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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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Mireille finished reading the weather report and signed off with her usual, ‘Now back to the studio,’ with a jaunty wave.
Her cameraman gave her a thumbs up, then eased the camera off his shoulder, as the producer called it a wrap.
Mireille sighed as she looked longingly at the beach behind her. She had done the report in a triangle cut bikini and sarong, from the deck of a new restaurant celebrating its opening. She had sampled their menu as a part of her report, and had found the food pretty to look at, but lacked in flavour as well as substance.
Though she had maintained a professionally cheery façade for the camera, it had been a long day, most of which was spent in the van as they travelled to the seaside. Her temper suffered when she was tired, so she was not feeling as generous as she pretended, and longed to get away from her co-workers and the gawking public alike.
‘Ok, Mireille, you can head on out if you want,’ called the producer.
She waved an acknowledgement, then made her way off the restaurant’s deck, and to the hot sand. Heading straight to the water, she let the incoming waves wash her feet and eat the sand out from under her. Already, she could feel herself begin to relax, the cool water easing the worst of her tension.
Heaving a sigh, she turned and followed the shore as it meandered along, walking slowly, and enjoying her free time. Her team had made arrangements to stay in a local hotel, and had not set a curfew.
She hummed quietly, continuing to wander along the beach as it curved around a low cliff. A collection of boulders and a rock shelf riddled with tidepools sat in the shadow of the cliff, wet and slick. Mireille walked across it carefully, stopping to look into the rockpools and admire the tiny environments therein, before moving on.
Beyond the rock shelf, lay a smaller, quieter beach. It was deserted, except for a lone man standing at the other end. He was taller, older than her, with tan skin and his hair up in a knot. Mireille bit her lip, then went to sit in the sand at the farthest point from the water, her legs outstretched. There, the cliff curved inward, giving shelter to those below, like a shallow cave. Leaning against the rock, Mireille watched the man who now had his back to her.
‘What a fine back it is,’ she murmured appreciatively.
Mireille’s hand drifted down, to slide into the slit in her sarong. She caressed her clit as she watched the man through half-lidded eyes, imagining it was him rubbing her off. She liked the way his skin glistened in the sunlight, and how his boardshorts clung to his buttocks. She wanted to know what he felt like, so she closed her eyes and imagined.
Her breathing turned heavy, and warmth pooled in her groin. She hummed as tiny shocks started in her clit, to shoot down her legs and make her toes curl. Moisture gathered at her entrance, so she slicked her fingers and spread the liquid around. Soon, little wet noises joined the ocean chorus.
Mireille hummed as she grasped her breast with her free hand, slipping under the bikini to run her fingers over her pert nipple. Her panting had already strained the fabric until it rode up, exposing the underside of her pale breasts.
Opening her eyes, Mireille checked to see if the strange man still had his back to her, but he was not where she had last seen him. She pouted, sorry for the lost opportunity, and turned her head.
Her inspiration was there, a few yards away, jerking off as he watched her with his shorts around his knees. A pleased blush warmed her face as she noted the size of him, and licked her lips.
Casually, she stood up and approached him on slightly wobbly legs. She stopped at his feet and watched him as he stared up at her, his hand still pumping.
‘Hey,’ she began.
‘Hey,’ he returned in a husky voice. ‘I’m Theo.’
‘Mireille.’
‘I know; big fan.’
‘So I see.’ She paused to watch him, then asked, ‘you like to watch?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Good.’
Mireille sat between his knees, then spread her legs wide to drape them over his hips.
Theo’s eyes widened, before a smirk spread across his face. ‘Going commando? That’s brave for a weather girl, even one as attractive as you.’
‘It’s not like anyone would ever know,’ she replied
‘I know.’
She began to caress her folds. ‘Are you going to tell anyone?’
‘God, no.’
She smiled and leaned back, tugging her bikini up to free her breasts. She fondled them as she pressed against her sensitive nub with her other hand, while Theo stared on covetously.
His hand worked feverishly, accompanied by lewd, slick noises. Precum ran from the tip, to coat his fingers and lubricate the shaft. His breath was as laboured as hers, his chest rising and falling as sweat beaded and ran down his belly.
Mireille felt her own juices trickling down, so she inserted a finger slowly, then pumped it carefully while watching Theo’s reactions. His eyes were fixed on her pussy, and his jaw was slack. Drool gathered on his lip before falling to be lost among the many rivulets of sweat. It was the best reaction she could’ve hoped for.
Laying completely on her back, Mireille inserted a second finger and arched her back. She heard Theo swear, so she looked down the length of her body at him. He was biting his lip, the tendons in his neck straining, as he fought to hold on.
Feeling wicked, she loosed a wanton sigh and rolled her hips, before wriggling a little closer.
The sounds blended together as they got themselves off while watching each other. Mireille felt sexy and desirable, letting out a debauched aah when she curled her fingers deep inside herself.
Theo spasmed as his hips rocked forward. He grunted and bit back a moan, as his hand fell out of rhythm, before slowly settling down again.
Mireille withdrew her fingers, opening and closing them in a scissor action while admiring the sticky fluids coating them.
‘See how wet I am?’ she asked.
Theo swore, then his hips jerked again.
Mireille untied her sarong and spread it open, fully exposing her lower half. Then she dragged herself up to recline on her elbow as she slid her fingers between her sodden folds. A pleasant heat spread from her pussy, warming her from the inside out.
Then, an idea came to her.
Sitting up, she straddled Theo’s thighs, then took his hand from his shaft. Licking her lips, she guided his hand around her, then canted her hips so he could finger her from behind. She gasped as his wet, sticky fingers met her skin, to stroke and press her nub until she was grinding instinctively against him.
Taking his cock in both hands, she pumped his shaft and massaged the head, working him slowly so he wouldn’t come too soon. Theo grunted and groaned, but she kept her pace languid, enthralled by the hot, twitching flesh.
Her hands were soon coated in his essence, then she moaned as he inserted a finger.
‘Yes,’ she breathed, her head falling back.
Theo pumped her as slowly as she worked him, either unable or unwilling to go any faster. She gasped when he struck her sweet spot, her spine snapping straight as her jaw fell open.
‘You like that?’ he panted, just before he did it again.
Mireille pressed her lips together to stifle a loud moan, but failed as Theo repeated the action. She cried out, loud and lustful, her hands pausing while she rode out the feeling.
‘Fuck, don’t stop,’ he told her, just as wrecked.
She picked up the pace, determined to make him finish. She ground against him shamelessly, her back arched so he had a good view of her tits as they heaved. He was rocking back and forth as well, his hips shuddering uncontrollably as he neared his end.
She could feel her own orgasm coming on. Her clit was hot and overwrought, her legs trembled, and her inner walls clenched and released spasmodically. She pressed her head to his chest as she panted vocalised breaths, his fingers pushing into her with a sodden squelch.
He struck her clit and her sweet spot at the same time, sending her over the edge with a debauched wail. She threw her head back as her body stiffened, crying out when Theo refused to relent. He fingered her through her orgasm, only withdrawing when she slumped against him, panting for breath, and begging him for mercy.
He pulled his hand back, immediately leaving her feeling hollow and bereft. Her juices spilled out of her, trickling down her thighs in a sticky torrent. Grasping his shoulders, Mireille pressed her soaking pussy against his cock and gyrated, coating him in her fluids. He ran his hands over her sides, hips, arse, and thighs as his panting grew laboured, and his hips rose to meet hers. They ground against each other like rutting animals, focussed only on reaching the end.
Theo’s hands clamed down on her hips, before his pelvis thrust into hers, his cock sandwiched between them. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place, while one hand slid between her buttocks. He fingered her back passage, so Mireille reached down to pull him off.
He was hot and twitching, his hips rolling instinctively as he sought release, and soon, she was reaching her second orgasm.
They came together, in great panting wails and a heady rush of fluids. Theo’s cum splattered up over her belly and breasts, while her own juices ran over his lap and balls. They shuddered through the throes of pleasure, before meeting each other in a sloppy, desperate kiss.
They slumped to the sand, laying down on their sides so they could see each other as the afterglow took over them. Theo kissed her again, then licked down her throat and shoulder, until he could rest his head on her damp breast. She rubbed her legs together, enjoying the sodden, loose feeling between her thighs. Theo licked her nipple.
‘Really, huge fan,’ he reiterated.
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