~perfect for pictures~ (luka couffaine x reader)

☆ chapter twenty nine ☆

(A/N: Mature content ahead, read at your own risk)

(Y/N POV)

After 45 excruciating minutes, everyone else was finally asleep on the floor of Adrien's room. I heard the faint creaking of the door and knew it was time to meet Luka. I slowly stepped over my sleeping friends, noting Luka's empty sleeping bag and the cracked door. I tiptoed into the dark hallway and made my way to the stairs. The third floor of Adrien's mansion was much like the second, so I was able to find my way to the guest bedroom with considerable ease. For a brief second I wondered if there were security cameras that were capturing this little rendezvous, but the second I opened up the door and saw Luka, I decided that maybe I didn't care. He was laying on the edge of the bed staring up at the ceiling with his legs dangling off the end. I walked in and closed the door behind me, the sound snapping Luka out of his thoughts. He sat up and looked at me, a smile growing on his face.

"Hey." He said as I walked over to him. Looking at him, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. His eyes sparkled as he smiled– the ghost of a dimple nearly showing near the corner of his mouth, and it was another one of those moments in which I found his eyebrow piercing extremely attractive.

"Hi." I managed out, almost at a whisper. I was now standing in front of him as he looked up at me from the bed.

"You look incredible." He whispered as he hooked a finger around my shirt collar and pulled my lips down to his. I smiled into the kiss, finding his compliment funny considering I was wearing my literal pajamas. And not cute ones either. We're talking about an old paint shirt and a random pair of shorts. "What?" Luka broke the kiss for a breath, laughing lightly. I just shook my head.

"Nothing." I grinned, kissing him again. He stood up from the bed, not breaking the kiss. His hands fell to my hips, pulling us closer together. I sighed into the kiss, feeling the tension start to release as I ran my fingers through his hair. After a minute or two, I started to tug on the bottom of his shirt as if to ask him to take it off. He got the message and quickly tugged it over his head before doing the same to mine and resuming the kiss. It wasn't long before he began to roam downwards, leaving slow kisses down my neck. My breath was heavy as I gripped his hair and melted beneath his touch. He moved back up and kissed me again, sighing against my lips. I hooked my finger under the band of his pajama pants and helped him out of them before doing the same.

"Eager, are we?" I mocked, repeating the words he had used to tease me in his dressing room the day before.

"Very." He replied breathlessly.

Now, I had done many things with Luka in the past month – but god, something about this time was different. His eyes were darker— hungrier. Of course he still kept his same sly smile, his laughter dripping into his sentences.

He climbed onto the bed, sitting in the middle with his legs crossed.

"Come here, hmm?" Luka patted the bed in front of him. "Come sit." He cocked his head with a smirk. I obliged, and sat in front of him, but he quickly lifted me up onto his lap.

"Oh, I see. A throne." I joked, playing with his hair— a habit I knew would get him going (not that he really needed the extra push).

"Absolutely. Only the best for you."

He leaned in to kiss me, and I closed the gap— embarrassingly desperate to have his lips on mine again. His desperation seemed to match mine, and it quickly became apparent that neither of us could handle taking things slowly. Luka let out a low groan. I knew that sound— he needed more. And so did I.

I began to softly push my hips down, granting the both of us the tiniest bit of friction— but Luka wasn't quite having it. His hands traveled down and he began to guide my hips, grinding me down on him more and more until a small moan escaped me. Suddenly, he stopped. I pulled away for a second, but my confusion didn't last for long.

He gently pushed me back onto the bed, positioning himself to straddle me.

~small time skippy skip you horndogs~

He looked absolutely perfect. Sweat glistened on his skin, eyes closed, mouth open. And god, the sounds he made. With each movement, he let out a low groan that made me weaker than I could have ever imagined.

"Fuck, Luka—"

"Louder, please"

"Luka, I'm gonna— I'm almost—" My words got lost in a jumble of flustered desperation.

"That's it," Luka sighed— a mixture of husky breath and a stifled moan. That was all I needed, and I soon felt my release crash over me. Seconds later, he erupted in a series of moans as he, too, reached his finish.

~skippy skip~

Afterwards, Luka lay down on the bed, his arms outstretched for me to join him. I moved over to lay my head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of every breath. I couldn't help but smile and let out a satisfied hum. I tried to enjoy it, but the longer we lay there, I couldn't help but pretend he was mine. Like this hadn't just been an (albeit incredible) release of energy, but a typical night for two people in a real relationship. Of course, reality was not so sweet. I knew for certain at that moment that I couldn't keep this up. Not like this.

"We should probably get back, hmm?" Luka sighed. I could feel the vibrations on his chest as he talked.

"Yeah, probably." I admitted.

Neither of us moved for a few minutes, until finally I slowly sat up. Luka's eyes fluttered

open as I got off his chest, and he sighed again, realizing we really did have to go now. We got up wordlessly and started the walk back to Adrien's room. As we walked side by side, our hands brushed a few times, sending my stomach into a somersault. My excitement seemed silly considering Luka had just been literally inside me, but it wasn't really the same thing.

"Do you think anyone noticed we left?" Luka whispered as we neared the door to

Adrien's room.

"Probably not." I whispered back. I turned to him in the dark, feeling kind of awkward. As

if reading my thoughts, Luka put his hand on my arm, rubbing my skin softly with his thumb.

"Sleep well, okay?" He said quietly.

"I will." I smiled, though he couldn't see it in the dark. "You too, dork."

(LUKA'S POV)

We quietly snuck back in the room and went to our sleeping spots. As I lay down in the dark, I felt weird just saying goodnight like that, but what else was I supposed to say– good job? I mean, don't get me wrong, the sex was incredible. But I had absolutely no clue what the etiquette for these kinds of relationships is. To be honest, I wasn't completely sure this was even the kind of relationship I wanted. I had always imagined something more, and this didn't feel like it would be enough. But there was a real connection there, and if that's all I could get, I would have to be okay with that.

A buzz from my phone snapped me out of my thoughts, and I rolled over to grab it. I regretted looking instantly as a pit in my stomach began to form as I saw who the notification was from:

Lila Rossi.

(A/N: Dun dun dunnnnnn)