7- Diggy Simmons- EXTREME SMUT

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                                                                           Warning extreme SMUT

                                                         Diggy was unlike any guy you dated before.

                                          He had an air of innocence, the type that fooled your parents into thinking he was a good boy. The type to only want to hold your hand and give you long, lingering kisses as he brought you home on time. It wasn't a lie, he was a good boy but you loved it when he was bad. He could change that image within seconds. He'd swap his boyish charm to filth at the drop of a hat. He could kiss you, leave your legs weak and trembling, he could tell you how beautiful you looked and would wait for the smile to appear on your face before telling you "how much more beautiful you'd look with my cock in your throat."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          He loved to whisper exactly what he wanted to do to you while out in public just to see you become hot and flustered. He loved to tell you how hard you make him when he's away touring. The two of you weren't against pleasuring yourselves on video call while he was away. You loved making him moan as he watched as your fingers move in and out of you, the way he'd bite his lip as he tried not to be too vocal as he took his hard cock in his hand and wanked, that he could alert those in the rooms on either side of his.

You loved his filthy mouth. Especially when he was deep inside of you, fucking you into oblivion. It was the hottest thing you'd ever heard. And tonight was no exception. He'd come home after several weeks of filming and declared he was hungry and wanted to take you out. He'd been excited, clutching your hand as he pulled you towards the subway. His hands were on you the whole time; either on your waist, in your hair, cupping your jaw or on your ass.

He didn't mind PDA but fully understands time and place is essential. As the carriages fill and empty, he uses his hands accordingly. Little did you know, this would be the start of the teasing that he had in mind.

"Fuck I've missed you baby," he says several minutes after your main course is placed in front of you both.

"I've missed you too." He licks his lips, his eyes glancing around to see if anyone is looking. He pushes his plate closer to yours and moves his cutlery before shuffling his seat closer. "Diggy, no." You know where this is going and despite your words saying no, your core clenches and you feel wetness begin to soak your panties.

"No? You don't want my fingers inside that tight pussy of yours?" He whispers, his lips brushing yours and his husky tone driving you crazy. To anyone watching, they'd see a loved-up couple stealing a few kisses between eating their meal. They can't see the way his hand inches up your thigh or hear the way your breathing catches in your throat. "Because I've fucking thought about it every day that I've been away."

You regret wearing a skirt, something that can be easily lifted by him and used against you. You also hate yourself for shifting in your seat and opening your legs further so he has full access to your soaking entrance. "Look at you. You're saying no but I can feel the heat from between your thighs from where my fingers are. Tell me to stop," he says suddenly, his eyes meeting yours. As dirty as he was, it brought a smile to your lips that he was still asking permission. You shake your head, you didn't want him to stop. You wanted his fingers knuckle deep and giving you pleasure. Not that you voice this.

"In case haven't told you yet, you look beautiful tonight baby girl," he smiles at you sweetly despite the actions of his hand.

They continue to inch towards the exact spot where you're dangerously close to begging him to be. You know he loves to hear you beg, it was something that turned him on. He loved to know he was driving you crazy and loved to hear just how aroused and needy he was making you. "I bet you're so wet for me already aren't you and I haven't even touched you. Just wait until I'm tongue deep and you're squirting for me."


Your hand touches his knee and you begin the same journey upwards. "Who says you can touch?" He asks with a raised eyebrow as your fingers dance over his thick cock that's straining against his jeans. He smirks when he feels your thighs tense as you feel how hard he is for you already. "You like that? Knowing how much I want you?" He asks as his fingers stroke over the edging of your panties. The gentle, ever so light touch sends ripples of need throughout you. He rub over your clothed clit. Your hips buck instantly, needing to feel more of him.


The hand gripping your fork tightens and you swallow hard, snapping your head to face him. "Diggy." You mutter as a warning though you're not sure if its for him to continue without teasing or to stop because you'll not make it very long if he continues and you'd really rather not ruin a restaurant chair with your orgasm. "Don't do this. Not here" You try to distract yourself by stabbing at your food and shoving it into your mouth as quickly as possible.

You curse yourself for telling him one night that you'd always wanted to tease or be teased whilst out having dinner. Where neither of you could stop the other and you'd have to accept whatever it was that they wanted to do. Within reason. It was much easier for him to play and have fun, his hand gestures much more subtle than the way your hand would be as it stroked his impressive sized cock.

"I'm not doing anything." He plays it innocent. "Looks like you're hungry." Diggy comments as his fingers brush over your clit again. You let the breath out through your nose and you concentrate on chewing the best you can. You have to get through this meal. You've just got to. Your eyes dart around the room, checking that no one has noticed what's happening. You know they can't see anything, the tablecloth drapes over the edge and covers your lap. There's no way anyone can see your skirt pushed up to your hips and two of his fingers rubbing over your swollen nub and dragging them down your slit. He probes your entrance through your panties and the low throaty groan he voices makes you throb. "God you're so wet."

You grind yourself into his fingers, needing more pressure than he's currently giving you. His underwear covered fingers enter you slightly, teasing you, wanting to see how far you'll let him go. In retaliation, palm him through his jeans, running your finger and thumb over the swollen head of his cock, smiling to yourself when you hear his moan.



OKAY I WILL MAKE A PART 2 I PROMISE

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ALSO I DONT THINK I WILL BE DOING A PART 2 FOR THE XXXTENTACION ONE, IM SO SORRY



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