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Tattoos & Pick-Up Lines | Tattoo Artist! Luke Glanton x AFAB! Reader

Pairing: Tattoo Artist AU! Luke Glanton x AFAB! Reader

Summary: You pop over to the tattoo shop next door for your first ever tattoo and are in luck when the artist you have a crush on offers himself up for the job. His last client runs into after hours and now it's just the two of you in the shop.....Whatever could happen?

Warnings: mention of tattoo process/care, anxiety, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (female receiving), bit of praise kink. cheesy pick-up lines. I think that's it?

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I don't even want to say how long this fic has been in my WIPs... (Since November, I think??) Thanks to all of the Goose babes for the idea way back when, and for continuing to cheer me on to get this fic finally finished 6+ months later... 🫣🫣I hope y'all enjoy the thought of a Tattoo Artist Luke as much as I do... 🥵🥵 This is not beta'd so all mistakes are my own, and it's 3am, so....

Sucking in a deep breath, you steel your nerves and step into the tattoo shop. You knew that you should’ve made an appointment, but you were too afraid you’d chicken out and not show up. So, here you were, making a last-minute decision to pop in after your shift at the cafe next door. The sound of door chimes signaled your arrival, but you couldn’t see anything or anyone from where you stood. It seemed each artist had their own private station, but all you could hear was the hum of tattoo machines and soft rock music.

You stood in place for a moment before a familiar face popped out from a set of curtains, chomping down on an apple. When he spots you, a smile lights up his features. “Hey, I know you.” He calls out as he closes the distance between you. “You work at the cafe next door, yeah?” 

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod. “Yeah, you’re Luke, right?” You ask, recognizing the bleach blonde’s tatted complexion as a regular. He stops in every morning to grab a cup of black coffee, nearly downing it in one go as he wills himself to wake up. Then, he returns a few hours later for the latest sugar-packed seasonal drink, looking like a brand new man. Early morning Luke can barely even manage to give you a wink, but afternoon Luke? That version of him has the cheesiest pick-up lines you’ve ever heard. You’re embarrassed to admit how much his visits make your day. But, in truth, he was part of the reason you picked this shop and not the one two streets over. You’ve harbored a crush on the tattoo artist for a few months now, and if anyone were to give you a tattoo, you’d hoped it would be him. 

Luke nods, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Yeah, that’s me.” He takes a moment to look you over. “So, you looking to get a tattoo?” 

“Yeah, I want to get a small rose on my hip.” Luke’s eyes follow as you gesture towards your right side. “It’ll actually be my first.” You admit a bit shyly.  

“Really?” Luke questions, his brows raised. “Well, we’ll have to make it special.” He teases with a wink.

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. God, why did he have to be so hot? You can feel warmth spreading up your neck and it takes everything in you not to smile giddily.

He shoots a glance towards the curtain he came from. “I’ve got a client right now, just giving them a break.” His bright blue eyes return to you. “Are you free to wait about thirty minutes or so?” 

Furrowing your brows, you take a quick look at the clock on the wall. It was rather late in the day. How late did they stay open? You were unsure of that answer, so you asked. “Won’t you be closed by then?” 

That damned smirk that hadn’t left his lips grew even larger, if possible, as he shrugged. “I stay as late as my clients need me to.”

This is almost worse than getting the actual tattoo. Why did you think this would be a great idea again? He’s far too charming for his own good.

“Y-yeah, I’m free to wait.” You stutter out.

“Great.” He shot you a wink before motioning towards the leather chairs in the waiting area. “I’ll be out as soon as I can.” He then walked backwards towards his curtain, taking another bite from his half-eaten apple. 

Luke waited until you were seated before he disappeared from view, almost as if he was worried you might leave instead. Honestly, you were half-tempted. This was better than waiting for an appointment that could’ve been days later, but your nerves were still eating away at you. You were starting to second-guess your idea that getting a tattoo from Luke was your best option. Initially, you thought you’d trust him the most. He was far from the only tattoo artist that popped over for coffee, but he was the only one that actually spoke to you when he did. Granted, a lot of the conversations began with his cheesy pick-up lines, but the others hardly said two words to you. You gnawed on your bottom lip and picked up a stray magazine, hoping that the next thirty minutes would pass quickly. 

After what felt like an eternity, Luke and his client emerged from his station. The other artists had already left for the night, so once the final client departed, Luke locked the shop doors behind him. A part of you understood that it was simply for safety, but another implication sent butterflies swirling in your stomach. He wanted the two of you to be alone and uninterrupted. 

Luke clapped his hands together, rubbing them as he shot you a grin. “Ready, princess?” 

God damn him. Your breath caught in your throat again as the pet name took you by surprise. Simply nodding, as that’s all you could manage at the moment, you raised from your seat. Then, he led you back to his station, the chair already in position for you to lay upon when you were ready. 

Luke pats the leather with his inked hand. “Take a seat. I’ll show you what I drew up.” He said, reaching for his tablet as you sit down. 

Your brows raise in shock. You hadn’t expected him to already have something ready. “You already drew something?” The question tumbled from your lips before you realized it. How much time did he have on his hands earlier, anyway? 

He nods, turning the tablet for you to view once he had the design on the screen. “Yeah. I had this in mind the second you said rose.” He explained as if it were nothing. It was a simple design, yet still elegant and dainty, just as you had envisioned. You wanted to question how he was able to nail it on the first try, but you supposed that’s what kept him booked and busy. That and maybe his good looks….

“I love it.” You affirmed, a smile gracing your face. 

His expression mimicked yours. “Great, now, show me exactly where you’re thinking.” 

You feel heat creeping up your neck. Of course, you knew you’d have to bare some skin in order to get this tattoo, but that didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat at the thought. Standing up, you reach behind you, unzipping your skirt and shimmying it down your thighs a bit to reveal your hip. You hiked up the strap of your underwear to fully reveal the spot you wanted the rose. 

Luke got a good look and then spun around to start grabbing items that he needed. “You can take the skirt completely off, if you’d be more comfortable that way. Might be painful to lay on it half unzipped.” He comments idly, shooting a quick glance in your direction. 

You chew on your lower lip, debating on his logic. After a moment, you decided he had a point. Fully unzipping your skirt, you let it fall to the floor around your ankles. Luke’s attention momentarily turns towards you, and you certainly don’t miss the smirk that spreads across his face. Picking up the article of clothing, you fold it neatly and set it on the table nearby before sitting down once more. 

Another few moments and Luke returns to your side. He presses a gentle hand on your shoulder as he guides you to lay on your back. Once you’re in position, he disinfects the area and begins applying the stencil. Once the stencil is in place, he directs you to check the placement in the full-length mirror. Getting back up, you walk to the mirror in the corner of the room. You twist and pose as you stare at your reflection, all too aware of the piercing blue eyes watching your every move. Satisfied with how it’ll turn out, you settle back down onto the chair and let out a heavy sigh. 

“Nervous?” Luke asks as he readies the inks and needles he’ll be using while the stencil finishes drying. 

You feel a tightness in your chest as you turn your head towards Luke. “Yeah, a bit. I’m not the biggest fan of needles.” You admit, nibbling on your lower lip. 

Luke gives you a comforting smile. “Don’t worry. By the time I’m done, you’ll be coming back for more, princess.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that, heat creeping up your neck for the second time this evening. 

As Luke moves closer, the tattoo gun in his hand, you suck in a quick breath. “It sounds a lot scarier than it is, I promise.” He assures, his dominant arm resting over your stomach gently. You return your gaze toward the ceiling as he shifts to get into a better position, but he immediately pauses. He scoots his chair until his face is hovering directly over yours, his eyes piercing your own. “If anything hurts too much or you just need a break, you let me know, okay? We’ll go as slow as you need to.” 

You swallow thickly at the intense eye contact, nodding in response. It was far too easy to get lost in those baby blues and you didn’t trust that you could form a coherent verbal response. 

He doesn’t budge from his spot above you as he commands you to speak. “I need your words, sweetheart.” 

You take a moment to compose yourself before responding. “I understand.” 

A flash of a smile is all you see before he’s back to hovering over your hip. “Good girl.” He praises.

Luke doesn’t give you any warning before he starts, but you suppose it worked best that way. The prick of the needle in your skin wasn’t too pleasant, and you let out a cry in surprise. After a few moments, though, you’re able to settle into the newfound pain. 

Luke works diligently, his arms resting upon your lower half in a way that almost brought you comfort. He wasn’t pressing too harshly or putting too much of his weight upon you, and he held your thigh in a firm but gentle hold. Without pausing, he checks in on you. “You good?” 

Your jaw may be clenched and a grimace holds your face prisoner at the foreign feeling, but you nod and manage to respond. “Yeah, I’m good.” 

He takes a moment to wipe away excess ink, but soon the needle is right back against your skin. “I bet your boyfriend is going to fucking love this.” He comments idly after a few beats of silence. 

A chuckle that sounds more like a scoff escapes from you. “Yeah, if only I had one.” 

You could practically feel Luke’s eyes dart up to your face as he paused in his ministrations briefly. You expected some sort of comment from him, but he simply hummed before returning to his task at hand. 

After a moment or two, he finally speaks. “So, does that mean my cheesy pick-up lines have a chance of working some day?” He asks a bit too nonchalantly. 

This time a genuine laugh escapes from you and those butterflies you had earlier erupted in your stomach. “Who says they haven’t already?” You replied coyly, your line of sight still locked on the ceiling above you. 

You felt his laugh more than you heard it, as his sharp exhale caressed your sensitive skin. “Oh yeah? Which one has been your favorite?” He inquired curiously. 

“Uh, do you remember that time I asked why you don’t make your own black coffee at home?” You pause briefly, allowing him to let out a hum of acknowledgement before continuing. “You said you always feel better when my face is the first one you see of the day.” As you spoke, the memories of that day swirled in your mind, and an absentminded smile tugged at your lips. 

“I was only telling the truth.” He spoke softly. A few seconds ticked by before he shook his head in disbelief. “I’ve dreamed of asking you out for weeks. And now, here you are, laying in my chair.” 

Your breath hitched in surprise at his admission at the same moment that his tattoo gun shut off. He leaned up from his work with a smile. “Don’t move, I’ve gotta clean you up.” He said, setting his gun off to the side before disappearing. 

After a few moments, he returned with a small bottle and paper towels. Luke gently cleaned and dried your fresh tattoo before covering it in a thin adhesive foil. “Alright, sweetheart, you can keep that on for about three to five days and it’ll keep your tattoo protected. If it comes off before then, that’s okay too. When you do take it off, make sure to wash and dry it with a paper towel.” He explained, ensuring that you were listening to him before he continued to rattle off everything you’d need to know about the aftercare of your new tattoo. 

Once he was satisfied that you had memorized your directions, he beamed down at you. His hand gave your bare thigh a gentle squeeze. “You did fucking great, princess, I’m proud of you.” 

His praise had heat creeping up your neck and another familiar one growing further south. As you feel your arousal begin to soak your panties, you can’t help but clench your thighs together. Unfortunately for you, Luke’s hand is still resting on your leg and his fingers get squished slightly by the movement, drawing his attention.

His baby blues flickered down to the apex between your thighs, only covered by your thong, before meeting your gaze. It was in that moment that something shifted in the air, the tension between you nearly palpable. 

Luke’s fingers slide beneath the strap of your panties without breaking eye contact. He gives them a gentle tug as he voices the question written across his face. “May I?” 

Your tongue dips out to wet your lips as you nod, excitement already pooling in your lower belly. 

Luke tsks. His finger hooks around the band of your underwear, giving it a tug before letting it snap back against your skin as a form of punishment. “Use your words, sweetheart.” He scolded.

“Yes, please,” you respond breathily. The slight sting on your left hip managed to draw your attention away from the dull pain of the new tattoo, but overall the pain was beginning to blend into pleasure. 

Satisfied with your response, Luke carefully and skillfully removes the garment without touching your new ink. He steps away for a quick moment, allowing a feeling of unease to settle in, until you realize he was only adjusting the chair you were laid upon. He brings you and the chair back into a seated position and pushes the leg stands out of the way. His calloused hands grab ahold of your knees and spread your legs open wide. Luke drops to a kneel in front of you and lets out an appreciative hum as he hungrily takes in your glistening folds. 

“You’re beautiful.” He compliments in a deeper, husky voice. He slides his inked hands beneath your thighs, fingers curling into your skin for purchase as he drags you closer to the edge of the seat. 

Your heart flutters in your chest as Luke’s lips press a soft kiss to your inner thigh. The feeling of his stubble scratching across your delicate skin has you squirming with excitement as he peppers you with teasing kisses. Just as you are growing impatient, you feel his breath fanning directly against where you need him most.

A moment later and his tongue glides through your folds, eliciting a moan from you. Luke lets out a muffled groan in response and uses his thumbs to gently open yourself up to him. He wastes no time in plunging his tongue deep within you and savoring your taste. He pulls away from you just long enough to groan out, “You’re fucking delicious, princess.” 

Your fingers thread through his short blonde hair as his tongue delves back inside of you seconds later. A whimper escapes from you as he finally moves to tease the bundle of nerves between your folds. You have no chance of holding back the moans that are falling from your lips as Luke devours you. Heat spreads rapidly through your body and at the same time the muscles in your lower stomach begin to tighten. 

“Oh, fuck.” You moan out breathlessly as you feel two of Luke’s fingers prod at your entrance and quickly slide in without resistance. You curse once more, even louder, as he curls his fingers and finds the perfect spot to apply pressure. 

Your walls tighten around his fingers and another groan rumbles against your clit in response. “Fuck, Luke, I’m gonna–.” Your words are cut off with a drawn out moan as you come all over his face. 

Luke continues to finger you through your orgasm, giving your oversensitive clit a gentle suck before he removes himself from your heat. The lower half of his face is glistening with your arousal. You only have a second to admire him and the way his pupils are blown with lust before he is standing at his full height. Your eyes instinctively drop to the visible bulge in Luke’s jeans and your walls clench in response. 

His clothed groin rolls against you as a needy rumble sounds in his throat. “Can I please?” Is all he is able to manage before his hips are rolling against yours again. 

You’re nodding without even thinking about it. “Yes, god, yes.” 

The sound of Luke’s belt and zipper being undone follows seconds later. His jeans and boxers are pushed down to his knees in one swift movement, allowing his erection to stand at full attention. His hands grab at your thighs, pulling you closer so that he can line himself up with your entrance. 

“I’ll be careful.” He promises, his hand ghosting over the freshly inked skin on your hip. 

Luke finally presses the head of his cock against your opening, and the feeling of having him so close yet so far drove you insane. “Please, Luke. I need you.” You begged, trying to shift your hips to draw him in further. 

A smirk spread across Luke’s face as he sheathed himself inside you with one swift thrust. You couldn’t help the gasp, or even the following moan, that fell from your lips. The ache of him stretching your walls was amazing. A groan resounded in Luke’s chest as he held himself in place with his jaw clenched, clearly holding himself back for your benefit. Another moment passes and you are more than ready for him to start moving. This time, when you shift your hips, Luke takes the hint without needing any words. 

The roll of his hips starts slow, but it isn’t long before he sets a bruising pace. His left hand has a harsh grip on the leather seat of the chair, the other is pressed into your lower back, using his grip to push himself deeper inside of you with every thrust. You wrap your legs tightly around his slim waist and tangle your arms around his neck as he tilts his head down to crash his lips against yours. It’s a sloppy kiss that you share, and you taste yourself on his tongue as it delves into your mouth. 

Luke’s hand slips between the two of you and his thumb finds your aching clit. It’s amazing how quickly his cock has you on the edge of a second orgasm, the tension in your lower belly returning. Your moans are muffled by his mouth on yours, and you swallow each and every one of his groans of pleasure. His cock is growing harder by the second and you know that he is getting close to his release. This only arouses you further and your walls clench tightly around him. Luke pulls away from your heated kiss, panting. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He praises. “Are you gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” 

His thumb presses harsher against your clit and that paired with his words has you tumbling over the edge. You cry out his name as your second orgasm tears through you. Luke continues to fuck you through your climax before reaching his, spilling himself inside of you. His hips falter as his cock twitches deep within you, releasing the last drops of his cum. The only sounds in the shop are of your panting breaths and classic rock flowing through the speakers. As Luke softens, he pulls out of you and the two of you sit in silence. His hand is still pressed against your back and he gently traces patterns on your skin with his fingertips. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with his hair as you gaze into one another’s eyes. 

After both of your breathing has returned to normal, Luke leans down to press a much gentler kiss upon your lips. When he pulls back, he asks. “Do you like raisins?” 

The random question has your brows furrowing in confusion, but Luke doesn’t give you a chance to respond. 

“How do you feel about dates?”

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The Rumble of the Engine

Luke Glanton x AFAB!Reader

Length: 5k words (longest yet!)

Summary: You tease Luke on his beloved Motorcycle, he returns the "favor"

Content/Warning: NSFW!! Teasing, Groping, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Handjob (kinda?), slight Dom/Sub dynamics (?), Smoking (it's Luke so obviously), Improper Use of Motorcycles, Dangerous/reckless driving

Authors Note: Happy Birthday Ryan!!🥳🎉 This is my late contribution to the Goosecord Birthday fanfiction Party (or whatever we're calling this). I've had Luke on the mind as always and figured he'd be perfect for my first attempt at writing smut. Feel free to leave any constructive criticisms you may have, I'm still a new writer

Finally, shout-out to the Goosecord as always! Y'all are amazing people and are always there to help me out, inspire me, or just plain make me happy 💕

Looking back, you knew where you had fucked up. Sure, maybe you brought this all upon yourself, but who could blame you? You dare anyone else to resist the temptation.

You had only met Luke a month or so ago, but you were both infatuated with each other. He’d looked at you, sitting near the tent where he did the death-defying, given you a long, burning once over, winked, and stuck a cigarette in his stupid, crooked smile. His hair was disheveled from his helmet, and with his jacket slung over his shoulder, he was showing off his many trashy tattoos. He honestly looked like kind of an asshole.

You needed him.

You had ended up in his trailer that night, arching your back as he fucked you, making you cum with almost expert precision. His grip on your hips was strong enough to leave bruises, and knowing the transient nature of fair workers, you thought his marks were all you would be left with. But after fucking you within an inch of your life, he had laid with you and almost shyly asked if he could see you again sometime soon.

He would be in town for another three months, and since the fair was only open three days a week and you had a flexible work schedule, you spent plenty of time together, getting to know each other's quirks.

You learned the hard way that Luke was pretty protective of his motorcycle.

You’d been talking (and flirting) behind his tent for a while, just enjoying the night breeze, and, in his case, a smoke. You had gotten a bolt of courage and walked over to the motorcycle he was leaning against and threw a leg over to awkwardly straddle the seat. He’d watched you with an amused smirk as you leaned towards him, his eyes darting to your hands wrapped around the handlebars.

But when you moved your wrist to rev the engine, his hand shot out, gripping you in a steel vice. Your breath hitched as he used his other hand to hold your chin and tilt your head to look him directly in his eyes.

His gaze was piercing, almost harsh, as he quietly murmured something about stressing the engine and hurting the exhaust. You couldn’t follow his words, frozen in place by his sudden intensity.

“Do you get me?” he had asked, thumb stroking your cheek where he still held your face in place. You clenched your thighs together in an attempt to quell the sudden rush of heat to your core.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” you had responded, slightly breathless.

Luke had nodded, hands still on you as his eyes roamed your face hungrily. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before he brought you in for a searing kiss. You sighed into his mouth; he tasted strongly of cigarettes and fair food. You brought up the hand not clamped in his grip and threaded your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss.

Later that night as you writhed under his touch, you made a mental note that this was a dangerous (and fun) button to press with him.

And press it you did.

After that night, you bugged him constantly to teach you how to ride a motorcycle.

“Come on Luke, let me try just once. It’ll be fun!” you ask him one night as you cuddle in bed together.

“My motorcycle is my baby, Beautiful. It’s my only transportation and my only career.”

“I’m not going to wreck it, I just want to drive you around for once.”

He smiled at that, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your forehead.

“But you make such a good backpack!”

“Backpack?!” you almost yelled indigently. He just laughed and kissed you again, this time on your mouth, shutting you up.

But the backpack comment had stuck in your mind. Fine, if he thought you were a backpack, then by God you’d be the “best” backpack you could be.

Luke and his motorcycle had become your primary transportation by now; he drove you to work and back, to dates together, and, memorably once to your dentist,

Ever since his comment, though, you decided to take a more…active role as his backpack.

It started with just wrapping your arms around his torso lower than usual until you were gripping just above his belt. Then, during longer drives, let your hands start to wander; over his biceps, his pecs, and especially his broad thighs.

He gave you a look once you got to your destination, but you brushed him off.

After about a week of consistently groping him, you took a plunge.

You were on a country road, heading down towards the fair, your hands gently caressing his thighs.

As casually as you could, you slid your hand over the crotch of his jeans. You felt him take a deep breath, your chest flush with his back. You waited a minute, letting his breathing settle, then squeezed.

You nearly fell off the seat as Luke jerked his motorcycle before he corrected himself and steadied you both. You kept your hand on his dick until you got to your destination, stopping outside behind his trailer.

He nearly threw himself off the bike, spinning to face you as he took off his helmet.

“Care to explain yourself?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

You glanced down and saw that he was half-hard, and you had to suppress a smirk.

“Explain what?” you replied, furring your brow to add to the ‘I’m-totally-innocent’ look.

“Your show’s starting soon, better get ready!”

He growled but went inside to throw on his “Handsome Luke” outfit and get ready. He stormed out a few minutes later but stopped to give you a quick kiss. (He swears it’s only for good luck). He leaned down and whispered into your ear.

“Don’t start doing things you’re going to regret”

His erection had gone down, but a fire burned in his eyes. A smile crept onto your face.

“I can deal with the consequences”

He smirked but turned and marched towards the Cage of Death.

You thought for sure he’d get his revenge but he didn’t mention anything after his show that night.

So, not knowing to quit while you’re ahead, you teased him one more time. Actually, more like 3 more times. Each time you would discreetly grope him while you clung to his back, as he shuddered, his breath caught in his chest. And every time you finally got off the bike, you braced for retribution that never came. If you were smarter you would've realized he was just biding his time, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Which led you to today.

You wake up in his bed, same as you have the past few weeks. He always wakes up first (his sleep schedule is truly terrible), and you usually awake to him blatantly staring at you.

Today however when you blink open your bleary eyes open he has a look on his face you don’t recognize. It was close to amusement, but you couldn’t quite pin it down. He smiles as he notices your eyes creaking open, and the mysterious look disappears, replaced with his usual mix of cockiness, adoration, and mischief.

“D’ya want me to learn how to ride my bike today?”

“Whatever happened to ‘Good Morning’” you grumble, sleep still clinging to your brain. Half a second later you process what he said.

“Wait, really?” Your body shoots up, almost smacking him on the nose. “Yes! Or course! It’s not like I’ve been asking for weeks or anything.”

He snorts a bit at your quick response and stands from the bed.

“I have some shit to do this morning and I know you have a shift too, but I’ll pick you up later tonight, alright?”

You nod and watch him as he dresses, your eyes roaming his muscular and heavily tatted torso. You stretch and get out of bed, already impatient for tonight.

Your work shift seems to last five times longer than usual, anticipation distracting you so badly that you nearly pour salt into someone’s coffee instead of sugar.

Finally, the clock chimes announcing 6 pm. You hurriedly clock out, practically tearing off your apron. You wave goodbye to your coworkers and walk outside to wait for Luke.

He’s already there waiting, leaning against his motorcycle smoking, red jacket slung over one shoulder. The sun is already setting behind him, and the golden light makes his bleach-blonde hair glow, almost like a halo. You smile widely and wave to him as you bound across the parking lot to greet him.

A wide grin creeps onto his face and he plucks the cigarette from his mouth, moving it out of the way to not get ash on you while he leans down to kiss you.

“Hello, Gorgeous, how was work?” He asked you the same question every time he picked you up, knowing you loved telling him all about the funny or infuriating customers you had that day (he would never admit it, but he loved listening to you talk too).

But you have other priorities today.

“Work was good, but I had other things on my mind,” you say in a faux accusatory tone.

He chuckles but hands you the helmet he always brings for you. You grab it and move to sit in the front of the motorcycle, but Luke grabs your arm, stopping you before you can.

“Woah, woah, slow down Baby, I’m not letting you kill all three of us crashing into traffic because you don’t know what you’re doing yet”

“Ok, ok, fi- Wait, all three? You did not just include your bike as a person, Luke.”

“Keep saying things like that and I’ll take back my offer.” He arches an eyebrow, “Now get on. Behind me.”

You wisely shut your mouth and climb on after him, sliding the helmet over your head. You watch the sun get lower and lower in the sky as Luke drives you both outside of town, past his trailer, and to a large clearing behind the fair.

“Smart,” you comment as the bike slows to a halt, “Nothing for me to crash into out here.”

Luke doesn’t say anything, but the mysterious look returns to his face for a moment. He almost looks…predatory? He blinks and it’s gone as fast as it had appeared. Ah, well, you have other things to worry about.

“So, can I sit in the front now?” you’re practically bouncing with excitement.

“You sure can”

You squeal and toss your leg over the back, wobbling before gaining your balance. You don’t grab the handlebars yet; you learned that lesson the hard way.

Luke, instead of standing in front of the bike to give you pointers like you expected, climbs on right behind you. With his chest firmly pressed against your back, he reaches his arms around you, grabbing your hands and bringing them to the handlebars. With a flick of your wrist, the engine roars to life, and three things become immediately apparent to you.

One, the pants you’re wearing are a lot thinner than you thought.

Two, you had neglected to put on underwear this morning in your rush to get ready. On their own, those two facts wouldn't be a problem if not for the third and most pressing issue.

The motor of the motorcycle must be right under the seat, because the vibrations of the engine were going straight to your poorly protected core.

Your breath catches slightly at the sensations, but you hide your reaction well. This would just have to be a distraction you ignored if you wanted to learn anything tonight. Luke either doesn’t notice your reaction or is ignoring it because he starts explaining the controls to you casually. You pay attention the best you can as you feel yourself getting more and more aroused, his voice low in your ear certainly not helping.

You put your feet on the foot holds as he explains how to brake, and then with his urging you bring the motorcycle to a slow crawl forward.

“Good job, Baby” Luke purrs in your ear, the feeling of his breath against your skin makes you shiver, “Just start making small circles to get the feel of it.”

A newfound feeling of confidence surges through you as you carefully maneuver the bike around the field, picking up some speed. The engine rumbles harder every time you rev the throttle and you clench your thighs around the seat, hoping Luke doesn’t notice.

As you gain the feeling for the machine, Luke gives you more pointers, helping you accelerate, brake, and make more complex movements. The whole time his grip never leaves your torso, but you notice he starts to grip you lower and lower. Must be to let me move around better.

Your assumptions are quickly proven wrong though, when while you are cruising along, feeling comfortable driving, one arm slides up to hold you across the chest, pressing him even more firmly against his broad chest. The other hand moves until it's gripping right where your hip meets your thigh. You feel the energy shift.

“You know, people have different reactions to riding a bike for the first time,” his hand on your hip is making small patterns, “Some are afraid, some go overboard with the feeling of power, and some are cool as a cucumber.” You take a deep, unsteady breath as his fingers trail toward your belly button.

“But you,” he continues, hand moving slowly and steadily down your lower stomach, “Are the first person I’ve met to get turned on just from revving the engine.”

You gasp as he cups your crotch, pressing the heel of his palm right against your most sensitive spot. You nearly swerve and fall off the bike, but his arms keep you steady.

“Do you think I didn’t notice those teasing touches you kept doing, did you think I’d just let that slide?” he growls, punctuating his sentence with a slow grind of his hand that makes you let out a low moan.

“Luke I’m, I’m sorry” you gasp out “I- I didn’t mean to-”

“It's a bit too late for forgiveness now, Baby, but it's ok. We’ll make this a learning experience,”

You relax slightly as he removes his hand from your core until he starts toying with the waistband of your pants and you realize how fucked you really are.

”Now you’re going to drive us both home and since you seem to think it’s perfectly fine to tease someone who’s controlling a 400-pound death machine, you clearly won’t mind if I return the favor. You won’t let us crash right?”

You weekly nod in response, resigning yourself to whatever plans he had. Not like you could break out of his grip if you wanted to; his biceps were nearly as big as your thighs.

Revving the engine (and flushing an even deeper shade of red when the vibrations tease you even more), you turn the bike onto the road back to his trailer. You go much slower than he would, as both of your helmets are off.

Luke keeps one hand around your chest, but his other hand slowly creeps below your waistband, heading toward your aching core.

You feel him hum in approval as he realizes you aren’t wearing anything underneath, and his lips brush against your neck. He dips a finger between your folds, feeling the wetness that must’ve soaked through the fabric of your pants by now.

“All this for me? I’m flattered, really”

You whine as he starts to circle your clit slowly and consistently, and his teeth catch on your shoulder. He sucks down on your skin and you know you’ll have a bright red hickey there tomorrow, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You concentrate on the road the best you can, thankful that there aren’t any stop signs or street lights because you don’t know if you would've noticed them at all. Your breath is coming out ragged, but you hold the bike steady, not wanting to risk crashing.

Luke doesn't let up his assault on your cunt, fingers slowly increasing speed as they tease your sensitive nub. His mouth is trailing along your neck, leaving marks wherever he goes. He touches you with practiced ease and you slowly start to buck into his hand, chasing the pleasure shooting through you.

His arm around you tightens again holding you still, and you whine in frustration.

“Now now, can't have you tipping us over” The amusement in his tone is clear and you huff, annoyed at how much he's enjoying tormenting you. But he just continues his relentless teasing, making you shudder and let out sounds you only made in his bedroom.

After what feels like forever (but is probably only 15 minutes), you pull up behind his trailer. It's a slow day at the fair and he lives on the far end, away from most attractions, but a jolt still goes through your spine at the thought of someone finding you there, helpless to his touch.

You move to get off the bike, but Luke’s grasp keeps you in place, his fingers never faltering.

“Luke,” you pant out, “someone could see u- mmf!” You let out a surprised shout that's muffled by his hand previously around your chest covering your mouth.

“Well then, you better keep that pretty mouth shut for me, right? Wouldn't want everyone knowing how much of a slut you are for me” his voice is harsh in your ear and you let out a drawn-out moan, his words just adding to the fire rushing through your veins.

He pauses his movements and you momentarily think he's finally finished taunting you. His hips shift behind you, pushing your own hips forward a bit. You feel him shudder behind you and realize his crotch is now pressed very tightly against your lower back. You can feel his dick through his sweatpants as he grinds into you, clearly as turned on as you are.

You gasp into his hand, attention brought back to your cunt as he slowly pushes two fingers into you. You're so aroused that he can slide them in with little resistance, your wetness welcoming him. The pads of his fingers are rough from wear, and they feel incredible as he drags them back and forth inside of you.

You can't help the noises that escape you, muffled behind the steady hold of his hand against your mouth. Luke lets out a moan that's more like a rumble deep in his chest as he grinds his cock against you. His thumb returns to your clit, adding to the pleasure building in your center. You jerk forward, the feeling almost too intense for you to handle.

He stops his movements abruptly, pulling his hand out of your pants. You nearly sob in frustration. He turns your head to look you in the eye, hand still over your mouth. His pupils are so blown that the blue of his eyes is nearly gone. He looks ravenous.

“Are you starting to learn your lesson?”

You nod quickly, and he smirks.

“Good. But I'm not finished with you,”

Luke brings the hand that was just buried deep inside you to his mouth, sucking your juices off. He lets out a moan at your taste and you feel lightheaded. His fingers leave his mouth with a pop and you wish they were back in you.

“Now, we're going to go back inside my trailer and I'm going to finish what you started. And maybe if you're good, I'll let you cum, ok?”

You nod your head again, desperate to feel him again. He takes his hand off your mouth and you let out a loud breath, nearly panting.

He gets off the bike and holds out his hand to help you. You're shaky and unsteady, but you dismount without issue. The last thing you want to do is feel his wrath if you knock it over. He brings your face to his for a passionate kiss. You sigh into him as his hand threads through your hair to deepen the kiss, opening your lips to let his tongue explore your mouth.

Luke breaks the kiss and searches your face, looking for any sign he was going too far. You smile at him and bite your lip, letting him know you are A-OK with everything happening. His face softens for a moment and he smiles a crooked smile back at you, before the hungry look returns to his eyes and he tugs you up the stairs of his trailer.

You both get in as he shuts the door, already shedding his torn-up shirt. You tear off your clothes and clamber onto his bed. He stalks towards the bed, and nearly pounces on you as he climbs on after you, legs between yours as he holds his body above you.

He dips his head down to kiss you as his hands greedily roam your body, nails scraping slightly as he trails them over you. You moan into his mouth as one hand grabs your chest, kneading into the skin. He flicks your nipple, making you gasp and arch your back.

“God you’re gorgeous like this,” he murmurs as his gaze travels song your naked form, “I could keep you here like this for hours”

You keen at his words, your hands wrapped around his torso to keep him pressed against you, hoping he forgets about his ‘revenge plans’.

No such luck though, as he grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head.

“It’s time you learned a little lesson about touching, so here’s how this is going to go; I’m going to enjoy myself and make you feel good, while you keep your hands right here the whole time, understand?”

You whine but nod, not trusting yourself to say anything that might wind him up more. He knows how much you love to touch him; running your hand through his hair, scraping your nails against his back, or just tracing each of his many tattoos. This was going to be hard.

Luke releases his grip on your wrists, and you dutifully keep them above your head. He smiles a dangerous smile.

“Good job, Baby.”

He kisses you one last time before he sits up and crawls off the bed. He leans forward to grab your hips and you yelp in surprise as he drags you to the end of the bed, your legs hanging off the edge. He moves forward until his still-clothed crotch presses onto your sensitive cunt, making you shiver. You move your hips, grinding on his dick that was so hard it must’ve been painful. He groans, but grabs your waist, pinning it still.

He leans down and kisses right in the center of your chest, then starts trailing his way down your torso, kissing and nipping at your skin as he does so. You let out breathy moans and sighs as his lips leave marks all over you, but keep your hands still, resisting the urge to touch him.

As he gets to your lower stomach, Luke kneels down, hands still gripping your hips. He shifts his attention to your inner thighs, bruising the sensitive skin beneath his teeth. You’re trembling, trying to maintain some form of composure as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

Finally, he stops and you let yourself catch your breath before you feel the tip of his nose bump against your pubic bone. You look down and your breath hitches when you see him staring up at you, desire glaringly obvious in his eyes. Every instinct inside of you wants to reach down and tangle your fingers in his beautiful blonde hair, but the last coherent part of your mind resists.

That last fragment of coherence leaves you immediately though, when he sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe up your folds. You throw your head back and let out a low groan as he steadily moves his tongue over your aching center with expert precision. For a man with such a tough exterior, you were always shocked at how softly Luke speaks, and equally as shocked at how adept he was using his mouth.

You’re lost in the feeling of his mouth working you closer and closer to your release when he latches onto your clit and sucks. Your gasp is cut off with a cry as he pushes two thick fingers into you again, curling them into the spot he knows will make you see stars. Your back arches and you reach down to grab his blonde locks, trying to steady yourself any way you can.

Luke removes his mouth from you and tsks, then bites down hard on the inside of your thigh. You almost sob, needing to touch him so badly you could cry, but you release your grip on him and reluctantly put your arms above you again.

He hums, satisfied, and goes back to sucking on your clit making you whimper. He adds a third finger pumping in and out of your glistening pussy, and you can practically feel his smirk when you attempt to clench your thighs close around him.

He hums again, and the vibrations on your sensitive nub combined with the precision of his fingers inside of you is too much to bear.

“Luke it’s- it’s too much,” You’re gasping with every breath, the tension in your core about to explode “I’m- I’m gonna-”

“Shhhh, it’s ok Baby, you’re doing so good for me. Let me hear those gorgeous sounds; I want to taste you as you cum for me.”

His soft words, combined with his mouth returning to suck on your clit and his fingers curling inside you finally tip you over the edge, the tension coiled in your lower stomach exploding across your body. You cum with a loud moan, crying out for Luke as you do. His fingers and mouth don’t stop, working you through the aftershocks until it becomes overstimulating and you tap the side of his head for mercy.

Luke withdraws from between your legs, carefully pulling out his fingers and giving your pussy one last kiss before he stands. You’re still catching your breath as you watch him, looking pointedly at his crotch.

He still has sweatpants on, and they do nothing to hide his achingly hard dick or the wet patch that's formed by the tip. You bite your lip, wanting to return the favor.

“That looks painful. Need a hand with it?” You sit up and move a hand to cup his dick, but his hand darts out and stops your wrist before you can make contact.

“I thought we learned a lesson on not touching without permission, hmm?”

You pout, but put your hand down to your side.

‘What, you’re just going to ignore that then?”

Luke chuckles but lets out a small gasp when his dick twitches, still confined in the fabric of his pants.

“I’m going to take care of this all by myself, and you’re going to sit there and look pretty while I cum all over you, sound good?”

He’s saying it as a question, but the dark look in his eyes when you tilt your head up to look at him lets you know there’s no making him budge on this. You swallow thickly and nod.

“Good, now just sit still and let me look at you,”

Luke pushes his waistband down, finally freeing his dick. He’s harder than you’ve ever seen him, steadily leaking precum from the flushed head of his cock. He uses the hand previously inside of you to slowly stroke his length, coating himself in your slick. You let out a small moan at the sight, wishing you were enveloping him, not his hand.

He increases the speed of his strokes, eyes roaming your naked form. He’s muttering words under his breath that you can barely hear, but you catch a snippet.

“...so gorgeous, so good for me, God, I love seeing you all fucked-out and wrecked like this…”

You notice his panting getting faster and his movements becoming erratic, as he approaches his climax.

“It’s ok, cum for me, Luke” You copy his soft tone, coaxing him over the edge.

He gasps out your name, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted as he cums with a growl, shooting his release all over your chest and stomach. You hum in approval, letting him calm down and catch his breath.

He tucks himself back into his pants, leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead, and then disappears into the bathroom. You collapse back onto the bed, exhaustion creeping into your bones. He returns after a minute with a damp washcloth and bends over to clean you up. You try to sit up to help him but he gently presses his hand against your chest, keeping you down.

“Shh, it’s ok. Let me take care of you.”

You’re more than glad to let Luke take the lead, unsure if your legs could even support you if you tried to stand. He finishes wiping you clean, taking extra care to be gentle around your now overly sensitive cunt. When he’s done he sets the cloth aside and kicks off his boots (has he really been wearing them the whole time?).

He crawls into bed next to you, bringing an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer onto his chest. You gladly curl into him, happy that you can finally feel him against you. You let out a yawn, the long day and energetic evening finally catching up with you. Luke presses another kiss onto your forehead.

“So, did we learn our lesson?” he asks, his tone soft and lighthearted. You giggle and snuggle closer, your eyelids drooping.

“Not sure, might have to teach me a couple more times.”

Luke snorts out a laugh and starts tracing little patterns on your shoulder with his thumb. You drift off to sleep in his arms, dreaming of motorcycles, the smell of cigarettes, and the love of your life holding your hand.