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a/n: This is actually so sweet , I’m very honoured omg. I’m here :))

warnings: smut, fingering, pussy drunk elliot

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PRETTY HALLWAY GIRL

You’ve seen him around school. His bleached blonde locks and his plump lips. His clothes.

You imagined showing up to school in one of his shirts, how it would smell like him. Then you felt like banging your head against your locker because what the fuck? You’ve never even spoken together. Well you’ve never had a conversation that is- you’ve made up excuses to talk to him throughout the year: had he seen a leather jacket around here? Had he done homework for history? And whatever other pathetic idea you came up with.

And here you were in P.E running track. Elliot never really participated, just hung around wearing anything but gym clothes and your teacher had already given up on him. You were out of breath, running and running partly to impress him and party because you feared your teacher a little bit. You run so hard you don’t even notice when you pull the excellent move of running right into him. He grunted and you let out a yelp as you both fell onto the ground, face land in right into the burnt sienna colour of the worn out track.

“What the fuck” Elliot mumbled, trying to get up from the ground. You rolled onto your back to give him access and you looked up at the sky, mortified.

“Fuck me im so sorry” you whispered holding your hands over your face as if that would make it better. He sat up clumsily on his elbows and wiped the dirt from his arms as he looked at you on the ground. At first he looked sort of annoyed, brows furrowed and lips parted as he searched your very hidden face. Then he chuckled, humming as an amused expression spread on his face.

It surprised you so much that you slowly moved your hands from your face to look at him in bewilderment. “I know you like me, but I didn’t know you’d actually fall for me doll” he teased with a cocked brow. Your eyes widen as you hurriedly sat up and winced from the dizzying feeling it gave you.

“I don’t like you!” you huffed, trying to straighten your spine to seem… chill. Casual; yeahhh it’s all good I don’t care.

He actually fucking laughed this time, wiping his plump lips with the back of his hand as he shrugged. “Cool. Well even though you don’t like me” *he said with a very unbelieving tone as he stood up from the ground and stretched out a hand* “you can help me get out of this class by pretending to be a little bit more hurt than that yeah? I have to take you to the school nurse or some shit” he said with a dismissive, careless hand. Your heart pounded as you took his hand and he lifted you to the ground.

“Sure. But I’m only doing this for my own uh, my own sake” you tried. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinised your face and your lips parted in a nervous breath as your eyes fluttered to look anywhere but him.

“Whatever- your lip is actually bleeding but you’re standing wayyy to straight to be believable” He said, enjoying how nervous you got, a small satisfied smile splaying on his lips as his big brown eyes looked you over.

“Right” You mumbled as you doubled over yourself to look more hurt.

“Way too much doll” he chuckled. You blushed. He put your arm over his neck and pretended to help you into the school again. You didn’t even hear his lame excuse to the teacher, too focused on the way your mouth went dry as he helped you limp away until you turned to a secluded corner outside the school where he let you go. You straightened and stiffened as you awkwardly waited for… well you didn’t really know.

Elliot took a step closer, making you bump into the wall behind you. “Relax im just fixin’ your face” he said, amused by your nervous demeanour as his thumb swipes over the slit of blood on your lower lip. You winced, looking intensely at how close his face way. His brown puppy eyes darted up to yours. “You know I can tell when you stare at me right?” He whispered.

Your breath hitched and your jaw ticked as you tried to come up with a good excuse. Anything, anything. You found him ugly. His hair was… ugly… no you had nothing but the truth.

“You’re just nice to look at I guess” you shrugged, but your voice betrayed the casual demeanour.

“Man you can’t say stuff like that” he rubbed his hand over his face as you spoke trying to hide his own flushed state. He might seem cool but Elliot wasn’t exactly used to pretty girls like you acting like he was some sort of popular high school jock. And he hadn’t expected you to admit to anything.

“Why not?” you asked softly, blinking up at him with genuine curiosity and he nearly combusted. Of course he’d noticed. He just didn’t know how to fucking act on it because you were so… soft and…

“Drives me fucking insane” he mumbled in a low voice as his eyes darted between yours. You were so genuinely bewildered and also felt so confident for once. His eyes briefly glanced at your lips.

“Is it still bleeding?” You asked in a shaky whisper, pressing into the wall as your hand basically clawed at the brick behind you. Your lip still throbbed.

His eyes narrowed as he shamefully looked back at your lip. “Yeah. Let me help. A favour for a favour or whatever” he grumbled as he leaned forward. You barely registered what was happening before his soft lips pressed to yours and his warm tongue slid over the wound to soothe it. You stiffened against the wall and he pulled back slightly, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

“I thought you wanted this, don’t go all weird on me now doll” he mumbled with an amused grin. It was enough to snap you out of it.

“Right- right” you whispered and leaned forward again to press your lips to his. His hands slid around your waist as he pressed you to the wall. Your head thumped against the brick. “Ow” you mumbled into his mouth and he blushed and smiled. “Fuck, sorry”

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter as his warm hand slid under your shirt and ran over the sweaty skin, tracing the line of your shorts. “Elliot” you whispered nervously and he pulled back slightly, a string of spit connecting your now kiss swollen lips as his big brown eyes looked you over with furrowed brows.

“Do you even know my name?” You huffed, fiddling with the hem of his big t-shirt. He arched a brow.

“Pretty hallway girl. Sits behind me in history. Sort of clumsy. Hauled me to the ground.” He recited amused and you stifled a laugh. That was good enough for you and you pulled him back into you. It was clumsy, messy and hurried and suddenly his warm hand slipped under your waistband. You gasped and looked down.

“Is this okay? Can I touch you? Jus’ really wanna touch you.” He asked breathlessly, almost pleading and you nodded hurriedly up at him, keeping eye contact as his hand went under your panties. His fingers were cold compared to how molten and wet you were and you gasped as your hips bucked slightly into his hand. His lips parted and his eyes soften as he felt you, running a finger up and down.

“How’d you get so wet?” He asked with a flush, genuinely breathless at the feeling. Your cheeks reddened profusely.

“I think it started when you looked at me like that for the first time a couple minutes ago” you whispered, aching for the way he suddenly noticed you, and not only saw you but looked like he wanted you.

One of his fingers slipped inside of you and you tightened around it over and over again. People could see you if they walked around this corner and it all felt a little filthy and you ground against his finger mindlessly. “Shit doll I should’ve done this sooner” he said with genuine fascination as he looked at where his hand dissapear Ed into your shorts and your hips bucked. He curled his finger slightly and it made you keen. He had obviously been with people but it felt like he was a damn virgin all over again right now and he couldn’t believe how responsive you were being.

“Can I put- can I put another one in?” He asked shamelessly, pupils blown as he looked at your needy face. “Yeah” you breathed out and whined as he stretched you with another finger, sliding them in and out. Your wetness deeper into your shorts and he stuttered out a breathy, incoherent sound as he saw it. “Shit you’re so tight how are you so…” he felt fucking pussydrunk just from this as your hips ground onto his two fingers.

You fisted his shirt and pulled him closer, and he stumbled into you. Your eyes pleaded up at him. His cheeks were flushed and lips parted and he looked almost mesmerised. It made you flutter all over and your clit throbbed at how you suddenly had his attention, all over you, almost feeling like you were the one in control now. “Please make me cum, Elliot” You choked out at how his fingers moved torturously slow just for his own pleasure of feeling you warm and wet around him. Your words started him out of it and he blinked rapidly.

“Right, yeah fuck.. wanna make you cum” he whispered and pressed into you as his thumb rapidly moved over your clit now, his fingers curling, moving in and out and he used everything he had to get you there. The way his thumb messily, *frantically* swiped over your clit from how desperate he was to make you cum was so endearing and you were obsessed. So obsessed with how flushed he was that you locked up around his fingers, seizing them as your gym shorts got positively ruined. My mouth opened as I arched off the wall. He saw and pressed his chest into yours immediately to feel you. He couldn’t even move his fingers with how tight you locked up around him and he accidentally ground his hips into you, pressing his weeping hardness into your hip.

“That’s it- that’s its doll” he whispered quickly, fascinated, horny as fuck. When you finally relaxed he pulled his fingers out of you slowly and your slick gleamed in the sunlight on his two fingers. He wanted to lick them but tried to contain himself as he wiped them in his shirt instead.

“That was-“ you breathed out but just as soon you heard a group of people around the corner, their shows crunching in the gravel. Elliot moved sickly and took his zip up hoodie from around his waist and wrapped it around yours to hide your soaked shorts. My head whipped up to his face at the small but kind gesture before he pressed a had into my back and I stumbled forward as we started walking to seem casual.

“So uhm” he wiped his nose, glancing at the unsuspecting students turning the corner. “Does the pretty hallway girl want to get out of here?” He asked, feigning casualty as he internally pleaded for you to come with him home so maybe you’d return the favor. He was positively obsessed after what just happened.

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TLDR: Elliot and Y/N planned a "camping trip" during college vacation and well, one thing led to another and...

Word count + info: 2.1k THIS ONE IS LONGGGG! Dialogue (it’s mostly sex talk and them being silly goofy guys). Female college!readerxElliot (no specifications).

Warnings + Content Ahead: NSFW this is 18+ MDNI, 420 mentioned, biting, oral sex, no protection (smh), lotta making out and mouth stuff, thigh riding 🤭 I think that’s it!

Azzie Notes ✚: Chat we are so back! sorry I took so long bro, IRL has been soo fkin messy atm but I just needed to write and get back on here. Why is my inbox ovulating so hard tho 😭  guys lets be demure too (kidding I need dom more than ever before now that Dominic has gone MIA)I hope u enjoy it's been a while! I also mentioned Euphoria like,.. the actual word and geeked out a bit go try n find it and geek out w me

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When It Rains, It Pours - D.F.

“Oh, dude you’ve got to be fuckin' kidding me” He huffs.

There you both were, like two idiots holding hamper baskets with blankets, snacks, rolling papers, and small pillows, staring out the glass door into the backyard as rain poured down heavy, the sound of wind whistling as the drops hit the windowed door hard.

You and Elliot had spent many summers “camping” in his backyard since High School and since college had separated your time together, what better way to reunite than kicking off summer in your hometown by camping? Only this year, you both promised to save up and go somewhere this time, but alas, it was just you, Elliot, his empty house and, the torrential rain outside. You both stood in matching tartan shorts and your graduation grey t-shirts from high school like a bunch of losers.

You sigh as you set down your hamper. “So much for that camping trip, huh?” you smirk, biting a smile down.

He sets his hamper basket down too and rummages through it to find his rolling paper and his little bag of weed. “Can’t believe our fuckin’ luck man” He murmurs angrily as he fumbles his papers up.

You sigh and reach over, grabbing his now crumpled paper, and, plop yourself down on the beanbag by the door before rolling his blunt for him. He sighs and sits on the floor between your legs, placing his chin on your knee before looking up at your face, and tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I missed this- I mean I missed you, ya know? Seeing your Instagram Stories and FaceTiming isn’t the same, you even look different. I really wanted to have something to remind you of me, like old times sake sort of thing, whatever that shit means” he mumbles, before pressing his cheek onto your knee, avoiding eye contact.

Your eyes widen at his confession and you stop in your tracks, your fingers moving away from the paper to his face, bringing his eyes back to look at you. Elliot had a lot messed up but one thing was for sure; he always had your back and was always there whenever you needed him.

You both were messed up together, he was your first kiss accidentally, you accidentally smoked weed together, and you both accidentally spent the night in a jail cell after trying to joyride an old car, only to end up crashing that same car within the span of a few minutes since neither of you could drive. Something about those accidents made your heart flutter and kept you around Elliot closer rather than push you away, even though your parents didn’t exactly take it well. Now, after spending almost 8 months away, you were worried Elliot felt like he was slipping away.

“Elli, you’ll always have me, you know that right? Like, you’ve fucked me up so bad that we have a trauma bond, you can’t expect me to slip away, dude. A-And remember one time it rained like this and we made an indoor fort? How ‘bout we do that then, yeah? We have all the stuff for it, the weed and all.” You smile, hoping to get a small laugh out of him as you hold his head, his eyes boring into yours while your fingers coil around his blonde-tipped hair.

He sighs and closes his eyes softly, before nodding, grunting as he gets up. He looks down at you before you lift your head to meet his gaze. Elliot lowers himself to plant kisses on your forehead with an overwhelming tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. It turns almost possessive as he trails it down to your cheek and peppers it with long kisses. Your breath hitches and you feel like melting under his touch. You had never felt a simple kiss to be so sensual but here you were, shivering with your breath hitching. He brings his mouth to your ear, his breath slow and almost ragged.

“If you left me, Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do...” His breath is ragged against your skin as he nips at your earlobe before abruptly standing upright again. He digs into his pockets as he walks over and attends to unpacking the hampers, acting nonchalant despite the raw passion still coursing through him. Elliot has kissed and touched you before, albeit while high, but something felt so different, so desperate at this moment.

You try to shrug it off as you roll a few more blunts before crawling inside the now-built fort Elliot had made. He sits on his knees as he puts up some string lights and fluffs up some pillows before resting on his elbows and leaning back. You sit in front of him, holding a blunt between your lips. He can’t help but smile as he brings his old lighter up to you, setting it alight and bringing his face close. The first hit in your lungs feels like home as you exhale with a giggle, blowing the smoke directly into his face. His eyes narrow playfully as he leans in, not breaking eye contact. Instead of simply taking the blunt, his lips brush against yours—soft, lingering—before catching the blunt between them. The kiss is brief but electric, the blunt slipping from your mouth to his as his lips hover close, teasing. For a moment, his face stays just inches from yours, the warmth of his breath mingling with the haze of smoke.

It’s like you’re in his pocket and he’s in yours, both of you wrapped around each others’ fingers. Your back is almost pressed to his, your face tilted up to look at his while his hands wrap around your waist, under your shirt and the waistband of your shorts feeling your smooth skin. It must’ve been 20 minutes when you decide to put the blunt to the side on a small tray and reach up to his face, this time parting his mouth for a kiss. It’s lazy and relaxed as you shift your body to straddle his thigh, your tongue slipping in. Elliot moans into the kiss, holding your hip with one hand and gripping your hair tight with the other.

You grind and gyrate on his thigh, your hands pulling at his curls; you knew he went crazy for hair tugs. His lips trail your neck, his tongue and teeth trailing and gnawing as he laps the length from your collarbone to your earlobe. You let out a whimper as you continue to buck against his thigh, desperate for more. You pull away, pressing your forehead to his.

“Elli, please… don’t hold back” you murmur, pleading as you heave.

He doesn’t answer, instead, he nods and takes his hand under your t-shirt to lift it up and over your head in one swift motion before connecting his lips back to yours. You gasp as you feel the cold air hit your naked torso, the sensation fresh with the sound of you making out with rain noises in the background and the smell of marijuana burning away. It all feels so right, so real.

His head dips between the valley of your breasts, suckling while holding eye contact, lazily moving his mouth over your breast, gliding the tip of his tongue in painful slow circles before taking your nipple between your teeth. His eyes look into yours with pure innocence and attentiveness, as you moan and hold his head there, roaming his curls as you continue to rock back and forth on his thigh, desperately trying for some friction for your now soaking core. You roll his t-shirt up and take it off his torso, throwing it to the side.

Elliot holds you and places you down on the pillow and the mess of bedsheets covering the wooden floor. He leans down, planting soft kisses from the nape of your neck to the edge of your waistband. He perks up to look at you with those sweet eyes you can never get enough of.

“You’re stunning, you know that, Y/N? You always have been.” He whispers shyly before tugging at your waistband looking for approval.

You nod and lift your hips up as he pulls your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, discarding them outside of the fort. Elliot almost groans at the sight of you completely naked, his eyes filled with desire and admiration. He grabs the blunt placed on the tray and takes a long drag. Smoke billows from his lips and drifts towards your glistening center, making you shiver with anticipation. You moan at the sensation, feeling a wave of heat rush through your body. His head dips down while he kisses your inner thighs, licking softly. He kisses your core, right on your bud making you gasp. Elliot gently spreads your lips, taking one long lick up, circling over your bud. Something about how easy and purposeful he was being had made this all the more arousing, loud moans and encouragement rolling out from your lips begging him to keep going.

Elliot eats you out as if it's his sole duty, his purpose in life, and takes his sweet time to savour you, to thrust his tongue in and out of you, to drink you up until it brings your next orgasm, and then do it all over again. His hand thumbs your breast, the other holding your hips down as you continuously buck up for each wave of pleasure he gives you that ripples through your body. Elliot reaches down to free his member as he carries you through yet another orgasm, this time jerking himself off in slow, lazy strokes, dedicating himself to you first.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’re seeing stars, everything is flowing perfectly and harmoniously for the first time in a long time. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch him gently guide himself to your wet core. Elliot rubs his head up and down before thrusting in, watching your face for any sign of discomfort or displeasure. You grab his shoulder with one hand and bite your lip, nodding to ask him to keep going. He pushes in further, bottoming out inside of you entirely. Your tight hole twitches around his member, adjusting to his size as he slowly moves out, before pounding back in.

It doesn’t take much for Elliot to lose control and find himself relentlessly thrusting into you, roughly gripping a hand to your breast as he moves at a furious pace. You let out provocative giggles and purrs, further fueling his intense desire as he thrusts in and out of you. The fort feels humid, the sound of rain and skin slapping filling the room. Your body craves this, needing more and more as every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through your entire body. Elliot's red eyes are locked on yours, his face contorted with pure passion, your name spilling out like a prayer. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go even deeper. His breath hitches as he pounds into you, his hips bucking wildly. The smell of sweat and sex fills the air as he continues to pound, his name echoing from your lips with every thrust.

As you near the edge, you can feel yourself tightening around him, squeezing each time he slams into you. Elliot grabs your hips, holding you tightly as he thrusts faster and harder, his eyes locked on yours. His face is a mix of passion and desperation, knowing you are about to shatter beneath him. And then it happens. You both reach your peaks, sending a jolt of euphoria through the both of you before collapsing, rocking together in one final attempt to ride out your highs. Your nails dig roughly into his shoulder as Elliot bites down on yours, your arms holding him as he lies on top of you before he pulls out and falls to your side. You both breathe out with your mouths dry and skin slick with sweat as you stare up at the bedsheet lined fort ceiling covered in string lights.

Elliot sits up to lazily grab the blunt from the tray, accidentally brushing past one of the fort supports. He pauses for a moment, before exhaling and lying back, taking a drag before handing it to you, smiling.

𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 !𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨. 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧.

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𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: after months of back and forth flirting sasha and dominic finally decide to give in to eachother’s desires.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: smut (minors dni!!), sexual acts, intoxication, praise kink-ish??, masturbation (fem receiving).

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: this is an excerpt from my wp story!! (my main wp acc: imsorrywrongnumber) sorry if the smut is mid, this was the first one i’ve ever written!! 

𝒘𝒄: 2.1k

After several more bottles of wine and a raucous rendition of Happy Birthday, Sasha realized she had left her lipstick in one of the rooms aboard the yacht.

"Damn, I left my lipstick in the stateroom," she said, pouting. "I'll be right back." 

As she started to walk away, Dominic offered to come with her. 

They walked towards the stateroom together, their steps slightly unsteady from the booze. As they entered the room, Sasha began rifling through her bag for the lipstick.

Dominic sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as she searched for her lipstick. He could feel the alcohol beginning to loosen his inhibitions, making him bolder than usual. 

As Sasha continued to rummage through her bag, Dominic couldn't help but admire the way her hips swayed as she moved. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the chain on her waist, gently pulling her towards him.

Sasha stumbled slightly as Dominic pulled her towards him, but quickly regained her balance. She let out a soft gasp as she found herself suddenly standing between his legs, his grip on moving off the chain and to her waist, holding her in place.

Dominic looked up at her from his seated position on the bed, his eyes roaming over her figure in the dress.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol.

Sasha felt a shiver run through her at his words, her heart skipping a beat.

"I know I am... You're not so bad to look at either," she replied, her fingers resting on his shoulders to keep her balance.

Dominic chuckled, his hands moving to rest on her hips as he pulled her closer to him. "I'm glad you think so." He said, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. "You have no idea how hard it's been to keep my hands off you all night," he said, his eyes fixated on her lips.

Sasha's breath hitched at his words, her pulse quickening. She felt the heat of his gaze on her lips, her own eyes dropping to his lips as well. "Who says you have to keep your hands off me?", her voice coming out huskier than normal.

Dominic's eyes darkened at her words, his grip on her hips tightening even more. He pulled her down, making her straddle him as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Is that an invitation?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Sasha's breath caught in her throat as she found herself straddling him, her body pressed tightly against his. She could feel the heat emanating from him, his hands burning against her skin where they rested on her hips.

"Maybe," she whispered, her lips inches from his. Dominic's gaze flicked from her eyes to her lips and back again, his expression hunger.

"Maybe?" he repeated, his thumbs tracing small circles on her hip bone. "Imma need a more definite answer than that."

Sasha could feel her heart racing, the tension between them thick in the air.

"Fine," she murmured, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. "It's definitely an invitation."

Dominic didn't wait any longer. He leaned in, claiming her lips in a heated and demanding kiss. His hands moved from her hips to her thighs, pulling her closer as he kissed her hungrily.

Sasha melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with just as much passion. Her body felt like it was on fire, every inch of her hyper-aware of his touch. She could feel his hand slide into her hair, tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck.

Dominic's mouth moved from her lips to her jawline, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone. He nibbled and sucked at her skin, leaving small marks on her throat as he went. His hands roamed over her body, mapping out every curve and contour through the fabric of her dress.

Sasha let out a soft gasp at the feel of his mouth on her neck, her hands gripping his shoulders. She could feel the heat pooling in her stomach as his hands continued to explore her body, the alcohol and adrenaline combining to make her feel lightheaded and giddy.

Dominic pulled her body flush against his, gripping her thighs tightly. He could feel her heart racing, their chests pressed together as he continued to kiss and bite at her neck.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he mumbled against her skin. Sasha let out a shuddering breath, her body arching involuntarily at his words.

"And you have no idea how long I've wanted you to do this," she replied, her fingers trailing down to the edge of his shirt, tugging at it impatiently.

Dom chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. He lifted his arms, allowing her to pull his shirt off. She tossed it on the floor, her hands roaming over his bare chest. His own hands found her thighs, rubbing up and down her skin.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, heated kiss.

Sasha melted against him, her body responding to his touch. She could feel his pulse matching her own as their mouths moved together.

She was completely lost in him, her whole world narrowing down to the sensations he was causing in her body. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, his body pinning hers against the mattress. He hovered over her, taking in the sight of her sprawled out beneath him. Her eyes darkened with desire as her lips parted and her lips red and swollen from his kisses. 

Dom's gaze roamed over her body, a hungry look in his eyes. He lowered his head, pressing kisses to her neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at her skin. His hand moved up her thigh, his touch leaving a trail of heat on her skin. One hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb tracing idle patterns against her skin as his other hand moved down to her thigh, sliding the hem of her dress up higher until it was off her body.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful" he groans, tracing his finger over her bra. 

His hands move to unclasp it, but pauses, waiting for her permission. Which Sasha grants without a second thought. Once he removed it he admired her body by peppering kisses across her chest, while his hand moved up her thigh. 

Sasha gasps as she feels his hand on her bare skin, her legs instinctively parting to give him better access. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, her own skin feeling feverish and sensitive. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she arched into him.

Sasha let out a whimper, her head falling back against the mattress. She could feel her body responding to his touch, her hips involuntarily rolling against him, seeking more friction. Her fingers ran through his hair, clinging to him desperately.

Dominic could feel her body writhe beneath him, and it only heightened his own desire. He shifted his body weight, pressing himself more firmly against her. His hand moved further up her thigh, brushing against the edge of her underwear.

Sasha gasps at the feel of his hand so close to such an intimate place, her body arching towards him instinctively. She could feel the heat pooling in her belly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. 

"Dominic," she whispered desperately, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Dominic lifted his head, his gaze locking with hers. He could see the heady mix of desire and need in her eyes, and it only fueled his own hunger. He moved his hand to the waistband of her underwear, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric.

Sasha's breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed against her most sensitive spots, her eyes closing momentarily at the sensation. She could feel her body responding to his touch, the heat between her legs growing more and more.

"Please," she gasped, her hips rolling against his hand.

Dominic's gaze darkened at the sound of her pleading, his breathing got heavier. He could feel how wet she was, and it only aroused him even more. His fingers moved expertly, circling and rubbing against her folds just the right way to make her gasp and moan.

Sasha's grip on his shoulders tightened, her fingers digging into his skin as he worked her body. She could feel the tension building inside her, her body arching upwards as she panted with need.

"Don't stop," she managed to gasp out, her eyes meeting his, pleading.

Dominic chuckled, his gaze fixated on her face as he continued to finger her.

"I don't plan on stopping." His fingers moved more insistently, his touch more confident and demanding.

He could see her body responding to him, her breathing becoming erratic and her eyes rolling back in her head.

Sasha's body was coiled tightly now, every muscle tense as she was on the verge of release. His touch was skillful and determined, and it was quickly driving her towards the brink. She felt like she was spiraling out of control, her mind was clouded with pleasure.

"Oh god, Dominic," she moaned, her hands clawing at his shoulders as he removed her underwear completely. 

She gasped as she felt him replacing his fingers with himself, her body tensing at the sudden invasion. Dominic groaned at the feel of her around him, his eyes closing momentarily as he struggled to control himself. He knew he had to give her time to adjust.

Sasha could feel herself stretching to fit him, her body thrumming with pleasure and a hint of pain. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her body arching up towards him as she adjusted to his size.

Dominic's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. He could feel her body surrounding him, and it was almost too much for him to bear. He wanted to take her rough and fast, but he forced himself to hold back, to give her time to adjust.

"You feel so good, Sasha" he gritted out, his voice rough with need.

Sasha felt a shiver run through her at his words, her body clenching involuntarily around him. She could feel the tension coiled tight within her, each movement of their bodies driving her closer to the edge. She could feel his restraint, his body tense with the effort of holding back, and she knew he was struggling just as much as she was.

"Don't hold back," she gasped, her hands sliding down to his back.

He wanted to take her hard and fast, but he knew he needed to be gentle with her.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," Sasha gasped out, her fingernails digging into his back. "I want you, all of you. Don't hold back." Her body was arching up towards him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

Dominic's control finally snapped at her words. He moved forward, his body pinning hers to the bed as he began to move within her. He was rougher now, his movements frantic and desperate. He couldn't hold back any longer, his desire taking over completely.

Sasha moaned as he took her, her body arching up towards him as he moved to a faster pace. She was completely lost in him, her thoughts clouded with pleasure and need. She clawed at his back, her nails leaving trails of red marks on his skin. 

Sasha became a mess as her body coiled tighter and tighter as she neared the edge.

Dominic felt his release building rapidly, his body driving into hers relentlessly. He was lost in her, he couldn't think of anything except the pleasure coursing through him. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a rough, messy kiss, practically swallowing her moans.

"Dominic, I'm so close, please," she pleaded, her voice shaking.

Dominic could feel her body clenching around him, her release nearing rapidly. He could feel his orgasm building, his body taut. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in quick, firm circles. 

Sasha cried out as her body shook around him, her release hitting her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure washing over her as she spiraled out of control.

Dominic grunted as he pulled out just in time, his release following almost immediately. He collapsed onto the bed, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her as they both gasped for air.