Requested: Yes -Being in a relationship w soft luke and being in a girls night w you, because he didn't have anything else to do. And y/n friends end up telling him about your other sexual experiences, realizing he's too soft w you, the next day he ends up fucking u on his piano lol
Word Count: ~2,900
Contains: dom!Luke, spanking, some new toys, overstimulation, you’ll have to see what else ;-)
“Baby, you really don’t have to stay.” You said, smiling slightly as you continued to stir the brownie batter and he chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders. He lifted himself onto the island in the middle of the kitchen, and watched as you walked closer to him and moved between his legs.
“Yeah, I know. But the boys are busy and I love you a lot,” He murmured, dipping his head down to kiss you and you smiled into the kiss, “Plus, it’s always good to have one sober person to take care of you guys while they’re all here.”
You laughed as you kissed his nose again, before backing up to the countertop. You continued to stir the batter before finally pouring it into the tray and setting it into the oven.
“You’re not wrong, but really. We can be fine, you don’t have to be stuck in a girls night.” You said, moving back over to nestle yourself between his legs and you wrapped your arms around his waist as he kissed the top of your head.
“I know, but I always feel so beautiful after your guys’ girls night. Like with the face masks and getting my nails done. I love spending time with you and your friends babygirl,” He answered, and you hummed as you pulled away, attaching your lips once more, “I love you.”
“And I love you. Now, can you help me out and go pick up some drinks? You know that Bailey will outdrink us all.” You mumbled, and he chuckled as he nodded, “Do you need a list or do you know enough of what we want?”
“Should be fine babygirl, I’ve only been dating you for three years.” He said, smiling as he pushed down off of the counter and walked over to you, gripping your hips and pulling you into him, “Besides, I’ve been around your friends enough to know everything. There are no secrets between me and you,”
* * *
“Oh shove off,” You directed at Dakota as she brought up a memory from college you wish you’d forget, but your fingers were grazing Luke’s arm as the two of you sat there, your friends surrounding you and Dakota snorted as she shook her head and set her empty bottle down on the table.
You moved Luke’s arm away from your body and stood, gathering the empty bottles from the living room and taking some of the dishes away as well. You walked past the girls, only for Bailey to reach out and smack your ass, and you turned and smacked her shoulder as you looked at her.
“Excuse you?” You said, laughing and Bailey winked as she looked around.
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t like it.” Sarah teased, and you rolled your eyes as you sat on the arm of the chair and looked at her, “We know how kinky you are, I bet Luke does it to you all the time.”
You glanced at Luke, a slightly horrified expression on your face but Luke remained calm and just shook his head with a small smile on his face. Your friends had no idea that the most adventurous thing between you and Luke had been giving him a blowjob recently in the kitchen, they had no idea how innocent the two of you were.
“Oh Jesus Luke, did she ever tell you about the kinky shit she did in college? I mean, you experience it but damn she was into some freaky shit.” Dakota said, laughing and the girls nodded in agreement as you quickly gathered the empty bottles and took them into the kitchen.
“That one time we walked back into the apartment and Bailey walked into the room to find a guy handcuffed to your bed when you were getting a toy to use on him.” Sarah said, and you heard Luke chuckle and turned to see him walking towards you.
“Or the time she got caught with someone in the hot tub? Or when I found you with a random getting tied up when I needed to borrow a dress?” Bailey said, and the girls continued laughing as Luke stood behind you, and rested his head on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you.
“Never knew you were kinky baby,” He murmured in your ear, and you sighed as you turned around and faced him, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was, well I was ashamed I guess. The person that I was back then is different now. Plus, I didn’t want to break it out and have you freak out. You didn’t ever ask to do anything, you never told me you wanted to change it up, I don’t know,” You whispered, and he frowned as he cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead.
“Babygirl, I could never judge you. And, I never brought it up because I didn’t want to push you.”
“I’m sorry, especially that you had to find out this way. I should have talked to you about it sooner,” You mumbled, and he shrugged as he hugged you tightly into his chest, and you sighed.
“We can talk about this later, just keep having fun with your friends. I’m going to go upstairs for the night, but have fun.” He said, and you nodded as you backed away, and he dipped his head down to kiss you, before he was squeezing your hand and he walked upstairs.
“I love you,” He called, and you smiled as he paused at the stairs and waited for you to say it back.
“I love you. Now go, get away from them,” You said, smiling as he chuckled and continued walking up. You went back into the living room, your thoughts preoccupied with Luke and how you were afraid that this could affect your relationship, though you knew it wouldn’t be a drastic change with Luke. You loved him, and he loved you, just there was a side of you that he didn’t know until now.
“You good?” Sarah asked, and you nodded as you were drawn out of your thoughts and smiled.
“Yeah, all good. Luke went upstairs so he could let us have some quality time together,” You said, hoping that that was the reason and the girls talked about how kind that was of him, and you were back thinking about him once again. You had to do something to make it up to him, but you weren’t sure how.
* * *
You climbed out of the car and sighed as you grabbed your bag from the other seat, and grumbled to yourself about how ready you were to just be at home and not at work. You pulled your keys out of your purse and unlocked the door, and shut it behind you.
“I’m home baby,” You called, and you didn’t hear anything as you kicked your shoes off and set your keys and bag onto the shelf beside the door. You looked around, not seeing Luke in the living room or the kitchen, and you journeyed into the hall to find out what room he was in. You heard soft music coming from one of them, and you saw that he was in his creative room.
In between the band's breaks, he had to have a place at home where he could do it all; write, practice, create new music. It was his safe space within the house, solely his room. You respected his creative process, but you still liked to go in and listen while he worked.
The music stopped as you drew near the door, and as you turned the knob to open the door, you felt him grab you roughly and pull a blindfold over your eyes. He pulled you into his arms and you tried not to giggle as he sat you down on the bench.
“You want to be kinky Princess?” He murmured, his lips grazing your skin and you smiled as you felt his hands move to your blouse and begin to unbutton it. You giggled as you nodded, unsure of how to react as Luke tried something new, “I can be kinky.”
“Let’s go baby boy,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor.
“Ah, ah baby girl,” He teased, you could hear the smile on his face at it, “I’m in charge tonight. Since you and the girls were talking last week, this is all that I have been thinking about. Having you completely under my control, to have you completely weak for me.”
You felt his lips on your neck, sucking a mark down into the skin and you whimpered. All you wanted right now was to be able to see him, to see what he was doing right now but nothing, “I am going to wreck you tonight Princess.”
You felt your whole body flush as his lips continued to move down your neck to your chest, his teeth grazing your nipple. His hand cupped the other side of your chest, roughly grabbing it and you couldn’t help but giggle at the idea that Luke was finally giving you what you used to crave.
“Giggling, really?” He muttered.
“Baby you can’t blame me for giggling, you are usually my little vanilla in bed,” You whispered back. You frowned as he pulled away, your body already missing his hands and lips on you.
“I’m sorry Lu, I don’t mean it in a mocking way,” You called, hating that you couldn’t see in front of you. You listened as he moved around the room, and your legs clamped together as you heard a switch click, and a faint vibrating noise that grew louder as Luke walked back toward you.
“I’m going to help you lay down, and from there - I don’t want you talking anymore. Do you understand?” Luke murmured, his voice soft yet firm and you nodded. He placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you down onto the piano bench, “Good girl.”
He spread your legs for you, and your whole body nearly seized as you felt your vibrator connect with your clit. You whimpered as he held it there, then he slowly started rubbing your clit with it. It was the most sensitive part of your body and you felt your body becoming unraveled as he continued doing it.
“Don’t you cum without my permission yet,” he grumbled, but you couldn’t focus on his words at the moment. The vibrator was still mercilessly pressed against your clit and your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head from the intensity. Luke flicked his thumb and the vibrator increased, and you whimpered loudly as it continued buzzing.
“No loud noises,” Luke teased in your ear, and he covered your mouth with the palm of his hand as he increased the intensity once again. You cried out against his hand, your orgasm approaching quickly. You couldn’t even let him know how quickly it crashed over you, your thighs convulsing as he continued holding it against your body.
You whimpered as you threw your head back into the bench, a muffled ‘ow’ leaving your lips as you came but that didn’t matter in the moment. Even through your orgasm, Luke held the vibrator against your clit and continued rubbing it. Your body was so oversensitive now that your legs couldn’t stop shaking. Finally, he switched it off and your whole body became dead weight.
“Tsk, oh Princess. You came without permission and you came way too early. Two minutes? You’ve got to hold out longer than that,” He murmured in your ear and he slid his hand between the bench and your back and helped you sit up. Your chest was still heaving as you fought to catch your breath.
You squinted your eyes as he removed the blindfold, and you looked up to see him with a smirk on his lips. He sat down on the bench beside you and motioned for you to lay across his lap. You licked your lips and nodded, eagerly climbing over him to do what was asked. He rubbed your ass gently, massaging it with both hands and you hummed as you were ready for what’s next.
“When you disobey, you get punished. Do you want to be punished?” He asked, his hands pausing on your ass and you had to turn your face to hide your smile. You loved this side of him, he just needed to work on being more dominant.
His hand came down on your ass harshly, and you whimpered as you looked back to see the skin, already glowing a bright pink where his hand just was.
“Answer me.”
“I don’t want to be punished, but I know I need to be,” You breathed out, and he nodded as he went back to caressing your skin.
“Good girl. Now, because I was planning on using that vibrator for at least five minutes, you need five spankings. Plus three, for every minute you missed.” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your ass but suddenly you felt his teeth dig into your skin. You moaned quietly, pressing your arm into your face and he chuckled. He pulled his hand back from where he was caressing your skin, only to smack down on your ass harshly. You bit down on your lip as he continued doing so, counting out with each slap against your skin.
“Now baby, now I want you in doggy on this bench. I want to see that pretty little pussy up in the air for me, got it?” He asked, his hand coming down to rub the reddening skin and you nodded as you quickly shifted off of him. You knelt on the bench, doing exactly as he asked, pushing your ass up into the air. He chuckled as he stared at you, his eyes hungry as he took you in.
“Such a fucking goddess,” He murmured, coming down to sit on the bench behind you. He licked a teasing strip up your pussy, his tongue collecting the wetness. You were so shocked at this Luke, but you fucking loved it.
“Baby, I need you to fuck me.” You nearly whined out, and he chuckled before pressing his face back up against your cunt, devouring you as if you were the last meal on this earth. You pressed your own face into the bench, gripping onto the slim bench as he continued eating you out. He brought you close to your orgasm and you tried to focus on your breathing to hold it off. As you were nearing the top, your thighs starting to shake, he suddenly pulled away. You whimpered, but had enough energy to turn your head towards him to see him stroking his cock a few times before pushing into your wetness. He moaned as he immersed himself fully into you, gripping onto your hips tightly as he started to shift. He started fucking you, gripping so tightly you knew there were going to be marks tomorrow, and you couldn’t fucking wait. You loved the idea of bruises from Luke scattered among your skin, reminding you of tonight.
“Are you off in your own little world Princess? Ah ah, you need to focus on the here and now.” He muttered. His hand came down harshly on your ass again, in the same spot where the skin was still flushed pink, and you moaned as he continued fucking you.
You felt your orgasm approaching, almost too quick but Luke didn’t seem to care. He continued to fuck you roughly through your orgasm, your thighs starting to shake as you came all over his cock. He fucked you through it’s entirety, your body becoming spent as he neared his own orgasm.
“Fuck, Princess. I’m going to cum inside this heaven sent pussy, got it?” He murmured, bending over quickly to press a kiss along your spine and you only nodded as you couldn’t find the words. You were so oversensitive already, and you moaned as you felt him cum inside of you. He stilled for a second, before slowly pulling out and he watched the cum drip out of your sweet cunt.
He pressed one last kiss to the tender spot on your ass, before going out of the room and you heard him in the bathroom down the hall. You laid on the bench, exhausted and your arms hanging below you as Luke returned. He helped clean up a bit, then wrapped his arms around you to rotate you and picked you up.
“You all exhausted from me fucking you?” He murmured, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You nodded lazily and tangled your fingers into his hair, and brushed through them slightly. “I’m so tired now Lu,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he walked across the hall and into the bedroom.
He placed you gently onto the bed and pulled the blanket over you. He kissed your forehead, and laid beside you, an arm wrapped around you still. “Next time, I’m tying that pretty ass up,”
Requested: Yes -Being in a relationship w soft luke and being in a girls night w you, because he didn't have anything else to do. And y/n friends end up telling him about your other sexual experiences, realizing he's too soft w you, the next day he ends up fucking u on his piano lol
Word Count: ~2,900
Contains: dom!Luke, spanking, some new toys, overstimulation, you’ll have to see what else ;-)
“Baby, you really don’t have to stay.” You said, smiling slightly as you continued to stir the brownie batter and he chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders. He lifted himself onto the island in the middle of the kitchen, and watched as you walked closer to him and moved between his legs.
“Yeah, I know. But the boys are busy and I love you a lot,” He murmured, dipping his head down to kiss you and you smiled into the kiss, “Plus, it’s always good to have one sober person to take care of you guys while they’re all here.”
You laughed as you kissed his nose again, before backing up to the countertop. You continued to stir the batter before finally pouring it into the tray and setting it into the oven.
“You’re not wrong, but really. We can be fine, you don’t have to be stuck in a girls night.” You said, moving back over to nestle yourself between his legs and you wrapped your arms around his waist as he kissed the top of your head.
“I know, but I always feel so beautiful after your guys’ girls night. Like with the face masks and getting my nails done. I love spending time with you and your friends babygirl,” He answered, and you hummed as you pulled away, attaching your lips once more, “I love you.”
“And I love you. Now, can you help me out and go pick up some drinks? You know that Bailey will outdrink us all.” You mumbled, and he chuckled as he nodded, “Do you need a list or do you know enough of what we want?”
“Should be fine babygirl, I’ve only been dating you for three years.” He said, smiling as he pushed down off of the counter and walked over to you, gripping your hips and pulling you into him, “Besides, I’ve been around your friends enough to know everything. There are no secrets between me and you,”
* * *
“Oh shove off,” You directed at Dakota as she brought up a memory from college you wish you’d forget, but your fingers were grazing Luke’s arm as the two of you sat there, your friends surrounding you and Dakota snorted as she shook her head and set her empty bottle down on the table.
You moved Luke’s arm away from your body and stood, gathering the empty bottles from the living room and taking some of the dishes away as well. You walked past the girls, only for Bailey to reach out and smack your ass, and you turned and smacked her shoulder as you looked at her.
“Excuse you?” You said, laughing and Bailey winked as she looked around.
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t like it.” Sarah teased, and you rolled your eyes as you sat on the arm of the chair and looked at her, “We know how kinky you are, I bet Luke does it to you all the time.”
You glanced at Luke, a slightly horrified expression on your face but Luke remained calm and just shook his head with a small smile on his face. Your friends had no idea that the most adventurous thing between you and Luke had been giving him a blowjob recently in the kitchen, they had no idea how innocent the two of you were.
“Oh Jesus Luke, did she ever tell you about the kinky shit she did in college? I mean, you experience it but damn she was into some freaky shit.” Dakota said, laughing and the girls nodded in agreement as you quickly gathered the empty bottles and took them into the kitchen.
“That one time we walked back into the apartment and Bailey walked into the room to find a guy handcuffed to your bed when you were getting a toy to use on him.” Sarah said, and you heard Luke chuckle and turned to see him walking towards you.
“Or the time she got caught with someone in the hot tub? Or when I found you with a random getting tied up when I needed to borrow a dress?” Bailey said, and the girls continued laughing as Luke stood behind you, and rested his head on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you.
“Never knew you were kinky baby,” He murmured in your ear, and you sighed as you turned around and faced him, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was, well I was ashamed I guess. The person that I was back then is different now. Plus, I didn’t want to break it out and have you freak out. You didn’t ever ask to do anything, you never told me you wanted to change it up, I don’t know,” You whispered, and he frowned as he cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead.
“Babygirl, I could never judge you. And, I never brought it up because I didn’t want to push you.”
“I’m sorry, especially that you had to find out this way. I should have talked to you about it sooner,” You mumbled, and he shrugged as he hugged you tightly into his chest, and you sighed.
“We can talk about this later, just keep having fun with your friends. I’m going to go upstairs for the night, but have fun.” He said, and you nodded as you backed away, and he dipped his head down to kiss you, before he was squeezing your hand and he walked upstairs.
“I love you,” He called, and you smiled as he paused at the stairs and waited for you to say it back.
“I love you. Now go, get away from them,” You said, smiling as he chuckled and continued walking up. You went back into the living room, your thoughts preoccupied with Luke and how you were afraid that this could affect your relationship, though you knew it wouldn’t be a drastic change with Luke. You loved him, and he loved you, just there was a side of you that he didn’t know until now.
“You good?” Sarah asked, and you nodded as you were drawn out of your thoughts and smiled.
“Yeah, all good. Luke went upstairs so he could let us have some quality time together,” You said, hoping that that was the reason and the girls talked about how kind that was of him, and you were back thinking about him once again. You had to do something to make it up to him, but you weren’t sure how.
* * *
You climbed out of the car and sighed as you grabbed your bag from the other seat, and grumbled to yourself about how ready you were to just be at home and not at work. You pulled your keys out of your purse and unlocked the door, and shut it behind you.
“I’m home baby,” You called, and you didn’t hear anything as you kicked your shoes off and set your keys and bag onto the shelf beside the door. You looked around, not seeing Luke in the living room or the kitchen, and you journeyed into the hall to find out what room he was in. You heard soft music coming from one of them, and you saw that he was in his creative room.
In between the band's breaks, he had to have a place at home where he could do it all; write, practice, create new music. It was his safe space within the house, solely his room. You respected his creative process, but you still liked to go in and listen while he worked.
The music stopped as you drew near the door, and as you turned the knob to open the door, you felt him grab you roughly and pull a blindfold over your eyes. He pulled you into his arms and you tried not to giggle as he sat you down on the bench.
“You want to be kinky Princess?” He murmured, his lips grazing your skin and you smiled as you felt his hands move to your blouse and begin to unbutton it. You giggled as you nodded, unsure of how to react as Luke tried something new, “I can be kinky.”
“Let’s go baby boy,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor.
“Ah, ah baby girl,” He teased, you could hear the smile on his face at it, “I’m in charge tonight. Since you and the girls were talking last week, this is all that I have been thinking about. Having you completely under my control, to have you completely weak for me.”
You felt his lips on your neck, sucking a mark down into the skin and you whimpered. All you wanted right now was to be able to see him, to see what he was doing right now but nothing, “I am going to wreck you tonight Princess.”
You felt your whole body flush as his lips continued to move down your neck to your chest, his teeth grazing your nipple. His hand cupped the other side of your chest, roughly grabbing it and you couldn’t help but giggle at the idea that Luke was finally giving you what you used to crave.
“Giggling, really?” He muttered.
“Baby you can’t blame me for giggling, you are usually my little vanilla in bed,” You whispered back. You frowned as he pulled away, your body already missing his hands and lips on you.
“I’m sorry Lu, I don’t mean it in a mocking way,” You called, hating that you couldn’t see in front of you. You listened as he moved around the room, and your legs clamped together as you heard a switch click, and a faint vibrating noise that grew louder as Luke walked back toward you.
“I’m going to help you lay down, and from there - I don’t want you talking anymore. Do you understand?” Luke murmured, his voice soft yet firm and you nodded. He placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you down onto the piano bench, “Good girl.”
He spread your legs for you, and your whole body nearly seized as you felt your vibrator connect with your clit. You whimpered as he held it there, then he slowly started rubbing your clit with it. It was the most sensitive part of your body and you felt your body becoming unraveled as he continued doing it.
“Don’t you cum without my permission yet,” he grumbled, but you couldn’t focus on his words at the moment. The vibrator was still mercilessly pressed against your clit and your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head from the intensity. Luke flicked his thumb and the vibrator increased, and you whimpered loudly as it continued buzzing.
“No loud noises,” Luke teased in your ear, and he covered your mouth with the palm of his hand as he increased the intensity once again. You cried out against his hand, your orgasm approaching quickly. You couldn’t even let him know how quickly it crashed over you, your thighs convulsing as he continued holding it against your body.
You whimpered as you threw your head back into the bench, a muffled ‘ow’ leaving your lips as you came but that didn’t matter in the moment. Even through your orgasm, Luke held the vibrator against your clit and continued rubbing it. Your body was so oversensitive now that your legs couldn’t stop shaking. Finally, he switched it off and your whole body became dead weight.
“Tsk, oh Princess. You came without permission and you came way too early. Two minutes? You’ve got to hold out longer than that,” He murmured in your ear and he slid his hand between the bench and your back and helped you sit up. Your chest was still heaving as you fought to catch your breath.
You squinted your eyes as he removed the blindfold, and you looked up to see him with a smirk on his lips. He sat down on the bench beside you and motioned for you to lay across his lap. You licked your lips and nodded, eagerly climbing over him to do what was asked. He rubbed your ass gently, massaging it with both hands and you hummed as you were ready for what’s next.
“When you disobey, you get punished. Do you want to be punished?” He asked, his hands pausing on your ass and you had to turn your face to hide your smile. You loved this side of him, he just needed to work on being more dominant.
His hand came down on your ass harshly, and you whimpered as you looked back to see the skin, already glowing a bright pink where his hand just was.
“Answer me.”
“I don’t want to be punished, but I know I need to be,” You breathed out, and he nodded as he went back to caressing your skin.
“Good girl. Now, because I was planning on using that vibrator for at least five minutes, you need five spankings. Plus three, for every minute you missed.” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your ass but suddenly you felt his teeth dig into your skin. You moaned quietly, pressing your arm into your face and he chuckled. He pulled his hand back from where he was caressing your skin, only to smack down on your ass harshly. You bit down on your lip as he continued doing so, counting out with each slap against your skin.
“Now baby, now I want you in doggy on this bench. I want to see that pretty little pussy up in the air for me, got it?” He asked, his hand coming down to rub the reddening skin and you nodded as you quickly shifted off of him. You knelt on the bench, doing exactly as he asked, pushing your ass up into the air. He chuckled as he stared at you, his eyes hungry as he took you in.
“Such a fucking goddess,” He murmured, coming down to sit on the bench behind you. He licked a teasing strip up your pussy, his tongue collecting the wetness. You were so shocked at this Luke, but you fucking loved it.
“Baby, I need you to fuck me.” You nearly whined out, and he chuckled before pressing his face back up against your cunt, devouring you as if you were the last meal on this earth. You pressed your own face into the bench, gripping onto the slim bench as he continued eating you out. He brought you close to your orgasm and you tried to focus on your breathing to hold it off. As you were nearing the top, your thighs starting to shake, he suddenly pulled away. You whimpered, but had enough energy to turn your head towards him to see him stroking his cock a few times before pushing into your wetness. He moaned as he immersed himself fully into you, gripping onto your hips tightly as he started to shift. He started fucking you, gripping so tightly you knew there were going to be marks tomorrow, and you couldn’t fucking wait. You loved the idea of bruises from Luke scattered among your skin, reminding you of tonight.
“Are you off in your own little world Princess? Ah ah, you need to focus on the here and now.” He muttered. His hand came down harshly on your ass again, in the same spot where the skin was still flushed pink, and you moaned as he continued fucking you.
You felt your orgasm approaching, almost too quick but Luke didn’t seem to care. He continued to fuck you roughly through your orgasm, your thighs starting to shake as you came all over his cock. He fucked you through it’s entirety, your body becoming spent as he neared his own orgasm.
“Fuck, Princess. I’m going to cum inside this heaven sent pussy, got it?” He murmured, bending over quickly to press a kiss along your spine and you only nodded as you couldn’t find the words. You were so oversensitive already, and you moaned as you felt him cum inside of you. He stilled for a second, before slowly pulling out and he watched the cum drip out of your sweet cunt.
He pressed one last kiss to the tender spot on your ass, before going out of the room and you heard him in the bathroom down the hall. You laid on the bench, exhausted and your arms hanging below you as Luke returned. He helped clean up a bit, then wrapped his arms around you to rotate you and picked you up.
“You all exhausted from me fucking you?” He murmured, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You nodded lazily and tangled your fingers into his hair, and brushed through them slightly. “I’m so tired now Lu,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he walked across the hall and into the bedroom.
He placed you gently onto the bed and pulled the blanket over you. He kissed your forehead, and laid beside you, an arm wrapped around you still. “Next time, I’m tying that pretty ass up,”
I'm a sucker for an enemies to lovers + forced proximity arc, what can I say?
Summary: Reader gets an unlucky break when she gets stuck traveling with Tyler for a couple of weeks for AEW's tour of the Pacific North West before Double or Nothing. She and Tyler have never bothered to get along. But truth be told, she doesn't quite know why.
You read the text from your wonderful AEW EVP's over again, making sure that you've read it right. And unfortunately you have.
Somehow, after some kind of vague mix-up or other, according to the message anyway, you've been stuck with the infamous HOOK as a travel partner for AEW's PNW tour.
Begrudgingly, you collect your bags from the hotel room you're staying at and decide to meet your new travel partner in the lobby. You check out of your room at the main desk and glance around for any sign of Tyler hanging around. You spot Taz's broody kid leaning against a far wall in the lobby and head over to him.
"Hey, Tyler." You attempt to be civil since you're going to be stuck with him all week.
"Hey." Tyler nods to you, an emotionless expression on his face. He pushes off the wall and slings his bag over his shoulder. "You ready to head out?" He asks you. "We're due for a house show in Portland tomorrow. Drive is a couple of hours."
You nod and adjust your bag hanging off your shoulder. "Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are." You step off to the side and let Tyler lead the way.
Tyler leads the way out into the parking lot and over to a black SUV he's renting for the week. He pops the trunk open and tosses his bag into the back before moving off to the side so you can do the same. You toss your bags down next to his, your brightly colored luggage a stark contrast to his black ones, and Tyler slams the trunk shut.
"I'm driving." Tyler fishes the keys to the SUV out of his pocket and flashes them at you.
"Fine by me." You shrug and walk over to the passenger side of the car.
Both of you climb into the car in silence, and Tyler pulls the SUV out of the parking lot and out into the hectic Seattle traffic. Neither of you bother to make conversation, so Tyler switches on the radio to some random hip-hop channel.
"If you're not into the station, I'll change it here in a bit." Tyler speaks up after a couple of songs pass.
"This one is fine." You reply with a shrug.
Silence falls over the two of you again as the SUV flies down the road in the dark. You grow bored pretty fast and hum along to the radio for a bit while you scroll through your phone. What you don't notice is Tyler glancing your way once in a while as you quietly sing along to the radio when a good song comes in.
A couple of hours into the ride, Tyler stops off at some gas station in some nowhere off-ramp town.
"I'm gonna use the bathroom and grab some food." Tyler explains as he turns the car off.
"Cool. I'll do the same." You nod and unbuckle yourself out of your seat.
You and Tyler head inside and he heads to the bathroom while you make a b-line for the snack aisle. You grab an energy drink from one of the fridges on the back wall, then start looking through the chips and other salty snacks on the shelf in front of you.
Tyler comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later and you see him grab the same brand of energy drink out of the fridge as you from the corner of your eye. You pick out a small bag of chips before moving to the candy aisle for something sweet.
Once you've collected a nice round-up of snacks, you head up to the check-out and set everything onto the counter. Tyler comes up from behind you and sets his stuff down as well, and you can't help but notice that your choices in snacks are almost identical.
You fish out your wallet from your pocket to pay for your snacks but Tyler shoulders in front of you before you can pull it out of the confines of your pocket.
"I got it." Tyler mumbles as he pushes past you.
You stumble back a couple of steps as Tyler hands a couple of bills over to the cashier. The cashier takes the cash and returns some change to Tyler who pockets the extra's and grabs his stuff off the counter.
"...Thanks." You give Tyler a quick thank you as he steps passed you with his food and drink in hand.
You grab your stuff off the counter and follow Tyler back out to the car in silece. Tyler sets his stuff inside the car and turns back around to pump some gas before the two off you depart. You stop in front of the car and frown.
"You should have let me at least pay for some gas." You complain, feeling like a leech.
"Nah. It's my rental." Tyler replies as he leans against the side of the car. "Don't worry about it." He assures you.
You huff out a breath and watch the screen on the pump climb in price. "Well do you at least want me to drive for a while?" You ask Tyler, tired of feeling halpless this whole trip.
"Nah." Tyler replies again nonchalantly. "We're more than halfway there. It's fine." He insists.
"Whatever." You grumble to yourself at Tyler's aloofness and climb back into the passenger side of the car.
You climb into the passenger seat and settle into your spot. You glance out the window at Tyler as he finishes up pumping gas. Your phone buzzes and you check your messages. You find a text from Skye waiting for you.
-How the trip going?
-fine I guess. hes just so cold. idk what to do
-hang in there babe! u got this!
-I'll try. wish me luck!
Tyler climbs back into the car and you put your phone back into your pocket. He switches the car back on and pulls back onto the road.
Tyler drives for about another hour in silence before you can't take it anymore. You glance over at him and muster up the courage to say something.
"Are you sure that you don't want me to drive?" You ask. "I'm more than happy to take over for a while." You assure him.
"I've got it." Tyler shakes his head. "Besides, we're almost there."
You nod and bite the inside of your lip. "Are you sure?" You speak up again. "You've been driving for like 4 hours straight." You remind him.
"I'm fine, Y/N." Tyler insists. "If you want to help with something you can do me a solid and crack open my drink for me." He suggests.
"Yeah, sure." You nod and crack open his drink for him. "You need me to hand feed you Dorito's too?" You quip.
Your eyes are fixed on the road so you don't see the hint of a smile crack on Tyler's face at your quip.
Silence once again overtakes the car ride until you and Tyler finally make it to the hotel at around 1am. You grab your bags and head inside to the front desk. You get checked into your shared room and are given two keycards, giving one to Tyler when he joins you in the lobby.
The two of you head up to the room in silence. You make it into the room first and set your bags down onto one of the queen beds in the room. Tyler takes the other bed and the two of you silently unpack.
"I'm going to grab a quick shower before I go to sleep." You inform Tyler as you fish your sleepwear out of your bag.
You grab your comfy oversized tshirt and the comfy underwear you like to sleep in and head into the bathroom. Tyler unpacks his bag and changes into some more loose-fitting sweats before setting his bags down onto the floor and climbing into his bed for the night.
Tyler plugs in his phone and scrolls through it for a while. He can hear you singing to yourself from the bathroom and cracks a small smile.
"There's still hot water if you want to rinse off." You come out of the bathroom a bit later, toweling off your hair.
"I'll shower in the morning." Tyler shrugs and looks up from his phone at you as you discard your towel into the bascket sitting by the bathroom door.
You shrug and climb into your bed. "Suit yourself. I'm going to bed." You plug in your phone to your charger and switch the bedside lamp off.
Tyler does the same and you both get some sleep.
Much later into the morning you are woken up by the sound of someone rummaging around the hotel room. You yawn and prop yourself up in bed and check the time on your phone. 7am.
"Please don't tell me that you're a morning person?" You groan and sit up in bed.
You rub the sleep from your eyes and find Tyler digging through his bags for his gym clothes. Your breath hitches in your throat when your eyes land on his bare back, muscles flexing and moving with every movement. His sweats hang low on his hips, and you can only imagine what they look like from the front.
"Always have been." Tyler answers your question. "I'm going to change and then head to the gym for a couple of hours." He explains.
"Okay." You nod and stretch your arms above your head. "I think I'm just going to hang out here for a couple more hours. Maybe grab some breakfast."
Tyler nods and you watch him walk off with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. You lay in bed for another hour or so before you decide to get dressed and grab something to eat. You pull a cute outfit from your bag and strip off your sleeping shirt in front of your bed.
You switch your underwear and bra and are in the middle of squeezing into a pair of jeans when the door clicks open.
"I'm back. You in here?" Tyler steps through the door as you move to grab something to cover yourself up with. "Oh, sorry. I'll just, step back out." Tyler see's that you're changing and retreats back into the hall.
You pull your shirt over your head and call for Tyler to come back inside the room. He cautiously comes back through the door and tosses his bag onto the floor.
"Sorry, YN. I didn't mean to barge in on you." He apologizes for almost catching you naked. "I guess I should have knocked." He muses.
"It's fine." You shrug and zip your suitcase back up. "My ring gear is way more provocative, right?" You joke. "I was just going to grab breakfast at that place across the street. You're welcome to come if you want."
Tyler nods and grabs a fresh hoodie from his bag. He pulls it over his head and gets the door for you. "Sure, I could eat."
You and Tyler head over to the diner and eat in a comfortable silence. You eventually get him to casually chat with you about some stuff and learn that the two of you share a few hobbies.
After your breakfast has finished you reach for your bag to fish your wallet out of it and pay the bill. Tyler spots your gesture and grabs your hand that's still on the table.
"Hey, I've got it, YN." Tyler insists.
"Again?" You look back up at him with narrowed eyes. "Are you sure? I'm kind of starting to feel like a mooch." You admit, but you can see that Tyler doesn't plan on changing his mind any time soon. "Can I at least get the tip?" You ask him.
Tyler cracks a small grin and nods, letting go of your hand. "Sure." He agrees to let you leave a tip.
You smile happily and pull a couple of bills out of your wallet. You leave them on the table and head out with Tyler back to the hotel room. The two of you have different schedules for the show so you part ways for a few hours.
Much later into the night you are packed up and getting ready to head back to the hotel. You stop outside the arena where there are some fans grouped up and waiting to see some of the people from the show. You run into them and agree to sign a couple of things and take a few photos with some of the girls hanging out.
"What about me, beautiful?" One of the guys with the group of girls breaks through the crowd and approaches you. "Can I get a picture too?" He asks you with a cocky grin.
Reluctantly, you nod and agree to a photo. Normally you'd never agree to take a photo with some tool like this. But you don't want to make a scene in front of the girls that were being polite and waited so long to have a chance at meeting you.
"Sure, why not. One wont hurt, right?" You gesture for the guy to step next to you.
The guy eagerly fishes his phone out of his pocket and steps over to you. You force a smile on your face as he slings an arm around you for the picture. The scent of his nasty colonge assaults your senses but you bear it and wait for the photo to be taken.
The fan pulls you into his side as close as he can get and goes to take the photo. His hand thats slung over the back of your shoulders slides down your back and stops dangerously close to your ass.
You grimace and step away from the fan, intent on telling him off. But someone beats you to the punch. "Hey! What the fuck? Get off of her!" Tyler suddenly appears and stomps towards you and the fanboy.
The fanboy scoffs and turns to confront Tyler. "Excuse me? Do you mind, man? I'm trying to get a picture!" He nods toward you.
"Looks more to me like you were trying to cop a feel." Tyler replies and steps between you and the fanboy.
"What it to you?" The fanboy sneers. "You her boyfriend or something?"
You grab Tylers arm thats posistioned toward you and catch his attention. "Ty, it's fine." You assure him. "Come on. Let's just get out of here." You tug gently on his arm. "He's not worth getting into a brawl over. He's a loser." You shoot a glare at the fanboy. "Who thinks that he's way cooler than he is. Trust me bro, these girls? They know you're a loser too." You nod toward the group of girls standing silently a few feet away.
"Whatever, bitch." The fanboy snarls at you and Tyler takes a step toward him.
"Ty, come on." You give Tyler's arm another tug and he backs off the fanboy.
Tyler turns back toward you and the two of you walk off. "Whatever man. Let's get out of here, YN. Before I change my mind." He lets you drag him off.
"You two make a cute couple!" One of the girls in the group shouts as you drag Tyler away from the crowd.
You and Tyler glance at one another and you let go of his arm. You turn away first to hide the blush on your cheeks and don't notice Tyler's sly little smile.
"Thanks for having my back, Tyler." You thank him. "You're not so bad after all, mister cold-hearted badboy." You knock into his side playfully.
"I got your back, YN. No sweat." Tyler knocks back into you with a grin.
I'm a sucker for an enemies to lovers + forced proximity arc, what can I say?
Summary: Reader gets an unlucky break when she gets stuck traveling with Tyler for a couple of weeks for AEW's tour of the Pacific North West before Double or Nothing. She and Tyler have never bothered to get along. But truth be told, she doesn't quite know why.
You read the text from your wonderful AEW EVP's over again, making sure that you've read it right. And unfortunately you have.
Somehow, after some kind of vague mix-up or other, according to the message anyway, you've been stuck with the infamous HOOK as a travel partner for AEW's PNW tour.
Begrudgingly, you collect your bags from the hotel room you're staying at and decide to meet your new travel partner in the lobby. You check out of your room at the main desk and glance around for any sign of Tyler hanging around. You spot Taz's broody kid leaning against a far wall in the lobby and head over to him.
"Hey, Tyler." You attempt to be civil since you're going to be stuck with him all week.
"Hey." Tyler nods to you, an emotionless expression on his face. He pushes off the wall and slings his bag over his shoulder. "You ready to head out?" He asks you. "We're due for a house show in Portland tomorrow. Drive is a couple of hours."
You nod and adjust your bag hanging off your shoulder. "Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are." You step off to the side and let Tyler lead the way.
Tyler leads the way out into the parking lot and over to a black SUV he's renting for the week. He pops the trunk open and tosses his bag into the back before moving off to the side so you can do the same. You toss your bags down next to his, your brightly colored luggage a stark contrast to his black ones, and Tyler slams the trunk shut.
"I'm driving." Tyler fishes the keys to the SUV out of his pocket and flashes them at you.
"Fine by me." You shrug and walk over to the passenger side of the car.
Both of you climb into the car in silence, and Tyler pulls the SUV out of the parking lot and out into the hectic Seattle traffic. Neither of you bother to make conversation, so Tyler switches on the radio to some random hip-hop channel.
"If you're not into the station, I'll change it here in a bit." Tyler speaks up after a couple of songs pass.
"This one is fine." You reply with a shrug.
Silence falls over the two of you again as the SUV flies down the road in the dark. You grow bored pretty fast and hum along to the radio for a bit while you scroll through your phone. What you don't notice is Tyler glancing your way once in a while as you quietly sing along to the radio when a good song comes in.
A couple of hours into the ride, Tyler stops off at some gas station in some nowhere off-ramp town.
"I'm gonna use the bathroom and grab some food." Tyler explains as he turns the car off.
"Cool. I'll do the same." You nod and unbuckle yourself out of your seat.
You and Tyler head inside and he heads to the bathroom while you make a b-line for the snack aisle. You grab an energy drink from one of the fridges on the back wall, then start looking through the chips and other salty snacks on the shelf in front of you.
Tyler comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later and you see him grab the same brand of energy drink out of the fridge as you from the corner of your eye. You pick out a small bag of chips before moving to the candy aisle for something sweet.
Once you've collected a nice round-up of snacks, you head up to the check-out and set everything onto the counter. Tyler comes up from behind you and sets his stuff down as well, and you can't help but notice that your choices in snacks are almost identical.
You fish out your wallet from your pocket to pay for your snacks but Tyler shoulders in front of you before you can pull it out of the confines of your pocket.
"I got it." Tyler mumbles as he pushes past you.
You stumble back a couple of steps as Tyler hands a couple of bills over to the cashier. The cashier takes the cash and returns some change to Tyler who pockets the extra's and grabs his stuff off the counter.
"...Thanks." You give Tyler a quick thank you as he steps passed you with his food and drink in hand.
You grab your stuff off the counter and follow Tyler back out to the car in silece. Tyler sets his stuff inside the car and turns back around to pump some gas before the two off you depart. You stop in front of the car and frown.
"You should have let me at least pay for some gas." You complain, feeling like a leech.
"Nah. It's my rental." Tyler replies as he leans against the side of the car. "Don't worry about it." He assures you.
You huff out a breath and watch the screen on the pump climb in price. "Well do you at least want me to drive for a while?" You ask Tyler, tired of feeling halpless this whole trip.
"Nah." Tyler replies again nonchalantly. "We're more than halfway there. It's fine." He insists.
"Whatever." You grumble to yourself at Tyler's aloofness and climb back into the passenger side of the car.
You climb into the passenger seat and settle into your spot. You glance out the window at Tyler as he finishes up pumping gas. Your phone buzzes and you check your messages. You find a text from Skye waiting for you.
-How the trip going?
-fine I guess. hes just so cold. idk what to do
-hang in there babe! u got this!
-I'll try. wish me luck!
Tyler climbs back into the car and you put your phone back into your pocket. He switches the car back on and pulls back onto the road.
Tyler drives for about another hour in silence before you can't take it anymore. You glance over at him and muster up the courage to say something.
"Are you sure that you don't want me to drive?" You ask. "I'm more than happy to take over for a while." You assure him.
"I've got it." Tyler shakes his head. "Besides, we're almost there."
You nod and bite the inside of your lip. "Are you sure?" You speak up again. "You've been driving for like 4 hours straight." You remind him.
"I'm fine, Y/N." Tyler insists. "If you want to help with something you can do me a solid and crack open my drink for me." He suggests.
"Yeah, sure." You nod and crack open his drink for him. "You need me to hand feed you Dorito's too?" You quip.
Your eyes are fixed on the road so you don't see the hint of a smile crack on Tyler's face at your quip.
Silence once again overtakes the car ride until you and Tyler finally make it to the hotel at around 1am. You grab your bags and head inside to the front desk. You get checked into your shared room and are given two keycards, giving one to Tyler when he joins you in the lobby.
The two of you head up to the room in silence. You make it into the room first and set your bags down onto one of the queen beds in the room. Tyler takes the other bed and the two of you silently unpack.
"I'm going to grab a quick shower before I go to sleep." You inform Tyler as you fish your sleepwear out of your bag.
You grab your comfy oversized tshirt and the comfy underwear you like to sleep in and head into the bathroom. Tyler unpacks his bag and changes into some more loose-fitting sweats before setting his bags down onto the floor and climbing into his bed for the night.
Tyler plugs in his phone and scrolls through it for a while. He can hear you singing to yourself from the bathroom and cracks a small smile.
"There's still hot water if you want to rinse off." You come out of the bathroom a bit later, toweling off your hair.
"I'll shower in the morning." Tyler shrugs and looks up from his phone at you as you discard your towel into the bascket sitting by the bathroom door.
You shrug and climb into your bed. "Suit yourself. I'm going to bed." You plug in your phone to your charger and switch the bedside lamp off.
Tyler does the same and you both get some sleep.
Much later into the morning you are woken up by the sound of someone rummaging around the hotel room. You yawn and prop yourself up in bed and check the time on your phone. 7am.
"Please don't tell me that you're a morning person?" You groan and sit up in bed.
You rub the sleep from your eyes and find Tyler digging through his bags for his gym clothes. Your breath hitches in your throat when your eyes land on his bare back, muscles flexing and moving with every movement. His sweats hang low on his hips, and you can only imagine what they look like from the front.
"Always have been." Tyler answers your question. "I'm going to change and then head to the gym for a couple of hours." He explains.
"Okay." You nod and stretch your arms above your head. "I think I'm just going to hang out here for a couple more hours. Maybe grab some breakfast."
Tyler nods and you watch him walk off with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. You lay in bed for another hour or so before you decide to get dressed and grab something to eat. You pull a cute outfit from your bag and strip off your sleeping shirt in front of your bed.
You switch your underwear and bra and are in the middle of squeezing into a pair of jeans when the door clicks open.
"I'm back. You in here?" Tyler steps through the door as you move to grab something to cover yourself up with. "Oh, sorry. I'll just, step back out." Tyler see's that you're changing and retreats back into the hall.
You pull your shirt over your head and call for Tyler to come back inside the room. He cautiously comes back through the door and tosses his bag onto the floor.
"Sorry, YN. I didn't mean to barge in on you." He apologizes for almost catching you naked. "I guess I should have knocked." He muses.
"It's fine." You shrug and zip your suitcase back up. "My ring gear is way more provocative, right?" You joke. "I was just going to grab breakfast at that place across the street. You're welcome to come if you want."
Tyler nods and grabs a fresh hoodie from his bag. He pulls it over his head and gets the door for you. "Sure, I could eat."
You and Tyler head over to the diner and eat in a comfortable silence. You eventually get him to casually chat with you about some stuff and learn that the two of you share a few hobbies.
After your breakfast has finished you reach for your bag to fish your wallet out of it and pay the bill. Tyler spots your gesture and grabs your hand that's still on the table.
"Hey, I've got it, YN." Tyler insists.
"Again?" You look back up at him with narrowed eyes. "Are you sure? I'm kind of starting to feel like a mooch." You admit, but you can see that Tyler doesn't plan on changing his mind any time soon. "Can I at least get the tip?" You ask him.
Tyler cracks a small grin and nods, letting go of your hand. "Sure." He agrees to let you leave a tip.
You smile happily and pull a couple of bills out of your wallet. You leave them on the table and head out with Tyler back to the hotel room. The two of you have different schedules for the show so you part ways for a few hours.
Much later into the night you are packed up and getting ready to head back to the hotel. You stop outside the arena where there are some fans grouped up and waiting to see some of the people from the show. You run into them and agree to sign a couple of things and take a few photos with some of the girls hanging out.
"What about me, beautiful?" One of the guys with the group of girls breaks through the crowd and approaches you. "Can I get a picture too?" He asks you with a cocky grin.
Reluctantly, you nod and agree to a photo. Normally you'd never agree to take a photo with some tool like this. But you don't want to make a scene in front of the girls that were being polite and waited so long to have a chance at meeting you.
"Sure, why not. One wont hurt, right?" You gesture for the guy to step next to you.
The guy eagerly fishes his phone out of his pocket and steps over to you. You force a smile on your face as he slings an arm around you for the picture. The scent of his nasty colonge assaults your senses but you bear it and wait for the photo to be taken.
The fan pulls you into his side as close as he can get and goes to take the photo. His hand thats slung over the back of your shoulders slides down your back and stops dangerously close to your ass.
You grimace and step away from the fan, intent on telling him off. But someone beats you to the punch. "Hey! What the fuck? Get off of her!" Tyler suddenly appears and stomps towards you and the fanboy.
The fanboy scoffs and turns to confront Tyler. "Excuse me? Do you mind, man? I'm trying to get a picture!" He nods toward you.
"Looks more to me like you were trying to cop a feel." Tyler replies and steps between you and the fanboy.
"What it to you?" The fanboy sneers. "You her boyfriend or something?"
You grab Tylers arm thats posistioned toward you and catch his attention. "Ty, it's fine." You assure him. "Come on. Let's just get out of here." You tug gently on his arm. "He's not worth getting into a brawl over. He's a loser." You shoot a glare at the fanboy. "Who thinks that he's way cooler than he is. Trust me bro, these girls? They know you're a loser too." You nod toward the group of girls standing silently a few feet away.
"Whatever, bitch." The fanboy snarls at you and Tyler takes a step toward him.
"Ty, come on." You give Tyler's arm another tug and he backs off the fanboy.
Tyler turns back toward you and the two of you walk off. "Whatever man. Let's get out of here, YN. Before I change my mind." He lets you drag him off.
"You two make a cute couple!" One of the girls in the group shouts as you drag Tyler away from the crowd.
You and Tyler glance at one another and you let go of his arm. You turn away first to hide the blush on your cheeks and don't notice Tyler's sly little smile.
"Thanks for having my back, Tyler." You thank him. "You're not so bad after all, mister cold-hearted badboy." You knock into his side playfully.
"I got your back, YN. No sweat." Tyler knocks back into you with a grin.
summary: it's so fun to tease luke, to rile him up and get him right where you want him. but actions come with consequences.
warnings: 18+ only. minors DNI. teasing, dirty talk, safe sane and consensual, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), shower sex, established relationship, light daddy kink.
words: 3,831
a/n: to the anon that requested this, i hope this is satisfactory. i literally could not stop thinking about it all of last night and today. so. here it is.
feedback and constructive criticism welcome. requests are open!
The first words Luke has spoken to you in the last twenty minutes, since the two of you bid your friends goodbye at the restaurant. They’re spoken so low and strained that it warms your chest, heart fluttering when you hear your boyfriend’s uneven breaths echo the vehicle.
Only minutes away from home, you know the moment you’re both out of the car and heading inside he’ll be all over you. He hasn’t stopped staring at you all night, in particular the black dress that clings to your frame like second skin. Exposing just enough of your chest that someone tall, like him, has a rather perfect view. But his favorite, as you know, is the slit up your left thigh in the velvet fabric.
Your fingers toy with the lace trim, humming in hopes you’re maintaining a sense of obliviousness, while your dress hikes further up your thigh, exposing mouth-watering skin you know Luke just can’t resist.
He shifts in his seat, likely trying to relieve pressure, dick strained against the seam of his dress slacks. He’s never subtle about how hard he gets for you, or how quickly, but the less he speaks, the angrier he becomes. His silence is like a time bomb, and likely you won’t make it to the foyer before he’s buried inside of you.
But that isn’t what you’re aiming for. Not tonight. No, you want to draw it out. Your lips lift into a light smile, remembering when Luke had dropped his fork beneath the table and found your thighs splayed open, white lace doing almost nothing to conceal you. His nails scratched along the inside of your thigh, desperate, but ultimately restrained himself in favor of not looking like a sex-crazed idiot in front of your friends.
You want more of that. Being just out of Luke’s reach. Taunting him, speaking with sways of your hips and telling him just wait with your eyes. You want him to fiend for it, beg and beg while he’s right there on the edge so close to taking what he wants until you give him permission. The sex is always better when he’s desperate.
“I haven’t done anything.” You hum quietly, keeping your eyes trained out of the window as Luke makes a right turn into your neighborhood. It’s late, nearly eleven-thirty, which only makes your plan all the more enjoyable.
Luke scoffs. His knuckles remain white, clasped so tightly around the steering wheel that it makes your stomach pool with warmth. It’s thrilling to see him fighting it off, resisting the urge to fuck you in the car before you even make it inside. “You’re a terrible liar, Y/N.”
You let his words settle between you. Instead of a verbal response, you force out a yawn, followed by a sigh that sounds too whiny and moan-like. Luke shifts in his seat once again, before pulling into the driveway.
You’ve never seen him shift the vehicle into park so quickly, or remove the keys from the ignition. You maintain the sense of aloofness, slowly sliding out of the car and trekking towards the front door, Luke hot on your heels as you punch in the code for the electronic door lock.
Luke kicks his shoes off behind you, as your heels clack on the wooden floors. Phase one, light teasing in the car, complete. Now for phase two. You begin yawning once more, reaching to remove your earrings as you head towards the stairs to your bedroom. You hear Luke intake a sharp breath before ultimately following.
“Y/N,” He says around a harsh swallow, standing in the doorway of your room. You remove your jewelry, placing each necklace and ring in its rightful place on the vanity, briefly glancing at your boyfriend through the mirror.
He’s flushed, sober with a soft pink that blooms down his chest, shirt splayed open and desperation tight in his shoulders. He’s trying so hard, you can tell, the way his jaw locks and hands ball into fists at his sides. Luke’s playing nice, for now, but you decide phase two must continue.
“M’tired, Lu,” You say, but the tone of your voice isn’t convincing and he knows you’re bluffing. You turn to him, batting your dark, inky lashes, head tilted. “I just need a shower and some rest. Tonight was a lot.”
“You’ve been a tease all night,” He says, baby blues practically swallowed whole by his pupils. You can’t deny how exciting it is to see him like this, how poorly you know you’ll be walking tomorrow. It’s just too easy to rile him up, twist the little knob in his back and set him off like a toy. “And now you’re just—“
“I’m just what?” You press, a challenging brow raised. “What’s got you so riled up, Lu?”
“You—“ He narrows his eyes, though he doesn’t hide the way they snake down the length of your body. The curve of your breasts, the width of your hips, like a man starved of your touch his entire life. “I see right through you, you know.”
You tut softly. “What ever do you mean?” You taunt in a soft voice, plush lips pouted, reverting your eyes from Luke’s reflection. “Would you mind unzipping my dress, baby?”
A low groan rumbles up his throat. “Of course,” He says, crossing the room in long strides before he’s grasping the zipper, breath warm against the back of your neck with every inch it’s undone. Goosebumps prickle the exposed skin, and Luke’s hand rests at the base of your spine. You can tell he’s fighting it, you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s practically drooling. “You’re really going to shower?” There’s a tilt of disbelief in his voice.
“Mhm,” You hum, turning gently, careful to avoid stepping on Luke’s sock-covered feet with your heels. Want flashes across his face, fingers obviously dying to brush the straps from your shoulders, to expose you, consume every dip and curve of you. “You’ll be a good boy and wait, won’t you?”
Luke’s eyes briefly flutter closed. He’s almost there. You have him right in the palm of your hand, shaking him and rattling him and he’s so close to going off. To taking you the way you want him to. Time for phase three.
“Good,” Despite not agreeing with your prior statement, you pat Luke’s chest softly, his eyes dark when they blink open. You muster up your sweetest smile, stepping around him, heels clicking tauntingly on the wooden floors as you sway towards the en-suite bathroom. “You know..” You trail off when you cross the threshold, flicking on the lights and turning on the shower.
Luke hasn’t moved. He can barely see you from where he’s still standing, painfully hard and holding on to your every word. “What?” He asks in a rasp.
“It’s such a shame,” You approach the threshold once again. “I really thought you liked this dress.”
“I do,” Luke answers quickly. “Of course I fucking do, Y/N.”
“Then why am I the one taking it off?” You tilt your head, finding yourself wanting to smile at the visible confusion on Luke’s face before running the tips of your fingers across your shoulders, the straps falling, top half of the dress pooling at your waist. Breasts bare. You swear Luke stops breathing.
Why stop now? You figure it’s best to keep going, push him until he breaks. Hooking your thumbs through the material, you slide the velvet fabric down until it meets the floor. Carefully, you step out of it, curling the toe of your heel beneath it. In an instant, you kick the dress, watching as it flies and falls into a lump by Luke’s feet.
Luke throws his head back, Adam’s apple visibly strained in his throat as he attempts to swallow. “You fucking tease.” He reiterates, something akin to a growl escaping through his clenched teeth.
“Can’t let the water run cold,” You say, head tilted, before turning back into the bathroom.
Luke’s hands are on you in an instant.
Heavy, warm hands clasping your hips, halting you and drawing your nearly bare body until your back is flush with his clothed chest. “You fucking minx,” He utters into the skin of your shoulder, breathy and warm. “It’s all games to you, isn’t it? Getting me all out of sorts for a bit of fun.”
You reach behind you, hand finding the curls nestled at the nape of Luke’s neck, holding them tightly between your fingers. “Of course it is, baby,” You tell him. “I like you like this. You always fuck me just like I need.”
“Oh, is that so?” Luke presses a soft kiss to the juncture of your neck. You lax against him, feeling his arousal press into your backside. “I love when you act like you’re in charge.”
“Well if you’d get a move on maybe I wouldn’t have to.”
Luke’s fingernails dig into your skin, eliciting a soft hiss from you. “You know what I want, Y/N?” He asks. “I want to see my cock down your throat. Been thinkin’ about you on your knees in those pretty heels all night, baby.”
Your breath falters, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Luke’s teeth graze and threaten to sink into your shoulder, but you feel him push you away. “Think you can do that, pretty girl?”
You nod, not trusting your words. Luke guides you, between slow blinks and arousal stirring in your stomach, until his hand is in your hair and forcing your body down until your knees hit the floor. In nothing but a pair of lace underwear and a pair of slim, black heels, you peer up at him.
“C’mon, baby, can’t let the water run cold,” He echoes your earlier words, a slick, teasing smirk pulling at his lips. He uses his hold in your hair to bring your face closer to his slacks, cock oh so strained against the seam. Lips parted, you mouth along his clothed length happily. Tongue and all. “Fuck, you’re gonna be messy tonight, huh?”
Knowing how he’ll praise you, you fumble with Luke’s belt and fly, wasting no time pulling his slacks to the middle of his thighs. His cock springs free, hard and tip flushed red, precome dribbling down the head. You adore Luke’s cock, it’s so pretty, fitting for a man like him.
A low hiss leaves Luke’s mouth when you get a hand on him, guiding his slick tip past your lips and closing your mouth around him. Warm and velvety, just what he needs. He’s heavy and salty on your tongue. “We’re not playing games here, baby,” He says. “Let me tell you how this is going down before you get too dumb to listen.”
You moan around him.
Luke’s hips jerk. “Fuck,” He moans softly. “Gonna fuck your mouth, yeah? Gonna let me use you for a bit, baby. Get my cock all wet for you,” He pants softly as you slowly take him deeper. “Then, m’gonna fuck your sweet pussy until you’re sobbing. Begging me for more. That sound okay to you, baby?”
You glance up at him, sucking harshly, tongue running up the thick vein on the underside of his cock. “Good girl,” Luke hums. “Hands off.”
You let go of the base, but settle your palms on the tops of Luke’s thighs.
“I said hands off,” He tugs at your hair. It doesn’t faze you, not really, but tears threaten the corners of your eyes. “Don’t be a fucking brat, Y/N.”
You want it rough, though. Instead, you dig your fingernails into his skin, further proving the fact that you like this. Love it, really.
Luke thrusts his hips forward, tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth. “Oh, I see,” He tuts. “You’re still playing games.”
He’s relentless then, fucking your spit-slicked mouth, your nose brushing his lower stomach with every move of his hips. You’re utterly powerless, kneeling on the bathroom floor while he takes what he deserves from you. Wetness pools between your thighs, no doubt soaking the already damp fabric of your lace underwear.
He releases you suddenly, brain fuzzy and scalp sore, stepping away from you and stripping his slacks down his legs. “Get up,” Luke instructs, unbuttoning the dark shirt stretched across his shoulders. “Take those stupid fucking panties off. Heels too.”
When you don’t move, Luke grabs you beneath the arms and hauls you to your feet. You fight the urge to smile. “Why are you still trying to play, Y/N? You like when I’m angry, huh? Is that it?”
Jesus, you’re soaked. It’s pathetic, the way your thighs feel sticky and warm.
“Fine. We’ll play your way.”
The flimsy lace is torn, then, by Luke’s quick hands. He notices how damp the fabric is, how sweet you smell, now that you’re fully exposed. “Fuck.”
“Get in the shower.”
“My heels—“
“Fucking keep them on. M’not waiting another second, need my cock in you yesterday,” Luke says through clenched teeth, all but pushing you towards the steam-filled glass shower. You’re careful to step inside, heels on the thinner side, but Luke, despite his lustful fury, remains aware. “C’mere.”
Luke guides your back to the tiled wall, warm from the water that fills the small cubicle, hand nestled beneath your thigh as his other hand reaches for your heat. Smooth and slick and warm, arousal practically drenching his fingers instantly. “My perfect girl,” He says in a breath. “My own little whore, huh?”
“Luke.” You rasp, feeling a finger slide effortlessly inside of you. You clench tightly, neck craned and hips arching towards him. Luke slides in a second. Curling and crooking so perfectly.
“That’s it, good girl,” Luke dips to mouth at your jaw, fingers working wonders inside of you. Messy, open-mouthed kisses to your skin, thumb finding your clit with ease and tracing taunting circles there. “M’fucking dying for it, baby. Wanna be inside you so bad.”
“Please,” You moan softly. “Please, so close-“
You feel it, Luke’s thumb speeding up, fingers pumping into you, a slick sound nearly missable with the shower blasting against Luke’s back. Your stomach tightens, toes tingle. You’re nearly there. Just a bit more pressure and—
Luke comes to a complete halt.
“You think I’d let you cum? Really?” A dark, low chuckle echoes the cubicle.
Your heart’s racing, skipping as Luke retracts his fingers and lifts his head, pushing the digits past his lips and curling his tongue around them. Savoring the taste of you. “Fuck, wish you weren’t being such a fucking brat. Would’ve laid you out on the bed, buried my face in that sweet cunt and ate you out until I couldn’t breathe.”
“Fuck me,” You plea. “Need your cock. Please, Luke.”
Luke arches a brow. “Oh, now you want to play good girl, huh?” His hold tightens on your thigh. Likely painting soft bruises with his fingertips you’ll find tomorrow and trace fondly. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you. I’ll fucking destroy you, angel. But if you even try to cum, you get nothing. Understood?”
You nod, a light sob stuck in your throat. You’re pulsing, soaked and dumb and warm all over — every inch of your body begging for Luke. “I said; Understood?”
“Yes— yes.”
Luke secures his hand beneath your thigh, lifting the other so that your legs wrap around his waist. You don’t think about your wet high heels, how your feet are going to be sore, or your torn underwear. All you can focus on is the head of Luke’s cock pressing against you before slowly, slowly burying himself inside fully.
“Oh my god,” You moan in relief. He fills you so well, stretches you so perfectly. Your hands grab at his shoulders, grounding yourself, and once Luke is buried to the hilt, his fingers thread through your hair. Arching your neck, claiming your lips and swallowing your soft moans as his hips rock tauntingly.
You don’t mean to, but your heels dig slightly into the small of Luke’s back. He hisses against your mouth, kissing you harder, tongue pushing between your lips as his hips withdraw only to rut back against you full-force.
Luke pulls away from the bruising kiss. “This is what you wanted, huh?” He asks, fucking his hips up at an honestly astonishing pace. It’s perfect, so so fucking perfect that your brain has been reduced to absolute mush. “All that talk just to end up braindead for a bit of cock, huh? You’re so easy for it, Y/N.”
Your nails dig into his skin. Pussy clenching around him, stuttering his hips as he refrains from letting go, fucking you with every amount of energy he can muster. One of your legs slip from his waist, making you positively cry out from the new angle. Luke doesn’t stop.
If anything, he fucks you harder. Using his hold on your hair to pull you down onto his cock, grip on your hip to push you up. Using you like a rag doll to get himself off. Your whines and pleas bounce off of the glass doors, a symphony in Luke’s ears.
You feel it again. The warmth. The twisting, fire igniting in your stomach. You’re absolutely drenching his cock with every pulse, every throb of your pussy wrapped so perfectly around him. Like a glove. Luke releases your hair in favor of grabbing hold of your throat, fingers just barely squeezing the sides.
“I know you’re fighting it,” He says, breath fanning across your jaw. “You wanna cum all over my cock, don’t you baby? God, I’d love it. Feeling your sweet cunt tighten around me, milking me,” You almost don’t register his words, fighting so so damn hard to keep yourself from finishing.
Luke’s a man of his word. If you cum, he’ll stop. And you’ll be forced to sit on the tiled floor and watch him get off alone. He won’t reward you by cumming on your chest or in your mouth, you won’t be that lucky. You can’t let that happen.
“Don’t be a bad girl, baby. Hold off for me. Let me cum inside and I’ll take good care of you, yeah?” He squeezes the sides of your throat three times. I. Love. You. A crack in his dominant demeanor, letting you know you’re okay, he’s got you. “That’s it, relax for me, angel. M’so close.”
The next minute is pure agony. It’s harder than you thought, when one simple brush of Luke’s stomach could barely reach your clit and have your stomach fluttering. A simple blow of breath could send you falling to your knees right now, nevermind the quick, deep thrusts of Luke’s hips chasing his orgasm. “Fuck, baby. God, feel so good on my cock. Doin’ so good. Gonna fill that pretty pussy.”
“Daddy.”
You don’t know why you say it. It comes out broken and pathetic and rasped, desperate as you claw at Luke’s shoulders while he buries himself fully, breaths broken alongside moans and chest heaving as he releases inside of you.
Luke’s hand slowly lets go of your neck, trailing down between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and ghosting his fingertips over your clit. “Don’t move,” He says between puffs of air. He reaches behind, unhooking the smaller showerhead and your eyes widen. Oh fuck.
Eyes dark, chest flushed and cock still hard and buried fully inside, Luke fumbles with the controls of the showerhead until the water comes out in one heavy, single stream. “Gonna sit and warm daddy’s cock, yeah? While I make you feel good?”
“Jesus, fuck,” You shiver as Luke runs the pulsing stream along your thigh, teasing, and a long, drawn out whimper escapes you when he aims it towards your clit. “Fucking— Luke!”
“Oh come on, baby, you can say it,” Luke’s voice trembles slightly, likely some of the pulsing water affecting him too. Your thighs tremble, heel digging against Luke’s back as your hips arch off of the tiled wall. “Tell daddy how good it feels, baby. You’re fucking shaking. Fuck, you feel good.”
“So— fuck— so fucking good, daddy,” You hum brokenly. The combination of Luke’s cock buried sweetly inside you, cunt full of your boyfriend’s release, and the absurd pressure of the water is enough to tilt you over the edge with a full body shiver. Goosebumps and whines and teeth biting so harshly into your lower lip you taste blood. “Fuck.”
“That’s it,” Luke soothes, watching as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. You look utterly beautiful, chest covered in a thin sheen of sweat, skin flushed. “Such a good girl. Fucking hell.”
The force of your orgasm floods Luke’s cock, cum leaking down your thighs. Luke’s hips stutter, like he’s restraining himself. He pulls away the showerhead, letting it clatter to the floor before caging you in, one arm on the wall above your head, the other attached to your left breast.
“You’re beautiful,” He says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Your cunt is fucking throbbing for me, angel.”
“Luke,” You whine, pathetically. Overstimulated, oversensitive. “Please.”
“Please what, baby? Want me to clean you up, huh?” He asks. “Bet you taste so sweet, full of my cum.”
Luke doesn’t give you the time to answer, instead pulling himself out of you, your legs quivering but he slides down to his knees and braces his forearm against your stomach. Your hands fly to his curls, a lifeline at this point, as Luke hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder and doesn’t waste a second licking a stripe across your heat
Full, slick and warm, both of your releases coating the insides of your thighs. Luke dives in like he hasn’t a second to lose, nose brushing against your clit, eyes fluttering closed as he laps every last remnant of your time spent together. You tremble beneath his touch.
When Luke reels back, staring up at you with hooded eyes, the love swarming in your chest is absolute insanity. The things you would do for this man. He’s utterly perfect.
And you may not walk tomorrow.
Carefully, Luke returns to his full height, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You alright, angel?”
“Mhm,” You hum, cheeks pink and chest rising and falling quickly. “Thank you.”
“Oh, don’t thank me yet,” He says, reaching to shut off the water. The constant rivulets dwindle to mere trickles in an instant. “I’m not done with you.”
“What?” You breathe out.
“You’ve been teasing me all night, only fair I get to do the same,” Luke grins crookedly, soft lips slick and bruised. “I wanna get you in front of that mirror in our room. Want you to watch when I fill that pretty cunt up again.”
2025 calum smut im genuinely on my hands and knees begging for this i dont know what i wnat but i need him so please
FUCK IT I LOVE YOU .
ohhhh baby yk i was waiting for dis one…..
warnings: fingering, a little desperate, kissing & super fast paced!
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calum had that look again.
the one he got when the room went quiet and you were just there, close enough to touch, close enough to breathe in—eyes soft, lips parted like you already knew what he was thinking.
his fingers curled lightly around your wrist, pulling you in until your knees brushed his. he looked up at you like he wasn’t sure if he was about to kiss you or write a song about it.
“c’mere,” he said, voice low, a little rasped.
you leaned in, heartbeat thudding.
“been thinking about this all day,” he whispered, thumb brushing over the inside of your wrist, gaze flicking from your eyes to your mouth and back again.
you didn’t say anything. you didn’t need to.
because the second your nose bumped his, he was already leaning up to kiss you.
you didn’t know how but you were straddling him now, lazily as the kiss turned from gentle to a little deeper. he let out a low moan in response, his grip on your waist tightening as you rolled your hips against him. one of his hands dropped from your hip to rest on your thigh, spreading your legs further apart in an attempt to get you even closer to him.
his tongue swiped between your parted lips, finding its way into your mouth and exploring every inch of it. he was becoming more and more desperate, and he tried his best to contain it by biting your bottom lip. when you felt his hips shift upward you let out a soft breath against his mouth, and you tried to roll your own hips in time with his, tilting your head to get an even deeper angle on our kiss.
the whine that left you as he bit your lip sent shivers up his spine, his breath hitting your face in a low pant as his hands fell to your ass, squeezing it firmly in his palms. he was still trying to maintain some control, but you were making it difficult.
he tried to keep up with your kisses as best as he could, his hips bucking against yours as the friction between you two became more prominent. he moaned against your mouth, desperately trying to keep yourself as much against him as possible.
“s—sorry..” you breathed through a chuckle, pulling back with a shy smile, licking your kiss-swollen, bruised lips, now all puffed up and slick with his spit.
calum could only stare up at you through half-lidded eyes as you chuckled, breathing heavily with his chest rising and falling quickly. jesus, even your breaths made him dizzy.
“you’re an idiot,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to wipe the saliva off the corner of his mouth, taking in how flustered you looked on top of him. he reached under you, bringing his fingers to the waistband of your sleep shorts, gripping the fabric between his fingers.
he gulped at the pressure of you straddling him, your hand pressed down on his lower abdomen as his head fell back against the pillow behind him with a grunt. his grip on your shorts became even more tight as his breathing picked up, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“you don’t even know what you do to me..” he murmured, his hands nearly shaking as he pulled the waistband of your shorts to the side and felt around for your clit. “you ruin me, baby.”
“c—calum, shit,” your hips jerked as his thumb pressed against the sensitive area, your fingers curling into his shirt, holding on tight. the look of adorable sexual frustration on your face was making him dizzy. he could feel how worked up you were, which only made him feel even more desperate.
his fingers then slid lower, finding your entrance. “you’re soaked,” he murmured, his tone thick with both adoration and lust as he pressed his index finger to your entrance. he groaned. “so wet.. all f’me, princess, yeah?”
“shit,” you breathed at the sensation, body tensing, and calum’s eyes rolled slightly as he felt his finger getting swallowed by your tight walls. as he slipped his finger inside of you, he wasted no time in picking up a slow but deep rhythm. calum was a mix of incredibly desperate and completely focused, trying to keep his balance between getting you going and not losing himself just yet.
as he pressed his finger deeper into you, he let out a shaky breath, struggling to try and find his words. “you’re—shit,” he groaned, feeling you clench around his finger. “you’re so perfect. so unbelievably perfect.” his eyes were still closed, his head still thrown back against the pillow.
“y’think so?” you all but whimpered, rolling your hips on instinct as his finger pressed deeper inside your gummy walls. your fingers finally let go of his shirt, smoothing out the fabric from the wrinkles caused by you. you then caught your bottom lip between your teeth, unable to meet his eyes as he fingered you.
“so perfect,” he moaned once more, finding himself unable to stop repeating himself. his thumb pressed into your clit, adding the slightest bit of pressure while he continued to curl his finger inside of you. his free hand gripped your thigh, practically digging his fingers into your skin.
his chest was heaving as his breath picked up, his eyes still squeezed shut and his head still thrown back. his hand worked faster, faster, his heart speeding up and his brain turning fuzzy.
“you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he repeated again.
“fuck, m’gonna cum,” you hiccuped at the overwhelming sensations, breathing coming in faster, faster, faster. the noises you made and the obscene sounds of your soaked pussy was almost too much for him, his fingers picking up their speed without even realizing.
his head was still thrown back, his cheeks red and his chest rising and falling rapidly. at this point his brain was completely mush. “fuck,” he breathed, his grip on you becoming even tighter. “please . please cum for me, baby.”
“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out, cumming around his fingers with a soft squeak, your hand swatting at his chest as your body shook on top of him. he moaned loudly, feeling you clench around his fingers. you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, absolutely and utterly wrecked on top of him. he could never get enough of this sight. he watched you through half-lidded eyes, his fingers remaining inside you as he waited for you to come down from your high.
his free hand slid up to grab your hand, lacing your fingers together with his and holding your hand firmly. he was still breathing heavily, his heart rate not settling down at all. he let out a small whine as he looked up at you.
Christmas Eve and the most beautiful girl is just a few feet away from me. I’m kinda jealous she’s giving her attention to Calum, but I shouldn’t read into it should I. She’s just helping him with the tinsel but he also seems very close to y/n.
I’m startled when Michael comes up to me from behind slamming his hand on my shoulder. “Daydreaming and getting worked up again” he said as he looked in y/n’s direction. “Shut up am not” I said crossing my arms when deep down I was getting worked up.
I want her attention to be all on me not Calum, “why won’t she love me?” I asked absently as if the air in the room would give me my answer. “Luke I swear to god I will back hand you over the head” Michael said shaking his head. “Do I care to know why?” I asked looking at him then back at y/n.
“You’re like a love sick puppy dog” he commented and we it didn’t feel like he was wrong. “Will you just go talk to her” he pushed and I felt like I was being swallowed by embarrassment.
“Don’t make me call it out in front of everyone” I looked at Michael like I had seen a ghost as he said that. “You wouldn’t dare” I said and he just smirked at me, “y/n Luke’s go-” I covered Michael’s mouth before he could finsihed and Y/n looked my way.
I everted my eyes and looked at the floor doing my best to hide my expression. “Michael what the hell man!” I asked in a whisper yell and all he could do was show me a smirk before he continued throwing firewood in the fireplace. “Oh come on bro you’ve been crushing on her since the 8th grade” Michael said as he dusted his hands off.
“She doesn’t need to know that” I said folding my arms, “so you gonna get mad at every dude that talks to her?” Michael asked and I groaned. Of course I couldn’t do that it’s not like she was mine.
The apartment hums with the sound of nothing. A silence so thick it clings to the walls, slipping between the floorboards, settling in the spaces between them like fog. Outside, the city pulses—cars groan against the pavement, neon signs flicker, life moves in restless waves. But here, in this dimly lit living room, time has folded in on itself. Stagnant. Suffocating.
Y/n sits curled in the corner of the couch, bare legs tucked under her, a book open in her lap. She isn’t reading. Her gaze skims the words, but they slip through her mind like water through clenched fingers. Her nails trail absentmindedly over the worn spine, slow and deliberate. Her face is unreadable, lips pressed together in quiet defiance, her expression blank but too controlled to be careless.
Timothée watches her from across the room, perched on the edge of a dining chair. His leg bounces—restless, agitated. His fingers drum against the wooden armrest, betraying the irritation brewing beneath his carefully composed exterior. Every second she refuses to look at him, refuses to acknowledge his presence, feels like another needle pressing into his skin, shallow but relentless, bleeding him out onto the hardwood floors.
She’s ignoring him. Actually ignoring him.
The realization crawls under his skin, settles in his ribcage like something sharp and barbed. A sick sort of amusement flickers behind his eyes, but it does nothing to loosen the tension coiling in his chest. He shifts in his seat, his movements sharper than necessary.
“You’re really gonna do this?” His voice is quiet, but it carries, laced with something frayed and desperate, something close to breaking.
She doesn’t answer.
His fingers curl into fists, nails pressing into his palms. “Y/n.”
Silence.
His patience is slipping through his fingers like sand. His jaw tightens. “This is stupid.”
Nothing.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “You’re being ridiculous.”
Still, nothing.
“Come on, baby, please don’t do this.” His voice softens, and turns into pleading.
But y/n refuses to give in—she won’t let him win again. Her eyes, dark and unyielding, remain fixed, each unblinking stare a symbol of her silent defiance. Her breaths come in slow, measured sighs, barely stirring the suffocating air. Instead, she just turns another page of her book, the soft rustle of paper echoing throughout the room.
A muscle ticks in his jaw. His breath leaves him in a sharp exhale, frustration seeping through the cracks of his composure. He watches her, eyes dark and burning, before he pushes himself to his feet in one slow, fluid motion. There’s a deliberateness to the way he moves, a quiet warning in the way he steps forward, closing the space between them.
He stops in front of the couch, his presence looming. She still doesn’t react, doesn’t look up. That familiar, infuriating, unreadable calm remains plastered across her face, and it sends something dark curling in his stomach.
His lip curls. “Alright, fine.” Timothée reaches down, fingers curling around the book in her lap, and yanks it from her grasp with a sharp flick of his wrist. The book snaps shut, pages smacking together, before landing with a dull thud on the coffee table.
“Timothée.” Her voice is calm. Controlled. That pisses him off even more.
His jaw clenches. “So you can talk.”
She tilts her head slightly, gaze flicking up to meet his for the first time that night. There’s something slow and measured in the way she looks at him, something that sends a shiver running down his spine despite the fire burning in his chest.
She just looks at him. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t speak.
His breath hitches. There’s something dangerous in her gaze, like she’s testing him, pushing him, waiting for him to break.
And maybe, he already has.
Timothée kneels in front of her, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing over the abandoned book, pressing it down as if to anchor himself. His gaze never leaves hers.
“Enough of this,” he murmurs. His voice is low, like a prayer. Like a curse. “You can’t ignore me forever.”
A slow, lazy smile tugs at her lips, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Can’t I?”
Timothée exhales a quiet laugh, but it’s hollow. A sharp, bitter sound, like a mirror cracking under pressure. His hands find her face, cradling her jaw, thumbs ghosting over her cheekbones. His touch is gentle. His eyes are wild.
“Give me some love,” he whispers. It’s not a request. It’s a demand.
She pulls away. His hands slip from her like water.
“You don’t deserve it,” she says.
The words hit him like a fist to his ribs. His breath stutters. His tongue darts out, running over his bottom lip.
“You don’t mean that.”
She just looks at him. Cool. Unbothered. That pretty, dangerous stare she gives him often. The kind of look that makes him feel like he’s drowning in an ocean he didn’t even know he stepped into.
Timothée grabs her wrist—not hard, but not gentle either—and presses her palm against his chest. Against the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat.
“This,” he breathes, “is yours.” His other hand finds her waist, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress, pulling her closer. “You own me.”
She doesn’t pull away. But she doesn’t lean in either.
His lips twitch, curling at the edges. His dark gaze drinks her in like she’s the only thing keeping him alive.
“Give me some love,” he says again. Softer this time. Like a song. Like a plea. His breath brushes against her lips. “Or I’ll lose my mind.”
Y/n inhales. Slowly. Deeply. And then—
She kisses him.
It’s not sweet. It’s not gentle. It’s teeth and desperation and something bitter in the back of her throat. He groans, pressing closer, fingers digging into her hips like he wants to crawl inside her skin and stay there forever.
She pulls away first, lips red, breath heavy. She studies him, gaze unreadable, unflinching. And then—something flickers.
Summary: Reader makes Timmy use his words to ask for what he wants.
Content Warnings: Smut (p in v), sub!Timmy/dom!reader, extremely short.
Word count: 460
A tiny whine escaped his throat as I kissed around the sweet spot on his neck. I was being particularly wicked tonight, avoiding all the spots I knew he needed me most.
“Please…” he whimpered.
“Please what?” I purred, flicking my tongue over the sensitive spot on his neck.
“Please,” he tried again. He didn’t like to beg. Thought it made him sound less masculine. I, however, loved hearing his little whimpers and pleas; the cute little noises he made when he needed me so much that he just couldn’t contain it anymore.
“Tell me what you want,” I coaxed, my hands roaming his chest.
“Want youuu,” he whined, his hands running down the curves of my body and finally resting on my hips.
“I’m right here, baby,” I replied innocently, gently biting the spot between his neck and his shoulder and then soothing it with my tongue. He squirmed beneath me, uncomfortably needy.
“Please, (Y/N).”
“I can’t read your mind,” I said. One of my hands drifted up into his beautiful curls. I tugged a little; he always loved that. “I’ll be happy to give you whatever you want. You just have to tell me, baby.”
He let out another frustrated whimper. I could feel his hardness against me. He bit his bottom lip as if it were the only thing holding the words in. I brushed a rogue curl off his forehead, taking his face in my hands and looking deeply into his eyes.
“Tell me,” I whispered.
“I want you to ride me!” he finally burst. “Want you to ride me and call me your pretty boy and let me cum inside you. Please, (Y/N)!”
I smiled, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”
I pulled his cock out from his boxers and descended on him in an instant, more than happy to give him exactly what he wanted. His head dropped back onto the pillow and he let out a sigh of relief. I set a slow pace, leaning over him. He let out another little moan.
His hands gripped my hips as I began to move faster. I could tell he was trying not to buck up into me and fuck me himself; he wanted me to do it.
“Does that feel good, pretty boy?” I asked.
“So fucking good,” he replied, another moan escaping his lips. “Fuck,” he groaned as I clenched around him. “Gonna cum, (Y/N).”
“Cum inside me,” I whispered in his ear. I felt him explode, the feeling of his hot cum pushing me over the edge.
“Thank you,” he whimpered, his eyes glazed over in post-orgasmic bliss.
I smirked, running my fingers through his hair again. “Any time, pretty boy.”
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