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cockpunchlore · 10 months

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𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽

ps. its very roughly edited

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Colson's jacket wrapped around him like a cloud of smoke its scents blended into his own and finally he smelt home.

Then they ran.

Down the pathway, over the barriers, and through the crowd that split; a hallway just for them. They kept running though. Way past the cameras and the cars and the dimly lit streets of shops long closed.

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They ran until roads turned from grey dust to blades of wet grass spilled mud onto their shoes.

And somewhere along that track their hands had clasped together. Knuckles glew white their grip only tightening when Dom's foot tumbled over the pothole. They held on until rain turned to a sprinkle and then trickled to nothing at all.

That’s when they finally stopped running.

Colson’s face looked up at the sky, and Dom looked at the way it glowed under the moonlight.

He didn’t dare let his eyes drift down as he took in the way the rapper lit his cigarette. Front left pocket, two shakes, a flick of a thumb opening the top with the Newport sign.

This was when he shifted his gaze from the blanket of stars and onto the pack of smokes in his hand, lifting it up and using the thumb to guide one up to his lips. The other tightened their hold on Dom’s hand for a moment longer before letting it fall from his grip.

Dom’s eyes fell then too, head dipping down as he tried to breathe in the fleeting scent of the jacket and the moments before that suddenly felt ephemeral at best.

Dom barely registered the click click and the sound of the flame coming to life, only looking up in time to see colson breathe out a cloud of smoke and close his eyes to the stars.

He looked like an angel then. head turned to the stars, golden hair shone against the night, moonlight turned smoke clouds blue and folded them into wings for only moments before they vanished yet again.

Inches away he could almost taste him. The liquor on his lips and the cologne against his neck that had faded with droplets of rain and sweat which only made his shirt cling tighter against his body and his skin glow in the dim light.

He fought his urge to keep looking.

“the moon looks lovely tonight”

His eyes were still closed.

He wished he said more.

And the same words echoed in the younger man’s head.

“Can I kiss you?”

Colson's gaze shifted down from the skies and finally met Dom’s own. Eyes closed shut, he had drifted, disappearing into his thoughts all fogging up into clouds of Dom that for just an instant he forgot he was standing right there beside him.

And he had asked if he could kiss him. Or had he just imagined that?

“What?” he spoke so lightly, words barely touching the night air and he held his breathe as he prayed he’d heard right.

“ca- it doesn’t- I’m sorry” Dom mustered up and chuckled expressionlessly at the ground.

Of course it mattered. And sorry was a stupid thing to say. It was a little better than repeating his previous words which would have been the more foolish route since Colson had obviously given him an easy out.

He wished that he could’ve just shut the fuck up and let his mind think things through for once without letting his emotions spill over.

Dom was surprised, to say the least when he felt the ground shift between the two and dirty chuck taylors edged closer with each step.

It was only a matter of time before slender fingers brushed over his cheekbones and soon a gentle hand combed away clumps of blue hair and red from his face still damp from the rain. The metal rings landed burning against his skin when Colson traced his thumb along his jawline and finally looked up into the icy blues of the man before him.

He took in his last puff of smoke, cigarette bud burning to a finish somewhere in the space between them. But neither cared much about that as Dom’s lip grazed over Colson sucking the smoke out from his lips before watching it disappear into the night air as he breathed out.

“so what did you say before”

The sudden rush of confidence left him all too soon and Dom was nervous all over again.

“what do you mean?”

he breathed in only Colson

“you know, the thing, that you overcorrected”

“I didn’t overcorrect anything”

“I actually believe you did”

They spoke in only whispers now so that even in the empty field not even the trees would hear their midnight mumbles.

They breathed the same breath, faces so close their noses touched and with stardust in their eyes they took each other in. and it was then Dom felt ready to repeat those words again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“See I thought you said that the first time”

“fuck off”, Colson couldn’t help his smirk from turning into a smile. Or at least he hoped it was a smile and didn’t look like the giggly grin of a girl on her first date because if he could describe what he was feeling inside that about explained it.

He wondered if Dom could hear his heartbeat. Or feel it radiating from the palm of his hand onto the curve of his jaw or a sharp sizzling to the soft stubble against his cheek. Colson was just moments away from kissing Dom when his stubbornness inevitably took the best of him.

He had asked if he could kiss Colson.

He would wait.

At least that’s what he told himself as he let his thumb retrace their steps over the younger man’s face. His touch lingered when he reached his lips seconds longer before letting his finger slip inside.

A moment was all I took, merely, a few glances . And then Dom was moving a final step closer and pushing his finger two knuckles deeper. He could only let out a shaky breath and watch as the smirk found itself on the lips of the boy below him.

lips wrapped around Colson’s thumb pushing up from the base and licking up to the top knuckle and biting down, hard.

He only had time to let out a wince before a warm tongue circled around the bite mark smoothing over the pain.

His brain was clouded, again, with the thoughts of this boy, except this time he let himself imagine the things he wanted to do to him. Time seemed to go by both too slowly and all too fast, minutes turned into hours and into barely split seconds all at once. He only half hoped his friend didn’t notice how hard he was for him already.

Dom let the finger fall from his lips with a pop and pretended not to notice the string of spit that connected the two, but he remembered the way it made Colson gaze down at it with his mouth ajar.

Pushing up on his toes, Dom closed the remaining distance between the two.

and he tasted just like heaven.

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yungbud · 3 years

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Could you do some Y/N x Dom ddlg smut?

Word count: 2.6k

TW: Smut including, Daddy kink, throat fucking, bondage

A/n I wasn’t 100% sure where you wanted this to go so I tried to do a little bit of both. If you wanted it more rough or more soft i’d been happy to rewrite it for you, just shoot me a dm/ask with the direction you’d like me to take it and it should be up within the week <3 hope you like it though.

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Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

You would’ve helped. Really, you would’ve. You wanted to, even, but Dom had left you with your hands completely tied…

Well, literally.

It all started when he stayed late at the studio one night working on the album, and then another... And then another… His fans were practically begging him to take a night off, but he just wouldn’t. Sometimes he wouldn’t even bother to come home at all, heaven knows if he even bothered to sleep.

The fact was, with Dom gone so often you got a bit lonely. You’d tried explaining this to him in passing but he was just so caught up in his work, promising that when it was all done he’d spend nothing but time with you. The promises always seemed to fall flat, project after project withholding his attention from you.

And then you remembered…

You and Dom had an array of sex toys, a fond memory attached to each one. Dom also had a certain set of rules for you when it came to sex, and by assosciation said sex toys, one of them being that you were only allowed to touch them if he was there to watch you.

This rule fell through about a month in when you realized he was never home to watch you… Which also meant he was never home to catch you. You figured, he’s having fun working on his album and you deserved to have a bit of fun of your own too.

With not much left to do you’d been abusing this rule like it owed you money ever since. It was actually a lot of fun. It took a little getting used to at first, you missed Dom and wished he was here to do it instead, but pretty soon you were getting off all on your own and you even used a heating pad and stuffy for the post orgasm cuddles you were missing.

Of course you still loved and missed Dom, and would be glad to return to normal as soon as possible, but for the time being you were perfectly fine with your little situation.

You had a pretty productive day cleaning the house, you were now working on dinner, something small since you’d probably be the only one home to eat it. You worked strategically around the kitchen, cleaning up as you went, and once your food was safely in the oven and the timer was set you had a little over half an hour to kill. Wandering into the living room, you searched for the remote, finding it on the couch where you plopped yourself down and began scrolling through netflix.

God, there’s never anything good on here, you thought, it just isn’t what it used to be. You remembered when netflix had everything, and now everything had spread onto their own respective streaming services. You clicked the tv off, staring at the wall for a moment as you went over the things left to do in your head.

There’s always instagram or twitter, but those tend to piss you off in one way or another and there was nothing good on youtube.

Your thought about how your day went, reviewing everything mentally and you realized what you could fill your time with. A reward for all your hard work.

You practically ran up the stairs, wanting to fit in as much you time as possible before you had to return to make dinner.

You started off slow, squeezing your breast and pretending it was Dom instead, trailing your hand down your body until you hit the waistband of your shorts, slipping them down your legs and haphazardly tossing them across the room. You gently rubbed yourself through your underwear, pressing a few teasing fingers against your entrance. Taking a deep breath, you slide your hands up and down your thighs, allowing your eyes to close and your body to fully relax before reaching over, wrapping your fingers around the small, pink vibrator that was sat beside you on the bed, shifting it on and pressing it against your clit.

Inhaling a sharp breath at the feeling, your hips moved along with your actions. Soft moans fell from your lips, taking a moment to rid yourself of your underwear before continuing. You tried to imitate the motions of Dom, pretending he was laid next to you and whispering dirty things in your ear, encouraging you to continue.

His plush lips pressed against your neck, leaving bites in his wake that would surely show up tomorrow. His tattooed middle finger coming down to press inside you, pumping it in and out a few times before curling it inside you.

He seemed so far away, and yet closer than you thought.

What you hadn't known was that Dom had chosen to come home early today so he could spend dinner with you, and he was standing in the doorway watching as you slid the vibrator up and down your glistening pussy, whimpering his name.

“Hm, dinners ready.” Your actions snapped to a pause in shock “Oh don’t worry, love. I got it.”

Your eyes opened slowly, unsure if you really wanted to acknowledge the scene in front of you.

Dom stood in front of you, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed as he stared you down.

“S’that?” He questioned, knowing damn well what it was, but wanting to hear you admit it. You wrapped your hand tightly around it, a futile attempt to hide the item in your hand. Dom tilted his head disapprovingly at this, walking over to you and peeling your hand open to take it from you, clicking it off. He cleared his throat, putting it on display for you, his gaze boring into the side of your head as he waited for an explanation.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” There was A moment for you to plead your case. Nothing. “Alright, fine.” He says, sitting on the bed motioning for you to lay over his lap. You looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent in a silent plea. When his stern look didn’t budge you complied, perching your ass into the air a bit.

“Are you going to tell me what you were doing, or am I going to have to get it out of you?” Dom asks, his hand rubbing soothingly over your ass.

“I was masturbating.” Dom hummed, his hand coming down in a sharp smack against your ass.

“With?”

“A toy.” another, his hand smoothing over the already reddening skin.

“Which?”

“I’m not supposed to do unless you’re here to watch me.” twice in a row this time

“So, let me get this straight. You knew you were being disobedient, and decided to do it anyway?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, at least you’re telling the truth.” Dom said, leaning down to whisper in your ear “‘fraid you would’ve been better off lying, love.” His hand coming down thrice more on your already raw ass. Your teeth dug into your lip as you tried your best to hold back the squeaks that clawed their way up your throat.

“Do you want me to count, daddy?” You offered, trying to earn yourself a few brownie points.

“No, I’ll stop when I’m good and damn ready.” And he did exactly that. Although he didn’t ask you to count, you did so anyway. You found it helped to distract from the pain. You got up to around twenty when he finally stopped, leaning down to place a kiss on your red bottom. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, but when you were genuinely in trouble with Dom, when you had so blatantly disobeyed him, the spankings came across as a bit more of a genuine punishment than normal. He wanted it to be sexy and feel good, but he also wanted you to know that your behavior was not acceptable.

“Your ass is so red. Does that hurt?” He asks, concern lacing his tone

“Yes.” You whimper, pouting back at him

“Awh, you poor baby. Probably should’ve thought about that before you decided to break one of my rules.” He said, smacking your ass once again. Shoving you off his lap, he left the room, leaving you alone on the bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited patiently for him to return.

You hadn’t actually seen him as he walked back in the room, only acknowledging his return when you felt his hands wrapping around your wrists. Before you realized what was happening your wrists were tied to the head board, your gorgeous boyfriend hovering over you, pulling your shirt up to admire your tits.

“Since you got to get off, it’s daddy’s turn.” He said, pulling his pants down just enough to pull out his swollen prick, jerking it off inches from your face. He tapped your jaw, your mouth opening at his command, slipping his dick down your mouth slowly. You were gagging before he was all the way in, staring up at him from your place on the bed. He groaned at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, your gags only encouraging his thrusts as he fell into a rhythm.

“Oh fuck, princess.” He moans, hand wrapped up in your hair, tugging at it lightly, his hips moving methodically as he ruthlessly fucked your throat.

There was a string of spit from your throat to his tip when he pulled out, Dom’s hand coming by to swipe it out of the air. He sat up a bit, placing his balls in your mouth as he continued pleasuring himself, his head hung back in pleasure. You lifted your head in an attempt to return his tip to your mouth, but Dom crawled off of you and stood beside the bed instead.

And there you were, with Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You say, choking back tears

“Then why’d you do it, princess? Hm? Just such a horny slut you couldn’t help yourself? You know what I think? I think you did it on purpose because you thought I’d never catch you. I don’t think you’re sorry for doing it, I think you’re sorry you got what you had coming for being such a disobedient little slut.” He hummed, swiping a piece of your hair behind your ear “But thats okay, because I promise” He says, his tone sinister “that after tonight you won’t need to touch that pretty little pussy for awhile.”

“No, I really am sorry for disobeying you, I promise.” You plead, letting your hips flatten against the bed.

“So are you going to tell me why you did it or just keep apologizing? Because only one of those is going to get you anywhere but a wheelchair tonight, pretty girl.” You avoided eye contact, focusing on the pattern of your bed sheets as you tossed the thought around in your head, hesitating to tell him what had really been going on.

“You’ve just been gone for so long and you’re never home anymore. It gets so boring and lonely being here by myself all the time and I wasn’t able to get myself off and you weren’t here to do it so one night I reached into the drawer and I used one of the toys and it just felt so good… ” You rambled, tears welling up in your eyes as the feelings of resentment and loneliness poured out of you all at once. Dom stopped for a moment, untying your hands and moving you up to a sitting position, enveloping you in a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I hadn’t even thought of it like that.” His lips connected with yours in a soft kiss, his hand coming up to hold the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. When he pulled away he left a series of kisses all over your face, an apology after each one.

“Come here.” He whispers, pulling you on top of him.

His lips connected with yours as he began pushing himself in, waiting for you to move against him before continuing his actions. His strokes were long and slow, making sure you felt every single inch of him. His lips leave small kisses along the length of your neck, hands gripping at your ass, your own scratching down his back.

“Well, I guess I’m here now.” He jokes, reaching over to grab the vibrator, pressing it firmly against your clit. You were already close from before, the punishment only adding to the little ball of pressure you could feel building in your tummy.

Pathetic, needy whimpers slipped past your lips as your orgasm came over you.

“I got you princess.” He whispers, you can feel Dom twitch inside you as he comes up on his own, releasing inside you with a heavenly moan. He remained inside you, allowing the two of you to ride out your highs, before pulling out and collapsing next to you. It took you both a moment to catch your breath, but when you did Dom was the first to speak.

“Okay, new rule.” He turned to you “You’re allowed to use the toys when I’m going to be consecutively busy, but if you can I want you to call me, or if I'm busy send me photos. Daddy loves to see his little girl getting off, I don’t wanna miss a thing.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Come on, lets go eat.” You said, attempting to sit up, but being pulled back down by Dom.

“Dinner can wait, you need a bath.” He says, picking you up and carrying you into the en suite bathroom. He set you on the counter, mindful of your bum, before turning to heat up the bath water. He turned back to you as he filled the tub, kissing you softly on the lips as he waited. You denied his offer to pick you up and set you in the tub, opting to walk the step and a half there yourself, sinking into the inviting water and letting it soothe your ache.

He seemed extra protective of you, your words obviously going to heart. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so caught up in his work and left you home all alone feeling like that. Worse yet, you’d expressed these emotions to him before and he shrugged them off. He was determined to make it up to you.

Dom let you pick a bath bomb, watching as you marveled at the colors. He dragged his attention away from you eventually, once again leaving you alone in the room.

When he returned he had a plate of food in his hand, setting it on the edge of the tub for you and playing with your head as you ate, asking you how you’d been while he was away.

He waited for you with a warm towel when you were ready to get out, tentatively drying you off. He allowed you to dress yourself, sitting on the edge of the cabinet as he watched. After dinner and your bath, he tucked you in, placing a kiss on your forehead and promising to be there when you woke up in the morning, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

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anusha-swritings · 4 years

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Beautiful Girl YUNGBLUD

Summary: Dominic Harrison (yungblud) comforts his gf.

Warnings: Trigger Warning, Self doubt, slight suggestiveness

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I was laying on my back on the bed on my phone, soon Dom came into my room and flopped onto the bed rolling over and laying his head on my stomach. I reached my hand down running my fingers through his hair and continued scrolling on my phone.

Soon I felt his hand move under his shirt and he rubbed his hand up and down my side. He did this a lot so I was pretty used to it, except today his hand was freezing cold. I squirmed away from him a bit, pushing his hand away gently and mumbling cold. HE continued to mess with me putting his hand on my upper thigh as I shuddered, squirmed, and giggled trying to get away.

He warmed up his hands and continued to rub his hands up and down my side. “Your skin is so soft baby.” He hummed. Eventually he got tired and his hand started to slow down, feeling all the stretch marks and bumps on my side. As I felt his finger trace them, I tensed up suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Dom knows I feel insecure about my stretch marks, and a LOT of other things but my stretch marks are the worst. “Babe.” I whined pushing his hands away. “Your hands are too cold.” He sighs and just lays his head on my stomach.

After a few minutes Dom stood up and got ready to go to the studio. After he changed his shirt he looked at himself in the mirror and that's when I noticed he was VERY turned on. I stood up and walked over to him wrapping my arms around his stomach and resting my head between his shoulder blades. He turned around in my arms and pulled me into his chest. “Why are you so turned on?” I asked frustrated at how he finds me this attractive.

“Baby, what did I tell you when we woke up this morning hmm?” He asked, pulling away slightly so I could answer, but I just pushed my face into his chest and avoided answering the question. “I called you the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Not a woman, person. There’s no way for me to resist you. You’re too amazing.”

I blushed and hid my face in his chest. He placed his finger under my chin and lifted my face pressing his lips to mine. He laid me down on the bed and placed his head on my collar bone, cuddling till he had to leave. “Thank you.” I muttered staring at the ceiling. “You’re welcome, my beautiful girl.” He sighed, closing his eyes and hugging me tighter.

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written-on-the-trees · 3 years

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Well Spent Weeks Bring Happy Sleep - Yungblud Fan Fiction

Prompt: Wrapped Up Warm.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1000 words

Summary: Dom is tired after his album's release, and ready to sleep for a week. And his girlfriend is more than happy to join him.

Dom filmed himself falling face down onto the sofa, lifted his head long enough to put it on his Instagram story, simply captioning it with the word ‘night’ before dropping both his phone and his head onto the sofa and closing his eyes,

It had been an exhausting two weeks. First it had been the build up to his new album getting released, which had been filled with anticipation, until the feeling had been practically thrumming through his veins. He hadn’t even been able to sleep the night before the release; he was too wired. Then the album had been released, and Dom had been fuckin’ ecstatic about the BHC loving all the new songs. He’d spent hours on social media, finding out what people thought, even as he was signing things…and he had been signing a lot of things. Too much, according to some people. A lot of people, in fact: people who thought his record label shouldn’t have pushed him to put out as many limited editions and exclusives that then weren’t exclusives, but Dom hadn’t minded. His fans wanted things, and Dom wanted to give his fans what they wanted.

…He was tired, though. Tired to the bone, the kind of tired that made his head feel like it was stuffed full of cotton wool and like he was trying to move through knee-deep mud. It had been an amazing fortnight, but the adrenaline, the excitement, and the lack of sleep had all crashed down around him all at once. His mates had gone home, the party was over, and Dom was ready to sleep for a week.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you don’t want to sleep there.”

Fingers ran through his hair, prompting Dom to look up to where his girlfriend Clem was perched on the arm of the sofa: “Sleepy.”

“I know, but you won’t sleep well on the sofa, will you?”

“…No.” Dom admitted grudgingly, mainly because he was too tired to think up anything that even resembled an argument.

“So let me help you to bed?”

Dom moaned…but allowed Clem to haul him off of the sofa. She was right, after all; all he’d get from sleeping on the sofa was a bad back and a crick in his neck, and with Clem pulling one of his arms over her shoulders, it didn’t seem like such an impossible feat to make it from the living room to their bedroom. Between them, they managed to shuffle out into the hallway, then into the bedroom, and over to the bed.

Clem laughed when Dom flopped down on the bed, groaning like a zombie. She had clearly been expecting him to act like this, as she'd already taken all the blankets off the bed, allowing him to drop straight onto the freshly laundered sheets.

He happily rubbed his face against the soft cotton of the clean sheets, making a satisfied noise low in his throat, while Clem continued laughing sweetly. Dom didn't mind - he knew that, although she was laughing at him, it wasn't malicious. She didn't think his weirdness was a bad thing: she thought it was endearing. She loved him for it, among other things, and that meant a lot to Dom. As did the way she looked after him when, frankly, he was incapable of doing it himself.

Dom knew he didn’t make it easy for himself; he spent too much time worrying about things he couldn’t control, and overworked himself until he was shattered. Far too often, he found himself incapable of functioning…but, these days, Clem was always there when he did that to himself, and tonight was no exception. She pulled Dom’s jeans down his legs, leaving him in his t-shirt, boxers, and pink socks, and wrapped a fluffy blanket around his shoulders, before throwing a duvet over the top, all while Dom buried his face in the pillows.

“Cle-em.” he whined, when it sounded like she was going to leave the bedroom: “Don’t leave me.”

“You want me to come to bed with you, sweetheart?” Clem replied teasingly.

Dom, though, was completely honest when he answered: “Always.”

Clem laughed again, this time sounding more charmed than amused, and although she still left the room, Dom could hear her switching off lights and locking the front door, before she came back into their room, ready to join him.

Dom happily wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders, waiting for Clem to join him in bed.

He wasn’t waiting long; just a minute later, Clem was sliding under the duvet beside him, dressed only in an oversized t-shirt and her knickers, smiling and rubbing her nose against his playfully.

Dom cooed in the back of his throat, pulling Clem in close against his chest, wrapping his blanket around them both under the duvet. Clem allowed it, even snuggled closer to him, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead, before he buried his face in her neck, and peppered kisses against all the skin he could reach without moving his head. It was already getting harder to keep his eyes open, let alone move, but before he passed out from exhaustion…

“I love you, Clementina.”

“I love you too, Dominic.” Clem replied, sounding a little taken aback by his sudden announcement…but that didn’t stop her from squeezing him in a gentle hug as a response: “You’ve done really well these last two weeks, Dom. I mean it - you’ve been absolutely fucking amazing.”

Dom smiled sleepily: “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I don’t know about that.” Clem hummed thoughtfully: “You’re pretty amazing at the best of times, but thank you anyway.”

Dom wanted to argue, but he was too tired. Instead, he pressed just one more kiss against Clem’s neck, before he closed his eyes. Tired as he was, and bundled up warm: wrapped in blankets and with Clem in his arms, it didn’t take long. He was happy as a clam, and out like a light.

He slept like a rock - and when he woke up, Clem was still under the blankets with him, still bundled up against the cold with him, and sleeping peacefully on.

He didn’t hesitate to join her.

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iamdorka · 4 years

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yung love.

"I need more yungblud imagines and content. Please do some yungblud I love him so much and I need more cute content. I'm pretty sure I've read all of it I need os much more lol."

for all the Dom lovers ❤

Tag list (write me if you wanna be on it❤)

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Why Wait?

Fandom: British Musician, British RPF, RPF, YUNGBLUD

Pairing: Dominic Harrison x Female Reader, YUNGBLUD x Female Reader

Characters: Dominic Harrison, Female Reader, YUNGBLUD

Word Count: 1689 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: What do you say girl, we do something crazy

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Smut, YUNGBLUD, Tour, Touring, Las Vegas Shows, Las Vegas, P in V Sex, Vaginal Sex, Kissing, Fingering, Teasing, Needy Dom, Marriage, Proposals, Engagement, Engagement Rings, Reader’s Engagement Ring Looks Like This, Handjobs, Semi Public Sex, Sorta, Orgasms, Why Wait // Rascal Flatts

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘Fuckin class man,’ I heard Dom laugh a little way down the corridor as chatter ensued close by. I was sitting in the dressing room scrolling through my phone but I looked up when I heard his voice. He had just come off stage from his second show of the night and considering I had already seen the first [and all the others he’d done on this tour] I had opted to hang back to get ready since he had told me in no uncertain terms that we were definitely going out properly tonight. For the most part of our time in Vegas we’d stuck to our hotel and the casino that adjoined it. He was always busy so he didn’t have time to breathe let alone let loose on the strip, but tonight was our time to do that. Which is why I had opted to stay in his dressing room and get myself looking presentable. I’d never let him know that he’d been right and it had taken all of twenty minutes before I was ready and bored waiting for him.

As I placed my phone down the door opened and I spotted him lingering by it as he spoke to people I couldn’t see.

‘Yeah mate,’ he chuckled, ‘ten minutes yeah and I’ll be back out.’ ‘Meet in the bar?’ I heard someone say. ‘Yeah man,’ he smiled before he turned inside the room and caught sight of me. He kicked the door shut behind him as he came over to me with a bright smile and I stood up and allowed him to pull me into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kissed me. He was dripping with sweat, his hair sticking to his head as I ran my fingers through it. I couldn’t breathe, his arms were crushing me to him, but I didn’t care. Finally, he pulled away from me.

‘Hiya,’ I giggled. ‘Hi,’ he smirked, giving me another quick kiss. ‘Good show?’ I asked, reaching my hand so I could brush his sweaty fringe off of his face. ‘Fuckin brilliant,’ he said, ‘missed you though.’ ‘Like you’d even notice me over all those screaming fans,’ I chuckled. ‘Always do,’ he whispered before he leaned in and kissed me again. He pulled me closer again but his hands were now dancing underneath my shirt making goosebumps appear where his touch went. He kissed me deeper as I pushed him back towards the couch. As the backs of his legs hit the couch I pushed him down so he was sitting and shimmied my shirt off as I climbed onto his lap to straddle him. His hands caressed my chest, teasing my nipple with his thumb and forefinger as I kissed his jaw and neck roughly. I gasped as he pinched me hard which made him chuckle. I could feel him through my knickers, rigid against my core as he strained against his pants. I rocked my hips against him giggling as he grunted.

‘Don’t tease,’ he said in an entirely whiny voice. ‘I’ll stop teasing when you touch me,’ I said. I grabbed his hand and placed it under my skirt. He moved my underwear aside deftly as his fingers slid between already slick folds. I rocked against him enjoying the feeling of his rigid cock against my core and his fingers circling my clit. He placed one hand on the small of my back holding me in place as I leaned back enjoying the sensation. ‘Fuck,’ he grunted his hips bucking up against mine. I hadn’t even touched him yet and he was beside himself. ‘Want me to touch you, baby?’ I asked leaning forward and holding his face in my hands. He looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I leaned up onto my knees so there was space between us now and grabbed his hand so it was no longer touching me. Then I grabbed both of his hands and stationed them on my hips so he was holding me securely.

‘You’re not allowed to touch okay?’ I whispered kissing him again. He nodded. Then I fumbled with his pants until he was in my hand. He shivered as I ran my thumb across the tip which was now sticky from excitement. I massaged him gently in my hand watching as his head fell back against the couch and his eyes closed. Then, I carefully teased him through my pussy lips moaning as his head hit my clit. His eyes flew open as I did so, his pupils blown with lust. His hips bucked a little towards me as I did it again and I tutted, ‘needy.’

‘Please,’ he whimpered. I bit my lip as I used my free hand to caress his cheek. He leaned into it, kissing my wrist as I did. Then I positioned myself over him and eased myself gently down until he was all the way inside me. I moaned as I moved against him slowly at first taking all I could get. As I started to move quicker his breathing got a bit faster and his grip on my hips was hard enough that I was sure to have bruises there tomorrow.

My fingers went to my clit working it in rhythm with my movements. I was lost in the moment, enjoying the sensation when I looked down to find him watching me his gaze loving and full of lust.

‘Dom,’ I moaned as I felt my climax come over me. He was close behind me I could tell as his hips had started moving of their own accord meeting me with every thrust. ‘Fuck Y/N,’ he grunted as I rode it out like a wave meeting the shore. I fell against him, clinging to him as he pounded up into me solely focused on meeting me in bliss. I kissed him deeply my hand pressed tightly against his throat. And then he was cumming. He pulled his mouth away from mine burying his face in my shoulder as he attempted to muffle the sound of his moans.

As his orgasm faded he fell back against the couch, holding me as I lay against him, my head tucked into his neck. He grumbled as I pulled back.

‘One minute,’ I whispered kissing him on the cheek as I clambered off him, grabbing my shirt as I went to the small bathroom that adjoined the dressing room. I peed and cleaned myself up before checking myself in the mirror. Luckily our impromptu tryst hadn’t played too much havoc with my makeup.

When I left the bathroom he was already getting changed and I headed to the vanity to make myself a bit more presentable. I wiped the old now smudged lipstick away and replaced it, though I was sure it wasn’t going to last the night considering the mood Dom was in. I blended around my mouth and ran a comb through my hair and just as I finished I felt Dom come up behind me. His chin rested on my shoulder as he watched me.

‘Said you were needy,’ I chuckled making him laugh before he spun me around until I was facing him. ‘I know what I want,’ he said matter of factly. ‘Oh yeah, and what’s that?’ I challenged, hopping up onto the table so he was able to stand between my legs. ‘You,’ he said watching as I rolled my eyes, ‘I mean it.’ ‘Well you’ve got me,’ I said as I checked the time on my phone, ‘in fact less than five minutes ago you actually had me.’ ‘That’s not what I mean,’ he said simply. My eyebrows knitted together with confusion. ‘What are you going on about?’ ‘What would you say if I said let’s do something crazy?’ ‘I’d say what else is new,’ I giggled. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘seriously.’ ‘I’d say what is it?’ looking at him with bemusement, a smirk on my face. ‘Marry me.’

My mouth fell open as the words left his mouth. Had he really just said what I thought he had? My eyes roved his expression trying to figure out if there was a chance he was joking. He seemed serious.

‘Dom,’ I mumbled. ‘I mean it,’ he said, ‘why don’t we?’ ‘Just go and get married?’ ‘We’re in Vegas,’ he shrugged. ‘Yeah because everyone wants to get married by a bad Elvis impersonator,’ I said rolling my eyes. ‘It’s not like it’s not gonna happen one day,’ he reasoned, ‘I mean…you and me I sorta thought forever was a given.’ ‘It is,’ I said dropping my gaze. I had thought about it. I loved Dom more than anyone I’d ever loved but marriage just seemed a big next step. Especially to go and do right after the decision had been made. ‘So why wait?’ he said moving my hair out of my face. ‘Our friends, our family-’ ‘Will get over it. Weddings are a big hassle and I know our families. I don’t want anything but you and me,’ he said. ‘It’s all a bit fast,’ I said, ‘I mean there’s like things we need to think about.’ ‘There’s a hundred wedding chapels in town. We can find someone to witness it. Whatever you want to do I’m here for.’ ‘You’ve thought everything through huh?’ I said with a small smile. He smirked and I thanked God I was sitting down because I was sure that my knees would’ve buckled just looking at him. ‘Yep,’ he smirked. ‘Not everything though,’ I said turning my head away dramatically when I looked back he was watching me puzzled, ‘you’ve not even asked me to marry you yet. Not properly.’

‘Ah,’ he said pulling out of my grasp. He moved away and grabbed his discarded pants off of the floor fumbling with them for a minute. I watched him puzzled. Then he was back, pulling me off of the table so I was standing and dropping to one knee in front of me. Then he offered up a ring. I hadn’t realised until that moment how much he had thought this through. Most of our life was done living in the moment and I thought his marriage idea was nothing more than that but looking at him now I knew he was utterly and completely serious. My eyes roved over the ring he was holding in between his thumb and forefinger. A simple gold band with a stormy blue-grey diamond and of course, not in a ring box [that was way too straight-laced for him]. I had to admit though, it was beautiful.

‘Dom,’ I said thickly. ‘Y/N,’ he smiled, ‘will you marry me?’ ‘Of course I will.’

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shykpop · 8 months

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Yungblud, Oliver Sykes e Noah Sebastian icons

Like or reblog, If you save/use

Credits always welcome

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yungblud-fics · 4 years

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summary: just fluffy bath things and it's lowkey really cute and i want this in life oh my god.

this is a short-ish one. i'm stoll getting back to writing so i'm working on a few requests. thanks for sticking around <3

ALSO APOLOGIES TO THE ONE PIERCE THE VEIL REFERENCE HAHA

they were sitting in the bathtub, each on one side, music playing softly in the background. dom was playing with your feet, smiling at your laughter whenever he accidentally tickled you.

as he hummed along to the song, you ran your hand along his bicep, tracing random shapes onto his soft skin. he closed his eyes for a second, relaxing into your touch, the smell of the vanilla candle filling the air.

"we should dry off," you moves your hand through his dripping hair, pushing it back from his face to admire him for a moment. his green eyes stared back at you, glimmering against the bath water.

"can't we just stay here forever," dom leaned forward to place a sloppy kiss to your forehead. he held your hand, trying his best to spin you around into his arms in the small space.

you laid back, head against his chest as he placed his hands on your stomach, wrapping his arms around you. it was times like this (RUN UP MY WRIST SHE HATES ALL OF THE GUTS AND BLOOD) that made you happy that you found someone as amazing and sweet as dom.

"what're you thinkin' about?"

"i love you."

"say it again," you could feel his smile on your shoulder as he spoke.

"i love you," you laughed as he poked you in the side a bit.

"one more time?"

"i love you," you squeezed his hand gently, placing a light kiss on the backside of it.

"i love ya so fookin' much."

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hoewkeyesblue · 4 years

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love language | d.h.

Uhhhh, hello! Don’t be mad at me, I know I disappeared for months and now I just show up posting a fuckin drabble with yungblud (“he ain’t even in your list, ma’am” I KNOW). I’m just going through a writer’s block and I discovered him last week, I guess, and fell in love with his music in a way that I couldnt even tell. Dominic is making me feel safe and loved and I appreciate that, so there’s a little fluff with him cause WHY NOT.

I got the prompt “Whats your love language?” “English, I guess?” from @easy-as-a-and-b and that’s all, I suppose.

Enjoy!

“so, what’s your love language?”

you looked up to see your boyfriend sitting across the room, all smiley and looking curious as fuck. putting the computer aside, you raised an eyebrow and said:

“ummmm... english, i guess?”

he laughed out loud, getting up and walking to sit next to you.

“no, no, no, babe! i was reading about it just now and it’s so fookin cool. there are five love languages uh, lemme read it for ya...”

dom was so excited about it that you couldn’t help but smile, listening and - trying to - focusing on what he was saying. all you could think about was how much you loved him.

“now tell me, what’s yours?”, he asked again after reading it all.

“that’s hard. physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation... i see myself in all of them! i guess my love language is just love, does that count?”, you pouted, smiling when he smiled in response.

“yeah, babe, it definitely counts”, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. “if ya wanna know, i guess my love language it’s love, too.“

“i guess we just can’t limit love.”

“nah, we can’t. especially when it comes to us...”, he murmured, kissing your forehead and then your nose and cheeks and lips.

oh, god.

you loved him.

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yungbud · 3 years

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Silent Treatment+X

Req? Yes! @madonnasinn said: Can you write a smut about Dom ignoring y/n over a petty fight they had a few days ago, and y/n parades in a very tiny skirt around him when they go out to have dinner with his friends (to get his attention). He then gets really mad because all the guys keep eyeing her, which she knows he hates so she tempts him and fuck in the restaurant bathroom 🤭 just a lil idea i had LOL

Word Count: 2.4K

Tw:Light choking, semi-public sex acts, a little bit of thigh spanking/smacking, idk smut obviously.

A/N: Feast

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You sat in the kitchen with Dom. Well, Dom sat, you stood, washing the dishes as he talked to you about how the album was going.

“I’ve just been so stressed for the past three fookin weeks trying to get this done. I just want it to be perfect, you know? And I keep wanting to go back and tweak it but Gav tells me not to.” Dom ranted, absentmindedly picking at his nailpolish while he did.

You reached for the knob of the faucet, turning the water on to rinse off the dish in your hand, accidentally turning it too high and ending up being splashed with water, soaking the bottom half of your shirt.

That reminded you, tomorrow you had to do the laundry, then clean Dom and your shared room, then you’d have to shower– No, that wouldn’t work. You’d have to shower then do laundry before you leave, or else you’d end up being late for your appointment.

God, these last few weeks had just been so stressful. You felt like you barely had a chance to breathe, you’d finish one thing and up would pop the next. Oh, and you couldn’t forget lunch right after your appointment. You hoped there wouldn’t be traffic, you can’t be late because (Y/B/F) would only be visiting you on their lunch break, they’d have to go back to work straight after.

Who were you kidding, it’s LA, of course there’d be traffic.

Should you reschedule? You were both so busy as is and this was the one time your schedules had allowed you to meet up in what must’ve been months.

Shit, you thought, how long had it been? You began replaying the last few months in your head as you absentmindedly scrubbed at the plate in hand.

“And you’re not even listening.” Dom pouted.

“No, no I am. That’s great sweetie.”

“What’d I just say.” He tests, looking at you, his raised brow doing very little to hide the fact that he’s annoyed.

“You were talking about the uh- The uhm,” You paused, mustering all your brain cells to remember what he had just been talking about. The towel squished between your hand and the counter as you leaned against the sink, your fingers coming up to stroke the bridge of your nose as you thought “The drums, you just finished the last of it, right?”

The oven dinged, signalling the food needed tending too. Your mind flipped as you searched the kitchen for the oven mit.

Where could you have possibly put it if not right next to the oven where you could’ve sworn you left it. You spun, searching the other counters, even going as far as to look in the sink before realizing it had slid to the floor right below where you put it. Sighing, you leaned down to grab it, pulling open the oven to tend to tonight’s dinner.

“Uh, what else happened today?” You ask, trying to keep your mind on track. You were careful not to burn yourself as fussed with the food

“Shit, babe can you hand me the tongs?” You ask, reaching a hand out behind you. That’s when you realized he hadn’t responded.

“Babe?” You try again, turning around only to realize he’d already left. You scoffed, grabbing it for yourself before leaning back. Standing straight, you take a moment to bask in the warmth of the oven before closing it.

*~Three days later~*

Dom raised his head to look at you, your spoon clinking against the side of your bowl signalling your entrance of the living room. He looked back to the TV just as soon as he had looked over, obviously too invested in whatever he was watching to acknowledge your existence. A sigh of relief left your lips when your butt hit the cushions, leaning back into the inviting, cushiony supports.

“Ugh, this week has been so stressful. I feel like I haven’t had the chance to sit in like… forever.” You say, your eyes focusing on what was playing in front of you. It was an old episode of the great british bake off.

You laughed a bit, but it came off more as a hum.

“You know, I heard when contestants would cry, Mel and Sue would stand by them and use un-airable language so the footage wouldn’t make it to the final cut. Isn’t that so thoughtful?” You say, trying to perk some conversation out of the boy sitting next to you.

He wasn’t responding. Your eyebrows furrowed as you searched through anything you might’ve said to upset him recently. You couldn’t think of a single thing, come to think of it, what was the last thing you had said to him? Hell, when was it?

You realized quickly your last exchange was in the kitchen, and even that had been cut short by him leaving.

Yes, that’s right. When you had crawled in bed with him that night, he had been asleep and you were in such a rush the next morning you couldn’t remember if he was awake next to you when you woke up. He wasn’t exactly avoiding you as much as he was not talking to you.

Had he seriously been giving you the silent treatment for that long?

“Is everything okay?” You tried, sure you were only getting in your own head. Your eyes had completely left the TV at this point, focusing solely on the quiet boy next to you. There was no response, not even so much as a nod.

“You haven’t talked to me in almost a week.” You continued

“Doesn’t matter. Even if i did, you wouldn’t be listening.” Dom retorted

“I’m sorry i made you feel that way. It honestly was not my intention, i’ve just been so caught up this week.” You were sorry, but it seemed awfully ridiculous to have gone this long giving you the silent treatment just because you had been distracted.

The conversation ended entirely there.

Dom hadn’t said more than two words to you since your argument, doing everything in his power to avoid you. It wasn’t hard, after all he was a very busy man. Especially with the release of his new album coming up, there were interviews and meetings to be had, but at a certain point they became less of a responsibility and more of an excuse.

You were on twitter, you had seen his fans practically begging him to take a break, but taking a break would mean seeing you, and that just wasn’t something he had been in the mood to do recently. It was bad enough already that he had to go to dinner with you.

That was okay, you would help him get in the mood. Or, rather, out of his mood. If Dom wanted to be petty, fine, you could be petty.

You slipped the soft material up your legs, admiring your reflection in the mirror. If Dom was going to ignore you, you were going to give him something to ignore.

You knew this skirt would do the trick, every time you saw another girl or, fuck it, boy, prouncing around and one of these skirts even you nearly fucked them. Everybody looked good in these, it was a fact of life, you’d decided. You knew you definitely looked good, you almost had to stop for a moment and touch yourself to the sight, but glancing at the clock you realized you didn’t have nearly enough time for a bit of self pleasure.

You were practically already running late, spending all your time getting yourself ready to grab Dom’s attention. You added some finishing touches before heading out to the living room where Dom sat, waiting for you patiently.

Any other time Dom would’ve been right next to you in the bathroom, admiring your work on your makeup, outfit and hair, but today he stayed in the living room

You tried not to smirk as you made your way into his line of vision. The look on his face was completely worth the hours of tireless work, though. He’d turned his head to look at you, a distinct glare replaced by shock, his eyes widening a bit as they landed on your outfit. It was tight and loose in all the right places and only added to your stunning features.

“What?” You teased,

He tried to recover quickly, returning to his pouty state, not even bothering with a response as you followed him out the door.

You were sitting at the table, surrounded by you and Dom’s friends when someone finally made a comment on your appearance.

“You look really good, (Y/N).” Tom commented, everyone nodding in agreement as the conversation momentarily shifted to you.

“Thank you! I thought so.” You praise yourself, smiling down at your outfit.

The conversation drifted off again, a newfound confidence bubbling up in your chest. You reached over to Dom, grabbing his hand and placing it on your thigh. It stayed there for a moment before he moved it, and it continued on like that. You did everything in your power to remind him of how good you looked and how short your skirt was until he motioned for you to stand. A couple eyes turned to you as you walked off, but no one asked any questions.

Dom was practically dragging you, your feet fumbling as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. When you realized where you were headed you glanced at him, eyes wide, but he wasn’t looking back. His eyes were focused on the bathroom doors ahead, his jaw clenched, gorgeous green eyes shadowed by his black eyeliner.

“Dom, what are you doing?” You began to plead, uncomfortably aware of the fact that you were about to walk into a bathroom with your boyfriend in front of the whole restaurant. You glanced around, checking for any cameras or onlooking eyes. There were none in sight, but you knew that didn’t mean much.

Your head clobbered light as he pinned you to the stall, his eyes burning into your own. Your gaze faltered, looking everywhere but him. Normally sex with Dom never made you nervous, he had always managed to make you feel safe and comfortable, but going from complete silence to being pinned against a stall in The Olive Garden so abruptly made you timid. His hand pressed down on your shoulder, your legs bending until your knees hit the tiled floor, staring up at him through your lashes. Dom hastily unbuttoned his pants, maintaining his gaze, er, glare on you. Your eyes flickered from his own to his hard dick springing from its constraints, watching as he stroked himself achingly slow before his tip slid past your lips, sliding himself across your tongue a few times, his head leaning back as he felt the warmth of your mouth surround him.

You hollowed out your cheeks, eyes remaining on his expression. When you reached up to replace his hand with your own you felt a harsh tug on your hair. It took you a moment to realize what he wanted from you, but when you realized you let your jaw go slack. Dom’s hand remained wrapped around the base of his cock, shoving it down your throat unexpectedly, causing you to gag.

Your mouth hung open, weary not to let your teeth scrape against him as he thrust into your mouth. You pulled back a bit as you gagged, your head lightly hitting against the wall behind you. Dom continued to push forward, his hard cock pushing farther and farther back in your throat. You were pinned between his thrusting hips and the bathroom stall, you had no choice but to let him fuck your throat.

Not that you were complaining.

Well, you couldn’t.

You gagged around him, hands coming up to grip at his hips as he continued to use your mouth to get himself off, angelic moans falling from his plush lips.

Dom finally took mercy on you, pulling away and grabbing your chin with his thumb and forefinger, staring down at you.

“You look so pretty gagging on my dick.” He says, wiping the tear coming from your eye. His hand makes its way down to your neck, wrapping around it and pulling you to your feet.

“Or maybe it’s just that fucking skirt.” He adds, slapping your thigh before lifting the skirt up to reveal your lace underwear. A groan slips past his lips, bringing his fingers against your core. You let out a sigh of relief as his fingers rubbed against your clit, glad to finally get some relief after all this time. It was short lived, though, as he pulled you to your feet using the grip he had on your throat, tilting your head up to look at him.

The air around you seemed to freeze, your eyes roamed eachothers faces, desperate for one another. His lips came against yours slowly and then all at once, his hand remaining around your throat as his tongue slipped its way into your mouth. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat remained between your legs, working steadily at making your legs shake for him.

It was almost embarrassing how ready you were for him, so needy that the slightest touch beckoned a whine. Things became heated again quickly, his hands moving from your neck to your thighs, a quick hop before you wrapped them around his waist.

Dom reached between your legs, trying his best to move the material without dropping you, eventually giving in and letting you do it instead. Reaching between your legs, you wrapped your hand around him, lining his hard dick up with your aching core. He paused there for a moment, enjoying the feeling before pushing himself in. His lips reconnected with your own, thrusting into you a few times before sighing and setting you back to the floor. Your eyebrows furrowed up at him, unsure what to do before he was spinning your around, pinning your face against the wall. You felt him slide between your lips once more before pushing in. It took him a moment to find his rhythm, but soon you were being pounded against the bathroom stall, pathetic moans falling from both your lips, Your senses clouded by pleasure leaving you completely lost to your surroundings.

You would have to be petty more often.

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