#dom fike

[skateordiebitch]

baby fever with dom.. wouldn’t that be adorable!?!! i think he’d be absolutely delighted knowing that reader had a baby fever, cause he did too, the whole time they were dating.

FUTURE ROCKSTAR || D.F. x reader

summary: dominic has had baby fever since the moment he met you. after four years of him trying to throw you hints... you finally reveal that you do, too.

a/n: STOP THIS IS SO CUTE AAAA. and i personally don't even have baby fever!!! like why did this change my mind... and i literally just watched an interview with him saying how he wants two kids LMFAO. hope u guys enjoy!!!! <333

It started out as an ordinary afternoon. The two of you were sprawled on a picnic blanket in the park, the kind of lazy day Dominic cherished between his demanding schedules. 

He had insisted on bringing his guitar, though he only played random, lazy chords now and then, more for his own entertainment than yours. His guitar rested beside him, his fingers occasionally strumming, though he was far more invested in people-watching than playing.

You sat between his legs, leaning back against his chest with a sense of ease that came naturally after years together. The air smelled faintly of freshly cut grass, and the sounds of laughter and chatter from nearby families filled the park.

Dominic's chin rested lightly on your shoulder as you absently pointed out a little boy struggling to fly a kite. He grinned, watching the kid's determination as the kite kept dipping lower and lower to the ground.

Dominic’s voice rumbled in your ear, warm and amused. “Look at that determination. That kid’s gonna conquer the world someday.”

You snorted softly, your lips quirking into a smile. “Or he’s going to break his arm falling over that kite string.”

“Glass half empty, as always,” Dominic teased, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Come on, give the kid some credit.”

“Fine,” you relented, rolling your eyes. “He’s persistent. I’ll give him that.”

But then, a little girl with curly pigtails and the kind of chubby cheeks that made your heart ache toddled past, clutching a stuffed bunny in one hand and a sippy cup in the other. 

She giggled, chasing after a stream of bubbles floating through the air, her delighted squeals cutting through the noise.

And then it happened—A soft sigh escaped your lips before you even realized it. It wasn’t intentional, but Dominic caught it instantly. He stiffened slightly behind you, then shifted so he could see your face.

It was soft, almost imperceptible, but Dominic heard it. 

Of course, he did.

“Uh-oh,” he said, amusement laced in his tone. “That’s the sound.”

“What sound?” you asked, eyes still glued to the little girl as she flopped down on the grass in a fit of giggles.

“The dreamy, baby-fever sigh,” Dominic teased, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “I’ve been on high alert for it.”

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “You’re ridiculous. That wasn’t a ‘baby-fever sigh.’ It was just… a normal, ‘Wow, that kid is cute’ kind of sigh.”

“Sure it was,” he said, smirking knowingly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been looking at every baby in this park like you’re imagining names for them.”

“I do not!” you protested, swatting at his arm.

“Oh, you totally do.” Dominic shifted, leaning his head back with a grin. “You’re mentally decorating nurseries.”

You tried to glare at him, but the warmth in his eyes disarmed you. “Dominic, I swear—”

“You lingered at the baby aisle in Target last week. Twice. Don’t think I didn’t see you checking out those tiny shoes.”

“They were cute shoes!” you defended, but your cheeks betrayed you, heating up with embarrassment.

“Exactly,” he said, his grin widening. “And now here you are, getting emotional over other people’s kids in public. It’s official. Baby fever has claimed you.”

“Okay, fine,” you muttered, throwing your hands up. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about it. A little.”

Dominic’s teasing stopped instantly. His smirk shifted into something softer, more genuine, as his eyes searched yours. “Wait. You’re serious?”

You looked down at your hands, suddenly shy. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve been thinking about it lately. Doesn’t mean I’m ready or anything. It’s just… I don’t know. Seeing families like this—it makes me wonder.”

Dominic’s reaction wasn’t what you expected. His entire face lit up like someone had just told him he won the lottery.

“Oh my God,” he said, grinning so wide it almost looked painful. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

You blinked at him, completely caught off guard. “Wait, why are you so excited? Aren’t you supposed to be the one freaking out?”

Dominic burst out laughing, running a hand through his hair. “Are you kidding? I’ve been on team baby fever for years. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

“What?” you said, your jaw dropping. “Years? Dominic, what are you talking about?”

He shrugged, unbothered by your disbelief. “I’ve been imagining us with kids since, like, forever. You think I didn’t picture a little version of you running around, bossing me around just like you do?”

“First of all, I do not boss you around,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes. “And second of all… what?”

“Oh, you totally boss me around,” he countered with a wink. “But, babe, I’ve been ready for this. I’ve had baby fever for years. I just didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Wait, years?” you repeated, staring at him. “How did I not know this?!"

“Because I’ve been playing it cool,” he said, looking entirely too proud of himself. “Imagine if we had a tiny human who inherited all your sass.”

You were speechless, staring at him as he continued. “Seriously, I’ve been dropping hints for months. Remember that onesie I showed you that said Future Rockstar? You just thought it was cute.”

“It was cute!” you protested.

Dominic laughed, shaking his head. “It was a test, you dummy. I wanted to see if you’d say something like, ‘That’d look great on our kid someday.’ But no, you just said, ‘Aw, your niece will love that.’”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I didn’t know I was being tested! I thought I was just shopping!”

“Well, now you know,” he teased, nudging your knee with his. “And when I made you hold my niece that one time? You looked like you were ready to steal her and take her home.”

“She was adorable!” you exclaimed, but now you were starting to connect the dots.

“And don’t even get me started on the time you cried during that diaper commercial,” he added with a smirk.

“That was an emotional ad, okay? I'm allowed to be emotional...” you said, your face burning. “Fine, you win. Maybe I do have a little baby fever.”

“A little?” Dominic repeated, laughing. He reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “If this is you with a little baby fever, I can’t wait to see full-blown baby fever. It’s gonna be adorable.”

You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.” Then, you gave him a suspicious look. “What other ‘tests’ have you been running without my knowledge?”

“Oh, you know,” Dominic said casually, leaning back on his hands, his grin sly. “Pointing out cute kids at restaurants, mentioning how good we are at keeping houseplants alive—although the one of them did die, so maybe don’t count that one—”

You smacked his shoulder lightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he corrected, leaning closer, his voice softening. “And ridiculously excited about the idea of us... you know, starting something bigger together someday.”

His sincerity disarmed you, the teasing giving way to a tender vulnerability that made your heart squeeze. “You really want that? A family with me?”

“Are you kidding?” Dominic’s gaze locked onto yours, his brown eyes warm and steady. “I can’t think of anything I’d want more. You’re my favorite person in the world, babe. I just didn’t want to push you before you were ready.”

Your throat tightened, a lump of emotion catching you off guard. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I thought... I don’t know, with your career and everything, you’d be too busy to even think about stuff like that.”

He scoffed lightly, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his. “My career doesn’t mean anything if I don’t have someone to share it with. And if that someone happens to be you—and a couple of little brats we teach to love music and fight over who gets the last cookie—then yeah, I’d say I’m winning at life.”

You laughed softly, your hands curling into the fabric of his hoodie as you looked up at him. “Brats, huh?”

“Absolute terrors,” he said, his grin playful but his eyes still so soft. “But they’ll have your smile and your sass, so they’ll be perfect.”

Your chest felt warm, like your heart had been wrapped in a soft blanket. “Well, if they’re going to have my sass, then they’ll need your patience. God knows I have none.”

“Deal,” Dominic said, brushing a stray hair from your face. He grinned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Then it’s settled. Our kid’s gonna be the coolest, sassiest, most rockstar baby to ever exist.”

You laughed, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days. You didn’t have all the answers yet, but one thing was clear: whatever the future held, you wanted it with him.

[brownskinlemon]

can you write aaaa… dominic fike x reader/gf surprises him after a show overseas and they have sum great ‘i mmissed u’ sex ? 💋✨

pairings: dom/fem!reader gf

word count: 2,047

warnings: smut, multiple 0rg@sms, fluff, swearing

authors not: this was super fun to write! ty for the requests <3

Bass boosted through the venue, an electric guitar riffing in the distance as you watched your boyfriend through a small tv in the green room. You were sitting on the couch, excitedly toying your fingers against the worn leather as you waited for Reed to give you the okay to head to Dominic’s hotel. It was 9pm already, you had been here for an hour, all without Dom’s knowledge. You had to see him perform before heading there to surprise him.

It started with the expected loneliness that filled your apartment when  he left for tour, and then a not-so-silly idea as he joked on the phone.

“I wish you could come see me in New Zealand.” He chuckled, you two talked for a bit more until you decided to pretend to head to bed. As he headed to sound check somewhere in Europe, you stayed up late, searching for the nearest ticket to meet him in New Zealand. It had taken some sneaky conversations with Reed and some planning but you had formulated a plan to surprise him in NZ.

Now, here you were, pulled out of your trance by Reed poking his head into the green room.

“He’ll be off in about 25. Driver’s outside and it’s about a 15 minute drive away.” He smiled softly.

You hopped up, following him down a dark hallway and exiting out through a side door, swiveling your head around as you headed to a blacked out SUV, surprised to find no fans waiting outside the venue.

“They’re on the other side.” Reed chuckled, reading your mind. “Here’s the hotel key. Now shoo!” He joked, urging you into the car.

The ride to the hotel was calm and beautiful, the sights of Auckland keeping you in awe. You arrived at the Sofitel hotel, trying to maintain your composure at how grand and pristine the building was. The lifestyle that Dom had created for you was still too much to take in at times.

After checking in, you headed to the bar to pass time, wanting to give Dominic time to shower. You knew how hard we went at shows, and you figured he’d want to be clean and refreshed to be surprised. The sexual tension that had been laced in you two’s recent texts hinted to you what tonight could look like.

While waiting, you got a text from Reed:

“He headed up to the room about 15 ago, you should be all good to go. Good luck xx.” You were suddenly overcome with nervousness as you made your way to the elevator. You two had been together for about 2 years and you still couldn’t help the nervousness that overcame you when you were reunited with him. You chewed gently on your bottom lip, tapping your foot as the elevator made its way to the penthouse suite. After tapping your key, you gently opened the door, closing it behind you and crossing your fingers in hope that he was still in the shower. As you made your way through the suite, you were met with ever growing sounds of music echoing in the bathroom, paired with the steady pour of the shower. You tiptoed past the bathroom door, making your way to the bedroom, gently closing the door behind you. 

You kicked off your shoes, eyes catching yourself in the mirror, eyes scanning over the tight sundress you had decided on for today. Your eyes scanned over the room, suddenly met with a view that couldn’t be described as anything less than stunning. It was a top floor view, overlooking the whole city, the colorful lights gently illuminating the dim room.

You were taken out of your trance by a sudden deep voice behind you.

“What the fuck” 

You turned on your heels, eyes caught onto Dom in the doorway, clad only in pajama pants and his jaw agape as he tried to register that you were here, right in front of him.

“Surprise…” You said breathlessly with a shy smile, heart racing in your chest as if you were seeing him for the first time.

He strided over to you silently, lifting you up into his large arms, engulfing you in his scent. He dug his face into your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing each other tighter than ever. After a few moments, he placed you on your feet gently, hands laced behind the small of your back as he ogled down at you like a schoolboy with a crush.

“You are fucking insane! How did you pull this off?” His voice slightly raspy from his concert earlier in the night.

“Blame Reed. He’s sneaky and an enabler. I came to him as a joke and he helped me figure it out.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. 

“I missed you so much today you have no idea.” He sighed contently. He leaned forward, kissing you slowly, leaning back a moment later to leave his forehead on yours.

“Is that so? Wanna show me how much?” You slyly remarked, suddenly hyper aware of the desire pooling your insides and raising your temperature.

His eyes shifted between yours, a darkness began to circle them as he realized what you meant. He nodded silently, grabbing your face with his hands and kissing you fervently, almost making your knees buckle. Your tongues danced together and he pulled you up into his arms again, finding the desk near the window to sit you on.

He pulled himself to stand between your legs, grabbing your neck gently and tilting it back for easy access to mark you. He switched between lightly ghosting over your most sensitive spots to littering marks all over your neck, driven on by the whines that left your throat.

He pulled back to scan over your body, hands running up and down your inner thighs..

“This dress looks, really fucking good on you. And it's…” His hand ghosted lightly over your clothed clit, making you gasp. “Easy access.” He smirked innocently at your reaction.

You whined at the loss of contact, hands gripping onto his biceps and eyes pleading up at him. He understood what those whines meant, cueing you to lift up as he gently pulled your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the large room. Your breath stalled in your chest at how he lowered himself onto his knees, keeping eye contact with you as he teased between your inner thighs, extremely close to where you needed him most. 

“Dom please I-” You were suddenly cut off by his pink lips wrapping around your clit, making you let out a high pitched sound at the sudden surge of pleasure, arching up into arms and leaning your head back onto the window behind you.  

You couldn’t help the way your hips grinded up into his tongue that circled you so skillfully, one hand laced in his curls, the other dug into the edges of the desk, desperate to find anything to hold onto. He hummed into you from contentment, enjoying the sounds spilling from your mouth, as you became a babbling mess of moans and echoes of his name. Your eyes rolled back as he slowly and gently worked one, and then two of his long fingers into you, pressing deeply at your g-spot not losing his rhythm between your legs.

Your legs tensed as a coil in your abdomen began twisting and alerting you and him to the way you were about to become undone. 

“Cmon baby...look at me..” He cooed gently, not stalling his pace. You forcefully looked down at him through squinted eyes that were threatening to close at any moment. “Give it to me, pretty girl.” Your breath ran ragged, the way the lights danced across him, the innocent look in his eyes despite what he was currently doing sent you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed together as you thrashed in his arms, coming undone with a series of ragged moans, riding out your high as he began to draw back on his torture between your legs. 

Your head stayed laid back and eyes stayed closed as you attempted to catch your breath. You heard Dominic shuffle to stand up. Your head snapped up and eyes caught onto his as the tip of his length gently rubbed the entrance of the ache between your legs. One hand held the small of your back up while the other held the base of his length. He groaned quietly at the sight of your wetness that had pooled between your legs. He gently let you adjust to his size, working into you inch by inch, eyes trained onto your face to watch for your reactions. You both moaned in unison as his hips met yours, his hands leaning over to the window behind you, hiking your leg up. 

“You feel so amazing my god “ he groaned. His thrusts began gently, rocking into you at a steady pace. You looked up at him, mouth agape, as he coaxed you through it gently. “So p-pretty. Good girl.” 

“Harder Dom- please baby, please.” You begged. He didn’t stall, picking up his pace, the sound of his hips colliding with yours and your increasingly loud moans filled the room. You clung to him, hands around his back as he pounded into you. His lips collided with yours suddenly, the kiss filled with passion.

“I love you..i love you..i love you..” He mumbled desperately against your lips, moving deeper than before.

“I l-love you” You managed to get out through your moans.

He kissed you deeply again, leaning back to gently pull out and flip you to stand on your feet facing the window. You felt his breath ghost over your ear as he whispered gently.

“The view is almost as pretty as you. Wanted you to see it too..” He said, gently smirking at the way your body shivered from the kisses he traced down your neck and  back, gently teasing the tip at your entrance again before sliding back into you, leaving your mouth agape. He gently pressed down on your back, queuing you to relax over the desk. He resumed his earlier pace into you, kneading at your ass that was positioned up to him. One hand made its way around you to grip the sides on your neck, the other finding its way between your legs.

The combination of the delicious pressure on your neck coupled with the circling of your clit left you feeling dizzy and your knees buckling.

“Holy shittt” You whined, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. If he kept going the way he was, you weren’t going to last for long. Your hand went up to cup his hand around your throat gently.

“Can you give me one more baby? I know you can..c'mon..” He cooed in your ear,relishing in the way that his words made you clench down on him.One particular thrust made you finally come undone for the second time, forcing you up on your tippy toes, eyes rolling back as you cried out Dominic’s name like a mantra.

He finished soon after, pulling out with a gasp, and finishing on the curve of your ass. He leaned over you, placing his head on your shoulder as you stood shivering, trying to come back to reality.

“Good job baby.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek.

You smiled gently as you came to, opening your eyes to fully take in the view in front of you.

“What happened to your fear of heights?” You toyed, turning in his arms. 

“Fear of heights can’t beat the orgasm I just had not gonna lie.” He deadpanned, making you weakly laugh. He scooped you up, forcing you to pee while he ran you two a bath, shortly making both of your ways to relax in the water with your back against his chest.

“I feel lucky, so many girls wish they could have.. that but only got an autograph.” You smiled lazily

“Oh trust me you got a few signatures of your own” He smirked, pointing at your neck “Seven to be exact.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes. Relaxing against him, you were just grateful to be back in his arms again.

[n6ptunova]

happy birthday to the absolute love of my life <3

[hearta54]

Falling Asleep with Dom (reader x Dominic Fike Fluff)

Requested by Anon.

Summary: After a long day at the studio you and you're husband Dominic Fike go to bed and when you can't sleep he reads to you. He never falls asleep before you. It's going to be a long night...

Word Count:

Notes: Send more Dom requests pretty pls and thank u, someone told me there's a drought and I 100% agree.

...

You and Dom giggled as you stepped back into your new house, Dom had surprised you with it last week, it was still a bit bare but it had character and warmth. And in the morning when you read your book and sipped ginger tea (it's good for vocals) you indulged in the view of the hills. Dom couldn't have picked a better spot in LA, he has good taste, I'm so glad I married him.

"Baby, I'm tired," whined Dom.

The long day at the studio had left you both fatigued. You admired the way his dark curls cascaded over his face framing his features and when his face stretched to yawn, you couldn't help but yawn too.

You yelped, abruptly Dom had picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, laughing eruptively he walked stridently up the staircase and you gripped the dark oak bannister careful not to slip.

....

"Wow, y/n, you look so beautiful," you'd transfixed Dom.

"I know Damn, I always look cute." Dom laughs not breaking his gaze.

You were wearing a cotton, pink, boy short and tank top PJ set with perforated hearts. As you climbed into bed and lifted the blanket you saw Dom was shirtless - it still made you nervous - and he was wearing grey Calvin Klein boxers (Calvin Klein boxers on top fr) they made you think of his campaign from a few years ago, you felt your cheeks heat up.

You traced the squarish red cross on Dom's chest, his skin was supple and warm.

"Want me to go do your skincare?" You asked, still tracing his tattoos, you were focused on the one on his stomach now.

"No, I'm too tired," not liking his response you huffed.

"Maybe tomorrow," he hummed, he took your hand gently and placed it on your own pillow, the tattoo tracing made him not want to sleep.

You burrowed your head in the space between his shoulder and neck and he meets you with strong arms around your waist. These were your favourite times.

"Y/n, why aren't you sleeping, I'm going to read to you." Dom reaches to your bedside table and starts reading the book your on. He can't ever fall asleep until you have.

"Oh, and no fake sleeping this time," warns Dom teasingly.

Two chapters go by and you decided to feign a slow, consistent heart beat so Dom can sleep, he has a show at The Greek tomorrow and you want him to do his best. When you feel Dom's breath start to slow you smile to yourself. His eyelashes fan over his under eyes and you think about the apple tattoo below his right eye (live, love, laugh Apollonia).

You don't realise his eyes bat open until it's too late.

"You're such a liar, y/n" groans Dom, tired.

You go to kiss his plump lips (why his bottom lip so juicy tho), but he turns you over and he's on top now.

You shiver as his hand runs slowly up your leg lingering at your waist band.

"You never learn, y/n, do you?"

...

THE END

SEND DOM REQUESTS PRETTY PLS AND THANKU

[fikeoff]

Inked Surprises

The late afternoon sun poured through the large windows of the tattoo parlor, casting a warm, inviting glow on the various art pieces adorning the walls. You sat in the chair, a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing inside you. Today, you were getting a surprise tattoo for Dominic—his initials on the side of your boob. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

The tattoo artist, Mia, was prepping her station, her experienced hands moving swiftly. “You ready?” she asked, her voice reassuring.

You nodded, smiling. “Absolutely. Let’s do this.”

Mia began by cleaning the area and applying the stencil. The design was simple but meaningful: “D.F.” in elegant, cursive letters. You took a deep breath, feeling a rush of adrenaline as the needle buzzed to life.

The sharp sting of the needle quickly became a dull, manageable sensation. You focused on the thought of Dominic’s reaction, imagining the look on his face when he saw it. The tattoo didn’t take long, and soon Mia was wiping away the excess ink and applying a bandage.

“All done,” she said with a smile, handing you a mirror.

You peered into the mirror, your heart swelling with pride and love. The tattoo was perfect, a beautiful and intimate symbol of your relationship. “It’s amazing,” you whispered, running a finger gently over the fresh ink.

Mia grinned. “I’m glad you like it. Remember to follow the aftercare instructions, and it’ll heal beautifully.”

You thanked her and headed home, your excitement growing with each step. Dominic had no idea what you’d been up to, and you couldn’t wait to show him.

When you arrived at your apartment, Dominic was lounging on the couch, strumming his guitar. He looked up, a smile spreading across his face when he saw you. “Hey, beautiful. Where’ve you been?”

You walked over to him, a mischievous glint in your eye. “I had a little errand to run. And I have a surprise for you.”

His eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Oh? What kind of surprise?”

You took a deep breath, lifting your shirt just enough to reveal the bandage on the side of your boob. “I got a tattoo.”

Dominic’s eyes widened, his guitar forgotten as he sat up straighter. “No way. Can I see?”

You nodded, carefully peeling back the bandage to reveal the fresh ink. His initials, “D.F.,” stood out in delicate, cursive script against your skin. He stared at it for a moment, his expression a mix of shock and awe.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his fingers gently tracing the letters. “You did this for me?”

You smiled, your heart pounding. “Yeah. I wanted something that would always remind me of you. Something permanent.”

His eyes met yours, filled with emotion. “This is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he said, his voice thick with gratitude. “I love it. And I love you.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender, passionate kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. When you finally pulled away, you could see the love and appreciation in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “This means everything to me.”

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection and love. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.”

Dominic’s hands roamed gently over your sides, careful to avoid the fresh tattoo. “You’ve definitely done that,” he said, his voice low and filled with desire. “But I think I need to show you just how much I love and appreciate you.”

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom. As he laid you down on the bed, his eyes never left yours. He kissed you again, slow and deliberate, his hands exploring your body with reverence.

The night was filled with whispered words of love and the gentle hum of intimacy. The tattoo, a symbol of your commitment and love, added an extra layer of connection between you. As you lay in Dominic’s arms, feeling his heartbeat against your own, you knew that you had made the right choice.

The surprise had brought you even closer, and as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this was just the beginning of many beautiful moments together.

[mggsv]

Maybe riding dominic fike before you guys go out to preform !Singer reader

I’m not sure who you are..but whoever you are, thank you.

DOM REQ DOM REQ DOM REQ EEEEE

ROCKSTAR NOVA

gn!reader x dominic fike (18+) + Dividers

warnings: hair pulling, quickie!sex, humiliation, overstimulation

“Fuck- fuck babydoll slow down..sh-shit.” Dominic moaned, head thrown back over the arm of the leather couch. His hand gripped your hip to steady the both of you, while the other pulled your hair to slow you down. “That’s it songbird ride that dick..” You look down at Dom with a small smirk. His face was flushed, eyes closed tightly. You moan softly at another tug of your hair.

You’re a mess. Your dressing room had you and Dom’s clothes everywhere. It was bad enough you didn’t have much time to ride your boy as it is. Touring was difficult, especially with timing on your end. Dominic had just stopped touring while you just started. Luckily, he wanted to give you a gift before you went out on stage. Just not…20 minutes before you were supposed to go out there. He was expected too- nothing better than your boyfriend performing with you on your first night.

“Keep pulling.” You gasp, hips slamming down on his cock. He hurried himself deep inside of you. “Yeah?” He hums, getting a better grip on your locs. “Like that songbird?” He sits up best he could as you slowly started grinding on him. Dom’s face slips into your neck, kissing softly. “Yes..” You reach over to tangle your hands in his curls. He starts out below your ear, sucking gently. “Too high-“ you whimper. His cock brushes that sensitive spot inside of you so good.. “Dom.” He kept sucking, tongue licking over the spot. “Mmpfuck..” You shudder as you gasped. Dom starts to move his hips with yours. He was so deep..

“Gonna cum babydoll.” He lets out a warning grunt, biting down on your neck. “Ah..fuck-“ You squirmed. His movements stopped, Dominic letting out a straggled moan as he came. You whine, ridding out your orgasm. Still, you rode him like no tomorrow. Your favorite part about sex with Dom was how much of a moaning mess he became when overstimulated. Seeing just how sensitive he was.

“Y/N, Dom. Why the hell aren’t you getting ready to go onstage? You have like five minutes left to- oh shit.” You hear your manager speak. You pant, looking down at Dom who kept his face into your neck in embarrassment. You look over at her who gave you that look of what would be a scolding later- another, scolding. It wasn’t the first time today. You just wanted to spend as much time with your boyfriend as possible.

“We’ll be out in a sec.” you wave your hand for her to close the door. “M’gonna kill you.” You hear Dom mutter.

[liiixsturniolos]

This photo is my 'roman empire' 🫣🙏

[cheriematt]

fuck therapy , just cry to "dark" by dominic fike <3

[fikesbabydoll]

wherever dominic fike is right now i hope he finds his peace if he’s far from it. we love you and are always here to support you just know you have a family in us. if you are truly okay then we are all happy and hope you are too and hope to see you soon. <3

[allylovesyaxx]

dominic fkn fike, y’all! 🥵

[poohbearwish]

"What that mouth do"

[skateordiebitch]

dom x famous!reader where he has a crush on her and has mentioned a few times and they they are cast together in a project and hook up

SPOTLIGHT || D.F. x reader

summary: dominic has a celebrity crush, and it just so happens to be you.

a/n: in another universe this is meeeee like when will it be my turn??!! this request is amazing tysm for sending it in! i love writing dom being all cute and in love LMFAO

Dominic had always admired you from afar. 

It was no secret—he’d mentioned your name in interviews a few times when asked about his celebrity crush. 

Each time, he’d brush it off with his signature charm, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he said something like, “Y/N is ridiculously talented. And, yeah, she’s gorgeous. But she’s way out of my league.”

It became a running joke among his fans, a tidbit that made its way into countless TikTok edits and late-night talk show montages. 

But Dominic wasn’t joking. 

Not entirely. 

Every time he saw you on the big screen, every red-carpet interview, every magazine cover—it only solidified the idea in his head that you were untouchable. A dream. Something to admire but never hope to hold.

Until the day his agent called with the news.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Dominic said, nearly dropping his phone. He was pacing the length of his living room, his heart hammering against his ribs.

“I’m not kidding,” his agent replied, a note of amusement in her voice. “You got the part. Congratulations, Dominic. And guess who’s your co-star?”

He swallowed hard. “Who?”

“You’re going to love this—Y/N.”

Dominic froze, the name hitting him like a lightning bolt. His agent kept talking about contracts and schedules, but he barely heard a word. 

All he could think about was that he was going to spend months working alongside you, sharing scenes, sharing space. It was exhilarating—and utterly terrifying.

The first table read was surreal. 

You walked into the room like you owned it—poised, radiant, every bit the movie star he’d imagined you to be. 

Dominic tried to play it cool, keeping his head down and focusing on the script in front of him, but when you sat down beside him, his palms started to sweat.

“Hey,” you said, offering him a smile. “You’re Dominic, right?”

He looked up, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah. Hi. Uh, it’s great to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Your smile widened, and you leaned in slightly, lowering your voice. “I heard you’ve got a bit of a crush on me.”

Dominic’s heart stopped. He could feel his ears burning as he scrambled for a response. “Oh, uh—I mean, people take those interview things way out of context, you know? I just… I’m a big fan of your work.”

“Relax,” you said, laughing softly. “I’m just messing with you. It’s sweet, though. I’m a fan of yours too. I listen to your music all the time.”

Dominic blinked, utterly disarmed by your casual compliment. He managed a smile, but his brain was short-circuiting. You’re a fan of mine? You listen to my music?

The table read started before he could embarrass himself further, but throughout the session, he couldn’t help sneaking glances at you. 

And, to his astonishment, you caught his eye more than once, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

As the weeks went on, the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. Dominic found that you were nothing like the untouchable goddess he’d built up in his head. 

You were funny, down-to-earth, and sharper than he’d expected. On set, you were professional but warm, always quick to offer a kind word or a joke to lighten the mood.

The chemistry between you was undeniable—not just on camera but off. 

The crew started to notice, throwing each other knowing looks whenever you and Dominic laughed a little too hard at each other’s jokes or lingered in conversation during breaks. 

But Dominic kept his feelings in check, reminding himself that this was work. You were colleagues... And nothing more.

Until the night everything changed.

Dominic couldn’t breathe.

The day’s schedule loomed over him like a storm cloud, and he swore his heart was pounding louder than the hum of the cameras.

Today was the day.

The kiss scene.

The one moment in the script he had fixated on since the project began. He had kissed people on screen before—it was part of the job. But none of those kisses had ever involved you.

You weren’t just another costar. You were the costar, the actress Dominic had secretly admired long before he landed the role.

Everyone knew it too. His harmless crush on you had been splashed across the internet, after all. He thought he’d been subtle. He wasn’t.

And now he was standing on set, trying to convince himself he could handle kissing you without losing his mind.

“Knock, knock,” your voice chimed as you peeked into his trailer.

Dominic jumped, nearly spilling his coffee. “Oh. Hey.”

You stepped inside, a warm smile on your lips as you held up a script. “Just thought I’d check in before the scene.”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to appear casual. “You mean the one where our characters kiss?”

You grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “Yes, Dom. That one... Are you nervous or something?" You chuckled softly, watching the heat rise in his face.

“I’m not nervous,” he said quickly, though the slight crack in his voice betrayed him.

Your grin widened, and you tilted your head. “Really? Because you look a little nervous, dude.”

Dominic sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. Maybe a little. But not for the reason you think.”

“Oh?” You stepped closer, crossing your arms. “And what reason is that?”

He hesitated, glancing down at the script in your hands as if it held the answers he needed. Finally, he looked back at you, his eyes locking onto yours. “I just... I don’t want to mess it up. This scene, I mean. It’s important to the, uh, story.”

You chuckled, nudging his arm lightly. “Dominic, you’re going to be fine. You’re quite a professional, believe it or not.”

“Right,” he muttered, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

You studied him for a moment, softening your tone. “Okay, what’s really going on? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

Dominic’s jaw tightened as he shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to deflect, but the words that came out were honest instead. “It’s just... it’s you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve had this stupid crush on you since forever, and now we’re about to kiss on camera, and I’m trying really hard not to completely fuck it up.”

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by his truthful confession. “Dom...”

“I know,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “It’s ridiculous. But I couldn’t not tell you. And now that I have, we can move on and—”

You interrupted him with a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Dominic, you’re not ridiculous. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re overthinking this. It’s just a kiss.”

“Just a kiss,” he echoed, though he didn’t sound convinced.

--

The set was quiet as the crew made their final adjustments. Dominic stood at his mark, fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt.

The scene was simple: your characters would share an emotional moment, confess their feelings, and kiss.

Simple in theory, but nothing about being this close to you felt simple.

You appeared on set, your costume flowing effortlessly as you took your place opposite him. Dominic forced himself to focus, to remember the lines, the marks, the choreography of the scene.

But then your eyes met his, and all the preparation flew out the window.

“Alright,” the director called. “Let’s roll.”

Dominic forced himself to breathe as the scene began. Your characters stood close, the scripted tension palpable.

He delivered his lines, but it wasn’t just acting—it was everything he’d been holding back, spilling out in words not entirely his own.

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t care,” his character admitted, his voice trembling just slightly. “Because I do. I care more than I should.”

Your eyes softened, your own delivery layered with something unspoken. “Then stop pretending.”

There it was—the moment.

Dominic stepped closer, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back to your eyes. You closed the distance, and when your lips finally met, it was electric.  

You took a step closer, your face just inches from his. Your gaze flickered to his lips, and he followed the cue, leaning in slowly. His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair from your face before resting gently on your cheek. It was all part of the script, but nothing about it felt rehearsed.

The kiss was supposed to be brief, just long enough to convey the emotion. But neither of you pulled away right on cue. The director didn’t call cut, letting the moment linger, and it felt like the entire set had disappeared.  

Your lips met his, soft and warm, and the world fell away. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, exactly as the scene demanded. But as the moment stretched, Dominic swore he felt something real—a spark, a connection that wasn’t written in the script. His fingers curled slightly against your jaw, pulling you closer without thinking.

“Cut!” the director called, breaking the spell.

You stepped back, your expression unreadable as you adjusted your costume.

Dominic blinked, trying to ground himself, but the lingering warmth of your lips was impossible to ignore. You met his gaze with a soft, unreadable smile, then turned away to reset your position.  

---

The set began to clear as the crew packed up for the day.

Dominic lingered near the table, pretending to be interested in a bag of chips while his mind replayed the kiss over and over. He couldn’t tell if he was imagining things, but for a brief moment, he thought he’d felt you lean into him—like it hadn’t been just acting for you either.

“Hey.” Your voice broke his thoughts.

He turned to find you standing behind him, your expression soft but cautious.

“Hey,” he said, his heart racing.

You hesitated, biting your lip before taking a step closer. “Can I ask you something weird?”

“Of course.”

“That kiss…” You trailed off, searching his face. “Was it just acting for you? It almost seemed real.”

Dominic swallowed hard, his pulse thundering in his ears. “No,” he admitted quietly. “It wasn’t... I know, it's embarassing. I'm sorry-"

You studied him for a moment before answering. “It wasn’t for me, either.”

His breath hitched, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. “What?!" he loudly exclaims, before composing himself back together, "So... what does that mean?”

“It means,” you said, stepping closer, “that I’ve been waiting for you to stop overthinking long enough to figure out that I like you too. I kind of always have...”  

Dominic stared at you, dumbfounded. “You... what?”

You laughed softly, taking his hand in yours. “I like you, Dom. A lot. And not just because of some script. I'm just... not as vocal about it in interviews, I guess.”  

He let out a breathless laugh, his fingers tightening around yours. “I really thought I was going to mess this up.”

“You didn’t,” you said, your smile warm. “Not even a little.”  

Before he could respond, you closed the distance between you, your hands resting gently on his chest as you kissed him.

This time, there were no cameras, no lights, no script. It was real. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, savoring every second.

When you finally pulled away, your cheeks flushed, you gave him a shy smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first table read.”

Dominic laughed, the sound full of disbelief and joy. “You could’ve told me. Might’ve saved me a few sleepless nights.”

You grinned, lacing your fingers through his. “Where’s the fun in that? You should've seen yourself. You looked adorable, trying to act like you weren't freaking out."

Dominic groaned, his free hand running through his hair as his cheeks reddened. “I was not freaking out.”

You arched an eyebrow, your grin widening. “Oh, you so were. But it was cute. Endearing, even.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, though his heart was hammering. “Glad my nervous breakdown was entertaining for you.”

“It was,” you teased, stepping closer. “But for the record, I was freaking out a little, too.”

Dominic tilted his head, his eyes softening. “You? You’re always so calm, so collected.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, your voice lowering, “you have this way of making people… forget themselves.”

His breath caught at your words, and before he could think better of it, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you again. It was slower this time, less urgent but just as consuming. Your fingers curled into his shirt as the rest of the world faded away.

When you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want this to just be a scene between us.”

Your eyes searched his, vulnerability flickering across your face before you nodded. “Me too.”

Dominic exhaled in relief, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Let's get out of here,” he murmured suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

You blinked, startled. “Where?”

He glanced toward his trailer parked on the edge of the lot. “Somewhere private. Just us.”

Your cheeks warmed, but the way his hand slid down to intertwine with yours reassured you. “I like the sound of that,” you said softly.

Inside Dominic’s trailer, the space felt more intimate than usual. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the warmth of the dim lighting.

He closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment as if gathering his thoughts. “I can’t believe this is finally happening,” he admitted with a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

You turned to face him, your lips curving into a gentle smile. “All your dreams coming true?"

Dominic nodded and stepped toward you slowly, as though afraid to shatter the fragile moment. When he reached you, his hands found your waist, pulling you close.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to pretend this is just… professional.”

Your fingers brushed the back of his neck, playing with the edges of his hair. “Well, luckily we don’t have to pretend anymore,” you whispered, your eyes meeting his.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

His lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss deepened with unspoken promises and longing. His hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him, while yours clung to his shoulders.

He guided you toward the small couch, and when you sank onto it together, the world outside seemed to disappear entirely. His kisses trailed down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he murmured, “I’ve thought about this. About you… so many times.”

You shivered under his touch, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Dominic…”

He paused, looking up at you with a mixture of adoration and vulnerability. “We don’t have to rush,” he said softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I just want to be close to you.”

You smiled, your heart swelling at his sincerity.

The rest of the evening unfolded in whispered confessions and soft laughter, each kiss and touch building the connection between you.

It wasn’t just about the physical aspect—it was about finally letting go of the barriers, about finding something real amidst the overwhelming chaos of your lives.

As the night wore on, you lay curled up together, your head resting on his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, his voice quiet but filled with warmth.

“Hey, Y/N..." he says jokingly, "I didn't know if you noticed, but I kinda like you. A lot. Like, really like you,” his words half-laughing, half-serious.

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “Mhm, really? I couldn't tell...” you replied, your voice just as soft. “You think we'll break the internet?”

Dominic laughed, his nerves finally dissipating. “Probably. But I don’t care. I want everyone to know.”

“Thank god,” you said, kissing him again. “So do I."

Dominic let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his lips curving into a grin that reached his eyes.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his heart beating a little easier now.

In that moment, words felt unnecessary. The quiet, the warmth between you, the unspoken understanding—it was enough. For the first time, Dominic wasn’t overthinking. He wasn’t worried about what came next.

With you in his arms, everything felt like it was exactly as it should be.

[brownskinlemon]

Adore (D.F.)

summary: REQUEST (could u possibly do a story of dom calming y/n down after some like degrading disgusting sex bc he can tell it was a lot for her and have him be all soft and sweet. thank u gorl i love u)

warnings: dom! dominic fike x fem! reader, degrading, daddy kink, overstimulation, angst, fluff

word count: 907

authors note: thank you hun, muah! Thank you guys for your patience and kind words, such a great community. Here's one on the shorter side for my lovely requester <3

It had been a rougher week for you and your boyfriend Dominic. It seemed like at a moment’s notice you two were once again bickering over something small and insignificant. 

The dishes not being done: argument. 

A lost sock in the house: argument.  

Dinner being late: argument.

By the end of the week, you had been exhausted and worried that this bickering would truly never end. It reached its peak when he breathed “too loudly” for your comfort while getting ready for bed, causing you the most explosive argument yet.

Now, here you were, pinned between him and the edge of the bed, no urge in you to argue, your brain trying to form thoughts and failing miserably. Dom had milked 3 orgasms out of you driven by pure spite. Time blended together as his hips grinded into the second hour, knees hoisted up near your ears as he drove into you over and over, hitting the deepest spots inside of you. 

His hand gripped around your throat firmly, the other hand circling your bundle of nerves that was far beyond the point of overstimulation. Hickies galore decorated your body, along with some markings around your thighs from how he gripped onto you earlier while devouring you until you were a pitiful, begging mess. You both were covered in a sheen of sweat, bodies grappling onto each other like your lives depended on it.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself? Hm?” His thrusted not faltering as he began to tease you, eyes not leaving your flushed face. “You had so much to say all fucking week.” He hissed at you. 

He suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes that had rolled back to meet his. “Say it or I pull out right now.” The threat of him leaving you empty was all too real and too terrifying. 

“Dom I-” You stammered, being interrupted by your own whines. “Please I need-please-”

“Please who?” He taunted.

“Please daddy. I’m sorry.” Your voice betrayed you as it shook with every thrust deep within you. “ Please please-” 

“Be a good girl and let it go for me. Give it all to me.” He continued to talk you through the waves of pleasure wracking your whole body for the fourth time that night. He relished in the way you became a babbling mess of his name and pitiful pleads leaving your mouth. Your nails dug into his tanned biceps as he soon became undone with you, unable to hold off as you clenched desperately around him. 

He gently pulled out of you, careful not to throw your body into more sensitivity shock than it already was. Dominic’s eyebrows furrowed as he took in your shaking frame, watching how hard your chest heaved with small whines and your body shook. He leaned over you, gently trying to get your lulling eyes to look at him.

“Hey angel, look at me.” He cooed gently, cupping your face with his palm. You tried to find your grounding, forcing your eyes that wanted to close so badly to peer up at his brown puppy eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Concern laced his voice. You nodded gently, causing him to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He stalked off quietly to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” 

As he spread your legs to gently clean you off, you whined at the sensitivity. “Sorry baby. I know how sensitive you are right now. But you did such a good job for me, took it so well. ” He cooed, eyes switching between cleaning you up and your fucked out face. After throwing the towel in the hamper, he crawled back into bed with you covering you both in the blanket, silence blanketing the dark room. 

“Dom.” You finally broke your silence gently, causing his head to snap to yours.

“Yes angel.” 

“I thought…” You began to get teary eyed.

“Woah woah, did I hurt you? I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to, where does it-” He shot up, eyes scanning over your body and eyes blown wide from fear.

“Dom. You didn’t, I’m okay, great actually. I was just…scared this week. Scared that we were doomed or something.” He settled back down, biting down on his bottom lip as he took in your words.

“I was too. We’ve never been the bickering type and I just- I don’t know. You know I’m not good with emotions, but I do wanna say I’m sorry. My attention has been on work and I didn't mean to make you feel abandoned.” He confessed.

You didn’t notice the tear falling down your cheek till his tattooed hand gently reached out to wipe it for you. His eyes were filled with adoration as he brought you in closer to him, kissing your forehead gently.

“I love you Dom.”

‘I love you more angel. Get some rest now okay? We can always talk more in the morning. I think I accidentally turned your body and brain to mush.” He kissed your nose, causing you to giggle. 

“Mush is the perfect word I’d use.” You replied, falling asleep in his arms.

He looked down at your sleeping frame, smiling to himself at how the furrow in your brow from overthinking and stress had finally settled as you were fully relaxed. His eyes trailed across your features, soaking up the way you couldn’t shy away from his gaze in this moment, free for him to adore you as he always had.

[dqllgarden]

i could take all four of them (and not in a fight)

[hearta54]

Studio With Dom (reader x Dominic Fike spicy fluff)

Summary: You and Dom are both musicians, you guys hit the studio to record a track together and Dom can't keep his hands off you...

Word Count: 629

Notes: This was hella fun send request and pls repost.

You woke to Dom nuzzling his cheek into the crook of your neck you loved the way his dark brown curls caressed your skin like that's what they were crafted for and his morning stubble -which he always shaved, you sometimes wondered what he'd look like with a beard - grazed you.

"Good morning beautiful," Dom whispered staring into your eyes his incessant need was perfectly visible in those big brown eyes.

Any tiredness you were clinging onto was forgotten as Dom kissed you softly at first, growing hungrier as his hands roamed over your waist slowly creeping under your blush pink shirt, he whispered sweetly dirty things into your ear, kissing your neck and sucking on that spot that made you clench. Truth be told you could stay here all day with him forever letting your limbs get tangled until you weren't sure which belonged to you and which to Dom.

"Dom..." You gasped his name.

"Y/N?"

"We should get up," you had a day to seize together and a world beyond the four posts of the bed you both shared.

You went to climb out of bed when Dom stopped you.

"Baby where do you think your going?" He said smiling sweetly wearing a questioning look on his face.

You were left wondering what he had planned as he walked out the room gloriously shirtless, Calvin Klein boxers slung low on his hips.

There was a twenty minute Domless interlude before he trailed back with two steaming egg benedicts he chuckled at your glee. He knew how much you loved egg benedict, egg anything really (Y/N is so real for this)

Dom watched you eat slowly, he had finished his breakfast minutes ago.

"Y/N, finish up pretty, we have to hit the studio."

Your stomach twirled not just because Dom was watching you intently giving you raging butterflies but also because today was your first time recording music with Dom, you wanted it to be perfect.

...

In Dom's Porsche he caressed your upper thigh mindlessly as he kept his eyes on the road heading to his favourite studio in downtown L.A. His touch made the nerves you had felt wither and you could finally breathe evenly again.

...

You admired Dom as he laid down the hook of your song the way he confidently mixed the vocals and recorded the guitar riffs making an effortless melody. It had taken you much longer to record the piano piece even though you'd been practicing it for days. Your eyes were also glued to him because you loved the way he looked in baggy black jeans and fitted white tee with a red Clayborne symbol on the back.

You turned back to your notes app formulating the lyrics of your verse.

"Baby, what you got there?" Dom walked behind the chair you had cocooned yourself in enveloping his arms around you and placing his head on yours.

Your notes read:

If I don't belong to you

Something's gone wrong

I'll always find you

No matter what planet I'm on...

"Y/n, this is great, lets record this right now," Dom was shouting dragging you to the booth.

You sang everything so smoothly with a slight falsetto at the end. When you were done Dom was jumping up and down elated.

Now in front of Dom you said, "How was that?"

Dom grasped your face pulling you towards him and in a dizzying maneuver pinned you against the wall. His tongue laced with yours and held your waist so firmly it bruised.

Suddenly you were on the couch and Dom's hands were lowering into your flare pants and kissed down your stomach...

"Amazing, it was amazing," he whispered in a raspy tone and he stuffed your panties in his pocket

...

THE END

[fikeoff]

Midnight Harmonies

The night was warm, a gentle breeze drifting through the open window of the small, cozy apartment you and Dominic shared. The city outside buzzed with life, but inside, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the intimate silence of your own world.

You were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you heard the door open. Dominic stepped inside, looking exhausted but radiant. His tour had just ended, and he was finally home. You rose to greet him, your heart pounding with anticipation.

“Hey,” he said softly, dropping his bag and pulling you into a tight embrace. “I missed you so much.”

You buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him. “I missed you too, Dom. It’s been too long.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning your face with a hunger that made your pulse quicken. “I’ve been thinking about you non-stop,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I need you.”

The intensity of his words sent a shiver down your spine. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You moaned softly against his lips, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

Dominic’s hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. He broke the kiss long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of you. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You reached for his shirt, tugging it off and tossing it aside. Your hands explored his toned chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. “I need you too, Dom,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with need.

He led you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. As you reached the bed, he gently pushed you down, his eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. He undressed you slowly, his hands and lips worshipping every inch of your skin. You gasped as he kissed a trail down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

Dominic’s hands were everywhere, igniting a fire within you. He took his time, savoring each moment, each touch. When he finally settled between your thighs, you were already trembling with anticipation. His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit, and you cried out, your hips bucking against him.

“Dominic, please,” you begged, your voice a desperate plea.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to hear you say it,” he said, his voice a seductive growl.

“Fuck me,” you whispered, your voice breaking with need. “Please, Dominic, I need you inside me.”

With a satisfied smirk, he complied, positioning himself at your entrance. He pushed into you slowly, filling you completely. You moaned loudly, your body arching to meet his. He set a slow, tantalizing rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate.

The room was filled with the sounds of your lovemaking, the heady mix of your moans and his grunts creating a symphony of pleasure. Dominic’s hands gripped your hips, his pace increasing as you both neared the edge.

“Dom, I’m so close,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back.

“Me too, baby,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Come for me.”

His words sent you over the edge, a powerful orgasm crashing over you. You cried out his name, your body convulsing with pleasure. Dominic followed soon after, his own release triggered by the sight of your ecstasy. He collapsed onto you, his breath ragged, his body trembling.

You lay there together, basking in the afterglow, your bodies entwined. Dominic’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

You smiled, your heart swelling with happiness. “I love you too, Dominic. More than anything.”

As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that no matter where his career took him, you would always have these moments, these intimate connections that made everything else fade away.