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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 13

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

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

“As” x Stevie Wonder

Word Count: 5.7 K

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

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

“I…….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so pissed at you,” you breathed.

Oh, well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daveed realized that you were just nervous.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

“We should really get back out there.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She picked up immediately.

“Linden? Happy Birthday, Baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, mom, he’s here,” you sighed.

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

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

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

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

“Mama…. I’m sorry. I…”

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

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

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

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

“Bye, Lindy.”

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

“You okay, cousin?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay here.”

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

Oh no-

Daveed looked at you as the crew gathered around.

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

You breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jasmine was first up.

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

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

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

Anthony sang next.

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

Ant handed Rafael the mic next.

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

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

Daveed had the bridge:

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

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

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

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

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

“YOU’RE SO LOUD! BE QUIET! SHHHHHHH!”

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

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

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

“Are you going to flog me, General?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daveed smiled his shy smile again, embarrassed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ya girl is wasted.”

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

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

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

“Oh shit, Diggs.”

Daveed looked at him.

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

“Happy for you, man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey.” Daveed smiled at you.

“Hey yourself.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit.”

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

“You good? How’s that feel?”

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

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

“Yeah!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where do you want it Linden?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Looks like we both need a shower now…”

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

“Damn, I Love you girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daveed made eye contact with Craig who laughed at him.

“Sounds dope.” He was very relieved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Done.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bye.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Daddy.”

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Fresh Squeeze 12

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18 + ONLY, RPF, cursing, SMUT with a bit of plot, Daddy kink, creampie/breeding kink, oral sex (m/f receiving), light BDSM.

Word Count: 5.8 K

Plot: Time for Lindy to get exactly what she wants for her birthday, and Daveed is more happy to oblige, the little freaks. This is nasty, y’all.

Previous Chapter

Daveed woke up next to you. You were asleep on your stomach, facing him, curls everywhere, and a little smile on your face. The covers were kicked off and you were lying face down your fist clenched under your chin.

He looked at you and found out that he was in for it. You were fuckin’ adorable.

He lay there on his back, smiling at your sleeping face and reached out and grasped a curl, playing with it for a minute. He smiled wider.

You really said you loved him last night.

When you started to wake up, you opened your eyes, looked at him confusedly for a few seconds, then smiled back at him.

His heart fluttered and started to beat faster. He wondered if that would ever stop.

—-

When you woke up and saw that Daveed was there, you knew there was something you should remember. When you did, you didn't want to ruin it.

"Before you speak, don't move, 'cause I don't wanna wake up."

You kept your voice low, not wanting to destroy the vibe. Your eyes scanned down his torso, along his abs and down to where the covers were partially covering up his happy trail. You grinned and looked back up at him.

“See something you want?”

Daveed was taking note of everything. What turned you on, how to treat your body, how best to give you pleasure. He wanted to understand the assignment.

You grunted softly in your throat, which you covered up by saying, “Ummmmhmmmm.”

You reached out and raked your fingers up his hand to his bicep to his shoulders, collarbone, pecs, and abs to his happy trail. The hunger in your eyes was unmistakable.

“I see.” Daveed’s morning voice was everything. He smirked at you and you looked at each other for a long time.

"Excuse me. Um, I love you."

"I love you, too, Baby Girl.”

Daveed brought his hand up to caress your cheek and moved down to your throat, lightly grasping it to bring you to his own luscious lips.

His grazed yours, then he peppered light kisses down your neck, stopping at your spot, which he’d found quickly after he noticed the goosebumps pebbling up on your skin and your hardened nipples as he brushed the side of your breast.

He drew back, breathless with emotion and excitement as you lay next to him moaning and squirming so quickly. He loved how responsive you were to him.

“Is this real?" You couldn’t quite believe last night.

"The real deal Holyfield."

He slid his hand down his shirt and down to your hip, stopping at the hem, teasing you with the pads of his fingers on your thigh. Then he stopped, arching his eyebrow and turning on his side, closing one eye sleepily.

"So I’m ‘Daddy’ now?"

“Daveed!” You were antsy and petulant. And a little embarrassed that had come out of your mouth. “I was under the influence of lust, I didn’t know what I was saying.”

You flushed at the thought of calling Daveed ‘Daddy.’ He probably thought you were more than just a little needy, calling him that in the heat of passion.

‘Sir’ was a more formal boundary into kink, one that felt more controlled. Daddy was… well more vulnerable.

Daveed looked at you fully again. He could see the beginnings of your panic, and he wanted to put you at ease.

He’d never encouraged anyone to call him that, but from you, the word took his desire to an entirely different level. But he didn’t want to be too obvious.

If you didn’t want to do it, that was cool too.

“Oh.” He licked his lips. “That’s a shame.” He flexed his arm and put it under his head to distract you.

Oh shit, you thought. You opened and closed your mouth, kind of like a fish. Daveed wanted to be Daddy? You looked him up and down.

“Well, damn, Daddy. I'll call you anything you want to hear after last night."

You smiled at him, eyes sparkling, and you put your hand under your head.

Daveed reached out, grabbed your hand and pulled you into the crook of his arm. He took your hand and held it. "I just wanna hear you say those three words again."

You stopped smiling and searched his eyes. You looked at Daveed and knew you'd made the right choice.

"I love you Daveed."

He grinned and puffed out his chest. He brought your hand to his mouth, kissed it, then shifted to lean up and kiss all the way up your arm, up your shoulder and down your back, shifting to kneel behind you, straddling your legs.

You knew what was up. And it gave you the shivers.

"Daveeeeeed. I don’t knowwww. I’m kind of sore."

That first night with him had almost broken your box. But the ache was a pleasurable reminder of a great time.

He didn't stop, but went down and kissed your cheeks. "Just let me kiss where it hurts so it will feel better."

Daveed grabbed and kneaded your ass, using his thumbs to gently invade the space in between your legs.

"Oh... Daddy!" You couldn't help but arch your back and raise your ass to meet his fingers. You wanted him to fill you up again.

"That's right, arch it for me Baby Girl." He spread you out and watched you glisten for him.

“I’ve never been obsessed with how a pussy looked before. Damn, girl.” He gently kissed your lower lips.

"Oooohhhh," you breathed.

Daveed stopped. "Does that hurt?" The last thing he wanted to do was to force himself on you.

"Nnnnnnnhhhhh. Feels kinda goodddd." You moaned softly, wiggling in his grip.

Daveed did it again, and gently used his tongue this time. He licked a soft stripe up your folds and barely invaded your cunt, causing you to moan.

"Ooooooh." That sounded like pleasure, but he had to make sure.

"What’s your word Baby Girl?"

"Isa-fucking- bella. Don’t stop. It's a little sore, but that feels so sweet." Daveed had you caught up.

Daveed grinned at it. "Tastes sweet, too."

Daveed ate you out from behind, gently at first, then took cues from you and reached his fingers around your thigh to manipulate your clit as he dove deeper inside you with his tongue.

The more insistent you became, the more determined he came to be. He lapped at your folds, thrusting his tongue inside you as far as it could go, then sliding it down to your clit, where he sucked you into another world.

Your hands reached out and gripped the sheets, trying to find something to hold on to while under his assault. He very gently grazed your clit with his teeth, making you yelp and squirm under him.

Daveed took advantage of the brief pause to get you in position. “Up on your knees. Time for your first present.”

“Your first present to me was your love.” You were almost afraid of what he was going to do. Almost.

Daveed was kneeling behind you now, massaging and pulling apart. He chuckled.

“Aww, that’s cute Baby Girl. But you’ve had that for a while.” He smiled at the most hidden part of you. “Nah, your first present is that I’m gonna eat these groceries.”

“Whattttoooohhhhh!”

Your surprise turned into something else as Daveed dove in, expertly making your brain turn to mush. He clearly knew what he was doing as he made you come apart in minutes with his hands and tongue in forbidden places.

As you writhed under his mouth, inching away from your impending explosion, Daveed looked up, grabbed his shirt with both hands and growled, “Don’t fucking run Linden.”

He jerked the fabric and pulled you back onto his face.

Being this intimate with you just drove him up the wall. With you Daveed constantly wanted more, so he took his time and feasted on you until you came, tongue fucking you through your orgasm, lapping up all your juices and doing it again.

You were begging for mercy by the time he was through.

“Please! Sir… I can’t!”

Daveed slapped your ass after you came the second time and wiped his mouth with his hand. You tried not to hide your face, because a giant smile was plastered on it. He couldn’t know how much he had you addicted.

"I love doing that." He leaned back and grinned, feeling euphoric.

You laughed.

"I can tell."

"Making you feel good is the shit.”

You were grinning at him when you saw something move out of the corner of your eye causing you to glance down.

You saw that his dick was at attention and that he was rubbing the fat, wet tip that was peeking out of his pajama pants.

"And I think it's time to take care of you, Sir."

“I didn’t know if you would want to have do that on your birthday.”

You rose up on your knees and pulled him out of his clothes, running your thumb over his leaking tip and caressing his balls. You were giddy about the fact that you’d done this to him.

“Have to do it? Oh no Sir. I get to do it. I love this dick.”

“You wanted the cake? I want the icing. All over me…”

You raised your thumb to your mouth and sucked his syrup-like precum off of it, while Daveed watched you with half-closed lids.

“Damn, Baby Girl.”

He had to stop talking to keep from panting. You were so fucking hot sitting on your knees in his shirt, sucking him off you. ”It’s like that today?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t start it, Daveed. You ate the booty real good. Nasty is the baseline.”

Daveed fought to keep from squealing as you rose up on your knees, spit on it, and started to stroke him off. You had him fucking slipping. And he loved it.

You smiled, feeling your full power over him.

Knowing that Daveed loved you made you feel free to be submissive, dominant, sweet, nasty, adventurous, and maybe even Baby Girl to his Daddy. You could do it all.

He trailed his hand up your thigh again.

“Aht-aht. It’s my birthday, let me work here.”

You moved out of his reach, still sensitive. Daveed allowed it. But only because it was, in fact, your birthday.

“Take ‘em off, please, and sit on the edge of the bed. Please?.” You looked up at you with those eyes. “I want to get on my knees for you, Sir.”

You took off his shirt and began putting your hair up so that he could plainly see what you were about to do to him.

“Your birthday wish is my command.”

In seconds, you were where you wanted to be, kneeling in front of Daveed and handling that pretty dick.

His firm brown warmth was against your lips and tongue while Daveed’s hand was on your head, alternating holding you down to gag around him and gently massaging your scalp as you stroked him off.

It was sloppy, just like he liked it, and the eye contact you were giving him was making him feel like you were looking into his soul and reading him for the filthy man that he was.

“That’s that shit Lindy, but you’re making a mess. I should spank you later, Hunh? For being a bad girl?” It wouldn’t normally be a question, but he was testing the limits.

You smiled and nodded around him, because you happened to be unable to speak at the moment.

When he let you catch your breath, you said, “Yes, Daddy. I need my birthday licks. I have a feeling I might be bad all day.”

Daveed groaned because you were getting him even harder. He was sprung. And he wanted nothing more than to fulfill any and all of your birthday wishes.

You lowered your eyes and went back to work, sending your power and control. He cooed praises and threats as you worked. You were in heaven.

“That’s it, Baby Girl. Get it. I’m gonna tear you up. Maybe I should take that ass today too.”

His words worked you into a frenzy. You brought him to the brink much sooner than he wanted because you were just that skilled.

“Gotdamn, Linden,” he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. “Ffffuck!” He felt about to burst.

He took over the stroke and started jacking himself off. You held your mouth open while you palmed your breasts and rolled your nipples.

“Give me that cum, Daddy.”

You pinched your nipples between your fingers and looked him in the eye; everything about you at that moment triggered a lewd moan and release from Daveed.

‘Ughhhhhh, shit, Lindy.”

His balls tightened and he started to spurt warm ropes of spend toward you, curling his toes because you looked so fucking hot and keeping his eyes open to witness this seemed to make it last forever.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” you said as you opened wide for him, sticking out your tongue.

He managed to get some of it in your mouth. When he was finished, you swallowed and smiled. He ran his fingers down your face, neck, and breasts, gathering his seed. He placed them in your mouth.

You smiled around them and happily took what he gave you, licking, sucking, and giggling.

“Damn. You are the headmaster, Linden, I mean, damn.”

Daveed was completely ruined. He was literally shaking. He got himself together, stood up and stretched, looking down at you. You were fucking perfect.

He watched you playing in his cum and looking up at him innocently, licking him off your fingers. His cock twitched. Fuck, with you he was always ready. He felt 19 again.

You noticed him stiffening again and smiled around your own fingers. You felt like it was your world. And it was.

“When are you gonna cum inside me, Daddy? Want this creamy goodness in my holes.” You were pouting and smearing his cum around your nipple.

You watched his cock rise again at what you were saying and doing. You felt triumphant. You smirked up at him.

“Stand up.”

Daveed grabbed you by the neck and helped you to your feet. Your wetness dripped down your thighs.

“You really want this today Lindy?”

You smiled at him. “Yes, Sir.”

“I love this fucking neck. I can wrap my entire hand around it and mark it up good for everyone to see. Fuck, it makes me mad how hot you are.”

He squeezed again, making you giddy, then let you go, tugging you into the bathroom by your hand.

“Let me give you this birthday icing where you requested it.”

Daveed turned on the shower and got started, bending you over the vanity as he waited for the water to warm up.

He tugged your hair, making you look at him in the mirror. He chuckled, “You know the drill.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open as he slapped your ass and plunged inside you, the deliciousness of the stretch made possible by your slick. Your walls kissed and hugged every ridge on his dick.

“Damn, this shit was made for me, Linden.” He watched your cunt try to suck his cock back in every time he pulled back, then back up at you in the mirror. It made him grunt.

“Nhnnnh. Can I have it anytime I want?”

Your mouth was open to help you breathe, so you nodded and managed to get out a breathy, “Yes, Sir.”

The look on your face told him you were down.

“Good answer. I’ll give you this dick anytime you need it.”

He slapped your ass again and pulled your hips so you were standing on tiptoe, a better angle so his tall ass could dig even deeper.

“Oh, Daddy, oh fuck!” You didn’t know what to call him, you were switching back and forth, but you were just riding the feels. Daveed didn’t care, you would lay some ground rules later, today was your day.

He was rough, hips pumping quickly and deep, because he knew that’s what you wanted. He slapped each cheek a couple of times, causing you to get even wetter.

When he snaked his long arm around you and his fingers found your clit, you were done, cumming and gushing all around him as he pumped you through your orgasm, seeking his own.

“Sssshhhhhiiiiitttt!”

Daveed came inside you, and you could swear you could feel the dense ropes of spunk against your cervix. You spasmed again as Daveed collapsed on your back. His weight was welcoming and grounding as you came back to earth.

He gingerly pulled out of you and looked down. Something about watching his drip made him start to swell again.

He thought that if you could get pregnant, you would be by now. He surprised himself by the thought and by the fact that the thought made him fully hard again. Damn.

“Time to get clean, dirty girl.”

You laughed as Daveed tugged you in the shower, where Daveed got more cake and you more icing.

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It was 1 pm by the time you and Daveed met the others in the great room for your birthday brunch.

You had reluctantly separated to get dressed because D’s clothes were in his room, and when you saw each other, you both smiled at your choice of attire.

Daveed was in an Oakland tank top and shorts, his hair out of the braids, fully moisturized and glowing, with his glasses on. His ripped body was on full display, along with the scratch marks on his biceps and forearms that you’d put there. That shit turned you on.

He caught your look, and although he was talking and grinning shyly, acting like a low key regular guy, you saw a peek of the sex demon from an hour ago.

Daveed watched you shake your head at him, and he knew that you knew what was up. He was just trying to give you what you wanted for your birthday. But you, on the other hand, were not being fair.

You were wearing a yellow sundress, which in the light was see through, so that your body was on display in shadow. He wasn’t upset about it, just, heated in a good way that he could vividly imagine what was underneath.

The fact that your hair was up in a bun, with a few curls loose around your neck which highlighted the marks there made him want to drag you back to bed.

But here you were looking wide eyed and innocent among your friends and he knew that he couldn’t deprive them of your company. He had to share.

You looked carefree and low key, not at all like the vixen who’d let Daveed do whatever he wanted to you just a little while ago. So he sighed and decided to wait.

Everybody else in the room knew what was up, but didn’t joke about you two getting together, which you were grateful for.

You all gathered around the table where birthday cake and champagne were the highlights of the brunch, along with your favorite dishes. Jasmine and Anthony had it catered.

“Thanks Martinez peeps, this weekend has been everything! The best birthday ever!”

“No problem, Lindy, you the homie. We love you girl. But the weekend isn’t over yet. What do you want to do tonight? We gotta turn up!” Anthony was always hyped.

“Well, I do want to go dancing….”

“We don’t dance.” The Bay Boys responded in unison.

You laughed along with everyone else.

“But for you, Linden, I will make an exception.” Daveed kissed your hand, the picture of angelic sweetness, much different from a couple of hours before.

Your fam and friends reacted.

“Awwww.”

“Gross.”

“Take that somewhere else.”

*gagging sounds*

You rolled your eyes at your friends, largely ignoring them.

“And I need to go shopping again! I want something nice to wear tonight.”

You coughed to cover up a yelp as Daveed’s hand went to your thigh, fingers close to your pussy.

You tensed up, but he squeezed you, giving you a stern warning under the table as he pushed his glasses up and laughed at something Jasmine said above it, his face turned away from you.

Damn, he was a good actor. You relaxed your legs a little more to give him access.

“Lindy, I saw this cute ass dress in a shop the other day you need to try on!” Jas was almost as excited as you were.

You smiled at Jasmine as Daveed’s right hand went to your panties as his left hand shoveled food in his mouth. No one noticed his debauchery.

“So we’ll all go into town so the Queen can shop for her birthday, come back go to this Club Aguadilla on town. About 8?”

Rafa was ever directing shit, head in his phone while he checked out the club on their website.

“Cool, I got to get some gear for tonight, too.” Daveed’s fingers were running up and down your slit, and he was still acting innocent.

“What do you need to get that you don't already have in your hand? I mean on hand?”

Your tone was sardonic as you dared question Daveed. He smiled sweetly at you, laughed his shy laugh and smoothly pulled his hand away.

Then he brought the offending finger to his mouth and sucked it clean of your juices in front of everyone. They thought he was just eating food, not you.

“You’re so sweet Lindy.”

He was looking at you with a glint in his eye as you smirked back at him. No one seemed to notice that he was taunting you. “But, maybe I need to get you a present?”

You raised your eyebrow at him. “Another one?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You two grinned at Daveed flipping the dynamic on you.. The butterflies came back at the guesses of what he had in mind for you later. You had your own ideas.

Craig cleared his throat.

“I thought that once y’all smashed, the tension would get better, but y’all are too much, honey.“

“Fuck you, Craig” You flipped your cousin off.

You turned to Jasmine. “Now, Jas, where is this shop?’

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You spent the afternoon walking the shopping district in town, holding Daveed’s hand or on his arm. He didn’t seem to want to let you out of his sight. He didn’t even know why himself. He had never been this way before.

“Okay we’re going this way, and Daveed, Anthony, and Rafa are going that way.” Jasmine was pointing up the street. Everyone looked at her sideways.

“Ok, Miss Bossy?” Anthony questioned her. Jasmine gave him a look and went over to him.

“Actually, I’m going this way, Craig pointed in an entirely different direction. “What?” He questioned your raised eyebrow.

“I’m gonna meet up with this Brian guy I met last night.” He held up his phone and started walking down the street.

“Be careful, send me his contact and where he is staying!” You called after him. He was the one that needed looking after, not you. You shook your head.

“Okay, Mom!” Craig waved at you and kept going.

Anthony finished conferring with Jasmine, and now he was all about it. He clapped his hands.

“Ok, let’s go. Daveed. You said that you needed some gear.”

Daveed looked at him, trying to think of an excuse to stay with you. You just looked at him, amused.

“Yeah, Diggs. You said you were gonna get me a present.” That little brat look on your face made him want to….

“Ummmmm. Yeah. I do.” He looked at you and grinned, leaning down to kiss you goodbye.

Jasmine grabbed your hand and pulled you away and down the street. You kept looking back to see if he would too as you got further and further apart.

Daveed walked in between Rafael and Anthony, keenly feeling the distance between you.

“Don’t do it, Diggs. Don’t look back. If you look back, you’re a goner.” Rafael was imparting wisdom. Soon, he was shaking his head as Daveed stopped and looked back at you.

He was rewarded with a huge grin from you from up the street, so he sprinted to you, grabbed you away from Jasmine, gave you a good kiss, put you down and sprinted back to his boys.

He was barely out of breath, but the blood was roaring in his ears as Ant and Rafa busted his balls.

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You next saw Daveed again when you went out to Aguadilla Rooftop bar with the crew. Everyone was turnt.

The boys still weren’t back by 7:30, having been delayed by something in town, so you and Jasmine left to meet Craig and his man there.

You weren’t stressing it, just having fun with Jasmine and Craig, and Brian who turned out to be a cool dude. You were laughing, drinking and having fun for your birthday. It was a vibe.

You gasped when you saw him come in, looking fine as hell and wearing a white button up short sleeved shirt. Shit, he was fine. And he was yours.

Jasmine laughed at you as you gaped open mouthed on the dance floor. She knew her time with you on your birthday was over, so she went over to her own piece of manhood, Anthony.

When she walked away, you sent the pic to Daveed’s phone.

Daveed came in and scanned the place, squinting a bit because he’d left his glasses at home.

He stopped at the bar and ordered a drink, tipping generously when it came quickly. He turned to look again and spotted you, a beautiful golden statue.

You were wearing a form fitting gold dress, which, and as he got closer, he saw that it was covered in tiny gold buttons for a texturized effect.

It made him want to reach out and touch. And he figured that was the point, because you were mesmerizing as he got closer.

Damn. You were a sight for sore eyes. Even though it had just been four hours, it seemed like you were apart forever. This was going to be a problem. His heart beat impossibly fast at the sight of you.

Your friends around the room thought you two looked like magic on the dance floor.

"Hey Lindy."

“Hey, Daveed. Hey.”

He scanned the dress and could not see one sign of underwear. He had to know.

“What’s under the dress, Linden?”

You cocked your head and flirted with your man.

"I think you know what's under the dress. I seem to remember your hands everywhere this morning."

Daveed took a sip of his drink, in full pull-her mode. Even though he didn't have to pull her.

"Did you like that?" His eyes were seeing right through you. He knew the answer.

You replied, “Yes, Sir,” and took his drink out of his hand to quench your sudden thirst. Daveed watched his glass's journey to your lips. Damn, you were bad.

"It was aight." You pouted a little as you lied.

You wondered what he had done to deserve you.

"But in answer to your first question. I have no panties, and no bra, but I did add some extra 'jewelry' for the boobies." You stood up straight and pointed your chest at him.

Daveed looked down at your cleavage. He was getting warm and he was intrigued.

You started dancing with him as you held his drink behind his head. His hand was on your ass and his eyes were on your tits.

"Are you telling me that you got your nipples pierced? That's hot, babe, but I would have loved to have been there." The thought was getting Daveed hard.

You grinned at him. "Oh. Nah. Bought some nipple clamps when I went shopping." You turned around and started wining on him. You could feel it getting hard. “You should see them, they are sooo cute!”

You leaned back and whispered to Daveed, who bent his ear over her shoulder to hear. You raised her arm to bring him closer. You kissed him on the cheek and grinded on his wood a little more.

"I sent you a pic when you came in."

Daveed hadn't been in his phone all afternnon. But he immediately grabbed it and saw the image you’d sent him, of just your breasts with gold clamps which kind of looked like earrings.

The clamps were gripping your nipples, which were engorged. There was a small rubber tightener connected to a small chain which dangled below the nipples. He really needed his hands on them right now. You and he looked at the picture together.

Daveed was practically panting. “Damn. Is it your birthday, or mine?”

You laughed at him, giddy with your power.

Daveed put his phone in his pocket, and put his hands on your hips, wanting to slide them up your sides to your tits. But he knew you were being watched. So instead, he put his right arm across your chest and pressed in gently.

"Oooouuuuuuuch, Daddy. That hurts a little bit. And makes my pussy ache."

Daveed almost couldn't take it. He felt your words in the pit of his stomach and down his boner. He leaned his head over and lightly bit your shoulder. His mind whirled at what kind of bathrooms this place had.

"I'm about to fuck the shit out of you. And then later, at your place. We'll play more with our present."

You chuckled at the word ‘our’ as Daveed grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the back of the club. You went into one of the bathrooms, which was a single stall and locked the door. You leaned back against the sink, watching him like he was dangerous.

"Girl, don't be afraid. Go ahead and pull the top of that dress down. Let me see that shit."

Daveed was rubbing his hands together like it was in fact his birthday.

You obeyed, your eyes watching him as you did so. You pulled the straps down and revealed yourself, and your breasts in the nipple clamps to him. Good Lord you were beautiful.

"Do they really hurt?" Daveed was mesmerized as he came closer.

As he approached, the electric feeling in the small of your back intensified.

Daveed wanted to take hold of the chains and pull. Which he did, gently. You moaned, aroused beyond belief. You’d been wearing the clamps for over an hour.

"A little bit, but most of all, it just makes me wanna get fucked. My spot is aching. I need you to hit it. Please, Daddy.”

You pouted up at him, making him feel that he could cum in his pants right there. You were turning him back into a teenager. It was a trip.

Daveed took it all in. "Touch your nipples."

You obeyed again, your fingers working gingerly.

"Looks like you need something to ease the ache, Baby Girl. You want Daddy to help you?"

You nodded “Fuck, yes Daddy. Please help me Daddy, I need you so much.”

Daveed grunted, bent his head, and lubricated the clamps on your nipples with his tongue. Your moan did not seem to be one of relief.

"Shit Daddy..."

Daveed grabbed your ass and started working your dress up. The promised land was within reach. His fingers felt the glorious wetness that was traveling down your thighs.

You furiously unbuckled his jeans and the real sex monster sprung out. Daveed tapped your thighs and you jumped.

He hoisted you onboard, strong hands and arms holding you up above his wet, fat tip, and slowly slid you down his pole, and started fucking you hard. He slammed you up against the stall for more leverage as he fucked into you.

His mouth was on your nipples, lubricating the clamps with his saliva and skimming them with his teeth. This caused electricity to shoot down your body to your clit, which was engorged and sensitive between you, the hair at his happy trail stimulating it.

It was a good thing the music was loud, because your screams were not quiet.

"Fuck! Yes, Daddy! You're hitting it right. I couldn’t. Take. It. Any. Harder."

Daveed responded to your challenge, stamping his foot to thrust harder and deeper inside you with each bounce of your hips. Daveed grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, the sensations speeding the oncoming crescendo.

“Shit, Such a good girl for me Lindy. I’m about to cum. You want this cum? You want it? Hunh? I love this fucking pussy. Damn, I want you to cream all over my cock in this club.”

Daveed growling praises in your ear triggered the avalanche of nerve endings from his mouth on the shell of your ear to your pussy.

You screamed and did as he ordered, and it was unlike any other sensation you’d had before.

Daveed held you up for a few minutes and then gradually let you down, making sure you were steady on your legs as he kissed the top of your head and let you go. You sagged against the wall as you watched him clean up.

He looked at you and winked in the mirror, and you had the nerve to blush. You straightened your dress and moved to the sink to clean up as he moved away and watched you.

Daveed had to restrain himself to give you some space as you did what you needed to do. He wanted you all to himself, but it was your night.

“I love you.” You turned to Daveed and hugged him, burying your face in his shirt. Your voice was hoarse from all the screaming, so you giggled.

“Love you too, Baby Girl.”

“So… What about my present?” You looked at him expectantly. You were so spoiled already. He’d done it himself.

Daveed looked up and stroked his beard. So fucking cute. “I don’t know.. They’re back at the house, and I don’t know if I want to wait until we get back to the city or give them to you tonight.”

“Oooooh! More than one!? Tonight, tonight!” You jumped up and down and clapped your hands. “When we get back to New York, it won’t be my birthday.” You were grinning ear to ear.

“Well, I took a picture myself.”

Daveed got his phone out again, licked his lips at your tit pic, and then swiped to the right to show you his pic of your presents. You looked, and then did a double take. Your heart dropped into your stomach. You looked him in the eye, your mouth open.

“Are those….”

“Yep.” Daveed was nervous you wouldn’t like them.

You looked back at the picture which showed a more elaborate nipple clamp set than what you were wearing with chains connecting in the middle with a “D” link, a butt plug with what looked like a pink jewel on the end, and a brown leather riding crop.

“Well, what do you think?” Daveed was shaking on the inside.

You just looked at him, speechless.

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 10

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

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

Word Count: 7.2 K

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

Smut under the cut.

Previous Chapter

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

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

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

What were you doing?

But you weren’t prepared for a full stop.

“Let’s go to your room instead.”

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

“Cool with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Turn around. Hands on the counter.”

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

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

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

“Lets go.”

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

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

“Daveed…”

“Shhhh.”

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

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

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

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

“Me too.”

He grinned up at you, adorable and dangerous.

“Later.”

Then, he looked at your pussy and got serious.

“Hello, my lovely.”

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

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

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

“You okay?”

He looked and sounded so tender.

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

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

You smirked at him.

“Isabela.”

Daveed grinned back. Seemed fitting.

“And when you are at your limits?”

“New York.”

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

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

He wanted to be absolutely sure.

“Isabela, all the way. Sir.”

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

“Good Girl.” You shivered.

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

The thought made you giddy, and you nodded.

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

“Words, use your fucking words, Linden.”

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

“Yes, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

“Go on.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re trying to turn me out.”

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

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

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

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

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

Your smile was too cocky.

He stood up and turned off the water.

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

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

You stood in front of the bed, waiting.

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

You looked up at him innocently. Daveed chuckled.

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gooooooood Girl. Fuck you feel so good.”

Daveed buried his face in your neck as stroked, and you could feel him deep in your guts. You tried to hold your moans in until he told you, “Let me hear you, fuck I wanna hear you sing for me Lindy.”

He was panting in your ear as he kept speeding up, hitting that spot staccato over and over.

And fuck all, you didn’t care if your friends were back yet, you screamed for him when Daveed worked you up to that crescendo, trembling and coming around him, gushing all over his cock.

“Good…. Girl…. Ohhhhh. Shit. Linden.”

Daveed released your wrists and he was still trembling as you held him in your arms. You rubbed his back.

You lay there for a good five minutes. Each totally ruined, but not admitting if to the other for different reasons.

Finally, Daveed got up and went to the bathroom. You stretched as you heard water running and smiled as he came back into the room with a wet washcloth.

He tenderly cleaned you up and you then lay down beside you.

“What are you thinking Lindy?” Daveed was staring up at the ceiling.

You looked over at the clock. 2:40 am.

You were thinking lots of things, but what you said was, “I’m thinking, I’m still at Isabela.”

You looked over at Daveed’s gorgeous grin.

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A couple of rounds later, and you were finally spent. You lay there and turned away from Daveed, getting snuggly under the covers.

“I’m going to take a nap, and I’ll be out of your hair in a few.” You were on your way to dream land before you finished.

Daveed smiled and pulled you closer to him, becoming the big spoon to your little.

“Of course. No worries.”

Daveed drifted to sleep, confident that you would be more rational in the morning.

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You awoke to sunlight in your eyes from Daveed’s view of the ocean. It was about 7 am according to the digital clock on the bedside table.

You’d stared at the view and smiled as you remembered the day before. Then you turned your head and saw Daveed sleeping. Something weird happened and you had to catch your breath.

Shit. The feels were coming for you. It took you almost five minutes to ease out the bed so he wouldn't wake up. Once you were out, you stopped to make sure he was still asleep.

You breathed a sigh of relief that you only heard his steady breathing and occasional snores. You weren't prepared to say good morning to Daveed. You needed to process last night.

You looked on the floor for your clothes and saw the trail to the bed: shorts closest to the door, and panties on the floor at the edge of the bed where Daveed had pulled them off.

You shivered at the memory and then got down on your hands and knees and collected both garments, stopping at the edge of the bed for your panties.

Your top was under the pillow that Daveed was resting on, and you sat back on your haunches to figure out if you could get it. It was placed so that you couldn’t possibly retrieve it without waking him up.

You took a few seconds to watch him sleep before you decided that was creepy and not what you were on. So, you pushed down the urge to kiss his delectable lips and started crawling backwards toward the door.

You saw his black t-shirt from last night beside you, grabbed that and stopped to put it on. His clothes were turning out to be so clutch on this trip.

You slowly stood up and checked again to make sure he was still in dreamland, turning the knob so as not to make a sound. Now to make it back to your room without anyone seeing you.

You creeped out into the great room, not seeing anyone and breathing a sigh of relief. You stopped in the kitchen to get a drink of water, confident that you wouldn’t get caught. You got a glass and some water out of the fridge and stood at the sink to drink it, thinking of last night.

Your eyes got big when Rafael walked in the front door and came straight for the kitchen.

“Sup."

Rafa nodded in your direction as you froze in place. He came around the island behind you to the fridge and cabinets and got some milk and cereal. He looked to be fully dressed from the night before. He just got in.

You raised your eyebrow at him, finished drinking and put the glass down as he just went about the business of making a bowl of Cap'n Crunch.

"Hey, knucklehead. You want a bowl?"

You looked at him like he was crazy.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you. You want a bowl of cereal?"

Rafael was holding out a bowl to you, waving it impatiently because you wouldn't take it.

You took it and made the cereal, giving him a side eye.

"Why are you calling me a knucklehead?"

Rafa sat down beside you and grinned.

"Because I see that you are trying to run from a relationship with Diggs, despite the fact y’all are perfect for each other...."

You interrupted him, panicked at his words.

"It's not like that. It’s not a relationship. We're not a thing. We're just... not perfect for each other. Nothing happened last night. We’re just friends."

It was Rafa’s turn to side eye.

"Oh, nothing happened?" He gave you another side eye. "Not to be rude, but where’d those hickeys come from?”

You grabbed at your neck. Fuck!

Rafael just grinned at you.

You couldn't help but laugh at Rafa’s read.

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Daveed woke up to the sound of talking and laughter outside his room. He looked over to see you gone and realized that yours was one of the voices he’d heard outside.

He lay in bed for a few minutes and stretched, listening to the tones of the conversation that he could hear over the waves. Daveed recognized Rafa’s voice and began to wonder why you were out there instead of in bed with him.

He pulled on some sweats and headed out of his room. He found you, wearing his shirt, sitting at his kitchen island and eating cereal with Rafa. You were cracking up.

Rafael looked up at him, torn away from his banter with you.

"Morning Diggs."

Daveed just looked at him.

"I was just telling Lindy that when she's done with you, she should get with me, cause I’m like the better B side...."

You laughed. Daveed didn't.

Rafa could tell that he wasn't feeling it.

"Chill bro. I'm just joking. I'd never do that. The code."

Daveed continued to look at you and Rafa could feel the chill in the room.

"And he wasn't even talking about anything like that. Besides, I don't like him like that."

You didn’t know why you were trying to convince Daveed. You didn’t need to explain yourself to him. Did you?

Rafael put his hand over his heart, injured. Then, he asked a question, trying to help the situation.

"But who DO you like like that?"

He raised his eyebrow and nodded toward Daveed.

You looked at Rafael like he was crazy.

"ANNNYYYYYWAYYYYY..." You gave Rafa the evil eye.

"Because I told Rafael that THIS," indicating you and Daveed, "is not a thing. That I'm not looking for a thing. No things. Nothing is going on."

Daveed and Rafael gave each other a look, and all was understood. The tension was as thick as molasses.

"Well, I might just have to call adult protective services, cause somebody tore my friend’s arms and back up last night, ha ha ha….” Rafa’s laughed trailed off.

You nervously glanced at Daveed’s bare chest and torso, willing your eyes not to sweep down his body while Rafael put his hand up to high five Daveed, who left him hanging, and who was still staring at you.

Rafael cleared his throat. This was serious. He tried to be rational, but still light.

"Ok. Over/under. How long before this 'nothing' becomes SOMEthing?"

"6 Months."

"Never!"

You and Daveed spoke at the same time. And you were still staring each other down.

"Like I said. Knuckleheads. Y'all are perfect for each other."

You put your spoon down and nodded toward Daveed’s room.

“Let’s talk, Daveed.”

“Cool.”

You could tell he was keeping it together in front of Rafa. You’d had it with Daveed’s indignance.

“Use your words!”

You both ignored Rafa as you went back in Daveed’s room.

As soon as the door closed, Daveed moved closer to you. You stood your ground, ever the fighter.

"Why did you say that to Rafa about us being a thing in 6 months?" You were beginning to feel as if this weekend was a huge mistake.

"Why did you think we were never going to be together again after last night? How could you just leave without saying goodbye, good morning, or even good luck?"

Daveed couldn't believe you, but he felt like a child right now begging for attention. Chasing you was exhausting.

"Daveed. Last night is done. And we’re still here together for the weekend. We would talk again. Don’t tell me you want more? It will just be more sex. We’re both not really ready for a relationship. Yesterday was full of sexual tension and last night took care of it.”

You raised your chin, determined. Daveed could not bully you into a relationship.

He crossed his arms. You noticed the marks you’d left on them. You flushed to think of the details of the night before. It was very nice, but as much as you wanted it, it couldn’t happen again the same way.

"Ok then, leave my room. Now."

Daveed was just as determined. You could not just will these feelings away because they were inconvenient. And he could tell that you were responding to him, so he was calling your bluff.

"I will!"

You didn’t move. You just stared up into Daveed’s brown eyes, becoming moist all over again. Shit.

"Go!"

Daveed fought to control a smirk through his deepening voice. Blood was pulsing toward his groin, and his heart rate was increasing. He was doomed. You both were.

You narrowed your eyes, realizing what he was doing. He was standing in front of you and you refused to go around him.

“Move!”

"Bye!" Daveed walked to the door and held it open. He looked out and saw that no one was in the vicinity of his bedroom door. "Peace. Have a nice life, I'm going back to bed."

As you neared him, Daveed quipped, "And give me my damn shirt back."

You were red hot mad.

"Take your fucking shirt! Asshole!"

You pulled it up over her head, taking the shirt off even though you didn't have anything on underneath. You threw it at him.

Daveed caught it, threw it down on the floor, closed the door and grabbed you, kissing your mouth and moving to your neck, biting along the way. You attacked him back, grabbing at his sweatpants as he tore your shorts open and pulled them down.

You smacked you on your ass hard, making you even wetter than the second before, stooped down and threw you over his shoulder as he took you back to the bed.

He threw you down, and you lay there, panting, looking up at him as if you wanted to commit violence. So he asked you what kind.

“Do you want to fight, or fuck, Lindy?”

You gave him a devious half-grin, and you opened your legs, lay back and started massaging your breasts and pulling on your nipples.

“Fuck me Daveed, before I do it myself.”

You moved your hand, out two fingers in your mouth and moistened them with your tongue, and reached for your clit, managing to circle it a couple of times while rolling your nipple with the other hand before Daveed grabbed your hand and flung it away as he lined up to your cunt.

Now his long fingers were rubbing your clit exactly how you liked it, only taking a day to learn your body. Your head lolled back, anticipating his entrance, but he slapped your clit and your head perked up.

“What did I tell you last night? Watch this shit Linden. You really trying to run away from this?”

You opened your mouth and panted as you watched him slowly breach you, your body eagerly accepting him and stretching around his girth. It took a few seconds for him to bottom out, but when he did, he met your cervix.

You chirped as he made contact with that spot deep inside you and met his eyes as he gazed at your face. The morning sunlight added another dimension to the way you looked as he made you fall apart.

He pulled back out and you looked back down, witnessing your cream covering his cock.

“Damn, that’s gorgeous. I don’t care what you say, your shit is made for me.”

And then he grabbed your neck and pinned you back on the bed, and you smiled as he expertly applied pressure to the sides of your neck. He increased the speed incrementally until he was steadily stroking into you.

“Harder. Faster.”

He squeezed your neck and responded, his hips stuttering a little at your request.

“Remember you don’t run this shit, Linden.”

He almost gave in as he saw your slack look as his cock swelled within you. You moaned and arched your back.

“Please. Sir. Harder. Faster. Just four strokes and I’ll cum immediately.”

You knew he wouldn’t be able to hold for four strokes; the challenge was the trick.

“Fuck!”

Daveed grunted and tried to hold back. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold to just four strokes either. Just imagining pounding you good four times and then trying to stop had him leaking inside you and his face contorted.

The evidence of what your words were doing to him got you closer, and your body responded. When Daveed saw your eyes begin to roll back in your head, he decided to give you what you wanted.

“Okay, okay. I can do that. Here you go.”

Daveed released your neck and grabbed your thighs, pulling them toward him and then pushing them back for better purchase. He was done for when you started to count.

“One…..two… holy fuck…. Th-threeeee…. F-f-f-four….”

Your voice and the straight sensation of your pussy futtering around him had him pounding you well beyond the requested amount.

“Gotdamn!”

“Ohhhhhhhhh!”

You both came, one after the other. You both didn’t know who came first because the sensations were so intense and close together.

Daveed rolled off of you and leaned on his pillow.

You both lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, and listening to the waves. After you both came down, the feeling was awkward.

You spoke first, still staring at the texturized paint above you.

“So….”

Daveed cleared his throat, not looking at you either.

“Yeah…” He sat up, and grabbed the sheet, sitting up against the headboard and staring at the waves.

You covered yourself up as well, and finally faced him, your head on your hand.

“I just need to think, Daveed. Like I said yesterday, I could fall for you. But I really don’t want to be hurt again.”

Daveed looked down at you. The way you looked up at him. Those eyes.

“But what if I’ve already….” he stopped himself. All good things come to those who wait, he thought. He rubbed his face.

“Shit Lindy, you’re right.” Then he smiled, looking cool and confident, using his acting skill despite the turmoil going on inside him.

“Listen LIndy. I don’t want to stress you. And I don’t want to pressure you either. But I want you. I don’t want just a friends with benefits situation. I want more. Because I think I-.”

You interrupted him.

“Daveed, I’m not closing the door completely, but I came because I want to have a fun, stress free birthday weekend.” You lowered your eyes.

“I know you want me. And… I want you too. Last night, just now… If I let myself, I would be sprung.”

Daveed grinned, almost blinding you.

“Then let go. I’ll accommodate your addiction.”

He spread his arms and the sheet drifted below his v-cut and you almost...

But you just laughed and shook your head.

“We’d stay in here all weekend.”

You met his eyes boldly, which was a mistake. You looked away, things pounding on you that didn’t need to be again right now.

“I think I need to go drink some water instead.”

Daveed’s eyes swept down your body. He grunted.

“Yeah, you probably do need to do that. As many times as you…”

“Alright Diggs!”

You raised your voice a little so he would stop talking. He was laughing at you. And himself. He wanted to barricade you in here with him. But he needed to chill.

“If you want me, if you want more, can you hold on with me a little longer? I’m not trying to waste your time. Just a little more time and space.” You smiled at him hopefully.

He would do anything for you. He grabbed your hand, thumb stroking the soft skin on the back.

“Yes Linden, I’ll hold on. Because this conversation is not over.”

And he brought your hand up to his lips, leaving a fire brand on your palm. You opened your mouth and silenced your moan.

“Listen, I’m not trying to run away, but I better get out of here before…”

Daveed lowered your hand gently back to the bed.

“I get it. You’re free to go. Have a good morning, friend.”

He laughed and grinned at you as you stood up and gathered your clothes. He shifted to watch you.

“Daveed!”

You exclaimed, somehow feeling shy. Holding your shorts to your body.

“What? Darlin, I‘ve seen everything you’ve got. And this might be the last time I get to see it, so…”

He continued to boldly look at you, like he was memorizing a script.

The words he said caused you to pause.

“Is that what you want? That if I don’t want a relationship, you don’t want sex?”

Daveed sighed.

“As much as my dick would hate me if that was what my brain decided, I’d have to say so, Lindy. Because now my heart’s involved.”

He finally stopped staring at you and looked out to the sea again.

“Good to know.”

You couldn’t describe the feeling in your chest as you pulled on your shorts, and then reached under his pillow to grab your top, leaving his shirt on the floor.

“Can I… just…”

You were pulling on your top, and he shifted, a smile playing on his lips. You smacked his shoulder and he gave you a stern look. You smiled back at him and then kissed the spot you’d hit. You didn’t see Daveed close his eyes and take a deep breath.

“So I’ll see you later?”

Why were you so fucking uncertain about everything?

“See you later Lindy.”

Daveed was looking out at the sea again, giving you nothing. You were in turmoil as you left his room, the short walk of shame made easier by the fact that no one was in the great room.

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You went back to your room with two bottles of water and showered. Then, you drank and fell into bed, physically and emotionally exhausted.

When you were back up around 11, everyone was milling around eating, talking, laughing, joking and no one paid much attention to you when you entered the room.

Not Rafa, who knew some of what was going on, which was so dope of him, and not even Daveed.

Daveed not paying attention to you made you feel some kinda way, even though you knew he was giving you space.

You checked Daveed out of the corner of your eyes as you joked around with Ant about the concert and noticed that D’s hair was in a not too attractive looking fro.

You let Craig tell you about the guy he hooked up with last night as you watched Daveed and Rafa talk.

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Daveed and Rafael were talking about the events of the morning.

“.... I could tell that girl is spooked.” Rafa glanced at you over Diggs’ shoulder.

“We know she’s been hurt, but she is skittish man. But you two would be so good together.”

Daveed nodded and drank his juice. “How does she look?”

Rafa chuckled and shook his head. You were wearing a white bikini top and white sweatpants. That fit well in the right places.

“You’re screwed. She looks fucking amazing.”

Daveed smiled, hopeless.

“Yeah, she’s been cut deep. But she is the most exhausting thing I’ve done since college, man.” He shook his head. “I’m might be done chasing her.”

“Riiiight. Well, here she comes, homie.”

Daveed’s eyes bugged out before he composed himself. Rafa’s poker face was set.

“Good morning Linden Marie. How are you?”

You grinned at Rafa. “I’m great Rafael Santiago.” Then, you turned to Daveed.

“What’s up with your hair?”

“Well, this sounds like a sensitive subject.” Everyone was moving out toward the pool, and Rafa went to join them. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Daveed laughed and then looked back at you.

“You throwing shots now?”

Daveed looked at you, close to the way he did before last night, but with a hidden something extra.

You laughed back. “No, it just looks like….”

“Like I forgot to pack my shampoo and conditioner.” He tried to run his hand through it, unsuccessfully. “I had to use Rafa’s and it dried out my hair.”

You looked at him sympathetically.

He looked back, insecure now. “No biggie, I’ll just throw it in a puff.” He hated pulling his hair back after months of doing it for Hamilton. The grimace on his face told you what you needed to know.

“Meet me on the couch in five minutes. My products are always in my carry on. I learned that lesson a long time ago. I’ll braid your hair for you.”

Daveed looked uncertain. “You know how to braid hair?”

Something in your eyes got him when you answered his question.

“I had a brother. Who idolized Allen Iverson.” You sighed wistfully.

“So yeah, I know how to braid hair.”

You reached up, “Can I?”

Daveed whispered his assent. “Yeah.”

You fingered his hair, as if you hadn’t memorized how it felt when he was between your legs last night.

“Your curls are like Dell’s were.” You looked him in the eyes. “Straighbacks?”

“That would be...Dope.”

“Cool. Be right back.” Daveed watched you retreat into your room.

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Five minutes later, Daveed was sitting on the floor in front of the couch in the living room, watching everyone else out on deck while A Love Supreme played on the sound system. D had cued it up while he waited.

Between your legs felt like home, the roar of the ocean coupled with Coltrain relaxed him so much that he was nodding off before he knew what was happening. When his head hit your thigh, he jolted awake and said, “Sorry.

You chuckled and responded. “It’s okay Diggs,” I know you’re exhausted. You were up all night.”

You grinned. He could tell.

“Go ahead and use me as a pillow. No biggie.”

Daveed grinned out toward the waves. He loved the smile in your voice. Then he turned and started lightly punching your thigh. But not enough to hurt.

“The fuck are you doing!!!???” You popped him on the shoulder with the comb.

“Ow!” He rubbed his shoulder. You’re going to get enough of hitting me little girl.”

The tone of his voice gave you a thrill, but you were cool.

“You said to treat you like my pillow.”

“You’re taking my hospitality too far. I meant if you needed to lay your head on my leg it was okay.”

“Alright I’ll chill.”

He took out his phone and opened notes. You knew that he knew you could see it.

“Oh my God. You really still have that list?”

“Yeah.”

8. Into spanking. Me.

You started rolling laughing.

“I’m done.”

Daveed laughed along and enjoyed the playful banter between you.

Yeah. This could be great relationship he thought.

“Ok, Ok. I’m done..”

You started to part his hair again and then stopped and rubbed your leg, just a little heated.

“You’re gonna leave marks… I mean, more marks.”

Daveed sat up a little straighter thinking about that. He’d love to keep you marked up good. Let everyone in the world know….

When he cleared his throat, you realized what you’d said and sneaked a peek at him. His eyes were closed, tongue running across his bottom lip.

Then he cleared his throat again and looked up at you. Those huge eyes truly apologetic.

“Sorry.”

The timbre of his voice and the nearness of him was almost too much.

“You want to stop?”

You tried not to gulp. Don’t ever stop, you thought.

But you said, “Boy, your hair is halfway braided.”

“What? You saying I can’t rock it?” The smile.

You sucked your teeth and firmly turned his head back around toward the glass doors. He could rock anything, even a paper bag.

“I’m not going to let you go out like that. I’M not going out like that. This is my handiwork.”

You shared a laugh and fell back into silence. Each in your own thoughts which were probably very similar.

“Man, the surf sounds dope. I need to work this sound into a track…”

Daveed leaned his head over, to hear the roar better. He appreciated the hum of approval from your throat.

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Before he knew it, you were done.

“There you go! All done.”

Daveed did not move to get up quickly. Instead he sat there and said, “Thank you Linden.”

He looked over to see the goosebumps on your thigh. You were just as affected by him as he was of you. Suddenly he was rock hard and ready to finally have your taste on his lips again.

“You’re welcome, D.”

Your voice was soft and husky. He knew what you needed. Daveed turned his head to the left and kissed your kneecap.

He could see it shake a little bit, as he raised his right arm to capture your left leg and kissed it again as he shifted around to turn to face you. He was on his knees before you, watching you watch him as he licked a stripe up your thigh with his tongue, bringing him closer to your center.

You shivered your legs closer, then softly moaned as he held eye contact with you and then released them open. He could feel the humid warmth from between your legs as he sucked hickeys into the sensitive skin near your crotch.

Daveed looked up at you and as you nodded, he pulled your shorts to the side revealing the prettiest lips he remembered seeing, dewey and glistening with your excitement.

He whimpered a little bit, and dove in for the prize, wanting nothing more than to hear you come undone by his tongue. You tasted like…. Air?

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Someone was shaking his shoulder.

“Daveed. Daveed! We’re done.” You were laughing at him. What the fuck?

“Wake up Diggs. I’m done with your hair.”

Your giggly voice was making him alert.

I can’t believe I was about to have a wet dream. Am I 14 or 41, Daveed thought. He could not move and let you see his condition.

“Move Daveeed. I need to stand up.”

He pretended to be more asleep than he actually was.

“Hand me that pillow there, I’m going to stretch out. And that throw.”

“On the floor?” You asked, as he nodded and stretched out, facing away from you.

“Why not?” he, asked.

“I don’t know. But if you like it, I love it.”

You threw the throw and one of the decorator pillows that were on the couch to him. As you went to the deck doors and stretched, looking out at the coast. Then you took your sweats off, revealing a glorious thong bottom to your bikini.

“I’m going to get some sun.

“Thank you for doing my hair Linden.”

You turned and dazzled him with a smile.

“No problem, Daveed. Get some rest.”

He watched as you closed the door and went outside.

It was just Saturday. Your birthday was Sunday and you weren’t leaving until Monday.

He would get no rest while you were on this island with him.

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The crew played pool and different games throughout the night. And drinking from the various bottles they bought in town. You were having a ball.

You and Daveed were circling each other, not wanting to break the vibe of fun with their friends.

“It’s late.” It was 2 am and you were tired. From the tension.

"One last game. Let's play Truth or Dare.” Everybody groaned.

“How old are we Rafael?”

Ant stood up and swayed on his feet, hands clenched in front of him as if he was going to fight. He was lit.

“You, Sir, are apparently 13 years old.”

Rafa looked around, challenging you.

“What? Grown folks can’t handle it?”

"Okay, okay," said Daveed. “But let’s take a break, and get some water and food to sober up a bit. 10 minutes.”

Everyone agreed. You went to your room to pee and came out to see Daveed, Rafa, and Jasmine huddled up in the kitchen as you grabbed something to drink. You didn’t think anything of it.

“House rules. Players must perform the dare they are given, or truthfully answer the question asked. You can’t change your minds about choosing ‘truth’ or ‘dare.’ The spare bedroom is in play. Rafa pointed to the door closest to the living room.

“Okay, Anthony, as the youngest, you are the questioner. Choose someone for truth or dare.”

Anthony looked around at everyone’s face.

"Alright. The first person I'm going to ask is… you, Rafa. Verdad o reto?”

Rafa shook his head and said, "Verdad."

“Bueno."

Anthony bent his head to his fingers, trying to think of a good one.

“Ooooh! I got it! Have you ever been involved in a threesome or orgy?”

Jasmine pushed Anthony’s head.

“The fuck is wrong with you,” but she turned to Rafa with her eyebrow raised.

Rafa blanched, and then looked up and to the left.

“Whatttttt?” Jasmine’s mouth was open and you were wide eyed.

Anthony was rolling laughing and when Linden looked over at Daveed, who was sipping his drink and looking away.

“Yes. Okay, next question.” Rafael tried to hurry the game along.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!” Jasmine jumped up with her arms out, yelling.

Ant was right there with her. “When, where, how… and WHO????”

“He told his truth, let’s move on.”

Daveed was trying to change the subject. Now Lindy was staring at him and he was avoiding his eyes. Oh, she would find out.

“OH. HELL!” Anthony was jumping up and down on the couch. “You GOTTA tell me later Bro…”

Rafa’s poker face was king. “Everybody calm down. We ready?”

“Ok, Jasmine. Truth or Dare.”

Jazzy looked around. She knew the deal with this crew.

“Dare!”

“Seven minutes in heaven…”

Anthony didn’t even let him finish.

"That's easy. C'mere baby."

Anthony extended his hand to Jasmine. Who laughed, stood up and took his hand and went into the guest bedroom with him.

“That’s just lazy, Rafa.”

Cash shrugged. “Jas may or may not have bribed me.” He took a joint out of his pocket.

Daveed chuckled and leaned over to you.

"So, what are you thinking? Truth? or Dare?"

You didn’t answer, just stared at the door to the guest bedroom.

The door opened and Jasmine came out followed by Anthony with his curls messed up and silly grin on his face. He gave Rafael dap.

“Thanks, bro. Jasmine remained standing and winked at Anthony. She blew him a kiss.

“Daveed.”

He sat up. Jasmine asked, ”Truth or Dare?”

Daveed looked at you, and so did everyone else.

Suddenly, you knew this was a set up. And that whatever he chose would involve you.

So what would it be? Truth? Or Dare?

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 11

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18 + ONLY, RPF, cursing, Truth or Dare, lots of Plot. SMUT, (fingering), the very beginnings of a Daddy kink. This is fluffy. 😊

Word Count: 3.6 K

Plot: It’s the Truth or Dare game. What is Lindy’s Truth? Does Daveed Dare? Read to find out!

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“Truth or Dare Daveed?”

Jasmine repeated the question.

Daveed and everyone else were clocking you. Hard.

You glanced around the room and back at Daveed. You tried to be cool, but internally, you were screaming. You didn’t know how you felt about his truth.

Attempting telepathy as you looked in his eyes, you silently pleaded with him. Daveed stared back at you, caught your vibe and almost imperceptibly nodded.

He held your gaze as he answered Jazzy.

“Dare.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled. You could handle this.

Jasmine looked at you, her eyes sparkling. Then she addressed Daveed.

“Daveed Diggs. I dare you… to spend Seven Minutes in Heaven with Linden Marshall.”

You stuck your tongue out at Jasmine as everyone laughed.

“Betta keep that tongue in your mouth, you’re going to need it in a minute.”

You flipped her, and the whole room, off as you followed Daveed into the guest room.

Daveed stood just inside the door, waiting for you to enter. He was determined to tell you how he felt, truth or dare. Come hell or high water.

You were in front of him, looking up at him expectantly. And now he wasn’t so sure about telling you the truth with you standing there looking like a deer in the headlights.

You stood in each other’s gravitational pull for a moment before Daveed went and sat on the bed, scooting so that he lay on his back with his head on the pillow. He gathered his courage and held his hand out to you.

“Come here Lindy. Please.”

It wasn’t the dom voice. He was genuinely asking for you to go to him. So you walked over and sat on the bed beside him and gave him your hand. He reached over with the hand furthest away from you and stroked yours tenderly.

“Closer.”

Daveed pulled you gently and you perched on the bed. He kept pulling until you were draped over him. He smiled at you. You didn’t quite know what to think. This wasn’t happening like you thought it would.

“Climb on.”

You smiled, thinking he was just slow to warm up. You swung your leg around him and straddled his slim hips, seating yourself firmly.

To your surprise, he wasn’t hard. You didn’t let it phase you as you looked down and started grinding on him, even as his hands came up to your hips.

What happened next was a surprise.

“Stop it Lindy.” Daveed’s firm grip ended your movement. “Look at me.”

You stopped and looked him in the eyes as your heart dropped.

He opened his arms. “Come. Here.”

You blinked a couple of times until you understood what he meant. Leaning forward until your head was nestled under his chin, you allowed his arms to come up around you and embrace you, his hands moving slowly up and down your back.

Finally exhaling, you relaxed into Daveed’s chest. Closing your eyes and breathing in his scent, you realized that you loved it. Your mind started ticking off other things about him that you loved.

You loved being in his arms; you felt safe. You loved being around him; his smile was everything and you always felt warm in his presence. You loved how he made you feel; he was a master at both making you aware of your importance and of your status of sex goddess.

You loved Daveed.

Oh shit.

You were in love with him. You realized it and you only panicked just a little bit. You burrowed further into Daveed’s chest, thinking that he didn’t need to know all that.

Daveed sighed and relaxed a little as he felt you do the same. He kissed your forehead, grateful to have you in his clutch. He realized that you were probably never going to initiate a conversation with him about feelings if he didn’t first, partially because you were scared of being vulnerable and partially because you had been hurt.

He knew you were a natural born brat and that was what made him want to tame you more. Many a night he dreamed of giving you pleasure and when he finally got to do it, he was addicted to it.

But what tugged his heart was knowing that you were fragile and didn’t have the love you deserved. That was one reason that he just wanted to keep you safe in his arms.

For a long time. Maybe forever.

“This,” Daveed rasped, then cleared his throat. “This is my idea of heaven. And this is how I want to spend the next six minutes. Holding you.”

Your heart leapt and your stomach was populated with butterflies. You didn’t have to look at him to feel his emotion.

Oh, shit, you thought. This man was about to tell you his truth while doing his dare. You had to smile at the set up.

“Linden?”

You bit your lip as you tried to decide how to respond, and timidly looked up at him as he gazed down at you.

Daveed thought that you were so fucking adorable. He also knew that you were terrified. But he had to let you know what it was. There was no more time for games.

Wasn’t nothing to it, but to do it.

He kissed your nose.

“You don’t have to say anything,” said Daveed, the mind reader.

“Just listen.”

Daveed took a minute to compose himself.

oh shit

“Linden. I know that you act the way you do with me for a reason. A very important reason. But you don’t have to run from me, or be scared, or think I’m going to hurt you.”

You put your head back down on his chest, and he stroked your back again.

“You are pretty much the dopest woman I know.” You smiled at that.

“The first time I saw you at the launch party I was a goner. I wanted you, and I wanted to get to know you better. As we got closer as friends, I found out that you are smart as hell and you always make me laugh with your dry ass humor.”

You thought of how the last 5 months had progressed, and you realized that D was telling the truth.

Daveed started to ramble.

“I want to have the chance to drive you crazy.”

“Hunh?” You peeked up at him.

“What I mean is, that I’m a human being, and I think... I mean, I know…what I mean is that...I HOPE I’m going to have the opportunity to drive you crazy and get on your nerves…”

You looked up at him again. This time like he was crazy.

He chuckled, kissed your lips lightly and smiled. Butterflies again.

Daveed was nervous as hell. You propped your chin on your hand which was on his chest, and enjoyed the view of him rattling on.

You didn’t know that you had a small smile on your face as well.

“I mean, I hope to spend a lot of time with you, so I know if that happens we’ll get on each other’s nerves and the people that you love the most always aggravate the hell out of you and…”

“Wait.”

Daveed stopped and grinned down at you.

“Are you saying that I love you?”

You raised your eyebrow at him and sat up, still straddling him.

“The MOST?”

“Well, I was using the rhetorical ‘you’, but now that you’ve mentioned it…”

Daveed sat up and leaned back against the headboard. Just smirking at you. Asshole.

“You brought me in here to tell ME that I…” you pointed to your chest, “Love YOU?” Now you were pointing at him.

Daveed hadn’t thought of that. But it was brilliant. This would activate your contrary nature. You didn’t know that you had come up with your own demise.

“Well….yeah.”

Daveed smiled that annoyingly beautiful smile.

Your mouth dropped open.

“It’s supposed to be the other way around,” you huffed. “You’re just.. so…so... FUCKING INFURIATING!”

You moved to climb off of him, but this time his hands held you even tighter. Your scowl was turning him on now and he pushed his shorts covered dick into your crotch, which made you settle down a bit. But you crossed your arms and pouted, a spoiled brat for Daveed.

God, he need to fuck you stupid. It wasn’t the time for that, though.

But shit, he loved you. And he needed you to see that you loved him too. He just knew it.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“Certainly not....if you don’t love me back.”

Daveed jumped for joy on the inside. Progress.

“So. Your love is conditional?”

His thumbs were rubbing circles on your hip bones, but still holding you to him.

You looked him straight in the eye. Challenge accepted.

“My love is NOT conditional. I’ll love the shit out of you, Daveed Diggs.”

Daveed stopped breathing. He moved his face closer to yours, looking in your eyes.

“Did… Did you just say you love me?”

He couldn’t believe it. It was too easy. All he could do was smile. Daveed was elated.

Panic set in.. You did just say that, didn’t you?

OH SHIT!

You weren’t even thinking and it just popped out of your mouth.

“You tricked me!”

You squirmed, trying to get away, and pounding on his chest. His strong arms just kept you right where he wanted you, and he was enjoying the struggle. He wasn’t keeping track for possible ramifications later, just enjoying you, heated and desperate, in his lap.

“And you won’t let me go!”

“You’re damn right I won’t let you go. I’ll never let you go.”

He crashed his lips upon yours and ravaged your mouth. Joy, love, and lust coursed through him and his heart beat mightily in his chest.

Jasmine knocked on the door, “Time’s up!”

You stopped kissing, breathlessly, and rested your forehead on Daveed’s. You wanted him so bad. But you were big mad. You tried your best to glare at him, but he only smiled wider.

“You’ll probably always have a spell on me Linden.”

Oh shit, You really did love the shit out of him. You were fucked.

“I can’t stand you. Must everything you do make me wanna smile or fuck you? Can I not like you for a while?”

Daveed pecked your lips quickly.

“No.”

He practically pushed you off him and dragged you to the door.

“Gotta go. You heard Jasmine, time’s up.”

You both left the room, Daveed grinning and you looking evil.

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He’d got you good.

You sat back down and crossed your legs and arms. Everyone was wary of you, not wanting to make eye contact. Everyone except Daveed.

He turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Linden, Truth, or Dare?”

You were ready for this moment. You were done with the fronting and oh so exhausted of running. You loved him. And now you just had to know.

“Dare, Daveed.”

You raised your eyebrow again, using your telepathy on him. He sighed, unable to resist you.

“Linden, I dare you to spend another Seven Minutes in Heaven with me.”

You jumped up and immediately grabbed his hand, pulling him back in the guest room. Your friends’ hoots and hollers were at your backs.

When you got in the door, you turned toward Daveed as he took a deep breath and grabbed your hands. He grinned that huge shy grin and you knew you loved this fool. You couldn’t stand how much you needed him.

You pulled him toward the bed and sat down.

“So. What’s your idea of heaven?” That fucking smile got you every time.

You hated that he completely knew the power that he had over you. You were hot and cold and things were hard and soft all over your body for him. But your heart was also pounding in your ears.

You had it bad.

Daveed looked down at your intertwined hands and back up at you, puppy dog eyes on fleek. Butterflies tried to fly up your throat.

“My idea of heaven is talking to you. Real talk.”

He smiled again and leaned toward you, giving you a pack on the forehead. That was so damn sexy.

“Ok, I also have a truth for you. You down?”

“Always.”

You were more confident now that you realized that you loved him.

“Linden. Do you believe? No, do you KNOW that I love you?”

You didn’t have to look at him to know. But you did. And you knew. And you took a deep breath, for once not afraid, and no longer holding yourself back.

“Yes. You love me. And I know that you won’t try to hurt me. I’m going to trust that.” You climbed on his lap and looked up at him through your lashes.

“You wanna be mine, boy?” The way that you cocked your head and bit your bottom lip was everything to him. He laughed that laugh of his and smiled brighter.

“Fuck yeah. I love you, Lindy. You got my heart, girl.”

He leaned forward and kissed you, slipping his tongue in and sweetly caressing yours while caressing your waist with his fingers.

When you came up for breath, he added, “And you already know that you’re mine. Right?”

His hands slipped inside your shorts, squeezing your ass and moving his long fingers to caress your crease.

You shivered as he let you know how good he could make you feel.

“Yes. Only yours, Sir.”

Daveed had you moaning and squirming and biting your lip in his lap. You braced yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders as you tried to stay lucid. You looked into his eyes.

The way your eyes started to glaze with desire, and your struggle to stay in control excited Daveed. His dick swelled and he was filled with the desire to give you release right now.

The fact that you were his and that only he could soothe your pent up emotions by controlling your body ignited his blood. One of his new missions in life was to make you feel good.

Although you didn’t have much time, he could do a little something.

“Yeah, that’s right, focus on me, Baby Girl.”

His deeper voice and pet name made you wet and you were sure that he could feel that. You could feel his erection but you tried not to grind. You were having a serious conversation.

“Yes, Sir.”

It was Daveed’s turn to bite his lip which he released in a breathy, “Fuck,” as he moved one hand around to the front of your shorts.

“Lean back.”

You obeyed, bracing yourself with your hands behind you on the bed, keeping eye contact with Daveed.

You smiled as you realized that he could play your body so well, but as his stare became more intense, in time with his finger slipping into your wet cunt, your smile disappeared.

Daveed grinned as he saw the effect of him fingering you, so he slipped another long digit inside you, and used his thumb to furiously circle your clit. You struggled to keep your eyes open as he curled his fingers and shook his hand vigorously while still circling your button.

“H-how the fuck are you doing that?” Your eyes were wide and your voice full of sex as you asked the question.

“Saxophone player in high school,” Daveed huffed. “You gotta be able to do a lot of different things at once with your fingers.”

His eyes were sweeping up and down your trembling body as you arched your back.

“We don’t have much time Baby Girl. Give me what I want.” Daveed squeezed your ass again and stretched you open. “I love you Linden. Cum for me.” HIs words and the command in his voice sent you over the edge.

“Daddyyy, I-”

Daveed hurriedly pinned you down to the bed by campling his hand over your mouth as you twitched through your orgasm. He kissed down your neck as you twisted and turned on the bed, and was reaching for his cock when…

“Times UPPPP!”

Daveed groaned and stopped, looking up at you, your eyes closed and your breathing was heavy. He removed his hand and kissed your lips.

Daveed smirked as you opened your eyes and asked, “Did you just call me ‘Daddy?’”

You pushed him away and stood up, straightening your clothes.

“We gotta go. Time’s up!” You popped the P.

He shook his head at you headed toward the door.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday, or…”

You had just stepped out of the door when you rushed Daveed and looked at his watch. 3:10 am, May 9th.

He smiled and laughed, then pulled you close. “Happy Birthday, Linden Marie Marshall.”

You smiled back and kissed him, in full view of your fam to the sound of Jasmine squealing while Craig, Ant and Rafa whooped and hollered.

“It’s about damn time!”

“Finally!”

“He’s been pining for months, girl!”

“Get it Diggs!”

You laughed and looked around, giggling at your fam. You burrowed into Daveed’s arms and he held you close.

You rested there, at peace for the moment while your idiots danced around you.

Daveed kissed the top of your head and said, “Don't go to sleep before we sing Happy Birthday.”

You made a cutting motion with your hand, but he would not be stopped.

“ITS YA BIRTHDAYYYY” Daveed screamed so loud it hurt your ears.

“OH SHIT!” Rafa screamed, Everybody screamed. It was anarchy.

You tried to hide in Daveed’s arms, but he pushed you away to face your crew’s kisses, love taps, and a crazy ass rendition of Happy Birthday. You were shaking with laughter when it was over.

“Welp. Time for bed!” It was your turn to pull Daveed who gave you no resistance as you led him to your room.

“Lindy finna give Diggs some of that birthday cake!” Craig was too much.

Daveed grinned as you pulled him into your room.

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You stripped as soon as he closed the door. For some reason you wanted to be vulnerable to him. Shyness enveloped you for a moment as you stood in front of him.

Daveed took you in, from your hair to your face down your neck and down your golden brown collarbone to your breasts, belly and manicured hair at the apex of your thighs, and down your legs to your toes.

“Damn, I’m lucky.”

He grinned that famous grin. You yawned and stretched your way back into his arms, standing on your tiptoes to give him a tired kiss. Your eyes were heavy and the adrenaline from Truth or Dare had completely left your body, crashing you into exhaustion.

“Listen. Can I...Can I just hold you tonight?” Daveed was so soft for you.

He knew you were exhausted, and he was too, coming down from the adrenaline high of 'I love yous’ and release. His hands were all over you, but in a soothing, not sexual way.

“Yeah. Let’s saw the fuck outta some logs. I’m tired.”

You kissed him again as he rubbed, then slapped your ass.

“You’re definitely giving me some of this birthday cake in the morning.”

“Oh? Am I now?”

Your inner brat was shining through. Daveed wasn’t going. He tried to play it cool.

“Or not.” He shrugged. “It’s your birthday. Do you.”

You instantly regretted your remark because you wanted him to in fact, do you.

Daveed feigned indifference and took off his t-shirt. He was keenly aware of your eyes tracing down his naked torso. He laughed at you. Then yawned.

“Let’s get them zzzz. Here, wear this.”

The green and gold Oaklandish shirt he had been wearing was in his hand. You were beginning to figure out that you wearing his clothes was one of his kinks. You grinned and took it from him, slipping it on, his spicy scent enveloping you.

You were right. The knowledge that you were naked under his shirt made him feel some kinda way.

You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and then got in bed while Daveed went to his room and did the same. You opened your eyes as he came back into your room in pajama pants and slipped back into bed with you and his heart jumped

“Hey.”

“Hey, you.”

You grinned, turned around, scooted closer and pushed your ass into his crotch. You wiggled a bit, and he let you for a few seconds until he grabbed your hip to still you.

“This is us now Lindy. No more running. No more fronting. Me and you.”

Daveed leaned down and kissed your neck, wanting to make sure that you were sure. You turned around in his grip to face him.

“I’m not going to run anymore. I can’t say that I won’t be crazy sometimes, because my life has been a mess, but it’s too exhausting to fight this. I can’t front anymore, I love you, and I think I have for a while. But please, please be easy with me Daveed. I can’t handle more heartbreak.”

“I have a feeling that the only heartbreak that might happen is you breaking me down. Girl, you are… everything…”

Daveed gave you a tender kiss and pulled you into him. You folded yourself onto his body, putting your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat.

Soon, you were both fast asleep.

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 8

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, AAANGST yet SMUT. Mention of Death, Anthony Ramos, Coached masturbation, heavy petting, sunscreen. Fluff. Plot. Mature themes and situations.18+.

Word Count: 4.6 K

Plot: Linden is trying to run from her feelings for Daveed after a lot of trauma and a shitty ex. Daveed assumes and hits a nerve and Linden just wants to hit that. It’s her birthday weekend y’all!

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“Let this be a thing…”

You smiled at the possibilities of the situation.

“Let’s let this flow. It’s my birthday weekend. I want to have fun.” You turned around and faced Daveed. “With you.”

You reached up and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. They were so succulent, but you didn’t allow yourself to get sucked in, literally or figuratively. You had to get some control back.

You looked up at him and he was hopeless. He struggled to continue to hold himself back.

Daveed thought about how tight you were around his fingers. He would have you screaming in this fitting room again, this time with you impaled on his dick.

“That’s all that matters right now. I like this vibe.”

D nodded at you. “You’re right.” Daveed cleared his throat as you two gazed at each other. “I guess we gotta find a way to get out of here.”

You chuckled. “Yeah. The walk of shame.”

You straightened your clothes and gathered the garments you were going to try on escaping the fitting room with only a passing smirk from the attendant.

You giggled at his lowkey “Get it,” and Daveed rolled his eyes as you passed by.

You decided to get all of the clothes you’d wanted to try on, but got distracted from trying on because of your shenanigans. You piled everything on the register.

Daveed was so unsure. About what just happened; about what could happen. He didn’t want to fumble this beautiful bag.

Before you could speak, he stepped up to the register.

“We’ll take them all.”

You gave Daveed a side eye. You smiled at the woman at the counter.

“Yes, I will.”

You opened your purse to get your credit card out, trying to remain calm and collected.

“Linden, let me.”

Daveed really thought he was about to pay for all of your clothes up in here. This was not it. He was assuming too much.

“No, Daveed. I got it. Thank you though.”

There was no mistaking the acidity under your sweet tone. You didn’t know what Daveed thought this was….

“But, this is a lot. And it’s your birthday.”

Your smile widened even though your rage grew, “All the more reason it should be my prerogative.”

“Lindy…”

“Daveed.”

You stared at each other down for a hot minute and then finally Daveed just closed his mouth and watched as you pulled a black amex card out of your wallet and signed for the total, which was over $2200.

You didn’t blink an eye.

The fun you shared in the fitting room was long gone. Things had gotten real tense real fast.

“Can I at least help you carry them?”

You ignored Daveed as you struggled with the bags, then put them down on the corner of the street outside the store.

You got your phone out to order a ride.

“What the fuck was that Daveed?”

He took you in, your little angry body turning him on.

“I was trying to be nice.” Daveed couldn’t hide his irritation with you. Was this even worth it?

“Why do you think that paying for my stuff would be ‘nice?’”

Daveed was confused.

“Well, I know you’re not with Mark anymore and you were in school and everything and Columbia is expensive. I just didn’t want you to have to go into more debt on your birthday weekend.”

“Why would I be going into debt?” Your eyes were full of murder. “Shit Daveed, you just don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

You looked up at him as if you were going to fight him. Daveed wondered how many times he needed to make you cum before you would calm down. He was going to find out.

“Obviously I don’t, because I don’t know why the fuck you’re mad at me because I wanted to do something nice...I-”

A car pulled up beside you.

“That’s just the fuck WHY Daveed. You don’t know anything about me.”

And then you grabbed your bags, flung them in the back of the car and got in, leaving Daveed on the corner of a street in Isabella, Puerto Rico, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

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You were actually vibrating with rage all the way back to the beach house. You texted Jas for the combination to the front door and let her know where you were.

She made a remark about giving you and Daveed time alone and you didn’t correct her, you just needed some space.

You got your bags into your room and then went back out to the kitchen for a bottle of water.

Daveed came in as you sat and drank, looking out of the great room windows.

You sat up straight on the stool and tried to ignore him.

Daveed had ordered a car as soon as yours drove away, vowing to find out what that scene was all about.

He had not had to chase anyone in a long time and he felt like he was way too old for it. But he couldn’t help himself.

Now, he was standing here approaching you like a wild animal.

“Do you want to tell me what just happened?”

You just tried to will this intrusion into your life and your emotions away. Maybe if you ignored him he would disappear.

You just could not take anymore pain and Daveed was dangerous.

He could hurt you. Bad.

“Linden.”

Daveed came around beside you and watched your profile as you closed your eyes and tried to shut him out.

“Please.”

Damn. You swallowed and opened your mouth to speak. You almost couldn’t say the words. You continued to look at the ocean.

“Dell takes care of me.”

Daveed looked at you carefully. You continued to stare straight ahead.

“The accident. The driver of the truck that hit us was drunk AND high. The company knew of his history and didn’t take him from behind the wheel.”

You took a deep breath and continued.

“We had good lawyers. I not only list my twin, but my left ovary and the ability to have children without a very involved medical procedure.”

Daveed really didn’t want to hear anymore. He felt terrible.

“There was a 30 million dollar settlement, 5 million to my mom with 25 million in trust until I turned 25 years old.”

You didn’t know why you were telling him all this.

“So when I say I got it, Daveed. I got it.”

You looked at him, something in your eyes that spoke of strength and brokenness.

Daveed wanted to throw himself off a cliff as he watched the tears roll down your cheek. Got damnit he was such an idiot.

“I’m sorry, Linden….”

“Don't be sorry Daveed. I just can’t do this. I can’t let you hurt me like Mark, like every other person who thinks they know me. I can not…..”

You just shook your head and walked toward your room. Daveed’s long legs got ahead of you and he just stood in your way as you walked.

“Linden. I’m not going to let you run away.”

You two played a slow game of human foosball. After a minute, you just stopped.

“Move Daveed. Let me go.”

He put his arms up, but he didn’t move.

“I’m not holding you. But I’m here Lindy, and I’m not going to leave you alone. I’m sorry that I made such a boneheaded assumption, and I’m sorry I made you bring up something so painful. But I’m not like everyone else. I think I…”

All of a sudden, you wanted him to stop talking. You grabbed him around his waist and gave him a hug, sobbing into his chest.

Daveed brought his arms down around you and held you while you cried, just as he did that first night. He still felt good.

This time, however, was different. Daveed bent down and picked you up, taking you into your bedroom bridal style.

He kicked the bags out of the way and lay down with you on the bed.

“Daveed, I…”

“I just want to hold you Lindy. Relax.”

You stopped protesting and went with the flow. You let him hold you and did as he instructed, you relaxed, your head on his chest, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart under one ear and the ocean out of your other.

You felt the soothing thrill of him playing on your scalp and with your curls with his left hand as his right caressed your left leg, which was thrown across his thighs.

Before he knew it, you were softly snoring in his arms, and Daveed knew that his fate was sealed. The road to your heart was full of landmines, but he had to try to get there.

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You woke up to the sounds of giggling.

Jasmine and Craig were standing over you and Daveed on the bed. You were a little confused, but you and D woke up to an audience.

“Whyyyyy are you still fully clothed?”

You grimaced at Craig and threw a pillow at them as Daveed sat up and grinned.

“Get the fuck outta my room Craig.” He dodged it successfully.

“We ain’t got time for you to waste all weekend NOT fucking around. Chop chop.” Craig walked out of your room as you stuck your tongue out as his back.

Jasmine laughed at you and followed him.

“We’re going to have dinner out by the pool if you wanna join. Swimsuits required. The chef will be here in a few and Craig and I want to get some sun before the show tonight.” She looked at you over your shoulder as she left.

“Or if you two want to stay in, that would probably be dope too…”

You shook your head at her back as she closed the door.

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You sat up on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit awkward. You put your head in your hands and let your curls hide your face. What the fuck were you on? It was like you had experienced the rollercoaster of a relationship, all in 18 hours.

Daveed sat up against the headboard, eyeing you warily.

“I want you Linden. I’m sorry for assuming earlier, but you gotta let me in so I know how not to. I need you to be absolutely clear about what you want.”

“I… I want you too, Daveed. I’m just really scared about being hurt again.”

He closed his eyes when he heard your admission. Slowly but surely.

You raised your head and looked over at him. You’d exhausted him already.

“I don’t want to hurt you Lindy. But we’re both human. And too grown for the games.”

“I don’t want to play any games with you Daveed. I mean… well….”

He opened his eyes and stared at you. He heard the invitation in your tone. This was a dangerous situation. He looked at his watch. It was about 4 pm.

The show started at 10 and although he wanted to start something and finish with you all afternoon and night… it might have to wait. He leaned his head back and fantasized.

“What are you thinking about?”

Daveed opened one eye. He was attractive as fuck. He opened the other one and then closed them again.

“You don’t wanna know.”

You were intrigued. You turned toward him and put your leg up on the bed, half indian style.

“Yes I do! I must know all the things.” Your voice raised at the end of the sentence, making D smile.

Daveed wished he had the time to tame your control freak ways.

“You really don’t.”

“YES I DO.”

Daveed opened his eyes at your tone and you immediately calmed it down a bit, while your heart beat faster.

“You tryna stay in this room or you want to go out on the deck with everyone else?”

You looked down at the bed and bit your lip. You saw his huge hand on the bed, the veins prominent and the fingers impossibly long. You looked back up at him and swallowed.

“W-we should probably join Craig an ‘nem….”

That stutter. Oh, the control Daveed was utilizing at the moment.

“Then you definitely don’t want to know what I was thinking.”

Fuck. Now you definitely did want to know.

You pulled your other leg on the bed and then sat on your knees.

“Pleeaseeee Daveeed.”

You. Begging. This was heaven or hell, Daveed couldn’t figure out which. But he didn’t move from his position, just clasped his hands in his lap. Because reasons.

“Actually, you on your knees made up a lot of my thoughts.”

You smiled a little.”So, you want me to suck your dick?” You’d decided to try it.

Daveed grunted and then looked to your face.

“That sounds nice. Those pretty lips wrapped around my dick. I wonder if you could take it all? Gag reflex?”

Instant waterfall. You moaned a little, and were so mesmerized you couldn't answer. Daveed sped on.

“But don’t be so unimaginative. You on your knees can involve lots of things.”

Daveed moved, not too fast, and came around the bed behind you. You shivered as he put his hand on your neck and then trailed it down your spine.

“Up. Let me see that arch.”

You obeyed of course, on your hands and knees on the bed, the arch in your back perfect for fucking. Daveed was looking at your ass and you hoped he couldn’t see your wetness beginning to trickle down your thigh.

“You could be on your knees with me behind you, eating you out from behind.”

Daveed kneeled behind you, face to face with your barely cloth covered crotch. You moaned as you felt him get nearer to your core. Daveed stopped.

“You good?” You nodded frantically, and Daveed continued closer.

“We’re gonna need a safeword.”

“Holy fuck!”

“Nah, that wouldn’t be a good one, because I have a feeling you might be saying that a lot.”

Daveed placed three kisses at your core, one on either inner thigh, and one on the strip of his jeans covering your clit. You started clenching as he pulled himself away, licking his lips. He’d captured some of your moisture on his mouth. You tasted better than he imagined.

“Or you could be on your knees riding my face, letting me drink from your pretty little fountain.”

Daveed sat on the floor and placed his head between your legs on the bed, looking up at your pussy in his jeans. He just looked, not daring to touch you or himself. You reached down and caressed his curls.

“Daveed, please..”

“No, no. You wanted to know what I was thinking.” He slid out from under you like a mechanic.

He stood up behind you, put his hand on your ass and smoothed all the way down to the back of your neck, pushing your head down to the bed.

“How about me behind you on your knees, face in the bed with you keeping that ass up, while I pound that shit from behind? I wanna see that ass shake as I give you these back shots.”

And Daveed started the motion, pushing his hard, jeans covered dick into your ass, rubbing at first and giving you some friction, but driving you insane.

You turned your head to the side to moan as Daveed pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, then sped up and gave you a pounding through your clothes.

Daveed hooked his fingers into your shorts, about to pull them down, when he stopped. He shook his head, trying to clear the sex high from his brain. He stepped back.

You lay panting on the bed, lost in the moment. You took a deep ragged breath to calm down and then turned over on your back. You watched him watching you, knowing that he was holding back from fucking the shit out of you.

“What are you thinking Daveed?”

His voice was so damn deep. “That I want you to be ensconced around my dick. That I want all kinds of orgasms to happen, that you need to be cumming right now, Linden.”

He then cleared his throat. “But that we probably have an audience right outside that door right now.”

“Hmmmm. I agree that I need to be cumming right now.” You smiled at him and stretched. ”But what about you Daveed?”

“Not quite yet. That HDD will be on point for the show tonight.”

You got up on your knees, facing away from him and moved your hand to the waistband of your shorts. He watched in fascination as you touched yourself, your slick more than lubricating your fingers.

“What about me riding you on my knees. I LOVE Reverse Cowgirl.”

Daveed’s eyes began to water as he saw the vision. He saw your arm moving and your hips undulating. He moved behind you and pulled you to lean back onto him, your shoulders against his chest as he looked down to watch you finger yourself under the shorts.

So fucking sexy.

“What are you doing?” His velvet voice in your ear was everything.

As if he didn’t know. As if he couldn’t see. As if he wasn’t just doing the same thing less than two hours ago. The view from over your shoulder was the shit. Damn shame there were clothes involved, but the fact that they were his clothes made it pretty hot.

“MM.mmm...mmm…” You were gasping, his voice and proximity getting you there quickly.

“No, that won’t do. If you wanna be a Good Girl for me, you gotta use those words.”

“Fuck.. I mean… Yes. Sir…”

You heard his chest vibrate with a whimper when you said that.

“What Are you doing Linden?”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and it lolled against Daveed’s chest as he brought his hands up to your hips to help keep you steady.

“I- I’m trying to cum, Sir…”

“Where is your hand?” Daveed was intently using his imagination to visualize.

“Nnnnh nnh, circling my c-c-clit…”

Daveed huffed. “Good Girl.” He gripped your hips harder as they shook.

“Are you wet like you were earlier? That shit feels like, like, liquid satin. Man, I can’t wait to be deep in that…”

He dipped his lips to your neck, eyes glued to your arm emerging from your pants. He bit at your pulse point.

“Ah!” You were sooo close.

“I just hope you can take it all. S’pretty big.”

You whimpered at the thought of the pleasure, and at the yearning to be filled up right now.

“Ohhhhhh.” So very close.

“Need time to prepare you. It might hurt a bit at first.”

You bit your lip at the spring was about to snap.

“But I think I know that you like it to hurt a lil bit... I don’t give a fuck if you get mad, I might have to buy you some nipple clamps…”

His hands moved smoothly up your sides under the t-shirt and cupped your breasts, ghosting over your rock hard nipples. Suddenly, he took each between his thumb and forefingers and twisted roughly.

“FUCKKKKKKK!!”

Your body rocked at your orgasm and you took your hand away from your core, too sensitive to continue. Daveed grabbed it and took it to his mouth, sucking your juices off, causing aftershocks to jerk your hips.

He moaned with your fingers in his mouth and then released them, kissing your neck again. He chuckled.

“You wouldn't get off that easy if I had the time. I’d make you take all of everything. Including your orgasms. Better be ready.”

You turned around and stepped off the bed into his arms. Daveed held you, not daring to go down to the bed again.

Your head was on his chest. Even after all that, you were too shy to look up in his eyes.

“How do you make me cum doing the bare minimum? You hardly touched me.”

Daveed smiled. He felt the same way. He was about to nut in his pants like a teenage boy a few minutes ago.

“You sure you want this?”

You finally looked at him. Those eyes.

“Yeah.’

“You sure you want all this crazy?”

“Mos def.” Daveed kissed your forehead and smiled down at you, eyes crinkling adorably.

It was time for your hands to roam. You palmed him through his jeans.

“Let me take care of you D….” You moved to unbutton him and he pulled out of your reach as you pouted.

Daveed smoothed his thumb over your lips.

“Like I said, I’d like nothing more.” Then he cocked his head and looked up. “Well, I’d like few things more… but If my dick comes out in this room right now, we would not leave for the rest of the weekend.”

He leaned down to kiss you with a sweet and filthy promise.

“Patience, Lindy.” He took a deep breath and backed toward the door.

“See you at dinner.”

You just stared at him, daring him to stay.

“Ok. Leave then. But Daveed. If I hear you turn my doorknob, I’ll be faceup on the bed butt-ass naked, waiting for you if you come back in.” You started unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts.

Daveed stopped with his eyes wide, the angel and devil in his head wrestling with each other. He finally cleared his throat as he turned around and left.

“See you at dinner Lindy.”

The vision of you bending over toward him taking down your shorts with an evil smile was burned into his brain as he closed your door. He stood there looking at the floor and contemplating going back in. When he looked up, there were four pairs of eyes looking at him.

He straightened up and went to his room as his friends watched him like a hawk, then rolled with laughter.

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Daveed hopped in the shower, and quickly got himself off to calm down. He slipped on some blue swim trunks and his white sunglasses, ran out and cannon balled into the pool, causing Jasmine to cuss him out as he splashed her hair.

He’d been chilling on a pool float a good twenty minutes when he saw his favorite animal out of the corner of his eye. Damn.

“Look at that genius ass.”

Rafa commented and looked over from the float beside him and laughed at Daveed who was crossing himself.

“Dude! You’re jewish.”

Daveed cocked his eyebrow at his best friend.

“I’m gonna need all the help I can get.”

You’d spent 30 minutes picking out your most modest swimsuit, then grabbed a quick shower. You were shy by the time you walked out onto the pool deck, but no one was paying that much attention to you. No one, except for Daveed.

His chill disappeared as he climbed out of the pool, over to your lounge chair. Your sunglasses only partially hid you clocking him as he emerged, dripping wet. Damn, that body you thought.

He walked over to the chair next to yours and picked up a towel and started to dry off.

“Hey. You good?”

You smiled at him.

“Hey. I’m great.” You smiled wider.

You appraised him, as the delicious smell of something cooking wafted from the house. The sun was still bright, even though it was afternoon.

“You need a hand with some sunscreen? You’ll want to make sure that it is on evenly.”

You stood up and bent at the waist to get the sunscreen out of the bag you’d brought out. Daveed licked his lips and you were all too ready to get your hands on Daveed again.

He looked at you and bit his lip. “Sure, why not?”

He cocked his head and eyebrow at you. Then, he raised his hands to the side of his body..

Your mouth started watering. You went around to his back and resisted the urge to put your arms around him and rest your head on him.

Instead, you evenly distributed some cream on his well-sculpted shoulders and back. You let your fingers dip a little bit into his swim trunks, feeling the top of the muscles contained within.

“Turn around.” Your voice was everything at that moment to Daveed. He did as you commanded.

“You don’t think I can take it from here?” He questioned you as you squeezed some more cream into your hand.

“I have a technique. I can make sure it’s on evenly. Its already out of the tube.” You looked him dead in the eye as you rubbed your hands together, listing the reasons why you should keep your hands on him.

Diggs chuckled, then let you have your way.

“I’m all yours."

His eyes held a look like he meant it when he said that. Your heart did a funny dance.

You held his gaze as you spread the cream on his shoulders and out to his arms. Then, you got some more cream and started on his pecs. You spread it on, rubbing your palms against his nipples.

Daveed’s eyes closed in ecstacy. Then, your hands went down. You traced his eight pack as you continued to stare him in his eyes which opened as you started going south.

You licked your lips as your hands went where his happy trail would have been if he hadn’t shaved. At that moment, his cock jumped and you were so close you could feel it.

Your eyes widened when you remembered that you were not alone….

Shit!

You and Daveed both turned your heads and saw your friends watching the show as you were about to go for the gold in Daveed’s swim trunks.

The deck erupted into screams, whistles and applause as everyone laughed at your lust.

You both blushed and moved apart.

“Okay pervs, the show is over.” Daveed said as you moved to sit on the beach chairs.

D returned the favor for you; his hands on your body having the same effect on you as earlier, but the difference was you were self conscious now.

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Dinner was chill, and you two enjoyed your surroundings and your friends, both of you sitting as far apart as possible.

The dance you did was delicate, but everyone noticed the new intimacy despite the high sexual tension. You drank some wine, but not too much, and Daveed had about two Johnny Walker Blacks.

Rafa led the discussion of music, politics and culture and the weekend was vibing. You were very content in the moment. By 7:30, Daveed, Rafa, and Ant had to start to get ready to leave for the show.

You walked him inside and you shared a few kisses. You felt like a kid as he held you.

“Daveed.”

“Yes?”

“Daveed, tonight I want….” you looked into his eyes, which were meeting yours boldly.

“What do you want Lindy?”

“I want you to be with me tonight, Daveed. Spend the night in my room.” Daveed was on top of the world.

“Done. But I want you to decide after the show what we're going to do in your room tonight Lindy. We can just go to sleep.” His smile was mischievous.

You didn’t understand. “You playing hard to get?”

That heat, that anger in you. That was that shit he liked.

“Oh. I’m not hard to get. Get me hard Lindy.” Knowing full well he was a second away form just that.

“Meet me backstage after the show.”

He pulled away and went into his room, leaving Linden hot, bothered, and soaking wet.

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Fresh Squeeze, Chapter 7

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Lots of pics, Cursing, Angsty Angst, Mention of Death, Lots of Plot, Anthony Ramos, Afro Samurai, Clothes altering, SMUT: Fingering, Thumb sucking, Fluff. 18+.

Word Count: 6.6 K

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic.

Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, movie star. They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were chaotic. She knows now that wasn’t love.

Read the Previous Chapter.

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Thursday night/Friday, May 6-7, 2023

After Daveed heard what you said, he stood stock still, trying to decide whether or not to go back into your room. He clenched his fists and concentrated intensely to not break the fucking door down. All he needed was for you to call his name…

You stood in the middle of your room, naked except for the towel. You closed your eyes and prayed for strength to not go running after him. You had to stay in control.

But if you saw him turn your door handle, you would fuck him right there on the floor of your room.

After a few minutes, you both turned around and went about your business, Daveed to his room and you to the shower. You thought of Daveed in the shower and fell into bed still thinking of him.

What did you want for your birthday, if not Daveed?

Daveed, alone in his bed, thought of all the feelings involved. He knew you were fragile, but it seemed you were relaxing a bit, deciding to trust him if just a little.

He resolved to give a little bit of chase. You just needed to feel safe and accepted.

You dreamt of each other so deeply that all that was left when you woke up was a wisp of a memory.

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Daveed did not sleep long. Even though it was after 4 o’clock when he went to sleep, he was up by 10, hard on raging under the sheets.

He’d be damned if he jerked off, but he remembered your voice through the door of the room last night, and he had to strip the sheets away, as he was making a mess at the thought of you.

He decided to go for a run on the beach. He pulled on some basketball shorts and decided to go shirtless, as the temperature outside was already 80 degrees.

Daveed ran with his music blasting in his ears. He played out song lyrics and lined up preparation for upcoming roles. Before he knew it, he was three miles down the beach from the house.

He turned around as the tropical heat and the sun was getting to be a bit much. He went back in and went to his room to shower and put some clothes on. You didn’t know the sight you were missing.

When you woke up at Noon, you pulled on Mark's t-shirt and basketball shorts and made your way to the kitchen which had floor to ceiling windows and glass doors facing the ocean. It was breathtaking. The doors were open and the ocean breeze felt amazing.

"Good morning, Sunshine!"

You turned to see Daveed at the stove, greeting you and smiling.

He was wearing an orange Oakland tank top and some pajama pants slung low on his hips. You smiled at his hair, which was tied up in two curly puffs at the front, with the back down in his wild curls.

Even though it was an odd hairstyle for a grown man, you knew the curl life. And it did not take away from his masculinity.

Not. At. All.

Besides, his curly puffs gave you a place to focus rather than on his well-muscled arms.

Daveed’s hair reminded of when your mom did your hair only to have Dell try to pull your pony tails out as soon as she dismissed you from the kitchen chair.

Ya’ll would get into so much trouble for fighting yet again. The thought gave you a warm feeling at the memory as you smiled wider and patted your own pineappled hair.

‘Damn, her smile is a killer,’ Daveed thought as he watched you look around the kitchen for other signs of life. Now he was glad that he couldn’t sleep, and that he decided to be productive.

He would have the chance to talk to you. As friends. Yeah. He nodded to himself, trying to emphasize that last thought. Friends.

Fuck. He was in serious trouble.

Noticing that you and he were the only two humans in the kitchen and sniffing the air for the delicious smell that was wafting over from the stove, you finally greeted Daveed.

"Good morning, D. Looks like everyone else is still knocked the fuck out.”

Your other four friends were nowhere to be found.

You laughed, yawned and stretched. Daveed turned back to the stove, cursing to himself. You were so damn fine.

“Calm the fuck down boy,” he whispered.

“What’s that?”

You ventured over to see Diggs making French toast and bacon. Your stomach rumbled.

"I said sit down. Sounds like you’re hungry, haha. We gotta feed you. Grab some fruit over there and I'll serve you right up."

You grabbed something and sat down at the bar facing the windows. When Diggs turned to offer you some fresh oj, you didn't notice him watching you eat your banana.

Your lips were a problem for him. When you looked away from the ocean, Daveed turned back to the stove and looked over his shoulder to smile at you.

His smile made you feel some kind of way.

"Why do they call you ‘Smiley?’"

Daveed laughed, a sound that was quite nice.

“Because I started out as a clown. A professional clown.”

You tilted your head, convinced that he was fucking with you. But maybe, he and Rafa always talked about the random shit they did to make money before they made it.

When he winked and turned back to the stove to the food, you just shook your head and ate the rest of your banana, positive that Daveed was fucking with you.

Meanwhile, Diggs was trying to stop himself from thinking about fucking with you. He did not need to watch you eat a banana. He licked his lips as he thought of how your lips tasted.

You smiled at Diggs’ broad back. He seemed different this morning.

He turned to plate some food for you and smiled again, shaking his head.

“Most times it’s a nervous tick.”

You were confused. “What’s a nervous tick?”

“My smile. I'm actually a really shy person. Most times my smile is a defense mechanism.”

You were not sure about all that. Daveed had to know how he affected people.

“I’m not sure I believe that. Man. You are famous for performing in front of hundreds of people a night. You’re on tv, movies, for goodness sake! You do live rap shows with your shirt off. I ain’t boo boo the fool.”

Daveed’s laugh filled the kitchen.

“How many clipping. shows did you watch on YouTube? Or did you only watch the ones where I'm shirtless?”

His look was hungry, and surprised, like he couldn’t believe he’d said that out loud. Then he barrelled on.

“I am shy, but I get my energy from crowds. I'm an introverted extrovert. Ya feel me?"

You nodded, understanding. You noticed that he was fiddling with the spatula he had in his hand. Uncertain again. He really was awkward. It was sweet. And hot.

Diggs continued.

"When I perform, I'm probably under the influence."

Pause.

"Hold up. What?"

You flashed back to Mark. You couldn’t be around this again. Daveed caught your panicked look.

"Oh, it’s not like that, haha."

That laugh and that smile. It automatically put you at ease.

"It just takes a little. Drink; like last night at Criag’s Adrenaline; when I used to run track. Now it's performing."

Daveed watched you carefully, gauging whether or not to continue. Fuck it, he thought. He felt as comfortable with you as when he first met Rafa.

"You know what the best drug is?"

You cocked your head to the side, intrigued despite yourself. That smile. It was angelic and so opposite of what came out of his mouth next.

"Fucking. You know? When it's that good good. Or even better, that feeling when you haven't smashed, but the sexual tension is everything?"

There was suddenly little air in the room. You had to open your mouth to get oxygen. Oh. You knew the feeling alright. You gulped down your orange juice and continued eating.

"Hard-dick dopamine delivers every time."

He said it so casually. He was playing innocent, but he was going for it.

You choked on your bacon. Daveed came up beside you.

"Raise your arms above your head.”

You turned toward him, held your arms up and he helped you, his hands holding your hands up. You stopped coughing pretty quickly but you stared at each other with your small wrists in his large hands. Daveed shifted on his feet and cleared his throat.

“You good?" His voice had to be a couple of octaves lower.

You gaped for a second, mouth still open, then laughed and nodded, pulling your arms slightly to get him to release them. Daveed let go, stepped back and laughed along.

"But yeah. Back to what we were talking about...It just takes a little high, and I'm a completely different person."

You watched him as he crossed his chocolate arms.

"So what's your drug? Your motivation?"

That was something you didn't want to think about too hard. You tried to avoid his eyes. You cleared your throat and took another drink.

“You got any vodka for this orange juice?”

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“C’mon. I made you this gourmet breakfast and everything…” You could hear the smile in his voice even though you were looking down. You didn’t feel pressed, you just felt like telling D this would open up so many things to him.

"Well, I don't do hard drugs if that's what you mean. No pills, or coke. Don't need molly," you winked and filled your mouth with French toast.

"Gosh. This food is amazing!"

Daveed could barely make out the words through the food in your mouth. He shook his head.

"Thanks, but don’t play me Lindy. Is french toast your motivation?"

Diggs wasn't letting you off the hook. You thought about it. He was being very cool, and you felt safe with him. You plunged ahead.

"I think about how fragile life is. How it is not guaranteed from day to day. How it can be taken away in a moment."

You tried to push the emotions down and took a deep breath.

"I lost my twin brother when we were 17 in a car accident. I think a lot about what he didn't get to do. And that motivates me to do better with my life."

Daveed just looked down at the counter, mortified that he had pushed you to share something so personal. Then he finally looked up at you.

"That's a good reason to be motivated. I'm sorry for your loss." He looked down at his plate again. "Look, I didn't mean to press you...."

Telling Daveed about Dell just felt right, even though you really didn’t know him like that.

"Don't apologize. You didn't know. And I'm glad I told you."

Diggs looked up at her and smiled. You smiled back.

He got up and stood next to you to grab your plate. Daveed smelled like coconut. It was nice. You closed your eyes and sniffed him.

"You done?" He was laughing at you.

"What? Oh, yeah. Thanks."

"Where is the fooood?"

Craig padded in the kitchen, with a wide smile.

"There you are." You grinned at your cousin.

"Goood morningggg peopleeeee! I smell the Diggs Special. Hey. You two fuck last night?”

Rafa came in already on one this morning. Unlike his best friend, his confidence seemed to seldom waver.

He ignored your shocked looks and Craig’s laughter and went to get some food. He continued as if he just walked in and said, “Good morning.”

"Ay, D, you gonna go check out this venue in town with me?"

Daveed shook his head at his friend. But he was chilling.

"Sure, what up?"

"I figure we can turn up on stage tonight"

"Cool. Let me eat and chill a little bit before we go." He looked at his watch. "About two?"

"Dope."

Jasmine walked into the kitchen.

“Lindy needs to go shopping. We should come with. You down, Craig?”

“You know it. That reminds me, we gotta fix you up. Start destroying Daveed’s pants, since Lindy won’t do it for real.”

“Y’all gonna get enough…” you were getting swole.

“Calm down Ms. Fussy pants. Let’s go.”

Craig grabbed some shears from the kitchen and went toward Lindy’s room.

When you got to your room, Craig gave you the business.

"You are so tiresome."

“What?”

“You just need to fuck the man. We are all tired of feeling this sexual tension. It’s bothersome.”

“Leave me alone, Craig.” You watched as he worked his magic on the jeans. “What if I don’t want t…”

“Lie.”

“What if I’m not read…”

“Fuck that.”

“What if he hurts me? What if I hurt him?”

Craig put the shears down and turned toward you.

“Listen, stop over thinking and do what you feel. What you want. Turn up. It’s your birthday. Anybody can see that man is all about you.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know. But you deserve…” He didn’t say it.

“You deserve. Now put these clothes on, bitch.”

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You emerged from the room and no one paid any particular attention to you, no one but Daveed.

His eyes swept from your feet, which were housed in some of Jasmine’s high heeled sandals, to your long, brown legs which were highly moisturized and seemed to go on and get better from your juicy calves to your generous, muscular thighs.

Craig had cut and distressed some jeans that Daveed didn't particularly love to garments that he felt he could not live without.

On you.

Damn, Daveed gaped as he remembered that you probably didn’t have any underwear on.

His eyes moved up to notice how his blue Oaklandish t-shirt was huge, but the way you had it tied up let it accentuate your waist, breasts and shoulders.

‘Good God,’ he thought. As his eyes moved up to yours, he saw that you noticed his reaction and were smiling at him. He smiled back. He wanted you to wear nothing but his destroyed and altered clothing for the rest of your life.

“OKAYYYYYYY, you look cute as hell.” Jasmine admired your outfit.

“Thank you!” Craig responded.

“Yes, you did that!” Jas laughed. “And the model ain’t half bad.” Jasmine got up, took your hand and had you twirl.

“Got DAMN!”

Everyone turned and looked at Rafa as he yelled. He put his hand over his mouth. “Oh, did I say that out loud?”

Daveed was so grateful that you did not have any of your own clothes. Your ass in those distressed shorts were everything. He gulped and you and Jasmine giggled.

“Be quiet!”

Anthony shushed everybody and then gave you a double take.

“Nice, Lindy,” but then he turned back to the tv. He was used to Jasmine’s glorious ass, so he was nonplussed.

“Let’s just finish this episode before we go. It’s my favorite,” he said as Jasmine went back over to sit down with him.

Black Dynamite was on the tv while they were waiting. It was the alien episode.

Ant and Jas were curled up in a big white overstuffed chair, Craig was on the other,while Daveed and Rafa were on the couch. You sat down in between them.

You leaned your head on Rafa’s shoulder, looking at Daveed. Rafa put his arm around you, watching the show, as you put your legs up on Digg’s knees.

You didn’t see Rafa wink at Daveed, who just smiled at you and turned toward the screen. After a couple of minutes, he put his hand on your shins, looking over to see if it was okay.

Your chill smile indicated your assent. He started lightly rubbing, looking down at your caramel skin. Your legs were so soft.

Diggs peeked up at you relaxing and accepting his touch, and snuggling into Rafa’s embrace. The way you were looking at him was everything, even if you were in Rafa’s arms.

Rafa was his boy. And he knew what you wanted. As for Daveed and you, you two were watching each other and not the screen.

Daveed decided to move his hand up your leg, but a flash went off and he stopped. He hadn’t noticed that the show was over and that Craig was taking pictures.

"This is so cute! Family love!"

He was cheesing as he snapped a wide-angle selfie and some pics. Jasmine came and sat on your lap, the couch becoming a crazy twister game.

Anthony came behind the couch and snuck in the pics with the crazy eyes flipped a double bird behind Rafa’s head. You were all being so silly.

"What is this, a orgy?” Rafa with the jokes.

“Not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with that.” That devilish smile. Everybody laughed.

“Y’all are some beautiful people, but ain’t nobody got time for that. Let's go."

Anthony seemed hype. He slapped his hands together and then rubbed them.

“Okay, we have a choice, since we are going into town we can drive….” he looked around at everyone. “OR, we can go over in my new boat!”

Everyone sensed that there wasn’t really a choice, so they all said, “Boat!” and laughed.

Anthony’s grin was wide as fuck. Jasmine harshed the flow.

“The only thing is, it only has four seats…” Everyone looked around and counted six people. Ant spoke up.

“I’ll be piloting, so I will stand, but it takes about 20-30 minutes, soooooooo…..”

“Sooooooo, Lindy… would you mind sitting on D’s lap? We need to get creative.”

Her eyes sparkled as she smirked.

“Would that be okay with you Diggs?”

Rafa coughed “Setup” into his hand.

You looked at Jasmine and Anthony and Daveed, who was looking at you expectantly. You were in agreement with Rafa, but you weren’t mad. It seemed that everyone was looking at you.

“Sure…” said Daveed whose eyes were fixed on you. “Is that okay with you, Lindy?”

You smiled and nodded your head. “I’m cool with it.” Daveed smiled wide, eyes crinkling with happiness.

Jasmine and Anthony led you all out onto the back deck, where you and Jas took off your heels, and down to the beach, a little ways away to the boat dock. You and Daveed brought up the rear of the little ensemble.

You were watching the waves and the beautiful surroundings, trying not to focus on the awkwardness.

Daveed was watching you.

“You good Lindy?”

Daveed’s voice broke your reverie.

“Yeah.”

You two stopped and looked at each other. Your head was tilted back, looking into D’s eyes. He smiled down at you and you felt warm. Must have been the sun.

“Heyyyy youuu guuuysss!”

Daveed nodded his head toward the boat.

“Leggo.”

You smiled and followed him. Ant was at the helm, Jasmine and Rafa were at the front, and Craig was in the second row.

Daveed stepped on the boat and turned around offering you his hand. You flashed back to that January night.

You swallowed, smiled and tried to board. And immediately fell when you misjudged the deck while stepping on the boat.

Daveed helped you up, chuckling, while Craig howled and Rafa shook his head. Jasmine just stared, open mouthed, said “That’s not funny,” then burst out laughing.

Anthony was busy getting the boat ready but had a grin on his face.

“Fuck all y’all!”

“No, not all of us, just D…”

“Shut the fuck up Craig.” You gave him the gas face and then turned and smiled at Daveed.

Daveed was seated and spread his arms out so you could sit down. Anthony started the engine, so you got settled in on his lap as carefully as you could.

“You okay?” you asked him softly, turning on his lap and feeling the muscles in his thighs. And maybe something else.

You tried to adjust your shorts to cover your core adequately, because like this, he would easily be able to ascertain your situation.

Daveed looked into your eyes and whispered, “I’m perfect.”

You agreed silently as you stared back into his big browns.

You were thrown against Daveed’s chest as the boat gained speed. You were able to feel his abs through his t-shirt and your rear shifted and came into contact with his crotch.

‘This is going to be a fun ride,’ you thought, smiling to yourself.

Daveed put his arms around you, one at your waist and one on your legs, to try and hold you steady. The movement of the boat allowed him to feel you, just as he wanted.

He turned his head and looked at the water, concentrating on keeping his hands in neutral locations.

Jas looked over at you. “You okay?” she mouthed.

You smiled and nodded, giggling a little.

D turned his head back quickly to look at your face. You looked at him and winked. He smiled and unknowingly started stroking your leg.

You stopped laughing and all of your attention turned to his hand on your leg. You adjusted yourself in Daveed’s lap. You were getting a little moist and could feel his cock becoming hard.

Your lips parted and you started breathing a little faster.

The feel of you on his lap was what was up. There was a definite heat from your core. Daveed happened to look down at his t- shirt on you and saw that your nipples were hard.

All he wanted was for them to be in his mouth and to be enveloped in your heat.

Daveed turned his head to look at everyone else to see if they noticed you two, and his lips brushed your shoulder. He heard your sharp intake of breath.

Geez, he felt like he could take you on the boat in front of everyone. By the way your body was reacting, he thought that you would let him.

He finally noticed he was stroking your leg and stopped himself. He sat up straighter and tried to get control.

You closed your eyes and moaned a little when Daveed pulled away. All you wanted at that moment was him inside you. When you opened your eyes, Daveed was looking at you.

“You sure you’re comfortable? I could sit on the boat deck if you want.”

“No!” you said a little too loudly. Craig smirked at you.

You blushed, then relaxed again in D’s arms. How could a moment be so awkward, yet so perfect?.

After about 20 minutes, the view of the pretty little town of Isabela became clear. It looked like a neat spot to spend the day, but you were sad that the boat ride was over.

As the boat came to a stop and tied off at the dock, you and Daveed let everyone get off before them, then D climbed out, turned around and held out his hand for you.

You took it and stepped out onto the dock. You didn’t let go and Daveed didn’t either. No one said anything, just exchanged glances as you and Daveed concentrated on being casual with it.

Truth be told, each of your hearts were pounding in your chest.

This is another world. You could be free and do what you wanted to do. And what you wanted to do was to hold Daveed’s hand.

Daveed’s chest was puffed out, proud that you decided to show affection. In front of the crew.

This was a big step but he tried not to make it a big deal.

You strolled together and admired the architecture, holding his hand until you walked to the shopping center on Barbosa Street.

They were going to check out a venue to do a show later in the weekend. Daveed didn’t want to let you go.

Rafa and Ant just walked on and let Daveed handle his business.

“Go to work.”

You smiling at him was everything, as Daveed played with your hand, moving it up to lace his fingers in yours and press your palm upright.

Jas and Craig went into the store.

“It’s not work. Having fun creating with friends…”

Daveed really wanted to create fun with you. He felt like he should kiss you goodbye, but he didn’t want to push it.

“Bye Daveed. See you in a few.”

You laughed, cause it was like he was going off to war. This was too much.

“Bye Linden…”

He finally let your hand go and then backed up the street in the direction that his bros went, not wanting to let you out of his sight.

When you disappeared into the store, he turned and ran to catch up.

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Rafa and Anthony were talking to the club owner in Spanish, Daveed following along, but not very well. He thought they were talking about lighting and sound, but couldn’t get the entire conversation.

“Tienes tu propio gaffer o tenemos que hacer nuestra propia iluminación?”

“Nosotros tenemos un capataz, pero él cobra una tarifa separada.”

Daveed zoned out and planned how he was going to get closer to you.

Rafa turned to him and said something, and Daveed nodded.

“Oh, absolutely.”

He had not one clue what was happening in this club right now. His mind was on you. Rafa and Ant looked at each other.

“So, when they bring up the pigs in tutus, we cut one open and smear the blood all over you…”

Anthony wanted to see if Daveed was paying attention.

Daveed smiled. “Sounds dope.”

Rafa and Ant shook their heads at him.

“Listen dude, your head is not in the game right now. You need to get right.”

They didn't have to tell him twice.

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You were going to town. Craig and Jasmine had abandoned you and were already down at Pinkheart and Loft. You were not moving from H & M.

You didn’t mind being alone in the store, as you minored in shopping in undergrad. You were in the zone. And zoned out from what was happening with Daveed. You needed some headspace.

Your hands were full of clothes and your heart was feeling light as you headed toward the dressing room.

You could barely see over your pile when the cute top you just recently grabbed off a clearance rack fell on the floor as you rushed ahead. You walked past it before you realized, then went back to try and pick it up.

You jumped as soon as you turned around.

Daveed was standing there with your top in his hand.

"Drop something?" That smile was everything.

You stared at him wide-eyed.

‘Fuck. Me.’ Daveed thought.

"Here, let me take your pile, I'll help you to the register."

You smiled at him again. He'd do anything to see that smile forever.

"Oh, ok. Thanks."

You handed over the clothes to reveal a handful of sandals underneath which you kept. Daveed slowed himself to appreciate you fully.

“I really like that shirt on you.” Daveed bit his lip. “And those shorts..”

You saw him checking you out and you watched him, your eyes fixed on his lips.

You recalled the talk about what mouths could do from months ago but were thinking about his succulent lips. And you couldn’t stop.

You needed to remain in control.

"I'm not going to the register, I'm going to try these on. You can drop them at the fitting room."

Daveed looked around to tear his eyes away from you. He caught you checking him out when he swung his eyes back around. His stomach flipped a little.

He smiled.

"Well."

You were at the fitting room, the attendant eyeing Daveed as he gave you a number and pointed you to a stall.

You took the 10 garments you were allowed and started to go into to your fitting room, looking back at him over your shoulder. You disappeared into the room.

Daveed just stood there.

He made a decision.

You stood there for a minute, shook, before you thought you had yourself together. You were about to take off his shirt when Daveed opened the door at came in.

The look on your face was everything. The wide eyes, that mouth in an "O." So damn fuckable.

"The guy out there said I could bring you the rest of your clothes."

That was true, after Daveed paid him 20 dollars.

He got close to you, reached behind you and put the clothes on the hook.

You could smell him. He smelled like the coconut and his cologne, and your dreams. You closed your eyes.

Daveed wanted your lips. He wanted to own them, to command them, to hear them command him.

You opened your eyes and he backed up. He tried to contain himself despite your proximity.

“Look. Daveed. That night. The launch party. I was wasted. I usually don’t lose control like that… I don’t want you to think that’s really me.”

You were keyed up and stressed because you were losing control. He could tell.

God, he wanted to put his hands on you. In a good way. You’d calm down then.

He knew you had baggage. And that he should probably stay away. But he didn't want to. Hell, he had matching luggage.

"Well, I think it is you. I have a theory that people are more their real selves when they are drunk or high. Inhibitions are gone. They get to act out like they want to. Do what they want to."

Daveed looked into your eyes.

"What do you want to do, Lindy?"

You wanted to do a lot of things. To Daveed. In this fitting room. You almost gave it all up for him right there.

Then you got mad. At Daveed or your feelings, you didn’t know.

"That's just it, adults don't get to do what they want to do all the time. It's called adulting, you know. Responsibilities...?"

You fired back at him.

He opened his mouth and spoke. To himself as well as you.

"Chill."

He said it gently, not raising his voice at all, but the force behind it made you shut the fuck up.

Your knees were weak and the small of your back was acting up again. Your body was reacting without your permission. You shivered.

Daveed could tell you were reacting to him physically. But he wanted inside your mind, not just your body. He was going to give you some space.

He backed toward the door of the fitting room. Leaning against it, his long body in jeans and t-shirt delectable.

“What do you want, Linden?”

His voice was deeper, more commanding now. You swallowed. You were exhausted from fighting it. Maybe you could have a taste.

“I-I want a kiss. Just a kiss.”

Daveed felt triumphant. He smiled and looked down at his shoes, then back up at you.

“Come get it.”

He was going to let you make the first move.

You bit your lip through a smile. You walked the five steps toward him in slow motion it seemed, as you raised up on your tiptoes to reach up and peck his lips, your hands behind your back.

Your lips met his pillowy goodness and you leaned back to look into his eyes.

Then, you put your hands on his shirt, tracing his abs all the way up and going back in for more, Daveed’s tongue prodding it’s way between your lips, and your tongue dancing with his.

You moaned as Daveed put his hand on your hips and then slid them up the sides of his shirt, skimming your breasts, and resting under your arms as you two went for it.

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he backed you into the wall.

He palmed your ass in the shorts, his long fingers reaching inside the distressed rips and squeezing your ass. He spread you apart and squeezed you closed, so that his fingers barely grazed your core and drove you crazy.

When you reached up and pulled his hair, that’s when he stopped kissing you, leaned his head against your forehead and breathed, “Fuck, Lindy. You don’t know what you do to me.”

You just looked at him and craned your neck for another kiss which he couldn’t deny, but then he stopped and let you down.

“What do you want Daveed?”

Daveed put his hand on the wall above your head. You looked up at it and at him and he had to remember to breathe.

“Fuck it. Linden, I want you. You know that.”

You raised your eyebrow and smiled up at him, then bit your lip, playful. Daveed’s throat became dry.

“And I think that I know that you want me too. But I know it’s hard.”

Your eyes swept down his torso to his pants, and damn, well…if it wasn’t hard right now.

He cleared his throat. “It’s hard for YOU.” You smiled wide.

He rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean. It’s hard for you to be vulnerable, but Linden, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

The way he looked in your eyes. You couldn’t go there with him, but the physical was okay for now. You decided to indulge yourself. It was almost your birthday.

“What if I want you... to hurt me?”

The innocent look in your eyes masked the devilish intent in your words. Daveed, stomach flipped again and he screwed his eyes shut. He masked a whimper and opened his eyes again.

“Huh. Don’t play with me Linden.” The menacing tone of his voice was making you wet.

“But what if I want to play with you, Daveed?”

You reached for his belt buckle; Daveed stopped you, grabbed your hand and put it above your head against the wall, his arms now caging you in.

You raised your chin, meeting his glare with yours. His eyes were fucking you so rough right now. You had to open your mouth to breathe, your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip.

Daveed was looking as if he was going to devour you.. That mouth. He wanted to take it, but he restrained himself. He had to know.

“Tell me. What. You. Want.”

You held his stare, the air around you crackling with energy.

“I want you Daveed.”

His smile was wide. Then he bent down, grabbed your thighs in his hand, picked you up and carried you to the mirror and pressing you against it, running his hands back down your body to your ass, cupping and grabbing it to memorize how it felt.

“We are NOT about to do this in the fitting room at H & M. But somebody is going to cum. Right now.”

You kissed him as he ran his hands under your shirt to your nipples, pinching and rolling them in between his fingers as he kissed you again.

You started whimpering in your throat as you let him make you wet.

“God, Daveed.”

You kissed him again, but he did not stop what he was doing to your breasts.

“What?” Daveed asked when you came up for air. “You wet?’

“Fuck yes.”

You moaned as you threw your head back and huffed.

Daveed pulled his shirt up off your waist and exposed your breasts.

“So fucking beautiful.”

His mouth watered at the sight. Daveed licked his lips and leaned toward those beauties.

“Can I?” Daveed paused.

“Please!” You whispered.

He leaned down. His mouth got so close that you could feel his hot breath. Then he paused again.

“Please what?”

At first you could not think of what he was talking about. Then you got it.

“Please. Sir.”

Your eyes sparkled under your lashes as you looked down. His dick got even harder.

“Such a Good Girl for me Linden. Fuck.”

Damn, he had the key to your pussy.

Your wetness was leaking down your thigh, now reaching the tips of Daveed’s fingers.

Daveed proceeded to alternate his attention to each breast. Delicately at first, he kissed your nipples, then suckled them gently, then harder, more insistently, until his mouth was pulling at them rhythmically and firmly, to the point of almost hurting you.

You were groaning pretty loudly and Daveed released a nipple from his tightly clamped lips with an almost painful pop.

“Suck this,” he said, and put his thumb in your mouth, pushing your head back into the mirror.

While still suckling you, he then moved his other hand down your body to your crotch and stuck his hand into the jean shorts, his long fingers grazing your folds, feeling a small patch of hair and your oh so slick lower lips.

He looked up at you and how you were enthusiastically sucking his thumb, fellating it like it could cum down your throat. That sight and feeling, combined with how you felt at your core, was fucking him up.

“Damn, Lindy? All this. For me? You sure?”

You nodded vigorously, his thumb deep in your mouth as he kept you pressed to the mirror. He found your clit and started rubbing, while inserting a finger into you.

You were so fucking tight, it was a stretch to fit two in, but you were humming with pleasure now, your eyes rolling back in your head.

You nodded again, and as he pried your mouth open, your sounds became louder before he put his mouth on yours and kissed you, muffling your moans as his thumb and fingers worked in concert to bring you close to the edge.

You tried to reach for his belt buckle again and he moved out of the way.

“Unh unh, it’s not about me right now.”

Daveed grunted. He spun you around and had you face the mirror, his hand in your mouth and your pants, and his cock pressed into your ass.

It was big and your eyes matched it. You two stared at each other.

“Look at us. Don’t we look good together? This should be a thing.”

You watched what he was doing to you and it did look hot as fuck.

He pressed deeper into you through your pants. He could feel you quiver on his fingers.

“You want it Lindy?”

Daveed could feel your clit harden and vibrate like a guitar string.

“Maybe later, but you could cum… not now…”

You whimpered around his thumb, but he sped up.

“Not now…”

You were almost crying now. Daveed was smiling, his teeth bared against the shell of your ear, whispering his commands to you.

“NNNNot now….”

Your legs were shaking from holding it.

“Good girl. Now cum.”

Daveed spoke into your ear and you exploded from the inside out. It had been months since anyone else made you cum.

He reached down and grabbed you under your knees and sat down with you on the fitting room bench. You were draped around him like a vine, exhausted.

D held you for a few, taking care of you and waiting for his hard on to go down. You clung to him, eyes closed, trying not to panic. This was good. You wanted this. And you told him so.

“Me too, Lindy.”

He helped you stand and stood himself, standing behind you and watching you straighten yourself out in the mirror. He pulled you back against him, wrapping his arms around your front and putting his chin next to your forehead.

“I meant what I said, Linden. We look good together. Let this be a thing.”

You just smiled at him as you thought about the weekend to come.

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Fresh Squeeze, Ch. 5

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Angsty Angst, drug and alcohol use, surprise flights, Anthony Ramos. Lots of Plot.

Word Count: 3.5 K

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal in the form of their Blindspotting musical, Bay Boys. Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible. They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were toxic. She knows now that wasn’t love.

A/N: Keep in mind that this the same AU as Arrivals, with Holly Woods, but is BEFORE Rafa and Holly get together. And don’t come for me about Anthony.

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NYC, May 2023

Jasmine was blowing up your phone as you were trying to get dressed. You had to search for it under the pile of clothes on your bed.

You had procrastinated getting ready, trying to finish one of your applications for a summer internship at this law firm in Harlem that you were excited about.

You wanted to finally relax after finishing Columbia law in the top 10% of your class. You just wanted to relax and enjoy this weekend.

Craig, your mom and your uncle were the only ones to attend your graduation. They knew you didn’t want any fanfare, so your famous friends didn’t attend, and they had a show to do, but they’d sent you tons of well wishes.

We're coming up, get decent!

You chuckled and shook your head. Anthony usually raided the refrigerator when he came over. This time, you told him to bring his own snacks..

You slipped on what you were wearing for the night. Craig was in his room getting ready and you had volunteered his place, so you were playing hostess. You were surprised that he was so chill about it, actually.

“Pika Pika,” you said to yourself in the mirror then ran to answer the doorbell. It was almost 6 pm.

You opened the door for Cookie Monster and Big Bird. You burst out laughing. But you stopped when you saw Anthony's face. He had like five bags from Whole Foods that he was juggling in his blue arms.

"Jazzy!!!! There's my girl. Hey Ant! leave the food and your girl. We may run off together."

Anthony came in the door loaded down with bags and kissed you on the cheek.

“I love you Lindy, but fuck you man.” You punched him on the shoulder.

“Ow! Time to get this party started!”

Linden heard Jazzy’s Brooklyn accent turn into a London lilt as she started play fighting with Ant. They felt like family at this point.

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Ever since the launch party in January, Jasmine had pursued you as a friend persistently. You normally didn’t let anyone in because of the circumstances of your life, but Jas was oblivious to your awkwardness with normal human beings.

“Girl, you are fucking DOPE, and you are NOT gonna deny my love. I know your life has been a trip, and you don’t have to tell me all of it, but I’m not gonna let you shrivel up and be a little retiring wallflower. Life is to be lived.”

Jasmine telling you that during a Saturday brunch date in February was the key to your heart. She drew you out, and you didn’t see what value you added to her life.

But she loved you anyway. And you loved her, and of course, Anthony was part of the package.

He was beautiful, loud, talented, and reckless, but he reminded you too fucking much of Dell to be annoyed with him very long.

Your circle had certainly widened from just Craig. That was one thing for which you could thank Mark. You were working on him being a distant memory. He hadn’t lasted too long in Bay Boys, quitting soon after the musical opened in March.

Daveed’s hands and feet had ‘slipped’ one too many times during the scene when he was stomping his ass on stage. Mark cited health reasons, and publicly spiraled a bit. He was currently in rehab.

Again.

You had not heard from him and that was absolutely fine with you.

Because Jasmine was in Bay Boys and that was her life, the cast and crew became yours as well. Rafael was the type of chaotic creative genius that fascinated you; you could listen to him talk for hours.

Things with Daveed were more tricky. Ever since that awkwardness with him after the launch party, you’d kept your distance, but you hung out a lot, so you were trying to be friends.

When you and Jas and Ant and Rafa hung out and talked, Daveed was there, smiling shyly and sneaking glances at you, throwing in pearls of wisdom every so often.

He was so dope and so talented and intelligent and so freaking hot, but you were trying to get yourself together. You were convinced that night in January had been a mistake.

You needed some space. And time. Law school was no joke, and you were in therapy so entanglements was not what was up.

Daveed sensed your hesitancy and decided to stop pursuing you. But he couldn’t stop how he felt.

You were both a little wasted and keyed up the night of the launch party, and despite the way you were beautiful and intelligent and sexy as fucking hell, he was not going to press you.

Daveed was sure that you two could be something special if you would give it a chance, but he didn’t want to chase you, but he was so gone for you, that if you just nodded your head at him, he would be at your feet.

The attraction was undeniable. There was a crazy little dance you two did that everyone recognized and respected. This group seemed to know you were fragile, and that you didn’t need to be pushed too far.

But the more they persisted, the more you came out of your shell. The more you trusted, the more the old Lindy came back.

Craig noticed first soon after you started hanging with the crew when you were trying to find a place to live. He went to one showing with you and sat you down for a talk.

“Girl, I love the light in your eyes. I haven’t seen this Lindy since…well in a long time. Stay with me for as long as you want. I know you need to get through this last semester of school, you don’t need one more thing to think about. I’m proud of the work that you’re doing on yourself, Linden.”

You were grateful to Craig. His place on the Upper West Side was super convenient to Columbia, and not having to think about finding a place was so clutch. Third year was kicking your ass.

“Besides, I wouldn’t have this place if it wasn’t for…”

“Hush, I don’t want to hear that. Dell would have wanted this. I love you cuzzo.”

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Craig came out in a Sully onesie and immediately dragged Jasmine into a conversation about the Met Gala that had happened a few days ago.

You approached the kitchen where Ant stood, food all around him on the counter. You were whispering. He smiled a secret smile at you.

“I’m so proud of you doing this for Jasmine. It’s good for you all to get away. I’m glad that she got a little break. She deserves it all.”

Anthony had arranged for this little get together to be a surprise for Jasmine. This was going to be a kickback weekend.

The show was on a four day hiatus while the set was moved to a bigger theatre. It was a hit and was destined for a long run.

Ant’s green eyes lit up as you kept talking about Jasmine.

“Yeah, she does. And the woman of the hour deserves all the happiness in the world.” He lifted his beer to you.

They way he said that was weird and you were about to ask him what was up with that when the doorbell started ringing, you went to answer it and were stuck there for a few minutes as people started coming in.

The food and the drinks were flowing while all kinds of characters came in.

Now they also had Jack Skellingtom, and a Care Bear in the house to add to Big bird, Cookie Monster, Pikachu and Sully. It was an odd cast of characters who were jamming to 90's rap, eating chicken wings and basically tripping like only friends could do.

Then there was Toni, some tag-along chick who showed up with Rafa. She had on a plain gray onesie. What a downer.

You’d pegged her for a star fucker who only hung with Rafa because of who he and his friends were. The girl was too much in everyone's business.

"Sooooo. You and Mark ARE broken up for real for real. The tabloids say y’all are back together! I told my friend Susie you weren’t, but she wouldn't believe me."

You just smiled and didn't confirm or deny, treating Toni like the paparazzi. The girl was oblivious to your hate and just kept talking.

Daveed rescued you.

"Hey, Toni, show these folks how you can blow. They're setting up the karaoke machine over there. Show us what you're working with. Someone might hook you up with a gig."

Toni perked up and hurried over to Anthony and Craig, who were setting up the lyrics on the big screen to match the karaoke music. Some Bad Boy joints were up.

Rafa was behind them screaming, "Dylan, Dylan, Dylan!"

They were a scene. You breathed and relaxed a little.

"Don't stress. She's not coming with us to the island."

You looked up at the tall, fine Grumpy Care Bear who was nursing some of your special 18-year-old Chivas Regal that you had gotten for graduation. His beautiful smile shined out of his brown face and beneath the curls tumbling out of his hood.

“I’m not pressed. I’m chilling. You can do what you want. With who you want.”

“She’s not with me. Rafa brought her for the ride to the airport. And it’s not entirely true that I can do what I want. With who I want. Because what if who I want to do doesn’t want to do me?”

You knew what he meant. But you eyed his drink instead of looking at him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him. That was far from the truth. You didn’t want to get lost in him. And you could see that happening.

Daveed saw your wheels turning. You were over analyzing again. He’d spent three months observing you every chance he got. He felt like he knew your anxieties. So fucking smart, but here you were thinking too much.

"Hey Genuis Ass. Want some?" Daveed’s voice was softer as he grinned and offered you some of his drink. “Or, I could go make you something?” For some reason he wanted you to get loose.

"Nah, I'm good Diggs.” For some reason you needed to stay in control. You played it off by changing the subject.

“I still can’t believe y’all call me that.”

Daveed just smiled and nodded, chuckling a little. He craned his neck and looked at it, having to dodge a smack upside the head.

“That ass is genius, you know. That’s the one thing He Who Shall Not Be Named was right about. And you’re one of the smartest humans I know.”

You had to look at him then. The flecks of gold in his eyes tho. But you could tell from the slight redness that he was a little zooted. He didn’t get that way around you a lot, but you knew for the stories that he partied occasionally.

He and Rafa and that Toni chick must have pre-gamed. You remembered the last time you two were tipsy together.You cleared your throat and looked away.

“Why did you lie to that girl? She can’t sing.” You were shaking your head, scowling at Toni’s screeching from the karaoke machine.

He winked at you. D was well on his way to getting LIT.

"What? She can blow.” Daveed sipped his drink and watched her.

“She’ll suck your soul out and spit it back in your mouth." Daveed was loose. And so was his mouth. But he didn’t care.

Your mouth was hanging open at Daveed as you wondered what Daveed had done with Toni, what Daveed AND Rafa had done with Toni...

Shit, you were just going to ask.

"How do you know that she..."

"AWWWW SHEEEIIIITTT! THAT'S MY JAM! REMEMBER THIS LINDY??"

“No, I was like, negative 5..”

You raised your voice as he traveled away from you, smiling. He was not slick.

“Well you missed out being tardy to the party…”

He was backing toward the mic, knocking it out of Anthony’s hand and starting the rap. Rafa joined him, trading verses.

Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,

Well, it's the underground,

You know that we're down with wutchyalike

Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah

And though we're usually on the serious tip, check it out:

Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight,

We're gonna say what we like.

'Cause, yo, yo, we want to know how many people in the flow,

Would like to just let yourselves go

And doowutchyalike,

Yeah, well tonight's your night.

Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude,

Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,

And doowutchyalike,

Yeah, and doowutchyalike,

Everybody doowutchyalike

Everyone was dancing and Daveed had effectively deflected your question. But you would never forget.

By 8 o’clock, Craig grabbed the mic and motioned for Jasmine to come with him. You had enjoyed some cocktails finally, and just figured they were going to duet Wind Beneath My Wings just like they always did.

You were actually moving to the music and feeling good.

"Ok guys, whew. I'm hot. Is it hot in herrrre?" Craig was fanning himself.

“Whoooo! Nelly!”

You yelled and everyone laughed.

Craig took his hood off and started to unzip his onesie. Jasmine did the same.

You kept dancing nervously, not realizing it, looking around at the others who were also disrobing. You did a double take as D’s abs came into view. What was going on?

Craig continued.

"Lindy, I just need a minute to talk, can you stop whatever it is you're doing?" He grinned at you from across the room. "You're still moving Lindy."

You blushed and stopped fidgeting.

"Ummm, Craig, what the..."

One by one people dropped their onesies, all except Toni, who had no clue what was going on. Soon, everyone was standing in Craig’s condo in their swimsuits, looking fine as hell.

You just looked around, then in your cup wondering if you were too drunk and hallucinating.

“Lindy, you’ve worked real hard, and this past few months have been crazy, so we wanted to do something special for you this weekend, for your graduation, and for your birthday, WHICH IS SUNDAY!!”

Everyone cheered as Jasmine took the mic. “You think this party is for me. Well the joke’s on you bitch, because you have been hosting your own party!”

You opened your mouth, squeaked a little, then spoke,

"But why?.. Everybody? But what..."

Daveed moved close.

"Damn, you fine," you whispered.

Your hand flew to your mouth when he smirked in response. Everyone was rolling because turns out, you didn’t whisper.

Daveed cleared his throat. "Thank you. You’re fine yaseif. Anyway, Anthony and Jasmine have a house there, and we’re flying out of JFK tonight. In about two and a half hours in fact. So we gotta get going.”

You still had only a part of a clue of what was going on. But you couldn't resist all of this.

"Okay? But... I don't have any clothes. And I don’t have a ticket..."

Craig came from the storage room off the kitchen with one of your suitcases. Others started getting their bags as well

"Everybody's shit has been in my house for a week. And girl, you know I got your information. It ain’t nothing but a thang. Your ticket is ready and waiting. Just sent it to your email.”

Your mouth dropped open and you stared at Craig as everyone pulled their onesies back up and got their bags together.

Your eyes filled with tears that you hurriedly brushed away. Craig came over and hugged you. Then every else joined in for a group hug.

"You deserve, Lindy. Let us celebrate you."

You looked like you didn't quite believe it, but you went along. You laughed, visibly deciding to go with the flow.

"I'm down!"

Toni was nearby. When the hug broke up, she started asking questions. Your patience was wearing thin.

"I don’t believe that all these people really roll like this. Y’all wild. Susie won that bet."

You just continued to look at this fool.

"But isn’t this dope? All these famous, successful men being so fearless with their love and appreciation for Black women, of all people. Who woulda thunk they didn't want white women?"

Toni just kept saying the wrong thing. It was the "of all people" for you.

You stared daggers at your houseguest. Toni caught the look.

"Wait, are you mixed?"

You narrowed your eyes and said, "Black mixed with Black."

Toni clutched her pearls.

"Oh wow. Didn't mean to offend. I just mean everyone knows Jasmine is mixed, with her dad and all, as black as can be. But her white British mom saved her from his skin tone. I mean, she has braids in now, so you can see it, but all she has to do is blow her hair straight and she can pass..."

Toni jumped when Rafa spoke. She didn't know he was there.

"Toni. Not Jas. She's the homie."

The look in his ice blue eyes could burn.

"And you are a Black woman, so you know how dope they are. Why would anyone NOT worship at your feet?"

Lindy just sipped her drink as Craig entered the chat. "Amen!"

"Maybe it is time for you to get going, honey. I might call you when I get back."

Rafa led Toni to the door as she protested.

"But I was going to take you to the air..."

"And I APPRECIATE you Black woman, but we'll get there. See you later."

Then Rafa shut the door in her face. Linden discovered she loved him eternally at that moment. She was rolling.

No one mourned Toni’s departure as arrangements were made for cars to take everyone to the airport.

"You and Daveed can ride with us, Rafa." Ant to the rescue.

"Yeah, Jasmine loves to look at my profile." Jas pinched him so hard he jumped.

“Fuck!”

Ant was screaming as he, Jasmine and Rafa went out the door.

"Peace! See you at airport security. If you get nabbed by TSA, you on your own!”

Daveed lingered. “I don’t know if all of us and our bags will fit in one car. Can I ride with you and Lindy, Craig?”

Craig smirked at Daveed, but didn’t say anything. “Of course...you good with that Lindy?”

You tried to keep it light.

“Sure.. no biggie,” you cleared your throat and headed to the bathroom to make sure you had everything you needed.

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By the time you got to your Uber, the traffic was horrible. It took over an hour to get to the airport. You felt both anxious about missing the flight and keyed up about sitting next to Daveed in the car.

His thigh and side pressing into yours in the dark in the back of an Uber Black brought back memories of that reckless night.

When he put his arm up on the seat behind you, “For more room,” he said, in that voice and flashing that megawatt smile, you were enveloped more into his scent and warmth. You had to control yourself not to melt into him.

Craig was sitting on his phone, sneaking glances at you and smirking the entire ride. He’d insisted that you be in the middle because you were so tiny.

The whole world was against you, you thought, as you and Daveed both stared straight ahead, both flashing back to that January night.

You were the last three people to run through the airline gate just at they were about to close it. All your friends in first class cheered when you took their seats, and Rafa popped a bottle of champagne.

"Talk about cutting it close," Ant commented as Rafa gave Daveed a high five.

Daveed looked at you. You shook your head at him. Somehow, you were sitting next to him. You just decided to let it be and have some time.

“Just make sure you don’t molest me under this blanket, Ms. Marshall,” Daveed intoned when you were settled and given amenities for the night.

The flight attendant had to tell y’all to keep quiet as the cat calls went up.

Welp, you thought. This will be the vibe the entire weekend.

You weren’t mad at it. You loved these people. And you were safe. You just smiled, settled down, and looked out of the window to watch the lights of New York fade away.

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Winter Wonderland

DJ’s 10 Days of Christmas

Day 2:12.16.2020

Winter Wonderland x Emile Sandé

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Word count: 2.4 k

Warnings: This one is 18+ Guys! One F word I think, but graphic SMUT. Lots of angst, walking in the cold, hot cocoa.

A/N: Linden is back and I don’t know if everyone realizes that Linden and Holly exist in the same AU. This fic takes place immediately after Last Christmas, but wayyy after Fresh Squeeze 4. Hope you like it.

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Daveed watched as the snow covered the tarmac as he waited for his wifi to connect. The weather here was very different than in Southern California.

And the only reason he was here was because of you.

You weren’t aware that the only reason he would willingly come back to New York in the winter when he wasn’t working was for you.

You were oblivious to the fact that he loved you.

He wanted to text as soon as he possibly could after the plane landed, but even though it had been a long night for him, he knew that in New York, you were just waking up for work.

7 am was not the right time for this kind of good morning text. Especially after not communicating for weeks.

He settled for texting Rafa that he’d landed safely. It was 3 am in Cali, so he expected a response. When he didn’t get one after he’d gotten into his Uber 45 minutes later, he grinned to himself at what Rafa was up to.

When he got to his apartment, he ordered something to eat, waited for delivery, ate, and then texted you. Daveed congratulated himself on his will power. 9:30 am seemed like a respectable time to try and talk to you.

He watched as the thought bubbles popped up, on and off, for the better part of 3 hours.

While he scrolled through instagram and texted Rafa about the night before. Still no response.

While he jumped on a Zoom meeting with his team about upcoming projects.

While he straight just opened your text thread and watched for the last 35 minutes until you answered.

When he saw you respond, he felt like he could breathe again. He responded quickly and relaxed in the back of the car, remembering that first night with you, not so long ago.

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Every winter there was snow and in every snow, was you and Dell. You two worked in tandem, building a snow village until you couldn’t feel your fingers and toes and your mother called you in to dry off, eat something hot, and warm up. Then, you’d go outside and do it all over again.

Most nights, you’d huddle together in your bed, warm under the covers and speaking your special language. This lasted until you two were ten or eleven; winter was when you two were the best of friends.

So now, on this wintry morning, you lingered in your bed thinking about happiness, those memories, and hope.

You could finally see yourself being happy, and you knew that was possible because of Dell. And Daveed. He’d help you to see yourself in a new light. It was too bad that you had to cut him loose.

It had been a month since you’d seen him, sending him off with a tearful kiss in the airport departure lane.

It had been three weeks since you saw the photograph on TMZ, Daveed all up on his ex outside of a coffee shop in LA. You went numb. You ignored his repeated calls for days.

It had been two weeks since you finally picked up the call and told him to get the fuck out of your life and immediately hung up, not letting him speak.

You saw Daveed’s text at work, and wondered why you hadn’t blocked him. You didn’t respond right away, and actually forgot about it as you prepared for the first case that you were assisting on.

At 6:30, you were finally home and sitting in your window seat after a long day at the office, and watching as the snow covered Harlem.

The scene below was so soothing and romantic, and you just sighed as you watched the people pass by on Lenox Avenue.

Your phone buzzed and you ignored it for a minute, concentrating on the scene outside. Snow made you very happy. You loved the memories that came up because of it.

You picked up your phone and saw that Daveed had texted again.

You thought you made things clear the last time you talked. You tried to compose a text many times before you finally answered.

I’ll talk to you, if you walk with me in the snow. It’s one of my favorite things.

Time and place.

Ephesus Church, Lenox Ave, 8 o’clock

I’ll be there.

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You arrived exactly at 8, as the church was just down the block from your place. Daveed was already there, anxiously following your form as you came down the street.

He felt as if he wanted to run to you and grab you up in his arms, but he stayed still, shivering a little in the snow. You looked like an angel.

You suddenly remembered the richness of Digg's chocolate skin as you got closer to him standing on the church steps. You remembered how it felt on your lips as you greeted him.

“Hello Daveed.”

“Hello Lindy. How, how are you doing?”

You thought about it.

“I’m good. Really.” You smiled up at him.

“You look good.”

“Thanks, so do you.” He really, really did.

“So.. where do you want to go?”

“You pointed to the left. We can go down Lenox.”

“Cool.”

You two walked silently for about a block, passing people coming up from the subway and people coming in and out of bars and storefronts.

You kept your head up, watching the snowflakes silhouetted by the streetlights.

Daveed just watched you.

There was a man dressed up as Frosty the Snowman at the corner of Lenox and 120th street. He was singing ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”, and it was not half bad. He stopped as you approached.

“Take a picture with me. $5. Hey, are you married?”

You and Daveed looked at each other and grinned. Daveed answered him.

“No, man.” He shook his head as you passed him by.

Down the block a donation seeker was ringing sleigh bells in the doorway of a candle shop. It was a beautiful sound. There was only that melody until Daveed broke the reverie.

“You know. It wasn’t what it looked like.”

You turned your head toward him as you indicated turning the corner. You just raised your eyebrow, but didn’t say a word. Daveed deserved to say his peace.

“Look, we met to exchange some things, we talked for a long time, and we just got this good place where we can co-exist on the planet. Apart.”

You had stopped in the middle of the block, and were staring at each other as the snow fell.

“Oh.” Was all you had to say. You didn’t quite know what to do with that information.

“And then, yes, I gave her a hug, but that’s all, but that’s not how TMZ spun it. Lindy, I’ve been in a tailspin this last month without you.’

“I’ve been fine.” You had to tell your truth.

It was his turn to say, “Oh.” His heart.

“I think we needed to take a break because it was getting so intense and I was falling back into the same trap I’d made for myself with Mark.”

You looked him fully in the face.

“You were going to be all-consuming Daveed. I had to get perspective”

He sighed and said, “I get it.” He looked down the street.

“Listen, can we move? My nose is getting cold.”

You nodded and kept walking, down that block and then back up toward the church. Daveed knew the walk was coming to an end, but he stayed silent.

When you stopped in the middle of the block again, he turned back toward you, looking at you quizzically.

“This is my place. Do you want to come in and warm up?”

He knew you were moving to Harlem when he was gone, but he didn’t realize where you were.

Daveed’s heart jumped as he looked at you, so small and adorable looking in the snow under your red hat and coat.

“You sure?”

“We have to do something. My gloves are wet and my hands are freezing!”

You took off your gloves and started rubbing your hands together.

That made Daveed feel some kind of way. He stopped his black fingerless gloves. Then, he stepped forward, took your two hands between his and rubbed slowly.

It was done before he realized he was doing it.

Your eyes widened in surprise. Your lips parted and you tilted your head to the side.

You were so beautiful. Your small hands felt nice and smooth enveloped in his larger ones. He thought about the skin on the rest of your body.

You were taken by surprise by the sweet gesture, and the feel of his strong hands rubbing yours was causing a physical reaction.

All of a sudden, he dropped his hands and stepped back. He took a deep breath. He didn’t want to push his luck.

You sensed his hesitation, and were grateful for it.

“Come on.” You started up the stairs of your brownstone. Daveed followed.

You led him into your living room, and you shook out your hat and coat and offered to take his. You fiddled with the grate on the fireplace and soon, there was a toasty blaze.

You brought him some hot chocolate and curled up next to him by the fire.

You had good conversation; Daveed told you about the elementary school Christmas show he’d helped with, and you gushed with excitement about the firm.

The big speech he had planned about how you two were made for each other didn’t seem so important now. He was fully in the moment, and it was so light.

When he finished his cocoa, he put it down on the coffee table, stood up, and reached for his coat.

You stood up as well.

“Daveed.” He looked at you. “What if I wanted you to stay?”

“I don’t know. I mean should we even…”

The vibe was so pure, he didn’t want to fuck it up.

“I’m not ready for the night to end yet…” You had to say it. This was happiness, making the choices you wanted to make.

“Tonight made me happy; you make me happy”

Daveed felt the same way.

“Me too.” That beautiful smile “Soooo?”

“So. Stay.”

You put down your mug, took his coat from him and got closer. Daveed’s arms went around your waist and pulled you to him. His lips stole the gasp that escaped from yours.

You were in heaven. The kiss was not totally unexpected but what was unexpected was your reaction.

You moaned and put your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him back to the couch with you. You both got lost in the moment as Daveed pressed the full length of his body against yours.

Daveed he put one of his hands first in your hair, then trailed it down your neck and spine. He hesitated, then went down inside your jeans and felt your ass. He rubbed and kneaded it like he was trying to get it to shine.

Your free hand traveled down Daveed's neck to his chest and the hem of his shirt, going under it and his undershirt immediately. Your hand traced the muscles there.

He pulled up your sweater, causing you to come closer to him as he alternately said each word in your ear punctuated with a kiss.

"I. Just. Want. To. Make. Love. To. You." You were undone as his thumbs were inside your bra teasing your nipples.

"Yes, oh, yes, please."

Daveed smiled as he pulled back and pulled off your sweater to look at you.

Then, he watched as you stood up and took off the rest of your clothes, the firelight shining on your skin. His eyes got big as he took in your breasts, moved down your torso to your pussy. He found he was still a hungry boy.

He stood up and quickly rid himself of his own clothes. He stepped to you and his hands traveled from your shoulders to your breasts down to the warmest spot in the brownstone.

You threw your head back as his face registered how ready you were for him. You were a slippery wonderland.

He bent his head to your breasts and teased them, whimpering a little bit. He’d been dreaming of this night. Your moans echoed off the living room walls as he simultaneously stimulated you with his fingers while ministering to your nipples.

Suddenly he stopped, removed his fingers and licked them. The look on your face made him stop and stare. You were so fucking beautiful. You reached for him.

He stood there as you clutched his manhood and made him forget to think. You sank down on your knees and started blessing him in your own way, with your lips and tongue.

All that existed was your mouth and the throbbing. He had to make you stop. He pulled you back to standing.

"W-What's wrong?" You were mad. You wanted to finish your job.

"I just want to make love to you."

He said it again in your ear as he pushed you back down on the couch. He placed his hands on your knees and ran them down your thighs, opening them wide, fascinated by your cunt in the firelight.

He traced your pussy lips so slowly, first the outer ones, then his long fingers started exploring you internally.

It felt so good that you had to close your eyes and arch your back. You keened when you felt his full lips meet your larger ones down there, and fisted your hands in his hair.

His tongue was expert at having you undone within minutes, assisted by those long fingers curling inside you. The way he suckled your clit was everything and the way he looked at you as he was doing it made you come again as you kept eye contact with him.

Damn, he was good.

Daveed wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then leaned over to you, letting you taste yourself as he moved his hips in between your legs.

You opened for him and he entered you oh so smoothly He stopped in order to drive you crazy, or keep control, depending on who you’d ask.

You were connected at the most crucial point when he started to move and went through various positions on the couch, ending up with him pounding you mercilessly from behind as you rested on the back of the divan.

Miraculously, you both came simultaneously, your screams and his moans reverberating around the room.

You collapsed and Daveed gathered you in his arms, the happiest he had been in since he’d left New York last month. He couldn’t believe that California didn’t make him as happy as you did.

He grabbed a fleece throw that covered you with it. You both dozed off, exhausted.

And the fire was witness to your love.

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Read the next part: Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays.

Tonight’s inspiration is the last ep of Insecure.

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Tiny Tim

DJ’ 10 Days of Christmas extra

Pairing: Bay Boys x Holly, a lil bit of Daveed x Lindy if you squint, but mostly Bay Boys.

Warnings: Cursing, Marijuana use, angst, lil fluffy, talk of sex, animosity toward a 5 yr old. PG-13.

A/N: This story fills in the gap after Winter Song and before Last Christmas.

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Daveed was toking on the blunt that Rafa brought over later that night. The weed distracted D a little, but he still wanted the info on Rafa and you.

“I’m surprised you and Holly had a civil conversation. You two can’t seem to talk without arguing. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanna fuck her.”

“That’s funny,” squeaked Rafa after taking a toke and quickly passing it back so Diggs would stop talking.

“I think we can both agree that Holly Woods…” Daveed was getting loose with the weed, but Rafa was getting tight. He gave Diggs a side eye as he thought back to your conversation that night.

“Would you wanna get with Holly, D?” He asked and made sure that his face was fixed. Daveed could read him like a book.

Daveed stroked his beard, contemplating.

“Holly’s got body for days. That would be a nice ride…”

Rafa took a deep drag. “That body, is….yeah.” He smiled a secret smile that he had practically every inch memorized.

But Daveed wasn’t paying attention. He was thinking about Linden and what had happened. He had to get her back.

“But you know I’m on a different mission, Cash. Why do you ask? You interested?” Daveed finally looked at Rafa.

“We’re friends D. Just curious.” Rafael tried to keep it light.

But Diggs would not be deterred. “Yeah. You and Holly seem to be a thing lately.”

Rafa’s face was classic and he coughed, getting choked on the smoke. He didn’t expect that. Daveed couldn’t help but laugh.

“I just mean, every time we get together, y’all tussle. And now, we’ve got an engagement at her school Friday, right? Like, how did y’all get on the subject of her kids’ show anyway?”

“I was helping her grade papers…” Shit, thought Rafa. He was gonna end up telling D. Holly would kill him.

Daveed stopped and stared at him.

“Wait wait wait wait wait. Hold up. You helped her grade papers? Like you met at a coffee shop or something and helped her grade papers?”

Diggs was examining his friend’s face for the tell tale signs. Right now all he thought was that Rafa was a great actor.

Rafa just looked at Daveed. “Google Docs?’”

“Are you asking me, Cash?” Rafa just shrugged and took the joint back, now sullen. “You were over her place?”

“I just stopped by…”

Daveed nodded and toked again, trying not to jump to conclusions.

“I was talking to UTK earlier. He said you and Holly got into it today over his pl….”

Daveed stopped inhaling and looked at Rafael.

“Holyyyyy…What did you do over her place, Rafael?”

“Grade papers.” Rafa got up. “Look I was thinking about this last track, I- “

It wasn’t like him to not talk about an interaction with Holly Woods. He loved antagonizing you and talking about antagonizing you. It was like he had a--

“Oh, shit!”

Daveed got up and moved so he could see Rafa’s face.

“Grade papers and what, man?”

“Eat indian food.”

“And…”

Rafa looked at his platonic life partner. He couldn’t hold it any longer. Daveed would be cool, and he would beg you for forgiveness.

He dropped his head, trying to contain himself. But hell, he and D had no secrets. And he needed to talk to his homeboy.

He raised his head and grinned.

“I blew that fucking back outtttt! Rafa looked so elated.

Daveed stood there, stupefied. Rafa barrelled on.

“It was dope, I was on my King Kong shit. I had to improve from the first time. I-“

“Wait a minute.” Daveed interrupted. “How many times have you and Holly done the deed?”

“Ok, how many times did we do it or how many like, separate dates did we do it on, cause…..” He took the blunt back. Rafa looked up in the air and french inhaled.

He couldn’t even tally the exact amount of times he’d made you cum. He smiled, proud of himself.

“Does each orgasm count? Mine or hers? Cause, Diggs. I put it down.” Rafa was grinning like a fool.

“Woooow.”

Daveed’s mouth was hanging open.

“We just got back two weeks ago Rafa… how.. When….?”

“Well, when I met her the day after the party at your place, we hung out and…. Way led onto way… and we came to an agreement.”

Rafa was still holding the blunt.

“Pass that shit, bruh.” D motioned for the weed. “What kind of ‘agreement?’”

“You know. FWB. It’s just a casual arrangement. No biggie at all.”

Daveed barked a laugh at his friend, spitting out smoke in his direction. Rafa just looked at him.

“Oh, you’re serious.” D cleared his throat.

“Ok. Sure. Just casual. Was this your idea?” Daveed knew that it wasn’t.

“We both came up with it after careful planning and forethought.”

Rafa flashed back to the night when you were on your knees and told him what the deal was. He was so hard and horny that he would have given his left kidney to get with you.

Diggs read Rafa like a book, but he didn’t say anything. Rafa had called him Romeo, but Rafa was the die hard romantic of the pair when he was caught up.

And Daveed could tell he was caught up. He didn’t say anything, just passed the joint back to Rafa.

“So… why this arrangement instead of a relationship?”

“Well, we decided that we could service each other conveniently without the ties and baggage of a relationship.” He took a thoughtful smoke. And he really believed what he just said.

“What happens when someone catches feelings?”

Rafa exhaled and scoffed at his friend.

“Not a problem. We would end it before that happens. Easy peasy.”

Daveed knew that Rafa was deep in denial, but he didn’t say a word. All he said was, “Dope.”

“So, what up with Friday? I gotta be able to skate to be able to catch my flight back to New York.”

“Ah. The amazing Ms. Linden Marshall. Someone who is able to pry Daveed Diggs away from California. Is she really going to speak to you when you show up in Harlem?”

Daveed’s face fell, then he looked wistful. “I dunno. But I’m going to try.”

“Damn. D’s in muthafuckin love. A rare occurrence.

Diggs’ smiled. “I am. Four times in four decades. Seems legit.” He smiled. “I just gotta convince her that picture was not what it looked like.”

“Gotta love TMZ.” Rafa was reclining and blowing smoke rings thinking about the show. He looked over at his platonic life partner.

“Here you go again, about to get in deep with Lindy. What am I going to do for soulmate shit? I give you my heart and you give it away.”

He started laughing as Diggs started shaking his head and laughing along.

Daveed started a witty comeback, “Well, it seems that you and Ho--”

Rafa interrupted him, sitting upright on the couch.

“Wait! I know the perfect thing for Holly’s kids and for the show. We can do a mini BARS Workshop during the day and a mini final BARS performance that night. Our contributions will be…”

Rafa explained his idea for Friday. It sounded perfect to Daveed.

“Holly will love it.”

The only thing Daveed could do was laugh. He decided to let Rafa and Holly figure out how deep this thing was.

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Rafael tried very hard to restrain himself the next two days. He texted, but not too much, but when you sent him a snap of you with puppy dog ears on Thursday, he couldn’t stand it. You were too fucking cute. His heart beat erratically when he got it.

Friday morning, D and Rafa walked into Holly’s classroom at 7:45 am, ready for the day.

What Rafa wasn’t ready for, was how adorable you were with the students. He just stood and watched you, his heart doing things that he was beginning to recognize as dangerous..

You were bending down, trying to get one young man out of his jacket. He proved to be a very squirrelly 5 year old.

You were smiling and patient, and between wrestling with you, trying to tangle up his coat, and reaching for his crayons, the young man was also trying to give you a kiss.

Timothy noticed Rafa there and stuck his tongue out at him.

Rafael felt some kind of way. It was ridiculous. He laughed at himself and watched you struggle with Timmy.

“I told you, Timothy, I’ll give you a hug, but no kisses.” Your smile was beautiful and bright, and Rafa understood young Tiny Tim’s troubles intimately.

Timothy pouted up at you through his long eyelashes, and when you finally got him out of his jacket, you gave him a hug. Tim gave Rafa a look over your shoulder like, ‘I won.’

“You’re my cutie pie, Ms. Woods.”

“Awwww, Timothy. That’s so sweet.” You smiled and gave him another hug.

Rafa wanted to hurt a kindergartner. But he just smiled tightly when Tim stuck his tongue out again.

You still didn’t notice them there, so you went around and greeted all of the students. Rafa watched you with them and thought of how good of a mother you would be. Holy shit, he was done for.

While Rafa was watching you, Daveed was watching the entire scene. Finally, he came up next to Rafa and told him about himself, quietly, so the kids wouldn’t hear.

“You’re so screwed.” Daveed felt like Rafa was realizing what’s up.

Rafa just looked at him but was distracted by you calling their names when you noticed them. He looked at you and a realization dawned on him.

Rafa had caught feels for you but he couldn’t let you know. That would mean the end of everything. He had to stay cool. He had to chill.

Daveed hugged you first, and as Rafa hugged you, he savored it and looked at Daveed, not unlike Timmy did. He had no chill.

After the hug, he leaned over to D and replied, “You’re so right. I am SO screwed.”

Daveed laughed at him while Rafa spiraled into turmoil.

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 3: Daveed Diggs x OFC Reader

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

I forgot the word count and taglist this morning. I was so excited about the election! Here it is!

Word count: 5.2K

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Slow burn, Allusions to Drug Use, Co-dependency, NSFW, Allusions to Dom!Daveed, Hamilfam, Plot. 18+

Summary: Linden Marshall is a 3rd year law student at Columbia. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life-partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic. Linden’s boyfriend is Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible. They’ve been together for years, and they know everything about each other including her trauma and his addictions. She’s beginning to think the love is gone. Mark gets a role on Broadway in Rafa & Daveed’s Blindspotting adaptation, Bay Boys, and Daveed & Linden’s worlds collide. *Loosely edited.

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A/N: This week has been rough, with the election and all. I was saving this until the results were called. It’s a celebration bitches! 🥳 Thanks for reading my work and for giving me an outlet!

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45 minutes later, January 2023

The launch party was in full swing. Daveed had shaken off his funk and was challenging Bill to help them with the show, and a hot debate ensued. Bill wasn't trying to hear it, citing his integrity.

Mrs. Martinez was listening, perched on a barstool sipping a drink through a straw, her head on a swivel going back and forth between the two men. Her husband, Anthony, who introduced himself as Ant, danced with Ariana in the middle of the room.

Iglleheart’s laugh could be heard all around the venue. Of course he was talking with Sully. Lin caused a ripple in the crowd as he circulated, beard long and full of grey for his latest production. Utkarsh and Naomi were touring the room. Such a beautiful couple.

You took everything in as if you were a 13 year old fan. You’d been around famous people, Mark and his fuckboi friends, all the time, but the talent in this room was overwhelming. And they all seemed so genuinely dope. You almost died when you accidentally bumped into Les. Luckily, law school prepared you to be poised at all times and he accepted your apology gracefully.

Mark led you over to the bar, where Rafa and Malcom were lining up shots.

“Heyyyy! Mark, I was just telling D that I was glad you made it in.” Rafa gave Mark a nod and looked at you appraisingly.

“Who do we have here?” He was cute or whateva with his raised eyebrow.

“Rafa, I want to introduce you to my Love. Linden Marshall, Rafael Casal.”

“Elbow bump!” You rubbed elbows with Rafa, laughing with him.

“But if we’re going to be that formal Mark, you didn’t include middle names. Santiago, m’lady.”

Rafa clicked his heels and bowed deeply, making you laugh again.

“Marie, sir.” You curtsied, smiling prettily at him.

“This is Malcom K. Diggs.” Rafa introduced you to Daveed’s brother.

“‘Sup,” saluted Malcom, eyeing you appreciatively. He and Daveed were definitely related.

“What does the ‘K’ stand for?” You tried to ignore Mark as he shifted from foot to foot.

“Not telling.” He quipped.

“I don’t think Daveed even knows. ‘Tis one of the great mysteries of our time.” Rafa shook his head.

“Now that all formalities are dispensed with. This is how we do in the Bay Boys family. Family names. I’m Rafa, this is Malc, you’re….”

“Lindy,” you were quick to pick it up, “And this is...Mark?” Everyone laughed.

Rafa elbowed Mark in the side and mock-whispered, “She's adorable, and funny. Where did you find her?”

Rafa’s natural wingman tendencies kicked in. Although he knew you and Mark were together, he also knew his bro was interested, so he was assessing the situation.

Mark looked at you, grateful that you gave him a talking point with Rafa. “At University, Actually. NYU. Years ago. We’ve been through a lot together. Thick and thin.”

You fought the urge to wince, but instead just smiled and nodded.

“Oh, so you’re eventually gonna tie the knot?” Rafa was pushing.

Mark chuckled, having been asked the question a lot.

“I wish I could pin her down, but Lindy is a… free spirit.”

Linden glared at Mark a little bit, then turned to Rafa and smiled.

“That’s not always the end goal, Rafa. A piece of paper does not signify the amount of love, and respect.” You stopped and gave Mark a side eye without realizing it. “That two people have for each other.”

Rafa looked at you for a few seconds. “You speak no greater truth.” Then he turned back to Mark.

“Well, seems like you are one lucky fellow to have bagged this beautiful, intrepid soul. Watch out before someone snatches her up.”

Mark laughed. “Oh, she threatens, but she never actually goes anywhere. At least not for long. Isn’t that right, Love?”

You smiled tightly at Mark. Cussing him the fuck out was not what was up. Rafa read the situation like a book. Malcolm tapped him and he looked toward the stage where the cast was gathering.

“C’mon, Mark. Let’s earn our keep for tonight.”

“Excuse us Lindy.” Rafa winked at you and smiled.

You gave Rafael a genuine smile. You liked him immediately. He was cool people. You nodded as they joined the crew, not really caring if Mark came back.

You saw Rafa join Daveed at the front and then you saw him look over at you. A chill went down your spine. You shook it off.

Rafa came up and leaned into Daveed. “Remind me to tell you what I found out about that Mark/Lindy situation.”

Daveed was more interested than he wanted to be. His eyes immediately found you in the crowd and gave Rafa a little nod. Then he refocused.

LMM was up to introduce the team. He stepped up the the mic.

“So, many years ago now, Daveed and I were hanging, just spitting raps with some people in between gigs. Guys like C Jack, UTK, and Igleheart, to name a few. He found out about this crazy idea I had, and said it was the dumbest shit he’d ever heard.”

The crowd laughed, although most had heard the story many times.

“But, what Diggs also said that he was down for whatever with me. He and his best bro Rafa were along for the ride of a lifetime and they both have changed my life for good.” Lin was emotional, his eyes shining.

I am so honored to be here for the beginning of their Broadway journey and continuation of years of collaboration.” There were cheers and applause.

Lin held up a note.

“I have a note here, from President Harris.” More cheers. Daveed hid his smile in his hands and Rafael put his hand over his heart.

It reads:

“Daveed and Rafa, please save me and the First Gentleman a seat on opening night. Best wishes for a successful show. Love, a Bay Girl.”

Lin handed the note to Rafa and gave both of them big hugs.

There was yelling and screaming for a solid minute. Linden looked at Daveed’s face, and he was smiling wide and brilliant. It was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. He took the mic.

“Thank you Lin. Well, we can’t follow that. Wow. All I really wanna say is I’m so glad that all of our friends and family are here to celebrate the beginning of this journey. And our new family.” Daveed motioned to the cast. “This has been a dream for us ever since we were just two Bay Boys dreamin in The Town. Rafa, watcha got?”

He handed the mic to Rafa, who stepped up and shook his head. “So yeah, thanks Lin, you are such an inspiration. To our squad, You got us for life. Just like Diggs is stuck with me, all of you are stuck with us. Thank you for sharing this moment with us tonight.” Rafael gave the crowd an applause.

“I would like to introduce our Bay Boys crew. Of course we have Daveed Diggs as Collin, Myself, Rafael Casal, as Miles, our beautiful queen, Jasmine Cephas Jones Martinez, reprising her role as Ashley, introducing young Jabari Asher as Sean, Laura Mitchum as Val, Mark Monaco as Chet…”

There was applause as Rafael introduced the cast. “This is going to be an incredible journey, but as we have a thing we say before every performance,” Rafa made a motion with his hand and the entire cast, as well as some in the audience, said in unison,” Energy UP, Expectations DOWN.” Big cheers.

An audio track started and Daveed stepped to the mic. “Now get loose and...Get your ass down to the floor.”

The crowd roared and almost everyone started dancing, including the cast. Mark waved at you to come to the stage and pulled you up to dance. The beat of the song was hypnotic and you were into it. You didn’t think about the talk you were going to have with Mark later. At this moment, you were glad to be along for this ride.

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The night was a fun whirlwind. After drinking, dancing, and talking to all kinds of folks, you were finally formally introduced to Daveed. Mark made a point to find him, as he always seemed to be moving away from you two.

“Daveed! Daveed!” He turned as Mark called his name. Shit! He was trying to avoid this, but he was caught. He pulled a smile for you.

“I’d like to introduce you to my girl that I was telling you about earlier. Linden Marshall.”

When you heard that Mark and Daveed had talked about you tonight, you tilted your head questioningly at Daveed.

“Very pleased to finally meet you, Linden.”

Daveed gave you a smile that was devastating but did not move from his spot.

You extended your hand toward him.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Diggs. Sir.” You couldn’t help but smile at him.

Daveed wanted to hear you call him ’Sir,’ again, in a different context. Perhaps when he was behind you, grasping your tied hands behind your back as you asked for permission to cum. Hot damn.

He quirked his eyebrow at you as you offered him your hand and replayed what Rafa told him earlier about your distaste for Mark. Was your relationship real? Could you really be in love with this joker? Surely, the connection he felt with you earlier wasn’t one sided.

When you looked at him, Daveed seemed shocked, or something else, but just for a moment, as he reached for you and held your hand in his, stroking your knuckles subtly with his thumb. A shiver ran up your spine.

Daveed summoned the appropriate character for the moment. His eyes connected with yours, as he used his French courtier’s bow to kiss your hand while holding your gaze.

“Enchanté, Mademoiselle.”

It was Mark who giggled, but you both ignored him.

A jolt went from Daveed’s lips on the back of your hand to your back, which had that vague ache. You didn’t know what could help it. Daveed’s eyes held a clue as he straightened up, still holding your hand.

“Always nice to meet a new friend.” He was sucked into your brown eyes, trying not to drown. He cleared his throat.

“Oh, I have a feeling you’re got to learn a lot about Lindy, Daveed. She’s a scene.”

“A scene, Hunh?” Daveed’s smile was lethal. “That, I’d love to learn.”

You blushed and tugged your hand back reluctantly. You had visions of Daveed’s lips traveling to other places in your body. Mark was oblivious.

A stranger approached. “Hello Mr. Monaco, Dean Kinderhouse, for Rolling Stone. I wonder if we could get a quote?”

“Sure, of course.” And Mark just left Linden standing there with Daveed.

You were flustered, looking back up into Daveed’s eyes and getting lost there. The height difference made you dizzy. He was a good four inches taller than you, and you had heels on. Your mouth opened to say something when all of a sudden, you fell into Daveed’s arms.

"Oh, my bad! Sorry!" Rafa grinned at you both as he went by. You could have sworn you’d seen him give D a wink.

Daveed held you close to him for a minute, looking down at you. You could feel the hardness of his body while looking at the softness of his eyes.

Daveed reluctantly released you. You laughed awkwardly and stood up.

"Look, I'm sorry. For earlier. I should have told you....” You just hoped that Daveed would understand.

He smiled at you. Then he dropped the smile and stared. His lips were so sexy, you were looking at them as he replied.

"No worries, Lindy. I get it." You really liked how your name sounded from his mouth. Oh god, his mouth...

Daveed caught you looking, but only smiled and looked away around the room. He needed to decide which way to play this. He hadn’t been challenged like this in quite a while.

Diggs shook his head imperceptibly at Mark conversing animatedly with the reporter. His dumb ass left you with him. He could be dangerous. Daveed turned back to you. The buzz in him helped him made a decision.

“If Mark hadn't arrived when he did, who knows what you and I might be saying… or doing together right now?”

Daveed turned it on full force, inching a little closer, deepening his voice, but lowering the volume so that you would need to lean in. He paused, giving you a split second of choice. You absentmindedly chewed your lip as you stared at his mouth and thought of the possibilities.

“Yeah. Think about it. How hard, how fast, and how intensely we could be… debating right now.”

He saw you shiver, and watched you as you watched his lips as his mouth quirked up into a smile. Daveed fought the urge to ask where you wanted them. He knew the look on your face.

He simply leaned in close again and said, “Breathe.”

Fuck. For another split second, you were willing to risk it all. You whimpered and released your lip, licked it, and looked up into his eyes again.

Daveed had the urge to throw you over his shoulder and take you to the hotel across the street. If you were his girl, he’d do it in a heartbeat. And then he would explore your body as he dug out any indecision.

Then he saw the conflict on your face.

Daveed took a deep breath and a step back. “I’m sorry.”

You were blinking up at him, trying to figure out what was happening.

“I’m crossing the line. It’s not fair. To you or to Mark. However I might feel about him.” Or you, he thought. Damn, that was fast.

“You need to figure some things out on your own. About you and Chet over there.” He jerked his head toward Mark. “But I can’t lie, I feel a vibe from you, but I’m not going to push it.”

He was right. On both points.

“Mark is right, we’ve been together a long time. I love him, but…” You weren’t sure if you were still IN love with him.

But you didn’t say that part.

This was too fucking intense a conversation to be having with someone you’d just met.

“So let’s just roll it back and....”

You cocked your head in that way again. You were so damn cute.

“Welcome to the crew homie!” Wide smile, you loved it more and more. You relaxed and laughed as Mark returned with the reporter.

“Hey Love! Dean is going to get me some.. I mean he’s going to get me a cover story on Rolling Stone! Isn’t that amazing?” He looked from you to Daveed, expectantly.

“That’s great, Mark.” You tried to sound the supportive girlfriend. But you had a feeling where this was headed. You knew Mark too well.

“So, I’ll need to go with him to finish up the interview, because it will be quite long. You’ll be okay Love?”

There was silence as both you and Daveed stared at Mark. Daveed knew the scheme, get Mark high so that he would spill all the beans. He could not believe that 1. Mark was stupid enough to fall for it, or that much of a fiend, and 2. Mark was just going to leave his girl alone to get high, or that he was that much of a fiend.

In that moment, you were done with Mark.

“That’s the dumbest shit I ever heard, Mark.” You were over his shenanigans.

Mark lit up. “Capital! Daveed thought Lin’s idea was stupid too, and look how that turned out.”

Daveed put his hands up. “My name Bennet...”

“Lindy, just stay and have fun, and call the car whenever you want to leave.”

“Mark, don’t expect me to be there when you get back.”

Daveed started backing up, turned and headed to the bar. As much as he wanted to watch this, he did not need to intrude.

Mark looked anxiously towards the door, where the reporter was waiting. He was annoyed.

“What is it now, Love? Why did you make a scene in front of Daveed? I’m sure he thinks you’re the proper bitch.”

Daveed watched from the bar as your head pivoted back on your neck. Aw shit. This was gonna be good. He sipped his whiskey.

“You’re the bitch, Mark. You know what? I take back what I said.”

Mark smiled and moved closer. “That’s my Love.”

“Go. Get high and get got by that reporter. It will give me time to get my things. I’m done with your sorry ASS. I’m tired of being your fucking crutch.”

Although Daveed could not hear what was begging said, the way your neck moved left no doubt.

Mark sneered at you. “Whatever Lindy. You’ll be back. You don’t deserve to be happy and I’m the closest you’ll ever get. See you in a month or two, tops. That’s IF you decide to really leave.”

He turned in his heel and caught up with the reporter.

Daveed was now beside you, obviously worried. This is NOT what you needed right now.

“Are you okay?”

You quickly swiped a tear away from your cheeks as Daveed’s blood pressure rose. He felt like pounding Mark’s face into the ground and then remembered that he got to do that every night on stage. Maybe Mark wouldn’t get fired first thing in the morning.

“Do you need me to get…”

“What I need is to be alone right now, please Daveed?” You looked up at him, broken, and a renewed desire to break Mark’s nose arose in him. Fucking asshole.

“Daveed. We just established that we are friends. In this case, I’d love some time alone, maybe a drink or three then I will go get my shit together.”

This side of you was hard, and you were speaking from behind a wall you’d put up. You were harsh, but it didn’t put Daveed off. It made him want you more.

“Cool, I’ll leave you alone Lindy. Will you find me if you need anything? Before you go home?”

“At this point, I just need peace, or a world without men. Either one would do nicely. So no, I probably won’t come to find you Daveed. No offense.” You looked over and failed horribly at trying to suck it up. “Go. You should have fun. This is your night.”

Daveed just nodded instead of following his urge to take you in his arms. He wanted to make you feel the opposite of the pain you were feeling right now. He backed up a bit, watching you before he turned around to mingle again.

Nothing could stop the fun with his crew , but he was also sure to count how many drinks you were having out of the corner of his eyes, which he kept you in on the low.

After about five drinks, by his count, you walked a bit unsteadily to the door. It was almost midnight.

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You ordered drunk after drink chasing numb. You knew Daveed was watching you. But you didn’t care. Fucking Daveed Diggs. Should you be fucking Daveed Diggs?

Anyone was better than Mark. No. Noone was better than Mark. No. One You needed to be with no one. By yourself. No Fucking. NO Mark. No Daveed. No Diggs.

You needed to get away from his attractivation. You were going to find somewhere else to drink. You asked the bartender where the good places to drink were in Hell’s Kitchen, and he told you. There was one a few doors down. Score.

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As he went into the lobby, Daveed paused to look around. You were nowhere to be found. He went to the coat check counter and asked the girl there about you.

“Hi. Did you see a girl with hair up in a bun in a whatdoyoucallit, mauve turtle neck and white pants come out a minute ago?”

The girl looked up at Daveed and stared. Her mouth fell open. “You’re Daveed Diggs.”

She smiled at him and literally licked her lips.

Daveed wasn’t in the mood for this at the moment. But he smiled and responded.

“Yeah, that’s me. Listen, did you see my friend? She was upset and I just want to be sure she’s okay.”

The clerk smiled some more and giggled. “Yeah, she went out the front doors and headed down the street to the right.”

Shit, Daveed thought. Didn’t seem like you were in a Bently. “Thanks,” he said as he started out of the doors.

“Hey, if you don’t find her, I get off in an hour.” The girl winked at him. Daveed just smiled at her and gave her a wave, shaking his head as he went out of the door.

He looked down the street at the rows of bars and saw you go into one down the block.

“I can’t believe I’m chasing this girl,” he mumbled , as he ignored the cold and jogged down the street and into the bar.

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You felt like you were floating down a lazy river at the waterpark, asleep in the sun. You groaned and opened your eyes to see New York City going past the window of the backseat of the car you were in.

"You know you got a filthy mouth?" You’d cussed like a sailor as he pulled you out of the bar.

The owner of the sexy ass voice that uttered that did not seem upset. You looked over at Daveed and stuck your tongue out, then closed your eyes. Then you opened them again to do a double take.

Oh, yeah. Daveed found you drinking again in the bar and had to chase you down the block some more as he settled the tab when you ran away. That was fun.

"Well, Mr. Daveed Diggs, Sir. That's because I'm fucking lit, Sir. Do you fucking mind, Sir?"

Daveed looked over again and smiled a beautiful smile at you. You had to catch your breath.

"Nah, fucking love that mouth." He thought you couldn't hear him, but at the moment you had superhuman hearing. You were better than Mr. Invincible himself. The prick.

He was mad turned on at all the ‘Sirs’ but he knew you were wasted. He would teach you what that word meant when you were fully functioning.

You frowned. Daveed realized that you heard him.

Daveed chucked, low and sexy. “Didn’t mean to say that so loud.”

You laughed. "You wanna see what this mouth can do?"

Diggs gave you a sideye. "Not tonight."

You got mad for no reason. "Fuck you! I'm not down to get down on my knees for you Mr. Diggs." You crossed your arms. "I was just about to make that point."

Daveed chuckled. "Ok." Another side eye.

“Although it’s interesting that you were about to make that point when no one was discussing you getting in your knees for me. Were they?”

Daveed eyebrows were raised.

“I-I thought you said that.” You we’re trying to play it off, the sudden adrenaline clearing your head a little.

He chuckled again. “Nah. Linden, if I wanted you on your knees for me, there’d be no mistaking. I’d just say, ‘Get on your knees. Now.’”

Holy shit. The command was a deep, sexy, growl and in your current state, you could not prevent yourself from obeying. You were on your knees in the back of the SUV.

Daveed’s eyes got wide. So obedient for him. His cock was pleased.

“Linden...” it was a warning, but fuck you were perfect looking up at him from that position.

“Driver roll up the partition, please.” You smiled at Daveed.

“Linden...what are you doing?” The control Daveed thought he’d had in this situation was leaving fast.

You felt powerful as you saw the look on his face, and more so when you looked down. There was a thick, long rod in Daveed Diggs’ pants right now. You needed to lick your lips.

You were still looking at it when you asked. “May I touch, please. Sir?”

You looked up at him with that word on those wet lips and he fought the urge to fuck you five ways to Sunday. He opened his legs more and nudged his hips toward you.

“Yes, you may.” He barely got out the gravely whisper.

You placed your palm on his thigh, where his tip seemed to be, and pressed down. Your eyes rolled back in your head when you felt that it was, in fact, like a steel rod, and you tipped your head back, exposing your neck to Daveed. He wanted to grab it, but he kept his hands fisted at his sides on the seat as the car rolled uptown.

You could feel his cock pulse and you whimpered a little bit. “Damn Daveed. The things I would do.”

Your head came up and you arched your back, drawing Daveed’s eyes to your erect nipples through your shirt. He wanted to pinch them so that he could hear you yelp from the pain, then lift your shirt and lick and kiss the hurt away. But he just licked his own lips.

He couldn’t help the question. “What would you do?” Another whisper.

“Mmmmmm. First I would spit on it. Make sure it’s wet enough. Because we would need to match.”

He caught your meaning and grunted. This girl will be the death of me, he thought. He was tumbling down the slope.

“Then what?”

His tone was deep and dark. It made you shiver.

“I don’t know if I would want to give you a good hand job, or taste you? Maybe both? Yes. Both. Then, we would see how well you fit in my throat.”

Daveed was mesmerized.

“How big is it, Daveed. Will it fit? Can I fit your cock and all your cum in here?”

And then you opened your mouth. Wide, showing him the path past your tonsils.

“Fuuuuuuuck. Lindy.” You were so nasty. He’d need to teach you some manners.

The only thing Daveed could do was to pull you up into his lap and take control of that mouth with his own, before he took his dick out and did it that way.

Your first kiss was filthy. Lips, tongue, and teeth gnashed and Daveed put his tongue down the throat you just showed him. You sucked it, previewing the skills you’d just bragged about. Daveen tore his mouth away and grabbed the bun in your head, pulling your head back, nipping and biting your neck.

Your crotches together were magical, the layers of denim both preventing and causing spontaneous combustion. Just as Daveed decided he was going to fuck you in the back of this car, it rolled to a stop.

“Shit.” Your brain misfired as Daveed stopped moving, holding his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

Daveed held his finger up, trying to regain composure. You looked at it as if you were going to devour it and he quickly put it back down. He leaned back, and observed you in his lap, his eyes glowing under half closed lids.

He could feel movement from your crotch, and the thought of you clenching around nothing seemed like such a waste. Daveed could only imagine you on his lap with no clothes on and suddenly he wanted to try and find your clit.

Instead, he extended his hands toward you, put them on your hips and stopped you from squirming, which you didn’t realize you were doing. Daveed easily lifted you off him and back into your seat. You whimpered. He clenched his fists again, sighed, turned, and got out of the car.

“Hey!?”

Daveed stood outside in the cold for a minute, cooling down. This could not happen like this. He opened the door for you.

You looked up at him as he extended his hand to you. You started at it, knowing that he’d made a decision about what would happen next, and that it was probably for the best.

"Thank you."

Daveed smiled at you, real and gorgeous as you stepped out of the car. “Look. Text me when you get in. I want to make sure you made it safely.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“It’s either you text me or I see you to your door. And I think you better text me.”

You were sobered now. You nodded and put his number in your phone.

“Thank you? I’m sorry for tonight, Daveed. Shit. this is fucked up…” You started to cry.

Daveed raised his hand and wiped your tears away with his thumb, touch soft as a feather.

“Don’t cry. C’mere.” He reached for you and pulled you to him, wrapping you up in his arms. Your head was on his chest. The muscles in his back rippling underneath your hands. He felt so damn good, you wanted to stay there forever.

So you cried a little bit more. You sucked it up and stopped crying after about a minute or so. You pulled back.

“You’re right to set boundaries. We don’t need to blur the lines again. Despite the lines we crossed, you’ve been a good friend tonight, Daveed. I’m glad I met you tonight.”

“What a night, yeah?” He laughed. “You deserve friendship, Lindy.” Even though he wanted so much more in the moment, Daveed’s goal became to show you what happiness the world could hold.

You couldn’t quite believe that. Not after what you caused to happen to Dell. So you just nodded.

“Thank you Daveed.” You started toward your door. “G’night.”

“Good night, Lindy. Text me.”

“Will do, Daveed.” You gave him a small, wistful smile.

Lindy turned and went in, thinking of what could have been tonight with Daveed, if only there were no Mark to contend with.

Daveed watched her through the doors until she got in the elevator, and waited in the car until she texted, then opened his Notes app as the car rolled back down town.

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