luke and reader sleepily making out while luke begins to finger them ?? afab reader!
As wintertime approaches, most of the campers have long since gone home. Your cabin was blissfully quiet as you crawl into bed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. You honestly didn’t mind being mostly alone; you had a few siblings who would stay past August. However, with it being late in the year, sneaking out was way easier than summertime. Which leads to your current situation.
A weight settles in next to you, bed dipping as the person tugs at your covers to let them under. You shove at the figure, half asleep and not in the mood for your siblings to play any jokes. A small laugh plays in your ear as your cheek gets kissed.
“C'mon…lemme in,” Luke murmurs as he tugs gently again. You grumble but relent and allow your boyfriend to snuggle up to you. He presses another kiss to the nape of your neck as he settles in.
“Didn't get to see you much today, sleeping beauty," he continues. You're entirely much too tired to do anything more than mumble, but Luke doesn't seem to mind. His arms wrap around your middle as he presses against you and oh.
Luke was hard. He doesn't try to grind against you or do much more than snuggle, but it's certainly caught your attention. You feel yourself wake up a bit more to peek over your shoulder at him. His cheek is squished against your shoulder blade, his annoyingly long lashes brushing against his cheeks as he tries to get some sleep.
"Luke," you whisper and watch as his eyes flutter open. He smiles sleepily at you and before he can ask what's wrong, you're twisting to press a kiss to his perfectly parted lips. His words die into a soft moan as he kisses you back. You languidly lick into his mouth like you have many times before but it never gets any less exciting.
Luke seems content like this, his hands coming to cup your face gently with no intention of slipping down. While you can appreciate how sweet your boyfriend is, the pooling wetness in your panties does not. Taking his hand, you guide him lower, just above your pantyline. Luke's lips curve into a smirk just as his fingers slip past the waist band.
Luke's fingers had always been a sort of fixation for you. Well, Luke himself was your fixation but his fingers had haunted your thoughts almost daily even before you got together. It was almost maddening seeing his fingers tap on his knees when he was bored or when he had bandaged them after an intense training session. How many times had you imagined them curled inside you or pressed against your tongue? Probably endless. And now here you were with him knuckle deep inside as he slowly pumps them in and out.
You grasp tightly at his biceps, trying desperately to keep kissing him but failing miserably as you moan his name. Luke shushes you with a grin, slowing down when you get too loud. When you whimpered a stuttered "please Luke" he speeds up again.
"Gotta be quiet for me, baby, can you do that?" He pants against your ear, and you nod so quick you're almost dizzy. Luke curls his fingers just so and curses as you clench around him. He breaks the kiss to hazily stare down to where his fingers disappear inside you before locking eyes with you again.
"Feel good? Think you can cum like this?"
You nod, letting your head tilt back against the bed as your hips stutter. Luke leans in to kiss at your neck, mouthing at your jumping pulse. Somehow through the fog in your brain you manage to reach down to palm at him through his pants, which causes his rhythm to falter. He shoves his face deeper into your neck to not moan and wake up your siblings making you whine.
Luke shuts you up with a kiss as he bucks into your palm, fingering you with growing urgency. You feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, pulling away to warn him. Luke's having none of it as he surges forward to kiss you again, swallowing your cries of pleasure. All too soon, you tumble over the edge with a muffled cry of his name, soaking his hand. Luke works you through it, only slowing as you start to lift your hips away.
Your hand continues to palm at him sloppily, but Luke can't seem to get enough. His fingers pull free from you to suck on as he grinds harder. When his breath hitches you know he's close and redouble your efforts. Luke clasps his hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back as he cums. It's a beautiful sight, one you hope to photograph one day.
Sleep begins to creep back into your body as the adrenaline works its way out of your system, your eyes starting to slide shut. Luke seems to feel the same way; he gives you a tired grin. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you against him once more. Sleep captures the two of you quickly after that, much too tired to talk any further.
Leading Kronos’s army was a full-time job, leaving Luke almost zero time for you, let alone himself. He constantly found himself snapping at people left and right with all his pent-up energy, and it was only a matter of time before you got sick of it. So when he raises his voice at you and tells you to leave him alone, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You knew he would be in his room that night going over plans and muttering to himself, so that’s when you would strike.
Knocking twice on his door, you wrap your sleep robe a bit tighter around yourself. Who knew what would happen if someone caught you out here. When he doesn’t answer right away you get antsy and knock harder. Luke lets out a muffled swear before opening the door harshly.
“What the fuck do you want?“ His sneer softens slightly when he sees it’s just you before dragging a hand down his face. “What? I’m busy-“
Before he can finish, you push past him into his room. It’s a total mess, papers and clothes strewn about. Probably done during some ranting session to Kronos. Luke chokes on his words in surprise that you disregarded him so causally before whirling around to grab at you. You quickly side step and sit on his unmade bed. Patting the mattress, you beckon him closer.
“Cmere Luke,” You say, crooking your finger to call him over. He blinks at you for a moment before pulling a face of indignation.
“You can’t just barge in here! I’m working-“ He sputters, brows furrowed as his voice raises. You swiftly cut him off.
“I said come. here.”
Luke’s lips press into a firm line, he doesn’t know why he obeys, but comes to sit down next to you. His eyes travel over your bare legs, seemingly finally taking in your outfit. His shoulders are stiff with stress, eyebags stark against his tanned skin. Even his scar is more prominent than usual. Your hand comes to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing at the warm skin.
“You’ve been really stressed recently,” You coo. Luke’s eyes flutter for a second at the soothing feeling. “Let me take care of you honey.”
Luke sags into your touch for a briefest moment before his brows furrow. His brown eyes open once more and he starts to pull away with a heavy sigh.
“Can’t.” He says gruffly, gesturing to the piles of parchment on his desk. “I have a lot of work to do.”
You sigh, knowing this was a possibility. Luke rejecting your advances to play strategist for a bit longer. But enough was enough. You were sick of how he was treating everyone and you were going to stop it in its tracks tonight. Your hand tugs his face to look at you again.
“Let me take care of you Luke.” You try again only for him to shake his head once more.
“I said I’m busy. What apart of that do you not understand?” He spits but is abruptly interrupted by your hand cracking against his cheek. The sound reverberating around the room as his brain lags trying to process what just happened.
“See I was trying to be nice to you Luke. Wanted to make you feel so good and relaxed. All you had to do was listen.” You rant, standing over him now. Luke looks up at you in shock, hand lightly touching his now red cheek.
“Go sit at your fucking desk.”
Luke blinks owlishly again at your command, unmoving. You point to his chair again with more force and he finally stands. Trudging over to his desk, he looks over just as you start to untie your robe. Things were supposed to go so well tonight. You had planned this out completely only for him to be a brat. Luke’s eyes go wide as he drinks in the sight of your lingerie. He moves to stand but that just won’t do.
“Sit down,” You say sternly, standing behind him. “Gave you so many chances. You wanna work so badly? Go on.”
Luke tries to argue but you move his head to focus on his plans. Your grip is firm and unrelenting, strength slightly marveling him. Was he so exhausted he couldn’t even move his head away from you? Luke tries to focus again on the plans, mentally cursing himself for denying himself this pleasure when your hands start to trail down.
“What are you..?” He gasps out as his hand trembles on the paper. You click your tongue as you unbuckle his pants.
“Being way too nice to you.” You hiss as you start to shove down his underwear next. Luke’s head lolls back for a second as you start to pull him out, but a hand comes up to grab his jaw and force him to keep working.
“No you wanted to focus on work. You’re gonna work.”
Luke groans, trying to focus on the strategies in front of him but your hands are so damn distracting. His hands grip the parchment so hard it threatens to tear under his hold. His cock hardens embarrassingly fast, already so heavy and leaking in your palms. You chin tucks itself on his shoulder as you peer down.
“So pent up,” You whisper. “If only you let me help you the way I wanted.”
Luke screws his eyes shut as he listens, hips starting to buck into your fist. Deep groans rip from his throat as precum spills all over your fingers. His tip was like a faucet at this rate and he almost whimpers as your thumb circles the slit.
“I can do it nooooow” He moans, breath coming out in harsh pants as he reaches his peak. You tut in his ear before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Stand up.” You order and he hastily obeys. Scrambling out of the chair he tries to face you before you force him to keep facing the desk. He tries to ask what’s going on before you reach around to jerk him off from behind.
“Oh fuck…fuck…fuck wait I’m gonna cum” Luke moans, voice climbing a few octaves as he watches your hand fly over his cock. He’s starting to leak onto his desk and panic sears in his chest at the thought of messing up his plans.
“Wait! Fuck go-gonna cum! Can’t!” Luke cries out but doesn’t stop his hips as he fucks your fist. You just chuckle against his back as you squeeze tighter.
“Go on Luke, cum on those plans you love so much,” You coo. Luke lets out an embarrassing whimper as he listens and cums all over the battle strategies he’s been losing sleep over. Catching his breath, he can only watch in a daze as the parchment soaks through. You press a kiss to his shoulder as he calms down.
Luke Castellan being a human pillow like your a Hypnos kid and always gets sleepy so you use him as pillow or bite him while you cling onto him like cute aggression bites
Luke was the perfect human pillow. Not too warm, not too firm, his heartbeat always lulling you to sleep. So when you want to nap and he’s not around, it definitely rubs you the wrong way. How dare your boyfriend not constantly be at your beck and call? You’re only half-joking with that thought. So, you haul yourself up from your cozy bed and wander around camp for him.
To your dismay, Luke isn’t in his normal spots. It’s getting a bit frustrating now since you really want to take a nap. You ask around and no one’s seen him for ages. You huff in annoyance and curse the fact phones aren’t allowed at camp. Of course you could always sleep without him but you always just slept so much better with his arms around you.
“Heard you were looking for me” A deep voice says in your ear, causing you to jump. Whirling around you come face to face with your sweaty boyfriend who’s sporting a shit eating grin.
“Where were you?” You huff, shoving at his shoulder. Luke just laughs and pulls you into a hug, shoving you face first into his sweat soaked shirt. You struggle for a few minutes while he keeps you there as he snickers.
“Was training some kids for capture the flag. What did you need?” Luke explains, letting you pull away slightly so he can look at you. You huff and purse your lips at him.
“Wanted to nap with you”
Luke smirks and shakes his head but presses a kiss to your hairline. After another minute he lets you step back so you can breathe again.
“You’ve been looking for me for hours so you could nap?” He teases, but it’s more lighthearted than actually exasperated. Shrugging, you wrinkle your nose at his sweatiness. His lips twitch into another smirk before he sniffs himself, smirk morphing into a grimace.
“How about I shower and we can rest a bit together?” He offers and you nod. Trudging back to your cabin, you wonder if Luke will be able to stay extra late tonight. Most of your siblings were away in the mortal world living their own lives, but a few stayed behind like you.
It definitely takes Luke longer than usual to climb into your bed; you’re already halfway asleep. You stir as his arms wrap around you, snuggling into his chest. He smells nice, like the blackberry soap he smuggled in last month. Cracking open an eyelid, your gaze lands on his bicep and the vein that juts out, practically calling your name. Just a nibble couldn’t hurt right? With that, you chomp on his bicep and hear him suck in a breath.
“What are you doing?” Luke grumbles, but doesn’t move. Instead flexing for you so you had more to bite. You hum around his flesh, chewing just a tad. Upon release, you soothe the bite mark with your tongue to feel him shiver. Luke tugs at your hair to get you to kiss him, your mouths moving nice and slow against each other.
“Bedtime.” He murmurs into your mouth before pulling away. You hum again, tucking your face into his neck and quickly dozing once more.
Luke was a possessive man. You knew this better than anyone, so his current state didn’t surprise you in the slightest. Yet you don’t think it’ll ever stop being as hot as it is. Luke has you pinned to your bed, lips trailing over your hips and thighs. Whimpering, you tug at his hair to hear him groan.
“Shhhh baby, just a few more. You can take it right?” Luke murmurs against your flesh, nipping gently at your hipbone. Your hips buck as you gasp, nodding desperately. You should have known this is how you would end up, especially after seeing how dark his gaze was earlier.
You didn’t even mean to tease him! It’s summertime, who wouldn’t go to the lake to cool off? Luke had been all for it, but the second he saw your swimsuit, all bets were off. You had had to smack his hands away more than once, both from your ass and also from dipping into your bottoms. He had grumbled, whispering in your ear he’ll be sure to take care of you later. Only serving to make you shiver.
Now here you were, legs spread for your boyfriend as he leaves hickies all over your body, primarily focusing on your hips and thighs. Luke wanted to make sure people knew who owned you. Who made you feel this good. As he sucks another mark on your inner thigh, he finally, finally sinks a finger inside you. A gasp rips from your throat as you clench around him, making him moan.
“Thats it baby, so good for me. Be nice and loud for me okay?” He smiles, pupils blown as he glanced up at you. “Let them know who you belong to” Before starting to move his finger. Your mind blanks, surrendering to the pleasure that he would surely torture you with for the next few hours.
Luke literally not letting go of you after you try to escape his hold (fluff)
You squirm in his grasp, Luke’s face burrowed in your stomach as you try to make your escape. Exasperated, you tug at his dark curls, voice taking on a scolding tone.
“Luke, we have to go. Dinner starts soon.” You try to be firm, but it’s almost impossible to deny your boyfriend. He grumbles, arms tightening around your waist even more as you try to deny him.
“Cmon…we haven’t had any time to ourselves recently” Luke coaxed, voice muffled against your shirt. “Who cares if we miss dinner?”
“I do.” You answer, trying to pry his strong arms from around you. Luke doesn’t seem to take kindly to this, tugging you even closer if possible. “I’m not missing dinner for you Luke, I’m hungry enough as it is.”
“I’ll get you something later” he promises, finally looking up at you. His brown eyes shine with a neediness you haven’t seen in a minute, breaking your heart. “Just lay down with me. Just for a bit. Okay?”
Sighing, you mentally promise to make sure he actually does get you some food later. Maybe a sweet treat too. Finally, you give in, and sag into his embrace. Luke smiles triumphantly, falling back onto your bunk. His strong arms remain wrapped around your midsection as his face tucks into your neck. Your hands find purchase in his curls as the two of you enjoy each others company for a bit longer.
when he goes in to kiss you and you block it by angling your cheek because it’s inappropriate and he places his lips right onto your neck instead oughhhhhhh
Even before dating Luke, you had noticed how nice his back was. Shoulders big and broad with great arms to match, his waist tapering off nicely. You often found yourself staring at it either in bed (after leaving your claw marks) or as he was training. You had told him once he was your greatest distraction to which he seemingly found hilarious. He always puffed his chest a bit more while his smirk widened when he would catch you staring. Today though, you were staring for a different reason.
He walked stiffly, not fully able to turn around to greet you. Luke’s shoulders were tense, his entire body language was screaming exhausted. When your hand had touched his back at breakfast, you found yourself feeling how hard his muscles felt. Luke hissed as you pressed down, confirming your suspicions. Luke needed a massage. Luckily for him, he had an amazing girlfriend who was more than willing to help. He didn’t need much convincing at all and you found yourself straddling his back while he laid shirtless on your bed not too long after.
“How did you even get like this?” You asked as you pop open the cap to your lotion. He grumbles, turning his head to the side to peek over his shoulder.
“Slept weird I think. Could barely roll out of bed.” He tries to shrug but hisses in pain. You hum in acknowledgement.
“Let me know if it’s too cold” You murmur as you pump the lotion onto his back. He squirms a little but voices no complaints as the scent he always complimented filled his nose. Soon enough your hands start working the cream into his skin, feeling around for knots. You didn't have to search much; every inch of his back seemed rigid. As you started loosening the knots, Luke groaned into the pillow, his fingers gripping it tightly.
“Fuck it hurts.” He whines, shoving his face into the pillow so he wouldn’t be too loud. You huff a laugh as you use the heel of your palm along his shoulder.
“Just relax. You want me to stop?” You tease which causes him to shake his head quickly.
“No! No please keep going baby.” He pleads, groaning louder as you loosen him up. Luke tries and fails to keep quiet, the pillow not quite muffling him as well as he hoped. And then, his groans began to change, a deeper sound that sent a shiver through you. You shush him as your hands work at the back of his neck next, thumbs pressing into his spine. His breathing is heavy, back lifting you with every deep breath.
Luke’s noises only grew more desperate as he begged you to keep going. It’s not like you wanted to stop either, his noises causing you to slowly grow wet. Unable to resist, you pressed harder, a hunger to hear more coiling in your gut. Luke's moan was an instant reward for your rough treatment. Leaning forward so you can really put pressure into it, you dig into a particularly stubborn knot.
Luke’s hands grasp at the bed sheets so tight you briefly wonder if they’ll tear under his strength. His whines increase an octave with each grind of your knuckles into his back. You’re on the verge of easing the pressure when you notice a subtle shift of his hips rocking into the bed. A smirk tugs at your lips as you keep massaging, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“Feeling better?” You whisper in his ear, causing him to shiver. Shakily, he nods, unable to do anything but moan. Pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, your hands start to drift lower and lower to his waist band. Luke’s hips stutter, knowing he’s been caught.
“Flip over for me honey.” You coo and he instantly obeys. You find yourself now straddling his lap as he stares up at you, hands gripping your hips so tight you think you’ll have bruises. Luke opens his mouth to say something but his head falls back against the pillows as you start to move against him.
“Th-thank you baby fuck….” Luke whimpers, seemingly dazed from all the sensations. He attempts to grind up into you while simultaneously trying to shove his pants down much to your amusement. You raise your hips to help him, also working at your bottoms.
“You’re supposed to be relaxing.” You tease again, but he doesn’t seem to be listening. His brown eyes locked onto your dripping cunt, mouth falling open as his dick twitches.
“This is relaxing for me.” He tries to argue, voice sounding far away as he lines himself up. You keep hovering just out of reach to make him look at you. Neediness practically radiates off of him as you cup his cheek, thumb lightly rubbing at his scar.
“Let me take care of you.” You murmur softly, to which he nods rapidly and relaxes into the pillow. Luke’s strong hands still grasp at your hips, but he seems content to let you take over. With a moan, you start to lower yourself onto his thick cock. Luke’s head is thrown back as he let out a loud groan, hips twitching as he tries not to fuck up into you.
Finally after what seems like forever, he bottoms out. Your thighs tremble as you take a deep breath and try not to fall on top of your boyfriend. Luke’s hands rub at your hips as you both gather your bearings.
After a moment, you raise your hips up and slam down again, eliciting a string of curses from Luke’s lips. His hands guide you as you ride him slowly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to muffle his sounds. Your hand comes up to tug it free, wanting to hear him. Luke obeys and moans louder for you. His eyes alternate from squeezing shut to staring at how well you take him. You start to move faster, prompting Luke to fuck deeper into you.
Fuck it felt so good, his tip nudging deeper with each thrust. Luke’s dark curls are plastered to his forehead already, chest heaving as he pants. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he chased the both of your highs. One of his hands reaches up to palm your tit, fingers pinching your hardened nipples. The other sliding to your clit, pressing down with his thumb.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum” He warns, rubbing tight circles. You nod frantically, your whole body quivering as you get close. Your thighs burn with exertion but the need to cum overwhelms any thoughts left in your brain. The wave keeps building and building until finally you collapse onto Luke with a cry of his name as you cum.
He doesn’t seem to register what just happened, still chasing his high. His hands fall to your hips as he keeps abusing your pussy, tunnel visioned on his pleasure. Luke’s groans echo through the cabin as he finally falls over the edge, pumping you full of his cum. You both are still shaking as you come down, panting into each other's neck.
“Feel better?” You ask breathlessly as his hands rub your back soothingly. You can feel the rumble of his laugh against his chest as he nods.
“Definitely. Remind me to repay the favor.” Luke mumbles as he kisses your forehead.
You had to be just the kindest person in all of camp Luke thought. If he was the big brother to these campers, you had to be the big sister. You were always looking out for others, growing people’s favorite flowers for their birthdays, and even grew medicinal plants to help with the Apollo kids.
Not only were you the kindest, but Luke had to admit you were quite beautiful. He wasn’t one to get hung up on looks, but his eyes were always drawn to your pretty face when you were near. And it wasn’t just his eyes drawn to you.
Luke muffles a moan as he fucks into his fist. Fuck. His mind replays your sweet face over and over, how you had complimented his swordsmanship and rubbed some dirt off his face. He knew his swordsmanship was the best. The best in three hundred years in fact. But the way you had said it, how genuine you had sounded…gods. He had twitched in his pants at your touch.
To say Luke wanted to fuck you was an understatement. He was obsessed with you. Something about how kind and genuine you were made him leak in his pants. The way you always had a gentle air about you and sparkle in your eyes when you helped out a younger camper. Not to mention how when he walked into a room, you always seemed to already be smiling so softly at him. Fuck.
Luke speeds up his hand, trying to cum quickly so he could get back to his duties as camp counselor. Usually he would never do this but the way you had riled him up was simply unfair. Luke moans your name softly as he thrusts harder into his fist, feeling the wave finally crash over him. He physically has to bite his lip so hard it bleeds so he doesn’t alert anyone.
Even after he cums he can’t pry his hand away from his dick, stroking until he’s hissing from oversensitivity. His hand is covered in cum and Luke can’t help but fantasize about you licking it up. He shakes the cum (regretfully not into your mouth) onto the ground before tucking himself back in his jeans. He’ll have to drop by your cabin at some point tonight.
(Had to drop this for pride month. Fem!Luke I need your strap)
Luke Castellan was the greatest swordsman in the last 300 years, anyone could tell you that. So when you needed extra training, you knew exactly who to go to. A smirk played on her lips as you begged her to teach you but nonetheless she agreed. You gave an extra portion of your food at dinner as a thank you to your godly parent for the opportunity. It was just a few lessons here and there when she felt like it but you couldn’t be happier.
Training with Luke was tiring, exhausting even. She was relentless and somehow no matter how hard you tried, she always ended up disarming you. It was humiliating how often you found yourself flat on your back with her sword pointed at your throat, her smirk widening with each defeat. But you couldn’t deny how gorgeous she was with her dark curls frizzy from sweat and her toned arms flexed as she swung.
“Can we take a break?” You groan out as you wearily prop yourself up on your forearms, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Her head tilted, and she laughed, lowering her sword.
“You take too many breaks.” Luke teases as she holds out her hand for you to grab. You eagerly take it, her warm palm sending electric shocks throughout your entire body. If you weren’t hunched over wheezing, maybe you could have taken the bait. Luke seemed to take pity, reaching out to rub your back comfortingly, which only made your heart rate jump even more. After a few moments, you’re able to stand up fully to face her again.
“If I wasn’t knocked on my ass every three seconds maybe I wouldn’t have to.” You drawled, prompting another laugh. Luke steps closer, which causes you to instinctively step back, only for her to catch you by the waist.
“It’s because you don’t brace yourself.” She explains lowly in your ear as she moves behind you to adjust. Your breath hitches as her hands press against your body and move you exactly how she wants. You’re pliant and moldable, Luke letting out a soft “good girl” as she fixes your stance. Holy shit. Your knees tremble from the praise but somehow don’t buckle as she steps away.
“If you’re not braced for an attack, you’ll be knocked down clean and easy. Stay like that.” Luke instructs before suddenly swinging. You brace yourself at the last possible second but somehow aren’t flat on your back like last time. She grins at you before lowering her sword. “See?”
You nod shakily as you straighten up and lower your own sword. She made it seem so effortless the way she could attack from any angle and still emerge victorious. Your mind briefly wanders to if she’s this in charge in bed. You shake the thought from your head quickly, feeling a warm flush creep up your neck.
“Yeah…thank you.” You stutter, unable to meet her gaze. Luke sheaths her sword before stepping away to grab her things. You already miss her body heat but start to pack up as well. It’s almost sunset now, the orange hues scattering through the trees. The air is still warm from the summer sun but you can’t help the shiver that washes over you.
“Cold?” Luke murmurs in your ear, causing you to jump. You can barely nod yes before she’s pulling you in by your belt loops. Your faces are so close together that your breaths intermingle, her brown eyes shining with flecks of gold, crinkling at the edges as she smirks. Your heart thumps wildly as she leans in. The kiss is firm yet not overbearing, her soft lips working against yours patiently. You didn’t think twice about kissing her back with a hunger that surprised even you. Who could pass up Luke Castellan?
She backs you up slowly against a tree, her tongue already pressing into your mouth. You moan almost embarrassingly loud as her hands trail over your body and her mouth kisses at your neck. But she doesn’t seem to mind, seemingly hellbent on hearing more. Your head spins in how little time it takes her to undress you but you’re unable to do much more than moan her name as she kneels before you.
“Gotta reward my favorite student,” She purrs between kisses, placing your legs over her shoulders. With the first lick you’re already bowing over, tugging her hair as you whine but she pays you no mind. Luke grips your thighs until you’re sure you’ll bruise as she begins to eat you out like she’s starving. Her nose presses perfectly against your clit and you can’t stop yourself from grinding down.
Luke’s fingers press inside, curling just right as her tongue traces over your clit. Your thighs threaten to crush her head from how tight you’re squeezing which only makes her redouble her efforts. You feel your pleasure peaking embarrassingly fast under her ministrations, reduced to only being able to babble her name. Luke stares up at you with hunger, causing you to throb and grind harder. You can’t seem to stop yourself from shoving her face deeper as you came, flooding her senses. Luke keeps tracing over your clit as you come down from your high, causing you to twitch and weakly push at her head. As she finally relents, she pulls back to grin up at you.
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