this was an angst request and i was already writing this soo... @iovehemmings requested :
17 with fwb!luke who comes over unexpectedly
“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”
Luke’s face scrunches up as he gets out of the Uber. He’d changed his mind 100 times on the way over, but apparently not the address for the Uber.
He shouldn’t be here. He knows at least that much.
But you’re warm, and you’ll invite him in, despite the fact that it’ll destroy you both.
The path to the break up was an easy one, he was never home and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You told him as much and that might as well have been the decision right there.
But he couldn’t stay away now that he was home.
He rings a random number on the buzzer, he knows anyone would just buzz him in, but you would call down and question it.
He takes the stairs two at a time.
He hesitates when he lifts his hand to knock. He knows what this will mean, what it will do; how it will twist the knife embedded deep in both of your hearts. He knocks and his heart thumps in his chest, what if a guy is over? What if you aren’t home?
But he hears the locks and partially relaxes, and then he sees the sliver of your face as you look at him from the chained door. “Luke?” He hears the hurt immediately. You shut the door and unchain it, opening it back up wider to him.
“Hey peach.” He gives you a half smile. He takes you in, one of his old t shirts and nothing else as far as he can tell.
“Hey bear.” You greet.
“I can’t sleep peach, can I stay here?”
You sigh and open the door, “sure bear… you’re always welcome.” You nod, the sad smile graces your face and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
He steps through the doorway and waits as you close this door and then immediately pulls you in. “Missed you.” He murmurs, reaching to lock the door while holding you.
“Missed you, bear.” You mumble.
Luke looks down at you and presses his mouth to yours, “can we go to bed, peach?”
“Thought you came cause you’re tired?” You ask.
“Came cause I’m tired and I miss you.” He hums, “all of you.”
Luke easily pulls you to bed, because you’d honestly go anywhere with him. And he’s peeling his clothes off, and strips you of the t shirt, once you’re on the bed.
“Gorgeous, peach… always are.” He whispers, briefly pushing his lips to yours and then moving his lips south, around a nipple, which you can’t resist… he knows that.
“This what you came for, bear?” You check.
“F’course not… just an added bonus for us both.” He gives you his sweet smile and then continues, kissing down your stomach and over your thighs, “I missed you.” He murmurs, looking up at you.
You brush your fingers through his curls, this ‘I miss you’ is vastly different from the one at the front door, and you can’t bring yourself to say it yet. Luke will keep coming back and you know you need to cut him off eventually.
He kisses back up your stomach, fitting himself against you, between your legs, guiding himself in. He presses tight against you. Luke takes his time because it’s been too long, and he missed you so much.
He presses his lips to yours, “where are you?” He whispers.
“I’m right here.”
“Physically, yeah… doesn’t seem like it mentally.”
“I’d beg to differ since you were able to get right in there.” You murmur, slight chuckle.
He cracks a smile, “good point… you feel so good, peach.” His lips press to yours and you wrap your legs around him so he’ll hit deeper. If he’s here and it’s gonna hurt anyway, might as well get the most out of it.
Besides, you like feeling like Luke’s, that’s why he’s always allowed over, even if it is temporary.
He presses his face against your neck and moans about how good you feel, how nice it is to be back with you. “Can you cum with me?” He asks.
“Mmm.” You moan, “you’re so deep… wanna cum.” You did your nails into his back, his friends will know he was here. “Please bear.” You whine.
“Yeah peach. I’m there.” He agrees. He gives you a couple more thrusts and he’s coming undone with you. He pulls away to watch you, “so fuckin pretty when you cum.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. He pulls out, but lays back on you, you wrap one arm around him and tangle your fingers in his hair.
You’re lost in thought, thinking about how long it’s gonna last when you speak up without even realizing it, “we’ve gotta talk.”
“What about?” He looks up at you.
“What are we doing? This isn’t healthy. It hurts us both… I can see it when you stand at my door and call me ‘peach’, asking me for this… like you know I shouldn’t give it to you, but you know I will.”
“This is the best I can do. You didn’t like that I was gone all the time…”
“No… I accept that. I didn’t like that I was never at the top of your list when you were here.” You sigh, “you always come back, Luke, I know that. But… a lot of the time, it felt like this does… you just show up in the middle of the night, I put out, and then you leave again. I don’t have the capacity to just be that for you. I need more… if… if this is it, if this is all we are, then I can’t do it anymore.”
Luke pushes up and away, laying next to you, he cups your face. “I don’t know what to say, peach.” He murmurs.
