Can you write something with Luke where he randomly start to push you away (you’re dating) and you confront him and you find out its bcuz he thinks you deserve better and you comfort him and stuff
AN this was hella cute, I’m really happy about these stories, guys. And I thank you so much for your support and patience, I know it’s not easy, but I’m trying to get t everyone. Soon I’ll get to you. I love you and enjoy xx
Warning: slight smut
Luke and I were sitting in front of the television, I was in my underwear because it was hot as fuck, but no matter how much I protested Luke wouldn’t take off his shirt. I wanted him to, though. I always thought he was attractive, no matter what time of day.
“Please Luke?” I begged, giving him my best puppy dog look I could muster. “For me?”
“No.” He stuck to his word and refused to do anything all night. I tried to kiss him, and he moved his face so I caught his cheek, and it wasn’t really doing wonders for my self esteem.
When a commercial came on, I thought it’d be fun to do something, so I climbed over him so I was straddling him, but he pushed me off so he could watch the Sham Wow commercial.
“What’s so fucking special about Shamwow that you don’t want to kiss your girlfriend over.” I started to sulk and grabbed the blanket so I was hiding under it.
“I’ve memorized this commercial, how is it not special?” I looked up at him, and his eyes were hiding something. I couldn’t tell what, but I felt like he didn’t want me here. If he didn’t, he could at least just said so instead of pushing me away all night.
I sighed and didn’t respond. Instead I tried to grab his hand. We were watching TV, of course I wanted to cuddle, but I guess I had the plague or something because he pulled his hand away from me, eyes glued.
“If you don’t want me here, then why don’t you just say it.”
“What?” he asked me, finally looking away from the TV. I rolled my eyes. He’s so fucking oblivious sometimes.
“You’ve been avoiding me all night, Luke. What gives?”
“Nothing gives, I haven’t been avoiding you.”
“You haven’t been avoiding me? I climb into your lap and you push me off, which you’ve told me you love by the way. I try to kiss you and you move your face so I hit your cheek. I try to hold your hand and you pull away. So what the hell is wrong? Am I annoying you?”
Luke sighed and turned off the TV, turning around to face me. He looked to the floor and didn’t look up. Instead he played with my fingers, causing me to bite my lips and look anywhere but at his eyes. “You’re not annoying me,” he said after a while of silence.
“Then what the hell am I doing wrong?”
“I just, I don’t feel like. Never mind.”
“No, Luke. Tell me.” I turned his face so that he was actually looking at me. He gazed into my eyes for a bit until he looked away. He was fidgeting all around, but stood up suddenly, taking me by surprise.
“Where are you going?” I asked him, getting up as well.
“What? Why?” I followed him outside as he grabbed his keys and wandered away.
“Because.” Was all he said. He went out the door, and I followed him.
“I can’t just let you leave.” I got into the passenger seat and buckled up. He looked hesitantly at the car until he gave in and climbed in. We drove in silence for a bit until I turned on the radio, but Luke immediately shut it off, making me wonder what the hell was going on.
After a while, he pulls into a park. Since it’s so late, we’re the only ones here, and honestly I feel like I’m going to get murdered. But I keep my mouth shut.
“Y/N..” Luke starts. My head snaps up and I see him, sad and everything. Why is he sad? I thought we were having a good time.
“What is it, Luke?”
“I tried to drive because I thought I’d be able to drive away from the thoughts in my head, but they just keep following me and I can’t get them to stop.”
“What’re they saying?” I reached out for his hand, and this time he didn’t try to pull away.
“I’m not good enough.”
“What?” I didn’t hear him all too well, he was whispering.
“I’m not good enough for you. They’re telling me that I’m not enough for you. That I don’t deserve the love you give me, I’m too ugly, just not right for you. They won’t shut the fuck up.” Luke puts his head in his hands, trying to rid his mind of the thoughts, and all I can think of is that he doesn’t feel good enough to be with me? That doesn’t make any sense.
“Luke,” I murmur, bringing him to me, and cradling his head in my arms. “No one deserves to have those thoughts. No one. You’re good enough to have me, there’s absolutely nothing that makes you worth any less.”
“I’m a terrible boyfriend, Y/N.” His voice is so quiet, I’m afraid it’s going to break. But I hold him close, telling him that everything is going to be okay. That he doesn’t need to be more than he already is.
“You’re not a terrible boyfriend. You’re just right. Look at me, Luke.” My eyes are met with his crystal ones, and I try hard not to kiss the hell out of him. “I love everything about you. I love your face and your hair and your lips. Your soft lips.” I kissed him briefly as I said that part. “I love your hair,” I whispered as I ran my hand through his soft blonde hair. “I love your eyebrows, and your eyelashes.” I kissed each eye, and he sighed briefly. “I love your neck,” I nipped softly at his neck. “I love your chest and your arms and the way you hold me.” I was straddling him at this point, his seat was pushed back so I could do this. “I love that right there,” I point to his dick, smirking slightly. “And the way it feels. I love your legs and the way you walk. I love everything about you, Luke. Everything.”
Luke just gave me a half smile, and his hands had wandered to my ass, squeezing it lightly. He brought me closer so we could kiss, and his tongue was exploring my mouth. I nipped at his lips, and my hands were wandering through his hair.
We were jolted by a light tap on the window, and when we looked out, it was a police officer. “I’m sure you kids are having a hell of a time. But go home. It’s late.”
I blushed and slowly crawled off of Luke. He just laughed and looked at me, his face flushed. “Well that wasn’t awkward,” Luke giggled.
We drove home, and I was actually really turned on by what had happened, and hoped Luke would follow up on what happened in the car. When we got home, I started to get out, but he stopped me. “Wait here,” he told me. I nodded and sat patiently.
Luke got out of the car and came around to the other side. He opened the door and opened his arms. I started to climb out, but he pushed me back in. “No, no, no. I’m picking you up.”
I looked at him in confusion, but he simply slid his arms under me and hoisted me up to carry me to our room. I held on for dear life, nervous that he’d drop me, though I did have full faith in him, I wasn’t too keen on being carried. But Luke seemed to think otherwise.
We got to the bed, and he tossed me on it, throwing off his shirt in frustration. “It’s just so like you to give me a boner in the middle of an emotional speech,” he giggled, climbing over on top of me.
“It’s my secret talent. Just call me Erection Girl.”
“I’m not calling you that.” He tore off my shirt, and straddled me, pinning down my hands so I couldn’t push him off. Not that I wanted to, but just in case. He shimmied out of his pants, helping me out of mine too, and the only thing that was stopping us now was out underwear. Luke grinded up and down on me, causing me to moan and smile.
It wasn’t long before all the clothes were on the ground and he was going fast in me. We didn’t stop for a while. And we didn’t want to. We changed positions every so often until Luke was struggling visually to keep himself together. at this point I was sitting on him, straddling, moving myself up and down.
“Let go for me, babe,” I whispered in his ear. “I will too.”
He gave out on his climax, and I let go too, shooting a wave of euphoria through our bodies. We were sweaty and sticky, but we had got out all our frustrations in this. We were happy, satisfied.
I turned on my side, facing Luke, and he held my hands in his and kissed them. I smiled at him. “You really are the best boyfriend.” I sighed and kissed his fingers.
“I’m lucky to call you mine, Y/N.” We held each other like that until we both passed out from emotional and physical distress, but with a smile on our faces, because what better to fall asleep next to the one you love?