yungblud imagines / oneshots

requited

nsfw!!

Dominic feels himself grip the glass in his hand even tighter when he sees you dance with someone you must've invited, their eyes raking all over your beautiful body. He's angry, practically shaking with it but he doesn't know why.

He's been friends with you for as long as he could remember, since before Yungblud was even created. You were always the one person out of the group who understood him and not only that, supported him and his uniqueness. You two quickly became best friends and when he felt feelings start to form he ignored them for as long as possible, again they would get in the way of such a beautiful friendship with you.

And now they're back, but instead of making him smile whenever he's near you, he wants to hit something. Punch something. Wants to throw this glass at that guy's face and make him bleed a little. Yeah, that would be fun.

Not only is he jealous of the dude grinding up on you, he's jealous because you're barely gave him any attention this entire night. He understands you have friends here, but still, it's not fair. He invited you to his album release party to have fun with you, dance with you, drink with you—yet you're doing it with someone else and he hates it. He wants to be the center of your attention, not some random dude he doesn't know the name of.

He watches you two with a glare in his eyes, and after a few more touches and what seems to be a kiss on the cheek from the male he gets fed up. Slamming the glass on the counter and hearing a crack afterwards, he leaves the club and storms out, pacing back and forth in the front to calm down with the cool air.

He's about to take a cigarette out his pocket and smoke to relieve some stress but a touch to his shoulder startles him, and he stops. When he turns away to see your pretty, but worried face, he scowls.

"What's wrong with you?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. "You just stormed out of the day."

"Really? I didn't think ya would notice with your new friend." he snaps, doesn't even care about the shocked look on your face. He's so pissed off, he just fishes his pocket for a lighter, sighing harshly when you stop him again.

"Dom, what the fuck? I was just dancing with him." you say, eyebrows pinched together, confused. "What's your problem?"

He purses his lips. "I just... I want to dance with you too, ya know? When you came here, you said hi and then you just ignored me. I want some attention too..." he says, shoulders falling, and he's sure he looks like a lost puppy but he can't help it.

You coo at how cute he is and he flushes as you walk closer and wrap your arms around his neck, rocking him. He buries his face in your neck, wraps his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry, Dommy~" you apologize and he blushes even harder. "I got distracted. I didn't mean to do that to you."

"It's okay," he says and pulls back to whisper in your ear. "Just dance with me, yeah?"

You smirk, lead him back inside and he swears it's one of the best nights of his life. Dancing with you, with your body so close to his to his own music sends heat to the bottom of his stomach.

By the end of the concert you two are buzzing with adrenaline and alcohol in your veins. He leads you out to his car as you part from your friends. He knows he can't drive like this, so he opens the doors to the backseat and crashes on the seats, pulling you on top of him.

It's silent for a few moments. Just the sound of your breathing, your sparkly dress against his fingers. Time passes and when he feels your lips press to his neck, heady breath in his ear, he freezes.

"Dominic," you whisper. "Had so much fun with you. Your album sounds amazing. BHC are gonna love it, baby."

Baby. He closes his eyes, suddenly hyper-aware of your lips dragging across his ear and his neck, and his hands grip at your dress.

"Y/N..."

"I like you, Dommy," you say suddenly and his eyes widen as he immediately goes sober. "Like... like like you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Dominic is on cloud nine right now, especially with your hands trying to sneak up his shirt for warmth, hands sliding across his skin. He tries to calm down but he's sure you're aware of the sudden boner he's sporting because you lean up and sit right on top of it, his eyes fluttering.

"Like ya too, Y/N," he whispers as you grind down on him, moaning loudly, his hands finding yours under his shirt that haven't stopped touching him. "F-For a while now, I've liked you."

He doesn't think there's any place he'd rather be than here, with you grinding on his dick with stuttering hips, nails digging into his chest. And of course he can barely stay still, legs bending and unbending, his feet kicking at the door. He gasps loudly when you pull him up by his hair and kiss him roughly, pushing your hips so hard into his it hurts. He can hear you murmur "cumming" and he wants to cum with you, so he moves his hips on his own and it doesn't take too long for him to approach his own release, shuddering violently and falling onto his back with you falling on top of him.

"Did you mean it?"

"Hm?" he whispers, fingers brushing over your temple, not even bothered by the hot cum in his boxers. "Mean what?"

"That you liked me, for a long time."

"Of course," he says, hugging you tightly. "Not a day goes by when I don't think about ya for an hour straight."

You smile slowly, and he loves how it looks on you. "I love you, Dommy."

His chest expands, face going dark red and he instantly smiles back. "The feelings are mutual."