What the hell did I just write jesus this is just, wow I should be sorry but I’m not oops.
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Your friend had dragged you out to yet another frat house college party. Unwillingly on your part, she dressed you in a short black dress paired with a leather jacket and killer black heels. Your hair was in loose curls and your makeup was used to bring your eyes, so you only had on eyeliner, mascara, and, because (y/f/n) forced you to, bright red lipstick. You followed your friend through the frat house, as she was heading towards the kitchen where all the drinks were held. When your friend got there she separated from you, going god knows where while you grabbed a beer. If you were going to have to deal with yet another frat party by yourself, you were certainly not doing it sober. It had been half an hour so far and you had 1 full beer, three shots and you were currently out in the living room dancing with another cup of beer in your hands. You didn’t care who you danced with, because at this point you were a little bit more than buzzed. Not fully drunk, but enough where everything seemed fun. You finished your beer and you were headed to get another when (y/f/n) suddenly appeared next to you and was dragging you down into the basement. You knew exactly who was down here. And knowing that helped sober you up a bit, but not much. You were dragged down the stairs and you saw sitting on two couches, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin, Michael Clifford, and the biggest frat boy of them all, Luke Hemmings. He looked up from his conversation with his friends and stared at you, smirking. Your friend dragged you to one of the couches that held the boys since there was enough room for more people on them. Unfortunately, you were sat next to Luke since that was the couch your friend dragged you to.
You would be lying if you said that you liked Luke. The truth is, Luke was a cocky bastard. Him and the rest of the frat house would throw these parties and Luke would spend them getting high or drunk and hooking up with girls. While you admit you’ve had a couple one night stands, the way Luke went through girls disgusted you. And now here you were, sitting next to him.
"Welcome everyone. Tonight, we’re playing strip poker." And so the game began. So far, Calum had taken off his flannel to reveal his biceps, Ashton took off his jeans, (y/f/n) took off her jacket, Luke lost his snapback and you were forced to take off your jacket. The only one that had all their clothes on was Michael. It had been an hour of playing rounds, and within that hour everyone had been drinking more. You yourself had another beer. Michael was setting up for another game currently setting up for another game when you realized that you had been moved closer to Luke. When you first sat down there was a foot of space between you tow and now there was an inch or two. You were about to move over a little bit when you felt a hand on your knee. You wanted to move it, but the alcohol in you system was saying otherwise. Luke’s hand would move up a bit on your leg and then back down, distracting you from the game to the point where you lost and had to get rid of a piece of clothing. Deciding to play along with Luke’s teasing you pulled off your bra from the top of your dress and tossed it into Luke’s lap, smirking. After that, you knew you were hooking up with Luke tonight, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol, or if it was the fact that it was Luke Hemmings, but you really didn’t care. A couple more games passed before everybody got bored. You grabbed your jacket and bra, heading towards the bathroom to put it back on when Luke grabbed your arms and dragged you through the crowded hallways until he got to his room, making sure to lock it.
"Did you think you could get away with that little stunt princess?" Luke said, pushing you against the wall and starting to leave marks on your neck. You were too stunned to reply, and so you tilted your head, allowing Luke to have more access. He continued leaving hickeys all across your neck until he reached your sweet spot. There he sucked harder than he had before, causing you to moan out his name. He found his way to your lips were his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, asking for access. You granted it to him as you pushed yourself off the wall and he walked backwards to his bed. On the way you got rid of his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His knees hit the edge of his bed and he sat down, pulling you with him. You straddled his lap, your dress riding up. His hands roamed your legs as you continued to make out.
He zipped down your dress, and pulled it off, leaving you in only your panties. He flipped the two of you over so he was on top. He kissed his way down to your breasts, his cold lip ring contrasting against your hot skin. He took one hardened nipple into his mouth and began sucking while his hand played, twisted, and pulled the other, eliciting a moan from you. He switched to the other nipple, and abused just as much as the first. After he played with your nipples, he kissed his way down to the hem of you panties, leaving a mark on your hips. You were wearing a pair of black lace panties, and Luke smirked at you.
"Did princess know she was getting fucked tonight?" He asked as he pulled down your panties. You shivered when you felt the cool air hit your throbbing clit. He slowly kissed back up your legs, teasing you. He finally reached where you wanted him most, but that didn’t mean the teasing was over. He looked back up at you.
"Tell me princess, what do you want me to do? Do you want my tongue?" He asked, licking a strip, making you want more.
"Or perhaps my fingers?" he said, plunging one in before taking it out. You whined, wanting the friction.
"Both god Luke both please just do something." you begged. He smirked and plunged two fingers in while he sucked on your clit. You moaned, your hands gripping on his hair, causing him to moan. The vibration from his moan made your core ignite, and you knew soon that you would be hitting the climax. When you started clenching around Luke’s fingers, he switched, his tongue diving inside your core while his fingers toyed with your clit. A few seconds later, you felt a wave of euphoria across your body and Luke lapped up your juices. Once you were clean, he kissed up your body, and kicked off his boxers. From his nightstand he pulled out a condom and quickly slipped it on. He lined up at your entrance and plunged in, leaving no time for adjustment. But that didn’t matter. It was all pleasurable. He slammed into you while leaving more and more marks on your neck and shoulders. You were a moaning mess underneath him, wanting even more. He hitched your legs around his waist, allowing for him to get even deeper and add even more pleasure. You felt the pit in your stomach increasing, and you knew Luke was close as well because his thrusts were getting sloppier.
"Don’t cum until I tell you to. Got that princess?" he said, in an assertive tone. His thumb pressed on your clit, making your edge come closer and closer.
"Luke I-I can’t. Please." You begged, needing to let go.
"Now princess." And with one more thrust, you and Luke were letting go together, him letting out profanities along with your name while you scratched at his back and screamed out his name. He collapsed on top of you, his breath ragged as was yours. After a few minutes, he rolled off of you and you took that as you cue to leave. You had pulled on your clothes, when he stopped.
"We should do this again. You ever feel like having a good fuck, you know where to find me." He said smirking. You knew you would be seeing more of Luke’s room.