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Getting Back on the Saddle (Luke Hemmings fic)

Request: “Dirty fic about Luke Hemmings meeting y/n at a mutuals party?”

Summary: Luke Hemmings has just been cheated on, and is dragged to a party by the 5SOS boys who want to help him move on. While there, he meets Y/N and they have a drunken, bathroom therapy session. SMUT.

Word count: 3000+

The street lights were the only thing illuminating the darkened night as the members of 5SOS pulled up to a storybook style mansion in Beverly Hills. The house was quaint and picturesque, with arches and cobblestone walls gating it off. From the front yard and through the mumble of partygoers, Luke Hemmings could make out the song that was playing –When I Come Around by Green Day. Normally, he would be the first out of the car, rushing in with one of his bottles of the Crown Royal Rare Blue whisky that he had picked up in Canada while on tour. But tonight, he walked slowly, dragging his feet behind Calum, Michael and Ashton, bottle in a brown paper bag, checking his phone.

“Luke, hurry your ass up,” Michael said, turning around to face his mate. Calum and Ashton did so too.

“I don’t even want to be here,” Luke huffed, his mind elsewhere.

Last night he found out that his girlfriend of two years cheated on him. Getting home from a gig in San Francisco much earlier than planned, he saw the two of them, tangled together, covered in sweat on the couch in his house. The sight ripped at every inch of his coolness, a boiling rage trying to escape, but Luke did everything in his power not to throw his fists at the man or burn the couch –it wouldn’t make for good headlines, if caught. Instead, he told her she had an hour to get her things out of his house, then got in his car and disappeared to a treed hilltop in the valley to look out at the view and think. He had become accustomed to the betrayal and exploitation that came with his fame, but he thought she was different.

Tonight, he didn’t feel capable of being composed around Ashton’s friends from Los Angeles that he had never met. This was the last thing he wanted to be doing.

“C’mon, it’ll take your mind off things,” Calum said, lifting a beer to his luscious lips. “Forget about her and have fun tonight. Get back on the horse.”

“Yeah, find someone else to hop on your saddle tonight,” Ashton remarked, a proud grin on his face, as his two friends laughed. He patted Luke on the back and kept walking.

Punk music roared into their ears as they entered the navy blue front door into a bustling atmosphere. There were people everywhere; playing beer pong in the living room, flip cup in the kitchen and king’s cup on the deck. This would usually be Luke’s kind of night.

“Ash, you made it!” a brown-haired man shouted, walking through the crowd. He grabbed a hold of Ashton’s hand and pulled him in for a hug. “So, if you don’t have beer, I’ve got kegs set up in the backyard, help yourselves, and the bathroom is the second door on the left down the hall.”

Ashton grinned, and the three other boys nodded awkwardly, looking around to see if they recognized anyone.

“Luke, pong?” Ashton yelled over the music, making a throwing gesture.

“Nah, I’m gonna go make a drink or something. Maybe later,” Luke lied, adjusting the sheer white dress shirt beneath his black leather jacket.

Sensing his best friend needed him, Calum spoke up: “Mikey, you go play. I’m going to go make a drink too.” Ashton and Mikey nodded knowingly.

Luke walked straight through the house and to the back deck, aware Calum was following him. He stopped at an empty table and pulled his bottle out, grabbing a clean red cup from a stack. He poured the whisky in straight and threw it back.

“You don’t need to babysit me, go get drunk or something,” he said, whilst pouring another shot for himself. If he was going to get through tonight, he was going to need a few.

He started walking towards a large bonfire. Calum reaching around him, a red cup in hand as he walked behind.

“You scrounger,” Luke remarked, pouring some into both their cups.

They clinked their cheap cups and tilted their heads back, swallowing the strong booze.

Luke pulled out his phone again, checking for notifications. As much as he hated his ex for her actions, part of him was hoping she would leave a voicemail or a text or even an email expressing some regret for what she did, and what she had lost, but there was nothing. He lifted the elaborate bottle straight to his mouth, taking a huge swig.

“Sorry, mate. I’m just going to take that from you,” Calum said, grabbing a hold of it and examining the amount missing –too much. “If it’s any consolation, I never really liked her.”

Luke lowered the cup away from his mouth and grinned. “That would have been good to know before I started dating her.”

Calum laughed. “Well, I’m gonna go find that bathroom. Be back in five,” he said, handing Luke the whisky.

Luke put his phone back in his pocket. He looked to his left and right, but no one made eye contact with him or seemed interested in talking to him, either. He returned his eyes to the fire wondering why he agreed to come. The sweet buzz of intoxication coming on, he ran his fingers through his loose blond curls. With the sound of laughter approaching the fire, he peered up to find a group of girls standing across from him. They were all beautiful, but the one in the middle holding a bottle of tequila and wearing a white ACDC crop top, black frayed jean shorts and Chuck Taylors piqued his interest. She was swigging it straight and standing there awkwardly, the rest of the girls talking amongst each other –she looked just as out of place as he.

Her gaze met his across the tops of the dancing flames, neither breaking contact. Her red lips curving into a smirk as she walked over to a table with kegs on it. He sauntered towards her, his mind barely able to keep up with his feet. Maybe it was the buzz, but something about her was alluring.

“Unless you want to mix that tequila with watered down Coke, cheap beer or mystery stuff, there’s not much here for you, I’m afraid,” Luke said, pointing at each keg, whilst leaning on the table beside her.

She pulled her red cup away, put it on the table and turned her attention to him. “I’d have to disagree,” she responded, arching her brow, looking him up and down, and smirking seductively.

Luke felt a wave of heat come over him. “I’m Luke,” he said, extending a hand.

A million thoughts were running through his head. Was she just hitting on him? Did she smile at him and walk over to this table hoping he would follow? Did she want him like he wanted her? He didn’t know what to think, after all he was a little out of practice and she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. All that he knew was that her hot gaze and mischievous grin from across the fire had completely drawn him in.

“Y/N,” she replied, her soft, petite hand lightly gripping his. He could picture it touching him elsewhere.

“I take it you don’t know anyone here, either?” Luke asked, making conversation. He mentally slapped himself in the head for not coming up with something more crafty.

“Well, now I know you,” she responded, peering up at him from beneath her long black eyelashes; he was even more curious.

Luke extended his bottle and she clinked hers against his, before they both swigged a shot. He was alert, but definitely starting to feel the booze. It was a good thing, it helped him with his nerves, but it also magnified his desires.

“Lucky me,” he said with both brows raised. He imitated her from moments earlier, looking her up and down. When his eyes wandered back to her face, he saw her bite down on her lip.

She was about to speak, but a group of people walked over to the table, voices raised obnoxiously. One of the guys in the group dropped his drink and it splashed onto her top, staining the white with a red colour that also made it slightly translucent. Trying not to stare directly at her bareness beneath it –she wasn’t wearing a bra– Luke placed his hand on the small of her back and tilted his head in the direction of the house. She nodded.

When they got back inside, there was far more people than before. Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd to a small clearing against the kitchen island, which she leaned up against. His drunk hands scrambled through a kitchen drawer, trying to find a cloth. Once he did, he ran it under the tap, then tended to the stain.

One hand slightly underneath her shirt to pull it slack and the other gently rubbing at the stain, Luke could feel her soft skin and ab crack graze his knuckles. He felt goose bumps engulf her skin and his eyes instantly shot to hers. He instinctively put the cloth down and rested his hands on the counter, her in between them. Their faces were inches apart, but their heated gaze was doing all the talking.

Y/N wet her lips, looked down and then back up at Luke in an innocent manner, but he knew she was far from that. It made him crave her more.

She leaned in close to his ear. “Thanks for helping with my shirt.”

“I was prepared to take off mine and give it to you, so you wouldn’t have to walk around in a see-through shirt all night,” Luke answered honestly. He was just about to, but their skin connecting seconds ago had froze him in place.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” she said, brow arched and lips curled up playfully.

“Or you could take it off for me,” Luke whispered, moving in closer.

Y/N’s hands fumbled with the hem of his white dress shirt, as she peered from under her lashes. Luke couldn’t take it anymore, he tilted his head in the direction of the next room and she nodded. He had no idea where he was taking her, he just knew what he wanted and that he wanted it now.

She took his hand as he ambled through the crowd, eyes searching for a door or a room to take her to. Just as he exited the kitchen, he saw Ashton with a large grin on his face, and he knew why. Luke was about to roll his eyes and keep walking when Ashton pointed towards a bathroom. Mouthing, “thanks,” Luke continued out the front door.

As soon as the door was closed and the two of them were alone in the large dim lit bathroom, Luke closed the gap between them. Grasping Y/N’s cheeks with his hands, he slammed his lips into hers, pressing her against the pale purple wall. The flavour of agave in her mouth overpowered his rich whisky’s aftertaste, electrifying his senses. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth before she could even get in a breath. It was far from being a soft kiss, but it was hungry, fiery and lustful. There was heavy breathing and desperation in every movement. He had never wanted someone this much before; it was consuming him.

He picked Y/N up off the ground, her legs straddling his waist, and sat her down on the edge of the cold marble counter, causing her to tense. Her hands deep within his messy curls, he pulled his mouth from hers and anchored it to her ear.

“Take your top off,” he demanded, his tongue lightly gliding across her ear lobe and down to her jaw. He kissed his way down her neck, sucking on her collarbone, leaving behind a small red stamp of intimacy.

Y/N followed his orders, pulling her top over her head and tossing it to the floor. Luke shrugged off his leather jacket and Y/N undid the buttons on his dress shirt, throwing it off of him eagerly. Her hands went down to his belt buckle, but before she could get it undone, he had pulled them away.

“Lean back,” he demanded, his index finger popping the button on her black denim skirt. Y/N obeyed him and watched as he slid her skirt and lacy thong over her knees. He dropped down on his knees and positioned himself in front of her, his hands separating her thighs.

“Luke, what if someone walks in,” Y/N managed to mumble.

“Let them,” he purred, his eyes staring into hers as he lingered between her legs. He truly felt that way, too, and it wasn’t just the alcohol –he was engrossed.

Y/N’s back arched at the feeling on him hovering there, his warm breath teasing her. “Mm, please,” she let slip out.

Smiling to himself, he slipped his one hand down to her clit and rubbed it slowly, gauging her reaction all the while. Her body became entirely weak and her eyes shuttered. Seeing her at his mercy made him even harder.

“You’re so hot,” he said rubbing faster and receiving an eager moan. “You were teasing me back there, playing with my shirt and looking at me like that,” he said, his accent a sensual symphony in her ear. He rubbed Y/N again, “Now it’s my turn.”

Luke’s tongue began flicking her clit slowly, an excruciating tease. Y/N was entirely taintalized, desperately trying not to push his face deeper into her wetness while gripping his hair. He smiled against her knowing that she was helpless to his touch. He sucked hard on her clit, releasing to flick it, harder and faster than before. He spit on two fingers and forced them into her, continuing to push them in and out, as his tongue danced against her throbbing clit. His free hand held her breast firmly, occasionally taking her nipple between his thumb and index finger and gently squeezing it.

Losing control, fingers becoming numb and chills overtaking her body, Y/N bucked her hips forward and began moaning loudly. Luke paused licking, forcing his fingers inside and pressing them up against her g-spot.

“Fuck, just listening to you is going to get me off,” he whispered, continuing his rhythm.

Y/N head tilted back and her hands gripped Luke’s hair even tighter, her body clenching and her moans escaping rapidly, overwhelmed with euphoria –she was about to cum. All of a sudden, Luke’s hands slapped over her mouth and he paused his movement. A knock echoed against the door

“Anyone in there?” an obviously-drunk girl’s voice shouted.

“Occupied,” Luke shouted back, his lips just an inch from Y/N’s throbbing, wet, nearly-there pussy.

When there was no further response, Y/N pressed his face back into her and he continued, stiffened tongue gliding up and down in short, accurate strokes. And just like that, the sensation of cumming was back. Luke kept his hand over her mouth, as he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, spasming. She grinded her high out against his tongue, his eyes locked on her, as her muffled moans vibrated against the palm of his hand.

“Fuck me,” Y/N sighed, as his hand slipped away and she tried to catch her breath. She wanted to feel his thickness inside of her.

Luke rose up from his knees, unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans in one urgent swoop. Y/N licked her lips and looked at his long, thick manhood; it was everything you would expect for a man of his stature. His eyes watched hers as he lined himself up with her slot, both of them shuttering and exhaling as he slid in. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails gripping his back. His strong hands gripped her hips, helping her to balance on the edge of the counter. He pumped into her, slowly at first, taking pleasure in both of their bodies’ struggling not to implode. Picking up the pace, the head of his cock pounding deeply into Y/N, he ran his tongue along her ear lobe and lightly sucked. Her nails sunk even further into him, the slight pain causing him to increase his speed even more. Pumping in and out, deeper and harder, watching her eyes flicker and her mouth hang open, he felt himself climbing.

“You feel so good. I’m so close” Y/N half-moaned into his collarbone, burying her lips into it to suppress the loud cries fighting to escape her plump red lips. “I want you to cum in me,” she whispered, while sucking on the side of his neck.

Luke couldn’t handle hearing her pleas, the dirty words pushing him so close to the edge. Feeling her legs, wrapped around him, begin to tremble, her grinding motions grow anxious and the muffled sound of hastened moans in his chest, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He pumped hard, before slowing down, quietly moaning “fuck,” and filling her up with his warm cum. He sunk into here one last time, as they both relished in their climaxes, panting.

‘It was nice to meet you, Luke,” Y/N huffed, giving a wink and a smile.

Luke leaned in and kissed her lips, his movements sweet and gentle, as his hands settled on her neck and waist.

“Maybe we can meet each other again, sometime soon?” he responded, a smile on his face, as he helped her down from the counter and they both began getting dressed. Y/N nodded and bit her lip.

“We can’t find Luke anywhere,” Calum said, walking up behind Ashton with Michael. “Searched the whole yard where I left him.”

“We’re probably going to find him in the ditch outside, just pissed and having a nap,” Michael chirped, laughing at himself.

“Well, no. Actually, Mikey, it seems Luke has taken our advice,” Ashton said, proudly, leaning against a wall in the hallway, eyes glued to the bathroom door. He lifted a green beer bottle to his lips.

“No way,” Michael said, turning his attention to the bathroom as well. “Not in the bathroom?”

Ashton laughed, nodding and pointing, at Luke who has just emerged. Luke ran his fingers through his curls, and then stopped to wait for Y/N to exit behind him.

“Scandalous,” Calum remarked, amused.

Luke’s eyes searched the room until he found his friends discretely waving across the hall. He lifted his brows and smirked, genuinely feeling much happier than he did earlier. He wasn’t over his ex, it was too soon for that, but for the first time since he found out about her infidelity, she was the furthest thing from his mind.

 A/N: Here it is. I hope you enjoyed it. I loved writing it, so thank you to the Anon that requested this scenario. If you have anything you wish for me to write, hit me up with a message. xx