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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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Adrien struggled to suppress his laughter as Marinette flapped about him, taking his measurements and making sure the finished products fit. He had always known she had a crush on him, but it wasn't until the last two years when he realised he felt something for her, as well.
Marinette was feisty and intelligent, until he walked into the room. Then, she turned into a flustered mess. Adrien found that funny and adorable, and was something he exploited shamelessly. He liked to see her lose her cool over him, so he deliberately found ways to make her blush. Standing in her studio in only his underwear was his latest idea, and it bore glorious results. She could not look directly at him, and her face was permanently rosy, while her hands fluttered uselessly about.
'Is that too restrictive?' she asked, after he tugged on a pair of velour teal trousers.
Adrien swivelled about, examining the back in a large mirror hanging on the rear wall. 'It feels fantastic, but don't you think it's a little risqué?'
Marinette blinked up at him. 'What do you mean?' she stammered.
Adrien turned around and tilted his rear toward her. 'It doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it? Then there's the front,' he drawled, looking significantly down at his crotch.
It was true, the pants hugged every line and curve. The shape of him was clearly visible, which he indicated when he turned back to Marinette.
'We don't want to give the oldies a heart attack, do we?' he asked with a wink.
Marinette's face was a brilliant crimson, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, as she stared. 'How did I not notice that?' she wheezed.
'When you focus on the littlest pieces, you miss the bigger picture,' Adrien told her, with a smirk.
Marinette gulped and spun around. 'I'll make a bigger pair. You can change now.'
Adrien yanked the pants off and stepped into the dressing room with a quiet chuckle. He pulled his jeans back on, but draped his button-up shirt over his shoulders, leaving it open. However, prudence forced him to put his shoes back on. Too many pins had been left laying around, and simply waited to be found by an unsuspecting bare foot.
He re-entered the studio to see Marinette hunched over her desk, muttering to herself as she cut new, bigger, panels to sew. The first pair of pants lay across the table beside her, folded in half and forgotten. Adrien came up behind her to look over her shoulder, standing so close his chest touched her back. Marinette stilled immediately, her ears pink.
'You work fast,' Adrien observed.
'Practice,' she replied, quickly.
Adrien hummed before standing up straight, Marinette visibly relaxing as he did. He continued to watch as she went back to work, but his mind had wondered to the previous night. Marinette had looked stunning in the moonlight, her skin glistening, and her breasts heaving.
Adrien rubbed his crotch absently as he thought, a warm tingle beginning to heat up his cock. Marinette really was a beautiful woman, and she thought he was equally as good looking. He swallowed, heavily, as he gazed at the back of her head.
He could imagine her delicate hands trailing over his skin, and skilfully tickling his most sensitive areas. He could almost feel her lips pressed against his, as she opened her mouth for him.
The heat in his pants increased, his cock semi erect already.
That didn't take much, he thought, equal parts pleased and chagrined.
Half of him hoped Marinette would keep her back to him, and remain oblivious. The other half wanted to lift her onto the table and fuck her from behind until she screamed.
The door to the studio slammed open as the head designer barged in. A fussy little man, Mathéo Benoit had short, spiky, platinum blond hair, a pinched face, and wore an aggressively purple three piece suit. 'Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng, why is the teal suit only now being cut? It should be ready to go by now. What's the delay?'
Marinette's face had turned grey as she stood to face him. Mathéo barely came up to her nose, but he had enough presence, and authority, to cow anyone.
'I had finished the trousers already, but they were a little too snug.'
'You finished the trousers,' Mathéo repeated, flatly. 'What about the rest of the suit?'
Marinette flushed, her complexion almost returning to normal. 'Oh, it's over there, ready to go,' she replied, nodding toward a garment bag hanging on the wall by her table.
Mathéo unzipped the bag, and closely inspected the contents. 'Good job. Now, what was that about the pants?'
Marinette's hands fluttered about uselessly, as she tried to explain. 'Well, you see, they weren't fitted properly. I had to make a new pair, but it won't take long, I promise.'
'I complained that the pants were too snug,' Adrien interjected, smoothly. 'Her measurements were correct at the time of production, but I seem to have gotten fat,' he elaborated, with a self-deprecating smile.
Mathéo eyed him, critically. 'The pants were supposed to be snug. Put them on, I would like to see for myself.'
Adrien shrugged, kicked off his shoes, and yanked his jeans off. Marinette spun around, her face blazing. Adrien smirked as he accepted the pants Mathéo held out to him.
Adrien tugged the pants up and fastened them, grateful his semi had subsided in the time Mathéo had been talking.
Mathéo circled him, curling the index finger of one hand over his chin, as he rested his elbow on his free hand. 'I don't see a problem.'
Adrien cocked an eyebrow. 'You don't think they're a little too revealing?' he asked, indicating his crotch with both hands.
Mathéo harrumphed. 'That's fashion, dear boy. My decision is made. We're using these. Excellent work, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng.'
'Thank you, Sir,' Marinette mumbled, bowing as Mathéo left.
He wiggled his fingers over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind him.
Marinette collapsed back into her seat with a despairing moan.
Adrien went over to the mirror, inspecting himself as he ran his hands down his hips. 'You know, I think I like the fit.'
Marinette's head whipped around, her eyes wide. Her mouth worked soundlessly as her cheeks grew steadily brighter.
Adrien kept his back to her, but watched her reflection as he adjusted himself. He smirked when she licked her lips, something hot and tight growing in his chest.
'I'll just. I need some water,' Marinette said, before she bolted out of her chair.
The door closed, leaving him alone. Adrien sighed, then shucked the pants to put his jeans back on.
Perhaps that was a little too much, he mused.
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