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[annoyingstupidmiracle]

Luke x wife!reader. Backstage after the show. Smuttttttt. Fluffy

I'm with the Band

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: sexual content, p in v, fluffy smut, body worship, some explicit language, silly ending (overall really just fluffy sex)

Word Count: 1214

A/N: Thank you for the request! Sorry it's so short, college/work/an inbox full of requests are joining together to kick my ass :')

Please do not read if you are under 18

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It was the final show of The 5 Seconds of Summer Show in LA and to say you had been wowed was an understatement. The boys had put everything they had into the show and as they took their final bow, you couldn’t help but to admire how beautiful they all looked, but especially Luke. This tour held nothing but good memories for you, considering it was your first real tour traveling along with 5SOS. Last year you had only been able to make the California shows for the Take My Hand tour since you had still been a student, but now? You were all in since your marriage to the blond. 

“Hey, baby.” Luke grinned, giving you a sweaty side-hug as he walked off stage, handing his guitar to a roadie. 

“You were amazing!” You squealed, bouncing up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’m so proud.”

Luke picked you up and spun you around, peppering your face with kisses. “I’m glad you thought so. I just want to sleep for a million years now.” he joked. 

“You know what my favorite part was?” You asked him, tucking a blond curl behind his ear as he continued to hold you. 

“Hmmmm. Let me think…” Your husband sat you down and tapped his chin, pretending to think. 

He knew what it was, because he had done what you were getting at on purpose. Luke hadn’t done that gravelly ‘wife’ for “Teeth” in over two years, but they were pulling out all the stops since this was the first show in Los Angeles since you and Luke had been married and the last show in LA before Michael became a father and everything changed. Tonight though, he had finally done it. As soon as the word fell from his lips, you felt a warm ball curl inside your belly and you’d definitely had to clench your legs. 

Luke looked around quickly to make sure the other three boys were occupied in post-show shenanigans before he slightly pinned you to the wall with his hips. “You liked me calling you my wife?” he nearly moaned in your ear, breath hot on your neck. 

“Luke,” You whimpered lowly, your hips longing to meet his. “We can’t do this here.”

“Says who?” he asked, blue eyes filled with something lustful. “The roadies still have to pack up the equipment, baby girl. You know I’m good at a quickie, honey. I can make those pretty little thighs shake in no time.”

Luke bent down and immediately began to make out with you. It wasn’t overly forceful, no, it was sensual. It was the kind of make out that comes from pure love. The blond was on top of the world right now, and you could tell. His band had just finished an amazing leg of tour and he had the girl he loved right here in front of him. Luke slowly began to move his lips down your jawline and onto your neck, suckling softly. The blond knew you would be marked up tomorrow, and that only drove his passion. You reached up, tangling your fingers in the blond curls at the nape of his neck. 

“Lu,” You whined. “Don’t be a tease.” 

Luke grabbed your hand and drug you down the hall to the boy’s dressing room. Luckily, the other three had long evaded it in favor of post-show drinks. As soon as the door was slammed shut, he pushed you against the wall, grappling under your shirt to find the clasp of your bra. 

“So damn pretty.” he moaned, throwing your now-loose-bra onto the floor. 

A blush spread over your cheeks as Luke continued to run his lips across your body. He dropped to his knees and began to trail kisses down your tummy until he finally reached the waistband of your jeans.

“May I?” he asked you. 

You nodded quickly, using your hands to brace yourself against the door at the feeling of Luke’s fingers trailing across your skin, electrically hot. The blond wiggled your jeans down around your hips, followed by your underwear and began to softly suck on your inner thighs. You moaned, pushing your hips forward to meet Luke’s mouth. 

“Need you inside of me.” You whined, grasping at his hair. 

Luke chuckled, pulling back at gazing up at you with those oh-so-beautiful eyes. “Don’t be impatient, my love.”

The blond stood up and kissed you once more before reaching into his back pocket and pulling a condom from his suit pants. Luke made sure you were watching as he undid his zipper, freeing his throbbing, erect dick. You moaned at the sight, throwing you back, eliciting a smirk from your husband. Luke rolled the condom on, before sneaking his hands inside your shirt, softly massaging your growing nipples. 

“You’re so pretty,” he cooed, brushing his hard cock against you. “My beautiful wife.”

Without another warning, Luke adjusted his hips perfectly and slammed inside of you, the sound of his skin meeting yours echoing through the tiny area. He had inserted his dick perfectly, so that even the tiniest rhythm would make your walls clench around him, already on the edge of an orgasm. 

“Oh my god.” You panted out. 

Luke roughly attached his lips to yours as your bodies moved in sync. “Watch.” he commanded, nodding towards the mirror. 

You craned your head as best you could with Luke still pumping inside of you and turned beet red. In the dressing room mirror, you could clearly see Luke railing you against the wooden door. Your moans echoed throughout the room and you were sure if there was anyone outside, they would definitely hear you. 

“I’m close already.” You whimpered, scratching your nails down Luke’s back.

You could see it on Luke’s face that he was close to cumming as well, and you couldn’t disguise the way you longed to ride out your highs together. Both of you were sweaty and panting, the scent of sex filling the air. 

“Me too.” he huffed out, still pinning you against the door. 

“Please, Lu. Cum with me.” You moaned, trying to seduce him. 

“Fine. Only cause you and that body are so fuckin’ pretty.” Luke said, pressing his body ever closer to yours. 

On the count of three, you and Luke came at the same time, your walls clenching around his dick. When you thought of marriage, this is what you thought of; a soft type of intimacy that was filled with passion.

“I love you.” Luke said, running his fingers through your hair. 

“I love you more.” You said, still blushing. 

No matter how long you and Luke had been together, him telling you he loved you still made the butterflies in your tummy go wild. He was unlike any man you had ever met. He was kind and caring and beautiful and you were sure he felt the same way about you as he gazed into your

eyes. Your sweet moment didn’t last for long, though, because Michael began to bang on the dressing room door. 

“We can hear you having sex in there!” he shouted. 

“I’m with the band!” You hollered back. 

You and Luke both laughed, hurriedly adjusting your clothes. Despite getting caught, you wouldn’t trade Luke’s love for anything.

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if you’re reading this drink some water

[annoyingstupidmiracle]

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

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Do you really hate me? l.r.h x reader PART TWO

FINALLY, after a long wait, it’s finally here. And I’m soooo sorry. Consider this  an apology ;)

Word Count: 6286

Here’s part 2! Read part 1 if you haven’t yet.

Sorry, it took so long to write, I’ve been busy with other fics, work, and college! 

Plz check out my fics on Wattpad @ Nemo2403 !!!! I’m so very proud of them!

The painting below is what I was thinking of while writing the last one, but imagine it with different colors XD

You walked into the art building with your bag slung over your shoulder and a coffee in your hand, anticipation of seeing the blonde that had your head spinning the entire weekend. It surprised you that you were even able to sleep after what happened in your shared studio. Pat had ended up letting everyone off work for the weekend, so you hadn’t seen him since Friday night. 

Your feet carried you through the main hall, hearing chatter throughout the different rooms and the distant sound of music coming from the other side of the building where you and Luke’s room resided. Swallowing harshly, you hesitated walking the extra ten feet to the room when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed your wrist. Turning your head to the side, you’re met with Milly’s wide smile.

“How was your weekend?” 

Thoughts of Friday night filled your head, and your gut wrenched. “It was nice. Peaceful,” you lied, sipping on your caffeinated beverage.

“Sorry about your studio, I know you like your own space,” she says with an apologetic smile. Your conversation was cut short by Pat’s office door opening and her lanky figure in the doorway. Both of your heads snap in her direction.

“Y/n! Just the person I wanted to see.”

Your face twisted in confusion and you adjusted the bag over your shoulder. “You wanted to see me?”

Pat ushers you into her office as Milly walks off to her own studio. Grabbing your shoulders, she spins you around to face the wall behind you. You brought the coffee up to your lips and took a swig of it as she did so, and there, hung up on the wall, was a familiar abstract piece that you and a certain someone had created on the floor of your shared studio. Suddenly your body didn’t know how to breathe and coughs sputtered from your mouth as the coffee seemed to go down the wrong pipe. 

“Isn’t it amazing?” Pat asked in awe, wide eyes staring at the large canvas full of different blended colors. If one stared hard enough, they’d be able to make out the shape of fingertips harshly dragging down the sides of the wild painting. “I was going to check on your work once I got in the building and saw this beauty drying on the rack.”

As soon as you were able to regain your breath, you chewed the inside of your cheek. “Well, it’s certainly something.” 

“Y/n, did you mean to create an abstract painting?” 

Flashbacks from three days ago coated your brain as your eyes examined each and every mark on the canvas.

Crossing your arms, you grinned proudly. “How’s that for abstract art?”

Luke cackled at your statement. “Should we present it to Pat?” Your eyes met his and mischief was the only thing evident in them.

“I think that’s a great idea.” 

“We thought it would be interesting to collab and create an abstract painting. It was supposed to be a surprise,” you lied straight through your teeth. It was the only thing you could come up with. Telling Pat the truth was clearly out of the question. 

“We as in you and Luke?”

You hummed in response, taking another sip of your coffee. 

“Well, keep up the good work. You two work well together.”

Her words almost made you choke again. Though it wasn’t her fault; Pat had absolutely no idea what you two did after she left Friday night.

The firm nod of approval she gave you was a signal to leave her office. Stepping back out into the hall, you sipped on the sweet drink once more before tossing it in the nearest trash can. Deciding to completely ignore the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, you coolly swung open the door to you and Luke’s studio.

The blonde was standing with his bare-back turned to the door, painting against a large canvas, making finishing touches. Your heart lurched in your throat as you watched his back muscles flex with every stroke.

“Fuck, I hate that you’re so good at this,” you managed to get out, jerking up as he hit the right spot. Your climax was close, you could feel it lurking upon you.

“Who’s good at this?”

“Good morning, Y/n,” a deep voice spoke throughout the empty studio room. Blinking out of your daydream, you realized you were still standing near the door and Luke was now facing you.

“Morning,” you muttered, walking over to your space and placing your bag on the floor.

“How was your weekend?” He asked, watching as you bent over to pull out paints from a nearby box. Your hair fell in front of your face and he so badly wanted to run his fingers through it as your pretty eyes looked up at him from his waistline. You hadn’t left his mind all weekend, and if he had it his way, he’d have invited you over to make more abstract paintings.

Your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, not looking at the blonde. “It was alright. You?”

The conversation was weird. The two of you had never had a one-on-one talk that didn’t include lashing out at one another.

“Uneventful,” he answers, turning back to his painting. The atmosphere in the room was thick and tense.

You pushed your anxieties to the back of your brain and decided to squash this thing once and for all. “Did Pat talk to you this morning?”

“No, did she need to?” 

“Oh, well she just wanted to let me know that we work well together.” 

Luke stopped the movements of the paintbrush and turned his head to the side to look at you again. He was surprised by the sudden spark of confidence considering you were never one to cut the tension. 

“Meaning...” He trailed off, placing the brush in a tray. 

“She hung our painting on the wall in her office.” 

A snicker left the male’s lips as he could only imagine you being confronted about the abstract painting. The anxiety that must’ve been flowing through your veins knowing the dirty things you two had done on that poor canvas. The sweat and bodily fluids that had mixed in with the paint that clueless Pat had hanging in her office to look at every day. 

Not only did you have flashbacks of the happenings of Friday night, but Luke did as well. He went the whole weekend aching to touch you again, wanting your pretty self writhing beneath him. He wanted to take his time on you and feel every inch of your body. 

The sound of knuckles rapping against the door broke the thoughts coursing in the room. The door opened to reveal Pat. Both of you shared a glance, practically biting your tongues to keep from laughing.

“I have a proposal,” she announces, her voice bouncing off the walls considering the spacious studio. Both you and Luke look at each other, eyebrows raised in anticipation. 

You were the first to speak, “which is?”

“There’s an art convention next weekend, and I believe you two have the chance to enter and win the cash prize,” Pat explains, sipping on her coffee. “The only downside to the whole thing is that it’s abstract art only.” A lump formed in your throat, already knowing what she was going to ask. 

Of course this is happening.

“What are you insinuating?” Luke questions, setting his brush aside to give Pat his undivided attention. 

“As you said Y/n, our abstract department isn’t that good-”

“Ha!’ You blurt out, loving the fact that she finally admitted it. Luke smirks at your outburst, finding these little things adorable, as he always has.

Pat clears her throat, “so I wrote down your guys’ names for the convention in place of our abstract artists, hoping this will give them more time to improve. The painting needs to be done by next Friday.” And with that, she leaves the studio, shutting the door as she exits. You look to Luke with wide eyes, eyebrows crossed in confusion.

“Did she just give us a week to prepare for an art convention in a field we don’t specialize in?” You ask frantically.

Luke rolls his lips into his mouth, looking down at the tile floor that was still stained with fading colors of paint. “Yeah. She did.”

“Fuck, how’re we gonna do that?” You ask, running your hands stressfully through your hair, trying to think of the normal ways to make abstract art. On the other hand, Luke was thinking of the exact way you guys made the piece that’s hung in her office. 

He doesn’t hesitate to answer, “the same way.” Your eyes widen further as you look at the blonde seeing him standing there with his arms crossed, a nonchalant look upon his face.

“What?”

“I didn’t stutter,” he shrugs. Your gut turns at this, not knowing what to say in response. Are you supposed to agree? You really wanted to, but this is a cash prize that’s on the line. But Pat did freak out over the work you two created without even trying, so maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal. Maybe the prize was small and you two would split it.

“When?” You find yourself asking out loud. It was too late to take back now.

Luke choked on the spit in his mouth, coughing slightly as he uncrosses his arms, feeling his confidence falter the slightest bit as he wasn’t expecting this response. 

“I don’t want you to think you have to do this,” he explains, turning around as he begins to put his brushes in a box to be cleaned later. “We can figure out a different way to do the painting, or ask Pat to take us out of the convention.”

You shake your head, knowing now was the best time as any to fess up. “I like our way better,” you flirt shyly.

“Oh?” Luke feels his stomach twist at your words, wanting nothing more than to bend you over the supply desk, mixing colors as they spill over the edge of the table. 

“I think Pat does too,” you joke, pulling a canvas from a small stack of them on the floor and placing it on your easel. 

Luke snickers at your remark, taking his box of brushes over to the sink to rinse them off. “So it’s settled then?”

“Wha- Oh. Yeah, it’s settled,” you stutter, struggling to find your brushes. The only question left was when.

*

As the day was coming to an end in the art studio, you had finally finished the piece that took the entire day. You didn’t take a lunch break or give yourself any time to breathe, wanting to get the piece done so that you didn’t have to go into work until later in the day tomorrow. 

Luke had stayed an hour longer than he needed to, giving the excuse that it’s dangerous to close up by yourself at night. Everyone, including Pat, went home hours ago which left the two of you alone in the art studio yet again. 

“So,” Luke spoke as he sat on the counter of your shared studio room. He turned the radio off that was once before playing music, giving you some company while you worked profusely to get your latest piece done. “Did you have any plans tonight?”

You attempt not to freeze at his words, continuing to put the brushes you used into a box to clean tomorrow. 

You shrugged, “not that I know of.”

“Well, I have a proposal,” he says in a voice that imitated Pat’s. 

You laughed, turning your head slightly to face him, “which is?” 

“We could go to the pub around the corner for a couple of drinks,” he suggests, wincing as he feels you’ll reject him. Just because you hooked up once didn’t mean you liked him. Though he didn’t know how you felt, you truly did like Luke underneath his dickish aura.  

“Sure,” you reply, “just let me finish cleaning this up and we can go.”

Luke’s eyes widen as his head snaps in your direction once more. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Totally thought you were going to reject me for a minute,” he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Collecting the multiple paint bottles, you placed them on the supply table with a grunt.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you hate me...?” He trails off, raising an eyebrow at you.

Taking a wet rag, you wipe down your easel to clean it up a little bit. “I thought we established these things Friday night.”

“Do you really hate me?”

These words were on repeat for the two days that you two were away from each other. The second he spoke them sent waves of shivers down your spine that you hadn’t been able to get rid of since your mind was constantly racing. 

Luke stayed quiet, trying to think of some sort of response to your statement, but couldn’t think of anything. You left him speechless. 

Finally getting everything cleaned up and put away, you slung your bag over your shoulder and faced Luke. “You ready?”

His head snapped up at the sound of your voice and he smiled, “yeah, let’s go.”

Luke shut off the lights and closed the door behind you as the two of you exited the studio, making sure the doors were locked before you made your way down the sidewalk towards the pub. Occasionally your hands that swung at your sides would brush, sending tingles through both you and Luke’s arms. 

The walk to the pub was comfortable and quiet; much different than a normal say in the studio which consisted of yelling and tension. He even took it upon himself to open the door for you when you arrived. 

There were a few people sitting at the bar, sipping on their drink of choice, while there was a small crowd of people occupying the scattered seats around the pub. Luke lets his hand fall to the small of your back, ushering you up to the bar. Leaning against the surface confidently, Luke waved down the bartender. 

“Can I get a round of Tequila?” 

Your eyes widened at his choice of alcohol. “Tequila, huh?”

“My favorite,” he responds, handing cash over to the bartender in exchange for his round of shots. 

You smile, “mine too.” It just so happened to be your favorite; you ordered tequila whenever you stepped foot into a bar. Luke led the two of you towards a booth in the far corner of the pub, placing the tray of shots on the table. He slid into his seat and split the shots in half giving the two of you three shots each. They’d surely give you a bit of a buzz. 

Luke picked up one of the shots and gestured for you to do the same. He clinked it with yours and grinned. “To abstract paintings.”

Laughing, you brought the glass to your lips, tipping your head back at the same time as him, allowing the alcohol to burn your throat in the best way. 

After that, there were way more shots thrown back than you could count. As if you could count. Your vision was already beginning to get the slightest bit blurry, and you could tell that Luke felt the same way. It was definitely time to cut yourselves off for the night. 

“You don’t hate me anymore, right?” Luke asks, his words slurring the slightest bit. Before you could answer, he was already speaking again. “Because I really hated when we did that.”

You frowned, “I only hated you because you were a dick to me 90% of the time.”

A sigh left his lips as he leaned on his elbows that were propped up on the table, “is it too late to apologize for that?”

“No,” you shook your head, a drunken smile falling on your lips, “it’s probably the perfect time to.”

He reciprocates your smile, the liquid courage giving him enough confidence to grab your hand from across the table, “then I want to take the time to say that I’m sorry for being a dick for the past three years,” he presses a single kiss to your knuckles, “it was because you were the only competition I had after so long and I didn’t know what to do about it,” one more kiss is placed on the back of your hand sending tingles through your body, “you made me a better artist without even knowing, so I should really be saying thank you.” His lips pressed against your wrist, tugging you forward the slightest bit. Whether it was the tequila or the warm feeling spreading through your abdomen.. or both, you wanted him to thank you in a way that involved less talking. 

Your lips parted, eyes in a haze as Luke continued to trail kisses up your forearm. His half-lidded eyes looked up to yours, a smirk falling to his lips as he did so. 

“I live a block away,” you suddenly blurt out. “I- uh, I mean, we can get out of here if you want.”

Luke tears his lips away from your skin, seeming to be 100% okay with this, and taps his fingertips against your wrist. “Do you want to?”

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, your eyes trace over his most prominent features, imagining how they’d look with a thin layer of sweat coating them as he drove into you over and over again. “Mhm,” you nod.

Luke takes this as his queue to stand from his seat, guiding you to do so as well since it was hard for you both to walk straight. His arm was secured tightly around your waist, walking you out the door towards your apartment building while you verbally explained the directions on how to get there. 

The cool night air sobered you up the slightest bit, giving you some sense of reality settling in. This was really happening; you were bringing Luke back to your apartment because you wanted to. Because you initiated it.

Before you knew it, the familiar double doors to your building were in front of you, and you pulled them open to let yourselves in. Your hand reached back, grabbing Luke’s to drag him into the elevator that would lead up to your third floor apartment. You pressed the button on the wall, and stepped back to wait, anxiously cracking your fingers. Luke noticed this and subtly placed his hand over your own, stopping your actions. Your eyes met, and you knew you were done for. Quickly leaning in, Luke grabbed the sides of your face while pressing his lips to yours, pushing you against the elevator wall; the cold metal sending a surge of excitement through your spine. You kissed him back, allowing your fingers to run through his hair, tugging at the ends. He sighed against your mouth, wishing the elevator would hurry the hell up so he could take this to your apartment. 

Finally, when the metal doors opened and he forced himself to pull away from you, breathing heavily. Your chest heaved up and down, eyes raking over his figure as his did the same to yours. Reaching towards you, Luke took your hand in his, leading you out of the elevator before you took the reigns and ended up at your door. After unlocking it, you pushed the door open, but it was only a second later that you were pushing it closed with your back as Luke pressed you against it, his lips on yours once again.

Giving into his actions, you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him hook his hands under your thighs, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist which elicits a gasp from your lips. Pulling away from the kiss for a moment, Luke looked around for somewhere to put you down.

“Okay, we’ve got a few options here,” he says as his eyes scan the dimly lit apartment as his palms rested on your rear firmly, the only light falling in from the windows. You stare at him in anticipation, willing to do anything he asked. “Couch, kitchen table, bedroom, or right here against this door.” His eyes fell back on yours to see how much his words had effected you. Your chest was heaving, thinking of all the nasty things you wanted him to do to you, the alcohol in your system only making you that much more excited.

As much as you wanted him to just get straight to it in the spot you’re currently in, the comfort of your bed sounded the best. There’s a high possibility that this wouldn’t be the last time.

“My room is down the hall, last door on the left,” you say, breathless. Without another word, Luke moves the two of you away from the door, securing an arm tightly around your waist as he treks across your apartment to your bedroom door. This elicited a laugh from your lips which beautifully echoed throughout the quiet apartment. Once he pushed your door open, your back was met with the mattress of your bed seconds later. Towering over your desperate figure, Luke’s eyes raked down your body. Even with clothes that had small specks of paint on them, he thought you looked perfect. 

“I’m so glad you didn’t reject me,” he mumbles un-coolly causing you to roll your eyes. Wrapping a leg around the back of his, you forced him on top of you, his hands falling on either side of your head to support himself.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you responded, wanting him to completely ravish you. With that, Luke feverishly crashed his lips to yours, letting one of his hands wander down your side, finding the waistband of your pants. He wasted no time in curling his fingers inside the fabric and tugging them down your legs, wanting to see what he’s been missing for the past two days. Pulling away from you, he watches your hands pull his shirt up, helping you discard of it across the room to which he does that same to you. His rough hands slide down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he says lowly, dipping his head down to connect his lips in an open-mouthed kiss on your sternum. You shudder at his delicate, yet hungry touch, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “How you taste,” he lists off, letting his tongue glide across your skin before kissing it once again, his blue eyes tauntingly making eye contact with yours, “how you look when I make you cum,” another kiss that lands above your waistline as he drops to his knees, “the way you sound.” His hands find your hips, massaging his palms over them repeatedly.

“Luke,” you moan, letting your head fall back in bliss as his fingers slowly pull your underwear down your legs. 

He smirks to himself as he feels like he has the upper hand, ducking his head between your thighs, spreading them open with his large hands that splay against your skin. You prop yourself up on your elbows just in time to see his tongue run up your folds and your body jerks the slightest bit. Before he could go any further, he pulls away from your center and presses a hand against your chest, pushing you back against the mattress.

“Lay back and relax, baby,” he instructs, “consider this my full apology.” His words make you that much more angsty to see what he has in store for you. The nickname was nothing short of surprising as you hadn’t expected that, but it made it that much better.

His head dips once more, immediately taking your clit between his lips and sucking harshly which causes a moan to leave your mouth and your back to arch. The skill of his tongue was nothing compared to last time as now he wasn’t in any rush. Luke worked the bundle of nerves effortlessly with his muscle before letting one of his hands come between your thighs, carefully inserting his middle finger inside of you.

Your hand reaches down and grips his blonde locks, tugging slightly, “fuck, that feels good.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, thrusting his finger consistently, feeling the spongey texture of your sweet spot. “Who’s making that happen, hm?” His tongue falls to your clit again, using his lips to stimulate the outside of it as he inserts another finger.

Your stomach clenches at this and the grip you have on his hair tightens, “oh, Luke,” you moan out pornographically which causes the man before you to hum in satisfaction.

“That’s right,” he states confidently against your core before continuing his earlier actions, pulling you to the edge. 

You try to close your legs as you were nearly at your climax because you didn’t think you’d be able to work yourself back up if he finished you off now, but Luke has other plans as he pulls his fingers out of you in order to spread your legs completely, allowing for your legs to fall over his shoulders as he gets lost between your thighs. Shallow breathes escaped your lips as your head lulled back against the bed, tangling your fingers in his hair, knowing that he wanted you to finish on his tongue. When your legs begin to shake is when he speeds up his pace which sent you to your climax immediately, a loud cry of his name leaving your lips once again. 

As soon as he pulls away, one look at his face gets you worked up all over again and you tug him on top of you by grabbing one of his hands, instantly pressing your lips to his as a thank you. Luke works his pants and boxers down his legs as he kisses you, kicking them off in the process.

He pulls away to begin trailing his lips down your jaw to your neck, wanting to mark you up to make it hard to cover up in the morning as he grabs a hold of his shaft to guide it to your entrance. As he begins sliding passed your walls, the reaction he wanted from you occurs as your breath hitches. 

“Oh,” you gasp as he sinks the rest of the way in you, “my god.”

“So fucking tight,” he groans as he fills you up, “fuck.” Hooking one of his arms under your right leg, he hoists it up to get a deeper angle and begins his consistent pace that allows a knot to form in your lower region yet again. 

As Luke stares you down from above, he curses himself. If he would’ve known this is what he’d been missing out on the entire time, he would’ve never started the hating game with you. 

“Fuck~ right there,” you groan, giving Luke the greenlight to start driving into you, repeatedly hitting that same spot. 

“I am so sorry for being a dick,” he says in the middle of it and surprisingly enough, it works you up even more. Grabbing your other leg, he positions them both over his shoulders before bending down to press his lips to yours, slowing his pace but making his thrusts rougher and deeper which has a lump caught in your throat as he does so. 

A forced gasp leaves your lips yet again as he hits your g-spot and you rake your nails harshly down his back in return. “I forgive you,” you manage to get out through your moans of pleasure. “Fuck, you’re good at apologizing.”

Luke chuckles to himself, driving into you once more, the hand that’s stabilizing him on the bed fisting at the sheets. He was beginning to grow tired, the alcohol and being out of breath was not a good mix. You noticed this, realizing how heavy his breathing had gotten, and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly.

“What’re you-”

“Sit on the bed,” you instruct, pulling your legs from his grasp. Luke doesn’t hesitate to do what you say, making himself comfortable against the headboard, his legs outstretched in front of him. Crawling over to the irresistible blonde, you straddle his waist, lining yourself up with his member before easily sliding down onto him. 

Luke’s eyebrows furrow as his mouth falls open, a pleasured sound leaving his lips. His hands find your hips, guiding you up before pushing you back down again. One of your hands is positioned on his broad shoulder while the other is gripping the headboard behind his head. 

“I’m not gonna last like this,” Luke admits, allowing his hands to find the curve of your ass while meeting your hips halfway as you rode him, “it feels way too good.”

“Yeah, same here,” you manage to get out through huffs of breath, feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter. The bed rocked with your movements causing the bed posts to rhythmically smack against the wall, but it was music to your ears. It was sure to replay in your head after tonight. “I’m close.”

Luke allows one of his hands to reach in between the two of you, his thumb finding your clit to stimulate you further to your orgasm. “Cum with me,” he says, looking up at you, making eye contact. Your eyebrows cross as you nod, digging your nails into his shoulder as your climax builds.

Pressing your forehead against his, you feel him twitch inside of you as he draws closer as well. Luke seals his lips against yours just in time for both of your orgasms to hit. A string of muffled moans comes from you as this orgasm is much stronger than the first. 

Luke helps you ride out your high, gently rocking your hips against his until your stomach uncoils from the clenched state it was in, and you let out a deep breath against his lips. Slowly pulling away, your eyes meet and a comfortable silence envelopes the space surrounding you.

“That was...” You trail off, your eyes flicking to his chest that was still heaving.

“Fucking amazing,” he finishes for you, squeezing your hips with his hands. Though it was amazing, you were worried what the next move was. 

Instead of dwelling on it, you smile, “I agree.”

Slowly crawling off of him, you scoot to the edge of the bed and pull on the oversized t-shirt you were wearing that was discarded on the floor in order to feel less exposed. Luke watches you intently, his eyes scanning your shaky legs as you stand to find the articles of clothing around the room. Your hands grab at his clothes before tossing them on his lap. 

“So,” he mutters while moving to get off the bed to put his clothes back on. 

Your heart stammered in your chest as you began to pick out clothes from your dresser to get in the shower. “Yeah?”

“Are you gonna kick me out now that you’re done with me?”

Freezing in your spot, your eyebrows furrow, “what?”

“You know,” he sighs, “the part where I leave in the walk of shame?” He really didn’t want to leave. He just didn’t want to come out and say that. 

Turning your head to the side, you get a glimpse of him sliding his shirt over his head, “you don’t have to leave.”

His eyebrows raise at this, surprised that you’d even consider it. “So, what’re you saying?”

“You can stay the night, Luke. I really don’t mind.” It was true, you didn’t, but you also didn’t want to seem vulnerable and get taken advantage of just to get your feelings hurt in the end.

He sighs again, “but do you want me to.”

There it is. The part where you could be seen as vulnerable. Did you really want to put your anxieties aside and see where this goes?

Before you could dwell on the thoughts any further, your heart was speaking for you, “yeah. I want you to stay.” And with that, you tucked the new change of clothes under your arm and turned your body towards him. “I’m getting in the shower.”

He sent you a close-mouthed smile, “I’ll be waiting.” But that wasn’t what you wanted.

“What, you’re not gonna join me?”

Luke’s face dropped at your question, clearly effected by it. “Actually?”

You rolled your eyes, “yes, actually.”

Without another word, Luke followed as you led him out of your room across the hall towards the bathroom. You tossed your clothes on the counter and turned on the water to the shower. Once you turned around, you peeled off your shirt again leaving you completely bare. Luke’s eyes scanned your figure as if it was the first time he’s seeing it, and you crossed your arms over your chest in response. 

“Growing shy on me now?” He teases, discarding his shirt for the second time. 

“You’re staring at me as if you haven’t seen it before.”

Luke smirks to himself, “or I’m staring because I like what I see.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “do you? Because I could’ve sworn a week ago you told me I was a piece of-” Before you could finish your vulgar sentence, his hands were on either side of your face as his lips pressed hastily against your own. 

Pulling away, he leaned his forehead against yours and let his blue eyes bore into yours, “let’s forget about all that, yeah?”

You smiled, feeling your heart stammer the slightest bit. “Consider it forgotten.”

The sound of fabric hitting the floor broke your small trance and you glanced between the two of you to see Luke’s pants and boxers pooled around his ankles causing you to laugh. His hands grabbed your waist and spun you around to face the shower before ushering you to climb in with him right behind you. 

What you kind of thought would be a somewhat normal shower turned into a steamier mess than you were expecting. You were surprised that you’d allowed yourself to get worked up again over the visual of Luke’s back muscles flexing with fresh wounds coating his skin due to your earlier actions of digging your nails in his back. It made you want to do it all over again, and that’s what caused your hands to slowly run over the marks. A visible shiver went up Luke’s back at the slight sting, but it felt good. The blood rushed straight to his dick at the thought of filling you up again, and he made a split decision in his head.

His head turned to the side just enough to see your face, noticing the same look you had when the two of you were in the bar. You wanted him to fill you up again. 

“Y/n,” he says lowly, sending shivers down your spin. 

“Hm?” You hum innocently, running your nails cautiously down his shoulders. 

He angles himself towards you further and bites his bottom lip in thought. “Do you want to-”

“Yes,” you’re quick to respond which has Luke drawing his head back to fully look at you.

“I didn’t even finish asking my ques-”

“I know, but the answer’s yes.”

He chuckles, “so, you’re saying yes to letting me fuck the absolute shit out of you against the shower wall right now?”

You nod in response, and Luke didn’t give it a second thought as he swiftly turned around, gripping the back of your thighs with his hands and lifting you up against the slippery wall. His lips met yours under the warm water that instantly flattens your hair, soaking you. He wastes no time to slide past your entrance, knowing neither of you had much energy to let it last as long as your first round did. 

“Luke,” you gasped against his lips, yours parting as he began moving in and out of you rhythmically. 

His hands have a grip on your hips that are sure to leave behind bruises, but neither of you cared as he continued to drive into you like he did earlier. 

“Fuck~ Keep saying my name,” he growled against your jaw before leaving kisses against it. You didn’t hesitate to let another cry of his name leave you, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to hoist yourself further up his waist, wrapping your legs around his waist so he didn’t have to hold you up as much. Luke used this new position to his advantage. He wrapped one arm around your waist to guide you down his length while his other arm was splayed against your back, fingers curled in your hair against your scalp, angling your head back so he could have better access to your neck that was already marked up. “You like that, huh?”

“Y-Yeah,” you struggled to get out, rolling your hips with every thrust to get closer to your third orgasm of the night. You sure were lucky.

“Gonna cum for me again?” 

His words sent another wave of pleasure through you as you nodded. “Ye- Oh, fuck,” you cursed, arching your back into him as he hit your g-spot. 

“Come on, baby, I know you’re already there,” he says gently, pressing a kiss to your neck. There goes that nickname again- the one that made you weak in the knees. 

By the change in his thrusts, you could tell he was already near his high as well. It didn’t take much considering how sensitive you were, and your legs were trembling on the outsides of his waist in no time, leaving you panting against him as he held you. 

After what seemed like forever, the two of you were able to actually shower before heading back to your room to go to bed. After all, you still had to go to work tomorrow. And maybe it would be different now considering the events of the night. 

Luke didn’t seem to have any issue with slinging his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. He breathed in deeply, appreciating the smell of your shampoo. 

“Goodnight, Y/n,” he murmurs against the pillow, feeling exhaustion take over.

You smiled to yourself, subconsciously drifting closer to him, “goodnight, Luke.”

[annoyingstupidmiracle]

“You can’t be in love with someone who is famous, twice your age and doesn’t even know you exist”

Well looks like someone’s not getting invited to the wedding.

[annoyingstupidmiracle]

This ^^^^^^

[annoyingstupidmiracle]

DO YOU REALLY HATE ME NEEDS A PART 2 PLEASSSEEEER

I’ll get right on that 😉

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Do you really hate me? l.r.h x reader

CONTAINTS SMUT... as usual

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Your wrist flicked in every which way, making marks upon the canvas with acrylic paint. It had been a long day at the studio, constantly catching up with customer requests of very specific paintings. Your schedule had been crammed and stressful, hardly even getting a day to yourself. Of course, there were other people in the studio that gave you a little taste of the outside world, but you missed your friends. 

“Staying late again, I see.” Your work friend, Milly, says to you while gathering her belongings.

You sighed while continuing to stroke the brush. “Yep.”

“A couple of us are going to the bar across the street around 9 if you’re wanting to join.” You nodded, continuing your work. “Well, Luke’s here if you need anything.” Subtly, you took your eyes off the canvas to shoot her a glance. A smirk was settled on her face, waiting for some sort of reaction. You didn’t like him. In fact, you despised Luke Hemmings. Everything he did pissed you off, especially in the studio. He worked in the realism department, and you in the surrealism department. They were so similar, yet so different.

“Don’t remind me.” You grumble, dipping the brush into your paint once more. Her giggle echoes through the empty, quiet studio as she walks off towards the exit. As soon as she leaves, you hear music from the opposite side of the building suddenly turn on. At first, you try to ignore it. There was nothing wrong with rock music, or even punk. But as soon as the sound reached maximum volume, you couldn’t help but grow annoyed. It completely disrupted your workspace. Tossing the brush into a cup nearby, you stomped across the long hall to the closed double doors and instantly pushed one open, not bothering to knock.

“Would you turn that shit dow- Oh my god!” You exclaim, holding a hand over your eyes as the other one gripped the door handle. 

“Oh, hey, Y/n.” Luke says nonchalantly, standing in front of a medium sized canvas. His clothes were discarded off to the side, and the painting he was working on only covered from the top of his waist to his mid-thigh. You could tell he was completely naked, as it wasn’t the first time you had walked in on him after hours. Luke was weird, to say the least. “You’d think to knock by now.”

“You’d think, by now, you’d keep your clothes on,” you retaliate, keeping your vision covered.

“I’m starting to think that you enjoy seeing me naked.” With a frustrated sigh, you uncovered your eyes and gave him a bored look.

“Will you please just turn your music down?” 

Luke rolled his eyes and strode over to the radio which caused your eyes to widen, cheeks reddening as well. His ass was on full display to your poor eyes. “Enjoy the-” Before he could finish his snarky comment, you exited the room and walked back to your workspace, closing the door behind you. The fresh image of his toned core stuck in your head. Luke was by far one of the most attractive people you’ve seen, but he was a pain in the ass. The first day you met him, there had been competition. He was there a year longer and ever since you got there, there were constant battles. You two would go back and forth expressing new ideas for the studio all together, and not to mention getting each other’s customers to sway either to realism or surrealism. He’d steal your clients and you’d steal his. That’s how it’s been for the past three years. But you were used to it. He was used to it. At this point, there was nothing new.

Finally getting behind your easel again, you finished up the piece and decided to call it a night. Your friends were going to the bar that night, and nothing was going to change your plans. Hanging up the messy apron, you changed your clothes in the bathroom to go out in and grabbed your things. After a few debatable thoughts, you stopped at Luke’s door and knocked this time. 

The door creaked open to reveal him in just a loose pair of joggers, but his feet and chest were bare. If you didn’t have cold feelings towards the guy, to say you wouldn’t pursue him would be a lie. A smug expression was pulled on his face as he stared you down. Clearing your throat, you began speaking, “I just wanted to say I was heading out for the night.”

“Are you sure? I thought you’d come by for some fun after what you saw earlier.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “In your dreams. I’ll see you tomorrow, Lucas.”

“Right, see you later, Y/n.”

*

The next morning, you had instantly regretted going out with your friends to the bar. A pounding headache and being late to work definitely weren’t the two things you had in mind for the day, but here you were stumbling into work with a coffee and a constant ache against your temples. Tossing your things off to the side of your studio room, you sat down in a stool and groaned. This definitely wasn’t the best way to get a promotion, and it for sure lowered your chances of being chosen by your boss to put your art in the famous gallery downtown.

As if matters couldn’t get any worse, Luke walked into the room which made you let out a deep breath to control your composure. “Bad night?”

“What do you want?” You snap, looking at him from the corner of your eye. In his hand, he held up a white container, the sound of pills clashing together being music to your ears.

“Thought this would help.” With a simple toss, the pill bottle was thrown to your grasp as you swiftly caught it in the air. Aspirin. Dumping a few out into your palm, you slid them into your mouth and downed them with coffee.

A smile made its way to your face as you looked at Luke, “thanks. I needed that.”

“Yeah, also, Pat wants to see you in her office.” As your smile faded, the boy left the room leaving you to go see what your boss needed. Hesitantly walking to her office, you knocked and immediately got told to open the door. Pat was in her chair, typing away at the laptop on her desk, glasses resting on her nose.

“Sit,” she demanded. You did as told, instantly plopping down in an armed chair. “I received some news from the board about some future projects they wanted to work on.”

Excitement raced through your veins as you straightened your posture. “Yeah?”

Pat’s eyes flicked up to meet yours. “We’re extending our abstract department and will need the extra space to do that so-”

Your shoulders slumped as you shook your head in confusion. “Wait, what? Abstract?”

“Yes.”

“Pat, I respect you, don’t get me wrong, but our abstract department sucks. Luke’s realism paintings are better than that.”

A wide smile crossed her face to which you returned it with a look of even more confusion. “It’s lovely that you brought that up, Y/n, because we were planning to combine the surrealism and realism departments. You and Luke would be working together in the same room. Can’t hurt to add a little spice to the competition, right?” Your face dropped in disappointment. Pat knew you and Luke didn’t get along, but she was determined to make everyone a better artist by adding competition in the mix. 

“Whose room are we taking?” You question, hoping to god it was yours. 

“I thought we could play a friendly game of rock, paper, scissors,” you heard from the doorway and turned to see the mischievous blonde leaning against it.

“Ha- Right.” When you realized no one else was laughing, you fell silent. 

“Best two out of three gets to keep their room. Other has to move.”

You shrugged, standing up with a balled fist, ready to start. “Game on.”

Pat watched the two of you with a look of amusement on her face. She had grown to adore your shenanigans every day, and instantly noticed a change in her first hired painter, Luke. He had worked with her at a past company, but once Pat developed her own business, Luke had instantly been hired on. Pat watched him grow and raised him to be a terrific painter. Upon hiring you, Luke’s entire motive of work changed, and his painting improved more than ever. Pat had decided you were the best competition he’s ever had, and the two of you together pulled in nearly a million dollars after selling your work. 

Luke smirked as he won the first round and frowned as soon as you beat him the next. You were teetering on the edge as your hands moved against one another, cursing as his rock pounded down on your makeshift scissors. “Fuck, you’re annoying.” You say, storming off to your studio room. You’d have to pack your things up knowing that it was already going to take a while.

With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed a box from the floor and stalked over to your paints. Nothing irked you more than not getting your way, especially when it came to painting. Especially when Luke was involved. He always made things hard for you, ever since you started. And it was all the more frustrating because you had actually liked him at first. 

He was sweet. Always complimented your work, and always had a welcoming smile. But as soon as Pat began showing you more attention, he began to make you look bad. He’d steal your clients and pull petty crap, so you did the same. And that’s how it’s been ever since.

A knock on the door made you turn your attention to it and instantly frown. “What do you want, Puke?”

Luke held a hand to his chest as his mouth hung open. “Ouch, that stung.” Your eyes narrowed at him, so he let out a breathy laugh. “Alright- I came to see if you needed help.”

Scoffing, you turned to continue packing your things. “No. Not from you anyways.”

“Don’t be like that,” he says, walking up behind you and placing some things in the box. Looking at what he placed in there, you grew annoyed and moved it. Unfortunately, Luke caught sight of this, and his eyes flicked up to meet your innocent looking ones. “Really?”

“What?”

“Did I not place it in the box correctly, Y/n?” The way he said your name caused your stomach to turn, but you ignored it and continued packing. “I asked you a question.” He says after a minute, clearly growing annoyed.

“I know,” you reply, simply because you knew he hated it. But he was already hoping for some sort of rise from you. Arguing with you was the best part of Luke’s day because seeing you so wired up made his blood pump faster. It gave him satisfaction knowing he could have such a great effect on you, not only that, but he thought you looked incredibly hot while lashing out at him.

Deciding to leave it, Luke leaned over to grab a few paints which included brushing up against you. The tingling sensation that crept up your spine sent you shying away from the tall broad. There was always some unknown tension between the two of you. Never being able to get along often made things tense as it was, but when neither was talking, there was more thinking to do. More time to dwell on the tension.

“That should be all of them, right?”

“Yeah, just grab the easels and help me take them to your studio.” You say, picking up the box and beginning to walk to the exit. After not hearing the shuffling of doing what you asked behind you, your head turned to the blonde. “Hello?”

“I didn’t hear the word please.”

“Oh, my fucking god- Will you please do what I asked?”

Luke faked a smile, “oh, anything for you. Thanks for saying please.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked your things to his part of the building and placed the box on the floor a good distance away from his. Luke entered a minute later and set up the easels before stalking back over to his workspace and clicked on the radio.

Hours went by of the two of you being in your own space, music playing in the background. It wasn’t half bad today; you didn’t want to rip your ears off this time. Your first painting of the day only needed finishing touches before being done, and you had decided to possibly go home afterwards. A knock on the door caused Luke to turn his music down while looking at the new presence in the room. Pat opened the door enough to poke her head in with a smile.

“I hope you two are working well together. I’m done for the night, everyone else was caught up with orders, so I let them off early. You two good to lock up after I leave?” Luke gave her an affirmative nod as you shrugged, continuing to paint.

“We’ll take care of it, enjoy your night, Pat.” Luke said as the woman ducked back out of the room. He turned the music back on and cranked up the volume more than before. It would have bothered you, since you like your peace and quiet, but you finished up the painting and stepped back with triumph.

“Finally.”

“You finished?” Luke asked. It surprised you slightly that he seemed interested, but you went along with it.

“Yeah, but I was thinking about starting a new one.”

“I wouldn’t, the later it gets, the more they’ll start to suck.” Your jaw slacked as you crossed your arms.

“And to think you were being nice. I wasn’t going to do a whole piece for a customer.” It was going to be one you could possibly take home to hang up on the wall. Perks of being a painter; you could make your own paintings. Duh.

Luke rolled his eyes, “so what new painting were you going to do?” Thinking quickly, you looked to the brush sunk in the blue paint next to you and grabbed it. Flinging your wrist towards the blonde, you watched as paint splattered against his face, nearly going into his mouth. His eyes squeezed closed while feeling the cold substance hit him as he tensed up.

A bubbly laugh erupted from Luke’s throat as he stalked up to you quickly, rubbing the paint off his lower lip. In a swift movement, he swiped your cheek with the color as your jaw dropped. A matter of seconds went by before both your hands were flying into any paint, they could to smear it on the other. Luke grabbed the cup of purple paint you had been heavily keen on using lately and thrusted it at you, watching as the color drenched your clothes. In an instant, you grabbed the paper plate you had been mixing color on and pressed it to his face. As soon as you removed the plate from his face, your eyes met his and for a second it looked like his moved to your lips. You couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh out of the awkward moment.

“That’s what you get,” you say, backing away from Luke who clearly looked annoyed.

His hand reached out to grab your wrist, forcing you close to him. “What are we doing?” He suddenly asked causing you to go quiet. His breath ghosted along your face as you had been far closer than you had thought.

“You mean how we don’t get along? I hate you remember?” You tried to sound confident, but with the closing tension in the room, your voice was small. Your eyes stared at his lips as they twitched, ready to speak.

“Do you really hate me?” He was right; you really didn’t hate the guy. If you had personally known Luke on another level outside of work, he’d have a fighting chance with you. So, what’s the harm in figuring it out now? “I don’t know about you, but the tension could be cut with a knife and-” You couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking, you grabbed the sides of Luke’s face and smashed your lips against his. Of course, there was paint mixing between you two, but you didn’t care. His hands press into the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. And in that moment, you were glad you went with your instinct of kissing him. There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t wonder what it would be like to not hate Luke, but to… love him instead. Maybe he’d go easier on you if he were laid occasionally. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt to check, right?

 Your arms snaked around his neck as his hands set to the backs of your thighs, lifting you off the ground. His footing became unbalanced as he slipped on some paint, but your back became flush with a supply table that was full of fresh paint as he fit between your legs, hands on either side of your head. As the table rumbled beneath your body, it became known to you how real this moment was, and you suddenly stopped.

 “Holy shit,” you breathed out, pushing your hair back that was soaked with paint. A laugh escaped your lips as you glanced around, seeing the mess the two of you were making. Luke’s eyes were doing the same as yours, wandering. A smirk made its way to his face as soon as he met your gaze again. In that moment, you knew you couldn’t stop there. Forgetting all about hating the guy, your hormones urged you to pull him back in. So that’s just what you did. Hooking your fingers in the collar of his shirt, you yanked him forward and allowed for your lips to meet again. This time, no further thoughts of stopping. If Luke wanted in your pants, now was the time to do it. His lips went to your neck where there wasn’t as much paint and sucked and bit at the skin causing it to be sensitive. A moan left your lips at the feeling, almost surprising yourself. One of Luke’s large hands found your side, feeling how perfect you felt in his grasp. He mumbled something against your skin before popping up to see your face.

 “Do you ever want to fuck on a canvas and hang it up knowing no one else will know?” He asked, after a small moment in thought.

 You furrowed your eyebrows before your eyes darted to the big canvas you had leaning against the shelf, and suddenly… the idea was very appealing and spontaneous. “Doesn’t hurt to try, right?” Pushing himself away from you, Luke turns around and instantly spots your canvas and goes to place it on the ground. A proud smile illuminates on his face causing you to laugh. “You’ve thought about this before, I’m guessing.”

 “Oh, Y/n… You have no idea.” Watching you hop down from the table, his eyes trail down your figure. “When you look like this every day, who wouldn’t think of it once or twice?”

 Looking down at yourself, you rose an eyebrow in confusion. “I’m literally just wearing a big t-shirt. I promise I have shorts underneath.” It wasn’t often that you wore only an oversized tee with some shorts. You often went barefoot around the studio as well, but feeling free as far as clothing goes, it helped you paint better.

 “Yeah, and it leaves so little to the imagination.” He adds, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

 Your eyes catch this, and your stomach goes crazy with butterflies. “Well walking around naked leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.”

 “And how’s that working out for ya?” He questions smugly before lifting his shirt and tossing it off to the side. You allowed your eyes to travel down his chest to his waistline, the top of his boxers peeking out from the fabric.

 Swallowing harshly, you realized how sexually frustrated you’ve been for the past three years. You had also realized how hot Luke really was. “Not too well, I’m afraid.” You admit, stalking over to him and begin to lift the shirt from your body, exposing the shorts underneath.

 “Fuck,” Luke breathed out. “Come here.” His hands reached out for you as you leaned into him, allowing him to take the shirt off you himself. Luke’s eyes raked your body like it was art, like he was astonished, or in awe of how you looked. A blush crept on your cheeks as you began to look away from him to distract yourself of any insecurities that headed your way. Spotting your paints, you grabbed a few colors and looked at Luke expectantly. “The fuck are we gonna do with yellow?”

 A smirk crept on your face as you shrugged innocently. “I could tell you what we’re gonna do with yellow.” Popping open the container, you poured some out on your palm and looked back at Luke as he stood there with his lips parted. “Or would you rather me show you instead?” Without another thought, Luke picked you up as you squealed in surprise. Your back met with the odd texture of the canvas as the blonde hovered over you. He almost looked like he didn’t know where to start; like this was what he’s been dreaming of for so long. And maybe… it was.

 He reached around you to find your bra strap and unclipped it, pulling the garment from your body. A smile reached his face as he grabbed your wrist of the hand with the yellow paint. “I’ll show you what we’re doing with yellow.” Swiping his hands in the paint, he rubbed them together before his palms found their home against your breasts, squeezing them in the process. His lips found yours again as he finally leaned down to kiss you again, your hands going to his bare back to rub some paint into his skin. Luke ground his hips against yours and you moaned in pleasure, bucking your hips to meet his as he did it again. His right hand left your chest as he let it trail down your body to the shorts you had been wearing. Hooking his fingers inside of them, they were soon pulled down your legs and he realized you hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

 Your face flushed with red as his hand gripped your hip tightly, nails digging into your skin. Luke slowed the kissing to take your bottom lips between his, sucking harshly as he pulled away. Giving you a knowing look, he glanced down between your bodies. “I don’t like wearing underwear, what’s the problem?”

 “Nothing at all, it’s perfect.” Scooting down the canvas, his lips met with the skin of your sternum, making their way lower and lower. Anxiety flooded through your veins as your beathing became staggered. Although you had plenty of experience, no one had really spent their time on you. Luke’s hand came up next to your head, grabbing the red paint. “Give me your hands. I want to see how good I’m about to make you feel.” Your heart raced as you held out your hands to him, watching as he drowned your skin in the color before tossing it to the side. A few drops sprinkled your torso, and the blonde simply rubbed it in, but you were sure it was just to feel you more. Your eyes bored into his as your teeth chewed at your lip. Luke pushed your thighs apart as he dove in between them, his tongue licking up your folds which left you arching your back against the canvas. Red hands slapping against the texture, your head lulled back. You could feel Luke smirk against your core as he worked your bundle of nerves, loving the way your legs shook like you had been touch deprived.

 “Fuck, I hate that you’re so good at this,” you managed to get out, jerking up as he hit the right spot. Your climax was close, you could feel it lurking up on you.

 “Who’s good at this?” The man asked. The audacity he had irked you, but at this moment, you couldn’t care less.

 “Luke,” you moaned out, a hand finding his shoulder as your orgasm approached quickly. As if he knew, he pulled his mouth away from you, breathless. “What the fuck?”

 A laugh escaped his lips as he began peeling away at his final layer of clothing, but you couldn’t help but get excited. Sitting up from the canvas, you decided to splatter some paint against the white before laying back down, awaiting his presence. “I might’ve been good at going down on you, but I’m great at-“ Without letting another word leave his lips, you wrapped your legs around him and yanked him down against you, laughing as he slipped against the wet paint.

 “I bet you’d be great at fucking me if you kept your mouth shut, yeah?”

 Your words only excited Luke as he finally slipped out of his pants, kicking them off. “God, you’re so nice.” Giggling, you silenced him with a quick kiss, feeling his hard member pressing against the inside of your thigh. Spreading your legs, you felt Luke position himself at your entrance before pushing himself in agonizingly slow. He wrapped an arm securely around your back, holding you close to him as he watched your face twist with pleasure. Pulling almost all the way out, he allowed for a second to pass before gliding back in all the way, grinding his hips into yours. That alone almost caused you to come undone, but you held out. Luke’s free hand reached around your leg to palm your ass as he thrusted in you once more. And that’s when you decided you had enough teasing.

 “Oh, for fucks sake, Luke, please go faster, harder, I don’t care just fuck me senseless.”

 “Can I get that on paper?” He teases, lifting himself from you and grabbing at your waist, feeling it out for a second. In the past three years he never thought to have you beneath him, naked. Did he think about it more often than he should’ve? Yes, yes, he did. His thumbs found their home in the divot of your hips, watching as he guided himself out of you slowly and how good it looked; felt. A whiny moan escaped your lips as you stared at his actions, wondering what was going on in his head.

 “Please,” you begged once more.

 It didn’t take much for Luke to cut the crap before he finally thrusted inside of you harder than before. In all truth, he wanted to make this moment last as long as possible before you went back to hating him again. It could be your only good day together. Deciding to say fuck it, he fell to your level and pressed his lips against yours. Fortunately for him, you had the same thing racing through your head. You wanted this to last as long as possible. Luke leaned to one side, holding one of your legs open as he deep stroked inside of you, leaving your chest heaving. Leaning up on your elbows, you attempted to switch the position in a way to get a better angle with him. Luke seemed to understand your movements and pulled away for you to get situated. Pushing him back, he was left sitting against the wet paint of the canvas causing you to let out a giggle before straddling him. His arms snaked around your waist to guide you back down to him. A deep groan bubbled from his throat as his face buried into your neck, forgetting all about the different colors of paint that decorated his cheeks. Your arm hooked around his back as your legs wrapped around him, resting on the canvas and you swiveled your hips against his. Luke caught on and relaxed into the new position, propping himself up with his hands against the canvas, pushing himself up to meet with your hips. You pulled him in close, pressing your lips to his as the pace slowed down. Your body shook slightly with the movements you made, so Luke put it upon himself to wrap his arms back around you to guide you to your orgasm, thrusting his hips up with yours. Speeding up, a knot formed in your stomach as you rode him faster, digging your nails into his back as your climax finally began unraveling. A pornographic moan left your lips as a spur of curses echoed throughout the room from him, signaling he had come as well.

  Falling against him tiredly, you rested your head against his shoulder while trying to regain your breath. Sweat coated the two of you heavily, making some of the paint on your faces to wear off. Luke released his arms from around you, pushing your hips forward to see your face. It was red as he had expected it to be, but he couldn’t think of anything better to look at. The fresh afterglow of sex radiated off you, and he wanted to be able to see it all the time. A breathy laugh escaped his lips as he tucked your hair behind your ear. Your eyes met his, and realization set in on what just happened. Slowly crawling off him, you made sure not to mess up the paint, and helped him to his feet as well. Though you both were still naked, the two of you stood over the canvas, cocking your heads to the side to admire the work you created.

 Crossing your arms, you grinned proudly. “How’s that for abstract art?”

 Luke cackled at your statement. “Should we present it to Pat?” Your eyes met his and mischief was the only thing evident in them.

 “I think that’s a great idea.” You say, combing your fingers through your hair. “Do you have any greater ideas? Maybe one about how the hell we’re going to get this paint off?”

 Luke smiled, walking over to a large duffle bag on the other side of the room. He pulled out some old overalls and tossed them to you. “It’ll have to do until you can get to a shower, but for now that’s all I have.” Taking him up on his offer, you pulled on the article of clothing.

 “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask, already knowing his answer. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t want to part from him, or that you wanted to stay longer. Luke nodded as he clipped on his overalls.

 “Definitely.” Figuring that was the end of it, you gathered your belongings in a plastic bag and made your way to the door, thinking to clean up tomorrow. Before you could grab the handle, your wrist was caught from behind you. “Wait, are you on birth control?”

 You were disappointed in his words but looked at him with amusement anyways. “Yes, Luke. I’m on the pill.” Gently tugging your wrist, you tried to get it out of his grasp, but he only pulled you closer as his lips met with yours for one last lingering kiss. A sigh left you as you kissed him back.

 “I just wanted to do that again,” he says quietly, pushing his forehead against yours. With a quick roll of your eyes, you left the studio with a satisfied grin and paint covered. But the only thing on your mind was the next time you and Luke would be making new pieces together.

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This was so fucking good omg😭😭 also, listen to a playlist called “P.S. I never told you but I was falling in love” while listening to this bc I didn’t realize I had it on until I almost cried in the middle of reading lmao

like friends, like lovers (l.h)

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 19.9k

involves: bestfriend!luke, college!au, unrequited love (perhaps), jealousy, toxic friendship, language, insecurities, emotional cheating (not involving the reader), mentions of drinking, mentions of violence, unprotected sex, slight possessiveness, slight breeding kink, praise, luke is just clueless 

summary: luke hemmings had been your friend since childhood. it would have been perfect if you hadn’t fallen in love with him. because then you wouldn’t have had to live with knowing the love of your life did not feel the same way. but when you try to do what’s best for both of you, it leads you to realize you didn’t know him as well as you thought. that he didn’t know himself as well as he thought, either.

❀

You couldn’t remember when you’d fallen in love with Luke Hemmings. 

It might have been high school, when, despite his popularity, he always made sure you were never more than an arms length away, often with you wrapped under his arm. Inviting you to all the parties that many times people solely invited him to. But he made it quite clear that without you, he would not be attending. Running up to you first from the field whenever his team won the game, picking you up and spinning you despite your squeals of protest. Walking you to and from each class, not caring that he’d have to run to get to his own class in order to not be late. Giving you that charming smile with twinkling eyes that had the rest of the student body falling at his feet. But that still somehow felt special for you, his special girl, like he always called you. 

But it also might have been middle school. When you both shared your first kisses on the eve of entering high school because you were curious and nervous about it being with anyone else. Because there was no one you trusted and felt more comfortable with than your best friend. 

It may even have been elementary school when he held your hand as you two walked back home from school, not caring about catching a girl’s cooties. When he stood up against playground bullies for you, puffing out his chest to seem a little more scary to the older boys as he stood between you and them. Declaring that you were his best friend and they’d have to go through him first. He was your protector from that moment on. 

It was definitely before college. Because you already felt that warmth and longing each time you were in his presence by the time you both arrived to university. You’d chosen the same one and it felt natural that you would spend this new portion of life together, like you always had. You had been ecstatic when he told you he was going to go to the same university you had chosen only a month beforehand. And judging by his excited grin and tight hold on you when you hugged, he was equally as relieved that you wouldn’t be separated. It felt strange, wrong even, to think of being away from each other, not having the comfort and strength that you’ve only ever been able to find in each other.

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Fight Like a Girl-l.r.h

This is a chapter from my own fanfiction on Wattpad. The title is the name of the fanfic, and yes, it contains smut. I just figured to test the waters on tumblr to see if anyone would be willing to check it out. Thank you!

Summary: Aaliyah Giovanni Valentino was one of the best female boxers in The Bronx of New York City. She came from the bloodline of people who always thought violence was the answer. Little did she know that she would quite literally meet her match.

"So, is this like a regular thing now?" Emilia asked while eyeing the blonde at the end of the table. Aaliyah rolled her eyes before piling food into her mouth and chewing aggressively.

"Dad likes him, so what?"

"Yeah- and dad doesn't like anyone. Aaliyah, this could be great-"

"Don't even bring up dating, god, that's like the worst thing ever."

"Okay, I know Brody ruined things, but Luke seems great." Ali could only roll her eyes once more before getting up to wash her plate off.

"So, Aaliyah, Luke tells me you have your first fight at his arena, is that right?" Giovanni asked his daughter proudly.

Ali nodded, a smile on her face as she went and stood behind Luke's chair. "Yeah, Luke's been training me."

Her father looked to the tall man across from him with a look of approval, "that's great! Finally someone experienced."

"Hey! Calum's not bad-"

"Yes he is." Luke argued causing Giovanni to cackle.

"Got that right. I love the kid, but damn." Her father and Luke continued to talk until something struck her interest.

"Yeah, I have a match tomorrow night, you all should come. I'd love for you to."

"Wait- you're boxing tomorrow? I've never seen you fight," Ali says while inching closer to the male.

"Better get used to it then."

-

Calum, Michael, and Ashton were all shoving each other around while laughing as they walked towards the ring. Luke had been in the locker room for a while in order to ready himself. Aaliyah's family found a way to attend his boxing match, and to their surprise, Luke had already saved them free tickets which only made Giovanni like the guy even more. Ali's eyes peered around the crowd before landing on curly blonde hair pulled back into a bun. Quickly, she walked over to where he was, talking to Griffin with his eyebrows crossed with focus.

Griffin's eyes averted to her approaching figure before he excused himself. Luke turned around to face her and his expression changed to one of relief. "You're here."

"Wouldn't miss it. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, this guy is just really hard to beat. I've boxed him before," he says while eyeing the other side of the arena. There stood a tanned, middle-aged male who stood a few inches shorter than Luke, but had more defined muscles and a broader frame.

"Wow."

"Exactly. I'm just- I don't know, these kinds of fights just make me nervous." The girl nodded in understanding before he pointed a finger in her face. "And don't think about telling anyone that. I'm never nervous. The guys just get weird about it."

"I won't, I promise." As if on queue, dumb, dumber, and dumbest walked up to the two loud as can be.

"You ready, mate?" Mikey asked his boxer while holding a clipboard in his hand. Luke nodded firmly while glancing at the female standing next to him. She gave him a reassuring smile as the boys attempted to rile up their friend.

"You need motivation. Uh.. Shit, how do we motivate him guys?" Calum asked while peering around his friend group. His eyes landed on the girl and he instantly lit up. Her heart pounded in her chest anxiously waiting for him to speak up. The brunette leaned over and whispered something to Ashton who then began grinning like an idiot.

"If Luke wins, you have to go on a date with him." Ashton blurts out as Calum nods in agreement.

"What?" The two victims question simultaneously.

"He likes you, and you like him, so-"

"How would you know?" Ali asked in annoyance as Calum gave her a look.

"Yeah," Luke added.

"If it's not obvious." Silence surrounded the group before Aaliyah finally gave into a desperate looking Luke Hemmings.

"Fine. If he-"

"Tell him, not us." Ashton interrupts. Ali sighed before turning to the tall blonde.

"If you win, I'll go on a date with you."

"Really?" Luke asked as his head tilted to the side. Aaliyah nodded. He went to open his mouth to speak again, but Mikey cut him off.

"Don't even ask anymore questions, you got what you wanted from day one, remember?"

Once the fight started, Ali nearly lost her hearing. The crowd was booming. Mikey had his talk with Luke before it started and then he was down with his friends again. Luke was staring down his opponent, Myles, as if he'd kill him in seconds. Myles had that signature smug look plastered upon his face that his fans loved. The bell rang and the two began circling the center of the ring. Within seconds, Myles had already landed a punch to Luke's face drawing blood from the skin by his eyebrow.

"You think he'll be alright?" Ashton asked Mikey. He only shrugged as his eyes stayed glued to the match in front of him.

"Your boy's pretty tough," Ali's brother, Vince, said in her ear as her cheeks grew red.

"I know." Although she didn't deny her brother's sly comment, she liked the sound of it and that bothered her. She was taken out of her thoughts by the bell ringing signaling that the round was over. Glancing up at the ring, Ali noticed blood on Luke's face and a busted lip. He didn't look like he was doing well at all. Myles was for sure winning. Her heart beat fast in her chest as she squirmed through the crowd to get to the injured man in the ring. Mikey followed her and instantly sat a stool up for Luke to plop down in. Aaliyah quickly slipped under the ropes and appeared in front of Luke. His eyes lit up at the sight of her.

"What're you doing up here?"

"Luke, if you're not feeling it, you don't have to finish this fight." She said to him as Mikey handed her a wet rag. Aaliyah wiped the mixture of blood and sweat from his face while Michael used cotton swabs to clean the cuts in his eyebrows.

Luke smiled weakly at her, "I'm fine."

"You're not, please be smart about this. He's hard to beat."

"Promise me that if I get hurt, you'll take care of me." He asked, quoting the night of her birthday when they ran back to her place in the pouring rain.

Ali sighs, "Luke-"

"Promise me." He begs as the ref comes over to tell them they only had ten seconds left.

Aaliyah lets out a frustrated breath while taking the rag away from his face, "I promise."

That gave him enough motivation to shake the jitters from his body and stand up to walk towards the center of the ring. Aaliyah stood back outside of the ring watching as the two boxers tapped gloves before the bell rang. Once it did, Luke took this as his chance to plant a harsh punch to the right side of his jaw, then once Myles was off balance, he got him in the sciatic nerve over and over again. They were in one another's space for so long that the ref blew the whistle for them to separate to give his opponent a few moments to recoup. Luke stretched his neck and loosened up a bit. He's boxed Myles before and beat him, it just took some motivation.

Aaliyah watched hoping that he was doing the right thing. He's doing better than he did in the first round, all it takes is a knock out to end the fight right here. Luke took a weak jab to the ribs before he followed through with a punch that he hadn't had it in him to throw. It landed dead center of Myles face which landed him backwards in the ring. Ali stood on her tip toes to observe the limp man on the mat. The ref held up Luke's arm as everyone around them cheered with victory. Without hesitation, the blonde jumped down to stand in front of the Italian girl who was anxiously biting her nails. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her mouth.

"That's a bad habit."

"Well, fuck- you made me nervous," she stated following with a long breath of relief.

"And you owe me a date."

Aaliyah rolled her eyes while attempting to hold back her smile, "yeah. I do. But after I take care of you."

"Huh?"

"You said to promise if you got hurt that I'd be the one to take care of you- so I'm living up to that promise."

-

"Would you stop moving? I'm trying to clean your cut."

"Okay, but you act like it doesn't hurt."

"You two bicker like a married couple." Calum says with a laugh. Both Luke and Ali look back at Cal with glares. Neither one of them were the type to casually date people, let alone even think about marriage.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Ali questions sassily. She turned back towards Luke and began to clean the excess blood around his wounds.

"Nope, just busy watching my favorite couple-to-be."

"We're not-"

"Calum, excuse yourself out of the room." Luke said while running a hand down his face. Cal put his hands up in defense before exiting. "So, when are you feeling that date?" He asked, wincing as the cleaner sunk into his cut.

"You really want to go on a date with me don't you?" Ali asked while finishing up taking care of the injured male.

"I mean I'm pretty persistent if you haven't noticed."

"Pick and date and time, then we'll go from there."

"Tomorrow night, 7 o'clock."

"Deal."

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L.A. Confidential Part 2-l.r.h

CONTAINS SMUT!

Word Count: 1734

I hope you guys enjoy Part 2!

You angled your camera in order to get a better shot of the boys as they absolutely killed their show for the night. They had a gig at some big theater in southern California, and it was sold out. Luke had begged you to come to the show, and you couldn’t ever say no to him. It had been nearly two weeks since the last late night rendezvous between you and Luke, and the tension was almost unbearable. 

Chloe had been up his ass lately, and you’re assuming it was because of the recent article posted about her and a up and coming rapper who was starting to make it big. His publicity was skyrocketing since he had his first number one hit, and hanging out with a new possible love interest was a new spike in attention. You were one of the first to know about it considering you worked in the media most of the time. You had first hand ties with publishers who would often use your pictures for their articles.

His girlfriend was backstage watching from their dressing room instead of out in the crowd as she should be. You cheered as they finished the song ‘Valentine,’ and Luke ended it with beautiful vocals. His sparkling blue eyes searched the front row and finally found you, relief filling his nerves. The lights went dim in the building, and you put it upon yourself to find your way to the backstage door. Once finding the door handle, you let yourself in and saw Chloe sitting on the couch texting on her phone. Probably talking to her new boyfriend. Instead of paying attention to her, you looked over at the guys and grinned. 

“You guys did awesome!”

“Did you get any good pictures of me? I need to set them up on my tinder.” Calum said while reaching out towards your camera. You tugged it away from him and giggled. 

“Fuck off, both you and your tinder.” That comment caused the other three to laugh before walking towards you. 

“You see the article?” Ashton mumbled in your ear before glancing at Luke. You nodded discreetly and narrowed your eyes towards the blonde still sitting on her phone. 

“Do you believe them?”

“Do you?” He questions back. Well that wasn’t very promising.

“So, how about that afterparty?” Calum buts in. Mikey shrugs his shoulder and looks to Luke.

“I’m down, are you down?” Luke shook his head yes, but not before he took his last glance at Chloe.

“Yeah, for sure.” 

At this, Chloe’s head perks up. “Who said anything about an afterparty? We had that party at my friend’s house tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, not able to bear the sound of her voice. “Chlo, this is my band. I’d pick the afterparty over hers any day.” Chloe sighed at his reply before getting up off the couch and stalked over to him. Her arms rested over his shoulders while staring into his eyes. 

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says while she leans forward, her lips puckered to kiss his lips. Instead, Luke turns his head to the side causing her lips to peck his cheek. “Alright, you guys ready?” He asked, looking to you.

You nodded. “Of course.”

*

Bodies touched everywhere you looked, it was hot and sweaty in the club. You couldn’t find anybody that you knew anywhere. Your breath caught in your throat as you frantically searched through groups of people in hopes that you’d find one of the boys. Panic sets in once you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Quickly turning around, you notice it’s a random guy. Backing away from him, your back hits a hard body. Their arms reach out to yours to turn you around, and relief automatically rushed through you. Luke stood there with a look that could kill, staring right at the man who touched you. The man raised his hands up in defense before walking away. Luke brought you under his arm and walked towards the exit.

“We’re leaving?” You asked. He stopped before he opened the door. “It’s only been forty-five minutes.”

Guiding you outside, there was a taxi that waited for you to crawl in. Bending down to your ear, he mumbled, “I need to get you alone.” And that was all it took to get you in the back of the taxi as it drove through the city towards his hotel on the outskirts of it all. His hand rested on your inner thigh, gently caressing his fingers along the available skin showing due to the short length of your dress. The city lights cascaded through the window, dimly lighting the features on his face. It almost looked like he wanted to cry, and Luke never cried. 

Naturally, your hand reached up to cup his cheek in your hand, turning his head to look at you. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head, waiting on the taxi to slow to a stop in front of his hotel. His hand reached out to grab yours and dragged you to the elevator inside the building. “Lu-”

“You knew about the articles? And the photos?” He asked as soon as you were alone in the elevator. You stared silently at the floor. “(Y/n).”

“Yes.” You said quietly. Without a warning, he paused the elevator from going any farther by pressing the red button. Leaning against the wall, he ran his hands through his hair and tugged at the ends. A bitter laugh falling from his lips. 

“I can’t fucking believe this,” he says, thoughts corralling his brain. “I can’t believe you.”

“Me?” You question with shock. “Why should I tell you anything if all you’re going to do is stay with her?!” Your voice became louder than it has before, surprising him. 

“(Y/n)-”

“No, don’t. I-I do everything for you! But management always comes first, you know, when are you gonna get rid of that piece of shit publicist you got yourself, huh? That’s who’s making your life a living-” Before you could finish, his hands grabbed the sides of your face and pressed his lips to yours. Your first reaction should’ve been to push him away, but you deepened the kiss anyways. He swiftly pushed you against the other side of the elevator, the cold wall sending shivers up your spine. 

“Luke..” You mumbled next to his cheek as his lips traveled down your neck, gently nipping at your skin. “W-We can’t-”

“I just need you right now.” He begged, his voice strangled from the emotions he was feeling earlier. Giving in, you reached down to undo his belt buckle and unbuttoned his suit pants. His hand went down and helped you by sliding his pants down just enough to reveal his boxers. Once he did that, your dress was then hiked up around your waist and panties were pushed to the side.

His hand reached behind your right thigh and tugged it up so that he could keep the crease of your knee in the crease of his arm. You stared between the two of you as he pulled his member out of his boxers and lined up with your entrance. After a few agonizing seconds, he finally entered you, pressing your body further against the wall. A whimper escaped your lips at the feel of him inside you, but a hand slapped over your mouth. 

“People can hear you outside the elevator, doll.” You nodded, attempting to stay quiet as he reached down to grab your other leg, hoisting you up against the wall. He slammed into you constantly, skin slapping against your own. It was hard to stay quiet when all you wanted to do was scream out with pleasure. “Trust me, once I get you in the hotel room, you can scream all you want.”

“Oh god, I-” You reached forward, pulling his face to yours in a heated kiss in order to muffle the sounds of pleasure emitting from you as you came around him. Luke chuckled against your lips, him coming shortly after. 

He gently placed your feet back on the ground, steadying your wobbly form. You yanked your dress back down your legs. Luke buckled his pants back up and smoothed out his shirt and looked at you. Noticing stray hairs sticking out, he placed them back behind your ears and admired how your lips slowly tilted up in a smile as he did so. Leaning over, he pressed the button again and waited for the door to open back up to go to the hotel room.

*

Your naked forms laid tangled in the sheets nearing three in the morning, both huffing from the acts of just moments ago. Not only did you do it in the elevator, but you went back to the room and did it not once, not twice, but three more times before calling it quits for the night. Your head rested on his bare chest as is heaved up and down, your finger tracing lines along his stomach. Your leg was draped over his as you laid there, attempting not to fall asleep.

A buzz from a phone laying on the bedside table broke you two from your haze. Luke reached over and grabbed the phone that was lit up, which happened to be his. A low groan escaped his lips and he scrolled through the few texts he received from no one other than Chloe herself. Apparently, he had sent her a message about the articles he saw earlier that night and she was trying to apologize for them. No excuses were made about why the media made these assumptions, but she was sorry for them. He held down the power button and completely shut down his device and tossed it back on the table. 

“I can’t keep doing this, Lu.” You whispered, almost inaudible. A frown was placed on your face as you said those words. Your feelings for the Aussie had grown dramatically, and the fact that you couldn’t do anything more about it was only hurting you.

He sighed, wrapping an arm around your figure and bringing you closer to his. “I know.”

“Doesn’t it hurt you? That she treats you like this?”

He nodded. “I’m waiting on my publicist to say something. His contract is over in a week, after that, I make my own decisions.”

You leaned up, matching the height of his face with yours. “Good.”

“Then I’ll be all yours.”

You smiled to yourself before kissing his lips gently. “All mine.”

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Frat Boy- l.r.h.

CONTAINS SMUT...OBVIOUSLYY

Word Count: 2813

I hope y’all enjoy ;) Lmk what you think, and I DO accept requests!!!

I sighed while thumbing through the stack of papers on the desk that were waiting to be completed. I was currently working on physics- my worst subject. As soon as I began to work, a crowd of voices entered the room. Turning around, I encountered my sorority sisters who were all laughing. Yeah, I’m a sorority girl. We’re all apart of Alpha Phi, the hot girls who did well in their classes, but didn’t choose the big majors, and we partied... a lot. Which is exactly why I’m having trouble with my subjects, because I had gone to class hungover from the Frat party we went to last week. 

“I heard there’s a Frat party tonight.” One of the girls, Leah, said to the group. I instantly stopped writing and listened in on the conversation.

“Yeah, isn’t it at Alpha Delta?” Another girl asked. My heart instantly dropped. There had been one of the frat boys that shared nearly every class with me, which was another reason I hadn’t been able to get all of my work done. He was the most attractive person I had ever seen, and I couldn’t concentrate around him. 

Checking the time, I silently cursed to myself. My last class of the day started in nearly 15 minutes, which also happens to be one of the classes I share with the Adonis. I shoved my earbuds in my ears and gathered my textbooks before exiting the house. I hurried across campus to the correct building, just when the door swung open, knocking me back and causing the books to drop from my arms to the ground. Stumbling, I tore the earbuds from my ears and went to yell at the person who was in such a hurry to leave the building but came up speechless as my eyes met the blue ones of the special frat boy, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. 

“(y/n)?” He spoke causing my mouth to run dry. My heartbeat harshly in my chest as I stared at him. 

“H-How do you know my name?” I asked finally after moments of silence.

“We have pretty much every class together, you know?” I nodded, still allowing my eyes to bore into his. “And I see you at all the parties.”

“Yeah, my sorority sisters make me go.”

“Ah, not a partier then?”

I shrug. “Depends on my mood, I guess.” He smiles at my response before crouching down to gather my textbooks. 

“Well, then I hope I can put you in the mood to come to my frat’s party tonight?”

“We’ll see,” I say with a smirk, finally gaining my confidence back.

“We will.” He replies, smiling back at me. He stood back up and extended his arms that held my books in them. I pulled them into my chest and watched as he opened the door for me to enter. I decided to sit myself in the middle row so I didn’t drag too much attention to myself, but just enough so that the professor will think I’m listening enough to not call on me. 

The door of the classroom opened again, and a loud laugh followed. There, entering the building was Calum Hood. Another frat boy, who was also part of the same frat as the pretty blonde boy across the room. They walked up to one another, joking around and shoving one another in the isle of seats. I was pushed out of my daze by a hand squeezing my upper arm. 

“See something you like- or should I say someone?” I turned around and met the mischievous eyes of Ashton Irwin, my sorority sister Leah’s, boyfriend. 

“Shut the hell up.” I grumbled. 

“I hear his frat is having a party tonight.”

I nod, gulping at the thought. “Yeah, they are. What’s it to you?”

“Leah told me. She also told me that you have the hots for-” Before he could say anything further, I cupped a hand over his mouth.

“I swear, if you ruin this-” I was cut off by him licking the palm of my hand causing me to move it away from him. “You’re disgusting.”

“Not as disgusting as the sex you’re-”

“What about sex?” A perky voice questioned while plopping in the seat beside me. I groaned, turning to who I already knew was Michael. 

“You guys are going to ruin this for me.”

“Ruin what exactly?” Mikey asked. Ashton nodded his head over at the blonde who was talking to Calum. 

“Miss (y/n) has a crush on our boy Luke.” I let my head fall into my hands and sighed. 

“I don’t have a crush on him. I just- think he’d look good like... I don’t know. In my bed?”

Mikey laughed. “And your car, and in the shower-” 

“Okay, okay. Can you guys please stop giving me shit?” I begged.

“Alright, students!” A loud voice boomed through the room. We all stopped our conversations and faced the professor. “Today, we’re learning about the reproductive system!” Ah, right, anatomy. Of course, it had to be today that we learned how the penis ejaculates.

*

I ran my fingers through my now curled (h/c) hair as I stared at my makeup that Leah had done for me. She sat back with her arms crossed and a smirk spread across her face. “Well, don’t you look hotter than before.”

I laughed, “thanks. I’m fucking nervous.”

“Babe, Luke won’t be able to control himself. You know how he is.” I sighed. Yeah, Luke was the type to get around on campus. That’s why I hated myself for having growing feelings for the guy. I usually avoided going to the same parties as him, but I couldn’t avoid the sexual tension for long. I used to tutor him, our sophomore year, it took everything in me not to drop on my knees. He had me weak every time I saw him. Everyone could see it, hell, I think he could too. 

“You really think so?”

“Have you not heard the things he’s said about you?” I shook my head. “Well, maybe if you didn’t have your earbuds in your ears all the damn time, you’d know.”

I blushed at her words and stood up, finally ready. I had fishnet tights over my legs along with a tight black dress that stopped barely midthigh. Platform heels decorated my feet and strapped up my ankles. Along with it all, I decided against any sort of undergarments in hopes that I’d get lucky with a specific hot blonde. 

“Alright, I’m ready.” Leah grinned and dragged me out the door. We walked for a few minutes along the sidewalk in the cool October air until we finally met with the huge fraternity. They had a huge sheet with spray painted Greek lettering on it in order to stick out to everyone attending the party. The sun had already set and people were walking up the path to the double doors of the house. Ashton was waiting, leaning against one of the pillars of the house while chatting with Michael and Calum. I gulped, squeezing the arm of Leah who gave me a reassuring look.

“You’ll be fine, just go in and take a few shots.” I nodded and followed her up to the boys.

“Ah, you actually came!” Calum cheered while staring at me.

“Me?” I asked.

“Yeah, Luke said he invited you.” He said with a grin. “You look good, by the way.” And with that, he walked inside. Leah looked over at me and smirked.

“I told you they think you’re hot.” She says while elbowing my side. I giggled and rolled my eyes. 

“Alright, Mikey. Come in and take some shots with me.”

“You convinced me. Let’s go.”

We walked inside and were instantly met with the dank smell of weed and booze. I took a deep breath in order to get used to the smell and looked around. I seemed to be one of very few girls who decided to dress like this for a party, but I didn’t mind. Eyes trailed behind me as I walked, and I loved it. One of the many perks of being apart of Alpha Phi.

“Damn, (y/n), you’re like a fucking celebrity.” Mikey joked while nudging me. I finally reached the alcohol and poured us each a shot of some Pink Whitney. We clinked our glasses together and threw our heads back, letting the harsh liquid flow down our throats. I clenched my eyes together, shaking my head. 

“Alright, another one.” Mikey grabbed the bottle, laughing at my words as he poured the alcohol into the small glass. With another tilt of my head, my second shot was down then a third and a fourth only minutes later.

“(y/n)?” I turned around towards the voice and met with Luke who stood there with an unopened beer in his hand. 

“And that’s my queue to leave.” Mikey said while walking away.

“I came.” I told him while gesturing to myself.

“Yeah, you look hot.” He compliments, eyeing my form a few times to take in my appearance.

I swallowed my pride and smiled at him, “so do you.”

Luke seemed to think for a second before speaking. “Do you want to grab a beer and go out on the balcony with me?” He asked, shocking me.

“I, uh, yeah. Sure.” Bending down into the cooler, I felt his eyes on me the entire time. I smirked, wrapping my hands around a cold can and stood back up. He reached out to grab my hand and lead me through the large crowd of people up the stairs. There were a few straggling drunks in the hallway of the second story, but no one that was watching as he took me out the double doors of the balcony. I cracked open the can and sipped on the beer nervously, waiting to see what his plan was.

“So, is this the part where you kill me?” I joke while watching as he popped his can open as well.

“Actually, it’s the part where I tell you what I want to do to you.”

“Wait, what?”

“I said, I just wanted to talk.” What the fuck am I thinking? Nodding, I allowed him to go on. “I wanted to hang out with you alone, but a party is fine too.”

“Mhm,” I mumble against the cold can of beer against my lips. Luke seemed to let his eyes trail down my legs covered in the lacey material before throwing his head back.

“Fuck the small talk.”

“What do you-“ Before I could finish my sentence, he had taken three intimidating steps towards me and cupped my cheek in his hand, pressing his lips against mine. My heartbeat sped up, and my stomach flipped as well. I didn’t hesitate to let my free hand tangle in the back of his hair, pulling at the ends. He groaned against my lips before eventually pulling away. Looking down into my eyes, he searched them for some sort of reaction. I blinked innocently up at the frat boy and smiled.

“I can’t get your gorgeous face out of my head, (y/n).”

“Thank god.” He cocked his head in confusion, so I elaborated. I took a few chugs of my beer before finishing it and tossing the can to the ground. “I really, really want you.”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He nearly growls under his breath before grabbing my wrist and taking me back inside to what I’m assuming is his bedroom. Without another word, he closed and locked the door behind me before pressing me against it. I gasped with surprise but felt nothing but pleasure as he lifted me up by my thighs and carried me over to the bed. I plopped down onto the mattress and watched as he tore his shirt from his body and discarded it to the side.

Luke curled his fingers around the edge of my dress and pulled it up over my waist. I stared at him to get his reaction when he notices- “You’re not wearing any… Did you expect this to happen?” He questioned with a laugh.

I nodded, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth. “I hoped it would.”

“With me?” I nodded again. His eyes flickered down to my womanhood before starting to pull down my tights. One they were down my legs, he looked back up at me and put two fingers between his lips, letting his spit drench them before inserting them inside of me. I jerked upwards, leaning up on my elbows as my mouth fell open in an ‘o.’ “You like that?”

“Mhm, yeah.” I moaned causing him to thrust them in and out of me. I allowed myself to relax as I grew wetter by the second. After a few seconds, he added his mouth which only made me moan louder. His tongue flattened against my clit, circling around it in a pattern that drew me close to the edge. He was amazing with his mouth. “L-Luke, please.” I begged, but he didn’t stop. Although I wanted to cum around him, I couldn’t help it. He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked while curling his fingers inside of me. My chest heaved up and down as my thighs attempted to clench together while my climax approached. He used his free hand to keep my legs from closing and felt as they shook at his touch. “Fuck!” I screamed out. He chuckled against me before sitting up and pushing me farther on the bed. With quick hands, he pulled my dress over my head and stared at my chest.

“No bra either?” I smiled cheekily up at him before his hands came down and groped my breasts. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans before sliding them down his legs revealing his name brand boxers. I nearly drooled at the size of the bulge before palming him through the thin material. Carefully, I pulled his member out and pumped him a few times. “God, your hands feel so good.”

“I bet my mouth would feel better.” I say confidently. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised as I switched my position so that I was sitting up. I parted my lips enough to allow him to slide in my mouth. I dragged my lips down to his shaft, my nose brushing against the happy trail against his navel. Groaning, Luke tangled his hand in my hair, pushing my head down slightly. The tip brushed the back of my throat, allowing for more spit to lubricate his member. I pulled off him and looked up.

“I know what would feel even better.” Luke says before pushing my shoulders back against the bed, pinning me underneath him. Spreading my legs, I waited for him to slide past my entrance and let an erotic moan erupt from my throat as he did. “Yeah, much better.”

“Please,” I whined.

“Please what?” Luke smirked. He knew what he was doing.

“Please fuck me, Luke. I need you so bad.” And with that, he slammed himself in me all the way. Our moans filled the room as well as the sound of skin slapping together. I lifted one of my legs up and rested it on his shoulder as he pounded in and out of me. My back arched against the mattress as my nails scratched the skin on his back, clearly leaving marks. Without warning, he pulled out of me.

“If I go any longer, I’ll bust so hang on.” I laughed at his words and waited for him to grab a condom. Once he did, he slid it over him and lined himself back up with my entrance. Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he held onto them as he began to slam himself in and out of me constantly, and roughly. I reached a hang down between my legs and rubbed at my clit to get myself closer to the edge, knowing he was close as well.

“Fuck, you’re so big.” I whimper. Luke chuckles and spreads my legs even wider, hiking them over his shoulders before leaning down against me. His lips latched onto mine, getting me closer to my orgasm. My body begins to shake as I reach my second climax of the night, feeling him twitch inside me as he reaches his as well.

“Good fucking girl.” Luke growled, watching me writhe beneath him. I breathed out, finally able to catch my breath and looked at the blonde through tired eyes.

“I thought you were good in bed, but not that good.” I admitted causing him to chuckle.

“Glad to meet your expectations.” After throwing away the condom, he pulled his pants back over his legs and tossed me a clean shirt that was neatly folded on the nightstand. I looked at him with confusion.

“What’s this for?”

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere tonight- or for a while.”

Laughing, I slid the shirt over my head so that it draped over my bare torso. “So, that means what exactly?”

“I’m gonna make you mine, whether you like it or not.”

“Not complaining.”

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L.A. Confidential- l.r.h

CONTAINTS SMUT

Word Count: 1876

“My girl might leave me if she hears about this..” That Aussie accent mumbled under his breath as you left marks down his neck in a heated session behind his hotel door. You wouldn’t dare say a word as long as is hands would continue lingering on your skin every other night. 

“She won’t,” you told him as he unzipped the back of your dress. 

Your eyes blinked as you came out of your daydream from only a few nights prior. You stood in line at the red carpet waiting to take pictures of the band of 5 Seconds of Summer. You had began a job of being a professional photographer for popular bands or singers like them and it paid well. The only downfall was the fact that you had fell head over heels for the front man who also had a girlfriend.

Luke Hemmings was all around perfect, especially in your eyes. The way he laughed at your jokes in order for you to take a good picture of him just made your heart stop. His eyes had always lingered on you whenever you were in close perimeter. His girlfriend, Chloe, was a stunning blonde with tan skin and a perfect white smile. She was drop dead gorgeous, but Luke just couldn’t help himself when it came to you. You weren’t famous, only the people in your pictures were, but to Luke you were something else.

As soon as the boys stepped out into the light, Luke’s blue hues scanned the crowd in front of him in search of your beautiful form. You had always surprised him with the dresses and outfits you pulled off at the red carpet walks, interviews, or photo shoots. Tonight; however, you had decided on tight leather pants and an off the shoulder white blouse which had paired with your skin tone perfectly. The shoes you wore had really thrown him off. They were thick, black stilettos that crossed over your feet and allowed for your hot pink painted nails to be shown off. Luke had always been a fan of how you highlighted the best features of yourself. That’s exactly when he decided on how he was going to fuck you senseless over the-

“Luke! Luke, over here!” The paparazzi screamed over the flashes of cameras from every direction. The only camera he looked at was yours. 

*

“Well, that was a crazy crowd, Jesus.” Calum said while stripping himself of his suit jacket and plopped himself in the couch of your hotel room. 

“Yeah, well the afterparty is going to be worse.” Ashton breathed out as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his dress shirt. You had your laptop out at the desk with the memory card inside it, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures you took for the night in order to send them to management for the band. 

They had officially hired you for the full time job for their photographer early last year so, you had made it your full duty to make sure they got the best pictures and publicity you could. Ever since you got the job, the guys instantly made you feel like you were a part of a family. They were your best friends and you couldn’t be any happier. 

“Crystal and I are going out for dinner tonight.” Mikey said as he fixed his hair in the mirror. “And no, I’m not skipping.” He adds before his friends could convince him otherwise. 

Luke took this as his chance to speak up. “Yeah, I’m going to skip out on the afterparty, too. I haven’t gotten that much sleep lately.” Your eyes dart over to the blonde just to see that he was already staring back at you. A blush made its way to your cheeks as you turned back to your computer.

Calum and Ashton rolled their eyes. “Guess it’s just you and I tonight.” Calum said with a sigh.

“Alright, well we’re gonna head out then.” Ashton announces before ushering Cal out the hotel door. Mikey bids his goodbye as well before he’s out the door as well.

Arms reached around the back of the chair, wrapping themselves around your shoulders as lips pressed against your jaw. “Real smooth.” You joked and closed your laptop before sliding around the chair and standing to your feet. You were then pushed back down, but against the bed this time and a gasp left your lips. Luke was smirking down at your vulnerable form while your elbows were the only thing giving you some sort of angle to look at him better. You stared up at him through thick lashes innocently, waiting for him to do something. His hands ached to touch you through those leather pants, he just didn’t know what he was going to do yet. 

Instead of waiting on him, your hand reached out to grab his own and placed it over the leather material between your legs. Luke’s body shuddered with pure excitement as he lowered himself over you against the bed. An elbow plopped down beside your head as a hand stroked your (h/c) hair out of your face. His eyes bored into yours and for a second, your heart beat changed pattern. You had silently hoped that his did the same as you smiled up at him. The smile that got him weak in the knees, which led to his next step of pressing his lips against yours. 

You could feel him growing hard against you as he pushed himself farther against you. Luke pulled away from your lips only to leave kisses down your jawline. There was something about the way he was acting tonight that was different than any other night. Instead of dwelling of the thought, you cleared your throat.

“Is something wrong?” You question while running a hand through your hair.

“You know I got somebody so I can’t fuck with just anybody.” Luke mumbles next to your ear which causes your cheeks to heat up. What is he saying? “But sometimes I get lonely.”

You’ve heard those words before, and it only made you angry. It meant that he and his girlfriend had been arguing. She might’ve been pretty, but she was manipulative and often left Luke a drunk mess, but ever since he met you, he hasn’t touched a drop. You were his distraction, and he loved it. He loved how you made him feel important, and needed. Chloe was independent and would rather spend her time with friends at the club than to have a night inside in bed next to Luke with a movie playing, or to go out to dinner.

“Lu, you know you can always come to me.” You soothed. Although it made you guilty that he was cheating on his girlfriend, you were also glad because there had been so many rumors about her cheating that you’d believe it. He kissed your lips in response and lost himself against you. In that moment, you cupped his face in your hand and flipped so that you were now straddling his waist. In a swift movement, he pulled the blouse you wore over your head and to the floor. A grin took over the frown on his face as his hands roamed over your curves. 

Your hands reached down and began unbuttoning his dress shirt as well as his pants while he shuddered under your touch. A hand reached behind and groped your rear, pulling you against the hard body beneath you. “Hold up.” Luke says while pushing you up to a standing position. He then curled his fingers on the inside of your leather pants and yanked them down your legs. A blush made its way to your face as you laughed. Luke then lifted you from the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist before putting you on your back. He fit in between your legs perfectly. You reached a hand down in between you and pulled his pants down just enough down his legs as he moves the lace covering you to the side. 

Kissing him, you muffled the sounds of your moan as he pulls himself out of his boxers and enters you. He pulled away and placed his forehead against your own, looking in your eyes. “Fuck, Luke.” You breathed out while looking down between your bodies as he pumped in and out of you. His white teeth shined down at you as he grinned. With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around your torso and flipped so that you were now on top of him.

“Ride me, (y/n).”

You did as told, wincing as his nails dug into your hips. It hurt, but you loved it. He knew how he made you feel while he fucked you senseless. Speaking of, he reminded himself what went through his head at the red carpet. Before he could get too close, he quickly pulled out of you. “Lay over the desk in front of the mirror.” He demanded. This excited you, so you hurried over to the spot he told you to. Grabbing the edge of the table, you tilted your head to the side in order to look at him. 

“Like this?” You asked, but he shook his head. He entered you again causing a gasp to escape your lips. Luke reached around your head and wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing you to look in the mirror. 

“Like this, I want you to watch me fuck you senseless.” 

“O-Okay.” You stuttered, unable to contain yourself as the feel of his hand around your throat caused a different kind of feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

He then began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace as the desk bumped against the wall repeatedly. There was sure to be a noise complaint. And thank god the rest of the band decided to go out for the night. Your climax began to draw closer as he drilled into you.

“Are you close?” He asked, getting close as well. You nodded, unable to form words as he watched you in the mirror. “I wanna hear you scream, baby.”

“Fuck, Lu.” You cursed while adjusting yourself as the desk dug into your skin.

“Louder, I want everyone in the hotel to hear you scream my name.”

“What about-”

“(y/n).” He warned. You were nearly tipped over the edge as his hand tightened around your neck and your stomach flipped.

“Luke!” Your strangled voice screamed nearly at the top of your lungs as the two of you came together, him filling you up. After a few seconds, he let you relax before pulling out of you to get stuff to clean up. He disappeared in the bathroom, and soon came back to help you clean up. Leaning against the desk, you watched as he wiped the liquid from your skin.

“We’re gonna have to go to the pharmacy before they close.” You mumbled embarrassingly. You often had to make a trip there in order to get plan b.

“I know, why do you think I got out clothes for you to change into?” Looking over, you saw a small pile of folded clothes which belonged to him causing your heart to melt.

“Thank you.”

“You know, I can’t leave her right?”

Frowning, you nodded. “I know.”

“L.A Confidential.”

You nodded again and sighed. “L.A. Confidential.”

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I think I creamed my jeans🥵

i’ll just put this here and leave

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Say It- l.r.h

CONTAINS SMUT

Word count: 1386

It had been a long day of classes, exams, and stress about the holidays. I had made up some poor excuse as to why I wouldn’t be home for Thanksgiving break to my mom. She believed it, but the only reason I wanted to stay on campus was because of Luke. It was my sophomore year of college and I had met Luke as a Freshmen. As soon as we began dating, he had helped me experience the things I never did in high school- including my first time. 

He had been sweet throughout our relationship; taking me out for dinner, introducing me to his friends/family, and letting me sleep with him at the frat as being in the dormitories can be lonely without a roommate. We took things slow at first. After a while, we did anything any other person in a relationship would do. We had sex.. a lot. Like I’m talking on the couch, the counter, in the shower, on the floor- you name it. But every time there was something to do with school, I had to put those things on hold. I’d drink with him during their frat parties, and smoke with him when he wanted, but school always came first and eventually he stopped asking and let me keep up with my work. This week happened to be one of those times.

Today I was supposed to be going over to the frat house in order to help him study for his last exam tomorrow. It was only noon and he still hasn’t answered a single one of my texts or calls, so I made my way over to the fraternity to see if he had possibly fallen asleep. I walked into the house and it was eerily quiet. I tip toed up the stairs and finally stood outside of his room. Once turning the knob to let myself in, I was indeed met with a sleeping Luke snuggled under his comforter. Instead of bugging him, I sighed and placed my bookbag down and shut the door behind me. I kicked off my shoes and silently got in bed with him, the coolness of the sheets instantly calming any previous stress I was feeling throughout the day. My eyes fluttered shut, but opened once I felt Luke’s arm snake around my torso. 

“You fell asleep,” I said, stating the obvious.

“And now I have you in my bed.” He mumbled, his voice raspy from the nap he just woke up from.

“Was that your plan all along?” He hummed in response causing me to sigh. “You have to pass your exam to-” Before I could say anything more, his large hand slapped over my moving lips. 

“I’m stressed, El.” He whined. My mind immediately went to the first thing to remove his stress. I moved his hand away from my mouth and chewed on the inside of my cheek.

“We could always...”

Luke’s eyes opened with surprise as a smirk began to crawl onto his face. “You mean..?”

“Yes, I-” Without another second of hesitation, I was instantly pinned under the blonde boy who had a shit eating grin on his face. My hand reached up and balled a fist into his shirt before pulling him down to meet my lips in a heated kiss. 

After that, we got straight to it. His hands explored every inch of my top half before they began to take off articles of clothing. I lifted myself from the bed so he could unlatch my bra and toss that across the room along with the shirt and hoodie he also took off me. I yanked his t-shirt up and over his head to the floor as well. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh as he leaned down to begin his trail of hickies down my collarbone while also pulling his sweats off. Butterflies corralled my stomach as he did so causing my hands to reach up into his blonde locks in order to occupy them. Luke pressed against me to gain some sort of friction between us, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, okay,” I breathed out causing him to stop.

“What’s the matter?”

“Please, just- do something.  I want to feel you so bad, Luke.”

Without hesitation, he reached over into the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a condom. I pulled down my leggings in a hurry and tossed them off the bed as well. He pulled the condom over his length and laughed to himself. “God, I love it when you beg for it.” He reached a hand down to cup my jaw, forcing my face upwards as he roughly pressed his lips to mine. I gasped once I felt him slide past my entrance smoothly, letting me adjust to it. Relaxing my body, I ran my nails along his back as he sped up his pace. 

Luke grabbed the back of my thigh with the flat of his palm and pushed it up towards the headboard to get a better angle. I let out a loud moan which only led to him wrapping a veiny hand around my throat. “Luke~” I yelled, my nails feeling the skin of his back beginning to get raw. 

He slowed down the pace of his thrusts until he pulled out. I felt a sudden urge to pull him back in, but I trusted what he was doing. Luke sat up on his knees and backed up a little bit. “Turn around for me, babe.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, but did as told. I arched my back slightly and dug my elbows into the mattress. Two large hands held onto my hips as he entered me once again. An erotic groan erupted from his throat as he did so and snatched his hips into mine. A loud slap played through the room as his palm met the skin of my ass. I fell forward into the pillows, but he pulled me back up so that my back was against his chest while he thrusted deep inside of me. My head lulled back against his shoulder as he did so. 

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me how much you love me inside of you.” He growled next to my ear. It almost drew me to the edge, but I held back. His thrust changed pattern and I let out a loud moan. His chuckle soon followed before he pushed me back down against the mattress. Luke’s fingers came around and played at the sensitive bud between my legs inching me closer to my climax. 

“Alright, now say it.”

I paused, my eyes opening from their clenched state. My head turned to the side and I watched as he raised his eyebrows in anticipation. “Say what?”

“You know what I’m talking about, Ellie.” He threateningly slowed his thrusts causing my brain to go fuzzy. I had called him it once before, but it slipped. There was no other way to explain how I felt in the moment so I gave him a little nickname, no biggie. 

“Luke, baby, please.” I begged. It seemed embarrassing to even bring it up, that I had a kink, and that he liked it. 

“I’ll stop.” He said, suddenly pausing his movements. I was too close to the edge to let it happen.

“Okay fine, fine.” I breathed out. While one hand drew me close to my high, the other one pressed against my back in order to lower my body. It was the same position that got me to the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced, and it was about to happen again. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my mouth fell in an ‘o.’

“Say it, angel.” He grunted, growing close himself.

“Fuck, daddy, please make me cum!” I screamed out as I fell over the edge, a shaking orgasm taking over my body in that moment. Luke collapsed over me, his hand gripping the headboard until his knuckles grew white as he rode out his high as well. 

Once we felt as though we had finished all the way, we both rolled onto our backs with a long breath following. “Jesus Christ, I love you.” Luke says before his lips connect with the bare skin of my shoulder. I smile at his words and lean my head against his arm.

“Now I’m ready for a nap.”

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