lukehughescurls

[lukehughescurls]

chefs kiss. amazing.

PHASES — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which luke is pining for the girl he knows he’s destined to be with

notes: 4.3k words. this is a new style of writing for me and i truthfully don’t know about it but it felt right for this fic.

Luke Hughes knows a lot of things.

he knows hockey. he knows history. and he knows that in this moment, drunk on cheap beer and lip locked with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, she and he are destined to be together.

but life and love are never simple. drunken hookups between best friends don’t just automatically make them a couple. and no matter how badly he wants to scream that she should be with him, he knows he has to wait it out; give her time to come to the same realization that he did two years ago.

her back digs into the armrest of the battered couch, her legs draped across Luke’s own as his fingertips grip her upper thigh. their faces are drawn together, her hands tangled beautifully in his curls, pulling him closer toward her vodka soaked lips.

“Lukey,” his name rolls off her tongue like a whispered prayer, causing a singular beat to skip in his heart.

“what do you need, doll?”

“you.”

and her singular word is the driving force that brings Luke to his feet, her hand laced with his as he leads her to his bedroom. the people in his apartment cast away from his mind, only one person occupying that space.

her.

surely, Jack can handle the party that he threw, no one would miss Luke.

and that thought is what leads them to his room, their bodies pressed together in mere minutes. the next few hours spent tangled between cotton sheets. his feverish touch making her body shake, and her soft sounds causing an intense sensation of need within him.

hot breath mingles, their lips rarely straying from each others. sweat coated skin sticking together as they christen his bed for the umpteenth time. neither mind clear, they find solace and pleasure with her legs wrapped around his waist and his sloppy thrusts bringing them to the highest points.

and when they call it a night, Luke’s hand slamming the car door shut after she falls into the backseat of an uber, he falls back into the same spot he started the night.

waiting for fate to bring her home to him for the final time.

***

the restaurant feels suffocating, her dress itchy, causing her to wiggle uncomfortably in her chair.

her date doesn’t even seem to notice, rambling on once more about how cool it is that she works for the New Jersey Devils.

“i mean, you must get to be around the players all the time, right? how did you even get that job?” what was this one’s name? Carter? Carson? it started with a C, right?

“i went to University of Michigan. graduated a year early with a degree in sport management, and after working with the hockey team there, i was able to secure a spot working for the Devils.” she smiles, a weak timid thing that barely even reaches her cheeks, “but yeah, i do spend a lot of time around the players. kinda my job to get content of them, ya know?”

maybe-Carter chuckles, nodding his head, “so are you like, friends with any of them?”

‘oh, here we go’ she thinks.

“i went to school with Luke Hughes, he’s kind of my best friend.” it was an instinct really, an involuntary reaction; for a smile to creep across her lips when she talks about Luke, “but i can’t really say much about him or the guys, they’re people too and they deserve their privacy.”

“right, totally respect that,” he nods, his lips falling into a tight line, and she can’t help but notice that they aren’t as pillowy as Luke’s.

his lips don’t nearly look as comforting to kiss. and his curls; they don’t… curl the way Luke’s do. rather he has a head of tighter curls, unlike Luke’s unruly mess of loose curls and waves mingling together. his eyes aren’t the right color either, erring on the side of a blue closer to Jack’s; which makes a shiver run down her spine, discomfort settling within her.

“are you cold?” he asks, catching sight of the goosebumps that spread across her skin. he huffs a condescendingly toned laugh before continuing, “maybe you should’ve brought a jacket, restaurants run cold.”

that was where she drew the line. with his obnoxious attitude combined with his interest, which only peaked when discussing her job, y/n was surprised she lasted as long as she did.

and if the fact that he wasn’t similar enough to her best friend played a small part in her leaving? well, could she really be blamed?

after all, it was Luke’s fault.

it was Luke who made the first move his freshman year of college, both of them tipsy on drinks made by Dylan and his heavy hand with rum. it was Luke who made the sophomore girl fall for him two years ago. it was Luke who drunkenly tells her he loves her as he buries himself inside of her, knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge. and it was Luke who has her going on at least five dates a month, trying to force the Devils rookie out of her heart.

or at least, she blames it on Luke; because she couldn’t allow herself to admit that she fell in love with him of her own accord. she can’t allow herself to confess how quickly their drunken hookups turned into something more for her. and she certainly can’t dwell on the fact that she hasn’t put a stop to them. how could she? those are the only moments that she can let herself believe, even for a moment, that she could be his.

because despite how badly she wanted it, she could never be Luke’s. not in the way she wants to be. no matter how hard she tries, she can never find the words to express how much he means to her. how much she loves him.

*

Luke laid on the couch, the springs digging into his back uncomfortably.

“dude, we really need a new couch.” he huffs, “and why am i laying like this? i don’t think people actually lay down in therapy outside of tv shows.”

“shut up, i’m taking notes.” Luke’s eyes drift to his older brother, who occupies the space of the living room chair.

“notes on what? i haven’t even said anything!”

“you don’t need to. i’ve listened to you bitch and moan about y/n for two years, i’m writing what i can remember.” Jack explains, his brows furrowed in focus as his pen scribbles messily across the notepad on his lap.

“why did i let you talk me into this?” Luke rolls his eyes at his brothers antics.

“because you’re pussy-whipped and you’re playing like shit.” Jack looks up from the notepad, straightening his posture and settling his focus on Luke.

“is that a medical diagnosis?” Luke jokes, his brow raising as he chuckles.

“no, that’s brotherly criticism. you get that for free, courtesy of the nine months we each spent in mom’s womb.” Luke cringes at his brothers words, shaking his head.

“don’t talk about mom’s womb.”

“just speak, dude. what’s going on in that curly head of yours?”

Luke sighs, his eyes drifting towards the ceiling. his hands fiddle with the cellphone that lays on his stomach, impatiently waiting for the text that he knows will come through.

it’s 10pm on an off day, he knows she’s got a date tonight. he also knows how her date will end; soon enough she’ll be texting him a long paragraph about how men suck and asking him to remind her why she can’t become a nun.

“well, i told you, i know she and i are meant to be together. i can feel it.” Luke starts, quickly cut off by the familiar grating voice he’s known his entire life.

“yeah, yeah, you’re a simp. move on.”

“has anyone ever told you that you’d make a horrible therapist?” Luke questions, head turning once more toward his brother.

“i can’t say anyone has, no.”

“yeah? well then, i’ll be the first.” he glares, “stick to hockey.”

“just keep talking, Lukey.”

“i think it’s getting harder to wait for her.” Luke confesses, and it feels like a small weight has been lifted off his chest; progress.

“so you wanna move on?” Jack asks, his pen scrawling along the paper again.

“no!” Luke huffs, sitting up on the couch to turn towards his brother, who quickly strikes out whatever he just wrote down, “i’m just saying that- that this whole waiting game is fucking with my head. Phil said i had to wait it out. he told me not to pressure her. practice my patience and let her come to the realization on her own.

“but, what if it goes on too long? she’s always going on dates, what if she meets someone else? what if it takes her ten years to realize what i realized like a month after we met?! what if she gets married before she realizes?”

“too many ‘what if’s’, dude. you’re hurting my brain.” Jack groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Luke, already in an emotional spiral, rolls his eyes, “what brain?”

“hey! i’m trying to help you here! don’t insult me!” Jack stands up, notepad falling to the floor and his hands drawing to his hips as he glares at the rookie defenseman.

“well you’re not much help.”

“you want my advice? either keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.”

“i’m going to bed.” Luke grumbles, pushing past the shorter man to go to his room.

“don’t forget, no morning skate tomorrow!” Jack calls out as Luke’s door clicks shut.

as Luke strips down to his boxers, his phone lights up on his bed, vibrating amongst the cotton sheets. and as he sees her name flashing on the screen, butterflies flutter in his core, making him swallow harshly in attempt to stop them.

he doesn’t even get a word out after accepting the call, her voice filtering through the speaker, “men suck.”

“oh yeah?” Luke can’t help but laugh at the repetitive cycle, “tell me more. how do we suck?”

“you just do, okay?” her tone is biting before she takes a sobering breath, “all he wanted to talk about was the team. i could practically see the walls shut down around him once i told him i couldn’t dish out the hot goss on players.”

“i’m sorry, y/n.” he’s not sorry. not even a little.

“remind me why i can’t be a nun?” her voice is distant as she takes the phone away from her ear so that she can unlock her apartment door.

“no tiktok and no sex.” Luke echoes for what feels like the hundredth time.

“right.” she kicks off her shoes, bumping the door shut behind her as her cat darts around between her legs, rubbing against her nylon tights, “you ready for the game tomorrow?”

“yeah.” no.

“good. i’m gonna go eat my weight in ice cream and scroll tiktok. goodnight, Lukey. thanks for the reminder and for listening to me rant.”

“any time. goodnight.”

as Luke lays in bed, he falls asleep with Jack’s advice echoing in his head.

keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.

meanwhile, y/n slumps on her sofa, a pint of ben & jerry’s in her hand as she looks down at the little ball of black fur that’s taken up residence by her feet.

“have you ever been in love, Sir Nightingale?”

the cat blinks back at her, patiently waiting for her attention. which comes in the form of her fingernails scratching lazily under his chin.

“i have.” she continues the one sided conversation, “it fucking sucks. never fall in love.”

***

the game was an absolute shit show.

Luke had taken a shoddy penalty in the first period; for delay of game, out of all things. which lead to a power play goal by the opposing team and leaving the Devils down by two.

it was only about five minutes later that Luke got an assist on a goal of Jack’s, but ultimately, the game still ended six to two, not in the Devils favor. not only did the team get yelled at for their lack of adequate effort, but Luke was singled out for at least two turned over pucks, which lead to opposing team goals.

and to make a bad night even worse, when all was said and done and Luke was finally showered and ready to just go home and wallow in the loss, he left the locker room to find y/n chatting with one of the equipment managers, Ben.

her hair twirled around her finger as she laughed at something Ben said, a red flush on her cheeks. Luke felt deflated, to say the least.

it was always someone else.

never him. never Luke.

he felt overlooked, and perhaps even unnoticed. it was like she never even saw him as an option, only ever the object of her desires when they were both tipsy and horny and already together.

and yet the feeling was still there. settled low within his gut, he still knew; he’s the one for her. he knows. he’s fairly certain that deep down, she knows it too.

is it his age? it’s only a year’s difference, surely it doesn’t matter, right? it was something else. it had to be, but he truly didn’t know what.

“y/n.” his voice carries through the hallway, settling in her ears and catching her attention.

turning towards him with wide doe eyes and parted lips, she smiles, “hey!”

“am i still giving you a ride home?” Luke’s expression is stony, giving nothing of his feelings away. though, he can’t help the way his eyes gravitate to the man behind her, Luke’s blank stare making the man cower just slightly.

and Luke almost felt proud of that. almost.

“actually, i think Ben and i are gonna go for some drinks. i’ll catch up with you tomorrow, yeah?”

his shoulders slump, his posture crumpling the same way his heart did in his chest.

“yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Luke barely gets two steps closer to the arena exit before her voice calls out, stopping him in his tracks. her heels click against the floor as fast as she could move, before she pops up in his vision.

“you played good. a few mistakes are normal, it’s your first full season, the most games you’ve ever played,” her voice is gentle, her eyes peering up at him softly through her wispy lashes, “i’m proud of you. don’t be too hard on yourself, alright?”

her arms wrap around his torso before he can even respond, her face buried in the chest of his suit. and before his heart can reach a normal pace again, before he can wrap his arms around her in return, she’s pulling away.

with a wave of her hand and a small but awe-strikingly beautiful smile playing upon her lips, she’s walking away. back to Ben, who waits for her by the arena exit now.

and once more, Jack’s voice is back inside Luke’s head. driving him absolutely insane as he watches the love of his life walk out of the building, giggling at something another man said.

keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.

*

keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.

tell her how you feel.

tell her how you feel.

tell her how you feel.

“tell her how you feel.” Luke wakes with a startle, his head knocking against his brother’s, who was leaning over him.

Jack curses, hissing in pain as he holds a hand his forehead.

“what the fuck are you doing in my room?” Luke groans, voice groggy as he takes in his surroundings.

“i got up to take a piss and i could hear your phone blowing up all the way from the bathroom,” Jack explains, “shit, you have a bony ass head.”

“it’s called a skull. i know yours doesn’t house anything inside of it, but even i assumed you’d know what it is.”

Jack huffs, rolling his eyes. “ya know what? just for that, i take back my advice. fuck off and die alone, what do i care?”

“why were you giving me advice at-” Luke slides his phone off his nightstand, checking the time, “two in the morning?”

“she’s blowing up your phone.” Jack scowls, “something something men suck something something maybe being a nun is worth the no tiktok?”

Luke feels an odd sense of relief as he looks at his recent texts, finding exactly what Jack had described.

well, without the ‘something something’s.

“pretty sure you were saying her name in your sleep too,” Jack smirks, backing away towards the bedroom door, “tell her how you feel, dickhead. put you both out of your misery so i can get some sleep and not listen to your incessant whining.”

with that, Jack leaves, the wooden door clicking shut in its frame behind him.

reading through the texts, Luke gathers that she and Ben didn’t get very far into the night together, seeing as her messages were still legible, something drunk her could never accomplish.

the thought brings him an unnecessary amount of joy. but then he’s hit with an overwhelming sense of annoyance, remembering he’ll have to go through this process all over again soon.

truthfully, he doesn’t know how much more he can take. he’s not giving up on her, on the contrary, maybe Jack is right. maybe Phil couldn’t give advice for all women and maybe Luke should just stop waiting.

she wasn’t coming to a realization quick enough and honestly, Luke is fucking tired. tired of drunken hookups. tired of listening to her rant about failed dates and sucky guys. tired of being overlooked as an option. tired of his feelings going unnoticed.

the dial tone was ringing in his ear before Luke even realized that he had made a decision, like his hands were working on autopilot. like his heart knew what he would decide before his brain did.

“hey! did i wake you?” her words weren’t slurred, Luke noted. that’s good, she doesn’t even sound tipsy. she’s in a sound state of mind for his confession.

“no,” he shook his head, despite knowing she could see him, “well, yes but no? you didn’t wake me up but Jack did, he could hear my phone buzzing.”

“oh shit, i’m sorry! we can talk tomorrow if you wanna go back to sleep, i’m just about to-”

“i love you,” immediately, Luke is regretting this decision; the silence on the other end of the phone making him bite his lip in anxiety.

“what?” her voice cracks as she giggles, “Luke, are you drunk? did you drink before you went to bed?”

“no,” he groans out, his head dropping back in frustration, “i swear, i haven’t touched any alcohol tonight. just listen to me.”

“i’m always listening to you, Lukey.” her eyes widen as she sits on the edge of her plush bed, “i just don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“i love you,” he repeats, rolling his shoulders in attempt to psych himself back up before he takes a deep breath.

“i’m in love with you. i have been since freshman year. i think that somewhere deep down, you know just as much as i do, that you’re meant to be mine. and i’ve waited two years for you to realize it. i’ve been patient, i’ve held back, i’ve waited on the sidelines while you go out on dates and i’ve listened to you rant about men. and that’s no problem; when i’m done, if you decide you’re still not ready, i’ll continue to wait for you. because even if you’re not mine, i’m yours, y/n. but, i need to get this off my chest and i need you to know that i’m in love with you. my life isn’t complete without yours. and when you’re ready, i’ll be here waiting for you. i’ll always be here. when you’re ready for the drunk hookups to turn into sober love, i’m gonna be right here. because i think that’s our fate. i think that we were destined to find each other and i think we were meant to have this storyline in our love story, and i know that one day you’ll realize it too. you can tell me i’m insane, you can tell me you don’t feel the same, you can even tell me to fuck off, if that’s what you wanna do. i’ll back off, i won’t say another word, but i’ll still be waiting.”

y/n is silent, her hands shaking as she breathes through the tears that roll down her cheeks. in return, Luke is quiet too, patiently waiting for her to digest everything he just confessed. every built up feeling that he just let slip out of him.

“i love you too.” it feels like all the weight she’s been shouldering has been listed off of her with the utterance of those four simple words.

“you do?” he feels like he can’t breathe, like he’s just been knocked against the boards and his lungs forgot how to take in oxygen.

“yes. Luke, why do you think i go on those dates? have you not noticed that almost every guy i go out with resembles you? i didn’t know if you felt the same way, i didn’t know how to tell you how i felt without risking our entire friendship going up in flames. Luke, i’m so fucking in love with you and it hurt. for two years, i’ve reveled in our drunken moments because i thought that was all i’d ever get. i dreaded the day that you would meet someone and tell me it has to stop. i fell for you so hard and it was so scary and i just- i had to try and move on. i had to try and meet someone before ultimately, you did. because i knew that if you told me you met someone, and i was still in love with you? i would never recover from that, Luke. i wouldn’t. and now you’re saying this and i, god i feel so fucking stupidly in love with you. you don’t have to wait anymore, because i realized i love you a long time ago.”

Luke pushes out of his bed, any interest in sleep lost to him. pulling on a hoodie and an abandoned pair of sweatpants from his bedroom floor, he doesn’t even bother telling Jack that he’s leaving.

“god, i need to kiss you.” he slips on his nike slides, his fingers nimbly plucking his keys off the hook by the front door, and as quickly as he could manage, he was out of there.

“you can kiss me tomorrow, Lukey.” she smiles, finally rising from her bed to finish her nightly routine.

that is, until she hears a key turn in her front door. her eyebrows pull together as she wonders out of her room, greeted by sight of a disheveled Luke in her apartment doorway, who looks like he just ran down the stairs to get there.

hanging up the phone, she grins back at the tall boy.

“or i can kiss you now.” a playful smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he taking wide glides over to her.

his hands find her cheeks, his thumbs wiping gently over the supple, tear stained skin. the apartment is silent, their heartbeats racing as she gazes up at his beautiful eyes.

“or you can kiss me now.” she echoes, her words mumbled and low.

that’s the final straw, the confirmation Luke desperately needed, and finally, he allows his head to dip down. her lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of mint ice cream, and warmth spreads across his body, starting at his chest and almost blossoming across his body. Luke feels at home.

her hands desperately cling to his hoodie, as though he’ll disappear if she lets go, and his slide back to cup the nape of her neck. she has no desire to pull away, but her lungs spread with fire until she’s forced apart by the need to breathe.

“i love you.” she whispers, eyes closed as she rests her forehead against his own, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she bites back a lovelorn smile.

“i love you, sweet girl.”

“please don’t go back home. spend the night?” she finally opens her eyes, her head tipping back as he straightens up.

a pink hue glows upon his cheeks, and she can’t resist letting the backs of her fingers gently graze over the heated skin.

“not going anywhere, baby. staying right here.” his lips brush against her forehead, leaving a fleeting kiss in their wake and making her heartbeat flutter within her rib cage.

it feels right, the way they go about a new bed time routine. luke’s arms wrapped around her waist as she brushes her teeth, his eyes boring into her reflection. her head on his chest as they fall asleep, his alarm on for them to wake up for morning skate, together.

and if they were holding hands when they walked into the rink, if they were a cheesy couple who kissed before he entered the locker room, if his smile was a bit too wide in the tiktok she filmed for the Devils socials, if she chose the question ‘do you believe in fate?’ solely because of him, could they really be blamed?

[lukehughescurls]

holy shit this was so hot. loved it!!

RISQUÉ REFLECTIONS

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, choking kink, heavy praise kink, spit kink, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Luke Hughes wants Fem!Reader to see just how pretty she looks when she cums for him.

The mirror that reflected her image back to her was daunting. Almost mocking. Y/N could hardly muster up the courage to allow herself to meet her own gaze, and trying to peer at the man who stood behind her was strangely even more troubling. Luke’s lips were pulled taunt, a devilish smile splayed across his face as he watched her nervously squirm in his warm embrace.

Muscular arms kept Y/N trapped and facing the mirror, leaving her legs spread and splayed open for her and him. His broad chest, warm and pressed flush against her. Y/N couldn’t help but shiver, feeling his erection nestled right against the swell of her ass.

Luke’s face dug into her neck as he inhaled her familiar scent. “Has my pretty girl not been feeling her best?”

Y/N’s face grew hot as his hand laid on her stomach, toying with the elastic band of her panties. She answered him with quiet shrug.

His fingers stilled for a brief moment. “I need you to tell me when you aren’t feeling good about yourself, baby.” Luke whispered against the shell of her ear, teeth tugging at the lobe. “Take a look in the mirror and see how just pretty you look.” When she tried to hide, he shook his head and softly tilted her chin towards their shared reflection in the mirror. “Want you to look at how fucking sexy you are like this. Know you don’t think so, but I think you’re a goddess.”

Luke’s fingers slipped down her stomach, stopping at the elastic band of her panties as his other hand rested beneath her chin. He tilted her head upward, his grip firm and unwavering even as she tried to turn her head to the side. Y/N lifted her hips in an attempt to goad him into delving further beneath the cotton but his hand stilled, mouth falling agape as he shook his head at her. 

“Beg for me, and then I’ll consider touching you.” The whine that stuck at the back of her throat made it nearly impossible to say anything. Letting her eyes meet his through the reflection, she offered him a pathetic and helpless expression. “You can do better than that.” He tutted. “Don’t give me those eyes, you hardly even tried.”

Y/N’s cheeks puffed out in annoyance, this mood of his utterly maddening. Swallowing the breath she didn’t realize she held, she spread her legs a little wider for him, and an expectant gaze shot his way. “Please, Luke. I need you so bad.” Y/N whined, leaning her head back against his shoulder.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it, you brat?” Luke joked, but he said it like he could read her mind. Y/N supposed in a way he could; she wore her heart on herself, her thoughts written across her face no matter how hard she tried to hide them.

“I’m not a brat.” Y/N frowned, breath hitching when he pulled her panties down. “You’re just mean.”

“Oh, am I?”

Y/N nodded. “Just the worst.”

“C’mon, you don’t mean that.” Luke muttered with a disapproving click of his tongue. “You love me.”

Luke’s calloused fingertips smoothed down her stomach and through the thatch of curls until he landed on her clit. It throbbed with need, her breath hitching when he slowly massaged a circle into the bud. The tension in her shoulders seeped out as she slumped further against his warm, broad chest.

“Say you love me.” Luke whispered, his voice sugary-sweet like candy.

Y/N responded with a whimper, back arching in search of something more. Her body ached to be filled and stretched by him, she needed it like her lungs needed fresh air to breathe but Luke kept an arm wrapped firmly around her stomach, holding her firmly against his chest. She took what she was given until he got what he wanted.

“I love you.” Y/N moaned, her eyes rolling in the back of her head the moment his gaze darkened from her face to her pussy. “And I love the way you fuck me just as much.”

“Oh, is that right?” Luke kissed her shoulder, sucking on the skin gently, trailing to her neck. “Patience, baby.” He groaned, aching with the need to be buried balls deep inside of her perfect pussy, feeling her walls hug around him tight like they always did.

Luke snaked his hands up her body, giving her tits a quick squeeze, before firmly wrapping around her neck. Y/N’s body tensed for a moment. He smirked, knowing what he was doing. Not too tight where she couldn’t breathe, but firm enough on the sides of her throat where he could feel her pulse more clearly underneath his grip.

He raised an eyebrow, taunting her. “Need me to fuck you?” Luke snickered, earning a pleading nod from her. His hand lingered around her throat, running his thumb on her jaw and he smirked. “How bad do you want it?” He asked, eyes glinting with mischief as his hands slowly roamed down to her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her nipples and pinching them between his fingers.

Y/N mewled while leaning against him, back arching against his chest as he kept at it. He toyed with them, rolling his thumbs over the sensitive buds as she writhed in his grasp, and in an instant, one hand fell to her dripping pussy, his middle and ring fingers plunging into her, curling against her walls as his thumb ran over her clit.

“Please, Luke.” Y/N gasped, eyes rolling to the back of her head, but not for too long because almost instantly, his hand left her tit to grab her face and turn her to the mirror, squeezing her cheeks together as a warning. Her eyes immediately darted between her legs, and she watched as his fingers thrust in and out of her, coated with her slick as they curled into her, making her cry out.

“Keep watching, baby.” Luke warned. “Don’t you dare look away. I need you to see everything.” He groaned, his voice becoming deeper, and raspier, and so sensual. “Want you to see how pretty you look when you’re like this.”

Luke thrust his fingers into her quickly, bullying his digits into her as they plunged into the spot that made her keen, thighs quivering as she tried to stay upright on her knees while he abused her dripping folds with his fingers. Smirking, Luke grind his throbbing erection against her ass, groaning deeply at the small bit of friction he chased as he helped her ride out her high.

“Are you ready?” Luke stroked his aching cock a few times, moaning at the feel, and by now, his mind was fogged with nothing but the thought of sinking deep into her as he split her open with his cock.

Luke slowly pushed into her pussy, hands gripping her hips tightly. He watched with fascination as his length disappeared, only to reappear as he pulled out and sank back in. Somehow, he thought he felt it a thousand times more intensely when he actually watched himself fuck into her, seeing his cock get coated in her wetness right before him.

He couldn’t stop staring. The mirror in front of them was pristine and it let him see every inch, every thrust, every shiver of Y/N’s body. Luke knew what she looked like, of course. He knew her body well, knew the way it arched under his reverent, scarred hands. He knew her, but not like this, not now that his eyes could meet hers.

“Open your mouth.” It was a command Y/N had heard one too many times from him, though usually it happened when she dropped to her knees and he had her waiting patiently just to pleasure him. Still, she could do nothing but obey, lips parting upon his request. “Tongue out.”

Y/N’s tongue poked out and, in a rush of emotions, his hand met her neck, squeezing lightly as he let a dollop of his own spit drip down into her mouth. “Go ahead, baby. I know how good you are at swallowing.” He thrived off of the widening of her eyes, off of the disheveledness in her complexion, off of the way her mouth clamped shut, mouth dropping open in a silent plead for more.

Moaning, Luke bucked his hips desperately into her, and Y/N watched with equal fascination as he fell apart behind her, lip in between his teeth and eyes screwed shut as he thrust in and out of her. He looked stunning, the reddish hue flushing over his cheeks, his curls messy and falling out of place, sticking to his sweaty forehead.

Y/N whimpered as she struggled to keep her eyelids open. She did think the sight of them was quite beautiful, but she also felt dirty, humiliated. And then Luke grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“Watch yourself.” Luke’s voice crooned into her ear. “My pretty girl.” He whispered, eyes memorizing every inch of her skin. “You look so good taking my cock like this.”

His words rang into Y/N’s head as her eyes opened and watched how truly right he was. Luke’s hand held on to her hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep her upright, her trembling legs holding on for dear life as he fucked into her.

“I can’t.” Y/N whimpered. “I’m gonna cum.” Her stuttered breaths were like fuel to him, the pace continuing but a bit harder. Looking in the mirror and seeing how much he loved being inside of her, how his eyes locked on hers in the reflection? It was out of one of her filthiest books.

“Then cum, baby. No one’s stopping you.” Luke smirked. “Just keep watching. The prettiest girl with the best pussy. You look like a fucking goddess when you cum.” Luke’s own face was flushed, jaw slack as he worked her, watching the pleasure on her face as he got all the way. “Just can’t get over how perfect you are.”

Y/N nodded at his words, whispering out his name, which came out as a stutter. “Just for you.” Luke smiled, knowing that it was his cock making her feel good, his fingers that got her off every time she needed him to distract her, his kisses that made her giggle, his tongue that lapped up her juices whenever he was eating her out. 

Luke pulled tighter on her hair to make her arch a little more, his other hand fingering over her slippery, swollen clit. Y/N was clenching around him, a creamy ring around the base of his cock from how aroused she was.

“Oh, God.” Y/N gasped, whining when he bit at her neck, sucking on the skin and leaving a small mark. “Please, Luke. Harder.” She pleaded, and he listened, ramming into her from behind at a quicker pace, balls slapping against her ass as he whined into her skin, watching her expression morph into one of pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good.” Luke groaned, moaning when she clenched down on him at his words. They both trained their eyes at the way his swollen cock sunk into her over and over again, angeled thrusts meeting the spot that made them see stars every time. Gripping onto his arm tightly again, she dug her nails into the skin, making him grunt into her neck. 

“Fuck, Luke. More, need more.” Y/N growled, his hand snaking over her hips to find her clit, rubbing harsh circles as she mewled at the added stimulation. Her head fell back to his shoulder, bumping against him with every rock of his hips as he rutted into her.

“Is that what you needed, baby? Need me to spoil you, huh?” Luke grinned, watching through the reflection as her entrance swallowed him in with each time he slipped his tip past her folds. Her face broke with pleasure, every slam of his pelvis making her expression shatter. 

“So good. Feels so good, Luke.” Y/N whined, briefly looking away from the mirror to close her eyes from the intense amount of pleasure.

“Eyes on the mirror.” He murmured, increasing the pace of his movements. “If you look away, I’ll stop and I’ll leave you like this.”

“Oh, God.” Y/N’s orgasm approached, her hand smacking against the mirror to keep herself upright as the tremors hit her. Her eyes met his as it hit her, the mirror capturing what she usually didn’t see.

“Look at yourself.” Luke demanded, his hand coming to grip her hair, making look into the mirror. Her cheeks burned hot as she took in their reflection. “Don’t you look so beautiful when you’re being fucked?” He teased, his free hand rubbing down the middle of her back.

Y/N whimpered in embarrassment as she kept her eyes focused on the mirror, her lips parted slightly as small moans fell past them.

“Nuh-uh, baby. I need to hear you say it.” He purred, wanting to hear her praise herself.

Y/N whined softly, her eyes locking with his in the mirror. “I look beautiful when you’re fucking me.” She said, voice quivering slightly from the pleasure that was building between her thighs.

Luke groaned deep in his chest, his hips snapping into her so hard it made her cry out. “Good girl.” He told her. His words made her shiver, her body clenching around him. He was pounding into her at a relentless pace, his thrusts aimed to have her unraveling.

“Luke.” Y/N breathed out, her whole body feeling hot as her release inched closer and closer.

“God, and you make such pretty noises, too.” She was sure her face couldn’t have burned hotter as Luke’s compliments seeped into her skin as she tightened around his cock.

Y/N watched as Luke increased his pace, his skin now slapping against hers as he held her up and thrusted his cock inside her wet pussy. Her eyes traveled from her pussy to his face. His eyebrows were knit together and his tongue was sticking out as he panted heavily. He looked so hot she thought she might cum then and there.

“Getting close.” Y/N said, struggling to even out her ragged breathing.

“Means I’m doing something right, wouldn’t you say?” Luke asked sarcastically, giving her a cheeky smile. She nodded, not trusting her shaky voice to answer him out loud. “Why don’t you cum for me, then?”

Y/N was already mindless, but when the next place his fingers fell was between her thighs, it only took a few messy circles of her clit with two of his digits before she was stiffening. Her pussy felt like it was trying to fucking milk him, it only pulling tighter every time he drew his hips back, trying to lure back in every inch she lost before he was burying it back inside of her.

Luke held her up, her breasts bouncing with each thrust he gave her and her own arousal taking over her face as he fucked her through it, murmuring praises into her ear. “That’s it, I know. I know, baby. Just keep watching, look at how pretty you are for me.”

Luke groaned, low and rugged and she knew he was desperately trying to keep a hold on the last string of his sanity, but her pussy felt so fucking good around him. Her moans fell freely from her lips, making Luke smirk in delight. His cock twitched as he gave into his thoughts, forcing himself to switch his focus back onto his moaning, trembling girl.

“Feels so good, my perfect girl. So tight for me.” Luke’s voice left her shuddering, eyes meeting his piercing ones. She already was too far gone, thoughts messy, forcing her to rely on him, to guide her through her arising high.

Y/N’s thighs twitched when she felt his thumb reach down to tease her puffy clit once more, every swipe shooting tiny aftershocks through her system as she thrashed below him, still so sensitive from her orgasm. Luke spread her thighs even wider before his thrusts were becoming sloppier, and she watched his head fall back to moan when she squeezed and trembled around the sensitive head of his cock.

Y/N felt him sloppily roll his hips to aid her through her highs while she was creaming around his cock for the second time, feeling him panting into her skin. His voice cracked as he called out her name, broken curses falling past his parted lips as he shot thick ropes of cum and painted her walls white. Each ribbon he fucked into her clouded his mind with nothing but his orgasm as he thrust into her, riding them both through their peaks.

“Fuck, baby.” Luke whined, voice lilting slightly high pitched and chest heaving as he slowed the bucking of his hips, coming to a stop once they were both done.

Y/N’s heart fluttered, her pussy giving a similar pulse. The glass began to fog with the moisture of their panting breaths, clouding their reflection in matching intervals with their heaving chests. When she glanced at his face in the mirror, she found his eyes trained on her, a grin gracing his lips.

Slowly, their eyes both trained on his cock as pulled out of her, his cum oozing down her legs. Y/N’s eyes hazed over with lust and his softening member twitched, rehardening at the sight, and with one glance at each other’s eyes through the mirror, they both knew they were nowhere near done for the night.

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8 AM

Felt soft today, so I wrote soft summer Jack Hughes

Jack Hughes x reader

I was rudely awoken by the sound of someone mowing their yard, groaning, I squish my face into my pillow before reaching over to wake Jack up. “Jack, go close the window,” I grunt out, but all I get is silence in response, peeking up from my pillow I squint over at his side of the bed and find it empty. Scrunching my face in confusion, truly awake at this point, I reach over to pull my phone off of the charger before checking the time. It’s 8 am. Why isn’t Jack in bed at 8 am? Groaning once again, I drag my body up and head into the bathroom to take care of my morning routine without Jack interrupting me like he typically does. When I’m done I open the door of our shared bedroom and smell the intoxicating scent of coffee. Sighing I head down the stairs of the Hughes family lakehouse for my true love, and to see my boyfriend Jack. Turning the corner and walking into the kitchen I see Jack standing in front of the coffee maker which makes me smile. I shuffle over to him and I wrap my arms around him so I press my face into his toned back. “Good morning baby, how did you sleep?” Jack’s gravely morning voice held no alarm because he immediately knew my touch. Sighing again I respond, “it was rudely awoken by the neighbor mowing his yard at this fine hour,” Jack chuckles at that before turning in my hold and wrapping his arms around my frame. Kissing the top of my head, he reaches back and holds out the mug of steaming coffee to me. Taking a large sip I let out a pleased moan at the familiar taste of my morning brew, “ugh you know me so well,” Jack just hums and smiles before pulling me back into his chest and swaying softly. 

Suddenly footsteps start to pound down the stairs and a wheezing laugh I know all too well rings in the air. Trevor. “Aw Cole, look at them, so soft and sweet this morning” rolling my eyes I turned to look at my mortal enemy and Cole. “Morning Cole,” I respond purposely ignoring Trevor who’s already bouncing off the walls at 8:15 in the morning. I don’t even listen as Trevor starts to yap at Jack about what we should all do today. Noticing my zoning out Jack starts to pull me away from the kitchen and outside to the backyard. Trevor notices and tries to follow us but Cole holds him back and effectively distracts him. 

When we finally escape the clutches of Trevor, Jack and I head out to sit and look at the gorgeous view of the lake in the morning. Jack sits down and before I can blink pulls me down onto his lap, careful to make sure my coffee doesn’t spill everywhere. Snuggling into him I turn to stare at him. He truly is gorgeous with his bright blue eyes, button nose, and pouty lips. Catching my stare, he gives me his soft smile that I know is reserved for me before saying “caught you staring gorgeous.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach and a blush breaks out on my cheeks, which makes Jack smile even more. “Can’t help it, I just love looking at you,” his smile is now a full blown grin due to my candor. Leaning down Jack kisses me all soft and sweet. Perfect kiss for this perfect morning.

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[lukehughescurls]

my short ass needed this. my turn when???! 🥹

Luke with a short gf who is head over heels in love with him

This is my Roman Empire I have you know

The way he’d be head over heals no matter your height (luke x tall gf coming your way too), there’s just something about the way he has bend his neck to look at your, the way you look so small he could just pick you right up and take you everywhere he wanted. He’d be so obsessed with how his hands would look resting on your body, how his clothes, especially his shirts and hoodies, would look close to ridiculous on you or how you need help getting things off of the very top shelves in the kitchen.

Well, you probably could manage the last one yourself, but there’s something fun about pressing your ass a little bit against him when he towers over you to grab your favourite mug and he has to excuse himself for a few minutes. More often than not, it would end in a little steamy makeup session, the kitchen table serving as the perfect chair so neither of you pull anything funny or get cramps because of the height difference.

Most of all, Luke would love the way you fit with him. The way your head naturally gets buried in his chest when he hugs you, how he can lean his head on your and press soft little kisses to your hair and when he’s feeling a little mischievous, how he can use your arm as a headrest. This also means he’s never one to shy away from occasionally holding an object of your desire far above your head, demanding a kiss or two as the price for it once more returning to a height you can reach.

It’s the same when you’re spooning in bed, Luke each and every time getting mind blown and at the same time appreciative because of the way your body just seems to naturally fit into the crook of his. Luke knows that has less to do with your height and more do to with the fact he’s in love with you, but he also likes to believe the universe sent you, exactly you, and created your bodies in such a way, that one would be the missing piece of the other.

Send pookie thoughts!💌

[lukehughescurls]

your fic was amazingggg!!!

thank you so much for reading 🫶🏻🥰

[lukehughescurls]

holy shit. i needed this after tonight’s game, ate it up per usual 🫶🏻

LUSTFUL CARESSES

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, orgasm denial, possessive behavior, choking kink, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Jack Hughes didn’t know what came over him when he saw Fem!Reader draped in his jersey.

A loud sigh left Jack’s lips as he not-so-quietly stomped through the door, a pout on his face. Today, for whatever reason, had been absolutely hell for him. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he did know he was in serious need of Y/N’s attention right now. He’s been craving her touch all day. When he got to her house, the only thing on Jack’s mind was seeing her, and having the privilege of hearing her greet him back.

However, he was slightly taken aback by the sight in front of him. Jack Hughes was not a man brought to his knees easily. And he certainly never thought a jersey could have that effect on him. But when he walked into her house to find Y/N wearing his jersey, his mind automatically went blank. The jersey was like a dress on her, he couldn’t tell if she was wearing anything underneath; probably shorts, he reasoned.

The opportunity to wear Jack’s clothes tainted her thoughts undoubtedly. Not only because it belonged to him, but because everything about Jack’s wardrobe, was just so Jack. Y/N had no problem with repping any and everything that belonged to her boyfriend. Whether it be wearing his pair of boxers as shorts or a random t-shirt to go out in broad daylight. She just longed for his material to be around her figure.

Jack remained silent, standing a few feet away from her which was unusual. Typically, when he came over after a game, he would find Y/N immediately, strong arms wrapping around her, letting her run her fingers through his hair while they exchanged how their days went. Though right now, he looked like a deer in headlights.

Y/N stood from the couch and visibly saw him stiffen. Almost imperceptibly, his gaze raked down her form. “Are you okay?” She asked, a little worried and confused about his behavior.

“I really like this on you.” Jack thumbed the hem of his jersey just grazing her thighs.

Oh. Oh, God. A blush bloomed across her cheeks at his plain words. Saying those kinds of things came naturally to Jack. He just said however he felt which was why it made color rush to her face; because she knew he truly meant whatever he was saying. He was already gazing at her hotly, so she knew it wouldn’t take much from her for him to lift her off her feet and take her right there and then.

Standing on her tiptoes, Y/N wrapped her arms around the back of his neck; the jersey lifting a bit to reveal the bare skin it had been hiding. “Do you like it on me?”

“Yes.” He groaned, his large hands settling on her hipbones.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek, then down his jaw, her warm breath against his skin sending a chill down his spine. Her lips trailed to the juncture of his neck and shoulder and Jack was utterly and completely hers. He was surely going to have his way with her, and she would gladly let him.

Jack didn’t know what came over him when he saw Y/N, draped in his jersey as his eyes scanned the way his name laid prettily across her skin. Something primal turned in his stomach as his mind fogged and his cock twitched, despite the fatigue lacing the rest of him, but suddenly, he never felt more energized.

“Jack.” Y/N breathed before it was cut off by a breathy little whimper when Jack pressed up against her, caging her against the kitchen counter as he smeared kisses along the dip of her shoulder, stretching the fabric wider to expose more skin for him to devour.

“Fuck, baby. Looks so fucking good on you.” The need in his voice surprised even him as it curled down her spine, feeling him kiss and bite at the pulse points in her throat before he pressed her chest against the counter. It was unlike him to be so desperate, but Y/N could already feel the way his cock was straining against his sweatpants, pressing between her thighs as his fingers curled around her panties.

Y/N wanted him to touch her more. Specifically, a part of her that was currently covered by his jersey that she was currently wearing. She made a move to lift it off her, but she was stopped by his hands latching around her wrists.

“No, baby.” Jack commanded, setting her skin aflame at the tone. “Leave it on.”

Y/N really had no idea the effect it was having on him. She might’ve had an idea could she see the tenting of his sweatpants to the point it was becoming unbearable. He drew closer to the apex of her thighs, finding she was already soaked for him. Jack felt himself throb at the thin little piece of fabric that separated him from her pussy, and fuck, he’d be prepared to beg at this point if she wasn’t already helping him push off her panties.

Y/N pushed herself up from the counter slightly when his body left her, followed by the dull sound of his knees hitting the ceramic tiling before he was burying himself between her thighs, making her tremble when he wasted no time pressing his mouth against her folds.

“Fuck, Jack. What’s gotten into you?” It was so fucking messy the way he was smacking and slurping at her, his large palms taking slow handfuls of her ass so he could spread her wider, making it easier for him to bathe her clit in strong licks and mindless rolls of his tongue until she was grinding back into his movements.

“People need to know that you’re mine.” Jack grunted as he pulled her closer, pushing himself past the entrance to her pussy so he could taste the slick gathered there. He swallowed loudly with every messy, lewd press of his tongue along the spots that had her melting, reaching back to twist her hands in his hair and pull him closer.

“Oh, God.” Y/N’s tone was a bit needier this time, desperate for his tongue to go at any pace faster than it was currently.

Y/N’s fingers tightened on the strands of hair, toes curling and eyes closing in ecstasy. Another deep rumble from his chest, echoing through her body shot lightning through her, as he continued his lazy pace. She was such a lovely sight from between her legs and that jersey was doing wonders to him.

Jack knew she was close when her fingers left his hair to grip the counter and her legs inching closer to squeeze his head between her thighs. He rested his palms on her inner thighs to pry her legs apart, straining against the pressure she was applying to try and close them.

Just as Y/N’s lips parted to moan, Jack suddenly left her, stumbling onto his feet as his trembling hands pulled at his waistband. His fingers grabbed around the shaft of his cock and she could feel the pre-cum smear along her thighs as he moved closer, curling over her until he had her pinned back against the counter.

Y/N could feel the way Jack was panting against her, his muscled chest expanding against the skin of her back with every ragged breath he took. His lips pressed back against her neck as he lined himself up, grunting to himself as he began to sink into her. She was already babbling at the stretch, dreamy moans of his name followed by, “It’s too much, Jack. Too big.”

Jack didn’t think she’s ever sounded prettier as he cursed roughly, pulling back to admire the way his fucking last name looks printed against her skin. “Say you’re mine.”

"I'm yours, Jack. Only yours.” Y/N murmured and writhed, her heart racing so fast that she could feel her entire body pulsing.

There was a mixture of want and carnal need throbbing in Jack’s cock as he pushed into her, feeling her twitch and twist as Y/N grabbed and scratched at his forearm when he grazed past her swollen sweet spots while she rewarded the spread of his cock with another dizzying squeeze that made him swear he was gonna pass out.

Jack has always been big, no matter how many times he’s fucked her. She was always so tight around him, clenching hard until he was smearing messy kisses along her shoulder, fucking drooling along her skin while his hands were almost curling fists into her hips.

He groaned, his fingers digging into her skin and she lifted her head, wanting to look into his eyes as she took him inside of her. Jack blinked his eyes open, meeting her gaze with his cloudy eyes. The intensity of their eye contact alone almost made her lose the little control she had left. Her hand drifted down her stomach, fingers dipping into her heat.

"You're gonna make me cum doing that." Jack’s mouth curved in a half smile. His fingers dug into her hips and tension gathered in his forearms.

For some strange reason, she felt proud of herself. Y/N returned his smile and rubbed her fingertip over her clit, sliding through her wetness. An ache built inside her, gaining pressure until she felt she might burst. Her lips parted, and she watched him through half-closed lids.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N." Jack leaned back over her, pressing his body along the length of hers.

Y/N clenched her hands into fists as he moved one hand up to squeeze her breast, gently pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled her down and kissed her. She melted against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and laying her body against his.

"Jack." She whispered his name. At the sound of his name on her lips, he began to move faster. Y/N pulled on his neck, drawing him down to her until he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Their bodies slid together, moving in time, their sweat mingling.

Jack grunted, followed by a satisfied moan from her lips when he finally bottomed out. Y/N was so full and his hips pressed tightly against hers for a few moments, but Jack was so needy, his fingers flexed almost too hard in the skin as he readjusted his feet with a low growl and drew his hips back, slamming back into her immediately after.

The pace he started was almost animalistic, each thrust feels heavy and sharp, the blunt head of his cock sliding along every sweet spot perfectly and it felt like he was igniting every nerve ending in her body as she jolted beneath him.

“Oh, God. Please, Jack.” Y/N whimpered, surprised she could still form a sentence with how he already had her head spinning, fucking almost every word and coherent thought out of her mind that wasn’t his name or how good he was making her feel. The sound of his pants and growls between her moans only made her feel even better, feeling him drive her closer to the cool kitchen counter beneath her as he palmed and grabbed at her body.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Jack growled against her skin, his teeth grazing the nape of her neck before his tongue laved over the skin after.

Jack’s pace stuttered as he pulled back, his large palm pressing gently against the back of her neck just as he angled her hips higher against his own, sharp eyes trained on her as his fingers twisted in the material. The new angle only drove him to shove his cock deeper into her pussy while the lewd, wet squelching noises bouncing around the kitchen every time his hips slammed against hers grew even louder.

Y/N let out a babble of his name from her lips, one that was whispery and choked and his eyes almost fucking rolled into the back of his head at the sound. Her walls twitched and clamped down around him even harder until he was throbbing inside of her. Each quick thrust felt like it was leaving her breathless and driven by the same determination that would burn in him during a game.

Jack groaned, almost whimpering as his jaw slackened. But despite how fucked out he was, he still found it in himself to pull her back up against his chest, letting her head twist over her shoulder to meet his so he could kiss her, grumbling against her lips as he pulled her close.

“I need to get you to wear this more often for me.” Jack said, relishing in the little whine she released from his compliment.

Jack was buried deep inside her, head of his cock slamming into her throbbing cervix. He felt good; too good, and he knew it. He was too smug to not know when Y/N was about to explode, soaking his cock with everything she had, eyes rolling in the back of her skull as he forced her to stay over the edge for as long as he could make her.

Y/N watched the game, and his team lost tonight, and she knew he was barely himself from the anger. The winning goal was cheap and easy, and fuck Nico Daws for letting it fucking pass. She saw it in his eyes when the camera shown him on the bench. She saw it again when he got into a fight with someone on the opposing team, sending blood everywhere. She knew that when he came over after the game, she was gonna get it, fast, hard and enough to render her immobile for the weekend.

Jack reached up to push his hair back from where it was sticking slightly to the light sheen of sweet across his forehead as he sped up his hips. “My sexy little cheerleader.” He purred, hitting that spot deep inside her, sending shrills down her spine to be quickly drowned by pleasure. “So pretty in my jersey. Fuck, I just wanna take you on the ice and make everyone in that stadium be half as lucky as me.”

The cloth stuck to her sweaty back uncomfortably, the long sleeves sliding down her arm as Y/N clawed at his toned, hardened shoulders. But she didn’t care. All she could think about was the speeding up-of his hips as he slammed into her throbbing pussy, velvety walls squeezing him harder and harder with every increase of speed.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Jack husked, going nose to nose with her. She nodded rapidly as she cupped his face in her hands, bringing it down to kiss her. It was hard, deep and passionate. It was the perfect match to the constant pounding between her hips. He pulled away, eyes hazy with lust. “Good girl. So fucking pretty when you cum.”

Jack’s hands gripped her skin tighter, leaving red spots on her flesh as he did. Y/N’s head threw backwards when his cock reached a certain bundle inside of her and started abusing it with sharp, deep thrusts.

"You’re so fucking beautiful." Jack whispered, his velvet voice completely opposite of his actions. His hands kept kneading the soft skin of her body, roaming up and down her waist. "And all fucking mine."

Y/N couldn’t help but tighten her inner muscles around him, sending waves of pleasure down his body. Each time she did, he grunted and praised her with more nasty words, his voice driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her legs trembled, and it almost seemed that if he wasn't holding her body up, she would collapse onto the floor.

"I know you're close." Jack teasingly whispered while biting on her neck, making her squirm in his grasp. He leaned in close, her thigh muscles being pulled and stretched like taffy. “My pretty girl, moaning these sweet moans for me. I could get off to that shit alone.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as a deep moan was caught in her throat, pending release being stopped abruptly by Jack sliding out, jerking his cock in front of her. Her eyes were glossy as she peered at him in betrayal, pent up tears sliding with her rapid blinking.

"Such a shame that we lost tonight, eh? Really would’ve loved to see that pretty little face in action.” Jack pouted, sounding far too amused with her desperate state. He was being relentless. When he set his mind to something, he wouldn’t stop until it was completed. And right now, the task at hand was ensuring Y/N was a squirming, begging, whimpering mess.

Practically sobbing, she let out garbled whines of ‘please’ tumbling from her lips, but they fell on deaf ears as Jack shoved his fingers into her mouth, smirking as she began sucking, her eyes rolling back. Never breaking eye contact, not even once, he traced the curve of her hip with his free hand before moving his hand up to massage her breast, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. Y/N let out a strangled moan when his hand then traveled up the valley of her breasts before wrapping themselves around her throat.

“Do you think you can be a good girl for me, baby?” He challenged, in a voice so deep that it made her eyes flutter shut, but his question had her nodding profusely.

That’s all it really took for Jack to bring his fingers back against her heat, this time spreading her wetness over her entrance and coating his fingers before thrusting two digits inside her dripping core.

“Oh, God.” Y/N gasped, gripping the counter beneath her for support as she looked up at him, the way that his jaw seemed to clench in contraction as his fingers pumped in and out of her steadily at their own pace.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” Jack groaned at the sight of her with her eyes tightly shut and her mouth forming a perfect “o,” moans and a string of profanities leaving her lips. It drove him crazy looking at her like this.

“Yes, Jack. Please, keep going.” She squeaked.

Jack took this as his que to add another finger inside her, pumping three fingers relentlessly in and out of her. The pace he was going had her feeling like she was about to explode. He felt her walls clenching against his fingers, and he could tell that she was about to reach her high, but that didn’t slow him down.

“Beg. Beg me if you want to cum. I wanna hear that pretty little voice, Y/N.” Jack encouraged, and she wasn’t about to disobey.

“Please, Jack. Please, let me cum. I need to. Please, please, please.” Y/N cried in pleasure, dying for release.

Jack’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, not lifting his gaze from her. In that moment, he could’ve sworn that she was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life. But before he could immerse himself in her beauty any more, a scream that tore from her chest managed to cut off his train of thought as his fingers just non-intentionally found her G-spot. Y/N jerked into his hand as she arched her back in complete and utter bliss.

"You ready, baby?" Jack grunted. Through her haze, she looked back at him out of the corner of her eye. Words were no longer an option. “Cum for me.”

His tone and touch sent her over the edge and she wailed loudly as she came harder than she had before. Jack bit her shoulder harshly in an attempt to tone down his loud growl of her name, a yelp escaping her lips at the harshness of his teeth digging into her skin.

Y/N’s mind was now clouded, her vision going blurry as her stomach twisted into knots for one final time before she was finally releasing into his palm, her juices dripping onto the floor. Her eyes rolled back and her hand was immediately flying down to stop his. Jack stopped his movements, though not yet allowing his fingers to leave her core as he let her ride her high, grinding her core against his fingers by herself.

Jack slowly pulled his fingers out then, Y/N wincing at the faint sting to which he was quick to mutter gentle apologies with tender kisses on her shoulder to match. The second she felt fully empty of him, her legs quickly turned numb, limbs growing limp as if all her strength had been fucked out of her body. She felt herself slip into a daze, eyes fluttering close as her body grew faint in Jack’s hold.

“Hey, look at me.” Jack called softly, her eyes opening only halfway through as she looked into his blue ones. He smiled sweetly, sighing in relief as he whispered, “Hi there, pretty girl.”

Y/N merely hummed in response with a tired smile, falling forwards to press her lips against his weakly. Jack chuckled between the kiss, thumb running over her cheek before he gently pulled away a few moments later.

"There she is." Jack said softly. He smiled as his hand cupped her cheek. "Talk to me. Are you okay?"

Y/N nodded, words still seeming too difficult. He chuckled a little at her dazed expression. She slowly gazed up at him. "What was that?"

Jack smiled down at her, still holding her tight with one hand while stroking her cheek with the other. "You were a little lost there, baby." He watched as her eyes slowly opened and a soft sleepy smile spread across her face. "Are you sure that you're feeling alright?"

A glassy-eyed nod of her head was all he received in response, and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Of course she was alright. In fact, Y/N wasn't sure if she's ever been more alright.

“Yeah?” Jack nodded with a soft chuckle, pushing himself forward to leave sweet pecks on her lips before smiling at her teasingly. “You are never, ever taking this jersey off.”

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at long last

luke hughes x childhood best friend

2k words

Staring up at my childhood best friend I realized two things. One, I could never imagine my life without him in it. Two, I was hopelessly in love with him and there was nothing I could do about it. 

Following Luke to Michigan was a spontaneous choice made one drunken night the summer before our senior year, when Luke looked over at me stating that he couldn't believe I wanted to move to New York for school. Asking how I could go so far from him. In that moment I had made my mind up, I was going to Mich with him and nothing was going to stop me. 

Back to the present moment, we’re currently cuddled up on the couch in the sophomore house living room, Luke talking to his teammates while I observe the party going on around us. Tonight the party was in full swing because Michigan had beat Penn State and Luke had scored four goals meaning the celebration was bound to go all night long. Looking around I notice Ethan, Mark, and Duker staring me down. Luke was too preoccupied talking to Adam and Luca to notice their staring. When I looked over again Ethan had motioned to the kitchen when he and the boys started making their way in. Catching the hint I start getting up before Luke stops me, “Bug where are you going.” Of course I can’t get away without my supposed guard dog noticing, “Just going to get a refill, do you want anything from the kitchen?” Luke shakes his head no and goes back to talking to the Fantilli boys letting me make my escape. 

When I finally made my way into the kitchen the trio was already staring at the door waiting for my arrival, “when are you going to put him out of his misery and tell him you love him.” Dylan exclaimed, leaving me in shock. “Dylan, Luke and I are best friends, nothing more.” My statement made the three boys groan, “Oh come on we all know that's such bullshit, right Mark?” Ethan said while turning to Mark who had been silent, finally opening his mouth to say, “Bug you may not be able to admit it to yourself but it's pretty obvious to the rest of us that you both are hopelessly in love with each other.” Shaking my head and grabbing a seltzer out of the fridge I attempt to walk past the boys unscathed but Mark grabs my arm causing me to look up at him, “Just think about what we’re saying.” I nod before walking back to Luke where I see a pretty blonde sitting where I had previously occupied. Scoffing, I turn back to the three boys saying, “ya he looks so in love with me you guys.” I try escaping back into the kitchen but Luke notices my presence yelling, “Bug! Come meet Sofia.” The pull Luke has on me is massive because I find my feet walking in the direction of the large couch when that's the last place my heart wants to take me. Sofia looks over at me and smiles. Of course her smile is perfect, beaming at me with white straight teeth. When I reach the couch she leaps up giving me a hug exclaiming, “Luke has told me so much about you,” and before I can stop myself I mutter, “oh, well he hasn’t mentioned you.” Watching her smile start to drop I realize my mistake, “That was not meant to come out so rudely ignore me, how do you and Luke know each other?” I ask laughing and shaking my head hoping to diffuse the situation. It clearly works because she starts going on and on about a class the two of them share. 

While Sofia talks I sit and listen with a solemn smile on my face hoping it's passing off as pleasant. Luke starts jumping into the conversation causing me to put my focus upon both of them and all I can see is this picture perfect couple. Sofia with her blonde hair and long tan legs that match perfectly with Lukes height. It dawns on me while sitting there how happy and relaxed Luke seems around Sofia, making me wonder if he’s keeping something from me. If he’s been keeping her a secret. Looking at our friends they all seem pretty comfortable around her, has she been here? Has she slept in his bed with him? The same bed we sit on and talk for hours, do they talk for hours too? Is what we share just limited to friendship? Feeling overwhelmed I interrupt the conversation stating that I need some air. Luke looks over at me with concern written all over his face, so I laugh it off and say, “It’s just so hot in here.” Luke clearly feels comfortable with my answer because he nods his head and says, “Come get me if you need me.” I give him a short nod saying, “Sofia, it was so nice to meet you, hopefully I’ll see you around later on,” She gives me another megawatt smile before nodding her head in response. 

When I finally burst out of the house away from the hoards of people and my best friend who clearly loves someone else I let go of the breath I didn’t realize I was holding onto. It comes out of me shuddering as I lower myself onto the stairs taking deep soothing breaths, jumping when I feel someone rest their hand on my shoulder. Did Luke follow me outside? Looking up I realize it’s Mark, who's wearing a bleak look on his face. I start to frown realizing I must be so naive to believe Luke would follow me out here when he clearly is preoccupied by perfect Sofia. Mark takes a seat next to me on the stairs, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his side. “Hey what's got you down? That excuse may have convinced Luke but not me.” Of course he notices, “You’re right, I love him.” I sigh and Mark barks out a laugh saying, “Ya, I know, I’ve known that since the day he introduced me to you.” I start laughing leaning into him more as he starts to rub my arm, “Bug, I really do think he’s in love with you too, we all see how he looks at you it's as if you hung the stars in the sky.” Mark comments “Who knew you were such a romantic marky,” my nickname making him groan, “not the nickname bug, you know I hate that.” Giggling I state “well I’ve been saying it since we were freshman and you haven’t stopped me yet.” I give him a puzzling look and his response is simple, “well I can’t tell you no it’s actually impossible,” making me laugh even harder and Mark joins in. Our laughter is interrupted by the door slamming shut causing us to both turn around. Luke stands by the door looking at us with an imperceptible look on his face, “oh hi Luke, you want to come join us.” I say while patting the space next to me. He rolls his eyes before spitting out, “no you look pretty occupied with Mark, no need for my company.” His tone shocked me, it was venomous. “Anyways I’ll leave you guys to it, I need another drink,” Luke states before stalking back into the house. Mark and I look over at each other, my shock written on my face while Mark has a knowing smile on his face. I go to stand up but Mark stops me, “wait don’t follow him. He clearly needs to cool off.” I nod my head in agreement and settle back into conversation. 

I didn't see Luke until the end of the night. Mark had dragged me back inside a little while after Luke had left and we had been shooting the shit with Ethan. When I do see him he doesn't look like himself. He has a scowl on his face that's causing the room to feel tense and people to avoid eye contact, yet I’m unable to stop looking at him. Feeling my gaze he turns to me and says, “Bug we should go to bed” which is a statement everyone in the room is used to due to Luke and I having frequent sleepovers. Following his long strides up the stairs I start to feel unsure about what's going to happen when Luke closes the door. I’m standing in the center of his room when he starts rummaging through his closet before handing me one of his Michigan t-shirts and turning to close the door. When the door finally shuts I’m still standing there, shirt limp in my hands. “Why are you just standing there?” Luke exclaims, I don’t know if I should stay with him or if I should walk away. Finally finding my voice I tell him “Luke I think I’m going to go home,” gently setting the shirt on the bed and starting to walk past him when he suddenly reaches out and grabs my arm. The hold isn’t tight but it stops my movement turning my head up towards him, I find him staring down at me with an indescribable look on his face until he speaks and everything becomes clear. “Don't bug, please, stay with me” my head feels at war, I know I shouldn’t stay with him especially if he’s dating Sofia, but those puppy dog eyes always win. Before I can stop myself I blurt out, “what about Sofia? How would your girlfriend feel if I slept in the same bed as you,” Luke scoffs rolling his eyes before countering back with “she’s not my girlfriend, unlike you I don’t keep my relationship status a secret from my best friend.” His words run deep. Suddenly the conflict turns to anger, ripping my arm from his grasp I raise my voice and say “what the hell are you talking about Luke” I don’t even blink before he responds with “Mark.” I can’t help but let out a cackle, “Mark, you think I’m with Mark??” He obviously finds my response annoying because his face starts to morph into anger, “he was all over outside of course I think you’re with Mark.” I start to laugh even harder, the laughter sounding manic, “Luke how could I be with Mark when I’m in love with you.” Suddenly everything stops and my face drops. 

The room is completely silent. Luke and I standing still, staring at each other. There’s no way I just said that. My face goes beet red and, with Luke distracted I start to make my escape. I have the door open when a hand pops out of nowhere and shuts it closed again. I can feel his presence behind me but I refuse to turn around and face him. Luke takes care of that for me, grabbing me and physically turning me around himself, “bug I need you to open your eyes,” I shake my head no and Luke prods again, “baby please look at me.” I fold and slowly peel my eyes open, when I finally look at him all I can see on his face is adoration, “can you say that again for me.” I know he’s not mocking me so I say it again “Luke, I’m in love with you,” his face stretches in a wide grin “I love you too pretty girl.” Relief floods my body and I sag into him when he wraps his arms around me. “I’ve been waiting to say that to you since we were 16, can I kiss you please,” I don’t even hesitate before shooting my body upwards, grabbing his face and crashing our lips together. The kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, soft and sweet but fiery all at the same time. His hands wrap around my lower back lifting me to him so he can kiss me deeper. Poking his tongue into my mouth I let him take the lead as he walked us back to his bed and sat down on the edge with me on his lap. His lips start to trail down my neck sucking and kissing everywhere he can touch, he finds my sweet spot causing a breathy whimper to escape my lips. Yanking his face back to mine I give him one more long peck before pulling away and staring into his eyes. I grin down at him before tucking myself into his neck and snuggling close. He kisses the top of my head before saying, “Why didn’t we do that sooner?” I snort before responding, “I have no idea but there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now.” Luke hums in agreement before standing up and heading into his bathroom with me trailing behind me. We get ready for bed in silence and Luke somehow manages to stay wrapped up in me while we do our nightly routines together. 

Crawling into bed, Luke is quick to follow me, slipping into his side and pulling me to his chest. I snuggle into him as he drags his hand up and down my arm. Breathing deeply I let sleep overtake me while my thoughts are all about the man I’m in bed with. Next thing I know there’s bright light shining into my face, letting out a groan I slowly blink my eyes open and look around. When I look down I see an arm sprawled against my stomach and a hand resting over my boob. Smiling, I shake my head and quietly laugh at Lukes hold on me while I reach for my phone, my movement causing Luke to stir. “Mmmm go to sleep its early,” my sleepy boy grumbles before pulling me to him and sticking his face in my neck. I laugh louder now, amused by his antics before looking at the time, deciding it is in fact early I place a kiss on top of his curl before pulling the blanket closer to us. Luke clearly falls back asleep because I can feel his little puffs of air hit my neck making me squirm a little. Unable to close my eyes I find myself staring at my beautiful boy in complete disbelief that last night happened. Luke loves me, he loves the girl who cried when she fell in the mud in third grade, the girl who refused to wear skirts until the age of ten because she wanted to fit in with the boys, the girl who knew she loved him the minute he told her she was his good luck charm. Time goes by and I start to feel Luke kiss my neck before looking up at me and saying, “good morning baby,” in his sexy morning voice. My face starts to flush but I say good morning back before getting up to go make coffee. Luke whines but lets me walk out the door and down the stairs, where I find no one else awake. As I’m standing in the kitchen waiting for my coffee to brew I feel two strong arms entwine around my body and feel a curly mop brush against my cheek. Leaning back into him he starts to sway us as his grip tightens. Turning around I circle my arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him, Luke instantly reciprocates and deepens the kiss but the moment is ruined when a loud gasp rings off the kitchen walls. 

Luke and I turn to face the door and see Mark standing there with a shit eating grin on his face. He looks like a kid opening presents on Christmas morning. With that excited gleam in his eyes he yells, “GUYS GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE NOW,” loud footsteps race down the stairs and into the kitchen, Luke still holding me to him when three other people join us in the kitchen. Ethan smirks and Dylan exclaims, “mom and dad!!” Mackie just rubs the sleep out of his eyes and smiles at us before heading back to his room. Mark is still grinning when he says, “I told you so.” Of course the cocky fucker has to rub this in my face. Rolling my eyes I go to respond but Luke beats me to it, “leave my girlfriend alone Estapa, it’s early save the teasing for later.” I can't help but pull back in surprise because Luke just referred to me as his girlfriend. “Girlfriend, huh?” Luke turns bright red before stuttering out, “well.. I uh I mean if you don’t want to be my girlfriend, it’s totally cool." I can’t help but pull him down for another kiss before whispering against his lips, “of course I’ll be your girlfriend you dork.” Luke smiles into my lips before kissing me again. Only stopping when Duker starts slow clapping which leads the rest of his roommates to follow along. “Look at you Hughesy, you got the girl,” Looking away from me he smiles and says, “ya I did, I got the girl.” 

Staring up at my childhood best friend I realized two things. One, I could never imagine my life without him in it. Two, I was hopelessly in love with him and he felt the same way. 

hope you enjoyed, this was my first fic so please be kind. feedback is always welcome :)

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the way this game had me going through the 7 stages of grief.

FUCK THE C*NES AND FUCK FUCKING AHO

THEY CAN ALL GO TO HELL

[lukehughescurls]

this was absolutely everything.

DAWN AWAKENING

WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.

PAIRING(S): Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which waking up in the morning has never been so pleasant.

The mixture of the feeling of the warm sunshine and Luke’s touch on her bare back was easily Y/N’s favorite way to wake up on a lazy Sunday. A smile curled her lips up, eyes still closed as she nuzzled into the pillow when her careful fingertips reached his shoulders and she drew a tiny heart on it.

Luke must be tired, Y/N thought to herself when the bright rays of sun peaked through the crack in the blinds onto the crumpled sheets where she was lying on her side, admiring Luke’s still sleeping figure beside her because being able to admire him like this-parted lips and softened features before he woke up was always worth the extra yawns that day. Mornings with Luke were when she could feel herself go dizzy over his beauty undisturbed, and she’s known to take full advantage of it. It didn’t matter; he deserved to be called pretty every waking hour, and she was willing to provide. And provide she did.

"I can feel you staring, you know.” Luke groaned, the low hum of his voice rumbled in a sort of echo from his chest before he was peeking one eye open to frown at her before he rolled onto his side. "Quit it." He finished even as one of his biceps moved to wrap around her and pull her closer to him, anyway.

"Can’t I admire how pretty you are?" Y/N hummed and her voice lilted to a tease, barely noticeable with the sleep still lacing it, but he clicked his tongue because he heard it.

"Shut up." Luke groaned, but it was followed by an exhale that sounded a lot like a laugh.

Y/N knew that he was nuzzling into his pillow in the hopes she didn’t see the affectionate smile tugging at his lips when she began to place featherlight kisses from the side of his neck up to his jaw; giggling in between while a sleepy, honeyed good morning fell from her lips. She heard Luke sigh contently as the weight of his arm around her squeezed slightly.

"Who knew that Luke Hughes was such a softie?" Y/N giggled, pinching at his cheek and she watched him pull back before he rolled his eyes despite the dusting of pink on his features, fingers curling gently round her wrist after he batted her away with a grumble.

"Would you quit it with that shit?” Luke grunted, but he still brought her hand closer to his face to press his lips against her fingertips in a tender kiss.

"Okay, how about the prettiest softie?" Y/N sighed, and the way her fingers suddenly moved from his hold to trace along the outline of his cheek bone seemed to catch him off guard, watching his eyes widen slightly, then soften at the gentleness of her touch before he tried to cover it up with another groan.

“Fuck, no." Luke muttered, rubbing his eyes a few times until they were a little hazy and bloodshot, but she still thought they were beyond pretty and captivating. “What’s gotten into you today? You’re being so sappy.”

“Can I not appreciate my boyfriend?” Y/N said, booping his nose before staring into his eyes — those eyes that whispered silent reassurances when he looked into hers, ones that gave her the comfort that nothing and no one else could provide.

Luke groaned as he squinted at her, the room still a little too bright for him right now, but she found herself giggling at the pout that rested on his lips, accompanied with the even more unkempt appearance of his bed head.

“Would you quit laughing at me? God, it’s too early to deal with your bullshit, Y/N.” Her boyfriend grumbled before he was rubbing the sleep from his eyes, blinking at her a few times before his thumb was brushing over hers affectionately. There was a silent little good morning that pooled in the affectionate, sleepy look he gave her when she smiled.

"What? Don’t like being called pretty, Luke? Because I think you like it." Y/N said quickly and there was an affectionate squeeze from his fingers on her skin that she knew he meant to come off as more annoyed than it actually did, but his calloused hands were still gentle when they touched her and she couldn’t help but notice that his face looked a little more blissful than usual at her comeback.

"You’ve gotta have a fucking snooze button." Luke huffed and she feigned offense when she scrunched up her nose and turned her back to him with a huff, wriggling slightly out of his arms.

"Well, someone’s a bit grumpy this morning." Y/N mumbled, but maybe it was because she knew that he was going to groan before pulling her back against his chest, his biceps tighter this time just incase she tried to wriggle away from his grasp while he smeared a short kiss along the dip of her shoulder, followed by a scoff in defeat.

Mornings with Luke were nice, pleasant and sleepy. It was rare that he wasn't up for morning skate, but it still felt nice to spend the morning with his bigger body blanketing her. His bicep curled around Y/N to hug her closer to his chest while his fingers left featherlight touches along her spine, still warm as she basked in the remnants of her tingling pleasure.

"Good morning, baby." Luke breathed, his lips curling into a smile when he kissed her once on the temple and she couldn’t help but laugh when he followed it with a few more ticklish ones after.

“Well, it’s technically good afternoon now, Luke." Y/N grinned and she felt him tangle his fingers loosely with hers before he patted around the mattress for his phone, squinting at the numbers on the bright screen before he wiggled closer to encourage her to cuddle up to him.

"Oh, yeah? It’s still good as long as you're in my arms." Luke drawled, pink cheeked as he looked over her with a fondness that she’d always found in his eyes that were always on hers.

“You’re so cheesy, you know.” Y/N laughed, a breathier sort as she patted at his chest and she watched his cheeks puff when his lips pulled into an exaggerated pout.

"Oh, now you say that, but it’s not gonna be long before you admit that you love it." Luke replied quickly, cheeky smile in place when he leaned forward to kiss her firmly on the lips.

"Gross." Y/N teased and Luke grinned lazily in response, making her heart skip a beat.

“Nuh-uh, baby. That isn’t what you were saying a few minutes ago." Luke heard himself answer, unfiltered amusement in his tone followed by a snicker when he quickly threw the blankets off of her as payback.

When Y/N giggled up at him, he leaned forward to gather her into his arms, just as the sun leaked through the blinds to paint her in a more golden hue. Luke took a breath and he held it, because he realized that love looks just like this, just like her.

"See, you can barely tear yourself away." Luke chuckled, but he gave her a softer sort of look when he leaned his head to the side, messy curls falling slightly over his eyes while his hands settled into the dip of her waist.

"And how long is it gonna take for you to admit you love it?" Y/N rebutted, mimicking his words from a few moments ago before she was breaking into a laugh when he pinched at her sides, just enough to have her squirming and giggling in his hold.

"Oh? I’ll admit it right now, baby." Luke couldn’t help but say, his voice tender as he tried not to let it crack at how suddenly overwhelmed he felt. “I love you." His words were soft, and the sound had her nuzzling into him, feeling his delicate fingers trace comforting shapes along her skin as the corners of his lips upturn slightly.

Y/N softened before she smiled this time, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I love you, too." She breathed in earnest because she knew that he meant it, and Luke gave her a look that was a little amused as much as it was in love.

“Is that right? Now look who’s the cheesy one.” He chuckled before he was squeezing at her cheeks and kissing her again. The kiss was slow and deep, but so delicate that it was impossible not to melt into the feeling.

Just as Luke pulled away and flashed a boyish smile before kissing her again, Y/N swore if time froze right in that instant, she would be stuck in one of the happiest moments she’d ever experienced. Since the day Luke stumbled into her life, it had never been about the big gestures or moments. Simply sharing kisses while extremely exhausted and being in each other’s arms to catch up on desperately needed cuddles was a reminder of how amazing their love was for each other.

A few minutes later, when she settled back into her earlier position, Y/N was leaving kisses on any exposed piece of his skin while lightly stroking up and down his side, and Luke let his eyes close once more. The bright sun of the city flooded through the windows, illuminating her boyfriend in a breathtaking glow that she couldn’t get enough of.

Y/N contently hummed before Luke leaned in and planted a chaste kiss to her cheek. “I’ve missed this.” She breathed out and his hand laid flat on her back as he breathed out a little heavily as an answer. She knew that Luke missed it too, the endless calls and countless texts they’ve always exchanged when he was away always showed her how she wasn’t the only one struggling with the time spent separated.

Luke has never been in love until he met Y/N. It was almost natural when his lips rested against her forehead and he realized that he'd never get used to how warm she felt pressed against his chest. He inhaled, and instead of the crisp air, he smelled her shampoo and he smiled because he remembered the way she giggled when he told her he liked how it smelt on their third date. Even though he still cringes at the compliment, he thought it smelt a little more like home now.

Luke still remembered the first time Y/N’s hand fit through his and squeezed when she knew he was nervous, and now it served as his reminder to exhale. He remembered how she looked in his jersey with his name across her back for the first time and the heat in his cheeks. He remembered the tremble in his fingers when he first asked to kiss her, and he still remembered the beat in his chest when she actually said yes and how gentle her fingers felt.

He smiled and then he thought again, because he did love things. He loved the warmth of her hand against his when it intertwined with his own, and he loved the feeling of her fingers kneading at his muscles after a long practice. He loved hearing Y/N talk about her day because she glowed differently when she spoke about what she loved, and he loved the smell of her shampoo on his bedsheets.

It was different, Luke realized. It wasn’t like the year after year of rejected Valentines chocolates because now, he knew he got to spend that holiday with her. Y/N was always the first person on his mind when he scored a goal because he hoped she knew it was for her, and he knew if he looked a little to his left she’d be right there in the stands with a proud smile that adorned her pretty face that said she did.

Luke was become softer and warmer, he realized before he was snorting and rolling his eyes at his own lovesick thoughts. But a gentle sort of realization clicked into place when he looked at her one last time and he had never been so sure of anything in his life when he muttered a quick, “I love you.” He felt his world settle into place when Y/N nuzzled closer to his chest because mornings like this made Luke thankful that the first person he ever fell in love with, was her.