The feeling tingles up your legs and pleasure resonates around your body right down to the tip of your toes. He waits till you reposition yourself and not a second longer then he entombs your length in his mouth. He grabs you legs and hoists them over his shoulders from a standing position so you are practically able to hold the metal frame of the swing.
He takes it easy, helping you in to the straps and making sure you are comfortable and then the gentleness goes right out the window. “God I’ve never wanted to taste a boy so badly,” he adds and you feel yourself squirm slightly. “How the hell did I not notice how sexy you are before?” He muses. His breath sucks in as he takes in the view that is your stark naked body. He doesn’t waste time but strips you of the remainder of your clothes and you blush as he twirls you around to get a better look. “Not yet but I will,” he replies, the corners of his lips curling up in a cheeky smile. “I think you’ve proven that vanilla is the last flavour you are,” you confess. "Unless that’s too vanilla for you then we can just go to bed?” “Fuck,"the word falls from your mouth before you can stop it and Luke smirks. “I want to strap you in it then bury your dick in my mouth.” “Would you care to share?” You ask as Luke stops talking and lightly fingers the straps on the swing. “Normally yes but today I had another idea.” “So these straps here are for your legs then you hold the straps above your head and-” I said I wanted to treat you not hurt you.” I won’t use them unless you have an understanding of how they work. “With these?” you point to the array of chains and whips hanging from the walls. “I want to treat you,” Luke explains, “ if you will let me.” It doesn’t look too bad and you can’t quite believe you are even considering it. There is a freaking sex swing in the centre of his walk in wardrobe and you eye it curiously. “What on earth?” You whisper walking over to it and gently fingering a whip.
Luke hummings penis full#
The wardrobe isn’t full of tank tops and ripped jeans like you had expected but it’s chock a block full of the kinkiest looking sex toys you have ever seen. He drops your hand and shuts his bedroom door before crossing the room and pulling the two door handles that lead to his wardrobe. “Yes,” you stutter, not entirely sure that you do. “Wanna see just how vanilla I am Y/N?” Luke grins. There was something about the look in his eye that seemed snug you but you couldn’t be sure what he was mug about. Luke lead you in to his room with a smile on his face.
THESE IMAGINES/SMUT ARE CATCH UPS FROM PREVIOUS REQUESTS NOTE- I can make an extra part to any imagine/smut in my masterlist. Summary- Luke continues to prove you just how “un-vanilla” he is Vanilla Luke- Luke Hemmings Imagine (smut)- part 2- gay version.
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