The Bet // Luke Hemmings (Part 3)
Warnings/Rating: language, smut (not yet), alcohol, and drugs haHA
Synopsis: College fratboy Luke Hemmings makes a bet with his friends concerning an innocent virgin named Roselyn; he has to take her virginity by the end of the month.
A/N: SORRY I TOOK SO LONG YOU GUYS ARE VERY PATIENT WITH ME AND IT’S VERY MUCH APPRECIATED AS WELL AS ALL THE WONDERFUL FEEDBACK I’VE GOTTEN SO THANK YOU, AND ALSO, FAIR WARNING YOU MIGHT DIE READING THIS lmao it’s a little short so sorry about that and there’s a lot of action and this was so so sososs oso so painful to write bc the feels hahAa someone stab me
Luke’s mouth was soft, and despite the faint flavor of alcohol, he tasted undeniably sweet as he moved his lips gently against my own, my lips parting instinctively as his warm tongue made contact with my lower lip.
I felt one of his hands move from my hips to carefully grasp my chin, tilting my head slightly for better access as he licked his way into me, causing me to whimper into his mouth.
I gasped when our tongues met, unused to the feeling of someone else’s tongue against my own as Luke’s tangled sweetly with mine, my hands roughly tugging at his blond locks as I attempted to press our bodies closer.
“Fuck, Rose,” Luke’s teeth clashed gently against mine, a growl sounding from the base of his throat.
I felt his hands move from my hips to my bum, squeezing roughly and causing me to gasp in surprise as my eyes shot open and I placed my hands on his chest to hastily push him away from me, our lips parting.
My eyes were wide with shock, and I could feel my body heaving with breaths, trembling hands moving to press into my chest as if that would somehow help calm my racing heartbeat.
“What?” Luke questioned, looking genuinely confused and also extremely attractive standing in front of me with messy hair and swollen pink lips.
“Why did you do that?” I accused, voice shaky as I tried to reign in the onset of frustrated tears, my hands curling into tight fists by my sides, “Why did you kiss me? I didn’t want that, not–not with you! It wasn’t supposed to be with you, it–it was supposed to be with someone better.”
Luke’s expression hardened at my words, calm blue eyes turning angry as he glared at me, “You know damn fucking well that you were the one who kissed me. Stop lying to yourself and just admit that you’ve wanted me to fondle you since forever, so don’t you even fucking dare try to put the blame on me!”
I must’ve unknowingly hit a nerve, because his voice was venomous, rising in volume upon each word until he was full on yelling at me, his tense, angry body towering over me as the words spewed violently from his lips and hit me like a ton of bricks.
A harsh sob tumbled from my mouth, and I squeezed my eyes shut, back sliding down the door as I bent my legs to put myself into a seating position, head resting on my knees as my body shook.
“It was supposed to be special, with someone who actually cares about me, not someone who’s purposefully cruel to me like you are.” I lamented weakly, sounding and feeling hopelessly pathetic as I raised my head to wipe at my eyes with the sleeves of my hoodie.
Luke sighed from in front of me, his cold demeanor slipping when he realised I was genuinely upset. He crouched down beside me, one of his hands warily touching my back in an effort to comfort me.
I didn’t resist as he suddenly slipped both hands underneath my thighs and bum to shift me into his lap after he seated himself beside me, my head resting in the crook of his neck under his chin.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” He mumbled guiltily, the pad of his thumb wiping away each tear that streamed down my flushed cheeks.
“You’re a jerk,” I hiccuped, a palm resting against his bare chest as it moved ever so gently up and down each time he breathed.
“I know, I didn’t think you’d get this upset, and I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really am. What I did was wrong, and I shouldn’t have, um…pressured you like that….honestly you deserved better.”
I stayed quiet for awhile, my head aching and eyes red as I picked at my nails, secretly revelling in the comfort of Luke’s arms wrapped around me.
“I know a lot of people don’t usually
make such a big deal out of their first kisses, but this was supposed to
mean a lot to me…it was supposed to be with someone who makes me feel like they truly care about me, and never once in my life have I ever felt that way.” I told him, my voice shaky as more tears rolled down my damp cheeks.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, his adams apple moving as he gulped, “I know now this meant a lot to you and I know I can’t make up for it or undo it…but give me a chance to redo it, properly this time.”
I glanced up at him in surprise, lips parting in awe as I raised an eyebrow at him in question, never having seen this side of him before, “Why?”
He pondered for a moment, his eyes flicking around the room as he pursed his lips, before sighing and looking back down at me, expression wary.
“Because you deserve it.”
Furrowing my brows at him, I nodded slowly, my fingers subconsciously fiddling with eachother as I stared at him, unsure of what to do next.
“So you’ll let me?” He quipped in surprise, tilting his head a little as he searched my gaze for any sign of doubt.
“Mhm,” I hummed shyly, looking away as his stare became to much, stomach suddenly twisting with a fuzzy feeling.
“Good, now come here,” he offered me a soft, reassuring smile that made my insides melt, his hands grabbing mine as he positioned me so I was straddling him.
Nervous now, I took a shaky breath, awkwardly resting my hands on his abdomen as I continued to avoid looking straight at him.
“Relax, baby,” Luke’s forefinger slipped under my chin, lifting it up so my gaze was back on him, then moving both his hands to cup my face, his skin soft and warm, and oddly comforting.
His blue eyes were beautiful, to say the least. One seemed to be more gray while the other more greenish, and they were wary, and gentle, as they stared into my own, giving me a chance to study his face up close for the first time.
Stubble had started to grow along his chin, making him appear to be a little bit older than he really was, and I couldn’t help but imagine the feel of it against the inside of my thighs, before quickly dismissing the thought, feeling as if he could somehow know what I was thinking about just by how close he was to me.
The intensity at which he was staring at me, no doubt taking in my not-so-brilliant features as well was unnerving, my teeth grasping at my bottom lip in an attempt to hold back an awkward smile.
His thumbs rubbed gently against my blushing cheeks in retaliation, a lazy look on his face as grinned softly, his pink lips pulled back to show a row of perfectly white teeth as our faces inched closer together, our shaky breaths mingling for the second time that day.
Luke’s lips brushed repeatedly against mine, not actually kissing me as my anticipation skyrocketed, my nails ever so slightly digging into his chest.
He pulled back a milimetre, and I let out a tiny whine, to which he chuckled, then finally slotted his mouth with mine.
This kiss was unlike the first. It was slower, yet just as fierce; underlined with an emotion I couldn’t quite seem to detect as our lips locked together.
He tugged gently my bottom lip, and I pressed against him, kissing him almost greedily as I felt my desperation for him leaking through my resolve, my tongue hesitantly brushing against his.
A few more seconds passed before our lips parted, and I rested my forehead against his, eyes remaining closed as I caught my breath, before opening them and pulling back to judge his expression, which seemed calm and relaxed.
“Thank you,” I whispered to him, his hands falling from my cheeks to my hips.
“Anytime,” he murmured slowly, dimples appearing as he smiled swiftly.
“I’m gonna go home now, if that’s okay with you…see you tomorrow?” I spoke slowly, climbing off of him and grabbing my things off the ground beside him, unsure of how I felt about what just happened. My head was still aching and all I wanted to do was go home and think, and sleep.
“So, how was it today? Did you do anything with her?” Ashton asked as he sat down next to me on the couch, joint in hand.
“Uh-I-yeah…I kissed her,” I admitted, raising a hand to awkwardly rub the back of my neck, unsure of why I suddenly felt annoyed at him bringing up the topic.
“Already?! Fuck, you’re good, you gotta lend me some tips dude,” Calum cursed, glancing away from the TV to stare at me in admiration, causing me to chuckle and shake my head.
“You’re acting like he already fucked her, all he did was kiss her. Don’t forget he only has eleven days left to get that stupid ring off, and it’s not gonna be easy,” Michael pointed out loudly, voice smug as he waltzed into the room, laptop in hand and plopped down onto the opposite couch.
“Guys-no, wait, I kind of have a bad feeling about this,” I stated with a sigh, pausing the game of FIFA and leaning back into the couch, setting the controller down to re-adjust the snapback on my head.
“What the fuck do you mean you have a ‘bad feeling’ about this? You don’t care about her do you?” Michael snorted, a doubtful grin on his face.
“No,” I snapped irritatedly, before pausing to take a breath and speaking again, calmer this time, “No, of course not. It’s just that, I don’t know…things like this never end right, I just don’t think we should go on with it.”
I judged each of their expressions carefully as I spoke, and regretted the words as soon they left my mouth, their shocked gazes staring back at me before Calum spoke up with a groan, “Please don’t tell me you’ve caught feelings for you her you dumbfuck! You’re supposed t-”
“Fuck! No! I haven’t fucking caught feelings for her, and I won’t! Christ!” I growled in annoyance, rubbing my hand over my face as I resisted the urge to punch them all in the face, reverting my attention back to the TV and unpausing the game, “just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
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