Dry humping (luke)

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The walk home from school has you antsy and impatient, your fingers wrapping around the strap of your backpack a little too firmly to be entirely comfortable. You have been feeling a bit bothered since third period when Luke had sent you a less than appropriate message from his math class; something about wanting you on his lap and listening to your whimpers and you had nearly caved at that and outwardly moaned. The look on your teacher's face would have been priceless, you're sure, but thankfully you had some restraint and kept the noise to yourself.

A part of you wishes you had skipped fourth period with your boyfriend and had already had the pleasure of having his hands on you, but you were a good student and had protested that you absolutely could not miss chemistry. Luke had teasingly called you a nerd and conceded to seeing you after school instead, which had been running through your mind all afternoon until this moment, when you're finally on his doorstep.

You let yourself in, knowing the door is unlocked because it's always unlocked, and drop your bag in the small entryway. Around the corner, Luke is sitting on the couch, his eyes trained on the television as some program on animal planet plays. At the sound of your entrance, he turns to look over the back of the sofa and grin, "Hey, (y/n), it's about time you got here."

You bite your lip and hum a little in response, walking around the familiar piece of furniture to immediately climb on his lap, your knees on either side of his legs. Luke looks up at you with a hint of surprise in his blue eyes as his hand wraps instinctively around your waist, fingers fiddling with the hem of your plaid schoolgirl skirt.

When he doesn't make the first move, you close the distance between the two of you and kiss him, your lips eager against his as he kisses you back and licks into your mouth. Your arms snake around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you make a small noise, savouring the feeling of his tongue flicking against yours.

You shift a little closer on his lap, rolling your hips slightly and pulling away a little at the sound of his ragged breathing to unbutton the shirt of your uniform. Luke watches keenly, helping you with some of the buttons before pushing the material away from your chest and kissing your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone. His mouth lingers on the bone, sucking a small mark into the thin skin before proceeding to do the same to your cleavage. When his fingers begin fiddling with the clasp on your bra, you breathe in softly and shrug your shirt off completely, stripping the black lace material off next and tangling your fingers in Luke's hair, eager for his mouth.

Your boyfriend sucks a mark onto your right breast, one that'll last for at least a few days, before working at your nipple, gently nipping at the sensitive skin as he instinctively presses his hips up against you. The moan that escapes your lips only gets him going more, grinding up a little harder and spreading his fingers out across your back.

"Do you want me?" you ask breathily as you grind against him, your skirt sitting above your hips and exposing the majority of your thighs. Luke nods shakily, one hand coming to run up your thigh, touching you gently as you ride his lap a little too eagerly.

"Fuck, babygirl," he grunts, his hard-on pressing against your inner thigh as he thrusts up to meet your bounces.

"I've been thinking about you fucking me all day," you breathe, leaning forward to attach your mouth to his neck, biting a bit harshly before sucking at the spot. "God, I want you."

"(y/n)"—

"Are you gonna fuck me like this? Uniform and everything?" you cut him off, pulling his hair slightly to get better access to his neck, your hips keeping up a steady rhythm. You aren't usually one for dirty-talk, or whatever, but you're so fucking needy today and you want him to be the same.

"Shit," Luke breathes, his fingers trailing up your stomach to play with your breasts, thumb sliding over your still-sensitive nipple. You tilt your head back and moan, grinding your hips down with a particularly filthy sound before your boyfriend lets out a desperate cry of your name that surprises you a bit.

You look down in awe and continue bouncing as Luke comes in his pants, mouth slack and eyes shut tightly before his high fades and he looks up at you with red cheeks. "Oh my god," he mumbles, covering his face with his arm and laying against the cushions in mortification, forcing you to awkwardly fall a little too as you continue straddling his legs.

"Luke," you try to get his attention by laying on top of him a bit, your hands reaching out to cup his face but he quickly hides against the pillow.

"I'm so fucking sorry, oh god," he groans, shaking his head a little and not letting you see his expression.

"Luke," you say a bit more firmly, pinching his hip, "Don't be embarrassed."

That just causes him to groan again, "I just came in my pants like I'm thirteen years old."

"Baby, it's fine, you were obviously just really worked up," you comb your fingers through your hair, seeing how truly embarrassed he is and wanting to be a bit delicate.

"No," he frowns, looking up at you finally, "You're just so fucking hot and I'm literally twelve."

You chuckle fondly and slot your thigh between his legs, "Well, that's awfully flattering."

Luke breathes out and kisses the corner of your mouth, "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing!" you laugh softly and kiss him, trying to be reassuring and gentle with his feelings, despite the fact that you really are flattered. "But you still have to make me come."

Luke bites his lip and nods, kissing you quickly before sitting up on his elbows, "Of course, babygirl."

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