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the wall ~hEmMiNgS~

your back is pressed up against the abrasive brick wall outside of some really sleazy club and somewhere in the back of mind it registers that your skin is practically being rubbed raw but none of that matters because luke fucking hemmings is pounding into you relentlessly while he holds you into place with a vice like grip on either of your thighs. your tight party dress is bunched up around your waist and luke’s pants are down just enough for him to have his cock out and his feral little groans and grunts are muffled by the crook of your neck, where he brutally bites at your flesh. you cry out and your manicured nails claw at the back of his tee shirt and luke’s dilated eyes darken even more so as he clamps his hand over your mouth, stuttering hips gaining momentum. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist and now you’re relying on your own strength to keep you up while luke taps on your oversensitive clit. it feels so damn raunchy, so fucking filthy, letting luke take you like this but neither of you could wait for the cab and you’re in that experimental stage of hooking up where you just can’t keep your hands off each other. your orgasm is white hot, toe curling; your knees give out and luke lets you slide down the wall because he’s too busy tossing the condom to the alley floor. you’re too fucked out to notice him jerking himself off the rest of the way until you feel his come dripping down the front of your dress and you smile sleepily, your eyes fluttering shut as luke joins you on the ground. he kisses you then, so soft that you’ll barely be able to remember it in the morning. you won’t remember luke gently readjusting your silk panties or luke using his singlet to clean up the mess he made or luke carrying you from the alleyway to your cab, whispering how much he loves you good you were into your hair either. but he does.