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Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Paper-thin walls and numerous noise complaints.
FULL BOOK: MIDNIGHT | L.R.H Warnings: None! Slight swearing if you squint hard enough Word Count: 2.8k Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
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Game Night was hosted every third Friday of the month. Cramped in the new tiny apartment, 7 friends and their significant others wound up on my shitty couch shouting nonsense at each other.
The living room consisted of the old couch, my TV on top of a cardboard box I hadn't quite unpacked yet, and numerous card games.
Holding the slip in my hand, I eye the timer in front of me on the makeshift coffee table My eyes scanned the paper quickly before jumping up and snapping my fingers, "Okay okay, it's born in the water but moves onto land when older."
My friends stare at me dumbfounded, their minds elsewhere as I furrow my brows and tap my feet numerous times. "Come on guys, it's what a tadpole turns into when it's older!" I'm practically yelling now, eyes darting between my friends sitting down and the tiny timer on the table.
"A baby turtle?"
"Andddd time"
I groan in annoyance, dropping the slip of paper while walking back to the spot on the couch, and plopping down with a huff.
"A baby turtle? Seriously?' I scoff, rolling my eyes at my friends who couldn't contain their laughter at my obvious annoyance.
"Okay I'll go nex-", My friend Abby was cut short by a knock on the door. It wasn't necessarily a pound, but it definitely made all of us go silent.
We all look at each other quickly, almost mentally counting everyone to make sure it wasn't an expected visitor.
I slide off the couch, my eyebrows raised for a moment before I walk towards the door. Standing on my tiptoes, I look through the peephole to see my next-door neighbor, Lucas, standing there with an annoyed expression painted on his face. I sigh and unlock the door, poking my head out with a smile.
"Are we too loud?", I ask with innocent eyes, my bottom lip tugged into my teeth as I speak quietly. Lucas gave a friendly smile, his eyebags hidden behind his eyeglasses as he turned to point at his door, "I know it's a Friday night but I'm really busy in the studio tonight... kind of hard to concentrate when there's a bunch of girls next door squealing over....?"
I finish the sentence for him, "If tadpoles are baby turtles." I rub the back of my neck shyly, laughing almost to myself.
"Right yeah, is there any way to keep it down just a tad?"
I give him a thumbs up before we part ways- him rubbing his eyes and kicking his door shut with his bare foot and me turning around and closing it softly. My friends all huddled up behind the door, eavesdropping on our conversation, and as soon as the door shut, they all squealed quietly.
"Oh my gosh! Y/n!", My friend Abby gushing, nudging me with her shoulder harshly. "You never told me you have huge chemistry with your neighbor?"
My eyes grow wide and my hands shoot up in defense, "Oh no- Lucas? He's just a neighbor"
All of my friends' eyes were on me now, and an awkward silence fell upon us. I give a mere shrug before walking back over to the coffee table to scoop up all the cards spawled across it.
"Game night at mine next time?", Abby asks from beside me, picking up the numerous cups with mysterious liquids in them with a disgusted look on her face.
I just nod in response, shoving the cards in their rightful places before sighing softly. We said our goodbyes with platonic kisses on the cheeks and dramatic waves before I was left alone in my apartment again.
It was cold, empty, and dead silent in here- completely opposite of the neighbor beside me I'd assume. My bedroom was similar to the living room- a tiny mattress rested on the floor and my toiletries were packed away in numerous boxes I was too lazy to unbox. My head hits the stiff pillow below me and I could hear Lucas in his bedroom strumming his guitar, humming to himself lowly.
It was a little after one o'clock in the morning, but he seemed to be wide awake singing.
"some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard"
It had officially been two weeks since the game night and two weeks since he came to my door. Lucas and I would occasionally make eye contact on the way to the mailboxes or even hold the elevator for one another- but not a single word was shared between us. He was always in his own world, his head bobbing to an imaginary beat inside his head.
Every night I could hear him singing to himself softly, the wall dividing our bedrooms was as thin as paper. The occasional groan and the sound of notebooks hitting the wall distracted me on nights I needed to sleep, but I never once said anything to him. He was a musician- and a very good one to say the least. I didn't want to be the annoying next-door neighbor.
I swing my door open, looking out into the hallway and scanning each door before finally averting my eyes to his own. The wrench in one hand was held on with a tight grip while the other hand carried the TV mount at my side. I could hear the sounds of various instruments being played from behind his door, his voice clearing every few moments to restart a lyric if it didn't sound right the first time.
The hand that held the wrench swung up, knocking on his door a few times before I took a step back and awkwardly looked around the hallway once again. The sounds from behind his door abruptly stopped and I could hear his heavy footsteps making their way towards the door now. Taking one more step back, I watched as Lucas opened the door and looked down at me,
"I'm sorry, am I being too loud?", He cheekily asked, a smile painted on his lips.
"No no, you're fine.", I laugh at his innocent teasing, quoting our most recent encounter. "I was actually coming over to see if you knew how to mount a TV", I poke my head around his figure and motion towards his apartment, "but seeing as you're busy-"
"I'm not busy." He corrects me, leaning inside his door to grab his keys before turning back towards me and grabbing the box from my hand. "Let me help you out, it'll take 10 minutes tops."
It didn't take 10 minutes. Hell, It didn't even take 30 minutes.
There Lucas and I both were, tools of various shapes and sizes sprawled out across my apartment floor and a cheap bottle of wine I found at the back of my fridge.
"Lucas are you sure you know how to-"
"It's Luke and yes, I know how to do this", he grumbles nonsense to himself as he flips through the instruction manual for the third time tonight. I sighed to myself slightly, trying to keep myself from laughing by taking a swig of the wine.
"Could always just use thumbtacks"
This makes Luke laugh, his eyebrows relaxing on his face and cheeks going bright red. He tosses the manual at me, and I put my hands up to defend myself.
"I'm pretty sure some thumbtacks couldnt hold a 35 pound Tv," He holds his stomach as he rolls around my floor, laughing loudly. I roll my eyes at this, groaning and tossing the screwdriver on the floor.
"Look, it's getting late. I'll just have you come over and do it another time.", I point towards the clock, which was held up with thumbtacks, that read two o'clock in the morning.
"Oh shit, sorry I totally spaced it," Luke stands up now, gathering up his tools quickly and giving me a crooked smile. "I'll swing by sometime this week to help you, I promise." I'm smiling now, shooing him out the door quickly.
"Yeah yeah see you later, rockstar", I tease and close the door abruptly, only to be stopped by a foot in the way.
"What are you doing tomorrow?", The way his eyes glimmered in the hallway light, his hair slicked back from sweat and cheeky dimples appeared as he smiled at me.
"I have finals tomorrow morning, and I'll probably be dead by the time its over- anytime after that I'm free.", I groan dramatically and push my palm into my forehead.
Luke just nods, freeing his foot from the doorway, and gives me a thumbs up, "I'll be sure to be quiet tonight so you can get your rest." I thank him kindly and give him a soft wave before closing the door behind him.
Luke was anything but quiet. I tossed and turned throughout the night, pushing the pillow closer to my ears as I heard him attempting to sing a lyric he wasn't even finished with. if there's one thing I've learned about him in the month and a half I've known him- he was a perfectionist. He sang the same things over and over countless times making sure it was absolutely perfect.
"Cause all these bodies are hoping to get addicted-"
I swing my arm up, smacking on the wall a couple times before groaning and letting it fall to my side once again. His side of the wall went silent immediately, the shuffling of papers and a small mumbled "sorry" was heard.
Luke had avoided me from that point forward: he didn't hold the elevator for me nor did he come and check his overflowing mailbox.
I found myself at his door once again, knocking in one swift movement before clearing my throat. I could hear him shuffling around his apartment, a loud thud followed by a "shit, one second!".
The door opens and a dripping-wet Luke is before me, a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. I blink a few times, holding my gaze above his shoulders out of respect.
"Why are you avoiding me", I ask in a monotone voice, cutting straight to the point. He raises his eyebrows at this now, one hand sassily on his hip.
"Who said I was avoiding you?", He chuckles lightly and opens the door wider, motioning for me to enter. My nose is filled with the smell of the oven baking something sweet mixed with his charcoal body wash. I step inside with a smile, closing the door behind me.
Luke wipes the water from his face and turns away from me, entering his bathroom for a split second, leaving me standing in his kitchen.
I glance around his living room: Pictures of his friends and family are hung up neatly on the wall, his instruments are laid out on the floor around his couch, and his bookshelf is overflowing with numerous copies of musical books.
He emerges from the bathroom once again, now clothed in a sweatshirt and basketball shorts and the towel that was once wrapped around his waist was now encased in his curls.
"I was just going to invite you over actually," He laughs again, flashing me his million-dollar smile before pointing at his dining table. It was decorated with a lace tablecloth, a small bouquet of flowers sitting in a glass-decorated vase, and a plate of steaming hot pasta was laid out. I smile to myself slightly, looking back up at him before taking my seat at the table, he rushes forward, scooting my chair in for me before taking his own seat across from me.
"What's the occasion?" I ask while picking up my fork, poking at the seafood pasta that was professionally plated. If you would've told me he hired a chef to make dinner- I would've believed you.
"I was loud on the night of your finals and I felt horrible knowing I kept you up all night", He picks up his napkin and places it neatly on his lap, "I wanted to make it up to you after I mounted your TV buttt you showed up a little early", He teases.
I take a bite of my food, groaning into the fork with a muffled giggle as my eyes look up at his. The food was amazing, and the flavor was intricately picked out to perfection.
Going back, this perfectly proved my point that Luke was a perfectionist.
We found small talk, conversing over what I was majoring in and what he was busy working on.
"So the album is almost done, I just need to finish this last song," He shrugs his shoulders and scrapes at the remains off his plate. I smile to myself, looking up now with innocent eyes, "Maybe I can help?"
He stands up abruptly, turning around and opening the oven to reveal the freshly baked brownies he had made- from scratch may I add. I groan in anticipation and rub my hands together dramatically. He grabs the brownies with oven mitts, turning around and facing me.
"If you want to help me, I'll allow it", he laughs and places the pan down gently and walks towards his living room, picking up a notebook that was previously thrown across the room.
"Here", he places it in front of me, removing my empty plate and walking
The notebook was written in barely eligible handwriting, with numerous words crossed out and mental notes scribbled on the sides.
Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard so if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word. when the doors are all closing.....It's bound to get ?? all these bodies are hoping to get addicted to
The rest of the page was scribbled out, lyrics that never made the cut. I snatch the pen from the metal spiral holding the pages together and click it once.
"it's bound to get.... loud?" I scribble it down next to the question marks and look up at him, scratching his chin with a nod. His cheeks were red now, the wine flushing through his body.
"What rhymes with loud?"
I look up at him now, as he scoots his chair right up next to me to the point our legs are touching.
"Cloud, hmmm,"
"Sound," we both say in unison.
Luke claps his hands together and grabs the pen from my hands, opening the notebook to a new page and scribbling down the new and improved lyrics. I watch him closely, the way his eyes twinkled and dimples poked through when he was concentrating.
I was so screwed. I was falling for my next door neighbor.
I didn't see him for another two weeks, his side of the wall seemed eerily vacant and completely silent. I even knocked a few times in hopes he'd knock back in some sort of rhythm, but there was no response.
Hearing the knock on my door shot my body out of bed, sweat dripping down my neck and sides. I groan and tap on my phone to check the time, blinding myself in the process. The pounding never stopped, not until I stumbled out of bed and opened my door. My heart skipped a beat, praying that the blonde would be on the other side with that cheeky smile I adored.
"Hello?", I ask in a groggy voice whilst rubbing my eyes and squinting up at the person who disturbed my slumber- at 2 a.m. may I add.
Instead of a person, I was met with an empty cold hallway. I avert my gaze down and towards my door mat. There, set up neatly was a bouquet of flowers with a note tied to the front with white lace.
I smile at myself and crouch down, picking up the thoughtful gift and looking down the hallway one last time before kicking my door shut.
Y/n,
I'm sorry I didn't see you before I left. Our album releases at 2:30am today and I was supposed to leave at 2... I just knew I had to leave you something on my way out. I hope you like the flowers I picked out my mom helped me.
I'd have probably sent you the link to the album by the time you finish reading this note.
I'm going to be all over the world, touring and doing what I love. I can't wait to be back home and see you again, i'll make sure to facetime every change I get.
love,
your rockstar
I could hear the familiar ringtone from my bedroom, alerting me that Luke was a man of his word. I wipe a few stray tears and make my way to the bedroom, snatching my phone up with my free hand and clicking the link he had sent me.
This is the song I spent the last 3 months working on, keeping you tossing and turning until finally you perfected it.
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i'll make up for all of your tears
Fic 1 of the 5 Seconds of Formula One series
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader
Song: Best Years by 5SOS
You've got a million reasons to hesitate
But darling, the future's better than yesterday
"This is a grade-F diamond, sir. It's 2 carats with a platinum band." The salesperson at the store started explaining as Max zoned out.
Being a Formula One Driver with multiple championships under his belt came with the perk of getting everything he wished for, and boy did he use it. However, the thing he wanted most, unfortunately, didn't come with a price tag on it.
He hated the name Y/N L/N, not the first part, the L/N part. He's been working tirelessly since he was 3 to change it to Verstappen and he's closer now than he ever was. Yet a little voice in him constantly whispered "What if you're not good enough for her?" Max knew that voice wasn't wrong.
2015
Max really missed his best friend. He was extremely grateful that he was on a flight home right now because he wasn't sure how long his sanity would last.
Max was ready to sprint to your house the minute they landed, but his father had other plans. Jos had arranged for a meeting with Max's team to discuss the season so far. Scoring points in his debut Formula One season wasn't something Max expected. He knew it was expected of him but never by him. Maybe it was beginner's luck or maybe he let it get to his head, he couldn't score any points in the last few races.
By the time the meeting was over, Max wasn't sure if he was still alive. He was tormented ruthlessly by his dad. He knew it was all for his good. Everything his dad ever did was for Max to become the World Champion one day. He understood that and he was beyond guilty for messing with that plan with his incompetency. Before he realised, his legs had brought him to your doorstep.
"Maxie! You're back!" The smile on your face was enough for Max. He spent the rest of the day in your room while you caught him up to speed with everything that had happened while he was away. "Oh and then Anton kissed me at the formal! It was beautiful, Max. He brought me flowers and everything" Max could feel his eyes twitching.
He wanted to be your first kiss. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it to the dance, but he didn't know he'd be losing you that night. "Anton kissed you?" he tried to remain calm. "Yes. Love Me Like You Do was playing, and it was all very romantic. You were right, Max. It was worth the wait. He even asked me out!" He was about to lose it.
Every time you complained that you hadn't had your first kiss yet, Max would ask you to be patient. He wanted to make something of himself before he kissed you and now it backfired on him spectacularly. "You let Anton kiss you?? That wimpy little bastard?" Anton wasn't going to win a beauty pageant any time soon but you liked him. He was your boyfriend.
"Don't call him that, Maxie. I really like him. He's nice to me."
"Yeah sure, did he have to use his inhaler mid-kiss?"
"Max that is so rude! Can you not be a jerk?" You tried your best to reason with him. "No no. I wish you and Anton a happy relationship. Don't come crying to me when you find out his dick is smaller than your pinky." Max stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way out. He knew he crossed a line. He could hear you crying. He hated the person he was in that room.
I wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you
Gave you a million reasons to walk away
Present Day
He'd been to every jeweller in Monte Carlo. Not a single one of them had a ring that would be worthy of your hand. Max was getting frustrated. He can't screw up the ring. It's the only thing that matters in a proposal. No one ever asks "Can I hear the long lame speech Max said on one knee?", it's always "Can I see the ring?" He sighed as he entered another store, Chaumet. It was supposed to have some unique pieces. The same warm tight smile welcomed him in the store. He explained to the salesperson what he was looking for. He was shown the same basic rings he saw in the last eight shops.
"No. No. No, none of these are good. I'm looking for something unique. Something extraordinary. This person means everything to me and while the ring can never be worthy of her, I want it to try." Max was exasperated. His throat was starting to close up and he looked like he was about to strangle someone. The employee gave a polite smile and went to the back. He returned with a small box.
"This is a pear-cut Amsterdam diamond. It's our rarest piece. This isn't for public display but I think this is exactly what you're looking for." The salesperson had a smirk that was proud yet humble at the same time. Max hesitantly took a closer look at the ring. It wasn't huge but it surely looked rare and exotic, just like you. "I'll take it"
2018
As you've done every year, you showed up to the Kumpen Christmas Dinner. But this time there was a man by your side. Lo and behold, it was Anton. To Max's frustration, Anton had quite the glow-up. He was no longer the skimpy little kid with an inhaler. And Max couldn't bear looking at you look at him like he hung the fucking moon and stars for you. You were supposed to look at Max that way.
"So, Max, how are things in F1 world?" You made polite conversation as you cut your steak. "It's alright," Max replied. "You know, Anton works at Goldman Sachs. Aren't they a sponsor of some Formula One team?" You questioned. "Ah yes. We sponsor Mclaren." Anton smiled. "Maybe you two should visit Max during one of his races next season. Wouldn't that be nice?" Sophie suggested. "Oh, that would be fun! We should plan that, Max." You were excited by the idea.
"I don't know. Christian wouldn't be happy with letting in Mclaren people in the garage."
"We'd come as your friends"
"Yeah, I don't think so." Max stood up dropped his serviette and walked out the door. Of course, it wasn't his first time walking out of a room you were in.
Max knew it was a really bad idea to go to a strip club. He makes bad decisions even when calm and sober, who knows what will happen when he's angry and shit-faced. He was cold from walking in the snow for the last three hours and it was the only place open at 1 am on Christmas Day.
He couldn't see well in the dark but he sort of remembered tipping a stripper âŹ1000 for a lap dance. He was getting angrier by the second. He was losing you by the second and there was nothing he could do to get you. He waited too long and everything slipped away from him. He had officially hit rock bottom.
"Hey, sexy. I'm Y/N. You here all by yourself?" Max thought he was hallucinating. There was no way you were at the strip club. He turned to see a blonde in a baby-blue bodysuit. It wasn't his Y/N. "What's your name?" Max slurred. "It's Y/N. But I can be whatever you want tonight." She started running her finger up his torso. "No. No. I want you to be Y/N." Max got up and dragged her to the private room.
I wanna hold you hair when you drink too much
Carry you home when you cannot stand up
Present Day
It's been a week since Max got the ring. He kept it safely hidden. He couldn't find the perfect moment to pop the question. He wanted everything to be perfect for his perfect girl. He can't mess this up.
2020
"He broke up with me" You stood in front of his flat. Max took a second to process the sight in front of him. You were clearly drunk and had been crying. Your makeup was running down your face. There was a dirty bouquet tightly clutched in your hands. Max simply brought you in and sat you on the couch while he went to grab some wet wipes.
He could hear your quiet sobs from his room. His heart broke to see you like this. He wanted to kill Anton. That motherfucker should've been dead long ago. He was spared for Y/N. Nothing was protecting him now. Max put away those thoughts for a bit and worked on getting you sober.
He walked into the living room. "I threw up." You said staring at the ceiling. There weren't any emotions in your eyes. You looked like a shell of the person you once were. Max carried you to the bathroom. He'd worry about the mess later.
He sat you on the counter and started wiping away your makeup and tears. You soon started to heave and leapt towards the toilet. Max held your hair back as you were throwing up. Part of him knew this was his redemption. This was his chance to make you, his. Unfortunately, he was raised better. He wasn't going to ask you out until he was worthy of you. He discarded those thoughts and carried you to the bed, pulling a duvet over you.
"Maxie, I'm still mad at you for not making it to the formal." He heard you mumble with your eyes still closed. "Me too, schatje. Me too." He whispered and turned off the light.
But I'll build a house out of the mess And all the broken pieces I'll make up for all of your tears
Present Day
Max could barely focus on the slides. He was stuck in an aero meeting, but his thoughts were all on the little black box burning a hole in his pocket. Of course, he carried it to Milton Keynes. He carries it everywhere.
He replayed every scenario where he was an asshole to you. You forgave him every time, but he knew he wasn't worthy of your forgiveness. You were too pure, too sweet for him. One misstep and you'll recoil away from forever. His stomach gurgled and he started sweating. He could feel his heartbeat racing.
"Excuse me." He walked out of the room with the little modesty left in him before sprinting outside. Fresh air and your voice are the only things that could save him now.Â
âHey. Itâs me.â
2021
Everything was down to the last lap. This was everything Max had worked for. Every late night, every lashing from his dad, every missed formal, every second he spent away from you. It was all for this very second. As he turned towards Turn 16 in the Yas Marina Circuit, your face was all he could see. The chequered flag waved as he crossed the line. Heâs won the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, heâs won the World Driverâs Championship. Most importantly, heâs won you. Heâs finally worthy of you.Â
He could not care less about the controversy surrounding his win. He parked his car in the No. 1 spot and ran towards his team. This was his moment, he wasnât going to let some legal altercations take it away from him.Â
He spotted you in the crowd from the podium, you were crying and screaming the Dutch National Anthem. After the champagne, he chucked the trophy at his physio and ran to you. He wasnât going to wait anymore. No more missing anything. He was all yours if you had him.Â
You were waiting for him near the Red Bull garage. âY/N. I need to talk to you.â Before you could reply, he pulled you aside. âIâve waited long enough. I spent the last 21 years making a better man of myself. I donât know if that cancels out on all the times Iâve been rude and insensitive to you. But schatje, I promise, from this second I will do everything in my ability to make myself worthy of you and your love.âÂ
I promise, darling, you won't regret The best years I'll give you the best years
Present Day
You were gonna come home any minute. Max had spent the entire day cleaning the house and cleaning it again. He even pulled out some Christmas lights and decorated the living room. âMaybe I should light some candlesâ He wondered out loud. Jimmy jumped onto the sofa from nowhere, scaring Max and negating the candle idea.Â
When he said he was going to ask you to marry him in your house, his friends and family considered it a bit unromantic. His mum and sister went as far as sending him blogs titled âTop 10 romantic spots to get engagedâ But this house was more than just a house, it was home. The pair of you carefully curated and constructed this house, making it your very own.Â
The Smart Home system alerted Max that there was movement in the garage. You were here. He did a quick sweep of the room and sighed. He wasnât sure if the sigh was out of anxiety or happiness, but he was going to find out in about 5 minutes.
The front door opened. âMax. Iâm home.â You called out like you did every day. You placed your keys on the little Lighting McQueen and Sally key stand on the wall. Sassy was already nudging at your legs begging for attention. âHey, girly. Whereâs daddy?â You cooed. The house was a little too quiet. Maybe Max was in the sim room. You walked to the living room and turned the lights on.Â
âWhat the fuck?â were the first words to come out of your mouth when you saw the entire room glowing with Christmas Lights and Max on one knee in the middle of the room. You must be asleep. There is no way this is happening.Â
âHi.âÂ
âHi.â You started to tear up.
âY/N. Iâve given you a million reasons to hesitate, a million reasons to walk away. Yet you stayed by me, every single time. I couldnât ask for a better friend, a better lover and a better wife to spend the rest of my life with. Iâve wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you when I shouldâve been by your side. I want to hold your hand as we grow old. I want to carry you home when you cannot stand up. You did all those things for me when I was half a man for you. But darling, I promise, Iâll give you the best years. Will you marry me?âÂ
âYes, Max. I want to marry you.â
A/N: Ahh!! The first fic is out now!! I truly enjoyed writing this. If you saw this being posted on Nov 2 instead of Nov 1, as per schedule, turn the other way pls thanks. Oscar x English Love Affair is next. See you all on November 8. Send an ask to be added to the taglist.
Love, Abby x
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middle of the night. lrh
pairing: luke hemmings x fem! reader
summary: you're awaken in the middle of the night by your best friend and roommate, luke, who's having quite a risque dream.
warnings: 18+ only. minors DNI. cursing, degradation, wet dream, slight sir kink, unprotected sex, creampie, friends to lovers without the plot lol.
word count: 3,381
a/n: this only exists bc one of my friends on twt sent me a pic of luke that i can't find for some reason but all it made me think of was roommates x wet dream x well, smut. idk! i hope you enjoy!
feedback and constructive criticism welcome. requests are open!
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"Fuck, just like that."
It's the middle of the night when you begin to stir, a small ache in your shoulders from the uncomfortable couch you and your roommate had fallen asleep on some hours ago, your eyes hesitantly and sleepily blinking open.
A soft glow of light from the television hardly illuminates the dark living room, a small yawn escaping your lips. A few incoherent mumbles continue to escape your best friend's lips, a slew of stifled moans and shifting limbs following them.
Peeking over your shoulder, you can barely make out the pale boy's features, his eyelids fluttered shut and lips slightly agape. "So good, Y-"
"Luke?" You nudge his bare arm with your elbow, feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks at the quick realization he's having a far from innocent dream. You try again, with a bit more force, despite the exhaustion coursing through you from the lack of sleep. "Luke."
"Hm?" the blonde suddenly blinks awake, slightly panicked as he sits himself up, eyes hazy and distant. "What's wrong?"
You stifle a giggle at his wild hair and confused expression, his bare chest still heaving slightly from his startled state. "Nothing's wrong," you say, "You woke me up."
"Oh," a pink hue washes over him, swallowing a thick lump forming in his throat, blinking away the images left behind from his stupid little dream about his pretty roommate. "Sorry. Fuck, what time is it?"
"Uh," you crane your neck, narrowing your eyes to catch sight of the small digital clock on the stove not far from you. "Half past three."
"Shit," Luke quietly hisses, shuffling underneath the knitted blanket covering you both, feeling a bit restricted in his jeans. With each blink of his eyes he can't stop picturing the sinful fucking sight he'd been dreaming about. "Sorry for waking you."
"It's fine," You dismiss him with the wave of your hand, backside still pressed against the boy's clothed thigh, thinking nothing of the position. A small smirk however twitches at your lips. "Dreaming about Julia again?" you tease, pushing your lips to the side.
Luke shoots you a glare, clearly unamused by your attempt at a joke, though his heart skips a beat at the simple idea that you knew what type of dream was unfolding behind his eyelids. "No, Julia's annoying."
"I thought you said Rachel was annoying?" your brow quirks, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.
"I said Rachel's obnoxious," he clarifies with a simple scoff, slinging his arm over the back of the couch, muscles flexing and catching your attention, "Why do you care anyway?"
Your breath hitches momentarily, affected unfamiliarly by the simple sight. Youâve seen Luke shirtless a million times - hell, you've cuddled on this very couch on more than one occasion. Platonically, of course.
You ignore the blush on your cheeks and the small frustration bubbling in your stomach from his question, "I don't," you shrug, though he isn't convinced, "I'd just rather not be woken up by your stupid wet dreams."
Luke's eyes quickly widen, lips parting in slight shock at the confrontation, though he doesn't utter a single word to defend himself. You just offer a simple soft laugh before getting up from the couch, fetching the two of you a glass of water.
When you return, Luke's jeans impossibly tighten at your attire, your crooked little tank top and sleeping shorts, unknowingly bunched at the tops of your smooth tanned thighs. Fuck.
Never had Luke looked at you, his best friend of nearly ten years in a sexual or romantic way, but the absence of a bra on your upper half and the little patch of exposed skin between the hemline of your tank top and waistline of your shorts has him on the brink of drooling.
"Hello, Earth to Luke," your hand waves in front of the boy's eyes, blinking out of his terrible, terrible thoughts to see you standing at the end of the couch, a glass of water in your palm. "You alright?"
A shaky hand reaches for the glass, nearly spilling the liquid all over his lap as he desperately brings it to his lips, chugging the contents in almost record time. Your brow raises curiously.
"You got that worked up over a dream?" You laugh softly, taking a seat beside him, legs criss-crossed while you sip on your own glass of water, no idea the effect you have on the blonde boy at this moment. "Damn, Luke, it's like you're sixteen all over again."
"Shut up," he exhales loudly, placing the now empty glass on the side table, raking a hand over his face. God, why now? Why in the hell is he having inappropriate dreams about his best fucking friend? "Drop it." Luke shoots you a stern glare, only fueling you further.
A mischievous smile appears on your lips, quickly disappearing as you compose yourself, feigning innocent curiosity. "Let me guess," you start softly, pretending to ponder, "Doggy? No, that wouldn't rile you up," you shake your head quickly, fingers tapping on the side of your glass, "Reverse cowgirl."
"Y/N." he mutters through gritted teeth, white knuckling the arm of the couch, fearful to glance at the brunette. "Stop."
"What?" you giggle quietly, "Oh come on, don't go all innocent on me now," your eyes roll playfully, "Not like I haven't heard it all before."
"I'm serious," Luke grumbles, trying to regulate his breaths but struggles, nearly full fucking mass in his jeans now. Thankfully the knitted blanket bunched in his lap prevents you from realizing how fucking turned on he is. "Cut it out."
Luke chooses the wrong moment to glance at you, just as youâre leaning towards the opposite end of the couch to place your half empty glass on the other side table, giving the blonde a perfect view of your backside. Fucking hell.
"You're no fun," you pout, turning back to him and meeting his darkened eyes, barely visible from the glow of the television. To this, your breath falters, noticing his tense demeanor. "What?"
"Go to bed." he suddenly says, not bothering to break eye contact between you two, watching as your tempting little lips part in genuine confusion. Had you pushed too far? Crossed a line?
"Luke, I was just teasing-"
Luke's eyes narrow at you, almost menacingly, enough to make you choke down your words. "Y/N, if you're not in your bed in the next thirty seconds I'm going to do something we can never come back from."
To the blonde's surprise, you stay put. Not out of fear, or worry that youâve done something wrong, but because youâre simply curious. Folding your hands in your lap, you remain silent, awaiting the boy's reaction with nervously pursed lips.
His blue eyes flicker to those little fucking shorts, hardly covering you, and stifles a groan. "Come here," he says lowly, tongue tracing the inside of his lip. Hesitantly, you slowly crawl the short distance before sitting beside him on your knees. "God damnit, Y/N."
"What?" you ask, nearly a whisper, unaware of the effect you have on him. "Look, if I went too far I'm sorry-"
"Shut up."
"Luke-"
"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N," Luke sighs frustratedly, tearing his eyes from yours, "Do you not get it?"
"Get what?" your fingers anxiously tap on the tops of your thighs, biting the inside of your cheek, filled with worry.
"My dream wasn't about Julia or fucking Rachel," he scoffs, turning to face you again, his adam's apple bobbing slowly, "It was about you."
Your breath hitches. Are you still half asleep? Did Luke really say-
"Me?" you whisper before quickly shaking your head, "Luke, that's not funny, okay? I don't know what game you're playing-"
Your words cease when a warm, calloused hand finds your thigh, gripping the soft skin firmly. "I'm not fucking with you," he tells you, "I don't know where the fuck it came from but those goddamn shorts of yours aren't helping right now."
Swallowing the thick lump of nerves in your throat, the words falling from your lips aren't remotely close to what Luke could have ever predicted. "So do something about it."
"Oh fuck me," a low groan leaves Luke's throat, tossing his head back momentarily, "Don't have to tell me twice."
And suddenly Luke's hand is on the back of your head, pulling you toward him forcefully to claim your lips in a messy, desperate kiss. You instantly melt into him, the taste of popcorn still lingering on his chapped lips from the bowl youâd shared hours ago.
Luke doesn't hesitate to swipe his tongue along your lower lip, pushing your kiss deeper as you brace yourself by grasping at his shoulder, a soft moan escaping your lips, which Luke is eager to swallow.
The blonde's unoccupied hand finds your hip easily, thumb firmly pressing against the bone there, his remaining fingers digging into the fabric of your pathetic excuse for shorts. Your hips instinctively roll at the contact.
Luke's regretfully pulling away, both of you adorning swollen, pink lips and flushed cheeks, even in the low light of the television it was quite obvious. "Fuck, you have no idea-"
"Me too," you cut him off in a whisper, eyes flickering between his and his intoxicating lips. "Luke-"
"Fuck, what've we done?" he mumbles more so to himself, though he doesn't retract his hands and you donât bother to tell him to. "Y/N, I'm so sorry-"
"Just shut up," you shake your head, free hand grasping at the chain looped around his bare neck and pulling him forward, claiming his lips just as he had done to yours previously. He doesn't protest when you sling a leg over his lap, thighs settled on either side of his, eliciting a deep groan from his throat.
When your lips part, his eyes hesitantly flicker between yours and your new position, your hips flush against his own. "Are you- are you sure?"
You shyly nod. A groan of disapproval leaves Luke's lips, his grip tightening on the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair, pulling you closer to him as if your chests hadn't been brushing the entire time. "Yeah, silence doesn't work for me, Y/N."
"Yes," you breathe out, clenching your thighs desperately, "Yes, I'm so fucking sure, Luke. Please-"
"Fuck," he grits out, hips bucking against your center, "So fuckin' needy for me, aren't you?" When your eyes widen at his crass words, Luke's lips twitch into a sly, crooked smirk, filled to the brim with satisfaction. He tugs the strands between his fingers again. "Aren't you?"
"Yes- fuck."
The hand not grasping your hair retreats to your upper thigh, thumb resting in the crease there, fingernails digging into your soft skin and forcing his clothed length against your sensitive center. "Feel that, sweetheart?" Luke's tone lowers, fighting the urge to moan at the feeling alone, as he breaths low and slow against your lips, taunting you, "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you."
"Please," you helplessly whimper in response, eyelids tempting to flutter shut at the simple feeling, Luke's cock twitching in the confinement of his jeans at your sinful little plea. Never in his life had he imagined a scenario with you like this becoming a reality.
Luke quickly taps your thigh so youâll raise yourself, allowing him to kick off the thin knitted blanket on his lap, exposing the outline of his achingly hard length in his fitted jeans, the blonde's jaw tensed so hard his teeth begin to ache. He can't fucking begin to imagine how good youâre going to feel wrapped around him.
His ringed fingers fumble with the button and fly of his dark jeans, too fucking anxious to finally set his cock free. He leaves them pooled around his knees carelessly, his fitted black boxers following suit. A soft hiss leaves Luke's lips at the release. You, however, are at a loss for words.
Sure, your mutual friends have always joked about Luke's dick- but never did you fucking imagine there being a lick of truth to their absurd statements.
"You-" you breathlessly choke out, unable to look away from his length, eyes widened and suddenly feeling a stir in your stomach. "There's no fucking way, Luke-"
"What, am I too big for you?" Luke teases in a low tone, a sickening little smirk on his lips, head cocked to the side. "You don't think you can handle it?"
As youâre shaking your head and finally tearing your eyes away, you meet his gaze, hesitant. "I- I don't know-"
He lets out a low, sinister chuckle before his hands are on your hips again, pulling your clothed center flush with his exposed length, ghosting his lips against yours. "Too fuckin' bad, sweetheart, you're gonna take it and I don't wanna hear a single fucking complaint."
A low, drawn out whimper escapes your poor lips, swallowing your nerves while Luke continues to jut his hips. "Yes, sir." the words fall from your mouth before you can even process them.
"Ah, what a good girl, hm?" the boy hums against your lips, "Gonna fuck you so good, Y/N, I promise."
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please, sir."
"Goddamn," he pulls away slightly, so fucking hard he's nearly on the brink of orgasm from the simple word alone, ringed fingers retracting from your hip to the thin, stretchy material of your shorts, sliding between your thigh and the fabric until his forefinger finds the dampened material of your underwear. "You want me that fucking bad? Hm? Had to go and get this fucking wet for me?"
"Luke-"
"Fucking pathetic," he scoffs, sending a shock straight to your spine as he slowly teases his finger against you, pressing firmly against your clit like some fucking expert. "Can't wait to watch you sink down on my cock."
Youâre already a fucking mess and he's barely touched you, fingers grasping at the thin underwear and sliding them to the side, Luke's free hand preparing himself and pressing his tip against you. "So fuckin' wet, don't need nothin' else."
You suck in a deep, loud breath as Luke begins to push inside, giving you no mercy as his hands find your hips yet again and force you down his entire length, your hands grasping desperately onto his broad shoulders. "Fuck-" you croak out, eyes pinching shut at the sudden stretch. "Oh my-"
"S'okay baby," he coos softly, thumbs pressing firmly onto your hips, no doubt leaving bruises there you'll find in the morning. Well, later in the morning, that is. "M'gonna take good care of you."
Your fingernails absentmindedly dig into his pale, freckled skin, feeling tears begin to prick at your eyes. Youâd never felt so- so full.
"Please, Luke-" your throat suddenly runs dry, eyes flying open as he uses the grip on your hips to pull your body upwards, forcing your back down onto his length roughly. "Fuck-"
"Quiet," he interjects curtly, "Want you to take my fucking cock the way I give it to you. Cry all you want, sweet girl."
The pain of the stretch doesn't last long, thankfully, though each rough thrust of Luke's hips has your vision blurring, the sound of his thighs smacking against the back of yours bouncing off the walls of your quiet shared apartment.
You adjust to the blonde's deep, rough rhythm, the fabric of your flimsy little tank top settling just below your breasts, catching Luke's eye. Managing to continue his pace, his teeth capturing the metallic black lip ring tucked in the corner of his mouth, one of his hands slides the fabric further until they're both exposed to him.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," he grunts softly, wetting his bottom lip due to the tempting fucking sight of you sinking down on his cock like the good fucking girl you are. He cups one of them, a whimper leaving your mouth amidst mumbled curses. "You feel so fucking good on my cock."
"Luke-"
"Say it, Y/N. Fucking say it."
"Sir, please-"
"Fuck," he grits his teeth for the millionth time, the word never growing old as it reaches his ears, before he's suddenly halting, pressing his hips firmly against you until youâre nearly out of breath. So goddamn deep.
It takes less than a second before he's pushing you onto your back, still connected and instead of grasping your hips his hands find your knees, pressing your thighs flush against your chest.
Luke sucks in a quick breath, standing on his knees as his jeans are still pooled around them, restricting him slightly but he simply doesn't give a fuck right now. Slowly retracting his cock, he keeps his eyes on your pretty little lips as he pushes his hips forward suddenly, hitting an entirely new spot and causing a borderline scream to leave your mouth.
"Fuck-" you gasps, lips parting and resting a hand on your bare breast to ground yourself, thighs already shuddering from one fucking thrust. This only heightens the blonde's satisfaction, ignoring the small beads of sweat that begin to accumulate on his forehead. "Oh my fucking god-"
"Fuckin' told you," Luke grunts, a white knuckle grip on your knees, preventing any pushback you attempted to give as your thighs shake beneath his hold, "Told you I'd fuckin' ruin you, didn't I?"
"Y-yes-"
"That feel good, sweetheart?" he rasps, throat nearly raw from the groans and moans he continues to stifle, "Feelin' me so goddamn deep inside of you?"
"Luke, please- so- so deep-"
"Yeah, baby," instead of gripping both of your knees, Luke decides to rest his forearm against them to keep you in place, snaking his free hand between your thighs, attaching his thumb to your sensitive clit, a desperate little whimper leaving you. "You're doin' such a good job, takin' me so well."
You instinctively clench around him, causing a hiss to leave his lips, eyelids falling shut at the overstimulation. "I'm- oh fuck-"
"That's it," he responds lowly, not slowing down his harsh, deep thrusts, rendering you nearly breathless. "Come on, fuckin' cum all over my cock."
"Sir- I-"
"Fuck," Luke grunts, continuing his quick firm movements against your swollen, sensitive clit, as you clench harder and harder around his cock. "Good fucking God, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."
"Please, please cum with me-" you ramble helplessly, eyes flying open and meeting Luke's darkened blues, his breaths growing ragged and chest so fucking tight from the sight of desperation on your face. "Please."
Luke's thrusts grow sloppily, orgasm building quickly in his stomach, lower lip tucked between his teeth. One last particularly deep thrust, hitting that goddamn special little spot has you gasping for breath. Feeling your release coat his length, he finally lets go, hips stuttering to a slow pace, eventually stopping all together.
Both of you adorn heaving chests as the sound of your breaths echo the living room, both covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Y/N-"
"Holy shit, Hemmings," You manage to choke out, every goddamn inch of your body now sore, choking back a whimper as the blonde slowly slips out of you. "I didn't- fuck."
"Didn't what?" Luke asks, just as breathless, knees reddened from the friction against the sofa, tugging his boxers up his thighs and tucking himself inside of them. "Are you okay?"
"There's no goddamn way we can ever be friends," You slowly slink your knees down, feet flat on the couch's cushion. Luke's lips pull into a frown at your words, about to interject before a little laugh escapes you. "Not if you fuck like that."
Luke playfully smacks your thigh, "You fuckin' scared me, Y/N, don't do that," he leans forward to hover over you, eyeing the snide little grin on your pretty lips. "Come on, if you shower with me I'll reward you for bein' so good."
Your dazed blue eyes blink slowly, watching Luke smile admiringly down at you. You both know there's no coming back from this, no way youâll ever be just friends again.
And you don't mind one bit.
"The only way I'm showering with you is if you carry me, I'm fucking wrecked."
"I think that can be arranged."
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my poor brain.
calum hood x reader; SMUT!!!
a/n: this one has been cooking for a little while teehee đ some more smut (high edition) because apparently that is all i am capable of writing â and plus, we need some more calum on this blog <3 enjoy!!
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The drug made your head spin, taking one slow, deep breath as colorful specks clouded your peripheral vision. Did it feel euphoric, though. Your eyes hooded, staring up at the popcorn ceiling which spun gradually. It made you dizzy, you had to close your eyes. However, they opened immediately after you thought you heard the sounds of footsteps approaching and a soft laugh came from your boyfriend.
âDonât think that's yours, sweet pea.â He sat on the edge of the bed, just next to where you were laying with your head half-way on the pillow.
âWhatâs yours is mine too, now.â You mumble as lovingly as you could manage, a lazy smile followed as your head lulled to the side to look at him. He had more. He was over the rolling tray as you perked up, then slowly began to straighten up on the bed. The change in position made you all muddled again, a wave of warmth rushed over you as you shuffled closer to Calum and wrapped your arms around his middle. Your chin rested on his shoulder to watch what he was doing, but the soft pump of your heartbeat blended with his and echoed in your ears. You could hear his breathing through the haze, everything was just so slow. So slow, and so warm. He brought his free hand up to cup your cheek, pressing the thin paper closed with the tip of his tongue. âThatâs my way of saying youâre mine.â Your thought finally finished, nose pressing into his hair as he let go of your face to grasp for the patterned lighter left on the bedside table.
âMm, you stole that from me too.â He hummed, that was what he had told you at some point during your year of being together. Clothes were shared between the two of you to the point where you didnât know what belonged to you anymore, but you couldnât focus on your blatant plagiarism. Now, you could hear the flicker of the lighter, the crackling and hissing of the joint and Calumâs frame expanding as he inhaled. Dizzy again. You had no idea how anyone could make taking a drag like that as attractive as he did, your pupils dilated to accompany the glossy shield as you admired him. The hollowing of his cheeks as he pulled, joint still a flaming orange as he pushed out the blue-tinted smoke ahead of him. His hair had grown into a thick mess of black and blond atop his head, so easy for you to tangle your hands in⊠but they were too occupied tracing small shapes into his sides. He offered you the burning joint, to which you politely declined by shaking your head.
âShotgun me.â You said just above a whisper, followed by another dazed smile as you poked your tongue out to wet your lips which felt endlessly dry. Calum breathed out a laugh, shaking his head as he flicked the lighter once more.
âSo bold, Y/N.â He teased, you giggled and waited so very patiently for the moment he made your wish come true. Another flick of the lighter, and another, and another⊠Calum cursed. This made you whine.
âCal..â You pouted, slowly falling back into a kneeling position, sitting on your heels as Calum got up to search for a lighter that wasn't all burnt and useless.
âIâm cominâ baby, Iâm cominâ...â He rushed to dig through his coat pockets, letting out a breath of relief as he tossed the old piece of plastic off to his desk and used this new lighter. It felt like hours, such long hours until he was finally standing just in front of you as you stood on your knees at the edge of the bed. Soft navy blue sheets crinkled under your weight, wrapping your arms around his neck to feel the same shift of fabric on his shirt, Calumâs free hand cupped your jaw, rough pad of his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip and making you feel like the most wanted in the world. You could see every little detail, half-lidded eyes, full lips wrapped around the paper, you leaned in just at the right time as he pushed the smoke past your lips. You could only let out a soft hum into his mouth which sounded more like a reaction to pleasure, Calum briefly pulled away to set the joint down onto the ceramic ashtray. Just before he kissed you again, he leaned in close and hovered while brushing his top lip against your bottom one. A sigh of want exited you, a quick, sharp inhale taking its place as Calum forced your lips back together and moved the hand that was on your jaw all the way down to the small of your back to ensure you didnât fall back. He was bending you down, holding on carefully as you made out and he couldnât hold your bodies up anymore. You were finally laying down on the bed again after shuffling out from that kneel, ankles hooked around his waist to hold him close.
âGuys are downstairs.â He mumbled between kisses, squeezing his eyes shut as your warmth pressed into his hips.
âSo?â You whispered back, now rushing to tangle your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck so he could never get away from you. Calum whispered some nonsense about them expecting the two of you to come down soon, all you did was move those kisses to his cheek, then his soft jaw, then his neck just about as far as you could get without him resisting. You lifted your leg slightly, thigh pressing into where he stirred in his sweatpants.
âSo.. theyâll wonder why weâve been gone so long.â Calum replied, but it didnât really sound like he was trying to fight back too much. Especially with how breathy he got at the end of his sentence, you knew he just couldnât say no.
âWe can be quick.â You traced your fingertips along the curve of his jaw just as you let your head drop back down into the bed.
âYou know I can never just be quick with you.â Calum began to push your (his) top up your body either way, his fingers were so warm against your body that the contrast made you shiver. He was so gentle, so intoxicating that without another word you lifted your arms to bring the shirt over your head and throw it off to the side.
âYâknow..â You mumble, hands immediately finding the hem of his shirt as well before making the same moves Calum had to take your shirt off. Then you trailed off, taking a moment to think as your boyfriend stared back at you with curiosity. âForgot what I was gonna say.â You giggled, a soft one that turned into a quiet laugh as Calumâs hands trailed over your sensitive, ticklish sides.
âYouâre silly.â Was all he could say, leaning in and pressing soft kisses to your stomach despite your body constantly wiggling against him. It was like a battle to get you to stay still⊠he blew a raspberry into your skin just below your navel.
âCalum!â You gripped the sheets and laughed, but the more you laughed the more those soft waves of euphoria washed over you and made your grip weaker. All to distract you, since you had no idea that your panties had come off in that instant.
Calumâs lips twisted into an amused grin against your skin, pulling away and looking down at you with those sweet chocolate eyes almost completely darkened with desire. His eyes were so beautiful, just so goddamn beautiful. It was like Calum could see your thoughts in the way your expression softened once you got to losing yourself in his deep, hypnotizing irises. He didnât speak a lot, he never spoke an excessive amount while making love, but he didnât need to. There was an understanding in you both almost at all times. However, it was nice to hear his voice.
âYâready for me, sweet pea?â Calum said in a breath, his eyes roaming every inch of your face, towards your hair fanned out across the blankets, then following the line of your jaw and the fading hickeys he had left just the day before.
âMmhm..â You nodded with that weak hum, nothing that was going on past your field of vision had registered in your slow moving mind, but hell, it did when you felt him sink inside.
It didnât even take a second, you were already starting to writhe slightly against the blankets and silently beg for more with quiet, needy huffs of breath and eyes suddenly wider than before. Calum would be smiling at the sight of you if he werenât so focused on making sure you didnât hurt yourself with how much you moved.
âSlow down.. sâokay. Iâm gettinâ there.â He squeezed your hip to put your wiggling to an end, it all just felt so realâ more real than anything has felt in the last hour.
His words soothed you a little bit, though at this point you werenât sure if the things you thought you were saying actually made it past your lips. It all just moved so slow, so slow and loving.
Calum would mutter these little phrases under his breath, right next to your ear so you could feel each syllable being spoken to you, or to himself. Just sweet things which could turn so vulgar so quick, how beautiful you were to how badly he wanted to pound you into the mattress within a matter of seconds. However, he was just so expressive⊠you couldnât get sick of it.
âCal,â you mutter hoarsely. Watching as his eyes gradually opened and the soft movements of his hips slowed down, but hit so much deeper. You reacted boldly, a hand moving to tangle in his hair again. Those soft ones right on his neck which tended to be smoother than the others. His coconut conditioner really did him wonders.
âMm?â Calum was taking his time, his hands braced on the backs of your thighs and digging into your flesh, bound to leave bruises.
âI need it fasterâŠâ Your voice came out in a slight gasp as Calum spread your legs further and paused his rhythm for a moment, fully inside you. He looked at you expectantly, did you not add that sweet plea at the end like you thought?
âPlease.â
âThatâs it.â He said so gently, lips wandering over your cheekbones and peppering kisses over your recently sun-kissed skin before settling a place on your lips. You let out a muffled, whimper-like noise once Calum started to move again but faster as you wanted.
That was it, this was the pace that was going to have you seeing galaxies despite how slow and attentive Calum was. If anything, it was all fuel to the fire.
He looked at you with nothing but love, love which shone through the deep, glassy exterior of his eyes which in all honesty made this ten times better. Calum was physically making you weak in the knees and with every second that passed, it got even more intense.
You let out a weak call of his name, and he responded by leaning in and gently kissing your lips.
âShhh, babyâŠâ He mumbled, mouth never moving off of yours which created a soft vibration of his words on your lips. All you could do was gasp against his lips, it was so slow⊠so slow but so good. The pace was making you lose it, back arched against the mattress and crinkled sheets when your body finally started to react to your orgasm quickly catching up to you and pleasure crashing down in waves. Maybe that wasnât the right phrase, it wasnât very intense⊠move like soft rushes of electricity which made your legs twitch.
And there was even more to come as you clamped down on his cock, sending that delicious domino effect of your orgasms following one another through the room. Your body was stuck in one place, looking up at Calum and the sweat on his hairline like it was shore meeting the ocean. His perfect skin, being the case.
He sat up and pulled you with him, making you sigh as he held you close and idly stroked the like of where your spine was.
âTold you I can never just be quick.â He muttered right against your hair, peppering kisses down the side of your face as you grinned at the sensation of Calumâs soft lips on your skin.
âYeah,â You hummed in agreement. There was no doubt what you would be met with downstairs when you finally got back to your friends, in for the teasing and playful comments which would drive you to blush, but Calum just to feel prideful.
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cockwarming with luke. heâs been wanting to try it and one day he gets the courage to ask you and you guys enjoy it for a little while before he whimpers and starts fucking into you and you enjoy that even more <3
canât take it
warnings: cockwarming turning into eventual sex, dirty talk, mentions of overstimulation
a/n: this request had me shaking. itâs also veeeerrrryyy old so iâm sorry to the anon who requested this since itâs so late! the ending was hard for me to finish and it still sucks. hope you enjoy though! itâs not proofread
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It was a lazy Sunday for both you and your boyfriend Luke. You sat in the morning, enjoying your cups of coffee, watching the view from your shared apartment, and listening to a soft record spinning from the living room. It was ideal for the two of you, just being and taking in each otherâs presence. You couldnât ask for anything more.
Your day continued to look like this until the evening. Sitting, watching shows, snacking, some house work. All things that didnât require much energy, just the driven energy from each other.
The only thing was, you could tell Luke was a little on edge. It made your weekly routine feel different than usual. You were unable to pin what exactly was going on, so you let it go.
Currently, the two of you sat upstairs in your shared bedroom. You were putting away laundry and Luke was fixing up the clutter around your bed. âGonna go shower baby,â you said to Luke, making your way over to the connected bathroom. He walked over to kiss your cheek, âOkay love.â
As you undressed and got under the warm water, you couldnât help but try and puzzle some of the reasons why Luke was acting the way he was today. Not that he wasnât normally affectionate, but he was kissing and hugging you more than usual throughout the day.
You just wondered if something was up emotionally. But either way, Luke had come to you about those things before, so what was holding him back now?
You stayed in the shower for about 10 minutes, washing your body and doing a quick shave before shutting off the water. You stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself before leaving the bathroom.
Luke was sat on the bed, in sweats and a tee, watching some reruns of How I Met Your Mother. Nothing irregular for the night time. You walked over and laid next to him starting to scroll on your phone.
About 5 minutes had passed before you got up and started changing, shrugging on some of Lukeâs boxers and a tank top.
You had barely gotten the top over your head before you felt Lukeâs arms wrap around you, burying his head into your neck. You didnât even notice him get off the bed, but you melted into his touch anyway, âHi baby.â
âHi beautiful,â he whispered, pressing tiny kisses along the side of your neck and across your collarbone. You shuddered beneath him, throwing your head back, letting out a gasp.
Was this it? Was he just so needy?
You let him pull you back before your back hit the mattress and he fell over you. His eyes burning into yours and his chain dangling so close to your mouth. He moved down, kissing a trail down your stomach before shrugging off your bottoms. âYâ love stealing my clothes, yeah?â You giggle, âof course.â
You pull him up by his chain, and his eyebrow raises tauntingly. You grab his neck and pull his head down to kiss him. The kiss is passionate, hot, and sensual. He pulls away to shrug off his shirt, throwing it somewhere along with the boxers to make a new pile of clutter heâll have to clean up later.
Luke rolls you both over so youâre sat on his lap and you work on shrugging off his sweats. Once you do so, you press your palm against the obvious bulge in his black boxers. He lets out a whimper, âOh fuck.â
You start to peel off your tank top, stripping until youâre bare and your boy lets out a groan. He brings up his hands to both of your tits, fondling them and pinching your nipples. You let out a squeak from the sensitivity.
He brings his mouth into the mix, running his tongue over your nipple, looking up at you. You push your fingers in his curls, âFuuuuck Lu,â you cry.
He continues his actions, making you cry, the slurping noises that are coming from him feed into the heat of the moment. He repeats his actions on your other breast, taking his time.
When heâs done and your tits look more swollen and red than usual, he backs away and peers up at you.
Before both of you are aware, you start grinding into him. Luke lets out a groan, âJesus christ.â You move your hips forward and backward, your clit nudging his covered length in such an intense way where youâre moaning too. Youâre both starting to lose your breath.
You feel your cunt dripping. Itâs soaking through his boxers, even the thick material, and you know he can feel it too.
You continue your movements, not slowing down, and it isnât until you hear Luke gasp, âSlow down, baby, shit,â that you halt your hips. You pant too, looking down at Luke.
âSorry, youâre just so fuckinâ hot sometimes. Canât help myself,â you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. âIâm hot? I was about to come already from your soaked pussy.â His voice is deep and it makes your cheeks go red. You feel a faint smile creep onto your lips, in which he mirrors.
You rest your forehead against his for a little, silently agreeing to take things slow for the rest of the night.
Lukeâs hands find your ass and palm your cheeks while you sit up again. âCan we try something tonight? I- I saw something online so I looked into it. It made me curious,â he spoke. Your eyes widened a bit. âYeah, what is it?â
âI read about this thing⊠called cockwarming,â you let out a small noise at the name, âItâs just like, me inside of you..? I donât move when Iâm in,â he finishes. You notice his neck is pink and itâs creeping up to his ears. You donât really say anything mostly because you were still thinking. Wasnât the point of sex to release?
Luke takes your silence as a no, âSorry, we donât have to. I was just interested, I understand.â
âNo, love, I want to try. Sorry, I was just thinking about it.â You speak quickly, hoping to calm Luke down. You could see his nerves become more visible, embarrassed. His eyes widen again, âReally? You sure?â He questions. You nod, âYeah. Itâs hot.â
You ask him about his off behavior today, âIs this why you were a little weird today?â Luke nods. You say nothing else, dragging your body down towards the band of Lukeâs boxers.
You snap the elastic against him, eliciting a gasp. You tug his boxers off him, and immediately his cock springs free. Your eyes are filled with hunger as you make your way back up to stroke him. âOh my fuck,â Luke whimpers. You smirk, unable to not notice the red tip leaking with pearly white liquid.
You drag your hand off of him and push it inside of yourself, letting out a pornographic moan. âOh,â Luke breathes. You take your fingers out of your cunt and wrap your hand around Lukeâs length again, your wetness serving as a lubricant. âHoly fucking shit, youâre so hot.â
You work him slowly, not wanting to get him so riled up before he gets inside you. You know youâve already failed though. âNeed you to sit on my cock now, love. Please,â he cries. You let out a breath and remove your hand from him.
You make your way back up his body and Lukeâs hands find your ass again, caressing you and nudging you up slowly to sit on him. âHoney, youâve gotta put me in. Canât take it,â He cries. You reach down and grab is hard cock before pushing it inside of you as you sit.
Thereâs always going to be a stretch that youâll never get used to. The burn of his long, thick member pushing inside of you. You slide down very slowly and peer up to see Luke trying his best to hold in his noises. Once your sat, Lukeâs jaw is clenched as he tries to relax around you.
âFeel so good around me, honey,â Your boyfriend whispers as he grabs your waist with his hands. You clench involuntarily at his words, letting out a whimper, and he groans deeply. âF-fuck baby! Donât clench like that, canât take it.â
You mumble an apology, although it comes out as a moan. You try your hardest for your walls not to grip around him, but youâre like a vice. You canât help it. His whimpers are becoming louder and louder, and you realize your ability to take the reigns.
âBeinâ such a good boy for me Lu,â your voice is shaky, trying to pretend that his cock inside of you, so deep, isnât affecting you. But it is. His dick twitches at your words, âMmmph,â he breathes.
Luke loved to be in charge. You both knew that. But when you were experimenting, he would always switch between between the two roles. Today, with the way he was behaving, you knew he wanted you to take power.
âYes, yes baby. B-beinâ the best for you, yeah.â
You dig your knees further into each side of the bed, getting him to go impossibly deeper inside of you. Every movement made he swears it gets tighter. âO-oh,â he lets out in a small moan. You kiss his neck, trying to distract him from the pain that heâs unable to do anythingâto use you to work himself to release.
Finally, you both are settled, truly feeling one another.
His breath is heavy. Youâre able to contain yourself and stabilize your body, but Luke is the opposite. He really thought this would be easier. More enjoyable. Not that he didnât enjoy being inside of you, but when he was so pent up, all he wanted to do was move.
Nonetheless you two sit like that for a while, kissing on each other, sucking marks into skin, and relishing in the otherâs dirty words.
âSuch a dirty boy for me, Lu,â you pant, your resolve slowly slipping. âSo dirty for me. Your cock in my pussy, not movinâ, mhmm feels so good,â you gasp, and he lets out a wail before letting his head fall atop your breasts.
He lays it there for a little longer, relishing in the feeling of you soaked and clamped around him. He focuses on trying to hold back, not to lose all his control and take you right here. But he realizes, heâs only be disobeying his own request, and while he wants to try that sometime, he needs to have you. Now.
Before you know it, Luke fucks his hips impossibly closer to yours, and you gasp. âS-sorry baby⊠feels too good.â He retracts his hips, pulling you up a bit, before easing himself back in.
Your breaths come out quick, certainly not expecting this, but thanking whatever compelled him to do it. Little did you know that it was you. Your little moans, your dirty whispers, and your soaked pussy. God, it had him in a spiral. If Luke could go now, he would.
His noises though, are whatâs getting to you the most. Because even though heâs been bold enough to make his own decisions, he canât suppress his little whimpers.
Lukeâs eyes glass over, âFuck, youâre so beautiful, could sit here for hours.â You cry, âY-yeah? Would you like that, love? How about I sit here⊠and I take what I want. Cream all over your cock over and over again and let you sit here and cry, begging for a little taste.â Itâs like your cunt soaks him even more and your own words. And he feels it. âAnd then youâll be so sensitive when you finally do get to cum, because iâll just keep going baby. Gânna end up milking you dry.â You meet your hips with his, beginning to work against his thrusts.
But, your erotic words only make him fuck up into you harder, losing your rhythm you were attempting to set. His cries become louder, and all youâre hearing are his gasps and some slurred âMmmphs.â You love him like this. Completely at your mercy.
You both get close pretty fast. Due to all the teasing, wordplay, and attempt to cockwarm, all of your feelings are heightened. Everything feels so much better than it usually does.
Luke grips your ass roughly, pushing you further into his grasp. His lips find yours, and itâs messy, yet passionate. His lips trail down from your lips to your jaw, suckling and licking. He slows his pace of fucking you, as he knows you both are close to your orgasms, and he wants to make this incredibly enjoyable for the both of you.
âBaby⊠I-Iâm close,â he whispers against the shell of your ear. He pushes his crotch farther up into you, truly grasping onto the feeling of his cock inside of you because he doesnât want to take advantage of it right now. It just feels too good for him to comprehend.
You sigh against him, âI know my love, me too.â He lets out a breath of relief. Thank God, he thinks, because if you werenât right there with him, on the brink of release, he wouldnât be able to last another few moments.
You unexpectedly topple into your orgasm first, a near scream tearing through your throat. The clenching of your cunt sends him right over the edge with you. You both express your pleasure loudly through words that humble together and loud breaths.
Luke feels your pussy soak his cock once more, and he swears youâve never been this wet before. Heâs never felt it. And he thanks himself for working up the courage to ask you to try something new because he never knew heâd get you this good.
His orgasm, along with yours, feels like absolute bliss. Pleasure tears through the both of you in insane amounts. You feel him paint the inside of you, and it will always feel impeccable. Nothing will ever come close.
âOh my gosh,â you start to giggle against him as you collapse your body on top of his. âThat was amazing, Lu.â
He kisses the top of your head once he regains composure, âFelt too fucking good. Always so good for me, my love.â He pauses. âNever felt you that wet before.â
âI donât think Iâve ever even been that wet before. Made me feel amazing, tonight Luke. Was so different.â You start tracing patterns along his chest, as he hums softly along your words.
He takes a pause and starts thinking before speaking up after a while.
âIm sorry about ruining the whole cockwarming thing, uh⊠got too impatient and it just felt too good,â He frowns, realizing he mightâve ruined it for you as well.
âYou didnât ruin anything for me, baby. Felt so good I donât even careâŠâ You pause, âLetâs just do it now? Youâre still inside of me.â
Lukeâs face flushes. âYeah?â
âYeah. And when we wake up, take me,â and as soon as those words leave your mouth, Luke swears heâs hardening again already.
And you feel it. âLuke!â
âWe need to go to sleep⊠like now. If Iâm conscious for another five minutes I canât promise I wonât fuck you again,â his gaze finds yours and his eyes darken.
You look up at him, meeting his stare, returning the same energy. âCanât say I have a problem with that, Luke.â
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hiii could i request a luke x fem reader where reader has pots and its a bad day for her but shes on tour with the boys so she has to do her best to stay well? luke begs her to take breaks but sheâs their hair or makeup artist and physically cant take a break until the show is over đ so basically just some cute fluff of luke fussing over his sick and dizzy gf :)) i have pots and i never get to read this sort of stuff so it would be great to have some rep written ^^
hi!! thank you so much for sending this in! again apologising for taking so long to get to this request but hopefully this fic turns out okay!
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pairing: luke x reader
summary: youâve been travelling around with your boyfriend, luke, on the bands tour doing their hair and make up here and there while also trying to manage your pots symptoms within their busy schedules
warnings: none?
word count: 3.7k
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Getting to go on tour with your boyfriend, Luke, and his band had always been one of your favourite things to experience. It was heartwarming to see him and your friends up on that stage, enjoying every second of performing. Living out their dream.
Luke loved you being there, never having to spend a minutes away from you for the long times they tour for. He loved that you got to to watch them every night.
Not only were you there to watch the shows, but you were a qualified hair stylist along with knowing your fair share about make up.
You helped the guys get ready before their shows each night, making sure their hair looked good by using hairspray and sometimes hair gel. If it was a lucky day you wouldnât have to use either.
Luke was the only one who you did make up for, although you knew he was capable of doing a good job on his own, he always insisted that you do it for him.
One thing that came along with travelling for a tour was busy schedules, late nights and early mornings, rushing around if things didnât quite run on time or having to suddenly change plans. It was a lot to deal with for you.
Especially with what you have to deal with in your day to day life.
You had been dealing with pots for quite a few years now, the not being able to sleep properly, the headaches, other aches and pains, having to take it easy if you were feeling dizzy to ensure you didnât pass out. it was difficult.
Luke was always there to make sure you were okay. Sometimes he knew before you did that you would have a bad flare up, making sure you rested properly and didnât overdo it.
Some days were better than others, you could get up like normal, go about your day with the band, easily do their hair and make up without any issues. Other days, you knew a bad flare up was coming before even starting the day, knowing youâd have to try and compromise to still help out.
Today was one of those days.
You had to sleep on the bus after a show last night to travel to the next tour stop. Sleeping in the tiny bunks where there was hardly enough room to move had never been your idea of a comfortable nights sleep. And so, you didnât get nearly enough sleep.
As soon as you woke up, you could feel the throbbing pain in your head, a bad headache that would surely last a while. Knowing that would add to any other symptoms you may get.
You could hear the guys on the bus, chatting away to one another, talking about the previous show as well as plans for tonightâs show too.
Having to get out of bed was the hardest part, not knowing exactly how bad things would be. Would you be okay to move around like normal? Or would you need to lay down to take breaks?
Standing up from your bunk felt okay. You didnât feel too unbalanced apart from your worsening headache. It was only once you stood fully upright that you knew things were bad.
Losing your balance before you could get far, Luke rushed over to you as quick as he could, holding onto you to make sure you didnât fall.
He brought you over to the front of the bus, getting you to sit down with ashton while he got you a water and painkillers to help with your headache. He sat with you after that, making sure you recovered from being dizzy before letting you get ready for the day.
After you tried to convince him that you felt okay, he let you do what you needed to do. Going into the bathroom and closing the door behind you to freshen up.
You did as you always would do, washing your face, brushing your teeth, everything you usually did before heading to the back of the tour bus to get dressed.
You took longer than normal today, understandably of course. By the time you were ready, things were running slightly behind schedule.
There was still enough time though. You and the guys left the tour bus, heading into the back entrance of the venue away from where any fans were lining up for the show.
Inside, you were lead through a main area, through a backstage door which took you to the dressing rooms and where all of the equipment was.
In the first dressing room, you all got settled. The guys spreading themselves out around the room, taking drinks from the mini fridge, talking about things for the show tonight, discussing what songs to sing for soundcheck after their own.
It didnât take long for them to have to go and do their private soundcheck. Which you opted to stay behind for.
It was the same once the time came around for the vip soundcheck, you stayed behind in the dressing room.
You told Luke it was purely to rest up, try and re settle yourself before having to be standing up for a while doing all of their hair and make up. He believed you, but in reality you still werenât feeling quite like yourself.
While you could hear the soundcheck happening, you moved yourself to the counter where the mirror was. Setting up your hair products and any make up Luke might want to choose from.
Doing all of this, you were sitting on a chair in front of the counter and mirrors. Hair spray bottle and gel pot to the left, along with a hair brush and comb. Your make up was in a box, some concealer, beauty blenders, brushes along with a few palettes of eyeshadow and finally eyeliner.
It was easy to know when the band was done with soundcheck, their loud voices and laughs echoing through the hall.
They burst into the room, seeing you had moved. Calum plopped himself down on the sofa, resting his feet on the coffee table. Michael joined him, scrolling on his phone. Ashton let everyone know he was going to the bathroom, which left Luke who came over to you.
âHi, lovie,â he wrapped his arms around the top of your shoulders, leaning his head atop yours as he looked at you though the mirror.
âHey, rockstar,â you shuffled slightly, leaning to look up at luke. âHowâd it go?â
âWent great,â Luke smiled excitedly. âWe played an extra song that the fans were chanting for, just about remembered the lyrics. right, Cal?â
âHey!â calum complained from his comfortable position on the couch. âIâm not the one who forgot the fuckinâ guitar chords.â
âWe havenât played the song since, I donât know, four tours ago?â Michael smacked calumâs arm.
âWell Iâm sure they loved it anyway,â you shook your head at the bickering pair.
Luke stepped back from you, knowing this was about time to start sorting things out. You stood from your chair, maybe slightly too quickly.
You had been sitting down for a while and shouldâve taken more time to be up right again. You gripped onto the counter, keeping yourself balanced.
âBabeââ
âIâm fine,â you held one hand out to stop him. âJust give me a second.â
It was quiet in the room then. Michael and Calum paying attention to what was going on.
You needed to get yourself together, you had a show to prepare for. Four band members sort out. You could last a few more hours.
You turned towards the two on the couch, leaning back against the counter, âWhoâs first?â You pointed to the chair beside you. âHair first, any make up last.â
âAre you sure youâre up for doing this?â Luke quietly spoke, letting Michael and Calum decide who would go first. âYou can take a night off, itâs alright.â
âYouâve got a show to be ready for,â you stepped back, Luke following to let Calum have space to take a seat. âThis is my job here, gotta make sure you four are looking your best for the fans.â
âAnd you offered to do this job for us, itâs okay if youâre having a flare up and need to take a break for tonight.â
You moved to stand behind calum, fluffing his hair from side to side, âDonât think youâd be able to tame this mop without me,â you laughed, covering up how groggy you were feeling. âGo change into whatever youâre gonna wear for the show, Iâll be okay.â
âI donâtââ
âBaby, iâll be okay.â
He reluctantly nodded. Wanting to pull you in for a hug before letting you get to work on Calumâs hair. You let him, wrapping your arms around his back as you felt him rubbing his hands up and down yours.
âDonât rush anything,â he pressed a feather light kiss to your cheek. âTake your time.â
âI will,â you smiled softly, understanding his worry for you. âNow you should rest until your show, donât need you getting tired out on stage.â
âHere you are not feeling good and youâre still worrying about little olâ me,â Luke stepped back from you, making his way over to the snack bar.
âDoesnât mean I canât worry about you at the same time, Lu,â you raised your eyebrows at him.
He picked up a packet of chips, sitting down next to Michael on the black fabric sofa. You turned your focus to Calum, picking up the hair spray and a comb.
You started fixing up his hair so it looked more tamed than his usual messy, curly hair. Not that his hair didnât look great, itâs just easier to handle on stage with some spray in.
After a little bit of time, it was finished, âHowâs that?â You asked him, making sure there wasnât anything else he wanted you to do.
âLooks perfect to me,â he smiled at you in the mirror.
At the same time, Ashton walked back into the dressing room, seeing where they were at with things. Noticing Calum getting up, he took it upon himself to decide it was his turn.
âHey,â you placed your hands on his shoulders. âWhat are we doing today?â
âGetting you a fuckinâ chair, thatâs what,â Ashton turned to look around the room. âWhy is there only one chair?â
âAsh, Iâm all good,â you moved beside him, placing the hairspray and gel there. âWhich one.â
He looked up at you, taking a breath. Pointing to the gel. You opened up the pot, reaching for the spray bottle before doing anything.
âGonna go fill this up,â you started walking towards the door of the dressing room when a wave of dizziness washed over you.
You took a few oddly placed steps as you stumbled to the side, squeezing your eyes shut as you braced yourself against the wall nearest to you.
Luke stood abruptly, heavy footsteps pacing over to you. He stepped behind you, arms wrapped around your front to help you stay standing without having to hold yourself up using the wall.
You leaned your head back against Lukeâs chest, taking a deep breath to try and settle your vision and your heart that seemed to be starting to race.
âIâve got you, baby,â Luke soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âYou need to take it easy, come and sit down, just relax for a bit.â
âBut, Iâve only done Calumâs hair,â you weakly replied.
âItâs okay, we can handle things for tonight,â Luke reassured you, starting to slowly walk you over to the sofa.
You made sure to open your eyes again once you felt where he was taking you, grasping onto his arms around you to keep yourself steady.
He cautiously lowered you to sit down before he sat too, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you to lay with your head in his lap.
Luke took hold of your right hand, placing two fingers against the pulse point in your wrist. You stayed quiet while he did so, allowing him to do as he always did when he wanted to make sure you would be okay.
âCan someone get me some ice water?â Luke asked, looking to ashton who had been standing since you became dizzy, Michael was with Calum behind the couch.
âIâll go find some ice,â Michael walked to the door, leaving right away.
Luke was still feeling your pulse, so you shuffled, laying so you could look up at him from a better angle. He gave a sympathetic smile which you returned.
âFeel any better now youâre lying down?â He asked.
âKinda,â you said as Ashton appeared in your sight. âAsh, I could probably do your hair if you sit downââ
âI think youâre done for the night,â Luke interrupted. âIâm putting you on strict bed rest.â
You chuckled at his phrasing. Only talking like that because youâre meant to follow doctors orders. You knew he was just worried and trying to look out for you.
âYou know too much bed rest will make things worse, Lu,â you reminded, trying to sit yourself up slightly. âSeriously, I can do more from here.â
âY/n.â
Calum chuckled from across the room, âyou know she wonât rest for a second until weâre all ready, mate,â he stuffed a piece of chocolate from the counter into his mouth. âHow about a compromise.â
You squinted your eyes at him, now leaning against Lukeâs shoulder to sit more straight. Moving slowly of course.
âIâm listening.â
He walked over, stopping short of the table in front of the couch, âIf you keep doing our hair and make up now,â he started. âYou have to take the day off tomorrow, get some extra rest.â
âThereâs a show tomorrow night though, Cal.â
âBut weâre up in a hotel tonight,â he widened his eyes. âMeans comfier sleep, a nice bed to get a lay in that you probably havenât had for at least a week.â
He did have a point. You loved doing this for the guys, youâve practically done it since Luke introduced you to them; they all see what flare ups are like and know when to you should stop pushing your limits.
âHe has a point,â Michael appeared from the hall, ice water in hand.
âWe could all use more rest tomorrow,â Ashton agreed too. âSome more than others.â
Referring to you as he finished talking. Luke reached to brush your hair behind your ears, knowing by the look on your face you were considering this.
âI think you should, lovie,â Luke holds your hand in his, linking your fingers together softly. âWe still have a lot of shows to come so you need to get all the rest you can.â
âOkayâŠâ you sighed in defeat. âIâll take the night off tomorrow.â
âI know you donât want to,â Luke could sense you didnât really want to. âBut you especially need it, alright?â
You nodded at him. Managing to lean over towards him to peck his lips softly in thanks for looking out for you so well.
Next you were looking at Ashton, pointing to the floor in front of you for him to sit down. You would finish his hair like this, then Michaelâs and Lukeâs. You would make this work for them, not wanting to let them down.
Before doing anything, you took the ice water from Michael, taking a few slow sips. Feeling the cool liquid was a refreshing feeling, hopefully it would help.
You got to work on Ashtonâs hair, using the spray bottle of water along with a little bit of hair gel after to really form the curls on his head. It turned out pretty well.
Next Michael sat in front of you, not a lot needed doing to his. Just a little hair spray here and there before he was completely happy with it.
Luke was last, although you didnât waste a second to tell him his hair always looked perfect anyways. The fluffy curls, hair grown longer down the back to almost form a mullet style was definitely something you loved.
âWhat do you want me to do?â You asked while Luke stayed beside you on the couch. âHair spray? Gel?â
âWhatever you think is best.â
âOkay umâŠâ you thought for a moment. âCan i do what i did to ashâs hair?â
Luke nodded, wanting to give you free range with this for once. He hoped it might cheer you up if he let you do your own thing.
He sat down on the floor in front of you, settling back against the couch. You ran your hands through his hair, it was just to untangle it, however, you did like running your fingers through his blonde curls.
You reached for the spray bottle, gathered a tiny amount of hair gel. Lukeâs curls were one of your favourite things, especially making sure a few small ones hung around the front of his face.
âYou can go check it looks okay,â you told him.
He got up, walking to the mirror, he looked around at it, quickly walking back to you.
âLooks great, baby,â he smiled, sitting with you again. âMake up now?â
âYea, let me just get my palettes.â
You sat on the edge of the sofa, wanting to do this yourself. Luke placed his hand on your knee, giving you a look. Knowing this was always hard for you, you liked doing things for yourself. Not having your friends waiting hand and foot on what you needed.
Luke stood up, holding his hands out for you to take, âGonna walk you over,â he explained. âIf you get dizzy just tell me.â
You took his hands, your feet slowly padding across the carpet. Luke walked backwards, taking you over to the counter to collect your makeup supplies.
It was only when you were going back to where you had just been sat that you could feel your heart rate picking up again. A small pain forming in your chest.
âNeed to sit back down,â you rushed, an uncomfortable but familiar look on your face.
âAsh, can you grab the make up from her?â Luke asked as he was the closest.
He took everything from your hands, letting luke quickly get you back on the couch to sit down. He watched as you took a breath, thinking about the show ahead of them.
You loved watching them perform, especially Luke. but he had to do the difficult thing, only looking out for your health. Knowing you might not be able to watch the show the same as you did most nights.
âFeel up to doing some make up?â He double checked, you responded with a nod. âDo something simple, maybe some inner corner glitter.â
Ashton handed you the concealer and eyeshadow along with a couple of brushes. Luke sat down next to you, facing you so you could get this make up on him. It appeared harder than you though at this angle.
âHereâ justââ Luke pulled you gently onto his lap, legs either side of his. His hands rested on your hips. âGonna keep my hands on you in case you get dizzy again.â
âYea, this is better.â
You leaned closer, placing a small amount of concealer around his eyes. Blending it into his natural skin tone before reaching for the eyeshadow.
You put some blueish glittery eyeshadow on your pinky finger, holding his chin with your thumb and index finger to keep his head steady.
As you started putting the make up on him, he couldnât help but look at you. Admiring your features, the light freckles covering your cheeks, the pure concentration in your eyes as you tried to get this make up to look perfect.
He loved that you were here on tour with him, you got to experience each city together. Plus he could take care of you if you did have any trouble with your pots.
âI can feel you staring,â you leaned back to gather some more glitter for his other eye.
âSorry,â he whispered, not wanting to distract from your concentration. âYouâre just beautiful.â
You stopped what you were doing, smiling softly, âI appreciate you caring about me so much while weâre here,â you placed your hands on his face, caressing your thumbs back and forth. âI know I can be stubborn at times but itâs good to have you to tell me to just chill for a while.â
âWell, itâs something that stops you doing the things you wanna do, I get that you donât wanna put things on hold all the time,â Luke sympathised with you. âBut I love you a lot, and want whatâs best for you.â
âI love you too, bubba,â you leaned forwards for a hug, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
Youâd stayed like that for a couple of minutes too long, hearing someone clearing their throat. You both looked over to your left, Calum holding a shirt and pants in his hands.
âI hate to ruin this nice moment,â he nodded over to Ashton who had apparently left the room to change into his stage outfit. âWe donât have long until we need to be ready.â
âGot it,â you understood. Quickly finishing up Lukeâs make up so he could change too.
It wasnât long after that before all of the guys had changed into their various stage outfits, earpieces attached carefully so to not get disconnected. Opener up on stage who would be done 30 minutes before their set.
While waiting for the guys, youâd been sitting and resting, deciding you could give standing up a try. You managed to follow your friends to the stage area, Luke slipping his hand into yours as you took your time with walking.
âWeâll be off in about an hour and thirty minutes,â luke told you, hands in his as you heard the final preshow song playing. âAnd thereâs a chair out there if you wanna watch and feel dizzy at all, or itâs totally fine if you hang back in the dressing room.â
âYou know iâll be out there watching,â you stood on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek softly before they all got given the word to get ready. âMaybe not dancing as much this time but Iâll be out there.â
âYouâll be okay?â Luke asked once more as he had to step away to get his guitar adjusted.
âIâll be okay,â you reassured. watching as the guys started heading towards the stage. âGo have a good show, rockstar.â
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drunken smiles & fishnet stockings
pairing: luke hemmings x fem! reader
description: it's halloween and luke is hosting a party! luke and y/n know each other, but little do they know that this night would change something pivotal between the duo.
warnings: đ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sex talk, smut, protected p in v, alcohol consumption, cursing, fluff, an embarrassing amount of pet names. (i don't think thereâs anything else??).
word count: 5,8k-ish. a/n: hey there friends! đ i wanted to publish this fic before publishing requested & other fics, i'm working on all of them so pls be patient! and this is my first fic which contains smut so there's a huge chance this sucks (i'm actually nervous to release this pls help me i'm scared lol) đŹ also, i have a lot of deadlines atm so pls bare with me, i am working on the requests whenever i can. thank you for supporting my blog, i adore you all so much đ€ happy late halloween to everyone who celebrated đ
dividers by @silkholland.
"Y/N!", you heard your best friend yell from the other side of your studio apartment. You had been getting ready for nearly two hours, and to one oneâs surprise, you and your best friend were already late. Calum had been texting you for a while now, telling you two to hurry up.Â
"What?"
"We are so late! We need to get going! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing", your best friend sighed and now stood next to you. You were still fixing your hair in front of a full body mirror.
"Okay okay, stop fussing. Do I look okay?", you asked them and placed the curling iron on top of your drawer, shutting it off. You reached for the hairspray sitting on the drawer, and looked over at your friend who looked absolutely stunning.Â
"Yes, you look amazing Y/N. If I wasn't your friend I'd totally hook up with you", your friend cheered and nudged your shoulder gently.Â
"Gosh, thanks. I'd totally hook up with you too", you giggled and took a glimpse of their police costume. You ruffled your hair slightly and placed some hairspray on your locks to hold them in place.
You locked your hands with your friendâs, and got into the cab that was waiting outside.Â
You had been invited to your friend Luke's Halloween party. You had met him a few years prior through your mutual friend Calum, who was also his bandmate and one of his best friends. Calum and you had known for four years or so, and you considered him to be one of your closest friends. You considered yourself lucky to have a friend like him, since you could tell him anything and you knew he wouldnât judge you.
You looked through the cab window with the city lights passing by. You wondered whoâd be at the party. Luke must have sent invitations for hundreds of people, since he was a pretty popular guy. You found the guy and his shy-ish exterior rather charming, but only in a platonic way. Luke and you werenât extremely close, but you exchanged text messages every now and then.Â
You arrived at the party and looked at the sea of people, who were mingling with each other in their Halloween costumes. Lukeâs house was decorated in decorative spider web, pumpkins, and some skeleton figures. Purple lightning illuminated the whole house. You liked the decorations, it wasnât too much or too little.
You and your best friend decided to go and say hello to Calum and his group of people. Calum hugged you tightly and commented on how he hadnât seen you in ages. His girlfriend, Brandy, did the same. They were wearing a matching set of vampire costumes. You were happy for Calum, he had finally found a girl who loved him just the way he was.
You walked over to Ashton, Michael, Crystal and Luke. Ashton was dressed in a cowboy costume, which made you smile a bit since he practically dressed like one in real life. He brought you into a bear hug and you couldn't help but smile. Ashton always made you feel so welcomed. Michael and Crystal goofed around in their Anime costumes. You catched up with them and then finally noticed something familiar about Lukeâs costume. It was a Harry Potter costume.
No fucking way.
"Cool costume", Luke commented as he saw you eyeing his Gryffindor badge, and the lightning bolt on his forehead. His hair had grown out a bit, but it didn't look bad. Actually, it looked anything else than bad. That man could definitely pull off any hairstyle, you were sure of it.
"Thanks! You too. Suits you", you stated and straightened your own Gryffindor badge on your costume. Dressing as Ginny Weasley, or what you called it low-budget Ginny since you had no cape, was a decision you had made a few days ago. You were supposed to dress as a Pumpkin, but you managed to break the costume and didnât have the time to fix it. So the second best option was Ginny.
You sighed and looked around the room, thinking of grabbing a drink.
âOh my gosh! We need to take a picture of you twoâ, your best friend suddenly exclaimed and you giggled, nervousness plastered all across your face. You saw them giving you the look, and knew instantly what it meant. They believed in fate, what you on the other hand called nonsense. You were sure Luke and you dressing in similar costumes was some sort of sign of âfateâ to your best friend. Luke and you could never happen.Â
âReally?â, you giggled as you felt a knot in your stomach. Luke was sometimes difficult to read, and you werenât entirely sure if he would conform to the idea.
âYes!â, your best friend commented, and âtotallyâ and âabsolutelyâ from Michael, Crystal, Calum, Brandy and Ashton followed after. You and Luke both looked at each of them, then finally looked at each other. Your friends would never let it go, so youâd better just get it out of the way.
âOkayâ, you accepted your defeat. âYou okay with that?â, you confirmed Luke. âYeah, sure, why not?â, he took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle on the counter, giving you a small smile.Â
You, Luke and your best friend found a spot in Lukeâs house and you settled in with Luke against the white wall, as your best friend was holding their phone towards you two. Luke placed his other hand on your lower back, and you placed yours on his stomach.Â
âThis okay?â, you looked up to him and shuffled a little closer to the man. You saw him eyeing your legs, which were covered in fishnet stockings. His oceanic blue eyes met yours, and you did your best not to drown in them. You hadnât even chugged down one drink, and you were already a fool for some man. And worst of all, it was your friend. You blamed this growing lust for him on the Halloween spirit. Surely someone had once said that Halloween brings out feelings you donât usually feel.
âUh..yeah, sureâ, he cleared his throat and chuckled. âYou ready?â, he offered you a little smile.
âS-sureâ, you returned the smile and you both stared directly at the camera.
âAnd sayâŠ.cheese!â, your best friend cheered.
You took an awkward glimpse in Lukeâs direction and both of you bursted out laughing. The photos shown afterwards were pretty cute, you had to admit that. And Lukeâs hand on your lower back left you yearning for more of his touch.
Damn, you really needed a drink. And to forget Luke fucking Hemmings' hands.
ââŠ
After taking the picture of you and Luke, you had been mingling with people, eating, and drinking a few tequila sunrises. You had just settled into Lukeâs living room to play Spin the Bottle, the classic party game. The group playing consisted of you, your best friend, Luke, Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael and Crystal. To be honest you were zoned most of the time, since you found the game a bit ridiculous.
Then you heard your name as the bottle pointed towards you. In your alcohol-infused state, you picked a dare.
âI dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the roomâ, Ashton dared. You heard a few encouraging comments coming from your friends, and Brandy gave you a wide grin. âAsh? Really?â, you squeaked, and gave him a deadly glare. âWell, didnât you pick a dare, pumpkin?â, he asked and chuckled. Suddenly the rush of confidence you had seemed to fade out, and you mentally cursed the drummer.
âOkayâ, you sighed, and looked across the room. The choice was obvious, but you didnât want to give it away. So you pretended to consider your options for a while.
You got up from the floor, and got on your knees in front of Luke. You caught him looking at you, and he looked away. But then you leant to kiss him, and he kissed you back. The tingling feeling of him kissing you back flustered you. You shouldnât like the feeling of his lips pressed against yours this much, but you did. His lips brushed over yours delicately, and your heart was pumping. It made no sense, but you loved every second of it. His beard stubble tickled you, but you didn't care. Not everyday you got the chance to kiss Luke fucking Hemmings, who was practically the hottest guy you had ever seen.
You backed away from the kiss first, then did Luke.Â
 âCoolâ, he let out a nervous chuckle and you did the same. CoolâŠreally? You didnât know if you should have been offended or relieved that the awkwardness of it was finally over.
âThat was hotâ, your best friend whispered into your ear as you went back to your place on the floor. âHeâs hotâ, you whispered back. The taste of pure tequila lingered on your lips.
âAnd Ashtonâs so hot tooâ, they whispered. âGo get him, Y/B/F/Nâ, you advised, and winked at them.
The game continued and the next rounds were spent by hearing how Ashtonâs favorite sex position was Basset Hound Doggy and Brandyâs biggest turn off in a relationship was controlling behavior. You also saw your best friend give a lap dance to the person who they fancied the most in the room, Ashton. They both seemed to enjoy it. Michael and Crystal had also shared a steamy make out session, to which you all cheered.
It was Lukeâs turn next.
âHmmmâŠokay. What is your biggest turn on?â Michael asked Luke and took a sip of his Corona, placing the bottle on the floor afterwards. Lukeâs answer interested you, you had to admit.Â
âOhhâŠgot many. But neck kisses are a big oneâ, Luke slyly answered and gulped down his tequila. âOhhh, thatâs a good oneâ, Ashton agreed and you saw him looking in your best friendâs direction. You rolled your eyes slightly, and giggled to yourself. They would totally share the bed tonight.Â
Luke spun the bottle, which landed on Calum. He chose the truth. Luke didnât come up with anything, so your best friend chose the question instead.Â
âWhich two people in this group should hook up?â, your best friend asked Calum.
Oh my god, were they serious? You totally knew where they were getting at. But hopefully Calum didnât understand that, or anyone else for that matter. You were safe, Calum would definitely pick Michael and Crystal. Or Ashton and your best friend.Â
âWell, the obvious choice would be Brandy and me. Or Michael and Crystal, butâŠI feel I want to stir the pot, I guess.. So⊠I think Luke and Y/N⊠I mean we saw the kiss Luke and Y/N had earlierâ, Calum smirked devilishly at Luke, and then at you. The group around you chuckled, and seemed to agree with Calum as they were nodding their heads. But not you nor Luke.Â
âOkayyyy, so maybe Cal should stop drinking for tonightâ, you chuckled, and Calum gave you a humorous smile, which screamed a polite fuck you, in return. You saw Luke looking down at his drink on the floor with a drunken smile on his face. He fiddled with his rings on his left hand. He looked up and directly at you, boring his eyes into yours for a milli-second. You wondered what was going through his head, since yours was filled with so many questions.Â
Why didnât he say anything? Why was he so quiet? Did he find your kiss icky? Did he find you⊠repulsive? Why was he acting so strange?Â
ââŠ
The party was over and people had left Lukeâs apartment, which was now littered with red cups, beer bottles and pizza boxes. You had been settling into a spare bedroom in Lukeâs house. Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael, Crystal and your best friend were staying over as well.Â
You drank water alone in Lukeâs kitchen, since everyone had already gone to sleep. The now quiet atmosphere made you feel at peace, and you smiled to yourself.
You enjoyed the brief moment of silence until a head of blonde messy curls appeared from the doorway.
Luke walked into the kitchen and gave you a tired little smile. He opened the refrigerator door and took a large water bottle, pouring it into a glass he retrieved from the cabinet. He placed the bottle back to the refrigerator and closed the refrigerator door as you were still drinking your own water.
You noticed how he had gotten rid of the jacket and the tie, leaving him with a slightly unbuttoned white collar shirt and dark gray pants. He had also wiped the lightning bolt off his forehead.
Standing here with Luke, in this terrifyingly awkward yet weirdly comforting silence, made you question your lust towards the man. Maybe it was just the alcohol running through your veins. That might just be the only logical explanation.
âLet me guess, you donât want to get a hangover?â, you chose to break the silence.
âHell noâ, he sipped water, âdid you have fun tonight?â. The blonde locked his eyes with yours and you looked away, your eyes now fixating on your ring-covered fingers.
You cleared your throat, and answered, âYep, had a blast. And you?â.Â
âYeahâ, he smiled and you went closer to him, as you were about to place the cup in the sink. Your hands brushed against his as he was just about to do the same. You both placed your cups in the sink, and your eyes met his. You both stood in your places quietly, and for some weird reason, you couldn't help but look at his parted lips. And you noticed him doing the same, then his eyes studying yours.
Your heart started to race a million miles an hour. You werenât nervous around the people you fancied, but Luke was a different story. He was the epitome of gorgeous, so you couldnât really blame yourself, could you?
He turned his body towards yours, and you took a step closer to him. You didnât know what you were doing. Hell, you didnât know what he was doing either.
Luke let out a low chuckle and you couldnât help but bite your lower lip.Â
Yes, even a fool could tell you wanted to kiss him. But you werenât sure if you should. And you werenât sure if the man in front of you noticed that too.Â
Thankfully Luke had noticed your indecisiveness as he leant in for a kiss. You had imagined this after the kiss during the game, but now that it was actually happening, you couldnât believe it. This was rougher than the last time. More passionate. More demanding. He moved even closer to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. You felt his cold rings against your bare skin, but it didnât matter. Not when he touched you like this, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks and his tongue battling for dominance over yours.
He backed away from you, licking his lips.
âFuck⊠I shouldnât have done that, Iâm sorryâ, he apologized and rested his body against the kitchen counter.
âWhat do you mean?â, you frowned your eyebrows. Was he being serious right now?
âItâd mess things upâŠif we go further. Shit, this on its own could make everything awkward...â
âWhat ifâŠwhat if we just donât think about the consequences? You want me, and I obviously want youâ, you suggested. You didnât want to think, not now. You didnât want your growing lust for Luke to go to waste. It would be a shame if it did.
âAre you..sure?â, he scratched the back of his head.
âYesâ
âOkayâ, he let out a low chuckle and took a step closer to you, studying your lips in the meantime.Â
âLuke?â, you looked into his eyes as you spoke.
âYeah?â, he bored his blue eyes into yours, and placed his hands on your waist, tugging you closer to him.
âJust fuckinâ kiss me alreadyâ
âThought youâd never askâ, he whispered, his voice perfectly husky and seducing. His plump lips found their place on yours and you swore you had never kissed someone like him before. His lips moved swiftly, hungrily against yours.
You tugged his shirt, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible.Â
âLuke?â, you asked, out of breath.
âYeah?â, he wiped his mouth with his hand, and you couldnât help but stare at the manâs mouth. The mouth that you wanted to do incredible things to you.
âWhat are we doing?â.
âWhat do you want to do princess?â, his voice was heavy, and hoarse. And so god-damn sexy. He moved a few stray hairs out of your face.
âFuckâŠâ, you cursed.
â...me?â, Luke smirked.
You were totally gone off the rails, so whipped for him, there was no going back now.
âActually, yeahâ, you decided to toss logic aside, and once again, Luke placed his lips hungrily on yours. You kissed him back passionately and he grabbed your ass under your skirt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and felt the need to do such things to Luke you could never say out loud.Â
âJumpâ, he groaned between the rough yet lustful kisses and you jumped into his lap. He grabbed you by your outer thighs and placed you on the counter. He left wet kisses on your neck, leaving you wondering why you hadnât done this sooner with him. Maybe it was the fact you had known this man for years, and he had never shown you any sign of interest. But it didnât matter now, he clearly wanted you.
âIs this okay?â, he reassured you.
âYouâre perfectâ, you sighed and stared at the beautiful man in front of you. Yes, you had always thought Luke was hot, but this was something else. You loved how soft and assertive he was at the same time. This was dangerous, anyone could see you two. But you liked it this way. You didnât want to think, you just wanted him. You craved him. You needed him.
His lips found their way back to yours and you bit his lower lip by accident. You felt Luke giggling against your lips, and you couldnât help but do the same.Â
âCan I take this off?â, he asked between the kisses as he was holding the fabric on your shirt. âPleaseâ. And he does, leaving your chest area covered by your black bra. You started to unbutton his shirt and when you were done, he threw the white collar shirt on the floor next to yours.Â
Luke traveled kisses from the side of your face to your neck, then to your chest. âFuck, youâre so hotâ, he remarked and you chuckled slightly as a response. Luke kissed you, and you kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You made out for a while until he decided to move the strap of your bra over your shoulder. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder, and you didnât understand how he did it all this, being this fucking good at everything, but you enjoyed the show.Â
âNeed to get my fishnets offâ, you whimpered under his touch.Â
He ripped open your fishnets using his hands, and you swore to yourself you hadnât seen anything as hot as that. You lifted your body using your hands on the counter so he could take the remains of the stockings off. And when he was done, he nibbled your ear and his heavy breathing made you squirm.Â
âFinger me?â, you asked as his lustful ocean eyes stared into yours. âItâd be my pleasureâ, he smirked, pushing your lingerie to the side and pushing two fingers into you with the perfect amount of pressure.
âFuck, you are so wetâŠso good, Y/Nâ, he remarked huskily and moved his fingers inside you in swift motion. You widened your legs so heâd get a better entrance. âMmmmhâ, you whimpered, your head tilted back and eyes closed. Luke trailed down kisses from your neck to your chest. You opened your eyes and his lips crashed into yours.Â
âNeed you to fuck me, Lukeâ, you whispered into his mouth. âBelieve me, I will. Just wanna make you cum firstâ, he whispered and kissed you. And in under a minute, you were a whimpering mess under his touch, him giving you a smug look. You swore you just saw the stars, no one had ever known your body like him. And it didnât make any sense, this was the first time being with him. But it didnât have to make sense, you were now with him and god, he made you feel incredibly good.Â
His fingers left your entrance and his lustful dark eyes met yours again. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, still holding the eye contact.
âBaby, you taste so good... Fuckinâ incredibleâ, he mumbled.
âFuckâŠâ, you whimpered as you were still coming off your high and watching Luke taste you did not help to urge to feel him inside of you. Neither did the fact that you noticed his boner through his dark dress pants. What was this man doing to you?
âWanna go to my bedroom?â, he suggested, and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, giving you a small lingering kiss on your collarbone.
âThought youâd never askâ.
You both grabbed your clothes from the floor and you went upstairs. In the upstairs hallway, Luke couldnât resist but pin you against the wall, kissing your face like he had never kissed before. You grabbed his erected dick under his dress pants and stroked it slightly above the material, making Luke whimper. âY/NâŠâ, he started yet couldnât finish the sentence.
âMmmh? Tell me?â, you asked as you started to unbuckle his belt.
âMmmmh, donât tease me, Y/Nâ
âThatâs bold of you since you started it...â, you pointed out.
âMmmhhhâŠfuck, thatâs true. Letâs go before I fuck you against this wall and everyone will hear itâ, he gave you a quick peck on your lips, leaving you wanting for more. You didn't know Luke could be this smug, but it definitely turned you on.
Luke led you to his bedroom. You placed yourself on his California King, and looked around. You had never been in Lukeâs bedroom. A few paintings hung on the dark -painted walls, a vintage record player rested on the dressing table and the TV across the bed covered most of the wall space.
Luke retrieved a condom from his wallet, which was resting on his night-stand and pulled down both his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened dick. In the meanwhile you got rid of your skirt, and underwear. He placed the condom on and you couldn't help but admire the sight in front of you. Luke tossed both his pants and boxers off to the floor. He placed his body on top of you, kissing you and making the kiss deeper as you slid your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues danced together and your anticipation for the following grew, even though you had gone through your high already. But maybe, just maybe, he could make you come twice. His lips parted from yours, and he looked into your eyes, his fingers traveling along your lips.
âYouâre so damn beautifulâ.Â
âYouâre fuckinâ beautiful tooâ, you answered, your need for him growing.
âYou ready?â. You nodded and he slipped into you slowly as you kissed his neck. You detached your lips from his neck and tugged his hair, your hands exploring the softness of his curls. A few moans escaped from both of your mouths. How could he make moaning sound so damn good?Â
âPlease keep on goingâ.
"Was planning on doing so, princess".
He thrusted into you, and your walls clenched against him. You saw him biting his lip, his eyes wide open, clearly enjoying the view of you. âFuck, you are perfect. So tight around me.... So goodâ, he praised.
This would probably never happen again, so you decided to make the most of it.
You met his lips in a kiss and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, his own meeting with yours. His thrusts became quicker and you both moaned of pleasure. Your hands had moved to his upper back, your nails scratching the warm skin.
And when you both came undone, you cleaned yourselves up and laid in his bed. You both stared at the bedroom ceiling. Luke had asked you to stay, which had surprised you.Â
âI held myself back when you kissed me in the gameâ, the blonde confessed. You looked at Luke, whose left arm was leaning against the back of his head. Only now you noticed his bird tattoo on his bicep. You couldnât see it properly in the dim lightning, but you were guessing it was a hummingbird. To be honest, there probably were a lot of things you didnât know about him.
âDid you?â, you asked in a rather suggestive voice, and turned your body towards him under the covers.
âWell, yeah, have you seen yourself? Fuckinâ beautiful. I wanted to rip those fishnets off you the moment I saw you in themâ, he chuckled and his eyes met yours.
You couldnât help but feel flustered. Luke Hemmings, of all the people in the world, thought you wereâŠbeautiful?
âIn that case, Iâm happy I decided to wear themâ, you giggled.
âI can buy you a new pair of fishnetsâ, he offered.
âYou really donât need to do thatâ.
âIf that gives me an excuse to see you, then Iâd like toâ, you saw an endearing smile appear on his face.
âWhat if you break them too?â, you chuckled, not that you wouldnât mind him doing that.
âThen Iâd have another excuse to see you againâ, he reasoned, and shuffled closer to you. You didnât know if it was still the alcohol clouding your judgement, but you liked him. Maybe a bit more than you wanted to.Â
âSeems like you want it to be a patternâ, you suggested.
âWell, if it makes you scream like earlierâŠâ, he smirked and took you in his arms, your face squished against his warm and toned chest. âLuke!â, you screamed into his chest.
âHush hush now, everyone is asleepâ, he kissed the top of your head, and chuckled.
âSorryâ, you giggled and wrapped your hand around his waist, snuggling closer to him. Your face rested against his chest, and he stroked your hair gently.
"Good night beautiful", he reached for your lips and planted a small kiss on them, then turning off the bedside lamp. "Good night, Luke".
ââŠ
âQuit starinâ at me princessâ, Luke spoke with his eyes closed as you lied with him in his enormous California King bed.Â
âI canât, youâre way too prettyâ, you played with his curls, both of your naked bodies under the same duvet.
You had been awake for a while now, mainly going over the memories of last night. Lukeâs lips pressed against yours, his hands grabbing the sides of your body, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he was inside of you. You had contemplated leaving Lukeâs house, but you didnât want to do it to Luke. And the change in Lukeâs behavior towards you made you question his motives. He even let you sleep in his bed, and didnât want you to leave to your room. Did he actually like your company? Or was he just lonely?
You removed your hand from his set of curls, and wondered what it must be like to be that beautiful. It was unfair how good-looking he was.
âTalk to me about pretty, huh?â, he opened up his eyes and scanned your face. âHushâ, you gave him a deadly glare and he grinned back at you.
âTell me when did you get so freaking hot?â, you asked him.
âHavenât I always been?â, he winked and readjusted the pillows on the bed, his face and body now towards yours.Â
âYeah, but I meanâŠlike this hot. Ridiculously hot. So hot I want to jump into your lapâ
âNow youâre just makinâ a fool out of meâ
âAm not! I promiseâ, you exclaimed. âI swear when I saw you last night, something happened inside of me. This lust, I guessâŠI donât know what the hell it wasâ
âWell, thank you. Good to hear I donât look like an absolute knobheadâ, he rolled his eyes, and letting out a chuckle.
âAnd heâs funny tooâ, you giggled.
âCâmereâ, he motioned you into his embrace and you laid there for a moment in silence, taking in the moment. This silence felt comfortable in some odd way. His fingers brushed gently against yours, moving to cup your face, his mouth telling you compliments you never expected to come from his mouth. Youâre gorgeous. Your eyes are pretty as hell. I like cuddling you. You smiled back at him, not really knowing what to answer.
âSo this wasnât a one time thing?â, you decided to break the newly founded silence.
âNope. If thatâs okay with you?â, Luke searched for your approval from your softened eyes, and you gave him that. âMore than okayâ, you smiled. You looked for something in his eyes. Maybe a hidden truth. You were his friend, but you didnât know him truly. You did not really have an idea who he was deep in his core. But your instinct told you to find out.
"Good. Did you actually like my Halloween costume or were you just being polite?", Luke hummed, and placed his head into the crook of your neck.
"I thought you looked hot. And so dreamy... So yes Luke, I liked it", you beamed, and pecked his lips. "A lot", you added and caressed his pretty curly hair.
"You were a pretty dreamy Ginny yourself", he placed his mouth on your neck, sucking on the skin slightly, then placing a few sloppy kisses on your jawline. His breath started to become noticeably heavier, and you giggled, "Luke Hemmings, you are one hell of a guy".
After a while of lounging around with Luke, you both decided to do your morning rituals and throw some clothes on. Yeah, you might have hooked up with him again, only in the shower this time, and you felt as if you couldn't keep your hands off the blonde.
You and Luke had decided to go downstairs and cook something for breakfast, and now you waited for him to come out of the bathroom. Luke opened up the bathroom door attached to his bedroom, and you studied his features.
You couldnât help but smile as he was humming some song you had never even heard of. He had a habit of doing that, making you smile. Or at least that was what he had been doing the past hours. And last night, obviously. He was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants, which made you drool over him, and a black AC/DC t-shirt. He had also offered you an oversized band t-shirt to wear since your own shirt was a bit uncomfortable to wear. So now you were standing in front of Luke, wearing his oversized t-shirt and barely visible black skirt. You would have never guessed that something like this could actually happen.
âReady?â, he asked, and you nodded. You were waiting for him to open the door, until he decided to turn around and he grabbed your face into his hands. He pressed a delicate and endearing kiss on your lips.
âActually, now weâre readyâ, he chuckled and finally opened the door. âYou dorkâ, you giggled, the taste of his toothpaste lingering on your lips.
âNo one should be up, itâs barely 9amâ, Luke commented as you were walking down the stairs. âYeah, thereâs not a chance anyoneâs up yetâ, you agreed with him and you both walked into the kitchen, only to discover every single person that had stayed at Luke's sitting by the kitchen table.Â
âGood morning, Luke and Y/Nâ, Crystal greeted you two, to which both you and Luke responded.
Luke offered you a glass of water with a side of lemon and ice, after he had convinced you of how the drink makes a great hangover cure. You and Luke found yourself seats by the kitchen table, next to each other since they were the only ones not taken.
"Luke? Y/N?" Ashton opened his mouth.
âWe fuckinâ heard you last nightâ, Ashton remarked as both you and Luke were caught up in your own worlds. And then you made sense of what Ashton had just said.
...Oh my god, had they really heard allâŠthat?Â
Your best friend was sitting next to Ashton, and they were giggling with Ashtonâs arm resting behind their chair.
You hadnât talked this through with Luke. Shit, shit, shit. You hadnât really even thought about if anyone had heard you last night.
âOh you are speechless now, is that it?â Ashton giggled, making your friend, Michael, Crystal, Calum and Brandy laugh too.
âWe really hope you Luke cleaned up the kitchen afterwardsâ, Crystal commented. âJust sayingâ, she added and gave a quick peck to Michael. Michael chuckled, and took turns looking at you, and then Luke.
âI did, donât you worry about it Crysâ, Luke scratched the back of his head, obviously feeling awkward as hell. You cleared your throat, wishing to be anywhere else than being questioned about your little rendezvous with Luke last night.
âAnd you used a condom?â Ashton asked, making Luke groan. âOf course, you fuckinâ moronâ.
âOkaaaay, should we change the subject? Us having sex isnât the most exciting topicâ, you chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Even the handsome blonde beside you.
âIt definitely did sound exciting last nightâŠAll the screams and objects fallinâ to the floor, all Y/Nâs whimpers and Lukeâs -â, Ashton remarked, but was soon interrupted by an annoyed Luke.
âOkay okay, we get it. We were a bit loud. But letâs move on, pleaseâ, Luke groaned.Â
"I want to hear more details though... Were the kitchen and Luke's bedroom the only places you had sex in?", your best friend took apart in the conversation, grinning from ear to ear. Y/B/F/N had to be kidding. And were the walls of Luke's house made of paper? "Yes", you answered in turn, trying to sound as convincing as you could. They didn't need to know about the shower session an hour ago.
âIt was no wonder you ended up sleeping together, I mean you were drooling over each other the whole nightâ, Michael continued, and chuckled.
âYouâve got to be fuckinâ kidding me right nowâ, Luke cursed, obviously wanting the conversation topic to change sooner than later.
âCalm down, Hemmingsâ, Calum chuckled, earning a side eye from you and a deadly glare from Luke. âOkay, okay, I wonât say anythinâ next timeâ, Calum put his hands up in defense and grinned awkwardly.Â
You looked at Luke only to discover him looking at you, a small smile creeping upon his pretty pink lips. Next time.
a/n: hey please do share your thoughts on the gifs, did they disturb your reading experience? iâd love to know, ty! đ€
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luke bf thoughts âàžșïœĄ*:
an: i'm so glad you guys are loving this series as much as i love writing it!!! micheal's will (hopefully) but up soon if i don't get super busy. luke is my cheat lane so i might've gotten a little carried away... enjoy!
fluff and nsfw sections included!
so much hand holding he always wants to be touching you
big pet names user. always puts "my" in front of it. i know for a fact that his favorite pet name you use for him is pretty boy
dates to music/record stores
panting each others nails
he love love loves when you do his makeup. especially before shows!!! he would 100% brag about how much he loves it while he's on stage
an ungodly amount of songs written about you
power naps together on the couch in his studio
matching converse
dinners with the other guys and their partners
weekend coffee runs
brunch every sunday especially before he leaves for tour
so many dad selfies of him when he's on tour
would totally FaceTime you to show you something that reminded him of you
sends you a postcard from every city he preforms in
annotated book swap before tour so you guys have another thing to chat about during your nightly calls
constantly asking your opinions on lyrics or melodies
such a little spoon. loves how safe you make him feel and when you play with his hair or scratch his arms, back, etc
matching jewelry
random texts or calls just because he wants to talk to you
matching for every holiday-- halloween, christmas, etc
making playlists for each other
nsfw section under the pictures
oh my god he's a munch. if he's a bad day he's eating you out, but especially if you've had a bad day, within minutes of you being in the house he's between your legs
soft and slow make outs
bondage with silky ribbons
switch with a large pleasure/soft dom lean
edging!!! he loves hearing you whine and rut into him
marking!!! loves when your lips stick marks stain his face and neck, especially if it's before a show. doesn't mind putting some lipstick on and giving you them too.
constantly fucking you when you're wearing his clothes. it just turns him on so much knowing that you chose to put something of his on
such good aftercare omg
very very vocal-- always wants to know how good you're making him feel
loves blowjobs, but not just because his dick is in your mouth. he loves watching you work, the way you sit between his legs and look up at him and how your lips get all plump and messy. the way you react when his hips buck up into you or his grip tightening around your hair. he can't get enough of it-- he can't get enough of you
i don't think he would be into food play, but there was 100% a situation with some whipped cream
hair pulling
so so so much dirty talk
king of quickies
slight exhibitionist vibes-- eating you out in a friend's bathroom, fucking in the green room before a show. he just finds it thrilling that someone else could find out how good he makes you and only you feel
so so so sweet but definitely possessive. you're his and he's yours and he wouldn't have it any other way
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.·:*šàŒș MASTERLIST àŒ»Âš*:·.
tom blyth -
youâre my bestfriend.
in that lavender haze.
watching the world from the sidelines.
âcause we were somewhere else.
i think thereâs been a glitch.
dancing in the refrigerator light.
you are the only exception.
state of grace.
coriolanus snow-
his girl.
i hope i was your favorite crime.
william h. bonney-
sleeping alone.
soon youâll get better.
youâre my only hope of getting into heaven, angel.
cowboy like me.
playing a dangerous game.
luke hemmings-
in a world of boys, heâs a gentleman.
jack champion-
iâve been in love with her for ages.
call it what you want.
percy jackson-
nothing yet!
request if you donât see your fav on here! requests are always open!
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you belong with me | l.r.h
luke hemmings x fem!songwriter!reader
summary: after luke finds out just what your song was about, his life was flipped upside down.
warnings: unrequited love, break up, lots of crying, happy ending (who cheered)
wc: 6k
a/n: this is a part two to this so be sure to read that before !
requests open
not proofread
Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â”
you sigh as you put your earbuds in to tune out the sound of the man in the front seat belting the lyrics of âwe belong togetherâ by mariah carey with the brunette in the passenger seat.
you couldnât help but let your eyes linger on the man. his blond, curly hair, just long enough to rest above his eyes, the stubble on his face that hadnât been shaven in at least two weeks, that pointy nose that was sculpted by the gods, and those ocean blue eyes.
you loved looking into those eyes.
he was your best friend, he was the one constant in your life and now he feels like a stranger.
youâre taken out of your trance when calum nudges your shoulder. âyou okay?â he mouths. you nod quickly offering him a smile, looking back down to the book you were reading.
calum sighs, he reaches for his phone and types up a quick message.
-âyou sure? you were staring again, y/n..â
-âiâm fine, cal. swear.â
calum huffs but leaves it at that. the two in the front continue belting out the lyrics and calum keeps an eye on you for the rest of the drive.
you shouldâve said no, you wanted to say no and stay home where at least youâd be free of the torture. but, with calum being calum he begged you until you agreed. just like he did when he convinced you to open up for them on tour in the early days.
if you had said no then, maybe none of this wouldâve happened.
âluke..i..â you wiped your eyes, it was so hard for you to hear that when you had spent all your life with him only to lose him in the end. âiâm sorry.â
luke shook his head, âno, iâm sorry.â
he stands there, looking at you with sorrowful eyes. he can feel himself tearing up but the moment is interrupted by sierra busting through the door. âthere you are!â she says, walking over to your side, her hand finding your arm. âare you okay, hon?â her eyes soften, noticing your tears.
you donât say anything but you nod, looking away while the girl side hugs you. âdid luke bother you? i told him specifically to not take away your spotlight tonightâ she says in a teasing matter and you laugh softly. but luke doesnât seem too amused.
âokay, well the guys are ready so whenever youâre ready, lukeâ sierra says, removing herself from your side then going back inside the club.
âso, what should we do?â luke ask, watching as you wipe your eyes once more. you shrug, ânothing, youâre with sierra. my feelings mean nothing anymore.â
your eyes flutter open as you feel someone shaking you gently, ây/n, wake up we made itâ you look at calum then begin stretching out as you look around. you see the tall palm trees as you can smell the breeze of saltwater wafting in from the open doors.
you step out of the vehicle and begin stretching while the others, ashton, michael, and crystal arrive in the other car as you gather your items from the backseat and pack them into your carry on, luke has already begun unpacking the car. âhereâs your bags, y/nâ he says, you donât skip a beat to bend down to take your bags and head for the entrance of the beach house and not bat an eye at him.
calum and ashton shared a room, the two couples had their own room, so you were left alone. not that you minded at all, it gave you time to think and have you time. if it ever got too overwhelming, you had your own space.
after spending some time unpacking, you decided to head out of your room and put your toiletries in the bathroom. as you stepped out, you saw everyone gathered around the island in the kitchen, sierra jutting down whatever the other guys were saying. âoh! y/n!â ashton announces which then causes the others to look your way. âweâre making a grocery list. is there anything specific you need?â he adds.
you walk over to the island, standing across from them. âwell, what do you have down so far?â
âwe have breakfast foodsâŠum some stuff for dinner for the nights we donât eat outâŠsnacksâŠâ sierra begins listing off everything she had written down with a point of the pen.
âsounds like you got everything thenâ you hum, with a nod. âone more thingâ she adds, âdo you care to go with me?â
you look at the sierra across from you and smile softly, âsure. is crystal going too?â the brunette shakes her head, âher and mike went to the beach already. just us twoâ she smiles awkwardly. âoh, thatâs fine. let me get changed and we can head outâ you force a smile as you walk out of the kitchen to your bedroom.
the drive to the supermarket was quiet, your eyes glued to the road while sierra did whatever she was doing. given the circumstances, there was a little tension between the two of you and it was very hard for you to deal with.
you really liked sierra, she was a kind soul who saw the good in a lot of things. she had always been there to cheer you up, and you had considered her your best friend. but after that night at the open mic, everything changed.
the drive felt like it lasted forever, but eventually, you arrived at the supermarket.
pushing the shopping cart through the isles while sierra was looking at the list, you occasionally would drop some items in the basket that you wanted for yourself or, you and sierra both agreed on it.
âi really miss hanging out with you..â sierra says, standing at the end of the shopping cart in the drink aisle with you.
you look at her, smiling sadly. âi know, i miss it too. just..work has been..workâ you try laughing it off. âi can help, you know. i write songs tooâ she says. you nod, dropping a case of wine in the cart. âi know, i just donât want to bother youâ you shrug, and begin pushing the cart until the next isle.
you hear sierra sigh, giving you theâyou sound ridiculousâ. look. ây/n, it won't bother me! youâre my friend and iâd love to help outâ you chuckle softly, âokay fine. after this trip weâll work together.â you cave, and sierra claps her hands quietly with a big smile on her lips.
as the two of you stroll down the isle of chips and other snacks, your eyes catch the package of a certain snack you hadnât seen in years. âoh my god!â you announce, letting go of the cart to pickup the bag. âwhat is it?â the other girl asks. âlookâ you say, showing the bag to her. âi havenât seen these in years!â
memories wash over you like a wave as you stare at the packaging. âwhat are they?â she questions. âthese are lukeâs favorite! back on tour, we used to keep stashes of these in the busâ you laugh, grabbing an extra bag to also put it in the cart. âwe could eat up to two or three bags in a day, the other guys would always get onto us..â you laugh, reminiscing.
âoh really?â sierra didnât know this. she didnât know his favorite snacks or drinks. she didnât know how he would bounce his leg when he had a lyric on his mind and needed to write it down, she didnât know that when he picked at his face subconsciously it meant he was worried. she didnât know lukeâs favorite movie, she didnât know that he only wears certain rings, rings you got him. she didnât know that when luke got quiet it meant he was thinking hard about something. she doesnât know that luke keeps a song journal with some of his deepest feelings.
but you do.
you know all of this.
by the time you and sierra had arrived at the beach house, the sky was already turning dark. you had taken a couple of bags out of the back and began heading inside. âguys, we need helpâ you announce, dropping the bags on the kitchen counter.
you turn around see the other five standing up from their seats and going outside, and you follow suit.
it took you, sierra, and the other five to haul the rest of the groceries back inside and to unpack. but thankfully, it was only one trip.
while sierra was handing you boxes of cereal, luke hollered, âoh my god!â everyone whips their heads around, startled by his abrupt yell. âwhat is it?â ashton asks, and luke grinned holding up the bag of snacks before ripping into them letting the smell waft into his nostrils, letting the memories flood back. âitâs the snacks we used to eat!â
you smile, seeing his reaction as he reaches in for a handful, stuffing it in his mouth. âwhere did you find these? i thought they discontinued them!â he says with a mouth full.
you laugh, walking over and take a couple for yourself. âdont talk with your mouth full, and donât eat em all because once that bag is gone, youâre donezo. the other one is mineâ you taunt earning a frown the from curly-haired man.
sierra watches, she sees how his eye has lit up. she sees and you were suddenly beaming with happiness upon seeing lukes smile.
the next evening, everyone had wanted to go out to dinner to celebrate your second album as a release party. you, however, wanted to stay back as you weren't feeling it but ashton practically demanded and dragged you out of bed and told you to get ready. âokay, okay!! iâll get ready..â you groan as ashton pushes you into the bathroom, you can hear a victory laugh from him as the door shuts.
you look up, seeing yourself in the mirror knowing you should be excited to go out and celebrate the release of your second album. you had a good following and people who were anticipating your release. but you just werenât feeling it, probably because all of the songs were about your best friend.
but, you just werenât looking forward to dinner or the release party.
you step out of your bedroom smoothing out your dress, which is a dark navy blue. you see everyone else standing in the kitchen or sitting on the sofa in their outfits. the guys in their suits, and crystal and sierra in a dress similar to yours, but crystals was red, and sierra was black.
âready? oh? youâre matching with luke!â ashton laughs, as he stands up from the sofa, pointing to lukeâs tie.
you look at lukeâs tie, feeling extra awkward now, âoh..â you say. âyou okay?â calum asks, âyup, everyone ready?â you change the subject, and they all nod and head out for the night.
all seven of you sat together at a large table at a nice restaurant, ashton and calum had planned it nicely and were sure that the table was in a private area.
you had already finished appetizers when michael spoke up. âdo you remember when we first toured?â he asks.
âyeah..â calum and ashton say, you nod. âwhat was your favorite part of tour?â he asks. everyone falls silent while they think, âdefinitely all the drinkingâ calum answers, you laugh and shake your head, âyou were a nightmare.â
âdefinitelyâ luke agrees with you.
âoh, soundchecks were fun. messing with managersâ michael answers.
âi liked songwriting, i wrote some of my favorite songs on tour with you guys.â you smile, remembering all the good times. âperforming was kinda cool tooâ you laugh.
everyone smiles, you hear calums âawâ and you just roll your eyes.
âwhat about you, luke?â ashton asks.
luke thinks for a moment, but he isnât too sure how to answer it. âi think i enjoyed performing the most, it was good experience.â michael nods, âtrueâ he agrees.
then the table falls silent again when entrees arrive. everyone seems to be enjoying their food, until, crystal asks you, ây/n, who did you write your songs about?â
you look up from your plate, you feel your ears turning hot. you always hated this question because how could you tell them it was about the man who was sitting just a few feet from you?
âwell..â you begin, finishing your bite. âitâs not really about anyone. itâs just a feeling you haveâ you try your best to come up with something believable. âthat way, anyone can relate to what i release.â you smile, but you feel lukeâs eyes lingering on your figure.
you look out of the corner of your eye and confirm your suspicions. he was looking at you.
âah, that makes sense!â crystal smiles, âyour work is incredible.â
âthank you, crysâ
it was nearing midnight now, closer to your release time. instead of the restaurant you had moved to a club just a few streets over which was also set up for your release party.
ashton was by your side as you enter, letting the couples go in first, then you, ashton, and calum. you look around and see some old faces and friends.
âdo you want anything?â calum asks as the two of you stand at the bar. you shake your head, ânah, iâll passâ you smile while taking a seat at the bar. calum nods, respecting your wishes as he orders himself a drink. you sit there playing on your phone to pass the time until it hits midnight. throughout the night you have people coming up to you and congratulating you on your album, and you just smile and nod. soon enough, midnight rolls around and you hear cheers and ashton appears from what seems like thin air with a cake while congratulating you. you smile, standing up from the bar stool.
âcongratulations on your album, y/n/n! we are so proud of you and we canât wait to see where life takes you!â ashton says, you feel yourself getting emotional seeing all of your friends around you. âwe love you!â you hear michael cheer which causes you to giggle before blowing out the candles.
as you leaned in to blow out the candles everything felt like it happened so quickly. a very, very drunk man showed up out of nowhere yelling profanities at your before pushing the cake on you. âand fuck you, you whore-â he continued until a someone interfered. you see luke out of the corner of your eye, yelling at him to shut up and throwing a few punches in.
you didnât move, feeling so embarrassed. you look down seeing all the cake on your skin and dress.
sierra and crystal rush to your side and take you away to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.
you were perched up on the counter, both sierra and crystal were trying their best to clean your dress and fix your makeup but you had already started crying.
âwhy would someone do that?â you ask, feeling so small.
âi donât know, hon..â sierra sighs, as she wipes off the icing on your face. âpeople are just jerks..â crystals adds.
thankfully the cake didnât get on your dress as much as it was on your face. the two other girls let you borrow their makeup once all of the cake was gone so you could try to enjoy the rest of your day.
âthank you guys, i donât know what i would do you without youâ you smile, hugging the two girls before heading back to the club floor.
you spot luke at the bar with michael and walk up, standing beside michael. you order yourself a shot of whatever came to mind first. âyouâre drinking? i thought you hated itâ michael asks, eyeing as you downed the shot.
âyeah, well, after the fiasco that just happened, i need to let loose for the nightâ
luke shouldâve stopped you after your fifth shot, but he didnât. he let you drink and he was now paying the price for doing so.
luke knew you better than anyone else, he knew you hated drinking because of the way it made you act and how you felt afterward.
he stares as you dance with an old friend and when he starts touching you a little too much, luke saw red.
he didnât even realize what he was doing until you were yelling his name. he lets go of the guy and turns to you, âare you okay?â he asks. âluke?! what the fuck?!â you yell, stumbling back a little, and luke catches you. âyouâre drunkâ luke says, âobviouslyâ you slur followed by a sigh as you finish the rest of your drink.
âokay, i think youâre done. we should head homeâ he suggested while taking your hand and leading you through the crowd of people to gather up the rest of your group.
you donât protest, in fact, you are excited to head back home and sleep away the night and hopefully forget everything that happened.
the night has come to an end, and you all had finally returned to the beach house. the seven of you all sat around a bonfire talking about life and what they want in the future. you were seated a few feet from the group, admiring the stars, and how clearly you could see them.
the sudden hit of a soccer ball caught your attention and you followed the direction where the ball had rolled from and your eyes landed on calum and ashton. âcmonâ calum says, extending his hand you want to say no because you can feel a headache forming, but calum beats you. âyou canât say no. get upâ
you groan, letting him take your hand and drag you in the sand to kick the soccer ball around before all of you head in for the night.
luke didnât know how long he was watching you. but what he did know, is just how bad he wished he was the one you making laugh like calum does. luke wants to be the one helping you from the sand like ashton does.
his body longs for your touch as his heart yearns for your love.
sierra watched as he was eyeing you, he looked at you like you were the only person in the world. he was starstruck when it came to you, his y/n. everyone saw it except maybe you, and himself.
heâd never admit it though, for the sake of sierra.
but what he didnât know is that she knew she would never replace you in his heart. luke didnât know she had already made up her mind about their relationship.
âluke..â she speaks up while leaning in, in hopes of getting his attention. luke is pulled out of whatever trance he was in and finally looks at the girl. âyeah?â he asks, looking as if he had just come off cloud nine after hearing your laugh. âwe need to talk.â
luke nods, âis everything okay?â he asks, turning his body to fully face his girlfriend. as sierra is about to begin speaking she is interrupted by ashton, who had his arm around your shoulder. âyou all coming?â lukeâs eyes land on you, naturally. he sees that you didnât even bother to look at him, he looked disappointed. âweâll catch up later.â
luke watches as you disappear over the sand dunes and his eyes finally land on sierra. âwhatâs up?â he asks, noticing sierras blank expression.
she takes in a long breath, trying to find the right words without hurting his feelings. âi donât think this is gonna work out.. between usâ she confesses, feeling the tears threatening to spill in her eyes. âwhat..? why..?â asks luke.
âbecause you donât love me.â
âwhat? sierra, i do-â
âno, lukeâ she cuts him off, smiling softly. âyou donât, and itâs okay.â she takes his hand and holds it softly. âi shouldâve known i couldnât take her place in your heart.â âwhat..?â
ây/n.â sierra answers, fighting back the tears. âi see the way you look at her, you have that look in your eyes every time they land on her. you love her and you need to admit that to yourself.â and it was true, but luke had tried and thought that he had hid his feelings for you, but he was unsuccessful.
âi canât be her, i canât force you to love me, luke.â
âsierra..â he sighs, feeling ashamed.
âluke..look at meâ she takes her hands, cupping his chin so he would look at her. âlast night, when you came to her rescue i knew in that moment..â
âitâs okay, luke. we just arenât meant to be. you deserve someone who can make you happy, and she does.â
her thumb caresses his cheek, admiring all of his beauty as a tear slips from her eyes. âiâm sorry that i canât be the one in your heart.â she presses a kiss on his nose before standing up from her seat, leaving luke alone on the beach that night.
the next morning, your eyes are met with the excruciating pain in your temples as your eyes flutter open, meeting with the sunlight peaking in from the curtains. groaning, you throw your arm over your eyes to try to help with the light and you are reminded why you hated drinking so much.
you heard a few soft knocks at your door, âcome inâ you announce groggily. calum peeks his head in, âhey, weâre all heading out. you gonna join?â he asks. you remove your arm from your eyes and barely open them. you ask,âwhat time is it?â and calum laughs quietly . âitâs after five. youâve slept most of the day.â
you sigh, âiâll just stay back.â you answer and hear a quiet âokayâ from calum as he exits your bedroom, closing the door behind him.
you lie there for a while before eventually getting up to shower, in hopes it would make you feel a little better.
meanwhile, the others had all gone out bowling per the request of michael and ashton even though it was pretty late in the day.
calum wanted to stay back, he hated the idea of going out without you because he knew how bad your hangovers could be but he went, not wanting ashton to third wheel alone.
when they arrived at the bowling alley, it was pretty busy, they found a lane and started a few games. but everyone seemed to be off, calum couldnât put his finger on it, maybe it was the fact that you werenât here, or the fact they were all still a tad hungover. so, with only a few games in, they all decided to leave and head back to the rental house to watch a movie and make dinner instead.
when they all arrive back, they do their own thing. crystal and michael head to the patio for a couple of drinks, ashton goes to the living room, calum makes a b-line to the kitchen, sierra goes to her bedroom, and luke attempts to look for you. hoping to clear the air between the two of you.
âwheres y/n?â luke asks, noticing the door to your bedroom was wide open and you were nowhere else to be found. ashton looks around, shrugging as he plops down on the sofa. âmaybe sheâs at the beachâ the drummer suggests. âshe didnât text me.â calum announces from the kitchen, looking for some snacks. luke checks his phone, sending you a message but when you donât reply he decides to look for you himself.
you sat on the beach, your feet in the cool sand while you were scribbling away in your journal, this whole trip you felt so trapped and so empty. feeling as if you had lost your best friend over something so stupid you tried to push away those feelings, but in doing so you were jeopardizing your friendship with luke and sierra. pushing them out of your life pretty much.
you were so engrossed with your writing, you didnât even notice the tall blond heading your way.
âthere you are!â he announces, jogging to your side. âi was looking everywhere for you!â you look up from your book, seeing luke and immediately shutting it. âwell, you found meâ you answer, a bit harsher. you hear a sigh from luke, ây/n, are we ever going to talk this out?â he asks, you stand up from the shore and dust the sand off of you. âthereâs nothing to talk about, luke.â
actually, there was. you wanted to scream at him, you wanted to pour your heart out and tell him how much you loved him. how your heart aches for him, how your body yearns for his touch.
but you donât, you simply begin walking off but he stops you. ây/n.â he reaches out and grabs your wrist gently.
âwhy didnât you tell me?â he asks, and once you turn around he drops his arms to his side but his look is fierce. he was staring through you. âyou left me in the dark, y/n..how was i supposed to know?â
you groan, letting your head fall back. âluke, iâm sorry. okay?â you raise your head and look at him. âand this isnât all on me, either. you didnât tell me your feelings either.â
âwell who did you think all of those songs we wrote together were about?!â luke asks, raising his voice slightly.
âi donât know luke! i was too worried that if i said something wrong or if i slipped up i would lose my best friend!â you tell, the pain filled your chest and you felt yourself explode like a shaken soda bottle.
âi was worried that if i made the impression that i even had the slightest crush on you, youâd leave me, luke. you were the one thing in my life that kept me grounded. you were my everything, you were the air in my lungs, my heart was beating for you. so, iâm sorry, luke that i maybe didnât catch the hint. i was scared.â
luke blinks, his heart racing as you begin spilling out all your thoughts.
âwhy?â was all he asked.
âbecause i thought i wasnât good enough for you, luke. i was never the pretty one, i wasnât like the other girls. i was always the one who people settled for. and when sierra came into the picture, it was worse. when you started seeing her, i would see the way you looked at her. and it hurt me so bad, lu. because i wanted you to look at me like that, i want you to want me like you want her.â you didnât even notice the tears flowing down your cheeks.
âwhat?â in an effort to understand what he had just heard, his blue eyes were filled with devastation . did you really mean what you said? ây/nâŠdid you really feel like that? i made you feel like that?â he feels his heart breaking into small pieces. luke stares at you intently as you speak, he wants to reach out and wrap you in his arms. he wants to take away all your pain, he thinks itâs unfair you have been suffering all this time.
âyouâre a rockstar, luke. of course i felt that way, i couldnât compete with all the girls who threw themselves at you when we were on tour, and then when sierra came into the picture everything just shattered..â you wipe away the tears using the sleeves of your shirt. you had told yourself you didnât want to break down in front of him like this, but it was inevitable.
you sigh, trying to compose yourself as luke takes a few steps closer, and when his hand touches yours, you feel the wave of sadness hit you again.
âi see the way she looks at you luke, sheâs so in love with you and it kills me.â you feel the lump in your throat, and your lip quivers, but you continue. âi canât stand to be around you two, but i canât stand to be away from you, because i still love you so much, luke.â
his hand touches your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears staining your cheek. for a moment, when you look at him you could only wish he was yours. you felt at home when touched you so gingerly, and how his ocean eyes looked over you like you were the only girl in the world.
your hand reaches up, takes his, and removes it from your face. âyou two deserve to be together. she loves you luke, i can push my feelings down. i canât do that to her.â you say, ready to act like this never happened and you would go back to how things were.
abruptly, luke speaks. âshe broke up with me.â
your heart sinks, and you feel dizzy. were you hearing things? âwhat..?â you say, just above a whisper. âlast nightâ he continues, sighing as he did.
âduring the bonfire, i guess i..i was staring at you and she went on this rant about how she knows that i love you.â now, you see lukeâs eyes brimming with tears. his voice wavers, he sniffles once trying to suppress the tears. âand sheâs right, i do love you.â he admits. âluke..i..â
âno. please, just listen to me.â the blond cuts you off, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath. âi canât do this anymore, i canât pretend to love someone else when im still so in love with you.â
luke continues, his hands balled by his side. âi feel so complete with you around, and i canât take it when you act like we arenât close. i canât keep pretending.â
âyou are my everything, and it hurts me that i canât be with you.â his hand is over his heart, feeling the aching feeling he has been living with since that night. âi dream of you, all i do is dream of you. i canât get you out of my head. so, please donât push me away. let me love you.â
your mind was racing as you stared at him wide-eyed. unable to process the words he had uttered, âi canât do this right now..â you take a few steps back, âjust..â you shake your head leaving luke stranded on the beach.
luke watches your figure disappear. his chest tightens, thinking he had just lost you for good now. he thinks you blame yourself for his breakup. when you walk away he canât help but think you hate him more than you already did.
luke sits down in the sand, facing the ocean now. he wants to scream at the horizon, he wants the world, the gods, the universe to know just how much he loves you.
he canât bare the thought of losing you again.
luke has so much love for you, he knows everything about you. he wants to know the things that maybe you have kept hidden from him. he wants you to want him back. luke wants to make up for all of his mistakes, fix things, and give you the love you deserve.
but, if you donât feel like thatâŠhe would have to respect your decision.
you enter the house, seeing ashton on the sofa with calum with a few beers in their hands. âoh, hey, there you are. luke went looking for youâ calum says once you enter the door. âyeah, he found meâ you say, setting your book on the table and scanning the room. âwheres sierra?â you ask, ashton looks up from his phone and says, âher bedroom, but she was acting kinda weird today..â you nod, âokay, thanksâ
you stand in front of the door and mentally prepare yourself for possibly the worst fight youâd ever have. you knock a few times, âsierra?â you announce letting her know it was you. you heard a soft, âcome inâ and you twisted the door non letting yourself in.
you see her figure sitting on the twin bed closest to the window, you walk over to sit on the edge and thatâs when you notice the tears staining her cheeks.
âsierra..â you say, as you look at her. but she smiles sadly, âiâm not mad at you, if thatâs the reason your hereâ her voice was cracking and it was very obvious she had been crying for some time. âi..â you start, handing your head. âiâm so sorry.â you mutter, feeling your lip quiver.
you had been crying most of this trip. you wish you could just get a grip and stop acting so childish.
âstop..â she says reaching for your hand. âitâs okay, i knew. iâve known it since the beginning. i knew what i was getting myself into. butâŠit still hurts.â you nod, wrapping your arms around her. âi never wanted this to happen.â you sigh, feeling her arms pat your back. âi know, i donât blame youâŠâ she says quietly. sierra knows she couldnât take away what the two of you had. she had to be smart and realize if she continued the relationship she would only hurt herself in the future. she couldnât lie to herself when the truth was right in front of her.
ây/n, what you two have is real. itâs more than what we had, i canât pretend to be you and i canât make him love me like he loves you. i want the both of you happy, and if me cutting things off with him iâll do it.â she says, and pulls back to look at you. âyouâre my best friend, i donât want this to ruin us, okay?â she adds, and you nod. âdid he tell you how he felt?â you nod again, a laugh escaping your lips. âandddd?â she drawls, smiling. âi left him on the beachâ
ây/n!â she playfully hits your arm, âplease, go get that man before you lose him againâ she demands, pushing you off the bed. âgo!â you laugh and exit the bedroom.
luke sits on the beach, watching the waves crash onto the sand. he wonders if he just lost everything in less than twenty-four hours. he wonders where he went wrong, how he let you slip away, why he wasnât honest with youâŠor himself. luke is pissed at himself because maybe, just maybe, if he had been more open with his feelings and emotions maybe this wouldnât have happened.
he is racking his brain for the right words to say to fix what he had messed up so badly.
âlukeâ you say, pulling him out of his deep thought. he looks up, his eyes landing on your figure. he feels a warmth in his chest, but he doesnât get his hopes up. âyou came back?â
you nod, as you sit down next to him. âof course, i did.â you say, looking out at the ocean.
ây/n, im sorry. i didnât mean for all of that to just spill out, i-â you turn to him, stopping him as he tried explaining himself. âdontâ you shake your head.
âjust hold me, please.â
time passed quicker than you wanted it to. you sit between lukeâs legs, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting against your shoulders. you both wanted to watch the sunset since it was your last full night there. neither you nor luke said anything since you came back. you were simply just enjoying each other's company.
âlu?â
âhmm?â
âwhen did you realize you love me?â
luke thinks for a moment, he recalls the last show of their first headlining tour. he remembers the outfit you wore for your set and he remembers that in that moment is when he first realized his feelings for you.
âdo you remember our first headlining tour?â you nod, your eyes still on the ocean. âi do..â luke smiles, âthatâs when. i remember seeing your face on that stage and everything shifted..â he answered.
you smile to yourself, recalling that night. you were on cloud nine, you remember the hug and how much you loved being in lukeâs arms, just like you were now. âyou there?â he whispers. you nod, âi am. just..reminiscing.â
luke pulls you closer, and he squeezes you, afraid to lose you again. he traces soft circles on your arms as he gets lost in thought.
âyou there?â you chuckle, and you feel him nod against your shoulder.
âi just⊠i donât want to lose you again. i donât want to mess up this again. please let me make this right between us..â he says.
âlu, i love you. and thatâs why i came back. i want us to work outâŠi wantâŠus..â you speak quietly, the ocean crashing on the shore is in the background.
luke presses a kiss on your neck then, your cheek and finally, your lips. âi promise, y/n. iâll give you the life you deserve and we will have the best years, together.â
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Calum Hood x Famous!Reader Summary: Requested! After 4 years of agreed no contact, one phone call and song takes back all that you've worked for. Warnings: Mild Cursing, Slight of Explicit Content. Word Count: 1k (not rlly proofread lol) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
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"So, Y/n tell us more about Calum Hood"
A name I hadn't heard in exactly 4 years to the very date.
48 months, 1461 days, and 35040 excruciating long fucking hours.
My face immediately lights up at the name nevertheless, brushing my hair behind my ear nervously,
"Hood? I'm not quite sure what this has to do with my upcoming EP coming out at midnight", I breathlessly laugh out, my eyes locking with the interviewer in front of me. My new work titled, "Bittersweet" was launching at midnight, only containing 4 songs to go along with the 4 bittersweet years I've spent away from him. It was hopeless of me to write about him, but he was the only source of inspiration I could find.
"Well you two had a bit of chemistry as far as we know, is that right?"
Sure we did. We spent over 6 years together on and off, but always came back to each other. He was my rock, my everything, but ultimately we knew it wasn't going to work out.
"Sure we did, I mean it was nothing but a mere innocent crush", I cross my legs now, my shaky hands clasped on top of my knees. The crowd was silent as excited fans packed into the small room to hear the soft launch before midnight.
"Well it was surely more than innocent", she motions to the screen next to us. "This picture was taken four years ago in Bali during the second leg of their tour", I mentally roll my eyes but smile anyway. A few people from the crowd squealed as the iconic picture of us in cuddled up on the beach was displayed, the same one he posted himself as an excuse to have me on his page.
"Like I said- It was a small crush" I was trying to convince myself more than everyone else.
I watch as the slideshow continues on, the screen filled with every single moment in time that Calum and I were spotted together across the world. A few innocent ones of us walking next to each other, to one taken on the balcony of a hotel. We were just kids who didn't know what they were doing- lost in the moment together. He will always have a place in my heart. When things ultimately ended, we both agreed to never speak again- it was only weighing each other down.
"Well I thank you for your time, I hope everyone enjoys the album and finds some comfort in the chaos", I stand up abruptly, extending my hand to shake the interviewer's hand. The crowd cheered quietly as I walked off the stage with a slight wave. I needed to get out of here, I felt like a complete idiot working myself up over someone that I no longer talked to.
I slipped past the stage crew as I shuffled out past the backdoors and towards the parking lot, my fingers fumbling with my keys as I tore my driver's door open and plopped down dramatically. The door shut behind me and I sighed to myself loudly,
That was fucking ridiculous, they didn't even ask anything about me. Just about someone I never wanted to mention. Of course, I could talk about him until the end of time, but it wasn't my place to do so anymore. He was playing sold-out shows every other day and had no worry about a girl back home who happened to have matching tattoos with him, right? The tattoo we shared was of a small flower underneath our ribs, the same flower he gave me on our one-year "situationshipversary" as he called it. It was a silly gesture that I treasured, the California wildflower that he pulled over on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway to pick during peak traffic on the way to my house. It now lay inside a small glass bottle hung around my neck, all wilted like our history.
I pull my phone from my purse, scrolling down to the bottom of my contact list, and clicking on the "DO NOT CALL!!!!" number. I hesitantly dial his number and bring it up to my ear,
"Hey! You reached Calum, I'm away from my phone right now but leave a message!", He declined it immediately, either that or his phone was dead. Not quite sure which one makes me feel better. I roll my eyes at the stupid prepubescent voice and turn my phone off.
I tossed my phone down onto my lap and leaned my head against the wheel. I subconsciously wanted to log back into my Instagram and scroll down an update page to find out anything about him. I had no idea what he was up to or who he was with, it's been years since I've last heard his voice.
"You know this isn't good for either of us, Y/n", he rang through my head as I remember standing on his porch in late July.
"Calum, we've been through this so many times- why can't we just try?"
He runs his hand through his freshly cut hair and shakes his head, "It never ends well, I feel like a fucking lost dog who always limps its way back to you.. I just- Fuck- I can't do thi-"
The last thing I remember was the door closing in my face, leaving me all alone with no closure. I could hear him on the other side, a thump on the door indicating he was leaning against it. I tried for the handle, jiggling it a few times before banging on it, begging for him to talk to me. I couldn't stay mad at him forever, as much as I wanted to. I wanted to scream at him, slap him in his beautiful face, and kiss him all at once.
My phone vibrating snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked down,
DO NOT CALL!!!!
My heart skips a beat, staring at my phone on my lap buzzing away. I bit my lip softly, pulling it closer to my face as I accepted the FaceTime call.
The camera was pointing to the ceiling when I answered, his voice booming loudly as he spoke.
"Hello?"
I let let a breath I didn't know I was holding, trying to gather the right words to say. What was I supposed to say after all this time?
"Cal?", my voice is softer than I had hoped for, the word slipping past my lip like it's begging to finally be let out.
"Holy shit", the camera shifts and he props it up against the wall, waving at me with one hand. Calum sits in his studio chair with his old bass in his lap, headphones pushed back against his long curly hair. His eyes are wide as he raises an eyebrow, "Shit, long time no see."
I adjust the camera against my steering wheel and scoot my seat back, allowing for a better view of myself as I smile innocently with an awkward wave. "Hi Cal, how ya been?" I see his eyes travel down to the necklace around my neck, my fingers dancing around the bottle as I speak.
"Shit, Y/n if I'd known it was you calling I would've answered way faster, I just had deleted your number-", he stops himself, looking up with a sympathetic crooked smile before sighing. I raise a hand up to reassure him instead, "Calum", god saying his name tugs at my heartstrings, "It's okay, I get it... we don't have to dance around it.. now what are you up to?"
He was lying, Calum hood was bluffing to my face and I had no idea. After all this time, he still had my contact listed as "My wildflower", but he couldn't dare admit to me that he didn't answer sooner because he was scared.
Scared of what I was going to say
Scared id tell him I found someone new
Scared of seeing or hearing me again
"I'm actually working on a song right now", he laughs and holds the iconic bass up, a small spot right under the strings that once had a star sticker I placed on it- now scraped off.
I make a face, reminding myself that that was the past and I shouldn't dwell on it too much, but seeing him happier without me didn't make me feel like I thought it would. A part of me wished he was as miserable as I was, cooped up in my room writing stupid songs that were confessing my raw feelings.
"What's it about?", I chirp up as he bends down to play a few notes on the keyboard next to him, assuming it's the intro.
"It's about someone that was in my life, uh someone you don't know- she came around afterward", he says slowly, not meeting my eyes through the screen. I just nod in agreement, opening my mouth to speak.
"Would you like to come over for dinner sometime this week?", The words flow out before I had time to think about it. As I wait for his response, I pick at my nails- a habit he absolutely hated. He would smack my hand out of my mouth every chance we were together, telling me "I'd get worms in my belly" I did stop for a while, but my bitten nails were the only reminder he was actually gone.
"Yeah, I would love to!- Look I'll let you go but we'll keep in touch alright?", He speaks quickly, his hand flying down in one swift movement. With that, he ends the FaceTime call and I'm left looking at my reflection. I looked dumbfounded, smiling to myself as wide as I could.
I couldn't let myself fall for this again, for him- we both knew it wasn't going to end well for either of us. But hell it's been 4 years and I've changed as a person, and by the looks of it, he has too.
My phone buzzed once, twice, and then three before I looked back up at it to see three new messages from none other than Hood.
DO NOT CALL!!!!: I kinda lied, you do know the person I wrote it about
DO NOT CALL!!!!: mp3.wildflower.calumdemo.rec
DO NOT CALL!!!!: my wildflower ;)
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playing games. lrh
pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader
summary: it's so fun to tease luke, to rile him up and get him right where you want him. but actions come with consequences.
warnings: 18+ only. minors DNI. teasing, dirty talk, safe sane and consensual, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), shower sex, established relationship, light daddy kink.
words: 3,831
a/n: to the anon that requested this, i hope this is satisfactory. i literally could not stop thinking about it all of last night and today. so. here it is.
feedback and constructive criticism welcome. requests are open!
Copyright © 2024 badomensbaby. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
âFuck, youâre driving me insane.â
The first words Luke has spoken to you in the last twenty minutes, since the two of you bid your friends goodbye at the restaurant. Theyâre spoken so low and strained that it warms your chest, heart fluttering when you hear your boyfriendâs uneven breaths echo the vehicle.Â
Only minutes away from home, you know the moment youâre both out of the car and heading inside heâll be all over you. He hasnât stopped staring at you all night, in particular the black dress that clings to your frame like second skin. Exposing just enough of your chest that someone tall, like him, has a rather perfect view. But his favorite, as you know, is the slit up your left thigh in the velvet fabric.Â
Your fingers toy with the lace trim, humming in hopes youâre maintaining a sense of obliviousness, while your dress hikes further up your thigh, exposing mouth-watering skin you know Luke just canât resist.Â
He shifts in his seat, likely trying to relieve pressure, dick strained against the seam of his dress slacks. Heâs never subtle about how hard he gets for you, or how quickly, but the less he speaks, the angrier he becomes. His silence is like a time bomb, and likely you wonât make it to the foyer before heâs buried inside of you.Â
But that isnât what youâre aiming for. Not tonight. No, you want to draw it out. Your lips lift into a light smile, remembering when Luke had dropped his fork beneath the table and found your thighs splayed open, white lace doing almost nothing to conceal you. His nails scratched along the inside of your thigh, desperate, but ultimately restrained himself in favor of not looking like a sex-crazed idiot in front of your friends.Â
You want more of that. Being just out of Lukeâs reach. Taunting him, speaking with sways of your hips and telling him just wait with your eyes. You want him to fiend for it, beg and beg while heâs right there on the edge so close to taking what he wants until you give him permission. The sex is always better when heâs desperate.Â
âI havenât done anything.â You hum quietly, keeping your eyes trained out of the window as Luke makes a right turn into your neighborhood. Itâs late, nearly eleven-thirty, which only makes your plan all the more enjoyable.Â
Luke scoffs. His knuckles remain white, clasped so tightly around the steering wheel that it makes your stomach pool with warmth. Itâs thrilling to see him fighting it off, resisting the urge to fuck you in the car before you even make it inside. âYouâre a terrible liar, Y/N.â
You let his words settle between you. Instead of a verbal response, you force out a yawn, followed by a sigh that sounds too whiny and moan-like. Luke shifts in his seat once again, before pulling into the driveway.Â
Youâve never seen him shift the vehicle into park so quickly, or remove the keys from the ignition. You maintain the sense of aloofness, slowly sliding out of the car and trekking towards the front door, Luke hot on your heels as you punch in the code for the electronic door lock.Â
Luke kicks his shoes off behind you, as your heels clack on the wooden floors. Phase one, light teasing in the car, complete. Now for phase two. You begin yawning once more, reaching to remove your earrings as you head towards the stairs to your bedroom. You hear Luke intake a sharp breath before ultimately following.Â
âY/N,â He says around a harsh swallow, standing in the doorway of your room. You remove your jewelry, placing each necklace and ring in its rightful place on the vanity, briefly glancing at your boyfriend through the mirror.Â
Heâs flushed, sober with a soft pink that blooms down his chest, shirt splayed open and desperation tight in his shoulders. Heâs trying so hard, you can tell, the way his jaw locks and hands ball into fists at his sides. Lukeâs playing nice, for now, but you decide phase two must continue.Â
âMâtired, Lu,â You say, but the tone of your voice isnât convincing and he knows youâre bluffing. You turn to him, batting your dark, inky lashes, head tilted. âI just need a shower and some rest. Tonight was a lot.â
âYouâve been a tease all night,â He says, baby blues practically swallowed whole by his pupils. You canât deny how exciting it is to see him like this, how poorly you know youâll be walking tomorrow. Itâs just too easy to rile him up, twist the little knob in his back and set him off like a toy. âAnd now youâre justââ
âIâm just what?â You press, a challenging brow raised. âWhatâs got you so riled up, Lu?â
âYouââ He narrows his eyes, though he doesnât hide the way they snake down the length of your body. The curve of your breasts, the width of your hips, like a man starved of your touch his entire life. âI see right through you, you know.â
You tut softly. âWhat ever do you mean?â You taunt in a soft voice, plush lips pouted, reverting your eyes from Lukeâs reflection. âWould you mind unzipping my dress, baby?â
A low groan rumbles up his throat. âOf course,â He says, crossing the room in long strides before heâs grasping the zipper, breath warm against the back of your neck with every inch itâs undone. Goosebumps prickle the exposed skin, and Lukeâs hand rests at the base of your spine. You can tell heâs fighting it, you donât even have to look at him to know heâs practically drooling. âYouâre really going to shower?â Thereâs a tilt of disbelief in his voice.Â
âMhm,â You hum, turning gently, careful to avoid stepping on Lukeâs sock-covered feet with your heels. Want flashes across his face, fingers obviously dying to brush the straps from your shoulders, to expose you, consume every dip and curve of you. âYouâll be a good boy and wait, wonât you?â
Lukeâs eyes briefly flutter closed. Heâs almost there. You have him right in the palm of your hand, shaking him and rattling him and heâs so close to going off. To taking you the way you want him to. Time for phase three.Â
âGood,â Despite not agreeing with your prior statement, you pat Lukeâs chest softly, his eyes dark when they blink open. You muster up your sweetest smile, stepping around him, heels clicking tauntingly on the wooden floors as you sway towards the en-suite bathroom. âYou know..â You trail off when you cross the threshold, flicking on the lights and turning on the shower.
Luke hasnât moved. He can barely see you from where heâs still standing, painfully hard and holding on to your every word. âWhat?â He asks in a rasp.
âItâs such a shame,â You approach the threshold once again. âI really thought you liked this dress.â
âI do,â Luke answers quickly. âOf course I fucking do, Y/N.â
âThen why am I the one taking it off?â You tilt your head, finding yourself wanting to smile at the visible confusion on Lukeâs face before running the tips of your fingers across your shoulders, the straps falling, top half of the dress pooling at your waist. Breasts bare. You swear Luke stops breathing.Â
Why stop now? You figure itâs best to keep going, push him until he breaks. Hooking your thumbs through the material, you slide the velvet fabric down until it meets the floor. Carefully, you step out of it, curling the toe of your heel beneath it. In an instant, you kick the dress, watching as it flies and falls into a lump by Lukeâs feet.Â
Luke throws his head back, Adamâs apple visibly strained in his throat as he attempts to swallow. âYou fucking tease.â He reiterates, something akin to a growl escaping through his clenched teeth.Â
âCanât let the water run cold,â You say, head tilted, before turning back into the bathroom.Â
Lukeâs hands are on you in an instant.
Heavy, warm hands clasping your hips, halting you and drawing your nearly bare body until your back is flush with his clothed chest. âYou fucking minx,â He utters into the skin of your shoulder, breathy and warm. âItâs all games to you, isnât it? Getting me all out of sorts for a bit of fun.â
You reach behind you, hand finding the curls nestled at the nape of Lukeâs neck, holding them tightly between your fingers. âOf course it is, baby,â You tell him. âI like you like this. You always fuck me just like I need.â
âOh, is that so?â Luke presses a soft kiss to the juncture of your neck. You lax against him, feeling his arousal press into your backside. âI love when you act like youâre in charge.â
âWell if youâd get a move on maybe I wouldnât have to.âÂ
Lukeâs fingernails dig into your skin, eliciting a soft hiss from you. âYou know what I want, Y/N?â He asks. âI want to see my cock down your throat. Been thinkinâ about you on your knees in those pretty heels all night, baby.â
Your breath falters, âYeah?â
âYeah,â Lukeâs teeth graze and threaten to sink into your shoulder, but you feel him push you away. âThink you can do that, pretty girl?â
You nod, not trusting your words. Luke guides you, between slow blinks and arousal stirring in your stomach, until his hand is in your hair and forcing your body down until your knees hit the floor. In nothing but a pair of lace underwear and a pair of slim, black heels, you peer up at him.Â
âCâmon, baby, canât let the water run cold,â He echoes your earlier words, a slick, teasing smirk pulling at his lips. He uses his hold in your hair to bring your face closer to his slacks, cock oh so strained against the seam. Lips parted, you mouth along his clothed length happily. Tongue and all. âFuck, youâre gonna be messy tonight, huh?â
Knowing how heâll praise you, you fumble with Lukeâs belt and fly, wasting no time pulling his slacks to the middle of his thighs. His cock springs free, hard and tip flushed red, precome dribbling down the head. You adore Lukeâs cock, itâs so pretty, fitting for a man like him.Â
A low hiss leaves Lukeâs mouth when you get a hand on him, guiding his slick tip past your lips and closing your mouth around him. Warm and velvety, just what he needs. Heâs heavy and salty on your tongue. âWeâre not playing games here, baby,â He says. âLet me tell you how this is going down before you get too dumb to listen.â
You moan around him.Â
Lukeâs hips jerk. âFuck,â He moans softly. âGonna fuck your mouth, yeah? Gonna let me use you for a bit, baby. Get my cock all wet for you,â He pants softly as you slowly take him deeper. âThen, mâgonna fuck your sweet pussy until youâre sobbing. Begging me for more. That sound okay to you, baby?â
You glance up at him, sucking harshly, tongue running up the thick vein on the underside of his cock. âGood girl,â Luke hums. âHands off.â
You let go of the base, but settle your palms on the tops of Lukeâs thighs.Â
âI said hands off,â He tugs at your hair. It doesnât faze you, not really, but tears threaten the corners of your eyes. âDonât be a fucking brat, Y/N.â
You want it rough, though. Instead, you dig your fingernails into his skin, further proving the fact that you like this. Love it, really.Â
Luke thrusts his hips forward, tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth. âOh, I see,â He tuts. âYouâre still playing games.â
Heâs relentless then, fucking your spit-slicked mouth, your nose brushing his lower stomach with every move of his hips. Youâre utterly powerless, kneeling on the bathroom floor while he takes what he deserves from you. Wetness pools between your thighs, no doubt soaking the already damp fabric of your lace underwear.Â
He releases you suddenly, brain fuzzy and scalp sore, stepping away from you and stripping his slacks down his legs. âGet up,â Luke instructs, unbuttoning the dark shirt stretched across his shoulders. âTake those stupid fucking panties off. Heels too.â
When you donât move, Luke grabs you beneath the arms and hauls you to your feet. You fight the urge to smile. âWhy are you still trying to play, Y/N? You like when Iâm angry, huh? Is that it?â
Jesus, youâre soaked. Itâs pathetic, the way your thighs feel sticky and warm.Â
âFine. Weâll play your way.âÂ
The flimsy lace is torn, then, by Lukeâs quick hands. He notices how damp the fabric is, how sweet you smell, now that youâre fully exposed. âFuck.âÂ
âGet in the shower.â
âMy heelsââ
âFucking keep them on. Mânot waiting another second, need my cock in you yesterday,â Luke says through clenched teeth, all but pushing you towards the steam-filled glass shower. Youâre careful to step inside, heels on the thinner side, but Luke, despite his lustful fury, remains aware. âCâmere.âÂ
Luke guides your back to the tiled wall, warm from the water that fills the small cubicle, hand nestled beneath your thigh as his other hand reaches for your heat. Smooth and slick and warm, arousal practically drenching his fingers instantly. âMy perfect girl,â He says in a breath. âMy own little whore, huh?â
âLuke.â You rasp, feeling a finger slide effortlessly inside of you. You clench tightly, neck craned and hips arching towards him. Luke slides in a second. Curling and crooking so perfectly.Â
âThatâs it, good girl,â Luke dips to mouth at your jaw, fingers working wonders inside of you. Messy, open-mouthed kisses to your skin, thumb finding your clit with ease and tracing taunting circles there. âMâfucking dying for it, baby. Wanna be inside you so bad.â
âPlease,â You moan softly. âPlease, so close-âÂ
You feel it, Lukeâs thumb speeding up, fingers pumping into you, a slick sound nearly missable with the shower blasting against Lukeâs back. Your stomach tightens, toes tingle. Youâre nearly there. Just a bit more pressure andâÂ
Luke comes to a complete halt.Â
âYou think Iâd let you cum? Really?â A dark, low chuckle echoes the cubicle.Â
Your heartâs racing, skipping as Luke retracts his fingers and lifts his head, pushing the digits past his lips and curling his tongue around them. Savoring the taste of you. âFuck, wish you werenât being such a fucking brat. Wouldâve laid you out on the bed, buried my face in that sweet cunt and ate you out until I couldnât breathe.â
âFuck me,â You plea. âNeed your cock. Please, Luke.â
Luke arches a brow. âOh, now you want to play good girl, huh?â His hold tightens on your thigh. Likely painting soft bruises with his fingertips youâll find tomorrow and trace fondly. âDonât worry, Iâll fuck you. Iâll fucking destroy you, angel. But if you even try to cum, you get nothing. Understood?â
You nod, a light sob stuck in your throat. Youâre pulsing, soaked and dumb and warm all over â every inch of your body begging for Luke. âI said; Understood?âÂ
âYesâ yes.âÂ
Luke secures his hand beneath your thigh, lifting the other so that your legs wrap around his waist. You donât think about your wet high heels, how your feet are going to be sore, or your torn underwear. All you can focus on is the head of Lukeâs cock pressing against you before slowly, slowly burying himself inside fully.Â
âOh my god,â You moan in relief. He fills you so well, stretches you so perfectly. Your hands grab at his shoulders, grounding yourself, and once Luke is buried to the hilt, his fingers thread through your hair. Arching your neck, claiming your lips and swallowing your soft moans as his hips rock tauntingly.Â
You donât mean to, but your heels dig slightly into the small of Lukeâs back. He hisses against your mouth, kissing you harder, tongue pushing between your lips as his hips withdraw only to rut back against you full-force.Â
Luke pulls away from the bruising kiss. âThis is what you wanted, huh?â He asks, fucking his hips up at an honestly astonishing pace. Itâs perfect, so so fucking perfect that your brain has been reduced to absolute mush. âAll that talk just to end up braindead for a bit of cock, huh? Youâre so easy for it, Y/N.â
Your nails dig into his skin. Pussy clenching around him, stuttering his hips as he refrains from letting go, fucking you with every amount of energy he can muster. One of your legs slip from his waist, making you positively cry out from the new angle. Luke doesnât stop.Â
If anything, he fucks you harder. Using his hold on your hair to pull you down onto his cock, grip on your hip to push you up. Using you like a rag doll to get himself off. Your whines and pleas bounce off of the glass doors, a symphony in Lukeâs ears.Â
You feel it again. The warmth. The twisting, fire igniting in your stomach. Youâre absolutely drenching his cock with every pulse, every throb of your pussy wrapped so perfectly around him. Like a glove. Luke releases your hair in favor of grabbing hold of your throat, fingers just barely squeezing the sides.Â
âI know youâre fighting it,â He says, breath fanning across your jaw. âYou wanna cum all over my cock, donât you baby? God, Iâd love it. Feeling your sweet cunt tighten around me, milking me,â You almost donât register his words, fighting so so damn hard to keep yourself from finishing.Â
Lukeâs a man of his word. If you cum, heâll stop. And youâll be forced to sit on the tiled floor and watch him get off alone. He wonât reward you by cumming on your chest or in your mouth, you wonât be that lucky. You canât let that happen.Â
âDonât be a bad girl, baby. Hold off for me. Let me cum inside and Iâll take good care of you, yeah?â He squeezes the sides of your throat three times. I. Love. You. A crack in his dominant demeanor, letting you know youâre okay, heâs got you. âThatâs it, relax for me, angel. Mâso close.â
The next minute is pure agony. Itâs harder than you thought, when one simple brush of Lukeâs stomach could barely reach your clit and have your stomach fluttering. A simple blow of breath could send you falling to your knees right now, nevermind the quick, deep thrusts of Lukeâs hips chasing his orgasm. âFuck, baby. God, feel so good on my cock. Doinâ so good. Gonna fill that pretty pussy.â
âDaddy.â
You donât know why you say it. It comes out broken and pathetic and rasped, desperate as you claw at Lukeâs shoulders while he buries himself fully, breaths broken alongside moans and chest heaving as he releases inside of you.Â
Lukeâs hand slowly lets go of your neck, trailing down between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and ghosting his fingertips over your clit. âDonât move,â He says between puffs of air. He reaches behind, unhooking the smaller showerhead and your eyes widen. Oh fuck.Â
Eyes dark, chest flushed and cock still hard and buried fully inside, Luke fumbles with the controls of the showerhead until the water comes out in one heavy, single stream. âGonna sit and warm daddyâs cock, yeah? While I make you feel good?â
âJesus, fuck,â You shiver as Luke runs the pulsing stream along your thigh, teasing, and a long, drawn out whimper escapes you when he aims it towards your clit. âFuckingâ Luke!â
âOh come on, baby, you can say it,â Lukeâs voice trembles slightly, likely some of the pulsing water affecting him too. Your thighs tremble, heel digging against Lukeâs back as your hips arch off of the tiled wall. âTell daddy how good it feels, baby. Youâre fucking shaking. Fuck, you feel good.â
âSoâ fuckâ so fucking good, daddy,â You hum brokenly. The combination of Lukeâs cock buried sweetly inside you, cunt full of your boyfriendâs release, and the absurd pressure of the water is enough to tilt you over the edge with a full body shiver. Goosebumps and whines and teeth biting so harshly into your lower lip you taste blood. âFuck.â
âThatâs it,â Luke soothes, watching as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. You look utterly beautiful, chest covered in a thin sheen of sweat, skin flushed. âSuch a good girl. Fucking hell.â
The force of your orgasm floods Lukeâs cock, cum leaking down your thighs. Lukeâs hips stutter, like heâs restraining himself. He pulls away the showerhead, letting it clatter to the floor before caging you in, one arm on the wall above your head, the other attached to your left breast.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â He says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. âYour cunt is fucking throbbing for me, angel.â
âLuke,â You whine, pathetically. Overstimulated, oversensitive. âPlease.â
âPlease what, baby? Want me to clean you up, huh?â He asks. âBet you taste so sweet, full of my cum.â
Luke doesnât give you the time to answer, instead pulling himself out of you, your legs quivering but he slides down to his knees and braces his forearm against your stomach. Your hands fly to his curls, a lifeline at this point, as Luke hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder and doesnât waste a second licking a stripe across your heat
Full, slick and warm, both of your releases coating the insides of your thighs. Luke dives in like he hasnât a second to lose, nose brushing against your clit, eyes fluttering closed as he laps every last remnant of your time spent together. You tremble beneath his touch.Â
When Luke reels back, staring up at you with hooded eyes, the love swarming in your chest is absolute insanity. The things you would do for this man. Heâs utterly perfect.Â
And you may not walk tomorrow.Â
Carefully, Luke returns to his full height, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âYou alright, angel?â
âMhm,â You hum, cheeks pink and chest rising and falling quickly. âThank you.â
âOh, donât thank me yet,â He says, reaching to shut off the water. The constant rivulets dwindle to mere trickles in an instant. âIâm not done with you.â
âWhat?â You breathe out.
âYouâve been teasing me all night, only fair I get to do the same,â Luke grins crookedly, soft lips slick and bruised. âI wanna get you in front of that mirror in our room. Want you to watch when I fill that pretty cunt up again.â
Scratch that.Â
You absolutely will not be walking tomorrow.Â
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before the stage
prompt. quickly sewing back the loose button of their shirt that came off at the last minute, realising that you two are extremely close (1.2k)
pairing. luke hemmings x assistant!reader
warnings. fluff, employer x assistant feelings, written in 2nd person, frustrated!luke, the black shirt đ„”
divider credits. @cafekitsune
It was almost time for Luke and his band to perform, they had been entirely prepared and surpassed any qualms that threatened to delay their appearance on stage, however in the last moment, another problem appeared, leading Luke to sigh irritatedly. He was wearing a button up, the first one already undone, however it appeared that it didn't matter how much the quality of the satin fabric had cost, a couple of buttons in his midsection had escaped from the threads that held them in place.
The lead singer plucked the black pearls that closed his shirt up from the trodden ground, holding the minuscule clasps in his large hand. To say he was annoyed was an understatement; he didn't even have a backup outfit, he was set on wearing the exact apparel that he had on. "Fuck sake." His tone was bitter, it was as though something always had to go wrong at the last second.
It was just his luck, he thought. "Is something wrong Luke?" The voice cut through his distress as smooth as a knife, the soft sound relaxing the tall man slightly, as he looked to the side to see you - his assistant. He felt his lips incoherently move on their own accord as he fumbled to speak, miming through oxygen that flowed between you. "I- uh." He didn't want to rant to you about something so unimportant in the world, it would make him appear nonchalant to the real problems that tainted the earth.
He had the ability to purchase anything that he wished for due to the success of his music career, and thus he felt petty. "It's nothing." Luke shrugged off the grievance that had the strength to delay his entrance beneath the stage lights, there was no justice in getting worked up over something so minuscule. "Just.. my shirt broke." To emphasise his point in an embarrassed gesture, he braced his hands awkwardly on his hips and looked down at his torso.
A crease fell between your brows, and he felt like an absolute fool. There was a hue of red blossoming on his cheeks as he noticed your eyes scanning along his body, pinpointing the ajar fabric, your pupils staring sternly at his exposed skin. "I have just the thing." Your y/e/c eyes devotedly ogled up at him, glee glowing with an ambience from your eyes as a wide smile sprawled on your lips, leaving the curly haired blonde riddled in confusion.
For a moment you ignored your employer, shuffling with a purpose through your handbag that was slung across your shoulder, all knowing with what your search was for. A sound of diluted happiness prevailed from your throat as you plucked out a small and transparent case, where sewing needles and midnight coloured thread were stored. "Did you find the buttons?" It wouldn't be a problem if he hadn't, as you had a couple of spares loosely dancing around in your bag, however Luke held out his hand.
Luke felt sparks shoot through his body as you took the buttons, your fingers digging gently in the indent lines of his palm, grasping the black spheres and preparing your tools to reattach them. He could have sworn you were an angel sent from heaven to make every day that he spent with you significantly brighter; if there was ever a barricade to his intended path, you always had a solution.
You were always prepared, however in this moment you had to try with great difficulty to ignore the his soft abs from your focused sight. All you had to do was your job, which was to provide support and anything that Luke required, and so with your black reel of thread connected to the button, you grasped the opening of his shirt, knuckles brushing his tender muscles. The contact made him shakily inhale, his heart thumping vigorously within his chest.
He had never meant to form such an unprofessional crush on you, but it was impossible, sure when he interviewed you he couldn't ignore the physical attraction that he felt for you, though it didn't blind him to your listed criteria that was on your resume. "Thanks for this." He quietly spoke, but his words were as clear as day due to the proximity that you shared. One button down, one to go - you felt sufficiently accomplished, and you held the other one, determined to finish this fixing in time.
"It's my job." You responded nonchalantly, shrugging his appreciation off as to calm the butterflies that hurtled around in your stomach. "And it's no big deal Luke, it's an easy fix." Oh god, he could feel your breath hitting his chest where he had intentionally opened his shirt, and he could feel sweat brewing against his hairline. You were so focused, and he couldn't help but take in every detail of your face.
As you finished with putting the last button on, you placed the needle and thread back where they belonged, before you grasped the sides of his shirt, readying to put them through their designated loops. As you looked up, and he looked down upon you in his heeled boots, your nose almost touched his chin, and your eyes met in a staring embrace. "Hi." You muttered, hands still on his blouse.
"Hey." He replied, his lips pulling at the sides as his pupils enlarged in their surrounding blue pools. "How long do we have?" The musician enquired, knowing that you had a better sense for time management than he did. You glanced down at your watch, only briefly, and cocked your head. "Enough." You said, your body jumping a little as you felt his hands coil delicately around your hips.
The two of you leaned in, meeting in the middle in a collision of your lips, your hands tugging softly at his natural curls as you melted with satisfaction against one another. It was a slow exchange, full of passion and desire, and you wished it would last longer, however the alarm on your watch alerted you with a beckoning siren, causing you to defiantly pull away and huff lightly. "You have five minutes until you have to go on." You informed him, humming as Luke stroked your cheek.
He wanted nothing more than to lean in and get lost in you, to fall even further than he already had for you. But duty called, and he stood up straight, running his lips against one another as he vowed to never forget the first romantic moment that you shared. "I'll see you after?" Luke asked hopefully, his ocean eyes blazing with a new lease of motivation. Without a doubt you nodded, your hands ensuring that his shirt was done up and brushing down the smooth material to stroke out any creases.
"Of course. And then we could pick up where we left off." Your promise had a giddy expression morphing unto Luke's face, and you watched as he begrudgingly stalked off to meet with the other members of his touring team, excited to view his earth breaking performance from the sidelines. There was never a lyric that you skipped over, although today was different, you were strongly distracted by the leading man, and the before stage moment that you had just shared.
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a little more âtouch meâ.
ashton irwin x reader; SMUT!!! đ
a/n: iâm so sorry i havenât posted in MONTHS but!! donât forget about me!! this is a little thing iâve been working on for a while now to mourn the sad sad death of the superbloom era. black hair ash we will never forget u â€ïž
enjoy an annoying meet-cute with smut and the super respectful man ashton is :P
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Someone had definitely given your upstairs neighbor way too much encouragement when it came to pursuing his passions, or simply never told him no. The reason being all you had been hearing for weeks after he moved in was the loud pounding of drums, loud guitar sounds, laughingâ it was a nightmare. No matter how much you prayed that the sounds would stop, they never came to an end. The frustration ended up giving you enough confidence one night to deal with this yourself.
How you ended up knocking on your upstairs neighbors door with shark slippers on and pajamas that were definitely way too big, you had no idea. The realization that your confrontation might be dramatic just hit you now, but it was too late to turn back. The handle had already clicked and there was someone staring back at you. A taller guy with thick black hair, a few tattoos exposed with the tank top he was wearing and an equally surprised expression on his face.
He cleared his throat. âCan I⊠help you?â
Your heart skipped a beat, that accent⊠was it Australian? There was no way, your cheeks were instantly warmer not just from embarrassment, but how insanely attractive your disruptive neighbor was.
âYeah, actuallyâ Yeah.â You nodded, clearing your throat as well and crossing your arms over your chest. His eyes gravitated, sparkling in wonder.
âItâs almost midnight, and all I can hear are your drums.â You caught his attention again, he blinked innocently and tilted his head to the side. A loose strand of hair fell in front of his eyes, which he immediately tucked back.
âAnd..?â He asked, and how he was playing dumb definitely made your temper wire very short.
âAnd Iâm trying to sleep.â You replied in the same obvious tone, appalled he would even ask you to elaborate. âI have work early in the morning, and Iâm sure other people do too.â
It clicked for the drummer, his eyes lighting up as he nodded and leaned against the doorframe.
âI see.â He nodded, wetting his bottom lip as if to appear in thought. âWell, this is sorta⊠my job.â
âI guess thatâs where we have a problem.â You raised your eyebrows, almost mirroring his expression.
âThis is gonna happen often, isnât it?â He crossed his own arms, eyes burning straight into yours. You didnât dare to break this eye contact, even though the forestry adorning his irises was physically causing you chest pains.
He let out a sigh. âAs long as itâs you cominâ up here to tell me off, you got your phone on you?â The first few words were nothing but a slight mumble under his breath, but you didnât care enough to question what he had to say or if you were simply just hallucinating. You nodded in response, reaching for the left pocket of your pajama pants.
âIâll give you my number, thatâll be easier for both of us.â His eyebrow quirked yet again.
âMm. Smooth, I guess..â Your response even surprised yourself, as you were opening your phone you could see a smile start to tug at the corners of his lips. He was holding it back, you could tell. Something told you that this solution he offered wasnât going to do much, if anything this might make your situation worse. That sort of depends on what outcome you consider as being âworseâ.
As you got your phone back, the contact in your phone simply read âAshtonâ with the standard blank icon. That was such a drummer name, Ashton⊠you nodded and shoved your phone back into your pocket.
âIâll make sure to keep it down for you, âkay? Bug me if Iâm ever too loud.â He assured you, flashing a similar smile to the one you saw earlier. Strangely enough, you smiled back. Ashton eyed your appearance up and down one last time after you bid your âgoodnightâs and closed the door quietly with purpose. It worked out, because you definitely got good sleep that night. The next two nights actually werenât that bad⊠but the third, he was at it again.
Your head was already pounding, the bass drum or⊠whatever it was, all of the moving parts started to piss you off again. Ashton did give you his number, and in his words, advised you to bother him.
âdude. please shut up.â
You slammed your phone back down onto the pillow, facedown. The noise paused for a few seconds, then immediately started again.
âplease oh my god, can you be quiet?â
Once again, your phone went down onto the pillow. It didnât stop for at least a minute, in fact, it seemed to just get worse. It was all nice when people explored their passions and whatnot, but there came a limit to thinking of those around you. Especially your downstairs neighbor which got each kick of that stupid loud bass drum.
No response during that minute and a half, then the sounds stopped completely. You squinted at the text bubble, appearing then disappearing, then reappearing⊠finally a response.
âCome up here and tell me yourself.â
Accompanied by one of those little emoticon smiley faces that you knew was purely passive aggressive, an exasperated sigh left your lips before you even had the chance to leave your bed and process that you were going to do this. Ashton wanted to be told? There wasnât a doubt that you would be challenged.
Hair still messy, oversized shirt and shorts that were only meant for sleep, you were walking with purpose and frustration through the halls again. It had only been 2 minutes since Ashton sent that text, but you were already knocking on his door. You swore it took him longer to answer than it did for you to get here, but of course, it was a very short amount of time. As soon as the door opened and you were met with his familiar face, bright eyes narrowed at you as he propped the door open, you fired.
âI told you to shutââ
He kissed you. This man swiftly leaned in and pressed the most gentle kiss to your lips he could despite the circumstances, it lasted a hot second. Your eyes were wide open, but his were contently shut before you pulled apart with one of those really satisfying kiss sounds you only heard in movies. Ashton slowly opened his eyes again to see yours staring dead into his, every little detail of his face you could see in a very⊠strangely intimate way. An angry blush settled on your cheeks.
âWhat the fuck was that?â You demanded, sounding out of frustration, but the way he had caught you off guard made you slightly defensive.
âDid you not like it?â Ashton replied in a much calmer tone, straightening his posture and he became restless in his own nerves. Shuffling against the floor, twirling his thumbs as he waited for some kind of answer to come from you. All he was getting were a few short huffs of breath.
âI⊠well, I mean.. itâsâ itâs not that I didnât like it.â You mumbled, your own hands weaving together at an awkward attempt to ease the tension within you. For a moment, you both hesitated. Where should this go, and how? Your answer fueled something in Ashton, you saw the shift in his gaze and the moment that he made up his mind.
He was kissing you again, and you werenât fighting it. Your hands went to his chest, placed firmly on him as one arm snaked around your waist to bring you into his apartment. Within the short moment, Ashton had turned you around without breaking the kiss to kick his door closed and press your figure against the surface.
âLove seeing a pretty girl like you so fucking pissed off âcause of me.â Ashton murmured against your lips, like a desperate plea to tell you how he felt.
âStop talkingâŠâ You breathed, feeling his hands creep lower towards the hem of your sleep shorts and catching in the elastic. His lips moved to your neck, leaving gentle kisses as if he could break you.
One needy whimper from you drove him to use his teeth, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin like he had forgotten his whole gentle act.
âOhââ You let out a gasp of surprise, tightly gripping Ashtonâs shoulders as you briefly looked around the apartment. Worn black sofa, records hanging above the T.V, miscellaneous items strewn about like pencils, pens, notebooks, earplugs⊠he wasnât just playing the drums for fun. It seemed like this guy had a real career. The hallway was a bit darker, but you couldnât see too much because of those thick black curls obstructing your view. If you were to guess, thatâs where the culprit of your sleepless nights were.
However, those âblackâ curls didnât seem to be natural. The dirty blond roots of his hair were starting to grow in and it made you smile to yourself, sneakily so Ashton didnât see your amusement. Learning these little things about him⊠it felt so sweet.
âYouâre blond..?â You breathed, feeling Ashtonâs lips halt on your neck before he slowly pulled off of you. He laughed, this fucker. He laughed at you.
âYes?â He cocked an eyebrow and blinked knowingly.
âWell, your roots. Theyâre long, yâknow? And⊠Youâre really close to me right now, okay?â You blurted out, pure embarrassment all over your face as you flushed and tried to swallow down the feeling of your cheeks turning bright red. Ashton simply stared back at you, stars in his eyes as he pressed another one of the softest, sweetest kisses to your lips like you had been together for years.
âMaybe thatâs something you could do for me, yeah? Give me a touch-up.â He mused, rough hands feeling delicate as they traced indescribable shapes on your sides.
âIs that what this is now?â You huffed, still heated from your flustered moment.
âMm?â Ashton hummed, a non-verbal way to get you to elaborate⊠but there was nothing. Just scrambled up, useless thoughts as you looked at him and eventually shook your head. He got the hint, starting to kiss you again and eventually moving you to the couch where your legs were on either side of his hips. This felt like an absolute workout, trying to keep yourself contained as he kissed you and the realness of it all finally pressed against you in the form of his erection against your thigh.
âHow far?â Ashton whispered, holding you close like you would slip away from him if he let go. There was a sweet, playful glint in his eye.
âHuh?â Your mind was all dazed from how kiss-drunk this was making you.
âHow far do you wanna go?â He was a bit more clear for your mind, clearly overwhelmed with dopamine. You still had to blink and process how thoughtful that question was.
âI.. donât know. Not all the way, I donât think.â You replied in a more useful tone of voice as well, and thisâ this you thought, would be the moment Ashton kicked you out because he wasnât getting what he truly wanted. Although, he just smiled and his hands stroked your thighs.
âI want us both to be happy.â He said genuinely, leaning a bit closer with a hand now braced on the small of your back to keep you steady as he leaned you forward. âAnd honestly, doing anything to you right now would make me the happiest man in the fuckinâ world.â
God, who was this guy? His admission made your jaw slack with excitement and disbelief, stunned to the point of pure silence as you nodded in understanding. Ashton was still grinning, even more so when he saw the effect his words had on you.
âWould you let me eat you out?â He asked like it was a simple task and not a fantasy, those little ink-patterned freckles in his eyes you could see so clearly⊠and they were hypnotizing you.
You realized that you needed to say something, nodding and licking your lips since your mouth had gone completely dry. âY.. Yeah. Yes- please, actually.â You stammered, watching the playful expression on his face grow.
It didnât take long, Ashton had skillfully laid you down on the couch and kneeled between your legs, pushing your oversized sleep shirt up and kissing his way down your torso.
âSoundgarden? Nice choiceâŠâ He mumbled against your skin, nuzzling his nose into your hip appreciatively and the casualty of his words had you laughing in disbelief yet again.
âYouâre really cute.â Were just about the only words that could make it past your lips right now, earning a huff of air from Ashton and a gentle bite to your skin. You moaned unashamed, a hand moving into his fauxly black, messy curls and guiding him lower.
He easily tugged your shorts down, gesturing for you to lift your hips so they could be discarded onto the living room floor. Ashton made eye contact with you, a stray lock of hair falling in front of his left eye. However, you could still see that beautiful gaze boring right into yours. Right as he spread your thighs open. You felt the crescent shape of his nails digging into your flesh â but it still seemed so gentle. Ashton leaned forward and pressed the flat of his tongue to your clothed core, causing a needy ache to rock your nerves as you let out a loud whimper.
âI wanna hear you.â He muttered, the low vibration of his rough voice sent shivers down your spine and a ripple of pleasure all throughout your body. Their neighbors heard him enough⊠it was time for a change.
Ashton was doing the same that he did to your sleep shorts, tugging your panties down in one more swift motion and immediately diving in. He didnât take a single moment for himself, purely making sure you were basking in pleasure.
It worked, another loud moan tore through your throat and both hands were tangled in his hair. He was working nothing but magic with his tongue, and those sweet pink lips⊠worshiping you with everything he had in him. Ashton only broke eye contact to blink, feeling prideful in the way that he could make you moan and squirm.
You tried to close your legs from the overstimulation, still moaning, but his grip was too strong on your thighs and he was simply too willing to make you cum. Ashton was so attentive, occasionally squeezing your thighs and stroking them soothingly to calm you down, but it only drove you more insane.
It was to the point where you couldnât take it anymore, endless gasps leaving your lips as you brushed Ashtonâs hair away from his face and tilted your head back. Eyelids fluttering shut, your muscles tightened then relaxed, even showing him signs of an orgasm.
âAshton..â You whimpered weakly, and even then Ashton didnât stop. He knew what was coming, keeping a tight grip on your thighs as you trembled and the intensity shook your body to no end. Your back arched off of the couch, leaving Ashton with a mess on his tongue that he did not complain about one bit.
In fact, he still had an award winning smile on his face. Ashton sat back on his heels to watch you come down, his chest heaving as he caught his breath and looked at you with adoration dilating his pupils. âYou liked that?â He had the audacity to ask. You opened your eyes to the sound of his voice and giggled.
âGod, yeah. Yeah I did.â You paused, taking a moment to slowly lean forward and pull Ashton back up. âI think I forgive you for waking me up.â
Ashtonâs lips twitched into a smirk at your statement, but it ended up turning back into that stupid smile you were really starting to love.
âDonât know what I would do if you didnât.â He teased, scrunching up his nose before kissing you slowly. It lingered for a moment, but it didnât leave you wanting anymore, Ashton was happy, you were happy, everything was completely fine.
â
A knock on your door woke you up this time, rolling over to check the time. It felt so early, but it was actually around half past 10. There was another knock â so you felt compelled to get up out of bed and trudge over to the door so you could answer whoever this person was.
Sleepy and grumpy, not ready to face any other human being today, you opened the door to a bright face and twine-wrapped bundle of Babyâs Breath.
âI know you said you forgive me, butâŠâ Ashton began, the pink in his cheeks making you smile despite the night before. âI just had to say sorry, for botherinâ you and all that. Not quitting when you told me to.â He shrugged sheepishly, extending his arm and holding the flowers out to you. âI just wanted your attention.â He admitted, a bit intimidated at your silence despite how you were beaming like an absolute idiot. You stepped forward, wrapping Ashton in an endearing embrace and pulling in the scent of his body mist. He hesitated for a moment, but hugged you back and rested his hands on your back.
âI definitely forgive you.â You spoke muffled into his shoulder, needless to say, Ashton was relieved. His shoulders immediately dropped and he let out a sigh, pulling away from you and shaking his head.
âLike I said, I donât know what I would have done if you didnât.â He replied dramatically, raising his eyebrows in hopes that his joke would make you laugh that contagious laugh again. âIâll take you out for coffee?â Ashton suggested after a moment of appreciating your satisfaction, a calmer smile crossed your lips as you nodded.
âOf course- yeah. Let me put these in a vase. Make yourself at home, I guess.â You blushed, still smiling with a shrug as Ashton stepped inside and graciously closed the door behind him. He gave himself a mental pat on the back, admiring the difference in your apartment to his as you floated around and spoke to him all throughout your process of getting ready. This was what he had worked towards, and he wasnât complaining.
#5sos fanfic#ashton irwin#5 seconds of summer#luke hemmings#calum hood#michael clifford#5sos smut#5sos x reader#5sos one shot#ashton irwin x reader#5sos fluff#ashton irwin fluff
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Halloween
warnings: oral (f), fingering, sir like once, dirty talk, cuddling before and after
a/n: this is old </3
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It was getting late. You had decided to go to a party closer an opposite side of the city with your friendsâwho were best friends with a group of boys.
It was a Halloween party, you had just dressed up as a simple angel. You had nothing in your closet as it was a last minute decision to go, and that was the only thing you could put together from previous years.
It was your third year of college, and you werenât one to turn down a party. Even though you were upset at your friends for feeling the need to attend an hour before it begun, you still went. It was Halloween! You wanted to have fun.
So, you put on your white eyeliner and cute outfit and decided to go have a ball. You might have looked a little childish since your friends dressed, well, to be undressed, but, you hoped they could get some and have an eventful night. You werenât looking for anything other than a good time.
As to the particular boys who were hosting this party, they were all nice. Calum was the closest to you guys, always checking up in the group chats and reaching out to invite you to these type of things.
None of the boys were dressed up, each in comfortable house attire. You thought it was very lame, not the type of energy a Halloween party should have.
Sometimes you felt forgotten, but it wasnât anything towards your friends. You just werenât as close to all the people they were. You got along with them well, Ashton, Michael, Calum, and Luke. You had spoken to Luke less than the others, as he was a little shy, but you knew he was a good guy.
As it was getting late, an incredibly heavy thunderstorm had begun. The people in the room lessened as bodies were leaving and you and your friends helped clean up. Nobody ever bothered to stick around for that part.
âWow, itâs incredible outside,â Michael said as he walked to throw out some garbage he picked up.
âOh shit! What are we going to do? We canât drive home in this. The one time we all stayed sober, too,â Your friend let out a chuckle.
As all they all talked amongst themselves they decided it was the best to spend the night. Heat rose to your cheeks. Where were you going to sleep? You didnât like sharing rooms or spending the night anywhere other than your bed. Thunderstorms terrified you already.
You sighed to yourself and sat down on the sofa as you finished your last spot of cleaning.
âThereâs a spare bedroom upstairs. Itâs a queen sized bed. There are four of you though, anyone can take the floor or we can pull out some cushions from this couch,â Ashton shrugged.
You spoke up before anyone else took the offer, âIf you guys are all cool with sharing a bed Iâll just take the couch down here,â
âAre you sure? There can be enough space if anyone wants to stay in our rooms too,â Calum said.
Luke was looking at his feet. He ruffled a hand through his hair and then pulled out his phone, sitting down across from you.
âNah, thank you, but itâs fine. I honestly prefer it,â You sent him a shy smile, to which he mirrored back.
Your eyes landed on your friends, who were each sending you apologetic looks from across the room. You also smiled their way, waving your hand, telling them not to worry about it.
Ashton sighed, âWell, itâs been a long day guys, so Iâm heading up. Thank you all for coming, weâll see you in the morning.â
Everyone agreed and said goodnight, piling up the stairs one after another, except Luke, who wandered a few steps away into his room and shut the door.
It actually felt nice, the air conditioner kept the room cool and a comforting silence.
The only thing that sucked was the clothes you had on. You were waiting for someone to offer, but youâre sure it just slipped their minds. You were wondering if you could pull off just sleeping in your costume, but the thought of your skirt riding up and one of the guys finding you on the couch exposed made you nervous. You wandered over to Lukeâs room since he was the closest and knocked on his door.
It took him a minute before he opened the door, his hair matted against his forehead and his face a little red, breathing heavy which was concerning. You decided not to dwell on it and just ask before he fell asleep. It had been a solid fifteen minutes after everyone said goodnight.
âIâm so sorry, but I canât sleep in these clothes. Do you mind if I borrow some? I swear Iâll have them back in the morning.â You rambled, biting the inside of your cheek out of nervousness. You wouldnât feel this bad if you had talked to him on the regular, but you didnât.
It took him a little while before he actually responded, just staring at you, âYeah, yeah of course.â
Luke opened the door wider so you could walk in. You took the time to admire the small, but comfortable room he had as you waited for some clothes. A tiny sofa chair, guitars, and posters aligned in a corner along with other items that resembled his character.
You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see Luke, holding folded items as he extended them out to you.
âThank you so much,â You said as you showed a small smile, âLike I said Iâll have these back tomorrow.â
He waved, âStop, I donât care about that. Get some sleep. Thereâs a bathroom along the other side of this wall for you to change.â
You glanced out the door to where he pointed and started walking towards it.
âGoodnight, Iâll see you in the morning,â You said to the blonde boy, making your way into the bathroom.
You set the clothes on top of the sink and started undressing. He had given you four items. A pair of boxers, a t-shirt, crewneck, and sweatpants. You put on the boxers and t-shirt and left the others on the sink folded next to your costume.
The thought of wearing another boyâs clothing made you blush, but you pushed the thought away just as fast as it entered your mind.
It was no doubt Luke was a very attractive man. You end up feeling upset sometimes that youâre not close with him because you want to spend more time with him. Heâs also part of the reason you came to this party.
Flicking off the lights, you shut the door and made yourself comfortable on the couch. Ashton had brought you down pillows and covers as well.
You spent the next ten minutes scrolling on your phone before attempting to go to sleep.
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Flashes of white keep you unsteady for the next half hour.
The uncomfortable couch didnât help, the whole situation made you break out in sweats. Readjusting your position for what felt like the hundredth time that night, you ended up on your back.
Thunder roared as you jolted. You sat up, you were never going to fall asleep.
Before you could shut your eyes in effort to ease your restlessness, a door squeaked open and light dimly lit the room. Your head turned, noticing Luke standing in the doorway.
âAre you ever going to fall asleep?â He asked, tone nothing but serious.
You felt so embarrassed. You figured it wouldnât be that obvious you were tossing and turning, but the noises of the couch creaking every time you turned didnât help, âIâm so sorry. Did I wake you?â
He rubbed his tired eyes, âWhatâs keeping you awake?â
âThe storm, and I canât seem to get comfortable.â
He walked towards you and reached to collect your pillows and sheets, âCome sleep in my room. Thereâs only one window and I have thick curtains.â
âNo, no, I promise you itâs fine.â
âYouâre not going to fall asleep out here. Câmon.â
You sighed, âThank you.â
He smiled, âDonât mention it.â
You walked into his room and he put your pillows and sheets on the recliner. Walking towards it, Lukeâs eyebrows furrowed. âWhat are you doing?â
âUm, getting ready to sleep.â
âYouâre taking the bed, donât even think about arguing itâs too late for that.â
You shook your head. âLuke I already feel guilty about waking you up. Please let me take the chair.â
You heard fake snores. Wow, okay.
You chucked to yourself. âThank you.â Getting into his unmade bed, you flicked off the lamp on the nightstand as you both said goodnight.
Yet the thunderstorm was only getting worse. You spent the next five minutes embracing the cold sheets before realizing you were too scared to sleep alone.
You felt so embarrassed. Back home, you were able to tell one of your girlfriends to sleep in the same bed- yet share a respectable distance.
Shivers went down your spine. You had to suck it up, just for one night.
Before you could let your thoughts wander any deeper, you felt the bed dip and a faint smell of cologne. âI can see you shiver every time thereâs movement outside. Is this okay? Are you uncomfortable?â Luke was spooning youâ he draped his hand over your waist, pulling you closer to him.
You could cry, really, and the last few hours emphasized feelings for this boy that you didnât know were already there. You felt your entire body get hot, yet all tension left it at the same time. You eased into his touch, pushing your head further into the pillows which resulted to his in your neck. You swore there were tears welling in your eyes.
âYeah, very comfortable. Thanks.â you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding.
He didnât break his position. âWeâre in a really intimate position right now, so I feel like thereâs no other time to bring this up, but, I really want to get to know you better. I really like you,â the blonde chuckled.
âI do too, Luke. I would love to spend more time with you.â
You swore you were dreaming. You were all alone a few minutes ago, and now youâre sleeping in Lukeâs bedâ with him.
You felt his fingers move to your side, the digits playing and fidgeting with your exposed skin. He untucked his head from your neck, instead moving your hair over your shoulder and kissing along the space he created.
Heat immediately erupted all over your body. God, itâs been so longâ too longâ since youâve been touched.
You melt into him, arching and breathing heavy. He sits up, leaving you both on your side, but to get easier access to your body.
Luke continues suckling on your neck, making noticeable marks no doubt. He nips at your ear, creating marks down your jaw. The blonde continues his suckling for a while, going back and licking at each of the marks before flipping you on your back.
You both can barely see each other, Luke flicks on the lamp next to his bed yet itâs still so dark you can only see his prominent features.
His face is flushed, lips parted and puffed, hair disheveled. So much like when you opened the door to ask for clothes an hour or two ago.
Youâre sure you look similarâ you feel heat course throughout your body and youâre incredibly needy for him and his touch.
He reaches forward after admiring you for a good while. âCan I take this off?â Tugging at your shirt.
âYes.â
You practically cry out, you didnât want to seem too touch deprivedâ but damn was this getting you.
He pulls up your shirt and admires your beauty. He looks like heâs starving and youâre the only meal in the room. âGod help me,â he mumbles.
You chuckle, but itâs cut off quickly as he reaches down to start toying with your breasts. âMm, such pretty tits all for me. Right? Just fâme?â You gasped, you werenât expecting dirty talk this soon, but it was working. You were soaking your panties, youâre so sure the patch can be seen through his boxers.
âMm, yes baby,â you moan. You were always loud in bed with each experience youâve had. Most of the guys didnât like it, so you tried to keep quiet this time.
Luke did the unexpected, bringing his mouth down to suck along your breast, keeping attention on the other as well. You closed your eyes, lost in bliss as he slightly nibbled your nipple. You cried out, glaring down at him just to see him already glaring up at you.
He switched, doing the same exact thing to the opposite breasts. It was going to be a long night and youâd be lying if you said you werenât looking forward to it.
âHow wet are you?â He murmurs as he glides down your body, peppering kisses until he meets the waistband of yourâhisâboxers.
Youâre taken aback by the question, âwhat?â
âHow wet did you get for me?â He repeated.
âUm, I want you,â you blushed.
He chuckled, âI know you do baby, but that wasnât my question. I want you to tell me how wet you are. Can you feel it?â
âYes, I can feel it Luke.â You want to break eye contact, but it feels impossible, the way heâs looking at you is addicting.
âDescribe it to me. How does it feel?â He continues.
You moan, âI can feel it soaking my panties, Luke. Itâs gushing out of me and Iâm sure youâll be able to see it through your boxers. I need it, please, I need you so bad.â
His lips part a good amount. He looks even hungrier than before, and you can tell your words tested him. The blonde wasnât expecting you to be soâ descriptive.
âFucking christ, well letâs see then?â He sits back on his knees as you arch up for him, wanting him to see that you want him to see.
You were right, youâre absolutely soaked through and the wet patch is even bigger than you both expected. Luke sighed heavily.
âLooks like youâre right peach. Fucking drenched. Youâre incredible.â You gave him innocent eyes when you looked up at him.
Boldness hit you. You wanted to say something, but debated saying it because you didnât know if he would be into it or not. Taking a chance, you reply,
âAre you going to clean up my mess, sir?â
What were once oceanic blue orbs turned to navy, all you could sense was lust. Luke wasted no time. Ripping off his boxers and your panties in one go.
He lay flat on his stomach before diving right into your core. You slammed the palm of your hand onto your mouth, moaning right into it.
Right away, he rips your hand off your mouth and puts it into his hair. You tug at his locks. The strokes if his tongue were going back and forth between your entrance and clit. You glanced down at him and it was the biggest mistake, his glare towards you was enough to make your head fall right back to where it was on the pillow as your eyes rolled back.
He sucks your sensitive nub into his mouth, and itâs impossible to not hear the slurping. Youâve never felt pleasure like this before, in fact, you think this is the first time someones ever gone down on you. You bite your lip to surprise your moans, but it barely works.
Luke switches up, his mouth going down to push into and lap up at your core, cleaning up all the arousal thatâs pooling out of you. He brings his fingers into the mix, thumbing at your clit and rubbing circles so roughly.
He continues his assault on your pussy in the most euphoric way. He sits up, his fingers still pumping inside of you.
âBaby, thinking about all the things Im going to do to you when youâre mine.. Gânna fuck this tight little pussy so good, so hard..â
You groan, âPlease baby. Tell me how, tell me.â
âMmm. Fuck you messy nâ tired. Take you from behind, slowly, and feel you up, kissin down your back. Or Iâll have you so good that you cum so much it hurts, but you still ask for more.â
He puts his mouth back on you and you cum right then and there. Itâs such bliss you donât understand how someone could ever make you feel like this. Flashes of white flash behind your eyes and you canât tell if itâs lightning filling the room or just your aftershocks of the orgasm.
Luke is still going, lapping up your cum that leaks out of you. Youâre hand thatâs raked in his hair starts tugging, telling him to stop. He pulls back, coming up immediately to kiss you.
âThat was incredible, thank you. Iâve never felt that before,â you compliment. He gives you a lazy smile.
You notice his erection against your leg as you sit up. âLet me take care of you?â
âMmm, we both need sleep love. In the morning? Wake me up with it.â He smirks. Your face heats up again.
The boy pulls his shirt back over you, turning off the lamp and tucks you both into your covers.
Before you fall into a deep and comfortable sleep as Luke is rubbing your back, you think of what has just happened and smile to yourself. This event will play back in your head forever, and you canât help but hope everything thatâs happened with Luke will continue to evolve.
You hear and feel his quiet breathes, and you realize youâre not sure if you can ever sleep without him during thunderstorms again.
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