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my fingers will always be better than yours (Luke)

You lay on the bed, sighing as you finally get home from work. You get very tired, but also expect Luke to be home in about 20 minutes, so this gives you time to spare before then.

You smile to yourself, taking a breath in as you take your clothes off, chucking them on the floor beside your bed. You leave yourself in your bra and underwear, shivering as you feel the cold air hit your body.

You plop yourself down back on the bed, shuffling a little so your head rests against the pillows. You lift your knees up as you close your eyes, your hand playing with the hem of your underwear. You feel daring and slowly dip your hand into your underwear, sighing as you feel the pads of your fingertips run between your folds. You breathe through your nose as you trail your finger up and down, collecting your wetness so you can start inserting a finger.

You bite down on your bottom lip when your middle finger comes in contact with your clit, making the throbbing increase as you think about Luke’s hands trailing down your body, holding onto your thighs down as he eats you out, your hands buried in his hair as he flicks his tongue across your clit.

A small whimper escapes your throat when you think about his head between your thighs, devouring you as he tastes your sweetness.

You lick your lips a little, wetting them as you start inserting a finger, imagining it was Luke’s, and thrusting it slowly in and out of you. Your back arches a little, grinding into your hand when you decide almost immediately that you should add another finger. You thrust your 2 fingers in, pants escaping your mouth as you feel your fingers graze against your g-spot, in which you let out a shaky breath.

"F-Fuck…" You moan out, desperately trying to touch your g-spot again. You do, and you smile as you thrust your fingers against it, your hips jerking into your hand.

You get caught up in the moment when you start fingering yourself faster, moans and pants erupting from the back of your throat as you hear noises from downstairs. You decide to ignore it; the feeling of your high growing closer and closer with each thrust of your fingers.

You bring your other hand to your breast, kneading it to increase the pleasure. You hear a cough, making your body jerk forward and your eyes to open. A furious blush spreads across your cheeks when you see Luke standing at the door, leaning against the doorframe, smirking. “Hi, baby.”

"Uh…" You trail off, your hand still in your underwear but your body is frozen, your head lifted from the pillows as you stare at Luke. "I didn’t know time went that fast."

"Time went fast? Honey…"

"Hmm?" You bite the inside of your cheek as he walks closer to the bed, his arms crossed as he sits down on the edge of the bed, his eyes flickering between your core and your face. "You look pretty wet for me."

You blink a few times at him, before letting out a shaky laugh, embarrassed for him walking in on you pleasuring yourself.

"You’re blushing a lot." He giggles, biting on his lip and fumbling with his lip ring as he stares at you in the eyes, his body shifting closer to yours. You’re unable to speak for a moment, feeling his burning gaze shoot through you, making you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable when he just sits there, staring at you as your hand is still in your underwear.

"Luke…" you finally mutter out, your hand moving a little as you start pumping your 2 fingers in and out again. His eyes immediately draw attention to your panties, smiling as he watches your hand move underneath the fabric.

"Why are you pleasuring yourself, honey?" He asks you with a smug smile, his jaw clenching as he leans closer to you.

"Hmm… I was bored, and I was thinking of you."

"Good answer." He states, licking his lips a little as he grabs your wrist, pulling it out of your underwear. Your mouth parts, ready to say something but he smiles up at you, taking his shirt off almost immediately and grabs your thighs, roughly pulling them off the bed and places you so your hips rest against his thighs.

Your body is lifted on an angle and he smirks, licking his lips as he pulls your panties down, revealing yourself  to him. His arms clench a little when he pulls out his two fingers, inserting them into you abruptly, making your body jerk forward and grind into his hand. You throw your head back, your hands gripping onto the sheets beside you as you hiss in pleasure.

"Oh my god… Luke-"

"You think you can touch yourself without me here, hmm?"

"Holy shit." You groan, his fingers moving faster and faster, going deeper into you as you bite down on your bottom lip. His fingers curl up to your g-spot, which makes you whimper loudly. He chuckles darkly at you, feeling smug with himself as he makes you squirm against the sheets.

"You and I both know that my fingers will always be better than yours…"