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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Take Control.

Luke sat at the edge of the bed, one hand typing away on his phone and the other raking through Petunia’s fur, while I sat on the armchair in the corner of his room, feeling ignored. I left the bathroom shortly after he got in the shower to take my place in the chair, and when he walked in, he seemed irritated. He didn’t say anything to me, instead busying himself in his phone. The moments we sat in silent felt like hours, when in reality it was just enough time for his curls to dry and my hair to move from sopping wet to damp. I wanted to walk over to him, to talk about what happened in the bathroom and what I said to him, but I didn’t. I just sat there with my knees pulled to my chest, repeatedly checking my phone for notifications that never came.

In the midst of our uncomfortable silence, a knock sounded at the door.
“What?” Luke called and the door cracked open to reveal Calum. He stepped inside, greeting Petunia as she hopped off the bed to say hello.
“You okay, Val?” He asked me.
“I’m fine,” I rasped, knowing I wasn’t being very convincing. I couldn’t stop thinking of Luke’s possessive nature and how angry he got when I suggested we take things slow for now.
“You sure? I could take you home if you want-” I cut him off.
“I said I’m fine.” I didn’t mean for my voice to come out as snappy as it did. Calum raised his eyebrows, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweater.

“Are you coming to poker tomorrow night?” He turned to Luke, who was still on his phone.
“Don’t know,” he grumbled.
“We need a headcount,” Calum pressed.
“Then ask me again tomorrow.” Luke bit, holding his anger in. Calum nodded slowly, giving Petunia one last pet before exiting the room. When the door clicked shut, Luke threw his phone beside him and lied back, running his hands through his hair as he sighed. He moved his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes and I took a deep breath before standing up and walking to the edge of the bed. He waved his hand to dismiss me, but I didn’t budge. He finally moved his hands back to his hair, keeping his eyes shut.

“You’re not fine,” he mentioned and I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn’t see me.
“Neither are you,” I shot back and he opened his eyes, staring at me. With a sigh, he sat up.
“I just don’t get why you’re fucking around with a guy like me,” he admitted and I shrugged.
“I don’t know.” My voice was quiet. “I like you.” My face reddened.
“But not enough to be with me.” He snapped, his voice cold and distant.
“Luke-” I began, but stopped to collect my thoughts. “It’s not that, it’s just-” Again, I stopped. Was there even a polite way to put it? “We don’t get along for more than one day. You’re destined to hurt me again and I’d like to feel like less of an idiot when you do,” I explained, putting it bluntly.
“I hurt you?” His eyes were sad and I nodded.
“All the time,” I told him.
“How?” He asked.
“You say things to get a rise out of me. Things that hurt my feelings. And you do such horrible things—Like the dogfight. I don’t know if I can trust you.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so sensitive,” he muttered and I sighed, turning to walk away. He caught my wrist, pulling me back.

“Like that.” I stated, pulling my arm from him.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think before I say those things.” He tried to reach out for my hand, but I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Well you need to start.” I told him. “Because when you do things like that, I’m not sure I even want to be your friend, let alone anything more.”
“Come here,” he whispered and I dropped my arms from my chest, my feet planted on the ground. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to sit on his left thigh. One hand hooked across the small of my back, hanging onto my waist, while the other moved to my thigh. My legs fell through his parted ones and he buried his head in my neck, placing soft kisses on the bruises.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, his lips against my skin.
“You’re the one who was mad in the first place,” I couldn’t help but mutter and he let out a small laugh. I felt his chest vibrate and I wanted to lean into him, but I didn’t.
“You know I care about you, right?” I couldn’t help but smile and I gathered the courage to wrap my arms around his neck.
“You always say that,” I told him and his grip on my waist tightened.
“And you never believe me,” he remarked. I set my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes to breathe in his scent. I wished things could stay as simple as they are in this moment, but they never did. In hours, we’d be fighting again and I’d feel lost. But for now, I reveled in the moment: Sitting on Luke’s lap and imprinting his scent in my mind.

I lifted my head from his shoulder and he looked down at me, planting a small kiss on my nose. As he began to pull away, I caught his neck and pulled him back to me, pressing his lips to mine. I felt him smile against my lips before kissing me back. I felt like I was drunk on him. Like his lips were my muse and I couldn’t get enough of him. His hand slowly inched back and forth on my thigh. Each time he inched away, I tried to follow his touch. After a couple tries, he pulled away from my kiss.
“Quit moving so much or you’ll give me a hard on,” he told me before connecting our lips again. He continued with his movements and I couldn’t help but ignore his request. “What do you want me to do, baby?” He asked against my lips. I didn’t reply, only deepening the kiss. He stopped moving his hand. “Hmm?” He hummed, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised when I grabbed ahold of his wrist and pulled it to my heat.

“Do you want me to touch you?” He asked, moving to my neck. With a shaky breath I nodded. He peppered light kisses over my bruises. “You can’t get enough of me, huh?” He teased and I dug my fingers into his shoulder. “Okay baby,” he rasped, kissing my neck again. He slowly rubbed over me and the sweatpants felt too overbearing in my state of need. He seemed to notice, deepening his touch, but made no move to fasten the pace.
“Luke,” I groaned and he pulled away from my neck.
“You don’t want to take our time?” He knew exactly what he was doing to me and it was driving me crazy. I shook my head, panting from excitement. Luke chuckled, slipping his hand under the band of the sweatpants and boxers he’d let me borrow.

He kept the show pace despite my request.
“You’re already so wet for me,” his dirty words caused me to let out a quiet moan and he went back to kissing my neck, rubbing my heat in quick circles. I took in a sharp gasp, my breathing quickening. He slipped his fingers inside of me, his thumb still circling me. I moaned in surprise, my hands pulling at his hair.
“Luke,” I whispered, not knowing how much more I could take.
“Shh,” he cooed and I whimpered from his exceedingly fastening pace. I bit at my lip, my body leaning into him for support. I felt his bulge against my thigh but ignored it, tightening my grip in his hair and coming undone. My free hand grabbed his wrist to stop his movements and I panted, pinching my eyes shut and riding out the high. Luke removed his hand from the restraining clothing and I turned my body to him, straddling his lap instead of sitting on his thigh. I placed my hands on his cheeks, pulling his face to me and kissing him as I slid my hips closer to his body. He hummed in response, grabbing ahold of my hips and creating the friction again.

He continued to rub my body against his, his fingers digging deeper into my waist. Our lips stayed connected, our tongues battling. A deep moan left his throat and I smiled against his lips. He stopped his movements, his grip tightening on my hips as another he let out another moan, pulling away from my kiss and setting his forehead against mine. We sat like that for a few moments, collecting our breath. After a while, he opened his eyes.
“You’re getting bold,” he smirked, disconnecting our foreheads and staring at me. “It’s really hot when you take control.” My face reddened and he brushed a stray hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. “As much as I’d like to stay like this, I should change.” He ushered my body off of his and I sat on the mattress, watching as he moved over to his dresser. “You keep dirtying up my clothes,” he shot me a wink before pulling out a pair of athletic shorts and boxers. When I covered my eyes as he started to change, he laughed. I could picture him shaking his head with a smirk.

After a few moments, I felt the bed indent from his weight and I opened my eyes to see Luke lying down.
“You don’t have to do that, you know,” he brought up and I blushed. “I have no problem with you looking at me while I’m naked.”
“I know,” I rasped, picking at the skin around my nails.
“Have you ever actually seen a dick, Val?” He grinned and my jaw dropped.
“Yes!” I defended. “Well... In pictures...” My voice trailed off and he laughed. “Stop making fun of me!” I complained, frowning.
“I’m not,” he half promised, pulling my arm down so I lied next to him. I set my hand on his chest, my head on the pillow we shared. “It’s... Cute. I like how innocent you are.” His grip around my shoulders tightened. “Do you want to?” He asked, “See it?” My face turned impossibly red. The heat from my cheeks was causing me anxiety.
“Um... I-I-“ I stuttered, ultimately giving up on stringing together a proper sentence. When I remained silent, he pulled down his shorts and boxers and my eyes widened.

A million questions ran through my mind: how would I fit it in my mouth, how would it fit inside me, was it normal for them to be this large in a flaccid state, how the hell does he keep that thing in his pants? I’d heard they got bigger when they were erect, but I couldn’t imagine it getting any bigger. I felt like it was already big enough. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I’d been touching him and moving my hips against him earlier today. How did I not realize it was so big? I was so overwhelmed that I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Luke covered himself back up and I diverted my eyes to the ceiling, not knowing what to say.
“Are you okay?” He asked with a trace of humor.
“Yeah,” I let out a dry laugh, afraid that if I looked at him, he would see my worry.
“Hey,” he cooed and I tore my eyes to him, pursing my lips. A small smile played at his lips before he kissed my forehead and his eyes fluttered shut. He let out a tired sigh, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “It’s getting late,” he noted. “Do you want to stay the night or do you want me to take you home?”
“I really need to go to class tomorrow and I don’t think I’ll go if I’m here,” I admitted and he laughed.
“Okay, let’s head out then.”

***

Luke left me with a kiss at the door of my dorm building and I climbed the stairs, feeling exhausted from all the events that took place today. It was nearly 11 when I got to my room and walking in, I was kind of disappointed to see Michael and Lea making out on her bed. I just wanted to sleep and I was unsure if I’d be able to with them here. I thought that maybe I should have stayed at Luke’s and considered calling him and begging him to turn around. Instead, I shut the door behind me and the couple pulled apart from each other.

“Busy day?” Lea asked with a small laugh.
“What?” I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper, hardly paying attention to them. When I turned to her, she pointed to her neck with a smirk and my face reddened. “Shut up.” Was all I would think to say. I’d completely forgotten about the hickeys.
“Relax. Ashton already told us about you two fucking,” Michael mentioned and my jaw dropped.
“We did not!” I defended, crossing my arms over my chest. Lea’s eyes scanned my body and I realized how suspicious I looked: Wearing his clothes, hickeys, my hair surely a mess.
“Then he must have quite a mouth on him to make you moan that way,” she teased and I glared at her before turning around.
“I’m going to bed,” I muttered, not bothering to brush my teeth or change out of Luke’s clothes. I kicked off my shoes and crawled under the covers, turning my back to them. It took a long time for me to fall asleep due to Lea’s giggling, but when I did I had dreams about all the dirty things Luke and I did today.

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Comments

I've just read this story in about 24 hours and all I can say is Oh My God! How have you written something (and someone) so perfect?

Lois22 Lois22
5/30/19

urgh I love this

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
5/29/19

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Arrogant Boys!!!

Can you tell me what the next One will be called please?

@Prinny1321
I promised I would finish it, and I'm finishing it!