love-sick, dopey
pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader
summary; you and the girls got trashed on a night out which makes you very love sick and dopey when you return home
warnings; fluff, just pure fluff, reader vomits, reader is very drunk, slightly suggestive and discusses being pregnant/having kids (very briefly)
notes; living the uni student life means you get drunk and then come home and write about being drunk with your fav fictional character. im honestly not a super sappy drunk, i don't even know what kind of drunk i am, probably hungry, but i love this sappy reader, they're v cute so enjoy <3
You were well and truly trashed. A night with Penelope, Tara, Emily and JJ was always a night to remember but you were completely trashed as Luke helped you into the house. You would not keep your hands off of him, constantly touching his back, his shoulders, his arms, his face, his lips, any part of his body you could get your grubby mitts on.
Luke, as your boyfriend, obviously didn’t mind how touchy you were. In fact, he enjoyed when you were more touchy but he was also trying to get you back in the house and to bed. Your inability to let go of him for even a second was making that very hard on him.
“Did I ever tell you how much I loveeee you?” You asked, a dopey smile on your lips as you tugged him away from putting the latch back on the front door. Your hands had barely left his waist but when he didn’t move, you pouted. You tugged again as he finished latching the door, “Heyy, I wanna manhandle you,” You muttered as you tugged again. Luke reluctantly gave into the pull this time and came face-to-face with you.
“You wanna manhandle me huh?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his tone. You nodded.
“You do it to me, it’s pay. back.” Your last two words were emphasized by a hard poke to his chest. He stared down at your hand and then back at your face, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah?” He teased. You nodded, letting out an affirmative ‘uh-huh’ but before you could do anything else, Luke’s arms came around your waist and he threw you over his shoulder. You let out a ‘oof’ and then a loud cacophony of giggles, hands hanging loosely over your head.
“This is not what I meant,” You whined as you smacked his back. But from this angle, you had a perfect view of his ass. Luke began to walk and you couldn’t help but squeeze his ass. He certainly didn’t expect it and he jumped at the sudden contact.
“You gonna stop being such a pain in my ass?” Luke asked. You giggled and rather than answering, pinched his butt again, “Oh that’s how it’s gonna be then, huh?” He challenged. You let out an affirmative ‘yep’ before he pulled you from over his shoulder and placed you on the kitchen counter.
The quick changes in gravity made your stomach slosh and before Luke could even get the next word out, he realized you were fighting back vomit. He instantly went for the washing up bowl that was thankfully empty and shoved it into your hands just as you threw up into it. You coughed and spluttered as he quickly pushed your hair out of your face, his other hand rubbing your back and you cried out softly.
“I’m sorry,” You managed between fighting tears. Luke shook his head and he stroked your hair before you placed the bowl to the side. But it rested precariously on the edge of the counter. Before there were any accidents, he shoved it further on and pushed himself between your thighs. You used your sleeve to wipe away the sick before Luke pulled you into a hug.
You buried your face in his neck, holding him tightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The sour taste of sick sat heavy on your tongue but you ignored it, instead favoring the smell of Luke’s aftershave. It was always so comforting.
“You wanna get some sleep?” He asked. You nodded against his neck and he shifted his hand underneath your ass before he lifted you off the counter, “Okay, carina, just keep a hold of me,” He whispered softly. You clung to him as tight as you could as he carried you up the stairs. Your arms kept a tight hold of him, not wanting to let go for a second. He then placed you down on the bedroom floor and turned you around, “Dress off?” He asked. You nodded and he slowly began to unzip it from the back.
“Bra off too, please,” You murmured softly. He nodded and unclipped the bra before they both came off, followed by your heels. He then grabbed one of his own shirts and pulled it over your head. Your smile had become dopey again as you looked up at him.
“Drink some of this,” He said as he grabbed the water he’d taken to the room before he had picked you up. You pouted and stared at it before reluctantly taking it. Your grip was a little weak but you managed to drink half the water before you seemed satisfied.
“You’re so cute, taking care of me,” You mumbled, “Love you, Lukie.” He cringed slightly at the nickname but found it endearing nonetheless, “Lukie pookie schmookie fookie.” Luke was sure that you had officially lost it and he couldn’t help grinning at you. He led you over to the bed and you collapsed into a heap on top of the duvet.
“Gonna give you so many kisses in the morning, smooch you everywhere,” you murmured as you pushed the covers back with your feet before dragging them over you, “Give you a big forehead smooch and tell you how much I love you because I love you so much. Best boyfriend ever. Will marry you one day. Already planning the wedding. Gonna get Rossi to cook for us and we’re gonna have a feast and it’s gonna be sooooo good. Just wanna eat you up.” As you rambled, you turned over in the bed, snuggling up with your eyes closed, Luke was changing into his own pajamas. He couldn’t help smiling at your love-drunk confessions.
When you felt the mattress drop under his weight, your eyes reopened, “Would you be my husband? I want you to be my husband and fuck me full of your babies. Then we can be like Matt and Kirsty and have little babies running around the house and tiring us out. And they can tire Roxy out and I can take them on walks and you can take them on hikes and late at night, I can snuggle up to you and whisper about how we want another one and you can fuck me so quietly because we don’t wanna wake the kids up. Would be so perfect,” You were still rambling and Luke couldn’t help but feel his heart squeeze with tenderness at the life you pictured for the two of you.
“That what you want?” He asked. You nodded your head, so sure of yourself as you tugged him into you.
“Want all of you, every day, all the time. Can’t ever lose you,” You mumbled as you nuzzled your face into his chest.
“I think I can arrange that,” He said softly. You grinned and lifted your head up.
“You better, hold you to that,” You murmured before you pressed a kiss to his chin. You then curled up against his chest. Luke’s arm rested around you, keeping you close and you were quick to conk out against him but all he could think about was the life that he wanted with you and that he now realized you wanted to.
