It's a beautiful morning in the Black Bulls hideout, the golden sun peeking through the curtains, casting soft light across the tangled sheets. Asta stretches, muscles flexing as he rises from the warmth of the bed, the scent of sweat and lingering passion still clinging to the air. He grins down at Noelle and Mimosa, their flushed skin glowing in the morning light, silver and vermilion hair spilling over the pillows like liquid silk. "Alright, stay put," he says, tugging on his black boxers. "I'm gonna whip up something good... none of that burnt toast nonsense this time."
Noelle scoffs, propping herself up on one elbow, her big C-cup breasts shifting enticingly. "You? Cooking? That's almost as unbelievable as you beating Liebe without breaking every bone in your body." Her tone is sharp, but there's a playful glint in her pink eyes, the way they flicker over his bare chest before darting away.
Mimosa giggles beside her, stretching lazily, her D-cup curves pressing against Noelle's side. "Be nice, Noelle," she murmurs, fingers tracing idle circles on her hip. "He did promise pancakes last time."
Asta chuckles, ruffling his already wild hair. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Just wait till you taste 'em." He leans down, pressing a quick kiss to each of their foreheads, lingering just long enough to feel Mimosa's breath hitch and Noelle's pulse jump beneath his lips. The moment stretches, charged with unspoken promises, before he pulls away with a smirk. "Don't start without me."
As the door clicks shut behind him, Noelle exhales sharply, her fingers tightening in the sheets. (Why does he have to be so damn charming first thing in the morning?)
Beside her, Mimosa hums, rolling onto her stomach, her curves accentuated by the dip of the mattress. "You're blushing," she teases, tracing the pink dusting Noelle's cheeks.
Noelle swats her hand away, but there's no real heat in it, just the quiet thrill of being wanted, of belonging. "Shut up," she mutters, but her lips twitch into a smile anyway.
Mimosa smirks, sliding closer until their bare skin presses together, the heat between them electric. "Make me," she whispers before capturing Noelle's lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue teasing the seam of her mouth until Noelle gasps. Mimosa's hands roam up and down her sides, fingers tracing the dip of her waist before cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over stiffening nipples. The friction of their bodies, soft curves meeting soft curves, sends shivers down Noelle's spine. (Damn it, why does she always... oh... know exactly how to...)
Breaking the kiss with a ragged breath, Noelle arches an eyebrow, trying to feign composure even as her pulse thrums beneath Mimosa's lips. "Didn't Asta say," she pants, "not to start without him?"
Mimosa just hums, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down Noelle's neck, lingering at the delicate hollow of her throat. "He's terrible at sharing," she murmurs against flushed skin, fingers twisting gently around a nipple. "But you're mine right now." And then she lowers her head, taking one breast into her mouth, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp from Noelle's lips, her tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles. The sensation is dizzying, hot, insistent pressure and the scrape of teeth just shy of pain, and Noelle's fingers tangle in Mimosa's hair, holding her there. (Gods, she's going to...)
The bed creaks beneath them as Mimosa shifts, her thigh sliding between Noelle's legs, pressing against the heat there. Noelle bites her lip, hips rocking instinctively, chasing the friction. Mimosa pulls back just enough to smirk up at her, lips glistening. "See?" she breathes. "You don't want to wait either."
Noelle arches into Mimosa's mouth, her breath hitching as those wicked lips close around her other nipple, tongue flicking in teasing little circles. "Y-you're insufferable," she gasps, fingers tightening in vermilion hair, not pushing away, but holding on, as if she might float away otherwise. Mimosa hums against her skin, the vibration sending sparks straight to Noelle's core, before pulling off with an obscene pop. Their lips crash together, Mimosa's kiss tasting of salt and heat, and Noelle groans into it, hips grinding down against the thigh between her legs.
"Not so... ah... haughty now, are you?" Mimosa teases when they part, her smirk smug even as her own chest heaves. Noelle glares, or tries to, before suddenly flipping them, straddling Mimosa's waist with a triumphant grin. Mimosa's laughter cuts off in a gasp as Noelle ducks her head, laving her tongue over one dusky pink nipple before sucking it deep into her mouth.
"Who's... oh... insufferable now?" Mimosa pants, back arching off the bed as Noelle's teeth graze the sensitive peak, her hands scrambling to grip the headboard. Noelle switches sides without hesitation, her free hand kneading the other breast, thumb rubbing tight circles that make Mimosa whimper. The slide of skin against skin, the way Mimosa's thighs tremble around her hips, it's intoxicating, and Noelle revels in it, in the power of drawing these sounds from someone usually so composed.
"Damn it, Noelle," Mimosa chokes out when clever fingers dip lower, tracing the wetness between her thighs.
Noelle smirks against her breast, nipping lightly. "Say my name like that again," she murmurs, "and I might actually let you come before Asta gets back." Mimosa's answering moan is half protest, half plea, and entirely music to Noelle's ears.
"Y-you're terrible," Mimosa gasps, back arching as Noelle palms both breasts now, squeezing them together, relishing their soft weight. "I can't believe... ah!... I ever thought you were just some haughty royal." Noelle laughs low in her throat, dragging her tongue up the valley between Mimosa's breasts, tasting salt and heat. (Neither can I.)
"Funny," Noelle breathes, rolling a nipple between her fingers, "I can't believe I agreed to share Asta just to end up obsessed with these." She leans down, sucking the other nipple into her mouth with a filthy wet sound, her free hand kneading the plush flesh greedily.
Mimosa's fingers tighten in Noelle's hair, pulling just shy of pain. "H-he loves yours too," she pants, hips jerking when Noelle's teeth graze her. "Always... oh... always says how perfect they feel in his hands."
Noelle groans at that, the image flashing behind her eyelids, Asta's rough palms on her skin, his mouth where Mimosa's was earlier, and suddenly she's pressing closer, aching with the need to be touched, to be tasted. (Damn them both.)
Noelle continues to squeeze Mimosa's breasts, her fingers sinking into the plush flesh one last time before dragging her palms upward, the heat of skin-on-skin friction leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. "You talk too much," she murmurs, voice thick with arousal, shifting her body up Mimosa's torso with deliberate slowness, her thighs bracketing either side of Mimosa's ribs. The slide of her skin against Mimosa's is electric, every inch of contact sending sparks down her spine.
With a fluid twist, Noelle turns herself around, her damp core hovering just above Mimosa's parted lips, the warmth of Mimosa's breath teasing the sensitive skin there. "Don't just stare," Noelle orders, though her breath catches as she leans forward, her own lips brushing the slick heat between Mimosa's thighs. The scent of them both, musky, sweet, unmistakable, fills the air, and Noelle groans low in her throat before pressing her tongue flat against Mimosa's folds, savoring the taste.
Mimosa gasps beneath her, hands flying to Noelle's hips, fingers digging in as she arches off the bed. "Y-you... oh!" Her words dissolve into a moan as Noelle licks a slow, torturous path upward, swirling her tongue around Mimosa's clit just long enough to tease before pulling away.
"Problem?" Noelle taunts, shifting her weight just enough to let Mimosa's lips graze her own dripping core. The contact is fleeting, maddening, and Mimosa growls, actually growls, before surging forward, sealing her mouth against Noelle's pussy with a hunger that steals her breath. The dual sensation, Mimosa's tongue working her in hot, relentless strokes while Noelle licks into Mimosa's pussy, sends them both spiraling, their moans muffled against each other's skin. (Gods, this is... this is...)
Mimosa's hands slide up Noelle's thighs with agonizing slowness, fingertips tracing the sensitive inner skin until they finally reach the soft swell of her asscheeks. She squeezes hard, nails biting just enough to make Noelle jerk against her mouth with a stifled cry. "F-fuck," Noelle gasps, her own rhythm faltering as Mimosa's tongue flicks faster against her clit, relentless. "You... ah!... you're cheating."
Mimosa pulls back just enough to smirk against her dripping folds, breath hot. "You started it," she breathes before diving back in, her tongue plunging deep this time, curling in a way that makes Noelle's thighs shake. Noelle's answering moan is choked off as she grips Mimosa's thighs tighter, anchoring herself as she licks into Mimosa's pussy with equal fervor, her tongue tracing firm, deliberate circles around her clit before dipping inside again, tasting the salt-sweetness of her.
The bed creaks beneath them, sheets tangling around their legs as they move against each other, slick skin sliding, breaths mingling in the charged air. Noelle can feel the tension coiling low in her belly, each flick of Mimosa's tongue pushing her closer, and she arches her back, pressing herself harder against Mimosa's mouth. (Gods, she's... she's...)
"Close?" Mimosa murmurs against her, the vibration sending a jolt straight to Noelle's core. Noelle doesn't trust herself to speak, just nods frantically, her fingers tightening on Mimosa's thighs as pleasure builds, white-hot and overwhelming. Mimosa's answering laugh is breathless, wicked. "Me too," she admits, hips rocking against Noelle's tongue. "So... ah... don't stop."
Noelle groans, dragging her lips higher, sucking Mimosa's clit between her teeth just hard enough to make her cry out. Mimosa retaliates by slipping two fingers inside her, curling them in that infuriatingly perfect way that has Noelle seeing stars. "F-fuck," Noelle chokes out, her rhythm stuttering as Mimosa's fingers pump faster, her thumb circling her clit in tight, relentless circles. "You're... gonna... make me..."
Mimosa's moan cuts her off, high and desperate, her thighs clamping around Noelle's head as her own climax crashes over her. Noelle swallows her release greedily, the taste tangy-sweet on her tongue, just as Mimosa's fingers twist inside her, pushing her over the edge. Pleasure erupts in sharp, blinding waves, and Noelle arches, muffling her scream against Mimosa's thigh as she comes, her hips jerking uncontrollably against Mimosa's mouth.
For a long moment, the only sounds are their ragged breaths and the slick slide of skin as they slowly pull apart. Mimosa licks her lips, eyes half-lidded and satisfied, before grinning up at Noelle. "Told you," she murmurs, voice husky, "you didn't want to wait."
Noelle collapses beside her, too spent to argue, though she swats weakly at Mimosa's shoulder. (Damn her. Damn her for being right.)
Mimosa traces lazy patterns along Noelle's sweat-slicked collarbone, her smirk audible before she even speaks. "Already done? And here I thought the mighty Noelle Silva had more stamina."
Noelle turns her head to Mimosa, pink eyes narrowed but still glazed with lingering pleasure. "Oh, I'm just getting started," she murmurs, voice rough like crushed velvet, before suddenly rolling atop Mimosa in one fluid motion. Her fingers dig possessively into Mimosa's D-cup breasts, squeezing just shy of pain, relishing the way they spill between her knuckles. "You talk too much for someone who came first."
Mimosa arches beneath her, breath hitching when Noelle presses her thighs apart with her own, the heat between their bodies almost unbearable now. "T-takes one to know one," she gasps, but the retort loses its bite when Noelle shifts her hips forward, their slick folds pressing together in a slow, deliberate grind that makes them both moan.
Noelle leans down, lips brushing Mimosa's ear. "You're right," she whispers, the words hot against flushed skin as she rocks against her again, harder this time, the friction sending sparks up her spine. "I didn't want to wait." Her teeth graze Mimosa's earlobe before she pulls back just enough to watch her face crumple with pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect, filthy sync.
Mimosa's hands fly to Noelle's hips, nails biting into soft flesh as she grinds up against her, their shared gasps mingling in the charged air. "N-no fair," she pants, but her hips jerk helplessly, chasing the pressure of Noelle's body, the way their clits brush with every roll of Noelle's hips. (Gods, she's...) Mimosa's thought shatters when Noelle suddenly shifts, angling her hips just right, pressing down harder, and the sensation is electric, blinding, enough to make her back bow off the bed with a broken cry.
"Fuck... like that?" Noelle breathes, her own rhythm faltering as Mimosa clenches around nothing, her thighs trembling beneath her. "You feel... ah... so good, with me grinding against you." Her fingers tighten on Mimosa's breasts, squeezing just enough to make her whimper, thumbs brushing over stiffened nipples in rough, uneven circles.
Mimosa's answer is lost in a moan when Noelle ducks her head, teeth scraping the delicate skin of her throat before sealing her lips over a pulse point and sucking hard. The dual sensation, Noelle's mouth marking her, the relentless friction between her thighs, sends sparks skittering down her spine, pooling low in her belly. "N-noelle," she chokes out, fingers scrambling for purchase on sweat-slick skin. "I... oh... I can't..."
"Say it," Noelle growls against her throat, her own breath ragged, hips rolling faster now, the slick slide of their bodies obscenely loud in the quiet room. "Say you're gonna come on my pussy." (Where the hell did that come from?) Mimosa's stunned laugh turns into a gasp when Noelle bites down, her hips stuttering as pleasure crests, white-hot and overwhelming.
Mimosa's fingers dig into Noelle's asscheeks, pulling her impossibly closer, thighs locking around the backs of Noelle's thighs like a vice. "Say it," Noelle demands again, breath ragged against Mimosa's damp throat, her hips rolling in tight, punishing circles, their clits grinding together with every slick thrust. "Say you're..."
"I... I'm gonna..." Mimosa chokes out, her voice breaking as Noelle's teeth sink into the soft flesh just above her collarbone, the sharp sting sending another jolt of pleasure straight to her core. The bedframe rattles violently beneath them, sheets twisting around their legs like desperate hands as they chase the same blinding peak. "Fuck, Noelle, I'm gonna come...!"
Noelle lets go of Mimosa's breasts to grab the sheets beside her head, pushing herself up on trembling arms, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall in moonlight. Below her, Mimosa arches, her vermilion locks splayed across the pillows, her D-cup breasts bouncing freely with each desperate thrust, their nipples stiff and flushed in the morning air. Noelle's own C-cups sway with the motion, sweat-slick and gleaming, their shared gasps and the wet slap of skin filling the room as they fuck each other raw.
"Together," Noelle pants, her thighs shaking, her clit throbbing where it's pressed flush against Mimosa's. "Come with me... now." Mimosa nods frantically, her nails raking down Noelle's back as they surge against each other one last time, pussies grinding tight, their bodies locking in a shared, shuddering climax. The rush of their mixed release spills between them, clear and slick, coating their folds before dripping down in rivulets to pool between Mimosa's asscheeks and onto the rumpled sheets beneath.
Noelle leans in, sealing their lips together in a searing kiss, tasting herself on Mimosa's tongue, salt and heat and something dizzyingly sweet. Mimosa whimpers into her mouth, her fingers tangling in Noelle's silver hair, pulling her closer still. (Gods, she's ruined me.)
They don't hear the door creak open, don't notice the shadow stretching across the bed until Asta's voice cuts through their haze, amused and rough. "Tch. And here I thought you two could wait ten damn minutes." Before either can react, Asta's hands, broad, calloused, warm, slide beneath their sweat-slick bodies, gripping their waists in one effortless motion. Noelle yelps as he lifts her first, her bare legs kicking uselessly in the air before Mimosa is hoisted up beside her, their flushed bodies dangling over his shoulders like stolen treasures.
Astra chuckles, the sound vibrating through their skin as he strides toward the kitchen, their combined weight nothing to his ridiculous strength. "Real cute," he murmurs, nipping at Noelle's exposed thigh before turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to Mimosa's hip. "But next time? Try not to wreck the bed before breakfast." Noelle scoffs, but her traitorous pulse jumps when his thumb strokes the sensitive dip of her waist, gentle, possessive, knowing. (Damn him. Damn them both.)