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dominic fike x reader
warning(s): smutty smut smutt yo, try at some plot yet again, lil long and all that…this filthy yall
a/n: 12/3/25- i just edited the hell outta this... i be so scared to properly use em dashes cause i don't want y'all to think this AI LMAO. IT's not I swear.
enjoy, thanks to this 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. Pressed so close, your body rises and falls in sync with his breaths.
He lies back against your headboard, pink blankets, and furry throw pillows around the two of you as he trails his hands up your quivering thighs.
Your canopy, a sheer pink fabric, floats above your bed and does little to hide the two of you.
His warm palm contrasts with the chill of the silver rings fitted on his fingers, making you jolt when they caress your inner thigh. His hand nearly covers it entirely.
He’s fully dressed.
A well-worn leather jacket, its surface scuffed and rough with time, hangs open over an oversized hoodie; its metal-tipped drawstrings are ice on your shoulder blades. And jeans, big and bunched. The fabric rough under the smooth of your legs.
You want them off, want him skin to skin with you, but you don’t have much of a say right now.
The build-up to this wasn’t ideal; there was a lot of pent-up frustration. A lot of unmet wants and needs.
He’d asked you to come with him to his YSL after-party.
He’d just finished shooting his campaign for them, and it was released to the public yesterday evening.
As you expected, it’s doing numbers. Every TikTok, tweet, reel, you came across had his face littered somewhere in the piece of media.
When your boyfriend’s hair begins curling at the neck, it’s already a trending topic. Throw in glasses, silver grills, and his tattoos through a white tank, and everyone is suddenly in heat.
Yourself included.
Usually, you'd be ready to transform yourself into his arm candy for the night, the touch of his hand lingering firm on your lower back as you walk into the expensive club with him.
Your arms wrapped tight around one of his, to proudly show what’s yours.
But it’s your best friend's birthday.
You'd promised weeks ago to go clubbing with her and some friends tonight, before you’d known about the after-party.
The thought of letting her down felt equal to seeing the frown that started creasing your boyfriend's forehead.
A tense silence stretched between the two of you.
"You're going out with them? Again?" his voice was flat, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone. He hasn’t been liking your friends lately.
Kissing his teeth when you mention getting brunch with the Cat and the girls, and rolling his eyes when you bring up your male bestie, JJ.
It’s new, something you’ve picked up on this month alone, but it’s enough of a pattern to make your face screw up. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.
"It's Cat’s birthday, Dom.” You jutted your hip out and leaned your weight to your right leg. "I promised her and the group weeks ago."
"This is the third time this month you’ve blown me off," he countered, arms thrown up wildly.
"It's a big night for me, and you said you’d be there.” his voice trailed off, and you lowered your defenses. Because this was the third time this month, things hadn’t aligned as they should have.
Each one was a result of poor planning and conflicting schedules.
A part of you understood, a nagging guilt prickling at your conscience. You did say you were going, but that was before you realized it was on the same Saturday as Cat’s party.
If you’d mentioned her birthday earlier, this could have been avoided. But you also had a life, commitments outside of your boyfriend's hectic schedule that you couldn't break at the last minute, even if you were a bit in the wrong.
Silence hovered again; his aggravation was pliable. Eyebrows furrowed, teeth biting firm into his cheek. You didn't have time for this right now.
“I’m gonna shower, we’ll talk about this when I get out. Okay?” You reached out for his hand to leave a reassuring squeeze, a quick kiss on his cheek, but he stepped away.
Bluntly ignoring your touch, he curled himself inward. Ouch.
His reaction wouldn’t have been so vile if it weren’t for the fact that you two haven’t spent proper time with each other since early last month. Both of you too busy. Too tired.
The last time you had sex was around that time, and it was rushed, uncoordinated, and unfulfilling.
You missed intimacy with him. You missed throwing your legs into his lap as he massaged your feet, idly talking about his day as the soundtrack of whatever video game he’d been playing loops in the background.
You missed hushed kisses and sweet nothings pressed to your skin under the covers, as you two joke at the cheesiness of it all—pure unfiltered love.
You miss Dominic. You miss your boyfriend.
You came out of the bathroom to an empty apartment, and before anger started to simmer in your throat, sadness hit first. Deep and sorrowful, and it spread throughout your chest.
No goodbye. No, I love you. You can’t remember the last time you heard that.
Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. Now wasn't the time for that. Tonight was about Cat.
Not you, and definitely not your pissy boyfriend. You wouldn't let him ruin her night.
Glancing at your phone, you switched it off, cutting out all possible contact with Dom. Letting silence and your disconnect speak for you.
Fuck him. And you hope he got the message.
He did.
Swaying slightly, you walked back into your apartment. The gems stitched into your tight short shorts glimmered in the warped light of the city’s skyline, bleeding in through your living room windows.
They’re your skimpiest pair, usually earning a cheeky ass grab from Dominic.
You’d only worn them once, and it was to his after-party, after playing at Coachella.
You promised him that you'd only wear them when going out with him after he caught wind of the unashamed stares and all the paid-for Sex on the Beaches you received.
Not one to be jealous, Dominic quickly realized that he could be a bit possessive when provoked. And provoked he was.
Which is why he clenched his jaw and rolled his shoulders back when he saw you saunter in at two am in those same shorts, clumsily 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, pulling out your phone to snap a few pics.
Your mascara and eyeliner a little smudged, and the glitter eyeshadow you'd swiped from Cat’s makeup bag had migrated into tiny, shimmering stars under your eyes.
You looked hot, like you walked right out of one of your boyfriend's sex dreams.
Your eyes were red and lidded. A remnant of the blunt you and your friends had hotboxed JJ’s car with before he dropped you off first.
Combined with the tequila shots you threw back, you were pleasantly cross-faded. Ready for your bed, the comfort of your pajamas, and maybe ordering from your favorite taco spot that’s open for another two hours.
Sighing, you turned towards the living room, and your playful smile vanished the moment your eyes met Dominic’s sprawled form on the couch.
Oh, right, he also has the keys to your apartment.
Your cross fade left your limbs light, almost detached, and the edges of the room vignette. Dominic is in the center of it.
Your argument replayed in your mind, a sour note against your buzz.
He sat with his hands clasped loosely in his lap, long legs sprawled, his posture slouched.
His gaze roamed your body, lingering a second too long on your nipples poking through your off-the-shoulder top, before flicking back up to your eyes. Jaw so clenched you pray he doesn’t break it.
Or maybe you do.
With an off-balanced 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’s high too, pupils dilated and glassy.
Agitation rolled off him in waves, and that only fueled your ego. A twisted knot of pleasure grew in your chest, knowing you were the reason for it.
Grinning, you straddled him on the couch. The smell of marijuana clung strongly to him, mixing a little too well with his YSL cologne, courtesy of the recent campaign.
Dominic looked up, staring you down despite being under you. Subconsciously, he moved his hands from his lap so you could comfortably sit.
You felt his body tense.
“Aw, you look upset, baby.” You tilted your head to the side and raked your acrylics through his hair, sweeping it back. His eyebrow piercing glinted when his head was knocked to the side under the aggression of your hand, glasses slipping down his nose.
The saccharine that dripped from your voice was enough to curdle milk.
"What’s wrong? You can tell me," you cooed, nodding with mock concern.
Dominic's eyes narrowed, a flicker of warning in them before he let out a humorless laugh, swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, and turned away from your face.
His leg began to bounce.
You weren't sure where this brattiness of yours came from, but you were getting under his skin, and that was enough to keep you going.
You had every right to act this way.
Before he could pull away, your hand tightened around the fistful of his hair and yanked him back to face you.
"Oh, I think I know, is Dommy mad that I turned my phone off?" Your childish facade was at odds with the knowing look on your face.
You turned your phone back on while on the way home. The string of missed calls, texts, and slurred voicemails from him all filtered in the second your phone lit up.
The laugh you let out was evil, smug as you and Cat mocked through them in the backseat.
"Yeah, that's what it is, isn't it? Or is it because I wore your favorite little shorts without you?”
You pulled his head back so his Adam's apple was bared, “They got me and the group a few free rounds, that’s for sure.”
You sighed dramatically, pursing your lips, “I see why you love them so much. Maybe next time don’t leave without acknowledging me first, yeah?”
You maintained eye contact with Dom, his leg bouncing faster, and the couch groaned under the tight grip he had on the edge of it.
You could smell mint and whiskey on his breath when you leaned in for the final blow.
“Fuck you.” You spat, patting his cheek, rolling your eyes as you flicked his glasses off his face. They weren't perscrption anyone.
Yeah, that’ll show him.
Happy to have gotten that off your chest, you moved to get off him, but halted when his hands locked onto your hips and squeezed tight.
He yanked you back into his lap, and you gasped at the sudden pressure, wincing when he pressed hard into your hip bone.
“Are you fucking stupid?” Your lips parted. Dominic’s never used that tone with you before, not once.
Your words were lodged in your throat, completely caught off guard.
Before you could attempt to form words, Dominic’s hand slithered up your neck and pressed at the pleasure points on the side of your throat.
You tried to squeeze your thighs together at the immediate throb it sent to your cunt.
“Come on, you didn’t expect me to let you talk to me like that, did you?” This is a side of your boyfriend you weren't familiar with.
Vulgar and mean.
Heat unfurled down your neck, and embarrassment clung to you like a second skin, but your nipples hardened. The sudden deep rise and fall of your chest was hard to ignore, and Dominic noticed before you could register it.
A Cheshire grin stretched across his lips.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting worked up about all this?” His eyebrow arched, “Pussy’s all soaked, isn’t it?”
You bit down on your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, trying your hardest not to drag your cunt against the hard tent in his pants.
Fucking hypocrite, he’s just as fucked up over this as you are.
“Maybe I should just leave you like this.” Your back arched when he tightened his hold around your neck, nuzzling his lips against your jaw.
You can’t help but give him a pleading look, despite the hit it gave to your earlier pride.
And now you’re in your current position.
“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” Dominic mutters.
The hand that’s not working your thigh, sliding under your loose top to fondle your tits. Thumb and pointer finger twisting at your nipple. Your nails dig into his leg.
“You knew better than that.” He rolls your nipple a bit harder than he should, and you hiss.
This is foreign to you, and you’re unsure how to act. He’s usually so soft and caring. Oftentimes, too vanilla when he gets completely overwhelmed with his love for you.
This is nowhere close, but you try your old habits anyway, your sweet begging that usually has him doing anything you ask.
“Dom, please.” You whine, “I didn’t mean to—.” He tuts and muffles you with the palm of his hand.
“Yeah, you did, baby, even made a point to leave the house fucking naked,” he laughs dryly, “That’s not going to work this time.”
Dominic slips his hand into your shorts and presses two fingers against your swollen clit.
He’s barely applying pressure, just toying with you, and your high-pitched whimpers are left muffled behind his hand.
“No panties, either?” his nostrils flare, and he expels a long breath. It sends a shiver down your spine, and your stomach lurches.
You part your lips, ready to defend yourself in mumbles against his palm (You didn't want panty lines!), but he pulls his hand away. Pink lip gloss messily swiped over his skin.
His fingers move to tap against your lips with surprising force, and he pushes them through, letting his middle and index fingers press down on your tongue.
“Mm mm, don’t wanna hear it.” He runs his tongue along the shell of your ear and is quick to move his hand out from your shorts, pressing a large hand to your abdomen to bring you down when your hips buck up.
“You’ve been so bitchy lately.” He mutters when tugging your shorts off, and all too quickly lands a slap against your sticky cunt.
Your vision blurs, the sharp sting lacing through you. You exhale a sharp, short sound. Fingers twitching.
“Oh god,” you gurgle, trying but struggling to move against the hold he has you in.
“You really wanted to piss me off tonight.” his voice comes out tight, and you can’t help the way you revel in it.
“Just needed everyone’s attention since you couldn’t get mine.”
You try to jerk your thighs close, but Dominic’s quicker than you. Stronger than you, his free hand firmly gripping the meat of your thigh and forcefully pressing away 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 is swollen and pulsing, begging for a release only Dominic can give.
He moves you around so that your legs are spread wider and presses you firmer against his chest.
“You don’t deserve this,” he slides his hand back to your throbbing cunt, and finally applies pressure to your clit. Sweat coats your body in a thin sheen, making you appear dewy under the light pouring through your bedroom window.
Dominic hooks his chin over your shoulder and peers his eyes down between your legs. He spreads your lips with his pointer and ring finger, the sound lewd.
Your juices glimmer in the low light, and Dominic’s cock twitches in his jeans. You feel it hard and heavy against your lower back.
“Shit, look at that,” he whispers, using the pad of his thumb to just barely brush over your clit, then slides his middle and index finger into your sopping hole.
You push back against him immediately. He curls his fingers, not giving you the time to bask in finally having him where you need him.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his pace quickens, becoming unmerciful. You feel so small, being completely encased in his frame like this. It has your skin buzzing.
His hot breath blows ragged against your cheek, eyes not leaving how your pussy is eagerly sucking in his fingers.
“Oh, fuck~” you drawl, you’re going to cum like this, and you wouldn't want it any other way. Dom knows it too, the way your head lolls to the side, the way your toes curl, knuckles white as they grip his jacket sleeve—a dead giveaway.
And it’s why he stops, slowing his movements until his wrist is still. Your eyes snap open at the abruptness, and at the loss of his fingers when he pulls out.
“No, no~!” You quiver, hands balling into little fists when you knock your head back against his collarbone. You were so close, right fucking there.
“Dom, no, please. Please. ” You slur, trying to find words. Your brain not working with your mouth anymore.
“Hm?” He taunts, bringing his fingers to his lips. Your eyes are blown wide when he makes a show of sucking your juices off his fingers.
A groan rumbling deep in his throat at your taste. He peers over at you, “Where’d all that mouth you had go?”
You try again, but everything blanks out when you hear his belt unclasping.
In a swift movement, he’s sliding out from behind you and removing his fingers from your mouth. Immediately, you find yourself missing the shell of his body and the heavy pressure of his fingers on your tongue.
Cool air rushes to your back where he once was, and you shudder.
“God, you really don’t deserve this,” He reiterates as he steps out of his jeans. His hoodie and jacket follow suit. You watch him in a daze, thrumming in anticipation.
Just moments ago, you thought you had the upper hand, 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.
Dominic crawls back to you, and for the first time today, in weeks, catches your lips in a searing kiss.
Your mouths clash in a hungry mesh of spit and tongue. Your highs make everything sloppy and wet, and so so good. Blindly grabbing and taking each other apart.
Your hand tangles in his hair, tugging at the curls down the nape of his neck, earning a whine that you eagerly swallow.
You need all of him. You’ve missed him so much, and you can tell he’s missed you, too, with the way he’s molding into you.
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 cock.
He’s warm, and impossibly hard. Pre-cum already beading at the tip, you rub your thumb over it, teeth catching Dominic’s bottom lip when he gasps.
His body shudders, and he pulls back from your lips to grab at your wrist, grip tight—his breath fans over your lips, glossy with your shared spit.
“I can’t. I don’t.. Need you, need you so bad.” You’re downright begging at this point, pleading for him.
Gone is your attitude from earlier, and Dominic laughs right in your face. It’s pitiful, and he can’t help it.
“Aw, what's wrong, princess?” His forehead creases, mock concern seeping out of his words. He dips his head down to nose at the sensitive spot of your neck, just under your ear.
“Come on, you can tell me.” He nods, hair tickling your cheek.
He mimics your words from earlier, pinning one of your wrists 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.” He releases your wrist and yanks you back by your hair, baring your throat to him.
Just like you had done.
“You want me to fuck you. That it?”
You do. So bad. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take, which is why you’re not surprised when you feel your eyes get hot.
You’ve never been brought to this point, and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to leave the headspace of being completely worn down.
You nod eagerly, tears glossing over your eyes. “Dom, I’m so sorry.”
You mewl, peering up at him with how he has your head positioned, and swallowing when you watch the side of his lip twitch up.
“Maybe next time don’t bitch at me, yeah?” He pats your cheek twice. It stings, but you lean into it.
Dominic tilts his head to the side, hair sliding with him. He simpers and remains silent.
You feel your face start to burn, feeling so belittled under him, as hot tears slip down the side of your cheeks.
You watch his eyes follow them with rapt attention, and just when you gear up to beg like your life depends on it (because it does), his eyes snap back to yours, and you feel the tip of his cock pushing its way into your cunt.
Your eyes close, mouth hanging open. A whine stuck in your throat. You’ve fucked your boyfriend many times before. But this is unlike any of them.
Feeling him like this is virgin, 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.
Dominic bends your neck back further and presses his forehead to yours while pushing himself in. Inch by inch, you feel him filling you up. His face hovers over yours as he watches you.
“Mhm, that’s it, baby. You feel me?” He mutters against your lips, and you keen, mindlessly lifting your hand to grab hold of the one he has in your hair.
You can’t speak. You feel so 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 choke out a curse, then a long, drawn-out cry follows. 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 purposeful and quick. He untangles his hand from your hair and interlaces it with yours, before tucking himself into your neck.
He presses closer to you, and you wrap your legs around his waist.
Ankles locked tight as his heavy grunts fall into your ear. He’s a mess of praise and curses, your bodies sticking together, and the sound of skin smacking skin bouncing off the walls.
“Missed you, missed you so fucking bad.” He babbles, moving his hips harder.
Your body jolts up with each thrust, and you use your free arm to wrap around Dominic’s back. Your acrylics scratch into his skin as you try to ground yourself.
But you need more.
“More, baby,” You plead. “Please, please.”
He’s manhandling you around before you can process it. His head lifts from your neck as he flips you over on your stomach. Your face is mushed into your pillows at the foot of your bed, ass perked up.
“Never enough for 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 the front.
The pace he sets is just as relentless, and you have no idea what you’re saying anymore if you’re even saying anything at all.
“You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” He praises, reveling in how good you're sucking him in. How warm and gummy you feel around him. Squeezing him in just right.
You’re both in a conjoined headspace, one that you hope never ends. You no longer know how you both got to this point, what you were arguing about in the first place.
Where you start and where he ends. Just that you want to keep fucking like this, want to always feel him like this.
You feel yourself being lifted off the mattress, and then you’re on your knees, Dominic’s front still molded to your back. He reaches around and squeezes your left tit, fingers rolling your nipple.
You reach back to grip his hair when he starts leaving messy kisses down the side of your throat.
“Look. Look at us while I fuck 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 Dominic as he fucks into you. Your eyes meet his in the mirror.
He’s already staring at you over your shoulder through his lashes, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His gaze is primal, and your stomach starts to tighten, pussy spazzing around him.
“Oh fuck, m’ gonna cum. Gonna cum.” You cry.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He moves a hand down to start rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you arch your back, throwing your head against his shoulder. A chorus of yes’s.
“Look.” He growls again, hand moving off your neck to firmly grip your jaw and force your face back to the mirror. You look a mess.
A hot fucking mess.
The coil in your stomach is 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 grip Dominic's arm, resting over your abdomen, when he finds your spot.
“R-right there. Right-t there!” You whisper, feeling yourself weaken in his hold. Dominic feels it too and pushes you back down into your sheets, able to go deeper 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, snaps. You cum hard, Dominic’s name high-pitched and breathless when you reach down to tightly grip the corner of your bed.
Back arched high and sharp, eyes closed so tight, white dots begin to spot your vision.
Your walls clamp down on Dominic, constricting around his dick, and it sets him off. His eyes lidded as he drunkenly loses himself in your pussy, chasing his release. “Love you, love you so much, shit!”
You watch him through the mirror, watching as his mouth drops open. Watching as he falls onto you, squeezing you tight when he finally cums. Painting your walls white.
A few more snaps of his hips, and he’s falling limp onto your back.
You let him stay there for a moment as you try to catch your breath, body melting into the bed as he softens inside you. Rain begins to pelt at the window, and you sigh. How fitting.
Dom shows no intention of moving, and you mumble a protest at his weight. You need a shower, and still want tacos.
“Dom, you’re fucking heavy.”
He huffs, a grin pressed to your shoulder blade. He moves to pull out, and you hiss, twitching up at the overstimulation.
“I gotcha.” He mutters, maneuvering himself so he’s sitting up against your headboard, pulling you up with him to straddle his lap.
Your mind reels as you two make yourselves comfortable; the silence feels suffocating.
Once seated, you take a leap and wrap your arms around Dominic’s neck, and he starts to pepper kisses on the side of your face, lightly nipping along your jaw and earlobe. It’s sweet, it tickles, and you giggle.
Heart swelling, full and beating in the afterglow.
You missed this more than anything, more than the sex.
He reaches the corner of your lips, and you turn your head to catch his lips. It’s slower than the one you shared earlier.
It pours over you, syrupy and slow. Dom’s hands encase your waist, thumbs softly rubbing over the places he dug into, and let you lead the kiss.
A soft whimper leaves him when you suck on his tongue, and he pushes up for more. Gripping you tighter as if you’d leave him the moment he lets go.
Like hell you would.
You pull away after a moment and breathe another laugh when he tries to chase your lips.
He smiles then, a genuine one, showing all his teeth, eyes crinkling. You reach up to brush his hair back from his eyebrow, softly rubbing your thumb over the piercing.
“I love you.” He murmurs, leaning into your touch. “M’ really sorry.”
“I love you more, baby.” You kiss his nose. “I’m sorry too, let’s talk about it all in the morning, okay?” He agrees, leaning up to give you one more kiss, then rolls you over so you’re both lying down, and nuzzles into your neck.
You both need a shower, there’s dried spunk between your thighs, Dominic’s sweaty, and the sheets need changing. But you can’t be bothered right now, not when your boyfriend’s mumbling incoherent sweet nothings into your neck.
“Soo, how was the party without me? Boring as fuck wasn’t it?” You grin a shit-eating grin, fingers working through Dominic’s scalp, and he rolls his eyes when you start laughing.
“Fuck off.”
