#lashtonpetal

Imagine you and Luke are both teachers at the same school and are big rivals when it comes to whose class is more successful. It goes so far that you two do your best to be better than the other in everything and brag about how good your students are to the other teachers. When Luke one day enters your classroom to ask for a paper, he makes a comment about how boring your class must be when one of your students is "sleeping", which results in you claiming that at least your students aren't lazy. The banter goes on until one of your sudents chimes in. "Okay, the only way to release that tension between you two is to fuck." While you are appalled at what your student said, Luke says. "Wow, my kids would never use such a foul language." "That's because your kids are whimps, Hemmings." "Did you just insult my kids?" "Yes, I did. And now I'm throwing you out of my classroom." You continue the lesson with a red face after Luke leaves but definitely end up fucking Luke that night in the staff room when you two are the last left.

i’m just thinking about luke’s shoulders okay and imagine things getting really heated between you and luke and you fall back onto the bed as his lips attach to the skin of your collarbone and he’s hovering over you and starts peeling your clothes off tauntingly slow before he starts kissing down your body and when he gets to your hip bones, you’re literally whimpering in anticipation and he looks up at you and smirks before getting off the bed and you prop yourself up on your elbows and pout bc what the hell luke but he just gets down on his knees beside the bed and grabs your ankles, catcing you off guard as he swiftly tugs you towards him and hooks your knees over his shoulders (oh god those broad shoulders with the perfect slope, all decked out in freckles) and gives you the cheekiest fucking smile, humming to himself “that’s better” before he continues where he left off, kissing from your hip bones to your thighs and you’re literally throbbing with eagerness for his tongue and lips and that god forsaken lip ring to bring you to the brink of pleasure and back oh my lord this got out of hand

oh god imagine luke walking into a door or something and you hear the thud and a “fuck!” come from downstairs so you race down to see him pressing his hand to his forehead with the biggest pout you’ve ever seen on that boy and you can’t help but to giggle a bit and pout back at him because aww poor baby and you take his hand and bring him to the bathroom and sit him down on the toilet and he’s trying to explain to you what happened as you press a damp cloth to the small wound and he winces a bit and grabs onto your wrist and says “you know what would really make it feel better? a kiss” and he has the biggest fucking smirk and you just know it didn’t hurt that much but you kiss it anyway, a couple times for good measure, before finishing up the job by placing a teenage mutant ninja turtle band-aid (that luke had insisted on buying a couple months ago because “you never know, baby…people trip and fall all the time and you’ve got to be prepared. plus these are just really cool okay”) on it and finally teasing luke about his klutzy nature

falling asleep with luke would be so perfect. you’d crawl in next to him, both of you too drained from the day to exchange many words, but the comfort of him opening his arm to you is enough, settling in against his warm skin. he’d press his lips to your forehead, lingering for a few seconds as he rubs your arm soothingly, and your hand would wander slowly over his tummy and up his chest, eventually dancing over his collarbones before you’d play connect-the-dots with the freckles scattered across his shoulders. he’d hum lowly in response, enjoying the feeling of having you so close, so a part of him. sighing contently in return, you’d tilt your head up, planting a kiss to his scruffy jaw, before nestling your head perfectly in the crook of his neck and tangling your legs with his. no ‘good nights’ or ‘i love yous’ would be exchanged. not verbally, anyway. every part of your nightly ritual would say it all. every touch, every kiss, every breath would say i love you as you and luke drift off to sleep

ok but Luke would be such a whiny and needy boyfriend. like he’d come home after a long day at the studio and he’d just flop on your shared bed and a low “baaaaaaaabe im so tiiiiiiiired. heeeeeeeelp” would come out of him and you’d just be like “ok luke. i’ll be there in a sec” but he’s whining and “no baaaabe. come nooooowww” and you’d just be like fine ok so you’re in the room and he’s topless with his sweatpants hanging low and lying on his tummy and he’s drifting in and out of sleep bc your boyfriend hasn’t been sleeping alot lately and you just take it on yourself to sit on his butt and lay on his back with your arms wrapped around his waist/torso and a little “i love you lu” would come out of you and you’d press a little kiss on his left shoulder blade. and he’d just hum a little and he’d grumble a bit and “can you give me a massage pleeeaaaase” and of course you would give the massage. and then you’d just whisper “feelin better?” and he’d just nod and you get off his back and lay next to him and you’d just whisper back and forth like “how was your day” to “have we seen the newest spongebob movie babe?” and he’d kiss your forehead and “i love you, you know” would come out in a low voice from him and you’d just nod and “yea i know. i love you too babe” and before you know it, you look over to see him sleeping and his face would be nuzzled in your neck and you just kind of wrap your arms around him and :-(