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joaofelix70 · 5 months

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MISS DIPLOMAT & MR. CHARMING |

dominik szoboszlai x female reader.

author's note: this handsome man's living rent-free in my head. he's a freaking masterpiece. talented, funny, charismatic, attractive. i watched interviews, tiktok videos made by supporters and much more to understand a little bit of his language, personality and what he does towards friends and loved ones. laughed a lot! i made my homework as a writer, hope you enjoy it! (compliments and any kind of retributions are more than welcomed).

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

words and characters: 1,811/11,223. it was three days working too hard on this story. i'm begging for your consideration, lol.

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sports diplomacy: it's the unique power of sport to bring people, nations, and communities closer together via a shared love of physical pursuits. this responsibility is the reason of a transition between strangers to connected individuals, advancing foreign policy goals and augmenting sport for development initiatives. the complex landscape where sport, politics, and diplomacy overlap become clearer, as do the pitfalls of using sport as a tool for overcoming and mediating separation between people, nonstate actors, and states. the power of sport has never been more important. so far, the 21st century has been dominated by disintegration, introspection, and the retreat of the nation-state from the globalization agenda. in such an environment, scholars, students, and practitioners of international relations are beginning to rethink how sport might be used to tackle climate change, gender inequality, and the united nations sustainable development goals, for example. to boost these integrative, positive efforts is to focus on the means as well as the ends, that is, the diplomacy, plural networks, and processes involved in the role sport can play in tackling the monumental traditional and human security challenges of our time. credits: international studies association and oxford university press.

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MLSZ (hungarian football federation) ──

new training ground at telki.

"i can't believe that being in places like this made up my most theoretically utopian childhood dreams. what a progress in front of me!" you still witness exciting moments where you pinch yourself, trying to believe in the reality that surrounds you: visiting the new training center of the players who are just a few meters away from you, getting ready to represent an entire country.

"your presence is our privilege. a voice of the spread of eurocup to our nation, right here…" the technical director gives you deference, obtaining a measure of humbleness and respect by you.

"the honor belongs to me in its entirety. grateful for having me, sir. while the view is immersive and captivating — my fervent congratulations to everyone involved — could we retreat from the pleasant glass-enclosed room and see everything closer, on the outside? please? i will never get used to this atmosphere." you pour politeness and charisma to the staffs around you, being directed to the proximity of the field and saluting the employees who pass through your path.

meet dominik — your szobo — instigates the nostalgic combination of detailed moments in which your thoughts display as photographic retrospectives. you're incapable to oppose the little enthusiastic laughs, fidgeting the rings between your fingers and avoiding possible suspicious glances from others. however, for you, this wouldn't actually work. the lives of you both are correlated, but different.

the training session is finished. clapping your hands and celebrating the performances, you greet the athletes and recognize some familiar people. nevertheless, reality slows down after those dark woody eyes capture through your soul. his arms tattoos are glorified by the sun's rays, the same illuminated smile is offered to you: that one you got during the very first time you saw him — instantly knowing he made you testimony the accuracy of freedom, catharsis and emotional amorous complement. that he'd be the one to introduce you what you never experienced, what you thought you'd never receive or deserve. what love truly is. when you were novices in your actual professions, not even imagining the future gifts of your unreal purposes.

"there you are!" intimately, dominik points at you, being reciprocated by vibrant nods and your old sort of secret — not that mysterious or serious — handshake. "még mindig emlékszel rá? (still remembering it?). you're a real one!"

"hogy tudnám elfelejteni? alábecsülsz engem. (how could i forget it? you're underestimating me)". your defensive actions demonstrate purposeful falseness. masking any sensitive, verbal or figurative communicative fragment from him is a difficulty that makes you give in over time. honestly, you never complain about this. it's like he wants to understand the factors and layers of you.

"a te kézfogás fickó. ne merészelj lecserélni engem. (your handshake man… don't you dare to replace me)". a shameless wink is send to you, butterflies acquiring space in your stomach.

"és hivatalosan is a szavamat adom rá. (and you officially have my word on it)." your gloss is pigmented against your fingers while you raise it up, displaying an oath, wondering if szoboszlai comprehends that his replacement in your life would be blasphemous.

"diplomata kisasszony, (miss diplomat)…" the hungarian fingerprints are shared and you recognize the sign to hold them, ready to perform your typical fashion icon moment. "gorgeous as always. go ahead! you know what to do!".

amusement surrounds you with the nickname's citation. although, you could feel some curious glances, from the outsiders, about the intimacy between you and him. "i appreciate, our top-class national bless…" you move your body in rotations to exclaim the outfit's characteristics, lifting your feet to show off the specificities of your heels. "how is your hair so well-groomed after sweating, though?" your arms cross and you raise an eyebrow in questioning, trying to hide your fascination.

"thank you, my number-one fan, but don't change the subject. finish our inside joke, c'mon!" dominik grabs his water bottle and spreads the cooling liquid on his forehead, wiping the glowing droplets across his face as he lifted his jersey high enough to exhibits his fortified abs.

your attention is directed to any surrounding scenery, throat being piked. szoboszlai pretends he doesn't notice, preventing to embarrass you.

"alright, alright! you've won, bájos úr… (mr. charming)". your final comment escapes as, practically, a whisper. you can't control the shy laughter, coupled with the considerable redness invading your cheeks.

"that's the secret to make my day!" using his tongue to reproduce a sharp noise, he matches your humorous reactions. "would you like me to show you the infrastructure changes? i'm just gonna take a shower!"

"i've already been granted a tour around here, but in case you insist…" during the dialogue, some athletes cross your space, wishing them good luck for the competition. your concentration on the activity is significant, at the point that dominik's silent admiration goes unnoticed.

"i mean, you know me! i'm gonna insist anyway, so…" he reaches your captivity, bringing you jollification.

"i'll rate you as a personal tour guide. now, go there!" jesting each other, you both exchange exaggerated reverences, like a challenge of who makes the most chaotic one.

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walking around the area, various subjects are explored, informations entrusted. you ask and are updated about his ethereal younger sister.

portraits of the generations are framed. you magnifies his presence in celebratory pictures, dedicated to find him in the memories and achievements on that wall. pride shines from you and the hungarian finds it lovely.

"you know i'm a sucker for accents… they're much more than mere verbal characteristics, they're stories: life experiences, marks and scars. identities and cultural integrations." the topic is random. through generalized opinions, you're explaining conceptions and dominik is retaining mental observations. he exalts every scrap of your identity, like a faithful worshiper.

"basically, you're admitting being enchanted by my accent. i can see the stars in your eyes. a win is a win!" szoboszlai and his frequent attribute to physical touch, tickling your ears and playing with them. it doesn't bother you, actually: adoring the affection exuded by you and him. you feel like a little girl dealing with your one and only love.

"it's beautiful, how can you blame me? and hey, i know mine's making you grin too." he holds your arm, shivers running down your spine, the two of you being euphoric in the midst of your own enthusiasm.

"putting me against the wall? okay, hum… what were you saying before?" he's changing the subject and you have a natural wit to boo him. lifting his shoulders as a surrender, the hungarian focuses on the specific loose strands of his simple bracelet, which you get used to help him tie it again, willingly.

"trying to avoid the truth? fine! let me take care of you while i talk about my admiration towards globalization and communication. like, with every fiber of me…" you accept the conversation's direction and utter a 'voilà' towards the accessory's new appearance.

"that's why you're the best person i've ever seen doing this job." dominik compliments you, an act full of honesty.

"thanks a lot, mate. but which job? as your bracelet helper or my real one?" you provide tenderness, looking amused.

"i mean… both of them." szoboszlai chuckles, revealing courtesy by your continuous helpfulness.

"literally? because i know you know a lot of people. you're so young and already is the national team's captain." you nudge him in a form of tease. he's a starboy, it's undeniable.

"flattered! literally, thought. you were born for this, believe me." vulnerability collides to you, as his words are deliberated: emotions embracing you and warming your insides.

"dominik szoboszlai, my dear friend, you're gonna make me cry, right here. i'm sorry, i need to do it…"

innocent satisfaction builds strength over you and executes unthought-of approach to the tangibility of your gratitude — his colony enrapturing your sensitive olfaction — in the most out-of-control way. the sounds reach your hearing: a choir of angels singing hallelujah. he reciprocates the contact, laughing at your juvenile excitement. joining him and doing the same thing, harmonizing the triumph. in the separation of the touch, you both remain close to each other and the hungarian doesn't miss the opportunity to feel the softness of your side face, caressing the skin. appreciation and satisfaction invade your structure, delighting on the palm of his hand.

"just a dear friend? why are we pretending all this time?" dominik's reading you. the intimidation at the sight of him overhanging you is paralyzing. you don't usually back down, but in that instant — superior than your most repressed desires — your gasps are escaped.

"who is putting who against the wall now?" insisting and failing on your witty answers, shyness and uncertainty corrodes you.

"please, look at me! i'm not kidding anymore." his voice is questioning, intrigued — contradictorily vulnerable and calm — your rationality being fragmented, fragile.

"you know i'm not the kind of woman you're surrounding by, domi. i'm not an influencer, bikini model. i'm not a public figure. i don't live for the cameras and gossip platforms. i live to work hard. i didn't achieve any of this with some type of perk. my routine and your routine are based on traveling..." who could deny it? szoboszlai's always been all that you see. it's much more than a mere passion. your attraction to him is magnetic, intense, vivid. consequently, terrifying.

"i'm just asking for a chance, (your nickname). i don't lie when i say i've never met someone like you. i may be surrounded by a crowd and you'll still be the one to steal my attention, because nobody compares to you."

your eyelids are closed and the exhalation of his sigh penetrates your lungs with the numbing breath of life you've never experienced before. it's happening: the rare situation where thinking carefully about the pros and cons is unworthy, dumbness. your decision is made and the privilege's resolution unify your lips. the beginning demonstrates slowness and patience — the intensification through the concluded wait of the longed-for reality, transforming light and magical kisses into open mouths discovering each other and witnessing the endearment that both offer — hairs, necks, shoulders and waists captured.

"you're the first to create a meaningful presence in my mind and heart. i want you to be the last one too. i love you, kincs (my treasure). i'm finally brave enough to demonstrate it with no fears." dominik's forearm covers your upper torso. your back against his chest, noses resting on each others. rejoicing at the miraculous, incomparable circumstance.

"i love you, drágám (my precious). you're finally mine and it was so fucking worth waiting." his whisper: the living proof of celestial existence.

"how blessed we are…" intertwined bodies, coalesced essences. solitary melodies turning into the sweetest and most complete symphony.

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rubendiasthoughts · 3 months

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imagine dominik having to walk out of his childhood room (because you’re visiting his parents in hungary) still horny and hard because you were making out on his bed but his parents called you since dinner is ready and hes literally whining like a baby

Omg stoppp 🤭 like he's got you on his lap, straddling him, his hands shamelessly exploring your body while his tounge is pushing into your mouth and he's rocking you against his bulge, making you moan into his mouth 🤭 but that's when you hear his mom calling the two of you for dinner and he tries to convince you to not go, telling you that the two of you should just say you will eat later but you insist that you have to go or else it would be inpolite and he's groaning, throwing his head back rubbing his face with his hands. But you won't give in and he finally has to get up and he's just quickly fixing his pants and he would be so grumpy about it 🫣

Maybe would make you suck him off later to make up for it 🫣 like once the two of you are alone in his room again he comes up to you from behind, pressing his erection against your back and he leans in and whispers "gonna be my good girl? gonna take care of it for me, baby?" into your ear 🫣

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findingnemosworld · 6 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐩*𝐫𝐧.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮.

it started as a joke.

the first time he'd done it, they were in the kitchen cooking dinner, or to put it more specifically - she was making dinner whilst he decided to distract her by simply hovering over her when suddenly, his hand wrapped around her throat in a jocular manner, he seemed to not think much of it, completely oblivious to the effect his gesture had on her, she nearly burnt the food as the sensation was far too intense for her to handle.

the second time happened at a club, he'd invited her to join him and his teammates as they too were bringing their significant others as well, she sat close to him, so close that she'd practically laid across his lap; that's when he'd done it again, his hand rests around her throat while he chatted animatedly with trent over the upcoming fixtures, she tried her best to remain composed as rachel talked to her yet every so often he'd apply just the right amount of pressure which in turn shot waves of desire straight to her pussy.

she wanted to ask him, she wanted to know what was the end of goal; yet, the words laid dormant at the tip of her tongue, until ...

he returned home from training, exhausted, drained; quite ready to surrender to sleep when upon the very minute he entered their bed room, every bit of exhaustion seemed to vanish entirely at the sight before him - there, in the middle of their bed, she lies on top of the mattress completely naked, her legs spread apart; two digits curled inside of her pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit, her eyes were shut, brows knit, a sheen layer of sweat coats her skin while her lips were parted releasing the sweetest sounds.

to say he was mesmerized would be an understatement, he felt like he couldn't move a single muscle for the first few minutes; then, as if his body had a mind of its own, his hand reaches below to palm himself through his sweatpants while he listened to the sounds she made; suddenly, her eyes shot open landing on him standing near the doorway, his hand palming himself. " domi " she whines.

" don't stop! " the command came abrupt as he proceeds to untie the knot to loosen his sweatpants, followed by his boxers to free his cock from the constraint, eliciting a soft sigh from him, he then takes a seat on the chair across from the bed, " want to see you cum undone for me " he adds with a strangled moan.

her lower lip is trapped underneath her teeth as she continues curling her digits inside of her slick pussy, " i di- didn't ... fuck, i didn't hear you come in "

his coats his thumb with the spec of precum leaking from the tip then wraps his hand around his cock, releasing a strangled groan before replying, " i thought you were asleep so i didn't -fuck- i didn't want to wake you up "

her chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, " domi, fuck ... i'm going to cum " she whines, furiously rubbing her clit.

" i know baba " he switched the pace of his strokes, " me too, let's cum together huh, come on baba, I know you can do it "

the room is soon full of their ponderous breaths, melodic sounds of pleasure and soft curses, " fuck ... fuck ... i'm cumming " she cries, " i .. domi "

" me too baba, me too ... " he grunts before his eyes shot open to look down, noting his glistening digits. " baba, ... " he breathed.

she walks towards until she stood between his legs, then she sat on her knees, her gaze darts up to meet his; before he could utter a single word, she wrapped her dainty hand around his cock followed by her lips wrapping around pink tip eliciting a strangled moan from him, " baba " he sighs, reaching to thread his digits through her hair.

leisurely, she takes more and more of his cock until the tip hits the back of her throat eliciting a whine from him, " fuck baba, just like that " he sighs tightening his grip on her hair. " keep going "

the sound of her lips against the skin of his cock coupled with the sensation of her hand teasing his balls had loosened his resolve causing him to whimper and moan, " you're so good at that, taking my cock in that warm mouth you got -fuck- " he cried.

the pace of her thrusts grew rapid, so much so that she used her free hand to toy with her pussy while her tongue and lips teased his cock into the brink of the most earth shattering orgasm she had witnessed him have, he thrashed and whimpered as ropes of arousal seep down her throat whilst a rope of curses escape his lips both in english and hungarian, she lapped up every drop before pulling back to say, " i need to ride you "

he smirks, " what're you waiting for then? " he tugs her up, his cock slipping effortlessly into her pussy eliciting a unanimous sigh from the two of them, " fucking missed this pussy " he groans; that's when he'd done it, his hand reached up to wrap around her throat, this time applying the right amount of pressure eliciting a whine from her lips which in turn caused him to raise a brow, " you like that? " he whispers, applying more pressure.

she nods with a faint smile, " you have no idea how much i wanted you to do that, didn't you notice how needy i get every time you touch my neck " she paused, giggling before adding. " fuck domi, i mean i hated necklaces my whole life but now, i want your hand to be my necklace, every time you fuck me senseless "

her words caused him to subconsciously thrust forward causing her to moan once again, he tugs her in for a passionate kiss before he whispers. " so you're a slut for my cock, aren't you baba? you want to be choked while i bury my cock in that pussy, is that right? " he cooed.

she nods quickly, whining. " please domi "

" such a polite baby, asking to be choked while her pussy is full with my cock " he chuckles darkly, " come on baba, let's see if you can bounce on my cock while i choke you the right amount "

he lays back comfortably, his hand still wrapped around her throat while she thrusted up and down at a leisure pace. " that's it baba, you are such a good girl, you love my cock don't you? "

" yeah " she sighs, releasing strangled moans. " fuck "

" if i had known you were such a filthy slut, my hand would be wrapped around your throat every minute we're indoors " he chuckles, using his free hand to stroke her soft cheeks, wiping away the traces of tears rolling down her cheeks. " who would have thought? " he chuckles, " my pretty little princess is such a slut, i love it, keep bouncing baba, your pussy was made for me, made for my cock "

if he had the opportunity, he'd frame this image in his mind for all eternity, the sight of her breasts bouncing while his hand was wrapped around her throat was enough for him to groan; thrust forward, his arousal exploding through her walls followed by her own seeping through to coat his cock entirely.

suddenly, she collapsed on his chest, his cock still buried inside of her; while they took a moment to collect their breaths in silence, he broke the silence by whispering, " so you wanna be choked the next time is that it? " his question was playful followed by him planting a kiss on her forehead.

she giggled, " yes please " she lifts her head up to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

" who am i to say no to my princess? " he smirks.

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footballffbarbiex · 6 months

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Playful sex with Dom :) I’m not even going on anon I said what I said

from this list.

ok so i know i put playful sex on that list and you picked playful sex but it took...well, a turn. whooops. i had to stop because this was supposed to be a "teenie tiny blurb" 😬 i think by this point we all know i'm chatting bollocks when it comes to fic lengths now.

"look at me Domi when you're begging," she tells him, her fingers curling themselves around his necklace. with each twirl, it becomes tighter and brings him forward a little more.

there may have been alcohol involved tonight. there may have been flirting involved tonight. but one thing was for sure, his hands had found the place where her thighs met as he'd pushed her against the wall of Trent's home.

the music had been loud enough to drown out any noises she made to those who were not yet on the landing, but equally, this meant that any sound from those who were approaching could not be heard and she wasn't sure which of them were more turned on by this thought.

Dominik had pinned her body against the hard surface while his fingers had brushed over her clothed pussy and grinned as she'd tried in vain to buck her hips to him. "what do you want?" he asked, rubbing his nose against the tip of hers until she looked up at him. her eyes had looked a little unfocused before thanks to the alcohol hitting her blood stream but it was nothing compared to the way that her lust overrides her system.

she'd been ever so vocal downstairs as she'd sat next to him on his teammates' couch and whispered all the dirty things that she wanted him to do to her into his ear. he knew full well what she wanted, he was making a point to hear it again now she was incapacitated.

"no," Domi says as he lifts her face back to his when she tries to turn away and not look at him. "i want you to look at me when you tell me what you want and only when you're begging will i give you what you want."

but she didn't have time to beg, unsure how much more she could do considering her actions downstairs, because someone did in fact come upstairs, forcing the two of them to break apart.

but here, at hers, there's no-one to walk in on them. and this time, it was Dom who had been expressing his need for her on the way home. he'd told her how he'd been dying to taste her cunt for months. how he'd laid in bed fucking his fist while picturing it was her pussy and imagining the way that she'd sound when he was balls deep inside of her. every sentence he'd uttered while leaving wet, open mouthed kisses over the curve of her neck and nibbling at the space between her shoulder and her collarbone. by the time they'd reached their destination, her underwear was soaked and her core pulsing.

her fingers continue to wind, shortening his chain until his face inches closer to her naked pussy. he's kneeling before her as she sits on the edge of her bed, her foot carefully placed in the centre of his chest to stop him from lunging forward and burying his face between her thighs. "you said you wanted to taste me, so only when you're begging to taste me will i let you fuck me with your tongue."

"baby please." he wants to laugh at how she's turned the tables on him but he also admires her for it.

"please what Domi?" she asks, trailing a hand down her body until it dips between her thighs. her fingers trace over her damp, soft folds. his eyes have followed every cm of their movement and now he's unable to take his eyes from where he's staring. she spreads her lips apart and holds them there while her middle finger circles at her opening, scooping as much of her wetness up on it's tip before rubbing a similar pattern on her clit.

"please let me eat you out."

"not good enough. talk to me or the only taste you'll get is from my finger."

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judes-hoe · 1 month

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okay how abt u and dom going clubbing after his game against türkiye and things get heaty at the club 🤭🤭

AHHH ANOTHER DOMI REQUEST😵‍💫😵‍💫🤭😝

You and domi going out with the whole Hungary team after the win. Going to this club and having a good time. Domi and his teammates speaking Hungarian and you somewhat understand some of it cause domi has been teaching you. You ask domi to dance because you asked the DJ to play something kinda sexy and slow. As the song starts playing you kinda start grinding on him and kissing his neck, he throws his head back. You bring your hand down to his pants and rub over his growing bulge. “How bout we go home so I can finish giving you your celebratory gift” is what you told him and he’s immediately grabbing you hand and taking you to the car driving fast to the hotel your staying at. When you get to your room domi lets you do what you want to him. You take all your and his clothes off but he tells you to keep his jersey on. You smirk at him before straddling his lap and leaving kisses all over his neck. You put his cock in slowly and let yourself get used to it before you start rocking your hips faster. You waited until domi got caught in the pleasure before spelling you name with your hips and he lets out this moan that lets you know he’s close to coming. You ride him faster to chase your high and when you do you cum hard and feel his warm load shoot into you. You both lay there panting like dogs before he lifts you off him and goes to clean himself up then comes to clean you up. The next morning you wake him up with head🤭.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat😁

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football-and-fanfics · 7 months

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Sick - Trent Alexander-Arnold & Dominik Szoboszlai

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold, Dominik Szoboszlai Request: puhleaeaease write a sickfic with Dom and TAA?! 😍🤩 I love these two & their weird bromance thingy 😁 ur the best! Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of being sick

The sixth day of Liverpool's two week training camp in Austria was about to start. The team gathered in their hotel's restaurant for breakfast, but there was one very significant absentee.

"Wheres Trent?" Dominik was the first to notice the Scouser's unusual absence. Since he had been named vice-captain, Trent always was among the first to arrive for any team activity. But now he was nowhere to be seen, while even the most notorious latecomers were already present.

Andy, sitting at the same table as Dominik, looked around. "Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen him yet." "That’s not like him at all." Dominik shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. An uneasy feeling was creeping up on him somehow. He had absolutely no reason to, but there was a gut-feeling not to trust this situation.

As if their conversation had been overheard, Virgil suddenly appeared behind Andy, holding up his phone and looking equally worried. "Have any of you seen Trent today?" The Dutchman asked, sounding serious. "No one’s seen him yet, and he’s not answering his phone either." "That’s it." Dominik threw his napkin onto the table and resolutely got to his feet. "I’m checking his room. I’ve got a bad feeling about this."

With Virgil and Andy close behind him, Dominik hurried up to the floor of Trent’s room. "Trent!" Dominik pounded his fist on the door. "Trent, if you’re there, open up!" Dominik shared a concerned look with Andy and Virgil as he listened for sounds from inside the room. He was just about to slam his fist into the door some more, when he heard the weakest voice from inside.

"On my way… no need to kick the door down…"

The hotel room door finally opened up to a completely dark room. Trent stood in the door opening, clearly still in his nightwear, and looking absolutely miserable. "Are you okay?" Dominik immediately asked, although Trent swaying visibly on his feet should already answer his question. "Sick…" Trent’s voice sounded uncharacteristically lifeless and raspy.

Dominik was glad they had located Trent, but the state in which they found him was definitely cause for concern. "Can I come in?" Dominik asked. "Sure." Trent shrugged minutely, already turning around to go back to bed.

Before he stepped in, Dominik shared another look with Andy and Virgil. Given Trent’s current condition he didn’t think it wise for all three of them to go in. His two teammates understood wordlessly. "We’ll go inform the gaffer," Andy said, before he and Virgil left.

Dominik silently closed the door behind him. "Can I turn on a light?" "Yes." Came a muffled reply. Dominik switched on a small light. He found Trent lying on his front on the bed, looking very much out of it. "What’s wrong?" He sat himself down on the edge of the bed, looking down at his vice-captain’s sweat-covered shoulders. "Just… sick," Trent mumbled, "my head’s killing me, and I’m pretty sure I’m running a fever." Dominik shortly held the back of his hand to Trent’s neck, feeling the heat radiating off the skin. "You are most definitely running a fever."

Dominik strode over to the bathroom to run a wash cloth under the cold tap, which he then gently placed across Trent’s neck. Trent groaned a soft word of thanks in reply.

"I’m going to get you some aspirin," Dominik announced, "and maybe it’s best if I stay here today, too." The fact that Trent did not protest to that in any way, was all the confirmation Dominik needed to indeed watch over his friend all day.

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For most of the day, Dominik sat in the sitting area of the room, reading a book or watching something on his phone, while Trent slept. Occasionally Dominik would check up on his friend, but could only conclude that Trent was sound asleep.

Halfway through the afternoon came the first signs of life from Trent again. He groaned softly a few times, before slowly rolling himself onto his back. He still felt rather feverish, but at least his headache was a lot less. A slight movement to the left side of the room made him look, and he found Dominik sitting there.

"You really did stay." Trent’s voice sounded somewhat raspy from not being used for a while. Dominik startled slightly, but he quickly recollected himself. "Of course I did." Trent propped himself up on his elbows. "You didn’t have to do that." "You didn’t see yourself this morning." Dominik chuckled wryly. "No way we were going to leave you alone, mate." Trent frowned. "We?" "Yeah, the whole team’s been worried about you." Dominik answered, "but, more importantly, are you feeling any better?" "A little," Trent mumbled, "I’m not rid of it yet, though."

Dominik slowly rose to his feet, walking the few paces that separated him and Trent. "May I?" He asked. Trent nodded, even though he didn’t know what his teammate was asking permission for. Without any further advance notice, Dominik held the back of his hand against Trent’s neck, just like he had done that morning. "You feel less warm," Dominik concluded, "but still a bit feverish I imagine." "Yeah." Trent lay back again.

Dominik watched as Trent made himself comfortable again, ready to sleep off the rest of the flu or whatever this was. "Are you staying?" Trent mumbled. "Would you want me to?" Dominik asked. There was a short moment of silence before Trent answered. "If you don’t mind."

Dominik chuckled softly and sat back in the armchair he had occupied for most of the day so far. "Don’t worry, I’ll be staying right here."

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alltoolewis · 8 months

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Dominik Szoboszlai Imagines anyone???? cause I swear I am obessed with that MAN!

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jsprnt · 27 days

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gifting your boyfriend flowers because he deserves some

dominik szoboszlai x reader

A/N: based on this request! loved writing this 🫶

W/C: 1.543

your eyes dart from flower to flower. your senses are almost overwhelmed with all types of floral scents as you stand in your local florist shop. pondering over which flowers your boyfriend would love.

you fidget with the small booklet in your hand, flipping through the pages. the symbolism of all different types of flowers written in it.

you read the names and meanings, mentally remembering the options you think will fit together nicely. although, red roses are beautiful and romantic, you wanted to go with something more special. you wanted to put a little more effort in to convey your feelings perfectly.

you adjust your bag, it slung over your shoulders. you had just left work a couple minutes ago, immediately driving to the florist down the block.

you wanted to gift your boyfriend flowers. mostly, because he'd always given you flowers. whether it was a special occasion or not. he would do anything to see a smile forming on your beautiful face. it made him feel warm and fuzzy, his heart almost leaping out of his chest as you showed him how happy you were.

he'd just come back from international break. you were super bummed out about the fact that you couldn't go. so, you kept being a supportive partner and watched every one of his games. you were so proud. he scored in both matches, and you felt like he needed to be shown some love and appreciation for his hard work.

you had read the text messages he sent you earlier. he told you he had landed safely and arrived home already. which made you very eager to get home and back into his muscular arms.

after a good ten minutes of pondering and asking questions to the sweet lady who owns the shop. you finally land on a bouquet of tulips, wax flowers, and carnations. all symbolizing deep love, luck and fascination.

you watch the florist combine the flowers into a gorgeous bouquet. you thank her after paying, walking out of the shop satisfied.

your mind begins wondering to how your boyfriend is going to react to being the one receiving the flowers this time. you step into your car, placing the bouquet on the passenger's seat and begin driving.

you arrive home fairly fast and park your car quickly. you dig your hands into your pocket, grabbing your keys, and enter your home.

it's quiet when you step inside. there is no actual sign dominik is home, except the fact that his black puffer jacket was hung up on the coat hanger.

you can almost predict he's sitting on the couch, playing a game on the PlayStation. he loved playing cod, the game was very violent in nature, but it was his favorite way to cope with his stress and worries. especially, when you cuddled up next to him or on his lap.

when he was away for days, he craved pressing sweet kisses on your face. he adored wrapping an arm around you, loving the way your skin felt on his.

you take your jacket off, hanging it up, and place your bag on the kitchen island. you look around carefully, looking for dominik.

you hold the pretty bouquet behind your back, confused when you don't spot him in the living room. you decide to take your chances and walk upstairs.

you frown as you can't hear a single indication he's home, so you wander into your shared bedroom. you peek your head inside, stepping through the doorway.

you jump back suddenly when a pink bouquet of tulips is shoved into your surprised face. you gasp in disbelief, eyes widening.

you look up from the gorgeous flowers, making eye contact with your sweet boyfriend. a smile plastered on his face, his hair a damp, wavy mess.

"hi, szerelmem.." (my love)

he says, voice thick with emotion and love. he leans down, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone and pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips.

you reach up to clutch his white t-shirt, pulling him closer to yourself. his beard scratches against your skin, but that's the least of your worries. the feeling of kissing your boyfriend after so many days apart is the only thing on your mind.

his hand with the bouquet inches behind your back. the soft rustling of both bouquets when they touch peeks his interest. he hums against your lips for a moment, pulling away.

"what do you have behind your back?"

he asks, moving his head to take a look.

you tighten your grip on the flowers, smiling at the fact that you'd both thought of gifting each other flowers.

you slowly reveal the custom-made bouquet to him. a huge smile forming on his handsome face.

"What are these for, szívem?" (my heart)

you didn't know his smile could get any wider, but he proves you wrong when you watch him cheese and melt over how cute you are.

"I thought it would be romantic.."

you answer, grinning from ear to ear. both bouquets held up next to each other.

he chuckles, pulling you close again and planting a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. your eyes flutter at the gesture, and you scrunch your nose after.

"you're cute, so cute.."

he mumbles, watching you reach up. you run a hand through his damp hair, messy waves sitting on top of his head. indicating he just got out of the shower.

your favorite look on him, by far.

"Let's put them in vases?"

you suggest, making him nod. the both of you walking towards the kitchen to prep the flowers for the vases.

you both settle on the couch after a while, both bouquets sitting in their separate vase, on the coffee table for now.

dominik grabs you by your waist, guiding you to sit on his lap. you do, without hesitation, wrapping your arms around him.

"don't you want to tell me which flowers you got me, édesem?" (honey)

you nod eagerly, ready to describe the meaning of each flower. wanting to tell him how much effort you put into assembling the flowers.

"Okay, so the pink tulips- you already know that one. it means- deep love and affection.."

you begin rambling, unbeknownst to you. he doesn't stop you, though. his hands run up and down your thighs, listening intently to your voice, a sound he couldn't get enough of.

you don't notice the look he's giving you, too occupied with your story, but he's absolutely hypnotized by your beauty.

how your eyes move and dart away, how your lips curl up into a smile, how you raise your brows and use your hands when explaining something you’re passionate about.

"..and obviously, you always get me flowers- so I thought you deserved them too.."

you finish your story, taking a deep breath since you talked absurdly long and fast.

"I missed you.."

he suddenly whispers, the movement of his hands on your thighs stopping. instead he moves his hands to your back, pulling you flush against his body.

you hum in surprise, pressing your face against his chest. his musky body wash and aftershave is a very manly, but comforting scent to you.

"me too, I'm happy you’re back, baby.."

he hums, the rumble of his chest making you smile.

"you liked the flowers, right?"

he asks, already knowing your answer, but he loved hearing you verbally tell him how you felt.

"of course, I do.. but you stole my idea with the tulips.."

you joke, chuckling at his confused expression.

"I'm sorry. how can I be forgiven, lelkem?” (my soul)

he asks, smirk playing on his lips. his eyes are narrow when he looks at you. you raise your head, making eye contact with him from an intimate angle.

"cuddle?"

your request is simple, no beating around the bush. you had missed his touch, the feeling of safety he gave you, and especially his voice.

"alright, drágám.." (my precious..)

he says, lifting you up from your position on his lap. he holds you tightly as he walks you to your bedroom.

he playfully throws you onto the bed, walking away for a moment to collect the now full vases. placing each other’s gift on the respective nightstand.

you watch him intently, patting his side of the bed to call him over. he grins at you, lying down beside you, his hand sliding underneath your shirt.

"how was work?"

he asks as you play with his dark brown hair. his eyes roam on your face as if to remember every single inch of it.

“tiring, I’m hungry though..”

he rubs your back, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“how about we do a little date night?” he suggests, hand tracing the middle of your back.

“for what?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long. i want to take my szép édesem out..” (pretty sweetheart)

“Where to?”

you ask, your stomach growling at the thought of going out for delicious food.

“you’ll see, can you get ready in- an hour?”

you nod excitedly, pressing multiple kisses on his face before scrambling out of bed and into your closet. you hear a loud laugh behind you, your boyfriend watching your figure disappear as you get excited over your clothing options.

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libraryofloveletters · 4 months

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I Spy With My Little Eye

Dominik Szoboszlai x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dom is so cheesy but he also disappeared and you're like ??, a bit plot heavy, so many random tasks, reader thinks dom has lost his mind, major sweetness at the end.

Word Count: 970

Author's Note: dedicated to my fellow dom enthusiast @curiousthyme <3

This Christmas was different. Dom made you work for your gift rather than giving it to you; following the clues through the neighbourhood to your final gift.

There was some time before Christmas and Dominik suggested a trip to Germany, the place you two called home for quite a bit of time while he played with Leipzig. You still had your place there as you bounced back and forth between there and Liverpool for work so you two were staying there for a few days.

You felt the mattress dip, your boyfriend's warm hand on your forehead. His lips by your ear, "I've got some errands to run, sweetheart. I'll be back later." he whispers, kissing your head.

A mumble and you feel around, patting his cheek before rolling over and going back to sleep.

It wasn't until an hour later than you got up, finding Dom's side of the bed still empty. There was a note on the pillow, you assumed it was just him reiterating what he had told you before he left, knowing you'd be too sleepy to really listen to him.

You unfolded the page, reading the words he had scribbled down.

check your favourite hiding spot for a gift - xoxo D.

The sun peeked through the curtains, you forced yourself out of bed to go into the living room. The ottoman sat on the rug, you smiled to yourself. Dom never used the ottoman, in fact he hated the thing; it was ugly and clunky but you liked it for some reason so he left it. Plus he knew you used it as a hiding spot because he often forgot it was there.

Pushing the top open, there's a box wrapped up with ribbon and a note tucked under it. The note was opened first.

get ready and head to Julie's for the next note - xoxo D.

You had no idea what he was up to but you folded the page again, taking the lid off of the box to find a dress you had been telling him about for weeks. You haven't been able to find it in stores or online. You're not sure how he did it but you're sure he used his 'connections' as he called it to find it for you.

As the note said, you went through your morning routine and got ready, your coat wrapped around you and boots on as you headed out and into the snow.

The bell rings on the cafe door, the smell of baked goods welcomes you back home. "Y/n!" Julie beamed, you weren't expecting to see her in, especially not on a Saturday morning.

"Hey!" You smiled.

"Here you go," she passed you your usual coffee order and an envelope. You reach for your purse to pay her but she shakes her head, "Dom paid."

You smile, opening the envelope and reading the note.

meet me where we had our first kiss - xoxo D.

It takes you a moment to think back, it feels like a million years ago but then it hits you, the park.

You thank Julie for the coffee and you're off again, making your way through the snow, cursing Dom in your head for choosing a snowy day to do whatever it was that this was. It's a short walk to the park, specifically to the park rangers' office; yes you had your first kiss outside of their office. You were on a walk and it started pouring rain, Dom pulled you there to keep you out of the rain and kissed you for the first time there.

It was more romantic in the morning, but thinking about it now made you giggle.

You looked around for your boyfriend, hoping this would be the last of the walking as your legs were killing you.

Someone pats your shoulder, a park ranger. "Are you y/n?"

"Yeah," you nod, the man hands you yet another envelope. You're a bit annoyed, knowing you'd probably have to walk some more but you open it.

follow the ranger. no more walking, I promise - xo D.

It's as if he read your mind. "Lead the way," you tell the man, he nods and leads you over to one of their little cars.

You knew this path, it led to the gazebo at the edge of the park that overlooked the water. You get out of the car, thanking the man as you walk over to the gazebo. There are candles and flowers everywhere. As you make your way closer, you're expecting to see Dom but you don't.

A bit confused, you look around but then feel someone tap your shoulder; Dominik is on one knee behind you when you turn around.

"Dom.." You look at the man, your jaw hangs open slightly.

"Y/n," he smiles, "the last 5 years have been the best of my life, as cheesy as it sounds. You've been through the good and the bad, stuck to my side no matter what and I can't thank you enough for that. I hope you know how much you mean to me and will always mean to me so," he smiled at you again, opening the small box in his hand.

"Will you do me the honour and marry me?"

You're in shock, nodding but then you remember you actually have to answer him. "Yes!" You lean down, hands on his face as you kiss him. Dom stands, still kissing you for a moment before he pulls away, slipping the ring onto your finger.

Your boyfriend- fiancé, pulls you back into a hug, kissing you as he picks you up, giving you a good squeeze.

"I know you've always wanted a Christmas proposal but not on Christmas." He laughs, forehead pressed to yours.

You smile, tears in your eyes as your hand presses to his face. "It was perfect, perhaps less walking would have been better but still," you giggled, Dom kissed you once more, hugging you.

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formulalfc · 3 months

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dominik szoboszlai blurbs masterlist

playing with dom's hair

getting dom to admit he's jealous

dom doesn't like how close you are with some of the boys

dom isn't happy when someone lays their hands on you

dom being whipped for you

dom breaking you in 18+

threesomes with trent and dom 18+

domi always holds your hand during sex 18+

teasing domi under the table at dinner with your parents 18+

trent and domi hard launching your relationship

domi looking after you when you're drunk

domi helping you put your necklaces on

what domi posts of you on instagram

looking after domi when he's injured

domi begging to fuck you 18+

face sitting with trent and domi 18+

going shopping with domi

soft sex with domi 18+

you find domi with another girl at the club

dom comes home to you and your baby

domi doesn't like the way his dad speaks to you

domi dries your hair for you

your boyfriend loves spoiling you

you guys tease your fans with tik toks

domi makes your pregnancy cravings for you

telling your situationship domi that you're pregnant

your first date with domi

more soft sex with domi 18+

doing tik tok trends together

domi is extroverted and you're super introverted

meeting domi's family

you move in with domi

you ask domi to record a certain tik tok for you to watch

domi is super proud of how intelligent you are

trying to cope with long distances with domi

doing anal for the first time with domi 18+

domi is obsessed with your tits when you're pregnant 18+

cuddles with domi

going to a house party with domi's friends you don't know

your honeymoon with domi

babymoon with domi

lewis sees you with your new boyfriend domi

you call domi daddy when he's eating you out

your pregnancy with situationship domi

domi comforting you after your mum passes away

domi being submissive for you 18+

you love domi's new tattoo

domi is so excited to see u he can't help but finish a bit quicker than usual 18+

domi is obsessed with your boobs but since your baby has been born he doesn't get to touch them as often 18+

you show your close friend's story which of domi's fingers are your favourites

calling domi daddy for the first time 18+

you're the only one that can calm domi down when he's angry

domi isn't keen on you being around f1 drivers 18+

domi arguing with your son over who you love more

your friend with benefits domi is jealous of some guy 18+

domi is worried he hurt you during sex the night before 18+

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leviscolwill · 6 months

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dominik blurb — #1

“i think i might break up with you if you shave your beard.”

dominik's attention switched from the game he was playing on the tv to your face laying on his lap. he giggled at your words leaving his controller to pinch your cheek.

you dropped your book to your chest to stroke his stubbly jaw, “i'm not joking dom. you look so good.”

a frown appeared on his face “are you saying i don't look good usually?”

“obviously not it's j-”

“no no i get it, you just needed an excuse to get rid of me. but i'm never gonna leave, so you can keep trying.” you hit his chest with your book, careful not to lose the page you were reading. dominik's lips pressed light kisses on your neck, the feeling of his beard against your skin oddly comforting. his hand was stroking your thigh, when he brought his lips to whisper in your ear.

“what's in it for me hercegnő ?” (princess)

“my undying love and affection?” dominik's face showed fake disappoinment.

“i don't think that's gonna work then...” he got up suddenly and let your head fall on the sofa before rushing to the bathroom.

it took you a second to put two and two together and you found yourself in front of the closed bathroom door.

you hoped your screams and agressive knocks would dissuade him,

“dom if you shave i will make you regret it for the rest of your life.”

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rubendiasthoughts · 4 months

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Imagine you’re partying with him after a victory or something and everybody’s drunk and you two are still going because you are used to stronger alcohol. Or like you’re in Hungary with him and you’re doing shots and he brings out the Palinka or how that is called in English because I think the Hungarians also have it

That would so happen lol

But he would also be so messy when he's drunk too 🫣 his hands would be all over you and maybe he would even press you against the wall and make out with you, one of his hands resting on the wall next to your head and the other on your waist while his tounge is literally down your throat and he does not care that people are watching you 🤭

I bet he would be the type to make you sit in his lap too 🫠 and he would be caressing your thigh, while he's talking to his friends and then whispering stuff into your ear from time to time 🫠

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐩*𝐫𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐝𝐜 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

( 🤤🤤🤤 )

" You want me to be your WHAT! "

Admittedly, a wave of concern washed over her upon seeing his text message, specifically when he capitalized the word EMERGENCY – she half expected that he was injured in training and needed someone to look after him, yet his request does not classify as an emergency, not even in the slightest.

" Baba " He whines, sounding less like a full grown adult and more like a child who’d been told he wasn’t allowed to touch the cookie jar, his lips pucker in a pout. " Please, please "

" You know I suck at lying Dominik, how the hell are we supposed to convince your parents that we are happily dating? " She sighs, resting her head on the armcase of the couch.

" Well I mean half of my teammates think we are dating " Dominik shrugs.

She gives him a deadpan look before retorting, " You didn’t correct them cause you were jealous of Trent flirting with me "

His jaw ticks, while he was very much fond of his English teammate, what he wasn’t quite fond of was the way Trent liked to flirt with her, " I wasn’t jealous " he says through gritted teeth.

She smirks and pats his arm, " sure you weren’t "

He grows silent for a mere moment before looking at her, " Baba, please " he said with a small voice. " If you do this, I promise the minute we return to Liverpool, I will do anything you want "

Her brow raised at his suggestion, there mere word offering a variety of ways, " Anything? "

He nods with a sweet smile, " It’s only for three weeks, just to get my mother off my back about dating, three weeks and then we are back to normal "

She grows silent, contemplating the ways in which their friendship could possibly shift entirely should she accept the offer, " Will this affect … you know, our friendship? "

In that moment, he wanted, no he ached to tell her that their friendship was long gone, that his heart fluttered each time she paid him a visit, or he sees her in the stands cheering him on while she wore his jersey, he ached to tell her that from the minute she waltzed ( or better yet crashed given their first encounter ) into his life, his views on love had changed, he started to see a future with her in it.

" No " He blurts out, silently praying that his cheeks weren’t flaming from his thoughts. " It won’t, I mean, it’s just a tiny white lie, what could possibly go wrong? "

A lot, a lot could go wrong and it did.

It had been a week since their arrival to his home country, his parents Zsanett and Zsolt had insisted on her staying with them despite her insistence that she can stay at a hotel, the pair were nothing short of kind although his father was more stern which made sense as Dominik had taken after him when it came to football, his mother cooed over them, citing that she and Dominik reminded her of so much of herself and his father.

That evening, while Dominik was out with his father - she was keeping his mother company in the kitchen, a wave of comfortable silence around them for a mere moment before Zsanett decided to pipe up, " You know you’re a lot more beautiful than the pictures Domi shows me "

She lifts her head up from where she was standing, a surprised expression adorning her features, " Pictures? " she echoed.

" Kedves " Zsanett smiles softly, " You're all Domi talks about every time he comes home for the international break "

To say she was surprised would be an understatement, her friendship with Dominik was completely unexpected, some of the players from Liverpool’s football club were paying the children a visit and amongst the players was Dominik, who had been nothing but sweet towards all the children there, one thing lead to another with a beautiful friendship, with an embarrassed chuckle, she responds. " I had no idea "

" Dominik had always been shy when it comes to his feelings " Zsanett begins, a soft smile across her lips. " He could say one thing and it would mean another thing "

Her cheeks redden at the fact that Dominik was speaking about her to his mother, " He never mentioned it "

" He most likely didn't want to freak you out, I know my son, when he loves someone, he tends to become shy, rarely as outspoken as you’d normally see him with his friends " She smiles, " And the way he looks at you, he’s crazy about you Kedves "

The conversation lingered in the back of her mind throughout dinner, she remained silent for the most part as Dominik and his father were the ones doing the most talking, and it wasn't until the pair retrieved to his old bedroom to get ready for sleep, that he decided to ask her, " Baba, what's wrong? "

She had stepped out of the shower, and was combing her hair in front of the mirror, she looks at him through the reflection, " What do you mean? "

He slips on his t-shirt before crawling under the covers, then he looks at her. " You were quiet during dinner " he states.

" I didn’t want to interrupt " She shrugs, with a smile. " You were eagerly talking with your father "

" So? my parents adore you " He shrugs, smiling at her. " Even my father likes you, he said you’re a positive impact on me "

She giggles, playfully swatting his arm before responding. " Who else is going to make sure you eat properly? I swear you’re more childish than the children I look after "

He laughs softly, turning to lay on his side and look at her. " I really appreciate you kislány " he whispers.

" Right back at you " She beams then she turned around, " Goodnight Domi "

He inhales then exhales a deep breath before muttering, " Goodnight "

The following morning, Dominik suggested they’d have breakfast outside at a local spot he used to frequent as a teen, the moment he stepped in with her – an elderly woman by the name of Zsofia, appeared from the back and smiled warmly at the pair, " Dominik, how are you son? "

He smiled at her, " I’m good, how are you? Ő az a lány, akiről pár hónapja meséltem neked "

The woman turns to her, " It’s so nice to finally meet you, I have heard so much about you "

She tilts her head to look at Dominik who shrugs with a sheepish expression, " She caught me texting you once so I had no choice but to tell her "

" He looked like a school boy, smiling at his phone because his crush texted him " Zsofia giggled, " You had that boy looking like a tomato "

Dominik avoided her gaze when she looked at him again, before giggling. " Interesting? "

Zsofia leads the pair to a table before she said, " I’m going to get you guys something to eat, on the house "

" Oh you don’t have to " She interjects.

" Nonsense, it’s about time he brought someone home, lord knows we’ve been waiting for this day " Zsofia teased Dominik who covered his face, chuckling in response.

He turns to her, cheeks flaming with a nervous expression itched across his face, "To be fair, I … I was so, well I am proud of you " he chuckles, " So I kind of bragged that I know this wonderful, kind and talented doctor that is saving lives day in and day out "

The praise elicited a giggle from her, along with a fluttering inside of her heart, it was then that she remembered his mother’s words, " I don’t mind that you did, it’s just I was very surprised to hear that I meant so much to you "

He smiles earnestly, reaching over to squeeze her hand. " Baba, you’ve literally saved me from losing my mind, and you’re always pushing me to work harder, without you I wouldn’t have made it through the first year in Liverpool "

His eyes shone with adoration, and for a moment she truly believed those words, that perhaps there could be a chance for the two of them - however just as the hope blossomed, fear had taken over, Dominik was the popular heartthrob footballer that could get any woman he wants, why on earth would he be interested in settling down with a doctor. " Always got your back Domi, we’re friends after all "

He forces a smile, " Yeah, friends "

As the week passes by, his mother's as well as Zsofia's words were truly sinking in - she'd begun to notice Dominik's antics, such as kissing her on the cheek whenever they weren't around anyone, taking any and all chances to hold her in his arms, and then some, it was an internal battle inside of her mind, she wanted to believe that it was true, the doubt lurked in the back of her mind.

Dominik was the handsome football player, beloved by many both in and out of Hungary, he's the kind of man that the media expects to be seen with gorgeous well put women, and she ... she was quite the opposite of well put, she lives each day in all it's entirety, her job demands an unprecedented amount of strength that it often times leaves her feeling like a complete zombie.

How can she be the ideal girlfriend to a football player? and yet each time Dominik looks at her, a flutter nestles inside of her heart - he was gentle, doting and caring, everything she could hope for in a man.

The only issue was her mind, the small voice continued to nag, claiming that she was not worthy of love, unbeknownst to her, she was loved, loved deeply by him.

On one night, she lies down next to him, the pair staring up at the ceiling together as neither one were able to sleep - " Baba " he whispers, turning to lay on his side and face her, she soon follows and hums in response. " What is it? " she whispers.

" I just ... " He began, pausing to collect his thoughts. " I want to tell you something "

" Ok " She murmurs, reaching over to squeeze his hand gently.

He smiles softly, " I've been meaning to tell you this for the longest time, for a really really long time " he adds on with a nervous chuckle.

Her heart flutters, recalling what his mother said. " Ok, tell me "

" Baba " He begins with a soft tone, inhaling then exhaling softly, " I .. I like you "

" Huh? " Her eyes widened, " Yeah? "

" I like you baba, a lot " He said, tentatively reaching over to caress the apple of her cheek with his thumb. " I ... " he said with a soft laugh, " I love you "

" Yeah? " She whispers.

" Yeah " He nods with a smile, his thumb trailing over her lips. " I love you more than I can possibly put into words, ever since I saw you doting and comforting the little girl in the cancer ward, the way you patiently sat and listened to her talk, Trent had to nudge me to leave with them cause I was just so in awe of you "

She whispers, " Why didn't you tell me? "

" I was scared, I'm only a football player baba, just kicking a ball for a living " He laughs then adds on, " You are " he huffs out a soft breath, " You're perfect, a real life hero, saving the kids day in and day out "

" I'm hardly a hero " She murmurs, looking down.

He hooks a finger under a chin, causing her to look up. " You are in my eyes "

Suddenly, he leans in - and she notes how his eyes trails down to her lips, then back up to her eyes, his breaths labored. " Baba " he whispers.

Instead of responding, she closes the distance between them, pressing her lips onto his - surprising both her and him, he sighs against her lips inciting a muffled whimper from her, " I love you " he murmurs, " I love you so much "

The only sound that escapes from her lips was a whine, he pushes her further onto the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other rests on her neck, his lips soon parts hers, trailing down to her neck, kissing and nibbling the neck inciting soft moans out of her lips. " Dominik " she sighs.

" I know baba " He murmurs, easing her out of her shirt - he then attached his lips around one of her nipples, while he toyed with the other.

Her fingers thread through his hair, whimpering, moaning and withering as his ministrations spurred a euphoric wave enveloping her body, " Dominik " she moans.

He presses open mouthed kisses across her abdomen, lowering himself to be at face level with her clothed pussy, his eyes dart up to meet hers. " You're wet baba " he whispers, pressing his thumb over the wet patch inciting a whine from her, he pushes her panties down before throwing them away, " Fuck " he groans, trailing a single digit up and down. " I can't take it anymore " he breathes before latching his lips entirely over her pussy then pushing tongue inside of her pussy.

" Oh my god " She gasps, her back arches off the bed. " Fuck " her fingers thread in his hair, tugging on the end. " Just like that, Domi .. just like that "

He buries his face further, thrusting his tongue in and out of her slick walls, his nose nuzzling her clit which had the knot in her lower abdomen explode, he groans, the vibrations sending shockwaves inside of her body, " Fuck, fuck ... just like that, just like that "

He pulls back, his chin glistening just as he crawled up to meet her dazed eyes. " You taste so perfect baba " he murmurs, pressing soft kisses on her jaw. " So perfect "

" Domi " She sighs softly, " Please "

His thumb rubs her clit again, " What is it baba? tell me? " he whispers.

" Fuck me " She whined, wrapping her arms around her shoulder.

He smiled and kissed her, " Say no more "

He undressed himself entirely, hooking her legs around his torso whilst he slowly eased himself into her until he was fully in, inciting a soft gasp from the two of them, " You're taking my cock so well baba, such a good girl " he sighs, burying his face in her neck, peppering soft kisses across every inch of her skin.

" Dominik " She moans, grinding against him to ease the friction.

" I know baba, I know " He grunts, pecking her cheek repeatedly. " I can feel it, you're squeezing me - FUCK " he groans, " Oh fuck, you're such a good girl " he cooed in her ear.

" Dominik, I'm going to cum " She sighs, arching her back off the bed.

" Yeah, you're going to cum baba " He cooed, his thumb rubbing her clit. " Cum for me baba "

With a few thrusts, the pair chase their high together before he collapsed next to her, once they were able to catch their breaths, she turns to him and says, " Does that mean our friendship is ruined? "

He chuckles, " It was ruined a long time ago baba "

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Like A Lamb To Slaughter

player: Dominik Szoboszlai words: 1089 warnings: male competitiveness, swearing, threat of public sex, omegaverse concept (mentions of being in heat, mating, knotting).

A/N: I had previously noted that this would be an A/B/O fic but having looked into this (as everyone's version of this universe is different with only the traits of the alpha/beta/omega being the same), I found out that using that terminology could be also used as a slur. So I will no longer be referring to it as the above and now refer to this as omegaverse instead. Apologies to anyone who may have been offended by this usage, I'm hoping context is key in the way it was used.

Dom is everywhere you look, no matter where you are in the room.

You know why he’s following you like a predator stalking its prey, and in many ways, this is exactly what he’s doing and it was a matter of time before you fell victim to him. It feels as though every time you look up or glance around, he’s there, eyes fully fixated on you, burning into you with as much heat as what is pooling in your belly.

Coming here tonight was a mistake and you know it but you needed to get out because staring at the same four walls of your home was making you feel stir crazy. Getting dressed up and looking as good as you felt as the night went on gave you a mood booster but this changed when you stepped into the room. You’d had sneaking suspicions of certain men because of their attitudes, some could only be matched with Alphas. But watching their eyes rake over you as you passed by, seeing that change in them both terrified and aroused you - something which you knew would be oozing off you in thick scent waves.

You stand with someone from the physio department, and you’re trying to immerse yourself in the conversation but your senses are heightened by everything tonight. You thought you were over your rut. You’d managed to call in sick because of it, thankful that this is now a protected status within the workplace, which is more than could be said for another trait which is beyond a female’s control. Going into heat is an experience like no other. Having a period or simply being aroused is nothing compared to this and while most of the fellow Omegas in the offices are on blockers, you haven’t been so lucky this time thanks to being unable to obtain your prescription and having only worked at Liverpool FC for the past three months, this wasn’t a great start.

“Haven’t seen you for a while,” comes Joe’s voice in your ear. It’s a welcome relief from thinking about where Domi is but in a way, it’s only made it worse because you know he has the nose of a bloodhound.

“Oh, so you’ve been looking for me?” You ask, mouthing an apology to Chelsea before turning to look at the Liverpool defender. Joe was beautiful. His body was incredible, his flirting skills were off the charts and had your secret not been in place, you would have happily considered Joe.

“Can you blame me?” he reeks of Alpha so this little conversation isn’t surprising. He’s one of many who have stepped up to the plate and it’s a matter of time before he ends up walking away with his tail between his legs like the others.

“She might not, but I can.” Joe’s frame tenses up as the sound of his Hungarian teammate's voice reaches your ears.

“I was just -” Joe begins to explain himself but if you can smell the difference on Dominik, then Joe should be able. It’s a warning.

“You were just leaving.”

“Actually, I wasn’t.” Joe digs his heels in and straightens up. You hated this about Alphas, hated the need to prove themselves for a potential mate. Though there’s not much of a difference between them, Joe gets bragging points for being that much bigger. And as of recently, you knew just how much bigger Joe was in comparison.

“You don’t want to play this game Gomez,” Dominik clenches his jaw, the muscle in his jaw popping and even though you didn’t want to be in the middle of this pissing contest - though you wouldn’t have minded being between the two of them under very different circumstances - you couldn’t deny your arousal to watching the way your mate begins to put Joe in his place. “You won’t win. I do not lose.”

You know they can smell it before you feel the wetness pools at your slit and Dom’s eyes snapping to yours, finally breaking contact with the Englishman, confirms your suspicions.

“I will fucking claim her again, right here if I have to.” He growls, and again, your pussy clenches at the thought of him laying you out in front of everyone, making them all watch as he claims you in ways that only your mate can. Your heat may have passed, but the aftermath of it lingers. You’re still fertile and you’d get on your knees and beg to feel his knot if it meant abandoning this that’s going on now. “I will make you watch as I fuck her, just to make a point.”

Your arousal is only increasing, your underwear sticks to you now as you move from foot to foot, mostly to feel the way your thighs rub together at the top and in turn, rub against your clit to give some form of friction. Images continue to flood your mind because you know that Dom will do as he’s threatened. He’s not against public sex - you learnt that the hard way when Marco came sniffing. And while he never made Marco watch, you’re certain he could hear every lewd sound of his cock thrusting into your sopping wet cunt, every moan that escaped your lips and every plea to feel him cum within you.

You wonder in this moment how he would react to knowing that you would only be more turned on watching the reactions of every man who couldn’t take his eyes from you. You could imagine the way Trent would no doubt struggle to not palm his cock through his trousers at the sound of your moans. You wonder if Virgil would be able to control himself as he hardens or if he’d losing himself in his thoughts about taking at least one of your holes. Dom, when in this mood, would ensure that he marks you to make sure that no one, not his own team, not any other player who comes into contact with you, would consider this again.

The one thing you’re confident in, is the knowledge that he loves this tame game of cat and mouse. He loves watching you think you can get away with leaving your scent in places where others can come looking. When Dom fucks you in the way that makes you forget everything, makes you feel as though you would positively die if he wasn’t close to you like that again.

You may not be doing it yourself, but you’re certainly leading the lamb to the slaughter.

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Teach me ~ DS8

Parrings ~ Dominik Szoboszlai x reader

Summary ~ you ask Dominik to teach you Hungarian.

Warnings ~ google translated Hungarian other than that just fluffy and soft domi

A/N ~ literally just domi being a softy and absolutely adoring how you wanna learn his language🥺🥺🥺

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Dominik was currently off for a couple weeks due to injury, also because Liverpool doesn’t have a game for 2 weeks. You’d been spending time together whether it was cuddling, binge watching movies and shows. But you had decided that you wanted Dominik to teach you Hungarian, why, because you think it’d be cool, and nice because his parents don’t know much English.

You walk into your shared room, he was in the phone. “igen, anya pihenek, oké, én is szeretlek(yes, mom i'm resting, okay, love you too)” he spoke in a soft tone before hanging up. You loved hearing him speak in his native language, he sounded so sweet when speaking it. You smile as you walk over to your side of the bed, you sit on the bed crisscrossed, facing Dominik.

“Hi baby, what do you need” he asked softly, pulling you into his lap. He was sitting up against the headboard, now you in his lap your were face to face. “I have a question” you asked in a low voice, head looking in your lap. “What is it baby, you can tell me” he says grabbing your hands. “Will you teach me Hungarian” you asked looking at him shyly. “Yeah sure, but why” he asked with a confused look. “Well to spend quality time, and because I know that your parents can’t speak good English, actually forget I asked” you said going to get off his lap.

He grabbed your hips keeping you in place. “No, no baby, I think that super sweet you wanna learn Hungarian. I’ll teach you princess” he said pressing kisses all over your face. You giggle, hiding your face away in his neck. “What do you wanna learn” he asked taking your head out his neck. “Teach me everything, but start with little stuff and we’ll work to bigger stuff” you said with a smile.

He smiled at your excitement. “Okay repeat after me… Sze…ret..lek” he said slowly. He watched you mumble it a couple times. “Szeretlek(I love you)” you said confidently. “Good job baby” he said giving you a small peck. “What does it mean” you asked. “Means I love you” he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes knowing he’d teach you that first.

“Okay next one, örv…end..ek” he said slowly and repeated it a couple times. “örvendek(nice to meet you)” you said, he nodded. “Means nice to meet you” he said with a smile.

That’s how the next 2 hours were like, him teaching your small phrases to say. “Once I teach you more, I want you to try and have a full conversation with me, helps keep it in the brain to remember” he said. “Okay, but it’s late can we go to bed now” you asked. “Of course darling, I’m so happy you wanna learn Hungarian” he said turning to his side so he could cuddle you after you got off his lap. You both sit there in silence, before you drift off you say, “Szeretlek”. You then fed him smile against your neck.

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