“Who’s winning?” Luke walks over to your living area holding a bowl of potato chips.

You let out a sigh before scooting over on the couch so your boyfriend has more room next to you, “You, up by seven.”

He chuckles before obnoxiously pushing his face to your cheek to kiss it. You shove him away with a pout.

“No I don’t want to hear it, it’s not fair. My team is quite literally out of their quarterback they’re obviously gonna suck. This guy is ass, you know you’re gonna win regardless.” You cross your arms over your chest, flopping back against the soft sofa.

He shoves his hand into the bowl, “You know they’re ass regardless. Quit makin’ excuses, you know even with your quarterback they’d still suck.”

“Are you kidding me right now? You’re lucky if you make it to the playoffs! Your team wins two games and all the sudden you’re hot shit! I’m tired of you belittling me cause of my team!” You shout at him. Luke teases you often about your pathetic excuse of a team, and you can admit that they weren’t the best, but he takes it too far.

Your boyfriend just shrugs, nudging you over roughly so you fall on your side. When you get back up, you see him fixing a hat with his team’s logo on it, just to ruffle his hair and place it on top of his head.

You sigh, flipping Luke off, becoming incredibly frustrated with him.

-

An hour goes by, the fourth quarter becoming an incredibly hard watch for you. You sit there in embarrassment, ready for Luke to bash you for how terrible your team played this game.

“FUCK YEAH, THAT’S IT BABY,” Luke screams, standing up as his team finally wins the game. You put your head in your hands, just extremely happy that this is over.

While Luke grabs his phone to exclaim his victory to whoever relevant, you sigh, getting up and reaching for the bowl of chips to clean up and walk away from this mess of a moment.

“A-a-ah, where are you going, pretty?” Luke somehow notices you get up, even through all the chaos going on in his cocky head.

He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close to him steadily, but you try to wiggle out of his grasp. “Need a break from you, bein’ a real dick.” You push your head away as you feel his hold loosen.

Instead of some snarky remark you were expecting, Luke reaches for the remote beside you on the table. Without a word he shuts off the television and grabs the bowl from your hand. After all mess is cleared, you can’t even blink before you’re thrown back onto the couch that was once behind you.

You blink up at Luke, a displeased expression written all over your face. You can barely make up what to say before he’s speaking at you.

“Wipe that look off of your face. Don’t know who you are talkin’ to like that. Think you forgot who you belong to,” the hoarseness in his voice is prominent. But something about this situation that he had put you in made you want to disobey him to no extent.

You peer up at the blonde, before thinking of what to say. “I’m talking to you, sir.”

His head rolls back from above you, a groan rumbling from the back of his throat, “Are you serious right now?”

“What? You can talk to me like I’m nothing, but I say one thing and it pisses you off?” You narrow your eyes.

Luke chuckles, “Yes actually, that’s exactly what it is. Know your role little girl, all the sudden you like to misbehave? All the sudden you want to be punished?”

You shake your head, becoming even more frustrated than before, “If I stop, will you stop acting like a dick?”

A gasp can’t even leave your throat before Luke single-handedly flips your body over on the sofa so you’re on your stomach. Whenever Luke took the dominant reigns, which was usually every time you had sex, the sex was insanely good. And while you hated him at the moment, you couldn’t deny feeling yourself dripping.

“You whine about me being a dick, but it seems like that’s all you want huh? Look, you don’t even know you’re sticking your ass up for me.” There was no mercy in his voice, and you were waiting for something. Waiting for him to take care of you.

“Please,” You whine, dumbfounded.

That’s all Luke needed to hear. Pulling your short cotton shorts down your legs, a groan leaves his throat, shaking his head.

You lay there waiting for any kind of friction, before you hear him speak, “You’re fucking gushing.”

You moan loudly, his fingers immediately grazing your core over your panties. You push your hips back against his fingers as he rubs soft circles over your center.

Your whines turn into pleads, which turn into cries. After Luke’s decided you’ve been teased enough, he backs away completely. You gasp at the feeling of nothing. You feel scratched along your back, Luke motioning you to flip back over.

“G’nna fuck this attitude right out of you, yeah?” The blonde climbs on top of you, pushing your house tee up above your breasts. Suckling and fondling each of them, he pushes your shirt over your head completely, now in nothing but your panties. Those don’t last long on your body as well, Luke slowly edging the simple cotton off of your body, kissing down your legs.

Paying attention to every spot, his lips don’t hesitate to suck little marks into your legs.

“So,”

Kiss

“Fuckin’,”

Kiss

“Pretty.”

Kiss

Your hands are quick to find his fluff of hair, ruffling your hands through his locks before slowly pulling him back up to you.

“Mm, please fuck me,” You mumble, pushing his head down to yours to meet in a kiss.

Your tongues dance before he’s off you again, dragging his black sweatpants and boxers down his legs, granting your wish, “Of course.”

His tip nudges your center before pushing in, simultaneous gasps leaving both your lips at the contact.

“Shit,” he lets out, pushing his hips forward. You stretch around him to accommodate his size, your cunt never getting used to how big he is. Every time Luke is inside you, he’ll always be surprised with how tight you are.

You feel the sweat beads along your forehead, making this moment so much more sensual for the two of you, “Oh fuck.”

Luke peers up at you once he’s sunk into you to the hilt, a quiet hiss leaving his hips waiting for your approval to continue and move.

You nod up at him, assuring him he’s okay to start, but his thrusts begin at a rather rough pace. The trance he had you in for the last few moments have made you completely disregard why you were doing this in the first place. Luke was just as frustrated with you as you were with him, so why did you expect him to be slow now?

Your moans tumble out of your mouth like chants, desperately slapping your hands up at Luke’s bare chest because it’s so hard to take this kind of pleasure so unexpectedly.

“You fuckin’ wanted this. Take it,” His hair hangs low in front of his face, blonde loose curls now fallen straight because of the sweat that had formed from the heat of the moment.

Just as you thought Luke was making up for his ignorant behavior, he does the unexpected, reaching over to the side of the sofa he once sat on, grabbing the snapback with his teams logo on it, placing it on his mess of a head.

“You still hate me? Still hate me when I’m making you feel good with your rivals team, huh?”

You yelp out, the only rolling your eyes can do is roll to the back of your head. “Fuck!”

Even at the incredibly rough level both your bodies are moving, the hat stays in place sat on top of Luke’s head. Until, he brings his head down to kiss you again, picking the hat off of himself and placing it on you. “Mm, look so pretty.”

You bite your lip, your mouth agape, before your eyes fall shut again. Luke forwards his right hand to your clit, rubbing fast, continuous circles on the swollen bud.

“Fuck, Lu, close,” you manage to say, breathless.

His hips ran into you faster, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. The intensity of the moment made this scene so much better. Luke’s cock ramming inside your pussy was always your favorite thing.

“Me too sweetheart,” Luke promises, his fingers relentlessly rubbing against your cunt. A near scream leaves your lips, which combined with the clenching of your pussy, sends him over the edge as well. His hips stutter before he groans, spilling inside of you.

You both catch your breaths for a moment, Luke finally opening his eyes and sharing a soft smile. “Mm, hi.”

“Hi,” You chuckle. He pulls out, a whine leaving both of your lips, before he ducks down, tasting the juices seen spilling out of you. You moan softly as he pushes his fingers into you, bringing them up for you to taste.

You suck along his fingers, maybe a bit long than intended, before you let go with a pop.

He climbs up to you, peppering soft kisses along your lips, cheeks, and jawline.

“‘m sorry for being a dick,” He mumbles. You shuffle against him, making yourself a more comfortable position.

It only took him a second, just a look with those darkening blue eyes to have you on your knees, obediently waiting for his orders, always wanting to please him when this side of him came out to play. A little chuckle left his lips, something between sweet and satisfied before crouching down to you to tip your chin up, pressing a kiss on your parted lips. He breathed against your ear, telling you to go to the bedroom and wait for him.

“I–”

You’ve tried to be patient as you kneeled at the end of the bed, waiting for Luke to finally come after you. It felt like an eternity, but finally you heard his steps coming up the stairs, taking his time as he strolled down the hallway, leisurely kicking his boots off like they didn’t cost thousands of dollars. He stopped in the doorway, throwing his suit jacket over a table or a chair, you weren’t sure, just that he towered over you, calling your name to look up at him.

“Say it.”

He looked like a god, or something else out of this world, looking at you like you were a precious little thing that pleased him, something picked out from the masses, so special and beautiful, only fit for a man like him. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, pushing into your mouth and against your tongue, letting you suck it just for a second before he pulled his hand back. A low whine slipped out of you, doe-eyes searching him, pleading to let you get close to him again, to feel him against you, however it pleased him. Luke gave you a sympathetic little noise, almost something like a chuckle or a chiding, your name falling off his lips softly – it made you shiver from head to toe. Luke finally took pity on you and stepped closer, the bulge straining his pants right in front of you as he asked you to help him strip without being too touchy. After all, good girls do as they are told by their–

“Daddy.”

With trembling hands you reached for the button on his pants, tugging down the zipper that was pressing against his boxers, his cock so close and inviting, you just wanted to wrap your lips around the tip that already soaked the thin material right in front of you. You bit your lip to keep those thoughts at bay, always wanting to be so good for him, and instead you pulled on the legs, the pants sliding down on Luke’s hips, pooling around his ankles. He kicked them away, motioning you with just a nod of his head to stand up and help him out of his tank top. Your fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slowly, palms sliding against his warm skin for a second, just to feel him. He grabbed the top and pulled it over his head, throwing it away, standing in front of you in all of his glory. His head dipped down, lips whispering against yours, only a thin circle of blue around his dark pupils.

“Good girl.”

.

Luke’s back way resting against the foot of the bed, long legs stretched out, toes almost touching the mirror standing in front of you. You leaned against his chest, your own legs thrown over his thighs to keep them spread, your panties long forgotten along with Luke’s clothes. He was still wearing his boxers, his cock rubbing against your ass as your hips moved, trying to get him to move, to touch you, to take away the ache deep inside you.

“You’re so easy, Angel,” Luke softly nipped your earlobe, hot puffs of air tickling your skin, making you shiver at every little touch. “Ask nicely.”

“Please, Daddy.”

“There you go, Angel,” he traced his nose against your cheek, kissing it sweetly. “It wasn’t too hard, was it?”

You choked on a moan as his fingers curled against your sweet spot again, his thumb rubbing over your clit in small circles. Your pussy was soaked from the way he teased you, from the way he edged you, the wet noises filling the room and your ears as Luke’s fingers moved in and out of you. Your nails dug into his thighs, eyes closed tightly as you chased your pleasure, head thrown back onto his shoulder as your pleas spilled from your tongue.

“Look at yourself,” he pressed a kiss on your temple, teeth grazing the top of your ear. “Come on, open your eyes and look at yourself.”

For a moment you needed to bury your face against his neck, knowing the sight will make you feel embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Luke was right – you were so easy to play with. You loved him for bringing out this side of you. With a soft whine you finally opened your eyes, looking at your reflection in the mirror, your walls clenching around Luke’s fingers at what you saw.

Your eyes flickered between your boyfriend’s face as he watched you in the mirror and his hand moving between your thighs, fingers pulling out of you and spreading you open, your lips puffy and the most beautiful shade, drenched with your arousal. He pushed back in again, his rings cold against your sensitive skin where you were wrapped around his fingers, making something tighten in your core. He must have felt it too, suddenly teasing a third finger against your hole, making you grind against his palm.

“Daddy… Daddy please, please… I wanna… I wanna… Please Daddy…”

Luke growled at your begging, hips bucking forward at his name, rubbing his hard dick against your ass, the wet spot growing where the precum soaked his boxers. The fingers on his free hand curled into the top of your sleep shirt, tugging it lower on your chest, his grip so strong that soon you heard the thin material rip, your tits spilling out. It made you trash against him, so lost in your pleasure, not sure if you wanted to press forward against his hand or fall back and melt against his chest, giving up all control and letting him do as he pleased.

You suddenly felt empty, his fingers disappearing from inside you, and a whimper escaped you at the loss of his touch, your brain already trying to string together a sentence or at least a fragment of it to beg him for release. Not even a second later Luke’s hands curled under your thighs, gripping you and pulling your body back against his chest, and somewhere in the back of your mind you realized you must have slipped down, not being able to keep yourself up anymore. His palm was running all over your skin, one hand finally settling back between your thighs, fingers massaging your clit, while the other grabbed one of your tits, pinching your nipple. Teeth bit down on your neck, leaving a faint mark as he hungrily kissed and licked the soft skin, his fingers never stopping on your body.

The hand on your tit gave one last pinch to your nipple before sliding up on your sternum, fingers wrapping around your neck, and you choked on your next words as Luke softly gripped your throat, leaning closer to your ear, his whispers so close it was like he became the voice inside your head.

“Lu– Daddy, please, I’m–”

“What’s that, Angel? Hmm?” his voice was syrupy and warm like honey, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. “Is my baby not satisfied? Does she need more? Oh baby, is it not enough, what Daddy already gave you? So insatiable.”

His fingers tapped your clit before suddenly giving a quick little spank to your pussy, the pain and the pleasure travelling up your spine and making your thighs clench together, if it weren’t for Luke’s legs keeping you spread open. A second later his fingers slipped back inside you, steadily going in and out as his other hand travelled up to your face, grabbing your chin and squishing your cheeks, your lips falling open in a perfectly shaped O.

“Keep your eyes on me, Angel,” Luke’s lips dragged against your temple, leaving an open-mouth kiss on your hair. “And cum for me.”

It felt too much, the way his fingers were rubbing your sweet spot, palm grinding against your clit with every stroke, how he kept your head in place against his chest, eyes locked in an intense stare, those baby blue eyes now dark and full of lust, his words praising and taunting you at the same time until your vision blurred, back arching and toes lifting off the floor, hand grabbing at his wrist between your legs as you finally came, your whole body shaking from the powerful orgasm rushing through your veins.

“There you go, Angel. So beautiful,” Luke’s voice was soft around the edges, fingers slowing down as he worked your through your pleasure, helping you start to come down from your high. “Look at you, such a piece of art, baby.”

You sagged against his chest, feet finally lowering and resting against Luke’s legs as you tried to find the willpower to open your eyes, still shaking from the way his fingers were softly playing you. When you finally looked up you could see in the mirror how wrecked you looked, spread open in Luke’s lap, his fingers petting through your soaked folds, red nails glistening with your arousal, the shade against your pussy looking like an art piece, just like your boyfriend said it.

He left soft, sweet little kisses on your cheek and jaw, fingers running through your hair as he cradled you in his arms, his words praising you for being his good girl, such a perfect Angel, so absolutely beautiful for his Daddy. You whimpered softly when your felt his caresses on your thigh running too close to your pussy, his pinky finger brushing against a spot that instantly made you shiver. Luke chuckled above you, voice even lower than before as he breathed against your ear.

“Aww, sensitive?” he tutted lightly, lips pressing against your temple as he whispered. “Too bad, Angel. We’re just getting started.”

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“That all you’re drinking t’night?”

Your eyes shifted up from the tab of the can of coke you were mindlessly playing with to the gorgeous eyes of the man in front of you. He was tall and insanely hot, and inner-you wanted to burst out in cheers. Instead, you hummed lazily, “Wanna keep a clear head tonight.”

A flash of understanding passed through Mystery Man’s eyes, but his friendly smile didn’t drop. He extended his arm out towards you, “Calum.”

You returned the handshake, smiling, “Y/N.”

“Cute,” Calum breathed. “So, what brings you out tonight? You don’t really seem like you’re having that much fun.”

You hesitated. It wasn’t like you came to the party for the sole purpose of getting laid, but, let’s be honest, it was pretty high on your list of priorities that night. Along with avoiding a certain blondie that you really hoped wasn’t here.

“Wanted to have a good time, but I haven’t found anything that really interests me yet.” 

Calum’s brows raised at this, “Oh? Not even me? I can be pretty interesting, I’ll have you know.” 

You laughed, enjoying his banter, “Mhm, I don’t doubt it.”

The conversation continued like that for a few more minutes, and you were in the middle of a riveting discussion about nothing in particular when you were interrupted.

“She’s not interested, mate. You can go now,” Luke’s voice was cold and you had to fight the shiver that it sent down your spine. You groaned and rolled your eyes as you turned to face him, ready to argue, but the glare he sent you had you shutting your mouth. His fingers gently wrapped around your wrist and he started to drag you away, but you pulled back for a second and turned back to Calum.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll be back.”

“No, she won’t,” Luke injected again. You winced apologetically at Calum, who simply raised his eyebrows in concern.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. I really am sorry,” you rushed out before Luke got impatient and pulled you out of the room and to the front door.

“What the fuck, Luke?” you snapped when he finally released his grip on your wrist outside of his car.

“Get in,” he seethed, holding the passenger door open. You scoffed, but slipped inside the car anyways. 

“Calum was nice,” you huffed as he turned on the ignition.

 Luke simply rolled his eyes, “He just wanted to get laid.”

“Maybe that’s what I wanted, too,” you mumbled. You and Luke had been sleeping together for some time, but it was just that. There was no friendship, no love, nothing. Just sex. You hadn’t  minded at first, opting to just enjoy the fact that Luke got you off better than everyone had ever before. But over the months, the lonely mornings began to get to you, leaving you aching for his presence with warning bells going off in your head. You were getting too attached, too dependent.

Yes, you came to the party to get laid, but it was mostly to prove to yourself that you could get off without him. You didn’t want to need Luke.

Luke shifted his gaze back at you sharply as the words came out of your lips, “Watch it.” He glanced back to the road, but you didn’t miss the way his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “You wanted to get fucked so bad, why didn’t you just call me?”

You didn’t respond to that, instead asking, “Why do you even care? We aren’t dating, remember?” 

Luke was practically steaming at the ears at this point, “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you, princess?”

You sucked in a breath, holding back a shudder at the way the pet name rolled off his tongue. 

“Answer me when I talk to you, or your punishment is gonna get a lot worse.” You didn’t want to give in, but your resolve was slipping with every word Luke spoke.  

“Yes, daddy.” It slipped from your lips before you could even comprehend what you were saying and you kinda wanted to slap yourself. Your body had made the choice for you, you suppose.

“Good girl,” Luke hummed in approval as he pulled in front of his apartment building. “Now, go to my room and strip for me. Use the key under my doormat. I’ll be right behind you.” 

You nodded quickly, before slipping out of the car and up to the apartment. You stumbled into his room, already pulling your shirt off and throwing it somewhere forgotten before stripping out of the rest of your clothes and perching onto Luke’s bed.

Luke showed up a few minutes after you. His eyes trailed down your figure before locking with your own, “Look at you, so pretty for me.”

When he didn’t move towards you, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You approached him quickly, pressing one of your hands to his chest and running it up and down teasingly, “What do you want, daddy?” 

Luke groaned, placing his hand over yours and pushing it down until it was right over his hardening cock, “I want to put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use, princess.” You let out a breath you were holding in and dropped down to your knees in front of him.

Your fingers shook a bit as you quickly undid his belt, sliding it off the loops before following with his zipper and pulling his pants down to his ankles. You bit your lip as you pressed your hand against his clothed bulge, palming him gently. 

“Stop teasing, love.”

You looked up at Luke through your lashes, a sight you knew drove him mad, and nodded, before pulling down his boxers and pressing a kiss to his slightly pink tip. You wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and guided him past her lips, sucking softly before sinking down until his tip bumped against the back of your throat.

Luke groaned softly, his hand shooting out and gripping your hair tightly. You could tell he was holding back, aching to just let go and fuck your mouth, so you slowed your pace and pulled off him with a pop. 

“Take control, daddy,” you smiled at him softly while you continued pumping him with your small hand. “Please?”

Luke’s eyes screwed shut and his head fell back for a moment before he looked back at you. With his hand still wrapped around your hair, he nudged you forward until he was back in your mouth. Before you could do anything, he started fucking your throat, thrusting with a steady pace while he held your head in place by gripping your hair. The sounds of you gagging on his length made him moan loudly, quickening his pace.

“You love this, don’t you?” he rasped. “You love my cock down your throat, huh? My little slut’s just made for me, isn’t she?” You hummed in response, screwing your eyes shut as he continued his assault on your mouth.

He continued for a few more moments before pulling you off of him completely, “Get on the bed, princess. I’m gonna wreck your little pussy.” 

You scrambled off your knees and stumbled to the bed. Luke chuckled breathlessly at your state, pulling off his shirt before stalking over to you. He ran his hands down your sides slowly, and you leaned into his touch, whimpering softly.

He tutted, “Eager, aren’t you?” He smoothed his hands over the curve of your ass as you nodded in response. His palm came down sharply over your ass, before smoothing over it again. “Words.”

“Yes, daddy. I love it.”

“What do you want me to do to you, princess?” Luke trailed his fingers down to your dripping center, letting them ghost over your clit.

You shudder, “Please, fuck, please daddy, I need you.”

“Where, baby?” Luke grinned at how flustered you were getting. “Where do you want me?” He pressed his thumb down over your clit and your back arched as you let out a loud, drawn-out whine. “Do you want my fingers in here? Or my tongue maybe?” You threw your head back as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them. 

“Or maybe,” he groaned at how wet you were, “my baby is all worked up and just wants my cock. Is that it, princess?” You squealed when he thrust his fingers up again and nodded furiously.

“Please.”

Luke bit his lip at the desperation in your voice, and pulled his fingers from you, ignoring the whine you let out. Instead he gently pushed you down so your back was against the bed. He brushed your hair from your face, admiring the way it fanned around your head, making you look almost angelic.

He leaned down, capturing your lips, surprising you a bit. You and Luke had phenomenal sex, but you rarely ever kissed in bed. It felt personal, something you both usually weren’t with each other. But, you enjoyed the warmth of Luke’s lips nonetheless, melting into his body with every passing second. 

He pulled away after a moment, trailing his lips down your neck while he lined himself up with your center. You gasped when he pushed into you, arching into his chest. 

Luke didn’t waste a second. The pace he set was brutal, but it was exactly what you needed.

“Tell me, baby, can anyone else fuck you like this?” He slowed his hips, peering down at you. You whined at the loss of friction, trying to push yourself up to him, but he held down your hips.

“No, Luke. Only you.”

“C’mon, Y/N. I know you can be louder than that,” he punctuated his sentence by thrusting into you deeply, resuming his pace.

“Fuck! Don’t stop,” you gasped, feeling your climax approaching. “It’s only you, Luke!” 

“Louder.”

You screamed his name as you reached you high, writhing underneath him. Luke groaned, pumping into you a few more times before pulling out and finishing on your chest, moaning your name.

He slipped out of you and admired the sight of his cum gleaming on display all over your tits and chest, “So pretty.”

It wasn’t only a second before he was up off the bed, cleaning you up with a warm towel.

Once you had successfully slowed your heart rate and breathing, you stood up, reaching for your discarded clothes, ready to head out.

“Wait,” Luke’s voice interrupted you. He sounded deep in thought, and you looked up at him from where you were standing. “Do you, uh, maybe wanna stay tonight?”

Despite how out of character this was for him, you didn’t hesitate to nod, smiling softly, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

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a/n: hi hello, it’s been wayyyy too long since i’ve written anything and i hope it’s not too obvious that it’s my first time writing actual smut, but happy new years! i hope you guys liked this :) I may or may not do a part two, lemme know if y’all want one.

I’m tagging a few accounts who might like this because i’m still a super new account! (if you’d like to be removed, just message me!)