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ruinix · 25 days ago

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Can I please have Luke begging to eat you out?

Hello, lovely. I truly hope you're still there. I fear people that beg is my downfall. I am so WEAK for them. Anyway...hope you'll enjoy this. 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

18+. Whore thoughts. Oral sex (f receiving). Slight overstimulation. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Luke would be shifting in the bed, his ears straining to hear you over the running shower, his boxers feeling so restraining over his extremely hard cock that had been leaking and dripping with pre-cum. He was so fucking horny right now. He didn't know why but he was. Most especially, he needed something. Specifically, he needed the taste of your pussy on his tongue.

The sudden craving was making him lose his mind. His skin felt hot and tight around his body. His head spun. His mouth felt dry with even after drank his whole water bottle, because he wasn't thirsty for water. No. He was thirsty for you, your arousal, and your cum. It didn't matter if he already ate you out this morning. He just needed to taste you—

"Ohh, that was a great shower," you announced as you exited the bathroom that had a slight steam coming out of it.

That meant you had one of those scalding showers, making the hairs on his nape stand. Those actually threatened to burn his skin. Thank goodness he didn't join you even when he was so horny.

Luke stared at you, at how your nightgown fell loosely around your thighs, at how you softly patted your hair which made your tits move with the motions, at how your nipples peaked, hypnotizing him, making him even more painfully turned on. He was basically fucking panting as you sat on your vanity, putting lotion on your arms, your shoulders, your thighs, your shin, your feet. Luke sat up, his chest squeezing when you started dusting powder on your skin. He could smell vanilla. So creamy, so incredibly tantalizing right now.

"Sweetheart," he voiced out, almost jumping when you turned towards him, your attention searing heat down his cock. Subtly, he pushes up one knee, trying to hide his hard-on. "Umm..."

"Yes, Lukey?" You came closer, putting your towel on the vanity, taking a smaller one so you could still pat your hair dry.

"Do you really need to wake up early?" He asked, gasping when you crawled towards him. His eyes fell to your neckline. He cursed as you settled next to him, kissing his cheek, making him fucking explode inwardly. His mouth felt so dry.

"No." You shook your head, frowning. "Something wrong? You're so red right now." Your hand came up to his forehead. "You don't—"

"I need you," he helplessly said. He softly guided your hand under the sheets, to his crotch, letting you feel the mess he had made. "Please. I know you said you wanted to sleep after your shower, but I need you."

He knew you understood him. This wasn't the first time he had come onto you because he was so driven by his desires. There was only one time you had rejected his pleas—you had work the next day—so he hoped this was not another of that. He would step back if you did, but he hoped you didn't.

But then, you grinned at him, your hand wrapping around his aching length. "Oh? What exactly do you need?"

Luke's tongue failed him. His brain stuttered as your hand jerked up and down. The friction of his boxers mixed by your movements had put a damper in his thoughts. Just a few more strokes he would come. Just a few—

He groaned, almost whining, because you stopped. You fucking stopped. How could you be so cruel? The spark in your eyes made him realize that you knew he didn't want you to jerk him off. You knew he needed more.

As he made his way between your legs, as he gripped your thighs apart, as he pushes the hem of your nightgown up using his thumbs, he repeated, "I need you."

You bit your lip, pulling up your dress, exposing your lace panties that has a growing wet patch. "Beg."

A harsh shiver ran down his spine. He leaned forward, pressing kisses on your inner thighs, his lips trembling as his desperation heightened for every contact. You were so soft, so sweet, so pretty.

"Please, sweetheart. I need you on my tongue. Need to taste you. Just one taste. Please, please, please. I'm so thirsty. I need to make you come on my tongue. I need your cum. My sweet, please," Luke begged. His words twisted again, slurring together as he was already getting drunk at the mere scent of your lotion on your skin, at the slightest whiff of your pussy. He dared to hover closer on your cunt, softly blowing right over your clit, making you whine, but he still continued. "Please," he said over and over and over again.

"Okay, just one taste," you finally said.

So, he feasted, licking over the wet lace, from your entrance to your clit, moaning at the taste of your pussy. The exact flavor he was craving for what felt like eternity. It was you. All you. He licked again, swallowing, inhaling your scent, grinning at your cries.

Then he finally casted your panties to the side, he licked again, whimpering at your concentrated taste as you dripped on his tongue, giving him so much when he barely started. Your wet cunt pulsed for every pass of his tongue, begging him to fill you up. So, he did. He dipped his tongue into your pussy, groaning at your squeeze, moaning at your arousal flooding him. This. This was what he needed. What he waited for. So, he let himself lose.

He surrendered his control, letting his lust drive him, as he swallowed and licked and kissed your pussy. His hips grinded down against the bed, making a mess of his own while he licked up yours.

He could do this for hours. Fucking you with his tongue. Pulling out when he felt the familiar pulses of your pussy. Grinding his nose on your clit. Panting his moans and groans against your pussy. He couldn't have enough of you. He needed more and more.

He didn't care about how hard you tugged at his hair or how your thighs wrapped around his head like you wanted to suffocate him. He could die between your thighs, and he would be ecstatic. He would die feasting on your pussy. It would be a great death, because he would be taking your flavor to the afterlife. Such grotesque thoughts didn't bother him as he continued teasing your pussy then he finally let you come with his fingers fucking you as he sucked and licked your clit.

Luke went after your cum, sliding his tongue deeply with his fingers riding out your orgasm. He swallowed like man starved because he was. Only when your foot pushed against his shoulder did he parted from your pussy. Yet his fingers kept fucking you, doing a come-hither motion that had you screaming. You came again and again, your back arching off the bed, so damn lost in your ecstasy.

"I need more," he said as soon as you came down, writhing as he continued with his fingers. "Please, let me."

"Oh, fuck!" You cursed as he dove in, eating you out with more fervor. "Luke!"

Your thighs shook, your hips thrusting up so harshly and sharply, your body shaking as he pushed down on your lower abdomen as he pressed on the spongy spot that had your cunt squeezing his fingers, that had you whimpering, that had your toes curling. When you came again, he was also coming inside his boxers, coating himself with his own hot cum.

"Luke, give me a break, please," you started to beg, so he pulled back. "One second."

"One second," he echoed, licking his lips, groaning at your arousal on his face.

He watched you nod and pant as you tried to calm down with your legs quivering, your pussy hole clenching on nothing. That pained Luke. He could fill you up. He needed to, so he softly plunged two fingers into your heat, making you whimper, looking down at him.

"Wait," you gasped.

"I am," he assured.

You nodded, closing your eyes, shuddering. Luke waited until you gave him your go signal again, until his cock hardened with every sound coming out of your lips and your pussy as he took his time with you, until he had you coming all over his face again.

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zieisonline · 3 months ago

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Luke’s hair is only that long because he’s begging for someone to pull it 🙂‍↕️

Warnings: smut (MDNI), sub!Luke, soft dom!reader, lap sitting, unprotected sex, hair pulling kink, spit kink, pretty vanilla tbh

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Luke’s hair is at the perfect length to tug on while you’re parked on his lap. Your fingers tangle around his looping curls, pulling tight and knocking his head back against the couch. Revealing his flushed face, eyes lidded and pupils blown. His swollen lips are parted, saliva making them shine. Your grip keeps his head tilted, giving you a perfect view of the column of his throat and his Adam’s apple as it bobs in anticipation. His chest is heaving and his own grasp on your hips tightens as you take your time taking him in, raking your eyes hungrily over his every feature. He lets out a breathy whine, begging you to do something.

He knows it would take very little effort on his part to use his strength to his advantage and flip you onto your back and pin your body to the couch.

But why would he want to do that when you look so pretty in his lap? Your eyes are hungry, dancing erratically around, not being able to handle the view of the boy beneath you. Your free hand is planted possessively on his pectoral, and he can feel your nails dig into the fabric of his tee shirt, attempting to ground yourself. Your mouth is parted, small hums of awe escaping you as you take him in, using your grasp in his hair to tug his head back farther.

He gasps at the pain, and you can feel his dick grow harder beneath you. Can you even blame him? The combination of the dull pain at the base of his skull and the pressure of your weight on his lap is intoxicating.

And you’re warm.

The heat and wetness from your core is leaking onto him, through both your panties and his boxers.

Luke dares to straighten his head, hissing at the way his hair pulls against your death grip.

“Please.” He whines, digging his fingers deeper into your hip, probably hard enough to leave a bruise for tomorrow. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You cock your head to the side and smirk.

“Awe my poor baby.” You coo, releasing your hand from his tangled curls and he shudders at the lack of contact. Your hands continue to travel down his chest, applying pressure to his hard abdominal muscles before slipping both of them under his shirt. “Want me to touch you, hm?” You whisper, shoving your hands up his shirt, groping his torso and chest, dragging your nails lightly over his nipples.

He hisses and nods frantically. “Need you so bad” he blurts out, bringing his hips up, pressing them deeply against you to prove how badly his body is craving you.

You sink your nails into his flesh at the sudden movement. The motion was meant to deter him, but he moaned out loud at the pain.

“Relax Lukey.” You soothe, leaning all the way into his space, your mouth hovering just above his left ear. “Gonna make you feel so good baby.” You whisper with as much seduction you can muster, pulling back just far enough to give you space to remove your shirt, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

Luke lets out the most beautiful whine you’ve ever heard as his fingers splay wider on their purchase at your hip. Silently begging to touch you elsewhere. But he knows better, knows your rules.

You don’t give him time to test your rules today. “Let me see you.” You speak firmly, tugging on the hem of his own shirt, and as if taking orders from you was second nature, he automatically releases you and rids himself of his upper clothing.

You take advantage of his distracted movement and lift yourself of him.

He panics, hands shooting out to grasp at you, his hair a wild mess from having his shirt pulled over his head.

You giggle and smooth his curls down as he buries his head into your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your midsection.

“I was just readjusting so we could take our underwear off Lukey.” You chuckle, petting his curls soothingly. “Unless you want to keep them on?” You ask, wondering if he was more in a dry humping mood tonight.

His arms tighten around you and he moves his head to look up at you from between your breasts.

“No, no. I want to be inside you.” He practically cries. And how could you deny him this when his eyes shine so beautifully up at you, his lips forming a perfect pout, the stray curls framing his forehead in a way that makes him look angelic.

You smile at the beautiful boy, and you can’t help but cradle his face with your hands. Reaching down, you peck his lips sweetly and give him a reassuring look.

“Take off my underwear.” You command. He doesn’t hesitate a second before unclasping your bra and gently drag the straps down your arms. He can feel the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of you bare. His favorite place to rest his mouth after a long day. He only allows himself a quick moment to revel in your beauty before continuing on with your command.

He gingerly places his long fingers on top of the band of your panties, tracing softly from under your navel across to your hip bones. He lets out a soft sigh before dragging the material down your smooth legs. His eyes instantly locking onto the damp spot in the middle of the gusset, wanting so badly to bring the fabric to his face and indulge, but instead let it fall to the floor, awaiting your next instructions.

You hum happily, standing before him as you have dozens of times before. Naked and potentially vulnerable, but the pure love and adoration that exudes from Luke squashes any doubts or insecurities you may have.

“And yours too.” You direct him, pointing at the wet spot on his boxers, a clear sign of both of your arousal.

He lifts his hips urgently, shoving his underwear harshly down his own legs, kicking them somewhere unknown in the living room.

He’s painfully hard, his dick standing straight up, his red tip resting on his stomach, and it’s not on display long before you notice a bead of precum appearing on the slit.

His fingers are twitching and his breathing is erratic. Your own wetness is practically dripping down your legs.

“Good boy.” You praise, approaching him to greedily take back your seat on his now unclothed lap.

He moans at the pet name, and you take full advantage of his now open mouth to insert your thumb onto the flat of his tongue.

His eyes roll back at the feeling of your bare body pressed against his own, moaning around your finger in his too wet mouth.

“Open up Lukey.” You direct, his eyes struggle to focus on you fully, but he obeys, opening wide for you.

With your hand around his chin and thumb probing the inside of his mouth, you tilt his head back again, allowing your own mouth to fill with saliva.

You position your lips above his own and let a long string of connecting fluid from your lips to his. A deep, guttural moan erupts from the boy beneath you at the sight and taste of you.

You slip your pointer finger into his mouth and collect some of the wetness before removing your hand altogether.

His entire body shudders under you and you can tell he’s almost gone already.

“So good at following my orders, hmm?” You praise Luke, snaking your dry hand back into their favorite place, his hair.

He nods pathetically. Watching your glistening fingers as he swallows harshly, taking everything you have given him happily.

You bring your spit covered digits between the both of your bodies, tightly encircling his dick.

He chokes out a moan, hands shooting out to grip your thighs this time, throwing his head on the back of the couch.

You lazily drag your hand up and down his length, watching as his face contorts in absolute pleasure.

His moans are breathy and his eyes are fluttering between open and closed. You can tell he won’t last long like this.

“Please, please, please y/n.” He whimpers, trying so hard to focus on you and your face. “Need to feel you”

You could spend all night doting on him. Pulling him so close towards the edge, making every single pore of his fill with pleasure again and again until he was too physically exhausted to cum.

But your own desire is becoming harder and harder to ignore. Your pussy is throbbing, and the wetness had spread all over Luke’s lap, you could smell it between you both.

With one last pump of your hand, you lift yourself up on your knees, locking your eyes dead onto Luke’s.

You position yourself above his tip and sink down onto him slowly. Reveling in the stretch as he invades your dripping hole.

As soon as he is planted firmly inside, you bring your other hand up to rest in the mess of Luke’s hair. Your fingers twist and scratch to find the best position tangled in his locks.

He curses at the sensation, grabbing onto the soft skin of your thighs as he feels you clench around him.

“You feel so good.” He breathes out, waiting for you to move.

Feeling your own patience falter, you let out a deep roll of your hips, the angle perfect on the first try as you feel his dick hit that extra sensitive spot, deep inside you.

“Fuck, Lukey.” You moan desperately. Tugging his hair as you feel him inch his hands between you, resting his thumb over your clit.

You roll your hips again, and the feeling of his calloused digit against your clit and his hot dick against your sweet spot overwhelm you.

You continue to grind onto him, letting out desperate moans as you chase the high you know is about to come.

You push Luke’s head down to your breasts and he takes the memo, his free hand trailing up to grope your right breast as his mouth attacks your left one.

He takes your nipple in his hot, wet mouth, sucking like a man starved, and when you pull at his curls, he grazes his teeth along the bud.

Electricity shoots through you, your whole body on fire. Pleasure is coursing through your veins as you feel him so eager to please you, now moving his thumb in speedy circles on top of your clit.

You feel the hot burning tension in your lower abdomen start to build. And it won’t be long before it snaps.

“Feels so good Lukey. Gonna cum.” You warn, pulling him away from your breast. His face is shining with saliva on his chin, and his expression is completely fucked out.

“Me too.” He admits, the hot red flush contrasting with the dark locks stuck on his forehead.

“Let’s let go together.” You rush out, pulling him into you hard, smashing your lips onto his. He lets out a strangled moan at the feeling of you pulling roughly on his hair, but you swallow it whole. Devouring his kiss as his dick hits inside of you just right and his thumb rubs you with just enough pressure to send you over the edge.

You would be embarrassed of the sounds you let out, if you were anywhere near the right headspace to care. You still on Luke’s lap, hips convulsing as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your toes curl and your vision goes white.

Luke is peppering you with kisses, your neck, your collarbones, and your chest.

Whispering all the praises he can muster as he lets out one dramatic thrust from under you, filling you with his hot release.

You hold onto each other as tight as you can as you silently ride out your highs. He removes his hand from your heat, and wraps his arms tightly around you as his dick softens inside you.

After a few moments, when you both are breathing more regularly, you pull away to look at him.

His eyes are clearer, and his lips look only slightly bruised. You smile down at him warmly and gingerly adjust his curls that were stuck to his face and forehead.

“You really like touching my hair, huh?” He asks teasingly, his gaze filled with love and adoration.

“Yeah.” You hum, focusing on his sparkling eyes. “I guess I do.”

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honeyslibrary · 3 months ago

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Tangled in You | Luke Hughes

Pairing; Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warning(s); Fingering, unprotected sex, cursing, overuse of the words 'pleasure' and 'sensation' probably, edited once.

Summary; Lazy morning sex with Lukey.

Word Count; 2.3k

Author’s note; I've received many requests for Luke smut, so hopefully you guys enjoy this (: Slow morning sex might be the hottest thing ever, honestly. Also the title is kind of random, I couldn't think of anything 😄 -Honey

Your eyes flutter open, the remnants of sleep still heavy on your lashes, as the familiar body behind you shifts. The mattress dips slightly under his weight, and a quiet rustle of sheets stirs in the stillness of the room. You instinctively snuggle deeper into the blankets, letting out a soft, sleepy grunt, willing the morning to wait just a little longer.

A moment later, you feel him—the solid presence of Luke moving closer, his chest pressed against your back, his legs tangling lazily with yours beneath the comforter. His breathing is slow, brushing warmly over the nape of your neck, sending a soft shiver down your spine. Then, the gentle pressure of his lips follows, trailing feather-light kisses from your shoulder to the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"Luke…" you murmur, voice thick with sleep, though you make no effort to stop him. The sound of his name on your lips is soft, almost an exhale, as if you’re caught somewhere between the dream and the waking world.

He hums in response, a deep, contented sound vibrating against your skin. "Morning, baby," he whispers, his voice low and rough, the kind of rasp that only comes from the first moments of waking.

His hand slips beneath the covers, searching for the warmth of your skin. You feel his fingers glide under the hem of your nightshirt, tracing the curve of your waist. His palm presses against your bare skin, grounding you in the moment.

For a few heartbeats, you both lie there, wrapped in the quiet, the softness of the early morning cocooning you in its embrace. The room is bathed in the pale, silvery light of dawn, and outside, the world is still—just the faint rustling of leaves and the distant hum of life stirring to greet the day. But here, in this bed, it feels like time has slowed, like the day belongs only to the two of you.

Luke shifts behind you, his body molding to yours, and the movement draws your attention to the unmistakable pressure against the small of your back. The feeling of him, hard and insistent, pulses through the thin fabric of your clothes, and you realize he’s already awake in more ways than one. He lets out a low, almost involuntary groan, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your skin. His breath brushes your ear, warm and thick with unspoken need.

One of his hands drifts upward, slipping under your shirt with a lazy familiarity, cupping the soft curve of your breast. The weight of his palm is heavy and reassuring, but the gentle squeeze that follows sends a ripple of pleasure through you, igniting something deeper. Your breath hitches, a small, uncontrollable sound that seems to spark something in him. Almost without thinking, you shift closer, pressing yourself more fully against him, your body answering his touch before your mind can catch up.

His fingers find your nipple, pinching lightly, rolling it between the pads of his thumb and index finger in slow, deliberate motions. A soft gasp escapes your lips, the sensation sharp yet teasing, and for a moment, your entire world narrows to the exquisite point of contact. He releases it with a gentle tug, his breath catching in your ear, and then his hand slides down, gliding over your ribs and waist with practiced ease, as though he’s relearning every curve of you this early morning.

His fingers reach the band of your panties, playing with the fabric for a moment before hooking underneath it. His breath is hot and ragged now, his voice little more than a rasp. "Can I?" he murmurs, the question hovering between you like a promise and a plea.

You nod, unable to find words, but the sound that escapes you—a soft, breathy hum—is all the answer he needs. It’s the smallest permission, but for him, it’s everything. His fingers move with purpose now, pushing your panties aside with a smooth motion, the fabric slipping down just enough to grant him access.

His hand dips lower, and the first touch of his fingers against your clit is delicate, testing, as if he’s savoring the moment as much as you are. The feel of him against such a sensitive spot makes your breath falter, a slow, shuddering exhale that fills the quiet room. He circles your clit gently, teasing you, drawing out the tension with slow, intentional strokes. Every nerve in your body seems to hum in response, the sensation both soothing and electric, like a rising tide of pleasure pulling you under.

Then, without warning, he slides a finger inside you, and the sudden fullness makes you gasp, your body tensing at the unexpected rush of heat. Your legs instinctively clench around his hand, trapping him there, not allowing him to let him go. He chuckles softly into your ear, a low, knowing sound, as he enjoys every tiny reaction you give him.

He moves his finger with unhurried precision, curling it inside you, pressing against a spot that makes you arch ever so slightly into him. The sensation is maddening, the slow build-up of pleasure pushing you toward the edge, but still, he doesn’t rush.

The moment his finger slips out of you, it's abrupt—too soon, too quick—and a sharp, needy whine escapes your lips before you can stop it. The sound hangs in the air, but Luke only chuckles softly in response. "Needy girl, hm?" His voice is thick, teasing, with a thread of hunger woven through it.

You don’t respond—not with words. Instead, you shift your hips back, aching for him to fill the sudden emptiness he’s left behind. His answer comes not with words either, but with the action of his hips lifting to pull his boxers down just enough to expose his cock. He gives himself a few languid strokes before you feel it—the thick, hard length of him pressing against you, nudging at your entrance.

"Fuck..." he groans under his breath as he begins to push inside, the word slipping from his lips like a prayer. The sensation is slow and steady, every inch of him stretching you in the most delicious way, the fullness of him making your breath catch. Your eyes flutter shut, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as a soft gasp spills out.

For a moment, Luke remains still, savoring the feel of being inside you for the first time in weeks, the quiet hum of pleasure pulsing through the air. His forehead presses against the back of your head, his breath warm against your neck as his chest rises and falls against your back. Then, slowly, he starts to move.

His hips rock gently against you, each thrust relaxed, as if he has all the time in the world. The rhythm is a slow, intoxicating, sensation that leaves you craving more with every movement. His cock glides in and out of you, the friction sparking small waves of pleasure that build steadily, like the tide pulling you under.

His arm snakes around you again, his hand finding the curve of your breast, squeezing gently before his fingers find your nipple once more. The added feel pulls a gasp from your throat, and you arch slightly into his touch, your body answering every movement with unspoken need. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, teasing, pulling, as his hips continue their slow, steady rhythm, each thrust more maddening than the last.

You feel his breath hitch in your ear, his moans slipping out in soft, ragged bursts, the sound sending shivers down your spine. His body presses even closer, the curve of his chest molded against your back, his mouth grazing the side of your neck as if he can’t get enough of you. His lips find the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, planting soft, heated kisses there, each one sending little sparks of pleasure through you.

The slow, measured pace he’s set begins to unravel, each thrust a little deeper, a little more intense. Your body responds in kind, pressing back against him, meeting him with urgency. The tension in the air thickens, the pleasure building between you both with each passing second, coiling tighter and tighter, as if the entire world has shrunk down to the exquisite push and pull of your bodies moving together in perfect sync.

"Fuck, you feel so good..." Luke’s voice is rough, a low groan that hums in your ear. His hand tightens on your breast, his other arm pulling you closer, holding you in place as he continues to thrust into you, slowly driving you both toward that inevitable edge.

The slow rhythm of his thrusts starts to falter, a subtle shift in the way his hips meet yours, as if he’s struggling to maintain control. His breathing becomes uneven, his soft groans more frequent, and you can feel the tension coiling in his body, like a taut string ready to snap. Every time he drives into you, it’s a little harder, a little deeper, and with each thrust, you feel the pleasure building inside you, spiraling tighter and tighter.

His hand on your breast grips you more firmly now, his fingers teasing your nipple with a rougher urgency that sends jolts of sensation straight to your core. You gasp again, a soft, breathless sound that seems to spur him on. The friction of him inside you, his length stretching you, combined with the steady pressure of his hand, is overwhelming, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.

Luke's lips are at your neck again, but now his kisses are more insistent, more desperate. His mouth moves along your skin, his breath hot and ragged as he murmurs something incoherent against you—your name, perhaps, or some wordless expression of how good you feel wrapped around him. His free arm tightens around your waist, holding you in place as he moves faster, the slow and conscious pace giving way to something more primal, more urgent.

You can feel it, too—that growing wave of pleasure deep in your core, building with every thrust, every flick of his fingers. Your breathing turns shallow, your pulse quickening as your body starts to tighten, the tension coiling in your belly, low and hot. It’s an all-encompassing sentiment, like you're standing on the edge of something vast, your body straining for release, teetering just on the brink.

Luke’s voice, thick and gravelly, breaks through the haze. "Are you close?" he groans, his breath catching on the words as his hips slam harder against you, his cock driving deeper with each thrust. "I can't... hold back much longer."

The sound of his voice, so raw and vulnerable, sends you careening toward the edge. Your hand reaches down instinctively, slipping between your thighs to where his cock is still buried inside you. Your fingers find your clit, already sensitive and swollen, and the moment you touch yourself, it’s like a lightning strike—a burst of agitation so intense it nearly steals your breath.

Your legs start to tremble, the pleasure building so fiercely now that you can hardly keep still, your hips grinding back against him with a need that feels insatiable. His name falls from your lips in a desperate whisper, and that’s all it takes—everything inside you unravels at once, the tension snapping as the wave of pleasure crashes over you, hard and fast.

Your orgasm tears through you in sharp, rolling waves, leaving you gasping and clinging to him as your body pulses with release. Your inner walls tighten around his cock, squeezing him as you come, and the sensation of you contracting around him pushes him over the edge too.

"Shit—" His voice breaks, a deep, guttural sound ripped from his throat as his hips jerk against you, and you can feel him pulse inside you, hot and thick, as he spills himself into you. His entire body tenses behind you, his grip on your breast tightening for a moment as he moans into your neck, the sound low and desperate, a mix of relief and raw need.

For a few seconds, neither of you move, both lost in the aftershocks, the lingering spouts of pleasure rippling through your bodies. His chest is heaving against your back, his breath still coming in short, ragged bursts, and you can feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat pressed against your spine. Your own breath is shaky, your body still trembling from the intensity of your climax, but there’s a deep sense of satisfaction settling over you

Luke's arm around your waist loosens slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing your skin in soft, almost absent-minded kisses as you both come down from the high together. His cock still rests inside you, softening now, but neither of you are eager to break apart just yet.

"Fuck," Luke breathes after a long moment, his voice still rough with the remnants of pleasure. "That was incredible." His lips brush your shoulder, and his hand, now resting gently on your waist, gives a tender squeeze, his touch soft and affectionate.

You hum in response, a small, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. Your body feels listless, content, as if every muscle has melted into the mattress. You turn your head slightly to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder, his eyes still half-lidded and heavy with the aftermath of release, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he begins to speak again. "You have the craziest bedhead right now."

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