinned at you, and took you in his arms, calming your anxiety.

You hugged Daveed and relished the moment.  You looked up at him and pecked him on the lips.  Oh, the things you wanted to do.

“The proposal was so perfect I can’t believe it!” 

You flattened your hand against his chest to look at the ring. You felt his heart beating fast. You looked up at him. 

Daveed’s heart and mind was speeding ahead to a wedding.  

“You know, it's corny, but I really do see forever when I look at you.”  

“You know, I have all week off. Perks of being a nominee…”

“Winner.”

“Maybe.” You rolled your eyes. “Anyway. We can celebrate allll week long…. Daddy.”

Daveed moaned low in his throat and kissed you again.  It was passionate, but Daveed was the first one to pull away.  He leaned his forehead against yours and whispered.

“We should….”

“I know…” You looked at your watch. “Time to go.” 

Daveed felt the warmth of your smile as you headed toward your car.

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It was like a dream.

Everyone thought you had a good chance of winning.  You really were honored to be nominated, and you were thrilled at being able to wear your dream dress with your dream date on your arm. 

Life was pretty perfect. 

You felt like a princess as you were helped into your DRESS.  You couldn’t believe it when you got the call about it.

“Girl, I have the perfect dress that you can have.  I think you’d look fantastic.  Please wear it girlie. I’ll send you some Savage x Fenty to wear underneath too. That fine ass man will love it!”  

Your mouth was wide open as you stared at Daveed with wide-eyes. You couldn’t believe that THE Robyn Rihanna Fenty was on the other end of the line.  You’d exchanged numbers after one of your shows that she attended and she said she wanted you to call her, but you didn’t think she meant it.  

You’d replied to her texts like it was no big deal, but when she offered you one of her dresses to wear for the Tony’s you were super hype.  Daveed just laughed at you when you talked about it for three days straight.

Now you were wearing it and you felt like the queen herself. Your hair and makeup were perfect and if the night ended here, you would be a happy girl.

Daveed was his handsome self as usual.  Never one to wear a boring suit, still he was lower key than per normal, just because it was your night.  How you loved him so.

On the way to the venue, Daveed watched you marvel at the pandemonium as you pulled up outside Radio City Music Hall. 

He held you by the waist and smelled your hair as you leaned over him to get a glimpse as the crowd went wild around your car. 

In love was an understatement for what he felt for you.

"It's a lot, isn't it?" Daveed laughed at your wide eyed awe.

You looked back at him. "It's too much." You nervously giggled. You were halfway joking, but three-quarters serious, not knowing if you could do this. 

Daveed kissed your neck, to be careful of your makeup and your $2 Million necklace, lest the Tiffany security guard kill him.

"Just be yourself babe. That's more than enough. You'll kill 'em.  Wanna get burritos later?”

That made you laugh and eased your nerves a bit.

 “Sure.”

The car moved to the red carpet and your heart lurched. Daveed looked at you and said, "You ready?"

Everything happened in a blur.

Daveed hopped out as the crowd went wild again and there were blinding flashes of light as it seemed like half the world was taking pictures.

You were paralyzed as you watched D stand there for a minute and then seem to move forward.  You were terrified.

But, he stopped, turned around and offered you his hand. You felt like you could breathe again. Daveed smiled at you as you took his hand and stepped out of the car.  You smiled at Daveed and moved into the light with him.

You stopped at the step and repeat where everyone was yelling questions about what you both were wearing. Daveed answered that he was wearing Comme des Garçons. 

Then he stepped back and let you take the solo shine, going to sign autographs out of range of the cameras.  It was your night, after all.

Reporters called your name repeatedly. “Please tell us what you’re wearing!”

You allowed a sly smile to cross your lips.  

“Well, my friend Robyn let me borrow her vintage Zac Posen for tonight.”  Then you smiled brightly as the flashes went crazy.

“What about your jewelry!?”  

“Oh!  It’s Diggs and Company... I mean Tiffany and Company.” 

Another mischievous smile.  You felt on top of the world as you turned your head so that the diamond earrings and necklace shined.  

“Is that an engagement ring???”

The question rang out unanswered as you went to the next set of reporters, stopping to talk to the black journalist.

“What does this mean for you?”  

The girl was so earnest and so sincere. You looked her in the eye.

“Well, as Viola said, ‘The only thing that separates women of color, black women, from everyone else is opportunity.’ And I am so humbled to have this opportunity.”  

“I am ever grateful that she, and women like Audra McDonald and Anika Noni Rose, and my dear friends Adrienne Warren, Rene Elise Goldsberry, and Jasmine Cephas Jones have helped pave the way, both as nominees and awardees.  I am honored to walk in their footsteps.”

The girl then pushed the mic toward Daveed.  At first he waved it off, but you pulled him forward to speak. You nodded at him and he granted the girl’s wish. 

“Yeah yeah. Ummm. Well, tonight is not my night, I’ve had my night, right? Like she said, there are tons of audacious, talented black women who have come down this road.  I am simply honored to walk down this road beside one.” 

You beamed at your future husband and made your way into the theater.

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Energy was high as you sat in your seat and enjoyed the show.  You grinned as Daveed presented an award and winked at you from the stage. 

The cameras caught your blush as you squirmed in your seat.  He was going to get it later. You smirked. 

You received pats on the shoulder from Lin and Chris as they went up for their awards, Anthony and Jasmine were sitting behind you and Ant kept kicking your seat.  

The cameras almost caught you flipping him off. You kiki’d with your friends during the commercial breaks. You were having a ball.

Your cast performed in their formal attire for one of the numbers, and it was good to chill your nerves.  But you were still anxious as your category approached.

Jazzy, as the winner of the award the year before, presented the award in your category. 

“Here are the nominees for a performance by an actress in a Supporting Role in a musical…” 

Cameras were trained on all five of the actresses as she read your names, including you, who smiled, winked and flashed the peace sign, your ring winking from the house lights.

Jasmine wiggled her eyebrows before she read the card. 

“And the American Theater Tony Award goes to…”

Jasmine started squealing and jumping up and down as she read who the winner was.

It was like you heard your name underwater.  You sat there shocked as Daveed grinned and leaned over to kiss you, Anthony pushing your shoulder from behind. 

You sat there a second before you shakily stood up and put your hand on your chest, trying to get composed.

Daveed stood and took your hand.

“Here, Short Stack,”  he smiled and walked you to the stage, holding on to your hand until you ascended the steps, his long arms facilitating your safety in the 6 inch heels.

You heard some ‘awwws’ behind you and you were almost bowled over by Jazzy rushing you and kissing you as you gained the mic.  You hugged her back, then she let you go and you stepped to it.

“Wow!” You were out of breath and on the verge of tears. 

“You know there are some days when I myself think I'm overrated... but not today." You laughed along with the whole auditorium.  

“Where do I begin? I want to thank all the shoulders of the strong and brave and courageous women, Black women, that I am standing on, my mother, who sacrificed so much for me,  and every family member and friend who have shaped me into the person I am at this very moment. Without all of you, there would be no me. So I love you all! All of you!”

You caught your breath again. 

“Whew, to this whole Broadway community, I love you so much. To all the other women in my category- you guys are amazing. Friendship is magic!” You looked around the auditorium and the straight at your fiancé.

“To Daveed, my rock. Thank you for giving me ‘the big one’ every time I ask for it.” 

He grinned again and hid his face in his hand as Anthony beat him on the shoulder.

“Daveed, you asked me a very important question earlier, and I want to tell everyone my answer.”  

You got quiet and so did the auditorium, you heard Lin yell, “Get it Diggs!”

Daveed laughed.

“Yes, I will go get burritos with you after the show.”  Everyone laughed.  “Thank you all so much!”  

You waved and Jazzy’s mouth dropped open as she walked you backstage.

“Girl! Let me see that rock!”  She stared at it and you wide-eyed. “That’s that Disney film money.  I’m so happy!  I’ve been rooting for you two!”

“You are so silly, Jazz.  I love you!”  You hugged her and went on to the press line of winners.

When you finished with the requirements backstage, you met Daveed.  You were gushing and kissing and just being a sickening annoying couple.  

You did not confirm that you were engaged, but everybody guessed. You got burritos after the after party.  It was such a perfect, bubbly time.

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You finally made it back to your place. It was 2 am.  You had been kinda buzzed, but both of you had sobered up as the night wore on. Now it was just you, Daveed, and Tony.  You hadn’t let it out of your sight all night.

Daveed stalked toward you, grabbed the award and put it on the table beside the door. 

“I’ve been jealous of her. She’s been in your grip all night.”  

“Oh yeah?” You were moving toward your bedroom.

“Yeah.” Of course, Daveed was following.

His eyes were sweeping up and down what he knew he owned, and you wanted nothing more than to give it to him.  But you wanted to talk about getting married.

You moved to take off your heels, but D put his hand on your arm.

“Don’t take them off yet.  Please.”  He said it so softly, but you felt the command and had to obey.

You just stared at him as he took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.  You had to make sure your mouth was closed and forced your eyes to his face.  He smirked as he pulled you to him.

Even though you had kissed hundreds of times before, that didn’t stop Daveed from having to support you with his hand around your waist as his mouth worked its magic on your senses.  When he was done, your head was spinning as you tried to talk to him.

“D-Daveedl, I-I want to talk to you about….oh.”  

He spun you around and was kissing your shoulder as he unzipped your dress.

“You sure?”  

You could feel his smile against your skin. 

“Yes, I’ve got to tell you….ah.”  

Daveed was now tracing the indentation that the zipper had left on your back with his lips, ending up on his knees behind you.  

“You better get a fucking wedding dress that fits. I don’t want you starving yourself to fit into something that does not allow for your beautiful curves.”  

He was kissing your ass now, his thumbs kneading into the apex of your thighs. Wetness met him there, and he couldn’t help but smile.

You held the dress to your body as he put his hands on your hips and turned you around to face him.

Daveed put his face in your covered crotch, pulled back and smiled. 

“Someone is a little ready for me.  What is it you want to talk about?”  He stood up, moved your hands and started to peel the dress away from your body. 

The dress came down and pooled at your feet. He was careful to help you step out of it and drape it over the chair before he continued.

He started to kiss your neck as you moaned softly and tried to speak. 

“I-I need to let you know that….geez!”  

Daveed’s thumbs were on your lace covered nipples as his mouth was making its way to one of them.

“Shhhhhh.  It’s okay,” Daveed said in between kisses.  

“We’ll talk about all that tomorrow.  Now, I just want….”  

His lips found their goal and it was a wrap for you wanting to talk.  

The time Daveed took with your breasts was sweet torture and ended too soon. He stepped back to look at you in your lingerie and red bottoms.

“Damn, that’s hot!”  

Your body clenched at those words. 

“Heels lift you up so you fit just right.”  

He stopped behind you and pressed his crotch into your behind.  Then he continued his journey.

D trailed his hand around your waist and ass as he walked around you.

You’d regained some of your senses. You arched your eyebrow and smiled at him.  

“Don’t you think you are a little overdressed?”

Daveed stopped in his tracks, captured by your smile.  He grinned back at you. 

“Yeah, I think we should be matching.”

He stopped and removed the rest of his clothes. You were so wet; you just had to have Daveed inside you. 

"I've been waiting for this. All. Day. Long."

You reached up and kissed his lips.

"I've missed these."  

Daveed smiled and bit his bottom lip.  He knew that would get you. He laughed a little bit at himself.

"You're not funny!"  You scolded him.  "You know what you're doing to me."  

D still didn't say anything, he just admired you in your navy lingerie.  

You took in his naked torso and then looked back into his eyes.  

He smiled.  You grinned, turned around and led him to the bed.

Damn! Was what Daveed thought as soon as he got a good look at your ass in the thong and garter set.  

You stopped at the edge of the bed and kissed him again.  He allowed you to turn him around and then push him down onto the mattress.  Once there, he put his arms behind his head.

You had an idea. You would show him what he was getting for life. You sat back on the bed on your knees, they were open wide and Daveed could view your covered crotch very well. 

“When you were gone, I had to touch myself. Like this." 

You trailed your hands down and slowly pulled your bra cups down and revealed your breasts with rock hard nipples. 

You slowly traced your hands over them, rubbing your nipples softly at first, then pulling on them, moaning and licking your lips.

All Daveed could think was that you were so hot. 

"My bad, Baby. Go for it. It's still your day."

Your hand was moving up your leg to your core. You flicked your nipple with one hand and went to town inside your panties with the other. 

You were looking straight at him and he could tell that him watching lent to your experience.You looked too perfect. But D couldn't view the promised land.

"Can't see. Thong is in the way." He could barely form sentences.

"What do you want to see? This?"

You looked down and pulled your panties to the side to reveal yourself sopping wet cunt with one hand while you moved your fingers in circles over your clit.

"Fuck. Yeah."  Daveed began stroking his dick. "You look amazing."  

He bit his lip before he said, "Still an obstructed view."

You smiled at your man and stood up, holding on to the bedpost as you stepped out of your soaked underwear. 

Daved sat up grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you down, your legs straddling his thigh. 

"Hey," you said, smiling down at him.

"Hey yourself." 

His hot breath on your nipple caused you to grind on his lap. He blew on his stone peaches a little more, then started sucking the shit out of them while staring up at you. 

You couldn't help but move and start sliding over Daveed’s thigh; you were so slippery. It had been so fucking long, but he knew your spots. He felt your pussy start vibrating. And D could feel it too. 

"Damn Baby. You feel so good. Even on my leg. Let me feel exactly how warm and wet it is..."  

You hopped off his thigh and smiled down at him before he reached his goal.

He had something for you. Daveed leaned back and took his underwear off, then he picked it up and started stroking.

You stared for a second and licked your lips as that beautiful sight. Damn, you wanted it so bad. It was like a magic wand he was using to control you. You felt yourself start to drip. You smiled and then sank to your knees in front of him.

"You're gonna want to see this." The look in your eyes...Daveed moaned as he hit the back of your throat. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh."  

You released him from your mouth with a pop and smiled. 

"Again."  

He was at that point.  You could tell by his voice that you had him. Literally in the palm of your hand.

"You like fucking my throat?"

"No question." 

Daveed replied as he reached for your nipples.  He flicked them with his thumb and forefinger. Hard.  Like he knew you liked.

"Fuuuuucckkkk." 

You threw your head back as your wetness multiplied.  Then you opened your eyes again, watching his cock grow and throb before you.

"You are so fucking hard." 

You stared at it, eyes gleaming.  

You climbed back on his lap and slid back and forth on top of his dick without penetration to get a little relief. 

It felt so damn good. Daveed made a move to enter you and you whispered in his ear. 

“Finally. Fuck me. Please.”

Daveed reached in between you and lined up with your sopping core. He watched as you leaned up and positioned yourself above his thick head. He teased you with it as he swiped it back and forth.

"Damn, Baby." 

Daveed watched you sink down and take it all.  He grunted and sighed as your body shuddered around him. He manipulated your clit with his thumb, faster and faster in time with your hips. 

It was good but not enough. He stood up with you wrapped around him and fucked you into the air before he put you on the bed and started trying to put you under the ground.

Your whole body shivered and you threw your head back.  The sensation of your wetness against his cock was everything.

He started making low grunts in his throat as you almost brought him to the brink.  But he held back, using all the willpower he had.

You were speaking in tongues as you came like fireworks.  You weren't on earth for a while.  As you came down, you were aware that Daveed had pulled out and was rolling you over and lifting your ass up in the air.  

You arched your back for him. It was a wonderful sight in the remaining lingerie. Daveed had to taste every part of you and you gasped and moaned as he explored the most forbidden part of you with his tongue.  

“Fuck, Baby!”  He ran his tongue along your slit up to your tight ring and his fingers helped bring you to the brink again.

“I worship you. My love. My future wife. The mother of my children.”  His fucking voice did you in as you came like a freight train. 

Daveed could not deny himself any longer.  You were so beautiful when he made you come undone and the thought that it was for forever made him almost come in the air. 

You both gasped as he entered you again.

"Daveed! I love you so much!”  With those words, Daveed couldn’t hold on any longer. He released his spend, thick ropes of cum unraveling inside you.

“Damn girl.” Daveed smiled, collapsed beside you and wrapped you in his arms. 

You lay together, sweaty and happy.  You smiled and then pouted up at him, exhaustion overtaking you.

“My day is over now. But It was so amazing. Thank you Diggs.”

Daveed looked at you and kissed you on your forehead.

“No problem Short Stack. I promise you. This is just the beginning. It’s my goal to give you the big one every day of our lives.”

You didn’t even have the strength to laugh as you drifted off to the sound of Daveed’s chuckle under your ear.

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Fresh Squeeze, Chapter 7

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Lots of pics, Cursing, Angsty Angst, Mention of Death, Lots of Plot, Anthony Ramos, Afro Samurai, Clothes altering, SMUT: Fingering, Thumb sucking, Fluff. 18+.

Word Count: 6.6 K 

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic. 

Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, movie star.  They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were chaotic. She knows now that wasn’t love. 

Read the Previous Chapter.

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Thursday night/Friday, May 6-7, 2023

After Daveed heard what you said, he stood stock still, trying to decide whether or not to go back into your room.  He clenched his fists and concentrated intensely to not break the fucking door down. All he needed was for you to call his name…

You stood in the middle of your room, naked except for the towel.  You closed your eyes and prayed for strength to not go running after him. You had to stay in control.  

But if you saw him turn your door handle, you would fuck him right there on the floor of your room.

After a few minutes, you both turned around and went about your business, Daveed to his room and you to the shower. You thought of Daveed in the shower and fell into bed still thinking of him. 

What did you want for your birthday, if not Daveed?

Daveed, alone in his bed, thought of all the feelings involved.  He knew you were fragile, but it seemed you were relaxing a bit, deciding to trust him if just a little.

He resolved to give a little bit of chase. You just needed to feel safe and accepted. 

You dreamt of each other so deeply that all that was left when you woke up was a wisp of a memory.

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Daveed did not sleep long.  Even though it was after 4 o’clock when he went to sleep, he was up by 10, hard on raging under the sheets.  

He’d be damned if he jerked off, but he remembered your voice through the door of the room last night, and he had to strip the sheets away, as he was making a mess at the thought of you.  

He decided to go for a run on the beach. He pulled on some basketball shorts and decided to go shirtless, as the temperature outside was already 80 degrees.

Daveed ran with his music blasting in his ears.  He played out song lyrics and lined up preparation for upcoming roles.  Before he knew it, he was three miles down the beach from the house.

He turned around as the tropical heat and the sun was getting to be a bit much. He went back in and went to his room to shower and put some clothes on. You didn’t know the sight you were missing.

When you woke up at Noon, you pulled on Mark's t-shirt and basketball shorts and made your way to the kitchen which had floor to ceiling windows and glass doors facing the ocean. It was breathtaking. The doors were open and the ocean breeze felt amazing.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" 

You turned to see Daveed at the stove, greeting you and smiling. 

He was wearing an orange Oakland tank top and some pajama pants slung low on his hips. You smiled at his hair, which was tied up in two curly puffs at the front, with the back down in his wild curls.  

Even though it was an odd hairstyle for a grown man, you knew the curl life. And it did not take away from his masculinity.  

Not. At. All.

Besides, his curly puffs gave you a place to focus rather than on his well-muscled arms.  

Daveed’s hair reminded of when your mom did your hair only to have Dell try to pull your pony tails out as soon as she dismissed you from the kitchen chair. 

Ya’ll would get into so much trouble for fighting yet again. The thought gave you a warm feeling at the memory as you smiled wider and patted your own pineappled hair. 

‘Damn, her smile is a killer,’ Daveed thought as he watched you look around the kitchen for other signs of life. Now he was glad that he couldn’t sleep, and that he decided to be productive.  

He would have the chance to talk to you. As friends. Yeah.  He nodded to himself, trying to emphasize that last thought.  Friends.

Fuck.  He was in serious trouble.

Noticing that you and he were the only two humans in the kitchen and sniffing the air for the delicious smell that was wafting over from the stove, you finally greeted Daveed.

"Good morning, D.  Looks like everyone else is still knocked the fuck out.” 

Your other four friends were nowhere to be found.

You laughed, yawned and stretched.  Daveed turned back to the stove, cursing to himself. You were so damn fine.

“Calm the fuck down boy,” he whispered.

“What’s that?” 

You ventured over to see Diggs making French toast and bacon. Your stomach rumbled.

"I said sit down. Sounds like you’re hungry, haha. We gotta feed you. Grab some fruit over there and I'll serve you right up."

You grabbed something and sat down at the bar facing the windows. When Diggs turned to offer you some fresh oj, you didn't notice him watching you eat your banana. 

Your lips were a problem for him. When you looked away from the ocean, Daveed turned back to the stove and looked over his shoulder to smile at you.

His smile made you feel some kind of way.

"Why do they call you ‘Smiley?’" 

Daveed laughed, a sound that was quite nice.

“Because I started out as a clown. A professional clown.” 

You tilted your head, convinced that he was fucking with you. But maybe, he and Rafa always talked about the random shit they did to make money before they made it.

When he winked and turned back to the stove to the food, you just shook your head and ate the rest of your banana, positive that Daveed was fucking with you.

Meanwhile, Diggs was trying to stop himself from thinking about fucking with you. He did not need to watch you eat a banana. He licked his lips as he thought of how your lips tasted.

You smiled at Diggs’ broad back. He seemed different this morning.

He turned to plate some food for you and smiled again, shaking his head.

“Most times it’s a nervous tick.”

You were confused. “What’s a nervous tick?”

“My smile. I'm actually a really shy person.  Most times my smile is a defense mechanism.”

You were not sure about all that. Daveed had to know how he affected people.

“I’m not sure I believe that. Man. You are famous for performing in front of hundreds of people a night.  You’re on tv, movies, for goodness sake! You do live rap shows with your shirt off. I ain’t boo boo the fool.”

Daveed’s laugh filled the kitchen.

“How many clipping. shows did you watch on YouTube?  Or did you only watch the ones where I'm shirtless?” 

His look was hungry, and surprised, like he couldn’t believe he’d said that out loud. Then he barrelled on.

“I am shy, but I get my energy from crowds. I'm an introverted extrovert. Ya feel me?"

You nodded, understanding. You noticed that he was fiddling with the spatula he had in his hand. Uncertain again. He really was awkward. It was sweet. And hot.

Diggs continued.

"When I perform, I'm probably under the influence."

Pause.

"Hold up. What?" 

You flashed back to Mark. You couldn’t be around this again. Daveed caught your panicked look.

"Oh, it’s not like that, haha."  

That laugh and that smile. It automatically put you at ease. 

"It just takes a little. Drink; like last night at Criag’s Adrenaline; when I used to run track. Now it's performing." 

Daveed watched you carefully, gauging whether or not to continue. Fuck it, he thought. He felt as comfortable with you as when he first met Rafa.

"You know what the best drug is?" 

You cocked your head to the side, intrigued despite yourself. That smile. It was angelic and so opposite of what came out of his mouth next.

"Fucking. You know? When it's that good good. Or even better, that feeling when you haven't smashed, but the sexual tension is everything?"

There was suddenly little air in the room. You had to open your mouth to get oxygen. Oh. You knew the feeling alright. You gulped down your orange juice and continued eating.

"Hard-dick dopamine delivers every time." 

He said it so casually. He was playing innocent, but he was going for it.

You choked on your bacon. Daveed came up beside you.

"Raise your arms above your head.”

You turned toward him, held your arms up and he helped you, his hands holding your hands up. You stopped coughing pretty quickly but you stared at each other with your small wrists in his large hands. Daveed shifted on his feet and cleared his throat.  

“You good?" His voice had to be a couple of octaves lower. 

You gaped for a second, mouth still open, then laughed and nodded, pulling your arms slightly to get him to release them.  Daveed let go, stepped back and laughed along.

"But yeah. Back to what we were talking about...It just takes a little high, and I'm a completely different person." 

You watched him as he crossed his chocolate arms. 

"So what's your drug? Your motivation?"

That was something you didn't want to think about too hard. You tried to avoid his eyes. You cleared your throat and took another drink.  

“You got any vodka for this orange juice?”

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“C’mon. I made you this gourmet breakfast and everything…” You could hear the smile in his voice even though you were looking down. You didn’t feel pressed, you just felt like telling D this would open up so many things to him.

"Well, I don't do hard drugs if that's what you mean. No pills, or coke. Don't need molly," you winked and filled your mouth with French toast. 

"Gosh. This food is amazing!"

Daveed could barely make out the words through the food in your mouth.  He shook his head.

"Thanks, but don’t play me Lindy. Is french toast your motivation?"

Diggs wasn't letting you off the hook. You thought about it.  He was being very cool, and you felt safe with him.  You plunged ahead.

"I think about how fragile life is. How it is not guaranteed from day to day. How it can be taken away in a moment." 

You tried to push the emotions down and took a deep breath.

"I lost my twin brother when we were 17 in a car accident. I think a lot about what he didn't get to do. And that motivates me to do better with my life."

Daveed just looked down at the counter, mortified that he had pushed you to share something so personal. Then he finally looked up at you.

"That's a good reason to be motivated. I'm sorry for your loss." He looked down at his plate again.  "Look, I didn't mean to press you...."

Telling Daveed about Dell just felt right, even though you really didn’t know him like that.

"Don't apologize.  You didn't know. And I'm glad I told you." 

Diggs looked up at her and smiled. You smiled back.

He got up and stood next to you to grab your plate. Daveed smelled like coconut. It was nice. You closed your eyes and sniffed him.

"You done?" He was laughing at you.

"What? Oh, yeah. Thanks."

"Where is the fooood?"

Craig padded in the kitchen, with a wide smile. 

"There you are." You grinned at your cousin.

"Goood morningggg peopleeeee! I smell the Diggs Special. Hey. You two fuck last night?”

Rafa came in already on one this morning. Unlike his best friend, his confidence seemed to seldom waver.

He ignored your shocked looks and Craig’s laughter and went to get some food.  He continued as if he just walked in and said, “Good morning.”

"Ay, D, you gonna go check out this venue in town with me?"

Daveed shook his head at his friend. But he was chilling.

"Sure, what up?"

"I figure we can turn up on stage tonight"

"Cool. Let me eat and chill a little bit before we go." He looked at his watch. "About two?"

"Dope."

Jasmine walked into the kitchen. 

“Lindy needs to go shopping. We should come with.  You down, Craig?”

“You know it. That reminds me, we gotta fix you up.  Start destroying Daveed’s pants, since Lindy won’t do it for real.”

“Y’all gonna get enough…” you were getting swole.

“Calm down Ms. Fussy pants. Let’s go.”

Craig grabbed some shears from the kitchen and went toward Lindy’s room.

When you got to your room, Craig gave you the business.

"You are so tiresome."

“What?”

“You just need to fuck the man. We are all tired of feeling this sexual tension. It’s bothersome.”

“Leave me alone, Craig.” You watched as he worked his magic on the jeans. “What if I don’t want t…”

“Lie.”

“What if I’m not read…”

“Fuck that.”

“What if he hurts me? What if I hurt him?”

Craig put the shears down and turned toward you.  

“Listen, stop over thinking and do what you feel. What you want. Turn up. It’s your birthday. Anybody can see that man is all about you.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know. But you deserve…” He didn’t say it. 

“You deserve. Now put these clothes on, bitch.”

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You emerged from the room and no one paid any particular attention to you, no one but Daveed. 

His eyes swept from your feet, which were housed in some of Jasmine’s high heeled sandals, to your long, brown legs which were highly moisturized and seemed to go on and get better from your juicy calves to your generous, muscular thighs. 

Craig had cut and distressed some jeans that Daveed didn't particularly love to garments that he felt he could not live without. 

On you. 

Damn, Daveed gaped as he remembered that you probably didn’t have any underwear on. 

His eyes moved up to notice how his blue Oaklandish t-shirt was huge, but the way you had it tied up let it accentuate your waist, breasts and shoulders.

‘Good God,’ he thought. As his eyes moved up to yours, he saw that you noticed his reaction and were smiling at him. He smiled back. He wanted you to wear nothing but his destroyed and altered clothing for the rest of your life.

“OKAYYYYYYY, you look cute as hell.” Jasmine admired your outfit.  

“Thank you!”  Craig responded. 

“Yes, you did that!” Jas laughed.  “And the model ain’t half bad.” Jasmine got up, took your hand and had you twirl.

“Got DAMN!”  

Everyone turned and looked at Rafa as he yelled.  He put his hand over his mouth. “Oh, did I say that out loud?”

Daveed was so grateful that you did not have any of your own clothes. Your ass in those distressed shorts were everything. He gulped and you and Jasmine giggled.

“Be quiet!” 

Anthony shushed everybody and then gave you a double take. 

“Nice, Lindy,” but then he turned back to the tv. He was used to Jasmine’s glorious ass, so he was nonplussed. 

“Let’s just finish this episode before we go. It’s my favorite,” he said as Jasmine went back over to sit down with him.

Black Dynamite was on the tv while they were waiting. It was the alien episode. 

Ant and Jas were curled up in a big white overstuffed chair, Craig was on the other,while Daveed and Rafa were on the couch. You sat down in between them. 

You leaned your head on Rafa’s shoulder, looking at Daveed. Rafa put his arm around you, watching the show, as you put your legs up on Digg’s knees. 

You didn’t see Rafa wink at Daveed, who just smiled at you and turned toward the screen. After a couple of minutes, he put his hand on your shins, looking over to see if it was okay.  

Your chill smile indicated your assent.  He started lightly rubbing, looking down at your caramel skin. Your legs were so soft. 

Diggs peeked up at you relaxing and accepting his touch, and snuggling into Rafa’s embrace.  The way you were looking at him was everything, even if you were in Rafa’s arms. 

Rafa was his boy. And he knew what you wanted. As for Daveed and you, you two were watching each other and not the screen.

Daveed decided to move his hand up your leg, but a flash went off and he stopped. He hadn’t noticed that the show was over and that Craig was taking pictures. 

"This is so cute! Family love!" 

He was cheesing as he snapped a wide-angle selfie and some pics. Jasmine came and sat on your lap, the couch becoming a crazy twister game. 

Anthony came behind the couch and snuck in the pics with the crazy eyes flipped a double bird behind Rafa’s head. You were all being so silly.

"What is this, a orgy?” Rafa with the jokes. 

“Not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with that.” That devilish smile. Everybody laughed. 

“Y’all are some beautiful people, but ain’t nobody got time for that. Let's go."

Anthony seemed hype.  He slapped his hands together and then rubbed them.

“Okay, we have a choice, since we are going into town we can drive….” he looked around at everyone.  “OR, we can go over in my new boat!”

Everyone sensed that there wasn’t really a choice, so they all said, “Boat!” and laughed.  

Anthony’s grin was wide as fuck.  Jasmine harshed the flow.

“The only thing is, it only has four seats…”  Everyone looked around and counted six people. Ant spoke up.  

“I’ll be piloting, so I will stand, but it takes about 20-30 minutes, soooooooo…..”

“Sooooooo, Lindy… would you mind sitting on D’s lap? We need to get creative.” 

Her eyes sparkled as she smirked. 

“Would that be okay with you Diggs?”

Rafa coughed “Setup” into his hand.

You looked at Jasmine and Anthony and Daveed, who was looking at you expectantly.  You were in agreement with Rafa, but you weren’t mad. It seemed that everyone was looking at you.

“Sure…” said Daveed whose eyes were fixed on you.  “Is that okay with you, Lindy?” 

You smiled and nodded your head.  “I’m cool with it.”   Daveed smiled wide, eyes crinkling with happiness.

Jasmine and Anthony led you all out onto the back deck, where you and Jas took off your heels, and down to the beach, a little ways away to the boat dock.  You and Daveed brought up the rear of the little ensemble.

You were watching the waves and the beautiful surroundings, trying not to focus on the awkwardness. 

Daveed was watching you.

“You good Lindy?” 

Daveed’s voice broke your reverie.

“Yeah.” 

You two stopped and looked at each other.  Your head was tilted back, looking into D’s eyes. He smiled down at you and you felt warm.  Must have been the sun.

“Heyyyy youuu guuuysss!”  

Daveed nodded his head toward the boat. 

“Leggo.”

You smiled and followed him. Ant was at the helm, Jasmine and Rafa were at the front, and Craig was in the second row.  

Daveed stepped on the boat and turned around offering you his hand. You flashed back to that January night.

You swallowed, smiled and tried to board. And immediately fell when you misjudged the deck while stepping on the boat.

Daveed helped you up, chuckling, while Craig howled and Rafa shook his head. Jasmine just stared, open mouthed, said “That’s not funny,” then burst out laughing.

Anthony was busy getting the boat ready but had a grin on his face.

“Fuck all y’all!”

“No, not all of us, just D…”

“Shut the fuck up Craig.”  You gave him the gas face and then turned and smiled at Daveed.

Daveed was seated and spread his arms out so you could sit down.  Anthony started the engine, so you got settled in on his lap as carefully as you could.  

“You okay?” you asked him softly, turning on his lap and feeling the muscles in his thighs. And maybe something else. 

You tried to adjust your shorts to cover your core adequately, because like this, he would easily be able to ascertain your situation.

Daveed looked into your eyes and whispered, “I’m perfect.”

You agreed silently as you stared back into his big browns. 

You were thrown against Daveed’s chest as the boat gained speed. You were able to feel his abs through his t-shirt and your rear shifted and came into contact with his crotch. 

‘This is going to be a fun ride,’ you thought, smiling to yourself.

Daveed put his arms around you, one at your waist and one on your legs, to try and hold you steady.  The movement of the boat allowed him to feel you, just as he wanted.  

He turned his head and looked at the water, concentrating on keeping his hands in neutral locations.

Jas looked over at you.  “You okay?” she mouthed.

You smiled and nodded, giggling a little.

D turned his head back quickly to look at your face. You looked at him and winked. He smiled and unknowingly started stroking your leg.

You stopped laughing and all of your attention turned to his hand on your leg. You adjusted yourself in Daveed’s lap. You were getting a little moist and could feel his cock becoming hard. 

Your lips parted and you started breathing a little faster.

The feel of you on his lap was what was up. There was a definite heat from your core. Daveed happened to look down at his t- shirt on you and saw that your nipples were hard.  

All he wanted was for them to be in his mouth and to be enveloped in your heat.

Daveed turned his head to look at everyone else to see if they noticed you two, and his lips brushed your shoulder.  He heard your sharp intake of breath.

Geez, he felt like he could take you on the boat in front of everyone. By the way your body was reacting, he thought that you would let him.  

He finally noticed he was stroking your leg and stopped himself.  He sat up straighter and tried to get control.

You closed your eyes and moaned a little when Daveed pulled away.  All you wanted at that moment was him inside you. When you opened your eyes, Daveed was looking at you.

“You sure you’re comfortable? I could sit on the boat deck if you want.”

“No!” you said a little too loudly.  Craig smirked at you.

You blushed, then relaxed again in D’s arms. How could a moment be so awkward, yet so perfect?.  

After about 20 minutes, the view of the pretty little town of Isabela became clear.  It looked like a neat spot to spend the day, but you were sad that the boat ride was over.

As the boat came to a stop and tied off at the dock, you and Daveed let everyone get off before them, then D climbed out, turned around and held out his hand for you.  

You took it and stepped out onto the dock. You didn’t let go and Daveed didn’t either. No one said anything, just exchanged glances as you and Daveed concentrated on being casual with it.  

Truth be told, each of your hearts were pounding in your chest.  

This is another world. You could be free and do what you wanted to do.  And what you wanted to do was to hold Daveed’s hand.

Daveed’s chest was puffed out, proud that you decided to show affection. In front of the crew. 

This was a big step but he tried not to make it a big deal.  

You strolled together and admired the architecture, holding his hand until you walked to the shopping center on Barbosa Street.

They were going to check out a venue to do a show later in the weekend. Daveed didn’t want to let you go.

Rafa and Ant just walked on and let Daveed handle his business. 

“Go to work.” 

You smiling at him was everything, as Daveed played with your hand, moving it up to lace his fingers in yours and press your palm upright.

Jas and Craig went into the store.

“It’s not work. Having fun creating with friends…”  

Daveed really wanted to create fun with you. He felt like he should kiss you goodbye, but he didn’t want to push it.

“Bye Daveed.  See you in a few.” 

You laughed, cause it was like he was going off to war. This was too much.

“Bye Linden…” 

He finally let your hand go and then backed up the street in the direction that his bros went, not wanting to let you out of his sight. 

When you disappeared into the store, he turned and ran to catch up.

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Rafa and Anthony were talking to the club owner in Spanish, Daveed following along, but not very well.  He thought they were talking about lighting and sound, but couldn’t get the entire conversation.

“Tienes tu propio gaffer o tenemos que hacer nuestra propia iluminación?”

“Nosotros tenemos un capataz, pero él cobra una tarifa separada.”

Daveed zoned out and planned how he was going to get closer to you.

Rafa turned to him and said something, and Daveed nodded. 

“Oh, absolutely.”

 He had not one clue what was happening in this club right now.  His mind was on you.  Rafa and Ant looked at each other.

“So, when they bring up the pigs in tutus, we cut one open and smear the blood all over you…” 

Anthony wanted to see if Daveed was paying attention.

Daveed smiled. “Sounds dope.”

Rafa and Ant shook their heads at him.

“Listen dude, your head is not in the game right now. You need to get right.”

They didn't have to tell him twice. 

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You were going to town.  Craig and Jasmine had abandoned you and were already down at Pinkheart and Loft.  You were not moving from H & M.

You didn’t mind being alone in the store, as you minored in shopping in undergrad. You were in the zone. And zoned out from what was happening with Daveed. You needed some headspace.

Your hands were full of clothes and your heart was feeling light as you headed toward the dressing room. 

You could barely see over your pile when the cute top you just recently grabbed off a clearance rack fell on the floor as you rushed ahead.  You walked past it before you realized, then went back to try and pick it up.

You jumped as soon as you turned around.

Daveed was standing there with your top in his hand.

"Drop something?"  That smile was everything.

You stared at him wide-eyed. 

‘Fuck. Me.’ Daveed thought. 

"Here, let me take your pile, I'll help you to the register."

You smiled at him again. He'd do anything to see that smile forever.

"Oh, ok. Thanks." 

You handed over the clothes to reveal a handful of sandals underneath which you kept. Daveed slowed himself to appreciate you fully.

“I really like that shirt on you.” Daveed bit his lip. “And those shorts..”

You saw him checking you out and you watched him, your eyes fixed on his lips. 

You recalled the talk about what mouths could do from months ago but were thinking about his succulent lips. And you couldn’t stop.

You needed to remain in control.

"I'm not going to the register, I'm going to try these on.  You can drop them at the fitting room." 

Daveed looked around to tear his eyes away from you.  He caught you checking him out when he swung his eyes back around.  His stomach flipped a little.  

He smiled.

"Well."

You were at the fitting room, the attendant eyeing Daveed as he gave you a number and pointed you to a stall.  

You took the 10 garments you were allowed and started to go into to your fitting room, looking back at him over your shoulder. You disappeared into the room.

Daveed just stood there.

He made a decision.

You stood there for a minute, shook, before you thought you had yourself together. You were about to take off his shirt when Daveed opened the door at came in.

The look on your face was everything.  The wide eyes, that mouth in an "O." So damn fuckable.

"The guy out there said I could bring you the rest of your clothes."

That was true, after Daveed paid him 20 dollars.

He got close to you, reached behind you and put the clothes on the hook.

You could smell him. He smelled like the coconut and his cologne, and your dreams.  You closed your eyes.

Daveed wanted your lips. He wanted to own them, to command them, to hear them command him.

You opened your eyes and he backed up.  He tried to contain himself despite your proximity.

“Look. Daveed. That night. The launch party. I was wasted. I usually don’t lose control like that… I don’t want you to think that’s really me.”

You were keyed up and stressed because you were losing control.  He could tell.

God, he wanted to put his hands on you. In a good way. You’d calm down then.

He knew you had baggage.  And that he should probably stay away.  But he didn't want to.  Hell, he had matching luggage. 

"Well, I think it is you. I have a theory that people are more their real selves when they are drunk or high. Inhibitions are gone. They get to act out like they want to. Do what they want to."

Daveed looked into your eyes.

"What do you want to do, Lindy?"

You wanted to do a lot of things.  To Daveed. In this fitting room. You almost gave it all up for him right there.

Then you got mad. At Daveed or your feelings, you didn’t know.

"That's just it, adults don't get to do what they want to do all the time. It's called adulting, you know. Responsibilities...?" 

You fired back at him.

He opened his mouth and spoke.  To himself as well as you.

"Chill."

He said it gently, not raising his voice at all, but the force behind it made you shut the fuck up. 

Your knees were weak and the small of your back was acting up again. Your body was reacting without your permission. You shivered.

Daveed could tell you were reacting to him physically.  But he wanted inside your mind, not just your body. He was going to give you some space. 

He backed toward the door of the fitting room. Leaning against it, his long body in jeans and t-shirt delectable.

“What do you want, Linden?” 

His voice was deeper, more commanding now. You swallowed. You were exhausted from fighting it. Maybe you could have a taste.

“I-I want a kiss. Just a kiss.”

Daveed felt triumphant.  He smiled and looked down at his shoes, then back up at you.

“Come get it.”  

He was going to let you make the first move.

You bit your lip through a smile.  You walked the five steps toward him in slow motion it seemed, as you raised up on your tiptoes to reach up and peck his lips, your hands behind your back.  

Your lips met his pillowy goodness and you leaned back to look into his eyes.  

Then, you put your hands on his shirt, tracing his abs all the way up and going back in for more, Daveed’s tongue prodding it’s way between your lips, and your tongue dancing with his.

You moaned as Daveed put his hand on your hips and then slid them up the sides of his shirt, skimming your breasts, and resting under your arms as you two went for it. 

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he backed you into the wall. 

He palmed your ass in the shorts, his long fingers reaching inside the distressed rips and squeezing your ass. He spread you apart and squeezed you closed, so that his fingers barely grazed your core and drove you crazy.  

When you reached up and pulled his hair, that’s when he stopped kissing you, leaned his head against your forehead and breathed, “Fuck, Lindy. You don’t know what you do to me.”

You just looked at him and craned your neck for another kiss which he couldn’t deny, but then he stopped and let you down.

“What do you want Daveed?”

Daveed put his hand on the wall above your head. You looked up at it and at him and he had to remember to breathe.

“Fuck it. Linden, I want you. You know that.” 

You raised your eyebrow and smiled up at him, then bit your lip, playful. Daveed’s throat became dry.

“And I think that I know that you want me too. But I know it’s hard.”

Your eyes swept down his torso to his pants, and damn, well…if it wasn’t hard right now.

He cleared his throat.  “It’s hard for YOU.”  You smiled wide. 

He rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean. It’s hard for you to be vulnerable, but Linden, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

The way he looked in your eyes. You couldn’t go there with him, but the physical was okay for now. You decided to indulge yourself.  It was almost your birthday.

“What if I want you... to hurt me?” 

The innocent look in your eyes masked the devilish intent in your words. Daveed, stomach flipped again and he screwed his eyes shut. He masked a whimper and opened his eyes again.

“Huh. Don’t play with me Linden.” The menacing tone of his voice was making you wet.

“But what if I want to play with you, Daveed?” 

You reached for his belt buckle; Daveed stopped you, grabbed your hand and put it above your head against the wall, his arms now caging you in. 

You raised your chin, meeting his glare with yours. His eyes were fucking you so rough right now. You had to open your mouth to breathe, your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip.

Daveed was looking as if he was going to devour you..  That mouth. He wanted to take it, but he restrained himself.  He had to know.

“Tell me. What. You. Want.”

You held his stare, the air around you crackling with energy.

“I want you Daveed.”

His smile was wide. Then he bent down, grabbed your thighs in his hand, picked you up and carried you to the mirror and pressing you against it, running his hands back down your body to your ass, cupping and grabbing it to memorize how it felt.

“We are NOT about to do this in the fitting room at H & M.  But somebody is going to cum. Right now.”

You kissed him as he ran his hands under your shirt to your nipples, pinching and rolling them in between his fingers as he kissed you again.

You started whimpering in your throat as you let him make you wet. 

“God, Daveed.”  

You kissed him again, but he did not stop what he was doing to your breasts.

“What?”  Daveed asked when you came up for air. “You wet?’

“Fuck yes.”  

You moaned as you threw your head back and huffed.

Daveed pulled his shirt up off your waist and exposed your breasts.  

“So fucking beautiful.”  

His mouth watered at the sight. Daveed licked his lips and leaned toward those beauties.

“Can I?”  Daveed paused.

“Please!” You whispered.  

He leaned down. His mouth got so close that you could feel his hot breath. Then he paused again.

“Please what?”

At first you could not think of what he was talking about. Then you got it.

“Please. Sir.”  

Your eyes sparkled under your lashes as you looked down. His dick got even harder.

“Such a Good Girl for me Linden. Fuck.”  

Damn, he had the key to your pussy.

Your wetness was leaking down your thigh, now reaching the tips of Daveed’s fingers.

Daveed proceeded to alternate his attention to each breast. Delicately at first, he kissed your nipples, then suckled them gently, then harder, more insistently, until his mouth was pulling at them rhythmically and firmly, to the point of almost hurting you.

You were groaning pretty loudly and Daveed released a nipple from his tightly clamped lips with an almost painful pop.

“Suck this,” he said, and put his thumb in your mouth, pushing your head back into the mirror. 

While still suckling you, he then moved his other hand down your body to your crotch and stuck his hand into the jean shorts, his long fingers grazing your folds, feeling a small patch of hair and your oh so slick lower lips. 

He looked up at you and how you were enthusiastically sucking his thumb, fellating it like it could cum down your throat.  That sight and feeling, combined with how you felt at your core, was fucking him up.

“Damn, Lindy? All this. For me? You sure?”

You nodded vigorously, his thumb deep in your mouth as he kept you pressed to the mirror. He found your clit and started rubbing, while inserting a finger into you. 

You were so fucking tight, it was a stretch to fit two in, but you were humming with pleasure now, your eyes rolling back in your head.

You nodded again, and as he pried your mouth open, your sounds became louder before he put his mouth on yours and kissed you, muffling your moans as his thumb and fingers worked in concert to bring you close to the edge. 

You tried to reach for his belt buckle again and he moved out of the way.

“Unh unh, it’s not about me right now.” 

Daveed grunted. He spun you around and had you face the mirror, his hand in your mouth and your pants, and his cock pressed into your ass.

It was big and your eyes matched it. You two stared at each other.

“Look at us.  Don’t we look good together? This should be a thing.”  

You watched what he was doing to you and it did look hot as fuck.

He pressed deeper into you through your pants.  He could feel you quiver on his fingers. 

“You want it Lindy?”

Daveed could feel your clit harden and vibrate like a guitar string.

“Maybe later, but you could cum… not now…” 

You whimpered around his thumb, but he sped up.  

“Not now…”

You were almost crying now. Daveed was smiling, his teeth bared against the shell of your ear, whispering his commands to you.

“NNNNot now….” 

Your legs were shaking from holding it.

“Good girl. Now cum.”  

Daveed spoke into your ear and you exploded from the inside out. It had been months since anyone else made you cum.

He reached down and grabbed you under your knees and sat down with you on the fitting room bench. You were draped around him like a vine, exhausted.

D held you for a few, taking care of you and waiting for his hard on to go down. You clung to him, eyes closed, trying not to panic. This was good. You wanted this.  And you told him so.

“Me too, Lindy.”  

He helped you stand and stood himself, standing behind you and watching you straighten yourself out in the mirror.  He pulled you back against him, wrapping his arms around your front and putting his chin next to your forehead.

“I meant what I said, Linden.  We look good together.  Let this be a thing.”  

You just smiled at him as you thought about the weekend to come.

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Fresh Squeeze, Pt. 6

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Wild Thoughts™️, Angst, Yearning, 18+, Walmart shopping, Anime discussion, Anthony Ramos. Lots of Plot

Word Count: 2.8 K

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal in the form of their Blindspotting musical, Bay Boys. Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible.  They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were toxic. She knows now that wasn’t love. 

A/N: Keep in mind that this the same AU as Arrivals, with Holly Woods, but is BEFORE Rafa and Holly get together. 

Read the previous chapter.

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Isabela, Puerto Rico, May 2023

“We are about 30 minutes from our destination. Please stay seated with your seatbelts fastened. The pilot will let you know when it is safe to do otherwise. Enjoy the rest of the flight.”

The flight attendant’s announcement woke up Daveed. He felt warm and happy. And he had you in his arms.

Daveed moved his head down into your curls, and kissed the top of your head., checking to see if anyone was watching. Everyone was knocked the fuck out. 

You had fallen asleep on his shoulder about 45 minutes into the flight after passing around champagne bottles. You were so cute, but he could tell that your neck was gonna be wrecked when you awoke.

Daveed had carefully maneuvered you so that he could pull up the armrest without waking you. You were dead to the world, so you waking up wasn’t a problem. 

Then, he pulled you to his chest, situating the blanket around you two and leaning back.  If he wanted anything from you right now, at the top of the list would be to be able to hold you like this and to show love.

He questioned that word in his mind. Love, really? He did love you, even if it was only as a good friend. But could it be more? Were you ready for that? Was he?

Daveed looked around to see Craig watching him and giving a thumbs up.  No one else noticed, Rafa was on his laptop and he could have sworn that Anthony and Jasmine were doing something nasty under their blanket behind you.  

He settled back into this feeling of being with you and fell asleep too, happy and content.

You woke up to a strange rhythm under your ear. It was a blue covered heartbeat, you recognized as you opened one eye, and it was insistent and hard, yet warm and safe. You shifted, held Daveed’s torso tighter and tried to drift back off. His arms tightened around you in response.

 Then your eyes popped open.

“Oh shit!”  You realized what was going on. You sat up slowly and squinted at Daveed’s smile and his damn low sexy voice. 

“Hey sleepyhead.”

“Hey.”  

You blushed and wiped your mouth. 

“Shit, I’m sorry…” you wiped at his onesie. “I think I drooled all over  your…” 

You didn’t finish the sentence when you glanced at Daveed and caught his eye. 

What you said that night came back to both of you. D’s eyes darkened and he licked his lips. For a minute, you were trapped by the static energy of your attraction. Daveed could do a lot with those lips right now if you’d let him. 

But of course you fought it.

You took a deep breath and sat up, separating from Daveed more fully. You had to get it together. You reached for your phone and checked your face, making sure you weren’t too crusty.

“Practically perfect in every way.” Daveed was watching you.

“That’s your first mistake.” You clicked your camera off. “ Anything that’s perfect isn’t real. Or alive.”  You had learned a lot in therapy.

“Truth.” Daveed looked at you appraisingly. “Such wisdom from a young one.” He leaned close to you.  “That’s why I said, ‘practically.’”  He was staring at your lips, not wanting to give up on meeting them again.

“I’m not a ‘young one.’ I’m thirty in two days.” 

You lifted your chin as a child would do, Daveed noted.  It was appropriate, because you were being stubborn as fuck right now.

He chuckled and stayed close, not letting you off the hook.  

“And I’m 40. I could be your…”  

The timbre of his voice was causing your pussy to vibrate. Holy fuck.

“...Daddy,” you said, huskily.  

You opened your mouth to breathe, as Daveed grunted quietly in his throat. God, you wanted to fuck him. You remembered that you knew how big he was. Your eyes widened and you watched his mouth.

Daveed would teach you about Daddy. He wanted to rail you until your pussy curved to his dick.  Got damn.

Daveed wanted you and you wanted him. It was crystal clear. He began to reach for you under the blanket when the flight attendant’s voice intruded on your vibe.

“We are beginning our descent into Rafael Hernández Airport, please stay seated with your seatbelts fastened and bring your tray tables and seats to an upright and locked position. The temperature is 75 degrees and the current time is 12:47 am.  We should be at our gate shortly. Thank you.”

That’s it. The moment was gone. You reached for your water bottle and took a drink to cool down. You were grateful.

Daveed was frustrated, as he sat back, brought his seat up, but held the blanket on his lap for a little while longer. It wasn’t fair, he almost had you. He closed his eyes. Now he felt like a child.

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The crew finally arrived in town around 2 am, after the two hour flight and renting a couple of cars to get to Isabela, a village on the seaside.

Loud music was playing to avoid falling asleep, Rafael driving one car and Ant the other.

Arriving in town, the two cars headed straight to the Walmart to get some food and things. It was almost 2 am, but everyone was re-energized and playing around, glad to be free for the time being on the island.

Daveed had to concentrate to read the titles in the video section.  His mind kept going back to the moment on the airplane.  But he vowed not to chase you up and down this island. He didn’t want to crowd you.  It had to be your decision.

You had to come to him. And  the thought of you made him want to cum. He’d have you to think about in the shower tonight, or today, whatever.

He needed to stop thinking about it.

Daveed was looking for Black Dynamite to watch in the condo in case it rained. He knew better than to think that Walmart had it, but he tried anyway.

He did see Afro Samurai tho… He picked it up as Rafa approached him with a toy xylophone and a big grin.

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Puerto Rico did something to all of you. It was like some weird no inhibitions pollen or something. When you stepped off the plane you decided to not overthink shit. You were just going to respond naturally, fuck the consequences.

This was your weekend, after all.

You walked into the entertainment section and heard some vaguely familiar music. As you got closer, you realized what it was.

Daveed was in the book section rapping “Rubber Duckie” as Rafa played a toy xylophone.

I got my rubber duckie

I'm in the tub with bubblies

He isn't very fuzzy

I know my duckie loves me

Call up my homie Ernie,

You know the orange one, ya heard me

D was going in, being silly and laughing with his bestie. He was fucking adorable.  You grinned at them and turned down the dvd aisle.

“I can’t believe they don’t have Cowboy Bebop.”  

You shook your head as Daveed and Rafa walked up and flanked you at the display, a shopping cart by Daveed’s side.

“It’s a classic.  Children will be referencing the War on Titan and it's after effects a hundred years from now."

Rafa just nodded and stroked his chin, having enough sense to be quiet.

“Wait, Attack on Titan is right here Lindy…” Daveed reached for a dvd and held it up in front of you.

Rafa shook his head and covered it with his hand.

"Spike Spiegel wasn't in Attack on Titan.  That's an entirely different anime series, my dude." 

The sardonic wit in your voice. Daveed just nodded, face on the floor, and put the blu ray down.

You squinted at what D had in his hand. 

"Afro Samurai is 20 years old as well.  You know that and not Cowboy Bebop? You put shame on your house. Old Man.”

You gave him a sexy grin and sauntered away shaking your head.

Rafa had been watching the scene, head on a swivel. All he had to say after you left was, “Boom. Roasted.” 

Daveed just chuckled, surprised and exhilarated at the same time. It seemed that you were up to letting loose a little bit.

He looked at Rafa who just watched Daveed falling. He couldn’t catch him this time.

"Man. Tonight looks like the beginning of an EPIC weekend,” Rafa said as he pushed some more dvds into Daveed’s cart.

Then he pulled a pack of Magnum XLs off the shelf that he had been hiding under his arm from you.

Daveed looked at him. Rafa stared back.

“What?  All these beautiful women on this island. I’m not gonna be unprepared or take any chances.”

Daveed shook his head, grimaced and looked around to see where you went, but you were nowhere to be found.

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You were busy eating some Hot Cheetos that you’d grabbed on the chip aisle and were turning down the candy aisle when you saw Grumpy Care Bear standing there with a basket full of food, dvds and shit, looking at some sour patch kids.

"Oh hell,"  you said as you turned right back around.

"Ay, yo.  Lindy. You can get your candy. I'm not going to assault you with my inferior anime knowledge."

He laughed that sexy laugh and held up his hands. He sort of regretted calling you back because you walking away...Damn. Even in the Pikachu onesie.

Daveed continued to hold up his hands to show he didn't intend any harm, a smile on the lips that were your weakness earlier.  Fuck me, you thought.

You smiled back at him and went for the Jelly Bellys. You crunched loudly on your Cheetos as you clocked him out on the low. You felt bad. A little. 

"Look, I'm sorry about that in the dvds.  I'm just passionate about what I like."

Daveed wondered if you liked him. Like liked him liked him. He allowed himself to go there. 

You sucked the Cheeto dust off your fingers and it was making D feel some kinda way as he watched your fingers go in and out of your mouth. His eyes began to slide down your body.

He needed to stop. Daveed cleared his throat and looked at your face.

"No problem. I get it. It's all good." 

Diggs unconsciously licked his lips and grinned, causing you to stare for a second at his casual hotness. This couldn't continue. You frowned.

Daveed sensed the change in mood, grabbed his Sour Patch kids and backed away.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

That was a close call you thought as you felt some weird pang of disappointment at him leaving. But it was what it was.

Soon enough, you all left the store.  Rafa stole some of your Jelly Belly’s. You just handed over the pack to him and pulled out some more. You were prepared.

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When the crew finally got to the house, you dropped your bags and ran to the beach, celebrating four days of freedom from work, acting, fame, fortune, and expectations.

After a few minutes of staring at the waves, y’all made your way back up to the house.

When you walked in before Jazzy turned the lights on, you recognized a large dark expanse which seemed to be the back wall. As your eyes got adjusted, you noticed the white rolls of the waves on the shore. 

The back wall was floor to ceiling glass.  When the lights came up, it turned into a mirror and 6 characters in onesies stared back at you.

You were at the back of an open concept space with a huge u-shaped sectional sofa and a beautiful, big kitchen with a bar.

Daaaammmmmmnnn! This place is gorgeous!  Craig’s mouth was hanging open. You reached over and closed it.

“Welcome to our home away from home!” Anthony was bleary eyed and smiling wide. 

He pointed to the right of the house.

“Me and Jazzy’s room is over there,” he then pointed to the right of the house. 

“The birthday girl’s room is opposite over there, a mirror of the master,” then he pointed to the back of the house behind you and to the right,  “and the other four bedrooms are here.” 

Ant started pulling their luggage toward their room, talking over his shoulder. 

“Everybody gets their own room, even me, when I fuck up.” 

All of you cracked up laughing whole Jasmine nodded her head.

It was almost 4 am, so you all were tired.  You gladly pulled your suitcase to your room, feeling grateful and warm for being the guest of honor of your friends.  Your room was the bomb.

You walked into a spacious room with bamboo wood floors,and exposed wooden beam ceilings and several floor to ceiling windows.  There was a huge fluffy white rug under a comfortable king sized bed in the middle of the room. 

Two uniquely designed bamboo lounge chairs and white pillow ottomans faced a window where you could look through and see the pool and beach.

It was a luxury get away and right now, all you wanted was a shower and the bed.

You put your suitcase on the floor and got down and opened it.  You shook your head at what you saw.

“HOLY FUCK GOT DAMN SHIT!!!!”

Daveed, Craig and Jasmine came running at your screams.  Rafa and Ant were behind.

“What happened.”

You were embarrassed. But so irritated.

“Craig. You got the wrong suitcase.  This is Mark’s shit that he never came to get.  None of my clothes are here.  I have nothing to wear.”  You felt like crying.

“I’m sorry Lindy, you said that your summer clothes and bathing suits were in the rolling soft Louis bag…”

I mean the large one. This is the medium one. It’s okay, Craig.

“You have nothing to wear hunh?”

Daveed was smirking at you and you ignored it, crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

“But it’s perfect!”  You looked at Jasmine and her chipper British accent.

“We can go shopping for your birthday tomorrow. Treat yourself!”

You couldn’t help but smile at Jazzy’s happiness. She was right. Rafa and Ant went away and left y’all to that talk. Daveed was glued to his spot.

“OOooooh. Good Idea.” Craig was in. 

“Ok.I’m tired as fuck. I just wanna shower and sleep now. I’ll not need anything tonight.

Daveed couldn’t get the image of you in the shower and naked in bed out of his head now. He cleared his throat.

“I can give you something to wear shopping tomorrow, Lindy.”

His voice was soft.  You smiled at him and he was a goner.

“Man, you are like three times bigger than she is?”  Jasmine didn’t understand.

“Hold up. Are you willing to sacrifice, D?  Can we cut up one of your t-shirts and jeans?”

Daveed felt pain. The only t-shirts he had were Oaklandish.  

“Let’s compromise. You can cut my jeans all you want, but not the shirt.”

Craig smiled wide.  “Deal, if you throw in a belt.”

“Damn, Diggs…” was all that Jasmine said, smiling and shaking her head.

“Thank you Daveed. I appreciate it.” You were blown away.

Daveed played it off. “No problem…” And then he just turned around and walked out of your room.

“Girlllllllll!!!!”  Craig and Jasmine squealed at you and it took you a minute to get them out of your room.

You walked into the en suite bathroom and marveled at its beauty. It was large, with a huge tub and a walk in glass encased shower with an overhead waterfall  shower head. 

You turned on the shower to get it hot, stripped off your onesie and your underwear, wrapped yourself in a towel and went back into the bedroom.

You stopped short, because there was Daveed standing in your room, clothes in hand.

He had immediately gone to find his least favorite jeans and the Oakland shirt that would suit you the best.  He decided that you would look beautiful in blue.

You just in a towel was a sight to behold. He was sure that underneath that towel was paradise.

You stared at each other for a minute, Your eyes were glued to his.  

“Th-thank you again Daveed.”  He couldn’t discern if your hesitant, sexy voice was for him or from embarrassment.

“Sorry, I…. didn’t think you’d be… sorry.” He put his hands up and backed out of the room.

“Daveed.” You called, softly. “Stop.”

You approached him with a smile on your face. Daveed’s eyes were wide, not knowing what was going to happen.

“Thank you. I mean it.”

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, your lips lingering. Daveed closed his eyes and fought the urge to grab you and hold you close to him.

“You’re welcome.” His smile wrinkled his eyes as he smiled down at you. 

“Goodnight, Linden. Have sweet dreams for me.”

You just stared at him as he turned and left the room.

Daveed was just outside your door when he heard your reply.

“Yes, Sir.”

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Fresh Squeeze, Ch. 5

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Angsty Angst, drug and alcohol use, surprise flights, Anthony Ramos. Lots of Plot.

Word Count: 3.5 K

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal in the form of their Blindspotting musical, Bay Boys. Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible.  They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were toxic. She knows now that wasn’t love. 

A/N: Keep in mind that this the same AU as Arrivals, with Holly Woods, but is BEFORE Rafa and Holly get together. And don’t come for me about Anthony.

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NYC, May 2023

Jasmine was blowing up your phone as you were trying to get dressed.  You had to search for it under the pile of clothes on your bed.

You had procrastinated getting ready, trying to finish one of your applications for a summer internship at this law firm in Harlem that you were excited about.  

You wanted to finally relax after finishing Columbia law in the top 10% of your class. You just wanted to relax and enjoy this weekend.

Craig, your mom and your uncle were the only ones to attend your graduation.  They knew you didn’t want any fanfare, so your famous friends didn’t attend, and they had a show to do, but they’d sent you tons of well wishes.

We're coming up, get decent!

You chuckled and shook your head. Anthony usually raided the refrigerator when he came over. This time, you told him to bring his own snacks..

You slipped on what you were wearing for the night.  Craig was in his room getting ready and you had volunteered his place, so you were playing hostess. You were surprised that he was so chill about it, actually. 

“Pika Pika,” you said to yourself in the mirror then ran to answer the doorbell. It was almost 6 pm.

You opened the door for Cookie Monster and Big Bird.  You burst out laughing. But you stopped when you saw Anthony's face. He had like five bags from Whole Foods that he was juggling in his blue arms.

"Jazzy!!!! There's my girl.  Hey Ant! leave the food and your girl. We may run off together."

Anthony came in the door loaded down with bags and kissed you on the cheek.  

“I love you Lindy, but fuck you man.” You punched him on the shoulder. 

“Ow! Time to get this party started!”

Linden heard Jazzy’s Brooklyn accent turn into a London lilt as she started play fighting with Ant. They felt like family at this point.

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Ever since the launch party in January, Jasmine had pursued you as a friend persistently. You normally didn’t let anyone in because of the circumstances of your life, but Jas was oblivious to your awkwardness with normal human beings.

“Girl, you are fucking DOPE, and you are NOT gonna deny my love.  I know your life has been a trip, and you don’t have to tell me all of it, but I’m not gonna let you shrivel up and be a little retiring wallflower. Life is to be lived.” 

Jasmine telling you that during a Saturday brunch date in February was the key to your heart. She drew you out, and you didn’t see what value you added to her life.

But she loved you anyway. And you loved her, and of course, Anthony was part of the package.  

He was beautiful, loud, talented, and reckless, but he reminded you too fucking much of Dell to be annoyed with him very long.

Your circle had certainly widened from just Craig. That was one thing for which you could thank Mark. You were working on him being a distant memory.  He hadn’t lasted too long in Bay Boys, quitting soon after the musical opened in March.  

Daveed’s hands and feet had ‘slipped’ one too many times during the scene when he was stomping his ass on stage. Mark cited health reasons, and publicly spiraled a bit. He was currently in rehab. 

Again. 

You had not heard from him and that was absolutely fine with you.

Because Jasmine was in Bay Boys and that was her life, the cast and crew became yours as well. Rafael was the type of chaotic creative genius that fascinated you; you could listen to him talk for hours.  

Things with Daveed were more tricky. Ever since that awkwardness with him after the launch party, you’d kept your distance, but you hung out a lot, so you were trying to be friends.

When you and Jas and Ant and Rafa hung out and talked, Daveed was there, smiling shyly and sneaking glances at you, throwing in pearls of wisdom every so often. 

He was so dope and so talented and intelligent and so freaking hot, but you were trying to get yourself together.  You were convinced that night in January had been a mistake. 

You needed some space. And time.  Law school was no joke, and you were in therapy so entanglements was not what was up.

Daveed sensed your hesitancy and decided to stop pursuing you. But he couldn’t stop how he felt.

You were both a little wasted and keyed up the night of the launch party, and despite the way you were beautiful and intelligent and sexy as fucking hell, he was not going to press you. 

Daveed was sure that you two could be something special if you would give it a chance, but he didn’t want to chase you, but he was so gone for you, that if you just nodded your head at him, he would be at your feet.

The attraction was undeniable. There was a crazy little dance you two did that everyone recognized and respected.  This group seemed to know you were fragile, and that you didn’t need to be pushed too far.

But the more they persisted, the more you came out of your shell.  The more you trusted, the more the old Lindy came back. 

Craig noticed first soon after you started hanging with the crew when you were trying to find a place to live. He went to one showing with you and sat you down for a talk.

“Girl, I love the light in your eyes.  I haven’t seen this Lindy since…well in a long time. Stay with me for as long as you want. I know you need to get through this last semester of school, you don’t need one more thing to think about. I’m proud of the work that you’re doing on yourself, Linden.”

You were grateful to Craig.  His place on the Upper West Side was super convenient to Columbia, and not having to think about finding a place was so clutch.  Third year was kicking your ass.

“Besides, I wouldn’t have this place if it wasn’t for…”

“Hush,  I don’t want to hear that.  Dell would have wanted this. I love you cuzzo.” 

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Craig came out in a Sully onesie and immediately dragged Jasmine into a conversation about the Met Gala that had happened a few days ago. 

You approached the kitchen where Ant stood, food all around him on the counter. You were whispering. He smiled a secret smile at you.

“I’m so proud of you doing this for Jasmine.  It’s good for you all to get away. I’m glad that she got a little break. She deserves it all.”

Anthony had arranged for this little get together to be a surprise for Jasmine. This was going to be a kickback weekend.

The show was on a four day hiatus while the set was moved to a bigger theatre.  It was a hit and was destined for a long run.

Ant’s green eyes lit up as you kept talking about Jasmine.

“Yeah, she does. And the woman of the hour deserves all the happiness in the world.” He lifted his beer to you.

They way he said that was weird and you were about to ask him what was up with that when the doorbell started ringing, you went to answer it and were stuck there for a few minutes as people started coming in. 

The food and the drinks were flowing while all kinds of characters came in. 

Now they also had Jack Skellingtom, and a Care Bear in the house to add to Big bird, Cookie Monster, Pikachu and Sully. It was an odd cast of characters who were jamming to 90's rap, eating chicken wings and basically tripping like only friends could do.

Then there was Toni, some tag-along chick who showed up with Rafa.  She had on a plain gray onesie.  What a downer.  

You’d  pegged her for  a star fucker who only hung with Rafa because of who he and his friends were.  The girl was too much in everyone's business. 

"Sooooo. You and Mark ARE broken up for real for real. The tabloids say y’all are back together!  I told my friend Susie you weren’t, but she wouldn't believe me."

You  just smiled and didn't confirm or deny, treating Toni like the paparazzi. The girl was oblivious to your hate and just kept talking.

Daveed rescued you. 

"Hey, Toni, show these folks how you can blow. They're setting up the karaoke machine over there. Show us what you're working with. Someone might hook you up with a gig."

Toni perked up and hurried over to Anthony and Craig, who were setting up the lyrics on the big screen to match the karaoke music. Some Bad Boy joints were up.

Rafa was behind them screaming, "Dylan, Dylan, Dylan!" 

They were a scene.  You  breathed and relaxed a little.

"Don't stress. She's not coming with us  to the island."

You looked up at the tall, fine Grumpy Care Bear who was nursing some of your special 18-year-old Chivas Regal that you had gotten for graduation. His beautiful smile shined out of his brown face and beneath the curls tumbling out of his hood. 

“I’m not pressed. I’m chilling. You can do what you want. With who you want.”

“She’s not with me. Rafa brought her for the ride to the airport. And it’s not entirely true that I can do what I want. With who I want. Because what if who I want to do doesn’t want to do me?”

You knew what he meant. But you eyed his drink instead of looking at him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him. That was far from the truth. You didn’t want to get lost in him. And you could see that happening.

Daveed saw your wheels turning. You were over analyzing again.  He’d spent three months observing you every chance he got. He felt like he knew your anxieties.  So fucking smart, but here you were thinking too much.

"Hey Genuis Ass. Want some?" Daveed’s voice was softer as he grinned and offered you some of his drink.  “Or, I could go make you something?” For some reason he wanted you to get loose. 

"Nah, I'm good Diggs.”  For some reason you needed to stay in control.  You played it off by changing the subject. 

“I still can’t believe y’all call me that.” 

Daveed just smiled and nodded, chuckling a little. He craned his neck and looked at it, having to dodge a smack upside the head.

“That ass is genius, you know. That’s the one thing He Who Shall Not Be Named was right about. And you’re one of the smartest humans I know.”  

You had to look at him then. The flecks of gold in his eyes tho.  But you could tell from the slight redness that he was a little zooted.  He didn’t get that way around you a lot, but you knew for the stories that he partied occasionally. 

He and Rafa and that Toni chick must have pre-gamed.  You remembered the last time you two were  tipsy together.You cleared your throat and looked away.

“Why did you lie to that girl? She can’t sing.” You were shaking your head, scowling at Toni’s screeching from the karaoke machine.

He winked at you. D was well on his way to getting LIT.

"What? She can blow.”  Daveed sipped his drink and watched her. 

“She’ll suck your soul out and spit it back in your mouth." Daveed was loose. And so was his mouth. But he didn’t care.

Your mouth was hanging open at Daveed as you wondered what Daveed had done with Toni, what Daveed AND Rafa had done with Toni... 

Shit, you were just going to ask.

"How do you know that she..."

"AWWWW SHEEEIIIITTT! THAT'S MY JAM! REMEMBER THIS LINDY??"

“No, I was like, negative 5..”

You raised your voice as he traveled away from you, smiling. He was not slick.

“Well you missed out being tardy to the party…” 

He was backing toward the mic, knocking it out of Anthony’s hand and starting the rap. Rafa joined him, trading verses.

Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,

Well, it's the underground,

You know that we're down with wutchyalike

Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah

And though we're usually on the serious tip, check it out:

Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight,

We're gonna say what we like.

'Cause, yo, yo, we want to know how many people in the flow,

Would like to just let yourselves go

And doowutchyalike,

Yeah, well tonight's your night.

Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude,

Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,

And doowutchyalike,

Yeah, and doowutchyalike,

Everybody doowutchyalike

Everyone was dancing and Daveed had effectively deflected your question. But you would never forget.

By 8 o’clock, Craig grabbed the mic and motioned for Jasmine to come with him. You had enjoyed some cocktails finally, and just figured they were going to duet Wind Beneath My Wings just like they always did. 

You were actually moving to the music and feeling good.

"Ok guys, whew.  I'm hot.  Is it hot in herrrre?" Craig was fanning himself.

“Whoooo! Nelly!”

You yelled and everyone laughed.

Craig took his hood off and started to unzip his onesie. Jasmine did the same.

You kept dancing nervously, not realizing it, looking around at the others who were also disrobing. You did a double take as D’s abs came into view.  What was going on?

Craig continued.

"Lindy, I just need a minute to talk, can you stop whatever it is you're doing?"  He grinned at you from across the room. "You're still moving Lindy."

You blushed and stopped fidgeting.

"Ummm, Craig, what the..."

One by one people dropped their onesies, all except Toni, who had no clue what was going on. Soon, everyone was standing in Craig’s condo in their swimsuits, looking fine as hell. 

You just looked around, then in your cup wondering if you were too drunk and hallucinating.

“Lindy, you’ve worked real hard, and this past few months have been crazy, so we wanted to do something special for you this weekend, for your graduation, and for your birthday, WHICH IS SUNDAY!!”

Everyone cheered as Jasmine took the mic. “You think this party is for me. Well the joke’s on you bitch, because you have been hosting your own party!”

You opened your mouth, squeaked a little, then spoke,

"But why?.. Everybody?  But what..."

Daveed moved close.

"Damn, you fine," you whispered. 

Your hand flew to your mouth when he smirked in response. Everyone was rolling because turns out, you didn’t whisper.

Daveed cleared his throat. "Thank you. You’re fine yaseif. Anyway, Anthony and Jasmine have a house there, and we’re flying out of JFK tonight.  In about two and a half hours in fact. So we gotta get going.”

You still had only a part of a clue of what was going on. But you couldn't resist all of this.

"Okay? But... I don't have any clothes. And I don’t have a ticket..."

Craig came from the storage room off the kitchen with one of your suitcases. Others started getting their bags as well

"Everybody's shit has been in my house for a week. And girl, you know I got your information. It ain’t nothing but a thang.  Your ticket is ready and waiting. Just sent it to your email.”

Your mouth dropped open and you stared at Craig as everyone pulled their onesies back up and got their bags together.

Your eyes filled with tears that you hurriedly brushed away. Craig came over and hugged you. Then every else joined in for a group hug.

"You deserve, Lindy. Let us celebrate you."

You looked like you didn't quite believe it, but you went along. You laughed, visibly deciding to go with the flow.

"I'm down!"

Toni was nearby. When the hug broke up, she started asking questions.  Your  patience was wearing thin.

"I don’t believe that all these people really roll like this. Y’all wild. Susie won that bet."

You just continued to look at this fool.

"But isn’t this dope?  All these famous, successful men being so fearless with their love and appreciation for Black women, of all people. Who woulda thunk they didn't want white women?"

Toni just kept saying the wrong thing. It was the "of all people" for you.

You stared daggers at your houseguest. Toni caught the look.

"Wait, are you mixed?"

You narrowed your eyes and said, "Black mixed with Black."

Toni clutched her pearls.

"Oh wow. Didn't mean to offend. I just mean everyone knows Jasmine is mixed, with her dad and all, as black as can be. But her white British mom saved her from his skin tone. I mean, she has braids in now, so you can see it, but all she has to do is blow her hair straight and she can pass..."

Toni jumped when Rafa spoke. She didn't know he was there.

"Toni. Not Jas. She's the homie." 

The look in his ice blue eyes could burn. 

"And you are a Black woman, so you know how dope they are. Why would anyone NOT worship at your feet?"

Lindy just sipped her drink as Craig entered the chat. "Amen!"

"Maybe it is time for you to get going, honey. I might call you when I get back."

Rafa  led Toni to the door as she protested.

"But I was going to take you to the air..."

"And I APPRECIATE you Black woman, but we'll get there.  See you later."

Then Rafa shut the door in her face. Linden discovered she loved him eternally at that moment. She was rolling.

No one mourned Toni’s departure as arrangements were made for cars to take everyone to the airport.

"You and Daveed can ride with us, Rafa." Ant to the rescue.

"Yeah, Jasmine loves to look at my profile." Jas pinched him so hard he jumped.

“Fuck!”

Ant  was screaming as he, Jasmine and Rafa went out the door. 

"Peace! See you at airport security.  If you get nabbed by TSA, you on your own!”

Daveed lingered. “I don’t know if all of us and our bags will fit in one car. Can I ride with you and Lindy, Craig?”

Craig smirked at Daveed, but didn’t say anything. “Of course...you good with that Lindy?”

You tried to keep it light. 

“Sure.. no biggie,” you cleared your throat and headed to the bathroom to make sure you had everything you needed.

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By the time you got to your Uber, the traffic was horrible. It took over an hour to get to the airport. You felt both anxious about missing the flight and keyed up about sitting next to Daveed in the car.

His thigh and side pressing into yours in the dark in the back of an Uber Black brought back memories of that reckless night. 

When he put his arm up on the seat behind you, “For more room,” he said, in that voice and flashing that megawatt smile, you were enveloped more into his scent and warmth. You had to control yourself not to melt into him.

Craig was sitting on his phone, sneaking glances at you and smirking the entire ride. He’d insisted that you be in the middle because you were so tiny.

The whole world was against you, you thought, as you and Daveed both stared straight ahead, both flashing back to that January night.

You were the last three people to run through the airline gate just at they were about to close it. All your friends in first class cheered when you took their seats, and Rafa popped a bottle of champagne.

"Talk about cutting it close," Ant commented as Rafa gave Daveed a high five.

Daveed looked at you. You shook your head at him. Somehow, you were sitting next to him. You just decided to let it be and have some time.

“Just make sure you don’t molest me under this blanket, Ms. Marshall,” Daveed intoned when you were settled and given amenities for the night.

The flight attendant had to tell y’all to keep quiet as the cat calls went up.

Welp, you thought. This will be the vibe the entire weekend. 

You weren’t mad at it. You loved these people. And you were safe. You just smiled, settled down, and looked out of the window to watch the lights of New York fade away.

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