Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

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"Luke!"

"what's wrong?" I demanded, looking up from my project of making breakfast.

"Your back." He whispered, his fingers brushing down my spine, making me shiver.

"What about it?" I asked causally as the blond boy looked over my scarred back.

"It's all scratched up." Michael said softly.

I turned around, leaning down and catching his lips with mine, "What's wrong? Don't recognize your own art work?"

Michael parted his lips, kissing me back.

"Your food is burning." He murmured against my lips.

I pulled away and rushed to turn the burner off.

"Maybe I shouldn't cook us breakfast." I said.

"I can make muffins or something if you have some mix." Michael offered.

"But you're in my house and I should cook for you." I said.

"You can lick the spoon." He offered.

"Get cooking then!"

|Michael|

"You busy, baby?"

I shook my head, letting the remote be taken out of my hands. Luke pushed me down against the couch, his lips moving along my neck.

"do you need something to do?" He asked.

I gave him a small nod. Luke grabbed my hands and brought them down to his jeans. I blindly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his long legs.

Luke pulled away from me and tilted my head up so he could see all his artwork. He pushed my shirt up, exposing my tummy.

"maybe we should take this to my bed." Luke said as his fingers curled under the waistband of my skirt.

I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for what he'd say next.

"Why is my babyboy not wearing his pretty panties?" Luke tsked.

When I didn't answer, he stuck his hand up my skirt and squeezed my bum.

"Such a naughty, naughty boy." Luke whispered as his hands kneaded my bum.

I moaned, making him shake his head at me.

"Do you want to answer me, baby? Where's your lace?" Luke asked.

"i-I didn't want to w-wear any." I confessed.

"Are you a badboy?" Luke asked.

I shook my head and squirmed under him, making him pin my hands above my head.

"such a bad boy." Luke murmured, pulling my skirt down.

He moved his hips against mine. I felt the thin fabric of his boxers against my bare skin, making me moan.

"Luke." I whimpered, trying to get my hands free.

"Naughty boy." Luke scolded.

"p-please. I need y-you." I stuttered.

"Are you going to be good, now?" Luke asked.

I nodded, "Y-yes. Y-yes Luke."

"Good. Now go get your panties on."

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I need my nails painted so they look somewhat nice

~Cookie Xx