I love him

📖 <𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 "𝐂𝐎 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥(𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚)/𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 (𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚)"> ㅤㅤ "..."

"Luke is sitting on his bed, looking away with his eyes slightly narrowed, wearing a mask of toughness. You're looking at his face that shows signs of the last fight he got into. In fact, his whole body looks bruised, you can notice the stiffness in his posture and the slight furrowing of his thick eyebrows every time he moves his abdomen." "You couldn't ignore Luke, of course; you've been childhood friends with him for as long as you can remember, and Luke is the person you love most in the world. The feeling is mutual, even though he would never admit it — that's why he's letting you clean the cut on his lower lip, even though he complains all the time." “Stop fussing over me. It's just a little scratch,” "he winces, feeling his cut sting, but doesn't pull away."

"Luke's eyes meet yours, and he can't help but feel a shiver down his spine. He knows that you're the only one who can calm him down and make him forget about everything else." "I'm sorry," "he says quietly," "I shouldn't have fought again."

"Luke notices your trembling voice and the way you bite your lip. He knows you're worried about him, even if you try to hide it." "Hey," "he says softly," "look at me." "His blue eyes stare into yours with an intensity you've never seen before. Slowly, he lifts his hand and places it over yours, stopping your movements." "I'm okay. It's just a scratch, see? I'm tough." "He tries to lighten the mood with a small smirk, but his eyes remain serious." "Don't worry about me so much. I can handle myself." "His thumb gently strokes the back of your hand in a soothing caress. For a moment, you both get lost in each other's eyes, your faces only inches apart."

"Luke hisses in a breath as you expose his bruised torso. He tries to grab your hand but you're too quick." "Hey, I said it's nothing!" "he growls, but doesn't make a move to push you away. His eyes dart to your face, trying to read your expression. Then he sighs." "It looks worse than it is...the other guys look way worse." "He attempts a grin but it comes out more like a grimace." "I just...I was pissed, okay? Had to blow off some steam." "His fingers curl around your wrist gently. For a moment he says nothing, just staring into your eyes. Then softly:" "Please...don't look at me like that. I hate worrying you."

"Luke averts his eyes, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. He knows you're right, but punching bags have never been enough to satisfy the rage inside him." "I'm not normal, okay?" he mutters. "Never have been." "He runs a hand through his dark hair in frustration." "With a punching bag, I'm in control. But it doesn't feel real. I need...I need to feel like I'm really hitting something. Someone. To prove that I'm not..." "His voice trails off. He clenches his jaw, still not looking at you." "It's stupid, I know. But I can't help it. It's the only way I know how to deal with my anger."

"Luke glances up at you and nods silently. He stands up with a grimace, pressing a hand to his ribs. At the door he pauses and looks back at you." "Thanks...for patching me up. Again." "With that he disappears into the hallway. You hear the shower start running a moment later."

"While he's gone, you take the opportunity to clean up the bloody tissues and disinfectant. Your mind drifts to Luke as it often does. You wish there was some way to help him deal with his anger in a healthier way, to stop him from constantly getting hurt. Sighing, you run a hand through your hair, mirroring his earlier gesture of frustration."

"Before long you hear the shower turn off. A few minutes later Luke reappears, a towel slung low on his hips as he dries his hair. The bruises stand out starkly against his damp skin. He pauses when he sees you, holding your gaze for a long moment before speaking."

"Thanks...for everything."

"Luke tenses as your fingers graze his bruises. The light touch sends a shiver through his body that has nothing to do with pain."

"No hospitals," he says firmly. "I heal fast, you know that. A few more days and it'll be like nothing happened."

"His blue eyes meet yours, intense as always. He can see the worry lingering there and it makes his stomach twist."

"Don't look at me like that," he murmurs. Slowly, hesitantly, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "I'm okay, I promise. Stop worrying so much, it's not good for you."

"His thumb strokes your skin gently. Being this close to you is dangerous territory, territory he's avoided for so long. But right now, with your concern for him on open display, he finds it impossible to pull away."

"Please..." he whispers. "Trust me."

"Luke sighs softly at your words. He knows you have a point, as much as he hates to admit it."

"I know it's stupid, the things I do," he murmurs. "But it's who I am. I can't promise I'll stop getting into fights...but I can promise I'll try to be more careful. For you."

"His gaze searches yours intently. Slowly, hesitantly, he takes a step closer so your bodies are mere inches apart. The towel does little to hide his arousal as he looks down at you, your hand still covering his."

"You're the only thing that really matters to me," he admits in a low voice. "Losing you is the one thing I'm afraid of. So if being more careful is what it takes to ease your mind...then I'll do it."

"His face lowers until your lips are a breath away. The question is written in his eyes, waiting for your answer."

"Luke's breath hitches at your words. His eyes widen slightly, not quite believing what he's hearing. All this time...he thought his feelings were one-sided. To know you feel the same..."

"You mean..." he breathes, searching your face. Slowly, hesitantly, he lifts a hand to cup your cheek. "All this time...you've felt the same way?"

"His thumb strokes your skin gently as he leans closer, drawn to you like a magnet. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your eyes as if asking permission. Years of pent up longing and desire hang heavy in the air between you."

"Kiss me," he whispers, the words barely audible. "Please...I need to know if this is real."

"His lips brush yours in the barest of touches, waiting, trembling with restraint. The decision is yours - will you close the gap and take the plunge after so long, or pull away?"

"A soft groan escapes Luke's lips as you finally kiss him, years of pent up passion erupting to the surface all at once. He crushes you to him, uncaring of his bruises as one hand tangles in your hair and the other slides down your back to grip your hip tightly."

"He kisses you like a drowning man comes up for air, desperate and hungry, drinking you in. All thoughts of holding back fly out the window - he's wanted you for so long and now that he has you, he doesn't plan to let go."

"Backing you up against the wall, he presses the full length of his body to yours, leaving no space between you. You can feel his arousal straining against the thin towel and it drives him wild, making him grind against you in search of friction. His kisses grow more fevered, tongue delving deep as he devours your mouth."

""Fuck, I want you," he groans between kisses. "Tell me you want me too. Say it.""

"Luke groans at your words, torn between desire and reason. As much as he wants to throw you on the bed and ravish you right here and now, he knows you're right - in his current state he risks further injury."

""Fuck," he breathes against your lips, still not willing to break contact just yet. He peppers your face with kisses, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck where he lingers to nip lightly at your pulse point."

""We'll have to take it slow then," he murmurs, voice rough with need. Reluctantly he pulls back just far enough to meet your eyes, hands still caressing your body."

""Let me make you feel good without hurting myself. I want to taste you, touch you. Just tell me what you like, what feels good.""

"His eyes smolder with barely restrained passion and desire for you. Slowly, he sinks to his knees before you, hands sliding up your thighs in a silent question. After so long of pining will you allow him to worship you at last?"

"Luke's breath hitches at the sight of you laid bare before him. His hands caress your thighs gently, spreading them further as he settles between them. Leaning in, he places a soft kiss just above your curls before meeting your eyes once more."

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs reverently. "I've dreamed of tasting you for so long."

"Slowly, teasingly, he presses a kiss to your folds, inhaling your scent. A soft groan rumbles in his chest at the first taste of you on his tongue. He licks a slow, broad stroke through your slick heat, savoring every moment, every tiny noise you make. His hands grip your thighs to hold you open for his devouring mouth."

"Flicking his tongue over your sensitive nub in tight circles, he works you higher, drinking in your arousal. All the while his hungry gaze remains locked with yours, watching your face intently for any sign you're close to unraveling under his ministrations. He wants to worship you, pleasure you until you're a quivering mess, coming undone from his mouth alone."

"The sound of his name falling from your lips in pleasure sends a thrill through Luke's body. He doubles his efforts, lapping at your slick folds with abandon, tongue delving deep inside you. His stubble rubs against your sensitive skin, adding another layer of sensation to heighten your pleasure."

""That's it, let go for me," he murmurs against you before resuming his ministrations. He sucks your swollen nub between his lips, lavishing it with attention as he slides a finger inside your tight heat. Curling it just so, he seeks out that sweet spot within you while continuing to feast on your pussy with his hungry mouth."

"He can feel you trembling, your walls beginning to flutter around his finger as your orgasm builds. Groaning, he slides a second digit in to scissor and pump, desperate to push you over the edge. His tongue works in tandem, lapping, sucking, devouring you until you're screaming his name and falling apart on his mouth."

"He has no intention of stopping until you've come undone completely for him, years of pent up passion and longing spilling forth in a cathartic release."

"The feeling of your walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers as you come undone sends a thrill through Luke's body. He groans in satisfaction, lapping hungrily at your cunt, drinking in every last drop of your release."

"Only when your bucking hips still and your body goes lax does he slowly pull back, pressing a final gentle kiss to your oversensitive clit. His fingers slide free of your heat as he rises, gazing down at you with a feral gleam of desire and possession in his eyes."

""So fucking beautiful," he rasps, voice thick with lust. Before you can catch your breath he's kissing you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. His aching hardness presses against your thigh, the towel long since discarded, leaving him fully bare."

""I need you," he growls, lifting you easily. "My bed, now. I'm going to make you come on my cock until you can't remember your own name.""

"His kisses grow bruising as he carries you to the bedroom, intent on ravishing you thoroughly after waiting so long to claim you as his own."

"Luke groans softly at your concern, even as his body screams for release after so long denying himself."

"Don't worry," he murmurs, pressing kisses along your jaw. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

"Gently, reverently, he lays you back against the pillows, taking a moment to simply gaze down at your naked form. His arousal lies heavy and thick between them, but he resists the urge to plunge right in."

"Instead, he maps your body with his lips and tongue, laving attention over every inch of skin. He pays special care to your breasts, taking one pebbled nipple into his hot mouth to suckle gently while rolling the other between thumb and forefinger. His other hand trails lower, parting your slick folds to rub lazy circles around your clit."

""So wet for me already," he groans, lifting his head to meet your eyes. "I'm going to take my time opening you up...""

"Bracing himself on one arm, he lines the thick head of his cock with your entrance. Slowly, so slowly, he presses just the tip inside your tight heat, inhaling sharply at the exquisite feeling."

"You ok? Tell me if I hurt you..."

"His eyes search yours, waiting for your signal to continue their joining."

"Luke groans softly at your plea, slowly beginning to inch further inside your tight heat. He goes painstakingly slow, stopping every few moments to let your body adjust to his size."

""Fuck, you're so tight," he grits out, fighting every instinct to slam home. Only when he's fully seated does he pause, panting, to kiss you softly."

""Let me know when I can move.""

"His hands caress your body soothingly, learning every curve as if committing you to memory. Though his cock throbs and aches to take you hard, he remains still, waiting for your permission to continue their joining."

"Leaning in, he nips at your earlobe, whispering hotly." "I want to make you come again, so hard you see stars. But only when you're ready, sweet girl."

"His eyes lock with yours, full of tender passion and restraint. The decision is yours - when to take that final plunge into pleasure."

"A soft groan escapes Luke's lips at your words, his resolve crumbling. Slowly, he pulls his hips back, pausing for a moment before snapping them forward in one smooth thrust. His head falls to your shoulder as he starts to move, restrained rolls of his hips that gradually build in speed and force."

""Fuck, you feel so good," he pants against your skin, nipping and sucking gentle marks into the curve of your neck. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your thigh, hitching your leg higher around his waist for a deeper angle."

"Each thrust pushes him further into a haze of pleasure, but he holds back, determined to draw this out and bring you to climax first. His cock strokes expertly over that sweet spot deep within, seeking to unravel you with nothing but the drag of his length and the rolling grind of his hips."

""Come for me baby, I need to feel you clench around me," he urges roughly, lifting his head to watch your expression as he drives you higher."

"The feeling of your walls clenching tight around him, your nails digging in and your cry of his name are enough to send Luke tumbling over the edge as well."

"Fuck!" He groans out as his rhythm stutters. His hips piston hard and fast through your orgasm, seeking his own release. A few more deep thrusts and he's spilling hotly inside you with a guttural moan, throbbing pulses that seem to go on forever.

"Collapsing against you, he buries his face in your neck, panting heavily as the aftershocks continue to wrack both your frames. His cock gives a few last lazy twitches as he comes down, still nestled deep within your heat."

"Once he regains control of his limbs, he lifts his head to press a sweet, sated kiss to your lips. His eyes shine with tender affection as he pulls you close, wrapping you securely in his arms."

"I love you," he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. "I love you so fucking much..."

"His hand strokes soothingly up and down your back as he holds you, content to bask in the afterglow of their joining for as long as you'll allow."

"Luke's heart swells with love and tenderness as you snuggle up to him, his arms tightening around your waist. He nuzzles against the top of your head, inhaling deeply."

"You're everything to me," he murmurs softly. "I never want to let you go."

"He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before settling back into the pillows with you still wrapped tightly in his embrace."