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Chocolate [18+]

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Summary: You and Luke underestimate just how strong some sweet things are

Pairing: Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: NSFW content, bondage, edging, pet names, sub!Luke, domfem!reader, begging, Luke in feminine clothing, oral (f receiving), minor spanking

Word Count: 3918

A/N: Please note that this is my first published smut. Be kind when leaving critiques and have a great day :)

Please do not read if you are under 18

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Luke was always very...eager to try things. He adored when you praised him, and he would do absolutely anything to make you give him just a taste more. It had been a bit of a surprise to you just how much of a sub Luke was when you started getting intimate with each other. With his 6'4" height and muscular frame--not to mention the things he wrote in his songs--you were pretty sure most people would assume Luke was your dom.

It didn't bother you one bit. In fact, you rather liked it. Seeing such a pretty boy essentially worship the ground you walked on was a major turn-on. Especially when he got all nice and pretty just the way you liked. Those big blue eyes fluttering when he wore his false, doe-eye lashes were hard to say no to.

You stepped inside your and Luke's shared house after a long day of work, sighing deeply. Your boss had asked you to stay overtime, hence why it was currently nine in the evening. As you hung up your coat and keys, you took in the senses of the house. A sweet scent was drifting from the kitchen, and you could hear Luke puttering around. It sounded like he was cooking something, judging from the clanging pans.

"Luke?" You called out, walking deeper into the house.

"In here!" he called sweetly.

Your boyfriend was bent over the oven, pulling out a tray of what looked like chocolate chip cookies. He was dressed in his favorite pink nightshirt with lacy trim (which was just long enough to cover his bum), his curls a messy, blond mop on top of his head.

"You're home!" Luke squealed, setting the cookies on the stove to cool and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. "I missed you." he pouted.

"I missed you too, darling. It looks like you got up to some baking while I was gone?" You asked, cocking your head towards the cookies.

Luke giggled, a mischievous smile ghosting his face. "Mhm. Want one?"

You raised your eyebrow at him. "Someone's eager. They just came out of the oven."

"They're the best that way, right? Besides, I used a new recipe and want you to try it." Luke picked a cookie up with a spatula and handed it to you, all while still smirking.

"Okay?"

Was Luke's behavior out of the ordinary? Yes. But you had a hunch he had been eating the chocolate while baking and thus, was hyped up on sugar.

You bit into a cookie, smiling slightly when you realized how soft and delicious it was. Luke always made excellent cookies, but these were even better than usual. You swallowed the delicious baked good in three bites.

"That was amazing, Luke." You smiled softly, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

The blond giggled, a pink color creeping up his already blushed cheeks. “I tried a new kind of chocolate.”

“Well it’s good.” You shrugged, still not caught on.

“Oh, that’s because I used those sex chocolates.” he smiled innocently.

“Is that so?” You turned around to look at him.

Luke was leaning against the countertop, twirling a blond curl around his finger. "Mhm. Don't be mad at me." he smiled innocently, fluttering his lashes at you.

You walked around the kitchen island, wrapping your arms around Luke from behind. "Oh, I'm not mad. I just thought you were used to being good." You rubbed small circles on his upper thigh with your thumb, sneaking closer and closer to the hem of his shirt.

The blond bit his lip to try to conceal any noises that wanted to slip out, but a tiny moan escaped. "Mmmm, I am good." he said, leaning into your touch.

"Are you, though?" You asked, sneaking your hand under the pink fabric, continuing to rub circles on Luke's skin.

Based on the bareness of his ass, you could tell he was wearing a thong. Luke absolutely adored going to Victoria's Secret and picking out the pretty panties in silk, lace, and pastel colors.

"I am." Luke pouted, trying to turn in your grip.

You snorted, pinching his round bum. "So desperate to get me to fuck you that you had to resort to chocolate."

The blond whined. "Please, I'll be good. Just please."

"I always knew you were a slut, pretty boy."

That really got Luke going. The blond moaned loudly, bending over the countertop. He pushed his ass back against your hips, trying desperately to grind on you while still in your grip. "Please. Let me be good for you. I'll do anything."

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to give in too. Those pretty, girlish moans coming from his plump, pink lips sounded angelic. But teasing Luke was much more fun than giving in right away. "I don't know, slut. Will you really do anything?"

Luke nodded, his head against the marble countertop, little noises falling from his mouth. "Anything." he moaned.

You lifted up Luke's nightshirt to reveal a baby blue, lacy thong with little pink and lavender flowers decorating the backside. Smirking, you gave his bum a light slap. "You knew what you were doing, didn't you?"

"Mhm," Luke whined. "Wanted you to fuck me nice and good. Make me your pretty boy."

"Do you deserve that?"

Luke nodded eagerly. You could see the pre-cum already beginning to form a wet spot in his lace panties. At this point, the only thing stopping you from giving in yourself was how much Luke begging pleasured you.

Slipping your hand into his panties, you began to palm him, rubbing your hand in small circles along his dick. "Wanted me to come home and fuck you so bad, baby."

Luke's moans filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. "Mhm. Wanted you."

"You are so fucking sexy when you moan, Luke. You know that?" You gripped his blond curls, pulling his head back until his eyes met yours.

Luke fluttered his eyes innocently, cheeks flushed. "Mhm. I know."

Another soft spanking landed on Luke's bum. "You wanna be a brat?"

The blond shook his head. "No. Let me make you feel good, beautiful."

Luke calling you that name and with such desperation turned something in you. You spun him around so he was facing you, pinning him against the countertop with your hips. Bringing your hand up to his jaw, you took his chin in your hand, looking him in his blue eyes. "You think you're capable of that?"

He nodded eagerly, curls bouncing atop his head. "Please, let me work for you."

You released your hold on his hips and Luke immediately dropped to his knees, looking up at you with a pout. If you two were in a cartoon right now, he'd have the large, girly heart eyes.

"Pathetic slut, so eager to please that you're willing to eat me out in the kitchen." You stared down at him.

Luke toyed with the pearl locket around his neck, nuzzling his nose towards your crotch. "Only a slut for you."

"Get up," Your tone was imposing but filled with love nonetheless. "I'll meet you in the bedroom, whore."

The blond practically ran off, giggling slightly to himself, his hormones clouding every thought. You took another bite of cookie, munching thoughtfully. The little slut had definitely planned this, but you couldn't say you were angry. Seeing him willing to beg and plead for you to touch him was a feeling unlike any other. You loved Luke with your whole heart and him letting you see such a vulnerable side of him made you feel so lucky.

Eventually, you decided Luke had waited long enough and wandered upstairs. The door to your bedroom was closed and you could hear Luke panting heavily from inside. In the room, you could see he hadn't even touched himself; he was just that eager for you to fuck him.

Luke had taken his nightshirt off and propped himself up with his favorite pillows that were specifically for sex. They were baby blue and pink, made of satin with lace and pearl decorations. You told him they brought out the color of his eyes and the blush of his cheeks. His legs were spread, the wet spot that was his pre-cum visible in his thong and his hard-on trying to stand tall.

"Someone's eager. Feeling sexually frustrated?" You asked, sliding out of your work clothes, leaving you in your bra and panties.

Luke nodded, a pant escaping him. "Look so pretty." he groaned.

"What? You think compliments will make me let you cum faster?"

The blond blushed guiltily. "Make me a good sex toy."

You sat on the bed, running your fingertips up and down the skin of his thigh. "So pretty, baby. Even when you're a brat."

Luke's blush deepened, if that were even possible. His hips bucked up to meet your hand as you drew shapes on his skin. "Please."

"So eager," You smirked, throwing one leg over him. "It'd be a shame if I didn't give you anything tonight."

You were fully straddling the blond now, feeling the way he was trying to grind up into you as his boner grew. Leaning forward, you drew a line from his happy trail up to his chest with your tongue, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. "Want you to make me feel good after you're fucking wrecked, Lu."

"Mmmm, anything for you." Luke had his eyes squeezed shut tightly, sensual noises escaping him.

You noticed Luke's leather belt hanging on the footboard and grabbed it, toying around with the object in front of his eyes. "I wonder what else this could be used for..."

Before Luke could even think, you had taken his hands and bound them to the headboard, smiling sweetly at him. "I know how much you like bondage, pretty boy."

Luke whimpered happily. "Mhm."

You ran your finger along the top edge of his thong. "This needs to go."

Eager to get to it, Luke leaned into your fingers, silently begging you to just pull the panties off his throbbing dick already. You dug your fingers into his hips, sliding the lacy fabric off with your thumbs.

"Such a pretty whore. Hard already and I haven't even done anything but tie those slutty little hands up."

The blond groaned. "Please."

"You need to stop getting ahead of yourself," You told him, slipping off your bra. "I'm not even ready."

Luke was getting impatient, trying his best to just get you to fuck him already. He was horny and impatient and just wanted to feel himself inside you.

You slid off his lap, reaching into the nightstand to grab a condom and lube. At the loss of contact, Luke immediately began to moan louder, hoping it would bring you back to him.

"Please," he begged. "Fuck me, beautiful. Wanna be inside you so bad."

You pinched his plump hip tightly again. "God, so pathetic. Resorting to begging like a pitiful dog."

Luke blushed, his dick getting harder at the sight of the supplies in your hand. You slid the condom onto him, pressing a kiss to his lower tummy as you did so. At this point, you were just taking your time to get a reaction out of him. You could feel your own arousal pooling in your orange panties, but you always had been much better at concealing it than Luke. Poor thing was a slut for any kind of attention.

You rolled the condom onto him, sloppily running your tongue along his happy trail. "Gonna be a good boy for me, Lu? Do what the fuck you're told to?"

Luke nodded eagerly, his back already arching. "Mhm. Only for you."

"Really?" You looked into his eyes mischievously as you began to lather him with lube. "Think you can make me happy?"

The blond nodded, moaning and panting. "Please."

"Well, I guess since you asked nicely..." You trailed off as you pulled off your panties and climbed on top of him, lining yourself up with his dick.

Before Luke could say--or even moan--anything more, he was inside of you. You began to move your hips in gentle circles, teasing him more before you fully rode him.

"All because you wanted some chocolate chip cookies. Such a slut."

Luke could feel a warm ball of excitement curl in his belly. You were barely doing anything, but his hormones were going crazy and the teasing was making him want to cum even faster than usual. "Ugh, feels so good." he arched his head back, a stray curl falling onto his sweaty forehead.

"What? This?" You began ride him harder and with a faster rhythm, your hips grinding at just enough of a rate to tease him.

"Right there. Oh my god. Mmmmm, faster please." Luke tried to wiggle in the restraint of the belt to no avail.

"Such a pretty whore. Sounding like a girly little slut." You teased.

"Mmmmm, please. More." the blond whimpered, arching his back as tears pooled in his eyes. "Need it."

"Awww, poor thing? Overstimulated already?" You smirked, changing your rhythm.

Luke nodded, already absolutely ruined. "Gonna cum." he moaned.

You stopped, still on top of him with him inside of you. "Did I say you could?"

"Beautiful, please. Need to." Luke's eyes were tearing up from the overstimulation, his mascara running.

"No, whore. You cum when I say you can." You resumed your pace, feeling your thighs slap against Luke's.

"Oh god, please. Need to cum." Luke's whole body was quivering with anticipation, wanting to release.

"Shut up and take it like a good slut."

You had to admit, Luke was being an excellent sub at the moment. He always was, but especially right now. He deserved a little treat. You began to trail one hand along his lower tummy while still riding him, feeling the way his body was shaking.

"Poor Lukey. Needs to cum so bad, but I just won't let him, huh?"

Luke practically screamed, wiggling harshly against the restraints, his eyes squeezed shut. "God, need to so bad. I'll do anything." he was sweaty and panty, his beautiful curls sticking to his forehead.

That sentence was building up your own orgasm, feeling the way his hips were moving under you while he practically worshipped you like a goddess. Not to mention, his extremely hard dick was still inside of you, hitting all the right places.

"Not until I do." You smacked his ass harshly, but with love.

"Uhhh, faster." Luke was bucking his hips up, every movement pushing him further inside you.

Before long, you couldn't take it anymore. Luke's pretty moans and whimpers, combined with the way he was moving just right were making you feel entirely too good. Your cunt squeezed tighter around his dick, riding out your own orgasm. Luke threw his head back, moaning. The way you clenched around him gave him a complete sense of fulfillment as your sub.

Nevertheless, though, feeling you release onto him was only making his desire to cum grow stronger. "Need to cum. Please," he whimpered. "Acted good for you."

You sighed as you felt your wetness running in between your thighs, despite still having Luke in you and being on top of him. That wouldn't stop you from overstimulating Luke, though. You knew your boy was a slut for pain.

You slowly pulled off of him, sitting beside him on the bed. The blond's hands were still locked in his belt, making him unable to move, save for a few wiggles. "It'd be a shame if I didn't let you cum." You stroked his still-erect shaft.

"I'll do anything." Luke whimpered.

"Anything?"

The curly-haired blond nodded vigorously, hands tugging at his restraints. "Mhm."

You took his dick into your hand, rubbing small circles on his tip with your thumb. "You really were a good boy. Made me cum so fuckin' good."

Luke moaned loudly, arching his head back. "Mhm. Good and pretty only for you."

"That's right," You held his jaw in your other hand, admiring the way it had clenched tightly. "My pretty boy. Like a pretty little slut."

"Gonna cum soon." he hissed as you trailed your hand over his dick more, being ever the tease.

"Really? But I didn't say you could." You fake-pouted, engaging a faster rhythm.

"Pretty please?" Luke opened his eyes just long enough to pout up at you, the dark mascara making the blue shine brighter.

"Fine," You hissed, releasing your hold. "Only cause you were a good little slut."

It was clear Luke couldn't resist any longer. He threw himself back--nearly hitting his head on the headboard in the process--and released loudly, his moans filling the room as thick, white ropes of his cum filled the condom. "Thank you." he gasped, looking up at you appreciatively.

"Such a good boy." You kissed his nose gently, just enough to leave him wanting more contact.

Luke blushed and panted, still rather out of it. "Thank you, beautiful."

"Gonna make me feel even better?" You asked him as you slowly released him from the trap of the belt. "I think I deserve it after you acted like a whore."

Luke nodded eagerly, turning around to sit on his knees. "Ready when you are." he almost squealed.

Making you feel good was probably Luke's favorite activity. He loved the way you praised him and told him he was a good boy. He longed to make you realize how beautiful you were, because in his eyes, you were a queen.

You laid on your back, smirking to yourself at the way Luke nearly pounced as soon as your head had hit the pillow. The blond was still on his knees, head dipping lower to your spread legs. You felt his tongue lick up and down your thigh, and you shuddered at the wonderful and teasing feeling.

He moved closer and closer to your clit, every now and then moaning about how good you tasted. His tongue was working quickly around your sensitive area, making you call out and entangle your hands in his blond curls.

"God, Lu. So fucking good." You groaned as his tongue slid inside your walls before he quickly retrieved it.

Luke pulled away from your legs for a moment to look you in the eyes, licking his lips and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Tastes good." he giggled, before burying his head back between your thighs.

He swirled his tongue around your clit, moaning as he felt your thighs shake. "So good."

You moaned, wrapping your thighs around Luke's neck. "Faster, Luke. Please." You begged, pulling on his hair.

Ever the good sub, Luke obeyed your commands, enjoying the way your thighs were shaking around his neck and you were pulling his hair. Luke's tongue just felt so good in and on you, not to mention the fact that you could feel his still-hard dick pushing against your thigh.

Luke could tell the your climax was building up, and so, he moved the rhythm faster, eager to taste you even more in his mouth. You could feel the movements from his mouth pulsating down to his body as he pressed his chest against your pubic bone, moving rapidly.

It wasn't long before you came, your walls clenching tightly around Luke's tongue as you tugged tightly at his curls, crying out. The feeling of Luke's tongue moving in mesmerizing circles as he ate you out was a feeling unlike anything else.

"God. Such a good fucking boy." You moaned, still feeling your thighs shake.

Luke smiled as he licked his lips, scooting up towards you and laying down beside you. "Thank you," he blushed and giggled. "Love being good for you."

You turned your head to kiss his cheek, feeling his stubble scratch slightly against your lips. "I have something for you," You mumbled, tracing patterns on his hand. "Figured you'd enjoy for a round two?"

Luke's head perked up. One of his favorite parts about being a sub, besides the intimacy of it, were the gifts. The blond adored being showered with pretty things, especially here lately as he'd gotten more comfortable with his femininity.

"For me?" he asked cutely, a smile ghosting his lips.

"Mhm," You kissed his cheek once more and pushed yourself up and out of the bed, still feeling your thighs shaking a bit. Luke definitely deserved a present. "Be right back." You mumbled with a smile, slipping on your robe and hurrying downstairs.

You quickly picked the package wrapped in shiny, pink paper up out of your tote bag before going to the kitchen and getting Luke a glass of water and a few more cookies. You had big plans for the evening, and based on how those cookies had made him react the first time, he needed more of them.

You returned to the bedroom with your items, seeing Luke nearly asleep on the bed, curled up in fetal position. You cooed, snapping a picture for later. "Lukey," You hummed, rubbing his side. "I got you something."

The blond immediately sat up at the sight of the present. "Thank you, beautiful." he said, a smirk forming on his plump, pink lips.

Luke knew where this was going; he wasn't stupid. But still, he took his time to carefully peel the wrapping paper from the package. Inside was beautiful lavender nightie, with thin, pink spaghetti straps and a mesh, flowy skirt. The bodice was a thin lace, with small flower appliqués. Luke adored any type of lingerie with flowers on it. He said it made him feel pretty.

"Thank you!" he squealed, bounding over the blankets to shower you with affection.

"You're welcome, darling. Gonna look so fuckin' pretty in that." You kissed him softly.

The blond squealed and ran for the bathroom, nightie in hand. He had seemingly regained lots of energy an, despite not having had more cookies, seemed ready for a round two. A few minutes went by with you patiently drumming your fingers on your thigh, waiting for Luke to change.

"Ready?" Your blond boyfriend called out from the bathroom.

You nodded eagerly, beckoning Luke to come show you. He came out from around the corner and nearly gasped at how pretty Luke looked. The nightie barely hit his mid-thigh, the flowy fabric swishing around his legs.

"You like it?" he asked, fluttering his eyelashes at you.

You stood up and grabbed Luke's hand, twisting him around to make him lay back on the bed. You straddled his hips, feeling the way he was once again growing hard under you. "Gonna have to paint your nails to make you really pretty."

Luke giggled and squealed as you leaned down to leave a hickey on his collarbone. "Mhm. Pretty for you."

"I brought you cookies. Ready for a round two?" You asked him.

The way the nightie hugged his slutty little hips and fit him in all the right places was making you hungry to have him once again. You watched eagerly as Luke bit into another cookie, his back to you while sitting on his knees. You could see that he was purposely wiggling and trying to make his bum look bigger to tease you.

"It's gonna be a long night for you, pretty boy." You told Luke, crawling over the blankets and caressing his ass.

Luke giggled and leaned into your touch. "Make me yours."

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