summary: Luke temporarily moves with you and your roommate and you find it hard, considering he was so nice to look at
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first part here!
“Did you and Luke do the nasty?” Were the first words you heard from your roommates mouth when you got up the next morning. Still in your half asleep state, his words didn’t process in your mind. “Huh?” You muttered, resting against the kitchen counter and pouring yourself of the already made coffee. “Did you guys bang? You and Luke?”
“No,” You rolled your eyes, wincing after taking a sip of the coffee. Nathan must’ve made it a while ago because it was too cold to drink. “Why, did you sleep with him?” You raised an eyebrow at your roommate. He snorted, laugh escaping his lips. “No. But he thinks you’re hot. And he was all smiley last night, and he totally had a hard on.”
Letting out a sigh, you sat down at the small kitchen table with your roommate. “We didn’t have sex, Nathan.” Before your roommate could make any other remark, Luke walked into the kitchen. You turned around at the sound of his footsteps, eyeing his attire of grey sweatpants and tighter black long sleeve shirt.
“Mornin’.” He muttered, sleepy smile on his lips as he greeted the both of you. The last time you saw him was last night when you were shoving him out your door, as he held your hips and pressed kisses along your jaw.
You didn’t miss the smirk on his lips as your eyes met, as you laughed to yourself and rolled your eyes. Looking down at your coffee, you took another sip even at the gross taste. “Is there coffee?” Luke asked, directing his question to both you and Nathan. “Yeah,” You spoke up. “But it’s super gross, Nathan made it.”
“I’ll make you guys some more,” Luke said, reaching for the coffee grounds that were in the cupboard. Minutes later, Luke walked over to you with another mug in his hand. “Here you go,” He muttered quietly, handing you the mug. “Thank you,” You grinned up at him, eyes meeting his eyes when his hand brushed yours as you grabbed the mug.
You saw your roommate watching the two of you, eyebrows furrowed as he gave you a look. “Oh-kay.” Nathan said as he stood up, exaggerating every syllable as spoke. “Well I have class in half an hour, so I’m gonna try to not be late for once.” Without another word, he walked off towards his room, leaving you and Luke.
After maybe three seconds of silence, Luke was the first to speak up. “Do you have class this morning as well?” He asked, making you turn your head to him. “No,” You murmured, shaking your head. “I have two afternoon classes but that’s it for today.”
Half grin on his lips, Luke asked you another question. “Then why are you up so early?” Not really thinking about it, you shrugged. “I dunno. I guess I’m used to waking up early by now. What about you? You have no need to be awake right now.” You directed his question back to him, watching him from where you sat.
“I’m the same,” He grinned. “I got so used to waking up this early that it’s like inked into my brain. “Plus,” He added, smile growing. “The company at this hour is not bad.”
Not giving you a chance to respond, Luke spoke up again. “But if I had to be completely honest, I didn’t get much sleep last night. I’ve kinda been awake for a while now actually.”
“And why is that?” You raised an eyebrow at him, small grin on your lips. “Too busy thinking about something else. Something that happened before going to bed.” Your grin widened at the mention of your kiss that happened the other night. “What about last night?”
“I couldn’t believe that it really happened.” He murmured from across the kitchen. You were about to say something, but were interrupted by Nathan. He looked between you and Luke, walking to where his abandoned coffee cup was. “Sorry for interrupting.” He grabbed his cup, leaving as soon as he had it.
“Carry on.” Was quietly heard from you roommate as he walked away. You went to rinse out your now empty coffee mug. You felt Luke’s body behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. “Nathan is that you?”
You felt Luke laugh against your ear, lips brushing against your skin. “Sorry to disappoint.” He murmured, leaving pecks up your jaw. You turned around, muttering quietly. “I have coffee breath.” Luke smiled, nodding gently. “So do I.”
“I really wanna kiss you again.” He whispered quietly, fingers digging into your hips. Leaving you no time to respond, he leaned in closer until your lips connected. You tasted the coffee on his lips, and he could probably taste the same on your mouth. His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you closer against him as you brought your own hands up around his neck.
You sucked on his bottom lip, where his lip ring was and heard a small groan escape past his lips. “Babe,” He breathed out, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ve known you for like a week and you’re already gonna be the death of me.”
Just as you were about to answer, Nathan walked back out of his room. “Well,” At the sound of his voice, Luke sprang away from you. You turned back towards the sink, smoothing down your oversized shirt. “I’m leaving, I’ll see you guys later.”
Once you guys heard the door shut, Luke turned back to you. “Sorry about that,” He gestured between the two of you. “I just don’t think that it’d be a good idea if Nathan, knew about this.” He said, and you nodded, honestly agreeing with you. “I mean, not that we are a thing, it’s just-“
“Luke,” You cut him off, noticing he was getting flustered. “It’s fine.” You grinned at him, watching him relax. “You have the morning off, right?” Luke changed the subject. You nodded, watching as Luke approached you once again.
He was in front of you within seconds, and you lifted yourself up on the kitchen counter, legs wrapping around Luke’s waist. His lips were back on yours fast, hand gripping into your bare thigh. His tongue massaged yours as it slid into your mouth.
A small shriek escaped your lips as he lifted you off the counter, walking the two of you out of the kitchen. After a few awkward stumbles through the apartment, limbs crashing into walls and corners, Luke had walked you into your room.
“I’m not having sex with you right now.” You murmured against his lips, just making that clear. “There are other things we can do, babe.”
He laid you down on the bed, hovering over you. His lips moved from your jaw, to your neck, sucking gently on the skin there. “I’m like,” Luke muttered. “So oddly infatuated with you.”
You pulled away, raising an eyebrow at him. “You saying that its odd that you like me?” Luke’s eyes widened, shaking his head. “No, it’s odd how much I like you.”
summary: Best friend Luke learns that you’ve never had an orgasm and decides to help you out
rating: nsfw
word count: 3k+
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“What?” Luke exclaimed from where he was sitting next to you. “You’ve never had an orgasm?” You felt your cheeks warm up slightly, avoiding the gaze of your friend next to you. “How?”
“I dunno,” You shrugged. “I guess I kinda faked it sometimes, but no one has really gotten me there.” You looked at Luke’s face, almost wanting to laugh at the shocked expression on his face. “Not even that guy you were with for a few months? The most recent one, what was his name again?”
“Logan, and no. I faked it with him too.” You told you best friend, cringing slightly at the mention of your ex. “Seriously Y/N, you’re missing out.” Luke said the look of disbelief clear on his features.
“I mean,” You paused, red tint on your cheeks as of the current topic. “It’s not my fault.” You shrugged. “You could always try yourself.” Luke laughed, nudging you with his elbow. “Luke,” You exclaimed. “I’m not gonna talk about masturbation with you.”
“Okay but listen,” Luke paused. “You’re being deprived.” You laughed, shaking your head at his words. “How have none of the guys you’ve been with given you an orgasm?”
Once again, you shrugged. “Like, I dunno. Guys aren’t generally as giving I guess. Or really know what they’re doing.” Luke shook his head at your words. “C'mon babe, a lot of guys know what they’re doing. You just seem to go for the wrong ones.”
“You know anyone off the top of your head?” You raised an eyebrow at your best friend, assuming the he was joking. “Well, I happen to know a few things to get a girl moaning.” He said, smirking at you. Your smile faltered, not sure if he was joking or not. “What are you saying?”
He simply raised an eyebrow at you, smirk still clear on his features. The mood had shifted between the two of you, going from teasingly joking to having an awkward tension in the air. He was you bestfriend, that would be wrong, right?
Maybe you were overthinking this, maybe he wasn’t actually saying what you thought he was. “I’m just putting it out there.” Luke said, confirming to what you thought he was hinting at. “You don’t have to say anything.” And that was the last he said about it.
Still, you couldn’t help but thinking about it. It was the only thing on your mind. “You made me curious.” You blurted out, after a few minutes. “What?” Luke turned his attention to you. “About what we were talking about, you made me curious.”
“Are you saying you want me to…” He trailed off, even though you knew very well what he was saying. “I mean,” You paused. “You don’t have to agree.” Luke quickly added. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”
“No,” You said. “I mean no, I don’t feel pressured.” You clarified. “But yes. I,” You paused again. “I agree to what you um, offered.” You watched Luke’s expression, a small smile on his lips. He started to shuffle closer to you, speaking up again.
“Nothing changes between us.” Luke whispered, getting closer to you. “Nothing. “You gave him a firm nod, agreeing with what he said.
Slowly moving closer to you, you watched his darkened eyes bore into yours. Luke muttered quietly, "Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured into-”
“Luke,” You cut him off. “I’m sure.” You told him, as confidently as you could even though the nerves were growing in your stomach. He gave you a small nod, face nearing yours.
He was slow as his face approached yours. Of course, kissing your best friend isn’t exactly something that you would expect to happen. When your lips met, it was like all thoughts that it was your bestfriend left your mind. His lips were soft against yours, and his lipring pressing hard against the corner of your lip.
For the first few seconds, it was simply lips on lips. Finally, his lips moved against your, nose gently nudging yours. One of his hands moved to cup the side of your face, pulling you closer to him. You responded to his kiss, lips sliding against his.
You felt his lips part against yours, tongue sliding against yours. Opening your own lips, he kissed your harder. His hand slid to the back of your neck, kissing you harder. The desperation grew; Luke’s other hand going to grip at your waist, fingers bunching into the fabric of your shirt. You were breathless, kissing him back with as much neediness as he had.
Luke’s lips moved from yours, pressing kisses down you jaw and moving to your neck. His hand was tugging at your shirt, pushing it up. Moving away from you slightly, he pulled it over your head. Gazing down at you, swollen lips parted as his lust filled eyes roamed every inch of your skin. Moving back to you, he pushed you back against the couch, hovering over you.
As your head hit the back of the couch, Luke’s lips latched to the skin of your neck. Having already removed your shirt, he had more access to your skin, littering it with kisses. Chaste kisses turning into sloppier, hot, open mouthed kisses, Luke sucked harshly onto your skin, looking for the spot that would make you weak under him.
You felt him grin slightly, before his teeth nipped your skin and his tongue trailed against the spot he had been paying attention to. The spot where when he sucked on your neck, and breathless whimper escaped past your lips and you couldn’t help but arch your back, pushing yourself against him and getting the urge to feel closer to him.
He continued his action with his lips, not stopping after one mark and being determined to make you his. After reaching back to unhook your bra, his mouth immediately dipped down to wrap around your nipple.
Flicking his tongue against the hardening nub, he repeated his actions of sucking harshly, but this time against the sensitive nub. “Fuck,” Luke muttered, after a louder moan was heard from you. “I bet I already got you moaning louder than anyone else has.”
His words, his deep voice muttering against you as his body lay over top your half naked one, they sent a rush of heat to your core, another whimper leaving your lips, wanting nothing more than to feel him against you. “You desperate babe, hm?” Luke said, lips detaching from your skin so he could look you in the eyes.
He could obviously tell you were pushing your hips into his, having them buck up as you were needy to feel some sort of release. You were tempted to snake your own hand down, but the look in Luke’s eyes told you otherwise. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you.”
His hand slid down your side, fingertips brushing gently against you. He toyed with the elastic of your underwear, then slipping down to you thighs. After teasing you with small pinches of your thighs and hand gently brushing against your covered core, he gave you what he wanted.
Hand sliding past the elastic of your underwear, Luke pushed a finger through your folds. “Holy…” Luke trailed off, head jerking up so that he could gaze into your eyes. “You’re soaking, babe”
A single moan was heard from you as an answer, not being able to help your hips bucking into his hand. Luke had already gotten you more turned on than anyone else you’d ever been with, and he was just getting started. Honestly, you didn’t even process the whole best friend aspect to it, you just knew that you needed him.
“This is all for me? I bet you’ve never wanted someone more, I bet you’ve never been this turned on.” Luke spoke lowly in your ear, his voice hoarse. “Please,” You managed to get out, voice quivering.
Complying to your plead; Luke pressed a finger against your clit harshly, causing you to shake underneath him. “Damn you look so good right now babe. All mine.”
A loud whine left your lips when he removed his hand from your underwear, and as he sat up, the feeling of him pressing up against your gone. Suddenly in a few not so smooth movements, Luke’s body was situated at the other end of the couch, long legs hanging off the edge. His face hovered over your lower stomach, his hands resting on your things as he pushed them further apart.
First, Luke pressed a series of chaste kisses along the elastic of your underwear, leaving you pleading for more. He then skipped right past where you wanted him the most, head dipping down to kiss your inner thigh. His lips sucked softly on the skin there, week old rough stubble tickling lightly on your thighs. “Luke,” You breathlessly murmured, having to call his name again to get his attention.
“What is it baby girl? You can’t wait? You can’t wait for me to give you your first /real/ orgasm? You wanna feel my lips against your soaked pussy?” Luke’s voice was low, his eyes dark as he stared up at you.
“Please,” You whined, nodding your head. You had never found yourself so desperate, so needy for something. Then again, you were sure that no guy had ever gotten you as riled up as Luke has. Luke smirked, lifting himself up to pull down your underwear, throwing them to the side.
The thought that you lied there completely exposed to your best friend didn’t even cross your mind; you just knew that you wanted him so bad. Pushing your legs apart again, Luke gazed down at you. “So damn pretty.” He muttered quietly, more so to himself and having no intention for you to hear.
His head was soon between your thighs again, this time pressing his tongue flat against your core. Your hips jerked up slightly at his action, but you dug your nails into your sides, trying to maintain some self-control. Luke licked a strip up your pussy, soaking up your dripping heat.
Slowly, he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue, earning a loud gasp from you, before he repeated his action. “I’m gonna have you screaming my name in no time.” He spoke against your folds, raspy voice sending vibrations throughout your body. After playing with your clit in a continuous method, he wrapped his lips around the small bud.
“Oh my…” You trailed off, not caring how vocal you were being. Luke sucked on your clit, roughly dragging his tongue across it. After seeming pleased with the amount of attention he provide your clit, he stiffened his tongue and pushed it straight into your core.
Rough tongue rubbing against your tight walls, you wished that he’d speed up his pace. Finally, he pumped and lapped his tongue in and around your core fast enough as the build in your stomach started, and causing you to shut your eyes so tight you started to see stars.
Your hips were jerking up in pace with Luke’s own movement, doubling the pleasure as he fucked you with his mouth. He nose would brush up against your clit, and the rough patch of stubble along his chin and jaw was probably causing red marks along your inner thigh, not like you cared. Everything just felt so damn good; you wondered why Luke had never offered this before.
You felt the pleasure building up like never before. It wasn’t a foreign feeling, but this much pleasure certainly was. You felt yourself clench around him, legs straining and stomach tightening. Luke kept going, moving faster as he altered between pushing his tongue into you, and wrapping his lips around your clit. “You close babe? You gonna cum for me?” He said, voice once again vibrating against your core and only sent more pleasure across your body.
Moaning loudly in response, your nails dug into your sides as you saw stars. Luke had gone back to only rubbing your clit with his tongue, the feeling in your stomach building by the second. “I think I-” You couldn’t get your sentence out, feeling an immediate moment of release.
It was like nothing you’d felt before. Your legs clenched, shaking slightly as you felt the tension growing in your stomach get relived. Luke’s tongue kept working at your clit, not stopping as you climaxed.
You felt back against the couch, head pressing into the cushions. Your fingers dug into the material of the couch, moans freely falling from your lips mixed with Luke’s name and breathless whimpers.
After calming down from your orgasm slightly, Luke pulled his head up to grin at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “How was that babygirl?” He whispered, moving up to sit in front of you. “Fuck,” Was all you could say. Luke’s smile grew, moving to hover over you.
“Do you think you could do that a second time for me? Do you think that you could come again?” He whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You felt exhausted, but in all honesty you think that you could. “Yeah,” You whispered, voice quivering. “I think I could.”
“I’ll be back in a sec, babe.” You nodded, shutting your eyes gently as you thought over everything that had just happened. You best friend, someone who you had known for most of you r life, had just gone down on you. He had given you your first orgasm.
Minutes later, Luke was back in only his jeans and a condom between his fingers. Sitting up, you watched as he neared you and honestly you had never been so attracted to someone as you were now. “Fuck,” You heard him mutter under his breath, eyes roaming over you.
His hands went to unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down and tugging the tight material off his legs. His bulge was clear through his briefs, a small wet patch clear. He sat down in front of you on the couch, and your hands reached down to his hips to slip down his boxers.
You reached for his cock, rubbing your thumb over the swollen tip. “Babe,” He said, voice hoarse. “I wanna be inside of you.” He grabbed your hand in his, reaching for the condom to open the packet and roll it on his cock.
He leaned you down again onto the couch, lining himself up with you. “You ready babe? I’m gonna make you cum around my cock, is that okay?” He whispered into your ear. “Please,” You whimpered, hand going to the nape of his neck, fingers weaving into his hair and pulling his lips down to yours.
Lips moving on yours, Luke pushed into you, slowly stretching you. “Jesus,” You groaned, arching your back to push your hips closer to him. “You okay babygirl?” He murmured in your ear, before gazing down at you. You nodded, wanting nothing more than to have him move inside of you.
He pulled out slightly, thrusting hard back into you. Luke moaned, muffling it as he pressed his lips against your shoulder. His hips grinded into yours, feeling like he was brushing up against every good spot inside of you. “Does that feel good babe?” He grinned, after a loud moaned left your lips. You hummed, fingers digging into his skin.
“’M gonna make you cum so hard.” His words elicited a moan from you, jerking your hips up to his. Luke lifted himself up higher, torso hovering over yours. He looked down, watching as his cock thrusted into you. “Jesus Y/N,” He moaned, head dipping back down, leaving sloppy kisses along your lips.
He kept a steady pace, small breaths mixed with your name and curses leaving his lips. You ended up wrapping your other leg around his; loving the feeling it was giving you as he hit a new angle inside of you. He sure as hell knew what he was doing.
A loud moan left your lips when you felt the pad of his finger brush up against your clit once more, his hand making his way between your bodies. “I love the way you react to me.” He muttered, fingers slowly dragging along your clit, in contrast to his faster thrusts inside of you. “I love how loud you are.” He said, after his name left your lips. “More Luke, fuck I need more.” You whimpered, biting your lip so hard your thought it might bleed.
You already felt your second orgasm approaching, clenching around Luke’s cock. “Jesus you feel so good.” He grunted. “Are you close babygirl? Are you gonna cum for me again? You gonna cum all over my cock?”
His words sent a new wave a pleasure through you, edging you closer to your orgasm. The pressure was building up; as Luke made sure that you would unravel before he did as his finger started working at a faster pace around your clit. You tightened the grip of your legs around him, arching your back as you felt yourself lose control. You’re nails dug into the skin of his back, leaving crescent shaped marks. You released around him, breathing heavy as Luke’s name tumbled from your lips.
It was like last time, but even more if that was possible. You went lip under him, legs clenching around him as loud moans escaped past your lips. His mouth was at your neck, and you felt his teeth bit down into your skin as he came into the condom. “Y/N,” He moaned loud as well, riding out his high. You felt his body practically go limp on top of you, his leg shaking slightly and his chest heaving.
You were still squirming from your own orgasm, clenching tightly around him as you pushed your head back into the couch. “Fuck babe,” Luke breathed out. “That was…” He trailed off, not having to finish his sentence. “I know.” You agreed, voice hoarse.
He pulled out, discarding the condom and wrapping his arms around you, limbs tangling as he spooned you. “Remember babe,” He muttered, lips against your ear. “If you ever need help with anything, you know where to find me.”
You turned your head around, eyes meeting his. “You saying you wanna do that again sometime?” You grinned at him. “Yeah,” He breathed out, voice low. “But not casually. I like you too damn much for that.”
You took a big breath, feeling the tears freely falling from the corners of your eyes. You were trying to calm yourself down, but if anything you just felt like crying out even louder. “Luke, its not that easy.”
“I know, but you-” He said from across the room but you spoke up, cutting him off. “No. It doesn't fucking work that way.” You cried out for what seemed like the thousandth time. “Can you let me finish?” He snapped back, glaring. “You need to realize that I hate this as much as you do.” Luke said, voice getting softer.
You guys had gotten into an argument, a bad one. You hated this, fighting with Luke was the last thing you wanted to do right now. “I can’t just drop everything.” You said, wiping away the tears with the sleeve of your shirt. “I know,” Your boyfriend sighed, his own hands pulling at his hair.
You watched him intake a breath, sitting down on the couch with a defeated sigh. “We’ll figure it out.” He said, voice small. Once again wiping under your eyes, you shuffled across the room, standing in front of him. Luke tentatively held out a hand, and you grabbed it without hesitation as he pulled you onto his lap.
He gripped at your hips, leaning forward and pressed kisses along your wet cheeks, before his lips they briefly brushed over yours. “I love you so much.” He whispered, pulling your body closer to his. “I am so stupidly in love with you.”
"I can't believe you just said that to me." *whispers* angst
“I can’t believe you just said that to me.” You said, hands on your hips as you stared him down. “You’re such an ass!” You yelled out, hands running through your hair in frustration. “Babe,” He tried to cut you off, but you didn’t take any of his shit. “No, don’t ‘babe’ me.” You shook your head, almost wanting to laugh out loud. “Get out.”
A chorus of crickets and the slight hum of the castle’s staff from the farthest corners of the building were the only sounds audible as you sat on your balcony; your feet propped up against the railing in what would most definitely be considered an un-ladylike manner and your body only covered with a thin tank top and tiny short. Sure, the outfit was indecent for a princess set to marry the prince of a prestigious neighboring country in twelve days, but the summer night left your skin dewy with sweat and you figured it was too dark for anyone to even see you anyways.
Though it had taken a while, you’d grown accustomed to the demands of royalty. Despite the fact that for the first year in the castle, there was always an underlying current of bitterness apparent in your actions, you felt content with your life now. Sure, suddenly being observed under a microscope broadcasted worldwide as a result of learning of your royal heritage when you were merely eighteen years old wasn’t ideal, but you figured things could’ve been worse.
Besides, you’d made quite the companion in Luke. Though your friendship had started off quite awkward and tense (knowing that one day you were going to marry him and be expected to produce a heir), the blonde and you had built a friendship you were sure anyone would be jealous of. Many nights, after completing your royal duties, you’d find yourself cackling with Luke over the phone about some stupid joke he’d found on the internet or listening to him practice a speech he was giving in outlandish accents that never failed to make you laugh. Every time he visited your kingdom or you joined him at his, you’d spend all your waking moments (when not required to be somewhere of importance) just soaking in the company of each other; whether it be lounging around in sweats you only so often were allowed to wear or racing each other on whichever palace’s horses you were staying at. The blonde was always striving to make you smile and most of the time, he never failed.
“Y/N!” A loud whisper jolted you, shaking you from your thoughts. Immediately, you sprung from your lounging position and settled into a fight stance you’d perfected over the past three years while learning how to defend yourself. “Chill!” the suddenly familiar voice calmed with a gentle chuckle from below, “It’s just me.”
Disbelievingly, you peered over the side of your balcony, your face lighting up with a smile down at Luke before it quickly morphed into a scowl. “Luke, what the hell? It’s literally like eleven o’clock, what the hell are you doing - in my garden, in my country - of all places?”
Your betrothed prince rolled his eyes, popping his hip sarcastically. “Well I was trying to surprise you, but apparently, you aren’t appreciating it.”
You snorted. “Oh please, you know I hate surprises.” You both let out hearty laughs at you remembered the time Luke jumped out from his closet while you were staying with him a few months ago and nearly gave him a black eye.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, princess,” the blonde remarked, crossing his arms. “Can I come up?”
Sighing, you cocked your head to the side as if truly deliberating Luke’s proposition. “I guess if you insist.”
Rolling his eyes, Luke began climbing your terrace, landing with an oomph a few feet away from you as he pulled himself over the balcony with difficulty. “What?” he asked, putting his hands on his knees and huffing. “Can’t help your Romeo out a little bit?”
“Oh god,” you exclaimed, knocking his shoulder with yours on the way to the sliding glass door to your room. “We are not Romeo and Juliet.”
“Well yeah, I’d hope so,” Luke agreed, following you inside. “I think we have a way better shot at ‘happily ever after’ to be completely honest.”
Your stomach fluttered at the blonde’s off-hand comment, watching him make himself completely at home as he found his lounging clothes he’d left in your closet a few visits before and shuck off tight clothes without a second thought. Though you and Luke were very close (in fact, you considered him your best friend) and you were set to be married (in literally twelve days), romantic notions were never really exchanged whenever the two of you were together. Sure, fleeting touches that left your skin warm and hugs that lasted just a little too long to be platonic were a norm, but you hadn’t so much as kissed. You figured maybe Luke simply just wanted to wait until the wedding and made peace with that belief a while ago.
“So,” the prince stated after jumping onto your bed and nestling himself into the pillows. “What story are you gonna tell me tonight?”
Trying (and failing to hide a smile), you shuffled over to the beautiful canopied California King sized bed and launched yourself beside him. “Well,” you teased him, tangling your legs with his as his fingers extended to gently trace lines up and down your forearm. “You haven’t even told me why you’re here instead of home yet.” Usually, whenever you and the prince spent the night with each other, you always shared little stories from your life before royalty. Luke claimed it was the only glimpse of ‘real life’ he’d ever come close to grasping, therefore thoroughly enjoyed your anecdotes.
Luke shrugged, his eyes following the movements of his hand as a tender smile embellished his lips. “I dunno, I had a rare couple of free days and told my father I was coming here and, yeah,” he trailed off before raising his eyes to meet yours. “Besides, I can’t even really say that my kingdom is my home anymore, to be honest.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why? Is that chef giving you crap again because I swear to–”
“No,” the blonde interrupted you, an abundant amount of fondness shining in his eyes. “I mean that you’re my home now.”
“Oh,” you breathed, mirroring Luke’s vulnerable expression. “I didn’t… I didn’t really know you felt that way.”
The prince’s eyebrows crinkled, his face drawing into a frown. “What do you mean?”
“I dunno,” you trailed, your face suddenly warm with the knowledge of Luke’s gaze trained on it’s every movement. “I just… I know we’re best friends and everything and that we’re bound to be married, but like,” you rolled your lips together before sighing and concluding. “You’ve just… Never really seem interested.”
And Luke, Luke honest to God laughed because really - how could you even think that? You were one of - if not the - most sought after bachelorette(s) in the world (even if you weren’t necessarily single) and he’d be absolutely crazy to not be at least half in love with you.
However, you didn’t quite interpret Luke’s reaction that way.
“God, not only do basically tell me you’re not ever going to be interested but you fucking laugh at me, too?” you spat, wiping angry tears away from under your eyes as you struggled to pull yourself out of the bed.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Luke beckoned, his arms immediately trapping you without difficulty despite your incessant squirming. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You sniffled, ignoring the prince’s gaze boring into your face.
“You’re just–you–” Luke sighed before starting again. “You thought you had a choice, okay? You grew up thinking you were going to marry the person you fell in love with and–and I didn’t. I knew I was going to marry someone my parents had arranged for me when I was a baby and that was that.” He pushed a hand through his hair before settling defeatedly back down into your plush pillows. “And then, you just– you just got thrown into this life and basically told you didn’t have any other choice but marrying me and– god,” He covered his face, making his next words barely audible. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry you have to settle for me.”
Your mouth hung open in shock, Luke’s confession rendering you speechless. He took that as his cue to keep talking.
“And honestly, I think anyone would agree, I’d be fucking crazy to not be in love with you.”
A looming silence fell over the both of you, your mind digesting everything Luke had said while his ran rampant with the thought of you being forced to marry someone you’d only ever feel companion love towards.
“I can’t believe you think being with you is settling,” you started, your mind still ringing with Luke’s words. You shook your head in disbelief before continuing. “I thought you weren’t interested in me.”
The blonde scoffed. “Yeah, that’s exactly why I’ve come with you to every single wedding planning meeting ever despite the fact that the only thing ever talked about is the color scheme and where all of our gifts are going to be stored.”
“Hey!” you gasped, playfully hitting Luke’s arm. “It’s not like I enjoy those anymore than you do.” An exchange of laughter was shared before silence settled again. “I do though,” you stated, nestling into the blonde’s body again. “Love you, that is.”
You felt Luke’s grin against your hair before he pressed a tender kiss to your head. “I love you too, princess,” he muttered, before tilting your chin up to join your lips in what would be the first of many kisses to come.
