Petals and Thorns / l.h ✔️

11

~Juno's POV~

I walked into the house after school on Wednesday, shutting and locking the front door behind myself. As I made my way towards the living room, I could hear the sound of the TV faintly playing, growing louder as I grew closer to the room. It sounded like it was Spongebob, so I knew that Luke must've put that on for Anais.

And sure enough, Spongebob was playing on the TV when I entered the living room, and Ana was bouncing around happily in her bouncing jumper while she flailed her arms around in excitement, looking up at the TV screen. It was incredibly cute. Behind her sat Luke, his large body relaxed into the couch with his eyes now trained on me. His long arms stretched out along the back of the couch and he had his feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him, crossed at the ankles. I couldn't help but to appreciate the sight of him, biting my bottom lip as I scanned my eyes up the length of his body. He was so tall and broad, so utterly handsome. I couldn't help but to blush brightly as my mind wandered to much dirtier places than it probably should have, but I couldn't help it. I was beyond attracted to him.

Seeming to notice my gaze on him, Luke's lips twitched up into a sly, teasing smirk when our eyes finally met. My whole body flamed brightly as I became riddled with embarrassment at being caught just staring at him like that, biting my bottom lip even harder. I hadn't even thought that he was already looking at me, so of course he would have noticed me eye fucking him so brazenly. How dumb of me!

But what I hadn't expected for him to do after catching me and my wandering gaze was for him to do it right back, but that's what he did.

Yes, Luke's pretty blue eyes just slowly began to trail up the length of my body, starting at my shoes. I wasn't dressed very provocatively in my black converse, black denim shorts with a black tank top and a long sleeved black cardigan, so I didn't necessarily think there was as much of me to gaze at in the way that I had him. My outfit was as casual as it could get, not something that was meant to turn him on or get stares. Still, he grazed his eyes slowly up my body, as if he was trying to remember each curve and detail of me as I stood there. It made me blush harder, my heart pounding anxiously in my chest as I bit my lip. I didn't think there was any way he was actually enjoying looking at me like I had enjoyed looking at him.

However, I was proved to be very wrong when Luke gently bit his pink, plump bottom lip, making my knees weak. I felt an odd tingling sensation that spread between my thighs, making it all the harder to breathe as he hummed lowly in appreciation at the sight of me. Finally, his eyes met mine and I was sure my legs were about to give out at the way he looked at me, my chest heaving. His eyes had darkened, shimmering with not even slightly concealed desire, peering up at me with hazy looking eyes. He was so, so goddamn handsome, especially when he smirked and gave me a playful wink. I was very visibly clenching my thighs together by now, goosebumps all up and down my bare thighs as he shifted on the couch while keeping his eyes on me. Very briefly I looked down and my eyes widened, a squeak of both embarrassment and surprise leaving me.

It was very inappropriate, I was well aware, but Luke had a very noticeable bulge beneath his pants, straining against them to be set free. To be given release. And for a moment, a scene flashed through my mind of me giving him that release however he wanted.

Both mortified and strangely turned on, I quickly looked back up into his eyes again, probably looking like a deer in headlights. He seemed completely careless about the situation he had going on below his belt, as if he couldn't have given even a single fuck. In fact, he even went as far as to give me a suggestive bite of his lip before he shifted his hips more, making his bulge all the more noticeable just for me.

The tingling spread further between my legs and I shuddered softly, tightly grasping at the straps on my backpack. He was most definitely doing all of this on purpose, trying his very best to make me blush and shiver with some sort of anticipation. It was easily working for him, too, and we both knew it.

Luke gave me a little grin and his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Won't you come and sit down with me, Juno?" He teased, patting the spot beside him on the couch. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I willingly—hell, almost eagerly—walked over to Luke and then plopped down beside him on the couch. A larger grin formed on his face and he gave me a light pat on my thigh, purposefully leaving his hand there afterwards. The temperature in the room seemed to have increased tenfold the second I sat down by Luke, but with his hand touching my thigh like this....fuck, it felt like I was about to spontaneously combust. I could feel the heat all around my body, soaking into each of my limbs until I couldn't pretend any longer like I wasn't practically soaking my panties just from this. It made me feel embarrassed, as if I was pathetic for that. And I probably was, but I didn't care very much in that moment. I just didn't want him to move his hand.

"How was y-your day?" I stumbled over my words as I spoke, peering up at him through my lashes. He smiled gently and his hand squeezed my thigh tighter before he reached out, brushing his finger along my jaw before pushing a stray hair from out of my face. "It was nice. Changed a poopy diaper." He teased, making me giggle. "Sounds fun." I snorted, obviously joking around with him. Nobody liked to change diapers, and certainly not poopy ones.

He hummed and leaned closer to me, so close that I could feel his warm breath fanning over my skin. I shivered at the feeling and let out a little sigh of pleasure as he kissed my neck gently, stroking my inner thigh with his thumb. It made my body weak, slightly shaking as he kissed my jaw and hummed softly into my ear. At last, he grabbed me by the chin and tilted my head up to him, placing a kiss on my lips. Before it could get anything close to heavy, I forced myself to pull away, practically having to use all of my strength. I wanted him so badly, but this wasn't the time. We couldn't be doing things like this around Anais, or anyone, for that matter.

Now that Luke had been here for about a week now, he and I had become much closer. He and I would chat after school and late at night, after everyone else was asleep, he'd sneak his way down to my room for his chance to make out with me. However, it never went any further than just making out, but I knew I wasn't the only one who was beginning to want it to go further. Hell, the bulge he had even right now was plenty proof of that, and the wandering hand on my thigh.

It seemed as though he knew exactly what I was thinking, why I had pulled away, because he gave me a small smile and kissed me one last time. "Tell me about you. Anything, your favorite food, your most embarrassing memory, your middle name." He whispered to me, causing me to smile slightly. For the past couple of days he and I had been spending more time talking, figuring one another out and getting to know each other. It had been a lot of fun and I felt very comfortable and close with him. He was an amazing listener, despite the fact that he was also in the habit of being a cheeky little shit.

"You already know all of those things by now." I whispered to him, causing him to grin and playfully pinch me on the thigh. "I know that, pumpkin. Those are just examples." He said, shaking his head at me. My eyes peered up into his as he brushed a hand through my hair, trying to think of something to tell him. "I am part French." I said randomly, causing his lips to twitch up. He gently nuzzled his cheek into my hair and slid an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side more. "Tell me more." He demanded, his tone soft.

So I did exactly that. I went on for about an hour and a half, telling him absolutely random things about myself while he listened closely and would occasionally make a little comment, sometimes teasing me. Eventually, though, Anais began to fuss in her jumper, so Luke got up and scooped her into his arms. She looked absolutely tiny in his arms and he looked utterly handsome, completely charming. It was unfair.

Luke began to gently bounce her in his hold, making her very slowly quiet down until her fusses stopped completely. It had taken a while, but she eventually fell asleep in his arms, his eyes peering down at her with a fond smile on his face that made my heart flutter. It was then that I truly realized how much he had gained my affection.

I couldn't remember when or how I had grown to like him so, but I also couldn't find it in me to care.