A/N: Hello everyone, it's been a while. But no time for formalities- it's smut time.
All characters are consenting adults- 18+
Trigger Warning: Drinking, Degradation, Exhibitionism, Mild CNC
All characters and song lyrics belong to their respective owners.
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It's hard to contain one's composure whilst under the influence of heavy alcohol, throbbing bass music, and fatigue of the atmosphere. Even more so when the subliminal scent of hormones and arousal intoxicates the air of a college party.
But for two teens who had yet to succumb to the mind-muddling effects of peer pressure and alcohol, composure was easy to uphold for the time being.
In the dining area of the houseboat, Marinette distanced herself from the noise and chaos of the party and busied herself cleaning up messes made by her classmates in an attempt to lessen the amount of cleanup that would happen after. Along with her was Luka, who decided to accept this chance of a head start at cleaning the mess while he had help.
He couldn't help but sneak stares at her. She wore a solid knot black halter top mini dress that hugged her petite figure. Along with being extremely short, the dress was backless, and ended with a V at the small of her back. No doubt she made it herself as the gold stitching that glinted her name was placed beneath the V. She was a sight.
Yet, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty that Marinette wasn't out enjoying the party with her friends. He suspected something had to be on her mind to draw her away from peers who she knew better than him. His curiosity got the better of him and he attempted to start a conversation.
"I appreciate the help Marinette, but are you sure you wouldn't rather be out on the deck with Alya and your friends? I really don't mind cleaning by myself- it is my boat after all," he started, sliding the mess that occupied the table into the trash can he had dragged around the kitchen.
She paused for a minute. Once to listen, twice to think, as if she was pushing away a thought. She shook her head a bit, a few pieces of her hair falling out of the messy bun she had done while she cleaned up. Brushing them away she smiled almost sadly before answering, "Oh! I just needed a break from the dancing. I'm more than happy to help!" With that, the small smile faded into a sigh as she finished organizing the counter and placing the last pile of plates and cups into the trash, before making her way to the living room.
Luka hurried to toss the remainder of mess into his own trash can before following her out the kitchen. He found her leaning against the window, garbage bag in hand, staring longingly to the party on deck. He slowly approached her, ready to tell her to go have fun, before he followed her gaze and found the reason for her aloof, sulkish behavior.
At the far corner of the crowd was a tall, blonde model, obviously intoxicated, grabbing and grinding against a slim, short-haired foreigner who he had brought to the party to accompany him. Everyone knew all too well of Marinette's long-time crush on the model, and her disappointment to find that after years of him never once mentioning a crush, he suddenly was head-over-heels for this stranger. Since they had been together, it was impossible to drag the male, Adrien, away from her like everyone used to. Yet, on a whim, he had been invited to the boat party, and to everyone's shock and pleasure, he showed, girlfriend in tow, much to Marinette's dismay and disappointment. Yet, she had kept a smiling face 'til now.
"I know I shouldn't feel bad," she spoke, defeat in her voice, "I never brought myself to tell him. And now I'm paying the price."
Luka gently brought his hand to her shoulder.
She tensed, placing her hand over his, gently but firmly gripping him, she spoke, "But there's something about jealousy. It burns me watching them. I wanted that."
Her words blew the sound structure of cards that was his composure away like a hurricane. This was very uncharacteristic of the sweet girl he knew. Her voice in those sentences burned of jealousy and lust.
She broke her stare to pick up an opened bottle of alcohol and started to place it in the bag, but she stopped herself, and in a shock to Luka, she began to drink from the bottle.
"Marinette! Don't!" He attempted to tilt the end of the bottle down to stop her from downing the contents too fast, but she pulled the bottle away and pressed two fingers against his lips, dropping the bag and stopping him in his tracks.
She grimaced as the burn coursed down her throat, quickly composing her expression to speak, "Don't you remember how it felt? All those years ago when I did the same to you?"
Luka's expression dropped, gently lowering her hand.
She made a face at him that said 'you need this just as much as I do', and placed the bottle in his hand. He took it, looking up at her, and back to the bottle, before downing the other half, clearing his throat at the sting.
He tossed the bottle in the bag, looking out at the crowd, and back to Marinette who had begun to grow restless staring back out the window. She tapped her crossed over foot and bit at her bottom lip in envy. Her words had stung, but some part of him took comfort knowing she still acknowledged his feelings for her. Since she had rejected his feelings for her, he had refrained from any attempt at bringing them up again, as he promised to wait until she wanted him. He waited years, and tonight, he started to think that that possibility of her accepting him might happen.
"Jealousy, Jealousy," she whispered under her breath. "It drives you crazy. It festers and spreads 'til there's nothing left but insanity," she began to fidget in her spot, "I could only imagine how I made you feel. My apologies. Trust me, if I could go back I would've changed. Now I know there's no building up my confidence to talk to him without stuttering, or that he's too washed away in his own head to notice me... It sounds selfish, I know. It is. But that's life, isn't it?"
Suddenly, she turned towards him, and in one quick movement, she was on her tiptoes, tugging his head down to her height, pressing her lips against his- the taste and smell of alcohol filling the spaces between them. Her movement caught him off balance, allowing him to press her against the wall beside the window, where he caught himself- one hand keeping him from placing his full weight on her slammed above her head into the wall. She pulled away and wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes staring into his, burning with desire. She was not herself at all, yet her words echoed with the strength he always knew her to hide.
"Let's burn tonight- Let's never feel this way again," she placed a hand on his face, gently caressing and comforting the confusion settled in Luka's head.
"Marinette, are you su-" she cut him off.
"I trust you. I always have. We can make each other feel better; leave this rut we've been in," she pressed her lips back against him, slowly allowing the kiss to deepen, before she began to nip at his bottom lip, earning a lustful groan from Luka, before he placed a hand around her neck, gently pushing her back.
He inched closer to her, pressing against her and tilting her chin up, "Are you sure this is what you want? This isn't revenge or your way of drowning out your feelings?" He brushed away a few pieces of her hair that had fallen out of the bun, "Because my feelings for you haven't changed. I only want this if you want it for the same reason I do."
She leaned into his touch, staring into his eyes. She had spent the entirety of tonight watching Adrien groping and making out with this other girl, away from the eyes of paparazzi strangers. Out there they were the dream couple that every magazine had plastered on the front cover. There was no denying the feelings they had for each other. And here, being so comfortable to slip out of his "good boy" persona in front of his friends only confirmed her deepest fear- the boy she had blindly loved was not in love with her. Yet, now, here in her arms and here in his, was a friendship that had survived a failed attempt at love. Her heart was not in the right place then, but now, her heart- while wounded- was free from the chains she had forged to Adrien and her hopeless crush. Now, she was free to try again with Luka- the right way. No ties to blur her decisions.
"Marinette?" He gently spoke.
"I-" she began, knowing if she didn't say it now, she would place herself in the same position she did before with the blonde. So once again, she spoke, "I want to try us again."
Luka smiled, releasing tension throughout his body. The music on the deck changed from a fast tempo to a slower, more intense beat that could be felt through the entire boathouse. The lights dimmed, leaving purple and blue party lights flashing in and out of the room. He took that as a sign to continue the contact between himself and the small bluenette in front of him.
Be careful making wishes in the dark
He swiftly grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled her up to his height, pinning her with his hips and keeping a grip on her legs.
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he began to kiss and nip at her neck, grinding against her as his fingertips dug into her thighs.
And besides in the mean meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
The words faded as Luka rutted against her, making her rub against the wall. She dug her nails into his shirt and tugged at his hair, letting out soft moans as he left marks against her skin.
"Luka... let's move this into another room... please," she ushered out the words, wanting to go further, eagerly anticipating being alone, away from where prying eyes could spy on them.
With a groan and a small heft, he lifted her off the wall and carried her to his room illuminated only by led lights, shutting the door with his leg.
He sat her on the edge of his bed, leaning down slightly to kiss her, he placed hand against her throat, gently pressing at the sides, causing her to moan into his kiss. With his free hand, he reached behind her neck to undo the bow that held the top of the dress up. A tug of one end and another small tug at the collar, the front of the dress fell, revealing her fair-skinned breasts- her nipples covered by black star stickers that matched the dress.
His gaze outlined her, memorizing each detail, softly tracing his fingers down her neck to her chest, where he pushed her onto her back, spreading her legs to come as close to her as he could. He leaned down to kiss her, groping her waist with one hand, and her breast with the other as he began to grind on her.
Marinette ran her fingers through his hair and dragged her nails across the skin between his shoulder blades under his shirt, whimpering softly into him as he began to touch her.
His grinding began to push the bit of her dress left up above her waist, restricting his grip on her side. With a sigh, he pulled away to tug the dress off and down her legs revealing a small black thong with small words in gold writing: lucky you. His composure began to slip with the sight of her like this on his bed, completely allowing his actions on her. He began to undress himself- tossing his shirt aside, and hastily unzipping his jeans, letting them drop to the floor leaving his skin-tight boxers with a very prominent bulge reflecting his arousal. Marinette sat up, staring at the male before her.
He was slim, fit, but not so much muscular as he was toned. He saw her gaze drift down and stay at his bulge, and he began to stroke himself through the fabric, staring at her figure. He watched her bite her lip and squirm, pressing her legs together.
Watching the anticipation on her face sent him, and even more so when he tugged the fabric down, allowing his member to fall and protrude freely while her face reflected the shock and awe from his size. He approached her, laying his member atop her stomach, pressed close against her between her legs. The tip of his length reached the top of her navel, earning a gasp from Marinette as she stared, propped up on her elbows in order to see.
"Luka... Not to kill the moment but.. I've never.. I mean..." She scrambled to find words, "this is my first... um, you know..."
"Hey, hey, hey, shh. It's okay," he placed a hand on her chin, "I'll be gentle, I promise," he said as he softly rubbed her through the fabric with his middle fingers, pushing the fabric aside and allowing them to slip in. "But after this first round, there's no promise I'll stay gentle," he leaned down to catch her moans in a kiss, being sure to slow down and allow her to relax.
She bit his lip as he pumped his fingers into her, dragging her nails down his back, drowning her noises in his mouth. She tensed around the digits, which made him grin into her lips as he added another, causing her to arch her back and press against him. He took this chance to drag his free hand down her exposed back, leaving red streaks that stopped between the dimples at the edge of her lower spine. She pulled away from his kiss, letting out a loud groan and gripping into the skin on his back. He winced and began to curl his fingers inside her as he sped up the pace, keeping a hand on her back to press her against him.
She began to tug on his hair while her bun came undone with her squirming and writhing under him. As her hair fell, he pulled his fingers out, covered in her warmth and began to stroke himself, laying her back down. With his free hand, he tugged off the thong, letting it fall off her ankles and aligning himself between her thighs.
He rubbed his tip over her entrance, coating himself in her slick warmth as he pulled her legs up by his waist as to climb up on the bed. His shaft adjusted and began grinding against her entrance- the feeling of long strokes foreshadowing what was to come. Luka noticed Marinette's nervousness and her tight grip on the covers. He took her right hand with his left and pinned it beside her head, intertwining their fingers as he looked into her eyes and balanced himself with his free hand.
"Let me know if we need to stop, okay?" He slowed down his rocking to let her relax.
Taking a deep breath, she smiled a small smile, releasing her grip on the covers slightly, "Okay. I trust you."
He leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead, "Ready?" He waited for her nod, before adjusting his angle, and with a slip, he pressed inside of her.
She squeezed his hand, silencing her whimpering with her other hand as her legs squirmed.
Luka let out an audible moan followed by soft cursing, "Fuck that's tight..." he took his right hand and gripped her thigh, spreading her legs further apart.
She moaned as he began to press deeper, feeling his girth stretch her walls as painstakingly slow as possible. He let her adjust to his size by pressing in, pulling out, and pressing in a little more each time. She gripped the sheets, uncovering her mouth and allowing her to moan and whine freely while he pressed his final few inches into her. He gripped her thigh close to him and pressed against her, prodding her back wall, causing Marinette to cry out from the sensation of being stretched further.
"Fuck! Lukaa~" He stopped, leaning down to kiss her and finally allowing her a break. He struggled to keep his composure- tiny droplets of sweat beaded atop his eyebrows, coating his bangs that hung across his forehead. His shoulders and forearms tensed, preventing him from making quick, sudden movements. He deepened his breaths to keep calm- he had no intention of hurting her maliciously, but any instinct hidden beneath his gilded composure would surely slip if his focus shifted for even a second. He allowed this time to be spent covering her neck and collar in bruises and small love bites- they were on display for everyone to see. She would not be walking away from this party without the eyes of the guests observing her, now knowing any tie or claim to Adrien Agreste she had was gone now.
Cautiously, he removed his hand from hers, and started to pull back, listening to her whines of protest and ecstasy. He pulled out, grabbing a pillow from the edge of the bed and sliding it under her hips, allowing each a more comfortable position. He realigned himself between her legs, gripping both thighs this time. He met Marinette's gaze, a more confident look on her slightly flustered face as she nodded at him. And with another press, he slipped back into her, allowing her to moan more enjoyably this time.
The music in the background changed its pace once more, a more vivid intensity, and the reverb flowed between them.
You think, that you'll die without him
You know, that's a lie that you tell yourself
He matched the half tempo with his strokes- pressing into her on the down beats of the song, and pulling away with the up beats. His eyes burned stars into her figure, taking in each movement earned from his thrusts. Her breasts bobbed back and forth with their movements- the glitter from the stars that covered her nipples glinted in the purple/blue haze of the lighting in the room. Her grip on the covers had released, and she was squirming under him. The sheen on her glossy lips highlighted the ecstasy on her face. It took everything in him not to tear her apart right now.
You fear, that you'll lay alone forever now
It ain't true, ain't true, ain't true, no
Marinette could barely take it. She was in a state of complete bliss. The pain had subsided and all she could feel was the buzzing of him stretching her each time he pressed into her. She wanted more, and would kill to have it. In a moment of bravery, she managed out the words:
"Luka~ why are you being... so gentle with me?"
He slowed to a stop.
So put your arms around me tonight,
Let the music lift you up
Like you've never been so high
"I- never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckled admittedly, "but you have no idea how hard it is for me to not to turn you over and ram into you. You're so fucking hot," he shivered, adjusting his grip on her, "But I promised to be gentle."
Open up your heart to me
Let the music lift you up
Like you've never been this free
"I think I'm ready," she stated confidently. "You don't have to hold back."
'Til you feel the sunrise
Let the music warm your body
Like the heat of a thousand fires
Luka nodded, and leaned down to kiss her, tugging her lip slightly.
The heat of a thousand fires
"Do think about what you want me to do with you. Carefully, now. I've been pent up, watching you ogle at him for so long, all I want to do is fuck it into that pretty little face of yours how badly I want to claim you as mine. I told you I only want to do this for the right reasons, and that's why I'm holding back. If I let go, I would only be thinking of revenge and all the Jealousy you burned into me these years, but fuck how badly I want to- so badly it burns me" He pressed a hand to her throat, "Would you still want me even after I've etched those words and hate into you, Marinette? After I acted upon impulse?"
Her face turned a deep red, flustered and infinitely more aroused at this side of Luka, seeping out from the edges of his angelic cover-up. She trusted him. Hell, he kept his word, and to her he had proven himself. Maybe it was the slight drowsiness of a quick downing of alcohol, the adrenaline of the moment, or maybe she truly was ready for him to do this to her, but pondering for barely a few moments, she pressed up against his grip on her neck and as composed as she could, stated, "I want all of you. As you are. Jealous or not, you claim you love me, and I'll take it like that."
A sneer of a lustful smile creeped across his face, before leaning down and whispering, "I'm going to fucking ruin you."
With a swift move, Marinette was dragged by her hair across the room to Luka's desk. He tossed the music theory books to the floor and slammed her face-down onto the desk. He held her wrists in one hand, gripped her waist with the other, and positioned himself between her legs once more, pressing his tip in, only to slam himself completely into her. A loud cry of ecstasy escaped her lips, and she tugged her arms against his grip. Before she could even catch her breath, Luka began slamming into her relentlessly, moving her hips with his, and pressing bruises into her skin with his fingertips. The feeling of her walls tightening around him mixed with her hot, wet center came close to sending him to the edge. But he intended to ruin her, and this was only the beginning.
Realization setting in that they were still at a party, Marinette became frantic. She began stifling her cries and moans, burning to escape. It was the heat of the moment that made her act so foolishly not realizing she wouldn't be able to contain her noises as she was barely adjusted to Luka's size.
"Luka! What if- Someone- Hears- Us?" she managed out with each thrust.
He stopped for a moment to let her arms go, only to exchange it for a tight grip on her hair and a hand around her throat.
"I could give a shit less if someone hears," he tugged her hair, "But if you do, I suggest you pipe down for I have no intention of stopping."
Her small figure in his hands could barely begin to resist him. She loved the words that came out his mouth, and loved even more so the fear of getting caught. What would they say? Paris's sweetheart and most innocent caught with someone other than Adrien Agreste? The one everyone thought she'd end up with?
Jealousy. Her cheeks burned with the image from earlier. The tall blonde with that girl. Jealousy. Touching her how she longed him to touch her. Carefree with the one she'd loved and yearned for since the day they met. Jealousy, Jealousy. Living how she longed to live. Then came flashes of all her failed attempts at confessions, all her competition who seemed well-matched for the model, and the day she found out Adrien Agreste, Paris's most wanted heartthrob was now off-limits. It seemed her whole purpose in chasing was gone.
But that's to her benefit now, isn't it? Let them know she never needed him. Let them hear how fast she was over him. That she was done suffering from that one-sided "love". Let them see how she is without him.
And just like that, it was as if all of her innocent persona had been wiped from existence. Begging, cursing, and screams of all obscenities reverberated throughout the entire room, somehow escaping into the party area.
Unbeknownst to them, the noise and clattering had caused quite the crowd to form outside the bedroom door. Prying ears and curious minds began to scan the crowd to possibly figure out who had gone missing from the party. Who may be sneaking behind the door. The ruckus and fast-moving crowd had even caught the attention of a certain blonde model who had spent most of the night displaying quite a show.
Her eyelids were like curtains- hanging low over her eyes, revealing the ecstasy she found herself in now. Her mouth agape, saliva slowly trickling down her chin, tongue amplifying the process by hanging halfway atop her lip. Each thrust dug her ribcage deeper into the desk corner- there'd be a bruise there in the morning- and allowed whorish sounds of pleasure to escape her lips. Her hands free, she propped herself up, steepening the angle on which he thrusted into her. This allowed him to reach and hit a sweet spot within her, earning a scream.
"LUKA!" she cried out, suddenly aware of the shadows that hovered around the light at the bottom of the bedroom door.
Luka, in his fantasy-induced forcefulness, had noticed too, and it shifted him into next gear. Every move he made now was ruthless, intentionally done to cause Marinette to scream and cry out at the end of every thrust, slap, and tug of her hair. He felt her tightening around him, and as the resistance built up, he felt himself nearing the edge as well. He let his grip on her hair and throat go, grabbing her hips and slamming into her.
"FUCK! Marinette- Come on... Cum for me," he managed to say, his voice calm, completely different than that of his actions at the moment, "Come on, pretty girl, cum for me, won't you?" He finished that statement with a reach of his hand under her, rubbing the soft bead above her entrance.
At the sensation of his new movements, Marinette arched her back up towards him, shivering and tensing up once more. She felt pressure and heat build up inside herself, begging to give.
Just a little more... Almost... A-Almost...
She cried out, shaking and clawing at the edge of the desk as the bubble of tension burst, flooding her senses with a tingling, burning wave of pleasure. She called out his name, not caring who heard or what they would say. Completely, blissfully, all his.
FUCK!
The heat of her release set off Luka's- he frantically grabbed at her hips, shoving himself deep inside of her, allowing himself to release inside her, prodding and short bursting thrusts within her to prolong the experience. As he pulled away, the warm liquid seeped out of Marinette's entrance to drip down her thighs as she lay half-collapsed atop the desk.
The sudden silence flooded the room, revealing chatter and shuffling against the bedroom door. Both of them still dazed and in the cooldown of their escapade let out heavy breathing, turning to face one another.
Luka pressed his body against Marinette's, slowly lifting her up to return her to the bed. As he sat her down on the edge, she winced, pressing a hand against her lower stomach.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked as he kneel down to place soft kisses on her skin, trailing up to her neck, and lips, peppering every inch with butterfly kisses.
Marinette smiled into his last kiss upon her lips, assuring him that she was okay.
Luka carefully picked up her dress, turning it the right way and handing it back to her, "We wouldn't want to keep the rest of the party waiting. Unless you'd prefer them to continue spying?"
A small smile appeared on her face at that statement. She never knew she could love being part of a display of such nature, and it made her shudder with excitement to think of the faces of the party guests she would face as she walked out the door- hair a mess, dress loosely fit, neck covered in bruises... But the one face she would search for... she longed to see the Jealousy, Jealousy burn in his face.
A/N: Alright well there's my go at official smut. I worked too long on this and it still feels incomplete. I may update it later.
Anyway for those fo you who stick around and remember me- A shit ton of stuff happened but not to worry, I'm back for the occasional oneshot possibly.
For any clarification in this story, one must assume Ladybug and Chat Noir do not exist nor any mention of Miraculous, Kwami, etc.; It can be assumed the girl Adrien is with is some foreigner/model/OC/non-canon character/canon character/etc, it is up to the reader. This takes place when all characters are consenting adults. It's mainly fantasy, any relation to character or event living or dead is coincidentaly etc.
So yeah.
Hope you enjoyed, maybe comment, follow, idk, I'm good.
-RAS