Luka x fem!reader smut where the reader and Luka had to compete against one another but they somehow ended up in a tie, and he's kinda turned on by the way the reader moved onstage during the performance and it got him all hot and bothered (they were performing a spicy song 😛) and he can't get his hands off reader once they're backstage alone in the changing room :>
(sorry if it's too long 😭💔)
When the Curtain Falls (NSFW)
Pairing: Luka x Female Reader
Word Count: 4.7k
Summary: After a breathtaking head-to-head performance on Alien Stage, you and Luka are left standing in the impossible—an exact tie. Survival for both comes at the cost of composure; the adrenaline of nearly dying, the intimacy of performing a sultry song, and the relief of victory bleed into something far more dangerous backstage. Luka, unable to restrain the hunger your performance stirred in him, leads him to corner you in the dressing room.
Hey Siri, play author's note.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10: This might just be a TADDD long!!! But yeah, Alien stage is my most requested fandom rn I fear NOT that I minddddd (｡•̀ᴗ-) ♡ Also for me, Luka is the hardest to write for, but like I love it because I get to use my creativity for this mysterious mf also no worries this request wasn't too long at all!! I'm so sorry for the wait, though. I hope you enjoy reading!!!!!!
Warnings: Established romantic/sexual relationship, sexual tension, smut with plot, stripping/undressing, making out, possessive/obsessive behavior (from Luka), lowkey praise, near-death/high-stakes scenario, mature themes, language, dom Luka, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it...), clit teasing, teasing and mocking if you squint, slight degrading disguised as praise, couch sex, tear licking, slight fingering, absolute menace Luka (sweet Luka at the end though).
The roars of the audience still rang in your ears like an echo you couldn't escape. Their clapping, their cheers, their feverish demands for more. You had thought you would collapse onstage, either from exhaustion or from dread—but somehow, impossibly, the performance had ended in a tie.
No one died. Not him. Not you.
That thought alone made your chest heave as you staggered into the narrow passage at stage right, attendants immediately swarming you.
"Water?" one of them said, offering a bottle. Another reached for your sleeve, already tugging at the costume laces. "You need to sit—"
"I said leave me," you snapped, surprising yourself with the sharpness in your voice. "Go."
They hesitated, exchanged uneasy glances, but when they saw the fire in your eyes, they obeyed. The sound of their retreating footsteps left only the thundering of your pulse.
ꫂ❁
On the other side of the stage, you knew Luka was going through the same ritual. Attendants fussing, tugging, asking, and nagging. And you knew, you knew, he would snap just as quickly.
He always did when his patience ran thin.
You pressed your palm against the wall, dragging in a breath. The song still clung to you, the sway of it, the rawness of your movements, the burn in your chest from lyrics that demanded your soul. You'd seen Luka too, across the stage, golden eyes molten with something you couldn't quite name then, though now you knew.
Heat. Want. Hunger.
The moment you heard boots striking the floor of the hallway, quick, unhesitating, your head turned.
And there he was.
Luka cut through the dim corridor with his princely stride, hair disheveled from the performance, yellow eyes glowing like molten metal beneath heavy lashes. His pale skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, and his shirt was half-undone, clinging in places where the spotlight had burned too hot. His chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, though his expression—oh, his expression—was a cool, practiced calm, like nothing in the world could touch him.
Except his eyes were locked on you. Only you.
"Luka—" you began, voice soft, but he didn't give you the chance.
"You move like a knife," he murmured, voice low, smooth, carrying the faintest edge of rasp from the performance. "Sharp. Precise. Every step carved into me."
You swallowed, fingers curling against your thigh. "It was just the choreography."
"No," he said, sharper now, cutting off your protest. He advanced, each step deliberate, almost predatory. "It was you. The way your body answered that song.. it wasn't just movement. It was—" He stopped in front of you, so close the air between you turned molten. His voice dropped. "—it was sin. And I wanted to devour it."
Your breath stuttered. "The aliens seemed to eat it up," you managed, grasping for steadiness.
That earned a small laugh, low and breathless, his mouth curving into a grin that wasn't entirely princely. "The aliens, yes. But I—" his gaze flicked over you, slow, deliberate, hungry. "I want to eat you up."
Before you could answer, he moved—guiding you backward with a hand at your waist, the wall catching you gently as he pressed closer, close enough for his heat to wrap around you.
"Luka—"
"You think I didn't notice?" His lips brushed close to your ear, his breath fanning your skin. "Every sway of your hips, every arch of your spine—it was torture. The kind of torture I could live in forever."
You shivered, caught between relief that you were both alive and the dangerous spark that had been lit during the performance.
"Either one of us could've died," you whispered, trembling.
"And yet we didn't," Luka countered, his tone velvet but burning. His hand slid up your side, not yet indecent, but enough to make your pulse stumble. "Perhaps fate is cruel. Or perhaps it's merciful. I don't care which. I care only that you're here."
"Luka..."
He leaned back just enough to meet your eyes. Those damn gold irises burned with unspoken fever, but his lips curved into that familiar princely smirk he used to sway the aliens when he was on stage. "You're trembling."
"Because of you," you breathed.
Something uncoiled in him then, he laughed again, soft and breathless, but this time his composure cracked. "Then let me be the cause of more."
He captured your mouth in a kiss, not yet the deep, consuming kind, but enough to steal your breath, enough to taste the urgency he had been holding back onstage. His hand tangled in your hair, the other still anchored at your waist. You melted, your arms instinctively looping around his neck.
ꫂ❁
The knock of footsteps down the hall startled you both, but Luka only growled softly, pulling back just enough to mutter against your ear, breath hot, "Changing room. Now."
You let him guide you, both of you half-running, half-stumbling into the room reserved for you. Luka slammed the door shut with his foot, the lock clicking into place. The muffled noise of the stage, the attendants, the world outside, now gone.
Here, there was only you. Him. And the aftermath of the fire you had lit together.
You crossed to the mirror, fingers fumbling with the makeup wipes, trying to ground yourself in something as simple as removing stage paint. But your reflection betrayed you: flushed cheeks, eyes still glittering with adrenaline.
Behind you, Luka's gaze seared into your back. "Even now," he murmured, voice thick, "you glow."
You tried to laugh, but it came out breathless. "It's just the makeup."
"No." He stepped closer, his reflection now looming behind yours, hands braced on either side of your chair. "It's you. It's always you."
You dropped the wipe, your hands trembling. "Luka..."
His head lowered, his lips brushing your neck, the barest ghost of a kiss. "You always haunt me.. but since the moment we stepped off that stage?.. I can't—" His mouth soon found the corner of your jaw, hot and insistent. "—I can't keep my hands from you."
Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as his touch finally—finally—slid lower, tracing fabric, pulling, teasing at barriers that wouldn't last long.
The tie had saved you both. But now, alone, you realized you'd awoken something in him far more dangerous than death.
ꫂ❁
His lips lingered at your jawline, the faint rasp of his breath spilling against your skin, and you swore every nerve in your body was alive. Luka's hands trailed down the line of your waist, deliberate, like he wanted to memorize every inch he touched.
"You don't know what you've done to me," he whispered, voice thick with restrained hunger. "Up there on that stage—you were fire. No... you were the whole inferno. And I—" His mouth brushed the hollow beneath your ear, the press of his teeth barely grazing. "—I wanted to burn with you."
Your breath shuddered out of you, words fumbling. "Luka..."
The sound of his name on your tongue drew a low sound from his chest—half laugh, half groan. "Say it again."
"Luka."
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes in the mirror, golden gaze molten, the edges of his princely composure slipping. "Good girl." The words came out smooth, but there was a dangerous undertone, the kind that made your stomach flip.
His fingers found the edge of your costume, tugging at the laces with steady precision. "Off," he murmured, almost to himself. "This—" a sharp tug loosened the tie, the fabric slackening over your shoulders "—doesn't belong on, especially between us."
You reached for his wrist, but not to stop him. Just to anchor yourself. "We almost lost each other tonight," you breathed.
"And that's why I can't wait," he countered, voice edged with urgency. "Do you understand? I was prepared to die if it meant you lived. And then—" his laugh was quiet, almost unhinged, "—fate gave me both. You alive. Here. With me."
The costume slipped further, exposing your shoulder, and Luka's lips immediately descended on the revealed skin, pressing a kiss that was anything but princely. It was hungry, claiming, worshiping and devouring all at once.
"You're trembling again," he murmured against your skin.
"Because of you," you admitted, barely a whisper.
He smirked, eyes flashing. "Then I'll make you tremble more."
His hands roamed now, tugging the fabric lower, skimming the curve of your sides, the heat of his palms branding you through what little barrier was left. Every brush, every deliberate slide of his fingers felt like it carried the weight of the tie, the relief of being alive, the need to seize this moment before anything could take it away.
You turned in his arms, makeup half-wiped, your face flushed, and looked at him directly. Luka's hair clung damply to his forehead, his lips parted with heavy breath, eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing in the universe.
"You're staring," you whispered.
He laughed softly, though it came out breathless. "How could I not? You're mine. My victory. My survival. My—" His hands cupped your face, tilting it up. "—everything."
And then his lips claimed yours.
This time, the kiss was anything but gentle. It was deep, hungry, desperate—everything he had been holding back pouring into the press of his mouth against yours. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head back, while the other slid down the curve of your back, pressing your body against him, making you able to feel the outline of something hard growing and pulsing in his pants.
You gasped against him, your hands flying to his shirt, pushing at the already loosened buttons. He broke the kiss only long enough to shrug it off, fabric falling to the floor, scars and pale skin catching the faint glow of the changing room light.
"Look at me," he demanded softly, golden eyes sharp even through the haze of heat. "See me. The whole of me."
"I see you," you whispered, fingers tracing the line of his sternum scar, reverent.
His breath caught, but then he smirked again, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, murmuring between kisses. "Good. Because I'm about to ruin you for anyone else."
His hands were on you again, tugging at fabric, sliding it down, baring more skin with every deliberate touch. He kissed down your neck, across your shoulder, each kiss hotter, more insistent.
You clutched at him, every nerve alight, every thought drowned beneath the sheer intensity of him, his mouth, his hands, his voice threading through your senses.
The door stayed locked. The world stayed outside. Here, in the cramped glow of the changing room, Luka was no longer the princely idol, no longer the calculated manipulator. He was a man undone, desperate, alive, and utterly consumed by you.
And his hands, his lips, his voice—all of him—were carrying you to a sense of relief
ꫂ❁
The fabric fell from your shoulders in a whisper, pooling at your feet. Luka's gaze tracked every inch of skin as though he'd never seen you before, even though he had; he always had. Tonight was different. Tonight, the sight of you alive, trembling, flushed from the stage and from him, turned his composure into shards.
"Perfect," he breathed, voice low and hoarse. His pale hands, marked with their unnatural purple hue, roamed reverently, almost shaking with the force of his restraint. "You don't know how close I came to never seeing this again."
"Then look," you whispered back, emboldened. "Look as much as you want."
The invitation broke him. His lips crushed yours in another searing kiss as his hands tugged at the last barriers of your costume, stripping them away piece by piece until nothing remained. He pulled back just enough to drink you in, golden eyes molten, a grin flickering at his lips.
"You're trembling," he repeated, but his voice had dropped lower, rougher.
"So are you," you murmured, reaching for him.
His shirt was already gone, his chest bare and marked by surgical scars—each one a testament to a lifetime of pain and survival. You traced the faint line over his sternum with your fingertips, gentle, reverent. Luka's breath hitched, then he caught your hand, guiding it lower as he stripped away the rest of his own clothing. Each layer hit the floor with impatient finality until he stood bare before you, all sharp edges and pale skin, lean muscle shifting beneath as he moved.
And suddenly, there was nothing between you. No silk, no stage lights, no looming threat of death—just skin against skin.
The shock of it made you gasp, the heat of his body pressing against yours, every inch of him solid and alive. Luka's arms circled your waist, hauling you up as though he couldn't stand the distance of even a breath.
"Mine," he whispered into your hair, almost desperate. "Every part of you."
He half-guided, half-dragged you toward the narrow couch tucked against the wall. You stumbled together, laughing breathlessly against each other's mouths until he pulled you down with him, the two of you tumbling in a tangle of limbs and heat.
ꫂ❁
The couch groaned under the weight of you both as Luka pulled you closer, skin sliding against skin. His breath was ragged, but his voice—oh, his voice—remained low and silken, every word calculated to sear into you.
"Look at you," he murmured against your throat, his lips brushing fire over your skin. "My star, my salvation. They should build altars in your name." He bit lightly at your collarbone, then soothed it with a kiss. "I should."
Your laugh broke on a gasp as his hands roamed, his touch alternating between gentle reverence and impatient greed. "You're ridiculous," you whispered, though your fingers dug into his shoulders as though anchoring yourself to him.
"Ridiculous?" He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, golden and gleaming, a smirk twisting his lips. "Then tell me again, why are you still trembling like this beneath me?"
"Because..." You swallowed, words snagging in your throat. "Because of you."
The smirk softened, melted into something that almost looked like awe. He pressed his forehead to yours, whispering, "Good. Because I want every breath, every shiver, every moan, sound—you. All of you."
His hands slid down your back, then lower, firm and steady, guiding your legs to wrap around and against his waist. "Wrap your legs around me.. yeah, just like that, beautiful."
He soon groaned at the contact, a raw sound that broke through his usual princely composure. "God, you feel perfect. Do you know that? Your perfection, alive and breathing in my arms. Mine."
"Yours," you echoed, breathless.
The word undid him. He laughed softly, but it was ragged, desperate, nothing like the calm mask he wore onstage. "Say it again."
"Yours."
"Again." His lips pressed to your shoulder, your jaw, your mouth between the words. "Yours. Always mine."
You gave it to him, every time, your voice trembling but sure. "Yours. Luka, yours."
He kissed you then, deep and consuming, his hands sliding over every inch of you as though he couldn't decide where to worship first. When he pulled back, his chest was heaving, his hair wild, his voice ruined with want.
"I should be dead right now," he whispered, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "But instead, I have you. Naked in my arms, trembling for me. Tell me—how could I possibly let you go after this?"
"You won't," you answered without hesitation.
The grin that curved his lips was sharp, almost dangerous, but it softened in the next breath as he pressed his lips to yours again, slower this time, almost reverent. "Clever girl. You're right. I won't. Not ever."
His hands traced over your bare form with something like worship, his touch alternating between gentle and possessive, each caress paired with words that burned hotter than fire.
"Every inch of you—sacred." "Every sound you make—music." "Every look, every breath—mine."
You could barely breathe, pinned beneath the weight of his words, his body, his desire. The couch became your world, his hands and mouth marking every bit of skin they touched. You tangled tighter together, nothing left between you, the line between reverence and hunger blurring until it was unbearable.
"Do you feel this?" Luka rasped against your lips, golden eyes burning into yours as his hands slid over your bare skin, reverent and greedy all at once. "This is life. Us. Right here. Right now."
You shivered, clutching him tighter, your voice breaking on a whisper. "Then don't stop."
His lips curled into a smirk, though his voice cracked with urgency. "I wasn't planning to."
ꫂ❁
Your naked bodies tangled on the couch, you trembled as his pale fingers, marked with their unnatural purple hue from the midsection onwards, held the back of your neck, heat sparking everywhere you touched. Fingers clawed, mouths collided, the air around you heavy with the rawness of want and the sheer relief of survival. His mouth wandered—throat, collarbone, the soft places that made you arch toward him—and every kiss was an assertion, every brush a claim.
"Good girl," he murmured once, tender and dangerous all at once, one hand threading through your hair while the other memorized the arch of your spine. "You hurt me tonight and you healed me. It's... paradoxical. And I intend to keep you—close, always."
"Yours," you breathed again, voice thin and sure.
He smiled, wicked and princely, then softened, leaning to brush his lips against your ear. "With pleasure."
And then your naked bodies tangled deeper on the couch, the air crackling with heat—his praise a soft mantra against your skin, his possessiveness a constant drumbeat at the edge of every touch—until there was only the two of you, utterly, impossibly entangled.
Luka's voice dropped to a hush, close to your throat, warm and dangerous. "You're mine—show me."
ꫂ❁
You hesitated for a second, still staring at him, your breath heavy, absorbing his words 'show me' as they settled deep inside you. For a long moment, you didn't speak, scared to say the wrong thing, until Luka reached his hand up and grabbed your chin, not roughly but firmly, so that your eyes would meet his before he cooed.
"Don't hesitate, just do."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, you didn't have to say anything; you just leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, tightening your legs around his waist as you pressed a hungry kiss to his lips, a kiss that spoke volumes about everything you had been too afraid to say. Luka let out a grunt at the sudden feeling of your legs, which tightened around his waist, causing his very obvious erection to feel the sensation of the action, which made you let out a soft giggle at how sensitive he was, by just a single action.
"You're in no position to laugh at me, baby," Luka said. His voice was raspy for a reason that was unknown to you, and yet still it made a sudden ache between your thighs as you tried to clench them, but couldn't, as he was in between them, making the corner of your eyes start to burn with tears.
Luka took joy in your sudden reaction before he leaned close, his lips brushing against your ear, and you could feel his breath against you as you suddenly heard him whisper against your ear "Doesn't feel nice to be teased now, does it? Are you going to cry for me, baby?" his voice was laced so soft, yet the words came out so harsh. "I haven't even done anything yet."
You writhed against Luka as those tears in the corners of your eyes started falling, his words replaying in your head the way he called you baby felt like he was mocking you rather than loving you, until Luka leaned up so that he was in front of your face your tear falling eyes watching his goldens ones as you saw his face twitch his mouth now in a smirk as he leaned forward to lick a stripe up your cheek, he let out a soft moan at the taste of the saltiness of your tears on his tongue. You whimpered at the feeling of the wet muscle on your face.
The sound you let out had Lukas cock twitching as he buried his face in your neck. He let out a moan as he was grinding into you, the head of his cock running against your folds, causing you to arch your back against him, taking your legs off his waist to spread them wider.
"That's it.. spread your legs, baby, that’s it… Wider."
You whined at those words; they felt so filthy and yet so loving coming from Luka. As Luka then hoisted one of your legs up and onto his waist, he quickly leaned forward, catching your lips in a sloppy kiss as his tongue then ran over your bottom lip, making you moan into the kiss before he paused, making you confused at the sudden stop, you opened your eyes slightly to see Luka looking down at something.
"Lu-Luka?.." your voice was barely above a whisper as you breathed lightly you called out for Luka again but still no response until you felt the grip he still had on one of your legs that was on his waist you yearned to feel something more, anything more for that matter as long as Luka continued to stay apart of this raw moment between you both, naked, entangled in each other, breathing and lustful on the couch after almost dying to each other yet both living to see each other and be with each other another day, suddenly you heard Luka suck in a sharp breath before his voice spoke up,
"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"
Your eyes widened at the statement, almost as if it was a challenge, as it was a statement, your mouth fell open once again, but nothing came out until you suddenly felt the tip of Luka's cock push between your folds and your head dug deeper into the couch as you cried out, your back arched into him more, his cock fully inside your pussy now your arousal growing more as Luka let out a shaky laugh before his hand left your leg that he kept on his waist his hand now reaching further down so his thumb rested on your clit his thumb drawing soft and gentle circles across the nub and you squirmed under his touch, your walls clenching around his cock, as his eye bore into your expression as if he was soaking them all in.
"I wonder what other sounds and expressions you can make, my pretty.. pretty girl." Luka purred his voice was laced with desire and sin yet there was a hint of friendliness, and you recognized that friendliness because it was of a man who loved you and wanted to have while still in disbelief that you were Infront of him, all of you, was for him to have nobody else could love or treat you the way Luka did and for that you were the upmost grateful.
ꫂ❁
Suddenly, it was like a flipped switch with Luka when he suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled out of you before slamming his cock back into you, causing you to let out a loud and broken moan. Your body felt overstimulated from the teasing and dirty words that continued to pour out of Luka's mouth as he called your name, the way your name rolled off his tongue, making you come back to him and be in the moment as he continued to stretch you out, your walls hugging him tightly like they didn't want him to leave from being inside your pussy.
Luka leaned forward, kissing along your exposed neck as he pressed fully inside, hitting your G-spot. Your walls clench around him once again; you felt his cock twitch from inside you, making both you and him moan. His hands rubbed along your hips as one of your legs still rested up on his waist, and his kisses trailed up your chin until he was kissing the corners of your mouth. Your eyes fluttered at the soft affection, and you reached your hands up to grab his face and kiss him back, rolling your hips against him, causing him to let out a groan.
Luka gasped, his fingers digging into your hips. You watched his eyes as his eyelids fluttered slightly. You loved how expressive his face was. He rocked his hips, starting a steady rhythm as he thrusted into you. One hand came up to cup your face as he rested his forehead against yours. You stared into each other's eyes, neither of you wanting to look away from one another.
"Luka." You moaned his name, your face and body filled and overwhelmed with pleasure as you felt a pressure growing in your stomach, Luka's jaw clenched at the sound of hearing his name fall from your mouth, his pupils dilating, trying to regain some restraint, but failing as he moved his hand from your face and trailed it down your body until his fingers reached your clit again.
"Just let go, my pretty baby," Luka murmured softly as he rubbed your nub in circles, and you bit your lip trying to hold back the sounds coming from you, your back arching. He watched your face closely and changed his position and pace based on your reactions and the way your face contorted.
Eventually, Luka had your legs shaking, and you dug your fingers into his back, leaving crescent shapes on his back that would later remind Luka of how good he had fucked you.
You felt that pressure in your stomach come undone as a wave of heat went through your body, and you finally came, clenching around his cock and desperately muffling your moans by kissing him roughly. Luka gasped against your lips at the sensation, his pace quickening until he stuttered to a stop, releasing his cum inside you as he then pulled out, your cum and his mixing together as it dripped out of your pussy and was about to drip onto the couch but was stopped when Luka's slim finger lifted his pointer and middle to stuff it all back inside you, you let out a choked moan as you suddenly felt full again.
"Don't wanna waste a drop and make a mess, yeah?" Luka said as he leaned in slightly close to your face his golden eyes locking with your eyes, your eyes widened at the way his voice sounded almost unworldly and the way the sweat glistened across his figure and you looked down to where his once hard cock was now soft again and glistening with your juices and then you looked to you and you saw how Luka had his fingers stuffed inside your pussy still and a crooked smile plastered across his face as he then saw your expression and removed his fingers from inside you and brought his hand up to his mouth and licked them clean before he then opened his mouth again.
"So wasteful.. I thought you knew better than that, baby? Don't worry, I'll clean up after you always." The way Luka spoke was so princely that it made you feel out of place until you remembered that this impression of him was fake; it was a display of his persona he had on outside of the two of you, and occasionally forgot to turn it off with you, but now you weren't outside, but inside.
Only you got to see this side of Luka, the one who had his guard up, and you were only the person to bring it down; with you, Luka could let himself just be himself.
Only you. Only with you.
Luka's head then fell onto your shoulder, and his arms wrapped underneath you, pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, snuggling into his neck. He could be, oh so sweet. You kissed Luka's golden locks, and randomly, you felt Luka pressing soft and sweet kisses into your shoulder.
What felt like hours passed, and you both continued to lie there in each other's arms on the couch, relieved, satisfied, happy to be alive and with one another once again.
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