Anonymous said: One where you’re Luke’s best friends and you accidentally give him a boner from moving while sitting in his lap?
Summary: You could think having your best friend sleeping in your lap would be a cute thing, a few days before you’re leaving to go touring, but in Luke’s case, cute wasn’t the way to describe it, not with her hand pressed up against his dick and his leg slipped between hers.
Word count: around 1300 words
Warning/triggers: smutty thouhgs and swearing.
YOUR POINT OF VIEW
Luke’s hands were running through your hair, smoothly, in the way he
knew you loved it. You had been best friends for as long as you could remember,
it had always been him and you. You stayed with him through school, you stayed
with him when he started his band with his friends, when Ashton joined later
on, and you stayed with him when they grew world famous, and now, you had no
plans of leaving.
“Didn’t happen”, you mumbled at the story he just told you and he
laughed shortly and his fingers stopped. You made a frustrated sound, huffing
your head up to his touch and he rolled his eyes.
“It did”, Luke insister, continuing letting his fingers run down your
hair and you smiled softly at the nice feeling.
“Right”, you mumbled, “let’s say so.”
Luke sighed, leaning his head against your shoulder. “You should come
with tour with us.”
A smirk spread across your lips. “There’s enough dating rumours around
He laughed again and you realized how much you would miss to hear his
stupid laugh when he was on tour, so far away from you.
“True. But still, it would be amazing.”
You nodded. “It would, god, I wish I could.”
“Boys would love for you to tag along”, he reminded you.
You were good friends with all the boys, but they would never reach
Luke’s level. “Yeah, but I do have an actual life.”
He snorted. “Right.”
“I mean like, school, work. Stuff. I don’t get money from doing what I
love and I have no talents so this will be my life.”
“Shut up”, he laughed, “you’re talented. I mean, you’re- uh-“
“Thanks for the encouragement”, you rolled your eyes, “you’re an idiot.”
“I can give you the Queen Idiot title if you want me to.”
“Fuck off”, you mumbled, “I’m tired, though.”
You pushed yourself half up on his lap, one of your legs between his.
“Y/n-“ his voice sounded kind of hoarse.
“I’m ending this conversation by saying goodnight. Good night, Lukey.”
He stared down at you, you could feel his gaze. “You’re gonna sleep on me?”
You shrugged slightly against him, shifting in a more comfortable
position in his lap, head against the lower part of his torso.
“This is kind of comfortable”, you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his
shirt, breathing in his scent. You wouldn’t lie, there was no point in lying,
you would miss this. You would miss him, hearing him laugh at your stupid
jokes, waking up as he manages to fall down the stairs in the morning when you
slept over; you would even miss laughing at the dating rumours.
“Stop moving”, Luke told you after a while and you let out a groan.
“I almost fell asleep.”
“Stop moving”, he repeated.
“Whatever”, you mumbled, shifting again to fall asleep.
LUKE’S POINT OF VIEW
Okay, this was not good. Her sleeping on him, right, he could deal with
it, but moving around?
Sadly enough, he didn’t control his dick, and he was seriously about to
pop a fucking boner. Luke let out a sigh, trying to imagine his grandma naked
Y/n moved again, and this time Luke was pretty sure she was asleep, her
breath becoming steadier and slower and her body seemed to relax against his. Luke
was not capable of relaxing anytime soon, he knew that very well, especially
with her hand pressed up his junk.
Well, to be fair, it wasn’t like he hadn’t imagined what it would feel
like before – because damn, he had. More than once. She was nice, funny to be with, good looking and she was basically everything Luke wanted. Later times, it had even
been hard being in the same room as her, but he knew he was kind of forever
friendzoned. He laughed along, but it hurt every time she made fun of the
dating rumours about them, and one time when Luke actually had tried to ask her
out she thought he was kidding, and he hadn’t tried again after that.
She shifted again, pressing up against him and Luke’s breath hitched and
he glanced down at her, considering the option that she might be awake, knowing
what she was doing to him.
Her hand moved slightly against his junk and Luke bit his lip hand,
clenching his fists to hold them back from reaching up and run them down her
soft hair. Touching would definitely not
help his problem.
She moved a lot, which wasn’t in his favour at all, that was quite
obvious. He kept his glance up, trying not to look down at her nor the problem
he was having, which didn’t get any smaller when her leg slipped between his
and she fucking grinded down.
“Y/n”, he mumbled, fully aware of the husky tone his voice had taken. He
needed her to wake up because just shoving her out of the way wouldn’t be very
nice, but at the same time, if she did wake up there was n way she wouldn’t notice
the problem he was having.
She’d understand, right? She couldn’t expect him not to react if she
grinded down at him, her hand pressed up against her junk. There was no way he wouldn’t
react, she’d know that. For sure.
“No”, she suddenly said, freezing in place, and without even thinking
about it, Luke moved his hand down to her hair, running his fingers through her
hair, and like on cue, she relaxed again, shifting even closer to him, dragging
her self over his leg and Luke breathed in sharply, his hand stopping.
“Fuck”, he mumbled quietly,
closing his eyes and breathing out slowly, trying to ease himself out of the position,
but with his stupid luck, it only got worse, her fingers running down his
length and he had to get moving now. “Y/n!”
he said, sharper this time, “you have to move.”
Her fingers shifted slightly, her lower part of her body grinding down
against his leg slightly, but fuck¸ slightly
was enough for Luke to feel his needs running down his spine in the form of a
shiver and he swallowed hard.
“Then move you hand.”
She blinked up at him tiredly, her hand shifting again and he stared
right back at her, eyes probably dark, filled with want. He clenched his jaw.
Luke didn’t say anything as her eyes found where her hand was placed. He
just continued staring at her, her eyes traveling from the obvious bulge in his
pants up to meet his eyes and back again.
Her voice died out as she met his eyes again and Luke was fully aware
that he was staring, and also that she hadn’t moved her hand.
“Y/n”, he said, voice husky, hoarse. “Move your hand.”
“Or what?” she asked, blinking up at him.
Luke tilted his head slightly to the side. “You know what else.”
She pressed harder and Luke moved his fingers up her side, pressing
against her bare skin. “I want you to tell me.”
He bit the inside of his lip. “Y/n, if you’re not gonna follow through-“
“Tell me”, she insisted, “please.”
“Or I’ll bend you over the bed and fuck you.”
A smirk spread across her face. “That’s more like it”, she huffed out
before leaning up to seal their lips together.
leave a request or a comment here!