who's your daddy? // luke hemmings

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sotc: power trip by j cole and miguel

3 MONTHS LATER

I'm laying in bed, listening to the sound of the rain against my window as I heard the familiar knock that I was waiting for. Luke told me that it would be safer for the sake of us to see each other at night; we have been doing this since my birthday.

Two months ago, I turned seventeen. 301 days until my eighteenth birthday; when my virginity and purity will belong to Luke. Not that I'm counting or anything.

I get out of bed, smoothing my nightgown as I walk over to the window, unlocking it and swinging it open to find a very needy Luke. Once his feet land on my floor, he strides over to me and pulls me from the small of me back, touching our chests together.

"Hmm, Daddy needs you." He breathes onto my face whilst staring into my eyes. "I need you bad, baby girl. Raw." I was tingling everywhere and I was standing on my tippy-toes.

"What do you want me to do, Daddy?" I ask.

"Fuck, kitten, I want you to control me tonight." I gasp and shiver at the wind from the open window.

"H-how?"

"Do what I do to you to me." I sit there for a couple seconds, conjuring up the littlest bit of courage.

Finding myself with nothing to lose, I mumble 'fuck it' and shove him against the wall behind him. Pushing my chest against his upper stomach, pinning him down the best as I can, I look down at his arm and see a bandage on his upper forearm.

"What's this, Daddy?" I ask.

"A tattoo. It says, 'I was blind'." I blush at his symbolism. "Take the bandaid off; look at it." I did as he asked and I noticed how simple it was. I ran my finger over his tattoo out of curiosity and he flinched, hissing.

"Oh, sorry-"

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer." He took off his pants and shoes, leading me to my bed. He set me on top of him so that I was straddling him.

"We are going to have dry sex." He announced like I couldn't speak English. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes, Luke; just let me fake fuck you." He chuckled and set his hands on my hips. I started grinding my hips on his, earning low grunts and whimpers from my Blue.

I was losing balance, for my thighs felt weak, so I grabbed onto Luke's arm for balance. He groaned and remembering his tattoo, I pulled away.

"Oh my god, Luke, are you okay?"

"Please, press down on it, please, please, please." He whined. "Grind on me while you push on it, please, kitty."

I warily pressed my thumb on his tattoo, pushing down and he moaned loudly, covering his mouth with his hand. I rolled my hips against his as I pulsed my thumb on his tattoo. He used his free hand to dip into my panties and rub me.

"Luke, I'm so close."

"Please hold it, angel. Just a little longer for me." I nodded as I wiped my forehead of sweat. Thinking of a way to get him to unravel, I slipped my hand under his shirt and scratched from his chest all the way down his torso hard. He whimpered and bucked his hips at my heat, causing me to collapse onto him while I rode out my high.

"That was so nice, baby girl. Who knew you could be so dominant?" He said sarcastically and laughed.

"Oh, yeah, definitely." I laughed along. We layed like that for a while until I heard my little Blue's snores; one of my favorite sounds. Deciding to fall asleep as well, I grab my blanket and cover us up because at least at the moment, we were only one unit.

THE NEXT MORNING

Waking up to beautiful humming and light scratching at my scalp, I looked up at Luke.

"You sound amazing." I whispered.

"You sound better."

"How do you know what I sound like?" I asked.

"You sing all the time, I just don't think you notice." I shrug and giggle.

"I don't deserve you." He whispered with furrowed eyebrows.

"You deserve better."

"No, Hannah, you're the best." I kissed his little tummy and looked back up at him. "Would you believe me if I said I was in love?" My throat hitched.

"Only if you'd believe me." He cracked the biggest smile I have ever seen in a while and I gave one back unintentionally.

"When you're gone, you got me up all night, constant drinking and love songs." He paused and looked at the ceiling. "I'm so in love with you." I crawled up under his arm and kissed his jaw.

"You're telling me."
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i want to kiss that pretty boy's tummy and get my clothes caught on the ring i wish he proposed to me with but instead im stuck with writing stupid stories about what I wish we were :(((((

can someone help me get over being in love with luke? seriously it's eating me alive