"Coming Home To You"
Luca x Fem Reader
Summary: Luca returns home from Germany and you’re the first thing he wants to do 😉😭
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, no minors
It had been months.
Too many days of lonely mornings and even lonelier nights. Too many late-night calls that ended with promises of “soon.” You had counted the weeks, the hours, the minutes. And now, he was finally on his way back from Germany.
Luca. Your Luca.
You stood in front of the mirror, breath catching as you took in your reflection. Denim shorts hugging your curves just right. A black lace corset top that showed just enough without giving away everything. And those platform black Converse he always teased you about—said they were your signature look. You didn’t dress up for just anyone. But tonight? Tonight, you wanted to knock the wind out of him.
You wanted him to see his girl standing there and forget every second he’d spent away.
Butterflies fluttered wild in your stomach as you pulled up to S.W.A.T. HQ. His flight had landed hours ago, but debriefs always came first. Still, the second the doors slid open and you spotted that familiar stride—broad shoulders, duffel slung over one arm, baseball cap pulled low—you nearly forgot how to breathe.
He hadn’t seen you yet.
You leaned against your car, trying to play it cool, until his gaze lifted.
And then everything changed.
The second his eyes locked on you, he froze mid-step. His lips parted just slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then, like gravity snapped into place, he started moving faster.
“Holy sh—Y/N,” he breathed when he reached you, voice rough with disbelief and hunger. “You look…”
“Hi, baby,” you said softly, grinning as he tossed his duffel to the ground and pulled you into his arms so hard your feet left the ground.
“I missed you,” he whispered into your hair. “Missed you like crazy.”
You clung to him, burying your face in his shoulder. “It’s been too long.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you again—eyes roaming slowly over your outfit, down your legs, back up to your lips. You felt it in your stomach. That look. That heat.
“You wore this to pick me up?”
“Mm-hmm.” You smirked. “Did it work?”
Luca groaned, running a hand down your back, fingers dipping just beneath the lace. “Baby, I’m about five seconds away from forgetting where we are.”
“Well,” you whispered, close enough for your breath to tease his skin, “we could go home.”
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The door had barely clicked shut before Luca’s mouth was on yours again—hot, desperate, wild. You didn’t even make it all the way down the hall. He had you up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your thighs like he couldn’t bear to let go.
“Fuck,” he groaned into your neck, breath ragged. “You wore that for me?”
“Only for you,” you whispered, voice breathy as your hands tangled in his hair. “Missed you too much not to.”
“Jesus, baby… I could’ve taken you right there in the parking lot.”
Your laugh came out as more of a whimper when his teeth grazed your collarbone. “Not exactly the homecoming I planned.”
He carried you to the bedroom like you weighed nothing, tossing you gently onto the mattress. You landed with a soft gasp, back arching as you watched him strip—hat, shirt, belt—all of it hitting the floor with impatient thuds. When he looked at you again, his eyes were practically black with hunger.
“Get up here,” he growled, voice rough with need.
You scooted back onto the pillows, your denim shorts already unbuttoned, corset top half-undone from the way his hands had been all over you. He climbed over you, his body caging you in, every inch of him humming with tension. He pressed his hips down against yours and you both moaned.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered into your ear, one hand trailing down your ribs, across your stomach, slipping beneath the lace. “You’ve been on my mind every damn night. Dreamt of this. Of you.”
You tugged his boxers down just enough to feel him against your thigh—hot, hard, ready.
“Then take it,” you whispered, eyes locked with his. “I’m yours.”
That was all it took.
His mouth was everywhere—trailing down your chest, pulling the corset aside with agonizing slowness. Tongue flicking across your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, his stubble dragging deliciously against your skin. You squirmed beneath him, moaning his name, fingers digging into his back.
When his hand slid into your panties, his breath hitched. “So wet already,” he groaned. “You missed me this much?”
You nodded, lips parting in a gasp as he slid two fingers inside, his thumb circling your clit in perfect rhythm. Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing the high you hadn’t felt in months.
“Luca—” you gasped, “I need—”
“I know,” he whispered, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your lips. “I’ve got you.”
He took his time teasing you to the edge, then pulled back just before you could fall over it. You whined in protest, but he just smirked, tugging your shorts and panties off in one slow, torturous motion. Then he lined himself up, tip teasing your entrance, waiting.
“You ready for me, baby?”
“I’ve been ready.”
He slid in slow, deep, every thick inch filling you until your back arched off the bed. The stretch, the heat—it stole the breath from your lungs. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as he started to move, slow at first, then faster, deeper, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force.
The headboard hit the wall. The sheets tangled around you. You moaned his name again and again, barely aware of anything except the way he felt inside you, the way his lips claimed yours between thrusts, the sound of his groans as he buried his face in your neck.
“You’re mine,” he grunted, thrusts turning erratic. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you cried, digging your nails into his back. “All yours.”
You came hard—legs shaking, body trembling, cries muffled by his shoulder. Luca followed seconds later, groaning into your neck as he spilled inside you, hips jerking with every pulse.
He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms instantly, pressing kisses to your forehead, your shoulder, your bare stomach.
“I’m never leaving again,” he whispered. “Never.”
the next morning you blinked awake slowly, muscles deliciously sore, your limbs tangled with Luca’s under the blankets. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, golden and warm—and completely at odds with the ache between your legs.
You stretched, only to groan and immediately stop. “Oh my God…”
Luca stirred, propping himself up on an elbow. His hair was a mess, stubble dark on his jaw, but that damn smirk was already in place. “Morning, sunshine.”
You glared half-heartedly. “I don’t think I can walk.”
He laughed, low and smug. “Legs feel like jelly, huh?”
You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing. “You broke me.”
He leaned in, brushing your hair back, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Damn right I did.”
“You might have to carry me downstairs.”
His smirk turned into a grin. “That was the plan anyway. Gonna throw you over my shoulder, caveman style.”
You groaned, hiding your face in the pillow. “You’re insufferable.”
“You love it.”
And you did. Every cocky smile, every teasing kiss, every last inch of the man who made coming home feel like the best kind of wildfire.