So I met with the golfer again today for dinner to discuss the final details for our arrangement. He wants to do 5k a month plus gifts and travel but on the weekend we travel I would not get additional money. I did not agree to it yet because I am a greedy bitch and want to be paid for my time ALL THE TIME. He has two daughters he’s putting through college right now so I don’t know if I can get more out of him. If you have an opinion on whether or not I should find a better deal or settle with this one please feel free to express it. Currently in the bathroom on another pot date lol
I swear I have all the luck another POT sugar momma contacted me today and we might meet up this weekend 😁 starting allowance $5k a month plus she just wants a partner in crime! And I quote “ Someone to go shopping with and to hit up the spa and just be girls!” 😊🙏 she seems really sweet lady! I might end up just sticking with sugar momma 2 & 3. I’ll keep you guys posted :) wish me luck!
As you guys know, my pot offered to give me 5k a month plus gifts and travel but I’ve been hesitant to agree because on the weekend travels I would not get extra money for my time. I told him I would “think about it”. So I’ve been working on him and even bought him a gift. He loves to golf so bought him a Nike golf polo and he loved it. He was so excited by my gesture he’s planning to give me $2500 on our next meet. He probably thinks this will seal the deal but I’m working on a few more pots. My point is you have to finesse these men like you genuinely care about them to get the most out of them. Just a tip. Hope everyone’s weekend is running smoothly 😘
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anon asked: hiii can u do one where you two haven’t had sex bc you’ve been busy since you guys just had a baby boy and one day you guys go out with your friends and they ask about that and then a couple days later when your babys asleep you guys do it
The crying was nonstop since day one. Every night at 2 in the morning he would cry and you would be woken up from what little sleep you already had from the night before just so you could go in and calm him down. You knew having a baby would be difficult, and you read all the no sleep horror stories, but you never realized how hard it really was. You loved your baby boy with every ounce of being in you, but sometimes you just wish he would sleep peacefully through the night so you could catch up on your sleep as well. It was exhausting.
The same crying woke you up tonight and you sighed looking at the time. 2:17 a.m. Right on time, you thought to yourself. Groaning, you slowly made your way out of bed and into your child’s bedroom. Before you even made it to the door of your bedroom, the crying stopped. The house filled with a soft melody and a soft hum. Turning toward your bed, you saw that Luke was not lying there asleep like he usually did throughout the night. The crying never seemed to wake him up, and you didn’t mind being the one to soothe your son.
Walking into the room next door, you stopped in the doorframe and admired your sleepy husband sing sweet melodies to your 3-month year old son. He looked just like his father: they shared the same piercing blue eyes, and he had little dimples when he giggled at something, and he already had little blonde curls forming at the top of his head.
Luke sat in the rocking chair next to your son’s crib and he held your baby boy in his arms as he calmed him down. You smiled as you admired the two most important boys in your life. You felt so lucky to have them in your life. You closed your eyes, still leaning against the door, and listened to Luke sing softly to the newborn. His voice had that effect on you; it was always able to soothe you. After he finished the song, you opened your eyes and saw Luke put your baby boy back in his crib and gave him a kiss on his forehead.
“Get some sleep, little one. Mommy needs some for herself, and we don’t want to wake her up again, do we? Good night,” he whispered calmly, still hunched over the crib.
As he put the crib wall back up, he turned around to see you standing against your son’s door.
“Hi,” you smiled softly, still half asleep.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I was hoping you would have been able to sleep through it tonight,” he whispered as he kissed the top of your head, both of you turning to go back into your bedroom.
“That’s incredibly sweet of you, for thinking you could let me sleep, but I’m glad I woke up. I’m glad I got to see that. You were really great in there. Thank you so much,” you gave him a small hug before climbing into your side of the bed. “I haven’t been getting any sleep lately, and we know how I am when I don’t sleep,” you both let out a small chuckle, “but seeing and hearing you in there made everything worth it. You reminded me that this is what we wanted. We’re a family, and god, I just love you so much.”
Without a reply, Luke smiled and stared at you like you were the only person in the world. To him, you were. He admired how strong you were and he felt bad that you kept losing sleep because of your guys’ child. He set his alarm to be able to get up and stop the baby from crying. All Luke ever wanted was for you to be happy and content with the life you guys lived. He did all he could to make sure you were okay. Luke scooted a little closer to you on your shared bed.
“I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you for being my wonderful wife and for having our adorable son and fuck, you’re so amazing and are everything I could have ever asked for,” he said while staring at your lips. Slowly, he leaned his head in and pressed his lips against yours. The feeling felt a little unfamiliar, for it’s been such a long time since the two of you got any alone time. You kissed back, melting into his embrace.
His lips made their way to your neck, sucking softly on that one spot he knows that drives you crazy.
“Babe,” you let out a breath.
“Y/N,” he mumbled against your neck. “Y/N, I missed this so much.”
“I know, Luke, I know,” you sighed, fighting the urge to give in to him right then and there. “Soon, I promise,” you brought his face back up to yours and pressed your lips to his. “Let me get caught up on sleep, and then maybe we can have your parents take him for a night, okay?”
“I miss you,” he looks into your eyes, remembering how you felt beneath him, covered in sweat. “I just miss you, that’s all. As long as you promise soon, I can wait. I love you,” he lay his arm around your waist, pulling you guys closer. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”
Closing your eyes, you felt his arm shift as he caressed your hair. Softly, he began to hum the same tune he sang earlier to your son. Before you knew it, you were sound asleep.
The sound of your alarm was what woke you up from your deep slumber the second time. Groaning, you shifted from your comfortable position to turn the annoying beeping off. You turned back into bed and pulled the covers over your body, trying to reposition. Just as you were about to daze off, you felt the warm reassurance of the blanket being pulled off of you. You groaned and tried to grab the air for them back, but that only earned a laugh from your husband.
“Y/N, you’ve got to get up, sweetheart. I’m already showered,” Luke said as you opened your eyes.
“Fuck, please tell me you at least cleaned up the bathroom this time,” you pleaded as you remained on the bed, not wishing to move.
“Haha, very funny,” Luke said not amused, “now come on, seriously, you’ve got to get up. We’re meeting Michael and Calum for brunch in an hour. I’ve already fed the little guy, so he shouldn’t be too much distraction while we’re out. This is the first time we’re getting out of the house as a family, hurry up, please.” He kissed you on the forehead before dragging you off the bed. “Go shower.”
Pushing the stroller into the restaurant, you let out a sigh of relief. You and Luke managed to go out in public with the baby without being bothered. Immediately, you saw the boys across the restaurant and the two of you made your way over.
“Y/N!” Michael and Calum yelled at the same time, causing you to tell them to quiet down.
“Sorry,” they whispered.
“You look great!” Michael said enthusiastically. “Aw mini Luke came along, too!” He gasped with a huge smile on his face.
“Please let me hold him,” Calum pushed, knowing Michael would hog all the boy’s attention.
You laughed and got your child out of his stroller and handed him over to Calum. His eyes lit up as he saw him for the first time. A smile consumed his face with joy and he held him carefully.
“I’ve only seen him in pictures, aw, he really is a mini Luke. Michael, look at his eyes,” he exclaimed.
After Michael held him, you decided to put him back in the stroller for his nap as you guys ordered. You all caught up on everything and anything, talking about what was new for them. Once the food came, the four of you seemed to quiet down a little. You enjoyed your food in the silence until Michael spoke up.
“Okay, I’m sorry, but I have to ask something.”
You and Luke looked at each other and nodded to Michael for him to continue.
“You two look like you haven’t had slept together in ages. I mean, I know you couldn’t really when Y/N was pregnant, but now that mini Luke is born, but you can now, right? Poor Luke has that ‘I haven’t had sex in forever’ look in his eyes, like he gets on tour and I’m just wondering why?”
You tried to stifle a laugh at what you husband’s best friend had just accused. It was true, and you saw the ‘I haven’t had sex’ look in his eyes, as well.
“Well, um,” Luke started as his cheeks turned bright red from embarrassment.
“We’ve just been really busy and we all know how loud Luke moans, we’re always afraid of waking the baby when we have time.” You cut in, making Luke even more embarrassed as you brought up his moans.
“That’s true,” Calum laughed. “I remember being in the hotel room next to you two once and you two just kept going at it, and between your screams and Luke’s moans, I had to go downstairs just to get the visual out of my head.”
“See?” You smiled.
The subject changed quickly after that, making Luke glad that you were no longer talking about your sex life with two of his best friends. After your meal, you and Luke said your goodbyes to Michael and Calum. Mini Luke, as you were now calling him around the boys, woke up from his nap and you decided it was best to go home.
“I don’t moan that loudly, do I?” Luke asked with concern in his voice as soon as he shut the front behind you.
“Yes.” You answered without a pause as you picked up your son to go change his diaper.
You looked back at Luke with a sad look on his face. “Babe,” you got his attention, “you know I think it’s hot though. I love vocal boys.” His face lit up for a second before he walked over to help you out with the diaper.
“I think you mean you love it when I’m vocal. I’m the only you get to hear vocal. No one else could make you feel the way I do.” He said while kissing down your neck.
“I think you’re embarrassed that you’re so vocal. I think no one else has ever been able to make you feel the way I can. No one’s ever been able to make you as hard as I can, is that true, Luke?” You could feel the hitch in his breath as his lips dashed their way across your neck to that one spot that makes you weak.
“Fuck, Y/N, it’s been so long,” Luke complained, his mouth never leaving your neck.
“I know, babe.” You finished changing your son’s diaper and got him back in his clothes before picking him up and turning around to Luke. “If you can get him to take a nap as well as you got him to go to sleep last night, we’ll see what we can do; how’s that sound?”
Before you could blink, Luke had taken his little boy into his arms and starting rocking him back and forth, humming a little bit while making his way up the stairs.
“I’ll take that as a sounds good,” you said surprised.
About ten minutes later, Luke found his way back to you in the kitchen.
“He’s down, and he should be for a good 45 minutes as long as your screams don’t wake him up.” He joked, showing a smile on his face.
“My screams?” You laughed. “No, no, hon, I still think it’s your moans. But, I really don’t want to find out which one’s worse at this moment in time, because I miss you so much and I don’t want to be interrupted.”
Luke nodded his head as he agreed to not having a ‘whose name moaned can have the neighbors over faster’ contest like you two often do. He stood in the doorway as you two talked, not moving, only admiring you from ten feet away. He stood in awe for a moment, not registering what had just come out of your mouth. You stepped a little closer to him, and repeated the question.
“Are you going to kiss me, or am I just going to have to please myself, Luke? Because, I thought this was a mutual feeling of wanting each other.”
Luke stepped out of the doorframe and walked over to you, grabbing your hands and walking you backwards to the couch in the other room, just smiling. He sat you on the couch, leaning over you to kiss your lips. You decided to have a little fun with him, and when his mouth begged for entrance, you kept yours shut.
“I see how it is,” he mumbled against those soft lips he hasn’t tasted with such want, such need, in forever.
His lips kissed the corners of your mouth, your chin, your cheeks, your nose; he brought his mouth to the place where your face and neck met and bite down on it, just hard enough to make a mark in the morning. Knowing you were going to give him a hard time, he decided to do a little teasing himself. He withdrew his lips from your body and nudged his nose against your neck. His hand made his way to your hair, and as his hand tangled itself, he titled your head back. Luke brought himself back up to meet your face and he pressed a kiss to your lips, grinning with his teeth against them.
“Do you know how much I’ve missed doing this, Y/N? How much I wanted, no needed, to do this?” His teeth dragged across your neck again, making you moan slightly, making your fingers dance across his chest to find their way to his broad shoulders for support, never letting go. You thought you knew, you honestly did, because you missed him too, but he proved you wrong as he continued, he needed you so much more than you could have imagined. The only thing you could comprehend in that moment, however, was the burning, yes the burning, no the throbbing, the burning and throbbing he was making you feel; all you could comprehend was how much you needed him right in that moment.
“Do you?” He asked again, his nose drifting up your neck to your ear. You figured you knew; you figured because he was like this after tour, but you needed his validation. You let him keep going because you wanted to hear him say it; you needed him to say those words, you needed to hear him say that he wanted, no needed, you as much, if not more, no definitely more, than you needed him.
He was moving slow and lazy, forgetting you had a time limit due to your child sleeping on the floor above you. His fingers drifted over the button on your jeans, sliding them behind you to cup your ass and bring you closer to him.
“Do you remember the time I came back from the first tour that separated us?” He pushed his hips against yours, causing you to gasp as you leaned back on the couch; he spread your legs slightly. His knee slid between your legs effortlessly and you swiveled your hip, pressing down to relieve the fierce ache that kept building. Luke groaned as he let his lips hover over yours, his nose brushing your own in a sweet gesture.
“The boys were so surprised that I made it home, instead of taking you right then and there at the airport.” His fingers in your hair cupped your head lightly, scratching at your scalp. “As we waited for our bags, you stood next to me, hand in hand, kissing my cheek every so often, and I just wanted to be alone with you, making you scream my name all night long.”
You let out a laugh and his eyes crinkled in amusement; you remembered how impatient he was that day. As soon as you two made it into the front door, he kissed you roughly and never let you go, you had never seen him so worked up in his life. You tilted your mouth into his and nipped at his bottom lip, rolling it between your teeth. “Let’s be real, the reason why you didn’t take me in the airport was because you’re too good and you wouldn’t want to risk anything.”
He grinded his hips into yours with a low grow, “I didn’t want to take you there because you weren’t reciprocating my feelings. Yes, I was trying to be decent, sorry for being a gentleman, but all I could think about was bending you over the baggage claim and pressing myself into you.”
“Why didn’t you?” you pressed.
Luke let out a laugh, low and deep, and it rumbled from his chest into yours. “That would have gone well. A public place with thousands of people, paparazzi, and my mum. So many people would have been watching, and last time I checked, you’re not one much into PDA. I could have, though, oh God, I could have. Would you have liked me taking you in front of all those people?”
“No, you idiot.” Your hand slid to his neck and you pulled his mouth to yours, losing yourself in how easy it was with him, and they way you two just fit. He hummed into you mouth and you sighed, your tongue sliding against his, lazy and slow. He tilted your head and opened his mouth wider, pushing against you with gentle insistence. You pulled back and he pressed wet, open-mouth kisses to your neck, both hands drifting down your sides to linger at your hips.
“You could have told me, I wouldn’t have minded a quickie in the airport bathroom. That would’ve been a story.”
His hands slipped lower, pulling at your legs and lifting you up on the back of the couch. You huffed in surprise even as your legs pared and wrapped themselves around Luke, welcoming him closer. His chest brushed yours and your fingers play with the curly blonde hairs at the nape of his neck. He tilted his head and looked down at you, self-deprecating smile tugging at his lips, fingers tracing idle patterns on the outside of your jeans.
“I thought what happened at home was so much better,” he whispered in your ear and pulled back to keep his eyes on his fingers dancing over your leg.
The warmth spread through you as you saw his deep blue eyes become darker as he reminisced that night. The sight of him like this hummed through you, sparking something deep and dormant to life. You relaxed a little, just admiring him. He decided to take a moment and stop to look at you, unclear of why you paused. Laughing at how he didn’t get it, you yanked him back harshly with your legs wrapped around Luke’s waist and he stumbled into you.
“Sweetheart, I won’t have you laughing-“
“I have my needs, too, Luke.” He stilled against you as you dragged your fingers across the bare skin of his neck, dipping into the collar of his shirt and sliding over his collarbones. You tilted your head and focused on the buttons of his shirt as you deftly undid them with quiet calm movements.
“When a girl is alone for so long, without her boy, a boy who is so kind and gentle and smart,” you finished unbuttoning his shirt, the bare skin of his torso radiating heat directly into you.
You pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, sliding your nails lightly over his chest, dragging them down. He shivered. “A boy who is all one could ask for.”
You pressed your lips against the hollow of his throat. Your voice drops to something husky as your stomach clenched. “You say you could have taken me in front of everyone. Well, I had gone so long without the touch of your fingers on my arms; I wouldn’t have minded being taken anywhere. Can you take me now? Show me how much you missed me just as you did that night?”
He blinked once, then twice, making sure he was hearing you correctly. A wide grin pulled at his lips, his eyes darkening even more, if it were humanly possible. His hands slid under the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms for him to pull it up over your head. His chest heaves slightly as his gaze lingers on your bra. Your chest was still slightly inflamed from childbirth, and he hasn’t seen you in this light in forever. His left hand cupped your breast lightly, running gently over the cup and the warm skin beneath. He slid his grip back to your hips, jolting you against him and picking you up in one smooth moment.
You twisted your fingers through his hair, gently urging his mouth to your right breast. He followed obediently, tongue licking a rough stripe over her swell, teeth clamping over the material. You panted and ached for him.
He let go of his grip on you, and laid you back onto the couch. You spread yourself as much as you could and looked up as he stared down at you. His stood there and his tongue slid across his lips, so mesmerized by you. You watched him, disappointed his wasn’t doing anything yet. You arched your eyebrow and leaned up slightly, unclipping your bra from behind and removing it, tossing it onto the table five feet from you. His eyes shut for a moment, as if taking a mental picture of you lying there in front of you, your breasts naked for him. Your fingers slid across your stomach, and you’ve never been one to be brazen, but you’ve never been this turned on, never gone this long without someone touching you. You needed something, anything, and he wasn’t doing it at the moment. Your hands slid higher and higher, reaching and cupping your breasts gently.
He let out a muffled noise from above you; his hands undid his belt slowly as his head tilted, watching the movement of your hand. Your thumb grazed your sensitive peak and you arches, biting your lip. The couch dipped slightly as he got back on without his skinny jeans, nudging your legs apart and crawling in between them. He hovered above you once again, watching as you roll your nipple gently.
“Maybe we should go periods of abstinence more often, babe. I think I like how desperate you are.” Rough fingers slid against the smooth skin of your stomach as his lips descended on your unattended breast, tongue laving against you. You pushed up hard into his mouth with a whimper and his hips fall in line with yours. The fire burns hotter, deeper, and you abandoned your chest for his shoulders, pulling them down and into you, seeking out the friction you so desperately craved.
He rubbed lightly against you and dipped his fingertips into the waistband of your pants.
“So hot, so wet, so desperate.” He nipped his way across your chest to your opposite peak, sucking it roughly into his mouth with a wet pop.
“I don’t remember you talking this much, Hemmings,” you growled impatiently when his fingertips grazed the soft skin of your navel, pushing your hips up harder.
He laughed against your chest as you slid your hands down his bare back, bringing them around his front, sliding them closer and closer to the waistband of his underwear. You slid your fingers into the elastic band, slowly making your way to his hard-on. Luke let out a throaty groan when you found how hot and heavy and hard he was for you. Your fingers closed around him through his boxers and his head drops to your neck, broken and stuttered moan pushed into your throat.
“Y/N-“ he whined and shifted his hips
“Shh.” Your mouth nipped at his ear and he titled his face further into your neck, breath warm against your skin. “I need you, now.”
You grinned as his fingers picked up the pace on your jeans, tugging them down with quick, jerky movements. Your panties go with the material and soon you are completely bare for him, the throbbing between your legs near unbearable. You released him from your grip and part your legs further, gasping when his calloused fingers found your sensitive fingers.
“God, you’re so wet, fuck, I missed this. I missed how wet you get for me.” His thumb brushed your clit and you were so impatient for him to do something, anything. You needed him now.
“Luke.” You pushed at his boxers and he got the picture, chest heaving, and eyes wild as he pulled back and tugged his constricting underwear off. He practically tripped in his haste and you would have laughed if you weren’t aching and throbbing and dying –
He climbed back on top of you, hovering, thick length pressed against your thigh. His fingers slid along your jaw and angled your head up, your gazes meeting. His lips pressed lightly against yours and you whined at the softness of it, the gentle insistence, and the unspoken words. Your heart pounded in your chest as he pushed forward slightly, pulling back to look into your eyes, to watch you as he took you in every sense of the word.
You arched your hips and pulled him in a bit more, the delicious drag already everything. You kept your eyes on Luke and you swiveled your hips, loving the way his mouth drops open, the way his blue eyes turned like a storm in the moonlight that streams through the window. His fingers clamped down on the damp skin on your hip, pulling you down sharply, seating himself fully in you in a swift movement.
You groaned in unison as he stretched and filled you. You yanked him down with a hand on the back of his neck.
“Move.” You growled and he grinned, pushing himself up above you, hands planted firmly by your head. He pulled away and pushed back into you, making you see sparks, your breasts bouncing with the movement. He easily set a quick pace, filling you up and pushing you higher with each push of his hips.
“Fuck.” He grunted above you and you arched, closing your eyes and giving yourself over to the sensation of delicious pressure. You felt it coiling in your stomach, pushing you higher, pulling you into the sweet, sweet abyss.
His hands slid under you, pulling you up as he quickly rolled you over. You settled above him with your hands on his chest and he thumbs at your nipple.
“It’s been so long; I want to watch you.” He whispered and you moaned, tossing your head back as you lifted and then dropped back down. Luke’s deeper like this, hitting that spot within you that always made you shiver and groan. He thrust up lightly with each swivel of your hips and you can’t stop the noises that come from your mouth. You rocked harder against him, pressing your thighs more firmly against the sharp bones of his hips, your fingers clawing at the skin on his chest.
He sat up abruptly and pulled your breast into his mouth just as his thumb found where you’re joined, rubbing at you roughly. He bit down and you came almost instantly, squeezing him like a vice, fluttering around him and clenching your eyes shut.
“Oh, god.” You panted as the familiar feeling that you haven’t had in forever rushed through you. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Luke grabbed your hips and flipped you two back over, pushing your knee over his arm and thrusting into you hard. You arched and you continue to spasm around him, his cock entering you over and over and over-
“Jesus Christ, I’m – “
You came again with a loud groan, never fully coming over your first high and his hips stuttered and faltered, entire body tensing above you. He bit down hard on the swell of your breast and let out a string of curses, lifting up as his hips pressed against yours in stilted, jumpy movements. His lips found yours and he swiped your tongue in your mouth with a groan, collapsing against you fully. Your kiss turns into something soft and gentle, and he pulled back with a sigh, withdrawing from you and falling to your side.
“Oh my god.” You wheezed and he chuckled next to you, fingers lacing behind his head as they stared at the ceiling together. Warm, rough fingers tested with yours and he squeezed gently. You turned to regard him and he gave you a wide grin, slowly settling into something soft and serene and god you missed seeing him with sweat slicked hair stuck to your forehead. Luke fingered a lock of your hair between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it away from your sweaty forehead and tucking it between your ear.
“I love you so much.” His whispered with a voice that was still scratchy from the previous encounter. His eyes were so blue and honest and open and he’s so glad they shared that moment together. You pressed your lips softly to his once more and brought yourself closer to him.
“I love you more.” You smiled sweetly as you two slowly closed your eyes before you jolted with worry as you heard crying. You let out a small sigh and smiled again. Your two boys were all you needed. You looked at Luke. “It was your moaning, just saying,” you said as you found your clothes and made your way upstairs to calm down your little boy that you and Luke created.