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mountsgirl · 1 month

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Captain-Dominik Szoboszlai

Pairings: Dominik Szoboszlai x fem!reader

Warnings: +18 content(smut), explicit language

Summary: Attending the game in which your boyfriend captains his national team takes an interesting turn

Note: I just couldn’t get this idea of him out of my head🫣

Even if this was just a friendly game against Türkiye, Dominik still wanted his girlfriend to attend. He wanted to make her proud. They have been dating for a couple of months, the relationship still fresh, but the chemistry was something none of them had ever experienced. That’s how Y/n found herself at Puskás Arena on a Friday night with Dominik’s jersey on.

It was moments before the Hungarian players needed to be on the pitch to warm up for the game, as you were seated with the other wives and girlfriends attending the game. They were discussing about clothes, jewellery and how excited they were for the game to start before you receive a text from your boyfriend.

Dominik: come in the locker room, I need you!

You wonder if everything is okay with him as you excused yourself from the group and went on to look around the stadium for Dominik. Reaching the locker room, you push the big doors, surprised to find him all alone. His kit was on, together with the captain’s armband, which made him even hotter.

“Shouldn’t you be warming up?”you approach him, settling yourself between his legs while his arms embrace your hips.

“I should” he smirks, checking you out. The skirt you’re wearing come right before your knees and the black leather boots embracing your legs, made you look like a goddess. Looking up to see his jersey hugging your body so perfectly, his smile widened even more “but I had to see you before”.

“You’re so handsome” you mutter, while arranging a string of hair which fell on his forehead.

“My captain” those words awake something in him and he hooks his big hands around your thighs drawing you closer to him, until you’re sitting onto his lap. His and your lips are now mere inches apart, Dominik finally closing that distance, with a passionate kiss, moaning softly. Both of you get even more excited, one kiss turning into a heated make out session. Dominik’s hands traveled all over your silky smooth skin, from your waist, down to your thighs caressing it gently but firmly.

“Strip” he tells you without any hesitation. All flustered and turned on by his actions you look deeply at him with doe eyes “What?”.

“You heard me, strip!”

“Dominik, the game is about to start and someone could come…” he interrupts you with a sloppy kiss, gently pulling on your lower lip to which you can only let out a moan of pleasure.

“Is not like that stopped you before”

“But” you try to argue with his but also very tempting idea but he doesn’t buy any of it.

“Be a good girl and listen to your captain, otherwise I’ll have to bend you over that table and make sure you behave baby” his words hit you like a bus. Dominik seems very calm about the whole situation meanwhile you’re barely holding on.

The shirt and skirt you’re wearing are long forgotten on the floor, while Dominik tries to unclasp the bright red, lacy bra “You’re going to kill me with his baba” he starts planting kisses on your neck, going lower and lower, to the valley of your breasts, not forgetting to nibble and mark every inch of skin on your chest. “Dominik, Domi please” you whimpers in his ear, getting even louder than before.

“What do you want?” He asks straight away, his lips barely leaving your body.

“I want you baby, please”

“And where do you want me?” He asks with a cheeky grin on his face.

“I want you inside me”

Hearing your words, Dominik lifts you up just like a feather and places you on the table in the centre of the locker room.

“All you had to do was ask szívem(my heart)”

Dominik rips up the lacy red panties you had on which were matching the bra.

“Dominik, I liked those!”

“Don’t worry baby I’m going to buy you more” he says thrusting into you.

“Domi!”you leave out a sigh of pleasure which sounded more like a scream, as your walls were drawing him in more and more, squeezing his already hard cock.

“Arch your back for me pretty girl” you do as you’re asked, feeling him go deeper and rougher.

“Can you feel me here baby?” Dominik asks, tracing your lower stomach, feeling the tip of his cock pushing harder into you. You were getting lost in the pleasure that your beloved boyfriend was giving to you while he was just as fascinated by your body and the sounds youmade as you were by him.

“Yes baby, yes!” You let out broken sobs as Dominik was brushing wet kisses over your body. He grabs your chin and he smashes his lips with yours whilst thrusting roughly into your aching core. Dominik was nibbling on your skin while your walls were clenching around him drawing you closer and closer to your climax.

“Dominik I’m close baby please”

“I know baby, I got you, I’m close too”

With every move inside you, he was bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm untill you both reach your high, your uneven breaths echoing trough the empty room.

“Fuck that was good” you smile, kissing him.

“Never disobey your captain’s order” he smirks, kissing you again. Dominik helps you get off the table and as you both get dressed you pick what’s left of your underwear off the ground

“How am I supposed to go without these now?”

“Just as you came here, plus it’s easy access for my reward after I score tonight” he winks and you roll over your eyes.

He laughs as he takes the pair of tore up panties from your hands and puts it in his locker.

Hope you enjoyed it!🫶🏻

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melanieph321 · 1 month

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Hi bestie! I have a fic idea abt dominik szoboszlai. Reader wakes up one morning and she finds domi is about to shave his beard. And she told domi to not do it because she loves the feeling of his beard on her thighs when he eats her out. But domi insists that he needs to shave so he eats her out one last time before he shaves

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 1)

Here we go, and we are off with one super request that I really enjoyed writing!

Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - One Last Time

⚠️Warning⚠️

+18

Thank you for the gif @trentione 😊

Enjoy!

You woke up to the sound of running water, and when it didn't stop running you rolled out bed, rubbing your tired eyes as you made your way to the bathroom down the hall.

"Um...what are you doing?"

Your boyfriend Dominik turned from the bathroom mirror as you appeared in the door frame, a cloud of shaving cream in his hand. "Huh?"

"What do you think you're doing right now?" You said, stepping into the bathroom, eyes wide with panic.

Dominik frowned. "What does it look like I'm doing baby, I'm shaving my beard."

"But why?"

"Why?" He chuckled. "There has to be a reason?"

"Yes. I like your beard."

"I dunno Y/N, it's getting kind of scruffy, don't you think?"

"Yes, and?"

Dominik seemed confused. "Baby, I know we live in England but it's getting kind of hot outside again. That's why it's nicer without my beard."

"But I like your beard." You whimpered, blocking Dominik's reflection in the mirror. You stood before him and stretched out your hands to caress his stubble. He smiled as you did.

"I had no idea you liked it that much. My teammates tells me that I'm starting to look like Jafar from Aladdin."

"I don't think you understand me." You said, voice low and seductive.

Dominik caught the glimpse in your eye and licked his lips. "No?"

You shook your head. "No."

His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer. "How about you enlightened me then?"

You smirked. "I like your beard not for the way it looks on you, but for how it feels on me....down there"

"Come again?"

You rolled your eyes, but removed one of his hands from your waist, guiding it downwards. "Now do you get it?"

Dominik raised his brows, the palm of his hand flat against the front of your panties. "Oh."

You raised yourself on your tippy toes, reaching to wrap you arms around Dominik's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, the stubble of his beard tickling the side of your face. "It tickles." You giggled and pulled back to meet his eyes. He looked out of it, his dark pupils expanded with the sudden excitement.

"Even down there?" He asked.

"What?"

"Does it tickle..." He stammered. "When I'm down there I mean?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "It feels fucking amazing."

Dominik laughed nervously, not really sure where things were going, nevertheless his hand was still pressed against your sex, his fingertips nipping at the edges of your panties.

"Do you want me to...?"

You nodded. "But if it's the last time you better make it fucking good."

Dominik grinned as leaned down and kissed you. "Don't I always?"

You gasped as his hands suddenly went under your legs, lifting you up and setting you down on the bathroom sink. There he spread your legs and moved to stand between them.

"Answer me baby, don't I always make you feel good when I eat that pussy out?"

"I don't know?" You muttered. "I think the beard does most of the work."

"Shut up."

You gasped once more as Dominik's hands slapped against your thighs, searching for the hemn of your panties. He tugged them down your legs in one go, making you raise your hips as you did. He caught your waist before you could lower your ass back down again. His breath was hot against your inner thigh and so was his stubble that scratched upwards with his tracing kisses.

"Fuck Dom, not so fast."

He raised his head, a smirk on his lips. "Enough of that, let me have my way with you."

You leaned back against the mirror, grabbing a bundle of Dominik's hair as his head was now placed between your legs. You watched him extend his long tounge, whimpering as he licked across your swollen clit. "Fuck."

"Yes, baby. You like this don't you?"

"Mhm." You bit down on your bottom lip. You bit down hard, ashamed to be on the edge of coming already.

Dominik's lips attached themselves to your pussy lips, sucking them dry with shamless slurping sounds.

"Dominik please."

His laugh vibrated below you with his rough beard against your skin sending unbearable shivers down your spine.

"Please Dominik, I'm gonna...."

His hand reach under your shirt, cupping your breasts, squeezing your nipples between his fingers.

"Please." You moaned.

He could sense that you were close, upping his tempo, using a combination of his tounge and fingers.

You arched your back against the mirror, the orgasm leaving you opened mouthed.

Dominik let you come down from the high, his tounge still licking your clit, slower however.

"Dom." You chuckled, a hand caressing his hair. "You can stop now if you want."

He raised his head to look at you, his eyes drowsy with his blurred vision. "And what if I don't?" He smiled.

"Then I'm gonna have to shave that beard of yours myself."

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jsprnt · 27 days

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gifting your boyfriend flowers because he deserves some

dominik szoboszlai x reader

A/N: based on this request! loved writing this 🫶

W/C: 1.543

your eyes dart from flower to flower. your senses are almost overwhelmed with all types of floral scents as you stand in your local florist shop. pondering over which flowers your boyfriend would love.

you fidget with the small booklet in your hand, flipping through the pages. the symbolism of all different types of flowers written in it.

you read the names and meanings, mentally remembering the options you think will fit together nicely. although, red roses are beautiful and romantic, you wanted to go with something more special. you wanted to put a little more effort in to convey your feelings perfectly.

you adjust your bag, it slung over your shoulders. you had just left work a couple minutes ago, immediately driving to the florist down the block.

you wanted to gift your boyfriend flowers. mostly, because he'd always given you flowers. whether it was a special occasion or not. he would do anything to see a smile forming on your beautiful face. it made him feel warm and fuzzy, his heart almost leaping out of his chest as you showed him how happy you were.

he'd just come back from international break. you were super bummed out about the fact that you couldn't go. so, you kept being a supportive partner and watched every one of his games. you were so proud. he scored in both matches, and you felt like he needed to be shown some love and appreciation for his hard work.

you had read the text messages he sent you earlier. he told you he had landed safely and arrived home already. which made you very eager to get home and back into his muscular arms.

after a good ten minutes of pondering and asking questions to the sweet lady who owns the shop. you finally land on a bouquet of tulips, wax flowers, and carnations. all symbolizing deep love, luck and fascination.

you watch the florist combine the flowers into a gorgeous bouquet. you thank her after paying, walking out of the shop satisfied.

your mind begins wondering to how your boyfriend is going to react to being the one receiving the flowers this time. you step into your car, placing the bouquet on the passenger's seat and begin driving.

you arrive home fairly fast and park your car quickly. you dig your hands into your pocket, grabbing your keys, and enter your home.

it's quiet when you step inside. there is no actual sign dominik is home, except the fact that his black puffer jacket was hung up on the coat hanger.

you can almost predict he's sitting on the couch, playing a game on the PlayStation. he loved playing cod, the game was very violent in nature, but it was his favorite way to cope with his stress and worries. especially, when you cuddled up next to him or on his lap.

when he was away for days, he craved pressing sweet kisses on your face. he adored wrapping an arm around you, loving the way your skin felt on his.

you take your jacket off, hanging it up, and place your bag on the kitchen island. you look around carefully, looking for dominik.

you hold the pretty bouquet behind your back, confused when you don't spot him in the living room. you decide to take your chances and walk upstairs.

you frown as you can't hear a single indication he's home, so you wander into your shared bedroom. you peek your head inside, stepping through the doorway.

you jump back suddenly when a pink bouquet of tulips is shoved into your surprised face. you gasp in disbelief, eyes widening.

you look up from the gorgeous flowers, making eye contact with your sweet boyfriend. a smile plastered on his face, his hair a damp, wavy mess.

"hi, szerelmem.." (my love)

he says, voice thick with emotion and love. he leans down, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone and pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips.

you reach up to clutch his white t-shirt, pulling him closer to yourself. his beard scratches against your skin, but that's the least of your worries. the feeling of kissing your boyfriend after so many days apart is the only thing on your mind.

his hand with the bouquet inches behind your back. the soft rustling of both bouquets when they touch peeks his interest. he hums against your lips for a moment, pulling away.

"what do you have behind your back?"

he asks, moving his head to take a look.

you tighten your grip on the flowers, smiling at the fact that you'd both thought of gifting each other flowers.

you slowly reveal the custom-made bouquet to him. a huge smile forming on his handsome face.

"What are these for, szívem?" (my heart)

you didn't know his smile could get any wider, but he proves you wrong when you watch him cheese and melt over how cute you are.

"I thought it would be romantic.."

you answer, grinning from ear to ear. both bouquets held up next to each other.

he chuckles, pulling you close again and planting a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. your eyes flutter at the gesture, and you scrunch your nose after.

"you're cute, so cute.."

he mumbles, watching you reach up. you run a hand through his damp hair, messy waves sitting on top of his head. indicating he just got out of the shower.

your favorite look on him, by far.

"Let's put them in vases?"

you suggest, making him nod. the both of you walking towards the kitchen to prep the flowers for the vases.

you both settle on the couch after a while, both bouquets sitting in their separate vase, on the coffee table for now.

dominik grabs you by your waist, guiding you to sit on his lap. you do, without hesitation, wrapping your arms around him.

"don't you want to tell me which flowers you got me, édesem?" (honey)

you nod eagerly, ready to describe the meaning of each flower. wanting to tell him how much effort you put into assembling the flowers.

"Okay, so the pink tulips- you already know that one. it means- deep love and affection.."

you begin rambling, unbeknownst to you. he doesn't stop you, though. his hands run up and down your thighs, listening intently to your voice, a sound he couldn't get enough of.

you don't notice the look he's giving you, too occupied with your story, but he's absolutely hypnotized by your beauty.

how your eyes move and dart away, how your lips curl up into a smile, how you raise your brows and use your hands when explaining something you’re passionate about.

"..and obviously, you always get me flowers- so I thought you deserved them too.."

you finish your story, taking a deep breath since you talked absurdly long and fast.

"I missed you.."

he suddenly whispers, the movement of his hands on your thighs stopping. instead he moves his hands to your back, pulling you flush against his body.

you hum in surprise, pressing your face against his chest. his musky body wash and aftershave is a very manly, but comforting scent to you.

"me too, I'm happy you’re back, baby.."

he hums, the rumble of his chest making you smile.

"you liked the flowers, right?"

he asks, already knowing your answer, but he loved hearing you verbally tell him how you felt.

"of course, I do.. but you stole my idea with the tulips.."

you joke, chuckling at his confused expression.

"I'm sorry. how can I be forgiven, lelkem?” (my soul)

he asks, smirk playing on his lips. his eyes are narrow when he looks at you. you raise your head, making eye contact with him from an intimate angle.

"cuddle?"

your request is simple, no beating around the bush. you had missed his touch, the feeling of safety he gave you, and especially his voice.

"alright, drágám.." (my precious..)

he says, lifting you up from your position on his lap. he holds you tightly as he walks you to your bedroom.

he playfully throws you onto the bed, walking away for a moment to collect the now full vases. placing each other’s gift on the respective nightstand.

you watch him intently, patting his side of the bed to call him over. he grins at you, lying down beside you, his hand sliding underneath your shirt.

"how was work?"

he asks as you play with his dark brown hair. his eyes roam on your face as if to remember every single inch of it.

“tiring, I’m hungry though..”

he rubs your back, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“how about we do a little date night?” he suggests, hand tracing the middle of your back.

“for what?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long. i want to take my szép édesem out..” (pretty sweetheart)

“Where to?”

you ask, your stomach growling at the thought of going out for delicious food.

“you’ll see, can you get ready in- an hour?”

you nod excitedly, pressing multiple kisses on his face before scrambling out of bed and into your closet. you hear a loud laugh behind you, your boyfriend watching your figure disappear as you get excited over your clothing options.

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joaofelix70 · 5 months

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MISS DIPLOMAT & MR. CHARMING |

dominik szoboszlai x female reader.

author's note: this handsome man's living rent-free in my head. he's a freaking masterpiece. talented, funny, charismatic, attractive. i watched interviews, tiktok videos made by supporters and much more to understand a little bit of his language, personality and what he does towards friends and loved ones. laughed a lot! i made my homework as a writer, hope you enjoy it! (compliments and any kind of retributions are more than welcomed).

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

words and characters: 1,811/11,223. it was three days working too hard on this story. i'm begging for your consideration, lol.

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sports diplomacy: it's the unique power of sport to bring people, nations, and communities closer together via a shared love of physical pursuits. this responsibility is the reason of a transition between strangers to connected individuals, advancing foreign policy goals and augmenting sport for development initiatives. the complex landscape where sport, politics, and diplomacy overlap become clearer, as do the pitfalls of using sport as a tool for overcoming and mediating separation between people, nonstate actors, and states. the power of sport has never been more important. so far, the 21st century has been dominated by disintegration, introspection, and the retreat of the nation-state from the globalization agenda. in such an environment, scholars, students, and practitioners of international relations are beginning to rethink how sport might be used to tackle climate change, gender inequality, and the united nations sustainable development goals, for example. to boost these integrative, positive efforts is to focus on the means as well as the ends, that is, the diplomacy, plural networks, and processes involved in the role sport can play in tackling the monumental traditional and human security challenges of our time. credits: international studies association and oxford university press.

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MLSZ (hungarian football federation) ──

new training ground at telki.

"i can't believe that being in places like this made up my most theoretically utopian childhood dreams. what a progress in front of me!" you still witness exciting moments where you pinch yourself, trying to believe in the reality that surrounds you: visiting the new training center of the players who are just a few meters away from you, getting ready to represent an entire country.

"your presence is our privilege. a voice of the spread of eurocup to our nation, right here…" the technical director gives you deference, obtaining a measure of humbleness and respect by you.

"the honor belongs to me in its entirety. grateful for having me, sir. while the view is immersive and captivating — my fervent congratulations to everyone involved — could we retreat from the pleasant glass-enclosed room and see everything closer, on the outside? please? i will never get used to this atmosphere." you pour politeness and charisma to the staffs around you, being directed to the proximity of the field and saluting the employees who pass through your path.

meet dominik — your szobo — instigates the nostalgic combination of detailed moments in which your thoughts display as photographic retrospectives. you're incapable to oppose the little enthusiastic laughs, fidgeting the rings between your fingers and avoiding possible suspicious glances from others. however, for you, this wouldn't actually work. the lives of you both are correlated, but different.

the training session is finished. clapping your hands and celebrating the performances, you greet the athletes and recognize some familiar people. nevertheless, reality slows down after those dark woody eyes capture through your soul. his arms tattoos are glorified by the sun's rays, the same illuminated smile is offered to you: that one you got during the very first time you saw him — instantly knowing he made you testimony the accuracy of freedom, catharsis and emotional amorous complement. that he'd be the one to introduce you what you never experienced, what you thought you'd never receive or deserve. what love truly is. when you were novices in your actual professions, not even imagining the future gifts of your unreal purposes.

"there you are!" intimately, dominik points at you, being reciprocated by vibrant nods and your old sort of secret — not that mysterious or serious — handshake. "még mindig emlékszel rá? (still remembering it?). you're a real one!"

"hogy tudnám elfelejteni? alábecsülsz engem. (how could i forget it? you're underestimating me)". your defensive actions demonstrate purposeful falseness. masking any sensitive, verbal or figurative communicative fragment from him is a difficulty that makes you give in over time. honestly, you never complain about this. it's like he wants to understand the factors and layers of you.

"a te kézfogás fickó. ne merészelj lecserélni engem. (your handshake man… don't you dare to replace me)". a shameless wink is send to you, butterflies acquiring space in your stomach.

"és hivatalosan is a szavamat adom rá. (and you officially have my word on it)." your gloss is pigmented against your fingers while you raise it up, displaying an oath, wondering if szoboszlai comprehends that his replacement in your life would be blasphemous.

"diplomata kisasszony, (miss diplomat)…" the hungarian fingerprints are shared and you recognize the sign to hold them, ready to perform your typical fashion icon moment. "gorgeous as always. go ahead! you know what to do!".

amusement surrounds you with the nickname's citation. although, you could feel some curious glances, from the outsiders, about the intimacy between you and him. "i appreciate, our top-class national bless…" you move your body in rotations to exclaim the outfit's characteristics, lifting your feet to show off the specificities of your heels. "how is your hair so well-groomed after sweating, though?" your arms cross and you raise an eyebrow in questioning, trying to hide your fascination.

"thank you, my number-one fan, but don't change the subject. finish our inside joke, c'mon!" dominik grabs his water bottle and spreads the cooling liquid on his forehead, wiping the glowing droplets across his face as he lifted his jersey high enough to exhibits his fortified abs.

your attention is directed to any surrounding scenery, throat being piked. szoboszlai pretends he doesn't notice, preventing to embarrass you.

"alright, alright! you've won, bájos úr… (mr. charming)". your final comment escapes as, practically, a whisper. you can't control the shy laughter, coupled with the considerable redness invading your cheeks.

"that's the secret to make my day!" using his tongue to reproduce a sharp noise, he matches your humorous reactions. "would you like me to show you the infrastructure changes? i'm just gonna take a shower!"

"i've already been granted a tour around here, but in case you insist…" during the dialogue, some athletes cross your space, wishing them good luck for the competition. your concentration on the activity is significant, at the point that dominik's silent admiration goes unnoticed.

"i mean, you know me! i'm gonna insist anyway, so…" he reaches your captivity, bringing you jollification.

"i'll rate you as a personal tour guide. now, go there!" jesting each other, you both exchange exaggerated reverences, like a challenge of who makes the most chaotic one.

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walking around the area, various subjects are explored, informations entrusted. you ask and are updated about his ethereal younger sister.

portraits of the generations are framed. you magnifies his presence in celebratory pictures, dedicated to find him in the memories and achievements on that wall. pride shines from you and the hungarian finds it lovely.

"you know i'm a sucker for accents… they're much more than mere verbal characteristics, they're stories: life experiences, marks and scars. identities and cultural integrations." the topic is random. through generalized opinions, you're explaining conceptions and dominik is retaining mental observations. he exalts every scrap of your identity, like a faithful worshiper.

"basically, you're admitting being enchanted by my accent. i can see the stars in your eyes. a win is a win!" szoboszlai and his frequent attribute to physical touch, tickling your ears and playing with them. it doesn't bother you, actually: adoring the affection exuded by you and him. you feel like a little girl dealing with your one and only love.

"it's beautiful, how can you blame me? and hey, i know mine's making you grin too." he holds your arm, shivers running down your spine, the two of you being euphoric in the midst of your own enthusiasm.

"putting me against the wall? okay, hum… what were you saying before?" he's changing the subject and you have a natural wit to boo him. lifting his shoulders as a surrender, the hungarian focuses on the specific loose strands of his simple bracelet, which you get used to help him tie it again, willingly.

"trying to avoid the truth? fine! let me take care of you while i talk about my admiration towards globalization and communication. like, with every fiber of me…" you accept the conversation's direction and utter a 'voilà' towards the accessory's new appearance.

"that's why you're the best person i've ever seen doing this job." dominik compliments you, an act full of honesty.

"thanks a lot, mate. but which job? as your bracelet helper or my real one?" you provide tenderness, looking amused.

"i mean… both of them." szoboszlai chuckles, revealing courtesy by your continuous helpfulness.

"literally? because i know you know a lot of people. you're so young and already is the national team's captain." you nudge him in a form of tease. he's a starboy, it's undeniable.

"flattered! literally, thought. you were born for this, believe me." vulnerability collides to you, as his words are deliberated: emotions embracing you and warming your insides.

"dominik szoboszlai, my dear friend, you're gonna make me cry, right here. i'm sorry, i need to do it…"

innocent satisfaction builds strength over you and executes unthought-of approach to the tangibility of your gratitude — his colony enrapturing your sensitive olfaction — in the most out-of-control way. the sounds reach your hearing: a choir of angels singing hallelujah. he reciprocates the contact, laughing at your juvenile excitement. joining him and doing the same thing, harmonizing the triumph. in the separation of the touch, you both remain close to each other and the hungarian doesn't miss the opportunity to feel the softness of your side face, caressing the skin. appreciation and satisfaction invade your structure, delighting on the palm of his hand.

"just a dear friend? why are we pretending all this time?" dominik's reading you. the intimidation at the sight of him overhanging you is paralyzing. you don't usually back down, but in that instant — superior than your most repressed desires — your gasps are escaped.

"who is putting who against the wall now?" insisting and failing on your witty answers, shyness and uncertainty corrodes you.

"please, look at me! i'm not kidding anymore." his voice is questioning, intrigued — contradictorily vulnerable and calm — your rationality being fragmented, fragile.

"you know i'm not the kind of woman you're surrounding by, domi. i'm not an influencer, bikini model. i'm not a public figure. i don't live for the cameras and gossip platforms. i live to work hard. i didn't achieve any of this with some type of perk. my routine and your routine are based on traveling..." who could deny it? szoboszlai's always been all that you see. it's much more than a mere passion. your attraction to him is magnetic, intense, vivid. consequently, terrifying.

"i'm just asking for a chance, (your nickname). i don't lie when i say i've never met someone like you. i may be surrounded by a crowd and you'll still be the one to steal my attention, because nobody compares to you."

your eyelids are closed and the exhalation of his sigh penetrates your lungs with the numbing breath of life you've never experienced before. it's happening: the rare situation where thinking carefully about the pros and cons is unworthy, dumbness. your decision is made and the privilege's resolution unify your lips. the beginning demonstrates slowness and patience — the intensification through the concluded wait of the longed-for reality, transforming light and magical kisses into open mouths discovering each other and witnessing the endearment that both offer — hairs, necks, shoulders and waists captured.

"you're the first to create a meaningful presence in my mind and heart. i want you to be the last one too. i love you, kincs (my treasure). i'm finally brave enough to demonstrate it with no fears." dominik's forearm covers your upper torso. your back against his chest, noses resting on each others. rejoicing at the miraculous, incomparable circumstance.

"i love you, drágám (my precious). you're finally mine and it was so fucking worth waiting." his whisper: the living proof of celestial existence.

"how blessed we are…" intertwined bodies, coalesced essences. solitary melodies turning into the sweetest and most complete symphony.

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formulalfc · 3 months

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dominik szoboszlai blurbs masterlist

playing with dom's hair

getting dom to admit he's jealous

dom doesn't like how close you are with some of the boys

dom isn't happy when someone lays their hands on you

dom being whipped for you

dom breaking you in 18+

threesomes with trent and dom 18+

domi always holds your hand during sex 18+

teasing domi under the table at dinner with your parents 18+

trent and domi hard launching your relationship

domi looking after you when you're drunk

domi helping you put your necklaces on

what domi posts of you on instagram

looking after domi when he's injured

domi begging to fuck you 18+

face sitting with trent and domi 18+

going shopping with domi

soft sex with domi 18+

you find domi with another girl at the club

dom comes home to you and your baby

domi doesn't like the way his dad speaks to you

domi dries your hair for you

your boyfriend loves spoiling you

you guys tease your fans with tik toks

domi makes your pregnancy cravings for you

telling your situationship domi that you're pregnant

your first date with domi

more soft sex with domi 18+

doing tik tok trends together

domi is extroverted and you're super introverted

meeting domi's family

you move in with domi

you ask domi to record a certain tik tok for you to watch

domi is super proud of how intelligent you are

trying to cope with long distances with domi

doing anal for the first time with domi 18+

domi is obsessed with your tits when you're pregnant 18+

cuddles with domi

going to a house party with domi's friends you don't know

your honeymoon with domi

babymoon with domi

lewis sees you with your new boyfriend domi

you call domi daddy when he's eating you out

your pregnancy with situationship domi

domi comforting you after your mum passes away

domi being submissive for you 18+

you love domi's new tattoo

domi is so excited to see u he can't help but finish a bit quicker than usual 18+

domi is obsessed with your boobs but since your baby has been born he doesn't get to touch them as often 18+

you show your close friend's story which of domi's fingers are your favourites

calling domi daddy for the first time 18+

you're the only one that can calm domi down when he's angry

domi isn't keen on you being around f1 drivers 18+

domi arguing with your son over who you love more

your friend with benefits domi is jealous of some guy 18+

domi is worried he hurt you during sex the night before 18+

#blurbs with shan ;)#dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai smut #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai imagine #dominik szoboszlai blurb #szobo #liverpool fc #liverpool football club #lfc #liverpool #liverpool football club x reader #liverpool fc x reader #lfc x reader #lfc players #formulalfc #hungarian nt

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findingnemosworld · 5 months

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𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

How could she just sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?

He sat next to Trent, Curtis, Harvey and Ibrahima who were in the midst of chatting over the upcoming match whilst across from them, she sat with one of the media interns, chatting about something which clearly drew out a laugh from her as she couldn't stop giggling the entire time he was watching her - to say he was furious would be an understatement, he was vexed, irate and everything under the sun, the intern was a male and if one were to look at them from a distance, he'd probably be under the impression that they were on a date.

He felt covetous, yes he was covetous.

He wanted - no he needed her yet it felt like they were running around one another in circles, they had a bond, a very close bond, they'd spent nights in each other's homes, shared tender kisses, soft touches and then some; yet, it seemed like she had no desire to admit the obvious, going as far as to ignore him in public or converse in a manner that admittedly shattered his heart, she was indifferent to the connection between them, while he tried to understand her reasoning, he was far too devastated by her lack of communication to remain as patient as he could.

He waited for the perfect opportunity, she'd left the canteen - five minutes in, he followed her all the way to her office; without so much of a warning, he locked the door behind them causing her to turn around and look at him with a confused expression, " What're yo- Oh? " she was silenced by his lips pressing entirely over hers, one hand tightly gripped her waist while the other rests on the back of her neck pulling her in.

A few minutes in, he pulls back and whispers. " I've wanted to do this all morning "

She giggles, " You're something else! " suddenly she’s hoisted up and placed on the chair in her office, she watched him as he kneeled down in front of her, " What are you doing? " she asks with a raised brow.

He shot her a smirk then leaned in, spreading her legs apart before he pressed featherlight kisses across her inner thighs, " I’m starving, so be a good girl and let me eat "

Before she can respond, a soft gasp escapes her lips at the feel of his lips pressing a tender kiss over her clothed cunt, " Oh! " she reaches over to thread her digits through his hair while he pushes her panties to the side, " Ple– Fuck, Oh my god " she moaned the moment she felt his tongue slide through her slick cunt coupled with his index finger curling inside of her. " Domi " she whimpers.

His gaze shot up to meet hers, his palm rests on her thigh to hold her in place while he continued to devour her like a starved man – she leaned her head back, she struggles to keep her eyes open for a brief moment before she felt a sharp sting against her pussy walls causing her to yelp.

He shot her a glare then murmured against her slick pussy, " Keep your eyes, I want you to watch me while I eat this delicious cunt "

She squirms and whines, " Uh … " her chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, " Fuck, just like that " she thrusts her pussy against his face, the knot in her lower stomach building up. " I .. Fuck, I’m gonna cum "

He pushed his middle digit along with his index digit, while his tongue moved up and down until he felt her arousal exploded against his tongue, he lapped up every drop then pulled back, " Just as delicious as the first time "

He hoists her up then sits down and pulls her on his lap, he pulls her in for a soft kiss before he murmured, " Think you got it in you to ride my cock baba "

She nods, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before she reached over to pull the length of his cock out his sweats, drawing out a hiss from him which quickly shifted into a strangled moan the moment his cock effortlessly slipped into her pussy, " Ó, bébi… " he sighs, gripping her waist, " Fuck "

He tugs her close for a kiss while she moved up and down, the friction of their hips colliding drew out the sweetest sounds from the two of them, His breath grew labored as he murmurs, " Such a good girl, such a good girl pillangó "

Her thrusts became sloppy as she moved at a rapid pace, whining and whimpering. " Oh …, Oh fuck, fuck " a few thrusts in and she collapsed on top of him, he wrapped his arm around her waist then kissed the top of her head. " I needed that " she giggled.

He didn’t respond which confused her, she lifts her head up then says, " What’s wrong? "

He didn’t respond, instead he helps her off of him and the pair get dressed before he blurted out the one phrase that shifted everything between them …

" I want more … "

She looks up at him, confused by his phrase – causing her to tilt her head, " What do you mean? "

" You know exactly what I mean baba " He states with a ponderous voice. " Aren’t you tired of us running in circles? I mean we’re basically a couple but you’re refusing to admit that we are "

" We never said we are " She interjects refusing to admit what was right there in front of them. " Besides, If I remember correctly, we agreed that it would be an arrangement "

" Maybe for you but not for me " He shakes his head, his eyes darkened by the emotion he’d been withholding inside. " Baba, I adore you and this whole time, we’ve been acting like a couple but you just won’t admit it because of something that happened in the past, something that shouldn’t affect your future "

Her eyes widened as her mind drew her back to that very day — she visibly shivered, her lips trembled. " I … I … " her eyes were glossy with tears threatening to fall.

" You know what " He said calmly, with a broken smile. " If you don’t want to admit that we have something, then I don’t think I can do this anymore "

Before she could even muster up a reply, he storms out of her office leaving with a part of her already bruised heart – she lets out a sob, as the realization of her actions finally caught up to her.

The fact of the matter was that she knew she was in love with him yet she couldn’t bring her self to admit it, mostly due to the trauma she had endured, three years ago, before she had stepped into Liverpool, she was madly in love with a man, a football player for a local team in her hometown, the pair had gone through ups and down together until one fateful night, she’d been phoned by the hospital to receive the worst possible.

The man that she loved had died, due to a drunken car accident.

What followed were months of pure torture which lead to her vowing never to be vulnerable to any man up until she met Dominik, and while everything he said made sense — the fear of losing him was prominent and in full strength, especially in this moment.

The following weeks were torment for her, he would clearly avoid speaking to her during the media shoots, preferring to silently work instead of talking – and each time she sought him out, he’d either make up an excuse or avoid her, or even worse, flat out flirt with the female interns in front of her spurring a very aching covetousness inside of her, she tried to ignore it, she really did yet it was too much to handle and on one evening, as training concluded, an unlikely figure approached her.

" You alright love? " Trent asks her, clearly concerned by her state.

She offers him a weak smile and nods, yet he doesn’t relent, raising a brow at her, she sighs and shakes her head. " No "

Trent chuckles, " I’m assuming it’s got something to do with him "

Her head shot up quickly, " Huh? " she murmurs.

" Love, we may be a bit dumb sometimes but we aren’t that dumb " Trent laughs before adding on, " It’s not that discreet between the two of you "

She lets out a soft sigh, " Well I blew it, and he’s probably with someone else "

Trent raised a brow, she really thought he had moved on which was far from the truth, if any thing he was a mess as he’d called Trent the other night completely inebriated and rambling about her — " What if he isn’t? would you try to win him back? "

She nods slowly, " I love him, but I guess my past got in the way "

Trent nods in understanding, he’d been the only one who was aware of her trauma and had sworn to secrecy ever since. " Love, I think you need to stop letting your past be an excuse, he really loves you "

She nods, " So do I "

Trent grew silent before his eyes light up, " I have an idea " he states.

" What? " She frowns in confusion.

Trent beams, " I’ll convince him to go on a blind date, the blind date being you "

" You think he’ll accept it? " She wonders.

Trent scoffs, " He’ll accept it, don’t worry "

And indeed true to his word, he had sent her the coordinates of the restaurant for her to drive there — she’d gotten ready, wearing her brand new dress, curled her hair to perfection, a soft layer of make up adorning her features – she slips her shoes on and is off to the restaurant.

After a thirty minute drive, she was finally there – she parked her car, then stepped out with her purse in hand; she walked inside the restaurant, and was lead to the reserved table Trent made, with each step she felt the nerves build up until her eyes fell on him.

He was dressed in an all black suit which complimented him quite well, when his eyes fell on her, they softened for a moment before he looked away causing her to frown, the waiter interrupted the moment, " We are here miss "

She nods in gratitude then sits down across from him, a brief wave of silence passes them before he said, " You look incredible "

She blushes, " So do you! "

Another wave of silence falls over them before he said, " Baba, can we talk? "

She nods, " We should "

He inhales then exhales before he said, " You know, this whole time, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I tried to let you go baba, I really tried but I can’t, I love you "

She blinks away the tears away then replies to him, " I love you too Domi, I … I am ready to tell you about my reasons "

" Baba, you don’t have to " He states with a soft tone.

" No, I want to " She smiled softly before letting out a soft breath, " Before I met you, before I came to Liverpool I um … I was working for a local team in my hometown, and I fell in love with one of the players, we had such a whirlwind romance, and I thought he was the one until … fate took him away from me, five years into our relationship "

" What happened? " He asked, both confused and concerned.

" He was killed by a drunk driver, and um … it sent me on a tornado of emotions that lead me into becoming closed off, it’s why I refused to admit what we had, but I can’t deny it " She said, " Dominik, I want this … I want us back, I want to be your official girlfriend "

He smiled widely, " Baba " he reaches over to grab her hand, " I love you too "

He leans over to press a soft kiss to her lips causing her to smile, " So I guess this means we are official " she said.

" We are " He grins.

#dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai angst #dominik szoboszlai fanfiction #dominik szoboszlai one shot #dominik szoboszlai smut #dominik szoboszlai imagine #dominik szoboszlai fluff

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leviscolwill · 6 months

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please do more domi texts when u cannn🩷🩷

fake texts w dominik szboszlai

i knowww i'm not taking requests rn and i should be stricter abt it BUT these are quick and fun to do sooooo (pls don't send more for now tho)

#football x reader #football fluff #football imagine #dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szboszlai fluff

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trcpicoz · 7 months

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

a/n: this was inspired by an idea @yungbludz gave me, i hope you like this girlie🤍

word count: 1.2k

masterlist

summary: your brother trent introduces you to dominik and what starts as a hookup behind your brother’s back turns into a secret relationship with a man you grew to love

warnings: smut 18+

you woke up with a text from your big brother.

“hey y/n, me and the boys are going to club later tonight if you wanna come with us. you can bring a plus one if you want to :)”

“sure i’ll be over at your place later and i’ll bring anya with me we’ve been dying to go out all week.”

“ok good, just don’t flirt or hookup with any of my teammates i don’t want you getting hurt.”

“trent im 20 years old you can’t tell me what to do.”

“i’m just trying to protect you but whatever take it that way if you want.”

you showed up to trent’s apartment. “anya had something come up so she couldn’t come, but i’ll still go” trent rolled his eyes since he suggested bringing a friend so you’d be more concerned with her than his teammates especially dominik who he knew you had a thing for. you were wearing a short backless dress and heels, you normally showed skin when you went to the club but you’ve never gone with your brother “i hate that dress y/n it’s too revealing” you rolled your eyes at your brother, you were tired of him being so protective and often controlling “i don’t give a fuck what you think about the dress let’s go and just quit pissing me off” you both walked out mad at each other.

you arrived at the club and greeted trent’s teammates until you paused when you got to dominik, your crush. he was wearing a black button up shirt with his chest revealed in front of your eyes, his hair was slicked to the side with a strand falling in front of his forehead, his lips were plump and full, his beard was freshly trimmed and lined up, his cologne smelt sexy and expensive like a man that could spoil you with sex and material items. “hi i’m-” dominik interrupted you when you introduced yourself “fucking gorgeous” he said softly almost under his breath not even realizing he said this out loud scanning your body up and down biting his lip undressing you with his eyes. you were immediately flattered and giggled “thank you” dominik snapped out of his lustful state eyes wide open looking at you like a confused puppy “i’m sorry- uh what?” you glanced at him seductively “you said i’m gorgeous and you’re staring at me like you’re enjoying the view” dominik never had someone take control of the conversation like this, he was so used to being dominant and the one doing the seducing but this time it was you. “i would be lying if i said you weren’t the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen” you both stared into each other’s eyes and just before dominik spoke- “so what’s going on here?” ugh it was your brother coming to annoy you for the 50th time that night “trent what the fuck do you want i’m having a conversation” dominik turned away from you feeling uncomfortable from the sibling bickering and slight cock blocking from his friend. “i just wanted to see how you were doing” trent leans down to whisper in your ear “please don’t do anything stupid” you pushed trent away from you “just fuck off oh my god”.

some time had passed at the club and you and dominik were dancing all night. “we should go back to my place” dominik said in your ear over the loud music. “okay, but we have to figure out a way to get out of here without my brother knowing i’m going with you” so you texted your brother.

“hey trent, i’m not feeling well i’m gonna take an uber back to my apartment, get home safe, love you 🤍”

“okay, hope you feel better little sis, love you too🤍”

you and dominik left to his place. the second you entered the apartment dominik picked you up and carried you to his room kissing you will his lucious lips. “i’ve been waiting to take this dress off of you all night, i can’t wait to make you cum” dominik removed your dress and kissed down your torso until he reached your panties “have you ever been eaten out?” he looked at you with the filthiest eyes, mouth almost drooling thinking about how wet you are “nobody ever-” the feeling of his tongue made you choke on your words “ah what a shame, you taste heavenly” he worked his tongue against your folds and your clit tasting every drop of your wetness then he came up air for air rubbing your clit slowly “since you’ve never been eaten out, you’ve never been tongue fucked” he smiles at your confused face “what’s that?” he chuckles “let me show you” dominik shoved his tongue in your pussy moving his chin up and down fast making you moan. no man has ever treated you like this in bed, it was something you’ve never felt before. how could something feel so good and make you this happy, you instantly caught feelings. he continued to suck on your cunt while you rubbed your hands through his hair, you didn’t know if you were falling in love with him, his mouth or both. you patted his cheek “wait baby-” you realized what you just called a man you just met “baby?” “oh i didn’t mean to call you that i just-” “you sound worried as if i sound upset, i like it when you call me that” you felt relieved that he didn’t care “dom i want you inside me” he undressed himself in front you and got on the bed and put your legs on his shoulders kissing your legs rubbing his face against them “i think i’m falling in love with you”. he slowly entered his thick cock inside of your wet dripping pussy “you’re so wet baby” the strokes were slow but powerful, each time he pumped his cock in your pussy you both moaned, it’s like his cock was made just for you. dominik groaned “i’m getting so close” he started going fast and you started to scream feeling your orgasm creeping upon you. you and dominik came at the same time as you both felt an out of body experience, you never felt this connected to someone.

once you both caught your breath he took his time cleaning you off since he finished on your stomach. “do you want a glass of wine? you know i make good money i have the good stuff” you smiled and gave him a peck “of course baby go pour me glass”.

“i know this might be too fast or upfront and maybe this isn’t what you had in mind when you wanted to hookup with a guy after you went to a club but…do you wanna go out on a date? maybe dinner or if you really want to splurge we can go to paris for a day? i just wanna get to know you and spoil you a bit, i wanna treat you like a princess- no a queen.” you nearly cried at a man falling head over heels for you like you did for him “i would love that dom, let’s start out with dinner first though, i don’t wanna drain your pockets that much” you caressed his cheek and kissed him.

dominik left the room to get your glass of wine when your phone rang, it was trent. “why the fuck are you at dominik’s apartment y/n!?” you forgot you and trent turned on each other’s location just incase you split up at the club. how will you and dominik be together now that he knows?

#dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai smut #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #footballer x reader #footballer x you #footballer smut #footballer x y/n #football imagines #footballer drabble #footballer imagine #footballer fic #footballer fluff

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mountsgirl · 2 months

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Shower-Dominik Szoboszlai

In honour of last night’s Carabao Cup win

Pairing: Dominik x fem!reader

Summary: Dom makes it up to you

an: hi guys, so this is my first fic, hope you like it! based on a disscussion with a very lovely anon warnings: smut

'Come on, what was I supposed to do? Not talk to anyone?' he sighed, not understanding why you were so mad. “Dominik, she was all over you and you did nothing to stop her!” you say. The night out at a club in Liverpool with some of Dominik's teammates left a bitter taste as you had to watch girls throwing themselves at your boyfriend the whole time. 'You're just insecure, always thinking that I’ll leave you' your boyfriend says without even thinking about what came out of his mouth. You don't even try to argue with him, while holding back tears, you left your shared kitchen and decided to take a shower in order to calm yourself down. As you turned on the shower, you cursed at how cold the water was and quickly turned it to a hotter temperature. Tears started streaming down your cheeks with Dominik's words echoing in your mind. As he realized what he did and how this must’ve affected you, Dominik opened the bathroom door to find your silky black dress and underwear thrown on the ground and the shower cabin all foggy from the hot water. He stripped himself from his clothes and opened the shower cabin, much to your surprise. 'Get out!' you say firmly but he doesn't move and instead he kisses you hungrily, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer, feeling all of him. 'I'm sorry baby. You're the most gorgeous woman in my life and no one can take me away from you. I was an idiot, let me make it up to you szerelmem' he says getting down on his knees before you. You let out a moan as he smirks and puts your right leg on his shoulder. He traces your inner thigh with his lips, nibbling on your sensitive skin as your breath hitches in your throat. The next thing you feel is his tongue on your core, drawing endless moans of pleasure out of you. 'So wet and sweet, just for me, right baby?' 'Dominik please' you whine at the loss of contact. 'Please what?' 'Please touch me' you say and he doesn't need to hear anything more as his mouth make contact with your pussy again. Your thighs tremble at the pleasure you feel from his touch and your only reaction to the dirtiest sounds of him eating you out are the shameless moans you make. He holds your thighs with his strong hands, preventing you to close them as you feels your orgasm approaching. 'Dominik' you scream his name as he brings you to your climax, licking the juices running down your thighs. You let out another moan as he rises and kisses you like the world was ending right then and there. You wrap your arms around him as he holds you by your waist whispering in your ear 'I love you and I'm sorry, I didn't meant anything I said'. You kiss him again 'I love you too'.

#dominik szoboszlai imagines #dominik szoboszlai smut #dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai x reader #liverpool fc #lfc

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melanieph321 · 3 months

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Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - First Sight Part 1/8

The Spark

@trentione I got the gif from your page. It's what inspired me to write this story 🙌

This story is about the night reader met her boyfriend Dominik and the series of crazy events that led up to the beginning of their love story.

Enjoy!

"I don't wanna go."

"Y/N you can't say that when we're already here."

You were not antisocial, let's make that clear. But after a week of cramming for your nursing exam, the last thing you wanted to do was spend your Friday night at some random guy's apartment.

"Come on, Sami Chun and his friends are cool, we'll have a great time." Your friend, Tara, had to push you up the flight of steps up to the apartment, however, you paused mid step. "Friends? What do you mean his friends?"

She shrugged. "Well he said that he already had some people over, and that I should bring a friend too. So I brought you." She smiled.

"Great." You sighed. "It better not be all guys."

It was. Three guys joined by two naive girls. "You came!" Sami exclaimed. He welcomed you at the door, and everything about him screamed "I sell vapes to underage kids", mainly, because of the tooth pick that he wiggled between his newly bleached teeth, or the overzied white t-shirt he wore that stated that "Surf is life."

"Come in." He waved. " There's loads of beer in the fridge."

You followed him inside, clinging tightly to your purse. Tara seemed giddy with excitement whilst you were sure to be in the beginning of a movie meant to raise awareness about date rape drugs.

"Everyone, this is the girl I was talking about, Tara and her friend...."

It was a small apartment, small but surprisingly tidy for an engineering student. You turned the corner to what looked to be a bedroom turned into a living room. Your eyes swept past the two guys slouching one the sofa, instead frowning at the leather coasters beaneath the glasses of beer set on the table.

"Y/N?"

"Ouch." You groaned, as Tara's elbow stabbed you in the ribs.

"Introduced yourself." She hissed.

"What?"

Tara's eyes darted to her left, reffering to the guy's whose eyes were on you. "Introduce yourself." She repeated, through clenched teeth.

You raised a hand, waving awkwardly. "Hi, I'm Y/N and I'm an alcoholic."

Tara's head dropped to her hands, covering her face, disappointed and embarrassed by your response. However, your attention was drawn to the guys on the sofa, particularly the one with the dimples that flourished when he laughed. It lit something within you, a sudden spark that brought heat to your face. He was cute, dangerously cute. Like, let's rob a bank together cute. Or please let me sit on your pretty face cute. Except for the black tumbleweed growing out of his scalp, he was perfect.

"You guys want something to drink?" Sami offered, having to speak up as his friends laughter was contagious, causing the other guy, the one with the faded afro, to give away a thigh slapping laugh.

"Yeah, let me help you get it." Tara muttered, already regretting having brought you with her. She was clearly into Sami, wanting to impress him.

"Um, where's the bathroom?" You asked.

"Just down the hall and to the left." Sami instructed. He then disappeared into the kitchen with Tara. You nodded your head, excusing yourself as you left the guys on the sofa, effortlessly avoiding eye contact with the one whose face you'd like to sit on.

You took your time in the bathroom, snooping through cabinets as they were filled woth glamorous products that you didn't even keep at your own place. "Who is this guy?" You asked at one point, turning to read the label on the vitamin face serum, containin chemicals that guaranteed clearance of blackheads. Sami was either playing for another team, or very fond of his skin. Then again, it was more than homophobic to assume that only gay men had skincare routines.

"Fuck." You gasped as a knock on the bathroom door interrupted your snooping.

"You done in there?"

"Just a minute!"

You rushed to put everything back where you found it, only to be startled by Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face, as you went to unlock the door. He displayed a poisonous grin. "Are you good?"

"Um..." Great, he had an accent too. One you didn't recognize where it was from. "...sure." You said.

"You sure?"

"Sure." You nodded, taking a step to the side. "The bathroom is all yours."

He chuckled. "Well, I didn't really have to go. Your friend was asking where you went and I offered to go look."

"Oh." There it was again, that spark in your chest.

"I'm assuming you were snooping through Sami's belongings."

"What? No, I wasn't."

Thank God you were born black otherwise your face would have been crimson right now.

"You sure?" He enjoyed seeing you sweat, you could tell.

"Yeah, I'm sure. You don't even have any proof."

"Well, your friend said that you probably were snooping and that's why you were gone for so long."

Fuck. He got you there. But then he leaned forward, his cologne ambushing your nostrils when he whispered, "Don't worry, I won't tell." Again, you thank god for gifting you with your dark skin, otherwise it would have given you away. Given away how much he was turning you on.

"There you are." Tara said, seeing you trailing your steps behind Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face. The two of you entered the living room. It was now full of smoke by the way. Evaporating smoke that smelled like bubblegum cherry. Sami was passing around his vape pen, offering it arround to anyone who wanted a hit. Of course Tara wanted to smoke, blowing on Sami's pen as if he had offered to put his dick in her mouth.

"You want?" Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face said, offering you to take a hit of his own vape pen.

"I'm allergic." You replied, or more so, lied.

"Oh."

It was funny, him pulling back the pen as if its tip would burn you.

"Who's this?" You asked, leaning towards Sami's other friend who was also cute, but not as cute as Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face.

"You've never heard of Spitfire?" He asked suprised, turning up the volume to what you could only assumed to be some subculture British rapper.

"Trent only likes music that you can't dance to." Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face leaned in to whisper, his breath close to your ear, the smell of sour candy awakening the hairs on the back of your neck. Your turned to him, glaring curiously. "You dance?"

He grinned. "I'd dance with you."

"Shit. I think we're out of beer." Sami said, tossing the last can in the bin. "Someone's gonna have to make another beer run."

"I'll go." You volunteered, straightening your skirt as you stood up from having been vedged between Trent and Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face.

"Y/N?" Tara questioned, an anxious look on your face. "You're not thinking about going alone are you?"

You shrugged. "Why not? The shop is only around the corner, no? We passed it on our way here."

"Yes, but you've been drinking."

"I'll go with her."

There was movment behind you. The spark that lit within you already told you who it was.

"See, don't worry babe. Dom will go with her."

Tara looked to blush as Sami threw a reassuring arm around her shoulders, addressing her as "babe". That was the last of Tara's worries, she practically forgot about you after that.

"Your name is Dom?" You said, turning to Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face as the two of you went to put on your shoes in the hallway. He smiled, "What did you think it was?"

"Um..." You do not want to know buddy.

"It's short for Dominik but Trent doesn't let people we know call me that since he had a bully in primary school with the same name."

"So you remind of him, Trent's bully?"

The two of you stepped out of the apartment and took the elevator down. The night was cold once you were fully exposed to it, however, your jean jacket brought you some comfort.

"Apart from the name, I don't really think so. I don't think Trent would want to live with someone who reminded him of his childhood bully."

"So the two of you are roommates?" You asked as you and Dominik turned the corner, on the pursuit to buy beer from the corner shop down the road.

"And lovers." He grinned

"Oh, like me and Tara?"

His laughter echoed in the night, not expecting to meet his match. Little did you know that after the following events of this night, you would have met yours too.

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I Spy With My Little Eye

Dominik Szoboszlai x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dom is so cheesy but he also disappeared and you're like ??, a bit plot heavy, so many random tasks, reader thinks dom has lost his mind, major sweetness at the end.

Word Count: 970

Author's Note: dedicated to my fellow dom enthusiast @curiousthyme <3

This Christmas was different. Dom made you work for your gift rather than giving it to you; following the clues through the neighbourhood to your final gift.

There was some time before Christmas and Dominik suggested a trip to Germany, the place you two called home for quite a bit of time while he played with Leipzig. You still had your place there as you bounced back and forth between there and Liverpool for work so you two were staying there for a few days.

You felt the mattress dip, your boyfriend's warm hand on your forehead. His lips by your ear, "I've got some errands to run, sweetheart. I'll be back later." he whispers, kissing your head.

A mumble and you feel around, patting his cheek before rolling over and going back to sleep.

It wasn't until an hour later than you got up, finding Dom's side of the bed still empty. There was a note on the pillow, you assumed it was just him reiterating what he had told you before he left, knowing you'd be too sleepy to really listen to him.

You unfolded the page, reading the words he had scribbled down.

check your favourite hiding spot for a gift - xoxo D.

The sun peeked through the curtains, you forced yourself out of bed to go into the living room. The ottoman sat on the rug, you smiled to yourself. Dom never used the ottoman, in fact he hated the thing; it was ugly and clunky but you liked it for some reason so he left it. Plus he knew you used it as a hiding spot because he often forgot it was there.

Pushing the top open, there's a box wrapped up with ribbon and a note tucked under it. The note was opened first.

get ready and head to Julie's for the next note - xoxo D.

You had no idea what he was up to but you folded the page again, taking the lid off of the box to find a dress you had been telling him about for weeks. You haven't been able to find it in stores or online. You're not sure how he did it but you're sure he used his 'connections' as he called it to find it for you.

As the note said, you went through your morning routine and got ready, your coat wrapped around you and boots on as you headed out and into the snow.

The bell rings on the cafe door, the smell of baked goods welcomes you back home. "Y/n!" Julie beamed, you weren't expecting to see her in, especially not on a Saturday morning.

"Hey!" You smiled.

"Here you go," she passed you your usual coffee order and an envelope. You reach for your purse to pay her but she shakes her head, "Dom paid."

You smile, opening the envelope and reading the note.

meet me where we had our first kiss - xoxo D.

It takes you a moment to think back, it feels like a million years ago but then it hits you, the park.

You thank Julie for the coffee and you're off again, making your way through the snow, cursing Dom in your head for choosing a snowy day to do whatever it was that this was. It's a short walk to the park, specifically to the park rangers' office; yes you had your first kiss outside of their office. You were on a walk and it started pouring rain, Dom pulled you there to keep you out of the rain and kissed you for the first time there.

It was more romantic in the morning, but thinking about it now made you giggle.

You looked around for your boyfriend, hoping this would be the last of the walking as your legs were killing you.

Someone pats your shoulder, a park ranger. "Are you y/n?"

"Yeah," you nod, the man hands you yet another envelope. You're a bit annoyed, knowing you'd probably have to walk some more but you open it.

follow the ranger. no more walking, I promise - xo D.

It's as if he read your mind. "Lead the way," you tell the man, he nods and leads you over to one of their little cars.

You knew this path, it led to the gazebo at the edge of the park that overlooked the water. You get out of the car, thanking the man as you walk over to the gazebo. There are candles and flowers everywhere. As you make your way closer, you're expecting to see Dom but you don't.

A bit confused, you look around but then feel someone tap your shoulder; Dominik is on one knee behind you when you turn around.

"Dom.." You look at the man, your jaw hangs open slightly.

"Y/n," he smiles, "the last 5 years have been the best of my life, as cheesy as it sounds. You've been through the good and the bad, stuck to my side no matter what and I can't thank you enough for that. I hope you know how much you mean to me and will always mean to me so," he smiled at you again, opening the small box in his hand.

"Will you do me the honour and marry me?"

You're in shock, nodding but then you remember you actually have to answer him. "Yes!" You lean down, hands on his face as you kiss him. Dom stands, still kissing you for a moment before he pulls away, slipping the ring onto your finger.

Your boyfriend- fiancé, pulls you back into a hug, kissing you as he picks you up, giving you a good squeeze.

"I know you've always wanted a Christmas proposal but not on Christmas." He laughs, forehead pressed to yours.

You smile, tears in your eyes as your hand presses to his face. "It was perfect, perhaps less walking would have been better but still," you giggled, Dom kissed you once more, hugging you.

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