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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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A whole week passed quietly. There were no major crimes, Papillon was still keeping his head down, and Marinette didn't get any more strange calls or gifts from her mysterious admirer. The quietude, however, did not extend to the workplace.
Adrien's mornings began at five, then he worked until two when he had a brief lunch break. He often had lunch with Marinette, catching up with her as often as he could, before he was called back. His days didn't finish until nine-thirty, by which time he was exhausted and starving.
Most nights Adrien went straight home, taking the quickest routes over the rooftops as Chat Noir. He didn't see Ladybug on his journeys home, but supposed it was probably for the best. He was too tired to be a decent conversationalist, and his feelings for her were still at the forefront of his mind. As much as he'd tried to focus on Marinette, his love for Ladybug had refused to die.
What kind of an arsehole am I? he asked himself.
It was Friday night, and he was sitting high up on the Eiffel Tower, concealed in the shadows between intersecting beams. The wind was stronger so high up, and cooler as well. Summer was well underway, and even the nights felt muggy. Chat Noir heaved a sigh, partially so he could feel like he was breathing air instead of soup, and because he felt terrible for harbouring feelings for two women at once.
'That's a glum expression, Kitty. Something on your mind?' Ladybug sat beside him, laying a consoling hand on his arm.
He turned to her with a forced smile. 'Just work, Milady. It's been a tough slog.'
She eyed him critically. 'You do look tired. Are you sleeping enough?'
'Obviously not, if I look tired,' he grinned.
Ladybug grimaced. 'Go home and get some sleep, maybe pick up something to eat on the way.'
'Yeah, can you imagine? Chat Noir just walking into a burger joint, and ordering a combo meal. The media would have a field day.'
She made a face at him. 'Obviously you'd detransform, first. Now go on, get.' She shoved his shoulder.
Chat Noir got to his feet with a grunt. 'I'll take the long route. Before you argue, there's a great Mexican place that is completely out of my way. I'll pick up something to eat there. Plagg loves their quesadillas. See you around?'
Ladybug stood up as well. 'I feel like we hardly ever see each other these days. But yeah, I'll see you around. Take care of yourself, Chat Noir.'
'You too, Ladybug.'
He gave her a final salute, then pogoed away, the wind whipping his hair into his eyes. It had gotten long enough to reach his shoulders, something Gabriel had disapproved of. But the photographers, and his fans, loved the roguish look. He kept it tied away from his face in a low ponytail, but stray strands were constantly escaping their binds. He tossed his head, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
He detransformed in an alley behind the Mexican place, bought dinner for Plagg and himself, then hid in the alley to transform back. He leapt up to the rooftops and continued on his way home.
He saw Marinette standing on her balcony as he went by. Making a last minute change of plans, he dropped his food off on his own balcony before doubling back.
'Good evening, Princess,' he purred, as he landed on the side railing.
To her credit, Marinette didn't even flinch. She turned to him with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling like she had a secret. 'Hello, Chat Noir.'
He stepped down, and approached her with an upraised hand to stroke her cheek with the backs of his fingers. 'How have you been? I'm sorry I haven't been around much this week.'
'I'm fine, and I understand you have a life outside of your superheroing. You don't have to apologise for that.'
'I always knew you were a smart, understanding, and compassionate woman.' Unable to resist any longer, he kissed her tenderly.
She responded in kind, her arms winding around his middle.
His kisses turned languid, his right hand still lightly caressing her face, while his left cradled her hip.
Marinette nipped his lip, then pulled away. 'You're tired.'
Resting his head against hers, he let out a deep breath. 'Maybe a little.'
'Go and get some sleep. You can ravish me some other time.'
He smirked devilishly. 'Is that a promise?'
'You're the one who ought to be promising me, Monsieur. I'm always here, waiting and pining away, while you're off galivanting about the city.'
'Oh, my dear grieved Princess. How I have wronged you. I solemnly swear that I will make it up to you.'
'You'd better. Good night, Chaton.'
He picked up her hand to kiss her knuckles, then darted in for one last kiss on the lips. 'Sweet dreams, Marinette.'
He then leapt up to the roof with a last, wistful look back. On the stoop, Luka was staring up at him with wide eyes, his bag dropped at his feet.
Yeah, take that, you creep, he thought. I've won, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Feeling immensely smug, he went home to feed Plagg.

Adrien took some time the following evening to catch up with Gabriel. He had spoken to him while they were at work, but Adrien had not visited his father at home at all since he had moved out. He jabbed his code into the keypad by the gate and let himself in.
The front door swung open as he approached, and Nathalie stepped out after finishing for the day.
'Hello, Adrien. It's nice to see you,' she greeted him.
He nodded. 'It's been too long. How are you?'
'I'm well, thank you. How are you finding living on your own?'
Adrien shrugged. 'It has its challenges, mostly around cooking and cleaning, but other than that, it's pretty good. Is Father in?'
'Yes, he's in the dining room.'
Adrien lowered his voice, conspiratorially. 'What kind of mood is he in?'
'Irascible, as always,' she replied, rolling her eyes.
With a laugh, Adrien patted her shoulder. 'You deserve hazard pay.'
'Try telling him that,' she tipped her head in the direction of the dining room.
Adrien nodded. 'I'll see what I can do.'
'Thank you. It was nice seeing you outside of work, you should come by more often; Gabriel would like that.'
'I'll try. Take care, Nathalie.'
'Goodbye, Adrien.'
He watched until she rounded the corner, then went inside. As Nathalie had said, Gabriel was sitting at the dining table, tablet in hand as he checked his stocks.
Adrien stood in the doorway and cleared his throat.
'You may sit down, Adrien. Despite your current residential situation, this is still your home.' Gabriel didn't look up from his tablet.
Suppressing a sigh, Adrien took his former seat and waited until Gabriel had finished perusing his device.
Finally, Gabriel put the tablet down to regard Adrien with a solemn expression. 'To what do I owe the pleasure of the prodigal son's return?'
Adrien slumped in his seat with an exaggerated eye roll. 'I thought you just said this was still my home.'
'I'm glad to hear that your ears and short-term memory are still intact. It wouldn't kill you to visit more often, would it?'
'I see you've become quite adept at wielding the old parental guilt trip, Father. Have you ever heard the expression "better late than never?"'
Gabriel gave him a flat stare. 'Is there a reason you're here now? Do you need money already?'
Adrien reared back, hands up as his eyes bulged. 'No, I just wanted to visit. I don't have any ulterior motives, I swear.'
'So you're not here for money, or legal advice? I'm surprised.'
'Legal advice? What kind of life do you think I'm living? I just came to see you. Geez, you're getting paranoid in your old age.'
Gabriel scowled at him. 'I am not that old.'
Adrien rubbed his eyes, bracing for a long and difficult visit.

Chat Noir raced across the city, running off his frustration. Gabriel had been stubborn and indignant the whole evening, reminding him pointedly why he'd wanted to move out in the first place. His own temper had flared to match, leaving him feeling recalcitrant, even though it had been some hours since he had departed.
He ran by his apartment building to see Marinette standing on her balcony, her phone in hand as she talked with someone. She looked up to see him watching her, wetting her lips before interrupting the person on the other end to hang up and wave him over.
He leapt forward eagerly, landing on her rail before slithering down to stand close in front of her. He retracted his claws and grasped her face with both hands, cradling her cheeks in his palms for a moment before he kissed her with an intensity he had never felt before.
Marinette squeaked in surprise, grabbing his shoulders to keep her balance.
Chat Noir kept kissing her as he lifted her up, his hands under her arse, to carry her inside. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, as her arms wound around his head to tug his hood down. She buried her fingers in his hair as she tried to keep up with his fiery kisses.
Instead of sitting on the couch as he'd done before, Chat Noir went into her bedroom to ease Marinette onto the mattress. She slid down the length of his body, her lips bright and plump as she looked up at him.
He regarded her for a moment. She was kneeling where he had put her, wearing an old, threadbare t-shirt, her hardened nipples showing through the thin fabric. With a low growl, he gripped the neck and tore the shirt from collar to hem, exposing her pale, naked skin as he stripped her.
Marinette gasped in surprise, but flowed with him as he pushed her back to recline on the pillows. Chat Noir hovered over her, his knee pressing firmly into her crotch, as they stared at each other. She then pulled him down on top of her, winding her arms around his neck as he kissed her again.
He demanded her attention in the way he kissed and touched her. He felt an urgency unlike anything he had experienced before. Then, Marinette yanked sharply on his hair, pulling him away from her. They both sucked in desperately needed breaths, then Chat Noir was trailing open mouthed kisses down her throat, over her breasts, and down her belly.
'Where are you going?' she panted, looking down her body at him.
Instead of answering, he spared her a wink and a smirk before he placed a delicate kiss on her pubic bone. He shuffled in between her legs, forcing her to spread them wider to accommodate his shoulders. Then, he ran his tongue up the length of her pussy, holding her legs firmly apart when she instinctively tried to close them.
Marinette moaned loudly, her head falling back. 'Do that again,' she pleaded.
Something within him thrilled at the sound of her begging. He placed sloppy kisses up the insides of her thighs, teased her clit with his tongue, and kissed her moist lips with a tenderness that was almost chaste, were it not for the location.
Marinette grunted and whined, displeased with his teasing.
'Beg me,' he ordered.
She looked at him, shock clear on her face. 'What?'
'Beg me,' he repeated. 'Beg for what you want.'
Marinette's face went from flushed to blazing. She squeaked and stammered, but said nothing coherent. Chat Noir waited, circling his tongue lazily around her clit without applying enough pressure to stimulate her.
'Please,' she breathed. 'Please do that again. I'm begging you.'
Chat Noir hummed and closed his eyes before pressing his tongue into her again. He licked a long, deliberate swathe, giving her clit a sharp suck when he reached it. Marinette's responding moan was delicious. He continued to eat her out, while he slowly pushed in a finger and curled it inside her. A purr rumbled out of his throat as she sighed.
Marinette's hips rolled, her juices spilling. Chat Noir lapped it up, using his tongue to spread the moisture over her clit and lips.
She had thrown her head back, another moan escaping her as she clutched the sheets. Chat Noir introduced a second finger, sliding it in without resistance. He sighed, his breath fanning over her skin and making her shudder.
He pumped his fingers slowly, as he lazily kissed her pussy. Marinette's legs curled up, her feet landing high on his back. Chat Noir snaked his left hand under her buttocks to hold her hips still while he worked.
'Chat,' she whined, her head still on the pillows. 'I need you.'
'Whatever my Princess desires,' he replied, his voice gravelly with lust and distorted by his purr.
He climbed back up her body, leaving wet kisses and licking up beads of sweat as he went. He left hickeys on her tits and neck as he ground into her, his hands caressing her arms to hold her hands above her head.
'Partial Detransformation,' he said, voice hoarse.
In a flash, he was covered from the backs of his hands to his biceps, and from the tops of his feet to his thighs. Apart from his mask, belt, and ears, the rest of him was bare. He moaned when his stiff and aching cock rubbed against her skin, finally free of his suit and standing at full attention. Pre-cum had already gathered at the tip, leaving a wet trail over Marinette's belly.
She hummed wantonly as her hips lifted from the bed to press into him. He growled in response and pushed back, biting lightly where her neck met her shoulder. He licked and sucked on the spot, half apology and half branding her as his.
Chat Noir trailed one hand down until he could rub her clit. Her pussy was soaking with a combination of his saliva and her own fluids.
'Fuck,' he groaned.
'Please,' Marinette responded, opening her legs to an obscene degree.
He lined up with her dripping pussy and eased himself in, letting out a wordless moan. Marinette arched her back, gasping for breath, her free hand grabbing his shoulder, her nails gouging his flesh. Chat Noir gritted his teeth and pushed in all the way, pausing to rest on top of her while her muscles shifted around him. He kissed her neck and jaw as she adjusted to his girth. Finally she nodded.
With a low hum he moved back, withdrawing, before he pushed forward again. He kept his rhythm slow and tender, until Marinette pulled his hair.
'Harder, faster,' she told him.
With a savage grin, he sped up until the were bouncing off the bed with the force of his thrusts. Marinette grew louder and louder, with her mouth hanging open and her eyes squeezed shut.
Their bodies came together with a wet squelch and separated with a vulgar sucking noise. Chat Noir loved the obscenity of it all, it aroused him in ways he never thought it would. This was more than just sex; it was dominance and submission, ownership for both parties, a meeting of the flesh that transcended typical relationships. This felt right as no other intimate partner had felt before.
Marinette was shouting now, wordless screams that would no doubt be heard throughout the building. Her legs had wrapped around him, and both her hands were entwined in his hair. Chat Noir pressed into her body, lining up with her from shoulder to hips. He slid against her skin as he rutted, their combined sweat making her slick and slippery.
Marinette bucked, her limbs tightening, as she approached her end. Her spine undulated, and her hips writhed, her tits pressing against his chest. He slid his hand beneath her, down to her arse crack to toy with her hole. Their combined fluids flowed, lubricating her already eager body.
Her writhing increased as he fingered her from behind, the squishing noises increasing with the added activity.
Suddenly, Marinette spasmed, her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She cried out, her hands clenching, then relaxing.
Chat Noir pulled out slowly, their fluids following his exit in a rush. His cock still throbbed, bobbing in the comparatively cool air.
Marinette was flushed, the very image of debauchery with her legs fallen open, her juices spilling on the covers, and patterned in hickeys as she lay there, panting.
He couldn't leave her be. He caressed her over-sensitive pussy with his fingers, pushing two in when she shuddered. He pumped them languidly as he watched her face. She was breathing deeply, her eyes half closed, and cheeks crimson. Sweat glued her hair to her face, and clung to her neck in tendrils. He kept his fingers inside her as he hovered over her, then he began licking her throat, and nibbling her breasts.
Marinette moaned a helpless little mewl, drawn out and pleading.
'Oh no, I'm not done with you yet,' Chat Noir purred in her ear.
He withdrew his fingers and settled his hips comfortably between her legs, his cock still erect and pressing into her damp pussy. He rested his full weight on her, then in a single fluid movement, rolled over until she was on top.
Marinette gasped, then sat up to straddle his waist with wide eyes. Chat Noir hummed at the feeling of her wet folds against his belly.
He stared up at her, smirking, as he stroked her thighs and arse. Marinette wiggled when his strokes turned to light, tickling caresses and flinched when his finger nudged her hole. He circled it there, watching her avidly.
Marinette bit her lip, then guided his hands up to her breasts. She pressed his hands into her soft flesh as she shuffled back until his cock was standing between them. Then, she took hold of it and massaged the tip with one hand while she pumped the shaft with the other. He was still slick with her juices, and under her ministrations, cum dribbled from the tip.
Her lip still caught between her teeth, Marinette rose up on her knees and positioned the head at her opening, then slowly lowered herself. They both moaned as he slid inside.
Marinette rocked gently back and forth, her hands splayed on his chest for balance. Chat Noir grabbed her hips and thrust up, taking control. Marinette yelped before holding his shoulders, her head bowed as she tried to keep pace.
Chat Noir chuckled, his pelvis meeting her body with a slap. Marinette met his eyes briefly, then lowered her head again as a moan tore out of her. She slumped against his chest, gasping for breath.
Taking pity on her, Chat Noir hoisted himself up until he was mostly sitting upright. It was then he noticed, beyond the foot of the bed, Luka standing in the doorway.
Chat Noir raised an eyebrow. 'Looks like we have a visitor, Princess.'
Marinette stilled to look over her shoulder. A deep blush began at the tips of her ears and flowed all the way down to the swell of her breasts. 'Luka, how long have you been there?' she gasped.
'Quite a while, judging by the tent in his jeans,' Chat Noir observed, with a mean snicker.
Luka gulped, his eyes wide. 'I heard Marinette screaming. I thought she might've been in trouble.'
Marinette was attempting to cover her chest with her hands. 'How did you even get in here?'
Pointing a thumb over his shoulder, Luka said, 'the door was unlocked.'
Chat Noir pulled Marinette against him, staring at Luka with a challenging smirk. 'Well, since you're here, would you care to join us?' he asked, spreading Marinette's arse cheeks in invitation.
Marinette drew in a breath, but didn't protest.
Luka stared at her arse, then at Chat Noir. 'Sure, I'd like that.'
Despite himself, Chat Noir was impressed; he didn't think he'd accept. 'What do you think, Princess, can you go another round for a threesome?'
Marinette rested her head against his collarbone and nodded.
Chat Noir turned back to Luka. 'I guess that means you're in, Cowboy.'
Luka drew in a deep breath, and quickly shucked his clothes. Chat Noir appraised him as he approached the foot of the bed.
Boy's got nothing on me, he thought smugly.
The bed dipped under Luka's weight, but before he could position himself, Marinette pointed to her bedside table. He lifted an eyebrow, but leaned over to pull out the top drawer. Inside was a bottle of lube. Luka drizzled a generous amount over her rear, then massaged her arse. She squeaked when his thumbs skimmed over her anus.
Luka lined himself up and pushed in slowly. All three of them moaned. Chat Noir matched his rhythm to Luka's, holding on to Marinette's waist while Luka reached forward to grip the bedhead.
Soon, Marinette was writhing between them. The air filled with slick noises and their voices as they grunted and moaned. Feeling bold and teasing, Chat Noir stretched his arms out to hold Luka's hips, guiding his motions. Luka sagged forward, pressing against Marinette's back and pushing her into Chat Noir.
Marinette's hums became desperate and needy. Her hips twitched, but encountered new sensations whichever way she went. She dug her nails into Chat Noir's shoulders, and tried to smother her cries in his neck. He was still thrusting up into her, gaining speed and preventing her from staying still enough to stifle the noises she made.
Chat Noir growled and sped up, forcing Luka to increase his pace as well. They fell out of rhythm when Marinette bucked, her cries loud and wanton.
Chat Noir felt the familiar tension building, far more intense than he'd ever experienced before. His cock throbbed and tingled, hot and in need of release.
Marinette's spine jerked back, but her hips had no room to move. Luka pushed in harder and faster, his face sweaty and scrunched up in concentration. Marinette reached back to hold his hair with one hand, keeping his face between her shoulder and neck. Luka began licking and sucking on her skin, bringing one hand back to grope her breast.
Chat Noir was torn between raging possessiveness and arousal at the erotic picture they made while riding him. He grunted and leaned against the headboard, his hands on Marinette's hips as he watched her other breast bounce. Her tits were not large, but they were round and pert, and fit snugly in his hands.
Marinette shuddered, then convulsed. She bucked wildly as she threw her head back and wailed. A rush of her juices flowed to spill down his cock, and drip over his balls. Determined not to finish before Luka, Chat Noir grit his teeth and kept fucking her, thrusting up harder and faster.
With a wet squish and a strangled cry, Luka finished. He draped himself over Marinette's back and pulled out, shooting cum over her arse. Marinette shouted, her hips and legs quivering as her back bowed, her tits pushing into Chat Noir's chest. Her nipples dragged across his skin as he continued to pump. Her breathing was ragged, and her voice was hoarse, but Chat Noir kept going.
His cock was aching and hot, the tight coil within him almost ready to spring. Then, Marinette had her third orgasm of the night. She pulled his head in, kissing him passionately as she rode out the waves, then let him go to whimper helplessly into his chest.
Finally, Chat Noir finished deep inside her, shouting as the tension released. Marinette threw herself sideways, Chat Noir turning with her to prevent them from hurting themselves.
The three of them lay, spent, on top of the bedding as they gasped for breath in a tangle of sweaty limbs and bodily fluids. Marinette was the filthiest, cum shot up her back and over her belly and thighs. Chat Noir had never thought she looked so beautiful.
After a while, Luka sat up. 'I have to go. I'm sorry I can't stay and help clean up, but I have things I need to prepare for.'
Chat Noir waved him off, but didn't bother to speak.
Luka gathered his clothes and left, closing the apartment door behind him.
Chat Noir caressed Marinette's face, before leaning in to kiss her again. She hummed, low and satisfied, as she melted into his touch. His hand drifted over her slick and sticky skin, tickling her sensitive areas before circling back. He kissed down her jaw and neck, down to her breasts to suck on her nipples and leave more hickeys on her pale skin.
She ran her fingers through his hair with a sleepy hum. 'I don't have the energy to go again,' she murmured.
He chuckled. 'I know. How about a shower? I'll wash your back.'
She hummed an agreeing note, so he scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. He placed her under the showerhead and scrubbed every inch of her. She flinched when he wiped her pussy with a washcloth, but didn't scold him when he leered up at her. After he was done, she claimed the cloth, and washed him in return.
Then he towelled her dry and carried her back to her room. Her top cover was dirty, so he pulled it off, and Marinette climbed in under the remaining sheet.
'I wish you could stay,' she murmured.
He kissed her brow. 'So do I.'
'Will you sit with me until I fall asleep?'
He stroked her hair and nodded. 'Until you fall asleep.'
It didn't take long. Once her breathing evened out, Chat Noir walked out and made sure her front door was locked. He then exited by way of her balcony, and entered his apartment through his balcony door.
He went straight to bed after leaving Plagg three wheels of camembert. He was happy and relaxed, pleased he had marked Marinette as his. He had enjoyed what he considered their first real time together, but hoped that next time Luka would not be a part of it.
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