oh nothing just thinking about how hot luke nukem is and no one talks about it… nsfw warning!
he kind of talks a big game but i feel like he wouldn’t be all that experienced at sex, but he’s a quick learner! he was definitely nervous to do anything with you at first because he was scared he’d fuck something up
like he’s trying so hard to be careful whenever he touches you, hands slowly caressing your shoulders, down your body to your thighs before just barely running his fingers along your slit. you whine at the touch and his eyes widen like he’s just discovered the meaning of life (lol). he dips his fingers further into you and now you’re pushing your body against his, moaning and begging sweetly, “luke, please.”
and he curses under his breath before whispering, “you’re doin so good for me, ranger… so good.”
and as soon as you two get more comfortable with each other in that sense, he is fucking you like crazy!!! he can throw you into any position so easily and i can imagine him fucking you in a headlock…lovingly, of course! i think he grunts and groans a lot but definitely gets sensitive when you overstimulate him, all whiny and whimpering. please overstimulate him, he loves it.
and even though he’s not actually a soldier, you treat him like one. respond with ‘yes sir’ whenever he tells you what to do.
“say it again,” he grits out through his teeth, one hand fisted in your hair while his hips slam into you, “say it like you mean it.”
“y-yes sir,” you breathe out, voice trembling, cunt tightening around him like your body can’t help but respond to the command. he wasn’t expecting to like any of this as much as he does.
the first time you rode him, he practically malfunctioned (haha, get it because he’s a microwave?). his head tilted back, jaw slack, hands glued to your hips like if he let go, he’d die.
and he definitely likes to bend you over the kitchen counter, whispering filth in your ear with a palm pressed flat between your shoulder blades to keep you down.
“fuck—look at you. takin’ it so good. you were made for this, weren’t you? my perfect little ranger.”
you whine and nod desperately, legs trembling.
but he’s not done, not even close.
because when you come, clenching tight around him, crying his name and digging your nails into the tile, luke just groans deep in his throat and keeps going.
you’re too sensitive—overstimulated and squirming—but he doesn’t stop until he’s unraveling too.
and even then, he doesn’t stop. he fucks you through it.
lets himself get dragged into overstimulation—biting his lip, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, body shuddering with every little aftershock as he pushes deeper and deeper like he can’t get enough.
“luke! s-sir—too much—” you gasp, writhing beneath him.
but all he does is moan, high-pitched and broken.
“i know, i know, i’m sorry—just one more, ranger. give me one more.”
i hope this reaches the 3 individual luke fans out there
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