#model!luke

[boylftv]

model!luke ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡°

[lukehemmingsgallery]

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

I haven’t seen these before..?

[wiiildflowerrr]

Luke in Milan for the Dolce & Gabbana SS24 fashion show

17 June 2023

📹 howlingatafi

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[tmhdaylight]

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!

another one! i’m living for model luke content

whatever management he’s signed to have been working hard😭

[adamsandlersbussy]

model!luke au moodboard

[babyslrh]

I'M SO PROUD OF HIM GO OFF BABY

[sadistmichael]

parisian living with model!luke - a concept

this is dedicated to @dammitbands​. full indulgence, no shame. 

You opened your eyes to the sounds of Luke opening the doors to your terrace.

You were splayed out on the bed--your feet leaning to Luke’s side. He had two small cups of coffee on the table as he adjusted the vase of fresh flowers on the table. The two of you had been living in Paris for three months. It felt like an extended romantic vacation as Luke took jobs. He would kiss you on the cheek before he left most mornings. Only inviting you to runway shows since you weren’t a fan of standing around for hours on set.

Today was his day off.

And it seemed like he wanted to treat you to a traditional French breakfast. If you could get out of bed. Luke was in his clothes from the night before. A pair of grey wrinkled suit pants fitted at his waist made his torso look especially strong. A blanket over his forearm as he walked towards you. He kissed the side of your face as he gently stirred you awake.

Seeing his blue eyes first thing. 

His lips came next. Kissing you softly as he wished you good morning--rolling over you onto the mattress. You woke up in the middle of the night to shower and get out of the stiff party clothes that your borrowed from Luke’s agency. It left you groggy at first thing in the morning. Yet, Luke’s face nuzzled next to yours always perked you up.

“How are you feeling?”

Luke straddled you as he leaned over to kiss the tip of your nose.

“A little hungover. How do you still look perfect?”

Luke laughed as he brought himself down on top of you, trying to keep a straight face as he answered.

“It’s all of the expensive moisturizer.”

He laughed, moving to his side of the bed. The bedframe moved against the wall when his fingers grazed your bare hip. You turned to face him. Not aware that the shirt of his that you were wearing fell open. Luke was suddenly interested in your chest. Moving closer as he placed his thumb on your exposed nipple. He rubbed it twice before pulling your towards him. Kissing you deeply before undoing the rest of the buttons on the shirt.

He was rarely forward unless influenced to be.

Luke seemed occupied with your nudity in the way that people on the street below were tending to their mornings. Slowly shuffling as the city woke up at a steady pace. He took a deep breath before reaching to grab something from behind him. You were displeased with the lack of stimulation. You pressed your thighs together when Luke pointed a Polaroid camera in your direction.

Snapping a photo with the flash on.

“Are you insane?”

Luke threw his head back as he let out a deep laugh.

“I think you make a great model,”

Luke figured out how turn the flash off as he took another photo of you sitting up on the matress. You wore his shirt and your underwear only. Looking at him with an annoyed look as he pulled out the photo developing within the white frame.

“As long as you’re only modeling for me.”

You took the camera out of his hands before kissing him. You fucked him the night before at the party and after the party. The thought was still tempting as Luke intensified your embrace. Almost pulling you in his lap as you tugged at the button on his pants. It seemed unfair that you had Luke all to yourself in such a beautiful place.

As it seemed like a privilege to touch him and kiss him daily.

Luke settled himself back on the left side of a mountain of pillows. Pulling the sleeve of your shirt down as he marveled at your skin. His eyes only left yours to watch your chest rise and fall--angling towards him as he welcomed your touch.

“You can’t get enough of me, can you?”