Summary: (Y/N) finds out something that makes deciding between her boyfriend and Luke, a lot easier. (Smut / Unprotected Sex)
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(Request: kookieznplay user08570166 Ana_Sure) (Words: 2.6k) (Part 1: Lie to Me, Part 3: If Walls Could Talk, Part 4: Better Man)
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(3rd person's POV)
Luke wakes up in his bed, rubbing his eyes softly to adapt to the morning light coming from the window. He hums tiredly, shifting on the bed and turning to his side. Once more, his eyes land to something he wished they never would; (Y/N)'s spot is still empty. It's not like she was staying frequently, only when her boyfriend was out of town.
He takes a deep breath and tries to clean his head; everyone lives with their own choices.
(Y/N) stares outside the window, her eyes almost shutting at the light. She feels tired, every ounce of energy drained from her body. But she much rather staying awake all night, than falling asleep next to a person she doesn't feel the slightest for.
Holding the mug closer to her face, she waits for the moment her boyfriend will be out of the house, so she can get some sleep.
But then again, every time she closes her eyes, the moment she left Luke's house plays in flashbacks in her head.
Luke opens his cupboard as the coffee maker brewed his blend. Oh, he needs to finally do the dishes, the only cups left in there are plastic ones and the one he had gotten for (Y/N) a couple of months into their "relationship" because she needed to drink her coffee in something pretty and not plain white mugs. He chuckles, but then his stomach clenches.
Over the past couple of days, he has contemplated throwing it away, but every time he stands in front of the bin with it in his hand, he somehow freezes.
Maybe in a couple of days, maybe then he will be strong enough.
(Y/N) lays on the bed of the guest room, staring at the ceiling. Her head hurts and her body is in pain, but her brain won't shut up. She just needs some sleep, get some energy to figure it all out. But this isn't working; Luke's face as she turned to leave the house is imprinted on her brain.
(Y/N's POV)
The situation around the house has been horrible lately. We've been sitting across each other every time we are in the same room and I am trying really hard to find excuses to avoid him.
But his behavior is different as well; before he left for tour, he wasn't like that. Now he seems distant and aloof.
"I've had enough. I know you know. I am sorry, I truly am. Say anything, but please, stop being like that, I can't take it anymore." He snaps, looking upset. I stare at him strangely, trying to understand what he is talking about.
"What?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowing together.
"I guess you want to hear it from my lips. I cheated on you while on tour. I know it was stupid of me not to use a condom, but it happened. I am sorry (Y/N)..." He exasperates. I look at him shocked, my jaw almost hitting the floor. His expression changes when he realizes I have no idea what he is talking about.
"Oh, shit..." He covers his mouth.
"You got a girl pregnant?" I ask and he nods. I stand up from my spot, walking towards the bathroom to get some time on my own.
"Babe." He shouts from behind me but I ignore him; great, I sacrificed Luke for nothing.
I only get out of the bathroom after half an hour. He is waiting right behind the bathroom door, looking relieved as I exit. He approaches me for a hug, but I raise my open palm and stop him.
"For all these years we've been together, you threatened me, that if I ever left you, you would kill yourself. For all these years, you manipulated me emotionally, but I stayed, worrying about you, caring about you. I've put up with your threats, your whining, every torture you put me through, and I stayed. And you... you cheated on me? Wow, that's some nerve."
"(Y/N), let me explain." He pleads.
"I don't want to hear it. You deserve everything coming your way. I am done." I say, moving to our shared bedroom.
"You are leaving me?" He asks surprised.
"Should have done that long ago." I state, the moment that Luke asked me to pick replaying in my head.
Everything would have been so much different if I had picked the right person that night.
(Luke's POV)
"Can I get you anything to drink?" I ask Angela as she takes a seat on the couch.
"If you have any tequila, we can take body shots off each other." She smiles and winks at me. I cringe, but fake a smile, not wanting to seem rude.
"Let's start with something else, no?" I say, picking up 2 glasses from the bar. Angela nods and bites her lip, sitting more comfortably.
"I'll have a gin and tonic, then." She says and I nod, picking up the bottle from the mini-fridge.
I pour myself a glass of whiskey and walk to the couch, handing her the drink. I sit next to her, relaxing on the couch.
I don't even like her to be honest, but it's been almost a month since (Y/N) left, I need to move on.
And I know that this is not the way, but I need to get my head straight, and this is one of the steps.
Before our drinks are finished, I have pulled Angela on my lap, and my lips are on hers. Her hands are on my hair as mine rest on her hips, keeping her close to my body. This feels right, my blood is pumping in my veins, and my skin is feeling tingly.
"This is so good." Angela moans, grinding her hips against my crotch. I place my hand on the back of her head, deepening the kiss. She giggles and opens her mouth, granting me access.
"Should we go to your bedroom?" She asks, smiling sweetly at me. I bite my lip and smirk at her, picking her up. She squeals, gripping onto me.
As I carry her towards the room, the doorbell rings, making me let her on her feet.
"1st door on your right, wait for me there, love." I say and she smiles at me, walking upstairs while she swings her hips seductively.
I jog to the door, cursing whoever is behind it.
(Y/N's POV)
I wait behind the door, my stomach tied in knots; for a week since I left my ex's house, I have been fighting my urge to run back to him, but tonight, my feet almost took me here without even realizing it.
I take a deep breath as I hear Luke unlock the door, preparing for anything that is to come. All I know is that I am going to fight for him, I a going to fight to get him back, whatever it takes.
He opens the door, looking shocked the moment his eyes land on me.
"Hi." I gulp, trying to study his reaction.
"(Y/N), what are you doing here?" He asks; there is a hint of worry in his voice, but he tries to keep his cool. I look at him like a deer in the lights of an upcoming bus.
"Aren't you going to let me in? I don't think I can tell you what I want to tell you, standing outside your door." I say, smiling softly.
"Um, this is a really bad moment. And really, I don't get why you are here, and what you would want to tell me. You made your choice a long ago." He says, making my heart stop. I gulp and try to fight the tears that form in the brim of my eyes.
"Luke, things have changed." I protest.
"(Y/N), I was clear that night. If you walk out, I won't be here. And you walked out, so I don't understand what you are doing here." He says; it feels like I've been stabbed in the stomach, maybe worse.
"Luke..." I begin but he cuts me off.
"I am not some kind of a toy. You can't walk out and come back whenever you want." He hisses. I nod and take a breath.
"You are right. But before you kick me out of your life, please, listen to the whole story first." I try to reason.
"Unbelievable. You are unbelievable (Y/N). No, I won't listen to your story, cause I don't need it." He says. I breathe out and nod, giving up.
(Luke's POV)
This is the hardest part I had to do, but my pride kept me on my toes as I let the words out. I look at (Y/N) as she is about to cry, and I would have given in if the memory of all the times I've cried myself to sleep after she left didn't pop up in my head.
She opens up her mouth to say something but the footsteps on the stairs stop her.
"Baby, I got a bit tired of waiting. When are you coming up?" Angela asks. I close my eyes and sigh; hell is about to break loose.
I turn to (Y/N), ready to find an excuse, but I see her bite her lip and shake her head.
"Wow... And I am the one who is unbelievable. You are pathetic, Lucas Robert Hemmings." She says, bitterness dripping from her voice.
"What the fuck did you expect me to do? You went running to your boyfriend. Did you want me to wait for you while he would be 5 inches deep inside you?" I scream.
"You are being cheap, Luke."
"I am being cheap, (Y/N)? Really?" I exclaim.
"Ok, I think I am going." Angela says, walking past us.
"Oh no, your little breathing fuckdoll just left. I am so sorry I ruined it for you. Let me walk down the street and find you another one. I am sure someone will be picking up clients." She screams at me. I am boiling, my cheeks heating up and my heart beating in my ears.
"I had to move on (Y/N). I couldn't do it to myself anymore. I couldn't see you happy with someone else."
"I wasn't happy with him Luke." (Y/N) screams, stopping my rant. I stare at her, waiting for her to continue.
"I wasn't happy. And I couldn't get out of it. I couldn't leave him." She says, bursting into tears. I keep myself from walking to her and hugging her by balling my hands in fists and pressing my nails on my palms.
"Why couldn't you?" I ask, staring at her angrily.
"He told me that he would hurt himself if I ever left him. I know you will think it is stupid, but I couldn't risk it." She mumbles under her breath, wiping away her tears.
"And what changed now? What changed (Y/N)?" I ask her.
"He cheated on me, got a girl pregnant. It was my way out. And I know that I've lost you, but I couldn't give up on you without trying. I am sorry I ruined your night. I truly am. And I hope you and... you and that girl can work it out, get the happiness you deserve." She stares at me and smiles, her eyes red and glistening with tears. She turns and walks to the door, but before she can open it, I grab her wrist.
I turn her around and press her on the wall, cupping her face, and stroking her tears away from her eyes.
"Where do you think you are going, little girl?" I ask her. (Y/N) looks at me, clearly a question in her eyes.
"Luke, don't." She mumbles, trying to turn her face away.
"Did you just told daddy what to do?" I ask her, making her chuckle.
"You know princess, you never truly ruined daddy's night." I begin, leaning down to pick her up. She giggles, wrapping her legs around my waist. I walk us to the dining room, placing her on the table.
"If anything, you made it better." I whisper in her ear as I move to unbutton her jeans. She bucks her hips up, helping me undress her faster. I grab her tank top and rip it off her body, making her gasp in surprise. I pull her closer as I lean down to kiss her, biting her bottom lip and making her open her mouth.
I slip my tongue between her lips, obtaining dominance as put my weight on my elbows to support my body. She wraps her arms around my torso, digging her nails into my skin.
"I wish I'd never met you." I whisper, slipping her panties to the side.
"What?" She asks, a little offended.
"I can't fucking forget you, princess. And it fucks me up, I can't move on." I state, unzipping my pants and lining up in front of her entrance.
I thrust inside her, watching her squirm as my cock stretches her out. She is almost dripping wet, making it easy to thrust inside her.
"Fuck..." She moans, gripping onto me. I grab ahold of her hips, keeping her steady as I rock my hips on hers. I don't go slowly; I need her and I need her now.
Her walls feel warm around me, tightly wrapping around my cock.
"I've missed you so much." She breathes out, taking one hand and bringing it to her throat.
"You little slut." I smile at her and wrap my fingers tightly around her throat; she smiles at the feeling, spreading her legs more for me.
I thrust in and out slowly, making her feel every inch of my throbbing cock.
"Harder, please." She breathes out, throwing her head back and arching her back.
"You like it, babygirl? You like my cock deep inside you? You like your walls stretching and my veins throbbing against them? You like being mine and only mine?" I ask her, nuzzling my nose on her neck. She gasps and grinds her hips, taking more of my cock inside her.
"I love it, daddy." She gasps. I only then realize that I've been choking her for a bit too long.
I release her throat and kiss her neck, slamming my hips on hers.
"I haven't had sex in too long. Please let me cum." She says; I feel my eyes widen, and I can tell that they are sparkling as the realization hits me.
"He didn't touch you?" I ask her.
"You were the last that did." She smiles. I can feel her walls pulse around me, signaling that she is very close.
I feel my stomach clench and release as I continue fucking her, giving her everything. My balls slap on her skin as my thumb travels to her clit, rubbing fast circles.
"Luke, I can't take it anymore." She screams, wrapping her legs around my waist and bringing me closer.
"Cum, pretty girl." I say, biting on her neck.
And she does; her walls clam around me, as she screams and her legs jiggle.
I watch her as she orgasms, her eyes tightly shut and her chest rising and falling.
Fuck, she looks like a work of art.
I thrust in her sloppily for a little more, before I cum inside her, my nails digging in her flesh and my body collapsing on hers.
We lay there, gasping for air and trying to come down from our highs.
"I love you, pretty girl, don't ever leave me again." I pant, kissing her skin. She strokes my hair, making me turn and look at her. She smiles down at me.
"Never again." She promises, making me relax.