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Steamy and Sultry One-shots	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 25770 -:- 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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Lila loved clubbing – the thumping music, the tightly packed bodies, the scent of sweat and alcohol. It was a form of escape, to lose herself while she danced, amid the hot press of gyrating flesh. More often than not, she attended the night scene alone, after alienating herself from just about everyone she knew. They called her a pathological liar, an attention seeker, and worse. But she had long-since ceased to care; all that mattered was her own hedonistic lifestyle of booze, dancing, and one-night stands.
She downed the last of her drink, then waded into the masses on the dance floor. The strobe lights made her fuzzy mind feel surreal, detached from reality. She whooped, raising her arms above her head, and swaying her hips as much as the densely packed crowd would allow.
Bodies pressed in from all angles, hands finding her soft flesh, whether by accident or design, Lila arching into every instance of contact. The crowd grew, the people in the back cramming those in front closer together.
Lila found herself wedged between one guy’s back, and another’s front. The man in front of her looked over his shoulder, grinning when he noticed her breasts squashed against him. She winked up at him, smiling coquettishly. He turned back to the front when someone knocked him aside.
The man behind her staggered forward, shoved by the crowd. He grasped her hips, using the movement to pull her against him, her rear pressing into his groin. Lila rolled her hips, the mysterious man’s hands tightening. She glanced over her shoulder, and was surprised to realise she recognised him. He was Luka Couffaine, elder brother to one of her former classmates.
Her eyes widened when she noticed he’d recognised her as well. But instead of pulling away like she expected, he continued to hold her close. She arched her back experimentally, and was surprised when he ground against her arse. Feeling bold, she looped her arms backward around his neck, while he moved his hands forward to rest scandalously low on her belly.
They moved together, grinding more than dancing, as Luka’s hands crept higher. He placed his leg between hers, pressing firmly against her pussy, and giving her something more substantial to rub against.
She felt herself growing wet. It had been over a week since she’d last gotten laid, and she was eager for more.
Luka reached her breasts, kneading them shamelessly, while he pressed his face into her neck. He sucked on her skin hard enough to leave a mark, while she tugged on his hair. Still kissing and licking her skin, Luka dragged one hand down her body to hook the hem of her skirt. Reaching beneath it, he caressed her thigh as his hand inched back up until he found her pussy. She heard him moan, the sound vibrating down his chest, and through her back.
His fingers snaked inside her flimsy panties, to stroke her damp folds. She sighed, letting her head fall back against his shoulder.
Skilled fingers massaged her aching clit, before dipping deeper to find her opening. He traced the entrance, but went no deeper, instead adjusting his grip to rub his palm against her wanting sex. It was frustrating, but common sense dictated anything involving penetration should not be done amidst a jostling crowd on a dancefloor, particularly if he hadn’t trimmed his fingernails.
Lila forced herself to be satisfied with being caught between his leg and his hands. He did feel nice, even the hand openly groping her breast seemed skilful.
Biting her lip, Lila relaxed her hold, to lower one hand to his crotch. She rubbed the growing bulge firmly, then slid her hand under his waistband. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she was pleased to note its size, before she awkwardly began to pump the shaft.
She felt his appreciative groan more than heard it. It rumbled up his chest, exciting her into a delighted wiggle.
Suddenly, he had removed his hands, and was tugging hers away from his person. She spun on him, prepared to launch into an offended tirade, when he grabbed her wrist, and dragged her toward the back of the club.
They exited through a discreet door, and into a dingy corridor, walled in undecorated brick. The weak bulbs offered little illumination, but Luka led her unerringly to another door, and up a flight of stairs. The room he led her into was sparsely decorated, unless she counted the trash littering the floor, and the graffiti on the walls. It smelled musty, and the fold out couch bed was spotted with unidentifiable stains.
What appealed to Lila, though, was the large windows overlooking the club right next to the filthy bed. The glass was tinted and thick, blocking out a good deal of the noise, while preventing the attendees from seeing what was occurring above them
Luka closed the door, and flipped a simple bolt, before turning back to her. In two strides, he was standing in front of her, pulling his shirt off. Lila admired his bare chest, trailing her fingers up his skin, so she could drape her arms around his neck. He placed his hands on the small of her back, drawing her in. She pressed her breasts against him, grinning up at him as she ran her tongue over her teeth.
‘Now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?’ she asked, her voice low.
Luka arched an eyebrow, smirking back at her. Quickly, he grabbed her arse, and lifted her up long enough to carry her to the filthy bed and dropped her on it.
‘I plan on fucking you,’ he answered.
‘Good answer.’
She spread her legs wide, her sodden panties concealing nothing. Luka hummed so low it was more like a growl. He reached for her, but rather than slide her underwear down, he simply ripped them, tossing them aside once they were free.
Lila gasped, then grinned. She liked an assertive partner. Rather than wait for him, she removed her own shirt, then sat up to unfasten his jeans. Tugging them down, she saw he wore no undergarment. Glad she wouldn’t have to waste time, she grasped his cock, and guided it into her mouth.
He stroked her hair as she worked him, murmuring appreciatively when she took him in completely. She’d had many years of practice and experience deepthroating guys, and always got a thrill out of their reactions.
She applied suction as she drew back, her cheeks hollowing out. Reaching the tip, she swirled her tongue around, then licked a broad swipe down the length of him, and up again. Taking him back in, she winked up at him.
Luka hummed, his hand moving from stroking her hair, to gripping it and guiding her. She relaxed, and let him steer, curving her tongue around his shaft and sucking lightly.
When she felt him twitch, she let him go with a slurp, her saliva running like a fragile rope from her lip to his flesh.
As he watched, she shuffled back, spreading her legs once again.
‘Do you like to watch?’ she asked, as she touched herself.
‘Sometimes, but I prefer to participate.’ Luka crawled towards her, his eyes predatory. ‘Turn around.’
With a smirk, she got to her hands and knees, to present her rear. Luka sat her in his lap, and unfastened her bra, tossing it over his shoulder once it was free. He groped her breasts while they watched the gyrating crowd below, his cock nestled between her arse cheeks.
She rocked her hips, keeping him hard, and enjoying the feel of him. He was hot and stiff, his shaft twitching spasmodically.
Luka’s hand wandered back to her pussy, rubbing firm circles on her tender clit. She opened her legs wide, stilling so he could easily insert two fingers. He pumped them lazily, then with increasing speed, slick noises soon joining their heavy breathing.
‘You’re so fucking wet,’ he huffed in her ear. Rather then wait for an answer, he resumed sucking and licking her skin, his need evident.
A hot tension built inside her. Every time his hand passed over her clit, a jolt of desire shot through her pelvis, making her shudder. She tipped her head back and groaned, loud and debauched.
Luka paused. ‘Fuck.’
Determined to do just that, Lila extracted herself from his hold.
‘Exactly. I’m tired of waiting.’
She shoved him onto his back, and was preparing to mount him, when he held up a hand. She frowned as he turned around, his head at the top of the bed, the large windows to their immediate left. As she straddled him, she realised she could watch the crowd below while she rode him. She smiled, pleased with his idea.
As Luka watched, Lila coated her hands in her own juices, rubbing her palms sensually over her pussy, before grasping his shaft. She coated him liberally, then proceeded to jerk him off. Luka’s head fell back as he collapsed against the single pillow, a loud moan escaping his slack lips.
Precum dribbled down, coating her hands, and adding lubrication. Lila licked her lips, raised her hips, then eased herself over him.
He slid in without resistance, the tip stroking her sensitive inner spot. She groaned, pausing for a moment to savour the feeling of hot, throbbing flesh buried deep inside her. Slowly, she began to ride him, picking up speed as she found her rhythm. She opened her eyes to watch his face, to notice him staring at her bouncing breasts. Lila believed her tits were one of her greatest assets, and was pleased he appreciated them, too.
‘Touch me,’ she panted.
Luka released her thighs to cup her breasts, holding them as she moved. He squeezed the ample flesh, pinching her nipples, and running his hands up and down her skin. Lila arced into his touch, feeling sensuous and wicked. The heat in her loins was growing, his cock hitting her g-spot exactly how she liked. This was the primary reason she liked to be on top. By and large, men couldn’t be trusted to do it right, often needing guidance if they insisted on being in charge.
Luka adjusted his grip, one hand sliding down her belly to stroke her clit. Lila altered her thrusts accordingly, shifting to an undulating glide which dragged her arse over his thighs and pelvis.
The heat in her pussy grew to uncomfortable levels quickly. Her hips began to spasm as he touched her overstimulated sex. Tension coiled tight in her groin, she felt her climax approaching fast.
Then, she was overcome by another sensation. ‘I need to pee.’
‘What?’
‘Where’s the restroom? I need to pee.’
She slowed to a halt, her orgasm frustratingly close, only to be thwarted by too much alcohol and bodily functions.
With a grunt, Luka thrust upward to encourage her to keep going. But Lila shook her head, looking around for a bathroom.
‘Don’t stop.’ Luka looked up at her with lust darkened eyes, his hands resuming what they had been doing.
When Lila hesitated, he thrust up again, with a heady moan.
‘Piss on me.’
‘What?’
‘Piss on me while you fuck me,’ he commanded.
That was one of only a few things Lila had never done before. She had been called a whore and a slut since she was eighteen, but she had never been unsanitary about it. However, urine was sterile, and she couldn’t deny that now Luka had mentioned it, she was curious.
She resumed rocking against him, rebuilding the hot tension quickly. Luka increased the speed and pressure on her clit, sliding the fingers of his other hand into her mouth. She sucked, licking his fingers obediently, feeling her orgasm approaching.
Her flesh met his with a wet slap, her pussy making obscene squelching noises. Their combined fluids trickled out of her to run down his dick, and over his balls, to drip on the soiled bedding. The springs protested loudly as she picked up speed, screaming in time with her thrusts.
Luka clenched his jaw, the veins in his neck standing out. She felt him quiver inside her, his own end coming up fast.
Just then, the sensations became too much. Lila threw her head back and screamed, forcing her muscles to let go. Urine squirted out, hot and fast, just as Luka came. She sprayed over his belly, and soaked the bedding, a torrent of liquid projected from her body.
The combined satisfaction of an orgasm and bladder relief had Lila sitting bolt upright, Luka’s dick still deep inside her, as she enjoyed the rush. Still peeing, she rode out her orgasm, watching her water splash Luka’s face, and run over his skin.
Luka eased up onto his elbows, soaked from head to hip with a mixture of fluids. Lila thought he looked hot, still caught in a post coital fog, and drenched in their moisture. Pee and sweat ran down his chest, leaving him looking filthily debauched.
Lila eased off of him on unsteady legs, before crawling up his body to collapse over him. He lay back down with an oof, his hands running lazily up her back.
Reaching up, she pulled him into a heated, sloppy kiss. She could still feel his leavings trickling out of her, tickling her overwrought nerves. She wriggled, looking to ease the sensation, but failed.
Luka pulled away, still panting heavily. ‘That was so fucking hot.’
Grinning wickedly, Lila trailed her fingers over his softened cock.
‘Maybe we should do this again some time.’
He arched an eyebrow, smirking back at her. ‘I think we should. Meet back here tomorrow night?’
She hummed an affirmative, then rested her head on his chest, ignoring the wetness still clinging to him.
After they had rested, Lila sat up to straddle him once more. Luka raised an eyebrow, then moaned as she pissed over his cock.
Once she was sure she had no more, Lila pulled on her top, skirt, and shoes, neglecting to find her missing underwear, and walked out the door, aware Luka was watching her the whole time.
As she left the club, she fondled her own breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the fine fabric. Men stared, fuelling her need for another conquest. But not tonight. She was spent and needed a shower. Besides, those other men weren’t Luka.
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