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Dangerous Games	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 11603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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Chat Noir didn't visit Marinette again until Thursday evening. Due to the hectic schedule that came with a rapidly approaching fashion show, Adrien hadn't gotten to see her at all during the day. So, to make up for lost time, he dropped by as his alter ego just to see how she was doing. He tapped on the glass door of her balcony, then relaxed against the railing in a casual pose that was anything but casual.
Marinette appeared from around the corner of her hallway, her face lighting up when she saw him. She hurried over to thrust the door open, wincing as it bumped over something in the track.
Chat Noir raised an eyebrow.
Marinette leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed as she struck an equally orchestrated casual pose. 'S'up.'
'Hey.'
They stared at each other, caught between awkward, and just taking the other in.
Marinette wore only a pink nightie, the delicate floral design doing nothing to conceal the details of her body. Chat Noir licked his lips as his eyes travelled over her, but snapped up to her throat when she swallowed audibly.
He retracted his claws before stepping forward and caressing her cheeks with his fingertips, his thumbs lightly tracing the curve of her lips. She was staring up at him, her eyes wide and expectant.
He leaned in and kissed her softly, his hands travelling down her sides and over her rear, then sliding under the hem of her nightie to grip her bare arse.
She jumped when he squeezed, squeaking into their kiss as she flinched forward. He took that as an invitation to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She responded eagerly, stroking his tongue with hers, as her hands burrowed into his hood to wrap around his neck.
He hummed, pleased she was willing to resume what they'd started before, then lifted her up and seated them both on her couch, just as he'd done last time.
He pushed on her arse, grinding her against his cock as it grew hot and hard. Involuntarily, his hips rose up at the same time. Marinette moaned quietly, rolling her pelvis with him, her breasts pushing against his chest as she did.
Chat Noir grabbed the hem of her nightie and pulled it up to her chin, then let it drape over his wrists while he groped her tits, her nipples hardening under his touch. He kissed a line down her neck, to the swell of her breasts, before he licked, kissed, and sucked until he left dark marks on her pale skin.
Marinette threw off her clothes, then pushed his hood back so she could tug his head up by the hair. Her eyes were hot and commanding as she pulled him in for a passionate kiss, her arms wrapping possessively around his head.
Chat Noir lifted his hips again, grinding into her as he kneaded her arse. His cock was already straining against his suit, and he wasn't even fully erect yet. It was no surprise he had a kink for strong women.
They kissed, touched, and moaned, rutting helplessly against each other. Marinette's skin beaded with sweat, glistening as it caught the light. Chat Noir licked off what he could reach, down her throat, on her breasts, or her temples before returning to her lips.
In turn, Marinette kissed up his jaw before nipping his ear, her tongue swiping up the shell before she lavished the same attention on his other ear, stopping briefly to kiss his lips on the way.
His hands massaged her arse, but the sweat made her skin slippery. His right hand accidentally slid around the curve of her flesh until his fingers slipped into her crack, and rubbed against her hole. Marinette quivered, as a quiet gasp escaped her. Chat Noir hummed a smug, but curious note. He rubbed circles around her hole, while his other hand slid down to finger her from behind. She was hot, wet, and wanting. He slid two fingers inside, right up to his knuckles, and pumped them easily while her juices dripped over his hand.
Before long, the ache in his groin was pronounced. He rubbed against her, looking for relief, but it wasn't enough. Apparently, she was having similar issues. Marinette let out a impatient huff, before forcefully pushing down on his cock, his fingers sliding out of her. Chat Noir let out a guttural shout, then grabbed her hips and held her away from him.
Looking her in the eyes, he said, 'get your dildo.'
Marinette unwound herself, then got up on unsteady legs. She staggered away, returning a few moments later with the toy he had first seen her with.
He pulled her into his lap, her back against his chest. 'Partial Detransformation,' he ordered.
In a flash, he was clad in his sleeves which ended in a v on the back of his hands, and held in place with a loop of fabric around his middle fingers, where his ring was on his right hand, leaving his palms and fingers bare. His legs were similarly covered, but his feet lacked the loop of fabric which held the cuff point in place. He still had his belt, as well as his costume ears and his mask. The rest of him was completely bare.
Marinette gasped, swivelling around to look at him. 'I didn't know they could do that,' she murmured.
Chat Noir winked licentiously at her as he stroked her up thighs, belly, and breasts, leaving a wet trail of her own moisture on her skin.
She let out a long exhale, then relaxed against him. He hoisted her up a little, his cock nestled between her arse cheeks.
He took the dildo from her and rubbed it against her pussy, while she raised her arms to clasp her hands behind his neck. He moved in a slow, but steady rhythm, synchronising his hand movements with the thrusts of his hips.
Marinette was still extremely wet, dripping on him as they moved together. He help up her left leg while he pushed the dildo in slowly with his other hand. Her head fell against his shoulder, her mouth open, as she gasped for breath. The dildo slid in easily, so he pushed it in as far as it would go, then slowly drew it out again, before repeating the motions.
Marinette hummed appreciatively, her arse sliding up and down his cock in time with his hands.
Chat Noir kissed and licked where he could reach, down her neck and over her shoulders. His left hand roamed up her body, and down her thigh, then came to rest over her pussy. He began to rub her clit as he turned the dildo on.
Marinette let out a throaty moan, her hands clenching in his hair and tugging. He groaned at the sensation, his hips shuddering.
He turned the dildo over, using the clit tickler to stimulate her anus, while his fingers worked her clit. Marinette flinched, but didn't object, instead rolling her pelvis and pushing her arse into his lap.
He kept going, enjoying the feeling of her writhing on top of him. Her legs curled up, her spine undulated, as she steadily became more vocal. Soon she was wailing helplessly, her hands moving about, as she tried to anchor herself on anything solid.
Chat Noir figured she was close. She was shuddering and panting, her cries becoming more urgent. He was not quite there yet. Her arse surrounded and stroked his cock, pre-cum dribbled from the tip, but he still needed one more thing to get him there. Then, Marinette reached down and cupped his balls. He grunted when she fondled them tenderly, then he felt himself approach the edge quickly.
Chat Noir redoubled his efforts, working frantically against her clit. Marinette convulsed, then thrashed about, letting go of his balls, her shouts no more than whimpers now. Her jaw muscles and the tendons in her neck strained for a moment, then, with a final strangled cry, she went limp in his arms, shuddering spasmodically while he stroked her pussy soothingly.
'I can't. No more,' she panted.
He let her rest for a moment, the dildo still deep inside her, before he began pumping it again. His hips rocked, pushing his dick between her arse cheeks, as he began to rub firm circles on her clit again. Marinette moaned a feeble protest, but her hips were moving with his, her hands creeping down to massage his balls again.
The heat and pressure built in his lower belly. Her soft skin, wanton cries, and enticing scent pushed him to go harder and faster. His pelvis met her arse with a slap, and soon her cheeks were a delicate pink. He growled as her bit down lightly on her shoulder, encouraging her to stay where she was.
His dick penetrated her anus by accident, sliding in halfway before he realised what had happened. He moved to pull out, but Marinette lowered herself over him until he was in as far as he could go.
The tight coil in his belly released. He dropped the dildo, both hands coming up to hold Marinette against him as hard as he could.
Her body convulsed around him as he came, his essence mingling with hers as it dribbled out to run down his cock and over his balls.
After a couple of minutes, the convulsions stopped. Chat Noir felt himself go flaccid, and he pulled out, a rush of his own cum spilling out in his wake.
He swivelled about to lay with Marinette on the couch, pulling her, face down, on top of him. She left sloppy kisses across his chest and up his neck, then collapsed, spent, still breathing heavily.
He liked the feeling of her on top of him. Her breasts heaving, her skin wet and slippery, her breath mingling with his when he kissed her. He traced light patterns against her overly sensitive pussy. She twitched and squirmed, particularly when he dragged a finger up her arse crack and over her hole. He liked touching her. He liked how she felt, and how she reacted. He especially liked that it was his scent, his essence, still clinging to her body.
Mine, a possessive part of his mind whispered.
Marinette's breathing evened out. Craning his neck to get a look at her face, he smiled.
'Are you asleep?'
She hummed a drunken affirmative.
He pushed her into an upright position, and sat up. He got to his feet, then lifted her up. He carried her to her room, and placed her in her unmade bed.
'Don't be mad at me for getting your sheets dirty,' he whispered as he pulled a sheet over her.
Marinette answered with another absent hum before curling into a ball, her sheet gripped tight under her chin.
He brushed her hair away from her face, then left the apartment via the front door. He detransformed in the hallway, then let himself into his own apartment to shower and get some sleep.
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