Good Girls Go Bad // smut

Risk // Luke Hemmings

credit: bbyirwie

"Morning babe," Luke said emerging from the bathroom, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. You couldn’t help but bite your lip, wanting to inch the fabric down further to release the morning wood he was showcasing. 

"Hey," you said softly, staring into his lustful eyes. A couple of strands of hair fell in his line of vision, ruining the look of his signature quiff. You were obsessed with it though. You loved his disheveled hair; his messy, sporadic strands wanting to go in any direction but up. 

He climbed back into bed, your heart rate quickening as you felt the heat radiate off his body. You meshed your lips together, not wanting to wait another second without his mouth pressed to yours. You lifted your head shortly after so you were inches away from his face, taking in his effortlessly sexy morning look. 

You ruffled his hair in your hands, memorized by the feeling of his soft locks between your fingertips. He snuggled into the two curves of your chest, giving a small peck to the smooth skin peeking out from over your sleep shirt. 

"Can you believe we’re living together?" you smiled, not believing you and Luke finally had a place to call your own. It felt like only yesterday when you were squished in Luke’s bed, trying to block out the sounds of Michael and Calum arguing about their FIFA game. You smiled at the memory: both of you tangled in each others arms, intense love bites marking each other’s skin, the sounds of heavy breathing after multiple rounds of vigorous sex. You shifted a bit, trying to calm your arousal. 

"It’s hard to believe," Luke answered, sounding busy with his thoughts like you were. "We’re not going to have any surprise visitors when I do things like this," he laughed, groping your chest while surprising you with a heavy kiss. 

You moaned, allowing the sound to pass through to his mouth. You curled your hands around his biceps and brought him closer to you, wanting to feel your skin melt into his. You silenced your moans, causing Luke to bite your lower lip in dissatisfaction. 

"C’mon baby, be loud for me. You don’t have to hid it anymore," he reminded along with a firm squeeze on your breast, releasing a shaky moan from your mouth. He smirked against your lips before trailing his mouth onto your neck. He sucked the surface, causing you to hiss in satisfaction as you felt his teeth graze your soft skin. He groaned into your neck when your nails scraped down his arms, leaving a trail of vertical pink lines on his lean muscles. 

"We’ve been so busy unpacking everything," he muttered starting to tear at the material covering your chest. "I haven’t been able to give you a proper fuck in our new home," he said in a husky tone, causing the pit of your stomach to ignite a small flame. 

"What are you waiting for then?" you whispered, barely being able to make a sound once you felt his lips latch on to one of your nipples. He sucked on the nub, causing your head to roll back in pleasure. Your hand snaked down his body and dipped into his boxers, causing Luke to release a throaty moan. 

"Fuck, baby." he whispered, barely audible. "I can’t wait to make you cum in every inch of this place," he moaned as he thought about christening your new home. "Y/N, shit" he whispered, starting to go in a lustful craze as you kept palming his length.

"Please, Luke." you cried, running your hand faster along his smooth length. You wanted nothing more than to have it inside of you, practically pushing yourself towards his hardening member. 

He brought his hand down the front of you silk panties, grinning against your skin. “You’re nearly soaked through these, princess.” he groaned, nothing turning him on more than the fact that he got you so aroused.