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warning: smut ;)

word count: 2000+

summary: 69ing with Luke

requested?: yes, hope you like it! lmao, i’m a suckish smut writer bc i hardly ever post but here y’all go!

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I groaned and sluggishly walked to the front door after a few minutes of hearing persistent knocking. I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone today so I thought I could get away with ignoring whoever was there, but they obviously wanted to see me bad enough to knock on my front door repeatedly.

“yes?” I asked rudely, not even opening the front door fully to get a good look at whoever was there.

“is that the greeting you give to your amazing boyfriend who brought Chipotle?” Luke asked with a cheeky smirk, holding up a Chipotle takeaway bag. I groaned at the smell that was escaping the paper bag.

“you…” I trailed off, cupping his face and kissing him gently, “you, my amazing boyfriend are amazing” I grinned, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind him.

a/n: the final part of wanderlust is here, it contains smut (as always) but yes this is the final part, and there will be no more. i hope you enjoy it!

word count: 2k

warning: smut

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Thinking back on it now, I know how crazy we both were. The relationship was toxic from the start, we both slept with each other’s friends before finally deciding on each other. It was irrational, and now I thought hard about it I only felt I were in love with him because of the thrill.

The thrill of the risk of being caught.

The thrill of our relationship being unaccepted and strange.

The thrill of it just being us two in the shitty hotel rooms as we travelled to a destination unknown.

“Dude. I’m going to get so hammered this weekend.”

“I have to read crime and punishment by Monday- I’ll just do it all Sunday night" 

“If you could get full ride to any college by killing a man, would you do it?” “In a second.”

[A guy showing a girl how to put notes into a calculator in order to cheat on the AP calc BC test]  “My morals have crashed like the Russian economy after the collapse of the USSR.”

“What class is this?” “AP FIGHT CLUB”

“What if we all just didn’t show up for graduation?”

 “It is my unalienable right to not be here right now. I’m entitled to the pursuit of happiness and this isn’t it.” 

“I’ll pay you $15 to do my physics homework.” “Shit, I’ll do it for free if you do my lit homework.”

[1st hour AP Human Geo: A girl pours a bottle of mountain dew and a can of monster into a thermos, shakes it up, and drinks it in one go.] “I have tests in every hour today and I got 15 minutes of sleep. Desperate times, ya know?”

“But if you’re valedictorian, and she’s salutoriain, and the six of us are top 2%, then who’s driving the bus?”

“so. did anyone do the calc homework?” *chorus of no’s* “you know, i don’t know why I even asked.”