who's your daddy? // luke hemmings

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sotc: blue by beyonce

"Oh, right there, baby girl." Luke slowly rocked into my mouth as I adjusted to the tight handcuffs around my wrists, holding them behind my back while I kneeled in front of him. "I'm so close, darling." I wiggled my tongue and he moaned, pulling my head away and allowing me finish him off with my hand. He wiped some of his love potion off of my chest with his thumb and ran his finger across my bottom lip.

"Suck, kitten." I complied with his soft demand, making him whimper. "Such a good girl you are, Hannah." I smiled. Standing up with shakey legs from when he was pleasuring me, I turned around for him to unlock my restraint.

He trailed the cold key along my spinal cord all the way to the handcuffs, raising goosebumps on my skin. Finally unbuckling them after 30 minutes of confinement, he grabbed them and walked confidently to his bed that held the box. I looked at my wrist and noticed that the first layer of skin had broke, and that the skin where the handcuffs were locked was red and puffy.

"Luke, is this normal?" He quickly looked up and saw me holding up my wrists to him, chuckling sweetly.

"Yes, baby, that's normal; it'll go away. It's kinda hot, too." I blushed and smiled shyly, nodding. "I still don't get it; I have seen you in your most intimate times but you're still so bashful when it comes to talking about it."

"I don't know, I've never had the need to talk about it before." I shrugged. "Why are you so comfortable?" I started putting on my clothes that had found their way dangling on my headboard, but we won't talk about that.

"Touché." He laughed and began putting on his clothes, too. "I can't fucking wait until you move out. When are you going to move out?"

"When my mom gives me the permission. I just need to find a roommate." I shrugged.

"I could be your roomie." He sing-sang.

"No really, I don't want to live in this giant house by myself-"

"I'm not kidding." He stared me in the eyes and I tilted my head with furrowed eyebrows.

"How will that work?"

"What do you mean? We just split everything in the middle-"

"No, you dork, with my mom."

"Oh, well it would be fine, babe. She wouldn't even see us." I shrugged and walked over to his bed, laying on his pillow that smelled of his hair gel.

"Okay, fine." I smiled to myself. "But that's a long way away. Don't get too excited." He flopped in the bed right next to me and twirled my hair in his fingers.

"You always make me excited; it's hard to be relaxed around you because my heart's beating too fast." I turned on my side and layed my head on his chest, listening to the thump of his heartbeat.

"Don't relax, then." I whispered.

"Your wish is my command, baby girl." We sat for a couple seconds in silence before I heard slow footsteps from downstairs, and they weren't Elizabeth's. Elizabeth doesn't wear cherry red stilettos.

"Luke, grab my books on the side of my bed." I pounced off of him and went to my mirror, brushing my hair and fixing my makeup. I didn't want my mother to have any kind of hint that I was just being naughty.

"'Grab your books', why?"

"You want my mom to think you're my tutor, right?" He gave me a face of realization.

"Good thinkin'." He opened a random book and I sat across from him, making it look like we were being productive. I had my body turned away from the door but I could just tell by the creak of the door and the look on Luke's face that my mother was in the room and waiting for me to turn around.

Twisting my back, I studied her. Pretty white dress, the highest of heels, jewellery dangling from every edge of her body; still the sweetest smile, though. I got up from the bed and hugged her as tight as I could. She smelled of roses and cinnamon.

"Oh, it's so good to see you, honey." She said into my hair and I nodded. "I'm so sorry about your Dad. I know how much he meant to you." I winced at her lightly sprinkling salt at my open wound but I was okay. "Who's this?" I pulled away from her and held my hands behind my back.

"Luke." I said simply.

"Luke... Oh, like Elizabeth's son!" Damn, she remembered him.

"Yeah, nice to see you again, Mrs. Dwyer." He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Same to you. Uh, Hannah, you do remember that you're moving in after, um, that day, right?"

"Yes." I mumbled. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother; she is just different than my father and I don't like change.

"Great enthusiasm you have." She laughed and shook her head. "But really, I'd like you living full-time there the day after so it's be nice if you brought some things over beforehand."

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow." I shrugged and looked over at Luke, who looked bewildered. "Anyway, we need to get back to studying!" I said in hopes of making her leave.

"Alright, I'll go. I love you." She kissed my cheek.

"I love you, too." I smiled and rocked on my feet as I watched her close the door behind her.

"She's like an older version of you, that was weird."

"Really? I always thought I looked like-"

"No, you look so much like her. Even the way you carry yourselves." I smiled.

"Yeah, she's cool. I didn't see her as often as I wished but look where I am now." I laughed and he did too. Feeling a breeze, I rubbed at my goosebumps. "Damn, it's so cold in here."

"Come 'ere." He held out his arms and I crawled into the bed with him, snuggling against him.

I looked up at him and I saw a world of peace and fun ahead of me. I examined his nose and his lips and his beard but I didn't notice his eyes until he looked down at me.

"Can I call you Blue?" I asked.

"What, why?"

"Well, your eyes are really blue so I just thought that it was suitable."

"You can only call me Blue if I get to call you Blue, too."

"Fine, Blue."
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omg I'm so tired right now save me