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                                 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 19, 2023 6:36𝘱𝘮
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐.
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍.

𝕴T WAS ALL spontaneous, a little out there. but he had to know where they stood otherwise it would make him go insane. he let her know beforehand that he was showing up, so some of his nerves were gone.

she opens the door and fake mean-mugs him before pulling him in for a hug. their initial conversation was quite aimless, just her asking about how their thanksgivings were probably going to go.

he didn't want to be a dick but he wasn't really here for that. he came here with one solid intention. to get an answer.

"listen, i hate to be outlandish but i have to ask you about the gift you got me," he says abruptly, slightly interrupting her conversation.

dominic had been jittery ever since he walked through her door. he hadn't even taken his coat off or sat down. either he had one too many cups of coffee or something's up.

"you opened that shit? fuckin' ups; it was supposed to come after you got back from your trip!" she huffs, running a hand through her hair.

"sumi', it's- the guitar. you—"

"yeah, it wasn't even that much, before you say anything," she raises her hands up, "and it was supposed to be your birthday present. instead you got that shit a month early, man, what the fuck?!"

"i don't give a fuck about the price, i don't give a fuck about the timing either, it's- the guitar. the cherry red fender. the night we kissed, that's the same guitar i was looking at," he emphasises and she doesn't know how to respond for a good moment.

huh, when you say it out loud it does seem like a very romantic gesture and my intentions with it are stupidly clear.

her top row of teeth sink into her bottom lip, and her eyes dart to the floor. she knew she'd get a reaction out of him getting a gift like that she just didn't know what to do with it.

maybe all she needed was a push.

"don't do that either."

she grumbles a little. "m'not even doing anything."

"look at me when you talk so i know that this is as real as i feel it in my chest," he urges as he walks up to her. his hand fits around her waist as something like a locket.

she was startled by his sudden movements, as he usually moved quite like steady. she noticed that about him. their eyes lock, as her body presses into the wall behind her.

"what has gotten into you?" she mumbles, and dominic scoffs at her. not like an amused scoff, an agitated scoff. frustrated scoff. he was pressed. about something.

"don't act like you haven't just given me a reason, baby, a huge... reason.."

oh, she felt that tone and that word choice right where she shouldn't have. right where she wanted him to touch her, actually. and the way his eyes danced all over her body gave her the impression she wasn't the only one thinking this shit.

"so we're gonna play dumb like we always have been? we're not gonna do anything about it?" he asks her, and it was as if it all clicked for her. i mean, yes, it clicked at the festival but she didn't know what to do.

finally, their overt bluntness was being of use to them both.

"not... playing dumb... just nervous, is all. and i get it, 'stand on bidness' and shit but..."

she's not looking at him again, only because she feels as nervous and overwhelmed as him. his breath hitches as he bites the apple by cupping her cheek. a rush fills him head to toe when it registers in his brain that her skin is on his nerves, on his fingertips. he forgot how good it felt to get this close to her.

he wanted her to look at him. this was his way of telling her. when she finally does, it's like everything around them was completely shut off and a spotlight was on them both. a perfect movie moment in her head, one she'd only ever daydreamed about.

"suminar ira choul, do you want me to be with you? the way i want you to be with me?" he asks so courteously and gentlemanly she felt her soul leave her body just to look on at them and swoon.

"i- i wanna be with you. and i'm really happy you're on the same page about being with me... too..." she trails off and he could feel himself being put in yet another comprising situation when her voice became soft and she looked at him right in his iris. he couldn't give a fuck anymore, though. he had to push more.

NEE NAW NEE NAW
🚨🚨🚨
MAYDAY MAYDAY
( what that dom song say? IM FEELIN A LIL FRISKY! 🤪 you not into smut this chapter is not for you please click off you're gonna have a bad time. now, as for you hoes and hornballs, MWAH! 💋 no panties. )

he smiles in a way he couldn't help, adoring the way she leans into his touch. "can i kiss you?"

she'd never nodded so fast in her life. she almost gave herself whiplash. a nod meant yes, she thought it was a good enough answer. not for dominic. with the softness of her lips, her nerves are blessed with the pad of his thumb as he slowly opens her mouth.

"can i kiss you?" and there's certainty and sternness in his voice. he wanted a verbal answer.

"yes."

it wasn't as rough and fast as the last time. dominic wanted to take his time. he'd been blessed with getting chosen by this ethereal being infront of her; he needed to be cautious with how he operated.

the moment their lips touch, the moment his mouth goes agape and she slides her tongue into the opening, he can't think about being cautious. he can't think about anything else. he had the girl he'd thought he'd dreamed up infront of him, kissing him.

kissing him like she wanted him to do more to her. he needed to know. he needed to know now.

"can i take your shirt off?"

the sudden question makes her head spin. all of this was making her head spin. why was dominic sipping on her lips like he'd been in severe heat for weeks and she was water? why did he make her feel so strongly yet irrationally? why hadn't she responded yet?

"you speak english, right? so use it and talk to me? can i take this off your body, baby?" his hands slightly tug at the hem of her oversized t-shirt with this forcefulness. frustration, almost.

"yeah," she nods helplessly and holds her arms up as he swiftly pulls the shirt over her head. she didn't see the point of wearing a bra underneath, as she wasn't supposed to be doing anything today, she wasn't supposed to be seeing anyone.

how the night changes, huh?

"Jesus fucking Christ, you are so beautiful." his thumb presses into his bottom lip, as if he was scolding himself for blurting such a compliment out. like it was a love drunk confession.

he just stares at her. taking in everything. every single inch of her he needed a mental picture of. it got harder to contain the kind of physicality he really wanted to exude with her, but he'd work towards it. starting with her neck, sucking on her skin and working his way to her chest. lowering his head, he cups both of her breasts. latching his lips onto her right nipple, his eyes shut in immense pleasure which only increases when he hears the angelic hums leave her mouth. her hand goes to his hair, and he enjoys the feeling of her fingers caressing his curls.

suminar was now very wet, and growing more impatient the more he relished in every other part of her except from where she desired. he looked so hot, his eyes shut and indulging in her skin. so much so her mind started to race and she was picturing him in this same stance just with her legs wrapped around his head instead. now she was officially impatient.

his hand travels down her stomach, pushing down her shorts a little. he was still suckling on her breast, but he couldn't stop his free hand from wandering. when he got past the navel, and dipped his hand underneath to feel how wet she actually was, he breathes hard. stops what he's doing altogether as his forehead connects with her chest.

he's desperate to feel more, as his fingers run up and down her folds and the wetness coats his fingers. he's watching her now, and every single contortion of her face. "you're soaking," he smirks, a little cocky knowing he was the cause of all this.

"fuck you."

his eyebrows furrow at the little insult. he kinda liked the way she talked back. "say please."

she frowns at him, and he only smirks harder. he watches her face while she spreads her legs somewhat further and he moves his fingers up to circle her clit. the short gasp that leaves her lips only eggs him on and his fingers speed up.

"can i taste you?" he asks bluntly and she was about to not before telling him yes. his lips are on hers again, before he pulls away from her completely and picks her up. the couch is the first place he sees so it's the place he sets her down.

he just watches as she shimmies her shorts off. now, she was completely naked for him. and God was he captivated. he thought of old paintings he'd seen, ones like the birth of venus or sculptures of greek goddesses when he saw her in her purest form.

"like a dream..." his eyes shut temporarily as a hand runs his hair, him kissing down her body gently. his voice was even more of this intolerable turn-on in this context, as he mumbled sweet nothings into her skin.

practically throwing her left leg over his shoulder, he kisses her clit before ducking his tongue lower and licking a stripe up her folds. she arches her back in anticipation but he doesn't pick up the pace just yet. he laps up all he could first before acting mercilessly. his jaw slacks, his tongue moving up and down her folds in a swift motion, with him shaking his head every so often.

sharp moans leave her lips as her eyes fixate on the ceiling. she couldn't look at him, she'd cum way too fast. she got what she wanted quickly — her legs were wrapped around his head now, and his hands welcomed her thighs so gracefully she thought this was meant to be. she was meant to have this guy indulging her like this, all the time.

one hand slips away, as his middle finger slowly inserts inside of her. accidentally, her palm lands on his forehead and her mouth goes agape. looking down to see him, he looked like he was watching something revolutionary. eyes shaped like stars as he makes her writhe for him. he smirks at the sight before him, and she doesn't think she was supposed to see that.

when she finally adjusts to the sensation, he adds his index finger too. her legs squeeze around him. the volume in her cries increase. then, it registers that the man she loves is doing this to her and the feeling comes in tenfold.

the man she loves? the man she loves.

"so pretty, sumi'," he tells her, pushing his fingers further into her pussy. he wraps his lips around her clit, his tongue flicking at the bud. smiling on her skin at how much she's moving.

he could feel himself getting really hard. it was torment at this point, she was looking like his new addiction. and sweet this addiction was. her moans, her taste, the plushness and softness of her skin. he had to get inside her before he embarrassed himself.

he stops. a whine softly leaves her lips and she's looking at him with anticipation. she didn't really want to ask why he stopped, that would ick herself out but... why did he? he's good at that.

"you nearly made me cum, sumi'," he abruptly justifies himself as he scrambles to take off the clothes on his bottom half, which were already pooled at his ankles.

ofcourse, she noticed his dick. it was hard, poking out from underneath the hem of his oversized beastie boys shirt. pre-cum oozes from the tip of his head and she begins to start writhing, unbeknownst of it. he was of good length and he was full, sitting at a curve at that.

but she still couldn't get past what he had said.

"you almost came from... doing that?" she asks awkwardly but it didn't seem to phase dom; his gaze was just fully focused on the glistening arousal that her pussy was coated in, and the fact that he caused that.

"came from the way your clit feels on my tongue and the way you're much more vocal than i imagined, yes," he pulls his shirt over his head, and the beautiful tanned and tatted skin on his upper body was on display for him again.

she blushes when they lock eyes, as she was so obviously ogling over him. "right. just uh- never thought it was possible..." why are you still talking, idiot? she curses in her head.

but again, dominic didn't seem to mind how awkward she was being. infact, he loved it. he loved bad girls just as much as good ones, most definitely, but to see someone so confident and expressive as suminar become a moaning, writhing mess as a cause of his touch could quite literally make him cum alone.

the last word suminar says aloud escapes at the last minute, as she's humming and gasping at the feeling of dominic's tip sliding up and down her folds, trying to transfer the wetness there. he doesn't look her in the eye just yet, too busy watching what he's doing.

"i mean you're naked infront of me for one," he spits on his shaft and she shudders at the feeling of it trickling down to the centre of where her wetness was, "and you let me eat you out. i've came to the thought atleast three times already."

"oh my. what have i done to you, fike?" she teasingly questions and runs her thumb over his lip, reaching out as he was hovering over her.

she looked at him. the way his eyes bore into hers, his curls dishevelled, his mouth glistening. then at his body. his tattoos, his light golden skin free of imperfections, his defined torso ending off with a happy trail. she was getting herself in such trouble.

"i've been asking myself that the day i walked out that podcast room," he leans down to peck her lips, then peeks down below, "...i didn't bring a rubber. i mean i ain't expect for us to- like i just thought we'd kiss a bit—"

"i'm um- on birth control," she says reassuringly and he looks at her again. he nods a little bit, his eyes so cutely widened at her with his mouth slightly open. he doesn't say anything, but continues what he was doing with his cock and slides it against her.

"so i can keep doing this? yeah?" he dips down as he talks to her to kiss her neck, and she hums loudly. gripping the back of her neck, she feels him lift up lightly.

his head pokes her entrance and push inside of her. her walls contract around him quite quickly, and she feels a moan rumble right in the centre of his chest. his right hand rests flat on the couch, his toned and defined arm straightening up.

so much more of him can be seen from this angle, including where their bodies were connected at this moment. he settles fully inbetween her legs soon enough, and he wraps her left leg around his middle before rolling his hips back and forth. when they lock eyes, it was clear in her head she wouldn't be able to take it. it felt way too good.

he was trying. fuck, he was trying so hard to hold on for her. be gentle for her. his hips were moving slowly, and not too hard either. his left hand was now smoothing against the thigh wrapped around him. but as her walls hugged his shaft everytime he shifted, he forgot what gentle meant. he thrusts harder, leaning down and gripping her jaw, since she was so fucking focused on the ceiling and not on him.

"why'd you keep looking away from me? hmm?" he asks her, and that harsh tone? yeah, she could tap out. she forgets to respond verbally again, and he slaps her thigh. she can't help but moan, and she pulses on him.

his eyes flicker to her lips again, until he looks back to see she was looking back at him. he smirks devilishly, and begins to go faster. "there it is. that pretty fuckin' face..." he trails off.

his hand goes from her jaw to her neck as his hips continuously slap into her backside and she physically can't look at him because her eyes are rolling to the back of her head.

she feels her stomach grow heavy and he seems to feel it too, since he rises her butt up off the couch and wraps both her legs fully around his middle. she moans even harder and he smirks some more at her.

"cum, sumi'. cum on my cock for me, please," he sneaks a thumb down to her clit, circling it uncontrollably. her back arches high, and her eyes shut harshly and before she can even register what's happening, she's coming hard.

"that's good, sweetheart. fuck, you're doing so well..." he reaches down to kiss her collarbone and her neck, aiding her as she heaves from the rush he just gave her.

she mumbles something that he can't make out but he felt deprived of her lips, so he kisses her passionately before cupping her cheek, asking softly if she could repeat herself.

"i wanna ride you?" his dick literally twitches at the question. could she get any more perfect?

"fuck, i- please. please get on top of me," he scrambles with his words as well as his movements. he's sitting upright, and she can't contain her smile as she looks at him.

as she looks at him sat like that, though, his legs spread far apart, she feels her mouth start to water. she gets on her knees infront of him and he gulps a little bit. what good did he do in this world, to have such a beautiful woman infront of him like this?

"sumi', baby, what are you—"

"shhhh. shh, shh, shh..." she quietens him down and grabs his shaft, hearing him hiss. she plants slow, sloppy kisses to his shaft and cups his heavy sac in her free hand.

she could taste herself on him a bit, and she got a bit egotistic with how good she did taste, as she welcomed him in her mouth. she didn't want to go fast — she wanted to hear him and please him in a shared way. moving her head slowly, she moans as she hears his groans and slow slews of praise.

"oh, you sexy fuckin' girl... just- just like that... fuck, suminar..." his head was thrown back, his hand gripping the back of her head as the disappearing act of him touching the back of her throat continues. every now and then she switches out for his balls, stroking him and she sucks on each of them.

aphrodite or helen? fuck, suminar choul was proving to be both. as she looked up at him, he could see nothing but beauty in this tempting, lustful form. like she was the kind of bad that was good for him. the kind of bad that could balance him out, make him excited again. make him live again.

"fuckin' killing me. y'know that, don't you?"

"you don't think you're doing that to me?"

they share a smirk, and a little moment of them passes by.

"come here," he orders and she listens gracefully. wiping her mouth a little, she lifts herself up from the ground and straddles him.

he watches on in awe, as she cups his cheeks and kisses him passionately. with one hand detaching from her waist, he lifts her body up so his head can find her entrance again. she sinks down on him and they both moan into their heavy tongue kiss.

they're fixated on eachother, and eachother's bodies as suminar rises her body up and down on his shaft. her hips rotate back and forth perfectly, with his hand guiding him. she begins to go faster, whining her hips for him as her eyes grow heavy for him. she can feel how close he was so she takes advantage of it, and grabs his neck.

"you gonna cum for me, dom?" oh, holy fuck.

this had to be the hottest sex he'd ever had. and the way he responds practically proves that. he nods frantically, eyes dancing all over her face and she smirks some more for him.

"cum for me. i want your cum... want you to lose control for me..." she begs and he breathes harshly, turning to sink his teeth into her shoulder.

he thrusts into her a few more times, harshly at that, before pulling out and spilling his seed all onto her cheek. her head is turned around watching in awe and gripping his shoulders as he muffles his moans of pure lustful pleasure.

she coos at him, kissing his forehead as she grabs his shaft from behind her, squeezing and stroking him to get out every drop. she scoops some of his nut on her fingers and licks it off and for a second, he thought he was going to be the first person to get hard again in the space of one minute after ejaculation.

they're panting messes, with dominic planting kisses anywhere he could on her. he needed to feel her skin. suminar was pure bliss on the other hand, getting higher from the kisses. she was also fascinated at the thing she'd just gotten fucked with, looking down at it.

"you've got a mad pretty dick," she says without looking at him. he furrows his eyebrows a little bit and snorts out of laughter, making her hit his chest.

"like you weren't staring at my pussy like picssso painted it or some shit," she snaps back and he just laughs harder as she looks back at it again.

he didn't scare her anymore, and she most definitely didn't scare him. she welcomed him. let him work every inch of her body with ease, and even brought some of that pleasure back onto him. she chose him. God, everytime it registered in his mind it felt fake.

he loves her. fuck, does he love her?

"you showered yet?" he asks and she locks eyes with him again. they dance around his face for a moment before she answers, "yes. but alas... i am sweaty and now stink of sex. i mean, the smell isn't so bad but i've had dick and balls in my mouth, so—"

"you've always gotta go in detail, don't you?" he cuts her off and picks her up as he stands, and her legs instinctively wrap fully around him.

"what can i say? i'm a journalist," she smirks, "now stop standing there and take me to the bathroom. i can feel your spunk dripping off my butt."

as they throw little digs at eachother, that lead off to more aimless conversation, it only confirms one thing they were a little uncertain of before dominic's lips touched suminar's lips.

they like eachother. cool. but now, he loves her. and she loves him. how the fuck have they managed to get here?

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 "𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇?"
so... i lied. THIS is actually
the longest chapter i've written.
hope you liked it i very much
did 😁😁😁 i feel like i get
too carried away sometimes
but then i read it and it legit
feels like five minutes SO
MAYBE IM ON THE RIGHT
TRACK YOU FEEL ME.

this just means i can
write fluff now and i
lurveee fluff love it
more than smut acc
fluff is so cute to write

16k?? PERIODT. i
love you guys so so
much and always will
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