Here it is! Day 1 of my new Writing Challenge. I promise Iâm going to finish this one. I turn 30 this month and wanted to celebrate with this writing challenge. Weâre gonna kick things off with Daveed Diggs, of course.
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader
Day 1: Voyeurism
Rating: M 18+ strong language, suggestive themes, Voyeurism kink, Daveedâs being a peeping Tom, alcohol usage.
Word Count: 686
Dividers: Me
Daveed sighed as he reclined on the one of the pool chairs that lined the large pool. One week vacation in the Bahamas. All inclusive adult only resort. He just finished recording a clipping album and as usual, he takes a vacation to reset. This trip couldnât come at a more perfect time as he just ended a five year relationship and all of his friends told him he needed to go away and clear his head.
He took a long swig of his cocktail, the warm island breeze dancing along his skin. He looked around the pool area, there wasnât many people out, it was still kind of early in the morning. Then the sound of someone jumping into the pool grabbed his attention.
He saw you swimming gracefully across the pool. Your dark skin glistening in the sunlight, boho braids draping down your back. Good thing he was wearing sunglasses, he didnât want to seem like a creep. He told himself to look away. He didnât.
You decided to come for a morning swim, something you typically do when on vacation. You donât mind the large crowds, but you prefer to swim alone before it gets crowded. You saw the man sitting on the lounger before he noticed you. Â You purposely swam by him, to get him to see you. Even with the sunglasses, you could see his head following you. You stopped in the middle of the pool.
You tilted your head back letting your gaze linger on him before swimming to the poolâs edge. Lifting yourself out of the water the water dripped down your body.
Daveed adjusted himself in his seat now wishing he brought his towel to cover himself. You sauntered to the outdoor shower knowing the mystery man was watching your every step. The contrast of the bright orange bikini complementing your skin.
âDamn.â Daveed muttered when his eyes looked down at your ass. He leaned forward slightly when you turned on the shower brushing your braids to one side letting the cold stream hit your skin.
You smirked when an idea came to you. You reached for the tie on your bikini toying with the string. You glanced back over your shoulder. He was already looking at you not that he ever stopped.
âSo thatâs the game we playinâ?â Daveed said to himself
Daveed raised his drink in your direction before finishing it. You sent a flirtatious smile back as you untied the string. What he did next made your heart skip a beat he took of glasses. Not hurriedly or eagerly, but measured. He wanted you to see that.
Your fingers pause for just a secondâlike youâre giving him time to realize what youâre doing. Or maybe giving yourself time to decide if youâre really about to do this.
The second string follows.
You undid the other string letting your bikini bottom drop onto the ground bearing your lower half to him. Feeling bolder you ran your hands over your ass kneading and letting your nails drag along your flesh. Your breath catches slightly as you got reacquainted with your body. You locked eyes with him again and he was watching. Still. Focused.
Daveedâs jaw tightened and like his grip on his glass. He adjusted himself as he battled with staying in his seat or walking over to you.
âFuck it.â
Daveed stood and started making his way to this mystery woman that has captivated him the moment she dipped into the pool.
Wanting to stay in control of whatever you and your admirer had going on. You grabbed your robe and covered yourself. Daveed stopped in his track, smirking.
So thatâs what we doinâ. He thought to himself.
You offered a wave before leaving to go back to your room. Youâre not sure what youâre getting yourself into but you hoped youâd run into your admirer again.
Daveed watched you leave until you were out of sight. He let out a long breath as he sat back down, running a hand over his face.
YeahâŚhe wasnât here to clear his head anymore.
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Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)
If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! đ
Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! đŤśđť
astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material
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âAnd where the hell have you been?â Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. ââS late. A woman like you shouldnât be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.â
Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. âOh, please. I donât think Iâve left the White House in the last 72 hours; Iâm not exactly looking for trouble.â
âSo whyâve you been out all night, hm?â He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. âWhoâve you been with all this time, sugar?â
âThat Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,â she said dryly. âThis is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like Iâm their young prospect rather than a peer in government whoâs here as my job.â
âTheyâre all goddamn relics; donât let âem get to you,â Thomas said. âTheyâre dinosaurs, and theyâre gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.â
âAt this rate, theyâll also be running entire countries when theyâre on life support,â Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.
ââN theyâre still gonna be tryinâ to hit on you when theyâre hauling oxygen tanks around here behind âem.â He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. ââM sorry you donât get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."
"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."
"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."
"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."
"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.
"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.
"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."
"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.
"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."
Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.
"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.
"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."
"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."
"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.
"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."
"Is your whole list made up of men?â
ââCourse.â His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didnât waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. âYou already know youâre the only woman I got eyes for.â
âYouâre so corny,â she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."
"Now, we certainly can't have that."
"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."
"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."
"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"
"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."
"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."
"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."
"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."
"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.
He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.
"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."
"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.
"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."
"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.
"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."
[ note ;; this masterlist includes a REAL PERSON and the characters they're acting as, at the end of the day this is just a fan writing fake scenarios about them.]
[ all of these are in order on when i wrote them ]
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Ten Rounds series d. diggs.
part i.
What happens if rafael invited forced daveed to come with him to a concert of a well known singer, and he becomes enamoured with her?
A Courtship on The Court series t. jefferson.
part i.
work in progress.
Imperial Intrigue series t. jefferson ( & m. lafayette )
part i.
work in progress.
Imperial Intrigue series m. lafayette ( & t. jefferson )
Prompt: On the way to a friendâs house, during a blizzard, you end up stuck in a cabin with Daveedâs familyâŚor as I like to call it Rose doesnât know how to finish her other projects, so she wrote something else.
You refused to leave your room for the remainder of the day. Jasmine and Rafa came by to get you to open the door, but you wouldnât budge. It felt like you couldnât move no matter how hard you tried. It was an uphill battle you refused to fight. How could your soulmate of all people make you feel this shitty? How could he be so careless?
You sat in the corner of the room, away from the bed where Daveed claimed you. The room wreaked of him and created its own form of torture, but you had no where else to turn.Â
Daveed sat on the other side of the door, contemplating knocking the door over so he could hold you close and never let go. All Rafa could do was bring him dinner and wait for his next move. He wouldnât tell his best friend how bad he messed things up between the two of you. Daveedâs heart was in the right place, but his timing was awful.
âYou need a showerâ, Jasmine sneered as she grabbed the bowl from the floor
Daveed didnât respond.
âShe can probably smell your stench through the doorâ
It was enough to catch Daveedâs attention. He knew if you decided to finally come out, he didnât want you seeing him in this condition. Yes, he was an absolute wreck, but that didnât mean he couldnât shower.
âIâll talk to her, but I canât promise you anything for being an assâ
He quietly thanked Jasmine as he got up.Â
â(Y/N), Iâm coming inâ
Jasmine stepped in the quiet room. You were sitting on the floor with your knees pressed to your chest. You never looked or felt so small. She sat next to you as you tried to steady your breathing.
âHeâs not at the door anymore. I sent him awayâ
âGoodâ, you sighed, âI donât want to see him againâ
âWell what happened?â
Jasmine took in your quietness and convinced you to leave the house, away from all the alphasâŚand Rafa. They were desperate to figure out what happened between the new, happy couple. Jasmine held your hand tight as you distanced yourself from the house and away from your soulmate.
âWe ran into Benji yesterdayâ, you started, âHe said that Daveed only marked me to keep him from getting to me. The same day Daveed ran into Benji was the same day Daveed marked me. It doesnât feel like a coincidenceâ
âHow do you feel?â
âI feel stupid for letting him inâ
âYouâre not stupid. You opened up to someone you trusted and they made a bad decisionâŚa really bad decision. I donât think Daveed was trying to be malicious. He was just being--â
âA stupid alphaâ
âWell yeahâ, she laughed, âWe can be really stupid when our mates are involved, but that doesnât change anything. What do you need?â
You thought the question over. There were so many things you needed in that moment, it was difficult keeping track of them all.
âI need space, some time for me to think things over, I want to punch something, I want someone to hold me, and I want people to stop trying to figure out what happened. Weâll talk about it when weâre readyâ
Jasmine pulled you in and held you tight, âIâm sorryâ
âItâs not your fault. Not all alphas are stupidâ
âIâll take itâ
The air grew tense in a matter of moments. The same familiar stench you were accustomed to filled your nostrils. Jasmine sensed it too and pulled you behind her. You both stopped to talk right where the forest began. There was enough space between you and Daveed.
âDo you think Iâm a stupid alpha?â
Jasmine was always used to keeping a calm, collected demeanor, but Benjiâs presence always pushed her buttons.
âSoooooooo, how are things with you and your precious alpha? I was only trying to help darlingâ
You held on to Jasmineâs arm as you took a deep breath. Benji waited with a sickening smirk on his face. He wanted to see how uncomfortable you were now that he attempted to come between you and your soulmate. You were so tired of his constant meddling. You were never going to be his. You would rather die.
Without saying a word, you launched a rock with as much strength you could muster. It didnât take much, given much you truly hated him. Your quickness surprised all three of you. The rock connected with Benjiâs eye, ensuring a black eye in its wake.
Benji screamed as he took a step back, holding his eye and grimacing.
âNice shotâ, Jas smiled as she stepped back, as much as she wanted to knock him out, she wouldnât risk putting you in danger. Benji was too unpredictable.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â, he yelled, âI told your family-
Benji was taken aback as he took in your laughter. You had the nerve to laugh at him and it made his blood boil.
âThe moment you became more trouble than you were worth, I would take things into my own handsâŚand here we areâ
Benji took a step past the woods and walked onto Daveedâs territory. Jasmine growled as her eyes glowed.
â(Y/N) runâ
By the time you turned to run, Daveed jumped in front of you on all fours. The look in your eyes told you to keep running and donât stop until you made it to the house. Once you reached the door, Oak, Rafa, and the rest of the alphas were already running out the door. Anthony tried to pull you inside, but you couldnât move until you knew Daveed and your pack were okay.
The entire pack formed a line in front of Benji, daring him to take a step forward. Benji knew he was outnumbered. You didnât think he would be dumb enough to challenge a pack of alphas and yet he proved you wrong. He charged at Daveed with full force, knocking him to the ground. Your heart stopped in your chest.
Get up. Please get up.
Benji tried to take a bite from his neck while he was down, but Daveed was quicker than you thought. He lunged for Benjiâs tail and pulled until he was at the edge of the woods. Benji writhed in pain as the rest of the pack surrounded him, preventing him from making a break for it. Daveedâs teeth sunk deeper into his tail and connected with the bone. With one final pull, Daveed was able to swing Benji by the tail past the edge of the woods with one spine tingling howl.Â
Benji limped with his tail between his legs back to where he came from. Daveed was the first to move towards the house. Just like your first night there, he stood on his hind legs to reach the porch. His big brown eyes looked sad as if he didnât know what to do next. You took a step forward and rubbed the bridge of his nose. You sealed the gentle touch with a kiss.Â
Daveed took a step back and by the time he reached the stairs, he was back to his human form. He didnât care that you didnât want to speak to him, he just needed to know that you were safe and Benji couldnât get to you.
âYou threw a rockâŚat his faceâ
âYou almost ripped his tail offâ, you smirked
He pulled you in for a hug, refusing to let you go.Â
summary: a rainy day on campus leads to desecrated poetry (based off the e.e. cummings poem)
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âsince feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of thingsâ
If youâre being honest with yourself, reading poetry in the rain makes you feel like the main character. It isnât a completely pleasurable feelingâthe water seeps into your bones in a way that will keep you cold for days. You find yourself shaking your hands free from water every few minutes and youâre certain the droplets of water are acting as magnified lenses on all the blemishes of your skin. But! You feel like the main character. Itâs worth it.
Thatâs where he finds you, sprawled across the lap of a fading statue in the rain, clutching a rain-soaked book in your hands. He doesnât hesitate to march over to where youâre perched to start verbally harassing you with phrases you canât understand at first. Maybe itâs the rain, maybe itâs his accent, you canât tell.
âWhat are you doing! You idiot!â He continues to call you names, some in French, but they all share the same meaning. His words are tinged with affection but he delivers them with urgency.
Just like that, heâs pulled you away from your statue and toward cover. You think itâs sweet that he cares about you, like this is something that a lover would do for their partner in a tragic novel. Perhaps you think this too loudly, because Lafayette fixes you with an intense look.
âIâm not in love with you, you know.â
You trudge through the water beside him and nod. âGood.â
Heâs quiet for a moment. He reaches toward you and tugs the book of poetry out of your hands. Itâs incredibly soggy and the cover is nearly falling off. Lafayette hardly gives it a second glance before tossing it toward a puddle a few feet away.
âWhat was that for?â Youâre not irritated, mostly curious.
âIâll buy you a new one.â He says. Looking back at the book, he seems to feel a pang of guilt for littering, and to assuage his conscience he quickly adds: âIâm sure someone will think it is romantic to find a book of poetry lost in the rain tomorrow morning.â
Youâre the kind of person who would find that romantic, so you donât argue with him. The rain beats heavily on the two of you while you continue walking along in silence. Now you realize heâs walking with direction; Lafayette is walking you toward your dorm building.
âItâs what people have been saying, thatâs all.â His comment comes out of the blue, and you blink at him a few times.
âHuh?â
âThat Iâm in love with you. Thatâs what people say.â
âOh. Okay.â
Heâs quiet for a little bit before he adds on: âAnd itâs not true.â
âI get it. I wouldnât want you to be, anyway.â If thatâs a lie, the both of you are already aware.
The rain lets up for a little bit to let a streetlight shine over the both of your faces. Neither of you take the opportunity to look at each other, hair matted down from the rain and skin soaked, you wouldnât want him to look at you right now anyway.
The back of his hand brushes the back of yours.
He wants to tell you youâre stupid for sitting out in the rain to read, but he wouldnât want you to think he cared too much for your well-being. Maybe heâs the stupid one for that, but if he was, he was already aware.
The two of you arrive at the steps to your dorm. Lafayetteâs feet are glue now, stuck to the ground as if there were some sort of invisible boundary that he canât cross (never mind that heâs crossed those steps to see you many times before).
It isnât until you move to take a step forward that his hand shoots out to grab your wrist. Itâs when you turn to look at him with puzzlement that he shouts it out loud enough for the entire university to hear.
âI love you!â
Your clothes feel too heavy to wear and the rain is too loud that youâre not certain it wasnât your imagination.
âWhat?â
He clears his throat this time to make sure you hear him right.
âI love you.â
In this moment, his heart reaches out to yours to confirm what you already know. What youâve always known.
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no one asked but hereâs a list of my favorite writers rn
- @angrythingstarlight
i know she sees me spam her blog w/ likes every other day đ +her biker/ mafia masterlist.. *chefs kiss*
- @ozarkthedog
has an amazing selection for all things cevans
- @balenciagabucky
her fics are super good but i def stay for the vibes, she just seems like such a fire ass person
- @fineanddandy
i donât know a lot of people that write for Taika but she has quite a few works for him and her frat boy chris fic is hands down my favorite series on here
- @no-droids
if youâre a star wars fan and you havenât heard of her youâre probably living under a rock. but her rough day series is a must read!!! a beautifully written piece of fiction
- @buckyhoney
even though she spoiled no way home for me her bucky fics are unmatched and she makes really cute moodboards to go with some of them
- @gagmebucky
sheâs been a favorite of mine for a while now, especially on my old blog. all around great, detailed fics
- @ramp-it-up
if youâre a hamilton stan def follow her immediately! her daveed fics >>>
thereâs def more but i wanted to keep it short, so if youâre looking for fanfics to read def look into these writers and their masterlist!!
Summary: You hated Daveed, but you loved what he did with his hands.
1Kinktober Kink: Hand kink
Word Count 1.4k
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, angst, intoxication, dirty talk, manual sex, cuming in a closet. Not Betaâd. All errors my own.
For more context read Definitely Not, and Definitely, Maybe
A/N: This is for the 5th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! đ§Ą
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.
Prev Part: Definitely, Maybe
Daveed pulled you back into the closet in your master bedroom, hand clamped around your mouth so you wouldnât yelp. His sandalwood smell was all up in your nostrils, along with the lavender hand soap in your bathroom.
âShhhhhhh. I just wanted to talk to you alone.â
Daveed held you against his chest, one hand on your mouth and the other at your waist, holding you to him.
You elbowed him and he released you. You turned around and stared him down. You could tell that he was lit.
âHow did you get into my closet, Diggs?â
It was your birthday, and since you were filming in your hometown of Atlanta, you invited the cast to your house to celebrate. The cast included Diggs, so you couldnât not invite him, even though you two didnât get along.
âYo! Itâs your birthday and allat, and I just wanted to make amends. Came in here for my jacket, used the head. You donât mind do ya? You look hella angry.â
He was talking with his hands, and if you liked anything about Daveed, it was his hands. You couldnât be mad at him, he was loose and so much less uptight like this. If only he was like this more oftenâŚ
âItâs fine, D.â You grabbed his hand. âGo on back out there andâŚ.â Daveed jerked his hand and brought you to him again.
âI like being close to you.â
Daveed put his hand around your throat. It wasnât menacing. You actually felt safe with his long fingers around you.
âYou like it too, I can feel your pulse. Itâs racing.â
The alcohol gave him the courage that he didnât have on set. Alcohol lowered his inhibitions and put away his shyness.
Your eyes glinted at him.
âCould that be because youâre choking me?â
You held in a chuckle. You werenât scared. Just the opposite in fact.
Daveed grinned, almost blinding you.
âYeah. Maybe. Have you dreamed about me choking you?â
He looked quizzically at you.
âBecause Iâve dreamed lots of dreams about you.â
You gulped and Daveed grinned again.
âWhat are you trying to do? What if I scream? That wouldnât be a good look.â
You two heard the music and laughter from the living room, kitchen area. The party was lit.
âThen try not to scream.â
Daveed put another hand on your back, bending you to him as he slid his hand down your throat to your collarbone. You felt his his thickness through his jeans. This was new.
You smiled at him.
âSo itâs true. You want me too?â
Daveedâs long finger traced your face from your forehead to your chin and back up to your lips. It rested there and you opened your mouth, took it in, and bit it.
Daveed drew back and stuck it in his own mouth, laughing. Those lips were everything.
âI knew you were a wildcat. Does that mean that you want me to unhand you, or that youâd like it rough?â
âLike what rough, Diggs? I never said I wanted you.â
You didnât make a move to get out of his grip. Your nipples were hard and your cunt was starting to drip.
âYouâre right, in fact, youâve screamed that you hated me all over the set, and on every location in the city. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.â
Daveed was at it again, now with his other hand, grabbing your dress from behind and inching it up. You didnât stop him. You were interested in where this was going.
âWhat does that mean?â
The way he was switching up from slang to Shakespeare was wild.
âWell, it means that the reason that you hate me is that I havenât made you cum yet.â
âWhat makes you think that I need you to do that?â
âOh, you donât, you have that magic bullet and the wand.â
You gasped as you realized that he rifled through your drawers.
âBut I think you want a real live human being whose initials are the triple DâŚ.â
Daveedâs hand was on your bare ass now. the fact that you chose to wear a thong either a blessing or a curse right now. He grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed, long fingers in your crease and discovering your wetness.
âDaveed Dumbass Diggs? I knew it.â
You laughed. You wanted to see where this went. You might regret it in the morning, but alcohol had you loose too.
That grin spread across his face again.
âYou know what my middle name is, girl. I know youâve googled me.â
He squeezed again.
âAnd youâre trying to distract me from the fact that you are dripping wet.â
Daveed dug your thong out of your ass and pulled it, causing it to go between your folds. You whimpered at the stimulation.
âYou like that? Yeah?â
You nodded, tired of fronting.
Daveedâs hand reached down and around your ass to find your clit and your wet hole. He fingered your cunt and your clit, his pinky ghosting over your puckered hole as well.
âDamn, youâre good with your hands,â you whispered as he finger fucked you to within an inch of your life.
He was lifting you off the ground with one hand in your crevices and one hand on your neck.
âI asked if you like that?â
Daveedâs voice was a little menacing and that made you wet. He leaned down and licked your neck. At the same time he shifted his hand around and went down the front of your panties, getting a better angle to fully manipulate your clit and pussy.
âFuck, Daveed, Fuck!â
Daveed watched you as your eyes glazed over and your eyes rolled back into your head. He drew his hand out of your panties, licked his fingers, and put them back in, flicking your clit with a mixture of your fluids and his saliva.
âYou wanna fuck? Oh. I donât know about that. Iâm gonna get you off right here though. Unless you want to beg for it?â
His voice was everything. You could listen to those deep melodies all night. But you would be damned if you begged him for anything.
Your beautiful eyes glinted at him. Thatâs what he loved about you. Your fire. He had to tamp it down a bit for you to realize what was going on between you. This was step one.
Daveed squeezed your neck and curled his long fingers at the same time, finding that magic spot inside you that made you almost scream.
He moved his hand from your neck to your mouth and that somehow was even sexier to you. You came on the heel of his hand, rocking back and forth on it, as you were practically sitting on it.
You allowed yourself some noise, knowing that his hand would muffle most of the sound. There was comfort and pleasure in that.
When you had come down from your high, Daveed set you down, fixed your panties, and straigtened your dress.
âForgot to tell you that you look nice tonight. I like your dress, your hair, your eyes.â
His eyes scanned your countenance and you felt seen.
Daveed leaned close and you closed your eyes, ready for the kiss. Instead he whispered in your ear.
âAll you gotta do is ask for what you want. Happy Birthday.â
You rocked back on your heels as Daveed moved past you out of the closet. You opened your eyes.
âYouâll be waiting a long time, Daveed. âCause I fucking hate you!â
You yelled it at his back as he exited your room, not caring if anyone heard. They would all think it was just another Tuesday.
You would never ask Daveed Diggs for anything but your check. Definitely nothing else.
âShit,â you said to yourself as you rejoined your guests at the party.
Daveed had you fucked up. And in less than 10 minutes.
You watched him drink his drink and then lick his fingers, ostensibly of liquor, but you knew that he was licking you off of them. Your pussy pulsed again. And he looked at you like he knew that.
You stared at him staring at you from across the room.
Maybe he could be of service to you on your birthday instead of your wand.
