Bros Over Hoes (Luke Hemmings Smut)
Request: You and Luke are best friends and his gf is mean to you and he dumps her and you and him do the bang bang :D
Written by Carissa!!
“Hey there,” your best friend Luke said as he walked into the kitchen of your other friend Ashton’s house. He set the two huge pizza boxes in his arms on the counter where you were leaning, and walked around for a hug. You gave your giant goofy noodle boy a good squeeze, until Julia walked in. “Don’t get that close, babe. She probably has cooties.” Ugh, Julia. This was the bitch who had been bullying you since primary school, tried to embarrass you every chance she got, and got your best friend and crush as a boyfriend.
Luke laughed at Julia’s comment. You tried not to punch her in the face. She looked stunning, as usual, with her perfect black waves of hair and piercing brown eyes but her black pleated skirt was a bit short for a casual afternoon hangout. “Modesty should be in your vocabulary, sweetheart. Especially if you want to be a teacher.” You said with an overly sweet smile. Her faced dropped, and so did Luke’s. He knew you didn’t like Julia, he just didn’t know why. His bright blue eyes met yours as he gave you a strange look, as if to say, ‘Why’d you say that?’ You didn’t want this now. Not one bit of this petty school girl shit Julia was always trying to pull. You were here to have a good time at Ash’s place, and by God you’d do it.
You guys played video games for a while; you, Luke, Calum, Livvy (Cal’s girlfriend), Michael, Ashton, and Julia. Eventually you went to grab some more food and drinks for the group, and you took Livvy to help you. You two were just about to exit the kitchen with some beer and chips when Julia walked in and pulled Livvy to the side. All of the sudden, you’d ‘forgotten something’ and with a faked face palm, decided to amble around in the fridge to see what Julia wanted with Livvy.
Julia pulled Livvy into a little corner on the kitchen. “Can you stand that bitch?” You heard her ask. Wow, that’s what she wanted? Really? “I-I like (y/n).” Livvy stammered. She was a shy, quiet girl who didn’t like trouble or drama. Why would Julia even ask her that. “Well,” Julia said, venom pouring out of her voice. You weren’t going to let her finish. You abruptly stood up, dumping the snack in your hand on the kitchen counter with a loud thump. “If you want to shit talk me, why don’t you say it to my face.”
“Oh, (y/n),” Julia said, her face lighting up as if she just noticed you. “How nice of you to join us.” Livvy turned around, looking frightened. “Livvy, you can go.” The small girl hurried out of the kitchen. Julia wasted no time on getting up in your face. “Who do you even think you are, bitch? Coming in and trying to steal my boyfriend. What even were you before Luke? Nothing. No one likes you. And if you think the fans like you, you’re wrong. Everyone hates you.” Oh here was the usual long winded hate train. This usually happened when Julia got you alone, and you just rolled your eyes at her.
“You’re right, Julia. I wasn’t anything before Luke, but he wasn’t anything before me, either.” Julia looked taken aback, and actually moved away from you a few steps. “Oh what, don’t act like you didn’t know that.” You spat, knowing you were about to burn this bitch to the ground. “Oh,” you said as innocently as possible. “You didn’t know that. Well, let’s see,” you reached a small finger up to tap you chin. You were shocked that Julia could keep her mouth shut for so long. “Luke and I share the same birthday. My hospital bed was next to his. Our dads have know each other since they were five. I first shared a bed with Luke when I was three days old. That’s more than you can say, isn’t it?” Julia was turning an eggplant shade of purple, a bug eyed expression of pure rage on her face. “I was there for the boys first show. I was in the audience. And you were there for what? The boys-” You broke off, a bitter grin on you face. You lowered your voice.
“Oh that’s right. Luke hasn’t taken you to a show yet. And you know why-” You words were cut off by a ring covered fist driving into your cheek. You tumbled to the floor with a crash, your head banging on the cool tiles. You heard feet moving towards your location. “What was that?”
“Julia? What happened?”
“Oh my god, you just punched her.” Your head was pounding too much to hear much after that, so you just laid on your back and fought off the tears that were threatening to fall down. After a bit, you felt a warm hand slip under your head, and you turned your head. A pair of familiar blue eyes met yours. Luke. He lightly placed a finger on the bruise already forming on your skin. “I’ve got to take her home, guys.” He whispered. “Oh my god, she’s such a drama queen. She’ll be fine. Just get her up.”
“What the hell, Julia?” You heard Livvy yell. And Livvy never yells, ever. Luke scooped you off the floor into his warm arms. You’d actually imagined a few scenarios that Luke might be picking you up bridal style, but being punched in the face by a bitchy girlfriend was never one of them. Luke got you situated in his car, then you headed off to his house. About halfway through the ride, your nose started bleeding and you had to pull over so you could get some covering on it. “Sorry about this, (y/n),” Luke said, keeping one hand on the wheel, placing the other on your thigh and shaking it encouragingly. He shook his head with aggravation, his jawline tightening as he pulled up to his house. “I always pick the worst of them. Is that the first time she it you?”
“Yep.” Once inside, Luke cleared the little island in the middle of his kitchen and started getting medical supplies out. “Sit.” He patted the granite countertop, his ever present pinky ring causing a light echo to resonate around the room. “Luke,” You were hesitant to follow his orders. “What are you doing?”
“Well, usually my mom is better at this stuff, but I’m going to fix you up.”
“Dr. Fluke to the rescue?”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Dr. Fluke to the rescue.” You popped up on the counter and Luke finally found whatever supplies he was looking for. “Alrighty then,” He walked over and stood in between your legs in front of you, most likely just as aware of the awkward moment as you were. “Let’s get you fixed up.” A soft hand reached out and tilted your head to the side. “You’re bleeding.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Yeah,” you sighed. “One of Julia’s rings scratched me.”
You fiddled with your hands as Luke cleaned the blood off your skin. “This is going to hurt a bit.” Something was dabbed on your skin and you flinched. “Are you okay?” Luke sounded panicked. Your heart sped up at the concern in his voice. “I-I’m fine.” Luke kept on doing whatever he needed to until he placed a large bandage on your scratch. “All done,” he said, tapping the counter behind you. “Now, face wounds bleed pretty bad sometimes so if it starts bleeding again, I’m taking you to the hospital, (y/n).” You smiled at him. “Why are you being so protective?”
“Because I was blind and now you’re hurt. I feel really shitty.” He looked down at the floor. You leaned forward. “Hey, don’t feel bad. I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine.” Your mouth felt weird as your vowels moved around in your mouth. You sat up and ran your fingers along the cloth on your cheek. Luke gave you a one dimpled smirk, leaving you hot and bothered. “What?” He asked.
“Talking feels weird with this thing on.” Luke’s hand cupped your good cheek and turned your head so he could look at the wound. “You still look stunning.” You were taken aback. “What?”
“I said you still look stunning.” Luke let out a shaky breath. “The truth is, I like you, (y/n), I like you a lot. And I know that you don’t like me back but-”
“Luke, just stop. I like you, too.”
“Oh my god.” You leaned forward and pressed your forehead to his. For a few precious moments, you two just shared air. Two heart beating under one breath. He liked you back. Wow. That is great news. “Luke I-” You tried to say something, but were cut off by his lips on yours. There are sparks, fireworks, and atomic bombs when people kiss, and whatever this kiss was, it was above them all. Your wrapped you legs around Luke, pulling him towards you and deepening the kiss, his lip ring making everything feel more wonderfully complicated. You tangled your hands in his hair, and his giant hands roamed all around, across your stomach and down your thighs. They left burning paths, setting your body on edge. He picked you up and set you down on his couch a few yards away. Your Cobain shirt came off (oh my god, how ironic), and his did, too, revealing a muscled chest and perfectly tan skin. “Good thing my parents are out of town,” He murmured, dragging his lips down the side of your neck. They passed a spot on your collar bone and you sucked in a breath. “Babe,” he said, making sure to suck on the dip in your collar bone. “Is this a sweet spot, (y/n)?”
“Yeah.” Your voice came out as a high pitched moan. Luke reached behind you and fiddled with your bra strap. He finally got it loose. He lips moved from your neck to your nipple, only after he’d given you a very prominent hickey. He bit down a bit on your nipple, and your body went crazy, trying to shift out of the way of his mouth. “Oh no,” he said, his voice at the rumbling growl which turned you on even more. We’ve only just begun. He slipped off his skinny jeans and boxers, and you slipped off your shorts, grabbing the ‘JICC’ (just in case condom) you always kept in your back pocket. “Here.” you handed it to Luke. He slipped it on his cock, pulled you close, and paused and your entrance. “Do you trust me?”
He slid inside and you gasped. He was so big. You could feel your walls trying to hold him as he slid in and out. It felt so good. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to a climax. Your moans started getting louder. “Fuck,” Luke said, his voice strained. “You’re so tight. So damn tight.” He was fucking you into the couch and soon you couldn’t take it anymore. “Luke,” you stammered out between thrusts. “I can’t-”
“Let go, baby girl.” The 'baby girl’ really set you off. Your eyes screwed shut and your back arched as you climax, your hips bucking around Luke. You let out and loud moan and soon Luke came, too. You rode out your orgasm and eventually Luke fell on top of you, your sweaty bodies tumbling together. Luke kissed your nose and smiled at you, still panting. “I love you.” You smile back. “I love you, too.” He paused a moment.
“Round two in the shower?”
“I don’t see a problem with that.”