I mean, it wasn’t like Luke intentionally decided to look hot all of a sudden. Or maybe he did.
I don’t fucking know. I do know that it killed me and that I couldn’t talk to
him over FaceTime without getting hot and bothered. Of course, it worried him
the first few times I told him I had to get off-just so I could go and relieve
some tension in the lower region-, so I had to withstand his growing sexiness.
I had gotten good with waiting until he was ready to sleep or until he needed
to do something for his band. Hadn’t stuttered or ended the call early.
And then, he came home.
I swear, I couldn’t speak right for about a day. He was just
so cute and hot and sexy. When I first saw him, I wanted to pounce. Wanted to
just fuck him on the coffee table in the middle of the living room in our flat.
But, he was obviously tired, and I honestly didn’t want to make him even more
tired. So, I waited. I was good with
waiting after all.
It wasn’t until a week after he arrived home, that I
realized he was teasing me this whole
time. He did decide to look incredibly hot all of a sudden. I saw it in the way
he smirked when I told him how hot he’s gotten. He thought he hid it, that
bastard, but I saw it. I saw it in the way he made sure to walk out the
bathroom every single time he took a
shower in a loose towel around his waist, stating that he, “forgot his boxers
again”. That little shit didn’t forget anything. I really saw it in his eyes
right after he kissed me, and I whined out for more. He hadn’t fucked me yet and I was aching for his goddamn
This little fucker knew exactly was he was doing to me, and
I decided that fine, if he was going to tease me with his hotness, then I would
tease him with mine. Thus saying, when I showered in the morning before I had
to go to my study group with my friends, I always grabbed my towel and wrapped
it around my body, not even bothering to grip it tighter when it fell off my
body halfway through the walk to my panty drawer. And when I had my
undergarments on-that just so happened to always be lingerie-I sat on the end
of the bed, sticking a leg up in the air to rub lotion on. I did it slow and at
a pace that always made him fidget.
He didn’t stop, though. His teasing fucking continued. It
continued and worsened. One morning, he didn’t even walk out in a towel. He
just walked out butt ass naked like it was a normal thing. He could tell I was
watching, hell, I was always watching. It was a nice sight to see.
One night, we were cuddling on the couch, watching a movie
like we usually did on Saturday. Even if we were having this unspoken war, we
still had normal conversations and cuddled and all that. On this particular
night, however, I wanted to be cheeky and wear my lovely new leather thong I
purchased in honor of this unspoken war (with its matching bra, of course). I
was just in one of his sweaters and he was just in some boxers. Considering
Luke was a tall motherfucker, his sweater came down to almost mid-thigh. Maybe
two or three inches above that. So, he didn’t see my naughty choice of
underwear. He would, though.
The credits rolled up, and I heard his snoring. Oh, perfect
he was off guard. I bit my bottom lip, and moved my bum just ever so slightly
against his crotch. His nose twitched, and then when I moved a bit faster, his
hand found my hip. He let out a low groan and that was when I knew I had won
this war. He was a goner now. “Y/N, please.” He grunted out. My movements
stopped and I turned to face him. A smirk had crawled its way onto my lips. He
was glaring at me, but I could tell he was just horny as fuck. I was horny as
fuck. The sexual tension in the air couldn’t even be cut with the sharpest
knife in the drawer. His hand on my hip tightened and he crashed his lips onto
mine. It was a harsh kiss, tongues battling almost immediately.
My sweater-Luke’s sweater-was off in an instant, the kiss
distracting him from looking at my lovely underwear. My hand found his semi
outlining his boxers and I palmed him to take his attention off my lips and to
my body. He let out a deep groan when he felt the pressure I was giving him,
and then slowly raked his eyes down my frame, most likely to get himself fully
hard. I bit back a smile when he sucked in a breath at my underwear. I remembered
he told me, intoxicated, that he secretly loved leather. He never wanted to
admit it sober, but he loved it.
He was hard within minutes, and he switched the positions on
the couch, I was on the bottom, with him hovering over me, nipping kisses on my
neck. He wasn’t smooth with it, either. He was rough, fast. He seemed rushed,
and fuck did I love it. He had my hands pinned over my head as he rutted his
hips against mine. “Fuck, you don’t know how much I fucking missed this.” He
breathed in my ear, causing raised bumps to cover my skin. I moaned at the
tone. He was desperate. He rutted against me again, and I knew that even if
this underwear is sexy, it needed to come off. Hot, open-mouthed kisses were
trailing down my skin, stopping at the top of the cup of my bra. “Luke, come
on! Just fuck me already!”
“Don’t be impatient, baby doll.” I lifted my hips to meet
his, and he finally undid my bra and slid it off my body after teasing me for a
few more seconds. This new dominant Luke was probably going to be in my dreams
for a few weeks. It was such an exciting sight. It was no wonder why I was
soaking when my underwear was thrown across the room along with my bra. He
chuckled up at me when he slid a finger up and down my heat, languidly. He was
collecting my arousal, and fuck the way he was doing it made me want to scream.
“Please, just fuck me, Luke. Please.”
I begged, bucking my hips up. I needed it. I was dying for it.
He could probably tell by my fucked out appearance that I
needed it. He nodded and kissed me one last time. Our lips moved fast against
one another’s and his boxers were discarded and strewn around the living room
like the rest of our clothing. I ended up on top, my hands placed on his broad
chest. “Y/N, condom.” He spoke, realizing we didn’t have one. Lucky for us, I
decided to take the pill right before he went away for tour. “I’m on the pill.”
“Since when?” “How long have you been away on tour?” “Oh.” I giggled a little
bit at his answer. Man, there was so much to love about this dude.
But, I was literally sitting on his dick and I didn’t want
lovemaking tonight. Thus saying, shortly after our conversation, I lifted my
hips and grabbed his cock in my hand. I rubbed his tip against my entrance,
then sunk down onto his length. This was our first time without the condom, and
I haven’t ever experienced anything so blissful than the warmth his cock was
giving off, and the sound of his breathy moan. He felt so good inside of me, I
had to take a moment to take it in. “Y/N, I need you to move, baby.” I snapped
out of my dazed state and started moving up and down on him. “Fuck, Luke.” I
moaned out, shivering at the way he felt so big. I was bouncing rapidly on his
cock, my chest flush to his. He eventually began thrusting to meet my bounces,
and I actually screamed. Luke was hitting my spot over and over and all the
pleasure almost had me in tears.
My orgasm came so quick and so fast, I didn’t even have
enough to tell Luke. He continued to pound into me, though. My mind was fogged,
but when he shot his load inside of me, I reacted with a moan. Shit. That was
intense. Our breathing was labored and I almost fell asleep right then and
there. Just when I was about to go to sleep, a his gruff voice grunted in my
ear, “You can’t sleep yet, darlin’, I’m not finished yet.”
This is really bad,
sorry about that. I just needed something
for Luke. He didn’t have anything other than a text au…so I felt bad. But
here you go. I’m taking requests, so hmu bye