#lucaxfem!reader

Pairing: Luca x Fem Reader

Summary: You’re a receptionist/you have a desk job at Swat. You’re in a relationship with Luca that you’ve recently gone public with.

Warnings: mentions of hickeys, references to smut!

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When you took the job as a receptionist in Swat the last thing you expected was to fall for a third generation Swat officer. You and Luca hit it off right away and you became good friends with Luca and the rest of the team.

But what the team didn’t know was that you and Luca had been in a secret relationship for around 6 months. Sneaking around in the locker room, making out in the back of the movie theatre, secret weekends away. At first it was nice to have it a secret, something that was only between you and Luca, however keeping that big a secret from the team proved impossible, especially when Luca and Street moved in together. The inevitable happend and Street walked in on you and Luca making out on the couch at Luca’s house one night with hardly any clothes on. Luca threw himself on top of you to hide your half naked body from Street’ s view, but the big grin that quickly grew on Street’s face meant that you and Luca would have to do some serious ass kissing to get Street to keep your secret.

Eventually you and Luca got sick of keeping the secret and on a team night out both you and Luca got drunk and started making out on the dance floor for everyone to see. When the team saw this they were shocked. They knew Luca had a girl on the down low- they just didn’t expect it to be you. Street then got the satisfaction of explaining about he walked in on you and Luca weeks ago and was happy with himself as he was the first of the team to know about the relationship.

Fast forward to today. You’re standing in Luca’s bathroom getting ready for work and trying to use whatever makeup you have on hand to cover the hickeys on your neck. The deep purple bruises are a reminder of the passionate night you had with Luca and although you thought they were a turn on and liked when Luca marked you as his- you didn’t want to deal with the jokes you’d get at work or the dirty looks from the Commander.

Luca walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and saw what you were doing.

“Um, baby what are you doing?”, Luca questioned.

“What does it look like I’m doing?, I’m trying to cover these bruises for work Mr “I didn’t leave any marks on your neck”, you said with a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Luca came behind you wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. “Look I was too focused on giving my baby a good time than to be worrying about any of that”, he whispered into your ear as a shiver went up your spine.

“You don’t need to cover up the hickeys”, he said looking at you in the mirror.

“You’re mine and I want the world to know that” he said leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“If anyone slags you off at work, you come tell me and I’ll deal with it ok”, Luca said moving away from you and going to brush his teeth and apply his deodorant and finish getting ready for work.

“Luca I’m not gonna go run to my boyfriend just cause someone makes a joke in work”, you laugh.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself”, you say, wiping the makeup off you neck, realising it didn’t cover anything anyway.

“Oh don’t I know it”, he smirked, smacking your ass and letting out a chuckle as he left the bathroom.

You had texted Chris, your best friend and the reason you got the job in Swat, telling her about the hickey situation. She found it hilarious and when you got to work you had prepared yourself for the jokes. Chris immediately came up to you to inspect your neck when she saw you.

“Damn girl, you weren’t kidding when you said those were DEEP purple”, she laughed.

“Yeah yeah, come on, let it all out, imma hear all the jokes today anyway”, you rolled your eyes.

Luca walked in behind you carrying two coffees. He handed you yours and he saw the smirk evident on Chris’ face.

“What?”, he asked.

“Jeez man, maybe next time have something to eat first and not eat my best friend”, Chris laughed, attracting the attention of the rest of the team.

They all walked over and took it in turns to look at your neck and instead of making jokes at you, they aimed them at Luca, who by now was a deep shade of red.

You were amused by the whole situation and Luca agreed that maybe next time you should wear the makeup to which you whispered “well maybe, you just need to leave them somewhere nobody else can see”, and with that you kissed his lips and made your way to you desk.

Luca x fem reader

Summary: All eyes are on you when you finally meet the team at Street’s birthday dinner.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, flirting etc.

The rooftop was buzzing—twinkling lights, a DJ playing soft house music, a panoramic view of the LA skyline. Street’s birthday dinner was in full swing, drinks in hand, everyone dressed to the nines. Chris was already two margaritas deep, Tan had claimed the best seat for photo ops, and Hondo was mid-toast when the elevator doors slid open.

Conversation died instantly.

Every head at the table turned when Luca stepped off the elevator with you on his arm, and for a few seconds, there was nothing but stunned silence.

Your red hair gleamed under the warm lighting, your blue eyes bright and full of life as you offered a confident smile. The green corset hugged your curves, your short black skirt paired perfectly with those high-heeled, knee-high boots. Every step you took screamed confidence and sex appeal, and Luca? He looked smug as hell.

“Sorry we’re late,” he said, slipping a hand to the small of your back like he couldn’t stop touching you. “Took me a minute to convince her this wasn’t a black tie thing.”

“I still think you all look dangerously good,” you teased, glancing over the table. “Hi! I’m Y/N. Happy birthday, Street.”

Street blinked. “Uh… thanks. Wow.”

Chris leaned in toward Tan. “She’s stunning.”

“I’m not even mad,” Tan whispered. “Just impressed.”

You and Luca took the two empty seats, and just like that, conversation picked back up—only now, it was all about you.

“So, Y/N,” Hondo said, grinning. “Tell us about yourself. What do you do?”

“I work at an animal shelter downtown,” you said, taking a sip of your cocktail. “I help with adoptions, behavioral training, admin stuff. Basically, whatever they need.”

“Oh, I love that,” Chris said, instantly warming to you. “Dogs, cats, both?”

“Mostly dogs. I’ve got a soft spot for the misfits. The big, loud ones that scare people off.”

Tan raised a brow. “So… you rescue the ones with bad reputations?”

“Exactly,” you said with a playful smile. “Guess I have a type.”

Luca almost choked on his beer.

Deacon chuckled. “What made you get into that line of work?”

“I grew up around animals. My parents ran a horse rescue outside Phoenix. I didn’t go the horse route, but I kept the chaos.”

Chris nudged your arm. “Okay, wait, I gotta know—how did you two meet?”

Luca cleared his throat. “She hit me with her helmet at a gas station.”

You laughed. “It was an accident. I was pulling it out of my bag and didn’t realize anyone was behind me. Whacked him right in the ribs.”

“I looked up, saw this face,” Luca added, motioning to you, “and forgot how to breathe.”

“Wait—helmet?” Hondo leaned forward. “You ride?”

“She rides,” Luca confirmed proudly.

“Shut up,” Street said, already pulling out his phone. “I need to see that.”

You leaned over and scrolled through your camera roll until you found the one you were thinking of—tight black leathers, your red hair down, straddling your black matte Harley in front of the shelter.

You handed the phone to Street, who stared.

“Luca. Bro.”

He passed it to Chris, who whistled. “Okay, that’s hot.”

“You’re a lucky man,” Tan added, shaking his head as the phone went around the table. “How the hell did you pull her?”

“Don’t ask,” Luca said, smirking. “I’m just not questioning the miracle.”

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Later – At the Club

The music was pulsing, lights low and colored, the dance floor crowded with bodies. You sipped your drink and watched the team unwind—Street and Tan at the bar doing shots, Chris pulling Bonnie into a tipsy twirl, Luca leaning against a booth with one arm stretched along the backrest, his eyes fixed on you.

“Dance with me?” you asked, already taking his hand.

He stood up without hesitation, making the others double-take.

“Oh, he’s going,” Chris laughed. “Luca’s actually dancing?”

“What is happening?” Street said. “Is this real life?”

Luca didn’t care. His hands found your hips the second you hit the floor, guiding you into a slow grind that matched the deep bass of the track. You moved together like you’d done it a hundred times, your body curled against his, his mouth at your ear murmuring low compliments and dirty little promises you’d hold him to later.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he muttered, gripping your waist tighter as you rolled your hips back into him.

“You love it.”

“Damn right, I do.”

You danced through two more songs before finally returning to the table, your cheeks flushed, Luca’s arm still locked around your waist.

The second you sat down, Chris leaned across the table.

“Okay. I have to know… what is your secret? I have never seen Luca dance.”

You laughed. “Honestly? I just asked.”

“She asked,” Tan repeated, grinning. “That’s it?”

“Yeah, but I’m also wearing this,” you teased, gesturing down at your outfit. “So maybe that helped.”

“I knew it,” Street groaned dramatically. “I need to start wearing corsets.”

“You’re not built for it, bro,” Luca said, earning another round of laughter.

“She’s not even tipsy yet,” Hondo pointed out. “And she’s already got Luca wrapped around her finger.”

Luca didn’t deny it. “That’s my girl.”

You leaned into his side, kissing his jaw as he tugged you closer. Your arm rested across his thigh, fingers drawing lazy circles on his knee, and the two of you looked perfectly wrapped in your own little world.

And as the night went on—drinks poured, laughter echoed, and Street got crowned with a literal paper crown—every single person at that table agreed on one thing:

You weren’t just “Luca’s girl.”

Of course. You can never have too much Luca smut 😩❤️ can you tell I was ovulating when I wrote this 😂🫠

“Starving for You”

Luca x Female Reader

Warnings: smut, no minors, 18+, mentions of light choking, dominant Luca, p in v, oral (female receiving)

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and you buy new lingerie to impress Luca. Before leaving to meet him at a restaurant you send him a pic to get him hot under the collar. After a night of teasing, Luca finally snaps and fucks you senseless.

You sent the photo right before heading out: black lace lingerie hugging every inch of your body, barely hidden beneath your black dress. The garter straps, the sheer fabric — it was designed to destroy him. The second Luca saw it, his reply buzzed through:

You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.

At the restaurant, you spotted him instantly — seated in the back, black shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight. He looked like he was ready to commit murder or sin. Maybe both. You sauntered over slowly, hips swaying just enough to tease. His eyes locked onto you, dark, dangerous, following every step you took. When you leaned down to kiss his cheek, you purposely let your lips graze the corner of his mouth. You felt the sharp inhale he took. Good. You wanted him wrecked.

Dinner was torture — for him. You crossed and uncrossed your legs under the table, the hem of your dress sliding higher. You dragged the tip of your shoe along his calf, up his thigh. Every few minutes, you leaned forward to take a sip of your wine, letting your cleavage spill forward just enough to catch his gaze.

Luca barely touched his food. His hand stayed clenched in his lap or around his glass, knuckles white from the force of his grip. Every time your foot brushed higher, his leg jolted under the table. He was trying — really trying — to keep it together.

“You’re unusually quiet tonight,” you teased, sipping your wine.

His nostrils flared. “You keep testing me, princess, and you’re not gonna make it to dessert.”

You gave him your sweetest, most innocent smile—and slowly, deliberately, dragged your fingers up the inside of your own thigh under the tablecloth. Luca pushed back from the table so suddenly the waiter flinched nearby. He threw down enough cash to cover the bill three times over, stood, and yanked you up by the wrist.

“Let’s go,” he growled into your ear.

The ride home was pure tension. His hand gripped your thigh the entire time, squeezing hard every time you shifted and the edge of your dress slid higher. His jaw was clenched so tight you thought he might break a tooth. The second you stepped inside his house, the door slammed behind you. He had you pinned against it before you could blink.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” he growled.

Before you could answer, he scooped you up and carried you straight to the kitchen, tossing you onto the counter like you weighed nothing. His hands tore at your dress, shoving it up to your waist, revealing the black lace he’d been fantasizing about all night

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

He dropped to his knees right there, spreading your thighs wide. You barely had time to gasp before he buried his face between your legs. Luca devoured you like a man starved — no teasing, no gentle warm-up. His tongue licked a long, filthy stripe up your dripping core, groaning low in his chest when he tasted you.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever had,” he growled against your skin.

You cried out, hands flying to his hair, gripping tight as he feasted on you. His tongue flicked your clit in devastating little circles, then flattened and dragged down again, slipping inside you. His hands gripped your thighs hard, keeping you spread wide, grinding you closer against his mouth until you had no choice but to practically ride his face. He didn’t care — if anything, he loved it, growling hungrily, sucking your clit between his lips hard enough to make you sob his name.

“You’re gonna come for me,” he demanded roughly, pulling back just enough to look up at you — his mouth wet, his pupils blown.

“You’re gonna come right on my fucking tongue.”

You shattered with a desperate cry, thighs trembling violently, hips bucking against his face. He licked you through it, slow, possessive, drinking down everything you gave him. When you finally slumped back against the counter, trembling and breathless, Luca rose to his feet, towering over you.

“Not done,” he muttered darkly, voice shredded with need.

He unzipped his jeans, cock springing free, thick and heavy in his hand. Without warning, he lined himself up and thrust deep inside you in one brutal stroke, making you scream his name

“Fuck,” he hissed, head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight”

He set a brutal rhythm immediately fucking into you hard, deep, the counter jolting with every thrust. His hands were everywhere — one gripping your throat lightly, making you look up at him, the other splayed across your lower back, arching you perfectly into him.

“You tease me all fucking night,” he growled, pounding into you so hard the counter creaked. “You wear that little fucking outfit and send me that picture and then expect me to behave?”

You whimpered, trying to hold onto the edge of the counter.

“You wanted this,” he snarled, driving even deeper.“You fucking begged for it.”

Your body was already close again, the roughness of his thrusts, the way he stretched you perfectly, hitting that spot over and over.

“You’re gonna come again,” he ordered, voice shaking from how close he was too. “I wanna feel you squeezing me when I fill you up.”

It hit you hard, blinding white heat ripping through your body as you shattered around him, gasping his name like a prayer. Luca followed a second later, thrusting deep once, twice, before spilling inside you with a guttural groan, hips jerking helplessly.

You sagged against him, completely wrecked, your body limp, chest heaving.

Luca pressed a few soft kisses to your shoulder, murmuring soothing nonsense in your ear. He slipped out of you carefully, helping you off the counter, keeping a steady arm wrapped around your waist.

“Hold on, baby,” he whispered, voice raspy but gentle.

He disappeared for a second, grabbing a warm washcloth from the bathroom. When he came back, he knelt in front of you again, so tender it made your heart ache. He cleaned you up slowly, carefully, murmuring sweet praises under his breath.

“You were so good for me,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against your knee. “Took everything I gave you like a fuckin’ angel.”

You flushed at the praise, sinking your fingers into his messy hair.

Once he was done, he tossed the cloth aside, scooped you into his arms effortlessly, and carried you to the bedroom. He set you down on the edge of the bed, rummaging in his drawers for a second before tossing one of his big, soft T-shirts toward you.

“Here. Wear this before I get distracted again and fuck you stupid on the floor.”

You laughed breathlessly but pulled the shirt over your head. It drowned you, hanging loose and soft against your thighs. Luca just stared for a second, pupils darkening all over again.

“You in my clothes might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he muttered.

You crawled into bed, and Luca climbed in right after you, dragging you into his arms like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you.

He kissed your forehead, your temple, your jaw—soft, worshipping little kisses.

“You good, baby?” he murmured, threading your fingers together over your stomach.

“Perfect,” you whispered, snuggling closer.

There was a beat of silence before he smirked against your hair.

“You realize you’re responsible for me almost fucking you on a restaurant table, right?”

You laughed, chest shaking. “Was that before or after you almost murdered the waiter with your eyes?”

“Definitely after,” he teased. “If dessert had shown up, I’d have bent you over the damn table and made you scream for it right then and there”

You groaned, burying your face against his chest. “You’re a menace.”

“And you love it,” he murmured smugly, arms wrapping tighter around you.

And yeah you did. Luca could fuck you senseless one minute and the next be the most gentle and cuddly person ever. He knew how to push you to your limits while always making sure you were safe and comfortable.

Pairing: Luca x Fem!PlusSize Reader

Warnings: mentions of infertility, struggles to get pregnant, PCOS

Summary: you have PCOS and finally get pregnant after years of trying

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To say you had butterflies in your stomach was an understatement. You felt violently nauseous at the thought of taking another pregnancy test only to be met with disappointment and anger when it turned out to be negative. You and Luca had been trying to get pregnant for the last 3 years and it just wasn’t happening. You had PCOS and the idea of never being able to carry your own children or giving your husband the family you’ve both dreamt of terrified you.

You pulled yourself off the sofa just as Luca pulled out of the driveway to head to work. You had been feeling a bit off lately. You’d been feeling more tired and nauseous than normal. You didn’t tell Luca this as you didn’t want to get his hopes up if in case it turned out to be your PCOS flaring up. You trudged your way to the bathroom. You opened the cabinet under the sink, rummaging around for the pregnancy tests you had bought two days ago, but kept putting off taking them. You knew you were setting yourself up for heartache.

You peed in a cup and dipped the first test into the cup. You sat the test down on the bathroom counter and set a timer on your phone. You anxiously paced around the bathroom till the timer went off. When the alarm blared from your phone you felt all the breath escape your lungs. Your legs felt like jelly and your hands were shaking. You turned over the test and it felt like all the blood drained from your body. There it was. That second pink line that you had so desperately wanted to appear. There it was. You were pregnant. You peed in the cup again and took the other test in the box. This time it was a digital one. Again you set the timer on your phone and waited. Those 3 minutes felt like 3 hours. Your vision was blurred from the amount of tears that were escaping your eyes and cascading down your flushed cheeks. The timer went off and sure enough you hadn’t gone mad. “pregnant 2-3 weeks” it read. You didn’t know what to do. You stood for what must’ve been 30 mins just staring at the tests in fear the result would change, but it didn’t. You couldn’t wait to tell Luca but you were afraid. What if you miscarried after you told him, it was so early in the pregnancy that anything could happen. You decided to phone your doctor and book in for an appointment to discuss your prenatal care. You had decided not to tell Luca until you were a bit further on in the pregnancy. Hiding it from his wasn’t easy though. He questioned why suddenly your favourite pizza made you sick, why you couldn’t stand the smell of his favourite cologne anymore as it made you gag and why on numerous occasions he had woken up to find you missing from bed only for him to come downstairs and find you making some weird concoction of foods that almost always involved pickles, Hot Cheetos, and mustard. You’d just about managed to convince him that your PCOS was wreaking havoc on your hormones and that’s why you were acting so strange – he didn’t question it so as to not upset you, but he also didn’t entirely believe you either.

You went to your 12 week scan alone. You wanted to be sure everything was ok before telling Luca. Your baby was perfectly healthy and thriving, as were you apart from the vomiting, fatigue and heartburn, but it was all worth it for your little miracle. You had ordered a onesie that said “4th Generation Swat on the way” on the front and read “Baby Luca” on the back. You couldn’t wait to see Luca’s reaction when he opened the box. You had also got Luca a t-shirt with the word dad on the front of it and a mug with your sonograph picture on it. You wrapped everything in tissue paper and neatly placed them in a box. You placed the box on the coffee table in anticipation of Luca’s arrival home from work. You had fixed yourself up as you wanted to record his reaction not only to keep the memory but also you were sure the team would want to see his reaction. You threw on the only pain of denim jeans that still fit. You paired your jeans with a white half zip and a baseball cap as you hadn’t got a chance to shower yet due to the fact your head was in the toilet bowl most of the day.

You set your phone up on a book shelf, where Luca wouldn’t see it and sat on the sofa. You waited nervously for his reaction. As soon as he pulled into the driveway, the butterflies in your stomach erupted. Luca walked through the door and smiled at you.

“Hey babe, how was work?”, you asked, trying to act normal and not ruin the surprise.

“Good”, he smiled and you could see the exhaustion in his face. He was about to go upstairs and shower when you called him.

“Babe”, you called, a hint of excitement in your voice.

“Yeah, everything ok”, he asked as her turned around and stood in front of you, picking up on the change in your tone.

“Yeah, I’m ok, would you sit beside me for a sec, I wanna give you something”, you said hardly able to contain yourself as the corners of your mouth turned up in a half smile.

“Sure”, he said hesitantly, giving you a questioning look and he slowly sat beside you on the couch. You reached out in front of you, picked up the box and placed it on his lap.

“What’s todays date?”, he asked nervously, “I haven’t forgotten an anniversary or something, have I” he said with a nervous laugh.

“No babe, you haven’t”, you laughed, “just open it”, you said shoving the box closer to him, growing impatient now.

Luca carefully undid the light blue bow on the box and lifted off the lid. He peeled back the tissue paper and carefully lifted out the t-shirt you had bought for him. He looked at the t-shirt and then you, a smile growing on his face. He didn’t say a word but kept looking through the box. Next he pulled out the onesie, unwrapping it. He looked at the onesie in disbelief. He started to well up, pulling you in for a tight hug. “is it true”, he asked sniffling.

“Yes baby, you’re gonna be a dad”, you said choking back tears.”

“I can’t believe it”, Luca smiled, beaming from ear to ear, proud as punch.

He pulled out the mug from the bottom of the box and smiled. “I can’t wait to bring this to work with me so I can look at our little bean everyday”, he said, wiping his thumb over the picture lovingly.

“When can we tell the team, how far along are you, when did you find out”, he bombarded you with questions.

“I found out a couple of weeks ago, but I didn’t tell you as I wanted to be sure first” you said, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at you’d that you waited so long to tell him.

“I understand”, he said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

I have another scan in a few weeks to find out the gender”, you explained.

“let me know when it is and I’ll get the day off work, I want to come with you”, he stated.

“Sure thing”, you smiled. “What do you say I come drive you to work tomorrow and we can tell the team together, because I know you’re gonna let it slip”, you saying laughing at his reaction as he tried to act like he was offended.

“Oh I can’t wait”, he said jumping off the sofa.

You got off the sofa to go and fetch your phone, replaying the video to see his reaction. You cropped the video so it just showed the important parts as you knew the team would ask to see it.

Luca x Fem Reader

Summary: After a steamy reunion turns in a lazy day, you fall in love with Luca all over again.

Warnings: NSFW / 18+, mentions of sex, smut

Part one

You didn’t make it out of bed for another hour.

Every time you tried to move, Luca was there—kissing your shoulder, running his hands along your thighs, whispering something cocky in your ear about how good you felt last night and how you looked even better this morning with his marks on your skin.

Eventually, though, the promise of coffee and the undeniable need to clean up pulled you both out from under the sheets. You shuffled to the bathroom, still sore, still smiling, and leaned over the sink in one of his old t-shirts while brushing your teeth.

You didn’t notice Luca behind you at first. Not until his hands slid up your bare thighs beneath the hem of the shirt.

“You think you’re sneaky,” you muttered through toothpaste.

“I’m not sneaky,” he replied, kissing the back of your neck. “I’m starved. I went months without this. You really think one night’s enough?”

You shivered as his hands found your hips, pulling you back against him. Even through his boxers, you could feel how ready he already was again.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mumbled.

“I am,” he agreed shamelessly, taking the toothbrush from your hand and setting it aside. “And you’re irresistible.”

He turned you toward him, lips claiming yours in a kiss that tasted like mint and coffee and home. Before you knew it, he was tugging you into the shower, the spray warming your skin as he pressed you against the glass wall.

Water streamed over both of you, but neither of you cared. Luca kissed down your neck, his big hands gliding across your wet skin with reverence, like he was memorizing you all over again.

“Turn around,” he rasped. “Hands on the wall.”

Your heart pounded as you obeyed, bracing yourself against the tile. He slid into you slowly, the water adding an extra layer of sensation as your body welcomed him again.

This time was different—needier, somehow. Not as rough. Not rushed.

Luca moved in long, deep strokes, his chest pressed to your back, lips at your ear. “I missed this. Missed you.”

You moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut, letting yourself feel everything—his hands gripping your hips, the slick press of his body against yours, the low growls of pleasure he let out every time you gasped his name.

When you came, it was quiet, intense, like a wave crashing over you in slow motion. He followed with a grunt and a shudder, arms wrapping around your middle as he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

Neither of you said anything for a long moment.

Eventually, he kissed the back of your neck and whispered, “Still jelly-legged?”

“Worse,” you groaned.

He chuckled, wrapping a towel around you both before lifting you into his arms. “Guess we’re doing a lazy day.”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of warmth, skin, and tangled limbs. The two of you stayed in bed, ordering takeout you barely touched, wrapped in the comfort of being together again.

Luca never stopped touching you—fingers tracing shapes on your stomach, lips brushing over your collarbone, hand cradling your jaw every time he kissed you slow and deep.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, eyes drinking you in like he still couldn’t believe you were real.

You straddled his hips, your body sinking onto his with a soft gasp, and his hands found your waist instantly. This time was slower. More intimate. He watched every movement, like he didn’t want to miss a second.

“You feel so good,” you whispered, nails dragging lightly down his chest.

“So do you,” he groaned, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb teasing your nipple. “You always do.”

The rhythm between you was lazy, sweet, almost hypnotic—skin on skin, breath against breath, the quiet creak of the bed the only sound between kisses.

When you came this time, it was with your forehead pressed to his, your name on his lips like a prayer.

Afterward, you laid on his chest, fingers tracing the scars on his arms, your bodies still tangled beneath the covers.

He stroked your hair and whispered, “Feels like we just fell in love all over again.”

You smiled, eyes fluttering closed.

Dominique Luca

"The New Girl"

"Coming Home to You"

"Coming Home To You" Part Two

"You're More Than Enough"

"Please Talk To Me"

"How He Treats You on Your Period"

"You Don't Need To Cover Up The Bruises/Hickeys"

"You Find Out You're Pregnant After Years Of Trying"

“In Good Hands”

“Starving for you”

Pulse Check

Jim Street

"Grease & Sparks"

"Grease & Sparks" pt.2

“The Camping Trip”

Deacon Kay

Cover Story

Luca x Fem Reader

Summary: Luca returns home from Germany and you’re the first thing he wants to do 😉😭

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, no minors

It had been months.

Too many days of lonely mornings and even lonelier nights. Too many late-night calls that ended with promises of “soon.” You had counted the weeks, the hours, the minutes. And now, he was finally on his way back from Germany.

Luca. Your Luca.

You stood in front of the mirror, breath catching as you took in your reflection. Denim shorts hugging your curves just right. A black lace corset top that showed just enough without giving away everything. And those platform black Converse he always teased you about—said they were your signature look. You didn’t dress up for just anyone. But tonight? Tonight, you wanted to knock the wind out of him.

You wanted him to see his girl standing there and forget every second he’d spent away.

Butterflies fluttered wild in your stomach as you pulled up to S.W.A.T. HQ. His flight had landed hours ago, but debriefs always came first. Still, the second the doors slid open and you spotted that familiar stride—broad shoulders, duffel slung over one arm, baseball cap pulled low—you nearly forgot how to breathe.

He hadn’t seen you yet.

You leaned against your car, trying to play it cool, until his gaze lifted.

And then everything changed.

The second his eyes locked on you, he froze mid-step. His lips parted just slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then, like gravity snapped into place, he started moving faster.

“Holy sh—Y/N,” he breathed when he reached you, voice rough with disbelief and hunger. “You look…”

“Hi, baby,” you said softly, grinning as he tossed his duffel to the ground and pulled you into his arms so hard your feet left the ground.

“I missed you,” he whispered into your hair. “Missed you like crazy.”

You clung to him, burying your face in his shoulder. “It’s been too long.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you again—eyes roaming slowly over your outfit, down your legs, back up to your lips. You felt it in your stomach. That look. That heat.

“You wore this to pick me up?”

“Mm-hmm.” You smirked. “Did it work?”

Luca groaned, running a hand down your back, fingers dipping just beneath the lace. “Baby, I’m about five seconds away from forgetting where we are.”

“Well,” you whispered, close enough for your breath to tease his skin, “we could go home.”

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The door had barely clicked shut before Luca’s mouth was on yours again—hot, desperate, wild. You didn’t even make it all the way down the hall. He had you up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your thighs like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your neck, breath ragged. “You wore that for me?”

“Only for you,” you whispered, voice breathy as your hands tangled in his hair. “Missed you too much not to.”

“Jesus, baby… I could’ve taken you right there in the parking lot.”

Your laugh came out as more of a whimper when his teeth grazed your collarbone. “Not exactly the homecoming I planned.”

He carried you to the bedroom like you weighed nothing, tossing you gently onto the mattress. You landed with a soft gasp, back arching as you watched him strip—hat, shirt, belt—all of it hitting the floor with impatient thuds. When he looked at you again, his eyes were practically black with hunger.

“Get up here,” he growled, voice rough with need.

You scooted back onto the pillows, your denim shorts already unbuttoned, corset top half-undone from the way his hands had been all over you. He climbed over you, his body caging you in, every inch of him humming with tension. He pressed his hips down against yours and you both moaned.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered into your ear, one hand trailing down your ribs, across your stomach, slipping beneath the lace. “You’ve been on my mind every damn night. Dreamt of this. Of you.”

You tugged his boxers down just enough to feel him against your thigh—hot, hard, ready.

“Then take it,” you whispered, eyes locked with his. “I’m yours.”

That was all it took.

His mouth was everywhere—trailing down your chest, pulling the corset aside with agonizing slowness. Tongue flicking across your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, his stubble dragging deliciously against your skin. You squirmed beneath him, moaning his name, fingers digging into his back.

When his hand slid into your panties, his breath hitched. “So wet already,” he groaned. “You missed me this much?”

You nodded, lips parting in a gasp as he slid two fingers inside, his thumb circling your clit in perfect rhythm. Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing the high you hadn’t felt in months.

“Luca—” you gasped, “I need—”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your lips. “I’ve got you.”

He took his time teasing you to the edge, then pulled back just before you could fall over it. You whined in protest, but he just smirked, tugging your shorts and panties off in one slow, torturous motion. Then he lined himself up, tip teasing your entrance, waiting.

“You ready for me, baby?”

“I’ve been ready.”

He slid in slow, deep, every thick inch filling you until your back arched off the bed. The stretch, the heat—it stole the breath from your lungs. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as he started to move, slow at first, then faster, deeper, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force.

The headboard hit the wall. The sheets tangled around you. You moaned his name again and again, barely aware of anything except the way he felt inside you, the way his lips claimed yours between thrusts, the sound of his groans as he buried his face in your neck.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, thrusts turning erratic. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you cried, digging your nails into his back. “All yours.”

You came hard—legs shaking, body trembling, cries muffled by his shoulder. Luca followed seconds later, groaning into your neck as he spilled inside you, hips jerking with every pulse.

He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms instantly, pressing kisses to your forehead, your shoulder, your bare stomach.

“I’m never leaving again,” he whispered. “Never.”

the next morning you blinked awake slowly, muscles deliciously sore, your limbs tangled with Luca’s under the blankets. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, golden and warm—and completely at odds with the ache between your legs.

You stretched, only to groan and immediately stop. “Oh my God…”

Luca stirred, propping himself up on an elbow. His hair was a mess, stubble dark on his jaw, but that damn smirk was already in place. “Morning, sunshine.”

You glared half-heartedly. “I don’t think I can walk.”

He laughed, low and smug. “Legs feel like jelly, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing. “You broke me.”

He leaned in, brushing your hair back, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Damn right I did.”

“You might have to carry me downstairs.”

His smirk turned into a grin. “That was the plan anyway. Gonna throw you over my shoulder, caveman style.”

You groaned, hiding your face in the pillow. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love it.”

Luca x Female! Reader

Summary: when Luca is struggling with the boredom of recovery after his hip injury, you decide to take care of him.

Warnings: smut, 18+, no minors! 🔞

(Not proof read)

Luca had never been good at sitting still. The house felt too quiet now—days blurred together, measured by physical therapy stretches and the occasional football game playing low on the TV. His hip ached less now, but the real pain came from the restlessness. Not being able to work? Torture. Not being able to touch you the way he wanted? Agony.

He didn’t mean to pout, but you caught him doing it every day. Lounging on the couch in those grey sweats, hair slightly messy, beard a little scruffier than usual. You knew that look. A mix of boredom and desire.

You’d been waiting for the right moment—and tonight, it had finally arrived.

“Luca,” you called from the bedroom, voice dipped in honey. “Time for your check-up.”

He barely had time to react before you stepped into the living room, lips tugged into a sly smile, wearing the shortest white nurse dress he’d ever seen. Stockings hugged your thighs, the soft fabric stretching just enough when you moved. The little red cross stitched above your chest should’ve looked innocent—but it didn’t. Not on you.

Luca blinked, his mouth parting. “What… are you doing?”

“Taking care of my patient,” you said, sauntering toward him. “You’ve been so tense lately. Thought I’d help ease the stress.”

He opened his mouth to object—maybe something about the doctor’s orders—but you were already straddling his lap, carefully settling above his recovering hip with a slow grind that made his breath hitch.

“Easy,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his jaw. “You just sit back. I’ll do all the work.”

His hands gripped the couch, knuckles white. He didn’t dare move—not yet. You rocked your hips, slowly, teasingly, as you kissed down the side of his neck. Your hands slid beneath his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the taut muscles twitching under your touch.

“God, Y/N…” he muttered, voice low and desperate.

You looked him in the eyes, a wicked smile playing on your lips. “Think of this as… physical therapy. Just the fun kind.”

His breath hitched as you leaned in, lips brushing against his ear, your voice low and commanding.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

That tone—firm, sweet, laced with promise—sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes darkened, jaw tense. You could feel the effort it took for him to stay still beneath you, even as you slowly ground your hips in a lazy rhythm, deliberately dragging out every second.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up over his chest. His abs tensed instinctively as your fingers traced lazy circles over his skin, your nails light enough to tease.

“You’ve been good,” you murmured, leaning down to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below his collarbone. “But I think you’ve been waiting long enough.”

Luca’s hand twitched against the couch cushion. You caught it.

“No touching,” you warned, your voice silk and steel. “Not yet.”

He groaned softly, biting his lip as your hips rolled again, perfectly aligned to make him feel every shift of your body. The nurse costume had ridden up high on your thighs, revealing the thin lace of your panties—black, just for contrast—and you knew exactly how much he could see from where he sat.

You leaned back just slightly, giving him the view. His eyes dropped to your chest, the way the buttons strained with every breath you took.

“This isn’t fair,” he muttered, his voice low, rough.

You grinned, hooking your fingers under the edge of your panties and slowly dragging them down, making a show of it as they slipped past your thighs. “Fair? I’m helping you recover.”

“And torturing me in the process.”

You arched an eyebrow, straddling him again, this time with nothing between you. You rocked against him once—slow, deep, enough to make his head drop back with a moan.

“Think of it as motivation,” you whispered. “The better you behave, the more I give you.”

His head fell back against the couch, throat exposed, breath coming heavier now as you moved your hips again—slower this time, just enough pressure to tease but not satisfy.

You could feel how badly he wanted to move. His hands twitched again, fingertips curling into the cushions. Every muscle in his body was tight, on edge. He was unraveling under you, and you hadn’t even touched him properly yet.

Your voice dropped to a whisper as you leaned in close, lips brushing against the stubble along his jaw. “You want to touch me, don’t you?”

Luca groaned, his voice strained. “So bad, baby.”

You trailed a single finger down his chest, past his stomach, stopping just above the waistband of his sweats. “Then ask nicely.”

He let out a shaky breath, pride slipping just a little beneath the weight of desire. “Please, Y/N… let me touch you.”

You smiled, letting your finger slip under the waistband. “One hand.”

He didn’t hesitate. His right hand slid to your thigh, fingers firm as they traveled upward, finding the curve of your ass, pulling you just a little closer. His eyes locked on yours, hungry, needing.

You let out a soft sound as you rolled your hips again, this time pressing directly against the hard length beneath his sweats. The friction sparked between you—hot, electric.

“God, you feel good,” he rasped, his hand tightening on you. “You’re killing me.”

You leaned forward, lips grazing his, not quite kissing yet. “Not yet,” you murmured. “You don’t get everything at once.”

Then, finally, you reached down between you and slid your hand beneath his waistband. The first touch was slow—fingers wrapping around him, heat meeting heat—and Luca swore under his breath, hips jerking instinctively.

“Easy,” you whispered, giving him a teasing stroke. “I’m in charge, remember?”

His hand gripped your thigh harder, but he didn’t fight it. He let you control the pace—your palm moving with maddening rhythm, just enough to make him tremble. The tension between you burned hotter, every moment thick with want.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned.

You finally kissed him—deep, slow, possessive.

“Not death,” you said against his lips. “Just a very, very good recovery.”

Your hips rolled in slow, deliberate waves, taking him in over and over, every motion smooth and controlled. You weren’t in a rush. You wanted him to feel every second—every squeeze of your body around his, every flicker of pleasure building between you like a fire catching fast.

Luca’s hands gripped your thighs now, tighter than before, but still letting you lead. His restraint was breaking—you could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the sweat at his temple, the way he bit back every desperate sound like it might hold him together.

But you could feel him trembling beneath you. On the edge.

“You’re doing so good,” you whispered, voice thick with heat, “but you’re close, aren’t you?”

He nodded, eyes half-lidded, chest rising fast. “So close… fuck, Y/N…”

You leaned forward, your lips brushing his as your pace deepened, rhythm growing just a little faster, more intense.

“You don’t come,” you said, your voice a low command against his mouth, “until I tell you.”

He groaned—almost a whimper—his fingers digging into your skin. The way he held on, how he gave you that control, it turned you on even more. You were burning now, tight and aching, every grind sending sparks straight through you.

You shifted just slightly—adjusting the angle, letting your clit drag against his skin perfectly with each stroke—and your breath hitched.

“Oh—right there…”

Luca’s head dropped back, a low, broken sound escaping his lips. “Y/N—please…”

You were both close now. You could feel your orgasm coiling, sharp and hot, just under the surface. You reached down, slipping your fingers between you, circling your clit in time with your rhythm.

It didn’t take long.

You clenched around him as the first wave hit—your body tensing, your moan spilling out loud and uncontrollable. You moved through it, grinding down harder as you rode it out, trembling, eyes fluttering shut.

“Now,” you gasped, voice wrecked. “Now, baby. Let go.”

Luca surged up into you, one last desperate thrust as he spilled into you, his moan rough and raw and perfect. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight as he buried his face in your neck, breath hot and shaky.

You stayed there for a while—panting, pressed together, the world falling away as you both came down.

When the silence settled, warm and heavy, Luca finally looked up at you, lips curving into the laziest, most satisfied smile you’d ever seen.

“You’re the best nurse I’ve ever had.”

You laughed, breathless. “Recovery’s going to take a while. Better get used to the care.”

You curled into him, your legs still tangled around his, chest pressed to his as his heartbeat gradually slowed beneath your ear. The room was warm with the afterglow, heavy with the scent of sweat and skin and something that felt like satisfaction down to the bone.

Luca let out a long, shaky breath, one hand sliding up your back lazily, the other cupping the back of your head like he never wanted to let you go.

“Jesus,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “What the hell was that?”

You smiled against his chest, pressing a slow kiss to the center of it. “That was me taking care of you.”

He let out a breathy, stunned laugh. “You mean ruining me? Because, babe… I’m gonna need another month of recovery after that.”

You lifted your head, propping yourself up on your elbow so you could look down at him. His hair was a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes still a little dazed—and that smile, god, that smile was all yours.

“Don’t act like you didn’t love every second,” you teased, brushing a fingertip along his collarbone.

“I did. I do,” he said, his voice softer now, more serious under the teasing. “I don’t think I’ve ever had someone make me feel like that. You took your time… you knew exactly what I needed.”

Your expression softened too, your fingers drifting up to brush his hair back from his forehead. “You’ve been through a lot. You needed to feel wanted. In control of something again—even if I was the one calling the shots tonight.”

He pulled you down into a kiss—gentle this time, unhurried. When he pulled back, his hand cradled your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek like he couldn’t stop touching you.

“I’m seriously impressed, Y/N. That outfit, that attitude, the way you—” He broke off, shaking his head with a grin. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

You smirked. “I’ve been holding back. But don’t worry—I’ve got plenty more surprises for you.”

He groaned dramatically, pulling you in tighter. “You’re gonna kill me. I swear. I’ll die happy, but—dead.”

You snuggled into his chest, your fingers tracing slow patterns over his skin. “Nah. You’ll live. Just barely. Besides, I like having you under my care.”

He kissed your hair, voice thick with affection. “Yeah? Well… consider me your full-time patient. Forever, if that’s what it takes.”