Luke//Babysitter Y/N smut (requested)
Okay so I’m another new writer for this blog, I’m Shannon and this is my first post here, hope y'all enjoy! :)
“Are you sure you don’t mind watching Sam for the whole weekend, Y/N?” Mrs Hemmings asked over the phone. “I know that you’re young and would probably much rather go out.”
“Of course it’s fine! I love watching Sam, he’s always brilliant for me and I’m sure he’ll enjoy having me there for the whole weekend,” I laughed, holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear to wipe down the counters. My lectures were done for the week and I wanted my apartment to be clean if I was going to be staying at the Hemmings’ for the weekend.
“Oh Y/N, you’re a star! You’ll be able to get here early tomorrow morning right? We’re leaving at nine.”
“That’s no problem, Liz! I can get there for eight thirty.”
“Brilliant. Thank you so much sweetheart! I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I ended the call and placed my phone on the counter, letting out a deep breath and put my hair into a messy bun. I glanced around the room, the kitchen was clean and the lounge was clean, so I put my phone in my back pocket and headed upstairs to pack all my stuff for the weekend. I didn’t need to take much, mainly just underwear, makeup and my toothbrush. Liz always let me use the washing machine if need be and anything else I may need to use, so I wouldn’t have to take much clothes with me. I grabbed two pairs of leggings out of my drawers, two tank tops from the wardrobe, which were Iron Maiden and Slayer, a few pairs of underwear and socks and placed them all in my rucksack. I glanced at the time on the digital clock, 10:36 p.m. Deciding sleep would be good, I shimmied out of my jeans and slipped my bra off, plugging my phone on to charge and climbed under the covers. I heard the faint buzz of my phone so I checked it.
1 new text: Liz Hemmings, 10:41. Just a warning, Luke will be there all weekend. I’ve told him to make sure he behaves but you know what he’s like. See you tomorrow Y/N.
I groaned, dealing with Luke Hemmings all weekend is not something I’d like to do with my time. For some strange reason he does not like me one bit, and hates seeing me in his house. Well, he’s going to have to man up and deal with it.
“Have a lovely trip guys! We’ll see you Monday morning! Bye!” I held Sam in my arms as he waved at his parents, smiling at the blue eyed boy. He was always so pleasant, rarely difficult. I shut the door once they’d pulled out of the drive and looked at Sam. “What do you want to do now?” I asked.
“Spongebob!” He shouted excitedly, wiggling out of my arms and running into the lounge. As I started following him I heard the sound of the toilet flushing upstairs and groaned, it was far too early to deal with Luke. I sat on the sofa next to Sam and his favourite monkey teddy and watched the TV, but I was listening intently for Luke. He walked into the living dressed in nothing but joggers riding low on his hips and I rolled my eyes.
“Ugh, you’re here already,” he commented.
“That I am,” I replied dryly, not taking my eyes off the yellow sponge on the screen.
“Marvellous,” he added sarcastically, walking past the sofa to go to the kitchen.
“I’m hungry,” Sam mumbled. “Can you make me some pancakes please?”
“Of course petal.” I patted his head as I got up, slipping my phone into my bra and heading to the kitchen. Having been babysitting for Sam for two months, I knew where everything was and exactly what he liked. Opening the cupboards I began collecting the ingredients while I felt Luke’s eyes burn holes into the back of my head.
“Why do you have to be here?”
“Because I’m looking after Sam, which is something I rarely hear that you do,” I replied. I wasn’t in the mood for him this early.
“Don’t be so harsh, Princess.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. He knew how much I hated pet names, but never failed to use them to get under my skin.
“I’ll stop being harsh when you stop being a dick, Luke.”
“Touchy. Maybe if you weren’t a major bitch then I wouldn’t be a dick to you,” he snapped. I turned around, raising an eyebrow.
“Please inform me on how I’m a major bitch.”
“You just are. You’re a bitch, simple. And I bet you don’t even listen to Maiden.”
“Not that it’s any of your business but Maiden are my favourite band. Tell me, Luke, if I didn’t listen to them then why have I seen them live twice?”
I smirked at the silence that followed, using the spatula to get the pancakes out of the pan and onto the plate, spreading Nutella over them and slicing some strawberries to put on the side: just how Sam likes them. I took the plate into him then returned to the kitchen, where Luke was now sat on the counter.
“Don’t show off, it’s not attractive. Then again, you aren’t attractive anyway so it doesn’t matter.”
I bit my tongue, I refused to cause a scene with Sam in the lounge. It’s not exactly fun when someone comments on your appearance and tells you that you aren’t attractive. Oh how I’d love to wipe that smirk off Luke’s face.
“Prick,” I muttered under my breath, putting everything back in its place.
“What was that, Princess?” Luke muttered from behind me, his hands leaning on the counter each side of me. That boy really knew how to get under my skin.
I watched as he gripped the counter tighter, his knuckles turning slightly white.
“Watch your words, Princess.” Luke spoke lowly, leaning his head forward to whisper in my ear. Oh boy, this was going to be a long weekend.
“Come on, Sam, it’s bed time!” I smiled at the small boy who was curled up on the sofa, his eyes droopy.
“M'not tired,” he mumbled. I let out a giggle, scooping the boy up and carrying him upstairs. He nuzzled in to my shoulder, one hand holding his teddy and the other hand curling into a fist so he could suck his thumb. Thankfully he was already in his pyjamas so I could just place him in bed and leave him for the night. As I passed Luke’s room I could hear his music playing and I made a mental note to ask him to keep it down. I looked around Sam’s room, he had lots of Scooby Doo posters and his toys were all placed on a shelf, the floor completely spotless. For such a young age he did not like mess, and always spent a good hour cleaning his room everyday without even being asked. He’d had a long day and I’m not surprised he was as tired as he is. I decided it would be nice to take him out for the day, plus it meant I would not have to be around Luke for a few hours. So after Sam had eaten breakfast, he went up to get dressed and I began making him a packed lunch, as Luke had retreated back upstairs for the day. I took Sam to the park, bought him ice cream and took him to choose some new colouring books and pencils. He seemed to have really enjoyed himself. Once he was settled in bed and fast asleep, I quickly decided to send a text to Liz.
To: Liz Hemmings, 20:39. Hi Liz, Sam is in bed and sleeping. Everything here is fine and I hope you’re enjoying yourself.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket and left Sam’s room, closing the door but leaving a gap so the light outside would provide enough light in his room in case he woke to go to the toilet. I stood outside Luke’s room, taking a deep breath before knocking. I waited patiently, biting my lip before knocking again. Either he was blatantly ignoring me or he just hadn’t heard me, so I knocked once more before grabbing the handle to open his door. Luke was sat on his bed wearing nothing but boxers, his Xbox controller in his hand and his phone plugged in to his speakers. He still hadn’t noticed me.
“What?” He somewhat snapped, pausing the game and looking at me with annoyance. Suddenly I got really defensive.
“I was just gonna ask if you could turn down your music, Sam’s in bed and I don’t want to disturb him.”
“Oh,” he mumbled, pulling out the aux cable from his phone so the music silenced immediately. “Sorry, I didn’t realise the time.”
“It’s fine,” I breathed out deeply, standing awkwardly under Luke’s gaze. I stayed for a few moments before turning around to leave.
I froze, standing still in my half-turned around position. I heard shuffling from behind me so I glanced over my shoulder to see Luke sitting on the edge of his bed putting his joggers back on. “You don’t have to leave, Y/N.”
I must’ve looked confused because he let out a chuckle before standing up and making his way over to me. His hand gently touched my arm in a comforting way, although it had the opposite affect. Luke furrowed his eyebrows.
“Why do you look so skeptical?” He asked, almost offended.
“Why are you being nice to me?” I countered.
“You make out like I’m horrible to you,” he trailed off, the almost offended look staying on his face.
“Well you usually are, Luke,” I sighed.
“Just stay for a while, please? I wanna hang out.”
“Why all of a sudden, Luke? I’m sorry but you’ve been nothing but horrible to me through school and uni, when you’re with your friends or when I’m looking after Sam, so why now?” I was getting worked up, and there seemed to be no way to stop it.
“I just- I don’t have an excuse for my behaviour, and I’m sorry. I want to make changes to my life and I thought I’d start by making amends with you.”
The sincerity in his voice made me do probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever decided to do, but no more than 10 minutes later we were sat on his bed with snacks and Netflix on the TV screen. I mean, it was either stay with Luke and have company or sit downstairs on my own and I knew which one I’d prefer, being alone is not one of my favourite things.
I wasn’t even entirely sure what Luke had put on, I was so exhausted from uni the past week and taking Sam out that I felt myself slowly shifting until my head was on Luke’s shoulder. He did something to my surprise then, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me in. It felt nice, it had been a while since I’d had someone to cuddle with. I wasn’t exactly the most social person and I didn’t go out much, so the only chance I’d have for cuddles would be if I was in a relationship, but my last one ended months ago and I was getting lonely, I just missed cuddles. And Luke seemed more than happy to provide them. I draped my arm over his hips and got more comfortable, Luke’s fingers tracing patterns on my arm. I let out a contented sigh.
“You alright?” Luke asked, his other hand coming to my chin to lift my face so I was looking at him. I’d never noticed how blue his eyes were before, they were like the ocean and I felt myself getting lost in them.
“Mhm,” I replied, still looking into his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed and he bit his lip ring, before muttered a ‘fuck it’ and leaning his head forward. His hand cupped my cheek and I responded immediately, moving my lips with his. As his tongue gently touched my lower lip, almost as if he was asking if he could continue, my hands moved up to his hair. He moved the hand that was cupping my cheek down to my hip and pulled me so I was straddling him. I let out a groan which he seemed to like, as his grip tightened on my hips and he pulled me into him more. I could see where this was going and I had no intentions of stopping it.
Luke let out a low moan as I bit his lip, and he grabbed my ass roughly to show how much he liked that, so I did it again. He pulled away and kissed along my jawline before moving down to kiss my neck. Placing open mouthed kisses until he found the spot that made me moan, and then he bit roughly. I tilted my head to the side and he continued to bite and suck, moans escaping my lips. My hips involuntarily ground down against Luke’s, a low groan escaping his lips once again. I repeated the action, smirking at the reaction I was getting out of him. His hands grabbed the bottom of my top and pulled it up over my head, immediately dropping his own head to bite at the flesh of my boobs that wasn’t not covered by my bra. My head dropped back and moans left my mouth, causing me to bite my lower lip not to risk waking Sam.
“Princess, you’re so hot,” Luke groaned, and as much as I hated it when he called me princess, in our current situation it did nothing but turn me on. I pulled at his top in a feeble attempt to remove it, thankfully he got the hint and pulled it off. Before I had time to comprehend what was happening he’d flipped me over so I was laying on my back and he slipped my bra straps off my shoulders. His head dipped down to kiss along my breasts as his hands pulled at my leggings, leaning away from me to completely remove them. Luke’s eyes scanned my body hungrily and he climbed off the bed to remove his joggers. My eyes stayed firmly planted on his body as I arched my back to unhook my bra, throwing it somewhere off the bed just in time for Luke to climb back to hover over me again. His lips met mine in a heated embrace, and the kiss was nothing short of sloppy and rushed, but neither of us cared.
“Luke I need you,” I moaned against his lips, feeling him smirk.
“Patience, Princess.” He smirked at me once more before kissing down my body until his mouth was hovering over the crotch of my lace panties, and the feeling of his warm breath made me shudder. He pulled my panties down my legs at an antagonising slow pace, placing his hands on my thighs and spreading my legs open so he could get where he wanted. He placed a gentle kiss on my clit before licking slowly, my hands finding their way to his hair immediately. Once he was sure I was going to keep my legs open he brought his hands up to grab at my boobs, causing me to arch my back. He sucked harshly on my clit, then moving down to lick my entrance, sliding his tongue into me. My grip on his hair tightened and I felt him chuckle against me.
“Mm Princess, you’re so wet,” he moaned. I couldn’t take anymore; I needed him. I pulled him up and pressed my lips against his own, moving my hand down to pull his boxers off. I managed to get them around his thighs before he pushed my hand away, grabbing himself and rubbing his head against me. He leaned down to press his lips against mine gently as he pushed himself in, capturing my moans in his mouth. He stayed still for a little while, letting me adjust to him. I was thankful for that, it had been such a long time since I’d gotten laid that I was filled with a feeling of discomfort for a short while.
“Fuck me, Luke,” I moaned once the discomfort had subsided and he responded immediately, pulling his hips back until he was barely in before slamming them forward, filling me entirely. Continuous moans left my lips as he pounded into me mercilessly, my nails scratching down his back. He let out little hisses of pain each time I dug my nails in particularly hard, but that just resulted in him fucking me harder. I bit down on my bottom lip to avoid making noise, but my attempt proved to fail. I wrapped my legs around Luke’s waist to allow him to get deeper which he seemed like, as he let out a loud groan. He kissed me roughly, his hands grabbing all over me, from my hips to my boobs to my face, then pulling my hair, then back to my hips. He moved his lips down to bite my neck again and I moaned loudly, my eyes clenching shut at him hitting my g-spot. I felt his thumb begin to rub my clit and I got breathless, panting quickly.
“Cum for me Y/N,” he ordered, quickening his pace until he pushed me over the edge. His thrusts got sloppy at the feeling of me releasing over him and I lifted my hips to change the angle slightly. He pulled back away from my neck, grabbing my hips and lifting me up even more. Each time he thrusted into me he pulled my hips towards him allowing him to get deeper. He fucked me hard until he got close, my moans urging him to finish, and he suddenly pulled out and pumped his length until he came, shooting his load over my stomach. I lay there breathless, eyes firmly planted on Luke’s post-orgasm face.
Luke collapsed next to me, grabbing a t-shirt off the floor to wipe me clean which made me giggle. He looked exhausted as he threw the dirty tee back on the floor and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. He placed a small kiss on my temple.
“Stay here tonight princess.”
