Fou d'Amour

Chapter 10 [sexual]

[sexual themes read at your own discretion]

It's mainly character development and filler, you can skip it and you won't miss anything.

You have been warned.

But i put a warning before it starts and when it ends.

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Hesitantly, I took a few steps towards him after checking if he had a knife or gun in his hand. He didn't. That was good. I kneeled down in front of him.

"Hey, hey...please don't cry."

What can I say? My heart softened for him. Some selfish part of me wanted him to cry, but the rest of me wanted to calm him down. Seeing anyone over the age of ten cry made me uncomfortable.

"Juliet!"he choked before continuing weeping.

"Come on, let's get you out of those wet clothes. You'll feel better when you're dry."I tugged him to his feet and led him into my bathroom. He sat on the toilet seat and tugged his shoes off. "I'll grab you a fluffy bathrobe."I took the bathrobe off one of the pegs and placed on the edge of the bath. When I looked back, he was finding trouble taking his hoodie off.

Gliding my fingers up his icy arms, I prised the wet article off of him. I could see both his eyes now. They were beautiful to say the least and almost obsidian in colour. His eyes pierced mine and he bit his lip. Still crying, his eyes glanced down for a split second before returning to mine. I realised how close our faces were. His breathing was soft and I could feel the cold radiating from his frosted skin. Brushing my lips against his subconsciously, I stroked his face. All of a sudden, he kissed me passionately. It felt good. Really good.

***here it cumms***

He seemed out of control --- frantic and needy.

I didn't care.

In fact, I returned his kiss with just as much vigour. He moaned when I returned the kiss and slid stroked his hands up and down before squeezing my butt, which consequently gave me the confidence to slide my hands under his shirt and caress his torso. I sat on his lap, my legs wrapped around him. He got me wet...in more ways than one.

He then pinned me to the ground and moved his lips to my ear.

"I can't stand it anymore! My jeans are so...tight...so painful right now. Take them off!"he gasped.

His jeans were around his ankles after a lot of turmoil. I looked down at his boxers. My eyes widened, no wonder the jeans caused him pain! My eyes flickered up and I blushed...I can't believe that I just stared at this murderous psychopath's crotch.

He flipped over, so that I was on top.

"Please?!"he choked. I guessed he didn't say that often. There's no way I could've left him like that. Absolutely no way. But wait!

"I-I don't know ho---I've never done this sort of thing before!"I stuttered, touching the waistband.

"I'm glad to hear, but my wrist hurts, so..."he grabbed my hand. "I hope you don't mind touching me for a little?"

He bit his lip.

"Y-You're being awfully polite with this..."I slid my hand down his boxers. He let out a small gasp as I accidentally brushed him. He grasped my hand, making me hold him. I began moving, knowing that I would regret it later. He may be hot, but he's crazy. He's crazy hot.

"Yeah, I might be a terrible person...move your hand up a bit...ahh! But I would never sexually haa...harass or abuse anyone."he murmured, pulling my hand up so it was on the tip. He took in a sharp breath and I felt him twitch.

"Well...never mind. Does it hurt?"

"No, no! Go faster. Be rough with me...I like that."he pulled his boxers down to his ankles. Whistling at my confidence, he said something stupid:

"If you feel as if you can't be rough, I'll help?"

Just to show him up, I did it as hard and fast as I could. He cried out, thrusting into my hand, his eyes tightly screwing shut. Woah, that boosted my confidence a lot! After a few seconds of moaning and cursing under his breath, I teased him.

"Like...this?"I smirked. His breathing hitched as he tried to find it in himself to answer me. Call it decorum.

"A-Ah! Just like that...ye---haah!"he cried,  his body gently shaking. Looking at him, I could see his eyes watering and his mouth gaping.

"Cat got your tongue?"he bit his lip. Even though this was arousing, I wanted it to end, my arm was beginning to ache. My legs were on fire. I couldn't keep that pace for much longer.

"Say my...n-name."he groaned. I guess I'm going to have to act out porn. I needed to get him to the edge.

"Adrien."I moaned into his ear, biting it softly.

He came in my hand.

His eyes gently shut as he tried to catch his breath.

"Why...why did that feel so good?"he gasped. "I've never..."I stared down at my hand.

Gross!

I walked over to the tap and washed it off with soap and water. After drying, I handed him his bathrobe.

"Here you go!"

He wrapped the bathrobe around himself.

"I feel so much better now, do that to me again some time!"

"Not if you're that loud."I replied, slightly shaken by the whole ordeal.

"It was the bathroom acoustics if anything."he gave me a small smile, colour rising to his cheeks.

***okay, I'm done***

"I've got maths homework to do now, I won't be that much fun to talk to so..."

"Mmm...a distraction. Let me do it, please?"he practically begged me in a stereotypically childish way.

"Umm...sure?" I replied, entering my room to search through my bag. "Here."I passed him the work. "Even I find it difficult so..."

"Give me a pen."he ordered, his eyes not leaving the paper. Without saying another word, I passed him a biro.

He began to write down avidly...formula after formula at light speed.

"If you use the formula for binomial coefficients, you can expand any bracket in this form:"he showed me the paper which was now covered in numbers, 'x'es and 'n's.

Why was maths so much work for me? He made it look so effortless.

In about ten minutes, he did the work that would've taken me an hour.

"And we're done!"he handed me back the homework, completed. "Have anything else for me to do?"

"Umm...no."I replied.

"I'll do you then."and with a suggestive smirk, he pinned me to the bed. "I do need your consent though."he moved down the bed, releasing my hands until he was between my legs.

Damn my school with its no trousers for girls policy.

I don't get it. He murders people but asks permission to do anything sexual. My cheeks flushed and I wondered how it would feel. Pushing back the feeling of the uncomfortable, generally associated with doing anything remotely sexual out of the blue, I asked myself one question.  Gulping, I answered.

"Y-Yes!"he put his hand on my knee before slowly trailing it down, rubbing in small circular motions. Shivering, I opened my legs wider. He stopped.

"What's this?"he lifted my skirt up. "An unsightly scar, keloid...no...hypertrophic. What have you been up to?"

I felt all the colour drain from my face.