Detroit: Become Human One Shots [COMPLETED]

*Cigarettes [Luther x Reader]

Standing on the balcony, you lit a cigarette, pressing it to your lips and drawing in. Your eyes cascading across the busy Detroit streets below you, the burning ashes floating to the concrete you stood on. Blowing out, the smoke rises from your mouth and vanishes into the night sky. Not much was racing through your thoughts as you continued to huff the butt of the cigarette.

The balcony door slid open, revealing your grand boyfriend. His large figure enveloped yours from behind as he grasped the cigarette and tossed it over the railing. Out of confusion, you gasp and turn in his embrace, glaring into his eyes with narrowed ones. You begin stuttering out words, speaking up about how that was your last cigarette and he just went and tossed it off the balcony. 

Enduring your words, he simply spoke about how cigarettes were bad for your health and though they couldn't impact him, they didn't want them to continue their dangerous ways on you. Blowing it off, you break free of his hug and march towards the door, slipping on shoes and bidding a farewell as you were off to purchase another carton of cigarettes. Luther gripped your wrist, pulling you back into his chest. 

You told him to release you, that you were a free person who could smoke a cancer stick as much as they pleased, but he never budged. His grip never faltered as he slid an arm under your knees, lifting you up into his arms as he made his way for the bed. Before you could protest again, he tossed you onto the bed, crawling his way up the sheets for you, lifting your shirt up over your head.

While you weren't in the mood for anything sexual that night, his fingers tugging on the hem of your undergarments and hand grazing the inside of your thigh sent you into euphoria. Neither of you said anything as he removed your underwear and ducked his head beneath you, his mouth working wonders. From instinct, your hands ran over his head, slightly pushing his head deeper onto you, soft moans and whines escaping past your lips.

Placing kisses from his previous position up your thighs, his tongue found your nipples, rolling them around. His hand that rested on the inside of your thigh snaked its way to your groan, fiddling around with your inguen. The movement below your stomach caused your toes to curl, liquids spilling onto Luther's hand. Without hesitation, he slurped it off his fist before removing his pants. 

Your eyes widened at the large bulge that was present in his boxers. Sitting up quickly, you tug the fabric down and place a gentle kiss on the tip of his dick, soon taking the head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the rim and flicking it across the slit. Faint grunts passed his lips as his huge hand placed itself on the back of your head, forcing you to bob and suck on his length. It took all his might not to end up thrusting into your throat and instead just guide your head back and forth on his wood.

Several minutes passed, slurping and Luther's heavy breathing the only noise in the room. His member twitched in your mouth and you pulled away, licking from his balls up to his jaw, pressing harsh kisses against the synthetic skin. Agitated yet calm, Luther crawled over you and took your lips into salutation, full of love and intensity. Kissing from your mouth down to your chest, he looked up at you, pulling your legs over his shoulders and guiding his dick to your entrance. You nodded as his cock slid in, filling you up. 

Tears pricked your eyes as he stretched you out. His thumbs ran over your cheeks, clearing any tears that had fallen as he pecked your lips, apologizing for the pain. You smiled softly, letting him know it was alright to move. It didn't take long for him to instantly rail into you, each stroke as enrapturing as the last. Moans radiated from your chest as your sweaty hair clung to your face. Luther leaned over, pulling your face to his as he continued to thrust into you, his lips encasing yours. 

A fire began to burn inside of you again and your grip on the sheets began to soften, soon releasing the built up tension with a gentle scream. Luther pulled out and ejaculated on your tongue, you drunk it up before sitting up to milk him further of his cum. Getting every last drop down your throat, you kissed him sloppily on the corner of his mouth before collapsing onto the bed, too tired to pull the covers over your naked frame. 

With a chuckle, Luther covered you with the blankets and pressed a kiss to your forehead, noting that if you continued to smoke he wouldn't be able to do that with your dead body. He listened to you complain about how he damaged your insides as he stepped into the shower to rinse himself of your liquids and sweat. 

[A/N: WELL THAT GOT HEATED. I'M STILL NOT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT BUT LIKE OH WELL THIS WAS HOT.]