Hello!! Hope you are doing well!!, may I request a katarsis (lukas radzevičius) x fem!reader?? In which they just basically cuddle after eurovision?? Thank you soo much!! :)
—Late night, early morning affection
Lukas Radzevičius x fem!reader
summary. you cuddle after he arrives home from Eurovision
translation. Labai tavęs pasiilgau, mano meile = I missed you so much my love , Mieloji = sweetheart
Your eyes felt heavy as the clock struck 2:00 AM. The soft glow of your phone illuminated your face in the dark room as you FaceTimed your boyfriend, Lukas—who was finally returning home from Basel after being away for several long weeks. You had wanted so badly to go with him—really you did— but your job just couldn’t allow such an extended break.
“You’re so beautiful, mieloji,” Lukas murmured through the screen, his head leaning against the window of the taxi. The streetlights blurred behind him, the buildings suddenly turning familiar. “I missed the sight of you.” You shifted beneath the covers, stifling a yawn. “You’re looking at me right now,” you pointed out which made Lukas let out a faint, breathy chuckle. “I mean the real thing, [Name].”
Your smile softened, a little blush creeping onto your cheeks despite the hour. “How long until you get home?” Lukas glanced toward the front of the taxi, then back at you. “About two minutes.”
Suddenly, you were fully awake. You sat up straight in bed, the covers pooling at your waist, and Lukas smiled gently through the screen at your reaction. He knew you’d be excited—but seeing it in real time, how your tired eyes suddenly lit up, made something warm twist in his chest.
Soon the call ended as you practically ran to the entrance, pacing in small circles and bouncing on your heels like a kid waiting for a surprise. Each passing second felt like an eternity. Then, at last, came the soft knock at the door. You didn’t hesitate the moment you opened it, you threw your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped tightly around you, almost desperately, as if anchoring himself back to reality.
“Labai tavęs pasiilgau, mano meile,” he whispered against your ear, his breath warm and slightly shaky. His scent—faint cologne and something uniquely Lukas—flooded your senses as he gently kicked the door shut behind him.
You barely registered it before he was pressing soft kisses all over your face; your cheeks, your nose, the edge of your jaw, your lips—gentle and scattered like stardust. “Come on, you must be exhausted.” He said, voice low and groggy.
He swept you off your feet before you could say another word. Reflexively, your legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried you through the apartment and into your bedroom, where he didn’t even bother to change—he just collapsed onto the bed with you still in his arms, letting out a long, content sigh. You layed together in the quiet dark, your hand brushing through his slightly messy hair while he rested his head on your chest. His fingers traced absentminded circles on your hip— it was the most peaceful either of you had felt in weeks.
“You have no idea how unbearable everything was without you,” he mumbled. You let out a soft laugh, scratching up and down his back. “You had the others with you. I’m sure you had fun.”
“I did..,” he said, lifting his head just enough to look at you, his gaze intense despite the tiredness in his eyes. “But I couldn’t do this with anyone else.”
He leaned in, lips brushing yours in a slow, yearning kiss. It wasn’t rushed—it was deep and steady, like he was pouring weeks of longing into it. Then his mouth moved lower, pressing kisses to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone—soft, unhurried, reverent.
You sighed beneath him, your arms pulling him closer, as if afraid he might disappear again.
“I’m not going anywhere for a long while,” he promised, his tone certain.
You felt his heartbeat against your ribs, steady and warm. His fingers now laced with yours, holding tight like a vow.
Eventually, you both drifted into sleep, tangled in each other’s arms, legs wrapped under the covers, breaths syncing into one rhythm. The world outside continued on, but in that small shared apartment, time slowed just for the two of you.
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