Confessions Gone Wild
Dom x Female reader
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This one took me a minute; I wanted it to be perfect and something I felt proud of. Thank you all for reading! Let me know what you think! And as always, requests are open!
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Doing simple tasks should be easy and carefree. Especially if you love someone. But for some reason, you can’t take anything you’re doing seriously. You can’t take away your overthinking every single detail. You feel consumed with perfectionism and self-doubt.
Your best friend is coming home from his longest tour yet tonight, you haven’t seen him for almost a year. You spent all that time wishing he would just come home. Come home and hold you. He always knows how to compliment you, always knows how to calm you down before he leaves for long periods of time. He holds you in your darkest moments, wipes tears from your eyes with a gentle thumb. He kisses your head when you’re anxious and you cuddle every time you two watch a movie. You haven’t had that in a year. You crave it. Ready to have it come back to you.
You guys shared an intimate moment before he left, laying together on his king size bed. Your limbs were intertwined, your faces close together. You two talked about what he was going to get up to on tour. You talked about how much you were going to miss each other. You talked about how much you loved each other. He told you if you needed anything while he was gone, to call him. He was always going to be right there for you. But it was all innocent. It had to be. It was just how your friendship was and how it always had been.
As soon as he left for tour, left you in his bed after cuddling all night, his home and the absence of him felt ghostly. It felt like your energy was left to figure out where to go on its own. His energy consumes you, yet he isn’t yours. You two have been friends for years now and for some reason him leaving always hits you right in the chest. You're used to him telling you he’ll be gone, but your heart weighs heavy constantly afterward.
You always watch videos of him onstage, interviews, interacting with fans. You can’t help but be jealous of all the intimate moments he shares with these people. The times he bartended, the times he falls into the crowd, something you always wish to be a part of. You know the relationship you two share is magnificent and unlike any other bond you’ve had with anyone else. You know the eye contact you share is for you and yours to hold. You know you’re closer to him than anyone else has ever been. But there’s something different about the intimacy you crave from him. You yearn. You yearn for everything about him. You know you’re in love with him and it’s been a continuous sickening feeling in your stomach for years. It’s the burning behind your eyes. It’s the lump in your throat every time he says goodbye.
You know it can never be more and the weight of that truth will stay forever. If something isn’t said at this point though, you know you’ll run away. You’ll try to let the yearning disappear on its own.
Him coming home tonight is your saving grace, even if you don’t want it to be. You can already feel your sinking parts rising to the surface again. You can already feel your broken pieces flooding back together inside of you.
You’re being a perfectionist with the decorations you set up. You bought black and white balloons to match the “Idols” theme he’s had going on for some time now. You got him a black and white cake that says, “Welcome Home.” You already have pizza ingredients to make while you two debrief tour. Something you two have always loved doing together. Another cherished intimacy that makes your heart flutter out of your body.
You decide to facetime your best friend after setting up all of the balloons, setting the cake in the middle of the table along with some cups and Jack Daniel’s. You set the pizza ingredients out, front and center on the kitchen counter.
You also decided to wear your favorite lace black dress, it hugs your body just right. Dom bought it for you at the mall. He insisted after telling you how beautiful you looked in it.
“Beautiful, angel. God, Y/N. You look so fookin’ good in that.” He had said, looking you up and down. It was the first time you ever felt like he eye fucked you, but yo wouldn’t let your mind adventure too deep into the delusion. Friends complement each other. That’s all it was.
You snap yourself out of the daydream when your friend picks up the phone, “Hi!”
“Hey Y/B/F/N! I don’t have a lot of time, Dom’s on his way home. I just wanted to ask you if these decorations look stupid. Or if it’s too much of if I sh-” You frantically say.
“Woah. Calm down. Let me see!” Your friend giggles at you. You two have never spoken about the relationship you and Dom have, but you know your friend has a sneaking suspicion of the love you have for him. She’s seen the way you two are together, the way you two touch and talk to each other.
You flip the camera towards the set up, “Y/N. It’s perfect. What are you overthinking about?” Your friend smiles on the other end, eyes aglow.
“Ugh. I don’t know! I just want it to be perfect. I’ve missed him so much, I want him to know that.” You sigh.
“Listen to me when I tell you I’m SURE he knows you’ve missed him. He’s missed you too. He would know how much you missed him without any of this. Y/N, don’t overthink it. Dom knows you. You know him. HIm coming home is all you really need. That’s the special part, this is just a little extra something. Enjoy him coming home. Don’t be in your head too much.” She winks at you and you both say goodbye.
Your friend is right about the two of you knowing how much you’ve missed each other. The amount of phone calls you shared was infinite. He would call you anytime he was on the tour bus. He would call you sometimes right after a show, his buzz zooming at you through the phone, causing your stomach to fire up. He would call you before he would go to bed some nights, his sleepy voice anchoring yours. He’d call you in the mornings when he’d have time or before he’d go onstage. You two would always end the call with an, “I miss you.” or an “I love you.” It was always known what you two were feeling for each other, even through the phone.
It was your way of feeling steady in his absence. He knew that. He knew the weight of his ghost on you. He knew what you needed to feel normal.
“I’ll be home soon Y/N.” He would always say before a phone call would end, “I love you.” He’d blow a kiss to the screen and you’d blow one back. The blackness of the screen after the call would end leaving a weight in your body. The tears in your eyes begging to be released after holding them in.
A couple of minutes pass after you and your friend hang-up and you hear a key jangling in the door.
Your nerves jump to your heart, your head buzzes.
“Love?” His northern accent peeking around the corner, the echo of his boots coming down on the wood. You muster everything you have to stay in your place by the decorations. Muster everything you have to not run and jump into his arms.
“Angel, are ya here?” You pace yourself, he enters the dining area. His bright energy consumes the entire room, surging through your body.
“Welcome home.” You whisper, tears falling to your cheeks as you see him standing before you. He looks like a god standing before you. He’s wearing a tight, cropped black shirt with long sweats. He has his big black boots on. He has dark roses in his hands, stems wrapped together in a pink ribbon.
“C’mere.” He smirks, gently setting the roses on the table next to him. You run to him, eyes ablaze with tears and jump into his arms. He grabs you by your legs, lifting you so he can hold you by your butt. He hugs you like he’s shoving a missing puzzle piece into its slot. He’s giggling a little bit, “Why ya cryin’ Y/N? I’m here. I’ve got ya, love.” He coddles you in his arms.
You look at him and grab his face in your hands, kissing his cheek. “God. I fucking missed you so much! Holy shit!” You choke, getting down from his grip.
He grabs the flowers, handing them to you, “These. Are fer you.” He smiles, he kisses the top of your head. You take them and he wipes away your tears with both his thumbs, “I missed ya more.”
“These are so beautiful. Thank you, Dom. I love them.”
You guide him towards the table, “Welcome back. I set this all up for you.”
He smiles, a big tooty grin, “Ya did this all fer me? That cake looks fookin’ spectacular. Stuff to make some pizzas? And that fookin’ dress. Looks so fookin’ gorgeous on you.” He pulls you in for another hug, planting another burning kiss on your forehead.
“I’m so glad you’re home!” You smile, letting the compliment dissipate into the charged air.
“Me too. Let’s put these in a vase, yeah? Don’t want ‘em gettin’ withered now do we?” He grabs a small vase from the counter, filling it with water. He grabs the flowers from your grip, brushing your fingertips with his. He sets the flowers into it, “Gorgeous flowers for a gorgeous girl.” He looks you deep in your eyes, it makes you blush. A heat burns through your core, but you shove it down.
You smile as he sets the flowers down in the middle of the table, “Perfect.” He grins.
You walk over to the table and pour both of you a glass of Jack Daniel’s, “Cheers to the Idols tour!” You exclaim, handing him his glass. You clink glasses together and take a sip. It feels warm in your body, heating you up even more from the inside. It calms your nerves, relaxes your shoulders a little bit.
“Let’s make these pizzas, love. I’m starvin’.” Dom grabs your hand lightly, bringing you over to the counter. His touch feels like a comfort you’ve been missing.
“Feels so weird to be home,” He starts, taking another sip from his glass, “Tour was crazy. It was beautiful, connectin’ with everyone. Lovin’ on all my fans. Cuties they all are. Felt like I was fookin’ flyin’ fer days. Still does a little. Y’know me, I don’t know how to settle down. I don’t know what to do with all the noise left over in me head and the silence when I’m not doin’ it anymore.”
He struggles to calm down and be home. You’ve always known this and have witnessed it for the years you’ve been friends. He’s told you before and others that it feels like a drug he could get addicted to. He tries to put his mind on other things, but it’s still hard to get him to come out of it.
“I’m glad you were here when I got home. I wasn’t sure if ya were. Feels nice to not be alone with my thoughts. With nothin’.” He plants yet another kiss on the top of your head, opening all of the pizza ingredients, setting things in front of you.
“I’ll always be here, Dom.” You gently say, taking a sip of your drink.
It’s the truth. You will always be there when he needs you. You will always be there when he feels lost, even if you don’t know where he needs to go. You will always be there when his heart is broken, never understanding how someone could hurt him. You will always be there to catch him when he falls, even if you’re barely standing on your own two feet. You know he will always continue to do the same for you.
“Yer an angel y’know. Seein’ you always makes me feel like I’m worth somethin’.” He breaks the silence, his confession hanging in the air.
You stop looking at the ingredients set before you, looking up at him. His eyes are bright and full of love. They are full of a truth that searches for safety in your eyes. The green hues set your stomach on fire. You go back to cutting your pizza toppings, the eye contact becoming too much. You look away before the eye contact pulls you forward to your own confessions, “Dom-” You start.
“No, love. Seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without ya most days. You’re truly my anchor. You mean the fookin’ world to me. I can’t thank you enough for this connection we have. You bring me back to my feet when I feel like I’m spinnin’ out of control. The way you know how to jus take care of me. It’s somethin’ I miss everytime I’m gone. It’s like I need ya.” His eyes burn you with truth. You look into him again, knowing this is a real truth that he’s needed to release.
You know him being gone is always hard, he always puts himself last. He carries so much weight for the people around him. He never sleeps. The amount of phone calls you two shared in different time zones, “It’s 4AM and I haven’t slept a wink.” Is a sentence you have engrained in your brain with the tired rasp of his voice. Some days you’d miss calls. Asleep, dreaming of him. You’d wake to an ache in your chest and a voicemail left for you.
His voicemails are usually conversations he has with himself, just knowing you’d be listening on the other side when you woke up filling him with comfort.
“It’s like yer listenin’ to me. I hope yer sleepin’ well love. Save some beautiful dreams fer me.” He’d said in a voicemail. There was a desperation in his tone when he said the word ‘dream’.
You shake yourself out of the thoughts, out of the feel of him, “Oh. Fuck.” While listening to him speak, while letting your mind wander to the intimacies you two shared, you cut your finger with the knife you were using.
“Baby-Oh, love. Fuck. C’mere.” Dom’s eyes flash with protection, his movements are charged with urgency. He grabs your arm gently and leads you towards the sink, “Put yer hand under the water, love. Fook.”
You wince in pain as Dom turns on the sink, cold water splashing onto your bleeding finger. You look up from your hand, Dom is anxiously biting his plump bottom lip. He’s holding your hand steady under the water, caressing it with his calloused thumb.
“Ya’lright babe? Let me go get ya some bandages.” He leaves the room with a hurried step.
His absence leaves you spinning. The pain of your finger, the confidentiality of his words leaving a heavy sting in the air, being together again after a long time, your own admissions waiting for you at the tip of your tongue. Everything is causing your hands to shake. You let yourself sink down to the ground, sliding against the cabinet doors, tears stinging your eyes.
You’re overwhelmed with sensations, unsure of which one to acknowledge first…unsure if you can acknowledge the biggest cloud above you, biting at your throat to be let out.
Dom comes back into the kitchen, he sees you on the ground. Tears have finally reached your cheeks.
His eyebrows furrow, a wave of concern flashing over his gentle face, “Hey. Hey. It’s okay, love. Don’t cry. I got this fer ya, c’mere.” He tries to pull you up off the floor, but you pull away.
Your feelings are becoming too much with his truths just hanging in the air. You feel anxious and scared. Scared of the storm brewing in your body.
“Don’t. Dom. I-”
Dom’s face hardens, the sharpness of his jaw could cut you somewhere else, “What’s goin’? He sits in front of you on the wooden floors, crossing his legs together, “Did I do somethin’?”
Your hands shake, tears coming faster, your breaths become shorter, ‘I-I-just-”
Dom takes your shaking hands in his, “Hey. Breathe.” His voice is calm.
You take a deep breath and look into his eyes. The swirl of greens ground you.
“Let me wrap ya finger up. Then ya can tell me what’s goin’ on.”
You place a trembling hand in his, he smirks a little, “I’m here, baby. It’s all okay.”
You watch him carefully tend to your wound. He touches you with mindful attention. He holds you gently where he needs to. His hands are tough, calloused reminders of his passions, but the gentleness of his grip, is a reminder of the tender person he is.
He brings your wrapped finger to his full lips, gently placing a kiss onto it, “Feel okay?”
You nod and he helps you up off the floor and leads you into the living room. He sits close to you on the dark, leather couch. Your knees touch and a fire courses through your veins. Your stomach aches with truths your soul wants to release.
You keep your eyes fixed on your hurt hand. You’re unable to look at him. He hasn’t stopped staring at you all night.
“Look at me.” His voice is commanding, “Y/N/.” Your name is a soft whisper in his throat.
You turn towards him, his gaze soft. His energy is a bubble surrounding you. His eyes feel like they’re resting on your soul, caressing the parts of you that are buried deep within. You can tell he’s ready to listen to you.
Your eyes sting again, the lump in your throat forming into something bigger.
“Love, talk to me. What’s goin’ on? Hmm?” He catches a tear with a finger swiping across your cheek.
“I just-” You start, words are swirling around your head. Dom leans closer to you, locking his eyes onto yours.
You take a deep breath, “I sometimes feel like this is too much. Lately I’ve missed you so much. Sometimes I think I miss you more than a friend. I’ve had so much time to think about this while you’ve been gone, Dom. I think about you so much. I miss your touch, the way we are together is just…something special. I feel a fire inside of me every time we are together and it’s gotten to the point where it’s scorching. I can’t just..ignore it anymore. You confess all these feelings to me, telling me I make you feel normal. What if I told you that you make ME feel normal. That the way you touch me brings me back to earth. That your eyes anchor me when I’m floating. Your voice calms me. I cringe every time I miss a phone call while you’re away.” The veracity in your voice takes over your entire being.
“Y/N..” Dom starts, but you don’t let him finish.
‘I love you Dom. I love you so much it’s fucking hurting me from the inside and I can’t just pretend that the love I have for you is..innocent. I can barely even function when you’re not here. I don’t know. If I’ve ruined this then I guess I just have to live with that. I guess I just have to miss you forever. I guess I have to let the ache leave on its own. But I can’t just sit back anymore acting like these feelings aren’t there anymore.
Your tears come faster and your eyes are blurring. You get up off of the couch, your body filled with thunder. Dom tries to grab your wrist, “Y/N.”
You move away, hurriedly walking towards the front door. You grab your boots, trying to put them on.
Dom quickly approaches you, “Hey! Hey.” He yells at you.
You aren’t listening to him, your mind has become a gray void. Your tears are burning your cheeks. Your movements are charged with the ferocious need to leave. You feel your bones cracking, your heart begging to be let out of your chest.
“Y/N! What’re ya doin’?” The urgency in Dom’s tone doesn’t bring you back to the surface.
You grab the doorknob, the glimmer of the moonlight hitting your hand as you begin to turn it. You open the door a crack, the truths in the air being sucked out into the night.
“Y/N. Stop. Stop!” Dom grabs your arm tight. Your hand falls from the doorknob and a choked sob escapes your throat. You fall to your knees and Dom falls with you, closing the door. He keeps you upright in his arms.
You turn into his warm body, his strong arms holding you tightly. He isn’t letting you escape, even if you tried.
Your tears soak his shirt and your mind is racing with the thoughts of destroying your connection.
“Hey.” Dom whispers, tilting your head up with a gentle finger. Your eyes meet his, this time something has shifted in his eyes. There’s a tenderness in them, the green is somehow a softer shade. His jaw is settled strong and his lips are taught. His face is stern, yet gentle. The mystery of his energy flowing through his features.
He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes, “Beautiful.” He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead and then he hesitantly leans into you. You feel his breath closing in on your lips.
You’re frozen in place, staring at him, “Dom. If I have messed it all up let me just lea-”
“Shh.” He kisses you on your parted lips. The kiss is gentle and his lips are the softest thing you’ve ever felt. They feel like heaven against yours, he tastes like cigarettes and something so Dom you can’t even explain it. Your stomach swarms with butterflies that have been lit on fire. The swarm flies all around your body and it takes away the thunderous waves of emotion, replacing it with euphoria.
Your heart is beating out of your chest and you wonder if he can hear it.
He pulls away from your lips, the two of you creating a mixed energy. The air feels electric.
Dom bites his lip, “Y/N, ya didn’t ruin anythin’. I shoul’ve seen it from the beginnin’. I felt it. I fekt somethin’ in me fuckin’ veins as we got closer. Over the years it’s jus’ been buildin’ fer me too. I didn’t know what to do with it. I thought I couldn’t keep doin’ this. But I also knew I couldn’t leave ya. I just… when’d ya know?” His accent is sharp and firm.
You pull away to get a better look at him. You cross your legs and look at him intensely. His kiss lingers on your lips, the taste of him sticking to your mouth.
You sigh, tracing your lips with your fingers, “I’ve known for a long time, Dom. I didn’t know what to do with my feelings either. I think… I think today they’ve just come up more than usual, seeing you again after so long. Touching you again. Having so much time to think like I said earlier.
“I think I’ve felt it from ya for a while. I’m just stupid. I think I tried to ignore it. Ya’know me, I pick music over everythin’. I put me career first a lot of the time. I don’t let myself think about n’y of this stuff. It kinda just sits there until I can’t run away from it anymore. Maybe today your feelings caught up to mine, ready to make them known. Ready to be fookin’ let out. Tellin’ me I can’t hide foreva.”
You stifle a laugh at how self aware he is. It’s always been something you admire and yet something that scares you.
“I feel like music can only take so much of what I’m feelin’ and swirl it all into stupid metaphors. Put it into deeper, more complicated feelin’s. It’s easier to do that than…” He trails off, a slight blush forms on his cheekbones. He turns to look at the floor.
“Than what?” You inquire, grabbing his jaw lightly, facing him towards you.
He grabs your wrist, caressing it gently. He takes a deep breath in and looks at you with his piercing eyes, “Than tellin’ ya I love ya too.”
The room softens and the moonlight begins to shimmer into the dark entry way. The lighting hits his eyes perfectly, capturing the softness of the moment. Capturing the softness of all of his sharp features. You can see that there’s a glimmer of tears in his eyes. He takes another deep breath and his voice shakes, “I just- I don’t know n’one who knows me like ya do. I thought it was just somethin’ we shared at first. I thought it was somethin’ I could just turn into a song or bloody shove it away. But it was somethin’ on my mind every fookin’ night. Every time I was onstage, everytime I’d be tryin’ to have an intimate moment with someone, it was always fookin’ you Y/N. Always you in the back of me ‘ead. Your energy always standin’ near me even if ya weren’t physically there. Lookin’ in yer eyes tonight, seein’ how fookin’ sexy you are in that dress again, confessin’ everythin’. That’s fookin’ bigger than just someone seein’ ya deeply fer who ya are.”
You smile at him softly, a single tear falls onto his cheek and you catch it with your thumb. You pull him in for a kiss. This time the kiss is deeper, you explore each other's mouths, the taste of confession and love mixing together. Your chest flares, your stomach flips, your body is filled with sensations you didn’t know could be felt.
You’ve waited for this moment for so long, your body is erupting with emotion. It went exactly how you hoped, gentle. Nothing is ruined, if anything, things feel better than they were. No more tension in your body, no more longing desires. You finish the kiss, noticing that the lump in your throat is finally gone. Your shoulders feel relaxed and the ache in your bones has disappeared, replaced with a tenderness you didn’t think existed.
“I’m gonna spend time makin’ sure this fookin’ works, Y/N. No more hidin’ from our feelin’s. No more runnin’. I fookin’ love ya. I fookin’ need ya. God. Yer so fookin…perfect.” Dom bites his pillowy lip.
“I love you too, Dom. So fucking much.” The truth rolls off your tongue easier now, the air lighter.
“Can I-” Dom starts, clearing his throat, “Can I take ya upstairs? There’s been somethin’ I’ve wanted to do fer a long time now.” He stifles a nervous laugh.
You grin, a heat rising to your face. You’re glad it’s dark in here and he can’t see the flush in your cheeks. You nod your head and he stands up, extending out his hand to help you off the floor.
You get up and he pulls you close to him, the electricity surging between both of your chests making you feel woozy. You look at him, his moonlit eyes looking into yours, “C’mere, love.” He hoists you up, carrying you. He tucks his hands under your ass and you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into him. He smells sweet and the lingering smell of Jack Daniel’s hits your nose.
You begin to kiss his neck as he walks up the stairs. He moans, “Fook, Y/N. What are ya doin’ to me?”
You giggle into his neck and he gently places you onto his bed, your dress riding up your legs, “Sexy thing you.” He smirks, getting on top of you. He places his hands on your exposed thighs, snaking his way up to the tiny string of your thong, wasting no time.
“You’ve always had the softest fookin’ skin.” His voice is gentle. He pulls the string of your underwear down your legs, biting his lip.
He looks up at you, searching your eyes, “This still okay?”
You nod, “More than okay. I promise.”
He slips your thong all the way off, throwing it onto the floor, “Good.”
He plants kisses on the tops of your thighs to start, leading towards the inside of them. His lips feel electric and soft. You let out a tiny moan as he gently nips at your sensitive skin.
“Mmm.” He smirks, “Love gettin’ to know what yer body likes.”
He continues with kisses all the way up your legs, stopping right before he gets to the spot where you’re aching the most.
He glides his fingers towards the lace hem of your dress, “I kinda always wanted to rip this thing off of ya.”
You laugh, “Good thing it’s your money then.”
He slides your dress up, revealing you. The sweet air hits your slick, aching pussy.
He positions himself right over you, biting his lip. He wastes no time and places his hot tongue on your clit, “Fook. Love. So wet fer me already.”
You moan and clutch at his dark hair, “Dom.”
He moves his tongue all over you, every spot he hits making your brain feel like a euphoria. Your hips thrust into him at the pleasure.
“Oh. My love. You taste so fookin’ sweet. Taste like heaven.” He gives your slit a few more licks, then gently sucks on your throbbing clit.
“Oh FUCK! DOM! Dom.” You bite your lip, tugging at his hair.
“Yeah, baby? Tell me how good my tongue feels. Tell me how bad you’ve wanted this.” He commands, his voice remains tender.
“It feels so good, Dom. God. You know my insides already so well. God, I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you deep inside of me. Please.” Your mind is racing, your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Your pussy is dripping, you can feel it on the sheets underneath you.
“Is that what you want, my girl? Ya want me to make love to ya? Hmm?” He gets up off of you, swiftly taking off his t shirt.
His body is beautiful. You’ve seen it so many times, but this time it’s yours to have. His tattoos are a pulsing black, jumping right off of his beautiful skin. He then takes off his pants, revealing his cock pressed up against his underwear.
“You’re such an angel.” You mutter, worshipping him with your eyes.
“Mm” He blushes.
He kicks off his underwear, his cock exposed. You’ve never seen him like this before, so full. His coarse pubic hair shining in the light coming in from his bedroom window. His cock pulsing in your direction like it knows what it wants.
He gets back on top of you and lifts your dress all the way up off of you. You’re exposed to him now and the thought makes you shudder a little. You cover up your tits with your arms.
“Hey. None of that, beautiful. Let me see ya.” He gently pushes your arms away from your breasts.
You swear you see his pupils grow larger, the pulse of his cock brushing the bottom of your stomach, “Fuckin’ hell.” A feral tone in his voice.
He grabs at both of your tits and glides a thumb over your already hardened nipples. He pinches them just right, “Dom.”
He bites his lip, “God, I love seein’ you this way. I love the way you moan my name.”
He positions himself outside of your opening, you’ve craved this moment for such a long time.
“I need you.” You whimper.
He doesn’t hesitate. He pushes himself inside of you, the heat of the stretch painful and pleasureful all at once.
Your pussy clenches around him and he moans, “Oh. Fuck, Y/N.” He pulls out of you a little bit then heavily thrusts himself back inside of you. He continues to thrust, your bodies slapping together gently.
“Mmm. You’re so big, Dom. So fuckin’ handsome like this.”
He grabs your hips with a gentle force, his fingernails dig into your skin. He’s using you to thrust harder, yet he’s still so careful.
He plants hurried kisses all over your neck, nipping at your skin. He sucks on your collarbone, surely leaving marks wherever he goes.
“Mine. All fookin’ mine. This sexy, angelic body is all fer me. I fookin’ own you. Tell me. Tell me yer mine. Tell me you’ve wanted this.”
You run your hands all along his sides, paying attention to the spots your hands glide over that make him squirm or thrust harder, “All yours. Always. I’ve dreamed of you. I’ve dreamed of this skin pressed up against mine. I’ve dreamed of those full lips of yours all over my body. I’ve dreamed of this big cock inside of me, pleasuring me with such ease. Dom, tell me what you’ve imagined.”
He thrusts into you harder, digging his nails deeper. His grip is so strong, “Fook. Feels like I know yer body so well already. I wish I would’ve just confessed earlier, the daydreamin’ was gettin’ to be too much. I always thought about how wet you’d be, how tight you’d be. Mmm. The day we were buyin’ that dress ya wore tonight, I swear I could’ve ripped it off of ya in the store. I could’ve taken you right there in the dressin’ room. I always think you look beautiful, but havin’ ya right under me like this and takin’ me like such a good girl, you look like a fookin’ angel.”
He flips your bodies over, so you’re on top of him now. His skin looks so perfect, his muscles tense up, revealing his strong torso and abs more now. He places his arms underneath his head, biceps flexing. His hair falls right behind him, extra strands falling into his face. His eyes are filled with lust, hunger, something you’ve never seen before, but you’re happy to be on the receiving end. You trace your hands all over his body, gripping at his biceps. He lifts his chin up with a moan, “God. Love when ya touch me.”
You kiss him on his neck, you feel goosebumps rise to his skin. You nip at his ear and moan into his ear, “Dom.” He grabs at your hips and helps you bounce on his cock. Your pussy is dripping all over him, opening and stretching more and more.
“I’m all the way inside of ya. You’re takin’ every inch of me. Good, perfect girl.”
His cock fills you in a way you didn’t know you needed. Having him so deep inside of you physically is sending euphoria through your brain. You’ve always felt him under your skin, underneath your soul. This feels different inside of you. It feels like an answered prayer, a coming home.
“You feel so fucking good. You stretch me so good. You’re doing such a good job, handsome boy.”
He blushes, the praise is something he’s always loved.
You grab his hands and pin them to the bed, meeting his eyes, “I want you to make me cum. I want to feel my deepest secrets drip out of me onto you. I want my deepest self to seep onto you and I want you to cum inside of me. I want to feel your pulse. I want you to empty your feelings into me. I want you to cum inside of me so hard, the noise leaves your brain.”
“Dirty girl. Gonna make me cum talkin’ to me like that.” He flips you and grabs a handful of your hair, pushing himself back inside of you.
“Yeah? You want me to see what you’re insides feel like hmm? Cum for me. Let go fer me. Let me feel you.” He thrusts hard, pulling your hair.
“Fuck. Yeah just like that, baby.”
“You’re gonna cum fer me. Your moans are gonna take away all my noise. The only buzz in me head will be from you.”
He lets your hair go and wraps his hand around your throat, “Cum fer me dirty angel. Don’t hold it in.”
Your mind buzzes and your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you, the hand on your throat sending a wave of pleasure into you. He doesn’t let you go, he doesn’t release you. He thrusts into you faster, guiding you through your release, “Fuck. Drippin’ all over me, Y/N. Feels so good. Feels so fookin’ good. Feels like fookin’ eaven.”
He turns you around, taking his cock out of you. The absence of it causes a pulsing ache inside of you. He looks feral. His pupils are huge, his lips are plumper than ever. His hair is perfectly stuck to his forehead. Your cum is all over him and he takes a finger and swipes it over your mess. He tastes you, moaning, “Takin’ all this pain from ya my girl. Ya taste so fookin’ sweet.”
He thrusts back into you.
“Mmmmm DOMINIC!” You yell, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you. You feel so sensitive, it’s almost too much.
He pushes into you further, the sound of his full name sending a power through him. It sends something animalistic through him.
“Usin’ me full name like that’s gonna get ya into trouble my love. Don’t start that now.” He smirks, biting his lip.
“Cum for me, Dominic. Release the noise. Release it all
Release it all, baby. Relax.”
He plunges into you harder and you feel him pulse inside of you, “God. Y/N. I’m comin’. MM fuck. FUCK. GOD DAMN.” His face softens, his cum is dripping quickly out of you. It seems to be a lot of it, it’s soaking the sheets more underneath you. The wetness is a mix of both of your confessions coming to life.
He pulls out of you, your pussy twinges at the loss of him.
“Fuckin’ hell, love. Whoa.” He lays down next to you, “I feel like I can fookin’ relax. What’d ya do to me?” You feel his tension go away, his shoulder sinking into the mattress.
You kiss him on the arm, then on the cheek, feeling his warmness below you still, “I’m so in love with you.”
“I know, love. I’m in love with ya too. I’m gonna do everythin’ to make this work. I need ya. I need ya like fookin’ air and water.”
You nestle into his arms and he holds you tightly. The air is filled with truth, sex, the musk of you two together. You relax into him and breathe the longest breath you have in a while, the tension leaving your body again. You feel safe. You feel taken care of. You feel like this is where you belong.
You hear his breaths slow down and look up at him. His face is gentle; the feral animal is gone. It's replaced with something you haven't seen in him in such a long time. He's asleep and frail. He's asleep. His face is delicate all of his hard features mellowed out.
You hope his dream is beautiful, just like he is. Just like he deserves and wishes for.
