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[ssunsetter]

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Trigger Warnings (TW):

Explicit sexual content, mirror play, oral sex (f receiving), emotional tension, strong language, soft dom/sub dynamics

Tension boils over as Y/N and Luke use intimacy to reconnect

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She didn’t know how to fix it. Words had lost their shape, their weight. She needed something real, something felt.

Luke appeared in the doorway, tall and broad, shadows carving out the sharp lines of his frame. His eyes met hers across the room, tired, but still so painfully beautiful.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low, rough.

She nodded, barely. “Just thinking.”

Luke crossed the room slowly, sitting beside her. His body was warm, his thigh brushing hers. Still not touching, not fully.

“About what?”

“Us.” Her voice caught. “It feels like you’re slipping.”

His jaw clenched. “I know. I’ve been stuck in my own head. I don’t know how to fix it either.”

“Then stop thinking,” she whispered, reaching for him. “Feel it instead.”

Their lips met like a sigh, like a spark being reignited. Luke’s hand slid to the back of her neck, grounding her, claiming her. The kiss deepened, all teeth and want, years of emotion spilling out.

He broke the kiss suddenly, eyes searching hers. “Bedroom,” he rasped. “Now.”

They stumbled down the hall, clothes discarded with urgent fingers. He backed her up to the full-length mirror beside the dresser, pressing her bare body against the cool glass.

“I want you to see,” he muttered, lips at her ear, teeth grazing skin. “I want you to watch how much I love you.”

Y/N’s breath stuttered as he dropped to his knees behind her, parting her thighs. She met her own gaze in the mirror just as his tongue met her pussy… slow, deep, and deliberate. Her head tipped back, but Luke growled low.

“No,” he said, his voice thick. “Look.”

She did. Her reflection was flushed, panting, hair messy and wild as Luke buried himself between her legs like a man starved. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, his tongue working slow circles that had her legs shaking. He licked her like he was trying to memorize the taste… slow and filthy, eyes locked on hers in the mirror.

When she came, it was with a cry muffled into her arm, her body trembling against the glass.

Luke stood, mouth slick, eyes dark. “Get on the bed. Keep facing the mirror & look at me. Want to see your face when I fuck you.”

She obeyed, limbs weak, heart pounding. He took his time, dragging the tip of himself along her entrance before thrusting in deep, one hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping her hip.

Their eyes met in the mirror again, his expression wrecked, hers wild with need. He pounded into her, deep and slow, his voice rough in her ear.

“This… this is how I fix it. You. Me. Like this.”

The room was filled with breathless moans and skin against skin, the slap of bodies and quiet curses. When they both came, her nails digging into the sheets, his low groan against her shoulder, it wasn’t just physical. It was release, reconnection, raw and real.

Later, tangled in each other, sweat cooling between them, Luke brushed a strand of hair from her cheek.

“I thought I was losing you,” he murmured.

“You’re not,” she said softly. “You never were.”

He kissed her again, slower this time. With meaning. And in the soft quiet that followed, they didn’t just feel like lovers, they felt like home again.

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