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“Chat, do you masturbate?”
Adrien thought that dying because he’d choked on his spit was not a good way to go. But this was where he was headed anyway.
“Excuse me?”
He had to ask. Maybe he’d misheard. Ladybug wouldn’t ask him that, right? Maybe he was dreaming. He surreptitiously pinched his cheek. Nope, it hurt.
But he still wasn’t sure what his answer should be. He suspected that “Yes, my fantasies about you fuel that,” might not be accepted very well.
“I mean, it’s a pretty natural thing to do, right? We’re teenagers, we’re curious.” She looked strangely calm as she said this. Well, she was right. It wasn’t something to be embarrassed per se. But to discuss it with the love of his life? That was another level.
“You’re right,” he agreed. Maybe if he kept it neutral it would help to remain calm. “You just caught me by surprise. Why are you asking?”
“I’ve heard it’s easy for boys,” she said. He expected her to say more but she left that hanging, waiting for him to confirm or deny.
“I guess?” He hadn’t really thought about it. But since it didn’t take a lot of time and wet dreams were a thing, he could agree with that.
“Well, I have a bit of a problem,” her voice dropped a little and she averted her gaze. Finally. “I can’t do it.” Well, this was certainly not what he’d expected.
“I don’t think I’m qualified to help with this, m’lady,” he admitted. “Maybe ask a girl friend? They should know better.”
“Um, I guess I could do that. But I can’t really tell anyone why I’m so stressed that I need to release. And… I trust you.”
Oh. She trusted him. She needed him. Even if the thought of imagining his lady doing that was almost too much, he could handle that. For her.
“Ok. What’s wrong?”
“It feels good, but it’s not getting anywhere. Maybe I’m doing something wrong.”
“Have you tried…” There should be instructions somewhere. There was everything on the Internet, right?
“I read on it, yes. I think the problem is in my head. I can’t imagine something that could help me along.” Ouch. Ok, this answered the question on if he starred in her fantasies.
“I really don’t know how to help with that.”
He certainly didn’t have such a problem. She was always there in his imagination, so real and so potent as a stimulator. Not that he was going to tell her that.
“I thought… maybe if someone did it…”
Now she looked embarrassed. And shy. And what was she asking of him exactly?
“You want me to help you masturbate?”
His voice was shrill and he thought he was boiling alive in his suit. The thought of touching her. Doing that to her. With her permission.
“If.. it’s not too much to ask. I just feel so restless, so frustrated. It’s terrible.”
Was it? They were friends. They were partners. They saved each other’s lives. They were comfortable with each other. He loved her. He wanted to help her. Where did one draw the line?
“No?” It sounded unsure in his ears. He wasn’t wondering if he’d regret it. He wouldn’t. But what about her? How did they get back from that to being just… this.
“Also, with you here,” She cleared her throat. “Maybe it would be easier.
“Me?”
“Come on, kitty, I'm not blind. You’re sexy.”
“I am?” He blinked in surprise. Maybe he shouldn’t be so quick to decide if she was attracted to him.
She giggled. The sound went somewhere it wasn’t supposed to go. But could anyone blame him with the topic of their conversation?
“How.. are we doing this?” He asked, surprised by the certainty that they were indeed doing it, now. But she didn’t protest.
“If you sit behind me and I recline against you?”
“Ok.”
He did that, sitting down, his back against the wall, while she settled between his legs.
When she leaned against him, his whole body felt on fire. But it was nothing compared to how he felt when she grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs.
“Oh dear.” He couldn’t stop the exclamation that left his mouth. This was like a wet dream come true.
“Kitty, if it’s too much…”
“Go ahead. I’m fine.” He wasn’t.
“Just be careful with the claws. I suspect that they can rip the suit.”
The idea almost made his brain short circuit. To rip her suit. Touch her without it. Jesus. He just had to hope that she wouldn’t consider his reaction strange considering what they were doing.
She directed his fingers between her legs, using her own to guide him. A whimper fell from her lips and he had to close his eyes.
He had to separate this. The way he wanted her. Was dying to kiss her and make love to her and just.. No. He could think that in the privacy of his home. Now, this was about her.
“Like this?” He asked, surprised by how husky his voice sounded. She swallowed, as if this affected her as well. And she wriggled her butt against him a bit, making him bite back a moan.
“Yes,” she breathed, pressing harder. He could feel the outline of her under the suit. His problem was that his imagination was too vivid. He could imagine how she looked under the suit and…. Focus.
He followed her guidance, pressing against a spot that made her gasp.
“Lighter,” she stuttered and he eased the pressure. “Just there, but not so hard.”
He did it again and this time she moaned. Outright moaned. A sound that made him whimper. Her head was against his shoulder and her eyes were closed and she looked so trusting.
Her hand fell away after a while, leaving him to do it on his own. Her legs widened, giving him more access and urging him on. So he didn’t stop.
Then she took his other hand and placed it on her chest.
“Ngh.”
She didn’t seem to notice his reaction. Just used his hand to knead the soft flesh. His mind again supplied images which were not so helpful. If he wasn’t careful, he’d finish this before he got her anywhere.
“Is this ok?” He asked. Trying to coordinate his hands. Then he gave up and just took turns.
She just hummed. And then her butt wriggled against him again, making him gasp. She was doing it on purpose. She must have felt how hard he was and..
A sinful sound fell from her lips and he realised something. She was enjoying this. She liked the effect she had on him. The thought made him rub a bit more quickly and she trembled under his touch.
“Yes!” It was a cry, a sound of pleasure that made him swallow painfully. He felt fingers grip his thigh and focused on doing exactly what he was doing. Her breath came out in short puffs in his ear and when he stole a look at her face he saw that she was biting her lip and her hair was all messed up. She was so beautiful. And sexy.
He paid attention to her, to the way she lifted her hips to meet his hand, the way she breathed, the way she moaned. He waited for further direction from her but it didn’t come. But she did.
Her body was suddenly all tense and then the best sound of all alerted him to the release washing over her. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he kept his fingers in place until she pushed them away, while gasping for air.
“Oh God,” she said as she relaxed against him.
“Wow.”
It was a whole miracle he hadn’t made a mess in the suit because he was sure this was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, experienced, imagined. He’d got her there.
He carefully removed his other hand from her breast, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable when she came down from her high.
“This was even better than what I imagined,” she said eventually, her voice hoarse.
“I’m very happy to hear that,” he smiled in the darkness.
“Thank you for helping me.’
“Anytime.” She giggled. “I-I mean it. If you need me to do this again, I can do it.”
He didn’t want to sound too eager, but also didn’t want to leave a trace of doubt in her mind. He wanted to make her feel this great. He wanted to help her relax.
“Thanks, kitty.”
The kiss to his cheek was the most surprising thing of all. He’d made her come and somehow this was what left him shaken.
When she left, a little unsteady on her legs, he rushed home. To relive all this without worrying about his imagination taking it too far. And to ease the pressure in his own body. He certainly needed it.