Imagines : Diggy Edition *TAKING REQUESTS*

IFHY (part 1)

"Why do you hate him so much?" Cynthia asks you as if it was any of her business as to why you couldn't stand the sight of Diggy.

"I just don't like him that's all." You try to dismiss the conversation but it's in her nature to want to know it all.

"What is it? Is it the way he dresses? Does he smell funny?" She goes on waving her hands in the air.

"Cyn, really..."

"He's very very smart. So why do you hate him?" She stares at you in awe, like it was the end all of be all if you don't him.

"CYN!" You startle her. "Cyn," you say in a much more calm tone. "Honey bunches, baby, since we are friends...why do you even like him?" You ask thinking that she would have a hard time answering it herself.

"He throws parties, big parties. He's friends with Justin Bieber...my future husband. We've got to start being friendly." She groans.

"Be friendly! Without me though!" You roll your eyes.

"We are a unit. This-me and you-us, we are BEST friends. You can't just be friendly with out the person you're friends with. ESPECIALLY, if your friend doesn't like them." She stares you dead in the eye crazily.

     But you don't say a word, just rolling your eyes irritated like. "C'mon y/n, he's so cute. And he looks like Larenz Tate." Cynthia smiles awkwardly nudging your arm and as you think about it you begin to blush.

"Yeah he's got pretty teeth." You say a little love struck.

"Mhmm." Cynthia smirks.

"He's a little cute." You admit stubbornly even though you've thought it was true all along. He's gorgeous and tall and can dress. He's everything.

"Who's a little cute?" Diggy's voice booms from behind you and you turn slowly, disgust revisiting your face.

"We were actually talking about y-"

"What's it matter to you?" You cut Cynthia off and Diggy raises both his eyebrows and licks his lips.

"Cynthia, Oliver wants to talk to you." Diggy clenches his jaw and your heart begins to pound in slow motion.

Cyn leaves and it's just you and him now. "Why you be bring so rude to me, huh?" He takes a few steps towards you slowly. Inching closer until your bodies are nothing but centimeters away.

"I just..." You trail off, unable to speak. You just want to grab his face and kiss it.

"What? Give me one reason." He's whispering now because your bodies are touching and you can feel his cool spearmint breath on your lips.

"Listen-" you take a step back.

"Nah." He interrupts you and takes a step forward and you try to step back but you're wedged in between him and the counter. "Y/n, I've been watching you for a while. And I know you want me but you just don't want to want me. But right now," he looks you up and down and grabs your waist. "I just want to make sure you know how much I love you." He whispers in your ear and your eyes close feeling the smoothness of his words and then to feel a rushing sensation from him kissing on your neck.

You tilt your head back and he lifts you up and puts you on the counter, he unbuttons his pants and takes it out. He flips up your skirt and starts rubbing the tip on your clit. He puts a little more force and your hips begin moving. He puts it away, rubbing his two fingers on the front of your panties smiling.

"We can finish upstairs if you want. It's your house." He smiles boyishly.

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