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New Mate | Dominik Szoboszlai

Pairing: Dominik Szoboszlai x Female Reader

Summary: In which Dominik joins the reader's friend group and the two spark up a connection even though the reader doesn't want to acknowledge it.

Word Count: 7.7k

Warnings: brief drunk Dom, halloween party, kiss, corn field

Note: I just love friend groups and this fic goes through them doing friendship fc stuff but mainly fluff with Dom and reader. Sorry, it is fairly PG. It's a bit long because this will probably be the only fic I write within the next few weeks/months. I also really really love Halloween.

“This is Dominik,” Trent introduces Dominik to the group. Trent, dressed in his dark red training outfit stands next to Dominik, who’s brown, disheveled hair drips from the raindrops despite having an umbrella sticking out of his backpack.

Jude smirks, holding out his hand for Dominik to shake. Dominik makes a show of wiping his hand across his grey sweats before greeting Jude.

“He’s the one who’s suspended from training for a week,” Trent says.

Jude’s jaw drops, “Mate! You didn’t have to tell him that.”

“Well he heard all about this ‘Jude’ person today in training and was confused on why you weren’t there.”

Dominik chuckles at the guys, before turning towards you, Reina, and Marie. His eyes dance around the three of you and then settle with a shy smile as he holds eye contact with you.

“Y/N, Reina, and Marie, in that order,” Trent says.

The three of you shake hands with him and then he sits down in the empty seat next to you, a bashful smile on his face as he listens to Trent and Jude bicker.

You turn towards Reina, who eyes him suspiciously, and say, “I bet he doesn’t last four weeks.”

Reina smirks, “How much?”

“A twenty.”

“Ohh, that confident?,” she joked.

“C’mon, when has someone new ever lasted that long with us? They always end up leaving.”

It was true, the group was formed when you all were nearly ten years old. You had known Trent after beating him in a race at school. You had met Reina the same year, finding out that you were neighbors shortly afterward. As for Jude and Marie, you met them while playing pick-up footy a year later. Five was already a crowd, let alone adding another, but individually you all were close. There would be days where you would only hang out with Jude, or Trent, or Marie alone or some combination of whoever could make it. You all studied together as well, took some classes together, and as of recently, moved in together.

Moving in together was something different. You had already lived with the girls but allowing Trent and Jude to move in was them metaphorically signing a lengthy pact that they would be good roommates—and because they begged on their knees for a week.

Reina leans in closer to you, “I’ll take the bet. Something about him tells me he’s here to stay. I don’t think Trent would have told us to be extra nice to him and introduce us to him so fast if not.”

You nod in agreement, the situations were different this time.

You glance down at your phone for the time, “Oof, I’ll see you guys later, I have to head to class.”

“You have class right now?” Dominik inquires, glancing up at you as you stand.

Nodding, you put on your rain jacket, “Yeah, it starts in about twenty minutes or so.”

“Oh I have class too, here let’s just walk together,” Dominik suggests and stands up.

Reina lets out a snort while Marie waves at the two of you. Jude and Trent bid their goodbyes as you wait for Dominik to sling his backpack over his shoulder. Walking out of the library and through the elevators is quiet, but comfortable nonetheless.

“I still don’t know my way around campus if I’m being honest,” Dominik chuckles.

“Do you know the name building? Maybe I can help,” you offer, deciding to listen to Reina’s pestering voice in your head.

“If you could just point me in the general direction,” he says nervously. “It’s called ‘Glass Hall.’”

“Oh that’s where I’m going.”

Perfect.

“Really?” Dominik excites. He places his hand on his chest and lets out an exhale, “That makes me feel a lot better actually.”

As the two of you near the library doors, he holds them open and then slips his umbrella out and opens it up. He tucks it between the two of you so you stay fairly close to him even though you have a rain jacket with a hoodie on. He’s already gone through the trouble.

“Didn’t think you knew how to work your umbrella after seeing you come in wet.”

He laughs loudly in your ear, “I was in a rush meeting Trent and thought I’d be okay just running a little bit, but no.”

You laugh with him, bumping into his shoulder every so often but neither of you make the motion to step aside. As you make your way around campus to Glass Hall, Dominik looks around, his head seemingly constant on a swivel as he takes in his new surroundings.

His eyes catch yours, a shy smile riddling his face, “I’m trying to remember. The boys only showed me the way to the fields and the main part of campus behind us.”

“You’ll get it down quickly, don’t worry. It’s like one of those things that once you know, you don’t have to think about it ever again.”

He nods, “Fast learner, hmm.”

Once you reach Glass Hall, Dominik folds his umbrella and shakes it. His eyes scrunch up at the building, “Thought there’d be more glass.”

You stifle a laugh, “No, definitely not. ‘Glass’ just happened to be their last name.”

He shakes his head with a smile, holding the door for you again, “Thank you for helping me get here.”

“Of course, I have to go use the restroom now, but the room numbers are pretty easy to find. Just follow the signs, we’re on the second floor right now.”

He nods, “Got it.”

Somehow, someway, you don’t expect Dominik to find the classroom after you. You took your time in the restroom, knowing you had some minutes to spare, so once you scouted the room and didn’t see Dominik—not that you were expecting him to be in the class—you thought you were fine. However, the moment you glance up at the double doors, he makes eye contact with you and you feel your cheeks raise in heat. He eyes the empty seat next you and immediately makes his way to it.

A childish chuckle erupts from him as he plops down, “I walked in circles.”

You fight off any annoyance you had towards him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to get to know him, it was more so that you had yet to know him at all. You knew exactly how Jude or Trent were in the classroom, knew that you couldn’t sit next to Reina or else you would talk to her throughout the lecture, but there was nothing for Dominik.

You furrow your brows, “Did you get lost?”

“No, it just was too early to come in, the class from before was still in here.”

You nod, “Maybe I should’ve asked what room number you were in.”

He laughs, “It’s okay. It would’ve been a surprise either way.”

Somehow, class goes smoothly without much interruption. Dominik pays attention to the lecture, jots down his notes in a journal and steals any glance towards you that he can get.

“Do you want to grab coffee?” he asks on his way out of the class.

“No it’s okay, I think I’m going to head back to the house, I’m not sure yet.”

He nods, “Ah, well it was nice meeting you.”

“You too, Dominik.”

----

Four weeks later, he was still sending you bashful smiles and trying to get you to crack. You engaged in conversation and his jokes, but he sensed that you still had some kind of wall up. Your responses were never too personal or sometimes downright vague. He would still ask if you wanted to grab coffee or lunch before meeting up with the group after class but you respectfully declined each time. On the other hand, Dominik cringed at the amount of times you had rejected him in the past weeks. Especially when you showed up to the library with coffee in your hand alongside Trent just after saying you needed to save money.

The class you shared with Dominik met for two days out of the week and each day the two of you would walk together to the library or you would split off somewhere else. The group would already be there in the study room, their classes either finished or were going to start in the next hour.

But it being the fourth week of class also meant that the group was due for doing something fun to take off the stress of studying and being in the house together. It was Dominik’s first time out with the group where you all were finally going somewhere other than a restaurant.

Now, squished beside Dominik in the backseat of Reina’s car, you had to let whatever metaphorical wall you had down because half of your ass was planted against his thigh.

“Oh fuck off!” Jude curses loudly, swiping his arm towards Marie who sat in the passenger.

“Hit me one more time, Jude,” Marie turns around and threatens. You can feel Dominik’s thigh tense underneath you at her outburst. The two of them argued before but Marie was never this upset.

“What?” Jude taunted, “what are you going to do?”

Marie reaches over and grabs a piece of Jude’s skin, twisting it within her pinch. Jude squirms onto Trent, Trent then pushing him onto your side that you fall more onto Dominik. Your head bumps against his, while your hand reaches for his other thigh so that you don’t slam into the door.

“Alright, both of you, chill the fuck out,” you tap Marie’s hand off of Jude’s calf while he groans. He folds his arms across his chest. His elbow stabs into your side that you have to lean more onto Dominik, who’s been quiet the entire time.

“This is why we don’t go bowling,” Reina mutters.

“I’m taller than all of you yet I’m in the back,” Jude huffs.

“Shut the fuck up, Jude,” you and Marie say in unison. He rolls his eyes, grumbling underneath his breath.

Once you all arrive at the bowling alley, you trickle out of the car, taking Dominik’s hand as he holds it out for you.

“Thank you,” you say warmly and he nods, closing the door behind you. Marie comes around from the passenger seat and gives Jude a side-hug, Jude’s annoyance doesn’t waver and you chuckle.

“Is he going to be upset the entire time?” Dominik whispers.

You shake your head, “I promise by the time we walk through those doors he’ll be smiling.”

Dominik raises his eyebrows, amused with your confidence, “Yeah?”

You hold out your pinky, “They’re fine.”

He takes it, promising the meaningless bet. His face squirms from the sunlight beaming down onto him, “Good, Marie is terrifying.”

Upon entrance, Dominik holds the door for everyone and like clockwork, Jude and Trent laugh loudly at something Marie says. You give Dominik a wink, him smiling brightly from the back of the group.

The six of you divide into two groups, you teaming up with the girls while the boys team up. Throughout the night, Dominik seems to always be at arm's length near you, always standing or sitting beside you between turns.

Of course he played as if there was real money on the line, easily getting strikes and spares. Even when Marie tried to distract him on the line, he got the spare like it was nothing. Trent was the one who usually was good at bowling amongst the group, but he was a solid ten points behind Dominik now.

That also meant that the girls were losing terribly.

“He’s too good,” Trent shakes his head as Dominik hits another strike. The ball curled right into the center pin at the last second, knocking them all down immediately.

You blew out a raspberry, impressed, looking back at Trent, “How does it feel to get knocked down from the one thing you're good at?”

He laughs, “Shush.”

Dominik comes back and sits down in the seat next to you, letting out a small sigh. Trent’s facial expression is still wide with shock. Jude, up next, immediately sends the ball into the gutter, cursing loudly.

You snort, “That kid.”

“How has he only hit 15 pins this entire game?” Dominik laughs.

“Look look,” Trent leans over and points at Jude getting ready to take his second chance. He rolls the ball and it seems promising, until it takes a roll to the right and goes down the gutter—again.

The three of you burst into laughter, Jude’s huffing and puffing only exacerbating the laughs. You don’t realize your hand had wrapped around Dominik’s bicep to support your laugh until you let go. He doesn’t seem to be phased by it at all though.

“I’m done, I’m done,” Jude complains, sitting down. Reina gets up for her turn, ignoring Jude’s antics.

“Jude do you want to pick the restaurant then?” you suggest. Jude looks up at you from across the table and nods, taking out his phone and searching for places nearby. You almost felt bad that Jude was a sore loser, but he was good at other things and loved to boast about them, so emphasis on the almost.

With the girls losing by nearly 100 points as the final score, you shake hands with the boys, giving Jude a sympathetic hug.

“You are such a loser,” you whisper.

“We beat you though.”

“You got the least of points.”

“It’s a team sport, I just let the lads down.”

“God you are so dramatic,” you laugh and he breaks out of character, laughing with you. Midlaugh, you catch Dominik’s eye on the both of you, a faint smile on his lips as he stares.

“Good game, Jude.”

“You too.”

Jude ends up sitting in the passenger seat on the way to the restaurant because he ‘has to give Reina the instructions’ to the restaurant. Marie is on one side of you while you are still squished against Dominik. His arm is spread out around the seats. Trent is pressed against the window so you couldn’t complain much.

Jude characteristically picks a crowded restaurant that has a short wait time but you slither between the line to go use the restroom. The girls don’t come along, insisting you were good to go alone, but quickly realize you’d regret it fast.

“Hey,” the guy waiting next to the men’s restroom says. He’s a lot older, jet black hair with wide blue eyes. His rustic brown leather jacket reeks of sweat and grass.

“Hi.”

“How’s it going?”

“Um, good.”

“You’re really beautiful, you know?”

You purse your lips, “Thanks.” Whoever was inside the single girl’s restroom needed to hurry up.

“What’s your name?”

You give him a fake name, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. There’s a moment of silence before the men’s door opens, instead of him going inside, he stays still. Even though there’s music and the clatter of a busy restaurant in the background, it’s lethally quiet in the hallway. The second the man grabs his phone, a thumping feeling evades your stomach. You swallow hard, hands beginning to pool with sweat as you imagine trying to defend yourself.

“Oh, hey!” There’s a chirpy voice coming towards you, Dominik. You can’t help but to gulp as you look up at him, although his smile doesn’t waver. He wraps his hands around your head, pulling you into his chest, “I’ve missed you, babe.” He says it loudly for the guy to hear and you don’t hesitate wrapping your arms around him, realizing what he was doing.

The women’s restroom door opens and she walks out, the guy still not moving. After a couple of seconds, the guy finally leaves and Dominik pulls away.

“Are you okay?” His hands are reluctant to let go, scanning your face it seems for every and any expression.

“How did you know?”

“I was watching you.” He says it as if it was a casual fact, as if it wasn’t a big deal. You were used to the boys being protective but this felt different, none of them had noticed this time except Dominik. “Do you still need to use the restroom?”

“Yeah,” you let go of him and he nods.

“I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you, Dom.”

He nods, “No problem, édesem.”

Your cheeks burn as you close the restroom door, certainly not understanding his last word or even recognizing its spelling so you can’t search it up. You’d have to ask him later on what it meant, but for now you were going to ignore the creepy guy and enjoy your time with the group.

The rest of the dining goes without a problem for you and the group, you sitting next to Trent while Dominik sits across from you. The table is so small that you can feel Dominik’s knees bump into you from time to time but you pay no attention to it. He would send you small smiles throughout dinner, asking you what you were gonna get, and engage in conversation.

He was kind, much different than any other guy you had been introduced to by the boys or met in class. After the small debacle with the guy by the restroom, you realized just how far Dominik was willing to go to care for the group—or how far he had already gone. At one point, you had walked into the study room and he was shirtless as Trent and Marie used him to practice placing electrodes around his chest. Or when he stayed with Jude until the night to help him with his math homework. During the dinner nights that Dominik would join, he would help clean the kitchen afterward without having to be told, immediately helping whoever was cleaning.

“There’s a pumpkin patch!” Marie exclaims from the backseat as you all make your way back to the house. “You have to stop Reina, look, it's still open!”

“A corn maze,” Jude hums, “you know I’ve always seen those in the movies but I’ve never been.”

“It’s quite dark,” Trent murmurs.

“Makes it all better,” Dominik chimes. His low voice is right next to your ear and it sends goosebumps down your spine because you don’t expect to hear him at all. “Corn mazes in the dark—oof. Perfect.”

“See, Dom, that is some death wish type of stuff,” Reina shakes her head.

“You don’t like scary things?”

“No!” Reina pulls over anyway, intrigued with the twinkling orange lights. The area was still well-lit with people lingering around despite the night sky in full effect.

“Do you like scary movies?” Dominik whispers, tapping your shoulder.

You face towards him, your response at the tip of your tongue but it halts at his eyes. They’re set on your lips, a small smile plastered on his face as he looks up at you. He leans his head against the space between the window and headrest, that small smile turning smug.

“N-No,” you admit, cheeks going hot under his gaze. You slowly turn your head towards the front, trying to shake off his stare but to no avail.

Arriving at the pumpkin patch, you and the girls immediately head towards the pumpkins, searching through the smaller ones for the perfect one. You watch as some younger kids knock on a couple of them and then place them to their ears. Dominik chuckles, doing the same and sending one of them a goofy smile as he catches her stare.

“It sounds perfect.”

“How do you know?”

He shrugs, “I trust myself.”

“Ohh,” you gawk while he raises his eyebrows up as he bluffs. You laugh, pushing against his arm, glancing at the girls who had two smaller pumpkins at their sides. You keep on walking around the sections of the pumpkins, scanning them and holding them, before finally settling on one. As you search for the group, you notice Dominik is the only one waiting for you some steps away.

He nods to the start of the corn maze, “Come on.”

“They all went into it?”

“Yeah, it’s not long, I think.”

“Not long if you don’t get lost,” you grumble. It looked a little spooky, especially with the glow of the lights dimming the further you stepped into it. The soothing incandescent lights were replaced with fewer fluorescent ones.

Dominik smirks, adjusting the grip on his pumpkin, “It’s not scary. Little kids are going into it.”

“They also jump off playgrounds without caring.”

He chuckles, pushing you gently along.

“I can just wait out here.”

“Come on, édesem, then you never have to do anything.”

You hug the pumpkin a little tighter and step further into the maze. The leaves of the corn slap alongside your body as you and Dominik make your way through it, so far there were no scary pop ups.

“So bowling?” you say, trying to get rid of the eerie quietness. “How did you get so good at it?”

Dominik holds up some leaves so you can get through it, “We played it a lot at my old school. Me and my teammates. We had bowling lanes at our school too, and it was small, so they were always empty.”

“Oh so you’ve had a lot of practice?” you were shivering, trying to hold onto this pumpkin without making it obvious that the growing darkness was making you a little more scared. The corn crops were nearly Dominik’s height, and so looking up at the sky seemed so vastful when you only had a sliver of space to do so.

He chuckles, “I have. We competed a lot and I don’t like losing.” You laugh, it’s so strained that he sends you a look, “You okay?”

“It’s just a little scary.”

“There are signs! It would’ve been scary if we had none and we got lost in here,” he jabbered.

“We still can,” you turn towards the sign beside you just to make sure that you were going in the right direction. “They’re hanging by a piece of tape, what if it falls off? Or a kid rips them off—Dom?” Dominik’s presence beside you had suddenly disappeared. You hadn’t even felt him walk away or heard him squeeze into the crops. His body heat had still ghosted the skin of your arm.

“Okay, Dom, very funny,” you groan, spinning around in place. You knew he couldn’t have gone far. “I’m scared, you got me, now come out.”

Seconds in silence went by, and what seemed to scare you more was knowing that Dominik could see you but you couldn’t see him. The thought of other people lurking in the crops being able to do the same crept across you that you shuddered.

“Seriously Dominik,” you mumbled. “I’m getting scared okay, it’s not funny.”

You let out a groan of frustration, rubbing your temples with one hand. The light starting to flicker didn’t help, you looked up at it immediately.

Great.

“Dom—”

As you turned towards the path, you smashed into Dominik’s chest, recognizing his skull and bones necklace before you shut your eyes closed. You shriek and let go of the pumpkin in the process, him catching it midfall. His laugh fills your ears but you can feel your heart damn near beating out of your chest. You hadn’t heard yourself scream that scared in so long that you hit his arm.

“Jesus!”

“Okay, I won’t do that again.”

“You are such an ass!” you say through shielded eyes. His hand is resting against your back as he pushes you into the direction of the exit. Your heartbeat doesn’t calm down until you both stumble out, finally getting rid of the weight of the fear across your back.

Dominik still wears an arrogant smug as the two of you head towards the paying booth for the pumpkins. You pull out your wallet, glancing at your last twenty, “Oh darn, I was going to use that last twenty for Reina.” You shrug, taking it out.

“I can pay for them,” Dominik suggests.

“No it’s okay.”

“We can call it even, me scaring you in the corn maze and I pay for your pumpkin,” he says. “Really, it’s fine.”

“Okay,” you concede, slipping the twenty back into your wallet. As the two of you stand next in line, you search for the rest of the group, seeing only Jude, Marie, and Reina in a section. Trent had to be somewhere close by but you weren’t worried, just glad that they weren’t lost in the corn maze.

Dominik turns towards you after he’s done paying, “What were you giving Reina money for?”

“Oh, this dumb bet,” you chuckle, “I lost.”

“Yeah?” he muses. “What was it?”

You bite onto your lip, seeing his lopsided smile and glowing eyes. The tip of his nose had a barely-there red tinge to it from the cold. His hair combed over and gelled in a neat manner and his beard trimmed. He looked content. Content with walking around with you and being in the group over all.

Realizing he had been waiting for an answer, you let out a cough, “Reina and I bet you wouldn’t last four weeks with us.”

He laughs, “Why is that?”

“Because no one ever does, I guess they get intimidated because we are all so close to each other that they feel like they don’t belong.”

He nods, already knowing much of the friends’ history, “I can understand that. And you lost?” He stops in his tracks, his eyebrows furrowing as his smile slowly fades, “If you lost that means—that would mean you had to bet that I wasn’t going to last? Right? Because it’s been nearly a month.”

“Yeah, and you are still here standing strong—”

“But you didn’t think I’d be here.”

“Well, yeah because—”

“Wait wait wait, when exactly was this bet made?”

Dominik’s demeanor seems reluctant to hear the answer to the question that he already knows. Obviously it was early on, four weeks ago to be exact.

You bite onto your cheek, “The first day we met.”

His face scrunches as if he’s been let down—because in a way he has. He shifts his pumpkin to the other side of his hip, running his fingers through his hair not caring that he messed it up.

“So this whole time, it’s why you’ve been so superficial, why only you in the group have been so—just not wanting to hang out with me. Almost avoiding me. Rejecting anything I offer and being hesitant to say yes. You’ve been trying to push me out this entire time for a twenty?”

“No, Dom,” you say the moment he stops. You swallow the lump in your throat, not realizing what you had been doing that the entire time. Disgusted with the way he’s grossly misunderstood the situation, you try to reason with him. “That’s not what happened. It was a dumb bet, meaningless. It didn’t mean anything. You’ve fit into this group like you’ve known us our whole life.”

He shakes his head, licking his lips as he lets out a shaky sigh, “I fit in with everyone except you. You’ve always given me a hard time.”

“By not accepting coffee?”

“By not giving me anything. Everything I know about you is from either watching you or what the group tells me. I ask you where you work and you’re like: ‘Oh, it’s nearby.’ You never give me anything to grasp,” he pinches his fingers together. “I had to ask Trent when your birthday was because you said: ‘Not near.’ What was I supposed to do with that?” The laugh he lets out is almost bitter, absolutely gobsmacked with all the cues that he missed, only realizing them now. “If you didn’t like me, you could’ve just said that. I wouldn’t have taken offense.”

“Dom, that’s not true. I do like you, you’re a great guy and have been nothing but nice to my friends and I.”

“Where do you work then?”

“On campus, I’m a tutor.”

His eyes are riddled with hurt and skepticism. So skeptical that it tugs at your heartstrings because you know he doesn’t believe you. His tongue makes a noise against his teeth as he pulls out his wallet. He pulls out cash, “Here��s the twenty for Reina.” He doesn’t wait for you to grab it, shoves it into your hand so you have to hold it or else it'll fall onto the grass.

“Dominik.”

He shakes his head, “I thought I had finally found a group of friends besides my teammates, Y/N. Maybe the reason no one gets close to you all is because you’re betting against them to lose the entire time.”

The gnawing feeling from your chest travels to your throat, causing you to let out a cough. The feeling of betraying him made you feel so bad, like you had committed a crime. Hell, you might as well have after looking at the realization dawn onto him. His eyes were far from the tender and shy ones you met on the first day.

The car ride back to his apartment was quiet on your side. Dominik doesn’t say a word or laugh the entire time, and once you get to his place, he murmurs his goodbye’s to the group and goes inside.

----

“I thought Dominik was coming?” Jude says to Trent as he enters the kitchen. It had been two weeks since the pumpkin patch and Dominik hadn’t shown up to the library at all. He was either skipping class or found a new seat because he wasn’t sitting next to you either. However, he made it to training and his games without a problem so he was still around somewhere.

Trent shrugs, “He said he was taking care of his roommate. Roommate is hungover.”

Jude cringed, “Ouch.”

Reina bumps into your shoulder on the couch, “Have you got your outfit for tomorrow?” Tomorrow was Dominik’s Halloween party, even though you felt like shit, you had to go in order to talk to him. Hopefully your presence wouldn’t ruin the mood. Dominik had invited the group very early on, knowing that it would just be his teammates and their partners that would be there.

“Of course,” you smile. “Finally got Barbie’s pink hat yesterday.”

“Good!” Reina exclaims.

The two of you talk some more, the boys and Marie joining in on the couch to watch a movie. Even though Dominik had been with you and the group for such a short time, his missing presence was more noticeable the longer he was away. The spot on the couch that everyone designated for him, hadn’t been touched or occupied since his last visit. It started to get sad staring at it being empty.

----

Dominik’s party seemed to be a lot more boisterous than what you were expecting. The players were loudly singing along to the music in the background, their costumes coming undone throughout the night as they partied. The party wasn’t at Dominik’s apartment because having a party in his apartment would’ve most likely gotten shut down immediately. Instead, it was at one of his teammate’s with Dominik’s car parked out in the front.

Dominik dressed up as a cowboy with a brown felt hat and brown boots. Dark jeans with a large belt buckle, white and gray long sleeve shirt that stopped at his forearms. His hair wasn’t gelled as it peaked out of the hat; he looked handsome in his well-thought outfit. He was talking to his friend when you all walked in, his eyes meeting yours and skimming your outfit. Despite him letting his eyes linger on yours, he never smiled or waved. You had to look away eventually, grimacing, waiting until the group went up to greet him. That was the only time you were able to mumble out a greeting as he bent down to give you a hug.

It wasn’t until an hour in that you went upstairs to go use the restroom and found Dominik in the hallway waiting for you. He pointed to a bedroom and let you walk in first.

“Hey,” he says. The lamp next to the door casts a shadow on his eyelashes that makes his eyes look blown and vulnerable.

“Hey,” you purse your lips. “Are you sure we can be in here?”

“It’s Harvey’s room, we told him to lock his doors,” Dominik’s arms are crossed behind him near the door knob but you can hear the small sound of the door locking before he releases his hands.

Dominik’s eyes still hold a dubious flicker in them as he looks at you, waiting for you to say something. He leans against Harvey’s desk.

“Dominik, I'm sorry about all of that. Firstly, it was only me. The group had nothing to do with the bet, they didn’t know about it at all except Reina but she was on your side the entire time. I was just,” you let out a small sigh, “the longer we stayed in contact, I started to realize that you were probably going to last more than a month and that you were a great guy. I didn’t want to be wrong, that me getting close to you was for no reason. I have nothing to hide, really, I’m just not used to opening up to people that much because I’ve known them my entire life. There is nothing to open up with them.”

Dominik nods, shuffling his hands alongside his belt buckle and pockets. His eyes don’t leave yours. The light makes them appear softer, and you can’t tell if he believes you or not because of it.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. It was selfish, very selfish. I should’ve thought about how that would’ve affected you if you were to find out before taking on the bet.”

“It’s okay, I—um—I believe you,” he says. “It just made me really confused because the boys, Jude and Trent, they talk about you a lot when you’re not around, and it was like the things they said weren’t adding up to the version I was with. But then I would see you interact with the others and it was like, that is you. I like who you are when you’re with the group, and I know it will take some time for you to see me as part of one of you guys because of the history, but I really wish you did. It shows sometimes, but…not a lot.”

You almost want to cry at his words, you have to blink rapidly to chase away the tears because they were near. Dominik simpers and you have to fan yourself, “I promised I wouldn’t cry in this makeup that Reina took forever putting on me.” Dominik only laughs as you turn away from him, it being the only way you can stop whatever is happening. “I do see you a part of the group, which is weird to say because I’ve never seen someone else like that, but you not eating dinner with us yesterday like you usually do on Friday’s, really made me miss you.”

Dominik steps forward with a smile the moment the first tear falls.

“Stop laughing, I feel like shit!”

His hat bumps into your’s that he takes both of them off and places them onto Harvey’s bed, “You should, well not anymore because I forgive you. I missed the group and you.”

He gently wipes away the tear that you missed and dries it onto his jeans, not caring if the makeup will potentially stain his jeans or not. “I’m so sorry, Dom.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I know I said I wanted to see the real you but your crying hurts my heart a little,” he says, his accent growing stronger with each word. “The tears keep coming, gah.”

You laugh throughout the tears because he’s being very sweet and gentle with you, even though you shouldn’t be the one receiving the consoling. It should be him that’s more upset but he doesn’t have a hint of anger in him at all. He’s been more focused on you even before you started crying, he was all eyes on you even when you weren’t looking at him.

“Barbie did have a crying scene, you know, so this is fitting.”

Dominik’s face contorts up with confusion, his hand resting on your shoulder as he thinks.

“You didn’t watch Barbie?”

“No.”

“You monster!”

He cheeses, “You aren’t crying anymore.” He throws a fist bump.

“No, because I can’t believe you didn’t watch that movie.”

“Maybe we can watch it together,” he suggests.

“We will,” you say without hesitation. Wiping away the last tears with force, he stifles a chuckle. His messy hat hair and cheeky smile, it made your cheeks warm up.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You nod, “Are you?”

“Of course,” he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. He kisses your forehead and then tucks his head further down into you. He was a great hugger, making you sigh in content as you held onto his strong back.

Once you release, he grabs the hats and places his on top of your head. You’re too engrossed with the way his eyes seem delicate but focused to do such a simple task that you don’t notice the brown brim until he puts on your pink one.

“Hey!”

“We look good,” he says, pointing to the mirror that’s focused behind you. You turn around, his eyes beaming into yours once you find him. “I really like your outfit, the pink, it’s nice.”

“I like yours too,” you say as you turn back towards him. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows down, his lips parting slightly.

“What do you like about it?” He tilts up the brim of your—his—hat up so that he could see your eyes.

Caught off guard with the question, you glance down at his outfit, feeling his gaze follow your downcast. “I like the belt buckle, and the boots.” You let out a nervous laugh, it stopping immediately once his finger finds your chin, picking your head up to look up at him. You can’t make out the glint of his eyes but it’s intoxicating, drawing you in.

“Édesem,” he repeats. His finger trails to the side of your neck, resting it alongside there while his thumb ghostly traces against your jaw.

The nickname snaps you out of your daze, grounding you to your surroundings, “I still have no idea what that means.” Even though you were still, the urge to pull him closer was strong. It was intoxicating! Luring you in as if you had no morals. His lips and eyes were all you stared at.

His teeth break out through his smile, “It’s Hungarian.”

“I assumed,” you said, your hands finding his hips. Your touch seems to catch him off guard, his mouth eliciting a small gasp as you pinch the material of his shirt between your fingertips.

“Sweetheart, it means sweetheart.”

You can’t help but to break out in a smile, “This whole time you’ve been calling me ‘sweetheart,’ I bet you got a kick from that, hmm? Me not knowing?”

He laughs, throwing his head back, “I’m trying to kiss you right now and you’re ruining it.”

“Then kiss me goddammit,” you urge, gripping onto the sides of his shirts. He chuckles, tilting your head up a little more before kissing you. It’s soft at first, but then his belt buckle hits you near your stomach and you scowl. You block his bulging belt buckle with one hand and he groans, feeling the added pressure down his pants. He laughs within the kiss, pulling away and kissing your cheek before releasing you. Your hands remain tight on his shirt, and he sends you a mischievous glance.

“I told Harvey we were just going to talk.”

“We’re talking,” you say.

He raises his eyebrows, “You’re trouble, édesem.”

“No way,” you let go of his shirt, brushing off the wrinkles and sending him a wink. He shakes his head, bending down to kiss you one last time before unlocking the door and getting out before anything else can happen.

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“Someone has to take Dominik’s car home, preferably with Dom,” Trent says, holding a drunk Dominik underneath his arm. Dominik clearly hadn’t thought through how his car would get out of here. It would be towed before morning if they didn’t move it, and they were the only lingering ones left from the party, “I’m not all that sober and it’s manual.”

“Like any of us know how to drive manual!” Reina groans. But you did know, having learned how to drive manual some time ago.

“I can do it.”

“Yeah?” Trent raises his eyebrows.

You nod, “Yeah, I got him.” You open Dominik’s car door and help him get inside.

“Just take him to the house,” Trent suggests and you nod, knowing damn well you weren’t about to drive all the way to Dominik’s apartment.

Both of your hats are underneath your arm as you get into the car. Dominik’s holding his head, trying to soothe the impounding headache that’s about to come.

You look towards him after putting the hats in the backseat, “Seatbelt?”

“The car is spinning,” he spurs your name, groaning. You reach up to grab the seatbelt across from him and buckle it for him. He dramatically looks up at you, “You smell good.”

“Thank you, Dom,” you roll your eyes. You adjust the seat and drive to the house. Dominik is fairly quiet for the ride, closing his eyes and nodding off. Trent and the rest of the group should arrive shortly after you.

Dominik leans onto you as the two of you enter the house, him immediately going to the toilet and throwing up, “God I haven’t been this drunk in years. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, you can go to sleep here.”

“Can I shower?” The buttons of his shirt are undone, his chest peeking out from underneath. Sweat brimmed around his hairline, making a few pieces stick to his face.

You nod, “Yeah you can. I can find a set of Trent’s clothes for you, I think you both are the same size.”

As you enter the hallway, you can hear the clatter of the rest of them entering from downstairs. You get a set of clothes from Trent and take them up to Dominik, who’s mindlessly staring around in your bedroom.

“You creep,” you mumble.

That goofy smile he wears, you wanted to smack his face for being so handsome even when he was drunk.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek and then going into your restroom and showering. You take that time to change out of your outfit and grab an extra blanket and pillow for Dominik to use on the couch.

Once he finishes showering, he steps out of the restroom, the shirt slinged over shoulder while he towels off his wet hair. It’s a battle keeping your eyes leveled with his, especially when his teasing smile only adds more flame to the fire.

“You have a nice room,” he says.

“Thanks,” you smile. He sits down on the bed and the moment he starts to lean down you shake your head, “No, no, you are not sleeping on my bed.”

He chuckles, “I’m just laying, resting my head!”

“Dominik, if you sleep—”

“I won’t.” He glances at the wall of pictures you have with the group, he fixes the one that’s crooked, before looking back at you, “I can’t wait to be up there.”

“I have my camera if you want to,” you point to the polaroid sitting on the bottom of your nightstand.

His curious eyes follow you and then look up towards you, “Yeah? I don’t have a shirt on.” His arms suddenly cover up his chest as if he were getting cold.

“We can take one tomorrow or another time if—”

He shakes his head, “It’s alright. Go for it.”

You point the camera in his direction, him cheesing widely and then you hand the photo to him as he waits for it to develop. You take that moment to freshen up in the restroom. You couldn’t have taken more than ten minutes, but that’s enough time for Dominik to have slumped over and fallen asleep. Low, rhythmic snores come out of his nose while his legs hang off the side of the bed. The polaroid is pinched tight between his fingertips.

You groan, accepting that he would be sleeping on your bed. Swinging his legs onto the bed is enough to make him stir but not wake up. Once you get situated on the other end, you turn off the lights and he flips over, his words are a slurred mess as he says: “I missed you, édesem.”

The next morning, Dominik wakes up before you. He looks at you confused, double checking that the rest of his clothes were on and then lets out a loud sigh, waking you up.

“Sorry,” he says meekly, “I got scared.”

“Of what?”

“That we—”

“Ugh,” you groan, throwing a smaller pillow at his shoulder. He laughs, and then immediately clutches his head as he falls back down onto the pillow. “There’s some medicine on the nightstand and water.”

It was still too early for you to wake up, especially with the way the rain pattered against the window. Your room was freezing but not underneath the blankets. You flipped over and faced the wall, closing your eyes while you listened to Dominik stir around. He got up and went to go use the restroom, coming back wearing a gray hoodie of yours.

“It fits,” he cheeses. A small smile creeps onto your lips, he looked so happy. A little goofy with his ruffled hair but handsome. You turn over as Dominik slips back underneath the covers. “Can I?”

You nod and he pulls you closer to him, letting his legs tangle with yours. He kisses your cheek and neck slowly, feeling you squirm underneath him with each ghost of a kiss. The palms of his hands sneak underneath the hem of your shirt and rest on your lower back. They’re so cold but they’re a nice contrast against your searing skin. He lets out a small hum as he closes his eyes, sleeping with you.

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Note: eheheheh that man is so hot, love him and trent

#dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai x you #x reader #szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai fanfic #em.writes

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formulalfc · 4 months

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okay so i'm about to go on a bit of a rant about how i was treated at the footie so feel free to move on if you're not particularly arsed.

i am a girl that goes to around 95% of the liverpool home games a season on my own, i chant, i call the ref a wanker, i chat to the guys that sit with me at halftime and most importantly i love my club and i love football.

so it makes me really upset that when i went to the football today and sat in the same seat i sit in at every game to watch my team play, i was told that i "do not deserve my ticket."

for context, about 20 minutes into the first half there was a 'foul' made by van dijk which i didn't agree with and so like many of the men around me voiced my opinion. this then caused a man (with a london accent btw) in his late 40's early 50's to turn to me and tell me that i didn't deserve my seat because of my "moaning" at the ref.

now this wouldn't have bothered me if there weren't at least 15 other men surrounding us who were also shouting at the ref, because instead of having a go at them he decided to have a go at the only female near him who he happened to know was alone.

i of course gave him a piece of my mind in return and simply asked him what time his train back to london was. of course this turned into more arguing which only stopped when i told him that his misogyny was becoming very apparent.

not only was his comment upsetting to me but the fact that not one person stepped in when he got in my face was also disappointing.

i am very aware that football is a male-dominated space and that no matter how many games i go to and how much i know about the sport i will never be treated on the same level as the male supporters. but it was very upsetting to hear the people around me sing "you'll never walk alone" and then watch that happen right in front of them and do nothing.

despite all this i will continue to go to games, i will continue to chant loudly, i will continue to call the ref a wanker, i will continue to chat to the lads that i normally sit with and i will continue to love my club despite the fact that some bell-end from london thinks i can't be a fan just because i have a vagina.

#and that's that #sorry for the rant #i am just very upset #formulalfc #liverpool fc #liverpool football club #lfc #liverpool #anfield

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lizardsfromspace · 5 months

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13/Yaz/Dan was such a good team & it's a shame they only get Flux and two specials together (and they're not together for large parts of Flux, either)

Yaz is at that point more or less a surrogate Doctor, and the only original companion left. She's really close to Thirteen and wants to travel with her forever - real best friend goals there, it's nice to see such a tight pair of gal pals, doing gal pal things. Like landing on a mattress together while wearing the handcuffs she keeps in her pocket for unstated reasons, just those fun things you do with your platonic female friends

Meanwhile you have Dan, the most aggressively Just Some Guy companion in the show's history. Who is he? He's Dan! He just wants to kick back, open a cold one (his fridge has no cold ones. It probably isn't even cold), and watch the footie but he's been kidnapped by a dog and has to see the universe now. Beautiful

#doctor who

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mitskijamie · 4 months

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So like, do you think Girl!Roy has always been super butch ? Did she ever get confused for a man?

YES I think she went from being a little tomboy who always played footie with the boys to being a hardcore butch and never had any desire to do anything differently. The last time she wore a dress was when her mom put her in one as a toddler. What does she usually do with her eyelashes? She leaves them the fuck alone!!!!

I don't know a whole whole lot about women's sports culture, so don't quote me, but from what I've seen and heard, gender nonconformity and non-heterosexual orientations are more common or at least more visible among female athletes than they are among male athletes (there were 98 out LGBT players/coaches at the last wwc, about 1 in 7, compared to literally none at the men's), probably for a number of reasons that I won't claim to understand, so I imagine that (very much unlike canon Roy) she's actually been fairly comfortable with her identity since she went to Sunderland. Like her coaches and teammates growing up were very chill about her not being a "girly girl," because most of them were the same way, and so that + being surrounded by women her whole life kind of lays a foundation for her to be more comfortable as a butch later on. Full lesbian immersion

I think most of the hostility she'd face would be from men and boys + conservative women from outside of the sporting world. Like the little boys she played with in London or went to school with would bully her for the way she dressed/cut her hair, and her mom would always talk to her about how pretty she could be if she "put effort into her appearance," so football almost becomes her safe space from all that shit yk

She'd definitely get mistaken for a man now and then, and it would mostly make her mad (because people are so stupid - short hair = man? You're a grown fucking adult) but maybe also produce a touch of gender euphoria depending on who the person was. If it was a gross old guy she would immediately become homicidal but if it was a hot young woman who called her "sir" and then got flustered correcting herself she'd be all over it

#ask #girlroy #i <3 butches

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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I’ll Keep You Warm (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You know Rhett will always be there for you and the kids, even on the coldest nights Wyoming has ever seen

Rhett closed the hatch on the back of the pellet stove in the basement, making sure it was completely filled and that the woodstove in the living room had enough in it to last the night. School had already cancelled until Monday and all the animals on the property had to be in due to the temperatures that were predicted to dip below zero.

“Alright my stinky familiars,” Rhett said to the skunks, snapping his fingers and pointing towards the beat up old wicker basket where the babies were all laying in a pile to keep warm.��

The male and female obeyed instantly, earning a handful of mealworms from Rhett in their food dishes which were still full of blueberries, pears and the insectivore chow that Wes had brought over from the wildlife center. Rhett scratched their chins and ran his hand along their tails before they curled around the babies who were still small and needed to nurse.

Back upstairs he went to see if Willy and Tiny were in their basket yet, the kittens mewing as they searched for their mother. Rhett quickly got a hold of the one who was always sneaking around and hiding in your yarn basket before putting him back with his brothers and sisters.

“Darlin ya’ll still down here?” he asked.

“In the kitchen,” you answered.

Rhett made his way into the kitchen and snaked his arms around you as you scrubbed away at the last of the dishes. He pressed his warm lips against your neck, listening to the purr in your throat.

“How goes Momma?” he asked, his voice deep from exhaustion.

“Tired,” you answered. “I’m cold too. I’m shaking like a chihuahua dog.”

Rhett laughed a little, but he too could feel the cold radiating a little against the window above the kitchen sink. “Kids need flannel pjs tonight, right?” he asked.

“And the heavy quilts,” you reminded him.

Rhett kissed your cheek but quickly snapped to attention when he heard the loud cries of a newborn coming from upstairs. “You stay put,” Rhett ordered. “I’ve got him.”

Rhett headed upstairs to your shared bedroom, his steps quickening as the cries grew louder. Poor Dallas was fully awake, only in his little onesie and nothing else as he lay in the knotted pine sleeping basket on Rhett’s side of the bed.

“Oh buddy, c’mere,” Rhett cooed as he lifted the little one out of his sleeping basket. “You’ve gotta be freezing.”

Rhett found his little blue and white knit blanket Cecelia had made the day Dallas had officially been adopted into the family, wrapping it around his little form and holding the baby against him for warmth.

“You were cold weren’t you?” Rhett said as he carefully put Dallas’s little blue and green pacifier in his mouth. “I know buddy, I know. Wish we could all go to Florida for a little while and get some sunshine.”

Dallas’s crying died down to a few squeaky little whimpers as Rhett kissed the smooth tufts of hair on Dallas’s fragile little head. He dug around in the dresser to see if he could find some warm pjs for the baby and sure enough, there they were. You had gotten them the day of the official court ruling that Dallas was yours, the little blue footie pajamas that had a cowboy on a bucking bronco stitched onto them. Cecelia had thought they were the cutest thing in the world and now that Dallas had grown a little, he fit into them perfectly. Rhett even found the little crochet socks and matching hat that would keep him extra warm.

Out of the old clothes and into the new and Dallas finally settled right down. Rhett carefully placed him in the sleeping basket, covering him with the blanket and stroking his hair. He hardly noticed you in the door, the broad smile on your face growing wider by the second. You loved how soft he was with the kids, especially the boys when they were newborns and the girls? Whenever he’d snuggle the girls, your legs turned to jelly.

“Is he asleep?” you whispered.

“Gettin there,” Rhett answered. “What about the others?”

“Hannah’s still awake,” you answered. “She’ll be reading her Little House on the Prairie books for hours. The big twins went down and so didn’t the little twins.”

“Kaya?”

Before you could answer, in rushed Kaya in her little red and black flannel pajamas that Papa and Nana Cece had gotten all of the kids for Christmas. “Daddy, I’m done with my bath,” she chirped, pushing some of her wet hair over her shoulder.

You laughed as your youngest daughter jumped up on the bed, hushing her before she had a chance to get too loud. “Alright Princess,” Rhett said, picking her up onto his hip. “Now that your baby brother’s asleep, it’s your turn.”

He could feel Kaya’s tiny little frame buzzing with the cold, her teeth chattering like machine gun fire as Rhett brought her into her room. “C’mon Princess,” he said. “Up in your bed.”

Kaya climbed the ladder right up into her bed, snuggling under the sheets, the comforter and the thick duvet cover that you and Rhett both tossed over her, her little velveteen rabbit tucked under her arm.

“I love you Princess,” Rhett whispered, kissing her forehead.

“I love you too Daddy,” Kaya chirped.

You and Rhett turned out the lights and headed back to your own room, settling under the thick covers and watching the snow fall outside your window as Dallas snored softly in the basket next to you.

Rhett curled his arms around you and pulled you close, the both of you asleep in one of his zip-up hoodies under layers of thick, warm blankets that felt more like a giant weighted one.

“Still wanna go somewhere warm soon?” you asked, stroking his jaw which felt like sandpaper.

“I’m hopin soon Darlin,” he murmured. “I’m gettin cabin fever real bad.”

“Don’t worry,” you chuckled. “When my students were having their Spanish lessons, I went online and managed to get some pretty good plane tickets for Florida.”

Rhett’s eyes went wide, his jaw hanging open like a confused guppy. “I.....I....you....we’re goin to Florida?”

“When the kids go on February break,” you informed him. “A cousin of mine left us the house down in Key West, free of charge.”

Rhett half laughed, half cried with relief. “Aw Darlin, ya’ll didn’t have to do that.”

You tilted his chin so that his eyes met yours. “And you think I haven’t noticed you looking depressed lately?” you told him. “C’mon, you need the sunshine. Plus we have amazing memories of that place.”

“Hmmm, our honeymoon in Key West.”

The two of you lay awake until your eyelids couldn’t stand it anymore, recalling those beautiful memories of yours and Rhett’s honeymoon in the Florida Keys, the sunshine, laying in the hammock for hours and spending an ungodly amount of time on the beach, leaving the two of you a sunburned mess.

And you couldn’t wait to do it again with your family.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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“Great Escape”

(Unedited) (GirlCock!Tory, Adult!Tory, a/b/o, Pre-Heat, Omega Slick, Female Receiving, Oral Sex, Cum Play, Slick Kink, Tory being a slick slut.) ( @gemini-sensei )

Reader whines as Tory gripped at her hips tightly. She wanted to stay as quiet as she could for the alpha but she just couldn't with the way she was handling her. Her fingers dug into the fat of her hips from over her sun dress. She yelped out before trying to cover her mouth, the girl behind her working her fingers into just the right spot on both of her hips.

What started out as a simple lunch outing at the county club, an invite invitation from the LaRusso’s for having Tory come by the dojo for some teaching assistance for a class.

It was supposed to be a fun vacation day for the two love birds. Just a day by the county club pool followed by some fun activities around the yard, followed up by a nice fancy lunch in the dining room of the club. Then they could go home and relax at the end of the day. It was perfect.

That was until they got to lunch and Tory started to get more frisky.

The two sat down at a small table at the back of the dining room, across from each other so they could just look at one another. Tory kept kissing the omega's hand the whole time they waited for their food to arrive. Then she was playing footies under the table, skimming her naked foot over Reader who just looked at her with a raised brow. Tory was always a bit flirtatious outside and had no issue with PDA. Kissing and hugging and I even holding her was pretty normal with her.

But this kind of treatment was a bit off even for her.

The next thing she knew, she was being led to one of the family bathrooms and being shoved into it by her mate.

Now she was being bent over a fancy marble sink counter being felt up. She could feel the alpha grinding up against her. Her heavy erection straining under her jean shorts.

The fabric tented as she rubbed her clothed cock up against Reader's fat ass. Reader whimpered at the friction between her ass cheeks, only a bit lower and it would be rubbing right against her barely covered pussy.

The thin material of her lacy white panties did little to cover her fat and now damp pussy. She could feel herself starting to leak a nice amount of slick. Tory pumped out her mucky scent which made Reader’s head drown and get fuzzy.

“I could fucking smell you out there. Fuck it was only a matter of time before every other alpha out there smelled you.”

“W-what?”

“I could smell your pussy babe.”

Readers face flushed. What did she mean she could smell her- did she stink? Of course, she had showered before they came to the club today and she even went swimming earlier. How could she smell?

“If I smell then why are you trying to get into my undies then? Shouldn’t we just go home if I smell that bad, so I can take a shower?”

Tory groaned from behind her and started to bunch up her fluffy sundress. She got the feathery material over her fat ass and wide hips before bunching it up and under the top part, getting it stuck in place.

Readers face flushed and her eyes widened as she felt the girl pull her ass cheeks apart, letting her thin panties fall between her ass cheeks and barely cover her pussy and asshole. She was quick to make the omega bend completely over the counter and spread her thick legs wide open for her.

She stood completely bent over as Tory fell to her knee’s behind her. She laced her fingers through the sides of the lace and pulled them down to her ankles. Once she was done she pulled her ass apart again and took a deep breath right under Reader's pussy, not daring to touch the holy skin.

“Baby you smell so good right now, I could smell how sweet and slick you were.”

Oh- that's what she meant. She was talking about her scent, her natural omega arousal scent that would naturally leak out from her vaginal area. Not only that but she had scent glands near her folds that also helped to spread her scent. But why would she be smelling that so strongly-

“Oh my God, I forgot my suppressants for this month! How could I forget, this is all my fault I'm-”

“Don't be upset it's just a preheat, it's not the real thing just yet. I can take care of you now and get you back to the house with no problem. But I don't need morons following you around out there when they get a whiff of this pretty pussy. It's mine.”

Tory's hot breath fanned over her now dripping pussy lips, her fat folds covered in the slick she was now pumping out because of Tory’s attention and musk. Her eyes rolled a little bit as Tory inched closer and let out a small puff of hot air right onto her twitching hole. Her pussy clenched around nothing, waiting for anything to come inside her tight channel to please her. It winked at Tory as it drooled out slick.

Tory took a big whiff of the omega one more time before letting her tongue slip out and lap at her wet folds. It lathered over the drenched puffy lips, she sucked them in a few times as she worked over them. Fat pussy lips drenched in sweet omega slick and now mixed with warm cum. It was thick and sweet like honey and made Tory drool even more.

Tory didn’t seem to care about the noise becoming she loudly moaned and grunted as she licked all over the omegas cunt. The noises she made were wet and loud as she lapped at the girl's folds and clit.

She was fast to lick around the omegas-engorged clit, letting the very tip of her tongue flick it a few times. Reader jerked as she felt Tory move around her sensitive bits. Her hand clenched over her mouth as she tried to keep as quiet as possible. She bit into her hand the longer it went on.

Tory finally sucked the fat clit into her mouth and moaned, sending vibrations through the omega's poor pussy. Her legs shaking. The alpha held her hands firm on the omega's cheeks keeping her spread. Once she was done with the fat clit between her lips she let go of it with a small pop. She gave it a small kiss before finally moving down to the best part.

Her favorite meal.

Reader's pretty little slick maker, her now gapping and leaking pussy hole. And it was all Tory’s.

She lapped at the hole and felt it flutter under her tongue making her grin in the process. Reader's fat cunt never got tired of being played with, especially with the alpha's tongue. Finally, after a good few minutes, she finally pushed her tongue into the tight hole. It was warm and completely soaked with hot slick. It wrapped and clenched around her tongue perfectly. Tor swears her eyes briefly rolling into the back of her head at the feeling and smell. This was the best part of being a alpha.

Being able to dine on and experience is one of the best parts of having an omega partner.

It was just different.

Tory moaned as she started to tongue fuck the omega hard and fast. It was loud as she thrust her tongue in and out of her sloppy cunt. Her face was drenched within seconds of trying to please the omega. It dripped down her lips and down her chin, it coated her nose and cheeks in the thick liquid. A mix of slick and cum. She happily mouthed at the soft flesh and drank down slick. It was sweet and filled her mouth by the mouth full, she gulped it down at every opportunity.

She was loud as she violently shook her head between the girl's cheeks and folds. She moaned as loud as she could as she felt Reader tighten around her. She started to go as fast and deep as she could into the tight cunt of her mate.

Reader was screaming into her hand at this point. One of her free hands tried to dig into the hard marble of the sink's countertop. It did nothing to keep her grounded. She had nothing to hold onto as her eyes rolled back into her skull and an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her.

Her hips bucked back into Tory’s face, trying to ride out her high. Her legs shook and threatened to give out from underneath her weight. Tory did her best to keep her up and work her raw pussy.

She drank down the girl's nectar as it squirted out of her used hole. She did her best to catch all of it before it spilled out of her awaiting mouth. She slowly slurped as the liquid became a small trickle and slowly stopped. Tory did her best to clean the girl's folds before completely stopping.

She pulled back and looked at her work, seeing how raw Reader's pussy was now. She grinned before helping to pull the woman’s underwear back up.

She stood up and helped pull her dress back down before turning her around to face her. Her face was flushed and she panted.

“How about we finish this at home ok?”

Reader smiled as Tory took her hand and let it rest against the still very noticeable tent in the alpha's shorts. She bit her lip at the idea of what they were going to do at home for the next few days as they raid out her pre-heat.

“I think that’s a great idea alpha, I think it best we wait until we get home so I can help you out with YOUR little- I mean big problem~”

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Kinktober Day Nine

Breeding Kink - Austin Butler

ngl towards the end I got a little in over my head with filth. I could've made this longer but wanted it to be posted today before it got too late. but I love writing breeding kink, I need to do it more often. maybe I will, who knows. if you enjoy this, please reblog and like!! I appreciate it more than you know! <3

pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cum play, fingering, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, female reader-oriented

word count: 1457

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It’s finally autumn, and Target is filled to the brim with cool decor items and fun little $1 pumpkins. You’ve dragged Austin along with you to get the essentials you need but also to kill time and look around at the odds and ends Target always has to offer. You’ve been pointing out neat stuff that’s caught your eye, and you know it’s probably grating on Austin’s nerves, but it’s your favorite time of year. You love all things autumn. Austin is leaning against the cart while he pushes it around, watching you look through sweatshirts as he checks his watch. You’ve likely been here an hour already.

You finally get close to the Target entrance, much to Austin’s relief. But then, you spot the cutest baby outfit ever. It’s a brown onesie with a dark orange pumpkin on it with sage green footie bottoms. You run over to look at the autumn-themed baby clothing immediately. You don’t have any children, but you’ve always wanted them. It isn’t something you’ve discussed in depth with Austin yet, but you both acknowledge you want kids someday. Whether it’s with each other or any time soon is up for debate.

“Oh my gosh, Aus, look! The little pumpkin hat is adorable,” you gush, picking up the pumpkin-shaped baby hat and inspecting it closely.

Austin watches you tiredly at first. He obviously wants to go home but hasn’t said anything, and he doesn’t want to ruin your chipper mood. He enjoys seeing you like this, but it’s getting late. However, the more you look through baby clothes, the more his mind wanders.

“They have baby costumes!” you coo, maneuvering over to where there are costumes for babies and toddlers.

Austin scoffs, following you as he shakes his head at your excitement. He glances over at the regular baby clothes and sees a shirt on it that says “Daddy’s good sport” on it with a soccer ball. Then he begins to really think. Austin’s imagination starts going places, like picturing you holding a baby with your hair and his eyes. It’s cute at first, but then he starts seeing you with a small bump in his mind. He put that there. He got you pregnant. Austin’s face flushes, and he starts to feel warm all over as his thoughts begin to consume him in ways that shouldn’t be in public.

“Y/N, let’s go ahead and head home,” Austin bites his lip, looking you up and down for a moment before you can turn around and catch him.

“Okay,” you agree, putting down the little witch’s boots you were eyeing.

Austin is abnormally silent on the way home as he clutches the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

“Babe, are you okay?” you furrow your eyebrows at him from the passenger side, “You’ve been quiet the whole ride.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Austin purses his lips, eyes not leaving the road, “Just overthinking.”

“What are you thinking about?” you ask curiously but also a tad concerned. Austin always tells you if something is bothering him.

He takes a deep breath, “I’m thinking about bending you over the dining room table and putting a baby in you.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, but butterflies explode in your stomach at the thought. He wants a baby? With you?

“Oh,” you say, mouth forming into an “O” as you look down at your feet.

You aren’t sure how to respond to that right away.

“How about instead of the table, we do it in the comfort of our bed?” you say after a brief moment of odd silence, “You can spend all night putting a baby in me if you want.”

Austin looks over at you for a split second before his eyes are glued back on the road, “Fine by me.”

You hurry to grab all the bags of items you purchased and make a beeline for the door, trying your best to put away everything that was perishable in a quick manner. Meanwhile, the whole time, Austin’s mouth is attached to your neck, shoulders, ears, or anything he could get to right now. You finally put away the last thing and all but drag him upstairs to the bedroom. He wastes no time pulling off your clothing, kissing you hungrily in between taking off his shirt and yours. Austin pushes you onto the bed, and you fall on your back, allowing him to pull off your jeans and underwear hurriedly. You move to the top of the bed where the pillows are, and you climb under the covers, watching as Austin removes his pants as well. He climbs under the duvet next to you and puts both his hands beside your head, steadying himself as he hovers over you. He looks into your eyes, and you look into his.

“Are you ready for this?” he asks, and you nod.

“Use your words, darling. Do you really want a baby?” Austin puts a gentle hand on your cheek, thumbing at your cheekbone.

“Yes, Austin. I want a baby, and I want you to put it in me right now,” you say, pressing your forehead to his. Your words light a fire in his belly.

He doesn’t hesitate to align himself with your entrance. Austin pushes in slowly and watches your face contort into one of pleasure as he bottoms out. You move your body up and down along his length when he doesn’t start moving his hips fast enough for your liking.

“Impatient, are we?” Austin chuckles, starting to thrust at a steady pace. It’s still not fast enough for you.

“Yes,” you giggle, “Now fuck me before I do it myself.”

Austin heeds your warning and starts moving faster, eliciting moans from you at last. He buries his head in your neck, leaving minor bruises where he nips at your skin. You move your hips right along with his, your hands finding their way to his hair for something to hold onto as you edge closer to your orgasm. It will be just the first of tonight. You eventually cum, but Austin still has to take a few more strokes before he does. He fills you up and pulls out, but not before he pushes his cum back inside you with two fingers. You watch as he finger fucks you. The sound of both of your cum going back inside you turns you on even more. Austin licks his fingers clean before flipping you over on your front, pulling your ass upward from the bed.

“Now you’re gonna take me again like a good girl, okay? Gonna fuck you and put a baby in your womb,” Austin growls in your ear, rubbing a hand along your lower stomach.

You shiver, growing wet again at his behavior. You bury your face in the pillow as he plows into you mercilessly like he never stopped, his hips snapping into the backs of your thighs. You have to grip the sheets to not be shoved forward and hit your head on the headboard. Austin now has one of his hands on said headboard, gripping it as it slams into the wall. It’d leave a mark later, but you don’t care for now. You see stars and feel the familiar warmth growing in your abdomen again. Austin reaches a hand around your body and rubs your clit, causing you to clench around him. He cries out at the feeling of your grip, fucking you even harder as the headboard gashes into the drywall.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Austin says through gritted teeth, “Gonna milk me of my cum? Gonna let me fill you up to the brim and get you pregnant? Hmm?”

You’re incoherent at his filthy words as you feel your second orgasm arise, “I’m close,” you whimper.

“Cum on my cock, baby. Be a good cum slut and take it,” Austin says in your ear, nipping at it as you orgasm around him. The feeling of your body reacting to your orgasm sends Austin over the edge, and he cums hard this time. He has to let go of the headboard and balance himself on both hands, so he doesn’t collapse on you.

“Fuck,” he curses, trying to catch his breath.

You roll over on your back underneath Austin, panting as you blink away the stars behind your eyes. He’s looking down at you with hooded eyes, his mouth open as he gasps for air. You reach down and feel the mixture of cum and arousal all over you, and you do as Austin did earlier, pushing it all inside with your fingers. Austin watches intently, biting his lip when you stick your fingers in your mouth.

“Round three?” he asks with a goofy smile.

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