dentist ? luke hemmings [updating & editing]

this chapter is dedicated to the lovely @marsaydijeffries for her birthday!! many, many happy returns of the day!! i know this is random a'f and not quite an appropriate chapter to be dedicated, but anywho, i hope you enjoy, pal.

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My gasp somewhat transformed into the softest of moans. My eyes were shut, as an exhalation, a groan of approval escaped from my lips.

"Open your eyes blue," my favourite voice spoke, in a low, husky tone, his breath fanning my face. "Tell me what you want."

I flickered my eyes open, my heart quickening it's pace, the moment my eyes met his own.

What did I want? I wasn't sure. I wanted him. Every inch of him, against me.

"Tell me," he urged, his fingers brushing against my tummy, running in circles, tracing patterns that I somehow, couldn't make out - owing to the situation I was in.

"I.. uh.." Inside my mind, I was screaming, I was begging like a sinner being dragged to a church, but outside?
I was silent.

"So my dearest doesn't know what she wants," he chuckled, almost inaudibly.

I- yeah, I don't.

"Don't you worry, darling. That's what I'm here for," he paused, his brows knitting momentarily. "Besides fixing your teeth, of course."

I found myself snickering at his statement, but I was cut off halfway, when a pair of lips grazing the skin on my neck, made me gasp aloud. Lips that traversed down my naked body, leaving deep, red marks all over my neck, further down to my clavicles and along my sternum. Marks that even the best makeup couldn't veil.

I writhed under his broad frame, now a moaning, blushing mess.

His hands gripped onto my waist, firmly, before he whispered against my skin. "If it hurts, let me know. You don't have to do anything against your will."

I nodded promptly, replying almost in an instant. "I want this, I- I want you." The moment I realised what I just blurted out, my eyes widened, and I had to bring my hand up to cover my face. Damn, I really was a mess.

I heard him snicker, and even before I could respond to it, his hands moved down, taking a firm hold of my butt, forcing out a raspy moan from the back of my throat.

"A-are you going to be rough?" The words rolled out of my tongue almost involuntarily, while he tore open a little, square packet, rolling the rubbery material up his shaft. The thought that had been haunting me for ages, every time I considered being intimate with someone, was lingering in my mind – was it going to be painful?

He looked at me, wearing a poker face. "Daddy needs to show some rage."

And the very next moment, I was enveloped by an overwhelming feeling of pain and pleasure, as Luke pushed himself, into me.

So this is what sex feels like?

It was more of the pain, I, being the infamous virgin, was fully aware that there was a lot more, coming up.

Dear hymen, fuck off, already.

I pressed a hand to my mouth, muffling a scream, the other hand resting on Luke's shoulder, digging deep into his sun kissed skin.

"Am I hurting you?" He questioned, halting all of a sudden, his eyes locked to mine.

"N-no, I'm okay. Please continue," I breathed, wishing I would've practiced this on my own, earlier, so that it would've been less concerned-sex and more  lustful-sex.