Luke Hemmings imagines

Bruises

WARNING: this story is PG-13.
Credit- 5sos-visual-blurbs
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You stirred in your sleep as the sun shone through your curtains and directly on your face. You opened your eyes and went to stretch, but found and arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
Your naked waist.
You grabbed the blankets around your body and turned bright red as you found your entire body naked. Then last nights events came flooding through your memory.

"Oh I've been nothing more than a friend to you and you know it." You screamed at Luke.
"Bullshit, Y/N. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before, and I'm past the point of wanting to be your friend!" He yelled back.
"Prove it." After you uttered those two words, his lips came crashing onto yours as you both pushed towards the bedroom.

You turned and faced him. His mouth was hanging open as soft snores left him, and his hair was knotted and hanging over his forehead. No doubt your work. You absentmindedly pushed it off of his forehead which caused him to stir and open his eyes.
"Mmmm, good morning, princess." He muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You blushed at the nickname. Princess, huh? You liked it.
"Good morning...daddy." You teased. His face shot up, and evil smirk adorning his lips.
"That'll get you in trouble, baby girl." He said gruffly, slanting his mouth over yours. You smiled at the feel of his morning scruff against your cheek. As things got more heated, the blankets fell off of the two of you and he suddenly stopped.
"Luke, why'd you stop?" You asked breathlessly, watching his gaze as it met your hips. You looked down and saw multiple dark purple handprints adorning your hips, pelvis, and ass.
"Shit, did I do this?" He asked worriedly, his features softening almost immediately.
"Luke, it's fine." You said, trying to kiss him again, but he just pecked you and went back to examing the bruises.
"Fuck, I'm too rough with you." He muttered, tracing the handprints gently with his finger.
"Luke, I promise that nothing last night was done without consent." You said, pulling his chin up so his mouth could meet yours in a kiss.
"But I still hurt you." He whispered against your lips.
"I'm fine, Luke. I'm not made of glass." You sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled his t-shirt on before making your way to the bathroom.
"But you're precious to me. I'll just learn how to calm down." He yelled at you from the bedroom, pulling on a pair of briefs.
"Don't you dare," you said sternly, pointing your tooth brush at him and peeking your head around the door, "I came more last night than I have in any previous relationships." You stuck the tooth brush in your mouth and immediately regretted your words as a cocky smile adorned his lips.
"Is that so?" He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing along your neckline as you brushed. "Then at least let me create a safe word." You smirked and spit out the tooth paste before turning around and giving him a kiss.
"Deal."