42 & 46 & 90 with Cal pls? Fluffy bath time with Cal is my dream
OW OW OW OW, THIS HURTS ME HEART BECAUSE I WANT THIS SO BADLY!
42. “Holy fuck,”, 46. “Its bath time,”, 90. “Kiss me slowly,”
You threw yourself down on the couch after a long day of work, peeling off your heals as you laid back against the cushions, exhaling a long breath to try and reduce the stress coursing through your veins.
“Y/n? That you?” you heard a familiar husky voice call out from the upstairs making you perk up at the sound of your love.
“Agh,” you groaned out in confirmation
“Come up stairs,” he yelled back sweetly, you pushed yourself up off the couch and shuffled up the stairs, dragging slowly because of the weight of the day. You walked into the bedroom and found no Cal.
“Babe?” you called out, standing at the foot of yours and Cal’s bed, yours eyes catching on the bathroom door that was left a crack.
“In here,” he called back from the bathroom, the light was on and a warm scent drifting from the room, some steam slipping from beneath the door. Pushing the door open you found the bathroom fully done up, the bath was full and near over flowing with bubbles, the floor laden with candles, a bottle of wine and two glasses by the edge of the tub, resting on the white tile floor that had a few rose petals scattered across the floor, the atmosphere just so calming.
“Holy fuck, Calum, this is amazing, what is this?” you asked, your mind wracking to see if you had forgotten an anniversary or a birthday, which just goes to prove how stressed you were, worrying you may have forgotten your own birthday.
“It’s bath time,” he spoke, his voice soft “I thought you would be stressed so I wanted to do something for you,” he stood up and walked towards you, sliding his fingers under the hem of your blouse and lifting your it off of your body before quickly removing the rest of your clothes and doing the same with his. Grabbing your hand he walked you to the bath, both of you stepping into the soapy water that was just warm enough to soothe your muscles, his arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you close to him, his chest pressed against your back so you felt his heart beat against you, a rhythm that made you relax against him.
“Here,” he whispered into your ear as he handed you a glass of red wine which you brought to your lips, drawing a long sip as the alcohol tainted your taste buds, as you swallowed your head fell back onto Cal’s shoulder, looking up at the man you loved oh so very much, him looking right back down at you.
“Kiss me slowly,” you whispered up at him, a smile spread across his cheeks as you mumbled this to him, ducking his head down and colliding his lips with yours, it was a soft kiss, his lips tenderly working with yours. He bit your lip as he pulled away.
“Was that what you wanted?” he questioned making you smile
“No, I think I need a little more,” and he granted your wish happily.
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Cigarette smoke - Calum | 3
A/N: So.. here we are with the last part of Cigarette smoke, enjoy!
Still, please do not start smoking! Furhtermore, there will be more added to my masterlist, some old things I wrote on Wattpad - but not sure when (still need to overread it etc..)
Also guys I’m not sure about this tagging thing, but I just tagged some people that commented under the last post so yeah...
→ Part 1 / Part 2
Love you + enjoy ♥
It took you a whole week to answer him. It just wasn’t your intention to answer him in the first place. You had an unbelievable evening, but continuing would only raise deeper problems. You didn’t know what you were, especially not after he clearly stated that you aren’t a groupie for him. Would you start dating? Would you start a relationship with each other or would just become friends with benefits? For you it seemed much easier, to stay strangers who shared a kiss or maybe more than one.
It worked for awhile until you started to miss him while smoking. It was so easy to talk to him, easy to smoke with him and just easy to be with him.
As you stood outside on your little balcony with a cigarette between your lips, you finally dared to call his number. A few seconds passed before someone finally picked up the phone.
“Calum’s phone.”, you tried to breathe, you wanted to sound as casual as possible. From the voice your heard through your phone you knew that it was Ashton. Someone you did not want to talk to, you did not want to be judged by your final decision. Even though you did not know what your final decision actually was.
“Ehm, hi. Y/N here, could you let Calum know that I called?”, it was noisy in the background and you wondered what they were doing. Was is almost time for another concert? Yet you hoped that this conversation was over soon, you felt incredible uncomfortable.
“Y/N? Never heard of you.”, his voice sounded suspicious.
“Oh.”, was the only thing you could manage to answer him. “Could you just tell him that I called?”, it kinda hurts you to know, that Calum didn’t speak about you. But what did you even expect? He had tons of girls he could hook up with.
“Should I know you?”, you weren’t prepared for questions, you just wanted to end this conversation.
“No, I don’t think so.”, maybe Calum didn’t remember you either, especially after you waited for a whole week to call.
“Oh come on, tell me who you are and where you met. I need to know which girl is so special to get my best mates number.”, he didn’t sound rude at all, just curious as if he was really interested. His words made you wonder if Calum never gets called by other girls. You sighed. Really thinking about telling him or just hanging up. But the last thing you were is rude. “We met a week ago after a meet and greet. You actually saw us together smoking, as you called Calum for soundcheck.”, you laughed nervously, not sure of how he would think about you. “You are the girl he hang all night with.”, you rolled your eyes, taking a drag from your cigarette to calm you down, before disposing it into the ashtray.
“Yeah, but I’m not a groupie.”, you just wanted to make sure again, even though you knew that he probably thinks about you that way.
“I know, Calum doesn’t do groupies.”, his answer took you by surprise and you finally could breathe again.
“Oh.”, you didn’t know what to say. But it didn’t matter anyway, because you heard Calum’s voice coming from the background. Your heartbeat starting to increase rapidly again.
“Who are you talking to?”
“Talking to ya girl.”, Ashton’s answer let you hold your breath again, you clearly wasn’t his girl.
“Stop joking mate, she’s not gonna call.”, the answer hurt you, but you knew that he had all right to be angry with you.
“Alright, if you think so.”, there was a moment of silence, in which you wanted to know what was going on. You just wished to see their faces.
“Ok, Y/N why did you call?”, Ashton spoke to you again and again you weren’t prepared at all.
“I don’t know.”, you mumbled honestly.
“She doesn’t know.”
“Jeez, just give me the phone and I swear if you fuck with me..-”, Calum didn’t finish his sentence, silence was there again for a few seconds.
“Hey.”, you heard Calum’s voice again, it was much clearer now and you were sure that he had his phone back.
“Hi, how are you?”, you could only whisper back at him, feeling incredibly insecure.
“Well, I thought that you wouldn’t call.”, you lit up another cigarette, now sitting on the ground. “That’s what I intended to do.”, you took a drag from your cigarette. You wanted to be honest with him, he deserved that.
“What changed your mind?”, his voice was calm and you noticed that you missed it, even if you just spend a couple of hours with him.
“I felt lonely while smoking.”, he laughed, but not about you, he just laughed. In that moment you wished that you could see his face. You missed him, which sounded ridiculous because you didn’t know him, but the feeling was buried deep inside of you, you were longing for him.
“I felt so too.”, your lips turned into a smile after you heard his answer. There was a pause in which you continued to smoke your cigarette and to hang deep in your thoughts.
“Where are you at the moment?”, you really wanted to see him, and you condemn yourself for not calling him right away. Maybe they were already in a different country, an expensive flight away.
“It’s our last show in the UK today.”
“Oh.”, you answered him, surprised about his statement. Quickly you checked the time on your phone, before you pressed it back to your ear. It was 4:30pm.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“We are back in London, playing one extra show tonight.”
“Oh.”, he was in London. He was close to you.
“Wanted to ask you the whole week if you want to come.”, you didn’t know what to say, was he being honest with you?
“Well I have called you now. You can still ask me.”, there was hope in your voice and you were sure that he heard it too. While you waited for his response you disposed your latest cigarette.
“Oh, I see. You think that calling after a week is totally fine and now I’m just gonna invite you to my show?”, you didn’t know what to say, he caught you off guard, but you knew that he was damn right.
“I am sorry. I really am, but I think that my behaviour to wait and think about this whole situation is justified.”, he laughed, why was he laughing?
“I was kidding, babygirl. I really want to see you and I’m glad that you have called in time.”
“Fuck you, Hood.”, again he laughed.
“So when will you be here?”
An hour later you found yourself in front of the familiar theatre again. Immediately, you knew where to find Calum, you crossed some fans, before you arrived at the well known backdoor.
He was already there, waiting for you bend against the brick wall, just like a week ago.
As you approached him, he took one last drag from his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. His hair wasn’t dark anymore, now it was blonde and short. You weren’t quite sure if you would like it, but he still looked like a masterpiece.
“There you are.”, his lips formed into a smile and he took one step towards you. You also smiled, before stopping right in front of him.
“Here I am.”, his hand touched your face, brushing some hair out of it.
“God, I missed you.”, there was no time to think about his statement or even to answer him, because his lips were pressed on yours as soon as the words left his mouth. Your hands were wandering to his neck, brushing over his short hair as you kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your body closer to his. You really did miss him and you enjoyed every second of this kiss. You didn’t know how long it lasted but you didn’t want it to end. He got that power over you, it should scare you, especially because you didn’t know him, but everything felt so simple and right. Somewhere in your mind you heard that a backdoor was being opened, confused you let go of Calum’s lips turning to the sound. Ashton came into your sight, it felt like a déjà-vu and you knew Calum felt the same as you watched him rolling his eyes.
“I didn’t want to interrupt you guys, but you should come in.”, you could see the grin on his face. He enjoyed that he caught you making out.
“Fuck off, mate.”, Calum shouted back at him, clearly annoyed by his best friend. Ashton on the other hand just lifted his hand in surrounder before heading back inside.
After he disappeared through the door, you turned towards Calum again. His eyes watched you closely and you felt some rumbling inside of you. He was beautiful every move and you couldn’t help yourself as you brushed over his cheek.
“I missed you too.”, you whispered, enjoying the smile he gave you after he heard your words. You wanted to kiss him again, but he removed his hands from you, stepping one step back. Your hands and arms were forced to leave Calum’s body, now hanging lanky from your body.
“He’s right. We should head inside”, for a short time you felt disappointed, if it was up to you you would stand outside this building for eternity. But he took your small hand in his, before leading you two inside.
After the show you found yourself back again on your small little balcony, smoking a cigarette together with Calum. It was quiet between the two of you.
“You know it would have hurt me if you had never call.”, you turned your face towards him.
You didn’t know what to say, sure there was a connection between the two of you but there was so much you didn’t know about him yet. You were afraid that he would hurt you. You didn’t know what to do if this would happen.
“I was just overwhelmed.”, you took a drag from you cigarette, thinking about yours words.
“I can’t categorise the connection between us.”, you wanted to be honest, else you couldn’t trust each other and trust was something really important for you.
“Me neither.”, you looked at him, admiring his facets.
“That’s not exactly the answer I wanted to hear.”, you sighed, he confused you even more. You needed to hear something that would make sense to you, something that could explain everything that happened between the two of you.
“If it is up to me, we should enjoy the here and now, with no worries about our future.”
“And what would you do in the here and now, then?”, you disposed the cigarette, you knew his intentions.
“Fucking you like there is no tomorrow.”, he grinned and you body felt with anticipation.
“At least now you telling me that you want to get into my pants.”, you remembered the promise he made to you a week ago. Of course he wanted to fuck you, hell you wanted to fuck him too, the tension between you two was unbearable. But could you just turn off your thoughts, not thinking about the future, only having a good night, probably never seeing him after that again? Hell, yeah. You turned your thoughts off, as you leaned forward pressing your lips against his. He smiled against them, before returning the kiss, deepening it when he pulled you towards him. Soon you were straddling his waist, arms around his neck. You both moaned into each others mouths, as you slowly started to move your waist, rubbing your pussy against his bulge. He kneaded your ass in his hands, before he started to guide you, speeding up your movements, giving you two the friction you needed so much. You were a hot mess, moaning shamelessly into his mouth.You loosed the grip around his neck, disconnecting your lips for a few seconds, so you were able to pull his shirt over his head, yours following instantly. His hands let go of your ass, wandering higher to unclip your bra. While you still moved your body against his, you brushed your bra off letting it fall to the floor. In this moment it didn’t matter to you, that you two were still sitting on your small balcony. It didn’t matter that there was a chance that people would see or hear you, because everything that did matter was him and the satisfaction he gave you. God, you needed him. His hands grabbed your boobs, playing with them before leaning himself forward to put one of your nipples into his mouth. “Calum.”, you moaned before throwing your head into your neck. He let go of it before returning to the other one. Your hands wandering towards his jeans, opening it up. You were ready for him. He growled against your breast as you freed his cock, wrapping your hand around it. He was huge. Precum spread over your fingers as you started to stroke him, his breath turning unsteady. He leaned backwards, his back now pressed against your glass door again as he took you in. You found his eyes, which were darker than ever before. “Babygirl, I need you.”, he whispered, your pussy throbbed painfully at his words. Submissively you hurried to give him what he asked so desperately for. Shoving your panties to your side, you were glad that you decided to wear a skirt tonight, as you sank yourself down onto his dick. Next, you steadied yourself on his shoulders, embracing the heavenly feeling of him stretching your out, both moaning in unisom at the feeling of him deep inside of you. You started to move yourself on him a few seconds later, falling into a pure bliss. “God, you’re so wet.”, Calum moaned, watching you ride him. “So wet only for me.”, you responded to his words with a moan. This was all he needed to grab your ass again, giving it a hard smack before thrusting his hips upwards. “Fuck.”, you moaned as he started to move himself merciless, meeting your movements with every trust. Your breast bounced up and down and you felt the well known clench inside of your stomach. “I’m going to come.”, was all you could manage to say or half scream as you shuddered onto him. He rode you through your orgasm and didn’t stop after you finished, he still kept up with his pace. Another hard smack of his hand onto your ass and his lips found your neck, kissing, biting and licking it. Pulling you as close as he could against his body, he got wild and you just felt another orgasm building up inside of you. He landed one last smack against your ass, before cursing against your neck and emptying himself deep inside of you. This was all it took to bring you over the edge, coming another time. Clenching around him until you both finished.
You opened your eyes, catching his instantly, he was watching you the whole time.You kissed him sweet, him returning it, before you whispered against his lips: “I liked the here and now.”. He laughed and you were sure that you would never forget the laugh he gave you in that moment. It touched your heart, leaving a tingling on your skin. “We should definitely enjoy it a little bit longer, but for the second round we should choose a more private place.”
“Yeah maybe.”, you answered him, before he lit up a cigarette. After blowing the smoke out, he kissed you and it tasted like everything you ever asked for. Cigarette smoke and Calum.
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Better than him (Luke Hemmings SMUT)
So I’m new at this, and it will probably be quite crap, but everybody need some good ‘ole asshole Luke smut
Description: Luke makes you cheat on your boyfriend, Ashton
Warnings: SMUT (obviously), hair pulling, dirty talk (a little degrading), cheating, and of course Luke being a prick (which he obviously isn’t IRL, but prick’s can be kind of hot, so why not?)
Everything was going great with your boyfriend; until you caught the eye of his best friend.
Luke Hemmings was never one for love - he found it irritating - when every relationship was only going to end in tears regardless. So, whenever Ashton would gush over you, he was always the first one to roll his eyes.
“Whatever mate,” he would say. That is, until he met you.
You were gorgeous: sexy body, perfect lips, and dangerous eyes. Trouble. He knew it as soon as he laid his eyes on you. There was no doubt in his mind that you were going to break Ashton’s heart. It was inevitable.
Yet, there was something about you.
Maybe it was the way you walked - so confident and sure of yourself, like you knew you could have any guy you wanted.
Maybe it was the way you bit your lip and looked away when he held eye contact with you - like you were picturing the dirtiest images of him.
Maybe it was those alluring eyes. Or maybe, Luke just couldn’t keep it in his pants. Either way, he knew one thing: he wanted you. And he always got what he wanted.
He was doing Ashton a favour. You were too good for him, too exciting to settle for the mild natured boy. Or at least, that’s what Luke told himself when he imagined himself fucking you senseless.
It was just too easy. He sent a message to your phone, pretending that he needed to talk to you about something important. And here you were.
It wasn’t weird, you thought, that you were at your boyfriend’s friend’s house. Your boyfriend’s highly attractive, and very flirty friend. Without Ashton.
No, it was completely normal.
What wasn’t normal though, was the way Luke was looking at you, with those dark blue eyes. Like you were prey, and he was the predator. Like he wanted to devour you.
Ash never looked at you like that.
“Where did you tell Ashton you were going?” Luke asks, his thick accent sending trails of fire through your body.
The question takes you by surprise, and you stutter out your response, “I-I um-”
He cuts you off, the corners of his mouth turning upward, “I’m guessing you lied then?”
Moving closer, his smile turns into a full on smirk as he tuts, “But why would you do that?”
You were sat on his couch, and he was a little too close for your liking. It made you not trust yourself, especially with the way he looked like he knew a secret you didn’t. God, he was so unnerving.
“Look, I thought you wanted to talk,” you mumble, swiftly changing the conversation.
Luke was leaning over you now, and your senses were overwhelmed with the scent of him. It was a sinful smell of something sweet and bitter - fruit presumably, and most likely liquor.
You jolt as he places a hand on your thigh, “Oh, I wanted to do more than just talk.”
Eyes widened, you gave him a look, expecting him to take his hand off. But he doesn’t. Instead, he draws lazy circles on your skin with his thumb.
“Luke-” you start, placing your hand on top of his, as if you’re going to stop him.
You’re not though - and you both know it. That’s why you’d been stealing looks at him all week. That’s why you didn’t tell your boyfriend where you were going.
You needed it just as much as Luke did.
He looks at you, hungrily, mockingly. It’s obvious you won’t stop him, “Y/N.”
Now, his hand travels higher, ghosting over your panties.
“Luke, this is wrong,” you struggle to keep your breathing even, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he has on you.
His brows raise, hand continuing to caress you, “It is. It’s wrong that you’ve come over to Ashton’s best mate’s house.”
Fingers brush over your lacy panties, ever so slightly, and you’re sure he can feel the wetness already. Your hips buck, and your breath hitches.
You couldn’t do this.
“It’s wrong that you lied to him.”
Luke bites his lip, and you notice the growing bulge in his jeans. Fuck. He rubs you through the thin material slowly, and you don’t stop him. It’s so wrong, but his touch ignites a burning desire within you that Ashton never has.
“It’s wrong that you’re soaking already though,” he pushes your underwear to the side, and rubs your wetness around to prove his point.
You feel your cheeks blaze with embarrassment, and you swallow thickly.
He plunges a long finger into you, and you let out an unexpected moan, rolling your hips in need. Those piercing eyes bore into your own, taking in your reaction as he curls his digit, hitting your G-spot.
Adorable: you close your eyes, crying out, your small hands clinging to his arm. Luke got why Ashton liked you so much.
“Fuck,” he groans, biting his lip harder, just trying to keep himself from fucking you right there.
Your body trembles as he adds another finger, keeping up his torturously slow pace. You ache with desire, so much it almost hurts.
You want Luke - no, you need him.
He leans closer, and you can taste his heavy breath - it’s intoxicating, “I’m gonna fuck you good, yeah? Better than Ash does, clearly.”
And there it is - the guilt. It pulls you back to realisation. It needed to stop, you couldn’t do this to Ashton. He didn’t deserve it.
“We can’t. Ashton,” you sob, grabbing Luke’s wrist, stopping him.
He looks down at you softly, using his other hand to wipe away the tear running down your cheek, “..never needs to know.”
You let out a shaky breath, and he places a strand of hair gently behind your ear, “You’re just at your mate’s, catching up. He’ll never find out.”
He’ll never find out.
It’s so wrong, you know that. But it’s something you need right now. You’ll worry about the guilt later.
So, you do something you’ve been imagining since the first time you laid eyes on Luke: you grab a handful of his shirt, and crash your lips against his. He wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth, skilfully moving it against your own.
Your earlier suspicions had been right - he had been drinking, and the taste was dangerously delicious.
The kiss is nothing like when you make out with Ashton. It’s desperate, intense, hot. Any gentleness from earlier had gone instantly, and his hands are all over you, squeezing your thighs. He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head to the side, before hungrily suckling on your neck.
You whimper, running your hands over his stomach, feeling his abs, pulling at the hem of his shirt.
Luke pulls away, grinning at you with his reddened lips, and discards the shirt, much to your pleasure. He’s so damned hot. Then, he’s hiking up your dress, and pulling you on top of him, so you’re straddling him.
His rock hard cock is just beneath your pussy, and you’re drenched at the sensation. You grind against him wantonly, lifting your arms for him to pull your dress over your head.
Ablaze with need, you greedily lean into him, heatedly pushing his head to your boobs. He takes the hint, and latches his mouth to your nipple, teeth grazing over the bud, making you arch your back in pleasure.
You flush, cheeks reddened, looking at Luke from under lashes. You press onto him harder, a moan escaping your lips. You start to rock your hips back and forth, fingers digging into Luke’s shoulders.
If by some way possible, Luke gets harder. And you can feel his cock twitching beneath you.
Fuck. You wanted it. So bad.
It’s growing increasingly difficult to hold back as you rub yourself against him. Your blood is scorching through your body. The feeling of rough denim against your thin panties, pressed flush against your swollen clit, is driving you insane.
Luke can see how riled up you are (and he wondered if you were always this horny for Ashton, or was it just for him): your face flushed, head tilted back, and - fuck - was it turning him on.
He tensed his thigh, making you cry out, and grabbed your hips, pulling you down hard. You jolt, jerking uncontrollably.
Waves of fire wash through your body, and you push Luke’s hands away, feeling all too good. It’s hard to explain, but you need a moment to calm down. You struggle to steady your breathing, and bite down on your lip.
You’re too far gone to stop now - so - fuck it.
“Bet Ash can’t get you to come without even fucking you,” he teases, roughly grabbing your chin.
He licks a stripe down your neck and you shudder.
A smirk makes its way onto Luke’s face, and he licks his lips, “Babe, think you’re gonna need to cover those up.”
“What -” you use your phone’s camera as a mirror and gasp (ignoring the missed calls from Ashton). Deep purple marks are littered around your neck. So much for Ashton will never find out!
Shaking your head, you shove his chest, hard. “You fucking did that on purpose! What am I gonna do now!?”
You’re meant to be threatening, but he just finds it sexy.
Luke only lets out a low chuckle, pulling your hips down onto him again, sending shockwaves through your oversensitive clit, “You’re gonna get fucked by your boyfriend’s best mate, like the little slut you are.”
It should annoy you, him talking to you like that. It should piss you off, make you feel guilty even, But somehow his crude words manage to turn you on even more.
And he knows it, of course he fucking knows it.
But you can’t help it, your arousal is making you dizzy, and you need to feel him inside of you. Now.
“Fuck you,” you spit at him, clenching your jaw and putting on an annoyed facade.
Luke sees through it though, and grins, “Planning on it babe.”
Then it’s all too hasty. You’re pulling down your panties, and he’s taking off his jeans and boxers so you’re both naked. He pulls out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth, and rolls it over his length.
His cock stands hard, and your mouth waters. It’s thick. Perhaps, not as thick as Ashton’s, you think, but it’s also much longer.
It must be about eight inches, and you’re quivering just imagining it inside you.
Luke pushes you roughly, so you’re lying on the couch. He’s already grinding his hips against yours, intentionally teasing you by rubbing his tip against your exposed clit.
“I’m not like Ashton,” he states, running his hand down his shaft, lubing it with your wetness. “I won’t go gentle on you.”
You exhale deeply, getting particularly frustrated at him, “Don’t go gentle then. Just, do something!”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re screaming my name, babe,” he glares at you, thrusting into you with ease, filling you to the brim.
This prompts a high pitched cry from you. Your legs are already clamping around him, drawing him closer to you as he slams his hips against your own. It’s almost as if he’s aiming to leave you bruised to give you even more visual reminders of your infidelity.
You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. But, in the best way.
Your boobs are bouncing from the impact of his thrusts, hands desperately roaming over his back, running your nails down his back in an attempt to get him back for the hickeys. This seems to backfire however, as he lets out a low groan, becoming even rougher. He slams over and over into your G-spot.
“Fuck! Luke,” you cry out, closing your legs around his waist even tighter.
He seems to like that, and brings his hand down to rub unforgiving circles on your clit, smirking at the way you moan and writhe beneath him.
“That’s it, scream my name.”
Luke continues to drive his hips into yours, and much like him, you’re not sure how much longer you’re going to last. “Luke, oh god!”
Your legs start to shake, and you heat up, searing pleasure blinding you as you clench around his cock, hoarsely crying his name as you reach your climax.
With a final thrust, Luke twitches, and promptly pulls out, rolling over to lie next to you, smirking, “You liked?”
“Fuck off,” you huff, already pulling on your clothes.
“Now, whenever he’s fucking you, you’ll be picturing me,” Luke laughs, “though I doubt he’ll even be able to get you off after that. You’ll be begging for my cock again.”
You narrow your eyes, “This was a one off, a mistake, okay. Just piss off.”
With that, you turn to leave, until he calls your name again. You stare at him expectantly, hands on hips.
His grin widens, “By the way, you might wanna buy a scarf or something to cover your neck.”