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findingnemosworld · 7 months ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭 (𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞).

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐨𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!!!

He'd been a frequent visitor of her home for as long as he could remember, the pair had grown up together with overbearing fathers whom had laid out their careers for them and with that common ground, they'd been able to establish a strong bond which had lasted for the better part of twenty years; now, at age twenty two and twenty three respectively, they were definitely past the thin line of friendship yet neither of them wished to admit it, until ...

During the rare occasions in which they were both free of their respective obligations to their careers, they find themselves back in their old hometown, reminiscing of their joyous memories buried underneath the rubble of the strict regime they had to follow as children, however today was not one of those days, it'd been three years since her father's passing; her mother had decided on selling the house to move to her home country, and to do that she'd asked her to look through her old belongings to see if there was anything she could give away or discard altogether, and Dominik, who'd found himself free of any plans had offered to help her, believing it'll be a simple task, that was until ... he saw the boxes.

He chuckles, "Jesus baba, how many boxes do you have?"

She shot him a deadly yet playful glare, "I'm not the one who volunteered, so you can go if you want to."

"Come on," he scoffs, gently nudging her shoulder. "I'm joking."

They pull out the first few boxes, sorting through the old items that seemed well enough to donate, along with the items she would discard and halfway through their assortments, Dominik pulls out a box that was labeled '𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴', "What's this?" he asks.

Her eyes gloss over to the box he was holding, and a broad smile appears across her lips. "It's a box of my old games, I had a few consoles that I liked to play with, sort of a precursor to becoming a game developer." she giggles.

Dominik chuckles, opening the box to check the consoles that ranged from the old PlayStation model, the portable PlayStation -however there was one console that immediately captured his attention- "Hold on!" he exclaims pulling out the colorful console, "You had the Atari Touch Me!!" he adds in complete surprise.

"Yeah, ..." she nods, a nostalgic smile appears across her lips. "It was a gift from my uncle, I played with that thing every night during summer."

"How come you never showed it to me?" he wonders.

"It never came up," she shrugs before adding with a nonchalant tone, "I don't even think it works."

Dominik pressed the on/off switch, which triggered the console to make a sound, "Oh I think it does ..." he states.

She shuffles closer to him, "Holy shit!" she whispers.

Dominik grows silent for a brief moment, contemplating if he was ready to finally confess what he had been harboring for the past twenty years, the fact of the matter is -he loved her, and it wasn't a friendly, platnoic kind of love- no, it was the kind of love that made a human feel lighter, through all the ups and downs he had ever experienced, he knew that he could always lean on her and she'd never judge him, whenever he felt suffocated by his father, the window to her bedroom was always open for him to climb into and she'd let him rest his head on her lap, listening to him ramble on while she gently caressed his hair.

Yes, he was known as the flirt of his football club. The one who had every girl begging to get a chance with him. Yet all he wanted ... was a chance with her.

"Domi!" her cheerful voice managed to interrupt his train of thoughts, as she adds with an excited tone, "You wanna play?"

He nods, with a soft smile. "Sure!"

A competitive air enveloped them as they traded roles in playing with the console, every now and then, she'd throw teasing taunts to which he responds to in kind, however she seemed oblivious to the way he was looking at her, his eyes, which were usually full of warmth and love were now full of love laced with something entirely different, a sense of longing mixed with lust, the need to feel every single inch of her, the mere thought sent blood rushing straight to his cock, in turn causing a soft grunt to escape his lips.

The sound had captured her attention, causing her to look up in confusion, "Are you oka-?" she was interrupted halfway as he closed the distance between them with a searing passionate kiss that took her completely by surprise.

The kiss had lasted for about a minute before he pulls away, exhaling slowly. "I ...." he began, unable to form a single word.

"What was that?" she whispers softly.

"Baba I ..." he began before chuckling breathlessly, "I should have told you a long time ago, but everytime I tried to ... I become tonguetied, I lose all sense of speech, and think that I'm better off not telling you because if I do tell you then I'm gonna end up losing you and I don't want to lose you, because you're my best friend, you're ... you're my person." he sighs.

"Domi ..." she interjects, taking his hand. "Slow down ... what are you trying to say?"

Dominik inhales then exhales a deep breath before he looks at her with softness in his eyes, "I love you baba, I've been in love with you since I was six, and yes I'm crazy ..." he laughs, "But the fact is, I've been in love with you this whole time, ever since you smiled at me and let me paint with you."

"I ... How is that ...? Why didn't you tell me?" she asks, confused as she tries to think back to the moments they spent together.

"I told you." he sighs, with a defeated puppy-like look. "I was scared of losing you, and let me say I wanted to beat up every single boyfriend you've ever had."

Her brow arched in amusement as she reminds him, "You almost beat up Andras!"

"Ok I almost did but that's not the point ...." he shrugs before leaning closer, trailing one of his digits across her cheekbone. "The point is ..." he whispers hoarsely. "I am done hiding my feelings, I am done pretending like I don't want to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name."

Her eyes widen, and a flush of rosé coats her cheeks. "Oh?"

"Baba," he rests his forehead on hers, "Please, ..." he whispers, gulping before he adds. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels this ... don't break my heart."

"Domi ..." she murmurs. "I ..." she paused, "I never thought you felt something for me, I figured you liked all the other girls that flocked your way," she smiled softly then added. "I thought that I was just your best friend."

"Oh baba!" he sighs, cradling her face in his hand. "You are more, so much more than that." he pressed his lips onto hers. "You're my person, you're ... you're my soulmate."

She exhales a soft breath before her gaze flickers towards her old bed, "We have about two hours before my mom comes back," she whispers.

He grins, "Let's put these two hours into good use!"

They stride towards her bed, diving deep into the ocean of pure and uncontrollable passion -the kind of passion that had them stripping their clothing in a rush just to feel their bare skin, to become one with the other- he takes his time admire every curve of her body, the nights in which he'd imagine her in bed with him paled in comparison to the very real moment that they were engaged in, "Fuck me ... you're beautiful!" he whispers, pressing featherlight kisses to her shoulder which elicited breathy moans from her. "So beautiful!" he murmurs.

Every nerve of her body was set ablaze by the intoxicating combination of his callous digits along with his lips, "Dominik." she whimpers.

"I've waited so long, so long ..." he sighs, his lips trailing downwards from her the column of her neck down to her collarbone and onto her chest, his lips wrap around her right nipple whilst his digits toyed with the left one, eliciting a melodious symphony of moans from her lips. "I've stayed awake wondering how you'd feel underneath my fingertips, how you'd taste and my fantasies are now a reality, ..." he murmurs in awe, "You are magnificent baba!" he praised, pressing more featherlight kisses down across her abdomen before he nestled his head between her thighs, spreading them apart. "I want to worship you!"

Before she could utter a response, his tongue licked a long and lesiure strip from her clit down to her pussy drawing out a soft yet audible whine from her, "Oh Fuck!" her slender digits grip the bedsheets underneath her.

"Just like honey ..." he grunts, aroused by her scent. "I don't think I'm going to stop and ..." he trails off, looking up at her with half lidded eyes. "I don't plan on stopping."

He buried his tongue deep into the warmth of her walls, whilst his thumb rubbed gentle circles to stimulate her clit drawing out more and more moans from her, "Fuck ..." she whines, "Just like that ... Oh god, Oh ..." she whimpers biting her lip.

Her voice served to encourage him to up his speed, his tongue darting in a rapid motion inside of her walls whilst his thumb rubbed her clit rather viciously causing her muscles to clench around his tongue which in turn elicited a guttural groan deep from within.

"Fuck!" she cried, "Dominik I ... I'm close, I think I'm gonna -OH MY GOD!" her back arched as she felt the wave of euphoria envelope every inch of her body and in turn elicit the loudest groan from Dominik which seemed to vibrate back into her body eliciting a whine from her. "Fuck ... fuck, Oh fuck!"

He'd crossed the path of being gentle, and was now a man feasting as though she was his very last meal, a few minutes in and he pulls back, the hunger still evident in his eyes. "You're my favorite meal!" he whispers, crawling back to look her in the eye, "Mine ..." he grunts, pressing his lips entirely onto hers, "Mine, all mine ..."

The possessive undertone in his voice drew out a whimper from her, "Yours!" she replies softly, kissing him in return. "Forever ..."

One of his hands slips down to spread her thighs apart whilst the other sinks into her silken locks, "Mine ..." he growls, gently teasing her clit with the tip of his cock before lowering himself further to bury himself deep into her walls. "Jesus," he buries his face in the column of her neck, "It's like your pussy was made for me."

"I love you ..." she breathed out, her hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. "I love you Dominik Szoboszlai ..."

His heart leaps with warmth laced with joy, "I love you too." he pressed a kiss to her shoulder and sighed, "I love you too Y/N Y/L/N."

He pushed his hips against hers, wrapping one arm around her waist, gently lifting her body up to his. "From this day forward, it's gonna be you and me baba, you and me ..." he whispers, peppering the column of her neck with featherlight kisses and bites. "You and me baby."

"You and me," she repeats.

The bed creaks beneath them, the room became enveloped with their searing passion which they'd withheld for quite some time. "Fuck baba ... you're squeezing my cock." he grunts, lifting his head to press his lips onto hers, "Such a good girl," he cooed softly, "Such a good girl."

"Dominik," she whines, pulling him closer. "I'm gonna cum." she murmurs.

"Yeah?" he murmured in return, smiling softly. "You're gonna cum for me, you're gonna cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

"Oh my god ... Dominik." she moans hotly, her legs wrapping around his torso.

"That's it!" he grunts, holding her tightly. "Cum for me, cum for me baby."

She pressed her lips over his, feeling her muscles tense once again as another orgasm washes over her. "Fuck fuck ..." she whines.

Shortly after, she felt his cock twitch before a surge of warmth coats her walls eliciting a whine from her.

"Are you ...?" he asks hoarsely.

"Yeah, I'm on the pill." she waves off his concern, "Jesus, ..." her back arched.

Once they ride off their high, he collapses next to her then pulls her on top of him murmuring, "I should have taken the chance earlier but my god, this was amazing."

She curls up close, resting her head on his chest. "It was." she admits, a breathless giggle escapes her as she adds. "Dominik."

"Yeah?" he replies softly.

"Should we take the Atari with us back to Liverpool?" she wonders with an amused tone.

Doiminik chuckles, "Considering it lead us to finally unleash what we've been holding back for so long, you bet we're taking it with us, because after every round, I'm gonna play with you just like the Atari and trust me when I say," he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, "I'm gonna win every round."

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joaofelix70 · 1 year ago

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MISS DIPLOMAT & MR. CHARMING |

dominik szoboszlai x female reader.

author's note: this handsome man's living rent-free in my head. he's a freaking masterpiece. talented, funny, charismatic, attractive. i watched interviews, tiktok videos made by supporters and much more to understand a little bit of his language, personality and what he does towards friends and loved ones. laughed a lot! i made my homework as a writer, hope you enjoy it! (compliments and any kind of retributions are more than welcomed).

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

words and characters: 1,811/11,223. it was three days working too hard on this story. i'm begging for your consideration, lol.

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sports diplomacy: it's the unique power of sport to bring people, nations, and communities closer together via a shared love of physical pursuits. this responsibility is the reason of a transition between strangers to connected individuals, advancing foreign policy goals and augmenting sport for development initiatives. the complex landscape where sport, politics, and diplomacy overlap become clearer, as do the pitfalls of using sport as a tool for overcoming and mediating separation between people, nonstate actors, and states. the power of sport has never been more important. so far, the 21st century has been dominated by disintegration, introspection, and the retreat of the nation-state from the globalization agenda. in such an environment, scholars, students, and practitioners of international relations are beginning to rethink how sport might be used to tackle climate change, gender inequality, and the united nations sustainable development goals, for example. to boost these integrative, positive efforts is to focus on the means as well as the ends, that is, the diplomacy, plural networks, and processes involved in the role sport can play in tackling the monumental traditional and human security challenges of our time. credits: international studies association and oxford university press.

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MLSZ (hungarian football federation) ──

new training ground at telki.

"i can't believe that being in places like this made up my most theoretically utopian childhood dreams. what a progress in front of me!" you still witness exciting moments where you pinch yourself, trying to believe in the reality that surrounds you: visiting the new training center of the players who are just a few meters away from you, getting ready to represent an entire country.

"your presence is our privilege. a voice of the spread of eurocup to our nation, right here…" the technical director gives you deference, obtaining a measure of humbleness and respect by you.

"the honor belongs to me in its entirety. grateful for having me, sir. while the view is immersive and captivating — my fervent congratulations to everyone involved — could we retreat from the pleasant glass-enclosed room and see everything closer, on the outside? please? i will never get used to this atmosphere." you pour politeness and charisma to the staffs around you, being directed to the proximity of the field and saluting the employees who pass through your path.

meet dominik — your szobo — instigates the nostalgic combination of detailed moments in which your thoughts display as photographic retrospectives. you're incapable to oppose the little enthusiastic laughs, fidgeting the rings between your fingers and avoiding possible suspicious glances from others. however, for you, this wouldn't actually work. the lives of you both are correlated, but different.

the training session is finished. clapping your hands and celebrating the performances, you greet the athletes and recognize some familiar people. nevertheless, reality slows down after those dark woody eyes capture through your soul. his arms tattoos are glorified by the sun's rays, the same illuminated smile is offered to you: that one you got during the very first time you saw him — instantly knowing he made you testimony the accuracy of freedom, catharsis and emotional amorous complement. that he'd be the one to introduce you what you never experienced, what you thought you'd never receive or deserve. what love truly is. when you were novices in your actual professions, not even imagining the future gifts of your unreal purposes.

"there you are!" intimately, dominik points at you, being reciprocated by vibrant nods and your old sort of secret — not that mysterious or serious — handshake. "még mindig emlékszel rá? (still remembering it?). you're a real one!"

"hogy tudnám elfelejteni? alábecsülsz engem. (how could i forget it? you're underestimating me)". your defensive actions demonstrate purposeful falseness. masking any sensitive, verbal or figurative communicative fragment from him is a difficulty that makes you give in over time. honestly, you never complain about this. it's like he wants to understand the factors and layers of you.

"a te kézfogás fickó. ne merészelj lecserélni engem. (your handshake man… don't you dare to replace me)". a shameless wink is send to you, butterflies acquiring space in your stomach.

"és hivatalosan is a szavamat adom rá. (and you officially have my word on it)." your gloss is pigmented against your fingers while you raise it up, displaying an oath, wondering if szoboszlai comprehends that his replacement in your life would be blasphemous.

"diplomata kisasszony, (miss diplomat)…" the hungarian fingerprints are shared and you recognize the sign to hold them, ready to perform your typical fashion icon moment. "gorgeous as always. go ahead! you know what to do!".

amusement surrounds you with the nickname's citation. although, you could feel some curious glances, from the outsiders, about the intimacy between you and him. "i appreciate, our top-class national bless…" you move your body in rotations to exclaim the outfit's characteristics, lifting your feet to show off the specificities of your heels. "how is your hair so well-groomed after sweating, though?" your arms cross and you raise an eyebrow in questioning, trying to hide your fascination.

"thank you, my number-one fan, but don't change the subject. finish our inside joke, c'mon!" dominik grabs his water bottle and spreads the cooling liquid on his forehead, wiping the glowing droplets across his face as he lifted his jersey high enough to exhibits his fortified abs.

your attention is directed to any surrounding scenery, throat being piked. szoboszlai pretends he doesn't notice, preventing to embarrass you.

"alright, alright! you've won, bájos úr… (mr. charming)". your final comment escapes as, practically, a whisper. you can't control the shy laughter, coupled with the considerable redness invading your cheeks.

"that's the secret to make my day!" using his tongue to reproduce a sharp noise, he matches your humorous reactions. "would you like me to show you the infrastructure changes? i'm just gonna take a shower!"

"i've already been granted a tour around here, but in case you insist…" during the dialogue, some athletes cross your space, wishing them good luck for the competition. your concentration on the activity is significant, at the point that dominik's silent admiration goes unnoticed.

"i mean, you know me! i'm gonna insist anyway, so…" he reaches your captivity, bringing you jollification.

"i'll rate you as a personal tour guide. now, go there!" jesting each other, you both exchange exaggerated reverences, like a challenge of who makes the most chaotic one.

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walking around the area, various subjects are explored, informations entrusted. you ask and are updated about his ethereal younger sister.

portraits of the generations are framed. you magnifies his presence in celebratory pictures, dedicated to find him in the memories and achievements on that wall. pride shines from you and the hungarian finds it lovely.

"you know i'm a sucker for accents… they're much more than mere verbal characteristics, they're stories: life experiences, marks and scars. identities and cultural integrations." the topic is random. through generalized opinions, you're explaining conceptions and dominik is retaining mental observations. he exalts every scrap of your identity, like a faithful worshiper.

"basically, you're admitting being enchanted by my accent. i can see the stars in your eyes. a win is a win!" szoboszlai and his frequent attribute to physical touch, tickling your ears and playing with them. it doesn't bother you, actually: adoring the affection exuded by you and him. you feel like a little girl dealing with your one and only love.

"it's beautiful, how can you blame me? and hey, i know mine's making you grin too." he holds your arm, shivers running down your spine, the two of you being euphoric in the midst of your own enthusiasm.

"putting me against the wall? okay, hum… what were you saying before?" he's changing the subject and you have a natural wit to boo him. lifting his shoulders as a surrender, the hungarian focuses on the specific loose strands of his simple bracelet, which you get used to help him tie it again, willingly.

"trying to avoid the truth? fine! let me take care of you while i talk about my admiration towards globalization and communication. like, with every fiber of me…" you accept the conversation's direction and utter a 'voilà' towards the accessory's new appearance.

"that's why you're the best person i've ever seen doing this job." dominik compliments you, an act full of honesty.

"thanks a lot, mate. but which job? as your bracelet helper or my real one?" you provide tenderness, looking amused.

"i mean… both of them." szoboszlai chuckles, revealing courtesy by your continuous helpfulness.

"literally? because i know you know a lot of people. you're so young and already is the national team's captain." you nudge him in a form of tease. he's a starboy, it's undeniable.

"flattered! literally, thought. you were born for this, believe me." vulnerability collides to you, as his words are deliberated: emotions embracing you and warming your insides.

"dominik szoboszlai, my dear friend, you're gonna make me cry, right here. i'm sorry, i need to do it…"

innocent satisfaction builds strength over you and executes unthought-of approach to the tangibility of your gratitude — his colony enrapturing your sensitive olfaction — in the most out-of-control way. the sounds reach your hearing: a choir of angels singing hallelujah. he reciprocates the contact, laughing at your juvenile excitement. joining him and doing the same thing, harmonizing the triumph. in the separation of the touch, you both remain close to each other and the hungarian doesn't miss the opportunity to feel the softness of your side face, caressing the skin. appreciation and satisfaction invade your structure, delighting on the palm of his hand.

"just a dear friend? why are we pretending all this time?" dominik's reading you. the intimidation at the sight of him overhanging you is paralyzing. you don't usually back down, but in that instant — superior than your most repressed desires — your gasps are escaped.

"who is putting who against the wall now?" insisting and failing on your witty answers, shyness and uncertainty corrodes you.

"please, look at me! i'm not kidding anymore." his voice is questioning, intrigued — contradictorily vulnerable and calm — your rationality being fragmented, fragile.

"you know i'm not the kind of woman you're surrounding by, domi. i'm not an influencer, bikini model. i'm not a public figure. i don't live for the cameras and gossip platforms. i live to work hard. i didn't achieve any of this with some type of perk. my routine and your routine are based on traveling..." who could deny it? szoboszlai's always been all that you see. it's much more than a mere passion. your attraction to him is magnetic, intense, vivid. consequently, terrifying.

"i'm just asking for a chance, (your nickname). i don't lie when i say i've never met someone like you. i may be surrounded by a crowd and you'll still be the one to steal my attention, because nobody compares to you."

your eyelids are closed and the exhalation of his sigh penetrates your lungs with the numbing breath of life you've never experienced before. it's happening: the rare situation where thinking carefully about the pros and cons is unworthy, dumbness. your decision is made and the privilege's resolution unify your lips. the beginning demonstrates slowness and patience — the intensification through the concluded wait of the longed-for reality, transforming light and magical kisses into open mouths discovering each other and witnessing the endearment that both offer — hairs, necks, shoulders and waists captured.

"you're the first to create a meaningful presence in my mind and heart. i want you to be the last one too. i love you, kincs (my treasure). i'm finally brave enough to demonstrate it with no fears." dominik's forearm covers your upper torso. your back against his chest, noses resting on each others. rejoicing at the miraculous, incomparable circumstance.

"i love you, drágám (my precious). you're finally mine and it was so fucking worth waiting." his whisper: the living proof of celestial existence.

"how blessed we are…" intertwined bodies, coalesced essences. solitary melodies turning into the sweetest and most complete symphony.

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footballffbarbiex · 8 days ago

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When World's Collide.

another of my "need to get these thoughts out" kinda blurbs.

idk if anyone is even still into this pairing but I am so idgaf. enjoy. (and yes, I already know where this is gonna go for a proper full length smut, should it be wanted)

warnings: restraints, teasing. full piece warnings may include and more may be added: restraints, teasing, edging, oral (m+f), fingering, threat of breeding, threesome, protected sex, dirty talk, size kink, praise.

A/N: I realise the tone of this may seem...a little non consensual, but I assure you it is. lets just say, she has an agreement between them for FWB and has previously divulged that she would have a threesome with the two of them. there's only so much back story I can try to slip into this snippet for context. but it's fully consensual. don't come for me.

"Shh, shh, shhhhh," Trent hums as you begin to tug at the restraints. his lips are against your ear as he whispers the instruction, with one finger pressing against your own lips as another silent command.

you hadn't felt him climb onto the bed, but the heat from his body tells you that he's not simply standing at the side of it, he's right there next to you. had you fallen asleep and not noticed him do so? no, you're certain you'd remember waking up at least.

"did you think we'd forgotten about you?" he asks, the tip of his nose rubbing against your cheek and you inhale the smell of his aftershave.

we?

"aww, you did, didn't you?" the voice hadn't come from Trent and against your better judgement, your head snaps to the side it came from to try and see him. the fabric covering your eyes annoys you now more than ever, the feel of it each time you move your eyes, your eyelashes fluttering against it makes you want to rip the eye mask off even more.

your body reacts and he laughs. "oh baby, if you're like this now before I've even touched you..." the voice trails off ever so quietly and you now feel another dip on the mattress. you'd know that unmistakable voice anywhere, and your pussy clenches at the sound of it as images of the two of them looking down at your body in such way leaves you feeling a mess.

"you liked the gift that I left for you, I see..." Dominik's voice sounds again and it's only now that you realise the underwear that you're wearing wasn't left by Trent like you'd initially thought.

"the gift that you..." you repeated to yourself out loud and he chuckles.

"what did you think was going to happen when you were playing us off against each other?" Dom's voice is closer now and a hand from the side of you where he seems closest traces gently over your leg. your instinct is to pull it away but those delicate touches turn harsher as his hand holds your leg in place.

"I don't know what you mean," you try and bluff but it sounds every bit the lie it is.

you hear the movements as much as you feel them; the footsteps, the way the mattress dips under the weight of another, the rattle of the handcuffs against the frame as his body jolts yours and finally the feel of the eye mask being tore away from your face. the sudden brightness of the room makes you squint, even though it's dimly lit from what you'd set up earlier.

Dom's face looks equally as annoyed as Trent's as you look between them. "you don't know what I mean?" Dom asks, tone just as pissed as his expression. "so you didn't say to me earlier how you'd be interested to see what pretty little noises you'd make while gagging on his cock if I fucked you?"

before you have chance to reply or really react, Trent intersects "or how you said to me that I'd find you here and that if I didn't want to walk in on Dom filling up your pussy instead of me, then I'd better get here quickly otherwise I'd be forced to watch how to really get you off?"

"Oh is that what she said?" Dom asks Trent, momentarily forgetting what they were doing, with genuine interest and changes his expression to one of pride. "Anyway, it sounds like you invited us both here for this." Dom turns back to you, and the hand which had gripped your leg begins to move gently once more, exploring over your thigh from your knee to the hem of the underwear. "and you're laid out like a fucking gift to be taken."

"sounds like the two of you have an ego clash and are now here to make a point." you backchat, trying to ignore the way your pussy reacts to having his fingers so dangerously close to the two points that you'd love nothing more than for him to touch.

"I'm not here to make a point princess, I'm here to prove your point." Dom grins.

you hate that he knows your body so well. you know that he's capable of bringing you to an orgasm quickly and earth shatteringly. he's spent hours getting to know what you like, what you love and mastering it all. Trent can bring out the best - and worst of your desires - in you, but Dom brings a whole new meaning to worship. your body knows his touch, knows what it's capable of and acts on its own accord, tilting your hips towards him pleadingly.

"look at you, so needy." Trent tuts, his dark eyes seem darker as lust glazes them.

"is this what you wanted?" Dom asks, sitting beside you now as his fingers stroke gently over your covered pussy. you buck beneath his touch, silently trying to manoeuvre his fingers to where your clit is.

ah ah ah, they both seem to mutter, forcing you to clench your teeth and wait impatiently. both had very different styles when it came to being with you, leaving you wondering how they would work together.

"spread your legs wider," Trent instructs and you do so, not wanting to give them reason to edge you. "it's a nice set," Trent says, running a finger over the cup of your bra, taking in the way it hugs your body in the way it should.

"what can I say?" Dom begins, circling his finger over your clit until it makes you whimper. he adjusts himself and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lower abdomen, across to your hip, grazing your skin with his facial hair as he presses a kiss to the top of your thigh and playfully nips at the inside of it before you feel the heat from his mouth over your clothed slit, "I have excellent taste."

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jsprnt · 8 months ago

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gifting your boyfriend flowers because he deserves them

dominik szoboszlai x reader

A/N: based on this request! loved writing this 🫶

W/C: 1.543

your eyes dart from flower to flower. your senses are almost overwhelmed with all types of floral scents as you stand in your local florist shop. pondering over which flowers your boyfriend would love.

you fidget with the small booklet in your hand, flipping through the pages. the symbolism of all different types of flowers written in it.

you read the names and meanings, mentally remembering the options you think will fit together nicely. although, red roses are beautiful and romantic, you wanted to go with something more special. you wanted to put a little more effort in to convey your feelings perfectly.

you adjust your bag, it slung over your shoulders. you had just left work a couple minutes ago, immediately driving to the florist down the block.

you wanted to gift your boyfriend flowers. mostly, because he'd always given you flowers. whether it was a special occasion or not. he would do anything to see a smile forming on your beautiful face. it made him feel warm and fuzzy, his heart almost leaping out of his chest as you showed him how happy you were.

he'd just come back from international break. you were super bummed out about the fact that you couldn't go. so, you kept being a supportive partner and watched every one of his games. you were so proud. he scored in both matches, and you felt like he needed to be shown some love and appreciation for his hard work.

you had read the text messages he sent you earlier. he told you he had landed safely and arrived home already. which made you very eager to get home and back into his muscular arms.

after a good ten minutes of pondering and asking questions to the sweet lady who owns the shop. you finally land on a bouquet of tulips, wax flowers, and carnations. all symbolizing deep love, luck and fascination.

you watch the florist combine the flowers into a gorgeous bouquet. you thank her after paying, walking out of the shop satisfied.

your mind begins wondering to how your boyfriend is going to react to being the one receiving the flowers this time. you step into your car, placing the bouquet on the passenger's seat and begin driving.

you arrive home fairly fast and park your car quickly. you dig your hands into your pocket, grabbing your keys, and enter your home.

it's quiet when you step inside. there is no actual sign dominik is home, except the fact that his black puffer jacket was hung up on the coat hanger.

you can almost predict he's sitting on the couch, playing a game on the PlayStation. he loved playing cod, the game was very violent in nature, but it was his favorite way to cope with his stress and worries. especially, when you cuddled up next to him or on his lap.

when he was away for days, he craved pressing sweet kisses on your face. he adored wrapping an arm around you, loving the way your skin felt on his.

you take your jacket off, hanging it up, and place your bag on the kitchen island. you look around carefully, looking for dominik.

you hold the pretty bouquet behind your back, confused when you don't spot him in the living room. you decide to take your chances and walk upstairs.

you frown as you can't hear a single indication he's home, so you wander into your shared bedroom. you peek your head inside, stepping through the doorway.

you jump back suddenly when a pink bouquet of tulips is shoved into your surprised face. you gasp in disbelief, eyes widening.

you look up from the gorgeous flowers, making eye contact with your sweet boyfriend. a smile plastered on his face, his hair a damp, wavy mess.

"hi, szerelmem.." (my love)

he says, voice thick with emotion and love. he leans down, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone and pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips.

you reach up to clutch his white t-shirt, pulling him closer to yourself. his beard scratches against your skin, but that's the least of your worries. the feeling of kissing your boyfriend after so many days apart is the only thing on your mind.

his hand with the bouquet inches behind your back. the soft rustling of both bouquets when they touch peeks his interest. he hums against your lips for a moment, pulling away.

"what do you have behind your back?"

he asks, moving his head to take a look.

you tighten your grip on the flowers, smiling at the fact that you'd both thought of gifting each other flowers.

you slowly reveal the custom-made bouquet to him. a huge smile forming on his handsome face.

"What are these for, szívem?" (my heart)

you didn't know his smile could get any wider, but he proves you wrong when you watch him cheese and melt over how cute you are.

"I thought it would be romantic.."

you answer, grinning from ear to ear. both bouquets held up next to each other.

he chuckles, pulling you close again and planting a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. your eyes flutter at the gesture, and you scrunch your nose after.

"you're cute, so cute.."

he mumbles, watching you reach up. you run a hand through his damp hair, messy waves sitting on top of his head. indicating he just got out of the shower.

your favorite look on him, by far.

"Let's put them in vases?"

you suggest, making him nod. the both of you walking towards the kitchen to prep the flowers for the vases.

you both settle on the couch after a while, both bouquets sitting in their separate vase, on the coffee table for now.

dominik grabs you by your waist, guiding you to sit on his lap. you do, without hesitation, wrapping your arms around him.

"don't you want to tell me which flowers you got me, édesem?" (honey)

you nod eagerly, ready to describe the meaning of each flower. wanting to tell him how much effort you put into assembling the flowers.

"Okay, so the pink tulips- you already know that one. it means- deep love and affection.."

you begin rambling, unbeknownst to you. he doesn't stop you, though. his hands run up and down your thighs, listening intently to your voice, a sound he couldn't get enough of.

you don't notice the look he's giving you, too occupied with your story, but he's absolutely hypnotized by your beauty.

how your eyes move and dart away, how your lips curl up into a smile, how you raise your brows and use your hands when explaining something you’re passionate about.

"..and obviously, you always get me flowers- so I thought you deserved them too.."

you finish your story, taking a deep breath since you talked absurdly long and fast.

"I missed you.."

he suddenly whispers, the movement of his hands on your thighs stopping. instead he moves his hands to your back, pulling you flush against his body.

you hum in surprise, pressing your face against his chest. his musky body wash and aftershave is a very manly, but comforting scent to you.

"me too, I'm happy you’re back, baby.."

he hums, the rumble of his chest making you smile.

"you liked the flowers, right?"

he asks, already knowing your answer, but he loved hearing you verbally tell him how you felt.

"of course, I do.. but you stole my idea with the tulips.."

you joke, chuckling at his confused expression.

"I'm sorry. how can I be forgiven, lelkem?” (my soul)

he asks, smirk playing on his lips. his eyes are narrow when he looks at you. you raise your head, making eye contact with him from an intimate angle.

"cuddle?"

your request is simple, no beating around the bush. you had missed his touch, the feeling of safety he gave you, and especially his voice.

"alright, drágám.." (my precious..)

he says, lifting you up from your position on his lap. he holds you tightly as he walks you to your bedroom.

he playfully throws you onto the bed, walking away for a moment to collect the now full vases. placing each other’s gift on the respective nightstand.

you watch him intently, patting his side of the bed to call him over. he grins at you, lying down beside you, his hand sliding underneath your shirt.

"how was work?"

he asks as you play with his dark brown hair. his eyes roam on your face as if to remember every single inch of it.

“tiring, I’m hungry though..”

he rubs your back, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“how about we do a little date night?” he suggests, hand tracing the middle of your back.

“for what?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long. i want to take my szép édesem out..” (pretty sweetheart)

“Where to?”

you ask, your stomach growling at the thought of going out for delicious food.

“you’ll see, can you get ready in- an hour?”

you nod excitedly, pressing multiple kisses on his face before scrambling out of bed and into your closet. you hear a loud laugh behind you, your boyfriend watching your figure disappear as you get excited over your clothing options.

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mehrsdigitaldiary · 6 months ago

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Mehr's Birthday Playlist✩₊˚.⋆🍸⋆⁺₊✧ 8th June- 14th June

I'M TURNING 20!!!!!! I BEAT TEENAGE PREGNANCY!!!

⋆.˚ Since its my birthday in 2 weeks, I'm going to be uploading 7 fics for 7 days leading upto my birthday ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

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♬ track 001 (Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader smut)

♬ track 002 (Jealous!Gavi x Fem!Reader angst -> smut)

♬ track 003 (Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader fluff)

♬ track 004 (Dominik Szoboszlai x Fem!Reader angst -> smut)

♬ track 005 (Pedri x Fem!Reader best friends to lovers)

♬ track 006 (Carlos Sainz x Fem!Reader fluff + smut)

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devilishchaos · 11 months ago

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you are on your period and Dominik takes care of you | Dominik Szoboszlai

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Dominik Szoboszlai

Summary: You get your period and Dominik takes care of you.

Warnings: use of pet names "babe", "baby"; nothing graphic I think but if .. let me know

AN: it's my first time writing for Dom x p.s. I love him so much in his national kit enjoy <3

Word Count: 755 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

It was the first time that you couldn’t go to Anfield to watch Dominik play, because you happened to get your period on the same day as his match. Dominik insisted on you staying home because he knew how bad your cramps can get so he tucked you in bed and left. You probably fell asleep because one minute you were watching your comfort show, and the next there’s a cold hand against your forehead, slowly stroking it. You groan out, delirious from sleep, opening up one eye you spy Dominik leaning over you, a lazy smile placed on his face.

“Hey baby, how’re you feeling?”

You groan again, this time a tad bit more dramatic. Small giggles leave his lips before he climbs into bed with you, then wrapping his arms around your body lightly. Snuggling into his side, a loud yawn leaves your lips.

“Come on love, let’s go to the living room to eat.”

Dominik gets up, rolling you around a little to wrap you up in the fluffy blankets. You laugh at this, loving the feeling of being in a blanket burrito while he lets out loud laughs himself. Your head hurts a little bit, but having his company again is helping, making you feel better already.

His arms reach underneath you and he brings you up to his chest, lifting you from the bed slowly so as to not shove you around too much. You smile a bit, happy that your strong, extremely loving, sexy boyfriend is so willing to tote you around and take care of you when you’re feeling so shitty.

Dominik strides through the hall and out to the living room. Leaning over a bit, he places you on your favorite side of the sofa. He appears in front of you, a bowl of soup in one hand and your filled up with water Stanley in the other. He sets them on the table in front of you as you unravel yourself from the blanket cocoon. He goes to the kitchen and comes back again, this time holding the package of medicine in his hand. You take it gratefully, ripping it open and swallowing a tablet before picking up the food as Dominik settles next to you. It smells so good, and you dig in quickly, you mumble out that it’s amazing, nearly scarfing down the whole bowl. He laughs at your antics, one hand rubbing at your back soothingly, his other hand goes for the remote, grabbing it and turning on your guyses favorite show before setting back against you.

After finishing your food you set the bowl onto the table and you take a few gulps of water. You hadn’t realized how hungry and thirsty you were before your nap. Scooting back, Dominik opens his arms up fully and pulls you in closer. You snort lightly before leaning into him.

“How are you feeling, baby?” he leans over a little and kisses your forehead, a soft peck of his lips against your flushed skin. It’s impossible not to be in love with him, he has such an unbelievably sweet soul.

“It hurts.”

“I know, baby. It’s going to get better.” Dominik moved his hand underneath your his hoodie and began caressing your bare stomach, knowing you loved it because the heat from his hand helped to soothe the pain a little bit.

“Ughh..” you groaned in pain after feeling another painful cramp.

“I know, love. I wish I could take away the pain. The medication will hit soon.” Dominik said, continuing to rub gentle circles on your stomach.

You just closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep again, in hopes that when you wake up you will feel better. Dominik hates to see you in pain and wishes he could take the pain for himself instead of having you go through it. He saw how tired you became and continued to massage your stomach, after you fell asleep. He didn’t stop caressing it as he was worried the pain was still there and is still making you feel uncomfortable.

After a while of just relaxing, Dominik felt you shifting in his arms and when he looked at you, you were already looking at him.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Are you feeling better?” he said softly.

“Yeah. All thanks to you, babe.” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

“Anything for you, baby.” Dominik snuggled into your neck, leaving small kisses as you wrapped your arms around him and ran your fingers through his fluffy hair.

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formulalfc · 8 months ago

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I think that Dom would be the type of dad that “argues” with his son about reader like “she loves the most”, “she was my wife/gf before being your mom” things like that (sorry for my bad English btw)

wait i love this sm :/

your little boy had woken you both up at the crack of dawn, climbing in between you both and snuggling into you, earning a grunt from domi as he gets shoved back. you giggle and let your baby boy snuggle into your chest, watching as domi glares at your baby from next to you as he pulls you both into him. domi tries to give you a kiss but your baby pushes his face away shouting at him "no, my mummy". you're holding your laughter in while domi tries to fight back telling him "well that's my wife and she was all mine before you came along". but your son was having none of it, going out of his way to smooch your cheeks and nestle into you, smirking at his dad the whole time.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

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melanieph321 · 7 months ago

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I have a request for dominik : doing laundry day with him and everything starts normal but then things get smutty because you only wear sexy panties and his hoodie and dominik gets turn on by it. Maybe at some point he fucks you on top of the washing machine?? Can you make it smut and fluff?? Thanks and love all your work ❤

I've been excited to do this one! 🤭

Hope you'll enjoy!

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 2.0

(DAY 3)

Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - Laundry Day

Enjoy!

Laundry day. You didn't mind doing your laundry on a day like this. It was a slow Sunday. Dominik was off from training, sleeping in for once. You, however, got up to do the laundry since putting off the task only resulted in chaos in a household shared with a professional football player.

Nevertheless, folding clothes could be quiet therapeutic, at least with a nice playlist running in the background while you did it. You found a good rhythm between ironing clothes and folding them into neat piles. One for Dominik and one for you.

"Where did you go?"

"Dominik?"

You turned around to see him standing in the door to the laundry room. He looked to just have rolled out of bed, rubbing his tired eyes, his tousled up hair sprouting in every direction.

"I woke up, and you weren't there. Where did you go?" He repeated, his voice still drozy from sleep.

"What do you mean?" You said.

Dominik's eyes looked you up and down, followed by a furrowed expression. "Are those my Batman socks?"

"Huh?" Your eyes fell onto your feet. "Oh, right."

You wouldn't call your laundry attire chic, but it was in fashion. At least if most of your clothes were still swirling around in the washing machine. You had to settle for what was left, in this case, an oversized hoodie, a pair of granny panties, and Dominik's favorite pair of stockings.

"I'm doing laundry." You smiled.

"All of it?"

"Yes."

Dominik stepped into the room, approaching the dresser and the pile of his neatly folded training clothes.

"Baby, I never asked you to do my laundry."

"I know." You chirped. "I wanted to."

"Why?"

"Because...I saw that your basket was full and was going to do my own laundry anyway." You shrugged.

"Wow, Y/N, thank you so much for doing my laundry," he said, still half asleep. "I've been meaning to do it for weeks now, but I've been too exhausted."

You smiled and gave him a hug. "I know how busy you are with your games and practices, so I thought I'd take some of the load off your shoulders. Besides..." You winked. "I know how much you hate doing laundry."

Dominik chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "You're right, I do hate doing laundry. But I love how thoughtful you are. You always know how to make me feel special."

You blushed. "Okay, let's just kiss the chef and take it easy now."

Dominik hooked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. "Kiss the chef, huh?"

"It's an expression." You giggled.

Dominik nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his rough stubble tickling your skin. He kissed you gentle, tracing them downwards along where your collarbone would be if you weren't wearing a damn hoodie.

Dominik pulled back and regarded it with furrowed brows. "Yeah, this needs to come off."

You bit down on your lip. "I'm not wearing anything underneath.

"I known" He grinned and did not waste any more time. Your hoodie was tugged over your head, with Dominik's eyes widening at the sight of your breasts.

"Like what you see?"

He looked to you and smiled. His hands then rested on each side of your hips, lifting you up only to plot you back down on top of the washing machine.

"Fuck."

The sensation it gave. Like a giant vibrator stuck to your ass.

Dominik chuckled. "It feels good, no?"

You reached for his shirt and pulled him to stand in between your legs. There, Dominik bent down and kissed you. He kissed you with his tongue swirling around in your mouth. You were both out of it, just minutes into making out.

"Take these off." You said, tugging at the hemn of his sweatpants.

"Okay, just let me get a condom first."

"No." You whimpered. "I want to feel you."

Dominik's eyes lit up in suprise. "Are you sure?"

It didn't matter, with the washing machine going off on your clit you were on the verge of coming just by sitting on top of it.

"Yes, I'm sure. "I need you inside of me, now."

Dominik rushed to pull his sweatpants down, seeing how eager you were. His hard cock pulsating in his hand as he guided it towards your entrance, pushing you panties to the side in order to reveal how wet you were for him.

"Oh, God."

The sensation was really of no other. Both you and Dominik felt it. Fucking on top of the laundry machine brought new excitements to your sex life. Dominik squinted his eyes with the pleasure it gave him to be inside of you. You threw your head back as the thrust of his hips, along with the vibration from the washing machine, had you on the verge of passing out.

"Babe, I'm coming." Dominik said, a struck of panic in his voice. It was a bit short-lived from his side, but there was no need to be embarrassed. Your grip around his shoulders tightened as your orgasm bubbled up inside of you too, causing your walls to tighten around his length, making a mess as you came all over him and him all over you.

"Fuck, that was..."

"The best...."

The two of you struggled to catch your breaths.

"Agreed." Dominik nodded. "That was the best sex we've ever had."

You smiled cheaply at him. "I guess doing laundry isn't so bad after all?"

"No, I love it. Let's do laundry every day."

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findingnemosworld · 1 year ago

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𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, ��𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

How could she just sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?

He sat next to Trent, Curtis, Harvey and Ibrahima who were in the midst of chatting over the upcoming match whilst across from them, she sat with one of the media interns, chatting about something which clearly drew out a laugh from her as she couldn't stop giggling the entire time he was watching her - to say he was furious would be an understatement, he was vexed, irate and everything under the sun, the intern was a male and if one were to look at them from a distance, he'd probably be under the impression that they were on a date.

He felt covetous, yes he was covetous.

He wanted - no he needed her yet it felt like they were running around one another in circles, they had a bond, a very close bond, they'd spent nights in each other's homes, shared tender kisses, soft touches and then some; yet, it seemed like she had no desire to admit the obvious, going as far as to ignore him in public or converse in a manner that admittedly shattered his heart, she was indifferent to the connection between them, while he tried to understand her reasoning, he was far too devastated by her lack of communication to remain as patient as he could.

He waited for the perfect opportunity, she'd left the canteen - five minutes in, he followed her all the way to her office; without so much of a warning, he locked the door behind them causing her to turn around and look at him with a confused expression, " What're yo- Oh? " she was silenced by his lips pressing entirely over hers, one hand tightly gripped her waist while the other rests on the back of her neck pulling her in.

A few minutes in, he pulls back and whispers. " I've wanted to do this all morning "

She giggles, " You're something else! " suddenly she’s hoisted up and placed on the chair in her office, she watched him as he kneeled down in front of her, " What are you doing? " she asks with a raised brow.

He shot her a smirk then leaned in, spreading her legs apart before he pressed featherlight kisses across her inner thighs, " I’m starving, so be a good girl and let me eat "

Before she can respond, a soft gasp escapes her lips at the feel of his lips pressing a tender kiss over her clothed cunt, " Oh! " she reaches over to thread her digits through his hair while he pushes her panties to the side, " Ple– Fuck, Oh my god " she moaned the moment she felt his tongue slide through her slick cunt coupled with his index finger curling inside of her. " Domi " she whimpers.

His gaze shot up to meet hers, his palm rests on her thigh to hold her in place while he continued to devour her like a starved man – she leaned her head back, she struggles to keep her eyes open for a brief moment before she felt a sharp sting against her pussy walls causing her to yelp.

He shot her a glare then murmured against her slick pussy, " Keep your eyes, I want you to watch me while I eat this delicious cunt "

She squirms and whines, " Uh … " her chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, " Fuck, just like that " she thrusts her pussy against his face, the knot in her lower stomach building up. " I .. Fuck, I’m gonna cum "

He pushed his middle digit along with his index digit, while his tongue moved up and down until he felt her arousal exploded against his tongue, he lapped up every drop then pulled back, " Just as delicious as the first time "

He hoists her up then sits down and pulls her on his lap, he pulls her in for a soft kiss before he murmured, " Think you got it in you to ride my cock baba "

She nods, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before she reached over to pull the length of his cock out his sweats, drawing out a hiss from him which quickly shifted into a strangled moan the moment his cock effortlessly slipped into her pussy, " Ó, bébi… " he sighs, gripping her waist, " Fuck "

He tugs her close for a kiss while she moved up and down, the friction of their hips colliding drew out the sweetest sounds from the two of them, His breath grew labored as he murmurs, " Such a good girl, such a good girl pillangó "

Her thrusts became sloppy as she moved at a rapid pace, whining and whimpering. " Oh …, Oh fuck, fuck " a few thrusts in and she collapsed on top of him, he wrapped his arm around her waist then kissed the top of her head. " I needed that " she giggled.

He didn’t respond which confused her, she lifts her head up then says, " What’s wrong? "

He didn’t respond, instead he helps her off of him and the pair get dressed before he blurted out the one phrase that shifted everything between them …

" I want more … "

She looks up at him, confused by his phrase – causing her to tilt her head, " What do you mean? "

" You know exactly what I mean baba " He states with a ponderous voice. " Aren’t you tired of us running in circles? I mean we’re basically a couple but you’re refusing to admit that we are "

" We never said we are " She interjects refusing to admit what was right there in front of them. " Besides, If I remember correctly, we agreed that it would be an arrangement "

" Maybe for you but not for me " He shakes his head, his eyes darkened by the emotion he’d been withholding inside. " Baba, I adore you and this whole time, we’ve been acting like a couple but you just won’t admit it because of something that happened in the past, something that shouldn’t affect your future "

Her eyes widened as her mind drew her back to that very day — she visibly shivered, her lips trembled. " I … I … " her eyes were glossy with tears threatening to fall.

" You know what " He said calmly, with a broken smile. " If you don’t want to admit that we have something, then I don’t think I can do this anymore "

Before she could even muster up a reply, he storms out of her office leaving with a part of her already bruised heart – she lets out a sob, as the realization of her actions finally caught up to her.

The fact of the matter was that she knew she was in love with him yet she couldn’t bring her self to admit it, mostly due to the trauma she had endured, three years ago, before she had stepped into Liverpool, she was madly in love with a man, a football player for a local team in her hometown, the pair had gone through ups and down together until one fateful night, she’d been phoned by the hospital to receive the worst possible.

The man that she loved had died, due to a drunken car accident.

What followed were months of pure torture which lead to her vowing never to be vulnerable to any man up until she met Dominik, and while everything he said made sense — the fear of losing him was prominent and in full strength, especially in this moment.

The following weeks were torment for her, he would clearly avoid speaking to her during the media shoots, preferring to silently work instead of talking – and each time she sought him out, he’d either make up an excuse or avoid her, or even worse, flat out flirt with the female interns in front of her spurring a very aching covetousness inside of her, she tried to ignore it, she really did yet it was too much to handle and on one evening, as training concluded, an unlikely figure approached her.

" You alright love? " Trent asks her, clearly concerned by her state.

She offers him a weak smile and nods, yet he doesn’t relent, raising a brow at her, she sighs and shakes her head. " No "

Trent chuckles, " I’m assuming it’s got something to do with him "

Her head shot up quickly, " Huh? " she murmurs.

" Love, we may be a bit dumb sometimes but we aren’t that dumb " Trent laughs before adding on, " It’s not that discreet between the two of you "

She lets out a soft sigh, " Well I blew it, and he’s probably with someone else "

Trent raised a brow, she really thought he had moved on which was far from the truth, if any thing he was a mess as he’d called Trent the other night completely inebriated and rambling about her — " What if he isn’t? would you try to win him back? "

She nods slowly, " I love him, but I guess my past got in the way "

Trent nods in understanding, he’d been the only one who was aware of her trauma and had sworn to secrecy ever since. " Love, I think you need to stop letting your past be an excuse, he really loves you "

She nods, " So do I "

Trent grew silent before his eyes light up, " I have an idea " he states.

" What? " She frowns in confusion.

Trent beams, " I’ll convince him to go on a blind date, the blind date being you "

" You think he’ll accept it? " She wonders.

Trent scoffs, " He’ll accept it, don’t worry "

And indeed true to his word, he had sent her the coordinates of the restaurant for her to drive there — she’d gotten ready, wearing her brand new dress, curled her hair to perfection, a soft layer of make up adorning her features – she slips her shoes on and is off to the restaurant.

After a thirty minute drive, she was finally there – she parked her car, then stepped out with her purse in hand; she walked inside the restaurant, and was lead to the reserved table Trent made, with each step she felt the nerves build up until her eyes fell on him.

He was dressed in an all black suit which complimented him quite well, when his eyes fell on her, they softened for a moment before he looked away causing her to frown, the waiter interrupted the moment, " We are here miss "

She nods in gratitude then sits down across from him, a brief wave of silence passes them before he said, " You look incredible "

She blushes, " So do you! "

Another wave of silence falls over them before he said, " Baba, can we talk? "

She nods, " We should "

He inhales then exhales before he said, " You know, this whole time, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I tried to let you go baba, I really tried but I can’t, I love you "

She blinks away the tears away then replies to him, " I love you too Domi, I … I am ready to tell you about my reasons "

" Baba, you don’t have to " He states with a soft tone.

" No, I want to " She smiled softly before letting out a soft breath, " Before I met you, before I came to Liverpool I um … I was working for a local team in my hometown, and I fell in love with one of the players, we had such a whirlwind romance, and I thought he was the one until … fate took him away from me, five years into our relationship "

" What happened? " He asked, both confused and concerned.

" He was killed by a drunk driver, and um … it sent me on a tornado of emotions that lead me into becoming closed off, it’s why I refused to admit what we had, but I can’t deny it " She said, " Dominik, I want this … I want us back, I want to be your official girlfriend "

He smiled widely, " Baba " he reaches over to grab her hand, " I love you too "

He leans over to press a soft kiss to her lips causing her to smile, " So I guess this means we are official " she said.

" We are " He grins.

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Goin' Home | Dominik Szoboszlai

Pairing: Dominik Szoboszlai x OC

Summary: Left with no other options, a reluctant Nori drives home with Dominik and Dominik accepts being her date to a wedding.

Word Count: 11k (I got carried away)

Warnings: FLUFF, SLOW BURN, shy Domi, angst, kinda miscommunication trope, lots of dialogue, kissing, mentions of feeling less desired, brief vomit spell, cursing, brief alcohol mention, typos

Note: Nori is only mentioned as having longish hair and that's all, no other PHYSICAL characteristics of her. She/her pronouns.

Nori has a dilemma. With her car deciding to break down on the street and her having to call Trent to come rescue her at a petrol station, she still has no clue how she is getting home. Winter break was just around the corner and they were all set to be back home within a week. Taking the train wasn’t a bad idea, except the most straight shot seemed to be the night train but no one trusts the night train. And don’t even get Nori started with the suggestion of flying.

Now, Wanda, Nori’s best mate, is trying to convince her to let Dominik drive her home.

“Just ask Dominik,” Wanda hisses. Nori grabs Wanda’s arm to stop her from opening their reserved study room. Dominik and Camila are already inside going over their last units for their biology exam.

Nori purses her lips, shaking her head, “No, I think I’ll just wait until the train leaves.”

Nori and Dominik were not exactly the closest of friends despite being a part of the same friend group. When they were first introduced to each other on Halloween, they hit it off. But then hours later, Dominik slammed a plate full of whip cream into Nori’s face and things haven’t been the same since.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “You know that’s not a good idea, Nori.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Trent trots up to the two girls, a grin on his face as he opens his arms wide to hug them both, “How’s it going?”

“I’m trying to get Nori to see if Domi can take her home on Friday but she’s not budging,” Wanda sighs. Trent turns towards Nori, his nose bumping into her ear, not realizing how close he is to her.

He chuckles, letting go of them, “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“Of course you’d say that,” Nori grumbles, adjusting the part of her jacket sleeve that Trent crumbled.

“You still haven’t forgiven him?”

“I have, it’s just…” she quiets, not daring to admit her problem with Dominik to Trent, one of Dominik’s best friends.

Trent shrugs, “His family moved to your hometown this year, and he’s driving back so it wouldn’t be out of his way.”

Wanda eyes narrow as she faces Nori, “Are you still upset? He’s apologized so much since then, and I mean, he’s shown that he’s a good guy.”

“We aren’t close guys,” Nori mutters, finding a different excuse. “And that’s an almost five hour drive.”

“Tryin’ to save you money,” Trent says, gripping Nori’s shoulder assuringly. “If you don’t want to ride with him, then okay, but I can ask him and I’m sure he’ll say yes. Or you can ask him. Either way, he’ll probably say yes.”

“Okay fine,” Nori relents, shrugging off Trent’s arm and opening the door to the study room herself. Dominik’s standing near the white board, clasping the dry-erase marker he has in his hand closed, eyes darting up at the three of them. His eyes linger on Nori’s, a barely-there smile teetering onto his lips.

“Oi,” Trent nods to Dominik, “can you take Nori home on Friday? She lives in your neighborhood.”

Dominik raises his eyebrows in surprise, “What? She does? You do?” Nori’s cheeks grow with heat as she takes a seat next to Camila, giving her a side hug.

“Yeah,” she says casually, looking up at him. “My car is in the shop, but I can just ride the night train—but they wanted me to ask.”

Trent and Wanda roll their eyes while Dominik taps the marker against his hand in a nervous fidget. He lets out a small cough, “Oh…uh, yeah I can give you a ride.”

“Great!” Wanda chimes with exaggeration, Nori ignores it as she pulls out her laptop. Dominik glances at Trent and he gives him a cheeky grin, making Dominik’s cheeks burn red but it’s not like Nori sees it. She hasn’t looked up at him since telling him about her car. And she most likely wasn’t going to look at him again for the rest of the session.

Trent waits until the girls leave—well more like gives them a head start to meet them at the ground level of the library because there is no way he was letting them walk in the dark to the car park—to talk to Dominik.

“You should tell her,” Trent says to Dominik.

Dominik blows a raspberry, “She won’t even look at me.”

“Would you after that Halloween party?”

Dominik shoves his laptop into his bag harshly, not even caring if it slips out of its protective sleeve. He tried to get Nori’s attention all session, tried to ask her questions about her studying and help her out, but she wasn’t having it. She never did. It was getting useless to keep trying when she clearly wasn’t interested.

He sighs, “I already apologized, I didn’t know it was her in that costume. I would have never done that if I knew it was her.” He tugs at his hair, swiping through the dried gel. “Ambushing me by asking if I could take her home, seriously?”

“I did it that way you two could talk. It’s starting to become obvious that you two don’t like each other,” Trent retorts. “I rather not have to listen to another study session with you pathetically attempting to talk to her.”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“Just give her time.”

Dominik shakes his head as he opens the room’s door, holding it open for Trent. “No, she doesn’t like me and I want to stop embarrassing myself. Maybe she had a little crush on me, but it’s gone now. Or maybe she never did.” He rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes with the heel of his hand. He told Trent that Nori was cute, and Trent was reluctant at the beginning, but now he seemed to be serious about playing matchmaker.

“I mean, you hit her kinda hard,” Trent recounts.

Dominik lets out a loud groan, “Stop bringing it up, I’m already mortified as is. Can we drop it? Because I’m done with whatever this is.”

“No, no, c’mon, Dom,” Trent says, latching onto his shoulder. “One more try.”

“It’s been a month!” Dominik shrieks. “And now this car ride is just going to be awkward—”

“No it won’t.”

Dominik shrugs Trent off of him while entering the lift. Dominik drives his fingers through his hair again, trying to shrug off the humiliation and unease coursing through his body. The night wasn’t done of course, they were going to have a movie night at the girl’s apartment and if it wasn’t for Trent, he knew he wouldn’t have been invited.

Dominik still couldn’t forget the tightness of his chest when he heard Nori crying in his bathroom. Or how hard it was to swallow because his throat had felt as if it was swelling. Trent hadn’t even glanced at him after he struck the paper plate filled with whip cream onto Nori’s face, he was immediately shoving him in order to get to her. The chorus of ooo’s that rang through the room made Dominik chuckle. And that’s all he had thought about it, that he smashed the plate perfectly onto their face. It wasn’t until he went up to his bedroom did he see that they were all crowded in his restroom trying to clean a bloody nose, and that it was Nori sobbing on his sink. Trent didn’t even let Dominik into his own restroom, shutting the door on him, but Dominik could hear the sobs through the door.

Dominik had met her earlier that day, absolutely awestruck with the way she carried herself throughout the day of the pumpkin patch she organized for the local little kids. He had only known what Trent told him about her, and said that she would come to his “ugly costume” party that night, but he hadn’t seen her that night. At least he thought he didn’t. He didn’t realize she went all out and dressed up as an old, bald man from some reality TV show.

There was a competition that night, in which anyone could pie the ugliest costume. Dominik had gone first—and last—having already picked out Nori’s costume when she walked into the apartment as the one he would pie. He had commented about it being so ugly but also one of the best, and then when Nori least expected it, he pied her.

Trent pulls Dominik out of his trance, “Are you still coming to movie night?” They exit the lift, spotting the girls waiting for them at the exit with coffees in their hands.

Dominik glances down, “Yeah.”

Trent bumps into his shoulder, “She’ll forgive you, bro.”

He nods absentmindedly, watching Trent meet up with the girls while he lags behind.

She shouldn’t, is all Dominik can think of in response. If it was something that still bothered her almost a month and a half later, maybe it was for the best to give her the distance she sought out for. Everyone knew it was Nori underneath the costume, except him, and to do something like that to someone like her, it was criminal. She was sunny, full of energy, and kind. Only cried during sports matches and sad movies.

Jude’s tall frame jogs towards Dominik, a sloppy grin plastered on his dimpled cheeks, “Hey.”

“Did you finish your assignment?” Dominik asks. In Jude’s hand is his crumpled up writing assignment.

“Yeah, just in time,” Jude swings his bag around to place the papers inside. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing.” Jude gives him a hard look and Dominik groans, “I’m taking Nori home on Friday.”

Jude gasps, his dark brown eyes widening, “What—really? And she’s okay with that?”

“I’m not sure. Feel like I was her only option.”

Jude chuckles and shakes his head, “One thing about her is that she’ll find a way, so maybe you were the second to last.”

Dominik rolls his eyes, “That’s exactly what I was.”

The two of them don’t catch up to the rest of the group as they walk. Jude lets out another laugh, “It’s funny because you’re usually so cocky and confident, but when I see you with her, it’s like you’re someone else. A kicked puppy that just got thrown out in the rain.”

Dominik glances at him, scoffing, “That’s not true. I just know I make her uncomfortable and I rather her not keep on feeling that way.”

“You don’t make her uncomfort—”

“Yes I do,” Dominik interrupts. “And you and Trent keep saying I don’t, but it’s the truth. You don’t have to make me feel better. I messed up, and I don’t know what would necessarily make her ‘trust’ me again because that was fucked up.”

Jude sighs, slinging his arm across Dominik’s shoulders, “If you made her uncomfortable, you wouldn’t still be here. We would have kicked you out of the group, swear on it. She knows you didn’t know, she’s just still a little hurt. She hadn’t known you for long and that kinda made an impression on her.”

Great, he wanted to mumble to himself. He eyed Nori from the back, her walking freely and at ease with Camila and Wanda. She didn’t care who heard her loud laugh in response to something Wanda said. He knew if he were to join her, she’d become much more reserved and not say a word.

He shakes his head, exhausted from feeling like shit. He nearly trips over a rock as Jude jogs up to them. Jude’s words helped but didn’t do much to ease the ache in his shoulders.

Movie night goes without any hiccups, the girls cuddling up on one sofa while Trent and Jude are in the other. Dominik resorts to sitting on the floor, sandwiched between Trent and Jude’s knees but his mind is far from the movie. Nori can’t help but to glance at Dominik every couple of scenes, his eyes always staring blankly ahead at the coffee table and never the telly.

Nori doesn’t know how much more she can stomach the idea of him just staring off into space. He doesn’t seem well and her first instinct is to ask him if he is okay.

After the movie finishes, the two of them get left in the kitchen alone. Dominik washes the dishes while Nori dries them with a towel. Camila and Wanda went to Camila’s bedroom because she needed help with an outfit; Trent and Jude went outside to take the rubbish out.

Nori can make out Dominik’s tensed shoulders, he hasn’t looked at her the entire night. Not that she was taking count, but, still it was never this tense.

She sets down the dry plate, gathering another wet dish, blurting, “Are you okay with driving me home?”

His dubious eyes bore into hers immediately, making her look down at her hands. She sees the nod of his head in her peripheral vision. “Yeah, I am okay. Are you okay with it?”

She forces out a smile as she peeks up at him, his gaze already on her mouth. “Mm-hmm, I’m okay with it. I will probably have to pee in the third hour though.”

He lets out a small snort, heart quickening with each response, “We can stop.”

Silence falls between them as he rinses the last bowl of popcorn. She catches herself staring at his hands one too many times, mindlessly watching them as soap suds form around them. He lets out a small chuckle as he catches her, but she plays it off as just waiting for him to finish rinsing the bowl.

“So, why did your family move all the way over there?” she questions.

He shrugs, “Work. My dad works out in the docks, not really sure what he does though, fishing maybe?”

Nori laughs, “Who really knows anyway?”

Dominik cheeses and this time Nori blushes. She can’t remember the last time she’s ever felt this nervous talking to someone. She can’t tell if it’s just from him or the way his eyes seem to soften every time he looks at her. But that’s crazy right?

Dominik hands her the last dish and gives her a gentle smile when her hand accidentally lands on top of his wet hand.

“Sorry,” he nervously chuckles. The dimple hidden in his beard catches Nori’s attention, taking her another selfish second to peer at it as it deepens the more she looks at him.

Dominik is suddenly grateful that he skipped shaving this morning or else Nori would’ve seen the ruby-red blush spilling onto his cheeks. But Nori’s suddenly blinking rapidly, grabbing the dish from him, drying it off, and then placing it into its spot in the cabinet. Whatever spell she seemed to be in was gone the second Trent and Jude returned from outside, and it had taken Dominik aback at just how quick she flipped.

By the time Dominik turned back to look back at where she was standing by the sink, the space was empty and the sound of her door softly closing seemed to resonate like cymbals crashing in his head.

She was always so fast when the opportunity to avoid him arose. How stupid of him to think a small conversation in the kitchen would change anything; she was just being nice.

Her palms are grimy with sweat as she waits for Dominik to make his way to the girls’ apartment. Her coat unzipped despite the freezing weather because of how anxious she became once he texted he was on the way. They hadn’t spoken much after movie night, only exchanging waves in class and in the study room.

And her mother deciding to text her midway doesn’t help ease the shakiness of her hands:

Accidentally wrote down that you’d bring a date for your aunt’s wedding. I tried to change it but the reservations were strict so please try to find someone so they don’t ask about the empty seat beside you. K, I’ll see you when you get here, love you.

Nori wants to scream, no she actually does scream without realizing Dominik had walked up behind her.

“You okay?” His voice is fairly calm.

Turning around to see him, his eyebrows are jutted up in concern. What she doesn’t expect to see is his ungelled hair and trimmed beard. He had been growing a bit of a scruff the past few days but usually he shaved it off completely, never trimmed. And his hair, it was always gelled, always. She didn’t even know his hair was curly when it wasn’t done.

“Uh—yeah, I’m good. My mom texted me.”

He raises his eyebrows again, his mouth opening but then flattening into a smile, “Hah…I understand.” The chilled air makes him tug onto his brown coat tighter as he grabs Nori’s suitcase and holds out his hand for Nori’s backpack. “I got it, you can get it in.”

“Thank you,” she purses her lips into a tight line while giving him her bag. She hops into his very expensive black Range Rover that makes her feel a little out of place.

Dominik loads up her suitcase without much strain and then rounds to the driver seat. After adjusting the controls of the car, he starts the drive, glancing towards Nori every couple of seconds.

“If you want to change the air, go ahead, just click that,” he points to a button. Nori doesn’t even pay attention, distracted with the ring on his finger. Seriously, who was he right now? Has he always worn a ring? Rings?!

“Um, okay.”

He lets out a snort, “You don’t have to be so tense. I’m a safe driver.”

“Sorry, I don't think you’re a bad driver if you get that impression,” she murmurs, furrowing her eyebrows slightly but then gaining her voice, “I’ve never been in a car with you driving anyway. I have no idea.”

He nods his head, “I will be extra careful.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that,” she ends the awkward exchange with just that, slightly scooting away from him.

Her mother’s text still rang through her head, knowing she had no one to bring along. Most of her close friends at home were going to be either out of town or with family and she didn’t want to rope them into her own family affairs.

She lets out a low scoff as her phone vibrates in her hand. Dominik chooses to ignore it instead of commenting. Meanwhile, another text from her mom:

Bring a boy this time? I’d love to see you with one of those boys from your school.

She couldn’t hold in the dramatic eye roll and locking of her phone as she rested her head against the headrest. They hadn’t even been driving for two minutes and she was already stressed.

“Did you forget something?”

“No.”

“Something is wrong?”

“No.”

Dominik glances at her and then shakes his head briefly, opting out of asking her another question that would go unanswered. Shuffling through his cup holder, he grabs a wooden toothpick and sticks it in between his teeth, hastily turning up the music.

This was useless, he reminded himself.

About an hour into the drive, Dominik can’t take the silence anymore. It was tense and way too awkward for two ‘friends.’ Every song seemed to be wrong that he kept skipping them, and it was starting to annoy Nori. She wasn't going to say anything but at that moment she wished she had her headphones.

Dominik cuts the music, “Can we talk?”

Nori looks at him, her face full of apprehension, “Yeah.”

“I know you said you forgive me for what happened on Halloween, and I really am sorry, but I don’t think you have actually…forgiven me.” He takes his chance to look at her and almost winces at her shocked expression. He licks his lips, “I’m sorry about that night. I didn’t—I didn’t think it was you—”

“Dominik,” she interrupts. “I know. I do forgive you.”

He rests his hand on the bottom of the wheel as he sinks further into his seat, “But you ignore me like…like you hate me or don’t ever want to see me again.”

Nori bites onto her tongue before she spits out anything rash. She lets out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry I acted that way around you. I have been hesitant to forgive you because that was kinda humiliating. Camila had to dig whip cream out of nose with a cotton swab and I bled all over Trent’s costume.”

He throws his head back with a muffled groan, “I’m sorry.”

A spurted laugh erupts out of Nori as she slaps her hand over her jaw. Dominik’s shocked face only makes her turn away, trying to stifle her laugh.

“Nori?”

“I’m sorry,” she quiets and then bursts into another fit of laughter. “It’s okay to laugh, it was disgusting but it hurt so much. My nose was in so much pain that we went to the doctor’s just to make sure it wasn’t broken.”

Dominik frowns again, not knowing that they took her to the doctor’s office. Even though this was probably the first time Dominik has made her laugh, he still felt guilty. But what really causes his heart to lurch is the brush of Nori’s hand on his arm while she attempts to stop her giggling. He has to grip the steering wheel tighter.

“Okay, okay,” she stops and turns towards him. Her hand is still touching the fabric of his sweater, making him swallow.

“Okay?”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever noticed you with your hair not done. Who are you trying to impress?” Nori nudges and Dominik stares at her in bewilderment. He can’t believe who was in the car with him right now. She wasn’t at all the Nori he had been around with, but she was the kind around Camila and Wanda. He only recognized it because he had seen her like this when he would be standing behind them in line waiting for class but they hadn’t noticed him yet.

He suppresses a smile, proud to finally get on what seems to be her good side. A nervous feeling erupts through his stomach as he turns back to the road, “Um, no one. I’ve had it like this before, but you didn’t notice it.”

“I would have noticed.”

“Would you though?” he looks at her with a sly smirk, one that makes her cheeks grow warm immediately. He chuckles, “Didn’t think so.”

A wistful smile forms on his face after she removes her hand from him, her warmth leaving the spot feeling cold.

“So, we are good?” he questions.

Nori nods, “Yes, Domi, we’re good. You know, you should style your hair like that more often, I like it.”

He has to look out of his mirror to play off the smile that creeps onto his face, but Nori notices it.

During the third hour, Dominik pulls over to a petrol station so that Nori could relieve herself while he fills his tank. But judging by the dingy white exterior of the building, he advises her to wait for him.

“It’s fine, I can go by myself.”

“Just wait,” he calls out, shutting the door. Nori huffs while opening her door and hopping out, stretching out her limbs and walking towards where Dominik was. His dark brows furrow at her, his tongue peeking out between his lips, “You’re gonna freeze.”

“So I should go pee now then.”

“Or get back in the car.”

She groans, “I’m going to go pee.”

“Nori,” he warns, his voice laced with finality. His gaze is hard, jaw clenched, and maybe that look would’ve worked on someone else but Nori is too stubborn. The second Dominik turns his back to her, she’s off trotting into the store. Him too oblivious to notice.

Nori beelines to the restrooms while Dominik frantically hurries up, cursing at himself because the pump decided to take forever. Ultimately, he leaves it running and jogs inside. He figures she is still using the restroom because he couldn’t have been that long but then he hears a yelp. At some point while Nori was grabbing a coffee, a man with a bearded braid appeared behind her and grabbed ahold of her elbow. When she went to pull her arm back, his grip only tightened.

She doesn’t even have time to say something because he’s pried off of her and then shoved into the coffee machine seconds later.

“Holy—” she gasps at Dominik’s demeanor. She can only make out a glimpse of his hooded dark eyes because he steps in front of her. His hand scrambles for hers and clasps tightly with her fingers, not even slotting his hand correctly into hers. He wasn’t going to let her slip out of his grasp this time.

But Nori can’t see the lunge the man made towards Dominik, only Dominik’s free arm suddenly swinging across his body. Then one of the workers yells at the two of them and they quickly scatter outside.

“Did you just punch him?” She yells as they go flying through the doors.

“I said wait for me!”

“He was like 50 years-old!”

“Does that matter?” he shrieks, his grip on Nori’s wrist is tight even though he can feel her tugging away. Nori can tell by his pinched eyebrows that he’s ticked off, and despite Nori trying to play it off, she flinched when he raised his voice. Dominik sighs, loosening his grip and rubbing her wrist with his thumb. “Did you use the restroom?”

She nods, “Yeah, and your lip, it’s bleeding.”

Dominik touches his bottom lip with his hand, feeling the warmth spread onto his fingertips. He curses and ushers the two of them back into his car. He quickly undoes the petrol pump and gets inside. Nori is uncrumpling a wad of napkins from her jacket, making him chuckle.

“Really?”

“Here,” her eyes widen as the blood seems to be oozing out. There was even some blood coating the bottom row of his teeth. She doesn’t give him the napkins, instead leans over the console and presses the napkins to his lips.

Dominik’s cheeks flush at her being close, but also at the look she’s giving him. She’s worried but focused on the task. The corner of her bottom lip is tucked into her mouth as she concentrates on dabbing the cut.

“He hit you?”

“Scratched me,” he draws out. His voice is hoarse and throaty, Nori looks up at him. His eyelids flutter as she makes eye contact; it isn’t very noticeable, but Nori wasn’t going to miss something like that. Especially not when his brown eyes seemed to be gleaming with the reflection of the light on his dashboard.

His Adam’s apple bobs, “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” she assures. “I’m sorry for not listening to you. I should’ve waited.”

“It is okay.” He attempts to give her a smile but half of it is covered from the napkin. She draws the napkin away and for the most part the bleeding has stopped.

Nori notices his bright pink knuckles and bends down to give them a better look. They didn’t look too swollen but the skin was cracking with tiny red dots.

“I’m fine,” he says, noticing the way her eyes squint.

“I have lotion.”

“What?”

She shuffles around in her purse, “It’s moisturizer, won’t take the pain away but perhaps some of the crackiness.”

He lets her trace her fingers over his knuckles, his lips tugging into a smile at her gentle touch. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” she looks up at him. She hadn’t realized how close she was to him, their faces only inches apart. She drops her gaze to his lips—to his cut—and he shamelessly looks down at hers. He wants to lean in and kiss her, imagining himself slotting his hand on her neck. She isn’t sure what she is focusing on: his lips or his cut.

Either way, he was handsome this close up that she chokes on her own spit as the realization dawns on her. The sound of a car honking behind them also sends her flying back into her seat.

By the time they arrive at her house, they go through Dominik’s entire playlist. It’s entirely in Hungarian but she doesn’t mind. They chat some more along the way about their plans for the break; Dominik most likely helping out his dad on the docks and Nori getting through this wedding.

Noticing her mom’s car parked in front of her house, she silently prays that her mom doesn’t come trodding out of the house to meet them. She has always done it before so Nori shouldn’t have expected anything different when her mom comes out waving with an identical smile as Nori’s.

“Sorry,” Nori whispers to Dominik as he hauls her luggage from the boot of his car. Before Nori can respond, she is pulled into a bone-crushing hug from her mother.

“Nori-baby, I’ve missed ya’,” she cheeses. “OH! You brought a boy! Is this the boy?”

Dominik’s facial expression lights up with a smile as he introduces himself. Nori doesn’t even have time to clarify her relation to him before her mother gives him a hug. Dominik gives Nori a confused but cheery grin as he bends down to rest his head on her shoulder briefly.

“Call me Nat. Oh come on, it must be cold,” she beckons. “Come come, so I can show you the right shade of blue for the wedding. I already bought your dress but I’m sure he’ll need a matching tie.”

Her mother grabs Nori’s hand and Nori peeks back at Dominik while getting dragged inside. He laughs, a gust of wind blowing through his curls as his head falls back. Her luggage is tucked in his hand, backpack swung across his shoulders, jogging up to catch up to them. He wasn’t in a rush to get home anyway, after all, he realized his home was just two streets over.

Her house is taller than it is wide, much different than his, but it’s a traditional home with her neighbors at arm’s length apart. Brown furniture with holiday decorations cluttering the living spaces but it feels cozy. There’s a skinny staircase tucked into the corner that he assumed led to Nori’s bedroom.

Nori pries her hand away from her mom as she says, “How about you go get the dress while I help Dom with my stuff?”

Her mother nods and Nori finds Dominik in the living room looking around. His eyes linger on a photo of her younger self, his head snapping in her direction when he hears her shoe scape against the floor.

“Hey,” he smiles.

“Sorry about this. If you need to leave, go ahead.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay. She’s kinda like you,” he says and she smiles. “And I’m not in a rush or anything.”

Although Nori wishes he was. She nods, “Hmm, okay, well let’s just take this to my room.” She pats the suitcase and then stretches her arm out for her backpack. He hands it towards her and follows her upstairs, careful to not let the suitcase hit the picture frames that are plastered on the wall.

“Cute house,” he chuckles.

“Shut up.”

“It is cute. A lot of pictures of you.”

“Please stop looking.”

“You were cute,” he says but she knows he isn't finished. “I wonder what happened.”

She turns towards immediately, making him clutch onto the rail as he peers up at her, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I’m going to push you down the stairs if you say something again.”

“You wouldn’t,” he taunts.

“Dominik.”

“Nori.” That stupid smirk sandwiched between his dimples only grows as each second of silence ticks by. She rolls her eyes, turning around and going to her bedroom.

Dominik speaks again, “I know you said something about the wedding, but your mom—”

“She thinks you’re my date.”

“Your date?” He raises his eyebrows, leaning against her bookshelf. His tall frame next to the column of romance and erotica books make her cheeks warm. No boy had ever stepped into her room and she could only pray that he wouldn’t get curious and start looking at the book titles.

She sighs, “During the car ride, she told me to bring a date for the wedding and I got upset because she told me at the last minute, especially when everyone already has plans to be with their family. And then she texted again to bring a boy this time. I usually rope in Trent during these situations but I know he’s busy.”

Dominik nods, crossing his arms, “So she thinks it’s me?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay,” he shrugs. “When is the wedding?”

“Wait, you can’t be serious. I was just going to tell her the day of that I couldn’t find a date—”

“I can do it,” he repeats as if it were no big deal. “I have a gray suit at home, probably do need a blue tie though.”

“Dominik—”

“When is the wedding?” Nori’s jaw juts open when he walks towards her with a smirk. He stops when he’s only two steps away.

“Um, in three days.”

“Okay. I’ll be here then.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

He shrugs again, “It’s just a wedding, they are fun.”

They are fun.

That’s what Dominik said about the wedding but Nori wants to vomit. Her hair hadn’t come out the way she envisioned, and her makeup seemed to be wanting to torment her every step. It didn’t want to blend correctly, didn’t want to shine, didn’t want to give her a spark. It was all a mess. Her dress zipper now getting stuck was going to be her final straw. Really. It was.

She lets out a shaky breath as the rapping of a knock comes from her bedroom door. She doesn’t have the energy to reply ‘one second,’ just wanting to bask in the silence.

But it doesn’t last long because Dominik’s heavy books come trodding in. Looking up at the mirror, Nori watches his confused eyes search the entirety of her bedroom, concern growing through his facial expression, before he finally lands on her figure through the gap of the restroom door. His relief is short-lived because he notices the way she’s hunched over the sink, knuckles taut as she grips the other edges of it.

“Don’t,” she warns as a wave of nausea hits her. His blue tie slides off one shoulder as he rushes to her side.

“We have to leave in ten minutes.”

“I need a minute.”

The entirety of her dress is unzipped from the back, making him gulp. The top of what seemed to be lacy underwear caught his attention that he—

“Dominik.”

“Sorry,” he looks up at her, his cheeks flushing red. “Sorry. Uh—do you need help?”

“I’m about to throw up.”

“What?”

“Go away,” she groans. “This is going to be gross.”

“You’re sick?”

“Will you just listen to me?” she pleads and Dominik stops at the desperation of her voice.

He looks at her through the mirror, her eyes beady and only then did he realize how exasperated she looked. “What?”

“Get me a glass of water, please. Downstairs.”

He nods, tossing his tie onto her bed as he rushes out. He has no idea where the cups are stored and opens nearly all of the cabinets until he finds them. Grabbing some ice, and then pouring water into it before heading back upstairs.

The sink is running by the time he returns to her bedroom. He sets the glass down next to her and gawks at her hair pulled up with a clip.

“Did you…?” he asks, voice full of concern.

She nods, grabbing the glass and gulping it down immediately. “Thank you.” Fanning herself with her hand, she explains, “I’m stressed out. I don’t ever throw up because I’m stressed unless it’s really bad and this morning has just not been a good morning.”

“How can I help?”

Nori’s vision clears, finally being able to take in his look. His hair is gelled and combed, beard trimmed, and—is that a slit in his eyebrow? She furrows her eyebrows and turns away, feeling bile rise in her throat.

“God, that is disgusting.”

“What?” He steps towards her but she holds out her hand. Her hand slips underneath his suit jacket and lands on his stomach.

“That line in your eyebrow.”

“It’s not that bad,” he mumbles. She couldn’t be serious, he had worked on the eyebrow slit for half an hour.

“Dom.”

He erupts into a laugh, “Did that—did that make you gag?”

She looks up at him again and on cue, gags.

He laughs loudly, “I know I should be offended but I’m not.”

“Stop looking at me.”

“Well don’t look at me then if you’re going to keep gagging.”

“Why would you do that to your pretty face?”

He blushes, stuttering, “You think I’m pretty?”

“Everyone does.”

“Yeah, but…not pretty. Hot, maybe.”

“God, don’t get full of yourself.”

He lets out a giddy laugh, “You called me pretty. C’mere.” Dominik slips the hand on his abdomen to his waist and wraps his arms across her shoulders.

“I’m going to puke!”

“No, you aren’t,” he chuckles, his laugh vibrating in her ear.

Nori pulls her head away from Dominik’s chest so that her makeup doesn’t transfer onto him. She gets a glance of her still unzipped dress from the mirror and groans.

Once she pulls away, she turns around, “Can you help?”

Dominik’s easiness and cockiness immediately diminishes. He isn’t sure where he can pinch her dress that isn’t below her bum, but he was going to have to. He gulps as his fingers brush her zipper, trying to ignore the white thin material of her underwear.

Nori isn’t in a better state, having held her breath since she turned around. The feeling of his fingers brushing the back of her thigh riddled her body with goosebumps and an unfamiliar feeling pooled in her stomach.

And god did he take his time zipping up the dress. He goes painfully slow as he inches the zipper higher and higher. By the time he’s finished, Nori fans herself again and Dominik, without thinking, blows air onto the nape of her neck to cool her down. He watches as the goosebumps ghost her skin and smiles. His eyes meet hers and the way she looks in the dress makes him choke.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she spins around, trying to forget the feeling of his cool breath on her neck. It makes her feel tingly inside and after the hectic morning and vomit, she doesn’t need that feeling. “I’m going to brush my teeth and then we can leave. You, uh, you look good too, despite that.” She points up to his eyebrow with a teasing smile, he snorts.

It was intrusive to cut his eyebrow again. He hadn’t done it in a couple of years but after seeing a couple of old photos back at home he decided to give it another shot this morning. After Nori’s reaction, he was never going to do it again.

“I’ll wait in your room,” he whispers. Nori quickly meets him after she’s done and takes the tie that he fiddles around with. He grumbles, “I don’t think I’m doing it right.”

“You aren’t,” she responds and a lazy smile falls onto his face as she stands in front of him. Her hair is down and styled in a way she had rarely done it. He had seen it once before at a banquet, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her that entire night.

Nori tugs him closer with his tie, making him tumble towards her, “Woah.” His comment goes ignored as she slots the tie into the knot she created, pushing it up towards his neck, he places his hand over hers to take over.

“I’m not sure how tight you want it.”

“Thank you,” he smiles. He looks down at her and a giddy but nervous laugh escapes out of him. He watches the way her eyebrow twitches with amusement. “Okay, are you ready?”

The two of them race out the house in order to make it to the venue on time. He opens his car door for her while she gives him instructions. The more she thought about it, she wasn’t sure what to introduce Dominik as. They still hadn’t discussed what the plan was except him already being labeled as her ‘date’ by her mother.

But she doesn’t have much time to ponder because they arrive with two minutes to spare before the doors of the church close. Dominik takes her hand and jogs while Nori tries her hardest not to break her ankles in the heels she wore. Dominik’s roaring laugh ring through her ears as he leads her down the corridor.

They sit down in the back but Dominik won’t stop laughing despite slapping his hand over his mouth. Nori hit him on his arm to shush him, but it only made him lean closer to her as he stretched his arm around behind her. Nori’s hand settles more on his thigh than hers but she’s too nervous to move it, not like Dominik minds her touch anyway.

After the exchange of the vows, they get up to take the walk to the reception and Dominik instinctively holds out his arm for Nori to wrap hers inside. Nori’s mother finds them midwalk, “Oh, look at the two of you, how cute! Come come, I need to introduce you to some family.”

Nori wants to protest that they should wait until they are inside but she is sent flying by her mother’s grip. Dominik’s tumbling right beside her, chuckling in her ear.

As predicted, Nori’s mother introduces Dominik as Nori’s ‘boyfriend,’ and Nori would’ve corrected her but Dominik is so smitten to meet Nori’s family, taking their hands and greeting them with a bright smile. Nori wants to throw up. He is playing the role so well, slipping his fingers into hers and pulling her close after meeting her family.

After they finish, Dominik leans down towards her ear, “Your family is nice.”

“And they all think we’re dating,” she sasses.

“What is wrong with that?” He pulls out her seat for her and scoots his seat closer to her.

“Nothing,” she says. “Except when they ask about you again, I’ll have to tell them we broke up.”

He clutches his chest, “You are breaking up with me at a wedding?”

Nori breaks out into a laugh as Dominik feigns hurt. “You’re right, I probably shouldn’t say those words at a wedding.”

He chuckles, next time he would her boyfriend and it wouldn’t be just for a day. He slings his arm over her chair and smirks to himself.

Two hours and a meal and a couple of drinks later, Nori and Dominik were on the dancefloor dancing as if her dress wasn’t centimeters away from having a mishap. Dominik tried to get her to slow down but she was having too much fun with her cousins and some of her aunts dancing. She wasn’t drunk or tipsy, but she had some alcohol in her that Dominik had thought otherwise. She was just excited to dance, that’s all.

“I have to pee,” she yells into his ear as he slides his hand against her waist. He nods and leads her towards the restroom, both of their shoes clacking against the floor. “Are you having a good time?”

The purple glowing lights against his diamond earring has her staring at him for longer than usual. A line of sweat lingers near his temple, his proximity almost overwhelms Nori but also gives her a sense of comfort.

“Yeah I am, they have pálinka.”

“What’s that?”

“Hungarian alcohol.”

“Oh,” she opens the door and holds it open for him. It was a single-use restroom. “You can drink more if you want, I don’t mind driving us back.”

He nods, “I should be sober by then.” It goes without saying when Nori pulls her hair up and turns around in front of him for him to unzip her dress. He does so and exits the restroom, waiting until he hears a small voice that she was done. He had only been out there for a couple of minutes but the air seemed to shift once he came back in.

Nori’s dress is still unzipped and her back exposed as she leans over the sink. But her gaze. Her gaze is hard as she looks at him through the mirror, making him gulp as he locked the door. He treks slowly and stops barely a foot away from her.

“You look so good in that black,” she comments. He brushes off the blush he feels because he can do flirting. He can flirt, right?

“I like the way you dance,” he replies.

“What do you like about it?”

“You dance so,” he glances down at her shoulder, “carefree. Not caring what other people think. It’s beautiful, the way you look so happy. I mean, your dress was almost falling but you fixed it and kept going.”

She laughs and he swears he feels his knees buckle. Her eyes gleam within the mirror and it makes him so unsteady that he masks it by zipping her dress. His nimble fingers delicately pinch the material and drag the zipper to the top. Nori leans back, bare shoulders pressing into his chest. His hands rest on her hips as he hesitantly looks up at the mirror.

“I’ve never—” she stops abruptly, Dominik gives her waist a squeeze for encouragement. He rests his chin against her shoulder, Nori not even fazed with his prickly beard or trying to reel away. “I’ve never…been kissed before.”

He wasn’t sure what he expected to hear but it certainly wasn’t that. The confusion is etched on his face he pulls back and looks down at her, “What? But—” It wasn’t even her age, it was that she was so beautiful. That all he would overhear were guys trying to ask her out. Asking Trent, and even him once, if they could ask her out or knew if she was single. Dominik knew that Trent never shot down a guy’s pursuit either, letting them know to go ahead, heck, he would say the same thing.

She shakes her head, “It’s never bothered me because who would I even kiss? But today my cousins were all telling me how hot you were and that of course I’d bag someone who's ‘so hot’ because I’m ‘so pretty.’ And I kinda found it all so foolish because you and I aren’t dating, and they know I’ve never kissed someone so they think I’ve done it all now…I’m starting to feel a little guilty for lying.”

Dominik steps towards her again, his hands firm on her hips, standing up straight. He feels like he needs to exude some kind of confidence so that it transfers to her.

Nori speaks before he can, “I know I’m pretty—that sounds really dumb, but I know that I’m—that I’m okay, but still.” Dominik watches the way her shoulders droop and he impatiently waits for her to finish talking. He didn’t like listening to her beat herself up about something. She continues, “I’ve never had a boyfriend. Never been on a date. Never even held hands! And I know it’s foolish, but my cousins would be the first to know and I’m almost certain they know I’m lying.”

“Okay, wait,” Dominik interrupts the second Nori pauses. “Just wait. You are beautiful, super—like—I can’t even think in English—beautiful. Any guy would be lucky just to even get a glance in their direction from you. Any guy. You know Trent and I, guys come up to us all the time to ask about you and we tell them to just go talk to you.” Dominik’s words were coming out so fast as he tried to stop Nori from feeling bad. “And your cousins, I’m sorry for making you lie to them. I can apologize to them, make it clear that we haven’t done anything.”

Nori rests her head against Dominik collar bone again, her mind forming more thoughts than she can keep up with. Somehow, Dominik’s words disappointed her. It didn’t make her feel wanted. She had heard about guys coming up to Trent, some made it her way but they were never ‘great’ guys. And despite Dominik’s efforts, it only made her feel worse.

‘Any guy,’ but not necessarily him.

Oh. Oh, she’s going to vomit. That’s what it was. It was Dominik who was making her feel so nervous, so dizzy, the reason her stomach fumbled, and the reason she seemed to want to clench her thighs when he touched her.

Nori pushes his hands off of her, forcing herself to get off of him. She ignores Dominik’s confused face in the mirror, looking down at the faucet instead. She couldn’t think of Dominik that way, not when he made it clear that he didn’t see her that way.

“Nori?” His voice is soft, so low that she thinks she imagines it. “Are you okay?”

“Can you leave?”

Dominik feels heat creep behind his neck, “What?”

“Can you leave?”

He fumbles over her fragile voice, his heart skipping a beat. He wants to comfort her, wants to ask her what’s wrong—

“Dominik, please, can you leave?”

“Yeah,” he sputters out. “Yeah, I uh, I can.”

He stumbles out of the restroom, bumping into someone on his way out. It’s an old family friend of Nori’s, a guy around their age.

“Dominik, right?” he asks, and Dominik’s mind is so clouded from Nori’s sudden change of emotion that he can barely muster a nod. “I’m Danny. Nori’s old friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dominik mumbles, clasping Danny’s outstretched hand.

Danny pulls Dominik’s hand, forcing Dominik right into Danny’s ear, “So, was it a good fuck?” Danny whispers.

Dominik pushes him off, “What?”

“C’mon, we all saw you go in there with Nori.”

“What the fuck—”

“We had bet y’all wouldn’t last until the night,” Danny nods to a group of guys and Dominik’s stomach churns. Danny holds out his hand for Dominik to clasp, and Dominik can barely think as he weakly takes Danny’s hand. “The way she had your hands on you, you just won me a twenty.”

Danny walks away and Dominik restrains himself from following him and the group. The boys clap Danny once he returns, raising their glasses at Dominik.

He thinks about storming up towards them, grabbing them by the collar and telling them to leave Nori alone, and he turns in their direction, head hot as he sees them laugh, but the restroom door opens and Nori comes out, looking surprised to see Dominik still there. She gives him a curt smile and walks off.

That small exchange clears Dominik’s rage.

He follows her down the corridor but the second she walks onto the dancefloor, he loses sight of her. Too many bodies to make out where she went, he heads to the bar.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on?

“Drive safe,” Nori’s mother says to Dominik. Nori hasn’t mumbled a word since she entered his car. Her heels are in her hands as she peers out the window.

And he really has no idea what he’s doing. One second they were good, the next, Nori is turning away from him after avoiding him the rest of the night.

Nori, on the other hand, just wanted to rip this dress off. It felt too suffocating, poking her in all the wrong places, and too tight, like the lies she buried herself into. Her cousins believed her, but she would soon have to tell them the truth. She couldn’t stomach lying to them for more than a day. Besides her cousins, her aunts and uncles would come up to her during the dance and tell her how they were so happy Nori met someone and that he was making her happy. It was sickening.

As Dominik pulls up her driveway, he debates on following her inside, “Do you need help taking off your dress?”

Nori glances at him, her exhausted eyes make his throat hitch. She nods, grumbling, “What do you think?”

She hops out of his car and he huffs as he turns it off, following closely behind her, “You know, I don’t really know what to think right now. I’m so confused that I—I’m just really fucking lost right now, Nori.”

Nori doesn’t look at him as she keys her front door. She opens it wide enough for Dominik to follow behind her. His hair is ruffled and his blue tie and suit jacket long gone. Hairs peak out through his unbuttoned shirt, and Nori would’ve ogled if she wasn’t so damn exhausted and over with it for the night.

She walks upstairs silently, his heavy footsteps a step away from hers.

“I met Danny.”

Nori freezes, slowly turning towards Dominik, “What?”

“After I left the restroom, I bumped into him. He thinks we had sex.”

“And what did you say?” She crosses her arms. The two of them stand in the upstairs corridor, Dominik leaning against the staircase post.

“I didn’t get to say anything because he walked away so fast.”

Nori swallows, knowing that Danny would spread a rumor to anyone who heard and she certainly didn’t want her mom hearing that she—allegedly—hooked up with Dominik in the bathroom at her aunt’s wedding.

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said in the restroom,” Dominik rubs his hand on his face. “I don’t know if that made you upset, and if it did I’m sorry.”

Nori nods, realizing her silence was only confusing Dominik more and that wasn’t necessarily fair after all he had done for her in the past couple of days, “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize.”

“Was it something I said?” He walks towards her, sticking his hands through his hair.

She nods again, looking at his chest instead of his eyes. She coughs, “I don’t want just any guy.”

“Oh,” he pauses. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

She turns towards her bedroom and pulls her hair up with her hands, Dominik follows behind her. He peels down the zipper again for the final time of the night, a somber feeling in the air.

“You, um, you look really pretty in the blue,” he comments. “My favorite color on you by far.”

Nori feels her throat tighten, the urge to turn around and just spit it out at him forms but she doesn’t. He’s saying all the right stuff, but what, means it all as a friend?

“Dominik,” she blurts, surprising herself as she turns around. She couldn’t keep a secret for long anyway. His eyebrows raise, falling slightly when she doesn’t respond. He stands there, waiting for her to say something but she doesn’t.

Dominik would rather dig himself into a hole and never come up than to be in this awkward, uncomfortable bedroom. He takes a step back, fists shoving into his pockets, “Have a good night, Nori.”

Nori decides within that moment that she isn’t going to let the awkwardness linger for another day, but she also feels her heart shatter.

“Is that what it is?” Nori asks, catching Dominik off guard at how loud but shaky her voice is. “Everyone thinks I’m pretty but no one sees me as—” She stops suddenly.

Dominik’s eyebrows pinch together, “As what?”

“Desired.” Dominik’s eyes grow wide but Nori continues, “No one wants me. No one wants to have sex with me unless what, it’s a bet? Yeah I heard that conversation, Dominik, why did you leave that part out?”

He isn’t even sure what to respond to first, but he’s gasping for some kind of dignity, “I—”

“I mean you certainly didn’t deny it, and so what, were you ever going to tell me?”

“Wait, I didn’t bet on you,” he corrects.

“I know you didn’t, but you didn’t correct Danny. After I had just told you I had never been kissed, do you seriously think I’ve had sex before?”

Dominik freezes, “He caught me off guard, Nori. I was already so confused after leaving the restroom. You—after I said what I said, you got upset, and it made me confused. Then I run into him and it’s like I can’t even understand what he’s saying. I swear all I could think about was punching him and I couldn’t think of words.”

“Punching?”

“Are you kidding? After what he did, Nori? Making a bet with his friends?” Dominik nearly flaps his arms. “I was going to do it. Was about to walk towards them too, but then you opened the door.”

Nori stares at him quietly, trying to connect the dots while Dominik sighs, almost too exhausted to plead his case too. It was nearing four in the morning, and Dominik would love to spend more time with Nori, but not like this. Not when they’re both seconds of being frustrated with each other.

And Nori would feel embarrassed after just telling him that she’s a virgin, that she feels less-desired, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t know why, but she doesn’t feel that way in front of him.

“Thank you,” she sighs. “For not going punching him and causing a scene, but also for your words.”

He winces, “Not like they seemed to help much.”

“Yeah, but, it was thoughtful.”

Dominik doesn’t feel right leaving her after the conversations they shared, it doesn’t seem like everything that needed to be said had been said.

He scratches his neck, almost groaning at the words that find his brain because he knows he can’t convey them in a better way, “I…you know how you said no one wants you?”

Nori flops on her bed and buries her head with her hands, “God, that sounds so pathetic”

“What?” Dominik comes up to her and drops to his knees slowly. He doesn’t care about how much her wooden floors seem to make his knees ache, just that she would listen to his words.

“It was so dumb—”

“No it wasn’t,” Dominik says, his voice firm. “It wasn’t. Look, we haven’t necessarily been on the best of terms, and when we do, it feels like we sometimes go back to square one, but I like you, Nori. Not in the friend way, in the ‘I want you to be mine one day’ way.”

Nori’s throat bobbles as she peeks at him through her hands. He lets out a nervous chuckle, gently prying her hands from her face and clasping their hands together.

“I’ve liked you since the day we met, which hasn’t been great since you’ve ignored me the past month after I almost broke your nose—” Nori laughs and Dominik’s chest squeezes at his confession but also her joy. “I’ve been trying to make it up since then. I just didn’t want to make you feel pressured, it’s why I hadn’t made a move. First, I didn’t want you to feel like you owe me something after I gave you a ride. You don’t, nothing at all. And then after telling me you haven’t been kissed before, I backed off because I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Nori feels the tears well up in her eyes, blinking them away before they can spill. Dominik’s gentle eyes bounce between hers, his thumbs stroking her the mountains of her knuckles.

“Thank you,” she musters. If he was going to be honest, she needed to too. “I got upset in the restroom because I realized I liked you. It was right after you said that any guy would be lucky to be looked at by me, and I got upset because it wasn’t you.”

Dominik chuckles, “I’m the luckiest guy right now, looking right at you.”

Nori laughs, wiping the tear that fell, and then wrapping her arms over Dominik’s shoulders, burying her head into his neck. He hugs her back, his hands slipping through her unzipped dress and landing on bare skin.

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” he presses his lips to her temple gingerly, leaving a chaste kiss on her skin before squeezing her tighter. He kisses her exposed shoulder a few times.

Nori pulls away from the hug and Dominik raises one, questioning eyebrow at her. It’s the eyebrow with the slit and for whatever reason, Nori finds that as the cutest thing she’s ever seen in that moment. She chuckles, kissing his slitted eyebrow. His eyes narrow as smiles, cheeks bubbled up in Nori’s hands.

And she does it, she presses her lips against his and it’s fast. Very quick and nervous. Dominik’s laugh vibrates underneath her hands as he bats his eyes bashfully, “Nori…maybe a little longer wouldn’t hurt.”

She nods, initiating the next kiss as his hands relax at her waist. He wasn’t going to make the next move, only wait for her. Her lips are still hesitant when they meet his, and his lips part in a smile. She giggles, finding more confidence to press her lips harder against his and Dominik has to stand up in order to not fall back, but god he’s been waiting for months for this moment.

She pulls away, “How was that?”

“Better,” he cheeses, pecking her nose. He sits down beside her on her bed, “So, our first date, I was thinking about a night by the docks? At the restaurant that’s there?” Nori listens to his next words but she’s so infatuated with the way he speaks, the way he’s so emphatically enthused and passionate. “Oh! And we can hold hands as we walk down them.”

She chuckles, slipping her hands into his and pecks his cheek, “Okay. I’m excited for it, but can you please help me out of this dress now?”

Nori had no idea what she was doing or if she was walking in the right direction. Their first date wasn’t until a couple of days laters but Nori had to see Dominik. And the docks, they were so windy, the wind battering her hair as she walked alongside the pier. She had seen so many, so many different boats and god she really hoped these last few piers she’d find Dominik or else she’d feel really stupid.

She clutches onto her coat tighter, going up on her tippy toes to look at the men working on the boats and docks. They all had hats and blue jumpsuits, some with wet suits. And ugh, what if Dominik and his dad were in the water and wouldn’t be back until later? She should really just call Dominik instead of trying to surprise him.

There was only one dock in her hometown, but it was so long. She realized that quickly once she started the walk.

A whistle comes from behind her, she tries to ignore it but then another comes, short but loud whistles. She turns around, seeing a blue jumpsuited-figure standing meters away, so far that she can’t make out who they are very well. They give her an overly-enthused wave, hand flapping across their head.

But Nori can make out the wavy curls and Dominik’s bright smile. She chuckles, heading his way while he meets her midway.

“Hi,” he cheeses, pulling her into a hug, his arms are tight as they wrap around her waist.

“Hey,” she shies.

“Surprised to see you here,” he chuckles. “My dad said he thought he saw a girl walking the piers, I just said she was probably going to take pictures somewhere and I look up and it’s you.”

Nori takes in his outfit, black boots, a zipper kind of jumpsuit that he would slip into. The zipper is unzipped to his abdomen, displaying the black shirt he wears underneath. He looked so much different than what she was used to. No one had the pleasure of seeing him like this back in Liverpool, just her.

“Nori?” he questions, eyes glinting as he dips his head towards her.

“Sorry, this outfit.”

He shuts his eyes, “It’s a part of the job—”

“No, it’s cute!”

Dominik lets his hands linger on her waist, chuckling, “You’re a terrible liar.”

“It’s cute,” a hand of hers slips between them and pinches his dimpled cheek. Pressing herself up to her tippy toes, she kisses him briefly on his cheek, a goofy grin on her face that Dominik’s knees buckle for a second. She pulls back, digging into her purse, “I brought you something.”

Dominik’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Me?”

She nods, “Yes.” She pulls out the tiny bottle of pálinka and hands it to him. “I know you didn’t get to drink it at the wedding, and I’m not saying to drink it now, but I saved one for you.”

He laughs, “Aww, Nori, this is sweet, but I told you you don’t owe me anything.”

She shakes her head, holding her hands up, “I’m not taking it back, and I know you said that but it’s just a little something. I don’t owe you anything, I know.”

Dominik grins, stuffing the bottle in his pocket. He would’ve spotted Nori in a room of crowded people, and that’s exactly what it felt when he saw her walking alongside the pier. Her here just for him. He really wanted to pull her for a proper kiss.

He peeks back at the docks his father was at, confirming that it was out of his view. As soon as he turns back to face Nori, he pulls her in for a hug and picks her up, spinning her. She lets out a yelp, clinging onto shoulders.

“Thank you for coming,” he exclaims, “I’m really happy to see you.”

Once he places her back on the ground, his hand slides behind her ear and pulls her in for a kiss. It’s sweet, chaste, and has Nori fumbling to catch up to his movements because his lips were engulfing hers.

She wouldn’t mind doing this again, not at all.

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Note: If you made it this far I love you so much and you are so cool and deserve the best itw, especially after putting up with Domi's sloppy performance. Brave soldier. (:

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footballffbarbiex · 2 months ago

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out of curiosity, how quickly would you want this?

(I thought it would be tonight but now it's looking like that's not possible)

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lucy90712 · 1 year ago

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Fluff alphabet- Dominik Szoboszlai

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Physically Dominik loves your lips. Of course he loves kissing them but thats not the only reason he loves your lips. Over time he has noticed the little habits you have with your lips from biting them when you are concentrating or how you pick at them when you are nervous. He just finds it so endearing how he can tell how you are feeling just from looking at your lips. He also loves your lips as they are always soft from the lip balm you put on which he often has on too from kissing you so much.

Personality wise Dom loves how cheeky you are. He likes to mess around and not be too serious in life so the fact that you are like that too is perfect. As much as it also drives him mad he loves that you aren't afraid to tease him or pull a prank every now and then because he loves your fun side. He also adores the face you make when you know you are being cheeky as he just thinks it's so cute.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Dom definitely wants kids. He adores kids and you do too which means you two have always been on the same page about definitely wanting kids even from the start of your relationship you knew if you two stayed together you would have kids someday. Dom has always loved seeing you with kids whether they are the kids in your family or his teammates children you are always so good with them and it just makes his heart melt. He is always thinking about how you will be with your own child and he can’t wait for the day he gets to see you with your baby together in your arms. The two of you would like to begin expanding your family sooner rather than later but plans were put on hold when you moved to Liverpool as you wanted to settle into life there first.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

Dominik loves to completely smother you when he cuddles you. He likes to hold you as close as humanly possible and then bring you in closer. He is always giving you big bear hugs when he gets home so when you cuddle it's pretty much the same, his arms are wrapped all the way around you and he holds you close to his chest. Dom likes to cuddle like this as when he's around he likes to make the most of the time you two have together. You both have pretty busy schedules so any time you get to spend together he definitely doesn't take for granted. You never complain either as having him close is always so comforting and after a long day or week his cuddles are exactly what you need.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Dominik sees his whole future with you. The two of you have been together for a while and doesn't see that ever changing. He's so happy with you and he wants you by his side for whatever the future throws at you, the good and the bad as that’s just how your relationship has always been. The both of you love the idea of being there for each others biggest achievements whatever that may be. Dominik always sees you watching him play in the biggest match of his career with his family and your kids with you cheering him on and he can't wait for that dream to become a reality. He also sees you doing big things in your field, he always has such faith in you and he is always pushing you to achieve what he knows you can and when you get there you best bet he's going to be there too.

E = Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)

Dominik is good at expressing his emotions especially with you. Most of the time he's not very serious and likes to have fun in life but he knows when he needs to be serious and he does it well. Sometimes the two of you argue like any normal couple but you are never mad at each other for long as Dom just can't stay mad at you and he always makes you crack too with his smile. Of course he will apologise for getting mad but then you two just joke about how stupid the fight was in the first place. Dominik being so lighthearted in life is always great too as you can get quite stressed about just life in general and he always cheers you up and helps you see the brighter side.

F = Feelings (When did they know they're in love?)

Dominik knew he loved you the second he got to know the real you. When you first stared dating you had not long got out of a bad relationship so you had your guard up for a while. As soon as Dom was able to break down your walls and gain your trust he knew it was all worth it as he got to see how amazing you really were. Once he got to see the side of you that he was missing before he knew he loved you as you were just such a wonderful person and he never wanted to let you go. He'd worked so hard to get to this point and he was so happy you had let him in that he was just overwhelmed with love for you.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

He is so incredibly grateful for you that he can't put it into words. He knows that you do so much for him and are willing to give up so much to help him in his career. When he got this big move to Liverpool it only took a split second to tell him that he should go for it and that you'd be with him every step of the way. You moved countries and left your job all for him and he couldn't be more grateful for that. It's not just that though he just appreciates all the other millions of things you do for him. Without you he wouldn't be half the player or person he is thats how important you are in his life.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

Dominik never ever keeps secrets from you. He knows that your ex kept so many secrets from you that you are always worried about him keeping things from you so he just doesn't. He doesn't want to ever upset you so he just tells you everything as it makes him feel good as he isn't keeping secrets and it keeps a high level of trust between the two of you. The fact that there are no secrets between you is one of the reasons your relationship is so strong and both of you take pride in that. Dominik has to keep surprises from you but both of you see that as something completely different plus its never for long anyway.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

Dominik absolutely hates seeing you hurt. He always feels responsible as he is the one that has taken you away from home and away from your family so if anything happens to you he always beats himself up over it even if there's nothing he could do about it. If he could wrap you up in bubble wrap to keep you safe at all times he would but he can't so that so unstead he just takes care of you whenever you get hurt. Dom becomes a full blown nuerse whenever you're injured he does everything for you and always makes sure you go to any doctors appointments and have any medication you are supposed to take as he just wants you to get better.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

Its not often that Dominik gets jealous as he trusts you more than anyone else in the world. He is also a bit of a cocky character so he just knows that to you he is better than any random guy that could approach you so he knows there is nothing to worry about. If there is a situation where a guy just won't leave you alone then he will step in and play the angry boyfriend but thats just to make sure you are safe and the guy leaves you alone. There was one time another footballer was flirting with you and he did get a little jealous but he didn't really let it show he just made sure to stick by your side for the rest of the night. Another reason he doesn't show any jealousy he does feel is because your ex got jealous at everything and he doesn't want you to worry about him being insecure when you talk to other guys.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Dom loves to kiss you behind your ear, he discovered his love for it after the first time he kissed you there because it made you go so red that he couldn't help but feel a little smug. To this day it still makes you blush everytime he kisses you even though he has done it thousands of times. He also enjoys it because he can whisper things in your ear even completely innocent things but it always gives you goosebumps and sends shivers down your spine. Dom loves that he has that music of an affect on you.

Dominik loves when you kiss him just at the edge of his lips. You do it to tease him and you are very good at it as everytime it drives him crazy. He won't give up until you give him a proper kiss even if he has to tease you too to get what he wants. Dominik likes that you aren't afraid to show some courage and tease him too which is exactly why he loves the fake kisses as he knows you are in the mood to have some proper fun.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

Dominik would definitely say it first. He is a confident person so once he's sure that he really does love you he's not afraid to tell you. He doesn't really think about it when he tells you it just happens one night when you are over at his place watching a movie. All of a sudden in between films he just tells you he loves you which takes you by surprise so to give yourself some time to think you kiss him before saying it back. A few years later when you are remembering the moment Dom admits that he was actually a little nervous which you think is really cute as he doesn't really get nervous especially when it comes to you.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

Dominik loves any time he gets to spend with you but his favourite memory is from the first time you went to one of his games. You had been to games before but none of them were when the two of you were official. So when you went to a game for the first time as his girlfriend he was so happy as he got to see you cheering him on from the stands which only motivated him to play better. You also wore his shirt to the game which Dominik loved as it meant that everyone finally got to see that you were his and he couldn't be prouder to show you off to the world. It was overall just such a good day that it has become one of Dominik's favourite memories that the two of you have shared.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He does like to buy you things but he doesn't do it all the time. On any special occasion Dominik definitely spoils you but on any regular day he holds back. There are times that he just can't resist and he will get you things he knows you will love. Sometimes it's something little like stopping off to get your favourite chocolate on his way home but other times he goes a bit crazy and will buy concert tickets to your favourite artist just on a whim. You always tell him off for doing that but you both know he's never going to stop as he just loves how happy his surprises make you too much.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious to others?)

Dominik doesn't really act too different. His friends don't really notice a difference other than he obviously talks about you a lot more as you are getting more serious in your relationship but thats nothing unusual. His family however can tell straight away that he's utterly smitten with you. It's not something that can be put into words but they can just tell that he's got almost a different aura around him now that he's found someone he's really happy with. It's even more noticeable when he's with you he just doesn't stop smiling the the look in his eyes when he's looking at you is like nothing any of his family have seen from him before.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He is always calling you baba. He has also picked up on some British nicknames of which his favourite to use is darling which you love too.

Q = Questions (What are the questions they're always asking?)

Dom is always asking you what you want to do. Most of the time he asks that to find out what you would prefer to do for your date night or on his day off. Sometimes he asks as he wants to know what your goals are and what you envision for your future.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

There are a lot of rainy days in Liverpool so the two of you have got used to the wet weather quite quickly. If it's only raining lightly outside then the two of you will go on a walk as usually everyone else in inside so it is rather peaceful to walk around the town just the two of you. Sure you may get a little wet but that just means you get to curl up in comfy clothes afterwards. If it is chucking it down outside then the two of you will stay in and play some board games or some card games together. Dominik is usually very competitive so he wins most of the time but occasionally he will let you win or sometimes you just beat him which doesn't happen often but when it does it sure feels good. Dom also loves cuddling up with you and taking a short nap as it means he gets uninterrupted calm time with you.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

When he's having a bad day Dominik likes to distract himself from whatever's bothering him and you are perfect for that. Sometimes he likes to just listen to you talk and that's enough to take his mind off his bad day and make him feel 10x better. On other occasions he likes to do something with you as he needs a bit more to distract him. You are always very good about doing whatever he needs to feel better but also checking on him and asking him what's wrong as you want to always be there for him.

When you are sad he likes to make sure you know how loved you are. To do that he will make a nice dinner for the two of you which is always one of your favourites and if he can get a recipe from your mum thats a bonus. He also likes to run you a bath with loads of bubbles, candles and anything else he can find for you to relax in. Sometimes he will join you in the bath and others he will just sit outside and talk with you it just depends what you want. There are always lots of compliments thrown around too.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Dominik likes to reminisce so the two of you often talk about fun memories you have together or telling stories from your lives before you met each other.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

Dominik knows you inside out. There is no one else in this world that knows you better and thats something that he is very proud of because he always wants to always know what is going on with you without having to ask. There is one thing that Dominik can't understand and thats why you get so anxious. He has tried to understand and he has gone with you to therapy sessions to try and help but nothing seems to make any difference. It makes him sad as he just wants you to be happy and he can't fix your anxiety which always bothers him.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in in comparison to other things in their life?)

You are incredibly important to dominik. You are his support system and his whole world so you are the most important thing in his life. He always places you on a pedestal which you don't think you deserve but he just loves you so much that you will always be above everything else in his life. Of course he loves his family and football will always be a big part of his life but he believes that you will be there through everything that happens which is why you are so important to him.

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

Dominik proposes a few years into your relationship. He would've proposed earlier but he wanted to spend more time breaking down your walls and completely gaining your trust so that there is no doubt in your mind. When he's ready he does it while the two of you are back in Hungary visiting his family. He takes you to a place he always used to visit while he was still living at home and shows you around. At some point he stops at a point with a lovely view which is when he gets down on one knee and asks you the question and of course you say yes within an instant. After basking in the moment together he takes you home and his family as well as yours are there to celebrate which makes the day so much better.

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

Dom doesn't really mind it's about what you want for him. If one day you are happy to be close to him and kissing him then he will absolutely give the same energy back and probably more because that's just how he is. There are some times that you don't feel as comfortable whether that be because there are more people around or because of the event you are at and you don't want to be as touchy with him. In that situation he will simply hold your hand or have and arm loosely around your waist. In private however Dom is always all over you showering you with kisses and his hands are always on you in some way but that's just that way you like him to be.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they're separated from their S/O?)

Dominik always misses you a lot when he's away but with the amount he has to travel he has got used to it. Dom is always texting you when he's away and every night you two will FaceTime no matter what even it it's just for a few minutes before one of you falls asleep. He always looks forward to coming home because you are always waiting for him right by the door ready for him to wrap you up in his arms. When he comes home he always gives you all the kisses and cuddles you would've missed out on while you weren't together.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

Dominik would do literally anything for you. He doesn't care what it is if someone says he has to do it for you then he would no questions asked.

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