Omg I literally love all your Dominic Fike posts they are all super amazing. I had an idea that came to mind the other day and itâs like the reader and Dominic are best friends since like they used to be neighbors in Florida, and he invited her to go to tour with him and during the tour bus they start like feeling tension but they also have some cute moments and then they do the wink wink đ, and itâs all soft and cute.
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how could you stay? | d.f.
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⢠pairing: dominic fike x fem!best-friend!reader
⢠summary: years together had molded you and dominicâs relationship into something unbreakable. so, when you keep getting hints of something more, is it really worth taking the risk?
⢠warnings: cursing, creep looking at reader at the start, only one bed trope đ, smut!!, first vanilla smut iâve ever written whaaat, fingering, handjob, cum tasting, friends to ??, that should be it boyz
⢠word count: 4.9k, should take about 38 minutes to read!
TRAMPOLINE RUBBER AND sidewalk chalk. smells any person could associate with their early days, when all that mattered was when the street lights were going to come on. sure, those smells reminded you of that. but more so, they reminded you of him.
it was the early 2000s when you met. his brown curls were an unwieldy mess on his head, yet to grow into their full potential. your first tooth had just fallen out, and the neighborhood kids werenât sure about you yet.
your dad had secured a new job in sunny florida, far away from where you were born. your parents figured since you were so young, you wouldnât have any issues adjusting.
for the most part, you didnât. sure, you had friends in kindergarten, but they werenât permanent. nobody commits that young. except for you and dominic, apparently.
the move from your middle class, suburban home to the lower class neighborhood in naples was a bit odd looking back. but you werenât at all concerned then. the young kids in the neighborhood were always outside, probably the result of some form of neglect. you didnât know that then. you were just excited to have some new playmates to spend summer with.
you were six years old and, as any kid was, a ball of energy. on that particular day, your mother was busy with some work business, to which she didnât want to be bothered. so, she stuck you outside with a pail of sidewalk chalk and a promise to stay where she could see, since the area wasnât familiar to you yet. and that was good enough for you.
quickly, you got to drawing. âalways a creative mind,â you recall your father describing you to relatives and family friends. in reality, your drawings were often indecipherable, but nobody wanted to burst your bubble.
the tree in your front yard provided ample shade as you drew, the simple drawings making the driveway more lively. you were as focused as you could be at that age before you heard a voice from behind you. âhey!â
you turned your head, noticing a boy around your age at the end of your driveway. you hadnât seen him around before, at least that you could recall. âdo you wanna play hide and seek?â
the proposition sounded like an automatic agreement to you, until you remembered what your mom said. âmy mommy said i have to stay here,â you told him.
the boy shook his head, pouting. âcome on! itâll be really fun!â that left you conflicted. on one hand, you wanted to respect your motherâs wishes, but on the other, the prospect of a game was too hard to turn down.
so you finally caved. âokay, fine!â you shoved the chalk back into your pail, following him down the street to where the other kids were.
your mother never knew about that first disappearance, but those little rendezvouses became tradition for you. and somehow, they never quite stopped, just evolved. birthday parties, sleepovers, concerts, late night drives, the whole nine.
the older you grew, the more you bonded. youâd seen each other through everything; breaking your toe on the trampoline, domâs first girlfriend, homelessness, and, most recently, domâs fresh career as every teenage girlâs favorite new rockstar.
it all happened quicker than you could process, remembering the pubescent boy whoâd mindlessly strum his guitar while you lay next to him. now you were helping him with his lyrics, being his plus one in the studio. it wasâŚodd. but in a way you loved.
which is why when he asked if youâd come with him on tour for a bit âjust to keep him company,â you jumped to your feet to say yes. seeing the country while spending time with dominic? sounded like a dream to you.
immediately, your other friends were skeptical when you told them. sure, you were working remote, so it wasnât a huge change, but it was still strange. dropping all your plans for the coming month to live on a tour bus that reeked of alcohol and weed? not everyone would just do that. but apparently you would because you were a good friend. definitely not weird at all.
so, when it came time to hit the road, you were more than ready. you packed two suitcases and a backpack for good measure. the kind of combo that would make dominic roll his eyes and call you a worry wart or some adjacent bullshit.
which is about what happened when you got there.
bright and early, 7 am. you called an uber to the spot where the bus was parked. after getting out, your eyes quickly landed on dominic outside, smoking something you didnât want to be concerned with right now. you got out, thanked the driver, and headed over.
when dom saw your figure approaching, you could see him smile, even from yards away. bright white teeth that he only really unveiled around you.
he threw the butt of whatever he had on the ground and stomped it out with the heel of his shoe before quickly jogging over to you. âyo, y/n!â he called out. you waved back before he stopped right in front of you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. the interaction sent goosebumps across your skin. âhow ya doinâ?â
âpretty good,â you replied, shifting the bag you had on your shoulder to a more comfortable position. this, of course, didnât go unnoticed by dom.
he snorted. âseriously? all this shit?â he asked, raising an eyebrow. âeven i didnât bring that much.â
you shook your head, playfully shoving him. âyouâd be fucking screwed if you didnât,â you countered as you started to walk towards the bus.
dominic and you continued your banter until you approached. quickly, you had difficulty hauling your rolling suitcase into the bus. but it didnât take more than a second for dom to help.
âshouldâve thought about this,â he said jokingly, acting like he was so mad about carrying your bags as if he hadnât chosen to. he didnât even let you thank him as you got inside, hushing you at the start of the sentence.
you were about to say something to remark, but thatâs when you noticed a few other people standing there with you. one of them, a tall, lanky blonde guy, looked between you and dom suspiciously. like he was trying to decipher what was up with you two.
it was silent for a second before dominic piped back up. âoh, ya. y/n, these are my boys. boys, this is y/n. sheâs gonna be with us for a month or so.â they all waved hi to you as you greeted them back.
he introduced them all to you separately after you got your bags put away. there was the band, a few crew members, and his manager. they all seemed generous and welcoming, but you couldnât shake the stares they were giving you. like something about you was off, and they couldnât quite put their finger on it. you just tried to not think about it.
the first few days of tour were rough. you knew going on this trip would be out of your comfort zone, but you didnât know itâd be this much of a challenge. sleeping on the bunks was a nightmare, along with the food situation; you yearned for a dinner that wasnât covered in grease.
but, of course, there were a few bright sides. seeing the big cities you could only dream about, spending time with one of your favorite people. and the shows, obviously. dominic had a way of performing and capturing an audienceâs attention that was so effortless, you couldnât help but be drawn to it every time. like a moth to a flame, watching every show from backstage.
there were some other moments, too. ones that you werenât quite sure how to categorize, other than the sly smirk dom gave you and the ever so pressing eyes of the crew. ones like the gas station.
it was the first week of the tour. you were still getting adjusted, but for the most part, you were figuring your way around. everyone was huddled in the main part of the bus, on their phones. while a couple held a small conversation, everyone else was silent. until the bus came to a stop.
everyoneâs heads darted up to look out the window. it seemed the driver had stopped for gas at a local town. that meant not only a stretch, but also everyoneâs dose of junk food, which still sounded appetizing this early into tour.
as the bus stopped, everyone eagerly walked out. you were one of the last to go, busy putting on your comfortable shoes.
the place wasnât much, just your average gas station with rows of chips, candy, and drink coolers all around. the group of boys quickly flooded the small building, grabbing different items.
you were by one of the coolers, grabbing a soda. or about to. your eyes flitted over all the options before you felt a hand on your shoulder. you didnât even need to look, the callouses confirming it was dominic.
but you turned around anyway. his frame towered over you as he leaned in close. âdonât look now, but thereâs a guy in the front eyeing you like fuckinâ candy.â
you immediately ignored dominicâs words and tried to peek behind him. i mean, who wouldnât? you caught a glimpse of who you assumed was the guy. his eyes were trained on the two of you in a way that made you want to crawl behind a counter to protect yourself. everything about him was uncomfy.
your body moved back to its original position against your best friend. âjust act like iâm your boyfriend or somethinâ,â he suggested. a genius move you never couldâve imagined he could come up with.
there wasnât much time for debate, so you went with it, turning back around to the fridge. you picked up two bottles of soda mindlessly, then turned back to dom. âwhich one?â you asked, holding them both up for him to see.
dominic took a step back and faked a puzzled expression theatrically. âhow about both?â he said with a smile.
you shook your head, sighing. âyour morals are gonna get you down some day.â the way you were speaking was so unlike the two of you, but it somehow felt peaceful. domestic. you tried to eliminate the thought from your mind.
dominic chuckled, shaking his head. âwell, youâre not exactly stopping me,â he said, slipping an arm around your waist. why you felt your hair stand on end when he did, you werenât sure.
you almost kept staring at his hand before you looked up. âyou want anything to eat?â
it seemed he was also staring, taking a second to process your question âhm? oh. ya.â he cleared his throat and guided you with him to the chip aisle.
you glanced to where the man was before, just to see if he was still there. luckily for you, he wasnât. you quickly removed yourself from dominicâs grip, sighing slightly.
he turned his head at the lack of contact, eyebrows furrowing. âheâs gone,â you explained.
you werenât sure what you saw in his eyes, but they didnât look normal. âoh,â he mumbled. he stood there for a few seconds, debating what do do. âuhâŚyou should put this back.â he held out the bottles of soda to you. you just nodded and walked back to the coolers.
that wasnât the only time you felt something drift, but with it being the first, it was the one that dwelled on you the most. you werenât sure how you felt. sure, you had a feeling in your chest like that before, but dom was your friend. that wasnât supposed to happen with friends.
but after consoling him in his dressing room before shows, being the person he ran to after them, him buying you things without asking, and him staying up with you late, it all felt so personal. romantic, even.
it all came to an odd acceleration a few days before you were supposed to leave.
it was the end of july. the houston show was quick on the horizon as the month closed out. thankfully, a hotel was booked, so you could get an actual good sleep for once.
but the tour manager wasnât accounting for you when the rooms were booked, meaning you had to share one with dominic. with only one bed.
now, normally, this would be fine; you two had been friends since elementary school, so sleeping in the same room together was bound to happen. the issue, though, was that it was never in the same bed.
even if you and dominic never dated, your parents still werenât convinced you werenât lying to your advantage. so, whenever he came over, the two of you were to never sleep in the same bed. and they checked, too. that mentality never changed as you got older, usually leading to the both of you sleeping on the couch.
so when the two of you walked into the room together, oblivious, to spot one mattress, both of your stomachs sunk. because it would be fine if it werenât for the circumstances leading up to it. the bus had been exhausting; neither of you wanted to take the fall this time.
you looked between the two of you, eyes flickering to his face and back to the bed. âuhâŚi can-â you started before abruptly being cut off.
âno, âs fine. i can sleep on the couch.â normally, you wouldâve protested, but you really didnât wanna be the one to have to do it.
âyou sure?â you asked.
he nodded, lightly shoving you. âyes. stop asking before i change my mind.â you snickered, raising your hands in defense before walking over to the bed.
it was late, meaning the two of you didnât have time to get into any trouble like you usually did. so the second you figured out the sleeping situation, you went to the bathroom to do your night routine, then subsequently fell onto the bed.
the bedding was like a pile of clouds; such an upgrade from the tour bus bunks. you swore you couldâve fallen asleep right then and there, and you almost did. if it werenât for that one thing.
you felt unbelievably bad for dom. sure, you didnât exactly offer the bed to him, but it still gnawed at you, knowing he probably needed the rest more than you did. and that feeling only grew when you heard him tossing and turning on the small couch.
you couldnât relax. you werenât sure how long itâd been since you laid down, but after some time, you propped yourself up on your elbows. âyou wanna come up here?â you asked, voice hoarse.
dom stirred a bit before propping himself too. âhm?â he grunted.
you laughed softly. âyou can come sleep up here,â you reassured him.
it clearly took him a few seconds to process what you said before he responded. âno. âs goo-â
âplease. just come up here.â it was the only thing that would give you peace of mind.
he shuffled for a second, muttering things you couldnât quite make out, before he stood up and walked over. you scooted to the other side of the bed as dominic slid in on the other side.
immediately, it was awkward; the proximity was weird for you two. you thought itâd eventually go away, but even after a few minutes, you felt as stiff as a board, and you werenât sure why. you were comfortable with him, so why was this happening?
it felt he was the same way too; unmoving and rigid. you decided to try and make some conversation to lighten this whole thing up. âhave we likeâŚnever shared a bed before?â
a couple seconds of silence. âi donât think so,â he replied. âjust slept on the floor together a few times.â
you laughed, remembering the nights you used to have. getting blackout drunk and falling asleep on the floor, too tired to make it to the bed. and though you couldnât see it, you swore there was a smile across his face right then.
âya, ya,â you said. there was a silence there again. the soft buzz outside the hotel was the only thing keeping you from a lack of sound. âyou ever think our parents thought we were lying about not dating?â you didnât mean anything by it. just an innocent, late night thought. or so you thought.
you felt dom rustle beside you. âmaybe.â he paused, trying to come up with more to say. âwe wouldâve been good.â
those few words made something in the air shift. you didnât have a doubt you could both feel it. âyou think we can still be good?â you asked the question before you could even think. it slipped out of your mouth, the ultimate betrayal.
when he didnât respond, you knew you messed up. might as well buy your own ticket and fly back out by now. block his number, never see him again, mourn to your fri- âdunno. you wanna find out?â
you werenât sure you were hearing him right. it was some hallucination to fill your empty brain, right? but when you turned to face him, there was an expression on his face you knew he couldnât just make up. it was dead set determination.
and you knew youâd be an idiot to not act on this. so you muttered a soft âya,â and leaned in for a kiss. just a soft peck.
if you were being honest, youâd had your fair share of crushes on dominic. there were so many times you were head over heels for him, youâd lost track. but, eventually, theyâd all wither away. it would never happen.
even when you werenât vowing your true love to him, sometimes youâd drift off, thinking about the little things. what his lips would feel like against yours. so if the younger you could look forward to here, in this very hotel room, sheâd probably lose her shit.
you could feel your heart beating in your chest even from the one simple kiss. you pulled away after a second, thinking it was a mistake, but you were taken aback by his hand on the back of your head, pulling you back in. that made your stomach do somersaults.
a part of you was shocked that this was going down, but another was saying this was bound to happen. that you two were so close to something for all your lives, but it only took this to break the iceberg.
you slipped into his lap like you belonged there, causing dom to sit up. you werenât sure where to put your hands, too busy focusing on your best friendâs lips on yours. eventually, they landed on his shoulders, coming up to play with the gentle curls around the nape of his neck. his lips shuttered slightly but went right back to work.
it was like everything in the past twenty years youâd know him was spilling out. all the late night talks that were a little too romantic, the way he couldnât go a day without talking to you, how everything had a certain edge to it.
you could feel it even more when his lips fell apart from yours to trail down the column on your neck. sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, that, sure, were dirty, but had a searing passion behind them.
he made sure to take his time. he didnât want to rush into anything you didnât want. the lighting was dim, but you could make out his bright, eager eyes looking up at you as he moved down, down, down. to your shoulder, to your collarbone, down to where your tank top cut off.
it was then he realized he wasnât asking about any of this, just going on a whim. but it only took you a nod and you starting to pull up your shirt for him to be put at ease.
you were just about to slip the fabric above your head before you were cut off. ânonono,â dominic rushed out. âi gotâchu.â and you werenât one to deny when he was offering help. so you sat there like a perfect porcelain doll on his lap while he slowly pulled the shirt up.
when it was off, he dropped the tank top to the side of the bed. really, he wasnât focused on it; he was too focused on you. on breathtaking, stunning, gorgeous you.
he felt his breath hitch in his throat as he just stared like you were the most important thing in the world. you were going to quip with a snarky remark, but it died before it could even come up. the moment was too raw for something like that.
his eyes raked over your figure like you were some goddess. âeven better than i imagined,â he mumbled softly. like the air was being ripped from his lungs.
âso youâve imagined?â you couldnât help yourself.
he chuckled softly in response. âwhat, you havenât?â that backed you into a corner. you just looked away, blush creeping to your cheeks. âhey.â his hand came up to tilt your chin back to its original position. you swore you were going to faint. ânever said that was a bad thing.â
before you could chime in, he continued. just kept trailing down your body. his lips found their way down your cleavage and across the expanse of your tummy.
your fingers remained in his hair, ever so slightly tugging at his curls. he let out a sharp inhale every time. it made the corners of your lips curl up.
when dom finally reached the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you again. the question was evident in his eyes with the innocence of a doe. you giggled at the sight. âtake them off,â you mumbled, voice slightly scratchy.
he didnât need to be told twice. the shorts you were wearing were immediately pulled down and next to your forgotten tank top on the floor. you were left in just your panties. and somehow, you didnât feel exposed. just normal.
his head rested on your thighs, continuing to drink in your body. heâd been missing out for years. he laid still like that for so long, you thought thatâd be it: you two falling asleep with his head nuzzled there. but his words eventually drifted to you. âwanna make you feel good. that okay?â
your stomach fell to your feet again. you just nodded. âmore than okay,â you responded. with a shit-eating grin on his face, he immediately went to pull your panties to the side. but when he got a glimpse, the smirk was wiped away and replaced with a look that made it seem like he came on the spot.
âshit,â he mumbled lowly.
âdonât worry, she doesnât bite,â you teased, which in turn, made dom look back up at you.
âya, iâm sure, but you might.â before you had time to respond, his fingers found your clit, rubbing softly. your head tilted back, even if the pressure was light.
âfuuuuck, straight to the point, are we?â you drawled out. you could feel straight electricity course through you.
he shrugged, fingers now trailing down your lips and to your sopping cunt. âthought thatâs how you liked it.â
and straight to the point he was, because the second he reached your pussy, he pushed in. two fingers slid in with ease, causing the breath to leave your lungs. your hands gripped onto the sheets. âfuck,â you mumbled. you could see a hint of domâs smile at that.
his fingers were unsurprisingly talented, finding their way in and out, in and out, in and out. and even then, it felt like he was just testing the waters.
he stroked your walls at a slow pace as not to overwhelm you all at once. even if it was slow, it felt good. the pleasure flooded through your body undoubtedly, making your breath a little uneven.
his rhythm never faltered, focusing on you. he noticed every little gasp, every reaction to use to his advantage. âthat feel good?â he still asked, to which you always let out a shaky âya.â
it was raw, in its purest form. just you in your hotel room, too blissed out to think. you could hear your juices slap against your pussy and you swore it was the hottest thing ever. you just laid there and took it.
he kept up well, but after a minute of this, you got an idea. âdom.â
immediately, he stopped, fearing he was doing something wrong. âmhm?â
you smiled at his reaction before glancing down at him. you could see the obvious bulge in his pants. âneed help with that?â
he looked down, almost like a curious dog. it was like he didnât even notice until then, and maybe he didnât. âoh.â his head shot back up. âi mean, only if you want to.â
âi do.â your response was quick, not a second too late. you shifted a bit towards him. âyou can still touch me. we can do it together, ya?â
his eyes lit up instantly. with a sharp nod, he agreed.
dominic practically slivered out of his boxers, probably choking the damn thing, before he laid back. both of you were naked in front of each other. what a ride.
and boy, was it better than you (admittedly) imagined. eight whole inches standing stiff in front of you. âwhat?â domâs voice broke the air. you glanced up at him. âis it bad?â
you snickered at that. âdonât make it weird,â you protested softly.
he gave you an expression that read âseriously?â âoh, so now itâs weird?â he asked. if you werenât any better, youâd shove him back. but you had business to attend to, and now wasnât the time to be pissing him off.
so you leaned down between the two of you and took the shaft into your hand. you immediately felt a prominent vein on one side. you wished you could see better in the lighting.
he let out a shaky breath, something you never thought youâd hear from him other than when you scared him when he wasnât looking.
like clockwork, his hands fell back on your pussy while yours worked his dick. the room was full of heavy breathing and held back moans, trying to not get a noise complaint from anyone.
his fingers were tantalizingly good, making you want to fall back against the bed and buck your hips, but you had a job to do. honestly, you could barely even feel his dick in your hands. you were too focused on the sweet stretch of domâs digits inside you. you were praying to every deity you were doing good.
but when his fingers started to curl? you were done for. you had to muster every bit of strength to not collapse on the bed right then. your strokes were getting lazy, even if you were trying to keep up. maybe dom was feeling the same way, but you didnât even notice. all you knew is nobody had touched you like this before.
nobody was able to spread you open like this. nobody was able to make you focus on every little movement, make you start bouncing a bit for more.
you werenât sure how much time had passed, but after a bit, your breath came out unsteady. you felt a heat start to coil in your gut, ready to come undone any minute now. âfuck,â you mumbled. âdom, iâm close,â you barely managed to sputter you.
âya? me too.â you could hear him start to pant now. ââs it corny if we cum together?â
now wasnât the time for jokes, but you couldnât help but have a shaky laugh fall past your lips. âfuck that. letâs just do it.â
so you did. noises got louder, movements sped up, and eventually, you came. if it werenât for you busying yourself, you wouldâve fallen back on the bed. but for then, you stuck to falling forward and weakly stroking up and down against the shaft.
dom came at roughly the same time as you. you felt the thick spurts of seed slide down his dick and into your hand. the second he was done and palmed through it, you fell forward onto domâs body.
he lazily laughed in response as he fell back as well. the two of you caught your breath together, laying limp on the bed like a couple of cats. it was almost comedic.
after a second, dominic brought his fingers to his mouth. with a loud, exaggerated sucking sound, he lapped all your juices off your fingers. he pulled them out with a âpop!â âyou taste good,â he said, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
in turn, you brought your own palm up to your mouth and licked the remnant off. âso do you,â you declared. it caused the two of you to go into a fit of giggles, still naked next to each other. because even if the certainty of what was to come for you was vague, you knew youâd both always be like this in your hearts: dumb and undeniably meant to be next to each other.
