luke hemmings - smut & blurbs

#4 / nerd!luke

writer: monicahoranxoxo.tumblr.com

i suddenly forgot about this book hhhnnnggg sorry

You had needed a tutor for so long, but you're university student. You don't have the money to afford a tutor, let alone pay for rent. You lived alone in the small flat located on campus, but you're best friends with the boy next door. Michael. He was a music student that was passing his course with flying colours and you wished that you had gone into music instead of the double degree of Cooking and Teaching.
You often went over to his flat to crash and have a couple of drinks and tonight was no exception. You needed something, anything to get through the day you had. You only had two classes, but they were your least favourite. Every second day you had teaching classes and today was that day. You had to pass this next test, or you could kiss your dream of being a teacher goodbye. You knew that you should be studying right now, as the big test was only a month away, but you needed Michael's hugs and beer.
You lay on his couch, pathetically pouting ad sipping from the bottle in your hand. Michael came in, holding a bowl of chips and sat down right next to you, putting his feet up on your lap. "It's alright! I' sure that you'll pass." Michael said, hoping to make you feel better, but really you just felt worse.
"Unless you can somehow pull a masters degree of teaching tutor out of that multi coloured hair dyed brain of yours, then really nothing can help." You say and Michael falls silent, something that catches your attention, as Michael is never quiet unless he's around new people, or really thinking hard on something. You sit up and study his face that is currently creased into a frown whilst he bites his bottom lip. Yup, he's thinking, and right now, you're worried about what it is, as it takes all his attention.
"Nope, but I can pull his number from my black book." Michael says after a while, making you look up at him with wide eyes. The punk rocker, Michael Clifford had a Teaching Degree Tutor in his address book? This boy just kept getting more and more interesting. You nod your head and he moves from the couch to the telephone to pick up his black leather bound book and flip through the pages until he stops at the needed name. You didn't register that it was a boy until he handed you the blue slip. "He's an old friend." Is all Michael said as you studied the blue slip of card that Michael had placed in your hands.
Luke Hemmings
0415 838 208
That's it. No address, not even a P.O Box I guess this was the best you had so you downed your beer, hugged Michael and fled his flat to run back to yours and call this mystery friend. You didn't mean to be rude, but you wanted to start as soon as possible. You definitely weren't expecting to hear the voice that came through the receiver. It was deep, but not as deep as your Father's voice. It was smooth and relaxing and you wanted to talk to him for hours.
"Hello?" He sounded as if he had just woken up, you look up to the wall clock, 10:30pm. Early sleeper?
"Uh-Hi. Is this Luke Hammings?" You said, cursing yourself for sounding so meek and scared.
"Yes it is, but it's Hemmings. Luke Hemmings." He chuckled into the phone and your stomach flipped.
"Sorry, Michael's handwriting is shit." You said, laughing back into the phone, cursing your emotions.
"Ah, one of Michael's friends, what can I do you for." Immediately he sounded more awake than ever.
"I was wondering if you could tutor me in a Teaching Degree. I'm failing and I need to pass this next big test or I can kiss that dream away." You said dramatically, hitting the back of your head when you said it.
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and you were sure that Michael had his contacts mucked up and you just sounded like a complete idiot to this guy that sounds really hot. "Sure! When are you free?" He said, sounding as if he was now professional and talking to an important client.
Truth be told, Luke had just got out of bed and walked into his kitchen to sit at the bench where his planner/diary was. "I don't have any classes tomorrow. Maybe 11am?" You said, biting you lip, hoping that he could come. You really needed someone and fast. Did that sound as desperate as it was?
"Sounds good, let me just write it in my diary and I'll see you tomorrow. Where are you staying? Oh, and I need your name." Luke chuckled at that. "It would help if I had that information, if I was to tutor you." Luke said, an air of confidence and professionalism about him, making him sound even more appealing.
"I'm (Y/N), (Y/L/N) and I live in the school apartments, floor 8, room 201." You said, not caring that you just gave your address and name to a complete stranger, but it was a helpful, cute stranger.
"Ah, right next to Michael. I live on floor 3." Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of Luke being five floors below you right now. Wait, I thought Michael said he was a graduate.
"Michael said that you were a graduate. What are you still doing on campus?" You said, hoping to not sound as if you were prying into his personal life. Maybe he was struggling? Or extracurricular studies?
"I am doing a part time diploma of Psychology." Now it made sense. "I'll see you tomorrow at 11. (Y/N)" Luke saying your name like that sent a rush of butterflies through your stomach. What the hell was that, you think, hanging up the phone? The tone of his voice when he said your name. Was he flirting? You brush it off as being your imagination and quickly get yourself ready for bed and sleep lightly, worried about meeting this mystery person for the first time.
*Next Morning 11am*
You had just finished putting out your text books when a light rapping at your door caught your attention. Well, that's a good sign, he's true to his word as the digital clock on your wall just turned 11am. You walk quickly, yet confidently across the small living room to the front door and pull it open to revel a young man, a little bit older than you in a dark green shirt that's buttoned up to the top, blonde wispy hair that's short enough to only need attention to stick up straight in the front and black rimmed glasses that he's so far pushed three times up the bridge of his nose. Four times. Nervous habit?
He was stunning. Usually you passed people in the yard that looked like this and didn't give them a second glance, but Luke was something different. He was tall and slim, but not anorexic. You weren't sure whether he had anything hiding under his shirt, which was one size too big, but it looked cute. He cleared his throat as an indication of you staring and not letting him in. You step aside and let him in.
"Nice place." He says, as if he hasn't seen the exact replica of his flat. "Where do you want to study? (Y/N)." There he goes again, saying your name like that. Like he's flirting. This time, you knew that he meant it. You looked at him and you felt yourself blush.
"On the-I mean, at the table." Luke turned away from you, but you could still hear his light chuckles at you almost saying that you wanted you and him on the table. Just walk over and don't say anything unless he asks you something.
"So what are you stuck with?" This was going to be a long day.
*Two Hours Later*
You didn't realise how much time had gone past until Luke took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes. He looked even better when he did that. Throughout the day, the two of you talked and bonded over the two hours that Luke had been here, talking about Michael, music and of course, teaching. Luke made teaching easier and fun. He brought over cue cards and a bag of popcorn. Each time you got an answer right, or solved a "situation in the classroom" appropriately, Luke tossed you a kernel of the salty treat, aiming to get it in your mouth, but failing 90% of the time.
You had a lot of fun today and you knew that Luke had helped you to retain information that you didn't even know of. You felt as if you had known Luke for years and as you took his glasses that were laying on the table you didn't think twice before slipping them on and tapping Luke on the shoulder. His face comes out of his hands and his eyes widen when he looks at you. Your hair up in a ponytail, but wisps of your hair frame your face as the black rims of the glasses brigs out the colour in your eyes making Luke gasp at how beautiful you look wearing his glasses. Luke realises that he's staring, so he tried to cover it with a light laugh, but you saw how his eyes darkened with lust.
*Luke's POV*
I couldn't help but gape at her appearance. She looked - well - she - I can't put into words what she looked like. Yes she was beautiful with her long hair and her eyes, that no matter where you were, always shined, but when she put my glasses on and smiled that smile that made her nose wrinkle and crinkles by her eyes appear, I couldn't help but think of what she would look like underneath me, wearing those glasses as I pull delicate whimpers from her mouth, making her gasp and pull on my hair.
I wanted to touch her skin, make it rise with goosebumps as I brush down her thighs before making her arch off the bed when my tongue ghosts over her clit. I wanted her nails to rake down my back as I push harder and faster into her, all the while her hair is fanned out on the pillow and the glasses are pushed up on her face. I wanted to watch her push the glasses up the bridge of her nose as she took me into her mouth. I wanted her mouth, her body. I wanted to kiss her soft lips and hear my name fall from them.
I realised that once again I was staring, but instead of blushing and pulling away, I cursed under my breath and did what I never thought I would do. "Fuck it!" I say before lunging forward and locking my lips with hers. I hear her gasp into the kiss, feeling her mouth open I take the opportunity to lick into her mouth, tasting her. She tasted of the popcorn I fed her. My hand snuck around to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. When she finally responded and tangled her tongue with mine, I couldn't help but let out the grunt from the back of my throat. As quickly as I had kissed her, she straddled me on the chair.
*Your POV*
We broke apart momentarily to breathe, but we didn't once break eye contact. You quickly tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails softly digging into his scalp making him growl as you push your lips together. He grinds his hips up, causing friction on our clothed crotches making you moan into the kiss. He stands up, holding the bottom of your thighs to support you and place you down on the table. He's quick to pull away from the kiss so that he can pull your shirt over your head. You try to unbutton his shirt before getting frustrated and pulling it open. The sound of buttons flying across the floor is muffled by your breathy laughs at your frustration and eagerness. "Eager?" He says, arching an eyebrow at you.
The only response he gets is you popping the button on his jeans open and lowering the zip. At this point in time, he's harder than he's ever been and when you sneak your hand into his boxers and wraps around his hard cock, he involuntarily buck his hips forward into your warm grip. He bucks up a couple more times before he pulls your bra off and suck hard on your nipple making your grip loosen, giving him control again. He licks around the nipple, teasing you, before pulling the sensitive skin between his teeth. Both of your hands find their way to his hair, pulling harshly at it making him grunt at the slight pain. This caused a vibration to ripple through your body as you arched into his mouth. He kept sucking, swapping between the two occasionally, until you leaned your forehead against his shoulder and whimpered a 'please fuck me!'
He couldn't stop myself after hearing the lust and desperation in your voice. He made quick work of stripping you from your pants and panties and himself of his boxers. He had to have a taste. He knelt down, much to the disappointed whine that left your lips, and pulled your legs apart. He could see how wet you were, you smelt sweet and he couldn't help but lean forward and lick a long stripe up your slit. You tasted as you smelt. You shuddered and bucked your hips towards his face as he sucked on your clit. He pushed two fingers into you and started pumping them quickly, your hands pushing his face more into your dripping pussy.
He moved away, taking his fingers out of you as he pulled you off of the table and turned you around. What he doesn't see is you licking your hand and reaching around to grab him. He doesn't realise what you've done until you're pumping him furiously, the wetness and heat of your hand making this whole thing more erotic. He slaps your arse lightly silently telling you to stop knowing that a couple more pulls and he would be cumming over your back and arse. He bends you over the table, ignoring the crumpling of the paper below you, he pushes into you, torturously slow. You moan lowly as your head hangs as he continues to push in until he's all the way inside you.
"Please, faster." You say, looking back at him over the glasses. You watch as his eyes darken and you know just what will push him over. You slowly moves your hand up to push the glasses that have fallen down, up your nose. He groans and pulls out of you nearly all the way but slam back into you making you scream out. He continues this action, pulling out slowly and then slamming in quickly. This makes you weak and you shudder each time he pulls out from the intense pleasure, as both you and him are very sensitive.
"Luke. God, you're so big." You moan, biting on your bottom lip, something that drives him crazy. He can't hold this speed any longer. He picks up the speed of his pumps, constantly pushing and pulling in and out of you making you scream out and dig your nails into the table. God what were you doing to him? He didn't do this. He's the stay at home, don't date, homework each night person. He doesn't just push a random girl that he's met that day up against the dining room table and fuck her brains out.
You tightened around him and his thrusts stuttered a bit there at your tightening walls. "God! Do that again." he says, leaning over to growl in your ear. You moan as your response and contract around him again. Luke throws his head back and pumps his hips faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin and loud moans and grunts fill the room. "I'm so close, fuck (Y/N), so close!" He says, grabbing your hair and pulling you back into him. "Cum for me (Y/N), scream my name." At his words he thrusts once more into you twice as hard and you cum, your walls clenching around him and your whole body shuddering. Luke cums straight after you, shooting his load deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, panting hard.
After a while, Luke stands up straight and fixes himself before helping you up off the table and helping you to put your clothes back on. "Luke I-" You were cut off by Luke's lips pressing against yours. You pulled away from each other and Luke just cupped your face in his hands.
"Thank-you (Y/N). I'll see you tomorrow at 11." He says, before grabbing his glasses, sliding them back on his nose, kissing you on the cheek and walking out the front door with a blushing smile. The only thought running through your head at that point in time was how hot he looked wearing his buttoned up shirt, glasses and his perfect hair tousled by your hands. You couldn't wait for tomorrow's study date.