fivesosmut

mine|| lh

Creds: lucasflower
A seemingly manageable misunderstanding quickly escalated into some sort of a catastrophe - or at least, in Luke's mind. An ever so slightly tipsy Michael had innocently grabbed your hand, bringing you to dance with his hands on your waist as you un-rhythmically swayed side to side, despite the up-tempo club music that blasted from the speakers. In a drunken haze Michael's hands found their way lower than expected, and this failed to go unnoticed by Luke's protective eye. He immediately stepped in, dragging you from the busy dance floor and out of the small club that resided in the basement of the bands current hotel.
"What's your problem?" You questioned, gesturing towards the tight grip his hand held on your arm as he pulled you into an empty elevator. However, your words were cut short - your back pressed into the cold mirror covered wall that forced your body to press against Luke's taller frame.
"You're mine." His husky voice sounded only millimetres away from your ear before his lips lightly grazed the soft skin of your neck. "No one elses." His tough demeanour never faltered as the strong hold remaining on your forearm tugged you along the corridor and into the hotel room that you and Luke were sharing.
It only took seconds for him to cover the distance between the door and bed before his strong arms effortlessly lifted you, his lips pressing a short kiss to yours prior to him dropping you onto the mattress. He pulled his shirt over his head, wasting minimal time as he hovered over you, placing his elbows either side of your head.
"You're mine," he repeated, sloppily leaving kisses along your jaw and onto your neck, "I think you need to be taught a lesson." His warm lips briefly sucked on your collar bone, surely leaving a mark before you grasped his blonde hair with your hand, tugging on the locks slightly and bringing his face closer to yours.
"Are you going to punish me, Daddy?" You not-so-innocently batted your eyelashes although a small smirk graced your face as you noticed Luke's reaction to your words. His body tensed, mouth falling open slightly and pupils dilating as the simple word escaped your lips.
"Fuck, you're definitely going to get punished for that." He practically seethed, blinking a few times as if to gather his thoughts and catching your lips with his before harshly biting on your bottom lip. His desperate hands pulled your shirt from your body before one began roughly massaging you through your bra, his fingers tugging on the fabric before rubbing over the hardened bud of your nipple. He ducked his head, kissing down the valley of your breasts before he - somewhat frustratedly - reached behind you to unclasp your bra, pulling the straps down your arms and throwing the fabric across the room with a quiet grunt. Seconds later his lips reattached to your skin, sucking lightly on your sensitive nipple before his teeth lightly grazed the skin just above. "Mine." He left a final kiss to your chest before his lips travelled down your stomach, repeating the word over and over until he reached the top of your shorts. He picked at the buttons teasingly slowly, only sliding the garment down your legs after you lightly slapped his shoulder.
"I told you, you're being punished." He mumbled as his face became level with your thinly-clad core, his breath hitting your heat and forcing you to raise your hips, eager for his touch.
"Please, Daddy," you moaned, hoping that your words would turn him on enough to coerce him into doing something, and so it did: his fingers instantaneously looped around the waistband of your final piece of clothing before he hurriedly pulled your panties down your legs, allowing you to kick them off when they reached your ankles.
Agonisingly slowly he dragged his tongue against your folds, collecting your wetness before his tongue disappeared into his mouth, reappearing seconds later as he hummed softly, "Fuck, you taste so good." Without sparing a moment he repeated the action, pressing his tongue flat against you before lightly skimming his mouth over your clit. As you moved underneath him, he used his hands to hold your hips against the bed, disallowing your to move and holding you still. "Stay still baby, you only get to fuck my mouth when you've been a good girl." Your fingers instinctively tangled themselves in his messy hair as his lips sucked on your clit, a shaky, incoherent moan falling from your mouth as you struggled to hold your head up from the mattress, letting yourself fall back onto the duvet and losing eye contact with Luke. "Can anyone else make you feel this good?" He confidently teased as one of his long fingers danced at your entrance, barely touching you yet intensifying your pleasure by such an incredible amount. His actions forced your legs to shake and your knees to bend as you dug your heels into the mattress. "Are you gonna come for me, baby? Let me taste you properly."
"Fuck, Luke." Your voice shook as you struggled to form a sentence, his index finger slightly dipping into your entrance before his words pushed you into an inexplicably euphoric state and you reached your high, releasing onto his lips as he contently lapped at your core.
Now your knee pushed against his chest, attempting to get him to bring his face level to yours - but Luke had a different idea. "I'm not done with you yet, (y/n)." He smirked, biting his lip and pulling his lip ring into his mouth. His finger resumed its previous position at your entrance before he pushed the digit in, his eyes trained on your face as he held it still, forcing a whimper from you.
"Who's the only person who can make you feel so good?" He asked, pulling his finger out slightly and then stilling once again.
"Luke, you... Please." You hardly managed to mumble, but these almost inaudible words seemed to be enough to satisfy Luke - maybe because he himself was starting to become tired of the teasing - and he pushed his finger fully into you, curling it and finding your g-spot as he relentlessly pumped it in and out of you. "Fucking hell, Luke." You moaned, which urged him to add another finger. Finally he attached his lips to your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue perfectly in time with the movement of his fingers and sucking your clit into his mouth.
"Are you gonna come for me again?" He mumbled, the vibrations and warm breath against your core resulting in your toes curling and white dots clouding the corners of your vision.
Once again Luke brought you to your high, continuing to move his fingers as you came undone. As you started to come down from the intense state of pleasure that he had caused you he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them lightly before licking his lips. He cheekily smiled at you as you eyed the prominent bulge that made his jeans look increasingly tight, although you were unsure if you'd be able to cope with having another strong orgasm after the two you had just had, and knowing Luke, he'd be sure to make you cum multiple times before he'd even think of getting off himself.
"Turn around baby, ass up." He sternly instructed - and you complied. His hand rested on your head, not so gently pressing your face into the sheets of the bed as he whispered into your ear, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're never gonna look at another guy again."
His hands travelled up your back as he grinded into your ass, his hard-on evident despite him still wearing his jeans. The friction against your bare skin was indescribable: you were surprised you don't cum there and then considering you were so sensitive from Luke's fingers only minutes ago. As you moaned his hand harshly came down onto your skin before his fingers roughly kneaded your ass. He smacked you once more before you heard the zipper of his jeans, followed by the familiar sound of the fabric falling to the floor, as well as his boxers. You remained practically shaking in anticipation as he ripped open the foil packet of a condom and slid it onto his shaft, a quiet groan emitting from his throat as he readily pumped himself a few times.
"Are you ready, baby?" The tip of his dick moved quickly against your folds before he began to push into you. "Holy fuck." His hands situated themselves on your hips as he started to thrust in and out of you, his pace quickening almost immediately as your gripped the bed sheets with your hands. "(Y/n), you feel so fucking good." He breathily mumbled before the room fell silent - apart from the moans that escaped the both of your lips and the sound of Luke's hips slamming into yours. He relentlessly pounded into you as if releasing his anger, yet proving to you how much he treasured you and wanted you to remain his - and only his.
"I can't last much longer. Shit, I want to watch you when I make you come again." He pulled out of you, your body trembling with the loss of contact and pleading for his touch again before he grabbed your shoulder and pushed you onto your back. "I fucking love you." His lips crashed onto yours in a frenzy of passion and lust - although only momentarily. He hastily lined himself up at your entrance once more, quickly thrusting into you, stretching you by the most pleasurable amount as he sloppily attempted to find some kind of rhythm. His head fell against your shoulder as his hands found your legs, pulling them to wrap around his waist and consequently forcing the most incoherent mutters to leave your mouth. His deep thrusts persistently hit your g-spot as his hand moved to where your bodies were connected, his fingers messily rubbing figure eights on your clit as you reached your final high of the night. Second later you could feel Luke release into the condom, his thrusts slowing as he left open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder. He pulled out of you, tossing the condom into the bin before lying on his side next to you. Your chest moved quickly as you struggled to find your breath, Luke not helping as he lightly kissed your lips - further taking your breath away before you brushed his hair from his forehead. His feet playfully brushed against yours as he brought his mouth to your earlobe, lightly kissing it before whispering, "Mine."