You heard your colleague’s voice in the background. But you didn’t react to it. You were focused on something else. Rather someone else. Your boss, that was sitting on the other end of the table, twisting and twirling a pen between his long, slender fingers. He was completely staring at you, head cocked to one side in a rather smug attitude. He was young, not much older than you. Only by a year or two. It always amazed you how successful he was for his age, but with that charm - although he most of the time radiated arrogance… and that smile, his success did not surprise you.
You’d lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him. Hell, that man could have his way with you without you even questioning it, you wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, you wanted it. You wanted him to fuck you, and by judging the look he was giving you, you understood he knew that, too. What made your chest rise and your heartbeat increase, was the fact that he tugged on the collar of his shirt. Then, he gazed up at you again, and the look he was shooting you this time made you weak. He wanted it, too.
To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.
Rating: R [A HIGH AMOUNT OF DOMINANCE AND TALKING DIRTY]
sound of your bedroom door creaking open and the shutters of your blinds getting
pulled up had your eyes beginning to peal open, the sunlight shinning through
the curtains had a hiss falling from your lips as you turn your body over to
look at whomever decided to disturb you so early in the morning.
what time did you go to bed last night?” Your mom questions as you hear
her wining your window open. The sound of birds chirping and lawn mowers
shaving long strands of grass begin to flutter into your ears.
don’t know, two maybe four in the morning?” You respond while groaning and
throwing your head into your pillowcase, the softness of the pillow comforting
you as you let a please sigh slip from your lips.
Y/N! Why were you up so late?” Your mom ask with such frustration in her voice
that your actually scared to look at her, but you’re actually relieved when she
sits down at the foot of your bed and begins to rub your calf in her thigh.
“I was binge watching The Vampire Diaries sue
me.” You say, voice muffled because of the pillow but your mom lets a
tired sigh fall from her lips before pinching your calf gently.
“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for your body.”
Your mom says, only leaving you to blink your eyes open and roll them.
groan before turning around in her grasp and looking up at her, the sunlight
somewhat blinding your eyes.
the truth Y/N, anyways freshen up. Breakfast is downstairs and I need to talk
to you also.” Your mom states while rising up and off the bed, her warm
skin leaving your body, causing you to pout.
do we need to talk about?” You ask while raising up, your left hand coming
up to cover your eyes from the beaming sun as you watch your mom begin to walk
out of your door. “Come downstairs and you’ll find out.” Is the only
thing she says, causing another groan to fall from your lips before you hear
the door slam shut, making you stand and walk out your bedroom and
straight to the washroom.
quickly brush your teeth and wash your face before you hop in the shower, the
feeling of the warm water hitting your cool body had a please sigh slipping
through your lips as you quickly washed up and hopped out.
made your way into your room and quickly put on your under garments before
lotioning your body up, the scent of coconut in the air as you walked over to
your window with your towel wrapped around your body just in time to see your
a few yards away from you, you saw Mr. Hemmings just getting out of the shower
also, his body glistening with water as a white towel was loosely wrapped
around his hips. His once blond hair now resting dark amongst his forehead, he
brings his hand up and brushes it out of his face, making his body look so lean
satisfied moan slipped from your lips as you watch Mr. Hemmings continue to
paste around his room, continuously looking around for something that he lost.
You watch as his body begins to walk towards the window that reflects yours,
his arms reaching out and pulling open a drawer that is conjoined to his desk,
his arm moving around like he is searching for the item before pausing and
looking up towards you.
summary: a round of rough sex with luke in an l.a. party is a good way to end the night.
word count: 2,125
warnings: deals w cheating and also SMUT nasty rough smut with dom!luke because i cant imagine him being vanilla + wall fucking and mirror fucking + choking… lol and i might’ve said ‘cock’ a little too much? … anyways
The bus door slammed shut right before Ashton started calling for you. Tossing the bunk curtains aside, you squinted from the bright light entering your dark bunk. You had been trying to take a nap since you were up late the night before but that now that seemed as if it was going to be impossible. Making your way to the front of the bus you saw Michael and Ashton sitting at the kitchen table and Calum leaning against the few cabinets, arms crossed over his chest. Sliding into the open spot next to Ashton you looked around at the three boys, noting that one of them was missing.
“Where’s Luke?” you questioned.
“He left,” Ashton stated.
“He got mad at us for messing around with him,” Calum informed you.
“For messing around with him? But you guys always mess around with each other…” you said, confused.
“Exactly. Something’s going on with him,” Ashton added.
“How long has it been since the two of you have, you know…” Michael asked.
“Michael!” Calum and Ashton said, looking at him, their eyes wide.
“I-I don’t know. Why?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turn a bright shade of red.
“He’s been acting differently since the tour started. He’s been missing notes during shows and his guitar playing has been off. He’s also been in a pretty bad mood lately” Calum pointed out.
“So you think it’s because we haven’t had sex?” you questioned, having doubts.
All three of the boys eagerly nodded their heads. Truth be told you and Luke hadn’t had sex since the tour had started. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to but there was just no privacy on the tour bus and there was still at least another two weeks before you would staying in a hotel. It had been exactly twenty three days since you had last had sex. Not that you were counting or anything.
“So you want me to have sex with him?” you concluded and again, the boys nodded their heads.
You sighed, thinking about their proposal. “Ok fine. But he can not find out about this!”
The boys high fived each other as you walked back to your bunk to lay down. You had a pretty good idea as to when you would make a move on Luke, but you were just hoping that he would return the favor.
The bus door opened and you heard Luke’s heavy footsteps make their way to the bunks. Wanting to join him but knowing he was in a bad mood you decided to wait a few minutes. Closing your eyes you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Your body shook as two heavy hands tried to wake you up. Mumbling, you turned away from the bright light shining on you.
“Babe,” Luke whispered.
Turning around you saw Luke’s blue eyes staring at you.
“The show’s gonna start soon,” he said quietly as you rubbed your eyes, trying to wake up.
You nodded and stretched your body before getting up and getting ready for the show.
“Thank you much for having us!” your boyfriend yelled into the microphone before running off stage.
He set down his guitar in the appropriate stand before walking over to where you were waiting for him backstage.
“You were amazing babe,” you said as he used his arm to wipe the dripping sweat from his forehead.
You held out your arms and he walked into them pulling you into a tight hug. Almost immediately you felt his hard on pressing into your stomach. Taking a step back, you smirked, glancing down at his jeans, his erection evident.
“How long have you had that?” you teased, moving your hand to brush against it.
“Most of the night. Luckily my guitar was able to hide it,” he told you.
He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss and moved to turn away but you grabbed his hand. Intertwining your fingers with his you practically dragged him down the hallway towards the dressing room. Watching Luke perform always turned you on and you had wanted him by the fifth song and your core was already begging for attention.
Opening the door to the dressing, you quickly scanned the room making sure no one else was in it. Pulling Luke in, you slammed the door shut, locking it before turning around to face him. He was standing with his back to the oversized couch and placing your hands on toned chest you pushed him backwards. He fell onto the couch, his blue eyes now dark.
You pulled the t shirt that you had stolen from him over your head to reveal your pink lacey bra. Tossing the shirt to the ground, you sat down on Luke, straddling him. Placing your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips against his, biting gently on his lip before pulling away. His hands moved to your waist, playing with the waistband of your skinny jeans. Slowly, you moved your hips against his, his erection pressing against your core.
“A little eager are we?” Luke whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.
He leaned up and kissed you hungrily and you could taste the sweat on his lips. His lips moved against yours as his tongue brushed along your teeth. Understanding what he wanted, you opened your mouth as his tongue found its way inside tangling with yours. He let out a soft moan as you tugged on his lower lip.
His hands moved along your sides, causing goosebumps to form. Moving his hands along the material of your bra, he gently squeezed your chest. You let out a moan as two fingers moved underneath the material, playing with your right nipple before moving to the left one.
“Take it off,” you whispered.
Luke obliged and moved his hands to the back of your bra, fumbling with the hook. He always had trouble unhooking it. On the third try, he was successful and he threw it to the floor on top of your discarded t shirt. His hands moved back to your chest as he continued to squeeze before leaning forward and moving his tongue along each nipple. He gently bit down and you moaned as each one became hard from his touch.
When he was satisfied he pulled away, smirking at you. Smiling you stood up and slid your jeans down your legs as Luke’s dark blue eyes watched you eagerly. You kicked them to the side and held your hands out. Luke placed his hands in yours and you pulled him up so that he was standing directly in front of you. Your hands moved to the hem of his sweaty t shirt and you pulled it over his head. Next you moved to the button of his black skinny jeans and pulled them down his long legs. His erection was evident against his tight black boxers and you moved your hand down, palming him through the material. His hands moved to the back of your thighs and he whispered, “Jump,” as he picked you up, kissing you eagerly.
Your fingers tangled in his blonde hair as he took he a few steps, your back coming to a stop against the wall. He placed you down as his hands moved along your stomach and down to your black lace underwear. Without hesitation he fingers moved underneath the material and down to your dripping core. Moving his fingers along your folds, you moaned as he moved them over your sensitive spot. Two fingers slipped inside as he began moving them in and out.
“Luke,” you groaned, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.
His lips moved down to neck as he sucked gently, being careful not to leave any marks.
A knot began to form in your stomach and you knew you were to close to the edge but ou weren’t quite ready to release as you whispered, “Fuck me,” in Luke’s ear.
His hands moved from out of your underwear as you moved yours to his boxers. You pulled them down and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. Your hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down, as he let out a deep moan. Thrusting your hips foreward, you ran his length along your folds.
“Stop teasing me Y/N,” Luke growled, placing a hand on the back of your right thigh and wrapping it around his waist.
He pushed your hand aside as he wrapped his around his erection. He it moved along your folds one more time before pushing inside you. Biting down on your lip, you tried not to scream out.
Luke’s buried his head into your shoulder as he began thrusting, moving at a rapid pace. Your fingernails dug into his back as he moved quickly against you and you wrapped your left leg around his waist. Your back moved up and down against the wall while the sound both of your heavy breathing filled the room as the two of knew neared your release.
“God I missed this,” he breathed.
“M-me t-too,” you moaned.
His thrusts became quicker as you felt the familiar began to form again in your stomach. Your nails dug into his shoulders and with two more thrusts Luke reached his high while your walls clenched around him. You immediately felt your entire body become weak as your vision became blurry.
“Damn babe,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
“That was hott,” you said, breathless.
Luke nodded and you unwrapped your legs from around him. He pulled his length out and gently placed you down on the floor. Your legs were wobbly and you kept your hands wrapped around his neck for a brief moment, trying to steady yourself.
“You ok?” Luke murmured.
“My legs are like jello,” you admitted, leaning against the wall.
Luke pressed his lips against yours while a knock came from the other side of the door.
“Why is the door locked?” Ashton called from the other side.
Luke rolled his eyes at Ashton as he walked over to pick up both of your clothes.
“Just a moment,” he called back.
Quickly the two of you dressed yourselves and looked in the mirror one last time before opening the door to an annoyed Ashton.
“We’re leaving in twenty minutes,” he said, walking into the room. “Why haven’t you gotten in the shower? You know the one on the bus sucks!”
Luke smiled, looking over at you. “Wanna join me?” he asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bathroom.
“So how long are you
going to be acting like a complete brat?” He dictated, his body now pushing
away from the fence and now standing in front of you. His body leaning into
yours that pushes against the fence even more than before.
“Until you decide to
leave me alone,” You state, head falling to the side as you do your best to
look unfazed by how close he is, and how his cologne just makes you want to
wrap your arms around him and push his body against yours so you can press your
lips against his.
“Well that’s going to
be shit luck for you because I’m never going to be leaving you alone.” He
answers, lips tugging into a smirk as you feel yourself just completely cave
in. The new found information that Luke won’t give up his tantalizing ways just
to get you, has your mind in the gutter and the butterflies in your stomach
just to buzz around more intensely then before.
A/N: inspired by the scene with kevin and the southside serpent, joaquin, from Riverdale
The sound of laughter
and energetic conversations rattled off of your beige locker and flutters in your
ears, along with the sound of sneakers smacking against the dirty hallway
floors and the shutting of the exit doors being heard from where you are
standing packing school work in your bag.
It was finally Friday
and you’re buzzing with joy, you had nothing to do today but just to lay in bed
and sleep. Not every day did you get a chance to take a nap after school, you
always had something to do; go to your volleyball practices or go to your after
school clubs and sometimes help tutor some of the kids on your street. You’re
always busy and today you get the chance to finally rest.
So when you finally
dropped your purple binder into your backpack and zipped it up a pleased sigh
slipped out of your nose and into the energetic atmosphere, you let your hands
tug away from your sliver zipper and close your locker before letting your body
rest against it, the cool material causing your heated up body to chill for a
“What are you doing?”
You hear a voice ask, that causes your eyes to turn away from the white tiles
and turn towards the voice. Samantha’s copper hair trailed down her shoulder
and rested by her rip cage, her hazel eyes looking at you with question as one
of her makeup filled eyebrows rose up on her forehead as her lips covered in a
deep red colour was set in a straight line as she looked at you with
“It’s finally Friday!” You
sing, eyes closing for a moment as you let your head tilt against the locker and
letting a smug smile tug on your lips. You watch as Samantha rolls her eyes before
she leans against the locker next to yours, lips tugging into a smug smile a
like yourself as her eyes glaze over with humor.
“So what?” She says, her
cranberry lips moving as her words trail out of her mouth and smacks you in
your face as you let your jaw drop and look at her with complete shock.
“So what! So what! Sam!
I literally don’t have anything to do today. I don’t have volleyball, I don’t
have any clubs to go to and I don’t have to tutor the kids on my street.” You say
with excitement as a smug smile escapes your lips and a happy smile sets in
“God the kids on your
streets are such brats.” Samantha grunts while rolling her eyes before shaking
her head at you. “Anyways that’s not even the point, did you hear about what’s
happening to The Twilight Drive-In?”
She asks, both of her eyebrows rising up on her forehead as she stares at you
“No?” You state while
shrugging your shoulders, head titling off of the locker and body turning to
face Samantha as she rolls her eyes once again at your answer.
“How do you not know?”
She questions, voice filled with aggravation as a laugh trails out of your
“You know if you
continue to roll your eyes like that, they’re gonna get stuck.” You inquire,
only making her roll her eyes again before taking her hand off of her blue
denim jeans and rising it up to your cheek, her thumb running against your skin
and caressing it.
“Please don’t be a
smart ass.” She says, a fake smile on her deep lips as you watch her gold
earrings dance around with her shaking head.
“Fine, then all be a
dumbass.” You scoff, your body leaning off of your locker as you let your arms
interlock with each other and rest along your chest.
Samantha pulled her hand
away from your cheek and let her eyes flicker shut, her breath coming out heavy
as you watched her lips silently count to ten before her eyes re-opened and
look at you like she wanted to snap.
“Did your therapist
tell you to do that whenever you’re annoyed?” You question, your right foot
shifting away from your left foot which causes your hip to pop out as you look
at Sam with amusement.
“Yes she actually did,
now when you are done with your… irritating responses I would like to finish
what I was about to say.” She says, her lips tugging into a smile as she lets
her high heeled boots smack against the tile floor to an unknown beat.
You say while tearing one of your hands away from your chest and flicking at
“As I was going to say,
The Twilight Drive-In is shutting
down so tonight is the last night to see a movie there and also make out with a
hot guy in the backseat of his car like in Grease.”
She beams, her pearly white teeth showing as her eyes glow with happiness and
excitement which only causes you to groan and smack your head against your locker.
“Sam… I don’t wanna
go!” You cry, a painful expression washing over your facial features as you
look at her like you’re going to die.
“Why not?” She asked,
voice annoyed as she looked at you like she wanted to kill you on the spot.
“Because it’s Friday!
My only free day in this whole entire month! And also, you are most definitely
going to find some guy to make out with and just neglect me.” You rush, eyes
rolling as you look at her with bewilderment.
“That’s so false and
you know that!” Samantha exaggerates while her jaw drops and her hands tug away
from her sides to slide onto her hips.
You just let your eyes
roll as you stare at her and shake your head, Samantha knows for a fact that
she would do something like this so you decide not to even encourage the
conversation even more, instead you let your head turn away from her gaze and look
down the hallway where people continue to flutter out of to leave school.
It was blond hair and
piercing blue eyes that had your heart hammering against your chest and eyes
looking all over the place, your hands grew sweat between the cracks of your knuckles
as you felt your whole entire face heat up just at the sight of him.
Okay for starters…I made Y/BF/N Jamie because I’m typing this on my phone and typing Y/BF/N is annoying lmaoo sorry. And the anon who originally requested this has asked me to focus this mainly on black girls/POC, so I’m extra hyped.
Also I honestly think I might make this a series? The beautiful and most talented Gabby (@lukeysgirl) kinda inspired me to, but I didn’t have a prompt. Might also steal her idea of a new chapter every 100 notes…what do you guys think?
You checked over your outfit once more in the full body mirror before walking carefully down the stairs. You’ve had more than one encounter attempting to run down the stairs before someone reached your house and it always ended badly.
“You look so pretty!” Jamie grinned as she turned around on the couch to see you.
“All I did was my hair and makeup, Jamie. I have on shorts and a shirt.”
“Can’t ever take a compliment.” She rolled her eyes playfully.“ What time is Calum coming?”
You checked the time on your phone before answering,“Any minute now.”
“You’re excited, aren’t you? I mean there’s a hot, young Australian who wants to be your sugar daddy. How much better can life get?”
“I don’t know. I’m not a sexual person, Jamie, how am I just going to be there at his every beckoning call?”
“You’ll do it, trust me.” She laughed, her smile widening when she heard someone knock on the door.