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Hey! Just wanted to check in and see if you were okay!🩷🥹

HI!! yes im okkk just be unmotivated recentlyyy💔 just came back from a trippp i hope to start soon! might release one tn!

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love island series!!

part { 10 }

꣑ৎ { user x dominic fike} ꣑ৎ

{ ! } contains : dominic fike x reader, love island usa au, villa drama, hideaway night, emotional buildup, smut (18+), kissing, oral (f receiving), protected sex, soft yet rough, possessive dom, lowercase writing style

it had been two days since the fight. and even now, the villa still didn’t feel right. like the air was stuck. like something important had been ripped out and no one had figured out how to fill it back in.

people were quieter. weirdly polite. you barely left the daybeds. you haven’t looked anyone in the eyes. not since dominic dragged you to the dock, kissed you like he meant every fucking second of it, and then got ripped out of the villa while you were asleep.

no goodbye. no warning.

just gone.

and even though no one wanted to admit it, it had changed everything.

you’d gone back to bed with your heart in your throat. didn’t cry. couldn’t. just laid there and stared at the ceiling like it might give you a reason. all you had left was the kiss burned into your mouth and the memory of his hand around your wrist—tight, desperate, like he already knew he was out of time.

you tried not to think about it.

you tried.

but every time you passed the dock, every time you’d see one of the couples laughing together in the villa you did.

and then came the firepit.

—

you weren’t even expecting a text. it was too early. too hot outside. everyone still half asleep, barely holding their coffee mugs right.

your phone buzzed louder than it should’ve.

you flinched.

aria glanced over. nudged your knee under the cushion.

“read it,” she whispered.

you blinked. your stomach dropped. you picked it up.

“everyone, please gather at the firepit immediately.”

you read it out loud.

everyone shifted. eyebrows raised. the beginning of something.

then it buzzed again.

“america has voted for one previously eliminated islander to return to the villa.”

your chest locked.

you didn’t breathe.

you didn’t move.

until aria whispered, “wait… no way…”

you looked down.

“dominic, packed his bags. and hes heading back to the villa. #justicefordom #protectiveking”

you froze.

you didn’t blink. didn’t speak.

just reread it once. twice. three times.

he was coming back.

he was actually coming back.

the villa exploded around you. screams. hands flying to mouths. aria shouting “i KNEW IT,” someone yelling “america loves a man with hands,” someone else already running to do their makeup in case he walked in fast.

but you just sat there.

your hands in your lap.

your whole chest echoing with one thing.

dominic.

—

when he walked in, it felt like the villa stopped.

he was dressed the same—white tee, chain on, curls a little longer now, jaw even sharper than you remembered.

but it was the way he looked at you.

straight away.

like no one else existed.

like he had spent every second out there thinking about only you.

people were already throwing themselves at him—dev, aria, zayla pretending she hadn’t talked shit, all the boys dapping him up like they hadn’t watched him get dragged out two nights ago—but you… you didn’t move.

you were scared if you did, it’d break the spell.

and then he was in front of you.

not smiling. not smug. just looking.

“hey,” he said, quiet.

you swallowed.

“hey.”

his eyes dropped. to your lips. to your hand. to the floor.

“can we talk later?”

you nodded.

he didn’t linger.

he barely brushed your hand with his fingers as he passed you. but even that… it lit something up under your skin.

like a match.

—

the text came after dinner.

you were halfway through a watermelon vodka slush when aria screamed.

your phone buzzed a second later.

“dominic and [reader], pack your bags for a night in the hideaway.

#publicapproval #undeniable”

you dropped the cup.

you just stared.

you didn’t even read it twice. didn’t need to.

aria was already dragging you toward the hallway. “you better give him a reason to stay forever,” she shouted, laughing.

you barely heard her. your head was full of static. full of heat.

you had dreamed about this.

literally dreamed about it. one night, you’d woken up sweating, heart racing, because in the dream, he’d been on top of you whispering things you couldn’t forget even after brushing your teeth.

and now it was real.

you pulled the red silk out of your drawer.

the one you hadn’t worn yet.

low cut. tie back. something you didn’t feel like yourself in—but maybe that was the point.

you did your makeup in silence. hair curled. chest glossy. gold hoops. something in your stomach twisted when you looked in the mirror. not nerves. not guilt. just fire.

he was waiting.

—

the hideaway smelled like vanilla.

candles in the corners. petals on the bed. the room was warm. too warm.

dominic was already there.

he was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands like he wasn’t sure he deserved any of this.

you stepped in, and the second the door clicked shut—he looked up.

and everything in him cracked.

he stood.

you didn’t say anything.

neither did he.

he crossed the space in three strides, and then his mouth was on yours.

it wasn’t slow. wasn’t careful. it was messy, immediate. his hands tangled in your hair, your arms locked around his neck, both of you moving like it was the only way to breathe.

your back hit the wall.

his chain cold against your collarbone.

his breath shaky. his voice breaking.

“fuck, i missed you. this pretty face.”

you almost cried.

you didn’t.

you just pulled him closer.

“i thought you were gone.”

“i was.”

he kissed you again. rougher this time. his hands gripped your waist like he couldn’t stand the idea of space between you.

you let him push the strap off your shoulder.

let him kiss down your throat.

let your fingers slip under his shirt, across the skin you’d only imagined touching.

when he pulled away for a second, chest heaving, lips red—you whispered:

“what happens after this?”

he didn’t answer.

just looked at you.

then he shook his head, smiling like it hurt.

“don’t ask me that,” he said.

“why?”

“’cause i’ll say forever.”

and then he kissed you again.

hard.

and nothing else mattered.

—

you don’t say anything after that.

you just kiss him again.

like it’s the only thing keeping you here.

his hands are already under your thighs, lifting you like it’s second nature, like he’s thought about this a hundred times before. your legs wrap around his waist without hesitation, fingers gripping the back of his neck as he walks you backward toward the bed. you feel the edge hit your knees and then you’re falling with him, soft sheets underneath, red silk sliding against warm skin.

his body is everywhere—on top of you, around you, inside your head. his mouth dragging down your throat, over the strap slipping off your shoulder. he kisses slow but heavy, like every second is making up for lost time. like he’s been starving for you.

“you don’t know how much i thought about this,” he mumbles against your collarbone, his voice rough, almost broken. “every night i was gone… i wanted to be here. with you. like this.”

your hands go to the hem of his shirt. you lift it. he lets you.

and when he tosses it to the side and leans back over you, all tan skin and tattoos and flushed cheeks, your breath catches.

he notices.

smirks a little, but not in that usual cocky way.

more like he’s stunned you’re looking at him like that.

“take this off,” he whispers, tugging at the silk strap still barely clinging to your shoulder.

you sit up just enough to pull it over your head, slow, letting the fabric slide down your skin like a secret. the way he looks at you then—it’s not hungry. it’s worship. it’s wonder.

“fuck,” he says under his breath. “you’re so…”

he doesn’t finish.

he doesn’t need to.

his hands move over your body, slow and careful, like he’s drawing every inch of you in his mind. your stomach, your hips, the curve of your chest. he kisses between them, down to your ribs, your belly, the place where your breath hitches and you arch up.

he looks up at you from there. his eyes dark.

“you good?”

you nod, biting your lip.

“say it,” he mutters, dragging a hand between your thighs, over the thin fabric that’s already wet. “i need to hear it.”

“i’m good,” you whisper. “i want you.”

his mouth twitches. not a smile. something deeper.

he pulls your underwear down with a slowness that makes your skin burn. kisses the inside of your thigh, then the other. you feel his breath before anything else.

and then he’s tasting you.

like he missed it, missed you, like he needs it to survive.

you moan before you mean to. your hips lift. your hands twist in the sheets.

he doesn’t stop.

doesn’t even slow down.

his tongue moves in slow circles, fingers teasing just enough to make your legs shake. every time you think you’re about to fall apart, he pulls back slightly. then deeper. more pressure. faster.

“dom,” you gasp, fingers tugging at his curls. “fuck—please—”

and that’s when he really locks in.

your whole body arches. your thighs close around his head, your voice breaking into a cry as you come. his name on your lips. your chest heaving.

he doesn’t move for a second. just presses kisses to your hip, your stomach, working his way back up your body.

when he kisses you again, you taste yourself on his tongue.

you pull him closer, tugging at his waistband now, desperate.

he groans when you wrap your hand around him through his boxers. he’s already hard. already twitching in your palm.

“i need you,” you whisper, voice hoarse.

“i got you,” he breathes, forehead pressed to yours.

he reaches down to grab a condom from the nightstand—because of course love island’s got the branded stash right there—and he tears it open fast, rolls it on even faster.

and then he’s inside you.

slow.

deep.

so deep it knocks the breath out of your lungs.

you clutch at his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist again, pulling him impossibly closer.

“you feel…” he mutters, almost like he can’t believe it. “fuck, you feel perfect.”

he thrusts slowly at first, his rhythm controlled, precise. his lips find your jaw, your throat, your shoulder. he groans every time you clench around him, every time you whisper his name into his skin.

“dom—don’t stop,” you breathe. “don’t stop.”

he speeds up. deeper. harder. every movement sends heat crashing through your spine. your nails scratch down his back. your head tips back and you let yourself fall apart again, right there beneath him, eyes shut, mouth open.

he keeps going through it, hips stuttering, whispering, “fuck, fuck, fuck—” as he gets closer.

when he finally comes, it’s with his forehead pressed to yours, his name on your lips and yours on his. he groans low, burying himself deep inside you as he finishes, whole body shaking.

then it’s quiet.

just the sound of your breathing.

your limbs tangled. your chest pressed to his.

his hand finds yours under the covers.

interlocks your fingers.

“you still here?” he whispers, voice wrecked.

you nod, dazed.

“you?”

he kisses your temple.

“yeah.”

you lay there for a while, not talking. not moving.

…

before you both went back for MORE rounds..

—

outside, the villa’s probably screaming.

but in here, it’s only you.

and him.

and everything you couldn’t say before.

—

a/n - long time no see!!

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. ۫ ꣑ৎ . dominic fike fluff fics! . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

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꣑ৎ { artsy user x skater dominic fike } ꣑ৎ

{ ! } contains: dominic fike x reader, high school au, skater!dom, slow burn, soft fluff, art class, quiet tension, nervous first kiss, lowercase writing

based on the song

╰┈➤ ❝ . ۫ . Right side of my neck . ۫ . ❞۫

by Faye webster

you don’t notice dominic fike the way the rest of the girls at your school do.

they do that thing—fix their hair when he walks by, giggle when his board scrapes across the concrete, talk about him like he’s some untouchable fantasy. like he’s just hot, just trouble, just the guy who always smells like weed and gatorade and vanilla body spray he probably stole from someone’s sister.

he skips class, tags lockers, smokes behind the bleachers like it’s his job. he’s got tattoos he shouldn’t legally have yet and a scab on his knuckle that never seems to heal. he talks low, only when necessary. laughs even lower. no one’s ever seen him try in school. not for work, not for anyone.

but he’s always got a pen in his hand. sharpies, pencils, ballpoints. drawing on his shoes, on his arms, on the corner of desks when he thinks no one’s looking.

he’s in your third period art class. you only end up there because your schedule got rearranged. wrong elective. right seat.

he’s already sitting when you walk in—hood pulled up, earbud in one ear, head down over a sketchpad that looks like it’s been through hell. the only open seat’s next to him.

you sit without a word. he doesn’t look up.

—

he doesn’t speak the first week. not to you, not to anyone.

just draws. constantly.

he’s got this look—like he doesn’t sleep. eyes heavy-lidded, fingers stained grey. always chewing gum, always bouncing his knee. he never turns anything in, but you can see it clear as day: he’s the best one in the room.

you only speak to him because you need a sharpener.

“do you have one?”

he slides it across the table without lifting his head.

“thanks.”

he taps his pencil against the page. then, without looking at you:

“you’re pressing too hard.”

you blink.

“…what?”

“your shading,” he says. “you’re holding the pencil too stiff. it’ll come out patchy.”

you look down at your page.

he’s right.

“…how do you even know that?”

he shrugs. “i just do.”

—

you don’t know it, but that’s when he starts paying attention.

—

next class, he lets you borrow one of his better pencils. the next week, he leans over and murmurs something about your composition. one day, he drops his eraser in your lap and says, “that one doesn’t smear.” his voice always low. like it’s just for you.

he never really looks at you, not full-on. but when you compliment his work—casual, offhand, just a soft “you’re seriously talented”—he pauses.

his pencil hovers mid-line.

“…you think?”

you nod, keeping your eyes on your own sketchbook.

“yeah. you’re kinda insane.”

you feel him glance at you.

once.

then again.

twice.

—

you start noticing him more outside of class.

skating behind the gym after school, hoodie halfway off his shoulders, t-shirt clinging to his back from the heat. his friends are always around—dev, jasper, izzy—talking shit, filming tricks on cracked screens, blasting tyler from someone’s speaker. he barely speaks, but when he does, they listen.

one afternoon you pass by the backlot on your way home and hear him talking.

he’s sitting on the rail, one foot resting on his board, sleeves pushed up, wrist wrapped with a hair tie. jasper’s got a spray can in his hand. dev’s rolling something on a homework folder.

dom’s voice is quiet, lazy. but it still cuts through.

“she sits next to me in carver’s,” he says.

you freeze for a second behind the fence. they haven’t seen you yet.

“she’s smart,” he adds. “and not fake smart. like, actually knows shit. pays attention.”

“and?” izzy pushes, smirking. “you got a little art class crush?”

dom scoffs, but it’s half a smile.

“nah. i just like how she looks when she’s thinking.”

you peek around the corner. his eyes are on you.

he doesn’t flinch. doesn’t smirk. just watches.

you look away.

then, stupidly, you look back.

he’s still watching.

—

he starts showing up to class more.

on time. hair still messy, but in that way that starts to feel intentional. he pulls his hood down when he sees you. taps your shoulder gently when your pencil’s about to smudge something important. murmurs things like “try layering with blue” or “don’t over-blend—let the strokes show.”

he never flirts. not in the ways people usually do.

but sometimes he lingers too close. his thigh against yours. his eyes on your lips when you’re chewing the end of your pencil. you catch him watching your hands when you work.

he notices your chipped nail polish.

he notices your backpack keychain.

he notices everything.

—

one tuesday, you walk into class and there’s a folded page on your seat.

you open it.

it’s you.

drawn in pencil, smoothed with care, your expression soft and distracted. your hand curled under your chin, your mouth slightly open like you’re about to say something. it looks exactly like you—but more than that, it feels like you.

you trace the corner.

dom’s already seated when you turn to him.

“you drew me?”

he shrugs like it’s nothing.

but his leg’s bouncing fast under the table.

“why?”

his voice is quieter than usual. barely there.

“you looked back at me.”

he pauses.

“twice.”

—

the next few days blur.

he walks you to your locker. leans against it like it’s muscle memory. taps his ring against the metal while you dig for your books.

he lets you wear his hoodie one day, when the room’s freezing. doesn’t ask for it back. doesn’t mention it when you give it back folded and washed. just grins and says, “you smell good.”

one of his friends elbows him in the hallway when you pass. dom flips him off.

you still catch him staring. always when you’re not quite looking. and every time you glance back—

he’s still looking.

—

friday afternoon.

you’re under the bleachers. skipped whatever dumb pep rally was happening. you’re sitting side by side, your knees drawn up, his board resting across both your shins. his sketchbook is open between you, a half-finished drawing of a cigarette burning into petals.

neither of you says anything for a while.

just the sound of distant yelling from the field and a bee buzzing somewhere in the grass.

dom’s picking at the corner of a band-aid on his thumb.

“hey,” he says eventually.

you look at him.

he’s still picking. not looking at you.

“you ever think about how… some people don’t see you right?”

you blink. “what do you mean?”

“like—they look, but they don’t get it. they miss the… actual parts.”

his voice trails off. he chews the inside of his cheek.

you watch him for a second. the way his fingers twitch against his knee. the way he’s suddenly fidgety, nervous in a way he’s never been.

you say, “is that how people see you?”

he shrugs. doesn’t answer.

his gaze drops to your mouth, then back to your eyes, then away.

“you don’t,” he mumbles. “you don’t miss anything.”

you don’t say anything. just lean slightly closer.

he looks up at you. really looks.

his breath catches.

you tilt your head.

his hand brushes yours.

and it just happens.

he kisses you.

not like he’s done it a thousand times before. not smooth, not practiced. like he’s been thinking about it every time he saw you bite your lip in class. every time you laughed too soft. every time your fingers brushed when reaching for the same marker.

he pulls back like he’s afraid he messed up.

you just smile. lips barely apart.

“you okay?” you whisper.

he nods once.

then again.

twice.

and he kisses you again.

this time slower.

this time like maybe he’s finally letting himself feel it.

—

a/n : he gives the biggest skater boy energy

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[mattslvrxo]

omg okay so i have an idea for a fic. like a spiderman!dominic au???? the plot can be whatever you want, i was just watching spiderman and it came to my mind how good that would be. i love your fics, have a good day<333

IVE NEVERRR WATCHED SPIERMAN!! but i cannn look into it to do this!

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i love your fics ugh

love and adore you 🤍🤍

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love island series!!!

part { 9 }

꣑ৎ { user x dominic fike} ꣑ৎ

{ ! } contains : love island usa-inspired fanfic · villa drama · secret hookup reveal · fight between dominic and jaylen · heated makeout at the dock · emotional fallout · lowercase · second person pov ·

the night air felt heavier than usual. it clung to your skin as you sat with the girls around the firepit, the crackle of flames mixing with their hushed voices. across the villa, the boys gathered, their laughter echoing faintly in the distance.

today, a couple had been picked to go on a romantic off-site date. aria and noah. it was a surprise to everyone—random, but part of the chaos that came with love island. now they were back, and the villa was buzzing.

“so tell us everything,” mia nudged aria playfully. “how was the date?”

aria smiled shyly, brushing a curl behind her ear. “it was nice, actually. he was sweet. we talked about family, future plans—you know, the usual.”

you leaned forward, trying to focus, but your mind kept drifting. jaylen had seemed off today, distant, but you’d chalked it up to nothing. or at least, you hoped it was nothing.

across the garden, jaylen laughed loudly, drawing your eyes briefly.

meanwhile, at the boys’ gathering, dominic sat silently, eyes narrowed, watching jaylen closely. the other boys laughed, cracking jokes and swapping stories.

“dom,” leo nudged dominic, smirking. “what about you and cleo? you guys vibing?”

“nah,” dominic shrugged casually, leaning back. “she’s cool but i just wasn’t feeling it. no spark.”

jaylen snorted. “you need someone with more bite, huh?”

“not really,” dominic muttered, clearly uninterested.

jaylen leaned forward, his voice louder now. “honestly, i don’t even know why everyone thinks { reader} is so sweet. girl’s clueless as hell. i’ve been sneaking around with bella for days. late night hookups, shower kisses, bed creaks. she doesn’t have a fucking clue.”

there was a sharp pause. everyone froze.

“and the best part?” he smirked, eyes glinting. “she still walks around like some main character. like we’re endgame or something. she’s nothing but a good body and a blank head.”

dominic’s jaw locked. the kind of anger that simmers just below the surface, steady and lethal. his whole frame tensed before he launched up from the bench.

“what the fuck did you just say?” his voice was sharp, acidic.

“i said what i said,” jaylen stood too, stepping forward. “maybe if she weren’t so damn gullible, she’d know what’s going on under her nose. but hey, not my fault she’s dumb enough to fall for it.”

and that was it.

dominic swung first.

the sound of fist on cheekbone cracked through the air. jaylen reeled back but charged forward again, throwing a punch that grazed dominic’s jaw. dominic didn’t flinch. he grabbed jaylen by the collar, shoved him hard into the edge of the firepit bench, and kept hitting.

one punch. two. three. dominic’s knuckles split, blood blooming bright and fast, but he didn’t stop. not until jaylen’s body slumped slightly, hands weak, breaths shallow and ragged.

no one could stop it in time.

the boys had to physically pull dominic off of him. jaylen coughed hard, face bruised and lip busted, barely able to sit upright.

“get the fuck up,” dominic spat, chest heaving. “talk shit again.”

you didn’t even get the full picture at first. you only saw the aftermath—jaylen hunched over, face wrecked, dominic bleeding, livid.

he spotted you instantly and stalked across the lawn. didn’t say a word, just grabbed your wrist firmly and pulled you away.

“dominic—” you started, stunned. “what the fuck is going on?”

he didn’t answer. dragged you straight down the long path to the dock, away from everyone, from the lights and the questions.

“dominic,” you yanked your hand free when you reached the dock, panting. “what the actual fuck was that?”

he turned, hands running through his hair, breathing hard. “you want to know?” he snapped. “jaylen’s been fucking bella. mocking you. calling you clueless. saying shit like you’re nothing but a body and a dumb little girl. and everyone knew. everyone but you.”

you stood still, blinking hard. the sting behind your eyes was fast, hot. “you’re lying.”

“i’m not.” his voice cracked slightly. “and i didn’t know how to tell you. but when he said that shit in front of everyone—i snapped.”

tears welled, but you held them back. your chest heaved. “why do you care?”

“are you serious?” he stepped forward. “you know why. you’ve always known.”

he didn’t wait for a reply.

his hands cupped your jaw and he kissed you.

not gentle. not slow.

it was heat and desperation and weeks of tension pouring out all at once. his tongue slid against yours, teeth grazing your bottom lip, his body flush against yours, holding you like he’d fall apart without it.

you gasped against his mouth, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer, closer—he lifted you by the thighs, set you down on the dock’s edge like you weighed nothing. his hand tangled in your hair, other gripping your waist, pressing you back until your spine hit the wooden railing.

his lips moved to your neck, sucking a mark below your ear, biting just hard enough to make your breath hitch. your fingers clawed at his shirt, tugging it up slightly, nails dragging against the bare skin of his back.

“i should’ve done this from the start,” he murmured against your skin, voice rough.

“then do it now,” you breathed.

and he did.

his mouth returned to yours, slower now but deeper, tongues tangled, hands exploring with a reverence that made your head spin. the air was thick, heavy with everything you’d both been trying to ignore. it felt like a storm finally breaking open.

you didn’t know how long you were there. minutes? hours?

but eventually, you both pulled apart, breathless, foreheads pressed together. neither of you spoke.

and that night, you went to bed still tasting him on your lips.

what you didn’t know—what you’d find out too late—was that dominic didn’t sleep in his bed.

at three a.m., producers came. silent. stern.

dominic was removed from the villa.

no goodbye.

no explanation.

you slept through it all.

—

a/n : guys was thinking cant decide …

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[mattslvrxo]

Oh the angst and drama that’s about to happen! Can’t wait for the next update!

TONSSS OF DRAMA

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love island series!!

part { 8 }

꣑ৎ { user x dominic fike} ꣑ৎ

{ ! } contains : casa amor fallout, secret hookups, growing tension, jealousy, emotional avoidance, soft betrayal, dominic × reader tension, jaylen x reader relationship strain, dominic x cleo flirting, bella drama, slow unraveling, love island-style pacing, second person pov, lowercase style, emotional drama.

you honestly thought things were going fine. not perfect — because nothing about this villa ever is — but good. jaylen made you laugh, made your shoulders relax. when he kissed your forehead after breakfast or laced his fingers through yours during the nighttime talks by the firepit, it felt… easy. like maybe you made the right call after casa. like maybe everything with dominic had just been a spark, not a flame. maybe it was meant to burn out.

but something felt off.

you couldn’t place it. couldn’t point to anything. maybe it was the way bella kept looking at you from across the garden when you were with jaylen. not her usual passive-aggressive glare — something else. smug. like she knew something you didn’t. like she was watching a show you hadn’t caught up on yet.

jaylen didn’t act weird. not really. he was still present, still warm, still reaching for you in the mornings when your alarm went off and mumbling “five more minutes” like you were waking up in a shared apartment, not on a reality show. he still kissed you during games. still said all the right things during chats. but there was a shift in your gut that you couldn’t ignore.

you just didn’t know what it meant yet.

—

dominic was everywhere.

not in a clingy way — that wasn’t his style — but in a way that made it impossible to ignore him. when you were making lunch, he was behind you grabbing a fork. when you were fixing your mic in the dressing room, he was passing through with his shirt half-buttoned. when you were lying in the sun, eyes closed, you’d feel his shadow before you heard his voice.

“can we talk?”

you didn’t answer the first few times. not even with words. just a look, a shake of your head. sometimes a tight smile. and then you’d walk off with jaylen like nothing had happened.

but it kept happening.

you caught him staring during the truth-or-dare game, jaw tense when jaylen kissed you. you saw the way his fingers curled into fists when you laughed at something jaylen said. you noticed how he never laughed anymore. not really.

then cleo happened.

—

cleo had been single since the last recoupling. she was one of the late bombshells, she was here 2 days before casa. but she made a splash. tall, caramel skin glowing under the villa lights, sharp cheekbones, and a voice that sounded like honey when she spoke. she was confident, effortlessly cool, always floating from person to person with that catlike grin.

you didn’t notice at first when she started hanging around dominic. didn’t care, either. maybe a small part of you even hoped it would happen. that if he had someone to distract him, he’d stop looking at you like that.

but he didn’t.

he still watched you.

cleo would be mid-sentence, twirling her straw in her smoothie, and dominic’s eyes would be locked on you across the pool. you saw it. more than once.

but he kept entertaining her. let her flirt. let her trail her fingers over his arm while they sat on the daybed. let her whisper something into his ear that made him smirk.

still, when he saw you with jaylen, his whole demeanor shifted. it was subtle, but you knew that face. the way his jaw clenched, how he stopped bouncing his leg and went still. he wasn’t over it. not even close.

and maybe you weren’t either.

but you weren’t going to show it.

—

one night, you caught the end of something you weren’t supposed to hear.

you were coming back from the kitchen after grabbing water. jaylen wasn’t in the bedroom yet. as you passed the hallway near the back of the villa, you heard whispers. soft at first, then clearer.

“don’t get cocky just ‘cause she picked you.”

a pause.

“relax, bro. she doesn’t suspect a thing.”

your breath hitched. you froze.

but the voices trailed off. footsteps scattered in different directions. by the time you made it back to your bed, jaylen was pulling off his mic and smiling like nothing happened.

you didn’t say anything.

maybe you were overthinking it. maybe it wasn’t even about you.

you climbed into bed, laid on your side, stared at the edge of the mattress while jaylen’s arm came to wrap loosely around your waist.

but the pit in your stomach didn’t go away.

—

the next morning, dominic caught you alone.

you were sitting on the bean bags near the firepit, sunglasses on, pretending to journal even though your page was still blank. he walked over slowly, like he wasn’t sure if you’d bolt.

“you always run from me?”

you didn’t look up. “you always find me?”

he huffed out a breath, almost like a laugh. then sat down across from you.

“you look tired,” he said.

“thanks.”

“not in a bad way. just… like your head’s full.”

you finally met his eyes. “you don’t know anything about what’s in my head.”

his jaw ticked. he leaned back.

“don’t i?” he asked. “you think that night didn’t mean anything to me?”

you swallowed. didn’t answer.

“you think i didn’t pick you because i didn’t care? i picked you, and you picked someone else.”

“we weren’t closed off anyway,” you snapped, a little sharper than you meant to.

“no,” he muttered, voice rough. “but we could’ve been.”

and just like that, the conversation died. you stood up, shut your journal, and walked back to the dressing room without another word.

—

that night, you saw cleo laughing with dominic by the kitchen island.

she was wearing one of those tiny black sets, stomach out, hair up in a perfect messy bun. she touched his chest when she laughed. he let her. he even smiled. it wasn’t a real one — you could tell — but it was enough to make your chest tighten.

jaylen came up behind you, kissed your cheek, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

you let him.

but your eyes stayed on dominic.

—

you didn’t know that while you were trying to pretend you were fine… while you were brushing off the weird vibes and trying to act like jaylen was enough… he was slipping out of your bed at night.

you didn’t know that a few hours after lights out, he was sneaking out into the hallway.

that bella was waiting.

you didn’t know that a secret had already started unraveling right under your nose.

but you were about to.

—

a/n : well this just keeps getting crazier

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love island series!!

part { 7 }

꣑ৎ { user x dominic fike} ꣑ৎ

{ ! } contains : casa amor arc, secret history (soul ties kiss), emotional tension, dom x reader unresolved feelings, reader-Jaylen pairing, love triangle, post-casa recoupling drama, bella being clingy, dominic writing reader’s name, reader choosing someone else, both bella and dominic left single, jealousy, anger, nighttime bathroom confrontation, slow burn continuation.

you and dominic have been quiet after soul ties this morning . no one talked about it. no one said anything. but the cameras caught it. they always did. it didn’t matter that it was three in the morning, or that dominic had yanked you by the arm like he owned you, or that you were kissing him like your life depended on it against the back wall near the fire pit. it didn’t matter that you thought maybe no one saw. it was all recorded. and yet… no one brought it up.

not even him, or you.

the next morning, dominic was already with bella again. he hadn’t said anything to you. hadn’t pulled you again. hadn’t looked at you with that same heat. he just carried on like that night never happened. like he didn’t have your gloss still smudged on the side of his jaw when he went to bed.

you didn’t say anything either. you didn’t need to.

because whatever was going on between you two—it wasn’t supposed to be happening. not when bella had just coupled up with him, not when your name hadn’t even been called at the last recoupling. not when it made no sense to want someone who never stayed.

so you buried it.

and when the text came through, lighting up the fire pit like a shot to the heart, you knew things were about to change again.

“girls, it’s time to pack your bags and head off on a girls’ trip… you’re going to casa amor 👙💋 #switchitup #loyaltytest”

the way all the girls screamed, you almost forgot to react. you just stood there, blinking. trying to process. then everyone was hugging, jumping up and down, grabbing their bikinis and makeup bags and heels. you joined in, forcing the smile. but deep down, your stomach twisted.

because this was the test. the one everyone talked about.

and you weren’t even in a couple.

not officially. not with dominic.

but you knew it would matter.

you knew he would watch.

you watched him from across the garden as the girls packed, his arm draped over bella’s chair lazily, face unreadable. he didn’t even look up at you.

fine. you didn’t need him to.

casa was waiting.

—

the drive to casa amor was electric. the villa you pulled up to was sleek, sexy, a little more wild around the edges. no rules. no history. just you, the other girls, and the possibility of forgetting everything that had happened back at the main villa.

and then the boys walked in.

six of them. tall. tatted. confident.

your eyes scanned all of them. they were loud, flirty, charming. but one stood out. not because he looked like dominic—because he didn’t. he was the opposite.

his name was jaylen.

he was funny. really funny. not cocky like the rest. didn’t seem phased by the cameras or the lights. he had a quiet way of making you feel like you were the only one in the room, even when all the girls were still trying to flirt and be noticed. he didn’t force anything. didn’t try too hard. and when he asked if you wanted to go for a chat on the daybed, you said yes without thinking twice.

you didn’t even think about dominic.

not once.

—

two days in casa amor went by like that. easy. light. new. you are coupled up with jalen and.. youre happy! you were tanning. laughing. playing pool with jaylen. wearing his hoodie when it got cold at night. and when he kissed you on the second night—slow and unbothered—you didn’t stop him. you kissed him back. fully. like you weren’t thinking about anything else.

because you weren’t.

you liked him.

and maybe it wasn’t as deep. maybe it wasn’t the same ache in your chest you got when dominic even looked at you—but it was peaceful. which was something you hadn’t felt in weeks.

meanwhile, at the villa…

dominic was losing it.

he hadn’t vibed with any of the casa girls. not even reese, the one he’d ended up coupled with by default. she was loud. in-your-face. kept grabbing at him like they were already married. but every time she touched his arm, he flinched.

he didn’t want her.

he didn’t want any of them.

he wanted you.

and the fact that he didn’t know what you were doing… who you were sleeping next to, who you were laughing with… it drove him crazy.

“you miss her,” noah, his closest friend in the villa, said as they sat by the firepit.

dominic didn’t answer at first. he stared at the flames.

“i don’t know what she’s doing,” he finally muttered. “but i feel like i already lost. i just wanna grab her ass and drag her back to soul ties, like i did a few nights ago. and kiss the shit out of her. fuck her like no one else has before. but im fucking stuck at this fuckass stupid villa. coupled up with a fucking dumb fuck.”

“a few nights ago? how recent was this,were coupled with bella when this happened?”

dom’s jaw clenched. “yeah.”

“oh shit man.. are you gonna tell bella when she gets back?”

he didn’t know.

—

day four of casa came with a text that made your heart drop.

“girls, it’s time to get back to the villa, a recoupling will happen tonight. determining if you’re going to stay loyal to your past connection, or explore your new one.”

the girls screamed. everyone was hugging their new boys. kissing them. some even crying. and when you sat down on the daybed with jaylen that night, you didn’t feel the panic you thought you would.

“i’m glad i met you, i dont really have anything to worry about ahaha, im single anyway.” you told him.

he smiled, soft. “im glad i met you too..”

you didn’t say dominic’s name. you hadn’t for days.

—

you could feel the tension the second you walked back into the villa.

you hadn’t stepped foot here in days — not since the night at soul ties, not since dominic had pulled you out of bed at 3 a.m. and kissed you like he was drowning. but now everything looked different. colder. the fairy lights didn’t feel romantic anymore. the firepit looked smaller. even the pool felt quieter.

but maybe that was just the way dominic was looking at you.

he didn’t move. didn’t blink. just stared while your hand stayed laced in jaylen’s, your wrist resting softly against his chest. you felt the heat of dominic’s stare before you even had to meet it. that tightness in your chest, that shift in your posture — you knew he was already losing it before anything even started.

and yet… you didn’t care.

the moment your name was called for the recoupling, your voice stayed steady.

“i want to couple up with this boy because… from the second i got to casa, he made me feel calm. like nothing was expected of me, like i could actually take a breath. he made me laugh every day, reminded me what it felt like to just enjoy someone without pressure. he listens. he’s respectful. and even though this decision wasn’t easy… i think it’s the right one.”

the second you said casa, dominics eyes went blank his hands felt numb, he felt numb everywhere.

your voice didn’t shake. not once.

you didn’t look at dominic when you said it. you didn’t have to.

“i’d like to couple up with jalen.”

dominics jaw was clenched so tight. his fists curled stiffly.

jaylen gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, grinning at you as he stepped forward.

then it was dominic’s turn.

the villa went quiet. even the cicadas in the trees seemed to go still.

“dominic,” the host said. “you’ve been coupled up with reese since casa started. but before casa amour you’ve been with bella.. are you going to continue you’re new connection, go with you’re old one.. or.. something else?”

he didn’t answer right away.

his eyes were on you.

and for the first time all night, you looked back at him.

not soft. not apologetic.

just… honest.

dom took a breath, then let it out hard through his nose. his voice came low and clipped.

“i want to do something diffrent.”

some people were surprised even you.. who else has he been exploring?

the host nodded. “and who have you chosen?”

a pause.

“her,” he said.

he didn’t even say your name. just jerked his chin toward you.

gasps. wide eyes. stunned silence, people were confused.. laughing, staying silent, tilting their heads

you blinked. gosh this was EMBARRASSING.

jaylen shifted beside you slightly, his arm brushing yours.

the host cleared their throat. “unfortunately as you can see, she’s already coupled up.”

“i know,” dominic muttered.

the host turned to bella. “bella… did you choose to stay loyal?”

bella’s jaw was already tight, her eyes narrowed like she knew what was coming. still, she lifted her chin and said, “yes. i stayed loyal to dominic.”

another gasp. but this one stung.

that means.. theyre both going to be single.

dominic stood there, jaw flexing, chest rising and falling a little too fast. bella looked like she wanted to cry and scream all at once.

you didn’t move. didn’t say a word. just kept your hand loosely threaded with jaylen’s, your expression unreadable.

dominic didn’t even look at bella.

his eyes stayed locked on you like nobody else but you was here.

dominic and bella werent the only single ones.. some other people were single too.

“dominic, bella, cyrus, and cleo” the host starts, “you are all now single and vulnerable. putting you at risk of being dropped from the villa at the next recoupling.”

—

later, when everyone filtered inside, tension clinging to the air like fog, bella clung to him again. all sticky smiles and high-pitched laughter, brushing his arm, sitting beside him every chance she got. but he barely gave her anything back.

he was watching you.

not obviously. never directly.

but you could feel it. his eyes followed you every time you laughed at one of jaylen’s jokes. every time jaylen touched your hip or leaned in close to whisper something. dominic looked like he was chewing glass.

and when the villa settled for the night, you felt him again.

you were brushing your teeth, hair flowing on both your shoulders, in your tight navy soft baby tee, and your ridiculously short black pj shorts, when the reflection in the mirror shifted — dominic leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

you didn’t jump. didn’t flinch. just kept brushing.

“was it that easy?” he muttered behind you.

you spat the toothpaste, wiped your mouth.

“was what easy?”

“moving on.”

you turned. crossed your arms.

“what else was i supposed to do? sit here and wait around while you played house with bella? but then play cat and mouse with me?”

he didn’t say anything.

you stepped closer.

“you kissed me, dom. at soul ties. you pulled me into the bed like it meant something. then you didn’t even look at me the next day.”

his jaw ticked.

“i didn’t think you’d actually recouple.”

you laughed once, dry and sharp.

“then you don’t know me at all.”

he pushed off the doorframe.

“i know you better than he ever will.”

“yeah?” you challenged. “then why am i sleeping in someone else’s bed?”

he didn’t answer.

you moved past him, brushing your shoulder against his as you went. “don’t talk to me like you had me, dominic. because you didn’t.”

—

for the next few days, everything in the villa felt like static.

bella tried harder. you didn’t care.

you and jaylen grew closer. dominic cared too much.

and when another game was announced — one that involved physical challenges and surprise dares — you knew the producers were leaning into the mess.

but that was love island.

and you weren’t here to play safe.

—

a/n: yikes!! guys i most likely will post the next part tonight!!

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Never even seen love island but I’m so invested in the series love it!!!!

AHH APPRECIATE IT

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are the chris girls okay??

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love island series!!

part { 6 }

꣑ৎ { user x dominic fike} ꣑ৎ

{ ! } contains: jealousy,new bombshell, you being single and vulnerable, man stealing , making out, curse words.. etc

bella walked in like she’d been waiting her whole life for this exact moment.

it was the middle of the afternoon, sun hot over the villa. most of you were sprawled around the pool — you with your feet in the water, dominic behind you on a lounger, his legs hooked around yours. it felt easy, natural, like things were finally starting to settle. he’d spent the morning pressed close, murmuring dumb shit in your ear that still made your stomach flip. you were trying not to be obvious about how happy it made you.

then bella, the new bombshell strolled through the gates.

she was in a tiny black bikini, a sheer little skirt tied at her waist, dark hair falling in glossy waves down her back. her skin was glowing, makeup sharp, lips shiny. the villa basically went silent. someone — probably jake — let out a low “fuck me.”

bella smiled like she’d been expecting it. gave a tiny wave, then sat herself right on the edge of a lounger, legs crossed, shoulders back. she started chatting with the guys one by one, bright laugh carrying across the courtyard. but even then, it was obvious who she actually wanted.

her eyes kept cutting to dominic. he tried to play it cool, rubbing your leg where his hand rested, but you felt the tension roll through him. you watched bella watch him — and felt something cold twist in your gut.

—

later, you and dominic were on one of the swing chairs, tucked in together. he had his arm draped over your shoulders, thumb brushing your collarbone in slow passes. it wasn’t even a big conversation, just him teasing you about how bad your accent impressions were, you laughing into his chest.

then bella walked up.

she didn’t bother being subtle. stood right in front of you two, arms folded under her chest, head cocked slightly.

“hey, sorry to interrupt,” she said, though her tone made it obvious she wasn’t actually sorry. “mind if i steal dominic for a chat?”

you stiffened immediately. dominic’s thumb paused. you glanced up at him, feeling weirdly small under her gaze. he didn’t look at you — just scrubbed a hand through his hair, let out a sigh that was almost like he was flattered by the attention.

“sure,” he said finally, voice low. “yeah, okay.”

you wanted to protest, say no, tell her to fuck off. but the cameras were right there, and besides, that wasn’t how this worked. so you just nodded, tried to keep your expression neutral as dominic slipped off the swing. he squeezed your shoulder once — almost like an apology — then followed bella toward the daybeds.

you sat there alone, heart sinking, trying to swallow down the humiliation burning at the back of your throat.

—

the next night was the recoupling.. again. gosh how fast does time fly

bella stood there in her little white crop top and denim skirt, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. she barely even hesitated.

“i’d like to couple up with this boy because since the moment i walked in, he’s been so fit and funny and i feel like there’s a real spark. so… dominic.”

it felt like someone punched you right in the chest. that was dominic, your dominic.

dominic didn’t look at you when he stood. didn’t smile, didn’t do anything — just walked over to bella and let his hands slip around her waist. she looked smug as hell. you tried to keep your face calm for the cameras, but your stomach was in knots.

you were left standing there, single and vulnerable, while everyone else hugged their partners. hell, even jake was interacting with a girl in the villa. you were the only. single one. your person now wasnt your person and it killed you to stand up there. alone.

—

the next few days were hell.

bella was all over dominic. pulling him to sit by her at breakfast, tugging him into the pool, draping herself across his lap. she laughed extra loud when you were near, shot you sly looks over his shoulder. dominic tried to keep some distance — sometimes you caught his eyes drifting to where you sat with the girls, or lingering a little too long when you changed by the pool. but he didn’t push bella away. didn’t stop her hands on his chest, her lips at his ear.

you kept telling yourself it was the game. but it didn’t stop it from hurting.

—

then the producers threw a party.

everyone was told to go all out — “think biggest night out energy,” one of the handlers said. so you did.

your dress was a deep wine red, strapless, fitted like it was sewn directly onto your skin, the fabric clinging to every curve. your hair was blown out in soft waves, lips painted a sharp dark nude, your eyes smoked and lined until they looked like they could kill.

when you stepped out onto the lawn, the reaction was instant.

“holy shit,” someone muttered.

even bella’s expression faltered. she looked you up and down, eyes narrowing slightly before she plastered on a sweet fake smile. dominic? he went dead silent. his hand, which had been resting on bella’s lower back, dropped to his side. his eyes trailed over you, slow and deliberate, throat bobbing like he’d just swallowed hard.

for the first time in days, you felt like you had a little power back.

—

the rest of the night was tense

bella kept trying to dance with dominic, twirling and laughing, but his eyes kept darting to you across the courtyard. every time your laugh rang out, every time your hand brushed someone’s arm, he looked. you let it happen. everybody dancing, you shook ass here and there. dominic’s jaw clenched so tight it was noticeable from far.

bella noticed too. she tugged dominic’s face down to hers, whispered something that made his mouth twitch. you didn’t know what she said, but his eyes went dark, hands fisting at his sides

—

that night, after the party wound down, taking off your makeup quickly to avoid contact with anyone. being in a empty bed was.. an unfamiliar feeling.

3 AM;

you didnt hear any tip toes or anything.

then a hand wrapped around your wrist, gentle but firm, and you looked up to see dominic. his hair was a mess, eyes dark and blown out, breathing a little too hard.

“ get up, come on,” he muttered, barely above a whisper.

“dom, what—”

“just come.”

he pulled you out of bed. the cameras were mostly shut down for the night — or so he thought. he didn’t look back, just dragged you across the villa grounds, out past the kitchen, up the stairs that led to soul ties.

the second you were both sat on the soul ties bed, you rubbed your eyes and before you could know what wad going on dominic grabs your face rough.

his mouth crashed onto yours like he’d been holding back for weeks. it was rough, teeth clashing, lips parting on ragged breaths. your hands flew up into his hair, pulling hard, and he groaned — actually groaned, low in his throat, pressing his hips flush against you.

“fuck, you looked so good tonight,” he muttered, voice wrecked, lips brushing your jaw, your ear, your throat. “couldn’t— couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

his hands slid under your tee, palms hot on your bare waist, dragging you closer. your back arched, hips grinding into his automatically. he kissed you again, deeper, tongue sliding against yours, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw while the other squeezed your ass so hard it made you gasp.

“been trying to be good,” he breathed against your mouth. “for the game, for bella, whatever. couldn’t fucking do it. not when you look at me like that.”

you pulled him back down, biting his lower lip, and he made a desperate sound that went straight between your legs. your thighs clenched, your whole body on fire.

you didn’t care about bella, about the cameras, about any of it. not in that moment. you just wanted him.

his mouth was everywhere — your neck, your collarbone, back to your lips. your hands pushed under his shirt, nails scraping over his stomach, feeling him shiver. he pressed his forehead to yours, breath hot and ragged.

“tell me to stop,” he whispered.

you didn’t. you just pulled him in again.

he groans and rushes to take his shirt off, he groans. “all yours, and .. dont for a second think i was bellas. only yours.”

you smirk and sit on top of him. “yeah?”

……. (i think we all know what happended.. i can write a separate part for the sex scene if you guys want that…)

—

later, when you finally stumbled back to bed — lips swollen, skin flushed, your legs still a little shaky — you didn’t know that the cameras tucked by the trees had caught it all.

you’d find out soon enough. but for now, you just lay in the dark, heart hammering, dominic’s scent still on your skin, and thought, finally.

—

a/n : i know i created bella.. but she pmo so bad

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this girl is FUCKING EMBARRASSING… and delusional!

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love island series!!!

part { 5 }

꣑ৎ { user x dominic fike} ꣑ৎ

{ ! } contains: jealousy, villa games & challenges (reality show style), intense sexual tension, very heated + prolonged makeout in front of everyone, possessive physical affection (grabbing, pulling close), minor angst, coupling ceremony with emotional payoff, references to past hookups, a rival girl being petty, lots of swearing, and all lowercase style.

you honestly thought things were settled after that night on the patio. dom showing up at your door after midnight, that quiet, desperate kiss. the way you’d dragged him inside like you were starved. the slow, heated mess of your bodies tangling up in your bed. the whispered confessions against your shoulder.

the next morning had felt weird — good weird. lighter than it had in weeks. dominic even sat next to you at breakfast, thigh pressed warm against yours under the table, hand sneaking over to squeeze your knee like he couldn’t quite help it. alyssa had glared holes through your head the whole time but neither of you said anything.

by the afternoon though, it was like it had never happened. not that dom was ignoring you again — it was the opposite. he was still touching you in small ways. brushing his fingers along your arm when he passed, leaning over your shoulder when you were writing in your journal. but it was softer. like you two had an unspoken agreement to keep it quiet. maybe even see where it went on your own time.

so when the producers announced another nighttime villa challenge — “kiss to claim,” the host called it — you weren’t that worried.

it was pretty simple. each person would step forward, pick whoever they wanted to kiss, and that person could either accept or decline. whoever got the most dramatic, longest, or hottest kiss by audience vote would win a private overnight. it was the villa’s most shameless stunt yet, guaranteed to rile people up.

the line of contestants snaked forward. people picked safe kisses, flirty pecks. a couple couples went overboard, grinding a little just for the camera. you tried to look chill, sitting on the low bench with your ankles crossed, ignoring how your heart sped up every time someone else stepped out.

you didn’t even think about who you’d pick. you’d decided on some harmless guy — jake, who you were technically still coupled with. a safe friend choice. not because you didn’t want dominic, but because you thought it might be smart to keep it under wraps. avoid more alyssa-fueled bullshit. plus you figured dom wouldn’t want to make a spectacle either. he’d barely been able to look you in the eye when the challenge rules were explained.

then it was dominic’s turn.

your breath caught when he stepped up, hands shoved in the pockets of his baggy jeans, chain glinting against his collarbone under the bright overhead lights. the villa was dead silent. everyone was watching him. a few girls were whispering, probably hoping he’d pick them. alyssa was practically vibrating beside you.

but dominic’s eyes were already locked on you.

he didn’t say anything. didn’t smile. just walked straight over, slow and deliberate, until he was standing in front of you. you blinked up at him, confused, feeling your stomach drop.

“dom…” you started, voice small, because you genuinely hadn’t expected this.

he didn’t give you time to finish. he grabbed your wrist, tugged you up off the bench, and before you could react his mouth was on yours.

it wasn’t a sweet tv-friendly kiss. it was filthy. the second your lips touched he groaned low in his chest and cupped your jaw, tilting your head exactly how he wanted it. your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as his tongue slipped past your lips. the entire villa exploded — whoops, shouts, laughter. you barely heard any of it.

dom’s other hand slid around your waist, gripping tight, hauling you up against him. he kissed you like he was starving. open-mouthed, hungry, teeth catching your bottom lip, tongue chasing yours so deep it made your knees go weak. your hands slid up into his hair, yanking just a little, pulling him impossibly closer.

his hand moved down, gripping your ass, squeezing hard enough to pull a shocked gasp from you that he swallowed down eagerly. your hips rocked forward, grinding right into him — you couldn’t help it. he cursed into your mouth, low and wrecked, then did it again.

it went on way too long. way longer than anyone else’s kiss that night. you were vaguely aware of the host awkwardly clearing their throat, trying to keep the game moving. someone called out, half-laughing, “yo, time! we get it!”

but dominic didn’t stop. if anything he deepened it, hands sliding up under the back of your shirt, warm palms on your bare skin, mouth moving to your neck to suck a mark just under your ear. your breath came out in sharp, desperate little pants, and you clung to him like he was the only solid thing keeping you upright.

finally, when you were sure your legs would give out entirely, he pulled back just enough to look at you. his pupils were blown wide, lips red and wet, chest heaving. he didn’t say anything. didn’t have to. the look on his face was enough to turn your stomach inside out.

he still hadn’t taken his hands off you when the host finally stammered, “uh, i think we have a winner.”

the villa erupted into cheers and half-mocking applause. someone wolf-whistled. alyssa’s expression was a mask of cold fury. you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. you were too busy trying to catch your breath, your hands still tangled in dom’s shirt, feeling him press one last slow, filthy kiss to the corner of your mouth before finally letting go.

—

the next morning was chaos.

the game footage had been clipped into highlight reels already, replaying on everyone’s phones. people kept coming up to you, teasing, nudging your shoulder, saying things like “damn, that was intense,” or “i thought you two were gonna fuck right there on the lawn.” you laughed it off, cheeks burning, pretending it was all no big deal.

but inside you were still buzzing. every time you caught dom’s eye across the villa, your stomach flipped. it felt like the ground under your feet wasn’t entirely stable anymore.

that afternoon, the recoupling announcement came.

you’d been lowkey dreading it — torn between what you thought you should do and what you wanted. jake gave you a little shoulder bump right before, murmuring, “hey, no pressure. we’re good either way, yeah?” you nodded gratefully. he was the only uncomplicated thing left in this place.

then they called your name.

you stepped forward, heart racing. looked out at the line of boys. at dominic, who was standing with his arms crossed, watching you under heavy lashes.

you opened your mouth. meant to pick leo. keep it easy. keep it drama-free.

but when your eyes met dom’s, everything else fell away.

you took a deep breath. “i wanna couple up with this boy because… he drives me insane in the worst and best ways. because even when we’re trying to be smart about it, we can’t seem to stay away from each other. and because last night made it pretty clear where my head’s really at.”

you paused, eyes finding dominic’s. his expression didn’t change, but something in his shoulders relaxed, just a fraction.

“so… dominic.”

he didn’t move for a second. just blinked at you, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. then he let out a slow, wrecked laugh, rubbing a hand over his mouth before stepping forward to wrap you up in his arms.

you buried your face in his shoulder, breathing him in. his hand cradled the back of your head, mouth pressing against your hair.

when you finally pulled back, there was a grin on his face you hadn’t seen in weeks. almost boyish. almost relieved.

alyssa didn’t clap. didn’t smile. you felt her glare like heat on your skin. but for once, you didn’t care at all.

later that night, dom pulled you aside under the pergola lights, hands framing your face, kissing you slow and deep until your chest ached.

“bout time,” he murmured against your lips.

and you didn’t say anything. just smiled, curled your hands in his t-shirt, and kissed him again.

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guyss for people that are invested in the Dominic love island series. I’ve literally been working on part five for days now and it keeps deleting every time I save it and like anytime I’m post it. It’s just like go somewhere where I don’t really know where it goes like it just like disappears, so yeah might take a little while for me to check on that. I’m so sorry 

[mattslvrxo]

i’m eating up the dom love island fic. PLEASE don’t stop writing it🙏🙏🙏

AYYY MAYBEEE I WAS WORKING ON IT LAST NIGHT AND UHM.. it didnt save. soooo im gonna do it again tn