butthole wisdom.

You attended the same high school as Luke and you both knew of each other, even though you ran in completely different circles. You’d always coined Luke as the “golden boy”, being well-liked and smart. He wasn’t super popular but anybody that knew him, liked him. You went a little under the radar in high school, just wanting to get out of that hellhole. When you decided to stick around and begin your art degree at the state university, you’d decided that you’d make the most of it.

in short, you became known as a "campus slut". it started your freshman year, when you slept with one of the boys in some frat (that you didn't care to know the name of, honestly). All you knew was that he was the president and his house threw amazing parties with plenty of alcohol and cute boys to choose from. They were far too easy; all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and they were leading you to their room. You stayed for the night and left before they woke the next morning, almost every weekend. It didn't take long for word to get around and, honestly, you didn't care. You were having fun. it wasn't as if you had some tragic backstory - you were a very loved child and your parents had a marriage you looked up to - and you definitely wanted to get married someday, just not anytime soon. There was time for having breakfast together and getting to know someone when you get out of college.

You didn't usually continuously sleep with the same guy but you seemed to have a soft spot for frat presidents and an even softer spot for the boy with curly blonde hair and dimples that blinded you. Ashton had made it very clear that, though the two of you had casual sex, it was just that: sex. It didn't matter that you cuddled afterward and it didn't matter that he let you stay the night and even brought you coffee the next morning. You both had an understanding: he only felt sexual feelings for you and the same for him. No real feelings.

Even with that knowledge - even with the fact that you truly had no romantic feelings for him - his confession still made your stomach flip. "Who is she?" you ask, tugging at the frayed ends of his t-shirt hanging loosely on his body.

You want to look away but the soft smile on his lips and fond twinkle in his beautiful eyes made your heart melt. "Her name's Hailey," he admits. "She's in my psych class and I don't know how it happened or if she's even into me but, uh-" he scratches the back of his head, a bashful look on his face. "I was laying awake last night after you fell asleep and I realized that my feelings for her aren't just attraction."

Smiling, you nod. "I'm happy for you, Ash," you tell him and your wish is sincere. You were just a little sad you wouldn't get to hang out with him anymore.

As usual, it’s almost as if he can read your thoughts. "Hey, this doesn't mean I never wanna see you again," he promises. "As weird as it sounds, you've sort of become one of my best friends. I don't wanna lose that."

You let out a relieved laugh. "Don't worry, I'll still kick your ass at Mario Kart anytime you want," you assure.

He laughs and it falls silent afterward. He finally leans over and kisses your forehead softly. "I hope you find happiness, Y/N," he says quietly. "You deserve someone, you're not what everybody says you are."

You laugh. "I know." Their words never got to you anyway. "Speaking of psych class, aren't you gonna be late?"

He shrugs. "It's fine, I don't want you walking back to your dorm by yourself," he says.

"It's broad daylight, Ashton."

“So?"

"C'mon, you gotta get to class and ask Hailey out!" you all but demand.

Ashton laughs, standing up. “Fine," he concedes, picking up his denim book bag. "Luke and Marcus should still be here, they don't have class ‘til later. Have one of them walk you, yeah?"

"Sure, sure," you wave off. "I’m gonna borrow some sweatpants probably."

"See you later," he bids. You hear him walk down the stairs before saying something to someone, then the door slams shut behind him. You sigh, falling back onto his bed. There was no denying that you'd miss this but you felt happy for him. Ashton was the sweetest guy you'd ever known and it always astounded you why he wasn't in a relationship. He never struck you as the hookups only type of guy but, hey, it's college, right?

You finally get up and pull on your shoes, not intending for Ash to ever get his sweatpants or shirt back. You grab your book bag and then venture downstairs and into the kitchen, where you find Luke clad in only his boxers as he sat on the bar stool, one hand shoveling cereal into his mouth with an unnecessarily large spoon and the other scrolling through his phone.

Luke Hemmings had definitely changed over the few short years he’d been attending university – looks wise, at least. He’d grown out his hair, his curls prominent, and he’d manage to grow facial hair. He’d ditched the snapbacks and lip ring he wore in school, too, opting for a look that seemed effortless but put together. You found him cute with his ripped band tees but the loose button up shirt and rings that adorned his fingers the first time you saw him at the beginning of the year seemed to work much, much better for him.

Luckily you’re able to pull yourself from your trance before Luke notices you staring, too busy attempting to fit more cereal into his mouth than he could. It results in milk and cereal falling down his chin, splattering on the counter. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, grabbing way too many paper towels to clean himself off.

“I don’t mean to interrupt your busy morning but Ash promised you’d walk me to my dorm?”

“Jesus fucking-“ he exclaims, nearly toppling off of his stool if it weren’t for the tight grip he had on the edge of the counter. The mildly annoyed look on his face dropped when he sees you, his blue eyes nearly popping out of his head. “Oh, shit. Sorry, yeah, I was just-“

“Eating your food like it’s the last meal you’ll ever have on this earth?” you guess.

His cheeks darken just barely, running his fingers through his hair. “I just really like Cocoa Puffs,” he responds, visibly cringing after the words left his mouth. He shakes his head, seemingly trying to shake himself off. “Give me five minutes, yeah?”

Luke reemerges in less than four minutes, wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a grey t-shirt with a black and blue flannel thrown over it, the sleeves messily rolled up to just below his elbows. “Did you want some?” you inquire, putting the top on one of the Styrofoam coffee cups they kept in the house.

He smiles, shaking his head. “I’m good, thank you,” he replies. “You ready to go?”

That was almost three months ago. He walked you to your dorm, politely declining your invite to come inside, asking for your number instead. The two of you began hanging out after that and it surprised you when that’s all you did at first. When you came over to the house or when you would both be in a secluded corner of the library to study or he came over to your dorm… he never made a move. It took you making the first move and even then, he stopped it before it led to anything serious.

It became similar to what you had with Ashton but completely different at the same time. It was more than just a physical thing but with Luke, it was more without the physical connection. That alone told you that there was something there but you didn’t bother trying to dissect it, figuring that it was because you and Luke fit together so well as people.

It’s Thursday night and neither of you had classes early the next morning, which meant that it was sleepover night. Normally you would stay at his house, kicking his roommate Calum out for the night because your dorm mate hated being kept up, but she was gone all weekend so you chose your dorm because it was swarming with horny, air-headed guys.

“This movie sucks,” Luke grumbles, his chin perched on the arm that was resting on your desk.

You chuckle, carefully applying the bright red nail polish to his fingernails. “That’s because it’s the newest Bring It On movie, it’s not supposed to be good,” you answer. “It’s still better than Sharknado.”

He scoffs, brushing off the pointed look you give him when he moves his hand, almost messing up your work. “I don’t think you’re actually giving it a chance,” he defends. “Like, yes, obviously it’s a shitty movie, but it’s good shitty. It knows how stupid and absurd it is and that’s what makes it so good. Like Scary Movie.”

You twist your nose in disgust at his comparison as you tighten the cap on the nail polish. “Do not even try to compare the two,” you warn. You watch him try to blow away the pieces of hair that had fallen onto his forehead, too short to stay inside the hair tie, before you reach over and push it out of the way for him. “Those movies were actually good. A shark tornado isn’t.”

Luke rolls his eyes, watching as you began to clean off your bed. Books are sprawled all over it, the studying that was started earlier interrupted by Luke’s proclamation of “bad movie time”. You can feel his eyes on you, the cut up t-shirt you stole from him and the yoga shorts you wore leaving little to the imagination. You only grin and continue moving, subtly emphasizing the way you bent over.

That’s what you didn’t understand. Luke’s eyes would constantly linger on you and he’d constantly be touching you, always holding your hand or giving you little kisses on your temple or neck. In private, he’d have his hands all over you and making out with you as if it’d be the last time. But any time you would attempt to take off his pants, he’d stop you. You knew he wanted you, you just couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t take you.

Luke groans, throwing himself onto your small bed, half of his body on top of yours. “Are they dry?” you ask, looking at the arm that was thrown over your body.

He chuckles, burying his face into your neck. “I made sure they were, darling, calm down,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. “I would never mess up your work.”

Grinning, you pull the hair tie out of his hair and put it around your wrist, ignoring his warnings that you ‘better not steal my hair tie again’. You begin running your fingers through his hair, twirling a curl around your finger. He hums in content, lazily pressing his lips to your neck in appreciation. Goosebumps spread over your body as his hand pushes up the bottom of your shirt, his fingertips dancing lightly along the bare skin on your side. He keeps it PG though, never going too high or too low.

“Why don’t you want me?” The words come out before you could stop them. You almost regret them, blood rushing to your cheeks, but it was something that had been eating at you ever since you began hanging out with Luke. It wasn’t like you needed sex – that would just be an added bonus with him – but the thought that he had no interest plagued your mind constantly. You were sure of your feelings for him and it terrified you that he didn’t feel that same way. You also didn’t want to be hoping for something that would never happen.

His fingers stop, lifting his head to look at you in confusion. “What?” he asks, laughing slightly.

You know his laugh wasn’t mean in a negative way but it still irks you. Rolling your eyes, you push your hair behind your ear and shake your head. “Nothing, forget it,” you mumble.

“Hey,” he says gently, sitting up to let a foot rest on the floor. His body is still turned toward you, his palm resting on your thigh innocently. “What are you talking about?”

Here goes nothing. “I-I’m practically throwing myself at you constantly, Luke. And you blow me off every single time,” you start. “Is it, um, is it because of what people say about me? I mean, not just what they say, but the-the fact it’s true?” Because I’ve slept with almost half of the guys in your house, are the words that you swallow.

He looks baffled at first, as if he wasn’t sure if you're being serious, and then any amusement drops from his face. “Y/N, no,” he tells you. “No, no that’s not it. How could you seriously think that I don’t want you?”

“We’ve been hanging out for months now and… I don’t know,” you attempt to explain but you can’t seem to find the right words. “I’ve never felt this way, okay? I’ve never had to be so stressed about what a boy thinks about me, much less whether or not he likes me back. And you’re so… so confusing.”

“Confusing?” he echoes, laughing in what sounded like relief.

Rolling your eyes, you push his hand off of you leg. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny!” you scold. “It’s been stressful, actually.”

“No, baby, I’m not laughing because of that,” he assures you. He gently grips your legs, pulling you down the bed until your head rests on the pillow and he’s hovering above you, his torso between your legs. He holds himself up on his elbow, his fingers mindlessly playing with your hair. He seems to be focusing more on your face, his eyes taking in every detail of your face. “Calum has been telling me that I’ve been so transparent. His exact words were actually, ‘you’re being an obvious, pathetic prick’.”

“Transparent?” you ask, your eyes wide.

“I like you too, you idiot.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at him in confusion. “Then why won’t you sleep with me?” How can he claim that he likes you too when he doesn’t even want to touch you?

His rests his free hand on your cheek, his eyes following his own movements as he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip. “You were always talking about how you just wanted to have fun throughout college, save all that serious stuff for when you’re older. And I’ve liked you since Ashton first started having you over and then when we started hanging out, it only intensified. But I’m not… I’m not really someone who can just sleep with whoever. Not that it’s a bad thing if you do, I just… it’s not me.” He laughs lightly, shaking his head. “I wanted to make sure that you knew you had feelings for me before we had that best sex of your life.”

“Best sex of my life? Yeah?”

Luke laughs, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. “Yeah,” he murmurs, before pressing his lips against yours. It starts off slow, all the feelings he’s left unspoken for the last few months pouring into the kiss. Your fingers find their way to his hair, trying to pull him even closer. He moves his hand down to your waist, his tongue finding yours as soon as your lips part. The little noise he makes in the back of his throat made your stomach flip.

Your hand moves to grasp his, moving it so that it was resting on your boob. He takes the hint immediately, his lips moving along your jaw while his thumb brushes against your already hardened nipple through the thin fabric. Letting out a small whine, your legs tighten against his hips. “You alright, sweetheart?” he muses quietly into your ear, his teeth tugging on your earlobe.

“Great,” you breathe out as his hand moved underneath the shirt, his fingers immediately twisting and tugging at your nipple. “Be better if we were naked though.”

He chuckles, pressing his lips to yours quickly before pulling away and tugging at the bottom of your shirt. “I’m already halfway there,” he says, his attire consisting of only a pair of joggers. “You’re the one that needs to catch up.”

Smirking, you lean up and yank your shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room. He matches your grin leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the column of your throat. “I don’t think you realize exactly how much self-control it’s taken me to keep turning you away,” he points out. “To have you right there, nearly begging for me to fuck you.”

You gasp as he just barely pokes his tongue out to wet your nipple, the cold air afterward only adding to the experience. He finally takes your other nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. A moan leaves your lips when you feel his tongue scrape against the sensitive skin only to smooth it over with his tongue. “Luke,” you breathe.

He doesn’t forget about your other nipple, still constantly tugging at it with is fingers. His lips make a popping noise as he releases your nipple, his lips crashing against yours. You feel him against you, his boner straining through the thin confinements of his sweatpants. He groans when you lift your hips to meet his, his lips falling away from yours as forehead rests against yours. “Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes. “I’ve already lost most of my self-control, you gotta be careful.”

You smirk, the whiny undertone of his voice indicating his honesty. “We’ve both been waiting for months,” you whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “How much longer are you gonna make us wait?”

He laughs lightly, returning the kiss before scooting down the bed, his fingers curling around the cloth of your shorts and underwear, pulling both down as quickly as possible. “Gonna make it so worth it, though,” he mutters, his arms curling around your spread out thighs as he leans down.

“Luke, oh God,” you whimper, the feeling of his breath on your clit almost enough to make you unravel.

He begins to leave sloppy kisses along the inside of both of your thighs, lingering at the last one, sure to leave a mark. “I haven’t even touched you,” he muses, noting how wet you are.

Before you can even shoot anything back at him, he leans forward to lick you from bottom to top, his tongue flat against you. Your fingers grip the pillowcase and your legs automatically go to shut but his hands stop you, gripping tightly. “So responsive,” he utters, his voice thick with arousal.

“I-I don’t need this,” you tell him. “I just want you inside me already.”

He ignores you, one hand leaving your thigh to lightly brush against your opening, slightly dipping in before spreading your wetness onto your clit. "You’re already shaking, sweetheart, you sure you can do this?” he teases, pressing his lips to your thigh softly.

“Fuck you,” you insult him although you’re wondering the same thing yourself. He’s barely touching you and you’re already about to lose it; how are you gonna survive him fucking you without passing out?

“Oh, I intend on doing just that.” With that, he pushes his finger into you, your head falling back onto the pillow. He pumps it a few times before adding another finger, leaning forward to latch his lips onto your clit as well. Your hands move to his hair without warning, threading through his curls and pulling gently. This only encourages him, the small groan he makes send vibrations through your core.

He curls his fingers up just slightly, the knot forming in your stomach almost too much to bear. “Luke, I don’t think-” A loud moan interrupts your words, your orgasm rippling through you before you could do anything to stop it. Luke doesn’t seem to mind, keeping his fingers at a steady pace and replacing his mouth with his thumb, circling your clit gently.

Luke had played the guitar for you in the past and you knew about his dream job but you never thought about how the skill would transfer to his skill in bed. You’ve never cum so easily, much less from someone else’s fingers. “Damn,” he admires, pulling you from your daze when he presses his lips to yours, the lingering taste of yourself causing you to throb. “You think you can do that again but around my cock this time?”

You nod, catching him off guard as you switch positions, sitting on top of him. Leaning down, you press your lips against his jaw, feeling his scruff against your skin. You grind your hips lightly against his as you do so, his blunt fingernails digging into the fleshy skin on your hips. You ignore it, continuing your line of kisses down his chest and stomach until you reach the waistband of his pants. Slowly pulling them down, you raise an eyebrow when you notice he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

The snarky comment slips your mind when you notice his cock, flushed a throbbing red color. “My eyes are up here, sweet pea,” he instructs and you can literally hear the smirk in his voice.

The need to knock him off his pedestal fills you as your fingers wrap around him, pumping him slowly. “I’ll make sure I don’t forget that, sweet pea,” you mock, your thumb brushing along his slit as you kneel between his legs. Your eyes don’t leave his darkened blue eyes as you lower your mouth, dragging your tongue along the underside of his dick. He takes a sharp breath, his jaw clenching.

Right before you took him in your mouth, you find yourself flipped with your back pressing against the mattress and his lips on yours again, moving as if it was the last time he’d be able to do it. “Hey, you interrupted me,“ you pout, pushing him away gently with a hand on his chest.

Luke presses a kiss against your temple. “I would’ve exploded if I saw you with your lips wrapped around my dick and I can’t having you think I’m too quick now, can I?” he asks rhetorically. His eyes widen slightly all of the sudden, a look of panic on his face. “Motherfucker.”

Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you look at him in worry. “What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Please tell me you have a condom.”

You furrow your eyebrows, fully sitting up. “You don’t keep a condom on you? Like... in your wallet or anything?” you ask him, utterly surprised. What college-aged person - especially college frat boy - didn’t keep a single condom on him at all times?

He looks the tiniest bit embarrassed as his cheeks darken slightly, shrugging nonchalantly. “No?” he replies, coming across more as a question than anything. “I told you; I haven’t had a need for one!”

“I mean, yeah, but not even one?”

“Are we gonna talk about how I don’t have a condom or are you going to answer my question?”

Giggling slightly, you point toward your desk. “In the second to last drawer,” you direct. He’s immediately there, rifling through the drawer desperately. 

Before you know it, he returns to his spot, slipping the condom on his length. You decide to not tease him for the slight shake to his fingers. He covers your body with his, the hand not holding himself up guiding himself inside of you. Just as the tip was about to sink in, he stops. “I lied earlier.”

You feel your heart drop, wracking your brain for everything that he could’ve lied about. All you can come with is his confession about feeling something for you. “What?” you choke out, trying (and failing) to not sound pathetic.

His tongue pokes out to lick his lips before continuing. “You remember how I said I’ve liked you since Ashton first brought you over?” Wordlessly, you nod. “I lied. I’ve liked you since Ms. Whitman’s algebra class in tenth grade. You just always seemed so... out of my league, I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything to you back then so I ne-” He gets cut off by your lips, pouring all your feelings - relief, happiness and something that felt stronger than just fondness - into the kiss.

“Just fuck me, Hemmings. Please.”

A smirk adorns his lips and he nods, pressing his forehead to yours as he pushes himself inside of you. A whimper leaves your lips, feeling that way that he stretches you, and you notice his jaw clench. “Fuck,” he curses quietly. “You feel so good, Y/N.”

You moan in response, your thighs clenching against his hips. He pulls back before pushing back inside, gaining a steady momentum. His hips begin to move faster and harder, your hands moving to grip his back. He let out a guttural moan, the feeling of your nails scratching down his back only pushing him further. “Luke,” you whimper, the feeling of him filling you perfectly causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

He snakes his hand between the two of you, his fingers rubbing your clit in harmony with his thrusts. “’M not gonna last much longer, baby,” he warns, a pleading tone to his voice. He wasn’t gonna cum until you did but, fuck, he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to last.

The angle of a certain thrust has your back arching and he doesn’t miss it, angling his hips to continuing doing so. You can feel the knot forming in the pit of your stomach, a whine falling from your lips as your fingers bury themselves in his hair. You don’t mean to yank on his hair as hard as you do, but it sends chills through your entire body when he lets out a groan in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum for you,” you whimper, the sentence broken as you fell apart.

He works you through it, halfway through his own thrusts growing sloppy. You pull his lips to yours, kissing him to the best of your ability as he cums, groaning against your mouth. He stills for a second, breathing heavily as he kisses your lips before pulling out of you, a boyish grin on his lips when you whine at the loss of sensation.

After cleaning the two of you up, he crawls into bed next to you, practically pulling you to cuddle with him. You melt into his side, your legs intertwining with his. “Worth the wait?” he asks, amusement filling his voice.

"wait, you've never been on top?" luke asked in a breathy voice, holding your hips in place as you hovered above him. it never crossed his mind to ask, the thought of you riding him causing his cock to pulse painfully.

you covered his tattooed hands as they gripped your hips, sliding up his inked arms. "no," you admitted quietly. "not that i haven't wanted to try it, but..."

"you want to? you don't have to if you don't want to," he assured you, his blue eyes staring into yours as he tugged on his lip ring.

you shook your head, leaning foreword to rest your hands on his stomach as you steadied yourself. "i want to, i just.. i'm not sure how good it'll be," you warned.

luke opened his mouth, ready to tell you that he can't imagine you not being good at something, when he felt the tip of his cock sink into your heat as you lowered yourself. he let out a choked groan as your muscles clenched around him, his hands sliding up to grip your waist tightly. "oh, fuck," he muttered, the feeling of your tightness around him and the thought of how many other firsts he could be for you... he could come right now. you were unsure of what to do, only wiggling your hips slightly. "baby," he ground out, gripping your hips. "i'm gonna need you to move, please," he begged, not wanting to push you but needing you to move.

he sounded so needy and you smiled at the sight of him, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed, his chest flushed...  you lifted yourself up before pushing back down on him, repeating your actions. "i think i'm gonna like it though," you observed, your stomach already clenching.

"yeah, i already love it," he told you, his hands sliding down to bite your ass as you started rocking your hips back and forth. he watched where your bodies connected, your movements unsure but as his eyes dragged up your body and to your face, he found a look of interest on your face as you concentrated on what you were doing. he felt your legs quiver against his hips as ground yourself against him. "that's it, baby. do whatever feels good for you."

luke knew he didn't have to worry about getting off - anything you do would work for him. he just wanted you to feel good and he had absolutely not problem letting you use his body for your own pleasure.

you alternated between grinding against him and moving up and down, looking for just the right rhythm. a small whimper left your lips when you found it, your eyes falling shut as your head fell back slightly. the shaking returned to your legs and he knew you were close. "lu, i'm gonna- i can't-" you choked out, leaning forward with your hands on each side of his head.

one hand stayed on your ass, helping you move while the other moved between your bodies, rubbing your clit to push you over. "go ahead baby, come for me," he cooed roughly, looking into your eyes as you rested your forehead against his.

you gasped, your eyes fluttering closed before a little moan left your lips, lowering your face to his neck as your orgasm rippled through your body. he bit back a groan when he felt your teeth dig into his skin, trying to muffle your noises. he let you ride out your orgasm until you were whimpering into his neck, too tired to keep moving. "you alright, sweetheart?" he murmured in your ear, pressing his lips to the side of your head.

you made a noise of satisfaction, kissing the colored skin on his neck before a small squeal leaving your lips as he flipped the two of you over, his body between your legs. "yeah, you're alright?" he asked. "think you can go again?"

your eyes widened in shock, surprised that he could go again, when your eyes felt to his cock; blushing red and hard. "you didn't cum?" you asked, a frown on your lips.

he shook his head, his fingers lifting your chin so you met his eyes. "wouldn't have been able to watch your first orgasm on top if i had," he pointed out.

"how?"

he laughed. "probably the hardest thing i've ever done, holding off," he promised. "but if you can go again..." he trailed, lowering his lips to your throat and kissing a trail down your chest and wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking gently.

a moan left your lips, your fingers gripping his hair. "okay," you told him.