Hey there!! I see you write fics and I don’t know if you take requests?? If not don’t worry!! But if u do, could you write a luke x reader where the reader struggles with anxiety and ocd? Like checking things a lot (checking doors are locked, oven is off etc) and struggling with intrusive thoughts. But like it doesn’t need to be dark or anything, more like Luke helps to reassure her and it’s more like cute n sweet. If not comfortable writing about this tho I totally understand!! Thank u and love ur writing x
A/N : Ok first of all thank you so much!!! I’ve been feeling like I suck at writing for a while and all so this helped so much!! Ily<33 and I do take requests (for future reference lmao). Anyways I hope you liked this!!
Warnings : ocd, anxiety attacks and such. Well it’s not really graphic but it’s there. Also it’s smol🥺. Had no idea what to name this lol +masterlist | reblogs are highly appreciated<33
Better with You | lh
Ever since you were born, you had always been prone to worrying. As a child, you had been anxious about getting lost or separated from your parents. As you grew older, your fears shifted to other things: locking doors, turning off the stove, making the bed at least seven times a day, making sure you hadn't accidentally offended anyone, apologizing over and over again when you really didn’t have to.
It wasn't until you were in your late teens that you finally found a name for what you were experiencing: obsessive-compulsive disorder, or OCD. It was a huge relief to know that there was a reason behind your constant need to check things and your intrusive thoughts. And that there wasn’t something “wrong” with you. But even with the medication and therapy, you still struggled.
And that’s where Luke comes in. After you met at a coffee shop one day, he has been the absolute sweetheart, leading him to become your boyfriend and one of the most important people in your life. He had been with you through it all. He had held your hand during panic attacks, listened patiently as you talked about your fears, and never once judged you for your struggles. He was your rock, the best friend, the boyfriend that you could always count on.
One day, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through various social media platforms, when you suddenly felt a jolt of panic travel through your spine. Had you turned off the oven before you came back to the living room? You couldn't remember. You gulped, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to push the horrific thought away, but it kept nagging at you, growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment.
"Hey," Luke said, his cerulean eyes filled with worry as he took in your distress. "Is everything okay?" You shook your head, unable to speak.
"What's going on?" he asked, taking your hand in his much larger one.
"I don't remember if I turned off the oven," you hiccuped, tears threatening to slip past your waterline. "What if the house burns down?"
Luke squeezed your hand. "It’s okay, why don’t we go check together? Hmm?”
You stood up, feeling slightly unsteady. Luke immediately wrapped his arms around you, securing you in his hold and led you to the kitchen and together, you opened the oven door. It was off.
"See?" Luke said, smiling down at you. "Everything's okay. The house isn't going to burn down."
You let out a shaky breath. "Thank you."
"Of course babe" he said, wrapping his arms around you once more and kissing the top of your head. "I'll always be here to help you through anything."
You leaned into him, cuddling into his loving embrace. After focusing on his heartbeat for a while, it was easy for you to finally calm down. With Luke by your side, you knew that everything would be alright.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Hope you’re having a great day. I love feedback, it helps so much.
Summary :- You can’t avoid something that’s meant to be Luke!
Warnings :- None. Maybe a lil bit of angst but you can’t even see it
“What is going on?” She asked with a quivering lip hanging between her teeth. The man before her simply glanced back at her for a moment, only to look away towards the cold empty street a mere second later. “Be quiet” he mumbled, eyes still glued to the road.
She was pinned against a side of a gigantic building that’s been vandalized way too many times, sandwiched between the brick wall covered with graffiti and a body she once used to know. She didn’t get to dwell on it for too long though because shots being fired somewhere near the neighborhood, probably on the road next to the alley they were at, filled her ears causing her to flinch and nuzzle into the man before her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her in a protective way only to pull her closer to him.
Seconds pass and she’s still wrapped up against the warm body, clutching on to his black leather jacket for dear life as the smell of his strong cologne filled her nostrils. “I think they’re gone” he says in his usual rough voice, accent thick and laced with a bit of relief. Hesitantly she looks up from his chest, the place her head was rested at, to his face. She studies his face, the slope of his nose, the light stubble that spread across his jaw and the underside of his neck, the oceanic eyes that stared right back at her, the dark circles that hung between them and then the thin lips that used to scatter little affectionate pecks all over her body.
He stares back at her exactly the same way. The blue orbs scanning all over her face as if to permanently print it onto his brain. He sighs finally as he catches her stare at his lips longingly. He couldn’t blame her, because he feels the same way. He wants nothing more than to simply press his lips to hers, to feel the plump skin once again and delve on the gasp that most likely will slip past her lip. But he can’t, he has to stay away from her, has nothing to offer her than a whiff of danger that might haunt her life forever, or at least that’s what he thinks.
With all the courage he could muster up in that moment he loosens his grip on her, takes his arms away from her body and takes a good step back. “I’ll take you home” he says finally. If the only time he can be near her presence his a few minutes then he’ll take it. He’ll take whatever he can get, he’s that desperate.
She doesn’t say a word as they begin their walk. Except, she brings her hand to his and interlocks her fingers with this. He’s obviously shocked yet he doesn’t take his hand away, instead he gives a reassuring squeeze thinking that’s what she needs. But he’s wrong, he couldn’t have been more off about anything than that. She doesn’t need any kind of reassurance about her safety, he’s the most talent person around the neighborhood, she knows she’s safe when he’s there.
But she has a plan, a plan to bring them together again. She spent a few weeks without him and it sucked. Made her feel like someone took a part of her and ran away and along with that her will to live. She’s had enough now, no more games. She’s going to corner him, make sure he has nowhere to run or hide so he’s forced to face this, to face her.
“I-uh I’ll get going then” he says nervously as they near her apartment. He’s never nervous because why would he be? He’s fearless and anybody knows who tries to even think about pointing a gun at him will have to face his wrath. “Come inside, please?” She asks putting on the best innocent face, a face she knows he can’t resist. He hesitates obviously yet within five minutes he’s in her apartment, towering over her.
“Luke?” She asks waving a can of beer in front of his face. He looks confused for a moment until he says “I’m fine”. She nods placing it back and shutting the fridge. “You don’t drink” he states dumbly but she knows the hidden question. “Bought them for you” she mumbles, playing with her hands. “Oh” he replies lamely.
“Missed you” she mumbles looking up at him shyly as his breath hitch in his throat. He gulps, looking guilty “Y/N” he drawls out unable to make out a complete sentence. “Luke” she whines “Don’t leave me again. All alone”
She uses her words carefully, knowing exactly what to say to get him to put his guard down. To get him to break down the walls he had built around his heart and build them around the both of them instead. Maybe she was being selfish but she cannot go on like this. She knows there’s no other person between them, there never will be. She knows why he’s doing this, to protect her but she doesn’t need that. She needs him to be with her. That’s what’ll keep her safe. “You know why I have to” he states though anyone can see how hard it was for him to say that. “I can’t give you what you want Y/N! I-I can’t give you the kids and the dog and a house with a white picket fence! I’m not a normal guy!”
“I don’t care! Luke I don’t care about that at all! I want you that’s all. I don’t want you to change into some guy in a romcom! I need you just the way you are! Don’t you want me too?”
He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. She comes closer towards him, getting a hold of his hands and wrapping them around her body and then she looked up at him expectantly. “Of course I need you. Need you every minute of the day” he rasped, gliding his hand against her cheek, staring deep into her eyes. “Please” she mumbled weakly, getting on her tippy toes to reach his lips. He still has to bend to reach hers. He pulls her closer to his body, if that’s even possible and he locks their lips together in a passionate kiss that says all they need to say. Her fingers threaded against his blonde curls and gave firm tug here and there making Luke growl into her lips.
And when they pull apart for air she can’t stay away for too long, it’s never enough. “Greedy girl” he said against her lips but allowed her to take what she wants. How can he ever deny her when he’s been dreaming about this situation since the beginning of the month? She has him on some kind of a spell that’s for sure. He can never say no to her.
He opens his eyes to see that her eyelids are still closed as she’s clinging onto his leather jacket. He couldn’t stop the smile that crept up his face. He kissed the top of her head as she buried her face on his chest. Luke took a deep breath inhaling the smell of her berry shampoo. They both knew in that moment that he’s never letting go when those words left his lips “My cunning little minx”.
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Ok I just think that would be one of the lovely things you’d get to experience when you’re dating Luke.
Like imagine just being cuddled up together on the couch, a soft blanket draped over the two of you, cocooning you together and don’t forget petunia sleeping soundly right next to Luke. His arms would be wrapped around you, caging you in his warm embrace while whatever the movie you chose played in the background. It would also be the night where you leave all of your work responsibilities and stuff away and share a moment of peace with each other. So it could probably always happen on Friday nights and you would share a kiss here and there from time to time which might as well turn into a full blown make out session. That is until petunia huffs and you both pull away in an instant. Luke would probably apologize to petunia which will make you gigGLE!!! Out loud! But he doesn’t mind bc be loves to see his girl laugh and probably giggle with you. Omfg😩❤️. And then the goofy moments of your relationship would appear with the throwing popcorn at each other and making fun of the characters in the movie. I see it more of Luke making fun of the character you have a crush on or say they’re cute bc let’s be real he’s gonna get a little jealous but you think it’s the cutest thing ever. And then prank calling the guys (probably Michael) but forgetting that they already have your numbers which results in Luke saying he doesn’t wanna go to the next writing session.
And after all those activities both of you are tired out and you’d most likely already have fallen asleep on Luke’s chest. And when he sees that he just melT! He would have that stupid grin on his face which showcases his dimples and he decide to spend the night there bc he doesn’t wanna wake his baby up when you look like a cute lil kitten clutching onto him. Even though he knows he’s gonna wake up with a sore arm but he doesn’t care at all bc he’s there with his little family and he wouldn’t trade it for the world!🥺
Low key feel like he’d probably snap a picture of the three of you to look at when he’s on tour and ok IMMA STOP NOW OH MY GOD😭😩❤️
Why did you do this to me anon??? Why did I do this?
A/N: in collaboration with @spicycal after her impeccable one shot of pretty please with Calum and in the same universe as my Hot Tub Fantasy. We’re back again with Cake content! Enjoy, and feedback is always welcome :)
Word count: 4.4k
Warnings: pining, sweet little moments, “there’s only one bed” trope, a hot tub makeout, dirty talk
A week's getaway in a cabin with Luke, your best friend and the rest of the guys was exactly what you needed. Work has been more than anxiety inducing, customers and employees both getting under your skin that you had to hold in your screams of aggravation. Plus, a weekend in the mountains with Luke? Even more perfect.
With him being the youngest, he was stuck with the car piled with food and the luggage while the rest of the boys and their significant others carpooled together. Your best friend would hopefully be coming up later that day after declining riding up with you and Luke, she said she had some things to take care of. By things, you hope she meant dumping the guy she’s been seeing. He gave off bad vibes and you know she deserves a thousand times better than him.
Disappointed she wouldn’t be with you quite yet, Luke quickly made up for it by singing your favorite songs on the drive up. Sometimes he’d use his actual singing voice that made your knees week, and for others he’d sing very dramatically, hand motions and all. You recorded prime videos of those ones.
You and the group arrived about midafternoon. Ashton and Michael wanted to hit the slopes before it got too dark which left you, Calum, and Luke to unload the car. It wasn’t until you placed all the bags in the main living room that you saw how the sleeping arrangements were set up. There were six rooms like promised, but only four of them had beds.
“Uhhh...guys,” you say nervously stepping out of one of the rooms barren with a bed.
“What’s up?” Luke asks, setting some of the food bags on the counter.
“There’s only four beds.”
“But there’s six rooms,” Luke looks at you confused.
“No shit, Luke,” Calum chuckles. You give Luke a kind smile to make up for Calum’s comment, Luke returns it easily. Calum then examines the two rooms that are vacant of a bed. “I’ll call the front desk quick.”
While Calum walks between rooms on his phone, you help Luke unload the food, placing the bags of chips and crackers in the cabinets. You left the necessities for s’mores out on the counter, knowing you and your best friend would want a sweet treat later.
Luke would brush up against you while you were putting things away, each time left you with butterflies in your stomach. When you struggled putting a box of oatmeal on the top shelf of one cabinet, he placed his hand on your waist, fingers skimming over a small sliver of skin as he helped you.
“Thanks,” you sigh looking up at him. He gives you one of his signature smiles that you adore, you realize how close you are to him. So close, that you could see the small amounts of scruff on his chin that you want to touch with your fingertips to see if they’re soft and fluffy like his curls or coarse and scratchy yet equally pleasing.
The air between you thickened, your heart beating loudly in your chest when he tightened his grip on your waist.
“Turns out the people before us were a little too...rowdy with the beds,” Calum announces causing you and Luke to break apart quickly.
“Yikes.”
“Gross,” you scrunch your nose at the thought of what exactly “rowdy” meant. You hope the other beds were clean at least.
“So now what, do we have to change cabins for more beds?” Luke asks. Did he sound a little disappointed?
“No, they gave us a discount for the next time we use one though,” Calum shrugs leaning on one of the chairs at the island in front of you and Luke. “And since Ash and Mike are gonna crash with their partners, the four of us will have to share two rooms.”
“I’m not sharing a bed with you,” Luke says looking directly at Calum.
“What? What’s wrong with sharing a bed with me?”
“You’ve kicked me out of the bed all the other times we did.”
“You take up most of the bed,” Calum rolls his eyes.
“I’ll share with Y/N, she’s not as violent,” he grins at you, giving you a quick wink that makes your heart flutter. He looks back to Calum, “you can share with Y/F/N when she gets here.”
The rest of the afternoon and night was spent playing card games while snacking and drinking, listening to Ashton, Michael and their partners gush about the slopes. You remain quiet, you’ve never skied in your life because you’re clumsy by default but were willing to try it.
“You wanna head out tomorrow?” Luke asks you quietly while the rest of the group gather in the kitchen for more drinks.
“I do but I don’t want to die,” you joke.
“I’ll help you,” he bumps your shoulder. “There’s a few bunny slopes we can start out on.”
“Cause that’s not embarrassing,” you huff shuffling the cards, Luke chuckles.
“It’ll be fun, plus,” his fingers close around your wrist lightly stilling your shuffling, “you’ll make a cute snow bunny.”
You can still feel his fingers on your skin after you watch him walk into the kitchen, you’re a little breathless from that comment. His gaze is still on you while he fixes a drink, meanwhile you’re scrambling for your phone looking for a text from your best friend if she’s on her way or not.
Before you join them all in the kitchen, you glance to your left at the hot tub room and your stomach clenches. A fantasy enters your mind of joining Luke in there one night, both of you completely naked in the water. You’re seated onto his lap, cockwarming in the lowlight and the bubbles while he whispers dirty things to you in your ear. You inadvertently clench your thighs together, but it doesn’t stop the fantasy in your mind.
Luke’s hot breath on your neck, his hands all over you. Then, the man himself calls your name pulling you from your reverie, your cheeks incredibly hot.
“You all right?” he asks you lowly, eyes full of concern.
“Uh, yeah, yeah just um…” you motion to the fireplace you were all just seated by, “the fire got me a little hot.”
You have butterflies the whole time you’re getting ready for bed, mentally preparing yourself for sharing a bed with Luke while the images of your forbidden fantasy are still fresh in your mind. When you exit the bathroom, he’s already under the covers sitting up against the headboard. He’s wearing a white tank top that showcases his broad chest and you force yourself to not stand there and stare.
“Kept it nice and warm for you,” he smiles watching you walk around the bed to your side. You requested to sleep near the window.
“How kind of you,” you giggle lightly and get under the covers with him. You let out an involuntary moan at how comfortable the bed is, then quickly cover your mouth when Luke stops adjusting himself. “Sorry, it’s really comfy.”
“It’s fine, I thought it was cute,” he settles more under the covers facing you. You blush.
You and Luke end up staying awake most of the night talking, laughing, and discussing ideas on what else to do for the whole week you’re here. Eventually, you end up falling asleep mid-sentence then wake the next morning with his arm draped comfortably over your lower stomach, his head burrowed a little into your neck.
His soft little breaths tickle your neck and you don’t want to leave the bed. The sound of a toilet flushing from across the way rustles him awake, Luke stretches his long limbs resulting in him pulling you closer to his body.
“Mornin’,” his voice is muffled in your neck, the tenor of his voice gives you goosebumps.
“Morning,” you sigh quietly, secretly loving the way his thumb is making circles on your skin. You want to stay like this forever but then your stomach makes an incredibly embarrassing gurgle.
“Little snow bunny’s hungry,” he chuckles.
“I’m not a snow bunny yet,” you grumble as your stomach makes yet another noise.
“Yeah you are, I say so. C’mon, I’ll make you pancakes,” he pinches your waist making you squeal.
You follow him quickly at the promise of pancakes. While he’s getting the proper ingredients, you start a pot of coffee. When it’s finished you hop up on the counter next to him when Luke places the perfect circle of batter in the pan. While he’s cooking you admire his adorable sleepy face, his curls are a little unruly, begging to be played with, and his eyes are a little glossy. He looks sleepy but refreshed and it makes you happy he’s getting this break as well. He’s been working so hard.
To your surprise, he grabs your coffee mug then takes a drink. He hums at the taste and takes a longer drink before placing it back in your hands. The whole ordeal felt incredibly intimate and you slid your eyes to his pancakes.
“Don’t burn my pancakes,” you warn, pressing the mug to your mouth, the same spot Luke just had his lips on.
“I would never. These are the best pancakes in the world.”
Just then, your best friend appears in the kitchen and you’re quick to give her a hug asking if everything is alright. She promises she’ll dish the whole story to you later in the hot tub, and just the mention of that place sets your mind reeling. Cal joins soon after and you hide your smirk because you can only imagine how well he slept snuggled up to your best friend.
Not long after the four of you finished eating, Ashton and the others woke up too and began discussing plans for the day. The seven of you were going to hit the slopes while your best friend offered to make the food upon your return.
Your stomach is twisting in nerves as you stand near Luke in the ski lodge. He’s placing different poles in front of you, then when you’re ready to take it from him, he snatches it away and grabs another. It isn’t until he places the last one under your chin that there was a purpose for his madness; apparently you need the poles to be chin height.
“Okay, I think we got what we need,” he says, lifting both his and your set of skis. Oddly, it was extremely attractive to see him handling all that equipment so easily. If you tried that, you’d tumble to the floor from the weight and get caught in the boards and poles.
You stomp in the snow towards what you’re assuming is the bunny slope, your stomach sinks when you see a bunch of little kids. As if he could sense your disdain, Luke flashes you a bright smile.
“Don’t be embarrassed, we’ll stay here until you feel comfortable enough and we can go to the green slope,” he assures you. “That’s the easiest slope for beginners.”
“I don’t want you to kill your time teaching me,” you frown, a slight pout on your lips. He moves in front of you, ticking your chin with his gloved hand so you’re looking up at him.
“I wouldn’t want to kill my time with anybody else. C’mon, little bunny.”
He’s going to make you pass out from all the times he’s leaving you breathless.
He helps you with your boots and attaches them to the boards, as predicted you nearly fell just from trying to stand but Luke helped you by keeping a steady hold on your arms.
“Bend your knees, remember,” he tells you.
You do as he says and feel extremely weird bending your knees and just standing there. It’s awkward how your feet are literally planted in the boards. When your knees stop wobbling and you finally find your balance, you give him a triumphant smile.
“I’m not falling!”
“That’s great! Now,” he hands you your poles looping the strings over your wrists. “Try and move your way towards me by walking.” He backs up a few feet from you.
“Walking? I thought we’re skiing.”
“We are,” he laughs, “but you should walk in them first before you glide. Walk to me.”
With a deep breath, you lift your right leg, surprised at the heftiness of the boot but you place it back on the snow and lift your left leg. You feel awkward, like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time, but eventually you’re stopped in front of Luke who catches you in his arms before you have a chance to stumble.
“I walked!” you’re triumphant once more.
“Let’s try a few more walks before you start to glide.”
You didn’t end up going on the green slope, but Luke kept reminding you how proud he was of the progress you made in just one day. You still felt like you were holding him back from his ski time with the others but his happiness in helping you seemed genuine enough.
You had lunch at the Lodge then enjoyed the pizzas your best friend made for you all. You and Luke sat together while you ate in the living room, talking quietly.
“My fingers hurt a little from the grip,” you chuckle flexing your fingers after placing your empty plate on the coffee table.
Luke takes them in his hands, lightly massaging them with his thumbs. Your gaze is on his face while his is on your hands moving together, his lips parted slightly.
“How’s that feel?” his voice is a little gruff, then his pretty blue eyes glance up at you. He swallows harshly, the air between you has thickened once more. He squeezes your fingers lightly, inching his head closer to you.
Then your best friend enters the room, her voice breaking the moment and the almost-kiss with Luke. You both pull away quickly, he clears his throat and you remove your hands from his slowly.
“What?” you ask not hearing her correctly the first time.
“Ready for the hot tub?” she asks, and you instantly feel warm because of the thoughts you’ve been having about that space.
Being this close to Luke makes you feel even warmer.
“Yeah, let me just get changed,” you nod then turn to Luke, “See you in a bit.”
You can feel his gaze on you as you walk away towards your shared bedroom to change into your swimsuit. You press yourself against the back of the door, sighing from the moment you’ve imagined a million times of sharing a kiss with Luke. You change quickly and grin widely when your best friend enters with a large bottle of wine.
She tells you her juicy story of dumping her boyfriend then giving information that the dude wouldn’t even go down on her. You listened aptly, eyes widening at the appropriate parts while both of you passed the bottle between you. She asks you to fill her in on you and Luke and you tell her about the hot tub fantasy you had as soon as you saw it when you arrived the day before.
You explain to her your doubts, that there’s something there but you have fears that he might just be lonely. She assures you that he’s been looking at you like you’re a snack, the wine and the bubbles from the water make you giggle at that.
As if on cue, Luke slides the door open and you’ve zeroed in on his bare torso. You barely register your best friend exiting the tub, Luke helping her out then he climbs in as well, wine bottle in hand. He moves through the water sitting next to you, his curls becoming curlier from the steam of the water.
“Hey,” he greets, taking a pull from the wine.
“Hey,” you smile, and you feel like you’re having a deja vu moment.
“Sounds like you girls were having a fun time,” he grins examining the half empty bottle in his hands.
“You know, just having some girl talk,” you giggle, skimming your palms over the top of the water.
“How are your hands?” he asks, taking another long pull of the wine. You’re glad he’s drinking most of it, your head is pleasantly light and airy, the perfect amount of buzzed.
“They’re bubbly now,” you giggle wiggling your fingers.
“Are you sure you shared this wine with Y/F/N?” he chuckles watching you.
“I’m sure! Now I’m sharing with you,” you press back against the side of the tub.
Luke’s arm is draped across the back and you lean into his bicep, taking notice of his sparrow tattoo. Without thinking, you trace your finger on the outline of the bird, his muscle tensing at your touch.
“We’re sharing a lot of things this week,” he hums watching you.
“Mhm, our bed, coffee, breakfast, the wine, now the hot tub…” you roll your head on his arm gazing up at him.
“And your first experience of skiing,” he winks. “We could share something else, too.”
“What’s that?” you ask.
He leans over you, arms caging you in as he sets the wine bottle on the wooden corner of the tub. When it’s released from his grip, he still has you in the circle of his arms. He’s so close that his curls are tickling your face. Heart racing, you flicker your eyes to his and he has a slight smirk on his face.
“This,” he sighs then his lips are on yours.
You lean up into the kiss all too willingly, your hand cupping his cheek while his lips work with yours in the sweetest way. They’re soft, warm and controlled. This is way better than how you’ve pictured kissing him. Your stomach is filled with butterflies and clenches when his tongue slips inside your mouth making you moan softly.
You curl your fingers in his hair sitting up straighter in the tub so you can be closer to Luke, his hand moves to your lower back pressing you to him even more. In one swift movement, he shifts in the water so he’s sitting and you’re on his lap. You let out a small squeal then giggle as the water settles around you, his arm on your back tightens while his other hand cradles your cheek in his palm.
“C’mere…” he huffs, dragging your mouth to his again in a mind-numbing kiss. He moves his lips to your jaw, then to the space below your ear giving you sucking kisses on your skin. You gasp at the tingling sensation, tilting your head so he has more room to work with and kiss you wherever he pleases.
When his fingers loop under the string of your suit, the hot tub lights and bubbles shut off, cloaking you in darkness except for the moonlight reflecting on the snow outside. Luke pulls his lips from your skin and his eyes are so pretty in the blue black of the night. You trace his lips with your fingers, not wanting this moment to end.
“Head back to our room?” he mumbles, you nod wordlessly moving back to get off his lap. He pulls you in for a quick kiss before following you out.
You share a few more quick kisses while you clamber out of the tub. He holds your hand as you step down but you’re a little wobbly from his lips and you fall into him. He catches you with a laugh, kissing you yet again and you feel like you’re spinning.
“Let’s dry off a little,” you whisper, snatching up two towels.
You both towel off quickly, then Luke loops his towel around your neck pulling you against him so he can kiss you. You laugh into the kiss pushing him towards the door, fingers fumbling with the handle. It slides open and you’re welcomed with a whoosh of cool air, lips still locking together. The towel falls from your shoulders, leaving a trail to your room.
You peek open your eyes and swear you see your best friend and Calum in a compromising position on the couch. Before you can investigate further, Luke’s lips are on yours again dragging you to your bedroom. He lifts you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his damp waist, and he closes the door quietly.
“Did you see them out there? I think they’re about to have sex,” you whisper through giggles.
“About damn time,” he chuckles, nudging his nose with yours bringing you to the bed. He lays you down gently, his left arm tucked behind your neck as you let your legs fall from his waist. “I only had my eyes on you, though.”
You smile softly lifting your head to kiss him with all the energy you have inside of you, your sexual desires are coming to fruition and it’s never tasted this sweet. Luke’s long fingers trail down your stomach, slipping under your suit bottoms and it reminds you that you’re still wet from the hot tub.
“I don’t want to get the bed wet from my suit,” you pant around his mouth.
His fingers dip lower and lower as he smirks at you. “I want you wet, sweetheart,” then his middle finger slips between your folds. Your hips buck at his touch and his mouth moves to your neck while his finger plays with your folds.
“That feels good,” you sigh, turning your head into his arm. You kiss his bicep, nipping lightly at the skin, “better than I imagined.”
Luke’s motions stop, your eyes widen at what you just said, and you slowly turn your head facing him.
“You’ve imagined this?” he grins in a teasing tone, mischief in his eyes. The pad of his finger circles around your clit.
“Maybe,” you give him a coy smile.
He inhales through his mouth and exhales deeply out his nose, his eyes roaming over the harsh rise and fall of your chest.
“What do you imagine me doing to you, lovie?” he gives you a barely there peck, finger teasing your hole.
“U-um, this,” you breathe watching Luke sponge kisses down your chest and stomach.
“Just this?” he chortles removing his finger to instead hook it under your swimsuit bottoms, his eyes flash to yours. “If I remove these, I’ll do exactly what you’ve imagined.” He kisses just below your belly button eliciting goosebumps.
You lift your hips as he removes the small article of clothing, he groans at the sight of you shifting your legs open. His lips are gentle on your thighs, nibbling and suckling on your skin and your head is reeling.
“I’m waiting, sweetheart,” he sighs, his breath blowing over your core.
You clear your throat. “Um, we--we’re in the hot tub…”
“Mhm,” he kisses closer to your center, tongue darting out. “Jesus, you’re so wet…”
“And then...we’re in here after I was cockwarming you in the tub,” you bite your lip as Luke groans, his mouth finally on your warm center. “And your tongue licks me so slowly.”
His actions mirror your words, his tongue licking between your pussy lips agonizingly slow. You moan at the slow sensation, feeling the buildup in your tummy as he takes his precious time. While his mouth is lazily working you up, his fingers rub down your thighs until he grasps them tightly bringing his face closer to your pussy.
“And you do--” you moan loudly when his tongue flicks at your clit, it makes your ears ring from the pleasure. Your hands fly to his curls, pulling him closer to your sex just as he adds a finger. “Fuck!”
He pumps his finger torturously slow in and out of you, his lips doing wonders as your body starts to tremble. Your sentence disappears in the air, your focus is on Luke’s mouth and he picks up speed, his mouth moving with fervor.
You grind yourself against his mouth, stomach muscles tensing as your orgasm approaches, head tilted back into his pillow that smells like him. His finger picks up momentum adding another one, humming against you sucking on your clit.
“There! Oh, right there, yes,” you pant moving your hips faster and faster against his face. His grip on your thigh tightens and you know you’ll have bruises in the morning, but you’ll welcome them as a reminder of a fantasy come true.
You suppress a scream by biting into his pillow as your orgasm explodes within you, your whole body tensing as you feel intense pleasure. When it slowly subsides, Luke removes his mouth but keeps his fingers inside you. He crawls up the length of your body grabbing your hair so he can jerk your head in his direction removing your mouth from his pillow.
“Wanna see that pretty face when I make you come one more time,” he huffs and his fingers twiddle inside you.
You grasp onto his biceps, mouth open as he works you over again. You rock your hips with his motions, chasing what he’s giving you. When his thumb presses onto your clit, you’re seeing stars and you want to cry out. He removes his fingers from your hair to cover your mouth, silencing your moan.
When your body relaxes, he removes his fingers from inside you and from your mouth to pet your hair. You watch him through half lidded eyes as he sucks your juices from his fingers, sighing as he does.
“Your moans are a lot prettier than I’ve imagined,” he whispers, stealing more kisses from your mouth.
You’re blissed out, body humming and buzzing as he slips off the bed. When he returns, he hands you a pair of your underwear and one of his shirts. You’re surprised to see him already changed into his sleepwear.
Even though he just fingered you and ate you out, you turn away when you remove your swimsuit top to pull his shirt on. You’re invaded by his smell again, you inhale deeply before turning to face him, and he has the blankets pulled back.
“That’s all we’re doing?” you ask a little disappointed that you aren’t continuing. As you settle against him though in the comfort of his warm embrace and comfy mattress, you know you couldn’t go on even though you desperately want to.
“We’ve got all week, sweetheart,” he sighs kissing your forehead, “that hot tub isn’t going anywhere.”
just in case you’re still feeling soft for Luke I had a thought: imagine Luke being super cuddly in bed like even in his sleep. Maybe you wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and when you climb back into bed you just lay on your side next to him and then you feel him stir as he starts like patting the bed looking for you and when he touches you he wraps his arm around to you to drag you back into his embrace and settles back down- all with his eyes closed/half asleep
omg this just turned me into a puddle🥺🥺🥺this is the softest thing ever and luke would absolutely 100% do this all. and i will always be soft for luke so feel free to send in as many as you want bb💕
This is hands down my favorite soft luke moment my goodness i love you for sending this in thank you♥️🥰
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Whenever Luke would come back from tour he’d be extra affectionate with you, not that he was distant any other time, but something about being away from you for so long had him aching to hold you any chance he got.
He’ll come up behind you while you’re making tea or something quick to eat, enveloping you in his long arms. His nose pressed into your neck or his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched you do your task.
He’ll lay sideways next to you on the couch forcing his head onto your lap and dragging your fingers in his hair. Teasing him, you’d just let them rest on his head until he’d basically whine and pout forcing your fingers to play with his curls. You always gave in because you loved playing with his curls.
He’ll catch you by the wrist as you breeze past him sitting on Ashton’s bar stool while you’re over for a small get together, spinning you into him. Your hands falling flat on his chest as he hugs your waist with one arm and chucks your chin up so he can give you the softest most lovable kisses.
When it comes to bedtime, you’ll share a cuddle while watching TV or scrolling through your phones laughing at memes (ones Cal has made of him) but then you’d fall asleep in your respective spots.
At quarter to three you tumbled out of bed to use the bathroom, being careful not to let the light wake him up. Along with the intense affections, Luke’s body clock is very temperamental the first few weeks back home. Any little thing wakes him up.
You feel along the edge of the bed in the darkness and fall back into bed facing him with your hand in the space between your pillows. Sleep welcomes you back quickly until you feel an incessant thumping next to you.
Pat, pat, pat, pat.
Luke’s hand smacks your sleep shirt then he’s pulling you towards him, his hand firm and comforting on your back.
“What’re you doing?” you whisper letting him pull you to his chest, your nose presses against the skin of his collarbone.
“Miss you,” he sighs heavily. He kisses your hair and his body goes heavy once more, his deep breathing easing you into a peaceful sleep.
summary: You and Luke are friends with benefits; nothing less and nothing more.
a/n: this is one of the first one shots i’ve ever written, so it’s kinda rough. i figured it was still worth the repost though. hope u enjoy
There was a darkness in his eyes; an enigma that was unfamiliar to you. The blue surrounding his dilated pupil was clouded, duller, grim. You had been acquainted with his curious and bright stare, but just then, there was something new in that gaze. Experimental.
In the back of his car, there wasn’t much room. Hardly any at all, but the two of you used it as an excuse for the current closeness of your proximity. Heat was circulating through the backseat, warming your winter skin and mixing with the heavy breaths that escaped you. His hands were on your thighs - hot, virtually searing through the thick denim of your jeans - and you knew where this was going.
With Luke, everything led to sex. Studying. A brisk walk around campus. Going for lunch. Leaving class. There was an electrifying current that bled through your veins whenever he offered you that crooked smirk; daring and testing. Each and every detail of his face allured you, enticed you to the point where you would’ve been satisfied with just staring at him for days. But you wouldn’t only be staring at him tonight.
It was dark. The blackness of the night deluded your nerves, turning the churning of your stomach into a twist of anticipation. Something about Luke always made you nervous, but now, you only felt chills as you waited beneath his intense stare. You were excited.
Low music played from his car radio as his hands traveled up your thighs. It was as if you could feel every ridge and wrinkle of his palms, sliding up and over your jeans. You noticed him everywhere - his ankles bumping against yours, his breath fanning over your face, his scent engulfing you and intoxicating your brain. You were aware of it all.
His touch traveled up your body, moving over your shirt and chest, landing beneath your chin. He tilted your face upward with his index finger, explosive eyes scanning over your every feature. There was a pause in time, a frozen moment before he brought your lips to his, tongue gliding over your bottom lip and meeting your own. You moved your hands up to the nape of his neck, entangling your fingers in his blonde hair, pulling him closer.
Your knees bumped as he kissed you fervidly, mouths parting and releasing hot pants before colliding again to kiss. His taste lingered on your lips - mint and beer. The flavor was one you were accustomed to and it was one you had grown to revel in. There was something personal about the feeling his tongue left on yours - how it was something so specific to only Luke. You swallowed it down, eyes shut tight as his hands left your jaw, brushing your hair back behind your ear.
He pulled away breathlessly, eyes wild and lips swollen. “You gonna fuck me tonight, baby girl?”
The words he spoke were dirty as they lingered in the air between you, tainting the silence and painting it a darker black. They heated you up and sent a sultry thrill up your spine, igniting your every nerve with a fire of lust.
You nodded slowly, innocently. Your gaze was locked on his and you were hypnotized, entranced by the mystery that was the boy before you. With his soft touches and pretty features, it was difficult to fathom just how vulgar Luke could be. But he was a combination of everything, and a deadly one at that. It was as if you never truly stood a chance against him.
“Good girl,” He whispered, pulling you in once again with the rasped tenor of his voice.
His hands wandered up your shirt as his mouth moved steadily against your own. You wanted to feel every inch of his bare skin against yours, clothes shed and words forgotten, but Luke liked to tease. He liked to draw everything out, as if he had mapped out the ways to touch you in his head. He worshipped your body every time you gave him the opportunity.
You felt his easy grasp on your breasts as he worked to feel you over the confining material of your bra, growing frustrated when he couldn’t get enough of you. His tongue was dipping against yours before he pulled away, chest heaving, brow furrowed as he gripped the hem of your sweater. “Gonna take this off, pretty, all right?”
“Take yours off, too.” You told him quietly, noting the slight upturn of his lips at your request.
Luke’s body was something you couldn’t quite understand. With his broad shoulders and smooth skin, and his flat stomach but defined muscles, you struggled to comprehend how someone like him was even remotely human. He was such a paradox, with his pleasing looks and dirty words, and toned abdomen but skinny, thin legs. He was so beautiful.
He tugged his own shirt over his head before returning his attention back to you. You drank him in, the pallor of his skin in the dark car, fingertips brushing over the short trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his briefs. He let you study him, watching you with amused eyes as you ran your touch over the dips and curves of his torso, skimming your hands down the expanse of his arms.
It wasn’t long before he finally got to removing your shirt, gently pulling it over your head and tossing it on the leather seat next to you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth after exhaling a sigh of mild relief, finally seeing you exposed before him, chest completely bare and free for his hands to explore. You observed the way his lip ring glistened when he wet it with his tongue before laying you down on the seat. “So fucking gorgeous, baby girl. Beautiful. You know that?”
You only inhaled sharply before he bowed his head, burying his face into the crook of his neck, muttering compliments over your throat. His tongue brushed beneath your ear before moving lower, biting down shortly on your skin, sucking, marking you. You felt your heart pounding against your rib cage as he moved his head lower, lower, leaving hickey after hickey in his wake, imprinting you in a jagged line. You knew the marks would be more than difficult to cover up later, but you enjoyed seeing the evidence that Luke touched you like this - that it wasn’t just something your over-imaginative brain had conjured up in moments of boredom.
Your hands were on his back as he moved lower and lower, body hovering over yours and palms flat on your breasts before disappearing to replace the loss of contact with his mouth. His tongue flicked over your nipple, lips wrapping around the bud and teeth grazing over the sensitive area before completing the same notion with the other one. He was starting you up, test-driving your weak spots before exploiting them completely.
He lifted his head, eyes looking up at you from beneath his pale lashes before he sat upright. You watched his bare chest rise and fall with each breath he took and expelled. It was hard to make out exactly what he looked like in the dark, but you knew he was a sight.
Luke extended his arms, fingers fumbling with the button on your jeans as your stomach tightened at the idea of what was to come. He unzipped your pants, shoving them down your thighs in haste, stare hungry and occupied with blatant greed. He loved undressing you, no matter how many times he saw you naked. It was still a thrill for him - a challenge that was always met.
You were left in only your underwear as you sat yourself up again, back leant against the car door as Luke gazed at you. “You want me to touch you?” He questioned, as if the answer was something you had to thoroughly think about.
“Yeah,” You said. It was a simple answer, but it was all he really needed to hear, anyway.
Luke nodded, almost to himself, before pushing his body forward and catching your lips against his again. His tongue accidentally skimmed your teeth before he steadied himself, kissing you slowly, hands pressed up against the glass window above your head. He was stretched out before you, body looking long and glowing, close enough for you to reach out and feel the bulge in his jeans.
He hissed at the sudden contact between the two of you, pulling away momentarily. “Thought I was gonna touch you, baby.”
You felt yourself smirk as you continued to palm him over the denim that was constraining his erection. He was painstakingly hard, as he had been all night, but you were just acknowledging the situation now, feeling how aroused you could get him by just letting him have a look at you. Luke was rather easy to please. He liked you and your body and your quick tongue, which worked well in many different ways for him.
“Fuck it.” Luke muttered, nudging your hand away to unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. He shimmied the jeans down to mid-thigh, revealing a pair of black briefs that hugged his legs and displayed the articulate outline of his shaft.
You knew he was inviting you to do as you pleased, despite his earlier intent to get you beneath him. It was a rarity that Luke let you have your way when it came to sex, so eagerly, you swung your legs down to the car floor and got on your knees before him.
Your fingers traced over the straight line over his waistband before you decided to pull the boxers down as well, watching the sight of his dick protruding in front of you. You took it by the base, wrapping your grasp around his girth and noting the thickness of him. Luke was perfectly sculpted in every department.
You looked up at him curiously as you brought his tip to your lips, leaving a small kiss there before wrapping them around completely. Luke blinked furiously, one hand moving to pull your hair back, twisting it away from your face so he could see you clearly. “That pretty mouth of yours feels so damn good, baby girl.”
You moved farther down his length, cheeks hollowed and tongue flattened as you felt every ridge of him, pulsating and throbbing. You felt his head hit the back of your throat as you concentrated on breathing through your nose, which was level with his naval, nearly pressed up against his skin.
Luke’s grip on your hair tightened as he tugged on the roots, fists clenched as you sucked harshly, moving back up his shaft and pulling off to inhale sharply. You looked back up to him, hand stroking his dick idly, spreading the wetness down the tight skin that stretched over the prominent vein beneath your palm.
“Shit.” He gritted, jaw clenched and eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your lips around him again.
You stationed both of your hands on his hips as you pushed yourself forward, mouth widening to accommodate his size. Luke guided you up and down his length, slowly, stretching out the moments of pleasure as he watched you work to make him feel good. He was writhing, stomach tensed and biceps bulging as he struggled to control himself.
You wrapped your hand around the base again, kitten-licking his tip as you stared up at him from your knees. His face was twisted, contorted into the prettiest look of euphoria you had seen on him yet. He was biting down on his bottom lip and his eyebrows were drawn together, forehead creased as he whined gutteraly. “Baby girl, please. You know I don’t like it when you tease.”
You only chuckled as you took him into your mouth completely again, the vibrations of your low laugh making him still suddenly. His eyes had opened and his jaw went slack as you moved down his shaft, holding him there as you deepthroated him, taking Luke by surprise. He was unsure of what to do with his hands, where to put them or what to grab, so he settled on gripping the leather seat tops beside him, knuckles going white. You felt your eyes well up as you suppressed a gag before pulling off of his dick, breathing heavily as you pumped his length.
“Oh, God, baby,” Luke groaned. “Let me fuck you, please. You’re so good to me.”
You nodded, sitting back on your knees as you took in the view before you. Luke was wrecked, pale chest flushed pink and breathing absolutely ragged. He was reaching into the pocket of his jeans for his wallet in search of a condom, and when he found it, the silver foil was ripped open immediately.
You got up and sat in the open space beside him, watching patiently as he moved to recline the leather seats until they were almost flat. Then he looked to you, eyes frantic and scanning over your naked figure. He nudged you, muttering. “Lay back. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna make you scream for me.”
You complied, laying back before him, hair sprawling out behind you as you gazed at the boy, mesmerized. He was tugging his pants down his legs the rest of the way before rolling the condom over his length, teeth gritted as he moved to station himself between your legs.
He took you by surprise, burying his face between your thighs as his tongue instantly flattened against your entrance, licking slowly, feeling how wet you had become. You cried out, startled, fingers running through his hair as he mouthed at your clit, teeth grazing over the bundle of nerves as his large hands held you down by your hips. Luke lifted his head. “Always taste so fuckin’ amazing.”
You inhaled sharply, eyes screwing shut as he lowered his face again, the stubble of his beard driving you insane. The friction it drew and the feeling of his tongue dipping into your entrance, licking in circular motions over your clit was overwhelming. If there was one thing Luke loved most, it was having his head between your thighs. He practically treasured the times in which you would let him pleasure you like this. He knew your every weakness and just how to make you squirm with pleasure.
However, though, the two of you were aching to be pressed together, bodies slick with sweat as he moved over you. So you were only glad when he leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You ready, baby girl?”
You nodded, taking your lip between your teeth. You knew Luke loved seeing you like this: bare before him, pining for his touch, craving him to make you feel amazing, but he narrowed his eyes. “Need to hear you say it.”
“Mm, Luke,” you breathed, watching him move closer and closer to you, as if it were happening in slow motion. “Want you.”
“Yeah?” He whispered, mouth inches away from yours.
“Yeah.”
And then he kissed you, fiercely and passionately, tongue invading your mouth as hot breaths escaped from behind his teeth. He held himself up, arms carrying his weight as they leant against the seat tops on either side of your head. You wanted to kiss him and kiss him until your lips went numb and your mind went dizzy, but it didn’t matter to you when he pulled away and shifted his lower half so his dick was positioned at your entrance. You were already trembling with the desire you felt for him.
And then he wrapped his hand around his base, pushing in slowly at first, easily. The only sounds audible were your synchronized gasps that filled the emptiness of his car. The air felt hotter as you felt him stretch you, fitting into you just the same as he always did. Your hands flew to his back as your fingernails dug into his skin as he pulled out and began thrusting into you again, bottoming out.
You bit down on your lip and suppressed a loud moan as he started to move quickly, hitting you balls deep each time. His face was close to yours, so close that you could feel him exhale sporadically as his face was scrunched up in pleasure. “Don’t hold back,” Luke told you. “Wanna hear the sounds you make, baby girl. Wanna hear how good I make you feel.”
You knew he thrived off of your whimpers and groans, how it boosted his confidence and let him know he was doing it right, so you exhaled a pent-up sigh, wrapping your legs around his waist as you felt him move deeper inside you at the new angle. You cried out his name, eyes shut tight as he rocked into you, jerking your body with his forceful thrusts.
“Come on, fuck,” Luke groaned, eyes rolling back. “Know you can be louder than that.”
Your grip on his shoulders tightened. Your head was spinning at how good you were feeling, how fast he was fucking you, like he couldn’t possibly get enough of you.
“H-Harder.” You stuttered out. You couldn’t help yourself.
“You want it harder, baby?” Luke questioned, voice low and resonating in your ear, his words swimming through your mind.
You nodded frantically, unable to speak another coherent sentence as he began picking up the pace, pounding into you until you were literally screaming - just like he had wanted to begin with. The moans you released sounded inhumane, foreign to you. You didn’t know you were capable of being so loud.
Luke, however, wasn’t surprised. You noticed the smirk on his face as his hips jolted into yours harshly, abdomen clenched. His balls slapped against you, the sound of skin on skin a faint background noise that was washed out by your whimpers as you felt your body virtually vibrating with pleasure. He was moving himself so well, lower half jerking upright as he hit your g-spot each time, making you cave into him.
He lowered his head and caught his lips against yours, kissing you sloppily as his movements slowed momentarily. He was still moving, still thrusting into you hard, though his pace had evened out and it wasn’t as frantic. He was enjoying kissing you, feeling your tongue pick up his taste, feeling your hands run over the creases and furrows of his back. You felt his shoulder blades beneath your palms, traced down his spine as his hands moved from the seat tops to your breasts, squeezing greedily.
“Unbelievable, baby girl,” Luke murmured against your lips. “Gonna make me come so hard, aren’t you?”
You only moaned into his mouth, trying to nod but unable to move as you became overwhelmed with pleasure. His hands were roaming down your torso, moving to your clit as he rubbed it, eyes opening to gauge your reaction to his touch. He was thrusting into you with his hands all over, hair a mess and lips swollen.
“Turn over,” He demanded quietly, after a moment of you writhing beneath him. “Wanna fuck you from behind.”
“All right,” You agreed, though another moment passed before he mustered up the self control to pull out of you and let you flip your self over.
You stationed your hands on the seat tops, back arched as you waited to feel him again. However, when you turned your head to look at Luke, he was admiring his view, eyes slipping hungrily over your figure. “So fuckin’ hot.”
You exhaled as you felt his hands on your waist, steadying himself as he pushed into you again, and it was as if time resumed. A loud groan fell from his lips as he began at the same rigorous pace, one hand now gripping your ass and the other resting on the small of your back. He liked taking you like this. It was easier for him to move, to hit the perfect spot with every jerk of his hips.
You knew he was close, though. He was panting, holding you tightly and moving faster than before.
You weren’t much different. There was a thin sheen of sweat covering your entire body as the heat had built up between you two. You were struggling to hold yourself up, as you were weakening with how good you felt. Your hands were shaking and your walls were clenched tight around his dick, feeling him move in and out of you attentively.
“Fuck, Luke,” You gasped.
“Gonna come for me, baby girl? Go on, go ahead.” He told you lowly, hand reaching around your face and making contact with your clit again.
He rubbed you quickly as you felt your stomach twist and your knees buckle. Your entire body spasmed and your mind went blank as you then stilled, eyes screwed shut and body backing up into Luke’s thrusts as he continued his movements while you came around him, tensing and squirming at the sensitivity as he rocked into you mercilessly.
“Good girl.” He praised, voice rasped as you came down from your high.
Luke’s hips began to slow as he gritted his teeth, jaw clenched and fingers gripping your waist so tight that his knuckles were turning white. You knew there would be bruises left behind, but you didn’t care - you were a whimpering mess as his thrusts began to stutter and still as he came, groaning out your name in a string of curses. You felt him release into the condom in spurts as he struggled to continue moving his hips, breathing shallowed.
Then it was all still - quiet, nearly silent except for the music coming from the car radio, just like it was before his hands were on your thighs. He collapsed on top of you, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. And when you turned to look at him again, his light eyes were back, full of brightness and endlessly blue. He was the Luke you knew again.
summary: You’re flying home for the holidays, or at least trying to, until your flight gets delayed. Suddenly, you are left to your own devices at the airport along with all of the other Christmas travelers - Luke Hemmings included.
A/N: i really liked the concept of a one night stand...in an airport. w a rich businessman. enjoy
As you weaved your way through the hectic crowds of the airport, you surely couldn’t believe your luck. The heels of your boots clicked on the tile flooring while your suitcase was wheeling noisily behind you, your fingers clutching its handle tightly seeing as it was the only item you actually had with you. Your hair was messy and your makeup was smudged and although you wore a fitted sweater, there was still a chill in your bones.
It was Christmas Eve and your flight home had been delayed. Snow was falling from the sky outside in thick flakes, blanketing the airport’s runway and ultimately preventing you from spending the rest of the holiday season with your family. A blizzard hadn’t been predicted on the weather report’s forecast when you booked your flight. However, it had definitely arrived, screwing you over and leaving you to spend the night at the airport until the weather cleared up.
The last thing you wanted to do was camp out on a rock-solid, terminal floor, but it wasn’t as if you had any other options. All the surrounding hotels were booked along with the skeevy motor inns that were used mainly for Tinder meetups. You also didn’t have anyone closeby who could pick you up and let you spend Christmas Eve at theirs. Unfortunately, you were left to your own devices.
So, naturally, you were making a beeline for one of the airport’s many bars.
You couldn’t deny yourself a drink after the manic, insanely disappointing day you had endured. After packing up a week’s worth of clothing, toiletries, and your carry-on bag, you had taken a cab to the busy airport only to be told that your flight was delayed until further notice. The weather was getting worse and there was nothing you could possibly do about it, so you figured that you might as well just relax and let alcohol aid you in doing so. It wouldn’t hurt - at least not until you woke up on the terminal floor the next morning with a raging hangover.
You walked through the open entrance of a bar called Mo’s, which was seemingly deserted aside from one elderly man in the corner. He was sat with the newspaper stretched open in front of him, although he looked as if he was going to fall asleep at any given moment. From your walk through the airport, you had seen many people trying to stay busy instead of giving in to sleeping in one of the uncomfortable waiting areas, and this man was surely one of them. You were just trying to do the same.
So you wheeled your suitcase up to the rustic bar, keeping it close to you as you studied your surroundings. Mo’s was nicely decorated for the holiday season, an artificial rope of garland adorning the perimeter of the bar top and hanging over the extended shelf of all the alcohol. The selection was endless, of course, but right away you ordered two shots of straight vodka for yourself. You needed to take the edge off.
You watched as the bartender (a disgruntled older woman) poured you two small glasses of the clear liquid, its pungent smell already permeating the air. You scrunched up your nose as you tapped your fingernails on the wooden bartop, immediately taking one of the shot glasses in your hand and downing its contents without hesitation. You could feel it burn down your throat once you consumed the additional shot, your tongue already feeling thick against the roof of your mouth.
You took a moment to compose yourself, answer another one of your frantic mother’s texts, and glance around the bar before ordering an actual drink. The lighting was dim and the floors were tile, checked with black and white and appearing slightly dirty, but you didn’t mind. The booths looked clean and you briefly wondered if maybe you could sleep in here, but you had a feeling that the bartender wouldn’t particularly like it if you did that.
You turned around to request your drink although you were interrupted by another person sliding into the barstool directly next to you. Their voice was soft and smooth but commanding as they announced, “This one’s on me, thanks.”
Your eyebrows rose immediately, gaze zeroing in on the stranger’s appearance. He was tall and broad, with sandy blonde hair that was styled neatly and a clean-shaven face. He wore a gray suit that was tailored to perfection, dress shoes polished impeccably and not a single crease in his slacks. Next to him was his briefcase which seemed to be made of expensive black leather, clean without a scuff. You noticed a family ring that was stationed below his knuckle as he slid ten dollars across the bar top. Even the bill was completely crisp and unwrinkled.
He was beautiful. That much was obvious.
“Do you mind that I bought your drink?” He spoke again, a small smile playing on his pale lips. There was a mischievous glint underlying in the blue of his eyes. “I saw you come in here while I was sitting outside. You look like you could use some good luck right now.”
You snorted at his blunt observation, your hands instantly shooting upward to smooth over your hair, adjust the sweater that was slipping off of your shoulder. Of course you looked and felt like a wreck when one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen was sitting beside you at an empty bar. “Thanks.” You replied sarcastically, sitting up straighter.
“No! I mean you look fine.” He corrected himself and chuckled. “You’re gorgeous, actually. You just seem upset.”
Your face warmed with the sound of his compliment. You glanced over at him again once the bartender set your drink directly in front of you, then nodded once the stranger ordered himself a beer. His black tie was tight around his neck, not a single hair out of place. You had to force your eyes away.
“My flight home was delayed until further notice and Christmas is tomorrow,” you explained after taking a sip of your vodka Coke. “So, yeah. I’m pretty upset.”
He frowned, but the gesture went unfinished once he leaned forward and smiled at the unfriendly bartender to retrieve his beer. You watched him intently while he took a quick swig, his jaw contracting and Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Once he put the bottle of beer back down, he turned to you. “Supposed to be with your family, huh?”
“Exactly.” You nodded, unable to pass the opportunity to ask, “What about you? Flying home to your girlfriend?”
The stranger chuckled, bowing his head while he shook it. He adjusted himself on the barstool, moving to face you so that his knees were almost touching the side of your left thigh. “No, actually. No girlfriend. Flying out for another business trip, but my flight got delayed as well.”
You felt a grin growing on your face. “What’s your name?”
“Luke Hemmings.” He replied with what could only be considered pure confidence. He took another sip of his beer, then rested it back on the bar top after letting out a short breath. “And yours?”
You told him your name in return, noting the way that the atmosphere around the two of you had slightly shifted. You couldn’t help but lean back in your chair when you felt yourself begin to relax. Luke ordered the two of you a round of shots, insisting on paying once more, eyeing you when you tried to decline.
And then you were swallowing down more of the strong alcohol, thanking Luke when he offered you a lime slice to dull the bitter taste on your tongue. Once you could feel your brain buzzing, your eyelids heavy and mind at ease, it was then that Luke opened his mouth. “Well, I guess the both of us should make the most of this, then.”
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An hour later, you could no longer call Luke a stranger. You had learned that he was the CEO of one of the largest marketing companies in the United States, owned by his father, which meant that he could practically bathe in his own money if he wanted to. He was flying out to Hong Kong to pitch a presentation to a previous rivaling company who now wanted to partner with his, which was part of the reason why he couldn’t go home and see the rest of his family. Luke was blatantly smart and endearingly humble, and it was evident in the way that he spoke and carried himself.
He was also slightly drunk - only a bit tipsy. You had managed to sober up completely after a few glasses of water and some self-control, but you figured that the two of you had drank to calm your nerves about spending the entire night in an airport. His light eyes were glassy and glazed over, lashes pale against his skin every time he blinked. His motions and movements were a bit slower, but what you really noticed the most was the way your contact with him was increasing.
His proximity was close and you didn’t mind. The two of you were facing each other completely, and your eyes were following as he finally brought himself to loosen the tie that was fastened around his neck. You let your stare drag over the exposed area of his chest once he unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt and shrugged off his suit jacket, laughing to himself when he was unable to unbutton his sleeves and roll them up on his own.
“Here, let me help.” You offered, your words jarring together inadvertently.
Luke only nodded in reply, his gaze flickering up to study your face as you successfully unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up his forearm, stopping just beneath his elbow. You could still feel his stare on you as you repeated the same gesture with his other arm, his fingertips ghosting over your skin absently.
“Y’know,” Luke began matter-of-factly. “You’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.”
You dropped his arm, meeting his eyes again. “You’ve got your beer goggles on and you’ve been around the globe more times than you can count. I highly doubt that, Mr. CEO.”
Luke laughed at your sardonic tone, a grin consuming his features and painting them with utter happiness. His eyes crinkled at the sides and his teeth flashed a bright white, figure absently leaning forward as he chuckled. “I’m being honest. I promise, Y/N. Why else would I have followed you into the worst bar at this airport?”
With a sigh and a smile, you still shook your head, still unconvinced. Luke’s expression mirrored your own - he was actually gazing at you dreamily, appearing as if he was completely and totally smitten. The look in his bloodshot eyes was giving away his inner thoughts, and you could say so just by feeling the way they dropped down to your lips, his grin fading.
And you couldn’t help but be amused by the current situation. There you were, sat in an empty bar at two in the morning with someone you had just met the hour before. You were supposed to have been home by then, but instead, you were watching a sophisticated, insanely brilliant businessman let loose and enjoy himself for once. You would have found it cute had your stomach not been churning ever since you first laid eyes on him. The man was anything but cute. Just the mere fact that he inches away from you was enough to heat up your entire body.
You felt Luke’s knee bump against your own, almost as if he was bringing you back out of your thoughts. His gaze was still locked on you, watching your every move as you tuned in to his presence again. “What?” You wondered aloud.
Luke shrugged, his giddiness dissipating into the air between you. He seemed more serious now, clearing his throat before he picked up the glass of water you had previously ditched and took a long sip, setting it back down before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Really want to kiss you.” He murmured, his voice low.
A moment passed. You swallowed thickly. “Then do it.”
Luke raised his eyebrows, his small smile returning, but only softly, tugging up the corners of his lips. “You sure you want Mr. CEO to kiss you?”
You rolled your eyes at the mockery he was making of your earlier remark, beating him to it and pulling him close to you by the nape of his neck, your lips slotting against his perfectly. He tasted faintly of beer which contrasted the vodka that lingered behind your teeth, but the way his tongue roamed against yours was enough to make your head spin. Your mind drew blank of any hesitation or judgment. You could only fathom the way his hands cupped your face gently, wandering up to push your hair out of the way as his lips parted so he could really taste you.
You couldn’t help it when your mouth fell agape as his tongue swiped over yours slowly. Every move he made was leisurely, as if he was absorbing everything about you. You wanted to be closer to the stranger, to see his skin and the way it contrasted against yours, to feel his warmth and hear the way your name would sound as it left his lips in the midst of a heavy breath. He was intoxicating you, making you dizzy as his lips molded against yours deliciously, your hands entangling themselves in the roots of his hair.
Luke was the first to pull away before you swallowed his sigh, allowing you to see the way his lips flushed a darker color from kissing you. It was sobering, the effect that the mere gesture had on you. You felt feather-light and effortless, but the look in his intense gaze was dragging you down, heating you up and tainting your sophomoric thoughts black.
“Bathroom,” Luke muttered shortly, ticking his head in the direction of the corner of the room. “In the back. Okay?”
Quickly, you glanced at the only other person in the bar - the bartender. She was currently slumped over in one of the booths, fast asleep and completely done after serving the two of you.
“Yeah.” You agreed to Luke’s proposition, taking his hand as he led you to the back of the room. You made sure to tiptoe past the bartender, as she would surely know what the two of you were getting up to if you were heading into the only restroom together.
Once Luke entered the tiny bathroom, he had you pinned against the wall in a matter of seconds. He held both of your wrists above your head with one hand, his figure looming over yours dominantly while he locked the door with his other. Your blood was pounding in your ears as your eyes searched him frantically, dropping over the stoic look on his face, skimming over his broad chest and the necklace that was lain delicately over his beating heart.
“Wanted to have you like this since I first saw you.” Luke admitted in a rasped tone, then bowed his head and pressed his lips to yours again.
You could practically taste the desire that dripped from his tongue as he held your hands over your head. You were succumbing to his presence, allowing him to kiss you roughly until he slowed his pace again, his lips gliding over yours in a smooth manner. You couldn’t help but enjoy the way he kissed you - how he put all of his effort into the smallest of gestures while managing to hold you still beneath him. It was undeniably hot, in plain words. You couldn’t think of anything else - only the way that he controlled you in that moment.
And then his lips were parting from yours abruptly, leaving you a panting mess as his mouth wandered along the curvature of your jaw, peppering kisses in his wake as you threw your head back absently. His mouth moved lower and lower, sucking and biting at your neck as you whined, already starting to squirm. It was clear that Luke knew what he was doing, even if he didn’t know you.
His teeth were grazing over your collarbone before his lips pressed to your skin gently, lingering there until he raised his head to look at you again and kiss you once more. Your tongue intertwined with his, the kiss wet and slightly sloppy as you tasted the beer on his breath again.
Luke finally released his grip on your wrists, pulling away as your touch returned to his hair, running through the strands that were now disheveled. He stared at you for a prolonged moment, regaining his composure before he was tugging at the bottom hem of your sweater, muttering, “Let’s get this off.”
You raised your arms as he peeled the confining material from your body, leaving you in just your bra as you were still pressed against the bathroom door. Luke’s fingers were already tracing the outline of its straps, running over the lace material as his eyes studied your cleavage. He was tuning in to the way you looked before him, with your chest still heaving and breaths still escaping from your parted lips quickly.
Then Luke’s lips were ghosting back over your neck, down to your breasts where he was kissing at the swell of your skin. You were hot all over, sweat prickling up on your hairline as he teased you and drove you completely crazy. He was paying acute attention to every aspect of your body, hands twining around your back so that he could unclasp your bra and slide it off of your front.
You shivered from the cold air on your chest as Luke’s lips latched around one of your nipples, teeth brushing over the hardened bud as his hand kneaded at your other breast. Your back was arching into his touch as he sucked a hickey over your other breast, tongue darting over the blossoming mark as you hissed out, “Shit, Luke.”
He lifted his head again and detached himself from you fully, stepping back so that he could unbutton his dress shirt while looking at you. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, almost as much as yours was, but Luke seemed to be more self-contained than you. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his perfectly-kempt hair was now a mess, one strand hanging down onto his forehead. His pupils were blown and there was a tent in his dress pants, the bulge of his erection jutting out from the expensive material. He looked unreal, even under the unflattering fluorescent lighting in the bathroom.
Once he had his shirt open, he left on, the sleeves still hugging his biceps and his torso virtually on full display. A light trail of hair started beneath his bellybutton and disappeared beneath his belt buckle, his abdomen firm, tensing when you were the one to step forward and drag your palms down his body. You felt the ridges of his skin and his heart beating in his chest. You felt the strength of his muscles and the way he was warm, breaths escaping from his parted lips as he felt your touch move lower and lower.
“Can I do something for you?” You questioned, the words slipping from your tongue, manifesting themselves as an innocent purr.
You saw a smirk form on Luke’s lips, his hands outstretching to rest on the curvature of your waist, sliding up and down in slow motions. “What would you like to do, hm?”
You only smirked in return, a gesture to match his own. You leaned in to kiss him again, but it was short-lasting, still infecting your mind and making your stomach twirl with anticipation. You then dropped to your knees in front of him, looking up and meeting his eyes as your hands found his belt buckle. Once his belt was undone, you followed suit with the button of his dress pants, then the zipper. Your movements were torturously slow, and you could tell it was paining Luke by the way his abdomen clenched and how harshly he was biting down on his bottom lip. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was struggling to keep his hands at his sides, instinctively wanting to reach out and twine them in the strands of your hair.
Your eyes left his so that you could watch your fingers tug down his dress pants, the outline of his erection visible through the gray briefs that clung tightly to his hips. You could make out every inch of him through the material and how he was straining against the cotton, virtually pulsing. Your fingers immediately looped under the elastic waistband so that you could pull them down his thighs and let them pool around his ankles, his length protruding outward from its hardness.
Immediately, you wrapped your hand around his base and squeezed gently, gaze flickering back up to gauge his reaction to your touch. Luke hissed, his bottom lip slipping from between his teeth as he let out a groan of relief, muttering, “Oh, fuck, baby.”
You leaned forward and licked up the underside of his length, your tongue tracing the vein that rose from beneath his skin. Luke squirmed, his hands moving outward to cradle your face as you wrapped your lips around his tip. He watched you intently, his jaw completely slack as you lowered your mouth down onto his shaft fully. Your tongue flattened, your grasp still on his base as you began to bob your head.
You could feel him throbbing against your tongue as you developed a pace, lowering your mouth around him and pulling off almost completely, swirling your tongue around his tip. Luke expelled a heavy breath each time you did that, his eyes nearly rolling back as he registered the pleasure that you were giving him, wholly turned on by the fact that you were on your knees for him.
But then he began to guide your movements, lowering your head and thrusting gently into your open mouth, groaning loudly as you let him do what he pleased. He held your face still and moved his hips forward and back, cursing under his breath and muttering your name as he immersed himself in the pleasure.
You focused on breathing through your nose, your cheeks hollowing each time Luke’s tip was sliding over your tongue. He was being gentle, but you knew it was turning him on to be the one initiating everything, taking control. Your gag reflex was being tested continuously, your eyes watering once he started to increase the pace of his hips as he thrusted forward into your mouth. Your fingers were clutching his thighs, nails creating crescent-shaped indents on his pale skin.
“So fucking good,” Luke groaned suddenly, his movements ceasing as you took his length into your hand, pulling off so that you could catch your breath. You stared up at him as you curled your fist around his girth, squeezing once your palm slid over his tip, watching the way that Luke’s face contorted as he whimpered from the sensation.
You wrapped your lips around his head once again, the faint taste of his precum leaking onto your tongue as you bobbed your head repetitively. Your touch traveled from the base of Luke’s shaft to his balls, rolling them gently in one hand as the other held onto his hip tightly. Luke started to shudder from the combination of sensations, the way it made his eyes screw shut and his hands pull on the roots of your hair until he was cursing, backing away from you and leaning against the wall. “Almost made me cum right there, baby.” He muttered under his breath, a wistful smirk consuming his features.
You didn’t have time to react to his statement before he was pulling you back to your feet, pressing your body flush against his. Your lips met and he was virtually ravenous, his kisses rushed and heated and hot. His tongue was running along yours each time your mouth fell agape, his hands wandering from your waist down to your ass, squeezing you through the flimsy material of your leggings.
You whined at the feeling, your body absently curling into Luke’s, back arching as his palms circled over the curvature of your lower half. You could feel his chest warm against yours, your hands frantic as they hurried to pull the rest of his dress shirt off of his torso. You tugged the material from his arms, your mouths parting as he breathed hotly, eyes flashing open and locking on yours. “Want me to fuck you, angel? Want me to make you feel good, don’t you?”
You nodded vigorously, the low tenor of his voice spurring you on. His words resonated between you deeply, laced with lust as they hung in the air. You could feel the moisture between your legs growing as he grinned arrogantly at you in return, hands retreating from your ass and landing back on your hips.
Luke began to walk you over to where the small sink was located, stationed below a cracked mirror. He was behind you now, arms twining around your waist as his head ducked out from behind you, eyes dragging over the way you looked in your reflection. Your chest was still heaving as Luke murmured, “Look at yourself, all right? Watch yourself.”
Your knees practically buckled once you heard his command, his lips at your ear as he spoke quietly. A chill traveled up the expanse of your spine as his grasp continuously traced the curve of your hips, finally ducking down so that he could peel your leggings from your thighs, his movements just as torturously slow as yours had previously been. His touch slid up your thighs, feeling your skin until one of his hands was between your legs, feeling your center over the lace of your underwear.
Your lips immediately parted at the teasing sensation of his fingertips ghosting up your slit, guarded by the material that covered you. You leaned forward so that you were supporting your weight by clutching the sink, your knuckles going white as Luke pulled your underwear to the side, his body still hovering behind you in the mirror. You closed your eyes as he ran his touch over your clit, his arm wrapped around you and the other running up and down your back.
“Open your eyes, angel.” He urged you, his fingers moving painfully slowly over your center, causing you to shake from how badly you wanted him.
“Luke, please.” You heard yourself grit out, your voice wavering, sounding strange as it filled the silence of the bathroom. You didn’t expect yourself to say anything - your desperate tone surprised you.
You saw the way his eyebrows rose once he realized you were virtually aching to feel him. It fueled his ego, as if it wasn’t big enough. His lips pulled upward at the end, his cheeks still flushed and hair even more messy than before. You almost melted once he bowed his head down and pressed a kiss to the skin of your shoulder, looking back at your reflection to say, “Impatient, are we?”
You could only groan in reply - both out of frustration and out of pleasure. His fingertips were still circling around the area where you wanted them most, his other hand gripping you and keeping you in place. Luke’s eyes were still following your every shift and turn, studying you as he worked you up to the point where you could barely even stand still.
And then he dipped two digits into your entrance, his knuckles curling as your walls constricted around them. Your lips parted and you sighed out of relief, gripping the edges of the sink even tighter as Luke began to pump his fingers at a slow pace. You could feel his breaths hitting the bare skin on your shoulder as he watched the way you responded to his every maneuver, making sure that you were still watching your own reflection.
And you were, although it was difficult to keep your eyes open and your vision was hazy. Sweat was prickling up on your skin and your chest was rising and falling rapidly, Luke’s free hand coming up to move your hair away from your shoulders, the other one still pleasuring you, moving between your legs. You could feel your knees shaking as he picked up his pace, his digits running alongside your walls, moving more forcefully as he tried to hit your g-spot.
Then Luke’s lips were at your ear again, teeth grazing over your lobe before he whispered, “How does that feel? You like that?”
You nodded, a soft whimper escaping from deep in your throat while his fingers curled deeper inside you. You could barely keep your eyes open, but the idea of watching Luke make you feel that good was turning you on to the point of no return.
“I need to hear you, baby,” Luke urged in undertone. “Need to know I’m making you feel good.”
“Feels so good, Luke.” You answered rushedly. Your voice was practically caught in your throat, your mind nearly unable to formulate a coherent sentence. It was too clouded by how you were squirming, the pleasure between your thighs overtaking you.
Luke seemed to sense that you were already feeling that familiar buildup growing in the pit of your stomach, sending waves of euphoria throughout the entirety of your body. He increased the force of his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at a faster pace, his breaths still hot against your skin. You were a moaning mess, the sounds loud enough to let him know that he was pleasuring you, but soft enough to be unheard in the outside bar.
You leaned forward even more, your arms growing weak from holding yourself up for so long and from how you were so close to your high. Your jaw was slack and Luke was working you up, observing the way your body was responding to his every move. You watched him in the mirror instead of yourself, enjoying the way his lip was between his teeth as he focused on bringing you over the edge.
And just as you could feel yourself beginning to crumble, your walls tightening around Luke’s fingers, he removed his touch from you completely, spinning your body around so that you were facing him, staring him dead in the eye. “Luke, what -”
“Would rather you cum around my cock.” He interrupted you dismissively, although you could see the teasing grin that he wore as his hands skimmed over your stomach, up and over your breasts as he leaned forward to kiss you again.
You were irritated, but you wanted him even more. You could feel his body against yours, his erection pressed against your thigh as he focused on running his tongue along your bottom lip, biting down on it and pulling back until his eyes were boring into yours again. He still looked pleased with himself, but what was overshadowing that was the way he was staring at you like he had never wanted anyone more.
“Don’t think I can wait to have you any longer.” He mumbled to himself, shuffling over to retrieve his wallet from where it lay on top of the pile of his clothes. You admired the way his body looked as he made his way back over to you, his broad, strong shoulders and the way his chest was still flushed. His stomach was firm but not perfectly toned, his lean legs long as they walked him over to where you were still leant against the sink.
You were watching as he pulled a condom from one of the pockets of his leather wallet, ripping open the foil so that he could roll the latex over his length. He seemed even harder than he was before, frustrated, his tip flushed a deep red.
And then Luke was pressing one final kiss to your lips before spinning you around once more, murmuring, “Gonna take you from behind, that okay?”
“I don’t care.” You deadpanned, observing the way he broke out into a grin before bending you over in front of the sink, his fingertips tracing the long line of ridges of your spine.
You held onto the sink again, feeling Luke slide his tip over your slit before pushing in slowly, releasing an exaggerated groan before giving you a moment to adjust to his size. You bit down on your lips as your walls constricted around his girth, feeling how he stretched you to the point where it was dizzying. You couldn’t bring yourself to look in the mirror. Your eyes were shut tight, your senses focused only on the way Luke pushed his hips forward until he was bottomed out, his fingers gripping your hips harsh enough to leave marks.
You whined inadvertently when Luke pulled out and moved forward again, starting to move, an endless string of noises expelling from low in his throat. You could tell he was completely lost in the heat of the moment, focused on the way you felt wrapped around his length as he developed a slow pace to test the waters.
“How does that feel for you, baby?” Luke rasped, moving his touch down to your ass, his palms kneading your cheeks as he looked down at the way he filled you up.
You could only nod in response, finally finding the strength to open your eyes and look at the way he was now watching you in the mirror. His cheeks were flushed and his stare was locked on yours, his hips slamming forward and making your knees practically buckle from the powerful sensation. His tip was repetitively brushing against your g-spot, causing you to whimper whenever the pleasure became nearly overwhelming.
But what you were really tuned into was Luke watching you, seeing how he was making you feel painted all over your face. You were blinking languidly, your body jolting forward each time he thrusted into you, your breasts bouncing from his forceful movements. He was moving faster, grunting relentlessly as he held his grip on your ass, occasionally averting his gaze down to see the way you looked beneath him.
Your grip on the sink was wavering with every thrust he made, the pleasure making you sweat and the knowledge of Luke watching you causing you to stare into his eyes in your reflection as he moved in and out of you. It was incredibly hot to see him lock eyes with you while he worked to bring you over the edge, your nerves already sensitive as he filled you up perfectly. His mouth was agape and his expression was static, unchanging even when he slowed his pace down on slightly.
“Need you closer.” Luke mumbled suddenly, his gaze dropping from yours.
You moaned out loudly once his touch traveled up and around your torso, his palms flat on your stomach as he raised your body up into a standing position. You could feel him deeper inside you like this, a gasp escaping your lips from the new feeling that was more pleasurable. Luke’s front was flush against your back, his skin just as clammy and hot as yours, but it contrasted the cool metal of his necklace that was dragging over your spine.
“Fuck, baby, so deep.” Luke observed, his mouth at your ear again. “Want you to watch yourself again, okay? See what I see.”
You nodded, his arm stretching over your abdomen as his lips brushed against your shoulder once he started to move fluently again. You could feel him thrusting up into you with more force, making your knees shake each and every time, your jaw completely slack from the intensity of it all. You followed Luke’s orders and watched your appearance in the mirror, the way that you looked so wrecked because of him, his hands all over and hickeys scattered over your breasts.
Luke was virtually whimpering in your ear, the pleasure becoming overbearing. You felt the same each time his tip hit your g-spot, making your entire body unravel for only a split second before it happened all over again. Luke knew exactly what was making you feel good just by seeing how you responded in the mirror.
“Gonna make me cum so hard, baby,” Luke muttered, his eyelids fluttering shut.
“I’m s-so close.” You stuttered out, placing your hands over Luke’s as you gripped his wrists in search of something to hold onto.
You couldn’t bring yourself to keep your eyes open anymore as Luke’s pace started to stilt and slow. You knew he was about to be thrown over the edge, but you were on your way before him, your walls tightening around his girth and your body shaking with pleasure. Luke held you up as your knees buckled, your lower half backing up into his thrusts as they grew sloppy while he came into the condom. He cursed continuously, his arms holding you to him as he struggled not to bite down on your shoulder.
And then you were leaning forward over the sink again, your breaths uneven and ragged, body weak. You gave yourself a moment to compose yourself before you lifted your head, looking back at Luke’s reflection to see him already staring at you.
“I’d say this wasn’t the worst way to spend Christmas Eve.”
Hey everyone so I mentioned yesterday I have some exciting news coming soon, and I thought I’d share what it is as I cannot wait for you to read them.
Throughout October leading up to Halloween I am going to be writing four new series, one for each of the guys based on the supernatural. You’ll have to wait to see which one comes first and which guy could be something supernatural.
I cannot wait for you all to read them once they are released so keep your eyes out on my masterlist!
