Mess Around | Luke Hemmings FanFic

October 31st.

She'd ended up telling them. They didn't overdo it, which was what she was scared of.

They did buy her a cake though. She made her wish and they all gave her kisses. Hailey got her lipstick all over her.

"Are you sure you don't want to go out?" Calum asked. "I'm sure. I'll spend the whole night worrying and I don't want to ruin your drinking. I will drink at home and bother only myself and Luke."

"He likes it when you bother him." John says. "Yeah I'm beginning to notice that. Kind of hard to annoy him." Hailey steps closer, whispering in her ear. "Really?"

She nods, pursing her lips. "Yeah. Just, if you wanted to- have the information." Calum looks over at me. "What are you hiding?"

"My identity." I said. "Wouldn't surprise me." Atlas mumbled. "Fuck you- sorry."

"Okay go and have fun." They all gave her kisses again. John hugged her a little longer. Kissing her cheek again. "Call me if you need anything okay."

"Okay." Kylie and John were going. It took her an hour to convince them. But they gave in eventually. "Have fun." The door closed and she turned to face me. "You can go to if you wanted. I have a sword now so I think I'm safe."

"You want me gone that bad?" She nods. "That is definitely the truth." She rolls her eyes. Making her way into the kitchen. "Did you want a drink?"

"Maybe. What did Hailey say to you?" I asked, standing beside her. "When?"

"When she was whispering to you." I laughed. "Nothing exciting." She grabs the two glasses from the fridge. "She said something to you. What did she say?"

"Nothing. Did you want ice?" I know dropping it would be easier on me, but it's going to be the only thing I think about. "Please."

She holds the glass up. "I want to know what she said." She takes my hand, walking through the kitchen into the living room. "It doesn't matter. What do you wanna watch?"

"I want to watch you tell me what she said." I pull her closer before she sits down. "You know something and it's annoying me."

"Have you looked through your phone? Through the pictures? Because I did yesterday and there are a lot." She takes my phone from my pocket. Sitting down on the couch.

"You're not going to tell me?" She shook her head. "I am not."

"Please." She turns the phone around. "Why am I the only one in your photos?"

"Look at you. Why would you not be. Please tell me what she said." I set my glass down next to hers, turning to face her, holding her jaw. "Please tell me what she said. It's starting to piss me off."

"You don't need to know." She says quietly. "I want to know. At first it wasn't bothering me but now it's really getting to me."

"You know your eyes have zero colour in them right now." She says. Brushing her thumb up the corner of my mouth. "I'm trying really hard to keep to myself but you cannot be doing that."

"You should shower." She whispers. "You should join me. Tell me what she said."

I kissed down her neck, she slowly falls back o to the couch. "Tell me what she said and I'll leave you alone."

"Liar." She spoke through a breath. "Tell me what she said." My hand rests on her throat. "I don't know if I really have to. I mean it was my private conversation."

I know she's not really supposed to have marks on her, but she's so soft and I needed more. Plus if she wore a shirt then they wouldn't know.

Her hand held the back of my head, I could feel her breathing picking up.

I wanted to feel everything she was feeling, I wanted to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. I wanted to watch her unfold slowly.

Looking up at her with the blood on my lips, I watched her lips pout slightly with her eyebrows creasing. "Maybe it was used on my mouth."

She nodded. My finger tips brushing her under her shirt. "Can I take it off?" She nods. I push her shirt up, slowly kissing along her stomach.

I didn't want her to think anything bad of me, I had to be as gentle as I could. "I wonder if I'll always think about you, if I lost all my memories again, I wonder if I'll see you the same. Or if you'll be more special to me."

"More special?" I hold her waist tight, pulling myself closer. "You're always going to be special to me Atlas. I've dreamt about you my whole life. I'm just not enough of my affection will grow stronger or stay the same."

"Do you think of me that much?" I nodded, my nose brushing over hers. "Always."

Licking the blood from my lips. I kissed her cheek. Thankfully this was a pretty deep couch so her switching with me didn't scare me as much as it would've.

I pushed her hips down as her teeth sank into my neck. My fingers brushing up her back pulling her in closer.

We'd ended up in the floor somehow. The small bruises on her tits slowly forming. "You're so fucking pretty." I pull her thigh up against my thigh.

Watching her every move to figure out what is was she wanted.

My tongue pressed to the small cut in her hip. Her hips pushing me onto my back, her hand on my throat as she kisses my neck and rides me slowly.

I pick her up from the floor, her back pressing into the wall with my fingers digging into her hips.

I fall to my knees, kissing her hips before I push my head between her thighs under her skirt.

She was so fucking wet I almost passed out from the idea of her being this close to me.

I stand back up. Wrapping her legs around my waist as she kisses my neck. "Please don't be quiet. Please, I need to hear you. I want to know what you sound like."

Her back hits the bed and I fall to the floor, pulling her legs over my shoulders, my tongue pressing against her clit, the softest moan leaving her mouth, followed by another.

Moaning against her as I tried to get more. Her legs were tense against my back as she moaned. I press my hand to my dick, listening to her as I got hard.

"Fuck- what the fuck-" she pushes my head back. "What the fuck is that?"

"What?" I kiss her thighs. "It feels weird. Everywhere." I smiled. "You never cum before?" She shook her head. "Did you want to?" I asked, her cheeks going red. "You want me to finish you? Or did you want to do it yourself?"

"You." I hold my hand on her tits, with my other on my dick. Pinching her nipple between my fingers and my tongue glides up her pussy.

The noises alone were enough to make me finish. But the way she fucking looked, I think I could've died happy right now.

I might've even lived a little longer if it meant I got her to myself. "Shit-" there was something so sweet about hearing her swear. She made it sound like it's been used for good since it was written.

Now I was going to have to clean my bedding again. I tucked myself back in, kissing up her chest until I reached her neck. "Sweetest girl in the world aren't you baby."

"My legs feel weird." I smiled against her lips. Sitting her up. "I'm going to take you to get some food. But we should feel the drinks first. Then I'll call somebody to pick us up."

"Okay. Wait, somewhere expensive? I don't have a lot." I move her away from the bed, towards the bathroom. "I'm not making you pay for your food, not just because it's your birthday. Don't start."

Sitting her on the bathroom counter, I moved over to the shower. "Don't rush. We've got time. I'm going to be right outside in the living room if you need me."