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You Plead, and You Say - Dominic Fike

Summary: You miss each other sometimes — 18+

Warnings/Content Ahead: CHEATING (not done by or on Dom), Reader's actions are heavily questionable (dom's too lowkey), but we love complex characters! dry-humping, unprotected p in v, exhibitionism, fem receiving oral, bathroom stuff cause reader has a bladder (no piss kink, i promise), angst is real heavy

A/N: Inspired by the song Softly by Mannequin Pussy (check them out, they’re great!). No, I don't condone cheating but it was fun to write about. Most angsty Dom fic I’ve written and wowzers…started for fun and finished as a gift for my best friend's birthday lol. Nothing says “I love you, happy b-day bestie” like a good ol’ fic about cheating with the one and only Dom Fike! There will be NO part 2 for this one, it ends where it ends <3 If you see any grammatical errors...no you didn't

(don't steal or repost my writing on any platforms as yours cause that's unoriginal)

Word Count: 11.7k (jinkies!)

“W-we can’t keep doing this,” You gasp into the mouth that’s licking into yours.

Rapacious hands grab handfuls of your skin as the shirt on your body is pulled up to expose your chest. The mouth moves from your lips to kiss along your jawline and down your neck, it laughs against you when it registers your words. “You always say that.”

“I mean it this time.”

“You always say that too,” He mumbles against your breast before capturing a nipple in his mouth. You throw your head back and moan from the sensation until you’re cut off by a hand covering your mouth.

“Shh,” Dominic shushes you with a taunting smirk on his face. “Don’t want your boyfriend to hear us.”

It wasn’t supposed to go this far.

You weren’t supposed to be in such a tantalizing position with your ex-boyfriend in the bathroom of someone’s house. You weren’t supposed to keep answering his calls after the first time, and the second time, and the third.

And he wasn’t supposed to be at this fucking party.

But fate has a twisted way of showing itself sometimes, and it turns out -- you missed each other more than either of you would like to admit.

___

It started out like most heartbreaks do.

The relationship ended because Dominic couldn’t provide you with the things you needed in a relationship -- which was stability. Dominic wasn’t a horrible lover; he was actually one of the best ones you have had over the years, but you couldn’t ignore his destructive habits and the effects they had on you.

And one day, it just became too much.

You were tired of him shutting you out, you waiting for him to open back up to you again, and pieces of yourself becoming lost as he allowed more and more distance to come between the two of you.

So, you woke up and decided enough was enough, and you left.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, you began to find a natural footing for yourself in the world.

You cried less and less over what could’ve been and woke up with a sense of hope for what was coming. One day a photo popped up in your memories that showed Dominic embracing you with a shit-eating grin on his face — and you felt nothing.

Because you were over Dominic and ready to continue your life without him.

So, you did.

You outgrew the friends you had with him and made some of your own. You entered a new relationship with someone who listened to and cared for you. You started carving out time to find out more about you and your hobbies and interests.

Everything was going great for you and you were happy.

You were over Dominic, you truly were.

But then you saw him again one day while you were out.

Months had passed and you were out grabbing snacks to refill the cabinet reserved for you Mason’s place.

A small smile crosses your face at the thought of him as you browse the shelves for the specific chip brand you like. Then a movement catches your attention from your peripheral.

And when you saw him, he saw you too.

Time felt like it had stopped for an agonizing minute as everything you thought you had gotten over suddenly came rushing over you. There he stood at the end of the aisle -- the aisle you just so happened to be on, and he froze when he locked eyes with you too.

Suddenly images of his smile, the sound of his laugh, and the way his lips felt against yours flash through your mind all at once, and the sight of him alone is enough to make you breathless.

And it didn’t help that he still looked so good after all this time.

It was he who approached you first. Your figure watching him is frozen as he begins to stride towards where you stand.

“Hey,” He greets you once he’s close enough, attempting to appear casual as he slides his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans.

You blink at him for a moment, chips mid-air as you hold them between the basket in your grasp and the shelf. “Uh, hey.”

“It’s…” He trails off with a sarcastic chuckle as he looks down at his feet, awkwardly shuffling on them. “It’s been a while.”

And it honestly had been.

The last time you saw him, his hair barely touched his ears, and now it covers them completely. Ink covers his skin in more places than you originally remembered, and his bicep fills out the shirt he wears more fully -- time appears to be doing him well.

So that’s why it’s so easy for you to be honest when you agree, “Yeah, it has.”

You stare at him for a second, licking your lips as you collect your thoughts. You watch as his eyes drift down to follow the action, and you try your best to ignore the way it stirs the feeling of satisfaction somewhere deep in your gut.

“What are you doing on this side of town?” The question brings his eyes back to yours.

“Caught up with Reed and Max,” The names startle you, having not heard or thought of them for a long time now. “I was going home, but I remembered how great the bakery is here…” He trails off, loosely gesturing to the pastry section towards the back of the store.

You were the one who put him onto the cookies they sell. Sure, they make them the exact same way at any other store, but there was something about this one that made them better.

Perhaps it was because it was him you were sharing them with.

“Ah,” You nod with recognition, an unconscious smile coming across your face at the memories that pass through from the seeing display in the distance. “Looks like I taught you well.”

He chuckles at your words, a shy hand going to rub the back of his head.

“Yeah, you did,” A beat of silence passes between the two of you, and he appears to be working up the courage to say, “You wanna…catch up sometime?”

The look of hesitation must read clear on your face as he immediately tries to retract his previous question.

“You know what, don’t -- don’t answer that. That was weird to ask.”

“It’s not…” Your next words almost surprised you as much as they did him. “I’d like that, actually.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a small smirk beginning to cover his lips. “That’s cool too then. When…when are you free?”

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, and you still for a moment. It’s probably Mason.

But then you see the way Dominic’s looking at you, and it causes things you haven’t felt since the day you left to come up again. Your phone remains untouched in the denim as you tell him. “I’m not doing anything after this…”

And Dominic’s quick to take the bait.

A smile creeps onto his face when he asks you, “You wanna go for a drive? Like old times?”

-—-

Then you were in his car, back in the same passenger seat you’d sat in so many times before.

It still looked the same -- but you don’t know what you expected it to look like after all this time.

A familiar tune begins to blare through the speakers of the vehicle, and you laugh to yourself as you reach over to turn the song up a notch, an unconscious habit that seems to still be instilled in you somewhere.

“Oh shit, Mason loves this song,” You utter without thinking, the memory of the man singing loudly to the tune as he drove you back from your parent's place comes to mind upon hearing the familiar intro.

You feel a sweep of guilt overcome you at the thought of him, but Dominic’s voice is piping up, temporarily pushing the feeling aside.

“Who’s Mason?”

“He’s…” You bite your lip, hesitating before you answer, “...my boyfriend.”

Dominic glances over at you, before quickly looking back to the road; he seemingly processes your words and you notice the corner of his lip twitches downward. He nods before he replies, “Wow…that's uh -- that’s great.”

You chuckle, a bit awkwardly as you can see through his facade, and you don’t know if the feeling curling inside you is relief for getting that off your chest, or smugness at seeing the effect of you moving on has on him. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool.”

“So…” Dominic starts, trying to appear casual as he leans back into his seat, draping his hand around the steering wheel. “Tell me about him.”

You scoff, a smirk edging onto your face at his attempt at playing apathetic. “What do you want to know?’

“I dunno,” He shrugs as he keeps his eyes trained on the road in front of him. “Is he treating you right? Is he good to you?”

You can’t suppress the genuine smile that crosses your face -- Mason is a good guy.

You two met at the pottery class you frequented at the beginning of your breakup. You didn’t even like pottery, but you were trying to put yourself out there and try something new to distract yourself from the aches and pains of having lost Dominic at the time.

He sat next to you for the first couple of classes you had, and you two exchanged small talk that evolved into inside jokes about the instructor with the birthmark shaped like the state of Arkansas.

You weren’t even thinking of entering another relationship.

But after class one day, you had forgotten your phone, and you turned to see Mason's form jogging after you as you walked to your car. When he gave you your phone back, he also gave you a time and a date to meet for dinner.

And it was history from there.

Mason is handsome, funny, and considerate, and you love him -- you really do.

“So what are you doing in your ex’s car?” A harsh voice bangs against the back of your mind.

But you ignore the voice with a grimace before answering your ex-boyfriend’s question. “Yeah, he’s good to me.”

“Good,” Dominic answers, defeat laced in his tone as he tightens his hold on the steering wheel. “You deserve that.”

And though his words hold the weight of the promises that were broken following the end of your relationship, they still had a part of you warming from them.

“I’m uh -- I’m sorry by the way…” He speaks up again before another wave of silence can come between you two, and you turn in your seat to look at him as he speaks. Even in his profile, you can see the nervousness radiating from him. “For how we ended and shit.”

You nod, knowing the night he’s referencing and the frustration beforehand that led to your blowup. You’re about to reply when he’s speaking again.

“Things were coming up for me that I didn’t know how to deal with at the time, and instead of being real with you about it, I shut you out,” He explains, the sincerity in his tone making your heart clench. “And I’m so sorry for that.”

You tug your lip between your teeth as you allow his words to settle in the space of his car.

“I appreciate you saying that.”

And you meant it. Though it didn’t take away the pain of what transpired, it warmed a part of you to know he reflected, and that he’s hopefully in a better place from it all.

“I hope things are working out better for you now. You deserve some happiness too.”

Your words make his lips quirk into a small smile. “Just some? Wow, I see how it is.”

“Can’t take it all at once, Fike,” You tell him through a laugh. “Gotta be considerate with it so you can enjoy it while it’s there.”

And then he’s pulling up to a stoplight, and he’s looking at you.

Really looking since you’ve been in his car. And you find yourself looking back with the same expression.

“I’ve missed you, you know,” His eyes look between yours to gouge your reaction to his words, but he couldn’t see the way your heart beats so fast that it begins to sink in your chest from the weight of this moment and the all-too-familiar curl of want and yearning you feel brewing in you the longer you looked at him.

He’s missed you, and though you couldn’t consciously admit it to yourself -- maybe you’ve missed him too.

“The light’s green.”

Is the only response you give him as you look toward the passing landscape, and attempt to shake off the wave of nostalgia that passes over you.

Dominic turns back to the road with a smirk on his face, and you pretend that you don’t know his laugh is because he sees right through you.

But despite your resistance, you couldn’t help the swirl of affection that whines and ebbs within that familiar place in your heart upon being so close to him again. You couldn’t ignore the way his words affected you or the way he keeps casting heated glances in your direction when he thinks you’re not looking.

And somehow, Dominic ended up on the side of the road with you in his lap, and his tongue down your throat.

You rut your hips into him, feeling his desire pressing against his jeans and into the pooling wetness that your panties barely keep contained.

The grip he has on you is tight as he guides you along his hardness, aiding in the movement of your hips as you chase the high you feel building within your lower stomach. You moan into the other’s mouth as your lips become reacquainted again after so much time has passed.

But some things still remain the same as he knows where to touch you to get you going, you know that nibbling on his earlobe will have him bucking into you, and he knows that swirling his tongue against yours will have you close to falling apart in seconds.

“Shit!” You pull away with a gasp as your orgasm pierces through you, making you tense atop of the man below as he watches with stars in his eyes.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” He breathes against your lips, taking in how you still mewl and writhe when you cum. His hand comes up to move the hair that’s gotten into your face before he caresses your cheek in his hand, giving you time to breathe as you come back to earth. “Was that good?”

You blink your eyes open to look at him and feel choked by the emotion you see in his gaze. It reminds you of the happier times just like this in his car; simpler times when you two were in love and nothing was coming between that.

And it made you angry when you realized the reality of where you are now.

Without answering his question, you remove his hand from your face, and tangle your hand in his hair, causing him to let out a loud whine that echoes in the car.

You force his head back against the seat and grind your hips hard against his, just the way he likes, before you take the lobe of his ear between your teeth, and suck.

His body trembles beneath yours as he holds you tight and pressed to him.

His clothes hips lazily thrust upwards into yours as he gasps your name, and each syllable of it rings through your head, down to your heart, and off into the void.

He only releases you once you can feel his heartbeat slow beneath his shirt. You part from one another with a deep sigh and awkwardly adjust yourselves back into your respective seats as the wet fabric of your pants sticks to you.

You steal a glance at him, and he’s already watching you. A wet spot sits on the front of his jeans where you once sat, his hair messy, lips red and bitten, and a vulnerable look in his eye as he takes you in.

But you avert your gaze, moving to buckle your seatbelt before turning towards the door. Your voice comes out quiet when you finally pipe up, “Could you drop me back off to my car?”

You can feel his stare burning into the side of your face, but you refuse to look at him, choosing to look at the trees outside of the window as you come to terms with what you just did.

Who you just did it with.

You thought you were over him -- things were supposed to be different.

After another beat of silence when he realizes that’s all he’s getting from you right now, he sighs.

“Yeah, I can do that.”

And then the car starts, and he pulls off without another word.

___

“This can’t happen again,” You had told him the moment he pulled into the space next to where you left your car parked. “I-I’ve moved on, and I’m happy. I don’t need you swooping back in and making shit complicated.”

Dominic chuckles as he rests his head against the seat, turning to you with a raised brow. “Did you have that conclusion before or after you came on top of me?”

And you couldn’t even be mad at the snarkiness in his tone -- you brought this upon yourself.

Without responding, you shake your head as you reach into the backseat to collect your bag full of snacks, which you should have grabbed and left with immediately upon seeing him.

Your hand barely grazes the doorknob before his hand grasps your arm. You turn back to him with a straight face, ready for this all to be over and for you to get home and pretend nothing happened.

“Hey, I…I shouldn’t have said that,” He says softly, and your demeanor cracks just a smidge. Your hand drops from the door as you look at him and he uses the action as an opportunity to continue. “I just…I still want to see you.”

Your brows raise in disbelief, baffled he would propose such a thing. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“It doesn’t have to be like today, okay?” He adds, seeing he’s losing you again right before his eyes. “We were friends too once upon a time. I just wanna hang out sometime, I mean it.”

But you both knew that regardless of either of your intentions, something was bound to transpire if you two were to come together.

Today was a testament to that.

You look at him for a while, taking in the man who was there one moment, gone the next, and then back again. You didn’t want to admit that his words struck a chord in you because you still wanted to see him too -- no matter what came from the interaction.

And that’s what made things much worse.

If anyone were to ask, you’d blame the fact that you were trying to get home before Mason became too worried about your whereabouts as the reason for you reluctantly telling him:

“...Yeah, I’d like that too.”

With one last lingering glance between the two of you, you took your bags and exited his car before getting into your own.

Dominic sits and watches as you pull off and how your car disappears with the blur of the others as you drive away. It took him a while to leave after you did, too caught up in the rush of emotions that overtook him upon seeing you after not believing he would again.

As he stared at the logo on his steering wheel, he clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached.

___

When you returned home to your boyfriend's embrace, you could still feel the lingering press of Dominic’s mouth on your skin, the way his hands tightened around you as he came in his jeans, and the way your panties stuck to you with the evidence of your previous deeds.

As Mason walks to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of you, you reach for your phone upon seeing it light up

A text from a number you despise you could recognize lights up your screen saying:

Unknown: Lmk when you want to catch up again

___

The second time it happened, you and Mason had gotten into an argument.

You storm out of his place in tears, slamming the door to your car as soon as you enter it. The fight replays heavily in your mind as you hear your voice screaming at him: “Just give me some fucking space! I can’t take being over here anymore!”

You stare at the message that sits unanswered from two days ago on your phone; the ball being in your court on whether or not you see Dominic again.

But as if he could sense you from wherever he was, another message lights up your phone.

Unknown Number: Wyd?

The phone clenches tighter into your hand upon sending the message. You sit there, one hand on the steering wheel, and the other holding the opened message on the screen in front of you.

Despite your hesitance, you know your mind's made up as soon as your fingers begin typing.

You: Nothing

You hesitate to type anything else, but he doesn’t give you the chance to ponder as you watch the bubble pop up with the three dots. Then, another message is splayed across your screen.

Unknown Number: Wanna come over?

The message makes a shiver run down your spine and an ever-distant ache present between your legs.

You think of your last encounter, the way his hands slotted right back onto your hips as you ground yourself onto his lap. The way his moans tasted against your lips as he writhed beneath you. The way you felt so snug in his grip like you had never gone without it to begin with.

This was a bad idea and you should stop while you’re still ahead.

But then you hear the way he moaned your name into your neck as he came beneath you with a shiver, and you tossed your phone into the passenger seat beside you.

Then you start the car.

___

When he opens the door to his place, there’s a smirk already on his face. “Thought you weren’t coming.”

You stare at him from the doorway, still not yet stepping into his place. Your throat runs dry when you notice his attire consists of a pair of low-riding sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt.

This was a bad idea.

“I almost didn’t,” You admit to him, watching as he steps aside to allow you to enter.

“Well, I’m glad you did.”

You take a hesitant step forward, the part of you that feels bad for doing this to Mason becoming more and more muted and drowned out by the waves of his presence.

You take a look around and notice he’s changed things around since the last time you were here. More pictures decorate the walls and new pieces have been added -- you can only wonder about the other things that have changed since you were last here.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” His voice pipes up behind you and you turn to see him motioning towards the kitchen.

“Uh…” You trail off, unsure as you try to focus on anything that isn’t him and his scent that seems to be wafting from every corner of this place and his terrible choice of attire for a hangout that’s supposed to be innocent. “Surprise me.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do,” He chuckles before departing from the room and leaving you to stand in the middle of a place that once felt so much like home.

You listen to him rummage around in the kitchen as memories you hadn’t thought of in a long time press themselves to the forefront of your mind.

Before you know it, you’re thinking of the last time you were here, and the memories leave you frozen in your spot as they hit you.

“You’re an asshole, Dominic!”

The man chuckles at your words, but it’s humorless and the smile on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he fiddles with his fingers.

“Yeah, I know.”

“All this shutting people out -- shutting me out, isn't going to do anything but leave you alone and miserable,” You tell him harshly, storming past him toward your once-shared bedroom. “And I refuse to stand around and watch you do that to yourself any longer.”

He follows behind you, watching your moves with vacant eyes as you grab a bag from the closet. “What are you doing?”

“Something you obviously want me to do at this point,” You hiss at him, grabbing a t-shirt from your dresser and stuffing it into your bag. You’d have to come back at another time to get the rest of your clothes, but you’re not worried about that right now.

A hand comes down to snatch the next shirt from your hand before you can place it in your bag, and you turn to him with frustration in your eyes. “The fuck are you doing?!”

“Y-You don’t have to do this, babe,” He says, voice sounding strained at the end as he realizes how far you’ve been pushed.

You scoff as you rip the shirt from his hand and shove it in your bag before you start packing some jeans and shorts too. He’s on you the entire time, blubbering nonsense about you staying, about you talking to him so things could get fixed, but you were having none of it.

By the time you were done packing, he was standing in the doorway of the room, attempting to block you from leaving. “Baby, please don’t do this.”

“Then tell me what’s going on with you!” You shout at him, exhausted and exasperated from this roller-coaster he keeps putting you on. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can be there for you!”

But you’re met with silence as he looks down at the floor, accepting the inevitable defeat of losing you.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and if it were any other time, you would have walked over and brought his face in your hands as you kissed them away.

But you’re not doing that anymore.

You don’t have it in you.

With one last heavy sigh, you look at the man who you love so dearly, and you shove past him out of the room, and away from everything you attempted to build together.

And though you’d never know -- Dominic fell to his knees and sobbed when he heard the door click.

You shake yourself from your thoughts, not wanting to get caught up in something that obviously doesn’t matter now -- you’re right back where you started after all.

Dominic walks back in with two glasses in his hands and you gladly accept the one he holds out for you, using his presence as a hopeful distraction from anything else that might stir up within you.

But his presence is the very cause of the feelings you feel and they’re coming back full force.

“Thanks,” You say, gesturing the glass towards him before taking a sip. You giggle to yourself when you taste the familiar tang of…”Root beer?”

He smiles at you from behind his cup, lips pink and wet from where the drink fizzled on his mouth. “Best drink out there.”

“Next to apple juice, of course.” You add almost immediately.

You didn’t play about apple juice.

“We’re talking sodas here, try to stay on track,” He playfully chastised as he watched you refamiliarize yourself with his home.

Despite his shifting of the furniture, your eyes still spot an old photo of you perched on a table, and your heart stutters when you realize he never put it up.

He follows your gaze and lets out an awkward chuckle at your discovery. “Yeah, I uh — couldn’t find it in me to throw it away, and the space looked so…empty without anything there.”

“So you settled for the happy medium,” You attempt humor, but there are too many reminders of what used to be and what isn’t for it to come out as genuine as you would like.

“I settled for pieces of you since I can’t have all of you,” He admits, keeping his solemn gaze locked on the photograph.

And you know you’re going to regret what you’re about to do, but in this moment, he reminded you of everything you wanted him to be before you left; open.

So you set your glass down before you walk over to him. He mirrors your actions and meets you in the middle, until you’re standing right in front of one another.

He looks at you, lips parted as he sucks in a breath, trying to control himself from having you so close to him again.

But you’re the one pulling him into you, much like you did in the car, and you’re kissing again.

And this kiss differs from the one you shared in the vehicle. That one was full of desperation and passion from being reunited and not knowing when you’d be seeing one another again.

This one was none of the sort.

It was slow, and full of all the things you both wanted to say, but couldn’t find the words for. His tongue explored your mouth and became familiarized with your flavor again. His hands came up to cup your face and yours grasped onto his torso to pull him closer to you.

He tastes like the late nights you’d spent over at his place, like the weed you’d smoked before he would make love to you on the couch, like the laughter that spilled from his lips whenever you’d touched a sensitive spot on his body. He tastes the same, but that’s what makes it feel so different.

And then he’s pulling you into his bedroom.

The space looks so different but still feels like the room you had spent so many nights laughing, crying, and existing with him in.

When he lays you on the bed, the mattress still feels the same beneath your back, and his ceiling still has that one spot on it that reminds you of a star.

But you’re pulled from your nostalgic pinpoints when his lips meet your neck, and you pull away with a hiss.

“Hey-hey, wait,” You tell him breathlessly, and he’s pulling back in an instant, concern in his eyes.

“You alright? You wanna stop?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…” You trail off in your speech, hoping what you say won’t break the moment between the two of you. “Try not to leave any marks, okay?”

Something in him falters at your words, and a part of him almost wants to dive in and scatter bruises along your neck out of spite; just to show Mason that despite you lying in his bed at night, it’s him that you ran to.

It’s him that you’re with right now.

But instead, he gives you a tight-lipped smile and nods, “I gotchu. Teeth will be kept at a minimum.”

And then he’s laying soft, wet kisses against your skin, and he feels you relax into him.

Hands tug at the bottom of your shirt, and you’re quick to remove it from yourself. His breath catches in his throat when he sees you forwent a bra, but before he can take you in, you’re tugging on his shirt too.

He chuckles at the urgency present in your actions as you lift his shirt from off his body, and he raises his arms to aid your movements.

Once his shirt is gone, that’s when you pause.

Both of you using the opportunity to look at one another as the gap between the past and now folds in on itself. More tattoos are littered across his torso, and you reach a hand out to trace the ink with your finger.

“When’d you get this?” Your voice is like a feather when you speak.

“About a month ago,” His voice responded just as lightly.

“And this one?” Your finger travels to another to trace it and it leaves a burning line in its trail.

He doesn’t have to look to know which one you’re talking about. “A little after you left me.”

He watches you with intent eyes as you refamiliarize yourself with his skin; while he refamiliarizes himself with having you so close to him, back in his bed, and alone with him in his room -- even if it’s temporary.

Then your hand travels up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck as you pull him back into you; your lips connecting once more.

His hands come up to grasp your breasts, and you let out a loud whine, arching your chest into his exploring hands. He snickers against your mouth at the sound, pulling away to lean down and bring a nipple into his mouth.

Your hand is in his hair instantly, keeping his head against you as he flicks between the mounds of sensitive flesh.

His motions have your hips rutting against his chest as you feel your untouched heat burning into a flame as you yearn for stimulation.

And Dominic plans to fan those flames, lowering his kisses to trail along your stomach and down to the waistband of your shorts. This time, he’s the one to remove the article of clothing as he unbuttons them for you and slides them down your legs, lifting your hips to aid in the process.

“Fuck,” He curses when he sees the visible wet spot growing in your panties. He dips his finger down to run over your clothed wetness, and his lips curl into a smirk at the way you thrust into his motions. “Can I taste you?”

“Y-Yeah,” You answer, voice shaky with anticipation as he swipes his fingers over your cunt again, this time applying pressure to your clit.

Dominic doesn’t need to be told twice, hooking the side of your panties beneath his fingers to slide them off of you.

A string of your arousal connects to the fabric and breaks the further he pulls them down; his mouth watering at the sight as he throws your clothes haphazardly somewhere in the room before sliding between your parted legs.

“Damn, I almost forgot how fucking soaked you get,” He groans, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh before licking a stripe that leads straight to your cunt.

He digs in upon contact, his tongue knowing exactly where to lick and where to taste to have you leaking onto it and thrashing beneath him.

“D-Dominic, sh-shit!” You cry out beneath him. His nose bumps against your clit as he devours you, his own eyes fluttering as he loses himself in the taste, scent, sound, and feeling of you again. He reaches up and your breast is tight in his hand as he teases your nipple with the pad of his finger.

“O-Oh g-goddd!” Your back arches off the mattress as you cry out against him. His tongue laps against your pussy, drinking in your juices as they drip from out of you. Your legs clamp around his head when he moans against you, he himself deriving pleasure from seeing you lost in it

His hands grasp your hips, and one of them slings one of your legs over his shoulder. You watch his biceps flex as he holds you down in his grasp, and you know you’re not going anywhere.

Your hands tangle in his hair as you lose your train of thought, and can only think of feeling more and more of his tongue dancing between your swollen lips.

“You’re still so fucking sweet,” He mumbles against you before he dives back in, flicking his tongue against your leaking hole. You’re unashamed as you grind against his mouth, chasing a high that he knew he had you on the edge of because of the breathiness of your moans.

He wondered if Mason appreciated the sounds you made as much as he did. He wonders if Mason gets to see you like this -- if he could make you cum like this.

But he pushes the thought of the man away as he continues focusing on you and making you feel good.

When his lips close around your clit, and he suckles it into his mouth. That’s when your legs begin to shake and you’re cumming on his face with a loud groan of his name.

He groans from the force of your hands raking against his scalp, savoring a feeling he went so long without getting from you as he slurps up every drop you have to offer him, greedily flicking his tongue against your hole and clit to drink you dry.

You begin to whimper and whine when the stimulation becomes too much, and you have to bat his head away from you. “D-Dom, w-wait please.”

And almost begrudgingly, he pulls away; his breathing heavy and his lips shining wet from your essence spreading onto them. His hand rubs soothing circles on your thigh whilst you breathe through the last ebbings of your orgasm. “You wanna stop here?”

You’re quick to shake your head, no, much to his delight.

“W-Wanna feel you, Dom. P-Please, let me,” You whine, pawing at his sweats that present the outline of his desire for you.

A smug grin stretches upon his face, knowing he still has such an effect on you after all this time. He removes the layers from himself and throws them onto the floor to join your clothes. His cock slaps against his lower stomach, hard and leaking at the tip, and he doesn’t leave you waiting for much longer.

You suck in a breath when you feel the familiar feeling of his tip rubbing between your folds, and he gives you one more once-over before pushing in.

Your moan sounds like liquid honey in his ears as you adjust to the feeling of him in you again, his pace is slow as he fills you up, and he stops when his thighs are connected to the back of yours.

His hand clutches the pillow next to your head to steady himself, his own body trembling from being enveloped in the warmth of you once again.

It’s when your hips begin to grind against his, breathy whines spilling from your lips, that he begins to move in you.

As the initial burn from his cock sliding into your walls begins to dissipate, it’s replaced by a sweltering pleasure that leaves nearly pornographic moans to spill from your lips.

“That’s it, baby,” Dominic hisses his encouragement hearing you moan without inhibition below him.

He can’t look away from the way your lips part to allow the sinful sounds you make to escape, the way your brow scrunches from the contortion of overwhelming sensations coursing through you, and the way your hands paw at his body to pull him into you.

And it’s been so long since you’d been this close to him, it’s been so long since you’ve felt him like this and it makes your heart and your cunt flex around him at the realization.

Your hand moves to the back of his head, pushing him down to kiss you, and he leans in without resistance. Your tongues lock in a heavy, wet union as his hips continue to slap against yours.

“Shit,” He groans against your mouth, his cock twitching inside of you when he feels your teeth digging into his plush, bottom lip before bringing his lips back in for another pressing kiss.

Departing from you, he leans up to grab one of your legs and bring it over his shoulder. The shift has you groaning his name aloud, and he doesn’t hide the effect it has on him.

“Goddamn,” He sighs as he watches himself rock into you at the new angle, his member becoming wetter and wetter each time it exits from you. “You’re takin’ this shit so good.”

His hands keep a steady grip on you, and your nails rake down his back, the rich stretch of your pussy around his cock making you moan in delight, and he uses your sounds of pleasure to fuck himself into you even faster, increasing the pace of himself into you.

“F-Fuck,” You gasp, throwing your head back against the pillows as you grasp onto Dominic to keep yourself grounded, his pelvis rubs against your clit, increasing your slickness and the ease in which he manuevers in you.

He leans down to press a kiss against your jawline, and the sweep of butterflies you feel leaves you tingling all over along with his intoxicating motions.

And then your phone’s blaring ringtone cuts through the moment from where it sits on his nightstand. The sound causes the both of you to jump and to turn to the source of the noise.

His hips halt their movements into yours and he moves to grab it, ignoring your whine of protest when you recognize the assigned tone you’re hearing.

“Dom nooo, just ignore it,” You tell him as you claw at his shoulders, but he’s already focused on the device in his hands.

He feels a pang in his chest when he views the screen, seeing the photo of Mason kissing your cheek as you beam at the camera, but he covers it with a laugh, turning the screen to you while the phone still vibrates in his hand.

“Well, look who it is!”

“Dominic, put it down!” You say from below him, trying and failing to get your phone from his dodging hands.

“Maybe we should answer,” He says as he begins rolling his hips into yours again. The moan you let out ripples through him and he can’t help but moan with you. His next words come out raspy as his voice deepens, “Maybe we should let him hear how nasty his girlfriend gets.”

“O-Oh fuckkk,” You whine as you feel your orgasm beginning to approach. His initial teasing is forgotten as he throws your phone carelessly onto the bed, becoming lost in you again. His tip presses against your g-spot with each thrust, and your vision goes blurry as you grasp onto him, leaving moon-shaped crescents in his shoulders. “K-Keep g-goinggg.”

“Yeah, it’s good?” His words make your head spin and your cunt clench around him. One of your hands reaches down to play with your clit and the sight makes his cock twitch -- you’re so close. It spurs a determination in his motions as he keeps his pace consistent. “Does he fuck you like this? Can he handle this wet fucking pussy like I can?”

And then without another word, you’re creaming on his dick and seeing stars behind your eyes.

___

After a while, you began to lose track of how many times you’d find yourself back in Dominic’s bed when Mason was out, or while you were supposedly ‘running errands’ or meeting with an old friend.

Technically…that last one isn’t a lie.

You both had long dropped the facade of “wanting to hang out” and accepted the meetings for what they were: a way to be together without really being together.

But that didn’t make it any better.

The air is heavy in his living room, the couch holding your naked forms as you both lay sprawled out and sweaty from your previous activities.

You didn’t have the chance to make it to his bedroom before you two were wrapped in one another like so many times before.

You feel his seed drying between your thighs, and a sick part of you almost wants to leave it there to commemorate your time together. But you have plans with Mason later tonight and the last thing you needed him seeing was your ex’s dried semen on your legs.

You pull the kleenex from the table next to you to wipe the traces of him away, and Dominic snickers as he watches you.

“Seems like someone doesn’t appreciate my masterpiece.”

“Not when it’s running down my thighs,” You chide as you throw the used tissue on his table for him to get later before you turn to him with a playful grin. “Besides, I know for a fact you could do way better than this.”

“Is that a challenge?” He asks, already going to straddle you again with that look in his eye that makes your heart twist, but your hand comes up to stop him.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” You tell him, laughing as he sits back into the cushions with a pout. “You’ll have to redeem yourself another time, I have to go.”

You move to sit up from the couch, but his hand wraps around your wrist and stops you in your tracks. You turn to him with a raised brow and in turn, are met with his deep, imploring eyes already looking at you.

“You can stay…if you’d like,” He says softly, his voice hardly above a whisper as he casts a glance down at the cushions. His hand drops from your wrist as he realizes amid his thinking that he’s still holding onto it, and your skin burns from where his touch still lingers. He notices the lost look on your features and attempts to sneak some humor into his tone when he speaks again. “You don’t always have to rush like the cops are gonna bust in or some shit.”

You laugh at his words, the ridiculous image of a SWAT team busting through his windows to apprehend your naked forms coming to mind. You bite your lip as you try to ignore the glossy eyes and open expression he’s shooting your way.

You couldn’t allow yourself to give in -- it would make things worse than they already are.

Shaking your head to yourself, you stand from the couch on shaky legs and begin to sift through your clothes that were thrown onto the floor.

“It’s not SWAT I’m trying to escape,” You say, still giggling to yourself as you tug your panties back on with your shirt following soon after.

“It’s me.”

The shift in tone has you pausing, and you look down at his naked form still splayed on the couch, watching you get dressed with something doleful and longing present in his gaze.

You sigh, shoulders visibility dropping as you pause in your quest to get your jeans from where they were somehow kicked beneath the coffee table.

“Dom…you know that’s not what I meant,” You tell him, an edge of your own emotion leaking into your voice as you attempt to keep your frustration at bay. His eyes hold an old emotion you’re scared to name, and the air’s becoming too suffocating for you to breathe. “Listen, I really have to get going. Would you mind helping me find my clothes so you can walk me out?”

He stares at you for a while longer, seeing straight through your act. He looks as if he’s daring you to take the leap and show him something real since this has all begun.

But this isn’t real, it’s a sick caricature of what used to be and what isn’t anymore.

What’s real is the person waiting for you to finish visiting your ‘friend’ before you come back and plaster on a smile that you hope is convincing enough to trick both him and yourself.

Finally, the spell breaks and he accepts that’s all he’s getting from you today as he nods.

“Yeah…I’ll walk you out.”

You finished getting dressed in silence and by the time you’ve laced your shoes back up, he’s back in the sweatpants he was wearing when you had first arrived and standing near the door looking at you expectantly.

You walk over to him, keeping a brave face as you lean in to embrace him before you go. His arms wrap around you almost immediately, and his face finds that spot in your neck to dig itself into.

A part of you wishes you could stay like this forever, and it makes you sick.

You’re first to break the embrace as you reach behind him to turn the doorknob and walk through the threshold. You give him another look, a smile on your face that he knows isn’t as genuine as you’d like as you wave at him.

“I’ll see you again soon?” He asks hopefully, leaning against the door as he takes in your form before you depart.

“I don’t know yet…” You tell him honestly. Seeing him always leaves you feeling breathless, like the second you’re not with him anymore, your lungs forget how to work until you’re with him again. But now that breathless feeling is beginning to coincide with a feeling of pining -- and you can’t have that. “I might have things going on, but I’ll text you, okay?”

He stares at you as if he wishes to say more, but you lean in and give his lips a peck, and the action seems to wipe away any lingering thoughts he might have voiced. His expression shifts into a soft smile, cheeks blooming a dusty pink as he nods in response.

“Okay.”

You give him one last parting glance before you turn and start making your way to your car. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your back, and it takes everything in you not to turn around and run back into his arms to stay…just a little longer.

But that’s exactly why you needed the distance from him now.

Just as your hand grazes the door handle, your name is being called and you’re turning to look at him from where he stands with a look of confusion.

“Tell Mason I said hi!”

And the last thing he sees is you flipping him off before he closes his door with a laugh that rings in your head the entire drive back.

___

You hadn’t seen him in a little over two weeks now.

The memories of the last time you saw him play in your head, and the thought of it makes your mouth dry when you think about how vulnerable he sounded when he asked you to stay.

It scared you because things were already complicated and he was making it even more complicated with his yearning looks and the way he knows how to touch you still and the way his kisses are softer than Mason’s.

It scared you because he was opening a door you thought you had closed a long time ago only to realize it was never properly on its hinges.

It scared you because, for a moment, you almost found yourself saying yes before ‘no’ had even crossed your mind.

So his texts remain unanswered as you attempt to focus on your current relationship and forget about the debauchery you’ve gotten into in your spare time.

You’re over him. It’s time you started acting like it.

So that’s why you were so quick to accept Mason’s offer to go to a party hosted by one of your mutual friends.

Perhaps getting out of the house with your boyfriend, and having a great time with him and your friends would be the distraction you need from the contact that still remains unsaved on your phone.

But he wasn’t supposed to be there.

You don’t even know who he would know to be at this party, but you felt your heart still when you walked through the door hand-in-hand with your boyfriend — only to lock eyes with your ex.

He gives you a nod of acknowledgment, a glint in his eye that reads nothing but trouble as he takes in your interlocked fingers.

You look away, ignoring him, and deciding that’s going to be your game plan for tonight. You were with Mason and you came to have a great time.

And it worked at first.

You laughed with your friends and danced with Mason. However, you couldn’t ignore the feeling of someone’s eyes on you throughout the night, especially when you knew who they belonged to.

“I have to pee!” You shouted in your boyfriend's ear, making sure he heard you over the music.

He turns and gives you a thumbs-up before laying a wet kiss on your cheek. “Be safe, babe! I’ll be right here!”

And with one last smile thrown towards him, you get up and make your way upstairs to a bathroom you know would be empty and unused by the other guests.

When you entered the bathroom, you didn’t have time to close the door before another form pushed its way into the room.

“Hey! I’m in-” Your exclamation is cut off when you lock eyes with the intruder.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” He says casually as if he didn’t barge his way into the bathroom.

“Is he insane?” You think to yourself as you stand in bewilderment at the man in front of you.

Your thoughts didn’t stay to themselves though as you find yourself speaking aloud, “Are you fucking insane?”

“What?” He questions, shrugging as he looks at you, amused by your frustration while you continue to look at him like he suddenly grew two heads. “I wanted to see you. It’s not like you’ve been replying to my messages.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose between your thumb and pointer as you sigh, “I’ve been busy, Dominic.”

“Yeah, busy hopping on dude’s dick.”

You scoff at his words, looking at him incredulously. “What do you expect? He is my boyfriend.”

For a moment, you see something in his eyes shift at the words before he brushes them off with his own sigh.

“Well…like I said, I wanted to see you.”

“You’ve seen me the moment I walked through the door,” You hiss at him as you make your way to the toilet -- you came to the bathroom for a reason and you weren’t going to let his baffling presence stop you. “And anyone could have seen you trailing in here after me! What’s your problem?”

Your question appears to go through one ear and out the other as he speaks again, “Mason seems cool, just realized I’ve never seen dude until tonight.”

Upon seeing you sit down, he turns to look at the door, and you would find his actions chivalrous if it weren’t for the dreadful context of the situation.

You roll your eyes as you wipe yourself and feel a sense of relief from not having your bladder so full anymore. “Yeah, that’s why I’m with him.”

He turns around at the sound of the flush, and you pointedly ignore him as you stand to wash your hands. His hands snake around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder when you look up in the mirror. The image before you clenches your heart in your chest, knowing it mirrors a ghost of the past.

And you hate how there’s a part of you that longs for that ghost to be revived.

“Who do you even know to be here?” You ask him, ignoring the way your heartbeat picks up as you grab the paper towels from the corner of the sink. “I wasn’t aware you knew Kenzie.”

“I don’t,” He chuckles, nuzzling his head into your neck. You try your best to ignore the sweep of butterflies you feel from the all-too-familiar feeling. “But my buddy Ryan sells her weed.”

“Small fucking world.” You think to yourself.

“You look beautiful by the way,” His voice pipes up once more, and a small smile graces your lips from his words.

“Thank you, Dominic,” You turn around in his hold and bring your drying hands to cup his face. “I’m gonna go back out there. Please stop gawking at me before someone notices.”

“Right, can’t leave lovely ol’ Mason waiting,” He says with a hint of a sneer in his words. and you can’t help but giggle upon catching it. It wasn’t often Dominic got jealous during your time of being together, but now that you’re not, you’ve seen that side of him more often.

When you try to move around his form, he’s pulling you back in by your waist, face leaning towards yours as he asks, “You gonna leave me without a kiss?”

You roll your eyes at his words, looking at him with an expression that lacks amusement.

“Yep.”

“Oh come on, it’s been weeks,” He whines as his lips poke into a small pout. He reaches out to poke the exposed skin that shows beneath your top and smiles when he sees the laugh you bite back. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

You chance a look at his lips and find yourself leaning towards them as your eyes flutter closed.

And you should have known one kiss was going to turn into two, and then three, and then you’re splayed on top of the counter with him between your legs and his tongue licking into your mouth.

His hand reaches beneath your skirt and his thumb teases your cunt through your panties, pressing the wet patch against your soaked, clothed entrance.

You can taste his moan when he slides the fabric to the side to slip a finger into your aching heat, and he hisses from how molten your walls feel encased around his digit.

When he slides another finger in to reside with the other, your pussy sucks them in with little to no resistance.

“Is this for me?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Uh-huh,” You nod your head as your eyes flutter and your lips capture his again. He’s knuckle-deep in you, the pads of his digits stroking the spot inside of you that set you ablaze when you begin to get restless, craving the feeling of being full by him.

And then he’s pulling away far too soon for your liking. Your lips attempt to chase him and he doesn’t hide the amusement he gets from your actions.

“I dunno…” He taunts, increasing the pace of his fingers and smirking at the way you whine before he gestures to the door, “You’ve been all over your guy tonight…you sure?”

But you’re really not in the mood for his teasing, and you don’t have the time for it either.

“Dominic, come on,” You groan, reaching down to cup his desire through his pants and he groans at the contact, pushing himself into your hand. “We don’t have long.”

“Calm down, this dick isn’t going anywhere,” He muses, batting your hand away to undo his belt, and pull his slacks and boxers down around his thighs.

You gasp when you feel his tip press between your lips and slowly enter your walls, and he groans, placing a hand on the wall behind you to steady himself.

“Shit,” He curses in the small space as his hips begin to shift inside of you. “You’re so fucking wet.”

And you’re too lost in the oblivion of your cunt stretched around him to respond, your choked moans answering enough as you bite your lip in an attempt to keep yourself quiet.

His hand goes beneath your shirt to grip your breast before he increases his pace inside of you and he leans forward to capture your lips into a breathy kiss.

“Hey,” A call of your name followed by a knock on the door stills both of you. Your body goes tense as he jumps, and you look at one another with wide eyes as another knock lands on the door. “You in there?”

Before Mason can knock again, you answer shakily through half-lidded eyes, “Y-yeah, I’m here.”

“Is everything alright?” The knob of the door jiggles, and you thank whoever lies in the clouds that Dominic was coherent enough to lock the door before he ambushed you. “What’s going on, baby?”

He’s so fucking sweet, and Dominic notices too as he slides a hand down to toy with your clit at the sound of the other man calling you the things he used to call you.

You feel yourself clench tighter around him, the ebbings of your impending orgasm beginning to make themselves present.

Without warning, Dominic begins to rock his hips into yours again. Your hand's paw at his shoulder, fisting the fabric of his shirt as you fight to hold back the moans that threaten to escape your lips.

Your eyes look into his and you’re half-tempted to smack the smirk on his face clean off, but the sound would only draw more attention to the deplorable actions you’re indulged in. The anger you feel begins to dissipate as he grinds his hips against yours in all the places that make you drip around him.

“Nothing, b-babe, I-”

You let out a quiet gasp when Dominic swoops down to capture a nipple in his mouth, tugging it sharply between his teeth. The feeling makes your toes curl and you know you’ll be clenching around him any second as your orgasm takes over. You try to pry his head away to give yourself some reprieve, but his eager mouth is insistent on pulling all types of sounds out of you at the worst possible time.

“I-I think s-something fucked my stomach u-up.”

“Damn, you think it was the cheese whiz on my hotdog?”

At his question, Dominic pulls away to make a face at you that reads: Cheese whiz? On his hotdog?

You use his distraction as a means to speak to your boyfriend without stuttering. “I don’t know, but I messed up my clothes. Can you go back to mine and grab some new ones please?”

“Of course, baby,” He’s quick to respond, and it makes your stomach turn that you’re doing what you’re doing while he’s on the other side concerned for your wellbeing. “I’ll grab some Pepto too, and then I’ll swing back and take you home. I won’t be long, okay?”

You look down at where your body is still joined with Dominic’s and silently pray he’ll take his sweet fucking time. “O-Okay, thank you.”

You both wait a beat and notice the shadow beneath the door disappear as Mason makes his way out of the house. You breathe a visible sigh of relief before hitting Dominic’s arm with a swift swat.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What?” He taunts pulling his cock from inside you. A sticky line of your essence strings on his tip when he disconnects and he taps his coated member against your swollen clit, chuckling as he says, “I thought you liked quickies in the bathroom, baby?”

The last word dripped with sarcasm, and you know hearing Mason call you that struck a chord in him.

You look up at him with a glare, his words have you burning as all the times he had you bent over the counter at one of your friend’s places play through your mind, and it makes your hips involuntarily buck into his member when it touches your clit again.

“Not when my fucking boyfriend is on the other side of the door!”

Your words got to him, his smug exterior cracking when his lips twitched downward at hearing the title again.

He sighs, looking at you with another glare of vulnerability you’ve seen him display each time he’s reminded of your current circumstances. “I used to be that…”

“Well now you’re not, Dominic,” You tell him sharply, annoyed at him bringing up your past. This was a mistake; you don’t know what part of you convinced you to believe this could work. “And this needs to stop.”

Another chip in his exterior breaks as you notice the frustrated scrunch in his brow as he scowls at you.

And he covers it with a swat to your clit.

“Tell that to your fucking pussy grinding against me,” And his words only have your hips speeding up more. This was so, so wrong -- but it felt too good. “You can’t keep acting like you’re not guilty in this too. You miss me just as much as I miss you.”

And he was right, but you weren’t ready to admit it to yourself yet. But Dominic wasn’t letting you off the hook that easily.

“Tell me to stop, and I will. I’ll leave right now.” He tells you, motioning his head towards the door.

And you should have told him right then.

You should have.

But you’ve missed him much more than you’d like to admit, and your cunt pulsing around nothing reminds you of all the nights you’ve spent without him.

You can only look at the place where your clit rubs against the tip of his slick-tented member, and you know your silence was answer enough.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

He chuckles at your silent confirmation as he pushes his cock back into your warm, slick cunt. You welcome the intrusion, clasping your ankles behind his back as he bottoms into you once more, your walls accepting him with ease as you drip all over his cock.

You let out a whimper when he’s fully bottomed into you, and you’re quick to grind yourself against him, yearning for more stimulation. He gives you a couple of seconds to readjust before he pulls out and thrusts back into you.

He’s quick to resume his previous pace, both of you falling back into the previous motions as you feel the heat curling in your core and splaying around him.

A hand wraps around your neck, and the added pressure makes your eyes roll. His face moves close to your ear before he hisses, “You like to cozy up to him with my cum dripping out of you -- don’t forget that.”

“O-oh, my god…” You whimper from a combination of his tip hitting your g-spot and his sickeningly dizzying words. Your breasts bounce from the force of his thrusts, and he moans at the sight. Your lower stomach begins to warm and curl as he ruts into you. “D-Dominic, don’t st-stop.”

“Fuck, I won’t baby,” He gasps as his hips ramp up their pace in you. His thumb rubs your bottom lip and he watches your lips pucker around it with a quiet groan. “Mmm, don’t go with him.”

“Wh-What?” You ask almost dazed as you feel that familiar coil beginning to turn and twist within you.

“We may not be together, but you were mine first,” His grip around you is like steel as he drops his hand from your neck and buries his face there instead, breathing you in as if he could merge into you and stay in this moment even longer. “And you’re mine as long as I have you like this.”

“And I’ve missed you so fuckin’ much,” He groans in your ear when you begin clenching around him. “C-Come on, admit you’ve missed me too.”

But you couldn’t, because that would make everything you’re doing more real. It would make the cause behind your actions much more devastating when you confess to yourself that you did this because you miss him.

You did this because you’re still in love with him.

“Please, let me hear you,” He pleads to you, his voice high and vulnerable as his hips pathetically sputter against you every time another gush of your slickness coats his cock with each thrust.

“I-I’ve missed you,” You moan, throwing your head back against the mirror and losing yourself in the waves of pleasure that crash over you, losing yourself in the truth that you’ve missed him so fucking much and it hurts you because you shouldn’t. “I’ve mi-missed you so m-much, Dom.”

“Fuckkk, there we go, baby,” He feels himself teetering towards the edge, your words being enough to push him there, but he wants you to fall with him. His hand reaches down to circle against your clit, and he moans your name when he feels you react to it. “Shit -- Cum with me. Come on.”

And then your form begins trembling beneath him as your cunt pulses around his throbbing member.

You feel his cum painting and coating your walls with his hot seed as he empties himself into you, hands clinging onto you as you both tense around one another, your mouths open and panting forbidden love into the others.

And for a moment, in the misty haze of the ethers, you can almost pretend that everything is okay.

You can pretend that the two of you were never separated and that you two had merely snuck away to wrap yourselves around the other in the comfort of one of your friend's homes.

But as your breathing catches up to you, and your vision returns clearly to your face, you’re both sitting within the heavy aftermath of the truth.

This time, it cut too close.

Your worlds almost collided, your past and your future fusing to cause the collision that is your present -- and this needed to stop.

“Dominic,” You say his name, softly tugging on his hair, but he refuses to answer it, knowing what inevitably comes after the two of you do. “Dominic, look at me.”

He pulls back and stares at you with glossy eyes, and it takes every bit of strength not to crumble at the sight of them.

“This cannot happen again, Dom…”

“I know, I know,” His words crack with a whimper, and it causes the last shedding of your heart to break as he professes, “But I can’t let you go.”

And his admission must feel like salt in the wound.

Because then his resolve fully cracks as he melts into you. Wrapping his arms around your form, shoving his face in your neck, and releasing the most gut-wrenching sobs you’ve ever heard tumble from him.

With a shy hand, you reach up to cradle him into you, tears of your own falling down your face as you wonder how long you can go on like this. It’s killing the both of you -- and you don’t know who’s going to die first.

You, him, or Mason’s heart when he finds out.

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He’s Heating Up! - Dominic Fike

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and Dominic feels bad -- 18+

Warnings/Content Ahead: SMUTTYSMUT !!! 18+ like y'all...they nasty in this. Readers in a band again because she needs a personality and a JOB, fuckin' on a couch (i promise I'll write smut in a bed one day), pussy eatin (cause it's good for the soul!), lots n' lots of fingerin', SQUIRTING (don't look at me🫣), a mini blowjob and cum-swallowing cause it's protein, a fake plot within a fake plot, unprotected p in v (but he pulls out this time!), groping, hot hot tension, and probably some other shit I'm forgetting but who cares y'all here for the nastiness...oh and Reed and Kevin are there too (not for the smexy stuff tho) and Kevin says nigga cause he's black and I am too lol

A/N: Title inspired by a HOMESHAKE song of the same title -- yeah, I'm one of "those" people. First-person POV once again cause that's my baby and it needs to be appreciated more. Hope you all enjoy! It was an absolute blast writing this. Reblog and comment please!

(don't steal my writing or post on any other platform as yours...that's rude)

Word Count: 7.9k (yeah...she's a big one!!)

“You sure you don’t mind us going to the studio today?” Dominic’s voice drifts meekly from the doorway of the bedroom. I stop mid-lacing my shoes to look at him; his eyebrows knitted in concern, and his mouth downturned in a slight frown.

His manager called him early this morning to relay that there was a malfunction in the recording system the previous night. Most of the vocals he recorded were shredded, but luckily, it was only a couple of songs that required recording again and not the entire project.

“Baby, everyday feels like Valentine’s Day with you. As long as we’re together, it honestly doesn’t matter what we do today,” I explained as I walked over to him, shoes fully laced, to give him a loving peck.

“Besides,” I say, motioning to the bouquet of flowers perched on the dresser along with a red heart-shaped box. “You got me chocolates, that’s all I really cared about.”

He playfully shoves me away at my joke, before tugging me back in by my waist, a smile beginning to form on his lips. There’s still a look in his eye; that tug of regret, promise, and hesitation. A hand moves from my waist to cup my face, and I lean into the familiar touch, feeling the swirl of love surrounding us and the affection he feels for me dripping off of him.

His thumb strokes over my cheek as he pulls me in for a deep, lingering kiss. When he pulls away, he takes my breath with him. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

I bring my lips to the surface of his palm, before clasping it with my hand. “I know you will.”

___

As we pull up to the studio, Dominic receives a call. The car comes to a stop as he pulls into a parking spot and shifts the gear. He gives my thigh a final squeeze before pulling away to answer his phone. I sit patiently in the passenger seat, scrolling mindlessly on my phone while waiting for him to wrap up his conversation with whoever’s on the opposite line.

“Alright dude, we just pulled up. I’ll see you in there,” He bids the person on the other end farewell before hanging up and unbuckling his seatbelt. “Kevin and Reed are already inside. Kevin’s vocals got fucked on one of the tracks.”

I nod in understanding, a feeling of excitement coming over me at the idea of seeing an old friend. “I haven’t seen Kev in a minute, it’ll be nice catching up with him.”

“So, it’s fuck Reed, then?” He satirized with a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Why? You tryna record?” The smile is wiped from his face instantly, and I’m cackling at the look of bewilderment that replaces it. Before he can open his mouth to possibly question my choice of words, I save myself, “I’m kidding, babe! I see Reed more than my own parents at this point, that’s what I meant earlier.”

He shakes his head at me, a fondness covering his actions. “What am I gonna do with you…”

“You have plenty of time to ruminate while we’re here,” I wink at him, collecting my bag from the floor and preparing to exit the car. I reach for the door handle, but a hand grazing my thigh stops me. I turn to see Dominic already looking at me, that concoction of hesitation and regret once again coating his features, but this time, there's a haze of want soaking beneath the surface as he takes me in.

“I know I probably sound like a broken record,” His hand travels back onto my thigh, his finger grazing the place where my thigh and hip connect beneath my skirt, “But you look absolutely ravishing.”

I smile at his compliment, returning it with, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

And he really wasn’t. His fit was simple, but so very him. His curls tamed and tucked beneath a beanie, he wore a pair of baggy jeans, and a long sleeve baggy shirt layered underneath another baggy shirt. The short-sleeved one was red,

“…for Valentines,” He had said to me earlier this morning when he first put it on; smile big and stretched across his face. That was before he had received the call that changed the course of the day. I don’t know how he wasn’t sweating underneath all that, but I don’t tend to question his antics anymore.

“You know…” He starts, hand giving my thigh a loving squeeze from where it resides as he leans over and begins trailing kisses along my neck. “We could stay out here for a bit…”

My eyes flutter at the sensation, his touch making me melt. “Baby, you just told them we were coming in.”

He pulls away with a sigh, hand not leaving its place on my thigh as he collects himself.

“I shouldn’t have let you out in that,” He says, histrionically throwing his head against the seat in faux agony. “You in that skirt is a very dangerous combination, woman.”

“Why do you think I wore it?”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble,” He runs his hand atop his hat as if he forgot the fabric resided there for a moment.

My hand grasps his chin, turning his face toward mine. I lean over and capture his lips into a searing kiss, and he returns with an eager vigor. His tongue finds entrance into my mouth as his hand begins rubbing my thigh again. I tug his bottom lip between my teeth and he groans into my mouth.

I pull away with a triumphant smile on my face, watching in amusement as his lips try to chase after mine. He leans back when he realizes that’s all he’s getting for now, a sated smile upon his face.

“Is that better, baby?” I mock him with a fake pout on my lips.

“For now…” He grumbles, adjusting himself in his pants before he reaches for the door handle, finally getting out since we’ve been here. I go to reach for mine, but he snaps at me to let it go as he exits the car. He jogs around the hood and opens the door for me, clasping his hand in mine after helping me out. “Come on, stop distracting me with your beauty. We’re gonna be late.”

He pointedly ignores the look I give him as he leads me through the doors of the building, and I think of all the ways I can get him back for that later.

___

Once we enter the establishment, we see Kevin perched in a chair on his phone, the producer next to him. Kevin’s face lights up once he sees us and he gets up to greet us.

“Hey man,” He says to Dominic, getting up to dap him up. He asks about Reed’s whereabouts and Kevin explains he went to the bathroom. With that, Dominic makes his way to the couch as Kevin and I exchange pleasantries. His arms envelop me in a hug, and mine reciprocate the action.

“How’ve you been?” He asks me as we pull away. “I saw the new video the band put out. It was so dope! When you all gonna come jam with us?”

“Aw Kev, I appreciate that! I’ve been good, the mini hiatus we’re taking is giving all of us a chance to catch a breather before we throw ourselves into another project,” I explain to him as he listens to me, nodding along to show he’s following. “Brad’s back in Birmingham to visit some family, but once he’s back, I’ll pass along that you want to see everyone.”

If I weren’t so wrapped up in my conversation, I would have noticed Dominic looking over at us fondly. He loves seeing me and his friends getting along, it’s the best of both worlds for him.

Reed’s arrival cuts our conversation short as he bursts through the door, exclaiming, "Happy Love Day, assholes!”

I shake my head, laughing as I go over to give Reed a quick hug before I make my way over to my favorite chair; Kevin rushing past me stops me in my tracks.

“Sorry lover girl,” Kevin says, swooping onto the cushion next to Dominic. He puts his arm around his shoulders and beams up at me. “I’m stealing the seat next to your boy.”

“Jokes on you, asswipe. I was going to sit in the loveseat,” I retort, placing my items on the table next to the seat. This seat was right beside the heater and an outlet, I claimed it as my own a while ago for its accessibility. “If you’re trying to fuck my man, just say that.”

“I’m trying to fuck your man.”

I whip my head over in Dominic’s direction; a silent way of telling him to “get your friend before I do.”

He laughs off Kevin’s joke, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, I don’t think she’s into polyamory.”

“I’m sure as hell not.”

Kevin laughs as Dominic gives him a shrug, “Jury’s decided.”

The conversation shifts to everyone catching up with one another since the last time we were together. Kevin tells us about his album that’s in the works, Reed drones about how lonely he is being single on Valentines, and I briefly share mini tidbits that my band and I have been planning once we’re off hiatus.

After a while, the conversation dies down and they begin to re-record their vocals, Kevin going first. I take out my book from my bag and begin to read to keep myself entertained as I wait for the men to finish their jobs. My eyes spot a lone starburst in my bag and I grab it with a smile on my face.

“Ohhh, baby do you have another one of those?” Dominic pipes up from the couch beside me, being his usual nosy self.

“Sorry, love. That was the last one,” I reply, giving him a solemn shake of my head. “You want to split it?”

He nods, watching intently as my hands flatten the candy to tear it in two before passing it. A grateful nod is sent my way as he takes it from me. I pick my book back up to continue where I left off as Dominic goes back to strumming his guitar. The sound of the booth opening in the background is muted from his strumming.

“Here goes bookworm over here,” Kevin teases my way as he exits from the booth. I roll my eyes as I toss the wad of trash from my starburst at him.

“Chill man, my lady can entertain herself any way she sees fit today,” Dominic steps in, playfully chastising his friend as he continues, “If today was going my way, her toes would be halfway down my throat by now.”

“Dominic!” You and Kevin exclaim in unison. Reed merely looks up at the commotion and goes right back to hitting his pen.

“You need to put a leash on him,” Kevin jokes, nodding his head toward my lover who merely shrugs, feeling proud of himself for his choice of words.

“More like a muzzle,” I agree, though my words come out dripping in affection.

“But I wanted to ask for your opinion on something,” He starts before asking the producer to playback his vocals for us all to hear.

The small studio room is filled with a sultry beat, Kevin’s voice crooning through the speakers as he sings about a lost love. The track goes silent -- indicating the part where Dominic’s vocals are supposed to go next.

“What do you think, lover girl?” He directs his question towards me. “I think my vocals sound too…hollow.”

“That’s why Dom’s getting on there to save the day,” I tease, making my lover smile over at me. “But jokes aside, your vocals sound fine, man. You just need to layer them -- you come in low, so to add a contrast, do a layer of high vocals.”

Kevin claps his hands before turning back into the recording booth. “A genius in human form!”

“That’s my girl,” Dominic praises as his hand reaches over to squeeze my knee from where he sits, a proud smile splayed on his face. “Why don’t you jump in the booth? I wouldn’t mind hearing your voice on one of these.”

“You know…that doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” I contemplate his words and feel a spark of warmth at the idea of us huddled together figuring out lyrics, both of us strumming on our guitars trying to find the right melody, and sharing kisses in between singing as we try to taste the symphony coming from the other's throat. “Let’s write a song for the both of us first, and then we can discuss recording.”

Like he’s peeked inside my mind and seen the visions I had, he smiles at me, giving my knee a final squeeze before he settles back into his seat.

Before long, it’s Dominic’s turn to record. He’s in and out of the recording booth as he tweaks things here and there, talking through sounds and techniques with the producer. More than once I’d look up to find him already looking at me. Eyes traveling the expanse of my being -- taking in the materiality of my presence.

The first time, he was in the middle of recording when I caught his eye through the glass of the recording booth. A sanguine look on his features as he waved at me, I couldn’t help but giggle as I waved back. When he asked the producer to play the recording back, you could hear the smallest hitch of his breath from the moment we locked eyes. He keeps that take and goes back in to record the other verse.

It happens again when his laugh from across the room draws my attention away from the novel in my hands. I look up to see him clutching his chest from something Kevin said, Reed joining him in hysterics. It warms my heart to witness the clear display of joy on his features.

Once he catches his breath -- he catches my eye.

I find myself heating up from the look he gives me. The saccharine smile on his face contrasts with the carnal flame lit within his eye. He gives me a wink before turning back to the conversation he’s having, looking at the producer to ask if he could run the audio again, and my heart flutters at the small gesture. I cross my leg over the other to quell the building ache and dive back into my book.

The incessant sound of chatter, laughter, and music mulls into a distant hum as I’m swept back into the dreary world of a frenzied husband, a suspicious wife, and an unreliable narrator.

Three hours fly by, the producer leaves after two once most of the vocals are salvaged, and I’m more than halfway done with my novel.

The frenzied husband turned out to be a twin impersonating the real husband, the unreliable narrator was the actual husband all along, and the suspicious wife -- who had all the right to be suspicious -- died during the reveal. My eyes are glued to the page as I read through the stomach-churning aftermath of the original husband’s confrontation with his long-lost twin brother.

I hear the door to the recording booth open and Dominic’s voice joins into the chatter once more. I faintly register him taking his seat on the couch next to me, but I don’t acknowledge it as my eyes drift across the page -- itching to find out the intention behind the evil twin’s actions.

Goosebumps rise on my skin, and I glance up to see Dominic’s eyes trailing over my exposed legs. Reed and Kevin are deep in another conversation, not noticing his lack of participation. I watch as his eyes dance across my figure, and he doesn’t look surprised when he reaches my face to find my eyes already on him.

In fact, the fucker grins.��

The moment is cut short when Kevin gets up and stretches, letting out a loud groan from the tension of sitting for so long. “I don’t know who was here before us, but they cleaned the mini fridge out. I was looking forward to the tiny water bottles.”

I laugh at Kevin’s whining, dog-earring my page to tease him. “Dude, I promise you the water doesn’t taste any different.”

“Excuse me, what?!” Reed interjects mid-pen hit, “They do because the water is more compact. Therefore, there’s more crispness in the bottle.”

“How many times have you hit that thing?”

We all burst out laughing at the silence that follows my question, the answer inadvertently revealing itself to be “Too many damn times.”

Reed looks over at Kevin and asks, “You wanna make a trip over to the store? If we leave now, we might be able to beat traffic.”

“Nigga, it’s LA. There’s always traffic,” But he agrees nonetheless, turning towards me and Dominic to ask, “Y’all want anything?”

“Ohhhh, get me apple juice and a pack of Trolli’s, please!” I pipe up, excited at the idea of having a little snack.

Dominic replies with a simple, “Tea if they have any.” Knowing he’s gonna dig his fingers into my pack of gummy worms the second I open them.

“Gucci,” Kevin nods as he collects his items, strapping his book bag on his back. He grabs his keys, being the obvious designated driver, and waits for Reed by the door.

“We’ll be back. No fucking on the couch,” Reed tosses over his shoulder as he and Kevin exit.

“So anywhere else is okay, then?” I call behind them, but the door shuts before they can respond.

Dominic turns to me, eyebrows raised. “So you tryna-”

I lightly hit his arm, “Not until I’m done with this novel!”

He laughs to himself as he readjusts his guitar in his hands, “What’s happening now, anyways? Is the wife still on some weird shit?”

“Babeee!” I say sitting up straight, and he prepares himself for the incoming update about the plot. “It’s so fucking crazy! It starts off one way and you think you know where the story’s going, but suddenly it switches perspectives in the middle of a fucking cliffhanger, and then you realize the narrator was the real husband all along and his evil twin kept him captive while he pretended to be him!”

Dominic blinks at me in astonishment. He’d been hearing small updates from me throughout the course of starting the story, and now he’s seeing how everything I’ve told him about the plot is beginning to come together. “So does the evil twin explain why he did all this?”

“I only have a few pages left, so I’ll have an answer to that question shortly!” I explain as I cozy myself up into the chair again to finish the last of the pages.

“I look forward to hearing it, babe,” He tells me softly as he begins to pluck the cords on his guitar again, imbuing the space with soft, mellow sounds as he begins crafting another song.

A couple of comfortable minutes pass us by as I read the last couple of sentences of the story. I’m gnawing on my thumb, hanging on the edge of my seat as the twin recounts the horrific memories of his early childhood separated from the original husband. He’s so close to revealing the truth. So close to telling the reader what drove his actions until-

The “dead” suspicious wife comes back and shoots him in the heart, instantly killing him for real.

The book ends with the original husband wondering who the real monster was all along…and if he’ll live long enough to find out what truly happened.

I’m sitting there, flabbergasted by the abrupt ending of the novel, but intrigued to know what happens next. I made a mental note to look up the book on GoodReads to see what other readers have to say about the twisted tale.

I look up to tell Dominic about what the hell just happened but pause in my actions as I watch him, becoming entranced by the image before me.

He’s not doing much of anything, really. He’s strumming his guitar, humming to a melody that he’s creating in his mind before he brings it to fruition. The sight of him has me transfixed; he’s in his zone, making his magic, and crafting his message to share with the world. I’m overcome by the passion I feel for him, the love I have for the man in front of me spilling over.

The ending can wait. My man is sitting there, waiting so patiently for me, and I plan to deliver.

He looks over at me, and I keep staring. I want him to see. I want him to know the effect he’s having on me just from his mere existence. I want him to see. I want him to know that every look he’s thrown at me today has been felt and reciprocated and I want him. I want him to see.

And he does.

He stops strumming as he considers me. Curious, he tilts his head to the side, looking me over and taking in my demeanor. A smirk begins to form on his face as I bat my lashes at him; daring him to make his move.

“You finished the book, baby?”

“Mhmm,” I hum, setting my book on the table before uncrossing my legs and diminutively spreading them, allowing for a flash of my panties to be seen. He notices my lack of further explanation but is sidetracked by my actions. His eyes dip down to watch the motion, traveling over the sliver of exposed fabric as I tease him from afar -- waiting for him to take the bait.

“You’re so far away, doll,” He licks his lips, setting his guitar down on its stand before he beckons me over with a wave of his hand. “Why don’t you come over here and tell me about it?”

A simper sits upon my face, knowing I’ve got him.

I stand up and move to the couch he’s perched on, his eyes not once leaving mine. I go to sit on the cushion next to him, but he grabs my waist and maneuvers me onto his lap. Leaning back as he allows me to settle on him and get comfortable. I look over and he’s already beaming at me, hands beginning to roam over any inch of me he can get his hands on. “See, baby? This is so much better.”

He rubs the skin of my exposed thighs, the skirt I’m wearing riding up on them, and the foundation of his demeanor begins to crack.

“You look so fucking sexy,” He grips the flesh there, groaning to himself. “You’re so fucking soft,” He buries his face in my neck, deeply inhaling when he’s nestled. I feel his desire pressing against my back as he grinds against me, and it causes me to clench my thighs together to get some kind of reprieve. “And you smell so fucking good.”

My breathing gets heavy from his needy actions. Words coming out like a feather as I tell him, “I’m surprised you lasted this long. Think I couldn’t feel you staring a hole in my head, Fike?”

“Could say the same to you, baby,” He quips. I let out a breathy giggle at his words -- he’s not wrong. “Besides, I wanted you to know.”

His hand comes up to paw at my breast through my top, causing me to throw my head back onto his shoulder and let out a breathy sigh of his name. Rapacious hands grab handfuls of my flesh as if they’re trying to take me apart piece by piece, just to feel; understand that I’m here and I’m real. Happy fucking Valentine's indeed.

He trails kisses along my neck, taking advantage of the access; mirroring his previous actions from the car. This time, I don’t hold back my moans as his kisses turn wet and sloppy. His tongue licks the lobe of my ear before he takes it between his teeth.

My hips begin to grind back against him, searching for some form of friction. His groan vibrates through me as he wraps an arm around my front, keeping me steady against him as he thrusts his pressing boner beneath me. I whine his name, begging him to stop his teasing.

He pulls away from my neck with a chuckle, finding my desire for him amusing.

“Didn’t take much to make you putty in my hands,” He tuts, bunching up my skirt around my waist and cupping my pussy through my panties. His middle finger plays with my clit through the fabric, and he groans in my ear at the wet patch he feels growing. “Soaked through your fucking panties. If I’d known my woman was over there aching, I would have been between your legs, baby.”

“You are now,” I say breathily from a moan.

His finger presses harder against my clit, circling the nub with his digit. The feeling makes me keen, and he smiles against my shoulder, something I can hear in his next words, “That I am.”

“So do something about it,” I challenge, attempting to grind myself into his pressing hand.

A low growl escapes him as he pulls my panties to the side, it vibrates through me when he feels my uncoated yearning for him. The tip of his middle finger teases the entrance to my leaking cunt, collecting the pooling slickness to use as lubricant to rub against my clit. My neediness only spurs him on as he moans in time with me, seeming to draw pleasure from viewing me lost in it.

While his hand draws circles between my legs, his other hand rides up my shirt, exposing my tits to the sharp air of the studio.

My nipples hardened from arousal and air, he teases them with his hand, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, eliciting needy whines from me. His mouth continues to lay sloppy kisses against my skin, surely leaving marks that will be impossible to cover up by the time our friends arrive back.

I can feel my essence dripping beneath me as he draws out his motions, getting me riled up to where he wants me. My hips lazily buck into his hand, urging him to move his actions lower. He has mercy on me as he drops his middle finger back down to my hole, his other hand tightening around my breast.

“Damn, baby,” He sighs, pulling away from my neck, and slowly inserting a finger into my aching heat. It glides easily against my slick walls, lubricating his motions as he stretches me. He leans his head on my shoulder; his chin resting on it to look over at his actions. His breath fans against my sweaty skin, creating a cool contrast of the warmth sheened over me. He presses kisses against the crevice of my neck before curling his digit inside me. “This all for me?”

“Yes! D-Dominic f-fuckkk,” I hissed, grinding against his palm which rubs succulently against my clit.

“Been thinkin’ about having you like this all damn day. You’re a fucking angel,” He rasps, as the hand around my breast moves up to curl around my neck. His digit taps against my spongy bundle of nerves and the signature tears begin to pool in the corner of my eye. My moans come out strangled when he slides his ring finger to join the middle, increasing the pressure on my g-spot. “Thank you for being so patient with me. ‘Told you I’d make it up to you.”

It’s almost comedic the way his sweet words juxtapose with his licentious actions. He feels so warm behind me as I writhe against him. I don’t know what I was expecting today, but it couldn’t have been better than this. Tears trickle from my eyes as my lover lavishes me with erotic gratification.

Seeming to sense it before it happens, he begins to coax my orgasm from me, grinding his palm against my clit as his fingers build a steady rhythm inside me. “Come on, baby, come on.”

Dominic turns my head towards him to capture my mouth into an insatiable mixture of lips, spit, tongue, and moans. The veins in his arms are prominent from his vigorous actions, he pants into my mouth like he’s deriving pleasure from having me in such a state.

When I came, it was sudden and tight around his fingers. My lips breathed his name against his lips as his hand tightened around my throat -- the pressure adding a euphoric spark to the throbbing I felt intercrural.

Slowly, he removes his digits from me, giving my clit a couple of rubs before he pulls away entirely. The hand on my neck drops and strokes my arm softly to calm me down.

“Fuck,” He groans when he sees the mess I left on his hand. He holds his sopping fingers to my lips and I wrap my lips around them with avidity. My tongue flattens beneath the force of them as he rubs them against the muscle, fermenting the taste of myself into my memory.

His breath hitches as he watches me clean myself off of him in amazement. “Can you do that again for me? I want to watch your pussy clench around my fingers this time.”

My moan comes out muffled from around his hand. He can get so filthy when he’s turned on -- his usual unfilteredness turned up a notch.

I nod and he pulls his fingers from my mouth. His hands find my waist and slowly maneuver me from his lap and onto the couch cushion next to him. The tent in his pants is prominent, even with the bagginess of the material. He slides from the couch and onto his knees between my parted thighs.

The sides of my panties are hooked beneath his fingers as he slides them down my legs. Pocketing the garments once they’re off. “For safekeeping,” He winks at me as he spreads me open, leaving me bare before him.

He stares at the glittering mess of me with ardent devotion. Taking in the sight of my puffy clit begging for attention, and my weeping hole dripping for more. He presses a soft kiss to my clit, before pulling away to admire the way my hole clenches for the ache of stimulation.

“Dominic…Come on,” I whine, my hips thrust fruitlessly toward his face.

His dark eyes flick up to mine, the hesitation and regret nowhere to be seen as his heavy lust for me takes over. He locks his lips around my clit, suckling it into his mouth as his ring and middle finger press into my cunt again.

My eyes squeeze shut as I throw my head back against the cushions, the rush of bliss overtaking me. He gives my clit a couple of broad licks before pulling away, watching how his fingers disappear inside me.

“Is that better, baby?” My taunting words from earlier come back to bite.

I can barely string together a sentence, let alone comprehend what he’s saying as I melt into a puddle of lush pleasure. My slick oozes onto his hand, the sound of my wetness resounding through the space around us.

The sensitivity from my previous orgasm hastens the rate of the upcoming one as the new angle allows him further access to all of me. He presses his arm against my abdomen to hold me in place, fully aware of the way it increases the pressure of his prodding fingers in me. I feel the coil tightening again, begging to spring at any moment.

He slips his free hand over my clit, rubbing his thumb over it in harsh, delicious motions -- and that’s all it takes. A warm churning builds in my center and I lack the coherency to warn him. The coil tightens, but it doesn’t spring.

It bursts.

“O-Oh fuckkk -- Dominic!” I sob as a drenching flow of my essence pools out of me. My form trembles against the cushions as I release the manifestation of my ecstasy.

“Shit, baby, that’s it,” He talks me through it, stare focused and intent as I gush my essence all over his fingers, his hand, his shirt, this couch. “Give it to me, give it to me,” He encourages as my moans turn into mewling wails.

My legs quiver around him as he strokes out everything I have to offer him, my body paralyzed as a feeling of floating courses through me. He pulls his fingers out, and they’re dripping; covered in the culmination of my desire.

I have made such a mess -- but Dominic loves cleaning them up.

His eyes peer into mine as he sticks his fingers in his mouth, putting on a show for me as I attempt to calm my breathing. His other hand rubs soothing circles on my thigh while his tongue makes obscene sounds, licking my essence from his fingers. The “97” etched on his hand glints in the dimmed studio lighting. He tongues over it, and it remains; reminding me of its permanence.

“Holy shit,” He sighs as he gets up and hovers over me; leaning down to lick into my panting mouth, swallowing the breaths I take. He pulls away to pepper kisses around my face, sprinkling them across my cheeks and my forehead. He pulls away to look me over, wiping the stray tears away from my face as he looks at me with eyes full of adoration. “That was so fucking hot. You okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m good,” I say, as my heartbeat begins to steady itself. I blink up at him through heavy eyes as he strokes my face, my other hand reaching to clasp with his. “That was fucking intense.”

He chuckles at my statement, eyes glancing down at his soaked t-shirt. “Yeah, I can only imagine,” His hand tightens around mine before he releases it, and begins to get up from where he leaned.

“What are you doing?” I ask him, watching with furrowed brows as he stands up.

“I’m going to get something to clean you up,” He explains, starting to walk away, but I pull him back by his wrist.

“Why waste trees?” I ask him, leaning back into the cushions and pulling him closer to me. “When you could clean it up yourself?”

“You’re a wicked, wicked woman,” Dominic shakes his head a bit in disbelief, chuckling to himself as he drops to his knees again, and parting my thighs for access. “Fucking insatiable.”

He licks up my thighs, cleaning the excess juices that leaked down them during my orgasm. I’m barely given a moment to prepare before he’s surging into my flowing warmth. His tongue flicking hotly against my sopping center as he moans against me. His eyes close, savoring the taste of me in his mouth.

My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him into me as he drinks me down. He circles his tongue around my clit before suckling it into his mouth. The groans he lets out reverberate through me as he sticks his tongue out, letting me grind myself against it.

“That’s so good, Dominic. Oh my-“ I cut myself off with another broken moan when I look down to find his eyes opened and locked on me. My slick seeps onto his face, making it glisten, and it appears to almost glow in the lighting of the studio.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” He pulls away, breathless from inhaling my essence; my slick decorating his chin.

“You’re driving me crazy -- shit,” I look down to see him palming himself through his jeans, messily thrusting into his hand. Desperation laced within his tone and actions, his yearning for me present as the shape of it outlines his pants. He looks up at me, eyes big and full of longing. “I need you, baby.”

“You think we have time?” I ask breathlessly, not taking my eyes off the portrait of obscenity in front of me.

“We can be quick,” He surges forward and envelopes me in a wet, heated kiss. I moan into his mouth, already aching for him once more. He pulls back to undo his belt and unbutton his pants, hastily pulling them down until they rest around his knees; his desire springing free. “Let them see for all I care.”

I turn around, leaning against the cushions and arching my back. The groan he lets out behind me spurs me on, knowing he’s watching me and it has such an effect on him.

“So fucking sexy,” He breathes behind me. He smacks my ass and I moan from the sting, leaning back into the feeling. “And all mine.”

I feel his tip rub against my folds before he slowly pushes into my leaking, aching cunt. I gasp at the welcomed intrusion; my walls stretching around him and gulping every inch he feeds. He stops once he’s fully sheathed, his thighs connected to the back of mine, and we breathe in unison as we adjust to the feeling of being enveloped in one another.

I let out a shaky gasp, clenching around him. “Mmmm, D-Dominic!”

“I know, baby. You’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me -- shit,” His voice rasped. Needy hands grasp my waist, anchoring themselves to me as he attempts to steady his breathing. Featherlight kisses are sprinkled across my shoulders before he buries his face in the crook of my neck. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching like that. Relax, doll -- I got you.”

His words do nothing to quell the ache for him, only igniting the passion for more. His cock twitches inside of me and it makes me whimper. I take deep, steadying breaths through my nose, willing myself to calm down so he can give us the release we both desire from one another.

Once I’m relaxed enough for my walls to loosen around him, I beg, “Move, baby, please.”

And he delivers.

His hips snap against mine as he pistons into me. The echo of our connecting flesh reverberates throughout the room, our shared moans adding a crescendo to our symphony of devotion. My hands grip the cushions, balling the fabric into my fists as my walls stretch around his cock.

“I told you this skirt was dangerous, baby. Fuckin’ told you,” He hisses as he stares at the creamy ring forming around the base of his cock.

My hips are held firmly in his grasp, and I clench at the thought of finger-shaped bruises being left there for me to see later. My hand goes down to play with my clit as I already feel the incoming waves of a third orgasm building up within me.

The sensation has my mind in a whirl, and I rock my hips back onto him, becoming a glutton for the pleasure he bestows upon me. It was coursing through my veins and staining my insides, covering my inner being in a layer of prurient need. I ache for him as he aches for me. “That’s it, fuck me back, baby. Just like that.”

A moan gets caught in my throat when he hooks his arms under mine, pulling me back against him. My back connects to his chest, the arm wrapped around me keeping me pressed to him as he fucks me at a new angle. The tip of his cock hits the spot that sends me soaring out of my body, my vision begins to blur as everything drowns into a rapturous haze around me.

My third orgasm stills me, making me clamp down around his cock as he fucks me through the waves of pleasure that ripple through my body. I chant his name like a prayer as my cunt clings to him. Pulsing onto his member, and drawing in every inch as if she was trying to keep them captive.

“O-oh shit -- I’m not gonna last, doll,” His breathing is ragged, his thrusts growing sloppy and frantic and needy. “Tell me where you want it, baby.”

And I tried -- I really did. But the words are caught in my throat as the last pulses of my orgasm leave me. The fervor of his thrusts increases as he fights to hold on for me.

“T-tell me!” He gasps in my ear, “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you, love. It’s yours.”

“My mouth! My mouth, Dom, please,” I say in a choked gasp, my words finally catching up to me. He pulls out, manhandling my body to turn me around and position me in front of his cock. I take it, immediately maneuvering it into my mouth; drooling for a taste of him.

I’m met with the all-too-familiar sensation of heaviness on my tongue. His cock slides past my welcoming lips with ease as I relax my throat to take as much of him as I can muster. His hand finds a place in my hair as he softly thrusts himself to his peak, claiming my mouth as the oasis for his seed.

“B-Baby — fuck — I’m cumming. I’m cum- ugh,” The hand in my hair tightens to anchor himself, but he doesn’t force me any further than I could go. His eyes crunch shut, mouth open to release a raspy groan of my name as his member twitches in the back of my throat. The ropes of his hot seed spurt into my inviting mouth, and I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of my tongue and throat becoming saturated with his cum.

I swallow with a pleased hum, giving his tip a couple of lazy licks as I pull off. He whimpers from the sensitivity and I have mercy on him, giving his tip a final kiss before pulling away entirely. A spiderweb line of spit follows as I back away, keeping us connected, and it’s broken when he leans down to capture my mouth into another wet kiss.

We moan into the mouth of the other as the resolution of our act crashes upon us, becoming a dizzying combination of exhausted and elated.

“Happy Valentine’s, doll,” He giggles breathlessly against my lips as we pull away. I can’t help but join him in the hot, sweaty aftermath of our debauchery. “I love you so much.”

I ran a hand through his sweaty locks, clearing them from where they were stuck to his forehead. “And I love you, Dominic Fike.”

With one last searing kiss, he stands up straight, helping me to my feet and back onto the couch. Pulling his pants up, he goes to grab the roll of paper towels perched beside the mini-fridge. He returns to my slightly shaking form, his hand interlocking its fingers with mine as he kneels between my legs again to wipe them over.

He softly wipes the aftermath of our love from between my thighs, and swipes my panties from his pocket to slide them back over my legs once he’s done. Once the fabric is settled upon me, he leans down to press a kiss against my sensitive mound before fixing my slightly crumpled skirt back in place.

“How are you gonna explain the stain on your shirt?” I ask as I slide the bottom of my top back into place.

He removes it to reveal the long sleeve he’s wearing beneath it. “Always one step ahead, babe.”

“You’re so corny,” I say to him with a fond roll of my eyes.

“Whatever, you love my corny ass,” He retorts, flopping onto the couch and pulling me into his side. I curl into him as he holds me, pressing a kiss to my temple as he rubs soothing patterns on my arms.

I nuzzle my face into his neck, noting the way his pulse picks up underneath the residing flesh. A lazy smile tugs at my lips as I mull over his words, “Yeah, of course I do.”

Dominic’s phone lights up from the table and he briefly breaks our hold to pick it up. His eyes flit across the screen to read the message and he bursts out laughing.

“Babe, look!” He says, turning the screen towards me.

I look at the screen to see the text thread between him and Reed. There’s a photo featuring a long stretch of cars that seem endless, with a caption that reads:

We’ve been in this spot for 30 minutes -_-

“Bro, the one time LA traffic worked in our favor,” I say, laughing as I pass the phone back to him. “But now I want them to hurry up with my damn apple juice, I’m quite parched.”

He pockets his phone as he leans back, engulfing me in his arms once more as the laughter dies down into beaming smiles and chuckles. “Yeah, you lost a lot of fluids today.”

I roll my eyes at his crude reminder, as I cuddle myself into his chest. Suddenly, I’m hit with a realization and I sit up against him as he stares back at me with wide eyes. “Let me tell you how that book ended!”

___

We sit there for another 15 minutes, wrapped around each other as he listens to the crazy ending of the novel. “Wait, so the wife came back to life?”

“Dude, that’s what I’m so confused about! I wish the author could’ve explained that better instead of adding something for shock value,” I explain.

His pending response is cut off by the sound of the studio door opening, signaling the arrival of our friends.

“We’re backkkk!” Kevin announces as he and Reed march into the studio. They both hold black grocery bags in their hands and I sit up from Dominic, making grabby hands at either one that contains my treats.

“Did you guys fuck?” Reed asks as he passes me my apple juice and gummies. I take them happily, before responding.

“Gosh, do you guys have any faith in us? We’re not sex fiends, we can handle being together without ripping the other's clothes off,” I say, trying my best to keep a straight face as Dominic cracks up behind me.

Asshole is definitely not helping our case.

“Righttt,” Kevin says, unconvinced as he comes around to pass Dominic his tea. “That’s why you’re all cuddled up on his lap with those devil marks on your neck.”

I heat up at his observation, forgetting the evidence of Dominic’s urgency splayed across my skin. Kevin and Reed shake their heads at us, while Dominic laughs and I try to dissolve into the air.

“And Dom’s missing a layer,” Pipes up Reed from across the room.

“I got heated up,” He responds, shrugging as he cracks open his tea.

I follow his actions, twisting the cap of my apple juice and taking a gulp. I set it down before opening my pack of gummy worms and I notice Dominic’s prying eyes on them already.

And he says I’m the greedy one.

“Thanks for going to get this, guys!” I say, expressing my gratitude to my friends. “I saw the journey it took to make it back here.”

“Broooo, don’t even get me started on that shit,” Kevin starts, moving to his old spot on the couch, and flopping onto the cushion beside us. He’s about to start talking again until he freezes. I watch in horror as he feels beneath him and turns towards us with a look of confusion.

“Yo, why the couch wet?”

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Midori Sour pt.2 (d.f.)

pairing: dominic fike x (photographer fem! reader)

word count: 3,347

summary: you attend your friend Omar's pool party. what happens when liquid courage and a certain curly-haired boy combine to change your perspective on LA?

warnings: (18+) explicit language, smut, smoking of maryjane, unprotected s3x (kinda?),

author's note: Let me know down below if you guys would like a part 3 with the morning after. It would be such an adorable way to end this little mini series <3

It seemed he was thinking of you too, because soon after blue light flooded a small part of the room from a text, an unsaved number.

It read: “Can’t sleep. Come watch tv with me?”

You all but ran to the door, hopping up and making your way across the hall with no second thoughts. You lightly knocked, peering down the empty hallway, blanketed in silence as you waited for him to answer.

Your heart caught in your throat as the door swung open, and there he was. Clad in nothing but pajama pants, towering over your heated frame, he looked like everything you needed in this moment.

“One second..” He turns to walk back to the bed briefly, grabbing a freshly rolled joint and returning to meet you back at the door frame. “You down to come smoke this with me first?” He tilted his head slightly as he waited for your answer. You nodded, a small smile making its way onto your face.

You stepped aside, letting him lead you down the dimly lit hallway. The scent of his cologne followed behind him as you both made your way to the backyard. It looked so different out here when it was empty. Neon lights gently blanketed the large pool, pool floats drifting aimlessly, and the moon reflecting delicately in the calmness of the pool. You and Dominic walked to the edge of the water, sitting criss-crossed aside on the warm ground. The silence was a sharp contrast to the overstimulation of earlier, save from the quiet flickering of Dom’s lighter as he lit the joint. You watched closely as his pink lips parted, ghosting the smoke effortlessly.

“So..”He took an additional hit before handing it to you gently.”How long have you been like..in LA full time?” His eyes traced your features as you took a hit, waiting eagerly for your answer.

“Almost..6 months just about.” You blew out a bustling cloud of smoke, handing the joint back.

“You feel like you’re adjusting well?”

“Can you ever really feel adjusted to LA?” You sighed. He chuckles dryly, smoke coming with it.

“I’m with you on that. I've been here for a few years now, and shit, it still feels like sometimes I can’t ever keep up.” He shook his head, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he titled his head back to gaze up at the blanket of scarce stars blanketing the dark sky above you. The joint was at its near end, and after taking a final hit, he looked back towards you.

“Finish it off for me hm?” He held the small remnants of the joint in the air near you, watching you closely as you leaned forward to take a generous hit, not breaking eye contact. You pulled back, coughing at the smoke filling your lungs, and you both broke out into giggles at the choked sentence you attempted to get out mid cough.

“Holy shit.” You finally began to catch your bearings.

“You good?” He leans forward, one hand reaching to grab the underside of your jaw gently.

“Yeah..” Your breath stalls at the sudden contact. “Do you…should we go inside and get snacks or something?” You mentally facepalm yourself.

Snacks? Seriously Y/N?

“Oh uh..sure.” He hops up, offering his hand down to you, and hosting you to meet him on your feet.

You are once again trailing behind Dominic as you both make your way back inside. The kitchen is just as stunning as you remember , draped in marble countertops with a large island in the center. The pool lights crashed through the glass wall overlooking the backyard, serving as the backdrop to you and the tall boy’s silhouettes.

As he opened the fridge, you went to the candy drawer, remembering it from last time you came over.

“Y/N I’m not gonna kill you for grabbing a snack you know? Look through the drawers hunny, I can’t even finish half the shit I buy anyway.” Omar stated.

“Yeah-sorry.” You stumbled out.

“You know, one day soon, you’re gonna come out of that shell of yours.”

“Maybe for the right amount of liquor and a miracle." You sigh.

You chuckled at the memory, settling on a pack of sour patches to sooth your munchies. You padded over lightly to the island, leaning back up against it. Dominic made his way across from you, leaning against the counter opposite you. You were too focused on opening the package to notice his gaze trained on your face.

After finally getting it open, you finally looked up at him. “Want some?” You raised an eyebrow.

“For sure.” He leans forward, opening his palm as you shake a few into his hand.

A comfortable silence fell over you both, as you briefly turned your head to look out the window. Being alone with Dominic was strangely comfortable, almost like you two already knew each other. You returned your gaze to him, surprised to find him still taking glances at you, seemingly deep in thought.

“What?” You broke the silence.

“What do you mean what?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what again?” He asks, genuine concern lacing his voice.

“Your eyes, that thing you do. I feel like you’re looking too deep into me. Like you’re gonna see something you don’t like if you stop prying.” You state dryly, peering down at your feet that have become the most interesting things in the world.

“I haven’t been able to stop looking at you all night, don’t you realize that? If there was something about you I disliked, which there isn’t, I’d know by now.” You couldn’t help the heat spreading through your cheeks, and more importantly the schoolgirl-like smile fighting its way to your face, tilting your head down to your feet in an attempt to hide it.

Your breath stalls in your throat as you see him stand up from his leaned position on the counter, walking closer and closer to you until there was nothing but a few inches between you too. You could feel the heat blazing from his skin, and you had no choice but to face him as he caged you in against the counter with his arms on either side of you. He was towering over you, bringing his face so close to you that the faint smell of mint and weed was faint.

His doe eyes were blown, and you couldn’t help yourself from utterly and completely drowning in them. A small smirk made its way to his face as he took notice of your shaky breathing, your own eyes mirroring his.

“Dom..” You muttered weakly.

“What is it?’ He asks, feigning ignorance. “You have me out here about to kiss a girl I just met today, you realize that?” He sighs.

Please do something, anything.

You nodded, begging him silently to do it. Just as you stood on your tippy toes to hover your lips closer, he lunged forward gently to connect your lips. You had been aching for this feeling all day, and the pleasure surging through your veins was even more euphoric than you could’ve imagined. It started out gently, testing the waters as you both sank deeper. You and his hands began to make their ways to explore each other, making your kiss deeper and more intense.

You gasped as he lifted you onto the counter, and he replaced his mouth in no time. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer as you began to slyly grind up into him. It took everything in him to pull back from you, and you almost chased his lips as he began to speak.

“How far do you wanna go?” He pulled back from you, raising his eyebrows, rubbing circles into your hips.

“I want you to take me all the way Dominic.” You breathe out.

Holy shit this cannot be happening.

Without missing a beat, he lifts your heated frame into his arms, resuming your kiss as he walks you back to his room, closing the door behind him. He places you down gently on the bed, crawling over you between your thighs, using his arms to hold him up above you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He says breathlessly, pupils blown out from the adrenaline pulsing through him.

“Hm you think so?” You asked shyly.

“Yeah I do.” He smiled at your coyness, diving back in to connect your lips. His warm hands made their way under his hoodie on your body, making you gasp as they came in contact with your stomach. You began to rid yourself of it, and he leaned back to help you finish, tossing somewhere in the room haphazardly.

He kissed down your jaw, kissing and sucking lightly across your neck, tilting your chin back gently for access. A whimper broke from your lips, cutting through the silence in the room. He continued his torture down the expanse of your chest, leaning back to play with the edge of your tube top.

He tilted his head to the side at you adorably, “Is it okay if I take this off?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

You pulled it over your head, the both of you now only clad in bottoms. You instinctively rush to cover your chest, and his intense gaze softens for a moment. He gently grabs both of your hands in his hand, removing them from your chest to push your hands above your head. He dips his head down, peppering kisses all over your chest.

“So so pretty.” He says between kisses. His mouth trails over to your nipples, eyes locking with yours as he wraps a mouth around your nipple. A whine rips through your throat, echoing a little too loud. He pulls back, whispering near your ear while nipping at it.

“I need you to be quiet for me babydoll. You think you can do that for me?” His voice sends a lightning strike of pleasure down through you and to your core. His eye contact found its way back to you, the depth of his stare drowning you. With the way he looked at you, he could convince you to do anything.

You nodded, eyes glazing over.

“Good girl.” He nods back at you, humming in approval. “Lift up your hips for me.” He slid your underwear and pajamas off of you gently.

A chill ran through you as you realized you were completely and utterly bare to him, and he had the same realization. His eyes raked over your frame, mouth slightly agape as he took you in fully.

“Jesus christ you are perfect.” He rasped out, heat flushing your features at the compliment.

“Dom..” You cover your eyes with your hand, turning away from him as a smile breaks out on your face.

He silently slid down the bed, finding a place between your thighs as he hiked your leg up onto his shoulder. Your breath began to become unstable, your brain unable to catch up to your body. You felt his soft lips gently kiss the inside of your thighs, and he leaned his face onto your thigh.

“Hey…look at me baby. Please?” You couldn’t resist the sickeningly sweet rasp of his voice, and peeled your arm away from your face to look down at him. His puppy eyes were impossible, brown and deep, silently begging you to fully give yourself to him.

You watched as he hovered over where you needed him most, finally connecting his mouth to your core. You threw your head back at the contact, the weed and buildup from today combining to make you more sensitive than you’ve ever been in your life. Your breath stalls, and you grip onto him for dear life, suppressing the moan that threatens to spill as he works you over with his tongue.

He begins to slide a finger into your entrance slowly, gripping onto your hip to keep you still as your hips jolt at each brush of your g-spot. Your hips grind up into him, small whimpers and heavy breaths racking your chest. He hums in appreciation, selfishly relishing in how hard you were fighting to stay quiet. The plateau you had been on was now turning into an incline, and you felt yourself becoming closer and closer to tumbling over the edge. Your legs shook uncontrollably, stiffening as your hands searched wildly for something, anything to bite down on.

You settled on a throw pillow, bringing it to your mouth as you sunk your teeth into it. Your eyes rolled as a sob racked your chest into the pillow as your orgasm suddenly washed over you. Dominic watched uninterrupted as your back arched, and you gave into him shamelessly, convulsing underneath him with your hand laced in his near your hip.

He let you ride it out before pulling back as you whined at the sensitivity, wiping his mouth of you and bringing himself back above you.

“Hey..” He cupped your face gently, trying to coax your eyes back to him. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, still finding your breath. “Holy shit.”

He chuckles at your dramatics, leaning down to kiss your forehead. When you finally open your eyes, the fire behind them is burning bright, pupils blown from your recent rush.

You peer down between you both, noticing the tent in his pants that’s poking lightly against your thigh. He follows the path down to where you’re looking, taking in the way your mouth was slightly agape.

“Hey.” He calls your attention back to him, rubbing his thumb gently at your cheekbone. “Are you okay if I-”

“Yeah!” You clear your throat. “Sorry. Yeah. That’s fine.”

He flashes you a look of gentleness, moving back from you to rid himself of his pajama pants. He groans at the relief, his manhood stiff and taunts against his stomach, precum glinting in the lights of the room. You can’t help when your eyes widen at the sight. He climbs back over you, pulling the comforter over you both up to his hips.

“Dom..I don’t…I don’t think that’s gonna fit.” You weren’t a virgin, but the sheer size of him compared to what you were prepared for was making your mind race. His eyebrows raise, as he smiles down at you.

“I’m flattered that you think I’m well endowed. But I promise you, it will. Trust me.” Sincerity danced around the rings of his irises, leaving you no choice but to believe him. You nod slowly, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Are you on birth control baby?” He continues. You nod again. He kisses your nose. “Good.”

He finally settles between your legs, beginning to rub his tip between your dripping folds, making both you and him gasp. “Holy shit baby you are soaked.” He groans, squeezing his eyes together to find his bearings. He pauses for a moment, massaging your hip bone as he begins to speak again.

“You are beautiful, you know that?” He looks down your frame, taking in you again once again, relishing in the compromising position you both found yourself in. “I need you to let me know if it's ever too uncomfortable, I will stop anytime. I mean it. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm.” You nod, unconsciously grinding your hips up into his in impatience.

“Ok. Ok. I get it.” His breath stalls at the contact, turning his attention back to between your legs. He finally begins to push the head in, both of you gasping again. “Hey. Breathe.” He nodded down at you, taking in your still chest. You attempted to oblige, short, harsh breaths leaving your nose in an attempt to relax yourself. Your eyes rolled as he worked into you inch by inch, the slick walls of you welcoming him in effortlessly. Your hips jump as he finally presses fully into you, brushing your g-spot and making him near whine as you fully sheathed him.

“There we go. Atta girl.” He praised raspily, delighting in how your legs began to wrap around him and your eyes found him in a sultry and desperate spell. When you fully adjusted as he moved slowly, a tame moan broke through the barrier of your lungs, and he ducked near your ear once again. “Shh baby, you gotta be quiet for me remember?”

“Dom I’m trying- it’s so hard.” You whimper pathetically, sounding almost on the verge of tears as you wrapped your arms around his toned back.

“I know baby I know.” He tuts in mock sympathy, picking up his pace slightly and pressing deeper into you with every thrust. “You can do it though, I know you can.” You threw your head back, clenching down onto him, your hips jolting as he prodded at the one spot you needed him over and over.

Your hands dug into him harshly, sure to leave some marks in the morning. Your best efforts to conceal your noise were no match for the torturous pleasure washing over you, coursing through your veins. The boy between your legs seemed almost hellbent on making you wanna scream. A guttural moan flies from your lips, and his hand flies up to catch in its path, cupping your mouth.

His eyes lock onto yours, watching as they roll, just as his hips rolled fervently between your own. Your legs began to shake around him, cueing him into your impending release. Another breathless moan is muffled against his palm as he reaches his free hand between you both, using the wetness there to circle your sensitive bud.

“You gonna be a good girl and give me another?” He watches as your wet eyes fight to look back at him, groaning as you begin to clench down on him relentlessly. Before you both knew it you were flying over the edge for the second time, holding onto the man for dear life as silent sobs wracked through your whole body. “There you go. Give it to me.” He rasps, biting down on your shoulder lightly when his own release begins to creep up.

As your orgasm begins to wane in intensity, his own finally approaches, both of you a desperate mess as you hold onto each other like your lives depend on it. You feel him fill you up with one final pump. You would have to grapple in the morning with the fact that you had sex with a man on the first day of knowing him, and welcomed his eager release into you so willingly. However, said man was Dominic Fike, so any residual regret would be very limited, if at all.

He gently pulls out, the emptiness a sharp contrast to the depths of you he has just reached. His mop of curls was flush against your chest as he laid his head down on you. You both laid wrapped in the comforter and the warmth of one another, letting your breaths catch up with you. Your nails scratched his scalp lightly, curls slightly damp, and a hand ran down his overly warm back. Your eyes were barely open, but you peered down at him , noticing his fluttering closed.

“Y/N” He grumbles lightly, almost startling you.

“Hm?”

“Can I take you out to breakfast tomorrow?”

A tired smile breaks out on your face. “Do you want to?”

“I do.” He shuffles closer to you, burying his face in your neck. “Don't want you to think this is all I wanted you know? You are amazing, from what I can tell. Wanna keep talking to you.” You feel him smile into your neck, pecking a light kiss after.

“I’d like that.”

“Also want you to keep making me midori sours if that's okay.” He says, wrapping himself impossibly closer as if being in your skin wouldn’t even suffice.

“Mm. I can do that.” You sigh comfortably.

You both fell asleep, limps wrapped up haphazardly around one another. The serenity of the night blanketed you both, both of you blissfully unaware of the chaos that Dominic’s story had caused.

While you drifted deeper, a blue notification lit up the entire room:

“Instagram: 1000+ notifications”

TO BE CONTINUED: I have made the executive decision to make a finale: part 3! It will be very fluffy and a bit comical, I look forward to wrapping this up in a really sweet way. Thank you all, enjoy!

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s7nburn · 4 months

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Midori Sour pt.1 (d.f.)

pairing: dominic fike x (photographer fem! reader)

word count: 3,711

summary: you attend your friend Omar's pool party. what happens when liquid courage and a certain curly-haired boy combine to change your perspective on LA?

warnings: (18+) explicit language, alcohol consumption (second part WILL contain smut) , MDNI!

author's note: i'm back! this is the first part of a two part story. this is loosely based off of my recent endeavors as a photographer who has literally only been to LA once in her life. enjoy :)

BONUS: listen to Hit Me Up by Omar Apollo + Dominic Fike for the full experience

The sun braised down the LA street as you stepped out the back of an uber, clad in a tank top and shorts, with a matching blue bikini set underneath. A duffle bag hangs on your shoulder as you approach the front door, ringing the doorbell. Your eyes scan the scenic neighborhood around you as you wait for it to open, as you take notice of the faint music and laughter you could hear around the other side of the grand house. You were brought out of your thoughts by the front door swinging open, immediately being wrapped up in a warm hug from the man in front of you.

“Y/N!”

“Hi Omar!” You chuckled, muffled into his chest.

“Come in! Everyone’s in the back.” He steps aside, letting you in. “You can go down the hall and find an empty guest room for your stuff, there should be…at least a few.” His words slurred slightly.

“The pool party just started and you’re already drunk huh?” You smirked, closing the door behind you.

“I am the party Y/N. It was 5PM somewhere when I started drinking.” He raises his eyebrows, walking backwards towards the back door. A chuckle escaped your throat, making you shake your head at his antics.

You originally met Omar during the filming of one his music videos as a production assistant. You were new to working in LA, and he was a breath of fresh air to the hectic energy of the city, and you guys became friends almost instantly. This wasn’t the first party of his you had been invited to, but you were not the most keen on thrusting yourself into a scene full of famous people, it felt almost like you were interrupting something unspoken. You accepting today’s invitation was an attempt at getting over that hump, and trying to have a life outside of work.

You watched as he walked out, music blaring from the backyard momentarily before being muffled by the now-closed door.

You made your way down the hall, poking your head into the different doors, finding the first few were already claimed.

I wonder who else is here, you thought.

You stopped near the end of the hall, finally landing on an empty room. You placed your bag on the bed, sauntering back down the hall to meet everyone outside. You braced yourself, peeking through the backdoor, surprised at the amount of people out there. You were too distracted by the buzz and activity of it all to notice the boy standing behind you, until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

He cleared his throat, prompting you to whip your head around to meet his gaze. Surprised was too simple of a word to describe the feeling that overcame you as you realized who it was. Dominic fucking Fike. He was taller than you remember him looking when you saw him on stage a few years back, curls slightly damp and a warm tan dancing across his toned body. He was holding a few bottles of vodka in his grasp.

“Do you mind opening the door for me?” He asked, seemingly unphased by your staring and silence.

“Oh, uh..yeah! Yeah. Sorry.” You jumbled out, stepping aside to slide the door open for him.

He chuckled lightly. “Thank you so much.” He walks out a few feet. “You’re the best.” He says over his shoulder, walking over to the outdoor bar. You made your way to an empty chair, ridding yourself of your shorts and tank top. Sure, you were slowly getting used to meeting celebrities in your line of work, but you sure weren’t used to being that close to most of them half naked in such an informal setting.

You watched across the pool, watching Dominic as he joined a group of people. It was almost palpable, the amount of awe and admiration that everyone seemed to have for him, and you couldn’t blame them. He threw his head back in laughter, and if you listened close enough you could hear it faintly through the music. His eyes scanned the pool before landing back on you, freezing you in your place. You swallowed thickly as his eyes scanned over you, intensely analyzing you piece by piece, before connecting with yours again.

What the fuck. Did I just get checked out by..no. Maybe?

Just as quick as you spotted him though, he was gone.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, snapping out of your trance to scan the chaos for Omar, seemingly the only person here that you knew. You found him near the edge of the large pool, finishing up a conversation with a couple who looked like they were getting a little too comfortable under the water.

He turned to you as you approached him, tilting his head to the side as he caught a wave of your unsure eyes and tense body language. He unwrapped your arms from your chest, dropping one of your arms to pull you with him lightly to the bar.

“You’re way too tense, and frankly, too fucking sober.” You both arrived at the bar, and you watched as he scanned the seemingly endless options of alcohol, settling on an unflavored vodka.

“Luckily, you are just in time for shot o’ clock.” You watched as he poured you both up double shots, dancing and humming along to whatever song was currently playing.

You clink your glasses together, throwing your head back and the shot with it. As the shot begins to flood heat through your chest, you lean up against the bar, and you hear Omar yell across the backyard.

“Dom! Come here bro!” He waves his hands obnoxiously. You watch over your shoulder as the boy finally arrives, leaning up against the bar with you. “ Have I introduced you to Y/N? She’s my favorite girl everrr. She makes music videos!"

You look up at the tall man, as he turns his head to scan a gaze up and down your body, finally tracing his eyes up to meet your eyes. His gaze was low and red, the obvious red cup in his hand and joint tucked behind his ear clued you into why.

“We met in the kitchen, she helped me get the fucking booze out here. She’s a life saver.” He says, his sultry gaze not leaving your eyes. “Dominic.” He sticks his hand out for you to shake.

“I know.” You raise your eyebrows, shaking his hand.

“I forget I’m technically a, celebrity kinda, I hate that fucking word. But it’s nice to formally meet you.” He says, taking a gulp from his red gulp.

“What’s in your cup? That looks a little empty.” Omar leans over the counter, peering into Dominic’s cup.

“It’s-”

“Doesn’t matter. You made it just in time for shot o’clock.” Omar smiles from ear to ear. He dishes out a third shot cup, filling all three to the brim with vodka. You all clink them together, and you find that this shot is easier to take back than the previous, almost too smooth. You close your eyes relishing in how the base thrumming you begins to feel amazing, causing you to sway back and forth. Omar comes from around the bar, dancing with you.

Dominic can’t help the way his eyes fixate on the fluidity of your hips, and the blissed out look on your face. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he watches as the tense body language he observed across the pool earlier seemingly dissolved, now drenched in liquid confidence. A different type of heat begins to blaze through him at the sight.

You had finally begun to open up, taking the next hour leading up to sunset to make your way around the party. You had met a group of girls in the bathroom, thrown a bit of ass, and flirted with one person to your memory. You were at least 6 shots deep now, the anxiety from earlier nonexistent. Unbeknownst to you, Dominic had snuck glances as you made your journey around the party, and it seemed every time he had the grand idea to actually have a conversation with you, you were gone.

As time passed, the large crowds migrated, emptying the backyard until it was you, Dominic, Omar, and a few of their mutual friends left in the pool.

You all were in the water now, bouncing mindless conversation off of one another. You couldn’t help but take notice of the red head stuck to Dominic’s side that had not been here earlier. He barely paid her any mind, but she seemed completely enamored by him. It was strange to say, but you did indeed feel a sense of jealousy at the possessiveness she had over the boy, there was something about him that made you wanna talk to him and she was making it almost impossible. You caught him occasionally sneaking glances at you as you made conversation with other people. The red head also found herself unable to keep sharp glares from flying in your direction, seemingly unwarranted.

An idea suddenly came to you. “Omarrr.” You drawled on, smiling as he turned to you excitedly. “Do you have melon liquor?”

He took a moment, eyebrows furrowing in thought, before nodding enthusiastically. You made your way to the edge of the pool, hoisting yourself up onto the warm cement. Dominic’s doe eyes followed you, and specifically the curve of your ass as you made your way to your feet.

“ Who wants a midori sour?” You exclaimed, watching in amusement as everyone raised their hand.

“You know how to make those?” Omar says, seemingly taken aback.

“I’m a woman of many trades.” You joke smugly over your shoulder.

You trotted over to the outdoor bar, thankful that the roof of it provided you some shield from the intense sun that had been baking you for hours now. You bite down on your bottom lip as you focus, taking embarrassingly long to count out how many glasses you needed. This cocktail was your only party trick, picked up from a few bartender gigs in college. You began dishing out shots of melon liqueur into the cups.

“How many shots go into it that way?” A voice suddenly breaks from behind you, making you jump.

“Jesus how fucking long were you standing there?” You fuss at him.

“Not that long.” He steps off from leaning on the counter, coming closer to you as you resume your previous actions. “How many?”

“Two.”

“That looks like a little more than 2 shots.” He says, and you look back to find Dominic peering over your shoulder at the various in-progress cocktails.

“I pour with my heart, I am not bound by the measurements of man.” You say without missing a beat.

“God that’s actually fucking profound, or maybe I’m just crossfaded and easily impressed.” He continues, “Well actually, you could probably say anything to me and I’d think it was profound.”

“All I’m hearing is that you are madly in love with me.” You sigh, voice dripping with mock pity.

“You might be onto something.” He smirks, eyes burning into the side of your face.

“Don’t joke too loud, it might upset your girlfriend over there.” You say, nodding back towards her direction.

“I don’t have..who are you- oh.” He realizes. “For the record, I don’t know her. She has been up my ass all night unwarranted, keeps telling me she likes my music and my tattoos.” You scoff at the answer.

“ Don’t we all?”

“You listen to my music?” He makes his way closer, leaning his hips back against the counter that you’re cutting fruit at, looking down at you. You were silently grateful that he somehow didn't realize you meant his tattoos too.

“Here and there.” You smirk to yourself, finishing cutting up a lime.

“What’s your favorite?”

“Probably ‘Dark’, or maybe your song with Omar, I’m a little biased on the latter.” You chuckle. Your lips wrap around a lime slice, sucking gently, and Dominic thinks to himself that he didn’t know a lime could be this fucking sensual. He is so lost in the view of your face and your figure that he forgets to even respond.

“Don’t stare at me, you’re making me nervous.” You respond without looking up, eyes trained on mixing the drinks in front of you. “You have an intense gaze, you know?”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm” You take a sip of one of the drinks, face scrunching up at the burn making its way down your throat. “I think…I think that most people, including me, are afraid of being perceived in a vulnerable way. You look at people, you look like, through people in a way that’s very…heavy.”

“Does that bother you?” He questions. You finally turn to meet his gaze, tilting your head to the side in mock thought as you peer up at him.

“Hm. In a strange way..I like it.”

“Get a room you two! Where are the cocks?” You suddenly hear Omar yell from the pool, snapping you two out of the unofficial staring contest you two had begun.

You and Dominic jokingly groan simultaneously. ‘Please never refer to cocktails as cocks again!” You yelled towards him, stifling a laugh. “Wanna help me?” You ask, referencing, to the now done drinks on the counter, unknowingly flashing your doe eyes up at the man.

“I’d be a dick if I didn’t return the favor.” He chuckled, lifting several drinks into his hands effortlessly. Somehow, you made it back to the group without tripping over your own feet.

“I will warn everyone that these drinks are mostly midori and the tiniest bit sour.” You admit, handing out the drinks until everyone was sipping on one. Dominic and you found yourselves sitting close together now, sitting on the edge of the pool. You couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered across his body, now being painted by the vibrant sunset. It didn’t matter what he was saying, his pink full lips kept you on edge, practically making you squeeze your thighs together at the tension beginning to flood your shared eye contact.

The smallest smirk found its way to your face as you noted the scowl painted on the red head’s face at the lack of access to Dominic. Was it petty to relish in the misfortune of others, sure. Were you stopping anytime soon tonight for her? No chance.

One of Dominic and Omar’s friends suddenly exclaimed, “Drinking game!”, to which you all joined in agreement.

It started off tame, with a few cheeky questions/ dares. Now, here you were, preparing for Dominic Fike to take a body shot off of you. If someone asked you what 6 months ago you thought you’d be doing now, having one of your favorite musicians do a body shot off of your half naked body at another celebrity’s mansion was not in the cards. To be fair, it was neither of your ideas. Little miss redhead, who’s name you learned was Ana, asked Dominic to take a shot off the most attractive woman, most likely assuming it would go in her favor, and had inadvertently set you up to do perhaps the most insane thing you had ever done since moving to LA.

“Relax your stomach, you’re messing up my base.” Dominic whispered to you.

“Sorry, this is just fucking insane.” You sighed, trying to steady your breathing.

“Do you want me to stop?” He questioned, genuine concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah cause he can do it off me if you’re too scared.” Ana snickered.

That attitude sent a visceral courage through you. Turns out spite and alcohol was a beautiful combination for growing a pair.

“No. Go.” You spat out suddenly.

You gasped as his warm tongue came in contact with your stomach, soaking up the midori sour that was poured onto you. The rest of the group gasped and giggled like children at the sultry action, cheering for you both as Dominic finally sat up, smiling and cheering along with them.

A chill ran through you at the downright tantalizing look that overcame his already enticing gaze. It took everything in you not to hop into his lap and ride him, company and all. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought, returning your attention to the rest of the group in an attempt to sooth the tension building in your core.

“Damn Y/N, you got fucking balls. That was probably the hottest shit you’ve done since you touched down. I promise you.” You smiled cheekily at Omar’s praise, gulping down more alcohol.

The game continued, testing the boundaries on how intrusive you thought a game like this could get. While everyone was too distracted over a debate about hookups, Dominic pulled out his phone.

“Look up.” He whispered to you. You looked up, to find his Instagram story camera open. You both simultaneously flashed a middle finger. “Tag yourself.” He stated, passing you the phone.

“You know your fans are fucking psychos right?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Who cares.” He says matter of factly.

You tagged yourself and watched as he immediately posted. In a strange way, it was an ego boost. You weren’t the most consistent on Instagram outside of work, but you knew he barely posted, especially so directly. It was intimidating but thrilling knowing exactly what type of attention this would garner. This was a consequence for tomorrow morning’s Y/N and Dom.

“Holy shit I already follow you.” He remarks.

“No way.” You say, leaning over to look.

“Yes way. I see your shit all the time, it's dope. Small world huh?”

“Very.”

“Wanna make it smaller?” He quips.

Your eyebrows furrow at the question, undeniably a little nervous at whatever idea he had.

“How so?”

“Put your number in my phone.” You looked up at him, tracing his eyes for a joke.

“You’re insane, you know that? I could be like a crazy serial killer stalker.” You say matter of factly.

“Maybe you are, yeah. I’m okay with that as it stands for now though.”

You slowly took the phone back from his hands, typing your number in, and adding a cheesy picture of you in the moment. You passed it back, smiling up at him, you noticed that when he smiled back, a dimple popped out of his cheek.

Hm. I never noticed that.

“Who’s ready to take the shenanigans inside.” Omar slightly slurs.

You all gathered your belongings, wrapped yourselves in towels, hissing at the cold contrast of the AC against your wet skin. The house was empty save for the 6 of you, and you all split up to go shower, agreeing to come back in 30 minutes to eat and pick a movie to watch.

You settled on pajama shorts and a tube top, too tipsy to care about your nipples attempting to peek through.

You meet everyone else out in the living room, everyone looking refreshed and maybe a little tired.

“What’s everyone craving?” Omar asks, eyes low and scanning the room.

“Taco Bell.” You all say in unison. A collective laughter breaks out in the echoey room at the coincidence. Omar placed a group order, and as you waited for your order, you all found your place on a couch. You and Dominic smushed together onto a loveseat that was certainly made for one person, but neither of you dared to move.

“ Someone’s cold.” Dominic snickers in your ear, taking notice of your nipples reacting to the AC. You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Want my hoodie? I have a shirt underneath.”

“Um..sure.” While the cold wasn’t too uncomfortable, you weren’t gonna pass up the opportunity to wear his hoodie. You’d be stupid to say no. He pulled it off of him, and as you put in on his cologne flooded your nose.

“It looks better on you than me.” He chuckles, scanning down past the hoodie, down your legs that were curled up near him.

“Maybe I’ll make it mine then.” You smirked up at him, breathing catching as his eyes lingered on your lips too long for comfort.

Omar suddenly clears his throat. “Are y’all done eye fucking so we can pick a movie.” Your heads snap to him.

“I’m good with anything.” You both say in unison, snapping your heads back to each other.

Dinner soon arrived, and for the next hour you all ate and one by one people began heading to bed. You watched as Omar headed to bed with his friend you didn't even realize he was flirting with. It was just you and Dom. Though it was a little past midnight, and with all the alcohol in your system, you should be utterly exhausted. But you’re not, and it seems neither was he.

You began cleaning up outside and a little in the living room. You know Omar has hired a cleaner, but if you were gonna be up, might as well make use of it. Soon after, you and Dom made your way down the hallway, finding that your rooms were right across from each other. You paused, silhouettes lit dimly by the light coming through the window shade.

“We should probably go to bed right?” He asked, peering down at you, looking like he wanted to do anything but sleep.

“Yeah-um. Yeah we should.” You respond. It takes everything in both of you to pull away from each other's gaze, and you both walk backwards until you hit your respective doors.

“Goodnight.” He says, smiling softly at you.

“Goodnight.” You return the smile.

You had spent nearly 15 minutes tossing and turning, unable to find a tired bone in your body. You laid flat on your back, huffing in the dark room at the lack of anything currently happening. It was no surprise that your mind began to wonder to the boy across the hall.

Right across the fucking hall.

It seemed he was thinking of you too, because soon after blue light flooded a small part of the room from a text, an unsaved number.

It read: “Can’t sleep. Come watch tv with me?

look out for part 2 soon! Muah.

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warning(s): smutty smut smutt yo, try at some plot yet again, lil long and all that…this filthy yall

a/n: there's for sure a ton of grammar edits that need to be made, so bear with me while i work on them! i can never seem to catch them all first day

enjoy, thanks to this yummy ass freaky ass request lmao 💗 sorry it took so long, i'm a slow writer...

You sit between Dominic, your thighs spread and thrown over his legs.

He lays back against the headboard, pink blankets, and furry throw pillows around the two of you as he trails his hands up your quivering legs.

Your canopy, a sheer pink fabric floating above your bed, does little to hide the two of you.

His warm palm contradicts the chill of the rings littering his fingers–and it makes you jolt when they caress your inner thigh.

He’s fully dressed.

A well-worn leather jacket, its surface scuffed and softened with time, hangs open over a plain fitted t-shirt, showing his solid build underneath. And jeans, their denim rough against the smooth skin of your legs.

The build-up to this wasn’t the most ideal. A lot of pent-up frustration.

He’d asked you to come with him to his YSL after-party. Usually, you'd be ready to transform yourself into his arm candy for the night, the touch of his hand lingering on your lower back as you walked into the club with him.

But this time, a different kind of excitement bubbled within you – your best friend's birthday party.

You'd promised weeks ago to go clubbing with her and some friends, and the thought of letting her down felt worse than seeing the frown that started creasing your boyfriend's forehead.

A tense silence stretched over the two of you.

"You're going out with them again?" his voice was flat, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

"It's Aria's birthday, Dom," you say, jutting your hip and leaning your weight to your right leg. "I promised weeks ago."

"This is the third time this month you’ve blown me off," he countered, sucking his teeth. "It's a big night for me. You fuckin’ know that man!”

A part of you understood, a nagging guilt prickling at your conscience. Maybe if you’d mentioned her birthday earlier, things could have been different.

But you also had a life, commitments you couldn't break at the last minute. Silence stretched between you again before you stated you were going for a shower, not having the energy for an argument.

You came out of the bathroom to an empty apartment, and anger started to simmer beneath your skin.

No goodbye kiss, no I love you.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. Tonight was about Aria. Not you, and not your pissy boyfriend. You wouldn't let his actions ruin your night.

Glancing at your phone, you switched it off. Letting silence and your disconnect speak for you. You hope he got the message.

He did.

Swaying slightly, you walked back into your apartment, the gems stitched into your tight two-piece glimmering in the warped light of the city skyline that was bleeding in through your windows.

It was your skimpiest set, one that usually earned a cheeky ass grab from Dominic.

You’d only worn it once and promised only to wear it when going out with him.

Which is why he clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose when he saw you saunter in through the door at two am in that same set—reaching for the wall to peel off your boots.

Completely oblivious to his presence.

He watched as a giggle escaped your lips when you turned to look at yourself in the hallway mirror.

Your mascara and eyeliner smudged and the glitter eyeshadow you'd swiped from Aria’s makeup bag, migrated into tiny, shimmering stars under your eyes.

Your eyes are red and lidded, a remnant from the blunt you and Aria hotboxed her car with before she dropped you off.

Combined with the tequila swirling in your system, you were in a heady euphoria. Ready for sleep, the comfort of your pajamas, and your bed.

Breathing a content sigh, you turned towards the living room, and your playful smile vanished the moment your eyes met your boyfriend's sprawled form on the couch.

The two tequila shots sloshed comfortably in your stomach, but the weed buzzed a different kind of energy through you. Your limbs felt light, almost detached, and the edges of the room seemed hazy,

Dominic being the only thing your mind was processing.

Your argument replayed in your mind, a sour note against the fuzzy high. He sat with his hands clasped loosely in his lap, legs sprawled, and his posture slouched.

His gaze roamed your body, lingering a second too long on your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your top, before flicking back up to meet your eyes.

He looked pissed, and a chill of satisfaction wisped over you.

With an off balanced sway in your hips, you stumble over to him, ready to piss him off more than he already looked.

The closer you got, the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of a strain you’re familiar with. He was high, pupils dilated and glassy, mirroring yours.

There was an edge to him, a dangerous undercurrent, and it only fueled your ego. A twisted knot of pleasure growing in your chest knowing you were the reason for it.

You grinned, throwing one leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. Dominic lifts his eyes to yours, staring you down despite being under you.

You feel his body flex under you.

“Awh, you look pissed baby.” you pouted, voice dripping with mock sympathy. You tilted your head to the side raking your acrylics through his hair, and pushing it back from his face. His eyebrow piercing glinted when his head knocked to the side under the aggression of your hand.

The saccharine dripping from your voice was enough to curdle milk. "What’s wrong? You can tell Mama." you cooed, nodding with fake concern.

Dominic's jaw clenched, a flicker of something like a warning sparking in his eyes before he let out a humorless laugh, licking his bottom lip and looking away from your face.

His leg started to bounce, a telltale sign of his patience wearing thin.

You weren't sure where this new attitude came from, but a thrill snaked through you as you realized you were effectively getting under his skin.

The earlier fight still hung heavy for you, and you found yourself reveling in this power trip.

Before he could pull away, your hand tightened around the fist full you had of his hair and yanked him back to face you.

"Oh, I think I know," you purred. "Is Dommy mad that I turned my phone off?" You pouted again, the childish facade at odds with the glint in your eyes.

"Yeah, that's what it is, isn't it? Or is it because I wore your favorite little two-piece without you?”

You pulled his head back so his adams apple was barred, “Maybe next time don’t leave without acknowledging me first, yeah?”

You leaned in, lips hovering over Dominic’s. You could smell the mint and alcohol in his breath, before moving to his ear.

“Fuck you.” You whispered, patting his cheek with a smile.

Pleased, you moved to get off him but halted when his hand grabbed at your hips and squeezed tight, forcing you back. You gasped at the sudden pressure, wincing slightly when he pressed harder over the bone.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Before you could sass him back, Dominic’s hand flew to your neck and pressed at the pleasure points on the side of your throat.

“Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to let you talk to me like that?” Your clit pulsed, this is a side of your boyfriend you’d never seen. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting worked up by his attitude. You pressed down on his lap and felt his dick hard and poking under his jeans–a grin spread across your lips.

“But you like it,” You wrapped your fingers around his hand on your neck, and slightly squeezed, not breaking eye contact. “Don’t you Dommy?”

And now you’re in your current position.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” Dominic mutters. The hand that’s not working your thigh, sliding down your top to fondle your tits. Your nails dig into his leg, a whimper leaving your lips.

“You know better than that.” He flicks your clit through your shorts, and a pathetic squeal comes out of your throat at the pain. This was a side you weren’t familiar with, a side of him you didn’t know he could tap into. You’re unsure how to act, but a sick thrill washes over you.

“Dom please,” You breathe, “I didn’t mean—.”Dominic tuts, and muffles you with the palm of his hand.

“Yeah, you did, baby.” he slips his hand into your shorts and presses two fingers against your swollen clit, rubbing soft circles that causes your breath to catch. He’s barely applying pressure, just toying with you.

“No panties huh?” he tilted his head back, nostrils flaring as he expelled a long breath. The movement sent a shiver down your spine, and your stomach lurched.

You suck in a shaky breath, lips parting to defend yourself when his fingers tap on your lips with surprising force. He pushes them through and lets his middle and index fingers press down your tongue.

“Learn to just shut the fuck up.” he runs his tongue along the top of your ear and is quick to move his hand up from your shorts–pressing on your abdomen to bring you down when your hips buck up.

“Fuck!” you whine around his fingers, head lolling to the side, hand squeezing at his leather jacket.

He chuckles and tugs your shorts off, and he lands a smack against your sticky cunt before you can sigh in relief at finally having your shorts off.

Your vision blurs for a second, the sharp sting lacing through you. Your eyes fly shut, a surprised gasp leaving you. Fingers twitching. You’ve never felt this before, and your pussy tingles in want at the pleasured pain.

“You really wanted to piss me off tonight, huh?” his voice comes out scratchy and low. Like a threat, and you can’t help the way your cunt throbs. “Just needed everyone’s fuckin’ attention.”

You try to jerk your thighs close, but Dom’s quicker than you. Firmly gripping the meat of your thigh, and forcefully pressing down your right from the left.

His fingers still loosely hang out the side of your mouth, your spit slick across the side of your face. Your pussy leaks, both from pain and arousal, and you’re desperate for more.

Moving you around so that your legs are spread wider Dom pins you firmly against his chest.

“You don’t even deserve this.” he finally applies pressure to your clit, and your chest stutters. Sweat coats your body in a thin sheen making you appear dewy under the lit skyline pouring through your room window.

Dominic hooks his chin over your shoulder and peers his eyes down to your soaked cunt. He spreads your lips with his pointer and ring finger, the sound lewd. Your juices glimmer in the low light and Dom’s cock twitches in his jeans.

“Fuck, look at that,” he whispers, using the pad of his middle finger to just barely brush over your pearl. Your body quivers, fingers spazzing when you throw your head back against Dom’s shoulder.

“I—” You stutter, trying to find words.

“Hm?” He taunts, pulling his fingers away from your pussy and to his lips. You whimper at the loss of contact, eyes blown wide when Dominic makes a show of sucking off fingers. He opens his eyes just barely, and peers over at you. “Where’d all that mouth go?”

You try to speak again, but your mind blanks when the sound of Dominic’s belt unclasping filters through your ears. In a swift movement, he’s sliding out from behind you and removing his hand from your mouth.

Immediately you find yourself missing his heat and the heavy pressure of his fingers on your tongue.

Cool air rushes to your back where he once was and you shiver.

“God, you really don’t deserve this.” he reiterates, as he removes his jeans. His shirt and jacket follow suit. You watch him in a daze, thrumming in anticipation.

Just moments ago you were asserting dominance, and now your brain can’t process anything but the man undressing at the foot of your bed. He’s a stark contrast to the pink of your room. He looks out of place, despite being right where you need him.

He crawls back to you, and for the first time today, Dominic catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your mouths clash in a hungry mesh of spit and tongue. Your highs make everything sloppy and disoriented, and so so good. Blindly grabbing, and taking each other apart.

Your hand tangles in his curls, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck and earning a grunt that you eagerly swallow.

Take take take. You want all of him.

You wander your fingers over the expanse of his body, nails dipping into the ridges of his stomach before slipping into his boxers, and wrapping your hand around his dick.

Dom shutters, and he pulls away from your lips to grab your wrist–his grip tight in warning.

“You don’t learn.” His breath fans hot over your lips, slick with your shared spit.

“Please Dom, just, please.” You’re downright whimpering at this point, pleading for him. Gone is your attitude from earlier, and Dominic laughs right in your face. It’s pitiful and he grins.

“Awh, what's wrong princess?” His forehead creases, mock concern seeping out of his words, and then he dips his head down to nose at the sensitive spot of your neck, just under your ear.

“You can tell Daddy.” He nods, curls tickling your cheek.

Dominic mocks your words from earlier, moving your wrist above your head. Your free hand twitches under his chest, not quite touching, just hanging in the air. Unsure if he wants you touching him.

You’re scared, and so turned on. Pussy fluttering around nothing.

“Oh, I think I know.” Dom releases your wrist and yanks you back by your hair, baring your throat out to him. Just like you did.

“You want me to fuck you. That it?”

You do. So bad. You’re not sure how much more you can take anymore, which is why you’re surprised when you feel your eyes get hot. You’ve never been brought to this point before, and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to leave this headspace.

You nod your head rapidly, tears glossing your eyes over. “ Yes, please, Dom. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, peering up at him with how he has your head positioned, and swallowing when you watch the side of his lip twitch up.

“Maybe next time don’t bitch at me, huh?” He pats your cheek twice, just like you did. It stings a little, and your thighs twitch.

Dominic tilts his head to the side, hair sliding to the right with him. He simpers and says nothing. You feel your face start to burn, feeling so small under him like this, a hot tear streams down the side of your face.

You watch Dom’s eyes follow it with rapt attention, and you part your lips ready to say something, anything, when his eyes snap back to yours and you feel the tip of his cock pushing its way into your throbbing pussy.

Your eyes roll, and your mouth hangs open. A silent gasp stuck in your throat.

You’ve fucked your boyfriend many times before. But this, this, is new. Feeling him like this was new, the bated breath, the heat, the intensity of it all.

You feel him everywhere all at once, your body pulsating, ears feeling as if they're stuffed with cotton.

You feel hot, molten almost, but you’re shivering.

Dom bends your neck back further and nods his head while pushing himself in. Inch by inch you feel him filling you up.

His face is hovering over yours, as he watches you. Lips open and brush over your own as he loses himself in your heat.

“Mhm, that’s it, baby. You feel me?” Dominic mutters against your mouth, and you wither, mindlessly lifting a hand to grab hold of his in your hair.

You can’t speak, your brain is mush. Not a single thought processing. You feel full, the stretch one that you’ll never get enough of. He’s thick and heavy, and it’s almost too much.

Then he snaps his hips, and you slur out a curse. A long drawn-out whine works its way out your throat and you squeeze your eyes. If you were in your right mind, you’d almost be embarrassed that such a sound left you. But you aren’t.

Dominic snaps his hips one more time, and then he’s fucking you as if he’s on borrowed time. His hips grind quick and hard. He untangles his hand from your hair and interlaces it with one of yours, before tucking himself securely in your neck.

He presses closer to you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Ankles locked tight, and his heavy grunts fall into your neck.

He’s a mess of praise and curses, your bodies sticking together and the smell of sex hot in the air.

Your body jolts up with each thrust and you use your free arm to wrap around Dom’s back. Your acrylics scratch into his skin as you try to ground yourself.

But you need more.

“More, Dom,” You whimper out. “Please.”

He’s manhandling you around before your mind could process it. Head lifted from your neck as he turned you over on your stomach in a heated frenzy.

Your face is mushed into your pillows at the foot of your bed, ass perked up.

“Never satisfied are you?” Dom grunts, slipping back inside you and giving you just what you asked for. He leans down so he’s molded to the shape of your back, and grabs hold of your throat from behind.

You’re being fucked dumb, have no idea what you’re saying. If you’re even saying anything at all. Body tingling everywhere.

“You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” Dominic praises, reveling in how good your pussy sucks him in. How warm and gummy you feel around him. Squeezing him just right.

You’re both intertwined with pleasure, in a conjoined headspace that you hope never ends. You don’t even know how you both got to this point anymore. What you were arguing about in the first place. Just that you want to keep fucking like this, want to always feel him like this.

You start to feel yourself getting lifted off the mattress and then you’re on your knees, Dominic’s front still molded to your back. He reaches around and squeezes your right tit, fingers rolling your nipple.

You reach back and grip his hair when he starts leaving messy kisses down the side of your throat.

“Look. Look at yourself while I fuck you.” Dom orders, his voice vibrates through you and it takes all you have to peel your eyes open to see yourself through the mirror.

It’s in the corner of your room, and you can only see the side of you and Dom as he snaps his hips into you. Your eyes lock with him through the mirror. He’s already staring at you through his lashes, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His gaze is primal, something wicked and you feel your stomach start to tighten, pussy spazzing around him.

“Oh fuck m’ gonna cum. Gonna cum.” you slur.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He moves down to start rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you arch your back, throwing your head back against his shoulder. A chorus of yes’s.

“Look.” He grunts again, hand moving off your neck to firmly grip your jaw and force your face back to the mirror. You look a fucking mess.

That coil in your tummy tying a knot so tight, you’re not sure you’re ready for it to snap. But you need it too. Need it so fucking bad.

You bring a hand to grip Dom's arm that's resting on your abdomen, toes curled tight.

“Right there, right there!” You squeal, feeling yourself weaken in his hold. Dom feels it too, and pushes you back down into your sheets, his pace harder in the new position. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding your middle half in a slight arch.

“Cum for me, you can do it. Make me cum.” He’s whispering in your ear, “So fuckin’ close, cum with me baby.”

And the pleasure that’s been brewing, thrumming throughout your body, breaks.

You cum hard, Dominic’s name high-pitched and breathless when you reach down to tightly grip the corner of your mattress. Back arched high like a cat.

Your pussy clamps down on Dom, walls spasming around his dick, and it sets him off. His struggles to close his eyes, they’re lidded as he drunkenly loses himself in your pussy, chasing his orgasm.

You watch him through your mirror with low eyes. Watch as his mouth drops open. Watch as he drops onto you, squeezing you tight when he finally cums. Painting your walls white, and filling you up.

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. Dom starts to pepper kisses on the side of your face, and you turn your head to catch his lips. It’s slower than the one you shared earlier. Heavy with I’m sorry, and I love you.

You pull away first, watching as a smile takes over his face. The position you’re in is awkward, but you both couldn’t care less right now. You reach around as best you can and brush his hair back from his eyebrow, softly rubbing your thumb over the piercing.

“So, how was clubbing without me? Boring huh?” You grin a shit-eating grin, and Dom rolls his eyes when you start laughing.

“Fuck off.”

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