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Open My Mind for Ya // Calum Hood

notes: This all stems from the photo drop Cal did that contained the picture in the upper left, enough said.

Big shouts to my otter half @kindahoping4forever for cheerleading this one.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Calum, Kink exploration in an established relationship including: spitting, exhibitionism, dom like behavior, dirty talk, and rough sex

Word Count: 7194

Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in bio

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It’s always quiet in the comedown. Your head rests on your boyfriend's bare chest. His fingers draw shapes on your bare back while yours trace over the tattoos on his arm. He sweeps the hair off the back of your neck and gently traces the hickey he left there. Your skin is always too clean when he gets home from tour, so he likes to mark you.

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?” He whispers.

You turn your head to look at him. “Just thinking.”

His hand trails down your back and slips under the covers to grab your ass. “About?”

You chew your lip for a minute, deciding whether or not to spill. Cal slides his hand up to your waist; your lack of answer makes him nervous and you can tell. You finally sit up and pull your knees up to your chest, facing him. His hand slides to your mid thigh and he holds on tight, waiting for you to find your words. “So… you remember when we first got together, how we were very… exploratory when it came to sex?”

“Yeah… that seemed like something you needed… and we both enjoyed,” he responds casually. After a beat, the subject matter sinking in, his face quickly twists up and concern starts to take hold of both his expression and voice. “Wait… Baby, are you… are you saying…”

You quickly cut him off, “No!” You reassure with a chuckle, “I’m not saying that. Pretty sure we wouldn’t have had to change the sheets just now if that was the issue.”

He gives a nervous laugh. “Ok, fair point.”

You continue, “I guess I was just thinking and got curious why we stopped being that way… And wondering if it was maybe something we can start again?”

He thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. “I think we just got comfortable, baby,” he shrugs. “We figured out how we like to tease and how to make each other cum and we just stopped trying things after that… But I’m always open to exploring with you. You only have to ask.”

You smile softly at him, relieved. “I just wasn’t sure…”

Cal senses your hesitation and grabs you, pulling you on top of him. “Short of some of the more extreme shit, there’s nothing you could want that I wouldn’t want to do for you. Please understand that.”

You make yourself comfortable, laying your head on his chest, snuggling into him as you tangle your legs together. He pulls the blanket up to just below your shoulders and wraps his arms around you. You lay quietly for a while before letting out a little giggle. “So what’s off the table then, Cal?”

He snorts, thinking about it for a moment. “I’ll let you know if it comes up.”

The conversation was so brief and simple and yet opened you and Cal up to all sorts of new experiences, you’re sorry you didn’t have the courage to bring it up sooner. Calum took the lead during the first month of your experimentation and the encounters all seemed to have a recurring theme. From sneaking in a quickie in Ashton’s bathroom during taco night to making each other cum without tipping off anyone else in the car to having sex on the couch by your pool to Cal successfully going down on you at a restaurant - if you could potentially get caught doing it, Cal seemed to be into it.

After a while, you and Cal are fresh out of the shower when he snakes his arms around your waist and starts kisses on your neck, up to the spot just below your ear that drives you wild. He rocks the both of you back and forth, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Circling back…” He begins, waiting for you to meet his eyes in the mirror. “I feel like since we started being more open about exploring, everything has been things I’ve been interested in… and I’m sure you must have had something in mind when you brought it up?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you expectantly.

Your eyes flutter away from his and you answer too quickly. “I’ve enjoyed what we’ve tried so far.”

“Well, I know that,” he teases, nipping your skin. “But I need to know what it is you want so I can make sure your needs are being met as well.”

“My needs are definitely being met, love,” you insist.

Calum turns you around and sets you on the counter, his hands resting on either side of you. He presses his lips to yours in a series of soft kisses. “Ok, so your needs are being met but what about your wants? It’s not like you to bring something like this up without a particular reason.” He watches as your ears go red. “What is it, darling? If we were naked in bed, you’d have no problem telling me what you want from me,” he points out.

You sigh, thinking about how to word what you want to say. You reach up and run your fingers through his drying curls. “I guess this just feels different because I don’t want you to think I’m unsatisfied with what we do.”

He kisses your forehead. “I know, baby, I don’t think that. Trust me, your body tells me otherwise.”

“Yeah…” You nod to yourself, deciding to be brave. “I guess… I want you to get rough with me. Like… I know you already do sometimes but you kind of back off from it and then course correct and get super loving instead.”

Cal nods, listening. “Well, I don’t want to actually hurt you and I feel like I don’t really know the limit, we’ve never truly explored that.”

“So what if we take that fear out of it and use either a safe word or color system or something?” You watch his face and he doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable, so you continue. “You know I love a disdainful Daddy moment,” you whisper teasingly, hiking your legs up to wrap around his waist.

Cal presses against you, kissing you hard. “I think we could have fun,” he murmurs. “We’ll need to talk more about boundaries but thank you for telling me what you want, baby.”

Over the next couple days, Cal asks your opinion on a multitude of things: biting, scratching, hair pulling, manhandling, restraints. Where and how hard he can grab you? Would you like to be tossed around? Exactly how rough should he be with you? Each time you give him an answer, you see him mentally file the info away, adding it to what he already knows to be true for your likes and boundaries.

Armed with his revised instructions from you, he decides to start trying some things the next few times you’re in bed together. He watches carefully to see how you respond to him pulling your hair back while he’s giving it from behind, how it affects you when he wraps his hand around your throat while you’re riding him. And though he backs off a little sooner than you’d prefer, he even feels comfortable forcing you down further on his cock while you’re blowing him. He notes how much louder you are, how much harder you seem to cum during these encounters and he realizes he has more questions for you.

“Baby?” He asks quietly, while you're cuddling in bed, naked, one night. You hum, to let him know you're awake. “Have we covered everything? Is there something else you want that I haven’t asked about?”

You’re quiet, thinking what to say and he takes your silence as hesitation so he prods further.

“Like… I guess I’m a little unsure of the tone I should be striking here? You mentioned I always back off and get too loving… and then that porn we were watching earlier… he was super degrading to her… is that something you want?” He almost seems nervous to ask; at the end of the day, Calum’s a sweet boy and he’s having trouble wrapping his mind around actually hurting you, physically or otherwise, even if that’s something you desire.

You press a kiss to his chest, touched at his concern. “Don’t worry, bubba, I don’t need you to call me your ‘filthy little slut’ or anything like that,” you smile. “But… I dunno, Cal… there is like… one thing that could probably be seen as degrading… but…”

He squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. “Darlin’, I can’t give it to you if I don’t know what it is.”

“Well, I’ve mentioned it to other people before and it didn’t go over great,” you admit with a shrug. Cal rubs your back, trying to encourage you. “Like, ok… I guess… spit…” You trail off, almost shyly, letting it hang there a moment.

Calum seems unphased, just curious to know more. “Like you want me to spit on you? On like? Your face? Or… in your mouth? On your pussy? To be honest, I have done that before and you did actually really seem to like it.”

“Have you?” You ask, turning your face toward him.

“Yeah… those moans still live in my brain… I just wasn’t sure if it was because you were in the moment because we had a super loved up day, or you like… liked it.”

“Wait… was that…?”

“When I took you home to meet my family, yeah.”

“Yeah, we were pretty loved up on that trip,” you grin, remembering. You wait a beat before letting yourself blurt, “I mean... face isn’t something I think I’d be into but… we swap spit all the time so… I don’t really see a difference between that and you like… spitting in my mouth during a hot moment.”

He smirks, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I’ll keep that in mind, darlin’,” he promises, gently pulling you up for a soft kiss.

A week or so later, you’re relaxing by the pool, enjoying your day off. It’s been a quiet afternoon, spent mostly alone; Calum was already out of bed and in his office working when you woke up and while you were in the pool, he waved to you from the house and called out that he’d was going to run errands and to text him if you needed anything. You thought it was unusual he didn’t invite you to come along but shrugged it off, assuming he didn’t want to interrupt your much needed day of relaxation.

Which is why you’re so puzzled when he calls you a few hours later and asks if you’re getting ready for dinner. A dinner that was never mentioned to you until now.

You’re super confused, Cal is usually much more courteous, even when he wants to surprise you, because he knows how stressed rushing makes you. You hurry and jump in the shower; your boyfriend comes in a few minutes later and helps himself to the shower as well, hurriedly doing his business and pecking you on the lips before hopping out without a word. If you weren’t annoyed before, you definitely were now.

You wrap up and exit the shower, entering the bedroom to find Cal shirtless in his dress slacks, examining a few shirts laying on the bed.

“What’s the vibe?” You ask, tone short.

Cal looks at you out of the corner of his eye. “Dressy,” he answers in a tone that’s either distracted or edgy, you’re not sure which.

You shake your head and walk into the closet, immediately noticing things have been moved around. When you open the drawer you expect to pull your underwear out of, it’s now housing all the socks he bought on tour.

“Calum! The fuck is my underwear?”

“Relax, baby… I moved some things around to give you more space,” he explains, coming in and resting a hand on your hip as he pulls open a different drawer. He picks up the matching set on top, one of his favorites, a royal blue lace bralette and matching panties. “Wear this one, please?” He says, pressing his lips just below your ear.

You stare at the side of his face and he seems unphased by your attention, walking over to the other side of the closet to start thumbing through your dresses. You aren’t used to Calum caring so much about what you wear and you start sensing that something’s up.

He grabs a black dress with thin straps and ruching up the sides; it hits you mid thigh but Cal particularly likes the way it accentuates your ass. He reaches up to your shoe rack and selects a pair of strappy, studded Louboutin heels and you momentarily forget you’re annoyed with him because his back flexes in an oh so delicious way.

He moves back toward the door and grabs his belt, the one he knows makes you absolutely feral for him. You can’t help but focus on his fingers moving across the leather, threading it through the loops of his black pants. You watch his hands pull the belt taut to begin fastening the buckle and your mind begins to wander, recalling the last time you saw him do that, when the belt was around your wrists instead of his waist. You don’t realize you’re biting your lip until it begins to sting.

He turns his head just enough to wink at you as you stand there grasping your underwear and towel. “You got a half hour before we need to leave, love.”

You pass through quickly to the en suite, putting on the underwear he picked out and then quickly working on your hair and make up. Cal is in and out of the bathroom, setting accessories on the counter for both you and himself, including jewelry and his favorite of your perfumes. You lean in to the mirror to do your lashes and lips and he smacks your ass.

“Ow, Calum,” you whine, grabbing your stinging ass cheek.

He kneels behind you and pulls your hand away from the red mark, leaving a loud kiss on your skin. “Aww, sorry, baby,” he murmurs, squeezing both cheeks affectionately.

He stands back up and settles at the counter next to you, reaching for his jewelry. You reach for your setting spray but your eyes flutter over to his reflection at the sound of him sharply hissing. You see him flinch at the coolness of his chain necklace touching his bare skin still warm from the shower and his plight is instantly relatable: you can’t count the times you’ve reacted in the same way when the chain dangles from his neck as he hovers over you in bed, grazing your sweaty skin. The contrast is always surprising yet delicious.

He slowly glides his rings on his long, slender fingers; they click together as he moves and you can practically feel them pressing into your skin, tightly wrapping around your wrists, gripping your throat.

Cal evaluates his reflection, pausing long enough for you to think the torturous show is over but then he reaches for the silver bracelet he wears on his wrist. The veins in his hands flex as he maneuvers to fasten the chain and once it’s done, he shakes his hand out, testing to make sure it’s secure. The action conjures up the image of how that bracelet slides and sways on his wrist when he’s vigorously working his cock, standing over you while you’re on your knees, eagerly awaiting to taste your reward, feel it hot on your skin.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your vividly lustful daydream. He smiles and gives you a quick cheek kiss as he exits the bathroom. He finds you frozen in place when he returns a few moments later, button down shirt selected and on but still invitingly unbuttoned. He holds up your dress and shoes, silently asking if you want help with them. You cautiously nod and he patiently waits as you slip into the dress; you turn your back to him and he gently pulls the zipper for you, chuckling as you shiver at the warmth of his breath on your neck. You shudder again as he drapes a necklace across you, fingertips grazing your skin as he works the clasp. Before you can react, he’s dropping to his knees to help you into your heels, kissing on your calves as his nimble fingers delicately buckle the shoes.

“Damn, baby,” he murmurs, as he stands to his feet, eyes moving up and down your body. “Looking so good.”

“Thanks,” you manage to murmur, “I mean you should appreciate it, it’s basically your work.”

“I may have picked the pieces but it’s your bod that’s making them work.” He reaches for your hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I’m gonna go grab us jackets.” He declares, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

He softly caresses your thigh the entire ride to the restaurant, his fingers climbing higher and higher up your hemline as you reach your destination and you start to wonder if that’s a preview of what the night has in store. You’ve gotten dressed up for several date nights recently that have left you both satisfied with a public orgasm, Cal exploring that side of himself has been a thrill for you both. So it’s not a surprise the second you’re seated, Cal’s hand is back under the hem of your dress.

He orders drinks for the two of you and when the waitress walks away, he leans in for a brief kiss, lips slotting together easily. He nuzzles his nose against yours before he pulls away. “You look so good, baby. Very kind of you to indulge me.”

“You’ve got a good eye, baby, I know you like all these pieces separately, not sure why we haven’t put them together before.”

He smiles, swipes the hair off your shoulder, and kisses on your neck, his lips drag across your skin up to your ear. “Got a goal in mind for you,” he whispers, fingertips dragging up and down the inside of your thigh.

“Mmkay…?” You murmur back, eyes darting around the restaurant.

“Look at me,” he says, and the second your eyes meet his, you can already guess what the request might be. His eyes are even darker than normal, lust filled, staring you down like he could eat you up right at this table. He grips your thigh tightly, leans in close, whispering, “Wanna cum in your mouth before dinner is on the table.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “So… you want a blow job or you just wanna finish in my mouth?” You ask for clarity.

“Just finish, baby, wanna look at you, talk to you while you get me there,” he rasps, pressing his lips to yours. “Wanna hear you ask for my cum.”

His eyes look over your shoulder and he smiles as the waitress sets your drinks in front of you. He asks for a couple more minutes to look at the menu and you nonchalantly drop your hand to his lap, running your nails against his thigh while you decide on food.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” he teases, fingers pressing against your pussy.

“Just waiting till we order,” you shrug, cupping his cock.

When the waitress comes back, you’re thankful that Cal orders an appetizer before dinner, buying you a little extra time. Based on his grin, he thinks you’ll need it.

When the waitress walks away, you turn towards Cal, sliding your hand up to undo his zipper.

“No patience, baby?” He grins, shaking his head.

“Well, handsome, you gave me a goal but didn’t lay out consequences or rewards for meeting it, so I just wanna play it safe.” You tease your fingertips from the base of his cock to the head and back down and you already feel him stiffening up under your touch.

“Oh, you know exactly what you get for being a good girl,” he replies, voice deep as he swipes his fingers through your folds. “As for consequences… well, I think you remember what happened last time.” He leans in for a kiss, as a way to shield the quiet moan from his lips.

You whimper because you do remember. How quickly his belt came out of his belt loops once the two of you arrived home, how easy it was for him to bend you over the closest surface, rip your panties off and deliver several hard smacks with the leather. The delicious torture would’ve been worth it on its own but he was also incredibly sweet about it afterwards, making sure it didn’t go too far and you felt well cared for.

You pull your hand up briefly to discreetly spit in your palm, working your hand over to slick him up. As you run your thumb over his slit, he has to stifle a groan and you smile to yourself.

Cal’s fingers on your clit start to match your pace on his cock, and you can tell how much he’s enjoying your skilled hand. He watches you, amused for a little while, seeing how much you enjoy what you’re doing, feeling it pool between your thighs, feeling his own precum bead at his tip.

He moves in closer and lets a little moan out in your ear. “Baby, I think someone’s onto you, that breathy little thing you do is louder than normal,” he teases.

You follow his eye line and it does seem someone keeps looking over at the two of you, but it could be any number of reasons.

You work to make it seem less noticeable, what you’re doing under the table, and you're thankful for the long table cloths at this restaurant so no one is getting a full on free show, although the possibility of being noticed was always part of the thrill of this.

You watch Cal lose his cool a little bit: biting his lip, covering his mouth with his free hand, before reaching to take a sip of his drink, glass shaking. You watch his neck as he swallows. “Baby, think you’re just about out of time,” he tsks, breathily.

“Please, I like to think I know what I’m doing,” you laugh naughtily, twisting your hand around the base of his cock, leaving your thumb hooked around his cock while you squeeze his balls.

He groans in your ear and grabs your jaw to pull you into a kiss as his fingers work your pussy in a way only he knows how. “God… look at you,” he murmurs. “Working so hard to get your man off in public, knowing you get to taste my cum before dinner. Your lip is so red and swollen from the way you’re biting it, cheeks pink from the orgasm I’m stroking your pussy for. You feel it in your stomach don’t you? You love this, the possibility of getting caught.” He sucks in a sharp breath and you know what’s coming.

You use your free hand to pull out your phone, fake check it for messages and then pretend to drop it on the ground, giving yourself a reason to bend down and finish him off.

“You ready to cum for me?” You whisper, looking at his pink cheeks.

He lets out a puff of air and nods at you. “About damn time.”

You lean down to put your mouth on his cock and as you wrap your lips around the head, he gently pushes you down further to take more of his cock in your mouth. You massage his balls and hollow out your cheeks as you pull back up, flicking your tongue over his slit a couple times and then he’s cumming, filling your mouth. You moan around his cock, continuing to slide your hand around it, milking his cum out, swallowing to make sure you can take it all.

Cal’s grinning wide at you when you come back up; his eyes crinkle as he watches you swallow and then pulls you into a kiss. The plates land on the table while he’s tasting himself on your tongue. “So good, baby… a very good girl.” He smiles at you.

He lets go and turns back toward the table to dig in, his hand that had just been in your panties teasing you, pulled away, with no indication of when or how he’ll be finishing you.

You stare at the side of his face and he does a great job of completely ignoring your unspoken inquiry. He takes a bite of his food and glances over at you. “You want a bite, baby? This is so good.”

You side eye him throughout your meal, waiting for the teasing to continue, some sort of plan to be unveiled but besides his hand occasionally stroking your thigh, he’s acting like it’s just a normal dinner date. When dessert comes, you let out a loud sigh.

“Need something, baby?” He looks over at you, giving you the look he does when you’re being dramatic.

“Uh… well, I got you off before dinner, just like you wanted, so I’m wondering when the favor is gonna be returned,” you huff incredulously.

“Oh… little lady… Was it not clear? You’re not cumming any time soon.”

You scoff and stare at him. “Excuse me? I did what you asked…”

He cuts you off. “Yes, baby, and you did great. But now I just need you to be patient and wait. It’ll be worth it, promise.” He leans in for a chaste kiss on the lips before digging into the piece of cake you're splitting.

You sigh, crossing your arms and sitting back against the seat. You get the look from Calum but he otherwise ignores your mood shift. You pout your way through the rest of your time at the restaurant and though you let him wrap his hand around yours on the walk out to the car, you resume your annoyed posture once he closes the door and you put your seatbelt on.

He gets in and when you loudly sigh again, he reaches over and grabs the back of your neck, a gentle but firm warning. “Baby, I’d maybe rethink that bratty attitude.”

Which only frustrates you more, of course. Cal’s a giver, it’s not in his nature to deny you, especially after a public session, but here he is. You sulk the whole way home and Cal’s sure to let you know it’s not going unnoticed. His last warning about it is accompanied by a knee squeeze that you briefly hope will lead to something but then he completely removes his hand from your body, leaving you in stunned silence once again.

Once you’re home, you don’t even wait for Cal to open your door, you just fling it open and stomp inside the house. You’re enough ahead of him that you have time to make it to the bedroom before you even hear the front door close.

Cal calls for you, but you don’t respond, busying yourself with the orgasm you earned and he didn’t give you.

When he graces the doorway, your teeth are sunk into your bottom lip, dress pulled up around your hips, heels dug into the mattress with your legs spread and hand in your panties, fingers slowly circling your clit.

“Baby?” You hear him coo. “What’re you doing?”

“You refused to make me cum so I figured if I might as well do it myself.”

“That’s a… choice you’re making.” He smirks. “Baby girl couldn’t be patient and wait for me to give her an orgasm, had to rush inside, stuff her hand in her panties and do it herself? Think you might come to regret that.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “But at least I’ll have finally cum,” you snark.

He’s across the room in a second, his jacket thrown next to you on the bed. He makes eye contact with you, making sure you watch as he undoes the top couple buttons of his shirt, rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. He pushes the hair out of his eyes and then runs his hands up your thighs, grabbing your panties and quickly pulling them down your legs. “Might as well commit to it, then.”

His hands rest on your knees and his eyes flick between your face and what your fingers are doing between your thighs.

“Push 'em in,” he demands.

“I’m sorry,” you pant, pausing to let out a moan. “You lost your opportunity to participate in my orgasm when you wouldn’t give me one.”

Cal smirks and shakes his head. “Baby, what did I tell you in the car? Stop being a brat. You want to get off, you go right ahead, but understand there are consequences for your actions.”

Your body shudders at both his tone and the look in his eye. You decide to follow his instructions and push two fingers in. Cal uses a ring clad hand to smack your thigh. “Calum!” You whimper.

“That’s good, baby, use your other hand to rub your clit, small circles. Just like I would.”

He lets you work, waiting for you to get close, something he can easily tell just by the way you breathe. “Eyes on me,” he commands. Your eyes pop open at the tone and you have to watch as he slowly undoes his belt buckle, gently pulling it through the loops, his long fingers sliding over the smooth leather. He folds it in half and carefully drags it up your thigh. “C’mon darlin’, you wanted to make yourself cum and I’m getting tired of waiting on you.”

Suddenly, it clicks in your brain: his attitude, how demanding he’s being, the fact that you know he plans to use that belt on you in at least one way… he’s attempting to give you what you asked for and he’s showing no signs of breaking character like he usually does.

You take your time, really enjoying your building climax, working your fingers perfectly. Your head turns so you can bite the bed spread as you cum, your breathing indicating how hard it is. Cal watches with disdain as you relax, looking completely satisfied.

He gives you a look that soaks you again in an instant. He leans over you. “So you think you can do it better than me?”

“Just showing you I can do it for myself.”

He stands and pulls at his lip, shaking his head in disbelief. “Get naked, leave the heels on.”

His tone says not to test him so you quickly push yourself up to strip the dress and bralette off. He takes your hand and pulls you forward a bit, he trails his fingers and the belt across your skin, raising goosebumps as he goes, across your stomach and down the backs of your thighs, across your ass and over your nipples.

He grabs your jaw for a rough kiss, bites your lip and then turns you around, shoving you face first over the bed. His hand smooths over your ass first, but even still, you don’t expect the spank with his belt right across your ass. He delivers two more that land across your thighs.

You whimper and you can almost feel his hesitation until he speaks. “What’s your color, baby?” His voice is confident and strong as it leaves his mouth.

“Green, green, green, so fucking green, Cal. Never been more green in my life.” It almost sounds like begging, even in your own ears.

You quickly lose count after four more spanks but you don’t mind, the sting will live with you for days and at this point you’re craving it.

“So pretty and red, baby,” he murmurs, using his ring clad hands to squeeze your ass. Your body tenses, the rings are cool and against the sting, it hurts in the best way. “Now, let’s get you in a more agreeable position, yeah?” You don’t answer because you know it’s rhetorical. You whimper as he grabs your hair close to your scalp and pulls you to the floor, on your knees. “Hands” is all he says and you offer them right up.

Cal wraps the belt around your wrists, securing them together. He taps your hands and you try to pull them apart, showing him they are solidly held together by the leather. His hands cup your neck, thumbs caressing your jaw. “Your mouth is so good, baby, think I wanna feel it around my cock again. Wanna be my good girl?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

You watch his jaw flex as he makes a big show of undressing himself, acutely aware of the way you’re hungrily watching his fingers work over his buttons, the way you lick your lips as even more of his body is revealed to you.

Your eyes become fixated on the way his underwear strains against his hard cock and you wait with eager anticipation for him to peel them off. You know the tip will be red and leaking, and you’re aching to see it.

Without even thinking, you lean forward, mouthing over the fabric, feeling the warmth radiate from his cock, tasting the salty spot the precum has left.

He sighs, but it’s not pleasurable, it’s… disappointment?

“Just when I thought you were starting to behave.” His tone drips with disdain as he pushes your forehead back so you’re upright. He pulls his cock out with one hand, the other gently rubbing your neck and you get an idea of what to prepare yourself for. He strokes himself a couple times, before pushing his underwear down and stepping toward you.

He taps his cock on your cheek a couple times, then drags the tip over your lips, leaving a trail of salty precum. You hold back from licking your lips, even though you desperately want to. He pulls his cock up, runs the underside over your lips until his balls are at your mouth. “Suck,” he instructs. You quickly open your mouth to comply. “Isn’t it more fun when we play together?” He asks tauntingly.

With your mouth full, you agree, moaning around his balls. He pulls away and looks at you expectantly. “Yes, Daddy,” you sigh.

His lips part in a soft but audible moan. He pushes the hair off your face and grabs his cock again, placing the tip back at your lips. “You ready for this?” He watches as you nod and open your mouth. He lets you slick him up, watching as you take more and more of him into your mouth, trying to prepare yourself. He pushes you back, letting his cock fall out of your mouth. “Don’t think you’re quite getting there, baby… open up.”

You look up at him, confused as to what you did wrong and when you see the look on his face, you open your mouth as requested. He gives you an intense stare for a beat before leaning down to spit into your open mouth. Your eyes widen and your chest heaves with excitement; a low growl escapes his throat as he watches you react to your fantasy being fulfilled.

“That what you wanted?” He asks sternly, though his eyes betray him and you can see his desperate need to please you lurking behind them.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” you babble, heart pounding in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good.”

You know the thrill is showing on your face, you feel it coursing through your veins, pooling between your thighs. He shoves you back to your knees and pushes his cock past your lips, grabbing your head to set his own quick pace.

He only slows when he finally works himself into your throat, moaning out loud while you try to moan around his cock too. He holds you all the way on his cock for several long seconds, until he can feel the tears from your eyes on his own skin. He pulls his cock all the way out and cups your chin, bending to meet you at eye level. “Good girl.”

He pulls you up by the belt around your wrists, only to shove you face down over the side of the bed. He grabs your ass in his hand, squeezing tight. “Baby girl,” he sighs, wrapping his hand around his cock and smacking it across your ass cheeks before spitting between them, the saliva running down your skin making it that much easier for him to rut his cock against your ass. “Been waiting to be in your sweet cunt all night. Didn’t realize how tough you’d make it, how sidetracked I’d have to get.”

He finally stops fucking around and slicks his tip through your folds. He sinks into your pussy with a deep moan, bottoming out easily, eliciting a loud moan from you. He slowly pulls out and drives his hips back in, producing a loud smack as your bodies meet. You hear his breathing become labored as he picks up the pace.

“Fuck… Daddy… feels so good,” you moan.

He instantly responds, grabbing your hair to pull you up against his body. He growls in your ear as you arch against him, his cock hitting deeper. His hand wraps around your neck and he gently rubs it, grunting in your ear. “So fucking hot watching you suck my cock, eat my cum at dinner, always such a naughty little thing for me,” he praises, letting you go and pushing you back down, chest on the bed.

He continues driving his hips, grunting, growling at you, his hands going to work on your already sore ass. You still still feel his rings digging into your skin as he grabs handfuls of your ass, feel the way they almost bite as he starts moving your body to meet him.

��Oh… fuck.” It’s a gravelly moan from the back of his throat. His hands grip your ass tightly as he slows, his cum spilling into you. He pushes all the way in and leans over your body, his chest pressing into your back as he sweeps the hair off the back of your neck, pressing soft kisses on the skin he’s uncovered. He leaves sloppy open mouth kisses down your spine, slowly pulling out as he goes.

He grabs your hip and easily flips you onto your back. You bring your hands down and he quickly unfastens the belt, tossing it to the side. He leans in for a kiss, passionate and slow. “Color?” He murmurs in your ear.

“Still green,” you say softly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He kisses the tip of your nose and then he’s on the floor, on his knees between your thighs.

He pushes them further apart, making quick work of the mess his cum has made on your thighs, nipping and leaving hickeys as he goes. He pulls your thighs over his shoulders and wraps his arms around them, quickly licking into you with no other warning. Your fingers are instantly in his hair, moans spilling out left and right. “Oh fuck, Daddy,” you moan, desperately pulling him closer to you. He gently nibbles your clit, enjoying your sounds the way he always does.

When you feel yourself get close, you let out a breathy “Cal, Daddy, please… wanna cum.”

He pulls his head back a little and slides his tongue up and down your clit, “Good girl for asking… but I’m not ready for you to cum yet.” You groan as his thumb replaces his tongue on your clit and he goes back to kissing and sucking on your thighs, nibbling your skin.

He can tell you’re getting too close so he pulls his thumb away as well. His hands set to work caressing your body, feeling over your curves while his mouth continues pressing kisses along your thighs. You whimper out his hame a few times, arch your body into his touch as his hands work up and down your sides and stomach, cupping your breasts, toying with your nipples. You press your hands over his, coaxing him into squeezing harder, feeling more.

“Baby, please…” you moan. “Just wanna cum for you.”

“I’m not sure you’re ready yet,” he teases. “You were a brat for quite a while tonight.”

“I know… I’m sorry, Daddy, please just let me cum,” you whine.

“Ok, baby girl, ok.” He presses light kisses on your thighs, working back up to your pussy. His arms clasp around your thighs, lips wrapping around your clit and he holds you down as he starts to suck and lick over your clit.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh… fuck!” You moan, pulling his hair, digging your nails into the back of his neck as you finally cum.

He licks into you, cleaning you up as you come down. You pull him up when you can’t take anymore, pressing your mouth to his, licking past his lips.

The kisses are noisy and needy, but slowly turn into something caring and reassuring, from both sides. You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him as close to you as possible. You kiss for a while longer and then he’s gently pushing away to undo the heels still on your feet, taking just as much care as he takes them off as when he helped you put them on.

“I know this was all a little out of your comfort zone so I really appreciate you and all the effort you put into tonight,” you say softly.

Cal tosses your shoes aside, kissing each of your feet before laying down next to you. He pulls your body to his so he can wrap you in your favorite blanket and him. “It doesn’t always have to be about me, though, baby. You deserve to have everything you want, love. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, I’m glad I was able to deliver on something you wanted.” He kisses your forehead before pulling back to study your face as he asks, “How’s your ass feelin’? I really did a number on you.”

You grin, the dull ache a satisfying reminder of the experience you just had. “It’s gonna be a rough couple days but definitely worth it.”

“I’ve got lotion for it, too. Figure we can shower once we catch our breath and then I can fix you right up,” he murmurs, lips attaching to your forehead once more. “Did I forget anything? Anything you’d change?”

“My love, it was perfect, from dinner to the bedroom antics to the belt to the spit… once I put it all together… holy fuck, Calum, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so excited.”

“Bet you thought I was just being moody,” he chuckles, pushing your hair off your face, threading his fingers through. “I’d do anything to make you happy,” he hums, slotting your lips together.

You deepen the kiss and pull him tighter. “If I didn’t know before, I definitely do now, love. Thank you.”

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Waiting For It Gets So Boring // Luke Hemmings

Cass & I hope you've enjoyed our silly little miniseries - we're both thrilled to be co-writing together again and have many more projects in the works so stay tuned! We're closing out the week with a story about trying to make some memories with Luke amidst a loud house party. Historically, we're Cashton girls and only write for our lanes but Hemmo currently has us both feelings things and thus this bonus chapter was born.

If you haven't already, be sure to check out yesterday's offering featuring Calum over on @cal-puddies and Ashton's chapter, posted here on Wednesday. And of course, the series masterlist linked below has been updated with complete links. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke trying to reconnect with his girl after returning from tour. Marijuana edibles consumed at a party. Semi-public teasing, moderately rough sex featuring brief choking, oral sex, cum play, mention of hypothetical anal play, dirty talk containing strong language.

Word Count: 6360

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“Oh my god, that’s so much better, I feel like I can breathe again. ”

You plop down on the outdoor couch, relieved to get away from the noisy, raging house party and take in the cool, night air. With Luke on tour the past couple months, it’d been a while since you’d been out and trying to get back into the swing of things with a rager at Michael and Crystal’s house was like diving into the deep end; you knew their place was huge but it was still shocking to discover exactly how many people can fit in there at one time.

“WHAT?!” Luke yells from across the yard, walking comedically slow so that he doesn’t spill the red solo cups of water he snagged for you on the way out of the house. You giggle to yourself at his concentration, trying to focus on the filled to the brim drinks but also process what you were saying over the music and the stoned thoughts swirling in his head.

If the crowd wasn’t already overwhelming on its own, it was decidedly way too much to handle once you and Luke agreed to share one of the gourmet edibles someone had brought over from a fancy dispensary you’d been hearing about. The two of you are far from novices when it comes to weed but edibles always hit different and these designer ones seemed especially potent.

“I guess we’re a little out of practice here,” you comment as he gets closer, taking your cup from him.

He kicks his leg up on the coffee table, striking a cool pose as he downs his water in one gulp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey, I think I’m killin’ it tonight,” he brags, crushing the plastic cup in his hand, struggling to stave off the self-satisfied smirk that always paints his face when he knows he’s amusing you. You laugh, probably a little too loudly, and tug on the sleeve of his striped button down, eager to have him sitting beside you.

“Guess the important part is that we’re trying,” you shrug, cozying up against his side as he throws his arm around you and settles in. You lean over and peck his hand resting on your shoulder. “Making new memories together, like we said."

It’d been a whirlwind year since you’d met Luke; with him actually staying in one place to record the band’s album, the bond between you grew quickly and strongly. You knew when he left for tour the adjustment period was going to be tough, and it was, but what neither of you anticipated was how difficult coming home again would be. You shared stories from your life at home, he shared stories from the road but it wasn’t the same as the stories you used to star in together. It seemed you’d both gotten used to the distance and it was taking longer than it should for that sense of closeness to return.

Something had to be done and after much discussion, it was decided the two of you needed to get out and experience things together again, make an effort to forge a new bond instead of waiting for the old one to be restored. And that’s how you ended up at a party neither of you were particularly enjoying, high off a weed cookie that was definitely way too tasty to be trusted.

He nods, joking, “Exactly. New memory of us only knowing about 12 people at this party: unlocked. New memory of us trying to be social and deciding we’d rather be alone: unlocked. New memory of me doing this: unlocked.” He leans in, rubbing softly over your cheek before planting a soft kiss on you.

“Smooth,” you chuckle, pecking his lips as he pulls away. “You still taste like chocolate.”

His face lights up and he reaches into his shirt pocket. “Funny you should mention that…” He triumphantly presents a folded up napkin to you, containing the other half of the cookie you split. He raises it to his mouth slowly, clearly anticipating your reaction.

“Lu! Oh my god,” you laugh in disbelief, shaking your head as he smiles mischievously and takes a bite. “You can’t tell me you’re not feeling it enough already, I told you half was more than enough for us to share!”

He scoffs playfully, “And I told you half of a half wasn’t nearly enough for a big guy like me.” He offers you the rest of the treat and when you firmly refuse, he shrugs and proudly pops it into his mouth.

“You’re a tall guy, babe, I dunno if I’d say big.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Not what you were screaming last night,” he declares smugly, managing to run his hand up your thigh before he starts giggling uncontrollably.

You shake your head but find your grin growing wider as you join in with his laughter; you’ve always thought Luke was funny but he’s always hilarious when he’s high. Or is it just because you’re high that you think that? You don’t give yourself time to ponder that question because his hand has not only remained on your thigh but is now mindlessly playing with the hem of your shorts and you’ve suddenly decided this gesture must be repaid with your affection.

The party swirls around you, music fading into the background and he’s in the middle of saying something but you can’t imagine a more important task for his lips than what you have in mind so you quietly shush him and pull him in by the neck for a kiss. He relaxes into it, never one to protest a rude interruption such as this. After a few beats, you deepen it and he takes that as a sign to trace his fingers teasingly up your leg, leaving a blazing trail in their wake. His other hand wraps around your waist and your hazy, lovestruck brain decides that’s as good an invitation as any to climb into his lap.

“Oh!” He voices his surprise as you move to straddle him. He giggles joyfully as you carefully settle on top of him and once you’re in place, you return your lips to his.

“Luke,” you sigh against his mouth. You’re not sure if it’s a question, a request or a reminder to yourself at how lucky you are to call the man underneath you yours, but it needed to be said. Maybe it’s the high, maybe you’re still needy from missing him, but you can’t remember the last time the two of you took a moment to just make out and enjoy each other like this. You can’t believe how incredible it feels, how incredible he feels. You feel like you can’t get enough of him, like you need to feel more from him right now this second so you roll your hips over his, holding his face to keep him in the kiss. You gently scratch his beard, enjoying the way it prickles your fingertips, longing to feel that friction elsewhere on your body.

Luke can sense your need, pulling away just long enough to groan, “God damn,” before giving your ass an appreciative squeeze and crashing his lips back to yours. His fingers tuck under your shorts, searing into your thigh and you can’t help but want them everywhere. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and you let out a distinct moan, immediately pulling back to laugh at how loud it seemed, breaking your heated silence. Luke, of course, catches the giggles alongside you and pulls you closer, resting your foreheads together as you chuckle.

Just as you start to catch your breath, his laughter reignites as starts exaggeratedly moving his head to the rhythm of the song playing in the distance; he notices you watching in amusement and moves his hands off your body to intertwine your fingers, lifting your arms and swaying them in a swimming motion to the beat. He sings along, rocking you both back and forth while continuing the motion with your arms, nose to nose.

“You’re hot when you’re cute,” you say, cracking up at how dumb it sounds, no matter how true it is.

His face lights up at your compliment and he drops your hands so he can wrap his arms around you and lean you all the way back for a kiss; you squeal happily, holding his face to deepen it. The embrace presses your bodies closer together and as your hips bump over his, Luke groans into your mouth. He quickly pulls you upright, exhaling your name and protesting, “Gonna need you to stop grinding on me.”

“That was absolutely your fault, Lu,” you giggle.

“I don’t know, I think you need to control yourself,” he teases, running his hands over your backside with a twinkle in his eye.

“And what about you, then?” You ask, kissing his jaw.

“Honey, I am on my best behavior,” he promises, offering you a wide smile, poking his tongue through his teeth sweetly.

You brush his curls back off his forehead and he closes his eyes in appreciation of your touch, goofy smile still painted on his face. You can’t help but smile back, giggling at how obviously high he is. You give him a feather light peck and he slowly licks his lips, searching for more of your taste. You decide to tease him a little more, peppering his face and jaw with kisses before moving to nibble at his ear.

Luke lets out a quiet hum to accompany each of your kisses, his hands mindlessly rubbing over thighs. The contrasting sensations of his touch make you breathless: his rings are cool on your skin, his skin warm and inviting. The skin of his palms are soft while his fingers are enticingly rough, calloused from years of devotion to his guitar.

“Your hands feel so good on my skin,” you murmur. He captures your lips appreciatively, his fingers continuing to move up until they’re playing with the trim of your underwear. You let out a small whimper, thinking about how good he could make you feel right now if his fingers just explored a little further. You rock your hips, encouraging him. “Lu… just want to feel you, babe.”

He groans, staring up at you with pupils blown wide. “Aww, can you not feel me like this, baby?” His voice is sweet but teasing as his hands hook into the legs of your panties, just enough to pull and trace over the material but not enough to do more than graze your skin. “Is that enough? No? Still need more?” He grins at you, keeping eye contact as one of his hands slides out from your shorts to sneak under your shirt, giving one of your breasts a tight squeeze over your bra.

You feel your breath becoming notably heavier, the vibe between the two of you becoming more charged by the second. You’re not sure where it’s coming from or how it’s escalated this quickly but you couldn’t be more thrilled to be caught up in it. “More,” you say simply but confidently, your own fingers hastily working on the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin.

Luke playfully dances his fingers over the cup of your bra before slipping them inside, the metal of his rings giving you an extra pinch as he gives your nipple a tug. “Feel me now?”

You give him a hungry kiss, your hands dipping into his shirt, chest hair tickling your fingers. “More,” you dare him.

He doesn’t hesitate to follow your instruction, crazy enough about you to do what you ask, inhibitions lowered enough to not care where he gives it to you. You feel the hand between your legs shift and you both groan when he makes contact with your pussy.

“Feel that?” He asks breathlessly, leaning forward to catch your bottom lip between his teeth. You nod, rolling your hips against his hand. He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching for your hand and resting it on the bulge straining against his already notably tight slacks. “How about that, baby? Feel that?”

You give him a squeeze, biting your lip at the groan he lets out as a result. “I need you, Lu,” you state matter of factly.

“Oh, really? Couldn’t tell,” he teases, running his fingers through your folds and bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. “I swear I could fuck you right here.”

A voice clearing their throat in the distance breaks the lustful spell the two of you have fallen under and you both quickly but casually remove your hands from the questionable places they’ve been taking up residence.

“Who is that?” You covertly mouth to your boyfriend, who is either too startled, too high or too aroused to understand you were trying to be discreet. He shifts your weight in his lap so he can see around you, noticeably staring and trying to make out the figure in the darkness.

A beat passes and you begin to smell smoke from a cigarette that is distinctly Calum’s brand and when he clears his throat again, you definitely recognize his voice behind you. “Uh… hey Luke… you guys maybe thinkin’ about getting a ride home? Unless you wanted to give a free show to anyone who wanders out here.”

“What do you mean? Just a little moonlight make out with my girl,” he feigns innocence, giggling,

Calum snorts, taking another drag. “Sure, mate… definitely why you had your fingers in your mouth when I first came out here.” You can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth to muffle your giggles as the guys talk.

Luke does his best to keep a straight face, nodding at his friend. “Ok… yeah, fair point.” He hugs you tight against him and shrugs his shoulders. “Just so happy to be home and out with my girl… She just… baby, you just… smell… taste… sound… feel so damn good!”

“Mmm hmm and all those things will still be true back at your place, you fuckin’ animal,” Cal laughs, shaking his head. You turn to him and whisper a quick sorry and thanks. He stamps out his cigarette, waves and heads into the house, leaving you alone again.

You climb off Luke and move to sit against the other end of the couch, your legs stretching out across the cushions towards him; you scoop your phone off the end table and start looking for an Uber. His features fall into a pronounced frown and his hands immediately resume rubbing up your legs. His hands inch higher and you preemptively give the very quiet warning, “Luke.”

He rests his head on your knee, giving it a peck, bright blue eyes looking up at you innocently. "We can go home if you want, honey," he offers, nipping at your skin. “You’ll taste just as good there as you would here.”

A deep exhale escapes you, your legs parting, inviting him to crawl between them. He gladly accepts and leans over you, grinning. “You’re insatiable when you’re high, you know that?” You run your hand over his beard, dragging your nails down his neck, pulling a deep groan from him just like you hoped you would.

“Think you mispronounced ‘irresistible,’” he boasts, groaning again as you pull him closer and his hips press against yours.

“I said what I said,” you flirt, moving in for a needy kiss. It’s hot and intense from the start and only becomes more heated as you grind against him, quietly moaning when you discover he’s still hard for you. You break the kiss, pushing his hair back as you gasp, “So if we’re not going home, what do you want to do, then?”

Luke stares down at you panting, chest heaving, underneath him and bites his lip; whether it’s from arousal or concentration, you’re not sure, you just know you wish you were the one with it between your teeth. An idea must have sparked in his mind because suddenly his eyes somehow have both lit up and darkened with lust. He separates himself from you, moving down your body to rest at your legs again.

He presses a soft kiss to each knee, just as before, but this time his lips continue their journey down your legs, kisses becoming wetter and sloppier as he gets closer to the hem of your shorts. You watch curiously as his mouth meets fabric and he doesn’t stop, instead following the seam until he’s at the center. Your breath catches and you tuck your fingers into his hair as he nips at the thick seam, the warmth of his breath palpable even through the linen. He looks up to make sure you’re watching and satisfied with your attention, he darts his tongue out to lick at you over the fabric.

You jump at the teasing sensation and he grips your thighs, rings sinking into your skin. “Easy, easy,” he soothes, placing a sloppy open mouth kiss over your clothed pussy. “Soaking through these shorts, baby… swear I can taste you.” He presses his entire face between your legs, letting out a loud groan.

“Luke,” you moan, slapping a hand over your mouth, unsure how loud it was. He sits up and pulls your legs along with him, pulling you to rest on one of his thighs, creating a delicious friction. You roll your hips a couple times before you have to admit again, “Need you, Lu.”

It was a simple confession but evidently a powerful one, sending Luke immediately into action. He slides a hand between you, lightly teasing over your wet shorts as he pulls your head forward to press slow but promising kisses to each of your lips separately. “I need to bury my face in your cunt right now. Let’s go.”

You choke back another moan as he pulls you up - Luke’s language only gets that rough when he’s in a mood and you can tell it’s going to be to your benefit. Once you’re back inside the house, you lead the way through the crowd, expertly weaving through the dancing bodies and dodging the gaze of multiple Instagram stories.

Luke follows close behind you, holding onto your waist so you don’t get separated. You can feel his stiff cock pressing into your backside and he leans into your ear, whispering, “No one here knows how fuckin’ hard you made me out there… how good I’m about to make my girl feel.”

You shiver at his words, hurrying up the stairs, saying a silent prayer of thanks when you see the hallway is empty. You turn and yank him down to your lips, letting your tongue tell him how excited you are to be truly alone.

He reciprocates, tugging at your bottom lip as he pulls back. “Up,” he commands, lips curling into a smile when you put your hands on his shoulders and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist without hesitation. He groans when your bodies collide and you immediately need to hear it again, rolling your hips over his hardness in search of more.

“Lu… want it so fuckin’ bad.”

Intoxicated with need - and the second half of that cookie - he whimpers into the passionate kiss he plants on you as he rushes you down the hall and through the door to the guest room at the far end. He smoothly hits the light switch on the way in, before dropping you onto the mattress. He stands at the foot of the bed, looking you up and down, licking his lips as if he’s about to devour you.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he breathes, pulling you back up to his lips, his hands making quick work of undoing your shorts.

You scramble to finish unbuttoning his shirt, and tug it off, exposing his broad shoulders that you’ve been waiting all night to sink your teeth into. He pulls your bottoms off while you pepper his chest and shoulders with kisses and nibbles; he quickly discards your shirt and bra before gently pushing you onto your back, hands eagerly exploring your bare skin. You arch your body into his touch, your breathy sighs enticing enough that he has to move one of his hands from your breasts to his cock, palming himself through his slacks.

Wanting to appreciate him the way he’s appreciating you, you whine at him, “Lu,” but you’re having trouble articulating what you want so you push yourself up and pull him closer, kissing on his tummy while you undo his pants. You suck a mark into his hip, nibble at his belly button and mouth over the bulge in his boxers.

Luke gathers your hair in his hand, pressing his hips against your mouth. You moan loudly, grabbing his ass, encouraging him to do it again. He groans your name, teasing, “Oh… is that what you want, baby? My girl want me to fuck her pretty little mouth?” He pulls you back by your hair and gently pushes two fingers in your mouth, grinning at the way your lips instantly suck at them. “That ready for it, huh?" He removes them with a wet pop.

“Please, Lu… fuck… do something," you whine, not caring how desperate you sound.

He scoops his arm behind you, settling you to lay on your back in the center of the bed. He hovers over you, pressing his lips to yours before working down your body. He groans against your skin, relieved at finally getting his mouth on your tits like he’s been craving, leaving a hickey on each one before continuing down. You wish you had more to offer in this moment than your moans but you don’t have the strength to do much else, everything you’re feeling - the scratch from his beard, the way the air cools your skin after the blaze of his hot open mouth kisses, the softness of his fingers contrasting against the harsh metal of the rings decorating them - is just so overwhelming.

He finally settles on his stomach between your legs, pulling one leg over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your thigh. “You are soaked, honey,” he groans, rubbing a finger on your clit. He continues longer than he intended to but he can’t get enough of how your jaw continues to drop in relieved silence as he works you. When he finally leans in and slicks his tongue through your wetness, he moans loudly, moving up and down along your folds a few times, almost as if he’s lost himself in the tactile experience of feeling all your textures and details. He groans again, breath hot on your thigh. “God, that’s the taste I’ve been needing… nothing in this world tastes better than when my girl needs me.”

Before you can respond, his lips have wrapped around your clit, sucking with torturously light precision. “Luuuuuuuuuke,” you breathe, in disbelief at how desperate you already feel. “More, baby… need more.”

The vibrations from the moan he responds with ripple across your pussy. “Oh my sweet girl, I’m gonna give you so much more, don’t you worry,” he promises breathlessly. He dives back in, fluttering his tongue on your clit, batting it back and forth, loving the feeling of you squirming underneath his hold. You moan his name dreamily and your stomach flips when you see his hips press against the mattress in response, searching to find some friction of his own.

His tongue dips down to tease at your entrance, his hands rubbing over your thighs again before one snakes around to toy with your clit some more. He noisily laps up your arousal, murmuring against you something indecipherable but that you’d guess has to do with how good you taste. You’re so caught up in the feeling between your legs, you almost forget that one of your favorite parts of having Luke go down on you is getting your hands in his curls while he works. You comb through his hair and whimper at how soft and silky it feels between your fingers, you scratch at his scalp and it draws a muffled whine from him and your hips buck up against his mouth in response.

“Mmm, getting impatient, are we?” He taunts, moving to nip at the inside of your thighs. You whine at his attention diverting from your pussy, not exactly disproving his point. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna cum for me, baby… just not until I’m ready for you to.”

You sigh, frustrated but aroused by his teasing attitude. Luke’s always so generous in the bedroom, you rarely experience him denying you - you can’t say that you mind it.

He pulls back, staring at your body for a beat before raspily praising, “Such a gorgeous cunt, baby.” He presses small pecks along your slick lips before giving a single flick of his tongue to your clit. “You want me here, baby?” He licks down and pulls away just before his tongue meets your entrance. “What about here?” He asks, finger stopping short of pushing inside.

“Yes, Luke… please,” you gasp, aching for any part of him to be inside you at this point.

He ignores your plea and continues moving down, hands gripping your ass cheeks, fingers intriguingly close to grazing your tightest hole. “Ever thought about me here, baby?” He notices your breath deepen and his fingers move closer. “I think about it all the fuckin’ time… My fingers… my tongue… my cock… doesn’t fuckin’ matter, baby… I just want as much of you as you’ll let me have.”

You feel your wetness dripping down your skin and onto the bed; you don’t know if you’ve ever been this wet, ever been this fucked out without even being fucked yet. “I… I’ve thought about that too… god… I want it, babe,” you pant, rocking your hips towards him. “Want you anywhere… everywhere… all the time, any time… just fuckin’ want you… always.”

Luke rushes up your body to kiss you, needy at your neediness. He gets lost in the distraction of your kisses and you take the opportunity to push him onto his back so you can show him some appreciation of your own. He groans as you climb on top of him, instinctively lifting his head up so you can start working your way down from his favorite spot just above his Adam’s apple.

“Good boy,” you smirk, sucking and nipping at his neck.

“Oh my god,” he laughs knowingly, the sound of his voice vibrating under your tongue. “Don’t start.”

You tug his necklace with your teeth before pulling back to smirk at him. Part of you wishes you had the patience to tease him like he teased you but you know that’d probably end up driving you crazier than him right now. You bite gently at his collarbone before kissing gently down the middle of his chest, hair tickling your face while your palms stroke down his body, working on either side of your head.

Moving down his torso, your fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers and he eagerly helps you rid him of them. His cock slaps against his skin, red and angry from being hard for so long without any relief. You’d feel bad for him if you didn’t know he enjoys the build-up so much.

“Look at that,” you murmur, rubbing your hand flat against his shaft where it lays on his stomach. He bites his lip, hissing at the gentle pressure you’re applying. “So hard, Lu… been treating me so well, giving me so much… and this has just been waiting for my attention, hasn’t it?”

His eyes are glassy as he watches you squeeze his cock before pulling it away from his body, your fingers swiping at the thick string of precum that stays connected. “That’s all for you,” he sighs, breath deepening as you start to stroke him. “Only you could ever get me this hard.”

“All mine, huh?” You lilt, giving him a few more firm tugs before taking him between your lips. You suck lightly at the head, tongue swirling, cleaning all that he’s leaked out for you. You work him down more, going slower than you need to just because you feel like it, one hand grazing your fingertips over what’s not yet in your mouth, the other gently pulling at his balls the way he likes.

You play with him just long enough to satisfy the urge you had to do so, knowing there’s a different type of fun to be had here. The bright pop of you pulling off is quickly followed by a heavy plop as you let his cock fall back against him. You push yourself up, waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you ask, “What was it you were saying about fucking my pretty mouth?”

There’s barely a chance for you to see the smirk that spreads across Luke’s face before he’s on his feet and pulling you to the floor. He watches you wrap your lips around him again, bobbing up and down briefly before moving down to tongue at his balls. He tangles his hand in your hair, pulling you back while he uses his free hand to stroke himself. “You ready to open up for me, baby?”

You answer his question by sticking your tongue out as far as you can. Luke praises you softly as he slaps his cock across it a few times before guiding it between your lips. He gently rocks forward, back and forth, testing to see if you’re ready and when you murmur approvingly, he picks up the pace.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he growls, holding your head steady as he thrusts into your mouth. At first, he’s silent, clearly focused on keeping himself in control; you peer up and see his head tilted back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. You dig your nails into the backs of his thighs, knowing the pain will add to the sensations he’s feeling, hoping to get an uncontrolled reaction.

He more than delivers, moaning loudly and beginning to ramble a list of things he’d like to do to you while his hips speed up. You don’t hear the entirety of his monologue, you’re focused on breathing through your nose and relaxing your jaw as his cock pushes across your tongue, but when you tune in, you immediately feel your skin heat up at his words.

“...How you moan for me when you’re getting it from behind, begging for me to go deeper… I wanna be as deep as I can, baby, want you to feel me everywhere.” His head tilts forward and he looks down at you. “Do you want that, honey? Want me everywhere?”

Before you can answer, he’s speeding up again, inspired by the thoughts he’s having. “Still thinking about that gorgeous ass of yours too… how good it must feel… so tight and hot… can’t imagine how incredible you’d sound whining for me to go faster… I’d take it slow, though, baby. Treat you right.” He goes quiet again and for a moment, only the dull bass of the party music and the wet smacks and gags of his cock using your mouth fill the room.

Luke is closer to the edge than he’d like to be and his fingers tighten in your hair as he pulls you off, groaning, “So good to me, honey… so good.”

You use the back of your hand to wipe at the spit dripping down your face. “Make me feel so good, Lu… want you to feel as good as you make me feel,” you pant.

“Aww, baby… made you feel that good and I haven’t even made you cum yet? Let’s fix that,” he declares. Both of his hands clasp onto your arms to help you up and next thing you know he’s tossing you onto the bed on your stomach. You squeal as his hand swats against your ass before pulling your hips up to him. He kneels behind you on the bed and you feel him tap his cock on your ass a couple times before briefly rutting between your cheeks.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lu,” you whine, looking back at him. “Teasin’ me so bad tonight… need your cock, babe.”

He grins at your earnest plea, stopping briefly to slide his tip through your folds before finally pushing into your wet heat. You both moan in satisfaction at the feeling of him finally filling you. He grabs your hips, pulling you back against him as he pumps into you, the slapping of skin and your mixed moans the new competition against the party sounds happening downstairs.

Between Luke’s harsh thrusts and the way you’re bouncing yourself back on his cock, it’s no surprise your arms quickly give out and you fall forward onto the bed. He takes the opportunity to flip you over, soft touch soothing over your heated skin. You squeeze his hands, raising your hips to prompt him to slip back inside you.

He slides in, quickly resuming the pace he’d set. “Fuck, babe… feel so good around me.” He grabs one of your legs, pushing it up against your chest. You cry out in appreciation at the change in depth and his head drops and he bites his lip in response. “Think I wanna cover you in cum,” he murmurs breathily.

You reach up and clap your hand over his mouth. “Your dirty talk is spot on tonight, baby, but I’m gonna need you to fuckin’ do some of this shit instead of just saying it.”

You feel him grin against your palm and he accepts your dare, driving his cock into you with precision while his hand drops down to rub your clit. Your hands claw at his chest, arms and back, scratching at his skin, feeling yourself come undone. It’s like all the build up from tonight hits you at once and you whimper helplessly, “Fuck, baby… ‘m gonna cum.”

“I know, honey… want you to.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck… Luke… please.”

A strained scream rattles your throat as you tighten around him, cumming harder than you thought possible. It seems to go on forever, the waves crashing over you rapidly and intensely and you don’t know what else to do besides moan his name.

“Jesus, baby, could you squeeze any tighter?” He groans in awe, leaning in for a rough kiss and a soft bite to your lip. As you come down, he pecks over your face and babbles about how good you gripped his cock, how he’s never felt you get that wet before but you can’t quite make it out over your panting and how fucking good you feel.

“Now you,” you prompt him, voice sated but still filled with longing.

He exhales loudly, moving to straddle your stomach. His hand dips between your legs again, collecting some of your wetness and he uses it to slick his cock, quickly getting back to a rhythm that feels good for him. “Look at you,” he growls, hand speeding up. “My pretty girl… all mine…”

“Gonna be even prettier decorated with your cum,” you groan, sitting yourself up to get a better view, scratching your nails up his thighs. He looks so gorgeous stroking himself for you, he’s been so good to you tonight, you want nothing more than to participate in his orgasm. “Can I help, Lu?”

He blows the curls off his forehead and grabs your hand from his thigh and moves it to his neck, your fingers draped over the sides. “Squeeze for me?”

Luke has never asked you for something like this but you trust him and his judgment implicitly so you gingerly add pressure. “Like this?” You confirm, watching his face carefully.

A guttural groan you don’t recognize comes from deep within his chest and he breathes a needy yes as he fucks into his fist with desperation.

It’s not only possibly the hottest situation you’ve ever found yourself in but you don’t think you’ve ever felt closer to your boyfriend. Your sex always feels intimate but this feels different. Feeling overwhelmed again, you rush a kiss to his lips and coax, “C’mon, baby, need you to cum for me.”

Luke whines, “Tighter, babe, please,” and you oblige his request. “Just like that,” he puffs out just as his cock begins spurting. He varies his strokes as ropes of hot cum spray across your chest and neck, moaning loud and long as the orgasm washes over his senses. As his hand slows down, your grip on his neck loosens and you murmur encouragingly, letting him know you enjoyed it as much as he did.

He takes a deep, exhausted breath, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses to your palm. “Thank you, baby,” he mumbles.

He flops onto the bed beside you, running his hands through his hair. He turns to see you drag a finger through the cum on your breasts, licking it off appreciatively, unaware he’s even paying attention. He chuckles at you, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand to help you out.

“Fucking at Mike’s house? New memory: unlocked,” you joke, grinning at him as he gently cleans you up.

He snorts, adding, “Sleeping over and waking up early to wash these sheets tomorrow: future memory unlocked.”

You cackle, making grabby hands at him while he gets up to discard the tissues. He climbs back in bed and into your open arms, kissing you slowly before moving down to lay his head on your chest. The two of you lay in drained, contented silence for a while, Luke’s fingers dancing across your bare skin, yours brushing softly through his curls.

“So…” You start, unable to keep the smirk off your face as you continue your thought. “Choking, huh?”

He lifts his head to look at you, playful twinkle in his eye. “Ass play, huh?”

Laughing, you move in for a kiss. “We did agree to try new things.”

Luke warmly chuckles against your lips. “That we did.”

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