#dominik szobozlai smut

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SILKEN WHISPERS — d. szobozlai

.ೃ࿐ summary : Punctuality has forever coursed through your veins, especially during the most significant occasions. Yet, who would have guessed that a simple silk dress could shatter that rule?

.ೃ࿐ words : 0,6k.

.ೃ࿐ genre : suggestive.

.ೃ࿐ warning : swearing, hot makeout sesh.

.ೃ࿐ author’s note : marking my debut in the imagine territory where I’m taking my first steps with this little guy here—i have so many ideas in store ^^ hope you enjoy !

“Fuck, I love this dress” he growled into your ear.

You marveled at how Dominik had a way of approaching you with such effortless charm, savoring every moment of it. His warm breath brushed against the delicate shell of your ear, sending ripples of sensation through your entire being. You could sense the contours of his lush lips as they curved into a wicked smile, long before you could catch their reflection in the mirror.

His exquisite mouth. The gentle bristle of his stubble. His tussled, soft brown hair. The earthy scent of his cologne.

Him.

You couldn't fathom why his compliment impacted you so deeply. Well, you were aware of your excellent taste in clothing, a truly refined taste. Even the shop assistant praised your choice earlier. Yet, it was gratifying to receive admiration for your dress selection, a specific taste you had honed over the years, despite hearing your mother's reprimands all through your teenage years.

There was nothing overtly revealing about it. You cherished the fabric's softness and the delicate hue, an homage to the early breath of the warm summer day that lay ahead. It draped around your form, lending both grace and a sense of comfort.

Elegance and comfort, precisely what you sought. With Dominik so close behind you now, you felt, on top of all that, utterly sexy.

You mirrored his smile before focusing on applying your red lipstick. Dominik drew even nearer. His large hands encircled your waist, exerting a firm hold. His thumbs traced delightfully slow, feathery circles down your back, igniting a blaze that seemed to sear the silky fabric, sending tendrils of heat down your spine. What was his intention?

You attempted to stifle a gasp, but the faint tremor in your body, as involuntary as it was, betrayed you. Naturally, Dominik, to his great delight, took notice.

His languorous demeanor slowly gave way to a more intimate and intense expression. Your eyes fluttered shut as he dipped his head to kiss your neck. He was acutely aware of the effect this simple yet intimate act would have on you, especially when he focused on that particular spot where your shoulder met your neck. It was, after all, one of his many areas of expertise.

Unconsciously, you allowed the lipstick you had just lowered to slip from your hand onto the polished wooden chest of drawers. This granted you the excuse to weave your fingers into his hair—a subtle act not only to steady yourself but also to unwittingly encourage his delightful administrations, preventing your legs from giving way.

"We're going to be late," you managed to articulate with a tremulous, breathless voice. He let out a small laugh against your skin. "It's your cousin's wedding, after all," you murmured desperately, knowing that soon you would be rushing headlong into trouble.

In response, he delicately nipped a part of your neck. That slightest gesture was enough to make you surrender. Your head tilted backward, finding support against his sturdy chest before leaning slightly to the side. Your hand grabbed a few strands of his hair, pulling gently, eliciting a moan from him.

Now literally pressed against Dominik, you could feel every beat of his heart pulsating against his still partly unbuttoned white shirt. The mirror had indeed offered you a delightful view of his well-defined torso.

You ceased pretending that this damn wedding held any significance the moment his hands slid forward across your breasts and descended towards the lower curve of your belly and even lower. Suddenly, he emitted another groan, this one more desperate and guttural than the first. Your breath caught.

"You know what?" he whispered, "Far too perfect. Let your hair down, darling, I need to ruffle you up a bit before we go."

[whorekneecentral]

What about something with Dominik Szoboszlai where he teaches you how to give a blow job?

real real real, you're so sexy for this anon

He's your first actual boyfriend, like a real proper relationship where you felt secure enough to be yourself. Sure, you've dated other people but it was never like this, none of them made you feel the way Dom did.

The two of you had spent all afternoon lazing, Dom's hands wandered as you watched the movie and eventually, it was forgotten. You're on your boyfriend's lap, your lips on his.

"Get on your knees," he whispers, scooting you back off his lap. You're a bit confused, but follow his direction. hHe drops a pillow on the floor and you look up at him, totally lost now.

His brows furrow, "What?"

"What, what?" You looked at him, your arms on his thighs. "What am i doing here?"

The man chuckles, thinking you're giving him a hard time for fun. He gestures to himself, pulling his hand a little further up so you can feel him. "Oh." you giggled, "I uh.."

His knuckles brush over your cheek, eyes fixed on you. "What?"

"I've never.. you know."

His eyes widen a bit, looking at you. "You're joking."

"No," you make a face, biting back the urge to roll your eyes. "I'm not."

"If you don't want too, we don't have too, love. We can do whatever you want."

"No, no!" You sit up a little straighter, "I want too, I just.." "We'll go slow then," he smiles, leaning down to give you a kiss. "As slow as you want."

He tugs his shorts down, taking your hand and wrapping it around himself. He moves your hand up and down slowly, his head tipping back when your hand tightens a bit. "Is that okay?"

"Mhm, perfect."

He watches as you wrap your lips around him, he doesn't rush you- letting you go as slow as you liked. When you finally got comfortable enough, you lowered your head a bit. Dom lets out a muffled groan when he feel the back of your throat against the tip, you pulled away a bit.

"You okay?"

"No no I'm fine, sweetheart." He smiles.

You take him back in your mouth, hand wrapping around what can’t fit. He watches as you bob up and down, he pulls your hair from your hair so he can see you and so it doesn’t get in the way.

You glance up at him through your lashes and that was enough to make him cum but he held off. His hand rests on your head when you hollow your cheeks, Dom pushes you down a little more to take all of him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, holding your hair in a makeshift pony tail, “you’re fucking perfect.” He says, head falling back onto the couch.

His hips buck, your nose brushing against him. He tugs on your hair, pushing you down just enough to take all of him, you can feel his cum on your tongue.

You pull off of him with a pop, Dom lets out a breath and pulls you up, for a kiss. "How was that?" your cheeks are red, looking at him. He smiles, kissing you once again, "you're perfect."

[whorekneecentral]

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