Rated X Imagines

Provocation

Y/n's POV

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"Babe the guys will be over in a bit." Dig chuckled, pinning me to the bed to shield him away from my kisses.

Ugh! I hate the days where his friends come over just to trash our house, use up our electricity, and eat all our food. That doesn't sound like good friends to me. Plus they always ask Diggy how I am in bed. And he answers! That shit is supposed to be private.

Every visit I somehow end up humiliated.

I kissed the tip of his chin, down to the base of his neck, his ultimate weak spot. Kisses in the right places work to my advantage every once in a while.

"Tell them to come back later." I pouted.

Dig knows they take it too far sometimes, that's why I said they couldn't come back. Their last visit pissed me off to the point of no return. Talking about I'm a bad cook, the house is always dirty, and I'm not a real girlfriend because I don't give Diggy head.

First off, Daniel cooks their food for them. After the first time they came over, I never made any of my delicious food for their ungrateful asses again. Second, the house is clean when they step foot through the goddamn door; after one second, I have putrid smelling shoes in the living room and stains that appear from out of the blue. Third, just because I choose not to suck off my boyfriend does not make me a side chick. I told Dig once we were fully committed in a marriage I would give him that benefit, until then he just has to wait it out.

He shouldn't have even told them punk asses about our sex life.

"I can't. I need time to chill with my friends for a while. I haven't seen them in like two weeks. This man needs time to be a man." Guess the kisses didn't work this time.

I huffed, pushing him off of me. "Fine, but if they say one thing about me not sucking dick I will personally throw them out."

"Cool with me." He smirked.

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"Man lets just order some pizza." Trey laughed, throwing out the destroyed barbecue wings Dig tried making. It never bothered him that they hate his cooking, he hates it too. He just cooks for them because he knows I won't.

Those burnt wings were just a lifeless mess from the moment he took them out the package. Chris patted me on the back, giving me that "At least you tried" face. He was cool with me; all the others however are a different story. Dig sat next to me, lifting me from the couch and on his lap. It felt good. Considering the fact that he was hiding an erection in his pants.

"Where did that come from?" I murmured in his ear.

He kissed at my neck while he answered. "Thoughts about what I'm going to do to you when they leave."

I live for his unexpected freaky moments in our relationship. It keeps everything fresh and exciting. "You could be doing that stuff to me right now if you just did what I asked. Now we have to deal with them."

"Big talk for a girl who doesn't suck." Derek commented.

I rolled my eyes his way. "You can leave. Like now."

"I bet you don't even ride the nigga." He countered, chugging down his Gatorade.

I don't, but that doesn't mean that he's suppose to know that. After a moment of silence he gleamed in triumph. Yes he was right, I've never rid Diggy. I'm just used to him taking control in the bedroom, but of course I would like to try it one day. To make my man feel happy.

"Well... Ugh... She...." Dig sighed, squeezing my thighs.

Great, now he's embarrassed.

"Everyone out. Now." I demanded, escorting all of them to the door. Chris gave me a small hug, but Derek and Trey just snickered my way. Yep, they're never coming back over here. Diggy's just gonna have to hangout at their places from now on.

"Thanks for sticking up for me babe. You really told them off." Sarcasm dripped all through my words, showing no mercy.

"What was I suppose to do? Lie to them." Yes! He was suppose to lie to help me out, instead of making me look like a bad girlfriend for not doing regular sexual things that other women do for their men.

"No shit Sherlock! Protect me. Now I look even more pathetic. What kind of girlfriend am I if I don't even ride? A pretty shitty one if you ask me." I complained.

"Stop beatin' yourself up about this. So you don't ride or suck, shit ain't nothing to me Ma." He's lying. He just has to be lying to me.

I sat back down on my previous seat, wrapping my arms around his neck. "So you're telling me you don't care if I that stuff to you?" He shook his head no and pecked my lips. I kissed back, taking one hand from behind his back to unbuckle his belt.

"Not even a little?"

"What are you doing, Y/n?" He asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing. I'm going to ride my boyfriend."

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Author's Note: Part 2???????? Comment if so.

_____Digxstopher 😊❤️