#inspired by loml kaia

[julietsbody]

college!luke who doesn’t fall in love often, but when he does, he has a bad habit of getting obsessed. 

it always starts off small with luke, you would either be a tinder date that put up with his cocky and insufferable personality for too long, or a simple one night stand. it didn’t matter to him, because he would realize that he really likes the way your face moves to a laugh when he makes a stupid joke, or twists in pleasure when he thrusts into you. 

he would deny it to himself at first, of course, being who he is, he would think of it as a passing feeling— until he texts you again, less dry than the last, then again. luke being a double texter? whew.. that’s new! he would start replying faster, as well, something he never did before, and he always passed it off as being busy with his engineering work, when in reality he was probably jerking off or balls deep in some girl at a frat party. 

and you would just think he’s being nice, until he began getting possessive of you. his gaze would track you at parties, or around the campus, or in the library— wherever he found you, he was staring at you. but if anyone confronted him about it and assumed him a stalker? he would just say he’s zoning out! well, until his gazes would get angry, it was always at parties, when you were speaking with some asshole majoring in marketing— he wouldn’t say anything at first, then he would sneak behind you and wrap his arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer with more force than expected, and his voice has a faint grit when he speaks, “hey there, pretty, who’s your friend?”

that’s when the seed planted in luke only grew to form a parasite, and suddenly he wasn’t as attracted to any of the girls at the parties, he wasn’t fucking as much anymore, and his frat brothers were getting worried with how much time he spent in the bathroom speaking to himself in the mirror, mostly flirting with himself and talking about having sex. one of them had knocked on the door, mumbling something like, why are you reciting the notebook, dude? in which luke just awkwardly laughs it off. 

then luke wanted to see you more, and more— and he didn’t want to just have sex, he wanted to take you out to dinners, nice dinners. and his sex was sweeter, his kisses were gentler, his typical degrations soon melted to near praises, and he was actually giving you proper aftercare now. he started making you stay with him during parties, decided to sit with you at the library, walk you to your next class even if it meant he was late to his own (he already always was). 

he thought about you constantly, if he wasn’t with you he was already planning for the next time he would be, he never wanted you to speak to other guys, and he would even ask to look through your phone after a while, jealousy curling in his veins when you roll your eyes at him, and tell him that you and him aren’t dating. 

now, typically, someone would be deterred by their crush saying that, especially when you said it as if it would never even be a possibility— but it was a challenge for luke, and albeit the fact that he later became one of your most toxic boyfriends due to his lack of emotional awareness and overarching ego, he was really sweet! 

[kisses4kaia]

@swiftiekisses this is what you’ve done. burn (endearing)

luke castellan isn’t possessive in the way you might think.

he doesn’t get jealous easily and he most certainly does not have to prove his dominance over you to the public—or you.

you simply gravitate towards him, no matter what. occasionally, you will be at a party between cabins and an apollo boy would very obviously be flirting with you, but when you catch sight of luke from across the room, fucking you with his eyes, you can’t help but excuse yourself from the gross conversation the boy was trying to engage and saunter over to him.

when you make your way to him, he’s sitting on a sofa, manspreading with a drink in his hand. he’s so casual, so relaxed, but you can see the tension twisted and weighing on his shoulders.

“hey, mami,” he says coolly with a low rasp to his voice as you sit on his lap, not minding the looks from others around you as he wraps his strong arms around your waist. “hi, luke.” you say sweetly, and are rewarded with a kiss to the side of your neck. “how’s my girl doin’?” luke continues pressing wet pecks onto your neck, driving you insane. the gesture was minute, but the effect it had on you was reeling. “luke, need you,” you whine a little pathetically, bouncing on his leg to get your urgency across.

“yeah? my pretty girl needs me? where do you wanna go, hm?” he’s ceased his kisses on you—if that’s to your dismay or pleasure, you don’t know—and now he’s looking up at you with that look in his eye, the one that tells you he knows exactly what you want, and that he wants it to.

cruelly, though, he still wants to make you say it. but you don’t want to, because what if someone hears?

when you express this to luke, he just chuckles and laughs into the junction between your neck and shoulder. “you’re acting like you don’t want everyone to know what a slut you are for me. and plus, everyone already knows you’re mine. even if they hear you scream my name, i won’t mind if you don’t.” his tone is a little bit condescending, and more than a little arousing.

but, instead of pouting and pleading, you determinedly get up, grab luke by the hand and drag him to the nearest unoccupied bathroom. he catches the sight of everyone looking at him either cheerfully, begrudgingly, or enviously, and instead of being embarrassed, luke smirks to himself, knowing that no one will ever be able disassociate him with you or vice versa. you guys were forever, and he never had to prove that to anyone now.

the moment the bathroom door slams shut, luke has you up against the door, lips smashed against yours, smearing your lip gloss across your lips and his. he revels in the sweet flavor of strawberries and cherries. his hands are all over you, groping at your tits through what luke thinks must’ve been an intentionally too-tight shirt.

usually, he would prep you before fucking you, but right now he just needs you, bad. luke has you jump up onto the sink counter, hiking up your denim mini-skirt and pulling your panties to side. your glistening cunt is revealed to him, and he lets out a low groan at the sight. “so fucking wet,” he drags a finger through your slit and you shudder at the touch.

“please, luke. need you right fucking now,” you whimper, lip beginning to quiver a bit. he kisses the pout off of your lips as he one-handedly unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to his knees, just enough to take his cock out of the confines of his boxers. “shhh,” he coos as he presses into you. the burn was a little bit uncomfortable, but the pleasure domineered over it in seconds.

“shit, doll. how are you always tighter every time i fuck you?” luke’s voice has become more high-pitched, breathier, too as he rocks his hips in and out of your achy hole. “so big, luke. can feel you here,” you grab his hand and guide it to your lower abdomen, pressing down and letting luke feel himself move in your gut.

his pupils seem to fill his eyes with black at sight before he whimpers, really whimpers. and all this has done for him was urge him to go harder, faster.

luke was thrusting into you at such a pace you could feel him bruising your poor cervix. “luke, wait. luke, i’m gonna cum!” you exclaim, and luke takes this as initiative to bring a hand down to in between the both of you and draw tentative, slightly messy, circles on your clit.

it only took a few swipes of his thumb on your bud before you were unravelling all over his cock. the convulsions and pulsing around luke’s dick was all he needed to cum, too; emptying his heavy load into your womb.

after a few assuring kisses all over your face and a thorough clean up, luke looks down at you as he swipes stray hairs from your face and tucks it behind your ear. “always so good for me. never have to tell you you’re mine now, hm?”

the moment is sweet before you’re rudely interrupted by a pounding outside the door.

“are you done fucking in there? i need to take a piss!”

© kisses4kaia