At first, I thought she was about to take her Miraculous, but then something happened that caught me by surprise: the akuma's hands instead began to grope Ladybug's breasts and ass through her suit, causing the girl to let out a surprised moan.
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"I've always wanted to do some in-depth 'research' about Ladybug," she purred, groping the hero's breasts as her other hand kneaded her, caressing her nether regions as the bound hero tried to free her hands. "Don't struggle so much, cutie pie; those icons are like steel cuffs. Now, why don't you tell me, just between us girls, as a reporter to the superhero, do you go commando? Cause I can feel something soft and wet that isn't your suit~"
"Stop it," Ladybug grunted, struggling in her binds. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Besides the obvious?" The akuma asked, giving her a wicked grin. "I'm simply getting some quality information to the people of Paris and beyond. I'm sure they would love to see what's going on under that suit of yours."
"Y-you can't—!" Ladybug gasped, her face bright red, her eyes wide with shock as the akuma's hands continued their assault, the bound hero writhing in her restraints, unable to stop the sensations coursing through her body, the feeling of the akuma's fingers rubbing and probing her pussy.
"You know the boss lady said that after I take your Miraculous, you're mine to do with as I please," the akuma purred, a hungry gleam in her eyes. "I have all sorts of ideas, including taking you home with me and keeping you as a pet, using that lovely body of yours for my own pleasure."
Ladybug's eyes widened, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Wh-what?"
"Imagine, Paris's heroine, brought low by an akuma and made to serve," the akuma laughed, a devious smirk on her face as she continued her assault, now reaching down to rub her fingers along the hero's pussy, teasing the girl's sensitive lips through her suit. "You'd look so cute in a collar and leash, begging and pleading for release."
I could barely believe my eyes. Ladybug, Paris's heroine, bound and helpless, at the mercy of an akuma, and worse, enjoying it. It was wrong. So, so wrong, and yet, the sight of her helplessly squirming in her binds, her moans and gasps of pleasure echoing throughout the room, was undeniably erotic.
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"But enought forplay, time for the real fun," Lady Wifi laughed, the akuma's eyes flashing with delight before forcing the bound hero's legs down on the floor, her legs spread and her pussy fully exposed, a clear stain of arousal staining the suit as Lady Wifi then sat atop her, pussy against pussy as the akuma began to grind her pussy against hers, causing Ladybug to let out a loud moan. "Well, let the people of Paris see their hero as she writhes in ecstasy! Let them see how you like being dominated, how you like being made to submit!"
My mouth hung open.
'Fuck.'
The sound of their bodies rubbing together filled the room, the scent of their arousal heavy in the air as Lady Wifi continued her assault, grinding her pussy against Ladybug's, the friction between their bodies sending waves of pleasure through the akuma as she continued to tease and torment the helpless hero.
Eventually, I was able to break out of my stupor, shaking my head as I snapped out of my daze. "Crap, Ladybug needs help. Gotta snap out of it," I muttered before rushing over to where the akuma and Ladybug were, attempting to separate them.
"Uh?" However, Lady Wifi noticed my attempt to pounce on her as she then teleportated away from me right as I was about to get a hold of her, and instead I crashed into Ladybug, both of us falling onto the floor.
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"Oh shit, sorry, M'Lady, I was trying to catch the akuma." I quickly apologised only to become flustered as I became aware of the position as I was face to ass with my Lady's perfectly shaped rear end, her juicy ass pressing up against my face. Meanwhile, Ladybug's face was buried in my crotch as my dick rubbed against her face.
'Shit, shit, this is bad. This is really bad,' I thought, doing my best not to make things even worse by grinding against her face or by taking a bite out of her delicious ass. However, I soon found myself unable to control myself, as I could feel her lips brushing against the tip of my cock. It was enough to drive a man crazy.
"Oh, how romantic. " Suddenly, we heard Lady Wifi's voice as the akuma reappeared, across the room with her phone in her hands, a smirk on her face, as she held up the camera. "The little kitty comes to save his love bug."
"I am not his lovebug!" Ladybug shouted, her cheeks bright red as she pushed me off of her, before getting back up on her feet.
'For now,' I thought, unable to hide the smile on my face as I stood up next to her, the two of us facing the akuma.
"Ah, sure, totally didn't get a shot of you burying your face in his crotch," The akuma laughed, her eyes glinting with mischief as the video recording icons flew into the room. "In 4k, no less."
"You...! That's it, you're going down," Ladybug declared, the look in her eyes determined, as her yoyo appeared in her hand, the weapon spinning rapidly, and her expression was one of fury. I also got into a battle stance, readying my staff, ready for a fight.
However, the akuma just smirked. "Oh? You really want to fight me? Well, then, come and get me." She taunted as a bunch of floating pause icons surrounded her, and without wasting a moment, Ladybug and I sprang into action.
With a quick flick of her wrist, Ladybug's yoyo shot forward, only for the akuma to teleport out of the way and reappear behind us, the floating icons firing off streams of glowing purple pause icons.
We dove out of the way, and the akuma teleported again, this time appearing above us. But before she could unleash her attack, I lunged forward, using my superior agility to twist her into a controlled grapple. My forearm pressed against her shoulder blades as I guided her firmly but carefully to the mat, pinning her in a security hold I'd learned during fencing training.
"Stay down!" I hissed through gritted teeth as I pushed my body weight against her, applying pressure to her shoulder blades, keeping her pinned. As I do so, my crotch presses down on her plush ass as my dick slips between her thighs, her soft, warm flesh enveloping my throbbing shaft as I grind against her pussy.
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"Aah...!" A gasp escapes Lady Wifi's lips as my hard, throbbing cock rubs against her sensitive, wet lips, the akuma's face flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
"You better give up," I warned, my voice a low growl, my grip on her tightening, a rush of pleasure running through me, "Wouldn't want to 'accidentally' slip and give you a little... punishment." I punctuate the last word with a harsh thrust, grinding my cock against her clit, and a whimper escapes her lips.
"Oh, you want to try me?" LadyWiFi's voice dripped with venom as her eyes flashed—a spark of violet defiance cutting through the dim light. Before I could tighten my grip, she bucked violently, her hips twisting with enough force to nearly launch me off. My claws scraped against the floor as I fought for balance.
"Nice try, alley c—"
I didn't let her finish.
The second her shoulders rolled for an escape, I yanked her back—one arm locking around her midsection, the other bracing against her spine. My muscles burned as I heaved, using every ounce of my transformed strength to lift her clean off the ground. For a heartbeat, she hovered midair, weightless, her breath catching in surprise—
Then I slammed her down.
The impact detonated like a shockwave.
"Ghk—!" Her gasp was sharp, ragged—all the air crushed from her lungs as her body cratered into the floor. Wood splintered beneath us, jagged cracks spiderwebbing outward in a burst of dust and debris. The sheer force sent a gust ripping through the room, fluttering loose papers like startled birds.
LadyWiFi lay stunned beneath me, her fingers twitching, her once-smug expression now slack with dazed pain. The akumatized phone clattered from her loosened grip, skittering across the ruined floorboards.
"Still think this is a game?" I asked, a smirk on my face as I pressed my body weight against her, grinding my hard cock against her pussy through her costume, causing her to let out a loud moan, the scent of her arousal filling the air.
-x-X-x-
Seeing the akuma like this, pinned and helpless beneath me, the scent of her arousal filling the air, the heat radiating from her body, and the feeling of her plush, soft ass pressed up against my crotch was undeniably arousing. I wanted to fuck her. To take her right here and now, but before I could even think about doing anything, I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the familiar sound of Ladybug, who was getting the hostages out of the hotel(though Chloe was none too happy about that as she was yelling her protests the whole way).
But as Ladybug was busy taking care of the civilians, Lady Wifi had come to and was trying to reach her phone.
'Crap, need to stop her,' I thought, and without thinking, I did the first thing that came to mind: I thrusted my hips against her, my dick rubbing up against her pussy through the fabric of her suit, causing her to let out a moan as I accidentally punched a hole through her outfit, revealing her soft, pale skin underneath.
"What are you—?!" She cried out, her eyes widening in shock as I pushed my way into her pussy.
"AAAAAAHHH~!!!"
HOLY SHIT!
By complete accident, my dick had penetrated Lady Wifi/Alya's pussy, the warm, tight, and moist walls gripping my cock like a vice as her screams rang throughout the room. I felt my entire body go rigid, the sensations overwhelming me as I let out a low groan. Fuck this was way better than anything I had ever felt, even getting a handjob from Nathalie or feeling Marinette's juicy ass rub against my crotch; this was beyond all expectations.
'Is... is this what sex feels like?' The thought was like a lightning bolt in my brain. All the times I'd tried to picture this moment, and none of them even came close. Lady Wifi's pussy was hot and wet, and her insides felt like they were made for me, wrapping around my cock like a glove, squeezing and pulsing in a way that had me seeing stars.
'Holy fuck, this is amazing! So, this is what sex feels like? Shit, if this is what sex feels like, then sign me up!' I thought, the pleasure, the sensations, it was overwhelming, and all I could do was give in to my instincts as I continued to thrust my hips.
"Stop, don't move!" She gasped, her cheeks bright red, her eyes wide with panic and shock as I began to move my hips. "Wait, I'm still a virgin—Aaaaah~"
Her cries of protest fell on deaf ears, as all I could think about was the pleasure that was coursing through me, the warmth, the heat, the sensations, everything. It was indescribable, like a drug, and I was hooked.
"F-fuck," I moaned. The feeling of her tight, wet pussy was incredible, and the noises she was making were driving me crazy. The sound of her moans, her whimpers, her gasps, they were music to my ears. "You feel so good, Alya. So warm and tight."
"Aaaah~" She moaned, her body trembling, her breathing erratic as I punched all the way inside, the tip of my dick kissing her womb, the feeling of her warm, tight walls wrapped around me was indescribable. "Aaaah~"
"You're so fucking hot," I grunted, the scent of her arousal filling the air, the feeling of her slick, wet folds enveloping my shaft, the sound of her moans and whimpers was enough to drive a man insane.
"Aaaah~" She squeaked, her body shaking, her eyes wide, her face bright red, her large breasts and her plush, round ass jiggle via high-impact thrusts with every thrust, the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoing throughout the room.
'I can't believe I'm doing this! And with Alya, no less!' The thought crossed my mind, as Alya was one of the girls on the list who'd caught my eye, with her beautiful, curvy figure, her dark skin, and her gorgeous brown eyes. But I had never expected that my first time would be like this, with her pinned under me, my cock buried deep inside her as I tried fucking the evil out of her.
Wait, wasn't she recording this?
My eyes darted to the phone on the floor. If that was broadcasting the video...
I couldn't stop, I was too far gone. Even if there were consequences, even if I was making a mistake, even if it was a terrible idea, I couldn't stop, the sensations were too much, the pleasure was too intense, and all I could do was keep thrusting, keep moving, keep pounding until I punched right up to her cervix as she let out a blood-curdling yell.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH-MMMMMMPPPHHHHH~!!"
At first, I thought I had seriously hurt her by accident, but then I felt the walls around my cock suddenly clamp down, the sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was like a supernova went off inside of her. The pressure around my shaft was intense, almost painful, and it was all I could do to hold on as she screamed in ecstasy.
'Is this...?' The thought flashed through my mind, the sensation unlike anything I had ever felt as I saw her face, her eyes rolling back, her mouth agape, her entire body trembling.
Had Alya just orgasmed?
"Aaaaaah~" She moaned, the sound like music to my ears, the sight of her coming undone beneath me was enough to send a rush of pleasure through me. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and the look in her eyes was one of pure bliss. The sight was enough to make my cock throb as I thought:
Fuck, she did, she looked so hot when she was coming.
-x-X-x-
Ladybug was not having a good day.
After failing to confess her feelings for Adrien once again due to her own shyness, her best friend, Alya, had been akumatized and had kidnapped Adrien (And also Chloe and her gang, but really, her thoughts were on her crush and his safety) before molesting her on camera, talking about how she was going to unmask her, and revealing her identity to the world while she was getting amazon pressured into submission.
She really hoped that was the Akuma's doing and not Alya herself, or she'll have a hard time looking at her friend the same way again.
Anyway, currently, she was trying to get the hostages out of the hotel, while her partner was busy fighting the akuma.
'Hopeful he can handle things until I come back,' She thought as she ushered the hostages to the exits. Both Sabrina and Zoe were super grateful for her help, as they both knew what would have happened to them had Ladybug not shown up when she did(and also for the blankets that they were currently wearing to cover themselves).
Chloé, on the other hand, was less than thrilled. She doesn't want to leave. Ladybug is her favourite after all (Clingy Chloe), and she has a score to settle with Alya.
She decided to throw the blonde onto her back and got the heck out of dodge, even as the blonde screamed bloody murder and thrashed on her back.
'Hopefully, Adrien is okay,' She thought as she finally got all the hostages out of the building and to safety. She had a very bad feeling that the akuma would do something worse if Adrien was the only one left, and that worried her a lot.
'I need to get back there,' She thought, her thoughts turning to Chat Noir, 'I just hope he'll be alright until I-'
However, before she could finish her thought, she felt a hand reach down and grab her breast. The sudden sensation was enough to make her gasp in surprise as Chloe's hand started groping her right breast, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
"Wh-what are you-?!"
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"Ladybug, I'm your number one fan, remember?" The blonde said, a devilish grin on her face. "And I'm not going to give you up without a fight." Chloe cooed, the look on her face one of pure delight as the blonde was now openly groping and massaging her breasts. She was already pretty turned on by Alya's assault, so the added stimulus was pushing her over the edge as the sensation was enough to make her moan, and the sight was enough to send a wave of heat through her.
'Fuck, why did that feel so good?' Having her childhood bully and longtime rival was probably the most bizarre, messed-up situation she's been in all week, and that's saying something considering her life was a weird, messy, tangled web of secrets and lies. But somehow, the feeling of Chloe's hands on her, touching her, caressing her, was strangely arousing, the heat pooling between her legs.
'God, I need th-'
Before she could even finish the thought, however, Chloe's other hand reached down and grabbed her ass. The sensation was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her as the blonde squeezed her butt, her fingers digging into her flesh.
"Ladybug's ladybooty feels so nice, " She said, a wicked grin on her face as she continued to grope and massage the heroine's ass. "So firm and round."
"Gghhh-" Ladybug let out a low groan, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as Chloe continued to touch and squeeze her 'Why is everyone a pervert today?'
"Ladybug, Ladybug, you're the best~" Chloe cooed, her fingers digging into the heroine's flesh, a lecherous grin on her face. "Your ass and boobs are amazing~"
"S-stop, you can't-" But before she could even finish the sentence, Chloe's fingers slipped inside her suit, the sudden sensation of her finger pressing up against her sensitive folds was enough to make her gasp in surprise.
"What are you-"
"Shhhh..." The blonde hushed, a wicked smile on her face as she began to finger the heroine, her fingers rubbing and probing her, causing her to let out a loud moan. The feeling was intense, the pleasure overwhelming, and the feeling was enough to make her knees go weak, the heat pooling in her loins.
'Why is this happening? Why is it always me?' She thought, her body trembling, her breathing erratic, the feeling of Chloe's fingers pressing up against her sensitive folds, the pleasure was intense, and the sensation was enough to make her moan, her eyes rolling back as the heat pooling between her legs became even more intense, and the sensation was enough to make her scream.
"That's right, cum for me," Chloe said, her tone triumphant, a wicked grin on her face as she continued her assault, her fingers digging into her flesh, the sensation enough to make her cry out in ecstasy.
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"C-Chloe~"
The blonde smiled, her expression smug, triumphant, and the look on her face was one of pure delight as she cum all over her hand, her juices leaking out of her folds, her body trembling, her voice breathless.
God, she really cum from Chloe of all people? The idea was almost laughable, but the heat pooling in her loins and the pleasure coursing through her body made the reality all too real. Maybe the stress from the akuma was making her more vulnerable, or maybe the constant sexual torment from Alya had gotten her horny enough to the point where anything felt good, but whatever the reason, she was now cumming on the fingers of her least favourite person, and it felt amazing.
'God, what is wrong with me?' She thought, a flush creeping across her cheeks as she tried to catch her breath. 'Chat is probably in danger, and I'm wasting time playing with Chloe.'
Anyway, with a sigh, Ladybug dropped Chloe onto the ground.
"Ouch!" The blonde exclaimed, a pout on her face. "How rude! I thought we were bonding."
She didn't dignify that with a response as she swung away. She needed to get back to her partner and save him from the akuma.
Hopefully, he wasn't in any trouble.
-x-X-x-
The sight was enough to send me over the edge as I felt a familiar pressure building up within me. The pleasure, the heat, the sensation was overwhelming, and I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer. The pleasure was too much, the pressure was becoming too intense, and I knew that I couldn't keep going for much longer, as the feeling of her tight, wet walls wrapped around me was too much.
"Fuck, here it comes," I grunted, and with a groan, I thrust deep inside her one final time as the pressure became too much, and I exploded.
"F-fuck, Alya," I moaned, the feeling was indescribable, the warmth, the heat, the pleasure, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before, the sensations were overwhelming, and all I could do was ride the wave as I released, my cum erupting from the tip of my cock and filling her womb, painting her insides white.
Her eyes, half-lidded, widen in surprise, and the realisation hits her as hot, sticky, virile cum floods her fertile womb. I must have painted her womb white at least six times as I pumped rope after rope of cum deep inside her, filling her to the brim, my thick, creamy essence flooding her until we were both panting and sweaty.
"What the fuck?"
I snapped my head to see Ladybug standing there, her eyes wide, her mouth open in shock, her face bright red as she took in the sight. Yeah, the scene before her was quite something. There was Alya, pinned beneath me, her outfit torn, my dick still buried deep inside her, a puddle of cum leaking out between us, and the smell of sex heavy in the air.
"If it makes you feel better, M'Lady, she started it," I joked, giving her a nervous smile, hoping that I could smooth over the situation. The look on her face was one of disbelief, and the awkwardness in the room was palpable before sighting.
"You know I'm too exhausted and shocked to really care right now, let's just get the akuma and go home," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Pass me the phone."
But right as I was about to oblige, LadyWiFi suddenly regained her strength, flipping me over and onto the floor as she quickly grabbed the phone.
"Ha, you fools! You've underestimated me," the akuma declared, the smirk on her face triumphant as she brandished her phone, the screen flashing violet. "Now, prepare to watch Paris's heroine get her Miraculous stripped away in the worst possible way, with her boyfriend."
But before she could try to take my Miraculous, I thrust my hips upward, the tip of my cock kissing her cervix and causing her to gasp as I felt her tight walls grip me. Fuck, just as good as the first time around, if not better, as the feeling of her warm, wet folds wrapped around me was enough to drive a man insane.
"Wh-what are you- Aaaaaah~" Alya's protest was cut short, her sentence turning into a moan, the look on her face one of surprise and pleasure as I started thrusting my hips.
"Alya," I grunted, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the air, the scent of our arousal heavy in the room, her soft, round ass jiggling with every thrust. The sensations were indescribable, the pleasure, the heat, the feeling of her warm, tight walls wrapped around me was enough to drive a man crazy.
"Fool if you think that fucking me will save you," The akuma taunted, the look on her face one of confidence and determination, the smirk on her face sending a chill down my spine, as she was riding me reverse cowgirl. "I'll just enjoy myself as you're forced to cum."
"F-fuck," I growled, the feeling of her slick, wet folds enveloping my shaft, the sound of her moans and whimpers was enough to drive a man insane, her scent intoxicating, the sight of her bouncing, jiggling ass was mesmerising.
"Watch as I turn you into my obedient little pet, one who will obey my every command," LadyWiFi smirked, her face smug, sending a chill down my spine as she rode me reverse cowgirl. "Now, come on, you know you want to. Cum for me. Cum inside your mistress, and you'll be mine forev-"
But before she could finish her sentence, Ladybug's yo-yo zipped out, latching onto the akuma's wrist and yanking backwards, causing Ladybug to land on the akuma's face and pin her to the floor.
"Sorry, but payback's a bitch," Ladybug said, the look on her face one of confidence and determination, a smirk on her face, and I couldn't help but grin as her ass pressed firmly against the akuma's face."You're not going anywhere."
"Nhggmmmmph!!" LadyWiFi let out a muffled cry of outrage, her fingers digging into the soft, supple flesh of the hero's bottom, trying to pry the girl off. Seeing Ladybug like this, the confident and assertive expression on her face, the smirk on her lips, her ass pressed firmly against the akuma's face was incredibly sexy and gave me the strength to continue on as I was determined to break the akuma and fuck the evil out of her.
-x-X-x-
"Nhggmmm!! Mmmm!!"
The muffied cries of outrage soon turned into muffled moans of pleasure as I thrust upwards, my cock penetrating deep inside her, reaching places no other man could, my cock kissing her womb with each thrust, the akuma's pussy gripping me like a vice as I fucked her. Meanwhile, Ladybug continued to grind her ass into the akuma's face, taking revenge for the earlier humiliation as she rubbed her pussy against the akuma's lips. How I envied her at this moment as the akuma began to lick her pussy like a kitten, her tongue sliding across the slick, sensitive lips, her fingers digging into the soft, supple flesh of the girl's behind, her juices leaking down her thighs, and the scent was intoxicating.
"Mmmmmmmpphhhhh~~"
"Ah, shit, that's it," Ladybug moaned, her breathing ragged, her eyes half-lidded, her cheeks flushed with arousal. The sight of her riding the akuma's face, her pussy being eaten out, was incredibly sexy, the akuma's moans filling the air as she bucked her hips.
Seeing my lady like this, the look on her face gave me a surge of determination and confidence as I increased my pace, the sound of my hips slapping against hers as I went faster and harder, her moans getting louder and louder.
"Hah, Chat," Ladybug moaned, her eyes meeting mine, a hungry look in them, a smirk on her face. "Fuck her, fuck her hard and deep."
"Anything for you, M'Lady," I then thrusted as hard and as deep as I could, burying my cock all the way inside her, and the akuma's pussy gripped me like a vice, the walls spasming around me, as she screamed into Ladybug's pussy, clearly taken off guard by the sudden assault.
"Fuck, that's it, don't stop," Ladybug cried, the akuma's moans reverberating against her pussy as the two of them bucked and writhed, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room as I continued to fucked her with wild abandon.
The akuma and Ladybug's moans, the feeling of her warm, wet walls wrapped around me, the sight of her perfect, plump, juicy ass, her soft, supple flesh jiggling with each thrust, was enough to drive a man mad as I was determined to make her break, to make her submit, to fuck her and dominate her until she was my obedient little bitch.
"Hah, you're so fucking tight," I grunted, the akuma's pussy spasming around my cock, her insides clamping down around me, and the feeling was incredible, her warm, wet walls enveloping me, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. "You're taking me so well, you're such a good girl."
"Mmmmppphhhh~~" The akuma moaned into Ladybug's pussy as she ate out my Lady's delicious cunt, her juices flowing down her throat.
"Keep going, I can feel her getting close," Ladybug groaned, the akuma's tongue exploring her, her fingers digging into the soft, supple flesh of her butt. "I know she is, I can feel it."
The akuma's muffled protests were ignored as I continued to fuck her, my cock kissing her womb as the tip of my dick pressed against her cervix. The sensation was incredible, and I was determined to make her submit, to make her mine.
"Mmmmphhh~~!" The akuma cried, her pussy gripping me like a vice, and the feeling was incredible, the warmth, the wetness, the sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
"Oh fuck," I growled, the akuma's muffled cries of protest only serving to fuel my desire to dominate her. The feeling of her warm, wet walls wrapped around me was incredible, the sensation indescribable as I continued to thrust, my cock penetrating deep inside her, hitting all the right spots.
"Keep going… I can feel her getting close," Ladybug groaned, her voice strained as the akuma's tongue worked against her. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of her own thighs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I know she is… I can feel it."
Lady WiFi's muffled protests were lost beneath the sounds of skin against skin, her struggles ignored as I drove into her, my cock pressing deep, hitting spots that made her body shudder in reluctant pleasure.
"Mmmphhh—!" Her pussy clenched around me, tight and wet, the sensation overwhelming. Every thrust drew another stifled moan from her, her resistance crumbling under the relentless rhythm.
"Oh, fuck…" I growled, her muffled cries only fueling my need to dominate her. The heat of her body, the way her walls gripped me—it was intoxicating.
"That's it, Chat," Ladybug moaned, her voice trembling, her face flushed with pleasure. "Don't stop… don't stop!"
Lady WiFi's body shook, her legs quivering as she teetered on the edge. I could feel her tightening around me, her climax building—
"Mmmphhh!!"
Lady WiFi arousal: 100!
Her scream was muffled but unmistakable, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clamping down in rhythmic pulses. The sensation was too much—
"Fuck—!" Ladybug cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, her thighs trembling as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Ladybug arousal: 100!
I wasn't far behind. With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself inside Lady WiFi, my release flooding her as ropes of thick cum filled her womb.
Rope after rope of thick, creamy cum flooded her womb, painting her insides white. The akuma's muffled scream was drowned out by Ladybug's cry as the akuma came, her body writhing beneath us, her eyes rolling back, her hands clawing at Ladybug's butt. The three of us rode the waves of pleasure, our bodies convulsing, our orgasms ripping through us, and the world seemed to disappear as all I could focus on was the feeling, the pleasure, the sensations, the warmth, the heat, the wetness, everything was so much, and yet, I never wanted it to end.
But eventually, the high died down, and reality came crashing back as we pulled away from each other, panting, sweaty, and covered in cum as the akuma collapsed, her eyes half-lidded, a blissful expression on her face, her pussy leaking cum as she let out a moan.
With a flutter of dark wings, the akuma vanished, leaving behind a dazed, human girl—Alya—still panting, her body limp in the aftermath.
"Oh no, you don't." Ladybug's yo-yo snapped out, capturing the corrupted butterfly before purifying it in a flash of light. "Bye-bye, little butterfly."
Exhausted, she slumped forward.
"Miraculous Ladybug."
A swarm of magical ladybugs washed over the room, erasing all traces of what had happened—no torn clothes, no lingering sweat, no evidence of what had just transpired.
Alya blinked, confused. "What… happened?"
Thank goodness, I thought, relief washing over me. Definitely not ready for fatherhood yet.
After an awkward cleanup, Ladybug offered to take Alya home while I slipped away, detransformed, and rejoined the group as if nothing had happened.
Chloe, of course, was instantly glued to my side—clingy as ever. Not that I minded.
-x-X-x-
Marinette:
Marinette moaned in happiness as she bounced on her favourite dildo, her tight, wet cunt making squelching noises every time she came down, her hands playing with her own breasts.
Marinette has had one hell of a day as her Superhero alter ego, Ladybug.
Getting groped and molested by her akumatized friend and her most hated bully, the former live-streaming her being powered dommed to all of Paris, ending up having her pussy eaten out by her while her partner fucked her ass so hard that she de-akumatized after 10 minutes getting creampied.
But now, in the comfort of her own room, the heroine could finally relax.
And fuck herself silly, of course.
Marinette was no stranger to sex or masturbation, having been engaging in them since she was 13. However, it wasn't until she met Adrien and became Ladybug that she truly felt a sexual urge for the first time.
And why wouldn't she? She was surrounded by hot people, Adrien chief among them. She felt a rush of warm liquid between her legs as she remembered feeling it against her crotch when he grinded on her when they were studying together, the day before. She had to masturbate in the girls' bathroom 3 times before class to get through the day without jumping his bones.
'There is just something about that boy...' she thought, biting her lower lip and increasing the pace of her masturbation, bouncing harder and faster. 'His blonde hair, his handsome face, his toned, muscular body...his goofy smile, those soft green eyes, the way he looks at me and makes my heart skip a beat, that laugh after making a pun...his cute butt...'
She stopped her thrusts for a moment, her eyes going wide.
'...wait, am I describing Adrien or Chat Noir?...'
Marinette shook her head, her blue pigtails bouncing as she quickly dismissed the thought. Lately, she couldn't quite figure out why, but those kinds of thoughts had been coming to her more and more often. Surely, she wasn't developing a crush on the Fleabag, was she?
But the fact was, she was starting to wonder.
Marinette did not know Chat Noir for long, as it was only a few weeks since she became Ladybug, but her first impression was that he was...annoying.
Called her a sidekick, even though they were supposed to be partners, acted as if he was a main character in a superhero story, didn't take any of it seriously and put them both at risk by trying to show off...
And all around was a bit of a dick.
It really took her self-actualising as Ladybug to put him in his place.
But afterwards, he changed. He still had a cocky attitude and a penchant for bad jokes and puns, but he was far more willing to take her input and suggestions, and they actually got along pretty well after the battle.
She did notice that he was getting touchier lately, but she attributed it to him being an alley cat. And even then, he did not cross the line. He never did anything too much or tried to feel her up, and she didn't mind it when he hugged her or wrapped his tail around her waist.
In a way, she saw him as a younger brother, someone who was fun to hang out with and whom looked up to her....
But after seeing him fuck Alya like a bitch in heat, the look on his face as he pounded her like there was no tomorrow, how he treated her, and the way his cum overflowed from her pussy and filled the glass...
Her hand moved faster, her breath turning ragged as her imagination went wild, the memory of Chat fucking Alya, the image of him pounding her, his thick, meaty dick going in and out, in and out, the smell of sex and arousal, the sound of his groans and her moans as Marinette felt his dick in her cunt, stretching her walls and rubbing her inner walls...as Adrien.
As she imagined her partner, her crush, the boy she was in love with, taking her and using her, his dick filling her cunt at the same time her partner fucked her ass. The two boys were working together to fill her up as much as possible, to fuck her pussy and ass with all the strength they had...
Marinette screamed in ecstasy, her orgasm washing over her as she kept imagining both of them, pounding her pussy and ass, cumming inside her, filling her, as she bounced on her favourite pink dildo, her orgasm lasting several minutes as she felt her juices splash onto the floor and her bedsheets.
She fell onto her back, the toy falling from her cunt as she panted, her blue hair and eyes shining as her chest and face were covered in a layer of sweat. A part of her couldn't believe what she had just done, but a larger, more dominant part of her didn't care.
She was horny, and she masturbated—no big deal.
Plus, there was something exhilarating about imagining herself with Adrien and Chat Noir.
She wondered what would happen if both boys fucked her at the same time.
She had no idea why, but the thought turned her on again.
The black haired girl grabbed the pink dildo from where it fell and shoved it right back inside her wet cunt before she resumed her masturbation.
'I'll worry about it later,' she decided, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she continued her nightly activities. Meanwhile, her kwami was sitting in her purse, grinning.
'Marinette, you naughty, naughty girl… Looks like the Plagg's Cat has rubbed off on you a bit too much.' Tikki thought with a massive grin, watching her chosen moan as she orgasmed for the sixteenth time today.
'Oh well. At least humans are as interesting as ever...'
-x-X-x-
Alya:
And it was also Alya's favourite background image on her phone.
The picture had been haunting Alya's mind for days. The image of Ladybug's juicy buttocks, that firm ass, jiggling as she jumped, that round, perfect, delicious booty. Alya had fantasised about the heroine's ass more times than she could count, and so when she finally decided to masturbate to it, it had been like a tidal wave had gone off. Every chance that she could get, she would run off somewhere and finger herself, her face flushed and biting her lips as she admired the heroic, absolutely astounding lady.
Now, normally, Alya would have stood her ground and told them off, but her fingers had been deep in her cunt at the time and her head was full of images of her idol's buttocks and she wasn't thinking clearly, and so instead of telling the spoiled brat to fuck off, her lust addled mind decided that the best thing to do was to run away.
She had been going at it in the girls' locker room when, midway through, she heard the door being forcefully opened, and before she could hide or do anything, there was Chloe and her gang of followers, filming it, with the principal behind her, and a vicious grin on the little blonde cockroaches' fake pillow lips.
Alya didn't know why Chloe was so pissed off at her this time. Maybe it was because Alya dared say what everyone was thinking to her face. Or maybe she was mad that Alya's blog, the one Chloe tried so hard to bring down, was so popular. Maybe she was just looking for an excuse to bully someone.
Whatever the reason, the little blonde tramp had made sure that she was suspended indefinitely and was sent home for the day.
Alya had never felt more humiliated and powerless. She was furious and was planning to tell off the spoiled bitch and the principal the next time she went back.
But then..
Lying on the ground with both Ladybug and Chat Noir towering above her, before she was taken home by her idol, the reporter realised two things.
One, she had been akumatized.
And two...
She recorded the whole thing.
And here she was, lying on the bed and fingering herself like a maniac as she watched the recording over and over again, masturbating like there was no tomorrow, watching her evil, akumatized self dominating the fuck out of those bitches(and Adrien) before doming the hell out of Ladybug only to be dominated by Chat Noir, before the akuma was purified.
"God, I'm such a slut," she moaned as she watched the recording. "Look at how I'm taking it. That cock is so fucking huge...fuck..."
Alya had always had a thing for superheroes. It was one of the reasons why she had been so obsessed with Ladybug and her blog. But now, seeing Chat Noir fuck her akumatized self while Ladybug sit on her face...
That was a whole other level.
And checking the comments, seeing the views, the reactions, the number of people who liked her video as the akumatized girl was getting pounded into a mess, all the praise and support, the encouragement and the lust...
It was the biggest rush.
She had been doing a good job, being a reporter and a superhero. But now, after seeing the reaction from the public, her viewers...
Alya has never felt better.
Maybe she should put an NSFW section on her blog that catalogues how well the heroes fuck down their enemies? With pic and video evidence, of course. Maybe the next time the heroes had to defeat an akuma, Alya should watch from the sidelines and masturbate furiously as they fucked the shit out of the akumatized villain?
Maybe she should post pictures of herself with the heroes, just to rub it in Chloe's face, and tell her to go fuck herself?
Alya came with a loud, piercing scream, her juices splashing on her own hands as she fell onto her back, her chest rising and falling as she panted, her glasses falling off her face as she smiled.
'Fuck, I should get akumatized more often...'
-x-X-x-
Chloe:
Chloé Bourgeois lounged atop her beloved Adrikins like a queen upon her throne, her body draped across his bare chest with all the ownership and entitlement that was her birthright. The soft, ambient glow of her penthouse suite's chandeliers caught the sheen of her white satin nightdress, the luxurious material doing absolutely nothing to contain the bounty beneath it.
After that wretched akumatized upstart had dared—dared to humiliate her in front of her subjects, she had graciously allowed Adrien to stay the night. Such a terrifying experience required comfort, after all. And really, it was just like the good old days.
Just like the good old days, they were all tangled together in her king-sized bed—her dear sister snuggled against Adrien's side, that useless Sabrina pressed against her own back like the loyal lapdog she was, while Chloé herself claimed the most important position: directly on top of her Adrikins, her chest pressed firmly against his face, her arms wrapped possessively around his neck, their legs intertwined in a possessive tangle.
Adrien was, of course, shirtless. His bare chest was a canvas of masculine perfection, and Chloé's manicured fingertip traced lazy patterns across his chiselled abs, each ridge and valley a testament to years of whatever modelling contracts demanded of him. His pecs were perfectly sculpted, his obliques sharp enough to cut glass, his eight-pack so defined that she could count each individual muscle through his warm, golden skin. The way his heartbeat thrummed beneath her touch was like music. The warm breath he exhaled against her cleavage was a symphony.
She herself was a vision in white satin—a nightdress that reached her knees but somehow still struggled to contain what lay beneath. The fabric stretched taut across her chest, her breasts pressing against the material in a perpetual state of near-escape. Her nipples, visible through the thin fabric, were already hard, whether from the chill of the air conditioning or the proximity of her Adrikins, she neither knew nor cared.
She gazed down at his sleeping face. His soft blond hair fanned across her pillow like spun gold. His peaceful expression, the quiet rhythm of his breathing, the way his chest rose and fell beneath her—it was all perfect.
She was perfect.
Everyone knew this. From the crown of her perfectly styled blonde hair to the tips of her impeccably pedicured toes, Chloé Bourgeois was fucking perfect.
She was the daughter of the Mayor. She wore the most expensive labels, adorned herself in the finest jewelry, occupied the highest social stratum, and was the envy of every unwashed peasant at that pathetic excuse for a school.
Chloé was the Alpha Bitch. The Queen. The Apex Predator. Anyone who dared challenge her, who failed to show proper deference, who had the audacity to stand up to her, would find themselves crushed beneath her heel—verbally, socially, and on her more generous days, physically.
So, naturally, she deserved only the best.
The best clothes. The best jewellery. The best food. The best grades (purchased at considerable expense, but that was simply efficient resource management).
And the best boyfriend.
'I have loved Adrien Agreste since the moment we first met, and I have always known I would marry him," she had declared countless times, to anyone who would listen and especially to those who wouldn't. "Some people—like my useless, beta male cuckold of a father—would call it a crush. Others call it codependence. But I know what it is. I've read every storybook ever written, and in every single one, the smoking hot princess ends up with her sexy stud. And I am clearly royalty! Our relationship is true love! And I will cut any bitch who says otherwise!'
She genuinely could not comprehend why anyone doubted their relationship. It was the greatest love story ever told. A match made in heaven. It was only a matter of time before they married and she officially became Chloé Agreste.
And yet.
And yet.
Time and time again, Chloé had watched a parade of sluts, bitches, and skanks circle her Adrikins like vultures around fresh carrion. Each one thinks they could take what belonged to her.
But none were as persistent, as successful, as that baker's brat.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
A year ago, Chloé couldn't have cared less about the worthless nobody who somehow deluded herself into thinking she could exist in the same vicinity as Chloé Bourgeois. She was just another peasant. Another bug to be stepped on. Far, far below Chloé's notice.
But lately, it seemed the invertebrate had sprouted ovaries and developed delusions of grandeur. She had started actually succeeding in capturing Adrikins' attention. She had somehow—through what Chloé could only assume was witchcraft or demonic intervention—transformed herself into competition.
And Chloé was having none of it.
She didn't know why she hadn't crushed the insect sooner. It didn't matter. What mattered was that the pathetic little bug needed to learn her place and stay firmly within it.
But now...
Chloé gazed down at her sleeping Adrikins, a dreamy smile softening her usually sharp features.
She was so lucky to have him. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she would not—would not—allow some commoner brat to take him away.
Still, she indulged herself with fantasies. After she had thoroughly and permanently put the bug back in her proper place, after she and Adrien were married, perhaps—perhaps—she would be magnanimous enough to allow the baker's daughter a taste of what she could never truly have. Maybe, if the bitch was really, really lucky, Chloé would let her eat Adrien's cum right out of her cunt. Maybe they could even have a three-way.
Why not?
She was a benevolent and generous queen, after all. Willing to share her kingdom with those inferior beings who knew their place and didn't forget the chain of command. Like her sister. Like her friend Sabrina. Like all the others who had learned to orbit her sun without ever daring to approach too closely.
If Adrien wanted a harem, or just a girlfriend and a few carefully selected mistresses, Chloé was perfectly fine with that.
He deserved only the best, after all.
'And Ladybug is the best of them all,' she thought, unconsciously pressing her chest more firmly against his sleeping face. The heroine's figure materialised in her mind's eye with crystalline clarity—those beautiful, expressive blue eyes, that toned and shapely warrior's body, those thick thighs that could probably crush a man's head between them, that plump, juicy ass that Chloé had studied extensively in every news photo and fan forum.
-x-X-x-
Consciousness returned slowly, first as a feeling of warmth and weight. A deep, comfortable pressure on my chest. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, the opulent hotel room coming into fuzzy focus, and looked down. A spill of messy blonde hair fanned across my skin, and it all came rushing back.
After the Lady Wifi chaos, Chloé had been… insistent. The pout, the dramatic shivers, the way she'd clutched my shirt and whispered that only her "prince" could make her feel safe. I never could say no to her, not really. So I'd agreed to stay. And of course, Zoé and Sabrina had joined, leading to the inevitable conclusion: all four of us in Chloé's king-sized bed.
We used to do this as kids, but back then it was just a tangle of limbs and giggles. Now… now it was different. We were bigger. The space felt smaller, infinitely more intimate. I was the anchor in the middle, and they had molded themselves around me in the night.
Zoé was curled against my right side, her body a soft, warm curve. Her arm was draped over my waist, her hand resting low on my stomach, her fingers splayed. I could feel every slow, deep breath she took, the gentle swell of her breasts pressing firmly into my ribcage. Her scent, something like vanilla and sleep, filled the air around me.
On my left, Sabrina had tangled herself with me in a way that was surprisingly deliberate. Her slender legs were woven between mine, the bare, silky skin of her inner thighs pressing against my leg with a heat that was impossible to ignore. Every slight shift she made sent a tiny, electric jolt through me.
But it was Chloé who held me captive. She was draped half on top of me, her head nestled in the hollow of my neck, her warm breath ghosting over my collarbone. One of her hands was possessively on my chest, her thumb absently stroking a slow, circular pattern over my pec. She murmured in her sleep, a husky, unintelligible whisper against my skin that made my breath catch.
A slow, heavy warmth was pooling in my gut, a familiar tension coiling low. I was acutely aware of every point of contact: the softness of Zoé's chest, the heat of Sabrina's thighs, the weight of Chloé on top of me. I was surrounded, trapped in the most delicious way possible.
I knew I should move. I should slip out from under them, try to salvage some semblance of control. But the idea was laughable. Why would I ever want to escape this?
A lazy, primal thought formed in my mind, fueled by the scent of their perfume and the heat of their bodies. *This is what it must feel like to be wanted. To be needed.*
And heaven had nothing on this.
-x-X-x-
Eventually, the peaceful moment was shattered as Zoé began to stir. Instead of pulling away, she pressed closer, nuzzling her face deeper into the crook of my neck. The heat of her breath sent a sharp, pleasant shiver straight down my spine. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a blissful second, she simply savoured the feeling—warm, secure, and tangled up with me.
Then, reality clicked into place. I felt the exact moment her mind caught up with her body, registering where she was and exactly who she was wrapped around. A warm flush bloomed across her cheeks, visible even in the soft morning light.
But she didn't pull away. She didn't scramble out of bed in a fluster. No, she… stayed. Her face remained tucked against my neck, her body a deliberate, warm weight against mine. She was perfectly still and silent, playing possum. If not for the quickening pulse I could feel where her chest pressed against my side and the soft puff of her breath on my skin, I might have believed she was still asleep.
She wasn't. Her heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
Before I could even consider breaking the silence or offering a comforting word, a sleepy groan gently sounded from my other side. Sabrina's eyes fluttered open, her gaze a little hazy at first until it settled right on mine. For a moment, there was only silence—just the soft fog of sleep. Then, understanding washed over her like a cool splash of water.
Her eyes flew wide, her face turning a spectacular shade of beet-red. In a frantic flail of limbs, she launched herself out of the bed, nearly strangling herself in the sheets as she stumbled backwards.
"S-s-s-sorry, Adrien! I didn't mean to— I wasn't—!" she stammered, her voice a high-pitched squeak. She waved her hands in a panic, as if trying to physically erase the last few minutes, her entire posture screaming mortified embarrassment as she scrambled to put distance between herself and the bed.
Seeing Sabrina's panic, I knew I had to act fast. I couldn't move much with Chloé and Zoé still pinning me, but I turned my head just enough to meet Sabrina's wide, terrified eyes. I gave her the softest, most reassuring smile I could muster—the one my photographer always called "disarmingly genuine."
"Sabrina, it's okay," I said, my voice a low, calm murmur, careful not to wake Chloé. "Really. There's nothing to apologise for. We all fell asleep. It was... nice."
I put every ounce of sincere warmth into that last word. I saw the rigid tension in her shoulders ease slightly. Her frantic hand-waving slowed.
"Yeah, but... I was... all over you..." she whispered, her face still flushed, but now with a hint of shame instead of pure panic.
I let out a soft, quiet chuckle. "I didn't mind. It was like old times, just... cosier." I shifted my gaze slightly, including the still-frozen Zoé in my comment without directly calling her out. "It's good to know some things don't change."
Both girls blushed furiously, the colour spreading down their necks as they averted their gazes. Sabrina's gaze dropped to the floor, a small, flustered smile playing on her lips as she fidgeted with the hem of her sleep shirt.
"I'm... glad it wasn't weird," she murmured, the words barely audible, even in the quiet of the room. From the corner of my eye, I saw Zoé's ears turn a bright pink. She kept her face hidden in my neck, and a slight twitch of her fingers against my chest betrayed her nerves.
As we were talking, I could feel Chloé stir.
"Adrikins," She grumbled in her sleep, shifting her weight as her hand slid further down my chest, her palm resting dangerously close to the waistband of my boxers. A rush of heat flooded my cheeks.
'Holy shit.'
"Mm... so warm," she continued, her voice thick and husky with sleep. I could feel every puff of air against my skin, and a shudder ran through me, an electric thrill dancing down my spine.
Fuck, she was killing me.
Well, if she's going to be like this, might as well get on with the day.
Decision made, I shifted my weight as my hands found themselves on her plush hips, taking a sec to enjoy the feel of how her soft, curvaceous figure felt in my hands before picking her up with ease as Zoé and Sabrina watched on in surprise.
"Hey, what the—!"Chloé squirmed, her voice a panicked squeak as I lifted her up, her body instinctively wrapping around me as her legs went around my waist, her arms clinging tightly to my shoulders, her face buried in the crook of my neck.
"Getting us out of bed," I replied, chuckling at the way she had wrapped herself around me. "I'm hungry, and I'm sure you three are too. Come on, we have a busy day ahead of us."
Chloé's face was bright red, her face cycling through several expressions before grinning, her signature smirk gracing her features, as if she'd been expecting this the whole time.
"Very well, then. You're lucky that you have such a forgiving and benevolent Queen, Adrikins," she declared, though I could see the smile tugging at the corner of her lips, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she held on tightly, taking full advantage of the opportunity to cling to me. "Now, carry me off to breakfast."
"You got it," I chuckled, a smirk of my own tugging at my lips, as I held onto her. Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, and her soft, warm curves pressed against my chest and stomach. If it weren't for the layers of fabric between us, I'd be able to feel the heat of her skin on mine.
I felt Zoé's gaze burning a hole in my back. Sabrina's blush hadn't faded. I could only imagine what they were thinking, and honestly, the thought sent a thrill through me.
'Fuck, this is gonna be a long day.'
-x-X-x-
The ride to school was, thankfully, uneventful, though a bit more cramped, since Chloe was sitting on my lap the whole time. Even with the limo's spacious seating, Chloe had refused to let go since we had woken up. It seems she was still a bit shaken from the Akuma attack.
And I couldn't blame her, either. What happened was traumatic, and seeing your friend, who was also a superhero, getting their powers stolen wasn't exactly something anyone would want to see. So, I had decided to indulge her, allowing her to sit on my lap the whole ride to school.
Might have been a mistake, though, because I was struggling to keep my hormones in check as Chloe was grinding her phat, soft ass against my crotch, her hands placed on my thighs.
I had no idea how she was doing this, but with each bump or sudden stop, she would rub her ass against my crotch. The way she was moving her hips and grinding her plump, juicy behind into me was driving me insane. Her movements were so subtle and natural that no one else would have even noticed. But I did, and the sensations were incredible.
'Is she doing this on purpose?' I wondered, trying not to let it show, as the idea that Chloe was doing this deliberately was a bit crazy, considering her character, and yet, I couldn't shake the thought.
Even so, she acted as if nothing was amiss, even holding a casual conversation with the others while keeping me trapped beneath her. And, as far as I could tell, the others didn't seem to notice, or at least, they weren't letting on that they did.
The drive seemed to last forever, and by the time we arrived at school, I was practically dying from sexual frustration.
Well, if she's going to tease, might as well return the favour.
I shifted my hips, I pushed forward, my semi-hard bulge rubbing against her ass and causing her to let out a cute squeak and freeze up, the blush on her cheeks darkening considerably as she realised that I was hard.
"Hey, are you alright, Chloe?" I asked, a teasing tone in my voice as I looked at her. She was sitting there, frozen, her face flushed, her eyes wide, her breathing erratic as she realised what had just happened.
"I-I'm fine, Adrikins," she stammered, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red, the blush spreading down her neck and over her collarbone, her expression one of embarrassment and arousal as I begin to grind against her, the feel of her round, plump behind was enough to make me throb.
"Are you sure? You look a bit flustered," Zoe asked, complaisantly oblivious to what was happening as I continued grinding against Chloe.
"W-well, of course, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" Chloe said, trying to act as normal as possible, even though she was blushing like crazy. "It's not like anything is wrong! Everything's perfect, right, Adrikins?"
"Of course, everything's perfect, right, Chloe?" I smirked, giving her a sly wink, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips as I ground against her, the feeling was incredible, the scent of her arousal filling the air, and the look on her face was enough to drive a man mad.
"R-right, Adrikins. Everything's perfect," she breathed, the words coming out as a husky, almost moan, her expression one of arousal and desire, the blush on her cheeks was a deep crimson, her eyes wide and glassy. "E-everything's... perfect."
The other girls didn't seem to notice or were trying not to pay attention, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, as I continued grinding against Chloe, enjoying the feeling of her plump, juicy behind.
God, her ass was a perfect fit against me. The soft, incredible pressure of it grinding back on my cock was a special kind of torture. I could smell the faint, sweet scent of her perfume mixed with something else—something uniquely her—and it was fucking intoxicating.
Every shift of her hips sent a jolt straight through me. 'So warm... so unbelievably soft.' I lost myself in the rhythm, the friction building a low heat in my gut. A rough, involuntary groan rumbled in my chest before I could stop it. I felt her flinch, then still, a deep blush spreading across her neck.
Shit. Too much.
But then I felt it. A subtle, deliberate push back. Not an accident. A response.
The realization hit me like a live wire. She's doing this on purpose.
Chloé was grinding against me. The pressure was undeniable now, a silent, brazen challenge. The air grew thick, charged with the proof of it—her quickening breath, the deepening flush on her skin. Another, lower growl escaped me, this one full of intent.
The limo finally shuddered to a halt. I broke the contact, but kept my hands locked on her hips, holding her there for a beat too long as I stood. I guided her out with me, my body a cage around hers.
She turned to face me, and the look in her eyes was pure, undiluted danger—a predator's gaze that promised a fight I desperately wanted to have. A slow, wicked smile curled her lips as her tongue darted out, wetting them with a hunger that mirrored my own.
"Come on," I said, my voice deceptively light as I smoothed my jacket. "We're going to be late for class."
The game was on. And if she wanted to play, I was more than ready to win.
-x-X-x-
Class was a special kind of hell, as the seats on either side were occupied by Chloé and Zoe, leaving me sandwiched between them as Miss Bustier was lecturing about some historical event.
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It wouldn't be as bad if Miss B didn't spend the whole time bending over to write notes on the board, giving everyone a clear view of her round, supple behind. While Miss B's milkiers were her most defining feature, her butt wasn't exactly lacking, either, as her tight black pencil skirt perfectly framed her shapely, peach-shaped ass, and it was impossible not to stare.
Hell, the whole class was ogling her as everyone couldn't help but sneak a glance at the way her skirt hugged her firm, plump cheeks, the way it showed off the smooth, creamy expanse of her legs. The likes of Marintte, Zoe & Sabrina had their eyes glued to her ass; the blush on their faces was unmistakable.
While the likes of Nina & Alya made very little effort to hide the way they were eyeing their teacher's shapely figure, their gazes shamelessly roaming over her.
As for Chloé, she looked positively green with envy, as she glared at her teacher before muttering something about 'cows' and 'sluts' under her breath, even though her eyes were still on her behind.
I felt a hot flush of my own creep up my neck. I tried to focus on the board, on the notes about the French Revolution, but my eyes kept being dragged back like a magnet. Each time Miss Bustier leaned forward, a silent, collective pause seemed to fall over the room. The scratch of her chalk was the only sound, punctuated by the faint, restless shifting of students in our seats as we watched her ass move.
The whole class was turned on to hell and back by Miss B's display, and the air was thick with the scent of teenage hormones as we all stared at the sight. It was as if Miss Bustier knew exactly what she was doing and was intentionally teasing us, the way she swayed her hips, the way her skirt clung to her round, plump ass, the way she bent over, her cleavage threatening to spill out.
The shriek of the bell couldn't have come fast enough, and the collective sigh of relief echoed through the classroom as the thick, humid tension in the room dissipated as everyone scrambled to gather their books and escape.
I was already shoving my history book into my bag, eager to put some distance between myself and... that, when Miss Bustier's voice cut through the scraping of chairs. "Don't forget your essays on the Reign of Terror are due on Friday!"
No terror could be worse than this, I thought, walking past Miss Bustier, who was still giving her after-class reminder. As I turned to leave, my bag strap snagged on a desk, causing me to stumble and crash into Miss Bustier.
"Oof!"
The sound left both of us at once as the impact sent us toppling backwards. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around her, and before I knew it, I had fallen, and Miss Bustier was beneath me.
But hey, at least I landed on something soft. Like really soft? And warm? And squishy?
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My breath caught, my heart skipping a beat as I fully registered the position I was in as my face was pressed between her massive breasts, acting as a soft, pillowy cushion. All I could see was the smooth, pale expanse of her skin as her generous cleavage spilt out from her blouse, the soft, creamy curves of her breasts enveloping my face.
I could feel the frantic thrum of her heart pounding beneath her skin, the warmth radiating from her body, the delicate scent of her perfume filling my nose. Her breathing was uneven, her chest heaving with each breath, the gentle motion causing her breasts to press even more firmly against my face.
For a split second, I was frozen, completely unable to move. My face was burning, a hot flush creeping up my neck, as I became acutely aware of her thighs wrapped around my waist, her calves pressing against the backs of my legs, her skirt riding up dangerously high.
Panic was a live wire in my veins as I struggled to keep it together.
"Miss Bustier! I am so, so sorry! I'm so clumsy!" The words tumbled out in a rushed, mortified jumble as I pulled away from her breasts and managed to push myself up onto my knees, my eyes screwed shut to avoid looking at anything... inappropriate.
"Please forgive me, I'll get out of your way right away."
"No, no, it's quite alright, Adrien," Miss Bustier chuckled, her voice warm and reassuring. "You don't need to apologise. Accidents happen, and these things are bound to happen."
"Right, accidents, of course," I agreed, keeping my eyes shut as I scrambled to get off her, only to realise that the position we were in was a lot more intimate than I had first realised. "I... let me help you up!"
I stammered, blindly reaching for her hands and, before she could say something, I pulled her up with far more force than necessary, intending to be chivalrous and swift.
The result was catastrophic.
She came up fast, but my footing was unstable. My shoes slipped on the scattered papers, causing me to fall forward again. Just as she stood up, without even thinking, I grabbed the nearest thing I could, which just so happened to be Miss Bustier's shirt.
Big mistake.
The next thing I knew, her blouse tore right open.
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A loud, resounding RIIIIPPPPPP! filled the air as the buttons were ripped from their threads, sending them flying across the room, the torn fabric exposing the full glory of her bare breasts.
They were... they were huge, impossibly round and plump, her nipples hard and pink, the areolas puckered as they bounced in front of my eyes. They were easily the biggest pair I had ever seen, the sheer size and weight of them making it clear that they were one hundred per cent real.
'Oh shit...'
For a moment, neither of us moved, our minds struggling to comprehend what had just happened as those massive, pillowy breasts swayed hypnotically and seemed to get bigger with each passing second.
Thunk!
It took me a sec to realise that the thud was the sound of her colliding into me as her tits smashed against my chest, and the two of us went toppling backwards.
With a grunt, I managed to twist mid-fall, taking the brunt of the impact and protecting Miss Bustier. My hands, flailing for purchase, landed squarely on the curve of her hips, the tight pencil skirt leaving no room for imagination as the silky, smooth material slipped beneath my fingers, and the softness and warmth of her skin made me throb.
The sudden impact knocked the air out of her lungs, and the two of us were left gasping for breath, my hands gripping her hips tightly. The feeling of her soft, plump flesh was like heaven.
"Adrien, are you okay?" Miss Bustier's voice was thick with worry.
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"Yeah, I-" I managed to say, as I tried to catch my breath, only to realise that the position I was in was a lot more... compromising than I thought, and that the only thing separating my raging hard-on and the soft, heavenly warmth of her massive milkers was a thin layer of fabric as my erection was straining against my jeans, and pressed directly between her tits.
'It looks like she is giving me a tit job...'
The idea was so utterly lewd, and yet, it made my cock twitch as it throbbed and grew even harder. My face was burning, the flush spreading down my neck and over my chest, and the embarrassment was almost unbearable, as I couldn't tear my gaze away from her bare, bouncing breasts, the way they moved with each breath she took.
Bustier herself looked like she had just been run over by a truck, her cheeks a deep, scarlet red as she seemed to notice our position, and the way my throbbing, aching erection was pressed firmly against her heaving chest, her massive tits squeezing me, the incredible pressure and heat was enough to make me go insane, and I could feel the way she was trembling, the way her breathing was erratic, the way her heart was racing.
But she made no move to stop me.
The silence in the classroom was deafening, the air heavy with tension. For a moment, neither of us moved, both of us frozen in place, our bodies pressed together.