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Steamy and Sultry One-shots	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 25776 -:- 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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Unable to withstand the stifling confines of his apartment, Adrien transformed, and fled through the window. He bounded over the rooftops, and up the highest buildings, but the lingering, suffocating heat dogged his every step.
The uncomfortable, and disquieting pressure low in his belly told him he needed to run faster and farther, to the point when exhaustion suppressed all other sensations.
This is out of control, he thought mournfully.
Unfortunately, it was spring, and the seasonal “heat” had set in. During the early years with his Miraculous, he hadn’t been old enough to experience the Cat’s mating cycle, but as he grew older, the more intense the heat was. He longed for the days when he could easily run off his urges, or even the ones where he could stave of the worst of it by himself.
Alas, his hand no longer satisfied the lust, nor did meaningless one-night stands. Left with no other recourse, he took a deep breath, and continued to run.

Marinette was watering her favourite plants after relocating them from her childhood room to her new apartment balcony. It was smaller than what she was used to, but it was hers, and she loved it.
Tikki slept in her rose bushes, perfectly concealed by the bright red blooms. Marinette smiled at the scene, then rubbed her legs together.
Her heat was upon her again. It wasn’t unbearable, but she had already soaked through her panties.
I just changed them fifteen minutes ago, she whined internally.
She could smell her arousal, even through the scent of her bodywash still clinging to her skin. Sighing, she turned around to go and find her dildo, glad she had invested in rechargeable batteries.
A solid thud behind her indicated something heavy had landed on her balcony, just before her unexpected visitor spoke.
‘Well, if it isn’t Mademoiselle Marinette. I didn’t know you’d moved.’
Marinette rolled her eyes with fond exasperation as she turned around. ‘Why would I tell you, Kitty? We’re not typically in the habit of sharing these things with each other.’
This was true no matter which guise she wore. Ladybug kept her relationship with Chat Noir strictly professional, despite his best attempts to woo her, and while Marinette was friendly with him, they were not close.
Chat Noir shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck with an embarrassed grin. ‘It’s not that. I just didn’t expect to see you. It’s always nice to run into a familiar face.’
Nodding, she leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed. ‘Ah, I see. It must be a quiet night if you can take the time to make social calls.’
‘Yeah, it’s pretty still.’ He leaned against the rail, one leg propped up, as a light breeze ruffled his hair.
Marinette approached him to lean her elbows against the railing beside him, to look out over the city. For a brief moment, she could forget about her heat, and relax. The breeze sent goose bumps up her bare arms, but it felt refreshing against her feverish skin. Beside her, Chat Noir gulped audibly.
She turned to him with one brow raised, to find him staring at her with wide eyes, the green almost completely overshadowed by his dilated pupils. His breathing was shallow and stilted, and a blush coloured his skin.
‘Is something wrong?’ she asked.
His nostrils flared as the wind carried the scent of her arousal toward him. It was then she remembered he was in the grip of his own heat, and that it was far more severe than hers. Yet, to her confusion, he remained where he was, opting to stare openly at her as his fists curled into fists.
‘Chat, are you ok?’
Despite her sudden surge of panic, his uncharacteristic stillness bothered her more than the possibility he had found her out.
Slowly, he raised his hand to caress her cheek with his knuckles.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he told her, his voice husky.
New wetness seeped out, soaking through her panties, and her pyjama shorts. Suddenly feeling unsteady, she turned to lean her back against the rails, unconsciously imitating Chat Noir’s position. Taking a deep breath, she endeavoured to maintain her balance and decorum, but Chat Noir took a step to stand in front of her.
Placing a hand on her hip, he said, ‘it’s true. You are very beautiful; any man would be lucky to have you.’
Marinette squared her shoulders. ‘No man could ever own me.’
He laughed ruefully. ‘That is true.’
A heavy silence fell. Chat Noir still stood before her, one hand on the rails by her side, the other on her hip, his thumb running mindless circles against her skin. His eyes flicked from her lips, to her breasts, to her crotch, and back again, unmitigated want in his expression.
Marinette released a breath, and spread her feet just a little.
Chat Noir then looked her in the eyes, and licked his lips.
‘Can I kiss you?’ he asked.
She only nodded once before he surged forward, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against his body. His lips met hers firmly, an instant before he slipped his tongue in her mouth. Marinette melted against him, returning his sloppy, desperate kisses, as her hands roamed up and down his back.
In one fluid movement, Chat Noir grasped her backside, and lifted her up, before spinning around to pin her against the wall. She ground against his leg supporting her weight, her fluids flowing, while he shamelessly groped her breasts.
When he began trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck, Marinette tangled her fingers in his hair and panted for breath. He tore her tank top open to suck on her breasts, leaving dark bruises, and rigid nipples. She arched her back, encouraging him to continue.
He kissed and licked his way back up, then adjusted her weight until he could grind against her. Marinette moaned at the feel of him pressing into her sodden crotch, and tilted her hips forward. He growled in her ear as they dry humped, his claws digging into her arse and kneading her supple flesh.
Marinette licked his throat, her breath coming in open-mouthed, vocalised pants. He snarled, and lowered her to her feet as he kissed, licked, and nipped down the length of her body. Once he knelt at her feet, he ripped her shorts and panties to shreds, before burying his face in her pussy.
She gasped, then moaned as his tongue laved her sensitive nub. Chat Noir sucked her flushed folds greedily, slurping obscenely and swirling his tongue around her clit until she could no longer stand upright.
Legs trembling, she sank to the balcony floor, one hand over her mouth to stifle her louder groans of pleasure. She sat between Chat Noir’s knees, her legs splayed to either side of him, her clothes torn to expose her wet, quivering body. Liquid pooled underneath her, tickling her oversensitive nub, and sending her into spasmodic twitches.
Before her, Chat Noir’s erection tented his suit. She barely had time to wonder if it were painful, before he was bodily turning her around.
‘On your hands and knees, Princess,’ he growled.
She couldn’t resist his husky, sex-raw voice. Marinette crawled around until she was parallel to the balcony doors, while Chat Noir shuffled into position behind her. There was a bright flash, then a bare hand firmly stroked her pussy from the heel of his palm, to his fingertips.
‘You’re soaking wet.’ His gravelly voice sounded hungry.
Marinette lowered herself down to her elbows, and rested her head on her arms, while she spread her legs wider. Taking the invitation, he slipped his fingers inside and pumped them, accompanied by a vulgar squelch.
Marinette mewled as he rubbed her off with his other hand. When she started quivering again, he withdrew his hands, and pressed his cock against her pussy, stroking it against her gulping sex almost tenderly. She whimpered her need, before he pulled back, and thrust into her, hard and fast.
He braced himself, his bare arms on either side of Marinette's head as he rutted. It was all she could see of him, but the knowledge that he was fucking her, naked, after tearing her clothes off titillated her.
The pleasant heat in her belly spread, and the tingling in her pussy intensified. She rocked with his every thrust, flesh meeting flesh with a slap, and sending her breasts swaying. His shaft, thick and slippery, slid in and out easily as it twitched and throbbed. Deep inside her, he struck her sweet spot.
She threw her head back and cried out a long, debauched wail. Behind her, still pounding relentlessly, Chat Noir swore. Marinette moaned and rolled her hips, her legs closing in on him until he rubbed against her sweaty thighs.
Her climax was rapidly building. The tight coil in her belly wound tighter still with every slap and stroke. She came hard and fast, screaming through her orgasm, as Chat Noir kept on fucking her. He had to grasp her hips to keep her in place, swearing as she squirted around his shaft as he plunged deeper inside her.
His rhythm soon became unsteady, soon yelling out his own completion. She felt his cock throb repeatedly, still rutting through his finish, until he stilled. He relaxed slowly, then pulled out, their mixed fluids rushing out after in a thick stream.
Marinette whined as it trickled over her sensitive skin. Chat Noir dipped his fingers inside her gaping entrance, exhaling slowly.
‘Beautiful,’ he murmured as he stroked her inner walls.
Marinette whimpered. ‘Please.’
He withdrew his hand slowly, then called for his transformation. He walked on his knees until he was in front of her, then raised her head with two fingers under her chin.
‘We should do this again sometime.’
She could only nod as he rose, and vaulted into the night.

A week had passed since Chat Noir had sought release with Marinette, and already his heat was building up to intolerable levels. Unfortunately, he was kept too busy with work or akumas to visit her again, and when he did, she wasn’t home.
He groaned miserably, and was about to head home, when an explosion sounded in the distance. His groan turned into a pained whine of frustration as he turned around and headed toward the commotion.
Ladybug was already there when he arrived. She stood atop a neighbouring building and surveyed the damage, while looking for a weak point.
‘Good evening, Milady. You look as beautiful as ever,’ he greeted her.
Her eyes darted towards him, with an indecipherable expression on her face.
‘Uh-huh. Now, get you head in the game. We have a job to do.’
Stung by her frigid tone, Chat Noir followed her meekly into battle.
It was a tough one. The akuma was strong and unforgiving, with thick arms and a dangerous swing. Forgetting her earlier frostiness, Chat Noir dove in front of Ladybug just as the akuma was about to deliver a punishing blow. It struck his upraised arm, sending shockwaves throughout his body, and made his bones creak. Behind him, Ladybug screamed.
With newfound strength, Ladybug got to her feet. She defeated the akuma with swift savagery, before turning on him with furious eyes.
‘What the hell were you thinking?’ she shrieked.
Chat Noir was flexing his newly-restored arm. ‘Huh?’
‘You deliberately intercepted that blow. Has your heat completely addled your senses?’
He paused to stare at her. ‘You know it’s the Cat’s job to protect the Bug, and what does my heat have to do with anything?’
‘Since it’s affecting your job, I’d say it’s pretty damned relevant.’
‘It wasn’t. I was simply doing what I was supposed to.’
‘Oh, and I suppose you were meant to fuck Marinette on her balcony, too.’
Chat Noir froze. ‘How do you know about that?’
‘I saw.’
His eyes widened in shock.
‘I mean,’ Ladybug hastily corrected, ‘I saw her. I saw Marinette talking to a friend about screwing you.’ She crossed her arms and turned away from him, her nose in the air.
Chat Noir frowned at her. ‘Let’s take this somewhere private.’
He led her to a nondescript rooftop in the vacated warehouse district. There he put his hands on his hips and scowled. ‘What is up with you? It’s none of your business who I choose to sleep with.’
‘Well, it becomes my business when you do it for all the world to see.’
‘Marinette's balcony wall is solid concrete; there’s no way anyone saw. Furthermore, she’s not the type to gossip about her conquests, so how did you really find out?’
She stammered for a moment, then scowled fiercely back at him. ‘Since you seem determined to flirt with both of us, I have to question your true motivations. Are you serious about her? Were you ever serious about me? Are women all just interchangeable to you?’
Suddenly, the reason for her ire was clear. ‘You’re jealous.’
She stiffened. ‘Am not. You’re the one who’s been flirting with me for the last several years, saying we belong together. Yet now you have a bit on the side, so I have reason to be dubious about your sincerity.’
‘Ladybug, that’s the very definition of jealousy.’
‘No, it isn’t.’
He opened his mouth to argue, his hands held out helplessly as he searched for the words, but all that came out was inarticulate stammering.
Ladybug ploughed on. ‘Then there’s today. What the hell were you thinking, being so reckless? Is your heat driving you mad, or something?’
‘Why are you bringing up my heat again?’ he cried. ‘You’re giving me the impression that you want me to fuck you.’
‘If I were to let you fuck me, would you leave Marinette?’
‘We were never together. It was a one-time thing, and it was completely mutual and consenting.’
Ladybug thought that over, her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, and her foot tapping. Finally, she strode toward him, grasped his bell, and yanked him down. Once his face was level with hers, she kissed him with a need he hadn’t realised was there.
‘I’m going to make you forget all about her,’ she vowed.
Before he could reply, Ladybug whipped out her yoyo, and bound his hands behind his back.
‘You’re not to touch me,’ she instructed him.
Immediately, all of his blood rushed south. At a single touch on his shoulder, Chat Noir knelt at her feet, his eyes level with her crotch. It was obscene how her suit clung to every curve and crevice, clearly outlining every detail of her pussy. He gulped, his suit quickly becoming uncomfortably tight.
Ladybug stepped closer, and hooked her leg over his shoulder, pushing her sex in his face.
‘Kiss me,’ she ordered.
He obeyed with enthusiasm. He licked and sucked as she moaned through a sigh above him.
Chat Noir tongued her clit as she stroked his hair, murmuring little sounds of approval punctuated by tiny gasps.
She pulled back after a few minutes, taking her leg from his shoulder, and her cunt away from his lips. She crouched down to look him in the eyes, her brow furrowed.
‘You’ve gotten my suit all wet,’ she complained. ‘I’m going to have to punish you for that, and for being so reckless during that battle earlier. You really scare me when you do that, you know?’
‘Sorry, Milady.’
She smirked. ‘Oh, you will be. Now, close your eyes and detransform.’
He started, but settled when Ladybug closed her own eyes. He shut his, and counted down with her.
He sat naked on that exposed rooftop. He had been jerking off in the shower before he’d began his nightly run, and would inevitably be in the shower again once he got home.
Bare hands rested on his shoulders, then gently urged him to lay back. He felt Ladybug clamber over him, until she straddled his thighs, noting with interest she had no clothes on either.
Before he could speak, Ladybug ran her hands down his arms, to grab his wrists. She raised them above his head, and held them down firmly.
‘These stay here,’ she instructed.
‘Yes, Milady.’
She stroked his cheek. ‘Good boy.’
Resting her weight over his crotch, she glided over his cock, humping until he was coated in her juices.
‘Feel how wet you make me?’ she panted.
‘So wet,’ he agreed.
He struggled to keep his hands where they were, as Ladybug continued to tease him. She ran her hands over his shoulders, and pecs, tweaking his nipples as she passed, before caressing his belly and legs.
He felt his cock swell and twitch. Grunting, he tried to keep his hips still, but her pussy sliding up and down his shaft felt too good. The slick noises turned him on almost as much as her hot, plush lips.
‘Such a good boy,’ crooned Ladybug. ‘Good boy, with your nice, big dick.’
She leaned down and planted sloppy kisses over his chest, up his throat, and along his jaw, until she found his lips. Still rocking against him, she slid her tongue into his mouth and licked every surface she could reach. He felt saliva gather and escape, to run down his cheek in a glistening trail.
She hummed as her hips stuttered. ‘You feel too good. I need you inside me, now.’
Rising to her knees, she grabbed his cock, and guided it to her entrance. She squelched as he entered her, her own fluid squirting over his belly as she sank over him.
They moaned simultaneously. Then, she began to bounce. Adrien let his head flop back, and forgot her instructions to hold still. He groped up her legs, hips, and waist until he found her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples until they hardened. Rather than scold him, Ladybug placed her hands over his and encouraged him to squeeze harder.
Her arse met his pelvis with a clap, then she transitioned into an undulating glide. Ladybug moaned louder, her clit rubbing against him, and producing more wetness.
‘Oh, God. Fuck,’ he gasped. Unable to help himself, he thrust upward.
Ladybug cried out. ‘Yes, yes. Fuck me, Kitty.’
‘As Milady commands.’
Keeping his eyes shut, he rolled them both over until he was on top, and Ladybug lay on her side. Lifting her leg, he straddled the other, and thrust.
Ladybug keened. ‘So deep. Oh god, don’t stop.’
Feeling his way down, Chat Noir found her clit, and rubbed her off. Ladybug responded immediately, bucking and jerking as her cries grew louder. Her inner walls contracted, and released spasmodically, making him cry out in turn.
Fucking Ladybug, finally fucking her was glorious. Her hot, wanting flesh yielded willingly to his touch. She was wet enough to drown in, and still more liquid came; he could feel it coat his shaft and slick his own skin.
Deprived of sight, the physical sensations felt more acute. Every thrust was transcendent, every contour of her pussy standing out in stark relief, inside and out.
He opened his eyes.
Marinette lay sprawled under him, her eyes closed, flesh bouncing with his movements, her face a vision of ecstasy. Her mouth was open, and drooling as she panted for breath, her cheeks were bright red, and she held the ridges of the rooftop to keep herself anchored. Her left leg bobbed in place on his shoulder, while the other shuddered below him, but he couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to.
Her earlier jealousy made less sense now, but at least he knew the reason why her pussy smelled so familiar. Redoubling his efforts, he slammed into her, determined to make her scream.
She wailed wantonly and began to writhe. Chat Noir had to roll her onto her belly, and drag her hips into his lap as he continued to fuck her from behind.
He watched the copious amount of fluid build up and drip, to pour in a steady, thick stream over his thighs and balls, before falling to the rooftop. Reaching under her, he resumed rubbing Marinette’s plump, flushed pussy.
His cock felt hot and painfully hard, but he knew his release was coming, he just had to get Marinette over the line first. With the hand not currently engaged in stimulating her clit, he rubbed her arse, then inserted his thumb in her hole, and held on tight. Marinette's keening wails turned throaty as he wriggled the digit inside her.
Marinette bucked wildly and screamed, her back bowing and arching as her climax took over. He fucked her through her orgasm, then remained deep inside her as his own finish swept him along.
He came hard, his cum shooting out with unexpected force. He filled Marinette’s pussy, and was still going as he pulled out. More splattered over her arse, back, and hair until he finally softened.
Marinette had slumped to the rooftop, exhausted. He draped himself over her, his cock comfortably nestled between her sweaty buttocks.
‘I opened my eyes,’ he confessed drunkenly.
She tsked. ‘I’m going to have to punish you for that.’
‘I look forward to it,’ he replied, kissing her ear.
‘Guess I should get better at that domme thing, huh.’
‘Well, practice makes perfect.’
‘It does indeed.’
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