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Wicked Games

i guess this is called a blurb??? i’m not all that familiar. i was reading a description where someone said they think luke would overstimulate during sex, and i kind of ran with the idea. anyway, enjoy, or don’t, everyone has their own preference.

under the cut is nine hundred and one words of pure luke dominance!!! possessiveness!!! and over-simulation!!! rip my long lost soul. pretty sure luke stole it long ago.

here’s a quick peak, 

“Luke,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering back, her fingers trembling against the bed sheets. “I- God, I can’t… what are you doing,” she managed to stammer out as he thrust on, small, soft grunts bursting past his slender, pink lips. The very same pink lips that sucked and kissed her neck, her cheeks, her stomach. Instead of answering, he kept up with his movements, both of his hands finding her hips and pushing her down into the sheets, grinding his hips against hers in a way that made him groan and scrunch his nose up in pleasure.”

“Luke,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering back, her fingers trembling against the bed sheets. “I- God, I can’t… what are you doing,” she managed to stammer out as he thrust on, small, soft grunts bursting past his slender, pink lips. The very same pink lips that sucked and kissed her neck, her cheeks, her stomach. Instead of answering, he kept up with his movements, both of his hands finding her hips and pushing her down into the sheets, grinding his hips against hers in a way that made him groan and scrunch his nose up in pleasure.

“Luke,” she squealed, her voice high, her hands reaching for his shoulders. “I can’t,” she rasped. 

Luke looked down at her then, meeting her eyes in a single straight look. “You’re going to come again,” he grunted, confident, moving deeper and harder into her. “I know you will, baby,” he said, his voice harsh, sweat sliding down the smooth surface of his face, and by the tone of his voice, he was in awe of her and in need of her, in need for her to finish and finish soon. 

Y/n whimpered, falling completely onto her back, her neck arching, hair falling all over the place, her legs tensing. His words were always a trigger, an easy release for her when she found he was overstimulating too much and she might not make it- but then he would speak, sometimes something small, but usually that was all it took. His voice was a gateway to her finish, always. His voice was a reminder that he was there with her, loving her, and it was always enough to help her get there. It was overwhelming. He overwhelmed her senses, made her his completely. 

Her fingers dropped from his shoulders and she clutched onto the sheets beneath her, her lips parted, taking in deep, rough and frantic breaths. She could feel her face getting hot, sweat collecting behind her neck, her thighs burning from the back and forth, push and pull of Luke between her legs. His hands were still on her hips, a bruising touch that would stay pink on her skin for the next few weeks, and even while away, he’ll still be there with her, a constant reminder of the things he said and the things he did, and would soon do again.

“Fuck, Y/n, I need you to come,” Luke hissed, and without thinking, he reached a hand between her legs, pressing the tips of his fingers against right where he knew she needed him.

“I can’t,” she whined, to which Luke grunted, thrusting harder and pulling out less. His thrusts were becoming rigid and sloppy, a clear sign that Y/n knew meant he was close, within seconds close. But she really couldn’t- her legs were shaking, burning hot. Her throat was hot a sore, sticky hair stuck to her neck and shoulders and her fingers no longer had the strength to clutch onto the sheets anymore. 

“Luke, please,” she whined, getting cut short with a gasp, her hips reaching for his touch that never once faltered, only increased in pressure and possession.

“That’s it,” Luke growled, fucking her harder now, a bead of wetness falling from his jaw. “I told you you would, baby,” and with that, she cried out, her neck snapping back, her toes digging into the back of Luke’s calves. 

Luke grunted, and giving one, two, three more hard thrusts, he looked down between the two of them, watching his cock as he fucked into her, and on the third thrust, knowing she was exactly where she needed to be, he let out a low grunt, his top teeth grazing his lower lip as he found his release inside of her silently, his throat contracting, his eyes squinting while he twitched and stilled inside of her, letting himself go. 

He released his hands from her hips when he could finally manage to breathe normally again, and sure enough, there were pink finger prints embodied against her pale, angle soft skin. He would always apologize, but he wouldn’t deny that each time he got to see marks on her- his marks on her, whether it be on her neck, her ass, her hips, those were his marks, the marks he made and she let him make, that always reminds him that he’s touched her there, and that no one else ever has been this close, this intimate, this real with her before. 

Leaning down, Luke brushed his lips against hers, looking down at her closed eyes. One side of his mouth curved into a knowing smirk, and when he spoke, his breath was hot on her lips, touching her skin like fire.

“I love you,” he whispered, and closed his lips against hers briefly, then shifted over onto his side. It was typical of Luke to always hold her after sex, which is exactly what she knew he was doing before he even wrapped an arm around her and edged a leg of his own between her sore ones, even though they were sweaty and, as some might say, gross and sticky. But it bothered neither of them. He always got her to the point of oblivion, where she was way past caring. 

Before she let herself fall asleep, she felt Luke’s lips brush her neck, and in a soft, tired voice, she said, “I love you, too.”