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okay honestly, i'm gonna write pussy wrenching smut on here so buckle up, cunts🎀🎀🎀🎀

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How lucky you are to have me

Pairing: Mark Hoffman X You

Summary: You save Hoffman from the bathroom and he is eager to make up for lost time.

Warning: SMUT! Swearing (Hoffman says fuck alot, it's canon), gore/death references.

Alrighty it was about time I wrote a smutty Hoffman fix while I'm still in my Saw era. And I get to write my own little 'Hoffman escapes the Bathroom', because we all know it's happening! Enjoy kittens.

You could hear his screams from down the dank corridor. They sounded hoarse, no doubt from the wildfire rage that often consumed him these days. Your footsteps echoed loudly, at every corner you thought someone may jump out and apprehend you, but the route was void of all life. All that remained was darkness and a trail of dried blood.

You press your palms against the industrial door and give it a push. It doesn’t move an inch. The Doctor had been certain that there would be no escape.

The screams from inside stop as you slot a hairpin into the lock and after a couple tries you hear that telltale click. You heave the door open only to recoil at the stench of decayed flesh and death that greets you.

Shoving your sleeve in front of your nose, you walk into a nightmare. It’s dark enough that only outlines are visible, a line of cracked mirrors, a toilet, pipes, skeletons. Fishing in your coat pocket, you shine your torch around the bathroom and it lands on a skeletal foot. You almost drop it in your haste to move away, as you venture deeper into the bathroom. Goosebumps arise on your forearms at the disconcerting sound of a chain slithering through the dark.

“Took you long enough.”

You run your torch up bare feet and a shackled ankle, continuing upwards. Mark Hoffman flinches as your torch hits his face and you lower it to his chest, “I had to be sure they’d all left.” You return, taking a glance over your shoulder. “I’m taking a colossal risk myself.”

“Then get me out quick.” He hisses, dropping his eyes to the shackle.

“What happened to your grand plan?”

Hoffman holds up a key, “New shackle. No fucking keyhole.”

You make a sympathetic noise which deepens Hoffman’s scowl, “How lucky you are to have me.”

You drop your backpack beside him and root around inside. Hoffman watches your every move. You hand him the torch, “Shine this in the bag, will you?” He does as asked, “What did you bring?”

“I wasn’t sure what I’d be facing.” You take out an angle grinder and a grin winds onto Hoffman’s face. You switch it on and the sound of the churning saw blade sounds far too loud. You glance up at Hoffman, “If I cut you, it isn’t intentional.”

Hoffman looks like he has half a mind to yank the angle grinder out of your hands, but instead he swallows and takes a measured breath, “Just do it.” You lower the saw blade and almost miss his last few words, “I trust you.”

Steeling yourself, you align the circular saw blade with the steel and keeping a firm grip, start slicing through the shackle. There’s already chaffing around his ankle, no doubt from Hoffman’s attempts to free himself in the hours before you arrived. You hardly breathe as the blade works through and then you pull the saw blade back when there is only the smallest join of steel left hanging together. “Maybe I should have just cut the chain and we deal with the shackle later?”

Hoffman seizes the shackle and gives it a brutal tug. The shackle snaps and you wonder whether it was weakness in the metal from how much you’d sawed through, or Hoffman’s adrenaline-fuelled force that gave him his freedom. You switch off the angle grinder and shove it back in your backpack as Hoffman stands. He throws the chain away from him and then he’s towering above you. His broadness always throws you off-kilter, no matter how many times you stand before him. The circle of light from the torch jumps around the bathroom as Hoffman takes a step closer. He seizes you by the back of your neck and crushes his lips to yours. You can’t move, not with the death grip he has on you. You had no chance to breathe before it happens, leaving you to make a pathetic noise for Hoffman to release you. You disconnect with a gasp and take a deep breath before yanking him in by his jacket for a second kiss. Your hands grip onto him for dear life as Hoffman secures his own round your waist.

This time he’s the one to break the moment, “Let’s get out of this shithole.”

You’re more than eager to leave the foul bathroom behind. You can’t imagine Hoffman stuck in there slowly wasting away. A man so powerful and dangerous he brought an entire police precinct to the verge of extinction. You still don’t know if fear or admiration drives your lust for him. A heady combination of both pools inside you as you loop your arm in his and the two of you make your way back through the maze of corridors as fast as you can. “We should burn it to the fucking ground.” Hoffman says as you both emerge from the trapdoor.

“Enough fires for one day.” You say, leading the way to your car parked out front. “The Doctor got paged for surgery, but his lackey’s might come back.”

“Doubt it,” Hoffman returns as you open the car door for him. “He made sure I’d die in there. He just didn’t know about you.”

You take the driver’s seat as Hoffman slides in with a grunt. You lock the doors and glance over your shoulder as you reverse out, “If it were me, I’d stake out for two, three days. Knowing your survival rate, I’d make sure you were dead.”

There’s a beat of silence, “Then I’m glad it wasn’t you.” Hoffman returns, looking out the window.

You clamp down on a smile as you head back to your own apartment. Now and then you check in your mirrors that you aren’t being followed. Your house is roughly forty five minutes away from the Nerve Gas House, but the drive goes fast. Hoffman spends the time calculating. Occasionally his eyes slip over to you and you meet his gaze. He’s just as impatient as you.

When you finally enter familiar streets, you speak up, “I was thinking Chicago.” You prompt, “Another city, lots of people to disappear in. Or Florida, no one asks questions there.”

“I don’t care where we go.” Hoffman returns, “So long as I can put Jigsaw behind me.”

You have to admit you’re relieved to hear it, “You promise that?”

Hoffman waits for you to meet his gaze. He nods, “I lost sight for a while,” He says, “But not again.” His gaze returns to the window, now streaked with rain. “I want out. He can have it all, it’s not fucking worth it.”

“It never was.”

You pull into the driveway and park, “Open the glove box.” You order and Hoffman smirks at what he finds. He holds the gun with such a practised hand, adopting a casually defensive walk as he scopes out the house. You walk in front with Hoffman backing you up, better the Detective wield the weapon than you. As soon as the door is open Hoffman is pushing you inside and slamming the door shut. He slides the lock in place as you shed your coat and hang it up. When you turn back round Hoffman’s hands are already preying at your waist. His lips descend to your neck and you let him have access to all of you.

His touch grows desperate, tugging at your shirt, “We should see to your ankle.” You say, but Hoffman silences you with his lips again.

“Later.” He commands and you let him press you into the wall besides the coat rack. You unzip his jacket and heave it off his broad shoulders, dropping it on the floor behind him. Hoffman pushes his body against you, you can feel him hard. You lift your arms obediently as your shirt is removed, which earns you a gruff, ‘good girl’ from the impatient Detective. Your hands descend to his jeans zipper as Hoffman’s hands roam over your shoulders, down to your back and then he’s got your bra dangling from one hand. He tosses it with his jacket, Hoffman’s lips travelling from your neck to your collarbone. A whine escapes you as he suckles there, adding to the bruises he left only days ago on your skin. Fuelled by your noises, Hoffman’s restraint snaps. With a couple tugs your trousers are by your ankles and Hoffman winds one of your legs around his waist.

His low groan brushes against your lips, “Bedroom.”

It isn’t a question, but you nod anyway and Hoffman throws you over his shoulder. The world tips upside down as a laugh escapes you. Any other time Hoffman might have slapped your ass, but tonight he’s all about urgency. The bedroom door thuds open and then you’re being dropped on the bed harsh enough that you bounce on impact. Hoffman tears his hoodie off and off with it comes the dark shirt underneath. You smirk at the sight before you, a shirtless ex-Detective, his chest heaving from the night’s ordeal. Your eyes drop to his full pecs and on catching where your stare has gone, Hoffman smirks when your eyes meet his again.

“The longer we leave that ankle the more likely it’ll get…”

Your words die when his jeans come off and in the blink of an eye, Hoffman has crawled on top of you. He pecks your lips, “Doll, shut the fuck up.” He leaves more kisses with each word, between your breasts, on your stomach and then just above where your panties rest. You suck in a breath of apprehension as Hoffman’s eyes shine with desire. He dips lower, parting your legs. You take a sharp intake of air as you feel his tongue lick a hot stripe over your clothed vagina.

“Oh wow,” Your hand rakes into Hoffman’s hair, “Please…”

You keep your eyes on the ceiling as Hoffman continues to lap at you. Tingles of pleasure spike through your system and your fingers tighten their hold. Gentle fingers slide your panties off, but you daren’t look at him. Hoffman delicately traces his tongue along your most sensitive area before close his mouth over your clit. Your back arches, sensations pinging in your synapses as he starts sucking at you. He chuckles darkly, “Always the same reaction,” He mouths, placing a kiss just above your centre and then his face is centimetres away from yours. 

“Because it always feels so good.” You reason, stroking over his scarred cheek as you try to catch your breath. You feel him hard against your thigh as Hoffman lines up with your entrance, “Already?”

“Sorry sweetheart, I can’t wait.” He murmurs, already pushing in. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders and your mouth falls open. The sting of Hoffman’s cock stretching you intensifies everything. A couple tears leak out and Hoffman’s eyes widen, “Fuck.” His head falls to your neck and with a quick thrust you cry out as he sheathes himself fully inside you. It’s like you’ve flipped a switch, your glassy eyes and sheer vulnerability pushing Hoffman into a frenzy. His hips thrust hard against yours, eager to fill you with as much of him as you can take. The bed shunts against the wall as he fucks you hard enough that it’s better to rest your head on the pillow than try to meet his eyes again. You can hear his grunts of pleasure in your ear as Hoffman swells, a litany of filth spilling from his lips. “That’s it. Fucking take me. Gonna enjoy every second.”

“Please,” You’ve lost all coherency. All you can do is let him fuck you into the bad and take what he needs. Your hands fall to either side of you and Hoffman takes advantage of your submissiveness. His big hands take a wrist each as he uses the new leverage to bend one of your knees with his leg. The deeper penetration makes you jolt as your orgasm bursts fast and staggering enough that your brain feels like it’s melting.

“That’s it.” Hoffman continues, his voice strained as he too draws nearer his finish. “My beautiful fucking wife, always there when I need you.”

“Always,” You bleat as your husband cums deep inside you. His grunts turn to laboured breaths, as Hoffman sags and gives into his exhaustion. Your hands cradle his head as you hold him close. In the afterglow of your orgasm more tears prick at your eyes. Holding him now, treasuring the stroke of luck that was on your side, despite all of Hoffman’s careful planning. You could have lost him so easily. So many scenarios could have put you in that wretched bathroom alongside him.

When your clarity returns, Hoffman is slowly pulling out and rolling onto the space beside you. You curl over so you can settle in his arms, like every night. His fingers play absently with the closest strands of hair he can find, “I mean it.” He murmurs, “I’m done. Tomorrow we’re getting out of the state, laying low.”

“How are we gonna do that?” You ask, “You’re the most wanted man in the country and me by association.”

“I know someone.” Hoffman says, placing another kiss to your forehead. “Ex-military, Iraq. He has connections and owes me for keeping quiet.”

You can’t help a sigh, but it is for the best, “So long as you put the games behind you, that’s all I ask for.”

“You and me.” He nods, “Like before, like it should have been always.” Your eyes get heavy and Hoffman drapes the blanket you both keep on the end of the bed over you both. You look up at your husband, but Hoffman is lost in thought. After a couple minutes he looks down at you, “Perhaps I can cut a deal.”

“You’d have to have something huge to barter with.”

Hoffman smirks, “I reckon I could work something out. There’s a Doctor and his little Pigheads I’m sure they’d love to hear about.” 

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I'm so bisexual for her

Law breaker

Pairing: Police officer!reader x dealer!wanda

Summary: After months of chasing after a mystery dealer, you finally catch her.

Warning: SMUT, um mentions of drugs, bottom!wanda, degradation?, hand cuffs, fingering, praising, pet names (pretty girl, darling, sweetheart, etc.), Reader teases the hell out of Wanda |

A/N: Idk what I’m writing | My brain sparked this idea after reading an Ellie fanfic by ourautumn86, so this is inspired | This fic is all over the place |

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You panted as you ran down multiple streets. You saw a deal being held between two people while you were patrolling. One surrendered but the other, they ran off.

You could only catch a glimpse of them before they ran off. It was a female, she had a black shirt, skirt and coat. (Emo). In addition, a cross necklace traced over her neck.

You picked up the pace when you saw her cut into an alley. Turning the corner, you saw that it was a dead end. She didn’t turn around, you shouted out to her.

“Police! Put your hands up!”

She exhaled and raised her hands, turning around slowly. Once she fully turned, you walked quickly towards her. She put her hands down and winced lightly as you cuffed them.

You turned her around, closely scanning her face. You recognized her, the mysterious dealer that you’ve been chasing for a while. You looked closer at her features, noticing her pink lips and precious freckles.

You knew you were shamelessly checking her out. She noticed this and licked her lips. “Do you really have to put these tight handcuffs on?” she asked with an innocent look. You looked at her with a poker face. Although a smirk threatened to tug at your face.

“I have to keep a hold of you,” you stated “don’t need you running away.” She chuckled as you tightened your hold on her. You looked into her eyes, seeing how they dilated when you spoke.

“Do you always work alone so late?” she asked. You didn’t answer, but you walked her back to where your cop car was. You opened the door and placed your hand on her head, pushing her into the car.

You closed the door and headed to the other sid of the car. But you didn’t go into the driver’s seat. You opened the back door on the other side of the car.

She looked at you in confusion, wondering what you were doing. You just smirked at her, sliding into the seat. You observed her expression, she looked nervous and confused. Your smirk widened, she looked cute, for a criminal.

“Don’t worry, I just wanna ask some questions.” you said with fake reassurance. She nodded, and you scooched closer to her. You leaned in, “What’s your name?” you asked. “Wanda” she answered simply, you hummed.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” you said with another smirk. Wanda’s face flushed from your comment, she squirmed a bit. You leaned closer, your lips almost touching here.

“Now, who’ve you been selling the drugs to?” you said firmly. She didn’t answer, choosing not to spill anything. You narrowed your eyes, “I don’t like repeating myself sweetheart.” you stated. “But I’ll ask you again, who did you sell the drugs to?” you said but more demanding.

She quivered under your gaze but still didn’t say anything. Seeing as this wouldn’t go anywhere, you tsked. “Guess I’m gonna have to do this the hard way.”

You pushed your head into her neck and kissed it in multiple areas. A shiver went up her spine, feeling sensitive from the touch. You smiled mischievously, “Oh, sensitive are we?” Wanda almost moaned but held back, not wanting to embarrass herself.

She almost couldn’t believe herself right now. Having sex with a cop? It seemed even more crazy in her head. She took in a deep breath as she felt you bite her.

You gently caressed her soft thighs, pinching them every few times. She wimpered at your touchs on her skin. She mumbled under her breath, and you lifted your head from her neck. “What was that?”

“M-More” she stated more loudly. You could’ve given her what she wanted right there. But you wanted to tease, “Ah, what’s the magic word?”

”Please?” she answered quickly.

“Atta girl” you praised, your fingers crawling up to her core. You felt the fabric of her skirt, then her panties. She was soaking wet, you were gonna have fun with this.

Pushing the wet fabric aside with your fingers, sliding a finger up her pussy. Causing her to whine, you looked up at her. “What are you whining for, you wanted more right?” you asked.

“Please, d-don’t tease me” she whined. You wanted to do the opposite but, you decided to give her what she wanted. You pushed two fingers inside, she was so wet it was easy for them to slide in.

She moaned but was muffled by her biting her lip. You frowned at this and stopped moving your fingers. She looked at you in confusion. “I wanna hear how much pleasure I’m giving you.” you stated confidently. She nodded swiftly, just wanting the pleasure to start again.

Your fingers continued at a steadied, hitting deeper than before. Wanda mouth opened wide, sweet mewls spilling out. She felt herself clench around your fingers.

“Look at you, taking me so good.”

She let out a whimper at the praise. Moaning loudly as you picked up a faster pace. She felt embarrassed at the sounds her pussy was making. That soon passed once she felt her climax coming near. She placed her hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly. You placed your thumb upon her clit, smirking when you heard her gasp.

“You need to cum baby?,” you asked, and she quickly nodded. “Beg” you demanded in a stern tone. “Please officer, I need to cum please” she begged in a whiny voice. Your fingers picked up their pace and she threw her head back.

You thought she looked absolutely astonishing like this. Head thrown back, face scrunched up, mouth wide open in a silent scream. You felt her tighten around your fingers once again.

You moaned lightly when you felt her make a mess all over your fingers. You slowly pulled them out, watching as Wanda caught her breath. You brought your fingers to your mouth, licking her juices off of them.

She brought her head down to look at you. She blushed when she saw you looking her dead in the eye. The mischievous smirk you had on your face made her want to shrink.

“Look at the mess you made.” you said in a low voice. She just stared at you with lidded eyes. Sitting up, you narrowed your eyes.

“Now, time for business, my little lawbreaker.”

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A/N: It took me too long to finish this.

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We love some good ol' Pedito Pascal smut

estoy caliente - javier peña

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summary: taken in for ‘questioning’ after getting caught dealing information, you’re left with an ultimatum.

pairings: javier peña x female reader (just a little police au - not *fully* dea)

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is of age), drinking, smoking… mentions of drugs… office sex, javier’s dirty spanish, reader’s dirty spanish, maybe a little feels…

a/n: this is my first time writing for Pedro. don’t mind me! let me know how you liked it…😇 btw, I am not fluent in spanish. I took three years in high school and occasionally speak it today. let me know if there are any errors.

a/n v.2: the message reader delivers is code, just like the cartel used to use. translation: there’s an order on Blue (Friday) on 300k. I’m on my way back and the transaction is completed.

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The music was blaring through the club, sweaty bodies moving against one another and drugs were scattered all over the tables. To say that the dealers were keeping a low profile would be an obvious and blatant lie.

It was easy to tell who was under the influence, when you weren’t under the influence yourself. Which made every other person in the club stand out to you as high off cocaine. You walked around the smokey, the stuffiness of the snug club making your insides churn with disgust.

Deliver the message and get out of there. Your mind was screaming at you as you looked around the club once more, sighing when you couldn’t find the man you were supposed to meet. The disco ball suspended from the ceiling blinded you for a short moment as it turned, casting off the lights of the differently colored projectors.

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I seriously want pizza lol xP

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i swear i'm getting so worked up over him.

Imagine…

Jacob riskily taking you in the middle of the night on one of the benches lining a bridge over the Thames.

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“Not sure how much longer I can hold back for the sake of appearances, love,” he husked into your ear, as he continued to move his hips in a gentle, rhythmic fashion. You could tell he was aching to let loose and just ram into you with reckless abandon and no regard for any passersby who may catch on to what you two were doing, but nevertheless, he remained subtle in his movements.

That wasn’t to say you weren’t struggling as well, though, as you tried to muffle your moans of pleasure with his hot, sinful mouth, letting the sounds drown down deep into his gullet.

He gave a drawn-out groan in return, the sound reverberating in his chest so much, that you could feel the vibrations against your own.

But the moment was interrupted when seemingly out of nowhere, the two of your heard a policeman admonishing someone not too far away from your spot.

The kiss was broken. Jacob’s hips went still. Panic flared up in your breast.

Still remaining inside you, he slowly lowered his body on top of yours. Pulling his hat down more over his brow, he then tucked his face into your neck, pretending to be asleep. Meanwhile, you pulled his coat up over your nose, in an attempt to hide your blushing cheeks, as your wide eyes patrolled the area.

‘Please don’t him notice us,’ you prayed in your mind.

Gone were the sounds of breathless kisses and frictions by fondlings, now replaced with ones of the occasional carriage driving by and the steadily flowing river below you.

An eternity seemed to pass. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your breath.

But soon, the sound of brisk footsteps gradually fading into the distance joined the other sounds of the night, followed by a huge sigh of relief on your part.

Peeking up from under the brim of his hat, Jacob grinned at you, and you considered yourself fortunate that the streetlamp nearest to your position had forgotten to be lit.

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Virgin Mary, Luke Hemmings Ch. 1

(Edited work and omg, I posted!!! Also, happy pride month. And I’m gonna turn 19 tomorrow! :,) )

Whenever she walked in, whenever she talked, whenever she fucking laughed — I was the one who got affected by it. It was disgusting, yet so fucking hot. I couldn't help, but try to match my schedule with her classes, just to be with one of my students the whole god fucking damn time. Y/N doesn't care about boys, nor does she care about her popularity. But what she cares about are grades and she's a fucking straight-a-student. She's a fucking good girl.

"Professor Hemmings, you're teaching English Literature?" Roxanna's confused voice echoed in my ears and I looked down at her. For a fact, I know that it's disgusting. Since she's eighteen and I'm twenty-six, but I can't fucking get her out of my head. It's like she planted a seed there and now there's a whole garden. And all she does is letting it grow, with every fucking word we spoke.

"Mr. Clarkson is sick, I just step in for him." it wasn't a lie, but it felt like it. I had to persuade the principal to let me teach this class. Of course, no one knew about my little crush on Roxanna, which I was very glad for.

I remember meeting this class for the very first time. They were great, no complaining. But the way I was staring at her, at every possible second and no one even noticed — not even Y/N herself. And of course those teenagers are very talkative for their age, so I also heard the rumor about their Virgin List. To who and when they lost it. Even most of the professors have information of this list, but I had non. All I heard was, that they called Roxanna, the Virgin Mary.

"Virgin Mary, come over!" Daniel, a boy from the baseball team yelled, earning laughter of his friends and I stiffened. Roxanna visibly stiffened as well and her face fell. I wish I could tell her something to comfort her, but all I did was standing up and waiting for everyone to be quiet. And I won't just teach English Literature today.

"Good morning, students! Today, I will give you some advice, you may need it or you may not. Then we will continue to work on the essays that Mr. Clarkson handed you all last week, does that sound like a plan?" I suggest and got a few hums as answer. Roxanna was scribbling something on her book and I smiled.

"Advice mainly for the boys. Boys, do you think you know how to treat a lady?" I looked at Daniel, when he grinned. I don't like this guy, because all jokes aside, he's such a douche and makes Roxanna feel bad about something she's very fond of to still have. Her virginity and for all I fucking care, being a virgin in this time is harder, because everyone fucks everything.

"Fuck her and leave, making her beg for more." A friend of Daniel's said. His name was Cody and he was just like Daniel, a douche.

"A girl isn't a dog, Cody." I rolled with my eyes, walking to his table. "A girl is more than that. She's smart, well-behaved. And does it matter if she wants to wait?" I asked him and he shakes his head. "If I want something, I'll get what I want." Daniel and Cody high fived and I looked at Roxanna, who was now blushing furiously and it looked so adorable.

This is for nothing. I passed out the essays and sat back on my desks, only to grab my laptop and correct some tests. I heard whispers of students and giggles. Then I hear a faint gasp and a thud. Looking up, I see Cody on Roxanna's table. He threw some kind of liquid over her sheets and let me tell you, that she wrote fucking six pages already.

I could see the poor girl tearing up, which broke my heart. "Cody, sit back down. Roxanna, come here." I demanded and clenched my jaw. I wish I could throw some kind of rock against Cody's head, but there's something called law and you can't go against it, so I'm fucked for now.

Roxanna's little body moved to my desk and all I did, was standing up and nodding towards my seat. "Take my laptop, I'll let you work it on there, so I can print it out for you, alright?" I told her quietly, as the students started working on their stuff again.

"Professor Hemmings, that's not," I cut her off and rose my eyebrows. "Just do it, I'll keep you after class."

ROXANNA

My heart was nearly slamming against my chest and I gulped. The class was done and everyone was leaving, while I managed to get half of my papers in Professor Hemmings’ laptop. It felt so fucking weird doing my stuff here and in front of everyone. Until everyone left, I continued working on the MacBook.

"I think you can stop." a warm hand made me wince and look up. Professor Hemmings looked at me, a faint smile on his face and I gulped, nodding and saving the project. Suddenly I felt burning hot under my own Professor's glare and all I wanted was to get out. Or get off of the feeling.

"T-thank you again, for your laptop." my eyes met his icy blue ones, as he only smiled. He didn't say anything, he just nodded and I fumbled with my fingers. "I'm sorry for Cody, he's a douche." he mumbles, making me smile. "That's true. He is mean and unfair." I agreed and my teacher nodded, bending down, so his lips were on my ear. A faint breath crashed against my ear, like a wave crashed against the cliffs.

"What are you doing to me, Roxy?" okay, no way in hell, that this was supposed to mean something non sexual. Also — Roxy. No one has called me that before. My heart was almost hammering against my chest and I don't dare to move, it was like he cast some kind of spell to me. Whatever it was, it felt good — forbidden, but good.

"I— I didn't do anything, Prof,"

"Call me Luke when we're alone." the sound of him begging was so submissive and good. It made my heart flutter and I felt so comforted somehow. My eyes fluttered shut and I gulped, playing nervously with the ring around my ring finger. Luke noticed it and chuckled, planting a soft kiss on my neck. He helped me get up from his desk and looked down at me.

"You do so much that affects me, sweetheart. The way you walk into this classroom and laugh, fucking talk. It doesn't matter what you're talking about, I'm turning to you and listen to you. You make me fucking crazy and I feel so fucked up for fantasizing about one of my students and it's so," I hushed him, with a peck on his lips and wide-eyed. Opening my mouth to say something, I couldn't form a sentence.

"I— Oh God, I— I have to go." with that, I gathered my stuff and literally ran out of the classroom. Of course I don't care about Luke in this moment, all I do is run through the corridors to my dorm, which is a one bed room. Thank God, I'm not sharing my room with anyone. The way I actually enjoyed that little peck on Luke's lips made me whine in frustration. There was this small sensation in my stomach, it was pulling downwards — right between my thighs.

A knock made me flinch and turn around. I had the door closed and looked at it with a horrific face expression. Another knock and I winced out of the stare, as I grabbed the doorknob and turned it, looking into a pair of icy blue eyes. Luke fucking Hemmings was right in front of me. Oh, I'm going to pass out.

"You forgot something." he tells me and I frown. What could I've possible forgot in this class and it couldn't wait for tomorrow? Luke stepped into my room closing the door and pushing me against it. "This." his lips land on mine, which made my heart nearly burst out of my chest. I whimpered, clinching onto Luke's golden mane. Dropping my bag, I wrapped my arms around him and enjoyed the feeling of his plump lips on mine.

The lips of my teacher, who's twenty-six and me, the student. Who's only stupid and eighteen. Of course I kiss him back, because I couldn't help it and like the way he was making me feel worthy of love. Or worthy of his love, which sounds stupid, but I still like to think that way.

"I can't get you out of my head, darling. Especially not after this." to be fair, I couldn't get him out of my head either. Instead, I just pulled him into my room and pushed him against the bed, to press my lips against his once again. His lips tasted like coffee and a bit of mint. His breath was shallow, almost as if he didn't wanted to breath, because I would let go or something like that.

"Luke." I mumbled against his lips, as I bit against his lower lip. He groaned and picked me up, only to turn me down on my bed. The sheets were cooling my body temperature down a bit, while my body was flaming hot. No matter what, even with Luke's sweet kisses, my body heat went crazy.

"Let me treat you the way you deserve, princess. Let me treat you like a lady." his whispers made me impatient and even though I'm still a virgin, I felt the sudden urge to give Luke my virginity, after all he's a man and knows what he's doing.

He's also my teacher, so I'll have to be careful.

I whimpered when I feel his hands on my waist, right under my shirt. Nevertheless I nodded, being ready for what Luke wanted me to give him. "Take it, Luke. Treat me like I'm yours." and the fact that I said this, made me even more dizzy. Luke smiled, taking me closer to his body. "You're so beautiful like this, darling. So, so pretty." with that, his warm fingers slid down the waistband of my pants. He undid it and throw it across the room.

The fact that Luke took his time with all this made me nearly cry under him. I know for a fact that he wouldn't just fuck me. Something was behind all of it, but I was too horny to care. His hands were soft, warm and even a bit sweaty, which meant that he was nervous as well. I smile through nervousness.

"I won't just take it yet, baby. A gentleman waits." his raspy voice made me blush. God, he could say anything and the chance would be very high, that I would be even wetter. My cheeks burned because of that stupid grin I had on my face. Luke licked his lips, looking at me, while he pulled my panties of my legs. His eyes were fucking focused on me.

Fuck, I was half naked in front of my teacher.

The teacher who's going to do stuff with me.

Unholy stuff.

"Where is that pretty mind of yours, love?" he whispered, pulling me even closer. His hands wandered to my bra, which he took off easily. His eyes traveled down my body and I swear to fucking God, I never felt so desired right now. Fingertips wandering over my skin, the goosebumps ran over me, like wildfire. Adrenaline shook through my body and all I wanted, was him to touch me like he needed to.

"Here. My mind is here." I whispered back, when Luke bites down onto his rosy lip. He looked so good while doing so. My hands traveled up to his shoulders, down to his shirt, which I started to unbutton. His tattoos suited him, they were really pretty on his pale skin. "It better stays the way. Need you to picture this into your mind, forever." with that, his lips started to work on me. Soft and light— until his kisses went south and that felt amazing.

"Luke— Oh my—" I couldn't say anything. It blew my mind, how a few kisses could leave me this speechless. My heart was jumping in my chest — no, it was hammering against my ribs and I felt it. It was almost painful. "Speechless, with just that? Sweet." I felt him smirking against my skin, as his lips wandered even more south, until he was on my inner thigh. My heart started beating faster, while his lips were so close to me. The next feeling was the most terrific feeling ever: Luke's tongue on me.

Moaning, I grabbed into his dark blonde curls, eyes rolling back and back arching to get more of this feeling. "Sweetheart, you're so fucking wet." he remarks, sliding his tongue into my slit, collecting all the wetness he caused. I bite my lip, my hips jerking slowly against his mouth. Luke pressed me against the mattress again, making me whimper in dissatisfaction.

"Please— I—I need more of it, Luke. Please!" my whimpers are pathetic. But Luke seemed to like it, which made me feel special. He's the first one, who came this close to me and he surely stay the first and last one. He dug his face deeper between my thighs, licking me like I'm some sort of ice cream, which felt absolutely amazing for the record.

"So untouched, fuck. Baby, you're a fucking treasure you know that?" he groans, right against my clit, making me moan and arch my back more, if that was possible. He slowly slid his finger into me, making me cry out on pleasure. "And all fucking mine, get it? You're mine, Roxanne." the way he spoke my name out. God, I'm so close.

"Luke—" I whimper, hearing his slow chuckle. "I know, baby. You're close. I feel it. Let it go for me. Cum, Roxy." he nearly begs, making my legs shake even fucking more. I hum in pleasure, sitting up so I can look at him. His blue eyes were darting into mine, as he finger fucked me to hell. I was all into him right now — his looks, his face, his hair. Every fucking thing.

I came. And I came pretty hard. It was my first ever orgasm, which felt fucking amazing, because I really felt like I was in heaven. "That's it. That's my good fucking girl." he softly says, watching me calm down slowly from the immense high I just got. My heart was still up to my ears and everything sounded like someone put his hands on my ears. I want this. I want Luke — in every way.

"Stay after class tomorrow, I'll show you even more, sweet girl." he grins, licking his lips, which had my taste on it, as he got up and buttoned his shirt back on. "I will, Professor Hemmings." biting my lips, I looked at him, while his blue eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw slowly. "Careful, princess. You might end up in trouble."

Oh, I gladly be in trouble…

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“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”

— j. iron word

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I’m such a Cal Kestis/Cameron Monaghan whore and I love it.

A Battle To Remember

Hey guys, its been a while. I just felt like writing but this time, its Star Wars!!! Also (s/n) means sith name, Its just the first two letters and the last two letters of your name but backwards.

EX: Jane Doe -> Jaeo

Warnings- Sith reader, slight masochism, oral (female receiving), face sitting, choking, degrading, just over all enemies, Cal is a smug bitch and creampie

You scan the area and turn around at shuffling from the rocks above. A figure emerges.

“Cal Kestis.” You state, mildly annoyed. “And I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.”

“(s/n), as stunning as ever. Had a bad feeling I'd see you here” Cal teases with a smirk jumping down into the broken down ship atop the rock tower.

You two shuffle, staying at bay before a rock falls startling you both into activating your lightsabers. The rain sizzles as it touches the glow of the saber, held by your opponent. The glow of blue across his pale face lights up the dark, foggy atmosphere. A strand of orange hair falls down onto his forehead before he charges towards you.

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69, Ashton Irwin

For all my Ashton Girlies! Edited work, sexual content, 3293 etc. etc.

It was a typical Sunday, so it was mine and my husband's cleaning day. Our four year old son, Lio was at Luke's and Sierra's place, since the youngest band member figured to give us as parents a little rest. Yet still there was always something to do in this house, so Ashton was currently making the dishes and I was folding clothes and throwing new loads into the wash machine. It was also a very warm day, so I was in a pair of shorts and a shirt from Ashton, not even in a bra.

"Babe, I did the - fucking hell." Ashton groaned, entering the spare room, where we had the wash machine and the dryer. I turned around, throwing a pair of Lio's shirts to him. "Don't go all horny on me, we have to clean up, until little Irwin is back." with a light chuckle, I turned back and bend over, to grab the stuff from the wash machine and let everything in the dryer. Ashton leaned against the doorframe, clearly enjoying me bending over. Let's be honest, that man was touch starved and the last time we two had sex was almost a year ago.

Ashton flipped me over, turning the wash machine on and putting me on it. "Ashton!" I squealed and smacked his shoulder. "You look so hot like that." the drummer leaned his forehead against mine and his hands were on my waist, softly tracing the stretch marks he so loved. "Lio will be back tonight and we need to clean up." I whine, even though I missed the idea of having sex with Ashton or be alone with him for some married couple things.

"We could also just fuck and clean up later?" he offered with a giggle. "Oh my god, why did I said yes again?" I peck on his lips, even though the vibration of the wash machine was making me more than just wet. "Maybe because I know what a g-spot is?" Ashton teased and his lips traced over my jaw softly, as he started sucking on the base of my neck. "Never felt that." I grinned lazily, when he quips his head up. Cocking his eyebrow up, he spread my legs, to stand between them. "Never felt that? That's why you were screaming my name when I fucked you, right?" grinning, he his one hand disappeared in my shorts, gasping at the fact that I weren't even wearing a pair of panties.

"Fuck me, baby! you can't just do that to me." he groans, teasing my entrance, when I pulled him closer. "Ashhh, please." a quiet whimper left my lips, his chuckle followed right after. "Want me to fuck you good, right?" he mumbled, his thumb rubbing my clit, making me jump in surprise. "Yes please." not even caring in which room we were, I shamelessly grabbed under Ashton's shirt, trying to find the waistband of his sweatpants. As I found that, I pulled it down, so I could sneak my hand over his warm skin, feeling his hard member on my fingertips.

Ashton responses with a throaty groan and I grinned, slowly moving my hand up and down, leading me to earn more and more grunts from him. "I need to be in you, fuck - like now." Ashton grabbed my wrist, to stop my movements, as he took his hand out of my shorts as well. He peeled them off and I pushed his sweatpants and boxershorts down, biting my lower lip at his free cock slapping against his lower stomach. Ashton hissed at the sudden action and grabbed his cock, slowly humping himself, while looking at me.

"With or without condom?" I asked and Ashton smiled. "How about we give Lio a sibling?" Ashton's giggle made me smile wider. "You want another baby with me?" cupping his cheeks and pecking his lips softly. "Of course, you're my wife and I love you." he whispers against my lips. My knees were on his sides and I pulled him even closer, when he thrusted in me slow, so I could adjust to his him.

My head fell back, causing Ashton to leave a couple sloppy kisses on my neck. "Feel so fucking amazing around me, baby." he mumbles, as he starts moving. His moves were nice and slow, just the way I like it. Ashton's eyebrows were furrowed, as he started to move with the movements of the wash machine. "Oh god, Ash!" I let out a strangled groan, which got swallowed by his lips, since he was kissing me roughly.

"Are you praying for me, baby?" a cocky grin was on my lips and I hummed. "Most definetely." I felt him going all the way deeper, making me cry out. "Oh, are you? Am I your God?" he grins, making me feel as good as never. "Why don't you find it out?" I sass and make him groan. "Why don't you go on your knees and show me?" he answers back and I opened my eyes.

"I should- what?" my wide eyes hasn't been unseen by him. "Shit, sorry. That sounded so horrible- babe, I'm sorry- what, what are you doing?" Ashton stops, when I pushed him back and lick hungrily over my lips. "I wanna do 69 with you." I told him truthfully, yet my cheeks are glowing making him grin. "You're so dirty." he grins, kissing me as we somehow managed to stumble in the bedroom. I knew Ashton needed to release, because when I jumped on the bed, ripping his sweatpants and boxershorts from his body, when he hovered over me and pulled my shirt off.

"You're so fucking pretty, angel." he murmurs against my nipple, making me moan and play with his hair. I pulled on the hem of his shirt, needing him to be naked. I loved seeing him half naked or naked, not just because he was my husband. He looked good, that for sure, but he also never judged somebody on their body and I never did as well, which made us both never judge about each other, means - we rarely fight.

"Love my wife so much." his kisses wandered down, making me smile and let out a moan. "I love my husband too." I told him, feeling of his lips curled into a smile. "My pretty girl." his smile held on, when he lied down on the bed and motioned me to sit on his face. Not gonna lie, I've never done something like this. It would be our first time doing something else than just riding, doggy or missionary.

The split second I felt his tongue on my clit, I whimpered. It was a new, unknown, but good feeling. "Are you okay?" his words were soft, making me moan. He must've known what he was doing, when he started flicking his tongue and slipping two fingers into my wet cunt. I moaned against his cock, since I slowly wrapped my lips around cock. Ashton and I were laying in the bed, hugging each others waist. I pulled him closer by the back of his thighs, when I heard him groan against me.

"Fuck— baby, do that again." Ashton bucked his hips against my mouth and I moaned, letting him groan against my pussy. His words are ragged, muffled through my thighs. My tongue drags along his thick vein, circling around the tip of his erection. There was no denying, that Ashton needed my tongue, as much as needed his.

"Ash, Oh my fucking— I think—" my whimpers were getting pathetic at some point and Ashton chuckled. That idiot chuckled against my dripping pussy and it had no right to feel thig sinfully good. The thing was, we hadn't had any sexual act in almost a year, so it would've been a quirky surprise if I wouldn't had climaxed in like the next ten minutes.

"Not yet, we just started, darling." his tongue circled around my clit, almost in a teasingly manner, which drove me absolutely insane. My cries got swallowed by his cock in my mouth, as I start to bob my head, only to pull my thoughts away from the rising climax in between my legs. My thighs were shaking and I knew, that I couldn't hold it.

"I can't, Ash. That's unfair—" I chocked out and tears filled my eyes, pumping Ashton with the rest which I couldn't fit into my mouth. Ashton twitched in my mouth, moaning loudly against my core. "Oh my God, Oh my God—" his hot breath ragging against my pussy, which made me clench my thighs around his head. He surely took his time with making me release, which made me whine and moan loudly.

"Fucking hell— cum. Please, please cum, baby." the way he begged me to cum, was simply the most fucking satisfying thing ever. My breath got quicker, as I started to let go. My eyes rolled back and the second I started to clench around Ashton's thick fingers, he filled his load right into my throat. His hips bucked up, quickly thrusting his high out, as I moved my folds on his face, just to calm down and feel his soft nose against my clit.

"Oh God, I love you so much." his words made me dizzier and the way his way was deep and filled with lust and heat — I could've cum again and over fucking again. I gagged, swallowing the most of his thick white juice, as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and prepped his golden skin with little kisses and nibbling on his hipbone softly. Ashton hummed at the tiny kisses and I felt his lips on my inner thigh, slowly sucking in a few love bites.

Ashton leaned against the pillow, while I had my head on his hipbone, almost falling asleep. "Come here, I'll let you a bath in." he offered, but I shook my head, feeling the wave of exhaustion rushing through me, which Ashton noticed. He sat up, pulling me up as well. I whined and had my eyes closed.

"I've got you. Should I help you, darling?" his voice was rough, due the heavy orgasm we both just had. I rolled over, fully exposing my body and Ashton smiled, grabbing my bathrobe. He helped me up and put the soft black silk around my body, as I leaned against his body. Ashton kissed my forehead and grabbed his towel, just to wrap it around his waist.

"You look beautiful." he whispers against my cheek, preppering some kisses as well. "That's my post-orgasmic face, you've seen it too often, baby." I sassed and he grinned, lifting me up. "It's not that, silly," he started and pecked on my lips, only sharing my own taste with me, as I shared his own taste as well.

"You look so fucking hot after I gave you head." he groans against my lips, slamming the bathroom door shut and pushing me against it. My cunt only got wetter with his words, so I fumbled with the band of my robe, to rip the thin fabric off of me. Ashton grinned against my lips, plugging his teeth right into my lower lip.

"—ngh, might—might need another one." my hands pulled on his hair, as I tried to speak with his teeth between my lips. Ashton's breathe hitched in his throat, I could literally hear and fucking feel it.

"You want me to go down on you again?" his words were a cure to all my problems. Sexual problems. My heart nearly stopped beating, when I felt his knee right between my legs, moving slow and teasingly wrong.

"A-Ashton, come on. I need— Oh my God, Ash." my pathetic whimpers made him chuckle. He started to move his thigh against my clit, but all I wanted was his tongue or that glorious cock of his. God, I would do anything for him to fuck me against this bathroom door. My body was going rigid, as his lips nips down and I moaned against his ears, needing him more than any other super high priority bullshit.

He pulled his thigh away, letting me down. "Holy God, y/n— you'll be the death of me, pretty girl." his voice could cut through paper — or my pussy. My heart was hammering against my chest and Ashton literally only looked at me and held me onto the door, nibbling on my skin. Then he did something, which made me cry out and almost get weak in the knees. A move to make every fucking move on this planet weak.

He grinds his hips against mine, groaning lowly into my ear. "Fuck head, I'll be pounding in that cunt, to make your pussy squeeze as hard as never around my cock. I'm gonna make you scream, pretty girl." his lips were on that sweet spot everyone has, which could make you melt into your partner's arms — or fall, in my case.

"Just do it already, Ash. I'm dripping, come on." my words made him grin. He lifted me up, sliding into me with ease. I rolled with my eyes, loving the feeling of him. "Wanting this? Feeling my cock buried deep into your wet cunt, my sweet, sweet girl." the amount of petnames he gave me and the amount of wetness I've felt every damn time is so pathetic actually.

"Fuck— you feel so, so good in me," I managed to spit out, my breathe going rapid, as Ashton started to thrust - no, hammer into me without any softness. "so fucking good and that's all I've wanted, baby." and it was the actual truth. All I wanted was Ashton to fuck me senseless somewhere in our house. The drummer let out a choked moan, which sounded too hot for my liking and it was a mix out of a whine and an actual moan.

The way Ashton could make me feel things I've never felt is unbelievably satisfying in any way. In a sexual way, a soft way. I remember when we had met, when we were both twenty-two. God, his hands never left my body, sexually. He used to take any opportunity to fuck me everywhere. In his car. In the restaurant, where he ate me out and never ate the actual food he ordered for himself. We even fucked on a yacht, which he rented when we had our fourth date. Best night of my goddamn life.

"Where is that pretty mind of yours, sweetheart? Come back to me, I feel you clenching." his jaw looked like it was going to snap and I whimpered, feeling my wet thighs, since apparently I was too needy for my liking. "A-Ash, I'm—" I couldn't even finish, the way his cock slammed against my G-Spot was an unbelievably good pain.

"I know," he answered rapidly. "I've got you, darling. Cum around my cock, pretty girl." his voice was a rough, ragged breath. "Ashton, Ashton, Oh my— fuckkk!" it was a cry out in help, maybe in pain and pleasure, because the way he fucked me against this damn door was oddly satisfying. My thighs started shaking, I was a wreck under Ashton's touch. My sight got blurry and I teared up, which I usually did, when I was pretty much fucked.

Ashton rode my high out, before he pulled out and started to pump himself. "Can I— ngh, can I cum on your pretty face, sweet girl?" the way he asked, with his eyes closed and chest falling and rising rapidly. He opened his hazel eyes, looking directly into mine. "Quick, y/n— fuck, I'm really fucking close." he whimpers, biting onto his lip. I slid down the door, looking at him.

"You can." I told him with a look which really made him even crazier. "Open that pretty mouth of yours, darling. Tongue out." he demanded and I did as he told me to. Soon enough, I heard his choked up moans and whimpers, my hands were soothingly rubbing his thick thighs, as Ashton coated my face with his thick and hot juice. To be fair, I had no problem with it. As Ashton stroked out his high, he knelt down to me.

"Eat it." his voice sounded heavy, when I dragged my tongue onto my lower lip, licking his cum off. Ashton lowered his face onto mine, licking his own cum from my jaw, as he pressed his lips onto mine, letting his tongue in, as if he didn't needed an invitation - which he didn't. Our tongues were heavily fighting, when I pulled him even closer by his waist, which is one thing he loves about us being together. He loves it, when I pulled him in by his waist.

"Sit." I mumbled, against his lips, as my tongue was still fighting with his. Ashton, hummed, sitting on the floor, as I crawled onto his lap. Without no hesitation, I sat onto his cock, making my husband moan loudly. "Oh God, you're being too grateful for Luke taking Lio, don't you, sweet girl?" his chuckle was breathy, but in general it looked good. His red cheeks, puffy curls from all my pulling, the sweat spreading over his golden delicate skin.

"Maybe, it's a good thing." I giggled against his lips, starting to move. Many bipolar pornographic sounds came out of our mouths - especially mine. "—feels fucking amazing. Riding me perfectly fine, fuck—" Ashton's breathy moans made me throb even more. "Have you an idea how fucking good you sound, Ash?" I whimper against his, plugging on his lower lip. "Have you a fucking idea how perfect you feel?" his fingers dug into my skin and I cried out in pleasure.

"I love fucking you like this. I love your pussy, it's so tight and perfect and— Oh my God—" his words were short cut, as his third orgasm washed him over, making his thighs tense, hard. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" his head was buried in the crook of my neck, where I was soothingly dug my nails into his scalp. I started to bounce, only to make my climax build in my stomach.

"Ash. Ashton, Oh my God— I'm gonna—"

"Shh, don't. I feel it, look at me. Don't close those pretty eyes of yours." his tender voice made me moan and open my eyes. Warm fingertips on my back and hazel eyes pierced in mine just encouraged me to cum even harder on his cock.

"Ashton, fucking— Ashton!" the orgasm rips through me, my body shaking violently and I directly fall into Ashton's chest, letting him wrap his arm around me. My pathetic whines and whimpers don't even stop. Not until I rode my high out and closed my eyes in satisfaction. My heart was beating - no, hammering against my chest and I looked up.

"You did so good, baby." his soft coe made me blush and I smiled. "You're cheeky." I remarked, making him smile. "You love it." he sassed and grabbed my chin softly, so I was forced to look into those beautiful eyes of his. "I love you." I told him, which was the truth, I truly, deeply loved him in any way possible. "And I love you, my love." he smiled.

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* hard dreams, lashton

This is a original work of mine, I have this as a whole book, but I decided to post this snippet here:) 2,1k words, edited work for once! 

Whoever told Luke Hemmings, that he should do a sleepover with his best friend Calum Hood, would've get a fist into their face, but he actually ended up having Calum crashing at his place. Luke wasn't even mad at Calum, they are best friends since elementary school and Luke really loved him dearly. In high school, Calum hang around with the "bad kids" from the school. One of them was Ashton Irwin, that doesn't matter to Calum. He was head over heels crushing over his best friend: Michael Clifford. And since that short glance, Ashton and Luke shared, Luke's mind couldn't get those hazel eyes off of his mind. His heart was racing, every time Calum mentioned those two troublemakers and he never said a single word about Ashton Irwin. Calum had the weird habit of coming with surprises, every time he's with Luke. And today, this surprise was breathing, big and it had red hair – Michael Gordon Clifford.

"I still can't believe your mum is out off town, along with your brothers!" Calum grins, making himself comfortable on the couch, while Michael sat next to him, his pale arm on Calum's tanned shoulder. The pale boy chuckled at him.

"How old are your brothers again?" the red haired boy, who recently bleached his hair red (well, it almost looked orange to Luke though) looks at Luke.

"Ben is the oldest, he's 22. Jack is the second oldest, he's 21 and then there is me. I'm 18." Luke mumbles, hating to talk about his oh-so loved brothers. He loved Jack and Ben dearly but he hates talking about them, since their mother was always praising her two oldest sons. Never Luke, well never really Luke. She said sweet nothings to him, but he always shrugged them off, with a small smile.

"Let's go out." Luke blurts, not being able to spend another second with Michael and Calum under one roof. Not because Calum and Michael were gay, oh no. Luke didn't mind that. It was just – the Michael Clifford is almost dry fucking Calum Hood, his best friend and the youngest boy wasn't really in the mood to see that.

"Sure, I'll call Ash and we can drive around with his car." Michael offered, getting up and leaving the living room. The split-second Michael left, Calum shrieked into a pillow. The boy with the ring on his lips rolled with his eyes, he isn't jealous, but it was utterly annoying. As Michael came back, Luke slipped his Vans over his feet and Calum got into his outworn Converse.

"Ash's picking us up in like five." Michael said, sliding into his Vans as well. Luke bite on his lip ring, pulling on the cold, black metal around the side of his lower lip. He wasn't a fan of the whole situation, but he didn't want Calum to be sad, so he just agreed to this all. Stepping outside, Luke looked the front door, putting the keys in his pocket, when he heard the familiar sound of kissing noises, belonging to no one different than Calum Hood and Michael Clifford.

"You do that on fucking purpose!" the youngest exclaimed and rolled with his eyes, when Michael turned to him. His lips glossy and swollen from the hungry kiss he just had.

"Just walk a bit and let me make out, my god." the red haired boy groaned and pressed his lips back on Calum's, who was panting and begging Michael with glances to kiss him again. Luke turned around, not needing to see his best friend, having the school jock's tongue down his throat... or elsewhere.

"Breadstick!" the familiar voice of no one, but Ashton Irwin rang in his ears, when Luke looked up. He hated that nickname, just like fratboy.

"Stop calling me breadstick!" Luke scowled, feeling suddenly little in Ashton's hazel gaze. The oldest boy shrugged, not caring about what Luke just said. Sighing, Luke ruffled his own hair, pulling on the roots and calming himself down. He was feeling annoyed; he just wanted to play video games with Calum and fill his stomach with junk food, but now, Michael and Ashton were here. What a glorious Friday-Night. He just wanted to stay home. Sitting in the car, Calum and Michael joined.

"Can't I just stay home?" Luke tried to ask, but Calum shot him a death glare, silencing his best friend.

"Jeez, so worked up." he heard Ashton mumble and glared at him.

"I never wanted to be here in the first place, so stop being cocky." Luke snaps back, as he looked into Ashton's hazel eyes.

"Could you two stop?" Michael broke off of Calum's lips. They were having a pretty heated make-out session in the backseats. Luke gagged at the memory, when Calum had sex, with Michael on Luke's couch. He had to cleanse the whole couch, just because of them.

"He started it, by calling me breadstick!" Luke blurts out, now cringing at the way he said it.

"He called you what?" Calum couldn't help but snort at his best friend.

"You know what? Forget it. I'm going back home." Luke announced, leaving the car and grabbing his keys from his pocket.

"You're no fun!" Ashton groaned, but climbed out of his car. Luke wide-eyed, the nervous pitch in his stomach make him shake a bit and the air suddenly got colder. Ashton isn't going to pick him up and drag him back to the car, right? Luke unlocked the door with shaky hands, leaning against the frame, as he stepped inside the house.

"Have fun with Cal and Michael." Luke shrugs, making Ashton huff in response. "Fine, but if you're calling Calum, begging him, to tell me that I should pick you up, I'm telling you – I won't." ouch. Luke felt left alone and Ashton's words were somehow harsh.

"Fuck you." Luke spat, banging the door shut, hoping Ashton jumped just like Luke did at the sudden loud sound.

With a cranky mood, Luke got into his room. He pulled his jacket on the side of his bed and yawn. How could he be tired at 11:46PM? The blonde boy pulled his pants on his stool and his band shirt landed on the floor, as well as his socks, when he lied under his good smelling blanket. Way more better, than hanging out with Ashton and Michael, no offense, Calum. Luke thought with a soft smile on his lips. He cuddled into his pillow and closed his blue eyes.

Wherever he looked, it was dark. The split-second, Luke moved, he felt arms around his body. Hot kisses prepping on Luke's burning skin made him stifle back a whimper. His throat was dry and he had a lump, not being able to talk. His legs felt like jello and eyes closed, he actually enjoyed the kisses. Whoever this kisser was, he knew what to do and how to kiss the right places on his neck, chest and lower stomach. Luke was hard, rock hard. He bucked his hips, trying to get the attention on his cock. Hazel eyes met Luke's baby blue ones and Luke groaned, as he felt something warm around his lips. With a more closer look, he saw lips around his erection.

"Fuck, you're so good." Luke moaned out, as the mysterious person continued to suck his rock hard cock. Luke buried his skinny fingers into brown curls, pulling on them. He was a panting mess, not being able to breathe. His high was coming closer and all he wanted to was release right now.

"I'm going to- fuck," Luke couldn't even finish the sentence, feeling a wave of euphoria hit him. His loud groans turned into pathetic whimpers. The person under him, crawled up, when he looked into Ashton's face.

"Ashton?" Luke gasped, feeling his heartbeat drop.

"Wake up." he whispered, getting louder.

"Wake up."

Luke jolted up, his forehead sweating and his lungs desperately trying to get air. The morning light was shining into the gaps of the curtains. Luke gasped, looking around. He lifted his blanket up and blushed. He was hard, he was rock hard. And he was leaking, hell he never leaked that amount of pre-cum. The damp spot in his boxershorts made Luke flinch in discomfort. He got up, rubbing the sleep of his face. Grabbing into the drawer, he blindly pulled another pair of briefs, as he sat back on his bed and gulped. He had to get it off, else he would get moody and all whiny. Luke groaned, his mind recalling the dream from minutes ago. Pulling his briefs from his legs, he lied butt-naked on his bed, wrapping his hand around his hard cock. He sucked in a breath, as he closed his eyes and recalled the wet dream. His mouth fell open, as his thumb pressed over the tip of his cock. His eyebrows furrowed and his breath quickened.

"Oh my-" he stopped, but recalled that no one was home. He could be as loud as possible.

"Fuck, Ashton!" Luke didn't know, how he got it to moan Ashton's name, but he didn't liked that. Pumping his hard cock, Luke felt himself coming closer over the edge. His legs tensed and Luke's eyes rolled back.

"Oh, fucking- shit!" with a final thrust into his own hands, he splashed his warm cum onto his stomach and his head flew back into his pillow. Grabbing a tissue, he wiped the cum off of his stomach and threw the tissue in the bin next to his nightstand. Luke grabbed his fresh boxershorts, getting in them, as he heard the ring loudly. Grabbing his sweatpants, he gets in them and goes downstairs. Opening the door, he looked into Calum's face, who looked like he got screwed through the whole night.

"Good morning!" Calum wanted to do their handshake, but Luke refused.

"Haven't washed my hand." was all he said and Calum got it, grinning teasingly.

"Lukey did the nasty with himself." Calum stated and Luke went into the bathroom, washing his hands quickly.

"Calum, what do you want?" Luke asks instead and made his best friend laugh.

"Can't we all go to that skaterpark?" Calum asked, his eyes glistening with hope.

"Is Ashton there?"

"Yes."

"Go alone.

"Oh, come on!" Calum whined and looked at his best friends.

"Calum, I love you. But no. Also I need to clean up. You see how the house looks like." Luke states and Calum rolls with his eyes.

"Come on, just this one time. Please!" he begged and Luke shook his head.

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"Calum, stop."

"Please."

"Fucking hell, fine!"

Calum grinned at Luke's response, when he sat onto the couch and grab the controller for the PS3.

"Now, let me beat your ass at soccer." Calum states and Luke sits next to him.

"You fucking owe me, mate. You owe me a big one." Luke growls and starts playing.

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i learned my lesson when i felt you slip away.

complete mess, 5sos5

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5 | hidden

( 1,1k words, unedited work )

Luke Hemmings

It was a whole year which had passed, when I turned twenty-six, where y/n was finally done studying and where we both moved in together as an official couple. Glenda didn't knew about us, which made it hard for y/n. I understand her fear of getting pushed away by her own mother, so she hasn't said anything yet. The only people who know of all this are Calum and Michael, that's it.

"No, mom. I'm fine, it's just a thirty minutes drive away from our old place." y/n stepped into the living room, making Petunia — our dog — get up and bark happily. Same, Petunia. I missed her too. Y/n kissed my cheek, when she stepped behind the couch and smiled. I whispered her a quick "Hi." before kissing her cheek as well. "Mom, no! Nothing is ready yet." her panic filled voice made me frown.

The actual truth was, that I proposed to y/n a month ago and now it's our three years anniversary together. I think, if it was up to her, she would've let the wedding and everything planned. Well for me too, but it's just this secret keeping thing. It annoys us both. I hate to see y/n cry, because she can't tell her friends how great I'm treating her and she can't really show the ring off. It makes me sad and I feel horrible.

"Luke, we need to tell her." y/n came back, making me furrow my eyebrows. "Are you sure? You know my parents—" she cut me off, with a glare "She's my mother!" she then snapped and I sighed. "Baby, I know! I just don't want Glenda to hate you." I pull the aspiring teacher on my lap and kiss her cheek. She let out another deep sigh. "I want her to come to our wedding, you know?" her hands played with my curls and I smiled. "I would want that too, but I'm just thinking of you. It would make me feel horrible if you're crying on our wedding day." I reply, kissing her lips, when she smiled.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. "So, what do you think? Wanna tell them officially?" she whispers softly into my ear and I hum. Nothing more than that. "I would love to." I whisper back, rubbing her sides, under the thin material. "But is it really urgent, baby?" I added, making her sigh. "I mean, not really. Well at some point, yes. But not entirely. I think it can wait. It has to." she speaks and I smile, loving the way she tries to talk it soft.

Y/N

I don't know if he was hurt, but I feel horrible and I wanted to disappear right now. This wasn't fair against Luke and we both knew it. I didn't wanted to make him think, that I'm hiding him. At some point I am, but I definitely don't intended to.

"Baby, please don't cry." Luke takes my hand and I only shook my head. "I feel horrible, Luke!" I told him truthfully, despite that I felt like I made him worked up for nothing. I could throw myself out of the window, because I really didn't know if Luke was sad or mad at me.

"Luke—"

"Shh, it's okay. Hey, I'm not mad. I totally get it, baby." he whispers softly, wrapping his arms around me. It took me solid five minutes to calm down, then he told me about the colors he thought about doing our wedding, which I found adorable. His blue eyes light up and it was the sweetest thing honestly. I would've kissed and hold him, until I he was out of breath.

"I mean we can't really go wrong with light brown and white, right?" his words made me giggle and shake my head. Sitting in front of many magazines and Luke's MacBook and my IPad in front of me, we looked out for the venue and the theme. On Pinterest we've created a board of our inspiration. Luke and I were laying in our bed, cuddling with Petunia and looking on his MacBook, for wedding venues. He found a couple beautiful ones in Australia. We decided to do it, not caring about anyone right now��� as long as it's Luke and I, I couldn't be happier. We also agreed to a beach marriage, which I'm stoked to plan.

"Calum and Michael can be your best man and—" but he cut me off, with a small shake of his head. "Then you don't have no one. Let's just don't do this bachelorette thing. We all could have a nice evening here at our place, have dinner, drink some wine and have bomb ass sex?" there was this smug grin I loved. "Bomb ass sex, huh? We do have that almost every night, Lucas." I grin and he made a face, because I called him Lucas. Calum started that insider months ago, I'm just continuing it.

"You know what I mean."

"Oh yeah, I do. Where you'll fuck me in our honeymoon against every wall and tell me how much you adore me, while I literally yell, that it's right there." I sassed back and Luke turned us over, so I was under him. "Baby, I would watch it if I were you." his words were making my knees go weak. I licked over my lips and looked into his deep blue eyes, while I pulled him closer with the waistband of his boxershorts. The perks of sleeping half naked with your boyfriend.

"What if I'm not? Will you fuck me in my place?" I tease and Luke groaned, making me smile. "I would, but I'm too sore from last night." he admits shamelessly and I chuckle. "How come you're more sore than I am?" I pout, feeling his stubbles on my skin, making me pant slightly. Luke's hands were above my head, tangled with my hands. He grins and starts sucking on my skin.

"I don't know, maybe I just know how to fuck my fiancé?" he points out, making me giggle. "Oh that for sure." I grin and he looked into my face. His smile is bigger than anything in this world, which made my poor little heart almost cry in adoration. That men is adorable, how did I get so lucky?

"I am so fucking in love with you, y/n Hemmings."

"I love you, Luke Hemmings."

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4 | own place

( 3,k words, unedited work )

Luke Hemmings

She cheated too. I wasn't surprised and we both didn't really were mad at each other. Glenda found someone in her age and she was extremely anxious, that I would be mad or hurt, but I wasn't, so I gave her the okay. Everything happened actually quite fast after that, I found a flat and moved out, y/n was at my place, helping me with furniture, because I insist that she should at least do the bedroom, since we were going to move in together anyways. I sometimes drove her from my place to college, then I picked her up. Just today she was going to come over alone.

My door rang and I jumped up, jogging to it, seeing y/n, along with Michael and Calum. Those boys really grew on me and it was really funny to have them around, especially Michael, who was constantly picking on Calum, even though he's his boyfriend.

"Hey Hemmo!" Calum greets me, the second he stepped inside and gave me a handshake. Michael salutes me with a military greeting. "Sup, sucker?" he grins and I raise an eyebrow, when I heard him huff, then I saw that Calum smacked the back of his head. "Be kind, you fucking asshole." he snaps, making y/n giggle. She put her bag down and walked up to me, wrapping her skinny arms around my neck.

"Hi." her giggles were the most cutest sound I've ever listened and God, I loved hearing them. "Hey baby." I whisper against her lips, kissing them and wrapping my arms around her lower back. Y/n's lips tasted like cappuccino, which made me think that she drank one in her last class or before she got home.

"Guys, we're still here." Michael whines, so I broke off. "Dude, I'm literally next to you!" Calum interjects and Michael grins. "Can't kiss you without getting a hard on." Michael looks at his boyfriend, who rolled with his eyes, playfully. "Bet."

"—what do we do today?" y/n chirms in and I was thankful, because I couldn't really listen to Michael and Calum getting horny in my apartment. "I'll continue to put the bed together, so I don't have to sleep on the couch." I arched my back, letting it crack, when y/n cringed.

"Don't do that!" she scrunches her face, so I grinned and cracked my fingers. "Luke, I mean it! That's disgusting. Luke—" her whine made it funnier, because Michael and Calum cracked their fingers as well. "You're not complaining when Luke cracks you up." Michael shrugs, making me choke on air, while the girl next to me only blushed.

"Clitford, another word and I'll be the one throwing you out." she says with a red face. "Did you just called him Clitford?" I snort and looked down to y/n, who nodded. "I did." her grin was unbelievably adorable. "Wait, you two didn't had sex yet, right?" Michael was bold to say that, so y/n wide eyed. "Michael!" her cheek were so red and it was the sweetest thing I've seen so far. "No, we didn't." I answered casually, when y/n turned to me and gave me a look of playfully disappointment. I grinned and watched her as she goes to the bedroom, where we already started to put the pieces of the bed out. Turns out y/n is way more better in putting furniture together, than I was. She did the shelves all by herself and the only few things I did, was to do electricity stuff or stuff where I had to get like up super high.

"Calum and I do the living room, just like yesterday." Michael announces, making me nod. Y/n and I got in the bedroom where I grabbed the screwdriver and passed another one to y/n. She sat on the ground, doing her job, while I tried to be a help.

"How's your mom?" I ask, making her look up and frown. "She's good, Ashton and her are getting somewhere." she smiles and I nodded. Glenda deserved to be happy and I really was happy for her. "How are you?" y/n looked at me. "I've never been better, angel." I told her truthfully, because it was the actual truth. I felt so happy and so comforted with y/n.

I decided to turn on some music, so we had at least a little fun while putting everything together. I mainly watched y/n or hum along to the songs, while y/n put everything together, She rarely asked me for help, but I did as much as I could. Around two hours, I put the freshly changed bedsheets on the bed, since we were actually done with our bedroom. God, I still can't believe that we're almost living together.

Y/N

Luke, Calum, Michael and I were sitting on the couch, watching some random documentary, when the two boys got up. "We gotta bounce. Calum needs to go to work and so do I." Michael sighs, since it was actually getting dark, Michael's shift at the bar starts and Calum's shirt at the gas station.

"Walk yourselves out, I'm comfortable." Luke yawned, cuddling onto my chest. I giggled, waving the two boys, before I watch them leave and turn to Luke, who had his eyes closed. "You only have two months of college left, baby." he whispered and I smiled, nodding. "I know, but thanks for reminding me." I sassed, Luke opens his eyes, cocking an eyebrow.

"Sassy much." he chuckled, pecking on my lips. "I couldn't help it." I reply, rolling over, so I was laying over his legs. Luke looked down to me, a big smile on his lips. My heartbeat paced up and it felt like I just ran three times through Australia. I didn't knew, how he actually could do this to my poor heart, but it was always a good feeling with him.

My fingertips touched his jaw, loving the feeling of his stubbles on my fingertips, also tracing the prominent jaw of his. "I'm so in love with you." it grew onto Luke to say that, instead of "I love you" because those three words were way to special for us. We only said those words when we felt like we needed more than just our physical touch. Even though we still hadn't had sex till this day and to be honest, I was waiting. My first time should be beautiful and Luke knows, that I was waiting for the perfect time.

"And I'm in love with you, baby." I looked up to meet his blue eyes, which I still adored looking at. I will never get bored, when I look in his eyes. They always were a different shade of blue. Sometimes deeper than the ocean, sometimes brighter than the sky. Another thing I found out— Luke was a sucker for me calling him baby or any other cute nickname. I caught him blushing over it and since then I just call him like that.

"Wanna get some rest?" he asks, pulling the hair clip from my hair, opening my ponytail and letting my hair fall onto my shoulder, when I got up. Luke's face lowered and his lips hovered over my jaw, making me lick my lips moisten them, because his kisses literally make my throat dry. Another thing I've noticed— Luke loves it when I have my hair falling down on my shoulders. I don't know why, but it was the sweetest compliment he ever gave me.

My eyes met his. "Do we have to? I'm not even tired." and it was true, I felt like screaming at the world, how happy I actually was. Luke chuckled, his hands on my lower back, caressing soft patterns under my shirt, spreading the familiar warmth over my body. "What should we do then, baby?" Luke's one hand brushed a strand of my hair away and I blushed at his gesture. God, that men knew what he was doing.

"You tell me." I whisper, our lips close to each other, when Luke's eyes looked from my eyes to my lips, causing me to smile. "Hmm— I have a few ideas. I just need consent." his smug grin was growing wider, when he picks me up and goes with me to the bed. I squealed, kissing his cheek and nose non stop, just to earn that laugh I adored from him. I always felt special, when Luke and I cuddled and he told me how much of a better man I've made him. It was honestly mind blowing, because receiving this much love from someone, who wasn't even used to this is beautiful. It was beautiful to see him grow onto my love.

I leaned against the headboard of the bed, watching Luke crawl on top of me and smile softly. His one hand was next to my head and the other one was on my waist. "Give me the greenlight, baby. I can give you what you need." he whispers, making me look up into his deep blue eyes. I nodded, not even able to speak. I want it — Luke knew how much. This was perfect, it was alright and I just needed it.

"Tell me it's alright, baby. Say it." he demands softly, lips tracing over my jaw, up to my ear, where I loved his kisses the most. I whimpered, my hands fisting the plain white shirt which he wore. "Please—" my heart was beating into my ears and I felt Luke's naked knee spreading my legs. He only fore a pair of white shirt and a black shorts, which really made me see things, I keep wanting to see. His bulge for example or his thighs, where I found out, that I have an unhealthy obsession. Every time Luke and I would cuddle, my head was on his thigh or I was resting my arms against it.

"Please what, baby. Talk to me." he totally knew what he was doing and I was so putty in his hands, which made us both crave for more. "I want it, Luke. I'm ready." I bite my lip, chewing on it, watching his reaction. His eyes light up and there was a soft smile on his pink lips, when he reconnected our lips and lead the stormy kiss. I was desperate for his touch and every time we're touching each other again, it feels like we haven't touched each other in ages. Even though the last time was almost two weeks ago, where I was on my knees for him.

Or where he fucked my mouth.

Luke's tight shorts rubbed against my legs. I wore a pair of baggy jeans, since this was my today's outfit. Luke's yellow tie-dye shirt, with the Rolling stones logo and a pair of chucks, but they were in the hallway. I let out a small whimper, because Luke was already semi hard and whatever he did, my jeans had to get off, like now. So my hands wander down my body, unbuckling my jeans and making Luke chuckle against my mouth.

"You're impatient, baby, aren't you?" he grins and pecks several times on my lips. "I need to get off of my jeans, Luke." I whine, when he sits between my spread legs and pulls my jeans down, spreading kisses over my thighs and stomach. My hands tugged on his beautiful blonde curls, earning little grunts from him. His lips trailed back up to me, as we broke off to tear his shirt from his body. My hands slide down his chest, leaving red stripes on his body, making Luke groan.

His eyes look into mine. "You love to mark me up, don't you, little girl?" he bites his lip and I felt his his moving against mine. I moaned and tried to give him the answer he wants, but I think he got it, when I moaned repeatedly against his lips. Luke hisses, doing those heavenly actions over and over again. His lips hovering over mine and his chain brushed against my neck. His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and looking at my half naked state. My hands traveled up to the nap of his neck, playing with his hair and pulling his lips even closer to mine, if that was possible.

"Are you sure you want it, baby? We can stop anytime." he groans against my lips and I nod. "I am sure, Luke. I promise." I whisper against his lips, causing him to smile. God, his smile. Luke nodded, getting out of his shorts, leaving us in our briefs, when I undid my bra and threw it across the room. Luke's face was buried in between my breasts, kissing and nipping at my skin, earning whimpers and moans.

"Luke—"

When I felt him sucking on my nipple, I whined loudly. Luke's large hand groped the other one, as my hands wandered down to his boxershorts, suddenly in need to hear his moans and groans, just because of me. I slide one hand in his boxershorts, wrapping my hand around his hard cock, which lead Luke to groan. He didn't hesitate to buck his hips into my fist and bites his lip, when his one hand traveled down right into my panties.

"Fuck— you're so wet." he rasps out, directly sliding two fingers into my wet cunt. Luke knows that I didn't even needed adjustment, at least not to his fingers anymore. He started to move his fingers, slow and deep, making me squirm and arche my back. I want— fuck, I need more. Luke looked at me, his eyes on me, enjoying the feeling he gives me and I give him. It was unbelievably good and I could cum right now, but I needed to feel him in me, to cum. And I knew, that Luke wanted that as well.

Pulling our briefs away and leaving us naked, Luke rummaged in the nightstand. He came back with a little package between pointer and middle finger. Honestly, if I couldn't read him that well, I would never be able to tell that he is nervous. As much as I was and that was a lot. I mean, I wanted it, but I was also really nervous. Giving and getting head is different than having the actual act. It felt more intimate and deeper, but I know that I could trust Luke. I know that he would never judge me and neither would I.

"I love you." his words warmed my heart and that was what I meant with more than just physical contact. We need the consent from both sides and it was fully there. Luke pecked on my lips and brushed a strand of my hair back, when he ripped the condom package open and I watched him, with my lips between my teeth. We were both under the blanket, not because it was cold, but it felt more comfortable. Just because we had seen each other naked many times, doesn't meant it that we had to everytime. Not that I hate to see his body, because I seriously do not. His body was God like.

"I love you too, Luke." I gasp, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit. Luke intertwined our hands and pushing my hands above my head. I couldn't touch or reach into his hair, but I let him. I knew he was nervous, but he also knows that I trust him — with my whole life. There isn't anything I would not let him do to me. Not in a bad way. Because we both knew, we couldn't hurt each other.

"Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop." his lips were on my neck, sucking another purple mark into my skin. With that, he slowly thrusts himself into my entrance. It was a new feeling and felt unfamiliar. My eyes fluttered shut and I dug my nails into the back of Luke's hand. A loud— very loud whine escaped from my lips and Luke stayed like that, letting me get adjust to his erection. It was no use, I know what pain I would espect. And I also know that having him buried in me would feel different than having him deep down my throat.

"Holy— y/n!" Luke's moan was like music in my ears and it made me whimper. "Baby, you feel so good." he coos, pressing soft kisses on my chest, up to my neck, where he found the spot I liked a lot. I moaned, my legs angled and hands above my head. Luke stayed like that, just waiting for my sign to continue. I grit my teeth, knowing that this won't leave me unharmed. I know that there is first time bleeding.

"Luke— I—" that was my sign and Luke lifts his head, only to make sure that I meant it. "Please, Luke—" my eyes were digging into his, when Luke grabbed into my thigh, wrapping it around his waist, to use me all the way we both pleased. Grunts and whimpers escaped from Luke and he let go of my hands, so I could pull him down by the nap of his neck. When Luke started to move, he start of slow, but it didn't even took a minute and I was begging for him to go faster.

His teeth sunk into my lower lip. "You like that, right there?" he rasps, nudging that spot, where I felt the most sensitive. Luke looked down at me, his eyes deep blue, as if I would look into the ocean. The sounds we both made — the bangs with the wooden bed against the wall, our loud breaths and the sound of our skin clapping against each other — they were pornographic and honestly addicting.

"Oh God, I'm—" the bubbles of my orgasm made me moan and dig my nails into his skin. "Ah, ah, not yet, baby." Luke grinned and slowed down, slower than before and it made me cry out. "I'm not done with you yet." he whispers into my ear, still nudging my g-spot with every deep and slow thrust. "Can you hold it for me, baby?" he asks softly, making me nod.

"Fuck— y/n, you sound so fucking—" no one could finish any sentence, as much as I would love to hear what he's going to say. "God— don't stop. You feel so—" a high moan ripped itself from my throat and Luke hit the same spot over and over again. I felt myself getting ready for my orgasm, so I closed my eyes trying to hold it back. I wanted to let go with Luke, who by now switched our positions. My legs were angled around his waist, as he kept on nudging the same spot.

He let out a low groan. "Oh God— fucking hell, I—" I felt him twitching, my eyes widened and my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close for a sloppy make out session. Grunts and moans left our lips, the sounds that no one would keep to themselves. Listening to Luke coming closer to the edge was the nerve wrecking things ever. He sounds so good.

"Cum with me, baby." Luke's jaw was locked, when we both looked at each other and within one seconds our hips bucked against each other and my mouth fell open. My eyes closed and I was washed over by feelings no one could ever believe me, if I would tell them. Luke's groan was swallowed by me, since I pulled him down for a kiss and wrapped my arms around him. It was so good and I never felt like this.

Riding our highs out, Luke slowly pulled himself out of me. His arms pulled me on his body and I winced at the dull ache he was leaving. I place my head on Luke's chest and smile like an idiot, while Luke was playing with my hair and kissed my forehead.

"It was amazing." I whisper, placing a sweet kiss on his chest. Luke looked at me, smiling just like me, when he cupped my cheek and pecked on my lips. "I'm so in love with you." he whispers and I scoot closer to nuzzle my nose in his neck. "I'm in love with you."