I think you mean "Oh, You're...Vocal". 🤣 Perfectly innocent comments never stay innocent for long 'round here.
I made this observation about how, in smutfic, we always see Luka trying to make Marinette screa/moan/etc. Like it's always "I want to hear you", "sing for me", etc. (It's not at all a critique - I've done it myself - just an observation.) Which lead to me wondering...what if Luka was the moaner? #MakeLukaScream
(Nothing explicit under the cut - T at best. It's barely M territory yet.)
The first time it happened was purely an accident. It was unintentional. Luka had just been having a tough week, and was really stressed out, and he’d been carrying all of that stress in his shoulders – so Marinette had done what any kind, considerate girlfriend with a passing knowledge of massages would do.
She’d offered him a backrub.
And it had been perfectly innocent. Luka was tense, and she’d wanted him to release some of that tension. So she’d laid him down on his bed, crawled up next to him, and began kneading the palms of her hands into his painfully tight shoulders. She hadn’t even had him take his shirt off – there had been no ulterior motive, honestly!
Except…
Maybe two minutes in…
His head had flopped to the side, his cheek resting on the arms bent over his pillow, and…moaned.
She didn’t even think he’d realized he’d done it.
Her hands had stilled against his back all the same, freezing in place as he melted against his mattress. She watched, wide-eyed, as his brow furrowed. He popped open an eye and glanced back at her, frowning.
“Why’d you stop?” he asked. She swallowed thickly and forced a smile, shaking her head as she bit her lip and pressed her hands back into his shoulders.
“N-nothing,” she said, her cheeks warming as he laid his head back down. “Just relax, ok?”
“O…oooooh,” he moaned, pressing his face into his bicep as she continued to work. She nearly slipped, her hands pushing a bit harder then she meant to in her shock – not that he seemed to mind. “God, you’re good at this…”
“Th-thank you,” she squeaked, and once again he was popping open an eye to glance at her, but she just smiled and continued the massage. And he just dropped his head back against his arms, moaning again as she worked out a particularly tense spot, and she was definitely not getting turned on by that, no way, no how, no…
“Oh my God, Marinette, what the hell are you doing to my brother?” Juleka’s disgusted voice came from the door, and Marinette squeaked as she leapt away from Luka and flattened herself against the wall. Luka’s eyes were open again and glaring at his sister, who just glared back from the door. Beside her, Rose was silently squealing into her fists. “Fucking gross. In my own room.”
“My room,” Luka said, as if they didn’t share and that fact needed clarifying. He nodded towards her side. “That half’s yours.”
“I-I-I was just giving him a m-massage!” Marinette rushed out. “B-because he’s so tense!”
“He didn’t sound tense,” Juleka sniffed. She grabbed Rose’s hand and pulled her from the room. “C’mon, Rose. We don’t need to be here for this. Disgusting.”
“Have fun, you two!” Rose called, and Marinette groaned as she dropped back against the wall. She cracked open an eye when she heard Luka snickering, and she glanced down to find he was watching her, his eyes dancing in delight. She could tell he was smiling, even though his mouth was pressed against his bicep to muffle his laughter. She lightly kicked at his side, though that just made him laugh more.
“Hey, darning?” he asked after a long moment, after they were certain the others weren’t coming back. He reached out and curled his fingers around her ankle, rubbing soothing circles along the top of her foot. “Can…can you keep going? I was really enjoying that.”
She swallowed again, the ghosts of his moans echoing in her ears, and mutely nodded. She’d been enjoying it, too…
