make it filthy.
pairing. jet black rockstar!luke x rockstar!reader
summary. from wearing one of his shirts as your outfit on stage and the two of you dyeing your hair black together to messy makeouts and not-so-subtle touches when no one was looking, sharing the stage with Luke was harder than you expected.
warnings. +18. mdni. EXPLICIT CONTENT. smut. oral sex (m receiving). fingering. pussy slapping. mouth spitting. denegration. choking. dirty talk. angst. muke allegations. yearning. situationship final boss. lip ring!luke. chirophilia. praise. throat fucking. dom!luke. masturbation. use of explicit words. avoidant attachment style. friends slash bandmates with benefits. obsession. petnames. alcohol and weed use.
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now playing. smut by jutes.
The air hung thick inside the arena, the bass nothing more than a dizzying hum, seeping beneath every pore without permission, untamed, relentless, the vibration settling somewhere deep in your bones. Your fingers were trained in the play of the four metal strings, the chords of โSMUTโ a familiar melody in a final encore. Countless days filled with rehearsals, the kind of practice now second nature, sweaty, frantic bodies driven by the way Echo Fever moved under the red stage lights.
The burn of alcohol coursed through your veins along a path that by now felt familiar, settling easy, sinking deep through your system, merging with the usual buzz of being the bassist in an alternative rock band with the same boys who had seen your best and your worstโplaying arenas, living on the road; you had been made for this.
The dizziness was indulgent, welcome, your eyelids fluttering shut in slower, heavier blinks, your body so surrendered to the moment that every cell obeyed before the thought could even form; hips restless to the music, swaying back and forth in time with the subtle guidance of your fingertips, the allure almost effortless.
โMake it filthy โcause i love when you treat me like a slut.โ The final words dissolved into obscene murmurs as they slipped past Lukeโs lipsโparted, far too close to the microphone; blue irises nearly swallowed by black, drowned in your gaze.
The guitar chords were intoxicating, loud in the way they spoke to you. Lukeโs fingers moved with a kind of mastery your eyes couldnโt help but follow, lingering in stares you swore were subtle, far too hypnotized to register anything beyond the vulgarity of his digits dancing over the metal strings. It resonated through every fiber of your body, and still, the final point always settled between your legs; that same familiar pressure that built whenever you paid too much attention to the sin that was Luke Hemmingsโ existence.
And Luke knew, far more than you wished he did the effect he had on youโhow your throat went dry when you swallowed, how your gaze never quite held his, always drifting to his hands or his mouth, how your breath caught sharp in your chest the second his hand rested, even briefly, on your waist as he passed by, how shivers tore down your spine when he murmured into your ear; fleeting, visceral doses of the obsession you fed him so willingly.
The line blurred somewhere along the way, you couldnโt quite remember when your reality began to orbit the way he kissed you, the way his hands wandered your body with a kind of hunger that made you believe you could be something more; he was convincing on his knees, the same lips that went down on you were the ones that kept you full of lies.
It was almost unconscious when you drifted closer to him on stage, an impulse too strong to swallow; a few curls clung to your forehead, your gaze locked on the only star you followed, fingers insatiable against the bass, a smile you couldnโt contain aimed solely at him. Luke smiled back as if he werenโt responsible for the heat thrumming through your entire body, his frame angled just slightly toward you as he shifted to make space at the mic, a silent invitation.
Face to face, it was like nothing else dared to exist. You lifted onto your toes just enough to reach the microphone, the height difference forcing you closer, your voice melting into his in a harmony you both knew people would be talking about long after the show ended.
โCome fuck me like you hate me, eyes rollinโ in your head, blackoutโฆโ The lyrics slipped easily from your lips, that deep blue rooted so far inside you it took extra focus not to mess everything up.
The spark that ignited whenever you sang to each other burned hot enough to start a fire, eyes locked, unable to look away from the flames you became on stage. The rumors that followed your names only grew stronger in moments like these, whispers spreading when you showed up wearing one of his shirts as your outfit for the night, when you both appeared with black hair at the same time, when your mouths hovered far too close as you shared a microphone; details that never went unnoticed by the fans. You indulged in those assumptions as if somewhere in them you might find your truth; at least in those words, he belonged to you.
โYou guys look fucking hot sharing a mic like that. Speaking my truth right now, i feel likeโ crazy sexual tension coming off you. You should just fuck already. But likeโ donโt fucking ruin the band or anything, thatโd be awkward as fuck and iโd hate having to meet new people to start over.โ Michaelโs voice carried through the backstage halls, honesty and alcohol sitting heavy on his tongue. Of course, he didnโt know, no one did except the two of you.
โYou didnโt seem worried about ruining the band when you had your mouth around myโโ Luke slung an arm around the redheadโs waist, walking alongside him, pulling him closer.
โWe were teenagers! The band wasnโt even a real thing yet! Give me a fucking break, dude!โ Michael shot back, more exasperated than he could hide, hands moving wildly as he gestured toward his head. Ashtonโs laughter bled into yours as the two of you watched the same banter that somehow always followed them.
โMmmm, i donโt know about that, but i meanโฆ iโm down if you are. Bet youโre way better at sucking dick now than you were back then, with all that experience and shitโฆโ Luke turned toward him, that same boyish smirk playing at the corners of his mouth that make your head spin. Maroon spread across Michaelโs cheeks instantly.
โCome on, Hemmings, leave Mikey alone!โ You cut in before even realising, quick steps carrying you into the bandโs dressing room.
โOhhh, Mikeyโฆโ he teased, finally relenting; Michaelโs muttered insult dying on his lips when Luke pressed a quick kiss to his temple, hands already pushing the lead vocalist away.
Like a dog on a leash, Luke obeyed, hands raised in mock surrender before dropping onto one of the leather couches, head falling back, manspreading like the fucking whore he was.
The post-show adrenaline lingered like the smoke currently slipping from between Ashtonโs lips, his fingers busy as he passed the joint to Luke. This was the part where you all caught your breath, gossiped about whatever youโd noticed in the crowd, get high as fuck, and just soaked in the comfort of each other before heading out to some local bar, getting wasted and dancing until you blacked out, already itching to do it all over again the next day; the routine Echo Fever followed religiously on tour.
The euphoric chatter of your friends blurred into white noise in your ears. You remained standing, the high from the performance still alive under your skin, the dampness of your underwear now far too noticeable for you to sit without rubbing pathetically against the cushions; especially with that asshole making no effort to hide the way his gaze dragged down your body, over the black lace, the garter tights hugging your thighs; you couldโve sworn you saw him spread his legs just a little wider in response.
โYou gonna stand there like a haunted ghost or are you gonna sit and smoke with us?โ Michael asked, sass dripping from his tone.
Suddenly, you were hyper-aware of every pair of eyes on you. โHonestly, iโm feeling kinda sickโ i think the alcohol hit harder than i realised and all that moving around on stage doesnโt help, you know how i get,โ you said, the excuse not entirely a lie. โIโm gonna head to my dressing room. Need to focus before i actually throw up and you guys canโt shut the fuck up for more than one minute, sooo. Donโt forget me here. Iโm out. Peace, bitches.โ
Your words hung in the air as you turned, steps quicker than necessary as you made your way to your dressing roomโyou knew exactly what you were doing when you insisted on having one to yourself.
The padding swallowed your body in a comfortable embrace, youโd barely sat down before your legs parted on their own, the small pair of shorts you wore under Lukeโs shirt already discarded, forgotten somewhere on the floor. Your head fell back against the leather, the ceiling spinning as your hand slid over your own throbbing need, a low hiss slipping past your lips at the faintest contact through the fabric. The material only amplified the torture you were putting yourself through.
Oh, look at me, i look like fucking Lucifer, i look good wearing eyeliner, i have a sultry slutty voice, iโm tall, iโm really fucking good at playing guitar and, not shockingly, iโve got a really huge dick.
Oh, fuck you, Luke Hemmings.
So what if his name was the one falling from your lips in heavy breaths as your touch circled your clit? So what if you imagined his fingers on you moving with the same precision, the same intensity he used on his guitar? He could go fuck himself.
โMโโฆMmpf, LโโฆLukeโฆโ His name shaped itself on your lips like a prayer, two fingers sinking deeper into your heat, the image of him, whoring himself out on stage like the rockstar he was born to be, burning into your eyelids every time you blinked.
Second night of the tour and you were already here, shaking under your own stroke, calling your bandmateโs name like it might save you from the obscenities your mind kept projecting onto him.
Your body twisted, hips lifting off the couch just as that fucking knock echoed through the dressing room. Always the same pattern, youโd recognize it from vibrations alone if you had to.
No fucking way.
Your body went still for a second, fingers slipping out, legs unsteady as you pushed yourself up. Your movements bordered on impulsive as you made your way to the door, wiping your fingers against the fabric of the same shirtโhis shirtโthat you kept tugging down over your thighs.
โWhat?โ you snapped, tone impatient, irritation bleeding into your voice as you yanked the door open.
โYou wanna know whatโs not adding up?โ Luke didnโt wait for an invitation before stepping in like he owned the place, forcing you to take a few steps back as he invaded your space like a storm without warning, the door clicking shut behind him. โEvery time you feel sick from drinking, you smoke, because following that weird logic of yours, it helps you with the nausea, soโฆ why didnโt youโโ
Fingers curling around the black tie beneath his leather jacket, you tugged him toward you before he could keep running his mouth, shutting him up the only way that ever seemed to work.
Lukeโs hands wasted no time finding your waist, one sliding up into your hair, fingers digging into the strands at the nape of your neck as his lips fell into the same rushed rhythm yours set.
It felt like you were one kiss away from snapping something with how eagerly you devoured him, your hands crawling along the curve of his waist while his came up to cradle your face, the backs of his thighs hitting the edge of the vanity, you all over him.
โTell me, when you wear my shirt on stageโฆ is that you trying to make me yours? Your way of staking a claim or do you just like giving them more to talk about?โ he murmured, voice rough, lips greedy as they traced along your jaw, open-mouthed bites marking their way down your neck.
โI bet you love reading those commentsโฆabout how i canโt take my eyes off you on stage, how obsessed i must be. Is that what you get off on, baby?โ his grip tightened in your hair, holding you steady as his teeth dragged against your skin.
A dark little laugh ripped through your lips, your head tilting slightly to the side, an offeringโoh, if only he knew.
โGotta show who holds the leash,โ you drawled, fingers curling sharply at his waist. โBut itโs not for them, no, not for them,โ that same smirk pulled at your lips as your hand slid up into his curls, tugging without restraint until his eyes met yours. โItโs for your fucking groupies. They need to know their place.โ Your hand closed around his throat, firm, just enough to make a point.
On his face, you find the same depravity that stares back at you in the mirror. His pupils dilate the second he gets a taste of what heโs always craved, that same hunger to be wanted, feeding off you like some fucking vampire.
โBabyโs first time getting jealous, aw.โ He cooed, blue eyes gleaming with the kind of perversion written all over his expression at the feel of your hand wrapped around his throat. Of course the fucker would enjoy it.
A cynical scoff is the only sound that leaves you, that same arrogant smirk mirrored right back at him. โJealous? How could i be jealous when i know they donโt get wet for you like i do?โ The honesty is raw, too real, but you couldnโt give a fuck right now; your grip tight as you hold him in place, your body pressing closer until youโre chest to chest, your chin tilting up just enough for your eyes to lock onto his.
Lukeโs breath catches in his throat, blue blown wide and fixed on you, lips stubbornly refusing to give you anything but that same fucking grin that makes you want to paint him red with your mouth, chew him bones and all. You werenโt naive to think this sudden control surprised him, he pulled the strings; you were just another piece in his dollhouse.
The air in your lungs felt thinner by the second, the yearning spreading through every pore of your sweat-slick skinโand it didnโt go unnoticed by him. โThatโs what you were up to? Is that why you ran off to lock yourself in here? Got baby all worked up?โ Your eyes remained on the way his lips moved, lingering on the lip ring he liked to toy with between his teeth.
Your faces were close enough for his tequila laced breath ghost over your skin. You swallowed hard, unable to stop the way your rapid blinking gave away the composure you were trying so hard to hold onto. Luke didnโt need much effort to pull your hand away from his neck, the control shifting in the bat of an eye.
His palm was broad enough to cover your entire throat, grip tight, but never enough to take the pleasure out of it. His height loomed over you as your steps faltered backwards. โYour pussy gets wet just from me singing while looking at you? Fuck, babyโฆyouโre needier than i thought.โ Your lower back collided with the cushioning of the same couch youโd been touching yourself on just minutes ago, thinking about him, calling his name.
The words got lodged in your throat, too caught off guard to manage any kind of eye contact with him. Thatโs when Luke seemed to notice your shorts, abandoned on top of the carpet, the cocky smirk on his lips only growing now that he had the confirmation he needed without you having to say a word.
You expected it to feed his ego even more, expected his teasing filling the room again, expected that same arrogance sitting in his gazeโbut instead, his hand grew heavier around your throat, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that felt almost devoted. No performance, no games; just tongue, teeth, saliva, and the sharp, addictive drag of his lip ring.
Your hands were eager at his waist before slipping down to his ass, palms filling with his flesh as you pulled him closer. Lukeโs touch climbed back up to your face, holding you with a gentleness that made you question what your skin was made of, his lips avid as they sealed against the corner of your mouth, your chin, your jaw. You squeezed his ass again, ripping a gasp out of him. โLet me take care of youโฆ i can fuck you way better than your fingers ever could, i promise.โ He rasped, breath hot as his mouth brushed against yours, body pressed so close to yours that you could feel just how uncomfortable he was in his pants.
Your fingers wrapped around his wrists where they held your face, your eyes locking onto his, pulling him in. Steady breath was no longer a thing between you two. โI want yoursโฆ i want you to fuck me with your fingers, pleaseโฆ like you play your guitar.โ Your voice came out smaller than you expected, a slight furrow in your brows as your gaze flickered between his lips and his eyes.
Luke leaned back just enough to let his eyes trace every feature of your face. โYeah? Is that what my girl wants?โ His voice was sinful, low and velvety, settling deep between your thighs, his thumb brushing gently along your cheek.
My girl.
The words sank into you, further than they should have, even knowing it was just a moment, even knowing it was lust sitting heavy on his tongue. Eyes slipping shut in a blink, a small nod coming with it, you believed you were his girl.
Luke was quick, steeped in impatience, his mouth devouring yours as if he hadnโt fed in days, tongue dragging against yours, palms roaming down your body to your thighs, the snap of your garter against your skin bleeding into the sounds of your kisses and gasps as his fingers caught in the lace his eyes had been so eager to study before.
His hands were large as they closed around the flesh of your thighs, lifting you up as if you weighed nothing to him. In one frantic, careless motion, your back collided with his chest just as his met the cushioned surface, positioning you in his lap, his bulge perceivable where it pressed against your ass.
Your torso arched forward in thick breaths, anticipation spreading through your nerves just as heat pooled low in your stomach. His digits moved between the gap of your thighs, red blooming along the inside of your skin from the pressure of his grip before his touch reached the dampness of your panties. The sharp tremor of your body over his at the slightest contact was more than enough for something to cut through his teeth in a wolfish grin, chest rising and falling just as heavily as yours.
His lips hovered near your ear, his voice no more than a rough whisper. โThis wet for me and keeping it all to yourself, baby? Youโre so fucking greedy.โ Your eyes fell shut at once, lips parting as if already pleading for whatever Luke was willing to give.
The length of his fingers was long, pressing with precision as they slid over your, still covered, soaked cunt, the tip of one of his digits teasing just enough as it mimicked a slow thrust at your entrance, the drenched fabric dipping with it. One of your hands dropped to his thigh, seeking something to hold onto in the thickness of it.
โYou canโt even make it through a show without fantasizing about my fingers touching you like this, can you? Youโre so pathetic, so fucking needy for me.โ The same hand hooked into the waistband of your panties, the fabric tugged just enough to press against your clit.
Your hips pushed up greedily, chasing more of that friction, restless in their need, your head tipping back slightly to rest against one of his broad shoulders as broken, soft murmurs slipped past your lips.
Lukeโs tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth in quiet disapproval. โNuh-uh. You stay still. You take what i give you.โ You could come just from hearing that voice in your ear, you were sure of it. โS-โฆsorry, i justโโ The words died in your throat, weak, dragged out.
โYou just what, baby? Want me to finger you breathless? Want me to play with your pussy the same way i play my guitar?โ His hand slipped beneath the fabric, set on skin-to-skin contact. The tip of his digit was light, agonizing in its slow, unsteady glide over your clit before sliding through your slick folds, the pressure dizzying as it edged your entrance.
Your teeth were sunk into your bottom lip in a naive attempt to hold back the urge to grind against his touch, pleas threatening to rip from your throat with the same urgency that needy sounds broke past your lipsโnothing coherent, but it was all you could manage to give him.
โUse your words,โ he rasped, giving your pussy a light slap. โFโ...fuckโโ It ripped out of you without warning, your hips bucking up insatiably. Luke almost choked on his breath. โYou like that? You like your pussy getting slapped? God, youโre something else.โ A whimper spilled from you, your pelvis twitching upward again. He slapped your core once more, drawing another whimper from you. โSuch a filthy little thing. Say what a filthy girl you are, baby.โ His teeth caught on your earlobe, tugging just enough to send a shiver down your spine.
โYโ...yes, fโโฆfuck, iโm so filthyโ only...only for y-..you, Luke, only ever...f-..for..youโ i canโtโ...i canโt even be too close to you on stage or iโโ Your babbling was cut off by a sharp moan when, without warning, Luke pushed two fingers inside you.
โKeep talking,โ he urged, lips parted in shaky gasps against your ear, his gaze fixed on the way your pussy swallowed his fingers, sinking deep into your gummy walls as they tightened around them.
โSโ...shit, or iโฆi get so...fโโฆfucking wet aโand itโs...itโs so...so embarrassing...โ The words were forced out, your voice breaking as the stretch overwhelmed your nerves. The pad of his thumb didnโt hesitate to press against your clit and fuck, Luke knew exactly how to keep a rhythmโnot as fast as you wanted, as you needed, but enough to keep your bottom lip nestled right in between the rows of your teeth so your moans wouldnโt carry past the dressing room.
Your head sank further against his shoulder, Lukeโs free hand finding its way beneath your shirt, eager as it slipped into your bra to grope one of your breasts. โIs this how you imagined it? Fโโฆfuck, look at it.โ
You obeyed, the hand resting on his thigh digging deeper into his flesh as your gaze met the obscenity of his fingers, knuckle-deep, pumping with the same mastery you watched on stage into the slick heat of your cunt. Your mind could have never conjured something like this, and even as the weight of your eyelids begged you to give in, your eyes stayed locked on the way Luke fucked you.
The cadence of his movements grew more urgent, wet sloshes and the sound of your needy moans now muffled against the back of your hand filling the room, the scent of your cunt thick in the air. โLook how fucking hungry your pussy is, keeping my fingers inside, clenching around them like it canโt get enough of being fucked like this.โ
The hand beneath your shirt moved between your breasts, your flesh disappearing into the span of his palm, the cold metal of his rings pressing against your skin in a shiver-inducing kiss. With every thrust, every squeeze, every filthy word breathed into your ear, your body answered with more frenzy, the high continuing to carve its way through your nerves, the end so clear low in your stomach. You were so close, you could almost taste it.
โI bet this tight little pussy can take one more, canโt it, baby? Youโre doing so good for me, getting fucked like this in my lap, your fucking bandmateโโ His voice pushed at your limits, the friction at your clit stopping the moment Luke slid a third finger into you, a sharp cry tearing from your chest, your body still edgy over his lapโhips jerking upward, pelvis desperate to follow his thrusts, torso arching forward.
โLoud much, arenโt we? Keep this up and the boys are gonna hear you, is that what you want? You want the whole band knowing their bassist likes getting fucked like a filthy little slut?โ
By now, Lukeโs voice was nothing more than noise you tried to follow under the buzz ringing in your ears, his words only feeding the pressure coiling under your skin. One of your hands covered your mouth, your vision hazy with tears pooling at your lash line.
His movements grew sloppier with every second, a mess of how your slick slipped down your body, dragging between your cheeks, staining the couch with your juice. โIโm gonnaโplease, Luke, iโm gonna cumโโ Your voice came muffled against your palm, your head sinking into his shoulder just as your thighs, your whole body, began to tremble.
โThatโs it. Soak my fingers like the good girl i know you are.โ
And you did.
Calling his name against your hand, your thirsty walls pulsing around his fingers, your thighs shaking, tears slipping down your cheeks as your eyes squeezed shut so tightly stars burst behind your eyelids, every fiber of your body twisting in a pleasure only he could pull from youโit didnโt matter how many groupies you took to bed, didnโt matter how many times you told yourself you didnโt care about him or what he did to you; no one made you come like Luke.
You knew it. He knew it.
Nothing was as obscene as the sheen on his fingers as they slipped out of your cunt, your walls clenching the empty at the loss of him, the ruined fabric of your underwear settling back into place. โYou okay, baby? Can you open your mouth for me?โ Lukeโs voice was softer now, sweetness lining its edges.
Your mouth parted without question, too deep in exhaustion and bliss to even consider holding onto any pride. โAh, thatโs it. Thatโs my girl. Taste yourself, baby. Taste how good i made you feel.โ Your lips closed around his fingersโlong, deep; filthy, marked. Your taste spread across your tongue without restraint, a moan slipping out of you around them.
โFโ...fuck, come here.โ Luke manhandled you until you were now facing him, straddling his lap, your legs settling on either side of his hips.
Sensitive and overstimulated, but not hesitant as you dragged your covered cunt over his bulge, the silky from your underwear responsible for the stain forming against the fabric. Lukeโs gaze dropped to where you moved, sucking in a breath through gritted teeth, the curve of his lips curling into a satisfied smirkโyou could see his dimples so clearly now.
One of his hands slid through your curls, carefully brushing away the strands stuck to your sweat-kissed forehead. โStill with me?โ he rasped, voice laced in something intimate.
โMm-mhm.โ The sound was soft, doe eyes locked on the embodiment of Lucifer in front of you, the air still scarce in your lungs, but easier to draw in now.
โGood.โ His thumb dragged gently over your lower lip before he captured it with his own, slower this time, savoring the taste of you.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, your chests moving in sync, your hand turning slippery as it moved down to where he throbbed, your hips lifting slightly against him. He groaned against your mouth, his knuckles tightening in your hair, you let out a quiet giggle.
โI want you in my mouth. Please, Lu, can i?โโ The murmurs came out charmingly against his lips, your hand stroking him in a slow, steady glide.
โYou wanna put that pretty mouth to use, baby? You sure?โ The words slipped between heavy breaths, dazzling blue fixed on you, searching for any trace of hesitation.
Your certainty showed when your knees hit the floor in one fluid motion, glassy eyes lifted to him as his legs spread wider, his hips jerking up instinctively. Your hands were hurriedโboth of you knew it was only a matter of time before Ashton or Michael knocked on the door, the arena growing emptier by the second, fewer instruments left to pack awayโadrenaline ran through your veins just as easily as your palm wrapped around Lukeโs cock; thick and heavy, his pretty flushed tip leaking pre-cum over your fingers.
โFuck, Lu.โ It slipped out before you even realized it, your thumb working to spread the sticky wetness over the swollen head. Luke shuddered at your touch, hypersensitive, his gaze dropping to where you knelt between his legs, tension running through him as his body leaned toward you.
โSee how hard you make me, baby? Yeah, this is all for you. Youโre gonna take the whole thing, arenโt you, sweetheart? Gonna make me cum so fucking good youโll feel me on your tongue for days.โ One of his hands slid into your curls, gripping just enough to keep you grounded, controlled.
Your head moved in a quiet nod, blinking up at him through your lashes, too far gone to put together a sentence, completely brainless when it came to that cock. You started with your tongue, licking a slow stripe from base to tip, a string of spit connecting your lips to his head, letting him feel the drag of your heat, the suction, the quiet greed lurking beneath it as you savoured the faint salt from his skin. The sound that tore from Luke was rough, drawn out, his eyes falling shut for a long blink, teeth catching on his lip ring.
You were intent, eager to take him into your mouth when he stopped you with a sharp pull to your hair, the thumb of his free hand brushing carefully over your bottom lip.
โOpen.โ The command was clear, direct, his sins stripped bare in the way his blue dripped over you.
Once again, you obeyed without hesitation. The same hunger that had once hone its teeth into your bones curled back into something pleased as Luke spat into your mouth, blunt, profane, his saliva pooling on your tongue.
โSwallow.โ
He didnโt have to say it twice. You made a point to swallow before the command even fully settled, eyes locked onto his the entire time.
The smile that spread across Lukeโs face was satisfied, proud. His back sank against the couch again, his hand still firm in your hair, his hips lifting in a silent instruction you already knew by heart how to follow.
The moment your lips stretched around his headโwilling muscles working to take him inch by inch, pushing until your throat threatened to close around him, your palm covering what wouldnโt fitโLuke gasped like heโd just stepped off stage; his eyelids heavy, already fucked-out, lips parting like he was on the verge of confession.
Your pace wasnโt slowโno, not now. Your head moved in a steady up-and-down, guided by his grip, now tighter in your curls, teary eyes fixed on the only man you could ever worship. It was messy, obscene, saliva gathering at the corners of your mouth, enough to spill down your chin, dripping onto his balls as tears glossed over your flushed cheeks. You could barely breathe, almost gagging around him every time Lukeโs hips thrusted upward, chasing a control heโd already lost.
โFโ...fuckโ look at you, baby, taking me so deepโ so fucking good for me. Not much different from my groupies now, h-..huh?โ His words broke apart between drawn-out whines spilling from his lips as he fucked into your throat, your eyes now rolling back. โbut, sโ...shit, i swear, that fucking throatโs gonna r-..ruin me for anyone elseโ itโs like it was made for my cock.โ A wolfish grin tore across his teeth, his Adamโs apple exposed, bobbing as he let his head fall back against the couch.
Your grip was firm on Lukeโs thick thighs, your nails digging into his skin, the sting only feeding to his pleasure. You pulled back for a second, lips swollen and slick with saliva and pre-cum like it was your new gloss, your hand pumping fast, the wet sound filling the dressing room, blending with Lukeโs sweet, broken sounds. Fuck, your pussy was already dripping again, just from having him like this, just for you, your name was all he could manage in cracked gasps.
When your mouth took him again, Luke tried to behave for a few minutes that felt like torture to him, but it was pointlessโhe liked the profaneness of it, the sounds you made when he fucked into you with just enough precision to make you choke, his tip dragging deep along your throat, the muffled moan that came from deep within you when he used you like this, the wrecked, devoted look in your eyes that he knew you only gave to him.
โFuckโ fโ...fuckโ youโre so fucking pretty like this, baby, oh fuckโ so gโ...goodโ that mouth โs so fucking good fโ...for meโ iโโฆi canโtโโ The praise spilled out involuntarily, nothing but broken babbles, his eyes locked on your kneeling figure like you were something sacred as he came hard down your throat, fucking into your mouth in small, desperate thrusts before pulling your head back with a loud pop, his cock twitching against your lips as the last drops smeared across your tongue.
Your blinks were quick, fluttering as you swallowed everything down, proudly. Your eyes were red, eyeliner smudged and blurred, lashes dark and damp from tears now drying on your cheeks, your chin still messy with saliva and cum before Lukeโpanting, half-lidded eyesโran his thumb over it, wiping you clean with tender care before slipping his finger into his own mouth, cleaning it off.
Your throat burned, your knees felt numb, your jaw would ache for days, but God, it felt worth it when you noticed the way his eyes fell on you, like he was trying to carve that image of you into the walls of his mind forever. The earlier hunger in his gaze softened, something quieter replacing it, that boyish smirk curling back onto his lips.
โYou okay? Did i take it too far?โ There was no trace of that cockiness in his voice now, his hands careful as he helped you back up before your legs could give out and you ended up dropping beside him on the couch.
Your hand dragged across your chin, your cheeks, unsteady fingers brushing the corners of your eyes. โIโmโโ You had to cough once before your voice came back. โIโm fine.โ The small laugh that followed was awkward, almost shy.
Reality crept back in quietly, settling into the air, your awareness suddenly too sharp as it sank back into your bones. This was the part where you both pretended it hadnโt been anything, like this was a normal way to spend time between two friends. God, you needed more alcohol, sobriety wasnโt welcome right now.
Luke had already fixed his pants, even picked up your shorts from the floor and placed them beside you on the couch. His gaze fell on you like it was trained to, the sudden shift in the mood not going unnoticed by him. Your name left his lips in a slow, sweet drawl, his hand settling at the nape of your neck, guiding your face closer to his in a way that made you want to crawl under his skin.
โYou did so, so good for me.โ His finger slipped one of your curls behind your ear. โI know we say a lot of nonsense during sex, but fuck, no one does it like you. I swear.โ His forehead rested on yours, your eyes following Lukeโs as they closed for just a second, just a breath.
You didnโt know how to put it into words, how you wanted your body to be his, how you could feel his heartbeat in your head, how you wanted to mold your skin into his, how you wanted him to kiss every scar away, how you wanted him to be yours, yours, only yours, how you wanted to tear his chest open with your own hands and settle inside his heart.
Instead, you said the first thing that came to mind, attitude and cynicism curling on your tongue:
โGod, youโre so obsessed with me.โ
