yungblud imagines || d.h

cruel summer

you spent hours on your phone looking at pictures of him. you waited for his next call, or his next next. dominic was a complex person, but yet he was very simple.

you and dominic had been friends since you were 15. you're 19 now and he's 22. he's never been interested in serious relationships because of the fact that he's always touring and has always been focused on his music; that doesn't mean he doesn't have needs...that's where you come in.

not that the two of you weren't friends, but both of you definitely had benefits. it's only ever been just the two of you, and that was the worst part...for you at least. hours before a show, after a show, a break night, or sometimes after a day in the studio; no one ever knew where he went, but you did.

the two of you knew each other well enough to be together but it could never happen because he just didn't have it in him. in the end you never cared because what never killed you made you want him more.

*ring*

dom: hey beauty , i'll be over in 5

you send him back a thumbs up and a smiley face before changing into something comfortable, checking the very little makeup you had on and making sure your unmentionables were comfortable and matching.

you sometimes wondered if he honestly never wanted anything with you because you weren't visually dark enough. you both had everything in common except for you loved your bright colours bc they showed how happy you were, dom only expressed his happiness through his sporadic actions.

when this first started earlier this summer,you used to do your hair and some makeup along with very promiscuous lingerie underneath some sexy dress; only a few weeks into it, dom would show up unannounced at times and he honestly seemed more interested when you were in an organic presence of yourself.

you headed downstairs to grab some water to refresh how you felt considering you were stressing over your feelings of something you could never reach. you grabbed some strawberries and coated them in sugar and placed them in a bowl before taking one into your mouth, then taking a sip of your water.

sitting on the counter in the kitchen of your apartment, looking out the window to see the night sky and city lights, you hear your door subtly open and close. you decide to pretend not to hear him; before you know it, you feel his warm body against your back, arms around your waist, lips right behind your ear. "i've missed you, you beautiful girl."

"ah, did you now," you tease. his slight moan sets you off inside, "yessss, turn around so i can look at you." you do as you're told and he slightly smiles. he plants a kiss on your lips, "you taste like strawberries," you giggle at his comment before pushing the bowl out from behind you, and he returns your giggle with a small laugh. he wraps your legs around him and pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear. you look in his eyes, hoping that there's something there; there is, but not what you were hoping for. there was only lust. his pupils large and needy. his thumb traces your bottom lip while his other arm holds you from behind, you couldn't help but love it.

"kiss me already, dom.." you plead quietly; he does as you wish. it's not a hard kiss, nor a rough one. it's slow, savoring...it's gentle. your hand rests on his shoulders and the other one runs through the back of his hair. his lips vacate on your mouth for a moment, then begin traveling down your neck to your collarbone. you always loved it when he went slow. things felt more intimate between the two of you that way. you lift his shirt over his head and he does the same to you.

it's not long before things really get intimate but you wanted him to keep it slow, but at the same time, you wanted things to hurry. you loved this passion you created in your head; then again you wanted the hurt in your heart to be over.