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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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Her Royal Highness, Princess Chloé Bourgeois, first of her name, and heir apparent to King André and Queen Audrey, was bored. It was the night of her twenty-first birthday, and her parents had thrown her a grand ball, complete with eligible bachelors and a new ballgown, yet she was still dissatisfied. She had nothing to be unhappy with; her gown was of the finest yellow silk, with the softest black lace embroidered over the top, the off the shoulder cut the very latest in Parisian fashion. Her dainty shoes, though hidden under her full skirt and many petticoats, were luxuriously soft, so her feet didn’t ache. Her hair and face were done up to the height of fashionable decadence, and strings of pearls hung from her neck.
There were caterers making sure no one went hungry, and servers pouring wine, while musicians plucked and sang tunes to the delight of their audience. Truly, no one could criticise the royal family for the turn out.
However, Chloé had grown tired of the scene quickly. She had been caught by several ministers and dragged into tedious conversations, or trapped by would-be lovers looking to gain personal favour and status by currying her favour.
After she had disentangled herself from her last dance partner, Chloé had excused herself and ducked into one of the many servants’ entrances. Once she was safely hidden, she ascended a hidden staircase, and emerged in a sparsely populated hallway. As stealthily as possible, she opened a door and found herself in a viewer’s box overlooking the grand ballroom. Concealed in the shadows granted by the heavy curtains, Chloé braced her hands against the stone railing, and took a deep breath, her bosom straining against her low-cut bodice.
‘I hope they didn’t expect me to find a husband tonight,’ she muttered.
It was a poorly kept secret that Chloé had taken lovers in the past. From stable boys to noblemen’s sons, she’d slept with a vast array of men, but never with the intention of a serious relationship. She was looking to scratch an itch, and was up front with all her paramours about that, try as they might to get her to change her mind. Because of this, her perception of men had grown cynical and jaded, though that did nothing to curb her appetites.
She sighed enviously when she saw the court artist try to woo the castle seamstress. The girl had risen to fame and prosperity after she made Chloé’s last birthday gown, and was now almost a noble in her own right. But the artist had been in love with her since they were children, and had never stopped. Though she was way beyond his reach, and he was now far below her in status, he still loved her.
‘Why can’t I find a love like that?’ Chloé whined.
‘Probably because of all those walls you put up,’ interrupted a masculine voice.
She gasped and spun around, only to see it was the nation’s champion athlete, Kim. While he had brought some prestige to her country with his prowess on the sports field, Chloé failed to see why that was a big deal. He was no war hero, nobleman, or a scholar. He just ran around getting sweaty all day in pursuit of a scrap of pigskin.
‘You presume to know me, Sir?’ she challenged.
‘I know of you,’ he returned, with a smirk. ‘The beautiful princess, Chloé Bourgeois. Touchable, yet unattainable; a passionate lover, but indifferent partner. Full of promises of nothing. Did I leave anything out?’
‘You forgot too good for you.’ With a final huff, she turned back to her view of the crowded ballroom.
‘You shouldn’t write people off so quickly,’ he admonished her, though she could hear his smug grin.
‘You want only want one of two things: to become my official lover, or to add me to your list of conquests. I’m afraid to tell you, but the first is impossible, and the second is not that exclusive, so it won’t grant you any special bragging rights. You may as well go home.’
She felt him approach, though she remained where he was, even when he trapped her between his arms to place his hands beside hers on the banister.
‘You aren’t the least bit curious about what I can do for you?’ he whispered huskily.
Kim pressed his nose into the tender skin just below her ear and inhaled. Chloé smothered a gasp, but warm wetness dripped between her legs. She rubbed her legs together to dampen the building arousal, but all she succeeded in doing was wiggle her arse against Kim’s groin.
Taking the inadvertent action as a gesture of consent, Kim slid his hands up her arms as he pressed against her back. Once he reached her shoulders, his hands dipped down her back, and around to the front. Shoving his hands down her bodice, he squeezed her breasts and pressed open-mouthed kisses to her neck.
His handling was a little more forceful that she was used to, but she didn’t dislike it. Curious to see what he would do, and driven by her own libido, Chloé stood still and left him lift her breasts free of her bodice so he could fondle them without restriction.
Below them, the masses remained unaware. They talked, danced, ate, and drank, oblivious to their princess engaging in a lewd act right above them. Chloé found it a little exhilarating.
Kim kissed his way down her neck, and to her shoulder, then he stopped to kneel behind her.
‘What’re you doing?’ she asked, already sounding sluggish as a lust haze settled over her.
‘I'm trying to get under you skirts,’ he replied, as he flipped impatiently through multiple layers of silk and lace.
He located her leg with a triumphant his, then followed it up to her arse, her skirts gathering in the crook of his arm.
‘Oh, Your Highness, how indecent to go without undergarments.’
She heard the amusement in his voice, so she grabbed the top of her skirts to free them of his grip, before flapping them over the top of him. Once the fabric settled, he was completely concealed. Kim got his revenge by grasping her buttocks in both hands, and spreading them to lick up the centre line.
Chloé almost yelped, before she slapped a hand over her mouth. Kim was tonguing her hole with expert enthusiasm, so leaned forward for him. She heard his muffled hum of approval, then he was licking and sucking her lower lips, sliding his tongue between her folds as his hot breath fanned against her skin.
Chloé panted and spread her feet, eager to feel more. Kim’s broad shoulders shoved her legs further apart until she had to rest a knee against him. She gripped the stonework for extra balance, and clenched her jaw to keep from moaning too loud.
Kim’s clever tongue worked her up until she was soaking and quivering above him. Delicious head spread from her clit, to run down her legs and up her body, leaving her pale skin pink and feverish.
Through the layers of fabric, she could hear Kim slurping. He was not being subtle or discreet, so she wondered how the people below didn’t hear him. Then, he inserted his fingers. Chloé bit her lip against a wanton hum, but she couldn’t completely smother her vocalisation. What came out was a low, hoarse moan that Kim seemed to appreciate. He curled his fingers inside her and sucked on her clit in just the right way. Chloé tipped her head back and sighed as her eyes fluttered shut.
Her chest was heaving, her pert nipples dragging against her pearls as Kim ate her out. Chloé quivered as he teased her to dizzying heights, only to leave her wanting as he slid his fingers out, and his tongue away from her sensitive nub. Once she had a moment to cool, he would do it all over again. After a while, moisture ran down her legs, and her hips twitched, but Kim want done with her. Chloé didn’t complain, though. It had been a while since someone had paid such attention to her pussy, if ever.
Kim was working her back up again, when someone stuck their head inside the door. Chloé’s head snapped around to glare at the intruder, but it was only one of the staff members. He didn’t seem to realise what he’d walked in on, either.
‘Oh, Your Highness. Have you seen Duke Agreste around? The Queen would like to speak with him.’
Perversely, Kim decided that was the moment to increase his efforts. He sucked hard on her clit, and stroked her inner walls, while his other hand groped her arse, his fingertips teasing her hole. Chloé’s spine straightened and she bit her tongue against the flood of new sensations, while hoping her pearls hid her breasts well enough in the dim light.
‘I have not,’ she squeaked. ‘I don’t know where he is. Now leave, I have a terrible headache.’
He nodded and left, prudently choosing not to comment on the odd quality of her voice.
It was then Kim burrowed his way out from under her skirts. Keeping his hands on her thighs, and her skirts bunched on his arms, he grinned mischievously up at her.
‘That was some quick thinking.’
Chloé glowered down at him. ‘Shut up and get me off.’
His return smirk was wicked. ‘As you wish, Your Highness.’
As he got to his feet, he kept Chloé’s skirt rucked up around her hips, then pressed into her back once more. She felt his erection, and pushed her arse against him, noting with approval he’d already unfastened his pants.
His cock was hot and hard where it sat sandwiched between her buttocks. Chloé leaned forward once more, to expose her sodden and wanting pussy. Kim moaned as he dragged his cock down her backside, to position the head at her entrance. He then pushed in with a grunt.
Chloé moaned a needy aah as she felt herself open for him.
‘Yes, take me. Make me come.’
Kim braced his hands on the banister, pulled back a bit, then thrust. Chloé jerked with the sudden penetration, then canted her hips in silent encouragement. He fucked her with shallow, but forceful thrusts, his dick remaining deep inside her.
When she placed her hands on the banister to steady herself, he let go so he could grope her tits and lave her bare shoulders with sloppy kisses. He smeared her own moisture over her chest, and drooled on her shoulders, but Chloé only found it heightened the experience.
That familiar, pleasant heat began building low in her belly, and her legs started to tremble. She moaned her pleasure, barely remembering in time to keep quiet. Kim placed a hand over her mouth, so she parted her lips to lick and suck on his fingers. It was an effective gag, but as Chloé’s arousal grew, it wouldn’t be sufficient for long.
Kim’s pelvis met her rear with a muffled clap as he altered the angle of his thrusts. Chloé whimpered as her head fell back, her eyes closing as she tried to hold out. But Kim was hitting exactly where she liked, and the tingling sensation shooting from her clit warned her that her end was coming.
Her body was a whole mess of physical sensations, from Kim panting in her ear, to his fingers in her mouth, his hand gripping her breasts and pearls alike as the string got in the way, and his cock throbbing inside her as it moved in and out, rubbing against her pleasure spot. Her hips moved in time with his, their bodies joining with a wet slap, before pulling away with a slick sucking noise. This was what she loved about fucking – her whole world narrowed down to only the points of contact between her body and his.
Without warning, Kim was pulling out. A rush of fluids followed him, to run freely down her legs and puddle on the floor.
‘What? Did you finish already?’ she demanded, indignantly.
She spun around to find him hastily shoving his still-hard cock back in his pants.
‘No, I just want you to show me where your room is.’
‘My room?’
‘As fun as it is fucking you with an unwitting audience, I would also like to fuck you the way you deserve.’
‘Oh. Very well then. Follow me.’
She swished her skirts back into place, but not before Kim gave her rump a smart smack, turning the skin rosy in an instant. She shot him a glare, then took his hand to lead him down the labyrinthine hallways, until they reached a large set of wooden double doors.
‘In here,’ she told him.
They darted inside, then Chloé closed the door.
In her room, the only light came from the full moon shining in through her open balcony doors. It cast its pale rays across her enormous bed, as a light breeze fluttered her sheer, white curtains.
Without preamble, Kim placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up, before tossing her onto the bed. She landed on her back in the middle of the bed with a fwump, but before she could scold him, Kim had flipped her skirts up and spread her legs wide. He stood back to admire the image – Chloé laying in the pale moonlight, exposed and ethereal, with the light catching on her pearls as her nipples peeked out from between the strings.
He tugged his shirt off, then opened his pants to pull out his straining erection. The moonlight shining in from behind her caught on the precum that gathered on the tip, making it glisten.
Chloé licked her lips, and spread her legs a little wider.
Kim was on her in an instant, and thrusting inside her with a need that was almost desperate. Chloé cried out and wrapped her legs around him, shutting her eyes as she gripped the bedding.
Kim locked his arms and braced his hands on either side of her head so he could watch her. He was almost hypnotised by the rapid swaying of her tits and how the strings of pearls moved with them.
Chloé lost herself in the feelings, from her dress rucked up around her hips, to the heavy body slamming into hers with enough force to rock the mattress. His shaft stroked her clit, which soon had her soaring once more.
Chloé’s legs spasmed and she began to buck, her nails tearing holes in the fine bedding.
‘Oh god, yes. Fuck me, fuck me, ahh.’
Her babbling trailed off into nonsensical half words and gasping pants. Kim wasn’t faring any better, as each thrust was accompanied by a guttural moan.
The hot coil of tension in Chloé’s body grew. Sparks shot down her limbs, and the friction in her pussy was almost uncomfortably warm. It danced that fine line between pleasure and pain, Kim’s cock stretching her more than she was used to, and far more demanding.
Chloé didn’t delude herself into thinking this was anything more than fucking. There was no tenderness, no emotions to get in the way, just sex, and it was glorious.
In one shining moment, Kim had shoved her over the line. She squealed as her inner walls clamped down, that pleasurable bubble of heat bursting to douse her in the afterglow and her own rush of fluids.
Kim finished seconds later, going completely rigid as his cock pulsed and emptied its load. She felt him throb, and flexed her inner muscles to milk him dry, before she fell limp beneath him.
Kim pulled out with a moan; his shaft coated in a thick layer of their combined liquids. The residue dripped over her flushed folds and belly, then Kim collapsed beside her to catch his breath.
‘Fuck, you're hot,’ he slurred.
‘God, you’re a good fuck.’
He grinned drunkenly at her. ‘Happy birthday, Your Highness.’
She hummed. ‘Best present ever.’
Once Kim was a little more alert, he stood up, and stuffed his slick cock back inside his pants. He left Chloé as she was, debauched and exposed, and dripping his essence.
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