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Steamy and Sultry One-shots	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 25770 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

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Adrien had misgivings about seeing a fortune teller, but he was assured this one was unfailingly accurate, if a little unconventional. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have bothered at all, but after Gabriel's untimely death, he had been thrust into the top position in his father’s company.
His board members, in an attempt at team bonding, had suggested they all attend a local festival, and have the fortune teller predict the future of their company. What they had discovered, though, was advanced bookings were required to see the psychic, and the ensuing forms weren’t just personal, but downright invasive.
However, there was no way Adrien could back out graciously, so he filled in the forms, set a time, and submitted his application. An hour later, a reply email was sent to him, confirming his time and date.
Now, as he stood outside a building with an appropriately gothic façade, he watched the board members emerge after going in one by one, discusing their meeting with the fortune teller animatedly.
‘Damn, she was hot,’ stated a man close to Adrien’s age, as he re-joined the group.
Another leered, nodding in agreement. ‘She can read my palm any day.’
‘She read your palm?’ asked a watery little man. ‘She gazed into the crystal ball when I saw her.’
As they compared notes, Adrien realised it was his turn. He entered the tiny entry hall, starting as someone cleared their throat to his left. Turning, he saw a woman with curly auburn hair and glasses sitting in what looked like a re-purposed cloak room, her arms folded over a high reception desk.
‘Name please?’ she said.
Adrien coughed awkwardly into his fist as he approached the woman. He saw she wore no name tag, and her clothes were casual street wear; not at all what he expected from a fortune teller’s receptionist.
‘Adrien Agreste,’ he supplied, ‘from Gabriel's.’
She tapped at a computer sitting to the far left of the desk, before nodding. ‘Yup, there you are. Lucky last.’
Adrien nodded in acknowledgement. He didn’t know how to answer a closed statement.
‘Just head through that doorway there,’ she pointed toward a beaded curtain, ‘and Madame Ladybug will be with you shortly.’
‘Thank you, Mademoiselle,’ he replied, nodding politely.
Following her instruction, he entered the doorway, letting the beads cascade back into position behind him. Looking around the dim room, he first noticed a small circular table in the centre, set with two straight-backed chairs, and a long red tablecloth, atop which sat a crystal ball in a specialised cradle. The windows as the far end of the room were covered in thick maroon drapes, and even the carpet was some shade of red. Illuminating the room were small clusters of candles set on side tables, shelves, and a single taper beside the crystal ball.
He was so caught up taking in the tableau, he hadn’t noticed the figure standing behind him.
Adrien flinched violently when the door snapped shut. Spinning round, he saw a woman standing by the door, one hand still on the panels. He blinked, then blinked again, sure his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Madame Ladybug smiled as she circled him, to head to her place at the table. Adrien’s eyes followed her helplessly. She wore knee high, lace up leather boots, the heel neither chunky or slender. Her navy blue, high waisted skirt showed no leg, and fastened with double rows of golden buttons, and flared elegantly around her knees. Over her shoulders was a gossamer capelet of dark blue, decorated around the collar with fine embroidery. The fabric was so sheer, it emphasised her bare breasts rather than hid them.
Adrien gulped, suddenly understanding his colleagues’ crude talk.
‘Please, be seated,’ Madame Ladybug instructed, her hand trailing over the back of the guest chair as she passed it.
He nodded again, doing as instructed, and trying not to stare. Madame Ladybug smiled benignly as she took her own seat.
‘I’ve never seen a fortune teller before,’ he began, studiously avoiding looking at her breasts.
‘I’m honoured to be your first,’ she replied.
Adrien tried not to squirm as she stared at him.
‘You have an honest soul,’ she eventually stated, her eyes softening.
‘Thanks.’ Adrien winced, the upward inflection making it sound like a question.
Madame Ladybug chuckled softly. ‘Now, what sort of reading should I do for you? Palm, perhaps, or the crystal? No, too impersonal.’
Adrien wouldn’t describe palm reading as impersonal, especially if it meant she had to hold his hand to do it.
‘Tarot, maybe?’ she went on, tapping her chin as she thought.
‘Pardon my ignorance, but does it matter? They will all give you the same answer, won’t they?’
To his relief, she didn’t look offended.
‘Some methods are more accurate than others, while others would give me deeper insight. The more personal the contact, the more accurate the reading will be, and the further I’ll be able to see.’
‘I see,’ he lied.
Madame Ladybug laughed softly. ‘I think I know what to do with you. Come.’
She stood up and faced the rear wall. Adrien followed, curious despite himself. She paused to swish the heavy curtains aside, revealing glass doors which led to a small, grassy courtyard.
Adrien inhaled the night air deeply as she led him outside, staring at the ferns and flowers planted at the base of the high walls. The air was sweet with their fragrance, a small water feature babbling in the far-right corner.
‘Lay here.’ Madame Ladybug indicated a spot in the middle of the grass.
He did so, confused and a little concerned. ‘This won’t hurt, will it?’
‘Quite the opposite,’ she assured him as she retreated to the doorway to remove her boots.
Adrien watched her backside as she bent over, heat growing in his crotch. Biting his lip, he willed the thoughts away. It would be grossly inappropriate to become aroused now.
When Madame Ladybug straightened up, she began fussing with her skirt, until she spread the fabric wide, and let it fall to her ankles. She wore noting underneath, her bare arse pale and perfect.
Adrien swallowed heavily, the heat in his crotch flaring.
She turned back to him, still smiling serenely. ‘The more intimate I am with someone, the clearer the reading will be. Are you comfortable with this?’
He could only nod, watching intently as she approached him.
‘Very good.’
She straddled his hips, her body warmth seeping through his trousers instantly, as she leaned in to place heated kisses across his jaw and down his throat. Adrien stifled a groan, his hands hovering over her waist, uncertain whether she wanted him to touch her.
‘Just relax, and do what you would normally do,’ she whispered in his ear.
He shivered as her breath tickled his skin. He gently placed his hands on her waist, then slid them up her back, under the capelet she still wore. As he was gliding his hands back down, she began to unbutton his shirt.
She kissed a trail down his chest and belly, popping buttons as she went, until she could tug the garment off his shoulders. She threw it aside with a cheeky grin, before cradling his jaw, and nibbling the spot just below his ear.
Adrien sighed, barely preventing a moan. He cupped her rear, squeezing gently with both hands. Madame Ladybug hummed appreciatively, licking his neck in retaliation. He kneaded her flesh as she continued to kiss, lick, and nibble her way across his neck and shoulders.
The heat was building, Adrien’s trousers growing uncomfortably tight. Madame Ladybug pulled away with a wet smack to sit upright, on top of his growing erection.
Adrien did groan then, his hands gripping her hips as they began to grind. He rose up to meet her, but just as he was falling into a rhythm, she moved away. She giggled at his small pout, then winked. Adrien was about to ask what she was doing, when she shuffled back, to begin tugging on his belt.
Comprehension dawned. Throwing his trepidation aside, Adrien helped her feed the strap through the buckle. Once it was loose, she undid his pants, attempting to yank them off herself. He lifted his hips, and hooked his thumbs over the waistbands of his pants, and underwear, pulling them, and his socks and shoes, off himself.
Madame Ladybug licked her lips, eyeing him lasciviously. ‘Lucky me.’
Adrien blushed. He had never been particularly self-conscious before, and plenty of women had looked at him like they were about to devour him whole, but there was some unquantifiable element when Madame Ladybug stared at him. It was unlike anything he had experienced before, and he wanted her to want him.
He sat up to meet her, then lifted her capelet over her head. She let him remove the delicate garment, her hands on his shoulders, as they maintained eye contact. As he lay back, he pulled her with him, until she hovered over his hips once more.
He trailed his right hand up her thigh, until he reached the warm, moist junction between her legs. He stroked her gently for a long moment, watching with heated fascination as her juices collected and trickled down his fingers. He inserted two, easing them in slowly, to her satisfied hum.
Madame Ladybug let her head fall back, her hips swaying in time with his tender ministrations.
The heat in his loins grew into an aching need. He began to stroke himself with his free hand, until Madame Ladybug opened her eyes, and claimed both his hands, to place them over her breasts. Adrien groped them shamelessly, her skin slick with her own moisture.
She lowered herself down until she could perch on his thighs. When she was comfortable, she took his cock in both hands, massaging the head, while she pumped the shaft.
A groan slipped out, low and wanton. He clenched his jaw, but then Madame Ladybug pressed her hands to her pussy, before taking his dick back in hand. Lubricating him with her own juices, she resumed jerking him off, her grip firm and her pumping rapid.
‘Fuck,’ he grunted, precum dribbling from the tip.
Madame Ladybug hummed in satisfaction. Rising to her knees, she placed him at her opening, then slowly lowered herself until she had completely sheathed him. Adrien gasped as hot wetness surrounded him. Immediately, he grasped her hips, guiding her movements while he thrust up to meet her.
‘You feel good,’ he mumbled, as sweat beaded his skin.
She caressed his jaw, her expression soft and tender. ‘I like how you feel too.’
They fell silent, the air instead filling with slick, squelching noises as their bodies met. Madame Ladybug steadied herself with her hands splayed across his chest, her head lowered. Adrien let go of her hips, letting her adjust her thrusts to a sinuous glide up and down his straining cock, to pull the ribbons from her hair. It swayed with her movements, a luscious curtain of midnight that obscured her lust hazed eyes.
She sat up straight, tilting her head back to tuck her hair behind her ears. Shooting him a wink, she changed her motions again to a rapid up and down, her breasts bouncing. Adrien watched her closely, from the sweat running down her taut belly, to her pert bosom, and to her stiff nipples.
He ran his hands up her thighs, to cup her rear, encouraging her back into the sensual glide. She did, sliding her breasts up his torso, her fingers twisting in his hair. He grunted when she tugged, bringing him upright and angling his face in between her neck and shoulder. He held her close, pressing her against him as tight as he could while she worked him. His hands, still on her arse, kneaded her desperately. He slid his fingers into her arse crack, toying with her hole.
She squeaked, flinching at the unexpected action. Drawing back so she could look him in the eyes, she breathed, ‘do that again.’
He teased her anus, barely dipping a finger in, before he tickled the perimeter once more. She seemed to like that, shivering and moaning as she fell out of rhythm. Her heavy breathing turned to needy pants, punctuated by debauched vocalisations. She hummed and gasped with increasing regularity and volume, her head thrown back, with her jaw slack.
Adrien felt himself approach his end. The hot tightness coiled in his belly clenched, his cock tender and aching, quivering in anticipation of release.
Madame Ladybug lost her rhythm entirely, her hands gripping his shoulders tight as she began to buck.
Suddenly, she held his face in both hands, looking intently into his eyes, her hips still rutting against him.
‘Share my vision,’ she panted.
She pulled him into a searing kiss, her tongue invading his mouth to stroke his own, tempting him to chase her.
Just as he began to reciprocate, images flashed through his mind. He saw himself as he used to be, a sheltered child, dominated by his father. He relived Gabriel's death, and his own ascension to CEO of his father’s company. Then, he saw a grand house he didn’t recognise, but knew to be his own. On the walls were pictures of children, two with hair as fair as his, the third as dark as his mother’s.
Beside him was a woman with porcelain skin, piercing blue eyes, and midnight hair. She smiled up at him from a rumpled bed, her wedding ring glinting against her bare breast.
‘Marinette,’ he whispered, aloud.
Madame Ladybug wailed, her inner walls clenching around his cock as she peaked. She threw her head back, riding out her orgasm, with her mouth hanging open. Adrien’s gut tensed. He held her close, squeezing her tight as he reached his finish, spilling deep inside her.
Gasping, she eased off of him, sitting on the grass with trembling legs, as their combined fluids tricked down her legs.
‘What was that?’ Adrien asked, confused but wanting the future she had shown him.
‘That was my vision of the future,’ she explained. ‘I can share what I see during climax.’
He tucked her hair back behind her ear. ‘My future with you?’
‘So it would seem.’
He traced the delicate blush tinting her cheeks. He smiled that she could still do that after what they had just done.
‘Is it a future you want?’ He didn’t know what he would do if she said no.
‘My visions are never wrong.’
It wasn’t a hard no, but it wasn’t an enthusiastic yes, either. His heart plummeted.
‘Will you let me attempt to woo you?’
She blinked up at him. ‘Woo me?’
He picked up her hand, to place a light kiss on her knuckles. ‘I wouldn’t suggest jumping into anything just because it’s what you saw. Normally, people date first to find out if they’re compatible. We may know the end result, but we can still enjoy the journey, right?’
She looked deeply into his eyes, as if she were searching for something. ‘You really want this future, don’t you?’
‘Very much.’
She bit her lip, her gaze sliding away before coming back to him. ‘Can we go slow?’
He smiled. ‘Good evening, Mademoiselle. My name is Adrien Agreste. How do you do?’
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