~perfect for pictures~ (luka couffaine x reader)

☆ chapter twenty one ☆

(Y/N'S POV)

Holy shit.

My nerves were on fire, and my thoughts had turned to mush. I kissed Luka. This was not good. I mean–god, was it good– but from a technical standpoint, I had never been so screwed. I kissed him. Not the other way around. I mean, he kissed me back, but that means far less than my initiation. My gut instinct was to pretend it never happened, so that's exactly what I did.

For the rest of the night, I laughed and joked around with all my friends like usual. Well, not all of them. I noticed Luka get really quiet. He declined to play uno with the group, and mostly just spoke when he was directly addressed. It was odd behavior coming from him, and the sinking feeling in my stomach only grew with every second I felt him looking at me. He probably wished it never happened. I made a huge mistake.

~time skip~

Over the next few days, Luka and I resumed business as usual. We hung out a bit, and his odd behavior from the party was gone. I couldn't get a read on him, and it was making me nervous. But I guess I was happy to know that he could just continue being friends like normal and that I hadn't completely ruined everything. I just wonder why he was ignoring it. Yeah, sure, I was also ignoring it– I just...I don't know. As happy as I was to put the whole incident behind me, I couldn't seem to stop thinking about the feeling of his lips on mine. Why had he kissed back?

I hadn't told Alya about what happened, and I didn't plan on it. She would only feed my delusions and insist I make a move, which I was unsure about. Still, everywhere I went, the memory nagged at me in the back of my mind, fighting its way to the front of my attention. Washing the dishes– thinking about Luka. Taking out the trash at work– thinking about Luka. Even brushing my teeth in the morning, my first thought was him. There was seemingly no escape.

~time skip~

It was pitch black, and I could just barely make out the shape of someone else in front of me. The figure reached out to touch my hand, his fingers brushing lightly on my palm. He gently pulled me closer, and before I could think, he kissed me.

And just like that, everything melted away. I no longer cared why I couldn't see anything or who Mr. Mystery was. I just knew I wanted more. His initial gentleness was soon thrown out the window as he roughly picked me up, still maintaining the kiss. He hastily stumbled over to a bed and sat down just about as smoothly as one could while carrying someone else.

With me now straddling him on the edge of the bed, the both of us were getting more eager by the second. I rolled my hips into his lap, earning a groan from the both of us. I drew my lips away from his, catching my breath for a second. But when I opened my eyes and met his illuminated by a sliver of light, my soul dropped to my stomach.

Luka Couffaine.

I awoke with a jolt, my heart racing. I didn't know whether to feel excited or terrified. I felt so guilty for thinking about him like that– like I was violating some kind of code even subconsciously. But clearly, my brain wasn't doing well with the whole ignoring it thing.

Well, fuck.

(LUKA'S POV)

Y/N was absolutely driving me crazy. She was acting so normally, and she seemed to forget what happened at Alya's. I just couldn't shake the thought that maybe there was something between us after all, but clearly Y/N was able to. Or maybe she didn't even think about it in the first place. But despite my gut instincts to pull her aside and kiss her again and again, I carried on as normal. If she was moving past it, I wasn't going to be the fool who made more of a kiss than there was to make of it.

The day after the sleepover, Adrien had called me, asking about what happened while Y/N and I were in the closet. I couldn't tell him. I wasn't ready for him to tell me I needed to make another move or something. Y/N was ignoring it, and I had a persistent sinking feeling in my stomach that it wasn't for a reason I would like.

"What the hell happened, man?" Adrien asked excitedly.

"Nothing, really. We just played truth hour." I told Adrien half of the truth.

"That stupid game from high school?"

"Yep." I sighed.

"You didn't even kiss her or anything?" Adrien sounded shocked and disappointed.

"Nope." I lied.

"Well, shit."

~time skip~

Surprisingly, I was able to return mostly to normal. Obviously, there were moments where Y/N would look a little too good when she laughed, or she'd touch my arm, and I would ache to kiss her again. But there were also moments where I was able to relish in a simple friendship. Maybe a return to normalcy wouldn't be that awful. I did this before, I could do it again, right?

Wrong.

~time skip~

"What do you want?" Y/N's voice came through my phone loud and clear, a little rough. We had just gotten home from a concert and Y/N was at the store grabbing some snacks. I couldn't forget the sight of Y/N smiling and screaming along to the lyrics, looking happier than ever– or how perfect she looked under the hazy blue lights.

"Luka?" Y/N said through the phone.

"Hmm?" I hummed, still lost in thought.

"What do you want?" She repeated. Her laugh rang through, scratchy but gorgeous.

"You." I spoke into the phone without thinking. No response. The line went dead, and I started to panic. Had I gone too far? Probably. Was I being honest? Yes.

Some time passed, and Y/N came in the door. She had empty hands, seeming to have abandoned her initial snack run. She dropped her purse on the floor haphazardly and walked over to me hastily.

"Look, Y/N I--" I started to formulate an excuse, but she just raised a finger to my lips.

"Shut up." She lowered her finger and stepped even closer. She looked me in the eyes for a split second before leaning in and swiftly connecting her lips to mine.

Let's just say things escalated quickly. Hands all over with breathy pants filling the air, we were sitting on the bed– or rather, I was sitting on the bed, and Y/N sat in my lap. With barely any clothing left, we both knew where this was going. I pulled away from her for a second before going in to kiss her neck, slowly sucking on her skin. I knew it would leave a mark but I'll be damned if I gave a single flying fuck.

"Luka--" Her voice was airy and she faltered a little.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, very preoccupied with her neck.

"I want you too."

I was in for quite a rude awakening when my alarm blasted its annoying beeping sound just inches from my face. I shot up, sweaty and panting.

"Holy shit." My heartbeat echoed in my eardrums.

(A/N: Oops! Things are getting interestingggggg! Let me know what you think and stay posted for more parts soon!)