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Damon Sims imagine? Reader being his girlfriend and him surprised seeing her in lingerie at the fashion show in the back door pilot episode?

I’m so into you | Damon Sims x black! Reader — Oct. Prompts

A/N: decided to tweak this a bit since we’re in my fav season of the year! I’m also flopping compared to last year but lmao Thank you for your request! Reader is given a name since I didn’t feel like adding y/n for this one!

Prompt: 15. “Does that even count as a costume? Or lingerie?”

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“Okay bitch!” Keisha screamed at the sight of you as she opened the door to the Airbnb.

You spun around on the doorstep, faux leather trench coat flapping in the autumn air as you did so.

Nathan peeked around the corner asking, red cup in one of their hands, “Who is that?”

“Dessy Des.” Keisha answered as you stepped into the warm temporary home, shortly embracing you afterwards.

Keisha glanced down at you again and let out a low-whistle, “girl you’re looking hot as fuck and if you’re gonna keep flashing everyone here tonight, I might have to start tipping.”

The both of you shared a laugh as Nate fully came into the entry way to stand beside their bestie, “Careful Keish. Your man is just in the living room—

You decided to open your coat again for your friend as well who’s mouth flew open before a smile split onto their lips, “I suddenly might be straight. I’m living for this moment!”

This time you fully tied up the trench coat together as you blew a kiss at Nate and took the time to take in each of their outfits as well. Your eyes immediately went to Nate who was all grins and spun to the side and began popping their back. Of course you hyped them up before they spun to face you, hands clasped over the other as they waited for you to guess their fit.

Everyone here at Simone’s spooky spectacular soirée (yes it was a mouthful but it was her first major gathering let the girl live, you argued in favor of your new friend!) planned to surprise each other with their celebrity costumes. No posts were allowed, only selfies if they couldn’t contain their excitement to their stories in order to not ruin the surprise. Your friend group loved posting together whenever there were gatherings and coming from a minor film major like yourself, it was slightly difficult.

Tapping your chin you took in the wine and orange satin crop top jacket, berry fitted cap, teased honey blonde hair underneath, the belly chain, and the low-rise cargo pants.

“Hold on, I know you’ll get it when I also do this!” Nate pulled the blue gum from somewhere behind their cup while Keisha scrunched up her nose at the action; leaving Nate to toss the gum into their mouth to pop a bubble.

Clapping your hands together you shouted out, “Beyoncé, crazy in love!”

“Yesss! It took you longer than Simone but you got it!”

Rolling your eyes, that didn’t surprise you.

Simone was definitely part of the beehive and always made it know to all of you.

“It’s quite fitting isn’t it, Des?” Keisha commented making Nate give her the side eye.

“And it definitely sounds like you got something on your chest so why don’t you just say it sis?” Nate returned the same energy, making your eyes widen.

You knew what this was about. You also didn’t agree with Nate seeing their no good ex again but Keisha was more vocal about it and didn’t have a problem saying it. Keisha saw it all, more than you or Simone did and it was evident that Nate’s ex put them through it and she was there through everything so she felt like she had the right to say something about it.

Also you didn’t want to say shit either…due to the whole predicament you were dealing with so you kept your thoughts to your damn self.

Keisha gave you a sarcastic smile, swinging her wavy hair over her shoulder before she turned to Nate, lips open and ready to get into it with her best friend.

“Hey!” You interrupted, “you didn’t let me guess your outfit.”

Keisha wore a all cream outfit that consisted of a two piece. The top was long sleeved, cropped, and wired at the cleavage area. The skirt was also mini and flowy with her movements.

“Yeah, yeah you can guess in a minute.” Keisha kept her glare on your friend who tucked one arm underneath their opposite elbow, ready for whatever the almond skinned girl was about to say, “someone here needs to tell Nate that they need to stop living this true Beyoncé dream and let that man go.”

Nate furrowed their brow, “Let me tell you something—

This was useless. So you chucked up the deuces to your two friends who began arguing about Keisha’s lack of support and left the room. Heading around the corner you spotted more of your friends seated in the living room. Your eyes went to the cotton webs splattered along the windows that covered the curtains, witch hats were hanging from the ceiling, pumpkins were by the lit electric fireplace, paper bats were draped along the mantle, with multiple white and black skinny candles were on each side on the top of the mantle underneath black material, and one large candle was actually lit in the center right underneath the flat screen television.

“God, this candle is giving me a headache.” Thea complained entering the living room from the opposite end as she moved to stand in front of it, “I don’t know what the hell simone was thinking when she picked this candle! It stinks!”

Of course she was here complaining already.

“Now Thea, you know we can’t see the screen with that big ass head you got.” Cam commented, making you snort.

Damon immediately knocked his knuckles against Cam’s arm, basically telling him to knock it off with his eyes.

Thea was already glaring after she blew out the candle, making sure Damon had her back. This action also made you want to roll your eyes.

“I’m saying cause of how she’s got her hair styled tonight,” Cam defended, “it’s not like I’m really out here measuring the circumference of anybody’s dome. You in the way and I’m just trying to pick some music.”

“Well you could have asked nicely. You don’t have to talk to me crazy, please act like you know that.” Thea rolled her neck around, the weight of the half up and down hairstyle must be starting to get to her.

Briefly you took in her costume, noticing that she was in a inspired coming to America bridal wear. Instead of the gold attire that Vanessa Bell Calloway wore, Thea wore a rose gold two-piece that was haltered instead of turtle neck and a high skirt with a slit going up her thigh.

“My fault,” Cam sucked his teeth, “but let’s not act like you excused yourself before you blocked the damn tv.”

“Whatever Cam, you’ve always got something to say.”

“Says the girl that’s looking for a fight right now all because she don’t have manners.”

“shut up!”

Damon sat right on the couch, head held back in annoyance as the two went at it. It was never that serious in the first place but of course it wouldn’t be a gathering without some family bickering.

“There she is!” A voice called out to you, making your eyes shift to JR who beamed at you.

You smiled at mocha skinned man who easily embraced you. Either he was oblivious to what was going on or was either ignoring it, you weren’t sure but equally smiled as you embraced your friend who gently rocked you from side to side.

“Here you go,” JR handed you a red cup of green liquor making you tilt your head before sniffing at it, “yeah…I don’t recommend doing that.”

“Thanks for the after thought.” You coughed, cautiously taking a sip to find that it was actually sweet on your tongue but burned on its way down.

JR laughed at your facial expressions, reaching forward to squeeze your shoulder, “you alright there…blade?”

Holding your chest you dipped your head rapidly, “yeah, yeah. Don’t play with me JR,” you warned the beaming boy who raised his hands in surrender, “who the hell made this?”

“Lando,” JR answered, “we don’t know what it is either but Simone put him on drink duty and we can’t get her out the kitchen since.” He sent you a knowing look which made you shrug your shoulders in response.

Personally you didn’t hate the idea of Simone ending up with Lando, if the universe aligned it that way then so be it. However it only seemed like Damon had a issue with it since Lando challenged him and egos ran big on sport teams, you knew that being a track star.

“So if I’m wrong on you being blade…then what’s the fit?” JR questioned, taking a sip from his own cup and sucked air between his teeth. He then shook his head and moved over to place the cup on the coffee table. He was done with that option for the night.

Cam frowned, “Blade? JR, Destiny is not blade. She don’t even have the shades or the shape up. She’s obviously one of them Charlie’s Angels or something.”

“Man, What do you know about Charlie’s angels?” JR laughed as Thea walked by, taking notice of you as she moved to squeeze right in between Cam and Damon.

Cam slid over some, giving Thea a look who crossed one leg over the other, leaning into Damon while staring hard at you.

You found this amusing.

Thea blinked turning to see Cam staring at her, proving his point.

“Fine. Excuse me, happy?” Thea bit with a sarcastic smile.

Cam scoffed at her and turned back to you who saw Damon give you a small wave while Thea previously had her gaze on Cam.

“Am I right?”

“See how he didn’t answer my question,” JR muttered to you making you nod with a laugh.

Cam flicked his eyes over to the boy, “I know a lot about Charlie’s angels.”

“Oh yeah and when has any of them wore a trench coat?” Damon spoke up.

Can paused, eyes up to the ceiling as he thought about it, “I know Drew Barrymore had to in one of those scenes.

“No, bro.” Damon shook his head with a laugh, “that ain’t it either.”

Cam whipped his head back to you and you replied, “sorry, bud. I’m no Angel either.”

Thea muttered, “you can say that again.”

You chose to ignore her, “no points for anyone here yet! Keisha and Nate got a nice look at the front door but didn’t get to guess. I only know what Nate is but Keisha’s outfit…”

Cam held up his finger, cleared his throat and broke out into a very familiar routine before getting into your face as he hit a pose, “something about you baby—

“…michael? In the closet?” Your eyes scanned his black and white attire, the white tank contrasted against his dark skin that shined along with the gold necklace he added to the fit but you knew you were right after picking up a signature move cam did.

Cam clapped his hands, “yessir!”

“What gave it away? the lyrics or cam’s fresh relaxer?” JR joked while Cam sucked his teeth once more.

You reached up and around to flick Cam’s ponytail, “okay, inches! Is it human or synthetic?”

“It’s called homegrown from mindyobusiness.com.”

Which made both you and JR share some laughter as Cam plopped back down on the couch, snatching up the remote as the both of you lightly clowned him.

“No for real, its dope especially with the performance you just delivered. No one can hate on a MJ fit, if it’s done properly.” You observed.

“I know that.” Cam huffed, making you raise your brow as he glanced at you before a slow smile graced his lips, “appreciate you saying that.”

Sighing you moved on as Cam settled on a lil baby track to echo throughout the house. You moved to sit on a nearby wicker chair as you settled on JR’s fit who moved into your sight, posing as he did so. You could lightly hear Damon laughing from his spot across the room.

Humming to yourself you grinned, “Malcom X. I knew the ginger propaganda would get one of us out the group.” You joked making JR playfully roll his eyes.

“He wanna be different so bad.” Cam mocked, glancing at Damon who dapped him up as his eyes crinkled while he laughed.

“I thought this was a celebrity themed party not historical.” Thea remarked, texting away on her phone.

JR declared with a peer over his shoulder, “Malcom X is just as revolutionary—if not more than any celeb that you’re currently stalking on Instagram thea, thank you very much.”

“Whatever,” Thea locked her phone knowing she was caught, “where’s everyone else that’s supposed to be here? This whole shingding is putting me to sleep.”

“Shingding?” Damon repeated.

“We still need to know what Destiny is and I have a feeling it definitely ain’t no child.” Cam laughed to himself, “see what I did there?”

Sooner than later Simone made herself known, plate of food in her hand as she entered with Olivia Baker in tow. She waved at everyone as Simone came over to you to give you a large hug.

“Hey! When did you get in?”

“Hi!” You returned the hug, “I came in through the front? Keisha let me in.”

Simone nodded as everyone else in the room watched her, “oh the food’s here yall.”

“Yeah, thanks we have eyes.” Thea snapped, hopping up to cross over Damon who gave her a look of apology but Simone just fanned the girl off.

Olivia scrunched up her lips from beside JR, “seriously, what is her problem?”

“It’s a long story, don’t even pay it no mind.” JR mumbled to the doe-eyed girl, “is your costume kehlani?”

“Yes! specifically from the music video with pink sweat$. That songs been speaking to me a lot lately.” Olivia began to ramble to JR who of course politely listened.

You tuned back to Simone who was dressed up as Normani from her motivation video with her own personal tweaks, nonetheless was all smiles, “so…who are you?”

“I can’t get a plate first?”

Simone rolled her neck to one side, giving you a look as she halted her assault on the very orange Mac and cheese.

Sighing you reached for the tie and unravled the trench coat again, showing Simone what exactly was underneath.

“Bitch!” Simone squealed, “it’s giving lil kim! With the hair behind the ear, yes! It’s giving Lady marmalade! Ah!”

The exclamation got some heads to turn, focusing on your conversation. You didn’t notice Damon was making his way over to your conversation more than the one that was going down with his brother and one of the baker twins. From a distance, Damon still got a good look and felt his crown slipping by the way his jaw dropped.

“Does that even count as a costume? Or lingerie?” Damon slowly let out after JR reached over to help his baby bro close his mouth.

JR and Olivia both got a nice peek themselves but it was evident that Damon Sims couldn’t contain himself.

“Lingerie?” Cam quizzed from his blind spot, “what’d I miss?”

“Nothing.” Keisha cut in, entering the room to plop right down on Cam’s lap.

“Shit, you right.” Cam gazed into Keisha’s eyes who gave him a chaste kiss.

“Of course it counts as a costume, Damon.” Simone hissed, “it can be whatever the hell it wants to be, my bestie is a bad bitch.”

“Truly.” Olivia nodded, “you should definitely win the costume award tonight.”

JR frowned holding his hands out, “see, Simone ain’t say nothing about no awards.”

Simone grinned, “always have to keep everyone on their toes!”

“Okay but…how many awards we talking: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd? Or just one single award?” JR asked while Simone continued smiling, zipping her lips and spun around to walk around Damon to plop down on the other sofa against the wall.

JR followed with Damon now approaching you. The man towered over you in his king ready for a wedding attire and you had to step back a bit to get a good look at his eyes. He smelled good just from his close proximity and it whipped even harder as he leaned towards your ear to say more.

“Can I talk to you in private?”

“Don’t you have to get approval from your queen first?” You jabbed as Damon’s dark eyes settled back on yours.

Damon said, “I’m looking at one queen right now and that’s the one I want to talk to.”

Taking a deep inhale, you led the way out of the living room with Nate watching you from the entry way of the living room as you went by. They said nothing, turning their head and sipping on their drink as the both of you retreated deeper into the house and away from everyone else.

Into a room the two of you went, with you plopping on the edge of a bed and Damon pinching at his facial hair, hoping to gather his thoughts as he shut the door behind him.

“What’re you doing?”

Staring off to the side you easily replied, “I dont know what you mean?”

“Why are you dressed like that?”

Raising your brows you asked, “huh? I don’t know what you’re about to turn this into but I’m not the one.”

Damon held out his hands, “no, i don’t mean it like that.” He took a deep breath, “why you gotta be here looking like that? All fine and shit and in front of everybody?”

You thought about this as you rested your hands behind you, knowing that your hips were spreading nicely from underneath the corset. Damon fought hard to keep his eyes focused on your face instead of the way you filled out this piece and you knew it.

“I’m sorry…was I only supposed to wear this for you?”

“Yes.” Damon hissed out.

You shook your head, “Damon, you have a girlfriend.”

“Not really,” Damon instantly said, “thea and I have been hanging out a lot. We worked out together a lot before her injury and now I’m mostly there for her PT and studying…that’s it.”

Pushing your lips out, you found that hard to believe. Your friendship—or relationship with Damon was confusing. It wasn’t really a secret that you were into Damon from the very beginning and he seemed to share that same sentiment until Thea came along.

“It seems like y’all go together, real bad.”

Damon gave you a dry stare, “I don’t know who said that—

“She did.”

“When?” Damon exasperated, “I don’t want to sound like a asshole but we never discussed that. She’s told me that she’s never had a boyfriend before and is clueless when it comes to relationships but I never said I was her man.”

Pulling out your phone with the receipts, you held up your phone to show the messages. Damon gripped your wrist, holding your hand steady before he took the phone from your hand and began to scroll. His eyes got bigger as he paced the floor.

“Yeah, no. She kissed me during a work out once but—

“Did you call it what it is when it happened?” You quizzed.

Damon thought about it, “no but—

Getting to your feet you took your phone back, “then she’s probably waiting on you to ask her to be your girlfriend since you’re the one who’s spending all of this time with her and not anyone else.”

Shoving your phone back into the side pocket you clasped your hands together, “now that that’s been clarified I’m gonna grab me a spooky plate.”

Damon followed each of your side steps making you cross your arms, “Damon! Would you move?!”

“Nah.” Damon shook his head, “I want you to know something first. I’m feeling you, only you and not Thea. Not romantically at least. I want us to be something…if you want to be something together. With me.” He started, stumbling his words with a gummy smile before continuing, “I also really want to kiss you, take you on dates, be a real cute ass athletic couple and be able to tell people officially that you’re mine. This is all easy for me to say because you make it easy for me to be honest with you.”

In the beginning you met Damon through JR who were friends for awhile; not even aware that they were blood. JR snuck up on you in the library where you were supposed to be studying but was playing sims instead:

“Oh, I know you got a some fire in you if you mess with the sims.” Damon commented as he watched as one of your characters got electrocuted while the other continued to dance in the background to some similish pop track unbothered, “pun ntended.”

“And who is this all up in my studying sesh,” You pointed, pulling your head closer to JR who was also hunched over your now half closed laptop.

The light skinned boy grinned holding out his hand which you eventually placed yours in his, “I’m Damon, Damon sims.”

You returned the smile, “I’m Bess. Bet not ever sneak up on me like that again mr. will smith reject, if you know what’s good for you.”

The threat was not short lived as Damon sent a confused look to his teammate who tried to ease his worries with a calm motion of his hands. That was the start of a peculiar relationship, your slight beef was only temporary…once Damon learned not to sneak up on you and have a nice conversation that didn’t slam your gameplay.

“I’ll let you kiss me,” you started and Damon almost tripped over his feet to get to you but you placed your hands against his chest halting him, “if you also share that same decency to Thea. Let that girl know, you’re only mine.”

Damon smirked peeking at your ombré lips, “say less. Can I do my thing now?”

“Only if you can keep up.” You whispered as he got closer to your lips.

Damon chuckled, “I know you’ve seen or at least heard how fast I throw my—throw?” He corrected himself from finishing that sentence that would most likely sound inappropriate.

“And I know you’ve seen or heard how fast I run. Fastest on my team,” you challenged.

Damon licked his bottom lip, “yeah…you’re not gonna run from me are you?”

“Depends if you keep wasting my time.”

And he finally placed his lips on yours. His scent engulfed you just as much as he pulled the air from your lips. His grip was firm against the sides of neck and he used just that to pull your frame tight against his. A groan escaped his own lips as you fought for dominance, nipping and slowly backing up until you fell back against the bed.

He toppled on top of you, a breathless laugh escaping your lips until he placed his lips right back on yours.

If all it took was to you to show up in a lil Kim costume to get Damon to admit that he was also into you, you would have done it the moment you realized it was him that you wanted.

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