#rafaels casal x ofc reader

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gfg Pt. 1

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

Then I was like

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay there, Daveed?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,”

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

“What you doin’ Maya?”

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

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

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

“What?”

“You know what, so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Five, sir.” Rafa hummed,

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

“I love whatever punishment you give me sir,”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Green.”

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

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

“One,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, sir.” She breathed.

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

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

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

“Raf?!”

“Give me five minutes!”

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

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

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

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

“You hungry?”

“Yeah, can we get ramen?”

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

“Sounds like a plan.”

Next Week

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

“So I’m gonna head out.”

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

“Nah, I’m a little faded.”

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

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

“Rafa, what the fuck?!”

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

“Raf!”

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

“No strings attached?”

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

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

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

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

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

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Rafael Casal

Arrivals

(Rafa x OFC Reader Holly Woods)

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

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

* = smut

Undercover Wicked With It

Lottery*

Damage, Pt. 1*

Winter Song*

Tiny Tim

Last Christmas

Damage, Pt. 2*

Verry Merry

Only Bad Choices

Lesson Learned

F*****g Sound

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Arrivals*

Rafa Mini-Series

Showrunner AU

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

Show Runner (1)*

Sundancer (2)*

Scene Stealer (3)*

Young Rafa Au

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

In and Out*

Barbie and Ken 202*

Rafa Drabbles

What is This?

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

Under the Mistletoe*

Let It Snow

A chill little Rafa drabble

You find treasure underneath the mistletoe.

In The Shallows

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

Daydreams in the Dark*

You are Rafael’s daydream come true.

Amnesia*

Rafael helps you forget a terrible day.

Tranquility*

Rafa helps with your anxiety.

Rafa One-Shots

Princess Grillz*

You and Rafa and matching grills! HBD!

Dammit, Rafa*

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

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

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

Fine*

You were doing just fine without Rafa. Right?

Everyday*

Rafa goes into character to give you your fantasy.

What That Boat Do?*

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

Cuddle Buddies*

You misunderstand Roomie! Rafa’s request.

Icing on the Cake*

Rafael gets treated like a king on his birthday.

Headcannon

Tio Rafa

Rafa offers to babysit his niece for the day.

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[anotherhamiltonblog]

The Baker & The Barber

Summary: What happens when Y/N Matches with a cute french guy over Tinder? Why does he look so much like her best friend Thomas Jefferson?

Warnings: French, Alexander being whiny, cursing. 

Word Count: 2.3K

Forever Tag: @i-know-i-can​

ENJOY

Y/N looked at the profile on the stupid app her best friend made her download and almost choked on her Lemonade. Head tilted to the side, she bit down on her lip and looked through the few pictures he had.

“What the hell…” she said under her breath and frowned. “Does Thomas have a twin or something?” She asked herself and rubbed at her forehead. “This guy… with his hair down looks so much like Thomas.”

She couldn’t help herself, swiping right, the bakery owner gasped when it said they ‘Matched’. “Oh god, Thomas will never let me live this own. I just matched with someone who looks… JUST like him.” She said to herself and put her phone down. Trying hard to not think about the app.

Instead, Y/N went to close up and make sure everything was in order for the night. Being Sunday, she usually closed the shop a few hours earlier so she could have a calm evening. Yet, when an overly cocky voice called out from the front of the shop. Y/N sighed.

“Little Miss. L/N.” Thomas’’ voice boomed in the empty shop. “What is THIS on your phone?”

‘oh no…’ Y/N whispered to herself and rushed from the kitchen and through the double doors. Eyes widening in horror as Thomas stood behind the counter, her phone in his hands.

“Who the heck is this and why is he using MY pictures?” Thomas asked and looked at Y/N.

“That’s just the thing, I don’t think he is… he’s from France. The same place you haven’t gone yet…” Y/N sighed and looked at her phone before returning to pack up some of the leftovers.

Placing them in three boxes, one for Thomas and his roommate James, then one for Y/N to take home for her and her own roommate Eliza.

“Hm… so you matched with him then?” she heard her friend say, Y/N could almost hear the smirk on the mans face. “Got something to tell me, Y/N?”

Glancing over her shoulder, Y/N raised an eyebrow. “That French men are sexy, and I hear they are amazing in bed.”

Handing him the box of sweets and sandwiches. Y/N stuck her tongue out at him before giggling and they left the bakery. Getting into Thomas’ car, she buckled in and sighed happily. Glad to be going home.

“I might go visit this barber… I’m in the need of a new trim.” Thomas glanced at Y/N who glared at the male in the drivers seat. “OK. I won’t.” he laughed and started to drive.

“So, Washington’s holding an event in a month. He want’s to know if you can take care of the cake?” Thomas asked, causing Y/N to look at him in shock.

“Me?”

“Mmhm. He loved the cupcakes I took into work a week ago. Said he wanted your expertise on the cake.” That made Y/N giggle and nod her head.

“I’ll do it. Half off.” She pulled out her phone and set a reminder in her planner before seeing the tinder app.

Glancing at Thomas, who was looking at the road. Y/N quickly sent Lafayette a small message before putting her phone away.

By the time she was left off at her apartment building, Y/N pushed herself past the doors and walked the three flights of stairs to get to her floor. “Stupid fucking elevator…” Y/N would mumble each time. “It’s like the stupid Big Bang Theory… why don’t they just fix this shit?”

Finally arriving in her apartment, Y/N entered and set down her bag and box of sweets down at the four seated kitchen table. Humming, she looked at her phone, seeing she had a message from Tinder.

After a few messages and she sent him her number, Y/N moved to her bedroom and changed out of her work clothes and into sweatpants and a lose crop top.

With slippers on her feet, she returned to the kitchen, right on time for the phone to start ringing. Seeing an unknown number, she answered the call.

“Hello?”

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Lafayette’s POV:

After a long day at the shop, cutting hair, braiding and the various styles they offer. The Barber shop didn’t take long to become popular. With the help of John, Rafael and Peggy. The four were busy all Sunday, up until the last minute. Peggy of course was happy with the movement; she was learning and being paid to go to school to get her degree in Cosmetology. He had the money to use, why not use it?

But as he was looking at the schedule for the rest of the week, Lafayette glanced at his phone that chimed with a notification. Glancing that it was from tinder, he had a match. Lafayette couldn’t help but grin. Hiding his phone when asked why he was smiling, he simply brushed it off and said it didn’t matter.

On his way home was when his phone went off again. Though, driving. He couldn’t answer. So instead, he waiting till he got home. As he messaged with Y/N, stripping out of his clothes for loose sweatpants and foregoing the shirt. He couldn’t help but grin when she sent her number.

Quickly calling the number, Lafayette waited as the line rang. He looked in his fridge for something to eat, but decided that maybe he would order in. Not in the mood to cook.

“Hello?”

He heard on the other side of the call.

“Bonjour mon cher, uh how are you this evening?” he cleared his throat and shut his fridge door. Only to grin when he head an angelic sounding laugh.

“I’m good, just tired.” He heard her sigh. “Lot’s of orders to fill today. Pretty sure I have two new burn marks… how was your day?”

“I am sorry to hear about the burn…” he frowned slightly. “But we too had a busy day. Lots of people came to get their hair done for the week.”

It was like an ice breaker, showing that they both had a tough day, that’s how Lafayette spent the next three hours. Talking to Y/N. Him asking questions of her bakery, her friends and finding out that she knew Peggy “Her sister is my roommate!” She happily giggled, which made Lafayette grin broadly.

The two of them, each with take out. Y/N with Chinese and Lafayette with pizza, He was happily surprised to see how many hours had passed. “We have been on the phone for three hours.” He told the girl, who ended up letting out a surprised gasp, causing him to grin.

“I can go if you need to do something? I’m probably just gonna shower and end up watching Netflix.”

“Well, mon chérie… I have nothing planned for tonight. Why don’t we hang up and call again in an hour? Maybe we can video chat?” Lafayette asked, hoping he wasn’t coming off too strong.

“That sounds perfect!”

He was happy that she agreed, so once they both hung up. Lafayette cleaned up the mess from the pizza and went to take a shower himself. The hot water relaxing his aching back and muscles. He let out a sigh and stood there under the hot water for a little while longer before washing up and stepping out. Once dry, he threw on some basketball shorts and a random black shirt.

An hour couldn’t have gone by faster, soon they were on video call and Lafayette laughed at the sight of a coffee and a computer screen.

“Did you go and get a coffee?” he asked curious as the camera was flipped.

“Nope! Eliza, Peggy’s sister just got home and brought me a hot chocolate. No more coffee after Nine. Or else I’ll never sleep!” she laughed and bit on her lip at the sight of the man.

“Oui, I agree with that. I have too much coffee sometimes.” He grinned and glanced around his apartment. He lived alone and it was lonely sometimes. He wondered what it would be like to have a roommate.

“So, what are you going to watch?” He asked, remembering seeing the Netflix logo on her computer screen.

“Hmm, I was thinking of seeing Harry Potter.” She shrugged and Lafayette watched her bite down on her lip as she wasn’t looking at the screen. “I’m a huge Potter fan and have yet to go to the Harry Potter World at Disney. It’s sad.”

“Well, I have never watched Harry Potter… or gone to Disney. Maybe we can meet up one day and have a… how you say… a uh, movie marathon!” he nodded and grinned.

“You mean… Netflix and chill?” he watched her face make a cringe.

“Non! No! Just the Netflix part! You have my word, mon chérie!” he quickly said, not wanting her to think all he wanted was to sleep together.

“How about we meet up in person first before making those kinds of plans?”

Nodding, the two fell into comfortable conversation. Her about her childhood and Lafayette told Y/N about his time in France.

As they were both laying in bed talking, Lafayette was flipping through the channels of his tv, telling her the plot of a movie he had seen. That was when he heard the heavy breathing. Looking at his phone, the same phone he took his eyes off for just a minute. Seeing Y/N asleep, he smiled fondly and said a ‘goodnight’ before turning off the call and putting his phone down. Going to sleep himself.

The week went by the same. The two would text and call each other each night after work, deciding to not bother the other while at work, only during their lunch break and in the mornings. Though, her morning always started before his, Lafayette would always wake up to a “Good Morning” message.

Making plans to meet on Saturday, they agreed to have it so they would meet up with a group of friends so it wouldn’t be awkward or anything.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Thursday.

Friday.

Saturday.

Having met John’s friends throughout the week, they all found time to stop by the Barber shop. Lafayette got along with all of them. They had agreed to go to the bar on Saturday with him and of course, Peggy would bring her sisters along.

“Though, I’m sure Y/N already asked them!” she giggled at Lafayette who glared at her and told Peggy to get back to work. Only so she would stop teasing him.

Now the big day arrived, and he was excited, Y/N had been telling him how she was excited to introduce him to her long-time best friend, Thomas. The same Thomas who she swore he looked alike.

Arriving at the bar in a group of five, Rafael also there with his girlfriend Ashley. They found a large table for their group and a few minutes later, Lafayette went to the bathroom.

Y/N’s POV:

Pacing the outside of the bar with Thomas, Peggy, Angelica and Eliza. Y/N felt like she was going to throw up. “I can’t do this!” she turned to leave, only to be stopped by Thomas and she groaned as she was shoved into the bar. The sisters making way to the table with everyone and Thomas went to the bar with Y/N knowing she was worried.

“It’s gonna be fine, doll… he’s gonna love you, ok? I mean look at you… you’re what the kids call a Cinnamon bun!” he tried to pinch her cheeks, but Y/N slapped his hands away with a pout.

“Bitch…” she huffed and turned. “Get me something to drink, I’m gonna go use the bathroom and try not to throw up.” Without another word, Y/N entered the bathroom to try and calm her nerves.

Thomas’ POV:

As he waited for his drink, Y/N’s drink and the three sisters. Thomas tapped his finger against the bar counter waiting. Watching the game on the tv that was hung up.

“God Lafayette. The sisters I told you about are here… meaning so is Y/N and that Jeffershit. You’re going to Hate him like I do. I can just feel it, that nosy… cocky… son of a ….” Turning around with an eyebrow raised, Thomas looked amused as Alexander let out a loud, somewhat girly shriek.

“I’m sorry, what was that you were saying about me, Hamishit?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest.

“Wh- WHY IS YOUR HAIR UP LIKE THAT?” Alexander demanded to know, and Thomas rolled his eyes.

But before he could say anything, he was frozen. Seeing a man who looked just like him standing before him. ‘No wonder dumbass Hamilton got us confused.’ He thought to himself and when Y/N came over as well. She looked between the two man.

“Dude… you got some amazing D.N.A.” Thomas said with a nod of his head, hoping to break the weird silence.

“Merci mon ami… You as well!” Lafayette nodded, only to look at Y/N with a grin. The two, after telling their friends they would find a table to get to know one another.

Thomas was left there with a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Remembering stories of his mother tell him of the twin brother he should have had but he was taken when he was just a baby.

AN: I DID IT! I WROTE MY AU IDEA. WOWOW this is gonna be fun. Should I have started this with all my WIPs??? Probably not, but oh well. I HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT!

AN#2: ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 246 FOLLOWERS!! I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!! this one is for all of you <3

PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK, Reblogs! Hearts!

Send an ASK if you wanna be tagged!!! THIS IS MY SIDEBLOG! My main is @Katierpblogg so if that blog replies, ITS MOI 

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This. Is so beautiful. 😍

Here’s something from the next Rafa x Holly fic

Story Line Tag

Share a few lines from a WIP you are working on!

Here’s mine from Twin Connection: 

There was a pregnant pause before Chris finally peered over to Marnie. She noticed that his eyes were welling up with tears and she inwardly groaned, desperately wanting to run to him and embrace her husband tightly against her bosom. Nevertheless, Chris was no child, and although he would act similar to their daughter, Carrington, with his shameful temper tantrums and mood changes, she could not treat him as such. And to be frank, he was getting quite a lot of coddling already from his mother. “Marnie, sweetheart, I apologize for my behavior in Miami. You are an incredible Mom and I truly appreciate you. I…j-just get insecure at times.”

Marnie’s eyebrows rose in confusion. “Insecure? About what exactly?” She gazed at the psychiatrists. “I have no idea where this stems from, Dr. Tennant.”

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If the 100 smut dialogue prompt requests are still open, can you do #7, #23 and #68

Ok. So I got caught up with this one. In addition to smut there’s plot and angst and fluff. Coming in real soon.

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I'm glad you have a lot of Rafa asks. He's just...

He is EVERYTHING.

Current situation: Tearing my mind away from Rafael Santiago Casal so that I can write my other WIPs.

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Writing inspiration in my ear rn.

H.E.R. - Damage

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I'm gonna start this off by saying that I adore your writing and I'm in love with Fresh Squeeze and Arrivals.

I do kind of agree a little with the other anon though. Sometimes when I'm reading (a Linden fic, for example) I have a clear picture of her in my head. And I love her. She's her. But; when you start using the "you" pronouns, my brain switches to a character I see whenever I'm reading a reader insert (which is NOT Linden.)

My brain gets confused then. Because I was engrossed in Linden's story, and then it flipped when I read "you" and now succenly it's Nikki calling Diggs sir in the back of the uber, and I'm like "wait a minute......." does that make sense?

I'm not gonna stop reading or anything because, like I said, I adore your stuff. It just gets a little confusing to follow every once in a while.

I see how one can get confused.

But it’s my writing style.

I don’t want you to stop reading, just know that it’s probably not going to change. 😊

Thanks for the ask! 💕

[elocinnicole]

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

Confessions Part Two

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

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

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

Requested: Yes, by Anon

Word Count: 4K

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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

Confessions Pt. One

December 2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I mean can you blame me?”

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

“I know Key, I know.”

“How are you though?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Not if you only slash three tires,”

“Key!”

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

“Yes, what time?”

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

“Sounds good Key!”

“Okay sis, I’ll see you later.”

“Okay Key, bye.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can’t take her?”

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

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

“Fine, we’re going to the park.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, I guess this is it?”

“Yep, take care of yourself Daveed.”

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

“Sure,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Figure what out?” Kenya questioned

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get the fuck out Daveed!”

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

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

“You forgot something,”

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

“Get the damn dog and go Daveed.”

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

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

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

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

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

Went to my Mom’s.

Thanks for letting me crash.

-Diggs

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kenya, can I come in please?”

“No, I’m mad at your ass too Rafael.”

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

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

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

“Fine,”

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

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

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

“Kenya—”

“Nope, I don’t wanna hear it!”

“Kenya, sit down!”

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

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

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

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

“Fight?”

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

“Diggs said that?” Rafa asked shocked

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

“Damn, I just figured…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanna smoke?”

“Hell yeah,”

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

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

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

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

“Keyari probably would’ve swung,” Kenya laughed

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

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

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

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

“What about Daveed?” Rafa breathed out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two Months Later

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

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

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

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

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America's Ass

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

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

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

Word Count: 2.7K

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

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

2019

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

“Hey Mia, hey girl, where’s Lena?”

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

“We’ll see.” She sighed getting comfortable

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

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

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“What I just said,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good night Rafael,”

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

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

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

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

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

“An apology?”

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

“What do I need to apologize for?”

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

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

“No,” She sobbed

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

“No,”

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

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

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled

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

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

“What’s your favorite color?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m good.” She barely got out

“Good, what’s your favorite color?”

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

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

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

“What did I say?”

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

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

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

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

“Green,”

“Good girl,” Lena blushed slightly at the praise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, all this for me?”

“Yes, Daddy it’s yours,” Lena whined

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

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

“Fuck!”

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

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

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

“Damn, this is America’s Ass,”

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Rafa, please move.”

“Who?”

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

“I think I need another apology.”

“Please,”

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

“Would I ever disrespect you?”

“N-No,”

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

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

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

“Where you want it, baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you find your panties?”

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

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

“Yeah,”

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

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

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Very Merry

​​Pairing: Rafael Casal x Ofc Holly Woods

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

1Kinktober Kink: Voice Kink/ Phone Sex

Word Count 1.5K

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

For more context read the Holly Rafa fics here.

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

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

You up?

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

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

I know.

You paused and smiled. He was very observant..

Question is, why are YOU up?

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

With D.

He’s passed out on the couch, right?

You know whattup, lol.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yo. What up?”

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

You tried to maintain decorum.

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

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

“I’m about to go run.”

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

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

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

Houston weather was seldom cold.

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

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

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

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

You two laughed at his rap game.

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

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

“Mmmmmmmhmmmm. For research.”

The smile was evident in your voice.

“Yes. Visual researchhhhhh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah? Where are your hands?”

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

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

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

“Fuck, D-damn Rafa....”

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

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

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

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

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

“Gotdamn…”

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

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

Your hand moved to obey. You moaned again.

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

“Oh shit.. Rafaaaa!”

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

Rafa’s croon in your ear started the avalanche.

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

“Oooooohhhhh!”

Your hand was moving furiously now.

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

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

“You better not cum until I tell you.”

“Rafa!”

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

“You better…. FUCKING… not!”

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

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

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

“What happened Holly? Cat get your tongue?”

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

“You made me drop my phone. Fucker.”

You laughed, still trying to breathe.

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, he stopped laughing.

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

Your eyes widened as you considered the possibilities.

“Merry Christmas, Rafa.”

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

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

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Only Bad Choices

#RampItUp1Kinktober Day 11

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Ofc Holly Woods

Summary: You’re a good girl, Holly Woods.

1Kinktober Kink: Praise kink

Word count: 2.3 K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, mutual pining, innuendo, explicit talk, pms symptoms fluff, jealousy, praise kink, fingering, kitchen sex, d/s if you squint, Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

For more context read the Holly Rafa fics here.

A/N: Another holiday fic for 1Kinktober. I’ve rediscovered my love for Rafa and Holly! 😍 This is for the 11th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me!

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

“Goood girl. Good fucking girl. Ooooh, I love it when you lick me, yeah. Pretty little good girl.

You rolled your eyes as Rafa played with Mia. You knew that he was trying to get to you, but you weren’t biting. Or licking for that matter.

You headed into Naomi and UTKs house to help get things together.

You didn’t have time for his trifling ass.

You’d come back from Houston early after Christmas, lowkey stoked to see him in person after all of the big talk over the phone. But you didn’t want to seem so desperate. You came back, and gave him a text which he left on read.

Cool.

You went to grab a caffeinated beverage at Hilltop and you saw Rafa’s motorcycle outside. You quickly used your camera as a mirror to make sure you looked presentable and went in to see Rafa laughing and talking with a pretty brown skin girl with dreads.

So this is why he wasn’t rushing to return your text. Cool.

You pretended you didn’t see them after looking Rafa in the eye and went to the register.

“Hey.. Holly! What up! I didn’t realize you would be back today…”

You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes. You’d told him that the other day, although it was after he’d cum, so…

“Yeah. Back on the coast.”

You glanced over at the girl again, who was staring down at her phone. The barista handed you your order and you got ready to jet.

“Well, I gotta go unpack, so…. See ya later.”

“Wait… Holly…” but you were not stopping and not looking back. You’d played yourself.

Rafa knew what was up as soon as he saw you glance at Gina. Fuck. He checked his phone and saw the missed message. He honestly thought you would be back on the 30th. It was the 27th.

He really missed you and was looking forward to spending the day all up in them guts when you returned, but it looked like you were feeling some kind of way.

He sighed and then remembered that Naomi had planned brunch for tomorrow. He knew you wouldn't miss that. Rafa smiled as he walked back over to Gina.

It was a Festivus celebration with the homies. It was something between Christmas and New Years that everyone could celebrate without religious overtones. And it was always a movie.

You knew Rafa would be there, so you wore your tightest black jeans and a new Rocket’s hoodie that you’d cut in half. You used the new body butter you got for Christmas. You knew you were fly.

You’d walked past Rafa on the way into UTK and Naomi’s and heard some dog perk up. You weren’t sure if it was Mia or Rafa however. You were early, helping Naomi to set up.

She needed to drop her kids off at her mother’s house across town and UTK was running late from the set, so you stayed and continued getting food ready as she ran out. You looked out the kitchen window and saw Rafa coming toward the house.

“Shit,” you shook your head as you peeped him.

You were busy chopping veggies when he came into the kitchen.

“Hey, Holly. What’s shakin’?”

He was jovial, as per usual

“Hello Rafael.”

The ice in your tone was unmistaken. Rafa shivered exaggeratedly as he moved closer to you.

“Why so cold, Holly?”

You turned around with the knife in your hand. Rafa put up his hands and backed up.

“Hey, chill. I know you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset Rafa, just not in the mood.”

Rafa spoke in soothing tones, not knowing but sensing what his voice did to you.

“Not in the mood for what? That’s not what you said the other morning, Holly.”

You turned back around and continued chopping.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rafael.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, even if you refused to look at him.

“There you go…” he paused.

“Well, it was a great Christmas morning. You talked me through rubbing one out like a champ. You give great phone sex, Holly.”

You slowed down, memories of that morning coming back and trying to mellow your harsh. You wanted to stay strong.

“Remember? We talked about what we would do to each other when you got back?”

“Oh?” You started chopping again. “You didn’t get what you needed from that cute little dread head yesterday?”

Rafa chuckled and you saw red again. Muthafucker.

“I knew you were tight about that. Gina works for the Hollywood Reporter. And she’s a friend. She was interviewing me. Nothing more.”

“Oh.” Shit. “I don’t care.”

“Right.”

Could you have caught feelings for him too? Rafa didn’t want to risk it. But he wanted to have you. Right now.

You turned around, this time with no knife.

“It's just we talked about you hitting it raw.”

Rafa looked you up and down and licked his lips.

“Oh yeah. I remember.”

“I got the shot, we got tested together. But if you’re putting your little white stick in every fun dip in LA…”

Rafa laughed at you.

“My ‘little white stick.’”

He walked toward you, and your stomach flipped.

“If I recall, that’s not what she said.”

You bristled.

“Who is ‘she’???”

Rafa stopped and put his hands up again.

“Hey. It was a joke.” Now he was worried.

You heard yourself and dropped your head. You were tripping. Hard.

“I’m sorry Rafa. I’m…. a little moody. You know, that time of the month? Bone who you want. I really don’t care.”

“Ohhhhhh! No worries, Holly. And I am boning who I want.”

Rafa winked at you and started moving around UTK and Naomi’s kitchen.

“Cramps? Does your back hurt? Nauseous?”

You couldn’t help but smile as Rafa located the tea kettle and started filling it up with water. After he turned it on, he went to the pantry and grabbed some Ginger tea.

You shook your head, and smiled.

“I’m not actually onnnn, right now, just in a few days. I’m just irritable, moody….

“And I’m irritating and irky. I get it.”

You chuckled and ducked your head. He was a really sweet guy. The kettle started whistling.

Rafa turned it off then got you a cup and some honey from the cupboard.

You prepared your tea and started blowing on it to get it to cool. Rafa watched your lips and shifted.

“So.. no physical symptoms yet?”

He was being serious, so concerned. Shit. Good guy Rafa was about to fuck around and make you fall for him.

“Ummm. My breasts are swollen and tender…” You looked away as you sipped your tea.

You looked back at Rafa eyeing your hoodie and licking his lips.

“Well, shit, Holly. Can I help you with that?”

The mischievous glint was back in his eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“You are a pure fool, Rafa.”

You put your cup down and then turned back around to finish chopping the vegetables.

“You can help with this food.”

You two made light work of what was left, and in 20 minutes, you had everything ready. There was over an hour until the guests arrived, and Naomi texted that she wouldn't be there for 45 more minutes.

Rafa was on his phone on the other side of the kitchen, when you told him, then you turned back around toward the sink, looking over the driveway and little courtyard to the guesthouse where Rafa was staying.

“You know, this is a pretty little view. It’s so cute.”

You smiled a little to yourself, dreaming of your future house.

“I’d have to agree, if you talk about what I’m looking at right now.”

You looked at him over your shoulders, so fucking cute. And you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m serious, Holly. You’re a fucking sight for sore eyes.” You heard him getting closer. “Your eyes, your skin, that bodyyyy.”

Rafa grunted a little as he stared at your butt.

“You’re looking mighty good in them jeans, Holly. That ass is like..boom pow.”

He was standing so close to you now, waving his hands around your ass as if he were casting a spell. You could feel his heat. But he didn’t touch you.

You raised your head and looked out the window. He was making you weak. He started breathing down your neck, making you wet and your nipples hard.

“The last time I had the pleasure of you, I couldn’t believe how good you felt around me. Your mouth, your hands, your pussy. I don’t remember ever having better. That pussy has wiped my memory of all other pussy. Holly, it’s that good. Pussy takes me so fucking well.”

You swallowed to keep from moving. He was flooding your panties.

“I have all kinds of plans for that beautiful cunt, Holly. I need to say hello to my little, tight friend.”

He was right there, silk voice in your ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Holly. I just want you to bless me again.”

He put his arms on the counter on either side of you, still not touching you.

“I would be so fucking honored.”

“Hmmmmm, Rafa…”

You finally gave in and leaned back into him, grinding your ass into his crotch, which housed his hard cock. No, it wasn’t little.

Rafa pulled you into him harder, and then started moving them up your waist.

“Skin so fucking smooth Holly. And it tastes so good, like velvet chocolate.”

He was nuzzling your neck inside your hoodie.

“Smells delicious, to. I can just have my lips on you all day. Especially your delectable little pussy. Mmmmmm.”

This man and his words. Fucking kryptonite.

Rafa’s hands were still on the move, nearing your breasts.

He gently held them in each hand as he ground you against the sink.

“Good girl. Not wearing a bra.”

You almost died.

“Now these, are a work of art, but I see what you mean when you say they are swollen. I would love to see them. The feel so soft right now, Holly, fuck.”

He gently pressed on your nipples and carefully twisted and…

“Fuck, Rafa!”

Rafa groaned into your neck. “Mmmm. You want to?”

His left hand moved back down to your jeans and loosened the button, plunging his long fingers into your heat, bringing your slick back up to your clit to start rubbing.

“Can I? Will you be a good girl for me and let me fuck?”

He started speeding up. You started moaning.

“Be a good girl and wait for me, Holly. Don’t cum yet. Can you be.” He stopped.

“A good?”

Plunge and swirl.

“Little.”

Plunge and swirl.

“Girl?”

It seemed like it had been so fucking long you weren’t going to be able to hold it. Especially the way he was fucking your mind right now.

Rafa keyed in on something when you were in Houston, and he squeezed your breast as you pulse and release onto his fingers. You bent over the sink to catch your breath, then turned around to face him.

“Oh. Holly.” Rafa tsked at you. “There are no bad girls, only bad choices.”

He started unbuckling his pants.

“Fortunately, I’m still going to give you this dick.”

You nodded and pulled down your jeans, hopping up on the sink as Rafael, pumped his cock and pulled you close, leaning down to pull up your hoodie and suck it, but not too hard. You threw your head back and moaned as he swiped up and down your slick.

“Been too fucking long….”

It had only been a few days, but you and Rafa were addicted. Might as well admit it. He looked up into your eyes, his ocean blues holding yours as he breached you, watching your face as you registered his girth.

“Thaaatsss it, Holly. Take it. Fuck you take it so well. That’s why I had to give it to you…”

He palmed your ass and brought you closer as he pounded you out over Naomi’s sink. She would murder both of you if she knew.

But you were only thinking of that dick as you held on to Rafa’s shoulders.

“Look at it.”

You looked down to where you two were joined and gasped, mouth open.

“Yess,.. That fucking mouth. I’m going to have that later.”

You just nodded and continued looking at his dick fucking into you.

“You still need to be punished for disobeying me, even though you’re taking me so well right now.”

You snapped your head up and Rafa smiled.

“Yeah. Such a good girl. Who needs some consequences.”

He squeezed your nipple a little harder.

“Happy. Fucking. Holidays. Holly.”

Rafa snapped his hips into you with each word and you came again, convulsing around his dick and milking him. Rafa dug deeper as he pulsed inside you. You felt his warm cum and felt so comfortable. You slumped into him as you experienced his cock pumping inside you. Learning to breathe again.

Rafa held you for a moment, cherishing the warmth himself. He had to have more.

Your phone buzzed on the counter. You reached for it, Rafa still inside you. Your eyes got wide.

“What?”

“Naomi is at the corner store. Wants to know if we need anything. I’m going to say ice.”

“Shit!” Rafa said. “Good thinking. She needs to wait for someone to get it for her.”

Rafa was grabbing paper towels to clean himself up as you ran to the bathroom and got yourself together.

When Naomi walked into the kitchen, she was greeted by the strong smell of Fabuloso. Rafa was sanitizing the sink.

“To what do I owe this, Rafa?”

She went over and kissed him on the cheek as she looked for a cooler in the pantry. You walked in and gave him the look.

“Oh, I just spilled… something in the sink. Thought I’d clean it real good.”

Noami shrugged, non plussed. She looked from you to Rafa. Then back came over to you. She thought you still hated each other.

“I hope you weren’t a bitch.”

She thought she was speaking so that Rafa couldn’t hear. But he did.

He winked at you as Naomi turned to get something.

“No worries, Naomi. Holly was a real good girl.”

Was I a good girl? 🥺

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Be a good girl…

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Round Two

Day 29 Of #RampItUp1Kinktober

​​Pairing: Bay Boys x Reader

Summary: Rafa and Daveed and Quinn go for round two.

1Kinktober Kink: Theesome

Word Count <500

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, MMF sex, oral (m/f receiving, spit roasting, cum play, allusion to double penetration. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

For more context read Greatest of All Time

A/N: This is for the 29th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! 🧡

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

Rafael was eating you out, spread out on the bed and going to town.

Daveed sat in the chair and watched, listening to your moans and watching your breasts as you rolled and pinched your nipples and moaned beneath Rafa’s attention.

“Fucking delicious.” Rafa looked up from between your legs.

You squirmed to the edge of the bed, watching Daveed rubbing himself in his towel, which was now making a tent.

D uncovered his cock. It was a strong, long arrow, the large mushroom tip weeping with his excitement.

You reached your arms toward him and made grabby hands. Diggs moved toward you and you started pumping him, hand sliding up and down his shaft. You turned your head towards him as Rafa ate you out, and he took the opportunity to run his leaking head against your lips.

Rafa reached up and tuned your nipples, causing you to arch your back and dig your ass into the mattress. He captured your thighs to make you inmobile as he chased your clit.

Rafa momentarily made you forget about Daveed until you opened your eyes and saw that he was stroking himself with his mouth open, eyes fixed on your face for your reaction to what Rafa was doing.

“Daveed. Need you too.”

He couldn’t help but stand up and move closer at your words.

He kept stroking and moved until his thighs hit your head. He reached down and put his hand in your hair, stroking your scalp through your dense curls.

You sucked Daveed’s balls and stroked him off while Rafa stroked your insides with his long tongue. D leaned down and kissed you while Rafa made you cum on his face.

D’s hand moved to your breast, pinching your nipple as you climbed to your high, and helping you climb higher.

Rafael and Daveed help you switch positions, head still foggy from your orgasm. And suddenly Daveed was splitting you open from the back as you tried to deep throat Rafa’s thick dick.

He was holding your hair and fucking your face faster and faster while Daveed was pulsing inside you. They both heard the sounds you were making as you slurping on Rafa’s cock and it urged them on.

“Fuck. Swallow that shit.” Rafa’s voice was smooth gravel.

And you did as Daveed pulled out and finished on your ass.

You slumped down on the bed, face first, as Rafael took the seat Daveed had occupied and smirked as his friend said, “Oh shit.”

Diggs made eye contact with Rafa.

“Gotta clean up the mess I made.”

He leaned down and licked your ass clean of his cum, including between your cheeks.

By the time he was done, you were ready for him in your tight hole as Rafa said, “Let’s ride,” as he slid underneath you and Daveed.

I hope you found it short, but sweet! 💕

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Gym Rats

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

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

Part One Rating: M for language and sexual situations

Word Count: 2.8K

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

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

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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October 2016

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, yeah I’m next door. Daveed.”

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Never heard someone tell you no?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It costs, $3,500.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Daveed Diggs?” Tierra raised an eyebrow

“Uh, yeah.”

“Bitch do you know who that man is?”

“He’s an actor?”

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

“Damn,”

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

“Oh wow,”

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

“Sounds like someone is a super fan.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Girl, I’m still shaking.”

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

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

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

“Yes, we have to celebrate.”

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

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

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

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

“Sugar?”

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

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

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

“I guess man,”

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

“Fuck that, ain’t no way.”

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

“I haven’t been that bad.”

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

“Bruh, that ain’t fix nothing.”

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

“So you just giving out pussy like Oprah,”

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

“And I’m in need of some pussy?”

“Precisely Diggs!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? No, I—”

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

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

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

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

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

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Greatest of All Time

Pairing: Bay Boys x Reader; Rafael Casal x ofc reader Quinn Holland x Daveed Diggs

Word count: About 8K (It’s long 😬)

Setting: Los Angeles, Fall 2010. I know that D and Rafa were probably still in Oakland in 2010 and that the “Hobbes and Me” shorts didn’t exist until 2014, but work with me here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, SMUT, threesome, mmf, spit roasting, anal sex, edging, oral (m,f receiving), double penetration (did I really just type that?), drug use, unprotected sex (this is pure fantasy! Wrap it up, especially with multiple partners.) Not so much angst as anticipation. This is filthy. Porn with Plot my heaux. 

A/N:  This is for @ohsoverykeri​. I had to think about this one a lot before I wrote it. I finally did it, and I’m sorry not sorry for this sin.

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Fall, 2010. LA

“Hey Quinn!” 

Archie, the mailman, almost tripped as he stopped short to speak to you as you entered the courtyard. 

“You’ve got mail.” He tried to sound like the AOL notification.

“Thank you Arch!” 

You giggled at his joke and smiled wide at him as he handed you your mail. Daniel from down the hall was going to his mailbox.

“Hey. Can I get mine?” 

He held out his hand to Archie who scowled at him and snapped, “It’ll be in your box, per regulations.”

“Aw. Don’t do him like that Archie. Be nice.” 

You pouted at him and he huffed and dug in his bag as he got Daniel’s mail. He slapped it into his hand.

Daniel just smirked and shook his head. “Thank you.” Then he turned to you and smiled. “Quinn. Hit me up sometime.” He winked at you.

You suppressed your knowing smile and nodded back at him.  “Take it easy Daniel.”

“See you later Archie!”  You waved as Archie watched you leave. 

You’d moved to LA  last year as soon as you graduated from Cal State. 

Even though it was almost a tenement, you loved your apartment building near downtown LA, and not too far from home, San Pedro. 

Almost everyone in the complex was a poor, struggling artist. And you were having the time of your lives.

Making and keeping friends kept you safe, and plus you were a people person.  

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Later that afternoon, you were sitting on your balcony, such that it was, in your yellow swimsuit, getting some sun and smoking some premium.

You saw an old beater Honda pull up with boxes hanging out of the hatchback.  

A fine ass white boy with hella swag and a tallish, lanky, bronze-skinned guy with a curly fro climbed out and grabbed some boxes and headed for the courtyard. New neighbors.

You leaned your chin on your fist and nodded at them as they smiled up at you. Your ‘fro was blowing in the wind.

“Yo. I told you this place would be dope. The views are everything.” 

He stopped and looked up at you. Wow. His eyes hit different. They were a captivating sapphire-emerald color. He balanced the box on one hand and looked to the taller dude while gesturing toward you.

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!”

Curly Fro took off his sunglasses and angled his head back to give you an appraisal.

“The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on,” He replied and grinned up at you. 

Damn, they were fine, but you just rolled your eyes.

“Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.”

The two grinned at each other and then back at you.

“So you’re an actor as well.” Emerald Eyes seemed impressed.

You leaned back and shrugged. “A creative. But Isn’t everyone in LA?”

“True,” said Curly Fro.

“Word,” said Emerald Eyes.

“See you around,” you waved, got up and went back into your apartment. 

You weren’t about to flirt with them. 

Yet.

“Daammmmmmnnn.” 

“Yeah, she fine fine.”

“Off limits?”

“Yeah, can’t get it in with a neighbor.”

“Bet.”

You smiled as you heard their banter.

They had no idea.

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You let them get settled and on Friday afternoon, you baked them a welcome to the neighborhood present, and introduced yourself properly. 

“Hi, I’m Quinn.”

Curly Fro stared at your free-range tits in the thin  t-shirt you were wearing.

“Hey, I’m Daveed.”

Emerald Eyes stared at your bouncing ass in linen pants as they let you in their apartment with the pan of brownies. 

“What’s crackin’? I’m Rafael.”

“Nice to meet you.�� I have pot brownies.  Want some?”

It wasn’t even a question.

You all got high together, your friendship secured by the end of the night. 

Over the next few months, you three would hang out, run lines for gigs and share the best places to find part time jobs to get by.

Rafael and Daveed really enjoyed having you as a friend because you were so dope. You were a happy, giggly individual, yet, when people had a real conversation with you, most found that you were actually a serious, intelligent person. 

You were very open and spontaneous, flowing with how you were feeling at any moment. Although you were young, 25, you were grown and knew what you wanted.  

What you wanted was to experience life.

And although the vibe was heavy and there was an unspoken, natural attraction, you, Rafael, and Daveed kept it cool.

Because of your openness to new experiences and ideas,, there were plenty of people who spent time with you participating in various activities from hanging out to “creativity sessions” at your tiny studio apartment in between working odd jobs. 

Everything you did informed your work as an actor.  And you experienced it all of it, from the mundane to the sexual. But only with people that you trusted.

The Bay Boys watched how you moved, laughing about what a clown car your apartment was. They were making fun of themselves as well, because they spent plenty of time there as well. 

But they soon stopped joking about your revolving door after one night when you left your living room windows open and they witnessed you and Reggie. And Jane. Together. Together together.

From that point on, the sexual side of you had their attention and curiosity. They each wanted to know more.  Intimately.

There were frequent conversations, that sometimes you were a part of, about your lifestyle.

You and your friends frequently debated the virtues and downfalls of being sexually free and how women and men experienced it differently.

‘The Life of Quinn’ was a favorite topic of conversation at your get togethers. You were open to discussing it all.  And one day, you’d write a movie about it.

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2011

New Year,  more experiences, you vowed. 

In February, Daveed found you and Rafael in a corner at a kickback at their place, one hand down your pants, and one hand up your shirt. He was about to get you there, if D hadn't interrupted.

Although you were quite faded already, you took the drink that was in Daveed’s hand for you, moved away from Rafa and quipped, “You owe me an orgasm, Daveed.” 

D and Rafa looked at each other, then at you. You all laughed and continued the night, gone off pills and fucked up.

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In March you celebrated landing a series of tampon commercials. And during your spring fling/celebration kickback, Rafael walked in on you grinding on Daveed’s lap fully clothed.  

D was under your shirt, lapping at your nipples. Your head was thrown back and your hand was in your own pants.

You only heard Rafa when he cleared his throat. You just sighed, climbed off D’s boner and away from his amazing mouth and declared, “Rafael, now what are we gonna do? You owe me a climax as well.”

They both followed you out of the bedroom, where the piled up coats and purses had fallen to the floor because of the action on the bed.

You grabbed the blunt that was being passed around and plopped in between Reggie and Jane on the couch, toking and passing it to Daniel as you put your feet up on the coffee table. 

“It is quite ironic that you are about to get paid for talking about what you put in your vagina, Quinn.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing.  Daveed turned his head because he heard a record scratch. Or maybe it was just the drugs.

You usually loved Reggie’s British accent, but he was being irritating as fuck right now. 

“Fuck you Reggie! Jealousy is not attractive.” You flipped him off and kept it moving, laughing heartily.  Then you noticed the look on Rafael’s face.

“Hey, Rafa. Are you tight because D and I were having a moment in the other room?” You looked at him through the haze.

Rafa took a toke.  “You know, I’ve thought about it.  I’m really not. And I’m trying to figure that shit out."

You shook your head. 

“The only reason that this is even a discussion is because I am a woman. If I were a man, one of you, it would all be cool.  I see those young ladies that sometimes frequent the Bay Boy’s establishment at night.”

You loved teasing them.

“And don’t even get into my body count or the fact that sometimes I have more than one partner at a time.

“What about you Daveed. You were an athlete on scholarship at a Division I school. You mean to tell me you never had more than one girl all over you at one time?”

“Wellllllll….”

“Haha, right.” 

You turned towards Rafa.  “And you mean to tell me that as fine as you both are and as many rap shows you’ve performed in together, you’ve never had two girls give you head in the same room?

Rafael cleared his throat.

“That’s what I thought.  Don’t come at me sideways because it’s a fucking double standard. Don’t fucking harsh my mellow.  Pass that shit.” 

You stuck out your hand and Jane passed the doobie.

Daniel was cracking up. “Classic Quinn.”

Daveed and Rafael just looked at each other and shrugged.  You weren’t wrong. And your mood changed with the smoke.

“Now, what do you all think about this new iphone app called Instagram?  Seems like you communicate with pictures…” 

You showed everyone your iPhone 4.

Rafa looked at you like you were crazy.  

“You can jump on that bandwagon shit that will be gone in a month if you want to.  YouTube is where I stay.  Shit goes down in my YouTube dms man.”

----

You continued the conversation, soon venturing into ideating about writing and producing your own creations, as well as music, theatre and poetry.  

The wheels were turning in your brain and the hormones in your body.  This talk about sexual freedom had you thinking about your next experience.

You noticed Rafael’s hands, and Daveed’s thighs. And you were beginning to think that you wanted to feel them on you at the same time.  The very idea was making you hot. 

Daveed and Rafa. At the same time. What an experience that would be.

When Rafa said that he and Diggs were like Calvin and Hobbes and they should do a live action version of the comic strips, you sat straight up on the couch.

“Cash, that’s it! You gotta do it. And let me be your PA.  I need the experience!”

Daveed laughed at you.. “You and your ‘experiences,’ Quinn.” 

You flipped him off, but the idea was fleshed out, and the next month, you were helping them with the first skit, “Why Are We Here?” which was to be filmed in the park around the corner from your building.

Then there was post-production that you were planning for your place.  The Bay Boys were on the edge, you just had to convince them to jump into this experience with you.

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Rafael walked into the bathroom to the sight of Daveed sitting on the toilet, and you sitting on Daveed’s lap, straddling him.  

Even though you were both fully clothed, your short shorts framed your ass perfectly.  He watched it and grew a firm as he saw that Daveed didn’t know what to do with his hands, resting them on his thighs behind you.

“Am I interrupting something?”

You turned around, pushing your tit practically into Daveed’s mouth.  He wasn’t mad about it.

You laughed, causing your core to vibrate against his cock, clothed only in some thin striped pajama pants, part of his Hobbes costume.  He was afraid he couldn’t hide his woodie any longer.

“Don’t the zig zags I’ve shaved into his beard look just like tiger’s whiskers?”  You were happy and excited, and the boys were too, but for a different reason. 

Rafael looked at Daveed and recognized his pain. It was his own.

“Yeah Quinn. It looks good!”  Rafa cleared his throat as his voice squeaked a little.

You giggled and turned back to Daveed. 

 “Now I just have to fluff his fro a little more.”  

You fussed with Daveed’s hair with the pick that Rafa hadn’t noticed in your hands.  D just looked up into your cute brown face to avoid staring at your delicious tits, hands now on your waist.

When you wiggled in excitement, Rafa almost couldn’t take it. Your ass was threatening to spill out of those shorts. Something about seeing Daveed squirming underneath you in such a position was getting him mad horny.  

He had to reevaluate his life, he thought, as he went to the mirror and started combing his hair. 

“Rafael Santiago Casal!” 

He jumped at his full name being called and turned to you now, standing and next to him as Daveed remained seated and now staring at your ass.  

The friends passed a look between them, but D just shook his head and continued to watch your behind as you moved even closer to Rafa.

“What?”

You reached up, your tits pressing into his chest and standing on tiptoe, which only enhanced your ass.  

Both Daveed and Rafa moaned slightly, but you didn’t seem to hear.  Daveed sat back and started to rub his woodie as Rafa glared at him.

But then you stopped suddenly. 

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t like people touching your hair, it’s just that I have an idea…”

“No worries.”  Rafa smiled down at you, enjoying the proximity. “Touch away. Do your worst.”

You giggled again and reached up with both hands to artfully mess Rafa’s hair into a six year old’s style. 

You wobbled a bit on your toes and Rafa grabbed you by the waist to steady you and Daveed thought that was perfect. Damn, he could fuck you while Rafa held you steady. No problem.

“Yes! That is perfect!”

Daveed thought you’d read his mind.  “Really?”

“You turned back to him and laughed. Yeah. I think his hair looks good!”  Rafa was still holding you close, legs wide and leaning against the vanity.

Rafa looked at Daveed over your shoulder.

“Oh, yeah. Silly me.” 

“Yeah, Silly!”  

Rafael shook his head as Daveed flipped him off, only irritated that Rafa was yanking his chain. 

Strangely, he was not jealous at all. Daveed wasn’t mad either, he just felt he needed some air because he was having some wild thoughts.

Daveed stood up and tried to get past you two to get out of the door.  His crotch pressed you into Rafa’s and you ascertained their situation.  Both of them were hard for you. 

You arched your back, throwing your ass into Daveed and your tits into Rafael.

“I’m excited…” 

You looked into Rafael’s blue greens and then into Daveed’s baby browns in the mirror.  

“For this shoot. Gonna be a lot of fun.”  

You grinned while they each looked in turmoil.

“Excuse me… trying to get by.” 

You noticed how deep Daveed’s voice had gotten.

“You sure you wanna leave the party, D?”  Rafa questioned his friend. The moment he said it, he questioned his own sanity.

“What?” 

Daveed was halfway out of the door staring at Rafa as if he had seen his brain fall out of his ear.

You decided to cut the tension.

“To the park!” you yelled.

“To the park?” “To the park.” 

One questioned and one agreed, but they both echoed you and followed you out of the bathroom.

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For a half-minute video, it sure did take up four hours of your afternoon.  But it was fun operating the camera.  

Rafa embodied the angst of the infamous Calvin and Diggs was the perfect Hobbes, all floppy in his thrift store fur coat.

Daveed and Rafael were professionals, but the reason that it took so long was that you were very distracting.  So, they each individually decided to distract you back.

Somehow, Rafa kept running his hands through his hair and messing it up the wrong way so you, serving as hair and make up, had to fix it.

He just smiled at you and kept whispering “I’m sorry,” as you ran your hands through it. He was so pitiful that you wanted to give him a kiss.  Buuuut, you didn’t.

And somehow Daveed’s coat kept getting covered with dirt and grass and you, serving as wardrobe, needed to get it right.  

He stared down at you as you brushed the coat off and pulled it straight three separate times, your thumbs always managing to graze his abs and nipples with every pull. You felt his heat and you just wanted to embrace him but…. nahhhh.

Finally, you got the film they wanted and headed back home, with you walking comfortably between the two men, the camaraderie as beautiful as the LA sunset. 

There was no talking, just silence and the sounds of the afternoon.

Rafael started walking backwards and grinning at you. You looked over at Daveed who just shrugged and smiled.

“It’s been a fun day.  Kinda don’t want it to end.” 

That smile. Got you right in the pussy.

“Careful, you don’t want to trip and break your nose again pretty boy.”  Rafa frowned and put his hand up to his nose as Daveed cracked up.

“Let’s go back and do the ‘Greatest of All Time.’”

Daveed stopped laughing.  “Greatest of all time what?” He was not thinking about Hobbes and Me. Maybe another kind of video, but not “Hobbes and Me.”

“Daveed, you are one of the smartest people I’ve ever met.  What is up with you today?” 

You played innocent, not letting on that your mind was in the same place.

He just continued to look at you, muscles unconsciously flexing in the tank top that he’d put on because the coat was fucking hot.

“I’m talking about the second video.  If y’all concentrate this time, we can get it done before midnight.”  You laughed at him. It was about 5 pm.

“The problem is that we only have a shower stall in our place, no tub.” 

Rafa turned around and walked forward now that there was serious talk going on. You gave him a side eye. He was so clutch and he didn’t even know it.

“That’s right.” You looked down and chewed your lip. “You have a two bedroom and the bath is teeny weeny in those.” 

You stopped for a minute and the Boys’ attention was focused on you. 

Your shirt rather, because there was a breeze blowing and your shoulders were currently being pulled back by your backpack which was full of the camera and leftover food. They could tell that you were chilly.

“Yeah to get two bedrooms in those units, they had to squeeze a tight little space in between them for the bath. It’s like a teenie eensy slot.”  

Rafael’s mouth hung open. “Yeah.” He didn’t have any other words. 

“And there is a minuscule linen closet beside it.” Rafa was babbling now.

You laughed again. 

“Mine is the same size, but I manage to pack a lot into it. I’m an expert at getting a lot stuffed into a tiny space.” Daveed coughed to cover a moan.

Then your face lit up.  “But I have a studio and the ONLY benefit of the studio is that my bathroom is a decent size.  Both of you can fit in me...I mean, my bathroom.”  

Your smile mesmerized them. 

“That’s a great idea.”   Rafael elbowed Daveed in his side and glared.

“Well, I’m gonna have to go get my swim trunks, because of the setting in that skit.”

“What about The Method, Rafa?” Daveed challenged him. “Here I am, tiger whiskers shaved into my face and half naked as well.  I say let’s go for it.”

“It’s whatever.”  You started walking ahead of them and they watched the sway of your ass.

“I just have this gig coming up and I won’t be available for a few.  Tonight I’m all yours.”

The guy getting out of his car stopped and smiled at you and you heard Daveed raise his voice behind you.

“Not yours, ours!”  You couldn’t help but laugh. “Keep it pushin.’”

Rafael looked at Daveed, both of them walking a distance behind you so they could keep an eye on you, but talk a little more privately.

“Did you hear what you just said, Diggs? Ours? Really?  She’s been flirting with you all day.” Rafa was chillin.

“The hell you say. She’s been all over you all day.”  Diggs wasn’t even mad.

“So why did you say, ‘ours?’” Rafael was nonplussed.

“Because…” Daveed stopped and looked at his friend. Then he realized. 

“She’s been throwing out vibes to both of us all day.”

“Right. And she just said that she wants both of us to fit inside her tiny space...”

“Rafa. That’s not what she said. She said…well, yeah when you think about it.”

“We said we’d never do it.”

“Yeah, too many risks for our friendship.”

“And the potentials were all too crazy.”

“Quinn is so dope, and so free. Crazy in a good way.”

“Not possessive at all.”

“You got feels for her?”

Daveed looked at Rafa again, thinking.  

“Feels in my pants. And I love her but I’m not IN love with her. Sounds insane but she’s a friend.”

Rafa replied. “Same. It’s crazy.” He and his best friend contemplated each other.

“So, are we really doing this?” Rafa had to ask.

“Let’s let her take the lead. She needs to be sure before I am.”

“Exactly. It’s probably all in our horny heads.”

“Right.”

“GUYS! Are you gonna come?” 

You were smiling at them, offering an invitation. You were half a block away waiting for them.

They looked at each other, then at you, and said, “Yes,” and hurried to your side.

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One hour later, you had cleaned the bathtub thoroughly.  Daveed and Rafa watched while you insisted on climbing in the tub and scrubbing. 

They handed you supplies as you bent over and scrubbed and accidentally got your top wet when you turned the shower on to rinse.

It was torture.

“Okay!” You stood up, your hands on your hips and your top transparent. 

You looked down at your top and held up your finger. “Let me change out of this.”

“10 minutes to filming.  Rafa, get the tub and them bubbles ready”

You left them alone in the bathroom.

“Dude!” Rafa’s eyes were big.

Daveed just lifted his hands and went to get his coat, which was in the living room.  

Rafael shook his head and started filling the tub with hot water and Mr. Bubbles.

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Daveed walked into the next room and immediately stopped.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry.” 

That was a lie, because although he’d walked in on you changing, he wasn’t sorry that he’d seen you naked.  

Your ass was amazing and his eyes traced up your chocolate curves and tattoos to your neck, which was now exposed as you put your hair up into a bun.

You weren’t mad, surprised or anything. You just turned around, fully facing him naked. 

His eyes traced back down the tattoo at your neck then down to your perky breasts, and down your belly to your pussy, which was shaved bare with perfect puffy lips.  Daveed was suddenly hungry.

You let him get an eyeful until you turned around and got a tank dress from on top of the wardrobe that was in the corner of the room and put it on, not bothering with underwear.

Daveed was a beautiful bronze statue in the middle of your living/bedroom.  

You passed close enough for him to feel your heat as you went back in the bathroom with the camera that you’d picked up from the table on your way.

When you went closed the door, he could finally breathe.  

Daveed had to have you. And he was willing to share.

----

Rafa was in the tub already when you got in there, and you cursed yourself for your lack of timing.  

You put the camera down on the vanity, smiled and sat on the edge as you played in his hair.  He let you and closed his eyes at the sensation.

“You’re gonna have to cover up those tattoos somehow.”  

You leaned down to scoop up some bubbles from right in front of him, leaving a window in the foam so that you could peep what he was working with. 

Rafael was working with a lot.

You made eye contact, knowing that he saw you looking.  Then you put the bubbles on his arm, caressing his biceps.  Next, your hand went in the water.

“Mmmmmm,” you moaned.  “You like it hot I see.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Well, I figured I’ll be in here for a while, so no use sitting in cold water.”

“Way to use your brain.”  

You started moving the water, your fingertips brushing his thigh.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just helping make more bubbles. Since we just used some.”  Your hand was moving closer.

“What?” You cocked your head at him. “Are you afraid that I’m trying to give you a hand job?”

“No.”  

Rafael looked at you with those eyes and spoke to you with a slightly deeper voice.

“I was hoping that you’d give me a hand job.”

The way he said it made you as hot as the water.

“Damn, Rafa. That just got me wet.”

You leaned forward and brushed his wet cock with your hand, about to grasp him when Daveed walked in.

“Oh shit.” 

You looked back at Daveed and sighed. You stood up and let Daveed pass. 

“One of you is always cock blocking. I need compensation. From both of you.” 

Daveed and Rafael gave each other a look as you smirked and scooted to the other end of the small bathroom.

“Ok. So I think we talked about you facing that way….”

It was like nothing had happened.  The time and the air in the room changed.

Rafa and D sucked up whatever urges they had as you filmed the parts of the skit. It went relatively quickly this time; you managed to get it all in little over an hour.

Perhaps because they wanted to get to something else.

When the last shot was done and you stood up, stretching, picking up the camera and turning to them, noticing that their eyes were following every move.

“I’m going to stretch out. I think I have a kink in my neck.” 

You walked out arching your back and twisting your head from side to side. The boys watched you.

When you left the bath, Daveed sighed.

“Soooo…. Rafa… what do you think about….”

At this point, Rafael was standing up in the bath. He interrupted Daveed and asked, “Hand me that towel.” 

Daveed stopped and Rafa grabbed the towel as D held it out to him and climbed out, soap and water running down his legs as he went to the vanity and started rummaging through Quinn’s drawer.

“What, what are you doing?  I’m trying to ask you a serious question.”

“There’s no question, D.  I’m just trying to make sure that she’s sure. Ah!”  He found what he needed and held the object up to D.

The brown man grinned at the pink one.

“Now you’re talking.”

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The futon was pulled out and you were sitting on it when Daveed, clad in fur coat and striped pants, and Rafa, clad in your best towel, came out of the bathroom. 

You looked up from your phone at the two men.  Damn, they were fine. 

Daveed took off the coat and was clad in those silly orange striped pants. His slim, muscular body was just the right amount of muscle and lithe. His brown skin shone in the lamplight of your living/bedroom.  He went to the window to close the curtain.

The towel was hanging by a loose knot at Rafa’s slim waist. He was still moist from the bath and his hair was now wet and he’d managed his signature swoop out of the 6 year old mess you had it in. His eyes were blue-green fire. 

You felt something in your stomach akin to fear, but it was a positive feeling.  It was the unknown.  But you somehow knew that with these two, you would be okay.

“What’s up?”  You thought you were in control, but now you were a little unsure of the looks on their faces.

“We’ve decided how we are going to pay you back.” 

Rafael held up what was in his hands and your eyes got wide.  Your heart was racing.  He passed by you and placed it on the table near you.  He picked it up, a bottle of sweet almond oil.

“We’re going to give you a massage.  Make you feel good. Work out the kinks.”

You smirked and leaned back on your arms. 

“What about getting kinky?”

Daveed’s mischievous grin answered yours.  He came and sat on one side of you and Rafa deposited himself on the other.

“We’ll just let it flow. What do you want, Quinn?” 

Daveed was very near your ear now, taking in as much of you as he could from this close a perspective. He looked up at your eyes through his lashes and you almost pounced him.

What you did was lean in and kiss his wonderful lips, remembering how they felt against your skin.

“I want you.”  

Rafael was rubbing your thigh while you stuck your tongue down Daveed’s throat. You finished the kiss and pecked Daveed again, then turned to Rafa. 

“And I want you.” 

“I want both of you. I’ve decided.”  

Daveed had a question you. “How do you feel about two at once?”

You raised your eyebrow at him while Rafa asked his question.

“Do you think you could handle that much?”

You laughed a little, anticipation running up your spine.  

“So, it’s like that?”

“Yeah, it’s like that.” That smile made you weak.

“Let’s find out.”

Wasting no time, Rafael grabbed the back of your head and covered your mouth with his. You groaned at his domination.  

He drew back and started licking and biting your throat while your hand went up Daveed’s thigh to grasp his hardness. You were very moist at this point and you thought you were ready to take them now.  But you found you were no longer in control.

“First, we’ll satisfy our debt.”  

Rafa and Daveed drew away from you.  Daveed uttered a command.

“Strip.”  For some reason, you obeyed. 

You stood there for a least a minute as the boys surveyed your body, licking their lips. You could have sworn you heard their thoughts as they mapped out their respective claims to you. Then, they looked at each other and silently agreed to share.

 “Lay on your stomach.” This time, Rafael urged you.

Again, you did as you were told, propping yourself tummy down on a pillow and turning your head toward them.  

“Do you guys know what you’re doing?”  You were slightly amused at this scene they were setting.

Rafa’s look was hardened, and it gave you a thrill as Daveed sat at your head and Rafael went toward your feet.  

First D poured some oil into his hand and passed the bottle to Daveed over your body.  You soon heard both of them rub their hands together to warm the oil and Rafa spoke.

“Fortune has it, I worked as a massage artist for a while in Oakland.  Anything to pay the bills, but I quite enjoyed it.”  He took one of your feet in his hand, and applied pressure to all the right points.  You moaned.

“Damn, that feels good.”  You relaxed even more when you felt Daveed’s long fingers on your shoulders.

“And I played one on tv. For about 6 seconds in this commercial gig I had last year for the Sandals resort in Ocho Rios.” 

“Mmmmmmmmm.”  The skill they had with their hands had you putty in them.  You sank into the futon’s mattress as Rafa started moving up your calves and Daveed massaged either side of your neck with one hand.

“Is the pressure okay?”  

Rafael spoke in low tones as he pulled your legs apart to grasp your ample thighs better. 

He was applying firm stokes which targeted your muscles and was on the edge of uncomfortable, but not.

“Ummmmhmmmm.”  

You moaned again as Daveed started to give you a scalp massage. Holy shit this felt good.

There was, as sharp, unexpected smack on your ass.

“Quinn, if you want us, you’re going to have to use your words. We have to be very clear about tonight.”

“Y-yes, it feels good Rafa!” 

You didn’t know how to feel, surprised, shocked, horny.  Hell all of it as Rafa’s fingers began to graze your pussy lips with the oil.  You tried to control yourself as his fingers grew more insistent.

You raised your head to look at Daveed, and he returned your gaze, leaning down to kiss you again, then he got up on his knees, his orange striped erection right in your face.

You pressed your face into momentarily it and whispered, “I want it. Take off your pants. Please.”

Damn, they had you begging.

As Daveed stripped, Rafa was teasing you, his fingers lightly playing over your cunt.  You were wiggling your hips and he smacked your ass again to see it jiggle.  

“Do you want… a deep tissue massage Quinn?”

You knew what he meant. 

“Yes, fuck yes!”  

You were both replying to him and to Daveed’s cock as it sprang free of his clothing, smacking himself in his toned stomach. He took it in his hands and aimed it at you.

“You gotta take it all.”  Daveed looked menacing now.  

You nodded, licked your lips and opened your mouth obediently, wide to fit the thick mushroom cap of his circumcised penis. 

First, he smeared his precum over your lips like gloss and then slid slowly in, the veins pumping against your tongue. 

Of course you couldn’t take it all, but D didn’t seem to care.

“Oh shit, he uttered,” and you could tell that he was holding back from plunging down your throat.

“That mouth good, D?”

“Fuck yeah. Quinn is getting it like a good little girl. Find out how that pussy taste.”

You heard Rafa communicate with Daveed and the very thought that you were indeed doing this and the fact that the Bay Boys were tandem inside you made your pussy clench and sent more wetness down Rafael’s knuckles.

Your nipples were hard and rubbing against the velour pillow as Rafa had now breached your lips and entered you with first one, and then quickly two, of his talented fingers. He curled them down toward the bed inside you and searched for that special spot.  

You moaned around Daveed’s cock which flipped a switch and now he’d grabbed your hair. You knew what was coming.

But he waited.

You felt oil drip between your ass cheeks and slowly down to your cunt.  Rafa removed his fingers to a protesting whine, which was answered by another slap. 

He gathered the oil and lubricated your lips and puckered hole with his fingers and now added thumb.  He just had to, because your asshole had been winking at him.  

Rafael’s thumb ran around the ring of muscle at the back door entrance and then he dipped the tip of it inside. 

“The key to deep tissue is to breathe through it.” Rafael gave his best advice.

You keened around Daveed’s cock, opening your mouth wider and he took the opportunity to plunge down your throat.  You choked and gagged on it, saliva erupting out of your mouth as you tried to breathe. 

 After a few seconds, he let you.  

You gasped, smiled up at him and then looked behind you at Rafael, who was fingering your holes with one hand and stroking his thick cock.  He looked to be thick where Daveed was long, and you were here for it.  He captured your gaze.

“Hmmm, this says that this oil is edible.” His evil grin coincided with the fluttering of your pussy.  

You buried your head in the pillow and put your ass up, and Rafa began to eat it. He spread your cheeks apart for better access and fucked you with his tongue.

You couldn’t help your moaning now.

Daveed rubbed your hair for a minute as he jacked off and watched Rafa eat you out.  Then, he wanted more.

“Up.”  He gently tugged your hair, and then again more insistently when you were slow to move, lost in the sensation of Rafa.

You got up on your arms and Daveed lifted you as Rafa shifted underneath you, now licking your pussy while on his back, arms wrapped around your thighs and long fingers holding you open.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

You’d been so close to cumming the whole time, just at the thought of these two, and Rafael kept stopping and starting when he felt the vibrations against his tongue. He moaned every time you did, sending shockwaves up your spine.

You were a moaning mess.

While Rafa attended to your core, Daveed’s mouth began attacking your sensitive nipples, licking, biting and sucking from beside you while one hand twisted and plucked the other, alternately.  

He noticed you sliding your cunt over Rafa’s face and he bent to whisper in your ear.

���Y’close?”  

All you could do was moan, “Nnnnhnnnnn” and nod.

Daveed pinched a nipple hard, your yelped in extreme pain/pleasure. “Words.”

“Yes, so fucklng close Daveed.”

At that, Rafael put his middle finger up your ass, moving it in time with his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhhh…”

“You better hold it…” Daveed was insistent.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiii…”  You were holding on by the thinnest string as Daveed scrambled to stand on the futon and stick his dick in your mouth.

“Fucking cum, NOW.”

You blew Daveed, moaning around him like he was a french horn.  Your whole body erupted and you came like a mac truck all over Rafa’s face.

Daveed pulled out and sat back, not wanting to cum yet. He watched you convulse as Rafa lifted you off his face and then slid you down his body to impale you on his thick cock. You could tell that his pupils were blown and it was so fucking hot.

“Fuck!” You cried as Rafael parted your lips and stretched you out, sliding his cock into you suddenly.

“You feel so fucking good.”  You leaned down to lick and suck yourself off his lips and tongue.

You sat up and smiled down at him, slowly moving your hips, sheathing him to the hilt.  

“Ah! Quinn, you’re the one that feels good.” 

Rafael with his head thrown back and his eyes closed was a sight to behold. You looked beyond him to Daveed, who was stroking his cock and watching you. 

“Bounce on my boy’s dick, Quinn.” 

 Daveed’s deep voice compelled you, and you did as you were told, twisting your nipples and licking your lips for Daveed while you fucked yourself on Rafael’s cock.

“Such a good, little girl for us. How do you want this cum, Quinn? Where do you want this cum?” Those words brought you so close to the edge again.

Daveed was moving closer while he said it and you were moaning, your hips moving faster as Rafael pistoned up into you and you slammed yourself down on him.  You couldn’t speak.

Rafa stopped moving and grabbed your hip, his panting betraying his level of control.

“Words, little girl.”

You whined as you said, “Inside me. I want both of you inside me.”  

Rafael grunted and you could feel his dick pulse at your reply. He wanted the same thing.

“Both of us, at the same time? One in your pussy and one in your ass?” 

“Yes.”

Rafa’s thumb moved to your clit and almost as soon as he touched it, you came, the idea of what he was saying hurtling you over that cliff.

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When you opened your eyes, you were on your back staring up at the ceiling, with Daveed and Rafa on either side of you.

Daveed was running his hand down the side of your body, down to your pussy and started stroking your over stimulated clit.

“No!” He immediately stopped. You grabbed his hand as he pulled it away.  “I mean, be easy please.” 

You grinned at him as you brought his hand back to you and he oh so lightly began to torture you again.  

He shook his head at you and smiled, while Rafael leaned down and took one of your nipples in his mouth. His teeth grazed your nipples and just like that, between the two of them, you were on edge.

You reached down and grabbed both of them, stroking them off and rubbing their tips with your thumbs.  Daveed groaned and leaned down to kiss you, flicking your clit more insistently, causing you to open your legs wide.

Rafael’s eyes rolled, yet he tried to maintain composure.

“Where do you want us, Quinn? Which one where?”

Your mind was barely functioning, but you knew what he was asking.  You tore your mouth away from Daveed, who then went down to suck the shit out of your other nipple.  

You arched your back as you said, “I want to fuck Daveed and I want you in my ass.”

Rafael groaned and moved away, and Daveed nodded, taking your nipple with him as he nodded his head.  He released it with a pop and shifted, allowing you to straddle him as he lined himself up to your cunt.

“We paid what we owe.  This one’s gonna be for us.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you slowly slid down him, thinking that you would never reach the bottom.  

“Fuck Daveeeeeedddd!”

“Shit Quinn. You feel amazing and you’re so beautiful.”

You felt it as you slid him in and out of your warm pocket.  You put your hand on his abs and twerked on his dick like it was going out of style as Daveed fingered your clit again.

You almost forgot about Rafael.  But not for long.

Rafael got behind you, legs on either side of Daveed’s, stroking his cock up and down between your ass cheeks, pressing in just to test.  Then, he pulled back and pulled your cheeks apart, watching Daveed fuck into you.

“I know it’s good, D.”

“Fuck, yeah, Raf.”  

Daveed’s voice was everything and you could feel him almost in your stomach, pulsing with desire.

Rafael’s thumbs tested entrance into your tighter hole, and entered again, stretching you out and getting you ready. You moaned and your hips jerked at the sensation.

“More Rafa, more…”

Rafa grunted and inserted two fingers, scissoring them to prepare you more fully.  “How’s that?”

He wanted you to be sure.

“Ummmmmm. Good as fuck, but I want you….” 

Rafa leaned up, and you leaned down to let him in. He bit your shoulder and pushed into your cheeks at the same time, carefully searching for your hole.

Daveed stilled in order to give Rafael the opportunity to enter you. Rafa’s held his cock at your entrance, his head almost breaching you as he pulled you up by your neck and whispered in your ear.

“It’s up to you.” Then he started sucking your neck while he twisted the nipple that Daveed wasn’t.

You started pushing back, tentatively at first, knowing it would feel better once he was fully inside you. Daveed switched his finger back to your clit, and you moaned. You moved backward, fully seating Rafa within your outer rim.

The pounding and fullness was the best thing ever.  You whined at all the stimulation.

 You started fucking back on Rafa as Daveed held your hips and groaned. 

You propped yourself up on your arms and the boys allowed you to set the pace and the feeling of them both thrusting inside you, separated by a few millimeters of skin was sending you quickly over the edge again.

You wished you had thought to record the slapping and groaning; it was the best porn soundtrack ever.

“Yeah, there you go.” 

Rafael cooed and kissed your shoulder, starting to pump as you mewled. Daveed caught his rhythm. Rafa’s thrusts pushed you onto Daveed’s cock and vice versa.

“So good. Such a good, pretty girl.”  Daveed’s praise was like music to your ears.

“Yeah?” you asked. 

You moved faster and faster, trapped between two magnificent dicks. you put your hand on Daveed’s neck. Rafael turned your face and you shared a heated kiss as he fucked into you. 

“Feels. So. Amazing.”  

You were still using your words, but hardly.  Then you leaned down and kissed Daveed and  then put your head on his forehead as he looked into your eyes.

Rafa was using your ass good now.

“Shit, fuck, yes.  So fucking. Tight….”  He was speaking through clenched teeth because he couldn't take it.  Daveed slipped his hand between you and started stroking your clit.

“Cum whenever you fucking want..” Daveed was controlling both of you now.

“Holy, FUCK!”  

You started convulsing and Rafa started cumming, starting in your ass and pulling out to jerk all over your back. 

The hot spray stimulated you further, so much so that you didn’t care as Daveed picked you up, grabbed Rafa’s towel, put in on the futon and deposited you on it on your back, fucking you into oblivion with your ankles next to his ears.

“Daveed, you’re so deep.”  You gasped as your new orgasm began or the last one never ended.

“Goddam right, pretty girl,“ he growled as he grasped your throat, making you even more light headed than you already were. 

“Pussy feels so fucking good.” You screamed and came again as you watched Daveed pull out and finish on your stomach and tits.

“Fuck!”  It was the last thing you heard before you drifted off.

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“Quinn, wake up.  Daveed was carrying you, wrapped in the towel toward the bathroom. You nuzzled into his neck as you felt him smile.  

He gently lowered you into the tub and Rafa stepped forward to tenderly wash you as you relaxed, the water warm and soothing. He looked freshly showered and you wondered how long you were out.

Soon you were stepping back out, wrapped in a fresh towel. Daveed was going in the shower as you met Rafa back on the futon, and he fed you water and Thai takeout.

Daveed joined you. And all you could do was grin at both of them.

“How are you feeling?”  Daveed’s shy smile was quite different than earlier.

You giggled and bumped your shoulder against his.  You looked at Rafa and smiled.

“That was the greatest of all time.”

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[ramp-it-up]

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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