#dominic sessa smut

[sessalover]

omg falling in love w/ costar!dom on the set of a romcom 🤭

😏😏😏

falling in love

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: fluff

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“cut!” alexander payne yelled. the set of his new movie was bustling; reprising paul giamatti and dominic sessa, this film focused on the rocky relationship between a comic slacker dad and his feisty daughter coming into adulthood. you, playing the daughter, “okay y/n that was amazing. dominic, i want you to give a little bit more longing, okay? you’ve been in love with this girl since childhood, okay?! i want you to show it.”

dominic chuckled, nodding, “yep, okay.”

you blushed slightly, trying to remain professional. just one more scene and the day would be done, and you could runaway from any feelings of real love and longing you have for the man standing opposite you. i mean really, you’d done romantic films before, you’d been an actor for years! so what was so different about this one?!

the answer was dominic. as he stood across from you now, making notes on his script, he had an air of both coolness and awkwardness; how? you had no idea, but you loved every second of it.

just one more scene. but that scene just happened to be the culmination of dominic’s character’s feelings towards yours’.

“do you know what i mean?”

you shook your head to clear your thoughts, glancing up to see dominic looking at you with an expectant look on his face, “huh? oh sorry. i wasn’t listening.”

dominic laughed, “don’t worry about it. i was just talking about the lines. i think— i mean you did it great, but just so i can bounce off it i think you might need to have a little less feeling? don’t take that as criticism though, you’re amazing. i mean- at acting, that is!”

“yeah,” you laughed nervously, nodding, “i understand. of course.”

a little less feeling, y/n.

“are you coming out after by the way?” dominic asked, kicking his feet, his hands in his pockets as he looked up at you.

“hmm?”

“after the shoot. me, paul and alexander are going for drinks, i was wondering if you wanted to come.”

“oh!” you exclaimed, thinking back to your ‘just one more scene’ thought. but getting closer to paul giamatti and alexander payne?!, “yeah, okay! sounds good!”

“nice,” dominic nodded, a small smile on his face.

“you guys ready?” alexander asked, eyebrows raised expectantly as you and dom nodded, handing your scripts off to someone, “okay, and- scene!”

—

“right! who wants another drink?” paul asked, “my round.”

“another beer please,” dominic smiled, “y/n, do you want another?”

you nodded, “yes, same again, thank you.”

alexander winked at dominic knowingly, “i’ll come and help you, paul.”

at that, the two men left the two of you with a small shared smile.

“how do you like the bar?” dom asked, looking around the room.

it was dark, with a small table lamp on each table. the four of you were sat in the corner of the bar, you and dom next to each other.

“yeah, it’s nice,” you smiled, “have you been here before?”

“yeah,” dominic nodded, “alexander and paul like it here so we come here quite a bit.”

you smiled, “it’s nice, the connection you have with them.”

“yeah. i mean they were so nice to me first time around, when i really knew nothing, so,” dominic shrugged, “how are you finding it?”

“it’s great!” you said, “i love this movie.”

“it’s great, right?” dom smiled, suddenly sincere, “i’m glad we can work on it together.”

your heart started to pound, suddenly overtly aware of how close your bodies were to each other; dominic’s arm resting on the booth behind you, his legs manspreading just enough so your thighs were grazing each others.

you nodded, swallowing heavily, “yeah. me too.”

unbeknownst to you, dominic’s own heart was pounding out his chest too.

‘don’t be chicken’, ‘just ask her out’, alexander and paul’s words rang out in his head. easy for them to say; hindsight’s a blessed thing in life. but this was it for him, one move and he either received shared feeling, or, had to endure embarrassment for months on end, and then a few more months after that when the film finally comes out. fuck it.

“would you be interested in—”

his nervous words were cut off by your lips, meeting his in the most desperate kiss he’d ever had.

“i’m so sorry,” you gasped, pulling away, “i–i’m going o-out— i’m just gonna–”

you stood up, rushing out the front of the bar before dominic could stop you. he suddenly stood up too, beginning to follow after you when alexander caught his arm.

“what happened?!”

“she kissed me,” dominic laughed, “…and then ran off.”

he got a swift push from paul, “go then!”

dominic rushed out the front of the bar, looking around frantically before locating you pushed up against the wall, taking a drag from a cigarette.

how could you do that?! you agonised; he was probably just going to ask you a regular, ordinary question, as co-workers do, but your delusional thinking had you making moves, and for what?!

“y/n,” dominic sighed.

you cringed, “dom, i’m so—”

he shut you up by pressing his lips to yours. when he pulled away you both were breathing heavily, a shocked look on your faces.

“i was gonna ask if you wanted to get dinner with me some time.”

“like a date?” you swallowed.

dominic smiled, “yeah. is that okay?”

you laughed, answering by pulling him back in and giving him another kiss.

“come on, paul just got us another round,” dominic smiled, taking your hand as you took one last drag from your cigarette before throwing it down.

you walked back inside, hand in hand, your cheeks remaining a flushed pink colour. dominic led you back to the table.

“sorry,” he smiled at the two men, letting you get into the booth first before following, not ever dropping your hand.

paul and alexander both looked at the two of you with raised eyebrows.

“hmm?”

alexander laughed, motioning round his lips, “think your lipstick got a little smudged. yours too, y/n.”

[babybluebex]

UM HELLO ?!

desperately need a continuation of munch!dom please 🧎🏽‍♀️

oh. oh yes. oh absolutely. obviously this is gonna be under the cut bc a) it's not gonna be short, and b) it's explicit smut, which is NOT everyone's fav, so if you don't wanna read that, scroll on :)

(the gif... all i can see is tongue and lips and big doe eyes)

but munch!dom. the first time he ate you out was your first night together, he's really setting a precedent here, but before he even got between your legs, he was everywhere, sucking your neck and pushing his hands up your shirt, wanting to be so close to you and feel every inch of you, and the kisses he lands on your mouth take your breath away and he knows it

you get into his flat and don't even make it to the bedroom, he gently pushes you onto the couch and moans softly as he kisses your lips, playfully biting at your bottom lip, and he does That Thing where he pulls back and bites his lip and sorta laughs and his eyes are half-lidded and he’s looking at you, not like he wants you but like he needs you, and you sorta say “what?” and he shakes his head “nothing… just thinking” “about?” “you. what else?”, and the kisses he lays on your skin start going down, stripping you of your shirt and taking his time to suck at your nipples, and you gasp when he bites a little, and he groans at your sound and mumbles something about “… so goddamn pretty…”

finally gets you out of your pants, and you’re suddenly aware that you’re mostly naked on his couch and he still has his jacket on, and he clocks the moment of hesitation, and he’s pulling his face from out of your stomach “what’s wrong?” and you’re cloudy and can only go “huh?” “you’re kinda… i don’t know, a little off all the sudden. everything ok?” “oh yeah!” you say quickly “j-just, umm, could you take off your…?” and he sorta jumpstarts "fuck, i didn't even realize, sure, sorry" and sheds his jacket, and he goes for his pants, undoing them just enough to get some relief from the constriction on his hardening cock, and he returns to you like he can't bear to be away for too long

it's obvious where he's going and what he wants to do, kissing down and gently biting your hipbones, grabbing you hard with his strong hands, and he gets you fully on your back and kisses at you through the thin material of your panties, his eyes fluttering to look up at you "can i?" he whispers, his voice hoarse and a little broken, he already sounds so fucked out and nothing's even happened yet, but you just sorta whimper and nod, and he shakes his head "give me words, baby, your pretty noises aren't enough" and you start to whine his name and shift your hips up to meet his mouth, but he moves away with a laugh "baby, c'mon, i'm serious, need you to talk to me" "do i need to give you verbal consent or what?" you giggle, and dom rubs his hands up and down your thighs as he nods "enthusiastic consent would be appreciated, please" he says, and you just laugh and run your fingers through his curls "you're an idiot" you smile "i'm not doin' anything until you say those magic words" dom says "fine" you say "dom, please?" "please what?" dom asks "oh my god!" you laugh "please fuck me!"

and he instantly goes in, kissing at you through your panties, then kissing your thighs, going far but never where you need him, and you're already soaked, embarrassingly quickly, but he doesn't comment on it, and he really only speaks when you ask him "what're you doin'?"

"wanna get you all easy first" dom whispers "you're so fucking tense, i'll never be able to fit inside you if you don't loosen up a little. wanna get you all soft and relaxed, wanna make you feel good, love"

and he drives you nearly crazy when he starts to eat it through your panties, licking and really going in, but you've still got the thin cotton barrier and you might lose it if you don't feel the actual wet warmth of his mouth, and you wiggle under him to try to get the point across, and he pulls away and sends a quick little smack to your cunt "be patient" he tells you as you moan "you'll get it soon" "do you always tease mean like this?" you ask, and dom shrugs "when i feel like it" he says, and his fingers curl in your panties and gently pull, not enough to move them but enough to make your heart jump in your chest, and he lets the elastic snap back onto your thigh "how bad do you want my mouth, baby?" "really bad" you whine "bad enough to beg?" he asks with a devious twinkle in his eye, and you nod quickly "well...?"

and your breathing is so labored, every nerve ending is on fire, and you mumble out "dom, please, baby, please, i want it so bad" "what's that?" he asks "sorry, you'll have to be louder" "dom!" you hiccup "y-your neighbors—" "can complain all the fuck they want" he says "beg louder, or you're not getting it" and you've never seen him like this before, not exactly forceful but not shaky either, and demanding but also gentle, you've never experienced it with any partner before but he's being dominant as fuck, the man's gotta match his name, you suppose "dominic, please!" you cry louder, digging your fingertips into his scalp "please, i want it so bad, please!" "what do you want so badly?" dom asks, and his finger lightly trails over your covered core, feeling the wetness that you've gathered "tell me, baby" "y-your mouth" you stammer out "where?" and you know he's being teasing and mean on purpose, he's just trying to get you worked up so that the relief is that much sweeter, and the way he's knelt on the floor between your thighs, watching your face intently, sends shivers up your spine "anywhere. wherever you want" and another quick little smack "where do you want?" he asks "sweetheart, just use your words and tell me exactly what you want, and i'll give it to you. whatever you want. just tell me."

and you squeeze your eyes shut and pant out "my pussy! put your mouth on my pussy, please, dom, please, i want it so—" and you can't even finish your sentence before he's shifting your panties to the side and going in for the kill

and god, he's so good at it, licking fat stripes from your hole to your clit, sucking it between his lips, rubbing his thumbs on your inner thighs to urge your legs open wider, and he's messy with it, spreading your wetness everywhere with his mouth, coating the scruff on his upper lip and on his chin with you, and he's moaning because you're moaning, it is SO HOT, and all you can do it just writhe around and whimper and cry, and you pull his hair to tell him you want more, and he happily obliges, bringing his hand into the mix, rubbing your sensitive little clit with the softs of his fingers, and your hips buck up involuntarily "fuck, sorry—" you start but dom pulls away from you with a smile (and a wild lil look in his eyes) "oh baby, do whatever you want... with pussy this good, you can do whatever you want to me" and he goes back in, and you squeal when the tip of his tongue prods at your throbbing entrance, his fingers still rubbing you, but he's picking up speed, working quickly towards an inevitable end, and you can't help the heat growing in your lower belly "d-dom" you whine "i'm gettin'..." "yeah?" he replies "you feel it?" "mhm" you mumble "c-can you... fingers...?"

and that's not remotely a coherent question but that's where your mind is at rn, but he also knows what you want, because his long slender fingers join in, pushing into you with ease, and whoever taught him how to finger someone was doing GOD'S WORK, bc he KNOWS about the little trick of hooking his fingers up and finding your g-spot, and he gives a wicked grin when you jolt and yelp "yeah?" he asks, maybe a little whiny and condescending, but the heat is growing quicker and quicker in your belly, permeating down into your toes "that feel good, baby?"

"dom, i'm gonna cum" you tell him quickly, and his fingers play inside you as the tip of his tongue flicks your clit, and you're so sensitive and it's almost overwhelming, and a shock runs through your system when he spits onto you, right where his fingers sink into you, and suddenly the wet lewd sounds of it are hitting the walls, and your back arches as it all washes over you, and you can hardly manage out a wrecked cry of his name "dominic!"

when you come down from the high, dom's pulled his fingers from you and is palming at himself as he watches you shiver and force out a breathy laugh, and his free hand is rubbing your leg, and he's shushing you "just like that, so good, good girl... d'ja like that, honey?"

and you nod a little, moving to sit up a bit to see him, and he's knelt back on the floor, neck and ears and cheeks red, hair messy from your fingers, and you just mumble "where the fuck did you learn that??" "learn what?" he asks "dommy... i've never cum like that before..." you tell him "not from... that" "oh" he says simply, and he shifts himself up, going into the pocket of his jeans before pulling them off and shoving them to the side, and you see the little blue condom wrapper in his palm "well, you're welcome, honey. do you wanna keep going, or are you done for the night?" "is this that whole enthusiastic consent thing again?" you ask playfully, and you pull him back to you, whipping his tshirt over his head (and cleaning his face with it), and he gets up on the couch between your legs, caging your head in-between his arms "no" he says with a grin "this is that whole 'i wanna make sure you're up for it' thing. that you can take it." "well" you start "i guess i'm all easy and soft and relaxed, huh? you might be able to fit inside me now" "only one way to find out" he winks with a smarmy grin

and when you're all done, about two and a half (the half being him cleaning you up with his mouth and tongue, which resulted in one last surprise orgasm that neither of you planned) rounds later, he's got his window open and a cigarette between his fingers, and you're all curled in his side, tracing his tattoo, and you just mumble "who would've thought..." "huh?" he asks "who knew you're such a munch?" you ask, and he furrows his eyebrows "a what?" he asks, slotting his cigarette in the corner of his mouth to circle both his arms around you "a munch" you giggle "ok, but what is that?" he asks, playfully batting away your low-drifting wandering fingers "look it up" you tell him, nodding towards his phone on the nightstand "urban dictionary it" and he sorta grumbles and grabs his phone and goes to google, and he reads for a few seconds, then scrolls, then reads some more, and he goes "... yeah, but that's not bad, is it?" "no" you say "it's just very sweet" "you know who else is sweet?" he mumbles under his breath, and you go to grab his dick, but he gets your wrist first with a laugh and draws you into a kiss

[mypoisonedvine]

the dinner party series masterlist (18+ ONLY)

series warnings include SMUT (minors dni), age gap, angst, infidelity, and drug use. read individual chapter warnings as well!

total series word count is just under 18k

part I: 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 // part II: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 // part III: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

[thcophagy]

* . ⊹ in the source link, you'll find #120 gifs of dominic sessa from various videos and interviews. please do not use these gifs for smut/taboo rps, or to portray dominic himself. like and reblog if you plan on using and do not claim as your own.

[sessalover]

[babybluebex]

imagine being in a movie with dom, and you have to film a *special* scene… like the aftermath???? the chemistry???? dying 😩😩😩

oh ok. walk with me for a second here. (the good stuff's under the cut, so if you don't care ab my little schpiel about how these scenes are filmed, just go straight to under the cut)

so here's a Film Industry Tidbit: before love/sex/whatever-you-wanna-call-it-scenes, there's a rehearsal process that involves an intimacy coordinator, and like their WHOLE JOB is choreographing and rehearsing and blocking scenes like this, it's becoming more and more prevalent on film sets to ensure all parties in these sorts of scenes are being treated fairly and with consent and there's also certain garments that are required of actors to wear in filming these scenes, little like strapless thongs and pouches and shit, like NEVER on a film set will you just be expected to be completely naked and left to your own devices to simulate sex

anyway. off my soapbox. you and dom have to film one of those scenes, and you know this before you sign onto the movie, and you two meet at the table read and he's warm and friendly, you instantly feel like great friends

and you rehearse for the movie and everything, costume fittings and screen tests and things, and even though you're smiling and laughing with dom, The Scene is starting to weigh on your mind bc like, aw hell you're starting to actually like him a lot and you don't know if you can be normal about this scene

and it comes time to specifically rehearse The Scene, and the intimacy coordinator is very nice, understanding that you're both young actors who haven't filmed something like this before and don't know what to expect, and she starts with some "easy" icebreaker questions "what are your boundaries during sex?" and dom is a little red in the face but takes it serious "i guess i don't love when a girl pulls my hair... not my favorite" and then it comes time for you to answer and you're like crap and sigh "i, um, i've never had sex, so i don't really know..." and you feel dom's eyes on you but you can't dare to look at him

the scene is supposed to be very passionate and gentle and romantic, but you don't have a CLUE what that looks like, but dom sure seems like he does, because he's figuring out where to hold you and how to naturally do the scene, and you're doing what you can with what you know, touching his face and cupping the back of his neck, and dom throws out a suggestion "maybe you can, like, drag your nails down my back? would that look good on camera?" and you're Confused "why would i do that?" and he's not cocky, it's a very genuine answer, but his words still make you run hot all the same: "because it's gonna feel good"

you leave the rehearsal and dom's his usual self "wanna grab a drink? there's a little bar close to here i've heard about" and you have to be like "i, um, have— my-my call time is really early tomorrow, i gotta—"

"nah, i got you, don't sweat it, it's fine" he chuckles "maybe we can grab that drink friday night... i'll probably fuckin' need it"

"what's on friday?" and you immediately regret asking because you already know the answer, you remember the schedule

"we film the sex scene on friday" dom tells you and you're like right, right, but pretty quickly flee the scene and go home

and then friday rolls around. it's a closed set, as you requested, and your director was more than happy to work that out for you, and you're in the makeup trailer, kinda halfheartedly chatting with your makeup girl as she gets you ready, a very naturally pretty no-makeup look for what's supposed to be an early-morning-just-woke-up sorta sex scene, and you're about to divulge to her how nervous you are to film, and then the door opens and in he strolls wearing a robe, biting into a peach as he settles into his chair

and you don't really talk to each other, both obviously nervous as hell, and he finally mumbles "this fucking thing..." and shifts in his seat and you're like "you good?" and he goes pink and chuckles "yeah, they've got me strapped in here and it doesn't hurt but it's not comfy" and you're like ??? strapped in?? and he's uncharacteristically bashful "they've got me wearing a pouch... it covers everything... i feel so exposed and yet totally covered at the same time" "yeah, like when you're naked with only socks on, suddenly you feel way more naked than if you just weren't wearing socks" you tell him and he nods enthusiastically "exactly! nobody's gonna see my dick, but it feels like everyone's gonna be looking, and that's somehow worse than if my dick was actually out" and you laugh and like whew ice broken thank god

you get on set and take off the robe and quickly slip into the bed, and you hope he can't see your heartbeat through your chest as he does the same, and your mouth goes a little dry at his body, pale freckled skin, tattoo on his belly, bony hips and bandy chest (and that god-awful flesh-colored sack around his dick) but fuck his arms feel so strong as he hugs you into his body to start the scene, and you know that you won't survive if you have to do it multiple times so you resolve to nail every line and movement so that it's a one and done sorta thing

your director calls action, and you and dom "sleep" for a few moments before you start, shifting your legs under the sheets as you "wake up", and you hear him make a soft noise from behind you as he too wakes up, and his strong arm tightens around your waist, and when he speaks, his voice is low and scratchy, the sexiest morning voice you've ever heard "you awake, honey?"

"mhm" you hum, and your skin prickles as he starts to set kisses on your back and shoulder

"good" he says, and all of your rehearsal for the scene has prepared you for this, but doing it on camera, for real this time, is no match for being fully clothed and sorta miming through it, and when he moves you onto your back and smooths his rough hands up your thighs, it's suddenly so hard to breathe, especially when he hits his blocking and starts to kiss down your body and looks up at you with those dark eyes through his eyelashes, and you manage to get out your line "baby? will you make love to me?" and he laughs "anything you want, honey"

a camera shift for a different angle, an awkward few moments of waiting, and then the part you're SERIOUSLY nervous for comes, and your director calls action, and dom doesn't waste a second to kiss you like his life depends on it and to start moving his body between your thighs, acting his little heart out, and you're doing what you rehearsed, the wrinkled eyebrows and stuttered breathing, and pulling your nails down his shoulderblade, and then he deviates??? like motherfucker this is NOT part of the plan!!! when he whines a little "harder" and you're like "huh??" "nails, in my skin, harder... mark me up, make me yours, baby" and you instantly roll with the punches "you're already mine"

and you swear you see god as you film that scene, it's the most sensual thing you've ever experienced in your life, best sex ever and it wasn't even real sex, and you finish filming earlier than scheduled ("what can i say, i'm a pro" dom jokes) and you start to go to your trailer after getting out of costume because what the fuck just happened to you, and dom's like "hey! you promised me a drink tonight" "i promised no such thing" "well, indulge me?" and it's those SAME doe eyes from earlier and you sigh "one drink, dom, then i'm going home"

three rounds of shots and half a jack and coke later, and you're divulging to him what was going through your head during his little improvisation that day, "no, because you saying to do it harder? i was like 'what the fuck is he doing'??" and he laughs and rolls his eyes, but leans into you all the same "eh, whatever, that's how i like it" "you like getting hurt? that doesn't sound sexy at all" "not 'getting hurt' exactly" and he's tracing his pinkie on your knee as he thinks "but like... being marked, showing people that you're owned by someone... not in like a weird way, but... i don't know how to explain it..." and maybe it's the jack in your drink plus the three green tea shots you had, or maybe you're just sick and tired of being nervous, because you say "show me" and now it's HIS turn to be confused and go "huh?" "show me what you mean. you don't have to use words if you can't find them" and he breathlessly laughs "honey, please" and he's never called you that off camera before "you can't just say that to me" "well why not?" "we're both drunk" he starts and hits you with those eyes again "and if anyone on set knew that we came out to a bar, and then spotted us going into the same trailer together... people'll talk" "oh c'mon, i know you don't give a shit about if people talk" you said "what's the real problem?" and his pinkie goes under your skirt and sorta curls in the hem for a moment, and he bites his lip and slowly releases it "well... for one... i'd like for you to be able to walk normally tomorrow, because if i get you in my bed... honey, you got me so worked up earlier, it's a miracle i didn't get hard, and i don't think i could stop myself from doing some very bad things to you tonight" "oh?" and you're trying to be cool and calm but youre FREAKING OUT inside "like what?" "jesus christ" dom whispers "i also don't want your first time to be like this, a drunken mistake with a coworker, you deserve better than m-that" and you hear what he stopped himself from saying, you deserve better than me, and you put down your drink and cup his jaw and make him look up from your lap "it won't be a mistake" you tell him and he swallows hard and his eyes are locked on your lips, silently begging for you "dominic..." and that gets him to look you in the eyes "i think you should take me home"

and he gets you in his trailer, and the bed's not huge but it's good enough for the two of you, and suddenly his kisses and touches feel more natural than if you had rehearsed it a thousand times, the way he kisses your tits and travels down and helps undress you, down to your socks, and you start to go for them but he's like "no, no... keep em on" and once again you're confused by him but he's like "you said you feel more naked like this than if you're actually naked... i want you to be exposed for me, vulnerable... spread out... begging for it..." and he's steady kissing your inner thigh, waiting for your okay to go further and you think you just might burst into flames, and your legs open for him and he doesn't waste a second to put his mouth on you

the night lasts until it's nearly dawn, laying together, talking in hushed tones, fucking, unable to keep your hands off each other, and he looks like a god, his skin all golden and supple with sweat, messy hair, red puffy lips, and his gaze is so soft and gentle at you, holding you and playing with your fingers, and he says "do you regret this?" "no" and you get a little scared "do you?" "no" he tells you "i was just worried that... i don't know, i somehow failed you or something, being the one to..." "you didn't fail me, dommy," you tell him, and his cheeks twitch with a smile "i couldn't have asked for better" "i just feel like—" dom starts but you kiss him to shut him up, and his hands go to your face, holding you close as his tongue claims your mouth for the millionth time that night "dom" you break the kiss "did i cum?" "did you—" and he furrows his eyebrows "yeah. a few times. i mean, right? you did, right?" "i did" you tell him "you made me cum, a couple of times, on our first night together, and i don't know a lot about sex, but that seems indicative of a pretty good night together, right?" "i just feel like i could've done more to show you how i feel about you" dom mumbles, and you shake your head "i don't need all that" you say "big romantic gestures or whatever, that's not me... i'm telling you, this was perfect" "ok" dom whispers and you can tell he's not exactly satisfied, but whatever "as long as you let me make it up to you someday" "how would you do that?" you ask, and he leans in and kisses your neck, slowly moving between your thighs again "i'd get you a nice outfit" he whispers "something that really makes you look just gorgeous, something that makes every guy in the room look at you and wish you were theirs... take you to dinner, wherever you want... fly you to paris if you'd like..." "oh yeah?" and you wanna be playful and flirty, but god you're so turned on you can't think straight, and it takes very little maneuvering for him to slip inside you again, and he sorta trails off his thoughts as he fucks you, touching his forehead to yours, and you do what he asked of you and dig your nails into the skin of his back and make long claw marks down his back "dommy?" and he grunts in response as he works "i think i wanna be your girl" "god, please" he whispers "i wanna be your guy so fucking bad"

and when a PA comes to dom's trailer for his wake up call once the sun's up, you have to untangle yourself from him, and you bid him goodbye with a big kiss, and he says "don't think we're done here, okay? more's coming tonight. remember those bad things i said i wanna do to you? still want that" and he winks and god yeah you're a lucky gal <3

[babybluebex]

Precious angel, want to tuck him in with a cookie and a smooch

never have i wished i was a pillow more than rn

but i'm so certain sleeping in bed with him is a hellish experience bc he's a clingy lil koala and you are his eucalyptus tree, and he runs hot as hell at ALL times but especially at night so he's sweaty and you're sweaty, and you keep trying to escape his iron grip, and, in his sleep, he'll whine and drag you back to him, and you've got no choice but to cuddle your man

and waking up in the early early morning and he's got that nice morning wood going and he's pressed right up against you, and he sorta groans a lil and mumbles "fuck, m'sorry, it'll go away in a second" but whatever it doesn't matter, so you push back against him and let him sleepily rut against you until he's all done and falls back asleep

[sessalover]

breeding kink

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: smut

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dominic moaned, his hips stuttering inside you.

“i’m g-gonna cum.”

you bit your lip, legs wrapped around his hips, sweat beading in both yours and his hairline, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

“are you close?” he urged, ever talkative and eager to please.

you whined, edging ever closer to your peak, “dom.”

you moved your hands from gripping on his hair until they were dug in his back; while he moved his so they were massaging your clit.

you moaned, your back arching until dom pressed your body back with a dominant but caring hand.

“i’m close,” you whispered, as he moaned in your ear, “cum in me.”

dominic groaned, his body tensing as he tried to stop himself cumming right then and there.

“what?” he asked, really trying hard to remind himself to pull out before it happened.

“cum in me, dom. please, give me your cum, i need it,” you moaned, holding his face in your hands as he looked in your eyes with a look of ecstasy.

“that’s literally the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he said, voice tight as he continued to pound his hips and massage your clit. he loved it when the two of you came together, though it only happened with extreme effort, “are you sure?!”

“yes! please!” you cried, hands on his lower back, trying, to your best efforts, to keep him inside you.

“god fucking- i’m gonna put a baby in you, yeah? you want that? you want my cum in you?” he groaned, incoherent babbling which only occurred in these moments just before he came, “jesus christ, i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum in you, y/n. put a fucking baby in you, make you pregnant, yeah?!”

he was moaning now, and so were you. a hand moved back to his hair, pulling on his curly locks as your lips collided and he finally spilled into you. loud and jittery moans like you’d never heard from him before.

you came seconds after, your hips raising up as dominic rubbed your clit through your high. he smashed his lips to yours as your bodies collapsed from exhaustion, a lazy smile on his face.

“you liked that, yeah?” you smiled as he suddenly got embarrassed.

“stop!” he chuckled, hiding his face in your chest.

“hey, don’t worry, i was the one who suggested it!” you laughed, “why haven’t you told me before?”

“i didn’t know before,” he whined, “that was really hot though. although we should really invest in the morning after pill.”

you laughed, reaching into the bed side table drawer and pulling out your newly started pills, “or just rely on these?”

dominic flopped on the bed, his body weak as he moaned, “oh my god this is the hottest thing ever, i love you.”

reaching over, hands gripping your face as he smashed his lips to yours, you giggling, “dom get off!”

“no we have to fuck as much as possible now,” he mumbled into your lips, “and i’m gonna cum in you every time.”

[sessalover]

hi! love ur stuff and thank u for feeding the non existent dom fandom. anyways, this is my fav bedtime scenario and i’d love to see ur take on it. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

dom winning an oscar for best breakout actor and ur his date and he thanks u while ur in the audience. then going back to the hotel room and u pulling him in by his tie saying “oscar winner dominic sessa” and he’s all like hmmmm say it again

hello anon!! thank you so much🩷 i only did it cause i was absolutely STARVED of dom content so i decided to take matters into my own hands🫡

anyway this is an INSANE bedtime scenario that i will definitely use in future so i hope you like it :))

oscar winner

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: fluff, smut (i made this really smutty and i really hope thats what you wanted but lmk if its not and i can do it again😭)

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“and the winner is… dominic sessa for the holdovers!”

dominic sat in his seat for a moment, wide eyed, as you turned to him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“oh my god,” you cried. as though waking dominic from a daze, he started laughing, standing up and grabbing your face for another kiss.

he turned around, da’vine pulling him into a hug, as he shook hands with paul, before making his way up to the stage.

your mouth hung open with shock, da’vine pulling your hand to bring you closer to the two of them.

“um hi,” dominic laughed, accepting his award, “wow, i cannot actually believe this. um i wanna say thank you to alexander payne and susan shopmaker for seeing me and believing in me enough to give me this part, i genuinely can not believe it, every day of my life. i wanna say thank you to paul and da’vine, for being so amazing and making this film so fun every single day.”

he listed off names of behind the scenes crew and managers working with him before taking a shaky breath, “i also want to thank my family. mum, bella, and dad this is for you. and finally, my beautiful, wonderful, amazing girlfriend, y/n. i really could not continue on every day if it wasn’t for you. i love you. thank you.”

he exited off the stage as you wiped tears from your eyes, alexander handing tissues to you and the rest of the cast, weeping in pride of your boy. you couldn’t wait to get to him.

—

“wait i have the key,” dominic giggled, face flushed with drunkenness as the two of you stumbled into the hotel room.

you immediately bent down to pull off your shoes, groaning in delight to not have the heels aching your feet anymore, before turning round to face your boyfriend. he was stepping out of his own shoes, staring down at the oscar in his hand.

“dom?” you called out, walking over to him and putting your hands on his waist, leaving slight kisses on his neck, “oscar winner dominic sessa?”

he was suddenly awoken from his daze, grunting as he looked back at you.

“what?” you laughed, taking the award from his hand and placing it on the sideboard, “it’s true.”

dominic smiled, staring at you with want, “say it again.”

you laughed, walking back over to him and grabbing ahold of his tie, pulling him over to the bed, “oscar winner dominic sessa? my fantastically famous boyfriend?”

he groaned as you sat on the edge of the bed. your legs were wrapped around him as he crawled over you, both your upper bodies flush against each other as you laid on the bed.

“say it again,” he murmured, pulling your dress over your head and grazing his lips over your body.

you giggled, his hot breath tickling your skin, and his firm grip on your waist making you dizzy as you whispered, “oscar winner dominic sessa.”

his lips reached your heat, placing a kiss over the fabric of your panties before coming back up to your face, kissing you as hungrily as he could.

“you’re the one who won the oscar,” you whispered, your lips next to his ear, “should i not be rewarding you?”

he shivered as you flipped your bodies, sitting up so you could rip his tie and jacket off as quickly as possible. dominic moved further up the bed as you followed slowly, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, placing a kiss on each new place you uncovered.

“please,” he panted, as you undid his trouser button. you slid them down his thighs, dom kicking them the rest of the way as you paid more attention to his boxers.

licking a stripe up the material, dominic shivered, his breathing becoming even more laboured.

“i thought this was supposed to be a reward,” he whined, tucking his hands under your hair.

“i’m sorry baby, you’re right,” you pouted; you moved yourself up so your lips were grazing his as you spoke, “a reward for my baby for winning his first oscar.”

dominic smirked, beginning to kiss you as you pulled his boxers down. his dick grazed your clothed pussy as it was released, making him moan.

leaving his lips, you licked a trail down his body, your tongue hanging out as you reached his dick and took it into your mouth.

dominic moaned at the sudden sensation. you moved your hands so they were working on his balls and what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

he grunted, mumbling dirty nothings, “that’s right baby, take it. oh god. you’re so good, take it. jesus.”

he bucked his hips up as a reflex before gasping, “i’m so sorry, y/n. are you okay?!”

you pulled off his dick, continuing to stroke it as you panted, “fuck my face, dom.”

“what?!”

“that’s your treat,” you smirked, bringing his lips into another kiss, “for my oscar winning boyfriend.”

dominic moaned, as you left his lips and went back to his length. your hands gripped his hips as he started to do what you said, too horny to create any coherent thoughts of worry; too focused on the thought of how good your mouth felt on him.

“i’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his hips faltering as he got closer to his orgasm. you went back to taking control, stroking the base as you licked and sucked around the tip, “oh, god, y/n.”

he came in ropes in your mouth, until you pulled off before he could stop, letting his cum paint your chest and lips. dominic was panting, his head tilted back to look at the ceiling as his chest rose and fell.

“oscar winner dominic sessa?” you taunted, smiling as he looked down at you, covered in his cum and immediately started hardening again.

he groaned, closing his eyes before running his hand through the cum pooling on your boobs and placing his finger in your mouth just for you to lick it all off, “god, y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

[sessalover]

smoking area

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: fluff

——————

sitting outside at the bar, a glass of wine on the table in front of you, lighting up a cigarette. holding down the fort while the two friends who you came with had gone to the toilet. you didn’t mind; people watching was one of the blessings of sitting outside.

“hi, sorry,” a voice came from beside you, it was a guy you’d seen enter the bar with his friends earlier, you’d made a note cause he was one of the most attractive people you’d ever laid eyes on.

“hi, you alright?” you breathed, trying to play it cool.

“i just wondered if i could borrow a light?” he said, sounding as though he came straight from the 70s.

you were confused for a second as he motioned to the lighter on the table in front of you.

“oh, of course, yeah!” you said, handing it over to him as he sat at the table beside you.

“thanks,” he smiled. his long legs stretched out in front of him, one hand in his trouser pocket as he took his first drag before handing the lighter back.

you smiled back, trying as inconspicuously as possible to eye him up while not have him notice. he was wearing flared trousers and a plain white t-shirt. he was rather skinny and had a mess of curly hair on his head. he didn’t have a beard as such but you could tell that if he left it another day it would grow in.

“i’m dominic by the way,” he said, a small lopsided smile on his face as he took another drag from his cigarette.

you breathed out your own smoke, reaching out to shake his hand, “y/n.”

“nice to meet you,” he nodded. he had slender, but very attractive, hands and a firm grip when he shook, “you by yourself?”

“no, no. my friends are just in the bathroom,” you said, motioning inside, as dominic nodded, “what about you?”

you knew the answer but you couldn’t think of any other topics and you were not going to let this conversation with a very attractive stranger die.

“yeah, they’re just inside,” he said, “don’t like smoking i guess.”

“well they’re obviously not as cool as you,” you joked.

“obviously. don’t they know smoking’s so much cooler than vaping?”

you laughed, intrigued by his awkward demeanour, “i like your trousers. well, your whole outfit, really. it works well together, you know, not just your trousers specifically but you don’t usually see flares—”

dominic chuckled, calming your rambling words, “thanks. thank god my friends helped me get dressed cause otherwise i’d be wearing something terrible.”

“no way,” you smiled, a rush of confidence running through you under dom’s gaze, “a handsome guy like you?”

dominic blushed a little, looking down before taking another drag, “you look amazing as well.”

smiling, you took another sip of wine, “you trying to hit on me, dominic?”

he shrugged, “maybe. do you have a phone number?”

“do i have one?” you repeated, laughing, “uh, yeah?”

“well that’s good,” he nodded, an amused smile on his face, “good for communicating and such.”

“oh shut up,” you took out your phone, totally amused with his unorthodox technique and with how impressed he was with himself, “do you have one? you know, to give to me, to communicate and such.”

“are you asking for my number?” he said, already typing it in.

“you asked first!”

“technically i didn’t, i asked if you had one.”

“you’re so weird,” you said, shaking your head with a chuckle.

dominic took his last drag of his cigarette, standing up from the table and stubbing it out in the ash tray in front of you. he was leant down, his mouth next to your ear, his t-shirt hanging down in front of you so you had a clear view of his horn necklace and his hairy chest.

“nice to meet you, y/n.”

your heart fluttered, waving slightly as he walked back inside with a smug smile on his face, “bye dom.”

[sessalover]

post-baftas

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: smut, munch dom

part 1

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the sound of a key card at the door arose you from your lazing on the bed. a smirk came across your face as you sat up in the hotel room bed. your, or more accurately, dom’s favourite underwear was covering you, as well as one of his t-shirts he’d left in his suitcase.

“there you are,” he smiled, walking into the room and slowly taking off his jacket.

“oh my god,” you moaned, watching his every move — every single aspect of this outfit had you drunk, “dominic how do you exist like this?”

he laughed, clearly tipsy from the drinks he’d had before and after the ceremony, though it can’t have been that many - he’d left almost immediately afterwards, his mind too preoccupied with the thought of you naked on a hotel bed to care about anything that had just gone on. he nodded to the bottle resting in an ice bucket, two glasses next to it, “champagne?”

“what did i say? someone else is paying for the room,” you smirked.

dominic laughed, pouring two glasses and making his way over to the bed, “isn’t champagne reserved for winners? i didn’t win, remember?”

you pouted, undoing the button on the top of his trousers and tugging on the waistband, “poor baby. do you wanna see what losers get instead?”

dom grinned, stepping out of the trousers and undoing the buttons on his shirt, all while kissing you as passionately as he could. he really was thankful you were here for him, award or not, and as horny as he was; he wanted to show that as well.

“well, do you?” you prompted, pulling away from his lips breathlessly.

“whatever,” he laughed, pulling your t-shirt over your head before he suddenly moaned, “the red pair?”

“we’re matching,” you said, as teasingly as possible, pulling on the hem of his undone shirt to compare it to the colour of your underwear.

he began to leave a wet trail of kisses down your body, leading to your panties; he slipped a finger under the waistband, snapping them back against your thigh as you let out a gasp.

your breathing was unsteady as you felt his hot breath right over the area where you needed it most.

“i-i’m supposed to be rewarding you, aren’t i?”

“little darling, this is my reward,” he said lowly, “can i?”

“please, dom, oh my god.”

he used one hand to haphazardly pull your panties down your thighs, not even caring about the blunder as he connected his lips to you.

you moaned on impact, his tongue drawing circles around your clit, and his hand that had been busy chucking your panties across the room now entering you, one finger at a time. your hands went flying down to his hair, running your fingers through his curls and tugging whenever it felt particularly good.

“how does that feel, baby?” he prompted, stopping his mouth on your clit to look up at you.

you moaned, shoving his head back down as he laughed. the constant impact on your clit, and his skillful fingers working their way in and out of you had you climaxing quicker than ever before.

“dom! i’m gonna cum,” you panted, your boyfriend not even coming up for air as you moaned your way through your peak, hips trying to worm away from his mouth, but his mouth still never leaving you, “dom, please!”

you used your grip on his hair to pull him off, instead, sitting up and bringing his lips to your lips instead of to your cunt.

“i could stay there all day,” he chuckled, kissing down your neck, his hands going to hold your jaw; a surprisingly tender hold considering the horniness radiating from the both of you.

“yeah i can tell, baby boy,” you said, as he worked his way down to your boobs, ripping your bra off in the process. he pulled away, panting, and leaned over to the bedside table to take a swig of champagne, sitting back against the headboard in the process.

you narrowed your eyes in on him, still in his boxers and un-buttoned sheer shirt, “let me rid you of these.”

you slid you hands over his chest, following the line of his collarbones, down his arms to take the shirt off. throwing it somewhere across the room, you focused back on his body.

dom continued to sip champagne, sitting with a wide-legged stance, dick hard and straining against his boxers. you kissed down his jawline and neck, his cornicello necklace, and continuing down his hairy chest, stopping once you got to his tattoo.

“i can’t believe you were showing this off for everyone,” you tutted, licking it, “i thought i was the only one who got to see this.”

dominic shivered, putting his glass down to play with your hair. you smirked up at him, you knew what he was hinting at, but you weren’t going to give it to him that easily.

continuing your trail of kisses down his hipbone before blowing slightly on his tip though his boxers, dominic groaned.

you reached a hand inside his boxer shorts, grabbing hold of his length and running your thumb over the tip, teasingly. dominic whined, as when you pulled away, all he could feel was the tightening confines of his boxers. he didn’t want to take them off himself, that would be demeaning.

“you want these off?” you pouted.

dominic panted, “shut up.”

you laughed, rolling them down his thighs, so his dick sprung up into the cold air of the room. it rested against his stomach, and curved slightly left. his arm was flung over his eyes, a reaction of pure sensitivity.

“please, y/n,” he moaned, his hand splayed out on the bedsheets. you hadn’t seen each other for months, you could imagine he’d gotten very used to his hand.

“you want prep? or do you wanna just fuck me?” you asked, crawling up his body until you were basically sat on his lap, pussy just inches away from his, frankly, throbbing dick.

he could have cum right there, “please let me fuck you, oh my god.”

you smirked, hands on his chest to steady yourself as you lined yourself up with his dick and began to sink down. both of you were wordless and moaning with desire; once you’d got him all inside you, you slumped forward so your whole body was resting on his chest.

dominic chuckled, pulling you up and pressing his lips to yours, planting his feet on the bed and beginning to move his hips. you moaned into the kiss, now this is what you’d missed.

[sessalover]

i just know doms a tit guy…. do what u will w that🤗

okay needed to answer this NOW cause i can’t get the thought out my head

coming from me, a plus sized big tit queen, whenever i imagine wearing dom’s t-shirts i imagine them being skin-tight, clinging to your boobs. and i can just imagine dom LOVING you wearing them, ESPECIALLY without a bra on cause he can just see your tits totally outlined, and sometimes your nipples when they harden omg he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off

also i imagine if you wear something showed off cleavage he’s all over you AND ALSO overtly aware of how many stares you get in public,, acts as your personally security guard in the bars and clubs; “these are only for me” ajdhskshjshs

in private he’s all over them,, from softly holding your boob when your cuddling to warming his hands in between them, and THEN ALSO when he’s got you naked and laid out for him, he LOOOVES playing with your nipples or massaging your boob in his hand; he did it anyway then when you were moaning from just making out and massaging your boobs on an extra sensitive day he went WILD

anyway he loves them, big or small

[sessalover]

pre-baftas

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: fluff, teasing of a smut pt.2

——————

the smell of hair products and aftershave filled your senses as you opened the door to the hotel room. it wasn’t your boyfriend’s normal smell, but it was comforting, and you could tell he was here anyway - the hallway was lined with his pair of dirtied white shoes and the sound of whatever game he was playing on his switch was playing throughout the room.

“dom?” you called out.

“oh my god, you’re here!” he exclaimed, poking his head round the corner of the wall.

“dom!” you cried, slipping your own shoes off and running over to him.

he was sat in an armchair, his stylist working on his makeup, his curls already styled tightly on his head.

“do not ruin my work,” she warned, smiling slightly at the look on both your faces.

you hadn’t seen dom in months, the gruelling but glamorous process of award shows kept dom all over america, while you were kept in england, watching with a growing sense of pride.

dom stood up, wrapping his arms around you while you were careful not to touch his hair or his freshly made up face (except for the carefully placed kiss upon his lips), he kissed your head, drinking you in.

“i missed you,” he smiled, sitting back down as you sat on the bed, letting his stylist get back to work.

“i missed you too,” you chuckled, “where’s your mum?”

even though he’d been in england for a couple of days already, you’d left him and his mum to sightseeing round london. but now, with the baftas happening this evening, it meant you had him to yourself for the next week.

“she’s in the next room,” he said, before leaning in close, his mouth next to your ear to whisper, “i made sure we had a room to ourselves.”

you giggled, pushing him away.

“she’s got her own team of stylists working on her currently,” dom smiled, looking happy he could provide this experience for her.

you held his lower arm, keeping it wrapped around yours, down until your intertwined hands, “is she excited?”

“yeah! i mean, i think she’s proud of me. she keeps telling me so, at least. but she’s going to the baftas! she has to be excited!”

“are you excited?” you asked, stroking his arm gently. your heart was basically beating out your chest for him, you can’t imagine how he was feeling.

“yeah!” he nodded, his leg bobbing up and down, “i’m nervous too.”

“of course you are!” you laughed, supportingly, “you’d be crazy if you weren’t. but you’ve done great, dom, that’s all you need to remember. award or none.”

he smiled, staring into your eyes with thanks; not wanting to get too sappy in front of the other people in the room, you supposed.

as well as his stylist completing his make-up, people from ysl were steaming his suit, ready for the red carpet. the hotel room was full of people working to prettify him, and dom often got embarrassed of it all; you knew so from the snaps he’d continuously send to you before other award shows.

“okay, i’m all done here,” his stylist smiled, wiping her hands down as she began to pack her stuff away.

dom looked to you, his eyebrows raised and a muted smile on his face. you were still holding onto his arm as he laid his hand on your thigh, “i’m really glad you’re here.”

before you could respond, he was dragged up and shoved into the en-suite, his suit to change into in hand. watches, shoes, and various jewellery options were spread around the room, you glanced over them all and exchanged polite goodbyes with the people from ysl as you waited.

you looked up as the door opened again, and out came dom; black velvet covering his arms and legs, the jacket done up as he strode out the room.

“how do i look?” he smiled, stretching his arms out to display the outfit to you.

your mouth hung open in delighted shock as you moved towards him, arms reaching out towards him, “you look gorgeous.”

you felt down the arms of the jacket, smiling at the quality of the outfit.

“nice, right?” he chuckled.

“red shirt too? this is nice!”

“wait, look,” dom said, stepping back and undoing the buttons, flicking back his jacket to reveal his sheer red shirt.

“oh my god,” you said, eyeing him up, “the tattoo on display? the chest on display?! dom you look…”

“what?” dominic said, looking nervous of your next words.

“i don’t even know, just the best i’ve ever seen you,” you smiled, walking over and hanging onto his jacket “…so sexy.”

dominic laughed, embarrassed, before changing the subject, “i don’t really know what accessories to do.”

“what about your cornicello necklace?” you asked, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck; his hands automatically resting on your waist.

“i mean they brought me all these new accessories,” he said, trailing off.

“yeah but then you’ve got it with you! for good luck,” you smiled.

“you’re right,” dominic nodded, “i don’t need anything else. i got my mum, my girl, and my good luck charm.”

he leaned down, kissing your cheeks, your nose, and your lips; all as softly as possible, the smell of his aftershave intoxicating you. god, he looked good.

“you’re gonna do amazing,” you smiled, holding onto his jacket again as you looked into his eyes.

he nodded, his signature intense look on his face.

before you could say anything else, the two of you were interrupted by his manager opening the door and sticking her head round, “dominic? we’re ready for you now.”

“that means they want me to go immediately,” he whispered in your ear, leaving another kiss on your cheek as you pulled away from each other, “you okay here?”

“oh this luxery hotel room being paid for by someone else? yeah i think it’ll do,” you said, jumping onto the bed. dom began to leave, but continued to hold onto your hand.

“goodbye.”

“bye, dom.”

“bye.”

“go, dom,” you laughed, sitting up, “you’re going to be amazing. and win or lose, i’ll be here waiting for you after.”

“dom, come on!” his manager urged.

dom smirked, leaning forward to give you one last kiss, before stopping next to your ear, “i can’t wait, little darling.”

[sessalover]

something with a jealous insecure Dominic…pls

now THIS i like😏🙂‍↔️ also i chose michael provost cause i think hes SO SEXY

jealousy

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: smut

——————

“so how long have you and dom been seeing each other?” michael asked, his mouth next to your ear to be able to hear each other over the music.

the wrap party for the holdovers was in full swing, a bar in new york being taken over by all cast and crew. you and michael had gone to sit on a couch at the side of the room, deciding you needed a breather.

“just a few months,” you smiled; at this point, you were one of the only ones who knew that dom was even filming, let alone a potentially award-winning film, “but i’ve known him for ages. just never saw each other in that way until end of last year.”

you smiled, remembering how dom stumbled over his words to tell you he loved you, then retracting his statement to ‘like’ - but not ‘like, like-like, you know?’. you’d just kissed him to shut him up and the rest was history.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you asked, leaning over so you were near michael’s ear as well. at this point, your thighs were pressed together from how close you were on the sofa, and your cheeks basically touching as you spoke into each others ears.

“no,” michael laughed, embarrassed, “just waiting around.”

“you’ll find someone!” you exclaimed, “you’re an attractive guy.”

he pulled back, smirking at you, “you think so?”

you blushed, shoving his shoulder, “i mean, you’re older too, right? must have some experience.”

“absolutely,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“what?” you laughed.

“i mean, as someone who has fucked, i think its funny looking at dom.”

“what do you mean?” you asked, michael’s mouth coming to your ear once again, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

michael smirked, “can he even fuck? cause he looks like he hasn’t got a clue, sweetheart.” he leaned back, shrugging, “not like i have.”

you blushed, “um– uh—”

you froze, unsure how to respond to such a batshit comment, both of you staring into each others’ eyes until a cough sounded behind you. you turned around to see dom standing there.

“can we go?” he said, pulling anxiously at his trouser leg.

“yeah, of course, let me just say—”

“no. no time.”

michael smirked at you, shrugging as you were pulled away by dom.

“what the fuck was that?!” he yelled, dragging you through the party.

“dom, stop!” you exclaimed. but dom didn’t let go until the two of you were standing in the bathroom, “what the fuck?”

“what the fuck?! really?! i should be asking you the same thing!”

“dom, i have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“first of all, you’re sat nuzzling michael, and then i come over to intervene and he’s talking about how bad i must be in bed!” dom scoffed, “and you say nothing?!”

“dom, i—”

“shut up,” he said, pulling your hair away from your face gently, “kneel.”

“dom–”

“what the fuck did i say?!” he asked, “kneel down. and shut up.”

he’d never been like this with you. whenever you and dom had sex, he was usually a switch, teetering on the edge of submission whenever the stimulation was too great. and even if he was on a dom day, he was only ever a soft dom, never anything like this. it excited you; suddenly aware of the heat growing in the area between your thighs.

you did as he said, eager to tease and push the buttons of this new side to dominic, but not wanting to piss him off further.

he continued to hold your hair back in a ponytail, “what the fuck do you think i want you to do down there?! get a move on.”

you clenched your thighs together, kitten licking over his jeans as you began to unbutton them. you could see his hardening bulge through the hard material. he must’ve been planning this.

“don’t tease me,” he said, as you took your time pulling his bottoms down, “you’ve already fucked me over enough tonight.”

you felt yourself teetering on the edge, needing to push his buttons.

you looked up at him through long eyelashes, batting your eyes before you took a breath, “but michael said—”

dominic growled, leaning down so he was inches away from your face, his grip on your hair getting harsher by the second, “do you think i give a fuck what michael thinks?! if you care so fucking bad, go and fuck him, then, huh?!”

you swallowed thickly, squeezing your thighs together again as dom stood back up.

“you lost your fucking chance,” he spat, “keep your hands to yourself. if you touch me or yourself you’re not gonna cum tonight.”

he took his dick out his pants, letting it spring out centimetres away from your face.

“open your mouth,” he said, commandingly; you did as he said, watching him lean his head down and spit directly into your mouth. before you could process that, he was then slamming his dick into your mouth, face fucking you roughly.

you moaned, unsure what to do with your hands, resorting to putting them behind your back, as he used your mouth for his own pleasure, at his own beck and call. the pressure inside you was getting worse and worse, if you didn’t get release soon you’d go insane.

dominic soon came in your mouth, his hips stuttering, beautiful groans falling from his lips.

“stand up,” he commanded, panting as he did so. when you were up, he gripped you harshly by the waist, pushing you into the countertop where the sink was. a wall length mirror covered the wall above the counter, so you had a clear view of dominic as he planted kisses all over your neck.

“do you want to cum?” he murmured.

“yes. please, dom. i’m sorry. please let me cum!”

dominic chuckled, looking at you in the mirror, “tell me what he said.”

“huh?”

“you were gonna tell me what michael said before. tell me now.”

you shook your head, “i- i can’t remember.”

“good,” dominic smiled, kissing between your shoulder blades before lifting your dress up until it was scrunched around your waist, and ripping your panties off your body, “hopefully you won’t remember him at all by the time i’m done with you.”

dominic spat in his hand, beginning to finger you before groaning, “you’re so wet, y/n. does flirting with other men turn you on, huh? sweetheart?”

that name rang through your ears. dom never calls you that; your brain was getting fuzzy. his fingers were dancing around your entrance, never going where you really needed them.

“answer me.”

“no! dom, wet for you. all– all for you.”

“good,” he smirked, before pushing between your shoulder blades so you were bent over the sink. he kicked one of his legs in between yours so your stance was wider, before he slammed his dick into you, bottoming out all at once.

you moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back. dominic watched through the mirror.

“shh, princess, shh. we don’t want the whole party to hear, hmm?”

you let out short, quieter moans as dominic continued a brutal pace he’d set from the beginning. he used your hair to pick your upper body back up, his chest flush against your back as he started kissing your neck, leaving marks you could see staring back at you in the mirror. one hand remained in your hair as the other trailed down to begin circling your clit.

you moaned loudly again, throwing your head back on dom’s shoulder.

“dom please,” you panted, edging ever close.

“say his name.”

“what? who?”

“you know who.”

“michael?!”

dominic growled, pushing you back over the counter top, his hand remaining on your shoulder blades to keep you there as he fastened his pace.

you were whining by this point, your body being abused by his cock, by his fingers, by him.

“say it again!”

you didn’t respond, your open mouth only letting moans pass.

“y/n. say it.”

“wh—”

dominic smirked, he’d finally done it, “say his name, princess, come on.”

“wh-who?”

he’d fucked you dumb, “say it.”

you panted, “i-i’m go-gonna cum, dom.”

“that’s okay, baby,” he spoke softly, increasing his pressure on your clit as you whined, all parts of your body tensing as you finally released.

your body let go, remaining limp on the cool countertop, dom giving himself a few more pumps before unloading inside you.

“you okay, princess?” he asked, leaning over and kissing your head.

he went and got himself dressed back into his pants and his jeans, as you sat on the toilet, watching him. he looked in the mirror, setting a couple hairs back into place.

you sighed looking at yourself; hickeys all over your neck, your hair a tangled mess, and make-up beginning to smudge around your eyes.

dominic smiled, “you look beautiful.”

“i’m sorry,” you said as he pulled you up into a hug.

“it’s okay, little darling,” he spoke, kissing your forehead, “now i get my revenge.”

he took your hand, about to lead you out the bathroom.

“wait, my pants!”

“i’ve got them safe here,” dominic smirked, patting his back pocket.

your eyes widened, suddenly aware of his cum and your juices coating the insides of your thighs.

“come on, let’s go,” he smiled, kissing your hand as he dragged you through the party.

“dom!” michael called, catching up with the two of you.

“sorry, we really are leaving now,” dom smiled, looking back at you.

michael followed his gaze, his eyebrows raising in surprise at your obviously post-sex fucked up appearance.

“bye mick,” you waved, catching up to dom as you held on to his arm, a cocky smirk on his face. michael may have experience, but he couldn’t get you.

[sessalover]

hey guys !!! it’s jemima here :D i just wanted to say please send in any requests you might have

just give a lil scenario (or even headcanons!!) and maybe a genre if it’s not clear from the premise

will write:

- fluff

- smut

- angst (though i can’t promise it’ll be good)

- pregnant!reader

won’t write:

- anything entailing abuse

- certain kinks (just ask! i might say no, i might say yes)