Good Girls, Bad Guys (Lashton Love Triangle)

Good Girls, Bad Guys: Chapter 8

~A/N: It’s been a while, so here’s the next part. As per usual, this chapter is NSFW, and well, this one is kind of.. yeah. Can you tell I get flustered talking about this? Anyways, here it is, and read at your own warning. X

*Luke’s POV*

            I decided the best way to get over (Y/N) was through music, since it can usually manipulate feelings well. I keep wanting to blame her for this shit and the feelings that had grown on me; but in reality, it was my fault. It was me who tried hitting on her in the first place, and it was my idea to try seducing her. So why do I even give such a fuck about her? I reached over to the stereo system on my bedside table and turned the volume up and let the music try clearing my mind. I closed my eyes and tried to mental say each lyric that was getting played, to keep me from daydreaming about anything unnecessary. After a few minutes, I heard a knock on my door, and that broke me out of my void little place. “Ugh. Who is it?” I ask, rubbing at my eyes. The door opens, and (Y/N) walks inside, and shut the door immediately after she walks in. I sit up quickly, obviously caught off guard. “W-What are you doing here?” I ramble, but she just takes long strides towards and climbs on top of my lap. She’s straddling me, and her face is only inches away from mine. “Ashton is going to kill you…” I sigh, shaking my head, “Hell, he’s going to kill me too.” She interrupts me with a kiss, and my head just goes blank and gets lost in the feel of her on me. Her lips on mine feel so weird. Her lips are so soft and taste so sweet against my busted but healing ones. Her tongue strokes itself against mine, and I’m almost taken aback at how fast she’s moving.

            “Wait, (Y/N), hold on,” I say, grabbing her shoulders and gently pulling away. “Why are you here? I-” she cuts me off by grabbing my jaw in her hands and turning my head to the side, then attaching her lips to my neck—nipping and sucking wherever she could get her mouth on. I let out a moan, and she looks at me with wild eyes and a smirk. She pushes me down to the mattress and starts taking off my shirt. I don’t even have time to properly react to her movements. I’m usually the one dominating or giving, but watching her take control is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen before. She pulls away to lift her shirt over her head, and she reveals a red bra with some lace on it. “Holy fuck, (Y/N)… You’re not as vanilla as I thought,” I let out with a nervous laugh, to which, she climbs off my lap and becomes eyelevel with my crotch. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

            Her hand palms me through my jeans, and the friction of it as well as the way she was looking at me was enough to make me come on the spot. She applies more pressure, then stops to nip at my waistline. I couldn’t even tell her to stop teasing just because how good it currently felt. I felt so powerless under her touch, and I couldn’t tell if I liked it or not. Hell, who am I kidding? I’m fucking loving it. She unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down—along with my boxers—to my calves. “Ready so soon?” she teases, looking at my semi erect member. “Oh shut up,” I smirk, placing my hand on her neck and attach my lip to hers—making sure she can feel my lip ring on her lips. Our tongues massage one another’s as her hand brings itself to the place I need her most. I let out a moan, and she pumps me a bit faster. I close my eyes and groan to encourage her and this new attitude she seemed to have gained.

            What if she’s only doing this to get back at Ashton for beating me up? What if she’s only using me for sex to spice up her and Ashton’s relationship? What if she’s only leading me on? All these questions start entering my head, and I try to push her away before feeling the fact that she’s not here. What the fuck? I open my eyes and sit up only to realize that I’m still dressed, she’s not even here, and I was just dreaming. Are you fucking kidding me? I let out a huff of frustration, and pull my blanket off of me—only to reveal that I just had a wet dream. Great, just fucking great. I throw my head back to my pillow and try to wish everything away. But my phone begins vibrating and that’s enough to add more fuel to the fire I’m currently feeling. I reach for it and answer without checking the caller ID. “What do you want?”

I yelled, rubbing my eyes and staring up at the ceiling above me with the paint flaking off. “I-I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have called if I knew it would upset you.. I’ll just.. I’ll go.” That little voice was enough to wake me up quickly. “(Y/N)!”