5sos & 1d Smut

Luke: I'm Falling In Love With You

Yes, the title explains I am falling in love with all of my readers.You guys have stuck by and supported me on this book and even though it's 'just' smut all of you requests mean so much and seeing my family of readers grow everyday. Best part is we are all from different parts of the world and i just find that so fascinating.It all seems like we are so far away.Big Hugs and Kisses to all of my babes keep the votes and requests coming <3!

Request: Long plot for Y/N first time

This was completely uncharacteristic of you. You were usually the kind who made yourself vulnerable, who exposed yourself so completely to anyone, emotionally or otherwise. Yet, here you were, about to do just that: expose yourself to your boyfriend.

He'd accused you of being too guarded, of being unwilling to open yourself to him emotionally. He was right, of course. You'd always pushed people away, and when you came to the conclusion that you were falling hard, you had done the same to him.

He was unlike any man you'd ever met. While your past boyfriends had been unfeeling and only interested in physical activity, Luke actually cared about your emotion and cared about you. There were times when you believed him to be insane as he would rather have you bare your soul than engage in any type of affectionate activity. Yet as you looked back on the numerous fights you had about your refusal to be vulnerable around him, you finally realized why you had been so adamant about remaining guarded.

For the first time, you would be giving your heart to someone who could do more than just break it; if he hurt you, you would shattered to a point beyond repair. That thought terrified you to the core and once the realization had dawned on you, you'd shut him out completely. He'd made multiple attempts to contact you, unaware that your separation was not his fault, that he hadn't done anything wrong and although you'd felt awful for making him worry, you hadn't responded, thinking it was for his own good. Perhaps if you continued to push him away, he'd move on and neither of you would end up getting hurt.

Finally, he'd become angry, claiming that if you wanted distance, he would give you space. During that time, you had come to realize that no matter how much space you put between the of you, your thoughts constantly wandered back to him; back to the way you used to be. Your heart ached with each of those thoughts, those memories and you eventually pulled yourself together enough to make a move; to fight for him, for your relationship.

You had decided to be bold. To unveil your emotions so completely required a symbolic visual of sorts, which was how you found herself wearing nothing but a trench coat and high heels as you stood outside his door.

It was cliché, no doubt, showing up nude to your boyfriend's place. Still, you knew it was necessary. Being completely exposed under the coat allowed you to visually represent the baring of your soul, a thought you knew he would come to appreciate.

Taking in a deep breath, you raised your fist to knock on the heavy wooden door, your heart rate increasing for every passing second of silence. The door finally swung open and you immediately sighed at the sight of him.

His usually styled hair lay in a disheveled mop across his forehead and the stubble over his lips and jaw indicating it had been a few days since his last shave. You loved him most this way; natural and untamed, where he gave you glimpses into a person he was only when you were together. So much of his life was airbrushed and made to seem glamorous and although he never changed his character or personality in order to make others happy, he loved that when he was with you, he didn't have to try so hard. He was fearless; able to say whatever he wanted and know that you would always appreciate his honesty.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered, rubbing his tired blue eyes, his voice deep and hoarse from sleep. It wasn't very late, but he got so little sleep while on tour that he liked to go to bed early when he was home. It had been on a night when you were wrapped in his arms, your back pressed against his chest because he liked holding you while he slept that you'd first realized how much Luke meant to you.