Summary: Luke makes (Y/N) pick between him and her boyfriend.
(Smut / Unprotected Sex / Spanking / Oral; Female Receiving)
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(Request: kookieznplay) (Words: 2k) (Part 2: Ghost of You, Part 3: If Walls Could Talk, Part 4: Better Man)
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Dressed in a little black dress and a leather jacket per his request, I knock on his front door, looking around me to see if anyone is watching me. I wait for him to open the door, getting jittery and anxious about seeing him tonight. With my boyfriend back in town in a couple of hours, Luke's booty call was the worst thing that could happen, but he has such power over me that I got in my car and drove to his place without realizing it.
Luke opens the door, quickly pulling me into the house without a word. I chew on my bottom lip looking at his face as he tenses up, while he removes my jacket, dropping it to the ground.
"You are late." He growls leaning down to grab my chin and yanking my head up.
"I am sorry. I came as fast as..." I begin but he places his thumb on my lips, stopping me.
"You are sorry what, little slut?" He demands, hissing through greeted teeth.
"I am sorry I am late, Sir." I mumble. I watch his lips form a smirk, revealing how pleased he is with the phrase.
"Good." He growls, pulling me to the wall. My back hits the hard cold surface making me squeal in pain. Before I can recover from the blast, I am with my chest on the wall, dress hitched over my ass, and Luke humming pleased.
"Looks great. Let's see if you can take it today..." He whispers, pressing his body upon mine. I feel his hard-on press against my ass, making me grind on him. His hand lands on my buttcheek, making me yelp.
"Come on little whore, I know your ass can take a couple of slaps, can't it?" He asks, running his hand soothingly over the part he just slapped. I nod my head and stick my ass out for him, knowing that this will please him. His arm is propped up against the curve of my waist, pressing my chest on the wall.
"I see you get it easily." He comments, raising his hand and landing it on my ass again.
The first slap almost never hurts and he seems to know it, starting me with a mild force. Taking his time to rub on my ass, the arm that was on my waist now reaching to pull at my hair.
"Does your boyfriend know you like it rough? Can his vanilla ass give it right to you?" He growls, the slap delivered on my ass being fully forced. My skin feels like it's on fire, the stinging now being more intense, but still not pushing me to my edge.
"No." I moan, choking as the next slap is delivered right after the previous. I turn my head over my shoulder, trying to look at him, but the hand tangled in my hair forces my head back to place.
"He doesn't know how to please you, does he? He doesn't know where to touch you, does he?" He asks again; we've been through those questions in the past, but I guess he constantly needs assurance.
"I asked you a question and I am expecting an answer." He growls, spanking me one more time, his hand squeezing my ass after it lands on it.
"He doesn't, he doesn't." I scream, my body sliding down the wall.
"Who do you belong to?" He asks, snatching my head back. I have to catch my breath before answering, but Luke seems to ignore that.
"I said, who do you belong to?" He growls, slapping my ass again. Tears roll down my cheeks by now, with every slap I jolt up.
"You, I belong to you." I cry. I hear him chuckle, satisfied by my response. He releases my hair, stroking his hand over my bum softly to soothe the redness and stinging. Hooking his fingers in my panties, he pulls them down, kneeling down as he lowers them.
"Fuck, you are dripping. Your underwear is almost sticking to your pretty cunt." He comments, digging his nails in my flesh. I gasp, chills running down my spine. Once my underwear reaches my knees, his hand sticks between my lips, making his fingers coated with wetness. He presses his hand and moves it back and forth, giving me a little something to make my stomach knot.
"Don't let those roll down your legs." He orders before he dips his tongue between my folds. I scream in pleasure, trying to claw on the wall in front of me. He rolls my clit with his tongue, slurping on my wetness. I grind against his face, doing everything I can to get as much pleasure as possible.
"Fuck, this is so good." I choke. Luke hums before he traces my hole with his tongue. Thrusting it inside me, I feel like my body is on fire, goosebumps erupting all over my skin. His hands grope my ass, massaging it softly. My eyes are shut and my face is pressed against the wall, completely giving in.
I feel my throat drying up and my blood running thick inside me.
"I am so close..." I fight for breath.
Luke gets up before I could cum, ruining everything for me. I almost snap at him, but then I remember the last time I did that, I had a bruised ass for a week. Thankfully, my boyfriend was out of town touring and it didn't give us away.
"You will cum when I tell you to, you know the rules." He groans, spinning me around to face him. I part my lips and nod, enjoying this rough look on him.
"Good girl. You are such a good girl for daddy, aren't you?" He smirks, stroking my face in circles.
"I am, daddy." I reply, smiling at him. He leans down to kiss me, beginning softly. His tongue traces my bottom lip as he unzips my dress, fingertips grazing my naked skin. I let him slip his tongue in my mouth, granting him full dominance over my body; not that it was needed, he already does whatever he wants with my body.
The kiss turns passionate, he is kissing me almost like his life depends on this particular kiss. My hands find their way to his body, but he quickly grabs them and puts them together. He stares at me angrily; I can't read him right now, today is unlike any other day.
Not breaking eye contact, he presses my body more on the wall, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.
Thumb pressed against my throat, he makes me look at him.
"Are you going to be a good slut for me?" He asks me, unzipping his jeans. I nod, parted lips and walls still spasming from the ruined high. The tip of his cock grazes between my lips, the only thing keeping me steady on the wall being his body.
"Use words, princess." He orders. I feel his precum oozes from the tip, my wetness mixing with it as he rubs his cock along my hole.
"I am, daddy. I am going to be so good for you. Just, give me your cock, please." I plead, edging closer.
"Oh, I am princes... I just need to hear from your lips how bad you want my cock. Tell me babygirl, how bad do you want my thick cock to stretch your tight walls? How bad do you want my tip hitting your back wall? How bad do you want me to cum deep inside you, make you feel my cock throb?" He asks, teasing me as he kisses my exposed skin.
"Please, Luke, don't do that to me right now." I whine weakly. He slaps my cheek, lightly, making my eyes go wide.
"Do you think you are the one in charge here, pretty girl? Do you think that you can tell me what to do and what not? Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?" He asks; his pupils are fully blown, darker than ever.
"No... Just, please... Let me feel your cock. Please." I gasp.
Luke smirks and slams inside me, giving me no time to adjust. Fully in and then out, he takes his time before he thrusts in, biting his lip as he enjoys me melting into a puddle in front of him.
The moment he thrusts his hips on mine, driving his cock deep inside me, my hands go o the back of his neck, gripping tightly until my nails are leaving marks on his skin. I hear him groan in frustration, throwing his head back.
His thick veins pulse against my walls, making my stomach tumble. Fuck, he just started and I already am going mad.
"My little whore. Tell me what you are." He demands, slamming hard inside me.
"Your slut." I cry, rolling my hips on his.
"Louder, I need my neighbors to know." He groans.
"Your slut. Your fucking slut, your perfect little toy." I almost scream, my voice breaking at the end from the pleasure as Luke hits right on my g-spot.
"Fuck. Please do that again." I scream, my toes curling. Luke chuckles and slams his hips against mine, his skin slapping on my skin, and his body clenching as my walls begin tightening around him.
"You like that, babygirl?" He asks cockily.
"Yes daddy, so much. I am so close, please, let me cum..." I plead, feeling the knot in my stomach about to snap once more. Luke just smiles at me, leaning down to kiss me as he moves his hips sloppily.
I cum, biting his lip as my body jiggles and jolts. My nails dig in his skin as my head falls back. I scream his name between curses, feeling like my whole body is tearing down from the inside.
Luke follows suit, cumming inside me as he growls through gritted teeth. I look at his face, tensed and red from the orgasm.
We both pant for breath, smiling at each other.
"Hi." He says softly, kissing my lips softly as well.
"Hi." I giggle.
"I've missed you." He says, letting me back on my feet but still holding me as my legs are jelly.
"I know. I've missed you too." I state, stroking his cheek.
I get out of the shower, making sure I have cleaned Luke's scent of me. I walk into his bedroom where my dress is, humming a tune. Luke stares at me, smiling tiredly.
"You are gorgeous." He comments. I smile, letting my towel loose as I pick up the little black dress.
"It's the afterglow of a great fuck." I reply, making him chuckle.
"Can you stay the night?" He asks out of the blue.
"Luke, you know that he is going to be back tonight. He will want to see me." I reason. Luke groans jumping up.
"Screw him." He shouts.
"I am not sure you would want that." I state, slipping in my dress.
"I am serious, (Y/N). I am tired of this."
"You knew since day 1 about it, Luke." I groan.
"Yes, but I am fucking in love with you and I am tired of you leaving and going back to him. I am tired of sitting in a room that still has your scent in it while picturing him undressing you. I am tired of all of this, (Y/N)." He states, looking as serious as ever.
"Luke..." I begin but he stops me.
"No, (Y/N). Don't try to sugar coat it. You know how I feel about you, the choice is yours. But remember that if you leave now, I won't be here when you are back.
"What are you saying, Luke?"
"It's either him or me. Pick." He says, making the room fall into complete silence after that.