19 October 2020

Prompt: Fruit

Character/Pairing: Dingo King (OC), Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Lukanette.

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Notes: This ties into my fic "Of Punky Bois & Punky Colors", where Luka and Mari get together over hair dye. One of the things in that fic is Marinette starts using berry-flavored lip gloss bc Luka/'s hair dye smells like berries, so there's kinda this running gag of berry-flavored kisses. (Also Quick totally came up with the Officer Roger line, and I stole it like the dirty pirate I am. xD)

Dingo's grin is stretching so wide it hurts, but he can't really help it. Marinette had shown up to school that morning with Luka. And pink hair. And they were holding hands.

…and when Juleka and Rose went to tug her away so they weren't late to their first class, they had kissed goodbye.

Granted, Dingo had been texting Luka for the better part of the weekend and had known all of this, but it was one thing to know and another to actually see.

And now they're at lunch, and Marinette is sitting on Luka's lap, and they're being absolutely disgusting, and he fucking loves it. Luka's arms are looped around her waist, and one of her arms is resting on his shoulders so she can reach up and toy with his hair. Her other hand is drawing lazy patterns on his arm, and they're giving each other absolutely besotted looks. It's so gross. Even worse, every now and then she dips down or he leans up and they get lost in a slow, lazy kiss. It's absolutely disgusting. Juleka had already grabbed Rose's arm and dragged her off to the courtyard to eat lunch, and Brielle's been willfully ignoring the new couple since Marinette first plopped down on his lap. Dingo, though, is enjoying every minute of the show.

Not that they've actually noticed. They're lost in their own little world, just as they should be.

"You two are going to starve the rest of the day if you don't actually eat something," Brielle finally points out, glancing up from her phone to find their lunches are still untouched. "Luka, you're a growing boy. You gotta eat up."

"He is," Dingo snickers, and Marinette squeaks before hiding her burning face in Luka's hoodie. "He's been eating her up since we got here."

"Fuck you, Ding," Luka says, and Dingo just snickers again. Marinette's hand has moved from his arm to his neck, and he takes a breath before ducking his face against her shoulder. He whispers something to her, just low enough that Dingo and Brielle can't hear, but it makes Marinette giggle and snuggle closer. She glances up at him, and he draws her into another slow kiss. He's grinning stupid when she rests her head back on his shoulder. "You still taste like berries."

"…she does?" Dingo asks, and Marinette rolls her eyes at him.

"It's my lip gloss," she says. She kisses Luka's jaw before standing, and Luka actually whines a little when she makes him let go. She giggles and ruffles his hair. "I'll be back. I just want to see if they have any more of those pastries."

"Hurry back," Luka says, still smiling stupid, and Marinette squeezes his hand before turning to go.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Dingo calls, grabbing at her wrist. He grins at her, and she suddenly looks wary. "You really taste like berries?"

"…Dingo, if you try and kiss her I will punch you in the face," Luka says, but Dingo's curiosity has been piqued. His grin turns dangerous, and he winks at Marinette.

"Ok," he says, and before either of them can react he's grabbing Luka's face and pulling him close, smacking a sloppy, exaggerated kiss against his lips. Luka immediately shoves him away, but not before Dingo can swipe his tongue along Luka's lower lip. Dingo's cackling as Luka pushes him hard enough to send him to the floor, and then Luka's kicking him for good measure. (Marinette does, too, because it's not fair that Luka's the only one who gets to kick him.)

"Asshole," Luka spits, rubbing his arm across his mouth. Marinette tips his head back and kisses him, and Dingo cackles all the harder as he crawls back into his chair – only for Brielle to shove him back to the floor with a muttered dumbass.

"Well, you wouldn't let me kiss her," he says when he's back in his chair and Marinette's stopped kissing Luka again. She punches his shoulder, and he's grateful it only hurts a little. He probably deserves worse.

"She wouldn't let you kiss her, either," she mutters. She looks back at Luka and smiles. "I'll be right back."

"What the hell, Ding?" Luka asks once she's gone. Dingo's still giggling.

"I wanted to know what her lip gloss tasted like," he says with a shrug, "and you wouldn't let me kiss Mari, so I had to get it second-hand."

"You wanted to cause shit," Brielle says, smacking the back of his head – on the bit of shaved head beside the mohawk so she knew it would hurt. He grins at her. "You're not supposed to be kissing him, dumbass."

"Oh, I know," he says, and then Bri's squawking against his mouth as he steals a kiss from her, too. "Besides, I prefer cinnamon. You taste better than he does."

"…Lu, do you think Officer Roger would just laugh in my face if I tried to have him arrested for assault?" Brielle deadpans, but neither boy misses the blush dusting her cheeks. Marinette doesn't miss it either when she returns with a pastry in her hand, her eyebrows lifting in curiosity. She returns to her seat on Luka's lap, and Dingo can't help but notice how natural they are around each other. He grins at Luka, but his mate is still scowling at him.

"Me? Definitely," he grumbles. He smiles a little when Marinette offers the pastry to him, and it's a few beats as he chews and swallows before he continues. "But you? He might actually take you seriously."

Dingo goes to argue that point, but Brielle is slapping the back of his head again.

"Just shut up before you dig a deeper grave," she mutters. He looks back to Luka, but he's back in his little Marinette World, so he scoots his chair closer to Brielle. With the lovebirds distracted, he leans in and whispers.

"…your lip gloss does taste better, though."

Her face burns warmer, but he still catches the smile before her hand can fully cover it.