5SOS Imagines

Mr.Hemmings // luke smutt

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He stood in the center of the room. A group of fellow business men were in a cluster around him, all dressed in their seemingly statutory stiff grey suits. He on the other hand was dressed in a classy black blazer and white button down, black pants and shoes to match. Sometimes I wondered why he was even in this business or why he even bothered to attend the stuck up excuses for parties other companies held every few weeks or so. He clearly wasn't amused by the conversation being held-he simply sipped on his champagne and nodded occasionally, briefly acknowledging whatever the other men and women had to say.
He was none other than Luke Hemmings. One of the most successful CEO's in the country. At only 23 he had managed to graduate from Harvard, start up his own company, sit back and watch it flourish. (A/N: I have no idea how business things work so just go with it.)
"Ms. Y/L/N," A stern voice sounds, snapping you out of your boredom ensued daze. You look up to see Mr. Hemmings motioning over to you. Sighing, you flatten out your skirt and walk towards the hoard of people.
"How may I help you, Sir?"
"When am I leaving for Hong Kong?"
"Next Friday at 6:00 AM, Sir."
"Is there any way we can reschedule it?" You whip out your Blackberry, scanning the calender for available dates.
"Does September 6th work?"
"Whatever's available is fine."
"I'll call a few people in the morning and have it arranged, Sir." He nods his head and dismisses you with the flick of a hand.. Good timing to say the least, the smell of stale cologne was making you dizzy. Retreating to your corner, you situate yourself in the little love seat desperately waiting for the end of the party.
You had only been working under the Hemming's company for a short period of time before you were "promoted" to being his assistant. You may be getting paid more but you'd prefer your simple desk job to having to run around constantly in order to fulfill Mr. Hemmings every need and want.
"Now what's a pretty young lady like you doing at a party full of old men?" You raise your head momentarily to make eye contact with whoever decided it would be fun to spark a conversation with you. The voice belongs to a young man, mid 20's, light brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Could say the same to you," You smirk. "Well, minus the lady part."
He chuckles softly. "So, what are you doing here?"
You point a finger at Mr. Hemmings. "You work for Hemmings? What do you do?"
"I'm his assistant."
"Sound's fun,"
"Oh yeah, driving 29 minutes every day just to get him a latte is such fun." Your sarcasm evident in each word.
"Am I doing something wrong?"
"What? No, why would you be?"
He subtly points to Mr. Hemmings. "He looks like he wants to kill me." You look over to your boss who was indeed, glaring at your new friend.
"What's got his panties in a twist." You mutter, sending your friend in a fit of giggles causing more than one pair of eyes to turn towards the two of you.
"Ms. Y/L/N," He calls once more and you sigh, turning to your friend. "I need to go see what Your Majesty needs, it was nice meeting you."
"Yes, Sir?"
"Call James and tell him to bring the car round. I'm ready to leave."
"Right away, Sir."
***
The car ride was silent. The soft hum of Mozart's Symphony #9 being the only sound. "Ms, at what address should I drop you off?"
"99 F-"
"She'll be coming to mine. We have plans to discuss." Mr. Hemmings interrupts, his tone firm and strict, hinting that you shouldn't argue.
"Alright then." You mutter, slumping in your seat.
The car pulls up in front of a large home. Normally, you'd be in awe at a house like this but it was expected from Mr. Hemmings and frankly, you couldn't care less about him.
As soon as you enter the safe confines of his home, you turn towards him, ready to start yelling. "Why am I here?" You snap, placing your hands on your hips and looking straight into his eyes.
"What do you think you were doing back there?" He replies, completely disregarding your question.
"I was doing what I was suppos-" "You were flirting with that man." He interrupts, silencing you.
"Excuse me?"
"You were shamelessly flirting with that prick!" He takes a few steps towards you, prompting you to move backwards.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I wasn't allowed to socialize at your stupid excuse for a party! I was doing whatever the fuck you wanted the entire night! Did you expect me to simply sit there bored for the entire night?"
"Is that how you speak with your boss?" He questions, raising his eyebrow.
"What are you going to do, fire me?"
"Fire you? Well, no. I can't afford to have you leave," He smirks up at me, closing the gap between us. "I had something else in mind." Before I was able to ask what "something else" was, he had my arms above my head and my back against the nearest wall.
"What do you think you're doing?" You deadpan, unfazed by the situation.
"Everyday you would come into work with your tight little skirt and blouse and everyday I had to resit ripping them off of you and bending you over my desk. Every single damn day." He mutters, pressing a lone kiss to my collarbone.
"W-what?" You choke out, his words not yet fully registering in your mind.
"I've wanted you since the day you started working for me. Oh, I wanted you badly but you obviously wanted nothing to do with me."
"Maybe because you are an egotistical asshole?"
"It's funny, you're the only one who thinks that."
"I am the one running around for you day after day, fulfilling your every need. I know how you actually are." You retort.
"But you don't. You know absolutely nothing about me."
"I know what I need to know."
"Oh yeah? What's my first name?"
"Uh,"
"Exactly," He smirks in triumph. "Do you still wish to fulfill my every need?" He taunts, using my own words against me.
"Depends." You mumble, breaking eye contact.
Your hatred for Mr. Hemmings was still as strong as ever but the throbbing between your legs was stronger. You couldn't deny that he was incredibly attractive and he looked like he could easily wreck you. Plus, hate sex was some of the best sex. If he wanted you, you weren't going to deny him.
"Do you want me?" His hands ghost over my sides, feeling every curve of my body.
"No."
"Oh really?"
He dips his hand lower, his fingers drawing shapes onto the soft flesh of my thigh, sending shivers throughout my body. He slips his hand underneath my dress-his fingers cold against my skin as they work their way up to my core. He dips one finger underneath the waistband of my panties. His digit delves in between my folds, spreading my arousal.
"Your body is saying otherwise, princess," He retracts his finger from me and places it in his mouth, cleaning my wetness. "So sweet," he states. "Nonetheless, if you want me to stop, I'll stop." He looks straight into my eyes for a response, but my eyes remain hard. He throws his hands in the air in defeat and proceeds to turn away.
Oh fuck it. I quickly dash over to him, tugging him towards me and instantly smashing my lips against his. He smirks into the kiss, his hands immediately clinging to my waist. "I knew it." He growls, deepening the kiss.
His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and forces his way inside your mouth. Our tongues dance together in a perfect mix of urgency and passion. "You're," "So," "Bloody," "Hot." He groans in between kisses.
"Back at ya. What do you say we take this to bedroom?" He simply grins and lifts you up into his arms, dashing off towards his bedroom. A trail of clothes follows us to his room and by the time he throws you onto the bed, you're only in your bra and panties.
He rushes to push down his dress pants, kicking off his shoes in the process. His boxers soon slide to the floor as well, piling up in a heap at his feet. "Damn." I mutter, my eyes locked onto his fully erect member.
"Your turn, princess." He growls, eyeing my half-naked body.
I sit up and slowly pull down my bra straps. I unclasp my bra and fling it towards him, he catches it with ease. I lift my legs up in order to pull my panties down. I toss them somewhere across the room. A smirk makes its way onto my face as I watch his mouth drop into an 'O' at the sight of my naked body. "Even better than I've imagined. Holy fuck, you're beautiful."
"You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Hemmings." You say, crawling over to him.
"You can call me Luke, you know."
"Mr. Hemmings has a nice ring to it." You smirk.
"It sounds nice coming from your lips."
"Enough talk, I need you to fuck me."
"As you wish. Lie down." I oblige.
He hovers over me, using his forearms to keep him up. "Normally, I'd love to have a taste but I'm so hard that it hurts."
"Just fuck me, Mr. Hemmings. You can have a taste in the morning." You add with a wink.
He slides himself inside of me slowly, he makes sure I'm okay before he begins to move. His thrusts are hard and fast, our hips snapping together with each thrust.
He brings his thumb down to my clit and rubs fast, quick circles on my sensitive bud. "Fuck, I'm not going to last." You moan out, the knot in your stomach tightens and you know you're close.
"Cum for me, princess." You come undone shortly after. Your orgasm sending tingles throughout your entire body.
"You're so hot." He groans, his orgasm rocketing throughout his body. He tilts his head back and shuts his eyes in pleasure. A string of moans and profanities tumble out of his mouth as he cums.
He collapses beside you and pulls your body into his.
"I'm not fired, am I?" You ask, earning a chuckle from him.
"No, you're not. But I'd love to take you out for dinner tomorrow. We can even end out shifts early."
"I'd like that."