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could u do a morning/night cuddling with dom blurb/oneshot ?? him just being super clingy and soft
hi:) thank u for requesting, & thank u even more for ur paitence! this is a bit short, but sweet. and as always i seemed to have taken a sappier route. i do hope u love this, but please feel free to message me if this wasn't up to ur liking, i have no problem catering to u<3
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You’re fresh out of the shower, and dressed for bed when you hear it.
A rhythmic knock at your apartment door. A spoon full of ice cream sits frozen in your mouth, and you still in your bed. You furrow your eyebrows and glance at the clock. It's 12 am, and last time you checked, none of your friends had mentioned stopping by.
At the same time the knocking stops, your phone chimes with a text.
Dom: open the fucking door
You grin and sit up, spoon still between your lips.
You: U have a fuckin key
You: Use it
You: I'm not gettin out of bed
You swear you can hear muttered curses from outside, and a bag drop.
Dom: fucking prick
A few minutes pass, and the door opens. You hear him close and lock it, then the sound of your fridge opening.
You go in for another scoop of ice cream, a smile big on your face when shuffling is heard coming down the hallway. You can hardly conceal your giddiness.
You haven’t seen your boyfriend in just over a week, he had a week-long studio session with Kenny. So to say that you were feigning to see him again would be an understatement.
Just as you pull your spoon from your lips, your bedroom door swings open and there he stands.
Backpack slung over his shoulder, and his hair a bit damp from what you assume is from a shower.
He looks at you, trying to look irritated, but there’s a smile under it. In fact, it wants to show out so badly, that Dominic turns around, takes a deep breath then faces you again.
You burst into laughter, and it’s then he can’t pretend anymore. He grins so big his eyes start to crinkle, and he drops his bag to the floor.
“You’re such a prick for making me dig for my keys.” He starts, kicking off his Crocs, and tugging off his hoodie.
“Ah yes, I think I read something like that in the text you sent me.” You shrug, placing your bowl and spoon on your nightstand, knowing what's about to come.
Dominic nods his head and sucks his teeth.
“Mhm, so since you wanna be smart, you know what’s coming right?” He closes your bedroom door and gets into a running position. Your grin has yet to wipe off your face, and you scurry over to your side of the bed.
“Dom I swear.” You start, it’s a fake warning. You know it, and he does too.
“Too late.” Then he breaks off into a mini-sprint and lunges himself onto your bed. He makes sure to land softly, but sturdy. Landing right on top of you.
You scream and your arms automatically spring out and wrap around him. You lock your legs around his waist and cling to him like a koala. He laughs with you, pulling his head up to tilt it back, and you melt.
He looks youthful. Happy. Content. You’re own laughing slows, and eventually fades out. You can’t help but admire him in this state. He looks absolutely beautiful, and you can’t believe he’s all yours.
You unwrap your arms from his neck and bring your hands up to cup his face. It’s then his laughs simmer down. He’s looking at you, eyebrows furrowed at the sudden change in atmosphere. He sees the faraway look in your eyes, they almost seem to be glazed over and glimmering. You swipe your thumb over the apple on his cheek, and Dom softly smiles.
“You’re beautiful Dominic.” You lift a hand up from his face to his hair; raking it back before settling back on his cheek. “I love you so much.” You breathe.
The air around the two of you gets warm. Feels heavy, but in the way of comfort. His lips slightly part. He breathes out a laugh, and looks off to the side, shaking his head.
“God, what did I do to deserve you.” Before you can reply, Dom leans down and places his lips on yours. You gasp, but it doesn't take you long to recover. You kiss him back with fever, you press back with intention and pressure. It’s sweet. It’s languid, and it’s home.
You bring a hand up behind his neck and press him in deeper. There’s nothing sloppy or obscene about it. It’s intimate; a moment reserved only for you and Dominic. You could spend a lifetime kissing him. Having him wrapped in your embrace. This is worth everything to you.
To your dismay, he pulls away from your lips and just brushes his over yours gently. He kisses down your jaw, to your neck, then ends his trail on your shoulder.
On his way down he mumbles sweet nothings, expressing his love and admiration for you after each kiss. You have to keep yourself from drowning under it all. It doesn’t take much for you to want to be completely consumed by him. By everything that makes Dominic, Dominic.
He pulls back, and your hand goes right back to his face. Both your thumbs swipe at the x’s on his lids, and Dom sighs.
You unwrap your legs from his waist, and you maneuver yourselves under the comforter. Dom still lies on top of you, now in between your legs, head on your chest. You have him held secure in your arms, as he traces patterns on your hipbone.
Every now and then softly snapping the fabric of your panties against it. He leans down to place a tender kiss on your skin, then lifts up to leave one more kiss on your lips. It’s soft and heavy. You have to fight the urge to keep him there.
You feel his body melt into yours, when he goes back to your chest. His heartbeat begins to slow, stepping into rhythm with yours.
The soft scratching of your nails in his hair, your fingertips dipping inside the top of his shirt to rub at his back. It’s all so warm.
Whatever was weighing on his shoulders. Whatever was plaguing his mind. Whatever was being said about him, draining his mental and will to succeed in his work. It’s all burned.
Burned away by the warmth only you seem to emit. It comes from your lips when you kiss him. It comes from your arms when you hold him. And it comes from your eyes when you look at him as if he’s the sun and stars. And it’s all for him.
“I love you too.” He mumbles, leaning up to leave a kiss on the underside of your chin.
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Hey, is it okay if you wrote a story where Elliot fucks the reader in a bathroom while rue and Jules are looking for them? Thank youu❤️❤️
be quiet for me - elliot
pairing: elliot x reader
words: 0,8k
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight oral (fem receiving), elliot being a horny mess
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“Shh baby, gotta be -fuck- quiet for me, m’kay?” Elliot said breathlessly into your ear. He was caging you in as your hands grabbed desperately at the corners of the bathroom wall.
You nodded eagerly, pressing your face into the crook of his neck in an attempt not to make any noise.
Elli couldn’t wait any longer. When you had arrived at Jules’ house for her little birthday get together, you just looked so goddamn fine. His hand was creeping higher and higher on your thigh as all of you were watching a movie and when everyone was distracted with dancing and drinking, he had pulled you aside smoothly.
You were so tight around him now, as he fucked into you over and over again. His thrusts were fast and messy, and you were sure you’d never experienced him this horny ever. He near-whined into your ear, absolutely feral and head over heels for you in this moment.
“Elliot! Fucks sake, y/n! Are you fucking or something? We need you for truth or dare!” Jules and Rue yelled in turns, the sound muffled by the white bathroom door. No one knew you and Elliot had a thing going but he was too horny to be sly tonight.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned your name brokenly. It seemed he was the one that had to be kept quiet, so you placed your hand roughly over his mouth while pushing his head back so he’d look at you. His eyes were watery and pleading, and your hand over his mouth made his eyes roll back and his thrusts impossibly faster. You didn’t reply to the girls as they laughed somewhere downstairs.
Your other hand gripped the edge of the counter he had put you on. His absolute desperateness made you clench around him even tighter, coating his dick is wetness that might even seep onto the tile under you. A thin layer of sweat was glistening on his temple as his hands clawed at your waist, his hips never faulting. “Shit I can’t-“ you whispered, pushing your hips into his now to feel him deeper, faster.
He felt your muscles tighten and his hand flew messily to your wet, puffy clit and rubbed it quickly. Your hand grabbed his wrist and your thighs shook around his hips where his sweats were pushed down. “Fucking cum for me, please,” he ordered, before footsteps where heard outside the door and a loud banging. Horrible timing, because you felt yourself squeeze Elliot’s dick so fucking tight, felt a hot slickness coat him while your heart raced and soft lips were open in a silent moan. You came so fucking hard and Elliot was stunned.
He wanted to reply to Jules’ obnoxious, drunken banging but his hand splayed on the wall instead as he buried his head in your neck, biting down on the apex of your shoulder as he came.
“Two seconds. I- I spilled on my shirt,” you yelled out hastily, breathless and ragged.
“Sure. Just don’t get anything gross on my counter please!” She laughed. “I won’t tell though, I promise”
She smiled to herself before leaving you alone.
Simultaneously you and Elliot breathed out in relief.
“God I’m sick of hiding this,” he muttered from your neck. You pulled his head up by his curls to look at him. When you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant, he pushed his hips flush with yours again, his coarse hair grinding against your oversensitive clit. Your words stuttered over each other into incoherent moaning.
“Fuck I wanna walk back out holding your hand. Please?” He asked softly, breaths still quick and ragged. You felt your heart clench at his request and nodded wordlessly.
“Okay.” You smiled, gasping gently when he pulled out of you. You were about to jump from the counter when you heard the soft of Elliot’s knees hitting the floor.
“So fucking pretty,” he said, voice low and hoarse as his thumb swiped through your wet, slick folds. Your stomach clenched at his words and touch, and he leaned forward to take your clit into his mouth. He sucked carefully while looking up into your eyes, hands on your thighs. You moaned shamelessly this time, not able to look into his intense gaze as your eyes averted to the ceiling.
He gave you a few appreciative kitten licks before getting up and handing you some toilet paper to wiper yourself down. When you had thoroughly cleaned the sink, per Jules’ request, you walked out of the bathroom with Elliot’s warm hand in yours.
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Dom fucking you in his dressing room before he goes back out on the stage
𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗
warnings[ p in v, smut, swearing, unprotected sex ]
you and Dominic have been together for a little over a couple of months now. yes.. its been in secret, but you've been together non the less. decideding to keep your relationship a secret was the best decision for the both of you, it was also extremely fun.
Sneaking off at party's, meeting up in the bathroom, quickys in closets, you also loved the thrill of almost getting caught, especially when Dominic would try to sneak touches in public and whoever your with sees his hand leaving your thingh. your favorite part is the hurried sex though. like now. Dominic was getting ready for his show, was being the main focus of the sentence.
instead Dom decided to fuck you in his dressing room. no big deal, right? well it wasn't, until you realized what time it is. 'fuck domm you go out in 5 minutes' you moan out as he pounds into you from behind. gripping your hips with force that'll leave prints, his mouth hung open as he fucked into you.
'fuckk, baby I know, just need you' he breathed out while what could be mistaken for a whimper left his lips.
he fucked you so good all the time but something was different about this. not wrong, just different.
for instance, you never struggled to have your feet touch the ground, but here you are feet barley grazing the floor with every thrust, nor had you had vision problems, but everytime he pushes that button your vision fills with white spots that can only be described as stars.
'oh my god I'm gonna cum' you whine. Dominic who was to focused looking at the white ring you created around his cock, paid no attention to what you said. moaning at the way he felt you clenching around him.
'can I cum in you baby?' he questions speeding up his pace. moaning at the delicious feeling of his cock hitting your g spot. 'fuck yes! please need it so bad' you moan out eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck into you.
right as someone knocks on the door.
not being able to hold any longer you hurriedly put your hand over your mouth desperate to stay as quiet as you could cumming around Dominic's cock, triggering his orgasm he thrust hard into you as a stage hand informed him through the door that he needed to go out.
looking down at your fucked out face in the mirror and not caring to rush on stage he lazyly fucked his cum deeper in to you.
'God baby we gotta do this more' he laughs slapping your ass as he pulls out, chuckling at your tired form trying to catch your breath as your legs twitched.
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Dominic fike ultimate pussy eater.
"Ohh baby.. I missed this." He moaned as his tongue flickers into your folds, slurping your juices with a mix of his saliva.
He curls his fingers who is knuckles deep into you as you gripped the blanket biting your lips too shy to even make out the sluttiest noise.
"Let it out pretty girl, i wanna hear your sweet noise." he said before moving his fingers to sonic knows faster than a vibrator, making you feel your own juices as he admires how your body twitches from the friction and pleasure.
If he can make you cum in his fingers what more on his dick.
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NSFW ALPHABET d.f
Requested by anon <3
Warnings: NSFW headcanons, smut.
Dominic fike NSFW headcanons.
Not my gif ^
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A: Aftercare, how are they like after sex?
Dominic is a loving partner during and after sex. You and him will most likely take a warm shower after, then you two would lie down with your head on his chest and legs intertwined. He loves checking up on your and making sure you're okay afterwards.
B: Body part, what's their favorite body part?
Dom LOVES your thighs. Whenever, wherever, he will touch your thighs (ofc if ur okay with it). He loves to place his hands on them, whether its a long road trip or a short drive, or you two are out on date. He loves them.
C: Cum, anything to do with cum.
He LOVES to cum inside of you. Just to feel your warm pussy pulse around him as he cums. He also loves to cum on your face, while you look up at him with your beautiful doll eyes.
D: Dirty secrets/Dirty talk, self explanatory.
I feel like he secretly likes to jerk off in public restrooms?? (Ofc washes his hands before and after).
He is such a dirty talker, and I mean SUCH a dirty talker. He'll whisper the dirtiest things that he's gonna do to you into your ear in public, then he'll take u home and do all those things. He DEFINITELY talks you through your orgasm/orgasms, saying things like "I know" and/or "it's okay, i got you, just let go".
E: Experience, how experienced are they?
He's pretty experienced. He definitely knows what he's doing. One of his best skills is pussy eating. He loves to eat your pussy any chance he gets.
F: favorite position.
He loves missionary, your legs wrapped around his back to pull him closer. He loves to look into your eyes as he pounds you senseless.
G: Goofy, how goofy are they?
He's pretty goofy, he makes jokes here and there. He'll let out giggle or two after he cums or when you squirt. (Lol)
H: Hair, are they well groomed?
He likes to keep it short, but he doesn't mind if you do or not. Whatever your comfortable with.
I: intimacy, are they intimate during sex?
Dominic loves to hold you while y'all are having sex, whether its holding your hand or holding your body close to him while your riding him.
J: Jack off (masturbation) How much do they do it?
He likes to do it, but prefers your hands instead. Whenever he's alone or on tour and horny he decides to call you. If ur not available he probably goes through the pictures and videos you send him and gets off that way.
K: Kinks, what are their kinks?
I'll just list them here.
- I feel like he has a daddy kink??
- not necessarily a kink but I feel like he loves your clit like yes please 🙌🏻
- I'm getting a sense he loves to cuff you. Just something about him being in full control.
- voyeurism?? Like he loves to watch you get off.
- light exhibitionism, like car sex in the back of a parking lot.
L: Location, where is his favorite place to have sex.
He will have sex ANYWHERE, bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, living room, car.. but his favorite is the classic bedroom.
M: Motivation, what turns them on?
Like earlier, your thighs. God he loves them so fucking much. Or you sitting on his lap.
N: No, what they won't do.
He obviously won't hurt you, if he sees blood anywhere he will stop and see if your okay.
O: Oral, do they enjoy giving or getting?
Like I stated earlier, he's such a pro at pussy eating and loves the way you whimper the second he licks at your clit. He enjoys getting head too, hearing you gag around his dick as your eyes fill with tears 😩.
P: Pace, slow or fast?
Depends on how you both feel, if he goes slow it's a very intimate, vanilla moment. If he goes fast, it's a very rough moment where your hands are probably handcuffed while he hits it from the back. 🙌🏻
Q: Quickie, how does he feel about them?
He doesn't mind them, but he enjoys spending more time with you while having sex.
R: Risk, does he take risks during sex?
Like I said he likes to have sex in the car, he gets off on the idea of someone finding out.
S: Stamina, how long can they go?
3/4 rounds on a good day, most of the times probably 2.
T: Toys, do they enjoy using toys?
Yes. He loves to use them on you or himself. Y'all probably have a (small) collection of toys, not to extreme but they still get the job done. (Vibrators, a Fleshlight etc..)
U: Unfair, how much do they tease?
He doesn't tease to much..but he likes to get you going before the sexual acts.
V: Volume, are they vocal during sex?
He is very vocal, he whimpers, moans, groans, all that jazz. He does not hold back.
W: Wild card (random headcanon)
He definitely wakes up hard. Most likely has wet dreams of you.
X: X-ray, what going on down there?
He's above average, he's thick and around 6.5 inches. (Although people think anything under 7 inches to 6 is small it isn't.)
Y: Yearning, how high is his sex drive?
I would say it's pretty normal. He loves sex, especially with you.
Z: Zzz, does he fall asleep quickly after?
Yes, you and him both. Y'all are usually tired out after. You both get cleaned up and lie down. He caresses your hair and you two talk a little before saying your 'i love yous' and 'goodnights'.
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A/N:... I don't know what to say lmfao, first time writing smut in a while, lmk what you all think. Also I saw someone say 20 rounds for stamina 😧 (for someone else) like damn..anyways love yalllll
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can you write aaaa… dominic fike x reader/gf surprises him after a show overseas and they have sum great ‘i mmissed u’ sex ? 💋✨
pairings: dom/fem!reader gf
word count: 2,047
warnings: smut, multiple 0rg@sms, fluff, swearing
authors not: this was super fun to write! ty for the requests <3
Bass boosted through the venue, an electric guitar riffing in the distance as you watched your boyfriend through a small tv in the green room. You were sitting on the couch, excitedly toying your fingers against the worn leather as you waited for Reed to give you the okay to head to Dominic’s hotel. It was 9pm already, you had been here for an hour, all without Dom’s knowledge. You had to see him perform before heading there to surprise him.
It started with the expected loneliness that filled your apartment when he left for tour, and then a not-so-silly idea as he joked on the phone.
“I wish you could come see me in New Zealand.” He chuckled, you two talked for a bit more until you decided to pretend to head to bed. As he headed to sound check somewhere in Europe, you stayed up late, searching for the nearest ticket to meet him in New Zealand. It had taken some sneaky conversations with Reed and some planning but you had formulated a plan to surprise him in NZ.
Now, here you were, pulled out of your trance by Reed poking his head into the green room.
“He’ll be off in about 25. Driver’s outside and it’s about a 15 minute drive away.” He smiled softly.
You hopped up, following him down a dark hallway and exiting out through a side door, swiveling your head around as you headed to a blacked out SUV, surprised to find no fans waiting outside the venue.
“They’re on the other side.” Reed chuckled, reading your mind. “Here’s the hotel key. Now shoo!” He joked, urging you into the car.
The ride to the hotel was calm and beautiful, the sights of Auckland keeping you in awe. You arrived at the Sofitel hotel, trying to maintain your composure at how grand and pristine the building was. The lifestyle that Dom had created for you was still too much to take in at times.
After checking in, you headed to the bar to pass time, wanting to give Dominic time to shower. You knew how hard we went at shows, and you figured he’d want to be clean and refreshed to be surprised. The sexual tension that had been laced in you two’s recent texts hinted to you what tonight could look like.
While waiting, you got a text from Reed:
“He headed up to the room about 15 ago, you should be all good to go. Good luck xx.” You were suddenly overcome with nervousness as you made your way to the elevator. You two had been together for about 2 years and you still couldn’t help the nervousness that overcame you when you were reunited with him. You chewed gently on your bottom lip, tapping your foot as the elevator made its way to the penthouse suite. After tapping your key, you gently opened the door, closing it behind you and crossing your fingers in hope that he was still in the shower. As you made your way through the suite, you were met with ever growing sounds of music echoing in the bathroom, paired with the steady pour of the shower. You tiptoed past the bathroom door, making your way to the bedroom, gently closing the door behind you.
You kicked off your shoes, eyes catching yourself in the mirror, eyes scanning over the tight sundress you had decided on for today. Your eyes scanned over the room, suddenly met with a view that couldn’t be described as anything less than stunning. It was a top floor view, overlooking the whole city, the colorful lights gently illuminating the dim room.
You were taken out of your trance by a sudden deep voice behind you.
“What the fuck”
You turned on your heels, eyes caught onto Dom in the doorway, clad only in pajama pants and his jaw agape as he tried to register that you were here, right in front of him.
“Surprise…” You said breathlessly with a shy smile, heart racing in your chest as if you were seeing him for the first time.
He strided over to you silently, lifting you up into his large arms, engulfing you in his scent. He dug his face into your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing each other tighter than ever. After a few moments, he placed you on your feet gently, hands laced behind the small of your back as he ogled down at you like a schoolboy with a crush.
“You are fucking insane! How did you pull this off?” His voice slightly raspy from his concert earlier in the night.
“Blame Reed. He’s sneaky and an enabler. I came to him as a joke and he helped me figure it out.” You chuckled, smiling up at him.
“I missed you so much today you have no idea.” He sighed contently. He leaned forward, kissing you slowly, leaning back a moment later to leave his forehead on yours.
“Is that so? Wanna show me how much?” You slyly remarked, suddenly hyper aware of the desire pooling your insides and raising your temperature.
His eyes shifted between yours, a darkness began to circle them as he realized what you meant. He nodded silently, grabbing your face with his hands and kissing you fervently, almost making your knees buckle. Your tongues danced together and he pulled you up into his arms again, finding the desk near the window to sit you on.
He pulled himself to stand between your legs, grabbing your neck gently and tilting it back for easy access to mark you. He switched between lightly ghosting over your most sensitive spots to littering marks all over your neck, driven on by the whines that left your throat.
He pulled back to scan over your body, hands running up and down your inner thighs..
“This dress looks, really fucking good on you. And it's…” His hand ghosted lightly over your clothed clit, making you gasp. “Easy access.” He smirked innocently at your reaction.
You whined at the loss of contact, hands gripping onto his biceps and eyes pleading up at him. He understood what those whines meant, cueing you to lift up as he gently pulled your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the large room. Your breath stalled in your chest at how he lowered himself onto his knees, keeping eye contact with you as he teased between your inner thighs, extremely close to where you needed him most.
“Dom please I-” You were suddenly cut off by his pink lips wrapping around your clit, making you let out a high pitched sound at the sudden surge of pleasure, arching up into arms and leaning your head back onto the window behind you.
You couldn’t help the way your hips grinded up into his tongue that circled you so skillfully, one hand laced in his curls, the other dug into the edges of the desk, desperate to find anything to hold onto. He hummed into you from contentment, enjoying the sounds spilling from your mouth, as you became a babbling mess of moans and echoes of his name. Your eyes rolled back as he slowly and gently worked one, and then two of his long fingers into you, pressing deeply at your g-spot not losing his rhythm between your legs.
Your legs tensed as a coil in your abdomen began twisting and alerting you and him to the way you were about to become undone.
“Cmon baby...look at me..” He cooed gently, not stalling his pace. You forcefully looked down at him through squinted eyes that were threatening to close at any moment. “Give it to me, pretty girl.” Your breath ran ragged, the way the lights danced across him, the innocent look in his eyes despite what he was currently doing sent you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed together as you thrashed in his arms, coming undone with a series of ragged moans, riding out your high as he began to draw back on his torture between your legs.
Your head stayed laid back and eyes stayed closed as you attempted to catch your breath. You heard Dominic shuffle to stand up. Your head snapped up and eyes caught onto his as the tip of his length gently rubbed the entrance of the ache between your legs. One hand held the small of your back up while the other held the base of his length. He groaned quietly at the sight of your wetness that had pooled between your legs. He gently let you adjust to his size, working into you inch by inch, eyes trained onto your face to watch for your reactions. You both moaned in unison as his hips met yours, his hands leaning over to the window behind you, hiking your leg up.
“You feel so amazing my god “ he groaned. His thrusts began gently, rocking into you at a steady pace. You looked up at him, mouth agape, as he coaxed you through it gently. “So p-pretty. Good girl.”
“Harder Dom- please baby, please.” You begged. He didn’t stall, picking up his pace, the sound of his hips colliding with yours and your increasingly loud moans filled the room. You clung to him, hands around his back as he pounded into you. His lips collided with yours suddenly, the kiss filled with passion.
“I love you..i love you..i love you..” He mumbled desperately against your lips, moving deeper than before.
“I l-love you” You managed to get out through your moans.
He kissed you deeply again, leaning back to gently pull out and flip you to stand on your feet facing the window. You felt his breath ghost over your ear as he whispered gently.
“The view is almost as pretty as you. Wanted you to see it too..” He said, gently smirking at the way your body shivered from the kisses he traced down your neck and back, gently teasing the tip at your entrance again before sliding back into you, leaving your mouth agape. He gently pressed down on your back, queuing you to relax over the desk. He resumed his earlier pace into you, kneading at your ass that was positioned up to him. One hand made its way around you to grip the sides on your neck, the other finding its way between your legs.
The combination of the delicious pressure on your neck coupled with the circling of your clit left you feeling dizzy and your knees buckling.
“Holy shittt” You whined, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. If he kept going the way he was, you weren’t going to last for long. Your hand went up to cup his hand around your throat gently.
“Can you give me one more baby? I know you can..c'mon..” He cooed in your ear,relishing in the way that his words made you clench down on him.One particular thrust made you finally come undone for the second time, forcing you up on your tippy toes, eyes rolling back as you cried out Dominic’s name like a mantra.
He finished soon after, pulling out with a gasp, and finishing on the curve of your ass. He leaned over you, placing his head on your shoulder as you stood shivering, trying to come back to reality.
“Good job baby.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek.
You smiled gently as you came to, opening your eyes to fully take in the view in front of you.
“What happened to your fear of heights?” You toyed, turning in his arms.
“Fear of heights can’t beat the orgasm I just had not gonna lie.” He deadpanned, making you weakly laugh. He scooped you up, forcing you to pee while he ran you two a bath, shortly making both of your ways to relax in the water with your back against his chest.
“I feel lucky, so many girls wish they could have.. that but only got an autograph.” You smiled lazily
“Oh trust me you got a few signatures of your own” He smirked, pointing at your neck “Seven to be exact.”
You jokingly rolled your eyes. Relaxing against him, you were just grateful to be back in his arms again.
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the weekend: part i, elliot x reader
୨୧ the weekend masterlist
synopsis: in which he's in a relationship but still has you wrapped around his finger... but only on the weekend
warning(s): infidelity/cheating, angst, arguing, lying, implied makeup sex, delusion (reader is just like meeee lmao).
author's note: you sayyy youuu got a girllll, how you want me? how you want me when you got a girlll?? let me know if you all would like a part two :)
(edited as of 12.30.23)
wc: 1.2k
"What's on your mind?" He asked, pulling your head out of your thoughts.
You caught yourself doing that a lot lately. Taking the time to step back and do some hardcore reflecting. It was apparent that the person that you were becoming was beginning to cause conflict in your life.
When you started fooling around with Elliot, it hadn't occurred to you that what you two were doing was wrong. He'd done such a good job at convincing you that your loyalty didn't lie with his girlfriend.
I mean, you two hardly knew each other. All you knew was that he quickly grew fond of the girl two weeks after he transferred to East Highland. About a month after that, they were dating.
But Elliot was a liar. And a good one.
You met him at a party and caught him right in the middle of a personal smoke sesh. He asked you if you wanted to take a hit, and you obliged. Next thing you knew he was tonguing you down in a dimly lit bathroom, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
At that point, you had no clue about his relationship. That night led to steamy rendevous, and soon enough it became frequent. Every weekend, he would hit you up at midnight and then pick you up. What happened after that was unspeakable.
That lasted about a month before you finally found out about her.
You overheard her and Maddy talk about their relationship, and you were vexed, to say the very least. Swearing up and down, when you confront Elliot about his secret relationship, you won't let up and cut him off for good.
You swore but didn't hold yourself to the swear. The minute he began to rest his case, he confided in you about how bored he was with his relationship and how he did like her but felt like he wasn't taking their relationship as seriously as she was.
He promised that he was going to break up with her soon.
A smart person would just call him a liar and leave him alone... right?
Wrong. You fell for his lies and now here you were. Saturday night, tangled in his sheets while he smoked a joint and played tunes off of his guitar.
"You." You responded.
He glanced up from his guitar to look at you, "Me?"
You nodded, your eyes moving from his to the nail you were picking, "You and... her."
You heard a deep sigh escape his lips, "I told you that I'm breaking up with her."
"You tell me a lot of things, Elliot."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Your eyes rolled, staring at his face, "It means that you tell me things that I'm supposed to believe, but I don't. Not anymore."
He's stuck. He's confused. He didn't think that you would bring this conversation up, as it was an unspoken rule between the two of you not to argue over his relationship.
Mostly because he didn't want to account for fiddling with two girls' emotions, all while trying to have his cake and eating it too.
But you were fed up. You wanted Elliot to yourself, and it was eating you up inside knowing that you only were allowed access to him on the weekends.
"Why won't you just break up with her? You say that you're not happy and that you're dissatisfied with your relationship yet you still stay with her. Why?"
The questions were coming up like word vomit. It was as if once you started, you couldn't stop. All the emotions that you had bottled up inside were starting to fizzle out, and you figured that now was the time to address his betrayal.
You didn't even realize that he was now standing up, inching closer to you and your face with his hand. His demeanor was nurturing and confused. It made you wonder what was about to come out of his mouth.
“Y/N, I love you. You know that,” he started, “I just… can’t be with you right now. I like what we’re doing. It’s simple.”
What the fuck?
Simple. That statement alone was enough to make your heart drop.
He caressed your cheek and then placed a soft kiss on it. Then he turns away and heads to the bathroom.
What the fuck?????
All you could utter was “Are you serious?” which you meant to say in your head, but it blurted out with such disgust lacing your tone.
He ignored you and a moment later you heard his pee hit the water in the toilet. You roll your eyes again and inch near the bathroom door, awaiting his departure. The sink runs, assuming that he is washing his hands and then the door opens.
For the life of you, you could not read the expression on his face. You wondered what was going on in his head and why he was treating you this way. You wondered so much to the point where that was the question that you blurted out.
“Treating you like what? I thought I made it clear what this was.” He gestures between the both of you, “We fuck on weekends. I don’t understand why you expected anything else out of me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re the one who proposed the idea of us fucking around. You’re the one who initiated this whole thing and promised me that you were going to break up with her. Don’t try to flip this shit on me.”
He plopped on the edge of his bed and you stood in front of him with your arms folded.
“I’m not flipping anything, sweetheart,” He smirked and chuckled, adding fuel to the fire, “I like it when you get all mad at me,” His hand reached for your hip and he pulled you into his lap, then placed soft kisses along your neck.
You pushed your hands against his chest slightly, “Elliot stop. We’re having a conversation.”
He sighed, dropping his hands, “I’m sorry, it’s just I can’t continue this thing we have going on if we argue all the time. Now do you want to talk about my girlfriend or do what you came over to do…” his voice trailed off as his fingers went back to massaging your sides, then cupping your butt.
He squeezed your cheek softly and stared at you with his low, red eyes and his lip between his teeth, waiting for you to respond, “Hmm? Do you still want to talk?”
Your lips parted, lingering for something to come out, yet nothing did. Instead, he leaned in and sucked on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply.
This is how it went every time. You would ask him about her and he would avoid accountability by trapping you in his seductive web. It was like clockwork. And you always fell for it.
You couldn’t even feel sorry for yourself anymore, because you knew that he was going to continue to lie.
At this point, you were fully aware of what you were getting into with him, and you were starting not to care. And at this point, you were willing to put everything on the line if it meant you still got to have a little piece of him on the weekend.
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Mirrors
Elliot x reader
Warnings: SMUT.
a/n: this was written so long ago so don’t be TOO harsh ignore any spelling or grammar errors this shit is actually so ass but oh well.
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The carnival was a big deal at east highland, more specifically who you went with.
So when you got a text from Elliot asking you to keep him company you cheerfully agreed. When you agreed to go along with him this was the last situation you expected yourself to be in.
It was now reaching the early hours of the morning so the crowd of people who originally where there had thinned out some due to curfews and the lack of things to do other than ride the Ferris wheel and few other rides that where there. Elliot had pulled you into the fun house fifteen minutes earlier which turned into a heated make out session in the mirror room since it had the most coverage from the outside world.
You could slowly feel his hands trailing up your skirt before he reached the hem of your underwear, Elliot pulled away from the kiss to shoot you a questioning look you shook your head in response as he pulled you down to the ground and situated it so you where now sitting in between his legs with your back to his chest and your legs spread you could now see you black lace underwear on full display in the mirrors that surrounded the two of you.
He hungrily pulled the fabric down and past your feet discarding of it he stared at the reflection of your now soaking pussy in a daze which was quickly broken by a whimper leaving your throat due to his fingers making their way to your clit
“all of this for me"
he muttered in your ear in a low raspy voice before dipping two of his fingers into your pussy resulting in a loud moan breaking the silence you reached your hand up to cover your mouth not wanting to draw any attention to what was happening as he thrusted his two long fingers into you at a rapid pace.
You could feel his dick hardening underneath you and a whispered praise left his mouth
"you look so pretty like this y/n”
your eyes slammed shut as a the pressure slowly grew you felt a large hand reach around and grab your chin
"open your eyes I want you to watch as I fuck you"Elliot uttered
You opened your eyes watching as his fingered thrusted into you at a rapid pace before coming undone on them
"good girl" he spoke
Before pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean
"you did so good for me" he voiced while pulling you into a sweet kiss as you smiled against his lips
"please tell me this isn't going to be a one time thing You questioned hoping the answer would be no
“Trust me it's definitely not." Elliot said crushing your worries as his lips formed a cocky smile.
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guys should i start writing for dominic fike??
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Babydoll-Dominic Fike
You see dominic at a party after your breakup.
WARNINGS:mentions of smut,angst,cheating,swearing,that's it really.
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"What if I don't wanna go?" You said,annoyed,your best friend Jenna was trying to convince you to go to a party tonight. "Trust me you want to go" Jenna said, you sighed and after a WHILE of conving you hung up the phone with a "Fine! pick me up in half an hour." "AHH deal! see you soon babes." Jenna hung up excitedly. After getting ready, you sat on your couch,waiting for Jenna. You suddenly get a text that says "I'm outside love". You get up and leave. Once you're inside Jenna's car you start talking about life,work and the desperate need for you to suddenly go to this party. "So why the sudden need for me to go this party?" You questioned Jenna. "Well...you're so busy with work lately,you need a break." She replied,looking nervous. You brushed it off and continued to talk about other things.
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You two finally arrived at the party and step foot inside the door. Jenna turns to you and says "You look hot by the way" you were wearing a red lace top with a black skirt and boots. "Thanks,you too". You and Jenna scoped out the party,said hi to a few people and got some drinks. Once you were finally a little chill and settled Jenna looked at you with a serious look and said "Ok I have to tell you the truth." You looked surprised, "About what?" She took a deep breath and said "The reason I asked you to come to the party is because Dominic is here." Your eyes widened "Jenna what the fuck?" Your tone became serious,stern. "I know I'm sorry but-" You cut her off "No but's. You know I don't wanna see him right now. Not after what happened."What happened: You and Dominic were serious for 3 years,until a year ago,you walk into your shared apartment to find Dominic's head buried in between some girls legs after one of his tours,since then you cut off all contact.Your eyes start to wander looking for him in the crowd of people,till finally,you find him. He grew out his blonde hair,now his curls are visible. He seems healthier,happier. Your eyes start to tear up,you look at Jenna and with your voice cracking you say "Sorry,I have to go to the restroom" "Y/N wait!!" you hear Jenna call after you. Rushing through the sea of people you happen to bump into Dominic. You quickly mumble a "sorry" and continue on your way. Dominic sees the tears in your eyes and stops Jenna going after you. "What happened?" he questioned,worry in his eyes. "She saw you and...I don't know.She started crying" Jenna said. "You should talk to her". and with that,Dominic was now following you to the restroom.
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Sitting on the floor,hearing the mumbled 'Whatever She Wants' playing outside the wood door. Your mind starts replaying the memory. Her head thrown back in pleasure,screaming the name only you called him,Dom,or so you thought. Hearing him respond with the name only he called you "you're so pretty,babydoll" or so you thought.Suddenly, a knock, takes you out of your haze. "Y/N open the door" the familiar voice haunts your ears. "Go away Dominic" your voice cold. Dominic flinches at this,"Please just open the door". You don't know what it was,who it was, but something made you give up all your morals,as soon as you heard the panic and worry in his voice,you opened the door. "Babydoll,what's wrong?" Dominic kneels down and goes to cup your face in his hands. "Don't call me that." you turn your head away from his hold, he sits down next you and watched as you wipe tears away from your face. He looks down,hands in his lap and he mutters a "How've you been?" You scoff and reply "how do you think? asshole" "Babydoll,come on,don't be like that" "STOP CALLING ME THAT" you turn to look at him,tears welling up again "Y/N...I always called you that. why are you suddenly so mad when I say that?" You get up,hand buried in your hair,anger deep in your veins, "you wanna know why? because that's what you called that bitch when you cheated on me. that's not my fucking name Dominic,it's hers. or whoever else the fuck you're calling that when you fuck them." by now, Dominic's eyes are now filling with tears. "Y/N I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you,just please let me explain..." he gets up and starts walking towards you, you turn to look at him,"I was high,on whatever fucking drugs I was doing,I was drunk,and the rush of the tour ending,me just wanting to see you,to hold you-" "oh so you just had to have sex with a random fan,because you "missed" me so much?" Your voice was filled with anger,"you just couldn't wait another hour for me to get home?" eyes welling up again. "I don't know what the fuck was wrong with me. I'm so sorry. you didn't deserve what I did to you" tears start to spill from his eyes "Babydoll,im so sorry" he wraps his arms around your wasit,his head buried in your chest as he bawls his eyes out. You run your hands through his curls,"so your sober now?" You ask. "yeah,it's been tough but,I finally did it. just like you wanted me to" he says in between sniffles. You smile as you pull away "I'm glad dom." Your hand cup his face as you wipe away his tears,his arms still around your waist. He looks you in the eyes,with a serious tone he says "I can't move on babydoll,I miss you so much,every girl I kiss,every girl I fuck,every girl I see...they're all you." he leans in to kiss you but you turn away,"I miss you too dom,but I'm sorry. I wish you the best,your music is amazing,you finally being sober is amazing,you look amazing. But I can't be your babydoll anymore." You walk out the door,that was all that Dominic needed. He knew to no longer wait on your calls,he knew you were no longer his beautiful babydoll.
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A Dare’s a Dare
Elliot x Reader
Warnings: Smutty smut smutt & also a try at some plot...pray he never sees this
a/n: whew...hey guys. long time no SEE! it’s been a hot minute & i’m so sorry about that. please accept this gift as an apology...i didn’t even mean to make this so long, & i definitely still need to make corrections, but alas, here we are. please enjoy & maybe leave a comment? i love reading your guys reactions/thoughts! :)
a/a/n: wait, also, can we talk about cochella? because i was SAT! mama’s boy is already my favoritee.
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One of the lightbulbs in the bathroom flicker as you lean down to sniff a line of coke off the porcelain sink. Then it blows out. You told Elliot weeks ago that it needed to be replaced, but as usual, his “I’ll get to it.” gets lost in all the other bullshit he spews.
Throwing your head back, you scrunch your nose and sniff. Not yet used to the burn.
Unrolling the five-dollar bill, you shake it out and shove it in your pocket. He left it in the bathroom for you anyway. You do a quick sweep around to make sure there’s nothing that can show what’s been going on in there, swipe the powder off your tight long sleeve, and walk out.
The music that was once muffled behind the door is now clear as you sway to the beat on your way back into Elliot’s room, Jules and Rue sitting on his bed with a joint between Rue’s lips.
“Ooo, that the vanilla backwood–” You start, then stop when warm hands grab your face, and your lips are pressed against another pair. It happens so fast that you barely have time to process it before the warm body moves away. You stumble and look up.
Elliot.
“That wasn’t 10 seconds,” Jules calls out, leaning into Rue. They’re going straight to hell if you have any say in it. Though considering the life choices you’ve all made from the moment you crossed paths, you’ll be right there with them. Elliot too.
“You’ve never really kissed a girl before, huh, Elly?” Rue mocks, lighting the blunt.
Elliot leans over and whispers in your ear, “Let me keep my dignity, and I’ll let you keep my five in your pocket.” Damn. Touché.
You shrug and nod, reaching to grab his face and pull him forward. You’re too high for this shit.
“Start the clock.” Elliot points, looking at Rue before meeting your lips in a heavy kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and pushes you against the nearest wall.
Your heart is going well over the average beat per minute, and for once, you can honestly say it wasn’t because of the line you just did. You’ve wanted Elliot since the day Rue introduced you to him. Charming, snarky, sarcastic. Qualities right out of your manifestation journal.
The both of you clicked immediately as if you’d been a past connection. Got even closer as the year went on.
You once considered confessing. Telling him you wanted the title of being his and him yours. But that long since died out the closer you became. You’d rather him a friend than nothing.
So every girl he's ever brought up, fucked, confided in you about, you sat there and took it. Shoving down what you felt and ranting it all out to Rue and Jules until you felt good enough to shove it down again. You thought you were doing pretty good, well, until now, since his hands are squeezing your hips and his mouth is hot on yours. You’re more than sure your pussy rivals Niagara Falls right now.
You know this is some fucked up dare on Jules's part nonetheless, and you really shouldn’t enable her, but fuck it.
It’s just a kiss.
So you melt into him, let your hands slide from his face, and rest one on the back of his neck and the other in his curls. You accidentally give them a harsh tug when Elliot pulls back a little to suck at your bottom lip while slipping a warm hand into your sweats to grope your ass.
At the same time you whimper, he huffs out a hoarse ‘fuck’ against your lips at the tug. You open your eyes and pull back just a bit to see he’s already looking at you. Desperation is evident on his face, and his chest heaving just as much as yours. His eyes dart back down to your lips, and you can tell he’s about to go in for another kiss. You just about meet him halfway until your drug-muddled brain processes that you both aren’t alone. The harsh shrill of Jules yelling out shatters the atmosphere.
“10!” You jump, and Elliot freezes, dropping his head onto your shoulder, as his shake with laughter. Unfortunately, the new position leaves you face to face with your friends looking at you with a smugness you want to punch. You throw up your middle finger.
“We literally yelled out 10 a good zillion times. You two were practically fucking in front of us.”
You roll your eyes and push Elliot off when you feel him start to leave soft kisses up your neck, afraid you might actually jump him in front of company if he keeps going. Besides, that wasn’t part of the dare.
“You’re so fucking horny.” You groan, sliding down on the carpet, still trying to catch your breath. Elliot grins and takes the joint from Rue.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t go out like that. A dare’s a dare.”
You grumble and try to ignore the ripple of hurt that rides through you. For a split second, you let yourself believe that maybe the kiss was of hidden motive. Despite it being a dare, you hoped there was at least some truth behind his touches.
Suddenly you hate your friends for the dare, but more so yourself for letting the strong wall you built fall the second he unknowingly dove into your hidden desire.
Your response was a bit delayed, a dry laugh as you reached out for the joint. Closing your eyes and letting your head thump against the wall after your pull.
Fuck.
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Time goes by, and your high eventually fades. Rue and Jules left when Jules’s dad began calling about her whereabouts. You stayed behind with Elliot, you two in the middle of a movie when your friends decided to go.
When the credits roll, you glance at your phone. Two am.
“Can I stay the night?” You ask, looking up from your phone. Your stomach swirls when you notice he’s already looking in your direction. Stare intense, and you wonder how long he was staring in the first place.
“It’s pretty late, and I really don’t feel like going home.” You know he’ll say yes, so you quickly text your sister and toss your phone.
“Yeah, sure,” He rolls over and stretches, “You know where everything is to shower and shit.”
You nod and roam around his room for a shirt and a clean pair of boxers.
“You don’t already have a hookup planned for tonight, do you? Cause that would suck.” You laugh under your breath, turning on his orange lamp. Your back faces him while you move around, and you notice he’s silent. Too long for a joke. Not even a scoff. You turn around and see him on the edge of his bed, hands running down his face.
“I stopped those a while ago.” You raise your eyebrows and shuffle in your spot. The air goes tense, and you don’t like it. So you try to shift it.
“What? Ran out of girls in the area?” Your smile drops as soon as it starts when he looks up at you in annoyance. A look that’s never been directed to you.
“No, I got tired of fucking people who didn’t give a fuck about me.” You’re immediately swallowed by guilt. You cross your arms and stop shuffling.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean it like that.” He waves you off and gets up to grab a clean towel.
"Mhm." He walks out to his vacant cousins' ensuite bathroom and slams the door. You jump in your spot and groan. Muttering to yourself on your way toward his bathroom.
You brush your teeth once you’re showered and dressed. His boxers rolled down to fit your hips. His shirt smells like him, and you find yourself bringing it up to your nose any chance you get.
Spitting out the toothpaste, you rinse your mouth and stare at yourself in the mirror. Eyes trailing down to your neck and remembering how Elliot’s lips softly moved up that sensitive part of your skin hours ago. You wonder what would have happened if you didn’t push him away.
Would he have kept going despite having company? Bite down? You shudder, shaking your head and gripping the sink. You've stayed over at his place before, but this feels different. Something is looming over the two of you, and you don’t know if you like it.
You give yourself a dramatic thumbs up in the mirror and walk towards his room. The orange light from before is off, and a dim glow emits instead. He turned on his string lights.
The ones you got him for his birthday last year. You smile to yourself and see Elliot cross-legged on his bed, rolling another joint.
He doesn’t acknowledge you, rightfully so. But it still doesn't make you feel good. You lean on his door frame and watch his fingers skillfully pearl the backwood. You know he knows you’re staring at him, but he doesn’t make a move to say anything.
Your eyes move up to his mouth, fixating on how he uses his tongue to lick the seam of the rolling paper. His eyes flick up while doing so and lock with yours. Your breath hitches, and you watch as he trails down your body before making eye contact again. You divert your attention elsewhere, clicking your acrylics against each other.
Elliot sighs, and you hear him place his rolling tray on his desk.
“You just gonna stand there or help me smoke this?” A silent peace offering.
You stay by the doorway, still a little unsure, watching Elliot place the blunt between his lips and lie on his back, holding his lighter out to you.
“Light me.”
You huff and push off the frame, crawling on his bed and taking a seat on his window seal. The square cut out big enough for you to comfortably sit in. You grab the lighter from his hands and spark it, leaning forward to light his spliff.
“Elliot, I’m—” Once again, his eyes meet yours, and your words die in your throat. You’re closer to him than before. His curls are still damp and loose, framing his face. Skin soft and dewy from skincare, and the amber glow from the flame.
He’s so fucking beautiful. Being this close, your thumbs itch to rub over his apple tattoo; then over his eyebrows, then gently use the pad to pull down his plump bottom lip to watch it bounce back into place.
They’re loosely holding on to the vanilla backwood, pink and soft. You want to kiss him again. Taste the flavored remnant that undoubtedly coats his lips the longer the joint sits there.
Elliot shuffles, and you snap out of your revere, clearing your throat. You quickly light his joint as you feel the lighter wheel heat up under your thumb. Then continue your apology.
“I'm really sorry for earlier. What I said was fucked up.”
“Yeah, you think?” He’s being sarcastic, but once again, deserved.
“At least the sex you’ve had meant something. They don’t just fuck off after.” Elliot takes a long pull and hands it over to you.
“Who would’ve thought me, of all people, craved intimacy during and after a fuck.” He gives a dry laugh and blows out.
“Eh, I wouldn’t say that.” Elliot looks over at you. “The guys I fucked were only interested in me for that reason. A fuck.” After a pull, you let your head rest against the wall, “Led me to believe it would be something more, then left with a half-assed sentiment once I gave them what they really wanted. Never even cummed for a guy.”
You shrug, then blow out the smoke before continuing. “So I guess we’re on the same boat then, huh?”
You look over at Elliot, his face unreadable. Silence falls over you both like a thick blanket as you pass the joint between each other. You let him get the last hit, holding it out for him lean up and take a pull.
He crosses his legs and puts his hands behind his head, eyes lidded and red as he watches you snuff out the blunt and toss it out the window. You suppose your eyes don’t look too far off from that too.
His voice, although soft, jumps you out of the silence.
“You’re more than just a fuck.” You suddenly find it hard to breathe.
“You too, Elliot.” You whisper, scared to break the atmosphere you two have made. He’s quiet for a moment before continuing.
“I wouldn’t treat you that way. At least with me, you’d cum.”
Your heart damn near stops, and you inhale at his words. He reaches a hand out to your ankle; the pads of his fingertips cool as they rub at the warm skin over the bone. Mindlessly playing with your anklet, you shiver as his hand moves to caress your calf.
He shuffles closer to you, and your thighs quiver at the new tension. You can’t process what’s happening anymore. What’s real, and what’s fake.
Being high blinds the practicalness you usually have when it comes to Elliot, making everything regarding him, sugar-coated. Elliot’s processing through your brain like he’s a wad of sugary cotton candy, and you’re feigning for it bad.
It’s why you feel your body mindlessly moving on its own as you climb down from his window and over to him. You straddle his hips, and his hands slide under your shirt like clockwork.
He’s close enough to where his breath fans over your lips, he’s focused on them until he catches your gaze. “I know I can give you what you need.”
You nod, letting out a shaky breath when your clothed clit barely rubs at his dick, poking under his sweats. His body reacts to prove his words right.
“So, please, can I make you cum?” He doesn’t need to ask twice.
“God, yes, Elliot.” And just like earlier, his lips are on yours. It has your pussy puddled in seconds. It’s slow, wet, and sounds lewd even in your ears.
Just as you guessed, there’s a faint taste of vanilla, and it has you whimpering. Your moans filter in soon after when he grabs your hips and pulls them down, pussy rubbing against his hard-on.
He’s harder than earlier, and it feels too good; it has you jolting up. His groan is guttural, sending spikes of pleasure through you like no other. You swallow the sound and let him flip you both over.
“Wanted this for so fucking long.” He breathes, leaving kisses down your neck. You don’t know what to say. Still not comprehending this is happening, let alone someone you’ve been yearning for admitting that he has been too.
He moves back to yank off his shirt, and you’re whining out to him before you can stop yourself. Needing him back against you. Elliot chuckles at your neediness, returning for a kiss that barely leaves you in touch with reality.
“Take this off for me?” He whispers, tugging on your shirt. You pull it off and bring him back down, his hands running over your newly exposed skin. Fingers brushing over your tits.
“Can I?” His voice is strained, composure just short of being lost.
“Yeah.” You breathe, feeling him kiss down your chest until his warm mouth suctions onto your nipple.
You curse out and arch off the bed, running a hand through his hair and gripping it hard. He groans against you, his dick pressing harder against your thigh as he ruts himself into your soft skin. Desperate for friction.
You don’t realize how much he’s getting off to this until you bring yourself to look down and see his eyes closed. His lips suctioned around your right nipple, his fingers rolling the bud of the left one. He’s in a state of bliss, so lost in himself. He pops off and moves to the other, tongue flicking over your nipple in a way you wish was on your clit.
“Elliot, please.” You whine, pussy gushing yet again when you feel him grind harder at you saying his name.
“Please, what?” He moves off your nipple and lays his head on your stomach. Looking up at you while his fingers replace where his mouth once was.
“Need you.” You can’t say it; you won’t. You’re more than sure he knows where you want him. You can tell when you hear him huff a laugh.
“You’re going to have to tell me where.” You quiver when you feel his fingers rub over the drenched spot on your boxers. His boxers.
“It’s here? You need me here, right? You really drenched my boxers, didn’t you?”
“Yes, right there. Please, please.” You whine, unable to feel embarrassed. Not when he has you this worked up.
“See. Not so hard.” He muses, sliding them off and slowly pushing your legs apart.
“Fuck, look at you.” He whispers. “So pretty and so wet. Just for fucking me.” He looks up at you, “Anyone ever made you this wet?”
You shake your head. “No, just you. Only you.” Elliot’s in awe, someone like you all glistening and needy for him. It's like he’s on a power trip. “Can I record eating your pussy?”
Your mind is too sugar-coated for you to think straight, your trust and reliability around Elliot allowing it to be as such. A question like that from anyone else would have had you shriveling up in disgust. But with Elliot? You find yourself pliant. Ready to let him do anything he wanted to you.
“Your words.” He murmurs, his fingers pressing down on your clit to watch your juices spread.
You squeal at the pressure, “Yes, yes!”
“Good girl.” He feels around for his phone. You hear the start of the video and through lidded eyes, see him shining the camera flash on your soaked folds.
“Looks even prettier in the light.” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or the camera, but your pussy visibly clenches at his words, and he chuckles.
“Can you spread yourself for me?”
He was going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it.
Obediently, you slide your pretty fingers to your cunt, and slowly open yourself up to him with your pointer and middle finger. You hear the sticky sound your pussy makes as you reveal your clit to him, the jewels on your acrylics glinting under the flash.
“Fuck.” He breathes out your name, zooming in. “Keep it there.” He says, reaching his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit.
“Elly!” You whine, thighs trembling. He hands you his phone without a word, eyes not tearing away from your pussy. With a shaky hand, you take it and position it so he’s in frame.
“Hold still.”
“Oka–Shit, Elliot!” You cry, his tongue flicking your clit before you can finish. His eyes are closed, lapping you up like he's starved. You want to close your eyes, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of everything, Elliot. But he told you to hold still.
So you look down in the camera to make sure he’s still within frame and almost cum right there. He’s looking up into the camera, right at you. It has your stomach clenching and pussy throbbing under his tongue.
“Feels so good, Elly, don’t stop.” You cry out. He keeps a hand firmly on your thigh to keep them open and brings the other to rub circles on your clit. He moves down and shoves his tongue inside. Tongue fucking you and eliciting the only sound he wants to hear from you.
You let out a moan so pretty it has Elliot’s dick harder than ever, and he falters in his movements for a second. Pulling back to leave quick, and messy kisses to your pretty fingers for holding yourself open for him.
“M’ gonna cum!” You squeal, dropping the phone to grip his sheets. You could feel it; you were about to snap. And you’re so desperate for it. Desperate to cum for him.
He pulls back for a quick second, “Come on, baby, you can do it. All over my face, come on.” Then he quickly flicks the tip of his tongue back on your clit.
You reach both hands down to grip his hair, “Yes, like that; stay there, stay there!” You cry, toes curling when Elliot does as you say.
That’s all you need. The white-hot coil snaps, and you scream Elliot’s name, cumming harder than you believed possible. Head thrown back as one of your hands squeeze the pillow under your head, the other still holding a tight grip on Elliot’s hair. Knuckles white.
Your legs tremble, and your chest stutters. Elliot watches it all in a daze. He didn’t know someone could look so fucking beautiful while cumming. You look dewy, a thin sheet of sweat coating your body. The woman right out of his wet dreams.
He did that to you, it was all him, and it has him moaning into your sensitive cunt. Causing your body to quiver.
��Fuck Elliot.” You breathe, pawing his greedy mouth off you and back to your lips. You taste yourself on him and sigh.
“So good. So so good.” He mumbles, moving to bite at your collerbones. You wrap a arm around his shoulders, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“Thank you, Elly, thank you, thank you.” You whimper, feeling so raw. So bared with him. You’re holding his face in your hand, overwhelmed with how he’s staring at you. Like you hung the stars and the planets. Like you’re wholeheartedly the only reason for his existence, and you almost can’t take it.
“Wanna make you feel good.” You whisper, reaching down between your bodies and wrapping your hand around his cock. He breathes through his nose and drops his head into your neck.
“Yes, please.” His voice is thick and coarse. You don’t respond, lining yourself up with him and squeezing his arm, letting him know to slip in.
“Fuck fuck.” Elliot grits out, as he slowly pushes, his hands on either side of your head. You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs around his waist.
Once he bottoms out, you clamp down on him. He stays still, trying to pull himself together not to cum yet.
He feels helpless, losing himself in the heat of your pussy like this. Never has he been reduced to a mess like this before.
“Gonna need you to relax, baby, or I’m gonna cum before I get to fuck you properly.” He rasps. You pepper kisses over his shoulder and run your fingers through his hair. Willing yourself to calm down. You feel so full, the pleasure tingling up your spine and throughout your body.
“Elly, please move.” You whimper, desperate to feel him. He keeps himself buried in your neck, his grip on the blankets tightening.
You’re just about to beg again when Elliot decides to snap his hips. You choke on your words and lock your ankles tighter over each other. His pace is quick but deep, the tip of his dick abusing that spongy spot you can never reach.
Your walls flutter around him, so warm and soft, and he needs more.
He’s pussy drunk, panting into your skin at how you’re squeezing him in so perfectly, greedy to milk him for all he has.
“S’pussy was made for me, just for me.” He mutters.
You can’t find your voice. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth open as Elliot fucks you into the mattress with all he has. Your nails dig into his back, and he hisses at the sting.
You find yourself gasping for air when he pulls up from your neck, his face flushed and his baby hair curling at his forehead.
“Kiss me, plea—.” You whimper, and he’s already moving to your lips before you finish. It’s sloppy, more a meeting of spit and tongue than a kiss, but you’re high off it.
You’re going to cum again, and Elliot can tell, by the way your pussy is tightening around him.
He can feel your cunt drooling, his precum mixing with your arousal, causing a creamy ring around the base of his dick, and the mere sight of it has him higher than he thought possible.
“M’ gonna cum. You gonna come w’me?” He mumbles against your lips, his eyes far away.
You nod, “S’close, Elly.” You grow impatient, moving your hips to match his sloppy pace.
“That’s right, fuck me back, baby.” His voice is hoarse. Completely lost in his lust and need for you. You feel it again, that familiar heat pooling; you’re right there.
It takes one more snap of his hips, and you’re cumming around him hard, eyes shut and mouth open in a silent scream as you cream all over his dick. There’s a ringing in your ears; Elliot sounds far away as he works you through your orgasm while chasing his.
“Cumming, fuck m’gonna cum.” He sounds like a broken record, but he can’t help it.
He’s so lost in the way you’re squeezing around him. So perfect and tight. You hold him as close as possible in your weakened state, making eye contact and fulfilling your thoughts from earlier by pulling down his bottom lip with your thumb.
“Cum inside, Elly. Wanna feel you cum.” And he’s cumming. A resounding whimper works its way up his throat as he paints the inside of your sopping cunt. He goes limp on top of you, kissing you up the valley of your chest, until he softly catches your lips in a slow and lazy kiss. So good, and thank you’s tumbling out his lips.
You feel hot, & sticky but can’t bring yourself to push him off. So you bask in the silence, your nails raking through his scalp as you gather your bearings. You feel yourself spinning, wondering where this leaves you two. If this is the end of your friendship. If he—
“So,” Elliot draws, looking up at you and unknowingly snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Wanna be my girlfriend?” You look down at him and can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat. Light swatting his head.
Because, of course, this is how Elliot would ask. He smiles, content with how he can feel your chest rumbling under his head, and presses a kiss to your shoulder.
“Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend, Elly.”
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Can u do a story where Elliot gives the reader head with ice in his mouth <33 storyline could be anything lol
So pretty like this
pairing: elliot x reader
words: 800 ish
warnings: smut, elliot being pussy eating champ, ice-play? temperature-play? cute ass motherfuckers
Loud, bass music was thrumming in your ears, streaming through your veins so your heart thrummed to the beat. You felt Elliot’s eyes on you, leaning against the wall nearby with Rue. A red plastic cup hung loosely in his hand as he chatted with Rue despite his eyes following you like a lost puppy’s. You danced with Jules and a few other of your mutual friends. It felt unfamiliar, and you were sure your body was moving extremely awkwardly and stiff. Elliot didn’t seem to notice that though, that’s at least what you gathered from the look in his eyes. His head was tipped down slightly, eyes peering through his thick lashes dangerously. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, feeling your palms sweat and face grow red.
“I’m gonna take a break,” you shouted over the music to Jules who nodded sweetly at you before going back to her dancing. You pushed through closed-off crowds of people before actually reaching Elliot and Rue. Before you could say hello, Elli grabbed your wrist.
“Hey uh- we’ll be right back,’ he told Rue, wiping his nose and smiling distractedly to his friend before pulling you through the kitchen and up the flight of stairs that housed several drunk, sad people.
“Elli, where are we going?” You asked with a sheepish chuckle. His hurrying could be mistaken for either lust or anger and it made you nervous. Had you done something wrong?
You and Elliot weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend per se, but the air was never not tense whenever you were around each other. You often used weed or alcohol as an excuse to hook up with each other but had never actually described your relationship any further than ‘we’re close’
He tried a few doors until a free guest bedroom was available. He closed and locked the door while you stood silently, still not sure if he was mad or horny. Your hands were fidgeting in front of you, chest heaving from standing and cheeks rosy. You were sure you looked a mess, but right after he had locked the door, elliot spun around and pulled you in roughly by the waist, red cup still in hand. His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, tongue already probing to taste you. You let out a surprised moan into his mouth that he gratefully accepted with a sigh. It was lust, thank god.
“Sit down,” he muttered, voice hoarse and low as he dragged your hips down to the edge of the bed. He had never been this straightforward before. It was always slow at first, hesitant touched and kisses. You couldn’t deny the pulsing between your legs at his manhandling- it seemed there was no time for bullshit on his end. He wanted you now.
He placed the cup on the floor to lift up your skirt, dragging down your panties. It was fast, you barely registered what happened before a hand gently pushed you back on the mattress and your legs were spread, pussy on display for him. Your heart was racing, and you were clenching around nothing at his determination. At the silence. He was just looking at you, right where he knew only he could see you. It didn’t last too long though, and you heard him sip his drink, which you found odd. It made you raise your head from the sheets, but once again you were cut off by his cold tongue licking up your slit. You sighed, thighs twitching as your head fell back.
though he never stopped to surprise you, because soon you felt something ice cold against your clit that made you roll your eyes back, hand desperately reaching for his curls.
“Elli, What-“ you moaned again brokenly out into the air with a small, surprised ‘oh’ and the unexpected feeling. You barely registered that it was an ice cube from his drink. It was melting quickly from the heat of your pussy but he used it eagerly with his tongue, swirling it in circles around your throbbing clit. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, never believing a change of temperature could feel so good. Your thighs clenched his head as he moved the tiny piece of ice down from your clit to your hole. He pushed it in along with his tongue and your thighs clenched tightly around his head, the cold feeling inspiring a new kind of pleasure that had your wetness coating his tongue immediately.
“God, Elliot,” you whimpered helplessly as his now warm tongue touched your clit, mouth enveloping you and sucking harshly. Suddenly everything was warm again and you felt so fucking close to cumming.
“Taste so fucking good, Doll. Want you so bad,” he muttered into your pussy, feeling your hips rock into his face. Your lifted your head only for your eyes to meet as he shook his head from side to side with his tongue right on your bundle of nerves. You came with a loud whine, a broken mix of his name and cuss words. He looked so fucking pretty between your legs, big brown eyes looking up at you innocently- an extreme paradox to what he was doing to you. You softly pushed his head away and he leaned back onto his heels with a content sigh.
“Thought about doing that for fucking hours,” he said with a subtle smile up at you. “Was it okay?”
You saw a sliver of the gentle, nervous elliot behind the lust and confidence there. “I never even knew that was a thing. It was amazing elliot,” you replied with a chuckle, still feeling the wetness of your cum and the melted ice between your legs.
“Well you look really fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, thumb running through your folds still on display. It made you twitch from sensitivity and your face heated up quickly at the way he looked at what he was doing.
He gave you back your panties and you knew they’d feel uncomfortable with your slick the rest of the night, but it had been worth it.
“I’m the only one that gets to do this to you, right?” He asked right as you were about to unlock the door. His hand was on your waist again.
“Yes, Elli. It’s only you” you assured him, turning to look into his eyes. You wanted to show him how much you meant it.
“M’ all yours.” You left before he could reply out of nervousness, and therefore missed the adoring smile that fell over his face.
You were all his.
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Bite | Dominic Fike
PAIRING: DominicxF!Reader
WARNINGS: 18+ (just to be safe), biting/marking (reader enjoying it), insinuating sexual activity
A/N: Thinking about a man unfortunately. *sigh* Might post a part 2 of this.
Him biting at her thighs was all she wanted right now. Her mind thought of nothing else.
"You ok there?"
She wasn't. "Oh yeah, I'm good."
He paused strumming his guitar and passed over a glance at her from his shoulder. "Fuck. He knew I was lying", she thought. He walked over and sat in front of her with a sly smile. He lightly hovered his hand over one of her exposed thighs.
"Why are you lying to me? Hm?"
She was growing warm everywhere. She tried to hide her nervousness. She can't even look him in the eye. "I'm not."
"You sure, sweetheart? Cause I felt you staring." He puts more pressure, now resting his hand on her skin.
She wet her lips before she spoke. "I was thinking about you...biting my thighs."
"You still think about when I did that huh?"
She nodded, still not able to look him in the eye.
"Hey, look at me." He said evenly.
Her stomach was starting to flip. She met his eyes, slightly panicking at how much attention he was giving her. He was looking at her with so much intensity. So eager to escalate the situation. He was squeezing her leg now, the pressure making her want more.
"Do you still think about me biting your soft thighs? Marking them and licking over them after I'm done?" He teased.
Her face was burning. "Yes, I loved when you did it."
He raised an eyebrow. "Loved it...do you want me to do that again?"
Somehow, she said yes. He nodded and positioned himself in between her legs. He inhaled the smell of her oat scented lotion. He growled softly and nipped at her leg. She gasped as Dominic sucked harshly on her skin. She loved the subtle mix of pleasure and pain in moments like this. She loved the feeling of his hair tickling her skin as he moved on from one leg to the next. The relief of his tongue brought - fuck his tongue. She thought it sounded quite slutty, but she loved how the markings looked later. Purple and red shapes of ambiguity littering her legs. She would look at them later, as if they were souvenirs of her time with him. Dominic muttered an obsenity loud enough for her to hear. He kissed her inner thigh and looked up at her.
"You smell fucking delicious. And you're getting wet. Fuck, I wanna eat you out so bad." He toyed with the waistband of her underwear, waiting for her approval. She nodded as she starting breathing heavier. Tossing the panties aside, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down. She yelped out of surprise. He leaned forward to give her a few quick kisses.
"Relax, so I can do my shit properly." He says lowly against her mouth.
She did as she was told, deciding to lay back and stare up at the ceiling. She wouldn't be able to relax if she kept looking at him. He hooks her legs over his shoulders, making sure he has a grip on her hips.
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baby doll.
model!reader x dominic fike
warnings - fluff, smut, hair pulling, oral, readers name is ana.
dominic was ecstatic. his girlfriend, ana, was in paris for her modeling career, dominic was around the world for tour. but for winter, the ‘dont stare at the sun’ tour had ended and ana was back in LA to spend christmas with her boyfriend and family.
they havent seen eachother since may 30th when they both left to go for their jobs.
but finally, it was december. ana came home to a christmas tree covered in lights and ornaments. she smiled and placed her two suitcases down. she walked to the room to find dominic wrapping some sort of shoes, most likely uggs.
“hi dom” she said as she smiled. dominics head shot up and he turned around. he smiled and tackled her. “ana!” he shouted as he lifted her into the air, twirling her around.
an hour passed by, ana was layed against the pillow, gripping dominics hair as his tongue lapped her throbbing clit.
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I saw that you write smut for dominic fike maybe a pussy eating smut !singer reader him eating her out before she goes back to preform?
Sing about that next time?
A/N: I've tried, I don't know if it's good ahhh.
Dominic fike x singer!reader
Warnings: smut, pussy eating, slight daddy kink.
Not my gif ^
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You have just finished your interview and now will be performing live in about 30 minutes. You go back stage and head to your dressing room, where your boyfriend, Dominic, is.
"Hey baby" he says while he sits up from the couch. "Hi." You say sighing, tiredly. "I missed you" he says kissing you all over your face, making you smile and move you face away.
He leans down and grabs your chin and leans in to give you a passionate kiss. You quickly kiss him back. You moan softly against his lips and he slips his tongue inside your warm mouth.
"baby, we can't. I have to go in 25 minutes.." you say, breaking away from the kiss. "I don't care," he responds, kissing your neck, "I can make you cum in less than 5." He whispers in your ear.
You blush, giving up. "Ugh fine" you say dragging out the e. He grabs your hand and drags you to the couch. He lays you down and lifts up your dress to reveal you lacy black painties.
He drags your painties down to reveal your soaking pussy. He brings his pointer and middle finger and rubs your swollen clit softly. You whimper as he quickens the pace.
"Oh my God.." you moan, Dominic chuckles at your sensitivity. As he gets you near your orgasm, he stops. You whine at the lost of contact but before you could open your mouth you feel his lips latch on to your puffy clit.
You moan and whine as he swirls his tounge on your it, he brings his hand to keep your legs wide open so he can continue to eat your pussy without you closing you legs. He uses his free hand and brings his pointer and middle finger and softly enters your warm hole.
"fuck.." you moan quietly. He continues to finger fuck you and flicking your clit with his tongue. You pull on his hair, that let's him know you close. He fastens both of his movements, as you whimper louder and louder.
"daddy please" you whine, begging him to let you cum. He's curls his fingers up and hits your g spot repeatedly and that's when you break. You let out an inaudible moan.
he looks up at you and smiles, your out of breathe and panting. "Shit." You breath out and laugh softly. Suddenly you hear a know on your door and hear a voice. "10 minutes" says the voice.
Dom hovers over you to give you a peck on the lips. You get up and get ready to perform. You were about to leave when you heard Dom yell "sing about that next time!"
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Adore (D.F.)
summary: REQUEST (could u possibly do a story of dom calming y/n down after some like degrading disgusting sex bc he can tell it was a lot for her and have him be all soft and sweet. thank u gorl i love u)
warnings: dom! dominic fike x fem! reader, degrading, daddy kink, overstimulation, angst, fluff
word count: 907
authors note: thank you hun, muah! Thank you guys for your patience and kind words, such a great community. Here's one on the shorter side for my lovely requester <3
It had been a rougher week for you and your boyfriend Dominic. It seemed like at a moment’s notice you two were once again bickering over something small and insignificant.
The dishes not being done: argument.
A lost sock in the house: argument.
Dinner being late: argument.
By the end of the week, you had been exhausted and worried that this bickering would truly never end. It reached its peak when he breathed “too loudly” for your comfort while getting ready for bed, causing you the most explosive argument yet.
Now, here you were, pinned between him and the edge of the bed, no urge in you to argue, your brain trying to form thoughts and failing miserably. Dom had milked 3 orgasms out of you driven by pure spite. Time blended together as his hips grinded into the second hour, knees hoisted up near your ears as he drove into you over and over, hitting the deepest spots inside of you.
His hand gripped around your throat firmly, the other hand circling your bundle of nerves that was far beyond the point of overstimulation. Hickies galore decorated your body, along with some markings around your thighs from how he gripped onto you earlier while devouring you until you were a pitiful, begging mess. You both were covered in a sheen of sweat, bodies grappling onto each other like your lives depended on it.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself? Hm?” His thrusted not faltering as he began to tease you, eyes not leaving your flushed face. “You had so much to say all fucking week.” He hissed at you.
He suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes that had rolled back to meet his. “Say it or I pull out right now.” The threat of him leaving you empty was all too real and too terrifying.
“Dom I-” You stammered, being interrupted by your own whines. “Please I need-please-”
“Please who?” He taunted.
“Please daddy. I’m sorry.” Your voice betrayed you as it shook with every thrust deep within you. “ Please please-”
“Be a good girl and let it go for me. Give it all to me.” He continued to talk you through the waves of pleasure wracking your whole body for the fourth time that night. He relished in the way you became a babbling mess of his name and pitiful pleads leaving your mouth. Your nails dug into his tanned biceps as he soon became undone with you, unable to hold off as you clenched desperately around him.
He gently pulled out of you, careful not to throw your body into more sensitivity shock than it already was. Dominic’s eyebrows furrowed as he took in your shaking frame, watching how hard your chest heaved with small whines and your body shook. He leaned over you, gently trying to get your lulling eyes to look at him.
“Hey angel, look at me.” He cooed gently, cupping your face with his palm. You tried to find your grounding, forcing your eyes that wanted to close so badly to peer up at his brown puppy eyes.
“Are you okay?” Concern laced his voice. You nodded gently, causing him to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He stalked off quietly to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”
As he spread your legs to gently clean you off, you whined at the sensitivity. “Sorry baby. I know how sensitive you are right now. But you did such a good job for me, took it so well. ” He cooed, eyes switching between cleaning you up and your fucked out face. After throwing the towel in the hamper, he crawled back into bed with you covering you both in the blanket, silence blanketing the dark room.
“Dom.” You finally broke your silence gently, causing his head to snap to yours.
“Yes angel.”
“I thought…” You began to get teary eyed.
“Woah woah, did I hurt you? I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to, where does it-” He shot up, eyes scanning over your body and eyes blown wide from fear.
“Dom. You didn’t, I’m okay, great actually. I was just…scared this week. Scared that we were doomed or something.” He settled back down, biting down on his bottom lip as he took in your words.
“I was too. We’ve never been the bickering type and I just- I don’t know. You know I’m not good with emotions, but I do wanna say I’m sorry. My attention has been on work and I didn't mean to make you feel abandoned.” He confessed.
You didn’t notice the tear falling down your cheek till his tattooed hand gently reached out to wipe it for you. His eyes were filled with adoration as he brought you in closer to him, kissing your forehead gently.
“I love you Dom.”
‘I love you more angel. Get some rest now okay? We can always talk more in the morning. I think I accidentally turned your body and brain to mush.” He kissed your nose, causing you to giggle.
“Mush is the perfect word I’d use.” You replied, falling asleep in his arms.
He looked down at your sleeping frame, smiling to himself at how the furrow in your brow from overthinking and stress had finally settled as you were fully relaxed. His eyes trailed across your features, soaking up the way you couldn’t shy away from his gaze in this moment, free for him to adore you as he always had.
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