5SOS Imagines

Overstimulation (L.H)

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"6 months?!"
You winced slightly, bringing the phone from your ear as various incoherent ramblings continued from the other end of the line in a high-pitched tone of voice. Your best friend certainly wasn't the one to mask her surprise when you told her of your 'big night' - the day your boyfriend, Luke, returned from tour after 6 months and the day you'd been hoping to finally get some alone time with him. But from the moment he'd stumbled through the door, his frame was slouched in exhaustion, and you could tell he wasn't in the mood, so he'd slept through the whole afternoon while you watched a Law and Order marathon by yourself.
"He's been very busy." you sighed, tucking your legs underneath you and pulling the blanket around you tighter.
"Don't bullshit me, Y/N. You totally wanted him tonight, didn't you?" The smirk in your friend's tone was blatantly obvious, but you decided to play innocent and deny it. You could hear her stifle a giggle as her voice suddenly dropped to a whisper, "I bet he's a real animal in bed."
At this, you couldn't help but giggle along with her, shaking your head, "To be honest, he's actually...well, er, vanilla." which only drew more laughter from the two of you as she demanded details.
God, you hated talking about your sex life with Luke, especially when it was bad, but you'd kept it to yourself for so long and just couldn't keep your embarrassing confessions from spilling out. The truth was, your sex was pretty 'vanilla' and even boring at times, but only because he was the biggest sweetheart ever and you were too shy to ask for anything kinky in the slightest. Everything about your relationship had been about making love, which sadly didn't include anything with that tongue of his or that fucking lipring that you secretly adored. Instead, he kept his tongue in his mouth, and you kept your mediocre orgasms to yourself, never pushed to the absolute limit with more than one orgasm at once.
"So he's not kinky at all?" your friend practically whined.
"He's not kinky...but he's sweet. Makes sure I'm okay and not hurting or anything-" "Ever tongue fucked you?"
You nearly choked on the piece of candy you'd popped into your mouth, coughing into the phone, "Tongue fucked? By Luke? God no." Your eyes shot to the bedroom door where Luke was sleeping to make sure he hadn't stirred, and you sank further into the sofa, somewhat embarrassed. You could only imagine how heartbroken your boyfriend would be if he heard you talking like this.
"But your ex used to, right?" your friend teased, to which you bit back a smile at the memory of. "Yeah, my ex had a mouth like you wouldn't believe. And his fucking fingers..." you finished with your bottom lip between your teeth and your eyes closed. You shouldn't have been thinking about him, but here you were, snuggled up on the couch and thinking back to the fun you'd had with your former boyfriend while your current boyfriend slept in the room over. Your fingers were already toying with the tie of your sweatpants, desperate to find some sort of release while your friend continued to chatter on through the phone. You were so lost in thought that you weren't paying attention to her words or her avid tone of voice or her teasing jokes or the sound of heavy footsteps approaching you. It wasn't until a hot touch closed around your hand and pried your fingers from the phone that you jumped up in surprise, mouth hanging open and eyes widened at Luke's towering frame over yours.
"Luke!" you squeaked, hurriedly moving to retract your hand from your crotch, but he'd already seen, and probably heard, it all. He hung up the phone and dropped it to the coffee table with a clatter. Just as your mouth opened to speak again, hands were lifting you to your feet and pushing you forward. Luke's touch seemed to sear through the thin fabric of your shirt as he guided you toward the bedroom without so much as an angry word or shout. You were still stuttering over your words as you flopped onto the bed.
"Luke, I-" you began, only to be interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut. Luke's back was still turned to you, visibly heaving and shaking a little as his hand still grasped the doorknob.
"Vanilla?" he barked suddenly. Turning on his heels to face you with a hardened expression. This was nothing like the heartbroken, teary Luke you'd imagined before, quiet as always and gentle in his tone of voice. This one was clearly infuriated and not afraid to raise his voice as he paced toward you with his arms folded across his chest.
"I-I didn't mean it like that." you insisted, shuffling back on the bed to distance yourself from his imposing stance. Your eyes were still locked with his blue ones as he moved to lean even closer to you, noses now brushing against each other. The frown tugging at the corners of his lips remained, even as he spoke.
"Strip."
His voice was still heavy with sleep, the way it always was when he'd just woken up and the rasp in his tone was clearly evident. It made any word seem seductive coming from those chapped pink lips of his, and you felt frozen to the spot, gazing up at him with wide eyes as his frame hunched even lower to place his hands on either side of you.
"That didn't sound like a question to me, sweetheart." he murmured through gritted teeth. You'd scarcely blinked twice before you got the message and started slipping your pyjamas from your body and tossing them to the floor. Luke hummed in approval, eyeing your baby pink lingerie. His hands seemed to wander across the silk fabric with a mind of their own as the tips of his fingers skimmed over your most sensitive parts, teasing here and there just to make you squirm.
The frown on his lips was already transforming into a smirk as he swiftly tugged your panties down your legs and over to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Then he grabbed you by the waist and switched positions, placing you on his knee so that you were straddling it and giving him a look of confusion.
"Luke, what the hell do you think-" you began, only to end abruptly with a sharp gasp.
Luke's foot had begun tapping the floor, causing you to bounce lightly on his thigh and create friction between your bare core and the flannel of his pyjama pants. It was such a quick, simple movement beneath you, but you could already feel it igniting sparks throughout your lower half as you came down each time with a pulsating vibration. You could feel yourself suddenly gripping at Luke's shoulders to balance yourself, letting out the smallest whimpers in response to his actions. And if that wasn't teasing enough, his touch suddenly dropped to your throbbing heat to press his fingers against your clit and circle with even faster-paced movements, turning your whimpers into moans under his touch.
"If you wanted my fingers, baby, all you had to do was ask." Luke chuckled against your neck, where he was already placing soft, wet kisses. You wanted to quip back at him with an equally playful or clever remark, but all you could manage was to moan his name, which seemed to please him all the same as his fingers sped up to bring your orgasm even closer. Now you were grinding your hips down to his touch and feeling your stomach clench in anticipation, moans and profanities tumbling from your lips. All at once, you reached your climax and took a sharp intake of breath as Luke's teeth bit down on your skin to intensify the pleasure, and he was suddenly pumping his fingers in and out of you as you rode out your high. Even when you felt yourself coming down, Luke continued at a fast pace with his knuckles meeting your core each time he thrusted in.
"L-Luke, I-I'm done." you whimpered into his ear as his motions continued to pick up speed. You could've sworn you felt a rumble in his chest, a chuckle that he was trying to stifle but couldn't quite control.
"I'm not." he muttered.
He added another finger to your sensitive heat and moved his thumb to circle your clit again, and it was only a matter of seconds before you were spilling onto him once more with an even louder shout. Your chest was heaving against his as his fingers eventually stilled and pulled out from you, your eyes flickering up to his.
"You look exhausted." Luke grinned, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking while holding your gaze the whole time. You could barely manage a nod to confirm his observation. You were already slipping from his arms and onto wobbly legs, so Luke's arm snaked round your waist to hold you steady, "Why don't you sit down, princess?" Again, you nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, about to collapse on the bed beside him, when you felt Luke's arm only tighten around your waist.
"On my face." he finished with a smirk.
You could barely comprehend his words as he pulled you ontop of him to straddle his waist, eyes blinking in bewilderment at what he'd just said. Lucas Hemmings actually suggesting that you sit on his face? The poor boy hadn't even been able to ask for a blowie until you'd dated for two months, and now he was just stating it like it was a fact. He'd clearly built up enough courage - or anger - to be a little more rough with you, now that his fingers were pressing into your sides and encouraging you up to where he wanted you most.
"Just come here, I've got a surprise for you, baby." Luke urged gently. You were somewhat hesitant as you edged closer to his smirking lips, watching as his pierced bottom lip was taken between his teeth in anticipation. Broad hands lifted you up and positioned you over his face as you gripped the headboard for support. You were expecting a moment, maybe two, to prepare, but Luke clearly had other things in mind, his tongue poking out to lick a long stripe up your slit and have you bucking in surprise. First, teasing your clit with the tip, then working in figure-8's down your entire core as his lips aided in the sensation. As soon as he met your entrance, he wasted no time in snaking his tongue into your aching heat and teasing you from there. His hands held a firm grip on your thighs, occasionally spanking your rear if you gave him a particularly sudden jolt or moaned too loudly. But it wasn't until he had his tongue completely in you and actually curled it into your g-spot that you felt it, pulling off of him to give him a stunned expression. Luke removed his tongue for a moment to wag it at you, clearly displaying a silver stud on the middle of it.
"I got it just for you." he smirked as he gauged your reaction, and you couldn't help but mirror his grin. You were already nudging for him to go back, desperate for him to finish you off, and his tongue disappeared not a moment later. No fingers were necessary to get you a moaning mess above him again, his tongue moving in and out of you at a steady pace as your hands grasped his hair. With a few more flicks of his tongue, you were releasing all over his mouth and chin and moaning through the whole thing. Now his cool piercing was dancing around your clit to prolong your orgasm, hands still holding you to his face even when you squirmed against him.
"Fuck, baby, please." you drew out in one long, shaky breath, begging to move from his torturous tongue, but his grip was tight on you and he stayed buried between your legs as his tongue pushed even deeper into you. The veins in his neck protruded and strained against his skin, which was already slick with sweat as his motions continued in a rough manner. You couldn't control your lower half from grinding against his mouth, edging toward your fourth orgasm of the evening with the speed of an oncoming train. The impact of it was just as powerful, hurtling your senses into a frenzy of oversensitivity and pleasure, all commingled with the sensation of his tongue lapping at your juices. By the time the pleasure began to subside, you thought with certainty that it was all over, but Luke's grip had only tightened on you and pushed you down onto his rapid tongue.
"No, no, no, Luke." you whined against the headboard, grabbing it with both hands as Luke pushed you toward another high that you felt you just couldn't handle. His muffled words rumbled against your heat, and he briefly pulled away from you to repeat himself more clearly.
"Baby, you can do this. I know you can, just stay with me, baby, please." he spoke gently. He lifted his hand for you to grab, which you hastily did as you leaned into him, having lost most of the feeling in your thighs to hold yourself up any longer. Now you were practically bouncing on his face and biting through your bottom lip to stifle the moans bubbling up from your throat. Your orgasm came much quicker than it normally would and hit you harder than any of the other four, forcing what almost came out as a scream as Luke's groans could be felt against you.
This time, your body was about ready to give out, slacking under Luke's firm hold as he sat up and struggled to keep you upright. The grin on his face was unmistakable; not to mention the fact that it was glistening with your arousal and dripping down his chin.
"You taste so fucking good, baby." he spoke, panting as he tried to catch his breath. You could barely return his smile as you leaned into his chest and rested your head against his shoulder. Your eyelids already felt heavy now, about to close when Luke's voice suddenly interrupted, "How about one more?" You tensed in his arms, feeling his index finger lift your chin to face him properly. He was completely, totally fucking serious about this, his eyes still dark with lust as he met yours, "An orgasm for every month I've been gone, yeah?"
Now it was your turn to smirk as your gaze dropped from his and noticed the considerable bulge beneath his pants. Luke's palm tried to cover his massive hard-on while his tongue swiped across his swollen bottom lip, somewhat embarrassed.
"How about I just help you with that?" you giggled as your hand drifted down to replace his. Your palm was already moving against his member, watching him groan under your touch. You were certain he'd give in and just let you go through with what you intended, but instead, his fingers closed around your wrist, and he shook his head adamantly. "B-Babe, I just wanna taste you again." he managed between grunts.
"Luke Hemmings turning down a blowjob? I don't believe it." you scoffed.
Suddenly, your boyfriend's eyes lit up, and his mouth twisted into a smirk as he shot you a look, "Never said I was."
Your eyebrows raised at him, trying to read his expression and figure out what the hell he was trying to say. Luke was already fumbling with the drawstring of his pants and tugging them down his legs, along with the tight fabric of his briefs that were all but suffocating his cock. With one hand, he gave his length a few short pumps and with the other, he motioned for you to come closer, watching you tentatively crawl over to his position.
"What exactly are we doing, Luke?" you questioned.
Luke's eyes were already hooded and starting to flutter closed at the pleasure, but he managed to meet your puzzled gaze with a lazy smile and mutter, "Think of a number, princess."
You should've known. You should've guessed from that smug look on his face that he would want to try something like that. In any other instance, he would've been stuttering or blushing or quickly apologizing afterwards, but this Luke was far too horny to care. He was stretched out across the duvet with the cheekiest grin on his face, waiting for you to make your move as you drew in a quick, nervous breath. The moment you inched forward, his arms were already encircling your waist and pulling you onto his chest to straddle him again, only this time your bum was facing him.
"Fuck." you heard from behind you. Luke's hands were already gripping your ass and pulling you into his face while your torso slid down his abdomen to take hold of his throbbing member. "You ready, doll?" Luke teased your clit with his bottom lip, making sure to graze the cool metal of his piercing against the sensitive nub. You fought back a moan and decided to play along with his game as you licked up the entire length of his cock and pressed a kiss to the tip, feeling his stomach muscles clench beneath you, "Ready as I'll ever be."
Without another moment's warning, Luke's mouth was devouring your pussy with every last bit of energy he had in his tongue, and you were quick to follow with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock and pushing further down with each bob of your head. Moans filled the room and bounced back and forth between the two of you as you pleasured each other to no end, competing to see how quickly one could get the other to come. Luke's movements were clearly rougher and quicker against your core, but you had the advantage in knowing that he could never last more than a few minutes with your mouth around him, your hands pumping to get him to his edge as quickly as possible. But Luke's tongue fucking had improved throughout the night, and this was your sixth orgasm of the night, making it close to impossible to hold on while he licked and sucked away at your hypersensitive area.
You pumped harder and swirled your tongue around his tip a few times before you finally felt that familiar twitch signalling his approaching orgasm. You felt his hot load shoot into your mouth only seconds later, most of it trickling down your throat or down your chin as you pulled off of him and smirked in satisfaction. Meanwhile, Luke's tongue was still avidly zigzagging down your slit and forcing more moans from your lips, the knot in your stomach growing until you couldn't help but release into one last excruciating orgasm that racked through your body. Luke's moans could be heard and felt throughout the whole thing as his fingernails raked down your ass and left an impressive set of red marks in their path.
"Holy shit!"
You lazily rolled off of him and onto your stomach to face him again with a curious gaze. But it didn't take long for you to realize why he'd blurted out the sudden profanity - his face was covered with your arousal, no exaggeration. Your hand flew to cup your mouth hung open in shock.
"You fucking squirter!" This time, Luke's laughter rang throughout the room and even drew a small, embarrassed giggle from you as his hands swiped your juices from his face and were held in front of his wide, incredulous eyes. The two of you eyed the considerable amount on his fingers, you more disgusted than pleased. But Luke seemed delighted, even amused, as he wiggled his fingers at you and caused you to jump back.
"C'mere, princess, it's all yours." he laughed as he waved it in front of your face.
"Don't you fucking dare, Lucas."
And suddenly Luke was back to his usual, childish self as a sheepish grin spread across his lips and he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose, "Well we'd better get ourselves cleaned up then, shouldn't we?"