5SOS Smut

Good Girls Always Get Rewarded L.H.

Sighing in frustration you ran your fingers through your hair. Taking a deep breath you read the protocol again. You had been studying for over an hour since you came back from the college library but still you couldn’t obtain a rational result with your practical case, no matter how many times you tried to start your calculus over and over it seemed hopeless. Usually you would only study at the library. It was something you and Luke had decided when you moved in together, home was your place to be really together. If the both of you started bringing your work at home you knew you’d end up too caught up with it to actually have a glimpse of quality time and enjoy each other. If there was one thing you and Luke had in common besides loving each other more than anything else, it was being passionate about what you did and perfectionists to a maddening point. Therefore, the guitar was only allowed for pleasure, no intense practicing or rehearsing, and you were only allowed books and the occasional quick reviews before bed. You sticked to this rule usually, rather easily in fact since you enjoyed studying at the library : it was quiet, sometimes you’d do it with other classmates, you had all books you didn’t even know you would need at hand reach, and ultimately you had to brake since it closed at some point. But the topic you were currently on wrecked your brain and the small insignificant headache from this morning had become a heavy burden. You pulled your notes from under the pile of papers and read again hoping you would finally see the fallacy.
Deep in thoughts you didn’t even heard the front door and jumped a little when Luke kissed the top of your head. He stood behind you eyeing the mess of papers sprawled across the coffee table.

“Everything alright here?” he quizzed you with concern.

“Stupid shit…” you mumbled distractedly still trying to focus.

“I guess not, but aren’t you breaking a rule here love?” he asked, not with irritation but…wait was this naughtiness?

“Luke I really have to get this done, I’ve been reading this over and over and taking notes, googling and I still don’t get the point!” you half yelled in frustration.

“Shhh.” He started rubbing your shoulders. “Someone is a little tensed here. It is useless by now, if you stare at something for too long it loses any sense. Right now you probably can’t even think straight… You need to relax…” he scouted next to you on the couch, hand on your thigh attaching his lips to your neck.

“You look beautiful.” he murmured in adoration kissing your lips softly.

Hair disheveled, cheeks flushing from exhaustion, you clearly had had sexier moments; yet, his tone, so genuine, stated it in such an undeniable way that you knew he meant it just as much as when you dolled up for him. His hands flew up under your skirt, tracing the outline of your panties and you felt yourself finally giving in to his touch, responding to his kiss, deepening it. You slid your tongue into his mouth, savoring his taste and softness, a deep moan echoing through both of you. You left feather-light kisses on his jaw, in the hollow where his dimples showed, under his ear, nibbling at it with increasing arousal.

“Relax baby girl, I’ll take good care of you. I’m going to make you feel like a princess.” Luke was still kissing you, slowly raising your shirt above your body to reveal your covered breasts, he was all caring and sweet, but right now inwardly you were angry more than exhausted : you needed to be taken care of, but not this way.

“I don’t want to…” You blurt out between kisses. “I need to…steam off.”

Taking in your words and smiling your favorite crooked smile at the realization of their meaning, Luke rubbed his newly grown beard on the delicate skin of your neck. “Hm… You want me to tell you what a bad little student you’ve been?”