𝒯ruth 𝑜𝓇 𝒟are 𝑜𝓇 𝒟rink?
College!Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader
currently playing: 𝐹eel 𝒢ood by Clara La San
summary: In which you reject seven minutes in heaven with Luke Castellan in Truth or Dare (or Drink), so he brings heaven down to you instead.
tags / content warnings: MINORS DNI, SMUT, 18+. smut, human au, college au, rough sex, slight oral fixation, cunnilingus (Luke eats you out three times), panty stealing, eating through panties, face riding, multiple orgasms, no protection, creampie, breeding if you squint, hickeys / marks, dom!Luke, some of the characters’ ages are changed to fit more into college, no use of y/n, not proofread
words: 7.9k
author's note: my longest one yet omg what the heck. i keep writing luke in college parties i'm so sorry. i also realized that i kept writing luke as a sub so here is dom luke! not proofread bc i have a midterm to study for lol
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College is fun, well at least how it’s depicted in the movies. The usual college life offers you are deadlines, final exams, and a bunch of group projects you’re too jaded to care about. So the moment your friends invited you to go to a party with them, you took the chance immediately. You’ve been craving excitement in your life, what better way than a party full of strangers? Which now brings you here, at your common college party, surrounded by freshmen and seniors alike, cups either filled to the brim or empty of alcohol, and people, likely strangers to each other, making out in unsuspecting hallways. This is the life.
Your friends are anywhere but beside you, which undoubtedly makes you feel alone but you’re also grateful you don’t have to see them smooch off with some random boys. It also made perfect sense to you that Silena and Clarisse would run off somewhere. They were freshmen after all, your juniors back in high school who somehow made their way back to you. This was their first ever taste of the fun side of college life, and it was technically your first party in a while too, but three years into university and everything adventurous to first years are now part of the nuances and mundanities of your daily life.
You were standing alone in one of the better-lit areas of the party house: the bar that held the punch bowl and the beer kegs. You were biting on the rim of your plastic cup which has long been void of liquor, trying to either think of what to do or distract yourself from thinking at all. That was until your other friend, Thalia Grace, nudged you on the shoulder. She had this puzzled look on her face with a very slight hint of disappointment. “Why aren’t you going out there? Go, have some fun, doofus.” You rolled your eyes jokingly. “I’d honestly rather not.” you replied.
One thing about Thalia was that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She tugged at your left arm in an attempt to drag you away from the bar. “Come on, they’re playing Truth or Dare near the staircase. You could manage that much fun at least?” You looked at her and sighed in defeat. You knew you weren’t going to win this anyway. You set your cup down on the counter and let Thalia lead you to the most cliché party game of all.
There were about twelve different people in that circle, some familiar faces and some you don’t recognize. What you did notice though was that the circle was devoid of all the couples you knew. Clarisse and Chris weren’t there, neither were Silena and her boyfriend, Charles Beckendorf. You looked around and found the four of them situated on the couch, simply waiting for the game to start. The fact that taken people weren’t in this circle set your stomach off.
One of the guys in the circle then started speaking. “So, we’re playing Truth or Dare or Drink,” you look a bit stunned. It was the first time you were hearing this variation of the infamous party game. “The rules are simple. It’s just your regular truth or dare game as per usual, but it gives you the option to refuse a truth or a dare, but in exchange you have to drink the strongest, and honestly a pretty disgusting, mixture made by yours truly.”
You’re both weirded out and piqued by this retrogressed version of truth or dare. Where is the fun in having the option to avoid the truth or the dare? But then again, how bad are the truths and the dares for you to opt for that disgusting concoction? Now you’re nervous. An empty bottle of beer is placed in the middle of the circle, and the guy who introduced the game spins the bottle. A few rounds of this happens.
It first landed on a guy you know as Michael Yew, also a freshman. You recognize him from the freshmen welcoming party for your college, but you don’t know much about him. He chose truth, but that’s about as far as you listened. You don’t know why, but you keep unintentionally tuning out the entire game, which you find odd because the entire reason why you even went to the party anyway was to have some fun. This was supposed to be the fun. The next few spins just had you aimlessly staring at who it points to and watching them either say their truth or do their dare. No one came close to choosing the mixture.
The bottle spins again, and like the prior spins your eyes follow who it’s pointed to. You look up to see a guy with a familiar face and unmistakable dark curly hair and piercing eyes. In college, you had your friends, likely a small friend group. For you, you had Thalia and your group of third year friends, and you had your underclassmen. But the thing about college is that your social circle really doesn’t stop there, unlike in high school where it really is more stratified. Thalia introduces you to a lot of other people, some were her friends from org, while some were her friends from high school. The guy your eyes locked to was one of them. His name was Luke Castellan.
In all honesty, you barely knew the guy. Whenever he and Thalia meet in the hallways, with you tagging along of course, he’d simply nod at you and divert his attention back to your mutual friend. There was a point in time that you thought they looked cute together and you asked Thalia why they weren’t together. “He’s just a friend!” she’d reply, which you found weird because this man was the word attractive incarnate. He was tall, dark, and handsome alright, with a similarly attractive smile plastered on his face at almost all times.
“Truth.” Luke responded to the bottle’s unspoken question. For the first time since the game started, you actually paid attention to the question. People in the crowd were thinking of questions to ask Luke while you stayed quiet, patiently waiting for the next voice to make itself known. Then, some random guy asks, “Out of all of the girls in this circle, who’d you sleep with?” Half of the circle and the surrounding audience erupted in little giggles like they were children hearing the word “ass” for the first time. Did Luke have some kind of reputation? It was a very juvenile response to an equally juvenile question, you thought.
He just smiles shyly and looks around the circle, looking at every girl in the face with absolute scrutiny. Then his eyes locked in on Thalia, who was right beside you. You were sure he was gonna answer her, you’ve always felt the energy somehow. You anticipated your answer to be correct like you were playing Who Wants To Be a Millionaire instead of truth or dare or drink. You looked at Luke intensely, something you didn’t notice you were doing but he did.
As he was about to answer, he looked away from Thalia at the last minute and his eyes maneuvered towards your direction. “Her.” he says while pointing at you, not even bothering to name you. It took you a while to process what he had just done, but the moment you realize what he just admitted to a circle full of almost all strangers, you feel heat creep up your cheeks. Luke Castellan, a man you’ve barely interacted with, who is also your best friend’s best friend, just admitted that out of a circle full of other girls you deem more attractive than you, he would choose to fuck you.
Thalia immediately nudges you on the shoulder with her own, giggling and teasing you. You looked over at her and you could see that her teasing was as genuine as the morning sun. Did Luke tell her about liking you? Or at the very least that he found you attractive? You couldn’t deduce anything except that you were thankful Luke chose a truth instead of a dare. The rest of the circle hollers and teases, tossing words like “Nice one, Castellan” and continuous woos around. You then look at Luke who’s shooting you a smirk, and you feel yourself get even more embarrassed.
The hype in the circle soon dies down as the bottle is then spun again. The next three rounds of spinning weren’t enough to distract you from what just happened, but the next spin does. The end of the bottle conspicuously lands on you, and everyone darts their eyes towards you. Like you were the star of the show that they were waiting to interview. It was Luke’s voice that broke the tension away from you. “Truth or dare, sweetheart?” That voice. That godforsaken sultry voice laced with underlying sweetness and mockery had just asked you a question.
You refused to look Luke in the eyes and just answered, “Truth,” in a surprisingly calm voice. A small group in the crowd then makes sounds of disappointment. “We’ve gotten four truths consecutively. Come on, sweetheart, choose dare!” said a guy in the crowd, emphasizing sweetheart through the same tone Luke used to say it. Oh, so this was the peer pressure you didn’t experience in high school. Somehow, it eluded your adolescent years and made its way to your supposedly less dramatic college years. How nice.
You got the courage to look up at Thalia, hoping maybe she’d save you, but to no avail. She nodded her head to you, encouraging you to take the dare. You took a deep breath and replied in the most defeated tone known to man, “Fine, dare.” The group then goes up in noises and hollers again. From that alone, you could already hear their dare before any of them even spoke. “Seven minutes in heaven for you and Luke, sweetheart!” That nickname is definitely sticking for some reason.
You looked at Luke, shooting him the same stare you did Thalia, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’d decline. Instead of showing you something you’d call mercy, he got up from his place, took off his jacket which revealed to you his well-toned muscles (which is wow by the way), and he extended his hand towards you, gesturing for you to take it like he was offering you the deal of a lifetime.
You swallow the lump in your throat and blankly look at him. Okay, it’s not that you didn’t want to. Again, you’ve always found Luke attractive, but what was shocking you was that he allegedly reciprocated those thoughts. And truth be told, you weren’t that experienced with making out or sex for that matter. You weren’t a virgin, but from what you could gather from how Luke acts and how people regard him, he has way more experience than you’ll ever get in your lifetime maybe. You didn’t want him to see that side of you. Besides, he was Thalia’s best friend. After this party, you were bound to meet each other again and you just weren’t up for those hypothetical awkward situations.
Luke was still in front of you, waiting for you to take his hand. You could tell people were expecting you to take his hand too. The pressure bubbling in your head and the heat accumulating on your cheeks forced you to say your next few words without you thinking about them properly. “I’ll drink!” You weren’t looking around but you could practically feel the looks of disbelief burning through every inch of your body. Wow, you managed to disappoint an entire circle of people and the surrounding audience with two words, yay you!
Luke retracts his arm and makes his retreat back to his place on the floor. You still wouldn't look at him directly. “Well, someone finally chose the drink but it was during the spiciest dare? Come on!” a girl in the group says. A few moments later, you find yourself being handed the cup of the mysterious concoction. Yeah, you’d rather have whatever this was than for Luke Castellan to remember your lips on his. You hesitate a bit, but you eventually chug the drink.
Your chugging seemed to assuage the crowd from their initial disappointment with your decision because they started shouting “Chug! Chug! Chug!” until you reach the bottom of the solo cup. You felt like you were about to vomit out everything you just took in, but you forced yourself to take it like a champ. The drink tasted like a mixture of three different vodkas, beer, a citrus you definitely couldn’t identify, then something sweet at first but then spicy after for some reason. Whatever was in there, it achieved its goal: making you nauseous.
The crowd cheered you on, practically forgetting about the initial drama you caused, so you tried to stand (sit) tall, feigning that the drink didn’t affect you. You managed to succeed, but there was a pair of eyes that couldn’t seem to be pleased with you. You looked towards the direction of that stare and found yourself meeting eyes with Luke Castellan. He didn’t look angry nor sad, but he looked at you with such intensity. You could only offer him a small smile before diverting your attention back to the circle.
A few more rounds happen. People made out, a guy licked vodka from a girl’s chest, a girl was forced to balance a coin on her elbow. Whatever college students usually do at parties, it happened within that circle. You failed to look or acknowledge Luke for the rest of the game until it was eventually over. People started to get up, some went home while some went around the party house more. You were determined to make a beeline towards the door and get out of there, but Thalia stopped you.
“Wait, I have to go to the bathroom real quick. We can go home after I’m done, is that okay?” You wanted to send her an intense stare that would ideally signal “Hey I kinda wanna go though!” but you stop yourself and simply nod at her. She gives you a small smile and replies, “I’ll be quick. I promise.” And then she left your side to head for the bathroom. You examine your surroundings and decide to wait near the door. You were near but a bunch of college students still crowded the place so you still felt a distance between you and your so-called freedom.
You lean on the wall and scroll your phone as you kill time waiting for Thalia. You then feel a presence beside you, so you instinctively speak. “Hey, you ready to go—” you stop before you’re able to finish your sentence. Standing beside you wasn’t your best friend, but rather her’s. For the first time since after he extended his hand to you earlier, your eyes meet Luke Castellan’s. Your breath hitches as you clutch your phone and stare up at him. Yeah, definitely tall, dark, and handsome.
“Hi, sweetheart.” he says in the same sultry voice as earlier. You try not to let him affect you. “Hello, Luke.” He begins to play with the ends of your hair, rubbing them in between his fingers. You didn’t really mind, but it did make you a bit embarrassed. You haven’t been this close to Luke ever. The most you guys do is nod at each other in the hallways. Well, okay, maybe not. You catch yourself looking at him whenever he joins your group of friends with Thalia. He’s hot, okay?
He suddenly breaks the silence. “Did I do something wrong?” You stare up at him, not really processing his question. “Uhm, what?” He sighs heavily and crosses his arms. “Did I do something to you? I seem to recall you avoiding me like the plague earlier.” Oh, that. Of course, it was that. “That wasn’t anything personal, Luke.” You can tell by his face that he does believe you, but he’s not satisfied with your answer. He simply nods, and for some reason this irks you. Then you remember he kind of owes you an explanation for something too.
“Is it true?” you ask him, which catches him off guard. “What is?” he replies. “What you said earlier during truth or dare… W-would you actually…” He looks away as he smiles at the question you’re unable to finish. “What? Would I actually fuck you?” It was your turn to be caught off guard as his straightforward answer juxtaposes your hesitative question. Again, you try not to show that his answer fazed you. “Well?”
He scoffs and looks directly at you for a second before he leans towards your face. You were honestly fully expecting him to kiss you, which of course doesn’t happen. Instead he brings his lips near your ears and whispers, “It was a truth, wasn’t it? I don’t lie, sweetheart.” You feel your knees go weak at his breath hitting your ear. If you were blushing during the game, you couldn’t imagine what you looked like right now. But he wasn’t done.
“Do you want me to prove it to you? That I’m not lying?” You didn’t need a degree to figure out what that meant. For whatever reason, this conversation with him felt like a competition and he was winning. You didn’t like that. “Why me, Luke?” Your head doesn’t move to face him; he was still inched near your ear. Any movement from you and your lips would touch his skin, which you believe would only add fuel to the fire. He moves back away from your ear, but his eyes immediately find yours. “You’re hot, sweetheart. Nobody ever told you that?”
Maybe you just barely went around meeting people or your self-esteem was just below hell, but in the three years you’ve been in college, no guy has ever called you hot. Sure you were called cute and pretty, especially by your friends and some guys just trying to be nice, but this was the first time you’ve ever been regarded like that. The first time you’ve been, let’s say, deemed fuckable by a guy who wasn't someone you were dating.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t turned on just a little bit right now. His deep and alluring voice mixed with the way his breath hits your skin and the way he stares at you so intensely. Is this what lost sailors at sea feel when they encounter sirens? Consider yourself entranced by whatever spell Luke Castellan was casting on you. Your inability to reply causes Luke to assume that your answer was “no”, which it ultimately was. “Really? Not a single guy has ever told you you’re hot?” he asks as if you not being called attractive was the least believable thing ever.
“Stop trying to flatter me.” you replied to him. You were getting extremely flustered at this point, causing you to look down, once again unable to meet his eyes. You were fiddling with your fingers in order to distract yourself from what was happening before you. Suddenly, you feel his hand make contact with your chin as he forces you to look up at him. “I’m not flattering you, sweetheart. I told ya, I’m telling the truth.”
“We’ve barely talked up until this point, Luke. This is nonsense.” Luke is ultimately confused as to why you keep denying that he found you hot. Usually girls would bat their eyelashes at him or just take the compliment and own it. Not you though, which he found amusing. It gave him all the more reason to show you how much of a catch you were (at least to him). “That doesn’t seem to stop you from ogling at me.” And he bites back. “I… I do not.” He scoffs again, laughing a little at the end at your little remark.
“Oh please, sweetheart, you practically undress me with your eyes everytime I hang out with you and your friends.” You feel yourself becoming smaller and meeker as this conversation continues. So he notices you staring, huh? “Sorry…” His head turns to face you as if surprised by your response. “Oh, don’t say sorry, sweetheart. I find that hot, too.” As if that wasn’t enough, he leans back again to your ear and whispers, “Do you want to try actually undressing me, sweet girl?” You’re hot and bothered at this point. If you weren’t in the middle of a party house you were afraid as to what you’d let Luke Castellan do to you. You can feel your chest go up and down, your heart beating fast and loud.
“We’d still see each other after, Luke. I… I don’t think I could just forget it ever happened… if it does.” Those were your true fears, aside from the fact that the last time you had sex was likely a year ago. You don’t have sex with strangers, unfortunately, and your last boyfriend broke up with you well over a year ago. He leaves the side of your face to look at you and he grabs your hand and places a kiss on it. “We don’t have to forget about it, sweetheart.”
You’re hesitant but you know you want to. This is the action, the excitement you’ve been craving for. Maybe Luke was playing with you just to get into your pants. Maybe he was going to forget all about you after this. But at the moment you could care less. You were drunk with alcohol, especially after that horrendous mixture from earlier. You were sure as fuck that you were wet with what Luke Castellan had been whispering in your ear for the past few minutes. You haven't had sex in so long, too long actually. And again, this hot man you’ve been, in his terms, undressing with your eyes was right in front of you, willingly telling you he’d love to fuck you into the mattress. It truly was hard to say no.
“Can you promise me I won’t just be a quick fuck to you?” He looks into your eyes and smiles, kissing your hand again. “Promise.” You might regret that, but you don’t care. You needed the reassurance to push you forward, but you would’ve done it even if he said no, and that was your flaw. But you really don’t care anymore. Luke places a kiss on your forehead which he smiles into, which just augments the fluttering beating of your heart and encourages the small side of you that was still clinging onto his promise.
You really should have done your research on this party. Luke had led you upstairs with no hesitation, but you had the apprehension at the back of your head that you were about to fuck in some random person’s room. Luke saw the fear in your face and knew exactly what you were thinking, so he quickly said, “Relax, it’s my room.” Gods. So that’s why everyone knew who he was. Luke wasn’t just famous on campus or had a reputation. Luke was the host.
He opened the last door in the hallway and led you inside, quickly shutting it as you went in. Luke then faces you and you feel the tension in the air thicken. He starts walking towards you which you respond to by walking backwards until your foot hits the end of his bed, forcing you to sit down. Luke then towers over you, taking in the sight of you below him before capturing your lips on his. One thing about the way Luke kissed you was that you could tell he was hungry; he was practically eating your face. It was sloppy, but the good kind. The kind you expect from a drunk college boy who has been waiting for this moment.
He gently pushes you down on the bed until you lay flat on your back and he’s completely on top of you. His lips taste of cherries, probably from the ones mixed with the alcohol downstairs. You were undoubtedly getting addicted to the taste, enjoying the way his lips moved along with yours, and the way he sucked and bit into your lips from time to time. While one of his hands supported his weight, his other hand made its way to your chest, gently squeezing on your tit. This causes you to gasp in surprise, which Luke takes advantage of as he slips his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explores all that it can, suckling on your own, only separating from you to take in small gasps of air then it’s back into your mouth.
The makeout session was hot and heavy, his hand continuing to squeeze, paw, and massage your breasts while he ravaged your mouth with his own. But you were getting unbelievably antsy. With how much Luke was enjoying making out with you, you’d think that was what he only wanted. You pulled away which causes an unsatisfied groan to leave Luke. He doesn’t wait for an explanation from you as his lips quickly latch onto your neck, opting to attack your skin with red marks instead.
You gasp and a moan leave you as he attacks your neck, suckling on the skin as he did your tongue and lips. “Luke… please.” You were whining and begging. That along with your small gasps and moans made his dick twitch in his pants. You felt him grind onto you a little bit, making you feel his hard cock against your crotch. You wanted it so bad. With one last kiss and suck on your neck, Luke kisses your lips once more before taking off your shirt. He smirks at the sight of your black bra as he effortlessly tugs down your skirt, revealing your matching black panties.
He licks all over your exposed chest before biting down on the fabric of your bra, pulling it down to reveal your tits. He practically slobbers all over them sucking on your left tit, then massaging your right. “A-ah…” He looks up at you and smirks as he continues to suck on your tit, satisfied that he’s making you feel good. He leaves your tit with a pop, then goes back to leave kitty licks on your swollen nipple, then sucks again, then licks again, all the while pinching the other one. “L-Luke…” Your mewl signals him to finally actually leave your tits alone, and when he does, they’re as red and full of marks as your neck. He then leaves another kiss on your lips.
Luke slowly peppers kisses from your chest all the way down until he reaches the fabric of your black panties. Instead of immediately yanking them down, Luke presses a kiss on your core through the lace before prodding his tongue into it like an attempt to penetrate the black fabric. You lean your head back in pleasure as Luke eats you out through your panties, licking vigorously and with fervor as if his tongue was actually on your cunt. He adds to the building pressure on your stomach as two of his fingers begin to massage your clit through the fabric. You were moaning wantonly, feeling the wetness of his saliva through the lace as his tongue pokes into your pussy ever so slightly.
“Luke… c-can’t cum…” You were lying to yourself. You were absolutely capable of cumming just from this alone, and you were about to. But you wanted nothing more than for him to rip your panties and just fuck his tongue into you. Can’t help it, can you? A year without sex is bound to make you a little needy and a little antsy. “You’ll cum,” he manages to say in between licks. And cum you do. Your orgasm escapes you abruptly as you cum on your panties, eliciting a loud moan from the back of your throat. Luke licks it up with the same eager demeanor as he had initially eating you out. Once he’s finished, he places kisses in between your thighs, sucking on your skin to leave familiar red and purple marks on them.
As you were coming down from your high, like your bra, Luke’s teeth bit on the edge of your panties and pulled them all the way down. He throws them not too far and lavishes the look of your sweet cunt, wet with remnants of your slick and cum around it. It was perfect for him. You expected him to go back in and lick your pussy up, but instead he takes off his shirt before pulling you up, setting your hands on either side of his pants. “Told you, you’d undress me, sweet girl.” You bit your lip before fiddling with his button and zipper then tugging the waistband down.
The sight that awaits you is more delicious than you could have ever imagined. His bulge was so obvious through his boxers, and he was big and hard. You wet your lips with your tongue, and he chuckles, amused at your reaction. “You’ll get that later, sweet girl.” You look up at him confused. Later?
Before giving you the time to ask for an explanation, he then began to lie down on the bed, resting his head on the two pillows stacked on top of each other. You look back at him with the same confused look on your face. What does he want to do now? As if he heard your thoughts, he then says, “Come on and ride my face, sweetheart. All yours.”
He looked at you with heavy lidded eyes and a sly smirk on his face. He was serious. “I’ve never…. ridden anyone before, let alone someone’s face…” You say hesitantly, afraid he might judge you. You look away from him, a little embarrassed about your lack of experience. “Aw, that’s okay. C’mere, sweet girl.” Luke gestures for you to come over to him, so you crawl over until you’re straddling his thighs. His hands make their way to your thighs, massaging them as if to calm you down.
“Just sink down on my mouth, baby, and I’ll do the work,” he says too casually, “you can grind on my face. In fact, I’d love that.” He’s smirking at you again before sitting up from his initial laying down position to catch your lips in a quick kiss. After that, he’s situating himself back on the pillows. You bite your lip nervously, completely unsure if you should ride his face, but you did want to give it a try. Besides, Luke looked like he was about to plead for you to sit on his face if you didn’t willingly do it yourself the first time. So, you lifted your body up a bit to hover above his own as you made your way towards his face, your knees shifting around his white linen bed sheets.
Once your cunt was literally hovering above his mouth, you began to hesitate again. What if you crush him under your weight? What if you don’t do it well and he doesn't enjoy it? Your time spent thinking while gripping the headboard causes a second unsatisfied groan to leave Luke’s mouth, but he remains patient. “Do you not want to do it, sweetheart? It’s okay if—” you cut him off. “N-no, I do. It’s just, what if I don’t do well..?” A deep sigh escapes Luke. He couldn’t wait any longer. His hands snake their way onto either side of your hips, locking it in a tight grip as he pulls all of you down onto his face.
A particularly broken moan leaves you as his tongue finally prodded against your actual cunt. He licked long stripes across your pussy, causing a combination of moans and whines to emerge from the depths of your throat. He was too good at this. Luke then begins to give extra attention to your clit, licking and sucking on it like he did to your tits. He was full-on making out with your pussy like they were your own lips. While he was eating you out like a god, you suddenly remembered his suggestion. You then began to grind on his face, the movement working in tandem with the ministrations of his tongue, giving you an otherworldly pleasure you didn’t think you’d ever experience.
This was the heaven you would have experienced had you said yes earlier. That didn’t matter anymore. You had more than seven minutes now. Luke Castellan could eat you out for the rest of the night as much as he wanted. You were glad the party was still a little alive downstairs because the noises coming out of you were nothing but unholy. Let the music drown out your loud, broken moans and your continuous screams of Luke’s name. It made Luke a little sad though. No one was hearing you moan his name.
You were basically treating Luke’s mouth like it was your own personal toy, grinding your pussy hard on his tongue as you chased your high. “Luke, I— I’m gonna cum… again..!” You threw your head back from the pleasure, and all Luke did was suck, lick, and hum against your cunt. He honestly wanted to see your face contorted in pleasure, but guess he’ll have to wait for a better view later. Your high is even more intense than the last one.
Luke can feel your legs clench around his head and shake as you cum. Your chest heaves intensely, sweat dripping down your forehead and your tits. You were still slowly grinding your cunt on Luke’s face and he wasn’t one to complain. “So sweet, baby. You taste so good. Ugh, I could eat you until the day I die.” He eagerly lapped at your juices, humming as he tasted the essence of your sweet pussy again. He enjoyed and revelled in every single second of it.
After a few more kitty licks to your cunt, his grip on your hips tighten again as he hoists you away from his face. You were back to straddling his thighs as he sits up. You couldn’t see it clearly, but the light from his window illuminates his face a little bit. You see his chin absolutely smothered with your slick, and it was a hot sight. His chest was moving up and down while his mouth was agape, remnants of your cum visible on his mouth and chin. For the first time tonight, you were the one who pressed him into a kiss, inevitably tasting yourself on his tongue.
As you pull away from the kiss, Luke then flips the two of you over and now you’re back to your first position with you beneath him. He pushes some hair out of your face to see you clearly before he stands up from the bed. You prop your weight on your elbows to see what he’s doing, and he looks back to you at the notice of your movement. He smirks and says, “You want to do the honors for me, sweetheart?” You get up on the bed and crawl towards the edge of it. You sit down on top of your legs as your face levels with his abdomen. Your hands make their way to his waistband and you fiddle with it a little bit, feeling a little bashful.
“Don’t be shy now.” He says teasingly, and with that you pull down his boxers. To say he was big wouldn’t do him any justice. No, he was huge. His cock stood tall and hard, tip red and leaking precum. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it. Luke begins to fist his cock slowly before he pushes you back down on the bed. “Spread your legs f’me, sweet girl.” You slowly spread your legs in front of him. You would’ve been eager if you weren’t so scared of how big he was.
He strokes his cock a bit more before dragging his tip along your slick folds, teasing your already sensitive cunt. “W-will it fit?” Luke looks up at you and meets your eyes filled with worry and excitement. He licks his lips before replying, “You’ll take it. You’ll take it so good, like a champ. Like you did with that drink, yeah?” He says all of this while still continuously dragging his tip along your pussy. All you could do was nod. Were you scared he wouldn’t fit? A little, yeah. But god, you wanted him inside of you so bad.
He sees you nod and smirks to himself. “Good girl,” he mutters. He then angles your hips a little higher and sheathes himself inside you with a quick thrust. A reverberating and guttural moan breaks out of your mouth as Luke enters you with no warning, your soft, tight pussy being broken in again as if it was your first time. You feel him pulsing inside you and you could feel yourself clench around him; you guys were the perfect match. Hitched breaths and a strangled moan come out of Luke as he stays inside you, buried to the hilt. He stills your hips with his grip as his lips quiver. “You’re so tight, f-fuck. Should’ve fucked you on my fingers first.”
Luke feels you clamp down on him hard which draws out a deep groan from within him. “D-don’t do that, baby. I won’t be able to control myself.” Luke closes his eyes before they open again and look down on you, a primal look slithering inside his pretty brown orbs. “Then don’t.” That response was all Luke needed before he began thrusting. His pace was fast and rough, but calculated. You could feel all of him in each thrust, but would empty out of you just as fast. You looked down to see where you were connected and your eyes were met with a prominent bulge appearing and disappearing on your lower stomach in tandem with Luke’s thrusts. Luke notices this too and chuckles in between his pants. He puts one hand over the bulge and gently presses down, prompting another strained moan out of you as you arch your back.
“Feel me there, sweet girl? I’m filling you up so good. God, you feel so fucking good around me.” Luke presses your forehead against his as he resumes his relentless pace. “F-fuck, Luke, you’re so deep inside me…” A mewl soon follows your cries, and your hands make their way to his back, making claw marks on his skin. He presses a kiss on your forehead and mutters, “I know” while continuing to pound into you like his life depends on it. Soon, you’re too cockdrunk to really say anything coherent. Luke fucks into you and you babble a set of words he can’t determine, and that’s what he likes to hear. He teases you a bit.
“What’s that, baby?” He then mocks your moans. You try to muster up the strength to argue back at him, but he thrusts hard with the obvious intent to shut you up. You babble more nonsense, moaning with pleasure as you feel his thick cock graze your cervix. He was inside you oh so deliciously deep. Your velvet walls clamped and clenched around him like he was always meant to be there, and he was. Luke felt like he could stay inside you until his very last breath. Luke’s hips were stuttering, unable to handle the way your pussy took him in, refusing to let him go.
The knot in your stomach threatens to snap at any moment. You feel heat in your abdomen as the familiar ecstatic feeling creeps up your body. “Luke, I’m gonna…” He coos, pressing yet another kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. “Cumming?” He says in a voice so sweet that was betrayed by his brutal pace. You couldn’t utter another word, the feeling of his cock hitting your walls shutting you up. You nod instead and he gets the memo.
His cock throbs violently inside you, signaling that he was also close. His thrusts lose their calculated edge as they become sloppy, obviously chasing his orgasm. “I– I can’t..!” With one final thrust from Luke hitting you, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let go completely for the third time tonight. Your back arches and your thighs once again begin to shake from the intense orgasm.
Luke wasn’t done, however. He continued to thrust into your oh so soft pussy, feeling you tighten around him from the orgasm. Your cum and slick lubricate his cock even more, motivating him to keep pounding into you like you were his personal fleshlight. You’ve been pleasured enough tonight; it was his turn now. “J-just a little more, sweet girl. Fuck, I love your pussy. S-so good to me…”
The overstimulation was getting to you as you were choking up whines that mixed with your moans. “T-too much, Luke…” He kisses your lips and forces his tongue inside your mouth again—an attempt to distract you from the overstimulation—as his grip on you tightens. After a few more thrusts, Luke releases his warm, sticky cum inside of you, filling you up to the very brim. You felt him throb inside of you as he painted your insides white. You felt full, and you were tired, the fatigue catching up with you because the adrenaline was finally dying down.
Luke pulls out and looks at amazement at his cock, which was coated in both his and your cum. Gods, he wanted to make you suck it, but he knew you didn’t have the energy, and he didn’t want to do that to you. Then his eyes wander off and catch sight of your pulsing pussy. It was clenching around nothing, like it was missing his cock inside of you. He couldn’t just leave her alone.
While you were staring up at the ceiling, trying not to pass out from the pleasure, you felt a tingle down there that you weren’t expecting. Luke’s warm tongue suddenly made contact with your pussy again, licking up your cum, as well as his. Unlike the first two times, he went slower and was more sensual. It felt more intimate rather than sexy, but it was still really hot. You whine from the overstimulation, yet your fingers still entangle themselves in his dark curls, egging him further. He mumbles in your cunt, “S’ry, baby. I’ll j’s clean you up.”
A few more licks from him and small moans from you, and he was finally done. If he kept going a bit more, you would have cum again, and you don’t think you’d be able to stay conscious for that one. Luke gets up and wipes his chin clean (but not really). You were too tired to protest, but your eyes tried to follow his movements. He came out of his bathroom with a damp towel and began to wipe down your face, then your arms, up until your thighs.
He throws the towel off somewhere and picks up something from the ground. You try to focus on what he was holding until you eventually recognize it to be… your black panties from earlier. Luke notices you staring at him holding them. “I’ll be keeping these for myself, sweetheart. A little prize for making you feel good tonight.” He winks and picks up his jeans from the floor, stuffing your panties into one of its pockets. You didn’t really care if he kept them. Heck, he could keep your bra, too.
“Luke, come to bed.” You attempt to get him beside you before you succumb to slumber. He smiles at you before picking up his shirt from the ground. Then, he walks towards you and puts the shirt on you, gently guiding your arms through the sleeves. He fixes the blanket on his bed and pulls it over the both of you before cuddling you in his arms. You barely notice it because of how tired you were, but just as your eyes closed, you felt Luke snuggle up to your hair, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. Oh, Luke.
After that, you don’t remember much. You doze off into a void before you even realize it, and so does Luke.
—
The next day, after the party, you woke up in Luke’s bed. You flutter your eyes open and find a snoring, naked Luke beside you. You remember the events of last night. You didn’t need his bare sexy back filled with marks to remind you of what happened. You hear a ringing sound and you attempt to get up from the bed to find the source, but you end up stumbling and falling into Luke’s gray carpeted floors as your knees shake like jelly.
You manage to sit up at least and crawl through the floor, deducing that the ringing is coming from your skirt’s back pocket. You don’t bother to look at the caller as you accept the call and put it on speaker. “Hello?” A coarse and groggy morning voice replaced your usual meek tone. “Where have you been?! I’ve been worried sick!” You instantly regret putting it on speaker as you hear Thalia practically scream at you through the other end. “I leave you for 5 minutes to go to the bathroom and you’re gone! I looked everywhere for you!”
You feel bad for making Thalia worry. A tipsy girl alone at a party suddenly disappearing is definitely terrifying, but then you realize something. “If you thought I was dead in a ditch somewhere, you would’ve called the police, yet here we are, Thalia. Why?” There’s a short pause on the other end of the line before Thalia replies. “... Someone said they saw you go up with Luke. I… I didn’t want to ruin the fun if you were having any. B-but you didn’t go home or call me! I’ve been calling since 4AM!” You laugh a bit at Thalia, but you were relieved to know how good of a best friend you landed.
“I spent the night at Luke’s.” You say with a little upstart in your voice, the most you can muster up so early in the morning. “Did he ask you out?” Thalia says flatly. Confusion makes its way to your face and tone of voice. “Ask me out?” You hear Thalia sigh before continuing her sentiments. “You know, I’ve been waiting for that doofus to finally get the courage to ask you out. He’s been egging me to set you up with him for months now. Now, you’re telling me he fucked you first before he even asked you out? Unbelievable! That man, I swear—”
A ghost of an arm manages its way to grab your phone and ends the call. Your head turns to its direction and your eyes are met with Luke in his boxers holding your phone in his hand. This man ate you out thrice last night and fucked you like there was no tomorrow, yet Thalia’s confession over the phone seems to have made you more embarrassed than anything that happened between you and Luke last night. There is silence in the room as you stare up at Luke.
Luke is the first to interrupt this silence. “Sorry, sweetheart, you know Thalia. She can be a bit of a blabber—”
“I’m free this Saturday.”
He kept his promise. The drink was worth it, and so was the risk.
