Beautiful (Luke Hemmings smut)

Requested: Nahh.

A/N: I just got an idea and I wrote it okay?

It was my typical routine on Fridays. After school, I went to Starbucks to get a tea and read. Ever since I started college a few months ago… I kind of stopped doing things I would normally do.

I never really had a social life. I was just not that kind of girl. While some people liked drinking and parties, I liked reading and occasionally jumping on my bed while I listened to music. I was, to put it in the least insulting way, a nobody.

It was cold that day. I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked to keep myself warm. As I got to my usual coffee shop place, I saw a large crowd of girls in front of the building. They all looked unusually happy and a few looked as if they were going to pass out or something. There was no way I could make my way through that crowd.

I went over to the side window and knocked as Michelle, one of the girls who I had gotten to know from coming here every week, looked over at me. I gave her a look that said “What the hell is going on?” She chuckled and pointed to the back mouthing the words “walk around”. I smiled and nodded.


As I walked in, the warm air hit me like a train. It felt so good.

"So Y/N, the usual?" Michelle asked.

"Yeah. What the hell is going on out there?"

"Some band is here in town for their tour, they’re following them around like puppies. I feel kind of bad for them though, standing in the cold like that." She said as she made my usual.

I pushed my glasses up, chuckling. “They must be one hell of a band,” I said, looking around.

I spotted four boys in the corner, one with glasses and dirty blonde hair. One whose hair looked like fire, beside one with dark brown hair. But the last one caught my eye. His perfect blonde hair was quiffed perfectly, his head was down and I could see that he was wearing a Nirvana shirt. He lifted his head as one of his friends, the one with the glasses, said something in his ear. He had a metal ring in the left side of his bottom lip, and he chewed on it as he listened to his friend.

Suddenly his gaze moved to me, his crystal blue eyes looking straight into my soul. I blushed and looked away quickly.

"Here ya go, Y/N. And just so you know…Blondie over there is staring at you." Michelle winked.


After a few minutes of talking to her, she looked over to the four boys and back to me.

"Shit, Blondie is coming over here."


"Hey, do you mind if I talk to your friend for a minute?" He was Australian, that voice really suited him.

I assumed he was talking to me. “Uh, sure.” I said, trying to get my things together to go home.

"Actually I meant you." He said. I was dumbfounded to say the least.

Michelle just smirked and walked away.

"Why would you want to talk to me?" I asked, pushing my glasses up yet again, god I probably looked like such a geek.

"I was wondering if maybe you’d want to hang out with me. I’m not that bad I promise." He chuckled.


Later that night, we were walking down the road leading to my apartment. By then it was completely freezing and I was convinced that hypothermia was calling my name.

"Here," Luke said, taking off his coat and placing it around my shoulders.

I smiled and thanked him. Over the last few hours, we had talked and laughed until we cried. He was a great guy.

"Well this is it, home sweet home." I laughed.

"I had a great time with you," he blushed.

And in that moment, I got a rush of confidence and reached up on my tiptoes to kiss him. He put his hands on my hips lightly and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I hummed against his lips and soon pulled away, only for him to press his mouth against mine again, harder this time. He moved down to my neck and left light kisses on the soft skin.

I pulled away and turned around to unlock my door. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered in my ear “hurry up, it’s cold as fuck out here.” And nuzzled his head into my neck. I chuckled.

When we walked in I was immediately pressed up against my door, hand pinned above my head with one of Luke’s hands while the other wrapped around my waist possessively. His kiss took my breath away. He slid his tongue across my bottom lip and I gladly let him in.

He pulled away and I groaned.

"Where’s the bedroom, love?" He smirked

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. He quickly stripped me of my clothing until I was left in nothing but my red lacy underwear.

"Fuck, Y/N, you hide this sexy little body underneath those clothes." He licked his lips and I blushed.

I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then dropped to my knees and started unbuttoning his jeans.

“They’re so tight!” I said and he chuckled.

“That’s the point, babe.” I finally got them off of him and there was an obvious bulge in his boxers. I pulled them down and his erection slapped against his stomach. I licked a bold stripe up his length and he hissed.

“Stop Y/N, There’s no time for that right now.” I pouted and stood up. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my smooth legs. He came back up and kissed me gently.

“You’re so beautiful. Do you know that?” He asked. I shook my head and looked down. He cupped my face in his hands, making me look up at him.

“You should know that.” He said and didn’t give me a chance to respond before he picked me up and pressed me against the wall. He kissed me passionately and I moaned quietly, tugging on his hair. He moved his hips forward, putting pressure on my clit. I pulled my lips away from his and started peppering kisses down his neck while he continued to grind on me.

“Luke.” I exhaled onto his neck. “Just fuck me.”

“I want you to ride me. Can you do that babygirl?” I nodded and he sat up on my bed, resting his back against my headboard. I straddled him and as I leaned over to get a condom from my bedside drawer, I reached to take my glasses off.

“No, leave them on.” He said. I obeyed. I ripped the condom packet open with my teeth and rolled it on his length slowly. I lowered myself onto him and moaned as I moved up and down slowly.

“Yes baby girl, just like that. Go a little faster,” he groaned. I started bouncing faster and let out a string of curses.

“Yeah, you love fucking yourself on my dick don’t you baby?” I threw my head back, loving his dirty talk.

“Luke, god you feel so good.”

“Fuck this,” he said and flipped us over, putting one of my legs over his shoulder and the other around his waist, and started pounding into me relentlessly.

“Oh fuck Luke! Yes!” I was close and he knew it.

“Cum for me princess. Come on.” That’s all it took for my orgasm to rip through me. As I came down, Luke’s thrusts got sloppy and he put his head in my neck, panting. He was close.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me. I’ve been such a good girl for you.” I said.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful. Fuck fuck fuck.” He groaned as he came inside the condom. He pulled out and laid beside me, both of us panting.

“Wow,” I said.

“I want to take you out tomorrow.” He said.


“Yeah. I mean we have a show tomorrow but afterwards I want to take you out.” I smiled. “Okay, Luke. I’d love that.

anonymous said:

look, I know I like girls and I am definitely attracted to them but I want to say that I'm not afraid to experiment. I just want to see what it's like on the other side at least once before I grow older and wither away and die. All I'm saying is, I wouldn't be afraid to experiment with another guy. Is that weird? What would you say?

nahh thats not weird at all! its pretty normal to experiment with a guy and also with a girl, shows you which one you’re more attracted too and stuff like that


ex-dilemma requested: Ken Kaneki please~

"But if, for argument's sake, you were to write a story with me in the lead would certainly be a tragedy."

You wanna be friends? After everything that’s happened between all of us? I don’t want or expect that


the potter generation

Favorite magical item

Mr. Ollivander: Curious… very curious…
Harry: Sorry, but what’s curious?
Mr. Ollivander: I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tailfeather resides in your wand gave another feather… just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.
Harry: And who owned that wand?
Mr. Ollivander: We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It’s not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great.