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gul4bjamoons · 3 days ago

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✩ the sparks of sunrise;

omar marmoush ──────

what happens when a certain receptionist finds herself drawn to the charm of the club’s newest signing?

⭑ wordcount : three thousand one hundred fifty-seven.

⭑ notes : i was supposed to put this up when he was announced but was sick out of my mind so whoops– enjoy it on his debut day instead ;)

˙⋆✮ masterlist.

Morning light filters softly through tall windows, illuminating the polished floors. Outside, the city stirs, slowly waking. Inside, the gentle hum of morning routines unfolds—the shuffle of feet, hushed voices. It’s a rhythm you know well, yet today feels different.

A stillness hangs in the air, anticipation crackling as you prepare to meet Omar Marmoush, the club's newest signing. The buzz around him has been impossible to ignore—young, incredibly talented, a player with potential that could light up the field. But it’s not just his skill that’s caught everyone’s attention; it’s his reputation for being something of an enigma. Quiet, reserved, almost unreachable. The kind of guy who keeps to himself, preferring to let his play do the talking.

When the glass doors slide open, Omar steps through with a grace that seems almost calculated. The moment he enters, the air shifts. His presence is commanding despite his almost shy demeanor. There’s something about him—something that makes you pause for just a beat, like the sudden change of a breeze on a warm day. It’s not just his height or the way the light catches his sharp features; it’s the quiet confidence that emanates from him, like an unspoken promise of something more.

His eyes, dark and observant, scan the room before landing on you, and when they do, there's a quiet intensity there, almost as if he's studying you in return.

"Good morning," you greet, offering him a warm, easy smile as you glance up from your desk. Your voice is light, the corners of your lips lifting automatically. "You’re early. Didn’t expect anyone for a while."

Omar’s gaze meets yours, his eyes steady, his expression unreadable at first, but then his lips quirk into a small, confident smile. “I prefer to be early,” he says, his voice calm and smooth, like the slow roll of waves lapping against the shore. “Can’t afford to waste time, right?”

The words are confident, but there’s a faint, almost undetectable edge of uncertainty in his eyes. You’ve seen it before, in other athletes, in other people who carry the weight of expectation on their shoulders.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the way he seems to carry himself. “Agreed.” you reply, leaning back slightly in your chair, your eyes narrowing playfully. “Not many players are here though. I think the only one you’ll find around is the coach.”

His eyes flicker toward the hallway, his gaze momentarily distant, as if imagining the journey ahead. “I’m fine with that,” he says, readjusting his gym bag while stepping away. “I just need to get out on the pitch again.”

You smile, amused. "Okay, but just so you know, the hall can be a bit of a maze. You’ll want to go straight, past the gym, and then left. It’s easy to get lost your first time."

Omar waves you off with a casual flick of his wrist, his grin still intact, but you notice something in the way his shoulders tense, the slightest hesitation in his movements. “I’ll manage.” he replies, a little too confidently, as if he’s trying to convince both you and himself.

There’s something about the way he says it, though—the way his jaw tightens just a little, the way his hands curl at his sides—that tells you he’s not entirely sure of himself. It’s the instinct of someone who’s used to standing alone, used to figuring things out in his own way. It’s also the instinct of someone who’s afraid of being seen as anything less than perfect.

“Alright,” you say with a knowing smile, unable to resist teasing him just a little. “But if you do get lost, I’ll be right here to help. Can’t promise I won’t make fun of you for it, though.”

Omar chuckles, a quiet self-awareness that lingers beneath the surface. “I won’t need that.” he says, his voice light and teasing, but you see the way his cheeks flush a little, the color creeping up his neck like a telltale sign. He’s not fooling you.

You watch him carefully, noticing the way his posture straightens, his steps purposeful, yet unsure. And then, instead of turning right, where you’d directed him, he veers left, heading confidently down the middle of the hall towards the trophy room.

You can’t help but laugh softly to yourself.

"Hold on!" you call out, your voice light and teasing. "Didn’t you hear me? You’re supposed to head right. The locker room is the other way.” You push away from the desk and stand up, the heels of your shoes clicking on the floor as you make your way toward him, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Omar freezes mid-step, his body jerking just slightly, and then he turns slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. His cheeks flush, and the awkwardness is palpable, but in that instant, he’s more human than anything else.

“Oh, I misunderstood.” he admits, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “My bad.”

"Don’t worry," you say softly, the teasing lilt in your voice making it clear you’re not holding it against him. “It happens to the best of us. The walls here can be tricky.”

He chuckles, a quieter, more genuine sound now, and you notice how the tension seems to melt away from his shoulders. “Guess I was too caught up in my mind” he says with a half-shrug, the easy arrogance of earlier replaced with something more sincere.

“Yeah, that happens,” you reply, matching his pace. "But you’re going to want to pay attention to the signs, especially if you’re trying to avoid making a fool of yourself in front of the team. Good luck!”

Omar laughs and for the first time, you sense a little vulnerability behind that seemingly impenetrable exterior. "I’m sure they’ll forgive me. First day and all."

“First impressions are everything,” you tease, nudging him lightly with your shoulder as you walk. Your eyes meet, and for a heartbeat, there’s a spark there—a connection that neither of you acknowledges out loud, but it lingers between you, quiet and unspoken. “But lucky for you, I’ll make sure it’s a good one.”

As you approach the locker room, Omar’s steps slow, and he looks over at you with a smile. "Thanks. I guess I wasn’t as prepared as I thought.” he admits, his voice quieter now, the weight of his earlier bravado replaced by a touch of humility.

You give him slight shrug. "It’s no problem. The first day’s always the hardest. Besides, it's good to have someone show you around—no matter how much you think you’ve got it under control."

He looks at you one last time, and the expression on his face is a mixture of gratitude and something else, something more fleeting and harder to pinpoint. "I owe you one, I guess."

“No worries,” you reply, stepping aside to let him pass. “But you better keep that ego in check—next time, I won’t be here to bail you out.”

As the door swings closed behind him, you smile to yourself, the quiet satisfaction settling in your chest. He’ll fit right in here—he just doesn’t know it yet.

Guess first impressions do matter.

Outside, the world was still drowsy, waiting for the sun to summon it into action. But inside the building, it had already begun. The soft rustle of movement—slightly muffled footsteps down the hall or the faint hum of the HVAC system sputtering to life.

You sat behind the reception desk, bathed in the amber glow of the early morning sunlight. The air was cool, with just enough crispness to make you feel awake but not rushed. The soft buzz of your computer, the shuffle of papers between your fingers—everything felt familiar, grounding. As if this quiet moment could stretch on forever, and you could lose yourself in it without fear.

The door opened, a soft sigh of movement that cut through the stillness taking you from your thoughts. And there he was. Omar Marmoush. Just as he had been for the last few mornings—before anyone else, sometimes even before the coach. The space bent to his presence, the stillness rippling around him as if acknowledging that this was his moment, his time.

He donned his City kit, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders, and the way it fit him—neat and purposeful—wasn’t just athletic, it was almost sculptural. His dark eyes caught yours instantly, as if your presence had always been part of the plan.

"Good morning, Mr. Marmoush," you said, the words slipping out almost automatically. Your voice chirped the greeting that had become familiar over the last few days.

"Good morning," He replied, his voice carrying the same smooth confidence as always. He lingered at the counter, his eyes studying you for a beat longer than usual, as if he were contemplating something.

You tilted your head, a small smile playing at your lips, the sparkle in your eyes sharp and knowing. "You’re up early like usual," you remarked, the words slightly mocking him. "Not many players are awake at this hour."

"I like the quiet," Omar said, his voice lowering, a touch of something more honest there. "Helps me focus. No distractions before the chaos begins."

You allowed yourself a soft smile, the corner of your mouth lifting in quiet acknowledgment. "I thought you liked the spotlight," you teased, your voice light, playful. "Doesn’t the chaos suit you?"

His smile returned, but it was more guarded now, a shield back in place. "I do," he said with a shrug, a flicker of mischief dancing in his eyes. "But sometimes, it’s good to step away from all that. Makes the work feel... more real, you know?"

You leaned back in your chair, the soft creak of the leather adding a sound to the stillness around you. "I get it," you said, your voice a touch softer now. "Still, not sure many people would show up before their boss just for a little peace and quiet."

His gaze held yours a moment longer, that familiar intensity flickering again, and you couldn’t help but feel the subtle challenge in it. "Some of us like to be ahead of the game," he said, his voice carrying the weight of something unspoken, something that suggested this wasn’t just about arriving early—it was about owning the moment.

You laughed. "Ahead of the game, huh? You sure you’re not just trying to make your teammates look bad?"

The challenge in his eyes deepened, and he leaned a little closer to the counter, the air between you suddenly feeling charged. "Someone’s got to set the standard," he said mischievously, yet the presence of sinceirty lingered in his words.

You shook your head, amusement dancing in your eyes. "Careful, Mr. Marmoush," you teased, your voice light but the words carrying more weight now. "If you keep showing up this early, soon you’ll be the one unlocking the building instead of me."

His lips quirked upward into a half-smirk, and he paused for a moment, letting the playful tension build between you. Then, his voice dropped just slightly, almost a whisper. "You know," he began, his gaze steady, locking with yours, "if you keep calling me that I’m going to start thinking I’m older than I am."

The warmth in your eyes sparked with a glint of mischief. "Well, I wasn’t sure how formal we should be," you said honestly. "You keep showing up so early, I wasn’t sure if you were going for the 'boss' vibe."

A rich chuckle escaped his lips, deep and amused, as if the idea of it pleased him more than it should. "A boss vibe, huh?" he repeated, his fingers tapping lightly against the counter as if the idea were something to be considered. "I don’t need a title to make an impression.”

You chuckled as you shook your head in response.

"But, fine. If you want to keep calling me ‘Mr. Marmoush,’ I guess I can’t stop you." Then, his gaze held yours, intense and unyielding. "But I’m not going to stop asking you to drop the formalities," he added, a subtle challenge hidden beneath the smoothness of his words. "Plus, you can’t keep calling me that forever, eventually you will have to refer to me as 'Omar'."

Your heart skipped a beat, the air between you both charged with something more than just playful banter. "We’ll see, Mr. Marmoush," your tone playful.

The morning air outside had a crisp bite, carrying the first whispers of autumn through the open window. Soft beams filtered through the tall windows, stretching lazily across the floor and illuminating the dust particles that seemed to float like tiny stars suspended in time. It was a moment frozen in peace, a stillness that only the early mornings seemed to hold.

You were wrapped in the hum of the building, the rhythmic ticking of the clock like a heartbeat in the silence. The steady click of the pen in your hand created a symphony of concentration until the door opened. A gust of cool air slipped in, catching the edges of the papers on your desk. The familiar scent of his cologne—earthy with a hint of citrus, like rain on stone—suddenly filled the room, grounding you in the moment.

Omar stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the glow of dawn. He wore a hoodie, the dark fabric a stark contrast against the warmth of the room. His eyes found yours almost instantly, and in that gaze, there was a quiet intensity, something that made the room feel smaller, more intimate.

"Early as usual, Mr. Marmoush," you said, your voice light but warm, a playful edge to your words. You couldn’t help but notice the way the corners of his mouth tugged upward in that half-smile that always made your heart race just a little faster.

"Of course, Good morning." Omar replied, his voice raspy due to the timing of the hour.

You couldn’t help but watch as he moved, the way his fingers slid into the pockets of his hoodie, his thumb tapping absently against the fabric. His eyes never left yours, and it made your pulse quicken, a little unexpected warmth formed in your stomach. For a split second, everything around you faded—the ticking clock, the soft creak of the building settling, the hums of your laptop—and all that remained was him.

Omar leaned casually against the counter in front of you, his arms folded across his chest. His gaze lingered, sharp and steady, and yet there was a playful glint in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher.

You tore your eyes away from him, focusing instead on the day’s schedule. Your fingers moved across the papers, steady and deliberate, though you were aware of every movement in the room. His presence filled the space like a slow-burning fire.

"Alright," you began, your speech was monotone despite the fluttering in your chest. "Mr. Guardiola wants the players to check their recovery schedules before heading to the locker room. He has something special planned for later in training, but health comes first."

Omar nodded, his gaze flicking briefly to the clipboard on the counter, the edges of the paper catching the light in a way that made the whole moment feel sharper, more defined. He seemed to be listening intently, but there was a glimmer in his eyes—something knowing, something that made you feel like he saw right through you.

"Got it," he said finally, his voice low. But then, as if he couldn’t resist, his lips curved into that maddening smirk. "Thanks, Qamari."

You froze, the word hanging in the air between you like a spark. Your fingers stilled mid-motion, and suddenly, it felt as though the room had grown smaller, quieter, like time itself was holding its breath.

"Qamari?" you echoed, your voice soft, hesitant. The way it sounded on your tongue felt foreign but… intimate, like something you shouldn’t want but did anyway.

He leaned a little closer, his grin never wavering. "It’s the nickname I decided to give you," he said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "It fits, doesn’t it?"

You felt the heat creeping up your neck, blooming across your cheeks. "Oh really?" you asked, raising a skeptical brow.

Omar’s expression softened, his teasing smile giving way to something quieter, something almost tender. "Yeah," he said simply. "It means ‘moon’ in Arabic. It’s common in Egypt, you know. A compliment for women with beauty so striking."

His words settled in the air between you like a gentle breeze, and you could feel them taking root in your chest, in your thoughts. The phrase lingered, and you found yourself feeling an odd sense of peace in it, as though the nickname fit in a way you couldn’t explain.

"Why don’t we just stick to the name on my badge?" you managed, trying to inject some playfulness into your tone to cover up the fact that your heart was practically racing out of your chest.

"Hmm." He rubbed his chin theatrically, his expression exaggerated as though he were deep in thought. "Nope. I’ll call you what I want since you refuse to call me Omar."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. "But—"

"Nah," he interrupted smoothly, shaking his head with a teasing lilt in his voice. "Fair’s fair, right? You stick with 'Mr. Marmoush,' so I get to choose a name for you."

You leaned back in your chair, arms crossing in mock defiance, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to suppress. "That’s not how this works," you said, a faint chuckle betraying your stern expression.

He shrugged, the movement easy and unbothered. "I think it is," he said, his grin softening just enough to make it even more maddening, like he knew exactly how to press all the right buttons without ever trying.

Then, with a casualness that was almost infuriating, he reached for the schedule you’d so neatly laid out, his fingers brushing the paper followed by his shoes scuffing against the floor.

"See you later, Qamari," he said, his voice orotund, the nickname sliding off his tongue with maddening ease. He started toward the lockers, his brows furrowed as he glanced down at his schedule.

"You can’t keep calling me that forever!" you called after him, your voice rising above the hum of the building, echoing down the corridor as if it were chasing him.

He paused for a brief moment, just enough to glance back over his shoulder. The grin he wore widened into something brighter, effortlessly charming and completely infuriating all at once. Then came the laugh—rich and full of mischief, the kind that made your stomach twist in ways you couldn’t quite explain.

Damn him.

You stared after him, your cheeks still flushed and your pulse betraying you. You already knew you’d lost this round. And worse—you weren’t entirely sure if you minded.

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brownskinlemon · 8 months ago

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Midori Sour pt.2 (d.f.)

pairing: dominic fike x (photographer fem! reader)

word count: 3,347

summary: you attend your friend Omar's pool party. what happens when liquid courage and a certain curly-haired boy combine to change your perspective on LA?

warnings: (18+) explicit language, smut, smoking of maryjane, unprotected s3x (kinda?),

author's note: Let me know down below if you guys would like a part 3 with the morning after. It would be such an adorable way to end this little mini series <3

It seemed he was thinking of you too, because soon after blue light flooded a small part of the room from a text, an unsaved number.

It read: “Can’t sleep. Come watch tv with me?”

You all but ran to the door, hopping up and making your way across the hall with no second thoughts. You lightly knocked, peering down the empty hallway, blanketed in silence as you waited for him to answer.

Your heart caught in your throat as the door swung open, and there he was. Clad in nothing but pajama pants, towering over your heated frame, he looked like everything you needed in this moment.

“One second..” He turns to walk back to the bed briefly, grabbing a freshly rolled joint and returning to meet you back at the door frame. “You down to come smoke this with me first?” He tilted his head slightly as he waited for your answer. You nodded, a small smile making its way onto your face.

You stepped aside, letting him lead you down the dimly lit hallway. The scent of his cologne followed behind him as you both made your way to the backyard. It looked so different out here when it was empty. Neon lights gently blanketed the large pool, pool floats drifting aimlessly, and the moon reflecting delicately in the calmness of the pool. You and Dominic walked to the edge of the water, sitting criss-crossed aside on the warm ground. The silence was a sharp contrast to the overstimulation of earlier, save from the quiet flickering of Dom’s lighter as he lit the joint. You watched closely as his pink lips parted, ghosting the smoke effortlessly.

“So..”He took an additional hit before handing it to you gently.”How long have you been like..in LA full time?” His eyes traced your features as you took a hit, waiting eagerly for your answer.

“Almost..6 months just about.” You blew out a bustling cloud of smoke, handing the joint back.

“You feel like you’re adjusting well?”

“Can you ever really feel adjusted to LA?” You sighed. He chuckles dryly, smoke coming with it.

“I’m with you on that. I've been here for a few years now, and shit, it still feels like sometimes I can’t ever keep up.” He shook his head, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he titled his head back to gaze up at the blanket of scarce stars blanketing the dark sky above you. The joint was at its near end, and after taking a final hit, he looked back towards you.

“Finish it off for me hm?” He held the small remnants of the joint in the air near you, watching you closely as you leaned forward to take a generous hit, not breaking eye contact. You pulled back, coughing at the smoke filling your lungs, and you both broke out into giggles at the choked sentence you attempted to get out mid cough.

“Holy shit.” You finally began to catch your bearings.

“You good?” He leans forward, one hand reaching to grab the underside of your jaw gently.

“Yeah..” Your breath stalls at the sudden contact. “Do you…should we go inside and get snacks or something?” You mentally facepalm yourself.

Snacks? Seriously Y/N?

“Oh uh..sure.” He hops up, offering his hand down to you, and hosting you to meet him on your feet.

You are once again trailing behind Dominic as you both make your way back inside. The kitchen is just as stunning as you remember , draped in marble countertops with a large island in the center. The pool lights crashed through the glass wall overlooking the backyard, serving as the backdrop to you and the tall boy’s silhouettes.

As he opened the fridge, you went to the candy drawer, remembering it from last time you came over.

“Y/N I’m not gonna kill you for grabbing a snack you know? Look through the drawers hunny, I can’t even finish half the shit I buy anyway.” Omar stated.

“Yeah-sorry.” You stumbled out.

“You know, one day soon, you’re gonna come out of that shell of yours.”

“Maybe for the right amount of liquor and a miracle." You sigh.

You chuckled at the memory, settling on a pack of sour patches to sooth your munchies. You padded over lightly to the island, leaning back up against it. Dominic made his way across from you, leaning against the counter opposite you. You were too focused on opening the package to notice his gaze trained on your face.

After finally getting it open, you finally looked up at him. “Want some?” You raised an eyebrow.

“For sure.” He leans forward, opening his palm as you shake a few into his hand.

A comfortable silence fell over you both, as you briefly turned your head to look out the window. Being alone with Dominic was strangely comfortable, almost like you two already knew each other. You returned your gaze to him, surprised to find him still taking glances at you, seemingly deep in thought.

“What?” You broke the silence.

“What do you mean what?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what again?” He asks, genuine concern lacing his voice.

“Your eyes, that thing you do. I feel like you’re looking too deep into me. Like you’re gonna see something you don’t like if you stop prying.” You state dryly, peering down at your feet that have become the most interesting things in the world.

“I haven’t been able to stop looking at you all night, don’t you realize that? If there was something about you I disliked, which there isn’t, I’d know by now.” You couldn’t help the heat spreading through your cheeks, and more importantly the schoolgirl-like smile fighting its way to your face, tilting your head down to your feet in an attempt to hide it.

Your breath stalls in your throat as you see him stand up from his leaned position on the counter, walking closer and closer to you until there was nothing but a few inches between you too. You could feel the heat blazing from his skin, and you had no choice but to face him as he caged you in against the counter with his arms on either side of you. He was towering over you, bringing his face so close to you that the faint smell of mint and weed was faint.

His doe eyes were blown, and you couldn’t help yourself from utterly and completely drowning in them. A small smirk made its way to his face as he took notice of your shaky breathing, your own eyes mirroring his.

“Dom..” You muttered weakly.

“What is it?’ He asks, feigning ignorance. “You have me out here about to kiss a girl I just met today, you realize that?” He sighs.

Please do something, anything.

You nodded, begging him silently to do it. Just as you stood on your tippy toes to hover your lips closer, he lunged forward gently to connect your lips. You had been aching for this feeling all day, and the pleasure surging through your veins was even more euphoric than you could’ve imagined. It started out gently, testing the waters as you both sank deeper. You and his hands began to make their ways to explore each other, making your kiss deeper and more intense.

You gasped as he lifted you onto the counter, and he replaced his mouth in no time. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer as you began to slyly grind up into him. It took everything in him to pull back from you, and you almost chased his lips as he began to speak.

“How far do you wanna go?” He pulled back from you, raising his eyebrows, rubbing circles into your hips.

“I want you to take me all the way Dominic.” You breathe out.

Holy shit this cannot be happening.

Without missing a beat, he lifts your heated frame into his arms, resuming your kiss as he walks you back to his room, closing the door behind him. He places you down gently on the bed, crawling over you between your thighs, using his arms to hold him up above you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He says breathlessly, pupils blown out from the adrenaline pulsing through him.

“Hm you think so?” You asked shyly.

“Yeah I do.” He smiled at your coyness, diving back in to connect your lips. His warm hands made their way under his hoodie on your body, making you gasp as they came in contact with your stomach. You began to rid yourself of it, and he leaned back to help you finish, tossing somewhere in the room haphazardly.

He kissed down your jaw, kissing and sucking lightly across your neck, tilting your chin back gently for access. A whimper broke from your lips, cutting through the silence in the room. He continued his torture down the expanse of your chest, leaning back to play with the edge of your tube top.

He tilted his head to the side at you adorably, “Is it okay if I take this off?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

You pulled it over your head, the both of you now only clad in bottoms. You instinctively rush to cover your chest, and his intense gaze softens for a moment. He gently grabs both of your hands in his hand, removing them from your chest to push your hands above your head. He dips his head down, peppering kisses all over your chest.

“So so pretty.” He says between kisses. His mouth trails over to your nipples, eyes locking with yours as he wraps a mouth around your nipple. A whine rips through your throat, echoing a little too loud. He pulls back, whispering near your ear while nipping at it.

“I need you to be quiet for me babydoll. You think you can do that for me?” His voice sends a lightning strike of pleasure down through you and to your core. His eye contact found its way back to you, the depth of his stare drowning you. With the way he looked at you, he could convince you to do anything.

You nodded, eyes glazing over.

“Good girl.” He nods back at you, humming in approval. “Lift up your hips for me.” He slid your underwear and pajamas off of you gently.

A chill ran through you as you realized you were completely and utterly bare to him, and he had the same realization. His eyes raked over your frame, mouth slightly agape as he took you in fully.

“Jesus christ you are perfect.” He rasped out, heat flushing your features at the compliment.

“Dom..” You cover your eyes with your hand, turning away from him as a smile breaks out on your face.

He silently slid down the bed, finding a place between your thighs as he hiked your leg up onto his shoulder. Your breath began to become unstable, your brain unable to catch up to your body. You felt his soft lips gently kiss the inside of your thighs, and he leaned his face onto your thigh.

“Hey…look at me baby. Please?” You couldn’t resist the sickeningly sweet rasp of his voice, and peeled your arm away from your face to look down at him. His puppy eyes were impossible, brown and deep, silently begging you to fully give yourself to him.

You watched as he hovered over where you needed him most, finally connecting his mouth to your core. You threw your head back at the contact, the weed and buildup from today combining to make you more sensitive than you’ve ever been in your life. Your breath stalls, and you grip onto him for dear life, suppressing the moan that threatens to spill as he works you over with his tongue.

He begins to slide a finger into your entrance slowly, gripping onto your hip to keep you still as your hips jolt at each brush of your g-spot. Your hips grind up into him, small whimpers and heavy breaths racking your chest. He hums in appreciation, selfishly relishing in how hard you were fighting to stay quiet. The plateau you had been on was now turning into an incline, and you felt yourself becoming closer and closer to tumbling over the edge. Your legs shook uncontrollably, stiffening as your hands searched wildly for something, anything to bite down on.

You settled on a throw pillow, bringing it to your mouth as you sunk your teeth into it. Your eyes rolled as a sob racked your chest into the pillow as your orgasm suddenly washed over you. Dominic watched uninterrupted as your back arched, and you gave into him shamelessly, convulsing underneath him with your hand laced in his near your hip.

He let you ride it out before pulling back as you whined at the sensitivity, wiping his mouth of you and bringing himself back above you.

“Hey..” He cupped your face gently, trying to coax your eyes back to him. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, still finding your breath. “Holy shit.”

He chuckles at your dramatics, leaning down to kiss your forehead. When you finally open your eyes, the fire behind them is burning bright, pupils blown from your recent rush.

You peer down between you both, noticing the tent in his pants that’s poking lightly against your thigh. He follows the path down to where you’re looking, taking in the way your mouth was slightly agape.

“Hey.” He calls your attention back to him, rubbing his thumb gently at your cheekbone. “Are you okay if I-”

“Yeah!” You clear your throat. “Sorry. Yeah. That’s fine.”

He flashes you a look of gentleness, moving back from you to rid himself of his pajama pants. He groans at the relief, his manhood stiff and taunts against his stomach, precum glinting in the lights of the room. You can’t help when your eyes widen at the sight. He climbs back over you, pulling the comforter over you both up to his hips.

“Dom..I don’t…I don’t think that’s gonna fit.” You weren’t a virgin, but the sheer size of him compared to what you were prepared for was making your mind race. His eyebrows raise, as he smiles down at you.

“I’m flattered that you think I’m well endowed. But I promise you, it will. Trust me.” Sincerity danced around the rings of his irises, leaving you no choice but to believe him. You nod slowly, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Are you on birth control baby?” He continues. You nod again. He kisses your nose. “Good.”

He finally settles between your legs, beginning to rub his tip between your dripping folds, making both you and him gasp. “Holy shit baby you are soaked.” He groans, squeezing his eyes together to find his bearings. He pauses for a moment, massaging your hip bone as he begins to speak again.

“You are beautiful, you know that?” He looks down your frame, taking in you again once again, relishing in the compromising position you both found yourself in. “I need you to let me know if it's ever too uncomfortable, I will stop anytime. I mean it. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm.” You nod, unconsciously grinding your hips up into his in impatience.

“Ok. Ok. I get it.” His breath stalls at the contact, turning his attention back to between your legs. He finally begins to push the head in, both of you gasping again. “Hey. Breathe.” He nodded down at you, taking in your still chest. You attempted to oblige, short, harsh breaths leaving your nose in an attempt to relax yourself. Your eyes rolled as he worked into you inch by inch, the slick walls of you welcoming him in effortlessly. Your hips jump as he finally presses fully into you, brushing your g-spot and making him near whine as you fully sheathed him.

“There we go. Atta girl.” He praised raspily, delighting in how your legs began to wrap around him and your eyes found him in a sultry and desperate spell. When you fully adjusted as he moved slowly, a tame moan broke through the barrier of your lungs, and he ducked near your ear once again. “Shh baby, you gotta be quiet for me remember?”

“Dom I’m trying- it’s so hard.” You whimper pathetically, sounding almost on the verge of tears as you wrapped your arms around his toned back.

“I know baby I know.” He tuts in mock sympathy, picking up his pace slightly and pressing deeper into you with every thrust. “You can do it though, I know you can.” You threw your head back, clenching down onto him, your hips jolting as he prodded at the one spot you needed him over and over.

Your hands dug into him harshly, sure to leave some marks in the morning. Your best efforts to conceal your noise were no match for the torturous pleasure washing over you, coursing through your veins. The boy between your legs seemed almost hellbent on making you wanna scream. A guttural moan flies from your lips, and his hand flies up to catch in its path, cupping your mouth.

His eyes lock onto yours, watching as they roll, just as his hips rolled fervently between your own. Your legs began to shake around him, cueing him into your impending release. Another breathless moan is muffled against his palm as he reaches his free hand between you both, using the wetness there to circle your sensitive bud.

“You gonna be a good girl and give me another?” He watches as your wet eyes fight to look back at him, groaning as you begin to clench down on him relentlessly. Before you both knew it you were flying over the edge for the second time, holding onto the man for dear life as silent sobs wracked through your whole body. “There you go. Give it to me.” He rasps, biting down on your shoulder lightly when his own release begins to creep up.

As your orgasm begins to wane in intensity, his own finally approaches, both of you a desperate mess as you hold onto each other like your lives depend on it. You feel him fill you up with one final pump. You would have to grapple in the morning with the fact that you had sex with a man on the first day of knowing him, and welcomed his eager release into you so willingly. However, said man was Dominic Fike, so any residual regret would be very limited, if at all.

He gently pulls out, the emptiness a sharp contrast to the depths of you he has just reached. His mop of curls was flush against your chest as he laid his head down on you. You both laid wrapped in the comforter and the warmth of one another, letting your breaths catch up with you. Your nails scratched his scalp lightly, curls slightly damp, and a hand ran down his overly warm back. Your eyes were barely open, but you peered down at him , noticing his fluttering closed.

“Y/N” He grumbles lightly, almost startling you.

“Hm?”

“Can I take you out to breakfast tomorrow?”

A tired smile breaks out on your face. “Do you want to?”

“I do.” He shuffles closer to you, burying his face in your neck. “Don't want you to think this is all I wanted you know? You are amazing, from what I can tell. Wanna keep talking to you.” You feel him smile into your neck, pecking a light kiss after.

“I’d like that.”

“Also want you to keep making me midori sours if that's okay.” He says, wrapping himself impossibly closer as if being in your skin wouldn’t even suffice.

“Mm. I can do that.” You sigh comfortably.

You both fell asleep, limps wrapped up haphazardly around one another. The serenity of the night blanketed you both, both of you blissfully unaware of the chaos that Dominic’s story had caused.

While you drifted deeper, a blue notification lit up the entire room:

“Instagram: 1000+ notifications”

TO BE CONTINUED: I have made the executive decision to make a finale: part 3! It will be very fluffy and a bit comical, I look forward to wrapping this up in a really sweet way. Thank you all, enjoy!

#dominic fike #dom fike #dominic fike x reader #dominic fike smut #part 2 #midori sour #omar apollo

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emotionalblues · 2 months ago

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AND WE KEEP GETTING FED AHHHHHHH

WHO ALLOWED THEM TO LOOK SO GOOD!?!??

me rn:

#drew starkey #omar apollo #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x reader #queer #queer movie #queer 2024 #outer banks

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months ago

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For OA Zidan

“But I'm still yours and you're still mine”

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @Rosaliedepp @anime-weeb-4-life @daydreaming-belle

Companion piece to Back In Town - Omar doesn't realise you're back in town until you turn up at his crime scene.

The sun is filtering through the curtains when Omar wakes up tangled up in you. You’re draped across his chest, your cheek resting upon the space where his heart beats for you and only you. It may have been three years since the two of you were a couple but Omar’s feelings for you haven’t changed and he knows yours haven’t either. You still gravitate towards each other even after all this time.

You stir against him and his lips brush over your forehead, gentle and reassuring. You settle then, mumbling a little in your sleep before you snuggle closer and Omar closes his eyes because these are the moments he misses, the mornings the two of you used to spend just being with one another amidst the chaos of the world.

When he wakes up a little later, you’re still out for the count. You’d been on that case for thirty six hours before his team tagged in, it’s the reason he drove you home last night, you were too exhausted to function. He slips from the sheets and heads into the kitchen to make coffee.

He didn’t get to see much of your apartment last night. He’d been too tired, too focused on climbing into bed and holding you.

It’s as he’s waiting for the kettle to boil that he finds himself studying your bookshelf, you have some old favourite’s and some new titles. It’s when his eyes come to rest on the black picture frame that his heart thuds a little faster, he picks it up, the edges of his mouth twitching up into a smile.

It’s of the two of you at his birthday, the one before you left for Delaware. You’re sitting in his lap and he’s looking into your eyes like you’re the only woman in the world because you were, you still are. He glances up as the bedroom door clicks open and he sees you standing there wearing nothing but the white shirt he was clad in yesterday.

“Omar…” You say softly. “Come back to bed.”

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#oa zidan #oa zidan x reader #omar zidan #omar zidan x reader #zeeko zaki #fbi

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blair-the-juggalho · 1 year ago

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Hello!! I absolutely love your TWDG writing. And I have been having a bad day bc my tooth broke and I'm stressed -_-

Could you possibly make a "TWDG S4 characters when a bubbly Y/N is upset/sad"? ^_^

Hey yeah ofc! And I’m so sorry I hope your day gets better lovely :(

Also I did this as platonic lmk if ya want me to redo it idm! 😭

Another sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes it’s half three am and I’m tired

Also side note, sorry I’ve been like gone a lot of stuff happened and I lost intrest in the game but it’s kinda coming back I’m just getting use to writing again so if this sucks I’m SO SORRY 😭😭😭💖💖💖

TWDG S4 characters when a bubbly Y/N is sad

Violet

She’d find you a bit strange and would tease you but in honesty she loves how bubbly you are

Whenever life gets her down all she has to do is spend some time around you and she feels better

She notices instantly when you’re upset tho and will give it a few minutes before coming up to you

“Hey. What’s up? Why are you all depressed?”

But fr tho that’s her job 😞 LMAO SORRY

But you’ll open up to her and she silently nods along

Whatever it is she gets it

“Yeah…it sucks sometimes…”

She won’t say much but she offers to go somewhere more private so you two can chill and just complain to each other

She’s not all that good at comfort but she’d really try

When your back to normal she’d have a small smile on her face

“Ya happy again now?”

She’d be a bit upset if you’d want to go right back to being around everyone else but she’d join you anyway cuz she’s just happy to see you smile again

Mitch

He doesn’t really get it I mean how can anyone be happy living like this? I mean sure it’s manageable at times but it still sucks

He’d never on his life say it but he does secretly enjoy how happy you are even if he’d tease you for it

When he sees you upset tho I’m so sorry but this man is useless here

He doesn’t notice at first but after Willy or someone points it out he picks up on it and worries a bit

However he just hopes you cheer up on your own and doesn’t say anything

But he does watch out for you in the corner of his eye

He just assumes if it’s really bad you’ll come to him

Cuz he won’t come to you unless your both alone

When you do tell him what’s up he’s still not very helpful

“Damn…that sucks..”

He does care he’s just rubbish at showing it

He will let you stay with him but be warned you’ll both be sat in silence if you’re not in a talking mood

But when you do cheer up he’s relived

again, not that he’d voice it

“Happy again huh?”

Marlon

Marlon finds you to be a breath of fresh air, he always has a gentle smile on his face when your around

He’s happy that you can bring the others up too cuz a happy group is a good group yk

Plus you keep him calm too

So when he sees his usual happy friend down in the dumps he’s very confused

What happened to you?

He watches you for a bit then walks over to you and asks if you’re ok and if ya wanna talk

Hell take you up to the office and will listen to you explain why your upset

He listens and offers some advice and comfort

He’ll let you stay with him for a bit and if you like dogs yk he’ll get rosy to give you some comfort hugs and all

He just has normal conversations with you and will say that he hopes you cheer up soon cuz what would they all do without your positive ways

When you cheer up he’ll have a big smile and if your ok with it he’ll pull you in for a hug and definitely does that back pat and rub (yk the that you do to a friend or family to either be like heyy! Or ok that’s enough now)

Louis

HELLO YOUR BASICALLY THE ONLY OTHER PERSON THEIR WHO CAN MATCH HIS ENERGY

Like he needs to see you all happy and lively because that makes him more happy and lively too!

And this mf he instantly knows when you’re down and he will come up to you and just say “aww what’s wrong (name)? You gotta turn that frown upside down!” He might even pull an over the top sad face too

Depending on what kinda person you are this either kind of works or makes it so much worse

If he does realise that he’s not helping he panics a bit like

“Oh no- they really are sad…what do I doooooo?? This is badddd…”

He’s not all that good in serious situations and will try healing you with comedy and laughter

He’ll tell jokes, tease the others at Ericsson’s

Anything to cheer you up

Heaven forbid the moment you actually do cuz this mans energy is amplified by 100

“is that a smile I see?? So mx grumpy finally cheered up? Ha well it seems I’m just the best at curing sadness.” He acts all cocky but he’s just joking

He’s very pleased to see ya back to your regular self again

Aasim

Aasim always found it curious how someone so happy could exist in a world like this

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it

He can’t match your energy but he does support your cheerful ways

He won’t voice it but you do cheer him up when he’s having a bad day

he notices when you’re upset very quickly n all it’s very obvious lmao

He’ll give it a few minutes but after a while he’ll cave and awkwardly walk over to you

“So…you ok? You seem upset…”

You tell him what’s up and he listens

He either gives you advice or will empathise with you saying he gets it

He just kinda silently sits next to you cuz he doesn’t really know what to say

You both just kinda sit around for a while

he won’t really offer it out loud but he doesn’t mind giving you a hug if it will cheer you up

He just waits for you to feel better and is thankful when you do

(Sorry but damn this man I just can’t imagine he’d be much help here that sounds horrible Ik ik 😞)

Omar

This man is grateful that you’re the way you are even if he doesn’t voice it a lot

He’s also a silent observer so when he saw you where upset he just quietly watched you

I think he either doubts how good he is at comforting or he’s too preoccupied but he’ll still watch you for you

He’s kinda hoping it’s just a off day and you’ll perk up again in a while

He waits to see if anyone else will check up on you or if you’ll come to him

But if enough time has passed and both of those didn’t happen he’ll slowly make his way over to you

He doesn’t say much but he listens to you

The few times he does speak it’s either reassurance or advice

He will stay with you for as long as he can and if he had to start cooking again he’d let you stand next to him while he does so

When you cheer up again he wont say much but he has a smile on his face

Ruby

Ruby fully appreciates your bubbly ways and she will usually match your energy when she can

She really thinks you totally brighten up Ericssons!

But today you were acting totally different and she could just sense it

Like there was a shift in the air she just picked up on before she even saw you

Since she gives me like mother friend vibes she totally instantly goes over to ya

Are you ok hun? Ya seem down? What’s happened? Do ya need some space?

She’s there and she will listen to ya 100%

She does whatever she can to be supportive and she might tell a few rubbish puns to make you smile again

She’ll get all protective of ya too like if anyone tries to annoy ya (which I doubt anyone would but yk just incase) she will get so mad at them she’s shout at them and scold them so much

She’ll either stay by you till you cheer up or will give you the space if you need it but the moment she sees that smile she loves so much and that cheery personality she adores she’s matching that happy face

Brody

This girl loves how bubbly you are it’s such a nice change of pace from the usually rubbish day to day apocalypse life

You don’t know how much you can cheer her up and make her feel more relaxed

So she was super quick to notice that you where sad

Huh that’s (name), why arn’t they all happy?? Where’s that lovely smile gone??

I don’t think she’d straight away ask if you where ok cuz maybe you needed some space? I mean it’s normal to get upset now a days but this isn’t like you

She’d ask the others like Marlon if they noticed that you’ve done a total 180

She’d still stay put but keeps a close eye on you and after a few minutes of watching you mope around she’d walk up to you and ask if you where ok

After you tell her what’s got ya so bummed out she’d do anything to get that smile back

She’d listen to you, give you advice if you wanted it, she’d give you a hug literally anything!

She’d also try to distract you by planning some made up road trip (a beach trip if I remember correctly??)

She needs to see her friend go back to their bubbly self 😞

Once you do cheer up she just sighs in relief man she’s happy you’re back to normal lmao

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg x reader #twdg louis #twdg mitch #twdg season 4 #twdg s4 #twdg violet #twdg marlon #twdg aasim #twdg omar #twdg ruby #twdg brody

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drewsephrry · 3 months ago

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milandsk · 4 months ago

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would anyone be interested in inglorious basterds x reader fanfic ?

i want to write but i don't know about who 😭😭

#inglourious basterds #dieter hellstrom #inglorious basterds (2009)#hans landa #hugo stiglitz #bridget von hammersmark #shoshanna dreyfus #omar ulmer #inglourious basterds x reader

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atdawnweryd · 1 year ago

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This is layers of role play us mere mortals cannot hope to comprehend.

#wilmon #edmar???#f1 x reader #??????#(the reader being edvin ofc)#edvin ryding #omar rudberg

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bluesturniolo333 · 9 months ago

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besties!! i need to know if anyone of my fellow sturniolo triplet fans have watched young royals or heartstopper!! i watched both this past week and i am obsessedddd. i need someone to talk about these shows with. pleaseeeee

anyways, if this is you, send me a message!

even if it’s not you and you still wanna talk, message me!!!!!

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gul4bjamoons · 21 days ago

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────── masterlist. ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

football;

marcus rashford.

⭑ world’s collide part one, two, three, four…

⭑ a stubborn heart

jamal musiala.

⭑ threads of patience

⭑ wedding plans (ft michael olise)

omar marmoush.

⭑ the sparks of sunrise

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brownskinlemon · 9 months ago

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Midori Sour pt.1 (d.f.)

pairing: dominic fike x (photographer fem! reader)

word count: 3,711

summary: you attend your friend Omar's pool party. what happens when liquid courage and a certain curly-haired boy combine to change your perspective on LA?

warnings: (18+) explicit language, alcohol consumption (second part WILL contain smut) , MDNI!

author's note: i'm back! this is the first part of a two (maybe three) part story. this is loosely based off of my recent endeavors as a photographer who has literally only been to LA once in her life. enjoy :)

BONUS: listen to Hit Me Up by Omar Apollo + Dominic Fike for the full experience

The sun braised down the LA street as you stepped out the back of an uber, clad in a tank top and shorts, with a matching blue bikini set underneath. A duffle bag hangs on your shoulder as you approach the front door, ringing the doorbell. Your eyes scan the scenic neighborhood around you as you wait for it to open, as you take notice of the faint music and laughter you could hear around the other side of the grand house. You were brought out of your thoughts by the front door swinging open, immediately being wrapped up in a warm hug from the man in front of you.

“Y/N!”

“Hi Omar!” You chuckled, muffled into his chest.

“Come in! Everyone’s in the back.” He steps aside, letting you in. “You can go down the hall and find an empty guest room for your stuff, there should be…at least a few.” His words slurred slightly.

“The pool party just started and you’re already drunk huh?” You smirked, closing the door behind you.

“I am the party Y/N. It was 5PM somewhere when I started drinking.” He raises his eyebrows, walking backwards towards the back door. A chuckle escaped your throat, making you shake your head at his antics.

You originally met Omar during the filming of one his music videos as a production assistant. You were new to working in LA, and he was a breath of fresh air to the hectic energy of the city, and you guys became friends almost instantly. This wasn’t the first party of his you had been invited to, but you were not the most keen on thrusting yourself into a scene full of famous people, it felt almost like you were interrupting something unspoken. You accepting today’s invitation was an attempt at getting over that hump, and trying to have a life outside of work.

You watched as he walked out, music blaring from the backyard momentarily before being muffled by the now-closed door.

You made your way down the hall, poking your head into the different doors, finding the first few were already claimed.

I wonder who else is here, you thought.

You stopped near the end of the hall, finally landing on an empty room. You placed your bag on the bed, sauntering back down the hall to meet everyone outside. You braced yourself, peeking through the backdoor, surprised at the amount of people out there. You were too distracted by the buzz and activity of it all to notice the boy standing behind you, until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

He cleared his throat, prompting you to whip your head around to meet his gaze. Surprised was too simple of a word to describe the feeling that overcame you as you realized who it was. Dominic fucking Fike. He was taller than you remember him looking when you saw him on stage a few years back, curls slightly damp and a warm tan dancing across his toned body. He was holding a few bottles of vodka in his grasp.

“Do you mind opening the door for me?” He asked, seemingly unphased by your staring and silence.

“Oh, uh..yeah! Yeah. Sorry.” You jumbled out, stepping aside to slide the door open for him.

He chuckled lightly. “Thank you so much.” He walks out a few feet. “You’re the best.” He says over his shoulder, walking over to the outdoor bar. You made your way to an empty chair, ridding yourself of your shorts and tank top. Sure, you were slowly getting used to meeting celebrities in your line of work, but you sure weren’t used to being that close to most of them half naked in such an informal setting.

You watched across the pool, watching Dominic as he joined a group of people. It was almost palpable, the amount of awe and admiration that everyone seemed to have for him, and you couldn’t blame them. He threw his head back in laughter, and if you listened close enough you could hear it faintly through the music. His eyes scanned the pool before landing back on you, freezing you in your place. You swallowed thickly as his eyes scanned over you, intensely analyzing you piece by piece, before connecting with yours again.

What the fuck. Did I just get checked out by..no. Maybe?

Just as quick as you spotted him though, he was gone.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, snapping out of your trance to scan the chaos for Omar, seemingly the only person here that you knew. You found him near the edge of the large pool, finishing up a conversation with a couple who looked like they were getting a little too comfortable under the water.

He turned to you as you approached him, tilting his head to the side as he caught a wave of your unsure eyes and tense body language. He unwrapped your arms from your chest, dropping one of your arms to pull you with him lightly to the bar.

“You’re way too tense, and frankly, too fucking sober.” You both arrived at the bar, and you watched as he scanned the seemingly endless options of alcohol, settling on an unflavored vodka.

“Luckily, you are just in time for shot o’ clock.” You watched as he poured you both up double shots, dancing and humming along to whatever song was currently playing.

You clink your glasses together, throwing your head back and the shot with it. As the shot begins to flood heat through your chest, you lean up against the bar, and you hear Omar yell across the backyard.

“Dom! Come here bro!” He waves his hands obnoxiously. You watch over your shoulder as the boy finally arrives, leaning up against the bar with you. “ Have I introduced you to Y/N? She’s my favorite girl everrr. She makes music videos!"

You look up at the tall man, as he turns his head to scan a gaze up and down your body, finally tracing his eyes up to meet your eyes. His gaze was low and red, the obvious red cup in his hand and joint tucked behind his ear clued you into why.

“We met in the kitchen, she helped me get the fucking booze out here. She’s a life saver.” He says, his sultry gaze not leaving your eyes. “Dominic.” He sticks his hand out for you to shake.

“I know.” You raise your eyebrows, shaking his hand.

“I forget I’m technically a, celebrity kinda, I hate that fucking word. But it’s nice to formally meet you.” He says, taking a gulp from his red gulp.

“What’s in your cup? That looks a little empty.” Omar leans over the counter, peering into Dominic’s cup.

“It’s-”

“Doesn’t matter. You made it just in time for shot o’clock.” Omar smiles from ear to ear. He dishes out a third shot cup, filling all three to the brim with vodka. You all clink them together, and you find that this shot is easier to take back than the previous, almost too smooth. You close your eyes relishing in how the base thrumming you begins to feel amazing, causing you to sway back and forth. Omar comes from around the bar, dancing with you.

Dominic can’t help the way his eyes fixate on the fluidity of your hips, and the blissed out look on your face. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he watches as the tense body language he observed across the pool earlier seemingly dissolved, now drenched in liquid confidence. A different type of heat begins to blaze through him at the sight.

You had finally begun to open up, taking the next hour leading up to sunset to make your way around the party. You had met a group of girls in the bathroom, thrown a bit of ass, and flirted with one person to your memory. You were at least 6 shots deep now, the anxiety from earlier nonexistent. Unbeknownst to you, Dominic had snuck glances as you made your journey around the party, and it seemed every time he had the grand idea to actually have a conversation with you, you were gone.

As time passed, the large crowds migrated, emptying the backyard until it was you, Dominic, Omar, and a few of their mutual friends left in the pool.

You all were in the water now, bouncing mindless conversation off of one another. You couldn’t help but take notice of the red head stuck to Dominic’s side that had not been here earlier. He barely paid her any mind, but she seemed completely enamored by him. It was strange to say, but you did indeed feel a sense of jealousy at the possessiveness she had over the boy, there was something about him that made you wanna talk to him and she was making it almost impossible. You caught him occasionally sneaking glances at you as you made conversation with other people. The red head also found herself unable to keep sharp glares from flying in your direction, seemingly unwarranted.

An idea suddenly came to you. “Omarrr.” You drawled on, smiling as he turned to you excitedly. “Do you have melon liquor?”

He took a moment, eyebrows furrowing in thought, before nodding enthusiastically. You made your way to the edge of the pool, hoisting yourself up onto the warm cement. Dominic’s doe eyes followed you, and specifically the curve of your ass as you made your way to your feet.

“ Who wants a midori sour?” You exclaimed, watching in amusement as everyone raised their hand.

“You know how to make those?” Omar says, seemingly taken aback.

“I’m a woman of many trades.” You joke smugly over your shoulder.

You trotted over to the outdoor bar, thankful that the roof of it provided you some shield from the intense sun that had been baking you for hours now. You bite down on your bottom lip as you focus, taking embarrassingly long to count out how many glasses you needed. This cocktail was your only party trick, picked up from a few bartender gigs in college. You began dishing out shots of melon liqueur into the cups.

“How many shots go into it that way?” A voice suddenly breaks from behind you, making you jump.

“Jesus how fucking long were you standing there?” You fuss at him.

“Not that long.” He steps off from leaning on the counter, coming closer to you as you resume your previous actions. “How many?”

“Two.”

“That looks like a little more than 2 shots.” He says, and you look back to find Dominic peering over your shoulder at the various in-progress cocktails.

“I pour with my heart, I am not bound by the measurements of man.” You say without missing a beat.

“God that’s actually fucking profound, or maybe I’m just crossfaded and easily impressed.” He continues, “Well actually, you could probably say anything to me and I’d think it was profound.”

“All I’m hearing is that you are madly in love with me.” You sigh, voice dripping with mock pity.

“You might be onto something.” He smirks, eyes burning into the side of your face.

“Don’t joke too loud, it might upset your girlfriend over there.” You say, nodding back towards her direction.

“I don’t have..who are you- oh.” He realizes. “For the record, I don’t know her. She has been up my ass all night unwarranted, keeps telling me she likes my music and my tattoos.” You scoff at the answer.

“ Don’t we all?”

“You listen to my music?” He makes his way closer, leaning his hips back against the counter that you’re cutting fruit at, looking down at you. You were silently grateful that he somehow didn't realize you meant his tattoos too.

“Here and there.” You smirk to yourself, finishing cutting up a lime.

“What’s your favorite?”

“Probably ‘Dark’, or maybe your song with Omar, I’m a little biased on the latter.” You chuckle. Your lips wrap around a lime slice, sucking gently, and Dominic thinks to himself that he didn’t know a lime could be this fucking sensual. He is so lost in the view of your face and your figure that he forgets to even respond.

“Don’t stare at me, you’re making me nervous.” You respond without looking up, eyes trained on mixing the drinks in front of you. “You have an intense gaze, you know?”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm” You take a sip of one of the drinks, face scrunching up at the burn making its way down your throat. “I think…I think that most people, including me, are afraid of being perceived in a vulnerable way. You look at people, you look like, through people in a way that’s very…heavy.”

“Does that bother you?” He questions. You finally turn to meet his gaze, tilting your head to the side in mock thought as you peer up at him.

“Hm. In a strange way..I like it.”

“Get a room you two! Where are the cocks?” You suddenly hear Omar yell from the pool, snapping you two out of the unofficial staring contest you two had begun.

You and Dominic jokingly groan simultaneously. ‘Please never refer to cocktails as cocks again!” You yelled towards him, stifling a laugh. “Wanna help me?” You ask, referencing, to the now done drinks on the counter, unknowingly flashing your doe eyes up at the man.

“I’d be a dick if I didn’t return the favor.” He chuckled, lifting several drinks into his hands effortlessly. Somehow, you made it back to the group without tripping over your own feet.

“I will warn everyone that these drinks are mostly midori and the tiniest bit sour.” You admit, handing out the drinks until everyone was sipping on one. Dominic and you found yourselves sitting close together now, sitting on the edge of the pool. You couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered across his body, now being painted by the vibrant sunset. It didn’t matter what he was saying, his pink full lips kept you on edge, practically making you squeeze your thighs together at the tension beginning to flood your shared eye contact.

The smallest smirk found its way to your face as you noted the scowl painted on the red head’s face at the lack of access to Dominic. Was it petty to relish in the misfortune of others, sure. Were you stopping anytime soon tonight for her? No chance.

One of Dominic and Omar’s friends suddenly exclaimed, “Drinking game!”, to which you all joined in agreement.

It started off tame, with a few cheeky questions/ dares. Now, here you were, preparing for Dominic Fike to take a body shot off of you. If someone asked you what 6 months ago you thought you’d be doing now, having one of your favorite musicians do a body shot off of your half naked body at another celebrity’s mansion was not in the cards. To be fair, it was neither of your ideas. Little miss redhead, who’s name you learned was Ana, asked Dominic to take a shot off the most attractive woman, most likely assuming it would go in her favor, and had inadvertently set you up to do perhaps the most insane thing you had ever done since moving to LA.

“Relax your stomach, you’re messing up my base.” Dominic whispered to you.

“Sorry, this is just fucking insane.” You sighed, trying to steady your breathing.

“Do you want me to stop?” He questioned, genuine concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah cause he can do it off me if you’re too scared.” Ana snickered.

That attitude sent a visceral courage through you. Turns out spite and alcohol was a beautiful combination for growing a pair.

“No. Go.” You spat out suddenly.

You gasped as his warm tongue came in contact with your stomach, soaking up the midori sour that was poured onto you. The rest of the group gasped and giggled like children at the sultry action, cheering for you both as Dominic finally sat up, smiling and cheering along with them.

A chill ran through you at the downright tantalizing look that overcame his already enticing gaze. It took everything in you not to hop into his lap and ride him, company and all. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought, returning your attention to the rest of the group in an attempt to sooth the tension building in your core.

“Damn Y/N, you got fucking balls. That was probably the hottest shit you’ve done since you touched down. I promise you.” You smiled cheekily at Omar’s praise, gulping down more alcohol.

The game continued, testing the boundaries on how intrusive you thought a game like this could get. While everyone was too distracted over a debate about hookups, Dominic pulled out his phone.

“Look up.” He whispered to you. You looked up, to find his Instagram story camera open. You both simultaneously flashed a middle finger. “Tag yourself.” He stated, passing you the phone.

“You know your fans are fucking psychos right?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Who cares.” He says matter of factly.

You tagged yourself and watched as he immediately posted. In a strange way, it was an ego boost. You weren’t the most consistent on Instagram outside of work, but you knew he barely posted, especially so directly. It was intimidating but thrilling knowing exactly what type of attention this would garner. This was a consequence for tomorrow morning’s Y/N and Dom.

“Holy shit I already follow you.” He remarks.

“No way.” You say, leaning over to look.

“Yes way. I see your shit all the time, it's dope. Small world huh?”

“Very.”

“Wanna make it smaller?” He quips.

Your eyebrows furrow at the question, undeniably a little nervous at whatever idea he had.

“How so?”

“Put your number in my phone.” You looked up at him, tracing his eyes for a joke.

“You’re insane, you know that? I could be like a crazy serial killer stalker.” You say matter of factly.

“Maybe you are, yeah. I’m okay with that as it stands for now though.”

You slowly took the phone back from his hands, typing your number in, and adding a cheesy picture of you in the moment. You passed it back, smiling up at him, you noticed that when he smiled back, a dimple popped out of his cheek.

Hm. I never noticed that.

“Who’s ready to take the shenanigans inside.” Omar slightly slurs.

You all gathered your belongings, wrapped yourselves in towels, hissing at the cold contrast of the AC against your wet skin. The house was empty save for the 6 of you, and you all split up to go shower, agreeing to come back in 30 minutes to eat and pick a movie to watch.

You settled on pajama shorts and a tube top, too tipsy to care about your nipples attempting to peek through.

You meet everyone else out in the living room, everyone looking refreshed and maybe a little tired.

“What’s everyone craving?” Omar asks, eyes low and scanning the room.

“Taco Bell.” You all say in unison. A collective laughter breaks out in the echoey room at the coincidence. Omar placed a group order, and as you waited for your order, you all found your place on a couch. You and Dominic smushed together onto a loveseat that was certainly made for one person, but neither of you dared to move.

“ Someone’s cold.” Dominic snickers in your ear, taking notice of your nipples reacting to the AC. You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Want my hoodie? I have a shirt underneath.”

“Um..sure.” While the cold wasn’t too uncomfortable, you weren’t gonna pass up the opportunity to wear his hoodie. You’d be stupid to say no. He pulled it off of him, and as you put in on his cologne flooded your nose.

“It looks better on you than me.” He chuckles, scanning down past the hoodie, down your legs that were curled up near him.

“Maybe I’ll make it mine then.” You smirked up at him, breathing catching as his eyes lingered on your lips too long for comfort.

Omar suddenly clears his throat. “Are y’all done eye fucking so we can pick a movie.” Your heads snap to him.

“I’m good with anything.” You both say in unison, snapping your heads back to each other.

Dinner soon arrived, and for the next hour you all ate and one by one people began heading to bed. You watched as Omar headed to bed with his friend you didn't even realize he was flirting with. It was just you and Dom. Though it was a little past midnight, and with all the alcohol in your system, you should be utterly exhausted. But you’re not, and it seems neither was he.

You began cleaning up outside and a little in the living room. You know Omar has hired a cleaner, but if you were gonna be up, might as well make use of it. Soon after, you and Dom made your way down the hallway, finding that your rooms were right across from each other. You paused, silhouettes lit dimly by the light coming through the window shade.

“We should probably go to bed right?” He asked, peering down at you, looking like he wanted to do anything but sleep.

“Yeah-um. Yeah we should.” You respond. It takes everything in both of you to pull away from each other's gaze, and you both walk backwards until you hit your respective doors.

“Goodnight.” He says, smiling softly at you.

“Goodnight.” You return the smile.

You had spent nearly 15 minutes tossing and turning, unable to find a tired bone in your body. You laid flat on your back, huffing in the dark room at the lack of anything currently happening. It was no surprise that your mind began to wonder to the boy across the hall.

Right across the fucking hall.

It seemed he was thinking of you too, because soon after blue light flooded a small part of the room from a text, an unsaved number.

It read: “Can’t sleep. Come watch tv with me?

look out for part 2 soon! Muah.

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Expectations - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: Being the only child of a prestiged father, (f/n) always has to worry about her image. Only Shams can completely take that burden off her shoulders for a while.

warnings: none

word count: 1.087

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“Hey (f/n)!”, Tasneem greeted me as I was sitting on my seat and getting out my stuff. “I can't believe we're in the same class.”

I smiled at her and took a sip of water.

“So what do you think? Wanna make another tiktok together? The last one kinda blew up. Our followers seem to love it”, she noted.

“Sure”, I agreed. “But I'm meeting up with Omar later. So we gotta do it in the break.”

“Of course! Girl, I'm so jealous! Omar's literal boyfriend goals”, she declared.

“Make your move then”, I encouraged her.

“You're still just friends? Come on! Why?”, she wondered.

“Why not?”, I shot back. “Just because he's a decently hot guy and we've literally known each other for ages doesn't mean we have to become a couple.”

“It basically does though”, she claimed.

I had to suppress a groan at her statement. Why did everybody have to insist on that?

“Oh. Hitchcock's in our class”, Hiba announced as Shams entered the classroom.

Anger bubbled up inside of me. All I wanted to do was to stand up for Shams, but we had settled on avoiding each other at school as it might harm my image to be seen with her.

Luckily the topic shifted quickly when Sarah started talking to Tasneem.

So I decided to get a head start and began studying. After all I needed to keep up my good grades this term.

When the first day after the holidays was finally over, I could not wait to get to my favorite siblings.

I walked for a few minutes until I reached the meeting point where Shams picked me up with her bicycle.

“Ready to get home?”, she inquired with a grin.

“You have no idea”, I shot back and hurried onto the saddle.

I could easily not hold on without falling off, but I definitely would not waste this opportunity to hold onto Shams tightly, daring to lean against her.

“You're really pushing your luck, (f/n)”, she complained teasingly.

She was always claiming that she could not focus on keeping us driving when I was this close.

When we entered her home, the first thing we did was getting us a glass of ice water. It had somehow become a ritual whenever I came over because we used to stay out in the sun for far too long when we were kids, obviously dehydrating in the process.

Suddenly Omar walked into the kitchen as well.

“Why aren't you wearing a shirt?”, Shams questioned, frowning at her brother's naked upper body.

“I just came out of the shower”, he enlightened us.

An idea popped up in my mind and I could not help but act on it.

Before Omar realized what was happening I had fished and ice cube out of my glass and slipped it into his pants.

“Ah, you little ...”, he screamed out and jumped around due to the coldness. It was a hilarious sight and Shams breaking out in laughter was absolutely worth it.

“You're so gonna regret this”, he threatened me as soon as he got back to his senses.

I did not hesitate to run away as he was chasing me.

“Help”, I called out.

Of course, Shams supported me and made her brother trip over her foot, leading him to stumble to the ground.

“That's so not fair”, he grumbled and stayed down.

I exchanged a glance with Shams, who shook her head no.

After a while I warily approached Omar, feeling slightly guilty for pranking him and then teaming up against him. But that immediately changed when he took a hold of my ankle, then my wrist. He had caught me.

“(f/n), you're too naive sometimes”, Shams noted.

Before any of us could stop him, he grabbed my glass and emptied it over my head. Several ice cubes plus water as revenge for one.

“Omar!”, I cursed. “Have you gone crazy? Shit!”

Now he was the one laughing and out of the corner of my eyes I recognized that Shams was barely holding in her laughter as well.

“Oh no! You don't get to laugh at me”, I exclaimed and enveloped her in a hug.

“Ugh, guys! I didn't even do anything”, she reminded us as her clothes were soaked now.

“You just watched”, I remarked.

“Which you didn't complain about when you were the culprit”, she pointed out.

“Of course”, I agreed.

After a few seconds we all started laughing again. None of us could hold a grudge against each other for long.

“Let's get some dry clothes”, Shams suggested and pulled me to her room.

“Hey! I thought you were gonna hang out with me”, Omar interjected.

“You don't seriously expect me to stay like this”, I shot back.

“You can take my clothes”, he offered desperately.

“What's your problem?”, Shams wondered, still not letting go of my hand.

“Well … I may be her best friend, but you're her girlfriend. I know you both too well. As soon as she enters your room I'll be forgotten for at least the next hour”, he assumed.

“We're not THAT bad”, I claimed.

“How many stories do I need to tell you?”, he questioned.

“Okay, okay. We got it”, Shams stopped him. “She'll be right back.”

When we arrived in her room, Shams got some clothes for me and herself and then disappeared in the bathroom.

“Why are you doing that to me?”, I whined.

Hope was filling me when she opened the door, but she closed it again after throwing a towel in my face.

Defeated I began drying myself off and putting her clothes on. The fact that they were a bit too big for me was making it even more comfortable.

“I promised Omar we wouldn't take long”, Shams finally answered while getting out of the bathroom.

“I will let him wait a bit longer though”, she declared and pulled me into a passionate kiss that almost turned into a serious make-out session.

“Now go or I'll keep you”, she warned me.

I was just as reluctant to go as she was to let me. But I knew she was right. I was hanging out with Omar today, not with Shams. It would not be fair to let him down.

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Next Chapter

Well ... I planned to write a Oneshot, but I couldn't help it and now I'm turning it into a series. Yeah, I know! Another Shams series ... I can't help myself. She's my favorite after all!

I hope you like the first chapter. Feel free to send me suggestions if you have any.

Btw I absolutely love that picture of Shams!

Tag List: @sunwoniie

#al rawabi school for girls #shams x reader #fem reader #lgbtqia #romance #fluff #female reader #tasneem #hiba #omar

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