Dayasco x

Bar fights

TW: hate crime❌
Daya's POV:
The air in the bar was thick with anticipation, I could feel a haze of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume getting caught in my throat with each breath. As show time grew nearer the floor of the bar became more and more crowded, a sea of people waiting to see Bosco and the other girls perform. As Bosco took the stage she looked incredible, the black straps of her corset cinched her waist, accentuating her curves in a way that made even the toughest rancher in the room blush. The way she moved, the way her eyes teased the audience, the flick of her wrist as she tossed her long, black hair – it was a masterclass in seduction, and my eyes were glued to her, she made it a point to look at me in my eyes every so often. Comforting me in the knowledge that she knew it was there to support her. I leaned back against the bar, my pint of beer warming in my clammy hand, my eyes not leaving her. Her confidence, her sensuality, it was intoxicating. I was so proud of her, I knew from what she'd told me that It hadn't been easy for her knowing she was trans in this town, where the only other out gay people were the ones in the bars, too scared to show their true selves out on the streets. But Bosco, she wouldn't let it break her, she used it as fuel, as inspiration for her drag. The roar of the crowd intensified as Bosco reached the climax of her act, a hush fell over the room, then a collective gasp as she lowered herself to the floor, her body being admired by the whole room as she climbed up onto a chair, dancing on it, leaning back and spreading her legs for the crowd. But the cheer that erupted was tainted by something else – a low, guttural growl, I could tell something was wrong, I felt a chill run down my spine. A few guys at the front of the stage were getting too close, their eyes lust-filled, their hands reaching out. Their voices, laced with obscenities, seemed to cut through the music and I could hear them loud and clear. I clenched my fists, my desires to protect Bosco kicking in. I knew Bosco couldn't see them, she was completely absorbed in the show. "Just ignore them, Daya," I told myself. "Don't ruin her set". I tried to keep myself calm, I knew this stuff happened all the time at drag shows, I'd even had it happen to me before. But my moment of calmness ended abruptly as one of the men, a huge guy with a beer gut and a nasty sneer, reached over the barrier separating the stage from the audience. His hand grazed Bosco's hip before he managed to slap her on the ass "cmon pretty girl let's see what you've got in your pants" he snarled at her, a violation that sent a wave of fury through me. I was up in an instant, barstool clattering to the floor. The music seemed to fade as anger raged through my body. "Get your hands off her, you pervert!" I said, my voice raw with anger. The drunk, surprised by my sudden appearance, stumbled back and almost falling over. His friends, realizing the situation was escalating, stepped back, their faces pale with fear. "Who the hell do you think you are, to tell me what to do gay boy?" the man sputtered, his voice thick with alcohol. "This is a free country, I can do what I want, especially to women". I almost didn't hear the wicked words coming from him, my gaze fixed on Bosco. She stood frozen, her expression a mixture of shock and fear. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "Either go back to your seat, or get the fuck out" I growled, my voice low. I reached out for Bosco, my hand hovering over the barrier. "You don't get to touch her, not now, not ever". "Aww is it your little boy toy?" He sneered looking at Bosco, making it clear he was checking her out before smirking back to me. Before I could even respond several other men from the crowd came to my side, "get the fuck out" one of them shouted, whilst the rest did their best to look menacing. The men backed down, muttering threats under their breath as the headed to the exit of the bar. The rest of the crowd, having witnessed the whole scene, erupted in cheers, their voices a wave of approval. I looked over to Bosco giving her a nod of encouragement before mouthing "you've got this Sco", her composure seemed to be regained as she took a deep breath, and her music started again and she got right back into her routine where she'd left off. The crowd, captivated by her resilience cheered and hollered respectfully for the rest of her number. I stood there clapping and cheering, my eyes never leaving her. As the music faded, the applause was thunderous. It was the loudest applause I'd ever heard at any bar gig I'd ever been at. I felt such an overwhelming sense of pride. As she came off the stage I made sure I was there to meet her, my arms open wide as she appeared. She rushed into my arms, burying her face in my chest. As proud as I was of her, my heart still ached for her, for the burden she carried, for the disrespect she faced when she was just trying to do her job. "I'm so proud of you," I whispered into her hair, my voice choked with emotion. "You were incredible." I said smiling down at her. Her smile, although it seemed fragile it was still genuine spread across her face.  "Thanks baby" she murmured, her voice husky. "I really needed you tonight, I don't want to know what would've happened if you weren't here." Her words resonated with me. She needed me, and I needed her. It was meant to be that I came to see her, I needed to be here to protect her. The bar wasn't far from her apartment, "I'll just get out of drag at home, I just wanna go" Bosco whined, "okay baby" I reply, pulling my hoodie which I had had tied around my waist off and putting it onto her, before I picked up her 2 bags and we headed for the door. Bosco clung to my arm tightly and her head was on a swivel walking home, I could tell she was shaken up by what had happened tonight. "You're okay Sco I promise, nothing will happen to you when I'm here", I say comfortingly putting an arm over her shoulders and I felt her body crash into my side as we walked. "I just feel dirty" her voice said shakily, "the things he said, just made me feel horrible". "I know Sco" as I open the heavy door into her apartment building. "He wanted to see what's..." I cut her off, not wanting to relive the moment in my mind again. "Hey it's okay baby, I know what's in there and you know what's in there, that's all that matters, he was just a drunk idiot". We finally make it back into the safety of Boscos apartment.

Smut❌
Boscos POV:
I watched as Daya gently placed down my bags and flopped down onto the couch, clapping the cats as he did. I curled up on the couch beside him, feeling shaken up and not wanting to go anywhere without him. As I sat down I pulled down the bottom half of my look and my tights, revealing a large red handprint on my backside. I whined when I saw it, "fuck Sco I didn't realised he got you that bad" Daya said, his voice a perfect mix of concern and anger, "cmon" he said tapping his chest, wanting me to climb up closer to him so I did, burying my face into the crook of his neck and I felt him slowly start to trace his fingers over where the hand print was, trying to soothe me. "I need to shower" I groan, not wanting to move from this position, "I'll shower with you" Daya said softly, I was hoping he'd say that. "Hang on tight" Daya whispered as he stood up, and walked to the bathroom with me still hanging onto him and I heard as the water started. I climbed down from Daya so I could take my wig off and put it back on one of my many wig heads, and get out of this outfit. I walked back into the bathroom and Daya helped me into the shower, following in behind me. The water felt refreshing, and it was nice being able to wash off the memories from the night. Daya placed his hands on my hips and I flinched, the memories of the other man still clear in my mind. "Shit baby I'm so sorry I didn't...", he muttered clearly upset about startling me, "no no it's okay don't be stupid I just got a fright" I say softly, turning around to cuddle him tightly, letting myself sink into his chest. I feel him washing my hair for me, and cleaning off any remnants of makeup which were still clinging to my face. "You're such a beautiful girl Sco" he whispered softly into my hair as I still clung to him, I planted a kiss on his chest whilst nuzzling my face into him. "Can I pick you up?" He asked softly, and I nodded in response as I felt the water be turned off and my feet be lifted from the floor. Daya wrapped a towel around my body before wrapping one around his waist and heading over to the bed we shared and putting me down onto it. "What do you wanna wear to bed?" Daya asks me, digging in his bag to show me my tshirt options. "I..." I stuttered, feeling butterflies in my stomach, "I wanna sleep just like this, I don't want to let some guy I'll hopefully never see again make me feel weird about my body" I say softly, drying off my body with my towel before going under the covers, "are you sure Sco? I can sleep with stuff on, or even on the floor if you don't want...", "no I want you in here too just as you are" I cut him off, just wanting his skin close to mine. I feel the bed droop down as he climbs in beside me, "I want to be the little spoon" I say softly, as he wraps his arm over my waist. I press my hips back into him, wanting to feel him against me. "Baby it's..." Daya starts to mutter, "shhh it's okay" I whine, after the tension of my act tonight, and the protectiveness that radiated from Daya I needed him, it had been so long. Feeling Daya's excitement rise against me only made me more and more desperate for him. "I'll go slow, I promise" Daya reassured, from behind me. I tucked my knees up towards my chest, giving him better access to me whilst he coated his fingers in lube and pressed one slowly inside of me. His other hand on my waist to steady me. He took his time, slowly pumping his finger in and out of me before adding the second, going slowly to make sure it wasn't too much for me. "Good girl" he praised, making me push my hips back onto him, needing more. I felt him pull his fingers out, knowing what was coming next, he pressed his tip slowly inside of me, steadying me with his hand. Thrusting in and out of me slowly, getting deeper with each thrust. His moans making me more and more desperate for him to fill me. I whined as I feel him fill me up, making me throw my head back against him fighting to keep my eyes from rolling back. His hands brush down my stomach and settle between my legs where he starts to pump me, "where do you want me to finish?" He whines as I rock my hips back and forth onto him. "Here" I moan, pulling my hands across my chest. I feel him pull out of me and go on his knees, his tall stature looming over me, as he now has me in one hand and himself in the other, I watch as his breath hitches and he finally reaches his climax, the hot, sticky liquid coating my chest as he does. I finish quickly after him, straight into Daya's massive hand, my body twitching all over as I did. "You're such a good girl baby" he moans, inspecting his hand grinning at what he'd made me do. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up, before returning with toilet paper and wipes to clean me off, "was I too much?" He asked nervously, worried he'd hurt me, "you were perfect baby" I manage to catch my breath enough to speak. He got back into bed and lay on his back, pulling me into him so we were lying skin to skin. My phone screen lit up, lighting up the entire room. I go to turn it off and see it's a text from Irene, "you were unreal tonight girl! Ps who was that mystery man who stepped in to get those guys to leave, you got a secret bf you've not told me about?"  I smiled at my phone, Irene was my drag sister and I loved her dearly, it wasn't that there was a particular reason I hadn't told her about Daya, I had just been so busy.  "Hmm maybe, you need to meet him, you'd love him" I text back before turning off my phone and curling up by Daya's side.