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the-fiction-witch · 4 months ago

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Cuddles P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Lucerys Velaryon (Age up) Couple - Lucerys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Betrothal) Rating - Smut Word Count - 2626

Part One - Part Two

Lucerys swallowed hard at her words, his mind racing at the possibilities of where he could touch her. But first, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of her hands in his hair for a moment longer before he moved. “I want to touch your thighs…” he said, his voice almost a whisper as he spoke, “can I touch your thighs…?”

"yes Luke" she nodded

He exhaled deeply as she gave him permission, a shiver running through his body in anticipation. His hand slowly began to move down her stomach, his fingers gently caressing her midriff before they reached her thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin. He softly traced his fingers up and down her inner thighs, his touch light and tentative, almost teasing as he waited for a reaction from her.

she giggled slightly at his tickling fingers his hands moving her dress a little as he stroked her thighs the dress being pushed higher the higher he touched,

He chuckled at the sound of her giggles, loving the reaction his touch was eliciting from her. His fingers continued to tease higher and higher, pushing the hem of her dress up along the way. His hand glided over her silky, smooth skin, his heart racing as he grew more and more excited. “How far am I allowed to go?” he asked in a whisper, his fingers inching closer and closer to her core.

"hum? I told you Luke you can touch anywhere you like too"

He smirked at her response, her words a reassurance that he could do whatever he wanted. His hand continued to wander higher, now moving from her thigh to her hip, tracing small, gentle circles along her side. He could feel her body arching into his touch, responding to his gentle caresses. “Even… here?” he asked as his hand slid further along her inner thigh, slowly moving closer and closer to her cunt.

"if you want to" she slightly gasped

He could hear the gasp that escaped her lips, and it only served to egg him on even more. His hand continued to glide along her skin, now almost touching her. His fingers were gentle and tentative, almost teasing as they moved closer to stroke softly on her mound, “I do…” he whispered in response, his voice low and hoarse, “Gods, I do…. Can I touch you there…?”

"you may Luke"

He felt a wave of excitement wash over him at her permission, his fingers now shaking slightly as they began to gently caress until he found her clit. He started slow at first, taking his time as he explored her body, his touch light and delicate as if he was scared of hurting her. As his fingers found their rhythm, he moved them in slow, circling motions, building up the pleasure in each small movement. “Gods, you’re…” he began to say, voice shaky, “You’re so….”

Y/n gasped and slightly tugged on his hair a little as he caressed her there "Luke! Not so fast sweetheart" she pleads nuzzling her head into his neck

Suddenly with her nuzzled into his neck he was taller, she was nuzzled into him, his arms around her, he suddenly felt far more in control, He groaned at the feeling of her hands tugging on his hair, the pleasurable pain making his body shiver as he continued to touch her. Her gasp and pleas for him to slow down only served to excite him even more, his fingers still working between her legs. He couldn’t help but smirk as he held her in his arms, one hand still working between her legs as the other held her tightly against his body. Her nuzzling into his neck only made his skin feel more sensitive, his body shivering at the feeling of her breath against his neck. “You like that, sweetheart?” he whispered in her ear, his voice a bit cocky as he realized the shift in power.

She nodded trying not to whine

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to hold back her whines of pleasure. He continued between her legs, his fingers working a steady rhythm as he built up the sensations. His other hand held her tight against his body, his arms wrapped around her like a vice. “You look so good like this, darling…” he whispered in her ear, “All flushed and flustered… in my arms…”

she began to let out small moans between her gasps, her head on his chest just under his chin, her arms around his neck fingers in his hair,

He felt her gasps and moans, The sound of her pleasure only made him want her more, his fingers moving faster and more insistently. He gripped her body tighter, his arms wrapped around her in a possessive hold as he held her against him. “Mmm… that’s it darling…” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “Let me hear you…”

she let out a small squeal but stopped herself halfway "please please... Luke if you don't stop ill-"

He chuckled as he heard the sound of her squeal, knowing that she was getting closer and closer to the edge that he was driving her towards. “What’s wrong, darling?” he whispered in her ear, “Are you going to cum for me?”

she nodded her cheeks red from humiliation,

The sight of her cheeks turning red from embarrassment only seemed to fuel his desire, and he continued his ministrations, his fingers moving even faster between her legs. “Then cum for me, darling…” he whispered huskily in her ear, “Let me feel you cum in my arms…”

she shook her head, "not... Not... From your hand" she begged between her squeals

He felt a smirk spread across his face as he realized what she wanted, his fingers stilling for a moment as he listened to her words. “Is that so, darling?” he whispered against her ear, “You’d rather cum from something else rather than my hand…?”

she nodded with a whine now he slowed

He chuckled and chuckled again, feeling her whine against his chest as he slowed, his fingers barely moving between her legs now. “You’ll have to be more specific, darling… I need you to tell me what you want…” he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with desire and a hint of wickedness.

she gasped and moaned his name as she shifted her hips to sit in his lap moving her hips on him to grind herself

He groaned as he felt her hips shift in his lap, her position now allowing her to grind herself against him. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he guided her movement, his body responding eagerly to the feeling of her on top of him. “Gods… darling… do you have any idea what you’re doing to me…” he whispered, his voice rough and strained. He couldn’t help but moan as she moved her hips, the feeling of her grinding herself against him sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body.

"please, please, please" she begged "you've tormented your future bride with your magical hands enough, your bride wants you to feel pleasure and feel her cum… from inside her" she whispered in his ear

His body shivered as she whispered in his ear, her words and breath sending a thrill through him that made him want her more than ever. He groaned as he felt her grinding against him, the pleasurable sensations too much to bear. “Gods, darling… you’re going to be the death of me….” he whispered in response, his voice shaky with desire, “Are you sure you’re ready…?”

she nodded and moved down the bed a little sitting on her knees, Luke couldn't even wait grabbing her by the hips and pushing up the thin dress to her waist, to grind against her in his new position, his hands gripping her ass a little too hard causing her to drip her wetness onto the bed

He couldn’t control himself any longer, his desire for her too strong, He gripped her hips tightly in his hands, his fingers digging into her flesh, she begged and whined already begged. He couldn’t take it anymore, the sound of her begging and whinging sending a fire through his body “Gods…. darling…. are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice low and urgent, “Because I won’t be able to stop once I start…”

"I'm sure Luke"

He groaned as he heard her confirmation, his body trembling with anticipation “Gods…” he breathed, “I’ve been waiting so long for this…” His hands left her hips for a moment, moving to the hem of his pants and fumbling with the laces, desperate to remove the offending garment. His eyes never left hers, his gaze dark with desire as he quickly undressed himself. As soon as his pants were off, he reached for her, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back towards him. His body pressed against hers, skin against skin, feeling the heat and softness of her body against his. He moaned as he felt her body against his, the sensation of her skin against his overwhelming his body with pleasure. His hands roamed over her backside, caressing and squeezing her flesh gently as he positioned her.

She gasped and slightly groaned at his squeezing,

He chuckled at her gasp and groan, loving the way she reacted to his touch. As his hand came down on her ass in a soft smack,

she let out a small squeal "Luke!"

he couldn't help but smirk at the sound of her squeal "What? Can't I enjoy the sight of my future bride's beautiful ass?" He continued to caress her backside for a moment longer, his hands still gripping and squeezing her flesh, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch. But he couldn't wait any longer, his body aching with desire and need.

she whined as his grip tightened again keeping her exposed which let even more drips fall onto the bed as she trembled with anticipation

He groaned at the sight of her dripping onto the bed, the view only making him harder, He groaned again as he saw the small pool of her nectar forming on the sheets part of him wanted to lick it up and drink her between her legs like a fine wine, “...Gods, darling… you have no idea how you drive me crazy…” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “...I can’t wait any longer…”

"then don't my love"

He paused for a moment, his hands on her hips, as he took a moment to admire the sight of his future bride beneath him. Her body was trembling with anticipation, her eyes dark with desire, and he knew that this moment would forever be burned into his memory. He couldn’t resist her any longer, her words and her body driving him past the point of reason. He pulled her against him, his body pressed against hers as he positioned himself between her legs. he moved closing the gap and immediately he understood, he understood everything his stepfather and older brother had said about, he understood why men spent all their gold for girls to visit, why men would go to war over women. Because this feeling! This sensation! He would march himself and Arrax to war a hundred times just for this feeling.

She moaned and screamed his name. "Lucerys!"

He felt a rush of pleasure and desire as she moaned and screamed his name, her voice filling his mind and body with a fire that he had never felt before. She was the most beautiful, intoxicating creature he had ever laid eyes on, and he knew in that moment that he would die a happy man. He continued moving against her, his body in perfect harmony with hers, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

she moaned and squealed in reaction to his every movement,

He continued to move against her, the sound of her moans and squeals fueling his own desire. The feel of her skin against his was electric, their bodies moving together in perfect sync as they both grew closer and closer to the edge. "Darling... you feel so... so good..." he whispered, his voice thick with pleasure and lust.

she suddenly squealed loudly her whole body trembling "Luke please i-"

He felt her body tremble as she squealed loudly, her words cut off by the pleasure that was overwhelming her. "Please what darling?" he whispered, not slowing his pace for a moment.

"I'm gonna... Please don't stop!" She squealed her fingers gripping the sheets desperately

He chuckled at her desperate pleas, his own body already on the edge of release. "Don't worry darling... I have no intention of stopping..." He continued to move against her, his pace increasing as he edged her closer and closer to the point of no return.

she moaned louder and louder until it hit her and she came, her body trembling, she tightened around him, squirting down the bed and him, her fingers almost rip the sheets and she screams in the most lustful tone he has ever heard and he only ever wanted to hear her do it again and again "Lucerys!"

He felt her body tighten around him as she came, her intense release bringing him to the edge of his own, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed into her and came, his body shuddering and shaking as he released deep inside her, her name on his lips in a breathless gasp. "Y/n... gods... that was..."

"... Lucerys... Trust me... You keep up performances like that. You'll get to do that every night," she gasped as her body collapsed on the bed

He chuckled weakly as he collapsed on the bed next to her, his body still shaking from the intensity of their lovemaking. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, their foreheads touching holding her close as they both caught their breath. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent, his heart still racing. "Every night, huh? I like the sound of that..."

"... Fuck... I'm gonna be pregnant a lot when we're married aren't I?" She chuckled

He laughed weakly, his hand moving to rest on her stomach, stroking the soft skin gently. "Gods, I hope so..." he replied with a smirk, "I plan on getting you pregnant as often as possible darling. I want an entire army of dragon riders running around Dragonstone."

"a whole army?" She chuckled "Perhaps a whole branch for the family tree just for our little dragons"

He grinned at her remark, imagining a future where the halls of Dritmark were filled with the laughter and play of their children and grandchildren. "Maybe we should start our own dynasty if we're going to have that many little dragons running around," he teased.

"Perhaps we should" she giggled "Did you... you know? This time? I might have to take some moon tea for this one as we're not married yet. or... perhaps we could just insist on marrying soon and this could be our first?"

He chuckled at her suggestion, running his fingers through her hair gently. "I suppose you're right, we should wait until the wedding to start trying in earnest. But... then again..." He paused, a playful smile on his face. "Maybe we could just marry sooner rather than later, and this could be our first little dragon. What do you think, darling?"

"I'd like that Luke"

He smiled, his heart swelling with happiness at her response. "Then it's settled. We'll marry sooner rather than later, and our first little dragon can be a product of our love." He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, holding her close in his arms. “I- I really look forward to us getting married, to the life we’ll have together I- I really love you Y/n,”

“I love you too Lucerys,” she smiled before they shared a soft sweet kiss on the lips,

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fiapartridge · 9 months ago

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🌊 Luke Hughes is a need. congrats on 600!!!

now that we don't talk | luke hughes

"you part the crowd like the red sea, don't even get me started" - taylor swift, now that we don't talk

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: growing up, luke was your best friend, but now all he felt like was a stranger.

warning(s): drinking, unrequited love

fia's notes 💌: aaa thank u! i closed my celly last week but i wanna finish all of the requests that i didn't get to before it ended! italics are the past, normal is the present !

You met Luke when you were ten. He had moved in next door and you were elated. You had never seen any kid your age on the street where you lived, so seeing the Hughes family unloading the white moving truck with big brown boxes, you quickly offered to help.

You met Jack first. He said you were tinier than a peanut and proceeded to pat your head and tussle your hair when Quinn walked over, scolding the younger boy for bothering you in the first place. Quinn felt mature to you, already someone you felt like you could trust with anything. You never had an older brother, or siblings in general, so the two boys felt somewhat like a safe haven.

But the moment you saw Luke, you swore the wind started blowing harder, his walk was in a time-bending slow-motion, and the blue birds started to sing in their place in the trees. He was perfect and you, as much as you believed that boys were icky and gross (and definitely containing cooties), you were in love. Earth-shattering, mind-numbing, heart-stopping love.

“Lukey, get over here!” Jack yelled, waving the curly-headed boy over to the moving truck where the three of you stood.

Growing flushed, you watched as Luke ducked under Jack’s arm, avoiding his daily ‘noogie’--- especially now that there was a girl in the vicinity. Scratching the back of his neck, he let out an awkward laugh. “I’m Luke.”

You wanted to ask for his favorite color, music artist, movie, tv show—you wanted to learn everything about him. But for now, you smiled softly, allowing the pink bubbles in your stomach to float up and into your cheeks as you nodded, saying, “I’m Y/N.”

The inside of the house was loud, lights flashing across every wall and red Solo cups trashed the floor. You had hesitated saying yes to your friends’ invite to this party, wanting so badly to just put on a face mask and watch YouTube videos in the safety of your apartment, but after realizing you hadn’t spent a night out in weeks, you agreed. So now, here you were, holding hands with your best friend in a skirt so short you had to pull down the hem every couple of inches as you marched through the party, avoiding crashing into drunken bodies and touchy frat guys.

“Let’s get you drunk, okay?” your friend shouted as she guided you towards the kitchen of the house.

“Y/N?” you heard your name shouted from across the kitchen island as you looked up, meeting Ethan Edwards brown and piercing eyes. He looked confused, rightfully so. You hadn’t seen him in months without a single reason as to why you vanished. You just…disappeared, like you were a figment of their imaginations. But there you were, alive in the flesh.

You tried to look away, act like you didn’t hear him, but when he called you again, more eyes settling on your small frame, you knew there was no other choice but to throw on a shy smile and say, “Hey, Eth.”

Rounding the island, he pulled you into a tight hug. The moment he touched you, it was like your knees wanted to buckle in and melt into his body. You missed him—especially his hugs. Pulling away, his hands stayed on your shoulders, scared that you would run away if he didn’t. “Where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in years.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s been a couple months.”

“Still miss you. Luke does too, you know?”

“Eth,” you shook your head, clawing at his grip on your shoulders as his hands tightened. You didn’t want to talk about this. Not here and especially not now.

“He never told me what happened, but whatever he did, he was stupid, okay? And—”

“It’s okay,” you smiled weakly. “I’m over it. I’ve just been…busy,” you shrugged as if anything that came out of your mouth was remotely the truth.

He chose not to push you, knowing that if he did, you would probably be halfway across the house and towards the exit. As much as you were best friends with Luke, you were also best friends with Ethan, Mark, and Dylan. Losing Luke was losing everyone. And as much as it hurt seeing Ethan, it was nothing compared to seeing Luke.

“Luke!” someone shouted from the next room over. Ethan could feel you tense under his hands as you instinctively looked over your shoulder, immediately seeing him. It was like your eyes gravitated towards him no matter where he was. If Luke was in a Where’s Waldo book, you’d finish all the pages in less than 10 seconds.

He parted the crowd easily as partygoers stepped back upon his large steps and tall stature. He was known at the University of Michigan along with the rest of his family. Girls wanted to be with him, guys wanted to be his friend, professors passed him in every class just so he could play hockey. You could feel his presence in every room; it was loud and shook the walls like some sort of earthquake. You felt it in your heart and your stomach, in your legs and your chest. Luke just had that effect on people.

And when he entered the room, merely feet from you, it was like you were nothing, unrecognizable, because just as your eyes followed him everywhere, to him, you were nowhere to be found. Well, to be found, he would have to look first. But the thing was, Luke stopped looking. All you were to him was a stranger.

You were teenagers when your feelings for him began to grow more real than you had imagined them to be. You were sitting on a lounge chair in Luke’s backyard, swaddled in a blue beach towel as Luke’s curly wet hair dripped onto your exposed legs. You loved night swims and Luke loved seeing you happy. He didn’t love the cool night air and the frigid pool temperature against his pale skin, but any time spent with you was time well spent.

Your legs were in criss-cross-apple-sauce as Luke mirrored you on the other side of the chair.

“You know Brad Richards is taking Trisha Thompson to prom?” you asked. You didn’t even know they knew each other. You swore she was still dating Noah Turner, her boyfriend, well, now ex boyfriend, of three years. It made you wonder how people were just okay with going with someone they barely even knew. You went with Luke every year for every dance: homecoming, the winter ball, the spring fling, prom—everything.

And everytime he asked you, it felt like you two were real. Like he was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend and everything was right in the world. And for a quick moment, you let yourself believe it. On nights like these, he was yours.

“Didn’t they start talking, like last week?” he responded, playing with the string of your bathing suit bottom.

“Yeah. Insane, right?”

“Super insane.”

You chewed your bottom lip, clawing at the fabric of the towel as you stared at your hands. “Are you going to prom?” He hadn’t asked yet and you were scared that he was going to take someone else; that your tradition of going together was over; that he grew up and got over you.

But he smiled, yelled for Jack and Quinn, and your face lit up. The two came outside with a big white cake with strawberries and blueberries and raspberries sprinkled over the top. There were light pink candles spread over the crown of the cake, and Ellen ran to Luke with a big white poster. Unrolling the paper, he held up a sign, saying, “They should call you sugar, you’re so sweet. But can I call you my date to prom?”

He dropped the poster as you threw your arms around him, whispering an excited ‘yes’ into his ears.

“You’ll go with me?” he asked, smiling. He knew you would say yes. You did every time, but he liked making you feel special. You deserved that and more.

“There’s no one else I’d rather go with.”

He walked past you and you swore you would have broken down right there. You felt suffocated, like the walls were closing in on you. You looked around, trying to find your friends but they were nowhere to be found. You were surrounded by Luke, Luke, Luke. Every turn you made, you swore you could see him ignoring you, acting like you were nothing.

But he saw you. You were the first person in that whole entire party that he saw. To be honest, he wasn’t going to even show up. He was ready to do a couple laps on the treadmill, take a shower, eat some dinner, and head to bed, but when he got a text from his teammates, telling him that you were there, he knew he had to go. He knew you weren’t going to talk to him after what he did to you, but you were still his person, and he still had to make sure you were safe.

You were at a New Years Eve party at UMich, one that Luke had invited you to. You were so excited, you thought tonight was the night. You were going to get that New Year's kiss, he was going to be your boyfriend, and you would be his girlfriend, and everything would be right in the world, something you had dreamed of since you were ten years old; since the moment you met him. You put on your best sparkly black dress, threw on some makeup, spritzed yourself with the perfume you knew he liked most, tossed on some very uncomfortable high heels, and found yourself at the party.

He was there the second you opened the door, handing you a beer upon arrival. Mark pulled you into a hug and Dylan begged you to play beer pong with him against Ethan and Luca. You agreed after sending a small smile to Luke, silently asking if it was okay.

He nodded. “I’ll be right here, okay?” he whispered in your ear as Dylan held your wrist, dragging you to the table.

You played until you sunk the ball in the last of Ethan’s and Luca’s cups, jumping into Dylan’s arms as you pranced around the table, rubbing it in the losers’ faces. You loved this feeling. With them, you felt loved, you felt excited, and electric. You never wanted that night to end.

And before you knew it, the countdown was beginning.

10…9…Dylan pushed you to the stairs, knowing you were on your way to Luke. Ethan and the rest of the boys sent each other knowing looks as you rolled your eyes, trying not to fall over as you made your way to the stairs of the house.

8…7…You knew the house like the back of your hand. You knew which bathroom to use when the rest were busy, which laundry room was strictly used for barf stains, and most importantly, which room was Luke’s.

6…5…You marched down the hall, seeing Luke’s room only a little ways away. Couples were already cuddled up against the walls, kissing before the countdown had even ended. For some reason, it made you even more excited. You were only 5 seconds away from kissing the love of your life.

4…3…Reaching his door, your hand held the knob as you pushed it open. And you swore you felt your heart plummet to the floor. Luke was there, he was right there, kissing a girl that wasn’t you. And you knew you shouldn’t be mad. He wasn’t yours. But some part of you, some big part of you, really believed he was.

2…1… “Y/N?” Luke pulled away from the girl as you stood at the door, your hand still on the knob. You were frozen. You didn’t know whether to run or cry. Did you even deserve to cry? It’s not like you guys were dating or anything. But sometimes it felt like it. And maybe he was like how everyone said he was. Maybe Luke Hughes was a fuck boy; a player.

“Happy New Year’s!” you heard everyone in the house shout as Luke replaced those words with shouts of your name. You ran. You turned around and ran down the hall, down the stairs, and past the boys. You ran outside, calling an Uber to get you, and take you away from this hell hole. You were embarrassed. You were so embarrassed. Everyone could see that you were in love with him; that you wanted that kiss to be with you. Ethan had rooted for you, Dylan had rooted for you, everyone had. But it didn’t matter if you knew his favorite color, his biggest fears, what he stored on the topshelf of his dresser. It didn’t matter if there was a picture of you on his bedside table, or that you went to every high school dance together, or if you held a Luke Hughes hoodie stash back at your dorm. Because in the end, you still weren’t enough for him.

“Y/N!” you didn’t turn around. You knew who it was based on just the sound of his voice alone. You knew it was Luke, but you were tired of being delusional and embarrassing yourself time and time again. “I didn’t mean to kiss her.”

You watched the unmoving street in front of you as if something extraordinary was going to happen. You couldn’t look at him, because surely you would have broken down the moment you were met with those green eyes.

“Y/N, please,” his hand landed on your shoulder as you blinked rapidly, trapping your tears within the walls of your eyes. You won’t let them slip. You won’t let him see you cry. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Luke. It was just a kiss.”

“It upset you—”

“I’m just tired,” you said harshly. “I just want to go home.”

“I’ll walk you, we can talk about this, and- and—”

You finally turned to him. He looked stressed, like he knew he was losing you, and he knew why but he was too afraid to admit it. Or maybe he was embarrassed. He knew you liked him, but the thing was, he didn’t feel that way for you. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much his friends pushed him to, his parents and siblings. You were his best friend and that’s all you ever were to him.

“I’m not mad. Whatever I felt for you, it’s okay, I think I’m done feeling that way.”

And just when he wanted to ask you what you meant by that, you hopped in the Uber that pulled up to the curb, closed the door, and drove away. You ignored his calls after that. You ignored his texts, his friends’ texts, his brothers’ texts. You were going to get over him, because just as much as it hurt to ice him out, it hurt even more to pretend to just be friends with him.

So he watched you at the party as you downed beers and danced with guys you’ve never spoken to before. He watched you play beer pong with your new friends and kiss people that he so badly wanted to keep you away from.

All he could do was watch, now that you don’t talk.

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riya-kaur · 1 year ago

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luke robert hemmings.

cw! mentions of puking and feeling unwell

summary: you had been feeling unwell for a couple of days now. with luke being concerned he called the boys and told them he couldn't make it into the studio today so he could take the day to stay beside you and take care of you.

take care.

it was early hours in the morning, the sun hardly up from its slumber.

your hands grabbed your stomach as you woke up with a sharp pain to your abdomen. "fuck" you muttered as you sprinted to the bathroom, still holding your stomach. you knelt down beside the toilet as you bring up the contents of your stomach.

the sourness in your mouth, making you retch from the taste as you hovered over the bowl.

"i'm so sorry, sweet." you feel your boyfriend's hand rest on the small of your back, rubbing your back in an up and down motion.

you open your mouth to speak, but before you know it, you're leaning into the bowl again. you feel luke gather your hair and put it up in a ponytail. "t-thanks" you finally say as he leans your back against his chest.

you feel his arms travel around you waist as he puts his head on your shoulder. "how're you feeling sweet?" he asks, watching you as you nuzzle yourself further into his embrace.

"i hate this, lu" you sniffle as you turn your head into his chest, letting your tears soak into his bare chest. "i'm sorry, my love" he frowns before placing a kiss on your head.

"no, i'm sorry- you have work later on and i woke you up. you should head back to sleep" you sniffle once again as you pull yourself away from your boyfriend. "don't be silly, i wanna take care of you y/n, let me, okay?" he reassures, pulling you back into his embrace.

"ïm gonna go downstairs and get you some medicine and water, then we can try head back to sleep for a few hours, is that okay?" he asks, and you nod.

luke helps lift you up and guides you back into the bedroom, settling you into the bed. "i'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" he informs you and you respond with a nod before pulling the covers over your body.

you hear luke jog downstairs before he makes his way into the kitchen, opening and closing the kitchen cabinets. true to his word, after a few minutes, you hear him walking back up the stairs. this time, he walks in with a tall glass of water and some pills in his hand.

you've got a visitor" Iuke announces, nodding his head to the side. you peek over to luke's side seeing petunia walking over as she wags her tail left to right.

"hey baby girl" you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "go to momma, 'tunia." luke coos at the bulldog before handing you the water and pills. "thank you, lu," you give him a weak smile before placing the pills in your mouth, which you swallowed down with half the glass of water.

you then feel petunia jump onto the end of the bed. waddling her way over to you, you quickly set your glass on your nightstand before directing your attention to the pup.

luke had now made his way around the bed, now on his side of the bed, before slipping under the duvet.

luke cuddles into your side, letting one hand pet the pup in front of you. "if you don't want to sleep, let me know, okay?" he mumbles against your shoulder. "no, sleeping might do me somne good" you mutter as you turn to look at the blonde. luke hums before gently pulling you down, beside him.

"c'mere" he whispers as he lays you right next to him. he wraps his arms around you before placing a kiss on your head. "goodnight sweet" he mumbles against your neck. "goodnight lu"

hours had ticked by, and you hadn't slept a wink. you were tossing and turning in discomfort and pain.

you were settled on your back, staring at the ceiling whilst your hands were busy massaging the pup beside you.

you jumped slightly when you heard luke's alarm fill the room. you hear luke groan as he goes to turn it off. "morning baby" he says in his croaky morning voice. "morning" you say as you fake a smile, trying to hide the pain you're in.

''when did you wake up" he asks, rubbing his eyes open. "i'm not too sure" you lie, your voice hinting with hesitation. "have you been asleep at all?" your boyfriend asks, as he sits up on the bed.

you shake your head to the side, "i'm sorry, i just couldn't, it's hurts lu, too much" you say as your eyes become glossy. "aw baby" he coos as he lifts you up and pulls you into his lap. ''you should have a woke me up" he says as he strokes the locks of your hair that laid on over your shoulder.

"you've got work today. i didn't want to disturb you" you whimper as you hide your face into his chest. "baby, you still should've woken me up," he whispers before placing a kiss on your hair. "sorry lu" you sniffle against his chest.

you stay in luke's embrace for a short amount of time before he excuses himself to answer his phone, which was ringing from an incoming call.

you hear luke walking out of the bedroom before you hear the muffled voices from him and the person on the phone.

you turn your attention to the pup, who laid beside you. you placed kisses on her head and nose before you see luke enter back into the bedroom.

"you okay?" you ask, looking up at the blonde. luke nods before gesturing petunia to move. he sits where she once laid, which was in front of you. he takes your hand in his, "what'd you want for breakfast, love?" he asks as he plays with your fingers. "nothing, 'm not hungry'' you mumble as you lean forward to lean on his chest.

"sweet, you have to eat. i'll make anything you want," Iuke offers. "avocado on toast," you say, looking up at luke. he places a kiss on your nose, "perfect, i'll go make it" he says.

he scoops you up into his arms and begins to make his way downstairs, petunia following behind him.

he sets you on the couch before placing a blanket over you. "i'll go make your breakfast," he smiles, placing a kiss to your head.

you watch as he makes his way to the kitchen, "Iu" you exclaim before letting a string of coughs follow suit. "yes, love?" he asks, shouting from the kitchen.

"don't you have to go to the studio today?" you ask, sniffling. you hear luke walking back to where you laid. "i told the boys i couldn't make it today, told them how you're feeling," he says, hovering over you from behind the couch.

"lu, no, you should go. i'll be fine, honestly, " you say, the sound of your voice coming out quiet and soft. unable to contain it, you let out another string of coughs. "no y/n, i need to be here with you and help you get better," he states.

"i'm sorry, lu" you say letting your head fall back, looking into his eyes. he shakes his head before placing a kiss on your lips upside down. he places his hand around your neck, helping you to keep your balance as your head is tilted back.

you pull away quickly after, "you shouldn't kiss me, we don't wanna risk you getting sick as well" you say, looking back at luke. luke hums, "i don't care, baby" he says before placing a quick peck to your lips again. "Iu" you hummed, shaking your head.

luke simply gives you wink before standing up straight, from leaning over the couch. "i'm gonna head out to get some avocado, okay, will you be okay for ten minutes?" he asks. you nod, "just don't be long, or i'll miss you too much" you say with a pout on your lips. luke giggles, "you won't even notice i'm gone, love"

"i noticed you were gone" you whine as you hear your boyfriend kick his shoes off, beside the front door.

"sorry sweet, the line was so long" he says, walking over to you, with a bag of groceries. "i got you something," he smiles before placing a kiss on your forehead. you watched as he kneeled down in front of you, bringing the hand that was behind his back in front of you, showing off the bouquet of flowers he was holding.

"oh my- lu! thank you baby!" you exclaim, holding the flowers and breathing in their scent. you're welcome, my love,' he giggles. "here, i'll go put them in water, luke says. you pass him the flowers back. "thank you, baby, that was so sweet," you smile. "you're welcome, sweet."

luke heads back into the kitchen, putting the flowers in a vase and setting it on the coffee table. he then turns his attention back to making breakfast for the two of you.

"shit" you muttered as you made your way back into the bathroom, kneeling down beside the toilet, emptying your stomach once again.

minutes had passed, you had assumed that the breakfast was nearly ready as you heard luke fry an egg for his avocado on toast. the smell from frying the egg came across strong, making your stomach turn.

you felt tears roll down your cheek as you felt a burn to your throat.

"fuck, are you okay?" you hear luke exclaim. you nod your head before tucking your knees to your chest, resting your head on your knees.

"i"m so sorry lu" you choke as the tears fall down to your cheeks. "don't apologize, he hums as he wraps his arms around you, swaying you in his arms. "you're gonna be okay y/n" he reassures.

after luke consoled you, the two of you made your way back into the living room, where you both sat and ate your breakfast. you struggled eating at first, but luke encouraged you to at least try and eat.

"okay, what'd you wanna do sweet?" he asks, coming back into the living room from putting the dishes in the kitchen.

"wanna watch the prisoner of azkaban?" you grin, batting your eyelashes. "how can i say no" he smiles.

you put the movie on whilst luke sets himself in between your legs, placing his head on your stomach whilst his arms wrapped around your legs.

"ready?" you ask before clicking play on the movie. the blonde hums as he turns to look at the tv.

it was nearly the end of the movie, and during the movie, your boyfriend couldn't help but notice how highly you speak about a certain character. "he's definitely your favourite character, isn't he?" luke says. "duh" you say playfully, rolling your eyes. "okay, but seriously, lu, can you blame me. i mean, just look at him!" you squeal. luke looks up at you, his head still on your stomach. he plasters a fake frown on his lips whilst making his eyes glossy, "but he doesn't compare to you baby." you giggle as you see the blonde's frown turn into a gleaming smirk.

"i know, i'm definitely better looking than sirius black," he smirks, leaning up to place a kiss on your lips, but you quickly turn your head. "i don't want you to get sick, lu," you inform him. "i won't, and even if i do, i don't mind. i just wanna kiss you, love," he says, knitting his brows together, "please, " he adds.

"c'mere" you say, shaking your head. "thank you sweet" he says, leaning up to place a soft and slow kiss on your lips. he let's his lips linger on yours before he settles his head back onto your stomach, "i love you y/n", he smiles softly, glancing up at you, "i love you lu" you smile back.

"she's gonna pick me!" you exclaim as you take a seat on the floor. you watch luke set your phone up across the room. "no, she's a hundred percent a daddy's girl" luke confirms.

the two of you had decided to try out a tiktok trend to see who petunia would go to. we told her to sit on the opposite side of the room as we sat on the other side of the room.

luke came and sat beside you, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. he had set the ten second timer on tiktok, and once it hit one second left, the two of you called petunia over.

you watch her waddling her way over to the two of you before she stops in the middle, looking between both you and luke.

"come on, baby," you exclaim, "come on, tunia." luke squeals. you watch her look over at luke before she comes running into your arms.

you let her lick your face whilst you exclaimed in excitemnent, "i wanna do it again!" you hear your boyfriend say, "luke she chose me, that means she likes me better." you giggle as you stick your tongue out at the blonde. "please, just one more go?" he asks, "fine" you say, giving in.

you set petunia back into the spot she sat in before, you and luke then sitting back into your seats.

once again, once the timer hit one, you both called her over. she came running up to you before luke called her over. once she set her eyes on luke, she sprinted over to him. "ha" luke exclaims. "now we're even," you smile, standing up to grab your phone, which recorded the video.

you take a seat on the couch, watching the video back. luke had now made his way beside you, snuggling into your side.

''oh my gosh- luke, you cheated!" you exclaimed as you look at the boy, "did not!" he says, lifting his head up from your shoulder. ''what's this?" you say as you showed him a scene from the video.

it was the part where luke had called her over when she stood in front of me, luke had shown her a treat, hence why she went running over to him.

"she likes you better than me" luke frowns. "what can i say, i'm just the best" you giggle. luke hums, "that you are" he says, pulling you in for a kiss.

you let your hands cup his cheeks once he deepened the kiss with his tongue. he hums against your lips as he pulls you on top of him, a smirk growing on his lips as he squeezed your leg.

the two of you were interrupted by the doorbell ringing, "fucking great" luke mumbles against your lips. you giggle as you roll off his laps. luke stands up, making his way to the front door.

"we come bearing gifts!" you hear a familiar voice say from the door, along with a few other muffled voices.

you peek your head up, wanting to see who it was. "hey crys," you hear luke say. "crystal!" you exclaim before you see her running up to you. she hovers over you before giving you a tight hug.

"how are you feeling, babe?" she asks. "wasn't feeling too good this morning, but luke's been great at taking care of me" you say, giving a smile to your boyfriend.

luke hovers over you from behind, placing a kiss on your head. you look behind luke to see michael, ashton, and calum. "hey guys," you smile at the other three, giving them a small hug.

they greeted you back before wishing you a speedy recovery.

the six of you all took seats on the couch, whilst you all caught up.

you, luke, and crystal were on one couch whilst calum, ashton, and michael were on the other couch.

''we bought you some gifts" michael says, handing a basket to you. "you shouldn't have" you express, "but thank you, i appreciate it, guys." you smile before opening the basket.

''my favourite!" you squeal as you take out the packet of party size crispy m&ms out. "i call dibs on half," luke announces, you shake your head at the boy, "nope, these are all mine, baby" you grin.

"but you can definitely help me use up all these," you say as you take out a box full of face masks, lip masks, and under eye masks

"yeah, definitely not, babe,"

a/n: this a repost of the sickfic i did.

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