can we please discuss this concept??
luke is an absolute asshole, he loves games, he loves the art of deception, and when he moves into a different college, you catch his eye. you’re innocent, way more so then what he usually goes for, and you’re sweet as well, focusing solely on your studies, you never go out, never party, and therefore you’ve never even kissed anyone before.
he is completely enraptured by you, and yet, there’s still that darkness lingering in his mind, wishing to see your innocence corrupted. so he acts, he puts up this façade of being a good guy, the male equivalent to you, and eventually you end up studying together.
with each passing second that he spends with you, luke grows hungrier and hungrier. one day, he asks you out, all nervously and his words are stammered, and you like him, he’s nice to you, and sweet, and cute, so you say yes and when the evening is over, you invite him back, partly because your dorm is closer to campus, and partly because you weren’t ready to say goodbye.
picture this; you wall through the door, just finishing up a laugh from his previous joke, and you hear it shut behind you as you slip your jacket off, and when you turn, Luke is right in front of you. he steps forward, you step back, so on and so forth until eventually you feel the cold wall of the hallway press against your back. Luke’s hands land either side of your head; you’re caged in, not being able to look anywhere other than lukes eyes.
the way they’ve darkened to a new, deep navy, and they are piercing into your own, his lip tugged between his teeth and his face looks almost sinister, but there’s a look in his eyes and you know, this is still luke, a different version, but it’s still him, maybe not as kind, certainly not as innocent, but most definitely not dangerous.
and then he grumbles, tilting his head up as he releases his bottom lip, and his hand reaches up to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger, and he pulls at it, causes your head to lift also.
you’re so shocked, because Luke, to you, has always been a shy, nerdy kind of boy, one who stammers over his words, who blushes when you’re near, who gets excited when you ask him round to study. but right then, you realise he’s more than that. He’s darker, a sinful edge to him that has you pretty much trembling at the knees, and you nearly faint with his next words, so deep and gravelly and thrilling, a voice so low that it sends tremors through you.
“I’ve been waiting for a very long time to have you in my grasp, little girl, and now that I have, I’m gonna have a hard time letting go.”
youre unable to reply, who can blame you? and luke would smirk tauntingly, before his hand would trace the edges (?) of your collarbone, and then trail down the rest of your body, skimming over the material of your flows dress until he reaches the bottom of it, and when he does, your chest is already heaving, and your panting like a parched dog in the summer heat.
he looks at you, waiting for confirmation, and although you’ve never done anything like this, you know luke is the right person to start you off, so you gulp, and nods, and he suddenly has you pushed harshly against the wall, his hand shooting up and tugging your panties down in one, swift motion, and you barely have time to gasp before his finger circles your clit. Once, twice, and then it slides down your slit and pushed into your heat.
his head gets thrown back and he growls, a completely animalistic noise that has you bordering on a whimper, and when he looks back at you, everything has increased in intensity tenfold.
he’d pump into you, slowly, mouth falling open as whines leave yours. he’d mock the sounds you make, revel in the way you’re already falling apart, and when you clench around his finger, he’d fucking snap.
“not such an innocent little angel anymore, huh? letting me fuck my fingers into that tight little virgin cunt of yours. bet you thought I was nothing but a shy little virgin, huh? tell me, princess, do you still think that?”
youd shake your head frantically, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, and then you’d whimper when he pushes into you harshly, “use your fucking words.”
your eyes would shoot wide open, practically bulging out of their sockets, and a choked sob would wreck through you, and Luke would only chuckle at it, shaking his head disbelievingly.
“fucking hell, who knew campus’s little angel would turn out to be such a slut for her daddy’s fingers?”
P L E A S E deceive me daddy
