Bc I'm forever waiting for Luke to be willingly shirtless all the time and thus this idea was born
You and Luke have been dating for a while now and you've been bugging him to go to the beach. You decided to show up at his house in your brand new bikini, and refuse to take no for an answer. You knock on the front door to the house him and the rest of the boys share and wait for it to open. As soon as it does, you see Luke standing in the doorway, "Gee, I wasn't informed of a gorgeous girlfriend coming over today." He greeted with a small smirk. You smile, "I'm surprising you." You comment.
He grabs your hand and pulls you inside, "What's up?" He asks obviously hinting at you showing up without prior notice. "We're going to the beach today." You inform him. He just looks at you and blinks, "Can't we just cuddle here instead?" He suggested. You shook your head and dragged him upstairs to his bedroom to get changed. "But y/n paparazzi and fans will be there. With their cameras." He pointed out.
"Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?" You ask him with a hint of hurt in your voice. He quickly takes both of your hands in his, "Of course not. It's just..." He starts but then looks away from you. "What?" You encourage him to tell you. "It's just I don't like being shirtless in public. I'm not buff like other band members out there. I'm just a scrawny blonde boy that's the size of a giraffe." He spoke.
You shook your head in disbelief, "Luke I think you're hot as hell." You said while stepping closer to him. "You can't say that for certain because you've never seen me without a shirt on, babe." He chuckled. Which was true. You've never actually seen him shirtless before, but that didn't stop you from wanting to. "Then let me." You said simply before reaching for the hem of his shirt. He shook his head no and pushed your hands away, "Babe noooo." He pouted.
You kept trying, which resulted in you two battling it out on his bed and laughing so hard your sides hurt. You climbed onto his lap and straddled him as he leaned up. You bent down and planted your lips on his neck softly. You heard him moan slightly once you found his sweet spot, "Y/n." He breathed. You felt his palms press into your hips as your lips traveled down to his collarbone.
Once you hit the skin exposed from his tank top on his chest, you brought your eyes to look up at him, "You don't have to be insecure, Lukey." You remind him. He squirmed beneath you and tilted his head, "I just don't want to disappoint you with my nonexistent abs." He joked. You playfully roll your eyes at him and tug at the hem of his shirt. He finally let's you remove it, tossing it to the side. You run you hands along his chest and stomach, "Like I said," you start before dipping down and leaving a trail of kisses down his torso. You bring yourself up to his lips, "You're hot as hell, Lucas."
