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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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Sleep remained elusive, despite Marinette's best efforts. She called Mathéo the following morning to tell him she would be missing another day of work. He didn't even question her second consecutive absence.
'You do sound tired, Marinette. Get some sleep and come back when you're ready. You have some sick leave piled up, so I suggest you use it.'
'Yes, I will. Thanks for understanding, Mathéo.'
'Of course. Take care, Darling, and I'll see you soon.'
Marinette said her goodbyes and hung up, then unplugged her land line and turned off her mobile.
'What if someone needs to contact you?' asked Tikki with a concerned expression.
She shrugged. 'They can always come visit, or send me an email. I still have my computer and tablet going.'
Tikki nodded, but seemed unconvinced.
They remained inside all day, with the curtains drawn tight against prying eyes. Marinette listened intently to the comings and goings of their neighbours, but none of them seemed to come any closer to her door than Adrien as he went about his daily business.
Hyperaware of her surroundings, Marinette felt anxious and tense. She flinched at every slammed door, and stared at her door apprehensively whenever she heard the elevator hum in its shaft. Tikki remained close by all day, a reassuring presence by her shoulder without feeling stifling.
To keep herself busy, Marinette baked. She made three cakes and two batches of biscuits she didn't burn. Tikki gave her a congratulatory applause and a wide smile, elevating Marinette's mood fractionally. However, as the day wore on, Tikki kept glancing at the clock with a concerned frown.
'Is something wrong?' Marinette finally asked. 'Why do you keep checking the time?'
Tikki tapped the tips of her arms together in an imitation of a person wringing their hands. 'Well, you promised to talk to Luka this evening, and it's already five forty-five,' she explained.
Marinette whirled around to the nearest clock, an old analogue on her loungeroom wall.
'Holy shit, I completely forgot. What should I do?'
Tikki's wringing increased. 'You did tell him you'd talk, and you both have things you need to say to each other. I say you should go, but take me with you, just in case.'
Marinette nodded, but her stomach clenched. She kept her lips pressed together while she cleaned up the kitchen, and had a shower to rinse the flour out of her hair. Then, she fetched her purse, keys, and Tikki before venturing out into the hallway.
Deciding the stairs would be faster, Marinette walked by the elevator doors with her head lowered. She sprinted down as fast as she could, taking the steps two steps at a time - the most she could do without falling over. Then, she was outside Luka's door, knocking tentatively.
There was silence for a long moment, enough for Marinette to wonder if he was home yet, when the door creaked open.
'Oh, Marinette, you're here. Come on in,' Luka greeted her as he opened the door wider.
She nodded her acknowledgement as she moved by him, sidestepping quickly inside. 'Hi, Luka. How was your day?'
'Eh, it was a day,' he shrugged, before extending an arm toward his couch. 'Take a seat, make yourself at home.'
Marinette skirted around his stacks of things before sitting on a sofa clear of the usual debris, and setting her purse on the floor beside her feet. She suspected he had cleaned up a little in anticipation of her visit.
Luka stood beside the arm of the couch, regarding her with a small smile. 'Can I get you anything, a drink, or something to eat?'
Shaking her head, she replied, 'no thanks. I'm fine.'
He nodded and perched beside her, scratching his chin while his gaze drifted to the floor.
'How have you been?' he asked.
Marinette looked away with a noncommittal shrug. 'About the same as always.'
'Did you get that business with your mystery caller sorted out?'
She curled in on herself. 'Not as such. Did you manage to ask around about that doll?'
'I did, but no one knows anything. Is it a case of full blown stalking, or was it just someone's idea of a sick joke?'
Marinette looked up at him with a woeful expression. 'I'm pretty sure it's a proper stalker. They've gone beyond creepy, and edged into scary now.'
'Scary, how so?' Luka's eyes were wide as he stared at her.
She shrugged again. 'They've been taking pictures of me, and scratching or burning out the faces of the people who were with me at the time. I'm worried this means he'll target them, or something.'
Luka rested his elbows on his knees while he chewed on a thumbnail. 'Was one of these people Chat Noir?'
Marinette flinched violently, then peered at him with a guilty face. 'How did you know?'
'Well, there was that whole threesome we all had. Not to mention the time I saw him leave your apartment via your balcony before all that.'
'You said you wanted to talk to me about that,' Marinette reminded him, quizzically.
'Right, yes,' Luka said. He settled both hands in his lap and looked at her. 'I like you.'
She raised a brow at him. 'I like you, too.'
'No, I mean I like you. As more than a friend,' he clarified.
Marinette's eyes grew wide as realisation sank in. 'Oh.'
'I want to try and be with you,' he went on. 'I've liked you for a long time, but I never had the guts to tell you how I feel. Well, this is me telling you.'
Warmth flooded her cheeks as she looked away. 'I'm flattered, really, but I don't think this is the best time to be getting into a relationship. This stalker,' she trailed off, hoping he understood.
'You're scared,' he replied, 'but you don't have to be. Not for me, and I promise I'll protect you.'
He shuffled closer and rested a hand on her knee.
'I don't think I'm in the best headspace for a relationship, either,' Marinette told him.
His grip on her knee was firm. 'Will you at least think about it?' he asked as he leaned in close.
'I don't know, I just broke,' she was cut off when Luka took hold of her chin, raising her face until she was looking at him.
Instead of speaking, he closed the distance and kissed her.
His lips were warm and insistent, encouraging her to open her mouth. Still in shock, Marinette parted her lips automatically. Immediately, his tongue slipped in to stroke her own.
This is a mistake, her mind chided her. Nothing good will come of this, so stop before it goes too far.
Luka's hand began sliding up her leg, pausing when it reached the hem of her shorts. He drew back, looking her in the eyes to gauge her reaction.
Marinette felt slow and stupid, her overtiredness robbing her of her wits. She was also scared and hurting after her breakup with Chat Noir. But she wanted to feel a man's arms around her, she wanted to feel safe and secure.
You're Ladybug, that insistent part of her mind reminded her. You don't need a man to keep you safe, you're more than capable of doing that yourself. If anything, you should be keeping him safe.
She pushed the intrusive thoughts aside. Just because she was a superhero didn't mean she needed to carry the burden all on her own. She was allowed to turn to others for comfort when she felt overwhelmed. This was one such time.
Luka leaned in again, slower than before, to kiss her tenderly. Marinette pressed back, opening her mouth for him willingly. Wasting no time, Luka caressed her tongue with a hunger she had not expected. He urged her down until she lay on her back under him, one of his hands still on her leg, while the other toyed with her hair by her face.
Marinette's back began to ache. She pulled away with a grimace, twisting her hips so she wasn't contorting her spine to an unnatural degree. Luka drew back, then took hold of her left leg around the knee, to place her heel on the back of his sofa. Her spine now straightened out, Luka lay between her open legs and resumed kissing her.
Marinette stroked his back and shoulders, while her legs wrapped loosely around his waist. He was thinner than Chat Noir, she noted absently, more scrawny than muscular.
Luka's hand snaked under her shirt. His long fingers tickled as they travelled up her side, making her squirm. He grinned, then began kissing up her jaw and trailing the tip of his tongue up the shell of her ear. Marinette gasped softly, as she turned her head for him.
The hand under her shirt resumed its journey upward until it brushed the underside of her breast. Luka hummed appreciatively as his fingers danced lightly over her skin, feeling her nipple harden, before he placed his hand firmly on her breast and gave it a light squeeze.
Unbidden, Marinette arched into his touch.
Emboldened by her reaction, Luka withdrew to lift up the hem of her shirt. He kissed the exposed skin as he pushed the fabric up until he had exposed her flesh. He stared for a moment, licking his lips eagerly, then ran his tongue over her soft swell. Whether by accident or design, his knee pressed into her crotch at the same time. Marinette sighed, her hips rolling in an attempt to gain more friction.
With a smirk, Luka pushed his knee against her again. He watched her expressions closely, before lowering his face to her chest again. He sucked hard on her nipple, leaving a hickey which would last for days. He then repeated the action on her other breast.
Feeling heat build in her lower abdomen, Marinette grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged until he was looking at her. She then leaned up to kiss him, swiping broad lines across the inside of his mouth.
Luka responded in kind, then pulled away just long enough to yank her shirt off before he quickly shucked his own. He then sat up to hold her close in a crushing embrace while his hands roved over her back.
'I want you,' he panted in her ear, voice husky.
Marinette could only nod as he slid one hand under the waistline of her shorts to grip her backside.
Slowly, he eased her off his lap and stood up, extending a hand to help her up. There was a noticeable bulge in his jeans. Marinette licked her lips and accepted his hand. He hoisted her to her feet, and led her down the short hall to his bedroom.
Like the rest of his apartment, it was cluttered with things most people would describe as junk. Only his bed remained clear of the mess, rumpled and unmade against the far wall.
Walking backwards into the room, Luka resumed his passionate kisses while unbuttoning her shorts. Marinette shimmied out of them, then turned her attention to unfastening his fly. She pushed his pants down enough to free his growing erection, then trailed her fingertips up and down the shaft. Luka shuddered, a ragged moan escaping him.
Feeling bold, Marinette sank to her knees, lowering his pants as she went. She stroked his cock then leaned forward to place a tender kiss on the tip, before taking the head in her mouth.
Luka clenched his jaw, his fingers twisting in her hair. Slowly, he guided her movements. Marinette disliked having her hair pulled or her motions being controlled, but bore it for his sake. She breathed through her nose, and curled her tongue around his shaft, concentrating on getting him off rather than her own discomfort, and the building ache in her knees.
After an involuntarily thrust that made her cough, Marinette drew back and stood up. Luka caressed her cheek in a silent apology, then held her close to kiss her shoulder and neck while kneading her rear.
Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him from chest to pelvis. Luka moaned, his hips jerking forward. He took a step back, holding her by the hips, then turned her toward the bed and gave her a light push.
Taking the hint, Marinette crawled onto the bed, swaying her hips in invitation. Luka followed closely. He knelt between her feet behind her, rubbing one hand down her back while the other stroked her pussy through her panties.
'Fuck, you're wet,' Luka observed in a hoarse voice.
Humming in agreement, she tilted her rear upward. Luka pushed her panties aside to run a finger between her folds.
'So fucking wet,' he murmured as he slid a finger inside. When he was met with no resistance, he slicked a second digit with her moisture and added it to the first. He pumped them slowly, curling them inside her after he sank in up to the knuckles.
The warmth in Marinette's belly was rising into a demanding heat. With a soft moan, she rocked with Luka's movements, urging him to do more. He reached around her to grasp her breast with his free hand as it swayed, his chest pressing into her back, but stubbornly insisted on only using his fingers.
She could feel his dick, hot and throbbing, pushed against her arse. She hummed as she pressed her rear into his groin, rotating her hips to rub against him. Luka's breath caught in a sharp gasp.
'Impatient, are we?' he asked.
'You're taking too long,' she grumbled. 'I thought you wanted to fuck me.'
'Tut tut, girls shouldn't use such strong language,' he chided her.
'Shut up and fuck me,' Marinette snapped over her shoulder.
Luka chuckled as he removed his fingers to tug her underwear down her thighs. Then, he gave her backside a sharp slap. Marinette rocked forward with a startled yelp. The smack barely stung, but the suddenness surprised her.
'I said to watch your mouth,' he reminded her in a reproachful tone.
'Geez, ok,' Marinette muttered. 'Sorry.'
Luka inserted his fingers once more, pumping them as he rubbed her pink arse with his other hand. 'I forgive you.'
Marinette suppressed a displeased huff, deciding to concentrate on achieving her own pleasure. She rocked with his movements, and angled her hips so his hand could easily reach her clit. Noticing what she was doing, Luka wrapped his other arm around her to rub her off.
The heat in her belly intensified. Her legs trembled as she fought to stay relaxed and enjoy herself. Luka, however, was rubbing her nub with single minded focus.
Her juices trickled down her legs, and over his hands. Her hips twitched, while her legs shuddered. Just when she thought she was getting there, Luka withdrew his fingers, and positioned his cock at her opening. With a groan, he pushed forward.
Gasping, Marinette lowered her front half to the pillows. She moaned into the cotton when she felt the heat of him deep inside her. He grunted and pulled out a bit before surging forward again, his pelvis meeting her arse with a clap. His thrusts were hard and needy, almost desperate. Marinette was pushed into the pillows, her moans smothered by their stuffing.
Once more, Luka wound an arm underneath to massage her clit. Marinette's body spasmed, then moved with the added friction. She clutched the sheets to remain where she was, and not collide with the headboard. The bed shook under their combined actions, slamming against the wall with each thrust.
Marinette groaned, a sound of pleasure forced out of her by Luka's actions. Luka grunted with the effort, the hand not occupied with getting her off clamped firmly on her hip.
The heat and tension was building. Marinette could feel an orgasm approaching rapidly, her body twitching and jerking. She bucked and threw her head back with a cry. She felt their combined moisture dribble down her skin, Luka's dick creating an obscene sucking and squelching noise as he moved inside her.
With a strangled expletive, Luka slumped over her back, still rutting helplessly. He pressed his face into her shoulder, panting as he lost his rhythm.
Marinette began to whimper, her oversensitive pussy close to release. She bucked again, her inner muscles clamping down around Luka's cock. She wailed, suddenly unable to take any more. Luka kept pumping, leaving her nub to hold her still with both hands.
With a final shout and a full body spasm, he climaxed. He shuddered, gasping and moaning, and pulled out.
Their combined juices followed his retreat in a rush. It spilled down Marinette's skin to drip onto the bedding. He ejaculated again, shooting fluid across Marinette's arse. He moaned wantonly, before pressing his face into her rear and licking a swathe from her pussy to the top of her arse.
Gasping and whining, Marinette collapsed while Luka continued to licked her rear. He held her cheeks open and tongued her, before trailing down as far as he could reach to suck on her pussy.
Marinette moaned and spread her legs. Taking the opportunity, Luka kissed down her thighs, biting and sucking until he left marks on her skin.
Still panting, Luka took hold of her hips and rolled her over. Marinette flopped onto her back, her legs falling open. The air felt cool against her exposed folds, but Luka's hot breath remedied the sensation. He tongued her nub, then sucked it. He kissed it as if it were her mouth, while she writhed and whimpered.
Marinette reached her second climax, her muscles tensed and quivering as Luka ate her out. She threw her head back and shouted, breasts heaving as she drew in deep, panting breaths. Her legs snapped together, clamping around Luka's head. He shoved her knees apart, leaning his weight on them to keep them open.
Now wailing, Marinette begged him to stop. 'Please, I can't keep going. Stop.'
With a final, wanton keen and a shudder from Marinette, Luka pulled away. He moved until he was sitting close, her legs draped on either side of his body. He leered at her, caressing her leg while he moved his other hand up and down his shaft.
'You're hard again already?' she asked in disbelief.
'What can I say? Seeing you like this for me is intoxicating.
Marinette watched as he jerked off, feeling dirty and aroused. His cock was still slick from their combined fluids, the sounds of his hand working both obscene and titillating.
He came with a grunt, spilling over her belly, thighs and crotch. Breathing still ragged, he moved to hover over her. He kissed her sloppily, then slumped down beside her, spent. With a satisfied hum, he tugged her close, her back to his chest.
'That was incredible,' he mumbled, drunkenly.
Marinette hummed an agreement. She was about to ask him to shift over so she wasn't laying in the wet spot when she heard a soft snore. She craned her neck to see him, fast asleep, behind her.
Her lip curled in mild disgust. Chat Noir would never let her stay in the wet patch, nor would he pull her hair or chastise her for swearing. He definitely wouldn't strike her. In that moment, Marinette realised she would never sleep with Luka again. He liked it rough and dirty, more so than she was willing to be on a regular basis.
After a few minutes, she carefully extracted herself from his loose embrace. She gathered her clothes and purse, then quietly left for her own apartment for a shower and dinner.
While Luka had proved to be an effective temporary distraction from her troubles, she had no intention of pursuing a relationship with him. She had never wanted to, and would have to tell him so the next time they met. But for now, she hoped her stalker had no idea of her activities that evening.
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