What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
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a/n- this chapter has two quite sexual scenes but they have been signposted with stars at the start and end, skip these bits if it's not for you! The rest is very fluffy and cute 🥺
⭐An entire week had flown by since Luke's impromptu date.
Eleanor had gushed about every last detail to Chase and he had the same with her, thanking her for all of her advice with Jessica, his now girlfriend.
Luke on the other hand had been living in pure hell.
Every single thing, every single move Eleanor made was agonizingly torture. Their secret hand holding, slight shoulder bumps, lingering hands on each other's waists as they squeezed past each other behind the till.
His body was so receptive, too receptive.
The way her body curved, the way her skin begged to be touched, legs thrown over his shoulder, his metal clad fingers around her pretty little throat, he craved to hear her scream his name,
Fuck.
He was doing it again, daydreaming at work, his member rock hard underneath his jeans.
Grunting in frustration, he excused himself and headed to the bathroom. He was in such a blurry haze he didn't see the brunette in his path and went crashing into her. Eleanor's hand brushed the front of his jeans, sending the most intense wave of pleasure throughout his lower body.
Eleanor jumped back, oh escaping her lips as she felt the hardness, an indisguisable moan left his parted lips. Her eyes widened at the blonde in front of her as her brain processed the current situation.
Eleanor carefully studied his face- cheeks rosy, eyes watery, lips parted, his breaths labored.
"Hey, slow down, everything okay?" Her grip on his shoulders was tight, he leant into them as if he needed support to stay upright.
"Yes, uhm I just need to do something" he breathed heavily, avoiding her eye contact, fully aware of himself now. The heat on his cheeks was embarrassing but in a twisted way being caught red handed turned him on even more.
"Anything I can help you with?" seduction dripped in her tone as her fingertips clasped on to the collar of his leather jacket, edging him closer to her.
"Maybe," he mumbled, heart palpitating, his lips inches from hers and her hand slowly tracing down his chest.
Eleanor's fingers gently pushed up the hem of his t-shirt, knuckles grazing the skin above his belt causing a shiver down Luke's spine.
Exhaling deeply, Luke rested back on the doorframe, his eyes finding comfort in the darkness.
"Eyes on me pretty boy," she whispered, a sudden urge of confidence coarsed her veins.
