I moaned as I rolled onto my back, my eyes fluttering open. The sheets had been kicked to the side, and my naked form was covered in a sheen of sweat. The morning sun was already a nuisance, blasting through the floor-to-ceiling windows and directly into my eyes.
My muscles were sore from the night before. I'd had quite the workout, and now, I was feeling it.
"Ugh," I groaned, my mind still fuzzy as I tried to wake up. "What a dream."
Then I looked down.
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Crouched between my legs, her red-painted lips stretched obscenely around the base of my morning-hard cock, was Nathalie. She was naked, her perfect, creamy skin on full display, her breasts pressed against my thighs, and her ass up in the air. Her dark eyes flicked up to meet mine as she worked, her throat constricting in a slow, rhythmic pulse that sent jolts of pure, electric pleasure straight to my brain. She reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand, never breaking her rhythm.
"N-Nat?" I choked out, my voice a strangled whisper. The shock of seeing her there was quickly being incinerated by the overwhelming sensation. She gave my balls a comforting, grounding squeeze, and my mind went blank. Judging by how unbelievably sensitive I already was, she must have been at this for a while, working over my morning wood until I was a panting, desperate mess.
She held my gaze for a moment, then her brow arched, as if deciding it was time to wrap this up and start my day.
With a final, deliberate motion, she slid her mouth down, taking me all the way to the base. Her throat constricted around my shaft, a tight, vibrating, wet heat that made my vision go white. My back arched off the bed, my hands fisting the sheets in a white-knuckled grip as I tried to rip them apart. A red-hot, boiling pressure was building in my core. My six-pack flexed, every muscle coiling.
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With a guttural moan, I came. It wasn't a normal release; it was a volcanic eruption. Thick, sticky ropes of cum pulsed from my tip, filling her mouth, spilling over her lips. Nathalie didn't flinch. She simply relaxed her throat, and with six loud, deliberate gulps, swallowed every drop. She pulled back slowly, her lips slick, and sucked up a stray bead of cum from my soaked, twitching cockhead.
"Good morning, Adrien," she said, her voice as cool and professional as ever, even as a thick, long arc of cum suddenly shot from my still-hard dick, splattering against her neck and shoulder.
"Your mother wanted me to wish you a happy birthday for her." She stood up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, leaving a trail of my seed smeared across her face. "There will be no photoshoots after school today. Ms Agreste has arranged a special celebration for you tonight, and you should be home by 7 pm sharp."
I nodded dumbly, my mind still reeling from what had just happened, my breath still ragged, and my body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
"Will she be back in time for my party?" I asked, my voice hopeful, though deep down, I already knew the answer.
"No," Nathalie said, her voice firm, but not unkind. "There was a sudden emergency, and she had to fly out last night. She tried to reschedule for next month, but the board insisted."
I tried to hide my disappointment, but Nathalie had always been able to read me like a book. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, taking my hand in hers.
"I know it's not the same, and I'm sorry, Adrien. I promise you'll have a great birthday, and your mother will try her best to make it up to you."
I just gave a sad smile, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and resentment towards my mom for not being there. She was always so busy, working overseas or meeting with clients, that she barely had time for me anymore.
It was foolish to get my hope up, and I should have known better, but I couldn't help it. It was my birthday, and I just wanted my mother to be here.
Nat must have sensed my distress, because she gave me a gentle smile and a reassuring squeeze of my hand.
"She's also said that it's my job to make sure you have a wonderful birthday. Anything you want, anything at all, just name it, and I'll make sure it happens."
My mind immediately went to the gutter, and I had a hard time not staring at Nathalie's tits and thinking about the things I wanted to do to them.
"You said anything I wanted. For my birthday. And I want—" I swallowed, watching a thick drip of cum slide slowly down her collarbone. "I want to wake up like this. Every morning. Not just today."
The silence was agonising. The seconds stretched out like hours. I was about to take it back, say I'd just been joking, when Nathalie nodded, her expression shifting to one of understanding. Then Nathalie reached up, her fingers finding the streak of cum on her neck. She wiped it clean and brought her hand to her lips, sucking her finger clean with deliberate slowness.
"I suppose," she said finally, "it would be inefficient to reset your sleep cycle with a traditional alarm clock when this method has proven... effective."
"Is that a yes?" I asked, a hint of hope in my voice.
Nathalie gave me a small smile, the first real one I'd seen since last night, and the first she'd given me since I was a little boy. "Yes," she said. "But only if you're good. Now get dressed, or you'll be late for school."Nathalie said briskly. She swished out of the room, her hips swinging back and forth hypnotically, mouthwateringly as her perfectly-shaped ass jiggled from side to side.
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I watched her go, my cock already stirring again at the sight of her. I couldn't wait until morning came again.
Yet, I couldn't help but feel a hint of sadness as I'm reminded that she is only doing this cause my mom couldn't even be bothered to call me on my birthday.
I sighed dejectedly as I got out of bed and headed for the shower.
Another happy birthday.
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Nina stretched, a low groan escaping her as she rolled out of bed. Her hand snagged her glasses from the nightstand, and she shoved them onto her face, blinking owlishly at the morning light filtering through her blinds. She cracked her back with a satisfying pop, the motion making the loose tank top she'd slept in ride up, exposing a sliver of her toned stomach. Normally, she'd be all about a morning jerk to get the blood flowing, but not today. Today was too important.
She shuffled over to her dresser, her bare feet slapping against the worn wooden floor. Her eyes landed on the fancy, silver-framed photo sitting front and centre: her and her best bro, Adrien, arms slung over each other's shoulders, grinning like idiots at some long-forgotten joke.
"Happy birthday, bro," she murmured, her voice still rough with sleep.
Her grin widened. She could practically feel the good vibes rolling in. This was it. The big day. The day she'd been planning for weeks.
She'd found the perfect clubs—places with bass so heavy you could feel it in your bones, and bartenders who didn't ask too many questions about fake IDs. She'd scoped out the bars that served the kind of drinks that tasted like juice but hit like a truck. And for the grand finale? An after-hours club that was the hottest ticket in town.
It was going to be the night of their lives. Just two best friends, getting turnt and having the time of their lives.
He deserved it. After everything—his dad, his mom always being gone, the endless photoshoots, the suffocating mansion—Adrien deserved one day that was just fun. One day, when he could be a normal, stupid teenager and not Adrien-fucking-Agreste. It was gonna be the best day of his life, and she was gonna make sure of it!
But first…
She tugged on a fresh tank top, a thin, stretchy scrap of fabric that did absolutely nothing to contain the heavy, generous swell of her chest. Then she pulled on a pair of tight basketball shorts that hugged the thick, powerful curve of her hips, the fabric straining across her ass in a way that would make most guys do a double-take. She paused, catching her reflection in the mirror, and turned, craning her neck to get a good look at her backside. Her round, ebony cheeks, firm and full, pushed against the black material of her shorts, the seam riding up and giving a perfect view of their lush, jiggly shape. A wicked idea sparked in her amber eyes.
Biting her lip to stifle a snort, she dug through the drawers and pulled out a black marker, uncapping it with her teeth and setting to work as she snipped a pic.
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADRIEN!" she'd written in big, blocky letters across her bare cheeks, the words framed perfectly by her toned, athletic ass as she mooned the camera, her face twisted into a shit-eating grin.
She hit send before she could second-guess herself, laughing as she pictured his face when he opened it. He'd get all flustered, blush like a tomato, and stammer something about her being crazy. Maybe it would remind him of the other day, when she'd given him a private show right there in the hallway. The memory of it—the way his eyes had gone wide, the desperate little sounds he'd made—sent a small, satisfied thrill through her. It was gonna be hilarious.
So, what if he saw? It wasn't like they hadn't changed in front of each other before. Hell, she'd lost count of how many times she'd walked in on him, his perfect, lean body on full display as he casually showered or got dressed. It wasn't a big deal, and she was sure he wouldn't mind. Besides, it was just a harmless prank. A funny, harmless prank between best friends. There was absolutely no other reason she'd spent twenty minutes picking out the perfect angle, or that she'd felt a little thrill of heat shoot through her when she thought about him looking at the picture.
Nope. No way. She was just being a good bro. A really, really good bro.
She grabbed her keys, her grin firmly back in place, and bounded out the door, her mind already racing with the night's plans. This is going to be, without a doubt, the very best day ever.
She was going to make sure of it.
-x-X-x-
The locker slammed shut with more force than necessary. Nina was already there, leaning against the row of metal doors like she'd been waiting for hours instead of seconds, her arms crossed, her amber eyes doing that thing where they went from playful to predatory in the space between one blink and the next.
"You're cancelling."
It wasn't a question.
I opened my mouth—to explain, to apologise, to say something—but she was already moving, stepping into my space, close enough that I could smell whatever shampoo she'd used that morning, something coconut and sharp.
"Three weeks, Agreste." Her voice was low, dangerous, the kind of tone that usually preceded her doing something that would get both of us detention. "Three weeks I've been planning this. Calling in favours. Booking places that don't do bookings for people our age. You know how many bartenders I had to charm to get us into the Violet Room?"
"Fuck, Nina, I know, I just—"
"No." She jabbed a finger into my chest, hard enough to sting. "You don't get to 'I just' me. Not today. Not on this."
A group of freshmen scattered as they passed us, smart enough to recognize the danger radiating off her in waves. I almost envied them.
"Nina—"
"Do you remember what we said? When we were twelve?" Her voice cracked, just slightly, just enough to make my chest tighten. "Lying on your floor, eating stale chips, watching that shitty movie about the guys who—"
"Who goes to Vegas?" I finished, the memory settling over me like a blanket. "And we said—"
"That's when you turned seventeen, we were doing it properly." She grabbed my wrist, her fingers warm, her grip like iron. "No parents. No schedules. No fucking photoshoots. We rent out clubs, have the whole school dancing to our own personal soundtrack. We'd get drunk off our asses, and we'd stay there until sunrise, and the cops kicked us out. That was the plan."
"I know, I just—"
"You just what?" She threw her hands up. "You want to sit at home? Mope? Let her not being there win again?"
"That's not—"
"It is, Adrien. It's exactly that." She jabbed a finger into my chest, and I took a step back. "I'm not letting you cancel on me, and I'm sure as shit not gonna let you spend your birthday moping around like some sad puppy. So, get your head out of your ass, and let's go have fun. Cause we both deserve it."
I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. She had a point. Spending my birthday alone would just give my mom another excuse to not show up for a special occasion. If I just spent the day hanging out with Nina and her friends, and having fun, she'd have to deal with it.
"Look Nina, I—"
"W-Whoa—!"
The world tilted.
One second, Nina was standing in front of me, vibrating with barely contained fury. The next, there was a yelp, a flailing of limbs, and suddenly Marinette Dupain-Cheng was there, her bag flying, her legs tangling, her arms windmilling like she was trying to take flight.
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She didn't.
What she did was trip. Spectacularly. Her feet went out from under her, her body twisting mid-fall, and she landed—directly between us—with her ass in the air, her pigtails splayed across the floor, and her skirt riding up just enough to show the pale, smooth expanse of her thighs.
Right in front of my face.
-x-X-x-
I properly stay there, stunned for a moment, taking in the sight. I'd seen Marinette's butt plenty of times before, but never like this. From here, I could see the tiny, barely-there freckles that dotted the back of her legs. I could see the way her pink panties, simple, functional cotton, clung to the generous swell of her rear.
My hands twitched, my fingers flexing, itching to reach out, to touch as I could even see the subtle shadow where her plush cheeks met her thighs. I bit back a groan, the urge to squeeze, to palm her soft, supple flesh, growing stronger by the second.
Marinette, for her part, hadn't noticed the compromising position she was in. She seemed content to stay there, her face pressed against the linoleum floor, muttering to herself about how clumsy she was. I was content to stay there, my eyes locked on her ass, my cock already stirring at the sight of her perfect, creamy thighs.
"U-Um, h-hi!" I managed, tearing my gaze away from the intoxicating sight. "Are you ok, Marinette?"
That seemed to shake her out of her embarrassed daze, and she sat up quickly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. "O-Oh! Hi, Adrien! I-I mean, hello, Adrien. I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and—" The blush deepened, as she tugged absentmindedly at her skirt, trying to get it to cover just a little bit more of her thighs. "I was just— I mean, I didn't mean to— The floor is very... slippery. Today. It's slippery."
'So cute.' I thought, a small, genuine smile tugging at my lips. I had no idea how someone could be so adorable while also being so damn sexy. The way she was blushing and stammering, while simultaneously trying to pull her skirt down to hide her incredible ass, was almost too much. I felt my cock stir, throbbing in the confines of my jeans as my gaze was drawn back to the tantalising display.
"And I wanted to—I mean, I made you—well, I designed—"
"Adrikins!"
But before Marinette was able to get to the point, Chloé suddenly appeared and effortlessly hip-checked the girl out of the way, sending her tumbling again, the contents of her bag spilling out everywhere.
"Oops," Chloé said, not sounding very apologetic. "Sorry, Dupain-Cheng, Didn't see you down there. You're so just... short."
Before I could say anything, her arms were around me as she pulled me into a hug. Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm, her yellow jacket doing absolutely nothing to hide the generous curve of her tits, which were currently mashed against my chest.
"Happy birthday, Adrikins!" Then, without any warning, she grabbed my face and planted a kiss on my lips. It was not a peck, not a friendly kiss, but a real, honest-to-god lip lock. My eyes widened in surprise as she pulled me close. Her long, manicured fingers traced slow patterns across my back as her tongue danced with mine, coaxing me into a deeper kiss.
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I return the kiss with a low, possessive sound, my hands sliding down the smooth fabric of her jacket to find the curve of her hips. She gasps against my mouth, a tiny, victorious sound, and I use the moment to deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping in to taste the expensive lip gloss she always wears. My hands keep moving, sliding down the flare of her hips, over the taut fabric of her white pants, until I'm cupping the full, perfect globes of her ass.
Chloé moans into my mouth, a sound of pure, surprised pleasure. Her fingers curl into the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me there like she's afraid I might disappear. I squeeze, feeling the firm, pliant flesh give under my fingers, and she makes a sound that's half whimper, half laugh.
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When I finally pull back, her eyes are wide, her pupils blown, her cheeks a bright, gorgeous pink. Her lipstick is smeared, just a little, and she looks like she's won the lottery.
"Oh, Adrikins," she breathed, her voice a husky, satisfied purr. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "I am so sorry that Sabrina didn't carry your gift to school for you! It was just too big and heavy, even for a pathetic ox like her. But if you want, we can go to my place, and I can give you a hot... intimate... private gift..."
The air between us crackled. My cock, already stirring from the sight of Marinette's ass, was now a solid, aching presence in my jeans. I opened my mouth to respond, the promise of whatever she was offering already short-circuiting my brain.
"No way, girl bro." The voice cut through the haze like a bucket of ice water as Nina slid smoothly between us, her shoulder bumping Chloé's as she did so. "Adrien's coming out with me. And besides," She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, her lips quirked into a wicked smirk, "you wouldn't want to keep him from all the girls waiting to give him a birthday treat, would you?"
Chloé's eyes narrowed, a spark of annoyance flickering behind them. She looked like she was about to blow a gasket, her mouth opening to deliver a scathing retort, but Zoe and Sabrina came up and each put a hand on her shoulders, preventing her from acting rashly.
"I'll wait later, today then.." Chloé said, her voice filled with a strange, dark promise. With one last lingering look, she turned and stalked off, the sway of her hips more pronounced than usual as her two companions followed suit.
I sighed, my body sagging as the tension left me, and Nina gave me a little shove, shaking her head.
"You're welcome by the way," she said, rolling her eyes. "That girl is in desperate need of some D&M time, if you catch my drift."
"You have no idea," I agreed, watching Chloé's retreating form, the sway of her hips and the perfect curves of her ass, and imagining all the ways she could give me a "hot, intimate, private gift".
I shook the image from my mind, turning back to Marinette, who was still on the floor, picking up her spilt belongings. I crouched down and began gathering the scattered contents of her bag—notebooks, pencils, a small tin of mints, and a neatly wrapped package that I recognised as one of her designs. Her fingers brushed mine as we both reached for the same thing, and she jerked back like she'd been burned.
"S-sorry! I didn't—you can just—I'll get it—" She was already flustered, her cheeks that particular shade of pink that made me want to lean in and see if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
"It's okay." I picked up the package and held it out to her. "Here."
Her hands trembled as she took it. "I made you something. For your birthday. It's not—I mean, it's probably not as good as the stuff you're used to, from the designers and everything, but I thought—"
"Marinette."
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Her eyes widened in surprise as her rambling was suddenly cut short when I leaned in and gave her a gentle, chaste kiss on the lips, effectively silencing her the same way I did in the library. And like before, it was only supposed to be a quick peck, just a thank you for the thoughtful gift, but her soft, plump lips against mine were too enticing, and I found myself wanting more.
My hands slid around her waist, pulling her close as I deepened the kiss. Her lips parted willingly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. Her breath caught, a small gasp escaping her, and she melted into me, her body relaxing, molding itself to mine. I kissed her slowly, savouring the taste and feel of her, my tongue tracing lazy circles around hers.
It was like two parts of a puzzle clicking into place, like something had finally clicked, and we just fit together perfectly. My cock, already semi-hard from the sight of her ass and Chloé's teasing, was now throbbing painfully in the confines of my jeans.My hands slide down her back, over the soft fabric of her blouse, past the curve of her waist, until I feel the swell of her hips. She gasps when I grip her—a sharp, startled sound that turns into something lower when my fingers dig into the plush give of her ass.
I know I should stop. That this is getting way too heated, and we're in the middle of a crowded hallway, and people are probably staring. But I don't care. I can't stop. I can't let go. Her ass is so soft, so pliant, so perfectly shaped. My hands knead and squeeze, the way I've always imagined, and she lets out a low moan, her hips grinding against me, her fingers tangling in my hair.
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It's that little sound, the needy, desperate moan, that finally snaps me back to reality. I pull away, reluctantly, my lips lingering against hers, and rest my forehead against hers, our breath mingling, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded.
"Tonight," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. "I'll text you."
She nodded, unable to speak, and I watched her run off, taking in the delicious sight of her ass jiggling with each step as I imagined all the other things I could do to it.
I turned to Nina, my cock throbbing painfully, and the wicked smirk on her face told me she had seen the whole thing.
"Damn, Agreste. I had no idea you had it in you." Her eyes flicked down, and I knew she could see the massive, throbbing tent in my pants.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, and managed a shrug. "What can I say? It's a gift."
"Well, if you're going to be giving away gifts like that, we'd better get going." Nina gave a cheeky wink. "Plenty more girls to share your gift with, and I wanna get to them before Chloé does."
"What, like you?" I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on my lips.
"I've always said that the best birthday gifts come from friends." She "joked" back, her eyes glinting. "Hopefully you'll be able to learn how to kiss before tonight."
"What did you not see me back there? I was practically eating her alive!"
"Chlo Ho and Virgin Mari are like Z-tier compared to a girl with some actual experience and bite like yours truly. You might as well be a kid with a toy gun and think you're a pro because you saw your dad use it once."
"Them fighting words," I replied, narrowing my eyes. "How about this, I bet if I kiss you right now, you'll be the one begging for more."
"I'd like to see you try."
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With that, I closed the distance between us and pulled her close, capturing her lips with mine. Her lips are hot and demanding against mine, and there's none of Marinette's sweet hesitance here. Nina meets me blow for blow, her tongue sliding against mine with a confidence that makes my head spin. Her hands grip the front of my shirt, twisting the fabric, pulling me closer, and I groan into her mouth, my hands finding their way down to the firm, perfect globes of her ass.
She's so different from Marinette and Chloé—more aggressive, more assertive. Her lips move against mine like she's trying to devour me, her tongue plundering my mouth with a single-minded determination that makes my knees weak. She grinds against me, her hips moving in a sinuous, hypnotic rhythm as she pulls me closer, and I can feel the hard, insistent heat of.
Her teeth graze my lower lip, and she pulls back just enough to smirk. "Told you. Kid with a toy gun."
I answer by spinning her, pressing her back against the lockers with a dull clang, my body pinning hers. Her eyes go wide for a split second before I capture her mouth again, deeper this time, my hands sliding down to grip her thighs, lifting her slightly, spreading her legs so she wraps them around my waist. Her skirt rides up, her bare thighs hot against my hips, and she's making these sounds now, desperate little whimpers that I swallow greedily.
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It's a battle, a competition, and I'm determined to win. My tongue explores her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, and she writhes against me, my cock straining through the thin fabric of her skirt, her thighs flexing, her hips bucking. My hands find her ass again, gripping and squeezing, and she groans, a low, needy sound, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
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When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard as if we've just run a marathon. Nina's eyes are hazy, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and slick with saliva. She looks absolutely wrecked. And I feel the same. My cock is so hard, so achingly sensitive, it's like I'm about to burst.
"So...," I gasped, grinning. "Who's the kid with a toy gun now?"
That seemed to snap her out of her lust-fuelled trance and brought back her usual snark and teasing.
"Ha! You're lucky I'm feeling generous, or else I would've wiped the floor with you. But seriously, though, you got some serious game, Agreste."She backhandedly complimented me, her lips curved into a wicked grin. "Keep it up, and you might actually score big tonight."
Right, we kinda lost track of the time of what we were actually doing before the kiss.
"Look, I-"
Ring Ring
But the moment was already over as the bell suddenly rang, signalling the end of the period and the start of the next.
"Shit! Ms Bustier's gonna kill us if we're late!"
Nina's eyes widened in realisation, and without another word, she grabbed my hand and dragged me along the hallway, running towards our class.
"C'mon, dude, let's go! We're gonna be late!"
I ran along beside her, the feeling of her hand in mine, her fingers intertwined with mine, sending a thrill through me.
'Maybe,' I thought, 'just maybe, tonight might actually be fun.'
And as I sat through the boring class, thinking about the day's events, I couldn't help but wonder just what sort of surprises tonight might bring.
What's the worst that could happen?
-x-X-x-
When the final bell rang, it felt like a relief. After that whole "mess" of a day, I just needed some air, some space, and a break from everything for the rest of the afternoon.
But I didn't get far before someone stopped me at the front gate.
"Agreste."
Her voice cut cleanly through the noise of students pouring out of the building. Kagami Tsurugi waited beneath the iron archway, her school bag slung over one shoulder, standing so straight she almost looked like a statue.
"Captain," I said, trying to play it cool with a smirk I didn't really mean. I stopped a few feet away and shoved my hands into my pockets so she wouldn't see how tense I was. "Here to challenge me again? It's been a long day, so I might have to reschedule."
"No." Her vermilion eyes fixed on me, unreadable as always. "Merely to wish you a happy birthday."
I blinked. "Oh. Uh. Thanks."
"Your mother couldn't make it." Not a question. A statement of fact, delivered with the same precision as a lunge.
"Yeah, well." I shrugged, trying to mask the ache in my chest. "You know how it is."
"I do." Something flickered across her face—brief, almost vulnerable, then gone. "My mother is also overseas. Business. It seems we share that particular disappointment."
The noise of the crowd seemed to fade. For a moment, it was just the two of us beneath the iron archway, two heirs to lonely empires, standing too close and saying too little.
"You should still celebrate," she said finally. "It would be a shame to waste a day like this."
"Yeah, about that." I let out a small, awkward laugh. "It's just going to be Nino and me. Drinks, games, nothing fancy. You should come."
"Unfortunately, such frivolities are forbidden." Her jaw tightened. "Though I admit… the thought of sharing a drink with you does hold some appeal."
Before I could respond, she reached for her duffel bag. My foot caught on the strap—the one I hadn't seen lying on the ground behind her.
Everything tilted.
I flailed, grabbing for anything to stop my fall, and my hands found her shoulders. Her eyes went wide, that cool composure shattering for one perfect second.
We went down.
The landing knocked the air from my lungs, but somehow, the ground felt softer than it should have. It took me a dazed moment to realize Kagami had broken my fall. And I had broken hers.
We ended up tangled together on the cobblestones, my chest pressed against hers, her long legs wrapped around my waist from the awkward fall. My hands were planted on either side of her head, our faces inches apart. Her dark hair fanned out against the grey stones, and for the first time since I'd known her, her sharp, judging look was gone.
Replaced by surprise.
And something else. Something vulnerable.
"S-sorry!" I stammered, trying to push myself up. But my arms were still shaky from the fall, and my palms slipped on the damp stones. Instead of rising, I sank lower, my hips pressing down against hers.
That's when I felt it.
For a moment, I was too shocked to understand what the hard, insistent pressure against my thigh was. My brain, usually so quick, so sharp, had short-circuited entirely. Then the blood rushing in my ears faded, and I became acutely, devastatingly aware of my own heartbeat pounding in my chest. In my throat.
And lower.
Much lower.
My bulge, which had been semi-soft when I'd tripped, was now rock-hard, straining against the confines of my jeans and pressing against the heat between her thighs as it was ready to breed the Japanese girl.
'Why does this always happen to me?'
Kagami's breath caught, a flush creeping into her pale cheeks. She was looking at me, her lips parted, and there was something in her eyes as neither of us could move, my body pinning hers like I was ready to mating press her right here and now.
The moment hung between us, tense and silent. Kagami's vermilion eyes, which were usually sharp and watchful, looked wide and unfocused. Her lips were parted in a way I had never seen before. The blush on her pale cheeks had crept down her neck and vanished under the collar of her school blouse.
And my cock was still pressed against her.
Fuck. Move. Move now.
I scrambled off her, and the sudden loss of warmth was almost painful. My hands, still tingling from where they had gripped her hips, hovered uselessly in the air while I tried to figure out what to do.
"Here, let me," I stammered, reaching out my hand to her. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. Help her up, pretend the last thirty seconds hadn't happened, and try to save whatever dignity we had left.
Her gaze snapped to my offered hand like it was a weapon.
"I don't need assistance."
Her words were ice. Pure, practised Kagami ice. But the tremor underneath—the way her voice cracked on the last syllable—gave her away completely.
She pushed herself up without touching me, her movements jerky and unusually clumsy. Her duffel bag strap caught on her shoe, and she yanked it free so hard that it slid across the cobblestones, scattering loose papers everywhere.
"Shit," I muttered, crouching down to help gather her things.
"I said I don't—"
"I know what you said." I kept my voice low, calm, stacking her fencing manuals into a neat pile. "But I'm not going to just stand here while your stuff blows away."
She went rigid above me. I could feel her staring, almost able to sense the conflict behind those beautiful, furious eyes. Part of her wanted to shove me away and pretend nothing had happened, while another part was still processing the feeling of my—
Don't think about it. Don't think about how she felt. Don't think about the heat.
I finished gathering her papers, stood up, and held them out to her. She snatched them from my hands without a word, shoving them into her bag with sharp, jerky motions.
"The fault was mine," she said finally, not looking at me. "My bag strap. I should have been more aware of my surroundings."
"That's not—"
"It is." She slung her bag over her shoulder, her spine straightening into that perfect, unbending posture I knew so well. I could see her mask returning, piece by piece. "We are both at fault. The matter is settled."
"Kagami—"
"Goodbye, Agreste."
She walked away.
And yes—yes—I watched her ass as she left.
I'm only human.
Those perfect, compact curves moved under her school skirt with each step, the fabric clinging to shapes that seemed impossible on someone so lean. I remembered how they felt pressed against me, her warmth seeping through both our clothes—
Stop it.
I dragged a hand down my face and let out a long, slow breath.
"Welp," Plagg's voice drifted up from my bag, dripping with amusement, "that went well."
"Shut up, Plagg."
"I'm just saying. For a guy who just had a hot girl's legs wrapped around him, you look remarkably like someone who got hit by a truck."
"Shut. Up. Plagg."
He snorted. "Hey, I'm on your side. At least you didn't end up with your dick in her mouth, like someone we know. Though I gotta say, that would have been pretty fun to watch."
I gave no answer as I walked to my limo, a bit faster than usual, as if I could outrun my embarrassment.
'Can this birthday get any worse?'
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The drive home was blessedly silent, my driver knowing me well enough to respect my need for quiet. Honestly, this whole birthday thing wasn't going quite as planned. Not that I was expecting my mom to come or anything, but maybe a quick message from her wouldn't have been amiss.
And now with the thing with Kagami, well, it felt like the universe was telling me that maybe today wasn't meant to be celebrated.
I might as well sleep through the whole thing and try again next year. But I would need to jerk off at least eighteen more times before going back outside. I might get another blowjob from Nathalie. The again, I was hardly in the mood for it.
Still, the idea of having Nathalie suck me off while thinking of Ladybug was too enticing to give up. Maybe I would ask her about it once we were inside the house.
A loud blast of music caught my attention as the limo pulled up the circular driveway to the front gate of the Agreste Mansion, and Plagg and I leaned over the seat to see what was going on.
"Dude, there's a rave in your front yard." The black cat kwami poked his head out the window. "And it looks like all the kids from your school are here."
"What the fuck?"
I got out of the limo, my mind racing. It didn't make sense. No one could just throw a rave in a private residence. How did everyone even get here? But sure enough, the whole school seemed to have shown up at my house. There were people I didn't even recognise as they danced, drank, and made out under the strobe lights and the thumping bass.
"Surprise!" They cheered, causing me to jump a bit. "Happy Birthday, Adrien!"
'When the hell did they manage to set all this up?' I was shocked and touched, and a little bit worried about what my mom or Nat would say.
"Hey, hey, hey, Birthday Boy!" Suddenly, a human-sized bubble came floating towards me. It popped, revealing an odd woman with light blue pastel skin and white hair styled in large, voluminous buns like bubble wands, and in an outfit best described as...freeform? The form-fitting red armour was more of a bikini than anything else, with her midriff bare and the breastplate barely holding her massive rack as her phat ass was barely covered by the metal, thong-like garment, with a long tail coming out from the back. Her bubble wand staff was the length of her body and was currently propped on her shoulder as she grinned rather cheekily at me.
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"Glad to see you made it." She said, her voice smooth and bubbly. "I was afraid that the surprise party was going to end up a dud. But, luckily, it seems that everything worked out perfectly. No need to thank me. Just doing what I do best. Bubbling and partying, am I right? You're going to have a good time tonight. That, I can promise."
It took me a while to realise who the weird girl was, but once she did, I could not help but let out a gasp of shock.
"N...Nina?"
"It's Bubbler now, Adrien. Or B for short. Remember? I'm your Fairy Godmother. And today, I've brought all of your homies together for one sole purpose." As she talked, her magic bubble wand moved with her words and gestures as she used it like a striper's pole, showing off her bubble-like assets. "TO PARTY, HARD!"
As she yelled the last two words, the bubble wand blasted out a burst of pink bubbles, which exploded and shot out fireworks as the crowd cheered. But couldn't notice something...off with them. It was...how to put it...like under a spell as people were willing to throw caution to the wind and party, their inhibitions thrown out the window as they danced, stripped and drank alcohol like there was no tomorrow.
'Holy shit!'
"Is it just as good as we imagine?" The Bubbler asked, spinning on her high heels and giving me a good look at her thicc ass. "The music, the lights, the drinks, a sea of hot, sexy bodies...it's what dreams are made of. And speaking of hot, sexy bodies..."
She looked over at a group of girls wearing rather skimpy outfits and pointed her wand at them, a small pink bubble forming on the tip and flying off to pop near them, making their already scant outfits even smaller. The straps of their bras snapped, and their skirts tore into mini-skirts as their shirts were ripped open, exposing their braless chests.
"You're going to have a very happy birthday, indeed." The Bubbler smirked, licking her lips at the sight of my bulge.
I stood frozen for a moment, my eyes wide as The Bubbler continued her impromptu performance, using her wand like a stripper's pole and twirling around it as her hips moved to the beat of the music. The crowd roared in approval, cheering and shouting the most lewd things as she shook her thicc ass, the bubble-like spheres jiggling and bouncing with every motion.
I ducked behind a catering table piled high with snacks and punch bowls, my heart hammering against my ribs. Through the gaps between silver platters, I watched The Bubbler strut through the crowd like she owned the place—which, technically, she kind of did right now. She blew kisses at the partygoers, her bubble wand leaving trails of shimmering pink in the air.
"This is insane," I whispered, pressing my back against the tablecloth. "Plagg, what do I do?"
The black kwami poked his head out of my jacket pocket, a wedge of stolen Camembert clamped between his tiny teeth. He chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and gave me a look that was somewhere between amused and exasperated.
"What do you mean, 'what do I do'?" He floated up to hover at eye level, crossing his tiny arms. "Kid, your best friend just threw you a surprise birthday rave. There's an open bar. Half the girls in your class are half-naked and getting nakeder by the second. And you're hiding behind the fruit platter?"
"There's an akuma, Plagg!"
"Eh." He waved a dismissive paw. "She doesn't seem that bad. She's not trying to steal your Miraculous. She's not trying to hurt anyone. She just wants to party." He tilted his head, a grin spreading across his tiny face. "What's the worst that could happen?"
"I don't know—public indecency charges? Mom finding out?"
"Please." Plagg snorted. "You should see the party's Tikki thrown back in the day. An't no party like a Pompeii party, kid. We did things that would make the ancient Romans blush."
"But—"
"Look, you've been working hard the past few weeks. And now that things are settling down a bit, you should relax. Loosen up. Have some fun for once." He patted my cheek, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Just think of the birthday presents. I bet your classmates got you all kinds of nice stuff."
I opened my mouth. Closed it. Thought about what he'd said. On one hand, there was an akuma—a dangerous one, by the looks of it. Ladybug was nowhere to be seen, and without her, the chances of defeating the akuma and saving the city were...pretty bad, honestly.
On the other hand...
This was what I wanted, wasn't it? A party. My friends. Some fun.
'I'll just stay until Ladybug shows up,' I told myself. 'Then I'll slip away and deal with the akuma.' And if that happens to take the whole night...well, maybe Plagg was right.
Maybe a little fun couldn't hurt.
'Ladybug will fix it, anyway.'
I pushed myself up from behind the table, dusted off my clothes, and strode into the crowd with a confident grin.
"There's the man of the hour!" The Bubbler cried as suddenly the attention of the party turned to me and she threw an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to her as her huge tits squished against me. "Having fun yet? I hope so, because this party is just getting started."
Before I could reply, she then turned to face the crowd, raising her wand high.
"HEY, PARTY PEOPLE! My girlies and I were thinking—it's the birthday boy's special day, right? And what's a party without games?"
The crowd roared their approval, chanting "GAMES! GAMES! GAMES!" as The Bubbler smiled widely as her eyes fell upon the half-naked girls from before, a devious grin appearing on her face.
"Well, I'm glad you asked. So here's the deal." The Bubbler's voice dropped, intimate and conspiratorial, yet somehow still carrying across the entire courtyard. "We're setting up a little... tent. Over there." She pointed her wand at a small pavilion near the pool, draped in translucent pink fabric. "The rules are simple: Whatever happens in the tent stays in the tent. No questions. No judgment. Just... fun."
My throat went dry as the implications set in. The crowd roared in approval as the half-naked girls cheered, raising their hands eagerly.
"Yes, yes, yes, but the real prize..." The Bubbler said, pointing her wand at me, "Whoever makes the birthday boy cum first—without penetration, mind you—gets to take his v-card. Right here. Right now. In whatever way they choose."
'Wait, what?'
"So, who wants in?"
"Me! Me! Pick me!"
"Oooh, I'll go, too! I want to fuck him!"
"Pick me, please!"
The crowd surged toward the pavilion, a sea of hands and voices vying for attention. I stared, rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my ears.
I choked. "Wait, what—"
"Those are the rules, Adrikins!" She patted my cheek, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on, Adrien." The Bubbler gave my ass a hard slap as she pushed me towards the crowd, and I stumbled, nearly tripping. "Make the most of it. Make the birthday wish come true!"
As I struggled to process what had just happened, I found myself being pulled forward by the sea of people and pushed into the pavilion, which was quickly filling up.
The tent was smaller than I expected.
Pink fabric draped from a central pole[guess what, it was a stripper's pole] to the floor, creating a space that was more like a large canopy than a room. It was dark, with only the flickering glow of candles and string lights casting a soft, warm light on the sea of eager faces.
The first girl entered.
Or rather two, as I was watching the first two figures push through the curtain.
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Juleka Couffaine and Rose Lavillant were an odd couple of Françoise Dupont, with their polar opposite personalities, with Juleka, like a certain someone, being a very shy and quiet girl who had an affinity for gothic style and the supernatural. While Rose was the complete opposite of her girlfriend, loud, boisterous, and cheerful, she never wore anything other than pink and had a passion for love and romance.
And right now, thanks to Nina's magic bubbles, their inhibitions had been lowered to non-existence.
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Juleka entered first.
And fuck.
The shy, brooding girl I barely knew had straight-up vanished, replaced by some woman with a confident swagger and a smirk that could cut glass. She stood there with a sultry, arrogant ease that seemed to own the damn air around her, hips cocked to one side and a hand resting casual as hell on her voluptuous curves. Long, silky jet-black hair tumbled down her back like a waterfall of midnight, but as it spilled over her shoulders, it bled into this striking, vibrant violet—a two-toned mane that framed her pale, flawless skin with deadly elegance. A heavy lock of hair fell over one eye, leaving only a single, sharp golden-amber gaze to peer out from beneath heavy, shadowed lids, radiating this mix of boredom, confidence, and barely concealed hunger that made my mouth go dry.
Her face was done up with dark, gothic precision: sharp, winged eyeliner that cut through the gloom, dark, glossy lips curled into that knowing smirk, and a thick, black leather choker wrapped around her slender throat, adorned with a tiny, silver-plated charm that glinted like a promise. She was every inch a seductive predator, draped in shadows and silk, and she knew it.
And her body? Fuck me. It was a breathtaking hourglass of heavy, pillowy curves, and she knew exactly how to display them. Her outfit was a masterclass in dark, feminine seduction—a black, semi-sheer corset that clung to her torso like a second skin. The thing had intricate, swirling lace patterns that barely obscured the creamy flesh beneath, plunging deep at her neckline to showcase the heavy, jiggling swell of her massive tits, which spilled over the scalloped, lace-trimmed cups in a luscious, abundant display that was damn near impossible to look away from. A set of criss-crossing black corset strings ran down her midriff, pulled taut to emphasize her dramatic, wasp-like waist before fanning out into a flared, scalloped hem that hovered teasingly above her hips.
Below the corset, her smooth, bare belly and hips were framed by an audacious, strappy garter setup. A tiny, black lace thong rode high on her hips, connected to thin, elastic straps that crisscrossed over her lower abdomen, drawing the eye straight to the plush, rounded expanse of her thighs. From the garter bands, four slender black suspender straps stretched downward, clipping firmly to the tops of thick, sheer black stockings. The opaque, glossy material clung tight to her heavy thighs, the tops of the stockings cutting into her soft flesh with this irresistible, cinching tension, leaving just a tantalising sliver of bare, milky skin between the lace of her garter and the dark nylon above her knees. And her ass. When she turned slightly, I caught a glimpse of it—two pale, perfect globes of wobbling flesh barely contained by the leather that stretched across them. Each cheek was round and full, jiggling hypnotically with every step as she moved like a panther. Each step made her hips sway in a wide, hypnotic arc. Her massive tits bounced with each deliberate step, the heavy globes swaying and sloshing beneath the straining leather. Her ass jiggled in counterpoint, those twin orbs of wobble-meat clapping softly together with every movement.
I stood there, mouth hanging open, trying to remember how to breathe. This wasn't the girl who hid behind her hair and mumbled her way through conversations. This was something else entirely. Something dangerous. Something that had my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to bust out.
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Where Juleka was dark and seductive, Rose was the picture of innocence. Except for the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips, the pink tip dragging slowly over the glossy surface as her bright blue eyes devoured me like I was a birthday cake and she hadn't eaten in weeks.
She wore a pale pink babydoll nightie, the fabric so sheer it was practically see-through. The hem barely reached her upper thighs, fluttering with every movement and offering teasing glimpses of what lay beneath. Her nipples—small and perky, a soft, dusty pink that matched her lipstick perfectly—were clearly visible through the material, pressing against it as if searching for a mouth to fill.
Her breasts were smaller than Juleka's—modest handfuls that sat high and firm on her chest, the kind that didn't need a bra and definitely didn't need a babydoll this transparent. But what she lacked in size, she made up for in perkiness. Each time she bounced—and she bounced a lot, her entire body seeming to vibrate with barely contained energy—those little tits jiggled and swayed, her nipples tracing circles in the air like they were painting invisible masterpieces.
Below the babydoll, a pair of pink thigh-high stockings hugged her legs, the fabric shiny and smooth, ending just below a scrap of pink lace that barely contained her mound. Her thighs were soft and plush, the kind that would feel like heaven wrapped around your waist. The panties were tiny—a small triangle of fabric that disappeared between her cheeks and left almost nothing to the imagination, riding high on her hips and showcasing the pale, rounded swell of her ass with every step.
In short, the two were the perfect duo—light and dark, innocence and sin, soft pink and deep purple. Yin and yang. And right now, they were both looking at me like I was the main course.
I could smell it—that sweet, musky scent of female arousal that filled the tent like expensive perfume as the two girls approached, a smirk on their faces and lust in their eyes as their hips moved with a natural sensuality.
"Happy birthday, our prince," she sang, as her voice was like the tinkling of a bell, her voice dripping with sugar and honey. She draped herself against my right side, her small, warm body pressing into mine as her fingers traced lazy patterns across my chest. Her scent—something sweet, like strawberries and vanilla—filled my nostrils, intoxicating and cloying all at once.
"You know," she murmured, tilting her head up to look at me through her lashes, "I've always had a thing for princes. Ever since I was little." Her hand slid lower, fingers brushing against the waistband of my pants. "And you're the most princely prince I've ever seen. I can't believe no one's snapped you up yet. You're the hottest boy in our class, right, Jules?"
Before I could respond, Juleka appeared on my left. Her body slid against mine like water, her hips grinding in a slow, deliberate circle that pressed her leather-clad ass against my thigh. One of her hands came up to rest on my shoulder, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt as she pulled herself closer. Her face was inches from mine, her dark lips parted, her breath hot against my neck.
And then she bit me.
Not hard. Just a gentle scrape of teeth against the sensitive skin below my jaw, her breath stuttering as she felt me shudder beneath her.
"Oh! Be careful, Jules is a biter." Rose giggled, her fingers playing with the buckle of my belt. "When she gets excited, she forgets her manners. That's why I have to keep her in check."
She then grabbed Juleka's head and brought her girlfriend's face down to hers and gave the dark-haired girl a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, moaning into her mouth as the two of them made out while rubbing their bodies against me.
The sight of them kissing was hot, but it was the sounds that really did me in. Wet, obscene sounds, and the low, muffled whimpers and groans, and the feeling of their bodies undulating against me, a constant, unyielding pressure that was driving me insane as tongues tangling, lips smearing pink and black together in a messy kiss.
When they finally broke apart, a thin string of saliva still connected their lips. Rose's cheeks were flushed, her pupils blown wide, and Juleka looked like she wanted to devour someone.
"See?" Rose breathed, turning her bright blue eyes back to me. "She just needs to be reminded who's in charge sometimes."
"Rose..." Juleka's voice was a low, husky rasp, completely unlike the timid whisper she usually spoke in. Her violet eyes were dark with want. "Stop teasing."
"But teasing is the best part." Rose's fingers finally succeeded in unbuckling my belt, the leather sliding free with a soft whisper. "And besides, we haven't even gotten to the main event yet."
My breath caught as both of their hands moved to my waistband, working in tandem to free my aching cock from its denim prison. The cool air hit my heated skin, and I sucked in a sharp gasp as my erection sprang free, bobbing proudly in front of the girls' faces.
I had no idea how I'd missed this before.
Juleka's lips were parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. Rose's eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. I could practically feel the heat radiating off their skin, the warmth of their bodies pressed against me.
Then, without a word, Rose sank to her knees, her eyes locked on mine as her lips parted, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock before her mouth closed around me, engulfing me in the wet, tight heat of her mouth.
I groaned, my head falling back as the pleasure overwhelmed me. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, lapping at the bead of precum that had formed there. My cock twitched in her mouth, and her hand wrapped around the base, her fingers not quite meeting around the thick girth.
Juleka was not content to simply watch as she bent over and started sucking on my balls, taking each of them into her mouth and rolling them around her tongue before sucking them, causing me to groan and lean back a bit as the two worked in tandem to please me.
Damn, they were good.
Both of them, individually, were fucking amazing. Rose's lips were soft and pillowy, her mouth hot and wet. Her tongue worked its magic, lapping and swirling and sucking, coaxing more and more precum from the tip, which she swallowed eagerly, her throat working around my length.
And Juleka...damn. Her mouth was relentless, her tongue unrelenting. She sucked and licked and teased, her hands never stopping their movement, pumping the length of my cock that wasn't currently being swallowed by Rose. Together, they were a force of nature as they took turns blowing me, one girl taking me into her mouth as the other worked my shaft, their hands and tongues and lips moving in tandem. It was a dance—an erotic, intimate, overwhelming dance—and they were both experts.
"Mmm, look at them go," The Bubbler purred from the corner of the tent, her voice a breathless, amused coo. She had Alya pressed against her front, the reporter's back to her chest. One of Bubbler's hands was wrapped in Alya's hair, yanking her head back, while the other worked a thick, glistening strap-on in and out of the girl's sopping cunt. Alya's moans were muffled by the hand clamped over her mouth. "Teamwork makes the dream work, am I right? But my money's still on the birthday boy. He's got that... hungry look."
But I wanted more.
My hands shot down, and Rose squeaked in surprise as I pulled her off my cock, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to the glistening tip. Before she could protest, I was already moving—grabbing her under the arms and hauling her up, spinning her around til my face was buried between her legs.
"Oh!"
She cried out in surprise as my tongue found her core, licking a broad stripe through her soaked panties and over her throbbing clit as I gripped her thighs and held her up, my nose buried in her pussy.
My tongue found her clit instantly—a small, swollen pearl hidden between her slick, pink folds. Rose cried out, her back arching off the carpet as I lapped at her like a kitten desperate for milk. Her taste flooded my senses—sweet and musky and intoxicating, better than any champagne at any party.
"O-oh my GOD!" Rose screamed, her fingers fisting in my hair, holding me against her cunt as I devoured her. My tongue swirled around her clit, flicking and sucking and licking in patterns that made her thighs tremble, and her hips buck against my face.
Juleka was watching, her eyes dark and hungry as she watched her girlfriend come undone, her tongue circling the tip of my cock like an ice cream cone. Her hand was still working the base, stroking and pumping, but she had stopped sucking, content to watch as I feasted on her girlfriend.
Her dark eyes burned with a hunger that matched my own as she released my cock from her mouth—leaving it slick and glistening, the cool air a shock against the wet heat—and moved around behind her girlfriend. Her fingers found Rose's hips, gripping the soft flesh there as she pressed her body against Rose's back, their curves moulding together like puzzle pieces.
"You're so loud, baby," Juleka murmured against Rose's ear, her voice that low, husky rasp that sent shivers down my spine. Her hands slid around Rose's waist, one moving up to cup her breast through the sheer babydoll—squeezing the soft flesh, rolling the pert nipple between her fingers—the other sliding down to where my face was buried between her legs. "Let me help."
Her fingers joined mine at Rose's core—slick and warm, coated in her girlfriend's arousal as they circled her clit in tandem, one on either side of the sensitive nub. Rose's head fell back against Juleka's shoulder, a broken moan tearing from her throat as they worked together—fingers and tongues dancing across her most intimate places, driving her higher and higher toward the edge.
"Ooh, he's got a talented tongue," Bubbler giggled, her hips snapping forward. Alya let out a strangled squeak, her body jerking. Bubbler's free hand came around to grope one of Alya's breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly, her thumb flicking across the stiff nipple as we watch Rose come undone, her thighs clamping around my head as Juleka leaned down, capturing Rose's lips in a deep, possessive kiss, driving her higher and higher.
"Weeeee~! Oink! Oink! Oink! Weee~!" A high-pitched cry tore from Rose's throat and echoed through the tent like a little piggy at slaughter as she came. Hard. Her entire body shook and convulsed, her back arching and her eyes rolling back as her cunt spasmed around my tongue, the waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
I kept going. Licking. Sucking. Teasing. I could feel her pulse thundering through her body, the muscles of her core contracting and relaxing. Her taste was sweeter now, the rush of her release flooding across my tongue, coating my lips and chin, dripping down the length of my cock and onto Juleka's waiting fingers.
"Oink! Oink! Oink! Weee~!"
Each squeal was higher than the last, each shuddering breath drawn from the very depths of her lungs as Juleka kept rubbing her clit and I kept licking, my tongue delving into her soaking cunt and then lapping up to tease her still-swollen nub.
Finally, one final, breathy "Wee~..." Rose went limp.
Her body sagged against Juleka's, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parted and glistening with saliva. A soft, contented sigh escaped her as consciousness slipped away, a small smile curving her pink lips. Juleka laid her girlfriend's unconscious body gently on the carpet as she looked down at her unconscious girlfriend.
"She always does that," Juleka murmured, "Cums so hard she passes out. Squeals like a piggy the whole time. It's adorable. But also makes me want to do things to her. Things that make her scream."
Juleka's gaze drifted down to my erection, then back up to my face. Her dark lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. She stood up and slowly stripped out of her outfit as Juleka's breasts sprang free from their tight confines, her nipples erect and begging for attention as she shimmied her hips and let her torn fishnets slide down her legs. She turned around, showing me her bubble butt as she slid her thong off, revealing a bare, clean-shaven slit.
"So, you're going to make me scream, or what?"
As if in answer, I pounced, pressing her up against the wall as my hand found her breast, taking those perfect handfuls and squeezing them hard enough to make her gasp.
My fingers dug into the soft, pale flesh of Juleka's breasts, and she gasped—a sharp, surprised sound that melted into a low, throaty moan as I kneaded the heavy globes. Her nipples were stiff peaks against my palms, and when I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers, her entire body shuddered.
"Fuck," she breathed, her head falling back against the tent wall. "Fuck, Adrien—"
Something was different about her. The way her breath hitched with every squeeze, the way her legs trembled, the way her eyes had gone glassy and unfocused. Her breasts seemed impossibly sensitive, each touch sending jolts through her that made her hips buck against nothing.
I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth.
The effect was instantaneous.
"Oh my GOD—!" Juleka screamed, her back arching off the wall, her fingers flying to my hair to hold me there. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, grinding her bare, wet slit against my stomach. I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around the stiff peak, and she cried out again—louder this time, more desperate.
"More—please—don't stop—"
Her nails raked down my back as I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Her nipple was a hard little bead against my tongue, and every flick, every suck, every gentle scrape of my teeth made her moan and writhe. Her arousal was leaking down her thighs now, dripping onto the carpet below, her hips grinding in tight, frantic circles.
I had no idea breasts could be this sensitive. Neither, it seemed, did Juleka.
"Something's—ah!—something's happening—" Her voice cracked, her eyes squeezing shut. "I feel—I'm gonna—"
I squeezed both breasts at once, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and Juleka's orgasm crashed over her like a wave.
"Scream," I murmured against her skin, and she did.
A raw, guttural cry tore from her throat, echoing through the tent as her body convulsed. Her cunt clenched around nothing, her juices gushing down her thighs, her nipples so hard they looked painful. I kept sucking, kept squeezing, drawing out every last shudder, every last moan, until she went limp in my arms, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Juleka slid down the wall, her legs giving out completely, a dazed, satisfied smile curving her dark lips. Her massive breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples still stiff and glistening. She looked utterly wrecked—and utterly content.
"Told you," she murmured, her voice a sleepy, sated rasp. "Scream."
I was about to respond—maybe with something clever, maybe by pulling her back up for round two—when the tent flap burst open.
"OUT OF THE WAY, GOTH BARBIE."
Chloé's voice cut through the aftermath like a blade, sharp and imperious. She didn't wait for Juleka to move. She simply strode forward, her heel catching the dark-haired girl's shoulder and shoving her aside with enough force to send her tumbling onto the carpet next to Rose's unconscious form.
"What the—Chloé, what are you—"
"Shh. You talk too much." She was already climbing onto me, her legs straddling my chest, her weight settling onto my torso. She was dressed in a rather revealing yellow lingerie, the fabric was so sheer and tight it clung to her every curve as her massive tits were thrust in my face, and her phat ass pressed against the length of my cock. Her ass cheeks parted around my shaft, the soft, pliant flesh enveloping me as she settled into place, her crack hugging my length from base to tip as her weight pinned me to the ground.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten the deal, Agreste," she purred, her hips beginning to rock. Her ass squeezed and slid along the length of my cock, her smooth, soft flesh working its way up and down, her crack hugging the sensitive head of my cock. "The first person to make you cum gets to take your v-card. And you know what they say: 'think smarter, not harder,' or whatever the phrase is. And when it comes to you, I think faster."
"Ooh, she's competitive," the Bubbler purred as she pulled out of Alya with a wet sound and sauntered closer to where they were sitting. "I like that. A girl with drive. Alright, Blondie. Show me what you've got."
Slowly, Chloe began to move—a slow, deliberate roll of her hips that made her ass cheeks slide along my shaft as she rocked up and down, her crack massaging me. "And I intend to win. Because there's nothing I want more than to be the first girl to take your cock inside her." And with that she bagin to bounce on me, her asscheeks moving up and down along my shaft, her huge, firm globes engulfing the sensitive flesh.
However, it became quickly apparent that she had no idea what she was doing. She was trying, sure, but her movements were clumsy, her technique sloppy. Each downward motion was a little too fast, a little too rough, her asscheeks bouncing and jiggling against me, but not quite sliding along the length of my shaft the way they were meant to.
For all of her talk and her confidence, it was clear that she was a virgin. The girl was still a virgin. A fact that she only lets a very small number of people know. She wiggled her booty and moaned, her movements becoming more and more erratic as her frustration grew.
"What is this amateur hour? I thought white girlz were supposed to be good at twerkin'." The Bubbler snorted, watching from the sidelines before strolling up behind the frustrated heiress and slapping her ass.
SMACK!
The sound cracked through the tent like a gunshot. Chloé's eyes flew wide, a startled yelp escaping her lips as The Bubbler's palm connected with her right ass cheek. The impact sent a shockwave through the soft, pale flesh—a violent jiggle that rippled across both cheeks, the yellow lace of her lingerie digging deeper into the crease as her body lurched forward from the force.
"KYAA—!"
Chloé's cry was half-shriek, half-moan, her entire body tensing as a bloom of red spread across her cheek like a rose opening. The Bubbler's handprint was stark against the pale skin, fingers splayed, marking her territory.
"There we go," The Bubbler purred, kneading the reddened flesh with her palm. "That's how you get some rhythm going, princess. You gotta feel it. Let your body move. Not just... flop around like a fish."
"Shut up, you fucking blue-skinned freak!" Chloe snapped at her, twisting around to glare at the akuma with venom in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed—whether from embarrassment or arousal, it was impossible to tell. "Don't you dare touch me with your filthy—"
"Uh-uh-uh." The Bubbler pressed a finger to Chloé's lips, silencing her with a grin that was equal parts amusement and menace. "That's not how we talk to our Fairy Godmother, princess. Especially not when she's about to give you a lesson."
The Bubbler's voice was a low, sultry purr as she manoeuvred herself behind Chloé. Her light blue hips pressed against the heiress's pale ones, ass cheek to ass cheek, the two pairs of plush globes squishing together in an obscene press.
If someone had told me yesterday that I'd be getting a double ass job from Chloé Bourgeois and my akumatized best friend Nina at my own birthday party, I would've laughed in their face.
Hell, if someone had told me that this morning, I would've laughed.
But here I was.
Flat on my back in a pink tent in my own backyard, my jeans around my ankles, my cock slick with precum and sandwiched between two of the most incredible pairs of ass cheeks I'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
I'd fantasized about this moment, sure, but I'd never really thought it would happen.
Especially not like this.
The two girls moved together, their ass cheeks grinding against my length. It was an obscenely erotic display. Nina was a pro, her body moving with a sensual grace and an effortless rhythm, her hips rolling in a steady, hypnotic beat that sent her ass sliding up and down along the length of my shaft.
Chloé, on the other hand, was clearly struggling. Her movements were jerky and uncoordinated, her ass barely managing to keep up with the Bubbler's tempo, but due to pride or sheer stubbornness, she refused to give up as the two continued to grind their ass cheeks against my cock.
"Fuck," I groaned, my head falling back against the carpet. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Chloé's asscheeks clenched around me, her inner walls—or what I could feel through the thin lace of her lingerie—pulsing with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. Her hips were moving faster now, less clumsy, her body finally understanding what it was supposed to do. Each downward motion pressed her lace-covered pussy against my shaft, the wet heat seeping through the fabric and making me see stars.
The Bubbler's cheeks, meanwhile, were doing something else entirely. Her massive blue globes acted like cushions, absorbing the impact of Chloé's thrusts and then springing back, creating a wave-like motion that massaged every inch of my length simultaneously. It was like being inside a cloud. A warm, wet, incredibly horny cloud.
"You like that?" The Bubbler grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her hips never stopped moving, grinding both their asses against me in a figure-eight pattern that made my toes curl. "You like watching two girls fight over who gets to sit on your dick first?"
"Shut up!" Chloé snapped, but her voice cracked on the last word, dissolving into a moan as The Bubbler's hand snaked around her waist and dipped between her legs.
"Don't worry, princess. You'll get your turn." The Bubbler's fingers traced slow circles over Chloé's lace-covered clit, making the heiress buck and gasp. "But first, let's make sure the birthday boy has a really good time."
Squelch. Squelch. PLAP.
They were speeding up now. The Bubbler's hips pistoned faster, driving Chloé's ass down onto my cock with increasing force. The sound of their cheeks clapping together—blue against pale, pale against blue—echoed through the tent like applause.
But then the tent flap burst open again.
And again.
And again.
"Move, move, MOVE—"
"I was here FIRST—"
"Ladies, ladies, there's enough of him to go around—"
I lost count after the fifth girl pushed through the pink curtains, their eyes glassy with the Bubbler's magic, their bodies barely contained by scraps of fabric that had once been respectable party attire as like a zombie horde, the girls descended upon me.
"Hey, no, wait, not all at once!"
"Hey, get off, I was here first!"
"No, I was here first!"
"Ladies, please, you're gonna hurt yourself—"
My words were lost in the din as a dozen girls descended upon me. Their hands and mouths were everywhere—groping, grabbing, licking, sucking, tasting. Fingers tugged at my clothes, pulling them off and tossing them aside. I could barely see past the sea of bodies that surrounded me. Chloé was still grinding on top, her ass sliding along my shaft, but now there were hands gripping her hips, helping her move—Zoé's hands, I realised, her twin sister guiding her rhythm as The Bubbler had stepped back, watching with a satisfied smirk, her arms crossed beneath her massive blue breasts. "Now that's what I call a party," she purred as she watched the spectacle unfold.
'God, if this is how I die, then so be it.'I thought to myself, closing my eyes as I prepared for death as Chloé, tired of waiting and wanting to assert domination over this orgy, began lining up my cock at her entrance and lowered her tight cunt onto my cock as she prepared to go deep.
Only to then suddenly find herself flying through the air with a yowl, her body soaring across the tent as the crowd parted like the Red Sea before an avenging angel.
A red yo-yo wrapped around Chloé's waist and yanked.
"WHAT THE—" Chloé's shriek cut off as she sailed over my head, her yellow lingerie-clad form tumbling through the air before crashing down in front of me. "Owwww..Who the FUCK threw that—"
"Me."