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Laying Here In Nothing But My Feelings // Luke Hemmings
This fic is 1000% dedicated to @cal-puddies - I had an inexplicable - and rather explicit - Luke breakdown in our chat over the summer and she not only egged me on but when I was done, she was immediately like "fic please." It was essentially a joke between us until Christmas Day (lmao) when she suggested taking my concept for a spin could be a fun way to spend the holiday. And here we are now! Everyone say thank you, Cass! (And also for giving notes and feedback as always and just generally being the best.)
This is the first Luke fic I've managed to finish on my own (Waiting For It Gets So Boring was co-written with Cass!) so please let me know what you think and if you'd like to see more!
Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke, band responsibility disrupting sexy plans (no angst, just sexual frustration and tension). Dirty talk, use of sex toys (solo and partnered), sexting, masturbation, prolonged teasing, lowkey body worship, very brief oral sex (female receiving), very not brief rimming (male receiving). For real, like 2500 words of this is rimming. So. Also I apparently mention Luke's thighs 12 times. I'm fine.
Word Count:Â 12,575
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âOh⊠oh just like that⊠donât stop⊠donât stop⊠oh⊠babe, wait⊠Ash?â
Luke looks up from between your legs, mouth glistening, breath heavy, eyes shining with hunger and amusement. âHonestly shocking thatâs the first time youâve accidentally called out his name,â he cracks, snorting at his own joke as he dodges the kick you aim at his chest.
âHaha,â you respond dryly, grabbing your phone off the nightstand and holding it out for him to see. âI told you not to send him to voicemail all those times, now he wonât stop calling me.â
âA likely story,â he jokes, reaching for his own phone. He sits on the edge of the bed to text Ashton while you curl up behind him, nipping at his shoulder.
âTell him youâre busy,â you purr, reaching around to wrap a hand around his cock. You thumb over his slit, spreading the precum around, smiling at the hiss he lets out when you start slowly stroking. âTell him youâve had a hard morning and you canât be bothered until you deal with some pressing matters⊠like pressing this cock into my ---â
Luke jumps as his phone vibrates in his hand. âHey, man, whatâs going on?â He answers, rushing out his greeting while stilling your hand. You relent and instead peck at the freckles on his neck. âWha--- I thought that wasnât due until tomorrow⊠oh I guess I didnât see when that email was sent⊠so like, today tomorrow?â
The sound of this conversation instantly alarms you and you pop your head around to his line of vision to let him know, shaking your head. He grimaces in response, nodding silently as he listens to Ashtonâs monologue.Â
âOkay⊠no, of course Iâm not too busy, of course I can be there,â he answers, mouthing sorry at the way your jaw drops. âI can be on the freeway in like 10, Iâll text when Iâm there.â
He ends the call and frowns at the look of disbelief on your face. âBaby, Iâm sorry,â he starts, immediately scurrying around the room, cock still half hard. âWe fucked up and that new songâs gotta be mixed, mastered and turned in before midnight tonight, not tomorrow.â
âOh wow, thatâs intense,â you offer with quiet compassion. He disappears into the closet and you chew your lip, trying to swallow down the disappointment youâre feeling. You wonder out loud, âAnd you guys canât just send files back and forth like you have before?âÂ
He emerges, dressed and pulling on his leather jacket. âAsh already called an engineer in so we all should probably be on site,â he explains, sighing as he grabs his jewelry off the dresser. âIâd have loved to hold off, spend a little more time here but the guyâs already on his way, Ash is flipping out, Iâm closest to the studio⊠I just donât really have a choice.â
âAww, Lu, that sucks,â you sympathize. He sits on the bed to pull on his shoes and you rest your head on his shoulder, rubbing his back soothingly. âSucks your day is starting off so chaotic, sucks we gotta spend it apart now. I was really looking forward to spending today in bed with you.â
âMe too, honey. Me too,â he laments, offering you an apologetic kiss.Â
The kiss begins sweet but he canât help deepening it and you eagerly pull him in closer by the lapels of his jacket. âYou got ready pretty quick, babe⊠Think youâve got a spare few minutes?â You murmur, leaning back on the bed seductively, hoping to woo him back into bed.
Lukeâs eyes scan over your form with interest before he shakes his head, as if heâs physically trying to break a spell youâve cast on him. He lets out a groan of your name thatâs part desire, part regret. âBaby, we both know I canât be trusted to keep it to my âspare few minutesâ,â he flirts. He pecks your lips again as he eases off the bed. âPromise Iâll make it up to you tonight!â
âYouâre assuming I wonât have already worn myself out in your absence,â you tease, fighting a giggle as he stumbles grabbing his backpack, clearly distracted by what you just said.
âOkay, well now thatâs all Iâm gonna be thinking about all day,â he says with a wink, heading out the door. A beat passes and then his voice calls out from the staircase, âLove you!âÂ
âLove you,â you respond, slumping against the pillows.
The whirlwind of the past few minutes sinks in as you stare at the ceiling. You tried to react reasonably, obviously you recognize the predicament Luke is in, but you also think youâre allowed to be disappointed. Itâs been ages since the two of you spent some quality time together and setting aside today to lay around and just enjoy each other was Lukeâs idea in the first place.Â
You sprawl out, figuring you might as well appreciate how much more spacious Lukeâs bed is than yours; you run your hand longingly across his side of the bed, giving a sad laugh when you knock into the bottle of lube beside his pillow, a lost vestige of a sexy morning abandoned. An idea sparks in your mind and you sit up excitedly, grabbing the bottle and your phone.
*Â *Â *
Across town, Luke finds a corner table to sit and wait for his order. You were right, he did have a spare few minutes and he decided nothing softens the blow of an unexpected studio day like fresh donuts waiting for everyone. He proudly sends an update text to Ash and is about to polish off the powdered sugar donut he picked up for himself when a notification from you pops up on the screen.Â
Glad to see youâre not still upset about his sudden exit, he taps on your name and his smile quickly morphs into a smirk when he sees the photo youâve sent - a bottle of lube and a box of tissues atop your nightstand, while your hand dips into the middle drawer, âthe fun drawerâ as it was dubbed when you first started bringing toys over. The accompanying text reads:Â
Wonder if something in here can make me feel as good as you wouldâve.
He catches his lip between his teeth as he types back:Â
Miss your taste so much already, baby⊠Use the suction vibe, the pink one we took on vacation. I know itâll make you cum just as hard as my tongue would.
You giggle reading your boyfriendâs message, pleased at having correctly guessed what his selection would be. You laugh again, this time with a bit more of an edge, as you lube up an entirely different vibrator, the thrusting toy he left for you when he was leaving for tour. When the purple silicone looks nice and slick, you hold it out in front of your phone, making sure your hand is wrapped around the widest part of the base, hoping thatâll make him think about it stretching you out.
Luke stares at the box of donuts he just sat on the passenger seat, wondering if he should fasten the seat belt around it to keep it in place. His phone vibrates on the dashboard and a thrill runs through him when he picks it up to see another notification from you. He was hoping he'd hear from you again, maybe get a sexy afterglow pic to thank him for his toy suggestion.
He takes a sip of coffee as he opens your message and immediately sputters it back into the cup, hurrying it back into the cup holder so he can examine the photo. He zooms in, trying to determine if the vibe is covered in lube or you before determining the answer doesn't really matter because now all he's thinking about is how wet you felt against his face this morning, how his beard still vaguely smells like you.
He runs a hand through his hair, flustered, and finally notices you sent a text as well.Â
Thanks for the rec but I think I'm more in the mood for this one. Gonna put it on the highest setting and let it absolutely ruin me the way I wanted you to. Would give anything for this to be you. Canât wait to see you tonight. Miss you, miss your cock too much already.
âFuckinâ hell,â he mutters to himself as he resumes staring at the picture. He remembers the videos you sent while he was overseas, how relentless the toyâs thrusting motion seemed to be, the way your legs wouldnât stop shaking by the time you were done with it, how he dreamt of the noises you made for the next three nights. âCoulda been you, dummy,â he chastises himself, deciding that while donuts are great, his time wouldâve been better spent making sure you were satisfied before he left. *Â *Â *
You bite your lip, pressing the tip of the vibe to your entrance, teasing yourself. You briefly entertained the idea of queuing up some porn, maybe lighting a candle or two, but between your interrupted orgasm with Luke and the thrill of sexting him, youâve accepted you probably wonât need much to get off.
Your phone buzzes nearby and you blindly pat around the bed until you find it. You click the new message, already plotting your saucy response, when suddenly your mind goes completely blank as a picture of Lukeâs hand gripping his visibly hard cock through his pants fills your screen.Â
Fuck, baby⊠I shouldâve stayed. You should be cumming around my cock instead of that toy⊠should be babbling to me instead of an empty room⊠should be making a mess on me instead of my sheets. Fuck. I need you so bad, baby. Donât know how Iâm gonna get through the day.
If you werenât so horny, you might be embarrassed at the way youâre zooming in to study his picture. God, he looks so hard⊠if he were here, heâd be acting so desperate already⊠pressing into you, whispering against your ear how much he wants you, hands roaming your ass, tongue running along your ear, employing all the tricks he knows make you weak. Silently vowing to make him that needy tonight, you sink the vibe into yourself, surprised at how loudly you gasp. No, this isnât going to take long at all. * * *
Luke finally pulls into the studio parking lot, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees that despite his detour and your distraction, heâs still the first to arrive. He reaches into the backseat to grab his Airpods out of his backpack, figuring while he waits he can listen to the most recent mix of the song and make notes on what changes are needed. Heâs searching through his files for the right version when heâs startled by the vibration of another message.
He takes a deep breath, cock already stirring in anticipation for what you might say - or show - next. He selects your conversation and is momentarily puzzled when no pictures or texts are added to the thread; he glances up at the top of the screen to make sure he has full service and even closes and reopens the chat before he realizes youâve sent a voice message. Equal parts curious and confused, he adjusts his earbuds and hits play.
Thereâs nothing but quiet shuffling at first, enough that Luke begins to wonder if you recorded and sent this message by mistake. Heâs about to turn the volume up to make sure heâs not missing anything when he hears an all too familiar sigh and he grips the steering wheel, lightheaded from how fast the sound travels to his cock.
âLuuuuke⊠babe,â you coo, unmistakably slick noises in the background giving away why you sound so breathy. âThat picture you sent⊠fuck⊠I canât stop thinking about you getting so hard just from thinking about me wanting you⊠are you still that hard, baby? Did you have to drive all the way there with your cock straining against your pants like that? Fuck, Lu, wish I was there, Iâd be leaning into your lap so fuckinâ fast⊠how have I never sucked you off in that car? Weâve gotta do something about that, babe, youâre so fucking sexy when you drive, it always makes me want you.â
By the time you take a breath, Lukeâs heart is pounding so loud in his ears, heâs afraid youâre going to get drowned out if he doesnât pause and take a second to calm down. He exhales loudly and leans back, shell-shocked, head feeling like it might float away if he dares to lift it from the seatâs headrest.Â
His mind races to process everything heâs feeling. Heâs the dumbest man on the planet, how could he have ever left you this morning, he had no choice but to leave you this morning, but how could he have ever left you this morning? He knows you understand that heâd much rather be there with you, so why are you torturing him like this? He loves you for torturing him like this, he hopes you never stop torturing him like this, heâs ready and willing to die or at the very least cum in his pants from listening to you taunt him like this.
Having accepted his fate, he presses play, closing his eyes so he can properly visualize everything heâs hearing.
âGod⊠want you so bad, babe⊠was so close when you had to stop⊠I love when you eat my pussy, I almost came right when you first started⊠shouldâve cum for you while I had the chance, I just didnât want it to be over so quick,â you ramble. âDidnât want this to be over too soon either, âs why I havenât turned my toy on yet. Was gonna tease myself more but I had to put it in as soon as I saw that picture⊠oh, Lu, I wish this was you filling me so bad.â
Luke says a silent prayer of thanks to whatever god blessed him with such a vivid imagination, he can perfectly picture you spread out on the bed, chest heaving as your hand moves between your legs, brow furrowed as you fight yourself to keep yourself from going too fast. He squeezes his eyes shut even harder, almost as if he concentrates enough, he can will himself into the room with you.
âWanted to be naked with you all day⊠so many things I wanted to do with you⊠to you⊠been thinking about it all week⊠been wet for it since you woke me up this morning⊠kissing my neck, pressing your cock against my ass...âÂ
Thereâs silence for a beat and then a distinct mechanical whir starts up. You resume speaking but your voice is notably affected - a little more rushed, a little more whiny - and Luke canât help but press his palm to his crotch, groaning with relief at the brief pressure.Â
â...Feels too fuckinâ good, babe, Iâm already close⊠all thatâs missing is you telling me how good I feel around your cock⊠how good I look with your hand squeezing my throat⊠how good I sound begging you to cum all over -- â
The sharp sound of someone knocking on the car window startles Luke out of his lustful trance. His eyes shoot open, he sits up so fast he bangs his knee on the steering wheel and for some reason, his panicked mind tells him itâs necessary to yank the Airpods out of his ears and throw them to the side as if they were on fire.
It takes another couple of seconds for him to realize he should see who wanted his attention and he turns to see Ashton doubled over, laughing so hard thereâs no sound coming from him. Luke first rolls his eyes and then rolls down the window before commenting plainly, âYou scared me.â
âYouâre lucky thatâs all I did! What are you doing sitting with your eyes closed like that? Napping?â Ash asks, wiping the tears from his eyes. âAnybody couldâve snuck up on you, smashed a window, grabbed your laptop off the backseat. Or that box of donuts you were so excited about.â He peers around Luke, looking for the prized pastries.
âRight, the famed donut snatchers of the San Fernando Valley,â Luke quips, shifting in his seat, hoping the snacks are the only thing Ash is able to ogle from his vantage point. He grabs the pink box, passing it to him through the window. âHere, you go ahead and set up in there, Iâll be just a minute.â
Ashton looks at him suspiciously and Luke impresses himself with how cooly he explains, âYou know how many Airpods Iâve lost already, now Iâve gotta stop and find the ones I just threw across the car since you decided to creep up on me like a psycho.â
âFine,â Ash shrugs, peeking inside the pastry box. He turns to leave, calling over his shoulder, âIf youâre not there in five minutes, Iâm eating this eclair I know you were saving.â
Luke scowls but moves into action once Ashton disappears around the corner. He scans the car's cabin, giving a satisfied tongue click when he spots the wayward earbuds, one on the passenger seat, one under it.
A sucker for punishment, he fits them in his ears, scrubs to the last 30 seconds of your message and hits play before he can change his mind.
There's ambient noise - a quiet buzz and a steady rhythmic pattern that he eventually determines must be your breath. The buzz becomes louder and louder before stopping entirely; once it dawns on him that the volume increase was due to you pulling the toy from your body to shut it off, his pants are back to feeling as tight as they were before Ashtonâs interruption.
âMmm⊠well⊠guess youâll be coming home to freshly washed sheets tonight,â you laugh breathily, sounding tired but elated. âI needed that. Still need you more, though. Love you so much, Lu, still wish more than anything you were here with me.â
Luke pouts, his heart aching almost as much as his cock. He can picture you, bottom lip swollen from pulling it between your teeth to stifle your moans, hair crazy from the way you run your fingers through it when youâre coming down, eyes slowly closing as you fight through your exhaustion for the sake of pillow talk.
â...We can make up for it tonight. Thinking about that is whatâs gonna get me through my day. Maybe now youâll be thinkinâ about it too,â you continue, satisfied smile evident in your voice. âHope you have a good day, babe, get some good work done! Hopefully I didnât make it too hard⊠well⊠the work, I mean.â You giggle at your unintended double entendre and with a kissy noise, the message ends.
He shakes his head, wondering if itâs too late to fake an illness so he can get home to you as soon as possible. He hits record on a voice note of his own and debates the topic out loud.Â
â...I mean, I guess Ash already knows Iâm here - oh yeah, remind me to tell you that story - but also maybe heâd believe it came on suddenly. Had to have looked pretty pale when he saw me since every ounce of blood in my body was in my dick,â he jokes. His voice drops as he continues, âIâm still so hard for you, baby. I canât stop hearing your noises⊠your breath⊠I swear I could feel it on me. Thinking about how good you must have looked cumming like that⊠how good you must have felt. Jesus⊠how do you do it? Every day I think itâs the most Iâve ever wanted you but then you do something else and itâs another level of wanting. Want you so fuckinâ bad, baby. I love you and Iâll see you tonight.â
Before he can think better of it, he briskly undoes his zipper, hooks a thumb in the waistband of both his pants and his boxers and takes a quick picture of the stubborn erection you've left him with.
*Â *Â *
A sly smile crosses your features when you hear the message tone in the distance as you step out of the shower; you hurry through drying off, excited to see your boyfriendâs reaction. You wrap your towel around yourself and shuffle over to the counter where you left your phone.
You feel your eyebrows raise, intrigued by the message preview which reads: âWell, this should be an interesting studio session.â The chat loads and naturally, your eye is immediately drawn to the photo; you chuckle to yourself when you realize youâre instinctively licking your lips at the sight of his neglected cock tenting his pants. He was clearly rushed and at an odd angle so itâs not the best dick pic heâs ever sent, just partial shaft and a lot of his hand trying to hold his underwear out of the way, but simply knowing Luke needed you to see how much your message affected him to the point that he tried to stick his phone down his pants in the studio parking lot has you feeling flushed.
Tearing your eyes away from the picture, you realize he left you a voice message and as soon as you hear the rasp in his voice, how absolutely destroyed he sounds, you place a hand on the counter, steadying yourself. Oh, tonight is gonna be fun.
*Â *Â *
âYouâre not even fuckinâ paying attention, bro,â Calum complains, gesturing at the phone thatâs been glued to Lukeâs hand since they sat down.
âAm so!â Luke protests, laughing at how juvenile his defense sounded. His eyes scan over the message app just to make sure he hasnât missed anything and then he sets his phone down. âIâm just waiting on an important message.â
Michael swivels around in his computer chair. âIs it an update on whether or not youâre still the worst? Because I can go ahead and confirm that for you.â
Luke frowns as his friends laugh at his alleged inattention. âWeâre gonna double track the pre and take a layer off the first half of the chorus to see if that makes a difference,â he reports, beaming at the surprised faces staring back at him. âItâs almost like I can care about two things at once you asshol-- oh shitâŠâ His bragging is interrupted by the sound of his phone vibrating on the table next to him and he reaches for it, the strings on his guitar plucking atonally as he maneuvers.
âYour important message?â Ashton asks with a knowing smile. Between the delayed response this morning, the curious parking lot exchange and Lukeâs generally distracted behavior during this session, Ash feels like he has a basic idea of where his mind is.
âJust a delivery notification,â Luke answers glumly, expression turning sheepish when he sees the look on his bandmateâs face. âThe coffeeâs on its way though.â
âOh, sweet!â Ash chirps, holding his hand out for Luke to pass the guitar to him.Â
Luke opens his notes app and sits back on the couch, ready to give the latest mix his full scrutiny. It takes half a verse for his mind to wander, remembering how much you loved this song the first time you heard him workshopping it at home. His brain reminds him of the way you curled up in his lap while you waited for him to finish piecing together the vocals and the way he eventually gave up once your mouth attached to his neck. He smiles, thinking about how he had you naked and under him within seconds of carrying you to the couch and how he was able to finish the song while you slept, warmed by a blanket and sated by an orgasm, on his studio sofa.Â
Itâs a wonderful memory but one that has him switching over to check your chat one more time. Heâs not sure if your delayed response is part of your game or if you just got distracted but heâs not too proud to double text, especially when heâs missing you this much.
*Â *Â *
Petunia barks at your phone chiming on the kitchen counter, the sound interrupting her concentrating on lapping up the water youâd just placed in front of her. You laugh and scratch behind her ears, laughing again when you see Lukeâs message.
I can only assume you havenât responded to my striking dick photography because it sent you into such a horny spiral, youâve orgasmed yourself into a coma.
Youâre grinning from ear to ear as you respond.
Yes, cum coma. Definitely it. Not like I was taking my time, starting my day, letting you possibly get some work done so you could get home to me on time. Definitely the cum coma.
You shake your head as your message goes from âdeliveredâ to âreadâ instantly and it shows him already typing a response.
Oh Iâll definitely be home on time⊠thereâs literally nothing that could keep me from getting home on time⊠this song isnât done in a couple hours, Iâll just leave the band.
You giggle as you flop onto the living room couch.
Bold of you to assume Iâm interested in sleeping with an unemployed musician.
Weâre called âindependent artists,â ya clout chaser.
Petunia was considering climbing up to lay with you but after the howl you let out at that last message, she opts for watching you curiously from her dog bed instead.Â
âYou canât let your dad know I think heâs that funny, weâll never hear the end of it,â you tell her before resuming your conversation.
How are things going? Clearly youâre fully focused and engaged with the project.
Luke snorts quietly, eyes darting around the room to check that the rest of the guys are still preoccupied: Ashton and Michael animatedly debating the volume of a particular synth while Calum stoically listens in, expression indicating heâs either weighing their arguments carefully or not paying attention at all.
Was going great until we listened back and now I canât stop thinking about you naked on my studio couch.
Luke smiles at how quickly your typing bubbles come up, pleased to know you remember that day as vividly as he does.
Ohhhh⊠THAT song.
Every time I hear that chorus melody, I think about trying to overlay those vocals while also trying to keep your hands out of my pants.
You were being super sexy with your glasses and your crazy hair and your musical genius⊠was that not all just a ploy to get me to touch your dick? My bad.
Part of you wants to feel silly for smiling so much your cheeks hurt but itâs never mattered if youâre just trading texts, speaking over the phone or if heâs sitting right next to you - the two of you have always had this easy rapport - loving, teasing, comforting and titillating all at once. It serves you well at home and itâs especially beneficial during times of separation, whether it be for a few hours like today or for weeks when heâs on tour.
Your phone buzzes in your hand and you smirk as you read the screen.
Please, we both know I donât have to work nearly that hard, you were on me the second you came in and saw I didnât have a guitar on my lap.
You feel your cheeks heating as you type.
You know what I remember? You working with me in your lap, tracing the tattoo on your thigh⊠feeling you get harder and harder against my hip⊠the way your cock would jump whenever Iâd graze your skin with my nailsâŠ
Luke shifts a throw pillow onto his lap, pants getting tighter for what seems like the millionth time today. He really has no one but himself to blame - not just for leaving but for instigating this latest sexting adventure. He just couldnât help himself, once he gets to thinking about you like this⊠he just needs you.
You always love playing with that tatt⊠I love it too⊠love it even more when you tease it with your tongue.
Your heart speeds up both from the message and from how surprisingly loud your slow but forceful exhale sounds sitting alone in Lukeâs living room. It takes a moment for you to decide how to play things but you let out a self-satisfied hum when you finally start constructing your reply.
Yeah⊠you love the teasing, donât you? My tongue teasing your body, my words teasing your mind⊠Iâll bet you love that youâve been hard all day and havenât been able to do a thing about it. Love feeling your cock up against your zipper, love feeling the precum trickle onto your boxers, love wondering if anyone has caught onto what youâre up to.
The studio suddenly feels irredeemably warm as Luke reads your message. He casually presses down onto his lap pillow, strategically alleviating some of the pressure between his legs. He has to admit your read on him was pretty spot on, now he just has to decide how far to take things, especially considering that the guys are just about ready and heâll be expected to contribute soon.
Canât help it, baby⊠want you so bad sometimes I want to make it last⊠even the buildup is worth getting off on with you.
He leans back, mentally congratulating himself on his response when he feels his eyes widen and his cock throb at your reply.Â
Iâll be sure to remind you of that when youâre begging me to let you cum tonight.
*Â *Â *
Luke goes radio silent for the next several hours until you finally get that long awaited âOn my way,â accompanied by a potpourri of excited emojis, just to make sure his enthusiasm comes across.
Youâre excited too, grinning to yourself as you fly through the house to make sure youâve taken care of everything for his impending arrival. You already took Petunia out and refilled her bowl, already charged the toys, and as promised, already washed and changed the sheets. You pull your overnight bag onto the bed, looking over the lingerie you brought, undecided on if you should surprise him with a sexy greeting at the door. You eventually land on âsexy underwear but make him work for it,â grabbing the pink band t-shirt heâs been wearing lately to slip on over the set you chose.
As your final task, you set two cold water bottles on each nightstand, giving a little exasperated huff as you pull out your phone to check the traffic again; it feels like he texted you forever ago but you know youâre probably just impatient. Youâre pondering which of his bandmates was most likely to stop him on his way out, when you hear the garage opening and you clap your hands together gleefully, springing up to fix your hair in the vanity mirror.
Lukeâs calling your name as soon as he opens the front door; you originally planned on playing it cool, letting him come to you, but you canât deny how thrilled you are that heâs finally home and you race down to him.Â
The two of you meet up at the foot of the stairs, huge smiles decorating your faces. You take advantage of being on the step above him, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face in the stubble youâve missed feeling all day. He wraps his arms around you with a chuckle, squeezing you tight, letting you be the one to pull away first. You give him a few quick pecks before you notice the sound of crinkling cellophane coming from him and you pull back curiously to see what the source is.
âThese are for you,â Luke sing-songs, presenting you with a brightly colored bouquet of assorted flowers. You pout, touched by the gesture and before he gets a chance to elaborate, you pull him down to your lips to show your appreciation.
He murmurs against you, tangling a hand in your hair, leading you into a slow, sensual kiss. You moan as his tongue greets yours and again when his hand travels down to squeeze your ass under the rising hem of your t-shirt. He groans into your mouth when he feels the high cut lace of your underwear, his mind automatically scrolling through his memories of all the ravishing sets youâve worn for him, wondering what heâll be stunned by tonight.
âBeen thinking about this all day,â he murmurs, holding you tighter, kissing you harder.
âMe too,â you sigh. âWell we know what Iâve been thinking about⊠what have you been thinking about?â
âFor starters, this,â he replies, lifting you off the step and wrapping your legs around his waist. You giggle as he starts to climb the stairs, briefly resuming the makeout before determining he should focus on getting you both to the bedroom safely.
As you pass the hall bathroom, you tap him with your flowers. âWe should probably get these in water before we get too distracted.â
He takes the bouquet from you, laying it on the dresser as he enters the bedroom. âTheyâll be alright for a little longer.â He carefully sits you on the bed, looking at you hungrily. âYouâre all I care about being wet right now.â
You sit up on your knees to kiss him passionately and rid him of his jacket and shirt. You run your hands over his chest, loving the tiny noises he makes as your nails run through his chest hair, tracing along his nipples. You slip your fingers in his waistband, pulling him closer by his pants.
âBeen so patient, even while I had my fun with you today⊠always so patient with me, Lu⊠love that about you,â you coo, looking up at him alluringly as you palm over the outline of his hardening cock. You keep eye contact as you unfasten his pants and start pulling them down.
Itâs a beautiful sight seeing Luke peer down at you, eyes already glassy, mouth already open in awe; his hair is a mess from your fingers running through it, curls hanging over his eyes as he watches you breathlessly. Your stomach drops in anticipation of the moan you know is coming when you dip your head down to mouth at him over his boxer briefs. He doesnât disappoint, voice both loud and shaky as your lips apply gentle pressure to his cock; you find the tip and pucker your lips more, softly sucking at his shape through the fabric.Â
He groans your name in a bid for you to stop, wanting to pace himself. He grips your face in his hand, rings digging into your skin deliciously as he roughly pulls you back up to his mouth, pressing his body to yours as he kisses you, letting his hardness and his tongue work in tandem to let you know how much effect you have on him.
His hand travels down your throat, lingering just long enough to get your blood pumping, before he leans you back so he can grab the hem of your shirt. You help him tug it over your head and he curses under his breath as he takes in the bubblegum pink underwear you picked out. Before you started dating Luke, you never cared much for brightly colored lingerie but with him it feels right: playful and loud while still erotic and intimate, just like the two of you are in bed together.
Luke loves when you dress up for him and you love watching him appreciate all the little details, his eyes poring over the peekaboo sheerness of the lace lining, his fingers reaching out to trace along the geometric caged cutouts above the bra cups, his guitar-worn fingertips an enticing contrast to the smooth satin of the straps.Â
âBeautiful, baby,â he whispers reverently, leaning in to place a kiss on each of the tiny bows decorating the set: one on each strap, just below your collarbones, one in the center of your cleavage and one right under the waistband of your panties. He laughs warmly at the gasp that last location elicits from you and he chastely pecks over the front of your underwear a few times before raising back up to grin at you. âThis is new, right?â
Nodding, you play with his necklace, somehow feeling both bold and shy under his attentive gaze. âI picked up a couple new things for today, actually⊠wasnât kidding when I said I wanted to spend all day in bed.â
âAww, honey,â he pouts, kissing under your jaw until you giggle. âWell I love it⊠love you⊠love that youâd think to do that. Looks so good, I almost donât want to take it off.â
You tease, âWell good, because you donât get to yet.â
He laughs, surprised but delighted, and you scoot back on the bed; he follows suit, coming to lay with you, quickly kicking off his pants and shoes. The two of you take a moment to enjoy kissing, teasing and enjoying the feeling of each otherâs bodies after a long day of wanting. When you can tell heâs getting restless, making more noise against your mouth, hips grinding against you more urgently, you shift him to lay on his back.
âMissed you, Lu⊠wanna show you how much,â you murmur, sucking at his neck. You feel the vibrations of the contented hum he lets out as you leave a mark on his throat. You pull back to admire your work, boasting, âMine,â as you rub over the red spot.Â
He strokes over your face, thumb soothing at your skin thatâs looking raw from rubbing up against his beard. âDidnât need a hickey to tell you that, honey,â he replies, looking at you lovestruck. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm before moving on to explore more of his body.Â
Luke sweetly fingers through your hair as you kiss over his chest, nibbling at his collarbones, massaging over his pecs, tongue flicking over his nipple. You start to show the other side the same treatment and he gives a quiet whine, hips bucking into the air.
âPatience, my love,â you chide while your hand snakes over his stomach to squeeze his still clothed bulge. âIs this where you want me, babe? Think Iâd forget about this cock? Havenât thought about anything else all day.â
He pants, breath hitching as you drag your nails over the curves and ridges pressing up against his boxers. âIâm just⊠so⊠so fucking ready for you, baby.â
âMmm,â is the only reply you give, tugging his underwear off. A giant sigh of relief escapes him as his cock is freed, dropping onto his stomach, precum immediately dripping onto his skin. You sit between his legs, thinking out loud, âAs I remember it, you were also pretty fucking ready before you left this morning, so⊠I think you can hang on a little longer.â
His stunned silence turns to an interested murmur as you move back up, returning your attention to his nipples. Once youâre satisfied with how puffy and perky they look, you gently push his arms up, indicating you want them above his head. Dazed but trusting, he complies, resting his hands against the headboard.Â
He moans loudly as you flash a warm smile at him and lilt, âGood boy,â before pressing a wet kiss to the puzzle piece inked on his left side, now exposed for you. You smooch and nibble at his skin before switching over to trace your tongue along the vertical script running down his right side. You love that his tattoos are almost always covered - sometimes it feels like youâre the only other person who knows that theyâre there. And you love knowing youâre the only person who gets the privilege of touching them like this, of teasing them until heâs squirming uncontrollably.
âBabyyyyy,â he hisses as you begin to peck over his stomach, causing you to laugh against his skin. You look up at him innocently, smirking because youâre not sure if his complaint is due to the work your mouth is doing or the friction from your body leaning across his.Â
"What do you need, handsome?"Â
Luke tries to pout but can't hold back a grin as he playfully whines, "You didn't kiss the bird," looking sadly over at the ink adorning his right bicep.Â
"Oh, my mistake," you play along, crawling back up to where his arm is resting behind his head. You press your lips to the tip of the hummingbird's beak, following along the outline of the tattoo before filling the inside of it with smooches. "How could I forget? Such a pretty bird on a pretty guy."
Before you can move back down, he holds his wrists up to you expectantly, watching smugly as you take the hint and kiss the tattoos he has there as well. As you pull away, he silently points to his lips and you giggle with delight.
"Luke."
"What?! I missed you! Thought you missed me too," he defends dramatically, joining your laughter as you lean in closer.
You intend to kiss him softly but you're weak to his advances once he starts adding heat to it, one hand on your ass, the other dipping inside your bra to cup your breast, pinching at your hardened nipple. His hand sneaks from your ass to between your legs and he groans when he feels how wet you are.
"Oh honey, c'mere," he advises, trying to move your body up the bed. "Get on my face, let me take care of you."
Shaking your head adamantly, you wriggle out of his hold and start moving back down his body. "You first," you insist. He begins to protest but you reach back up and press a finger to his lips to quiet him. "Had all day to fantasize about playing with you, want us to both take our time and enjoy it."Â
He lights up hearing you mention thinking about him again. "All day, huh? Tell me what you thought about, baby."
He breathes deep as your fingers dance down his chest and stomach, followed by a sharp exhale when your touch skips over where his cock is resting, instead opting to stroke his upper thigh. You watch his face change while he decides whether or not to verbalize his disappointment; he eventually calms and you dip down to lightly peck his hip.
âThought about how much I love your body⊠how beautiful it is⊠how responsive,â you trail off, giving his hip a teasing bite, smiling to yourself when he bucks up against you with a loud yelp. You kiss the small indent and continue down. âThought about noises like that⊠you know I fucking love how vocal you are when weâre together, Lu. Makes me feel so good to know I make you feel so good.â
You nip and kiss your way down to his thigh tattoo, making sure to give it the affection it deserves, especially in light of the memory you shared earlier about how sensitive he was that day you visited his studio. He gets louder and you muffle a groan against him, knowing heâs thinking the same things you are; you lift yourself up to his lips, needing to kiss him, needing to be in that moment with him. His cock twitches between your bodies and the two of you moan in erotic harmony.
âNo one else has ever made me feel like this, you know,â he tells you, gripping your hair to kiss you one more time. âCanât remember ever wanting something - someone - this bad before. Never thought feeling you everywhere but my cock could feel so good⊠get me this hard. God, youâre incredible.â
Beaming, you place your forehead on his. âYouâre incredible, babe. Youâve been waiting so long and youâre still letting me love on you like this? Havenât tried to guide me anywhere, havenât asked for anything⊠havenât even tried touching yourself. You know you couldâve, right? I didnât tell you not to,â you point out.
He shrugs, as if the option never even crossed his mind. âI know that anything you do is gonna feel a million times better than anything I could do for myself just because itâs you, so.â
âLuuuuuu,â you melt, bringing yourself to his lips again.
He laughs, âThat being saidâŠI would like to cum sooner than later.â
You snort, giving him a playful shove as you push yourself up. âOh is that something you were interested in doing tonight? That what all the moaning and writhing is about?â
He gently knees your side as you settle back between his legs. âBold talk from a lady who was so horny earlier, Iâd barely been gone ten minutes before you had to get yourself off.â
Giggling, you pinch his inner thigh and giggle some more when heâs surprisingly into it, giving a half-moaned, half-yelled reaction. âWhatever, man, I wasnât the one jerkinâ it in the parking lot of my job.â
âNooooo, thatâs the whole point! I didnât jerk it, thatâs why I need to cum now,â he insists, tone still lighthearted but with a slight edge to it.
Heâs getting desperate and you smile, appreciating how fun he is like this. âAww, baby, youâre so right. This poor, poor cock deserves some attention, doesnât it?â
Luke nods pitifully and holds his breath as you move in to press a single closed mouth kiss to the tip of his cock.
âBaby.â
You look at him with wide eyes, feigning shock that heâs disappointed. âMore?â You place another chaste kiss halfway down his length, followed by one right at the base. You feel his cock throb under your lips, excited even from just that small amount of contact, and you almost feel bad when you hear his exasperated sigh as he realizes your game. You look up again, teasing, âStill not enough? Such a needy cock, isnât it? Donât know how you survived the day, babe, mustâve been so tough not giving in. Didnât give it even one little stroke?â
He feels you moving down and when your breath is on his thighs again, he gasps. âN-no⊠wanted to wait for you,â he sputters, breath uneven as your lips brush across his skin.
âGood boy,â you purr, licking your lips and giving a wet kiss to his balls. You move over a fraction, kissing again, this time letting your tongue poke through your mouth and his body jerks so hard, youâd have sworn he jumped about five feet off the bed. âYou like that, handsome?âÂ
A choked cry answers your question and you move and kiss again, sloppier, letting your tongue swirl and linger on his skin. His response is still intense, so you continue, using the same technique but traveling lower and kissing longer; his moan is sharper, breathier, and you notice his legs are opening wider for you, his ass scooting closer to your face.Â
Oh.
You contemplate his reaction before moving in again, placing a firm, wet kiss to the space just under his balls. The way he whines your name is unlike anything youâve ever heard before and judging by the ache you suddenly feel between your legs, youâre confident it will play a starring role in every masturbatory experience you have from now on.
âLuke?â You sit up to get a good look at him, biting your lip to keep from audibly reacting as you take in the sight of his flushed face, his curls frizzed from sweat and his hands resting at his sides, balled up into fists in a clear effort to keep himself from tending to his cock, much redder, much shinier and much angrier than it was when you last looked at it.
âYeah?â He answers weakly, as desperate as heâs ever been but too dazed to hide it now.
You consider your words before deciding thereâs really no delicate way of putting it. âDo you⊠um⊠should I eat your ass?âÂ
âJesus Christ,â he breathes, screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to focus. âIs that⊠do you want to?â
âLu,â you soothe, stroking his thighs. âBabe, you know we always say if thereâs something one of us wants to try, weâll hear each other out. And this seems like something thatâs really turning you on and Iâm really interested in exploring that if you are.â
He stares at the ceiling for a beat before focusing his gaze on you. âYeah⊠yes. Yes, I- I think Iâd like that.â
Breathing deep, he runs his hands through his hair, obviously overwhelmed. Your instinct is to rush up to give him a calming kiss but you fight the urge, wanting to give him space and time to process whatever heâs feeling. Instead, you hug his knee, using your fingers to draw soft circles on his leg, watching as his face softens and after a moment, he looks back down at you.
âYou good, babe?â
âYeah⊠I just got like, nervous for a second,â he laughs.
âWell thatâs okay.â You smile softly, resting your chin on his knee while you talk. âAre you sure you wanna? We donât have to, you know Iâd be more than happy to suck your dick.â
With a naughty grin, he insists, âI mean, Iâd be more than happy to have my dick sucked but I do think itâd be fun to try this.â
âPromise youâll tell me if you change your mind?â
âOf course⊠and same.â
âOf course.â
Satisfied, you peck each of his knees before spreading them wide again. You dip down, pressing your chest to the bed, popping your own ass to give him a good show. You knead his ass cheeks before gently pushing them apart, pausing to take a steadying breath of your own.
âLove you,â the voice above eagerly offers.
Your head drops to the mattress and you laugh with glee. âLove you too, babe⊠especially love that you thought to tell me that just as Iâm about to lick your ass for the first time.â
He wheezes before deadpanning, âSounds like the best time to make that known, if you ask me.â
Shaking your head, you start nibbling at his inner thigh again; you suck and nip at his skin, moving closer and closer to unknown territory. When he feels your warm breath between his cheeks, his noises go totally quiet in anticipation of what youâll do next.
Leaning in, you hold him tightly and lick a long stripe over his entrance; his entire body tenses and he makes the sharpest yet quietest noise youâve ever heard from him. Just as your brain wonders if that was a good reaction or a bad reaction, he answers your question by rocking his hips up, silently asking for more.
You oblige him, flattening your tongue to cover even more territory, licking slow and wide from his hole back up to his balls and down again. This time, heâs not shy about letting you know how he feels, a few breathy âfuckâs and a shaky âoh god, baby, yesâ falling from his lips. You repeat the same route, experimenting with a swirling motion on the way down and the groan itâs met with tells you it was the right decision.
âYou like that, babe?â You raise up to check in with him, your question more curious than teasing. âFeeling good?â
Lukeâs face is buried in his hands, surprised at how instantly heâs beside himself with want. âIt feels fucking amazing,â he reports, voice muffled but clearly wrecked already.Â
Looking at his neglected cock, leaking profusely and a deep shade of red, you ask, âDo you want me to jerk you off while Iâm ---â
He interrupts, âJesus, fuck, baby, no!â It takes a beat for him to hear his own reaction and then he giggles at how serious it was. He explains, âI swear to fuck, I will immediately cum all over myself if either one of us touches my dick for even a second.â
âI thought you wanted to cum sooner than later,â you tease.
He props his head up to grin at you. âI like the idea of your tongue in my ass more if Iâm honest.â
âThe most romantic thing youâve ever said to me,â you quip, getting back into position. âAlso⊠you said in, soâŠâ
âOh. I mean⊠is that⊠would you?â
You lean in and playfully bite a chunk of cheek. âHonestly, Lu, if itâll get you to keep making noises like you have been, Iâll do literally anything you want to this sexy ass.âÂ
He laughs, low and raspy enough to give you chills. âIâll keep that in mind.â
You grab his ass, push his thighs a little higher and dive back in, your tongue flicking wetly over his hole. As you work, the increasing volume of his sighs and the frequency with which heâs bucking into the air gives you confidence and your strokes become firmer, your flutters more teasing. You return to the sensitive skin below his balls, your lips providing gentle pressure before beginning a slight suction, and the prolonged moan he gives in response has you squeezing your legs together, hoping for some pressure of your own.
Emboldened by his feedback, you move down to his rim and apply the same method: pressure followed by suction. Luke canât stop the whimpers spilling from his lips as yours move over him, breath catching as your tongue starts lapping in time, the sloppily wet sounds permanently etching into his brain.Â
He wants to tell you what a good job you're doing, how unbelievable you're making him feel, but it's taking all his concentration not to grind himself back against your face, so all he can think to do is moan. He briefly considers reaching down to thread his hands in your hair and show his appreciation that way but thatâd put his hands way too close to his cock and he doesn't trust himself enough not to touch it.
He groans as your grip on his thighs tightens up, trying to get a better angle; your nails dig into his skin as you do your best to keep him steady and he whines, feeling a fresh round of precum run onto his stomach. You press yourself closer, the tip of your tongue up against his opening before cautiously dipping inside. A strained shout escapes him and he claws at the sheets, pushing his ass down to meet your mouth, a tiny âsorryâ lost in his throat as you work your tongue inside him and thrust. His head is spinning, he swears heâs never heard himself make the sounds heâs making and when your tongue thrusts into him again, he cries out as his cock twitches involuntarily.
All his noises are going straight to your pussy and you pull back, panting, in desperate need of a break.Â
âLuke,â you huff, pecking across his thighs as you lift yourself up to address him. âIâm glad you seem to be enjoying this, babe⊠I apparently canât get enough either, Iâm absolutely soaked.â
He lifts his head to look at you and you sit up enough for him to see the center of your panties is a much darker shade of pink than it was before. âHoly shit, baby⊠thatâs just from working on me?â You nod, lip between your teeth, and he groans. âGod, youâre a fucking dream, you know that? Looking like that, making me feel⊠fuck, I donât even know how to describe it⊠but youâre really, really fucking good at this.â
You grin, basking in his rambled praise. âWell, Iâd be lost if I didnât have such good feedback. All your pretty sounds, the way you keep grinding against my faceâŠâ
âSorry about that,â he chuckles, a hint of shyness in his voice.
âNo, Lu, I love knowing Iâm making you feel so good. Itâs so hot seeing you get soâŠâ
âSlutty?â
You laugh, squeezing his knees affectionately. âI mean, thatâs really nothing new, is it?â He giggles, breath slowing as your hands start roaming his legs. Your tone turns teasing, âSo slutty⊠so needy⊠and yet, still so good for me, huh? Look at that cock! I donât know if Iâve ever seen it so hard, have you? Iâll bet itâs absolutely aching, isnât it, baby?â
âAhhh, uh-huh,â he agrees quietly. He holds his breath as you lean over him, your hands rubbing over his stomach, so close - too close - to where his cock lays.
He gasps as you swirl your finger through some of the precum thatâs pooled on his skin, the sensation causing his cock to jump up again.
You moan at the sight, loving that youâve got him so worked up. Your finger inches closer and he whines helplessly. âYou sure you donât want me to do something about this, babe? Looks like it wouldnât take much⊠what do you think? Think Iâd be able to get even one stroke in?â You lightly run your nail against his stomach, right next to where his tip is and he lets out what can only be described as a sob. âThink Iâd even get my hand around it before you make a mess of us both?âÂ
You lift your hand as if youâre going to test your theory and he wails your name desperately.
âGood boy,â you coo, backing off, watching the pronounced rise and fall of his chest as he tries to regain composure. You settle back between his legs and check in. âKeep going - yes or no?â
The question has barely left your mouth before heâs rushing out, âYes, yes, yes, baby.â He slides his hands under his thighs and lifts them up to emphasize his point. âPlease.â
Groaning at his eagerness, you feel even more wetness drip onto your lace bottoms. âLet me hear you, baby,â you encourage, softly kissing his cheeks, working your way in.Â
You begin a pattern of kitten licks over his entrance that has him instantly moaning. You then teasingly swirl your tongue around - 1, 2, 3, times - and on the final circle you let the tip dart inside him and he lifts his legs even higher, rocking himself towards you, needing more. You duplicate the process but slower, adding in a few extra swirls just to hear his reaction - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - and your taunting is met with a series of increasingly frantic whines and a few strangled pleas of your name. When you finally flit your tongue inside, the relieved âOh my fucking god, baby, yes, thatâ feels a hundred times better than the orgasm you gave yourself earlier.
As you continue, Luke feels like heâs lost control - his hips pumping against you seemingly of their own accord, his voice producing a consistent stream of sounds he doesnât recognize, his cock springing up with interest yet again. And does he always leak this much precum? Fuck. You squeeze his ass, your hair tickling his cheeks as you wiggle, working your tongue in deeper; he notices a distinct sensation spreading through his body but heâs so overwhelmed he canât quite place it yet.Â
He looks down to see your head moving in a familiar bobbing motion and he has to groan as his mind acknowledges that heâs being blessed with one of his favorite visuals not because youâre sucking him off, but eating his ass.
âSo good, baby⊠so fucking good,â he praises dreamily.
You murmur against him in appreciation, giving his ass another squeeze and he whimpers, that confusing sensation running through him again but more insistent. Youâre effectively fucking him with your tongue, digging your nails into his skin, trying to hold on as he fucks back against you, and when your own muffled moans start pouring from your throat, that same mystery sensation returns to his body with such intensity, it demands to be recognized.
Oh.Â
It takes up until the second that Luke starts cumming for him to realize thatâs whatâs happening and itâs not until he feels the first rope of cum hit his chest that he actually believes it. He tries to call your name but all that comes out is the first letter followed by a bunch of unintelligible cries, voice unfamiliar as his body shudders. His cock pulses and throbs mindlessly, spraying his release near and far, coating his entire torso all the way from his belly to his chest.Â
The high of this orgasm seems to have no limit, building and building even when it seems like it's beyond time to fall back down to earth. He tries to express this thought but his breath comes out in short, wrecked sobs while his arms shake as he struggles to hold his legs in the air. Itâs probably the most exhilarating - and bewildering - thing heâs ever felt and when it finally crescendos, he gives an elongated groan of something resembling your name and lets his limbs drop down as he melts into the bed.
As soon as his legs hit the mattress, youâre racing over to his side. âLuke? Baby. Oh my god,â you fuss. He looks absolutely destroyed - hair disheveled, skin flushed, eyes tightly shut. His breath is steadier than it was but still labored, heaving chest covered in sweat and cum. Heâs never looked more beautiful. You speak tenderly, stroking his cheek, âYou did so good, Lu, oh my god, that was incredible, baby⊠are you okay?â
His eyes flutter open, still a bit glazed. He takes a moment before he answers. âYeah⊠I⊠just⊠whoa.â
âYeah, definitely whoa,â you laugh quietly, pushing the curls off his forehead. âIâve never⊠did you know you could -- â
He shakes his head. âNope. Never happened before, not even close.â He chuckles in disbelief. âI didnât even know it was happening until it was happening.âÂ
You giggle with him. âI felt your body like, pulse and before I even had time to think about it, you were moaning and⊠oh my god, babeâŠâ You move closer to snuggle him but he holds his hands out to stop you.
âMessy,â he laughs sheepishly, gesturing at his sticky skin.
With a comforting squeeze to his arm, you promise, âOne sec,â and hop off the bed, hurrying to the en suite. Luke closes his eyes, the sound of the running faucet serving as the perfect white noise as he lays there, content but exhausted. Several moments later, he feels the bed dip, followed by the pleasant sensation of a warm washcloth moving across his chest.
âThank you, honey,â he says quietly, reaching out to squeeze your hip. He traces the waistband of your panties admiringly. âCouldnât let these gorgeous pieces get stained⊠not yet, anyway.â
He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you snort. âSuch a thoughtful lover,â you joke, softly flicking him with the washcloth before tossing it aside.
âWell actually, speaking of which,â he starts, hand moving to rub over the now transparent from arousal patch of your underwear. âWhat should we do about this?â
âI was actually gonna see if you wanted a snack,â you shrug, patting his now clean skin dry with a new towel. He narrows his eyes skeptically and you explain simply as you pass him his water bottle. âI came this morning.â
âOh, trust me, I remember,â he smirks, taking the bottle but grabbing your arm to pull you close. He caresses your cheek, continuing, âBut you seemed happy - eager even - to have another so I wanna check that youâre not passing it up just because you made me cum my brains out and think now you gotta take care of me.â
You take a thoughtful sip from your water. âI guess I got a little worked up watching you⊠and talking to you over the course of the day⊠and looking at the pictures of your dick that you sent me,â you shrug again, a coy smile creeping at the corners of your lips. âI just⊠that was so intense, babe, are you sure you donât need anything?â
He opens his arms and you donât hesitate to accept the invitation, curling up on him, letting him wrap himself around you. âHonestly all I need is to feel my girl laying in my arms⊠heart racing, hips buckingâŠâ He kisses sweetly over your face, ghosting over your lips before darting down to suck under your jaw instead. He runs his hand over the mark he leaves, tracing his thumb over your mouth. âLittle gasps, sweet moans spilling out from these beautiful lips⊠if thatâs something you think you might be interested in.â
Your eyes meet his as you suck his thumb between your lips, biting gently. âWell⊠if itâll make you feel better, I guess,â you joke, sighing as youâre pulled into a passionate kiss.Â
His fingers toy with the caged straps of your bra and he whispers, âWanna be naked with me?â You eagerly nod, hissing quietly as he unfastens you; you help him pull the material off and then quickly shimmy out of your bottoms. You shiver under his appreciative gaze as he murmurs, âThatâs my good girl,â before capturing your lips again.
The makeout is slow and familiar, a lovely juxtaposition to the frenzied experimentation youâre both still coming down from. His hand makes its way down your body, slipping between your legs and you both groan as he starts stroking through your wet folds. You almost instantly start rocking your hips into his touch - youâve been waiting to feel his hands on you all day and youâve been so turned on for so long and your body is so grateful to finally have some relief.
He laughs raspily, âBaby⊠after all that buildup, donât you think you deserve more than humping my hand?â You whine as he pulls away and whine again when you see him reaching over into âthe fun drawer.â He grabs the first toy he touches and it happens to be the one you used this morning. He clicks the button and it whirs to life, thrusting back and forth enthusiastically, much to his delight. âLook at this bad boy! Iâve always wanted to watch you with this one.â
âWell pay attention because itâs not gonna last long,â you laugh.
After some discussion, he props some pillows up against the headboard and sits back with his legs open for you to lay between. You relax into him, immediately angling your head for a kiss while Lukeâs first order of business is getting his hands on your breasts. You tease each other a bit - your teeth tugging his lip, his ringed fingers twirling your nipples - and then heâs nudging you to pick up the vibrator.
âBeen thinking about this since I saw that picture,â he admits, watching carefully as you drag the toy down your body.
You run the tip up and down your pussy, getting it nice and wet before lightly circling your clit. âI always wait until the last minute to turn it on⊠it feels too good,â you explain, teasing your opening and then pulling it away, your hips tilting up in hopes of reconnecting with the toy. âEven just putting it in is too much sometimes because I know how good itâs about to make me feel.â You torment yourself a few more times and then finally let it slip in, sighing loudly as it glides inside you.
âFuck,â Luke breathes, rubbing your legs soothingly as he stares, slack-jawed.
One hand fits the toy inside you while your other interlaces your fingers with his. âOh this is gonna be so quick,â you laugh, leaning back to kiss his neck. âYou ready?â
"I don't know," he giggles, squeezing your thigh. "Ready to see you come apart, baby."
You keep your gaze trained on his face, your hand using sense memory to locate the power button and turn it on. A deep groan escapes your throat instantly as the shaft of the toy begins vibrating and pumping inside you. You quickly click it down to a low setting and reach to adjust the arm meant to stimulate your clit, your eyes rolling back the moment it lands on the right spot.
"Feels good?" He asks quietly, visibly gulping as you nod and lick your lips. He runs his hands up from your legs, caressing over your hips, your stomach and finally your tits again, where his touch lingers. "As good as this morning?"
Bringing him into a kiss, you sigh, "Better⊠you're here now." You roll your hips with the slow rhythm of the vibrator, not yet ready to crank it up to your usual setting and have this end. "Don't gotta imagine your hands on my body, your voice in my ear, your breath on me⊠you're here."
"So glad I'm here, honey," he reassures, kissing your face. You press a button to change the pattern of the vibrations and gasp into his mouth. He groans, wanting to help you along, "Did you pretend it was me fucking you? My cock inside you?"
You confirm breathily, "Oh, Lu, yes⊠Pretended you were still in bed with me⊠like the phone never rang⊠like we just woke up and you were on my neck, telling me how much you wanted me⊠pretended we were back in that moment and I told you to slip it in like I wished I wouldâve⊠oh god, Lu, câmere.â You reach for his hand, panting.
The sudden shift of intensity in your tone has Luke breathing as heavy as you, rushing to do as requested. You guide his hand around the bottom of the toyâs shaft, right where itâs peeking out of your body; you watch his jaw drop as you cycle through the settings, landing on the rhythm and speed that always leaves you seeing stars.
He looks at you wide-eyed. âNo way,â he laughs, feeling the strong buzz and rapid thrusts. âBaby, this is gonna launch you into space.â
âCounting on it,â you giggle, turning it back down while you move his hand to the base of the toy and adjust his hold so itâs at the angle you need. As soon as heâs in position, you turn the power back up and let out a pronounced moan.
âThatâs it, lemme hear those beautiful sounds, honey,â he encourages, his free hand gripping your breast tight, hoping to both get you off and steady you.
The whines only get louder as your back arches into his touch and your hips stutter, your body too stimulated to follow along with the vibe's movements. It drives into you over and over at that delicious angle and you bury your face into Luke's neck, muffling a cry as you feel your climax start to light up every single cell in your body.Â
The pleasure rushes through you, the chemicals flood your system and most importantly, your boyfriendâs arms tighten around you. The orgasm is great - fantastic even - but feeling this good while being this close to him is what makes all the waiting, all the teasing, all the frustration of the day worth it.
âOh, thatâs it, baby⊠what a good girl⊠look so unbelievable when you cum for me,â he encourages as you huff and shake in his embrace. A few seconds later, your body settles and your breathing quiets but a small whimper remains and he knows that means youâre done with the vibrator. He shuts it off and carefully pulls it out, soothing in a soft voice, âI know, baby, that was so much⊠itâs alright, Iâve got you.â
He gently eases you onto your pillow, freeing up his arm to grab the tissue box off the nightstand. You pout and make grabby hands at him as he stops to wipe down your toy; he grins, pecking your lips before starting to clean you up as well. Neither of you have much to say, content with simply trading soft smiles and softer touches.Â
Luke lays his head on your chest, gazing up lovingly at you, and you tangle your fingers in his curls, loving the way his eyelashes flutter as you comb through his hair. You take the moment in until something occurs to you. âHey, babe, I donât think I ever actually thanked you for those flowers? Theyâre gorgeous⊠that was really sweet of you.â
âAww, honey, Iâm glad you liked them!â He beams proudly. His expression briefly falters but he shakes it off and continues, âI wanted to kind of acknowledge and apologize for this morning⊠I promised this would be our day and I shouldâve taken a minute to find a compromise instead of just taking off like it was nothing.â
âLuuuuuke,â you whine, stroking his cheek softly. âI know I complained at first but you know I understand the band comes first - itâs your job and itâs important. Youâve got a lot of people counting on you.â
He shrugs. âI had you counting on me and youâre someone I donât ever wanna disappoint. I shouldâve asked if you wanted to come have lunch or something. I donât know where my head was at.â
âWell, babe, I appreciate the apology but I still had a pretty fun day,â you reassure him, smirk curling the edges of your mouth.
âIs that so? I never wouldâve guessed,â he jokes, pushing up to kiss you. âGlad to hear you had a good day, though⊠spent most of mine worrying Iâd ruined it.â
You giggle, âBabe, Iâm pretty sure the only thing that got well and truly ruined today was you.â
He laughs with you, a faint blush spreading over his skin. âSo best case scenario then,â he cracks, pressing another kiss on your lips.
He sits up, sipping his water, passing yours over when you prop yourself up next to him. You suddenly remember to ask, âHey, how was the studio, by the way? Howâd our song turn out?â
Luke grins. âOh, is it our song?â
With a naughty smile, you explain. âI donât know about you but I doubt Iâll be able to think about anything besides tonight when I hear it.â
âWell⊠tonight and the night I wrote it.â
âSee.â
âYouâre right, itâs definitely our song,â he giggles, squeezing your knee. âI really like what itâs turning into, I think itâs almost where it needs to be.â
Your brow scrunches, confused. âAlmost? Wasnât it due today?â
âOh!â He laughs, shaking his head. âThe deadline actually got extended.â
âWhat?!â
âMmm hmm, some kind of server maintenance - the label apparently canât handle any incoming files for a day or two. So we all decided we should use that time and really get it right.â
Youâre quiet for a moment before offering a simple, âInteresting.â
Luke can tell youâre calculating if this will affect your time together again and he slinks his arm around you, leaning your head on his shoulder. âIt doesnât need nearly as much work as it did today though, so hopefully it wonât take up too much of the day.âÂ
âYeah, hopefully.â
With a smile, he adds, âBut just in case, Iâm thinking my phoneâs gonna accidentally die overnight, what about yours?â
âââââââââââââââ Thank you for reading!
#luke hemmings smut#luke smut#luke hemmings fic#5sos smut#5 seconds of summer smut#kindahoping4forever#smut#kh4f fic#Nothing But My Feelings#it's the way this is basically twice the length of my last Ash fic đđ#and friends this is the EDIT#first draft was 14k+#idk what my problem is#anyways yay I did it! A Luke fic like I kept promising last year!#And a new fic in general! Wasn't sure if I'd get there tbh so I'm pretty proud#Hoping to make this more of A Thing this year so cross your fingers for my physical and mental health lol#remember when I said this fic was kind of a lot? agree or disagree lol
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "đđŒđđŒâ" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) âwhy didn't he use đ«”đŒ?â didn't exist yet. âwhy didn't he use đ?â dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. đđŒ is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent đđŒđđŒ as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it
You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u
#i do the same to others OCs I like I will ask all about em#if its my friends OC they probably have a free seat in my brain#kott talks#edit: ppl tagging this post with how personal and important their characters are to them as creators#and positive feedback hits deep because of it#I see you and I'm so happy for u
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âDo you think seahorses write fpregâ and the many other riveting things my friend texts me right before I go to work
#snips of shit#pregnancy mention#suggestive#love Anna with all my heart but she makes me laugh at the worst times#edit: people mentioning this is an old tumblr post. I have not seen it before. my friend mightâve been referencing it#I didnât find out there was another post until 10k notes in
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#Ghost makes videos#new tag#So actually there is a video of this somewhere on the internet with this kind of edit.#but for the life of me I couldn't find it#so I made one#so this is kinda original?#maybe#animals#coyote#badger#also fun fact! Coyotes and badgers often hunt together!#so these two are most likely friends in the ecosystem
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Woe, my passion project be upon ye-
And that's it! For Now!!
Thank you so much for reading and i hope it comes in handy for any of your wingies needs :3 This took me... a While, more than it should've, but is finally here! And maybe i've been slacking a little on the tagging for this blog specifically, but i recommend besides reading all of this, to go check my Guides tag, as i'm missing a few little things here and there that i couldn't for the life of me find a way to explain, and i've already re-done this Way too much for my liking o(-(
But you can also just go around this blog to get some inspiration :o I got a Lot of different wing styles here, and again i gotta go back to tagging (and fix my blog web theme, don't worry about itâ) but other than that, you're free to explore this lil blog of mine
Two last thingsâFirst, i did all of this for free, i want it to reach as many people as possible (which is why soon-ish i'll translate the entirety of it to spanish and add image descriptions to both versions, i need a break....), but if you liked this enough and would like to leave a lil' tip on my kofi (@/rainbowpinyata), i would appreciate it a lot... Second, my inbox is always open if you or someone you know is in need of a more in-dept explanation on any of the parts of this, as i had to resume most of the info, or just needs a little bit of advice. I'm gonna explain wings Much more than i already have on the next part, but that... is going to take a bit, so...
Anyways, many thanks to my friends for always being there for me, i don't think i would've gone past the first draft or the many others after that without their encouragement, suggestions and general help with keeping me going. It means everything to me.
Also, click for better quality pls, the pages are pretty big but... this site....
#autism do be odd#spending my bd re-editing the last few pages of this.. tho a good part is still my friend's editing#artists on tumblr#tutorial#wing tutorial#art tutorial#art resources#artwork#art tips#drawing tips#wings#winged character#digital art#angel#now to tag all the fandoms i know on the top of my head that has winged characters (apologies for that to the ppl on the tags but-)#dungeon meshi#good omens#supernatural#mcyt#winged grian#philza#avian hybrid#ava#avm#animator vs minecraft#purple avm#ultrakill#mlp fim#mlp#pit kid icarus
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silly hazbin doodles
and lucifer&vox request from last week
#ITS NOT A SHIP#Just 2 friends chilling together :]#doodles#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel rosie#edit: i fixed some details in the first drawing
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"i would like to be remembered as somebody who lived well, loved well, was a seeker and his paramount thing is he wants to help people. that's what i want."
REST IN PEACE, MATTHEW PERRY (1969-2023)
#friends#friendsedit#friendsgifs#chandler bing#matthew perry#filmtvcentral#cinemapix#tuserrachel#tuserlucie#tusercarolina#useraurore#userlolo#useryusi#userluz#usertj#userrlaura#all my love to you#cille's edits
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this random ass guy whoâs entire bit is that he can move like this is the only good wesker fan ever
#talking#edit: i changed the caption you guys are so annoying lmfao#i didnât mean anything by it at all if you think iâm equating being old with bad thatâs entirely a you problem.. someone easily 20+ years#older than me is in fact an old ass guy to me sorry i didnât realize the uses tumblr at age 30-40 community was gonna stroll up on my post#you guys are so sensitive my god#i call one of my closest friends and family members who are all 10-20 years older than me old all the time you guys need to learn not to#take shit so seriously and also donât lecture me on my joke post
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just saw a clip where f1nn5ter was saying how at this point, he canât be cis, but at the same time, he doesnât feel like heâs transâheâs just neither. and someone in chat was like âyou canât be neither cis nor trans thatâs not how it worksâ i love finn but why is his chat so fucking bad đ stop recreating binaries for the love of god, identity does not have to fall into these neat little boxes for you to police
#icarus speaks#neg#AND THEN PEOPLE WERE TRYING TO GIVE HIM LABELS???? LIKE HE DOESNT KNOW????#not only has he been at this for two years but one of his closest friends is a transwoman#i think he fucking knows what non-binary means đ#containment breach#<- i havenât edited this one yet b it just in case
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#don't know who made this but so true#art#smiling friends#donald trump#edit:#this is by @renthemonkey
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLEP !!
#smiling friends#smiling friends fanart#pim pimling#charlie dompler#Allan red#smiling friends glep#glep#my art#THIS WAS SOOO RUSHED đHSNDBDJDND#I forgot Charlieâs little hairs so I edited it in
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it's always a good day to wake up and choose violence
More Rise silliness [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ]
#the only thing wrong with Rise was that they couldn't cuss. I think they should have at least gotten one swear each. you know. as a treat.#do you truly love your siblings if you don't routinely and mercilessly bully them???#a little light ribbing between friends#keep em humble#i am unreasonably proud of myself for that 'leonardo' edit. it looks pretty seamless if I do say so myself#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rottmnt#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise leo#rise donnie#rise raph#rise april#rise mikey#disaster twins#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt memes#shitpost#miss misnomer
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my friends and i watched the parkour movies in one sitting-
#turns out we are not immune to parkour. instant fixation#emf my beloved !!! heâs literally just a void guy with a crown but he has so many design possibilities augh#the gender ever#parkour civilization#parkciv#mcyt#evbo#emf#evboâs master friend#my doodles#sopuuart#edit: âthose are netherite boots not leather btw!! probably shouldâve used greys tho oopsie
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