Strawberry Lipstick - Y.B Imagines

July 13th: Fantasy

The atmosphere is fucking electric as you sit at the bar with Dom. Dom just finished a show, but his hyperactivity hasn't calmed down. That's why you're here, still at a bar, hours after the end of the show. "DOM!" A girl shouts from across the bar.

Both of you look over and see two girls approaching your table fast. They both look your age, and they're both very pretty. "I love you so much, oh my gosh!" The first one, blonde, gushes, already stumbling over her words

"Can we get a photo?" The second girls asks, a brunette. "Of course," Dom says, beginning to get up from his chair. "Give me a second, sweetheart," He says to you, holding onto his cheek for as long as he can, a few moments.

The blonde immediately gives you a disgusted look. You return, it sipping your drink. But you could've punched them right then and there. They were already talking to Dom like you weren't fucking there, and now they were being asses to you.

You didn't mind Dom, but the rude ones were always good at ruining your day, and Dom knew it. Almost the second Dom got up, the brunette wrapped her arms around him, and tried to kiss him. Directly on his lips.

You could've punched here then and there. "Please don't do that," Dom said, his body freezing, as he was clearly uncomfortable. He had explicitly said before he didn't want fans trying to kiss him, especially after dating you.

Dom didn't feel comfortable doing it, and neither did you. It worked better for the both of you. "Oh, stop hogging him!" The blonde said, pulling Dom out of the hug, grabbing the back of his jumper as she pressed her cheek against Dom's, taking a selfie of them together.

The fact that the two of them were passing him around like a toy or an object, you were trying to focus on the drink. The absolute nerve of them. Once Dom took a photo of them, the blonde girl put her phone back in her bag.

"Can we buy you a drink?" She asked. Okay, no she fucking didn't. "Sorry love, I'm here with the Mrs," He said, sitting back down in his chair, and holding your hand, showing to them. You smirked, holding his hand tightly.

You heard the brunette singing "break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored" underneath her breath, the blonde giggling as it. "See you later Dom," She said, waving goodbye as she left the club. Dom smiled, just facing back to you.

"Weird girls man, I can't lie," He said, making you laugh.

"More like bitches," You said, rolling your eyes.

As much as you weren't mad at Dom, you were still incredibly pissed off. A few hours passed, and you left the bar together, to go home. But Dom had noticed your quietness, and wanted to make it up to you.

"You know sweetheart," Dom said, his hand resting on his thighs. "I could make it up to you, tonight," He teased, and immediately from his tone, you knew what he meant. You could read his tone like a book.

"Do absolutely anything you want, it's all your choice," He smirked, as your car was only 10 minutes away from your house. "Or do you want me to fuck you instead?" He asked, teasingly. You smirked back, your legs crossing together.

Getting to do whatever you wanted, him doing what you wanted, and him doing what he wants with you. As you pulled up in the house, he got out of the car, and you immediately followed behind him.

The moment Dom got open the front door, he slung you over his shoulder, carrying you upstairs. As he carried you to the bedroom, you lay down whilst he began to undress. His hands moved down his body as he removed each part of his clothes.

First his top. He was wearing a red and black top with chains all down it. The chains clattered against each others as he threw it down on the floor. "Stop," You instructed. Immediately he stopped. Dom was wearing a skirt tonight.