#luka modric smut

[2-fast-2-curious]

heyyy okay so im going to req the same footballer again bc i just saw ur post asking to describe them a little. luka modric is so so sweet, he is very kind and what makes him attractive to me, is his accent which is a mix of a bunch of accents because he knows so many languages but it sounds more slavic than anything. he has a deep voice and goddamn does that knock me off my feet. He seriously is just the sweetest but when he gets angry he gets furious. I hope this helps a little more!

[M4F] Pavlov's Pussy

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[gav1whore9]

!VISCA BARCA Y VISCA CATALUNYA!

VAMOOOOSSS BARCA 💙♥️

(Also gavi looked super hot this match and he did so good)

[awesometheydontknowiamhere]

Okay time to bring this back.

I genuinely don't know what I'll do with myself after the WC is over.

Help a girl maintain her sanity out here and lemme know if you gus want to see anything specific.

So y'all know I am unecesarrily horny and way too single.

So I am going to be writing Football Fanfiction.

Feel free to leave any asks/ player recommendations/ any thing else you would like to see.

[p8droo]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 !

— ‘who do you write 4?’ : antoine griezmann , neymar jr , hakimi , oliver grioud , richarlison , jude bellingham , trent alexander , jack grealish , son , foden , prime!messi , prime!cristano , joão felix , vini jr , prime!kaka , prime!luka modric , darwin nuñez , emi martinez and wtvr u req , if i dont accpet i dont know the player </3 . I also write for alot of f1 drivers !! pierre gasly, charles leclerc , carlos sainz , max verstappen , lando norris , danny ric and more!

smut : ✰

old masterlist

football :

judes thighs! ✰

pedri perv ✰

pedri by the pool ✰

kai perv ✰

formula one :

[lukawodric]

sound on – (one shot)

luka modrić x reader warnings: smut (gosh, you’re all dragging me to hell with you).  words: 1.726 a/n: probably the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written after almost is never enough. let me know if you like it or if there’s anything wrong with spelling and etc. enjoy, you dirty people.

After some time together, you both knew by heart exactly how the other one used to act. All the manias, all the things you liked and disliked and even the way you could act in front of unexpected situations. The end of classic sentences, the favourite food, the favourite places to visit… It’s cozy and comfortable to be with someone who can see right through you like Luka does. When you arrived home after a dinner with the whole team, you both just lied down on your bed to watch something on Netflix. You had your head restfully placed on his chest as his hand went up from your back to caress your hair. Running your fingers on his torso lazily, you started thinking to yourself that, when it comes to sex, he’s usually very quiet. More than you’d like him to be. Luka is the focused type of person who can’t just let go of this specific characteristic. Not even in bed. Everything has to follow the script on his head so he can please the both of you like his imagination tells him to do. A smirk appeared on your lips as your head moved up a little to see him attentively studying every single frame of the series on the TV. Tonight, you had decided that you’d show him something he’d never expect. The bond between you two, this time, wouldn’t tell him what you were up to. What Luka does to you, the way he satisfies you… all of these things are priceless. He gets you shaking and he reaches the exact right spots. It’s like he could read your body like a map. But this time, you’d return it to him twice as better and most important: you’d make him finally leave his silence aside. Luka glanced back at you and showed you that sweet smile of his. “¿Qué pasa?” His adorable accent sounded like music to your ears, almost making you give up on your dirty thoughts. “Nothing, bub,” You answered him, supporting your cheek on his skin. “Just wanted to admire you for a bit.” Blinking, he smiled even more in response as you kissed the spot where you chin was before. Your lips traveled up, covering his chest with warm and wet smackers and a few goosebumps dared to show up and warn you about the effect you were causing on him. You were now peppering kisses along his neck, licking your lips after each touch to provide him the same good sensation unstoppably. Luka fluttered his eyes shut and took a deeper breath, holding the back of your head lightly and fixing his hair away from his face with his free hand. When you reached his stubble, he licked his lips and waited for yours to catch them, initiating an intense but slow kiss as your tongues touched with caution and took their time to taste and explore each other. You started making your way back down as he threatened to flip you under him. Immediately, you moved up, grabbed both his arms and forced him to cross them above his head. Confused, Luka rested his head on his crossed arms and glared at your face, looking for a reason. You unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere, clinging your bodies once again right after. “Just be good, babe.” You gave him a little taste of the answer he was looking for and trailed the kisses to his perfectly shaped abdomen, catching every freckle embellishing his skin with your mouth. He watched you as you both kept the eye contact and your body went down supported by your knees and making your hips dance, showing him the dimples at the bottom of your back as your upper half went down. Nipping and sucking at his v-line, your hands played with the waistband of his black boxers. He let a sigh leave his mouth at the vision of you teasing him. Good. That’s exactly what you wanted him to do. But that was only the beginning. You squeezed his thighs after removing his briefs, grabbing a handful of his bulge with your right hand as the left hand palmed his abs, going up slowly. Luka squirmed against your touch but rapidly found a way to deal with your traces more quietly. You teased him by pulling his tip closer to your mouth, kissing it so delicately he could barely tell if you were actually making any contact. You continued on playing with him by licking all the extension of his length without going any further than this, leaving an impatient Luka licking his upper lip and exhaling peevishly. You knew the rule the guys from the national team told you on the first day you met them: don’t ever get Luka irritated or you might see the angry side of him in its scariest way. Were you giving a single damn about it? Not at all. When he started rearranging his body to get up and get things done, you grabbed his tip with your mouth, licked it and sucked, letting it go with a ‘pop’. Instantly, his body gave up and hit the pillows behind him. You smiled, while holding his throbbing shaft and pumping it with a little bit more of pressure and calmly just to have fun with his desperate mood. His hairline starting to get wet from the sweat, his lungs working harder to keep on breathing properly, his legs moving uninterruptedly to find a way to feel comfortable with all this torture. Promptly, you pinned his dense thighs down on the mattress and took all of him inside your mouth at once. His back arched, making it reach even deeper on your throat. Luka let out a painful groan, his husky voice made you move your head up again and you smirked at him, holding his soaked cock. He looked down at your expression, still very confused and fighting hard to deal with the agony you were providing him. He wondered a thousand times what happened to you? He wasn’t sure he liked it, but internally he was totally begging for more and dying to see where you were leading him to. You put all of his length inside of your warm and wet mouth once again and begun to apply suction as your head started bobbing up and down against his crotch. The wet sounds filling up the room gave his body chills and Luka felt relaxed enough to release a few sighs here and there. You picked up pace and he gasped for air instantly. The veins on his arms and thighs were now pulsing and marking his white and smooth skin with the purple lines showing. Holding the sides of his body tightly, you slowed down the rhythm when you saw him closing his eyes and dropping his chin, leaving his lips opened and puffing the air strongly, making his cheeks inflate as he pouted in a silent ‘u’. His eyes looked for yours in order to make you notice that he was close and wanting more of that. “¿Qué pasa?” You questioned, clearly noting that he was close by the way his shaft started palpitating inside of your mouth as you took him one more time. He finally worked on some words. “I’m… so close…” With difficulty, his raspy tone responded and he rubbed his face in exasperation. Luka was afraid to be rude to you as he felt his blood boiling everywhere, so he took a deep breath, stood up on his elbows and caressed your cheek with his thumb and ran his fingers through your hair, pulling it so softly and with attitude at the same time. He encouraged you to go down and you obeyed, looking profoundly on his eyes and making him shiver. “What do you want?” You were now stroking his shaft carefully, directing its head towards your tongue. “I…” He had to take a quick moment to appreciate the sensation. “I want this pretty mouth of yours around me. No stopping this time.” It took him everything to leave his shyness aside and ask you and turns out if made him feel dominant again, the way he likes to act in the bedroom. He’s bossy in bed and he just can’t help it. Starving, you grabbed him and worked hard on swirling your tongue all around his throbbing cock to spread the wetness for your lips wrapped around him to slide easily, making Luka throw his head back and move his hips in the direction of your hot and wanting mouth. Languidly and precisely, you moved again and his bulge was now also thrusting to meet your mouth while his tongue started cursing and rolling your name off his throat lowly, but audible enough for you to keep on doing it faster. Groaning, Luka gently pulled your head down for you to deep-throat him as he watched to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you in anyways. As you got up again and started sucking him faster, he let go of your head to support his body on both his elbows once again and his abs begun to contract, warning you that he was close. You mapped his muscles with your fingers as your free hand clutched his thigh. That was it. He released a deep moan, completely unable to keep it for him. “M’gonna cum, fuck!” He was so lost in this feeling that he didn’t even notice what he just said. You moved your hand down to stroke the base of his shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth as you kept on sucking him and he exploded. Legs shaking, chest moving up and down urgently and hands holding the sheets. You left his length to crawl above him, placing a kiss on his sweaty abs, chest, neck and then cheek. Lying beside him, you covered his body with the blanket and positioned your head on where it was before. Luka tapped your shoulder twice for you to move and you looked at him confused. “Is anything wrong?” You asked, concerned. He held your waist firmly. “My turn.” He mumbled. “Aren’t you too tired for that?” Raising an eyebrow, you challenged him. Rule number two: don’t ever challenge Luka. Challenges aren’t traps. For Luka, a challenge is a fuel. “Wanna try me?” He placed your silhouette under his.

[emthesinger]

An Unlikely Lover

Chapter 3

My eyes open, but it’s a struggle to wake up. It’s so bright in this room. My head is pounding like crazy. I hate hangovers. Well, I mean who doesn’t? Once my eyes open, I realize there are some men in this room

OH MY GOD DID I GET KIDNAPPED OR RAPED?! Oh Lord please have mercy on my soul.

Most of the team is in this room, so I put this all together... I’m in Luka’s suite. I check under the covers to make sure I have all my clothes on. I only have my undergarments on my body. 

“Is she awake?” Dejan asks and kneels beside the bed to check on me.

“Y-Yeah. You guys woke me up.” I say, and sit up on the bed like a princess.

Dejan, Sime, Mateo, Ivan P, Ivan R, Vedran, Domo, Mario, and Ante all hop onto the bed and start talking to me all at once. I’m overwhelmed, I just don’t know how to react.

“Good morning.” Sime says, sitting next to me. 

I cover myself with the blanket so no one could see my goods. 

“Hi.” I reply.

The door opens, and all the guys get off the bed.

“We’ll see you all later.” Luka says, coming in with a. tray of food, and a box.

“Bye!” Sime and Dejan tell me at the same time, before leaving the room.

“Good morning babygirl.” He says and sets the tray of food on the bed.

“Morning, Luka. What happened last night?”

“You fell asleep in the limo. But once you got here, you just stripped and fell asleep.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I brought you breakfast and tea.” 

“Thank you very much.”

“And I bought you a gift.”

“Oh, Luka, you didn't have to.”

“Yes, I did. You’re special, J.”

The blondie hands me the box, but he opens it with excitement.

So. Cute. 

It’s two of his jerseys, home and away, plus two mini denim skirts and shoes. 

What did I even do to deserve a sugar daddy?

I’m speechless, this is all so pretty and I do not deserve it. I looked like a slob last night. The skirts even have the Croatian team logo on them. 

“Thank you so much!” I say, happily and hug him. 

As I’m hugging him, I realize I'm still in my bra and underwear. Shit. 

“No problem. I also got you this.” 

It’s a blue box, like the ones for jewelry. A diamond necklace that says ‘Love, Luka’ on it.

“I can’t accept this. It’s all too much.”

“It’s alright. I want you to have it. Let me put it on for you.”

I turn around, so he can put the necklace on. It fits perfectly. 

“Thank you. And may I borrow a t-shirt?” I ask, covering my goods.

He hands me a big white t-shirt to wear. I put it on, and start eating.

“We’re going sightseeing around Moscow today. Could even go to the beach. Sounds good?’

I nod, and continue eating. A couple minutes later, there is nothing on the tray; leaving me completely full. 

“I’m full.”

“I can tell. How are you feeling?” 

“My head hurts like crazy but that’s pretty much it.”

“Hmm.” Is all he says and leans in. 

The Croat starts rubbing my temples with one hand, and the other is rubbing my thighs. This sends shivers down my spine. I'm utterly confused as to what is happening at this instant. 

It’s a struggle to find words to ask him. But I just say what’s in my mind.

“L-Luka, what are you doing?” I stutter. And I never stutter. 

“Shh.” 

All I could literally do is listen to what he says, which is to be quiet and let whatever that could happen; happen. We both lean in a second time, and realize that we’re about to kiss. His hand that was touching my thighs moves to my back and he’s touching my spine now. My nose touches his nose, and our lips are about to meet, until, both of our rings at the same time.

Just my luck. It’s my mom calling. She never calls. And it’s not that we don’t talk because we have problems; only because we’re both really busy. Especially right now. I was about to kiss Luka Modrić. The Luka Modric.

Luka and I answer our phones at the same time. I get out of bed and walk straight to the balcony. 

“Hi Mom.” I say.

“J, I have news that you are not going to like.” My mom, Ava, is not one to cry. However, she is crying over the phone. 

This must be serious. 

I start to worry.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Your piano teacher, Mr. Winslow passed today. In a car accident. I am so sorry. I know how important he was to you.”

Mr. Winslow, my piano teacher, was someone I considered as a father. When my parents divorced, not only did he teach me piano, he was there for me, my mom, and my twin brother. So yeah, in a way he was my stepfather. 

“Honey, are you there?” She asks, since I didn’t answer her after she told me the news.

“Y-yeah. I’m here.” My voice breaks. I can’t even speak anymore. I’m at a loss for words. 

Before Luka could see me, I just grab my stuff, and leave in a rush. Grief is all I feel, along with tremendous loss. This man was so important to me. He took me out to dinner after my first piano recital. He took me to school almost everyday. He taught me how to drive, how to sing, and so many great things in life that I know how to do; is because of this man. He went to every single school event, and went to my high school graduation. He went to my college graduation. Of course I was going to not be okay. 

I’m walking down the hotel floor hallway, crying and trying not to sob. I’m holding this all in, cause I don’t want to make a scene. 

“The funeral is in two days. Do you think you can make it, or do they need you urgently with the team?” Even her British--with a slight of Scottish--accent remind me of him.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can Mom. I’m going to start looking for flights to Carlisle.”  

“I’m so sorry Jimenna. I am just as hurt as you. I really am. I can’t wait to see you. I love you.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

She hangs up the phone before I do, leaving me to cry. A door in the hallway opens and a tall man walks towards me. Since I’m crying so much, I have blurry, spotted vision. My hands are shaking, my lips quivering, my eyes probably swollen by now. I take my eyes off the figure and stare blankly at the floor. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sime asks.

I can’t reply, I just can’t. My eyes stay glued to the floor. Tears stream down my face, and onto the carpet. 

“Hey, hey, shh. Come with me muñeca.” (doll in Spanish. Sime knows Spanish because he played for Atletico Madrid.)

The tall brunette picks me up, bridal style and takes me to his room. He gently sets me on his king sized bed. 

“My stepdad died in a car accident today,: 

I call him my stepfather, even though he never was. But in my heart he was.

“Oh. I’m so sorry for your loss, Come here.” Sime says, extending his arms for a  hug. 

I wrap my arms around his muscular torso and he wraps one of his arms around my (sorta) tiny waist. His other arm rubs my back to calm me down. It just feels so right being around him. I’m caught between Luka and Sime. They’re too hot, and charming. I don’t know what to do. Literally. 

“Thank you Sime.”

“What can I do to help?”

“I don’t know. Just be here for me.”

“For sure, I really like you. And we just met.”

Like I said, I’m caught between two daddies. But I didn't know what to say. So I reply with the first thing that came into my mind.

“I like you too.”

“Will you give me a chance at being your boyfriend?”

Shit. 

“Yeah. of course.”

~

I’m still in Sime’s room, on his laptop, looking for a flight back to Carlisle, Cumbria, England. 

“Please don’t go.” Sime whines.

“I have to. I’m sorry, he’s family.” 

As I’m typing, he can see the stress, frustration and tension in my body. He grabs my hand, in the middle of looking for a flight back home and kisses it. 

I giggle like a stupid little schoolgirl and feel heat in my face. I’m blushing like a dumbass.

“Sime, stop.” I tell him with a laugh, but since he heard my childish giggle; he doesn't take me too seriously.

“And if I don’t?”

“I won’t let you come with me back home.”

“Ok, ok! I’ll stop.”

“Thank you.”

I spend many more minutes looking and looking for flights. And then I finally find one to Newcastle Airport, which is 50 miles from my home city. I don’t care at this point, I just book the flight and call it a day.

“I got us a flight to my home. It’s in a couple hours.”

“Where is that?”

“I was born in Nicaragua, but moved to Carlisle, Cumbria in England as a little girl. But I always moved back and forth from there and Melrose. So near the Scottish Borders.”

“Hmm, no wonder I couldn’t pinpoint where you were from because of your accent.”

“Yeah, difficult, huh? Three different accents in one short girl from two different continents.”

“It’s beautiful, regardless.”

“Thank you.” I reply, with a smile. “Thank you for making me feel much better than before. Yeah, of course I’m still sad. But I have you.”

“Hmm,” he says, before kissing me. 

[despairforme]

Get to know the mod!

tagged by: @spidersandthorns-blog​ ( thank you for tagging me! )

Name: Toby ( alias / pen-name)

Pronouns: They / Them.

Zodiac Sign: Pisces.

Taken or Single: It’s complicated.

3 Facts:

1 - I’m only 4′9 and I love it.

2 - Plants are super big mood bringers for me. Watering my plants? Zen mode activated for 48 hours.

3 - I’m a big football fan! My teams are Bayern München and Real Madrid and my favorite footballer is Luka Modric. 

Platforms Used: Tumblr, skype, discord and some Norwegian forums way back in the day. Muse Preference - 

Gender: I only write cis-male characters. However, I intend to broaden my horizon with OCs at some point in time.

Least favorite face?: Hm, tough one. I guess I just really like unique face claims, and the ones that are overused are kinda boring to me?

Multi or Single: For myself I prefer to run a single muse blog. I do run a dual-muse account, and if I ever decide to try my hand at OCs again, I’d make a multi. As for interacting? I don’t have a preference.

Fluff: Heck yes. My muses are hard to write fluff with but it’s generally something I enjoy a lot.

Angst: Absolutely!

Smut: On this blog I only write nsfw subjects with Nnoitra’s ship-partner. On my other blogs I’m open to writing such themes, but I’m extremely selective. I also don’t write such things on discord or skype or in any private setting. Weirds me out.

Plot/Memes: Plots are my preferred go-to! I don’t reblog a lot of memes myself, but I try to send some in at least.

[holy-n-evil]

Firstly thank u so much for giving the croatia nt fandom the love it deserves!I'm not Croatian myself but this team won me over from the groupstages! As a bayern fan i can't stand RM but I bow down to Luka Modric and regret not following RM more just for him. Could u pls do an imagine with Luka after the Argentina game when he's on a post-victory high and wants to be "in charge", giving reader so much loving that's it's pure torture. If this isn't ur thing pls dont feel obliged.Thank u♡♡

Now I feel bad for saying this, but I don't exactly feel comfortable with writing smut for the nt. I apologise from the bottom of my soul.But thank you for all the nice things you've said. 💕💕💕

[emthesinger]

uhhh daddy alert😍😩 i’m going to start imagines!! it could be anyone from the croatian national team. :) only you and the player though. no guy on guy stuff, i suck at writing that. text me on here if you’d like one!

[lukawodric]

body say – luka modric

pairing: luka modrić x reader words: 2.146 warnings: dirty words & sex. musical inspiration: do what u want – lady gaga (featuring r. kelly) & kiss it better – rihanna

Matches could be real tough sometimes. 

Luka rarely let the stress take over him enough to shut his face and stay quiet for a long time but that day was clearly a test. 

He had lots of issues. His kicks were gradually getting stronger and going nowhere. He passed and nobody was there to keep the ball rolling. The opponents wouldn’t get tired of breaking him down. Actually, after the last time someone ran into him, he walked to the ref to complain. A yellow card out of the blue. When he tried to argue, the ref just threatened to give him a red.  He walked away, punching the air with an angry expression on his face. 

Match ends. 

Luka leaves the pitch, walking straight to the shower.  The teammates tried to calm him down and say polite words in order to make this anger go away.  Nothing.  He made his way to the shower, roughly opening the faucet, giving zero fucks if the water was going to be hot or cold.  Tilting his head down, he supported his body on his arm stretched against the tiles. The other arm went up for his hand to rudely run through his hair. After 5 minutes of shower, he grabbed his backpack and left, bleakly saying and waving goodbye to the team. 

In the parking lot, he met you leaned against the car waiting for him. When he tried to open the driver door, you took the keys of his hand.  “Considering this outrage, no way in hell I’d let you drive.”  “[Y/N], just give me th-“  You raised your hand up, holding the keys away from him. With your head, you just quickly pointed your chin to the passenger door.  Powerless, he took his backpack off his back and walked towards the other door. 

Inside the car, he kept his head against his hand and stared at the window, trying to find a distraction on what was happening on the streets.  You tried to bring him back to the tranquility again by gently pressing his knee, going up to his thigh. He didn’t even move. 

At home, you opened the door and, as always, he let you in first.  But, when he entered the house, he couldn’t help himself and smashed the door. Leaving the keys aside, you saw him violently walking to the bedroom, making a loud sound of his steps behind him. 

This time, you left the shower to meet a tired (and still very mad) Luka in the bed.  He was shirtless, probably on Instagram, checking his feed, uninterruptedly moving his thumb up.  “Want me to cook something?” You asked, brushing your wet hair.  “No. I’m not hungry.” He replied, locking his phone’s screen and leaving it on the night table. 

Putting the hairbrush back on the dresser, you stopped in the foot of the bed. Staring at him, both of you with your arms crossed, you smiled at him.  “I know you’re pissed. Let me do something for you? C’mon! I can cook your favorite food… it might cheer you up a little bit.”  Luka is a good person, but he can be really stubborn sometimes. Specifically when he was stressed.  “I’m good.” He answered.  You crawled towards the space between his opened legs. Sitting on his lap, you held his hands, filling the spaces between his fingers with your fingers. Moving your hands up to his biceps, you got close to his face and softly whispered against his lips, almost touching yours:  “Then let me take this feeling out of you somehow. I hate to see you like this.” You insisted.  “[Y/N], I appreciate what you’re trying to do. I really do. I’m-“  “Tired… I know. Just stay where you are.” You quickly touched your lips on his. “Close your eyes…” You kissed him again. “You know that I know what to do to get you out of this mood.” You finished, with your hands making the way up to his shoulders, neck and then face, intensely kissing him. 

When your hands moved back to his neck, smoothly pulling his hair and him even closer, he had to lift himself up and sit straight. Your tongues touched with precision, because, although the atmosphere was unpleasant, you both knew where you wanted to go with this.  The kiss wasn’t a secret for any of you, but you couldn’t tell how it was going to be after a few seconds. So, when things started heating up, Luka scrunched his eyebrows together and finally made his first move by holding your waist with his hands wide open. He was expecting softness and he couldn’t be more wrong. You finished the kiss biting his bottom lip, making him do the same when your face went down on his neck and then chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses and giving his body chills.  Luka saw you heading the kisses towards his groin and tried to hold the towel wrapped around your body by passing his hand through your hair, neck, shoulder and back.  You moved up straight away and pulled his legs to your direction, making him lie down. You grabbed his arms and put them up above his head.  “If you move, I’ll stop.” Promptly blinking at him, you kept the eye contact meanwhile going down to where you were before. This time, you took off his shorts and started kissing him even with his boxers still on. It was priceless to look at his nervous expression, apparently going even angrier and losing his patience. You took his anxiety for granted and used it against him, handling and clenching his member and feeling it contract against your touch.  Luka couldn’t help but sigh, roughly rubbing his face in exasperation.  You, on the other hand, tried hard not to laugh at his desperation. The picture of Luka laid down, pissed and anxious was definitely turning you on and you smiled, slowly taking off his black boxers.  Once again, he moved his torso up and with his underwear halfway down, you protested:  “What did I tell you?”  He pulled it himself, kicking the cloth aside and let his body fall back again, sighing one more time.  When you went down and started playing with him by sucking him really deep and slow, he punched the mattress. That was definitely torture. You glanced at him, finding Luka with his eyes firmly closed and his lips smashed against each other, forming a thin line.  Your hands were strongly going up his thighs, pressing them. This made him hold your hair in a ponytail, trying not to pull it way too hard. He obviously failed this when you moved your head faster. He let a deep moan escape and, when his sight started blurring he got up, grabbed your body and put you laid down under him.  Suddenly, your towel had been aggressively taken. You could only see it flying across the room and feel his warm tongue and mouth working on every inch of your chest.  He got impatient enough to be really bossy. He needed to have something controlled by him this time out of the field.  He made all the way down to between your thighs, picked them up on his shoulders and kissed their inner parts lazily, grabbing them so strong that his short nails were almost hurting you.  When Luka languidly licked you from the bottom to the top, you nearly screamed.  “If you make any sound, I’ll stop.” He smirked and got back to what he was doing.  You couldn’t believe his words and supported your body on your elbows, preparing yourself to whatever he was planning. You knew that, once he gave himself the job of warning, you could expect literally everything because he wouldn’t measure any efforts.  When he vigorously licked you again and sucked you, you felt the air leaving your lungs and couldn’t seem to breathe properly again.  You left the lowest sound get off your throat and then he backed out, just exhaling. You were almost begging him not to stop. He only continued when you took a deep breath, bit your lip and looked at him, silently asking for more. If you let, he would spend the rest of the night doing that.  You felt your nerves sparkling and that pleasant sensation echoing on your whole body.  “Luka… I’m gonna-“ You tried to say.  He quickly moved up.  “Turn around.” He ordered.  Now, laying on your stomach, you heard him again:  “Get down on all fours.”  And when you did, he fiercely held your waist with one hand and used the other one to place himself on your entrance.  Luka took a while to fill you completely and when he finished, he pulled your hair, bringing your body up and, close to your ear, he said:  “Now I wanna hear you.”  Letting your body get down again, still holding your hair, he moved sluggishly. His movements were specifically planned on his head to tease you more and more.  You felt chills down your spine and decided to move against his hips when your body reacted with your trembling legs.  In a lack of rationality, he smacked his hand down on your butt and dared to order again:  “Faster.”  The image of you rapidly moving towards his groin made him tilt his head back. Handling your hair tighter, he spoke with a strong voice:  “I said… I wanna hear you.” And finished this phrase he roughly collided your bodies.  It was impossible to keep quiet. Your mouth opened involuntarily and you had to let a loud moan get off your throat.  You heard Luka sigh behind you, passing his hands down your back and ending up guiding your actions.  Lying down and keeping your hips still up, you moved faster and felt your body completely surrendering.  Both of you could feel every part being taken by a tingle from your fingertips, traveling through the chest, belly and pelvis.  Luka quickly grabbed you and switched positions.  “Ride.”  He lifted his arms up above his head, like he was at first.  Licking his upper lip, he closed his eyes and felt his member being satisfied by the tender tightness of yours, going up and down.  When you started moving your hips in circles, he gently held you by the neck and brought you closer, making your upper body getting down to his. His other hand slid under the space between you two, massaging you clit.  “Like this…”  With your hands spread on his chest, he kept your posterior part up by supporting the back of your thighs and moved his crotch against yours, making a loud noise fill up the bedroom at the time he started going stronger, insanely accelerating.  Now, you couldn’t help but moan together incessantly.  The hearts were beating fast, the lungs were begging for air and you two were only looking out for more. The wetness made everything slide easily and, as a consequence, you felt your muscles contract. With him all inside of you, it was like both of your nerves were burning. Luka felt his member pulsing and had to kissed you deeply. You couldn’t keep the kiss going for too long and interrupted it to breathe out heavily.  Your nails were digging on his chest. Your eyes were tightly closed. Your lips were red from all the biting.  Luka glanced at you like this and smirked again. That’s what he was looking for. You, all under his control, being pleased and not even able to hold the feelings for yourself.  “Don’t… stop…” You had difficulty to ask.  He sat down, looked deep in your eyes – now opened – and moved intensely to make you reach the edge of the climax. Concentrated, he placed his tongue in front of his front teeth, analyzing every single expression on your face.  Luka finally got your body pounding inside and you totally gave up. Almost screaming and squeezing his shoulders, your body was shaking and the pleasure increased the wetness, making Luka cum right after by moving up three more times. 

You were exhausted, cuddling your sweaty bodies, still heavily inhaling. He had his hand caressing the side part of your body, from your thigh to your breast, shoulder, neck and hair.  He softly kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose and your lips.  Both with eyes closed, he started:  “I’m sorry if I was a pain in the ass before.”  “It’s okay… it’s gone now, right?”  “Yes…”  Luka opened his eyes and stared at your tired and yet peaceful face. Touching your cheek with the back of his hand, he asked:  “Would you get mad if I say that I’m hungry now?”  “Well… there’s a word for this…”  “Please?”  You grabbed his phone from the night table.  “Delivery.” You gave him the object. “Bon appétit!”