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i’ve had a lot going on, kinda just wanted to get uni done for the year before i did anything else but it’s done now! just handed in my last assignment
i went to the EAS london show on thursday! best thing i’ve ever seen ive never had so much fun and i was SO CLOSE to them!!
anyway i would love to come back and continue writing! do let me know if there’s anything specific you want but i should be getting something out in the next week or so
hii me again (I requested sun kissed, btw thanks it was soo good!), with a new luke req bc i love him. i think this one is a bit more vague, but well. shower sex. simple. would also appreciate a good oral (fem recieve) scene and being soo specific about height difference, bc tall king<3 thanks and have a nice day!
thank you so muchhhhh!!
i will definitely be writing this one but it will probably be a bit of a wait, i’m pretty busy in the next few weeks (i’ve gone home to be with family) sorry lovely
thank you for all the support guys i do appreciate it xoxo
(feel free to request anything else, i want loads to come back to)
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Ahhh the one u just posted was so cute!! Here's a random request just bc I love your writing!!! 💕
Luke fic/smut where he's your best friend and has been for a while, theres a lot of unspoken chemistry between you two. He's constantly in and out of relationships while you stay single waiting around for him, but eventually you get sick of waiting around so his current fling sets you up with one of her friends. You agree to go on the date and luke gets rlly jealous :p idk!!! sorry if this sucks, im not good at thinking of concepts.
Waiting
MDNI
Pairing: Luke Hemmings x afab!reader
Summary: you’ve been in love with your roommate, and best friend, for years. You finally get tired of waiting
Warnings: unprotected sex, kissing, swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, mentions of sex.
Word count: 3763
Author’s note: I loved this request, thank you so much! You’re so sweet 🥲 I got a bit carried away but oh well. I’m not sure how I feel about the build up to the smut, felt like it could have been better but it’s almost midnight here and I’m tired. Enjoy!
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Muffled moans ring through your ears, causing your eyes to snap open.
Your alarm clock was bright and irritating, informing you of the early hour that it was. 3:04am.
There’s a faint banging against your wall as the screams grow louder. You roll your eyes, turning in your bed to bury your face into your soft pillow in hopes of finding relief from the noises.
This wasn’t new to you. Your roommate, and best friend, Luke frequently had ‘visitors’ at horribly early hours in the morning.
You pretend it doesn’t hurt you, he’s a single and attractive man, it’s bound to happen. But you couldn’t help but feel the sharp twang in your chest every time he mentions a new girl, whether it be someone he spotted in the crowd or someone he met in a stingy bar down the road. You’re grateful for the confidence that fame has brought him, but it has its cons. Especially because he treats you like you’re the centre of the universe, always making you dinner and comforting you when you’ve had a bad day; he even went so far as to cancel a date that he was supposed to go on just to be with you one time.
You’d been living together for around a year, originally seeing it as a great idea for you both in order to save money, however, his recent late-night activities have grown in quantity, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it anymore.
The screams don’t stop.
You huff dramatically and throw your duvet off of your body, a cold chill casting over you that you barely notice as you storm towards his room.
Your bare feet stomp across the hardwood floor of your apartment, most likely causing distress towards your downstairs neighbours. Sharp knocks are rattled onto Luke’s bedroom door, your irritation obvious.
“Would you shut up!” You yell into the darkness, hoping he hears you over the deafening squeals coming from the girl he’s currently on top of. The thought makes you cringe. “I am sick of hearing this shit!”
You hear clambering through the door, the screams finally stopping. After a beat, the door swings open to reveal a disheveled Luke, blonde hair sticking out in all sorts of directions. He looks beautiful, standing in front of you in just his underwear, eyes glossed over.
“Sorry… I thought you were asleep…” he mutters quietly, sounding almost embarrassed as he rubs his chin with his calloused hand, avoiding your eyes but admiring how effortlessly beautiful you look in your pyjamas.
“I was,” you huff before turning on your heel and stomping back to your room, not missing Luke’s defeated sigh as he rests his forehead against the doorframe.
You hear nothing for the rest of the night.
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At around 9am you pad into the warm kitchen, expecting it to be empty. Instead, you are greeted with the horrific sight of Luke wrapping his toned arms around what you assume is the girl from last night as she uses your stove. The smell of bacon and the sound of her giggles fill the small space as you stand helplessly in the doorway.
You clear your throat, announcing your presence as you quickly make your way to the refrigerator, shielding yourself from the horrible stares.
When you close the door, milk in hand, the woman waits for you with a wide smile, causing you to jump a little. “Hi! I’m Stella!” She sticks her hand out towards you, her perfectly manicured nails not distracting you from the sight of Luke’s band tee hanging off of her petite frame.
You hesitate before taking her hand and shaking it, introducing yourself quietly.
“It’s so lovely to finally meet you! Luke talks about you a lot,” she giggles, glancing back at him.
You follow her gaze; he’s now sat at the counter scrolling through his phone. His blue eyes snap up towards yours at her words. A faint pink dusts his cheeks as he struggles to think of a response.
“You guys must be really close,” she smiles as she turns back to the bacon frying on the stove, “I mean he just sounded so proud of you last night, was talking about all of the cool things you’ve done in the past year.”
“He was?” You bite back the smile threatening to appear on your face as you watch Luke squirm in his seat, dragging his hands over his face.
“No, I was not, I just mentioned your new job, that’s all,” a groan slips past his lips.
“But you said-”
“How about you let me finish that bacon and you have a shower? You’ve got a big day today do you not?” He interrupts her, turning off the stove and pulling her away from the kitchen and towards the bathroom.
After a few minutes, he returns to the room with his hand rubbing his forehead, “I’m so sorry about that, she’s exaggerating.”
“It’s fine,” you mutter, fiddling with the spoon in your bowl, suddenly losing your appetite. “You don’t usually let them stay for breakfast?”
“Oh, yeah, um…” he pauses, glancing at you, “I don’t know, it just happened,” he shrugs simply, like it meant nothing.
You nod, “is Stella gonna be here more often then?”
He coughs, choking on air as he turns to you, “uh I don’t know.”
You nod again, sighing as you stand up to dispose of your breakfast.
His eyes follow you as you chuck the food in the bin, “hey, let me wash that for you,” he gently takes the bowl from you as you approach the sink.
You look up at him, his tall frame towering over you, “oh its fine, honest-”
“I insist,” he gives you a small smile as he stares into your eyes with an unnecessary intensity.
You can’t help but notice the way his striking blue eyes flick down to your lips for a split second before snapping back up to your eyes. It causes a slight flutter in your stomach.
You notice your close proximity and clear your throat, backing away from him.
His brows furrow slightly, a flash of disappointment flooding through him.
“Thank you,” you return the small smile, reluctantly making your way back to your room.
A deep sigh leaves Luke as you disappear.
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A light knock sounds on your door.
Expecting Luke, you swing the door open quickly, only to be met with the grinning face of Stella.
“Hi! This may be weird but, like, I don’t have any clean underwear… do you think I could borrow a pair of yours?” She beams, acting way too casual about the situation.
You blink at her, not saying anything for a moment before nodding slowly. “Sure… um come in…” you open the door wider for her and step to the side.
She breathes a sigh of relief, stepping into your space like you’ve known each other for years. “Thank you so much, I owe you big time,” she glances around your room, a satisfied hum leaving her.
You nod, “um can I ask you a question?”
“Of course!”
“What exactly did Luke say about me?” You ask quietly.
She laughs, “I’ll be honest, when I met him, I thought you were his girlfriend with how much he spoke about you, the boy sounded in love, bit of a red flag but oh well. He just told me about your new job, how good at interior design you are, how you make him the best meals when he can’t be bothered to cook… it goes on.”
You take a deep breath at her words, turning to your drawers.
As you stifle through your clothes for a new pair of underwear for her, she speaks up.
“Hey, Luke also mentioned you were single, I’ve got an attractive friend that I can set you up with if you’d like?” She says, perched on your bed with the biggest smile she could muster with her perfect teeth.
Your head snaps towards her, nothing leaving your lips as you stare at her.
“I swear he’s attractive, let me find a picture!” She scrambles through her camera roll.
“Oh no you don’t have to do that, honestly,” you panic, rushing towards her as she pushes the phone into your face.
“See! He’s great, likes puppies and all that,” she beams, “his name is Adrian.”
You stare at the picture in stunned silence, he is attractive, you’ll admit that.
“He is good looking but I’m not really looking for anything at the moment,” you pass her the new pair of underwear that you managed to find.
She takes it without a second thought. “I get that but come on! Just give it a shot!”
You stare at her excited face, feeling guilty for this girl that you’ve just met. How do you explain that you can’t go on a date with her friend because you’re devastatingly in love with the guy she’s hooking up with?
You let out a defeated sigh, realising you can’t have your best friend anyway, “fine.”
She squeals, jumping up and pulling you into a tight hug.
You freeze at the contact, not knowing whether to reciprocate the gesture or not.
She pulls away looking relieved, “I’ll text Adrian and let him know, and then I’ll text Luke to tell you the details.”
You nod as she practically sprints out of your room, leaving the door wide open behind her.
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Hours later, Luke finds you curled up on the couch, phone in hand as the TV plays some random show in the background.
He smiles at the sight but quickly wipes it off of his face, entering the room with a slightly cold presence. “Why is Stella telling me about some guy called Adrian?”
You tear your eyes away from your phone to look at him. He’s stood in front of you; his arms crossed over his chest as he stares at you.
Your lips part, wanting to say something but not knowing what. Eventually you speak, “she um- she wants to set me up with her friend…” your throat feels dry, as though you’re betraying him in some way.
The words knock the wind out of him, like he’s been punched right in the gut. He uncrosses him arms and stares at you, completely dumbfounded. “You’re letting Stella set you up with one of her friends?”
You nod, feeling a bit shameful of yourself.
He rubs his hand over his face, “why?”
Your eyebrows furrow, confusion written all over your face at his annoyed tone. “Because I’m allowed to? I haven’t been in a relationship, let alone slept with anyone in ages.”
His face falls, “y-yeah but why… why that guy?”
“There isn’t really anyone else lining up for me,” it's your turn to cross your arms, letting them sit high on your chest as you grow irritated with him, “why do you care so much?”
“I just do…” he mutters helplessly, beginning to pace around the room.
“Will you just tell me what Stella said so that I know when I’m going on that date?” You roll your eyes at his state, finding his behaviour extremely hypocritical.
“You’ve never cared about relationships before, why are you so eager to find one now?” He questions, still pacing.
“Because I am tired of waiting for you!” You scream out, now stood up.
His eyes widen and he stills, staring at you in pure shock, “what...?” He whispers, almost as if he’ll scare you away if he speaks any louder.
“I’ve been in love with you for years, Luke and I didn’t want to fucking tell you because I was scared, scared of ruining whatever this is because you cannot fucking tell me we’re just friends. Not when everyone we’ve ever met assumes we’re a couple. I have to deal with you bringing a new girl home every other week and it crushes me every god damn time. I am done. I am done waiting for you. So, forgive me if I want to find someone who loves me enough to want to date me!” Tears fall freely down your cheeks as you finish, taking a deep breath.
He’s silent, processing your words.
“I get it, you can’t date me, don’t want to, whatever it is, just don’t-” you’re cut off by Luke’s lips on yours, his hands desperately holding your face.
You gasp into the kiss, eyes wide as you realise what’s happening.
After a beat, you return the kiss, letting your eyes fall shut. His hands slide down to the sides of your neck as he begins to walk you backwards, pressing you against the cold wall of your apartment. “I love you, I swear…I love you so much… I want to date you… want to give you everything you deserve,” he mutters against your lips between kisses, not wanting to separate even for a second.
You pull away reluctantly, “you do?”
He’s breathing heavily as he stares into your eyes, his pupils blown wide with love and something more intense. “Of course I do… all of those girls were distractions from the fact that I couldn’t have you, I thought that if I bragged about it, you wouldn’t think I was some loser… I didn’t know you were waiting for me.”
“I made it so obvious,” you search his eyes, glancing between them and his lips.
“I’m an idiot… I’m sorry…” he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, a sharp contrast to the previous one. “Please don’t go on that date… I don’t think my heart can take watching you be with someone else…” he practically begs, his hands sliding down to the curve of your waist, pulling your body closer to his.
“Only if you stop bringing girls round,” you mutter.
“Deal, from now on, the only girl who’s gonna be in my bed is you,” he grins.
You scoff, “we’re gonna be in my bed for the time being.”
He nods frantically, “fine by me.”
You grin and grip the collar of his shirt, roughly connecting his lips with yours once again.
He whines into the kiss, one of his hands travelling to your lower back, pressing you impossibly closer. He nibbles on your bottom lip, begging to deepen the kiss.
You part your lips for him, which he takes immediate advantage of and slips his tongue into your mouth, sliding it against yours. You moan helplessly against his lips and he practically melts. Moving both his hands to your thighs and successfully lifting you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist.
His hands now rest against your ass, gripping tightly as he carries you down the hall and towards your bedroom. He fumbles with the door handle, distracted by your mouth on his.
When he finally manages to open the door, he places you onto your soft bed and hovers over you, trailing his lips along your jaw and down to your neck, nibbling softly.
You moan softly, gripping his hair tightly between your fingers and pushing him closer to your skin.
He groans desperately at the action, muttering against your skin, “fuck, I need you so bad…” he sucks a dark mark into your skin, causing you to whimper.
“I need you too,” you moan.
His lips travel down your body, nipping at your collarbone as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, tugging at it softly. “Can I take this off?”
You nod without thinking twice.
He smiles and immediately tears the fabric off of your body, groaning at the Lacey red bar covering your chest. “Fucking hell… hope you weren’t gonna wear this for Adrian…”
You roll your eyes, “oh shut up and kiss me, will you?”
“With pleasure,” he connects your lips again, immediately pushing his tongue inside as he begins to grind his hips against yours, allowing you to feel his growing erection pressed against you.
You moan, tightening your legs around his waist, drawing him closer.
His fingers travel to your back, desperately fumbling with your bra clasp.
He’s successful eventually, freeing your tits from your bra and immediately attaching his lips to one of your nipples, bringing his hand to the other so that they’re both receiving attention.
You moan helplessly, throwing your head back against your pillow, “oh my god…”
He hums against you, switching to the other nipple as his free hand slides down your body and begins to fiddle with the button on your jeans.
You tug on his hair tighter, encouraging him.
He detaches himself from you reluctantly, swiftly removing his shirt before leaning back down to pepper kisses along your stomach. His fingers play with your jeans once again, looking up at you for permission.
You nod and he pulls them down your legs, revealing the underwear in your matching set. He whines at the sight and pushes your legs further apart, beginning to press deep kisses along the inside of your thighs.
“I need to taste you, please…” he whispers against your skin, looking up at you through his lashes, desperation written all over his beautiful face.
You prop yourself up on your elbows so that you can get a better view of him, breathing heavily as you answer him. “I need your mouth on me. Now.”
He nods and hooks his fingers into your underwear, removing the damp fabric from your body and tucking them shamelessly into his jean pocket. He’s straining against his own jeans, throbbing and painful as the material restricts him.
He lowers his head, peppering more kisses along your thighs as he gets closer to where you need him most. His breath fans over your heat and the sensation makes you whine, eagerly shifting your hips to get closer to his mouth.
He tuts, “stay still for me, love, I’ll give you what you need…”
Your huff turns into a desperate moan as he finally makes contact with your cunt, licking a bold stripe up your slit.
He eats you out like a man starved, kissing, sucking, and licking in all the right places. His nose nudges your clit occasionally and it has you a babbling mess. He brings a hand up to your entrance and inserts two fingers deep into you, curling them to hit your sweet spot.
He begins to rut against the mattress beneath you as he gets hungrier, sucking on your clit as he pumps his fingers rapidly.
You moan continuously, his name like a prayer on your lips. Luke is in heaven right now, watching his best friend, and love of his life, get off on his fingers and mouth.
“L-Luke… d-don’t wanna cum yet…” you gasp.
He pulls his mouth away to look up at you, his fingers not stopping their relentless pace, “what do you mean, sweetheart?”
“W-wanna cum on your cock…” you struggle to force out.
He moans at your words, immediately pulling his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and waiting.
He fumbles with his jeans, eager to get them off. He manages to pull them down, along with his boxers, his cock springing free and standing tall against his stomach.
You stare at him in shock.
He was big. Definitely bigger than anything you’ve had before.
He climbs over you once again, connecting your lips in a tender kiss as he slots himself between your legs. “Condom?”
You shake your head, muttering into the kiss, “I’m on the pill and I need to feel you… please…”
He groans and kisses you deeper, his eyebrows furrowing.
He positions himself at your entrance, pressing his forehead against yours as he breaks the kiss. He stares deep into your eyes, his full of love, “I love you so much…”
You smile, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as you whisper back, your hand cupping his cheek, “I love you too…”
He kisses you again, finally pushing himself into you at the same time.
You moan together, the feeling of him inside you overwhelming.
“God, you’re so tight,” he whimpers, sinking all the way into you.
You gasp, feeling completely full. The stretch is slightly painful, but the pleasure overrides it entirely, loving the feeling of having him so close to you.
He makes sure you’re comfortable before beginning to move. Dragging his cock through you like he’s waited years for this, which he has. Your walls cling tightly to him, and he can’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be right now.
You cling to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he pumps himself into you, growing frantic with his thrusts. He winces at the sting but moans, burying his face into your neck and whining helplessly. He hikes one of your legs higher on his hip, driving deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.
“Oh fuck, Luke!” You moan loudly into his ear, causing him to grip you tighter.
“Keep saying my name like that and I’ll cum right now,” he pants against your skin, attempting to hold himself back.
“It’s so good…” your eyes roll back as you moan continuously.
The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your combined moans. Luke has never heard something so beautiful is his life. God, he loves you.
“I-I’m so close…” you whine.
He moves one hand to rub your clit in tight circles, adding to the already intense pleasure that you were feeling. “That’s it, darling, cum for me…” he rasps, his thrusts growing sloppy as he approaches his climax, his cock twitching inside you.
You’re finally sent over the edge, arching into his chest and shaking through your orgasm.
He doesn’t stop, dead-set on dragging out your pleasure as much as he can. He’s so close.
“Please cum inside me,” you whimper, holding his face as you stare into his blue eyes.
He groans and thrusts as deep as possible into you, spilling his load inside you. “Fuck, oh my god…” he moans, kissing you eagerly as he stays inside you.
He pants as he recovers, resting his forehead against yours.
“Will you marry me?” He mutters.
A laugh spills from your lips, “bit young for that, darling.”
“Promise you’ll say yes when I ask you in a few years?” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, rubbing slow circles against your thigh as he slumps against you.
“I promise… stay in here tonight?” You pet his hair gently.
“Are you kidding? I’m gonna be staying in here every night,” he grins, giving you a sweet and tender kiss.
looove that the rpf community is alive and active but i am begging you to use the readmore function so that i don't have to scroll so much my thumb feels like it's going to fall off when i'm not in the mood to read it right this moment k thx love ur work 😘
i have no idea how to do that!! 😭😭i’m still new to posting on here so i assumed that it automatically did that im so sorry 😭
current era, luke and reader in a vacation trip, a bit of domesticity bc i love that shit. very clingy and cute let's say, beach theme, just a cute relax break. you can also add that reader went with a camera and is mockingly taking a video or photo of anything, including luke of course. after sun is hiding and the couple goes back to their cabin is where smutty part starts. i'll let that part up to you, just make it very erotical, that's good shit. afab! just in case. thanks for reading, have a nice day!
Thank you so much for this! I wrote this all in one day so it might be a tad shit but I hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻
Sun-kissed
MDNI!!
Pairing: Luke Hemmings x afab!reader
Summary: You and Luke on your honeymoon :)
Warnings: unprotected-sex, kissing, mentions of having kids (i think that’s it)
Word count: 1883
Author’s note: I think I got a bit awkward with the smutty part in this one, wasn’t really sure what to do but oh well, I literally started this right after I submitted my final uni assignment for this year! Wooooo she’s free now until mid-January.
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The high-pitched laughter of children runs across the warm atmosphere, accompanied by the crashing waves just a few feet away.
You and Luke lounge quietly under the relieving shade of your bright, patterned beach umbrella, his arms resting lazily around your middle as you lay your back against his chest, book in hand. The heated sand feels soft under your feet as you sigh.
Loving kisses are peppered across your shoulder and he mumbles against your skin “are we gonna be able to handle the screams when we have our own?”
You set your book down in your lap, your page saved with a blue and white bookmark that you came across in a market not far from the hotel and rest your hands over his on your bare stomach. “You’re thinking of having them already?” There’s a hint of surprise in your voice as you gently rub the back of his hand.
A small smile graces his lips as he lifts his head slightly, murmuring into your ear softly “of course I am. We’re on our honeymoon, plenty of time to practice.”
You gasp and playfully swat his hand, earning a chuckle from him, “what? It’s true!”
“All that bleach has gotten to your head if you think I’m getting pregnant on our honeymoon,” you laugh, turning your head to look at him properly.
“You never know when it’s gonna happen, sweetheart,” he grins, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose, “I think we’d make cute babies.”
“I don’t doubt that we will, but you’ve got tour stuff going on soon,” you lift one hand to rub against his jaw softly “barely enough time to prepare for a child.”
He groans playfully, “fine, whatever.”
Pulling you tighter to his chest, he whispers with a smirk, “we can still practice though.”
You roll your eyes in response and with no truth to your words, you mutter “you are not getting tickets to that show, but I love the enthusiasm.”
“You wound me,” he laughs heartily.
Removing your hand from his jaw, you reach beside you both and clamp your fingers around the chunky digital camera that Luke had bought for you as a wedding gift. You absolutely adored the idea of documenting your trip, this being your first proper break together in a while.
Lifting the camera up to face you both, you press your index finger against the record button, causing a red dot to flash in the corner of the screen on the other side. “Hello future children, your father here is holding me hostage and is begging me to have you right now.”
He gasps dramatically, “that’s your first message to them? Do you want them to think their dad is some villain?”
“If its true then it must be told,” you smile smugly, staring straight into the camera lens.
“I love your mother with everything in me. I would never hold her hostage, I swear!” He pleads to the camera with a large smile.
“Says the guy holding onto me so tightly I might suffocate,” you shove the camera into his face, turning around in his arms “look at that guilty face!”
He suddenly steals the camera from your grip, releasing you from his strong arms and flipping the camera onto you, “and look at that beautiful face, even better view,” the camera catches his quiet giggles as he watches your smile widen. The sun casts an ethereal glow over your skin and Luke couldn’t feel more grateful for his life than he does in this moment.
“Stopppp, you’re making me blush,” you bite your freshly manicured nail between your teeth, a huge grin gracing your lips as you stare at your husband.
“My favourite thing to do,” he beams, stopping the video and practically dragging you into his lap. He rests his hands carelessly on your thighs, the cold silver of his wedding ring pressing against your skin. “Wanna go for a swim?”
“Sure,” you smile.
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The sky is illuminated with pink and orange hues as you flip through the day's pictures on your camera, the corners of your lips turning upward as you rest against the headboard of your shared hotel bed.
A few pictures stand out to you, particularly ones where Luke is attached to you, like he needs to be touching you in any way in order to survive. One displays him planting a deep kiss on your cheek as you stand in front of a secluded café, his eyes squeezed shut. Another where his hand is clasped tightly in yours as you read your novel peacefully on the beach.
The sound of quick running water echoes around the room as Luke washes the left-over sand from his body. He had offered you to join him, but you had been insistent on scrolling through your photos before you started anything else.
After a while, the water stops and your husband steps out of the bathroom with a white towel hung low on his hips, water droplets running down his toned chest. Your attention is immediately pulled from your digital camera and forced onto the glorious sight before you.
“Hey, sexy,” you grin as he makes his way over to the other side of the bed, his feet padding against the hardwood floor.
He giggles like a schoolgirl, glancing at you briefly before kneeling down to his suitcase, “hey.”
“Why don’t you come and join me up here?” You pat the spot beside you on the bed, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
He slides a clean pair of underwear over his hips, narrowing his eyes with a playful glint in them. “Oh no, she’s got that look again, I’m about to die,” he laughs before dramatically dropping himself onto the soft sheets.
“Oh shush, I just wanted a kiss,” you said flirtatiously, leaning your head down so that your face hovered just inches above his.
“How disappointing,” his eyelids droop with a soft kind of love before closing the distance between you. A happy hum leaves his pink lips, and they twist into a smile, “is that a new lip balm?”
“Yes, thank you for noticing,” you respond before eagerly connecting your lips once again.
His brows drew together as the kiss deepens, your tongue running along his bottom lip as his hand comes up to rest in your hair.
You suddenly feel the soft press of the mattress beneath you as Luke moves above you, your lips still attached. “God, I love you so much,” his voice is husky with need as he breaks the kiss to trail kisses along your neck.
You whine softly, running your fingers through his blonde hair, still damp from his shower, “I love you more.”
“Not possible at all,” he mutters against your skin, pressing his lips firmly against you as he grows hungrier. His lips travel further down your body, softly nipping at your collarbone as his hands run over your thighs, determined to get between them.
Your breathing quickens as he makes his way down your body, keeping your eyes glued to him whilst he begins to remove your bikini bottoms. Frantically, he unfastens the ties on your hips and tosses the pair across the room, climbing back up your body with an intense need to kiss you.
“You’re so, so beautiful… I could kiss you all day,” he rasps against your lips, kissing you with all the passion and love that he could muster. One of his hands cups the curve of your waist whilst the other skilfully parts your legs, sliding himself between them.
Your hands travel down his torso, running along his abs to tug at the hem of his underwear, “want these off…” you whisper with a quiet desperation.
He nods, opening his eyes so he could bore them into yours, “y-yeah, yeah, I’ll take them off for you…” he hesitates as he leans back, almost as if it pains him to be apart from you even for a second, “anything for you, my love.” He pulls them down helplessly and immediately attaches himself to you again, his hands resting on your hips and his forehead pressed against yours as he breathes deeply. “I can’t wait, I’m sorry… I need to be inside you, baby, please…”
It’s your turn to nod, placing your hands at both sides of his neck as you place a sweet kiss to his lips.
With a gentle thrust, he pushes into you slowly, only stopping when his hips are finally flush against yours. You will never get used to the stretch, no matter how long you have been with him.
You let out a soft moan into his mouth, causing a groan to come from him as he peppers your face with kisses. Your nose, your cheeks, and your forehead all receiving his attention.
Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he begins to move, drawing his hips back before pushing forward again. Soft whimpers leave him, his pupils blown wide with lust, but more importantly, love. He wants to please you; wants to make you feel good.
“Faster, honey…” you breathe out, “please…”
He nods once again and adjusts his position, holding your soft thighs down against the bed as he increases his pace, setting a delicious rhythm. The sounds of skin against skin and your shared moans fill the room, creating a cacophony of love.
He leans down to connect your lips for what feels like the hundredth time that night, needing to express how deeply he feels for you. “My wife… my beautiful wife…”
Your mouth curves into a smile against his plump lips as he continues his frantic pace, running your fingers through his bleached hair, “your wife…”
He delivers a particularly harsh thrust, causing you to gasp and arch into him, his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. “Oh my god…” you moan with your head thrown back against the plush pillows.
“That good?” He laughs breathlessly, proud of himself for making you feel good.
You nod frantically as you look at him again, the hungry look in his eyes causing you to melt, becoming putty in his grasp.
Releasing one of your thighs, he brings a finger to your sensitive bundle of nerves, beginning to rub it in tight circles. “Come on baby, cum for me…” he whines.
You release a desperate whimper, your nails clawing at his back as he drives deeper and deeper into you, your walls tugging him in. His finger increases its pace, driving you over the edge.
A loud moan fills the room as you come undone around him, causing him to follow not long after. He lets out a deep groan, pushing as deep as he can inside you as white-hot spurts of his release floods your insides. “Fuck… I love you…” he mutters before collapsing on top of you.
“I love you too,” you pant into his ear.
He stays buried inside of you as you both catch your breath, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. You run your nails soothingly over his back as he relaxes in your hold, wrapping his toned arms around your middle.
You look down at him with an adoring smile, your pupils fully dilated as you admire his soft features.
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Summary: just Luke being desperate to eat you out, literally that’s it
Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering
Word count: 982
Author’s note: This is my first time posting on here (kinda nervous) not my first time writing a fanfic but I’m a little rusty. Please let me know what you think because I would like to keep doing this. I also have no idea why i started with a smutty fic as my first?? But ITS LUKEEE
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“Stop talking and lay down or so help me-”
You giggle in response, cutting off his desperate plea as you finally allow him to tug you to your shared bed, “I’m telling you about my day.”
A gentle smile plasters across his gorgeous face, “baby, as much as I care about what shirt you bought, I just really wanna eat you out right now.” He had been begging you for the past hour, practically pouncing on you when you came through the front door after your long shopping trip. Much to his misery, you just had to go into extreme detail about what new shops had opened and your disbelief at the rising prices. He tried to be patient, tried, but it had been too long since he had felt the sweet taste of you against his tongue.
You shuffle across the bed, settling on your back comfortably as you continue your rambles.
Luke could handle this, as long as he was between your thighs he was happy.
You stare up at the ceiling, babbling on and on, occasionally glancing down at him to make sure he was paying attention, and of course he was, he was just tugging down your skirt at the same time.
“It was a fun day, you know?” You sigh happily, bringing your hand to the soft curls on his head as he scatters open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs.
He lifts his eyes to meet yours and grins against your skin, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, my love… can I please take these off now?” His calloused fingers slip under the hem of your lace panties as he tugs them gently, desperate to free you from them.
You hum teasingly, tilting your head and smirking at him “I don’t know… there was another-”
“Darling, I swear to god,” he laughs, already beginning to remove the fabric from your soft skin.
Your shared laughter fills the room as he tosses your panties carelessly onto the bedroom floor, not worrying about where they would land.
The air suddenly grows hot, burning your skin as Luke wraps his warm hands around your hips. Tugging you closer to his face, his breath fans over your core, causing the dull ache in your lower abdomen to intensify drastically. Your hand remains in his blonde hair, threading your fingers through the strands as you anticipate the intoxicating contact that he’s been craving.
“For someone who was desperate to have me, you’re taking an awfully long-” a breathy whine escapes your lips as he finally kisses the space between your thighs, his nose rubbing against your clit deliciously. “Fuck…”
He licks a long stripe up your folds before burying his face deeper, allowing himself to eventually push his tongue into you. He glances up at you, watching your eyes close as you bask in the feeling of his mouth against you, your hand tugging harder against his head.
Soft moans leave you and the sounds don’t help his growing hardness. He helplessly ruts against the mattress, desperate for some kind of friction as he pleasures you. It’s so intense that your free hand flies towards the bedsheets, your knuckles turning white under your tough grip as your shaky pants and whimpers fill the air.
He can’t get enough of you. He shuffles impossibly closer, wanting to be completely consumed by you, your scent, your taste. He thrusts his tongue in and out of your entrance, wanting to coax more of the sweet sounds that you always make for him out of your lips.
Two fingers make their way up, replacing his tongue as he moves his hot mouth to stimulate your clit.
“Fuck, Luke…” you cry out, grinding your hips against him lazily.
The sound of his name on your lips makes his head spin, “just stay still for me, baby… let me take care of you, please," he grunts, still roughly rocking his hips against the bed beneath you both. He increases the pace of his fingers as he flicks his tongue frantically against your bundle of nerves, holding your hips down with his free hand.
The coil in your body grows tight, signalling your impending orgasm. Your whines intensify and your breath quickens. “I’m so close…”
He’s knuckles deep inside you at this point as he chases your climax, your words encouraging him to carry on. He groans against you, the vibrations causing tingles to flow through your body. “Come on, darling,” he mutters against you, “cum on my face, I need it.” His tone is hungry, needing to feel your sweet release flood his mouth.
You can’t help it, your back arches off of the bed, desperate whines escaping you as your orgasm washes over you. Your vision blurs, ecstasy taking over your body as Luke continues to pump his fingers into you.
“Oh my god,” you sob as he removes his fingers from you, leaving you empty as he laps at your entrance with his eager tongue. The desperate sounds that he releases makes your eyes roll back as your body continues to tense around him.
He groans into you, eventually pulling his face away from between your thighs to give you a lazy smile, his chin wet from your release. “I will never get over that,” he rasps, finally climbing up your body to capture your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
You smile into the kiss, bringing your hands up to cup his jaw as you mutter “you say that every time.”
“And it’s always true,” he grins, giving you one last peck before flopping down beside you and pulling you into his warm chest, his arm wrapping tightly around you.
You glance down at the current problem in his pyjama bottoms with a smirk, “need help with that?”
A quiet laugh leaves his lips, “that would be nice, yeah.”
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