lazy perfectionist

And Bailey, from his boot-toe book choreography to ovation-worthy gymnastics, is hoofing his way through every step of “Dancing Through Life;” there will be deserved awards attention coming Grande and Erivo’s way for Wicked, and Bailey should be as much a part of the conversation. I can’t remember the last time a performance was so instantly charismatic, the kind of movie-star heist—he nearly runs away with the film during that musical number—that makes going to the cinema so exciting. [x]

A character I was worried about going into this. Jonathan Bailey, he plays Fiyero, who is this kind of just over the top cocky, flamboyant, kind of douchey, but in a fun way character. And there’s just so much there that it could be really easy to mess up. And I didn’t know that he was into song and dance performance, because I’ve only seen him in Bridgerton, so I didn’t know what else was in his repertoire. But I feel like he absolutely crushed that character. You cannot help but love everything he does when he’s on screen. He nails it. [x]

Jonathan Bailey oozes sex appeal and charisma as Fiyero Tigelaar in an utterly swoon-worthy performance, unleashing his West End talents with the dazzling “Dancing Through Life” sequence that cements himself as a true superstar, while his chemistry with both Erivo and Grande is off the charts. [x]

I have to give Jonathan Bailey his freaking flowers. I thought he was going to be good. He got an Olivier award for Company and if you haven't, there is a video of him singing The Last Five Years from years ago….So I was like I think he's going to do a good job, he's also so charming and everybody loves him. I was not prepared to see what we got. The perfomance, the vocals, the gymnastics, the charm, the way he says 'you're perfect' is just engrained in my brain in the right way. And he's so…like he would have chemistry with a chair, I'm convinced. Everyone in 'Dancing Through Life' is now pregnant and so am I. His entire arc of Fiyero being like the daft person and then becoming who he becomes is so clear and every choice, and look, nuances he has…it is calculated but effortless. [x]

Jonathan Bailey delights in the supporting cast as her love interest Fiyero, also offering a fantastic interpretation of someone who hasn’t been called upon too often to be serious but might be willing to give it a try. [x]

“Dancing Through Life” triumphantly translates the joy of seeing Wicked live: Dancers perform acrobatics in rotating circular bookshelves, Jonathan Bailey (who I swear has chemistry with every single person on the planet) taps his way across books with a flippancy perfectly suited to the charismatic prince Fiyero, and the ensemble works (and sings!) in harmony. [x]

Jonathan Bailey uncorks an outrageous scene-stealer as the heterocamp Fiyero, a performance to put alongside Cary Elwes in The Princess Bride. [x]

Chu's usual choreographer, Christopher Scott, delivers again with vibrant, inspired moves, particularly in the elaborate "Dancing Through Life," which takes place in the school's rotating, multilevel library. "Bridgerton" star Jonathan Bailey gets a chance to show off his musical theater background here, and he's terrifically charming as the glib Prince Fiyero, the object of both Elphaba and Galinda's romantic interests. [x]

The true surprise, even more than Grande, is Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero, the charming prince with hidden depths that both Galinda and Elphaba gravitate towards. Bailey has such a light comic touch to him and his performance of “Dancing Through Life” might be the best part of the movie, and the most ambitious set piece in the film. [x]

The true standouts are three-fold, with Grande, Erivo, and Bailey embracing the tonal shifts with unbridled glee. […] Fiyero has major bisexual vibes, and chemistry with every single character. Bailey’s take on “Dancing Through Life” lets the Olivier Award-winning actor unleash his sex appeal on a library full of unsuspecting Oz-ites. [x]

Jonathan Bailey adds renegade bravado as the devil-may-care Prince Fiyero, selling the character's journey from apathy to activism with aplomb. [x]

Elsewhere, British heartthrob Jonathan Bailey steals the show as the vain Prince Fiyero Tigelaar, a love interest for both young witches. Bailey effortlessly dances and sings his way through the film’s most demanding musical numbers. [x]

It's Jonathan Bailey who threatens to steal the show though, instantly charming during Flyero's meet-cute with Elphaba. Anybody not swooning already will be with his excellent 'Dancing Through Life' number, Bailey's palpable charisma shining through the extended number which culminates in a reimagined Ozdust Ballroom. [x]

One more: Jonathan Bailey. His dashing Prince Fiyero is one charming prince, so cheeky that he will have boys and girls everywhere swooning. And swoon they do, within the film — it’s a small thing, and not to get all #RepresentationMatters about it, but I was delighted to see Wicked make very clear that both male and female Shiz students are equally lustful whenever Fiyero’s around. There are some deliciously flirtatious moments between Fiyero and some guys during “Dancing Through Life,” and it had me thinking about the fact that, for as fabulously gay as musical theater so often is, you don’t usually see that kind of thing in a massive mainstream film. Kudos all around. [x]

The standout to me: I’m going to go with Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero. He pops up into the film and immediately comes off so cocky, but so charming and likable. Just everybody he talks to, he has this fun rapport and chemistry with them, and just brings to life every scene that he’s in, whether it is just dialogue, joking, dramatic or his big dance number in the library. He’s so good. And it’s one of those things where I am not super familiar with him outside of this, and you just see him and you go - man, that guy is a star, this guy is really good. [x]

And while Wicked is all about is two leading ladies, we must spare a moment or several for Jonathan Bailey’s virile, twinkly Fiyero, who quite literally leaps onto the screen on his horse while clad in tight britches and sturdy riding boots. He’s charming in a way I never found the rather bland character to be onstage, bringing vibrancy to the role as a big screen heartthrob who tears up the floor (and library books) with his aggressive dancing. Now it makes sense that he could turn the head of both Glinda and Elphaba. A West End veteran himself, Bridgerton actor Bailey also boasts an exemplary voice – the casting directors truly spoiled fans here – and there are no exceptions made when every number is treated as a potential show-stopper. [x]

In terms of supporting performances, Bailey’s absolutely dashing and magnetic, giving a star-making performance – a la Rupert Everett’s in MY BEST FRIEND’S WEDDING. He lights up the screen as the object of romantic affection in screwball-esque scenes shared with Grande as much as he does during the library set number leading “Dancing Through Life.” [x]

Bailey is a charming Fiyero, using all of his Bridgerton swagger in exactly the right ways. He arrives well into the term, a transfer student who has reached the end of the number of schools to be kicked out of. Fiyero is sometimes treated as a throwaway character–the generically hot love interest for two girls to feud over. But this Bailey’s Fiyero will not be so easily dismissed and his “Dancing Through Life,” plays well when accented by talented professional dancers that make the entire scene pop. [x]

Then there’s Jonathan Bailey, who manages to steal the show from his very entrance. Not since Dan Stevens first showed up in The Guest, or perhaps when Glenn Powell out-cruised Tom in Top Gun: Maverick, has there been this much tantalizing testosterone employed in such an effective way. Bailey’s bravura take on Fiyero Tigelaar, the Winkie Prince who sings about “Dancing Through Life,” is by far one of Chu’s most accomplished moments of filmmaking, managing to make the character simultaneously seductive and disarmingly silly. It’s also a moment in Wicked‘s storytelling where there’s fun to be had, and the massive sequence is absolutely a joy that by far exceeds the smaller scope of the on-stage presentation. [x]

Jonathan Bailey is so very “that guy.” His Fiyero doesn’t have the foppish facade of the original. His portrayal makes us aware he’s more complex than he appears from the moment we meet him and his talking horse, but as a Prince Charming, his rizz is high. Who wouldn’t fall in love with Bailey (and who hasn’t)? [x]

Bailey as Fiyero is the ultimate casting as the Lord becomes a Prince. He delves into Fiyero’s shallowness and his moments between Elphaba and Galinda are so starkly different as Bailey plays into both relationships organically with wonderful chemistry between all three. [x]

Jonathan Bailey has a standout musical number with “Dancing Through Life,” and he manages to have chemistry with everyone on screen as the handsome Fiyero. He’s fiercely flirtatious and fun to watch. [x]

Jonathan Bailey could have chemistry with an inanimate object. That man absolutely shines in the role of Fiyero. [x]

But, it’s Bailey’s Fiyero (surprise!) who steals the movie’s second-best scene: the elaborately choreographed “Dancing Through Life.” [x]

Galinda immediately sets her sights on Prince Fiyero (Jonathan Bailey, bringing an outstanding amount of Kenergy to his role). […] And there are certain sequences, specifically Galinda’s signature number “Popular” and Fiyero’s “Dancing Through Life”, where everything does click together nicely and the film suddenly sparks into life. [x]

Jonathan Bailey is absolutely swoony as the flirty Fiyero. While Wicked: Part One is just the beginning of his story, you can already see how Elphaba’s impact is starting to influence him to think more of others versus being shallow and self-consumed. [x]

Jonathan Bailey‘s Fiyero is a joy to watch, and you can see in his physicality and the sparkle in his eyes who he is destined to become. Once we see him dance and sing, he sweeps everyone off their feet. [x]

Fiyero gets one of the film’s most appealing numbers, brilliantly delivered by Bailey, “Dancing Through Life”, as the dashing Prince disturbs the peace of Shiz’s library to entice his classmates to join him for an evening of fun at “the most swankified place in town”, the Ozdust Ballroom. With Bailey gleefully taking on Christopher Scott characterful, silky smooth, choreography, he goes on to offer us seductive glimpses of the more substantial man hiding behind his mask of superficiality. [x]

I can’t say the word scene-stealer without talking about Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero. Give Jonathan Bailey awards, give him every role … for being so amazing in this movie. He is just so effortlessly cool and charming and funny, but I love the heart that he gives certain moments … Fiyero just lives with me now … He enters this movie giving me one of my favourite performances. [x]

The supporting cast proves equally magnificent. Jonathan Bailey’s Fiyero exudes oodles of charisma and a strong voice, easily proving he can handle Christopher Scott’s limber choreography while simultaneously putting his own stamp on it.  While his character plays a more major role in the second film, his introduction, through the stunning “Dancing Through Life” number, leaves a lasting impression and makes for a compelling counterpoint for both leading ladies. [x]

Not to be outdone, Jonathan Bailey of Bridgerton fame plays Fiyero. The heartthrob, almost brainless hunk, who arrives at Shiz and drives so many of the students crazy with lust. Now Bailey’s carefree, but passionate, and decisive in both singing and choreography. With his signature song “Dancing Through Life”, Bailey gets to showcase some awesome footwork, along with amazing vocals, for a scene that is just mesmerizing thanks to the energy and the camera work. [x]

That said, it's BRIDGERTON (2020) star Jonathan Bailey who winds up stealing most of the scenes he's in as the Prince, Fiyero Tigelaar. Bailey is fantastic as the Prince, bringing an entertaining sense of levity and delight to the film. This is to the point that Bailey's absence in the film's finale is quite noticeable, with the film feeling somewhat dull without his presence. [x]

Elsewhere, Jonathan Bailey is charismatic as the dumb-but-charming Fiyero, and there’s a campness to his song-and-dance number, “Dancing Through Life” that will stir the loins in a whole range of viewers. [x]

One standout is Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero, the Winkie prince who quickly makes a mark on Shiz after his enrollment. Bailey is not only charming and funny throughout, but exudes an energy that many of the other supporting players simply lack. [x]

Supporting roles are strong too, most notably from Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero, full of bravado and fun, as well as a hefty dose of yearning – and fans of Bridgerton will know that no one does yearning like Bailey. His 'Dancing Through Life' is a blast but he's just as powerful in the film's quieter moments as his chemistry with Elphaba burns. [x]

“You’re telling me that no man has ever snapped their fingers and gotten you to do anything sexually? Just like that?”

He did it again.

Damn him, you thought. You cocked your hip and decided to play it off.

“Never met a man who had that kind of power.”

Rafa smiled and bright his drink to his lips, forcing your eyes there as well. ‘It’s on,’ he thought.

“Well. We need to find you someone who can do that for you.”

Rafa turned to the hostess.

“Naomi, you got anyone for your friend?”

Naomi was laughing at you both.

“You need to chill, I’m sure Holly can handle her own sex life.”

Then she heard UTK calling her from the game room.

You smiled, choosing violence.

“She’s right. But I don’t remember the last time I had quality sex…”

Then you smiled at Rafa, who was clenching his jaw right now, fully swole. You were baiting him because you had just let him hit last night.

You walked out of the room. Rafa watched the sway in your hips, looking as if he’d set the world on fire.

Rafa had to put his hand in his pocket, because your attitude was getting him rock hard. He stood and seethed for a few as he stared after you.

Rafa looked up at Daveed who just shook his head, put his hands up and went to the game room. Fuck it, he would striaghten you out, he thought as he stalked out of the room and took out his phone.

“So they fuckin.”

Lindy leaned over and whispered to Daveed in the other room. He smiled down at her.

“Genius Ass.”

He smirked.

“The jig is they think it’s just physical, you know FWB, although I’m prettyyyy sure they're in love. But they are both too boneheaded to admit it.”

Lindy laughed.

“But it’s so obvious. That right there is passion. They got it bad.”

She looked around.

“Why doesn’t anyone else see it?”

D chuckled.

“Because everyone really thinks Rafa and Holly can’t stand each other. And they are very convincing. Remember Rafa is an award winning actor. Holly is a woman.”

Daveed dodged a smack across the head, laughing because Lindy had to jump. She flipped him a bird and attempted to walk off.

D grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him and pointed to his lips. She tried to have an attitude, staring at his lips, but then kissed them and fell into his embrace. Then they continued watching the show.

You were staring out of the window, keyed up from her interaction with Rafa. Why did he need to be such an asshole in public?

You felt your phone vibrate and took it out to see a message from Rafa. You shook your head, opened it and then hid it in your hands and made sure no one was near you.

He’d sent a dick pick. From the guest room. The text message read: Let me make it up to you.

You shook your head again, angry now. He didn’t have it like that. No.

But then you pulled your phone out again and your pussy throbbed. You were indeed addicted.

Daveed and Linden watched you go into the same room that Rafa went into and grinned at each other over their drinks.

You stepped in the room and turned on the light. There was Rafa, in his suit, with his dick out and stroking.

“So you came. Oh but I didn’t snap my fingers, I just snapped a pic.”

He was going to town, staring at you and holding you captive with his blue green eyes. Jealousy was here.

“W-what is this all about Rafael? Nathan?”

You’d told Rafa that you’d met up with your ex when you went home to Houston last week.

“I told you, we didn’t…. We just had coffee.”

You closed your mouth because both you and Rafa remembered what happened on your coffee date.

“Rafa, it doesn’t matter. It has nothing to do with our situation. That is not what this is.”

Feelings bubbled up but Rafa pushed them down. This was just fucking, right?

“Cool, so, if I was to put my dick in your mouth, would you swallow all my cum, or would you rather let me aim it at your face, or your tits?”

No matter how insecure he was about this situation they were in, he was confident of his game.

Cash was a panting feral sex monster right now and he had you right where he wanted you.

Holly was got. Good and got. You watched Rafa jacking his dick and your knees got weak.

“I…”

Holly wanted all of that. Your mind was blanking.

“Come here.”

You moved toward him obediently and stood between his legs watching him grip himself, watching as he slid his fist up and down, causing the head to play peekaboo with you between his thumb and forefinger. It was so thick and pink and dripping with pre cum. You wanted to clean it up. He watched your face and when you licked your lips he knew.

“I think I dreamt one time that when I snapped my fingers you dropped to your knees and gave me the best head I've ever had in my LIFE! Unnnghh.”

Rafa moaned and you watched as a little more spurted out, ready. He watched you and knew that he had you where he wanted.

“But I guess I must have been tweaking.”

Any other time, you would have cussed him the fuck out, but you put yourself into this situaion. Dripping in your best friend’s guest room with your avowed enemy.

“Want some?”

You nodded, near desperate.

“Here.”

Rafa reached his hand up and put two fingers in your mouth. He used the same rhythm that he was stroking himself and you sucked his fingers like it was going out of style, dribbling saliva down his fingers and your shirt.

“Just nasty.”

Rafa’s eyes were glazed and he pulsed harder in his hand.

“Fucking love that mouth.”

Suddenly, he shifted, grabbed your waist and moved your body down to the bed, sliding his hand down to your hip to your thigh, which he hoisted up and out to have her exposed to the room.

Rafael lay beside you and pulled your other leg open, appreciating the view. His heart started beating a mile a minute.

“Holly Marie Woods! You don’t have any panties on! What kind of party did you think you were coming to?”

You didn’t answer his question.

“W-what if someone hears us?”

“Holly, I don't care 'bout who's around, I just want you, here, right now, I need to hear you make that fuckin' sound.”

“Oh, yessss.”

Rafa’s heart raced. Maybe you did want him as much as he wanted you. Maybe…

His hand was on your thigh and moving north. His long fingers skimmed your sex, and met the emrging wetness there. You started sucking his fingers even harder as two of his other fingers sunk into you.

”Unnnghhhhh!”

Rafa felt like he was going to pass out as he felt your velvet walls. His dick throbbed. He got up on his knees between hers, pulled his fingers slowly out of your mouth and used your saliva to add to your wetness as he massaged your clit. He felt your pussy quiver and he smirked at his power. This was the shit, this electricity between you.

“Fuck--”

Rafa clamped his hand over your mouth as you started to shout, stopping what he was doing.

“Shut your mouth. You may be right. Don’t want anyone to know, do we?”

Rafa leaned up and placed your thighs in his hand and hiked them up so that you were bent in half. He took in your wide eyes. He moved his hand as he lined up with your cunt.

“Is that what you want? For me to fuck you until you make that fucking sound in your throat that makes me shoot gallons of cum inside you?”

“Yes, please. I need it.”

Rafa snapped his hips and plunged into you, stopping immediately because of the sensation. This was not in his plan.

“Shit Holly. I can’t believe that ol’ dude didn’t think about having this again. You can’t give away my exclusive benefits. That’s just rude. I know its not my pussy…”

Rafa pounded you a good five times until you were gasping for air and the next thrust would send him over the edge. You moaned that your edge was there too.

“But they are my benefits.…”

“Y-yes. Your benefits. But my pussy.”

Fuck, that made him mad.

“Hold your fucking ankles around your ears,” he growled as he used his arms to gain more leverage to fuck you harder into the mattess.

You felt your insides quiver as you clenched at the command. You made that sound. The sound that haunted his mind when you were not around. That’s how he knew he was in love. He should record it and put it on a loop to make a song, but you weren’t Apollonia, and he wasn’t Prince.

When your eyes started rolling back into your skull and he started fantasizing of watching his cum drip out of your, he pulled out, and stood up as he panted. His dick was bobbing and weaving and trying to pull him back into your pussy, but he stayed strong. He watched your outrage as you was snatched back from the edge yet again.

Her outrage didn’t quite match his as he thought of another man knowing her intimately.

“What the hell Rafa...”

“I just wanted a sample my present. They will be wondering where we are. Gotta get back to the party.”

You stared at him as if he had grown antlers. Not him leaving you unsatisfied. You huffed and then started to reach for your clit.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Rafael didn’t elaborate, but the tone of his voice made you stop.

“Get up, fix yourself and go back to the party.”

You had no words for him, glaring at his back as he went to wash his hands and fix his hair as you got up and straightened your dress.

“Perhaps someone will snap their fingers later and you’ll get to cum.”

You pussy throbbed as he said the words.

“Damnit Rafa.”

Rafa didn’t say anything else as you went to the restroom and wiped up your lipstick, which was smeared, and as got your purse to put some more on. Rafa knew for certain that he was in love and that it was hopeless. If he said anything, you could have your pick of guys with no feels. He tried to climb out of it.

You made sure your hair was good as he stood at the door, too much of a gentleman, despite the rude things he just did to you, to leave you alone. He stared at you a minute, taking in your prettiness, realizing there was no getting out of this pit of love.

“What?” You cocked your head at him.

“Look, Holly, I…”

You stopped him. “Let’s not spoil the night. You’re right, let’s go back out there.”

Rafa shut his mouth and nodded.He reached for the knob, opened the door, and were greeted by Naomi and UTK, crazy looks on their faces, and Daveed and Lindy literally eating popcorn and watching behind them.

“Holyyyyyy Shit!” UTK was bugging. Naomi was looking at you as if you betrayed her.

She may have been right.

You nodded, and went to sit on the couch to collect yourself and get ready. You finished the wine and then closed your eyes for two minutes and meditated, then you got up from the couch and took off your shoes.

As you walked into the bedroom, the candles were lit and the tools were laid out on the dresser.

You smiled when you saw what was there, and then took off your clothes and knelt on the rug beside the bed, eyes downcast, hands on your thighs. You were beginning to let go.

After a minute, the bathroom door opened. You heard Rafa pad over to the dresser in bare feet and grab the first implements.

“I know you’ve had a bad day, but forget all that shit. Now is the time to give all that up. I will make you forget anything else but pain and pleasure. Are you down with that?”

You licked your lips, already excited.

“Yes, Sir.” you said quietly.

“I can’t hear you.”

Rafa could hear you, he was just testing command.

“Yes. Sir.”

You raised your head but kept your eyes downcast at his feet.

“Tell me your words.”

“Oakland for good, keep going. Vegas for stop. Sir.”

“Good job.”

Rafa stepped behind you and slipped a scarf over your eyes and tied your hands behind your back. Then, he tied your upper arms together, so that your breasts jutted out. So this was the move tonight. You fought to hide a smirk.

He leaned down to your ear. “Good?”

“Oakland, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. He was pleased.

You heard him whipping something around in the air and you tried to keep from squirming when you heard the flogger hit his hand.

Oh fuck yes.

“Up on your knees. Shoulder’s width apart.”

You eagerly complied, eager for what came next.

Rafa placed the woven leather tails on your neck and drew them around to the other ear. Then he trailed them down your arm to your elbow.

You lost contact as he drew it away and then brought it down, and not too softly, against one of your nipples.

You quickly drew in breath at the sensation, barely able to catch it when he brought it down on the other a little harder. He kept flogging them until you cried out, unable to be quiet any longer. You were already dripping and not thinking of anything else but where it would go next.

Your mouth was open and panting as he drew it down your torso to your belly button and to your pubis. You didn’t know what he would do next, so when he parted your folds and played with your clit, you were at the point of moving your pelvis against it to get more friction.

“Be still!”

The command made you stop wiggling and still your hips. The concentration required emptied your head of all other thought.

The flogger was making your clit swell and sing with musical vibration and you needed more.

Rafa toyed with your clit and you got oh so close. Your thighs were shaking with the effort not to move. You were on the verge of tumbling when he pulled it away just as you were about to cum.

He brought the flogger to your mouth.

“Open.”

You obeyed opening your mouth for the flogger, but got the tip of Rafa’s dick instead.

He grabbed the back of your head and slid his long cock to the back of your throat, not giving you a chance to breathe as he held you there, spluttering around his cock.

He pulled out and let you take two breaths before he plunged back in again. This time, you choked, and he pulled out again, wiping your chin of your saliva. Soon, you heard him fisitng his dick as he helped you stand and bent you over the bed.

“I’m not going to use the flogger now. I’m going to use my hand.”

He’d started rubbing your bottom and you answered him.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to count. I think you deserve 20 tonight.”

You sighed a sigh of joy. “Yes, Sir.”

He rubbed for a bit longer and then drew his hand away. When he didn’t hit you immdeidatley, you were disappointed, until the slap came, off the beat you expected.

“Ah!”

You were surprised.

“You didn’t count. I’ll add one more.”

He hit you again, harder.

“One, Sir.”

The next one at the same intensity on the other cheek.

“Two, Sir.”

He increased each round until five, when he could hear the sniffles in your voice as you counted.

By the time you reached 10, pain turned to pleasure at you were loving it.

At 21, you were dripping sheets of wetness down your thighs and when he finished, Rafa stepped back to admire your red ass and dripping cunt.

“You did so, so well Baby Girl. You look so beautiful.”

Rafa was tracing the welts on you lightly now and rubbing down your legs.

“Do we need the spreader bar, or can you keep your legs open?”

His hoarse whisper on your ear told yo he was enjoying this a lot.

“Spreader bar, Sir. Can you fuck my ass?”

There was a moment of silence while Rafa collected himself. You were trying to top him.

“I normally don’t take requests, but since you’ve had a bad day…”

Rafa went and got the lube and you couldn’t wait for the sensations. You needed it all.

You felt the cold, slippery lube shoot down from the bottle, you jumped a little until you felt Rafa’s thumb warming it up against your hole. Then it roughly delved in, opening you up for him and giving you sensation like no other.

“You’re going to do me in. This ass, your requests. I’m in control here. And I’ve decided to deny your request.”

He grunted as he pushed his cock inside your cunt as he kept his thumb in your ass, without the spreader bar.

You got what you wanted however, fullness and mind numbing pleasure.

Rafa grabbed your bound hands and pounded into you, holding back moans himself. This was supposed to be about you, but he was losing himself.

“What is your word?”

Rafa felt that he was going so hard that you must be at your limit.

“Ohhhhh. Oakland, Sir. Fucking Oak. Land.”

“Fuck!”

He continued down the path of tearing that ass up and was rewarded by your cunt spasming around him before he shot his load inside you.

Your screams let him know that you released everything you needed to release, and not just down your legs.

He pulled out and let you breathe, rubbing your back and cooing at you as you came down.

Rafa untied your blindfold, your hands and arms, and helped you up, gathering you in his arms as he rocked you a bit.

“You did so good, Baby Girl. I love you. You were such a good girl.”

You were crying, another much needed thing that was happening.

Rafa led you into the bathroom to a warm tub of water filled with epsom salts and helped you as you gingerly sat down.

He sat beside the tub and rubbed your legs in the water as you soaked a bit, and then tenderly washed your body.

When he was done, he went to get a big fluffy towel from the dryer and you stepped into soft warmth.

He led you back into the bedroom and lay you down while he patted you dry and put lotion on your bottom and legs. He set you up in bed with pillows and water as he went to get the menus for you to order.

You chose Thai, and you watched mindless reality shows while he cleaned up himself and the bedroom, brought the food in when it arrived and settled in beside you to eat dinner in bed.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Rafa asked as he gathered you into his arms.

“Nothing to talk about. It’s all gone. It’s forgotten.”

You kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, Rafa. I love you.”

He kissed your forehead, and then your lips.

“It’s all good. I love you too. I will always take care of my Baby Girl. Never forget that.”

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You’d come back from Houston early after Christmas, lowkey stoked to see him in person after all of the big talk over the phone. But you didn’t want to seem so desperate. You came back, and gave him a text which he left on read.

Cool.

You went to grab a caffeinated beverage at Hilltop and you saw Rafa’s motorcycle outside. You quickly used your camera as a mirror to make sure you looked presentable and went in to see Rafa laughing and talking with a pretty brown skin girl with dreads.

So this is why he wasn’t rushing to return your text. Cool.

You pretended you didn’t see them after looking Rafa in the eye and went to the register.

“Hey.. Holly! What up! I didn’t realize you would be back today…”

You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes. You’d told him that the other day, although it was after he’d cum, so…

“Yeah. Back on the coast.”

You glanced over at the girl again, who was staring down at her phone. The barista handed you your order and you got ready to jet.

“Well, I gotta go unpack, so…. See ya later.”

“Wait… Holly…” but you were not stopping and not looking back. You’d played yourself.

Rafa knew what was up as soon as he saw you glance at Gina. Fuck. He checked his phone and saw the missed message. He honestly thought you would be back on the 30th. It was the 27th.

He really missed you and was looking forward to spending the day all up in them guts when you returned, but it looked like you were feeling some kind of way.

He sighed and then remembered that Naomi had planned brunch for tomorrow. He knew you wouldn't miss that. Rafa smiled as he walked back over to Gina.

It was a Festivus celebration with the homies. It was something between Christmas and New Years that everyone could celebrate without religious overtones. And it was always a movie.

You knew Rafa would be there, so you wore your tightest black jeans and a new Rocket’s hoodie that you’d cut in half. You used the new body butter you got for Christmas. You knew you were fly.

You’d walked past Rafa on the way into UTK and Naomi’s and heard some dog perk up. You weren’t sure if it was Mia or Rafa however. You were early, helping Naomi to set up.

She needed to drop her kids off at her mother’s house across town and UTK was running late from the set, so you stayed and continued getting food ready as she ran out. You looked out the kitchen window and saw Rafa coming toward the house.

“Shit,” you shook your head as you peeped him.

You were busy chopping veggies when he came into the kitchen.

“Hey, Holly. What’s shakin’?”

He was jovial, as per usual

“Hello Rafael.”

The ice in your tone was unmistaken. Rafa shivered exaggeratedly as he moved closer to you.

“Why so cold, Holly?”

You turned around with the knife in your hand. Rafa put up his hands and backed up.

“Hey, chill. I know you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset Rafa, just not in the mood.”

Rafa spoke in soothing tones, not knowing but sensing what his voice did to you.

“Not in the mood for what? That’s not what you said the other morning, Holly.”

You turned back around and continued chopping.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rafael.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, even if you refused to look at him.

“There you go…” he paused.

“Well, it was a great Christmas morning. You talked me through rubbing one out like a champ. You give great phone sex, Holly.”

You slowed down, memories of that morning coming back and trying to mellow your harsh. You wanted to stay strong.

“Remember? We talked about what we would do to each other when you got back?”

“Oh?” You started chopping again. “You didn’t get what you needed from that cute little dread head yesterday?”

Rafa chuckled and you saw red again. Muthafucker.

“I knew you were tight about that. Gina works for the Hollywood Reporter. And she’s a friend. She was interviewing me. Nothing more.”

“Oh.” Shit. “I don’t care.”

“Right.”

Could you have caught feelings for him too? Rafa didn’t want to risk it. But he wanted to have you. Right now.

You turned around, this time with no knife.

“It's just we talked about you hitting it raw.”

Rafa looked you up and down and licked his lips.

“Oh yeah. I remember.”

“I got the shot, we got tested together. But if you’re putting your little white stick in every fun dip in LA…”

Rafa laughed at you.

“My ‘little white stick.’”

He walked toward you, and your stomach flipped.

“If I recall, that’s not what she said.”

You bristled.

“Who is ‘she’???”

Rafa stopped and put his hands up again.

“Hey. It was a joke.” Now he was worried.

You heard yourself and dropped your head. You were tripping. Hard.

“I’m sorry Rafa. I’m…. a little moody. You know, that time of the month? Bone who you want. I really don’t care.”

“Ohhhhhh! No worries, Holly. And I am boning who I want.”

Rafa winked at you and started moving around UTK and Naomi’s kitchen.

“Cramps? Does your back hurt? Nauseous?”

You couldn’t help but smile as Rafa located the tea kettle and started filling it up with water. After he turned it on, he went to the pantry and grabbed some Ginger tea.

You shook your head, and smiled.

“I’m not actually onnnn, right now, just in a few days. I’m just irritable, moody….

“And I’m irritating and irky. I get it.”

You chuckled and ducked your head. He was a really sweet guy. The kettle started whistling.

Rafa turned it off then got you a cup and some honey from the cupboard.

You prepared your tea and started blowing on it to get it to cool. Rafa watched your lips and shifted.

“So.. no physical symptoms yet?”

He was being serious, so concerned. Shit. Good guy Rafa was about to fuck around and make you fall for him.

“Ummm. My breasts are swollen and tender…” You looked away as you sipped your tea.

You looked back at Rafa eyeing your hoodie and licking his lips.

“Well, shit, Holly. Can I help you with that?”

The mischievous glint was back in his eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“You are a pure fool, Rafa.”

You put your cup down and then turned back around to finish chopping the vegetables.

“You can help with this food.”

You two made light work of what was left, and in 20 minutes, you had everything ready. There was over an hour until the guests arrived, and Naomi texted that she wouldn't be there for 45 more minutes.

Rafa was on his phone on the other side of the kitchen, when you told him, then you turned back around toward the sink, looking over the driveway and little courtyard to the guesthouse where Rafa was staying.

“You know, this is a pretty little view. It’s so cute.”

You smiled a little to yourself, dreaming of your future house.

“I’d have to agree, if you talk about what I’m looking at right now.”

You looked at him over your shoulders, so fucking cute. And you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m serious, Holly. You’re a fucking sight for sore eyes.” You heard him getting closer. “Your eyes, your skin, that bodyyyy.”

Rafa grunted a little as he stared at your butt.

“You’re looking mighty good in them jeans, Holly. That ass is like..boom pow.”

He was standing so close to you now, waving his hands around your ass as if he were casting a spell. You could feel his heat. But he didn’t touch you.

You raised your head and looked out the window. He was making you weak. He started breathing down your neck, making you wet and your nipples hard.

“The last time I had the pleasure of you, I couldn’t believe how good you felt around me. Your mouth, your hands, your pussy. I don’t remember ever having better. That pussy has wiped my memory of all other pussy. Holly, it’s that good. Pussy takes me so fucking well.”

You swallowed to keep from moving. He was flooding your panties.

“I have all kinds of plans for that beautiful cunt, Holly. I need to say hello to my little, tight friend.”

He was right there, silk voice in your ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Holly. I just want you to bless me again.”

He put his arms on the counter on either side of you, still not touching you.

“I would be so fucking honored.”

“Hmmmmm, Rafa…”

You finally gave in and leaned back into him, grinding your ass into his crotch, which housed his hard cock. No, it wasn’t little.

Rafa pulled you into him harder, and then started moving them up your waist.

“Skin so fucking smooth Holly. And it tastes so good, like velvet chocolate.”

He was nuzzling your neck inside your hoodie.

“Smells delicious, to. I can just have my lips on you all day. Especially your delectable little pussy. Mmmmmm.”

This man and his words. Fucking kryptonite.

Rafa’s hands were still on the move, nearing your breasts.

He gently held them in each hand as he ground you against the sink.

“Good girl. Not wearing a bra.”

You almost died.

“Now these, are a work of art, but I see what you mean when you say they are swollen. I would love to see them. The feel so soft right now, Holly, fuck.”

He gently pressed on your nipples and carefully twisted and…

“Fuck, Rafa!”

Rafa groaned into your neck. “Mmmm. You want to?”

His left hand moved back down to your jeans and loosened the button, plunging his long fingers into your heat, bringing your slick back up to your clit to start rubbing.

“Can I? Will you be a good girl for me and let me fuck?”

He started speeding up. You started moaning.

“Be a good girl and wait for me, Holly. Don’t cum yet. Can you be.” He stopped.

“A good?”

Plunge and swirl.

“Little.”

Plunge and swirl.

“Girl?”

It seemed like it had been so fucking long you weren’t going to be able to hold it. Especially the way he was fucking your mind right now.

Rafa keyed in on something when you were in Houston, and he squeezed your breast as you pulse and release onto his fingers. You bent over the sink to catch your breath, then turned around to face him.

“Oh. Holly.” Rafa tsked at you. “There are no bad girls, only bad choices.”

He started unbuckling his pants.

“Fortunately, I’m still going to give you this dick.”

You nodded and pulled down your jeans, hopping up on the sink as Rafael, pumped his cock and pulled you close, leaning down to pull up your hoodie and suck it, but not too hard. You threw your head back and moaned as he swiped up and down your slick.

“Been too fucking long….”

It had only been a few days, but you and Rafa were addicted. Might as well admit it. He looked up into your eyes, his ocean blues holding yours as he breached you, watching your face as you registered his girth.

“Thaaatsss it, Holly. Take it. Fuck you take it so well. That’s why I had to give it to you…”

He palmed your ass and brought you closer as he pounded you out over Naomi’s sink. She would murder both of you if she knew.

But you were only thinking of that dick as you held on to Rafa’s shoulders.

“Look at it.”

You looked down to where you two were joined and gasped, mouth open.

“Yess,.. That fucking mouth. I’m going to have that later.”

You just nodded and continued looking at his dick fucking into you.

“You still need to be punished for disobeying me, even though you’re taking me so well right now.”

You snapped your head up and Rafa smiled.

“Yeah. Such a good girl. Who needs some consequences.”

He squeezed your nipple a little harder.

“Happy. Fucking. Holidays. Holly.”

Rafa snapped his hips into you with each word and you came again, convulsing around his dick and milking him. Rafa dug deeper as he pulsed inside you. You felt his warm cum and felt so comfortable. You slumped into him as you experienced his cock pumping inside you. Learning to breathe again.

Rafa held you for a moment, cherishing the warmth himself. He had to have more.

Your phone buzzed on the counter. You reached for it, Rafa still inside you. Your eyes got wide.

“What?”

“Naomi is at the corner store. Wants to know if we need anything. I’m going to say ice.”

“Shit!” Rafa said. “Good thinking. She needs to wait for someone to get it for her.”

Rafa was grabbing paper towels to clean himself up as you ran to the bathroom and got yourself together.

When Naomi walked into the kitchen, she was greeted by the strong smell of Fabuloso. Rafa was sanitizing the sink.

“To what do I owe this, Rafa?”

She went over and kissed him on the cheek as she looked for a cooler in the pantry. You walked in and gave him the look.

“Oh, I just spilled… something in the sink. Thought I’d clean it real good.”

Noami shrugged, non plussed. She looked from you to Rafa. Then back came over to you. She thought you still hated each other.

“I hope you weren’t a bitch.”

She thought she was speaking so that Rafa couldn’t hear. But he did.

He winked at you as Naomi turned to get something.

“No worries, Naomi. Holly was a real good girl.”

Was I a good girl? 🥺

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Then you stared at the notification that Rafa was calling you. At least he wasn’t facetiming you. You pressed accept.

“Yo. What up?”

Shit. Rafael’s voice was a crackly, moany, early morning sexy rasp that you didn’t know you needed in your life. You’d had the pleasure of Rafael Casal, but you’d never woken up with him. You loved his speaking voice, his rapping tone, and his singing voice, but early morning voice was a gift from the devil.

You tried to maintain decorum.

“Hey. Nothing up but me and the birds.”

You chuckled and Rafa had to shift, because your voice was making his dick thicken. Your deeper, sleepy tone gave him visions of you in bed and that’s where he wanted to be right now.

“I’m about to go run.”

“Hmmmmm. So, did you buy new running gear, or are you going to wear something you already have?”

You let out a chuckle, and the visions of your sexy smile was getting Rafa even harder. Damn, what has happening to him?

“Ummm. In fact, I got some new gear. Leopard print performance leggings and a new black running bra. It’s pretty warm here. 60’s. You know. The south.”

Houston weather was seldom cold.

Visions of you in leopard ran through his mind. He didn’t love that everyone wore it, but thinking of you in it had him hot.

“Oooohhh. Leopard. Check. Cool cool cool.” Rafa was rubbing the bulge in his sweats.

“Why are you asking? Didn’t know you were so concerned with fashion.”

“Don’t I always look fly? Of course I care about fashion. And fit. And those leggings be fitting you girl.”

You two laughed at his rap game.

“So, If you think about it… either when you put on your gear, or when you’re running.. Or after when you’re all sweaty, or all of the above, you can snap a pic and send it to me. So I can check out your fly, of course.”

For some reason, listening to Rafa try to convince you to send him a pic got you warm. He was being so basic, but you were under his spell.

“Mmmmmmmhmmmm. For research.”

The smile was evident in your voice.

“Yes. Visual researchhhhhh.”

Rafa’s drawl became more pronounced as he pulled up your IG and the pics you posted. Damn, you were hot.

“Hmmmmmm.” You shifted on your back and stared at your phone. “Well, what about you? What is your fly this morning.

“You know how I do. Comme des Garcons or Nike grey sweat pants, all the same to me.”

Rafa in grey sweatpants was dangerous. The last time he wore them was when he came over and asked you to sit on his face. You’d happily obliged.

“Well, you can also send pictures as well, Mr. Casal. What up?”

Rafa chuckled and you heard movement “Of course. I got you, friend.”

In less than two minutes, your phone pinged. You opened the pic and had to clutch your pearls. It was a crotch pic and Mr. Rafael was very awake in at least one part of his body.

“Well, damn, Rafa. You just went for it, didn’t you? But… thank you. I may utilize that later.”

You wanted more but not facetiming and just listening to his voice was everything.

“Oh?” You heard more rustling. “How so?”

You moved your hand over to your breast unconsciously as you listened to his silky smooth voice.

“I dunno. Maybe stare at that package that I’ve had the pleasure to experience to gain while I’m gaining more pleasure. Didn’t bring my toys, but I have my hands.”

“Fuck, Holly. Well, I’m using my hands, but there is nothing like your little pretty brown hands on my dick. You stroke me so welllll. Fuck.”

Okay, now it was time for you to slip your hand into your panties.

“Rafael Santiago. Are you telling me that you are jacking off? Pics or it didn’t happen.”

Your fingers played in your slit and gathered the considerable wetness and used it to circle your clit.

Rafa listened to you huff and faintly moan and started stroking a little faster. He held his dick up, snapped a pic, and sent it to you, not caring about anything but this feeling right now. You got him so high.

“Damn girl. Got me exposing myself all over the cloud and shit.”

When you opened the picture, you couldn’t help but moan and lick your lips.

“Fuck, fuck me Rafa. That looks so good. I wanna do so many things to you right now.”

“Oh yeah? Where are your hands?”

Shit the gravel in his voice was getting to you. His voice and your imagination, along with these pics were everything.

For him, the way you paused and huffed told him everything he needed to know. Still he asked.

“Where the fuck are your hands at right now, Holly? What are you doing to yourself little girl?”

“Fuck, D-damn Rafa....”

You almost called him Daddy. Shit, would that would be hot.

Rafa stroked his hand up and down his dick, swiping his thumb over the head and collecting the precum that was dribbling out. It kept coming as he listened to your moans and huffs.

“Shit Holly, you gotta know what you’re dong to me. You touching yourself, rubbing your clit?”

You moaned, “Yes,” because as he kept talking, you got closer.

“I wish I was there to do it for you. I’d kiss it, and rub it, and love it, and suck it and bite it.”

“Gotdamn…”

You were outright panting now, the visuals that Rafa’s rhythmic speech was giving was getting you off. Then he groaned.

“Twist those beautiful, delicious nipples for me. I just want the chance to suck them again….”

Your hand moved to obey. You moaned again.

“After I eat you thoroughly the fuck out,” You moaned as Rafa paused for effect. Ever the showman. “And you cum at least once, I will give you this dick.”

“Oh shit.. Rafaaaa!”

“I’m gonna slide it in reallllll slow. I hope you’ll let me give it to you again raw.” You whimpered at the memory. “That was soooo dopeee.”

Rafa’s croon in your ear started the avalanche.

“When I get all up in them guts, I’m gonna bend you in half, like a pretzel, and fuck the shit outta you.”

“Oooooohhhhh!”

Your hand was moving furiously now.

“I like that ushy gushy shit, girl. I’m gonna dig you out so good. You circling that clit fast now? Not as fast and as hard as I’m gonna fuck you next time you let me.”

You were whimpering and moaning and Rafa knew you were close.

“You better not cum until I tell you.”

“Rafa!”

You were on the edge of a great precipice. This man was doing it for you.

“You better…. FUCKING… not!”

Rafa’s tone changed to pure dom and you couldn’t hold it, you made a mess in your childhood bed as your back bowed and your vision went red and your hearing roared.

You moaned like a freight train and tried to keep quiet by dropping your phone and clapping your hand over your mouth.

It took you a few minutes to catch your breath, but you did an grabbed the phone again.

“What happened Holly? Cat get your tongue?”

Rafa sounded different now, more relaxed but awake and veerrrrry congenial.

“You made me drop my phone. Fucker.”

You laughed, still trying to breathe.

Rafa was glad that you probably didn’t hear him moaning like a little bitch. This friends with benefits situation had him sprung. And he didn’t want to lose you because of feelings. He felt euphoric, but fucked.

“Oh, you mean when you came. After I told you not to. Cool. Well, don’t worry about it Holly, it’s Christmas.”

You smiled, relieved. “Yes. And on Christmas you get to cum.”

Rafa laughed. “And on Christmas you get to cum.”

Suddenly, he stopped laughing.

“But just wait until I get your ass alone.” Dom Rafa was back.

Your eyes widened as you considered the possibilities.

“Merry Christmas, Rafa.”

“And a Very Merry Christmas to you, Holly!”

Yoooo! I love me some Holly and Rafa. It was so much fun writing them again! Let me know if you liked it as much as I did.

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It was your birthday, and since you were filming in your hometown of Atlanta, you invited the cast to your house to celebrate. The cast included Diggs, so you couldn’t not invite him, even though you two didn’t get along.

“Yo! It’s your birthday and allat, and I just wanted to make amends. Came in here for my jacket, used the head. You don’t mind do ya? You look hella angry.”

He was talking with his hands, and if you liked anything about Daveed, it was his hands. You couldn’t be mad at him, he was loose and so much less uptight like this. If only he was like this more often…

“It’s fine, D.” You grabbed his hand. “Go on back out there and….” Daveed jerked his hand and brought you to him again.

“I like being close to you.”

Daveed put his hand around your throat. It wasn’t menacing. You actually felt safe with his long fingers around you.

“You like it too, I can feel your pulse. It’s racing.”

The alcohol gave him the courage that he didn’t have on set. Alcohol lowered his inhibitions and put away his shyness.

Your eyes glinted at him.

“Could that be because you’re choking me?”

You held in a chuckle. You weren’t scared. Just the opposite in fact.

Daveed grinned, almost blinding you.

“Yeah. Maybe. Have you dreamed about me choking you?”

He looked quizzically at you.

“Because I’ve dreamed lots of dreams about you.”

You gulped and Daveed grinned again.

“What are you trying to do? What if I scream? That wouldn’t be a good look.”

You two heard the music and laughter from the living room, kitchen area. The party was lit.

“Then try not to scream.”

Daveed put another hand on your back, bending you to him as he slid his hand down your throat to your collarbone. You felt his his thickness through his jeans. This was new.

You smiled at him.

“So it’s true. You want me too?”

Daveed’s long finger traced your face from your forehead to your chin and back up to your lips. It rested there and you opened your mouth, took it in, and bit it.

Daveed drew back and stuck it in his own mouth, laughing. Those lips were everything.

“I knew you were a wildcat. Does that mean that you want me to unhand you, or that you’d like it rough?”

“Like what rough, Diggs? I never said I wanted you.”

You didn’t make a move to get out of his grip. Your nipples were hard and your cunt was starting to drip.

“You’re right, in fact, you’ve screamed that you hated me all over the set, and on every location in the city. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”

Daveed was at it again, now with his other hand, grabbing your dress from behind and inching it up. You didn’t stop him. You were interested in where this was going.

“What does that mean?”

The way he was switching up from slang to Shakespeare was wild.

“Well, it means that the reason that you hate me is that I haven’t made you cum yet.”

“What makes you think that I need you to do that?”

“Oh, you don’t, you have that magic bullet and the wand.”

You gasped as you realized that he rifled through your drawers.

“But I think you want a real live human being whose initials are the triple D….”

Daveed’s hand was on your bare ass now. the fact that you chose to wear a thong either a blessing or a curse right now. He grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed, long fingers in your crease and discovering your wetness.

“Daveed Dumbass Diggs? I knew it.”

You laughed. You wanted to see where this went. You might regret it in the morning, but alcohol had you loose too.

That grin spread across his face again.

“You know what my middle name is, girl. I know you’ve googled me.”

He squeezed again.

“And you’re trying to distract me from the fact that you are dripping wet.”

Daveed dug your thong out of your ass and pulled it, causing it to go between your folds. You whimpered at the stimulation.

“You like that? Yeah?”

You nodded, tired of fronting.

Daveed’s hand reached down and around your ass to find your clit and your wet hole. He fingered your cunt and your clit, his pinky ghosting over your puckered hole as well.

“Damn, you’re good with your hands,” you whispered as he finger fucked you to within an inch of your life.

He was lifting you off the ground with one hand in your crevices and one hand on your neck.

“I asked if you like that?”

Daveed’s voice was a little menacing and that made you wet. He leaned down and licked your neck. At the same time he shifted his hand around and went down the front of your panties, getting a better angle to fully manipulate your clit and pussy.

“Fuck, Daveed, Fuck!”

Daveed watched you as your eyes glazed over and your eyes rolled back into your head. He drew his hand out of your panties, licked his fingers, and put them back in, flicking your clit with a mixture of your fluids and his saliva.

“You wanna fuck? Oh. I don’t know about that. I’m gonna get you off right here though. Unless you want to beg for it?”

His voice was everything. You could listen to those deep melodies all night. But you would be damned if you begged him for anything.

Your beautiful eyes glinted at him. That’s what he loved about you. Your fire. He had to tamp it down a bit for you to realize what was going on between you. This was step one.

Daveed squeezed your neck and curled his long fingers at the same time, finding that magic spot inside you that made you almost scream.

He moved his hand from your neck to your mouth and that somehow was even sexier to you. You came on the heel of his hand, rocking back and forth on it, as you were practically sitting on it.

You allowed yourself some noise, knowing that his hand would muffle most of the sound. There was comfort and pleasure in that.

When you had come down from your high, Daveed set you down, fixed your panties, and straigtened your dress.

“Forgot to tell you that you look nice tonight. I like your dress, your hair, your eyes.”

His eyes scanned your countenance and you felt seen.

Daveed leaned close and you closed your eyes, ready for the kiss. Instead he whispered in your ear.

“All you gotta do is ask for what you want. Happy Birthday.”

You rocked back on your heels as Daveed moved past you out of the closet. You opened your eyes.

“You’ll be waiting a long time, Daveed. ‘Cause I fucking hate you!”

You yelled it at his back as he exited your room, not caring if anyone heard. They would all think it was just another Tuesday.

You would never ask Daveed Diggs for anything but your check. Definitely nothing else.

“Shit,” you said to yourself as you rejoined your guests at the party.

Daveed had you fucked up. And in less than 10 minutes.

You watched him drink his drink and then lick his fingers, ostensibly of liquor, but you knew that he was licking you off of them. Your pussy pulsed again. And he looked at you like he knew that.

You stared at him staring at you from across the room.

Maybe he could be of service to you on your birthday instead of your wand.

Possibly.

Let me know.

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