Luke Hemmings Imagines

Sex

"That's all she wanted me for." Luke cried, laying on my shoulder. I rubbed his back, and he gripped onto my hips, not wanting me to let go.

"You didn't give it to her, right?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"We were making out on her couch, and i asked how far it was going. She said she was ready, but I said I wasn't, and she dumped me." He said softly, and I sighed. I know he loved her, and I know she made him happy. I hated seeing him this upset.

"You loved her. Why didn't you? I mean, I'm glad you're saving yourself for the right person, but you loved her." I said, and he sighed. "I've always loved someone else so much more, and I want them to be my first. I don't wanna make love with someone I don't know if I'm completely in love with." He said, and I looked down. "Why didn't you tell me you loved someone else? Who is it?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"I can't tell. You'd hate me." He whispered. "That's not possible. You're my best friend." I said, and he scooted closer to me. "It's you." He whispered, and I immediately hugged him tighter.

I was hoping he'd say that. I've been wanting to say the same thing for a while now.

"Wait? So you said you weren't ready to have sex with her, but you're ready with me?" I asked, and he blushed, and nodded.

"Well. Then let's just forget about her for a while." I whispered, and crawled on top of him, kissing his neck softly.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, and ran his hand down my back. "Yes.." I exhaled, and turned his head to the side, allowing me more room on his neck.

"I love you." He whispered, followed by a deep moan. I smiled, and paused for a second, kissing his lips. "I love you too."