Hamilton Smut [@smutilton]

I Feel it Comin' - D. Diggs

Contains: sex + some kink

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x fem!reader

A/N: Happy Birthday to Daveed!

Instagram: @washetiquette

Word Count: 1817
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Daveed could hardly contain himself. All day his wife had been texting him and as it got closer to the end of his shift, the texts got dirtier.

He had to go to the bathroom multiple times, somewhat taking care of himself to hold off till he got home.

His phone dinged as he drove and no matter how much he wanted to read it and scan over a vivid description of what she planned to do to him whether it be on their table or in their bed.

She had been going to bed early for about two weeks, sometimes fake sleeping just so they couldn't have sex and all leading up to Daveed's pleasurable demise. She was clever and though it was absolutely frustrating, he loved her for it.

Daveed parked his car in their drive and quickly got out of the car, almost forgetting to lock it. He ran inside expecting a romantic setting and candles lit but it looked normal. However, he didn't find himself to be disappointed, it was probably a part of her plan.

At least he hoped so.

Suddenly he heard a soft humming come from the kitchen and when he walked inside he saw his wife chopping away at some carrots to add to his favourite meal.

Chicken Biscuits.

He smiled, "You didn't have to make them. I know they're a pain," he said.

He knew they weren't, they were actually very easy and simple to make but she had sensitive eyes and would cry when chopping the onions.

She waved him off, "I love you and it's your birthday. I'm making them. I may just look like a racoon when I'm done," she giggled. It was like music to his ears and his smile grew. He walked forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her and kissing her temple, "I love you too."

She continued to finish the carrot and then she moved on to slice the chicken, preparing everything for the meal before had so she could add them in right when they needed to be according to the recipe.

As she worked, Daveed's mind couldn't help but focus on her dirty texts that she had sent all day and how she was now acting like they never happened.
"I can't wait for tonight," he whispered lowly into her ear, pressing his thick lips to her neck. She moved from his arms and started sauteing the onions, his face falling slightly.

"I'm excited about chicken biscuits too, darling," she laughed, her hands dancing across the kitchen counter as she continued to cook, the kitchen filling with the delicious smell of a home cooked meal.

"I-" Daveed started but she interrupted him.

"Do you mind setting the table? These will be done soon and I want to eat right away. I'm starved and they already smell yummy."

Daveed closed his mouth and convinced himself that this was still a part of her plan.

"Sure," he mumbled, collecting the utensils and setting their small, square table that only had two of the four chairs with it.

He made sure to lay them out nicely, placing an expensive bottle of Merlot in the middle with the perfect wine glasses to enhance the flavours.

About ten minutes later Daveed and his wife sat at their table eating the magnificent chicken biscuits that she had prepared for him.

"This is lovely, thank you," Daveed said, finishing his last bit and cleansing his pallet with water before sipping his Merlot.

She finished a few minutes later as she had taken thirds of the chicken biscuits and after she was done she started cleaning the table.