Summary: Luke really likes the firefighter who treated him after a fire. And she does too. How do a firefighter and a rockstar mix, though? (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Doggy Style / Oral; Female Receiving) (T.W: Injuries / Hospital Setting)
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"Ok, but actually, whose idea was it to put an egg in the microwave?" I ask, putting the sleeve of the blood pressure monitor around the man's bicep.
He mumbles something under his breath, looking at his hands; I knit my eyebrows together, trying to figure out what he said.
"What was that?" I ask him and he sighs.
"I was out of utensils and I wanted to eat something quick. And what's quicker than an egg? Can you ask if the fire damaged the house a lot?" He asks me and I hum.
"Well, the kitchen was nearly burned down..." I reply and he groans, throwing his head back and bringing his hand to run it down his face.
"Calum's going to kill me..." He groans, making me chuckle.
"Your boyfriend?" I ask, getting in the fire truck to pick up an oxygen tank.
"What? No... My best friend... I was supposed to house sit for him. How can I tell him I burned down the house?" He asks me before I help him with the mask.
"Well, you didn't completely burn down the house. I have seen way worse... And you can either do it yourself, or I am pretty sure the insurance company will do it for you." I chuckle, turning the oxygen on.
"Deep breaths. You are going to be fine." I smile at him, starting to gather up all the stuff I've taken out of the medkit.
I take the mask off his face, turning the tank off and climbing in to put it back in place.
"You have oddly soft hands..." He comments like it is the strangest thing ever.
"I guess I do. Alright, pal, you are as good as new. Well, to the extent that you can, I guess." I state, patting his shoulder.
"Luke." He says and I tilt my head, looking at him in confusion.
"Look where?" I ask and he sighs desperately.
"No... My name is Luke." He extends his hand and I roll my eyes at how stupid I must have seemed to him.
"Oh... (Y/N)." I shake his hand and he chuckles at me.
"So... Um... I was wondering... Like, it is kinda stupid... But um... Fuck, sorry. Lemme start over." He stutters, fiddling with his fingers.
"I would like to take you out... Sorry, this sounds dumb... I mean, I would love to see you again. When my face is not covered in smoke and you don't have to make sure I won't die. Shit, that is even worse." He sighs frustrated; his eyes dart everywhere but on me, his face turning red as he babbles the words.
"I... This is the first time this has happened to me... I don't know what to say..." I am the one to stutter now, earning a chuckle from him.
"This is too awkward... It's painful to look at..." My colleague Vic states as she puts the equipment in the back of the truck.
"My shift is over at 9. There is a bar we go to after shifts, on the 9th and 36th. I am going to be there. Along with other firefighters. So, if you are one of those creeps, know that they will probably help me take you under." I state and he hums.
"I'll see you at 9:30, at the bar on the 9th and 36th." He smiles at me, jumping off his seat in the back of the truck.
"You got a hot date tonight, I heard." Vic teases me, wiggling her eyebrows as I fix my shirt and tilt my head at her.
"You were right in front of us when he asked me, stop mocking me." I reply and he coos at me.
"I am not mocking you." She protests and I huff.
"You don't think this is too impulsive, do you?" I ask, leaning against the lockers. She walks to me, fixing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I am proud you finally didn't overthink before doing something." She states, her eyes forming little lines as she smiles at me, cheeks getting pushed up from it.
"He didn't look like a creep, did he?" I ask again, biting my bottom lip.
"He looked like white Jesus, stop worrying over everything. You can always call me if you feel like you are in danger." She offers and I huff.
"You are going to be there, either way. I told him to meet me at the bar after the shift." I state and she hums.
"Smart." She pats my back and moves ahead to get ready.
I sit on the bar, taking a sip of my beer while I check the door for Luke to walk in. Vic, along with our colleagues Maya and Clint, is sitting on the other end of the bar, occasionally giving me a thumbs up for encouragement.
Luke walks in, spotting where I am sitting and rushing to me.
"Hi... I am so sorry I am late." Luke states, pulling a stool closer before he motions the barman over.
"Did anything happen?" I ask him and he shakes his head.
"It will sound stupid, but my dog was whining every time I tried to get out of the house." He scratches the back of his head, looking at me for my reaction.
"You have a dog?" I ask excitedly, making him smile at me.
"Yes. A bulldog-terrier girl. Her name is Petunia and she looks like the cutest piggy you've ever seen." He replies, making me coo.
"Do you have any pictures?" I ask him and he hums, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
He scrolls through his gallery, chuckling as he turns his phone to me.
On the screen, there is a picture of the dog, holding a stuffed fox as she lays on the couch.
"She is so cute, I can almost forgive for being late." I state and he brings his hand to his chest, sighing in an obviously sarcastic way.
"Do you have any?" He asks me.
"What, pets?" I ask him, bringing my beer to my lips.
"Yeah."
"No... My work hours are crazy, I couldn't take care of anyone else but myself." I reply and he nods.
"I get it..." He mumbles, shrugging his shoulders.
"You get it, huh? What do you do for a living?" I ask him, sitting up a little better.
"I am a musician. I am the lead in a band, we are quite known, actually." He replies, smiling charmingly at me.
"You are?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"We are called 5 Seconds of Summer. 5sos for short." He states, making my eyes go wide.
"You are the underwear song guy?" I ask in shock, making him sigh and close his eyes.
"I... Fuck... We have a lot better songs than that one." He states, taking a swig from his beer.
"I bet you do. But that song... That song slapped, dude. I still listen to it when I work out." I state and he hums.
"You should really listen to our songs after that one." He suggests, making me bite the inside of my cheek.
"Maybe I will. Any suggestions?" I ask and he chuckles, arching an eyebrow.
"Maybe I will give you some suggestions on our second date. Scratch that, on our first date, because this is not a real one. Your friends over there have been giving me the death glare since I stepped in." He points out, gesturing to Clint. I look at them, finding that Clint wishes glares could kill, which only makes me giggle.
"I am the baby of the station. They are looking out for me." I brush it off, clinging my bottle against his.
"Wine?" Luke asks me as we walk into his living room.
"Yes, please. Red." I reply, looking around me; his house is fancy, like decor magazine cover fancy.
"Can you wait here? There is someone I want you to meet." He says as he hands me the glass. I smile and nod, knowing damn well he is going to bring his dog out; a classic girl-magnet move.
He leaves the living room, letting me just wander around it as I wait for him to come back.
I wasn't expecting him to have such a tidy and clean house. I mean, we've been going out for 3 weeks now, and he always gave me more of a care-free vibe, to set it politely.
"This is Petunia." He announces, walking into the living room with his dog following behind him. I gasp, kneeling down to pet the dog.
"Hi, pretty girl." I coo, scratching behind her ears.
"You are so cute." I sing as she lays on her back and shows me her belly.
"Thank you. My friends say she looks like a gargoyle." He kneels next to me, stroking her as well.
"But she is so cute. Cute lil' tuna." I reply, squishing her droopy cheeks.
"So, I had to pull some strings and ask a few people, but, I got you something." Luke states, getting up and bringing a baby blue box near me. I look at him suspiciously, making him prompt me to open the lid.
Inside I find a bunch of vinyl, all from his band.
"I remember you said you have a vinyl player but not a lot of vinyl, so I thought since you told me you liked the 'Underwear song', I thought you should first get introduced to our records on vinyl. You said you like the sound and feel of vinyl, so... There, I guess." He seems a little awkward, scratching the back of his neck as he looks on the floor.
I coo softly, running my fingers down the cover of the vinyl on top.
"This is really the sweetest thing. Thank you." I lean in to press a kiss on his cheek, but as he raises his head to look at me, my lips land on his.
It feels so weird, electricity hitting me straight away. And that was for just a moment.
We pull away from each other almost instantly, and I really look anywhere but him. Fuck, I screwed this up.
"I am sorry. I didn't know you were... Fuck, sorry." He mumbles; I know he has seen how red I look right now.
"It's ok... I... It was... nice." I struggle to let out the words, biting my lip as I turn to look at him.
"Yeah, it was very nice... Pity, it ended so soon." He states, a little more confident now. I feel flustered, but excited, wanting nothing more than his lips on mine; he really, really has soft lips.
"Well, we can always do it again..." I say self-assured, waiting for his reaction.
"I guess you're right." He replies, smirking at me.
"To be clear with you, I meant now. We can do it again now." I state and he chuckles.
"Yeah, I got that." He assures me, scooting closer to me.
His hand goes to my jaw, keeping my head steady as he leans in for a kiss. His lips are extremely soft, warm, and they go so slow against mine.
I move closer to him, not breaking the kiss, and straddle his lap, bringing my hands to his shoulders to support myself.
Hesitantly, his tongue makes his way past his lips and to mine, almost asking me for permission.
I part my lips, letting his tongue slip in my mouth; it is actually very fun, having to test the waters with someone from scratch.
And then he moans into my mouth, he fucking moans into my mouth as if this isn't supposed to turn me on. His hands make their way down my neck, the grazing of his fingers making my skin erupt in goosebumps.
I feel like a teenager, fooling around with my crush in a totally innocent way, but definitely having the horniest thoughts.
"You are a fucking good kisser." He moans, pulling away from me to catch his breath. He stares at my lips, twisting a strand of my hair between his fingers.
"You are not bad yourself either." I giggle, stroking my thumb over his cheek.
"Lu, I... I don't wanna... I mean... I..." I stutter and he hums, pressing his lips on mine for a short moment.
"We don't have to if you don't wanna. This is nice enough." He replies, making me feel warm inside.
"Thank you." I utter, and he chuckles.
"For what?" He asks, stroking my hair softly.
"For respecting my boundaries. It is refreshing." I state, making him smile.
"So, I was thinking of ordering some pizza and putting on some of the vinyl. I would love to be here when you discover more of my music." He suggests, resting his hands on my hips.
I giggle, looking at him in the eye.
"Would I destroy your plans if I said I have already listened to your albums on Spotify?" I ask him and he gasps.
"You have? Crap, I would have loved to be there... Did you like them?" He asks me, staring at me excitedly.
"I loved Youngblood. It was... fuck, it was beautiful. So lyrical. It had pain, hope, everything in between. I loved the rest as well, but Youngblood just stuck with me." I reply, bringing my hand to his hair.
"If you liked Youngblood that much, you should wait until our next one drops. It is our best work to date." He states; he sounds so excited, so eager for it, it makes me feel woozy.
"I can't wait." I lean in, bringing my lips to his.
I wake up in the morning by Petunia licking my face. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep, I last recall leaning my head on Luke's shoulder as the B side of Youngblood on vinyl started playing.
And now I am laying on the couch, with a blanket covering my body and Petunia hovering above me. I giggle, sitting up and petting her before I get off the couch and fold the blanket. Petunia jumps off, walking slowly out of the room. I decide to follow her, hoping she will guide me to Luke, who is nowhere to be seen in the palpable house.
Petunia stops in front of Luke, who is standing by the stove, cracking eggs inside the pan.
"Glad to see you are not putting them in the microwave..." I state, making him scoff and roll his eyes.
"Sooo glad I send Petunia to wake you up." He mocks me, passing me a mug of coffee.
"Why didn't you wake me up when you realized I fell asleep?" I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder as I watch the pan sizzle.
"I remember you told me you don't like driving at night. And come on, I am not an asshole, of course, I would let you crush since you fell asleep on me." He protests, turning to look at me with knitted eyebrows.
"So, you are not asshole enough to wake me up, but you are asshole enough to put me on the couch instead of a warm, nice, soft bed..." I point out and he hums.
"You wake up in a stranger bed, the night after you told the guy you've been seeing for less than a month, that you don't want to take your make-out session any further than just that... How would you feel?" He asks me, putting the eggs on a plate.
"Thoughtful. Thank you." I reply as he passes me the plate. I find it very sweet, actually wholesome that he went through the trail of thought, just to make sure I wouldn't get worried or upset.
"Plus, I slept on the other couch. And my couches are comfortable as fuck." He replies, turning around to press a kiss on my lips.
"I need a drink. Definitely, at least one drink." Maya says as we get off the fire truck. I am still in shock, my heart pumping in my chest, even though it has been hours since we managed to contain the fire.
"(Y/N), you joining?" She asks me. I stay speechless, thinking about the intensity of my night.
"(Y/N)? Are you ok?" Maya asks, snapping her fingers in front of me.
"I need a shower. And I need... Screw this, I need dick." I reply, leaving my helmet on the side.
I rush to the locker room, going to my locker and picking up my towel, ignoring everyone else. I just hope he is home, that he is not having any interviews, any studio sessions, any fucking shit famous people have to do.
I knock on his door, bouncing on my feet as I wait. I am jittery, a bit nervous about seeing him now, but most certainly sure about how much I need him right now.
He opens the door, smiling at me with his cheeks popping and his skin glowing with a beautiful flush.
"Hi. I wasn't expecting you." He cheers, moving from the door for me.
"Are you alone here?" I ask, fidgeting with my fingers as I look at him.
"Yeah. Are you ok?" He asks me, looking at me a little worriedly.
"You don't have anywhere to be, do you?" I ask, nearly pleading for him to say he is available.
"No, I am free. (Y/N), are you ok? You seem, upset, to say the least." He asks me, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"I will be. I need you." I state, looking at him in the eye.
"You need me for what?" He asks in confusion. I huff and roll my eyes, frustrated about his innocence at this point.
"Luke, I need you. Really need you." I repeat.
"Oh." He manages to let out, staring at me as he licks his lips.
"It's fine if you don't actually..." I begin but he pulls me in by my wrists and crashes his lips on mine. His fingers hook in the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me as close to his body as possible.
"Bed?" He asks me and I shake my head no.
"Here." I reply, sliding off my top and dropping it on the floor. He stares at me in shock, licking his lips hungrily at the sight.
"Bed. Now." He growls, making my breath hitch in the back of my throat. I love the roughness he is letting through, my core pulsing for him.
I nod my head, following him mesmerized and a little too excited for what's to come.
"I'll go bring condoms. Make yourself cozy on the bed." He says, sternly, unbuttoning my jeans before he turns to walk away.
I walk into the bedroom, getting rid of my clothes. Thank God he didn't have to see me in the stupid floral panties I had as a spare in my locker.
It's weird, standing in the bedroom, naked and alone while he is looking for condoms. I don't know where to stand, how to stand, how to basically wait for him... It is all weird and rushed and I...
"Fuck me." I hear Luke from behind me. I turn around, finding him in his boxers, leaning against the door frame.
"Yeah, that's the plan." I state, chuckling at him.
"Smartass." He comments, walking to me. He pushes me on the bed softly, making me bounce against the mattress. I whimper in surprise, watching him hover over me.
"Are you gonna fuck me, or..." I begin but he leans down, kissing me to shut me up. His hand travels down my body, grazing the curve above my hips softly before he reaches for low on my stomach.
"I'm gonna touch you. Ok?" He asks me, tapping on my skin softly. I hum in agreement, letting him lower his hand to my sex.
He brushes over my outer lips, making chills run along my spine.
"Let's see how wet you are." He whispers, parting my lips and letting his finger slip on my clit. He runs his finger down, circling my entrance and picking up some wetness.
"You really need me, huh?" He asks, making me nod vigorously.
"What was that, pretty girl? Use words." He insists, pressing his fingers on my clit before he rubs on it slowly. I breathe out funny, causing him to smile.
"I need you, Luke. I fucking need you so much. Please." I cry out, biting on my bottom lip.
"You sound so good." He shakes his head, lowering his boxers and freeing his cock. I pulse around nothing; it looks so much better than I expected.
He slips the condom on quickly, stroking his length as he kneels between my legs.
"Ready?" He asks me, gripping on my thigh as he angles my leg up and lines up to my entrance. I moan, watching him spread my legs more before he thrusts in me.
"Fuck... Fuck, oh..." I moan, feeling him as he stretches my walls to accommodate his girth.
"You are so fucking tight around me." He groans while I pulse.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" I ask, causing him to smile at me.
"Feels fucking awesome." He pulls out for a second before he slides back in. I reach down, digging my nails into his wrist as he pounds on me.
"Harder." I beg, making his eyes glisten. His hand grips on my thigh, pushing it back until it nearly touches my chest, just to get access to me.
He goes in harder, groaning as I tighten around him, his chest heaving as he looks at me with pleasure twisting his pretty face.
"Luke..." I moan, turning my head so one side of my face is pressed against the sheets.
"Yes, baby?" He asks, leaning closer to me to kiss my neck. I sigh; his lips feel like heaven on my skin.
"Eat me out." I plead, arching my lower back as he thrusts in, even harder than before.
I feel my stomach numbing and my brain going fuzzy at the edges.
"What?" He asks through hushed breathing.
"Eat me out..." I push his head down, sliding back to relax more on the bed.
"Yes ma'am." He sighs, slipping out of me.
I try to take deep breaths while he settles in between my thighs. His lips travel along the inner part of my thigh, where it is soft and sensitive. I lick my lips, watching his messy head of golden curls get lost between my legs.
He reaches my bikini line, bringing his tongue out to toy with it a little. I wiggle on my spot, becoming a little too ticklish.
"I bet you taste so fucking good." He whispers, bringing my legs to his shoulders and scooting me closer. He parts my lips with his fingers, running his thumb over the wet part before he buries his face in.
His tongue goes straight to my clit, circling it slowly and making me feel every stroke he is making. He sucks softly on it, keeping eye contact with me. Instinctively, my hand tangles in his locks, pulling at them as he lowers his tongue to my entrance. His nose is pressed against my clit, while he fucks me with his tongue; and I swear, he does it so well.
"You are so good at this. Too good at this..." I tremble, making him chuckle against my core.
"I was right. You taste so fucking good, baby." He resurfaces for a moment to draw in a breath, stroking his thumb over my clit.
"God..." I cry out as he goes back to eating me out, focusing on my clit now and using his fingers to pump on the right spot inside me.
"Oh fuck... Luke..." I moan, feeling my stomach tighten. I gulp the knot in my throat, my toes curling as this gets too good right now.
"Stop, stop..." I tap out, making him nearly jump up.
"What, did I do something wrong?" He asks, looking at me worriedly.
"No, you did everything right. Everything. I just need you inside me... I am close and I want to cum around your cock. Please?" I gasp, making him nod, with his lips loose and his eyes scanning me.
"You are going to keep me on my toes, aren't you?" He asks, wrapping my legs around his waist before he enters me again.
He gives me all he's got, thrusting inside me at a fast pace.
He goes deep, holding onto me by my thigh as I writhe underneath him.
"Luke..." I moan while he pants for air. He reaches between our bodies, bringing his thumb on my throbbing clit and stroking it fast while he thrusts in me.
"I know, princess. You are pulsing... It feels good around me..." He replies. I blink rapidly, arching off the mattress as I feel my orgasm get closer.
"I wanna cum... I wanna cum so badly." I whimper.
"Cum around me, baby." He encourages me, stroking my clit fast.
I buck my hips up against his, keeping him inside me as I cum, walls convulsing and brain going into a spiral. I don't even mind how stupid my o-face looks, I just take my high, letting out slurred curses.
"Fuck, princess..." He groans, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
He barely thrusts, sinking in the feeling with me.
He collapses next to me while I bring the covers to wrap them around my body.
He smiles as he looks at the ceiling, while I still try to catch my breath.
"Why today?" He asks, resting his weight on his elbow and looking at me.
"What do you mean?" I ask him, turning on my side and facing him.
"We've been out on so many dates, you've slept over my place 3 times, I've stayed at yours for a whole weekend. There were many opportunities for us to have sex, why today?" He asks me, scooting closer to me.
"I... There was this call at work. It was a huge fire downtown, lots of flammable material, we've barely made it through with no casualties. And I... well, some colleagues were injured, not too serious, but heavy enough to be rushed to the hospital. I decided I didn't want to wait any longer. I like you, Luke. I really do. And I didn't want to hold back anymore. I decided to live the day, I don't know what will happen next time I get called to a fire or an accident, or... Whatever, you know. I like you too much to get hurt before having you, before getting to experiencing you in all your glory. So, I got off my uniform, jumped in the shower, put on whatever clean clothes I had, for god's sake I came over to have sex in floral underwear. And then I drove over, hoping that you would be here, so I could finally have you... And you were, and this was... magical, better than expected." I state and he gives me a side smirk.
"Were you hurt? Were you in danger?" He asks me, bringing his hand to stroke my hair.
"No, no, I am fine. I was just... Shocked." I reply and he hums.
"Well, I am always here to help you feel better after calls. Any way I can." He licks his lips, looking at me softly.
"Well, you are way better than drinking it away." I state, stroking his cheeks with my thumb.
"Am I now?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"So much better than booze." I emphasize the words, making him hum happily.
"I am famished... Wanna grab a bite somewhere?" He asks me, making me shake my head.
"I'd much rather order in and have you on this bed for the rest of the day." I suggest and he sighs happily.
"Sounds much better than what I suggested." He replies, tilting my chin up to bring his lips to mine.
"What's that smell?" I ask Luke as I walk into my kitchen.
"Good morning to you too... Well, there wasn't much in your fridge, so I used your eggs and milk to make pancakes. You need to load up before you go to work." He replies, handing me a mug of coffee.
"You are literally the best boyfriend ever." I state, standing on my toes to kiss his lips.
"I know." He says cockily, moving his eyebrows.
"But, you picked the most chill day to fill me up. I won't need the extra energy today." I state, sipping on my coffee.
"Why?" He asks, flipping the pancake in the pan.
"We have an open day today. Basically, a bunch of kids and their mothers will drop by, we will hand candy and badge stickers and let the children take pictures wearing helmets and climbing on the trucks." I reply and he makes this happy sound that makes my stomach jump.
"Holy fuck, this is the coolest thing ever. Lucky kids." He cheers, making me chuckle at him.
"You are welcome to drop by if you want." I propose, making him gasp in excitement. "Really? I've always wanted to climb on a truck." He pushes a pancake on my plate.
"Sure. I'll just tell my captain that you're my boyfriend and you're harmless, no problem." I shrug my shoulders, smiling at how cute he actually is.
"Great. I'll drop by and pick you up. We should really go grocery shopping for you." He states, walking to me and pressing his body against mine. I bring my hands around his neck, stroking the hair that cascades it.
"I'll wear my pretty floral sundress, the one you like so much. We will make a date out of it." I smile, causing him to lick his lips and smile.
"And then we come back and I cook for you." He whispers, placing his hands on my hips and pressing his lips on my forehead.
"Do I really want you to? Need I remind you we only met because you burned down Calum's kitchen?" I ask and he scoffs.
"First of all, it was part of the kitchen. And second, I have become so much better, you should really stop teasing me about it." He pouts and I coo at him.
"I am not teasing you, I am just reminding you how we met."
"I am kinda thankful I put that egg in the microwave..." He murmurs, pushing some strands of my hair away from my face.
"Quick question about today's plans. Is sex anywhere on the schedule?" I ask and he hums.
"With you, wearing that floral dress? Definitely lots of it." He replies, pressing his fingers under my chin and tilting my head back enough for him to reach my lips.
"(Y/L/N), your boyfriend is here." Clint announces, making me smile from ear to ear.
"Hey, you, little girl. I leave you in charge of the candy. Everyone gets one. You are the captain now." I say to the little frizzy-haired girl who stands in the back of the queue. She walks up to me and I hand her my helmet along with the crater of candies before I walk away.
Luke is by the entrance, smiling at me as I walk towards him.
"You look hot in uniform..." He whispers in my ear as I hug him.
"I know." I reply, kissing his cheek.
"Come on in. I have a fake helmet, which will probably only fit Tuna, and candy and a shiny sticker budge for you." I say, taking his hand in mine.
I guide him in, picking one of the helmets and handing it to him.
"You really don't need to do that..." He mumbles and I hum sarcastically.
"I am giving you the full experience." I reply, squeezing his hand.
"You think this is funny?" He asks in surprise and I shrug.
"Well, life is so miserable, we have to find ways to make every day a little funnier." I state, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Oh, Maya over there is going to give you your firetruck tour." I stop right in front of her, pushing Luke towards her.
"There he is, the special little guy." She mocks, making me glare at her.
"Go with her, I told her to be kind to you." I lean in and press a kiss on his cheek.
I watch him from afar as Maya gives him a tour, enjoying him being excited as he climbs on.
"He is cute." Clint stands by me, making me smirk.
"He is."
"Pretty nice guy." He comments and I nod.
"I think he is the best."
"You think?"
"I know he is the best."
"Good. Hope he knows I'll break his ribs if he breaks your heart." He says sternly.
"Alright, Hulk. Let's calm down. He won't break my heart, not this guy." I smile, staring at Luke and the way his smile makes his whole face light up.
"I talked to your captain today. Neat guy, very cool dude." Luke comments as I serve the spaghetti on our plates.
"Not so cool if you are working with him, but go on." I reply, making him chuckle.
"Anyway, he actually told me what a hard worker you are and how you haven't taken personal days off since you started your service." He states and I shrug.
"I didn't really have any reason to." I pass him his plate and he hums.
"Well, it's time you do."
"Why?" I ask him, eyebrows furrowed together.
"Because I want you to join me on tour. We have a few dates in Europe, just 2 weeks and 3 days, and I really want you with me." He brings his lips to my forehead, resting his hands on the small of my back.
"You know I can't afford that." I mumble and he sighs, running his thumb over the dip on my back.
"I can! It will be our anniversary gift. And I know that you worry about your paycheck, but you really shouldn't. I wanna help you cover your expenses, I wanna help you with whatever you need." He rumbles, making me smile at him and what a sweetheart he is.
"Europe sounds kinda fun." I mumble, rolling my eyes playfully.
"It is. I promise. I will inform the management to take care of the details. I am so excited..." He squeals, pulling me to his chest for a hug.
"You are squeezing me..." I giggle, feeling him nearly crash my ribcage.
"I am sorry. I am so happy you are coming." He can't keep his dorky smile off his face, making me reach up to kiss him.
Luke's hand inches down my back, his lips pressing a kiss on my forehead while I trace a pattern on his chest.
"This is the calmest I have been in the past month." I whisper, pressing my ear against his heart.
"Glad to help with that." He says a little cockily.
"I... I have been thinking about it for a while... I have been holding it in, which is really stupid, but..." I begin rambling, losing my words as I try to tell him how I feel.
"I love you too." He smiles at me, tilting my chin up so he can look at my face.
"Let me say it." I whine and he raises his hands in defeat.
"I am not good at expressing feelings, I have always had a hard time not suppressing them, but I want to be honest with you and mostly myself. I love you. I feel safe with you, happy. It is weird because no one else has made me feel like that before, but you do and I just can't keep it in anymore. You make me happy, every single day. I love you." I say, looking at him as he smiles softly.
"I love you too." He whispers, leaning closer to bring his lips to my lips.
He moves to straddle me, cupping my face in his hand as the other supports his weight on his elbow.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready to leave for that interview?" I moan while his lips move to my chin and then my jaw.
"In a bit..." He murmurs, his tongue peeking from between his lips and tracing a figure on my sweetspot.
"Don't start things you can't finish..." I whine, throwing my head back further into the pillow the moment his hand goes from my face to my hip and then my lower stomach, toying with the hem of my underwear.
"Oh, I can and I will finish." He chuckles, slipping a finger under the waistband of my underwear.
His lips travel to my collarbone, sucking softly on the dip of them. I blink rapidly, still not used to the feeling of his lips on my skin.
"I want you..." I utter, causing his hand to slip into my panties and cup my sex.
He rubs his fingers on my clit, making me tense up at the stimulation.
"Need to get your pretty little pussy wet for me first." He whispers, bringing his hand under my t-shirt. He brushes over my nipple, feeling the perked-up little bud before he brings his head under my t-shirt too. His mouth attaches to my breast right then, lips sucking hungrily as he lowers his fingers to my entrance.
He pushes 2 fingers in, making my entrance stretch around his digits. He pumps them up, grazing over my spot with every move of his fingers.
"You are so wet already. Were you thinking of me taking you?" He asks me, flicking his tongue over the tip of my nipple.
"Please, Luke. We don't have much time. I don't want you leaving without finishing this..." I whine, squeezing my thighs together, causing the pressure on my spot to rise.
"You are right." He brings his head out, making his hair fall messily on his face. He takes his hand out of my underwear, bringing his fingers to his lips.
"Taste like heaven." He mumbles while he flips me on my stomach, raising my ass in the air.
"Look at fucking that..." He grips onto it hard; I swear, I will be covered in marks while this trip lasts.
He lowers my panties, bringing the lacy underwear to my thighs and freeing my core to him. His thumb presses between my folds, stroking over and over again until he lines up the head of his cock to my entrance and thrusts forward.
I gasp as he does, mouth going agape and hands gripping onto the pillow below me. He doesn't wait around for me to adjust before he thrusts into me with force.
"Fuck... Fuck Luke..." I cry out, pulsing around him.
"Shut up, princess. We don't want you being heard by everyone, do we?" He slaps my ass, pounding inside me.
My stomach is tight, every thrust feeling like a punch in the gut. I grip onto the pillow harder,
bouncing back to meet his thrusts.
"You wanna fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl? You wanna take my cock deep inside you?" He hisses, bringing his hand to the front of my body, grazing his fingertips over my clit.
"Fuck, Luke... Fuck, I might cum now..." I whimper, turning my head to look at him.
"Your little pussy is pulsing around me already. It feels so fucking good around my cock... But you will have to wait. Can you wait for me, babygirl?" He asks, rubbing his fingers on my clit fast, while his cock jams inside me, hitting on my cervix.
I whimper, shaking my head at him as I tug my bottom lip between my teeth.
"Oh, I think you can, little brat." He chuckles, slowing down before he gives me a single powerful thrust, sending me a little forward.
"I really can't. I wanna cum... Please." I beg, wiggling my hips and taking all of him inside me.
"Cum and I'll make you regret it." He says sternly, slapping my clit as I squeeze around him, arching my back. Everything feels tingly, my toes curling as I moan louder with every thrust.
"Please, Luke... I am a mess. Please..." I bet everything that my face is the reddest it has ever been.
"Not... yet..." He hisses, becoming sloppy with his pounding.
I fight with everything within me to hold back, trying not to focus too much on the sound his skin makes as it slaps against mine, or how good he feels, throbbing inside me.
"Cum for me, pretty girl." He growls, grabbing my hips and forcing me to stay glued to him.
I feel his cock pulse inside me, gasping as I hit my orgasm. My eyes go wide, my stomach tightens and I feel like collapsing on the mattress, but Luke keeps me steady, until he finally cums, pulling out of me and shooting over my ass.
"Fuck, you look so good like that..." He praises, grabbing the tissue box from the nightstand.
I finally fall chest first on the mattress, gasping to catch my breath.
"Am I supposed to let you leave me right now? Am I supposed to let you go to that interview now?" I ask and he chuckles.
"I will be back very soon. By the time you're back from the spa and get ready for dinner, I will be here." He replies, pressing a kiss on the top of my ear.
"Spa? Dinner?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows together.
"Yes. I made a reservation for us tonight. Be pretty for me. Even prettier than you are now if it is possible..." He plants a kiss on the back of my neck.
"Are you going to be pretty for me?" I ask and he hums.
"The prettiest I can be." He whispers, making me smile.
"What time should I be ready?" I ask and he takes a breath before replying.
"Around 8:30. The reservation is at 9." He replies, nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck.
"First day back from paradise, huh?" Maya asks, cocking an eyebrow playfully at me.
"Yeah... I wish I was still there. I legit cried on the plane back home." I sigh, shutting my locker. She coos at me, patting my shoulder softly.
"Was it that good?" She asks and I nod.
"I didn't know life could be so stress-free. Well, for me, because he was on edge all the time. Shows, interviews, meet and greets. He had so much to do." I state, bringing the memory of him on tour in my brain.
"Did he spend any time with you at all?" She asks and I nod, biting my bottom lip.
"Every second he was free, he was with me. He was literally like a male protagonist from a romantic movie. He wined me, dined me, absolutely romanced me every chance he got. I thought I savored him enough to last me until the next time I would see him, but I was so wrong. I have been missing him since the second I went through the airport security." I pout and she chuckles at me sarcastically.
"Poor baby (Y/N)..." She fake-coos at me, making me roll my eyes at her.
"Don't tease. I mean, he has been on tour before since we have been together, but I miss him so badly right now, I would drop everything to go visit him again." I explain and she laughs, only to be stopped by the siren calling us to an emergency.
"You'll tell me more afterward. And don't forget my gift." She points at me before running off while I slip my boots on.
I wait until the clock turns 12 so I can call Luke, who has probably just woken up in Germany. I press the facetime icon on my phone, bringing Petunia to my chest as I lay on the couch.
"Hey, baby." I cheer, waving at him. He smirks and rubs his eyes, looking at the screen sleepily.
"There are my girls... I've missed you both." He pouts, running his fingers through his messy locks.
"We've missed you both as well. How's Germany?" I ask, stroking Petunia's head.
"I haven't seen the city yet. We made it to Berlin late last night so we came straight to the hotel. I've been sleeping since. How was your first day back?" He asks me, smiling at me.
"It was... eventful. We got called in for a house fire first thing in the morning. It was fine, everyone made it out of the house but the building is kinda fucked up. But I brought the first box of my stuff to your house."
"You mean our house." He chuckles and I nod.
"Yeah, I mean our house. It is still kinda hard to believe you asked me to move in." I admit and he moans happily.
"You didn't see that coming? I was building the ground for so long. I've told you a million times that I love seeing your face first thing in the morning." He comments and I shrug.
"There is a huge gap between saying you love seeing my face in the morning and actually asking me to move in with you, especially while you are on tour." I point out and he hums.
"Did you eat anything today?" He asks, changing the topic.
"Yeah, I went for drinks with Maya and grabbed a bite. Aren't you supposed to head to breakfast?" I ask and he nods.
"In a bit. I wanna see your pretty face some more." He whines, making me smile at him. He looks so adorable sleepy, that if I was there, I would be cuddling him all day long. I just smile, taking in his face.
"I miss you, pretty boy." I run my finger over my screen, pouting at him.
"I miss you too, angel. I will be back before you know it, I promise." He assures me, eyes sparkling brightly.
I open my eyes, nearly going blind at the bright white lights above me. I look around, trying to blink until my vision becomes unblurred. There is a bunch of nurses around me, or at least I think they are nurses... A lot of people wearing medical clothes are surrounding me, making me panic. What happened to me?
"Hey, hey. She is awake." One of the people on the medical team announces, making everyone turn to me.
"(Y/N), stay calm..." One of the doctors tries to stop me from thrashing around.
"(Y/N)... You were in a fire, you inhaled a lot of smoke, you lost consciousness due to monoxide poisoning. You need to keep the mask on." The doctor tries to explain. My head hurts, a headache forming to the front of my head and spreading to my temples.
"(Y/N), you need to stay down. Follow my finger." One of the doctors steps in, moving her finger in front of my face, to a virtual line across my periphery.
"Good. Now, squeeze my fingers." She instructs, placing her fingers in my palms. I squeeze her fingers and she nods, smiling at me.
"Good, no signs of neurological deficiencies." She comments.
I feel like I am hyperventilating, my eyes refusing to focus on anything.
My doctors decided to keep me in for observation, just to exclude the possibility of organ failure. The team cramped up in the room just an hour ago, but now I am left alone, moving my leg in jitters.
My phone rings, making me pick it up from the little table next to my bed.
I see Luke's contact pop up on my screen, bringing a smile to my face; he is the only person I really wanted to talk to right now.
"Hey, bub." I smile as I accept the call and the video call goes live. Luke looks at me terrified, upset. I can tell he has been crying, his eyes are red and puffy and he looks tired. So, he knows...
"Are you ok?" He asks me, gulping thickly.
"I am fine. They are keeping me in for observation." I reply and he nods. He covers his face, sobbing and making my heart aching for him.
"Baby, I am ok. I am fine, it is over. Hey, please don't cry." I try to console him, but he only sobs harder.
"I... I can't do... I can't do this again... I thought I would die when they called me... I felt the earth crumble beneath my feet. I can't go through that again. I can't worry whether you'll make it home safe. I can't live in fear that something bad will happen to you..." I feel my heart stop, my stomach becoming tight and the urge to throw up taking over me. I bite the inside of my cheek and fight the tears that brim in my eyes, bracing myself for what I am about to say.
"Say it. Say it, Luke. No need to be a coward now, say it." I nearly taunt him.
"Please don't make it hard..." He pleads. I nod my head and swallow my pride, looking at him in the eye.
"Ok, then. I'd hate to make this hard on you. It's over, Luke. I'll send Maya to pick up my stuff from your house and I will call Crystal to take care of Petunia." I say in my calmest voice, even though I feel like breaking down.
"You don't have to... I mean, I won't be home for weeks and you can take your time." He suggests and I chuckle.
"No need to worry about me anymore. Isn't that the reason you are breaking up with me?" I ask, but hang up before he could actually say anything more.
"Are you sure I can stay? Your boyfriend?" I ask Maya as she places pillows and covers on her couch.
"He is fine... You can stay for as long as you need." She assures me, taking a seat on the armchair by the side of the couch.
"I don't want to be a burden. I promise to find a new place within a week..." I state and she chuckles.
"Yeah, yeah. No need to rush, stay as long as you want." She states, curling up on the armchair and bringing her beer to her lips.
"You know, I thought he was the one... I thought we would last." I utter, leaning my head against the back of the couch.
"I thought you would too, kid." She smiles sympathetically.
We rush out of the firetruck, heading towards the burning house.
"You stay in the med truck." Captain orders and I nod. I haven't been cleared for duty yet, even though there have passed several weeks since the incident.
I honestly don't trust myself either. Not only because the monoxide poisoning was traumatic, but the breakup has taken a huge toll on me. I have been living alone for a couple of weeks now, but I can't bring myself to actually live in the empty apartment.
I sit on the edge of the truck, swinging my legs as I wait. Med duty is the most boring in the beginning but full-on action after a while. All the burns and trauma, trying to keep the person safe until you reach the hospital, times like this make me love my job, make me grateful for my certification.
"Hey, girl... Wanna switch?" Maya rushes to me, plastering a psycho smile on her face.
"No. Why?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows together.
"Nothing, I thought you might want to take a walk... I can cover for you." She points to the street, making me chuckle sarcastically.
"I am good, thanks." I stand up as someone from the team calls for incoming.
"My offer is open if you change your mind. Alright, bring him in." She calls moving from the entrance of the back of the truck.
Clint carries Luke in, making me freeze for a moment. He is still conscious, but he had to be carried in by someone.
"Do you think she'll kill him?" He asks Maya as he leaves the gurney.
"If she doesn't, I might." She threatens, eyeing Luke, who looks just as nervous as I do.
"Guys, mind taking this elsewhere? I am not going to kill anyone." I state, giving them my death glare.
"Let's put this on." I fix the oxygen mask on his face, but he lowers it before I could turn on the oxygen tank.
"You need that. And I need you to put it on so I can take a look at the burn at your leg." I sigh, picking the mask again. He pushes my hand away softly, stopping me.
"Luke, please." I tremble, looking at him with tear-glazed eyes.
"One moment. Just give me a moment." He gasps before coughing.
"No moment. You need that if you don't want your lungs to explode." I point out, fixing the elastic on the back of his head. He surrenders, letting me put the mask on his face.
"Deep breaths." I suggest, moving to take a look at his leg.
"Second degree... Let me clean this and dress it before we take you to a hospital." I say, turning around to grab the kit. I hear him take breaths, somewhat rhythmic, which is a good sign. At least he won't die in my hands.
"I can accompany him to the hospital if you'd like... You can go rest." Clint offers and I shake my head.
"I am fine. Really."
"Isn't this kinda like how you met?"
"Kinda. But it doesn't matter. Work before anything. I got this. I'll meet you back at the station." I smile and he nods.
"If you need anything..."
"It is just a drop-off." I reply and he hums.
"It's not and you know it. But you know yourself better." He waves me off, letting me climb back into the truck.
I sit on my seat and buckle up, watching over at Luke. He tries to remove the mask, but I shake my head at him.
"Don't." I breathe out, turning my head away.
"(Y/N), my office." My captain calls, making me sigh as I drop my cleaning rug in the tool kit. I walk towards the office, closing the door behind me.
"The man you transferred to the hospital earlier refuses treatment if he doesn't talk to you first." He announces, making my eyes go wide.
"Is he insane?" I ask, taking a sit on the chair in front of the desk.
"You tell me. They have been trying to convince him but he says he will only do it if you go there. The doctors said that if he keeps refusing they will have to release him."
"Can he do that?" I ask.
"What, refuse treatment? Of course, he can." He states, shrugging his shoulders.
"No, ask for me, practically blackmail me..." I explain.
"Well, apparently... Why do you want to do, (Y/L/N)?" He asks me and I take a deep breath.
"I can't let him receive no treatment for a second-degree burn. He is going to get infected." I reply, bouncing my leg and biting my lip.
"Well, you can. But do you want to?" He asks me, making me throw my head back, look at the ceiling, and huff.
"I will be back as soon as I can." I promise before I jump up.
I walk into the emergency room, already feeling that everything I felt the night he broke up with me is rushing back to me.
"Hi, a patient asked for me. Male, in his twenty's, has a burn on the left leg, refuses treatment..." I explain and the nurse nods.
"Bed 5. Please be fast, the ER is getting overwhelmed." He begs, pointing toward the beds. I smile politely before I turn to walk to Luke's bed.
He is sitting there, cross-armed and furrowing until the moment he sees me.
"Are you stupid?" I ask, looking at him sternly.
"I broke up with you, do you really have to ask me that?" He asks and I roll my eyes at him.
"Why aren't you letting them treat you?" I ask, trying to calm myself down.
"You didn't let me talk to you in the truck. And I really want to talk to you, because I haven't slept in weeks." He says, huffing at me.
"I'll listen to you, while you take the treatment you need." I say, surrendering if that means dumb-head is not going to get an infection.
"I'll take that." He says, letting the doctor finally approach him.
"I messed up. Big time..." He admits, hissing as the doctor washes the wound.
"You need to be more specific. My captain is this close to putting me in suspension." I state, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"I broke up with you because I was scared of losing you. Because I was afraid of you getting hurt on duty. And then you got hurt and I nearly died at the thought of something worse happening to you. I thought breaking up with you would be the best choice, that I would finally get rid of the tightness in my chest, but I was so wrong. I was worried because I love you, and breaking up with you didn't stop that. I am still worried about you getting hurt, I am still waking up with a tightness to my chest, I am still wondering if you will be alright. Fuck, I don't know what more to say. I love you, I need you back, I can't go on without you. It is driving me insane." He explains through hisses as the doctor takes care of him.
"What makes you think that you will feel calmer if we get back together? I am still going to have the same job, you are still going to have anxiety because that's what it is, you are having anxiety attacks. I can't get back with you and then have you break up with me. I can't go through that again. You left me when I was hurt, you broke up with me over a video call. Do you know how bad that hurt? Do you know what big of a toll it took over me?" I ask, trying to whisper so the whole hospital won't learn our business.
"I am a piece of shit and I deserve you leaving me and never talking to me. But I love you, I love you... And I promise to do whatever it takes. You deserve better, and I want to become better for you. I'll... I will do anything. I will sign up for therapy, I will learn to live with this... I promise to do better, I will never hurt you again. Please." He begs.
"Please tell me you didn't set the house on fire just so you could see me again..." I sigh, making Luke shake his head.
"No. I left the stove on after cooking and fell asleep on the couch." He replies, making the doctor chuckle.
"You truly are a mess without me..." I point out and he nods.
"I can't even tell you how big of a mess I am ever since the breakup." He looks at me with pleading eyes. I shake my head and roll my eyes, walking a little closer to him.
"Oh, Luke... What am I even going to do with you?" I ask, cupping his face in my palms.
"Apply antibiotics cream on his wound and dress it up 2 times a day until the follow-up because I really don't think he is capable of doing it himself?" The doctor asks me and I nod, leaning in to kiss Luke softly.
"I will make sure of it, doc." I say after we part, making Luke hum.