hemmingslftv

[hemmingslftv]

sorry’s never enough | c.h

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: you’re betrayed again by your boyfriend, who just can’t seem to keep his promise

warnings: angst, no happy ending, kinda toxic relationship, arguing (it’s a short one)

a/n: surprise ! this is kinda weird for me to post randomly and not tell anyone but i this randomly hit me. also i feel like i should note, i know i’ve written many fics of this scenario and it seems to be a common theme with calum fics but this in no way shape or form represents calum hood as a person. this is strictly fiction and written for entertainment purposes. thank you.

not proofread

requests open

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you should’ve expected it, from the moment he stepped out the door and got on that plane. you should’ve known better.

he was going to do it, it was only a matter of time before the evidence got back to you. it was just a waiting game for you. would he keep his promise?

no. he doesn’t care.

that morning you woke up, like usual, nothing was out of the ordinary. you got out of bed, made it, and took duke outside to do his business. everything was going normally. until it wasn’t.

you finished breakfast, put away the dirty dishes, and decided to take a scroll on your phone. your boyfriend's tour was coming to an end and it had been one beautiful tour. he seemed to be having the time of his life, and he was even happier it seemed. and it made you feel better about your relationship. you thought, for just a second, that maybe, just maybe, he kept his word.

but when you got the notification from sierra your heart sank. the pictures and the videos of calum at a bar with another girl. his arm slung around her waist as he kisses her, his hand on her jaw. it made you feel sick to your stomach, looking at the photos. sierras message ended with ‘im sorry, hun.’ you felt the tears swelling in your eyes and the aching in your chest had returned.

how could he do this to you?

“hey babe” calum enters the house, walks to you and presses a kiss on your cheek. he noticed you didn’t acknowledge him, so as he was setting his bags down he turned to you. “is everything okay?” you laid your phone down on the counter and slid it over to him. “i don’t know, is it?” you asked, your voice stung like venom. calum looks down at the phone which revealed an article that read: “calum hood spotted with mystery girl at a london nightclub. what happened with his girlfriend? or now, ex-girlfriend’

you saw his expression sour, pushing the phone back towards you. “so?” you asked again. he had no answer, and you saw the gears turning in his head trying to come up with another excuse. “i’m sorry.”

that’s all he had to say? after everything? everything you’ve done for him. all the sacrifices you made just to be with him. that’s all? "don't apologize if you are just going to keep doing this shit, apologize when you're actually going to change because im tired of having my hopes crushed every time" you were livid, your chest burned with anger. even looking at him made your feel sick. calum tan his fingers through his hair, huffing quietly. “if you would ever go on tour with us, this would never happen.” "oh, so i'm the one at fault?" "that's not what i'm saying-" "well, it jolly well sure sounds like it!"

“I don't want to do this with you." "that's what you always say whenever I'm trying to talk some sense into you." you rubbed your temples. talking was him wasn’t always this hard, in the beginning, he was the most caring person but as time went on he grew distant. “i’ve given you my life, calum. i made sacrifices for us to be together. i dropped everything just to be with you, you choose to do this to me? after everything?”

you heard a groan come from his side followed by yet another huff. this wasn’t the first time calum had cheated on you, and you should’ve known it wouldn’t be the last time either but you chose to talk it out and overcome the pain and suffering. you thought it had worked, but obviously, it didn’t. “i never asked you to do anything of that either, y/n. you chose to put your life on hold because of me. i didn’t”

“and you never stopped me!” you yelled, throwing your hands up in the air. “what do you want from me, calum? am i not good enough for you anymore? what am i doing wrong, please just tell me!” by this point, you were starting to break. tears welled in your eyes and your face flushed red. “it isn’t you.” he stated matter-a-factly. you couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “it isn’t me?” you repeated, and once again pushed your phone towards him. “the evidence proves otherwise cal.”

calum knew he was hurting you, he knew he put you through hell and back and that you didn’t deserve it. there was no excuse for what he did to you, he just never wanted to face the truth. “you never change do you, calum? you never fucking change.” you snatched your phone away from the counter, and looked at him one last time. “i’ve had enough, calum. i’m done. i can’t believe i loved you” you pointed in his face, and maybe it came out harsher than expected but at that point, you were so tired.

his eyes shot up at the word ‘loved’ it made his heart stop. surely he heard that wrong, right? “loved?” he asked, following you into the hallway where you were heading but you didn’t respond. you entered the shared bedroom “i’ve been pretending to love you for a long time, calum.” he saw the bags sitting atop the bed. two duffel bags and a large suitcase, “what do you mean?”

a dry chuckle left your throat, “i mean, i’ve been faking it since the first time you done this, i thought for a while that you had changed but obviously you didn’t. and frankly i’m tired of waiting time hoping you’d come around.” you grab a few of the bags ready to head out the door as your friend had texted you that she was on her way. “calum, i did love you. i loved you for years, and maybe we were meant to be together but i can trust you when you go out and get with these other girls. i’m sorry”. you pressed the softest kiss on his cheek.

“don’t come looking for me, just focus on yourself, calum.”

you saw the tears in his eyes, he was guilty and regretful for what he has done to you. “i’m sorry.” you nod, “i know you are.”

[hemmingslftv]

match you

warnings: makeup on both male and female characters, showing of affection (not even sure if these are warnings but yk)

word count: 430

“Love can you help me?” 

You spun around to see the beautiful man who spoke those words, looking a little more anxious than usual. He’s supposed to go on stage in a few minutes, and he felt his makeup didn’t look quite right. 

“’Course bambi.”

He smiled a tiny smile in slight relief as he walked over to his chair and sat down in front of his mirror of the dressing room. He seemed to be aiming for a mainly blue look for tonight, wearing a light blue suit with complementing glittery blue eyeshadow. You personally thought he looking perfectly fine the way he was, but he felt a little different. 

You stood in front of him as he reached for a thin black tube and handed it to you, immediately recognizing the product and looking at him with slight confusion, knitting your eyebrows slightly. 

“Eyeliner?”

“Wanna match you.” he responded softly. 

You smiled at his response while opening up the product. You step between his legs so you can apply it properly, him setting his hands on your waist. 

“So what’re we thinkin’ here?”

“A little wing maybe? So it’s visible but subtle, you know? Don’t wanna take away from the blue.”

“True” you giggle slightly at the thought you seemed to share. 

You start on the added makeup, getting eye level with him, which almost never happens since the man is over a foot taller than you. As you nearly finish the first wing, you notice his eyes moving from yours to your lips, finding yourself pulling a slight smile at the action. 

You quickly finish up the second wing and place the container down, taking the sides of his head, making sure not to mess with his hair, to check if they’re even. 

You two were still quite close even though his makeup was complete, which neither of you seemed to mind. 

“You look so pretty bambi.” You whispered as your hands slowly moved from the sides of his head to his cheeks, your thumbs slightly rubbing against them. 

“All thanks to you, angel.” 

You each tilted your heads slightly and connected your lips, taking in the sweet moment you each shared with each other. He mirrors your actions slightly as he caressed the sides of your waist, pulling you in closer. You each pulled away as he embraced you in a hug, hoping the feeling with stay with him for as long as he desires. 

He puts one hand delicately in your jaw and pecks your lips once more. 

“Love you angel.”

“Love you too, bambi.”

a/u: i know this is short but i thought it was a cute idea with luke :)

[hemmingslftv]

I’m so sorry I’m so inactive 😭 I have so many ideas but I just don’t have the time to write them

[hemmingslftv]

Beautiful Thoughts

craving some soft luke

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luke and y/n had just met before she went home for winter break. and met, she means fucked, a few times. she had just finished her last final and went out to dinner with a friend, having a margarita, and a lemon drop shot. y/n was a little bored by the way her semester was ending, so she was looking around. her eyes happened to land on luke, and luke was eager. she let him take her back to her apartment. 

the whole time she was giddy, but not wanting to show it. they ended up talking for an hour before things, progressed. he was gentle, but still holding more domination over her. his lips were rough against hers, his scruff tickling her chin. she finally relaxed into him when he was between her hips, pulling her closer to him. her shorts rode up enough for his thumb to rub her clothed clit. 

she jerked upwards, pushing her hips harder against him. “feels good, huh?” luke says, his lips brushing up against hers. y/n nods her head, moaning when he moved to the inside of her shorts. luke got impatient and took off his shirt, waiting for her to follow. she quickly did while he watched her. he hit her pussy lightly a few times before moving her panties to the side and began rubbing her clit harshly. 

“oh my god,” her thighs were flexing and calves were cramping up. she began breathing so hard that she needed to not think. she grabbed his face and brought his lips down to hers, stopping her breathing. luke never slowed down, not until her hips were squirming. now, she had to pull away to breath and threw her head back. luke’s eyes never left her body, he was drinking her in. 

she sat up, took her bra off and her shorts and panties. luke following in her steps. his cock slips between her folds and he moves his hips through her wetness. y/n’s moving her hips so he can slip inside her. when he does, her shoulder stretch, and her pussy’s squeezing down hard on his cock. 

“god, you’re fucking wet,” luke moans, thrusting harshly into her. y/n’s still squirming, wanting to touch and feel more of luke on her. she grabs his face for the second time, and bring his lips down. her kiss is messy, and needy. her lips try not to leave luke’s, but can’t help when they do because of a whimper. 

when she pulls away to moan, luke’s lips are chasing after hers, trying to slip his tongue in her mouth. her stomach feels butterflies deeply inside. she can tell she’s about to cum. “please, keep going,” she begs. luke moves as deep as he can inside her. “yes!” she smiles. 

he runs his hands through her hair, tugging on it slightly. “be a good girl and come all over my cock” he whispers softly into her ear. and she does, she lets herself go all over him. she moans embarrassingly loud, and squirms away from him. she opens her eyes when luke slows down a bit, his eyes completely locked in on her. he grabs her face and brings her to sit up. “i want you to suck your juices off me,” he says, laying back on the bed, bringing her with him. 

y/n takes his cock into her mouth smoothly and instantly. she let her tongue explore the length of his cock before wrapping around the tip. she swallows him, letting the tip of his cock hit her throat. she liked it secretly, though. her pussy started to ache and she wanted luke back inside her, so that’s what she told him. luke sat up and got off to bed so he could stand, and pulled y/n towards him. he grabbed her legs and put them above his shoulder, his cock slipping back into her aching pussy. luke moved smoothly through y/n, feeling connected to her. “taking my cock so well, angel.” luke praises her. 

“it feels so good,” she moans, grabbing and kneading at her chest. her calves began to slip of luke’s shoulder because they were becoming so slick. 

he brought her legs down and opened her thighs, her pussy completely exposed to him now. he spits down on her pussy, running his thumb over her clit. “looks fuckin’ good,” luke moans, watching his cock slip in and out of her. luke’s pounding into her, drowning out any sound other than their skin connecting and the sweet moans from y/n’s lips. 

y/n’s hands began to claw at luke’s shoulders, still needing to feel closer to him. he grabs her hands and intertwines their fingers. his eyes are staring into hers, focused on what she’s feeling. her mouth is hung open like she’s going to say something, but can’t. and luke’s above her, mocking her. when she closes her eyes and lets her head hit the mattress, he starts nipping at her neck. 

she starts to let go of his hands, and moves to grab his bicep, digging her nails into him. he grabs her chin and makes her look up at him. his thumb forces it’s way into her mouth and presses down on her tongue. she blinks three times in a row, a little shocked at luke’s movements. 

“you’ll just do anything i want, huh, angel?” luke says, smirking knowing y/n was hanging on his every word. she nods her head, closing her lips around his thumb. luke’s hips sped up, making y/n bite down slightly on his thumb. 

“c’mon, please! i’m right there!” y/n begs, her brink ready to hit, and she’s wanting to cum hard. luke takes his thumb out her mouth and sets his palm on her lower stomach, stretching her, still thrusting harshly into her walls. y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head, “oh god! i’m cumming!” she moans. 

luke rides it out, not ready to reach his high. he stays inside her and leans down to kiss her, intertwining their fingers again. y/n can just melt right into luke’s touch. he starts thrusting continuously into her again, watching her legs close around his hips. “you’re doing so well, angel. don’t you want to keep going?” luke asks her. 

y/n squeezes luke’s hands hard, “i-i do, i wanna be good for you.” she moans out. luke starts moving again, giving y/n a second to catch a full breath before thrusting into her hard. once he hears the breath leave her lips, he moves deep inside her so that his pelvic bone is right against her clit. her walls are squeezing down around luke, “oh, god, luke.” she says. 

luke grabs her hips and pulls her even closer to him. y/n has her hand on his chest, lightly pushing him up so she could breath. his lips catches hers in a swift motion. “don’t fucking run away, you asked for this cock,” luke grunts. y/n’s staring hard into luke’s eyes; they’re so open that he can see all the beautiful thoughts she’s having. 

they can both feel luke paint the inside of her walls white. he’s panting, trying to give y/n kisses between breaths. she brushes his curls out of his face, rubbing her thumb against his cheek. “i can’t believe i won’t see you for a month,” luke sighs. 

y/n giggles, “you’ll be the first person i tell when i’m back in town.” she leans up and gives luke a sensual, soft kiss. 

luke grabs her face, squishing her cheeks together slightly. “i better be.” 

[hemmingslftv]

what’s this? finally an update from me?! lmfao. this was actually an anonymous request, I hope you like it!

“Your so pretty”

Luke slumped to his knees as you shut the door behind you. Your flowy skirt suddenly lifted as his blonde curly head tried diving under making you laugh and push him away.

Tonight was Michael’s birthday, so to celebrate a party was thrown. Since you decided only to have a couple shots, enough to still drive home, you let Luke drown in tequila as much as he pleased.

“Lu, you’re drunk. C’mon let’s get you to bed”

Taking his large ring clad hands, you helped guide him back up to his feet as he stumbled slightly in his step before grasping at your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“But I want you” He murmured as his lips began kissing at your neck and sucking into it as your head tilted to the side.

Despite the wetness gathering between your thighs, you didn’t feel right about sleeping with him while he was drunk and you were still sober. It’d feel like taking advantage even though you’d been together for quite a few years now.

But god, even through the bloodshot eyes and wavering balance, he still managed to make you feel weak. His once styled hair was messy, button up shirt now halfway undone, showing his collarbones and silver angel necklace. His black pinstriped trousers hugged his legs perfectly and stubble tickled your jaw as he pecked at you.

“But I’m not even nearly as drunk as you are. Let’s just go cuddle and get to sleep okay?”

You pulled back and began taking his suit jacket off while he whined and sat against the couch. His messy blonde hair shook as his head tilted back, his blue pupils blown out and pink lips pouted while his muscled arms crossed in distaste.

Kissing his cheek you waltzed to the coat rack and hung up his jacket, humming to yourself.

As you turned back to the living room, Luke was out of sight making your brows furrow in confusion.

But the sound of bottles clinging together in the Fourier made you sigh. He’d gone to the alcohol display that you only had for guest, as you both didn’t drink frequently and only certain occasions. Though you couldn’t deny the cute center piece and decided why not.

Peeking your head around, you saw Luke digging through the rack of bottles inside the glass case.

“YES I FOUND IT” He yelled, grasping the bottle of wine before swinging on his heels to see you standing there.

“oh” He whispered sheepishly, realizing he did not need to yell in the first place.

“You’ve had enough to drink, put it away” You laughed.

“It’s not for me honey, it’s for you” Popping the cork, he took your hand and placed the bottle in your hand with a dopey smile.

“For me?”

“Mhm drink up, the faster you do the quicker I can get into this” He smirks, his fingers skimmed over the top of your dress and tugged at the strap.

Peeking at the bottle and back up to him, you quirked an eyebrow while biting your lip, still feeling a bit unsure.

“Oh c’mon baby” Once again his fingers wrapped around you, his glittered eyelids heavy with lust as he looked down at you and skimmed his other hand down to your leg.

Stretching his hand out, he slowly moved it up and up, the pad of his thumb rubbing along the way as it inched closer and closer to your heat before stopping at the inside of your thigh.

Your heart was pounding, your breathe wavering in your throat as the pulse point below you sped up in sudden desperation as he sucked into your neck again.

Without saying a word, you brought the bottle up your lips and took a large swig.

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“Fuck”

Your back hit the fridge as both your lips worked together, his tongue gliding against yours in a messy kiss.

With fingers dug into Luke’s hair, tugging and pulling to feel him closer to you as his own gripped at your thighs, you moaned as he lifted you up.

“Need to fucking get inside you” He groaned, moving his hands up your thighs and pulling at your sides of your underwear, the sound of the fabric stretching and tearing made you ache in anticipation.

Your head was spinning, both from the wine and from the rush he gave you. You simply couldn’t wait either.

“Please” Your head tilted back as his mouth worked down your neck, marks blossoming over your the top of your breasts that spilled from your dress.

“Yea? You gonna take me baby? Let me fuck you real good” Pants and boxers now dropped at his ankles, Luke’s hungry eyes took in the image of you pressed into the refrigerator, back arched, chest heaving and begging for him.

“Y-yes, yes please I need your cock so bad”

“Mhm I’ll give it you baby”

His fingers wrapped around your hips in a tight grip to secure your position before pulling you up closer to him.

With daunting eyes starring up at you, Luke’s mouth worked lower at your skin until he shoved into you, making a gasp emit from your throat as your nails dug into the back of his silk shirt.

“Goddamn your cunt feels so good” He groaned, a slight slur to his tone from the alcohol coursing through his veins. But it was true nonetheless.

Bracing his stature Luke fucked into you at a rapid pace making your back drag up and down against the fridge door. Magnets fell from behind you, making multiple loud clatter sounds and the dishes that were stacked nearby shake from the table top.

You couldn’t say a word, not with the way the man above you was taking away your breathe.

Your thighs squeezed around his hips in a desperate effort to keep yourself upright as your body moved up and down from the movements.

“L-Luke Luke” You cried out, a trembling in your voice as you moaned loudly with his tempered groaning wrapping into your own sounds like a melodic song.

With a silver ringed hand around your throat, his pelvic movements quickened, the harshness of his cock going harder sending you into a spiral.

“Yea that’s it, scream my fucking name” The smugness dripping from his tongue as short pants left his lips.

“M’gonna cum Lu” You whimpered, your eyes closing shut as he dragged the hand once around your throat, back down to your waist before sliding out.

Your legs dropped onto the kitchen floor, your balance stumbling as the throbbing of your orgasmic brink between your legs dangled in your face like a joke.

Whining, soft “no’s” left your lips in confusion at the sudden abruption.

“Not yet baby, I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked you on as many places as I can before you can’t take it anymore”

A whimper escaped as you felt your core get desperately wetter.

Lifting your chin up, he made you look up at him as a taunting smirk adorned his face.

“That okay doll?”

With a rapid nod of your head and a squeaked out “yes” he guided you through the kitchen before shoving some stuff off the counter.

Grasping your hips he bent you over it, your cheek pressed into the marble top as your hands gripped at the flat surface.

Flipping your skirt up, his large hand spanked at your ass that was exposed to him, making you lurch forward and moan.

“You like that dirty girl? You want more?” Spank.

His rings hit against the plumpness of your ass as he continued to spank you, the skin turning red.

Luke’s head felt dizzy, but a good dizzy as his chest heaved and his hand continued to slap at your ass, watching the way your thighs pressed together in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure. He loved seeing how good you looked, the sounds leaving your mouth as you took everything he gave you with a moan and a smile.

Thinking you had enough, his middle finger dipped between your thighs to rub at your clit.

“I-Uh please Lu” Your head titled as your fingers braced at the sides of the counter.

Moving a large hand up, he gripped at your hair, lifting your head up just slightly as your back arched and ass pressed against him.

Shoving into you, Luke moaned and tilted his head back. You felt so good and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Such a good girl for me baby” His hand slapped at your ass once more before pounding into you again.

Your body lurched forward and back at the harshness of his thrusts, knuckles turning white from the grip you had at the edge of the counter. All you could do was open your mouth in shock and pleasure as small breaths escaped your lips.

With Luke’s grip loosened on your hair a bit, you took the moment to look back at him.

Biting on your bottom lip and drunken blown out eyes, you said, “please, fuck me harder”.

Moaning to himself, he shook his head and gripped back on your hair and pushed your head down.

With lips hovering over your ear as his thrusts slowed down, he replied, “Yea you want it harder, want me to fuck you like a slut baby?”

Nodding in his grip, your hips circled back into him encouragingly.

“Mhm please Luke, gimme it”

“Fucking hell” Gripping at your waist, he elevated you slightly on your toes, making your legs close to giving out he slammed into you and pressed into your ass.

With one hand kneading your ass, his cock harshly plummeted into you from behind harder than before.

“Luke” You squeaked, feeling him hit your g-spot with repeated motions.

“Again” He demanded, groaning as his hips hit hard into your ass, still stinging red from the spanking he gave you earlier.

“Ugh Luke” You cried, your orgasm taunting you once again.

“You gonna come baby?”

“Y-yes” Big mistake.

Pulling out, your feet once again dropped to the floor as your legs closed with the ache more fiery than before. This time you had enough.

“Alright baby now-“

“No, that’s it”

Luke’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as you took his hand and dragged him to the living room.

Pushing him down into the couch, you watched as he manspread after, making you whimper, as you were desperate for a release already.

Straddling his lap, he hissed as you sunk down onto his cock, the skirt of your dress bunched around your waist revealing his hands gripping your ass as your back arched into him.

“Shit baby” He panted, his head tilting back into the cushion behind him as your hands gripped his shoulders.

Letting your own head fall back, you let the pleasure of his cock sitting inside you overtake your senses and began bouncing.

The sound of both your whimpers and moans filled the room as your hips rose and fell on him. The grip he had on your ass, helping guide your movements, encouraged you to move faster and harder.

“Yea that’s it baby, ride me just like that. You gonna cum with me like this?”

“Yes Lu, I want it”

Winding your hips, you sank up and down on his cock at a rigorous pace as he started thrusting back up into you, the motion making him nudge your clit perfectly as your eyes fell closed, a whine leaving your lips at the feeling.

He moaned out, letting his own sub tendencies go as you gripped at the chain on his neck and pulled slightly making the chain tighten.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, cmon do it with me baby” He panted, lifting his head up to suck at your breasts. His mouth attached to your nipple, biting and sucking as he gripped harder on your ass and pressed you down into his lap.

Now taking control again, he fucked up into as you started to finished.

Grunting your name, Luke spilled inside you as you came around him. The feeling leaving you both content as he kissed at your neck and chest, a satisfied smile adorning both your faces.

The buzz of the alcohol and post orgasm settled in both your veins.

Hugging you close, Luke laid on the couch, with your head on his chest as you both took the time to catch your breathe.

“We’re definitely doing that again”

[hemmingslftv]

and i love the way you decorate my heart ✕ luke hemmings

description: luke and his girlfriend are spending christmas together at the hemmings' household. y/n is not the biggest fan of christmas, but it turns out that it just takes the right people to make christmas enjoyable.

pairing: gf!reader x luke hemmings

warnings: mentions of nonfunctional family dynamics and (strong) alcohol usage, family trauma (?), cursing, angst, fluff. slight smut. please let me know if there's anything else.

word count: 2,3k-ish. (this wasn't supposed to be this long, oops).

a/:n: so, i wanted to write a christmas related piece. if you are struggling this christmas, i am sending you virtual hugs <3 you'll get through this, i promise. the title is lyrics from the song 'glittery' by kacey musgraves :) ps. i didn't want to wait any longer to publish this...i was supposed to do it tomorrow hehe!

You had always despised Christmas. When November turned to December, it was like you could almost feel the anxiety of having to spend another Christmas with your family already. Your friends always gushed about what presents they’d buy their parents and how they couldn’t wait to get home. You felt beaten. Broken. And bitter. Jealous. And oh, that made you feel so guilty. 

That was until before you had met the 23-year old Australian guy who stole your heart. Slowly, you started to even like Christmas. You had started dating him in August, and you spent the first Christmas separately. It was awful. You were with your family. The fights that had happened that night left you frustrated. Your mother had made comments of your ‘unpleasant appearance’ and how you had changed for the worse. Your father was drunk and out of his mind, talking how he could have never imagined his daughter would be like this. To him, seeing you around was a constant reminder of fucked up a child he had. Or that’s at least what he told you with a whiskey bottle in his hands. Why couldn’t you just have a functional family, you asked yourself. 

You had called Luke that night and he made sure he’d do anything in his power to lighten up your mood, even if he couldn’t have been there physically. He hated how he couldn’t be there to comfort you, you were more than a thousand miles away. He hated how your family treated you. He hated how small they made you feel. He hated how they didn’t appreciate you for the loving person you actually were. He made you promise that you’d spend the next Christmas with his family. And you did. 

Now, two years later you were spending the second Christmas at the Hemmings household. You had a guilty conscience of how his family felt like home rather than your own biological family. Your family didn’t make you laugh like they did. They never understood like you Luke’s family did. They didn’t accept you as you were, unlike the Hemmings household.

You arrived last night at the Hemmings’ house with Luke and Petunia. Since you and Luke were exhausted from the long flight you decided to just eat and go to sleep afterwards. Ben and Jack woke Luke up in the morning, and asked Luke to go for a hike together. Luke insisted on having more time as he wanted to cuddle you for a while. With half-shut eyes, he snuggled closer to you and planted kisses on your cheek. That little habit of his always made you smile. There was no better way to start your mornings than with Luke. The memories of the nights he was on tour while you were all alone made you melancholic. But luckily, Luke was there now. After ten or so minutes of his arms wrapped around your frame, he got up and went for the hike with his brothers. The morning continued by walking and feeding Petunia, eating breakfast, getting ready for the day and hanging out with Luke’s parents, Liz and Andy.

It was 11am. You were sitting on the couch in the living room and scratched Petunia behind her ears. That dog loved when people did that. Despite the fact that Petunia was Luke’s dog, you basically felt like you were her dog mother. And Luke felt like that too - he loved his little family. Your little family. Luke, Ben and Jack came back from the hike, all sweaty. Luke wanted to wrap his arms around you tightly, but you insisted. “There’s no way in hell I am hugging you when you smell like…how do I put this the nicest way possible? Death.” “That’s the nicest way possible? Damn. I must smell pretty bad then. I’ma grab a shower and come back for cuddles”.

You didn’t understand what made Luke so physically affectionate during this time of year. It was like something in the December air made him extra cuddly and sappy. You didn’t want to complain though. It was not like you hadn't craved his touch when he was away from you. 

Then, it was time to decorate the Christmas tree just a tiny bit more. Luke and you had gone ornament shopping a few weeks ago. You put some of the ornaments on your own Christmas tree at your house, but saved two of them to put in the Hemmings Christmas tree. You and Luke put up the golden reindeer and sparkly little Bulldog ornaments - of course Luke wanted to get that one - in the tree.

The holiday spirit definitely was in the air. Kacey Musgraves' and Troye Sivan's song Glittery was playing in the background and Luke, being the singer he is, sang along.

And every single kiss is like a Gift to me And I love the way you decorate my heart, oh

The whole Hemmings family was dressed in Christmas related outfits, as you were too. Luke was wearing a snowman themed sweater. You, on the other hand, had stolen a green 5SOS Christmas sweater from Luke’s closet. 

“Geez, I thought I had lost that one”, Luke’s comment made you feel a bit guilty.

“Are you mad that I took it?”.

“Nah. You look definitely better in that than me”, he just smiled. There was no way that he could be mad at you when you looked that adorable. 

The whole Hemmings family and you watched some Christmas movies and snacked on chocolate and other delicacies. You didn’t even know how to explain how homey felt at that moment. When none of you spoke, the silence was comfortable. It wasn’t awkward. You weren’t in flight or fight mode. It felt relieving. With your legs on Luke’s lap and his hands on your legs, you took a photo of Luke as he was concentrating on the film Home Alone. He giggled as soon as he realized you took a photo of him. You wanted to hear that giggle forever. 

You lounged on the sofa together, your head now in his lap. Petunia was on the other side of Luke, snuggling close to him. Luke bent down to kiss you. Snap. Liz took a photo of you, which made Luke frown “Mom”. Liz just explained that she couldn’t have not taken the photo - you looked so perfect in that moment. She knew how much you meant to Luke. She knew how much Luke loved you. And she also knew how you were the most important person in his life. Luke had told it all to his mother; how your love made him a better man. How you were his silver lining.

Luke wanted to post that photo to Instagram Stories and after a few minutes of convincing you looked absolutely adorable in that photo, you gave up. He posted the photo with the text ‘Christmas and my two favorite girls’. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but the text made you blush. You were so head over heels for him.

It was time for Christmas dinner. Liz and Andy had made most of it already but you were still helping around the kitchen. You loved cooking, so it felt natural. Luke, on the other hand, wasn’t that much of a cook, so he just stayed with his brothers in the living room. You were topping the trifles with raspberries and carried them to the dining room where all of the other servings were. You made your way to the kitchen to get a wine glass and realized Liz and Andy had disappeared somewhere from the kitchen. You took a deep breath and smiled to yourself. You hadn’t felt this kind of joy at Christmas ever before. Sure, last year was great, but this year was something else. It felt more meaningful.

Luke came to the kitchen and ‘helped’ you get the glass you wanted from the cabinet. 

“Gimme the glass, Luke! I mean it”, you frowned your eyebrows at him and giggled afterwards. The debatably 6’3 feet tall man in front of you was holding the glass you wanted to have above his head. Every day with him felt like an adventure. The small, ordinary, mundane things you did together were your favorite. How he’d make sure to poke fun of your height after dating for so long. How he’d make you feel so seen and appreciated. There was nothing not to love about Luke. At the end of the day, even his most irritating habits and traits seemed loveable to you. 

“Kiss me, then ya can have it”, he smirked. He was feisty, you liked that. Tip toeing to him, you placed your lips on his. “Mmmh, me likey”, he commented without even backing his lips away from yours. “Okay, you done now?”, your lips left his and you crossed your arms. He pouted his lips. “One more, please? For me?”.

You gave him yet another kiss, making it deeper than the previous one. You could taste the mint in your lips again. That was the thing about Luke: if his lips didn’t taste like coffee or almond, they tasted like mint.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll give you this”, he smirked and gave you the glass he was holding. “Thanks a lot, really appreciate it”, you smirked back and as he turned away, you quickly hit his bum. 

“Hey!”, he gave you a look and you just showed your tongue to him, then turned to fill the glass with some red wine. You placed the glass on the kitchen counter and Luke wrapped his long arms around you. 

“You know how lucky I am that I can spend Christmas with you, baby?” his voice was hoarse. 

“Incredibly lucky. I am a national treasure, Lu”, you rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“But seriously…Y/N. Thanks for bein’ you. I love you and I hope there’s many more Christmases to spend together. Want to be the one you can share your Christmas kisses with”. You loved how cheesy Luke could get - it was no secret that he was a true romantic at heart. He was sappy, and you loved it. 

“There’s no one else I’d rather spend Christmas with, Lu. I love you. And I love being here. Thanks for always welcoming me here”.

“Of course, babe. My family practically fuckin’ worships you. It’s like I don’t even matter anymore. Everytime I come back, they just wanna talk about you. Can’t blame them though”.

You and Luke headed to the dining room and started to eat dinner with the entire family. When no one was looking, you gave Petunia a few snacks. What you didn’t know was that Luke saw it all, and he couldn’t help himself but smile gently at you two. He loved how you loved Petunia. Bella and Tilly, the Hemmings family dogs, were stealing some food from Andy and Liz too.

You had to go to the kitchen a few times, since you had to check on the turkey. It was cooked, but it had been on the fridge for a while, cooling off, since all of you didn’t want to eat hot turkey. Every time you went to the kitchen, Luke came with you and stole some extra kisses from you and vice versa. He loved to show affection towards you and he had to contain himself every time you were with other people. 

You ate together and then it was time to open up the presents. You were stirring things up this Christmas, since you were playing Secret Santa too. You were supposed to get Andy something and you got him a decorative photo album full of photos of the Hemmings family. Luke insisted on making the album too, so he was your little helper. The look on Andy’s face was pure - he was so happy. He really appreciated the gesture and took you in his arms, thanking you endlessly. You swapped up the rest of the presents and Luke had gotten you a beautiful golden bracelet from some European store, as he explained to you. You had gotten Luke an antique sweater he had been eyeing for such a long time. He admired it, but not nearly as much as he admired you. 

You were thankful that you and Luke promised each other not to get one another than just one present. After all, being with him was all you needed this Christmas. And this Christmas was even more than what you could have ever hoped for. The air was filled with laughter, the dogs were happily chewing their newly gotten toys and you had the man you loved by your side.

The night continued by playing board games and lastly, Charades. It was Luke’s turn to guess - the word ‘Jeggings’. You were giggling because Luke wasn’t that great at guessing the word.

“Stop laughing!” Luke commented. He tried so hard to keep his poker face but desperately failed, bursting out laughing.

“Luke, how could you be so clueless?”, you giggled.

“Am not clueless. I am just too smart for you guys”, Luke smiled.

“Sure”, Liz giggled along, making Andy, Jack and Ben laugh too.

Eventually, the game came to an end and you were sitting in the living room with Luke and his family. The TV was on and you were chatting about Christmas traditions, all of you slightly drunk from the red wine and beer you’ve been drinking. Luke and you were sitting on the separate sofa and you felt his hand on your thigh as you were chatting to Liz about something. Liz knew to turn away from the conversation and you saw Luke’s widened gaze and devilish smirk.

“Wanna show me how much of a good girl you’ve been this year when we get upstairs?”, he hummed quietly into your ear and slightly nibbed your earlobe.

You instantly smiled and prayed no one else saw that. You knew how this night was going to end and you couldn’t wait. “Wanna show you how much of a bad girl I’ve been, baby”, you whispered back. The look on his face was priceless, as if he hadn’t seen that comment coming. 

Luke took your hand on his, stood up and thanked for the night, saying that you two will head upstairs. You thanked Liz, Andy, Ben and Jack too smilingly. Luke led you upstairs and opened up the guest bedroom door. You closed the door and in no time, his arms were all over you. As were his needy, desperate lips.

All of a sudden, it felt like you had always loved Christmas.

© 12/2022 whimsicalminds.

[hemmingslftv]

"fuck, luke"

Word count: 2.8k

Warning: explicit sex (smut, 18+), swearing

Requested: no but requests are open!!

A/N: I'm not so sure about this but since it's written why not publish it. Definitely not my best work but idk. Tell me what you think about it, feedback is always appreciated.

Masterlist

Your best friend Michael had convinced you to go to his show, as he often did when they played close to home. You were hanging out backstage with him, the band, and the crew before the show started. You were sitting on a sofa with most of the people in the room while the boys finished getting ready.

"Hey! How's my favorite girl doing?" Michael asked as he sat next to you. You turned your phone off and looked up at him.

"Well, I'm sure I'd be better watching Netflix at home but there are free drinks so I'm not complaining" you joked.

"You always say the same but end up having the best time at our shows, I can see you dancing and singing your heart out from the stage"

"Shhh, that's a secret" you said as you placed your right index finger on your lips.

"So, how do you like my outfit?" Michael asked standing up so you could see it better. You thought about making a joke but you knew Michael's confidence wasn't the best so you decided on telling the truth right away hoping it'd make him feel better later on stage.

"You look stunning as always, you know I'm loving your stage fits lately"

"Thank you, y/n. You look pretty good yourself too" he said sitting back and hugging you. You couldn't help but notice Luke while you were hugging Michael. He was standing in front of a mirror, fixing his hair.

After a few minutes, Michael started talking to some other people from the crowd and you directed your attention back to the lead singer. To be fair, as long as he was in the room, your attention was always on him. He had finished fixing his hair and he was now looking for something in his makeup bag. He pulled out some glittery eyeshadow. You were still staring at him, having completely forgotten that you were in a room full of people. As Luke leaned in to apply some of the eyeshadow one of the buttons on his shirt popped open and you could clearly see his chest and abdomen through his reflection in the mirror. So many thoughts clouded your mind at that instant.

"Fuck, Luke" you almost moaned. He turned around to face you and a smirk appeared on his face. Wait, what? You couldn't have said that out loud, could you? You quickly scanned the room and realized everyone was staring at you. You could see Michael could barely control his laugh, knowing you had kept this secret for years now, it must have been hilarious to see you drop it that easily. You panicked more than you ever had before, stood up, and run away from the room as you muttered a quick "sorry". You headed to the rooftop, thinking there probably wasn't anyone there and a bit of fresh air could be good for you.

You sat on the ground looking at the view of the city from up there. After a couple of breathing exercises, you had calmed down almost completely. How could you have been so stupid? It would have been so easy to keep that thought to yourself. Now you were sure everyone was going to make fun of you if you ever dared to walk back into that room, and you didn't even want to begin to think what Luke would say. You heard the door to the rooftop open.

"Mike, I'm not in the mood" you said adding a big sigh right after, hoping Michael would go back without saying anything.

"I'm not Michael, but if you're not in the mood I can go" you looked at the door as soon as you recognized Luke's voice. Your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as you made eye contact.

"Uhm, no, Luke, it's fine" you cleared up your throat trying to make your voice sound a bit stronger. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to say that" you tried to explain as he sat next to you, closer than he would normally, you noticed.

"You didn't mean to say that or you didn't mean for me to hear it?" Luke asked with a smirk constantly drawn on his lips. You hid your face behind your hands and looked down, embarrassment flooding your whole body. You hated that he was enjoying this situation so much. "It's okay, I think you're very attractive too" he said giggling right after. Your heart almost stopped at his confession.

"I never said that Hemmings" you replied looking back at him to discover he was even closer than before. You stared at his beautiful eyes getting lost in them. You had never had the chance to enjoy them that close and you had to admit their blue ocean color was stunning. You could have sworn you heard Luke saying something but you were far too distracted to understand him. "Excuse me, what?" you said shaking your head to escape your thoughts.

"There's no way you can deny it after that" he laughed and you couldn't help but giggle too. You were impressed by his confidence but you were loving getting to know this new side of him.

"You've got me, okay? I'm sorry, you're just way too distracting this close"

"What about now?" he said moving his head even closer.

"Even more"

"And now?" he moved as close as he could without your noses touching each other.

"Luke, don't play this game" you warned him, trying to stay as calm as you could with your heart beating faster than it ever had before.

"Why not?"

"Because I will end up hurt" you answered sincerely backing up from him just a little bit. Luke's smirk faded at your words and he frowned.

"I would never hurt you, y/n"

"I know you wouldn't do it intentionally but I like you too much to do this"

"We can do more, then"

"What do you mean?"

"I'd love to do more with you. I've wanted to do more with you for a long time now" he said making you smile shily.

"So, it wouldn't be just one kiss?" Luke shook his head no. "It wouldn't be just one fun night?" Luke shook his head no. "It wouldn't be just one date?" Luke shook his head no. "Okay, then. You can come closer now" You shifted your position so you were facing him better. Luke moved his head as he placed his right hand on your face, making you melt at his touch that felt comforting and burning at the same time. He stopped as close to you as he could letting you be the one to decide if you really wanted this and you did shortly after, closing the space between you with a soft kiss. When you pulled away you felt breathless even though the kiss had been short.

"Fuck, Luke"

"Is that your favorite phrase now?" you both laughed and he was soon leaning in to kiss you again. You opened your legs and he moved so he was in between them and in front of you. The kiss deepened quickly, the sexual tension between you two being too strong to ignore. Luke bit your lower lip with just the right amount of pressure before pulling apart from you. You pouted making him smile.

"We don't have a lot of time now" he said sitting up on his knees and rolling one of his hands through his blonde curls.

"I know" you replied trying to compose yourself.

"But if you want" Luke's smirk appeared on his face once again making you nervous "I can do something before the show, you just have to try to be quick" you couldn't deny his request, being already so worked up, so you nodded frantically. "I love that you're almost begging for me with your eyes, baby" Luke whispered to your ear biting your earlobe right after. A soft moan escaped your lips at his words. "Let's see if your body is as ready as you are". Luke's hands caressed your breast over your shirt shortly, pinching your nipples taking advantage of the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. Your breath accelerated at his actions.

"I'm so glad I chose to wear a skirt today" you said with a raspy voice and Luke hummed in agreement. Luke's hands traveled through your waist down to your legs and up and down your inner thighs a couple of times. You shivered when his right fingers traced your outer lips over your panties.

"You are so wet for me, y/n. You don't know how good it feels to know I did that to you" you moaned louder at his dirty talk. You two had never been intimate before and you already felt like he knew how to get your head spinning. Without any more talking he pushed your panties to the side and your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the cool air hitting your core. Luke left open-mouth kisses all over your neck as he started to run his fingers through your folds. His thumb drew circles on your clit, increasing his pressure and speed every couple of seconds. You threw your head back from the pleasure and Luke took this as a chance to suck harshly on the spot of your neck he was kissing before. Both of you knew it would leave a visible mark but you couldn't care less. You kept moaning softly at his actions, starting to feel light-headed from the pleasure. Just the thought of Luke being the one making you feel this way had you getting closer to your release. He pushed your legs apart a bit more before introducing one of his long fingers inside of you, not too quick but not too slow either. He watched you, observing your reaction. Your back curled and your lips parted. "Feels good, princess?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"Oh my god, yes. Keep going, I'm already close" you said moving your hips involuntarily. He did as he was told and picked up a pace with his finger, adding a second one as soon as he felt you were lubricated enough. After barely more than a minute the knot on your abdomen was growing rapidly and about to explode. Your moans got louder and you started to clench around Luke's fingers.

"You're doing so good for me" Luke praised, having realized his words had a clear effect on you. Suddenly someone knocked on the door to the rooftop.

"Luke, we need to be on stage now!" you heard Michael yelling from the other side of the door. Luke quickly placed his left hand on your mouth while the other one kept working on you, slowing his pace.

"Just give me a minute, I'll be right there!" he said looking at you as if to ask if a minute was enough, you nodded, feeling your release approaching by the second.

"y/n, are you okay?" you cursed Michael on your head for worrying about you right now.

"Yes, she is!" Luke answered for you.

"Can she speak for herself?" he insisted. Luke took his hand off your mouth carefully and stopped the movement of his fingers knowing it would have been impossible for you to talk otherwise.

"I'm fine Michael, just give us a second!" you tried to sound as normal as you could.

"Okay! But only a minute Luke or they'll kill us!". As soon as you heard Michael's voice fade away as he turned back from the door Luke started thrusting his fingers into you at a newfound pace, way quicker than before.

"Oh fuck, Luke, just like that" you said as your right hand traveled to your clit to massage it just the way you knew would get you off. Luke placed his left hand on your back just to keep you stable.

"You did so good talking to Michael, babygirl. I know you're close, I can feel it, just let go" Luke kept praising you and maintaining his pace and after just a few seconds you felt the knot on your abdomen exploding and a rush of adrenaline clouding your brain. After helping you through your high, Luke pulled out his fingers and sucked on them making you groan.

"That was so good" you breathed coming down from your orgasm.

"I know. Tastes very good too" Luke said kissing you once he had finished cleaning his fingers so you would taste yourself in his mouth.

"Can't wait to do more with you, Luke. Now go before they come back looking for you, I'll be there as soon as I can walk" you giggled.

"Do you think the crowd will like it if I wear my shirt like this?" Luke asked and you realized he had never buttoned it up.

"Oh you wouldn't dare Hemmings"

"Watch me" he said standing up and walking towards the door "I need something to get your attention on me and get you ready for me again". You rolled your eyes as he went back inside the arena. A couple minutes later you were on the side of the stage, watching their show, locking eyes with Luke every couple of minutes. You ran to the backstage area right before the show finished and started talking to the stage manager about how good it had been. Suddenly you felt someone's hands on your hips.

"Michael! That was amazing!" you said turning around.

"You're gonna have to stop thinking I'm Michael, but thanks" Luke replied pushing you softly until your back hit a countertop while he kissed you, the conversation you were having long forgotten.

"Everyone's watching, Lu" you said as soon as the kiss finished with a shy tone and blushing.

"I love how easy that nickname rolled off your lips" he stated making your blush more evident. "If you're okay with it, I don't care if they're watching, let them see us now that I can finally have you". You weren't expecting Luke to be so affectionate towards you in front of others this quick, knowing he had always been reserved when it came to relationships. But the fact that he wanted to be seen with you made you feel safe and confident. You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed you by your thighs and sat you on the countertop. You pressed your forehead to his, just enjoying this newfound proximity that made you both feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Ew, lovebirds! Finally, I guess" Michael said making you both jump. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you, both of you being aware of how long you had wanted this. "Now if you do anything and I mean anything that upsets her, you won't have anywhere to hide, do you understand?" Michael said as he pointed at Luke with his index finger. Luke nodded and you laughed.

"Do you wanna come over tonight, y/n? We can finish what we started earlier" Luke said knowing you'd blush at him saying it in front of your best friend. You felt so bad for your answer but you had to say it anyway.

"Uhm, I am so so sorry but I had already promised Michael a game night" you explained.

"I see, so a girl has her priorities set, friends over dicks" he joked making your blush increase.

"You should know she'll always choose me first, Luke, that's just how it is" Luke laughed and held up his hands as a defeat sign. You loved that they were best friends too.

"But if you can and Michael is okay with it maybe you could join us?" you said hopeful, wanting to enjoy the company of both of them.

"I don't know about that" Michael said quickly. You looked at him pouting knowing he couldn't resist you, just as you couldn't have resisted him if the tables were turned. "Okay, okay, I can never say no to your puppy eyes". You cheered with content making Luke look at you with adoration. "But, I have one very important condition" you nodded "no PDA, please. I don't think I'd survive".

"Fair enough" Luke said hugging you and pulling you down from the countertop. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning to Michael. He was looking at you with a disgusted face making you laugh.

"Sorry, sorry, that was the last one" you promised.

"I sure hope so". The three of you headed to Michael's place after saying your goodbyes and spent the rest of the night playing videogames and eating pizza. You felt like you couldn't have asked for anything more and you were excited to see how things with Luke would be from now on.

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[hemmingslftv]

Groupie {l.h.}

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Rating: R (MINORS SHOO)

Contains: choking, multiple orgasms, p in v (use protection kiddos), blowjob, pent up emotions

Word Count: 3.6K (whoopsies)

Request: Yes! Groupie w Luke?

A/N:  The groupie series continues.  Oh my god she’s BACK???? I AM HI. Luke Hemmings comes into play in this one.  I love that you guys love this series so much, and I’m sad that this is the the second to last one in the series. I am completely sorry that this will be my last smut posting (or is it).  I couldn’t just leave you all without something to remember me by.  I’m not leaving, but I hope you all really like this one, because I love the groupie series, and I hate that it’s slowly coming to an end.  This blog has been my life for the past six years and I really appreciate all of you that have stuck around throughout all my slow updates.  I love you all, enjoy this.  xox - Alyssa

Sometimes, the unexpected can happen, and the unexpected hits you at the worst times.  I tend to believe this statement.  The world likes to make things the worst at the worst times, and you just have to live with it.  And somehow, I had weaved my way into a job that I absolutely despised.  Money was tight, and I needed to pay rent on my apartment.  This was my way of getting extra money.  The infamous band so called ‘5 Seconds of Summer’ had sent an email to my employer asking if any women would like to join them on tour.  Since my boss knew I needed extra money, he forwarded me that email.  I took the job, however reluctantly.  I met the band, introduced myself and we went from there.

Life on tour seemed almost surreal, I got to go to places I had never dreamed of going.  I saw sights that each city held near and dear: the Chicago Bean, The Big Apple in New York, The Vegas Strip, Disney Land in California, Mount Rushmore in South Dakota, Yellow Stone Park in Wyoming.  The list could go on forever.  I was in a dream land for the first few months, the head producers for the show basically being my personal chauffeur’s.  But, somehow, I had not realized that the band had taken a peculiar interest in my standings on tour, one in particular.

The lead singer, Luke Hemmings took interest in me almost immediately.  The tall, lanky blonde always looking at me from across the room, making faces that sent me into shivers.  I shied away, uncomfortable with his never ending stare at first.  They only got more intense as I started to unload on the bus.  His baby blue eyes would always find mine and he’d continuously stare me down.  Sometimes I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.  It made a chill run down my spine at the thought of laying underneath him and having him take me.  I started to think more about that, and I that’s when I realized just what I was here for.  The email hadn’t been very specific, but I could put two and two together.  I had signed up to become a groupie for this band.

I found myself staring back at Luke as the months went on, my own mind travelling to a place I hadn’t even thought of.  My teeth would clamp onto my bottom lip as I averted my gaze from his.  These type of exchanges went on for a few months until Luke finally sat down next to me one day.  It was the first time he had actually said a word to me.

“I see you staring at me, baby,” he said.  I glanced at him from my peripheral, eyeing him cautiously.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to act innocent, crossing my legs.  I saw him roll his eyes at my lie, seeing right through me.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart,” he almost growled as his overly large hand landed on my upper thigh.  I whimpered, trying to keep my eyes down as I watched his hand run up my leg.  

“Luke, no,” I said, pushing his hand off my thigh and standing up.  I trudged away.

That had been the last time he had even uttered a word to me.  There were a few stray glances thrown between the two of us, but nothing other than that.  Luke had seemed to make it his own personal mission to stay as far away from me as possible.  I just sat there, knowing that my job was to be his, and his alone.  But, could I do that if he was being so elusive 75% of the time? 

I was never one for first moves, but I mustered up enough courage to do so one evening while Luke was mindlessly strumming his guitar.  I walked in front of him, sitting myself down next to him, watching as his fingers plucked the vinyl, beautiful sounds coming from the barrel.  I watched in awe, seeing his nimble fingers pluck at the strings, making the beautiful vibrations.  He never seemed to notice me, too enthralled with his guitar to pick up his head.  

The melody sounded like something I had heard before, but it wasn’t one of his songs.  I recognized it as Twenty One Pilots’ Car Radio.  It just happened to be a favourite of mine.  I closed my eyes listening mindlessly as I tried to pin what verse he was playing with the notes.  Sometimes quiet is violent, I find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside, it’s on my sleeve. I hummed the lyrics to myself as he continued to play through the chorus.  I rested my back against the wall, watching his fingers move fluidly to strike the notes of the song as it hit a bridge and a beat drop. 

“I love that song,” I accidentally said out loud, causing the blonde in front of me to look up, startled.  My eyes widened, mouth falling slack into a state of surprise, a pink blush covering my cheeks as I pressed myself against the wall further, thinking I could melt into it, be invisible.  

“{Y/N} what are you doing here?” he asked me then, setting his guitar down on the stand next to the bed.

“I heard you playing and I wanted to see for myself?” it came as more of a question than a statement because of the nerves that had spiked through my body.  My fingers were twitching at my sides, I could feel them.  

Luke cocked his head, patting the spot next to him on his bed.  Cautiously, I made my way over to him, sitting a good distance away from him to keep my personal space intact.  He chuckled at my state of shock, taking my upper arm and tugging my frame towards his.  I reluctantly slid closer, feeling his arm brush my own.  I subconsciously moved to cross myself, uncomfortable with our proximity.

“I won’t bite, I promise,” he said lightly, tapping my thigh.  I flinched just a tad, but it was enough for him to withdraw his hand and place it in his own lap.  His other hand came to ruffle his hair, bringing the curly locks into a better position. I was staring at this point, and he could tell.  

Luke’s eyes locked on my gaze, a smirk turning up his small pink lips as he caught me red handed.  I had no strength to avert my eyes, just kept staring at him like I was a puppy who wanted a treat.  He was now so close to me that I could smell his breath coming off his lips; it was minty, like he had just brushed his teeth.  My teeth clamped onto my bottom lip, tugging on it as we both got lost in each other’s gazes  “{Y/N}..” he started, but I was quicker.  

My mind had shut down, and my body was doing whatever it wanted.  I leaned over him, knees on either side of his lap, straddling him.  Luke’s eyes followed my movements, now having to look up at me.  His rather large hands found my waist, anchoring me to him so I wouldn’t tumble backwards.  I sat there for a few moments, trying to figure out what I had just done, but my thoughts were interrupted by his lips.  They were soft, moist and gentle.  I was’t physically or mentally prepared, but my body somehow knew what was happening.  My eyes fluttered closed as I kissed him back, slow at first, but then he started to get rough.

Luke’s hand gripped the end of my tshirt, balling it in his fists as he attacked my mouth with his own.  My hands mindlessly tangled in the golden locks of his hair, pulling ever so slightly.  I felt Luke smile into the kiss, tugging upwards on my shirt, wanting it off.  I relinquished my hold on his hair, holding my arms straight up so that he could remove the offending fabric off my body.  He tossed the shirt somewhere in the room, before he moved his head to place open-mouthed kisses along my neck.  “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed between kisses.  I couldn’t help the blush that tinted my chest, a sigh of contentment coming from my parted lips.

Quick fingers came to unclip my bra, the straps sliding down my shoulders as Luke pulled yet another piece of clothing from my heated skin.  I couldn’t seem to catch my breath, he was everywhere, and I was getting impatient.  My hands wandered towards the end of the tattered black tee adorning his chest, tugging upwards as he mimicked my movements from earlier so I could get his shirt off as well.  I pushed him backwards so I could sit atop his broad figure, readjusting myself so I could show some love to his toned chest.  

My lips ghosted over his chest, planting kisses every now again as my hands ran over his stomach.  Sounds of appreciation came from the man below me as I did my best to not collapse in awe at the beauty of Luke Hemmings.  Calloused finger tips grazed my jaw line as his face raised upwards to capture the edge of my jaw in his lips, harshly sucking on the skin there.  Blood rushed to the placement, a red bruise surely being formed.  My hands reached for the button of his jeans, expertly getting it undone and sliding his pants down his legs, throwing them into the pile of clothes.  My eyes followed my hands, graced with the sight of the tent in his underwear, eyes widening only slightly, enough for him to notice.

“Think you can handle that?” he asked, a hint of cockiness in his voice.  I huffed, glaring at him from under the hair that was in my face.  I pushed it out of the way, meeting his crystal blue eyes, wild with excitement and lust.  I hesitated to grip the waistband of the only piece of clothing separating me from the unknown, but my hands were faster than my mind, I pulled off the tight piece of cotton, watching as his member sat up against his abdomen, swollen and red.  Luke chuckled at the face I made, but I quickly shut him up as I took him in my hands.

I spread the precum dripping from the tip as lubrication, slowly pumping my hand up and down his shaft.  A hiss left his lips, and I looked up to his eyes closed and his arms anchored behind his head.  My tongue darted out to wet my lips, before I leaned over him, taking his dick in my mouth.  A sigh left his parted lips, finally getting what he wanted.  I relaxed my jaw, taking as much of him as I could without gagging, and moving my hand around the rest of him.   My mouth moved expertly, tongue swirling around him every so often.  I breathed slowly through my nose, hollowing out my cheeks so that he could get the feeling of my mouth around him.  A sharp intake of breath from him indicated that I was doing well.  I started to bob my head up and down a little faster than before, really taking him, his hips started to buck up into my mouth, whimpers coming from his mouth.  The hands that were previously behind his head came to pull my hair into a make shift pony tail that he could hold onto.  I moaned at the feeling, sending vibrations to his shaft which only egged him on more.  

Luke started to push down on my head, and immediately I relaxed my jaw and let him do what he wanted, I felt my nose touch his pubic bone, and the tip of his dick at the back of my throat.  I swirled my tongue around him once more before was pulling me off of him.  I whined at the disconnection, pouting.  “ I don’t wanna cum yet,” he whispered, using his hold on me to pull me into another heated kiss.  My hands quickly gripped his hair again, pulling on it as his traveled lower down my back, sinking into the leggings that were donning my legs.  Quick hands pushed me back, my shoulders sinking into the sheets on his bed.  

Luke quickly rid me of my leggings, throwing them in the pile of our clothes in the room.  His mouth traveled down my exposed abdomen, making sure to mark me wherever he saw fit.  My hips pushed upwards, craving any sort of friction in the midst of all the teasing.  Large hands came to swat my hips so I couldn’t squirm. A whine fell from my lips as he chuckled at my position. Clouds of bliss covered my eyes, so much so that I didn’t realize he had began rubbing me through my panties. A sigh of relief left my lips as I finally got the friction I had been wanting. I crained my neck to look at him, hair disheveled, stubble from a few weeks of not shaving covering his jaw. The everlasting smirk on his face disappearing as he ripped my panties from my hips. I raised my back so he could get them off me, no sooner had i did that, his large arm was coming to hold my hips down again.

“I think you’ve been wanting for quite some time now,” he breathed with a chuckle as I fought every muscle in my body to stay still. “Tell me you want this,” his fingers trailing dangerously close to my wanting center. A low moan came from my mouth as I squeaked out a ‘yes’. That was all he needed; his thumb began to press harshly against my clit, rubbing circles every now and again, driving me crazy. I tossed my head back, sighing in contentment as I reached for whatever I could hold on to. “Look at me,” he mumbled, making me raise my head. Once I did, I almost moaned because his lips were on my inner thighs, like lighting, he planted a kiss to my clit before he really gave me what I wanted. My body writhed in wait, waiting for him to do something. It’s as if he read my mind, his hand turned the other way, thumb pressing against my clit as he slipped one of his fingers inside me. Eyes screwing shut, hands clenching the sheets, I let out a breath of relief.

My hands flew behind me, gripping onto the plush cases of feather pillows that donned his bed. I squeezed my eyes shut as he worked with me, stretching me in the most glorious way. “Please,” I whined, surprising myself. I had never been a beggar, but I was finished with the teasing he was surely enjoying. Luke chuckled from his position, swatting me, the echo of skin on skin contact radiating through the room. My hips jutted upwards again, craving more than what he was giving me; Luke swatted me again, this time dipping his mouth towards my center. A chaste kiss was pressed to where I needed him most. Due to the everlasting teasing, a jolt of electricity hit me, a whimper leaving my mouth.

Slowly, he added another finger, eliciting a moan from me. I was rolling my hips in rhythm with his movements, a tight knot forming in the pit of my stomach. I gripped his hair harshly, pushing him down more; he was faster than me. He gripped my wrist and held it to the mattress, halting his movements. I huffed, annoyed and deprived, watching him as he towered over me.

“I don’t think so,” he stated, gripped my hips and flipping me so I was on my stomach, head facing away from him. I lowered my head to to the mattress, bracing myself for what I knew was moments from happening. I felt the mattress dip with his weight, hands on my hips, searing my already heated flesh. He grabbed my throat, forcing my body upwards, thumb and fingers pressing on either side of my neck. “Tell me what you want,” he rasped, putting more pressure on my throat. I let out a low gasp, my vocal cords refusing to work in that moment. “Fine, be like that,” he stated, gripping my hip bone with his other hand, steadying me, thrusting smoothly into me.

I choked out a groan, my arms winding around his neck to hold myself up. “Oh, my god-I” I couldn’t form coherent sentences, my mind fogged from lust and the rocking of his hips. He let go of my throat and I fell forward, catching myself on my elbows. It was then that he really went to work. His hips snapped forward with a purpose, moving my body forward so much that the headboard smacked the wall. “Luke, I-fuck” still no coherent sentences. The knot that had formed earlier was now in full force and ready to spring.

“I can feel you clenching,” he chuckled darkly, running his fingers along my shoulders, planting kisses there to soothe me. “I know you want too, cum for me baby,” he said. My eyes screwed shut, all I saw was stars as my body convulsed below him, an animalistic moan ripped through my throat as I fought to control my spasmic movements. He made sure to hold my body tightly, rubbing circles on my hips as he worked me through my orgasm. “We’re not done,” he breathed, flipping me to the side. He laid down on his back, propped on his elbows. I gawked at him, legs still trembling, but knew what he wanted. My strength came back almost instantly as I straddled him.

He helped me guide himself into my dripping core, and I adjusted yet again. My body shivered with pleasure, already beginning to clench around him again. I willed myself to relax as I put both of my palms on his chest and moved myself upward. Luke hissed under me, one of his hands reappearing from the mattress to stroke my stomach. I moved myself slowly, grinding against him every now and again just for good measure. My head lolled back with the pleasure of it, but he wasn’t having my lazy movement. Large hands came to stop my hips just above his pelvic bone. I quickly snapped my eyes open before he thrust his hips upward to meet mine. I collapsed to his chest, feeling him hit a spot that made my vision go black.

“Luke, right there” I cried, holding onto him for dear life. I felt my second orgasm climbing rapidly, I knew it was only a matter of time before I burst. A string of curse words fell from my mouth, I fought with my body. Luke kept snapping his hips with force. Then, he stopped. I jumped, taking over my slow movements from before. Beads of sweat dripped down both of our bodies, I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out. My thighs quaked with anticipation and pleasure. I lowered myself to him, pressing my lips to his; in a quick motion he gripped my hair, whispering in my ear:

“Relax, baby, I’ve got you,”

I whimpered, the knot in my stomach threatening to break. Clammy hands came to scrape at his chest, surely leaving red trails of my nails. He hissed in response. He liked it. Noted. My chest glistened with sweat, the audible sound of skin on skin and the absurd amount of moans were the only things filling his room. I lowered myself again to his chest, hissing as he moved his hips in a way that made me wild. My eyes shut hard, broken moans coming from deep in my chest as I fought with every nerve ending in my body.

“Luke, please, please,” I sobbed, sinking my teeth into his neck. He hissed again, swatting my rear for the third time. He snarled out a final ‘let go’ into my ear. That was all I needed. I fell into his chest, feeling his cock twitch inside me just the same. Ripple after ripple of pleasure scorched through me, before he roughly grabbed my hips, forcing himself to snap upwards. Chasing his own release, I coiled again, not even having come down from my previous orgasm; he already had me chasing another one. “Oh, my god, oh my GOD,” I rambled, hearing him groan under me as he once again told me to come, but with him this time.

For the final time, I collapsed, feeling his cum, hot and warm, spurt on my chest. Somewhere in between me finishing, and barely knowing, he had pulled out. I let out a laugh, trying to catch my breath.

“You okay?” Luke questioned from beside me, running a hand through his hair that I surely had messed up. I couldn’t help but giggle, bringing my hands up to cover my reddened face.

“I’m more than okay, that was pent up for a long time,” I stated, staring at him, watching his lips pull to a grin. He nodded, too tired to say anything else. Somehow I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we did this.

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You’re the only one that makes me (m.c)

You, again - Epilogue

Pairing: Soulmate! Michael Clifford x Fem! Soulmate! Reader

Summary: Epilogue of a love story

Warnings: Smut. Porn without Plot basically. Unprotected sex in a relationship. Oral (both receiving) Exhibitionism kink. Language. Some grammatical mistakes (English is not my first language I’m sorry)

Word count: 3.8k

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“Knock, Knock!”

Y/N’s eyes snapped toward the door, an immediate smile forming on her face as she saw her boyfriend, Michael, leaning against the frame with a smile almost as wide as hers. He lifted his hand, holding a paper bag, declaring the purpose of his visit.

“Ugh,” Y/N nearly moaned “You’re an angel”

She got up to greet him as he walked toward her.

“And you,” He said as he pecked her lips, handing her the bag “Are very forgetful”

“This is the first time I forgot my lunch-”

“A lunch that I slaved myself to make so that my beautiful CEO girlfriend would think of me in her luxurious office”

Y/N laughed at his dramatics “It’s not luxurious,”

“It has solid walls, I’ll take that as a luxury”

They both laughed as they sat down, Y/N behind her desk and Michael in one of the chairs in front of it. She went up to put her lunch in the mini-fridge Michael convinced her to buy so that her new coworkers wouldn't steal her meal, and he took the time to admire her new place.

A soft, proud smile played on his lips as he noticed not much has changed since she transferred companies. She still had a few candles and her favorite flowers - that Michael made sure to provide new ones each week so that the room would always smell fresh - a soft playlist playing on her computer as she worked, and small action figures that decorated her set-up. But what caught Michael’s eyes was not anything that he already knew. No, what caught his eye were the new pictures that were set on pretty little frames along her desk.

There were a few pictures of Michael and Y/N, framed and propper; the one they took at Luke’s wedding, just a few months after they officially started dating; the photo booth pictures from the carnival; and the selfie they took at the beach, where she cupped his cheek and kissed him softly, proudly showing to the camera her dandelion mark, not afraid to hide it ever again. Alongside them, the picture that once hung in her room of her and Ian, her first love and soulmate, now changed frames and was proudly standing next to the vase of flowers.

Michael understood that he needn’t be jealous of the love Y/N still held for Ian. He was one of her first great loves and one of the hardest great losses she lived through, and she will always love him no matter what. But it wasn’t the same kind of love she had for Michael, it would never be. She will love them both differently till the end of time, but with the same passion and pureness as if it were the first time. In a way, he was thankful for Ian and so grateful he loved her right. Now, it was his turn to love her and he promised him and every star that he would love her with all his might.

“So…” Michael said, clearing his throat “The view it’s still great”

Y/N looked back at Michael and then at the giant windows that covered the outside part of her office, giving her a great view of L.A.

“I’ll never get tired of it,” She sighed, walking back to her desk “Much better than the view at another company I know…”

Michael smirked at her teasing “Excuse me? You always said you loved the view from my new office”

“Me and every single person that walks next to it, love” She giggled as he rolled his eyes.

With his new position, Michael now had the best office in his company. He was now the CEO and had every department respond to him - something that served as a lot of teasing and payback against his friends who now had to call him “Sir” whenever they were in a meeting. And even though the building walls were still made out of glass, he was more than happy to see his efforts were paying through.

Much like Y/N who got offered the same position at another company, well, more specifically, the rival company.

It would seem weird for anyone looking from the outside. A pair of soulmates working against one another in one of the most competitive markets there are? Yeah, totally bogus. However, no one but them and their group of friends knew how much they’ve worked to get to where they were. Their skills and talents were no match for one another, and having one of them be overqualified for a less deserving job is something that would always feel unfair to them. Still, they manage to leave everything related to work at work, never bringing them home or discussing it unless one of them needed to vent. They were soulmates, after all, of course, they would figure out a healthy way to deal with it.

“Agh, fine!” Michael conceded, throwing his head back “You have a better office than me” Y/N smiled proudly “But! I have the Fisher deal”

She gasped “No way!”

“Yes, way!”

“Michael, that’s great!” She leaned to give him a kiss “Oh, I’m so happy for you but so mad as well! We’ve been after that deal for weeks!”

“Well, now we know who’s the better CEO”

She squinted her eyes at him “You know I can call security to escort you out, right?”

“Oh, really?” He teased

“Really,” She nodded “One call telling them that someone from our most valuable competitor has infiltrated my office… You’ll be out of here in no time”

“And why is that?” Michael leaned over, and Y/N did the same.

“Because I’m the boss here” She smiled, whispering those words as she looked at him in the eyes, not missing the way they changed their gleam.

“Yeah?” He asked, darting his eyes from her lips to her eyes and back to her lips.

“Yeah, you have no power here”

“Don’t I?”

She recognized that look immediately as a smirk played on her lips. She leaned back on her chair, studying him for a second as she slowly shook her head “no” challenging him. Michael pushed his chair back, never once taking his eyes off of her as he tsked.

“I think you’re forgetting yourself, sweetheart,” He said lowly, pulling back his sleeves up to his elbows, letting his tattoos and his soulmate mark breathe into the sunlight that came through the windows.

He noticed the way her eyes scanned over his arms, laughing at the way she tried to hide the sudden chill that ran down her spine and failing miserably, just as he was failing to hide his own excitement. Michael leaned down again, his arm going under the desk just enough to slightly grace the skin of Y/N’s bare legs, thanking every god there was that she was wearing a skirt today.

Y/N hummed at the touch, maintaining her posture as Michael softly ran his hand up and down from her ankles to her knees, never going an inch above it. Always maintaining eye contact with one another.

“So…” He said, letting one of his knees hit the floor, soon followed by the other, “I think someone ought to remind you”

He sends Y/N a smile before kneeling down completely and crawling under the desk. All she could feel was his large hands against her skin, caressing it softly as he started to leave a trail of kisses all over them.

Michael could feel her skin getting hotter, but she didn’t squirm away from his touch. His hands went under the sides of her skirt, lifting it up at an agonizingly slow pace as he kissed the top of his thighs, eyes widening at the sight.

“Oh, god…” He groaned, feeling his cock chub up almost immediately. He heard Y/N giggling, which brought him back to reality. He couldn’t see her face, so he pinched her leg enough to make her yelp “May I know why you aren’t wearing any panties today, my love?”

His tone made her giggle a bit more, a sound that quickly turned into a moan when she felt two fingers pressing just above her clit.

“I don’t know,” She breathed, letting Michael spread her legs under the desk “As you said, I’m very forgetful”

Michael groaned as his eyes centered on her bare pussy, already wet and inviting, he couldn’t help but lean in and tease his lips over it, basking in the breathy sounds she made right after.

“Is that so?” He teased, pecking a kiss on her clit, and then another, and another… Until he felt her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling it just enough.

“Well, I… oh” She stuttered as she felt how he opened his mouth and licked a stripe along her center. Her fingers on his hair tightened “I was thinking of going over- ah. Going over for a visit but you beat me to it- Oh fuck!”

Michael always loved how quickly he could make a mess of her. Y/N L/N, the perfect girl, lost herself completely on a Wednesday afternoon, biting her lip and breathing heavily as her boyfriend was eating her out under her desk.

But, to be fair, he was already a mess for her. Her sounds, her breathing, her nails pulling on his hair every time he moved his tongue inside of her… He was drunk on her taste, lost in her bliss that created his own.

His hands moved to her hips, holding her down with a bruising hold as he dived more and more into her heat, lapping on her juices as if she were a whole damn meal. Bitting, pulling, kissing, sucking every inch of her, moving up and down her center as she squirmed and shivered with every sensation.

“How dirty, miss L/N,” He said, voice hoarse as he looked up to the gap between the desk and his lover, smirking at the way her hair was already a mess and her pupils blown over with lust “To walk around your office, going into meetings, talking with your co-workers… No one knew about your dirty little secret, huh? I bet you got wet just thinking about it”

Y/N couldn’t do anything but moan as she looked down, throwing her head back as she felt a finger near her hole.

“Did you want them to know?” Michael asked, teasing that finger in and out of her, but not deep enough to hit where she wanted it most. “Did you want them to know how naughty my girl is?”

“Michael-”

“Answer me, Y/N,” He said, now adding a second finger, quickening his pace but still ignoring her spot “Wanted to come into my office, no panties on to tease me?” She moaned loudly, but quickly placed a hand over her mouth “Wanted me to take you right there? Fuck you in the middle of my glass office and let everyone know you’re mine?”

“I’m gonna cum, Michael-” She cried “Please! I-”

“Answer me!”

“YES- Fuck! Yes!”

Michael added a third finger as he sucked on her clit, fucking her senseless and merciless. He could hear only her attempts to quiet her moans and a few of her stationary hitting the floor, assuming she’s grabbing on her desk as she came all over his fingers and mouth. But that wasn’t enough.

In an instant Michael was pushing her chair back, crawling under the desk in search of her lips. He kissed her with traces of her still on his tongue, making her moan into the kiss as she gripped on his shirt, bringing him closer to her chest. He grabbed her by the waist, hands trailing all the way to her ass, squeezing it as he picked her up and switched places with her. Now, he’s the one sitting on the chair while she’s straddling his lap.

She pulled away a moment later, a devilish grin on her face while her eyes roamed his still clothed figure. She leaned over him, pressing open mouth kisses to his jaw, feeling his hard cock press against her legs. A giggle escaped her mouth as she whispered in his ear.

“My turn.”

Michael barely had time to register her words before he saw her on her knees in front of him. Her eyes concentrated on the tent in his pants, softly palming him as he threw his head back, groaning the closest thing he could of her name.

“Fuck-”

“Someone’s excited,” She giggled when she felt him buck into her touch, taking her time at opening the button of his pants “Did I make you this hard, baby?”

Michael looked down at her with a crooked brow “Oh, is this what we’re doing now?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She said, freeing his cock from his briefs, letting her fingers trace along his shaft, teasing the tip. Michael hissed at the contact “I’m just stating a fact”

“Yeah?” He breathed “Which fact?”

“That I will always be the boss”

And before Michael could make a remark, Y/N dipped her head and took him in her mouth without a warning.

Michael moaned loudly, his hand flying to her hair and messing it up as she swiftly bobbed her head, taking more and more of him as she relaxed her throat. He was a goner, he knew from the moment he saw her this morning that there would be no way he'd ever come unharmed as he disarmed himself for her over and over again. And there she was, proving to him that he’s at heaven’s door every time she’s near.

He groaned as his cock hit the back of her throat, pulling on her hair just enough so she would look at him, and he nearly lost it right there and there. Her big, teary eyes looking at him adoringly as she released him with a loud pop, only to have her tongue lick from his balls to his tip, playing with the slit as she kissed him there, oh so tenderly, smiling before she winked at him - fucking winked at him - as she took him again.

Michael couldn’t help it anymore. He got up from the chair, still holding Y/N in her place as his fingers formed a makeshift ponytail with her hair. He looked down at her and she nodded, and that was all he needed before he started to thrust into her mouth, properly fucking her until stars appear behind his eyelids.

He could barely keep the sounds that escaped his lips. Just seeing her on her knees in front of him was enough to make him believe in angels. The way she concentrated on relaxing her throat; her hands gripping the back of his thighs, nails digging on his skin to keep him close; how she moaned around him, making the vibrations run from his dick to his entire body.

She was on her knees but he was the one begging for mercy. Pledging eternal loyalty to her and only her.

“Fuck- shit, come here,” He said through gritted teeth, feeling the familiar warmth of his climax spread through his stomach.

But Y/N didn’t budge, focused on her task as she challenged him with her eyes.

“Oh the fuck you won’t,” Michael said, pulling away from her and then pulling her up, making her sit on the top of her desk “When I cum, it won’t be on your face, kitten”

He put his hands on her knees and spread them apart as far as he could. He moved closer so that his cock was aligned with her entrance. He looked down at her, completely enamored by her big, doe eyes looking up at him and the way she bit her lip before nodding.

The feeling of being engulfed by her tight, warm walls was enough to make him groan and close his eyes in pure bliss. But he’ll be damned if he misses the way her eyes fluttered closed and how her lips parted in a small breath as she adjusted to his size, clenching around him even before he got to move.

“Michael…” She moaned, but he already knew what she was asking.

He leaned down and kissed her, softly pressing his lips against hers in order to ground her to the moment. To reassure her somehow that he was not going anywhere and, frankly, there was no other place he would rather be.

Soon, the kiss turned more heated as her tongue pressed against his lips, allowing Michael to deepen the kiss as her hips started to move against his.

Michael laughed humorlessly “Oh, kitten,” He said gravely, pressing his fingers against the skin of her hips “You really think you’re in control here?”

In a second, he picked her up from her desk and walked her over to the giant walls facing the busy city of L. A. He pressed her back against the glass and picked her up from the back of her thighs, making her cross her legs behind his back as he started to ram into her at a quick pace. No time left for breathing as the only sound coming out of her mouth were sinful moans.

It was almost animalistic the way his eyes turned into dark clouds of lust. He pulled on her shirt, breaking a few buttons of her chest so he could pull her breast over her bra, seeing them bouncing with each thrust he gave her.

“Such pretty tits,” He groaned, leaning over to suck on dark marks around her nipples, teasing his tongue over them before pinching them with his teeth “So fucking perfect,”

Y/N nearly yelled at the praise, biting on her hand to prevent being heard. This sparked something in Michael.

“Oh, no, no, no. Kitten,” He said with a dark laugh, pulling her hand away and pinning it above her head “If you wanted to act like a slut, you better keep the act”

In one swift movement, Michael put her down and turned her around so that her bare chest was now pressed against the window. Her skirt gathered messily around her waist, giving him a perfect view of her ass before a hand came striking a slap against one of her cheeks, making her moan against the glass.

“Such a dirty kitten,” He said against her ear, spanking the other cheek “Walking around her office with no underwear, waiting for someone to realize and fuck her properly like the slut she is”

“Fuck- Michael..” She moaned along the next two strikes against her bum “Michael, please!”

“But only I can fuck you like you deserve, right kitten?” He groaned, cupping her pussy with his hand and drawing sharp circles over her clit, making her legs shake against him “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Mike-”

“Say it!”

“It’s yours!” Y/N moaned, feeling her climax approach with every movement he made “It’s your pussy! I’m yours!”

“That’s right,” He smirked, rutting his hard dick against folds, swiftly accompanying the movement of his fingers “It’s my pussy. Only I can see it, only I can fuck it. And only I can make you scream”

He pushed in without a warning, making Y/N choke on-air as he started pounding on her, filling her up completely only to pull out and ram into her again and again and again…

“You like this, don’t you?” He groaned into her ear “Being fucked right in your office, letting everyone know just how needy their boss is” Y/N moaned “I don’t even think we locked the door, anyone can come right in and see what a mess you are for me”

Michael put his arm around her waist, pulling her up to his chest as he kept on fucking her. His hand then cupped her jaw, making her turn to face him as her parted lips breathed his name.

“You like this, knowing you would get caught” He stated with a shit-eating grin, then looking over to the window “Imagine how many people could be watching you getting fucked against your office window, wishing it was them”

“But is not-” She choked back a moan, looking directly at him “t’s not them. Only you, Michael- fuck- only you”

“Fuck, baby, yes” He moaned, feeling the way her walls clench around him “Show them you’re only mine”

In an instant, her lips were on his. Kissing him senseless as the sound of muffled moans and skin slapping against skin filled up the room.

“Fuck, baby I’m gonna cum” She cried as he picked up the pace, hiding her face against his neck.

“Yes, yes, yes,” He groaned “Cum baby, I’m right behind you. Fuck!”

She nearly collapsed against him. Her limbs went completely numb as she came all over him in an unexpected rush. Maybe it was the risk of getting caught or the sound of his moans in her ear. But the ringing in her ear only became louder as the name of her lover escaped her lips.

Michael felt her release dripping down his cock, her walls squeezing him with her orgasm and he couldn’t wait on it anymore. He pulled out just in time, coating her ass with his cum as she leaned over the glass, marking her hands on the steam that fogged the window. The sound of her name was the mantra that his lips would not let up.

He took a step back, letting his mind focus after seeing heaven once again. But he nearly died at the sight.

“Fuck,” He whispered, seeing his soulmate leaning against the big, glass window looking over the city with her ass popped out and covered in his cum “You’re a fucking piece of art, you know that?”

She laughed “And you,” She said, catching her breath as she stood up straight “Are a menace to productivity”

“Hey!” Michael said, grabbing a few of the baby wipes from her desk to clean her up. Gently caressing her ass and admiring the new marks that replaced the old ones “I wasn’t the one who forgot their underwear today”

“I don’t hear you complaining, though,” She said, grabbing the wipes from his hand and starting to clean him up as well.

“And you never will,” He said, smiling as he kissed her softly “God, you’re amazing”

Y/N smiled “I know,”

“And I love you,”

“I know that too” She kissed him, softly “And I love you more”

“Not possible,” He said, watching her fix her skirt and look down at her shirt “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that”

“No biggie,” She shrugged, walking over to one of the closet doors and taking a full change of clothes “I’m always prepared for times like these”

“For times like these?” Michael crooked an eyebrow at her.

“For when I’m “forgetful” “ She winked at him.

And damn. She was the boss.

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[hemmingslftv]

Could I request something about Ashton and the reader coming out as bi?

Dinner Shocks

Of course!! Sorry this took me forever 😭 hope u enjoy!!

pairing: ashton irwin x reader

word count: 794

warnings: talk of homo/biphobia

summary: reader coming out to boyfriend!ashton as bisexual

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Well this was it. You’d been with Ashton for a few months now, and were prepared to come out to him, feeling it was safe and a good time. To be completely honest with yourself, you weren’t nervous. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had negative reactions, because you had. You grimaced remembering when you came out to your family.

It had been nerve racking, and for good reason. Your family was quite religious, and you knew their stance on it already. It wasn’t in your favour. You weren’t planning on coming out, you were planning on just living as yourself once you moved out two years after. However, things never go to plan. Your girlfriend at the time was out to her family, and all of them completely understood your situation. They never held it over your head or anything, and you were overall happy.

That all ended when you two attended her senior prom, and news got back to your family. If you had just been seen dancing, you could’ve denied it. Your parents knew her as your best friend. It would’ve been simple to pass off as a dance between friends. Unfortunately for the both of you, there were photos all over online of you two kissing during the last song. Nobody in the school had known you were together before that, and you had both decided that would be the night you came out, as she was graduating a year before you and this was her final prom. All went to hell when the truth hit your family.

“You can’t be.” … “Nobody will want you.” … “You’re going to hell.” … “Make a choice.” … “You need to fix this.” … “We’ll get you a therapist.” … “I won’t have you as a child.” … “That’s disgusting.” … “You’ll cheat.”

You’d heard it all. And quite honestly? It had absolutely broken you at first. As it would anyone, these are the people who are supposed to love you no matter what. Not the ones who turn away when you find happiness. They never looked at you the same way after that, and you let yourself sit and hurt in it for a little while and then realized they didn’t deserve shit from you.

It was an awfully long process, especially after you and your girlfriend broke up, to realize that this was forever a part of you. It was either learning to love yourself as you or hating yourself for this for the rest of your life, and who wants that? Anyone who was worried you would cheat clearly thought very low of you and was insecure, and you didn’t deserve that type of relationship. You didn’t think Ashton would do that to you, so you weren’t worried about telling him.

He had expressed his support for the community multiple times, resulting in your comfortability in coming out to him. You weren’t going to make it a big deal, because to you, it wasn’t. It may be a huge deal to others, and that’s totally fine for them. But to you it was more of something that could be mentioned as an offhand comment, not anything that required a sit down conversation.

You grinned. There was a pride festival in your city tomorrow. You decided to ask Ash if he wanted to go. You’d been a few previous years, and wanted to go again. It was an awesome experience. You waited until he came over later that evening.

During dinner you brought it up.

“Hey Ash, there’s a pride festival tomorrow. Wanna go?”

He stopped chewing for a second to reply.

“Oh.. I mean, sure! That’s a little random don’t you think?”

“Not really. I know you’re an ally, so I figured you may want to go with me.”

“For sure; I’ve never been though so I just didn’t know if it would be odd for two straight people to go, you know? I’d love to though!”

You shrugged, appearing indifferent.

“Good thing I’m not straight then.”

“Yea good thing- wait what?”

He choked on his food. You stifled a laugh.

“You’re-“

“Yep. Bisexual, to be specific.” Your smile hadn’t left your face yet. He shrugged.

“Okay then. You asking to go to pride makes a fuck ton of sense now. Maybe drop a bomb like that when I’m not eating?”

His words were accompanied with a laugh, so you knew he wasn’t upset. After both of you finished dinner, hugs were given and more laughs were had. To say the least, this years pride was gonna be your favourite by far.

[hemmingslftv]

Could you please write something with Ashton? Maybe a friend to boyfriend type situation?

Partygoer

Yep!! This one was fun to write! Hope u enjoy and thx for the request!!

pairing: ashton irwin x reader

word count: 1225

warnings: mentions of alcohol

summary: you’ve had a crush on ash for as long as you can remember, and your feelings may be more mirrored than you assume.

<3

There are a lot of issues that come with being head over heels for a friend. The regular wishes for more, the small touches that leave you questioning them hours later because you’re desperate for a requited love, the sad moments of acceptance that you’ll never be anything more than friends.

You knew those issues. Much too well. Throw in a “drive you crazy” charming smile, and that would be the list of your problems right now. You had the biggest crush on your friend. Now, before anyone flips out, how could you be blamed?! I mean, let’s be real. From hazel eyes to wavy hair dyed black and a jawline that could cut diamonds… and don’t even get you started on the tattooed littering his forearms. Point blank period, Ashton was hot. He was caring, sweet, and an amazing singer. His good looks we’re just a bonus.

You two had been friends since you could remember existing. You were basically attached at the hip, doing almost everything together, except for Ashtons routinely gym sessions and meditations. You refused to get up at the ass crack of dawn for those. As you put it, “I can work out perfectly fine at a reasonable hour.” Didn’t stop him from attempting to get you to go with him though. You had to give him that, he was determined. When he wanted something, he normally persevered until he got it.

Luke was one of Ashton’s best friends, and had recently become a mutual friend to you as well. It didn’t take him very long to notice your behaviour and call you out on it.

“You like Ashton.” he stated. It was a fact, not a question.

“I do not!” you denied, not very well. A red blush had covered your face, as good as giving you away. Luke rolled his eyes.

“Bullshit. You are so far gone for him, I’m shocked he hasn’t noticed.”

“If you tell him I’ll murder you.” you threatened. Luke gave you a dead faced stare.

“I’m terrified. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it to myself. If it’s any consolation, all he talks about is you. So you might have a bigger chance than you think.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. You two were basically best friends. Of course he talks about you. Right?

“Wrong!” Luke chirped. “Michael is one of his best friends too, and his eyes don’t light up when he hears his name like they do when he hears yours.”

You didn’t say anything, mulling over the information in your brain. Eventually Luke headed off to either make out with Sierra, or to bother poor Petunia until she about bit him.

It’d been a few weeks since that incident, and you’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t thought about it nearly every day. What if there was a chance Ash liked you back? As more than a friend. What if he did want a future with you? It made you almost want to tell him, but there was the crippling fear of rejection and a broken friendship looming over your head. You were still hanging around with the rest of the band, as well as Ashton, you refused to let a silly crush keep you from an amazing friendship that had lasted decades. You were too close for that. You hoped. Unfortunately, Luke wasn’t the only one who noticed.

You were playing video games with Michael, as you did quite often.

“So you’re in love with Ash.” he said, casually, as if it was nothing.

Needless to say you got distracted and lost the game.

“What?” you replied, turning to him. He giggled.

“You’re in love with my best friend. We all know dude. Nobody looks at him like you do. It’s cute really, Crys keeps asking me if you two have gotten together yet. So the question is, when are you gonna ask him out?”

You were basically speechless.

“Um, never! He doesn’t like me like that! We’re just friends.” you spluttered out, this being quite the unusual and uncomfortable topic. Michael looked at you like you had four heads.

“The hell do you mean? Of course he likes you! He talks about you like you hung the damn galaxy for him. This is my best friend we’re talking about here, I’ve seen him fall for people before. I know what it looks like. Ask him out, before one of us does it for you.”

And with that, he restarted the game, conversation ended. You didn’t sleep much that night, weighing your chances based on what he had said.

Later that week, all five of you were celebrating the release of their fourth album, CALM, and you continued to congratulate all of them. Luke, Calum, and Michael were clinking glasses of whatever they were drinking, while Ashton and you were chatting on the other side of the room, him with a mocktail and you with a beer. You’d sooner cut off your own hand than shame Ash for his choice of sobriety. He had been through hell and back, and you’d faced your own struggles for your choice of limited drinking. You turned around to see Luke and Michael drunkenly dancing to Lonely Heart, Sierra and Crystal giggling in the corner.

Calum walked over, tipsy, but not as bad as some others, and outstretched his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

He had the goofiest smile on his face, and you laughed and allowed him to lead you to the living room, leaving Ashton in the kitchen, hiding a smile behind the rim of his glass.

“Are you two lovebirds getting together tonight?” he asked, halfway through High.

You giggled. “I wish. He’s just a friend.”

Cal grinned. “I’ll tell you a secret. He definitely wants to be more than friends. He told me so. Shoot your shot babe. I’ll be best man at the wedding.”

The song ended, and you decided to suck up your anxiety, and find your way back to Ashton. He was still in the same place, this time finishing a conversation to a friend you’d never met. As the other guy walked out of the room, he made eye contact and grinned.

That fucking smile.

“Is Calum done stealing you from me?” he asked, smile on his face.

“I wasn’t aware I belonged to you.” you replied, laughter clear in your tone. He shrugged.

“Do you want to?” he asked between sips of his drink. Your jaw dropped. He laughed.

“Not in a possessive way. I really like you. I’ve heard through the grapevine my feelings are returned?”

Hope was shining in his eyes.

“They definitely are.” you answered, still on the wave of liquid confidence. His face shone with happiness.

“So you won’t mind if I just…”

He trailed off, hand around your waist, pulling you closer into him, and dropping his head down to level with your lips. You grinned.

“Not at all.”

Tugging him in, you closed the distance between your lips and his, breaking into a smile a few moments later.

Behind you, Michael was giggling. Turning to Luke next to him, he outstretched his hand.

“Pay up buddy. Told you Ash would make the first move.”

Luke scowled before slapping a 20 into Michael’s hand, and walked off with a light grin on his face.

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He lets you pick his out lift for a show- Luke hemmings

Requested: no

A/n: I haven’t written an imagine in well over 8 months but I honestly want to get into writing again! My requests are open so please leave a request:)

Warnings: just fluffy cuteness also it’s really short because I have no ideas 💀

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Today we are in concord for the boys’ world tour! I can hear the fans screaming in excitement from all the way back stage. We are all sitting in the dressing room while we wait for pale waves to finish their set that just started and of course Michael and Calum are arguing over who would get to talk first tonight.

I chuckle to myself.

“What’s so funny huh?” Luke says as he pulls me down onto his lap and kissed my cheek.

“Them” I point toward the two in the corner and Luke rolls his eye playfully.

Then Ashton sighs and stands up from the sofa.

“Alright you two enough we have to get ready.” Ash walks between them pushing them away from each other.

The two boys grumble and playfully glare at each other and walk away to get dressed.

Ashton looks at us an facepalms.

“Sorry you’re the dad ash.” Luke laughs.

“Oh shut up!” Ashton laughs as well leaving the room to go to his own separate dressing room.

Now Luke and I are left alone and he gently taps my thigh as a sign to stand up.

“Sorry babe got to get ready before the guys yell at me.”

I poured.

“Awe don’t give me that face! Come help me pick what to wear.” He smiled holding his hand out for me to take.

“Finally!!” I ran to his clothes and found what I already had in mind for a few days.

I pulled out converse and his blue suit.

“Good choice!” He chuckles at my excitement.

“You know it’s my favorite I don’t know why you ask anymore.” I shrugged.

He grabbed me by the waist as I was walking by him making me squeal and hugged me close.

“I’m so glad you came with us on tour. I couldn’t be without you for this long.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Always Luke you know I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I blushed. “Now go get ready! Place washes is almost finished!”

Luke’s eye got wide and he zoomed into the bathroom.

“Thanks love!” He shouted.

God what would this man do without me.

[hemmingslftv]

Relaxing Is Work

Ouch. This one is a lot. Would not read if you’re not in a stable place tbh. If you choose to read I hope you enjoy it! There’s fluff mixed in too.

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

word count: 1610

warnings: mental health issues, mentions of disordered eating, anxiety, overworking (if i missed any lmk)

summary: Luke is burning out and you’ve got to get through to him.

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Luke was burning out. You could tell. He’d been at the studio for days on end, wearing himself raw, trying to write new songs and get things put together. You couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t sixteen anymore, but he was used to his life when he was: nonstop touring and working, no breaks. It was painfully visible it was starting to take a toll on him.

He knew you could tell. He knew everyone could tell. Despite that, he kept working himself. The rest of the band were getting increasingly worried for his health, both physical and mental. As he does, Luke worried about them when he should’ve been worrying about himself. He was basically trying to wait on them hand and foot when they had a bad day, but refusing to let them help him and insisting he was fine every time the tables were turned.

Your phone rang. It was Ashton calling. That fact was alarming enough, Ashton never calls unless he has to. It’s always a quick “Hey! Can we meet up at xyz to talk?”, or it was a text conversation. These facts being stated, you quickly picked up the phone.

“Ash?”

Anxiety was seeping into your tone, given all circumstances surrounding you. He noticed easily.

“Hey. Do you have a minute to talk? It’s important.”

“Yes of course. Luke’s working on some guitar stuff downstairs. What’s up?”

He sighed through the line.

“It’s exactly that. He’s working himself to death. Get him off the guitar. I told him to take today off. Has he eaten recently?”

You thought about it, and realized you hadn’t seen him this morning, so genuinely you didn’t know if he had.

“I’ll go check on him. Do you want to talk? I can put you on speaker if you want.”

“It’s okay. Just keep me on the line for a minute? He’s been a little snappy lately, probably from lack of rest.”

It didn’t take you long to reach the extra bedroom you had helped Luke convert into a home studio.

You knocked, but upon receiving no answer, walked in. You found Luke with headphones on and a guitar in his lap, clearly frustrated. Gently tapping his shoulder as to not scare him, you notified him of your presence in the room. He shot you a tired smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey Luke. Ash says you need to get off the guitar and that he told you to take the day off. Have you eaten anything recently?”

Luke’s smile dropped into a frown, dangerously bordering on a glare.

“You can tell Ashton that he’s not my fucking parent. And yes, I’ve eaten.” he snapped, turning back around and replacing the headphones over top of his ears.

“I assume you heard that?” you spoke to Ashton, knowing he was most likely listening.

“Yea. I did. Can I talk to him?” he asked, exhaustion evident in his voice.

You handed the phone over to Luke wordlessly, and walked out of the room. You went back to the kitchen, confirming there were no dishes on the table, in the sink, or in the dishwasher. There was an obvious lack of takeout containers anywhere. If Luke actually had eaten, clearly it wasn’t much.

You had no idea what Ashton was saying to him, but it was either threatening or words that would inspire the holy spirit himself, because ten minutes later, Luke walked into the kitchen and returned your phone, making a beeline to lay down on the couch, eyes almost immediately closing.

It took you a solid three seconds to get into the living room and sit on what space was left next to him, softly rubbing his back. He wasted no time in adjusting his laying position to put his head in your lap, silently prompting you to play with his hair. You laughed and obliged, running your other hand through his curls he decided to grow out, still leaving one hand resting on the small of his back. Luke was a physical touch magnet, this trait amplified by ten when he was upset or stressed.

You didn’t want to disturb him, but you knew you two needed to talk now or he would never want to.

“Luke?”

A muffled groan answered you, and then he turned his face to where he could be audible, but not dislodge your hand from his hair.

“We need to talk baby. You’re not okay.”

You tried to lighten the blow of your words by a soft kiss to his head, before your hand resumed running through his curls. His face was turned away from you, and you caught a telltale sniffle. You quickly lifted his head off your lap, helping him sit up against you, given that he was basically exhausted dead weight now.

Sure enough, there were tears streaming down his face. You wiped them away with your thumbs, resting your forehead against his before speaking.

“You can’t do this to yourself angel. You’re continuing to work yourself to the bone, and that’s not healthy. I know you’re used to it, and I am so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in the past. But for now, you’ve got to take a break.”

His eyes were still welling, and as you looked into them you truly saw how tired your boy was.

“I can’t just not work. I have to prove I’m good enough so the guys want me there.”

Your heart shattered.

“Luke Hemmings. Ashton called today to get you out of your studio and tell you you needed to not do anything. You work your ass off for this band. You have come so far, and accomplished so much. It is okay to rest. The guys love you like a brother, and they would rather you take a break and be happy, then have a run down lead singer. In the nicest way, you are no good for the band like this baby.”

Everything seemed to hit him like a train, and he just broke, chest heaving with sobs. You held him, and just let him cry it out. You knew he’d crash soon and fall asleep, and you’d be there to lift him and take him to your shared bed. True to your assumption, his crying ceased after a long while, and he fell asleep against you, not before weakly smiling at your whispered “I love you, angel.”

Your gym sessions had paid off, and his weight wasn’t nearly anything you couldn’t handle, which raised a new concern. He shouldn’t be something that was considered “light” for you to carry. Life had been absolutely destroying your boy from the inside and outside, and he had put on a brave face and dealt with it all alone. You felt like crying at just the thought.

You woke up the next morning to an overly cuddly Luke, surprising, but not unwelcome. You made sure he ate that morning, offering gentle praise and encouragement helping him when he needed it. Everything you could do to make him feel loved, you did. He needed something? You made sure it got done. He was your main priority, for as long as he needed help. You mentioned therapy as an option, knowing he may want to talk to someone unbiased. Ashton also offered his help, seeing as he had been where Luke was. Unsurprisingly, Luke chose Ashton.

You two were laying in your bed again, Luke having wanted more downtime. You were happy to adhere to it. A movie was playing on the TV, but neither of you were paying much attention, both curled up in each other’s presence. You had gotten a back piece before you met him, a mandala that covered the top half of your back. It was solely black and white line work, you having no plans to fill it in. Luke was absentmindedly tracing it with his fingers, before an idea seemed to pop into his head.

“I’ll be right back.”

He quickly got out of bed and scurried off into another room in the house, returning with a handful of something you couldn’t quite see.

“Can I?” he asked, looking at you like a child pleading for ice cream, brandishing a rainbow handful of markers he found. It was impossible to say no. He seemed to take your momentary hesitation as a declination.

“It’d help me relax…” he trailed off, face falling. You quickly smiled at him. He lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“Of course you can. Anything you want. Let me know where you want me to make it easier for you.”

Soon you were situated on your stomach, facing the tv, with Luke sitting cross legged next to you, picking a marker colour to start with. You could tell he was gently colouring, trying not to hurt you. He couldn’t be colouring very effectively.

“Luke.”

“Hm?”

“I’m not gonna break baby. Don’t worry about hurting me. It can’t be as bad at the tattoo itself.”

“Mhm.”

You turned your head to steal a glance at him. He was hunched over, golden brown curls fallen over his eyes, smiling with his tongue between his teeth. You hadn’t seen him smile like that in ages. It was a real smile. Fighting the urge to sit up and kiss him, you turned back to the tv, trying to catch up on the movie. You almost fell asleep with the gentle pressure of felt marker tips against your back.

Whatever makes him happy. As long as he keeps smiling. He’ll get out of this. You know it, and you’ll walk through hell and back for him until he does.

hope you liked!

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“Hmm baby” Luke’s arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed your neck. 

There you stood, baby blue lingerie that showed off every curve you had to offer him. Involuntarily your thighs clenched from the thought of what the night would bring. It had only been a month, but to the both of you it had felt like an eternity since you last had sex. Days filled with interviews, recording sessions, relying on his hand and you with your fingers. Heads filled of each other only helping bring you to your releases during the smallest bit of time you had in your schedules. 

“Fuck, I missed touching you” He groaned as he nipped at your neck, soft bruises forming as his lips trailed and sucked. 

Sighing, you tilted your head and felt your wetness gathering between your thighs embarrassingly quick.

Luke smirked as his hands trailed up your waist, gathering your tits in his ring clad fingers, “Already soaked for me?”. 

Despite teasing you, Luke knew he was equally as aroused and hard. He simply couldn’t help it. Every time he left in the morning and looked back, the image of you sprawled out on the bed with your ass peaking out beneath one of his shirts you stole. Since it has been summer, sometimes you wore no shirt at all and seeing your breasts made him drool as your nipples pebbled with the soft breeze of the AC hitting you just right. It all stayed stuck in his mind and made it completely painful. All he wanted was to cancel his plans for the day and wake you up to his head between your thighs and fucking you until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Cat got your tongue?”

You couldn’t speak, especially with the way his other hand had dipped down and rubbed at your clit through your panties making your knees buckle. Thank god he was holding you against his chest. 

Suddenly he stopped making you whimper as he slapped your ass hard and moved you towards the bed.

“Then hands and knees pretty girl, I’ll make the noise come out of you”. As quick as you could, you climbed up the bed, ass on full display making him groan internally.

You felt as your panties were ripped off, exposing your wet heat to him and felt him spank you again before gripping your right cheek. His rings had certainly left marks but you could care less, you welcomed it and stuck your ass towards him more as you fell forward on your hands from the low blow. 

“Oh you liked that huh? Should of know you would, you act so innocent for everyone else but your just a whore for me aren’t you baby?” Slap, “Aren’t you?” slap.

Releasing your bottom lip from your teeth you slipped out, “Y-yes Luke I love it. More please”.

Three, four, five more slaps. At the sixth slap though, luke slipped two fingers into your wetness and watched as your pouty lips gasped and started grinding against his palm. 

“Fuckin so desperate. Look at you, humping my hand. You wanna cum that bad already?”.

With his other hand he palmed his cock through his boxers watching you with lustful blue eyes. The only place he cumming was in your mouth and your pussy. 

“Please Lu I need it so bad. Please”. It was pathetic how early your begging for it, but Luke made you feel things no one ever could and every moment like this you craved. He felt the same way, which is what made you both so perfect.

Luke moved his fingers in and out of you faster, thumb rubbing at your clit harshly as he moved in closer to you, “Go on honey, there’s plenty more to come”. 

He pushed his hips in your ass, making you feel his hard cock, make you feel what would be stretching you out beautifully tonight in more ways than one.

You broke, cumming around his fingers as you lazily slow down against his hand but he continued nonetheless to finger you, watching as you finished. 

You thought he would go a little easy on you, but boy were you wrong as your head was forcefully lifted up, his hands in your hair as he guided you towards him. 

Opening your eyes you were faced with the pretty sight of his cock, hard and flush in his hand as he leisurely glided his hand up and down with his head tilted back and lip ring between his teeth. 

Your mouth opened in shock, the sight making you easily wet again as you were positioned on your knees for him on the bedroom floor. 

You watched as he dragged his head slowly down to look at you, he silver necklace glistening around his neck while he fisted his cock and smirked his pearly whites at you. He knew you were wet again by just watching him and the thought made him almost break. Almost.

“God your such a whore, you wanna suck my cock don’t you baby? I can see it those eyes of yours”.

This time though, you decided to push it and tease him right back. Slowly you crawled towards him, tits spilling out your bra as you fell back on your knees again right in front of him and took his cock into your hand. The sight alone had his veins pulsating. 

“I don’t just want to suck your cock daddy. I want you to fuck my mouth like the slut that I am for you”. Your hand sped up, precum gathering around the head as you stuck your tongue out and lapped up the taste of him.

The name was foreign sounding as you spoke but made Luke harder regardless. You both are not innocent and have used or tried many things in the bedroom.  From choking, to tying up, handcuffs, toys. But finding out now that the both of you had a daddy kink? That did it.

Before you knew it, your mouth and throat was full of nothing but Luke as he guided your head back and forth on his cock. Head tilted back and hand gathering your hair into a pony tail in his fist, he fucked your mouth fast and unapologetically. 

Breathy groans and moans tumbling out of his mouth as you took him, you gripped his thigh and moaned right back. It was so hot, the burning he gave your throat as your lips stretched around him and tongue glided as much as it could. 

The ache between your thighs was building as you moved a hand down and rubbed at your own clit. Still it didn’t feel enough as you whined. The noise made Luke glance down and seeing you touch yourself, he continued to fuck your face as he passed a pillow from the bed onto the floor.

“Use that to get yourself off, but don’t cum. Only a good slut gets to cum around daddy’s cock and you need to earn it first”. 

Moving up, you spread your thighs as your clit glided over the soft pillow perfectly and it made you moan. Desperate again you moved your hips and started sucking his cock as best you could with the way he moved through your mouth.

Daring to look up, you watched the angelic man in front of you, his free hand, nails painted   and running through his perfect messy blonde hair. Tears pricked in your eyes as you messily humped the pillow between your thighs, leaving it wet and glistening.

Luke loaded into your mouth, making you swallow every last bit of him. You let out small pants as he rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb and watched you hump the pillow.

“Look at you, so fucking pathetic. You want my cock that bad, beg I wanna hear it”.

“P-please daddy I need your cock, need you to fuck me with it, make me cum please, please. I-I promise I’ll be a good girl”. 

Satisfied Luke stood you up and guided to the bed, “Yea I know you will, cause your my good girl aren’t you. I’m gonna fuck you don’t worry sweetheart”.

Hands and knees again, Luke shoved his cock into you making you cry out, fisting the sheets. Your head hung but was quickly lifted by his hand pulling your hair as fucked in and out of fast and hard. Hips pushing against your ass it bounced, still red and pretty from the spanking he gave you.

Small “uh uh uhs “falling out your trembling lips as he made you take it, the headboard crashing in the wall with each thrust.

“Such a fucking whore but your pussy’s still so tight for me baby, even after all the damage I’ve done to you, feels so good”. 

His head tilted back, faster and faster he fucked you as your walls pulsed around him. 

“Luke!” You moaned, arching your back as he slapped your ass. 

Bang after bang the headboard continuously crashed, showcasing each of the thrusts Luke gave you happily. But he loved it, wanted everyone to know you were his and how well his girl took it for him.

You came, moaning louder than before as your orgasm flooded through you and onto him, but he wasn’t done. 

Laying his back against the headboard, he gripped your thighs and guided you into his lap towards his cock again.

“Your not done yet pretty girl, ride my cock and make me cum for you”. Despite the heavy orgasm you just received, it made you wet again as the words fell from his mouth. And how could you deny each other that feeling all over again?

As well as you could, with trembling thighs you sunk down on his cock and sat there for a minute.

But a minute was too long as he slapped your ass, “Get to work baby”. 

His head tilted back as he drunk you in, your breasts bouncing in his face as you took his cock like a pro. Moaning he un clipped your bra and threw it somewhere as he stuffed his face into your chest. Sucking your right nipple into his mouth and gliding his tongue over it, you gripped his hair in your hands, moving faster as the feeling encouraged you and whimpered.

“L-Luke fuck I-“ you whine as his hips began drilling into you, desperate himself at this point and switching to your left breast, making marks all over you again.

“Gonna fucking fill this pussy up, go on baby keep going for me almost there”. 

Your head tilted back, up and down you rode his cock as your hips angled towards him making his cock hit the right spot inside you perfectly. 

Then there it was as both of you came together. His cum shooting up right into you perfectly, groaning his arms hugging your waist and gripped your ass in his hands as he pulled you closer to him and kissed up your neck. Yourself with eyes closed and completely spent as your relief finished. 

After a couple minutes, now there the two of you were, in his arms, head on his chest his fingers traced shapes on your back. Your eyes looked up at him sleepily as the sub space started to hit you. 

“Go on go to sleep honey, I’ll have breakfast ready for us in the morning”.

Except breakfast meant two completely different things for the both of you. You drifted off, excited for smell of French toast and coffee while Luke. Well, Luke couldn’t wait to fulfill his promise to himself by waking you up with his head between your thighs. 

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Change

And we’re back! Based off of Change by Pale Waves after it came on spotify the other day 👀

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mentions of drinking; smut

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

You were at a party being thrown by a friend of a friend of a friend. Unfortunately, the few friends who connected you to the home’s owner hadn’t shown. Well, one had, but he seemed to be pretending that you don’t exist.

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Body Party (Luke Hemmings x F!Reader) [18+]

Description: You made it back to your hotel room just before Luke. It had been another amazing night for the boys on stage and it prompts a deviation to your usual post-show routine. Needless to say it leaves you no cleaner than you started.

Warning(s): strong language, pet names, 18+ MINORS DNI, shower sex, slight D/s undertones, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it sub!Luke, hair pulling, oral (f + m receiving), if I missed anything lmk!

Requested: Yes - shower sex with Luke Hemmings after one of his concerts!!

[A/N: this has been a long time coming (ha) but I’m super happy with how this turned out! Short and sweet but definitely not lacking in filth, if I do say so myself ;). As always, I’d love to know what you guys think and feel free to request more for Luke :) x - L]

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