but sweetie i locked myself out where are the spare keys

100 Dollars

Justin’s texts in bold. Yours are normal. You’ve been texting this guy for a while now and little do you know that your actually texting THE Justin Bieber.


Originally posted by forame

Are we ever ever going to meet?

Not yet

Why not?

My mom doesn’t let me

What? Justin your a grown ass man that’s a lie.

Alright fine. You got me I’m actually 12

I knew it since the beginning, you know

Lmao

No but seriously why not?

Can we not do this right now, I’m eating out with my friends for my birthday.
I’m just not ready.

But we’ve been texting for 7 months, what do you mean your not ready?

I just don’t wanna meet you yet
It’ll change everything

Hell yeah it will!
It’ll be so freaking fun!

No Y/N not like that
I mean in a bad way
You’ll treat me differently

100 dollars says I won’t

Don’t make that bet unless you have a hundred to spare

…If you didn’t wanna meet me you could have just said so

No Y/N it’s not like that
Y/N?
Cmon don’t be like this

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***

With a loud and agitated sigh, I shut my phone off and threw it down on my white bed sheets besides me. I’m beginning to get sick of Justin’s excuses - they’re beginning to make me a little claustrophobic. I need a break. 

With yet another loud sigh and the rub of my face, I decided It was time I actually left the house and began my decent down the stairs, into the kitchen where my mother stood wiping the marble bench top.

Not having the energy to converse with her at this moment, I grabbed the keys right off the exact bench she was currently rubbing at and made a dash for the door. “I’m leaving.” I informed her on my way out.

“Alright sweetie!” Mom replied with no fuss and at the approving comment, I was out the door.

I need something to get my mind off things. Just me. No phone, no parents and no Justin. Quickly darted out the house and towards my new white Range Rover which my father bought for my birthday that just passed recently.

As I settled inside and switched on the ignition, I sat for a second debating on where I should go and escape the rest of the day  and at the thought, my stomach made a loud gurgling noise. Guess I’m going out to eat.

With no hesitation, I finally mustered up the perfect place to go and began backing up out of the driveway, beginning my decent down towards a close friend of mine’s shop. Cassy owns a big fancy restaurant down the road from me and always gives me discounts on my food. 

The people there despise me considering I always rock up in sweat pants and an Adidas shirt while they all practically parade around in designer dresses and expensive pearls.

Once I arrived, I jumped out of my car and threw the keys to the valet employee. I don’t know why but every time I come here I seem to act like queen shit. It’s honestly kind of hilarious.

I stepped through the large, grand restaurant doors and not even a few seconds later was immediately greeted by Cassy herself, running forward towards me. “Oh my god Y/N, it’s been so long. C'mon lets get you seated.”

With a smile, I obliged to following the girl over towards a table for two draped elegantly in a creme cloth that was decorated with a few flowers and fine cutlery. I placed myself on one side, Cassy seating herself on the other. 

She always accompanied me when I come to eat here, it was our little thing. With the flick of her fingers, a waiter came over and took our orders, then left once we were done.

Suddenly she sat right up, a face full of excitement. “You came on the right day my girl.” She smiled and I furrowed my eyebrows at her enthusiasm. 

“Why, what happened?” I chuckled. 

“Alright,” Cassy began “ Don’t freak out but, guess who made a reservation and is sitting in this restaurant right now?” She squealed

My head quickly jolted up as I glanced around the restaurant. Then my eyes landed on a boy sitting a little further away with a group of people and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. Justin Bieber! He was my idle though for some reason, I didn’t find myself jumping for joy as I expected too.

“No way.” I whisper shouted. Cassy giggled “Yes way. Apparently today’s his birthday or something.”

Hm, that’s funny. It’s also my friend Justin’s birthday.

“Cool.” I mumbled, turning my head away.

“You should go and talk to him.” Casst smiled but overall I just shrugged “Nah, I wouldn’t wanna disturb him on his birthday. He’s probably just trying to enjoy a nice lunch.”

“Suit yourself.” She shrugged.

It was silent between us for a moment until I decided to stand up and said “I’m going to the restroom.”

An approving hum was sung from Cassy and I found myself strutting my way over to the restroom afterwards. It was a unisex toilet meaning there was a mixture of men and woman in here, but nothing really other than a few old posh white folks who were eyeing me wearily for my fashion choice.

I ignored the stares and found my way into a stall, did my business and walked over to the sinks. By then, everyone else had left the bathrooms and I was found pumping some soap from the dispenser in my hands alone. Just then the door opened.

I looked up into the mirror and spotted Justin Bieber himself walking into the room. He wore nothing but a pair of baggy jeans and loose white fitted T. His hair messily flipped over his forehead and tattoos on full display. 

That’s a bold move to pull in a restaurant like this, the oldies hated any inked skin and tended to gossip. But I liked his confidence, kind of like myself.

 I smiled small at him before applying my concentration back on my own hands.

He walked forward over to the sink beside me and began running a hand through his long blonde hair and I watched in awe as his fingers played around with his locks, not realising that I had been staring for a little to long.

He cleared his throat loudly, causing my eyes to dart down to his. “Oh um, sorry.” I muttered to which he chuckled.

 "Nah it’s alright. People tend to stare a lot.“ He shrugged

I turned off the faucet of the gold sink and moved over to grab some paper towels to dry my hands. "Must suck.”

“Yeah.” He replied straightening himself out. Silence overcame the surrounding air for a second as we continued on with our own things, until he suddenly spoke again. “I like you’re style. You do it on purpose?” He smirked. 

I knew what he was getting at. The fact that I had actually had the guts to appear in a place of displayed wealth, dressed like this. You wouldn’t do it unless you were trying to piss off the rich people who dined here. He knew too well, because it was obvious he was doing the same.

“You know it.” I nodded. “Its hilarious to see the snobby faces when you walk in. The scowls are priceless.” 

He chuckled. “Yeah, I know right?” he agreed.

“I mean, you would know.” I pointed out, glaring back at his outfit.

Justin laughed, glancing down at his choice of clothes and shook his head in humour. “I’ll have you know these jeans are designer.” He teased. 

“I’m wearing designer too.” I nodded. “I’m actually wearing Calvin Klein underwear.” I giggled. “That’s as designer as your gonna get with me.” 

Justin actually laughed at this, a full blown loud laugh, unlike the chuckles he displayed previously. I giggled along with him snapping the waist band of my underwear to prove my point.

Justin shook his head, finally letting down, and I stepped forward smiling at the handsome man.

“Well, I better go, my friends waiting for me.” I began my way over towards the door but was suddenly held back by a loud … 

“Wait!” He yelled. I stopped. “I didn’t catch you name.” He continued.

I smirked, glancing at him one more time, with one hand on the door. “ I think we both know you already know that.”

And with that, I left him in the bathroom, standing there in shock.

That’s right Justin. I caught on.

***

“I better get back to work.” Cassy sighed.

“Yeah, well, I’m done anyways. So I’m gonna leave. Thanks Cass.”

Cassy nodded. “No problems. I’ll see ya later.” She waved. I watched as she made her way into the kitchen, yelling at a few of her employees who were slacking off on the way.

I sighed in exhaustion and waved a hand over to my waiter, who slowly and carelessly made his way over to my table “Yes madam, what may I get you?”

“My tab please.” I smiled.

The man began shuffling through some papers in his hands before turning back to me, eyebrows raised in slight surprise.  "You’re clear.“ he announced. 

But I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? But I haven’t payed yet.”

“Curtesy of the man that goes by the name of Justin Bieber. He asked to put your tab on his.”

My eyes winded in slight shock and confusion but couldn’t help the smile that set across my face. 

That sneaky bastard. 

Justin’s POV

It’s her. It’s really Y/N. She’s so much prettier in person. We’ve been talking for so long and I just couldn’t believe she was actually here in front of me. She knew who I was and didn’t freak out.

I carefully watched as she conversed with the waiter for a little before getting up and walking out of the restaurant, sparing me a glance along the way. She sent me a small wink before exiting the restaurant.

“Jay?” I snapped my head up to look back at Hailey who had been apparently yelling my name.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“Why are you staring at that girl. Stop being a creep and eat.” She demanded.

I chuckled slightly, turning back around to dig into my meal once again. I’ll text Y/N later and figure out what the hell just happened. I want to ask her when she figured it out.

That’s when suddenly, the same waiter who was serving Y/N began making his way over to me. “Mr Bieber, you have a note from the women sitting opposing. I believe her name was Y/N Y/L/N.”

He handed me the note which I cautiously took from his hand and watched as he walked off further into the restaurant.

With curious eyes and cautious hands, I slowly pulled at the folded note and took a peek at the 5 words sprawled across. And subconsciously, a large smile found it way onto my face at the words. 

‘You owe me 100 dollars. - Y/N.’

Counter Act

Spencer x reader

Flood warning

“I’m drunk!“

“Kinda gathered that Pen. When you started hounding Reid to play strip poker it kinda gave the game away,” you laughed at your best friend, trying to push her into the back of the cab Reid had hailed.

“I don’t know where my keys are… I’s losted em.”

“Yep,” you fastened her seat belt. “That’s why you’re staying in my spare room remember sweetie.”

The cabbie turned around, “If she vomits, there’s a $100 soiling charge.”

You nodded waving a plastic bag at him, you had it covered. You and Spencer climbed in on either side of your wasted colleague. You lived in the same direction so he was gonna help you get her to yours and carry on home in the same cab.

The driver set off, Garcia rambling incoherently before passing out on your shoulder.

“How is it that it’s Morgans fault she’s this pissed, but we get stuck making sure she gets home safely,” you looked over at your friend.

“Because Morgans’s the only one that can handle Rossi when he’s wasted. I think we got the easy end of the deal,” he laughed back at you. “She’s drooling on your shoulder by the way.”

“Yep, I can feel it,” you grimaced.

The taxi pulled up outside your house ten minutes later, you shaking Garcia awake.

“No, no no, sleep,” she mumbled as you fiddled with her seat belt and climbed out of the taxi, tugging her with you. She wouldn’t budge.

“Spence….. I think you’re gonna need to come in with us, I’m not gonna be able to get her up the stairs by myself. I’ll call you another cab later or your can crash on the couch.”

He shrugged, paying the driver and hopping out of the other side.

Between the two of you, you managed to drag Penelope inside and push her up the stairs to your spare room.

“Spencer! You’re soooo pretty Spencer. Our little boy genius,” she kept grabbing at his tie much to his amusement as you unbuckled her heels and pulled down the cover to the bed.

“You just need to loosen up a little…. ” she’d managed to completely unravel his tie now it hanging loose at the sides of his neck. “Y/N you think he’s pretty don’t you. She’s told me….. ”

“Sleep Garcia,” you covered her up, placing a glass of water and some advil on the bedside table. She started snoring before you’d even closed the door, and you led Spencer down your stairs to your kitchen.

He went to call a cab, coming back in a few minutes later. “There’s an hours wait, can I just crash here?” he’d rolled his sleeves back up. They’d come loose in his tussle with Penelope.

“Sure thing. Beer?” you pulled two out of the fridge ready. “I’m not quite ready for sleep yet.”

He took one off you taking a long drink as you leant back against your kitchen counter watching him.

Penelope was right, he really was pretty.

“What?” he clocked you watching him, licking the residue of his beer off his lips.

“Nothing, I was just thinking that I agree with Pen. You are definitely pretty Spence. Pretty hot.” Smooth Y/N, smooth…

His eyebrows shot up in suprise, “What?”

You shrugged, “You’re hot Reid.”

“You think that I’m hot?” Disbelief clouded his voice.

You moved closer to him, taking the beer bottle of his hand and placing it on the counter besides him.

“Yep,” you popped the p. “Especially now, slightly dishevelled, tie hanging loose.”

“Erm, I kinda think you’re pretty too,” he blushed slightly, biting his bottom lip.

It was the lip bite that did it and you reached out grabbing the loose ends of his tie.

“Good, it makes this so much easier,” you tugged hard on the tie ends pulling him towards you, his lips coming down to meet yours.

His mouth crashed onto yours, his hands moving straight to your waist and gripping firmly. You started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt making quick work of opening them.

Tilting your head to the side you flicked your tongue out, dragging it across his lip and feeling them part, his own tongue coming out to meet yours hungrily. Fuck, the boy was a good kisser.

Pressing his body against yours he started walking you backwards until your felt the edge of your kitchen island jabbing into your back. His hands moved to bottom of your top, pushing it up and over your head, your lips breaking contact so you could pull it off.

He stared at you hungrily, taking in the curve of your breasts. Tugging on his tie again you pulled him back down, him hesitating before pressing his lips to yours again, “Are you drunk Y/N?”

“Not in the slightest Spence. We don’t have to do this though if you don’t want to.” Giving him the chance to bow out now.

“No, I do want to. I like you, a lot. I just…. Didn’t want this to be a drunken mistake.”

“I like you too Spencer, have done for a while. Now can you just kiss me again please,” you yanked on the tie now, seeing a grin appear on his face before his lips pressed against yours again, moving faster now.

His hands started roaming up and down your torso, grasping at your skin and making you gasp when his palms skimmed over the cups of your bra. He moved his hands up to your shoulders, pushing down the straps. Your hands found his belt buckle, fumbling with it and then popping open his button and zipper.

Moving his hands to your butt, he crouched slightly picking you up and placing you on your worktop, pushing your skirt up as he went. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him tightly to you, feeling him hard against you.

Reaching his hand between your legs he began massaging over the fabric of your panties, the friction making you cry out. Moving from your mouth he started kissing a wet trail down your neck to your breasts pushing down the cups of your bra as he went. Your hands moved to his hair, tangling in his messy curls as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, you feeling it harden instantly as his tongue flicked out against it.

“Fuck Spencer….. ” You moaned as his hand moved faster between your thighs, pushing your underwear to one side so he could caress you, feeling how wet you were. You didn’t want to wait any longer, you needing him now. You untangled your hands from his hair moving them down to his pants and shoving them open and down, hearing his buckle clink on the floor. Gripping his erection you positioned him at your entrance, sliding as close to the edge of your counter as your dared without risking falling off.

He kissed back up to your mouth, before pushing himself into you, a groan leaving his throat as you tightened around him.

“So….. So good Y/N,” your legs locked around his waist he began thrusting, filling you deeper with each move. You gripped the sides of your counter to stop from coming off as his pace increased, his hand slipping back between you to massage and rub at your clit, the sensitive nub already throbbing.

Kissing and licking his neck you stifled your moans as his fingers increased their rubbing, driving you crazy.

“I’m close Y/N, this is too good,” he rasped out, his other hand digging into the curve of your ass.

“Mmmmm I know, just a bit…… Oh fuck.” You’d been about to say harder when he hit your sweet spot deep inside, making you bite down on his shoulder.

A few more thrusts and you felt yourself going light headed, that familiar heat rushing through you. “Spencer, I’m gonna….. Ah…ah, fuck.”

The contractions from your orgasm sent him over the edge too and a few hard, fast pumps later and he moaned the same, long low “fuuuck” as he came.

You held each other panting, your legs loosening their grip on him.

“Wow,” he whispered into your neck.

“I know,” you chuckled back.

“Guys…. Are you done? Can I get another drink now?” You heard a voice from the other side of your kitchen door, you both pulling apart quickly.

“Shit!” You both exclaimed grabbing at your clothes, Garcia pushing the door open seconds later a dirty smirk on her face.

“The kitchen counter….. Nice work genius!”

Another World Entirely Epilogue pt 1/?

So yeah I’m thinkin either a short epilogue of like 2-3 parts or maybe even a mini series that will continue after all the stuff.

Warning: idk probably swearing i don’t remember, kinda stress, yeah…

Word Count: 1.597

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ANOTHER WORLD ENTIRELY SERIES

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           13 Months after The Heroes came to -and left- Neverland.

   “What’s wrong?” I heard Peter ask from the doorway.

I didn’t answer I just threw the object of my frustrations against the wall.

My shoe.

He chuckled and picked it up, coming to crouch beside where I sat on the floor.

Originally posted by suggysangster

   “Now what did the shoe ever do to you?” he cocked his eyebrow and examined my shoe in his hands.

   “It’s just shitty because I can’t think up decent shoes!” I tossed the other shoe out the window with a huff.

He dropped the first shoe and took hold of my hands, pulling my up to my feet as he stood.

   “Considering your magical abilities saved the island - and me - I think you can figure out how to conjure up decent shoes,” he laughed.

   “It’s not just the shoes,” I confessed.

   “What do you mean?” he guided me to the porch outside the tree house.

   “I don’t know,” I wasn’t sure if I should tell him my worries.

It wasn’t anything bad really. 

I was just panicking about what consequences I’d brought about since saving Peter.

   “love, you’ve been distant for a while,” he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and rested his chin on the top of my head.

   “I’m sorry,” I mumbled into hsi chest. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind,”

I sighed and pulled back so i could look up at him.

   “I’ve been worried that I messed up the timeline too badly,” I explained. “I’ve learned from seeing others fuck it up that fate has a way of turning things badly,”

   “You’ve seen others fuck up timelines?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise and confusion. “How?”

   “Not personally,” I chuckled halfheartedly. “Remember what I told you when we first met, about Tv and the Internet?”

   “Yeah,” he looked down as he recalled the conversation from my first night here. “That’s how you knew everything about me,”

   “Well there are stories of a guy that can run faster than anything, so fast he can run back in time and mess things up. And his issues are what have tought me these things,” I said seriously.

I couldn’t believe I was giving Peter Pan lessons on time travel do’s and don’t’s based on what I’d seen in the Flash.

My life has certainly changed since coming here.

   “Okay so what do you want to do?” his question surprised me.

I hadn’t thoguht about how I could remedy my stress.

   “I don’t know,” I said, thinking hard. “Maybe we could go to Storybrooke?”

   “Where’s that?” he asked.

   “It’s where the Heroes live,” I told him, stepping away and picking up my stupid fucking shoe.

   “You know where they live?” he leaned back against the wall.

I gave him a knowing look.

   “Right,” he laughed. “Tv and the Internet. You know everything,”


I was sitting with felix by the fire that evening when he’d clearly noticed I wasn’t paying attention to whatever he was saying to me.

   “Hey,” he nudged me with his elbow. “Where’s your head at?”

   “Just thinking fo stuff,” I mumbled through a mouthfull of bread and meat.

   “Yeah no shit,” he chuckled. “What’s the stuff you’re thinkin’ about?”

   “Just all the stuff I messed up to save the island,” I sighed.

   “What’s got you so worried?” he asked.

   “There are just some key events that started a chain of other key events and I’m worried I stopped some or all of those key events from happening,” I finished my sentence and took a deep breath.

   “You just said ‘key events’ like 40 times,” he laughed softly. “Why don’t you go see if you messed up the timeline? Go to wherever the kid is and see if everything’s okay?”

   “I suggested that to Peter,” I smiled at how in sync I was with my best friend.

   “Then I guess that’s the plan you should go with,” he turned to me with a smirk.

But I still had an obstical to move past before I could do that.

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

I’d said goodnight to the boys and headed up to the tree house where Peter was in his usual spot on the windowsill looking out over the forest.

   “I think we should go to Storybrooke,” he said to me as I walked in.

   “But I can’t,” I said firmly. “I’ve had the island’s healing water. I can’t leave,”

   “You can if you leave a piece of yourself behind and vow to return,” he smiled truimphantly.

   “A piece of myself?” I said thoughtfully. “You mean like a finger or toe? Because Ineed all of those,”

   “No stupid,” he laughed and jumped down from the window to face me properly. “Leave behind your shadow,”


Having mentally prepared for a trip out of Neverland, and physically prepared by having Peter instruct his shadow gently rip off my shadow without killing me like Greg, (it still really fucking hurt though,) we set out to travel to Storybrooke via a magic bean.

One of many beans Peter had been saving for a rainy day.

We each had one spare for a way home.


   “Alright boys,” I shouted to the lost boys who had gathered around us to see us off. “Felix is in charge and he has been instructed to lock any badly behaved boys in the echo caves,”

There was bunch of groans and whispers from the boys and a chuckle from Peter by my side.

   “Okay bye everyone!” he yelled, not really being one for 'farewells,’ and tossed one of his magic beans to the ground.

The boys stepped back as the portal appeared and Peter reached for my hand.

With a quick goodbye wave to the boys I jumped, Peter in tow, with a clear image of the road leading in and out of Storybrooke in my mind.

I wanted to scream but instead focused on getting us to the right place.

We landed with a thud in the tall grass that grows on the side of the road.

   “Are we in the right place?” Peter said nervously.

I looked up and down the empty road.

There, just on the far side of a spray painted red line, a sign that read:

“Leaving Storybrooke”

My hands flew to my mouth and I laughed.

   “We’re here,” I practically squeaked as I spun around taking in my surroundings. “Oh my gods I can'tbelive I’m actually here,”

   “You’re so cute when you’re excited,” Peter laughing at me caused me to stop and run to him.

   “I’m so happy I woke up on Neverland that day,” I grinned as I jumped into his waiting arms. “I’m so glad I met you,”

   “Okay okay,” he chuckled and put me down. “We’re here for a reason remember?”

   “Oh shit!” I suddenly panicked. “You’re Peter Pan!”

   “Yes I know,” he looked at me confused.

   “The heroes knwo who you are,” I ran my hands through my hair as I thought of what to do. “You can’t just go walking around the streets of Storybrooke looking like Mr Gold’s teenage father who kidnapped Henry!”

   “'Mr Gold’?” Peter raised his eyebrow at the unfamiliar name.

   “That’s Rumple’s name here,” I explained. “Cuz in the enchanted forest he was know for his ability to spin straw into gold,”

   “Weird,” he mumbled. “Do you reckon we’ll run into him?”

   “I don’t know,” I said thoughtfully. “But if we do we can’t let him recognise you. We need to put a glamour spell over you so no one know’s you’re you,”

   “Okay but what about you?” he asked as he waved his hand with green shimmering mist following as he practiced his glamour spell.

   “No one knows me,” I chuckled at him.

   “Hook does,” he reminded me of the day Hook and his men came to Neverland and I was the one who greeted them.

   “He stank of liquor that day I doubt he remembers,” I laughed at the memory of the day I met Captain Hook.

   “True enough,” Peter shrugged then waved his hand gently in front of his face.

There was a soft shimmering around him but I didn’t see any difference.

   “Nup, didn’t work,” I said bluntly.

   “Yes it did,” he laughed gently before summoning up a mirror and looking at himself.

I moved behind him and looked over his shoulder at the strange face in the mirror.

He had the same coloured hair and eyes but his facial structure was different. His cheeks werent as angular and his lips not as plump. His ears also didn’t stick out as much.

   “Ew,” I grumbled at the new look.

   “What?” he looked at me over his shoulder before dissolving the mirror and turning to me fully. “I made it so you can see through it,”

   “I figured but you still look funny in the mirror,” I shrugged.  “You also need differnt clothes,”

Using my own magic to summon up a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t shirt and a dark green flannel. “Put these on," 

He started taking off his clothes to change but I stopped him.

   "Alright kiddo,” I shoved the clothes I’d summoned into his arms. “As much as I would love to see you take off your clothes right now, it’s actually against the law to do that. It’s called streaking to most but the autorities call it indecent exposure. Just do a quick change with magic,”

he shook his head with a confused laugh but did as I asked.

He stood before me and nervously tugged at the flannel.

   “You look fine sweetie,” I took his hand and started walking. “Now let’s get going,”

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Pairing: Luke Hemmings & (y/n)
Rating: This is more fluff than smut, but there is still a bit of smut so please read with caution.
Words: 2,600+
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Summary: Luke just wants to take care of her and not be rough for once.


No matter how hard I tried I could not get comfortable. Shifting on the couch for what had to be the hundredth time I positioned myself to lay on my stomach supporting myself up with my forearms and elbows and with my legs behind me up in the air with my ankles crossed. There that felt a little better.

Friday night and I was sitting on the couch in one of Luke’s comfy cotton black tees and yoga leggings, my blanket now underneath my body as I had just changed positions intently watching the new episode of Say Yes to the Dress. 

After only ten minutes of feeling content, the bruises on my hips began to ache from my current position and with a huff I left the couch and walked to the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of water before returning to the couch to sit normally before picking up my cell. I clicked on his name and it rang a few times before I was greeted with his cheerful tone.

“Hi baby.”

“Hello, are you still at the studio?”

“Mhmm. Just finishing up now, what’s up?”

“Nothing, just curious.”

“I should be home in an hour, an hour and a half max, wait up for me, sweetheart?”

“Duh. Now get back so you can come home to me.” I smiled into the phone even though he couldn’t see me. I had been thinking of him all day.

“Alright, love you.”

“I love you too, Luke.” I clicked end to our phone conversation before taking a swig of water.

I turned my attention back to the show, but I kept getting distracted by the fact that Luke would be home soon. My mind wandered off to last night and how truly incredible it was. Luke was the sweetest boy I knew, but when we were in bed together all of that flew out of the window.

While being intimate Luke morphed from my awkward cuddly best friend into this man who was dominant and kinky, resulting is the most perfect combination of a boyfriend that I could have ever dreamed of.

Yesterday I had felt horny all day long, but that wasn’t my fault with the way he was looking. His black skinny jeans were nothing out of the ordinary but I could clearly distinguish the outline of his package, and I couldn’t resist touching him to get him into the mood. My plan would have been flawless, if we weren’t in a public area. 

His smile from Calum’s stupid joke had been completely wiped off his face as he leaned into my ear.

“Stop it. Now.” His tone was demanding and his blue eyes looked down into mine daring me to try something again.

 

“You just look so good baby, I can’t help myself.”

 

Pinching the bridge of his nose Luke closed his eyes as if he were in pain and left his seat motioning for me to follow him away from the crowed brunch table.

 

Smoothing out my dress I followed after him smiling sweetly to Michael who raised an eyebrow as we both left the table. Luke noticeably flustered, while I held a smile. Luke walked at a quick pace and once we were down the hall away from our friends Luke grabbed my waist and threw me into the bathroom before locking the door. His firm grip pushed me up against the wall as his hands raked down my body.

 

“Think that’s funny? Feeling me up in front of our friends?” His hands pulled up the hem of my dress as his right hand went to rub me in small circles over the fabric of my panties. I could already feel the wetness forming, I loved rough Luke. The moan fell freely from my lips as he entered a finger in between my folds causing my hands to grab his hips for support.

 

Suddenly Luke removed his finger and placed it on my lips. I opened my mouth to suck his finger as I would suck his dick and moaned as I licked the juices of myself off of him.

 

“Enough. Go back out there and be a good girl, or else.”

 

“Luke,” I wined as his hands left me completely and he went to wash his hands in the sink. “I can’t go back out there like this.”

 

“Now you know how I feel.”

 

“Please, please baby, just fuck me here.”

 

“I am not fucking you in a bathroom, sweetheart.” He kissed my lips before unlocking the door and placing his left hand on the small of my back leading me to where our friends sat. My dominant was still a gentleman as ever.

 

  

I wanted nothing more than for Luke to walk through the doors of the house we shared, rip off my clothes, and fuck me like last night. I lifted up his shirt I was wearing to examine the aftermath of that wild and passionate night and ran my left index finger over the bruises scattered on my hips from Luke’s strong grip. 

The bruises had been bothering me all day, but it also had me longing for more. Such a strange combination I couldn’t quite comprehend.

Waiting for Luke was more than my impatient self could handle, entering the kitchen once again I opened a bottle of White Zinfandel and poured myself a glass of wine. Downing the pink drink in no time, I filled up my second glass.

The door shut causing my head to snap up as I gulped down my second glass before Luke made his way into the kitchen.

“Hi baby.” Luke’s smile stretched out across his face, apparently the aftermath of last night had a lasting affect on him as well.

“Luke, I’ve wanted you all day.” This was true. I simply could not wait any longer.

“Oh sweetie,” Luke walked up to me before putting his hands on my cheeks and pulling me in for a sweet kiss. “You’re not wasting any time tonight.”

“Nope. I want you, want you now.”

“Well, I’m exhausted, let’s clean up and get ready for bed and then I can have you.” He kissed down my neck causing me to moan before he backed away. “Clean up first.” He smacked my ass before walking into the living room to turn off the TV and fold the blankets.

Luke was such a neat freak it was absolutely ridiculous. Before we could go out to a nice romantic dinner, vacation, or even have sex, you name it, the house had to be spotless. I wouldn’t call myself a messy person, but I was nowhere near close to how neat Luke was.

Luke was almost never irritated with me, but one of our biggest arguments is when he surprised me by coming back early from tour and our house was in complete disarray. I had invited the other boy’s girlfriends over and we stayed up watching TV, eating cookie dough, and drinking wine. When Luke came home we had empty glasses scattered around the kitchen, discarded clothing around the living room from when we decided to jump into the pool, Michael’s girlfriend was sleeping on the bathroom floor after getting sick from too much wine. Calum’s girlfriend was in the guest bedroom, but she didn’t make too much of a mess.

I think what really set him off was Ashton’s girlfriend Lilly and I got drunk and decided to watch The Conjuring, which turned out to be a horrifying movie. So Lilly climbed into Luke’s side of the bed. The next morning the duvet was on the floor and the sheets all crumbled up. When he was cleaning up our room he even found Cheetos in our sheets, oops. Luke was not a happy camper that morning. Even with consecutive blowjobs everyday for a week he still could not laugh at the situation.  

Rolling my eyes I put my wine glass into the dishwasher and put the cork back into the wine. “Cleaning doesn’t turn me on Luke.” I wined. 

“I don’t even want to hear it, I can get you in the mood in no time.”

“It’s not fair, all we do is clean. Lilly has a maid…” I was cut off by Luke’s face who was approaching me. His once loving baby blue eyes turned stone cold. 

“Enough. Get upstairs, now.”

Turning on my heels to proceeded upstairs ready for whatever was about to come.

“Strip.” Luke said before shutting the door to our bedroom. There was no one else in our house, but we closed it out of habit. Ashton had a spare key and would sometimes make impromptu visits.

“Yes sir.” I smiled sweetly removing his cotton black tee revealing my lacy blue bra. I noticed Luke’s breath catch as he took in the sight of me.

“You like? The color reminds me of your eyes.”

Luke inched closer to me closing his eyes and nuzzling into my neck sucking lightly on the area, my heart rate began to increase as he moved his hands to play with each one of my breasts.

“What do you want, princess?”

“You. All of you, hard.”

“That can be arranged.” He whispers sensually before pinching my nipple causing a low audible moan. With two hands grabbing my ass Luke picks me up before tossing me onto my back on top of the duvet.

Scattering kisses on my collarbone Luke uses his tongue to lick up a hickey from last night events. “I like this on you.” He mumbles almost inaudibly through my heavy breathing. Lightly he grabs the hem of my yogas, and I arch my back as he rids it off of my body. His eyes scan over my body only clad with a matching bra and panty set before a frown appears on his face. 

“(Y/N)…” He whispers before covering his hand over his mouth. I look down to see what he is talking about and sure enough I have bruises scattered on my hips and thighs from last night.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt…” I try to say before I’m cut off.

“Don’t even give me that shit. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m fine, really.” I attempt to grab the collar of his shirt to pull him towards me but he resists.

“I can’t. Not when you’re hurt.”

“Lucas Robert. I want you. Now.” I shifted my hips to meet with his but he didn’t return the favor, instead he let his beautiful face continue to frown before he flopped down beside me cradling me to his chest. 

“I’m so so sorry.” He spoke softly into my ear. “I promise not to be so rough with you again.” 

“Luke, I like rough, and I’m so wet for you.”

With a huff he kissed my hair before looking deep into my eyes. “Fine, but no sex.” I groaned at his words flopping my head back on the fluffy pillows dramatically. “Don’t throw a temper tantrum or I wont do anything at all.” And from his tone I knew he was not kidding.

His hands went to work unclasping my bra and throwing it off of our bed before slowly pulling my thong down before tossing it off as well. Luke began to trail kisses from my knee to my thighs carefully massaging them as he went.  

“If I hurt you at all. I need you to tell me. Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

With a nod Luke got back to work kissing his way to my center. His hot breath blew onto my wet center causing a chill to run up my spine. His long tongue began to lick in between my folds forming a wonderful feeling that warmed my belly.

His slurping sounds caused my head to roll in pleasure, his hands delicately caressed my bum as he worked magic with his tongue. “Luke, that feels amazing.“ I moaned out in pleasure before I wrapped legs around his back bringing him to a new angle.

By this point I felt my climax approaching and Luke was getting more into it, increasing his pressure and speed within me. My fingernails dug into his back as he lost himself inside of me. As a result his mind was only focused on one thing and he slipped his index finger inside my folds causing me to wince at the intrusion. It looks like my hips and thighs weren’t the only things sore from yesterday’s events.

“Shit. I’m so sorry (Y/N).” His doe eyes gazed into mine clearly upset with himself. 

“Baby, I’m fine. Keep going please, I’m so close.” I mumbled lifting my hips anticipating him inside me once more. 

Luke grabbed my hips lightly forcing them down before he entered his tongue into me once more. The intense feeling in my stomach returned as my toes curled in ecstasy. I shut my eyes as I lost myself into the sensation, “Luke, I’m…” I moaned before I fell apart on his tongue.

As I came down from my high Luke cleaned me up by licking up my center before kissing a quick peck on my lips.

“Thank you.” 

Luke flopped down next to me as he brought me into his chest before kissing the tip of my nose. 

“Don’t I get to please you now?”

“No. You’re hurt.” 

I couldn’t resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Luke, stop it. I’m fine you just ate me out for crying out loud.”

“Do not roll your eyes at me.” His tone was sharp before he left me by getting up from the bed and walking into the bathroom. I could hear the water wondering and I wondered what in the world he was up to now. 

Luke returned moments later naked as well. He leaned over the bed and carried me in his arms before setting me down in the warm bathwater.

“Luke, you didn’t have to do this.” I was sat in the warm water in the large tub that was in the bathroom adjoined to our bedroom. The water smelled of my vanilla bubble bath and instantly relaxed me. 

“When will you just accept that I like to take care of you?” His baby blue eyes were sincere and I felt a shiver run up my spine at his sweet words. No one ever made me feel so special and taken care of before.

Luke went to turn off the water and I noticed the scratches that aligned his back as he got in with me. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

“What are you talking about?” His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me confused before grabbing a loofah before applying the body wash and gently running it over my breasts.

“You have claw marks in your back.” I let out a small giggle because, although it probably hurt, it was kind of cute to see Luke marked up from me. Would let all of his screaming fans know that he is taken. 

“Doesn’t hurt me one bit.” He laughed too before moving the loofah down my body and lightly grazing my thighs.

“I’m glad.” I sat back and allowed Luke to take care of me before he washed himself off much quicker and rougher than he had done with me before draining the tub and carrying me back into our bedroom bridal style.

In our room he sat me on the bed and went over to the dresser before throwing on a pair of boxers. He brought back to the bed one of his Green Day tees and black panties and helped me dress. Then he walked over to turn off the lights while I climbed underneath the covers. Luke snuggled up next to me playing the big spoon role before kissing my hair lightly.

“I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you, and I love when you take care of me, even when I complain.”

“I know you do baby, now get some sleep.”