Luke Hemmings Interracial Preferences/Imagines

You hate eachother prt 3

I stood in place. Stunned. Why the hell would Luke say some shit like that?

So, doing the only thing I know, I followed him.

"Luke?!" I chased after him, and eventually caught up.

He didn't turn around, but stood in place.

"What?" He asked.

I went to stand in front of him.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"You." He mumbled, pushing me away.

"Really?! I like how I'm trying to help YOU out here, and your being a little bitch!"

He kept walking and I kept following him.

"I may not be your ideal type, but I sure as hell ain't no rebound or set back!" I said, this time hot on his trail.

"And I-"

Luke picked me up, and brought me to his room.

He threw me on the bed, locked his door, and took off his shirt.

I sat up on the bed, actually worried.

"What are you doing Luke?"

He came closer to me, and pushed me down on the bed gently.

I looked into his eyes, and saw....tears and....lust?

"Luke, please don-"

He pressed his lips against mines, and got on top of me.

I felt a wetness on my cheek's and pulled back from Luke.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, while pressing his lips on to mine once more.

I only nodded and buried my hands in his hair.

He gently took off my shirt, and threw it across the room.

"I really am sorry." He mumbled, while going down, pressing light kisses on my stomach.

"It's okay." I whispered, still running my hands threw his hair.

He got to my pants, and gently took am them off, while kissing both of my thighs.

"I know you hate me." He mumbled kissing my thighs.

"I don't." I whispered.

He came back up, and kissed my lips once again.

He smiled slightly, and went to take off my bra.

"Luke...."

He looked into my eyes.

"Yes love?"

"Why am I not your type?"

He stopped unhooking my bra, and smiling.

"Because I'm not good enough for you."

With that being said, he got up and left the room, while closing the door behind him.

*I don't think I'm gonna make a part 4....Hope you guys enjoyed!*