Marinette could feel her body quivering slightly—it sometimes happened when she was nervous, but this time it was in a good way. Every sense of hers was alert, focused with an astounding clarity on Luka. His arms were wrapped lovingly around her. She unabashedly breathed his scent in and moved her fingers tips in small circles. She wanted to fully utilized this moment to appreciate everything he had to offer.

And with a nervous thought, she unconsciously pressed her lips eagerly together, and felt the need to put them against his once again. With the current height difference, Marinette had to raise herself to her tippy toes, but only reached his neck. Afraid to interrupt the embrace, she instead gently pressed her lips against the exposed skin, pleasantly warm and a decent fit for her head to rest too.

Luka gave a contented sigh, and she heard the smile in his voice when he said, "There's that boldness."

Suddenly, Luka slid his hands down under her thighs near her under knees and placed her back on the desk. It was quick, but not rough—he held her securely.

With her heart thumping wildly beneath her blouse and a heat glazing over her cheeks, Marinette could feel the excitement growing between her legs. It was that reoccurring desire that she often felt practically throbbing inside her, and more than often took care of when she was alone in the house , or quietly as she should in her showers and baths.

How was it for men, she wondered curiously.

Luka pressed himself close, his sweetly warm body touching her thighs and her lower stomach. Ducking his head down, he tapped his head against hers softly, and brought his slender hands to cup her face and caress her cheeks. They fit cozily.

"Marinette," His voice was low and smooth like the strum of a guitar. She loved how he said her name, it was much better than she remembered and now she craved it even more.

Tenderly did she rub her hands across his sturdy chest, and slid them under his jacket. She took a deep breath as she tilted her head up to brush her lips teasingly, unintentionally so, around his lips.

He felt like a man, like a man who was sweet and kind and desired her like she him.

And it was, because he WAS a man, and she was a girl.

With a bittersweet groan, Luka feverishly brought his hands down from her face to her neck, down to her shoulders where he subtly pulled them apart—slightly—as if he didn't want to, but felt he needed to.

Marinette could easily feel the wrongness of the situation when she wasn't hazed by her passion. He was a teacher, and she his underage student. She had read of such a cliche romance online before.

"Luka I-I. . . Well-I-I just. . ." She gulped hard, causing Luka to chuckle and her give a pout.

He waited patiently, knowing that her shifting bluebell eyes meant she was flustered, but he could tell that she was gaining the courage to make a request.

"P-Please I-uh," Her cheeks practically blossomed pink. "I want you to-to kiss-"

Luka placed a finger on her lips, "No, Marinette. You don't have to ask."

Setting a hand on her mid back and one under her cheek, Luka gave Marinette what she desperately wanted. What they both desperately wanted.

His lips were soft, but still firm, and he happily pressed into her, just barely grazing the pink entrance of her lips with his tongue. Marinette soared with delight! Curling her toes and murmuring a little moan, she couldn't help but grip his back, still underneath his jacket. Her concerns—that weren't really there to begin with—flew off, and perhaps a little too boldly did she cross her knee-sock covered legs around his waist.

The inhibitions were now long gone, they had crossed the forbidden territory and they might as well ride into it.

He leaned into her, making her lie down across the two desks that made a small table. She happily obliged, resting her legs down back into the desks, knees up and switched her arms to go around his neck. He kissed her in the way that she now understood it to be described as 'hungrily'.

She was sure that the kisses could've been looked at as sloppy, she had never kissed another person until him when they first met. And that had been a feather touch, but this was entirely different.

Fast and firm, and once she opened her mouth to slide in her tongue, he kissed her deep. She was beginning to feel lightheaded, yet she felt everything perfectly clear somehow.

She wanted this so bad that she almost cried out in excitement.

He practically climbed on top of her on the desks, kissing her over and over, rubbing her shoulders and her stomach, grazing ever so softly against the curvature of her breasts.

Marinette let her fingers curl into his hair, bucking her hips forward into his. His weight sat a little more on her, but she could never have appreciated it more than then. She moaned his name between the kisses and he purred hers out.

Marinette guided his hands to her legs with new ferocity and motivation. Luka smoothed over them, not taking his lips away from hers. When she raised her knees up higher, her skirt fell down in delicate folds of black, exposing her pink, cotton underwear. His hands caressed her thighs and hips, squeezing gently and allowed his fingertips to graze over the rim of her panties.

Marinette's body was fire, she wanted it to be sated, in her pants for breath and smalls cries of plea, she didn't think that she'd push him farther until she decided that she would.

"P-Please touch me!" She whispered in a shushed tone, "Please!"

Now Luka had always been a good person. He knew that what they were doing was wrong—definitely punishable by the law. She was 16! He thought he felt dirty before—but the beautiful eyes of Marinette begging him to touch her and her sweet lips that tasted like strawberries in his mouth was too much.

He decided then that he was a terrible, ugly person.

"Marinette!"

"Please!" She cried. Her little fingers harshly untied the sailor's bow of her uniform, causing it to spread open and give generous hints of her porcelain breasts.

He instantly tore off his coat, and kissed her. He pressed two fingers against the lips of her pussy from over her panties, and was somehow surprised to find them incredulously wet—soaked even. He rubbed her up and down slowly, paying good attention to watch her reaction.

Her eyes widened then shut, she let out a moan and titled her head back. She clung to his shoulders, looking so perverted yet sincere in the dim, rainy light from the windows.

Swiftly, his fingers went from over her panties to under, which sparked even more pleasure for her. Luka had never been with a girl who was this wet, and he was ashamed that it turned him on even further as well.

But despite that, he slip his fingers inside her, in and out in a rhythmic motion—he knew how to play lots of instruments well—a female's body was one of them.

Marinette's hands went from gripping his shoulders to digging her nails into the desks', rocking her hips steadily to his hand. They both found their harmony, and it wasn't long at all before she was shaking with pleasure and moaning so loud that she needed to bit her lip to keep them from escaping.

Luka inserted another finger, playing with her sweet spot and curling them just right—she cried out and flung her head back, her chest upwards near his face and her knees pressed hard into his legs. Then collapse in her own bliss underneath Luka's body.

He licked his fingers as if he was staring in an adult film, while Marinette panted and rode out the waves that had cascaded her.

Her first orgasm from someone else, and it was unfairly and immensely more enjoyable than when she satisfied herself.

There on two desks in a high school, shadowed in by the clouds from outside, Luka held Marinette, and they knew one thing for certain.

They didn't want this to be an end.

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