warnings: mentions of alcohol, kind of incel luke, drunk sex, one night stand
I think that's it, I apologise if it's not I just don't think I can proof read it again. I already feel like I'm going for hell just for writing it 😭
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The lights were dark and dingy, seductive even if you romanticised it enough. There was faint music playing in the background that you couldn't quite make out over the unintelligible buzz of chatter and the drink that was beginning to lighten your head. Everything seemed so much more enjoyable and the boy sat beside you looked like an angel sent to you by god himself in the form of a human. Or maybe he was a human in the form of an angel. It didn't matter either way, what mattered is that he was gorgeous. He had these dirty blonde curls that weren't too long but weren't too short either and these sharp blue eyes that sobered you up every time they met yours.
"can I bring you home with me?" Luke asked, flashing that cheeky smile that always got him what he wanted. He didn't sound too drunk but maybe he had just gotten good at hiding it.
"Mm..." You mulled over your words, smiling to yourself because you already knew the answer to his question you just didn't want to give in to him yet, "I'm afraid I'm not that kind of girl."
He watched you take a sip of your cocktail, eyes following the movement of your lips before flicking back up to rest on your eyes.
"what kind of girl?" He frowned, feigning ignorance in an almost flirtatious way, "I haven't even told you what for yet."
"I hardly doubt you were inviting me over for a cup of tea and bedtime story." You rolled your eyes playfully and received an amused laugh in return.
"maybe I was." He shrugged and went back to his drink, no longer paying you any attention, "now I guess you'll never know."
You watched him as he drank, his side profile was even more beautiful than his face if that was even possible or maybe it was just the drink making you think that.
"that's fair." You nod and look around, "but lets say, hypothetically, if I was to go home with you tonight... would you talk to me in the morning?
"Sure I would." He smirked, "I think if you tell me your name one more time it'll definitely stick until tomorrow."
If you were sober you wouldn't be so blinded by his beautiful face and realised what a total jerk he was, but you weren't sober. You were drunk. And every word that left his lips sounded sweeter than honey itself knowing that you may be sleeping with him later tonight.
"wow? Are you serious?" You laughed and took another sip of your cocktail, "just for that I'm not going to tell you and you're going to have to remember."
He groaned like you were forcing him to do a chore but he looked so damn hot doing it you didn't even mind.
"Emily." he said, "no... Lisa! Hang on, it's got a L in it, I'm sure... Lola?"
"yeah, that was my next guess." He shrugged nonchalantly and took a swig of his beer
"I'm sure it was." You sigh, "but I guess that means you've missed out tonight."
"I don't think I have." He smirked and leans in close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his breath, "You want to. Admit it, go on."
You were too stubborn, no matter how much strength it took you to not fill the small gap between your lips you didn't dare do it.
"I already told you, I'm not that kind of girl." You say triumphantly and slip out of your seat and walk past him as confidently as you could without tripping over your own feet.
About 2 cocktails later you could see him still sitting alone at the bar exactly where you left him and you regretted walking away from him every second that you sat here and did nothing but yearn for him. Eventually you got the courage to push your pride aside and return to the seat that you had left not so long ago. You could already see the shit-eating grin forming on his face as he watched you sit down.
"back so soon?" He teased
"drinking alone is boring." You say, avoiding the fact that you only came back for him
"maybe that's a sign that you've had too much to drink." He replies and you shoot him a glare that he laughs at
"I want to go home." You sigh
"well, the place I'm staying isn't too far from here." He suggested and started to get up, putting on his jacket like you've already agreed to come, "how else are you planning to get home? You got a phone on you?"
"it died." You groan and eventually get up when he holds out his hand for you to take, which you did.
"you can charge it at mine and call someone to come get you." he mutters, "I'm too drunk to drive."
You looked him over once as if just a glance would tell you if you're gonna get murdered tonight.
The walk home was more of a laugh than you expected, you both swayed drunkenly into each other which resulted in a fit of giggles and he tried to offer you his jacket more than once and you rejected it every time. You had no sense of how long it took you to get to his place but when you did eventually get there you were huddled close together outside his front door as he tried to find his keys somewhere in his pockets and you tried to keep yourself from shivering too vigorously.
"found 'em." He muttered and finally managed to open the door, the warm air hitting you as soon as you stepped in.
The whole place was dark and you couldn't see a thing but it definitely smelt like him. Your lack of sight meant that you had to hold his arm in fear of accidentally waking into something which made him chuckle as he walked you over to where the light switch was.
"don't be, it was cute." He smirked, "the living room is in there, you can go sit whilst I go grab you a charger."
Your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you were so glad he turned away because you were pretty sure you were as red as a beetroot from shame. You scuttled quickly into the room he said was the living room and ran your hands over the wall blindly in hopes of finding another switch then turned it on. The place was nice, surprisingly tidy and very clean and you felt kind of bad for dumping your bag on the floor and sitting down on his sofa and messing up the place.
He returned a few moments later with a cable, he mutters something that you didn't quite catch then he starts searching for a socket to plug it into. Now that you think of it, he didn't quite fit into this room either. His messy blonde hair and leather jacket wasn't exactly screaming 'i have a flawless house', but then again why would it?
After successfully plugging it in, he looked at you as he held out his hand which you started at blankly.
"I'm gonna need your phone to charge it." He chuckled
"oh yes." You nodded shamefully and dug around your pockets to find it before passing it over to him, "thanks again."
"no problem" he plugs it in with ease then collapses on the sofa beside you, "did you want a drink or something? I forgot to ask."
"alright." He nodded, "you live far?"
"not too far." You muttered and looked down at the floor, "I like your place."
"ha! Thanks." He grinned and you stared at each other in awkward silence.
He was so attractive, especially in this light that wasn't bright enough to blind you with the truth but dark enough to make the moment feel like it was more than it really was.
You raised a finger and brushed his cheek absentmindedly, "you have such blue eyes"
You weren't expecting it to happen but you wanted it to happen so bad. His hand lingered on top of yours, catching it as it fell back onto your lap, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips and yours did the same. His lips looked so warm and inviting that you couldn't help but lean in and kiss them, softly at first but it quickly turned hungry as he started lying you down on your back and hovering over you. This was a hunger that you hadn't felt in a long time, it was more than hunger. It was a need. You let him kiss your neck, his warm tongue gliding over your skin and sending shivers down your spine, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, raising it higher and higher every second until he was urging you to sit up and tearing it off you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he let out a groan, dropping down to kiss your collarbone, lips falling lower and lower until you were pulling him back up to your face and bruising his mouth with yours.
"I need you" you breathed out, tugging at his shirt so he'd help you get it off him, "now."
He sat up quickly and pulled the unnecessary material over his head, letting you run your fingers over his chest in awe.
"I can't wait, baby." He groaned and started peppering your stomach with kisses whilst his fingers worked on the button of your jeans, "lift up."
You did as he asked and was left half naked in mere seconds, watching him in a haze of desire and drunkenness as he stood up and took off his own followed by his boxers. The thought of going home had long left your mind which was now filled with thoughts of him and him only.
"come back." You pleaded, sitting up and taking hold of his hand and pulling him back on top of you.
You could feel him through your underwear which was making you squirm and whine, desperate to finally get what you both wanted so bad. You couldn't wait another second, and neither could he by the way he was pushing his hips into you, grinding himself perfectly against your core until you felt like you were going insane.
"I need this... these need to be off." He muttered into your neck as he dipped his fingers into your panties, pulling them down as soon as you whined in desperate agreement.
You let your fingers sink into his hair and peppered kisses onto his jaw as he eased into you so painfully slow that you started lifting your hips up to meet his.
"More." You insisted, "I need more."
"And you'll get more, baby." He hushed, face nuzzled into your neck, "be patient."
You groan and he places a large hand over your mouth, muffling all of the sweet sounds that fell from your lips
His rhythm was deliciously slow, like he had no desire to ruin you the way you wished he would. Maybe it was the drinking slowing him down or maybe it was just the haze of the moment that made it feel right.
"Luke" you moaned albeit muffled by his hand, "faster...please"
He let out a groan but eventually gave you what you wanted. Ruthless thrusts that had you practically screaming into the palm of his hand.
"You're so good- you feel so good." He slurred under his breath, "so pretty- look at you- fuck."
You felt his hand disappear from your mouth and start to make it's slow decent down, running tender circles over your clit that had you seeing stars before you could even warn him.
"Fuck-Luke." You panted just as he pulled out and you felt the hot, sticky liquid pool onto your stomach.
"Shit" he hissed, "shit that was too good. Fuck."
You both stayed still, catching your breath before he finally stood up and walked out of the room.
You watched him leave with a pang of disappointment, leaning your head back on the sofa and trying to regain some focus.
"Here- sorry about the mess." He said, as he walks back in and threw a towel at you then walked over to where his jeans and boxers lay on the floor and started putting them on.
"Oh thanks." You say and use it to wipe the mess off you, sitting up just to be met by a pile of clothes on the side of the sofa and no sign of Luke.
You could have guessed that this was the way things were gonna go and you weren't gonna complain, but it was kind of depressing having to get dressed only minutes after being undressed during one of the most passionate moments you've had lately.
After getting dressed, you walked over to where your phone was charging. It had enough battery to order a taxi to come and get you and hopefully enough to last you the 5 minutes wait you were gonna spend outside because you couldn't bear to be in here a minute longer.
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