5sos Smut

L.H

'Oh my god I am completely stuffed. Why did you let me eat that last slice of pizza?', you complain to your boyfriend of two months who's sprawled on the couch beside you.
'Hey, it's not my fault that you have no self-control', he smiles. You try to keep a straight face but as soon as you see his expression light up you fail miserably.
'Whatever Hemmings', you say nudging him in the ribs, 'just turn on the next movie'. He reluctantly untangles his legs from yours and makes his way over to the TV on the other side of the room. As he walks you can't help but admire his physique. Standing at a little over 6ft with flaxen hair and the bluest eyes you've ever seen he was the closest thing to perfection you were likely to encounter. You often wondered what he saw in you considering the fact that there were hundreds of girls throwing themselves at him on a daily basis. That fact was sometimes hard to digest but on days like today, with the rain pattering softly against the window and the house empty save for the two of you, you found it all too easy to forget the outside world and focus on the enchanting boy in front of you. You'd had boyfriends before Luke but none of them had ever made you feel the way he did. The simplest of glances could make your cheeks flush and your stomach flutter. Although you daren't say it out loud you were fairly certain that you were in love with him.
'Is Toy Story ok? Eh, earth to Y/N?...... Y/N are you checking me out?', your boyfriends voice asks snapping you out of your thoughts.
'Busted', you mutter and he laughs. God, the things you would do just to hear him laugh.
Luke makes his way back over to the couch and pulls you close to him as the movie starts. You do your best to focus on the movie but it's proving increasing difficult as you become more and more aware of his strong arms wrapped around you and his muscular thigh pressing against yours. You wanted nothing more than to forget about the movie and have him take you upstairs but unfortunately Luke hasn't dropped any hints of wanting to do the same since the two of you started dating. Now don't get me wrong, you have dabbled in your fair share of make out sessions but when things started to get overly heated Luke seemed reluctant to go any further. You tried not to take it personally but as the days passed you started to wonder if his reluctance to be with you in the most intimate of ways was down to you. Neither of you were virgins so you really couldn't see any other reason for his hesitancy. The more you thought about it the more you became convinced that it must be something to do with you. Had he lost interest? Was he ever interested in the first place? You could feel tears starting to sting the backs of your eyes with every passing thought and you willed them not to fall. But there was to be no such luck. At the sound of your soft sniffles Luke looked down.
'Y/N? Baby why are you crying? We're not even at the sad part yet!'
'It's nothing Luke, I'm sorry but I think I should go', you start as you pull yourself from his embrace.
'What? No! Y/N please don't go. I don't want you to go. Tell me what's wrong? Did I do something?', he asks becoming distressed at the sight of you crying and trying to leave.
'No Luke you haven't done anything... and that's the problem', Oh shit. What had you gone and said that for? Now he was going to think you were some sort of lunatic. You glance nervously up at the boy standing in front of you. The confusion and hurt are clear on his features.
'I don't understand Y/N.....'
'It's fine. Don't worry about it. It's just me. I'm just upset. I'll go and we can talk tomorrow yeah?', you move to grab your bag but a strong arm gently pulls you back.
'Please Y/N', he pleads, 'don't go. Tell me what's going on. Please?'
You sigh and run your fingers through your hair. There really was no way out of this situation. You had to tell him how you really felt or there would always be this insecurity hindering any chance of your relationship thriving.
'W-why don't you ever touch me Luke?' you ask with your eyes cast towards the floor and a blush spreading over your tear stained cheeks, 'am I not enough for you? Do you not like me enough?'
'Jesus Y/N, no', he breathes, 'oh my god, no. You're more than enough for me. I think you're amazing and I have no idea what you're even doing with me. You're the most intelligent and witty girl I've ever met and you make me so so nervous and I'm terrified of fucking this all up because......'
'Because?', you question, forcing yourself to look him in the eye.
'Because I think I'm in love with you', he finishes, his voice barely audible. Had you heard him right? Did he just use the 'L' word?
'I love you Y/N', he said again with more conviction, taking your shaking hand and pulling you to his chest.
'I think I love you too Luke', you choke out, your voice cracking under the staggering emotion behind what you had just said.
No more words were needed as his soft lips met your own. Your hands instinctively found their way to the hairs at the nape of his neck and you tugged on them gently as his hands roamed your back. The kiss was like none other you have ever had. It was fanatical and passionate but full of adoration at the same time. You can't help but moan into his kiss as his hands make their way under your shirt and press you closer to him. You can start to feel the evidence of his own arousal pressing against your thigh and that alone causes a rush of heat to the already aching spot between your thighs.
'Please don't stop this time Lukey', you mutter against his swollen lips. And he doesn't. He lifts you effortlessly up the stairs and carries you to his room, not once breaking the kiss you were sharing. This was it. You were finally about to have him. All of him. The pressure between your legs is almost becoming too much and you begin to rut your hips up into his, desperate for any type of friction you can get.
'Shit Y/N', he gasps as your hips meet his. In any other situation you'd be embarrassed by how needy you'd become, but this was Luke and if the look in his eye was anything to go by, he needed you just as badly as you needed him.
'Please Luke', you plead, 'I can't wait anymore. I need you inside me. Please'.
He groans at your words and wastes no more time in ridding you both of the thin layers of fabric standing in the way of you both getting what you want. He lowers a hand to your folds and runs a long and slender finger across your sensitive bundle of nerves. You almost scream at the sudden contact and as soon as he raises his finger to his lips you almost come at the sight of him. His eyes darken even further when your taste spreads across his tongue and he wastes no more time in lining himself up to your entrance.
'Are you ready baby?', he asked in a voice so unlike his own you wouldn't have thought it was him had you not seen his lips move. Unable to speak you pull him down for another kiss which you're soon to break as soon as he pushes into you. The both of you release a raucous moan at the feeling of your bodies meeting so completely. Looking down at you, his eyes search for the approval to move. You nod and he begins to rock his hips gently into yours. You never want it to end but given how worked up the both of you had been you feel your climax approaching quickly. You do your best to try and let him know but your brain seems to have lost all connection to your mouth. The only sounds leaving your lips are gasps and sighs and moans of his name as sheer euphoria takes over your body. Luckily Luke can sense how close you are and he brings a finger back down to your swollen and throbbing clit.
'Come for me baby', he mutters against your neck and who are you to deny him? You come harder than you ever have before with a string of salacious moans and screams leaving your body. You can feels Luke's thrusts speed up as he nears his own orgasm. And when he does the sounds he makes almost make you come again.
His quivering body collapses on top of yours and for no good reason you begin to laugh.
'That was amazing', you breathe, 'totally and completely amazing'.
'Remind me again why I waited so long to do that?', he smirks, looking down at you.
'I don't know Mr. Hemmings, but I think we should definitely make up for lost time', and with that you roll him over and begin to suck and nibble at his neck, eager for round two.
'Oh god', he moans as you find his sweet spot, 'I fucking love you Y/N Y/L/N',