"Hey, can we talk?" Marinette asked, trying to drag Adrien away before he could get too far away from her and toward the cafeteria. If she didn't flag him down before they vanished off to lunch then she was going to have ah harder time pulling him away. She gestured around toward an empty class room as if wanting to go there. "Something's bothering me."
"Sure, we can talk." Adrien shrugged, not putting too much thought into what that bother was. He was aloof and distant even as Marinette clearly expressed a worry about something, and as he followed her around the corner and down to the side of the school away from prying eyes, he didn't seem too concerned with it. "What's going on?"
The way Adrien remained so icy did nothing to make Marinette feel better about what she was about to do. This was a lot to take on and she was taking a big jump by even saying anything, which only made this feel more urgent and more frustrating. She made sure they were alone and away from things before finally she asked, "Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be okay?" That was the kind of answer that did nothing to help her out of this. With crossed arms and an assertive posture, Adrien seemed absolutely unwilling to budge on this matter, standing tight at attention, too standoffish for Marinette to be sure she would even be able to find an answer in all of this. He was too tensed up, too forward, assertive and harsh and not letting even a moment of sense through.
"This is what I mean," Marinette sighed. It was only confirmation that this was intentional, and she desperately wanted to try and get through to him. "Why have you been so cold to me the past few weeks?" She didn't understand it at all, and she felt the distance between them only getting more intimidating and frustrating to have to deal with.
"You really don't know?" scoffed Adrien. It was a genuine surprise that this had to her so confused and turned around when it all felt to him pretty clear. He almost felt bad for her not putting the pieces together. "It's ever since you started dating Luka. You didn't even realize, did you? You're so lovesick that it took you a while to catch on, which means you weren't paying any attention to how I was when you got together. Why wouldn't I be jealous when you won't even take a hint?"
"Jealous?" Marinette gasped. That one word was all she took from the whole thing thanks to just how weird and shocking his response was. He was cold and distant all of a sudden, and Marinette didn't really know how to respond to his harshness, staring at him with a hazy sense that she was definitely not prepared for what he was talking about now. "You don't need to be jealous, Adrien. I promise, I noticed! I just didn't know if something was wrong at first, then I saw you were only directing it at me."
"So you thought something was wrong, and you didn't ask?" Adrien remained harsh, almost to the point of hostility as he held strong against Marinette, his eyes remaining narrowed and harsh, a growing tension only getting weirder and harder as he braced himself for all of this. "Way to make me feel better."
"What? No, it's not like that!" Marinette didn't understand why he was acting like this, but the frustration was growing out of control, swelling with an intimidating confusion she didnt' know how to break through. "Adrien, please, talk to me. We can still be friends. I still want to be friends! We can talk about this, can't we?"
Then Adrien started to move. He slammed the classroom door shut behind him and marched right up to Marinette, imposing and forward, leaving her startled by just how insistent he could be and how little patience he showed, before he shoved her right up against the wall behind her. He didn't say anything in his advance, and rather than try to talk out nay of this, he shoved his tongue into her mouth, no warning or permission or question, just the sudden storm of insistence and pressure that left her totally unable to respond. This was not something she was ready for. Words? She could have handled words. Standoffish as Adrien was being, she was ready to appeal to reason and talk to him. There was no talking here, just a storm of weirdness and surprise taking tight hold of her as she tried to make even a little sense now of all the ways that Adrien was pushing against her.
He kissed her like he'd been waiting an eternity to. He kind of had. All the jealousy and frustration and fire inside of him needed to come out, and a beautiful relief came from throwing himself into what he so desperately craved, kissing her with the burning fever and commotion of something truly detached from sense. He didn't care about holding himself back, the uncontainable pleasure bringing on spectacular sweeps of dizzy fire and hunger. This was the only way he could have possibly dealt with these emotions, and it felt relieving to finally vent those frustrations and take her.
"Adrien," she tried to whine, pleading and pushing and squirming under the attention of his shameless touch, but as she tried to appeal to sense, she found it impossible to focus. He responded by kissing her again, shoving his body against hers to holed it against the wall while his hands went for his jeans. An overwhelming rush of emotions and confusions took hold of Marinette. She was frozen in place, struggling to make even some sense of the way that he shoved in against her body and began to invade her mouth with these kisses and insistent pressures. She felt wholly unable to answer what he was doing to her, and she didn't know where this was all going, but she didn't like the direction, whatever it was.
Getting his pants open and his cock out, Adrien wanted to move without restraint or patience. He had no desire to hold himself back or make an effort to ease up on her. He broke back from the kiss and pushed down on her shoulders, forceful and demanding in shoving Marinette down onto her knees in front of him, his hands seizing her wrists and pushing them up against the wall. Marinette had to have been able to defend herself more than she was, but she did nothing in the face of Adrien shoving his cock into her mouth and pinning her up against the wall, starting with relentless, fiery strokes forward.
"You're not resisting," he told her. "See? You want this. You want me and not him. You know it. Forget about Luka." His hips were erratic and ferocious in the dizzy rush of chaos and fire he was able to bring crashing down now upon her. lt was just what he needed, his cravings setting him alight in the mad and erratic possibilities. Everything he did had to be noisy and bold, had to be an expression of pleasures much too wicked to be able to fight. This was a moment of pure opportunity, a desire that carried him to want to ravage her, and every mad slam forward expressed his hottest and most fiery of passions. He forced his cock in deep, relentless and fierce and fully unable to contain himself or behave now.
Adrien needed to take charge and needed to fuck away the frustrations that were in the way of his desire and his greed. Every mad slam forward rattled Marinette with more intensity and pressure, and he rode out the sinful excitement of these possibilities with a stubborn sense that he was in tight control now, that as long as he could keep up the pace and keep fucking her face, he was in control. With that control, he could steer Marinette into things she had no power over, and his leverage over that situation was a very simple and very forward rush of the most persistent and chaotic of passion now.
Stuck up against the wall with her hands held down and a cock ramming down her throat, nothing could save Marinette from these pressures. She was stuck there, not even struggling while but just trying to make sense of everything Adrien was doing to her. She didn't understand it, and it left her with questions and crises, not least of which being that she had a boyfriend, who was not the boy currently in her mouth. Paralyzed by indecisive confusion and the sheer panic of how forceful Adrien was being, Marinette had no good answer to the ways he was using her, his mad strokes forward simply coming on with a burning spectacle and a sweeping, relentless pressure she had zero control over. Nothing here was going her way, and the burning exhaustion continued doing to her things so relentless and confused that she couldn't set her thoughts straight in trying to make a shred of sense of them now.
"You need me. Not him!" Letting his jealousy out and venting it with every mad slam forward, Adrien found himself finally sinking into the kind of relief he needed, the pleasure building inside of him, and that was all he cared about in this state. The ravenous, reckless desire carried him impatiently forward with a burning delight and a spectacular rush of pleasures so fierce and so hungry that he felt no reason to care about anything else. He knew this was the way to get what he wanted, barging forward and embracing the erratic dizziness and spectacle of simply giving in completely. Pure fire and fever carried him now, the burning delight coming on with sharp, senseless swells of a fever and a delight that knew no bounds. She'd come around, he knew it. He just had to throw himself into this.
Confused and reluctant but powerless to do anything but give in, Marinette sucked and struggled and gagged, squirming against the wall but not with any real sense of control, no boundary of reason that could save her now from these deep slides down. She was losing focus and losing control, wishing for stability where all she found was pure panic, and these wicked pressures continued only to escalate. She didn't know how to handle these brilliant and grand sweeps upward. She stared at him wondering what this was and how to deal with it, wishing he would say something and calm down, but all she felt was the continued spectacle of his insistence and his chaos pushing her down lower. she didn't know what to make of this and every hope within Marinette that he'd come to his senses felt like it was being dashed more and more by the minute.
He didn't let up on her. His cock pulsed down her throat, recklessly pounding harder forward. "It should have been me. Of course I was jealous. Of course I've been distant. I can't stand seeing you with him when you shoudl be with me!" All of Adrien's worst and harshest feelings manifested in a spectacle of frenzied jealousy, desperately seeking out some degree of control while everything just became too much to handle. he wished for stability but found only the plunge into mad, raw excitement that did nothing to make this easier for her. Marinette was going to give him what he wanted, but through his desperate efforts to take it all by force now.
Adrien held nothing back in the mad thrusts forward that bore down harder upon her He didn't let anything hold him back, flaunting his desire to keep going right up until the moment when finally he slammed his hips forward and he let himself give up. "Fuck, yes!" he groaned, throwing his head back and cumming into her mouth. "Swallow me. Taste me. Tell me I'm not better than him! You can't!" His legs shook and his body writhed through the weirdest and the maddest of possibilities, until he was simply lost. He made sure to hold his cock in and to not pull back until he could feel the motion of her swallowing, a few gulps needed to get it all down before he finally drew back.
Drool dripping from Marinette's lips as she sucked down her nervous breaths, the clumsy panic and utter shock of whatever the hell this was leaving her floored and baffled, unsure what had just happened or how she was supposed to deal with any of it. She felt profoundly compromised, wondering how this could have happened and what she was supposed to do with any of it. Adrien just forced himself on her, and the fact she had any sort of uncertain emotions about that situation left her utterly baffled. That wasn't a good sign of anything here, but that didn't matter. Her body shook through the weirdest of passions, and she didn't know what to do, outraged and confused, not sure if she could trust him now.
Finally, she asked, "If you wanted to date me, why couldn't you say something?" This didn't seem like the right way to go about any of this.
"This is better," was all Adrien offered while he yanked her up to her feet. Marinette thought otherwise, but as he turned her around and shoved her face-up against the wall, there wasn't a single moment of sense where she could deal with this, her pants coming down quickly and his body shifting against hers. "Tis way you have to feel it." All of his darkest emotions and most wicked urges came burning through in a show of reckless, wanton excitement, so hazy and deranged and bringing him to want to ruin her completely as his cock shoved into her and started in on the wicked spectacle of fucking her senseless. The time was now and his every raging, aching rush of fire and spectacle drove his hips to ruin her, ready to impose upon Marinette a spectacle too wild and deranged for her to possibly wrap her head around now.
This didn't feel better, this felt fucking insane. His cock slammed into her, and nothing could ahve prepared Marinette for the vengeful and jealous insanity he was imposing now upon her. "Adrien!" she howled in dizzy confusion, the panic escalating inside of her. She didn't have a good answer for him though, hanging n the distinctly hopeless sense of panic that left her shaken and confused. His cock filled her, his body coming up on hers from behind and offering up a view at pleasures like nothing she'd ever experienced before.
Getting his teeth dug into her neck, Adrien was rough with her, holding onto her with dominant pressure, like a rabid animal holding onto a mate. He wasn't letting anything contain him, refusing to contain himself or behaver in the mad and ferocious rush of sensation and spectacular joy that continued to run through him. He ravaged Marinette with all he had, the burning commotion and fever adding up with brilliant fire and fever, wearing her down until she was simply unable to think about this, until she was falling victim to his most shameless of delights. He'd break her down. he knew it. He was fierce and ready and unrepentant about the possibilities of pure lust that could carry him now to want to ruin her through and through.
And she wanted to say something, but his cock felt amazing. She was trapped in the panic and indecision of being treated to feelings too merciless and fierce for her to really understand how to fight them. She felt powerless, embarrassed that she was letting him do this without even so much as telling him to back off. She just accepted it, steady and limp and powerless against a commotion growing madder inside of her by the second. She felt unable to articulate all of the ways in which she needed, desperately, t pull herself from this depth of mad fever. It was too weird, too wicked, and she wished she was able to focus on a broader sense of sense and control.
But there was none of that now. There was only the hard, relentless pounding of Adrien's big cock into her pussy sending her focus astray. She felt too panicked and dizzy to know how to respond, but she was in too deep to put a stop to any of it, faltering more and more under the greed and spectacle of what he wanted from her. Confused gasps and moans signaled the bizarre balance between mad pleasure and hazy ecstasy that further ruined her thoughts, compromising her every effort to make even a little sense of things now taking her by storm. "You could have said something," she said again, trying desperately to appeal to even the faintest shred of reason inside of someone who showed no qualms about forcing himself onto her.
Adrien didn't bother to respond this time, nibbling at the soft skin of her neck and claiming relentless, almost animalistic ownership over her. The senseless chaos crushing down upon him expressed a mad and senseless spectacle too fierce for him to believe, but with every passing second, he was able to feel better, able to continue imposing himself upon her, storming across her body with the singular goal of making sure she was faltering more and more, his worst efforts trying to wear her down and force her to have to give up harder. There was no reason to contain himself or behave in the face of reckless, burning excitement. "You want it so badly," he told her, feeling the squeeze of her inner walls around his cock. "What's wrong? Too shy to tell me how you felt? Did you think Luka was prettier? I can tell you want me."
This wasn't Adrien, and Marinette had no idea how to dela with that, but his forceful and overbearing efforts were quickly doing to her head things that she felt like she couldn't possibly resist. The pleasure kept building inside of her, intoxicating and guilty and driving her into a state of panic too steep for her to do anything but moan and writhe through all of it, these feelings catching her off guard and leaving her so completely floored and panicked that she didn't know how to deal with any of it. This was all simply happening, the pressure building up and making her regret all of this. But she was moaning. She was clinging with dizzy panic to the moment and struggling to deal with the exhausting fever of letting it all take her, pleasure building up without a shred of calm now, sending her to stumble down into oblivion and to relish in the sloppy chaos of being fucked better than she could take.
Adrien barged right past even acknowledging that he was cumming inside. There was no desire within him to bother warning her, simply slamming his hips forward in harsh spectacle and pumping her full of cum, letting her orgasm overwhelm any of the thoughts that could have taken hold of her or made her realize what was happening. The exhausting ferocity and chaos of this treatment kept wearing her down forcing her into a state too mad and panicked to help. She fell to pieces, trembling under the dizzy fever of having been fucked too wildly to help, left limp against the wall wondering how to deal with this fate and feeling herself having fallen to pieces.
Weakness overcame Marinette, and in her confusion, she did nothing to prevent Adrien from turning her around and yanking her legs up. It was a show of aggression and strength as he pulled her up and pinned her against the wall with his body weight in a firmer, hotter show of reckless ecstasy. He didn't waste any time on the mad pressures upon him, forcing her legs up and slamming into her again, this time from the front. "You want me," he told her again, staring right into her eyes while his worst efforts came crashing down upon her in a fit of mad excitement and spectacle. This was a show of greed and desire too desperate and reckless for him to be able to resist, just the containable bliss of ravaging her sending him into harsher sweeps of greed and desire. Everything he did was insistent and mad, and she didn't care about restraint in the face of growing excitements.
"Why do you say that?" she asked. She was panicked. Baffled. She had no idea what was happening or how she was supposed to overcome it, but she knew she had little power here against the tides of reckless, rushing sensation. The greedy spectacle of his ecstatic efforts wore harder at her. Adrien was out to make Marinette succumb utterly to his dominance, and his every mad slam forward helped clue her in to what he was after. She didn't know how to deal with it, didn't understand the wicked and forceful pressures he kept pushing against her with, but she was falling slowly deeper into the panic and ferocity of pleasures too wicked for her to know what to do except break.
Then, Adrien delivered the most important shot, the one thing that he knew would make her finally get what he was already fully aware of. "Because you're letting me. Because you like it." It was so simple. So easy to understand. It made her eyes widen as the shock came crashing down upon her, that sense of panic leaving her to realize that yes, she was letting him do this. She was letting Adrien fuck her like this and she was liking it. Not out of indecision, but because of the burning desire deep inside her that he was tapping into, and that shock sent her crashing into delirium now, a hopeless wreck whose body crashed into his with a sudden burst of fever and spectacle.
Moans spilled more freely even fi she was still torn up and panicked. The idea she wanted this was impossible to escaper as he worked with all he had at the task of wearing her down, forcing her to succumb to the maddest of pleasures, to a ferocious rush of need and fire she was powerless to fight. Adrien got his hand up onto her throat, and even though this was madly over the line, all she did was moan louder under the sweet, crashing chaos of letting it happen. Her body bucked against his and the fitful passion wore her down until she could barely think straight, knowing that all she really wanted was to completely fall apart now. Tighter down around his cock her pussy squeezed the fever and the desire bringing her into a state of mind where nothing really made sense and she wished only that she was able to accept this for what it was, which was absolute madness.
Adrien had his chance now, and as he rutted into her from the front, he was ready for this. His hand squeezing down on her throat found no resistance, the roughest and most forceful pounding he could muster all in the name of pure domination. He had Marinette where he wanted her, had her falling to pieces and struggling to make even a little sense now of everything he was capable of, all while his wicked slams forward wore her down thoroughly, left her ragged, panting, bucking against him with the clumsy spectacle of someone who clearly had no idea how to contain herself or behave now. It was just too much, and his every wicked shove forward felt completely divorced from reason.
And it felt amazing! Adrien felt freed from his tensions and from restraint, ready now to throw himself into the grandest of pleasures without caring about anything else. The beautiful satisfaction of seeking out these desires left him feeling better, proud of his bold efforts and the push he made, the chance to really lay into her. He never thought he had this power in him, a mad chaos and passion driving him to keep wanting more, the pleasure building up dramatically, urgent and fierce and making this all feel better and hotter now. This was an opportunity beyond reason, something mad and fiery and exciting, the erratic pleasure coming on hotter, messier, bringing on a pleasure too wicked to believe. This was a chance to take what he wanted and seize tightly onto it, storming through her harder.
This was the real moment of joy for him. As nice as fucking Marinette from behind was, as nice as facefucking her could be, there was nothing as satisfying as staring her in the eye while he drilled into her. he got to admire the sight of her face twisting through beautiful ecstasy, the chaos and passion bringing her into a state of wild acceptance. She took it, and she was enjoying it, and as long as he could keep fucking her, Adrien had what he wanted, finding the pleasure and the wicked satisfaction of letting it all go, too mad to handle and brilliantly sending her over the line. Burning satisfaction kept climbing up through her.
"Does Luka ever fuck you like this?" he snarled, loosening his grip on her throat a little bit.
"Who?" Marinette asked, briefly forgetting everything before she snapped back into panic and excitement. She snapped back into awareness, gasping in embarrassment, "Wait!" But it was too late. Adrien's eyes were lit up with wicked excitement, greed and fire bringing him to want to give up, the pleasure taking him even deeper in. He drilled harder away at the cute girl's slick pussy, using her rougher and faster, embracing the dizzy passion of completely overwhelming her. His indulgence and his dominance were too much for her to take, and he was all too happy to send her crashing into molten ecstasy under his touch, the pleasure making her completely unravel, passion and fever and passion letting her completely give up.
This time, Marinette came first. Her body trembled in the face of complete chaos and fever, a pleasure she had no idea how to handle, and she was completely powerless against it, needing more and accepting the passion and the clumsiness of pure spectacle. Mad sensation and bliss sent Marinette into a dizzy state of delirium and panic too weird to handle, mad and senseless, bringing her down low and sending her into a moment of pure craving, the pleasure that she couldn't be without now. Her pussy squeezed around his cock, mad pleasure leaving her powerless, shaky, the haze of pure fascination bringing her to the limit, too embarrassed to handle any of it now.
It was a moment of pure, shameless victory for Adrien as he slammed into her one final time. he held her down and shuddered against her, squeezing her throat again while he pumped her full of another load. Her legs shook against his sides, the pleasure and the dizziness bringing on pleasure and fever and excitement too weird for her to make sense of now. It was a pleasure she was powerless against now, the beautiful and erratic chaos leaving her floored by just how steep into this she could go, loving every wild, mad second of it now. He made her feel too good for anything to save her from the molten indignity and ecstasy he offered. He made her burn with beautiful fascination, with a delight and a passion that now consumed everything inside of her, until she was too weirded out and dizzy to know how to respond.
Adrien lingered in her, breathless, excitable, his cock twitching while he held her in place and made sure he had every drop pumped into her. "Feel good?" he asked with a smile growing wider and wickeder across his face, knowing he had done the damage he needed to.
"Yes," she whined, accepting what he'd done and how nice it felt. Her pussy still squeezed around his cock, desperate and excitable. She felt so full, legs bunched up in against his sides while he held her up against the wall with his own body in an imposing expression of just how much control he held now over this situation. She didn't want to be so far gone, but what choice did she have now?
"I knew you wanted it," was his smug reply back, a shameless burst of pure delight and excitement to express the shamelessness of his absolute triumph now over the moment and over Marinette's resolve. Her willpower had crumbled in the face of what he could make her feel, and he knew he was riding high on having proven he was better. "I bet Luka has never made you feel like that."
Marinette forced her feet back to the ground and tried to deal with things, but as he moved in to kiss her, she felt like she was utterly unable to keep from melting against him.
Then, he pulled out and he walked away. The kiss didn't last. Left hanging and gasping, she watched Adrien simply walk off and leave her to sort the matter out herself.
Tugging her pants up and tripping over herself, Marinette stumbled away after Adrien. This hadn't resolved anything! Marinette wasn't sure she even wanted to keep talking, either; the dizzy burn inside of her pleaded for the chance to continue what they had begun before he walked off, the pressures overwhelming and leaving her only worse off still. This was a mess, but it was a mess she wanted to do something about, shakily uncertain about this but needing to somehow, some way, express herself. Her legs didn't quite work right; she was clumsy and sluggish as she followed after him, completely failing to get to the core of what she needed now. She didn't have a good answer to what just happened to her, and she wasn't sure there even was one.
As she stumbled out of the classroom, Luka flagged her down. "There you are!" he said, her boyfriend hurrying over to her while she stumbled her way toward him. "Is everything okay? I got us some lunch."
Marinette could feel herself almost collapsing against Luka, realizing too late that there were bite and finger marks on her neck. She wasn't sure what was worse; that she'd need to come clean to Luka about what happened, or that the truth included the confession that she wanted more of it from Adrien.
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Adrien walked in through the door with his head held high and a burning sense of pride rushing through him. He marched his way right in toward his father's office, where Gabriel sat at his desk, faced away from him. "I did it, father," he said. "Your advice worked, you were right. I forced myself onto her and took what I wanted, and she didn't try to resist me."
Everything Adrien had done, every callous approach, from giving her the cold shoulder to fucking her so hard, had been at the advice of his father. He'd had his doubts about the methods, but those doubts had completely left him now, thanks to the realization it had all worked out so well and brought him what he needed.
"Of course it did. Congratulations." Slowly, he turned around in his chair to face his son. "But you still have more work to do if you want her to be yours."
"You want this."
Those three words whispered into her ear were all it took for Marinette's thighs to spread open, and for Adrien to have uninhibited access to her bare, slick pussy. It wasn't even a challenge for him, just the insistent push into greed and desire, into the growing hunger to let him sink down. He didn't even need to push for it this time. Arriving at her door hadn't made her want him to leave, and he'd talked her out of her pants, talked her into all of this, and now, he was free to dive between her legs, to bring his lips down to her pussy and eat her out with all the uninhibited aggression and greed of someone absolutely in control of this moment. He wanted to push for more of it, wanted to drive these pleasures into a state of worsening excitement, and he needed only to let it carry him.
Confessing to Luka what happened with Adrien and that she hadn't exactly minded it left things in an awkward place for Marinette. She'd glossed over how he forced himself onto her when she explained how things happened, making it sound downright consensual. The trouble was, by the end of it, it had been so consensual that now she looked back on everything with different eyes. Guilty eyes that struggled to meet her boyfriend's while she kept rubbing the hand mark on her throat. She'd been wracked by guilt and frustration, coming off like she had willingly cheated on him from the start in her daze, and Luka's response was maybe the best she could have hoped for.
He 'needed time'.
Adrien didn't need time. Adrien was there that night to keep pushing his advantage, and as Marinette showed the fundamental weakness of her flesh to him, he was happy to dive his way in and devour her, licking all over her pussy in a fit of dominance and aggression, of an ownership devoid of restraint. This was his chance to continue dominating, the way for him to get what he wanted out of a situation completely divorced now from sense. Everything he did was about control, and he exerted that control ruthlessly, letting sloppy licks and kisses get all over the hopeless girl writhing under his touch now. He held onto her ass and tugged her in against his lips, ready to be as voracious and as senseless as he could in devouring her, letting his passion play out in forward spectacle and a reckless greed he knew could carry him further into insanity.
All to press his advantage. All to make sure that Marinette didn't have the room to turn him down. He came right back under the belief he had to, reasserting himself, proving she wanted him, proving that there was simply nothing she could have done to escape her desire for him. Not even one night to think about it, just more of him.
And it was working. "Oh, that feels amazing. Luka has never eaten me out this hard before!" Marinette's legs shook. she felt the crushing waves of desire and ecstasy pull her deeper, felt the dizzying rush of strange passion beg her to keep accepting what he did to her. Surrender and submission came so easily when she was falling apart at the seams. Dizziness and hunger carried Marinette into a state of hopeless panic where she couldn't even really grasp how badly she wanted it all, she just knew she was fumbling blindly toward her own ruin, all thoughts of the boyfriend she was betraying melting away while the rush of mad ecstasy took her deeper.
Dizziness set in fast for the needy girl twisting on her bed, the growing frustration that drove her up the wall. Pleasure kept washing over her, and all she could do was slide deeper into the unruly joy of giving up to it, moaning in satisfaction and lust while everything felt like it was unraveling her from within. SO much to give in to, so much to accept as the searing rush of an ecstasy that left her without a clear idea how to manage it all. She was in over her head, every whine and shiver bringing her into a stranger state of euphoric panic, the baffling delirium of letting a boy who wasn't her boyfriend at her and reaping the shameless, brilliant benefits of being taken down so low. She didn't have any idea how to properly handle the pleasures it offered her, but she was falling further by the second, learning that she couldn't mentally escape the crushing truth of her desire to betray Luka.
"You want this," he growled, kneading her butt and indulging in how easily he could touch her, how shamelessly these pleasures could keep taking him. There wasn't any reason to behave himself now. He had Marinette completely under his touch, had her spiraling through the chaos and frustration of giving up deeper. There wasn't any reasonable sense of thought in this mess, just the outrageous pleasure rising through her body, hotter and stronger that kept rising. He'd won. He'd won to a degree that didn't even feel real, but he kept pushing for more, kept savouring the control and the passion carrying him further into this chaos. He was in control, making Marinette betray everything, keeping her sinking into the lust and chaos, keeping him craving more and more. To have Marinette completely under his thrall was everything he craved.
"I want this! Adrien, keep licking. I love it so much. It feels amazing!" She couldn't contain herself, her body trembling and the shaky passion bringing her deeper into the throbbing rush of heat and worry to give up deeper to, embracing the frustration that drove her to fall apart, embracing the frustration and confusion of madder, weirder passion. She felt like she was losing control, the mad focus and spectacle driving everything into weirder passion. This was excess and confusion, a mad delirium that had her spiraling. Why couldn't she feel bad about this? Why couldn't she resist his touch? That Adrien forced himself onto her no longer even registered; she wanted it now, and in her daze, she forgave everything he'd done, accepting and embracing the passion and commotion, allowing it to take her to the limit of sense, unreason carrying her to break down, carrying her to embrace this mess.
Marinette couldn't handle all of this attention, the dizzy spectacle and devotion of giving so completely up to this mess. It was a spectacular rush of passion and fire to keep giving herself up to, embracing it and allowing herself to fall to pieces, making the passion force her into pure delirium now. It was incredible, the burning, gasping spectacle of an ecstasy that didn't feel sane or reasonable, too brilliant and wild to deal with. It was too much, excessive and brash and pulling her down into a state of wicked passion, one where she could do nothing but ride it all out hopelessly. She came hard, gasping her way through the fire and the joy of giving up fully. Her fingers tangled in Adrien's hair, and her dizzy excitement carried her through a fiery rush of need and lust, a chance to give full up to these mad fires. Satisfaction brought her down, into depths of low passion and hunger. She needed all of this. Craved it.
Adrien didn't stop eating her out through her orgasm. He had to keep pushing, had to savour the clumsy commotion and aggression of making Marinette melt fully for him. His every desperate push forward was a show of fire and spectacle, too wicked to be able to contain, and he knew he had her falling to pieces for him. His licks and his kisses continued until she was thrashing against him, until she was just about completely fucking hopeless. Until she was whining and whimpering in pathetic, desperate need. Marinette felt like she had been stripped bare of anything but the deepest, most erratic of panics, a hopeless dizziness keeping her deep in this lustful, worried heat.
Pulling up from her loins and staring her in the eye, Adrien felt like a dominant beast stalking his prey. Marinette met his gaze with such a dizzy, hopelessly weak need. She was hungry and submissive and absolutely enthralled by everything he did to her. This was working out so much better than he'd have ever had the confidence to imagine. Marinette's completely unraveling was his to enjoy, a pleasure driving him further into spectacle and greed, driven by a burning insistence that he was in control and that nothing could hold him back. There was pressure here. Chaos. Delirium. He wanted to keep pushing it, kneeling between her legs and eyeing her sharply.
"Call your boyfriend," he told her.
The thought made Marinette tremble, but she wasn't exactly as against it as she wanted to be. "Do you mean it?" she asked, trembling in confusion.
Adrien stared her down, guiding his cock toward her pussy. "Call your boyfriend." He wasn't going to ask a third time.
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This was a mess. Half-lying, half-sitting in his bed, Luka didn't know what to say or feel or do. Everything that he'd learned about was a shock of embarrassment and shame he hadn't the slightest idea how to overcome or work through, Marinette's doe-eyed confession of giving up to Adrien's advances leaving him sore and deeply frustrated by all of the difficulties of being cheated on, wishing he knew how to handle it, wishing he understood how any of this was happening. She didn't even seem to be regretting it, and he was left in shaky confusion while hanging in the embarrassment of it all, wondering what any of this was supposed to mean.
Luka wanted space, but what was he doing with that space? What did any of this mean for him? Sitting there stiff and emotionally numb, Luka wasn't being constructive with any of this, but hesitant to call Marinette, hesitant to really do anything with this mess. He just lingered there in shame, throbbing humiliated weirdness, wondering how any of this was supposed to get saner. Why couldn't he do something about this? Why wasn't he acting to make sense of this? It was baffling to him. All he wanted was to do something to make sense of how strange this was, but he had to just linger in the embarrassment of it.
Why did Marinette cheat? What was he doing that wasn't good enough? Was it even him? or was it Marinette's fault? Should he have just been mad? There wasn't even any clear sense of what to do with all of this, throbbing in the shame and the confusion of having nothing to do to make sense of this or ground himself. Tearing himself up over these questions did nothing to make this better, proving the kind of debilitating fog of embarrassment that left him thrashing in embarrassment and confusion. It didn't seem fair, the cruel twist of embarrassment and frustration pulling him to feel worse under the confusion that kept building, and he was stuck wishing he could make any sense of it.
The agony of having to linger there and think about this left Luka lying still and despondent. Indecision and confusion kept him there, kept him wondering what he was supposed to do with any of this. Maybe Marinette would call. Maybe she'd have some clarity and remorse, and apologize more emphatically to him for what he did. That was a nice thought. The impossible fantasy of her taking responsibility and address what she did, to come to him with some real emotional realization of what she'd done. He was left waiting only for this to come around to some normal conclusion, waiting for her to say it. His phone wasn't ringing, and he felt too proud to ring her up himself and do something to get her to respond. It had to be Marinette who took that step.
Which made a call from her all the more shocking.
"Marinette!" he gasped into the line, foregoing even saying hello to her while he shook under the mess of emotions holding onto him. "Hi, Marinette!" he gasped, covering for himself with a greeting this time, trembling in ready acceptance and frustration, wishing he knew how to deal with this but hopeful that the phone call he was about to have was the one he'd been daydreaming about to break through his emotional gridlock. He needed hope, and he hoped he'd find that here.
"Hi Luka. I'm--I really wanted to talk, I'm glad you answered the phone." She sounded happy and excitable, but not for the reasons that Luka wanted. Not for anything like what he wanted. Her breath was shaky while she lay on all fours on her bed, getting fucked deep from behind. There was absolutely no sense or restraint behind the plundering savagery that Adrien was fucking her with, but she was ready for it. "Are you alone right now?"
"Yeah, I'm alone." Luka was off-put by her tone. She sounded so happy about something, but this wasn't a time to be happy at all. "What d--was that a slap?" He heard a fleshy smacking noise fill the air without warning, one that put him on sharp alert, but he had no idea what was happening. "Are you alone?"
"Do you know how much bigger Adrien's cock is than yours?" Marinette whined, almost slurring her words while she received the relentless pounding from behind that rattled her so utterly. Her body kept getting jerked back and forth by the relentless and raw attention of getting hammered from behind. "He's so big, Luka. I just feel different when I have sex with him. He's so big!" She was powerless, trembling under the weirdness and the pressure of these wild indulgences, a pleasure to give up to hotter, deeper.
"What are you talking about?" Luka asked, hearing the noisy commotion of bodies smacking loudly together and coming around to the realization of what was happening on the other line. His voice went cold as he asked, "Is Adrien over right now?'
"He's inside me, and I feel so full! Sex is so much better with a big dicked boy like Adrien. I can't take it!" Marinette was a noisy mess of delirious betrayal, unable to fathom how she could have pulled herself out from these insane depths, fully certain that what she needed was the utter desperation and insanity of what he was hearing. This didn't feel real, didn't seem like something that was in any way right. But there it was, noisy and confusing and calamitous, with the hard smacks of bodies crashing together filling the air, and there was simply no good way to address it. Tension held him tightly, kept him embarrassed by the uncertainty throbbing through him.
"Why are you having sex with Adrien? Again!" Luka was mortified by all of this, the embarrassment rising through him, leaving him clenched up and terrified by the prospect behind this. "Did he come over?"
"He came over and ate my pussy, and now he's fucking it. He's fucking it so hard, Adrien, and I can't pretend I don't love it!" She was out of her mind, fucked dumb with only a few strokes and left to twist in the delirium and confusion of pleasures that made this mess utterly consume him. It was just too much, the merciless chaos of giving up taking her further, making everything feel like a rush of weirdness and malformed confusion that kept everything burning, kept her falling deeper. Decency eluded her, and for some bizarre reason she was only letting it take her deeper while passion and hunger carried her down. She was hopeless here, lost to the cloying fascination and clumsy bliss of being taken down further.
The sound of bodies smacking together kept rising. They were fucking harder. Rougher. The pleasure was getting out of control on the other end, and rapturous moans were making clear the mad spectacle and frenzy of pressures that had Luka shifting in utter terror and confusion. He hated this. He hated the sounds he heard and how they made him feel, hated that Marinette was scurrying on to betray him so happily again, but most of all, he hated the way his pants were feeling tight and how his stomach twisted. Churning embarrassment left Luka deeply unsure about all of this, but there was nothing he could do about it from halfway across the city.
"Why did you call me?'
"How big is your cock, Luka?" asked Marinette. "How long is it?" Her shaky whines didn't let up.
"This isn't the time," Luka said.
"No, tell me. I know you measure it. All guys measure it. Tell me how big your dick is, Luka." Marinette had an edge of a fuck-drunk harshness to her voice now, the mean-spirited spectacle of something she was completely unrepentant about pushing on with, indulging in the chaos and commotion of thorough brutality. She had demands, and she wanted them met.
"I--" Twisting in shame on his bed, the pressure wore down at what Luka had to hold onto. Why was she doing this to him? Even more distressing, why was he letting her do this to him? He had the power to stop this, surely. But it didn't matter. "I--four and a half inches."
"Four and a half inches!" gasped Marinette. "No wonder I've been so unsatisfied. Adrien is so much bigger than you are! He's so much more hung than you are. He really fills my pussy up! You can't do this. You can't reach where he reaches!" Marinette let it all out, an almost venomously sinful expression now of raw contempt and aggression, the burning haze of her surrender demanding more from her by the second. It was too much to handle, the unbelievable spectacle of pure sensory joy pushing her to want to lose herself. She needed this, craved the passion and the fire of giving up ever deeper.
"Why are you doing this?" he finally asked, gasping out in shame and heat under the burning pressure of being subject to all this judgment, all of the shame that carried him down lower. "You're my girlfriend, but you're cheating on me with another guy and calling me just to make fun of me for it. Why?" He wasn't able to deal with this embarrassment, throbbing under the shame and spectacle of giving up so thoroughly. It didn't feel sane, didn't feel real. But he was lost to it.
Adrien gently plucked the phone out of her hand and brought it to his ear instead. "I've got nine reasons why," he said, smirking wickedly under the burning excitement and the passion of keeping this up. "Nine reaches stuffed up your girlfriend's twat, and don't worry, I might be balls deep inside of her now, but I'm not looking to cut you out entirely." He was happy to keep drilling deeper, grunting his way through fucking rougher at the snug pussy around his cock. Fucking Marinette from behind and savouring the chaos upon him, the pleasure was just what he needed, a continued greed driving him forward, keeping up a space beyond sense. The unreason and commotion brought with it so much to give up to, so many pleasures that felt totally detached form normalcy or reason.
Luka was so shocked by the abruptness that he didn't say anything, simply listening in shame, typing to articulate something but burning in embarrassment while this mess took more and more sense away from him. How was he supposed to handle this?
"Speechless, huh? I haven't even shown youth video yet. But it's okay; I'm fine with you being around. You'll never get to touch Marinette again, and the only cock she's taking is mine, but you can watch whenever you want to!" Adrien's laughter was raw and relentless, throbbing with the pulsating heat and hate of something driven by the utmost greed. He was out to ruin everything, and ruin he did.
And Luka shuddered with arousal, his pants feeling too tight for his own good. "That's not--Marinette is my girlfriend."
"Is she really?" Adrien asked. "Four and a half inches... If you really love Marinette, wouldn't you want her to be happy with a real cock inside her? Wouldn't you want her to feel good? I'm giving her what you can't, and she loves it. Here, let me show you." That was when Adrien pushed the button to transition it to a video call.
The notice on his phone screen made Luka's stomach churn with disgust and embarrassment, with the shame of something that threatened to consume him fully. He didn't like this at all, but some part of him was getting excited. His legs couldn't stop wriggling and shifting about in awkward, clumsy delirium. This was insane. To accept the video call was to continue to be humiliated and continue to have Marinette's betrayal shoved into his face, and he had every reason to want to put an end to this mess now. He needed to. He accepted it, wincing in shame, knowing he wasn't ready for what came and what was sure to rip him apart.
Marinette had been rolled onto her back now, and Adrien loomed over her with one hand on her phone and the other around her throat. "You can jack off if you want," Adrien taunted. "Jack off to me fucking her like you never could."
"Adrien fucks me so much better," whined Marinette through the squeeze around her throat. Her eyes were rolled back, a smile spread across her face while she received his thrusts. "I love sex with Adrien now! I'm not sorry, Luka, our cock can't satisfy me like this! I'm--" She was cut off by a tighter squeeze around her throat, by the persistence and chaos of something meant to totally ruin her. Marinette was hopeless now, giving up to all of this and learning the hard way how hopelessly lost she was to this passion and euphoria now.
But the ecstasy across her face was clear. Luka struggled with what he saw, but his free hand was moving slowly down, feeling up the small bulge of his cock inside his pants while the fascination of watching Marinette getting fucked took him deeper. He was lost to this, a struggling wreck wishing he had the focus to handle this all, aching under the weight of this throbbing shame. It was too much for him to handle, a burning shame leaving him aghast as the arousal wore at his focus, as he learned just how hopeless the pleasure could truly be.
The view of the phone swung downward so that Adrien could flaunt his cock. Longer. Thicker. He took broad strokes in and out of Marinette's pussy solely so that Luka could see how much bigger he was, and all of the mean spirited laughter continued to climb with dizzy delight, with the greed and glee of a boy now shamelessly eager to ruin everything in this relationship. "See this cock? Tell me I'm bigger than you. Tell me I'm better than you!"
"You're bigger," confessed Luka, shaky and embarrassed, rubbing himself through his pants while the burn of this humiliation caught hold of him. There was no escaping this commotion and this embarrassment. There was only a crash down into worse, deeper chaos.
"You can watch me fuck her all you want from now on," Adrien teased, bringing the phone up close again, right into Marinette's face while he relentlessly continued drilling into her snug twat, continued to ravage her thoughts. "But that's all you're going to get. Now cum for me, Marinette."
With babbling whines and the crossing of her eyes, Marinette gave up to exactly what Adrien wanted, cumming hard and hot while she twisted through the frenzy, lost to a rush of hazy excitement and commotion as she bucked upward against him, needy and lost and loving every second of getting taken to these limits. She was a wreck, completely unable to articulate sense while she came, and Adrien was happy to fill her up, to slam into her and pump her full of cum, to make sure that she was moaning even while he choked her, that there wasn't a semblance of thought left in her head. Marinette was his. He'd already proven it, and now he just wanted to make sure that Luka understood it, too.
With a pull out and a shove of the phone down between her legs, the last thing on the video call was the sight of cum dripping out of Marinette's pussy before it abruptly ended, leaving Luka with his pants open and his hand stuffed in his boxers.
He was alone again.
Silence did nothing to temper the embarrassment and the awful feeling in his gut. Luka felt miserable now, awash in hopeless embarrassment thanks to all of these senseless sights, left humiliated and cuckolded, his girlfriend not even the least bit sorry about what had happened here. He didn't know how to handle it, didn't know why he was taking this all lying down, so weak, so pathetic. But he was hard, and he was ashamed of that.
He knew who they were. Chat Noir and Ladybug. They didn't know he knew, but he could have gotten back at them easily, could have outed them to the public. It wouldn't have been hard to get some petty revenge in the face of all of this and prove he shouldn't have been betrayed. But as his cock throbbed and the continued embarrassment hung over him, Luka didn't know how he was supposed to handle this. He felt like he was going to cry. He felt like he needed to jerk off. Maybe both, simultaneously, was in the cards. The ugly truth here was an inescapable misery that he had no choice but to accept as it crept its way over him. But it couldn't get any worse, right? He needed to sleep. He needed to think about it.
While he lay there trying to rationalize his options, his phone rang. A thirty second video of Marinette sucking cock awaited him, perhaps the push he needed to relieve the tension before he cried himself down to sleep.