5SOS Imagines

Overstimulation (L.H) Different

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Bold: Your messages
Italic: His messages

Your phone buzzed.

*Really? You think you can just send me something like that and expect to get away with it?*

Yes, you were a fan of sexting. So was Luke. You were feeling especially cheeky, and this wasn't a good sign. Luke suspected this once you send a generous picture of you in your white, lace lingerie set. Luke was surprised; the tight feeling in his pants starting to make him uncomfortable as he sat on the spare couch in the office.

The boys had a big interview today, something to do with the new release date of the album. They delayed it, seeing as Calum had one extra idea for a song, in which they recorded it and placed it on the track list.

Luke said to you over text that he was busy. But you weren't phased. The only thing that was on your mind is his lip ring. The way it contrasted against your clit, the way the metal made you shudder every time he'd kiss you there. You were quite frankly, very, very horny at the thought. You needed him home, and it seemed like sexting was the only reasonable and the most persuasive idea.

*Why can't you hurry back home? I need you... You've been on my mind all fucking day, and you won't allow me to touch myself*

You continued.

*It's so temping. I'm all dressed up, ready for you. My hand is right near my thong, baby. If you don't come home now, it will move a little lower.*

Luke gulped as he saw your message. He excused himself from the conference room, rushing out before anyone noticed the bulge in his black skinny jeans.

He went into the bathrooms, biting down on his bottom lip as he fumbled with the phone.

*Don't you dare even think about touching yourself without me there.*

You bit your lip. You rested against the pillows, shuffling around as you traced your middle finger over your clothed crotch. You bit the inside of your cheek as you sent a reply.

*What would you do if I told you I was touching myself right now? Would you be angry?*

Luke closed his eyes for a moment, imagining you sprawled out on the bed, your index and middle finger circling around your clit as you hips bucked into your hand. A wave of heat rushed down to his cock, huffing out his nose as he tilted his head up to the ceiling. "Fuck."

He was angry even at the thought. He sucked in a breath when he replied.

*You aren't...*

*Oh, I think I am...*

You attached a picture. A picture of your middle finger pressed against your clit, the white lace of your thong peeking out from the side.

He refrained from letting a groan out as he got the picture. He pushed open the bathroom door, storming out. He slowed down as he reached the conference room. He knocked and entered, and Calum fought back a smile as he saw something awfully up with Luke's general region.

"Buddy." Calum muttered to Luke, his eyes flickering to his pants.

"I know." Luke huffed, discreetly covering his crotch with his hand. "Guys, I need to go. Emergency at home," he gave the team a small smile, "Can we continue this tomorrow?"

The boys nodded; knowing exactly what the emergency was. The crew didn't know though, they just nodded along and gave permission for Luke to leave. Luke silently thanked Jesus. He knew exactly what he was going to do once he got home.