5sos Imagines

Baby - Tattoo Artist!Luke

Walking into your living room to find Luke on the couch, eyes closed, your tiny baby girl resting in his arms, and The Little Mermaid dvd menu stuck on repeat was probably your favourite thing to come home to. She always looked so delicate against the skulls on his knuckles and the black and white of his arms; a little blonde-haired, blue-eyed angel asleep amongst her dad's tough exterior.
His eyes fluttered open as you kicked your shoes off and sat next to him, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your head on his shoulder. "Hi," he whispered, leaning down to your face and dropping a quick kiss to your lips. You smiled back softly, your eyes following down his arm to where she lay quietly, a content sigh falling from your mouth. Truthfully, you couldn't think of a time in life you felt more full - of love, of happiness. Sometimes it all felt a little too perfect, but every moment that lead to you sitting there with your little family was kept fondly in the recesses of your mind.
It hadn't been an anniversary or a holiday, or even after a date. It wasn't special in any traditional sense, but you remembered it vividly because you'd been totally defeated; your ass kicked from an annoying week and it had been so simple, not important - not any more important than any other time you'd been together, anyway - but it had made your heart feel light again and the stress in your shoulders completely disappear. But that was Luke, really; he was always that for you, made you feel light as air - even when he was the one who'd pissed you off in the first place.
When you opened the door to your bedroom and found him curled up in nothing but a pair of black sweats, his arms wrapped around him like he was hugging himself in your absence, your heart fluttered. You always felt like you couldn't possibly love him more; like every inch of you was full to bursting point with adoration for your giant, hard shelled-soft centered husband that when you felt your heart swell at something he said or did you were always taken aback.
You wriggled out of your skirt, replaced your t-shirt with the discarded one sitting at the end of the bed that he'd been wearing earlier and crawled over to him. Nuzzling your nose against his neck you grinned when a little hum escaped him and he shifted just enough that his arm fell and you could curl yourself against him, your arms wrapping around his neck, his mouth against your collarbone. His arms instinctively wrapped around your middle and the smile you hadn't even realised was on your face grew bigger when you pressed your lips to the top of his head and he groaned quietly again in response.
"Hi," He mumbled, his voice full of his sleep and his eyes still closed, the breath of his words passing across your neck.
"Afternoon, sleepyhead." You sighed out a laugh, twisting your fingers through his hair. He turned up to look at you, his eyes still tired but the blue of them brighter than you remembered ever seeing them. Smiling, you let your hands slip from his hair to his face, smoothing across the stubble on his jaw. "Rough day?"
Luke nodded, his arms tightening around you, wanting you impossibly close. You leaned down letting your lips come to rest against his; the sharp coldness of his lip ring pressing into you, sending a little shiver running down your spine. "Better now," he muttered, the words vibrating against your lips.
"Dork." You grinned, taking his bottom lip between your teeth softly. He groaned quietly again, his hands sliding across the curve of your hips to rest lightly under the hem of the tshirt you were wearing. You hummed to yourself, shifting until your hips ground against him, and your lips kinked into an innocent smile.
He raised an eyebrow, his teeth grazing your jaw, "Thought this was just an innocent cuddle." His voice was low, though, deep with lust and his hands were moving further down your thighs, inching closer to the hem of your underwear.
"Oh, well," You dropped your hands from where they were resting against his neck. "If that's the case, I'm gonna go watch TV." Offering him a pout you attempted to roll away from him and off the bed; his arms stopped you though, snaking around your waist and pulling you back down onto the bed, eliciting a vibrant laugh from you.
Shaking his head, he pulled the shirt over your head, immediately letting his teeth graze, his tongue soothe against your chest right above where your bra started. "No, no," he shook his head again, lifting up to your lips. "You're not going anywhere, Princess."
"Whatever you say," You whispered, against his ear, rolling back on your side and into him; hands snaking around his neck again, legs locking around his calves. He took his lip ring between his teeth, his ink covered hand traveling up to rest against your cheek.
Luke paused right before he kissed you again, "I love you," falling out of his mouth with a soft breath, like he wanted you to taste his words as well as hear them. His lips were on yours before you could say it back, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip until you granted him permission to deepen the kiss.
He grinned against you when you whined at the fingertips of his other hand grazing between your legs, working you up before he slid them into the hem of your underwear and dragged them slowly down your legs.
You whined again against his tongue, returning the favour with your hand dipping into his sweats and pulling them down until he breathed out a sigh at the constraints of his clothes disappearing. He wrapped his hand around your thigh, hitching your leg around his waist and preparing himself; his lips never stopping against yours except for to groan.
A strong moan tumbled from your lips when he pushed into you; his voice a low grunt at the feel of your lips against the column of his neck and your nails digging into his biceps, leaving little crescents in his skin that went missing amongst the tattoos.
His rhythm was steady, his hips rolling into you just enough to have you whimpering his name, muffled against the pictures on his shoulder. He let his fingertips skim up your side and along your forearm until his hand grasped yours, fingers locking together above your head as he sped up a little. The moan that escaped you then rang loud in his ear, egging him on; if someone asked him his favourite sound, that'd probably come second only to your laugh or the sound of your voice when you were mad but still told him you loved him.
Your back arched against him, that familiar little ball of energy igniting in the pit of your stomach; toes curling against his legs and your hips bucking to meet his. "Let go, Princess." He grunted against your ear smoothing his hand across the curve of your body until it came to rest between you, his fingertips moving to push you over the edge.
It started in your toes, radiating through your entire body; every fibre of you buzzing so much the only sound you could hear was your heart beating rapidly and Luke panting softly by your neck. He kept up the roll of his hips, pulling yours into him until the sound of you moaning out his name among a cluster of curses sent him crumbling, his head dropping to your shoulder as he let go inside you.
Luke slipped his arm around you, rolling onto his back till you were resting against his chest. "Good innocent cuddle." You mumbled with a laugh, pressing your lips to the middle of his chest.