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It…had not been a very good day so far.
Well.
It hadn’t been an awful day, but it definitely hadn’t been the best.
The akuma that had kicked down the door to the studio Luka and Dingo had been holed up in all morning, struggling with a new song that just didn’t want to work, definitely wasn’t making things any better.
Said akuma, a tall woman dressed in a forties-styled pinstriped zoot suit with matching machine gun and a shock of vibrant red hair, was a woman that worked a few offices down from the suite Jagged had turned into his fledgling recording label. Apparently she had been passed over yet again for a job she was more than qualified for by a man who was not, and Empress had leapt on the ensuing negative feelings with a fresh butterfly. Man’s World was now terrorizing everyone in the building, using her ‘gun’ to turn every man she encountered into a woman while she tracked down the exec that done her dirty.
Which…fair. Luka would’ve been fine with that. Just another pissed off Parisian falling victim to Hawkmoth 2.0. Cool.
Except he was one of the men in the building.
And Man’s World had kicked down the studio door in the middle of their next failed recording, before anyone in the studio had even seen the Akuma Alert (Jagged’s rules: no phones in the booth, not even Penny’s), and they hadn’t even had a chance to duck before she was blasting them.
“Feel my pain, phallocentric music slime!” Man’s World cackled. Penny, who had been sitting on the other side of the glass on a couch by the door, could only gawk as Luka and Dingo stared at their new female bodies. “Try getting any music to sell when all you can sing about is ex-boyfriends and tight skirts!”
“…it’s not like the song we were working on was doing much better!” Dingo called after her as she left to find her next victim. He…she winced at how high-pitched her voice was. “Holy shit. Is that me? Do I sound like that?”
“Ding, not…what the hell?” Luka groaned, rubbing his…her hands over his…her eyes. She lowered her hands and looked helplessly at Penny. “Did what I think just happened actually happen?”
“You two stay here until Ladybug shows up – I’ve got to find Jagged!” Penny cried, her mobile already back on and ringing at her ear as she ran out of the booth. Dingo and Luka looked at each other helplessly.
“Ten euro says he’s already been hit and is fondling his tits in his office,” Dingo deadpanned. Luka slapped the back of her head.
“He’s not you, dumbass,” she huffed. A hissing laugh from her hood brought her back to the task at hand. “Ladybug’s gonna have a field day with this one. All right. Least we can do is hold the akuma off until she gets here.”
“Yesssss!” Dingo cried, hopping up off her stool. Her kwami was already floating beside her, looking grumpy as ever. “Let’s do this! Inkki, Dive Deep!”
Luka rolled her eyes as the blue-green flash filled the booth. Ininko Montoya (still a stupid hero name, she didn’t care what Dingo said) stood before her a moment later, grinning like the madwoman she was. Nothing much had changed about her appearance: the blue and gold knee-length sarong remained the same, the golden bangles around her ankles and wrists were the same (as were the eight golden loops around her neck), the blue wrap around her forehead was the same, and her hair had still changed to a dark blonde tied back into eight long dreadlocks, blue bangles threaded in various places throughout. Golden goggles with blue lenses still covered her eyes. She was still barefoot. The golden tentacle ring Miraculous still glinted from her finger. The only thing that had really changed – thank God – was that Inkki had added a blue and gold bandeau top around her chest, preserving Luka’s sanity from experiencing Dingo King’s Breasts. Even…even if the bandeau was halter-styled and pushed her cleavage up and out as it wrapped around her neck. But Luka was also pretty sure that was more Dingo being a tit guy than anything Inkki had done.
She supposed it helped that the Atlantean suits were already fairly revealing, so Inkki hadn’t had much to change. She also would have thought, given Viperion’s usual costume, Sass would have had nothing to change and would have just called it a day. When she called for her own transformation, however, she was reminded that her kwami was a little shit and of COURSE he would.
“…whoa,” Ininko gasped, her jaw dropping as she took in her friend’s new appearance. Viperion forced herself to look down, already nervous because of how different the suit felt, and screamed.
“Oh, come on, Sass!” she whined.
Because Viperion didn’t look like Viperion.
Viperion looked like a slutty Princess Jasmine knockoff.
She was essentially wearing a teal, scaled bikini. Black outlined the cups and top of the bottoms, and a yellow, diamond-shaped jewel rimmed in onyx was centered between her breasts, with another below her navel. Little silver fangs curled up from the black on her top, and a matching set extended from the silver loops encircling her neck. Covering her arms and legs was translucent, teal fabric that she would have called tulle if it had been itchier. Silver bangles wrapped around her ankles, wrists, and biceps, connecting the tulle to the rest of her suit, and yellow gems swung from the bottom bangle on each set. They matched the silver chains that draped her hips, with more little yellow jewels that tinkled when she moved hanging from them. A silver cuff shaped like a snake curled around her left bicep, extending from her shoulder to the bangles, with yellow eyes glinting from the head. Her feet were covered in scaled, teal slippers that matched her bikini.
When she turned and caught her reflection in the glass separating the booth, she rolled her eyes. Her hair was thankfully still the same – just its usual change from blue to teal – but Sass had even thrown in a little veil that draped over the bottom half of her face from her usual mask. She huffed out a frustrated breath, and the veil fluttered dramatically.
They were going to have Words when all this was over with.
“Mate, you look hot,” Ininko said, nodding in approval. “Ten outta ten. Would definitely bone you.”
Her lyre was still attached to her back, and she immediately grabbed it and threw it at Ininko’s head. She yelped as it connected, and Viperion slapped her again for good measure as she passed. She snatched her lyre off the ground and left the booth.
“Come on!” she called. “You need to hold the akuma off until Ladybug gets here!”
“Me?!” Ininko asked, running after her. “Why me?! I thought it was we!”
“Ladybug is busy today and probably didn’t get the akuma alert,” Viperion said. She was already fidgeting with her communicator, frowning when Ladybug’s comms went straight to voicemail. She cursed as Ininko caught up. She closed the panel on her lyre and snapped it onto her back. “I’ll go get her.”
“Yeah, of course you’ll –” Ininko started, but Viperion leveled her with a glare.
“Ink,” she said in warning, but Ininko just grinned and gave her a two-fingered salute.
“I’m on it!” she said, blowing her a kiss before following the sound of screams. Viperion rolled her eyes again before ducking into the nearest stairwell and heading for the roof.
…the beads on her new outfit jingled as she ran, echoing in the stairwell, and she couldn’t help but think they were a very poor choice for someone who was supposed to stay on the sidelines and out of sight. They were one of the many things giving her a headache.
It wasn’t even noon, and already she felt the need for a very stiff drink.
– V –
Across the city, Marinette had her nose buried in her Import/Export Regulations textbook, a baby carrot rolling between her fingers as she studied for her upcoming final exam. After the fourth straight hour, her eyes were starting to glaze over as she reread the same paragraph for the sixth time in a row. She was starting to think she needed a break, but she had also been struggling a bit in the class and knew she needed to do well on the exam.
Her head was starting to droop, and she was pretty sure she’d started to nod off. At least she felt that way when a loud knocking on her balcony door caused her to jerk up, the carrot that she’d been nibbling on snapping in half before tumbling from her mouth altogether as she gasped.
“M’wake!” she yelped, jumping up and kicking back from her desk. The wheels on her chair caught on the rug, and in an impressive display of Classic Marinette Klutziness her chair tipped backwards with her still in it. She landed with a crash and a yelp, her back bent with her legs sprawled over her head, groaning as she took a moment to absorb the pain. She heard the balcony door slide open and someone rushing over to her.
“Marinette!” a female voice she kinda-sorta recognized cried. “Are you all right?!”
She opened her eyes, saw the distraught woman in a Gerudo warrior getup kneeling above her, and immediately shut them again.
“…I just broke my neck, didn’t I?” she asked. Hands were on her calves, moving them a little to get a better look at her face, and Marinette knew she should probably be grateful she could feel that, which meant her spine was probably ok. “I just broke my neck, and I’m dead.”
“I hope not,” the woman said, chuckling in a very familiar way. “Considering I need Ladybug’s help to fix things.”
Marinette opened her eyes again when she felt fabric tickling her face, and she sucked in a breath when painfully familiar mint-colored eyes gleamed down at her. The woman’s hands were still on her calves, but she had bent down until her face was centimeters from her own. The face was wrong (softer, more feminine), but she’d know those eyes anywhere.
“Plus, it’s a lovely neck,” the woman said, winking at her. “I’d hate for anything so drastic to happen to it.”
“Lu…Lu…Luka?” Marinette stammered, and he…she…she?! She leaned back, nodding. She let go of Marinette’s legs, and Marinette executed an impressive little twisting flip that had her kneeling before Luka…Viperion…the woman, her mouth open as she gawked at…her. “What…you…what?!”
“Yes, Luka. Well, Viperion,” she said, shrugging. “There’s an akuma at the studio turning men into women.”
“What?” Marinette squawked, her eyes still moving up and down her body like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She reached out and hesitantly poked Viperion’s chest.
“Hey!” Viperion yelped, jerking back in a tinkling of bangles and beads. Marinette’s eyes widened as her chest…jiggled. Holy shit. They were real. “…of course they’re real! I just told you the akuma’s turning men into women!”
Marinette felt her face flushing as she realized she had said that out loud. Viperion’s own face – at least what she could see beneath the veil and mask – was also red. She’d crossed her arms over her chest, or at least had tried to. She’d only managed to push her breasts out a bit more, which was honestly a little distracting because they were…kinda…big?
She had a good two cups on Marinette, and that just wasn’t fair. Marinette’s were real and didn’t look half that good.
“…um,” she finally said when Viperion continued to just sit there staring at her. “Are…are you sure I didn’t break my neck?”
Viperion rolled her eyes – a gesture Marinette was very familiar with by now, even if it looked strange with the longer, fuller eyelashes – and raised her veil. Before Marinette could question her again, she had all but crawled into Marinette’s lap to press a quick, harsh kiss against her mouth – or at least it started out that way. Marinette found herself grabbing at Viperion’s face when she went to pull back, drawing her closer as she leaned back against her chair. The kiss was familiar, and yet…there was something just different enough about it that a tiny thrill ran through her.
She had kissed Viperion – she had kissed Luka – tons of times before. More than kissed. And yet this was…softer, somehow? She felt…squishier. Marinette wasn’t sure how to describe it, but she kind of…liked it?
“Ma-Marinette,” Viperion gasped, pulling away after a moment. Marinette licked her lips as she continued to stare at her, and Viperion groaned. Yeah, ok. She definitely liked it. “Akuma. We don’t have time for this.”
“…right,” she said, nodding slowly. Of course. Akuma – he…she had mentioned that. Viperion wasn’t moving away from her, though. She wasn’t letting go of Viperion’s face, either. “I should…I should transform.”
“I left Ininko at the studio,” Viperion said. “No clue if Chat’s there yet.”
“…definitely not a dream,” she said, nodding. Something about what Viperion had just said niggled at something in her mind – it was something important, something she should be concerned about, something like Ininko and Chat being in charge of an akuma – but she was still kind of distracted by Viperion’s lips. They were fuller this way, or maybe they were just bruised from the kissing. “Dream you doesn’t kiss that good.”
“Darning,” she whined, and she found herself giggling at how strangled she sounded. She knew that whine: that was Luka’s I want to kiss you stupid but we really don’t have time for it right now whine. She went to duck her head against Viperion’s shoulder, except Viperion’s proportions were just a little different and she kind of…missed. And her face landed between Viperion’s breasts, and she was still giggling, and…oh.
That felt kinda nice.
From the way Viperion’s breath hitched by her ear, she had a feeling she thought so, too.
When had her arms slipped around her shoulders? When had Viperion hooked an arm around her waist?
…ok. No. There was an akuma. That she was pretty sure Viperion had said had been left in the sorta-sometimes-usually capable hands of Ininko Montoya. She needed to transform, and they needed to get back to the fight. She didn’t need to be thinking about how soft Viperion felt against her, or how much she kinda wanted to shove her face in her chest again, or…
It was kinda weird. If you had asked Marinette to describe her sexuality, she would have said Luka (which she had, the first time she’d gotten significantly drunk, to which Juleka had just snorted and asked if that made her Lukasexual). Her first big crush had been Adrien, and she had transitioned from that crush to liking-dating-loving Luka, and Adrien was a guy and Luka was a guy so she had just…kinda…assumed she was straight? Because she loved Luka, and while she could objectively observe other people – guys and girls – as attractive she personally had not been attracted to anyone except Luka. Even that time Alya had gotten drunk and insisted she needed at least one Gay University Experience and had kissed her, she hadn’t really felt anything beyond ‘Luka Kisses Better’.
Except Luka was currently a girl, and that was doing all kinds of strange things to Marinette’s frazzled mind, and suddenly Marinette was wondering if she was as straight as she had thought she was? Except they didn’t have time to entertain that idea, because there was an akuma, and they definitely didn’t have time for Viperion to start kissing her again why was she kissing her again…
“L-Lu-Luka!” she gasped, pushing against her shoulders, and Viperion whined as she pulled away.
“Right, sorry, you…come on,” she said, scrambling away and standing. She held out a hand to help Marinette up, and Marinette squeaked when Viperion pulled her into a hug. “Sorry. It’s just been a really long, really weird day. Kissing you usually makes that better.”
Marinette bit her lip and nodded, not quite trusting herself to speak. A quick search of the room found Tikki giggling behind her desk organizer, and within moments she was transformed and they were on their way back to the studio.
Make-it-Better Kisses – and her sexuality crisis, if that’s what this even was – would have to wait for later.
– V –
“Oh my God,” Dingo groaned hours later from his room, sounding more than a little indecent and making Luka roll his eyes, “My beautiful, glorious willy! I have missed you, lil’ guy!”
Luka rolled his eyes hard.
(…though he had, admittedly, felt a thousand times better himself once Ladybug had purified the akuma and her Miracle Cure had turned their bodies back to normal. Though he hadn’t appreciated the way Chat had fallen to the floor laughing as his top had dropped to his hips once he had no…erm…support to hold it up.)
Dingo’s door slammed open with a kick, and Luka had to shout at him again to remember their security deposit. Dingo waved him off and plopped down beside him, grinning widely.
“Come off it, mate,” he said. “You know you looked, too.”
“…I did not,” Luka huffed, looking back to the television screen. Footage from the earlier attack was still playing, a post-battle interview between Chat Noir and Nadja Chamack currently on air. Ladybug had already fled the scene by that point, needing to get back to her study hell. He had sent her off with a kiss, promising he’d bring something by later to make sure she was eating.
…she had lingered, though, and he’d practically had to pry her fingers off of his barer-than-usual hips before sending her on her way. She’d also looked back more than once before swinging off over the rooftops.
“I know somebody looked,” Dingo snickered, bringing his attention back to him. Luka opened his eyes and lifted his head off the back of the couch, turning to glare at his friend.
“Ding,” he warned, “Stop.”
“I’m just saying,” he said. He snatched his beer off the coffee table and wagged it at him. “I think Mari liked the new costume.”
“Yeah, what the hell, Sass?!” Luka snapped, sitting up and glaring at the kwami sitting on the table. Sass glanced up from his egg, but he didn’t answer. Luka flicked the back of his head. “Would it have been that hard to not change my costume? I get Inkki giving Ding a top – thank you, by the way.”
The little octopus kwami waved a tentacle over the rim of his mug before sinking back into the lukewarm coffee.
“But you had nothing to change,” Luka huffed, looking back at Sass, “and you changed everything.”
“The Arab Sssssnake was one of my bravessst Chosen,” Sass said simply, flicking his tail. “It sssshould have been an honor to wear her uniform.”
“It was a great honor,” Dingo snickered. He sighed and flopped back, raising his beer in a toast. “Those tits, mate. Coulda given Bri a run for her money,”
“Thanks, I think?” Luka mumbled. He needed this conversation to be over. He needed Dingo to shut up. He needed –
“Mari agrees with me,” Dingo wheedled, cracking an eye open to leer at him. Luka froze, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
“Dingo,” he warned. Dingo snickered.
“What? I’m just saying,” he said, taking another swig of his beer. “That costume didn’t hide much. Mari was looking, and she definitely liked what she saw.”
“I’m not hearing this,” Luka groaned.
“I’m just saying,” Dingo snickered again. “Someone might be a bit more bicurious than we thought.”
“Ding, that’s my girlfriend,” Luka said. “Hopefully soon-to-be fiancée then wife. Please stop.”
“Your girlfriend, who seemed excited at the thought of having a girlfriend,” Dingo said. He sighed wistfully and flopped his head back again. “Those tits, mate.”
The alarm on Luka’s phone went off. He’d never been happier to hear the usually-annoying chime.
“We’re not having this discussion, mate,” he groused as he stood. Sass gulped down what was left of his egg and zipped up to his hood to hide.
“I’m just saying,” Dingo called as he slammed the door, “If you still had those tits, I’d bone you!”
– V –
Twenty minutes later, Luka was knocking on Marinette’s door, a bag of takeout hanging from his elbow and a box of treats from her parents in his arm. When Marinette opened the door, she was halfway through a sip of coffee.
“…how many is that now?” he asked, grinning as she waved him in. She pecked a kiss against his cheek before he could pass.
“You don’t want to know,” she groaned. “Inkki and I are probably neck and neck by this point.”
“Darning,” he chuckled. With the food on the table, she put her mug next to the box of treats and collapsed into his arms with another groan. He rubbed her back, still chuckling as he dropped a kiss against her hair. “I said I’d give you study space if you took care of yourself. This isn’t taking care of yourself.”
“But that’s what I have you for. You brought me food,” she sighed, pressing her face into his chest. She groaned again. “I miss your boobs. They were so soft.”
…what.
“I don’t have boobs,” he said. He almost winced when he heard his voice: it had cracked, or jumped, or did something awkward and uncomfortable that he hoped she hadn’t noticed.
“You did,” she said with a giggle. “They were nice boobs, too. Nicer than mine.”
“So Dingo keeps saying,” he grumbled darkly. He dropped his chin on her head and sighed, staring absently into the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sass playing with Tikki and some of the other kwamis. “And I love your boobs – your boobs are perfect.” He kissed the top of her head and frowned. “…didn’t know you were so interested in…boobs though, darning.”
She squeaked and burrowed closer to him, and his eyebrows rose in amusement. He could feel her face burning through his thin t-shirt.
“I-I-I-I’m not,” she said. She squirmed a little, and he leaned back so she could glance up at him. Her face was nearly as red as her suit. “I mean…it’s not…I don’t…know?”
“…you don’t know if you like boobs?” he asked, eyebrows lifting higher. She huffed and shrugged, nudging her elbow into his hip.
“I like you,” she said. She laid her head back against his chest, sighing as she snuggled closer. “I don’t know…I’ve always liked you. You don’t normally have boobs, so I guess I never really considered it? You looked really hot in the Gerudo getup, though.”
Luka didn’t know what to make of that. He supposed as long as she liked him – as long as she was still attracted to him – he shouldn’t care either way. As long as Marinette continued to want him as much as he wanted her, they were fine. Whether he had boobs or not.
…God, he needed this day to be over. Thoughts like that didn’t happen to normal people, and while he’d never put much stock in being normal – he was a Couffaine, damn it! – there was something to be said about a certain degree of…normalcy. That he otherwise enjoyed on any given day. And discussing whether or not he had boobs fell outside of his usual parameters of normalcy.
(…maybe he wasn’t as woke as he could be, but he’d honestly never considered having boobs? His body was his body, and apart from that awkward lanky stage where he was growing into it he’d just accepted it for what it was. He’d never had any complaints, at least. The only time he’d been somewhat concerned was when he’d started dating Marinette, and that wasn’t so much a gender identity crisis as it was does my girlfriend find me attractive/visually appealing? Then, later, does my girlfriend find me sexually satisfying? And since Marinette had never complained, he hadn’t really bothered putting more thought into the matter. It was just…how it was. God, he needed a drink. His head was starting to hurt with all this.)
“I might have to steal some of your coffee,” he sighed, kissing her forehead. “I don’t think I’m awake enough to process this.”
“I’m running on very little sleep and too much caffeine,” she said. She had slipped one of her hands into his back pocket, and she squeezed his ass as her other hand reached up to tug his mouth to her own. He pulled her closer, and she squeezed his ass again. “Don’t pay attention to anything I’m saying right now. I can’t be trusted. I’m likely to think Dingo’s boobs were great by this point.”
“Darning,” he whined, and she giggled before she kissed him again.
“I didn’t have my face in his boobs though, did I?” she teased. She blinked at him after a moment, seeming to realize what she’d said, and her face flared with color again. “Oh, God. See? Crazy talk. Ignore me, star.”
– V –
Except he couldn’t.
Which is partly how he found himself back at his flat, after making sure she ate her dinner, venting to a slightly-tipsy Dingo that ok maybe he was right maybe Marinette liked his boobs, too.
“I am so glad you agree with me,” Dingo snickered. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together as he leaned forward, grinning at Luka in a way that couldn’t be described as anything short of demonic. “I have an idea.”
That was never a comforting thing to hear.
“Luka, I would like you to meet Hyyde,” Dingo continued. There was a shimmering on Dingo’s shoulder, and Luka’s eyes bugged out as Dingo’s skin…raised? There were eyes.
Sticking out of his shoulder.
Big, bulbous, glassy, black eyes that were covered in Dingo’s skin and slowly blinking at him.
From Dingo’s SHOULDER.
…he chugged the rest of his beer faster than he’d known he could physically chug a beer. Then grabbed another one and took a long drink. Just to be safe.
The eyes were still there.
“Um…” Luka finally said, and just when he was thinking he’d be able to form a coherent thought a little…tendril…of skin (?!) lifted from Dingo’s shoulder – beneath the Eyes – and…waved…at him. He shoved the beer back in his mouth and started chugging again.
“Mate,” Dingo laughed, throwing a wadded-up napkin at him, “you act like you’ve never seen a kwami before!”
And just like that – just as he was registering the hissing laugh coming from the table – Dingo’s shoulder shimmered again and a little…reddish…kwami? A kwami floated up and off his shoulder.
And Dingo was right – sort of. Luka had seen tons of kwamis before. He’d been dating their Guardian for years – of course he’d seen kwamis before. But those were…Zodiac Kwamis. The Atlantean Kwamis were worlds freakier, as most Shit From the Sea was. The one now floating in front of his face was no exception.
“Luka, meet Hyyde,” Dingo said. “She’s a cuttlefish.”
Away from Dingo’s shoulder, the kwami – Hyyde – wasn’t actually flesh-colored at all. She was a deep, reddish-purple. Her head extended back, a little like Inkki’s but a little longer, and those huge black (blue? there was a weird, pearlescent bit of blue around the black, like her eyes actually were blue but her pupils were blown out) eyes took up most of her face. The front of her face, though…she looked like Cthulhu. Or an Ood. The front of her face was nothing but wriggling tentacles, and they were freaking him the hell out.
She raised one to wave again, her eyes closing as she…giggled?
“Hi, Luka!” she chirruped.
He realized he was still chugging his second beer, except the bottle was empty and he was really just sucking on the mouth at this point. He put the bottle back on the table – probably a bit harder than he should have, but Sass was still laughing at him, the little shit, and he might have been trying to hit him. With the bottle out of his hand, he lifted it in a shaky wave.
“H…hi,” he said, then coughed because of all the air he’d stupidly chugged. Dingo was snickering, and Luka briefly considered chucking the bottle at his head instead.
“Hyyde here is the kwami of camouflage,” Dingo said. As he said this, Hyyde giggled and shimmered again, and then she had completely disappeared. Luka blinked as she reappeared and zipped around his head. She settled on top of his head, and her little tentacles in his hair felt weird. “From what her and Inkki were telling me, you just say Camouflage and she’ll turn you into whatever you’re thinking about.”
“I was used for stealth missions and reconnaissance,” Hyyde giggled.
“The Cuttlefissssh Miraculousssss has long been used for essspionage purpossssessss,” Sass hissed. Hyyde moved to the table beside him, and Luka blinked again as his kwami hugged the little fish. “It is good to ssssee you again, old friend.”
“Dingus doesn’t let the others out as much as he should,” Inkki groused from his mug. His tentacles were curled over the lip, and his eyes were crinkled in a smile as he watched Hyyde zip around. “He’s a horrible Guardian.”
“I try my best,” Dingo grumbled. “You’re just lucky Lulu knows about all of you. How horrible would it be if I was living with Bri?”
Not very horrible, Luka couldn’t help but think, and a bridge they’d have to cross sooner rather than later, if he was still planning on asking Brielle to move in once Luka moved in with Marinette at the end of the term (which was…really only two weeks away now).
“Anyway, my point! We,” Dingo said, gesturing to the two Atlantean kwamis and himself, “have come up with a plan!”
“I don’t want to know,” Luka groaned. Dingo leaned forward and pointed at him again.
“Hyyde can turn you back into a girl,” Dingo said.
“It’s easy!” Hyyde chirruped. “I’ve done it tons of times! Just think of how you want to look when you summon my power, and that’s how you’ll look!”
“So you can easily turn back into Slave Jasmine for Marinette’s personal viewing pleasure,” Dingo grinned. “Let her explore this a little bit. You both might like it!”
“…doesn’t this fall under using a Miraculous for personal gain?” Luka deadpanned, looking back at Sass. Sass was flipping through his phone, pretending to ignore the conversation. “Isn’t that strictly against the rules, Sass?”
Before Sass could answer, Inkki flicked some coffee at Luka.
“The Guardians left me to rot at the bottom of the ocean for three thousand years,” he spat. “Fuck their rules.”
Dingo collapsed against the couch, cackling, as Luka blinked at the little octopus kwami.
“Dingo has been a horrible influence on you,” he said. Sass snorted.
“He’s always been like thissss,” the snake said. “Before the moron ssssunk Atlantisssss, Inkki and Plagg were fassssst friends. They’re more alike than any of usssss are comfortable with.”
“You can’t possibly think this is a good idea,” Luka said, poking the back of Sass’s head. Sass kept his nose buried in Luka’s phone.
“I abssstain from comment,” he finally said. He was smirking when he glanced up at Luka. “But Misssstressss did ssssseem to enjoy your uniform earlier.”
“C’mon, Lu,” Dingo wheedled, scooting over on the couch and falling against his side. His head flopped on his shoulder, and he batted his eyes at him. Luka looked back to the table to find Hyyde was also batting her eyes at him, which wasn’t much better. She was freaky as all else, but she was also kinda…cute. If you could look past the tentacles. When he looked back at Dingo, his friend was holding up a clam shell, the shell opened to reveal a pair of shining golden hoop earrings nestled inside. Hyyde’s Miraculous, he assumed. “Aren’t you curious?”
…he was going to kill them all.
– V –
But, at his core, Luka was a Boat Kid, and Boat Kids are made for chaos and disorder. Curiosity tended to fall in those same circles.
Which was how Luka found him…er…herself running across the rooftops back to Marinette’s flat ten minutes later.
Sorry.
Not Luka.
Cuddlebug.
(…it wasn’t his choice of name, but as Hyyde was a cuttlefish and the whole point of this…experiment was to woo Marinette, Dingo felt “Cuddlebug” was the Best Name Ever. Luka was just tipsy enough that he’d agreed with him, even though he didn’t see why he couldn’t keep the name Viperion, since he would be using Hyyde to disguise himself as the Arab Viperion.)
Her slippers touched down on a rooftop about halfway between their flats, and she paused. That in itself was weird. Sass could extol the greatness of the Arab Snake as much as he wanted, but she was used to the comfortable weight of her boots. The protection of her plated suit. She had learned in the battle earlier that the uniform was tougher than it looked, but for someone who was used to watching from a distance and jumping in when needed…the beads and bangles made too much noise, the fabric was too thin and revealing, and she could feel the roof through the fabric of what were essentially slippers.
She had to remind herself the point of this…mission wasn’t a battle, though. It was…seduction. So the stealth of the clothes shouldn’t really matter as long as they were…sexy.
She felt kinda skeevy thinking that. She felt like Chat.
“Don’t tell me she got reakumatized already,” a familiar voice groaned behind her. “Star, please. It hasn’t even been three hours yet.”
Cuddlebug was just nervous – and maybe just drunk – enough to actually jump at Ladybug’s voice. When she turned and saw the spotted heroine on the roof behind her, she almost felt guilty. Ladybug looked exhausted – much worse than she had when she’d left her less than an hour ago. Without thinking about the Plan or her disguise, she crossed the roof and pulled Ladybug into a hug.
“What are you doing out here, darning?” she asked, tucking Ladybug’s head onto her chest and kissing her hair. She rubbed a hand along her back, just how she knew she liked it, and Ladybug melted against her. “You look dead on your feet.”
“Too much to do,” she mumbled, her arms coming up to wrap around her back. “I thought a quick patrol might wake me up so I could get some more studying in.”
“You should’ve just gone to bed,” Cuddlebug sighed. She squeezed her and pushed her back, smiling softly. “C’mon. Let’s get you home. You need a good night’s rest, and then you can finish studying tomorrow. Your final isn’t for another two days, anyway.”
“Hold up,” Ladybug said, shaking her head. “Not until you tell me what’s going on. Or…no, I guess I know what’s going on. Ok. Let’s go catch the akuma. Again.”
“There’s no akuma, Ladybug,” she said, chuckling nervously. At Ladybug’s confused look, she winced. “It’s…stupid. Not important anymore, at least. We can talk about it later. You need sleep.”
“I’m fine,” Ladybug insisted. “If there’s no akuma, why do you look like this again?”
“…it’s stupid,” Cuddlebug reiterated. When Ladybug refused to budge, she sighed. Her hands dropped from her shoulders to her arms, and she rubbed the red and black spots nervously. “It was Dingo’s idea, so you know it’s stupid.”
“Well, now you have to tell me,” Ladybug snorted. Cuddlebug rolled her eyes, and when she stayed silent Ladybug poked her exposed stomach. She squirmed a little, making Ladybug grin. “Viperion.”
“You just seemed…interested,” she continued. She looked to the patch of roof between them, curling her toes in her slippers. She felt heat crawling up her neck. “Earlier. When…and there’s an Atlantean kwami that…and I’m not technically Viperion.”
“Becoming a girl makes you ramble like me,” Ladybug giggled. Her hands settled on her hips, and Cuddlebug shivered as her gloves rubbed against her skin. “So what am I supposed to call you, if not Viperion?”
She groaned and curled around Ladybug, pressing her face into her shoulder. This was a horrible idea. Ladybug was going to be so pissed. Why had she agreed to this?
“…Cuddlebug,” she mumbled into her shoulder. She felt and heard Ladybug snort, and she tapped her head against her. “Lay off. It was Dingo’s idea.”
“Why?” Ladybug snickered. Cuddlebug concentrated on her power, on letting the disguise drop, and sh…he stepped back from Ladybug. Ladybug’s eyes blew wide as she sucked in a breath.
“Because the kwami that has the power of disguise is a cuttlefish, and because this was basically a Ladybug booty call, Ding thought the name Cuddlebug was hilarious,” he groaned. He brought his hands up to rub against his face, which was weird in and of itself. Inkki typically manipulated Dingo’s sunglasses into a pair of goggles, but Hyyde had provided him no such cover. Instead of a physical mask the skin around his eyes was smeared in shades of black and red, still disguising his identity but looking more like war paint than a mask. His face felt bare, and was just another way he felt too exposed while transformed. “I never should have agreed to this. I am so sorry, darning.”
“This…is a booty call?” she asked. He cracked an eye open and found she was smiling – grinning – at him. She stepped back to him, her hands once again finding the bare skin of his hips. He sucked in a breath when she toyed with the top of the reddish-black sarong covering his lower half. “Vi…Cuddlebug. What makes you think I’m that type of superhero?”
He swallowed thickly as she started walking him backwards. The roof was rough under his bare feet, but he was a little too distracted by the look in his girlfriend’s eyes to notice. She stopped walking when his back hit a wall, the old brick also rough against his skin. One of her gloved hands came to rest over his heart, and he wondered if she could feel it racing.
“His words, not mine,” he finally said. His hands found her hips, and he wasn’t sure if he pulled her towards him or she stepped closer, but suddenly she was flush against him. Cuddlebug’s natural costume – which was nothing more than the sarong, war paint, and a scarf around his head – did nothing to hide how she was affecting him. She pressed her hips into his, and he sucked in a hissing breath as his dick twitched. God, he wanted her… “I just thought you could use a…break. You looked stressed earlier.”
“That’s what the run was for,” Ladybug purred, her fingers slipping into the back of his sarong.
“I didn’t know about…the run,” he said, swallowing as she gripped his ass and rocked against him.
“And the…disguise?” Ladybug continued, snickering again.
“You seemed interested in my boobs,” he said, shrugging a little. His fingers tapped nervously on her waist. She choked on a laugh, ducking her head as she rolled her hips again – as he guided her closer. “And you said I looked hot in the…what did you call it? Gerudo getup? Hyyde could facilitate that, and she didn’t have a problem helping, and…I guess I was…curious.”
“…change,” Ladybug said, her hand stilling on his lower stomach. He almost whined, especially when she pressed her palm flat against him and bit at his exposed nipple. She nuzzled against his chest, her fingers curling against his stomach. “You’ve got me curious, too.”
“D-darning,” he whined. She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, moving to brush her lips against his ear. The golden hoop earrings that were his current Miraculous pressed against his neck with her movements, the metal cold against his skin.
“I’ll take care of you, star,” she whispered, kissing the ruby stud that topped the hoop. “Now change.”
“Camouflage,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he felt the power sweep over him. He focused on the Arab Snake, felt his body shift and shimmer, and when she took her next breath she felt the veil fluttering over her mouth. Mint eyes blinked open to find dark blue staring back at her. Ladybug’s hand came up to cup her cheek, moving her veil as she guided her head down. Cuddlebug stopped thinking of pretty much everything except the feel of Ladybug’s lips against her own after that.
At least until Ladybug’s mouth left hers to trail a path along her jaw, down her neck, and towards her chest. Cuddlebug moaned as her hand came up to cup a breast, her thumb brushing over her nipple as she felt the weight in her palm. She squeezed gently. Cuddlebug’s head fell back against the roof as a jolt shot through her, unprepared for how having her breasts…fondled, even through fabric, would feel. His…her chest had never been that sensitive before. She sucked in a breath as Ladybug hummed – then another when Ladybug’s mouth closed over the skin by one of the fangs on her chest and sucked.
“I like these,” Ladybug giggled, grazing her teeth over the top of one breast. Cuddlebug forced her eyes open and looked down at her, but her breath caught again at the dark look in Ladybug’s eyes. At the way she was peeking up at her, her mouth still on her breast. At the way she moved even lower, her lips closing around where her nipple was pebbling and closing around it through the fabric. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry as Ladybug’s tongue swirled over the scales of her bikini. Ladybug hummed, her eyes closing in bliss. “…but I do kinda miss this.”
…a strangled moan – a loud strangled moan – slipped out of Cuddlebug when Ladybug slipped a leg between hers and raised her knee, pressing it against Cuddlebug’s groin. A gloved hand covered her mouth, and Ladybug tried to shush her as she laid her head on Cuddlebug’s chest.
“Sh-shhhh,” she giggled, turning her head to kiss her chest. She looked up at her, and Cuddlebug swallowed at the way her eyes seemed to dance in the moonlight. “You don’t want someone to catch us up here, do you?”
Cuddlebug nipped at her fingers, and Ladybug giggled as she took her hand away – but then she was gasping, squeaking, as Cuddlebug grabbed her hips and spun them, lifting Ladybug and pinning her to the wall as her mouth crashed into hers, desperate and hungry.
“It wouldn’t…have been a problem,” she panted, groaning as Ladybug moaned into her kiss. Her tongue slipped inside her girlfriend’s mouth, licking along hers and drawing out another one of those delicious little moans, as she ground her hips into hers. They were both panting when she finally pulled her mouth away. “…if you had been at home, where I was trying to surprise you, and not on patrol.”
There was a moment – a brief moment – where Ladybug looked like she was about to agree. But then Ladybug lifted her head and looked around. She braced her hands on Cuddlebug’s bare shoulders and pushed herself up, craning her neck to survey they roof. And then she was settling back against the wall, pushing her hips into Cuddlebug’s, and running her hands over her shoulders. She smiled as her fingers traced along the silver snake on her left arm. Her touch was feather-light and enough to send a shiver down Cuddlebug’s spine.
“I should tell you to take me home,” Ladybug purred. Cuddlebug’s throat went dry at the sound. “But you were right earlier. I haven’t really been taking care of myself, have I? Or you. And I’m really stressed out, and you are so hot like this, and apparently I’m super fucking horny.”
“Marinette,” she hissed, dropping her head to her shoulder. Ladybug giggled and cupped the back of her head, brushing her fingers through her teal hair.
“Put me down, Lu,” she whispered, kissing her temple. “Put me down and get against the wall. No one’s going to see us up here. We’re away from the edge, and it’s dark out. Put me down.”
…she did as she was told. She had little choice, when Ladybug used that voice on her.
Ladybug wasted little time. Her mouth was back on hers as soon as her feet were on the ground, spinning them again to back her up against the wall. She tugged her hips out, giggling as the beads and chains jingled, and tried to slip her fingers inside Cuddlebug’s pants. They barely wiggled past the black band lining the scaled bikini bottom, though, making Ladybug whine into her mouth.
“I…I think,” she said, pausing to catch her breath as she scratched at Cuddlebug’s waistband again, “this is going to be a problem.”
“Welcome to my world,” Cuddlebug laughed, the sound breathless as she nuzzled Ladybug’s neck. She nipped at the fabric covering her skin, making Ladybug gasp and arch towards her. “You know how damn hard it is to get into the suits.”
“The other one did seem to have easier access,” Ladybug hummed, nudging Cuddlebug’s face back with her shoulder. She smirked as she reached up to lift her veil. “And as hot as you look like this, it didn’t have this pesky veil getting in the way all the time, either.”
“The veil is very annoying,” she agreed, chuckling. Ladybug nodded before leaning up to kiss her, her tongue flicking at Cuddlebug’s lips before darting into her mouth when she sighed.
“Think…think you could switch back?” she asked, tugging on her pants again. Cuddlebug hummed as if she wasn’t really listening, so Ladybug tugged harder. “Just the outfit, though?”
“Just…?” Cuddlebug asked, blinking dazed eyes at her.
“I want to try something,” she said, flicking the gem below her navel. When Cuddlebug continued to stare at her, Ladybug bit down on her lip and ran her finger along the skin above her waistband. Her cheeks felt warm, and she hoped it was dark enough that her boy…girlfriend? Her Cuddlebug wouldn’t see. (That was an awful name, she hated it, Dingo was a moron for even suggesting it, and she’d be using it for the rest of their lives, she was sure.)
“Try…?” Cuddlebug asked, but her words cut off in a moan when Ladybug’s lips found her neck again. Ladybug giggled and wrapped an arm around her neck, tugging her down. She stood on her toes to reach her ear, her breath warm and sending shivers down her spine.
“You know that thing you do?” she whispered. Cuddlebug’s face scrunched in confusion.
“You’re…going to have to be more specific,” she said. She turned her head and kissed Ladybug’s cheek, and Ladybug giggled as the veil brushed against her skin. “I do a lot of things, you know.” She lowered her voice and nudged the side of her face with her nose. “A lot things you seem to enjoy, too.”
Ladybug hummed, and Cuddlebug bit her lip when she rocked against her. Her hands slid down Ladybug’s suit, settling on her ass and tugging her closer. It wasn’t the same. She was used to…there was a sort of relief, she supposed, but it was different. In her mind, she kept thinking how she wanted to pin Ladybug against the wall, to grind her erection against her until they both came (and Sass was complaining about activities in the suit and the cleanup honestly). But this form didn’t have an erection, and all Cuddlebug was aware of was an aching, a burning, and while she knew in theory how to relieve it, she didn’t know how to relieve it. Ladybug was driving her crazy.
“That thing…you know…with your tongue, and you…” Ladybug purred, and Cuddlebug’s mind shut down when she swirled her finger around her navel in a familiar way. Her head dropped back against the wall with a moan, and Ladybug giggled as she did it again. “Y’know. That thing.”
“Yeah, that thing,” she sighed, swallowing thickly. Her hands flexed on Ladybug’s hips, wanting to pull her closer and reach between them at the same time. It wasn’t fair: Ladybug had her mind scattering, but she seemed completely unphased. Totally in control. Which…was normal, yeah, but damn it all if she didn’t want to wreck her, too. “You love that thing.”
“…I wanna see if you’ll love it, too,” she said. She tugged on her waistband again and dipped her head to her chest, kissing the top of a breast. “Please? Try for me?”
Cuddlebug swallowed again and nodded. She squeezed Ladybug’s hips and pushed her back, just enough that her mind could attempt to clear and she could focus – but then Ladybug whined, and that was making it really hard to focus on anything but the hero before her. She cracked an eye open and gave her a Look, and Ladybug stuck her tongue out at her. She dove in for a kiss, nipping at that tongue before she could pop it back in her mouth.
“Stop distracting me,” she murmured against her lips. “I’m not used to this Miraculous, remember?”
“I’ll behave,” Ladybug said, but by the way she giggled Cuddlebug didn’t really believe her. Still, she closed her eyes again and focused. She felt for the power, feeling out the illusion, and concentrated on shifting it. She could feel the power swirling around her, and from Ladybug’s gasp she thought it was working. When she opened her eyes again, she felt…lighter. Barer.
“…oh,” Ladybug breathed. Cuddlebug blinked at her before following her gaze, looking down at her chest to see…
…she had forgotten a top.
She felt heat crawling up her neck as Ladybug stepped back over to her. She wasn’t used to having…she wasn’t used to needing to…but any thoughts about how careless she had been with the costume went straight out the window once Ladybug’s hands were on her bare breasts, lifting them to feel their weight and brushing her thumbs over pebbling nipples. Cuddlebug gasped at the sensation – his…her…his nipples had always been a little sensitive, but not like that. Which was…weird, because they were technically an illusion, right? Except they didn’t feel like an illusion, especially when Ladybug lowered her mouth and wrapped her lips around one. When she pinched the other and sucked, making Cuddlebug arch her back into her touch. Ladybug kept her hands on her breasts, gently massaging as her mouth trailed lower, peppering kisses along her stomach and down, until she was on her knees before her.
She looked up at her with a smile, and Cuddlebug’s mouth went dry when she leaned forward and kissed the knot of her sarong.
“This looks better,” Ladybug said, her voice smooth as sin as her hands slid down Cuddlebug’s sides – or started to, until Cuddlebug reached up and held one of her hands to her breast. Her other hand fisted against the wall, and Ladybug giggled before kissing just below her navel. She squeezed her breast, and Cuddlebug sighed as she released her hand. Ladybug watched, her eyes darkening, as Cuddlebug cupped her own breast and dropped her head back against the bricks. Ladybug’s hand joined her other at the knot of the sarong, and she smiled as she tapped on Cuddlebug’s waist, drawing her attention back to her. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready, darning,” she sighed, rocking her hips towards her. “I feel like I’m going to explode if you don’t get your mouth on me.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” Ladybug laughed. She tugged on the knot of the sarong, then frowned when it proved tighter than she’d anticipated. She glanced up at Cuddlebug and tried again, but it still held fast. Cuddlebug groaned and dropped her head back onto the wall, so she missed the little shrug Ladybug gave before parting the opening in the fabric and ducking inside. She definitely didn’t miss Ladybug’s mouth suddenly on her, hot and demanding and wet and…or, God, was she the one who was that wet? She hadn’t really noticed it, distracted as she was by Ladybug’s hands and mouth on her, but now that she had… “God, star, you’re soaked. How is that such a turn-on? Is it the same for you, when you make me wet?”
“I feel like I should be embarrassed,” she said, laughing breathlessly, “but I really just want you to keep doing what you’re doing.” She moaned as Ladybug slid her fingers along her slit, her mouth still teasing her. “And you know it is, darning. I love…I love seeing how I affect you.”
Apparently, Cuddlebug’s suit hadn’t included any underwear. Or, like the top, she hadn’t really been focused on conjuring underwear when she shifted. Ladybug hummed and licked her again, pausing right before she hit…and then Cuddlebug yelped as her lips closed around her clit. Her head snapped down, eyes wide as they locked on the covered head of the hero between her legs. Ladybug rubbed the back of her thigh, a silent question, before she sucked again. A loud moan left Cuddlebug’s lips as her head dropped back onto the bricks, her knees buckling slightly as she sank down on the wall.
“Good?” Ladybug asked, moving back a little, but her fingers were still teasing along her lips.
“D-different,” Cuddlebug gasped, “but…yes. God, yes. Keep…keep doing that, please.”
“Doing what?” Ladybug giggled. A finger slipped inside her and curled, wiggling a little. “I’m not doing anything, star.”
“Bullshit!” Cuddlebug cried when she slid another finger inside and began slowly pumping them. “God, how do you…stop teasing me!”
“But you love teasing me,” Ladybug giggled. She thrust her fingers sharply, deeply, and slowly curled them as she lapped at her again. “I’m…I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would.” There was another kiss on the crease of her thigh, and then another slow lick. “You’re kinda hot like this, star.”
Cuddlebug was glad to hear that – this whole thing had been so Ladybug would enjoy herself, after all – but that aching inside her was getting sharper with every lick, every pull, and she just wanted to come, damn it.
“M..Ma…Bug, please,” she whimpered, her hand falling to her head and bunching the dark fabric covering it. Ladybug hummed, her mouth still on her clit, and a shiver raced up Cuddlebug’s spine at the feeling. Her hips bucked, rocking into Ladybug’s touch, and Ladybug moaned as she pushed her fingers in deeper. Cuddlebug realized she wasn’t just stroking her – she was feeling for something, searching…and then her entire body jerked as Ladybug apparently found it, her back lifting off the wall and a hand slapping against her mouth to muffle the loud cry trying to come out.
Ladybug giggled and kissed her thigh, but when she thrust her fingers back inside she hit that spot again and pressed, and then her mouth was back on her clit, and she was rubbing, and then Cuddlebug wasn’t sure of much anything as everything flooded her senses. Her body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, as she came and then felt like she was coming again, or maybe it was just like that for girls, she wasn’t sure, but Marinette was still touching her, easing her through it, and all she was aware of was the intense pleasure this woman was giving her. How much she loved her, and how incredible she was making her feel, and how as soon as she had gathered her senses she wanted to repay her in kind.
At some point – she wasn’t quite sure when – her legs had given out on her, and Ladybug had eased her to the roof. She sat slumped against the wall, one of Ladybug’s arms around her shoulders as she breathed little praises into her hair. Her other hand was still cupped over her cunt, her middle finger rubbing lazy, light circles against her…and her body was still trembling, and she realized she was still moaning, and she turned her face towards Ladybug to muffle the sound.
“You were beautiful, Lu,” she whispered, brushing her bangs back. “Oh my God. That was so hot. Your face…”
“Give me…give me a minute,” Cuddlebug panted, her hand rubbing along the fabric covering Ladybug’s thigh. When had she curled her leg around her? “I need to…”
“That good, huh? You’re usually at least a little coherent after,” Ladybug giggled. Cuddlebug groaned and tried to think of something snappy to say in reply, but another shiver coursed through her before a flash of light engulfed…him. Luka blinked and looked down at his stomach, where Hyyde was groaning.
“S-sorry, Master,” she mumbled. Ladybug cooed above her, brushing a finger along her scarlet head. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve been on the field. I’m afraid I’m not as strong as I used to be.”
“It’s ok, sweetie,” Ladybug said, picking her up and petting her again. “We’ll take you home and get you something to eat.” She paused, blinking at the little kwami. “Er…what do you eat, anyway?”
“Shrimp,” the cuttlefish said, nuzzling into Ladybug’s palm, “but the Guardian has been giving me…goldfish? It is a baked treat.”
“…Dingo’s been feeding her Goldfish crackers?” Ladybug asked, looking at him.
“He feeds Inkki coffee, darning,” Luka said, pushing himself up a little. “I’m pretty sure I saw him giving the Starfish marshmallows. Ok. I think I can move again. Holy shit, that was intense.”
Ladybug was snickering again, but she stopped when he tugged her mouth back to his, his fingers curling against the back of her head. She moaned when his tongue slid into her mouth. Both tried to ignore the giggling kwami between them.
“Take me home,” he whispered against her lips. “Feed the kwamis. Then, please, let me fuck your brains out.”
She snorted and dropped her head against his shoulder, laughing as he rubbed her back.
“Well, with an offer like that…” she snickered, pushing herself to her feet before helping him up. Hyyde had floated up to sit on her head, and she giggled as Luka grinned at her. Ladybug quickly pulled him back to her, though, kissing him again. “How can I refuse?”
– V –
“Yes…yes…God, yes, th…” Marinette gasped, her grip tightening on Luka’s shoulders as his thrusts grew more frantic, more bruising, more…she turned her face, pressing her open mouth against his neck as she tried to hold in her scream. It was early, and her walls were thin, and the last thing she needed (especially after how loud they had been last night) was… “There!”
His hand shoved roughly into her hair as she fell apart, as he held her together, a keening cry that was muffled by his neck slipping out as her eyes clamped shut so tightly specks of light danced behind them. His hips snapped back into her and she screamed again as he hit her just there, her entire body trembling as her walls spasmed around him, milking him, clenching until…
“Jesus fuck,” he hissed by her ear, groaning as the arm that was supporting them against the wall gave way and they dropped back to her bed. Her mouth moved along his skin, pressing open kisses against his neck and shoulder as she murmured quiet encouragements, adorations, praises to him. He held her head closer as his other arm bent above them, his hand fisting in her pillows as his hips jerked. There was no longer any rhythm, no steady pace, but every pump sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling through her. A few more sporadic thrusts found him collapsing on top of her, panting and shaking as he slowly came back to himself. Her hands ran through his sweaty hair, brushing it back from his face as she peppered little kisses along his brow.
“I…I gotta say,” she giggled, nuzzling her nose against his temple. He grunted in acknowledgment, and she tipped his head up to smile at him. Her smile warmed when she saw the completely blissed-out expression on his face. “I like your boobs.” His brow started to furrow, but she tilted his head up just a bit more to kiss him. His hand squeezed her ass, and then she was giggling again as she rolled her hips into him, clenching and making him hiss as his cock twitched inside her. His hand tightened and pulled her closer, his hips jerking towards her again and making her hum. “I love your cock, though.”
His entire body shook, and he groaned as he dropped back against her, his face nestled between her breasts. He kissed the side of one, then turned and kissed the valley between. Her hands were combing through his hair again, and he shuddered as he laid his ear over her heart.
“I love you,” he murmured. “The tits are nice, and your cunt –”
She giggled and tapped her knee against his side, and he grinned before kissing her breast again.
“I just love you,” he sighed.
“I love you,” she said, bending to kiss his head. “Tits or no.”
He made an incoherent, unintelligible sound, and she laughed as she tugged on his hair.
“C’mon, sleepyhead,” she said. “Shower? Let me clean you up?”
He knew they needed to. He needed to get out of her and dispose of the condom. And he would. In a minute.
“Ok,” he said, though he made no effort to move. She nudged him again, giggling, but he still didn’t budge.
“C’mon,” she giggled, tickling his sides. He looked up at her, almost pouting, and she smirked at him. Her hands stretched down, her nails scratching along the top of his ass. His eyes started to close at the touch, until she spoke and they popped open in annoyed disbelief. “Cuddlebug.”
He groaned, dropping his head back to her breasts (which, no matter what she said, were so much better than his had been). He was never going to live that one down…