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Mine - Luke Hemmings

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A seemingly manageable misunderstanding quickly escalated into some sort of a catastrophe - or at least, in Luke's mind. An ever so slightly tipsy Michael had innocently grabbed your hand, bringing you to dance with his hands on your waist as you un-rhythmically swayed side to side, despite the up-tempo club music that blasted from the speakers. In a drunken haze Michael's hands found their way lower than expected, and this failed to go unnoticed by Luke's protective eye. He immediately stepped in, dragging you from the busy dance floor and out of the small club that resided in the basement of the bands current hotel.

"What's your problem?" You questioned, gesturing towards the tight grip his hand held on your arm as he pulled you into an empty elevator. However, your words were cut short - your back pressed into the cold mirror covered wall that forced your body to press against Luke's taller frame.

"You're mine." His husky voice sounded only millimetres away from your ear before his lips lightly grazed the soft skin of your neck. "No one elses." His tough demeanour never faltered as the strong hold remaining on your forearm tugged you along the corridor and into the hotel room that you and Luke were sharing.

It only took seconds for him to cover the distance between the door and bed before his strong arms effortlessly lifted you, his lips pressing a short kiss to yours prior to him dropping you onto the mattress. He pulled his shirt over his head, wasting minimal time as he hovered over you, placing his elbows either side of your head.

"You're mine," he repeated, sloppily leaving kisses along your jaw and onto your neck, "I think you need to be taught a lesson." His warm lips briefly sucked on your collar bone, surely leaving a mark before you grasped his blonde hair with your hand, tugging on the locks slightly and bringing his face closer to yours.

"Are you going to punish me, Daddy?" You not-so-innocently batted your eyelashes although a small smirk graced your face as you noticed Luke's reaction to your words. His body tensed, mouth falling open slightly and pupils dilating as the simple word escaped your lips.

"Fuck, you're definitely going to get punished for that." He practically seethed, blinking a few times as if to gather his thoughts and catching your lips with his before harshly biting on your bottom lip. His desperate hands pulled your shirt from your body before one began roughly massaging you through your bra, his fingers tugging on the fabric before rubbing over the hardened bud of your nipple. He ducked his head, kissing down the valley of your breasts before he - somewhat frustratedly - reached behind you to unclasp your bra, pulling the straps down your arms and throwing the fabric across the room with a quiet grunt. Seconds later his lips reattached to your skin, sucking lightly on your sensitive nipple before his teeth lightly grazed the skin just above. "Mine." He left a final kiss to your chest before his lips travelled down your stomach, repeating the word over and over until he reached the top of your shorts. He picked at the buttons teasingly slowly, only sliding the garment down your legs after you lightly slapped his shoulder.

"I told you, you're being punished." He mumbled as his face became level with your thinly-clad core, his breath hitting your heat and forcing you to raise your hips, eager for his touch.

"Please, Daddy," you moaned, hoping that your words would turn him on enough to coerce him into doing something, and so it did: his fingers instantaneously looped around the waistband of your final piece of clothing before he hurriedly pulled your panties down your legs, allowing you to kick them off when they reached your ankles.

Agonisingly slowly he dragged his tongue against your folds, collecting your wetness before his tongue disappeared into his mouth, reappearing seconds later as he hummed softly, "Fuck, you taste so good." Without sparing a moment he repeated the action, pressing his tongue flat against you before lightly skimming his mouth over your clit. As you moved underneath him, he used his hands to hold your hips against the bed, disallowing your to move and holding you still. "Stay still baby, you only get to fuck my mouth when you've been a good girl." Your fingers instinctively tangled themselves in his messy hair as his lips sucked on your clit, a shaky, incoherent moan falling from your mouth as you struggled to hold your head up from the mattress, letting yourself fall back onto the duvet and losing eye contact with Luke. "Can anyone else make you feel this good?" He confidently teased as one of his long fingers danced at your entrance, barely touching you yet intensifying your pleasure by such an incredible amount. His actions forced your legs to shake and your knees to bend as you dug your heels into the mattress. "Are you gonna come for me, baby? Let me taste you properly."