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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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Marinette stalked home in a huff. She had been having a night out with her colleagues to celebrate the end of another deadline, when they had suddenly ditched her. One minute they had been having drinks at the bar, the next they were out of sight or making out with random hook-ups in the shadows.
Marinette had stormed off, feeling abandoned and annoyed.
Her phone chimed with an incoming message.
Whoever fails to get laid tonight buys everyone lunch on Monday!
‘Get fucked, Angelique,’ she seethed.
‘Whoa, easy there, Princess. Someone could get hurt with that kind of language.’
Chat Noir swung down a lamppost, as if it were a stripper pole, to land on one knee before her in a superhero pose. He stood up with a smirk that softened when he saw the genuine ire in her expression.
‘What happened?’
‘My friends all left me so they could get dicked. Now they’re saying that whoever can’t get laid has to buy them lunch on Monday, when they know damned well it’ll be me.’
She resumed walking, and Chat Noir fell into step beside her.
‘Why will it be you?’
‘Because, unlike them, I can’t just fall into bed with any random dick. I need to feel something first.’
‘I see. And how do they prove they’ve gotten laid, thus avoiding being Monday’s lunch bitch?’
Marinette's phone chirped again. She held it up for him, showing him the image of Angelique in a compromising position she had just sent as proof.
‘Oh. She’s just got it all out on display there, doesn’t she?’
Marinette scowled. ‘Angelique is an exhibitionist whore.’
Chat Noir let out a low whistle at the venom in her tone. ‘So, what are you going to do?’
‘Have a quiet night in with my dildo, and buy everyone lunch on Monday, I guess,’ she replied bitterly.
Chat Noir coughed and spluttered at her frankness, almost tripping over his own feet in the process. Taking a deep breath, he brought himself under control. ‘You said you can’t fall into bed with any random dick, right?’
‘Yes,’ she confirmed.
‘I’m not a random. How about falling into bed with me?’
Marinette blinked at up at him, her feet coming to a stop. ‘Did you just proposition me?’
He tilted his head. ‘Is a no?’
Marinette resumed walking. ‘I didn’t say that.’
Chat Noir had been her partner for several years, and while he had eventually toned down the flirting with Ladybug, he’d also grown up and filled out. He was undeniably sexy, and Marinette found herself wondering just how much of the suit was padding, and what was flesh. However, while Ladybug may have missed her chance, Marinette had just been handed an opportunity.
He cleared his throat. ‘So, you want to do this?’
Thoughts of her gloating colleagues offering false sympathies flashed across her mind.
‘Yes.’ She grabbed his bell and yanked until he was closer to her height, and planted a chaste, but firm kiss on his lips.
Chat Noir straightened up, looking a little dazed. ‘Okie dokie, then.’
He scooped Marinette up, and cradled her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes as he took a mighty leap up to the rooftops.
‘Where to, Princess?’
She told him her address and he set off at a sprint, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. Before long, they landed on the roof of her apartment block, and she led the way in through the roof access door.
‘Here we are,’ she announced as she let them into her place.
Chat Noir looked around with interest, paying particular attention to her family photos.
‘No boyfriend?’ he asked, indicating the pictures.
She shrugged. ‘No love life to speak of.’
‘That’s just sad.’
She tsked at him. ‘Shut up. I’m going to get changed.’
Before she could go, Chat Noir caught her wrist. She looked up at him expectantly, to find him staring down her figure.
‘Leave it,’ he said. ‘I like your outfit.’
She flushed under his obvious appraisal and approval of her attire, though she suspected her scandalously short skirt played a role in forming his opinions. She twirled the plaid pleats between her fingers, the soft pink surely matching her blush.
‘You're so cute,’ he murmured, as he carefully gripped her hands.
Marinette wished she wasn’t wearing so may layers. She wore a plain white, short-sleeved blouse under a charcoal vest with a plunging neckline. Her blouse was open right down to the vest’s collar, revealing a scintillating amount of cleavage, without looking cheap. Under her skirt and delicate petticoat, she wore sheer thigh-high stockings, and dark suede wedges. While she thought her outfit was cute, she knew others would find fault with it. To hear Chat Noir call her cute vindicated her clothing choices.
He trailed the back of his hand up her jaw. ‘May I kiss you?’
Instead of answering, she cupped his cheeks and pulled him in.
Their kisses were slow and sweet, almost tender as they got used to each other. When Marinette let her hands drift, Chat Noir took it as permission, and his own hands began to wander. She shivered when his claws trailed down her sides, and gasped quietly when he licked her lips.
Their kiss deepened, and they began to feel a little bolder. Marinette’s hands slid over his shoulders, down his back, and across his chest. Chat Noir tugged her hair loose, and buried his hands under the hem of her shirt to grip her waist. His claws dimpled her skin, but he didn’t hurt her. To show her appreciation of his efforts, she kissed up his jaw and down his neck.
His answering hum was almost a growl. Yanking her close until she was pressed firmly against him, he released her waist to grab her rear. She could feel her skirt bunch under his hands, sure the petticoat would tear if he got rough, but found she didn’t care.
Winding her arms around the back of his head, she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him greedily. Chat Noir reciprocated with equal fervour, holding her close to the bulge growing in his groin.
Marinette hooked a leg over his hip. He slid his hand off her buttock to hold it in place, growling softly in her ear as she ground against him. A growing dampness eased the friction, as the smell and the sounds spurred Chat Noir on.
He hoisted her up until she could wrap both legs around him, his hands under her rear supporting her weight effortlessly. With her hands free, Marinette tugged on his bell until the hidden zipper shifted, and let go. She caressed his skin as it appeared, and smothered him with open mouthed kisses.
Then he walked down her short hallway, and lowered her to the bed. Once her knees were on the mattress, he held her jaw and kissed her with an energy that was almost covetous. Slowly, still kissing her, he placed his baton on the bedside table, and sat down beside her, with his back to the headboard.
Letting her go, he leaned back against the pillows, then dragged Marinette into his lap, with her back pressed against his chest.
As he trailed sloppy kisses over her neck and shoulders, he pulled off her vest and popped a few more buttons. She rested against him while tugged her bra down to feel her breasts, as she reached up behind her to tangle her hands in his hair once more.
‘You have the world’s most perfect breasts,’ he breathed into her ear. ‘Why on earth would you hide them behind a bra?’
‘Take it off for me.’
He huffed a laugh as he reached up her back to unhook the clasps. Then he dragged the straps from her shoulders, and she worked her arms free, so he could pull the garment from the front of her shirt.
‘Better?’ she asked.
‘Much,’ he agreed, tossing her bra aside.
He kneaded her flesh, kissed and nibbled her shoulders, and manoeuvred his legs between hers so he could spread them wide and hold them open.
The growing bulge in his crotch was digging into her arse, so she wriggled in his lap until it sat comfortably between her buttocks. Chat Noir growled and wrapped his arms around her middle to hold her still. Feeling mischievous, she wriggled a bit more.
His teeth closed on the meat between her neck and shoulder. It didn’t hurt, but it was a clear command to sit still.
‘But I want to feel you,’ she whined.
His low exhalation was more like a rumble. ‘Very well.’
Taking hold of her shirt, he ripped it off, sending the remaining buttons flying, and peeling the ruined garment off her shoulders to cast it into the darkness. Then he flipped up her skirt, which had already ridden so high, she may as well not be wearing it at all, and tore a hole in her flimsy panties. Retracting his claws, he slowly inserted two fingers and began pumping and stroking her inner walls.
Marinette sighed a wanton ahh, and gripped his thighs. The heel of his palm pressed against her sensitive nub, while his fingers curled deliciously inside her, his other hand resuming its place on her breast.
She hummed her appreciation and rolled her hips against his crotch. Chat Noir licked the spot he’d bitten, and began a slow, rumbling purr.
Marinette loved his purr. Normally, he’d cut it off in embarrassment, but it seemed it was acceptable during times of arousal.
‘I want to make you scream,’ he rasped, pressing firmly against her clit.
She gasped and pointed at her bedside table. Leaning over, he yanked a drawer open and rummaged around until he extracted a tube of lube, and a hot pink vibrating anal plug.
‘Very nice,’ he approved, his voice distorted by the purr.
Easing his fingers out of her, he directed Marinette onto her hands and knees before him, her arse in front of him. He ripped the remains of her panties off, and applied a generous amount of lube to tease her hole before slowly inserting the plug.
‘How do I turn it on?’
‘App on my phone.’
Chat Noir extracted himself to fetch her phone from her handbag still laying on the loungeroom floor. He returned soon after, sat Marinette back in his lap, with his legs pinning hers wide open, and searched her phone. He found the app, and the plug buzzed to life. Marinette flinched, then released a gusty sigh. Chat Noir fingered her as she settled back down, dipping into her entrance and spreading her own moisture over her skin.
‘My turn,’ he announced.
Something shifted underneath Marinette. She adjusted her seat, and looked down to see Chat Noir’s cock sliding free of his suit, thick and wanting as it stood fully erect. Precum beaded the tip, and trickled down as she watched, unconsciously licking her lips in eager anticipation.
‘Ready for me, Princess?’
‘Oh, god yes.’
Getting to her knees, she parted her lower lips and eased herself down until she felt him at her entrance. She sank over him slowly, savouring the feeling of him quivering inside her. Once he was fully sheathed, he encouraged her to lay back and wrapped an arm around her chest. She exhaled a shuddering breath as he began to move, her pussy clenching around him greedily.
‘Fuck, I can feel the vibrations,’ Chat Noir grunted.
Marinette uttered a wordless agreement, and rotated her hips, her head falling back and her eyes closing.
His thrusts were shallow and slow, as if he were reluctant to move out of her any further than necessary. But he hit her walls expertly, until her panting turned to heavy moans and her legs tried to curl in. He still used his own legs to hold hers open, and the hand not groping her breast was inching down her belly to rub her clit.
Marinette gasped and began babbling affirmations as she writhed against him. Her pussy grew hot, and tingles shot through every nerve in her body. She bit her lip on a moan and reached behind her to anchor herself on Chat Noir’s shoulders.
‘God, you’re wet,’ he grunted as his thrusts came a little harder.
He squelched inside her, and drew back with an obscene sucking noise, before jerking into her again. Their bodies met with a wet smack, her arse sliding over his suit easily as sweat slicked her skin.
On the bedside table, Marinette’s phone chimed with another text. She opted to ignore it, but Chat Noir let go of her breast to see what it was.
‘Another of your colleagues getting some,’ he panted.
Marinette had stopped caring. She was engrossed in the feeling of him sliding against her inner thighs, the vibrations of the plug, and the fluids running from her opening every time he thrust.
‘There’s actual words, too. They seem to be under the impression that you’re incapable of picking up. How about we rectify that, Princess?’
‘Shut up and fuck me,’ she panted.
He hummed an enquiring note as he pressed his lips to her shoulder. ‘Just let me do one thing, then we can get serious.’
Marinette huffed and canted her hips, encouraging him to move faster. But Chat Noir removed his hand from her clit, though her moisture clung to his fingers in glistening strands. He licked his fingers, then transferred the phone to his right hand, and arranged her skirt so it barely covered her sex. He then placed his left forearm over her breasts in a casual embrace and held the phone up before them.
Marinette blinked in the blue light, the only source of illumination in her apartment. Chat Noir kissed her shoulder, then her hair, as she closed her eyes and let her head rest against his chest, her face flushed.
The sound of the camera told her when he’d taken the shot, then he put her phone down, and gave her his full attention.
‘Where were we?’ he murmured huskily.
‘You were about to fuck my brains out.’
‘Ah, of course.’
Rolling over, he lay Marinette on her side in front of him. He lifted the hem of her skirt, then hoisted her leg above her head. Chat Noir groaned as he adjusted his position, his cock still deep inside her. He began thrusting again, the hand holding her leg up moving down until he could rub her off.
Marinette hummed approvingly, and gripped the sheets as his movements rocked her whole body. Her breasts dragged across the bedding, adding another layer of friction. She grasped her breast and massaged it, the peaked nipple sliding between her fingers.
Chat Noir adjusted his movements again, this time coming in long, hard thrusts. His pelvis met her arse with a slap, and set her raised leg swaying above them. Marinette’s jaw went slack, bursts of head radiating from her pussy into every limb.
‘Fuck. Fuck me harder,’ she begged.
With a wanton growl, Chat Noir pulled out, flipped her onto her belly, and yanked her hips up. He entered her again roughly, slamming into her hard enough to plough her head into the pillows.
‘Again,’ she wailed.
He took her hard and fast, his desperate thrusts knocking the bed into the wall and setting the mattress springs squeaking in protest. Marinette keened loudly, her arms grabbing at anything she could use to anchor herself.
Their combined fluids ran unchecked to trickle down her legs, and drip off his balls. The slap and squelch of their bodies meeting and separating filled the spaces between grunts and moans. Marinette's headboard knocking into the wall chipped at the plaster, and she had to bite the corner of her pillow to absorb her drool.
Chat Noir’s cock throbbed and pulsed; she could feel it even as her pussy opened wide to greedily accept it. He gripped her hips with both hands hard enough to bruise, saliva dripping from his slack lips to land on her back and slide between her arse cheeks.
‘Yes,’ she pleaded, ‘more. I need more.’
Anything she said after that descended into helpless babbles. Chat Noir had long since given up any semblance of speech, instead opting to answer with his body as per her instructions. He let himself go, responding to her instinctively while surrendering to his own wants. He grunted with every thrust, pulling Marinette into him as his hips surged forward.
A tension was coiling low in her belly. Chat Noir was striking her sweet spot mercilessly, and even without stimulating her clit, she felt her climax approaching fast. She tried to tell him, but she had lost the ability to speak, so she bucked and writhed, screaming through her orgasm as Chat Noir continued to pound her.
She felt all her muscles let go, and liquids squirted out in a torrent. Chat Noir howled and increased his pace, but lost his rhythm. He rutted like an animal, draped over her back and groping her swaying breasts, his pelvis moving shallowly, but hard. He breathed heavily in her ear, growling lowly, as her own tension built up again.
She felt him cum. His cock expelled his essence with shocking force; she swore she could feel it fill her up. Marinette came a second time, squealing her pleasure as her pussy gulped around him.
Slowly, he pulled out, still shooting the dregs down her back and into her hair. Cum flooded from her opening, and she hummed and squirmed as it tickled her skin. Squeezing her legs together to hold on to the feeling, Marinette collapsed onto her side while Chat Noir flopped down in front of her.
Raising her leg, she inspected the mess he’d left behind.
‘You sure came a lot,’ she slurred. ‘There’s so much.’
‘You feel too fucking good,’ he replied drunkenly.
‘I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.’
‘Good. Then you’ll be right where I left you, so we can do it all again.’
‘Can I at least shower?’
‘No. You look better filthy.’
An echo of wanton heat flared in her groin. She scooted closer, to lay her head on his chest and press as much of herself against him as possible.
Her phone chirping another message ruined her post orgasmic bliss, but she ignored it in favour of indulging herself.
‘It’s from your colleagues,’ Chat Noir told her. ‘They want to know who you’ve been fucking.’
‘None of their business,’ she groused sleepily.
Holding the phone at arm’s length, Chat Noir took a picture of them both cuddled up in their own filth, making sure his face was in the shot this time.
My princess says it’s not your business, he replied with a wicked smirk.
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