Note: Here’s the second part to Vegas! You know that part in a concert where all the music just stops mid-song, and then it resumes after a couple of moments and it’s super awesome and amazing? Yeah, that’s what I tried to describe in this fic, but I don’t think I did it that well. Oh well. I did my best.
Word Count: 2782
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT, car sex, the usual bad language
“No.” Daveed said for the third time.
“Why not?” You asked, groaning a bit.
“Because I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come. It’s dangerous for you. Shows can get out of hand sometimes.”
Tonight, clipping. was scheduled for a pop-up show at a local bar and you were trying to convince Daveed to take you with him. The both of you had become friends with benefits after he ‘broke your curse’ of not being able to orgasm during sex with anyone else. You both satisfied each other’s needs when it was necessary, and you enjoyed this relationship that you both had, but there were certain things that you didn’t enjoy: he was overprotective.
“C’mon, D. I’m a grown woman, I can handle myself. You don’t have to treat me like a damsel in distress all the time.” You said, leaning against the counter. He wasn’t going to make you bring out the puppy dog eyes, was he?