One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

12th (LUKA DONČIĆ)

>Reader is a professor who has been dating Luka for quite a while. You both were currently staying inside your office in your house when he decided to go live on IG.

(y/a/g)- your age gap (if necessary)

WARNINGS: mentions of PDA (only if you don't like the idea of it)

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"Can I stay here instead?" Luka's deep accented voice spoke, his head peaking through the door of your office.

You lifted your head to meet his green-eyed gaze, sighing dramatically with a wide smile on your lips. "I thought you were gonna play NBA2K rather than watch me do my boring job?"

Luka attempted to roll his eyes at you, but it ended up looking like he just blinked. You stifled a giggle, leaning back to the swivel chair.

"I wanted to," he said, shrugging before closing the door behind him, "but it also went boring. So I decided to move here and be with you instead."

"Aww," you raised your brow, "what do you wanna do then? Are you just gonna watch me finish marking papers?"

He walked through the space and sat himself on the couch by the window. Shrugging, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and began browsing on it. Oh, he's not in the mood. You shrugged to yourself, too. Although you wanted to join him on that couch, the deadline for your papers was much needy at the moment.

You sighed heavily, leaving Luka with his phone before attending back to your work.

Moments later, a loud yet familiar song blasted off from his phone, his head bobbing up and down to the beat. It was a Spanish rap song, something you had been used to hearing every now and then. You closed your eyes, not exactly annoyed at him, though it was really distracting you from doing anything. You looked over Luka, who was still clicking and scrolling on his phone.

"Babe," you called out, "Luka..."

His head jolted up, immediately looking at your wide eyes and pursed lips. "Yeah? What?"

"Music? Maybe you can tone it down a bit because I'm working here, please?"

He just shrugged, a downward frown on his face. The sound coming out of his phone lessened, and you mouthed a thank you to his way before proceeding to your work.

You were rather busy grading papers and doing student worksheets, you didn't notice that Luka went live on IG instead. He bobbed his head once again, singing the lyrics of the song as he stared at his screen. It was a hobby of his you never really understood, given that you were (y/a/g) years older than he was.

Luka was mumbling words in Spanish, uttering small thank yous to the fans watching him on live for their usual praises for his games. This caught your attention. You looked at him with an amused smile on your face. Luka looked at you as well, and he let out a chuckle as he did.

"C'mere," he said, jerking his head inwardly to the side, telling you to come nearer, "baby, sit next to me."

You raised both your brows, swerving your chair to the left to meet him. "I'm working."

"It's just a few minutes," he shrugged, extending his arm to you, "come on."

Both your shoulders playfully slumped and you rolled your eyes heavenwards. You shook your head, wanting to concentrate to your work, but with Luka around, it always seemed impossible.

"Baby..." he said once again, voice set even deeper, "come to papa."

You gasped at what he said, and you turned to him slack-jawed. A round of laughter escaped your lips, not knowing what to say. "What...Luka!"

Your whispered warning tone only made him laugh, and he motioned his hand again to you. "Come to papa."

"Oh my god," you laughed, burying your face into your palms. You could feel your face heat up when he repeated it, before brushing your fingers through your hair. Throwing your hands up, you gathered your finished papers and stacked them to one side, before turning to his direction once again.

"Fine, fine. You're stubborn as ever," you rolled your eyes again, which only made Luka grin like crazy. Taking a seat next to him, you placed an arm around his neck and leaned your head to the side of his face, seeing yourself on the rearscreen of his phone. "What is that?"

"It's instagram live," he answered, looking at you through the screen, "and these are people commenting stuff...you know, usual stuff."

"Oh, okay. I see. I'm too old for that kinda thing." You said, chuckling and reading some of the comments left by his fans. Most of them were just shout outs and praises and good luck messages for his next game, making you smile and happy for the man beside you.

"If you're too old, then why do you have to keep working that hard? You should get some rest," he shrugged, then looked at you. He used his free hand to tuck a strand of your hair to your ear, " how about a trip to somewhere sometime?"

You hummed, leaning in to kiss his temple, "A trip sounds tempting."

"We're going on a vacation then," he smiled, "and that's settled."

Luka pulled your head down, kissing you directly on your mouth. It made you smile as you responded to his kiss when you happened to remember one thing.

"I think you should turn it off." You spoke after breaking the kiss, referring to his phone.

"Oh," he laughed, throwing his head back. You playfully smacked his chest, and he immediately turned his live off then his phone, before putting it aside and giving all his attention to you.

"Now where were we?" He said, a sheepish grin spreading on his lips.