#lukehemming

[uservalentine]

[calumscaramel]

4/4 Solo Albums!

[wonderland-irwin]

The thing with liking 5SOS, and their solo music endeavours, is that they’re like cats. They go missing. They hide. And you look around stupidly for them, but they’re right in front of your face, you just can’t see them and then POW they attack you from behind and scare the crap outta you, and walk away like absolutely nothing happened

[theresnothingliketherain]

Here is a dumb meme I made:

[foreverdreamingxblog-blog]

Petals - Luke Hemmings (3)

Warning: This contains highly adult and explicit content. Please do not continue if you are underage. 6.5k+ words this chapter.

Masterlist for sites and previous chapters here.

Chapter 3: Basic Rules

This week has been so long. It was genuinely feeling like it would never end. While I came to LA to be a writer in some capacity, it is not that easy to get your foot in the door or make money, so I obviously had to get a job that comes first before that if I wanted to afford rent and other things. Naturally, the easiest job to come by is something in customer service. So where did I end up? At a retail shop that focuses on clothing and accessories. And I took a management position about a year ago because I hate myself and needed the money.

It’s Friday night and we close soon, but the minutes are dragging, going by at the speed of a fucking tortoise. In a way it’s a good thing since I need to finish this display, but damn do I want to get out of here. I had to cover for someone who is sick, so I’ve been working a double. Extra cash is nice, selling my soul is not. The life of management, though, I guess. 

Stress relief is definitely something I could use at this point, and every time I look at the clock I’m so tempted to text him… It would be absolutely stupid since it’ll only make me more tired… But I’m also not sleeping the best. My brain is filled with ideas to get down on pages and I just have not had the time during the chaos unfolding at work. Basically every day someone has been sick or calling out and it falls on management to pick up the slack if we can’t get someone else.

I glance at my phone. 8:55pm. Five more minutes.

As I hold my phone in my hand, I feel my fingers subconsciously grasping it tighter and I know exactly why once I realize it - Luke. The stress relief. That’s exactly what this whole thing is anyway, right? May as well use it… even if I’ll potentially be more tired.

I let out a breath and release my tight hold, unlocking the device and flipping to my texts. I scroll down the messages and tap on our conversation, biting my lip. The images of him are still etched in my brain and I truly don’t know if they’ll ever go away. He’s just so damn sexy, especially when his clothes come off. 

My fingers quickly fly across the screen as I cave and just give in to what I want and the whole reason I agreed to this arrangement.

Me: Hey. Busy in like 30?

After hitting send, I shove my phone back into my pocket and put the final touches on this display. The sign is hanging from the ceiling and it was an absolute pain to get up here alone since it was not very small but I kind of am. 

I huff as I attach the last piece to the chords in the ceiling and then climb down the ladder, folding it up and taking it with me to the backroom. 

The store is quiet, only myself and two others that work here. I’d imagine no one will be coming in, so I allow my employees to leave a few minutes early and lock the inside lock behind them before heading back towards the backroom.

Just have to fill out this paperwork for the advert, then I'm done.

I plop down at the desk in the small office and thumb through the papers from the company. Once I find the one I need, I grab a pen and fill in the pertinent information. Just as I finish signing the page, my phone buzzes in my pocket. 

Please don't let it be Sarah needing something or anyone else calling out.

Before I even acknowledge my phone, dreading the thought of it being anyone but Luke at this point, I fold up the paper and place it in the envelope for outgoing mail tomorrow. With the envelope sealed and ready for delivery, I'm finally finished for the day. 

I get up from the desk and grab my things from the coat rack, turning off the light to the room and walking through the store. I steal a glance at the display I finished as I head out, a faint twitch of my lips as I admire how put together it looks.

I unlock the door from the inside and step out into the cooler night air. My keys jangle when they're removed from my bag, the sound like music to my ears knowing that I'm free for now. I relock the doors and head to my car, finally pulling out my phone as I settle into the driver's seat. A breath of gratitude mixed with relief leaves my lips when I see that the message is from Luke.

Luke: How about 45? Meet me at mine. You still have the address? Me: Sounds good. I have it, yeah.

As I look at the time, I realize it's a good thing he said 45 minutes, because I would not have made it in 30. Oops. 

I start up the engine and put the address into my GPS, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main road. 

After a long week, I'm sure I look a bit of a hot mess, but I don't think that really matters in our circumstances. No one is trying to impress anyone, just enjoying the mindless physical contact. It's kind of a nice change – not having to feel the need to constantly look 110%. If your clothes are on the floor, who cares what they looked like.

When I eventually pull up outside of Luke's place, I turn off my car and send Sarah a quick text that I probably won't be home until late and not to wait up for me. She responds rather quickly, just telling me to have fun along with some suggestive emojis. I can't help but roll my eyes amusedly as I imagine the way she'd say it to my face.

I shove my phone into my pocket as I step out of the car and shut the door, heading up the walkway to the front door of Luke's house. My knuckles rap against the wood a few times before I take a step back and wait.

Within a few moments, the door swings open and Luke stands in front of me – his light brown curls are a bit messy, his blue eyes piercing in the dark of the night, and that sexy smirk is tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans on the doorframe with one arm just above his head, looking effortlessly irresistible even in a simple black t-shirt and matching jeans.

“You made it. I was thinking you might stand me up,” he says, the smirk never wavering.

“Yeah. Sorry, traffic, I guess,” I reply with a gentle huff.

He chuckles and shakes his head, pushing the door open a bit further with his free hand. “I'm kidding. You're perfectly on time. Now get in here.”

There isn't a ton of space between him and the door, but I comply and squeeze in, my arm brushing against his as I step inside of the house. Once I'm inside far enough, I hear the door click shut behind me and the turning of the lock. 

Hands grab my hips from behind, pulling me backwards into his firm chest. It catches me off guard for a second, making me stumble ever so slightly, but I quickly find my footing again. Luke's arms slink around my waist, holding me against him as his lips connect with my neck, causing me to tilt my head the opposite direction.

“You look kind of tired tonight,” he mumbles into my skin as his lips trail slowly.

“Thanks for noticing,” I mutter. “You seem a bit worn out too.”

He inhales sharply, as if I dealt a physical blow with my comment. “Oh, so you're feeling feisty tonight? I can deal with that.”

His lips stop at my ear, teeth gently rolling the lobe between them like he does.

“Just had a long week, that's all,” I explain with a soft sigh.

Luke pulls back, turning me to face him, and raises an eyebrow. “You wanna talk about it, or…?”

I shake my head before he even finishes speaking. “No, I don't.”

And there it is, that damn smirk is back. “Good, because I had a long week too and I definitely don't want to talk about it.”

“Well… then I guess we should do something else to forget about it,” I suggest, my palm going up to rest flat against his chest as I look up at him through my lashes.

“I like the sound of that,” he murmurs huskily, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as his index finger curls under my chin. “And I think I have the perfect idea to make us both forget.”

With that, his hand drops to my wrist, a quick wink thrown my way before he pulls me upstairs and down the hall to the semi-familiar bedroom. Sure, we spent hours in here, but I wasn't exactly taking in the scenery. The king sized bed is what I remember most, if I'm honest.

Once we enter the bedroom, Luke stops and turns to face me, his hands coming to my hips again and pulling me in. Within seconds, his lips are on mine, the feel of them soft and even recognizable at this point. His fingers snake under the hem of my top, trailing along my waist and sending a chill through my body as the kiss deepens, his tongue slipping past my lips and caressing mine. My hands come forward, palms flattening on his chest again and sliding up towards his collarbones and shoulders. I'm pulled closer still, one of his hands leaving my waist to travel up my spine and unhook my bra, which has me smirking slightly into the kiss. Luke's lips curve upwards as well in response before he breaks the kiss, our faces still only a few centimeters apart.

“Smug and sassy tonight, huh?”

“Maybe,” I mumble back, the word like a breath ghosting over his lips.

Both of his hands slide up my stomach and under the wire of my bra, nudging it out of the way as they cup my breasts instead. His thumbs brush over my nipples, eliciting a barely audible gasp from me when they harden and he brings his forefingers into the mix, pinching and twisting. Luke chuckles, the sound low and dark but laced with amusement.

“Yet you still react like this to my touch,” he murmurs, almost like a dare for me to deny. “And I plan on getting a very positive reaction tonight.” 

“I'll admit that I'm curious.”

“Good,” he says simply before backing away a smidge further and pulling my shirt up and over my head.

As the material falls to the floor, I shrug my arms out of the bra straps and let that drop to the floor as well. Luke's eyes rake over my chest and torso for a moment before he tugs his t-shirt off and tosses it carelessly aside. My fingers go to the button and zipper of my jeans, undoing them as I kick off my shoes. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time as I shimmy out of the denim, his gaze burning into my skin.

The second that my foot is freed from the pant leg, Luke's hands are cupping my face and his lips are crashing into mine. He isn't gentle this time – no, this time there's a hunger in the way his lips move against mine, the way his tongue demands entrance, and the way he fully takes control of my mouth when I let him in. The kiss alone has my heart beating harder, my head spinning from the intensity. 

When he finally breaks away to give us both a chance to breathe, I'm still reeling a bit, but manage to ground myself again and reach out for his belt. As my fingers work on the buckle and other obstacles of removing jeans, Luke's hands travel down my upper arms, stopping at my elbows and moving to my hips. His thumbs press into the bones as he gives me a little squeeze, all the while kissing and nipping at my neck. 

All of the hours we've spent over the last couple weeks just with each other's bodies has definitely become apparent in this moment. He knows just where to graze his teeth, how hard to suck to make me gasp. It could really become problematic for me after this arrangement comes to an end. I'll have expectations, and I wonder if anyone will ever know my body the same way.

Luke's hands cover mine after I tug his jeans down some and go for the elastic band of his boxers, preventing me from continuing.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against my skin. His lips trail up to my ear and he whispers, “I said I had something I wanted to do, remember?” He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine as his index finger slips into the hem of my underwear and tugs at them playfully. “Take these off, then come here.”

I watch curiously for a moment as he rids himself of the jeans fully and steps away, getting onto the bed and laying down on his back.

He brings his hands behind his head as a smirk forms on his lips. “You just gonna stare the rest of the night?”

“Just trying to figure out what's going through your head,” I admit before finally reaching down and pulling off my underwear.

“I don't think you'll be disappointed.”

“Oh no?”

I climb onto the bed, straddling his waist and running my hands along his chest. Luke's eyes roam over my body once more, his chest rising and falling beneath my hands with a deep breath like he's trying to contain himself.

“I think you'll be thoroughly satisfied,” he says, his voice low and convincing. He brings his hands to my legs, running them up from my knees to my thighs and squeezing at the top. “I want to taste you, and I don't mean like normally. I mean I want you right here,” he explains, pointing to his lips while tightening his grip on my one thigh. “On my face.”

I can't help but blink a few times in surprise, the air seeming to have left my lungs. Fuck, that's hot.

Luke's grin is almost feral as he sees my reaction to his words, his hands rubbing my thighs once more. “What's wrong, Lex? Did I finally make you nervous?”

I swallow harshly and shake my head. “No, just… caught me off guard. Are you sure?”

“Oh, I'm positive. Get up here.”

For a brief moment, I hesitate to move, but then I nod and crawl my way up his body. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as my knees settle on either side of his head and I place my hands over the edge of the headboard. 

“Fuck,” Luke whispers, his hot breath fanning over my core in a way that makes me clench. 

His arms wrap around the backs of my thighs as he gently pulls me down a bit closer. I glance down at him and when our eyes lock, he darts his tongue out, licking a slow strip through my folds to my clit. The gasp that leaves my lips is all but voluntary, and it only seems to make him want more. He flattens his tongue as he repeats the motion a few more times, his eyes focused on my face. He knows I want more, but this is his game and he also knows that I know it. 

“Luke,” I practically whine, my hips beginning to rock in an attempt to get what I want.

His grip on my thighs tightens and he groans at the sound of his name on my lips, so desperate for him. He doesn't waste any more time, pulling me closer and closing his lips around my clit. I let out another gasp at the sudden change, my hands grasping the headboard as he alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Oh god, yes,” I praise in a blissful whimper, my eyes closed as I focus on the sensations.

Luke hums in response, the sound vibrating through me. His fingers dig into my flesh as he changes to delving his tongue into my heat, lapping up my growing arousal and thrusting his tongue in and out of me. The stubble on his cheeks grates against my inner thighs as he loses himself devouring me, but I barely notice the harshness of the feeling, too wrapped up in everything else. 

Before I even realize it, my hips are moving in time with his ministrations and I'm a moaning, incoherent mess with the sole focus of chasing my own release. He knows I'm close too, he can feel it in the way my thighs are trembling beneath his hands. He redoubles his efforts, focusing more heavily on my clit and adding a few hums that jolt through me. I'm desperately clinging to the wooden headboard at this point, and with a final few flicks, I'm falling apart with a couple higher pitched moans. He doesn't stop, even when I'm shaking above him, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can give me. 

Eventually, he slows down his movements, the licks of his tongue almost tender as he cleans me of my release. His grip loosens, his hands coming to my waist and carefully guiding me off to lay next to him. I close my eyes once more as I come down, resting the back of one of my hands on my forehead.

“That was…”

“Amazing?” Luke offers when I don't finish my sentence.

I nod, jumping ever so slightly at the unexpected brush of his fingers between my legs, which makes him chuckle.

“I don't think I've ever seen you so sensitive,” he muses, turning on his side to nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck. “Maybe I'll have to do this more often,” he whispers.

His hand travels to my hip and up my side, the bulge in his boxers pressing against my outer thigh and reminding me that he's far from done with me.

“Mm, careful, I'll start having expectations,” I mumble, reaching over to run my fingers through his curls. 

The action seems to make him tense beside me for a moment, his hand pausing in its ascent. He raises his head and my fingers remain barely in the ends of his hair as he looks at me, something I can't quite place flashing in the depths of his eyes. Just as fast as it came, it went, and before I can say or do anything his fingers wrap around my wrist and press it down beside my head with him quickly getting on top of me in the same instant. My eyes widen slightly, not expecting such a turn of events from a simple touch, but Luke just smirks.

“You didn't think we were done, did you?”

“No, I just-”

“Good, ‘cause you're still mine for the night.” He leans down, the cool metal of his cross necklace grazing over my sternum. “And I think you had a long enough break,” he continues, his lips brushing mine with every word.

Luke grinds his hips into mine, his hand releasing my wrist and coming to my jaw where his index finger trails its way to my chin. I swallow slowly, my eyes locked on his as he teases me with the deliberate centimeters between our lips combined with the slow rolling of his hips. His free hand cups my breast, squeezing and kneading in just the right way that has me whimpering and wriggling beneath him.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he whispers darkly. “You know I'll keep this up if you don't.”

He has this absolutely infuriating way of driving me crazy with so little. It's ridiculously unfair and incredibly hot at the same time.

“I want you, Luke,” I whisper back. “I need you.”

“Need me where, Lex?” 

His finger on my chin slowly makes its way towards my neck and down to my collarbone in a tantalizing manner, his erection pressing more forcefully against my core.

“Inside me. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“That wasn't so hard, was it?” he taunts before shutting me up with a deep kiss the moment I part my lips to speak.

He releases his hold on my breast, both hands making their way down my sides to cup the sides of my bottom as he rolls his hips once more, eliciting a soft moan from me that's swallowed up in the kiss. I'm growing increasingly more impatient with every touch. I need more. I need all of him.

My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. “Now, Luke,” I mutter, my tone a mixture of demanding and frustrated.

A groan surfaces from his throat as he's forced impossibly closer, and he pulls back, his hands running along my thighs and then working to free himself from the vice of my legs. I let him go, but my eyes stay trained on him, willing him to give me what I crave. He seems to be finally obliging my request as he gets up and slips his fingers into the elastic of his boxers, sliding them off of his body before settling between my legs again. 

“So fucking needy tonight,” he grumbles, but his voice gives way to a hint of amusement. “Is this what you want?”

With that, he snaps his hips forward, fully sheathing himself inside of me in one swift motion. I can't help but gasp at the sensation, the sweet stretching of my walls to accommodate him paired with a slight, yet not unpleasant, burn from the suddenness of it. 

I nod, my words a bit breathless still as I respond. “Yes, yes that's what I want.”

Luke dips his head down to my collarbone, nipping at the skin as he starts to pump into me at a deliberately steady speed, his hands roaming all over my body. “Fuck, you always feel so perfect,” he mumbles. 

I let out a whimper as he punctuates his words with a harder, deeper thrust. “More,” I plead.

He lifts his head at my simple request, something primal flashing in his eyes as he gazes at me. “You want more? You can have more.” 

He stops moving, flipping us over so I'm on top of him. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements above him. I quickly gather my hair, bringing it over one shoulder as I begin to rock my hips, and then place my hands on his chest for support. He starts to thrust up, meeting my downward motions in perfect sync. 

“That's right, baby. Ride my cock like you fucking mean it,” he encourages as his hands slide around to squeeze my ass. “Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me.”

“Shit,” I breathe out, leaning forward and rolling my hips. The dirty talk is making my head spin and the way he's looking at me with those lust-blown eyes is driving me wild. 

Luke leans forward a bit as well, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking hard as I ride him. His teeth scrape over the sensitive bud, soothing the sting with his tongue.

“You're taking me so well. So fucking perfect for me,” he praises, his hands on my ass tightening and spreading me wider so he can thrust deeper. “Gonna fuck you so deep, fill this pretty pussy with my cum.”

I cry out in pleasure as he pistons into me harder, deeper, my hips struggling to keep up with the intensity. “Yes… Yes, just like that,” I manage to get out between ragged breaths. I'm certain that he can feel my walls starting to flutter around him, signaling my impending orgasm.

“That's it, baby. Come on my cock. Let me feel you squeeze me,” he demands, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. His rhythm is faltering and I can tell he's teetering on the edge but holding on desperately.

“Oh god, Luke,” I cry out as one last powerful thrust hits in just the way I need it. 

My nails dig into his shoulders as the waves of ecstasy crash over me, his hips stuttering as the clamp of my walls around him triggers his own orgasm along with a guttural moan. We ride out our highs together, our movements gradually becoming lazier until they reach a stop. I roll off of him and onto my back, my chest still heaving with exertion as I gaze up at the ceiling.

After a few minutes, when I've caught my breath and returned back to planet earth, I begin to shift to get up and get dressed, knowing it's surely late and I still need to get home before the exhaustion of the week and tonight hits me like a freight train. What I didn't account for was Luke's arm once lazily draped over my waist to become firm.

“Don't. Just stay,” he murmurs from behind me, as I managed to get onto my side before being halted.

I freeze where I am, fully caught off guard and confused. “What?”

“You were obviously very tired when you got here, so you've got to be close to passing out after that. Stay, just for tonight, so my conscience is clear and you don't roll your car into a ditch,” he grumbles in explanation.

“Are you-”

“Shut up and just sleep,” he cuts me off abruptly. “You need it.”

I'd be lying if I said the drive home wouldn't be a potential struggle, but that didn't mean I expected to stay here. Nevertheless, he doesn't seem in the mood to negotiate and I don't have the energy to fight it. So, I slump back into the mattress and pillows in acceptance that this will be a one-time thing just due to my hectic week and lack of energy.

Luke's arm loosens again and then slips away from me. “You can use the bathroom first.”

“Right. Thanks.”

I go to get up again and he doesn't stop me this time. I pad across the room into the attached bathroom and get cleaned up, trying not to think too hard about the whole situation and just taking it as a simple safety thing. 

Once I've finished, I make my way back to the bed and crawl back into the spot I had been in. Luke doesn't say anything, but I can feel his eyes on me even in the darkness when he returns from the bathroom next. He climbs into the bed again as well and pulls the covers up and over us.

He doesn't touch me again, but he remains close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. For some reason, his proximity seems almost comforting as I close my eyes. Before long, the tension and prostration of the week catch up to me like a sack of bricks, putting me into a deep sleep. 

†※†※†※†※†※†※†※†※†※†

A small, gentle ray of sunlight seeps through the curtains and warms the side of my face the next morning as I begin to stir. As I rub my eyes and blink a few times, the room comes into view and I temporarily forget where I am. I sit up slightly panicked, immediately realizing that my clothes are not on, and then it all comes back. I did the forbidden sleep over. Fuck.

Was I absolutely spent last night? Yes. Could I have driven home? Probably. But what did I do? I fucking stayed the night. So stupid.

As I look around, I realize that I’m alone in this bedroom that I’ve never fully seen since it wasn’t really the focus. The room is simple, modern, and despite the size of the bed, rather spacious. There’s a round fluffy rug on the floor at the end of the bed, an oversized swivel armchair in one corner, and a charcoal colored dresser. 

My eyes finally land on the opposite corner of the bed and notice that there’s a couple towels and a slip of paper. I crawl over to the towels and pick up the paper, rather curious and surprised by the gesture. 

“Figured you might want to actually clean up.”

Simple, but I definitely would love to shower. It’s kind of weird. Hell, this whole thing is weird. May as well, though, right? I already have to wear my clothes from yesterday. If I’m going to do the classic walk of shame, at least I’ll be clean.

I get out of the bed, gather the towels and my clothes, and head to the door of the bathroom. 

The shower is nice – one of those standing showers with glass doors, marble walls, and chrome accessories. Being someone who would typically listen to music or sing in the shower, I am a bit curious what it sounds like in here, but I don't think I'll do all of that. Just a quick shower to wash away the night before and then I'll head out. 

Turns out that I'm terrible at resisting the urge to sing something in the shower at this point in my life, so I end up humming a couple tunes that pop into my head as I wash up. I've got to say, just from that small taste of the acoustics in here, I want this kind of bathroom in my future.

Once I've dried off and gotten dressed, I hang the towels to dry and make my way out of the bedroom. I'm assuming that he didn't literally leave me in his house alone because that would be crazy, but he never did come back in. 

As I begin my descent down the staircase, a familiar aroma hits me. Pancakes? I shrug it off and continue downward, despite my stomach being very interested. I pull out my phone and unlock it, but freeze in my tracks as I catch a glimpse of Luke out of the corner of my eye and look up at him instead. He's standing at the stove shirtless with messy, damp curls and sweatpants – guessing he took a shower elsewhere. Sure, I've seen the man naked, but never in such good lighting. The sight before me is simple, yet I'm almost mesmerized by the way his muscles tense and contract in his back as he moves. 

“Running away?” 

The sound of his voice breaks the near trance I seemed to be in and I clear my throat softly.

“Uh, yeah, I was going to head out,” I respond, keeping my tone neutral.

He nods and flicks the stove off before turning to face me. I have to mentally remind myself to focus on his face or I may never leave. 

“Weird seeing each other in the daylight, huh?” He muses as he leans back against the counter near the stove, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“A bit,” I agree, clicking the lock button on the side of my phone. “Thanks for the towels and all.”

He shrugs slightly, “No worries.” There's a beat of awkward silence before he speaks again. “If you aren't in a rush, I did that thing where you have either too much flour or too much milk, so you add until it evens out and ended up with way too many pancakes.”

I raise an eyebrow at the offer, relating to what he means but also erring on the side of caution after spending the night. “Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?”

Luke chuckles and shakes his head. “With pancakes? I don't think I need any props to seduce you, or you wouldn't be here right now.”

I tilt my head and then nod. “Touché.”

“You're welcome to leave, I won't stop you, but there's a stack with your name on it if you want them.”

He removes his hands from his pockets and pushes off the counter, taking a plate out of the cabinet and pausing. “So?”

My eyes roam over his back for a second again as I weigh my options. “Fuck it, why not?”

I step into the kitchen, glancing around for as I make my way to the table and take a seat. The counter tops are a mixture of different shades of grey marble splashed with white patterns, the island in the middle matching with a couple chairs along it. I almost end up offering to help, but that seems even more domestic than this and should probably be avoided since this could be misconstrued enough as it is. 

After a couple of trips, Luke brings everything over to the table – two plates of pancakes, utensils, butter, and finally, two mugs of coffee. Once my pancakes have been smeared with just the right amount of butter, I cut off a piece and take a bite.

“You know,” I begin to say after swallowing. “You could've just kept the extra batter in the fridge.”

My observation seems to amuse him, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards just a tad, “‘Spose so, but I don't always have time like this or even feel like it in the mornings.”

“And you just happened to have time and feel like it today, huh?”

He raises an eyebrow, a faint chuckle slipping from his lips. “You just happened to choose to spend your Saturday morning in my shower and my kitchen.”

I narrow my eyes and purse my lips, but he has a valid argument. “It was offered.”

“Could've said no.”

“After the workout last night? Please.”

“Fair enough.”

Our little back and forth is interrupted by my phone vibrating on the table next to me. I see Sarah's name pop up on the screen and my face falls, knowing she's probably been freaking out since I never came home and didn't say anything.

“I should take care of this before there's a search party for me,” I joke as I stand up from the table.

Luke nods, appearing nonchalant, but a hint of curiosity betrays his gaze before he focuses back on his food.

I step out of the kitchen and unlock my phone, opening my messages for the first time in I don't even know how many hours. There's too many to count from Sarah alone, and knowing her, it's better to just call at this point. I tap on her contact and press call, bringing the phone to my ear. The line barely even rings fully before it's answered.

“Lex? Are you okay? Where are you? Did something happen?” Sarah rambles off question after question. 

“Hey, hey… Calm down, I'm fine. I just… stayed over,” I explain, trailing off at the end and hoping she doesn't lock onto it.

“You what?!” 

I yank the phone away from my ear at her outburst, trying to save my eardrums.

“You are so fucked. You're so fucked. Are you still there? You know this is like rule number one of no strings,” she begins to rant.

“Sarah, hush. It's fine, it's no big deal. I'm just going to finish eating and then I'll be home.”

Shit.

“Eating?! Oh my god, Alexia. Your last boyfriend couldn't even make you come consistently and now your fuck buddy is cooking for you? Get the hell out of there before it's too late and you're begging to suck him off.”

I have to stifle a laugh with my hand over my mouth at her bluntness. She isn't wrong, John was kind of miserable sometimes in bed and Luke is… well, anything but that. 

“I hear you trying not to laugh right now, Lex. But seriously, you should run before you actually catch feelings… if it isn't too late already.”

“Yeah, yeah. I'll be home in a few hours. I think I'm going to pick up groceries first,” I respond simply, disregarding her concern.

“Okay. Don't forget the ice cream this time. You-”

“I owe you, I remember. I'll get it. I'm hanging up now, k?”

“Alright. See you later, Lex.”

I shake my head as I end the call and shove my phone into my pocket, heading back into the kitchen and taking my seat once more. 

“Sorry about that. Roommate,” I huff before taking a sip of my coffee.

“Roommate? Didn't realize you had one.” Luke pauses for a moment, something seeming to have dawned on him. “Were they…”

“Yeah, she was there but I asked her to stay in her room. Also my best friend, so it didn't take too much convincing.”

He nods slowly as I dig back into my pancakes, but he seems to be thinking about things. What things he's thinking about I haven't the slightest clue. And Sarah is right, I should leave sooner rather than later. We've already spoken way more personally in this last minute. It may not be that in depth, but after spending the night, you can't be completely sure when the line is crossed too far. 

There isn't too much chatter after that, just the occasional small talk. I can't help but notice that Luke seems distracted, like he's there but his mind isn't. Not entirely, anyway. Guess that's really not my problem, though, so I don't bother to ask.

“I should get going. Um, thanks, again, and I guess I'll see you when I see you,” I say as I get up from the table.

Luke watches me stand, something unreadable behind those bright blue eyes, and then nods. “Yeah. See you, Lex.”

I nod back and then turn on my heel and head out of the kitchen and to the front door. That wasn't awkward at all. I shut the door behind me and head down the little sidewalk to the driveway, pulling my phone out of my pocket again and glancing at the screen. I didn't even notice someone else approaching before walking smack into their shoulder. 

“Oh my- I'm so sorry,” I rush to get out, stepping back.

My eyes drift up to meet hazel ones, the man's face a picture of surprise and concern. “You alright?”

There it is again, that Australian accent. Band member? Surely it must be. Why is he here though?

“Yeah, I'm fine. I wasn't looking, that's my bad,” I apologize.

“No worries,” he replies with a grin, dimples prominent on his face. His eyes scan over my figure for a moment, and he doesn't even attempt to hide it. The intrigue is written all over his features and I know I need to get moving.

“I gotta run. Sorry again!” I say in a hurry as I make my way down the rest of the path and to my car.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

[lukel0ver]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦” *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[hollybinnisonx]

*M O A N S*

[coleaep]

THE RIGHT MAN

summary: Luke finds out Y/n's boyfriend is cheating and something else way more important.

warnings: NSFW

word count: 1106

He saw that I wasn't treated all that well. But i always thought that was just him—plain old Luke. Though, I should’ve known listening to the man I've been friends with since 7th grade would be the right path. I was in love. A guy I met around 2 years ago. Daniel. Only last week, I was alone in his bedroom while he showered and he had left his phone with me. Tell me why his ex was blowing it up. 

Today is Luke’s birthday. Daniel and I were invited to meet him and others for a classic barbecue. Of course, I came. So did Daniel. 

“Happy Birthday!”

I smile at Luke, giving him a big hug. He gladly wraps his arms around me.

“You good?”

God, I didn't have to say anything to him for him to know, didn't I?

“Uhm.. c’mere..”

I take his hand gently and lead him into the bathroom of his home. Fuck this was gonna be a talk...

“So.. Daniels cheating.. I saw messages from his ex on his phone.”

“Fuck me, Y/n. What did I tell you? The second I met that cunt, I knew he wasn't the one.”

His face tightens as he speaks in a stern tone. He wasn't mad at me. He knew I was a rather naive woman. It was only because he cared for me and my feelings.

“I know, Lu… I've been avoiding him as much as I can.”

I look down at my feet and quickly feel him gently lift my head by my chin.

“You know I'm not mad at you… yeah?”

“I know’,  nod a little. I look up into his pretty blue eyes. Okay, so maybe I liked him a little. What was wrong with that? He was perfect-

His lips were on mine.

He breaks his sudden kiss on my lips.

“Shit, I'm so sorry, Y/n.I'm so sorry… no- I'm not. Y/n, watched all these men hurt you for so long killing me. To choose me for once.”

I shut him up with my lips on his first this time. He doesn't bother to pull away. Our kiss just grows in steam until suddenly, he lifts me by my thighs, sitting me on the counter. He looks at me momentarily, his eyes trying to ask if I wanted this. I give him a small, but reassuring nod.

He moves his lips to my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on my warm flesh. He eventually moves down to my collarbone until he stops, his fingers lightly grabbing the hem of my shirt. Once more, his gorgeous blue eyes look up at me for permission. I nod and he's quick to take my top off.

“My god…” 

He breathes out, soaking in the view of the lace black bra and the breasts they held in them. He gives the cleavage that he can reach, a few kisses before he gently removes my bra. Once again, admires me for a moment, and then he comes back, only this time, my eyes roll back because he attached his lips to my hardened nipple. My fingers run through his curls while he gives each of my nipples equal attention. I look down and watch his hands undo his jeans.

I let out a breath watching his hands pull out his dick from his boxers. He was semi-hard so while he sucked on my nipples, he stroked himself. I moan a little and arch my back until he moves his mouth away then he pulls my pants, along with my panties, off from under me,

“Fuck, you're heaven, Y/n..”

I shiver at his words. He looks me right into my eyes as his index finger runs up, between my folds, stopping at my clit to rub it a little.

“He ever appreciates you like this?”

The question slips from his lips so seductively that all he can do is moan. 

Once I'm wet enough, or at least once he can't handle teasing the both of us anymore, he spreads my legs and lines himself up with my entrance. He rests his head on my shoulder and wraps my legs around him as he slides himself inside me slowly. I wasn't a virgin but must have been huge compared to Daniel, because, oh my god it stung. I grip onto his shoulders and he lets out a break.

“You’re in control, ‘kay pretty? You tell me if I'm being too slow, too fast, too soft or too gentle..”

I nod a little and hum softly when he starts to suck on my neck. Not enough to heave a hickey, but enough to make me wanna cum on the spot. He begins his thrust at a relatively good pace. Not too slow, but not too fast either. He earns moan after moan from me, so he gets faster. I had to bite his shoulder to muffle my moans considering everyone including Daniel was outside on the patio. 

I scratch my fingernails down his hot back, feeling the knot in my stomach form. He was gonna make me cum. With Daniel, I thought I just had something wrong with me, because I never came.

He must have somehow been about to tell as he lifts my legs and he puts them over his shoulders, making his dick go even deeper inside me. He was perfectly positioned. Every time he’d thrust in, he hit my G-spot. I moaned way more now, and he picked up his pace a bit because by now, feeling my walls tightening around his cock.

“I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me..”

He breathes, thrusting every so slightly faster to hit my G-spot with more pressure. I feel myself hit my climax, my thighs trembling in his manly hands as he holds them. My toes curled and when my eyes weren't rolling back, I saw him through his head back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

In a sudden movement, he pulls out of me and lets go, his warm cum spilling out on my stomach. Our breathing was heavy as he collapsed against me, his head in the crook of my neck. 

“You reckon I've earned my chance?’

He smirks against my neck.

“Mhm… I think so.”

He waits for a couple minutes before he stands up properly and grabs a towel, wetting it with warm water before he wipes up his load on my stomach, and my core, even though nothing had spilled. He smiles at me with a soft look in his eyes before he pecks my lips.

“I promise I'll be a good husband.”

He smirks.

“A good what now?’

“You heard me.”

[uservalentine]

[calumscaramel]

The phones, the side parts, the poses 😭😭

[wonderland-irwin]

idk what y’alls thoughts are, but You Don’t Go To Parties makes a good follow-up story to Don’t Forget You Love Me 🤷🏼‍♀️

[calswildflwr]

luke’s new single is going to be my will to live

[oncamelliastreet]

luke hemmings has the most beautiful voice on the planet and anyone who complained about lighter acoustic are simply incorrect for their bad opinion about getting MORE 5sos music because this man’s voice is AMAZING and it’s only more prevalent in the acoustic

[lukel0ver]

*:･ﾟ✧*: “𝔻𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤” *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

[moonstrucklilly]

So I found this old 5sos hoodie in my attic and I’m thinking about selling it. I’d prefer to have it bring some joy to someone else who would actually wear it than it rotting in my attic. Checked some second-hand pages, like eBay, depop, etc. and the cheapest price I found people are selling it for is $150. Feel free to send me offers if you’re interested.

[coleaep]

LIGHT IN THE DARK

WARNINGS: none?

~515 words~

summary: Luke in France leaves Y/n bored, at home alone until she's interrupted with a familiar face outside her door.

______

I huff, sitting on the couch I had been sitting on for almost a week. Morning ’til night. I had to admit, with Luke gone, life was really boring. He left with Ashton, Michael and Calum to go to France. The four of them where working on a couple songs for a new album.

He was busy. So that’s why he wasn’t responding to all of my texts and calls. I think. It wasn’t doing me any good if all I did all day was await his arrival. That was a week away. I get up with a small sigh and make make my way to my bedroom, then into my ensuite bathroom.

Half way into my shower, my doorbell starts to ring. I groan loudly and stop the shower, wrapping a towel around my body once I step out. I walk out of my room and go downstairs. Then when I reach the door, I open it up.

Luke stood with a soft smile to his lips, his hand holding a bouquet of both white and red roses with a couple lavenders in the mix.

“Hi wifey.”

He steps close to me, planting a kiss to my cheek and then to my forehead as his right hand holds my left on, his thumb grazing over my wedding right.

“I thought you were in France?"

“And I thought you’d have more common sense, ma. I could’ve been an old kidnapper.”

I roll my eyes but I knew he was right. I was standing in just a towel. In the moment, I was too annoyed to care. I step aside and let Luke into our shared home, taking the flowers from his hand.

“These are pretty.”

“The guys and I found this place that sold some fresh flowers so I picked up your favourites. How’s Petunia been?”

I smile softly.

“She’s been great, as always. Keeping me safe at night and whatnot. She misses her dad though.”

Luke chuckles. He knows of the sucker his bulldog could be. Because she’s a rescue dog and he was at a bad time in his life when he got her, he likes to say they saved each other. He’s not wrong. 

“Anyway,” He blurts out “Get dressed, I wanna go on a drive.”

“Where?”

I ask him, my eyebrows furrowing curiously.

‘It’s a surprise, woman, go get dressed.”

He smirks and rushes me with a gentle pat of my butt. I chuckle and walk upstairs. As I get dressed, I cant help but smile, fully realising my days of boredom where over. Luke was home. 

I rush downstairs, dressed in a light brown, oversized, asymmetrical shirt with a black mini skirt and some black and white Converse, high top chucks, to match Luke’s.

“God, you’re absolutely ravishing..”

Luke says as he stands at the bottom of the staircase. I smile and lean up to give his cheek a kiss. He smiles back at me and kisses my forehead before he moves over to the front door, opening it up for me.

‘Ladies first..”