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Better than him (Luke Hemmings SMUT)

So I’m new at this, and it will probably be quite crap, but everybody need some good ‘ole asshole Luke smut Description: Luke makes you cheat on your boyfriend, Ashton Warnings: SMUT (obviously), hair pulling, dirty talk (a little degrading), cheating, and of course Luke being a prick (which he obviously isn’t IRL, but prick’s can be kind of hot, so why not?)

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Everything was going great with your boyfriend; until you caught the eye of his best friend.

Luke Hemmings was never one for love - he found it irritating - when every relationship was only going to end in tears regardless. So, whenever Ashton would gush over you, he was always the first one to roll his eyes.

“Whatever mate,” he would say. That is, until he met you.

You were gorgeous: sexy body, perfect lips, and dangerous eyes. Trouble. He knew it as soon as he laid his eyes on you. There was no doubt in his mind that you were going to break Ashton’s heart. It was inevitable.

Yet, there was something about you.

Maybe it was the way you walked - so confident and sure of yourself, like you knew you could have any guy you wanted.

Maybe it was the way you bit your lip and looked away when he held eye contact with you - like you were picturing the dirtiest images of him.

Maybe it was those alluring eyes. Or maybe, Luke just couldn’t keep it in his pants. Either way, he knew one thing: he wanted you. And he always got what he wanted.

He was doing Ashton a favour. You were too good for him, too exciting to settle for the mild natured boy. Or at least, that’s what Luke told himself when he imagined himself fucking you senseless.

It was just too easy. He sent a message to your phone, pretending that he needed to talk to you about something important. And here you were.

It wasn’t weird, you thought, that you were at your boyfriend’s friend’s house. Your boyfriend’s highly attractive, and very flirty friend. Without Ashton.

No, it was completely normal.

What wasn’t normal though, was the way Luke was looking at you, with those dark blue eyes. Like you were prey, and he was the predator. Like he wanted to devour you.

Ash never looked at you like that.

“Where did you tell Ashton you were going?” Luke asks, his thick accent sending trails of fire through your body.

The question takes you by surprise, and you stutter out your response, “I-I um-”

He cuts you off, the corners of his mouth turning upward, “I’m guessing you lied then?”

Moving closer, his smile turns into a full on smirk as he tuts, “But why would you do that?”

You were sat on his couch, and he was a little too close for your liking. It made you not trust yourself, especially with the way he looked like he knew a secret you didn’t. God, he was so unnerving.

“Look, I thought you wanted to talk,” you mumble, swiftly changing the conversation.

Luke was leaning over you now, and your senses were overwhelmed with the scent of him. It was a sinful smell of something sweet and bitter - fruit presumably, and most likely liquor.

You jolt as he places a hand on your thigh, “Oh, I wanted to do more than just talk.”

Eyes widened, you gave him a look, expecting him to take his hand off. But he doesn’t. Instead, he draws lazy circles on your skin with his thumb.

“Luke-” you start, placing your hand on top of his, as if you’re going to stop him.

You’re not though - and you both know it. That’s why you’d been stealing looks at him all week. That’s why you didn’t tell your boyfriend where you were going.

You needed it just as much as Luke did.

He looks at you, hungrily, mockingly. It’s obvious you won’t stop him, “Y/N.”

Now, his hand travels higher, ghosting over your panties.

“Luke, this is wrong,” you struggle to keep your breathing even, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he has on you.

His brows raise, hand continuing to caress you, “It is. It’s wrong that you’ve come over to Ashton’s best mate’s house.”

Fingers brush over your lacy panties, ever so slightly, and you’re sure he can feel the wetness already. Your hips buck, and your breath hitches.

You couldn’t do this.

“It’s wrong that you lied to him.”

Luke bites his lip, and you notice the growing bulge in his jeans. Fuck. He rubs you through the thin material slowly, and you don’t stop him. It’s so wrong, but his touch ignites a burning desire within you that Ashton never has.

“It’s wrong that you’re soaking already though,” he pushes your underwear to the side, and rubs your wetness around to prove his point.

You feel your cheeks blaze with embarrassment, and you swallow thickly.

He plunges a long finger into you, and you let out an unexpected moan, rolling your hips in need. Those piercing eyes bore into your own, taking in your reaction as he curls his digit, hitting your G-spot.

Adorable: you close your eyes, crying out, your small hands clinging to his arm. Luke got why Ashton liked you so much.

“Fuck,” he groans, biting his lip harder, just trying to keep himself from fucking you right there.

Your body trembles as he adds another finger, keeping up his torturously slow pace. You ache with desire, so much it almost hurts.

You want Luke - no, you need him.

He leans closer, and you can taste his heavy breath - it’s intoxicating, “I’m gonna fuck you good, yeah? Better than Ash does, clearly.”

And there it is - the guilt. It pulls you back to realisation. It needed to stop, you couldn’t do this to Ashton. He didn’t deserve it.

“We can’t. Ashton,” you sob, grabbing Luke’s wrist, stopping him.

He looks down at you softly, using his other hand to wipe away the tear running down your cheek, “..never needs to know.”

You let out a shaky breath, and he places a strand of hair gently behind your ear, “You’re just at your mate’s, catching up. He’ll never find out.”

He’ll never find out.

It’s so wrong, you know that. But it’s something you need right now. You’ll worry about the guilt later.

So, you do something you’ve been imagining since the first time you laid eyes on Luke: you grab a handful of his shirt, and crash your lips against his. He wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth, skilfully moving it against your own.

Your earlier suspicions had been right - he had been drinking, and the taste was dangerously delicious.

The kiss is nothing like when you make out with Ashton. It’s desperate, intense, hot. Any gentleness from earlier had gone instantly, and his hands are all over you, squeezing your thighs. He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head to the side, before hungrily suckling on your neck.

You whimper, running your hands over his stomach, feeling his abs, pulling at the hem of his shirt.

Luke pulls away, grinning at you with his reddened lips, and discards the shirt, much to your pleasure. He’s so damned hot. Then, he’s hiking up your dress, and pulling you on top of him, so you’re straddling him.

His rock hard cock is just beneath your pussy, and you’re drenched at the sensation. You grind against him wantonly, lifting your arms for him to pull your dress over your head.

Ablaze with need, you greedily lean into him, heatedly pushing his head to your boobs. He takes the hint, and latches his mouth to your nipple, teeth grazing over the bud, making you arch your back in pleasure.

You flush, cheeks reddened, looking at Luke from under lashes. You press onto him harder, a moan escaping your lips. You start to rock your hips back and forth, fingers digging into Luke’s shoulders.

If by some way possible, Luke gets harder. And you can feel his cock twitching beneath you.

Fuck. You wanted it. So bad.

It’s growing increasingly difficult to hold back as you rub yourself against him. Your blood is scorching through your body. The feeling of rough denim against your thin panties, pressed flush against your swollen clit, is driving you insane.

Luke can see how riled up you are (and he wondered if you were always this horny for Ashton, or was it just for him): your face flushed, head tilted back, and - fuck - was it turning him on.

He tensed his thigh, making you cry out, and grabbed your hips, pulling you down hard. You jolt, jerking uncontrollably.

Waves of fire wash through your body, and you push Luke’s hands away, feeling all too good. It’s hard to explain, but you need a moment to calm down. You struggle to steady your breathing, and bite down on your lip.

You’re too far gone to stop now - so - fuck it.

“Bet Ash can’t get you to come without even fucking you,” he teases, roughly grabbing your chin.

He licks a stripe down your neck and you shudder.

A smirk makes its way onto Luke’s face, and he licks his lips, “Babe, think you’re gonna need to cover those up.”

“What -” you use your phone’s camera as a mirror and gasp (ignoring the missed calls from Ashton). Deep purple marks are littered around your neck. So much for Ashton will never find out!

Shaking your head, you shove his chest, hard. “You fucking did that on purpose! What am I gonna do now!?”

You’re meant to be threatening, but he just finds it sexy.

Luke only lets out a low chuckle, pulling your hips down onto him again, sending shockwaves through your oversensitive clit, “You’re gonna get fucked by your boyfriend’s best mate, like the little slut you are.”

It should annoy you, him talking to you like that. It should piss you off, make you feel guilty even, But somehow his crude words manage to turn you on even more.

And he knows it, of course he fucking knows it.

But you can’t help it, your arousal is making you dizzy, and you need to feel him inside of you. Now.

“Fuck you,” you spit at him, clenching your jaw and putting on an annoyed facade.

Luke sees through it though, and grins, “Planning on it babe.”

Then it’s all too hasty. You’re pulling down your panties, and he’s taking off his jeans and boxers so you’re both naked. He pulls out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth, and rolls it over his length.

His cock stands hard, and your mouth waters. It’s thick. Perhaps, not as thick as Ashton’s, you think, but it’s also much longer.

Much longer.

It must be about eight inches, and you’re quivering just imagining it inside you.

Luke pushes you roughly, so you’re lying on the couch. He’s already grinding his hips against yours, intentionally teasing you by rubbing his tip against your exposed clit.

“I’m not like Ashton,” he states, running his hand down his shaft, lubing it with your wetness. “I won’t go gentle on you.”

You exhale deeply, getting particularly frustrated at him, “Don’t go gentle then. Just, do something!”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re screaming my name, babe,” he glares at you, thrusting into you with ease, filling you to the brim.

This prompts a high pitched cry from you. Your legs are already clamping around him, drawing him closer to you as he slams his hips against your own. It’s almost as if he’s aiming to leave you bruised to give you even more visual reminders of your infidelity.

You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. But, in the best way.

Your boobs are bouncing from the impact of his thrusts, hands desperately roaming over his back, running your nails down his back in an attempt to get him back for the hickeys. This seems to backfire however, as he lets out a low groan, becoming even rougher. He slams over and over into your G-spot.

“Fuck! Luke,” you cry out, closing your legs around his waist even tighter.

He seems to like that, and brings his hand down to rub unforgiving circles on your clit, smirking at the way you moan and writhe beneath him.

“That’s it, scream my name.”

Luke continues to drive his hips into yours, and much like him, you’re not sure how much longer you’re going to last. “Luke, oh god!”

Your legs start to shake, and you heat up, searing pleasure blinding you as you clench around his cock, hoarsely crying his name as you reach your climax.

With a final thrust, Luke twitches, and promptly pulls out, rolling over to lie next to you, smirking, “You liked?”

“Fuck off,” you huff, already pulling on your clothes.

“Now, whenever he’s fucking you, you’ll be picturing me,” Luke laughs, “though I doubt he’ll even be able to get you off after that. You’ll be begging for my cock again.”

You narrow your eyes, “This was a one off, a mistake, okay. Just piss off.”

With that, you turn to leave, until he calls your name again. You stare at him expectantly, hands on hips.

His grin widens, “By the way, you might wanna buy a scarf or something to cover your neck.”

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