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Sex Not Violence

Dom x Female Reader

Guess who's finally back?!

I started this fic almost a month ago now on May 4th while I was sitting at home reliving my concert experience and still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it happened.

This was inspired by the following prompt from @gothic-chinadoll: I'm gonna ask for a shameless smut, female reader x Dom, they're together, Dom is on tour with his girlfriend for the first, stressed and being a jerk. Traveling in the bus, so smut in the bus (he said he has multiple busses for band, crew and his own, if you would go for that). Back to smut, I want something like powerstrugle, brat Dom being "forced" into submission with handcuffs, faceslaping, Cowgirl, I want it to be messy and want him to struggle to last. Also something about hiding the scratches on his back or lovebites in his neck, since he is in the shirtless era.

Thank you so much for your ask and I really hope this is everything you wanted and more 🖤🖤

Themes: Tour Bus Sex, Dom being a Brat/Jerk, Dom!Reader, Sub!Dom, Switch!Dom, Switch! Reader, Dom!Dom, Powerstruggle, Light Bondage, Implied BDSM dynamics/relationship, Slapping, Denial, Rough Sex.

Don't want to give too much away in the tags, but please let me know if you think something needs to be tagged that isn't.

Word Count: 5.2k

“Dom?”

You get no response.

You watch your boyfriend pace the length of the soundboard for the hundredth time, his hands pulling at his hair as he watches yet another tech run of the song he’s been wanting to add to the setlist.

“STOP! That still ain’t right. The pyros are meant to be timed with the third beat, not the first. How many fookin’ times do I have ta say that?”

Dom pauses, pressing the headphones closer as he listens to the response from on stage. “Then fix the fookin’ timin’, that’s yer bloody job!”

He rips his headphones off and returns to pacing.

“Dom,” you try again. Still, no response.

You glance at your phone. Tech rehearsal was meant to end half an hour ago, and you’d already had to call and push back your lunch reservation. If you didn’t get going soon, you’d have to cancel altogether.

“Dom,” louder this time.

Dom continues to pace, wrapping his arms tighter around himself in the chilly air.

The headphones crackle on the soundboard, and he lunges for them, “Go.”

“Then fookin’ do it. I’m freezin’ me bollocks off out here waitin’ fer ya,” he growls.

Music blares from the massive speakers on stage, and you hold your breath, shivering yourself, wondering whose bright idea it was to book an outdoor gig in May, especially in Michigan.

You watch Dom carefully, seeing his fingers twitch, his foot tapping a fast staccato pace as he watches the stage carefully, his breath visible in the air. You know he’s itching for a cigarette, his ADHD only adding to the urge, but he’s under strict orders from his doctor due to his asthma and the cold.

The first beat drops. No pyro. You find yourself crossing your fingers. Second beat. You’re holding your breath. Third beat. Still nothing.

“FUCK!” Dom yells as the pyros go off seconds later. “AGAIN!”

The music cuts off, and Dom slams the headphones down, “fuck this shit.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter.

You step forward and pluck the lighter from his fingers. “Absolutely not.”

Dom glares at you, the unlit cigarette clenched between his teeth as he reaches for the lighter. “Gimme the fookin’ lighter.”

“No,” you say. “Doctor’s orders, and you know it.”

“I’m freezin’, and I don’t give a fuck, now give me the lighter.”

You pocket the lighter and cross your arms. “I said no.”

“Fine, be that way,” he turns to one of the techs, “I saw ya smokin’ when we got here, ya got a light?”

“Dom!”

You pull the cigarette out of his mouth and snatch the pack away as well.

Dom turns on you, his eyes flashing, but before he can speak, the headphones crackle.

He whips around and picks them up, not even bothering to put them on, just snarling into the mic, “Go.”

Music blares again. First beat. Second beat. The pyros go off.

Dom throws the headphones down and starts towards the stage. You scramble for the headphones. “Let’s take a break and try again in an hour.”

“But-”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your asses out of there before he makes it backstage.”

You drop the headphones and hurry down the stairs after Dom, who is already climbing up on stage.

You catch up to him backstage, “Dom!”

“WHAT?” He spins around, glaring at you. “What the fuck do ya want?”

That freezes you in your tracks, your own temper flaring. “I wanted to warm up over some lunch with my boyfriend, but our reservation was an hour ago.”

Dom throws up his hands. “Clearly, I’m a little busy right now. See if they can move it.”

“I already did,” you say, crossing your arms. “The best they could do was forty-five minutes.”

Dom runs his hands through his hair again, yanking at it. “Look, I’m sorry, but I gotta get this fixed first.”

“No, you need to take a fucking break. Your hands are shaking,” you say, stepping closer and reaching for him.

“My hands are fookin’ shakin’ cuz ya took me cigarettes away!”

“Domino,” you say softly, reaching for him again, taking his cold hands in yours for a moment before he yanks them away.

“Yer not me fookin’ mother.”

“Are you sure? Cause you’re being a fucking child!”

“Fuck off.”

You give him a look and try again, “Look, I know you’re stressed, but-”

“Don’t fookin’ coddle me.”

He turns away from you, but you’ve had enough.

You reach up and grab the collar of his sweatshirt, twisting it tightly around your fist, choking him. “Fine. I won’t. You’re acting like a fucking brat, so I’m going to treat you like one.”

You start to walk away, pulling him with you, “Come on.”

Dom stumbles after you, twisting and pulling at his sweatshirt, trying to get free, “Wut? What’re ya doin’? We’re in the middle of tech; we can’t just leave.”

“I gave everyone an hour break to warm up and eat,” you say, ignoring his struggles, “or in your case, cool the fuck down.”

You step to the side and release Dom, letting him stumble past you, his back hitting the wall you’d dragged him to.

You get right up in his face, hard to do when he’s so much taller, practically stepping on his toes, your finger pointing in his face. “Now, you listen to me, and you listen to me good. We’re going to go back to your bus right now before we both freeze to death. And then I’m gonna teach you what happens when you’re a fucking jerk and get rid of some of that stress. Everything will be perfect for the show; you just need to chill out. You got that?”

Dom nods mutely.

“Good, then let’s go,” you say, grabbing his hand. “God, you’re freezing, Dom.”

You drag him the rest of the way through the venue out to the line of buses and shove him up the stairs into his own.

The initial shock seems to be wearing off, as by the time you shut the door and climb the steps, he’s facing you, a cocky, amused grin on his face as he cages you in on the last step, looking down at you. “Yer cute when yer bossy, ya know. Jus’ wanna pick ya up and put ya in me pocket.”

You glare at him, unimpressed. “Move, Dominic, now.”

“Ooo, Dominic, I’m in trouble now,” he laughs.

You reach up and smack the smirk off his face, causing him to stumble back, his hand rising to his face, in shock more than pain.

“You gonna behave now, slut?”

You see the dawning realisation in his eyes and the following shift in his posture, his gaze dropping to the ground, “Yes, baby.”

You're not fooled by it for a second.

The two of you have been together for some time now, although this is your first time a break in your busy competition and training schedule had allowed you to join him on tour. You’d long since discovered your shared kinks and tendencies. Dom, a switch with dominant tendencies, except on those rare occasions when he got truly lost in his head, something that happened much less now since he’d gotten into boxing. You, a switch with very submissive tendencies, who had discovered the thrill of having a man like Dom at your mercy from time to time.

At home, the rare times you were both there, there wasn’t much need for strict rules or set roles; you had your established limits and safewords, of course, but you preferred to go with the flow, feed off whatever vibes you both were putting off when it came to who was more dominant and who was more submissive.

But, when the chance for you to join Dom on tour in the US came up, you’d felt the need to discuss limits and discreet triggers, surrounded as you would be at all times, and with such a busy tour schedule…and also Dom’s penchant for running off stage and immediately trying to drag you off somewhere to have sex.

“Ya might have ta slap me,” Dom had said, “not where other people can see, but the stress might get ta me. I might not hear ya trigger word.”

You’d given him an incredulous look, “I’m not gonna slap you, no matter how much you like it. Not unless we’re in the middle of a scene or something like that.”

“Jus’ don't say I didn't warn ya.”

You cross the narrow space to Dom and crowd him against the wall, pulling him to you in a deep kiss, your hands roaming the length of his toned body.

Dom scoops you closer, pulling your body more firmly into his, pressing his quickly hardening cock into your stomach, his hands wrapping around your ass, trying to get some friction.

Unimpressed with his antics, you bite down hard on his lip, using the moment to pull his hands off of you and hold them, “And just what makes you think you deserve to touch me right now, hmm? Or that you deserve any kind of,” you lift your knee and rub it against his cock, “friction.”

Dom groans, leaning forward to try to capture your lips in another kiss. You slap him again and then pull his lips back to yours yourself, stumbling back further into the bus, aiming for his bed, dragging him with you, your kisses fierce and demanding.

You finally break apart when your heels connect with the stairs up to the bedroom level, and you both go down in a heap, gasping for air between giggles.

You scramble up first, unwilling to let Dom gain the upper hand and climb up the first few stairs before you realise he isn't following you.

You look down at him and try to stop the smile forming on your lips at the sight of the goofy look on his face. “Well, come on, then,” you urge, “or I'll come back down there and drag you up by your cock.”

“Ooo, someone's feelin’ feisty, eh? What if I wanted to be in control?” He says, getting to his feet and advancing by a step.

“Should've thought about that before you acted like such a jerk.” You say in a sing-song voice, taking another step up.

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“Have it yer way, just don't expect me ta make it easy on ya, love.”

“You never do,” you say, before spinning around and bolting up the last few stairs, throwing the door to his bedroom open, Dom on your heels the entire time.

You turn to face him, just in time for his entire weight to catch your midsection as he tackles you both to the bed, whatever you'd been about to say cut off with a shriek of surprise.

The two of you roll around trying to pin each other, and for a split second, it looks like Dom is going to win and end up on top, but you manage to wrap your thighs around his head, his nose pressing into the fabric of your leggings between your thighs. You lock your legs, pinning him there, inhaling the scent of your arousal.

With a show of strength, he manages to rise up on his knees, lifting you into the air, hanging upside down with your thighs still locked around his neck and head, him now holding them in place as he tries to loosen your grip. You bend further back, your body bowing into a C shape as you reach for his waist, yanking his sweatpants and briefs down in one go, freeing his cock.

His entire body stiffens, his cock throbbing, a gasped curse, muffled by your leggings, turning into a deep moan that vibrates through you as you close your lips around his head.

Dom slowly sinks back onto his knees as you continue to suckle on his head, his grip on your thighs loosening.

You lick the underside, along the sensitive vein there, before planting your hands on his knees and unwrapping your legs from his head and lifting them into the air before smoothly flipping back, landing on your feet, standing near the head of the bed, above him on his knees near the edge, a smirk playing across your lips. “Ready to behave, now?”

Dom is looking up at you with a dazed expression, mouth slightly open, his face and neck flushed and his cock throbbing.

You arch an eyebrow at him, refusing to repeat yourself.

Dom seems to give himself a mental shake, his expression morphing into a pout, “No fair usin’ yer gymnastics trainin’ against me.”

You laugh at the petulance in his voice and slowly straddle his thighs, resting your arms on his toned shoulders, “As if you weren't using every ounce of boxing skill yourself.”

You softly kiss his pouting lips, settling yourself more firmly in his lap, grinding down on his cock before pulling away, lifting your sweater up and over your head, tossing it at him with a laugh, “Come on now, we ain’t got all day.”

Dom hurriedly shucks his sweatpants and briefs the rest of the way off, yanking the matching hoodie off. You’re moving just as quickly, both trying to get naked first and take the upper hand.

In the end, you tie, meeting at the end of the bed, your hands winding into each other’s hair as your lips and bodies crash together.

Dom’s hands quickly drag down your body to your ass, grabbing hold and tugging you closer to him, seeking more direct friction, but you slap his hands away, your lips moving to his neck, scolding him between rough kisses, “No, no, no, naughty boy. Patience.”

Dom growls and puts his hands on your ass again, running his cock through your folds. You stifle a moan by biting, harder than intended, the sensitive spot where his ear and jaw meet, making him hiss and take half a step back.

You jump at the momentary advantage, spinning him around, pushing him down on the bed, face-first, wrapping your hair tie around his wrists and then rolling him over, pinning his bound wrists beneath him as you straddle his chest, breathing hard, but triumphant. “What…did I…say…about patience?”

Dom struggles, wriggling beneath you in vain, trying to get free, but with his legs hanging off the bed and your weight on him, he can't get any leverage.

You return your attention to his neck, marking a trail down one side and then the other, first with your teeth and lips and then soothing over the marks with your tongue.

Dom whines, “Careful, love. Still gotta go on stage tonight.”

You nip him sharply, right in the hollow of his throat, making his whole body jump beneath you, “Good. Everyone will be able to see that you're mine.”

“Love-”

You huff out a sigh as your lips move along the sharp ridge of his collarbone, “Fineeee. I'll try.”

You move lower, swirling your tongue around one nipple and then the other, suckling on them until they're stiff and perky, and Dom is gasping and twitching beneath you, trying to stifle a low whine deep in his throat.

You flash a wicked grin at him, “I bet those'll be extra sensitive now tonight. Especially in the cold.”

Dom groans, jerking and twisting, trying to get free again. “Yer evil, ya know that?”

You shrug, humming noncommittally as you kiss down his abs, enjoying the feeling of the muscles flexing at your touch. “Someone shouldn't have been such a brat then.”

“So ya keep sayin’.”

“Yup,” you say, popping the p, sliding further down, feeling the hot, wet head of his cock brush against your ass.

Dom sucks in a breath at the brief contact, his hips thrusting upwards, seeking more.

You laugh and spin around, facing away from him, so you can continue your path south, your lips mapping the cross tattoo on his hip now, while avoiding where he needs attention the most.

Dom groans at the loss, and the sight; your naked ass is now firmly in his face, your wet folds just barely out of reach. “Fookin’ hell, love, yer practically drippin’, lemme help ya.”

You lean further down and push your hips back, but still keeping out of reach of his mouth. “Nah, I'm good. Unlike you, I can wait.”

You can feel Dom shifting beneath you, lifting his head and shoulders, trying to reach you, being able to smell and see your obvious arousal, but unable to taste you.

“Baby, please.”

You freeze, your eyes slipping shut for a moment, your cunt clenching as your entire body throbs. Dom's plea, so beautiful and needy, almost breaking your resolve.

You exhale slowly, your breath ghosting over his heavy cock where it rests on his stomach, making it throb and fresh precum well up, joining the rest already forming a small puddle.

Dom whimpers. “Please.”

You do it again, savouring every glorious moment of control over this beautiful man, knowing only you get to hear him like this, only you can truly break him like this. “Please what?”

“Please stop teasin’ me. I need ya.”

You close your eyes, pride welling through you, unable to silence a satisfied hum. “That's my good boy.”

You crawl off of him, turning around and leaning up to kiss him deeply, your tongue sweeping into his mouth as he greedily takes anything you'll give him.

You're both panting for breath when you finally separate; even still, Dom lifts his head, trying to recapture your lips.

You deny him and instead crawl between his spread legs, kneeling between his plush thighs, your mouth hovering over his cock again.

You gently wrap your fingers around his throbbing cock and lift it off his stomach, enjoying his low moan, your gaze caught by the string of precum connecting his head to the puddle of his stomach.

Your tongue darts out before you can stop it, breaking that fragile thread and following it down, lapping up some of the puddle from his ribs.

Dom groans, but you're too lost, enjoying the delicious tang, your hand gently stroking up and down his cock while simultaneously holding it out of the way so you can bend your head down and devour every drop.

“Ba-by,” the broken word is a desperate plea followed by a quick hitch of breath as you suck him clean, your tongue swiping along your lips as you lean back.

Dom's cock is sloppy in your now messy hand, throbbing and pulsing constantly, and your mouth drops open slightly as you take in the sight of the rest of him. “Oh.”

Flushed from head to toe except his lips, which have gone white from tension. His thighs tremble on either side of you, his torso is a heaving mass of ink and shining with a sheen of sweat, his eyes have gone almost completely black and hazy with lust, and the patch of skin you'd been consuming is peppered with darker reds and pinks from unintentional marks beginning to form.

“Fuck.”

Dom hisses suddenly, and you realize you'd been unintentionally tightening your hand, now come to rest, on his cock.

You flash him an apologetic smile and gently stroke up and down the length of his cock once before releasing it and crawling up to straddle him, keeping your messy hand lifted in the air.

Dom whimpers at the loss, closer to the edge than you'd initially realized. You lean down and swallow his whimpers with a loving, gentle kiss, allowing him to taste himself on your tongue.

You lift your sticky hand to your mouth and begin to suck each finger clean, one by one, as you stare into Dom's eyes, watching his reaction. At the same time, your hips begin to roll, grinding your clit through the coarse hair just above his cock, the scent of your own arousal sharp in the air as you realize how turned on you are already, just from tasting him and seeing him like this.

Dom groans, smelling you too, “Please, love. Need ta be inside ya so bad.”

You groan, not even trying to hide it, your hips rolling faster, grinding down harder, sparks of pleasure shooting through you. “Yesss.”

Dom struggles, wriggling beneath you, the muscles in his arms flexing as he tries to pull his hands free. “Lemme go then, lemme-”

You cut him off with a breathless chuckle, “And just what makes you think you deserve any control?”

Dom whines, and you silence him with a kiss, “Now, now, none of that.”

You lean back, lifting yourself up and reaching back, positioning yourself over his cock, feeling it throb in your hand, your body clenching in anticipation as you slowly sink back down.

The first press of him is a stretch, like always, his head pushing hot and thick against you until your body finally gives and he's inside you, helped along by how messy you both are, but it's still a slow, burning slide.

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, at the feeling of being full, your knees relaxing to the bed, your hips grinding down for a full roll, adjusting to his size. You tip your head back as your hips begin to move, your hair spilling down behind you, your hands skimming up your body, squeezing your breasts, pulling at your nipples, giving yourself over to pleasure.

Dom groans, struggling again, “wanna touch ya, please, love.”

You open your eyes and look down at him, a wicked grin curling your lips, “too bad.”

You lean down, planting your hands on his chest for stability as you lean down and kiss him deeply, grinding your hips down into him as you do so.

Dom pours everything he can into the kiss, all his desperation, need, and his frustration at not being able to touch you.

You allow him to take this small piece of control from you, your focus turned inward, to the pleasure that tingles through you with every deep grind of your hips, your clit bumping against the ridge of bone as well as the coarse hair at his base, his cock pressing so deep inside of you and filling you up so much you can barely stand it, each rock of your hips causing the head of his cock to brush against a spot that sends a bone-deep pleasure coursing through you.

You continue to ride him like that, grinding down, taking what you want from him, your lips moving from his down to the place where his neck and shoulders meet, burying your face there as your hips begin to jerk, your rhythm lost to pleasure as you reach your edge and then tip over it, muffling your moan against his skin.

Dom groans as your pussy spasms around him, pulsing rhythmically.

“Don't you fucking dare cum,” you gasp out, pushing yourself up enough to start kissing him again, your hips beginning to move again, less grindy now, more rocking, working the entire length of him with your body.

Feeling your edge getting close again, you begin to squeeze your muscles in time with your hips, which are bouncing more than rocking now. The effect on Dom is practically instantaneous, his breath catching, his body going rigid for a moment before his thighs start trembling beneath you. “F-uck.”

You grin, pulling away from his lips to look at his face, a rush of satisfaction joining the pleasure coursing through you as you see the look on his face.

His eyes are squeezed shut, kiss-swollen lips parted, soft little breathy pants escaping them; his thighs continue to tremble and twitch beneath you. “Fuck, love. Ya keep that up, and I'm not gonna last much longer.”

You continue, mercilessly, watching as his teeth sink into his lip as his head begins to jerk back and forth on the pillow, a fresh wave of pleasure flooding through you as you watch him begin to fall apart, because of you. “Fuck. Fuck. Ah. Love. I'm gonna-”

Abruptly, you slide forward, off of his cock, and Dom releases a sob as his impending orgasm disappears.

You're straddling his chest now, panting and twitching yourself, watching as he comes off the edge of his high.

“What the fuck was that for?” Dom's voice is rougher than usual, thready with need.

You lean down and kiss him sweetly. “You needed to be taught a lesson in patience.”

You crawl off of him and gesture for him to sit up and slide forward so his feet are on the ground, then you sit on his lap, noticing the residual shake in his legs and reach around behind him, pulling the hair tie off.

Dom's hands automatically settle on your hips, and you lift your arms, wrapping them around his neck as you lean in to kiss him again. “Did we learn our lesson?”

You can feel Dom's cock, hard and throbbing, hot and wet, pressing against the small of your back, and you're not the slightest bit surprised when he tightens his grip on your hips and flips you over.

You land on your back with him above you, his hands on either side of your head, boxing you in, and before you even have the chance to draw in a breath, he's pushing into you.

You tilt your hips up, welcoming him in as he sets a hard pace, fire flashing in his eyes as he stares down at you.

He's relentless as he pounds into you with a feral ferocity that you're not used to seeing from him. You fucking love it. Every hard thrust causes your body to slide across the sheets, his harsh panting and the sounds of your bodies slapping together fast becoming a chorus that fills the small space, your barely stifled moans and cries adding lyrics to the symphony of your pleasure.

You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him in impossibly deeper, your hips meeting with his for every thrust, your nails digging into the angel wings on his shoulders, your body arching into his, demanding more.

You cry out as Dom finds the spot inside you that makes you see stars. “There we go,” he pants as he hits it again and again. “Not gonna last much longer. Wanna make ya scream fer me. Wanna watch ya cum all over this cock again.”

You're babbling, your nails scrabbling at his back, totally lost to the building pleasure. “Yes. Fuck. Dom. Yes. Please. Yes.”

Dom groans as you both feel your pussy beginning to spasm around him, your thighs twitching, your hips jerking uncontrollably, your entire body a trembling live wire. “That's it, love. Cum fer me. Now.”

That does it. Your entire body seizes up as you cum hard, your eyes rolling back, mouth parted on a silent scream, your nails digging into tattooed flesh as you shatter around him.

You feel Dom pound into you once, twice, and then the hot rhythmic pulsing as he floods you, his face buried in your shoulder, your name on his lips.

Your legs drop from his waist, and he slowly collapses onto you, his weight a familiar comfort as you feel him soften inside you. You stay like that, locked and pressed together, your arms still wrapped around him, his breath hot against your neck; the only sound filling the small room now is of both your panting, the final notes of your shared song.

Your palms skim the muscles of his broad shoulders and back, drowning in the texture of his skin, feeling the rising welts from your nails, the sharp tang of blood joining the scents of sex and sweat and him already filling the space.

Dom lifts his head with a groan, not much, just enough to kiss you gently, both your lips wet and swollen. Your foreheads rest together a moment after before he slowly pulls out of you, a small whimper drawn from your lips at the loss, and then he's flopped on the bed beside you, hissing at the unexpected pain from his back, but opening his arms and pulling you into him all the same.

You lay together now, your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, both a mess of sweat and cum, but neither of you can bring yourselves to care.

From somewhere on the floor, the alarm on your phone starts. You groan and start to sit up. Dom's arm tightens around you. “Don't.”

“At least let me turn the thing off.”

He sighs dramatically, but allows you to crawl to the end of the bed and fish in the pile of discarded clothes until you find and temporarily silence the alarm.

You toss the device on the foot of the bed and then crawl back up to Dom's waiting arms. “Fifteen minutes.”

“What's that?”

“Fifteen minutes and then we have to be back.”

“Fer final sound?”

“No. That's not till 5; it'll only be 3.”

“Then why?”

“You'll have time to take one last crack at getting the pyros the way you want them before they need the setlist finalised and us to clear out so they can get set for final sound.”

Dom's hand stops its lazily stroking of your shoulders and you lift your head to look at him, struck by the expression on his face. “What?”

“I love ya, so fookin’ much.”

“I love you, too, but-”

He silences you with a kiss. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Puttin’ up with me bullshit. Takin’ control when I lost it. Just bein’ yerself. I don't know what I did ta deserve ya, but I'm fookin’ grateful.”

You smile softly, taken aback by his little speech for a moment, unsure of what to say, but then you lean up and kiss him again before replying with the truth, “You loved me.”

Your phone alarm begins to chime again, breaking the moment between you. You pick it up and silence it again. “Ten minutes. We should get dressed.”

You slide off the bed and redress, “I'll go put some tea on and get some bacon sandwiches started.”

Dom slides to the edge of the bed and stretches for a moment before hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap, kissing you.

You take a moment to kiss him back before gently extracting yourself from his arms, “Come on, if you want to have time to fix that song.”

Dom grumbles, but gets to his feet, which is when you catch sight of his back, letting out a sharp gasp before you can stifle it. “Oh.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Get dressed.”

You hurry out, closing the door on your way down the stairs, forgetting about the mirror on the back of it.

“What the fuck?!”

You wince and make a mental note to grab some of your makeup to help him cover up all the scratch and bite marks on his back, shoulders, and torso…that is, if he wanted to cover them.

You consider suggesting he leave his vest on, but you dismiss the thought almost immediately; Dom would rather risk hypothermia than disappoint his fans.

Shaking your head fondly, you start the tea; you have the feeling that it's going to be a long, cold night.

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