Imagine fighting with Luke. He caught you flirting with a guy at work while he was bringing you flowers to surprise you. "Luke, it was nothing!" you try to convince him. "I know what I saw! You thought you could hide this from me forever?" You look at his face, it's red with anger. Although he's furious with you, you are so turned on by how hot he looks when he's angry. He took off his shirt, he's dripping with sweat. "Babe are you ashamed of me? Or maybe this guy is the reason you never wanted me to come to work with you," he continues. "Luke please! Stop it! I love you, I would never do that to y-" you're cut off by his tongue, he's kissing you angrily. "(y/n), you're mine. I'm going to spend the rest of the night making sure you know that," Luke whispers as he presses his forehead to yours. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bedroom, laying you down gently and lovingly. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more. You'll remember that you're mine, all mine.
