Luke Hemmings: Smut

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1. Flower Crowns

The rain travels down the window in droplets, making it look like a waterfall, soaking every inch of transparency within. I close my eyes and listen to the rippling sounds of the water. What have I done? I just feel.. honestly, no words can explain how I feel. There isn't a word for saying you feel dead inside, no matter how many words are used. I'm painfully heartbroken, devasted, detrimental, full of melancholy, and fully angered at myself. Why did I let you slip away? We were so close, so close to having everything we ever wanted, and now, we're so far. I could've said everything I wanted to say, and I would still have you here, and I would want you to be here, and you would want to be here.. I could've said that I missed you so much that I literally cried myself to sleep every night. That I never left the house at all. I barely ate, barely slept. I could've told you how much I love you, how much I need you.

A knock on the front door to my house brings me from my reverie, and I drag myself from the bed, peeling on some clothes, before making my way down the stairs to answer it. The knocks continue and I groan. Whoever it is is making me impatient. Who would even be out in the rain like that at near midnight? "I'm coming!" I shout the closer I get, and within seconds, I'm at the door, opening it.

"Luke?" I choke out. The astonishment is evident in my voice, but that's not the only emotion there. "What- what are you doing here?" He lifts his head up to look into my eyes. His eyes are glossy, puffy, and red-rimmed, and his body is soaked from the rain. Oh my god, has he been crying? I urge him inside and close the door, turning around to face him. "Lucas?" He's staring at the floor again, his hands in his pockets.

"Do you love me?" His voice is low, pained and saddened, and my heart breaks at his words. He lifts his head again, repeating the action from moments ago, staring into my eyes. "If you tell me that you don't love me, I will walk out of that door and your life, and I will leave you alone. But if you tell me you love me...." he pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat. "If you tell me you love me, then I will make a promise to you that I swore I would never make to anyone. I will give myself to you completely, and will never again make you question my love for you. Please just.. do you love me?" He steps closer to me which each promise he makes, and stops suddenly, less than a foot away from. I find myself wanting to pull him closer as look up into his glossy blue eyes that are welling with tears as they stare back into mine.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Say it. I need to hear you say it." He steps closer, closing the space between us entirely.

"I love you-"

He cuts me off by smashing his lips into mine. So full of passion, so full of love. My hands find their way into his hair as his find my waist, gripping onto them and pulling me flush against him, making me gasp at the contact that I've longed for. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, licking my bottom lip before pushing his tongue inside my mouth, running it across my mine and making me moan. He groans and lifts me, pulling me flush against his chest as I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me up the stairs. He pushes my door open and gently lies me down on my bed before walking back to the door and locking it. I sit up just as he turns back around and sits down on the bed beside me. What are you doing?

"Y/N, are you sure you're okay with this? I don't wanna push you into doing something you will regret."

"You talk too much," I say, a slight smile tugging at my lips.

He looks up at me, slightly confused. "So you're okay with it?"

I smile as I nod, not wanting to speak and ruin the moment. He smiles and I sit up on my knees and press my lips against his softly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. His arms snake around my waist and pulls me onto his lap, suggesting I wrap my legs around his waist, and I do. My hands trail down his back, finding the hem of his t-shirt, peeling it up and lifting it over his head, breaking the kiss. He fumbles with my shirt before peeling it off. He groans as he takes in the sight of me and smashes his lips back against mine. I moan, tugging his hair slightly, earning a moan from him in return. His hands trail up my back and unclasp my bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside onto the floor. He gently pushes me back onto the bed, holding our weight with his hands against the mattress. I lie my head against the pillow and look into his dark eyes. He wants this just as much as I do. He peels my shorts and panties off at once and tosses them aside, repeating the action with his own clothing.

"Are you sure?" he asks, concern laced with hope. I nod, having forgotten what words are and how to use them.

He peels my legs apart and positions himself between them before gently pushing his length inside of me. I wince at the foreign feeling, having forgotten what it felt like. It all feels new to me, yet, very familiar. Luke and I have done this many times, but something about this time feels different, so serene. Luke pulls back, his member moving further out as he does, before pushing himself back into me. I moan, moving my hands to grip his biceps, and he repeats the action, moving in and out of me at a slow, tantalizing pace. No matter how slow and teasing it is to me, there isn't anything I want more in this world than to be with this boy, right here, right now. I need him. I need to be as close to him as possible, and this is the only way I know of.

Luke picks up his pace, moving moderately; not slow, not tantalizing, but still so damn craving. My nails slightly dig into his arms, not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark. God, I've missed this. I've missed us. I bite my bottom lip trying to stifle my moans but it's no use. Luke pushes deeper into me and my moans become uncontrollable, uncontainable, and I find myself in ecstasy.

"God, I love you," he breathes, mixing a gasp with a moan.

I find myself unraveling beneath him, falling into total ecstasy, as his thrusts become deeper and harder, remaining at the same pace but more- "Oh my god," I gasp and dig my nails harder into his arms, gripping as if I was stranded in the middle of an ocean with nothing but a lifesaver, and Luke is that lifesaver.

"Fuck." Luke's words are like flames to my fire, igniting me in all the right places, and I completely unravel beaneath him, falling into a spiral of moans and screams as I find my release. Luke's thrusts become sloppier and he stills, finding his own release before collapsing down onto me. We're both a jumbled mess of low, breathless pants and rapid heart beats. He eases out of me, lifting his body from mine and rolling onto his back beside me, pulling me into his arms; my back is pressed against his front. I'm exhausted. That was such a rush, that was perfect. I find myself dozing off as Luke whispers in my ear. "Will you marry me?" I reply with a low, groggy 'yes' and drift into a blissful sleep, dreaming of thin lace veils and flower crowns.

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