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🎶redbone - childish gambino

the sun was setting as you prepped for your next client. it was a warm day in la, one nice enough to have people occasionally walk past outside with ice cream dripping down their hands.

the bell to the door opens and a soft but certain voice announces, “hey i have an appointment here..”

you nod as his gaze stays on you, he looked rich. messy, but rich. almost himself. which was rare to see since everyone in la loved to show their wealth.

“anything specific you want done?” you ask, blinking up at him softly as your breath hitches at his confident look examining your face.

he leans against the counter on his elbows, smirking slightly at your reaction, then pulls out his phone showing you an intricate sketch that fits his vibe.

“this. on my forearm. can you do that for me?” his eyes stay stuck on your face. dark and intrigued, half-challenging, half flirting.

you peer at the image then up into his eyes. “yeah..i can do that…” you reply, breathless. “follow me.” you get up, guiding him to a chair near the back.

he follows without a word, rolling up his blue long sleeved shirt to reveal more tattoos plastered along his arms, up to his bicep, one reading ‘Jessica’.

“your girlfriend?” you ask, pointing to the tattoo as you slide on blue plastic gloves.

“my mom. and my first tattoo actually. looking back its kinda stupid but…actions have consequences” he chuckles, making you smirk at his words. “why? you nervous or somethin?”

you blink up at him, half surprised at his question, “no..” you scoff and roll your eyes sarcastically.

“damn…” he clicks his tongue, almost disappointed, before he looks around. “shit your shops clean as hell. better than most places ive been.”

you roll your eyes at his praise then quickly reply, “of course its clean, who d’you think i am?” you smirk and raise your eyebrow.

he chuckles, low and unapologetic, his demeanour slowly relaxing into comfort by you. “ohh shit, you got an attitude too! i like that” he laughs, bringing his other hand to his face, wiping his eyes.

“aight then, prove it, make this shit hit different” he references to the intricate sketch of the tattoo he wants.

you smile and wink at him, “i gotchu”.

his breath hitches as the needle meets his skin, not exactly from pain. but from focus. he watches you slowly trace the design like its sacred.

“fuck that stings less than my ex…” he says casually, then winces, both at the tattoo and his dumb joke.

his free hand grabs the armrest. “you always this precise or am i just lucky?” he chuckles nervously.

you smile at his cheeky remark, “just incredibly good at my job”, you stick your tongue out playfully, making him exhale through his nose, half laughing and half groaning in pain as the needle hovers his skin.

“arrogant and talented? dangerous combo” he remarks, before his jaw tenses as you hit a sensitive spot he winces slightly, biting down his bottom lip to suppress his whines before speaking up again, “you got a name or do i just call you ‘the artist thats absolutely wrecking my forearm’”.

“y/n” you reply quickly, wasting no time on making the handsome, currently weak man in your chair wait. you smile softly at his facial expression, showing pain as his brows furrow in pain and his mouth slightly falls open, letting small winces escape.

it does something to you.

you raise your eyebrows, snapping out of your trance before wiping his arm, “all done for you”. you smile at his reaction, before digging into your pocket reaching for a pack of cigarettes.

“wanna smoke?” you ask, holding out the pack towards him, getting up.

“nah, i dont do that shit no more.” he refuses, leaving you slightly disappointed. “i heard its like bad for you or something, but ill keep you company.”

you smile and close up your shop for the night before lighting your cigarette. he watches you light up, bright orange briefly illuminating your face.

“youre cute when you smoke..” the words slip out of his mouth quicker than he could catch them, making him cough awkwardly, now leaning against the wall, shoulders slightly brushing against eachother, smoke curling around the two of you.

“smooth” you quietly giggle to yourself.

he smirks and clears his throat before speaking again, “so how long you been tattooing?” he asks, probably to fill the silence.

“about 4 years…” you say, before taking another puff. “not too long but people love what i do sooo…” he watches as you roll your eyes playfulling, full of confidence.

he softly nudges your shoulder, “four years and already this fire? damn, youre a prodigy” he grins, peeking at you as you flick your cigarette to the floor, stomping on it.

“i’m flattered” you smile, tucking your pack of cigarettes in your purse.

“you got other clients in the industry or just me?” he asks, leaning against the wall like its his element, arms crossed and head tilted to the side.

“youre the first, elliot.” you hide your smirk under your palms and glance towards his slightly offended grin and still face.

“what a fuckin show..” he sighs. “thats me, your new favourite artist!” he flails his hands in jazz motion, catching a small laugh out of you.

“seriously you better stream my shit after this” he teases playfully, pointing his hand to your chest. you smile before you reply, “you got it rockstar…recommend me” you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

he nods, “aight. come on ill connect my phone to my car-” he remarks before beginning to walk towards his black range rover. you follow cautiously, wrapping your arms around you to avoid the breezy la night wind.

* 1 hour later

“so, the tat…what d’you think?” you ask tilting your head ever so slightly, quietly waiting for approval.

“best decision ive done in a hot minute” he chuckles, turning the volume of the music down and leaning head back the headrest.

you smile at his answer then look at your phone, glancing at the time *11:49PM*. you shuffle slightly, about to speak before he cuts you off with a quick “damn you really ending ending your night on me?”. it was quiet and sweet, eyes big blinking back at you.

you smirk and lean back once again, “you wanna carry the night on with me?” before taking your bottom lip between your teeth, that makes him catch his breath.

his eyes lock onto yours, dark and dilated, “fuck yes”.

his words come out rougher than intended, yet he doesnt even attempt to keep his cool. he grins before taking his car out of park and backing up.

“where we going?” you smirk, almost seductively, watching his frantic movements, hands gripping the wheel hungrily. “my place.” he answers almost immediately.

you lean your head back on the headrest before letting out a soft chuckle, “how romantic” you tease as he glances at you with dark eyes, hungry for more.

************

the doors to his apartment swing open with one fluid motion, then him signalling you to enter.

he kicks off his shoes and turns to lock the door before immediately pulling you into a kiss by the doorway, as if he was starved. his hands make their way to your waist like theyve been waiting all night.

“finally” he murmurs against your lips before walking you backwards towards his couch. the city lights softly flood the open space as he looks down at you with pure want.

you begin to hastily shove off his leather jacket with his help, fingers brushing his arms softly through his long sleeve, leather hitting the floor with a *thud*.

his shirt is off next, off in one smooth motion, revealing more tattoos across his chest and stomach. he doenst break eye contact once.

he breathes out breathlessly as he sees all of you clearly under the ambient city light. then, he crashes another kiss onto your lips, sloppy and reckless, hands sliding up your back to pull you flush against him as you hum in delight against his lips.

the sound of your hum vibrates through hin sweetly. one hand tangled in your hair, whilst the other traces your spine.

between breaths, he murmurs, “you’re so fucking beautiful, y/n..” as if it was a prayer.

he guides the two of you to the bedroom without breaking contact, nudging furniture out of the way using his hips.

he doesnt hesitate to push you onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as you pull him into you by his neck, signaling him permission.

he doesnt hesitate and begins to fumble with the hem of your shirt, slowly peeling it up, his lips trailing kisses along your stomach as the fabric rises.

when he pulls it fully over your head, he tosses it to the side without looking, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of now exposed skin.

“fuck..” he whispers, before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss while his hands stay busy, exploring lower…slowly unbuttoning your jeans.

you moans against his lips, sending a jolt straight through him. his entire body reacts, pressing you deeper into the mattress, kisses turning messier.

he tugs your jeans down your hips smoothly, every new inch of your skin carefully gets worshipped, admired. he leaves soft bites on your shoulder that make you wince slightly and hot open-mouthed kisses along your ribs which make you arch towards him ever so slightly.

his calloused hands roaming every inch of your body as your mouth exhales soft, breathy moans, and you grab his curls to tug on them lightly which pushes a groan out of him - slow and animalistic. he loves it.

he kisses you harder, teeth chattering and tongues twisting, but neither of you care. it feels so hot.

he slowly trails his kisses from your mouth, to your jaw, then down to your neck. his lips are warm and persistent, marking the delicate skin right underneath your earlobe.

you carefully reach down to unbuckle his jeans, making him break the kiss, completely breathless above you, before kicking his jeans off completely, leaving him in his boxers.

the second your hands touch his bare hips, he shudders, muscles tensing underneath your touch.

“y/n…” he whispers like a plea, instinctively rolling his hips towards you. hes been waiting for this all damn night.

you blink up at him innocently and whisper softly, “can i take them off?”, hands trailing to the hem of his boxers, making his breath hitch.

he nods fast, almost frantically. he lifts his hips to give you better access, heart pounding against your chest in delight.

when theyre off and tossed aside somewhere on his bedroom floor, he hovers over you, tattoos on full display under the cities warmth, his entire body tense with anticipation.

his hands brace on either side of your head, waiting hungrily for your next move. before you speak up, “get this off f’me…” you mutter, reaching back, attempting to unclasp your bra.

he immediately reaches behind you, fingers fumbling with the clasp, nervous energy making him clumsy for once.

after a few weak attempts, he unclasps the bra, sliding it down and tossing it aside. the second its tossed, his gaze drops, dark eyes raking over you with awe, making him swallow hard.

he groans under his breath before dipping down to kiss in between your breasts. you hold his head as he peppers you with long, messy kisses along your breasts, making you shuffle out of your underwear.

the second he feels your underwear come off, his head shoots up, losing all remaining chill. he closes the gap between the both of you, officially skin to skin.

his warm hands slide down your body, memorising every curve, as he kisses you deeply again. as your legs part, he slowly and carefully nips at your inner thigh, teasing, causing you to softly moan against the contact.

then suddenly, hes flipping you over gently onto your stomach, pressing kisses into your spine, “everywhere” he mutters. “i wanna feel everywhere.”

your breath catches and a soft “fuck..” escapes your lips before you wince against the covers. “please dom…”

the small pleadings shatters any restraint he has left. dominic surges up, flipping you over again, kissing you deeply, fingers now trailing down your sides.

his hand slips between your thighs and he begins to trace slow circles through your heat. every whimper leaving your lips making his dick impossibly harder.

he kisses down your neck whilst his touch grows bolder, now pressing slightly on your clit, forcing a choked moan out of you.

he breathes against your skin, “you’re so fucking perfect..” his touch now feeling teasing, yet deliberate.

your back arches slightly towards him as he inserts one long finger into your walls, his gaze staying on your face, brows furrowed, mouth slight agape, and eyes hooded and pleased.

he groans, satisfied with how hes doing you, before taking his unaccompanied hand and using his thumb to rub circles on your clit in perfect rhythm.

“look at you..” he praises hoarsely, taking kisses just above your navel. “taking me so good…”

then quickly moving his hand to your hips to keep a steady pace of his now two fingers thrusting in and out of you.

long, drawn moans of his name are pulled out of you, bouncing off the walls and landing in dominics ears, only motivating him further.

his name on your lips, breathy and wrecked, sends a bolt of pleasure straight to his dick, where he bites his lip to contain himself, focusing on making you feel good.

he slowly adds a third finger, stretching you out impossibly, wet sounds filling the quiet room between your moans and pleads.

“god, i love hearing you.” he rasps before sealing his mouth over yours in a sloppy kiss, swallowing every sweet noise you make.

he pulls away and watches as your eyes roll back and moans get louder and louder with him curling his fingers just right. you manage to slip out a few broken words, “oh shit…” you mutter, breathless and whining constantly against his grip on you. “its too much…”.

dominic feels you clench around his fingers, so close, deliberately keeping his pace and leaning over to press kisses around your ear then whispering, “shhh ive gotchu…” and “youre doing so good for me…”.

the praise swirls in your stomach, as free hand now comes up to your mouth, sticking his index finger between your tongue and teeth.

the second your lips wrap around his finger, warm and wet, he groans, shutting his eyes, your sensation on his soaked fingers only making him harder.

but, he stays focused, “fuck- come for me baby” he begs hoarsely, pupils blown wide in adoration. his hips jerk involuntarily against the mattress, aching to be inside you but refusing to rush this moment.

you feel your orgasm inching closer and closer as his praise sinks deep into the pit in your stomach. he can feel your climax pulse around his fingers, tight and rhythmic, and its the hottest fucking thing hes ever experienced.

dominic watches your face, completely in awe of how beautiful you look coming undone against his fingers. he gently pulls his fingers out, rubbing your heat slowly, riding out every last wave with you.

when he tremors calmly, he brings his glistening fingers to his own mouth, sucking them clean, without breaking eye contact.

sweat beads at your forehead, eyebrows slowly relaxing at the way hes being gentle, still feeling sensitive when he whispers “tastes like heaven”, then kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on him.

he pulls back briefly, a line of saliva still connecting the two of you, as you pull him in for another sloppy kiss, you take his hard dick into your hand and slowly began stroking.

his reaction is instant, gasping into the kiss. you turn so now hes on his back, and youre on top of him, still stroking at a steady pace.

“fuck- y/n-” he chokes out, bucking into your grip instinctively, his hands flying to your shoulders liked he needed something to hold onto.

the contrast of you being soft and post-orgasm whilst stroking him ruthlessly makes his brain short circuit. a string of curses tumbling breathlessly from his lips.

he exhales at your touch, and uses his strength to flip you back over to your back, reaching for the nightstand and grabbing a condom.

he rips the packet open with his teeth and with one fluid motion rolls it on his hard dick as if he was short on time.

hovering over you now, he admires your body, legs open for him and chin lifted. he brushes your hair back, unsticking it from your forehead due to the sweat and carefully positions himself at your entrance.

your eyes burn into his, blinking up at him, silently begging him to just fuck you, hard and deep.

the look in your eyes makes him bite down his bottom lip before surging forward, sinking into you in one, slow deep thrust.

you shriek and he pauses to settle in, overwhelmed with how tight and perfect you feel around him.

“holy shit..” he whispers like a prayer before kissing you feverishly. then, he starts moving. shallow rolls at first, testing and getting used to the sensation.

you grab his bicep to steady yourself against his deep thrusts, back arching towards him and you swore you could feel it in your stomach.

the way you moan his name, louder than any concert crowd, makes him lose his rhythm. from being in control, to slowly getting wrecked due to your warmth.

dominic picks up his pace, hips snapping with more confidence now. each thrust pushing deeper, harder…chasing that perfect angle that makes your back arch, legs shake and eyes roll back.

“tell me” he pants between kisses down your neck, “tell me how good it feels.” he says shakily as his biceps tense up under your grip as he holds himself over you.

you moan deeply, “its so good dom..d-dont-” you stutter, breathless and too much in bliss.

“oh god~” your eyes rolls back as your palm flies to cover your mouth, back arching towards him.

dominic bites his bottom lip whilst hearing your whines around the room. he loves how vocal you are. every whispered moan, every mouth covered gasp fuels him.

he kisses the palm of your hand to uncover it, “nah, dont hide…let me hear you baby” he growls before catching your lips again.

his thrusts turn filthy now, deep and deliberate with a slight grind of every upstroke. the headboard begins knocking against the wall in time with his desperate movements.

you hum against his lips, sending vibrations down his throat, overstimulating yourself before pulling away briefly to mumble, “harder..” then whimpering slightly.

he growls, a primal sound, and obeys instantly. dominic grips your hips tighter, throwing your legs over his shoulders, hitting a completely new angle that drives you with raw power.

the lewd sound of him going in and out of you makes you let out a choked up moan. the bed creaks dangerously as he fucks you harder, sweat dripping down his temple.

every snap of his hips is precise now, chasing that spot that makes your toes curl.

“you feel so good..so fucking good” he whimpers against the friction between your tightness and his hard dick. “m’gonna make us both come like this” he rasps.

his abs clench with each thrust, sending pure bliss through your veins. the tattoos on his chest glistening in sweat.

the second he hikes your legs higher over his shoulders, dominic loses it. the new angle hitting even deeper, practically fucking you into heaven.

“fuck! yeah…like this?” he grunts and grits his teeth, sweat slick chest heaving. his hands squeezing your thighs as he pounds into you with reckless abandon.

every thrust is loud, skin slapping echoing off the walls.

hes close, you can tell by the way his jaw clenches and how his breathing begins to fall uneven, he begs “please-” through ragged moans, “come with me.”

“i’m so fuckin- fuck- close…” you arch your back high, almost squirming away from him. “dom fuck! i-” you breathlessly moan.

dominic sees your back arch, signaling that youre right there. so fucking close, and doubles down. he leans forwards, pressing his chest to yours to keep you as close as his hips piston faster.

one hand slides between your bodies, finding your clit again. his thumb circles just right, matching the frantic pace of his thrusts. the only sound able to escape you being choked up moans.

“thats it baby…come on my dick.” he coaxes roughly against your lips before clashing lips and kissing you messily.

the coil in both of you is about to snap, any second now.

the second you clench around him, arching your back high, digging into his back sharply and bursting all over his dick, dominic loses it, his own orgasm ripping through him like lightening.

a choked cry escapes his lips as he buries himself deep inside you, spilling into the condom.

his entire body trembles with the intensity of it, forehead dropping to your shoulder as waves of pleasure crash over him. for a second all you could do was breathe, pushing the sweat stuck hair back.

when he finally comes down, he presses lazy kisses along your collarbone…completely spent and blissed out. he pulls out gently, and pulls of the filled condom, tossing it in the trash can by his desk.

you grab your head in overwhelming pleasure, breathing heavily. dominic nuzzles into your neck, breathing in the sweet smell of sweat, sex and you.

carefully, he rolls off you, yet immediately pulls you into his side. his arms wrapping around your shoulders possessively, pressing a kiss into your messy, sex-ridden hair.

“…holy fuck.” he murmurs, no sass left now. just pure awe and exhaustion.

“oh my god” you breathe into his curls, the air hot and sweaty around the both of you.

the city lights paints stripes across both of your tangled, bare bodies on the bed.

he lifts his head slightly to kiss your forehead, still catching his breath. the air between you is thick with heat, skin sticky but neither of you care. too breathless to even notice.

dominic lazily traces little patterns across your arm with his fingertips, too blissed out to form words yet.

after a long silence, he manages to slip out, “best tattoo aftercare ever” he finally jokes in a hoarse whisper, his signature smirk creeping back now that hes coming down.

you inhale sharply, focusing on the rooms smell of sex and his expensive cologne, mixing together.

“thank god for that appointment..” you sigh, relieved and calm.

he snorts, a little laugh before turning into another content sigh. his fingers fumble in your hair, gently untangling the knots from your previous activity.

“best fuckin appointment of my life..” he declares, still fumbling with your hair, voice still raspy.

dominic tilts his head to study your face in the dim light, really looking at you for what feels like the first time tonight. no celebrity walls up, just him.

“…wanna do this again tomorrow?” he asks casually, with a little bit of hope in his tone.

“why, you want something else permanent?” you tease, gesturing to his tattoo you did for him a few hours prior.

“permanent? yeah…somethin like you..” he smirks, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

his facial expression flicks into pure adoration, his chest swelling with something much more deeper than lust.

he grabs the blanket pulling it over both of your bare bodies, before pulling you into his chest. you kiss softly into his collarbone, “thank god i got into tattooing…”

dominic chuckles, his arm tightening around you like a protective hug. “best career choice ever” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, one hand absentmindedly playing with your hair.

the tattoo on his skin suddenly feeling much more meaningful, knowing it led him to you.

the city still glows outside but all he sees is the girl in his arms.

no fame or music matters in this moment.

just this moment.

************

a / n : i loved writing this omg omg i hope u loved it as much as meee!! dom looks so fucking good recently i need that ass soz 😭😭

got a long ass smut fic coming up

find pt 1 here

/ / smut smutty smut, fluff, 18+, oral (female receiving), build up (i know sorry i love a slow burn)

masterlist * a / n : slowly starting to hate how pt1 turned out but its okay i sweaaarrrr its gets better, if u want, send a req!!! <3

🎶 pillowtalk - zayn

i’m open to criticism !

as jaz smirked at your words, you quickly retreated back to where dominic was waiting for you.

“okay she got the uber…” you turned around to face him to meet with his face almost pressed to yours. he looks behind you towards the door then smirks, licks his lips and grabs your hand towards the backstage exit.

“yo dom!” as you guys are leaving, dominics manager calls from behind, slowing down at the sight of the two of you, hands intertwined, rushing out the venue.

“we gotta head to another location” he says. dominic scoffs. then replies “you deadass?”

his face drops. the hunger in his eyes quickly turned to disappointment and frustration. something he’s been waiting to do for weeks had to be post-poned even longer.

“yeah man..we’re behind…whats good y/n?” he acknowledges you with a slightly confused look on his face. you smile and simply reply with a “not much”.

dominic peers down at you, looking with his puppy-like eyes, straight into yours. as if he wants you to do something about it.

“well dude…” his manager speaks up again. “we’ll be in the bus, you got five”

dominic nods slightly, then turns to you in disappointment. “i’m sorry baby” he kisses the little freckle on your forehead, then tilts your chin up to where hes met with your mischievous smile.

“what?” he asks nervously chuckling at your reaction. “well…what if i came with you?” you reply, as if youve got it all planned out. youre met with wide eyes and a huge grin spreading across his face.

“you sure? you dont gotta i mean-” he exhales. “its last minute and we gotta drive like 3 hours to the hotel and-” you cut him off with a quick smooch on the lips then just nod.

he looks at you like you just rearranged the planets for him. “well shit, lets go!” he takes your hand once again leading you giddily to the tour bus where his manager sits outside.

“sup. you ready?” he looks between dominic then you. and again. “y/n? you comin’ with?” you smile softly. “yeah, thats fine right?” dominic squeezes your hand and lightly tugs you into the bus.

his manager mutters to himself “who am i to stop you…” you giggle at his response and step into the bus, welcomed by a strong smell of dominics cologne. you inhale then exhale, like its just cured everything thats been missing.

* 3 hours later *

you step out of the bus, welcomed by the warm breeze of portland, oregon. you inhale the air and exhale with a slight cough due to your dry mouth.

its still dark out, around 4am, and dominics team begin to unpack their duffel bags and head to their assigned hotel rooms.

you turn to him with glassy eyes and still in your slightly skimpy concert fit.

he looks you up and down before slinging his bag across his shoulder and guiding your waist to his room. his touch felt electric against your partially bare back, it sent shivers down your spine.

he opened the door of the room, it wasnt much but it was enough for the two of you. without hesitation dominic chucked his duffle bag in the corner and tread over to you, now holding you by the waist.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, admiring his face when he broke the silence. “i need you so fuckin bad-”, taking you by surprise then immediately inhaling your scent and pushing his lips onto yours.

he pushes you slightly onto the bed, gently making sure it didnt hurt, whilst still linked with you in a passionate kiss.

you moan against his lips as his hands roam your body, unzipping the low rise leather pants and shuffling them down your thighs and pooling them at your feet.

he pulls back, now lifting your thin shirt over your head leaving you in a black bra and black, lacy underwear. he watches you with dark eyes, licks his lips, then dips down, peppering kisses from just under your earlobe to your collarbone.

you softly moan at the feeling as he begins to whisper sweet nothings against your bare skin. you pull him closer, gesturing him to also strip naked, allowing your hands to also roam around his body after weeks of hurt.

his toned abs glisten in the hotels warm lighting, highlighting his body perfectly hovering above you. he pulls down his jeans stepping out of them then goes back to peppering kisses, this time just below your navel.

he looks up at you, pleading eyes, full of desire and lust as if he’s practically begging you.

you nudge his head down as a ‘yes’, and he slides off your already soaked panties and tucks them underneath the hotel pillow. “safekeeping” he smirks. you look down at him in awe and shock about to respond to his confidence until you felt warmth engulfing your wet pussy.

he took you quickly, licking and sucking you as if you were the reason he lived. short, loud, breathy moans are the only sound you could produce.

you allowed your back to arch into his face, pushing his curls deeper into you, too high in bliss to check if he could breathe.

dominic didnt care though. he was doing this for him. something to allow himself to feel as if he was the only one who could make you feel this good.

a few words manage to escape your lips, “dom…i’m so fuc-” your breath quivers at the feeling of his mouth enveloping your pussy, tongue flicking over your clit so perfectly that you werent sure if you wanted to cum or to push him away.

“im so close…dont stop” you manage to exhale. he hums against you, lewd sounds filling the room, and your eyes rolled back as your thighs squeeze dominics head close to you.

he pulls away slightly, “let go for me, baby, i got you”. you felt his warm breath on your pussy before he dives back in, eating you like hes starved.

your back arches towards his face, and youre clinging to his curls, unaware of how hard your pulling it, but he doesnt mind. he wants you like this. weak, sensitive and horny, all in his hands.

you let go and dominic leans back slowly licking the remains of your juices from your thighs, grabbing his discarded shirt from beneath him and wiping his mouth, then your legs.

he leans up, staring at your disheveled self, sprawled across the bed, breathing heavily, mumbling words like ‘oh my god’, ‘so good’ or ‘i cant’.

eventually, you manage to look up at him and drag him down towards you. you reach behind you then blink up at dominic “could you help me take this bra off..?” you ask innocently.

he obeys immediately with no question. he unclips your bra and slides the straps down your shoulders and arms until its off. you look him up and down, glancing at the fact hes still in his boxers. calvin klein.

and my god he looked good.

he shuffles his boxers down, revealing his hard dick, throbbing against his touch. he hisses before he bends down over you and whispers “i’m gonna make you feel good..i promise” he plants a soft kiss on your temple and shifts so he’s in a good position.

he teases your entrance with his tip, making unintentional moans leave your mouth, breath shaking slightly before looking up at him, with glassy pleading eyes.

he slowly dips into you, and a quiet groan escapes his mouth as you paw at his bicep, hands flailing around, too overwhelmed to know where to place yourself. he smirks and tucks himself into the crook of your neck.

your hands settle around his neck, toying and tugging with the curls at the nape of his neck, where its just started growing out. you moan against him, biting down on his shoulder to steady yourself.

he winces at the sudden bite but plays into it, holding your hips down as he thrusts in and out of you, making your eyes roll back.

he raises up slightly to admire you whilst he’s fucking you dumb. he takes in your beauty. every curve, every freckle, every single way your face was twisting in pleasure. it only made him more determined to please you.

he thrusts into you deeply, now savouring the time between the both of you, as if its a silent promise: ‘i’m here and i’m not leaving’.

your moans echo off of the hotel room walls as the sun begins to peek through the blinds, glowing onto dominics toned body.

he shuffles and your hands come up to pull him against your chest, scratching at his back in pleasure. he softly moans time to time m, whispering every now and then, ‘youre doing so well’, ‘keep going for me’, and ‘let go when youre ready’.

he was rough with you, but careful. he wanted you to enjoy this. to cherish it as a moment only the two of you could reflect on in the future.

as you came on his dick still throbbing inside of you, he quickly pulled out, pumping it a few times before releasing on your stomach.

back still arched from the pleasure. once again, dominic grabs his discarded shirt and wipes you down carefully, acting as if you were made of glass.

he held out his hand and leaded you into the bathroom where he washed you down.

exhausted, he dried you off, settled you in one of his oversized tees and clean boxers that he packed, and tucked you in. a soft kiss was planted on your cheek, then your temple, then inbetween your eyebrows as you drifted off.

the memory of dominic still against your thighs, thrusting in and out of you, and constantly checking up on you, allowed you to finally breathe at the fact your dominic, was yours once again.

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a / n : i re-read part 1 so many times that i just hate it now lmao anywaayyy im not gona change it but i hope this part was better :,) pls comment thoughts & feel free to send requests <3

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🎶 eventually - tame impala

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the breakup was brutal. heartbreaking even. tears were shed whilst you didnt even know what dominic was up to.

a long few weeks after the breakup, you were lost. your friends offered the most comfort they could bring, but it wasnt enough.

you craved him. the warmth of his body as he held you close like a porcelain doll. the feeling of his hands weaving through your hair as you drifted to sleep. but mostly, how good he made you feel.

but that feeling was gone. and you were certain youd never feel it again.

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three rhythmic knocks echo your apartment.

“y/n!!! open up! you cant just rot in there forever!!” your best friend, jaz, wasnt the most understanding on how you felt. but she knew how to cheer you up. for a moment at least.

you hesitated, before opening the door and slumping back on your couch.

“jaz…not today…please” you plead, as if all energy is drained from crying about him. the memory of his grunts against your ear when he-

“no not today!” your thoughts were quickly cut off by jazs’ phone now wiggling in your face. “what is this?” you ask, her smile beaming down on you. “tickets! to tame impala! isnt that cool?”

“dope…!” you try your best to be enthusiastic…but she picks it up quickly. “seriously y/n…i know your excited…its VIP!!!” she squeals and you smile at her excitement. “thats my girl!!! i knew it, ur soooo pumped” she teases as you giggle.

“ok. youre coming with me, confirmed. no backing out now…” you nod. she squeals before loading you with information: “its this saturday, we gotta look HOT!! hot guys always listen to tame impala. and of course. you gotta find yourself a new man” she winks at you.

but you didnt want a new man. you wanted your man. the one knew where to press, where to kiss, where to bite down to make you softly moan in his ear about how-

“y/n?” she pesters. “gosh snap out of it…you got this! ill be with you the whole time” you smile at her. “ill be fine. i got this” you repeat.

* saturday *

you and jaz linger at the front of the vip line. the first ones to be able to step in, you both giggle at the feeling before jaz turns around to the security guard to, once again, ask how long until the doors open.

“maam, a few minutes. the opener is doing a last minute soundcheck.” the security guard replies.

you raised your eyebrows. “theres an opener?” you ask, directing the question to jaz.

she attempts to distract herself so you wouldnt notice the look of guilt on her face. you ask again, “whos the opener?!” you took her silence as excitement, but that quickly wore off the second she mumbled a familiar name under her breath.

you inhaled deeply at the name. dominic fike. the man who broke your heart. who left you frustrated with no explanation. and before you could say something, the security opened the doors where jaz grabbed you and bolted to the centre by the barricade.

as you clinged onto the bar of the barricade, you quickly turned your head to face jaz, where she awkwardly looked around the venue.

you had no way of knowing about this. after dominic broke your heart, you took a whole social media detox claiming it was a ‘spiritual cleanse from evil’, but not even you believed it.

as the venue filled with joyous fangirls and fanboys way too tall to be up close to barricade, jaz leaned over and yelled over the noise. “i’m so sorry, y/n!” she grabbed your hand. “i swear ill make it up to you i promise!!” and before you could reply. there he was. he stepped out, as an opener.

the first song bloomed with familiarity. something he wrote about you. that if he lost you. he’d grieve you. forever. even if it wasnt his fault.

“misses” he called it. and as he sang, he pointed towards the crowd, ending it at you. he pointed at you. then he put his hand into a fist and towards his chest, right where his heart sat.

he noticed you. he did that for you. it was private in such a public place. like an apology thats weighed him down. its almost as if he knew you would be there.

you glances at jaz as her mouth was wide open with shock. you exchanged similar looks ‘what the fuck just happened’ then suddenly you felt nervously lighter on your feet.

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after tame impalas last song “eventually” ended, the crowd began to disperse towards merch stands, online friends and out the venue to their cars.

you were still in shock. jaz glanced at you as you still held onto the barricade as if it were the only thing keeping you alive right now.

“y/n. do you wana leave?” she asks you before you turn to her with glassy eyes. in pure disbelief.

“i don-” you were cut off by the same security guard that jaz was bothering.

“excuse me maam.” he looks you up and down and nods, then at jaz and squints, “are you two together?” you nod. then he motions you both to come round to the guarded door labelled ‘backstage / do not enter’.

you pause. “why are we going backstage?” you ask shakily. jaz holds your hand tightly, rubbing her thumb back and forth against your knuckles.

“he asked for you.” the security replied.

jaz scoffed. “tame impala?” your shoulders relax at the thought.

“dominic fike.”

your body tenses as youre both let in backstage. the venue was practically empty with a few looks from jealous fangirls at the sight of the two of you going where no one else was allowed to go.

you look at jaz, certain your about to violently throw up. he wanted to see you. the girl that he left miserable for weeks. maybe he just wanted to apologize. maybe he wanted to get back together. maybe he just wanted to tell you off.

“in here” you both pause before you both try and step in to the room labelled ‘D.F.🚀’ but the security splits you guys up, making you stop holding hands.“just her. you can wait over there.” he points jaz to the leather sofas surrounded by wires.

she glances at me with an ‘i’m sorry’ expression clouding her face. your brows furrow but now theres no going back.

you knock and wait…one…two…

“come in” that familiar voice. his voice. the one that kept you comfort for years. you entered the room with his back faced towards you, him aimlessly plucking at guitar strings, from the guitar he just played on stage.

you clear your throat, and he pauses. slowly turning around to look you up and down. slowly admiring how your shirt was a see through lace shirt, which a black bra underneath, and the low rise black leather pants that cut of just perfectly by your hips.

he stutters and exhales before he speaks. “hey…i- uh- come sit..” he moves to the couch and pats it signaling for you to sit and you gently make your way next to him.

he places the guitar down by where he was sitting previously then faces you, and really looks at you.

your half bitten nails. your eyebags still visible underneath your makeup. the heavily washed out hair dye in your hair.

“y/n. i- i’m so sorry.” he speaks softly. you look down, unsure if youre about to cry or throw up. “listen,” he grabs your hands carefully. “i dont want to hurt you. i snapped, and i fucked up. i need you, really. i cant stop thinking about you. i feel so guilty.”

he presses gentle kisses into your knuckles. as you struggle to admit. “you really hurt me, dominic.” then silence. he nods. “but i-” you pull your hands away from his grasp back into your lap, picking at the skin around your nails. “i really miss you” another pause. “so much.”

you turn to him to notice a shift in his facial expression, it looks like regret. guilt. and some sort of hope. he grabs your hands again, and kisses them softer, like a feather grazing your fingers.

“i know. y/n. id do anything…” he pauses going up to kiss your wrist. “…to get the chance to try again. i want this to work. i’ll do anything, baby, just say the word”

you admire his eyes, staring into them as if they held the whole world, as if they were home. you leaned in, closing the gap between the both of you.

he hummed in delight against your lips, and pulled you into his lap. you pulled him in using his shirt, making sure theres no space left between the pair of you.

weeks of petty separation poured out like hot tea onto burning skin. it was killing both of you yet it was so quickly resolved by an apology and a lovesick kiss.

his hand slid underneath your lace mesh top, fumbling as his rings got caught as he attempted to get to your bra to unclasp it.

you pulled away briefly before giving him a look.

“dom…we cant do this here.” you say, fluttering your eyelashes to him, only making him bite down on his bottom lip, hungry for more.

he leans in and whispers in your ear, “let me take you home…”, leans back, hands firmly on your waist as you sit on his lap perfectly, like a fragile doll.

“im with jaz…” you mutter in guilt. he quickly remarks “ill get her an uber. its no problem.”

you look up at him once again, a smirk never leaving his face, then he traces his hands over the outside of your thigh, making your breath hitch.

“okay..” you whispered, and slid yourself off his lap to let jaz know of tonights plans.

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a / n : THERE WILL BE A PART 2!!! full of smut donnnnt u guys worry heheh :P . this is my first fic pls be nice!! comment ur thoughts 💭