#lukesie bb 🐛.

[kisses4kaia]

mdni. 18+ content. another installment of this au.

college!luke castellan doesn’t care about hickies.

of course, his frat brothers tease them relentlessly, but he does nothing to rebate the suggestions from most that they were from you. it wasn’t any secret that you and him had been fucking—casually, of course, he didn’t have time for relationships—for some time now, but it always left you a little jarred when he would be so open to the display of red bites left splayed on his neck.

“won’t they see?” you ask a bit dumbly after luke asks you to mark him through passionate kisses. rudely—your friends thought—he’d pulled you away from the dining hall with no explanation other than ‘needing you’.

“what?” he says, slightly breathless from kissing. the question had taken him aback because, had he not made it clear by now?

“won’t your friends see the… you know?” the sheepish tone in your voice elicits a deep chuckle from luke before he presses his lips against your neck, not hard enough to create hickies just yet, but not exactly gently either. “you want the truth, princess?” your eyebrows furrow a little dumbly but you nod with curiosity. “i think you love seeing ‘em on me, and you love when people know they’re from you,” he says. “and you know i don’t care if anyone sees. i know you know me better than that, don’t you, baby?” luke’s timbre is so low, so arousing and you can hardly keep the needy whimper in.

you just nod, no more doubt within you as you trail kisses down his scar, to his jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. the satisfied groans you elicit from him as you find that spot on his throat sends you in a daze almost immediately. his lips catch yours again before he flips the both of you over, settling on his knees in front of you.

luke’s mouth is everywhere, nibbing at the surface of your skin, laving his tongue over the fresh ache. his strong hands pulling your shorts and panties down in one go. “gonna mark you here,” he says, catching the plush flesh of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking on the area and conjuring a livid stain on your skin.

he forges more and more red marks onto your skin before he finally puts his mouth on your neediest place. luke’s suctions his lips around your clit, forcing a choked gasp from you and a hand flying down onto his head. he groans against you as your back arches and your fingers tangle in his hair, tightening and tugging. he works hard, like he’s being paid to eat you out, but really, he knows he would pay to die between your thighs.

just as luke’s tongue pushes it’s way into your sopping hole, you feel that blissfully hot, white, sensation swim over and past you. your thighs are most likely suffocating luke, but he doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice really.

his tongue fucks you through your orgasm, and upon coming down from your high, luke’s head rises from your middle.

“we’re still casual, though?”

[kisses4kaia]

superbowl tn who loves football !! luke def does .

just imagining loser!luke get soo mad when his favorite team fumbles a touchdown, or when the ball is taken from his fav player and he just needs to calm down. and what a better time than halftime?

so like the sweet girl you are, you make no complaints when luke wordlessly and unexplainedly manhandles you onto your back spreading your legs. he kneels on the ground before you and throws your calves over his shoulders which are clad in a jersey reading his favorite tight end’s name on the back as he pulls your pretty little panties to the side.

usually, he would take his sweet time prepping you, teasing a little cruelly, but right now? right now he just wants to bury his face between your plush thighs, slobber a little mindlessly all over your pretty cunt. god, he’s so messy, too ! he’s paying little to no mind to your squeals and writhes as he just holds a strong arm to your pelvis, restraining you from trying to run away from him any further. “please, luke! slow down, sh-shit!” you moan in a high-pitched tone, the pop singer’s half-time performance on the tv now background static over the disgusting and bestial ways he’s devouring you like a wolf would prey.

everything is so primal and animalistic with the way his tongue fucks into you—because, its not because he’s desperate to drive you to pleasure, but because he’s found a vaguely familiar, warm, place for his worked tongue to dwell. he’s made you cum, what, thrice now? and not once has he stopped or even seemed to notice.

worse for you, he hasn’t resolved his anger yet, and as retribution for when you try to tug at his dark curls to dispel the achy overstimulation he’s caused, he slaps your agonized cunt and utters some filthy degradation before returning to his ministrations.

and when he realizes halftime has come to a conclusion and the game is back on, he simply presses a parting kiss to your sensitive little clit, sits back up onto the couch next to a heaving, crying, you, and glues his eyes back onto the screen in front of him; leaving you to limp off to take care of yourself.

“grab me another beer while you’re up, hm baby?”

[kisses4kaia]

god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

[kisses4kaia]

@swiftiekisses this is what you’ve done. burn (endearing)

luke castellan isn’t possessive in the way you might think.

he doesn’t get jealous easily and he most certainly does not have to prove his dominance over you to the public—or you.

you simply gravitate towards him, no matter what. occasionally, you will be at a party between cabins and an apollo boy would very obviously be flirting with you, but when you catch sight of luke from across the room, fucking you with his eyes, you can’t help but excuse yourself from the gross conversation the boy was trying to engage and saunter over to him.

when you make your way to him, he’s sitting on a sofa, manspreading with a drink in his hand. he’s so casual, so relaxed, but you can see the tension twisted and weighing on his shoulders.

“hey, mami,” he says coolly with a low rasp to his voice as you sit on his lap, not minding the looks from others around you as he wraps his strong arms around your waist. “hi, luke.” you say sweetly, and are rewarded with a kiss to the side of your neck. “how’s my girl doin’?” luke continues pressing wet pecks onto your neck, driving you insane. the gesture was minute, but the effect it had on you was reeling. “luke, need you,” you whine a little pathetically, bouncing on his leg to get your urgency across.

“yeah? my pretty girl needs me? where do you wanna go, hm?” he’s ceased his kisses on you—if that’s to your dismay or pleasure, you don’t know—and now he’s looking up at you with that look in his eye, the one that tells you he knows exactly what you want, and that he wants it to.

cruelly, though, he still wants to make you say it. but you don’t want to, because what if someone hears?

when you express this to luke, he just chuckles and laughs into the junction between your neck and shoulder. “you’re acting like you don’t want everyone to know what a slut you are for me. and plus, everyone already knows you’re mine. even if they hear you scream my name, i won’t mind if you don’t.” his tone is a little bit condescending, and more than a little arousing.

but, instead of pouting and pleading, you determinedly get up, grab luke by the hand and drag him to the nearest unoccupied bathroom. he catches the sight of everyone looking at him either cheerfully, begrudgingly, or enviously, and instead of being embarrassed, luke smirks to himself, knowing that no one will ever be able disassociate him with you or vice versa. you guys were forever, and he never had to prove that to anyone now.

the moment the bathroom door slams shut, luke has you up against the door, lips smashed against yours, smearing your lip gloss across your lips and his. he revels in the sweet flavor of strawberries and cherries. his hands are all over you, groping at your tits through what luke thinks must’ve been an intentionally too-tight shirt.

usually, he would prep you before fucking you, but right now he just needs you, bad. luke has you jump up onto the sink counter, hiking up your denim mini-skirt and pulling your panties to side. your glistening cunt is revealed to him, and he lets out a low groan at the sight. “so fucking wet,” he drags a finger through your slit and you shudder at the touch.

“please, luke. need you right fucking now,” you whimper, lip beginning to quiver a bit. he kisses the pout off of your lips as he one-handedly unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to his knees, just enough to take his cock out of the confines of his boxers. “shhh,” he coos as he presses into you. the burn was a little bit uncomfortable, but the pleasure domineered over it in seconds.

“shit, doll. how are you always tighter every time i fuck you?” luke’s voice has become more high-pitched, breathier, too as he rocks his hips in and out of your achy hole. “so big, luke. can feel you here,” you grab his hand and guide it to your lower abdomen, pressing down and letting luke feel himself move in your gut.

his pupils seem to fill his eyes with black at sight before he whimpers, really whimpers. and all this has done for him was urge him to go harder, faster.

luke was thrusting into you at such a pace you could feel him bruising your poor cervix. “luke, wait. luke, i’m gonna cum!” you exclaim, and luke takes this as initiative to bring a hand down to in between the both of you and draw tentative, slightly messy, circles on your clit.

it only took a few swipes of his thumb on your bud before you were unravelling all over his cock. the convulsions and pulsing around luke’s dick was all he needed to cum, too; emptying his heavy load into your womb.

after a few assuring kisses all over your face and a thorough clean up, luke looks down at you as he swipes stray hairs from your face and tucks it behind your ear. “always so good for me. never have to tell you you’re mine now, hm?”

the moment is sweet before you’re rudely interrupted by a pounding outside the door.

“are you done fucking in there? i need to take a piss!”

© kisses4kaia