You were sitting in front of Luke in one of the love seats in the room that you two usually met in, and stared at each other. Despite having lost count of how many times you two have met already, you were still feeling as nervous as at your first meeting. Luke’s words were still hanging in the air around you and making you shake from nervousness.
“I suggested that idea because I felt like you would like it,” spoke Luke slowly, “Not because I want to make you uncomfortable and not enjoy this.”
“I know,” you assure, “It’s just that I don’t know why you got this idea.”
“I watch my clients while we do sexual stuff together and remember what they like and dislike. You seemed to like getting pushed over the edge. It’s normal sex only with multiple orgasms.”
You remember exactly that you loved those meetings the most where you had two orgasms, never having gone for a third round. Multiple orgasms didn’t sound bad at all, that wasn’t the problem. It was just the fact that Luke had noticed your overstimulation kink that you weren’t aware of. It left you feeling vulnerable and at Luke’s mercy.
“We don’t have to do anything today if you feel uncomfortable now,” Luke’s voice cut through the silence. “You can come back another day and say you’d like to try this or we can also forget this even happened and do whatever you want.”
You knew that, you knew all of that. That was also why you trusted Luke and why one of your friends had suggested you go to him to get over this inexperience that keeps you from becoming serious with anyone you loved. But it was still good to hear Luke say that.
“No, I want to try it,” you mumbled and balled your hands into fists, not meeting Luke’s gaze.
From the corner of your eyes you saw Luke get onto his feet and squat in front of you. He took your hands into his, pressed a kiss to your knuckles, and you knew that it was now your turn to act. This was just his way to start and leave the rest to you because he knew you never quiet figured out how to start this.
You leaned forward, your hand finding a place in Luke’s neck, and pressed your lips to Luke’s. Luke slowly started moving his lips against yours, adding more pressure with each parting of his lips. He put his fingers around the inside of your knees and pulled you onto his lap, advising you to wrap your legs around his waist. You obliged, letting Luke pick you up and carry you to the bed in the room. His hand found your side and he rubbed it soothingly, breaking the kiss in favour of looking into your eyes.
“Can I take that off?” he asked, his fingers gripping your shirt lightly where he was still rubbing your side.
You nodded and raised your arms for Luke, feeling consoled by the fact that Luke already was shirtless.
“Nice bra,” Luke complimented and your stomach fluttered at how his gaze wandered around your breasts and then found your eyes again.
He gave you no time to answer, going in for your throat. You released a shaky breath, your one arm wrapping around his shoulder as you supported yourself with your other one. Your legs spread for Luke so he had better access to your neck and he instantly took in the space between them. Luke lead his lips where your throat met your shoulder and darted his tongue out, licking the skin. Your body flared with anticipation, pleasure slowly filling your body and putting you at ease.
Luke nipped and nibbled on the soft skin while his hands unclasped your bra without stopping the work of his mouth. You helped him get rid of it, discarding it to the floor just like your shirt, and gasped when Luke started sucking. Your eyes fluttered shut and you hummed pleasently when Luke started paying more attention to the rest of your throat too. You lay down, liking how Luke always hovered above you, and pulled him down to feel him against you.
Luke gradually kissed down your chest, disappointment filling you when he passed your breasts without even paying them a little attention, and he unbuttoned your jeans. You raised your hips hesitantly for him so he could pull down your jeans with your panties and tried to relax again.
“Can I kiss you here?” asked Luke and pressed his finger to your inner thigh.
You inhaled deeply, not having expected that, but nodded nonethelss. Luke carefully pressed his mouth to your thigh, your nerves slowly relaxing. Your eyes widened when Luke’s dry, close mouthed kisses turned to wet, open mouthed ones and gripped the sheets tightly. The sound of your heavy breath filled the room and you strictly looked at the ceiling.
Luke wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep them in place and attached his mouth to your other thigh. Soft pants were leaving your lips and you tried to keep up your composure, your heaving chest betraying you. Luke, noticing the effect his kissing had on you, started sucking at the sensitive skin. He stopped shortly after and it surprised you how annoyed you were by that. You looked down on him, watched him how he freed your thighs from his arms and used them to press your thighs to the matress. Then he looked at you for second and assaulted the skin where your thigh met your pubis. You moaned, your legs shaking, and clasped your mouth with your hands.
Luke didn’t comment on your elation, only started sucking harder. You sobbed, closing your eyes, and tried to free your legs from Luke’s arms, the overwhelming sensation getting too much. Luke stopped but didn’t move from where he was, and gave you time to catch your breath.
You were dripping, you noticed. It was quiet a mess and that most probably without Luke even having thought about touching you there. When you looked at Luke you saw that he was a panting mess, his hair was tousled, his cheeks red and his lips even redder. Without a warning, Luke lowered his head and licked your core. Your eyes widened and sank your nails into the pillow next to your head.
Luke has eaten you out once before, but this was not like it at all. You were a lot more desperate now, overwhelmed with feelings. While his tongue barely made any difference when he pushed it inside you, you mewled when licked up your clitoris. And then it was as if Luke made it to his purpose to torment you. He persistently toyed with your clit, using the tip of his tongue tease you. You moaned voluptuously while your legs trembled heavily under Luke’s arms.
Another cry left your lips when Luke decided that licking at your clit wasn’t torture enough and started sucking. You gasped for breath and after your third cry took the pillow and pressed it to your face to muffle the sounds. You sobbed into the pillow, your nails sinking into it hard, and thought you were going delirious.
You came undone with a sob, pressing the pillow harder into your face, and Luke only slowed down his insistent sucking and licking when he felt your body quivering until he stopped completely. He removed the pillow from your face and stroked your cheek, urging you to open your eyes. You obeyed, and despite being out of breath and needing every ounce of it, you reciprocated Luke’s kiss.
Luke sluggishly kissed to your ear and whispered, “I am going to start again.”
You didn’t understand, having a difficult time to put together Luke’s words with what he meant, until he pushed two fingers inside you. Your eyes widened and you gripped Luke’s bicep tightly, not knowing what you meant with that. Luke waited for a moment and when you didn’t stop him, he started brushing the tip of his fingers against your g-spot and attached his tongue to your clit again.
You whimpered, pretty pathetically, and buried your hands in Luke’s hair, tugging at it harshly. Luke moaned and you mewled when the vibrations sent shocks of electricity through your body. You gasped when Luke’s tongue’s movements grew more persistent again and this time didn’t need long at all for ecstasy to fill your body again.
The first thing you noticed when you came back to your senses was Luke’s trembling body and his heavy pants against the skin of your stomach. You had no energy to think about what was happening right now and let Luke clear it up on his own. When he rose and hovered above you, his body was glistening with sweat and his breathing was ragged.
He straddled your waist without putting any pressure on you and you saw that his jeans were unbuttoned and the zipper pulled down. Luke took your right hand lead it to his crotch, putting your hand in his boxers that were wet from his cum.
“Look what you did,” Luke muttered, his voice raw, “I didn’t even have to touch myself. Looking at you was that sinful.”
You whined, closing your fingers around Luke’s cock as he idly started fucking your hand. Your body was so oversensitive that even dirty talk was having a huge effect on you.
“I’m going to fuck you so good. Won’t even need long to bring you over the edge.”
“I don’t-” you panted and had to stop from breathlessness. “I don’t think I can handle another round.”
Luke smiled, cupped your face and pecked your lips. “It doesn’t matter what you think. You want it, don’t you? You want to go another round.”
You groaned when you noticed the effect of Luke’s words on you, your body flaring up with anticipation again.
“Please,” you begged and removed your hand from around Luke’s cock, trying to strip him off his jeans and boxers.
Luke stopped your hands and stood up to remove his clothing. He looked for a condom and took his previous place between your legs again. His hand closed around his half hard cock and stroked himself in fast motions as you watched and writhed impatiently. The condom was rolled on him fast and Luke entered you with one swift movement and a gasp, and without any hesitance started building up a pace.
You wrapped your arms around Luke’s shoulders and arched your back, your g-spot, that usually wasn’t enough to get you close to your orgasm, was sensitive from Luke’s fingerwork from earlier and from overstimulation. Your body shuddered underneath Luke and tears formed in your eyes. Luke inhaled sharply when you clenched around him and pressed him closer to yourself.
Your body was too sensitive, reacting to every single touch of Luke and bringing you closer to the edge. You needed Luke to finish this, being torn apart between stopping him and urging him to go on. A whimper left your lips and you clutches Luke’s hips, your nails digging into his skin.
The tears spilled and you went completely still under Luke when your third orgasm hit you unexpectedly. Only three thrusts later Luke groaned and hid his face in your neck when he cummed. You gasped when Luke pulled out of you, more tears spilling, and Luke pulled you into his arms. He let you lay on top of him and kissed the top of your head, rubbing soothing circles into your lower back.
“You did so well, Y/N. So well. I’m proud of you,” he breathed into your hair.
You hid your face in the crook of his neck, needing some time for your tears to stop, and were left back exhausted and content.
stripper!calum who’s not ashamed of what he does for a living, so even though he doesn’t start conversations by saying ‘i take my clothes off for money’ if someone asks him about his job he doesn’t hesitate to tell them the truth. and even though most people would look down their nose at him when he told them he loved the fact that he probably got paid more than most of them - and that was without tips.
his friends liked to make jokes about it all the time and his parents were shocked at first before they told him they’d be proud of him no matter what he chose to do, so all the people that were important to him got it but it did cause some issues with most of the girls he’d dated. they all got worried that because of his profession he was going to cheat on them or they were too jealous to try for anything long term, but you were different.
you were interested rather than judgemental and it was so refreshing that calum could hardly believe his luck when it seemed like you might actually stick around for a while. and when you didn’t even hesitate when he asked you to be his girlfriend he pretty much knew that you were going to be the one that he asked to marry him someday.
he’d always ask you for advice when working on new routines and occasionally he’d get you to tag along and sit out in the crowd to cheer him on. and just like calum, you were never embarrassed to tell people that you’re (insanely attractive) boyfriend was a stripper. and even though you got a little jealous sometimes it never became a big thing because you trusted him and you knew how much he loved you and whenever he could tell you were getting a bit antsy he’d always suggest a private show so he could remind you that at the end of the day you were the only girl he wanted.
GUYS IM SUPER EXCITED TO TELL YOU GUYS I’M WRITING A STRIPPER!5SOS SERIES!!!! You guys might not be super excited but I’m really proud of them so far so yea I should be posting the first one fairly soon so watch for it and I hope you guys enjoy it when it does come out!
