The Birthday Trap
Written by: JuliaFC
Language Betas: Mystic_Raven20 and Katieykat513
Concept Betas: Mystic_Raven20, EtoileLeadSama and Rosehealer02
Written for Malauu_Ladynoir's birthday
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Chapter 7 — Washing up…
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He didn't even need to push in, because she did it for him. She bucked her hips forward and wrapped her legs around him, not wanting him to have any doubts in whether she was consenting or not. Her hand moved to his dick and guided it inside, a loud moan escaping both of their mouths as he slowly plunged deep down.
She'd read that it could hurt. She'd read that it would've been at least uncomfortable. But Marinette at that precise moment of time was so far gone that even if someone had tried to stab her, she wouldn't have felt it. And believe her when she thought it, the sensation of his hard cock filling her was far from being painful. Was even far from being slightly uncomfortable. It felt divine! It felt as if she was full for the first time in her life. He reached as far as he could reach and didn't move for a moment, allowing her to get used to his size, and it took every ounce of Marinette's will to not buck her hips again to get more friction.
"Tell me when you're ready," he whispered in her ear, causing goosebumps to lift the hair of her arms and a shiver to run down her spine.
"Go on," she breathed, unable to say anything else, except moan in ecstasy as the friction she desperately needed became a reality. He started moving, first slower and then always faster, taking her breath away.
"Don't you dare stop!" she groaned into his ear, her arms wrapping around his back, her fingernails dipping in his skin.
"I couldn't, even if I wanted to." He reached for her folds again, finding her clit and starting to rub it faster and faster, until she screamed his name again and her walls started pulsing around his dick, stimulating him even more and prompting his release, groaning her name into her ear.
They stayed still, panting heavily, still wrapped in a bundle of limbs, his softening cock still buried inside her heat, both savouring immensely the closeness with each other. The thought of having become one. The certainty that the last few hours of their life had changed everything.
Eventually however, Adrien sat up.
"Mhhhhhhh stay…" moaned Marinette trying to grab hold of him.
He smiled softly at her. "Sorry, Buguinette. I need to dispose of the condom. I'll be right back."
And so he was. When he came back, he laid down on the chaise longue next to her and wrapped her in a hug.
"Do you think Nino will mind if I buy a Chateau for Alya's birthday?" He felt her chuckle against his chest. "I'm serious! I'm the happiest man on Earth and it's all because of her. That woman deserves a monument!"
Marinette's chuckle turned into a genuine laugh. "I think he could live with it, yeah. Especially because he would be living in it." She tapped her index finger to her chin. "Although, Alya being the city girl that she is, maybe she'd prefer an apartment in the city centre."
"Okay, it's set then. An apartment right under the Eiffel Tower!"
Marinette laughed more. "Oh, Chaton. You're incorrigible…"
"I'm fucking in love. So fucking in love that my heart is bursting right now." He said that while gazing into her eyes with his magnetic green ones, and Marinette couldn't talk anymore. So she did the only sensible thing that came to her mind and placed her lips on his.
When they separated again, both their breathing heavy, both their lips swollen, she started playing mindlessly with a lock of blond hair that was stuck on his forehead.
"I love you, so much."
He smiled. "Say that again."
She looked him in the eye. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
His smile widened. "Again, again, again."
She plunged up to hug him tight, laughing. "Adrien Agreste, I love you so much that words can't describe the feeling, mon Minou."
"I waited too long to hear it; I want you to never stop saying it. Ever," he whispered with a content little sigh as he strengthened his hold on her and his eyelids started feeling heavy.
But it was just before both of them had drifted off to sleep that Plagg zipped to them from wherever he had been hiding with Tikki up to then. He dived in Adrien's clothes, emerging with a slice of cheese in his paws that he ate in one bite, and then zipped close to their heads to give them a little smirk. But as he did so, his nose wrinkled and his cunning little smirk changed into a grimace of disgust.
"Eeeeew, you two better take a shower, you stink worse than my cheese. I'm not sleeping with you two…"
Adrien's eyelids suddenly lost their heaviness, and so did Marinette's as they both gasped and turned purple.
"He's right I guess. Besides, someone smeared whipped cream all over me a little while ago, I feel sticky," whimpered Marinette, highlighting the 'someone' by cocking an eyebrow at him.
Adrien's bottom lip curled down in a pout. "Well, Mademoiselle didn't seem bothered about it when I was actually doing it earlier on!"
She pushed her forehead against his chest. "Do you mind if I go first? I can't keep my eyes open."
He chuckled."If you did so, you'd have a stinky lover in the morning, because my eyelids are very heavy too." They exchanged a tired glance.
"Together then?" they said at the same time and chuckled.
As they got up, grabbed some towels and made their way downstairs, Plagg curled up on a little spot at the side of the chaise longue and opened an eye to see them disappearing behind the trapdoor, a little smirk curling up his lips.
"Peace and quiet." He yawned.
Tikki zipped next to him and curled down near his head. "For now," she said.
Plagg raised a tired eyebrow. "Sheesh, don't tell me they're going to get at it all night…worse than horny rabbits, they really are."
The crystal sound of Tikki's giggle echoed in the empty room. "They've got too much time to make up for."
"Yes, so they have," muttered Plagg before taking advantage of the temporary quietness of the room for taking a nap.
To have his sleep outrageously disturbed again by the trap door opening with a loud thump. He opened a heavy eyelid to see a very wet Adrien coming through the trapdoor, getting to the drawer that contained the box of the plastic stuff to put on his dick, picking said box up and smiling sheepishly at him before saying, "Sorry, we forgot!" and head down. Plagg huffed—Adrien was dripping, he better pay attention at the steps to go downstairs.
The sound of someone falling and a couple of curses from downstairs told Plagg that Adrien had just realised that, too.
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When Marinette saw Adrien coming back into the bathroom massaging his backside, she muffled a laugh.
"Not funny," he said with an outraged pout. "I'll have a bruise on my bum for days."
She raised an eyebrow. "I'll have one on the base of my neck for quite a few days too, Adrien, and at least nobody's gonna see your backside." She moved her head to point her nose to the hickey he had previously left on her pulse.
A cheeky grin popped on his lips. "At least you took pleasure in getting that. You could kiss it better…"
She mirrored his grin. "Do you want a hickey on your backside?"
"If you consider it, I'm all up for it."
She rolled her eyes. "Who would ever think I would be sucking Adrien Agreste's arse?"
He chuckled. "Chat Noir's too…"
She slapped his arm, looking down, her face adorably flushed. "Stop…"
"You love me." He grabbed her by the waist and moved her flush to his front, attacking again the area she was complaining about, and sucking again on her pulse to leave an even more evident mark.
She moaned in his ear. "That I do. Unfortunately!"
He chuckled on the base of her neck as he took the shower gel from the side of the shower and started caressing slowly her bosom and the skin of her neck and tummy with it. Her moans multiplied.
"Did you get the box?" she asked with a hoarse voice.
"Of course," he said pointing out at said box, which he had put on the side of the sink before starting to tease her. She hadn't even noticed—Gosh, she was tired. He must have seen how she slouched her shoulders, because he moved closer to her again and carried on with his previous action that had caused such a pleasant reaction from her. He took more soap in his hands and started drawing slow circles on the skin of her tummy, immensely enjoying the tired but always louder moans that escaped from her throat. He soaped her front, then passed on to her back, with slow, firm circles that gave Marinette a taste of paradise. God, she was so fucking gone, but nothing could compare with the sensation of his hands moving down her back, and then cupping her backside and giving it a firm grope.
Her eyes slammed open.
"ADRIEN!" she squealed, jerking up in a way that made her boobs bounce, to Adrien's biggest delight. He chucked and repeated the offending action, causing Marinette to blush to the root of her hair.
"Forgive this cat, My Lady. I'm only an overgrown teenager who had to endure seeing the love of his life jumping around in a skintight suit for 5 years showing off her wonderfully shaped backside…" He groped her again. "And wasn't allowed to do this." He moved his arm dramatically to his forehead. "The torture…"
She laughed and picked up his hands again, replacing them on her backside where they had just been. He looked surprised.
"What?" she asked sheepishly, her cheeks dusting in a deep shade of pink. "I kissed your bum earlier, didn't I? And it wasn't Adrien's backside I was thinking about as I did it."
She wanted to kiss his satisfied little grin off his face as he groped her some more and started going further down, tickling the skin of her inner thighs and reaching for more soap.
"I knew you'd admit to having fallen for me one day," he said without looking at her and instead concentrating on her thighs, lathering them in soap, scraping their skin with his fingernails, and causing more moans and a deep tingle in her lower region. Tingles that became even stronger when he started teasing her calves, a part of her body that was very erogenous (not to say extremely ticklish) as they had discovered a couple of hours before. And he took full advantage of it, rubbing, tickling and worshipping the skin of her calves and her feet until Marinette was a right moaning and dripping wet mess (and said wetness wasn't only because they were in the shower!). She was clenching for her dear life around the back of his head, deep shivers running down her spine each time he touched the top part of her feet. The sole was an even better worse torture! But as he heard her heavy panting and took in with immense pleasure how flustered and out of her mind she looked, he stood up, let the water clean his hands from the soap, and asked her, "Have you got any intimate soap?"
Marinette could only point at a drawer, not trusting her voice to make any decent sound whatsoever. And the situation didn't improve when Adrien came back in the shower and started using said intimate soap. He popped quite a bit on his hand and Marinette's eyes widened.
"A little bit goes a long way with that actually. It takes ages to rub it off if you—"
His cheeky grin interrupted her. "My intention, entirely."
Sly little git he was. She blushed and looked down. "Ah."
But her embarrassment was short lived; the second his soaped hand reached for her folds, and the other soaped hand slipped inside her bum, she thought she was going to pass out from the overwhelming feeling. The jolt in her gut was so strong that the pang of electricity running through her could have lit the city for an entire week. No, make it a month. It was the combined sensation of both hands going down her most intimate parts that left her breathless. Together with his magnetic gaze as he was doing it.
"Fuck, how can you be so good at this…" she hissed under her breath.
He laughed. "You forget, my Lady, that I've had plenty of experience washing myself there, and talking pleasure out of it." He stopped for a second to rub her clit with a soapy finger, causing her to let out another trembling moan. "Since it's been the only pleasure I've ever had until today." He looked up at her and winked, but his smile was a little tense and his cheeks were very red.
For a second, Marinette felt awful about the way they had danced around each other for the last five years. But immediately after, his crafty fingers rubbing her clit and the hole of her butt (Gosh, she'd never thought it'd be an action that hot to endure…) made her forget about it. He increased the pace of his fingers on her clit, and she forgot her name and found herself clenching the handle of the shower. Meanwhile, Adrien had tilted her buttocks to allow the water to run through and help remove the soap, while the even faster action on her erogenous areas had her scream his name and come undone in literally seconds.
"Oh my God," she muttered in between heavy pants. "Is that why it takes you so long in the shower?"
He cleared his throat. "Did Nino tell you about it?"
"Ah—" She took another two breaths. "—ha…"
He pursed his lips but didn't lose his confidence, settling up to shrug his shoulders and give her a wink. "Well, now you know my darkest secret."
Marinette started laughing, but since she was still shaken by heavy pants, the laughter came out in waves and louder than it was intended. "Sorry," she chortled in between laughs, but then saw that he was laughing too.
But he stopped laughing when she picked up the head of the shower and brought it close to his abs, turning the water to the max and twisting the showerhead to make the water drip in such a way that the drops were thin and almost sharp, tickling his skin.
"Well, let's see if I can change something in this already well crafted department of yours."
"Not fair." He pouted. "My shower doesn't have a removable head."
She cocked a very wet eyebrow. "Adrien, I've seen your shower, you could have an orgie in there for how big it is, stop complaining!"
He raised a hand to his forehead. "Yes, ma'am…"
She laughed again. But he wasn't going to distract her from her goal, which was to give him a shower to remember. If it was possible, due to his 'experience' in the subject, but hopefully the fact she was doing it to him was going to be the added factor.
Gosh, had she just thought that the fact she, as in Marinette Dupain-Cheng she, was going to give Adrien Agreste a shower was going to be an added factor for his arousal?
She blushed at the very thought. Yes she had.
Okay, scratch that thought. Concentrate on the shower head! She closed her eyes, trying to empty her head from the catastrophising freaking out thoughts and get back her inner Ladybug. She could do this! After all, she had been the one who'd made him cum on her chaise longue earlier, by just kissing his backside. And he didn't even know she was Ladybug at that point!
She turned the showerhead towards him and started running it very close to his body, making sure that the streams were hitting very close to his skin. When she reached his nipples, she saw him gasping slightly.
"Nice, huh?"
"I didn't expect it but, yeah," he said.
Yes, she could definitely see how nice he felt the tickles of the water to be. A quick glance at his groin area showed her that his cock had already half-hardened up. The pulse shaking her gut at the sight took her unprepared. Gosh, she had caused that. She had caused Adrien Agreste's glorious cock to harden up. The edge of her mouth curled up in a sly little grin as she thought it.
"A cent for your thoughts," he said, placing a wet kiss on her even wetter ear.
She blushed red. "You don't really want to know…"
He grabbed her chin and moved her face in a way that forced eye contact. "You look at my dick and put up that sly grin, and then blush when I ask about it…and you think I don't wanna know?"
Gawd, he'd noticed the whole thing. Why had he been this damn observant? Her blush darkened, which obviously didn't sit well at all with Adrien's curiosity, because he frowned.
"Well?"
"Uh… I just thought…I did that…"
Adrien's frown faded like a drop of rain on a sunny day. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, crushing her into a hug. "I love you," he whispered, causing more shivers to run down her spine, the head of the shower getting squished in between them and starting to tickle her own skin.
Luckily that brought Marinette back in focus. She pulled away from him and sprayed him with water. "I love you too, but I need to wash you!"
He put his hands up. "Okay, okay… carry on!"
And so she did. She spent an immeasurably pleasurable amount of time passing the shower hose on every inch of his body, making sure she hit every single spot, except the one she wanted to hit the most. Then, she moved it to his now full hard-on and Adrien twitched.
"Wow, careful there, it's sensitive…" he muttered, but then she moved to his buttocks, using one hand to hold the shower head and the other to squeeze one of his bum cheeks. She distinctly felt him jerk a little at that.
"What?" she questioned him when he gave her a pointed look. "I told you already, you haven't been the only one to drool all over the other's arse."
He let out a deep chuckle. Then he looked at her frown and the chuckle turned into a laugh. Eventually, he was holding on to the shower door, roaring with laughter. So Marinette did the only thing that came to her mind to shut him up. She gathered quite a large handful of soap and started lathering it on his back, starting from his nape but quickly going lower to reach the amazingly toned subject of their previous conversation. But instead of groping it like he'd done with hers, she kept passing her hands lightly on his bum cheeks to create more foam.
His laughter quickly changed into a moan.
Then Marinette took a further handful of soap and started giving the same treatment to his front, moving her way forward to circle his waist and lather his deliciously toned abs and pecs (okay, that was just an excuse to lavish those glorious muscles with love…could you blame her?). Then she moved to his shoulders, armpits and biceps, sizing them with her fingers and marvelling at how they would fit perfectly in between the stretch of the fingers of both her hands. By then, Adrien was holding the shower door for a completely different reason, but his hold grew stronger when she went sitting on her heels, and started soaping his legs, knees, calves and feet. He wasn't as ticklish as her, but…even that nearly brought him over the edge.
Then, Marinette cleaned her hands from the soap, put the now switched off shower head back hanging on its hook, and took her own handful of intimate wash, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips.
Adrien whimpered. Oh revenge sweet revenge…
His hips buckled when she passed her soap-filled hand on his length, a growl so feral escaping his throat that if Marinette hadn't understood he was Chat Noir before, she may have grilled him now. Instead, she allowed her lips to stretch further and kept fondling his erected penis and his balls, until his breathing became erratic and she started getting worried for the safety of her shower door, for how strong his hold was on it. Wouldn't her papa be delighted to be presented with an unexpected bill for repairs the next day?
Hence, she moved down in between his legs, reaching to soap in between his bum cheeks. Well, that part of him deserved as much attention as the front, right? She spent quite some time doing exactly what he had done to her earlier, taking great care and attention at the hygiene of his butt hole. Adrien's moans had now multiplied, but it was nothing compared to when she picked up the shower head again, and turned it on to wash off the soap. Just a little splash of water on his dick, and soapy water wasn't the only liquid that washed off into the drain.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold myself. That's probably the hottest shower even I've ever had."
The sly smirk on Marinette's lips turned into a full blown, radiant (carefree…ok, let's not proceed further) smile, as she gave him a languid look.
"Good to know, loverboy," she said, her hand, plus shower head on the other hand, moving softly on his pecs. "It's just…such a shame for my mother's present to us."
She eyed the box of condoms on the sink as she said that and Adrien chuckled, causing her to look at him again. "Don't you worry, Mademoiselle. You keep this up and it won't take me long." He pointed down and she opened her eyes wide. His dick was already half hard.
Wow. her mother was right, they were rabbits…
She was considering whether to get one of the condoms now from the box or wait for later, when Adrien asked her, "Can I borrow some of your shampoo and conditioner?" She looked at him and noticed how her previous activity had completely soaked his hair, which now lay flat on his head, slightly darker in colour, and was parted in the centre of his forehead.
"You know, had I not found out you're Chat Noir earlier, now I would need CPR…"
A Chat Noir-esque smirk curled his lips, his green eyes shining with mischief. "Aren't you lucky my father got me trained for it?"
He cupped his hands to her cheeks and steadied her before crashing his lips on hers, Marinette feeling her heart jolted in her throat when his hands ran all over her taking advantage of the sleekness of her wet skin to glide all over her body, to eventually land where he wanted to get—between her legs.
He attacked her clit with his fingers with such eagerness that Marinette was fighting to breathe, already needing another shower after having just taken one. The lustful way his gaze caressed every inch of her body as he performed that action should have been made illegal. She didn't know what turned her on more, him kissing her or him looking at her like that, as if she were the most delicious meal.
But that was nothing compared to the way her whole core resonated when he suddenly disappeared from her vision, and Marinette felt his fingers parting firmly the folds of her sex, to then feel his tongue moving swiftly on her clit. She literally buckled on top of his head, letting out a growl mixed with a moan.
She took a few big breaths, suddenly needing to fill her lungs with air as her legs got mushier than jelly. "I…thought you wanted to—uh—wash your hair," she managed to say as the pressure in her belly built up even faster than it usually did.
"Later," he said, speaking with the most sensitive part of her body right in his mouth.
Marinette wanted to do something, anything to get distracted from the marvellous sensation of his tongue on her flesh, but couldn't think of anything. True to God, she couldn't really think about anything as the speed of his sucking on her clit increased. She leaned against the wall in front of her and grabbed the shower hose, desperate to hold on to something. But by doing that, she leaned further in him, making the pressure he exercised on her clit to increase. A series of moans came out of her, as in a matter of seconds, she came undone a second time.
While she was still heavily breathing and fighting to come down her high, Adrien opened the shower door and picked up the box of condoms, took one out of the wrapping paper and rolled it on his bulging cock.
He was inside even before she reached the ground from cloud nine, and suddenly she was on her way again, as he plunged inside of her with one strong push and started grinding against her, pinning her to the wall with his delightful weight, his body flush with hers. One of his hands ran again to her clit, rubbing it and playing with it while his dick pumped deep inside and established quite a fast and pleasant rhythm. It took less than five pushes for Marinette to scream his name in pure ecstasy as her walls started pulsing around his dick. Which started pumping even faster, until he groaned, moaning Marinette's name right into her ear. He collapsed on top of her, holding himself to her and pushing her even harder against the cold wall of the shower, their breaths coming out in perfect sync as their arms were wrapped firmly around each other.
"I really need to wash my hair, but I'm spent," he whispered into her ear.
Marinette moved her fingers on his scalp, combing through his amazingly soft curls that were now feeling so different against her fingertips. She looked around in a daze, noticing that the rack with the shower gel and shampoo was at her reach. So she grabbed her shampoo bottle, filled her hand with a generous amount of it and replaced the bottle on the rack, before splatting it on his head. The shock caused him to lift himself up and look at her, but that made him too tall for her to reach, so she pouted and lifted her hands, reaching his head and pulling him to her.
"Be a good boy and just bend."
The happy sigh that left Adrien's lips tickled the skin of her chest, just under her collarbone. She had just started rubbing the soap in his mane, raving silently at how soft it was mixed with the soap and how wonderful it would be to smell her shampoo coming from Adrien Agreste's super stylish hair, that she was left breathless again, when she felt his lips wrap around one of her nipples.
The moan that escaped her throat was not even close to being decent.
"Adrien, didn't you say you were tired?"
"I am," he said while sucking her boob, "but you told me to bend, and I ended up in nose contact with this feast."
Marinette wanted to roll her eyes and sigh, but Adrien decided to add to the sucking action of his mouth on one breast by pinching the other.
Another lustful moan escaped her lips, as she tried to concentrate very hard on rubbing his hair, but eventually had to subside and resolved to grab hold of the shower hose to wash the soap off it. She had barely managed to get a handful of conditioner and pass it on the ends of his hair when she felt his fingers reaching for her clit again.
"Adrien! You son of a b—"
His face pushed up and he gave her a stern glare. "Watch it, M'lady, don't offend my mother, she's the only decent parent I have." He looked up. "Uh, had."
She saw the shadow of sadness shining through his eyes, so she told him, "Pffft, I was going to say, 'son of a bastard' actually."
His frown faded away as he looked up again and seemed to think carefully at her words.
"Okay, you've got a point," he snapped and disappeared again to resume his previous action that had caused such colourful language to escape Marinette's usually much less potty mouth. Which was now very busy laughing, and moaning, and screaming at him to slow down because she couldn't concentrate enough to wash off the conditioner from his hair.
"Uh," he muttered as soon as the last bit of soap had left his mane.
"What is it?" she asked breathlessly.
"I'm hard again."
She laughed. "Monsieur Agreste, at this rate the 100 condoms won't be quite enough!"
Two condoms later, they were finally dry, back into Marinette's room, and laying naked on her bed, hugging tight because the chilly air of the night felt even more chilly after coming out of the steamy hot bathroom. It took them literally ten seconds to fall asleep.
To be Continued…
Author's Note:
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