~perfect for pictures~ (luka couffaine x reader)

☆ chapter twenty seven ☆

(A/N: Some mature content in here, so be prepared 👀)

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(LUKA'S POV)

I was in my dressing room after the show, slowly getting my shit together as I processed the night. I had my own room to myself, which was a first– usually we all just had one dressing room at the venues we played. I had music on in the background– something to keep me entertained while I packed up my things and changed out of my stage clothes. I began unbuttoning my shirt when I heard a knock. I paused, walked over, and opened the door to find Y/N on the other side.

"Hi." I said softly. She stared at me with wide eyes, her breathing ragged. "Did you run here?" I lightly chuckled at her. She nodded. "Wh—" Just then, she cut me off, swiftly leaning up to kiss me without a word.

I froze in shock for a second, before coming to my senses and leaning into her. She smiled into the kiss as I returned her advances. I moved my hand up to run through her hair, my other hand resting on her waist. The kiss deepened as I did this, and Y/N snaked her arms around me, her hands resting on my back. I pulled her inside the room and spun us around, stumbling a little, and used my foot to close the door behind us. Slowly, I moved us towards the counter. She seemed to pick up on my thoughts and helped me lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I slowly lowered her onto the counter, never breaking the kiss. She pulled me closer to her so I was right up against the edge of the counter, standing between her legs.

"Eager, are we?" I remarked in between pants and kisses. She laughed.

"Well you can't just go around singing those songs on stage and looking so damn good while doing it and expect to not cause some...excitement." She kissed me again– hungrier this time. I laughed into the kiss, running my fingers through her hair. I experimentally pulled on her hair a little and she groaned, which sent a shiver down my spine. In response, she began to tug at my shirt near where I had paused unbuttoning it. I smiled, giving her permission to continue, and she began unbuttoning the last few. My shirt hung open, resting on my shoulders for a minute as we continued kissing, but eventually I shrugged it off and tossed it to the side. Suddenly, I got an idea. I tugged at her hair again, and she moaned into the kiss– a little louder the time. I took this opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, to which she responded by hooking her finger around my belt and pulling me in closer.

After a few minutes like this, we found ourselves getting more and more impatient. Y/N's shirt and bra were now off, and it took everything in me to control myself. Thankfully, Y/N reached for my hand and guided it up to her chest. She moaned lightly– a sound I was starting to adore. I pulled away and began to trail kisses down her neck. My right hand gripped her waist as I sucked and bit at her skin, leaving marks as I went. She gasped as I bit down a little.

"Luka—" She murmured.

"Is this okay?" I whispered, pausing for a second.

"Mhm" She replied hoarsely.

"Good." I chuckled and returned to kissing her neck. My heart was racing. Never in a million years did I think I would be here, like this, with her. But I knew it was real as I felt her warm skin against mine. It had to be real.

I moved up to kiss her again, pausing to look her in the eyes for a second. She stared back at me through half-lidded eyes, looking like a goddamn painting. Before I could do anything, she connected her lips to mine in a hungry, messy kiss. I sighed into it, and began to run my fingers through her hair again. But just as I was getting into it, she stopped and pulled away.

"I'm still mad at you." She fake-pouted, smiling.

"What ever for?" I cocked my head, smiling back at her.