Strawberry Lipstick - Y.B Imagines

slip ups

desc: dom and you are best mates and dom finds out at a party with you, adam and tom that you've never kissed anyone before. when you wake up the morning after, dom slips on the kitchen floor, resulting in something leave you flustered

"y/n get the bloody drinks going!" dom said. "one second!" you called. you were finishing the espresso martinis for dom, adam and tom. you ran back where dom was blasting oasis through the speakers.

"here you go motherfuckers!" you said, passing the drinks to each of the boys in turn. "cheers y/n!" dom laughed. all of you danced around in the living room as dom held your hand. "i thought you two were necking on for a second" adam laughed.

"how?" you asked, laughing as dom seemed to be having a laughing fit behind you. "i don't know maybe i've had too much martini" adam said. "definitely" tom joked, pretending to pull it out of his hands.

"anyways, i told you i haven't kissed anyone" you said laughing as you began to scroll through songs. "wait you haven't?!" he said surprised. "yeah?" you laughed, a little confused. dom found that kind of hard to believe. 

i mean, maybe it was the fact he had a raging crush on you but the idea of someone as pretty as you never kissing anyone by 21 seemed completely unbelievable. but he went along with it regardless.

he was also distracted by the fact that don't look back in anger had come up on the playlist. so soon everything just went back to everyone dancing. though dom couldn't get that thought out of his drunken head.

so that's saying something.

*time skip*

"y/nnn? are you awake?" dom said. you stirred awake and stared up at the red head. he had deep purple bags under his eyes, his eyes seeming more green and perfect than ever. his lips seemed all the more kissable.

"i am now dummy" you said, shoving his face away jokingly but not waking up. "i've got a fooking headache" dom said, drawing out the word fuck. he threw himself onto you, his arm around your stomach.

"what even happened last night?" you said, ruffling his red hair softly. "according to tom's semi sober memory, we danced until about two in the morning they you were pretty much unconscious on the couch" he said.

you let out a giggle under your breath. that sounded like a pretty accurate description of most night outs, you were painfully lightweight. "and then adam went home, apparently at 3 i needed to be put to bed by tom" he continued.

you giggled again, the idea of putting dom to bed was an adorable thought at an understatement. "adam and tom have gone home" he said softly, laying his head against the couch.

"i'm so tired" you drowned. "c'mon up!!" dom said, sitting up eagerly and beginning to shake you backwards and forwards. "i wanna sleep!!" you whined, lifting your hoodies hood up over your head and burrowing your head,

"please!" dom said, pulling your hood down. you shook your head, laughing to yourself. "i'll do what you hate most if you don't get up soon" dom said. from what you could see he had his arms crossed and was pouting.

"what's that?" you said, matching his folded arms. soon his pout was replaced by a smirk. he moved his hands and began moving his hands in the motion of him tickling you. you instantly began squirming on the couch.

you were incredibly ticklish and dom knew this. one of his favorite pastimes would be at no given warning start tickling you and then laugh as you ran around the house trying to get away from him so he'd stop.

"dom don't make me do this this early hungover" you whined. "well will you let me tickle you then?" he said. you stared at him for a bit before bolting out the room. dom wasn't far behind you, both of you laughing.

you bolted for the kitchen, trying to shut the door. this didn't work, he got in. fuck. and the backdoor was locked. though when he tried to run, he kept slipping everywhere because of the flooring and his socks.

this made it quite fun as he was slipping everywhere like an ice rink so you just had to move around him enough. this had been going on for about 30 seconds when he slipped. he grabbed onto your hands.

the motion of his fall affected you too, your hands pushing back onto the counter instinctively, dom's hands over yours. he was pushed up against you and you felt him kiss you. was this accidental?!

well, maybe. but his lips weren't pulling away. you didn't mind. a few moments later, he pulled away. neither of you said a word, he just smirked. god that smirk was lethal. he smirked before walking to the living room.

you stood in the kitchen unsure of how to react. you walked into the hall before seeing all the red lipstick around your mouth. doms. you don't think he'd ever taken his makeup off after a night out. ever.

you wet your index finger by licking it and began wiping off the lipstick. you saw dom staring from the living room but you didn't look him in the eyes. that smooth motherfucker. you managed to wipe off the makeup before going back into the living room.

you couldn't look at dom without blushing so you didn't look at him. you were honestly just trying to avoid throwing yourself onto him to kiss him. "y/n?" he said so innocently. you couldn't believe it.

this cute idiot. pretending not to know what was happening. "y/n look at me!!" he said in his wholesome sweet voice. you shot a glance at him. he was sitting cross legged with his jumper arms covering his hands.

his eyes were soft and he was pouting again. "for god's sake" you laughed under your breath. you lay down next to him. he smirked a little as he leaned in again. you laughed, pushing his head away jokingly.

"why?" he pouted. "you know why" you said, giving him the look. he acted like you had spoken to him in fucking simlish or as though you'd suddenly grown two heads. "no i don't" he said with the most innocence he could muster in his voice.

"you smooth motherfucker"