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A Little Illegal: Daveed x fem!reader

Smut! 18+ reccomended

warnings: rough sex, large age gap, professor-student relationship

Summary: A highschool senior begins taking college courses. She never thought she’d enjoy her new professor so much...

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You had worked hard and kept your grades up to start taking some college classes throughout your senior year to get credits. You had signed up for any government or history-related classes you could get in hopes of filling your mind with as much information as possible before you graduate. You didn’t know many students who had signed up for the same classes as you which only heightened your anxiety. Not to mention the horror stories you had heard from some of the other students who had dealt with some of these professors before. You just hoped if you did the work and kept quiet it wouldn’t be a problem.

The bus that was transporting you and some other students arrived and harshly jerked to a stop. You stood up incredibly unconfidently and grabbed your bag. You shuffled off the dulled yellow ride and followed the small map you had in your hand. Luckily, you weren’t running late and were ahead of what was previously planned by ten minutes. You weave your way through puzzled kids and easily find your room. No one else is around so you nervously turn the handle and walk-in.

The first thing you notice is a tall man with glasses and amazing natural hair. He is not focused on you as he scribbles notes down on a post-it.

“U-um, hi,” you stutter, causing the man to look up. “You are Mr. Diggs, correct?”

“Uh, yeah, and you are?” he asks, a puzzled look on his face. He hadn’t seen you on campus before.

“I’m y/n l/n, it’s nice to meet you,” you say, walking over and reaching out your hand for him to shake.

“Ah, are you new here?”

“Yeah, in a sense,” You laugh, assuming he already knew you were with the high school.

“Well then y/n, come by my office after class and I can give you the rundown of this place, yeah?” he suggests.

“Yeah, that would be wonderful, thank you, Mr. Diggs.”

“Daveed is fine,” he says. “ ‘Mr. Diggs’ doesn’t sound right coming from your mouth.”

“Oh yeah, of course Daveed,” You say, deciding you like the way his name sounds rolling off your tongue. You turn away from him and walk over to the plethora of seats. Damn, she has a nice ass too.

“Sit here,” Daveed says, walking up behind you and pointing towards one in the front row.

“Are you sure?” you ask, not knowing if you want to be right in the middle of everything.

“You seem like you’ll be a great addition to this class and I don’t want to miss your thoughts,” he simply states, watching you sit down and pull out your laptop seemingly ready to take notes.

“Prepared, I like it.”

“Eh, I guess, I’m still pretty nervous though,” you admit, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“Don’t be. I’m always here if you need anything.”

He finishes talking as you hear the door burst open, several people coming in. Most of them rowdy and of the male gender.

“Gentlemen,” Daveed says, nodding at the group.

“Ayyy, it’s Diggs,” one of them yells, slamming his stuff down next to you. A look of irritation forms on your new professor's face at the sound of his voice.

All of the group follows the leader and set their bags and themselves down around you. You’re nervous at their actions knowing that they didn’t seem the most trustworthy.

“Hey, who are you?” one of them asks, leaning closer.

“Someone that wants you to leave them alone.”

“Ooh, c’mon, just play along, yeah?” he smiles, hand now resting closer to yours.

“No thanks, I’m okay,” you tell him, hoping he’ll take a hint.

“Yeah right, you sat right in the middle in the front row. You love this attention, don’t lie,” he concludes, making his friends snicker. You jerk your hand away and sink back in your seat. You figure they aren’t going to stop so ignoring them seems like the best option.

“Aww, c’mon, I just wanna have a little fun,” he says, hand now resting on your knee.

You all hear someone loudly clear their voice and everyone’s head jerks up.

“No means no,” Daveed declares, making direct eye contact with the boy who was previously harassing you. The boy doesn’t have a response as he crosses his arms and leans back.

“Why don’t you go sit somewhere else?” he more demands than suggests. Without a word, the group gets up and moves to a section in the back, far away from any authority figures.

“You good y/n?” Daveed asks, feeling guilty for telling you to sit up front for his selfish reasons.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little startled.”

He then grabs your bag and moves it over to a seat in the lower corner.

“The bulk of people sit in the middle so this way you shouldn’t be bothered,” he explains as you move over to sit down. He stares down at you for a moment.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I wouldn't have told you to sit there if I knew what they would do," he apologizes, running a hand over his hair.

“No, don’t worry, it’s not your fault,” you laugh. “Honestly, you would think they would be more mature.”

“Yeah, you would think.”

You had sat through the whole class and surprisingly wasn't bored to death. Even though most of it was just introductory, Daveed had a voice that was just captivating and you were looking forward to coming back. You shove everything into your bag before getting up and stretching. You begin to walk towards the door when you hear someone call your name. You turn around and see Daveed, having forgotten he wanted to talk with you in his office.

“You still want to talk?” He asks.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Okay, great, just give me a quick second and I’ll meet you in there. You can make yourself comfortable while you wait,” he tells you gesturing towards a door off to the side.

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” you respond, going over and walking in. Everything looks like a standard office. A desk with two chairs in front of it along with a couch towards the wall. Tons of books on shelves or stacked on stands. The atmosphere was romantic with the dim lighting and brown undertones set through the small space. There’s a hint of a woodsy smell that’s more calming than overwhelming.

After waiting for five minutes you begin to grow bored and gaze around from the seat you took in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Nothing new seems to pop out at you but curiosity still gets the best of you and you stand up and walk around the desk to snoop. All there seems to be is essays, not that you were expecting much else. The only thing that interests you is a spinny office chair the was positioned directly behind you. So what other choice is there besides sitting down and well, spinning?

You can’t help but laugh at how childish you must seem as you push on the desk to gain momentum.

You barely have time to enjoy yourself when the chair is suddenly halted to a stop. You looked up to see Daveed looking down at you, holding the chair still, hand right next to your head, catching some of your hair with it.

“Comfortable?” he asks, seemingly growing closer. Damn, he smelled amazing. You sit there and stare up at him, forgetting you were asked a question. You grip slightly onto the arms of the chair, growing nervous.

“I asked you a question, y/n,” he whispers, his mouth now next to your ear.

“Fuck uh, y-yeah, I’m great,” you stutter, clenching your legs. Were you really turned on right now? He’s your new professor who’s probably twice your age and you’re ready to strip right here and now.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry Daveed I-”

“That’s Mr. Diggs to you,” he growls, his lips now grazing over your ear as he speaks.

“O-of course, Mr. Diggs,” you comply, eyes wandering down his body. His shirt seems to show far more muscles than earlier. But you weren’t complaining.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Daveed whispers, mouth moving to yours to capture you in a kiss. It’s not gentle nor rough but has a sense of lust you'd never experienced before. You don’t even know this man and you were letting him have his way with you in an unlocked room on the campus of a school. You know this isn’t right. Hell, this isn’t even legal but right now you’re thinking with the dampness in your panties not the good judgment in your mind.

He continues moving his lips on yours and pulls you up so you’re standing against him. He walks back toward the couch, mouth not leaving yours once. He still has some of your hair tangled into his hand from when he had stopped the chair earlier. He uses it to his advantage and pulls on it suddenly, making your head jerk back and you’re mouth open. You moan when he slides his tongue in. You’re lowered onto the couch, him starting to slightly lean over you.

He pushes you down completely, straddling one of your legs. You move your knee up spreading your legs a little more and feel something hard graze against you. You know you should stop but you forget about thinking when he starts to reach his hand down the waistband of your jeans. Your breath hitches and you can feel him smile against your mouth.

“Damn y/n, I didn’t know I could get you like this so fast,” he whispers, voice husky.

“Of course you wouldn’t know. You know nothing more than my name at this point,” you pant while beginning to lift the edge of his shirt.

“Well I’d love to get to know you but I’m a little busy right now,” Daveed jokes, struggling to rip off your too-tight jeans. You swiftly remove his shirt as he finally strips you of your only layer of clothing- you decided not to wear panties that day.

“Are you ready?” he asks while undoing the belt holding up his slacks. You give a small moan in agreement as you see his dick nearly protruding out of his boxers. Without notice Daveed drops his remaining clothing and grabs the back of your head, gripping a fistful of hair and pulling. He pulls you closer to him as he uses his other hand to position his cock against your lips. You expect him to let you take the lead and you prepare to welcome him into your mouth. His grip on you tightens. Daveed slams himself into your throat and you let out a gag. This wasn’t your first time but it feels different than before.

You had watched porn scenes like this but never imagined it would be happening today. And not at 18 years old with your new professor. The onslaught continues as you feel his cock stretch your throat with every forceful pound. Your saliva and Daveed's sticky precum are dripping down your chin as you try to swallow. You can barely breathe much less swallow the fluids combining in your mouth. You were in pain what felt like everywhere. Your hair, your neck, your head, and anywhere that was being forcefully moved and penetrated by Daveed. But you loved it. You relished in the sting of your hair being pulled and your face being fucked.

Daveed begins to slow down and releases his grip on your head. You take in a deep breath and wait for the next act. Daveed moves quick, tearing off your shirt and pulling your bra off over your head. He pushes you back on the couch and moves down to your sopping pussy.

“I’m going to fuck your little cunt up so bad,” He growls. You watch as he slowly runs his tongue over his lips before he uses his fingers to sperate the lips of your pussy.

You shudder at the small touch bracing yourself for what’s next. Daveed opens his mouth, consuming your cunt in a sloppy kiss. His tongue lands on your swollen clit as he begins sucking and flicking all-around your sensitive ball of nerves. You try and keep quiet, reducing your moans to muffled groans. You bite the back of your hand as you feel a finger slip inside of you. You had only ever fucked boys who couldn't find a way to please you. This was what you needed; a mature man to make you feel something worth screaming over.

Daveed's finger begins thrusting faster as he slips another inside you. You lay there squirming and whining like a little puppy as the pleasure continued consuming your body. Then He added a third finger. It had been a while since you last had a dick in you and you could feel your pussy stretching to accommodate the new addition. You begin thrusting into Daveed as you feel your body ready to explode.

Daveed senses your body close to climax and abruptly stops. He rips his fingers out of you and stuffs them inside your panting mouth.

“Lick it off, get a good taste of yourself you little slut,” he growls, leaving his fingers in your mouth and gripping your chin to close your mouth. You begin sucking your juices from his fingers and move your hand down to your cunt. You felt so close and you just needed to keep going. Daveed notices your hand traveling down and wastes no time removing his hand from your mouth and pinning your hands above your head. He says nothing as he reaches to the floor to grab the belt he was previously wearing. It all happens so fast you can barely squeak out a word before your hangs are stuck tied above your head.

“Don’t try that again,” Daveed scolds while wiping his hand against your stomach to remove any of your remaining juices.

“O-oh I’m sorry Mr. Diggs,” you cower, showing the best puppy dog eyes you can muster. Daveed stares down at you for a moment before reaching into his discarded pants pocket.

“I’m on the pill,” you inform him, smiling slightly as his face lights up. You were excited to feel all of him raw inside you.

“Good girl,” Daveed tells you. He smooths down the stray hairs on your head and lines up his throbbing cock to your cunt. You honestly weren’t sure it would fit without tearing apart your insides. You didn’t get a chance to prepare yourself before he sinks halfway inside you. You let out a forceful breath, feeling a euphoric mix of pain and pleasure. Daveed lets out a small grunt and slightly pulls out of you.

“Be quiet,” he sternly warns you. You slightly nod and ball your fists as much as you can while tied above your head. Daveed slams back into you. this time forcing as much inside you as he can. You let out a gasp as he begins roughly thrusting his large cock inside you. You let out a moan; this one a little too loud. Daveed doesn’t hesitate as he wraps his right hand around your throat and slightly applies pressure. you throw back your head in immense pleasure reveling in the gentle pain.

Daveed moves his free hand to your clit and begins quickly rubbing his hand side to side against your clit. His intense thrusting continues as you try and contain your moans and noises. You can’t help but let out a small shriek as you feel yourself begin to unravel. Daveed tightens his grip around your neck, this time applying enough pressure to make it hard for you to breathe. You thrust your hips to meet him feeling every nerve in your pussy being abused by his cock. Every part of you tenses and you feel a release coming. Daveed removes his hand from around your neck and groans at the sudden lightening of your pussy.

“Shhh,” you hear whispered into your ear as you explode, your juices combining with Daveed’s. He thrusts into you while you both climax while muffled moans fill the dim room. Daveed quickly pulls out of you and begins undoing the belt still strapping your hands together.

“You good?” he asks. You look up at him still breathing heavily, the events catching up to you. “Um, yeah, I’m just... yeah I’m good,” you reply, not sure how to answer. You sit up and bend down to collect your discarded clothing. You slip on your jeans and the rest of your clothes, not sure if he expected you to stay.

“Come here for a sec,” Daveed tells you, walking to his desk. You follow him unsure of what's coming next. He looks up at you and reaches up and begins smoothing your messy hair. “We don’t want anyone getting suspicious,” he states. He gives you a small kiss on your forehead.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything?” he asks.

“No I’m totally good,” you assure, smiling up at him.

“Good girl,” he tells you right as a loud knock comes from the door.

“I should get going.”

You grab your bag and quickly shuffle to the door. You open it to see an older man waiting. He must have been another professor.

“Same time next week?” Daveed asks loudly from across the room.

“Of course!” You say back, smirking as you reach for your phone to put the meeting into your calendar.

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Just finished a smut peice from a while ago! Running it through a few spell checkers right now! It should be out within the next half an hour :) 18+

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BLESS YOU WONDERFUL PERSON!YOUR IMAGINES ARE FREAKING AMAZING 💖💖💖💖💖

Aww thank you so much!! Idk how old this is 🥺 but I appreciate it nevertheless 💗✨

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Requests are open!!!!

Give me inspiration! I’m flying to New York in a few days and I need something to do ✨

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Should I post my old fanfics?? I have a bunch half finished and I can’t guarantee that they’re good. I’d have to finish them but? Opinions??

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Daveed Diggs x Reader: What’d I miss? Pt. 1

Part 2 is nearly done!

Summary: You’re in New York, and Daveed is on a month visit in Oakland. And you miss him. A lot.

Words: 1,832

Pages: 5

“What’s wrong y/n?” Jazzy asks, watching you flop around on the couch. You moan lazily and stretch out your arms.

“I miss him so much,” You whine, wanting Daveed to be right next to you holding your hand. “How am I supposed to go through two more weeks of this?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you call him?” she asks.

“He’s probably sleeping right now,” You explain, looking at the clock and seeing it’s almost noon.

“What’s the time difference?”

“He’s about 3 hours behind us so hopefully he’ll be up soon,” You sigh, knowing that he probably stayed out late with Rafa and won’t wake up for a few more hours.

“Well I’ve got stuff to do today and I don’t have time to see you moping around. You wanna come with me and do something productive?” Jazzy questions, standing up to leave.

“Nah, I’m good, I’ll just stay here.”

This had been the case a lot since Daveed went back to Oakland. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be coming back to New York but it was always hard for you to be away from him. You didn’t realize how easy it was to get lonely. Now the only things you seemed to care about since he left were your phone calls and video chats. You were resilient to let him know how hard it was for you because you really wanted him to enjoy himself.

“Hmmm, I guess I’ll just have to stop and get coffee all by myself,” she mock complains while wearing a pout.

“Damn, I don’t know if I can pass that offer up though,” you give in, standing up and following her out the door.

“Hey Daveed,” You sigh happily, your smile evident even through the phone.

“Oh god y/n, how’s my baby girl?”

“I’m okay, I just miss you so much,” You tell him, longing to feel his body against yours. “But don’t worry about me. How are you?”

“I don’t know. All I can think about is how much I just want to feel you again.” He pauses for a brief moment before continuing. “Last night I woke up and was cold so I rolled over to wrap my arms around you, but you weren’t there. It’s always weird not waking up next to you but last night I just got really homesick.” You can hear the pain in his voice as he recalls the event.

“But you are home,” You choke out, his story being something you had experienced many times before.

“I would be if you were here.”

The line is quiet as you both stop talking momentarily. You never thought that Daveed would be struggling with this as much as you, but maybe he was. That just hurt you more. You try and stop thinking about it but it’s just too hard and you feel tears coming.

“Y/n, are you okay? You’re really quiet,” He asks, concerned. He hears sniffling and begins worrying.

“U-um, yeah, I’m okay,” You lie.

“Facetime. Now.” He demands before he disconnects the call. You get incredibly anxious knowing that he would question why you were so upset, which only leads to more tears streaming down your face. Obviously neither of you would be happy about the situation but you both had one rule for whenever you were apart: no tears. Daveed’s name comes across your phone and you have no choice but to pick it up. He has a worried look on his face the moment you see him.

“Oh no baby, please talk to me,” He pleads, understanding your pain.

“I’m being overdramatic, I’m so sorry,” You respond, trying to clear away the water pooling in your eyes.

“Y/n, have you been taking your meds?” He questions, furrowing his eyebrows. The comment really hurt you. It made you feel like there was something wrong with you beyond fixing. “Oh god, you stopped didn’t you? Why would you do this to yourself y/n?” He asks, shaking his head. “It hurts me too, not just you.”

You lose it all, letting the phone slip from your hands as you rest your head on your knees and bawl. You know he means well but it’s just not what you needed to hear. You remind yourself that nothing he could say would possibly make you feel better. The only thing that would ever help would be him by your side. You can hear the muffled sound of Daveed’s voice coming from the device below you and you know it would be wise to explain yourself.

You bend over and pick up your phone, hands shaking as you do so. Daveed is rambling on loudly and you can see he’s on the verge of tears.

“D.”

He focuses on you.

“I’m still taking my meds,” You sternly tell him although your voice doesn’t carry the confidence that you wish it did.

“I-I know, I’m just so in love with you and I can’t take it that you feel like this and I can’t fix it,” He admits, regretting being so blunt with you moments earlier.

“I love you too but you can’t fix this Daveed. Even if you being here helps, you can’t stop my brain from making me feel ten times worse,” You confess to him, hoping he understands.

“But I sure can try, can’t I?”

“Yes D, you can,” you tell him, starting to wipe away the tears and letting a small smile drift through your previous break down.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile,” He tells you, pulling his blanket off his chest.

“Mmhmm,” You respond staring at his now very visible and muscular body.

“Y/n, I know you’re totally concentrating on my eyes right now, yeah?” He asks, laughing at your expressions.

“Aw, c’mon D, it’s not my fault you’re such a fucking tease,” You shrug, feeling no shame.

“Tease? All I’m doing is sitting here. If anyone’s a tease, It’s you,” he accuses, reaching over to the stand beside his bed and putting on his glasses.

“What? how?? I’m just sitting here being a plain mess,” You laugh, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“Exactly. I love that,” He smiles again, enjoying the rolling of your eyes and blushing of your cheeks. He has always loved sliding little compliments into your conversations to see how flustered he can get you.

“Wait,” You pause. “Did you just call me a mess?” You ask, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Yeah, but you’re my little mess I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Two weeks later.

Daveed walks into your shared apartment in the middle of the night. He wasn’t expecting to get home so late but there was a small delay at the airport. At least this way he could surprise you when you woke up. He had made sure to stop and pick up some flowers for you along with the countless other things he had brought back for you from Oakland. His favorite would have to be the warriors jersey, knowing how much you loathed his obsession with them.

He sets the flowers into a vase with water and kicks off his shoes. As much as he loves the Town, he missed not only you but this familiarity in general. He walks down the hall and into your room to see you sound asleep and curled up. The sight of you almost brings tears of joy to his eyes and his smile is as wide as it can get. He strips off his t-shirt and Jeans and crawls into bed next to you. You don’t stir as he pulls you directly to him. That moment he makes a promise to himself and decides he will never leave you again.

“I love you so fucking much y/n. God damn, I missed my baby girl. I don’t know how I went without you for so long,” He whispers into your neck, intertwining his fingers with yours. As much as he wants to savor the feeling of you against him, he knows if he wants to enjoy his time with you awake tomorrow he will need some sleep.

It isn’t hard for his breathing to slow and deepen until eventually, his arms become slack around your frame. He already knows he will sleep well and not wake up cold again.

The next morning.

You see the sun coming in from the outside world as you squint your eyes open. You go to roll over to check your phone but something's stopping you.

“DAVEED OH MY GOD YOU’RE HOME!” You scream, waking him up from a deep sleep. He looks scared momentarily until he realizes that it’s you. He doesn’t speak as grabs you and pulls you into a huge hug. You let tears of joy flow freely onto his chest as you wrap your arms around him. You both stay like this for several minutes just holding each other. He leans down and attaches his lips to yours for a long, wanting kiss. You both part and continue in your previous embrace.

“We should go do something,” Daveed whispers first, tracing circles on your back. “I know you haven’t done much since I’ve left.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” You tell him, starting to pull away.

“Then we should get ready, Yeah?”

“Yeah, we should,” you conclude, getting up to put on some clothes.

“And y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you. A lot,” he tells you, a satisfied look in his eyes.

“I love you too but Daveed, I have something to tell you,” You say nervously. “I uh, I-I was having such a hard time with you being gone because right before you left I-,” You stop talking, trying to figure out how to say this right. He gets up and walks over to you and grabs your hands.

“What is it baby?” He prods, hoping you wouldn’t say that you didn’t want him anymore.

“I’m not the only baby you’re going to have,” You say quietly, immediately looking into his eyes for a reaction.

“Y-you mean you’re pregnant?” He confirms, not expecting to come home to this. “Oh my god, what did I miss?” He asks, beginning to smile brightly. You see his positive reaction and relief floods through you.

“A lot D, you missed a lot,” You tell him smiling while he embraces you.

“I didn’t know I could love you any more than I already did but I guess I was wrong,” Daveed whispers to you, giving you one last squeeze as you chuckle at his cute comment. He moves his hands to your stomach although there is barely a noticeable bump yet.

“I can’t believe my baby girl is in there,” He spurts out, eyes lighting up.

“Nah, it’s a boy,” You tell him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He playfully glares at you as he lifts your head with his hand.

“Whatever it is, I’ll love them,” He smiles, closing his eyes and kissing your lips lightly.

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Valentine’s day drabble #1

Daveed Diggs x reader

words: 703

Not a request, I just wanted to write a cute little short thing since you know what today is. I wrote this super quick and didn’t really have time to perfect it so it’s pretty bad. My normal work is much longer, detailed, and just better. I’ll normally only post something when I’m proud of it, but I’ve slacked on requests so I felt like I needed to give the world something.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Daveed chuckles, smiling at your messy hair and wrinkled night clothes.

“Good morning,” you yawn in response, moving to sit next to him on the couch while he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug. You move to do the same to him and squeeze back. He was always the sweetest in the mornings because he knew how much you hated getting up early.

“Happy Valentine's day,” he whispers while gently tracing small patterns on your back.

“Aw, happy V-day!” you say back as you pull out of the embrace. “I’m glad I get to spend it with you,” you tell him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Me too baby. But before you do anything, I feel like you should go look in the kitchen. It’s just a hunch but I feel like there might be something in there,” he teases you, a lightness to his voice.

“Daveed I told you not to worry about doing anything!” you scold, rolling your eyes. You had never really expected him to listen anyways.

“Oh hush and go look,” he laughs, pulling you up. You walk through the living room, Daveed trailing you closely, his hand ghosting your lower back as you turn into the kitchen.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, looking at the display in front of you and trying to take in the countless light pink roses, candies, and all of your favorite snacks. You were assuming you’d see maybe a small present and a few flowers like usual. But this was clearly not the usual.

“How many flowers are there?” you ask, breathless. You didn’t even want to begin to count.

“Four hundred and Twenty four,” he tells you, voice wavering slightly. “For everyday I’ve been hopelessly in love with you.”

“Oh Daveed,” you turn around to thank him, “This is amazing I-”

You stop talking as he slides down onto one knee.

“Y/n, I love you more than anything in this world and I’d give my life to make you happy. From the day I met you I knew that I’d never get over you and I never want to have to.”

You let out a small hiccup, water starting to build in your eyes while he pulls a small black velvet box from his pocket.

“I didn’t know the meaning of perfect until I held your hand and I knew that if that feeling wasn’t it, then I’d never find it. I never want to live my life without you. You make my life and heart complete. So y/n, will you marry me?” He finishes with slightly shaking hands but a hopeful look on his face.

“Yes, Of course I’ll marry you!” you choke out, wiping the salty tears coming full force out of your eyes. Daveed grabs your too shaking hand and gently slides the ring into place. It fit perfect.

“Come here, fiance,” you laugh, tugging on his hand.

“I’m glad you didn’t say no,” he tells you, wrapping his much larger arms around your still crying form. “That would’ve been a waste of six hundred dollars on roses alone.”

“DAVEED!” you yell, gently slapping his arm. “That’s too much! I love them but what the hell?”

“It’s only because I love you. Now stop crying! You’re going to make me cry,” he jokes, resting his forehead against yours and gently wiping the wetness from your cheeks. You both stand like this, neither of you moving an inch.

“I would love to stay right here all day and just hold you, but we should go get ready, I have lots of plans for today,” he informs you.

“Oh do you now? And do these plans require jeans and a t-shirt or a ballgown?” you half question and half joke. You never knew with Daveed.

“I’d say a common middle ground,” he decides, smiling at you.

“I love you so much y/n,” your soon to be husband tells you, giving you the softest kiss on the lips.

“I love you more,” you tell him, quickly running off to get ready before he can argue back.

This would definitely be a Valentine’s day for the books.

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