Luke Hemmings Imagines

Rough Night

You opened your eyes slightly, the bright sunrays flooding your room as you recount what had happened last night. The boys were really bothered by you and Luke last night since the two of you couldn't get your hands off of each other. When they finally left, your gropings and kissings went far. It was a pretty hot, steamy night, resulting to you leaving a lot of red marks and scratches on Luke's back and arms.

You snuggled closer to Luke, quietly letting out an "aw" as you saw him in his peaceful state. You left a small kiss on his lips, his cold lip ring sending shivers down your spine. His eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, and you blushed. "Last night was pretty rough, my back still stings a bit from all your scratches," he added. You giggled.

"Let's go downstairs?" you suggested, as you stood up and offered your hand out for him. He took him and you pulled, almost loosing your balance as he held your waist. You blushed once again. You haven't noticed the lack of clothing between you two, as you tensed up. Luke let out a chuckle.

"Dress up or I'll take you on here," Luke teased.

"Shut up," you said.

You put on some clothes, and threw Luke a pair of boxers he left when he stayed over a few days ago, and a pair of black sweatpants too big for you.

Hand in hand, you went downstairs, surprised when you saw Michael sprawled on the couch, Calum on his phone, and Ashton making a Vegemite toast in the kitchen.

Michael looked at Luke and sniggered, then whispered something to Calum, making him look up from his phone and to Luke.

"Damn! Ashton, you might wanna come over here," Calum said, Michael practically rolling on the floor.

"Erm- what's up with you guys?" Luke asked, frowning.

Ashton walked over, Calum and Michael saying something in his ears. Ashton looked up at the both of you and chuckled.

"How was your night?" Ashton asked, smirking as he did so. "I'm guessing it was pretty wild, huh? Judging Luke's scratches." Calum snorted, as you looked at Luke. Damn, his torso was covered with scratches. Your scratches.

"Shut up," you said, pointing your finger at them. You proceeded to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, cereals and your milk, and ate your breakfast. You could still hear the Michael, Calum and Ashton teasing Luke about this scratches.

"Luke got laid!" Michael yelled, making Calum and Ashton clench their stomach due to laughing so hard.

"Shut up, Michael. You're just jealous I got laid." Luke retorted playfully. You finished eating, and left the bowl on the kitchen sink when you heard Ashton call your name. You went to the living room, seeing Luke has his arms crossed, and the three others smirking and such. Luke patted his lap, signalling for you to sit there, and he wrapped his arms on your waist.

"Babe, they're making fun of me." Luke said, pouting. You shook your let out a small chuckle.

"Luke, your scratches-" Michael wasn't able to finish his statement when all you, including Luke, erupted with laughter.