Pastel meets Tattoos // Muke

29. Wet dream

The majority of this chapter is just fluff and

other

special

things

so

enjoy and beware

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Luke Hemmings

I slowly woke up from my deep slumber and saw that Michael wasn't in bed beside me. I pouted and rolled onto my back before sitting up, tensing up at the soreness. "Shit," I whispered softly and carefully wiggled off the bed, taking a slow breath as I stood up, digging my nails into my palms at the sharp pain. It was raw and it was there. "Suck it up, Hemmings. I know Michael's huge but it's okay," I sighed to myself and started hobbling into the bathroom to freshen up. I wobbled back out the bathroom after some time and carefully walked down the steps, keeping my head perked up just in case Michael was anywhere. I grinned instantly at the sight of Michael in the kitchen, seeming to be concentrating on whatever he was cooking and he was wearing that adorable black sweater that had an open collar so it hung off his shoulder.

I giggled quietly and padded in to the kitchen, carefully slithering my arms around his waist, laughing softly at the way he jumped. "Why good morning my beautiful and precious princess," He hummed turning around to face me and I giggled before kissing his nose. "Morning to you too, handsome one," I grinned and kissed him quick. "Whatcha cooking?" I smiled. "Pancakes. Now go wait in the living room because I don't want you hurting yourself," He murmured, worry laced in his voice. "Hurt myself how?" I mewled, though I knew exactly what he was talking about. "Your bum," He chuckled and pecked my lips. "Now shoo," He teased and turned back around to proceed with cooking. "But I don't wanna leave youuuu," I whined, burrowing my face into the crook of his neck.

"Honey, I'll be fine," He cooed and I quickly pulled back to lift up his shirt, inspecting his back carefully. "They look so raw and rough," I laughed and he smirked back at me from over his shoulder. "Who knew my princess could go as rough as last night," He purred and I blushed bright red before swatting at his back playfully and gently. "Gooooooo," He sang, hip checking me and making me pout but I obliged after giving him and kiss to his cheek. I wobbled into the loving room, about to sit down and just lounge on the couch but the bell just had to ring.

"Saved by the bell," I grinned in fake enthusiasm before wobbling towards the door and looking through the peephole. "It's C-Dizzle up in dis house!" Calum exclaimed from the other side with Ashton laughing behind him. I rolled my eyes and opened up the door, leaning to the side a bit since I opened the door partially. "Hi," I smiled and waved with my sleeve against my palm. "Hiding something?" Ashton snickered as he poked at one of the hickeys Michael made last night. AKA the night of my fucking life time. "Nothing," I smiled innocently and opened the door wider before subtly hobbling towards the kitchen as fast as I could and hoped to god that Ashton nor Calum would notice me.

"Luke's hobbling!" Ashton squealed and I flinched before slowly turning around to see an excited but smug Ashton and a gaping Calum. "Michael! Mate! Did you really?!" Calum laughed loudly as he jogged into the kitchen, leaving me with Ashton to deal with. Fuck me. "Well, well, well. Look at what happened," Ashton said slowly as he walked towards me which made me feel so small. "Did he....?" He trailed off and I nodded slowly with a cheek hurting wide smile. "And from the looks of it, you enjoyed it," Ashton beamed and hugged my close, causing me to squeak and try to push him away because I was sore and sensitive. "Oh sorry," He chuckled and set me down. "Ashton! Babe! Would you look at this!" Calum squealed like a school girl and my eyes widened as I walked/limped towards them to see Calum raising Michael's shirt from the back and seeing a glimpse of my boyfriend's cheeks which were a bright pink.