i did have this actually done before halloween . as in i started it in 2024 and finished it this month lol
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willie: dude, I thought we were dressing up to help with your brand?
alex: aren't ghosts a little too on the nose, though?
luke: sure, but we did pick every other undead guy out there.
reggie: man, I didn't even know we had a theme.
julie: LUKE! you can't be frankenstein's monster!
luke: why not?
julie: cuz I'm the BRIDE of frankenstein.
reggie: aww, you guys did a couple's costume.
alex: yeah, just like me and willie "aren't a couple." right, babe?
willie: totally.
✰ cw: every person in this fic is over 18!!, set in 1995, smut, fingering, dirty talk, swearing, luke is a professional, CONSENT. IS. HOT.
✰ word count: 1.0k+
✰ summary: luke is writing a song for the band, but reader is bored and tells him to use his hands for another good
✰ a/n: im inlove with luke <3 also so sorry for not posting recently we've been going through it....
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smut below the cut !!
You were sitting in Luke's room, you two have been dating for a couple months. You were sitting beside him on the bed, he was playing his guitar on the edge of the bed - his pick in his mouth as he jotted down chords and lyrics in his notebook beside him, humming the melody softly as he picks the pick out of his mouth strumming his guitar slowly. You were sitting behind him, leaning against the headboard as you fiddled with your rings. You were bored, to say the least. And the fact that seeing that pick in his mouth was turning you on wasn't helping your case - except you've only shared a couple kisses, nothing too seriously intimate yet.
You couldn't help yourself, his arms framed perfectly with his tank top and his guitar strap slung over him. You moved closer, setting your chin on his shoulder.
"Hm?-- hey." A small smile graced Luke's face as his hands slowed as he placed a kiss to the side of your face.
"Hey.." You nuzzled your face into his neck, "I'm bored."
"I'm hurt yknow-- I work hard on my music and this is what I get." He teased, continuing to strum his guitar - his hands slowing almost immediately when you started placing kisses to his neck.
"What 're you doing?.."
"Trying to solve my boredom."
"Listen, baby.. I gotta finish this before rehearsal cause we need this for a gig, okay?"
"It can wait a little longer can't it?" You moved a strand of hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear.
"Sweetheart--" He started to protest, "Maybe.. you could use those fingers for good use still?" That shut him up immediately, setting his guitar aside. Grabbing your hips, pulling you onto his lap. You looked down at him, smirking.
He looked up at you, leaning foward - locking your lips in a kiss. You carded your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss. His hands moved to cup your thighs - turning the two of you over, placing you at the top of the bed, your hair flailing across the pillows.
He continued to kiss you, his lips trailing down to your neck - sucking dark marks into your skin that'll be seen for days, you know that. A soft moan was drawn from your lips as Luke bit down on your neck, his tongue dragging over the bite almost as an apology.
He pulled back, his body over yours as his necklaces dangled in your face. One of his hands hoisted himself up as his other hand dragged down the side of your body, mapping out every curve and dip in your skin.
"Is this okay, baby?"
"More than okay.."
His hands moved under your shirt, fingers gliding over your stomach as he pushes your shirt up with a hand - he'd watch as you help him take off your shirt, laughing a bit as your necklaces got caught on the shirt.
Expert hands unclasped your bra, tossing it aside with your shirt on the floor. He looked down at you, being very appreciative that he can see you like this.
"Unfair, you're still fully dressed.." You'd move to cover yourself with your arms. "Hey-- hey.. okay." He'd laugh a bit, taking off his tank top - tossing it aside with the pile of clothes on the floor. He'd move your arms away, leaning down - capturing your lips in a kiss once more as his hands dragged down, unbuttoning your jeans.
His hands slide your jeans down, breaking the kiss with a smirk on his lips as he looked down at you. "Really?-- lacy panties? You came here knowing you had these on, god--" He sounded a little breathless, dragging a finger over your soaked panties, "You're this wet already?" "Shut up Luke.." You dragged him into another kiss, his hands moved your panties aside. His middle and ring finger circling your clit, moving down to gather some of your slick to help him make you feel good.
"You like my fingers?"
"Mm-- mhm." You'd nod, feeling the rough callouses formed from his guitar on his fingers, you've wanted this forever. Wanted him to fuck you until you couldnt walk, finger you until you were mush beneath him and all he does is tease and coo at you.
He'd bring him fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before moving back down - slowly pushing his fingers into your pussy. Pushing your hips down as they try to buck up into his fingers, a frustrated whine coming from your lips.
"Just give it a minute, sweetheart."
His pace started to increase as his fingers pushed deep into you, you could feel his rings cool against your hole and his bracelets dangling off his wrist.
His fingers curled at just the right angle, you knew he'd be experienced with his hands - fuck, you always watch the way he plays his guitar made it all clear for you. He was fucking you with his fingers, watching your face with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape like he was getting off on it.
You felt your arousal dripping down your thighs and ass, no doubt making Luke need to clean his rings after this. Luke kept muttering soft praises in your ear as he kissed and nipped at your neck, his fingers moving at a fast pace.
You felt you were about to cum, Luke could feel that from the way you were clenching around his fingers and your hand on his shoulder, fingers digging into the plush skin.
"Luke-- I'm gonna.."
"Cum for me, baby."
It came out as a whisper, and with that you came around his fingers - he continued to finger-fuck you through it, that fucking smirk plastered on his face as he watched you come undone, knowing that he did that to you. You started to feel overstimulated, trying to shy away from his touch. His fingers started to slow, pulling them out of you softly.
He pushed his fingers into his mouth, letting out a soft groan. "Tastes like honey.." he'd lean foward, catching your lips in a kiss - you tasted yourself on his lips, but you didnt care.
Luke cleaned you up, placing kisses all over your face - praising you softly as he helped you into some of his clothes.
there’s gotta be at least one person who often says “i really love this band, i’ve been listening to them since i was growing up in the 90s. it’s called Sunset Curve. yeah you’ve definitely never heard of them, they’re super underground”
