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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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Marinette awoke to the sensation of something hot and wet pressing into her folds. She arched her back as her legs curled up, her sheet lifting from her sweaty skin. She rested her calves on Chat Noir's shoulders, her hips tilting up when he circled his tongue around her nub.
'Didn't you get enough last night?' she asked, her voice hoarse.
He pulled back with a slurp. 'Chat Noir did. But my transformation wore off during the night, leaving only me. I need some love, too.'
Gasping, Marinette fell still. 'You're not transformed?'
He kissed up her thigh, and she could feel his smirk. 'Not even my little kitty ears remain. Better lay still, Milady, lest the sheet fall too far.'
He resumed kissing her, his tongue lapping eagerly. Marinette let out a throaty moan, the risk heightening her pleasure.
She let her head fall back, her hands clenching in the pillows as she fought to remain as still as possible. Chat Noir's clever tongue made it all but impossible, her hips canting as she writhed.
Large hands emerged from under their cover to grip her waist. Looking down, she saw blond hair, devoid of the usual costume ears, nestled comfortably between her legs.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Marinette relaxed her muscles and focussed on the feeling of his tongue running up the length of her pussy.
Chat Noir hummed appreciatively. 'Good girl.'
She stilled when she felt him rise from under the sheet. He trailed wet kisses up her body, until he was laying close beside her. There was the sound of fabric against fabric, then a strip was pressed over her eyes.
'Sit up,' he told her.
Marinette obeyed, her eyes still closed, and felt him secure his makeshift blindfold with a tight knot.
'What did you do?' she asked.
'Isn't it obvious? I made a blindfold with your pillowslip.'
'Oh, I see,' she said, examining it with her fingertips.
'Actually, you don't,' he corrected her. 'That's the point.'
He pushed against her shoulders gently, urging her to lay back down. She followed his unspoken instruction, raising her hands above her head to hold on to her pillow. Chat Noir hummed low in his throat, before hooking her leg over his hip as he moved into position above her.
Marinette draped her leg over his buttocks while Chat Noir pressed kisses into her neck and shoulder. She felt his cock press into her, hot and hard. She tilted her hips up, pushing against him.
Chat Noir caressed her skin, kneading her breast with one hand, while the other ventured ever lower to caress her wet folds.
'Such a good girl, getting so wet for me,' he groaned as he slid a finger in.
He pumped it slowly, moistening his finger before pushing it in completely. Marinette fought to keep her legs open. They shuddered, curling and tightening instinctively around him. She gasped when he crooked his finger inside her, stroking her inner walls tenderly. Her mouth dropped open, a breathy moan escaping her.
He chuckled against her skin, licking the spot where her neck met her shoulder. 'You make such delightful noises,' he murmured.
She felt him twitch, warm wetness trickling over her belly.
'Tell me what you like,' she said, her arms coming down to wrap around his head.
'I like this,' he replied as he pressed his face into her breast. 'I like you all around me. Your body, your scent, everything. If I could surround myself with you, I would.'
Lost for words, Marinette ran her fingers through his hair, combing out the tangles with her fingers. Then, he slid a second finger inside her, pulling out a pleased moan as her arms tightened around his head.
Chat Noir sucked on the soft swell of flesh, running his tongue over her nipple, then giving it a hard suck. He lavished the same attention on her other breast, leaving dark hickeys.
Marinette's fingers tightened in his hair as the familiar warmth flared low in her belly. An involuntary groan escaped her, the feeling of her own juices running down her skin.
Chat Noir extracted his fingers with a wet sucking sound. 'Are you ready?' he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
She nodded, unsure if she could trust her voice.
Chat Noir shifted above her, then she felt him press against her opening. She let her legs fall open, then he was slowly easing forward. He groaned as he pushed in, her own voice rising to join his. He paused, panting above her, before pulling back a little, then moving forward again.
Marinette let go of his hair, afraid she may have been tugging too hard. She opted to anchor herself on the sheets, her hands curling into fists as Chat Noir pushed in completely.
He stilled, bracing the majority of his weight on his elbows on either side of her. Marinette inhaled as deeply as she could with his chest pressed firmly against her own. Her legs rubbed slowly against him as she adjusted to the feel of him. She let go of the sheets to wrap her arms tenderly about his middle, caressing his back and stroking his hair.
'Move,' she whispered.
With a low grunt, Chat Noir pulled back.
Fire ignited in her lower belly, the friction tickling her most sensitive areas.
She moved with him, rolling her hips as he thrust, her spine curving until she pressed against him from shoulder to pelvis. His mouth latched onto her neck, as he licked, nibbled, and kissed her skin. Marinette gasped for breath, her pussy hot, and eager for more.
His shaft hit her just right, and she wailed wantonly, her fingernails gouging his back. He growled, biting her shoulder as his hands wound under her back to hold her close. Her spine undulated when he hit her sweet spot again, her legs quivering where they wrapped around his body.
Chat Noir adjusted the angle of his thrusts so he continually rubbed against her favoured spot, though his movements were torturously slow.
Marinette whimpered, moving her hips to encourage him to move faster. Instead, he chuckled darkly and ignored her wordless pleas, maintaining his pace.
'Oh no, Love. I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to make love to you how I always wanted. Slow and sweet, just like I dreamt. Just like you deserve.'
His words were completely at odds with his tone. The words themselves were affectionate, but his voice was gravelly, dark, and blatantly seductive. Her whole body shuddered at the unspoken promise.
His pace was almost languid, his sweat-slick skin gliding smoothly over her own. He kissed down her throat and across her jawline, dragging his teeth and tongue delicately as his warm breath fanned over her.
Marinette hummed as her inner muscles tightened. Her unconscious reflex pulled a grunt and a muffled curse from Chat Noir, but still he kept a languorous rhythm.
Incrementally, he began to speed up. Marinette's head fell back, her mouth dropping open to let out a pleased groan. Heat built up between them. Slick noises filled the air as their combined juices trickled over their skin.
Chat Noir grunted low in his throat with each thrust, accompanied by Marinette's whimpers.
The heat in her pussy had built up to almost intolerable levels. She rolled her pelvis, trying to ease the pressure on her sweet spot, but Chat Noir adjusted his angle accordingly.
Marinette spasmed, her overwrought nerve endings almost reaching their peak. She wailed, her inner muscles clamping down and releasing Chat Noir as he moved inside her. He continued to rut, his hands sliding over her belly and breasts, and down her arms. Pinning her hands above her head, he lifted himself up and thrust into her from a different angle.
With a wail, Marinette's legs snapped in around him, holding him in place. She writhed under him, unable to hold still as the tension within her built. Hot and desperate, she began to babble, pleading for him to push her over the edge.
He lifted up her leg, draping it over his shoulder. His cock slid against her exposed and sensitive nub, sparking a wave of intense heat and pleasure. She came with a shout, her whole body going rigid before bucking wildly while he kept going. Chat Noir followed close behind, pulling out just in time to spill over her belly.
He collapsed on his side beside her, pulling her back against his chest and tugging her out of the damp spot on the sheets. He kissed her crown, then removed her blindfold.
'Shouldn't you leave that on?' Marinette asked, her voice slurred and her thoughts sluggish.
He trailed his fingertips up and down her hip, while his other arm held her close. 'I trust you not to look. Not that I'd mind if you did.'
'I don't think now is the best time for a reveal,' she stated. 'Though, I must admit, you're taking the knowledge of my identity really well.'
He chuckled. 'That's not so surprising. I've been in love with Ladybug since I was fourteen. Then, I fell in love with Marinette. I even got to pleasure her on two separate occasions before last night. I think I am a very fortunate kitty.'
'Yes, if only the world worked out so conveniently for everyone,' she grumbled.
He pressed a kiss on her shoulder. 'What's wrong, Buginette?'
She let out an impatient sigh. 'Both of the women you liked turned out to be the same person. There's no way on earth something like that would happen for me.'
'You're torn between two loves? Damn. Who is my rival?' he enquired with mock severity.
She appreciated how readily he accepted her indecisiveness, without criticism or judgement. One of the reasons she had come to love him was for his understanding and empathy. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed.
'His name is Adrien Agreste, and I've been infatuated with him since I was a schoolgirl. You can blame him for my always pushing you away in the past. Now, he's my neighbour and a close friend, but he's never considered me as a potential romantic partner. I've tried to move on, but my feelings don't want to give up on him. I'm sorry. You don't want to hear about this.'
Chat Noir had turned rigid behind her, his breath catching. Eventually, he exhaled with a sound almost like a laugh. 'I've heard good things about him,' he murmured. 'He's nice, genuine, and has an eight pack. I hear he's shredded.'
Marinette snorted, a laugh bubbling up her throat. 'You did not just meme at me. But yes, he is very kind and sweet. He's been there for me throughout this whole stalker ordeal. I don't know what I'd do without him.'
Pressing his lips into the back of her shoulder, Chat Noir hummed thoughtfully. 'Tell you what, since he's your celebrity crush, and a stellar guy, he can be your free pass.'
'My what?' she spluttered.
'Your free pass. If you ever get a chance to bang him, you may do so guilt free. Rumour has it he's great in the sack, so I would never dream of denying you such an opportunity. I'd do him.'
Marinette covered her face with her hands, her body shaking with barely suppressed laughter. 'Are you my lover or my pimp? Why are you trying to get me into bed with Adrien?'
She could hear the smirk in his voice. 'Lover, eh? I like the sound of that. Boyfriend would be better, but beggars can't be choosers.' His voice turned serious. 'But really, I just don't want you to have any regrets. You of all people should know how short, how precious life is, and I certainly don't want to hold you back. If there's anything you want, I say you should go for it.'
Marinette raised her hand to stroke his face behind her. He tilted his head, leaning in to her touch.
'I don't know what I did to deserve you,' she whispered.
He grasped her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 'You were you,' he replied. 'Besides, I bet if the situation were reversed, you'd give me a free pass to sleep with Ladybug.'
'But I am Ladybug,' she argued.
He merely laughed, his arms tightening around her.
Chat Noir cuddled with her for a while, then slipped into the bathroom. His kwami, Plagg, flew about demanding sustenance, so Marinette retrieved a block of cheddar from the fridge and fed him that. He ate it with gusto, while Tikki curled her lip in long-suffering disgust.
Chat Noir then called for his transformation, and emerged from the bathroom showered and fresh.
He gave Marinette a departing kiss, then left via her balcony, promising to return soon.
Even though it was Monday, Marinette was glad she didn't have to go in to work. After the fashion show, many of her colleagues had partied until the wee hours and then continued to do it all over again the following night. She suspected they had all called in sick, nursing hangovers and wanting to avoid awkward hook-ups and one night stands.
She checked her email, just in case, and was relieved to see all work that day had been cancelled.
After fetching a packet of biscuits for Tikki, Marinette showered and dressed. As she usually kept her apartment clean, there wasn't much left to do. She pulled out her battered old sketch pad and drew a few designs, heavily inspired by Chat Noir. She was not surprised her sketches mostly consisted of lingerie, but since she was doodling in her private book, she shrugged and kept going. Before long, she had a whole line of Chat Noir themed underwear.
She laughed quietly, thinking of what her colleagues would say to such an idea.
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