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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.

Chapter List
- 6
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Writing prompt by Harem-lover-26.
Shit this was a long one. Ten pages! They're at Alya's house, having a sleepover and talking late into the night. No one else is home.

‘Have you ever thought about kissing another girl?’ Alya asked, as she admired her manicure.
Marinette choked on her wine, setting the bottle aside before she spilled it. ‘Not really.’
‘Oh. That’s too bad.’
Alya lay on her stomach on her bed, while Marinette sat on the floor beside her, leaning against the mattress. Looking up at her, Marinette raised an eyebrow.
‘Why, have you?’
‘Duh, of course.’
Gasping, Marinette felt equal parts scandalised and curious as she swivelled around to face her. ‘Who?’
Alya looked back over her shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
A slow blush crept up Marinette’s face, from her collarbones to her hairline. ‘Me?’
‘Why so surprised? I mean, you’re cute, sweet, and damn, your booty is fine.’
Marinette squealed as she flailed her arms. ‘No, that is, you know I’m – ‘
‘Relax,’ Alya interrupted her babbling. ‘I know you’re still into Adrien.’
Subsiding with an unfamiliar feeling settling heavy in her chest, Marinette picked up the wine bottle and took another swig. Alya gulped from her own bottle, tipping her head back uncomfortably as she drank.
‘It’s not that I’m opposed to the idea,’ mumbled Marinette. ‘It’s just not something I've ever really thought about.’
Slowly, carefully, Alya set her bottle back on her bookshelf. Her face uncharacteristically serious, she slid off her bed to sit beside Marinette.
‘Would you like to give it a try?’
Marinette blinked back at her, flushed and inexplicably sweaty. ‘I guess. I mean, it’s not like Adrien has ever noticed my feelings for him.’
But Alya was shaking her head. ‘You really know how to bring the mood down. Look, I’m not asking for anything, and I don’t want to be your second choice. Nor should you enter anything, with anyone, in an effort to get over him. It’s cruel to use someone like that. All I’m asking right now is if you’d like to try kissing me, just to see if you’re into it.’
Marinette wrung her hands, her gaze skittering across the room. ‘What if I'm not?’
‘Then we never speak of it again,’ Alya shrugged.
It was an interesting proposition. Marinette had always thought Alya was attractive – both in terms of her appearance and her mind. More than once, Marinette had caught male eyes following her while they were out, either meeting friends in bars, or walking across the university campus. Marinette often envied Alya’s voluptuous figure; her own modest in comparison.
She looked at Alya from the corner of her eye. Long, shapely legs leading to a curvaceous backside, a waist made firm after her years as Rena Rouge, and full breasts for a perfect silhouette. Her skin was warm and her eyes were alive with mischief, and her hair was thick and lush. Alya was a beauty in her own right – a vibrant sun to Marinette’s pale moon.
Quickly, Marinette picked up her bottle and drained it. She placed it back on the floor with a dull thud, then shot to her feet. The room didn’t even sway.
I'm nowhere near drunk enough for this, she moaned silently.
Spinning around, she clenched her fists by her sides. ‘Ok, I’ll give it a try.’
Alya chuckled as she shook her head. ‘Just had to give yourself an extra shot of liquid bravery, huh?’
Marinette rubbed the back of her head, grinning awkwardly. ‘Something like that. I’m not drunk though. I know what I’m doing.’
‘That’s a relief. Now sit down.’ Alya patted the spot Marinette had just vacated.
With a deep breath, Marinette lowered herself to the floor, folding her legs beneath her, facing toward Alya. Her gaze, however, remained fixed on her own lap.
Alya turned at the waist, her legs crossing to accommodate the adjustment, as she rested her left elbow on the mattress. Reaching out, she tilted Marinette's chin up with her fingertips.
‘Just relax. It’s only a kiss.’
‘It’s only a kiss,’ she agreed, with a nod.
Marinette's heart palpitated as Alya leaned in, her fingers sliding up her jaw to cup her cheek. As Alya tilted her head, Marinette closed her eyes.
It was soft, and warm. Tentative, as if she were ready to back away the moment Marinette gave a sign of discomfort.
She pulled back after a breath, taking a moment to allow them both to breathe, and assess their feelings.
‘What do you think?’ Alya asked, her voice thin and breathy.
Marinette pressed her lips together, rubbing them as if she had just applied a fresh layer of lipstick.
‘I think it wasn’t enough to base an opinion on.’
Alya snickered. ‘Would you like to try again?’
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, Marinette nodded. ‘I think so, just to be sure.’
‘Of course.’
This time, Marinette met her halfway. She relaxed into the gentle kisses, enjoying the feel of Alya’s lips moving smoothly against her own more than she thought she would.
After a long moment, they parted. Marinette drew a shuddering breath, committing the feeling to memory.
It was different to kissing a boy. While Marinette's experience was limited, the boys she had kissed were over-eager, sloppy, and lacked finesse. Alya, however, had kept a steady rhythm, never demanding or invasive.
‘Well? How was it the second time?’
Marinette bit her lip on a shy smile. ‘I think I need one more try.’
Alya’s answering laugh was indulgent. ‘Happy to oblige.’
They met in the middle again, Marinette pressing back a little harder. Then, Alya traced the edge of Marinette’s bottom lip with her tongue.
She gasped, but didn’t pull away. Opening her eyes, she saw Alya looking back at her, assessing whether she should withdraw or keep going. Marinette answered the unspoken question by closing her eyes again, and flicking her tongue across Alya’s.
She could feel Alya’s smile. Her heart thrilled, delighted she had made her happy. None of the boys she had ever been with smiled when they kissed her. It was glorious. Marinette couldn’t keep her own grin from stretching across her face.
They descended into a fit of giggles, punctuated by many little kisses.
Finally, Alya sat back. ‘This was nice.’
‘Yeah. But what happens now?’
Alya shrugged. ‘Whatever we want. We don’t have to jump into a relationship or anything. We can just be friends who kiss a lot, if that makes you more comfortable.’
‘I think I’m ok with that. But what about you? I mean, after Nino,’ she trailed off, uncertain.
Heaving a sigh, Alya rolled her head back. ‘Well, yeah, I was bummed for a while. But we just didn’t work out, and there was nothing we could really do about it. Our visions for the future were too different. I’ve made my peace with that, and so has he. Now I'm ready to move on.’
‘With me?’
Alya’s smile was sincere, her eyes softening as she looked at Marinette. ‘Maybe soon, if you decide you’re into dating another girl. If not, I won’t hold it against you. I'm just happy to have you in my life.’
Marinette pressed her lips together to keep them from wobbling. She threw herself into Alya’s embrace, holding back an over-emotional sob.
‘Whatever happens, you’re my best friend and I love you,’ she wailed.
Alya patted her back, and stroked her hair. ‘I love you too, M.’
Marinette didn’t let her go until she was sure Alya understood the strength of her friendship. Whether they became lovers or not, above all else. Alya was her dearest friend. Still, when she let go, tears blurred her vision. She smiled through them, assuring Alya her crying was merely from an excess of positive emotion.
Alya cupped her cheek, smiling fondly, then leaned in to kiss her again. Marinette returned her affections, then boldly slipped her tongue over Alya’s lips. She hummed in approval, darting her own tongue into Marinette’s mouth.
Casual strokes, turned to sensual caresses. Marinette turned limp in Alya’s arms, and soon, she was laying on the floor, with no memory of how she got there. Their lips met and parted with quiet sucking noises, as their tongues moved together. It was the most sensuous experience of her life.
‘This has got to be the most unorthodox game of spin the bottle ever,’ interrupted a masculine voice.
Marinette sat up with a shriek, almost headbutting Alya in the nose. If it weren’t for her own involuntary jump, they would have both suffered a nasty bump.
Chat Noir laughed from the open balcony door. ‘You should see your faces.’
‘You mangy alley cat,’ screeched Marinette. She threw a cushion at him, striking him in the face.
Alya scowled fiercely, then hurled another cushion. ‘What the hell, Chat Noir?’
He held his hands up in surrender, as his guffawing subsided. ‘I give, I give. My apologies, ladies. I shouldn’t have interrupted.’
‘Damn right,’ Alya growled, her arm cocked to pitch another pillow.
‘I’m sorry, really. How can I make it up to you?’
Marinette was about to tell him forget everything he saw and leave, when she noticed a considering look on Alya’s face.
Oh no.
‘I want a kiss. On the lips,’ she told him, crossing her arms.
Chat Noir smirked. ‘Easy done, Ladyblogger.’
He strode forward, standing toe to toe with Alya, in two steps. Tilting her chin up delicately, he planted a lingering kiss on her lips.
He drew back, still smirking. Alya returned the expression, something wicked in her eyes.
‘Not what I meant.’
Chat Noir furrowed his brows. ‘What?’
Then his face fell slack as comprehension dawned. ‘Oh.’
‘Got a problem with that, Kitty?’ Alya challenged.
He gulped. ‘Not at all.’
‘Good.’
Alya unceremoniously shucked her shorts and underwear, kicking them away with a light flick of her foot. She stared back up at Chat Noir, then down again, before meeting his eyes again, meaningfully.
‘As the lady commands,’ he murmured.
Chat Noir knelt at her feet, holding on to her thighs, as he pressed his face into her folds. Marinette watched on, with a wriggling heat blooming low in her belly. She saw his tongue dart out to lap at Alya’s skin.
Alya exhaled a long breath, her hand resting atop his head, as he stared up at her. She hummed low in her throat, her complexion flushed.
Marinette stood to one side, almost afraid to move. She felt as if she were intruding on an intimate moment, until she realised she was there first, and it was Chat Noir who had intruded upon them. She huffed, feeling put out.
‘Ok, that’s enough,’ Alya declared, tugging on Chat Noir’s hair.
He sat back on his heels, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. ‘Are you sure? You didn’t want to finish?’
‘I’m sure. Besides, you still have to apologise to Marinette.’
She blushed when they both turned to look at her. Rather than meet their eyes, she tossed Alya’s clothes back to her. She stepped back into her shorts, but tossed her panties over to the hamper.
‘So, M. Should he make it up to you the same way? Or would you like to suggest something else?’
Marinette’s face burned. Gesticulating wildly, she stammered incoherently before taking a deep breath, and sounding her words out carefully.
‘A game,’ she replied. ‘Yes, we should play a game.’ Her voice still quavered.
‘A game, huh?’ Chat Noir echoed. ‘Like spin the bottle?’
‘Actually, I was thinking,’ she hummed, looking around wildly. Without finishing her sentence, she ran out of the room, and to the closet in the hallway. On the bottom shelf was a stack of family games. She grabbed the box on top, clutching it under her arm as she darted back into Alya’s room. She held her find up proudly. ‘We can play this.’
Chat Noir’s grin was predatory. Marinette gulped, then turned the box over to see what she’d brought.
Twister.
Her mind blanked.
Chat Noir stepped toward her, claiming the box. Removing the lid, he pulled out the spinner, and tossed the rest aside. He turned back to Alya, waving the spinner as though asking a question. Her eyes lit up, and she nodded.
‘What’s going on?’ Marinette squeaked.
‘Well,’ Chat Noir began. ‘Since I interrupted your session earlier, I’m going to help you get things moving again. Ladies, take your positions.’
Grinning broadly, Alya grabbed Marinette's hand, and led her back to the bed. They sat down across from each other, then glanced expectantly at Chat Noir.
He flicked the spinner. ‘Alya, you’ll go first. Right hand, Marinette's thigh.’
‘You’re just making this up as you go,’ Marinette wailed.
Alya gripped her leg reassuringly. ‘It’s ok, Girl. You were fine with kissing me, right?’
She nodded.
‘Well, this is just an extension of that.’
‘But Chat Noir is right there.’
‘I won’t tell anyone,’ he assured her, with a wink. ‘Ok, Princess. Left hand hip.’
Marinette followed the instruction, blushing furiously. She told herself she could play along. Just putting her hands on her maybe-lover was something she could do easily.
‘Alya, left hand waist.’
Alya placed her hand lightly over Marinette's top, and shot her a wink. Marinette’s answering smile made them both feel lighter.
‘Marinette, right hand face.’
Feeling playful, Marinette splayed her hand over Alya’s face, squishing her nose and smudging her glasses.
‘Hey,’ Alya protested.
‘I’m just doing what Chat said.’
‘I’ll keep in mind to be clearer from now on,’ he muttered. ‘Alya, right hand hair.’
Alya brought her hand up to tenderly stroke Marinette's hair. Her fingers trailed down Marinette’s jaw, before returning to the top of her head, and resting there. It was an extremely intimate, yet innocent gesture, which made her heart thump. She bit her lip, willing herself to keep calm.
‘Marinette, right hand cheek. That’s her face cheek, you got it?’
She snorted through a startled laugh. ‘Yes, Sir.’
She removed her hand from over Alya’s face, and cupped her cheek, as Alya had with her earlier.
‘I still can’t see,’ Alya said, flatly.
Chat Noir called a quick time-out so she could clean her glasses. It took longer than Marinette thought it would, but they were soon back in their previous positions.
‘Alya, lips on Marinette’s ear.’
Alya retaliated by nibbling on her ear. Marinette yelped, then ducked her head to escape the tickling, giggling breathlessly.
‘Marinette, left hand breast.’
She fell still, her blush returning with force.
‘It’s ok. It’s just a boob. Though I am impressed Chat called it by its proper name,’ Alya said.
‘I know what parts of the human anatomy are called. I did all the same sex ed courses you did.’ He sounded huffy.
Pushing aside her shyness, Marinette placed her hand on Alya’s breast. It was bigger than she realised. Her eyebrows shot up.
‘They are pretty impressive, aren’t they?’ asked Alya, looking pleased. ‘I grew them myself, you know.’
She couldn’t help it. Marinette doubled over, laughing.
‘Hey, you’re not supposed to remove your hands,’ Alya chided.
‘Sorry, sorry,’ gasped Marinette. ‘Ok, I’m good. We can keep going.’
‘I’m not sure I want to,’ Chat Noir stated.
Both girls turned to him, wearing matching expressions of confusion.
‘It’s boring, just reading out commands,’ he explained.
‘Well then.’ Alya stood up, took the spinner from Chat Noir’s hand, and tossed it onto her desk. ‘How about you actually contribute to the fun you so rudely interrupted with your arrival?’
Without waiting for an answer, she shoved him onto the bed behind Marinette. He fell on his back, his eyes wide, before relaxing and crossing his arms behind his head.
‘Marinette, sit on Chat’s lap.’
Chat Noir sat up to rest against the wall, his legs outstretched, then he patted his lap in invitation. Marinette gingerly sat, sitting up straight until he wrapped his arms around her middle, holding her close.
‘Good,’ Alya congratulated them. ‘Now, Marinette and I are going to continue kissing. Chat, you can amuse yourself however you want.’
Alya crawled forward between their legs, to plant teasing kisses over Marinette’s face. When she circled back to Marinette’s lips, she delved into a deep and passionate kiss
Marinette squeaked at the sudden assertive gesture, then relaxed, leaning back against Chat Noir as her hands rested on Alya’s hips.
Closing her eyes, she felt Alya’s tongue massage hers, Chat Noir’s heartbeat against her back, and two sets of hands. Alya’s soft hands gripped her thighs, her nails digging in lightly. Chat Noir’s hands roamed up and down her sides, his claws catching on the hem of her tank top.
Alya pulled back to wink and grin at her, then she stripped off her shirt.
‘Arms up,’ she instructed.
Marinette’s blush returned as she slowly raised her arms. Chat Noir lifted her tank top up gradually, considerate about her shyness. Once it was over her head, he put it to one side, within easy reach.
Alya was looking at her, a slight smile curling her lips. ‘Cute.’
Chat Noir looked over Marinette's shoulder, and down her body. ‘Very nice.’
Alya crooked her index finger, using it to lift Marinette's chin. Her smile was tender this time, before she closed in for another heated kiss.
She shuffled closer, pressing firmly against Marinette. Her larger breasts were warm and soft, though her nipples hardened, and rubbed teasingly against her own.
Breaking away with a wet smack, Alya kissed a trail down her jaw, then her neck. Marinette gasped when she licked a nipple, then latched on to suck hard on her pale skin, leaving a dark hickey. She left a trail of love bites down Marinette's right breast, kissing and suckling lower and lower.
Marinette let her head loll against Chat Noir’s shoulder, where her hair wouldn’t snag on his bell. His claws traced lightly up her ribs, gentle and tickling, until he could cup her breasts. He hummed low in his throat as he gently squeezed them, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples.
Alya divested herself of her shorts, before hooking her fingers over Marinette's waistband, her brow arched. Marinette nodded once, then closed her eyes before raising her hips. Alya dragged her tiny pink shorts and sensible underwear down her legs, laying them beside her top.
‘I’m going to kiss you now,’ Alya murmured. ‘Are you ok with that?’
Marinette hummed a breathy affirmative.
‘That’s my girl,’ Chat Noir rumbled in her ear.
Alya gave her a chaste kiss on the mouth, before following her previous track down Marinette's belly. She didn’t pause to suck on her tits though, instead heading straight down to the juncture between Marinette’s legs.
She gasped when Alya’s mouth closed on her clit, her tongue flicking out to stroke the sensitive nub. Her legs tried to snap together, but only closed in on Alya instead.
Chat Noir’s grip on her tits tightened, and she felt more than heard his low growl. Then his lips attached to her skin, nibbling across her shoulder, and up her throat, as something hard began to grow under her rear.
Alya’s lips and tongue worked with slick, smacking sounds, sending waves of pleasure up Marinette's body. Her hips quivered, and her toes curled, Alya’s attentions expertly delivered. She made it difficult to sit still.
The lump under her arse grew, as Chat Noir kneaded her breasts and nibbled on the side of her neck. Marinette wound her arms around his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. She needed something to hang on to, and not knowing what else to do with her hands, she settled on anchoring herself.
Her deep breaths turned to uneven pants, and sweat beaded her skin. Alya hummed a satisfied note, but didn’t let up, instead giving Marinette’s clit a hard suck.
Marinette couldn’t keep in a startled, and aroused, ‘aah.’
Her legs curled up and in, tightening around Alya.
The bulge in Chat Noir’s lap turned into a hard rod, poking upward indelicately. Marinette tried to shift so it wasn’t angled directly into her hole, but Alya grabbed her hips and held them still, while Chat Noir closed his teeth on her shoulder.
His breathing was ragged as he released his grip on her breasts to wrap his arms around her middle, holding her in place. His pelvis jerked upward, pushing his erection between her arse cheeks.
His movement disrupted Alya. She frowned at him for a second, then swiped her tongue up the centre of Marinette's pussy.
Marinette flinched, a moan escaping her slack lips.
Chat Noir loosened his grip on her then, returning to holding her breasts and placing sloppy kisses over her neck and shoulders.
Alya huffed through her nose, then resumed eating Marinette out, pushing on her slightly to get her arse to slide over Chat Noir’s cock.
Alya’s tongue in her pussy, and Chat Noir’s dick almost up her arse, was a blend of feelings unlike anything she had experienced before. She moaned at the sensations, Chat Noir’s answering growl resonating in her diaphragm.
They writhed together like that for what felt like an eternity. Slick noises of mouths against flesh joined a chorus of low moans and ragged breaths.
Sweat slick, Marinette slid easily over Chat Noir’s suit. Alya’s saliva combined with her own juices, leaving a glistening trail on his lap.
‘God, I hate this suit,’ he spat through a clenched jaw, as he raised one arm to grip the front of her shoulder.
Alya laved her tongue up Marinette’s folds, then gave her clit a sharp suck. Coming up, she licked the moisture from her lips.
‘So, take it off,’ she suggested. ‘We won’t tell anyone your secret.’
He glared at her from behind Marinette's shoulder. ‘You know I can’t do that.’
In a moment of idle curiosity, Marinette let go of his hair, to tug on the bell at his throat. It slid down smoothly, like a zip lock zipper, easily and silently.
‘Sorry, Princess, but that only goes to,’ he trailed off as the zip went lower than his navel.
Marinette snatched her hand back with an embarrassed squeak, curling her arms over her chest as her face turned crimson. ‘Sorry. I didn’t think it would go that low.’
‘I didn’t know it would go that low,’ he murmured, frowning down at it.
Alya grinned, reaching out to rub Marinette’s sodden folds with her fingers.
‘Well, now that you’ve worked that out, why don’t you finish her off for me?’
Marinette and Chat Noir looked at her with wide eyes.
‘You heard me,’ she said, winking lasciviously. Then she leaned over to pull something from her desk drawer. It was a dildo, realistic, but of a modest size, for a sex toy.
‘Where did you get that?’ Marinette asked in astonishment.
‘Nora bought it for me when she thought Nino and I were getting physical. She thought this would sate my needs, so I'd be less likely to sleep with him.’
Chat Noir snorted. ‘As if.’
‘Yeah, that ship had already sailed, several times over. But this thing does have its uses.’
‘Wouldn’t it be easier to just use your hands, though?’
Alya held up a hand, showing him her nails. ‘I just got these done this afternoon. I’m not going to ruin them just to get off.’
‘Duh,’ Marinette muttered, smirking over her shoulder at him.
He shot Marinette an unimpressed glare. ‘On all fours, Princess.’
Chat Noir heaved her forward, until she sprawled before him in an inelegant heap, her arse in the air. Before she could protest, he sucked on her plump folds, running his tongue down the centre.
Her eyes shot open. It was then she noticed that she was now intimately close to Alya. She watched as Alya ran the head of the dildo over her pussy, then brought it back to rub circles on her clit. Moisture made her warm skin glisten, a thick stream appearing at her opening as it dilated with arousal.
Chat Noir took that moment to insert his tongue. Marinette lurched forward, close enough to smell Alya’s heady scent. Chat Noir then proceeded to lap at her opening, his claws digging into her rear as he spread her arse wide.
Marinette moaned aloud, her already sensitive clit stimulated to further heights.
She was surrounded by a cacophony of lewd sounds. Alya dipping the head of the dildo inside, before pulling it out again repeatedly to make wet, sticky noises. Chat Noir sat behind her, his face buried deep in her arse, sucking on her pussy like a starved man. Marinette liked the sounds. They were almost as titillating as the actions.
She moaned wantonly, spurred on by Chat Noir’s mouth and the vision of Alya pleasuring herself.
Chat Noir drew back, his mouth immediately replaced by something hard, hot, and thick. It rubbed against her, soft and quivering, as it bathed in her juices.
Instinctively, Marinette arched her back, and spread her legs.
Alya placed a pillow beside her. ‘You might want to bite down on this.’
She mewled in response, feeling her own moisture trickle down her skin as her opening widened.
‘Ready, Marinette?’ Chat Noir asked.
Incapable of speech, she hummed an affirmative. She felt his cock penetrate, the head slipping inside without resistance. He pushed forward slowly, Marinette keening softly, until he was fully sheathed.
They paused a moment, both trembling at the influx of sensations. Marinette’s inner walls expanded and contracted as they adjusted to his girth, sucking and gulping eagerly around his shaft.
‘Fuck,’ he grunted under his breath.
He gradually pulled back, then inched forward again, his thrusts long and languorous. Marinette let out a vocal sigh with his every move, grasping the sheets in a white knuckled grip.
Alya watched on, flicking the dildo to life. The muffled buzz caught Marinette's attention, but she had to close her eyes. The sight was too reminiscent of what Chat Noir was doing behind her, making it too easy to imagine the sight of her own pussy invaded by Chat Noir’s cock.
She could feel him throbbing and twitching inside her. She wanted to feel more.
‘Harder. Faster,’ she whimpered.
Chat Noir draped himself over her back to whisper in her ear. ‘As my Princess commands.’
The dark, husky quality of his voice sent a thrill down her spine. She flexed her inner muscles, and tilted her arse up, ready to receive him.
His thrusts came faster and with more force. Soon, she was rocking forward with a muffled cry every time his pelvis met her backside.
Alya moaned, the wet squelching of her dildo picking up speed.
Then, Chat Noir struck something deep inside her. She surged forward with a shout, her hips tilting to the side in an attempt to recover from the unexpected wave of pleasure. But Chat Noir didn’t let her get far. Retracting his claws, he inserted a thumb in her arse hole, and gripped her rear like it had a handle. Then, he continued his assault, pounding into her and making sure to strike her g-spot with every thrust.
Marinette bucked and writhed, throwing her head back as she cried out. Sweat ran down her legs and back, plastering her hair to her face. She didn’t notice. Her world had diminished to the lurid sounds of flesh moving together, and the heat radiating out from her hips.
‘Fuck, you feel good,’ Chat Noir panted. ‘You’re so wet. So wet for me.’
Marinette's body jerked and spasmed. Her muscles clenched and relaxed, already overwrought; even her breasts pressed into the bedding provided a delicious friction. She gasped and whined, her fingers flexing and releasing, and still Chat Noir rammed into her.
The slap of his body meeting hers was loud. His grunts and huffs of effort, lost to Marinette, as she drowned in the feeling of him pulsing inside her.
‘Cum for me, Chat,’ she wailed into the blankets. ‘I want to feel you cum.’
He slammed into her, muttering a string of half-formed expletives. Marinette was shoved forward, until her nose met Alya’s dripping labia. Without thinking, Marinette craned her neck, and licked, lapping up Alya’s juices as Chat Noir kept thrusting. The only thing keeping her from ending up hallway up Alya’s arse was Chat Noir’s thumb in her anus.
Alya threw her head back and moaned, loud and long. Her legs quivered, before closing in on Marinette’s head, squeezing tight.
Still, Marinette kept licking and sucking, her mind completely gone.
Suddenly, Alya shouted. She slumped sideways, a stream of liquid flowing from her opening, then she sagged limply to the floor, where she lay panting, her limbs twitching spasmodically.
Chat Noir’s guttural yell brought her attention back to him. He lost his rhythm, but he still thrust with single-minded purpose. The heat inside Marinette built to intolerable levels, a hot tension waiting for release.
Then, Chat Noir wrapped his arm around her belly, and rubbed her clit.
Marinette screamed. She bucked wildly, wanting to get away from the feeling, and yearning to feel more of it at the same time. Chat Noir didn’t let her choose. He rubbed her off while he rutted like an animal, licking and biting her in turn. She tensed, her entire body taut, with her inner muscles clamping around him. Her mouth dropped open, as the tendons in her neck stood out. He waited out the tension, then thrust one last time.
Her body couldn’t take any more. Marinette came with a choked squeal, Chat Noir close behind, with a strained roar.
She felt his essence purged inside her, his shaft shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He pulled out as she slumped to the mattress, utterly spent. With a groan, he shot cum over her flushed labia, her arse, and down her back. She felt some hit the back of her head, and slide down her hair.
‘Fuck,’ he breathed, flopping down beside her.
Marinette’s feet tingled. She curled her toes, and rubbed her legs together, feeling their combined juices trickle down her thigh.
‘You two are so damned hot,’ Alya opined from the floor.
Chat Noir hummed. ‘Marinette's hot.’
Marinette tried to say they were the hot ones, but all she could do was moan. She gave up on speech, opting instead to lay there, in a puddle of hers and Chat Noir’s fluids. It felt filthy and erotic. She never wanted to move again. Her mind drifted into a warm haze, letting her float somewhere between awake and asleep.
‘Let’s do this again sometime,’ she heard Chat Noir suggest, as thought from a great distance.
She smiled her approval, before falling into a deep sleep. She was already looking forward to a repeat performance, whatever it entailed.
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