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Steamy and Sultry One-shots	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 25776 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

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‘That party was so fun,’ Marinette exclaimed as she stretched her arms, before slumping sideways into Luka’s lap.
Luka rested his head against the back of the couch with a sigh. ‘Sure was. It’s kinda lonely without everyone here, though.’
Marinette rolled onto her back, her spine curving over his legs while her head and shoulders lay on the next couch cushion. ‘They had to go home some time, and Juleka practically lives with Rose already. Have you thought about selling the houseboat and moving into an apartment block?’
He shook his head. ‘No. Mum left it to me, and it has so many memories; I guess I'm just not ready to let go. It’s sentimental, you know?’
Marinette hummed in understanding. ‘It would be sad if you got rid of it. I love this old houseboat.’
Luka looked down at her, one brow raised in mild amusement. ‘Really?’
She booped his nose. ‘Really. Besides, I bet you wouldn’t be able to live on solid land. You’d miss the boat rocking you to sleep, the water sloshing against the hull, and the ability to weigh anchor and sail away just for a change of scenery.’
Laughing quietly, he replied, ‘I didn’t realise you're such a poet when you’re drunk.’
‘Not drunk,’ she corrected him, with a frown. ‘I’m just merry.’
‘Ah, all right then.’
She hummed again, stretching her arms above her head, and her legs over the arm of the couch. When she relaxed, she looked at him again with a furrowed brow, her arms laying limply beside her head.
‘Are you lonely?’
‘I have my music.’
While it wasn't a satisfying answer, Marinette let it slide. She closed her eyes, and arched her spine, trying to get comfortable despite Luka’s legs under her back.
A sudden warmth on her belly told her he’d rested a hand there, his thumb rubbing idly back and forth. Marinette exhaled, trying to remember where her handbag was.
Luka’s other hand lay over her breast, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Marinette opened a lazy eye, and hummed a questioning note. ‘What’re you doing?’
‘There’s a pretty girl draped across my lap,’ he said by way of explanation.
‘Do I have to do anything?’
‘Probably not.’
Marinette closed her eyes, and relaxed. ‘Go ahead then.’
Luka continued fondling her breasts, teasing the nipples until they were stiff, and running his palms over them.
‘When did you take your bra off?’ he asked.
‘After Rose and Juleka left; they were the last to head out.’
‘Your shirt is white. It’s practically transparent.’
She shrugged, nonchalant.
Luka chuckled lowly, then slowly tugged the hem of her shirt up until it bunched under her chin. Palming her breasts, he sighed and shifted in his seat. Marinette arched her back, pushing her tits into his hands. She relaxed as Luka groped her, enjoying the attention he gave her.
His left hand wandered leisurely downward, over her belly, to the waistband of her skirt. Marinette spread her legs, the tight denim riding up to her hips. Luka cupped her sex and squirmed in his seat.
‘Did you take off your panties, too?’
She rolled her hips. ‘I can’t wear panties with this skirt. Visible panty line is a real, and terrible fashion faux pas.’
She heard him gulp. ‘You haven’t worn underwear all night?’
‘Nope,’ she replied, coyly.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned quietly.
Opening her legs wider, she encouraged him to touch her. Luka obliged, rubbing her clit before his fingers dipped between her folds, and up again. She moaned, her legs closing on his hand and curling in, before she forced herself to spread them again.
‘Does that feel good?’ asked Luka.
‘Very nice,’ she sighed.
‘You’re wet already.’
‘I like to be touched.’
Luka rubbed slow circles until her breathing turned heavy, and a blush stained her cheeks pink. She felt moisture drip down and canted her hips into Luka’s hand, pleading silently for more.
‘Your skirt is getting in the way,’ he complained.
Marinette reached down and impatiently rolled it up to her waist, leaving herself fully exposed on his lap. Hooking her legs over his knee and back of the couch, she asked, ‘better?’
‘Very much so.’
He used his whole hand to pleasure her. While his fingers delved into her folds, the hell of his palm ground against her nub, all while his other hand played with her breasts.
Marinette squirmed and hummed her approval, the tacky sounds of Luka’s fingers meeting her entrance filling the air.
His hand dipped low enough for his fingers to slip between her buttocks. Marinette gasped and arched her back, her hips rocking involuntarily. Then, as Luka stroked back up, he circled two fingers around her entrance before carefully inserting them with little resistance. He fingered her expertly, curling them and stroking her inner walls as her moisture flowed freely, coating his hands and her inner thighs until her skin glistened in the dim lights.
Her head tilted back as she moaned, her legs shuddering with want. Marinette could feel her pussy clenching and relaxing around his fingers as he pumped them languorously.
Opening her eyes, she saw him staring at her body, his jaw slack and his pupils dilated. Drool gathered on his lower lip, and his breathing was heavy. His face was flushed as his eyes carefully followed the movements of his hand inside her, then she noticed the prominent bulge in his lap.
His jeans had tented so high, she wondered if it hurt. Deciding to help, she reached out and began fumbling until she freed him. Luka’s cock sprang free and bobbed upright, the swollen head dripping precum.
Marinette eyed his member first in awe, then in desperate want. Palming the tip, she rubbed her thumb over it, then dragged her hand down slowly, coating him in his own fluids. She watched as she pumped him, mesmerised by how it twitched and squirted, looking for release. She increased her pace, aroused by the slick noises and the visible reaction she got from him.
Luka groaned, trying to thrust into her hand, but her weight on his lap kept him from moving far. Emboldened, Marinette kept going, even when his hand stilled, though he was up to his knuckles in her hot, damp flesh.
Increasing her pace, she watched in fascination as his dick swelled. Luka bucked, but he was still pinned under her. He moaned loudly, the hand on her tit squeezing tight as he clenched his jaw.
‘You’re going to make me cum,’ he gasped.
Immediately, Marinette stopped, and removed his hand from her sex. Bringing her legs in, she swivelled around until she could crouch over him, face to face.
‘That’s the idea,’ she breathed.
Taking hold of his shaft, Marinette parted her wet folds and sank over him until he was completely inside her. Now straddling him, she began to bounce, her tits bobbing with the motion, and her arse meeting his legs noisily.
‘Holy fuck,’ groaned Luka, as he took hold of her thighs.
Marinette changed into a rolling glide, which allowed her to press her breasts into him. His shirt caught on her nipples, and the open fastenings of his pants chafed her inner thighs, but there was something about being almost completely naked while he was fully clothed that she found titillating. She stripped off her shirt, then eased off of him to remove her skirt, before resuming her place riding his cock.
She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing and sweat beading their skins. Luka grunted and thrust upward, meeting her with a thump. She had to grab the back of the couch to keep steady, so before she realised it, he was taking control and pounding into her.
Marinette leaned back, and let him fuck her. Luka gripped her waist, and she tipped even further back, her legs spreading wide on either side of him. Finally, she could brace her hands on the floor, her hips still on his lap, and his dick deep inside her.
Luka’s eyes were dark and hazy as he stared down at her. Slowly, he began thrusting with carefully precise movements, but quickly built up speed. He had to lean back a little to get the angle right, and when he did, the sensations were incredible.
Marinette breathed in short, vocalised gasps while Luka held on to her legs, her knees close to his armpits. He used her legs to keep her in place while also giving him the leverage to thrust.
His cock squelched into her, and the tension building in her groin grew. Her pussy gulped greedily, even as her hips twitched away from him.
‘Fuck, you feel amazing,’ Luka moaned.
Marinette was incapable of answering, instead writhing with him and letting out a debauched groan.
Marinette remained in that position for as long as she could stand it, simply enjoying the feel of hot, throbbing flesh pulsing inside her. When her arms began to tremble, she grabbed the couch cushions and laboriously heaved herself up. Luka watched her efforts through lust hazed eyes, but made no move to pull out.
Scooting back, Marinette slid from his lap and stood up on unsteady legs. Their combined liquids ran out to run down her legs, and puddle on the floor. Luka licked his lips, and reached for her, but Marinette spun in his grasp and leaned forward, presenting her arse, still wet after their fluids had run down her crack.
Luka grabbed his slick shaft with one hand, and spread Marinette's buttock with the other. As she lowered herself, he positioned his cock and entered her rear passage when she sat.
Marinette wailed wantonly as her anus stretched to accommodate his girth, but she managed to take all of him in.
Once she was seated, her hips undulated sinuously, and he writhed with her.
Wrapping one arm over her chest, Luka held her in place while he ground his other hand against her clit, then he fingered her in earnest with two digits slipping in easily. He worked her mercilessly, pounding into her arse, and grinding hard against her clit, until she couldn’t see straight anymore. She bucked and writhed, grabbing at anything she could use to anchor herself, but Luka had her so worked up, she felt like she was levitating.
Marinette’s head fell back to rest against his shoulder, her mouth dropping open. The tension in her groin built rapidly, and hot, tingling sparks flared all over her body.
She felt her orgasm approaching fast.
‘I'm gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,’ she wailed.
Luka increased his pace, with his cock as well as his hand. ‘Cum for me, Marinette. I want to see you cum.’
After another minute of his expert handling, Marinette screamed, the tight coil low in her belly letting go in one glowing moment. She came so hard she squirted around Luka’s fingers, Luka swearing as he watched her unravel into a quivering puddle.
He kept fucking her through her orgasm, but the moment the stream of fluid shot from Marinette's pussy, he came too. She felt his dick expel his essence like a hose; it throbbed as it forced the semen up the length of his shaft, pulsing obscenely inside her arse.
He bucked helplessly through his own finish, then he released Marinette to slump back into the couch.
Marinette collapsed to the floor on her elbows and knees, her arse up and filled with his essence. It ran from her hole in a thick torrent, tickling her oversensitive pussy and running down her belly.
Resting her weight on one elbow, Marinette dipped two fingers into her gaping hole to feel his leavings. From the couch, Luka groaned and stroked his cock as he watched.
‘You could make a man fuck himself dry,’ he told her.
‘You came a lot,’ she panted. ‘There’s so much.’
He could only nod.
Marinette crawled into his lap once more, and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. She removed his shirt, then kissed him again, pressing her breasts into him as she dragged her sodden pussy over his softening dick.
‘Let me know when you’re ready to go again. I can think of at least two other holes you need to fuck me in.’
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