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Steamy and Sultry One-shots	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 25770 -:- 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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Adrien set aside his barely touched drink, and got off the couch. Excusing himself from the party, he headed to the bathroom where he rinsed the taste of cheap liquor from his mouth. While he normally enjoyed going to his friends’ parties, he just didn’t feel it that night. He reasoned it was because many of his acquaintances had paired up and were in various states of undress as they made out around him. Those who weren’t interested in screwing around were in the kitchen, making grilled cheese sandwiches and indulging in rambunctious drinking games.
With a sigh, he decided to call it a night, and exited the bathroom. As he emerged, the door to Marinette's room swung open. Kim emerged, looking sweaty and satisfied as he adjusted his dick through his pants. Shooting Adrien a sly wink, he headed back down the short hall to re-join his friends.
Instantly alarmed, Adrien darted into the bedroom illuminated by a single bedside lamp.
Marinette lay atop the covers, facedown, with her head cushioned on her folded arms, completely naked. Her right leg was straight, but her left bent at a ninety-degree angle, and curled back at the knee. A thick, sticky liquid splattered over her arse and up her back, leading his eye to her dishevelled hair free of its usual pigtails.
‘Marinette?’ he called quietly, as panic mounted.
She hummed a sleepy response.
Adrien circled the foot of the bed as he tried to get a view of her face. Despite his best efforts, he saw her gaping pussy full and dripping with Kim’s essence. He gulped as his body responded to the lewd sight.
Bracing himself, he willed away the heat in his groin and moved on until he was even with her head.
‘Marinette, are you all right?’ he tried again.
He reached out to touch her shoulder. She stirred, and raised her head just enough to peer back at him with one eye.
‘Adrien, what’re you doing here?’ she mumbled.
‘I came in to check on you. What happened?’
‘Nothing much.’
‘I just saw Kim leave. Did he hurt you?’
Marinette laughed soundlessly. ‘No, we just had sex, that’s all.’
Adrien blinked. ‘You’re dating him?’
She chuckled again, and waved her hand dismissively. ‘No, of course not.’
He was deeply confused; he had never taken Marinette for the type to take on casual lovers.
‘So, why did you sleep with him?’
She shrugged. ‘He needed it.’
He tilted his head. ‘I don’t get it.’
‘Well, he’s got some big athletic tournament coming up that he was really stressed about, so I offered him some relief.’
‘You offered.’ It wasn’t a question, but Adrien required an answer.
‘He needed help. I like helping my friends. I also like sex.’ She rolled over and stretched languorously.
Adrien stared at her, caught between disbelief and arousal. While he was glad Marinette hadn’t been hurt, he was astonished by her casual approach to sex. He briefly wondered if this was a service she offered to all her friends.
She squeaked and relaxed, before turning her head back to him, unabashed by her nudity. Adrien had to confess within the privacy of his own mind that she looked erotically debauched, his cock heating up at the idea of fucking her.
‘Do you want to try?’ she asked.
Adrien choked on nothing, wondering if she’d somehow read his thoughts on his face. But rather than condemn him, Marinette patted the place beside her invitingly. Awkwardly, he clambered onto the bed, kicked off his shoes and stretched out stiffly beside her, half reclining against the pillows.
Marinette dragged herself to her hands and knees to crawl into his lap. She straddled his legs, then cradled the back of his head to pull him into a searing kiss. Her body heat and excess fluids seeped into his jeans, leaving a damp spot over his crotch. She ground hard, pressing against him from hips to chest as her tongue swiped the inside of his mouth.
Adrien’s little moan of surprise was muffled, but he soon relaxed into her ministrations, returning her needy kisses with equal heat.
She unbuttoned his shirt, then kissed her way down his throat and chest. Adrien gasped for breath as the tightness in his pants grew.
‘Wait, are you up to this?’ he asked. ‘I mean, Kim only just left.’
Marinette sat up, with her hands on his belt buckle. Her breasts heaved with her breath, and a fine sheen of sweat had her skin glistening. ‘He didn’t make me come.’
‘Huh?’
‘I fucked Kim because he needed it, and it feels nice. My own finish wasn’t necessary, I guess you could say.’
‘But don’t you want to come?’
‘Ideally, yes. But I also get a great sense of satisfaction out of getting someone else to climax. It’s a heady feeling when someone spills themselves deep inside me. I like how it sits there, and runs out.’
Adrien gulped at the mental image, the reminder of the sight of her pussy when he entered at the forefront of his mind. His erection twitched, drawing Marinette’s attention. She undid his belt and opened his jeans, freeing his straining cock. She licked her lips and pumped the shaft before leaning back in to press herself against him, kissing him passionately once more.
Adrien decided in that moment to toss decorum out the proverbial window. He grabbed Marinette’s arse and squeezed, guiding her against him as he thrust upward to meet her. She mewled and ran her hands inside his shirt, feeling his chest, belly, and back.
Her moisture slicked his dick, coating it in a mixture of fluids. The phrase “sloppy seconds” came to mind, but he wasn’t repulsed by another man’s leavings. Instead, it turned him on; the image of Marinette’s cream filled pussy spurring him on, and making him wonder if he could do it better – fill her up, and ruin her more thoroughly than Kim ever could. It sparked a competitive streak he didn’t know he possessed.
Driven by want and desire, he kissed her as ardently as she did him, grinding helplessly against each other. She slid over his shaft, her plump lower lips curving around him while he sucked her tits and groped her rear. They were a sensual mess of writhing limbs and obscene wet sounds, mixed with heavy panting and wanton moans.
He lost himself in her, and all sense of time became meaningless. The loud music and raised voices dimmed to a distant roar as he indulged in Marinette’s slick flesh. She tasted of salt, but her voice was sweet as she cradled his head against her chest.
His cock throbbed and strained, aching for release. Precum left a glistening trail over their bellies where it stood sandwiched between them. She reached down to palm the head, while he slid his hand between her buttocks to finger her from behind. She whimpered and obediently sucked on his fingers when he slid them into her mouth.
She was soaking, her pussy gaping and her fluids running freely. Her moisture had drenched her from her hips to her thighs, and he was no better. In one swift move, he rolled over until he hovered over her. He took in her flushed cheeks and vacant, lust hazed eyes, her open mouth and plush lips. He kissed her again, pressing firmly against her, to feel her heaving breasts and slick belly against his body.
Marinette wrapped her legs around his hips, needing him as close as he needed her, arching her back as he sucked hard on her nipple. He left a series of love bits across her pale skin as she writhed and moaned under him.
‘Fuck me,’ she whined, her tone so gone he had to look at her again.
She was biting her lip, her hips jerking as she sought release, her sweat sticking her hair to her face. Adrien knelt between her legs, grabbed them behind the knees, and opened them wide, holding them up near her shoulders. Vulnerable and exposed, her expression didn’t change. She merely sighed through a low moan, her opening gulping and dripping in anticipation.
Adrien could have come. He stared at her filthy sex, then grabbed his cock to position it at her entrance before slamming into her. Marinette wailed, her eyes closing as her head fell back. She gripped her own legs, so he wouldn’t have to, and he guessed so she had something to anchor herself with. Placing one hand on the headboard, and the other gripping the sheet under her pillow, he rammed into her again and again, hard enough to set the bed thumping into the wall.
Marinette’s cries grew louder. Releasing her legs, she let them fall open so she could hold him close. He slid against her, her soft mounds moulding to the planes of his body. Inside, she was hot, needy, and delicious.
‘You feel so good,’ he grunted.
Her quivering legs wrapped around him as her hips shuddered. She was beyond speech, short, vocalised gasps and broken wails were the best she could manage.
Adrien’s cock pulsed and throbbed. He felt it surge to expel the first of his load, but he remained hard. Marinette squirmed and quivered, her overheated and sensitive clit nearing its limit. She squealed when the first of his load squirted out around his shaft, her wriggling increasing in a clear show of enjoyment.
Adrien lost himself completely to instinct and pleasure. His cock hit all of Marinette’s sweet spots; pulling out with a lewd sucking noise before slamming back in with a filthy squelch. He watched her tits bounce, and the sweat trickle down her curves. He licked her neck and sucked hard on her pulse point, leaving another dark hickey.
Sweat ran over his own back, and between his buttocks, adding a scintillating tickle to the various other sensations he was experiencing. Just as he was vaguely wondering if Marinette was into anal, she bucked violently and screamed. Her inner walls clamped down around him as the rest of her trembled with tightly wound tension. Her legs were tight around his hips, with her heels digging into his arse, her nails clawing his back as she shuddered through her climax.
Adrien felt himself tip over the edge along with her. His dick gave a mighty throb, before it shot his essence deep inside her. Marinette wailed happily, grinning wide as she arched her back, her legs curling on either side of him.
His cock pulsed again, releasing a massive load. The excess spewed out around him, reminding him he hadn’t had such a good fuck in a long time, if ever.
After a final surge, he felt himself begin to soften. He pulled out, then watched as Marinette squirted a ridiculous amount of cum. As he intended, it pooled at her entrance, sitting in the gaping hole as more trickled down to her anus. It was filthy and arousing, and he hoped he’d get to see it again soon.
Marinette lay completely limp and spread eagled. She panted and moaned through her aftershocks, but cradled Adrien’s head as he lay half atop her, equally spent. He lazily suckled her tits and ran his hand up her side as he caught his breath.
‘You’re filthy,’ he observed, as he made trails in a puddle of cum on her belly.
‘I just like to give my friends what they want,’ she replied, though her voice was slurred.
‘Then you’ll let me turn your arse into a cream pie?’
Marinette laboriously rolled them both over out of the wet spot, until she lay atop him, her legs draped to either side. Adrien took the opportunity to lazily finger her rear passage, still sodden after their romp. She rolled her hips and breathed an indecent sigh.
‘You can do whatever you want with me, Hot Stuff.’
He smiled, too sated and sleepy to respond. Despite the noise of the party, they fell asleep like that, tangled together in their own filth. The following morning, Marinette awoke to the sensation of something hot and hard expelling another massive load up her arse.
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