Momma's Boy- Luke Hemmings Smut
So here’s the Dom Luke smut I’ve been promising for a decade! I really hope you guys like it! I’d love to know what people think of it so don’t be afraid to stop by my ask box and tell me what’s what! Oh and if you don’t like smut, please don’t read this. You won’t like it.
“Oh come on Lukey”, you laugh rubbing your boyfriend’s back as you stood next to him laughing, “we’re just joking around.”
“Yeah well it’s not funny”, he huffs, his eyebrows drawn close together in annoyance, “it’s not my fault that my mum still thinks I need her to wash my clothes for me. I didn’t ask her to! I can do it myself!”
A chorus of chuckles meets his frustrated outburst.
“Sure you can man”, Ashton replies sarcastically pushing past him into the elevator of the hotel you were all staying in, “that’s why you’ve been borrowing our underwear for the past two weeks until she came to visit”.
“I have not!” Luke protests but as per usual his objections fall on deaf ears.
His bandmates continue to snigger and jibe at him as the elevator makes it slow ascension to your floor. You can tell that Luke is getting more and more annoyed with every passing remark but you can’t help laughing along, mostly because of the fact that what they’re saying is completely true. Luke is the biggest momma’s boy you have ever met. But then again how could he be any other way? He was the baby of his family and now he’s the baby of the band. It was just his natural role. Regardless of how mature he acted sometimes or how sensible he was, he would always be the baby.
“Goodnight you two”, Michael chimes as he leaves the elevator along with the others to turn in for the night, “oh and make sure you take good care of the baby Y/N”.
“Don’t you worry Mikey”, you call after him as he heads down the corridor towards his room, “I will! I’ll even tuck him in!”
Still smiling at your own attempt at hilarity you turn towards your boyfriend fully expecting him to be laughing along with you. But he wasn’t. There wasn’t a single trace of a smile across his features. His jaw was set and his icy blue eyes were fixed on the steel doors of the elevator as it carried you both upwards. Shit. Was he actually mad? Nah, he couldn’t be. You guys joked about him being the baby all the time and although he’d get annoyed and be in a huff for a while he’d usually forget about it quickly. You never thought for a second he would actually be genuinely upset by it.
“Luke?” you implore timidly, tugging on the sleeve of his favourite red flannel shirt, “are you really mad? You know we were just joking around….”
“I’m fine”, he snaps, cutting you off and making a point of pulling his arm away from you.
The apology you were about to offer is stemmed by this sudden and uncharacteristic show of coarseness. For a moment you stand bewildered with your mouth agape. The soft ‘ping’ of the elevator door snaps you back to attention and you hurry to catch up with the lengthy strides your boyfriend has made down the hotel corridor. Luke had made his way into your hotel room before you’d even reached the door. Talk about using the length of his legs to his advantage.
“Luke? Do you want to talk about it?”
“Talk about what YN? You want me to talk about how my girlfriend and my so called friends just spent the past fifteen minutes laughing at me? How they think that I’m too much of a baby to look after myself? Or how about we talk about the fact that they think that it’s okay to make me the butt of their jokes? Well I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t really want to talk about any of that that right now.”
His back was facing you as he spoke but you didn’t need to see his face to know how upset he was. His broad shoulders were heaving with the effort it was taking to keep himself in check and his knuckles were white as he gripped onto the edge of the dresser he was leaning against. You’d never seen him like this before.
“We weren’t laughing at you Luke!” you protest, anxious to get the notion of a conspiracy out of his head, “we were just joking around and…”
“Joking at my expense Y/N!”
The sudden bang of the dresser hitting the wall as he pushes off it to face you causes you to gasp and take a step backwards. The expression on your face must have been one of genuine fright because as soon as Luke looked at you his features softened slightly.
“I’m sorry Luke”, you stammer thickly, you voice struggling to push past the lump forming in your throat, “I didn’t think you’d be this upset. Neither did the boys. I’m sure of it. We were honestly just joking around. I’m sorry baby. I really am.”
“I’m tired of it Y/N”, Luke tells you, running a hand over his face and letting out a long sigh, “I’m not a baby”.
“I know you’re not Luke and I’m sorry we said that. If I’d have known it hurt you this much there’s no way I would have kept teasing you about it, you know that right?”
A small smile tugs at the corner of Luke’s lips as he makes his way over to wrap you in a bear hug.
“I know baby. Thank you. And while we’re on the subject of apologies, I’m sorry I got so mad. I guess this whole ‘lack of sleep on tour’ thing is making me a little bit grumpy. Am I forgiven?”
This was a lot more like the Luke you knew. Pushing yourself onto your tiptoes you reach up and pull your boyfriends face closer to your own.
“You’re forgiven Hemmings”, you tell him with a smile before attaching your lips to his.
Pulling back before the kiss has a chance to get any deeper, Luke looks down at you with a grin on his face.
“Does this mean we get to have make up sex now?”
“Well…” you tease, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “we did just make up so it seems like the next logical step”.
“Great. Because I think it’s time I proved to you Ms. Y/L/N that I am anything but a baby”.
Cocking an eyebrow, you step backwards to look at your boyfriend.
“What are you saying Luke?”
“What do you think I’m saying Y/N?” Luke scoffs, grabbing your hand and tugging you in the direction of the bed, “I’m saying that I’m about to fuck you so hard you’ll never have any doubts about my masculinity ever again”.
Your lips part in surprise at his uncharacteristically brazen attitude and without missing a beat Luke takes full advantage. Lunging forward he seals your lips with a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth before you even have time to register what’s happening. His hands waste no time in finding the button of your jeans before sliding them down your legs along with your panties.
“Luke”, you pant, pushing him away momentarily to catch your breath, “slow down baby. We’re not in any rush”.
“Oh but we are Y/N. Have you any idea how many times I plan on making you cum tonight?”
You had no time to dwell on what he’d just said as a pair of soft lips on your neck causes you to moan out.
“Luke”, you mewl helplessly as his lips continue their assault and his calloused hands trace the backs of your thighs. How was it possible for him to get you this hot with one kiss and a few dirty words? By now your thighs were rubbing off one and other in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on which way you look at it, Luke was quick to catch on to what you were up to.
“Do you need some help there baby girl?”
Normally when Luke got a little bit cocky in the bedroom, no pun intended, you were straight in with a witty comment of your own to set you both on an even keel again but there was something in Luke’s demeanour tonight that told you any attempts to regain even the slightest bit of control would not bode well for you. Complete and total dominance was practically radiating off the man in front of you and it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t turning you on.
“Arms up babe. You’re not getting any relief until I can see all of you”.
The heat between your thighs had multiplied to such an extent you were frantic to feel his touch, so much so you tore your own top off, much to Luke’s amusement.
“Someone’s eager”, Luke comments as he pushes the straps of your bra off your shoulders, “who knew a baby could have this much of an effect on someone”.
A groan of utter frustration leaves you.
“Come on Luke. I need you now”.
“Get on the bed then”.
A smirk tugs at the corner of Luke’s mouth as he watches you push yourself backwards onto the bed, propping yourself up on the mountain of pillows every hotel deems necessary.
You watch as Luke pulls his shirt over his head before lowering his hands to pull his belt through the loops of his provocatively tight jeans.
“Now”, he tells you undoing his zip, “I know that you need me right now Y/N but before we go any further I need you to understand that there are some rules tonight”.
“Rules?” you ask, your voice quivering as you struggle to stem the swell of butterflies that have erupted in your stomach.
“Yes babygirl. There are rules. And if you want me to make you feel good then you have to obey every single one. Is that clear?”
“Ah ah Y/N”, Luke scolds you, “that’s rule number one. You have to use your words. If I speak to you, I expect an answer. Got it?”
“Yes baby”, you pant, the thrill of this new dominant Luke leaving you breathless already.
“Now that’s rule number two”, Luke tells you as he sheds himself of his underwear and crawls between your parted thighs, “you don’t call me baby. I am not a baby. So instead you’re going to call me Sir.”
Sir. The sound of it alone causes a fresh wave of desire to wash over you. Your hips buck and a needy moan escapes you.
“I don’t think there’s going to be a problem with that rule is there Y/N?”
“No sir”, you groan, trying desperately not to scream out as Luke’s hands begin to trail across the flushing skin of your thighs.
“Good girl. Now, for the third and final rule; there is to be no touching.”
You’re cut of before you can protest any further.
“What did you call me?”
“Sorry babe…I mean Sir”, you stammer, completely flustered by the entire situation. A lust induced haze was creeping into your brain leaving you incapable of focusing on anything other than the throbbing of your aching clit. Fuck. You just needed to be touched.
“That’s much better darling”, Luke coos, lowering his head to peck you gently on the lips as a reward for your compliance before speaking again.
“I need to make sure you don’t accidentally break rule number three babygirl so I’m going to have to make sure those wandering hands of yours are tied up.”
“Luke wait!” you exclaim once the initial shock wears off. By now Luke has hopped off the bed and is fumbling around in your suitcase, no doubt looking for something he can use as a restraint.
“I’m not so sure about this Luke”, you tell him as soon as he turns to face you again.
Luke walks back over to you and cups your cheek in his hand gently. Leaning forward he rests his forehead against yours. His dominant façade is nowhere to be seen as he gazes at you tenderly.
“I’ll be gentle baby, I swear. And you want me to untie you then just say the safe word and I’ll stop.”
“Promise?” you whisper timidly giving in to his touch.
Happy in the knowledge that you trusted him Luke sits you up and gently wraps the soft material of one of your scarves around your wrists.
“Does that feel alright?”
“Yes”, you breathe, the anticipation growing within you once more.
“Good. Oh and the safeword is Spongebob by the way.”
A giggle tumbles past your lips. Typical Luke. The both of you were about to have the kinkiest sex you’d ever had and he was still thinking about cartoons.
Taking a deep breath you lift your head to meet the eyes of the boy kneeling between your legs. His eyes had darkened and there was no denying the animalistic hunger they held. He was biting on his lip ring and his cheeks had reddened ever so slightly. He wanted his just as badly as you did. It was high time you both got what you wanted.
Your head flops backwards as you savour the sensation of his lips on your breasts as his hands traced their way along your thighs; steadily moving upwards until they reached the top before descending again.
“Fuck Sir”, you sigh, feeling yourself beginning to dampen again. How long was he planning on teasing you for?
“What do you want darling? Remember rule number one. You have to use your words.”
“I want you Sir”, you whine looking up at him pleadingly through your lashes, “I want you to touch me”.
“Where do you want me to touch you baby girl? I won’t know unless you tell me.”
A self-assured smirk was playing on his plump lips now as he looked down on your squirming body held completely at his mercy.
“I want you to touch my pussy Sir”, you whimper. Being a naturally shy person you were almost embarrassed by the words you were speaking, but such was your need for release you would have said anything to anyone if it got you what you wanted.
“I will princess”, Luke teases, “but not yet. First, I think you need to make me feel good seeing as you were so naughty earlier.”
Your gaze follows Luke’s downwards, landing on his red and swollen cock. He’d been hard for a while judging by the precum leaking from his tip.
“What do you say baby? Can you use that pretty little mouth of yours to make me feel good?”
“Yes sir”, you answer as sultrily as you can.
Two strong arms hoist you forward leaving you face to face with Luke’s straining erection. Unused to being without the use of your hands for this you take a second to plan your best course of action. Wiggling in closer you take kitten licks around his tip. A sharp intake of breath leads you to believe that Luke is more than happy with your tactics. Now even more keen to please than before, you lean in further and take as much of him as you can into your mouth. Bobbing your head, you swirl your tongue around his cock. His hands thread into your hair as you trace a particularly prominent vein with your tongue.
“Oh fuck Y/N”, you hear Luke groan from above you, “you’re so fucking good at that. You’re so fucking good with your mouth”.
Unable to resist acknowledging his praise you drop him from your mouth and grin up at him.
“Thank you Sir”, you quip before taking him back into the warmth of your mouth. Eager to make him cum you hollow your cheeks and suck as deeply as you can. The profanities and echoings of praise falling from his parted lips are only serving to make you wetter with every passing second and now, more than ever you wished your hands were free to relieve even a fraction of the tension that had been building between your thighs for ages now.
“Fuck. Stop. Stop it now baby girl”, Luke pants, pushing your away softly, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I’m not coming until I’m buried deep inside that pretty pink pussy of yours”.
Luke lays you back down before settling himself further down the king sized bed. Holding your ankles down he begins to kiss his way up your legs. His stubble is coarse against your skin but it, combined with the softness of his lips provides for the most delicious contrast.
“So fucking beautiful”, he mutters against your skin as he works his way upwards, “and all mine.”
His hands move to your knees and you see a renewed appetite fill his gaze as he pushes them apart. You can only imagine the sight meeting his eyes right now. The constant teasing and anticipation has left you completely soaked, so much so that you can feel your wetness dripping between your cheeks and onto the sheets beneath you and your clit is throbbing so forcefully it’s a wonder he can’t see it pulsing.
“Jesus Y/N”, Luke remarks, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet”.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before Sir”.
You’re in dire need of some relief so you’re sure to remember the rules every time you address him.
“Please Sir”, you implore, “I need you to touch me. Please. I need you to touch me so badly.”
“Of course princess. How could I say no when you’ve asked so nicely?”
Your eyelids flutter closed as the warmth of his breath washes over your heat and you all but jump out of your skin when he places a feather light kiss on you. Your thighs begin to tremble as his calloused fingers spread your folds before dipping easily inside of you.
“Oh fuck!” you scream out, unable to control yourself as his fingers begin to curl within your depths. Swells of sheer pleasure were building and crashing inside of you so quickly your head was beginning to spin. Your lips were parted by a seemingly never ending chorus of moans and sighs which were only amplified as soon as your clit was sucked into the warmth of Luke’s wet mouth. You almost wanted to laugh out at how good you felt but a particularly well placed nibble causes fire to flow through your veins as your orgasm rolls over you. Your thighs clamp down on either side of Luke’s head and your back arches off the bed as his fingers continue to move inside of you, milking your orgasm for all it’s worth.
“Good girl”, Luke soothes once you’ve calmed down slightly and released him long enough for him to clean your juices from his chin, “that’s my good girl. You’re doing so well.”
Your body is still shaking from your first orgasm and you’re just about coherent enough to realise that’s he’s already rolling on a condom.
“I can’t Luke”, you croak, fully sure that another orgasm of that level of intensity would cause you to pass out in your current state.
“Of course you can darling. I know you can take it”, Luke coaxes your legs apart again, “And don’t forget, it’s Sir.”
“You can princess. Look at your pussy. It’s still soaked. It’s practically begging for me to pound it. So that’s what I’m going to do. Sir is going to take good care of you.”
A whimper leaves your lips as you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. He meets no resistance as he slides all the way in, only stopping when his hips meet yours. For a second, neither of you move, almost too scared to breathe save you disturb the sheer bliss of the feeling of being this close to one and other.
Luke’s lips capture your own in a fervent and fanatical kiss, moving in the way that his hips are only longing to.
“Move”, you command as soon as you have room enough to speak, “please move Sir”.
Deciding that the time for talking has long since passed Luke draws back before slamming his hips into yours. An obscenely loud moan erupts from you as his tip brushes the spot deep inside of you designed to bring you nothing but pleasure. Over and over, again and again, Luke pounds into you relentlessly. His fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your hips and his head is buried in the crook of your neck, its alignment allowing every groan and grunt and cry of your name to fall directly into your ear.
Your own fingers are digging into his biceps and your legs have locked around his narrow hips, fully intent on making sure he stays right where you want him. Sex with Luke had never been dull but you never knew how much you needed hot, sweaty, rough sex with him until he gave it to you. You’d never felt so alive. Every nerve ending in your body was alight with pleasure. Your head was swimming with it and you could think of nothing other than the euphoria every thrust of his hips were driving you towards.
“Oh Luke. Oh god Luke. Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever fucking stop.”
As if he intended to. Moving with more finesse than you’d ever seen him move before Luke quickly sits up and untangles your legs from around his back. Throwing them over his ample shoulders he continues at his erratic pace. The new angle allows him to thrust even deeper into you and you can feel yourself approaching your peak.
“I’m close Sir. Oh fuck Sir, I’m so fucking close”.
Nodding, Luke brings two of his fingers to his lips and sucks them into his mouth. Once he’s satisfied with how wet they are he brings them to your clit and begins to rub frantic circles around your swollen and sensitive bud. The added stimulation is all the push you need to send you spiralling out of control. Your hips buck wildly as screams that would put the most haunted of Banshee’s to shame fly from you. Your contracting muscles clamp down on Luke just hard enough to send him into an orgasm of his own. His head falls backwards and his eyes scrunch shut, his grip tightening on your ankles as he finally cums.
For the seconds time that night, both of you remain perfectly still, unwilling to disturb the reverberations of each other’s orgasm. But as with all things, your perfect moment must come to an end. You lower your legs from Luke’s shoulders which frees him to collapse onto the bed beside you.
“Wow”, you remark as soon as your chest stops heaving, “just fucking wow”.
“Told you I wasn’t a baby”, Luke sniggers from beside you, still slightly out of breath.
“You more certainly aren’t Luke Hemmings. Can you untie me now though? I think I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Untie you? Oh no way babygirl. I’m not done with you yet.”