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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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FS 14:Time to Play

Day 25 of #RampItUp1Kinktober

ITS MY ANNIVERSARY YALL! ONE YEAR AGO TODAY I PUBLISHED MY FIRST FIC ON THIS BLOG, THE FRESH SQUEEZE TEASER THAT FEATURED DIGGS AND LINDY.

I’m so amazed at how far this has gone and I’m grateful to all the og Bay Boys stans who welcomed me and gave love and support and those Marvel writers who inspired me to branch out. You know who you are. I loveeeee you! 💕

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (you)

Summary: You decide to spark it up and play with your man.

1Kinktober Kink: Toys

Word Count 2.4K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, bdsm, nipple clamps, but plug, rising crop, oral (m receiving). squirting, anal, Sir kink. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N: This is for the 25th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! 🧡

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The newness had worn off like everyone said it would.

Daveed had shows every night and twice on the weekends. When he was off, you were in class, third year law.

No one said it would be easy, but damn, this was hard.

You stayed with Craig, and it was great for your cousin, because you paid his rent and were hardly ever there, sleeping over at Daveed’s just to spend time. And that’s all you did mostly, sleep. Sure, you got each other off, but it was quick and functional.

One thing you were sure of, was that you loved each other. You just had to get the spark back.

Daveed was taking a week off so that he could fly to LA to tie up some business. The closing was in a couple of days. You two made a date to spend quality time together before he left. Fancy restaurant, nice clothes, the works. D was excited. You were too.

Daveed picked you up from your place, and he looked good, dressy casual in a sweatshirt, jeans, and Jordans. It was chilly out so you had a wrap on, but D told you you looked great and pecked you on the cheek. He looked a little stressed.

“You good?”

Daveed looked at you in the elevator down. He pulled you into his arms.

“M sorry, Lindy. I’m in my head, just thinking of all the things I need to do.”

“Daveed. We can stay in tonight, or better yet, I’ll just let you go get ready.”

Daveed turned you around so that you were facing him. You looked up into his pretty browns.

“You are a priority Lindy. I want to spend thanksgiving me with you. I feel like I’ve been dropping the ball as a new boyfriend. You’re at the top of the list of things I have to do.” He chuckled.

You raised your eyebrow at him and gave him a peck.

“Good, because I’ve got some plans for you.”

“Oh really?”

“Umhmmmm.” The elevator doors opened and you led him out into the lobby to the waiting car.

You were seated at dinner. Daveed ordered drinks as you took off your wrap. He glanced at you and did a double take.

When the server left, Daveed asked you, “What are you wearing?”

“Oh, this top that I found when I went to Barney’s.”

“No, the… jewelery…”

Daveed was indicating the chain which came together with a “D” clasp, part of the nipple clamps that he’d given you a few weeks earlier. The D was all that was visible, and it looked like a regular necklace. No one could tell that it was connected to nipple clamps that were squeezing your nipples and causing a sweet ache in your cunt.

Daveed knew now, and he licked his lips at the memory at the last time you used some. These were an unused gift until now. He wished his eyes were lasers as he searched for the imprint of your nipples against the soft fabric of your top. He reached for his water.

“I’m glad that you are wearing that baby. How do they feel.”

“My pussy is throbbing, and ready to be filled. I want you to rub my tits with those lips, and use your saliva to give me some relief, but, I’m also hungry. So let’s eat.”

Daveed stared like he didn’t understand. He wanted to sit and talk about your nipples all night. So, he took a sip of wine and leaned back in his chair, subtly spreading his napkin on his lap and rubbing his woodie.

“Damn girl. You’re trying to get me bothered. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this meal.”

You looked around and leaned forward. “D, if I was trying to get you bothered, I would have told you that I’m also wearing the butt plug.” Daveed almost choked on his wine.

“You okay?” You were smiling devilishly at him.

“Yeah. No.” Fuck the front. Daved was ready to bend you over the table.

You wiggled in your seat, the delicious fullness of the plug making making you have to catch your breath.

“Me too. The fullness of the plug and the aching of my nipples is making me so wet, Daveed. I’m gonna be soaked by the time we finish dinner.” You closed your eyes and licked your lips. Daveed was kicking himself for not agreeing to stay in. He had to open his own mouth to breathe.

“Fuck, Lindy.” He looked around and leaned forward over the table.

“I’m hard as rock right now.”

You grinned at him and he was about to suggest going to the restroom.

“Did you send me a picture? Like last time?” He was hoping against hope.

You lowered your eyes and then batted your lashes at him.

“No, Sir. I thought we’d enjoy our night. Take our time.”

“So that’s what’s up?” Daveed sat back. “You’re right.” His mind was spinning.

“Yes, Sir.”

You were riling him up, and you calling him Sir let him know what kind of mood you were in.

You reached for your wine.

“Do you still have the riding crop at your place?”

Daveed’s eyes went wide as the server came back by.

“Are you ready to order?”

You smiled and looked at Daveed as you said, “I need some meat.”

You two enjoyed a leisurely dinner, talking and laughing about everything else except what you two were really thinking about.

When you got up to leave, Daveed put his hand on the small of your back, long fingers extending down your bottom, the middle one in the cleave of your ass. He subtly grabbed it and you felt the pressure of the plug. You moaned a little.

Daveed was shifting from side to side, waiting for the car. He got in be back with you, closed the door, and then immediately pulled you onto his lap.

Your driver was used to you two by now, so he rolled up the partition. Daveed already had your top pulled up, not waiting until you got to his place to see you.

When he saw how the clamps looked, gripping your engorged nipples, he started drooling, and then grabbed you by the ass to pull you closer.

His warm breath on them made you hotter and you squirmed in his lap.

“So fucking gorgeous.”

Daveed found the plug through your pants, and pressed it, causing you to arch your back and shove your tits in his face.

“Oh my god Daveed. I need….”

Daveed was staring and licking his lips, but he wasn’t using them how you thought he should be.

“Tell me… what do you need.” His voice was at bass now, rumbling through you straight to your clit.

“I need you….”

Daveed pressed the butt plug intermittently, pushing it in and out incrementally and causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

“You need me where?”

He looked up in your eyes.

“I need you everywhere.” And then you started grinding on his rock hard dick on the backseat.

“Want me to suck you off, Sir? I will swallow it all like a good girl. I’ll let you fuck my throat, my tits, my cunt, my ass. It’s all for you…”

Daveed was panting at your words and leaned his forehead against yours as you moved on his lap. He didn’t want to start anything in this car because he felt like putting you under the ground.

He cheered when the car stopped in front of his building. He grinned.

“Come on.” He pulled your top down and practically carried you out of the car. The man actually threw you over his shoulder and sprinted with you through the lobby to the elevator.

When you got in and the doors closed, he still had you over his shoulder. You were lightheaded enough, but this was over the top.

“You can put me down now.”

Daveed swatted you on the ass, grinning when you moaned at the sensation with the butt plug.

“What was that?”

“I don’t even fucking know…” You moaned as he gave you a few more swats.

Theelevator opened on his floor and he was at his door opening it in no time, striding through the apartment and throwing you on the bed.

“Take off your clothes and assume the positon.” You stood up and disrobed, going and sitting on your knees beside the bed. You felt the deep pile of the rug you picked out for these occasions and you could feel any uncertainty fade away.

You could hear and not see Daveed undress, because your eyes were cast down.

He asked and you answered with your safe words.

“Is it true that you’re dripping for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

It was true. Your thighs were soaked with your slick. The hands that you’d placed on your thighs were itching to touch yourself for some relief, but you didn’t dare. You heard a drawer open and you smiled.

Daveed flicked the crop under your chin and lifted it.

“What are you smiling for? Do you think I’m gonna let you cum?” Your smile dropped.

“You tried to top me tonight, trying to get me off guard in the restaurant with your little stunt. I think you need to be punished for that.”

Daveed could tell from your expression that you liked that idea very much, but he didn’t say anything. His dick was bobbing and leaking and aching for your holes. And he needed to feel you cum around him. But you didn’t have to know that right now.

He trailed the braided leather crop down your neck to your sternum, and around both breasts. He softly moved them against your nipples and you moaned.

“Do they hurt?”

“A little, yes, Sir.”

“Oh, well we need to fix that.” Then he swatted both nipples and you keened, the pain/pleasure making your clit hard and vibrate.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good Girl.”

Daveed admired your face, which was a mixture of agony and ecstasy. “Stand up. Here, let me help you.” He grabbed the chain and you scrambled to your feet as he literally pulled you by your nipples to stand up. You couldn’t breathe.

Daveed grabbed you by your neck and admired you some more, then started trailing soft kissed from your mouth, down your neck to your nipples, finally laving them with his saliva and easing the pounding just a little.

He moved the crop down your belly to your pussy, then rubbed it bodly against your clit. You wantonly rubbed against it, relieved and desparate for the sensation. He took it out and waved it in your face.

“Look at that.” You focused on the crop and it was soaked. “Naughty girl.”

Daveed moved the crop and spanked your clit a few times, and when you started thanking him, pushed it into your pussy, pushing it as far as it would go inside you.

“You like that, hunh?”

“N-not as much as your dick, Sir.”

Daveed smiled. “Good girl. You always know what to say.” He withdrew the crop and brought it to your mouth. “Suck.”

You opened your mouth and sucked, making eye contact with him. You sucking off the riding crop didn’t last long before he pulled it out of you and pushed you down on your knees.

“My turn.” He pushed his long dick into your lips and you opened wide to accept him.

“Remember what you said in the car.” You nodded and said, “Yes, Sir, around his dick, which caused him to push deep into your throat.”

You sucked and gagged and drooled all over his dick until your jaw was sore, but it was worth it to see Daveed’s reactions. You tasted a little cum down his throat before he pulled out, dragged you up and threw you over the bed, face first.

Daveed grabbed the connected nipple clamps from the back as he entered your soaked, aching pussy from behind. You buried your face in the mattress and screamed as he stretched you out, the sensation never getting old. Daveed pulled the chain connected to your throbbing nipples with one hand and pushed the plug in and out of your ass with the other.

The feeling of both inside you was sending you hurtling through space to your orgasm and you crashed, squirting all over Daveed as he pulled the nipple clamps off with one tug.

“Fuck, shit, that pussy feels so gotdamn good.”

Daveed pumped you through the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He looked down and pulled the butt plug out, which tipped off an aftershock orgasm while you lay gasping on the bed. He watched your tighter hole, stretched out and winking at him and pulled out of your pussy while he reached in the bedside table for the lube.

He squirted the cold liquid which was strangely soothing after the plug and then you felt his dick slide into that hole.

“Oh Fuccckkkkkkkk!”

Daveed exclaimed as your eyes rolled back in your head from pleasure.

It felt good after hours of preparation, and you were relaxed and needy for it. Daveed used you for his pleasure which became yours.

‘Holy Shit, Daveed! Feels...so...good!” Your voice was unrecognizable from screaming.

“Fuck!” shouted Daveed.

You both came at the same time, wringing the most intense orgasm from your tired body.

You must have fallen asleep standing and slumped over on the bed, because the next thing you knew, Daveed was carrying you into the bathroom and making you go.

Then, he helped you into the tub and climbing in behind you.

“Damn. That was the shit, girl. I love you.” He kissed your temple. “Are you okay?”

Daveed was afraid of how intense he could get physically.

“I’m more than okay. I’m great. That was indeed the shit. I love you.”

You turned around and kissed him, which turned into making out, which turned to slow sensual love making in the tub.

IYKYK!!!!! Thank you for this journey. Love you! 😘

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sillyteecup · 3 years

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Treehouse: Teaser

"So, you excited to see HER?"

The last time he saw her, she broke his heart in two. But he couldn't deny the fact that he missed her smile, her laugh, the banana jokes, the pout she'd have on her face when he beat her high scores at an arcade, but mostly the glint in her eyes when she talked about food or music. He actually missed everything about her, so he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited.

After all, she was his first love. Maybe this time, things will be different. Maybe this time she won't leave him crying in the treehouse.

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astralaffairs · 3 years

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think of it as like an au or something, but I'm just curious to see how president thom would react to seeing someone forcing themselves on mc at like a state dinner if they're not together, i feel like he'd try to stand up for her but also it'd be kinda sus of the president standing up for some press figure who's been talking shit abt him

i love this concept omg. i got an ask similar to this a while back, so i’ve been sitting on a lot of ideas for it. tbh thomas would hardly be able to restrain himself from fucking throttling whoever’s harassing mc, but he isn’t gonna refrain from stepping in. anyway, his standing up for her then makes the media hail him as a feminist icon for like the next 3 weeks

this broke my heart to write tho lowkey </3

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"You're… you're Y/N L/N, aren't you? With the Washington Post?"

Y/N had been sour all night. Her feet were cramping in her heels, the tag on her dress was starting to itch, and worst of all, her editor had forced her to take the invite Alex had extended her to the state dinner. She’d had no plans of interacting with the Jefferson administration — in fact, her plan had been to stay as far from them as possible so that she could focus on work, but she mentioned the state dinner offhandedly to a coworker, another had overheard, and the next thing she knew, her boss had found out.

Moreover, she was fairly certain that Thom– no, President Jefferson had only invited Alex to antagonize him, so it was no wonder he didn’t want to go. However, when he gave her the invite, she protested that, since it wasn’t addressed to her, she couldn’t go, and she certainly couldn’t go without him, but both Alex and her editor had insisted it’d be fine. There would be enough people present that she’d slip under the radar, so what was the harm?

And slip under the radar she did. As Vice President and Second Lady, James and Dolley were unattainable company for the evening; they were busy with the heads of PACs, with senators, with members of the State Department. The latter group included Lafayette — he’d been promoted not long after President Jefferson took office, which ruled him, too, out of her options for who she could hang out with. He was off wooing foreign diplomats.

So, there she was, standing alone at the side of the room with her expensive champagne (there was an open bar, thank god) and the small-but-growing pile of business cards she’d collected throughout the night.

At least, she was alone until the anonymous man in question approached her. She turned to him with her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m Y/N,” she said, surprised that she’d been recognized. “I’m not with the Post, anymore, though.”

“Of course. My mistake,” he apologized, and when he extended to her a hand to shake, she stuffed her newly-acquired business cards back into her purse “I’m Richard Lestrade. I work in the Department of Defense.”

“Nice to meet you.” She had little interest in chatting with him, but she politely shook his hand. “What can I do for you?”

He laughed softly, but it made Y/N raise an eyebrow. “I don’t have some kind of agenda. I just recognized you from your time as a news analyst and thought I’d come introduce myself.”

“Of course.”

She only responded so as to placate him, and she thought that how curt her reply was would deter him from trying to strike up a conversation. She met his eyes with an expectant eyebrow raised as she took another sip from her champagne.

“So how’d you get an invite here tonight?” he asked after a moment. “I mean, I was invited because I work for him, working on naval strategy and all, so it’s just a perk of the job, but I’m surprised to see you. With how much you’ve done to keep President Jefferson from being elected, I wouldn’t think you’d end up on the guest list for state dinners.”

She shrugged. “Alexander Hamilton invited me, actually.”

“Secretary Hamilton was invited? Really?” At that, the disbelief in Richard’s expression was almost patronizing. “Wow, I didn’t hear that he and President Jefferson had buried the hatchet. I always thought they were rivals, or even enemies.”

“Oh, make no mistake, they hate each other,” she said coolly.

“So why would Secretary Hamilton be invited?”

“So Jefferson could rub it in his face that he won the election.” She shrugged, turning back to face the room before them, but Richard seemed surprised.

“No, no, he wouldn’t be that petty,” he scoffed, but his tone was condescending, as though her theory had absolutely no foundation. “He’s the president. I think he has higher priorities than antagonizing someone who’s old news.”

Y/N resisted rolling her eyes at his calling Alex ‘old news,’ as though Richard was somehow a higher calibre of invitee to the state dinner. “You underestimate how catty politicians are. Jefferson included.”

“President Jefferson,” he corrected her, and she gave him a sidelong glance, eyeing him warily.

“Sure.”

“But anyway, I suppose I’m glad President Jefferson invited Hamilton, if it means you’re here, too.” Richard raised his glass to her as though in tribute, and she was sure the smile she offered him came off as more of a grimace. She had little appreciation for his heavy-handed advance.

“That’s nice of you to say,” she replied mildly before draining the remainder of her glass. She turned to him with a nonchalant, nearly-blank expression. “And as great as it’s been to meet you, I think I have to run. I’m heading out soon and need to say a few goodbyes.” Truthfully, she had no intention of leaving. Her editor would have her head if he found out she cut bait so early in the night, and if she fled before Jefferson addressed the entire room, she wouldn’t be able to provide her boss with the synopsis of the presidential address. She only wanted to leave that conversation.

“You’re leaving so early? Why’s that?”

She shrugged. “I suppose the Jefferson Administration isn’t really my scene. I’ll see you around, Mr. Lestrade.”

“Please, it’s Richard,” he corrected her. “But you should stay longer. If you leave now, you’ll miss President Jefferson’s address.”

What was it with this guy and using Jefferson’s full title? “Please, consider for a moment that missing it may be entirely the point,” she said dryly, and Richard gave a light laugh.

“Oh, please. I’m sure that even a democrat like you can appreciate a good speech.” ‘Even a democrat like her’? What was that supposed to mean? “As a journalist, this should be right up your alley.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to find the transcript online in a few hours. I’ll survive.”

“It’ll have a much greater impact in person,” he countered, and she sighed. “So, please, stay. Can I get you a drink? What are you drinking?”

“Thanks, but I’m okay,” she said. As though she was about to let a man she’d met only minutes before handle her drink. That would be a recipe for disaster. “I really should get going.”

“No, wait,” he protested, and when she began walking away from him anyway, he caught her by the arm, pulled her back. She turned back to him with an expectant expression, trying to quell the anger building in her chest. “You can’t leave yet; dinner hasn’t even been served.”

“I can fend for myself on that front,” she assured him, and although her teeth were clenched, she plastered on a smile. “So if you’d kindly let go of my arm, I’m going to be on my way.”

“I was hoping to get to know you, actually.” He released her, but her immediately marching off toward the center of the room caught him off guard. “No, wait!” She stifled a groan when she heard him hurrying after her, and as he came to a stop in front of her, blocking her path, she narrowed her eyes. “Come on, Y/N. Come sit down with me and some of my friends; it’ll be a nice time, okay? I’m a nice guy.” He wore a hopeful smile, apparently convinced of his words as she folded her arms.

“I’m sure you are, but I need to get back to my table to retrieve my coat,” she said apologetically. Her anger didn’t show on her face, thankfully. “So I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“Oh, sure you can; you’re just being stubborn,” he insisted. He took a step forward toward Y/N, and she took a step back. “Now, I know we’re from opposite parties, and all, but I’ve been a fan of your reporting for a long time, and I’d really appreciate it if you just came and sat down with us for a few minutes. You and I have a lot in common. I have a feeling we’d hit it off.”

The coy smile he wore made her want to grimace, and when he added a wink, she did grimace, visibly. “This is nice and all, but I’m not really interested.”

“Sure, because you don’t know me yet,” Richard countered, and he took another step toward her, grabbing her by the elbow as he came to stand next to her. Y/N could feel her heart pounding as he forcibly turned her, pointed out his table. “Let’s go. We’re sitting right over there.”

“No, really, I’d rather not,” she repeated, and as she tried to pull her arm away from his grip, he pulled her toward him with an arm around her waist — it was then she realized she couldn’t do nearly anything about it without making a scene. And given her history, a scene was the last thing she wanted. “Please let go of me.”

“You don’t have to stay long; I’m not asking much.” It was then that he began leading her toward the table, and as she stumbled alongside him, panic was rising in her chest. She was looking around for some way out, some familiar face — Dolley, Lafayette, someone — but nobody appeared. “Just have a seat. Let me get you a drink.”

And there he was, repeating his offer. No matter who it was, the insistence on drinking with her would make her wary, but this man already had worry building in her throat, so the feeling only compounded with his words. “I don’t want to come with you. Get your hands off of me.” He didn’t stop, though, and she finally had to dig in her heels, trying to pull back from him. She knew he was stronger than her, but her resistance to him dragging her along certainly grabbed his attention. Richard frowned.

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a–”

“‘M fairly sure I heard her tellin’ you to let go of her.” The voice was stern, and it made both her and Richard freeze, and for entirely different reasons. Y/N would’ve been able to recognize it anywhere, the southern drawl, the lazy enunciation, and her pulse was then spiking for an entirely different reason. Richard turned immediately toward the sound, releasing her, but Y/N stayed put.

“Mr. President,” Richard said breathlessly, his eyes wide. “It’s an honor to meet you; I–”

“What’s your name?”

“Richard Lestrade, sir.” He sounded excited to have courted Jefferson’s attention, apparently oblivious to the undertone of anger in his voice. Y/N recognized it clearly, though, too clearly, and it made her sick to her stomach. She resented the familiarity.

“D’you work here, Mr. Lestrade?”

“I work for the Department of Defense, sir. I’m a naval strategist. Graduated top of my class from the US Naval Academy; I actually helped plan the–”

“I don’t remember askin’ for your resume.” Then, the annoyance Jefferson exuded was clear, unmistakable in his snarky interjection. Y/N had to purse her lips to keep herself from laughing, especially as she glanced over at Richard and found him pale as a ghost.

“Of course not, sir. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologizin’ to, now,” Jefferson said frankly, and Y/N didn’t see him watching her until she reluctantly turned, glancing between him and Lestrade. “Ms. Y/N L/N, correct?” he asked, and she nearly winced.

“Yes, that’s me.” Her strained smile was fooling nobody, but when he saw it, Jefferson’s composure didn’t waver.

“Did I hear you tellin’ Mr. Lestrade not to touch you?”

When he addressed her, she forced herself to shake her nerves, he jumbled emotions, off for the time being, and she pushed her shoulders back, presenting a front of confidence.

“You did, as a matter of fact.” She looked up tentatively to meet his eyes — and she immediately wished she hadn’t. While his expression exuded nonchalance, his casual authority over the situation, she knew him well enough to recognize the concern in his eyes: his forehead was creased almost imperceptibly, one eyebrow was quirked up, and one corner of his mouth twitched down. Her jaw tensed as she swallowed her heartache.

She was grateful that he then turned back to Richard. “Care to explain yourself, Mr. Lestrade?”

The interaction had stirred a bit of a crowd around them by then; the others in their immediate vicinity had ended their conversations at once upon hearing the confrontation, but the hush seemed to be spreading further across the room, and Richard was glancing left and right as he gaped at Jefferson. “Oh, no, it was just a misunderstanding. Look–”

“I’m not sure it was,” Jefferson cut him off, and his tone was biting. “Forgive me if this is too presumptuous, but I don’t think there’s anything unclear about a woman tellin’ you to take your hands off of her.”

“We were just chatting.”

“That wasn’t what it looked like,” Jefferson said, folding his arms. “From where I was standin’, it seemed like you grabbed a woman against her will, and you refused to let go. ‘S that accurate, Ms. L/N?”

She wished desperately that he’d stop addressing her. Her throat went dry as he all but admitted he’d been watching her, and she could only nod, unable to find her voice. Thankfully, he took that as enough of an answer.

“I never meant to hurt Y/N, sir. Honestly, I’m so sorry if I did–” Richard turned to Y/N. “I’m so sorry if I hurt you, but my intention wasn’t–”

“You blatantly ignored me telling you to stop,” she said. His speaking to Y/N once again made her blood boil, and she couldn’t help but snap at him, despite how lightly she felt herself to be treading in present company. “Don’t pretend like this was some unfortunate accident.”

Lestrade went from gaping at Jefferson to gaping at her, then. “I… I’m sorry, again, but come on, you know I was just trying to be friendly,” he defended, and she rolled her eyes, getting tired of his excuse. The edge of aggression in his tone made her take a wary step away from him, though. “I invited you to–”

“You said you work for the Department of Defense, correct?” Jefferson cut him off, diverting his attention from Y/N, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, silently thanking him for bailing her out.

“Yes, sir.” Lestrade offered a weak smile, but his fear was obvious in how he was holding himself. Jefferson regarded him with an air of disgust, looking him up and down.

“Well, you don’t anymore.” Y/N’s eyes widened at the declaration, but President Jefferson paid her no mind. “ I’ll be in touch with your supervisor to have you dismissed.”

“What?” Lestrade asked, “but, sir, that’s my job. I need to–”

“Not anymore, it isn’t.” President Jefferson’s words were firm. “Now, please, I’d like to ask you to leave now so it isn’t necessary for me to have you shown out with a security detail.”

Lestrade froze, and for a moment, Y/N expected him to protest, but when he saw all the people around them watching him, anticipating his next move, he turned on his heel, flushing bright red, and started toward the exit. Y/N and Jefferson were both scowling as they watched him leave.

However, it wasn’t long before Jefferson turned to Y/N, although she hadn’t turned back to face him.

“Are you alright, Ms. L/N?” he asked mildly, and she was sure her surprise pertaining to the whole situation was written across her face when she met his gaze. She nodded hesitantly. “I’d appreciate hearin’ you say it.”

“I’m just fine,” she assured him, voice shaky, and his tense shoulders relaxed, although he didn’t look fully convinced. “But thanks for your concern, really, Thom– sorry, Secretary– I mean, President Jefferson.”

She saw the corners of his lips twitch up when she almost called him Thomas.

"Of course. Let me know if there's anything I can do." His words were wary, careful not to cross any lines or to impose upon her, but she smiled.

"I think that firing Mr. Lestrade on sight was quite enough," she said, and when a grin split Thomas’s– President Jefferson's worried expression, her stomach turned; her smile was strained. Everything about him felt too familiar, painfully familiar.

"Fair enough,” he acquiesced. At how ill-at-ease she appeared, though, his smile wavered. “Hope I didn't go overboard."

She shrugged. "He deserved it."

Thomas Jefferson laughed, and the sound was as warm as she remembered it being. She hadn’t heard it in person in nearly three years, and for her to have come across him so suddenly, it was jarring. She was quite sure she was going to be sick.

“I s’pose you’re right.” By then, those around them had begun to disperse, so after glancing left and right, he took a step closer to her, furrowed his brow, and every muscle in her body tensed. Yet, she didn’t move away. His voice was soft, gentle when he asked. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, swallowing hard. “Don’t you have some politicians to get back to?”

He pursed his lips, and she was sure the tense grief in her expression wasn’t hidden as well as she’d have liked it to be. “I guess so,” he finally said, but he didn’t move, looking her over, and his voice was quiet when he said, “‘S good to see you, though. You look good.”

“Yeah, you too,” was all she could manage in response. He gave her a sad smile, nodded, and the silence between them stretched on Just as she thought he was about to turn, head back to where he’d been previously, he stopped himself.

“Will I see you around?”

The hope in his voice made her throat tighten, and she took a deep, shaky breath. She shook her head, and her voice nearly broke when she answered, “I don’t think you will.”

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home!

CHAPTER XIII.

Her lips quivered as she huffed and hiccuped aggressively. Her feet moved rapidly across the marble floors of the hospital as she rushed to the automatic doors. Her palm covered her mouth as she was afraid that if she dropped it, the people around her would hear her cries.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her left hand. She felt so embarrassed, so ashamed, over a situation she had no control control over.

While she was getting her blood drawn by her doctor, it seemed that her body lost control over itself. Her eyes rolled back and began to flicker like an old light bums. Her body shook like she was standing on the icy glaciers in Antarctica with no coverings. Her heart rate increased so high that it almost seemed it would pump out of her chest.

It was a seizure, they told her. It lasted only two minutes, but her primary doctor, along with two other doctors from the neurology unit felt that it seemed so much longer.

They informed her that it could possibly be a case of epilepsy. The look upon her face was horrid. She looked frightened in the beginning, because she came to the realization that she could lose control of her body at any place, at any time. Then, it morphed into a frown, and she couldn’t look into the eyes of any one in the room. She was embarrassed.

Now, she refuses sorrowfully down the street to the apartment she shared with Katya and Adya. For once, she was glad that they weren’t there when she pushed the door open and saw their boots weren’t by the door as they usually were.

Sarai kicked off her shoes and placed them on the designated boot tray by the front door and locked the door behind her.

She sauntered today her bedroom and immediately stripped out of her clothes and into more comfortable clothing. After she finished changing, she crawled into her bed and laid on top of her covers.

As she laid against her comforter, she felt her body slow down and her eyes flutter closed. She fell into a slumber.

Two hours had passed when she woke up. She could’ve slept throughout the rest of the day and well into the next day if the buzzing of her phone hadn’t caught her attention.

Sarai turned her head against the pillow a few times then extended her hand towards her nightstand. She swiped the device off the surface.

She unlocked it and read the text message she’d received.

Adrian

— How’s 7?

A pout formed upon her lips. She was so into her emotions from earlier that she had forgotten about the dinner. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t feel like rushing to put herself together within two hours. She wasn’t in the mood to go out, there was still a lot for her to process regarding her newly found health condition.

Sarai

— So, so sorry, but I’m not feeling up to going out tonight. I’m not feeling well.

She bit along the skin of her thumb as she waited impatiently for his response. Her heart dropped when she saw the three little bubbles disappear after a short while.

She stared at the screen for many seconds hoping he’d reply, but he didn’t. Her shoulders fell and she released a broken sigh. Great, she said to herself, now he’s upset.

She huffed and tossed her phone to the side before stuffing her face back in her pillow.

A knock on the front door hindered her from continuing to stare at the gray wall ahead of her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered who’d be at the door unexpectedly. It obviously wasn’t Katya or Adya, as they had keys to their own home.

Sarai hummed to herself as she pushed herself off her bed and tipped towards the front door. She wrapped her arms around herself as she weaved throughout the maze she called her home.

She peeked through the peephole to see who it could be, and her frown slowly turned into a smile. She quickly unhinged the door and swung it open.

“What’re you doing here?” Sarai gushed as she stepped to the side for the person to enter.

“I mean, you said you weren’t feeling good. So, I thought I’d stop by to check on you,” Adrian explained. “Oh, for you.” He held out a yellow bag that was filled with little goodies.

Sarai hesitantly peeled the bag out of his hand and started towards the living room, gesturing for him to follow. “What’s this?”

Inside the bag was a small little teddy bear along with some of her favorite candies. It was such a simple gesture but she appreciated it so much. It definitely brightened her mood. Aside from Katya and Adya, she didn’t have anyone present to pull her out of her occasional funks. It was nice to have another person to care for her, even if they hadn’t known each other very long.

She opened her arms just slightly for a hug, which he immediately accepted. The young man wrapped his long arms around her small frame and squeezed her tightly.

“Thank you...”

Sarai almost melted into his embrace, finding comfort in his stronghold. She let her cheek fall against his shoulder and her small hands gripped his sweatshirt. She inhaled softly, his sweet cologne filling her nostrils. Her body felt tingly and her eyes slowly began to sting. It was only when she felt his hand rub her back soothingly that the dam had broken.

Everything she’d felt and had thought about, things she kept tucked in the back of her mind because she was too afraid to speak about, in addition to the news she received earlier, hit her all at once and she couldn’t control the way she was feeling.

Sarai was never the type to show any kind of emotion that was deemed concerning. Of course, she seemed shy and quiet, a bit standoffish to some, but she never allowed her sadness, anger, or frustration to become evident to those around her.

Since she kept them all hidden, she had no way of expressing them, she had no way of getting any comfort, any closure. Now, she sat in the arms of the boy who seemed to have more care for her in the world, with tears streaming down her face.

She was tired.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

Sarai pulled away just slightly and wiped her damp face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

“I come with a lot of baggage, Adrian,” she whispered. “and that’s a huge deal breaker to some. But, I’m tired, to say the least. I just feel stupid crying. We’ve been talking for a few weeks and you’ve already seen me cry.” A humorless chuckle feel from her lips as she snatched a tissue from the box on the side table next to the couch.

Adrian swallowed and shook his head subtly. How could someone so beautiful, so deserving of every ounce of happiness the universe could provide, be so full of pain and sorrow.

He knew from the get go that there was something pulling her down, locking her in place, but he wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t his place. She was so closed off, and now she was opening up. Slowly, but surely, she was blossoming. It may have seemed as if she was crumbling in her own eyes, but it was growth.

“There’s no shame in letting yourself feel everything. It’s apart of being human, Sarai,” he started. “Let yourself feel. Let yourself be open and speak about what’s bothering you. It doesn’t have to be to me, or Katya, or Adya. Maybe to a notebook, I don’t know, but don’t hold it in.”

He looked into her sad hazel eyes and bit along the side of his cheek. He hesitantly brought his thumb to her cheek, and he softly wiped the falling tear away. “It’s okay. You can cry today then smile tomorrow...”

it’s the first update in MONTHS. i’m trying to see if i can summon the inspiration to write the last 10 ish chapters of this then edit it. ahhh

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Foreign Touch ch 8

Warnings: Angst, cuteness, Thomas being sweet.

Word Count: 2,597

Previously - Masterlist Request A Oneshot

[a/n after the tag-list. <3 ]

Blinking a few times, Y/N looked around and wondered where she was. ‘Wasn’t I sleeping at Thomas’?’ she thought as she sat up and looked at her body. No cast, no bruises and no pain from the accident.

“Y/N! GET UP! OR YOU’LL BE LATE!” she heard her moms voice call out and Y/N was quick to jump up from the bed and rush out of her room.

Pushing past Alexander, ignoring his cry as she practically slammed the boy into the wall. Y/N found her parents in the kitchen. Her father reading the paper and her mother fixing breakfast. With a sob, Y/N rushed over to them and threw her arms around her mother first before her father.

“What? What’s wrong sweetie?” her dad chuckled and patted her back.

“I… you guys… we were in a crash and you guys…” she shook her head but smiled. “I can’t wait to tell Thomas that I had the craziest dream!” Y/N let out a small laugh.

“What? Why the hell would you talk to Jefferson?” Alex asked, walking into the kitchen and looked at his sister in disbelief. Acting as if she suggested she was going to shave her head and join the circus.

“Because he’s my soulmate dumbass.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Like you don’t tell John everything.”

Alex flicked her forehead and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “I tell John everything cause he’s my Best Friend. Nothing more.” Alex pointed a finger at Y/N who looked confused. “Soulmate? Jesus, you have to lay off the fan-fiction Y/N. You’re starting to dream some real crazy shit. Like falling for your brothers ARCH ENEMY!”

Standing there confused, Y/N didn’t understand what was going on. ‘What does he mean… what? Of course, Thomas and I are together…’

Shaking her head, Y/N went to change into something that wasn’t her pajamas. Though the grey skinny sweatpants she put on and a loose black shirt wasn’t any different. Y/N just didn’t feel like getting pretty for school. Hair loose, no makeup expect for the bit of mascara and Chapstick. She slipped her feet into the Vans shoes by her bed and grabbed her bag.

School wasn’t what she expected. It was as if everything she went through didn’t happen. No one had soulmates, Alex was Senior Class President. Thomas was his usual playboy way; James was a sweetheart around Y/N. Her own group of friends was normal. John and Alex being so cute Y/N felt herself getting cavities, though they were just friends.

Everything was different and Y/N hated it.

That night, at a school game. She warmed up with the other cheerleaders as they got ready for the halftime break and were going to preform a little skit they worked on. Y/N knew it like the back of her hand. She remembered already doing this skit and how Thomas had hugged her and congratulated her on it afterwards.

Now after they finished, the crowd going wild, there was no Thomas, no hugs and kisses before he would run off to finish the game. It was like a drill in her heart and she couldn’t handle it. So, when no one paid her any attention, the girl rushed off to the locker room and changed. Telling her own couch that she wasn’t feeling well and went home.

Even after posting on Instagram, she laid there on her bed, looking up at the ceiling and frowned. The ache she felt was so strong and Y/N wanted it to go away. Turning on her side, not believing everything that she had gone through was a dream, she slowly fell asleep, hugging her pillow to her chest.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

With a gasp, Y/N sat up and looked around. Seeing she wasn’t home, that Y/N was in the room she had been staying in while living with the Jefferson’s. Y/N almost cried. So, it had been a dream, her parents weren’t alive, she was with Thomas and her brother was with John. Grabbing her phone and looking at Instagram, Y/N let out a laugh when she saw the last post she made, she had thought it might have been something different… but no. She never made it and her friends were still roasting Alex for not getting John a ring.

Moving to get up, her cast still on her leg. Up to her thigh, mocking her almost. She glared at the thing. “Only one more week…” she told herself and moved to get out of bed. The last few weeks haven’t been the easiest, but she was getting by. Thomas helping her, her brother and friends. Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson were by her side each time she broke down.

After getting out of bed and changed into a long, maxi dress with a leather coat over her. Y/N put her foot in ballet flats and a sock over the other one to cover her toes before heading out of her room.

“Y/N?” she heard Thomas call out and she turned her head.

Wincing at the look of worried on his face, Y/N shook her head. “I’m fine! Honestly. It was just… another bad dream.” She told him and smiled when he kissed her cheek.

Walking downstairs, Thomas never leaving her side, there to need her in case anything happens. But he allowed Y/N to go down on her own, taking it one step at a time with the crutches. It wasn’t easy but she was able to go down.

By the time they got to the kitchen, Y/N sat down at the bar-stool at the kitchen island and smiled as Thomas grabbed her the box of cereal, she eats almost every morning.

The two were quite, Thomas not sure what to say and Y/N was still stuck in her own thoughts thinking about the dream she had. Throughout the day Y/N kept to herself as she went to her therapy session and doing mundane things around the house. At least as much as she could do without over working herself.

Not being able to go to school just yet, feeling as if she wouldn’t be ready for that. Y/N did her schoolwork at home, being sent everything she needed to her student email and sending it back to each teacher. Spending her week just like that, waking up, having breakfast with Thomas and kissing him goodbye as he went off to school.

The day she was finally getting her cast off, Y/N was in a good mood. It was as if she would finally be able to be herself once again. So, as she had gotten ready that Saturday morning bright and early. Y/N found herself making everyone breakfast. She had gotten up even before Mr. and Mrs Jefferson.

By the time everyone woke up and had breakfast together. Y/N and Thomas got into his car and headed off to the hospital where she would get the cast off at her eight o’clock appointment. Y/N was talking and making jokes. Holding Thomas’ hand throughout the car ride. Never noticing the bright smile Thomas had on his face every time he glanced at her. He was happy that she was acting like her old self again.

It was two hours later when they were back in their car and heading back home. Sure, she still had to use a supportive boot, but at least she didn’t have to wear the annoyingly large cast.

The two looked at each other and smiled. “You know… I’m all caught up in my schoolwork… Football season is over so there’s no games.” Thomas spoke up and Y/N raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

“Okay….” She trailed off, not following what he was trying to get at.

Chuckling, Thomas grabbed her hand and grinned. “Wanna go on a small vacation? Just us? I have money…”

With wide eyes, Y/N turned her body so she could look at Thomas better. “Really?” she asked, only to squeal when he nodded. “Myrtle Beach!” was the first place Y/N thought of for them to go.

As soon as it was decided, Thomas drove home where the two quickly went to pack. Being sure to pack warmer clothes since the weather was still cold. Though thankfully there wasn’t much snow on the ground. Y/N was sure to text her friends that she would be away for the weekend. Thomas doing the same but being sure to message his parents as well. Just so they wouldn’t worry.

By the time they finished getting their bags packed for the three-day weekend. The two continued on their way back to the car where they set off to Myrtle Beach for their getaway. Music blasting and the two singing, Y/N doing her best to rap along with the songs Thomas played.

Of course, they had to make a couple stops, bathroom breaks, food stops and places they deemed worthy to stop and take pictures of. What would have been only six, almost seven hours turned into nine hours in the car driving to their destination. Not that either minded.

Finally arriving at the hotel, the two would stay at, Thomas signing them in since he was eighteen already. Y/N held onto his hand as she kept watch on their bags before finally being handed the keys to their room and they headed up to their room on the 14th floor. Once inside, they put their clothes into the drawers and laid in bed.

Y/N had decided to take the boot off to let her leg breath some as they were just laying there. It was nearing dinner time and the sun was going down, so the two looked at one another in silent agreement to order room service. Being the one to turn around and grab the phone, along with a menu from the drawer. Y/N smiled as Thomas kissed her forehead, mumbling about going to shower.

Once the food order was placed, Y/N laid there and stared at her phone. It didn’t take long for the two of them to shower and get dressed for the night. Dinner was brought up and Y/N laid in bed with Thomas, a movie playing on the tv while they ate. A burger with fries for Thomas and the chicken tender platter with a side of salad with the Caesar dressing. Though of course she stole some of the fries from Thomas plate. Grinning each time, she snuck a French fry and he would playfully glare at her.

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The weekend went perfectly between the two of them. Y/N and Thomas doing everything a couple would do. Sightseeing, going to the beach, despite the cold weather. Walking the boardwalk and going to the fair that was open that weekend. It was a memorable time for the two. It was a much-needed break that the two of them needed. So, by Sunday, after posting something cute on her Instagram. Just wanting everyone to know that she was indeed alive.

Y/N was grinning when she had yet another hashtag going on, loving nothing more than to bother her idiot brother. The same idiot who spent majority of the weekend calling and texting her whenever he could. Just to make sure Thomas was trying to corrupt his sister. (His own words.)

When they both paid for the hotel and got back in their car, Y/N pulled Thomas closer to her and placed a small kiss to his lips. A hand going to the back of his neck while they both savored the soft kiss. “Thank you…” she whispered, lips brushing against his as she spoke quietly.

“You know I’ll do anything for you babygirl.” He chuckled and gave her one more peck before they put on their seat belt and started the drive back home.

Having left a little after Five o’clock that Sunday evening. The two of them only agreed to stop once when they neared D.C to get dinner.

Stopping at a cute diner, one that looked right out of the 80’s, Y/N was in love with everything from their weekend together. The pictures they took, the time they spent together. The indoor pool and hot tub in the hotel. Thankfully she could take off her boot whenever she wanted so she got to enjoy her time.

“You do know… that now this week you’re going to be taking it easy.” Thomas said as he pointed at her with the straw from his milkshake he had. Causing Y/N to pout.

Nodding either way, she slumped back against the booth seat she sat in. “Yeah, my leg kinda aches now that we’re not on the move… though the massages you had been giving were amazing.” She playfully batted her eyelashes at him, causing the two to laugh together.

“Here you two go… dessert is on the house. The two of you make such a cute couple. Nice to see young love still exists.” Their waitress, a king old lady said as she set the check on the table.

Y/N beamed with happiness and thanked the lady before Thomas and her started on the argument on who was going to pay for dinner. In the end they split the check and headed back to the car together. Holding hands and a comfortable silence between the two.

With still two hours until they arrived home, Y/N fell asleep against the car window curled up with a pillow under her head and Thomas’ jacket over her body.

Arriving home, Thomas didn’t even bother in waking her up. Instead he was careful in opening the car door on Y/N’s side and carrying her inside the house. She had woken up as soon as he had picked her up from the passenger side seat, but she kept her eyes shut and let him take her inside. Hearing him say a soft hello to someone, Y/N assumed it was his parents, she just snuggled closer to his body and giggled when she felt his long fingers dig into her side. “You’re awake you little minx?” she heard him whisper and Y/N let out a small laugh.

“Take me to bed!” she groaned and pinched him back with a pout in her face and glanced up at him with puppy dog eyes.

He just smiled and Y/N noticed that Thomas took her into his bedroom. “If you think you’ll be sleeping away from me after this weekend? Guess again.” He laughed and gave her a kiss to the forehead.

Watching him walk out of the room, claiming he was going to grab their bags from the car. Y/N nodded her head before curling up under the blanket and grabbing her phone that she had put in the waistband of the leggings she was wearing.

Checking her messages and assuring all her friends and brother that she was back at the Jefferson house safe and sound. She sighed at all the messages Alexander started to send to her. She sent the middle finger to the guy and set her phone down.

Laying there, hearing Thomas talk to his parents, Y/N smiled and thought back to the weekend they shared. The laughter by the beach, walking and buying stupid things for their friends. Dressing up and dressing down, going to shows and having the kiss while they rode the Ferris whee even late night drives, happy to be somewhere where no one knew them. It was a magical weekend and Y/N could only hope that the two would be able to do it again in the summer so they would be able to actually go and swim in the beach and have fun in the sun instead of being cold.

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A/N: SO i have been away for quite some time. I have had this written for a while and I just never had the time to actually stop and post it. I’ll be coming back to continue to write. SO If y’all still wanna be tagged. give me a shout out :) <3

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oklcmc · 3 years

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹅ IN LIVING COLOUR. ﹅ [18+]

word count：5，897

pairing：aaron burr，jr. ❨leslie odom，jr.❩╱black!journalist!chorus substitute teacher!female oc ❨faith renée evans，circa 1995❩

forewarning：this imagine will contain use of drugs or alcohol，strong language and sexual content. read at your own discretion.

fun-size playlist：i. zapp ⅋ roger - i want to be your man，ii. guy - piece of my love，iii. braxton cook╱the fellas - that dress that i like ❨from the hulu original film bad hair❩，iv. faith evans - give it to me，v. faith evans - reasons，vi. faith evans - soon as i get home ， vii. stevie wonder - all i do，viii. faith evans - all this love，ix. faith evans - come over，x. swv - downtown，xi. stevie wonder - rocket love. yes，this is sequenced. ☺

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’ ⠀⠀⠀omg，can i start by apologizing in advance for my tardiness with this imagine here？ this was supposed to be written months ago，and probably prior to the one written about john laurens ❨anthony ramos❩，but an unfortunate turn of events took place with my father which caused me put all my writing on the back-burner. not that i had an actual plot for this imagine to begin with，and i’m a progressively slow writer anyway. i just knew that my favorite r⅋b songstress，faith evans would be the face claim and that it would be based on my favorite era before the 00′s，and that is the golden era! yes，the 90′s! that new jack motherfuckin’ swang! not to mention i’ve actually been taking the time out to watch some of my favorite classic films from that era or based on that era；boomerang ❨1992❩，bad hair ❨2020❩，mo’ better blues ❨1990❩ etc.，etc.，and these helped guide me as well. i started on this around the beginning of october，took a small hiatus and finally finished it off a couple days back. i’m so happy that i did because his role of burr ❨or leslie in general❩ really don’t get enough praise for me. i kind of like mashed their personalities into one person with this, but i tend to do that often. this imagine does have substance to it, but towards the ending it gets extremly... kinky，so just be sure to brace yourselves. i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’ ⠀⠀⠀

Newark，New Jersey · Sunday，May 21，1995

OMNISCIENT

⠀⠀⠀ℌad Aaron Burr, Jr. possessed the capability to read lips from the distance that he were standing at, the New Jersey Attorney General would’ve probably explained to any person generous enough to listen that the ordinary words slipping past the full and infamous Bronze Shimmer coated lips which could’ve only belonged to the reporter standing directly across the street from him were far more poetic than any novel he managed to read to himself in his youth, and you best believe there were more than what he could count on just one hand. He could only mention one being that the other, clammy as it were, was currently grasping onto a stack of political campaign brochures he still had tucked beneath his arm from earlier in the day.

He was fascinated by the way she commanded attention from her guests and vice versa. She’d bat her natural eyelashes which were almost always enhanced with several coats of mascara or she’d trade hands with the flagged microphone momentarily in order to tuck a stand of loose hair from her honey blonde half up/half down beehive updo behind her ear using her French manicure acrylics and just like that, any person was undivided.

The current climate surrounding them was quite spotty and her aura had still managed to refract like a visible spectrum, of course, he could’ve been literal in this subject when doing a once-over of her attire. There was a certain First Ladyesque lying within her posture that day. The long-sleeved faux suede and button-up blazer dress made with a wide waist belt and a bold cris-cross patterned sailor collar in mint, magenta, yellow, blue and red hues showcased just the right amount of thigh, cleavage and collar bone while her satin magenta high heel mules complimented her French pedicure just as much as her clip-on Chanel neon hologram logo drop earrings did her diamond angled face.

By the time Aaron could shake this state of infatuation with the young woman, she was wrapping up her segment with City Mayor Thomas Jefferson and instead indulging in a less important topic of discussion with him and her cameraman Percival whom also so happened to be her first cousin from the looks of it. Now would’ve been his ideal moment to intrude and propose her an offer she simply couldn’t refuse.

“Mayor Jefferson,” With the slightest bow to his superior, their laughter had subsided.

“General Burr,” Thomas greeted with just about no enthusiasm at all. “I wasn’t expecting to see your face this time of day. To what do I owe the honor?”

“Yeah, well I was just in the neighborhood doing some campaigning when I seen the satellite truck nearby. Thought I’d stop by and give a quick ‘Hello,’” Aaron greeted Percival with a simple wave in which he hadn’t minded exchanging back before beginning the process of loading his truck with equipment. “If you and Percival wouldn’t mind my asking, I’d like to have a word with Ms. Shaw alone, please.”

“Well I haven’t quite completed all my civil duties for the day,” Stated Thomas, gazing off into the distance where a small crowd of awaiting New Jersey citizens stood behind a barricade in their rain ponchos, umbrellas and newspapers even. “So I guess I’ll leave you to it. Best of luck on that early campaigning, you’re going to need it.”

“Why, thank you, sir!” Aaron grinned, not giving Thomas’ farewell much thought at all as he watched him swiftly turned on the heels of his loafers and began to approach the crowd of residents with a slight limp.

“She’s all yours, man.” Percival nudged his head in the direction of the passenger side to hint just were his older cousin were now located at while shutting the cargo doors closed.

“Thanks...” Aaron slowly nodded his head in appreciation to Percival’s gesture before quickly going to circle the van and being taken aback when seeing Phaedra bent over inside the van with one leg up, struggling to unload her heart-shaped patent leather Moschino brand handbag, transparent umbrella and manila file folders.

As if it could get any less skimpier, her current position had her dress rising past the cuff of her bare ass which caused his mouth to run dry and the zipper area of his tailored trousers to stiffen. He would’ve never had guessed a woman of her caliber to be so vulgar, and on the job at that. He had to clear his throat in order to gain his composure again.

“Need a hand?”

“Oh!” Phaedra gasped, landing on her own two before going to smooth out her dress. She was making herself so obvious. “Aaron, I had almost forgot that you were around,” She sighed out, shutting her eyes for a brief moment while she collected herself. “Now that you’ve mentioned it, yes, I could certainly use your hands with these folders.” She extended the brimming folders in his direction and he had no problem taking them into his arms right along with the stack of brochures.

“Folders?” He glanced down before casually lurching upward to be sure the folders were secured in that position. “Check. Can I assist you with anything else, Ms. Shaw? C-Car ride, maybe? Mines is only a few blocks down from here.”

Now was the moment of truth.

“No, that won’t be necessary, Burr,” He watched as she skillfully pressed the pad of her thumb into the umbrella’s crook handle until the runner shot up the shaft and the ribs began to protectively overspread her. “Because so is my house. I’ll leave that up to you on whether or not you choose to walk with me although I feel as if you’ve spoiled me enough already.”

“Nonsense! I refuse to have you, as a woman, walking home alone in this kind of weather. Especially not in that kind of attire.”

“And just exactly what is wrong with my attire?” She scoffed with one hand placed on her hip.

“N-Nothing at all. I... Didn’t mean any harm by it, it’s just that I took notice to the silk mules on your feet. They look as if they might’ve cost you a pretty penny. Are you sure you’re willing to risk ruining them in all this rain?” Aaron risked few pellets of rain to the face just by glancing up at the dark stratocumulus clouds forming above their heads.

“$622 to be exact,” Phaedra smirked, admiring the eye candy that adorned her feet. “I admit that you have a pretty good eye for fashion, Aaron, but I think you should know that as much as I like these shoes, I love this type of weather more.”

With that being said, their journey home had begun. Aaron, being the gentleman he was, chose to walk closer to the curbside in case any accidental splashes from oncoming traffic were to occur while Phaedra walked in the center of the sidewalk with the umbrella hoisted above the both of them. Speaking of oncoming traffic splashes, Percival had just so happened to roll on by, tooting his horn when a new question arose from Aaron.

“May I make the suggestion of investing in a briefcase?”

“Why? are my folders getting too heavy for you, Aaron?” Phaedra emphasized with an eyebrow cocked.

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m just looking out for your best interest. Wouldn’t want your papers getting water damage.”

“Is that so? ‘Cause all there is inside those folders are worksheets that have yet to be graded, lesson plans, future segment examples and unfinished lyrics to some songs I wrote.”

“I can help with that.” Aaron said as a matter-of-factly with his index finger pointed towards the sky.

“Suit yourself,” Phaedra rummaged through her handbag until coming in contact with a pack of Misty brand Rose 100′s and a matchbook. “Y’know, Aaron, you sure ask a lot of questions and always seem to rebuttal once challenged.” She temporarily trapped the umbrella’s handle under her arm before going to pull back the foil of the carton of cigarettes and gently giving the bottom a few encouraging taps with the heel of her palm until her desired stick slipped halfway from the box. She wrapped her stained lips around it’s filter before ripping a comb from the matchbook, dragging the igniter across the striker and setting the tobacco rod ablaze.

“I do not!” Aaron vindicated. “And that’s a nasty habit you have.”

“There you go again,” Phaedra muttered before pulling the cigarette away from her lips and allowing the smoke to do the same. “You think I don’t know that smoking’s bad for me? It’s my first today, so Aaron, would you please.”

“Alright, I won’t say anything else about your cancer sticks. I guess this means you won’t be attending school this evening?”

“Nope. I’m going home to enjoy a nice tall glass of wine over some Stevie Wonder until I fall into a drunken slumber,” Phaedra took another pull from her cigarette. “Speaking of school, how’s my star pupil, Theodosia liking school abroad so far?”

Aaron could’ve almost chuckled at the mention of his only daughter, knowing she was the origin of the two being acquainted to begin with.

Still adapting to his new home life as a widower and a single father of three for the past three years, Aaron had to admit to being somewhat unaware of how to go about the situation of his thirteen-year-old daughter abruptly coming from junior high school one evening with tears flooding the brim of her eyes due to her failing nine-week grade in chorus class by the new substitute teacher who went by “Ms. Shaw” and who Theodosia described as “callous” other than to setup an immediate mediation with the villain woman who was even so much as capable of hurting his baby girl’s feelings.

Aaron approached the situation totally blindsided, oblivious that he would be encountering the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on since his late wife. Soft-spoken, well-educated and a rhythm and blues enthusiast just as he had seen on his television screen on weekdays in the afternoon, surely, this couldn’t be the woman Theodosia was speaking of, but it indeed was and once explained, it was Theodosia’s outspoken attitude that put them all in that alignment (Thank God). Needless to say, they hit it off pretty well, Ms. Shaw and Theodosia’s bond grew stronger while her permanent chorus teacher was out on maternity leave as well as Ms. Shaw and Aaron’s. Theodosia’s grades saw massive growth as time progressed. Theodosia hadn’t seen her father so invested in the likings of another woman since her late mother and that kind of took some pressure off of her as well, so before she could set sail with boarding school, she made him vow to be confident enough to tell Ms. Shaw how he really felt about her. Weeks had since passed and he was still getting around to it.

“Quite well actually. She sends her regards in this week’s letter. How about Chyna?”

“Chyna is... Chyna. Busybody. She’s spending time with my grandparents, Mae and Bob for the week. God knows when they’ll bring her home.”

Their thirty-minute conversation that revolved around the subject of playing catch-up with each other’s lives led them straight under the drive-thru portico of Phaedra’s eggshell white stucco home alongside her white Mercedes-Benz C-Class where Phaedra was finally able to let down her umbrella and put an end to that the pungent fumes of that cigarette by carelessly flicking it onto the stamped concrete driveway and ashing it beneath the soles of her mules. She retrieved a break-away lanyard from her handbag that had her school photo I.D card, car and house keys attached to it before going to unlock the sandblasted front door. All that hoping and praying and Aaron could still hardly believe that this was finally happening.

“Upon entering I’m just gonna ask that you simply remove your shoes. I just got new carpet installed.”

“That’s no problem, Phae.”

With a twist of a knob, the intoxicating aroma of lavender scented potpourri and what was probably yesterday evening’s dinner of steak and baked potatoes immediately invaded their senses, causing their mouths to water. The exterior was really only a façade to what kind of craftsmanship Phaedra was concealing on the inside. The white polished and metallic epoxy floors of the entryway had a coating that resembled the inside of a strawberry sundae cup and a shimmering finish that carried on throughout the dining room, kitchen and even it’s curved countertops. Parts of the home that weren’t veiled in epoxy flooring were instead covered in wall-to-wall magenta carpet, that including the curved staircase that was painted in aquamarine cyan and pastel pink hues with steel railings and the living room with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows. The acrylic abstract sculptures and vases and the Jean-Michael Basquit, Keith Haring and Harlem Renaissance artwork all displayed throughout the residence set an ambience for Aaron that was nothing short of nostalgic.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒⠀⦂⠀* PHAEDRA’S⠀╱⠀crib.

He was immediately prepared to kick off his Converse and peel off his Winnie The Pooh varsity jacket and cannonball dive right into the conversation pit as if he were a teenager again, but first he had to find a safe place for those pamphlets and folders he was holding onto since God knows when, and the acrylic console table was looking lovely to him in that very moment. That and the current view of Phaedra bent over, slipping the mules from her dainty feet.

“You’ll have to excuse the toys,” Phaedra apologized, bending her knees to retrieve the wooden ABC/123 blocks and Fisher-Price brand corn popper playset. “It was a hassle tryna get Chyna out the door and to my grandparents on Monday morning. I haven’t had time to really clean this up with my schedule and all. It’s in and right back out.”

“There’s no need to apologize, Phaedra. I completely understand. Have you forgotten that I have three kids, woman?” Aaron placed the folders and pamphlets down on the console table before stepping out his sneakers, leaving him in his tube socks and going to align them at the door. “This sure is a nice house you’re building here, Phaedra.”

“Why, thank you, Aaron. I do try. Can’t believe I haven’t bothered inviting you in until today, how rude of me.” Even with all the items Phaedra had cradled within her arms, she still managed to pull the clip-on earrings from her earlobes and toss them onto the console table alongside her lanyard. Her umbrella and handbag were left hanging from the free-standing coat rack. “Well feel free to make yourself at home while I go put these up and grab some wine and glasses from the cellar. There’s a storage cabinet for vinyls on the entertainment stand, it’s really not hard to miss. Why don’t you do the honors and pick out something for us to listen to while I’m doing this?”

“I’m on it.” Aaron nodded his head in agreement as he pulled his varsity jacket from his arms and hung it up on the coat rack alongside her drenched umbrella and handbag. Phaedra captivated Aaron with the simple switch of her walk until she was no longer in his presence, and that’s when he took upon himself to cover the living room area a bit more.

Each step he took across the plush carpet left an imprint. His fingertips delicately stroked the keys of the pianette, causing them to spring back up with a gay chord as his eyes practically chased the shadows striking against the ceiling. He spun his way over to the five display cabinets aligned against the back wall that were responsible for protecting Phaedra’s Diplomas, license certificates, awards, African-American figurines and Ancient African sculpture collections to name a few before circling the conversation pit and heading straight for the polished black entertainment stand.

He gambled between each closed cabinet on which one could lead him to that vinyl collection Phaedra spoke of until finally making his decision and striking gold on his first choice. There had to be a couple hundred indexed records sitting within that cabinet, all ranging from The Clark Sisters to Louis Armstrong. How would he ever divvy it down to just one? His mind traced back to Phaedra mentioning wanting to enjoy a glass of wine over a Stevie Wonder record. Classic.

His fingertips brushed against each divider until stumbling across the Ws. He skimmed each record that fell under the category by tilting it at a degree where he could actually view the cover art. When it came down to Wonder’s overfamiliar Hotter Than July record, Aaron withdrew it from the shelf at the speed of lightning.

A genuine smile stretched his face as he ripped the record from it’s sleeve, skillfully flipping it on it’s A-side. He gently blew over it in case of any collected dust before placing it on the turntable, raising the cue lever and carefully positioning the tonearm above the beginning of the record. Aaron could’ve started shuffling his feet to the nostalgic beat of the drums on “Did I Hear You Say You Love Me” if he were confident enough to do so.

“That’s a great choice you’ve made there, Aaron.” Aaron was nearly apart of the storage cabinet when Phaedra decided to whisper in his ear.

“Whew!” He breathed, quickly turning to face the reporter whom had fell into a fit of contagious giggles. He couldn’t help but do the same.

“Did I startle you? I’m sorry.”

“Y-Yeah, you did actually, but it’s no problem. I’m happy that you’re satisfied with the choice I’ve made.”

“Here,” Phaedra handed him one of the burgundy glasses of red wine she had been grasping since making an entrance in which he happily accepted. “Have some wine. It’ll take the edge off.” She suggested, stepping down onto the moveable velvet purple cushions of the conversation pit and having a well-needed seat inside of it. With her legs curled off to one side, of course. “Care to join me?”

The two were comfortably basking in silence for more than a minute while being so intimately close again on that couch. One would simply trace the rim of their glass or hum the melody of the outro to the same song in perfect pitch, but all Aaron could really focus his mind on was the thick 18k herringbone chain that Phaedra almost always had hooked around her neck had pivoted (Probably in her time of domestication) and became unfastened.

He jumped right in to assist her with that, quickly taking another swig of his wine before balancing his glass on the carpet behind them.

“Your necklace’s become undone.” He informed, brushing his hands off.

“Ooh,” Phaedra groaned instantly becoming flushed with embarrassment as she placed her glass down next to his and began to pull herself up from her seat on the couch. “The thing’s always doing that! I need to get it fix—”

“Phae, relax,” Aaron insisted, grabbing at her wrists and bringing her right back down beside him. “I’ll do it for you.”

“O-Okay.” She stammered, twitching a smile in his direction.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹅ You made my soul a burning fire ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ You’re getting to be my one desire，﹅

The lyrics to the next track to jump under the needle were so fitting to Burr’s own situation, and honestly a fan favorite. The rainfall no longer tapped against the windowpane politely for an invitation inside as before, it pounded as if it could actually break inside and hide from it’s own deluge.

Aaron’s heart carried that same rhythm while his eyes were watching something totally opposite from what his hands were functioning on; Phaedra’s lips. In that moment it was as if everything was set in stone for him to plant his lips on her’s—And he did. Within the blink of an eye. The combination of nicotine and red wine were still fresh on her lips.

As expected, Phaedra was the first to rip her lips from his while Aaron’s hands went from tilting her chin to lying on her shoulders. They were frozen in time, foreheads pressed against one another’s with their eyes screwed shut, wondering who would speak first.

“Aaron, what are yo doing?” Phaedra breathed, grabbing at his wrists.

“I was— I was just leaving.” Aaron started to pull himself up from his seat until Phaedra yanked him back down by the hem of his white T-shirt. She was treating him just as he did her earlier, and truthfully speaking, he enjoyed it.

“Aaron, please don’t! Where are you going in all this rain?” He couldn’t give her a straight answer for even she knew his vehicle was blocks from where they were located at. “Aaron,” Phaedra called out to him, and he could’ve sworn he felt his heart flutter when she slipped her fingers beneath his chin and lifted his head until their eyes met again. “I’m not upset with you for kissing me, so there’s no need to feel embarrassed. For once I would like for you to open up to me and tell me how you feel about me. I can’t read minds.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹅ Think about how exciting it would be ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀If you should discover you feel like me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀If you should discover this dream is for two ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Well I'm gonna tell you girl，﹅

Aaron took both of Phaedra’s dainty hands within his and gently pressed kisses into her knuckles before bringing them into his lap. He peered into her onyx irises intently with a solemn expression that hinted that he was genuine before pouring his heart out. It was all or nothing.

“Phaedra Shaw, I think— No, I know I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you struggling to dust away music notes from the blackboard of your temporary classroom,” They both laughed out, only Phaedra had tears flooding the brim of her eyes. She never thought she’d see the day where Aaron would confess his love to her. “I imagined you to be this insensitive person my daughter made you out to be, but you’re so above that! You have such an amiable aura about you. Book smart, patient and more importantly, attentive with not only myself, but with the children as well. Selfishly enough, I’d never though I’d feel this way about a woman again and I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do if you don’t give me the chance to be your man, so Phaedra—”

“Yes!” She shouted, standing on her knees while nodding vigorously though it startled Aaron. “Yes, I’ll be your woman!”

All he could do was chuckle to himself as she pulled his hands from his and cupped his face within them instead before being the one to lean in for a kiss this time around.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹅ Gonna tell you, girl ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀I'd light a candle every day and pray that you'll always feel this way ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀And pray that our love will forever be new，﹅

“Aaron,” There she went again, calling out to him in the most tantalizing manner, her lips still pressed against his. “Aaron, there’s no harm in touching me now. I’m all yours,” His eyes danced between hers and the gold buckle of her waist belt as she went to unfasten it along with the oversized mint-trimmed buttons of her dress and boldly bought his arms underneath the open fabric and around her bare waist instead. She was completely exposed to him and he could rarely believe that it was happening. “Make love to me, please.”

Moving a past too fast were the very least of his concern, it was his obligation to give her what she wanted. It was more so about forbidding that different side of him from the forefront for as long as he could and now she would actually witness it.

His left hand smoothed down the small of her back until his fingernails were sinking into her ass cheek so hard that her pussy lips spread while his right wrapped around her throat, the tips of his fingers applying pressure where needed. The action caused her eyes to flutter in excitement. She never took to him being rough, but she accepted it. Allowing the dress to slip from her shoulders and hit the couch cushions before both her hands were trapping his wrist.

“You like that, yeah?” He smirked, nodding his head with his eyes low. He put her in such a trance that all she could physically do was agree with him using a simple head nod. “Words, Phaedra.” He pressed his fingers into her neck furthermore, causing her breath to hitch. She could’ve came in that position if he allowed her to.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, what?!” He gritted.

“Yes, sir. I-I love it.” She choked out on whatever air it was he was allowing her to inhale.

“That’s right,” He chuckled, almost conceitedly at her response before he licked over his full lips. “Just how you enjoy being on the job without any undergarments on? Bending over as if you want to be seen, but by who? Jefferson perhaps?”

“I—” She started to tell a fib until Aaron put a stop to it by squeezing her cheeks together until her lips were separating. Thomas was indeed attractive, but not of her caliber. It was no one in specific. It was just the thought of being caught like that turned her on.

“Don’t you dare lie to me because I seen it before we even stepped foot on this property, and you don’t speak unless spoken to! That’s what good girls do! You’re treading on thin ice already, Phaedra.” Phaedra was scared stiff from his statement. Terrified that the compliment she had dished consciously was written out on her forehead like a game of Charades. “Turn around and arch your back. Don’t make me ask twice.” He released her from his hold with a slight shove that sent her body flying back against the cushions of the couch with a slight bounce.

As much as she wanted to curse his name or roll her eyes like the Diva that she was, she obeyed his orders instead; flipping onto her stomach, her breasts pressed against the couch before hoisting her ass in mid-air and stretching her arms to the front of her, giving him a clear view of her sleek pussy. It contracted and her clit jumped more than a few times from the air hitting it. It was a sight to see.

“Oh my God, you’re perfect.” Aaron praised barely above a whisper as he bought his body closer to hers.

He had to admit that the first time the palm of his hand came cracking down on her ass was for experiment. The sound resonated throughout the entire room and along followed a small scream. He witnessed her skin turn from caramel to a bright red and started doing the shit for his own enjoyment, sometimes even daring to miscalculate his strikes.

“Let me find out you’re on the job with nothing on beneath your uniform again!” His hand came down twice on the same cheek.

“Oh my God!” She cried out, reaching her hand back to cover her stinging bottom from anymore assault from his hands, but Aaron pinned it to her lower back instead.

“Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson on talking back!” He alternated this time.

“P-Please, sir! I can’t feel my—” Whack! “Aah!”

By now Phaedra began to lose her grip on reality. Her mascara was leaking down her face at this point, her arch lessening as she melted into the seat like quick sand. If this were only a taste from a single utter then she couldn’t imagine what a real lashing was.

“You’re gonna learn to take your lashes like a good girl, Phaedra!” He straightened her back out, his free hand gripping the back of her neck so her face was in the cushions.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She sobbed, convulsing beneath him, but it weren’t a question he were asking. “I’ma good girl!” Whack! “I’ll learn!”

When Aaron thought he had his fill with the activity, he slid back to admire his work. His hands smoothed over her beaming backside in order to alleviate some of the pain she were in, earning him a whimper. Her pussy was drooling onto the couch from his previous actions though her words said otherwise. He just needed to taste her.

Phaedra’s body could barely process what it had just encountered before Aaron was trailing his tongue down her slit a few times, just sampling her arousal. He thought he couldn’t get enough, so he went in for more.

She knew what was to come next. She was as hungry as he was, and couldn’t help but to think what was the shame in helping expedite the process. She reached a hand down to her center, using her index and middle fingers to span her core to him.

He teasingly sucked her lips between his own, sometimes even catching her fingers in the process before his mouth closed in over her aching clit.

“Y-Yesssss! That feels so good, baby!” She squealed as her eyes fixated in the back of her skull.

She was melting into the seat once again, feeling herself about to leak all over him. Aaron wouldn’t let that happen. Not before his tongue came gliding up something so forbidden. He sucked on his middle and ring finger and sunk them inside his lover before proceeding to flick his tongue over her anal.

“T-That’s not my—” Her legs unexpectedly began to shake. “Oh my God, I’m cum’n, baby! Fuck!” Her voice went an octave higher as her fingers found their way to her clit.

He was greedy with all of her. Slapping her hand away and allowing his thumb to rotate her clit a few times until feeling her spray against his chin. He caught whatever didn’t drip onto the couch before coming up for air.

“Look at you, making a mess all over the couch. Now who’s gonna clean it up, hm?”

His dick was practically begging for a release from the restriction of his trousers. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and came out of his trousers and boxer briefs without a care in the world of where the articles of clothing ended up as he buried himself inside her without warning or an ounce of contraceptives. His hand found that comforting place on the back of her neck before she could even think about losing that arch while the other dug into her hip.

“Fuck...” Aaron breathed onto her spine, causing her body to quiver. He hadn’t even began to move his pelvis and he was already flirting with the idea of cumming inside her from just how tight she felt around his appendage. He disliked the fact that one woman had him so vulnerable. “I said who’s gonna clean it up, huh?!” He gained his composure, and rather vastly as he drew his hips back and slammed back into her sticky heat repeatedly. Her ass was rippling off his torso from such force.

“I am!” Phaedra slurred, her nails sinking into the couch beneath them as she took all of him. “I’ll do whatever you say!”

“Oh, yeah?” The sound of it made his dick twitch. His hand snaked to her larynx, bringing her body upright, right along with his. He had a perfect angle of her stained face in this position. Her eyes begging for release. “Open your mouth.” He demanded, his hands gripping her jaw.

She did so without hesitation, allowing him to spit directly in it. He was degrading her and she loved it.

“Swallow it! Every drop!” He barked, giving her cheeks a few encouraging slaps. Her heart fluttered as she quickly closed her mouth to swallow spit and stuck her tongue right back out so that he could examine it for himself. “Such a good girl,” He praised, bringing his hand back to her throat as his thrusts picked up where they left off at. She barely got the opportunity to catch her breath before he was plunging on her spot and slapping her clit at the same time. “You can cum now, baby.”

Those five words were all it took to bring her over the edge. Her body convulsing involuntarily as her fluids seeped down her inner thighs.

Aaron absentmindedly pushed her fragile body into the couch, causing him to pull from her grip. She clenched at his absence. How was he possibly still holding himself off at the rates that he were going? He couldn’t figure it out his damn self.

He caught her calf muscle in his hand before flipping her over on her back, pulling her body towards him and splitting her legs on either sides of him as he dragged his tip along her clit, nearly causing her legs to pry shut from the sensitivity.

From experience, Phaedra knew what it was that he were asking for and had no problem rewarding him with that. She snaked her arms around his neck, bringing herself up on her tippy-toes as she balanced herself just above his dick.

Aaron’s arms were back around her waist within seconds, his nails digging into her ass the minute she decided to bring herself down on him full force with an shattering moan against his lips. She had came just that quick.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Aaron groaned, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before offering her his tongue which she gladly obliged to suck on.

Their clammy bodies were the closest they had ever been that night. Chest to breasts, studying the rhythm of each other’s heartbeat. They chased their orgasms just the same way lightning chased after it’s thunder roll, the timeless voice of Stevie Wonder carrying them through.

He tweaked her nipples between his fingers as she snapped her hips against him arrhythmically, totally ignoring that overfamiliar knotting in the pit of her stomach as she witnessed his face contort. He was on the brink of cum’n for her.

“Fuuuck,” He whispered harshly, his mouth slightly ajar as he snaked his arms in the back of her thighs. He bottomed out in her cervix, making her toes curl. He was undefeated. “I’ma nut all in you, give us another baby. That’s what you want?”

“Pleaaase!” She whined, her acrylics gliding off his back continuously. She had no leverage to stop what was coming. She didn’t even know what she was begging for at this point, him to give way or his seed. “Oh, God! I’m cum’n! You’re making me cum again!” She squealed as he struck the same chords again.

“Don’t hold back. Give me all of it.” His thrusts progressively slacked, his hands squeezing her throat the moment her cream slid off on his dick. The more pressure he applied, the more she leaked all over him.

He was sure on filling her up before pulling out completely. He towered above her, still pumping his dick as spurts of his cum landed on her pretty ass lips.

“Be a good girl and c-clean up your mess.” Aaron stammered, rubbing his tip along her lips.

Phaedra obliged, boring her eyes into his and licking over her full lips before wrapping them around his tip tightly. She sucked gently before allowing him to hit the back of her throat a few times.

He thought he’d cum at the sight of her lips leaving him with a trail of saliva following not too far behind.

“Thank you.” She smirked, giving his tip one final kiss.

She was a keeper.

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Heartbreak Hotel

Pairing: Daveed x Black Plus Size OC

Summary: Victoria gives the story of the most tragic day of her entire life.

WC: 1.3K

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Daveed is an Asshole

April 9th 2015, a day that will truly forever haunt the memories of my mind. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, a day that every little girl dreams of, my wedding day. Even to this day couldn’t even begin to tell you where it all went wrong, I thought that I was the luckiest girl in the world. I mean to anyone else it definitely sounds like a cliche, but in my eyes I was truly marrying the love of my life. I had met Daveed Diggs out sophomore year of high school at Henry Ford High School. Daveed was by far the cutest boy at our school and every girl wanted a piece of him. Honestly who could blame them? He was tall, had smooth caramel skin, amazing hair, and the most dazzling smile I had ever seen. He was in my U.S History class and was having a hard time so being the kind soul that I was, I decided to help tutor him after school. From just that one tutoring session, a beautiful friendship blossomed. Daveed and I were like yin and yang; basically joined at the hip. Once you saw one of us, the other one wasn’t far behind.

Of course, to no ones surprise really, after spending so much time with Daveed,I fell in love with him. I of course hid my feelings for him, mostly because I was scared to lose my friendship with him and also because I was insecure with myself. Who the hell was I to ever think that Daveed would like a short, fat, dark skinned girl like myself when we were surrounded by girls who had so much more to offer. I wasn’t willing to have my heart broken like that.

As it turned out, my fears and insecurities was just a figment of my imagination. On the night of our senior prom, Daveed boldly and proudly confessed his feelings for me and after that, the rest as they say was history. Although our first two months together had been nothing but smooth sailing, soon enough we hit a major bump. It was getting closer and closer for us to leave for college, and while Daveed had chosen to remain in state and go to the University of Michigan, I on the other hand would be moving 710 miles away and attending Spelman College in Atlanta. I will admit, being in a long-distance relationship like that was incredibly and there were a few times where I thought things would end for good, but we powered through it and by the time we both graduated, our relationship was stronger than ever. After I had graduated from Spelman, with my degree in Advertising. I returned home to Detroit, reuniting and eventually moving in with Daveed. I had gotten a job at and up and coming Advertising agency downtown and Daveed became a substitute teacher at a local elementary school, For a year we lived in splendid bliss and then on my 23rd birthday, after six years of dating, he got down on one knee and proposed in front of our friends and family. To say that I was overjoyed was an understatement. I had always pictured this moment my entire life and for it to be happening with the person she considered her soulmate, There simply weren’t enough words to describe it.

The day had finally arrived and the hours leading up to the actual ceremony were honestly some of the most chaotic and stressful times I’ve ever had in my life,but nevertheless I kept a bright smile on my face. To me, it was all worth it because by the end of the day I would finally be Mrs. Victoria Diggs. I honestly hadn’t seen Davved a whole lot in the weeks leading up to the wedding, but he had just gotten a role in a new play that would be premiering soon so I just attributed it to him being busy from that. As two pm neared, I began to make my way to the foyer of the church where my father was waiting. As the beginning chords of “ Here Comes the Bride” began to play, the doors to the church open and I began my walk. I noticed all of her friends and family there but her attention was solely on Daveed. When I recall that day, there were two red flags that told me I should have noticed that something was very wrong right then and there. The first one was Daveed was usually such a jovial person but here he was on his own wedding day, not a smile to be seen. As I completed my walk to the altar, Daveed took my hand and as he did,there was the second red flag, I noticed that his hands were clammy, almost as if he was nervous. In all my years of knowing him, no matter what the situation was, Daveed was always the calm and levelheaded one, never showing a sign of nervousness. I pushed my racing thoughts to the side as the officiant began to speak and he asked do I take Daveed’s hand in sickness and health, for better or for worse, till death do us part. I proudly and wholeheartedly exclaimed “I do”much to the delight of the crowd. As the officiant turned and repeated the same question to Daveed, he uttered the words no woman ever wants to hear on her wedding day; “I don’t”. Confusion clouded my mind at first, Daveed was a jokester and so I thought it was a sick joke and that he would say I do for real. But as he slowly let go of my hands and started to back away, I realized that it was indeed not a joke and my worst nightmare was coming true. My heart, filled with so much life and love just moments before, was now beginning to crack and crumble. The wedding guests began to whisper to each other, their murmurs sounding like bees buzzing in swarming in my ear.

I don’ t remember much of what he said, everything started to become distorted but I can remember one clear thing. Turning towards to the crowd, Daveed boldly proclaimed that he couldn’t go through with the marriage because he had found another girl, A girl who was better than me in every way comparable, a girl who he said was his true soulmate.No one in the audience could believe it but as he walked back down the aisle away from the altar, I realized that this was happening. The world began to spin and I collapsed to the ground. My heart was now broken into pieces and I could do nothing but weep loudly. My sister Miranda helped me to my feet and quickly ushered me out the church,Family members sparing me sympathetic glances on the way out.

That day sent me spiraling into a major depression. Not long after the failed ceremony, I had moved out of my shared apartment and in with Miranda, not being able to bear seeing his face without going into a panic attack. I couldn’t eat, drink, or do much of anything. I just wallowed in my own self pity. It took me quite a while to recover from it. Pretty soon after, my sister found herself a hair salon in my old stomping grounds of Atlanta and hired me on to be store manager. I moved back to Atlanta and was eventually able to move on for the most part.Every now and then I still thought about him and it stung every single time but I made a promise to myself that I would close off my heart in hopes that I would never be made a fool of again.

A/N: My First ever Fic! I know I said I had a fic about homecoming in the works and I still do, but this idea had been floating around my mind for the past week. Please tell me what you guys liked, what you didn’t like, and ways I can improve! SiSi Out!

#daveed diggs #daveed diggs x Black! Oc #daveed diggs x black! reader #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs x Plus size oc

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chanelhamitlon · 4 years

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Hello!!

im pretty new here and heres a short list of who i would write fanfiction about!! you can also request some if you'd want my dms are open

✰list of people ✰

Hamilton Cast (ex. Anthony Ramos, Daveed Diggs, etc)

People in Hamilton (ex. Alexander Hamilton, Philip Hamilton, Hercules Mulligan,etc)

Timothee Chalamet and his characters (ex. Kyle Scheible, Elio Perlman, Billy Mitman)

Euphoria Cast (ex. Zendaya, Jacob Elordi, Alexa Demie, etc.)

Euphoria Characters (ex. Jules, Rue, Maddie, etc.)

I'd mostly plan on writing for hamilton but ofc i would have inconsistent uploads so pls follow me for fic series'!!

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violetroleplays · 3 years

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violet. 21. she/her. acst.

hi there ! i've been meaning to set up a writing blog FOREVER but i just haven't gotten around to it, but here i am ! finally getting it done ! i do have a couple outer banks accounts on tumblr, however i never really became super active on them. they are there if you're interest in plotting though ! you can find them on my page. i am fine with all kinds of pairings too ! i love trading headcanons, sending tiktoks that remind me of our pairings, and just spatting absolute bulls.hit in the middle of the night. i also am extremely active on discord too if anyone prefers that !

down below i've compiled a couple face claims and plots that im interested in doing, however i will we reblogging more over the next couple of weeks. don't hesitate to message me if you're interested, or give this a quick like and i'll reach out to you when i can !

edited march 13. 2022

some fandoms that i'm currently into (this is always changing):

outer banks. uncharted (video game & film). euphoria. marvel (mainly spiderman). harry potter (marauders & golden trio). tangled. lore olympus. teen titans (based on gabriel picolo & kami garcia's work). gilmore girls. atypical. omori. gossip girl (reboot).

some faces i'd love to see in an oc x oc pairing

- bold is what i'm desperate to see.

jonathan daviss. calum hood. harry styles. ryan destiny. emilija baranac. zayn malik. andy samberg. daveed diggs. lily collins. robert pattinson. tom holland. drew starkey. jasmine cephas jones. sabrina carpenter. calum hood. madelyn cline. amandlal stenberg. pete davidson. evan mock. bridgette lundy-paine. kennedy claire walsh. andrew garfield. anthony ramos. chase stokes. madison bailey.

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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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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sillyteecup · 3 years

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Imagine not having a Daveed series🙂

I'm just saying🙂

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kumkaniudaku · 3 years

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Simple Syrup

You asked for Daveed smut and I tried to deliver. At least this one time. Enjoy!

Warning: Sexual Content. 18+.

Daveed Diggs x Black!OC (Olivia Jenkins)(Yes, the MC/ OC is black. Representation is important.)

"Yo, open up!" Heavy fists beat against the door of Olivia's downtown apartment, making her roll her eyes. "I know you can hear me, girl! It's your favorite pop-up roommate!"

"You've been evicted, Diggs!"

"I paid you rent, though!"

Turning the stove on low, Olivia shook her head as she wiped her hands on a dishtowel. Daveed always found a way to surprise her with his presence. He never texted before showing up at her door but frequently sported a backpack or suitcase full of clothes or Rafael for an extended stay. He and all his baggage were welcome anytime, with or without notice.

Stepping to the door, Olivia bit back a smile before responding. "I didn't receive any payments this month."

"I got it in my bag."

"Bag or bags?"

"Open the door to find out."

Daveed took a step back as the locks began to turn, waiting for Olivia's face to greet him with faux anger the way she did the last time he showed up out of nowhere and stayed for three weeks. Despite stopping by six months ago, it felt like a lifetime since he'd been in her company. Bi-weekly phone conversations weren't enough. He needed to be near Olivia while she watched whatever Housewives franchise had her attention for the month.

When the door opened to reveal the long hallway leading to her living area, Olivia stood with a hand on her hips and a grin on her face.

"Where is my money," she asked, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Just as she expected, he stood in the hallway with a suitcase that she knew cost a fortune to check at the airport and his worn Jansport full of junk and work.

Daveed laughed and bent to rifle through his backpack for a crumpled white envelope that he handed over with exaggerated purpose. "Here you go, Miss Jenkins. Sorry to be late on rent for, what, 8 months? I hope this is enough."

"Boy, you didn't really need to pay me. You're not on the lease."

"Good," he answered as he pretended to wipe sweat from his brow. "Because those are just Chick Fil A coupons."

Olivia stood with her mouth open as Daveed brushed her to roll his luggage to the first bedroom on the right.

He listened to her insult his "stupid face" and instruct him to hurry up while he scanned the room he had called home more times than he could count. All of Daveed's belongings were in the same place, with almost unnoticeable shifts to show that Olivia had cleaned once or twice. His favorite throw blanket was folded at the edge of the bed with his initials elegantly embroidered in the corner. The air smelled of the vanilla candle she kept on the nightstand next to a framed photo of the crew enjoying a roller coaster at Six Flags. His favorite trinket, Olivia's homecoming crown from undergrad, sat next to a single gold medal from Daveed's days competing in track and field. To him, it symbolized their bond from the beginning. To her, it was probably just a space to hide old items.

"Daveed, get in here! I need you to cut!"

All at once, Daveed's sense of self returned to center him in reality. He quickly kicked off his shoes once he remembered Olivia's rules and started off toward the kitchen to answer the call for his help.

Even with the windows open, he could smell savory and sweet aromas combining for a smell that reminded him of the holidays. However, the calendar placed them square in the middle of an excruciatingly hot summer. He could see the open bottle of BBQ sauce on the center island next to a mixing bowl full of things he couldn't recognize but knew they would taste great. Bushels of greens sat in a pot on the stove, boiling amid smoked meat and seasonings to complement the food cooking in the oven. Daveed felt excitement take hold of his face and forced the apples of his cheeks up toward his eyes. Olivia looked up from her task at the cutting board and smirked.

"I thought you were vegan now."

"My business is my business, Liv. We talked about this last week."

"We also talked about you heading directly to Toronto after your job in Atlanta and, yet, here you are." She studied Daveed's face for answers but found nothing but a growing smile. "Come over here and cut up these strawberries while I sauce the ribs."

Daveed followed directions without complaint, lazily strolling to the island and nudging Olivia away. He'd been her help in the kitchen before to open pesky jars or stir while she tended to the more time-intensive parts of the meal. On more than one occasion, he had fucked up, and each time she invited him back into her safe space with open arms.

"How's Rafa and the family," Olivia asked with her back turned while she bent to take a peek into the oven.

Daveed kept his eyes on her backside for a moment too long before answering. "Rafa's good. Amy sends her love and says that you are more than welcome for Friendsgiving this year. She volunteered you for pies."

"You volunteered me for pies, Daveed," Olivia corrected, knowing how much her friend loved her desserts. "What about my babies? Is Santiago the best big brother to Emelia?"

"He's...trying. But he did send a gift for the lady with the bald head. His words, not mine."

Olivia ran a hand across her tapered fade and chuckled. "I feel like he heard Rafael say that."

"No, Rafa calls you Thick Mr. Clean."

"Yeah, because that's what you said when you were drunk on New Years," Olivia accused as she gestured toward the cabinet housing her wine glasses. Daveed nodded before answering.

"I said it with love!"

"Mhmm, I'm sure."

Together they watched half a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc be transferred into the separate glasses, waiting for the moment they could take a sip. The last time they shared a drink, they ran through two 12- packs of beer with Rafael and ended up dancing with street performers in Times Square. She hadn't been able to stomach the smell of a Budweiser since then and fully transitioned to fruity notes and sparkling Rosé with Daveed occasionally coming along for the ride.

Taking another long sip from his glass, Daveed leaned against the island counter to watch Olivia stir a mixture for skillet cornbread.

"What's got you so stressed?"

Olivia shrugged but didn't look away from the bowl. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"The last time you cooked like this, you were writing your dissertation. And the time before that, it was your mom."

The room fell quiet outside of the spoon, ricocheting off the sides of the mixing bowl. After several seconds, Olivia took a deep breath and looked up at Daveed.

"Daddy's getting remarried. Omari and I are his best-kids," she laughed. "I'm not stressed. Just a bit...sad, I guess?"

Daveed understood the issue without needing more context. Five years ago, he was the one sitting beside Olivia on the floor of her brother's home office after the news came that their mother had in the hospital. He was there for the saddest funeral he'd ever experienced and the months of reconciliation that the family struggled through on the way to some sense of normalcy. The idea that her father had found love again was heartwarming, but Daveed knew the occasion was bringing up old feelings.

"Wanna talk about it?"

She shrugged again and moved the skillet to the oven. "There's nothing to talk about. I said I'm fine. I wish she was here, ya know, but I know she isn't upset. She always told us to move on once she's gone. She sure as hell would."

Daveed chuckled at the idea of Mrs. Jenkin's moving on in the afterlife. "She was funny like that. I remember when she met me for the first time and kept calling me Devante."

"Yes," Olvia exclaimed, a spark of joy returning to her eyes. "She'd call me and be like, that boy Devante is smart! Ask him if he can put me in a movie one day!"

Olivia's voice warped to imitate her mother as best as possible before she burst into laughter with Daveed.

"One of the last things she said to me was that I need to make sure you keep having fun. She didn't want you to stop enjoying life on account of her."

"Yeah…" Daveed watched Olivia down the wine in her glass with her eyes closed, waiting for her to continue her thought. "Well, you're doing a good job. We could work on your definition of fun, but solid effort so far."

"How can I do better? I'm open to criticism."

Daveed kept his eyes on Olivia while he reached across her body to grab the wine bottle for the final drink. Her breath hitched while alcohol buzzed through her system, creating the perfect storm for sudden arousal. She fought her thoughts by shaking her head to recover.

"You can start by grabbing those strawberries and bringing them over to the stove."

"Don't skip the question." Daveed's smirk as he followed her to the other side of the counter made Oliva hot with embarrassment, but she kept a calm exterior. "Are you still having fun with me?"

"I always have fun with you, D, you know that. Who else is gonna play Bop It with me at 2 AM on a Wednesday? The question is, are you still having fun with me, superstar?"

"Don't start that. I come and stay at your house because I miss you, not because I can't find somewhere else to sleep. You're my person."

"For now," Olivia added as a rebuttal, ignoring the way her stomach flipped at hearing the way Daveed felt. "What happens when you get married? You're gonna have to go be a family man like Rafa. Then we'll only see each other on Friendsgiving and Christmas."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Hm." Olivia's short but skeptical laugh effectively ended the conversation. Still, Daveed had already made up his mind to return to the discussion later in the week. "So, how long are you here this time?"

Daveed used one of his large palms to push a few curls off his forehead in search of relief from the heat in the kitchen. "I was thinking a couple weeks. Three or four."

"That's longer than normal! I get to have my favorite guy here long enough to help me put wallpaper up in the guest bathroom?"

"Am I only muscle to you?"

"Of course, not," she answered with a sweet smile, making Daveed mirror her expression. "You're also a taste tester. Open up."

Before Daveed could object, Olivia swiped barbecue sauce across his bottom lip for his opinion. The tip of his tongue appeared to taste the tangy brown sauce, finding an explosion of flavor that reminded him how much he missed Olivia's cooking.

"What's the verdict," Olivia asked over her shoulder as she turned off the eye under her simple syrup mixture.

"Tangy and sweet. I'm not sure why you don't bottle this up for sale. My dad would love some."

"Meh, I like having it as a treat for the people I love. All my hobbies aren't for profit, my friend."

Daveed dramatically threw a hand across his chest and gasped. "Did Mean Ole Liv just imply that she loves me? I-I'm gobsmacked. Utterly shocked and eternally grateful."

"Diggs, you're pushing it," she laughed. "Come taste this syrup before I start on the lemonade."

From experience, Daveed knew what to expect. But he humored Olivia anyway if only to see pride light up her face when he told her how amazing the sweet mixture tasted. After washing his hands in the sink, he skimmed his middle and pointer fingers across the top of the syrup to pick up enough to coat his fingertips.

He eyed the liquid for a moment, watching it slowly trickle down the side of his long fingers while he thought of his next move. Olivia stood at the refrigerator with her back turned, humming a song from The Wiz. At the same time, she gathered ingredients for the beverage.

"Hey...hey, Liv." Daveed had already started to close the short gap between them and stood waiting for Olivia to respond to his call.

"Wha -" A sudden swipe of syrup across her bottom lip confused Olivia. "D, what is your problem?"

Stepping forward, Daveed took her chin in his to bring their lips inches apart. "Is it still cool if I taste?"

Olivia stared at Daveed without blinking, fighting her brain for a competent answer to his question. Instead, she nodded in a daze with her jaw slack. His fingers took gentle meandering paths across the peaks and valleys of her face before using his thumb to part her lips.

Daveed's first kiss was a tentative peck to test the waters. When he received no resistance, he pulled Olivia closer for full access to her mouth.

Neither of them expected to fall into the kiss so easily. Olivia didn't expect to melt into Daveed's body while he dictated the pace and intensity. Daveed didn't expect to feel an overwhelming desire to consume the one person that always felt so close but far away. He wanted to feel and taste every part of Olivia while he had the green light. She reveled in Daveed's attention, even if it was only for a moment.

Taking a step backward, Daveed used his knowledge of the kitchen to guide them back toward the stove. Their lips remained connected to taste the last bits of each other. Olivia was the first to break the lip lock and move her head upward, directing Daveed to choose a spot on her neck to explore.

The cold, sticky simple syrup came next, the thick glob landing on the center of her chest and sliding to her cleavage.

"I've thought about this a lot," Daveed spoke barely above a whisper as he used a finger to spread simple syrup across Olivia's chest. "Kinda wild to say, but I have."

"How long?"

"A year. Maybe two."

Olivia released a shaky gasp once Daveed's tongue began licking from the space between her breast to the base of her neck to catch the simple syrup. As quickly as it disappeared, he replaced the sugar mixture with another round at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He groaned as the tart strawberry flavor mixed with the sweetness of the sugar and Olivia's skin. She grasped the back of his head for stability, allowing her eyes to flutter closed for a few seconds.

"How does it turn out? In your thoughts, I mean?"

Daveed paused to kiss Olivia's lips again and run his hands down her back. "Doesn't matter. We're here now, and I can't think of anything outside of how good you taste drenched in strawberry sauce."

"Simple syrup," Olivia answered, smiling as she sneakily dipped her finger into the pot behind Daveed. "It's simple syrup, and I haven't gotten a taste yet. Open your mouth."

They kept their eyes on each other while Daveed opened his mouth, waiting for whatever came next. Olivia took her time to coat his tongue in syrup, imagining how it would feel to experience the concoction from his mouth.

There started the mad scramble to get closer, taste more and touch longer. Separate but equal desires to completely consume the other person had the pair maneuvering around the kitchen. They remained attached at the lips until they reached the solid wood breakfast table near the large casement window. Daveed was the first to remove clothing, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere behind him. A split-second decision had him rushing back to the stove to retrieve the syrup pot. He carefully placed it on the table while Olivia slid the straps of her summer dress down her arms to let the fabric pool at her waist. Daveed watched with a flirtatious smile, marveling at the expanse of her warm brown skin. Olivia returned the sentiment, letting her eyes rake over his broad chest and toned midsection.

One after the other, Daveed and Olivia added bits of syrup to different body parts to lick and suck the skin clean. A handful mistakenly dripped onto Olivia's thigh, and they watched the sticky liquid carry small chunks of strawberries to the inner portion of her leg.

Daveed regarded the sight with wonder before carefully dropping to one knee for a better look. He maintained eye contact with Olivia as he kissed his way to the sweetest spot, lingering in places that earned the most desirable response. The scratch of facial hair combined with his lips and tongue's soft, silkiness made Olivia keen for more. She could feel the blood rushing to pool at her inner thigh for a bruise that would leave evidence of a dream achieved. She smiled at the thought of seeing it when she was getting dressed and how her stomach might feel with butterflies from the memories.

Daveed mumbled praise after praise into the supple skin of Olivia's thigh before starting a journey back to her lips. When he returned, he slowly pushed the waistband of his sweats down his hips and legs.

"Oh," Olivia spoke, eyes wide while she fought the natural desire to let her gaze travel. "I...wow, okay. I feel like I'm violating you."

"I'm kind of asking you to," Daveed laughed as he stepped closer.

"This is so fucking weird. Are we really about to do this?"

"Only if you want. I mean, I want to, but we can stop whenever you say the word."

He was closer now, dropping kisses on her shoulders while he pressed their chests together to reduce the space between him.

Olivia's legs naturally hooked themselves around his waist at the same time that her arms circled his neck.

She leaned forward to speak against Daveed's lips with her eyes hooded in lust, "I want this."

Passion and the hint of strawberry coating their lips intensified the moment between Olivia and Daveed. He held her writhing hips steady while he stood on his toes to push forward. Simultaneous moans of pleasure rang out in the kitchen, surely gaining the attention of nearby neighbors.

Their hips bucked an even pace, repeatedly meeting to build tension in their bellies. Daveed felt the strain of each stroke in his thighs and calves but found the desire to fuck his friend on her kitchen table to override any other immediate discomfort.

"Are you a talker," Daveed asked randomly, making Olivia's eyes snap up from the action below her waist to focus her attention on him.

"What?"

"A talker. Do you like to talk during sex?" His question came between labored breaths and grunts holding a mixture of exertion and indescribable pleasure.

"Daveed, are you trying to have a conversation with me right now?"

"I mean, I like to - fuck - I...I like to talk sometimes. Is that cool?"

A high-pitched moan ripped through Olivia's throat before she could gather her senses to respond. "It's your c-call, Diggs. Just don't stop."

He followed directions without skipping a beat, digging into his strength to pick up speed when he sensed they could move to the next level. He peppered in filthy statements that stimulate Olivia's mind while driving into her with expert precision.

They held on to each other as they reached separate peaks with no regard for the climbing noise level.

"I wanna do this forever," Daveed whispered into Olivia's ear before nipping at the lobe.

"Not look into my eyes lovingly and write songs about me?"

Daveed chuckled and snapped his hips forward, earning a near-silent moan. "Can I use you calling me daddy on the hook?"

"You got a lot of work to do before that happens."

"I'll put in overtime."

Splaying his hand across Olivia's torso, Daveed pushed her to lay flat on the table before leaning to hover over her body. He used his waning energy to give her all the power in his hips, searching for a climax. When she thought she couldn't come anymore, Olivia felt her body jolt off the table once the pad of Daveed's thumb began rubbing tight circles on her clit. Daveed smiled at the reaction but felt it disappear as soon as his hips falter mid-stroke. He rushed to pull out of Olivia, fearing that if he stayed inside for a moment longer, he would expedite his journey to fatherhood.

Olivia helped his cause by curling her fingers around his length and joining his pumping effort while she propped her body up on her elbow. He came with a choppy moan and heavy breathing on her belly, his chest rising and falling rapidly in time with the stove's timer beeping for attention.

Both Olivia and Daveed dissolved into laughter.

"Please, don't let this dry on me. It's sexy now but a pain to get off later."

Daveed's laughter climbed to hysterics at Olivia's mention of the mess on her stomach before reaching across the table to grab napkins out of the centerpiece component.

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly as he helped wipe her clean. "Condoms next time?"

"Or my mouth."

Daveed stood shocked for a split second while Olivia worked to readjust her clothing and hurry to the stove. He followed her lead and pulled up his sweats before clearing the syrup pot and grabbing wipes to disinfect the surface.

The room was silent while they arranged hot dishes on the counter and privately grappled with having sex for the first time. A sense of "now what" hung in the air, which made Daveed more and more uncomfortable.

After plates were fixed, they chose opposite ends of the table to enjoy the meal.

"You know," Olivia started, laughing as she swallowed the last piece of cornbread on her plate. "That simple syrup recipe is my mom's. This whole meal was her favorite thing to cook, and I made it because I was really fuckin' sad and needed her nearby. Then you showed up."

Daveed's eyes snapped up from his plate. He wasn't sure what to say and remained silent in hopes that Olivia would elaborate.

"A couple weeks before she died, she told me that she would still be directing my love life from Heaven. She grabbed my hand and said, 'Dammit, Bean, I'm gone get you a man even if I gotta do it during bingo with the good Lord.'"

"You think she's up there winning the grand prize?"

Olivia shook her head. "I think she forfeited it to send you to me."

Her answer made Daveed still to watch Olivia's eyes meet his set from across the table. She reached a hand across the table with her palms facing upward, beckoning Daveed to place his palm in the center of hers.

"We have three weeks to figure this shit out," Daveed said, smiling before bringing Olivia's palm to rest on his cheek.

She looked at him for a minute to take in the way his eyes reflected the sun before using her head to gesture toward the pot still resting on the counter.

"And all night to finish off mama's recipe."

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saturnville · 3 years

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CHAPTER IV.

Sarai sat alone in one of the multiple chairs the cafe had with a cup of warm tea sat on her thighs. She had been taking kitten sips of the tea, which meant she wasted five dollars, but she wouldn’t complain. The heat that radiated off the cup kept her hands warm, as well as the fireplace adjacent her seat.

It was her first time coming to this specific cafe. Adya had been a handful of times, which is how she met her new...friend. And this friend of hers was why she was sitting in a chair nursing a cup of tea when she planned to watch Hamilton and snuggle into her fuzziest blankets.

Unfortunately, Katya had to prepare for an exam, so she had to take a raincheck, meaning Sarai would have been the third wheel. It didn’t bother her too much simply because she rather her friend be comfortable while getting to know this new person. She’d gladly be there in case anything went left.

Sarai lifted the black ceramic cup to her lips and took a hearty sip. She jumped just slightly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. When she looked up, she saw Adya and her new guy entering the little vicinity she was in.

“Rai, this is Dante. Dante, Sarai.”

Dante was just as handsome as Adya described. He had beautiful skin that was toasted by the sun. He had freckles across his T zoned, a button nose, and full lips. He kept himself pulled together nicely. His hair, eyebrows, and facial hair were groomed perfectly. He was cute, he complimented the beauty Adya held gracefully.

Sarai smiled and lowered her cup from her lips. “Nice to meet you, Dante.” They shook hands.

“You as well.”

Adya and Dante took a purchase on the couch across from her, which she was very content about. It gave her a bit more room on the couch.

“Is your friend on his way?” Adya asked before she sipped her drink--a caramel macchiato. It was her go to drink no matter where she went. Dante nodded.

“Friend?” Sarai cocked her head to the side. She didn’t know Adya was doing more than just conducting a little coffee date for them to get to know Dante.

Adya nodded sheepishly, hoping Sarai wouldn’t be too upset. She knew she should’ve asked her permission before telling Dante it was okay for his friend to tag along, but she was afraid she’d say no if she brought up another unknown person.

Sarai saw the look on Adya’s face and shook her head, dismissing the issue before it could be discussed. Instead, she knocked back another gulp of tea, which she almost choked on when she heard a familiar name.

“Adrian, what’s up, man?”

“Oh my,” Sarai whispered to herself as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She looked over the brim of her cup and made locked eyes with Adya, who looked confused. Luckily, Dante had stood to greet his friend. He then turned back to the ladies to introduce him.

“Ladies, this is--”

“Adrian,” Sarai said quietly, but loud enough for Dante and Adya to hear. Adrian met Sarai’s eyes momentarily, and his lips parted slightly in shock. She waved awkwardly.

“Sarai, hi.”

Dante glanced at the two and asked, “You know one another?”

Adrian cleared his throat and nodded. He stuck his hands into the pockets of his fitted dress pants. “Ran into each other at the hospital the other day. Literally.”

Sarai chuckled gracelessly and rubbed her arm. “It’s nice seeing you.” Luckily, her politeness easily disguised the nervousness that bubbled within the pits of her stomach. She couldn’t believe it.

“You too.”

Adya’s eyes widened and her jaw fell slack. She shifted her eyes from Sarai to Adrian. Then, her lips curled into a smirk as she mouthed, “he’s cute.” Sarai fought with all her might to not roll her eyes.

Adrian, not wanting to drink any kind of caffeine that would prevent him from being able to fall asleep, decided to sip from the water bottle he brought in. He took a seat next to Sarai, with her permission, of course, and she felt her heart rate increase tremendously. How could she not when he made eye contact with her whenever she said a word or two, or whenever his knee brushed against her thigh. She hardly knew the man and he was already giving her heart problems.

Sarai brushed her hair over her shoulder and leaned over to set her cup against the table. She then politely excused herself and rushed towards the bathroom. Adya noticed her frantic movements and followed behind her, leaving Dante and Adrian to discuss whatever topic was on their mind for the given moment.

“So, that’s the doctor you were talking about?” Adya asked as soon as they stepped into the bathroom.

Sarai nodded and placed her hands on her head. “Yes! God, if I’d known he was gonna be here I definitely would’ve stayed home. I don’t have good experiences with men, especially men like him! Look at him!”

“Why are you freaking out so much, Sarai? You were just fine out there. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but please, calm down,” Adya said caressing Sarai’s sweater clad arms. Sarai was easily flustered by what other people would describe as “something small,” and it was one of the many things she disliked about herself. She took time to work on it every day but it seemed that it only did so much.

“Because I totally embarrassed myself last time we saw one another. I rather not be reminded of that now that he decided to sit next to me!”

“I doubt he’s dwelled on it as much as you have. Just take a few breaths, sit next to him, and talk to him. Maybe you guys will get along really well, Rai. Even if it doesn't bloom into something extravagant, maybe you can get a new friend?”

Sarai’s shoulders fell just slightly and she took in a deep breath. She nodded while adjusting her sweater and fixing her hair a bit. “Okay.”

The pair exited the bathroom as swiftly as they entered. When they returned to their previous seats, Dante and Adrian were engaged in a new conversation. It was obvious Dante had said something that was hilarious for a large smile spread across Adrian’s lips and his hearty laugh filled Sarai’s ears.

“So, Adrian,” Adya said smoothly as she slid back into her place as if she and Sarai hadn’t been gone. “You in school or anything? Got a job? Any big goals you wanna accomplish?”

Adrian nodded his head subtly and rested his back against the couch. “I am, actually. Last year in residency. Studying pediatric neurology.”

Sarai turned her head towards him and tilted her head to the side. She only knew the surface of pediatric neurology, but she figured it was an area of study that was complicated. She didn’t expect such an answer.

“Why pediatric neurology?” Sarai asked softly, her tone gentle. Adrian’s green eyes cut to hers, and he pursed his lips a bit.

“I lost a friend to epilepsy a number of years ago. My whole profession is dedicated to him.”

A heaviness filled the area and it almost made Sarai regret asking the question. She whispered her apology then faced forward once more. Adrian brushed it off, seeing that it was a genuine question. But it made him wonder, what, or who made her feel that she was in the wrong for the smallest things?

Just like the hospital, she apologized over and over again for a simple accident and was flustered to the high heavens. He glanced at her one more time, then turned to Adya who asked him about his medical school journey.

Maybe Sarai wasn’t interested in him at all.

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