Lucien…
Lucien curling his arm around your shoulders, his eyes closing, drawing in a deep inhale, humming, "This is where you belong. Right here. In my arms."
Lucien, leaning against the doorframe, eyebrows raised teasingly, drawling, "Needy?"
Lucien grinning, "If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss too."
Lucien, guiding you by your hips while you are on top, panting, "Fuck, just like that, little fox. Making me feel so good."
Lucien, kissing your hair, saying, "You smell like a breath of fresh air."
Lucien, titing your chin up with his index and middle finger while you kneels on the ground in front in him, drawling, "That’s my good girl."
Lucien growling, "You’re mine and now let everyone hear it," while he pushes into the hilt.
Lucien, his thumb stroking over your chin, the tip of his length positioned at your entrance, saying in a sensual voice, "Open up my little fox, let me make you feel good."
Lucien whimpering and groaning when you give him head.
Lucien yelping when you flick his hear after he teased you.
Lucien laughing from the bottom of his heart, the sound rich and pure, when you say something funny.
Lucien crying when talks about his past or when you share something emotional about your past.
Lucien whispering, "You are my mate," begore kissing you gently but nevertheless deeply.
Lucien, his hand holding your above your head, thrusting into you, growling, "Don’t hold back, let them hear you. Let them hear how good I make you feel."
Lucien, holding the door open for you, politely offering, "After you, my lady."
Lucien pulling out a chair for you, smiling and saying, "My lady."
Lucien, sitting on the bed in a sprawl, letting his gaze roam over you, commanding, "Strip!"
Lucien raising a brow when he scents your arousal, purring, "Is it my cock or my tongue that you want?"
Lucien smiling, "This flower field reminds me of you - never-ending beauty."
Lucien holding you in his arms, squeezing you tightly, mumbling "I love you. I love you so damn much."
Lucien, hoisting your legs over his shoulder, nose teasing your clit, tongue driving deep into you, groaning, "You taste absolutely divine, my mate."
Lucien holding out his hand out for you to grab, "Sunshine."
Lucien, brows arched in an almost cocky way when turning to you, sleeves rolled up, standing in a lake, a fish in his hand, smirking, "Impressed?"
Lucien dragging his thumb over your lower lip, pushing inside, smirking, "Such a pretty little mouth."
Lucien breathing hard and fighting the tears when you trace your index finger over his scar, telling him how beautiful he is.
Lucien kneeling between your thighs, gaze heated and trained on your centre, purring, "You’re always so wet for me."
Lucien thrusting into you from behind, fingers threaded into your hair, tilting your head back, growling, "Grab the headboard, little minx."
Lucien kissing your knuckles, saying, "You’re re perfect the way you are - I love everything about you, every small detail about you. I love you."
Lucien, admiring you and whispering to himself, "Truly the luckiest male alive."
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this high of you & me
Lucien Flores x F!Reader
summary: Lucien Flores is your weed dealer and you think that’s about it
warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI. dealer!Lucien AU, drug use and discussion, shotgunning, sweet giggly moments, mentions of unspecified age gap (reader’s age is not mentioned but Lucien is older) reader and Lucien under the influence but he’s still a consent king, one use of ‘good girl,’ light making out
word count: 1.4k
a/n: I wrote this in a possessed fever after that clip & I know this might not reflect his personality once the movie comes out but I just had to I’m sorry, thank you to @lowlights & @tightjeansjavi for letting me scream about this and if you decide to read this - know I’m thanking you a million times
His house is an eclectic mess.
There’s a framed photo of Gustav Klmit’s ‘The Kiss’ beside a black light poster of a tiger. His awful leather black couch screams of a bachelor refusing to grow up.
“All I have to drink is bad tap water, ginger ale, or a mini grey goose sample.” Lucien yells from his kitchen.
“Uh, the ginger ale is fine.” You answer back.
This is the first time you’ve ever been alone with him.
Normally you’ve only experienced him with your best friend and his boyfriend. They’re the ones, through a friend of a friend, who introduced you to Lucien.
That’s how he became your dealer.
Now as you try to seem busy, you scan the book shelves in his living room.
There are many things that catch your eye -
The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo, a very abstract but suggestively sexual mini sculpture of two beings entangled in a type of wave like motion, a clear quartz crystal and a cute elephant figurine.
The man known as Lucien Flores is no short close to a chaotic puff of smoke you think you’re never meant to catch.
Behind you, you hear him rearranging things on his coffee table.
“You gonna joint me, or not?”
His pun makes you snort.
On the glass coffee table sits your drink among a cluttered collection of things.
“You asked for the usual right?” He mutters preparing everything like someone out a check out counter.
“Yeah, but I can go after you give me the- ”
“No, no it’s all good.” He reassures quickly, cutting you off. “I got nothing planned and company is always nice.”
He packages up the weed in the typical baggies he uses. This time they're holographic blue, almost matching his charming but strange vibes in a strange way.
“What happened to the dragon ball z themed bags you had?” You ask jokingly.
“Ran out.” He pouts and you grin.
After separating and packing up everything, he moves to start grinding the weed. Then with a click on his remote his stereo flows to life.
Frank Ocean’s ‘Pink + White’ begins playing and illuminates the room.
Small talk comes. Lucien asks about how work is going, any new shows you’ve gotten into.
He’s charming, like a bizzare off highway tourist attraction you can’t seem to leave.
“No need to sit on the floor. Come on. Spots open right here.” Lucien grins patting the couch beside him.
“Your couch is a pain, hate how it sticks to me.” You reply with a scrunch up face.
“Maybe I want you to keep sticking to it?” He offers light and you roll your eyes.
Being a notorious flirt, you try not to fall under his sweet words spell.
You’re about to make a quip back until you see him yank out a fuzzy blanket and spread it across the couch.
“What a gentleman.” You dryly smirk and Lucien shrugs.
But you rise up to sit besides him, close but not comfortably so.
“How much extra is this gonna cost me hm?” You muse watching him pack the bowl.
“Don’t you know the old saying, pretty babes don’t pay?” Lucien remarks so effortlessly.
Your throat gets a bit dry and you’re thankful for the ginger ale wetting your lips.
The lovely glass pipe, swirled with so many unique colors like the silk button up shirts Lucien wears, is handed to you.
“You first.” Lucien grins.
He even lights it for you, a modern day chivalrous knight in his own fucked up unique way.
The first inhale is always a favorite of yours. The smoke fills you, tickles your senses. But you can’t help but cough a bit.
“That’s the good stuff, huh baby?”
The phrasing and how smug his voice purrs out is dangerous.
“It’s one of the new strands I’ve been wanting to try. S’called ‘girl scout cookie.’ Pretty sweet name huh? But kinda makes me wish I could eat some right about now, ya know.” Lucien rambles as you hand the pipe back to him.
You at least appreciate how talkative and alluring he is. Between passing the pipe back and forth to him, you’re pulled into discussions about aliens, music and then, YouTube videos.
“No,” you giggle. “You gotta see this one.”
“If it’s another sad cat video I’m gonna cry and kick you out.” He pouts and you’re overcome with the urge to lean forward and kiss the furrow in between his brows.
You can’t deny how handsome he is. Like, ridiculously so. You know he’s older but there’s a youthfulness to him that’s reassuring. Like his spirit will always stay free. But you know that also seems dangerous after hearing about the list of exes he had from your best friend’s friend.
So very cautiously you tread into this new territory, whatever it is.
You lean closer, hold your phone up and show him your favorite go to funny video.
You can’t even stop the giggles. You wanna blame the weed, but it’s so hard not to laugh even without it. You’re overcome with glee and lean against Lucien’s shoulder. His shoulders shake and you hear the most adorable twinkling giggle.
He’s laughing.
“See!” You urge. “Told you it’s funny!”
“It’s not that! It’s you! You’re making me laugh.” He wheezes out and your heart flutters.
“Then I’ll stop laughing so you can stop laughing and watch!” You reply back determined.
So pressing your lips together, you rewind the video. You and him stay silent. Or you try to. Your lips twitch so terrible wanting to break.
Then Lucien’s shoulders shake again. In seconds you’re both busting out laughing. Your poor phone is forgotten.
This time he howls with an infectious joy and you feel it in your gut, in your bones.
“You weren’t supposed to laugh!” You chide him through the giggles.
“You weren’t either!” He cackles.
You realize you’re practically draped against him, and Lucien even fully leans back into you.
The smoke, the drug, coats everything in a smokey soft haze and with the high creeping its way into your mind, a molteness seeps into you
Lucien smells so good too, clean, cozy, but also like a cologne you wish you could pinpoint.
“Thanks, it’s dolce and gabbana.” Lucien replies.
Your face ignites in flames realizing you must have spoken your thoughts out loud.
You’re about to scramble out from this mess when you peer up and find Lucien staring. His earth soil eyes, softly dusted with a rosy color, hazily watch you.
“Y’smell good too.” He mumbles back.
“Thanks, it’s my fabric softener.” You tell him.
Lucien busts out laughing, a bright firework of a thing and you once again get caught up in how wildly warm he is.
Shaking his head he shifts to grab the pipe.
But his hand slides to rest against your thigh, like it’s a small way of saying don’t move, don’t leave.
And you don’t.
“You wanna try something fun?” He offers.
“Sure.” You don’t know what you might have just agreed too.
Lucien maneuvers, slides his large warm hand to your face and your heart stops. He tilts your head towards him and his thumb softly rubs against you.
“You trust me?”
The soft lull of Frank Ocean continues playing in the background softening this world around you.
You don’t even know if this man has a middle name or not, but you know him enough, or mainly, find yourself wanting to melt more into him.
So you nod quietly.
“Good girl, just keep your mouth open.”
That line takes your breath away.
You have an idea of what’s coming, but even with that, you crumble.
Lucien inhales from the pipe, filling his mouth with smoke. In a blur he moves. It’s like you blink and he’s all around you.
His hand on your face, his body pressed up flush against you and then, his face slowly moving towards you.
With his lips open, he breathes the smoke into your waiting mouth and your eyes shut in bliss. His lips graze against yours, a tease.
You inhale on instinct. Yet your hands move on their own, possessed, to run against his warm broad chest.
Once the smoke is in your mouth and you hold it in, allowing this mixture of the smoke and him to consume you. You also don’t miss the way Lucien himself breathes out.
Then before you can close your mouth, he lets his tongue gently swipe at your top lip, a kitten-like lick.
But it’s divine.
When a soft whine escapes you, Lucien effortlessly dives in to kiss you, cradling your face and steals your breath away again.
Making out with your dealer could probably be one of the dumbest decisions ever. But he’s a unique high of his own, one making you so dizzy, but you think you don't want it to end just yet.
So you melt into this smoke and into him.
And it’s otherworldly bliss.
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