Good Girls, Bad Guys (Lashton Love Triangle)

~A/N: This is my first published smut, so bear with me. Oh, and this is a AU where Luke is punk and Ashton is sort of the same, just a bit jockish. Enjoy. x

         I paced around my room, feeling my pulse throb in my throat and head. I looked down at my phone. It was about to be 3 pm, and Luke would be here any moment. Luke was the kind of guy at school that would dig his key in a jock’s car or screw someone’s girlfriend just for the reaction. He was pretty bad; he practically lived in detention. But regardless of his rep, girls fancied him. He knew it too—and he was smug about it.

        “So what’s the problem here?”  You might ask. Well, he and I have to do a PowerPoint for Chemistry, and although I offered the idea of putting it together at the library, he blew it off and said we’d do it at my house. Thankfully, I live in a suburb area and my neighbors would probably call the cops if they heard me getting murdered or something.

        Maybe he isn’t that bad…Maybe I’m just judging him too quickly. My phone went off in my hand, startling me a bit. “Hello?”

        “Hey babe, I’m staying a bit late at the gym, the coach wants me to run extra laps. I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” apologized my boyfriend Ashton. I let out a small sigh, running my fingers through my hair. I had forgotten to tell him about Luke coming over. “It’s okay Ash. Do what you need to do. But um.. I have to tell you something.” His side of the phone paused, and I could hear the nervousness in his voice. “What is it?”

        “Luke is coming over to working on a project with me.”

        “Luke Hemmings? I thought you guys were going to do the project at school? And plus he’s bad news. And at your house?? What if he steals something? What if he tried to… You know what, I’m—” he started, a whistle blowing in the background. “Ugh. We’ll talk about this later. Take care sweet, and don’t let him anywhere near your bedroom. If he starts something, just call me. I gotta go, love you.” Click.

        I sighed, and loud, alternative music from outside caused my windows to shake. Great, he’s here. I walked downstairs, closing all the doors to any bed or guestrooms. I opened the front door, and he was already walking towards the door. I held it open and he walked right in. “Why yes, of course, come in Luke, make yourself at home.” I sighed, shutting the door. “I plan to,” he said, looking at me up and down. I tried to hide my embarrassment and how uncomfortable I was. “Are you hungry? Or did you want something to drink?” I offered.

        He shook his head no. “Nope, but thanks anyway.” His response caught me off guard. Sure, it wasn’t like he curtsied or anything, but still. “I’m going to.. Um, go get the…laptop. I’ll be right back.” I stated, walking out of the room and up the stairs to mine. I grabbed its cord and the laptop itself. I turned around to see Luke sitting on the bed. “What are you doing in here? I told you to wait downstairs.”

        “No you didn’t, you said you were going to get the laptop. Nice mattress by the way.” he bounced a bit on it. “Kind of firm, kind of bouncy. I like it.” He smirked. I just walked past, trying my best not to snap at him. He followed me down, and I placed the laptop on the living room coffee table. We sat pretzel-style on the floor, and he watched as I typed in our topic into the search bar of Yahoo. He bit down on his lip—one of his lip rings moving a bit. I looked over at him, his eyes scanning the screen. His blue eyes lit up in areas due to its light, his lips a soft pink.. I mentally slapped myself and looked away. I couldn’t distract myself. I clicked on some pages, some sources more reliable than others.

        “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asked, his hand reaching for my cheek. I pulled away slightly, instantly knowing that I was blushing. I swear I heard him mumble an apology. “Let’s just focus on our project o-okay?” He nodded, and looked back at the screen. He placed his arms against the couch’s cushion—leaning slightly on my shoulders. I tried to shake off the thoughts of what he was going to do. Images of his lips pressed against mine filled my head. “Are you okay (Y/N)?” he asked, placing his hand on my knee. I shuddered a bit and nodded. “You like it when I touch you?” he asked, his voice a raspy whisper. I wanted to melt at his words until I noticed what he said. “W-What are you talking about?”

        He lifted a finger to my bottom lip, sliding it out from under my teeth, and soothed it with the pad of his thumb. I had been biting my bottom lip without noticing. He smirked, “You want me to kiss you. You want to feel my lips on yours… You want to feel me lick your mouth and lips,” he paused, checking me out again as his hand went higher up my leg, “as well as other places…” I felt myself growing wet at the thoughts. His lips attached to my neck, nipping softly and running his tongue over the barely forming bruises. I involuntarily let out a moan, and I felt him smirk against my skin.

        He effortlessly ripped open my uniformed button-up blouse. He reached for my chest—sucking on the curve of my breast hungrily. He reached for the button of my pants, as I placed my hands on his chest. This is so wrong. Ashton would be so hurt. I pushed him away, and he hesitantly stopped and pulled away. “What?” he asked.

        “I can’t do this. This is so wrong, Luke.” I began, shooting straight up off the ground. “Are you sure about that, (Y/N)? Because you seemed like you were ready just a second ago,” Luke retorted, standing up too. I heard a car start to pull up in the driveway. Ashton. Oh. My. Fuck. 

        I quickly adjusted my shirt and buttoned all the buttons back up. “You need to leave Luke. Now,” I shut the laptop, running to the mirror to check myself. He leaned against the living room door frame, looking at the front door. I stood up straight and rushed to the door as Ashton turned the knob. “Hey Ash,” I welcomed, a bit too quickly.

        His eyes scanned over me, and then at Luke. He raised an eyebrow, then dropped it. “…Hey babe.” His eyes glaring at Luke’s a bit. “Luke.”

        Luke nodded his head, looking back to me. There was an awkward silence, and Ashton pulled me in for a hug. I hugged him back, smelling the fresh application of deodorant and cologne after his practice. I peered over his shoulder to look at Luke, who was glaring daggers into my eyes. Please don’t, I mouthed to him. Ashton pulled away, inspecting my face, which only made me more nervous. “Are you okay (Y/N)? You seem distracted.” I nodded fast, smiling a convincing smile. “Yeah, totally.”

        “So you guys could continue what you were doing. I’ll just wait until you’re done. I nodded, walking into the living room. Luke grabbed my wrist, pulling me back towards him, and pressing his lips against mine. I pushed at his chest to get him off, and Ashton rushed over and shoved him off me. “What the fuck?!” he exclaimed, grabbing the collar of Luke’s shirt and raising his fist to punch him. Luke stood there with a smirk plastered on his face—no worry in any of his features. “What? You said to continue what we were doing..” he said smugly. Ashton’s features read confusion until they relaxed and looked over to me. His body language was tense and angry, but his green eyes looked darker. “What is he talking about?”

        Luke pushed himself out of Ashton’s grip, and walked over to me. He stood behind me, ripping open my shirt once again. I instantly tried to cover myself, my hands trying to cover any exposed skin. As Ashton registered the hickeys, his eyes got to a dark emerald that almost looked black from where he was standing; his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles were white. He marched over to me, pulling me close against his chest. “You let him do that to you?”

-End of Part 1-