Mar 4
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Waiting for his turn
tws : nsfw/smut, fem!reader, soft & gentle luuk, gentle touching, intimate sèx, vâginal sèx, nipple sucking, cílt play & petnames.
Luuk's hands trembled slightly as he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks while his eyes locked onto yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. “My sweet love,” he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur that sent shivers down your spine.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of your mouth until you parted for him, allowing the warmth of his mouth to explore yours with unhurried passion.
His fingers trailed down from your face, tracing the line of your neck, then lower to the swell of your breasts. He broke the kiss just enough to watch your expression as he cupped one breast in his palm, his thumb circling the nipple until it hardened under his touch. “You're so beautiful,” he breathed, lowering his head to take the peaked bud into his mouth. His lips closed around it softly, sucking with a gentle rhythm that made you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.
His tongue flicked over the sensitive tip, swirling and laving it with care, while his free hand mirrored the attention on your other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers just firmly enough to spark pleasure without any pain.
Luuk's mouth moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and nibbling lightly, his breath hot against your skin as he lavished attention on them.
“My darling,” he murmured against your flesh, his voice vibrating through you. “Luuk it feels so good!” You moaned softly, his hands slid down your sides, fingers splaying over your hips, pulling you closer until your bodies pressed together, his growing erection nestling against your thigh. He kissed a path down your sternum, his lips soft and reverent, pausing to suckle each nipple once more before continuing lower.
Luuk parted your thighs, settling between them as his hands caressed the insides of your legs, starting from your knees and moving upward in slow, soothing strokes. “Let me take care of you, my precious,” he said, his eyes dark with desire but filled with love.
His fingers reached the apex of your thighs, brushing lightly over your folds, feeling the wetness that had gathered there. He groaned softly at the discovery, his touch feather—light as he traced the outer lips of your pussy, spreading the slickness around without rushing.
He dipped one finger inside you, just the tip, curling it gently to stroke your inner walls while his thumb found your clit.
Luuk circled it slowly, applying the barest pressure, watching your face for every reaction. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice husky but still so tender. You nodded, gasping as he added a second finger, sliding them in and out with a languid pace, his thumb continuing its gentle massage on your clit, building the heat between your legs incrementally.
Luuk's mouth returned to your breasts, sucking one nipple while his fingers worked your pussy, the dual sensations making your body hum with need.
He released the nipple with a soft pop, kissing his way back up to your lips, capturing them in another deep kiss as his fingers thrust a little deeper, scissoring slightly to stretch you, “I love feeling you like this, my love,” he groaned against your mouth, his thumb pressing firmer on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you clenching around his fingers.
Sensing your readiness, Luuk withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours. “So sweet,” he murmured, then positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your pussy.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his thickness, his hands stroking your sides reassuringly. “That's it, darling, take me,” he encouraged, his voice strained with restraint as he bottomed out inside you, filling you completely.
He paused there, buried deep, leaning down to suck gently on your nipple again while his hips rocked in tiny circles, grinding against you to heighten the friction. “You feel perfect around me,” he said, lifting his head to kiss you softly.
Then, with the utmost care, he began to move, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, his thrusts long and measured, each one designed to stroke every sensitive spot inside you.
His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He alternated between sucking your nipples—left, then right—his mouth warm and insistent, tongue lapping at the hardened peaks as if they were the sweetest treat. “My beautiful girl,” he panted between kisses to your breasts, his pace steady, intimate, never rushing toward the end. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and he obliged, angling his hips to hit that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
Luuk's free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss your neck, his teeth grazing lightly before his lips soothed the spot. He thrust deeper now, but still gently, his cock gliding in and out of your pussy with a wet, rhythmic sound that filled the air. His thumb pressed harder on your clit, circling faster, urging you toward the edge. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged softly, his mouth returning to your nipple, sucking hard enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
The combination overwhelmed you—his cock filling you, stretching you with each tender thrust; his fingers on your clit, slick and precise; his lips and tongue on your breasts, sucking and teasing without mercy. Your body tensed, pleasure coiling tight in your belly, and Luuk sensed it, whispering, “Let go, my love, I've got you.” His thrusts grew a fraction firmer, his thumb relentless, and you shattered around him, your pussy clenching rhythmically as waves of orgasm washed over you.
He didn't stop, riding out your climax with slow, deep strokes, his mouth never leaving your nipple, sucking softly to prolong the bliss. Only when your tremors subsided did he quicken slightly, chasing his own release, but even then, his touch remained gentle, his fingers still lightly stroking your clit to keep the aftershocks humming. “So good for me,” he murmured, kissing you deeply as his hips stuttered, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, spilling hot cum deep into your pussy with a low groan.
Luuk stayed inside you, collapsing gently onto your chest, his lips finding your nipple once more for a lazy suckle as you both caught your breath. His fingers traced idle patterns on your thigh, occasionally brushing your clit in soft, affectionate touches. “My darling,” he whispered, nuzzling into your neck, his cock softening but not withdrawing yet, keeping you connected in the intimate afterglow.
After a few moments, he shifted, pulling out slowly and immediately replacing his fingers there, sliding them into your cum-slicked pussy to gently massage your inner walls. “Let me clean you up a bit, precious,” he said with a soft smile, though his touch was more about prolonging the pleasure than necessity. He curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot while his thumb resumed its gentle circles on your clit, building you up again with patient insistence.
His mouth latched onto your other nipple, sucking rhythmically as his fingers pumped in and out, the lewd sounds of your combined fluids making the moment even more erotic. “You're still so wet for me,” he observed tenderly, his voice full of awe. You moaned, your hands threading through his hair, holding him to your breast as the pleasure rebuilt, slower this time but no less intense.
Luuk added a third finger, stretching you anew, his thrusts deliberate and unhurried, focusing on your g-spot with each curl. His thumb pressed and rubbed your clit, varying the pressure to keep you on the edge without pushing too hard. He switched nipples, sucking the one he'd neglected, his tongue flicking rapidly now to match the growing urgency in his touch. “Come again for me, my sweet love,” he encouraged, his eyes meeting yours, filled with adoration.
The intimacy of it all—the way he watched you, the petnames laced with genuine affection, the gentle way he touched every part of you—pushed you over once more. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers, another orgasm cresting softly, and Luuk kissed you through it, his mouth claiming yours as tenderly as he'd claimed your body.
He withdrew his fingers eventually, licking them clean while gazing at you with love. Then, impossibly, his cock began to harden again against your thigh. “One more time, darling?” he asked, already positioning himself. You nodded, and he entered you smoothly, the mixture of your releases easing the way. This time, his thrusts were even slower, more sensual, his hands everywhere—stroking your breasts, pinching your nipples lightly, then down to rub your clit as he fucked you with loving precision.
He suckled your nipples alternately, his mouth greedy but soft, humming against your skin as he drove into you. “I could stay like this forever, inside my perfect girl,” he whispered, his pace building just enough to tip you both toward release. His fingers danced on your clit, slick and insistent, and when you clenched around him, he followed, filling you again with his cum, his groans muffled against your breast.
In the aftermath, Luuk held you close, his lips brushing your nipples in feather-light kisses, his hand resting possessively over your pussy, fingers occasionally teasing your clit in lazy circles. “My everything,” he sighed, content and sated, the two of you entwined in endless tenderness.
Happy New Year from Startorch Academy! I hope everyone wins their 50/50s!
Wdym he had long hair that he was sentimental over :///
𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: luuk herssan x reader | 𝐜𝐰: love potion trope (deception), academic power imbalance, mutual pining, comedy & emotional tension, fake lovesick behavior, delayed confession, plot twist reveal, possessive undertones, kissing & heavy intimacy, fantasy/academy setting, 1k+ wc.
tell me why luuk reminds me of albedo…
Startorch Academy was many things: cutting-edge, unforgiving, meticulously organized.
What it was not prepared for… was Luuk Herssan being insufferably in love.
And somehow, this was your fault.
It started with tea.
Just normal, calming herbal tea, standard procedure before deep resonance diagnostics. You’d had dozens of these appointments before. Sit still. Don’t overclock. Try not to stare at the doctor.
This time, though, your hands trembled as Luuk turned his back to calibrate the scanner.
Three drops. That was all.
Colorless. Odorless. Ancient.
You told yourself it wasn’t really a love potion. Just an emotional harmonizer. Something that nudged attachment frequencies into alignment.
You were not drugging the head physician of the academy.
You were… helping destiny.
“Ready?” Luuk asked, turning back with two cups in hand.
You nodded, heart hammering, and watched in slow-motion horror as he took the first sip from his cup.
Too late.
“…Hm,” he murmured. “Different blend?”
You laughed too loudly. “Y-Yeah! New batch?”
He shrugged and drank the rest.
You waited for several minutes, but nothing happened.
You exhaled in defeat, then suddenly Luuk froze mid-step.
“…Oh.”
Your soul left your body. “Oh what?”
He pressed two fingers to his temple, brows knitting as if concentrating. Then his gaze snapped to you.
And stayed there.
Longer than usual.
“…Fascinating,” he murmured.
Your stomach flipped. “Fascinating bad or fascinating—”
“You’re very pretty,” he said simply.
You choked on air.
“I’m sorry?”
He blinked once, as if realizing he’d spoken out loud, then smiled. His smile was soft, unfocused, utterly unprofessional.
“Did I say that aloud?”
YES. VERY ALOUD.
From that moment on, Luuk Herssan lost his mind.
Or at least, that’s what it looked like.
He hovered. Constantly.
“You’ve eaten today, right?”
“You look cold. Here.”
“Walk with me.”
“No, closer.”
During scans, his spectral tendrils lingered far too long, tracing your resonance with unnecessary care.
“Your frequency is lovely,” he murmured once, entirely too close to your ear.
“Luuk, that is not medical terminology.”
“It should be.”
Nurses whispered. Students stared.
Yangyang, your aero-user friend, nearly died laughing when Luuk appeared behind you in the cafeteria, arms draping around your shoulders possessively.
“There you are,” he said warmly. “I was worried.”
“It’s been ten minutes,” you hissed.
“Ten very long minutes.”
“Oh my gods,” Yangyang wheezed. “What did you DO to him?”
“I DON’T KNOW,” you whispered back, panicking.
The worst part? He was adorable.
Lovesick. Obvious. Entirely gone for you.
Calling you by your name like it was something precious. Smiling whenever you entered a room. Looking vaguely offended whenever someone else stood too close.
“This is definitely the potion,” you muttered one evening.
Luuk tilted his head. “Is that bad?”
“Yes!”
“Hm.” He tilted his head again, studying you like a fascinating case. “Then why does it feel so right?”
Before you could answer, he leaned in, slowly. Painfully slowly. Giving you all the time to pull away.
But, of course, you didn’t.
His forehead brushed yours first. Warm. Intimate. His breath mingled with yours, and you could feel the faint hitch when he exhaled.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, lips barely a breath away.
You didn’t say anything. Too stunned to even utter a single word.
So he kissed you.
It was not rushed. Not desperate. His lips pressed against yours with gentle certainty, like he’s been waiting. Testing the shape of your mouth, learning you. One hand slid up your side, thumb resting just beneath your ribs as if grounding himself.
Your knees went weak. You make a small, involuntary sound, and that’s all it takes.
His mouth moved more firmly now, coaxing rather than taking. When you parted your lips, he followed, slow and deliberate, kissing you like this isn’t a spell but a choice he’s savoring.
His thumb stroked small circles at your waist. Another hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss. You felt the brush of his breath, the warmth of him everywhere.
You clung to his coat without thinking, fingers curling in the fabric as if it’s the only thing keeping you upright.
When he finally pulled back, it’s only a fraction. His nose brushed yours, lips still close enough that you felt the heat of them.
“…Oh,” he whispered softly. “That confirms it.”
Your voice came out breathless. “Confirms what?”
“That I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
This is wrong, you thought weakly.
And yet, you leaned in again.
***
You should have stopped it sooner.
You should have neutralized the elixir.
But the longer it went on, the harder it became. Because somewhere between Luuk insisting on “escorting” you everywhere and pulling you into his arms during training simulations, it stopped feeling fake.
And that terrified you.
So one night, you finally broke.
You were alone in his office, sitting on the exam table while he stood between your knees, hands resting comfortably on your thighs like that was normal now.
You grabbed his sleeve.
“Luuk. I have to tell you something.”
His smile faded instantly.
That alone made your chest tighten.
You swallowed hard.
“That tea,” you blurted. “I-I put something in it. An ancient love elixir. It wasn’t real, and I’m so sorry, I just— I like you. I’ve liked you for so long, and you were always so distant, and I found it in the ruins and I didn’t think you’d ever—”
Your voice cracked.
“I never meant to trick you,” you whispered. “I just wanted you to choose me. Even if it was fake.”
Silence fell.
Luuk didn’t move.
Then, slowly, he laughed.
His laugh was not the usual soft, lovesick ones he had offered for the past few days. Rather, it was more of a amused type.
“…You know,” he said calmly, lifting your chin so you had to meet his eyes, “you’re the first person who’s ever been bold enough to drug a doctor.”
Your blood ran cold.
“…What?”
“The elixir,” he continued mildly. “Ancient emotional catalyst. Sloppy around the edges, but effective.”
Your heart dropped into your stomach.
“Y-You—you knew?”
“I knew the moment it touched my tongue.”
Everything—the flirting, the clinginess, the chaos—replayed in your mind in horrifying clarity.
“You were faking it?”
Luuk smiled. Looking sharp now, as if he’s now fully himself.
“I was exaggerating,” he corrected. “I never lied.”
“…Why?” you whispered.
He leaned in, forehead resting against yours.
“Because you were brave enough to reach for what you wanted,” he said quietly. “And because I already wanted you.”
Your breath shook.
“So the puppy act—”
“Very fun,” he admitted. “Your reactions were delightful.”
“You’re evil.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “But tell me to stop now, and I will.”
You didn’t.
Instead, you kissed him hard. This time, without potion or lies.
Luuk As A Jealous Roommate
alpha!malereader x omega!Luuk;
who passed their exams? Me! Me me me! Finally, I can get started on that req about Scara I’ve been wanting to write for so long... but first, a little bit of Luuk. Actually, that was the first a/b/o post I ever wrote but didn’t have enough brain power to translate it before others
When Luuk’s friend group suggested renting an apartment together for the duration of their studies, he thought it was a great idea. Freedom from nagging parents, splitted rent, shared meals, long gaming marathons, huge house parties and no weird, random roommates. Plenty of opportunities to create remarkable memories, experience remarkable adventures and cross a few things off the bucket list. All of this without any responsibilities or obligations. An idealistic chance to make your own decisions. In the best company of people you’ve known since being a kid. What could possibly go wrong?
As it quickly turned out, there was a lot. And surprisingly, Luuk wasn't referring to the reality check they had experienced after a month of living together. That one about which their grumpy parents were right. Spending your favorite part of a day with someone isn't the same as living with that same person under one roof twenty four on seven. Everyone had their own habits, priorities and quirks. Unwanted dishes piling up in the sink, loud music, unwashed clothes scattered about, marathons in the living room at bedtime hours and vacuuming at the crack of dawn quickly began to get in the way. Groups of clean freaks and filthy slobs began to form. Night owls and early birds. Introverts and extroverts.
Yet that wasn’t the worst of it. Strangely enough, they managed to resolve these issues rather fast. Of course, after throwing a few juicy insults and lines like “you’re not my mother.”
After all, they’d gotten used to each other over more than a decade of friendship. To everyone’s peculiar quirks. There was also no beating around the bush. They were fine with pointing out each other’s bad habits. And they were understanding enough to try and adapt for the people they cared for.
There was something else that got on Luuk’s nerves more…
Oh no! My feet are freezing! Luuk struggled to bite his tongue and stop himself from mocking Rover out loud. He watched with disgust as you and Rover were now cuddling on the couch under a thick blanket. Or at least that’s how it looked from Luuk’s perspective... To you, it might have just been an innocent request from Rover to share the blanket on a chilly evening. But Luuk immediately searched for hidden meaning. Especially since you and Rover kept bursting into laughter every few seconds. With shoulders not even inch apart. Luuk couldn't believe that it was only because of your shared desire to rest your feet on a coffee table, pilled with trash.
Omegas clung to you like bees to a honeycomb. Though it was hardly surprising... You weren’t like other alphas. You were like a peaceful sanctuary. A place where everyone wanted to relax and settle in for a while. Knowing that no one would judge them and they would be safe there. Your very own aura were enough give off such illusion. But it wasn’t just that that shaped your reputation. Above all, it was your actions. You never forced your preferences on anyone. You didn’t try to dominate any omegas. Nor did you resort to cheap tricks to try to win their favor. You gave them time and let them think things through when they had trouble making decisions. You were patient and understanding. And you genuinely wanted to listen to them. Unlike most alphas with a superiority complex who viewed omegas as inferior.
Also you didn’t let yourself get easily riled up. Always resolved conflicts with common sense and through conversation. Even in the most intense moments, you were able to refrain from lashing out at your opponent.
You were able to control yourself and your scent to an almost abnormal degree compared to other alphas. Rumors spread around the university told stories about you saving more than one omega who’d been backed into a corner. Not through fighting. But simply by gripping arrogant alpha's wrist and giving him a firm, icy stare. An authority befitting only a dominant alpha.
Gentle giant. That’s exactly how Luuk described you. Although at that particular moment, your behavior seemed extremely inappropriate and unpleasant to him. He even felt like letting out his claws and tearing you into shreds. Though it was hard for him to decide who he hated more - you or omega beside you.
Deep down, he knew you weren’t doing anything wrong. That you didn’t have “bad” intentions. Those kinds of intentions. Given how oblivious and comfortable you and Rover could be around other genders, watching a movie together under one blanket was definitely not an attempt to hit on anyone. And if Luuk had wanted to, he could just as easily have joined you two right now and accidentally brush your leg with his every now and then....
But the very idea that you considered it no big deal and freely engaged in such activities with others drove him crazy. To him, it was a big deal... If he were in Rover’s place right now, he’d consider this moment one of the most romantic in the world and would have to be careful not to let his heart leap out of his chest.
Frustrated, he gritted his sharp teeth and dug his claws into an armrests of his chair, leaving ten small holes in leather. Luuk had long since lost interest in the movie. He had only one image in his head... He even felt like doing a little omega courting himself. But he didn’t have much of a clue about what to try. And he certainly wouldn’t resort to that level of cheap flirting.
-Luuk? - you asked suddenly, realizing your friends absence.
Quite worried, you quickly ran through all the possible solutions that might cheer him up a little.
-Would you like some popcorn? I’m gonna get some-
Aww... how could he be mad at you when you were smiling at him so sweetly and innocently?
This loose omega- If it weren’t for the fact that Luuk was too dignified for that, he would’ve definitely let out a growl. He came into the kitchen just to get some tea. But he ended up sneakily peeking at his two friends, who were being a little too friendly with each other once again. Maybe standing with his back turned and seeing things only out of the corner of his eye wasn’t the best vantage point but it was enough to notice how you were wiping Rover’s face with a tissue. If omega didn’t know how to eat, he’d better not touch chopsticks at all. And not “look for excuses to get your attention”. Luuk silently thanked his lucky stars that kitchen island separated him from your table. Otherwise, he didn’t know what he would have done. This was already the tenth time this month he’d felt like kicking Rover out of your shared apartment. And it wasn’t just about him... You felt far too comfortable with all your other roommates as well. Be it omegas or betas. Whenever they asked for help, you immediately rushed to their rescue. Has Xiangli Yao been neglecting himself ever since he got absorbed in new game? You’re already on your way with a frozen vanilla latte. Is Mortefii struggling with his project? You’re more than happy to help him gather materials. Has Aalto gotten mixed up in some shady business again? You’ll scare off the suspicious individuals. You were like that for everyone. Except for Luuk. Well, maybe that’s because he was the only one who didn’t ask and didn’t seem interested...
Shameless. Luuk snorted, clenching his fist tighter around the cardboard box and crushing it completely.
But hold on-
He shouldn’t be calling his friend names like that... Rover definitely wasn’t some promiscuous omega... What was happening to Luuk? He definitely had to pull himself together...
He bit his lower lip and turned his head towards you, finally looking at you openly. He gave you a longing glimpse. But you didn’t notice him...
Or at least that’s what Luuk assumed. Surprisingly, you felt eyes on yourself. Mostly because they belonged to someone very special. You turned towards Luuk yourself and gave him a warm smile. At that, young man’s heart immediately did a flip. At the last moment, he stopped himself from grasping his chest and held onto a tabletop so he wouldn’t slide onto a floor.
Unaware of the effect you were having on him, you tilted your head slightly to the side and furrowed your brow in question. Maybe he wanted to say something?
Luuk, carried away by the flow, decided to finally take the initiative. Maybe all that frustration had finally gotten the better of him...
-[M/Nnn]~ -he whined sweetly- Could you help me reach the honey? It’s too high...
You jumped up immediately, almost knocking the chair behind you. A startled Rover looked at you slightly concerned. But before he could even ask if everything was okay, you were already standing next to Luuk. It was hard to get your attention when you swayed happily from side to side. Clasping your hands behind your back and gazing lovely at the blond-haired omega. Completely focused on Luuk, like an obedient little dog waiting for just any signal to act.
It was hard to even describe your happiness but it radiated from you so brightly that it was easy to feel. A wide smile, stretching almost from ear to ear. Blinding with the glow of your white fangs. Luuk would have chuckled at this feeling touched, if he hadn’t just slipped into the role of a competitor.
A rivalry in which he was the only one participating… Because Rover quickly went back to scrolling through Instagram during dinner.
Luuk was a very independent omega. He always preferred to do everything on his own, thereby wanting to prove his worth. He rarely asked for your help. And once you moved in together, he stopped doing that entirely... You had to admit that your inner wolf felt very distressed by this. After all, helping Luuk always made your alpha feel the most fulfilled and satisfied.
-Where is it? - you asked in a seemingly low voice yet unusually eager.
Luuk decided to brush a strand of his hair back. And you watched intently as his long, slender, snow-white fingers smoothed the silky strands. With a slow, precise motion. And later how the same hand -almost sacred in your eyes- pointed to a small glass jar on top of a highest shelf. It was probably there because no one had used it since your parents’ visit. Including Luuk...
While you were hunting for honey, Luuk took the opportunity to discreetly size you up. Your large silhouette cast a shadow over him and blocked the light coming from the center of a room. It was as if you were trapping his petite form in a blind alley and tightening your embrace around him as if he were a helpless victim. Claustrophobic circumstances made your friend's breathing quicken. Though his reaction wasn't really due to a fear but rather an attempt to keep a straight face in front of someone he was drawn to. Luuk realized all over again just how tall you were. He had to tilt his head back and look up at you from below. At such a close distance, the effect gave a completely different impression. You became so intimidating... Luuk rarely listened to his omega. But now he fully understood what it meant to want to submit to an alpha...
He discreetly swallowed his saliva and quickly turned his back to you. Lowering his gaze to the mug sitting on a counter. A delicate strawberry blush crept onto his cheeks while his pulse quickened dangerously.
Yet situation was only getting worse. He felt as you approached him... Standing right behind him... Your subtle scent growing stronger and teasing his nostrils. You were practically pressing against his body. Wrapping yourself around him. Despite clothes separating you, Luuk could feel how every single spot where you touched begin to heat up. Thrown off his natural calm, he quickly clenched his hips. Stressed by continued disruption, which didn’t decrease as you leaned over him with your arm outstretched. Standing slightly on your toes to reach for something that normally wouldn’t be accessible without a stool. You even began to gently rest your weight on Luuk’s back and this sent a clear message to his omega that felt overwhelmed.
However once you reached your goal, you quickly stepped back. Standing tall, with your chest thrust forward. Extremely proud of yourself for being able to help an omega through his free will. This omega...
Luuk seemed to snap back to reality. He tensed up quickly and rolled his eyes. Typical. Stupid alpha. You were all the same. Simple-minded. Your instincts kicked easily at the sight of a "vulnerable omega ".
Without even waiting for a second, Luuk tightened his grip on the mug and turned on his heel. Leaving the kitchen as quickly as possible. Leaving you alone....
Dumbfounded.
With an unopened jar of honey in your hands...
-Oh... thank you~
Luuk smiled sweetly as he took the steaming mug from you. He inhaled its aroma with delight. But got slightly surprised in the process, sensing a unique ingredient in it... Drinking hot tea with honey while lying under a blanket late at night. Beside a crackling fireplace and with snow falling outside the window. That’s exactly how he always described your scent. It seemed so warm to him-... Soothing-... Providing a sense of security and sweet coziness all at once. It wasn’t just a vision of a perfect home that enveloped his senses as he breathed you in. Your pheromones really did smell like black tea sweetened with nectar. With a hint of heavy ash. And a dark aura of mystery provided by the dim light of the late hour.
Delighted Luuk settled more comfortably on a sofa, trying not to get tangled up in a fluffy blanket. His mood was rather different from yours but you tried not to show it. Especially when out of habit you suggested a movie night on Friday. Words just slipped out before you had a chance to think. Despite your weekend tradition, spending the evening together probably wasn’t a good idea. Not when the rest of your group had gone back to their family homes, a party, or locked themselves in their rooms, declaring firmly that they wouldn’t come out until they’d beaten the final boss.
It definitely wasn’t a good idea when your alpha was feeling so rejected… You weren’t one hundred percent sure why recent events had gotten you down so much. But for the past two days, right up until tonight, your avoided the kitchen like a plague and asked Jiyan to bring all your meals to your room. Just the sight of those kitchen cabinets made you feel sad. You would have burst into tears if it weren’t for the fact that you hadn’t cried since kindergarten. When your stupid older brother convinced you that such behavior wasn’t suitable for an alpha.
You just wanted to help... After all, he asked you for it himself... Other omegas weren't so harsh... Only he always seemed so out of reach... But at the same time, he showed you tenderness whenever you needed it and took care of you and your whole little pack of friends. He held other omegas’ hair when they were throwing up in seedy bathroom at the bar. Cooked dinner for alphas when they got sick after a game in pouring rain. And with motherly care, he’d give them a light slap on the head as a warning. He explained difficult topics in sciences when Mortefii and Xiangli Yao had long since lost their patience. Let himself be dragged into silly board games even when others didn’t feel like it, just to bring a smile to one specific person’s face. And gave advice in tough situations, just like any older brother would.
Luuk was just so perfect. If only he’d let you take care of him-
Or at least not changed his mind after he’d already given you hope that you’d finally be able to be of some use. Even if it was something as silly as handing him an item...
You sat down heavily next to your friend. You set your drink aside, not really interested in staying hydrated. Of course it's not like you boiled the water just to have an excuse to make him something to warm up… You looked gloomily at the screen in front of you. Pixels displayed something that was most likely supposed to be a romantic comedy. You hadn’t expected this but for the sake of the situation, you tried to focus on the plot as best you could.
Completely unaware that right next to you, a battle of thoughts were also taking a place in your roommate’s mind.
After all, you were sitting next to each other. He’d finally gotten his chance. Luuk didn’t like cheap tricks or easy solutions. But then again, he could play to his strengths. He’d certainly do it better than other omegas, he believed he had more to offer. Though, you were probably too stupid to figure that out on your own... That’s why Luuk had to take pity on you and help you get on the right track. After all, who said the alpha has to make the first move? One had to move with times. Before you get snatched by someone else... Even if it costs Luuk a few points of dignity…
Maybe he’ll let you smell a little of his pheromones? After all, you used to like them. They always calmed you down on tough days at college. When sensory overload gave you migraines. When stress of trying to please everyone was overwhelming your body. When your rut was approaching and despite its severity, you couldn’t take time off until it actually started. You were never the type to ask for such things openly. But Luuk always noticed when something was wrong with your health and he knew you wouldn’t dare burden anyone else with it. He was the only one -as the oldest in your group- to whom you could open up and dare to reveal your weaknesses. Even if those situations were very rare.
That’s when something clicked inside him. He remembered those circumstances… He also remembered his jealousy.
He ran his claws over his favorite porcelain mug -the one you’d specially chosen for him- and fixed his gaze on you. Instinctively, you felt it right away. You turned your head toward him and despite your gloomy mood, managed to force your usual smile. The one you’d always saved exclusively for him. A pleasant warmth immediately spread through Luuk’s chest. His omega felt noticed. And there was nothing better than the attention of an alpha you liked. But Luuk didn’t let himself be fooled by the sudden rush of endorphins. With a quick wave he brushed aside his omega’s excitement and handed you the half-empty cup. You quickly set it down on a coffee table, right next to yours. Eagerly seizing any opportunity to live up to his expectations. Even if you’d been rejected recently...
-...alpha- your ears perked up
You immediately tensed up and stared at Luuk with wide eyes. That melodious, welcoming and coaxing voice. Quiet, confident- as if wanting to draw attention and persuade you to choose him. Certain of his success.
You felt shivers similar to those an alpha feels at his omega’s purring. All your worries and doubts flew out the window. Sudden calm and fulfillment washed over you, nicely tickling your insides. At the same time your senses were racing like crazy. You feared you’d misheard. But you couldn’t have- Not at a moment like this.
That word had a special meaning. Especially when spoken that way-… Especially by an unmarked omega-…
-I'm cold~
He finally finished in a tempting voice and you practically growled. He was clearly toying with you.
-You’ve never called me that before…
-Am I not supposed to? - he tilted his head to the side in question, faking his innocence
He took great pleasure in being able to evoke all those reactions within you.
-Not when we’re friends…
Luuk pretended to think about it for a moment. And you stared at him with anticipation. As if held back by a thin line. Unaware of how this sudden, unexpected situation might unfold.
-Then court me, alpha~
He smiled flirtatiously and you were done for.
It was like an impulse. A spark lit up in your eyes. Your drowsiness faded away. Instinct took control. And with abnormal, wolf-like speed, you crossed the distance between you.
You didn’t break eye contact. Faces inches apart. Scents mixed. You blindly grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the headrest.
-What did you say?
You asked urgently and Luuk laughed, touched by it. In the end it was so easy to rile you up. Even you could lose your cool when you cared about someone. He was so pleased with himself. Why did he wait so long to try this?
-You should be a good alpha - he said suddenly, truly amused. Cooling your enthusiasm - Well? Chop chop- I only asked for a little warmth~
Right. Warmth. Your omega was cold... You should have provided him with some heat right away.
You moved closer, wanting to cover Luuk with your whole body but he seemed to have a slightly different idea.
Blonde beauty giggled and then shook his head dismissively.
Oh, Jue, he always chuckled so adorably… Deep inside, your alpha was practically humming with delight. He was as excited as a puppy that had just been rubbed on a belly.
-Alpha… you’re not listening - he pointed out as the distance between you decreased and pressure on his delicate wrists grew - I’d rather not have any bruises and we are gonna miss the show
Oh…
That’s all of the attention…
Your imaginary ears drooped, “tail” stopped wagging and corners of your mouth went down. With a heavy head, you slipped along Luuk's chest until you land onto a blanket covering his lap.
Big bad wolf quickly turned into a sad, dejected little puppy. Luuk couldn't help but comfort you. As a good omega would. He let you lie down more comfortably along the couch and then ran one of his hands through your disheveled hair. Despite your wounded pride, you grunted with satisfaction at the pleasant massage
Luuk placed his other hand next to your face. So as to not block your view, yet still provide you with a comforting stroke across your cheek. Before he could do that however, you stuck out your tongue and began to gently and meticulously lick his wrist. In an apologetic gesture. You hoped it didn’t hurt him and that he wouldn’t be mad at you… You didn’t like letting your animal instincts get the better of you-
wuthering waves ⇢ “I CAN HOLD THE WORLD IN MY HANDS”
how they react to you saying you can hold the world in your hands then gently cupping their face
ft. aalto, luuk, mortefi & brant
AALTO has just gotten back from his recent travel and he’s rambling on and on about the places he went to, people he came across, and the one time he got himself in—and out, he emphasizes—of trouble. you swear you’re all ears but at some point, your focus shifts to the man himself and the conversation is pushed to the background. before your mind can drift any further, aalto boops your nose. “wh- huh?” you snap out of your daydream. “got distracted there,” he says with a chuckle, “stay here with me.” “sorry,” you turn sheepish, “i was just thinking.” “care to share?” aalto prods, tilting his head in curiosity but his voice playfully shifts into its persuasive lilt like he’s playing broker, “i can keep a secret.” with a smile, you roll your eyes at his joshing but you show him anyway. you raise your hands to cradle his face in your palms, immediately noticing the slightest hitch of his breath at your gesture. you remain quiet for a moment as you relish in the satisfaction coursing through you for catching such an elusive man off guard. “i’m gonna need you to be more specific than that,” aalto quips when he regains his composure and it gets a hearty laugh out of you. so you tell him, “i can hold the world in my hands.” in a matter of seconds, you watch how the smile on his lips widens to a grin then it morphs into his signature smirk but just before the brazenness fully takes over his visage, aalto’s already turned into mist to release himself from your hold, appearing behind you before you can blink. soon, he’s snaking his arms around your torso. “would you look at that?” he drawls, resting his chin on your shoulder, “so can i.”
“you look like you have something to say,” LUUK speaks up, breaking the prolonged but comfortable silence between the two of you. earlier, he invited you over for coffee and now here you are, sat across from the blond and peering over your cup as you admire him silently. “i don’t know what you mean,” you tell him but the playful smile on your lips says otherwise. luuk chortles at your blatant lie, “you do realize i read people for a living.” when luuk only gets a chuckle out of you, he asks again, “what is it?” “do you think i can hold the world in my hands?” your random question renders luuk absolutely stupefied with his mouth hanging open but not a single word comes out. with a giggle, you quip, “you asked.” despite his confusion, the ever so patient doctor decides to humor you anyway, “okay. show me.” his attention on you now is so steady that it’s starting to make you self-conscious at the cheesiness of it all but you still grant his request. you lean over the table with outstretched hands until they softly land on each side of his face and luuk is speechless once more, so uncharacteristically stunned. you await his reaction, expecting him to blush but instead, you catch his teeth digging into his bottom lip—he’s holding in a laugh. embarrassed, you pull away from him and settle back into your seat but you’re laughing yourself, “jerk. i was trying to be sweet.” at that, luuk finally laughs with you. “it is,” he says, reaching across the table to take your hand, “it was just unexpected, is all.” he brings your knuckles to his lips for a peck but not before teasing, “you’re always so serious.” you gasp in mock offense, “i can be fun!”
MORTEFI has been holed up in his lab for hours, a faint scowl—which looks almost identical to his resting face—etched on his visage as he stares at stacks of paperwork. “you busy?” it was a stupid question because he obviously is but he doesn’t seem to mind. he momentarily takes off his glasses to rub the strain from his eyes before he addresses you. “i have time. did you need something?” “well…” you act as if you’re deep in thought, “i’m conducting a study myself.” “oh?” he perks up at your statement and you feel a sense of satisfaction surge through you. “yup,” you proudly confirm, walking over to him as he follows you with expectant eyes, “i’m trying to see if i can hold the world in my hands.” before he gets the chance to ask, you’re already bringing up your hands to his face in a gentle touch. mortefi clearly is at a loss for words. he fails to come up with a response, resorting to a slight shake of his head but he’s obviously amused by you from the way a smile begins to tug at the corners of his lips. “you look really stressed lately. i just wanted to loosen you up a little,” you tell him almost apologetically for taking up his time but he only meets your gaze with soft eyes. there’s a gleam in them that oozes adoration but his tone remains neutral when he plays along with your jest, “i suppose the result of your experiment is rather… favorable.” “good,” you beam before giving him a peck on the nose, “now i’ll leave you to your actual research.” mortefi simply chuckles but before you can pull away and peel your hands from his skin, he leaves a tender kiss against your palm.
a slow day at work, BRANT would call days like this—days when he can take you out at sea to breathe in the breeze and listen to the sloshing of the waves. it’s not often that you’re granted this serenity. “a penny for your thoughts?” brant sidles up to you. without his crew and the air of captaincy surrounding him, he appears more boyish. endearing, you mentally note. “it’s peaceful out here,” you reply, “i like it.” “i’m glad,” he beams at you before presenting a paper scroll—yellowing, tearing at the edges and most definitely old, “look what i found.” he presents you a map with childlike wonder, his eyes turning into a fuchsia sea of stars, “what treasure do you think we’ll find?” unbeknownst to him, you couldn’t care less about any of it. “who needs treasure when i can have the whole world?” brant responds with a chuckle, “the whole world, huh? well then, i better start informing my crew about that,” he adjusts his hat in a very captain-like manner before bragging, “it’s gonna take some extra work but nothing that the fools can’t do.” it’s all jest on your part but you doubt if brant shares your sentiment. still, you giggle at his enthusiasm, your heart filled to the brim with adoration as you hold his face with gentle hands. “silly,” you coo, “i already have it right here.” for a moment, he looks taken aback by the spontaneous gesture but it’s not long before he’s taking your hands to spin you in place while he dances around you in some sort of unorganised waltz. in a fit of giggles, you manage to ask him, “what are you doing?” brant doesn’t reply in an instant but gradually, he slows down until he’s come to a halt and standing before you once more, “we both know the world revolves around the sun.”
3.2 basically