maybe some dominic fike smut inspired by the song he sang with kevin abstract “peach”? thank uuu!!
Peach - Dominic Fike
Summary: A quiet morning with Dominic -- 18+
Warning/Content Ahead: 18+!!! A steamy (hehe) shower, reader has a birthmark on her back, talks of sexual acts, a Lolita mention (don’t kill me), allusions to smut, light grinding, sensual touchin’ n grabbin’, finger-sucking (cause why not lol), coochie touchin', light oral (female receiving because that’s how it’s supposed to be!), and I believe that’s it!
A/N: Here you go, love! Thank you for requesting, I didn’t realize how inspired I would be upon seeing it :) Intended to make a lil filler blurb until the poll ends (vote here if you haven't yet!) and this ended up being a wee bit longer than expected ☺ I didn’t write full on smut, but I added some ~spice~ in there, hope you don’t mind! (I promise, plenty of nasty stories will be coming soon!) With that being said, I love you and enjoy! I don’t even like peaches fr
(don't steal my writing or post anywhere else -- that's rude)
Word Count: 1.8k
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“Did you know you have a small birthmark right here?” The wet tip of his finger pokes a spot on the small of your back, right where the spine sits.
“Really?” You grin, your skin burning from more than the water cascading upon your body as the suds from cleansing you travel to the drain. “I bet that’s where all my charm oozes from.”
"Yeah,” He says, mostly to himself as his other fingers join to graze the spot once more. The loofah hangs loosely in his other hand; already forgotten once he made the discovery of the mark on your flesh. “It’s cute.”
It had all begun when you had woken up before him that morning.
Your eyes blinked open to catch the hazy orange glow of the sun peering through the curtains, giving you a personal kiss from the sky. A smile comes across your face, and you thank the invisible forces that once again have awoken you from your slumber. The arm lazily thrown over you tightens momentarily around your form -- as if trying to keep you near before you even planned to move.
The motion makes you turn to look at the source, and you’re faced with the sleeping form of your lover; his face mushed against the pillows and hidden beneath a head of messy chocolate curls.
You fondly watch as he travels his subconscious, smoothing the hair from his forehead and watching the quiet way his closed lids blink themselves awake; as if sensing your form arising next to him.
“Morning' pretty boy,” Your voice coos as his nose does the tell-tale scrunch to show he’s on the brink of consciousness.
His lips curve softly into a sleepy smile upon hearing your voice, eyes still closed and glossed with sleep. “Mmmm.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘good morning to you too, light of my life, fire of my loins.’”
He peeks an eye open to look at you, as his hand grabs his phone from beneath the pillow. He glances at the screen before his voice rasps, “Did you just quote fuckin’ Lolita to me at 8 in the morning?”
“That I did, babe,” You chuckle, your hand moving to stroke his cheek. “Creepy story, but the figurative language was something else.”
He doesn’t respond as he shifts himself on the bed. Bringing his head down to lay on your stomach, still bare from your lack of attire from the night previous. He presses a kiss to the flesh before resting his head there. Your hand goes back to run through his hair once more, and you watch as he visibly relaxes from the touch.
You both lay there for a couple more moments, basking in the presence of one another as you both adjust your waking forms to the promise of another day of living -- whatever it may look like.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” He pipes up after a while, breaking the invisible barrier of silence. His voice vibrates against your skin, still rough with sleep, and you feel the ebbings of want for him beginning to curl and shift.
“Alright, love,” His hair feels smooth beneath your hands as you rub your fingers through the messy locks. You think back to the other night when the strands were tugged more harshly in your grasp, making the man on top of you look into your eyes as he came inside you with a gasp. Your tummy flips at the memory, and you shift yourself back into the present. “There’s clean towels in the dryer.”
“I would hope they’d be clean,” He turns his head to look at you, chin resting on your stomach. “Come with me.”
Your hand pauses in his hair as you raise your brow at him, deciding to tease him, “To get a towel?”
“No, dickhead,” He rolls his eyes at your antics, shaking his head to himself as you giggle below him. “Come shower with me.”
“Say please.”
Without meaning to, you mirror another activity from the previous night. When his head rested between your thighs, his pleading eyes looked up at you as he begged to taste you — to have your flavor on his tongue.
He seems to have the same thoughts as he looks at you, a smirk growing on his face from your words. His head seems to lean into your hand -- as if daring you to pull the hair attached to it again. He looks at you from beneath his lashes, his hand moving to rest right below your breast, his fingers grazing the underside, “Please, baby? Come with me?”
And who were you to deny him when he asked things so sweetly?
You answer him with a smile, giving his hair the small tug he silently was begging for. He keens at the motion, lashes fluttering at the feeling. “Let’s brush our teeth and I’ll grab the towels while you start the shower for us.”
And that’s how you ended up where you are now. Your lover cleansing your body after you do the same for him. The suds are completely gone from your form now as he finishes admiring the hidden spot on your back.
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his. Nuzzling his face into your damp neck, he rests there to breathe. Drawing in the air of your presence as he soaks himself into this moment — into this blissful, peachy morning with you.
Your hand runs over his skin, the tattoos littered on his arms traced by your wet fingers as you hum with contentment.
“I keep thinkin’ of last night,” His voice rasps in your ear, and it’s then that you feel his naked desire pressing against you, his hands tightening around you. “You felt so good wrapped around me. It’s like you’re fuckin’ made for me, baby.”
His words begin to stir the twirling ache building between your legs since this morning. His hand begins to travel the expanse of your chest; moving from your stomach to grip your breast as he presses himself harder behind you.
His hand grips your chin to turn your head towards him before capturing your lips into a searing, wet kiss. You moan against his lips, turning your body so your chest is pressed against his, the stream of water splashing against your back.
He’s first to pull away, chuckling when you try to chase his lips. He cups your face in his hands, eyes staring into yours with lust-coated adoration as his thumb swipes across your bottom lip. “You were so good to me. You gonna let me return the favor?”
You nod, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth at the promise of what’s to come -- hopefully you around his cock.
He reaches behind you to twist the knob, the stream of water abruptly stopping as he turns off the shower. The curtain screeches against the rod as he pulls them back, stepping over the tub and holding his hand out for you to step over the side.
Once you’re out, he’s quick to press his wet body against yours again, capturing your lips into another kiss; the towels unneeded and forgotten as they rest folded on the closed toilet seat. His tongue enters your mouth, and yours swirls against his as you become lost in his taste once more.
When he pulls away, you don’t chase him this time as his hands around your waist guide you over to the sink counter. He turns your body so you’re facing the foggy mirror and he presses behind you.
A hand reaches behind you to wipe through the mist on the mirror, and he smiles at your reflection once he sees it appear. He brings his hand to cup your chin, his middle and ring finger grazing your lips; a silent invitation to be let in.
You open your mouth for him and watch the way your lips wrap around the digits in the foggy reflection. His smile widens at the sight, and his eyes watch intently at your sultry actions. His other hand moves to cup your breast again and the gesture has you arching against him, his desire pressing against the swell of your ass.
“Shit, baby,” He rasps behind you, glancing down to watch the way your hips buck against his pressing member. “Look at how needy you are, I’ve barely touched you yet.”
You can only whine around his fingers at his words. Knowing from the look at your reflection that they held nothing but the truth. He glances back up at your face and appears to have mercy on you as he removes his fingers from your mouth with a light *pop*.
His fingers travel down your body until they reach your swollen clit, and the spit-soaked digits press down to circle against the nub.
You let out a moan at the sensation, your eyes closing and you attempt to throw your head back onto his shoulder. The hand on your breast moves to grip your face, “Nah, baby. Stay here with me, look at yourself.”
You peel your eyes open again, staring half-lidded as he works his fingers against your clit. When you look at his face, his lips are parted and his eyes are already trained on you.
“You’re so wet baby, I can feel it.”
“W-we just got out the sh-shower, smartass,” You sass him breathlessly, the feeling of his fingers moving intercrural making your head spin and your empty cunt pulsate around nothing.
He only chuckles at your statement, removing his hand and ignoring the pinched look on your face at the temporary loss of pleasure. His hand presses against your back, a silent way of communicating for you to bend over. You listen, leaning your forearms against the cold porcelain of the sink as you wait for his next move.
You hear rustling behind you and let out a gasp when you feel his breath fan against your hot center.
“I don’t know, babe…” His voice teases behind you, as his hands grip the flesh of your ass, holding you open for him. “I don’t think the shower would have you dripping like this.”
You whine from his teasing, knowing he’s watching the way your hole clenches pathetically around nothing; aching to be touched by him.
Your hand moves back to push his head into you, and he gives in without a fight, diving into your molten core with his eager tongue.
And when his mouth met your cunt, you decided that every morning should be this soft. Every morning should be filled with this much love. Every morning should be spent with you and your lover basking in the existence of the other like this.
And if it were a fruit, you would bite into this ripe peach of a morning every day if you could.
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This was the cutest thing ever!! I love the dynamic between them and their banter and how soft and in love they are with one another !! Such a lovely read, and a perfect balance of fluff and some sexy times ;) !
warning(s): smutty smut smutt yo, try at some plot yet again, lil long and all that…this filthy yall
a/n: there's for sure a ton of grammar edits that need to be made, so bear with me for the next few days while i work on them! i can never seem to catch them all first day.
enjoy, thanks to this yummy ass freaky ass request lmao 💗 sorry it took so long, i'm a slow writer...
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You sit between Dominic, your thighs spread and thrown over his legs.
He lays back against the headboard, pink blankets, and furry throw pillows around the two of you as he trails his hands up your quivering legs.
Your canopy, a sheer pink fabric floating above your bed, does little to hide the two of you.
His warm palm contradicts the chill of the rings littering his fingers–and it makes you jolt when they caress your inner thigh.
He’s fully dressed.
A well-worn leather jacket, its surface scuffed and softened with time, hangs open over a plain fitted t-shirt, showing his solid build underneath. And jeans, their denim rough against the smooth skin of your legs.
The build-up to this wasn’t the most ideal. A lot of pent-up frustration.
He’d asked you to come with him to his YSL after-party. Usually, you'd be ready to transform yourself into his arm candy for the night, the touch of his hand lingering on your lower back as you walked into the club with him.
But this time, a different kind of excitement bubbled within you – your best friend's birthday party.
You'd promised weeks ago to go clubbing with her and some friends, and the thought of letting her down felt worse than seeing the frown that started creasing your boyfriend's forehead.
A tense silence stretched over the two of you.
"You're going out with them again?" his voice was flat, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.
"It's Aria's birthday, Dom," you say, jutting your hip and leaning your weight to your right leg. "I promised weeks ago."
"This is the third time this month you’ve blown me off," he countered, sucking his teeth. "It's a big night for me. You fuckin’ know that man!”
A part of you understood, a nagging guilt prickling at your conscience. Maybe if you’d mentioned her birthday earlier, things could have been different.
But you also had a life, commitments you couldn't break at the last minute. Silence stretched between you again before you stated you were going for a shower, not having the energy for an argument.
You came out of the bathroom to an empty apartment, and anger started to simmer beneath your skin.
No goodbye kiss, no I love you.
Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. Tonight was about Aria. Not you, and not your pissy boyfriend. You wouldn't let his actions ruin your night.
Glancing at your phone, you switched it off. Letting silence and your disconnect speak for you. You hope he got the message.
He did.
Swaying slightly, you walked back into your apartment, the gems stitched into your tight two-piece glimmering in the warped light of the city skyline that was bleeding in through your windows.
It was your skimpiest set, one that usually earned a cheeky ass grab from Dominic.
You’d only worn it once and promised only to wear it when going out with him.
Which is why he clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose when he saw you saunter in through the door at two am in that same set—reaching for the wall to peel off your boots.
Completely oblivious to his presence.
He watched as a giggle escaped your lips when you turned to look at yourself in the hallway mirror.
Your mascara and eyeliner smudged and the glitter eyeshadow you'd swiped from Aria’s makeup bag, migrated into tiny, shimmering stars under your eyes.
Your eyes are red and lidded, a remnant from the blunt you and Aria hotboxed her car with before she dropped you off.
Combined with the tequila swirling in your system, you were in a heady euphoria. Ready for sleep, the comfort of your pajamas, and your bed.
Breathing a content sigh, you turned towards the living room, and your playful smile vanished the moment your eyes met your boyfriend's sprawled form on the couch.
The two tequila shots sloshed comfortably in your stomach, but the weed buzzed a different kind of energy through you. Your limbs felt light, almost detached, and the edges of the room seemed hazy,
Dominic being the only thing your mind was processing.
Your argument replayed in your mind, a sour note against the fuzzy high. He sat with his hands clasped loosely in his lap, legs sprawled, and his posture slouched.
His gaze roamed your body, lingering a second too long on your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your top, before flicking back up to meet your eyes.
He looked pissed, and a chill of satisfaction wisped over you.
With a sway in your hips, you walked over to him, ready to piss him off more than he already looked.
The closer you got, the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of a strain you’re familiar with. He was high, pupils dilated and glassy, mirroring yours.
There was an edge to him, a dangerous undercurrent, and it only fueled your ego. A twisted knot of pleasure growing in your chest knowing you were the reason for it.
You grinned, throwing one leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. Dominic lifts his eyes to yours, staring you down despite being under you.
You feel his body flex under you.
“Awh, you look pissed baby.” you pouted, voice dripping with mock sympathy. You tilted your head to the side raking your acrylics through his hair, and pushing it back from his face. His eyebrow piercing glinted when his head knocked to the side under the aggression of your hand.
The saccharine dripping from your voice was enough to curdle milk. "What’s wrong? You can tell Mama." you cooed, nodding with fake concern.
Dominic's jaw clenched, a flicker of something like a warning sparking in his eyes before he let out a humorless laugh, licking his bottom lip and looking away from your face.
His leg started to bounce, a telltale sign of his patience wearing thin.
You weren't sure where this new attitude came from, but a thrill snaked through you as you realized you were effectively getting under his skin.
The earlier fight still hung heavy for you, and you found yourself reveling in this power trip.
Before he could pull away, your hand tightened around the fist full you had of his hair and yanked him back to face you.
"Oh, I think I know," you purred. "Is Dommy mad that I turned my phone off?" You pouted again, the childish facade at odds with the glint in your eyes.
"Yeah, that's what it is, isn't it? Or is it because I wore your favorite little two-piece without you?”
You pulled his head back so his adams apple was barred, “Maybe next time don’t leave without acknowledging me first, yeah?”
You leaned in, lips hovering over Dominic’s. You could smell the mint and alcohol in his breath, before moving to his ear.
“Fuck you.” You whispered, patting his cheek with a smile.
Pleased, you moved to get off him but halted when his hand grabbed at your hips and squeezed tight, forcing you back. You gasped at the sudden pressure, wincing slightly when he pressed harder over the bone.
“Are you fucking stupid?” Before you could sass him back, Dominic’s hand flew to your neck and pressed at the pleasure points on the side of your throat.
“Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to let you talk to me like that?” Your clit pulsed, this is a side of your boyfriend you’d never seen. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting worked up by his attitude. You pressed down on his lap and felt his dick hard and poking under his jeans–a grin spread across your lips.
“But you like it,” You wrapped your fingers around his hand on your neck, and slightly squeezed, not breaking eye contact. “Don’t you Dommy?”
And now you’re in your current position.
“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” Dominic mutters. The hand that’s not working your thigh, sliding down your tank top to fondle your tits. Your nails dig into his leg, a whimper leaving your lips.
“You know better than that.” He flicks your clit through your shorts, and a pathetic squeal comes out of your throat at the pain. This was a side you weren’t familiar with, a side of him you didn’t know he could tap into. You’re unsure how to act, but a sick thrill washes over you.
“Dom please,” You breathe, “I didn’t mean—.”Dominic tuts, and muffles you with the palm of his hand.
“Yeah, you did, baby.” Dominic slips his hand into your shorts and presses two fingers against your swollen clit, rubbing soft circles that causes your breath to catch. He’s barely applying pressure, just toying with you.
“No panties huh?” he tilted his head back, nostrils flaring as he expelled a long breath. The movement sent a shiver down your spine, and your stomach lurched.
You suck in a shaky breath, lips parting in a defensive retort when his fingers tap on your lips with surprising force. He pushes them through and lets his middle and index fingers press down your tongue.
“Learn to just shut the fuck up.” he runs his tongue along the top of your ear and is quick to move his hand up from your shorts–pressing on your abdomen to bring you down when your hips buck up.
“Fuck!” you whine around his fingers, head lolling to the side, hand squeezing at his leather jacket.
He chuckles and tugs your shorts off, and he lands a smack against your sticky cunt before you can sigh in relief at finally having your shorts off.
Your vision blurs for a second, the sharp sting lacing through you. Your eyes fly shut, a surprised gasp leaving you. Fingers twitching. You’ve never felt this before, and your pussy tingles in want at the pleasured pain.
“You really wanted to piss me off tonight, huh?” his voice comes out scratchy and low. Like a threat, and you can’t help the way your cunt throbs. “Just needed everyone’s fuckin’ attention.”
You try to jerk your thighs close, but Dom’s quicker than you. Firmly gripping the meat of your thigh, and forcefully pressing down your right from the left.
His fingers still loosely hang out the side of your mouth, your spit slick across the side of your face. Your pussy leaks, both from pain and arousal, and you’re desperate for more.
Moving you around so that your legs are spread wider Dom pins you firmly against his chest.
“You don’t even deserve this.” he finally applies pressure to your clit, and your chest stutters. Sweat coats your body in a thin sheen making you appear dewy under the lit skyline pouring through your room window.
Dominic hooks his chin over your shoulder and peers his eyes down to your soaked cunt. He spreads your lips with his pointer and ring finger, the sound lewd. Your juices glimmer in the low light and Dom’s cock twitches in his jeans.
“Fuck, look at that,” he whispers, using the pad of his middle finger to just barely brush over your pearl. Your body quivers, fingers spazzing when you throw your head back against Dom’s shoulder.
“I—” You stutter, trying to find words.
“Hm?” He taunts, pulling his fingers away from your pussy and to his lips. You whimper at the loss of contact, eyes blown wide when Dominic makes a show of sucking off fingers. He opens his eyes just barely, and peers over at you. “Where’d all that mouth go?”
You try to speak again, but your mind blanks when the sound of Dominic’s belt unclasping filters through your ears. In a swift movement, he’s sliding out from behind you and removing his hand from your mouth.
Immediately you find yourself missing his heat and the heavy pressure of his fingers on your tongue.
Cool air rushes to your back where he once was and you shiver.
“God, you really don’t deserve this.” he reiterates, as he removes his jeans. His shirt and jacket follow suit. You watch him in a daze, thrumming in anticipation.
Just moments ago you were asserting dominance, and now your brain can’t process anything but the man undressing at the foot of your bed. He’s a stark contrast to the pink of your room. He looks out of place, despite being right where you need him.
He crawls back to you, and for the first time today, Dominic catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your mouths clash in a hungry mesh of spit and tongue. Your highs make everything sloppy and disoriented, and so so good. Blindly grabbing, and taking each other apart.
Your hand tangles in his curls, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck and earning a grunt that you eagerly swallow.
Take take take. You want all of him.
You wander your fingers over the expanse of his body, nails dipping into the ridges of his stomach before slipping into his boxers, and wrapping your hand around his dick.
Dom's body shutters, and he pulls away from your lips to grab your wrist–his grip tight in warning.
“You don’t learn.” His breath fans hot over your lips, slick with your shared spit.
“Please Dom, just, please.” You’re downright whimpering at this point, pleading for him. Gone is your attitude from earlier, and Dominic laughs right in your face. It’s pitiful and he grins.
“Awh, what's wrong princess?” His forehead creases, mock concern seeping out of his words, and then he dips his head down to nose at the sensitive spot of your neck, just under your ear.
“You can tell Daddy.” He nods, curls tickling your cheek.
Dominic mocks your words from earlier, moving your wrist above your head. Your free hand twitches under his chest, not quite touching, just hanging in the air. Unsure if he wants you touching him.
You’re scared, and so turned on. Pussy fluttering around nothing.
“Oh, I think I know.” Dom releases your wrist and yanks you back by your hair, baring your throat out to him. Just like you did.
“You want me to fuck you. That it?”
You do. So bad. You’re not sure how much more you can take anymore, which is why you’re surprised when you feel your eyes get hot. You’ve never been brought to this point before, and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to leave this headspace.
You nod your head rapidly, tears glossing your eyes over. “ Yes, please, Dom. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, peering up at him with how he has your head positioned, and swallowing when you watch the side of his lip twitch up.
Dominic tilts his head to the side, hair sliding to the right with him. He simpers and says nothing. You feel your face start to burn, feeling so small under him like this, a hot tear streams down the side of your face.
You watch Dom’s eyes follow it with rapt attention, and you part your lips ready to say something, anything, when his eyes snap back to yours and you feel the tip of his cock pushing its way into your throbbing pussy.
Your eyes roll, and your mouth hangs open. A silent gasp stuck in your throat.
You’ve fucked your boyfriend many times before. But this, this, is new. Feeling him like this was new, the bated breath, the heat, the intensity of it all.
You feel him everywhere all at once, your body pulsating, ears feeling as if they're stuffed with cotton.
You feel hot, molten almost, but you’re shivering.
Dom bends your neck back further and nods his head while pushing himself in. Inch by inch you feel him filling you up.
His face is hovering over yours, as he watches you. Lips open and brush over your own as he loses himself in your heat.
“Mhm, that’s it, baby. You feel me?” Dominic mutters against your mouth, and you wither, mindlessly lifting a hand to grab hold of his in your hair.
You can’t speak, your brain is mush. Not a single thought processing. You feel full, the stretch one that you’ll never get enough of. He’s thick and heavy, and it’s almost too much.
Then he snaps his hips, and you slur out a curse. A long drawn-out whine works its way out your throat and you squeeze your eyes. If you were in your right mind, you’d almost be embarrassed that such a sound left you. But you aren’t.
Dominic snaps his hips one more time, and then he’s fucking you as if he’s on borrowed time. His hips grind quick and hard. He untangles his hand from your hair and interlaces it with one of yours, before tucking himself securely in your neck.
He presses closer to you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Ankles locked tight, and his heavy grunts fall into your neck.
He’s a mess of praise and curses, your bodies sticking together and the smell of sex hot in the air.
Your body jolts up with each thrust and you use your free arm to wrap around Dom’s back. Your acrylics scratch into his skin as you try to ground yourself.
But you need more.
“More, Dom,” You whimper out. “Please.”
Dom’s manhandling you around before your mind could process it. Head lifted from your neck as he turned you over on your stomach in a heated frenzy.
Your face is mushed into your pillows at the foot of your bed, ass perked up.
“Never satisfied are you?” Dom grunts, slipping back inside you and giving you just what you asked for. He leans down so he’s molded to the shape of your back, and grabs hold of your throat from behind.
You’re being fucked dumb, have no idea what you’re saying. If you’re even saying anything at all. Body tingling everywhere.
“You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” Dominic praises, reveling in how good your pussy sucks him in. How warm and gummy you feel around him. Squeezing him just right.
You’re both intertwined with pleasure, in a conjoined headspace that you hope never ends. You don’t even know how you both got to this point anymore. What you were arguing about in the first place. Just that you want to keep fucking like this, want to always feel him like this.
You start to feel yourself getting lifted off the mattress and then you’re on your knees, Dominic’s front molded to your back. He reaches around and squeezes your right tit, fingers rolling your nipple.
You reach back and grip his hair when he starts leaving messy kisses down the side of your throat.
“Look. Look at yourself while I fuck you.” Dom orders, his voice vibrates through you and it takes all you have to peel your eyes open to see yourself through the mirror.
It’s in the corner of your room, and you can only see the side of you and Dom as he drills into you. Your eyes lock with him through the mirror. He’s already staring at you through his lashes, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His gaze is primal, something wicked and you feel your stomach start to tighten, pussy spazzing around him.
“Oh fuck m’ gonna cum. Gonna cum.” you slur.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He moves down to start rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you arch your back, throwing your head back against his shoulder. A chorus of yes’s.
“Look.” He grunts again, hand moving off your neck to firmly grip your jaw and force your face back to the mirror. You look a fucking mess.
That coil in your tummy tying a knot so tight, you’re not sure you’re ready for it to snap. But you need it too. Need it so fucking bad.
You bring a hand to grip Dom's arm that's resting on your abdomen, toes curled tight.
“Right there, right there!” You squeal, feeling yourself weaken in his hold. Dom feels it too, and pushes you back down into your sheets, his pace harder in the new position. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding your middle half in a slight arch.
“Cum for me, you can do it. Make me cum.” He’s whispering in your ear, “So fuckin’ close, cum with me baby.”
And the pleasure that’s been brewing, thrumming throughout your body, breaks.
You cum hard, Dominic’s name high-pitched and breathless when you reach down to tightly grip the corner of your mattress. Back arched high like a cat.
Your pussy clamps down on Dom, walls spasming around his dick, and it sets him off. His eyes close but lidded open as he drunkenly loses himself in your pussy, chasing his orgasm.
You watch him through your mirror with lidded eyes. Watch as his mouth drops open. Watch as he drops onto you, squeezing you tight when he finally cums. Painting your walls white, and filling you up.
You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. Dom starts to pepper kisses on the side of your face, and you turn your head to catch his lips. It’s slower than the one you shared earlier. Heavy with I’m sorry, and I love you.
You pull away first, watching as a smile takes over his face. The position you’re in is awkward, but you both couldn’t give a fuck right now. You reach around as best you can and brush his hair back from his eyebrow, softly rubbing your thumb over the piercing.
“So, how was clubbing without me? Boring huh?” You grin a shit-eating grin, and Dom rolls his eyes when you start laughing.
Like where do I even startttt ?? 😮💨 The foreplay masked as pettiness, the “you can tell mama” and “you can tell daddy” 🥴🥴 you’re stirring up things that haven’t been stirred in a LONG time and wowww
And Dominic and homegirl was so NASTYYYY like not her tightening his hand around HER neck, not him telling her to watch!! NOT HIM BEING DONE WITH HER ATTITUDE AND FUCKING IT OUT OF HER WHEWEWWW !!! I was kicking, screaming, and doing that smiley tongue bite thing when you reading something good and spicy because WOW I was so excited when I saw this was requested but the way you brought this into fruition is magical !! Thank you once again for sharing your craft, I’ll definitely be coming back to this one for…reasons 🫣
Btw I loveeee that you write him with an eyebrow piercing, that’s sooo sexy to think about 😩
Warnings/Content Ahead: SMUTSMUTTYSMUTSMUT !!! P in V unprotected sex (wrap it up, y'all!! Don't be nasty and careless like the freaks in this story), oral (male recieving), creampie, vivid descriptions of penetration and sexual acts, titty sucking...I think that's all, lmk if I missed any!
A/N: This is nasty y'all... as always, 18+ only! Inspired by the song "Dirty" by Pretty Sick! Check them out if you get the chance. Reblog and let me know your thoughts, please! I love you and enjoy :)
Word Count: 1.9k
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It honestly wasn’t your fault.
It was he who came in all sweaty and masculine from his workout session with the trainer. If you had known how ravishing he was going to look with his hair sticking to his forehead and his exposed biceps bulging from the strain of the workout -- you probably would still be right where you’re at, honestly.
But genuinely, who could blame you?
It didn’t help that you were ovulating, and you had a very handsome and willing boyfriend to soothe those aches for you.
You were good though.
You gave him time to actually get through the door before you made your move. You even let him tell you all about his day before your hormones fully kicked in.
“Man, the trainer was fucking brutal today,” Dominic starts as he kisses you on the forehead before cruising to the fridge. You’re surprised he doesn’t hear the light gasp you let out from the contact. As he snatches a cold water bottle, he continues, “I thought I was gonna pass out by the 8th lap, babe.”
He pauses in his speech to drink, but before he does, he takes in how you look. Your lips are parted and there’s a hungry look in your eye. Dominic pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, stifling a chuckle of disbelief.
"How did I get so lucky to bag someone who wants me even when I’m sweating bullets?" He thinks to himself as he looks you over.
But Dominic can be such an asshole sometimes. He acts oblivious to the effect he’s having on you as he focuses on satiating his thirst and not yours.
Keeping his eyes locked on you, he gulps the water; his neck on display to you. Your eyes travel the expanse of his skin and you want nothing more than to press a nasty kiss to the tattoo decorated on the side of it.
So that’s exactly what you do.
You walk over to where he’s standing and lick a wet stripe up his pulse point, making him jerk and almost spill the water. “Mmm babe wait-”
He sets the water bottle down, wrapping his unoccupied hand around your waist. He turns to you with a knowing smirk, knowing you would break eventually. “Okay, now you can ravish me,”
You couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.
Dominic’s engulfed by you the second the teasing words left his mouth. Mouths entwined with lust and spit keep you two tethered, and Dominic swiftly lifts you into his arms. His scent is an earthy musk from his workout, and it dampens your panties with slick need.
And that’s how you ended up with your calves hanging over his shoulders and him saying the filthiest things to you. Every word makes you clench tighter around him, his thrust creating a sweet friction between the two of you. Your back is pressed against the couch cushions, and he holds the rest of you in his embrace.
“O-oh fuck!” Your eyes are squeezed shut as Dominic hits places in you that set your body ablaze. Your nails leave red marks on his back, decorating his flesh with signs of your presence. Of your absolute possession of him. The contact makes him hiss, but his thrusts increase in speed.
“Mmm that’s it, baby, take this dick.”
A slick squelching echoes throughout the room. Your fluids increase with the motion of Dominic’s hips connecting with yours, creating a creamy film over his throbbing member.
“Fuckkk baby…” Dominic trails off trying to find the words; too pussy-drunk from the feeling of you around him to string a sentence together. “You’re makin’ a fuckin’ mess.”
You don’t have to look to know what he means. You can feel your essence dripping between the two of you, running down his dick and dripping down to your backside. He’s covered in you and something like an animalistic possession begins to stir within.
You clench around him and moan when you look down at the sight of it. He’s mine.
The sound reaches Dominic’s ears, and you feel him shiver from above you. “Yeah, baby? You like that?” He gives you a peck on your forehead before leaning his against it. “We look great together, don’t we?”
You barely register the question, too immersed in the slick feeling of him sliding within your walls. He gives your cheek a couple of light smacks to bring you out of your haze before gripping your face with his hand. “I asked you a question, doll.”
You let out a pathetic whimper, giving him a nod in response.
He chuckles at your fucked-out state before he pulls out, stoking his member sopping in your slickness and his pre-cum. He ignores the whine you let out as he stands up to tell you, “Clean it up for me,”
You crouch on shaky knees and open your mouth for him. He wastes no time shoving himself to the back of your throat. You gag a bit before moaning around him, his pubic hair tickling your nose. You can take it.
“H-holy shit, baby” Dominic moans, throwing his head back in pleasure. He runs a soothing hand through your hair, careful not to tug. “Good girl,”
You hollow your cheeks and take everything he has to offer. Savoring his heaviness on your tongue and the sundry tang of both of your fluids as you move your mouth up and down his member. You bring a hand up to stroke him as you focus your attention on teasing his tip.
You hear him hiss from above you and it drifts into a whimper. The roles intrinsically shifting excite you as you pull off from him, a string of saliva following and breaking, still keeping a steady stroke with your hand. “That feel good, sweet boy?”
He looks down at you with his brown, glistening eyes and gives you a dazed nod. “Please keep going, baby.”
You look off to the side in faux contemplation, your hand slowing. You would love to go back to having him in your mouth, but an ache between your legs reminds you of what got you into this position in the first place. Dominic whines as he attempts to thrust into your hand. “N-no, please don’t stop,”
You mock him with a pout, “So you don’t want to go back to fucking me?”
His eyes brighten at the idea of reuniting with you again and you chuckle at his enthusiasm. You pull him onto the couch in an upright position. He makes grabby hands for you, pulling you to straddle his lap, and you don’t waste any more time with teasing. He grabs his cock and slides the tip between your slick folds, both of you moaning at the salacious sensation.
Slowly, he inserts himself into your leaking hole and moves his hands to your hips to keep you steady. Your eyes are trained on the place where the two of you meet, entranced by the way you swallow him. Dominic’s ragged voice tells you, “Look at how good you take it,” His hands tighten around you at the same time your cunt tightens around him. Perfectly in sync.
You sit until he’s fully sheathed in you. Both of you locked together in exquisite union. The air feels like it’s been knocked out of your lungs and replaced with him. Your eyes are closed as you steady yourself, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your side. You’re so, so full.
Once you’ve adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you, you slowly begin to rock your hips. You throw your head back and sigh, “Baby you’re so deep,”
Dominic only moans in response as he guides you along his cock, mesmerized by the hot, slick feeling of your pussy wrapped around him. His tip hits the spongy bundle of nerves with each grind. Your clit buzzes against his pubic hair. All the teasing and build-up increase the rate of your impending orgasm. You feel the coil beginning to tighten in your belly as Dominic licks an obscene, wet trail from your nipple to your neck.
“I’m s’close, Dom -- fuck,”
He pulls back from kissing your neck to look up at you, a titillating look resides on his features. “Yeah, baby? You’re close?” He reaches a hand down to toy with your clit, your head spinning with the motion of his hand. Both of your moans imbue the space around you. Dominic feels you getting closer as you clench tighter and tighter around him.
“Go ahead, baby, soak my cock up.”
He’s so fucking filthy.
You close your eyes and get lost in the pulsing bliss between your legs. Dom’s whines from beneath as you clench around him, your essence coating his dick. He keeps his steady tempo on your clit and swirls his tongue around your nipple, wanting to relish in every drop you have to offer.
You stay tense around him, moaning a string of expletives, until you feel yourself return to your body. You blink, your vision blurry from the intensity of the wave that crashed over you. You feel Dominic’s furtive thrusts beneath you as he continues flicking between your breasts. You softly pull him off by his hair and cup his face with your hand.
“You wanna cum, Dominic?” Your voice comes out light and breathy. He nuzzles into your touch, his head nodding eagerly. A ribald smile crosses your face as you loosely drape your hand around his neck, your hips resuming their previous motions. “Beg me,”
“Baby please-” he cuts himself off with a sharp intake of breath, trying to steady the furor of dizziness causing his head to spin and all he can feel is you, you, you. “Please let me cum.”
You look down at the angel beneath you; your heart almost leaping out of your chest to join his in unison. His hair was hot and sweaty against his forehead, his chest racing from the breaths he was taking to steady himself. His eyes were glazed over and glossy, staring into yours with want and desperation and love.
You couldn’t leave your lover hanging anymore.
You lean down to kiss him on his temple, feeling him tremble at the motion. Your lips ghost over his ear and you tell him, “Let go for me, Dominic.”
That’s all the confirmation he needs as he holds your hips and starts bucking up into you frantically, chasing the edge as it grows closer and closer. He slides a hand up to squeeze your breast and whispers love into the air as he empties himself into you. “T-thank you, baby, I lo-love you, I love you, oh-”
You stroke his cheek, and he rides through the euphoric sensation of you around him. You look down at the man covered in every essence of your being, and are in absolute awe of the wantonness you unleashed. You didn’t think that you’d be dirty like that.
You lift off him with a satisfied groan escaping your lips, his love leaking out of you and running down your thigh, and collapse in a heap onto the cushions. He’s sliding down the couch onto his knees and bringing your fluffy cunt to his face, your knees hanging off his shoulders this time.
The room fills with your song of lust as he digs into you. Tasting, licking, and sucking everything you two created. You throw your head back from the overwhelming euphoria that ruptures through you, breathing out a question he sought the answer to earlier:
“We go great together, don’t we?”
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Thanks for reading! Thought I'd switch up the POV for this one :)
You can find my other writing here -> Honey's Writing
Oh…oh wow !!! This was so hot and so sexy and so passionate and so…dirty!! (Pun was definitely intended) thank you for sharing this with us!! i hope homegirl pops a plan b in the morning tho…😭😭
warning(s): smutty smut smutt yo, try at some plot yet again, lil long and all that…this filthy yall
a/n: there's for sure a ton of grammar edits that need to be made, so bear with me for the next few days while i work on them! i can never seem to catch them all first day.
enjoy, thanks to this yummy ass freaky ass request lmao 💗 sorry it took so long, i'm a slow writer...
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You sit between Dominic, your thighs spread and thrown over his legs.
He lays back against the headboard, pink blankets, and furry throw pillows around the two of you as he trails his hands up your quivering legs.
Your canopy, a sheer pink fabric floating above your bed, does little to hide the two of you.
His warm palm contradicts the chill of the rings littering his fingers–and it makes you jolt when they caress your inner thigh.
He’s fully dressed.
A well-worn leather jacket, its surface scuffed and softened with time, hangs open over a plain fitted t-shirt, showing his solid build underneath. And jeans, their denim rough against the smooth skin of your legs.
The build-up to this wasn’t the most ideal. A lot of pent-up frustration.
He’d asked you to come with him to his YSL after-party. Usually, you'd be ready to transform yourself into his arm candy for the night, the touch of his hand lingering on your lower back as you walked into the club with him.
But this time, a different kind of excitement bubbled within you – your best friend's birthday party.
You'd promised weeks ago to go clubbing with her and some friends, and the thought of letting her down felt worse than seeing the frown that started creasing your boyfriend's forehead.
A tense silence stretched over the two of you.
"You're going out with them again?" his voice was flat, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.
"It's Aria's birthday, Dom," you say, jutting your hip and leaning your weight to your right leg. "I promised weeks ago."
"This is the third time this month you’ve blown me off," he countered, sucking his teeth. "It's a big night for me. You fuckin’ know that man!”
A part of you understood, a nagging guilt prickling at your conscience. Maybe if you’d mentioned her birthday earlier, things could have been different.
But you also had a life, commitments you couldn't break at the last minute. Silence stretched between you again before you stated you were going for a shower, not having the energy for an argument.
You came out of the bathroom to an empty apartment, and anger started to simmer beneath your skin.
No goodbye kiss, no I love you.
Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. Tonight was about Aria. Not you, and not your pissy boyfriend. You wouldn't let his actions ruin your night.
Glancing at your phone, you switched it off. Letting silence and your disconnect speak for you. You hope he got the message.
He did.
Swaying slightly, you walked back into your apartment, the gems stitched into your tight two-piece glimmering in the warped light of the city skyline that was bleeding in through your windows.
It was your skimpiest set, one that usually earned a cheeky ass grab from Dominic.
You’d only worn it once and promised only to wear it when going out with him.
Which is why he clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose when he saw you saunter in through the door at two am in that same set—reaching for the wall to peel off your boots.
Completely oblivious to his presence.
He watched as a giggle escaped your lips when you turned to look at yourself in the hallway mirror.
Your mascara and eyeliner smudged and the glitter eyeshadow you'd swiped from Aria’s makeup bag, migrated into tiny, shimmering stars under your eyes.
Your eyes are red and lidded, a remnant from the blunt you and Aria hotboxed her car with before she dropped you off.
Combined with the tequila swirling in your system, you were in a heady euphoria. Ready for sleep, the comfort of your pajamas, and your bed.
Breathing a content sigh, you turned towards the living room, and your playful smile vanished the moment your eyes met your boyfriend's sprawled form on the couch.
The two tequila shots sloshed comfortably in your stomach, but the weed buzzed a different kind of energy through you. Your limbs felt light, almost detached, and the edges of the room seemed hazy,
Dominic being the only thing your mind was processing.
Your argument replayed in your mind, a sour note against the fuzzy high. He sat with his hands clasped loosely in his lap, legs sprawled, and his posture slouched.
His gaze roamed your body, lingering a second too long on your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your top, before flicking back up to meet your eyes.
He looked pissed, and a chill of satisfaction wisped over you.
With a sway in your hips, you walked over to him, ready to piss him off more than he already looked.
The closer you got, the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of a strain you’re familiar with. He was high, pupils dilated and glassy, mirroring yours.
There was an edge to him, a dangerous undercurrent, and it only fueled your ego. A twisted knot of pleasure growing in your chest knowing you were the reason for it.
You grinned, throwing one leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. Dominic lifts his eyes to yours, staring you down despite being under you.
You feel his body flex under you.
“Awh, you look pissed baby.” you pouted, voice dripping with mock sympathy. You tilted your head to the side raking your acrylics through his hair, and pushing it back from his face. His eyebrow piercing glinted when his head knocked to the side under the aggression of your hand.
The saccharine dripping from your voice was enough to curdle milk. "What’s wrong? You can tell Mama." you cooed, nodding with fake concern.
Dominic's jaw clenched, a flicker of something like a warning sparking in his eyes before he let out a humorless laugh, licking his bottom lip and looking away from your face.
His leg started to bounce, a telltale sign of his patience wearing thin.
You weren't sure where this new attitude came from, but a thrill snaked through you as you realized you were effectively getting under his skin.
The earlier fight still hung heavy for you, and you found yourself reveling in this power trip.
Before he could pull away, your hand tightened around the fist full you had of his hair and yanked him back to face you.
"Oh, I think I know," you purred. "Is Dommy mad that I turned my phone off?" You pouted again, the childish facade at odds with the glint in your eyes.
"Yeah, that's what it is, isn't it? Or is it because I wore your favorite little two-piece without you?”
You pulled his head back so his adams apple was barred, “Maybe next time don’t leave without acknowledging me first, yeah?”
You leaned in, lips hovering over Dominic’s. You could smell the mint and alcohol in his breath, before moving to his ear.
“Fuck you.” You whispered, patting his cheek with a smile.
Pleased, you moved to get off him but halted when his hand grabbed at your hips and squeezed tight, forcing you back. You gasped at the sudden pressure, wincing slightly when he pressed harder over the bone.
“Are you fucking stupid?” Before you could sass him back, Dominic’s hand flew to your neck and pressed at the pleasure points on the side of your throat.
“Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to let you talk to me like that?” Your clit pulsed, this is a side of your boyfriend you’d never seen. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting worked up by his attitude. You pressed down on his lap and felt his dick hard and poking under his jeans–a grin spread across your lips.
“But you like it,” You wrapped your fingers around his hand on your neck, and slightly squeezed, not breaking eye contact. “Don’t you Dommy?”
And now you’re in your current position.
“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” Dominic mutters. The hand that’s not working your thigh, sliding down your tank top to fondle your tits. Your nails dig into his leg, a whimper leaving your lips.
“You know better than that.” He flicks your clit through your shorts, and a pathetic squeal comes out of your throat at the pain. This was a side you weren’t familiar with, a side of him you didn’t know he could tap into. You’re unsure how to act, but a sick thrill washes over you.
“Dom please,” You breathe, “I didn’t mean—.”Dominic tuts, and muffles you with the palm of his hand.
“Yeah, you did, baby.” Dominic slips his hand into your shorts and presses two fingers against your swollen clit, rubbing soft circles that causes your breath to catch. He’s barely applying pressure, just toying with you.
“No panties huh?” he tilted his head back, nostrils flaring as he expelled a long breath. The movement sent a shiver down your spine, and your stomach lurched.
You suck in a shaky breath, lips parting in a defensive retort when his fingers tap on your lips with surprising force. He pushes them through and lets his middle and index fingers press down your tongue.
“Learn to just shut the fuck up.” he runs his tongue along the top of your ear and is quick to move his hand up from your shorts–pressing on your abdomen to bring you down when your hips buck up.
“Fuck!” you whine around his fingers, head lolling to the side, hand squeezing at his leather jacket.
He chuckles and tugs your shorts off, and he lands a smack against your sticky cunt before you can sigh in relief at finally having your shorts off.
Your vision blurs for a second, the sharp sting lacing through you. Your eyes fly shut, a surprised gasp leaving you. Fingers twitching. You’ve never felt this before, and your pussy tingles in want at the pleasured pain.
“You really wanted to piss me off tonight, huh?” his voice comes out scratchy and low. Like a threat, and you can’t help the way your cunt throbs. “Just needed everyone’s fuckin’ attention.”
You try to jerk your thighs close, but Dom’s quicker than you. Firmly gripping the meat of your thigh, and forcefully pressing down your right from the left.
His fingers still loosely hang out the side of your mouth, your spit slick across the side of your face. Your pussy leaks, both from pain and arousal, and you’re desperate for more.
Moving you around so that your legs are spread wider Dom pins you firmly against his chest.
“You don’t even deserve this.” he finally applies pressure to your clit, and your chest stutters. Sweat coats your body in a thin sheen making you appear dewy under the lit skyline pouring through your room window.
Dominic hooks his chin over your shoulder and peers his eyes down to your soaked cunt. He spreads your lips with his pointer and ring finger, the sound lewd. Your juices glimmer in the low light and Dom’s cock twitches in his jeans.
“Fuck, look at that,” he whispers, using the pad of his middle finger to just barely brush over your pearl. Your body quivers, fingers spazzing when you throw your head back against Dom’s shoulder.
“I—” You stutter, trying to find words.
“Hm?” He taunts, pulling his fingers away from your pussy and to his lips. You whimper at the loss of contact, eyes blown wide when Dominic makes a show of sucking off fingers. He opens his eyes just barely, and peers over at you. “Where’d all that mouth go?”
You try to speak again, but your mind blanks when the sound of Dominic’s belt unclasping filters through your ears. In a swift movement, he’s sliding out from behind you and removing his hand from your mouth.
Immediately you find yourself missing his heat and the heavy pressure of his fingers on your tongue.
Cool air rushes to your back where he once was and you shiver.
“God, you really don’t deserve this.” he reiterates, as he removes his jeans. His shirt and jacket follow suit. You watch him in a daze, thrumming in anticipation.
Just moments ago you were asserting dominance, and now your brain can’t process anything but the man undressing at the foot of your bed. He’s a stark contrast to the pink of your room. He looks out of place, despite being right where you need him.
He crawls back to you, and for the first time today, Dominic catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your mouths clash in a hungry mesh of spit and tongue. Your highs make everything sloppy and disoriented, and so so good. Blindly grabbing, and taking each other apart.
Your hand tangles in his curls, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck and earning a grunt that you eagerly swallow.
Take take take. You want all of him.
You wander your fingers over the expanse of his body, nails dipping into the ridges of his stomach before slipping into his boxers, and wrapping your hand around his dick.
Dom's body shutters, and he pulls away from your lips to grab your wrist–his grip tight in warning.
“You don’t learn.” His breath fans hot over your lips, slick with your shared spit.
“Please Dom, just, please.” You’re downright whimpering at this point, pleading for him. Gone is your attitude from earlier, and Dominic laughs right in your face. It’s pitiful and he grins.
“Awh, what's wrong princess?” His forehead creases, mock concern seeping out of his words, and then he dips his head down to nose at the sensitive spot of your neck, just under your ear.
“You can tell Daddy.” He nods, curls tickling your cheek.
Dominic mocks your words from earlier, moving your wrist above your head. Your free hand twitches under his chest, not quite touching, just hanging in the air. Unsure if he wants you touching him.
You’re scared, and so turned on. Pussy fluttering around nothing.
“Oh, I think I know.” Dom releases your wrist and yanks you back by your hair, baring your throat out to him. Just like you did.
“You want me to fuck you. That it?”
You do. So bad. You’re not sure how much more you can take anymore, which is why you’re surprised when you feel your eyes get hot. You’ve never been brought to this point before, and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to leave this headspace.
You nod your head rapidly, tears glossing your eyes over. “ Yes, please, Dom. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, peering up at him with how he has your head positioned, and swallowing when you watch the side of his lip twitch up.
Dominic tilts his head to the side, hair sliding to the right with him. He simpers and says nothing. You feel your face start to burn, feeling so small under him like this, a hot tear streams down the side of your face.
You watch Dom’s eyes follow it with rapt attention, and you part your lips ready to say something, anything, when his eyes snap back to yours and you feel the tip of his cock pushing its way into your throbbing pussy.
Your eyes roll, and your mouth hangs open. A silent gasp stuck in your throat.
You’ve fucked your boyfriend many times before. But this, this, is new. Feeling him like this was new, the bated breath, the heat, the intensity of it all.
You feel him everywhere all at once, your body pulsating, ears feeling as if they're stuffed with cotton.
You feel hot, molten almost, but you’re shivering.
Dom bends your neck back further and nods his head while pushing himself in. Inch by inch you feel him filling you up.
His face is hovering over yours, as he watches you. Lips open and brush over your own as he loses himself in your heat.
“Mhm, that’s it, baby. You feel me?” Dominic mutters against your mouth, and you wither, mindlessly lifting a hand to grab hold of his in your hair.
You can’t speak, your brain is mush. Not a single thought processing. You feel full, the stretch one that you’ll never get enough of. He’s thick and heavy, and it’s almost too much.
Then he snaps his hips, and you slur out a curse. A long drawn-out whine works its way out your throat and you squeeze your eyes. If you were in your right mind, you’d almost be embarrassed that such a sound left you. But you aren’t.
Dominic snaps his hips one more time, and then he’s fucking you as if he’s on borrowed time. His hips grind quick and hard. He untangles his hand from your hair and interlaces it with one of yours, before tucking himself securely in your neck.
He presses closer to you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Ankles locked tight, and his heavy grunts fall into your neck.
He’s a mess of praise and curses, your bodies sticking together and the smell of sex hot in the air.
Your body jolts up with each thrust and you use your free arm to wrap around Dom’s back. Your acrylics scratch into his skin as you try to ground yourself.
But you need more.
“More, Dom,” You whimper out. “Please.”
Dom’s manhandling you around before your mind could process it. Head lifted from your neck as he turned you over on your stomach in a heated frenzy.
Your face is mushed into your pillows at the foot of your bed, ass perked up.
“Never satisfied are you?” Dom grunts, slipping back inside you and giving you just what you asked for. He leans down so he’s molded to the shape of your back, and grabs hold of your throat from behind.
You’re being fucked dumb, have no idea what you’re saying. If you’re even saying anything at all. Body tingling everywhere.
“You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” Dominic praises, reveling in how good your pussy sucks him in. How warm and gummy you feel around him. Squeezing him just right.
You’re both intertwined with pleasure, in a conjoined headspace that you hope never ends. You don’t even know how you both got to this point anymore. What you were arguing about in the first place. Just that you want to keep fucking like this, want to always feel him like this.
You start to feel yourself getting lifted off the mattress and then you’re on your knees, Dominic’s front molded to your back. He reaches around and squeezes your right tit, fingers rolling your nipple.
You reach back and grip his hair when he starts leaving messy kisses down the side of your throat.
“Look. Look at yourself while I fuck you.” Dom orders, his voice vibrates through you and it takes all you have to peel your eyes open to see yourself through the mirror.
It’s in the corner of your room, and you can only see the side of you and Dom as he drills into you. Your eyes lock with him through the mirror. He’s already staring at you through his lashes, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His gaze is primal, something wicked and you feel your stomach start to tighten, pussy spazzing around him.
“Oh fuck m’ gonna cum. Gonna cum.” you slur.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He moves down to start rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you arch your back, throwing your head back against his shoulder. A chorus of yes’s.
“Look.” He grunts again, hand moving off your neck to firmly grip your jaw and force your face back to the mirror. You look a fucking mess.
That coil in your tummy tying a knot so tight, you’re not sure you’re ready for it to snap. But you need it too. Need it so fucking bad.
You bring a hand to grip Dom's arm that's resting on your abdomen, toes curled tight.
“Right there, right there!” You squeal, feeling yourself weaken in his hold. Dom feels it too, and pushes you back down into your sheets, his pace harder in the new position. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding your middle half in a slight arch.
“Cum for me, you can do it. Make me cum.” He’s whispering in your ear, “So fuckin’ close, cum with me baby.”
And the pleasure that’s been brewing, thrumming throughout your body, breaks.
You cum hard, Dominic’s name high-pitched and breathless when you reach down to tightly grip the corner of your mattress. Back arched high like a cat.
Your pussy clamps down on Dom, walls spasming around his dick, and it sets him off. His eyes close but lidded open as he drunkenly loses himself in your pussy, chasing his orgasm.
You watch him through your mirror with lidded eyes. Watch as his mouth drops open. Watch as he drops onto you, squeezing you tight when he finally cums. Painting your walls white, and filling you up.
You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. Dom starts to pepper kisses on the side of your face, and you turn your head to catch his lips. It’s slower than the one you shared earlier. Heavy with I’m sorry, and I love you.
You pull away first, watching as a smile takes over his face. The position you’re in is awkward, but you both couldn’t give a fuck right now. You reach around as best you can and brush his hair back from his eyebrow, softly rubbing your thumb over the piercing.
“So, how was clubbing without me? Boring huh?” You grin a shit-eating grin, and Dom rolls his eyes when you start laughing.
Like where do I even startttt ?? 😮💨 The foreplay masked as pettiness, the “you can tell mama” and “you can tell daddy” 🥴🥴 you’re stirring up things that haven’t been stirred in a LONG time and wowww
And Dominic and homegirl was so NASTYYYY like not her tightening his hand around HER neck, not him telling her to watch!! NOT HIM BEING DONE WITH HER ATTITUDE AND FUCKING IT OUT OF HER WHEWEWWW !!! I was kicking, screaming, and doing that smiley tongue bite thing when you reading something good and spicy because WOW I was so excited when I saw this was requested but the way you brought this into fruition is magical !! Thank you once again for sharing your craft, I’ll definitely be coming back to this one for…reasons 🫣
Btw I loveeee that you write him with an eyebrow piercing, that’s sooo sexy to think about 😩
Summary: A smoke session with Dominic reveals more than just his shitty rolling skills -- 18+
Warnings/Content Ahead: no smut, but some ~tension~ and yearning between these lovebirds, drug use (420-friendly, baby!), kissing and more longing and yearning
Please feel free to reblog and share your thoughts -- I'd love to hear what you all think! I love you, let's begin <3
(and don't steal my writing, that's rude)
Word Count: 1.3k
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“You know you don’t have to inhale for that long, right?” Dominic says, barely containing his laugh.
I roll my eyes and hold back the urge to punch him in his sickeningly adorable face.
“Obviously, dingbat. I’ve smoked with you on many occasions,” I retort suppressing a smile and ignoring the look of faux umbrage on his face. “But someone rolled this shit too tightly and now I have to pull for my fucking life to get a hit out of this.”
This is how it usually went between us.
What started out as occasional drop-ins to catch up between our schedules quickly shifted to planned hangouts that resulted in impromptu crashing on the other's couch. Now, I’ll go to his place or he’ll come to mine after a long day and we eat, smoke, and talk until the early hours of the morning.
All of this happens while I try to suppress the longing I feel continually growing and growing for him.
Dominic laughs at my insult before he slides over from his spot against the corner of the couch. He sits close enough for me to feel the heat of his leg press against mine, even through the thick material of my jeans. His scent invades my senses and I have to swallow the urge to wrap myself in it; in him.
I tuck my hand not holding the now-unlit joint under my thigh and tell myself to behave, behave, behave.
He softly takes the joint from my hand and puts it between his lips to relight it. I want to kiss him. Instead, I sit and watch with amusement. “Do you seriously think you’re going to get anything out of that lollipop stick after you just watched me struggle with it?”
He simply looks at me as he takes a drag and blows a cloud of smoke in my face in response. ”Seems fine to me,” he says with a shrug. “Perhaps my joint knows who’s truly worthy of receiving…the high.” His dramatization of the last part makes me giggle, causing him to show grinning teeth in return.
I turn my body to face him, causing my knees to be pressed into his side. “So, are you saying I’m not worthy?”
“No,” He shakes his head as he looks at me. “Not at all.”
The sincerity in his tone catches me off guard. Any witty reply I had was snatched from my mind and all I could do was look at him. Dominic tilts his head back as he considers me, taking another drag from the joint as he does. I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I try my best to hold his gaze but fail as I feel a warmth drape over me at the same rate his eyes do.
“Because you’re interesting to look at,” he simply states. My heart rate increases and I’m at a loss for words. Where is this coming from? He looks as though he’s figured something out that I haven’t yet. After a beat of silence, he nods before he speaks:
“Come here,” he beckons me closer with a wave of his hand.
I raise a brow at his antics. “We’re already next to each other. The weed already getting to you, Fike?”
He licks his lips before he gives me that million-dollar smile. “Funny,” he holds the joint up between us. “I could help you smoke this—if you’d like?”
I look at the joint and up at him; then it clicks. Nodding, I bring my face a little closer to his and watch as he once again pulls from the joint. He takes my chin between his fingers and brings my face closer to his. I knew what was going to happen, but it doesn’t stop my heart from wanting to beat out my chest. This was the closest we’d ever been to each other, and it makes me dizzy.
Our faces are inches apart and I can make out almost every detail on his face. The freckle on the tip of his nose, the way his apple tattoo is showing the early signs of fading, and the way his eyes haven’t left my face since he took another hit of that shitty fucking joint.
Inching closer, he slowly releases the smoke into my already gaping mouth. I close my eyes as I inhale everything he gives me, hoping to breathe traces of him in the process. I pull away to exhale and open my eyes to find him gazing at me; eyes glazed and longing. His fingers, which never moved from my chin, moved to stroke my cheek. Unabashed, I lean into the touch, savoring the feeling of him touching my skin.
“Looks like I’m worthy after all,” I can’t help but laugh at my quip. Dominic joins in with the laughter and lightly traces my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. The air between us has changed, but it doesn’t phase either of us. Not wanting to break the moment, I ask in a soft voice, “Could I get another hit?”
He wastes no time, moving to grab the lighter from next to him and relighting the joint once again; all while I pretend that my skin doesn’t tingle from where his hand once was. The absence of his touch doesn’t last long as he pulls me in again to capture the smoke from his mouth. Our lips brush and my breath stutters.
I forget to inhale. The smoke clouds in between us; I feel his hands caressing my face and mine move to grip his hair. Next thing I know, we’re kissing.
And kissing, and kissing, and kissing.
He opens his mouth for me and I stick my tongue inside of it to taste him, causing him to let out a muffled moan. His flavor pervades me with the weed we smoked and the gummies we shared earlier, making me kiss him harder. I begin to move into his lap until he pulls away abruptly.
“S-shit wait,” he says trying to catch his breath. “Let me put this away.”
I whine as he reaches over to put the joint in the ashtray on the coffee table, not appreciating the lack of contact once again. He turns to me with a smirk. “Can’t get enough of me already?”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t get ahead of yourself, Fike,” I breathe pulling on his shirt.
We’re on each other instantly. He pulls me in so I’m straddling his lap and his hands are wrapped around my waist, keeping us together. My hands go back to tugging on his curls as our lips join again.
He kisses me with a reignited fervor, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth and I moan at the feeling. We inhale each other and become lost in the sensation of our closeness. The soft sounds he lets out between kisses and the friction of our tongues sliding together ignites a fire within me, and I wish to consume him.
After a while, we pull apart to catch our breath; our foreheads resting against the others. I can’t help but wonder where this has left us. I rack my mind to find the words I wished to say to him. Is this for real? I’ve wanted you for so long. My heart glows brighter when I’m around you. I don’t want this to end. Youyouyou.
But he beats me to it.
“I’ve always liked you, you know,” I pull back at his words. He peers at me from beneath his lashes, deep brown eyes staring into mine with unfiltered adoration.
“Really?” I try biting back my smile, but it can’t help but reveal itself.
“Oh doll, couldn’t you tell?” he tightens his hold on my waist and I pray he never lets go.
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` ·. if you’re reading this i hope April is gentle to you. i hope your days get better, easier, brighter, happier & more exciting. be patient with yourself & watch how great things get. sending love, please accept
Listen, if you just wanted a kiss all you had to do was ask!🙄
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a/n: yeah, im spitting these mf's OUT! thank you for this yummy request!:) this is short but fun.
needs to be proof read!
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You don’t obsess.
You’ve never had a One Direction phase. You never had the primal urge to deck your walls with Justin Bieber posters, and you never succumbed to the fanfictions of BTS.
You’re firm on the narrative that obsessing over someone who has no idea who you a complete waste of time. So you never indulged.
So why is it that you’re leaning against a barricade, a sign below your feet with, “Dominic, play your unreleased shit!” written in big sparkly bubble letters.
Pierced tits showing nice and pretty under a fitted white t-shirt you made just for the show.
“Fuck me Dominic Fuck!” ironed on the front. His actual last name printed small and in parentheses under the second fuck.
"You know," Ian, your best friend's boyfriend, begins, giving a playful glance as you slip your phone into your mini purse, "I still can't believe you've succumbed to this."
"Ian's got a point," Tasia chimes in, leaning into him.
"You beat the One Direction phase, but this? This is the one you can’t beat?” She raises an eyebrow.
You roll your eyes.
"Fuck off," You start, uncrossing your arms and sliding your manicured nails into the pockets of your low-rise jeans, "This is perfectly normal, thank you very much. Mind your business"
You jut your hip out, and lean your weight to your right leg.
"Besides, I’d rather this than the Larry allegations.” You stick your tongue out.
Tasia gasps, "You didn't!"
"Oh, she most certainly did," Ian confirms with a nod, stepping out of the way.
Before you can revel in your victory, Tasia launches herself at you, enveloping you in a loose headlock. Laughter fills the air as she swings you around, and soon, the three of you are engrossed in conversation.
Occasionally pestering Ian to snap some photos of you and Tasia as the field begins to fill up.
Amidst the chatter, you lose track of time.
Engaging with a girl behind you who complimented your shirt. You share a laugh with her as you recall having to fight with a 10-year-old for the last pack of sparkly iron-on letters at Michaels.
You’re handing her phone back with your number saved when the lights start to dim, and whip around to Tasia, smiling big.
"Oh my fuck, it's time, it's time!" You squeal, grabbing onto her arm.
Your heart races, pounding against your ribs, as adrenaline courses through your veins.
With the rest of the crowd, you scream at the top of your lungs, cupping your hands around your mouth to amplify the sound.
A single bulb illuminates the stage and outsteps Dominic. Bathed in golden light.
Your breath catches in your throat, and your eyes widen at the sight of him so close. His beauty is simply otherworldly.
Dominic extends his hands in his signature heart gesture as the opening instrumental of "How Much Is Weed" begins to play.
You steal a glance at Tasia, both of you screaming the first few lyrics together before dancing. Shaking your heads, and moving your hands as you rap the lyrics bar for bar.
Completely losing yourselves in the moment.
About 30 minutes into his set, Dominic launches into "7 Hours," your favorite from the album.
Tasia shouts, and it rings with your own, as you both grasp each other's shoulders in anticipation. She knows you’ve been waiting for this one.
"I just wish that you move round me, move round me," Dominic's voice fills the air, wisping goosebumps over your body.
Closing your eyes, you surrender to the pulsating rhythm, slowly spinning in a circle and moving your hips in a way that's usually reserved for after a few tequila shots.
The new friend you made earlier joins in, hyping you up alongside Tasia, while the golden stage lighting envelops you in its warm glow.
It's a sensation you haven't felt in ages, an intoxicating blend of music and friends. You feel comfortable in your skin, like you're hottest at the show, and you poke your ass out just a bit during your last twirl.
As the chorus returns, you throw your hands up in the air and lean against both girls, belting out the lyrics with all your heart while swaying to the beat.
As you open your eyes, momentarily blinded by the lights, a chill runs through you.
You find yourself locking eyes with Dominic, his gaze piercing and intense as he sings. His eyes linger on your face before trailing down to your body, a faint grin tugging at the corners of his lips as if he's reading the words on your shirt.
Just as quickly as the moment began, Dominic diverts his attention back to the crowd.
You try to shake off the idea that he was actually looking at you. There’s no way, you tell yourself; surely, he was just scanning the audience, his eyes drifting past you to someone else in the sea of fans.
But then, he glances over at you again, and again, and another time after that.
It became clear that he was singling you out amidst the sea of faces. His eyes, pools of depth and intensity, seemed to capture you with each lingering glance.
Entire verses passed with your eyes locked in a silent exchange, a language of longing? Desire? You're not sure, but you know you want him to look at anyone else in the crowd like this.
You're in awe by the intensity of his attention. Sooner than you'd like his second segment ends. And the world that was created just for you two shatters.
You let out a breath and try to calm how jittery you feel. Nerves running wild as you get ready to hold up your little sign, and brace yourself for what's to come as Dominic prepares to address the audience.
"There's a girl up here," he laughs, "Who, I swear I locked eyes with for the majority of the set." The crowd erupts into screams.
Glancing over at your best friend, your eyes widen in disbelief. When you turn back toward the stage, Dominic is indeed looking right at you.
"What's your name?" he asks, bending down on the stage and holding his mic out to you.
With your stomach in knots, you manage to speak your name into the mic without stuttering, thanks to the grace of whatever god is out there.
Dominic attempts to repeat your name but ends up completely butchering it. Quickly realizing his mistake, he places the mic back to your lips, clearly hears your name, and pronounces it correctly.
"That's a beautiful name," he grins, "Not as beautiful as you though." The crowd to erupt in cheers once again, and your eyebrows raise.
You're not even sure if you're still breathing at this point. Dominic backs up towards his mic stand and leans on it.
"Her shirt says 'Fuck me Dominic Fuck,'" He announces with a shake of his head, joining in the laughter as the crowd roars along with him.
"I don't know," He drawls out your name, his voice carrying a playful tone as he sways with his mic stand, commanding the stage with effortless charm.
"I'd be down, but at least take me out to dinner first?" He tilts his head with a smirk, sending the fans into a frenzy of "Ooohh"
Tasia curses excitedly, her phone camera poised to capture the entire moment.
Feeling a surge of confidence, you find your voice again and begin shouting something back, prompting Dominic to step forward, thrusting the mic in your direction.
"You're right, I'm sorry. Let's go get French toast after this," You offer. His laughter rings out boyishly and he throws his head back.
It's a sound that makes your stomach flutter, the only sound you ever want to hear.
"I'm not usually like this, I swear," Dominic continues, his movements fluid as he untangles himself from his orange mic cord.
"ButI'mdownmeetmebackstage. okaynextsongletsgo!" He talks so fast that you almost didnt hear, and your mouth drops before you laugh. It's loud, and unfiltered, and you just can't believe your life right now.
Especially when one of the stage crew members hands you a backstage lanyard over the barricade. Your ears ring at the amount of screams that comes from the crowd around you.
For the umpteenth time tonight, Dominic catches your eye, and with a wink, he launches into AntPile.
You blow him kiss, and goofily wink back. You know he saw it.
The way this had me blushinnn and kicking my feet !! My goodness you know how to write a scene and light tension! If I was in homegirl's position, ain't no way I could've spoken an actual structured sentence omggg !! Thank you for once again sharing your craft <333
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