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.
“Firstly I’ve told you not to get in situations where you’re in danger.”
Luuk’s eyes shift as he turns his head away from you to make a point.
“I brought results didn’t I..? That should be enough.”
Seeing his stubbornness continue you simply sigh with a cross of your arms. A smile tugging at your lips before you step closer.
“Secondly…don’t make me worry, do you think that because I’m the only one to worry for you my feelings are invalid..?” He hesitates to speak at your words, Your light hearted tone making his eyes soften. Like an invisible chain on a dog..your words when soften tugged on his leash. Just to remind him of who he was owned by. “I remember telling you not to get involved directly…results are useless if you’re not back with them.” Luuk felt his heart throb..eyes staring over the sunset which slightly blinded him.
Had you forced yourself to get closer and stare longer at him. You would’ve noticed the pink tint on his cheeks.
If only you knew how long he had longed for you. Despite your worries affecting you. He couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his chest knowing you cared for him. From the moment he met you, he’d never would’ve guess that you’d become this dear to him. Not at all. The very moment when he first met you, you were mean, cruel, serious and selfish. How could he fall in love with someone like that? Someone who puts their needs above all else. Even if it includes hurting others involved to do so. But of course eventually he understood, that it was not you who was born that way. The world simply made you to be. Along the way you had managed to gain his respect. Seeing how you were still kind to those who had the fortune of being able to stay around you.
When things had gotten difficult for him, you were always behind him. A patting hand…a way to comfort his hurting heart. It’s not like you were much good with words. Because when you tried, it seemed that you ended up embarrassing yourself. Enough so that for a moment he’d laugh horrendously about it. “Oh cmon…I’m trying to make you feel better here.” His laugh grew louder..clutching at his stomach. Cheeks turning red flush from not being able to catch his breath.
“That was horrible!”
More than respect..you were considered a friend to him now. Someone who he could lean on slightly, to let his troubles slip from mind for a moment while he spent time with you. He found himself noticing you a lot more and as that went on. Luuk understood that just because you were someone dear to him, didn’t mean the same applied to you. The way you teased him with a sly smile, your generous gestures, your silly way of making him feel better weren’t just for him. Those actions belonged to everyone who was lucky enough to be called your friend. That day of realization felt like a stab in the heart for him. So rather than respecting you or considering you a friend, the conclusion in his mind came to be.
He was in love with you.
“Be honest with me. That face you have on right now..it’s one of a man in love.” You were a perceptive idiot. Of course he was in love..yet you were the only one to not see that it was you who he loved. Shrugging you off with a quick wave of his hand Luuk sighed. “What are you talking about? Has all that stress of searching for your book made you see things?” A low whine is quick to escape you leaning against his shoulder, Your head resting on it. The sun glitters across your golden hues wonderfully. Enough for him to forget about the giant sun in front of him and focus on your eyes only. You had this poor fool wrapped around your finger while being completely unaware of it.
“Maybe it is..which is why I want you to stay at the academy..whoever they are, settle down with them. Enjoy life…be happy.” Luuk’s heart sank in, eyes squinting in not being able to hide his pained expression. “Be happy, I won’t be here all the time to make sure you are.” Your choice of words make panic run through him. Turning in disbelief at what you’re saying..and so easily as well.
“Don’t be ridiculous..what are you even saying.” Say you’re only teasing. Please tell him this is all a big joke..why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye even though you’re not. Don’t laugh it off like the idiot you are..explain to him. Lean on him…just as he leans on you.
“Haha..I guess you’re right. But I’m only saying because life isn’t promised forever you know?” You’re lying and he can tell. Don’t you know this fool knows you like the palm of his hand. You don’t miss the tight grip of his hand against yours. Eyes that look like they’re on the verge of spilling tears. It makes your own go wide..your breath hitching in worry. “L-Luuk.? I’m sorry I didn’t t-.”
“I want to be happy with you.” Luuk whispers..almost pathetically..begging someone who’s sole purpose in life is find some stupid item. Who’s life revolves around this item. Who’s way of truly being satisfied in life is to find this item.
“Can’t I be happy with you..? Can’t I settle and enjoy the rest of my life with you..?”
He doesn’t know why he asked. He already knows the answer is no. When hearing no response his grip on your hand tightens even more. Lifting his head up enough before tilting it slightly to press his lips against your own. He wants to sob when you don’t push him back. Arms clinging around your neck and tugging you much closer towards him.
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From that moment on..he stopped hearing from you. You stopped checking in on him. You stopped caring. If only you could imagine his reaction in finding you again. Wanting to angrily stomp over towards you and demand reason. But when you approach, you didn’t seem to recognize him..were you pretending.? All these years and this is the first thing you did? It made him seethe inside.
“Oh? I didn’t take you for the type to be interested in these?” Luuk chuckles..picking out a book from the top shelves you’re so desperately looking at. Of course he’s lying…he kept these books for your return. They were your prized collection. How could he ever throw them out. But with him leaning down and getting incredibly close, you tensed up. Your cheeks flushing slightly before you laughed the awkwardness off. He paused after that..whatever had been running through his head immediately out the window.
“What’s with you so close huh..? Trying to kiss me?”
His eyes glanced down at you in memory. Where was the confidence..not easily embarrassed you. The one who’d simply get closer to make others aware of you. It was something small but he had caught it almost immediately. Had you lost your memory..? Had something happened to you..is that why you left him all those years ago.? Luuk felt a harsh throb in his heart. You hadn’t abandon him?
“You’d enjoy this one much more than that one. It’s better to understand from here.” He offered a small smile..gloved hand reaching out for you take the book from his hand. While you reached to take it, his grip caught your wrist.
“Just..a question.? May I know your name?”
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“In here this late again? Maybe I should start locking up so you don’t stay up this late.” Luuk’s voice rings you out of your busy mind. A light chuckle leaves his lips while he gently hits you on your head with his clipboard. Even with forgotten memories there’s still traces of the old you in your present self. He remembers the times he’d often had to physically drag you out of this library. “Rest is an important part in being able to retain information. Surely you don’t want to read without understanding..” with an awkward laugh you nod. Bookmarking the book you had before closing it. “I hadn’t realized it was this late. I didn’t mean to be a bother in your library Dr.Herssen.” His sharp eyes flick away so you don’t catch the annoyance he felt at you calling him that.
“Nonsense. It doesn’t bother me at all. But you know..I told you to drop the formalities..isn’t calling me Luuk much easier..?” When directing his gaze back at you once more, he couldn’t contain the glee in them when you tensed up. His heart swelling at your cuteness..the person who’d once have him tensing in embarrassment and jolting being reduced to this. It only made him step closer towards you. The soft tapping of his footsteps seeming to echo loudly in the library. “Am I really not someone you can feel comfortable around.? It’s quite a shame really.” Letting out an awkward laugh you shook your head.
“Of course not! I just have a bit of trouble adapting L-luuk..I don’t wanna make it seem as if I’m disrespectful for already being so informal!” How sweet..just the sweetest ever. With your back against the wall and his hand trapping you from escaping by hovering over your shoulder, how could one not feel awkward.
Your eyes are quick to fall. Finding the ground to be much more interesting. Luuk raised a brow, hand leaning down to slowly tuck a messy strand of hair sticking out, behind your ear. “You know..you looked a lot more comfortable with the president rather than with me…are you two perhaps much closer?” His tongue rolled against the inside of his cheek in anger. Crimson eyes digging into your form in hunger, desire, want..anything to describe how badly it felt to want to be ravished by you once more. “The p-president?! Huh? I mean…I just..well I met her first..but that does-.” He stopped listening when you started explaining. The jealousy burning him from the inside.
His hand soon hooks onto your face with a squeeze. He only just got you back. He’s not about to let you fall in love with another. Letting you go once was a mistake, a mistake he won’t repeat. “You always seem to go to her when something worries you. If you come to me I’ll have no trouble in helping you solve whatever needs be.” Is the expression of this ugly jealousy the same he had back then..? Pathetic, tense, desperate to keep you at hand. What did you think of him then..? What did you think of him now? “Doct-"
“Luuk..” he corrects. Making your mouth close immediately as he interrupts. “Call me Luuk..just Luuk.” His pupils sharpen at the look of worry on your face. You..a powerful being filled of incredible knowledge…scared of him. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. Once he hears you whisper his name so lovingly he’s satisfied. Stepping back, his signature smile on as always before he pulls a piece of candy from his coat. “Good job!”
He doesn’t wait for you to take slowly unwrapping the piece before placing it between your lips. Leaning down enough for his tongue to push the candy inside your own mouth. “You can lean on me. Only on me okay..?” You felt as if you had skipped a few things. What exactly led to this very moment?
To Luuk now being pushed against a couch. The library door now locked? Underneath you he squirmed, hands wrapped around your neck while both your tongues played around with the candy. Passing it back forth, your tongues brushing against each other. He gasped into your mouth as you devoured him, his body arching up against yours in a desperate attempt to get even closer. His hands clutched at your shoulders, fingers digging in slightly when he lost himself in the kiss. Tongue wrapping with yours happily. With every swipe of your tongue he shivered in delight. Once the candy had been sucked by the two of you into a small size, he couldn’t help his teeth latching onto your bottom lip.
Tugging at it before breaking the kiss with a final pop. You weren’t sure why you felt your body burning. Had a simple kiss already made you such a heated mess? Your mind had no room for that now, not when you had this delicious body arching for you in need. Your hot lips nibbling and pecking roughly on his pale neck. Rough grunts leaving your throat when feeling his hands start tugging at your belt. “L-Luuk..just- hold on..something-“ your breath hitched…melting when his clothed cunt grinds on you so wonderfully. What were you about to say? You’re not sure.
Your tongue sticks out with a heavy groan..licking your way down to his already exposed chest. Keeping his shirt press upwards enough to reveal his nipples. Nibbling and latching on to them. So eagerly that he chuckled at the sight. Eyes practically heart shaped. Lifting a gloved hand to gently pet at your head almost as if encouraging you to continue to do whatever you’d like. “S-see..I’m even helping you solve this problem…all you need to do is ask me for help.” Luuk whines..your teeth biting down gently on the fat around the nipple. Your hand firmly comes to cup his chest. Those dangerous eyes of yours…full of heat and desire enough to make him shiver.
“Like my chest..nnh! That m-much?” Luuk whimpers. Eyes slightly lowered in relief when you tugged down his pants along with his underwear. Exposing his throbbing wet cunt, soaked completely and ready to be taken by you once more. Just you. The next part of pulling out your cock was easier. His heart stopping for a moment, glancing up at you with flushed cheeks and a grin. “H-haha..look how much bigger you’ve gotten.” Taking your thick cock with both hands he whined. Slapping your length against his sensitive folds..gently rubbing the two of them together to get your cock drenched with his juices. “Just go in okay..? I wanna feel every inch of you..” he hums.
“R-rougher…just go-! In deeper!” Luuk sobs, tears slipping from his eyes as you have your way with him. But you only stare down at him with a pitiful expression. One that makes him feel horrible…one that makes him feel as if he had forced you to take him. Your hips pick up pace..the fat thickness of your cock stretching him completely. Yet your heart was not in the moment. You weren’t making love to him…you were simply fucking. Focused on only his pleasure…not on your own. He could see you were holding back, it only made this heavily feeling much worse for him. Your pace was slow, yet your girth completely made up for that. Hips slamming down wonderfully on his pussy. Probably leaving it bruised with each motion. The fat of his cunt lips wrapped around you firmly, opening widely before closing with a wet clench when feeling only your tip inside.
The digging of your cock inside of his womb shook him to his core. God he couldn’t help but to admit to coming a little as your hips grind down in a roll. Luuk’s heel arched just as much as his back. Wiggling his hips enough to hopefully get you to violate right on his sweet spot. “B-big.! You’re so ahh! Bigg..!” The bulge poking from his stomach was evidence of that. He doesn’t seem to get much a reaction from you. Luuk feels embarrassed, does he not turn you on? Even if you didn’t see him that way..was he not at least desirable?
Luuk’s daze was pounded out of him. Feeling your cock finally sinking in. His clothes a mess..scattered around the floor. Your teeth leaving deep mark bites all over his body. Already so responsive. So unlike the you from the past. Hips soon picked at their pace…the echoing slaps of his pussy on your cock. From how much his cunt leaked, wet splats landed on his tummy. Your hips which were once controlled now moved freely, nothing compared to the first time you both did it. Your strength, thickness, size have him shaking from pleasure. Even you finally fit your stupidity big cock inside of him fully with one rough thrust.
His eyes go wide. A rough grunt coming from your throat as you bite down on his exposed shoulder. Your hands taking both of his to intertwine them together before pressing them against the couch with a huff. To your shock he clenches aggressively around you. Pussy fluttering around your size. Twitching from coming so easily, at something so silly.
Stomach dipping in from the deep breath he took, eyes glazing with tears. Never in his life had he’d been wetter, this was dream. You making love to him, deep, raw and mostly important with love. He’s sure by now the couch underneath you two is soiled with his juices. But that doesn’t matter now. Your heavy weight presses right up on him.
Your cock sinking all the way into his womb, only pulling out the tip before shamelessly slamming back inside. The echoing in the library ringing back at each filthy tighten of his cunt. Sloppy grinds and thrusts, his pleasure not being the only one which is being chased. Luuk’s thighs violently shake, clasping around your hips and squeezing tight enough to keep you from slipping out more than you need too. At this point back lifting off the couch and clinging onto you by arching up on you. Letting one of his palms escape your grip, with a breathy whine hooking against your neck and letting his weight cling to you.
Nails digging into your skin, enough to leave a trail of red marks down where he scratched.
“Inside…! F-finish inside..p-please!” Luuk gasped his release leaking down your length. Hips shaking and trying their best to keep you from slipping out. His face ruined and pathetic..hopeful for you to just claim him as yours. If this is the one thing he can do to get you to feel closer. To remind himself that even if you reject him..he was once yours.
Though the weak grip of his thighs didn’t seem to do much. Already spent and shaking, you easily pulled out..your hot release spilling all over his chest and stomach. As you two settled in the silence of finally having finished he raised his hands to cover his face. Ashamed of wanting someone this much. Ashamed of the way his heart broke and face twitched in effort to keep his soft cries in.
His watery eyes now looked down at where you two were connected. A ring of white around the base of your cock which was shoved just right to reach his womb. He could feel the splutters of your come dripping inside of him. “I-I’m sorry..I couldn’t, hold it.” You whine, face digging into his shoulder to hide the shame on your face. He doesn’t know how it happened or what made you lose your memories but he doesn’t care anymore. Reaching out a hand to come and gently brush at your head. Now that he had you here, able to teach you to fully understand and appreciate his feelings for you.
The late afternoon sun slanted through the half-closed blinds of Mr. Luuk Herssen's office, casting long golden stripes across the polished wooden desk. Startorch Academy was nearly empty now, the distant echoes of volleyball practice long faded, leaving only the faint hum of the air conditioner and the ticking of the wall clock. You sat rigid in the chair opposite him, your knuckles white around the strap of your bag, heart thudding so hard you were sure he could hear it.
Your report card lay between you like evidence at a trial. The grades in Biotechnology stared up accusingly. A string of barely passing marks that had dipped dangerously low this semester. Remedial notices. Warnings. One more slip, and the athletic scholarship committee would start asking questions you couldn't answer.
Luuk leaned back in his chair, one elbow propped on the armrest, fingers steepled under his chin. Those sharp red eyes studied you with that familiar mix of amusement and something darker, something you could never quite name. Although, to the rest of the school, he was the golden teacher. Charming, brilliant, the young biotechnology instructor every girl whispered about in the hallways. The one who smiled kindly when he handed back perfect scores, who stayed late to help struggling students. The school doctor who patched up sprains and bruises with gentle hands.
But with you, he was different. Always had been.
"You've been distracted lately," he said, voice low and smooth, like he was commenting on the weather instead of dismantling your entire future.
"Practice running late? That part-time job at the café keeping you up?"
You swallowed. He knew about the café. Of course he did.
You'd come to class exhausted more than once, eyes red from closing shifts that ran past midnight because detention had made you late again. Detentions you'd somehow earned only in his class. Forgotten assignments. Misplaced lab reports. Small, infuriating mistakes that never seemed to happen anywhere else.
"I can manage," you said, forcing steadiness into your voice. "I''ll catch up during break."
He tilted his head, lips curving into that half-smile that made your stomach twist. "Will you? Because from where I'm sitting, it doesn't look like it." He tapped the report card with one finger. "As your homeroom teacher and the scholarship liaison for athletes, I have to file a formal review next week. Low academic performance jeopardizing athletic eligibility... that's not a good look for the school's star player."
The words landed like stones in your gut. Star player. MVP. The reason you were here at all, far from Rinascita and parents who had never understood why their only daughter wanted to chase a ball across a court instead of board meetings and company legacies. The scholarship was everything—tuition, boarding house fees, the freedom to keep playing without crawling back home.
You lifted your chin. "I'll fix it."
"Will you?" he repeated softly. He leaned forward then, forearms resting on the desk, closing the distance until you caught the faint scent of his cologne, something clean and sharp, like pine and antiseptic. "Because I've been watching you try, Y/N. And you're failing."
Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. Outside, a janitor's cart rattled down the empty hallway.
Then he spoke again, quieter. "But I could help."
Your eyes snapped to his. "What?"
"I could make this disappear." He gestured lazily at the report card. "Adjustments to your grades. A glowing recommendation to the committee. Extra credit opportunities no one else gets." His gaze held yours, unblinking. "You'd pass my class with flying colors. Scholarship safe. No more stress."
Relief flickered through you, sharp and desperate, before suspicion drowned it. Nothing at Startorch came free. Especially not from him.
"What's the catch?"
His smile widened, slow and predatory. "You'd become my teacher's pet."
The phrase hung in the air, simple on the surface, loaded underneath. You'd heard girls joke about it before: running errands, grading papers, staying late to organize lab equipment.
Favors for favors.
But the way he said it, the way his eyes traced your face, down to where your practice shirt clung to sweat-damp skin... it felt different. And for the record, you'd always thought he hated you. The constant teasing, the special attention that felt like punishment.
Oh my Sentinel...
To think the statement came out of Doctor Herssen's mouth... that Mr. Luuk Herssen.
"What exactly..." you asked carefully, "would that involve?"
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stood and rounded the desk, each step deliberate until he stood beside your chair. Close enough that you had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. Close enough to see the faint stubble along his jaw, the way his throat moved when he swallowed.
"Whatever I need," he said finally. "Whenever I need it." His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your cheek, the touch feather-light but searing.
"Starting with staying after school tomorrow. My office. Door locked."
18+ MDNI, slow-burn tension and dry humping addiction — when doctor luuk herssen finally lets you use him after the longest shift of your lives…
the surge hit at 3 a.m., a multi-core discord nest that spilled into startorch’s outer districts. the academy’s medical wing turned into chaos: resonators flooding in with resonance burns, frequency hemorrhages, vitals crashing left and right.
luuk didn’t leave the procedure room for eighteen ho beneath urs straight. blonde hair escaping its tie, faint teal tips damp with sweat, red eyes bloodshot but steady as he calibrated stabilizer after stabilizer, voice calm even when a patient coded twice.
you were right beside him the whole time. his shadow, his second set of hands.
passing instruments, calling adjustments, catching the subtle shifts in the spectrograms he was too focused to notice.
by the time the last patient stabilized and the ward finally quieted, dawn was bleeding through the blinds. both of you were running on fumes and stale coffee.
he locks the on-call room door behind you without a word.
the space is tiny. one narrow bunk, one dim lamp, the faint smell of antiseptic clinging to your scrubs.
you kick off your shoes, collapse face-down on the mattress.
“i’m never moving again,” you mumble into the pillow.
luuk huffs a tired laugh, the closest he gets to humor after a shift like that.
he sits on the edge, starts untying what’s left of his hair, blonde strands falling loose over his forehead.
you roll onto your side, watching him.
even wrecked, he’s beautiful. red eyes half-lidded, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble.
the silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid.
these moments have been happening more often, stolen minutes after brutal shifts where the professional wall thins just enough for something else to slip through.
you crawl into his lap without asking. he lets you. hands settling on your waist like they belong there.
“bad one today,” you whisper, forehead against his.
“mm.” his thumbs stroke slow circles over your scrubs. “you were perfect.”
the praise hits soft but deep.
you shift, straddling him properly, and feel him already half-hard beneath the thin fabric of his pants.
you’ve discovered this addiction slowly. how good it feels to grind on him clothed, chasing friction without the intensity of full penetration when you’re both too exhausted for anything more.
it started as teasing. turned into need.
you roll your hips once, slow. the ridge of his cock catches perfectly against your clit through layers of fabric.
both of you exhale.
“again,” he murmurs, voice rough from hours of commanding the OR. red eyes fixed on you.
you do.
slow, deliberate grinds—dragging your soaked core over his bulge, panties clinging, scrubs growing damp. wet sounds start almost immediately, obscene in the quiet room.
his hands slide down to grip your ass, guiding but not taking over. “use me,” he says quietly. “however you need.”
you whimper, speeding up, chasing that perfect angle where your clit drags just right. your hands brace on his shoulders, nails digging through his shirt.
“luuk—feels so good like this… don’t wanna stop…”
he groans, head tipping back as his fingers rake through his hair, slicking the blond strands away from his face. his cock throbs under you, leaking pre-cum that darkens his scrubs, making everything slicker.
“you’re soaking through both of us,” he rasps, red eyes glazed. “fuck—look at you. humping me like you’ll die without it.”
you nod frantically, grinding harder, tits bouncing up and down beneath your thin top. he pulls the fabric up then and easily unhooked your bra. wasting no time, his mouth latching onto one nipple. sucking sloppy, tongue swirling, teeth grazing.
the added sensation snaps something in you.
“luuk—gonna cum—please—”
“do it,” he growls around your breast, popping off with a wet smack. “cum all over my cock like this. make a mess of us.”
your hips stutter, orgasm crashing hard—you gush through your panties, hot and messy, soaking both layers of fabric as you cry out his name.
the clenching, the heat, the sight of you falling apart. it’s too much.
he bucks up once, twice, and comes with a choked groan, thick ropes spurting into his scrubs, mixing with your slick until everything between you is ruined and warm.
you collapse against his chest, panting.
after a minute he flips you gently onto your back, red eyes dark and hungry again despite the exhaustion.
“my turn now,” he says, voice low, fingers already hooking into your waistband. “been patient long enough.”
Can I request a fic with Luuk x reader who has oral fixation? Luuk notices that his s/o is biting their nails (a little bit of a projection from my side hehe) so he gives them something else to suck on (๑﹏๑//)
this idea is so good anon, thank u! also i really missed writing luuk :( if only wp hadn't removed my luuk fic </3 but oh well. hope u enjoy this lil crumb ^^
𑣲 18+, luuk always has a better idea to help his beloved drop their bad habits
the heavy oak doors of luuk’s office clicked shut. you didn’t even look up from the sprawling mess of resonance theory documents and tacetite mutation reports scattered across the desk. your brow was furrowed, your teeth catching on the edge of your thumbnail, gnawing mercilessly at the nailbed as you desperately tried to memorize the risk factors of frequency instability. it was a nervous habit, an oral fixation that always flared up when you were stressed out.
luuk sighed as he walked in, tossing his jacket over a chair. he looked exhausted, running a hand through his hair, but the moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted.
“you’re gonna make them bleed again,” luuk murmured, his voice low as he crossed the room.
you blinked, pulling your hand away from your lips. “sorry. i wasn’t thinking.”
luuk just hummed, coming around the edge of the desk. his fingers gently caught your wrist, lifting your hand to inspect your bitten nails. he clicked his tongue, a soft, chiding sound. “if you need something in your mouth that badly to focus,” he said, his thumb brushing over your damp skin, “you should just tell me.”
before you could even process the shift in his tone, he was guiding you out of the chair. he backed up a few steps until his shoulders hit the wall of the office, leaning against it with a casual, heavy sort of dominance. his hands moved to his belt, the metallic clink echoing loudly in the quiet room.
“come here,” he ordered softly, his eyes darkening as he looked down at you. “i’ll give you something better to suck on. something that won’t ruin your hands.”
you froze for a split second, your heart hammering against your ribs. you were completely caught off guard by the sheer suddenness of it. you sank to your knees, still processing the rapid shift in his mood, but luuk wasn’t feeling patient enough to let you take your time.
before you could even lean in fully, his fingers tangled roughly into the hair at the back of your head. he tugged, just hard enough to make you gasp, pulling you forward and flush against him.
“open,” he demanded, his grip tight and unyielding.
you obeyed instinctively, taking him in with a muffled sound of surprise. the shock melted into a consuming heat as luuk immediately took absolute control. he wasn’t gentle. his hips snapped forward, setting a grueling, ruthless pace that left you scrambling to keep up. his fingers twisted tighter into your hair, using you exactly how he needed to.
the sheer force of it had your eyes watering instantly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you gagged hard around his thick cock when he hit the back of your throat. choked, wet sounds tore from you with every deep thrust, drool leaking messily from the corners of your stretched lips and dripping down your chin onto your chest. your hands gripped his thighs desperately for balance as he fucked your throat with relentless dominance, the obscene gluck sounds filling the quiet office.
luuk suddenly slowed his thrusts, keeping his cock buried deep in your mouth as he looked down at you with a dark, teasing smile.
“focus, baby. let’s see if you can still think,” he murmured, his voice rough with pleasure. “first question… what is the primary compound of a discord?”
you let out a muffled, breathless sound, your eyes watering as you struggled to pull your mind away from the overwhelming heat. luuk gave you just enough space to gasp for air.
“tacetite—” you choked out breathlessly.
“good,” he praised, immediately taking control again and guiding you back down into the heavy rhythm. “next one. what is the main risk of frequency instability?”
he set a shallow, teasing pace while waiting for your answer, clearly enjoying the way you struggled to string a single thought together. you whimpered, your mind completely hazy from the overwhelming friction and lack of oxygen. he pulled back again, just a fraction.
“o-overclocking—” you managed, panting heavily.
luuk groaned in approval and pushed your head back down, rewarding you with long, punishing strokes.
“that’s my clever one,” he cooed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “one more. where does an echo stabilize on the body?”
this time he kept you under longer, enjoying the way you fought to focus while he drove you right to the edge of your limits. when he finally let you up, you were a messy, tear-streaked wreck.
“the… tacet mark—” you gasped.
“perfect.” luuk’s voice dropped into a dark growl. his grip in your hair tightened sharply as his control finally snapped. a deep, guttural sound tore from his chest, low and unmistakably dominant, followed by a rough, heavy groan that vibrated through him. he held your head firmly in place, his breathing turning frantic as he ruthlessly chased his heavy release, keeping you pinned completely still until he was entirely spent.
you stayed perfectly obedient, taking everything he gave you until his breathing finally started to slow.
as the haze started to settle, the room fell quiet except for his ragged exhales. luuk’s grip in your hair slowly loosened, his fingers turning soft as they stroked through your messy strands. he let out a low, breathy chuckle, looking down at you as he lazily patted your head.
“well? how is it?” he teased, his voice dripping with rough satisfaction. “better than your nails, right?”
you looked up at him, dazed, eyes glassy and lips parted. you nodded obediently, still a little out of it.
luuk smirked, dark and possessive, and patted your cheek twice with his slick fingers.
