Part One | (Lemme know if you guys want a part 2 :’)
A/N: Some spicy Diggs for you on this fine evening, hope you guys enjoy! Also let me know if you guys want a part two with,,, i dunno,,, thyme and aragon ?? LOL get it bc thyme and aragon are spices,, ok i’m done luv u guys <3
T/W: swearing, intense makeout session, grinding
Word count: 796
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“Y/N, Can I have some help with my mic? I kind of messed it up doing the Lafayette bun.” Daveed popped his head out of his dressing room.
“Yeah, sure! Hold on, let me see.” You walked into the dressing room, shutting the door behind you since you wouldn’t be able to focus with Lin and Alex’s overly loud singing. You walked over to Daveed and reached up to adjust the mic that rested on top of his head, which was difficult considering he was pretty tall.
“Could you tilt your head slightly down?” You were unaware that this brought the both of you two closer than ever, almost closing the gap between your faces as you fidgeted with his mic to adjust it. You bit your lip, something you often did when you were in deep concentration which also drove Daveed mad, especially with you this close.
“There you go! All set!” You smiled before shifting your gaze from the mic on the top of his head to his face, which was much closer than it had ever been. Your voice audibly hitched as you two stared each other down.
“Y/N..” Daveed whispered before pressing your lips together.
The kiss was like liquid fire, burning with passion and left you needing more. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his arms snaked around your waist. He tugged you closer, eliminating any distance that existed between you two. There was kiss after kiss after kiss, and it wasn’t long before your tongues made their way to greeting each other.
His hands trailed down your lower back and rested on your ass, squeezing gently, resulting in him drawing a small moan from you.
“You’re incredible.” He groaned during a quick break to catch your breath. You smiled and attached your lips together once again, melting into him.
Everything was perfect.
Not breaking the kiss for a moment, he stumbled the both of you over to a wall, pinning you against it. You gasped into the kiss when you felt his hard member press up against your thigh.
“Shit, D.” You whispered, loving the way he made you feel.
“Fuck, Y/N, Jump.” You did what you were told and soon your weight was being supported by his arms and the wall. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as you continued to make out.
You lightly grinded your against his dick, moaning lightly while doing so.
“Holy shit.” He let out a low, almost inaudible, groan into your ear.
Both of you had forgotten where you were at but were soon reminded when there was knock on the door.
Your eyes had shot open as Daveed hurriedly put you down and you rushed to make it look like you were fixing his mic. Although you were still panting from the heated makeout session the two of you just had.
“Yeah?” You called, your voice hoarse and raspy from the kiss. Daveed smirked when you cleared your throat to call out more clearly.
“Help?” The door had opened to reveal Anthony with a broken hair elastic.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You let out a loose laugh, still panting slightly. Your mind was still frazzled from the kiss.
You took your hands off of Daveed’s mic, looking him in the eye before you started to walk towards Anthony, sliding an elastic off your arm and tying up his hair into a low ponytail.
“Okay, you’re set.” You smiled at Anthony, secretly mad at him for breaking your intimate moment with Daveed.
“Everyone’s chilling in the main room, you guys coming?” Anthony questioned.
You mentally cursed, knowing that you wouldn’t have a moment alone with Daveed for a full two hours.
“Sure.” You followed him out of the dressing room, Daveed trailing behind.
“Y/N, are you okay? You seem flustered!” Pippa came to greet you.
“Y-yeah, it’s just hot.” I made up an excuse.
“Y/N, it’s like seventy-eight degrees.” Anthony commented.
“Well-”
“And what’s with you Diggs? You’re way too quiet right now, earlier you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.” Anthony turned to his close friend.
“I- Uh,” Daveed began, stuttering on any word that found its way out of his mouth.
“Ooh-Hoo! What happened back there?” Anthony teased us in front of the rest of the cast.
“Nothing.” Daveed and I said in unison.
I facepalmed as the rest of the cast whistled and started to make innuendos.
“Places!” The stage manager called. Everyone scattered to get to where they needed. I let out a breath of relief before plopping myself onto the couch, closing my eyes.
“Don’t get too comfy, I’ll need more mic help later.” Daveed whispered into my ear before walking off like nothing happened.
