Predicament: Luke AU
Warning: sexual content/ foul language
I had gotten myself in a sort of predicament months ago. At first it wasn’t a big deal, more like some type of high school crush until it wasn’t anymore.
I had seen her for the first time at Ashton’s family barbeque. I was sixteen, and Ashton had been my best friend since we both went to the same school together. She was only fourteen, so I never dwelled on the fact that I found her so attractive- but I could never deny that she was. I heard about her a lot from Ashton, she was his cousin that was more like his sister and he was so protective over her.
I had seen her again once in a while when I was invited to family gatherings or sometimes she’d stop by when I was over. Two years later she moved into Ashton’s house for reasons that were very vaguely explained to me but what I could make of it was that she just didn’t want to live with her parents anymore.
Fast forward another two years and I’m twenty and she’s eighteen. I wasn’t very close with my parents, they suffocated me and hated the fact that I could never be tied down to one woman, but I had never met anyone that sparked my interest romantically. Sexually for sure, but never more than that.
When Ashton offered me an extra room at his house I jumped at the offer. Of course I would love to live with him, and y/n. She wasn’t home much, and when she was she was usually accompanied by her boyfriend. And yeah it bothered me, because again I had a high school crush on her.
What was I supposed to do though? She wasn’t mine. In fact she was off limits. And not only because of her boyfriend. Ash told me that the biggest rule of me moving in was that I was not allowed to go anywhere near his cousin. I wasn’t allowed to look at her or touch her.
That’s when I got myself into my predicament. It started one night at around eleven o’clock. Ash wasn’t home, and she walked through the door in a mini skirt and a crop top and I averted my eyes to the television screen because of the ‘rules’.
“What are we watching?” She asks plopping herself next to me on the couch. I look at her and notice her red puffy lips are plump and swollen. I notice her gorgeous eyes are watery, and also the strain in her voice.
“Have you been crying?” She looks away and stands up not answering the question and begins to walk away.
“Y/n wait.” I said but she doesn’t listen. “Y/n.” I try again and this time I’m close enough so I grab her arm and study her face once more. We’re no longer in the dark, and she’s standing right against me trying to avert her gaze anywhere else. I pick up her chin in my hand and tilt it towards me.
“Why have you been crying pretty girl?” I all but whisper and finally her eyes meet mine. I knew that was a stretch, and I was half prepared for her to come and sucker punch me in the face but she never did.
“I saw him kissing another girl. He did it right in front of me, just because I wouldn’t give him a hand job on the couch. He’s such an asshole.” She shook her head and then rested it against my shoulder as she cried softly. I wrapped my arms around her small frame.
“He didn’t deserve you anyway.” I said after some time of just standing there. She chuckled half-heartedly.
“There should be more guys like you Hemmings.” Her head lifted from my shoulder and her arms were now around my neck. I wiped away a small tear from her beautiful face and she looked down shyly.
“There are, you just haven’t found the right one yet.” Her small fingers rubbed circles on the back of my neck and I tried hard to concentrate on the words coming out of my mouth rather than the feeling of her skin on mine.
“None that want me.” She argued.
From that day on I broke every single rule that had been made by Ashton. I looked at her, I touched her, I did every single thing with her that I knew I wasn’t supposed to and I still didn’t care. I found myself in this predicament for months.
It wasn’t only about the fact that I craved the feeling of her body pressed against mine, or the way she moaned in a harsh whisper if Ashton was home. Not even the way she screamed my name and it echoed off the walls when he was working.
I loved her now, and she loved me back. But we couldn’t tell him, I wasn’t ready to tell him and neither was she. So we continued our relationship in secret; I would pick her up from school, we would go out on dates and then she would sneak into my bed at night and we continued to break all sorts of rules.
She was at school today, which was a good thing since I was incredibly pissed off. Not with her, and not with Ashton but with my parents. Every time I call them, it’s always about how much I’m fucking up my life. I needed to just be by myself and sort it out, and I thought I’d be able to since Ash was sleeping in his room and she was at school.
But then I heard the sound of the door opening meaning she was here. She was the last person I wanted to take my anger out on, but I also knew I wasn't in a state to just brush it off and pretend like nothing was wrong. She'd see right through that.
When she walked in the room, I almost prayed she had gotten here sooner. She was wearing her uniform, the button up shirt unbuttoned and hanging loosely on her body.
Her hair dishevelled, and she was no longer wearing her knees socks but just gym socks because I remembered her telling me she was too lazy to change back into them after gym class.
She wore her plain white vans. And she called my name when she walked into my room keeping her voice low when she did. My eyes trailed up her toned legs, and she stepped on her shoe while she waited by the door.
"Hey." She whispered softly, already sensing my mood and being careful as to what she was saying. Now I knew what I needed. And it wasn't a run down the street, or throwing my fist in a wall. I needed her.
The innocent look on her face, and the way she bit her lip made me want her even more. She swiped her hair and parted it on the opposite side of her head and slowly came to stand in front of me. I stood up and kissed her quickly, making sure we didn't have to exchange any words because right now I needed her.
She ran her hand through my hair, pushing some of it from my face and looked at me. I knew she could see it-how much in needed her- it was written across my face.
With a slight nod of her head, her lips were back on mine again. And my hands held her waist and pressed her body against mine. She stepped forward, so we could lay down on the bed but I didn't want that.
"Turn around for me baby." I whispered in her ear, and then made a trail of kisses down to her neck. She did as I said and let me push her hair to the side to expose the skin of her neck.
I led her over to the dresser where she put her hands on either side of the wood and arched her back. Her ass pressed against my hard on and I tried not to make too much of a sound.
I lifted up her skirt, and then hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs, and the pooled around her ankles. I unbuckled my jeans, and then pulled the zipper down to allow my dick free.
With one hand I went under her skirt again, and stroked my finger up and down her pussy feeling the wetness that pooled between her legs. She moaned, and with my other hand I pressed it against her mouth to silence. Last thing I needed was Ashton waking up and then we'd have to stop.
"So wet." My finger slipped inside of her entrance, and the walls of her tight pussy clenched around it. Damnit I had to be inside her. I pulled my finger out, and stroked the skin of my hard cock while rubbing the head trying to find her entrance.
She pushed her hips out more and when she did the head slipped in her tiny hole causing her to gasp. I pushed in all the way and a loud moan threatened to escape her lips but was silenced by my hand over her mouth.
I paused, because I was trying to maintain some piece of mind and not blow my load inside her in just mere seconds. I needed her to feel every single plateau of her orgasm, but I also knew we needed to be quick. Especially with Ashton down the hall.
"Can you be quiet for me princess?" She nodded her head but I knew she couldn't promise. Regardless I took my hand off of her mouth to rest on her hip and pulled out enough to allow movement and then thrust forward again. The dresser shook with the movement and she bit her lip to contain the sound threatening to spill from her mouth.
I grabbed her hair, forcing her to arch her back a little more and then pounded into her sweet pussy. The room was filled with her gasps and moans that were contained to not make too much noise. She was on her tippy toes and every time I thrust forward her body would raise up with the movement.
I grunted out my pleasure, trying not to be so vocal myself but it was so hard, because she felt so fucking good. I grabbed her hips and then pulled her down on me to meet my thrust.
"Fuck," She gasped and then put her head down and rolled her hips into mine. I smirked and continued the motion. With every thrust I was able to relieve some of the frustration and anger I had pent up but it also felt good to me and her. I removed one of my hands from her hips and intertwined our fingers on the dresser.
"Your pussy feels so good baby." I moaned, whispering in her ear. She squeezed my hand again, her nails digging into my skin and I didn't even care if she left marks.
My hips met her backside and again the dresser shook with the motion. Another moan left her lips, and though I knew we had to be quiet it was so fucking hot. She couldn't be quiet no matter how hard she tried and I loved hearing the sound of her pleasure.
"Do you want Ashton to walk in right now?" I taunted. I could feel the pulse of her orgasm, as her walls continued to clench around my cock so I sped up my thrusts.
"You're so thick... so hard." If that didn't make me want to cum right then and there I don't know what did. I managed to hold it in, by some small miracle. She was almost there and she was ready to cum I could feel it. That made me impossibly harder and I felt like I was about to explode.
"Fucking hell..." Her tight little pussy constricted around my cock and she came hard. I thrust my hips harder and with the hand that wasn't holding mine she clamped it down on her mouth to contain her sound.
The feeling of her pussy clenching around me, and each time she squeezed my hand sent me where I needed to go and a feeling of euphoria shot through me and I came with another deep thrust. I pulled out, letting the rest of my cum drip down between her legs and some of it catching on her shirt. I kicked my shoes off along with my jeans, and pulled my boxers up.
I pulled off her skirt and school shirt throwing them in the basket of dirty laundry. She turned around and rested her head against my shoulder. I brought her over to the bed and she cuddled into my sheets not even removing her shoes.
She pulled at my arm so that I could come down and lay with her and then rested her head against my chest. I ran my fingers along the side of her stomach and her soft lips kissed at my chest every once and a while.
“Are you okay?” She whispered softly.
“I’m fine princess.” She nodded her head, and hooked her thigh so that she could wrap her leg around mine. My hand stayed on her butt keeping her firmly pressed against me.
“I love you.” She mumbled barely audible for me to hear, I kissed the top of her head smiling.
“I love you too baby. So damn much.” She smiled against my chest and held me tighter.
“I think we should tell him. I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want, and I people to know about my super sexy boyfriend.” I laughed.
“Tell me what?” Both our heads snapped to the door where Ashton was and she grabbed the blanket to cover herself.
“Ash we just-” She started but he cut her off.
“You know you could have at least been discreet about it. I’ve known for a while, the two of you make it so obvious.” He shook his head. “You better have used a condom.” He yelled while walking away.
“I’m on the pill!” She yelled back.
“Gross!” We both laughed and she kissed me again.
“I guess that was easier than we thought.”
“I have to y/f/n and tell her about you.” She squealed and jumped up from the bed to grab her phone. This was the woman I loved, and I’d never question why.
