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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 invited Marinette back to his place that night, though not for sexual reasons. He would have liked to make love with her, and finally share all of himself without having to hide behind a mask, but Marinette needed time to adjust and come to terms with him. Agreeing, she’d packed a bag and followed him to his apartment, but she borrowed an old shirt of his rather than wear her own pyjamas, muttering something about smells and comfort. Plagg and Tikki curled up together on a cushion by the window, ignoring the humans as they chattered in their own language.
Adrien and Marinette spoke for hours, confessing to feelings and sharing tales of their misadventures. He laughed when she told him of a time when she’d had to steal his phone, and she’d groaned when he confessed to being the catalyst of Théo Barbot’s akumatisation. She punched him hard when he confessed to deliberately making her blush, but he apologised for his childishness. She magnanimously forgave him, but he suspected she would bring it up whenever she felt the need to tease him.
He fell asleep with Marinette in his arms, both of them smiling serenely. It felt right to be close to her, like he was completed just being in her presence. Falling asleep with her was easy and natural, and he hoped they would do it more often.

He awoke before her, sliding out of bed and placing a kiss on her brow. It was still dark outside, so he crept to the bathroom without turning on the bedroom light.
Marinette was still asleep by the time he was ready to leave. Since the fashion show was over, and the workplace was back to a more relaxed schedule, he could walk to work with Marinette again, so long as she got up in time.
He bounced her hip against the mattress. ‘Wakey wakey, Love. Time to rise and shine.’
‘Piss off, ghost,’ she grumbled, turning away from him and throwing an arm out.
Her wild swing came nowhere near him, but he wondered what she was dreaming about.
Shaking his head, he tried again. ‘Marinette, time to get up for work. You know, for one of those adult responsibilities we have.’
She screwed her face up and whined. ‘No, don’t want to.’
Adrien gripped her hand and pulled her upright. With much encouragement, he got her into the bathroom. He would have helped her shower, but she shut the door on him with a meaningful frown.
When she was ready, he took her hand and walked out with her. Her fingers curled around his own as she gave him shy glances and small smiles. A blush coloured her cheeks, and every so often a breathy giggle escaped her.
They parted ways at the front door of Gabriel’s, but he cajoled her out of her studio at lunchtime with an offer of a free meal at a café down the street.
‘So, is this like a lunch date, or something?’ Marinette asked, stirring her frappe with her straw.
Tearing his gaze away from his pasta, Adrien glanced at her. ‘I’d like it to be.’
He watched as her cheeks turned pink, her straw barely touching her lips.
‘I’d like that too,’ she admitted.
‘Does that mean we’re dating now?’ he asked, with a coy smile.
Her answering grin was coquettish. ‘You’ll have to ask me properly.’
Adrien set his fork down, and straightened his posture. Affecting a serious expression, he looked Marinette in the eyes. ‘Mademoiselle, would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?’
With an indelicate snort, Marinette looked up at him. ‘You’re so cheesy. You’re not proposing, so relax and ask me naturally.’
‘I was acting natural,’ he retorted. ‘Fine. Marinette, would you like to go out with me some time?’
‘Oh, like a date?’ she teased.
He gave her a flat stare. ‘Stop being difficult, woman.’
She smothered a laugh with her hand. ‘A date sounds wonderful. I’d like that very much.’
A grin spread across his face, wide and foolish. ‘You’ve just made me the happiest cat in the world, Milady.’
She shushed him and giggled. ‘Not so loud. Someone might jump to conclusions.’
‘The only thing going on here is a new couple,’ he replied, picking up her hand and kissing her knuckles.
They finished their meals and headed back to Gabriel’s hand in hand.

Adrien didn’t finish until late. A last-minute shoot had been called, forcing a team of employees to stay well after closing time. Adrien was particularly annoyed, as the client was not a top priority, and his role could have been done by anyone. However, Gabriel insisted he be the main model.
He texted Marinette with a brief explanation, and apologised for not walking her home. She replied she would take the time to visit her parents, and that she’d contact him, Alya, and her folks with her leaving and arrival times.
Satisfied she was taking precautions, he went on with his job.
Once he was permitted to leave, he ducked into his favourite dark alcove and transformed. Up on the rooftops, he sprinted home. Even though Marinette’s lights were on, he went to his own balcony first. He detransformed and let himself in.
‘Cheese,’ Plagg moaned, drifting listlessly toward the kitchen.
Adrien snorted and rolled his eyes, but laid out two wheels of Plagg’s preferred food. He kicked off his shoes, put his pyjamas on, then went to his main door.
A folded piece of paper had been slipped under his door. Picking it up, Adrien unfolded it.
Stay away from her, or I’ll cut off every part you touched, it read.
He didn’t waste time. Picking up his landline, he placed a call to the police. Half an hour later, two officers knocked on his door. They asked him routine questions, claimed his camera footage, the note, then knocked on Marinette’s door.
She answered with wide eyes, her skin pale. ‘What’s going on?’ she asked, peering out from behind her door.
‘Your stalker left me another note,’ Adrien explained, calmly.
‘Thank you, we’ll take it from here,’ one of the policemen told him, frowning.
Adrien held his hands up and stepped back, but watched the proceedings closely.
Finally, the officers left, with more promises to keep in touch.
‘What happened?’ Marinette demanded, once they were out of earshot.
Adrien shook his head. ‘Just another note telling me to stay away from you. It’s nothing to work yourself up over.’
She didn’t look convinced. ‘I don’t think you can keep dismissing this as nothing. What if he tries to attack you, or finds out who you are?’
Adrien sucked in a breath through his teeth. ‘About that,’ he drawled.
‘What?’ she asked, flatly.
‘Well, he may already know.’
When she failed to respond, he ducked back inside his apartment to fetch the pictures of him as Chat Noir. ‘Obviously, I can’t show this to the cops.’
‘The stalker sent you these?’ she asked as she flipped through them.
‘Yeah, but Nino and I weren’t sure if it meant he knows who I am, or if he’s just trying to make you look like a floosy.’
Marinette snorted derisively, then her eyes narrowed. ‘Wait, Nino?’
With an awkward cough, Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. ‘Yeah, ah, it seems Nino figured me out ages ago. But I didn’t know that until Saturday,’ he tacked on, defensively.
She stared at him a moment longer, unimpressed.
‘Sorry,’ he mumbled.
‘Nothing to be done about it now. Does anyone else know?’
He shook his head. ‘Not even Alya.’
‘I’d like to catch this guy before that changes.’
Adrien perked up. ‘Plagg and I were talking about that last week. I think we came up with a viable plan.’
He waved her back to his place, and sat her on the couch. Tikki phased through the walls to sit with Plagg on the coffee table, and Adrien perched on the arm of the couch.
‘Ok, so, we were thinking that Adrien and Marinette could spread the word that they’re going to the movies one night, which works well with our timing, now that we’re newly dating. Once they’re safely out of the way, we find someplace private, transform, and double back in secret as Ladybug and Chat Noir. We’ll position ourselves so every entrance is covered, and wait for a suspicious person to enter.’
‘What if he’s already in here before we can come back?’ she asked.
He held up his index finger, grinning. ‘This is where we bring in outside help. Before you and I make any announcements, we ask Alya and Nino to help us set up surveillance cameras in the lobby, the elevator, the stairwell, and in the corridor. If the landlord complains, we’ll tell him it’s temporary, and we’ll take it all down once we’re done.’
Marinette looked confused. ‘How do we explain the appearance of Ladybug and Chat Noir?’
Adrien shrugged. ‘Well tell Alya that we saw them one night while they were patrolling, and asked for their help. Nino will back us up.’
‘Maybe it would be easier to let Alya in on the secret,’ suggested Tikki.
‘Yeah, you’re all going to need to meet up and discuss logistics, anyway. May as well save yourselves some verbal acrobatics and just tell her,’ Plagg concurred.
Adrien exchanged a look with Marinette.
‘Makes sense,’ she offered.
‘Are you ok with that?’ Adrien asked. ‘Your identity had always been paramount.’
She nodded firmly. ‘Too many people know already. Maybe like this, we can go into damage control more easily should something be leaked to the media. Also, it would be cruel to leave Alya out now. She’s going to be pretty pissed as it is.’
Adrien nodded, supressing a shudder. ‘Ok, we’ll call them and set up a time when we can talk. All of our schedules clash, so it’ll probably have to wait until the weekend. Is that all right with you?’
‘It can’t be helped,’ she shrugged. ‘Besides, what’s a few more days?’
‘We can probably get things going tonight. I’ll call Nino, and ask him to look into motion sensor cameras and other surveillance equipment. You can ring Alya and let her know we want to meet up on Friday night, or whenever. She’ll tell Nino about the meet-up, then we hit them with the big reveal and a plan to catch this freak. Sound good?’
Marinette’s lips were twitching as she tried not to smile. ‘Sounds good.’
‘Excellent. Now, there’s one more order of business.’
She raised an eyebrow. ‘What’s that?’
‘I’d really like to kiss you right now.’
‘Oh boy, here we go,’ Plagg groused. ‘Come on, Sugar Cube, we’re going to your place.’
Tikki waved to Adrien, hugged Marinette’s cheek, then followed Plagg through the wall.
Marinette shook her head at Plagg’s infantile aversion to affection. Turning back to Adrien, she asked, ‘you were saying?’
He slid off the arm of the couch and leaned closer. ‘Just that I would really like to kiss you.’
Her eyes were darting from his eyes to his lips and back again. ‘Maybe I’d like you to kiss me, too.’
‘We’re in agreement, then,’ he murmured.
Marinette closed the distance, winding her arms around his neck as she straddled his lap.
‘Here I thought you’d need time to adjust,’ he mumbled against her lips.
‘You know I can adapt quickly, Chaton,’ she replied.
He hummed when she bit his lip, his hands gripping her hips tight.
She ground against him, encouraging him to harden. Adrien groaned, laying sloppy kisses down her throat. Then, she tugged lightly on his hair, bring his face back up to hers.
Suddenly, she giggled. Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook as she laughed, her head leaning against his shoulder.
‘What’s funny?’ he asked, bemused.
‘Sorry,’ she gasped. Schooling her expression, she looked at him once more. ‘It just occurred to me what a hypocrite I am. I’m always tugging on your hair, and you never complain. Yet I hate having my hair pulled. I’m horribly unfair.’
‘Why is that funny?’
She shrugged. ‘I don’t know. Maybe I was just laughing at my own foibles. But you’d tell me if I did something you didn’t like, right?’
‘Of course, just as you’d tell me if I did something that made you uncomfortable. That’s how relationships work, my Maribug.’
‘Ok,’ she whispered, before leaning in again.
Adrien kissed her tenderly. Always before, he’d been wearing his disguise. He had never had the opportunity to make love to Marinette as himself, so he wanted to savour the moment. He caressed her with his fingertips, unbuttoned her blouse slowly, and pressed into her when she ground on him.
He unfastened her bra with practised ease, cupping her breasts and stroking his thumbs over her nipples as she threw the garment aside. In turn, she tugged off his shirt and splayed her hands over his chest.
His cock warmed and hardened, straining against his track pants. Marinette rested atop him, her breasts pressing into his chest, while her hand drifted down his belly. She pulled on the waistband of his pants, freeing his shaft, and raised a brow at him.
‘Going commando?’ she asked, voice low and husky.
Adrien’s right arm wound around her to cradle her rear. ‘I never wear underwear to bed.’
‘How did I not notice that?’ she murmured, looking down the length of his body.
He felt warmth flood his cheeks. ‘Hey, my eyes are up here.’
‘Indeed, they are. Such pretty eyes too,’ she crooned, facing him again.
Her hand wrapped lightly around the head of his shaft, then moved slowly up and down. Adrien shuddered as his breath caught.
His right hand, still on her backside, began to stroke her. His fingers pressed against her folds when he reached her crotch, then teasingly drew away as he rubbed upwards.
Marinette mewled as she kissed a spot below his ear, so quiet he wouldn’t have heard if she’d been kissing somewhere else. He repeated the action, pressing firmly on her nub before withdrawing. She gasped, then sat up.
Her expression was wicked as she shimmied off his lap to kneel between his knees. Adrien gulped.
Maintaining eye contact, Marinette kissed him lightly before licking a firm line up the length of his shaft. Adrien grunted, his hands clenching on the couch cushions, and his cock twitching.
Marinette smirked, pulled his pants off, then took him in her mouth. Adrien let his head fall back, warm wetness curling around him, teasing him to new heights as her head bobbed slowly.
His cock throbbed, hot and prickly with need; Marinette’s clever tongue about to finish him before he could pleasure her.
What she couldn’t take in, she stroked with her hand, her fingers trailing over his balls, while her other hand was clamped around his leg. She released him with a slurp, but kept pumping him with her hand.
Adrien heaved his head up to look at her, then she winked at him.
‘You doing ok there, Hot Stuff?’
He could only groan in response.
Marinette stood, her hands trailing up his skin as she rose. ‘Would you like to take my pants off?’
‘Yes,’ he answered, emphatically.
She chuckled as he fumbled with the buttons, then tugged her slacks down. She stepped out of them, kicking them to one side. Before she could move, Adrien held her hips, and kissed her through her pink lace panties.
Stroking his hair, she murmured, ‘take me to bed.’
Standing took effort, but once he was up, he stood close to her, his hands winding around to cup her arse. She wrapped her arms around his neck with a sigh, her pelvis moving forward to press against his erection.
Adrien lifted her up with ease, then carried her to his room, where he laid her down near the edge of the bed.
He had long desired to have her like this in his room. He wanted her covered in his scent, just as much as he’d enjoyed being surrounded by her scent.
He took a moment to admire her as she lay across the mattress, her face flushed, breasts heaving, and her legs open. He hooked her panties at the hips and tugged them down, strings of her wetness clinging to the delicate fabric. He groaned, letting her panties drop, then trailed his fingers over her pussy. She was wet, but not enough.
He knelt on the floor, and draped her legs over his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, he licked a long line up her damp folds. Marinette gasped and squirmed, her legs curling around him.
Encouraged, he repeated the motion, then circled his tongue around the hood of her clit.
Marinette hummed appreciatively, letting go of his blanket to stroke his hair.
He enjoyed eating her out. Her smell was intoxicating, her taste divine, and the way she writhed tempted him to keep going until she orgasmed.
Her panting was punctuated with breathy moans. ‘Adrien,’ she whimpered.
She was close. He didn’t need an animal’s instincts to tell him that. Her legs quivered and her hips jerked as he focussed on her sweet spot.
‘Adrien,’ she gasped. ‘I need you.’
With a low growl, he picked her up to lay her down on the pillows. Sweat slicked, with her hair plastered to her skin, she was the very image of debauchery. Slowly, deliberately, Adrien spread his hands over her shoulders, then dragged them slowly down her body. She arched into his touch, then guided his hands back to her breasts. He kneaded them as he knelt between her knees, then slowly leaned forward to kiss down her throat and over the soft swell of flesh.
She cradled his head when he sucked on her nipple, dragging her fingers though his hair.
He let go of one breast, dragging his hand down her body to press into her pussy. With a hum, Marinette spread her legs further. Two of his fingers slid inside easily, the heel of his palm rubbing firmly against her nub when he slid over it.
Marinette sighed, her hands roving over his shoulders, as she slowly moved her hips with his motions.
As her moisture tricked over his hand, Adrien curled his fingers. Marinette tensed and gasped, but released her breath with a low hum. Adrien stroked the spot on her inner wall, carefully gauging her reactions. Marinette wore a faint smile as she watched him, the fondness in her eyes sincere and heart-warming.
Adrien stretched up to kiss her lips, his tongue caressing hers. He kept his ministrations tender, hoping to convey the depth of his love with his actions. He didn’t know if Marinette understood his message, but he could always tell her if his meaning was lost.
His cock twitched again, reminding him of his discomfort.
With a sound akin to a purr, Marinette placed her hands on his shoulders and shoved. In a moment, Adrien was on his back, and staring up at her as she straddled his hips. She rocked against his aching shaft, her moisture leaving a wet trail in her wake.
Adrien ran his hands up and down her thighs, watching her greedily. She was beautiful, her face flushed and her chest heaving. She was powerful, reducing him to a quivering mess, and she knew it. Marinette smiled at him, then gently took hold of his cock, positioning it at her entrance. They both gasped as he slid into her, sheathing him fully without any resistance.
Slowly, Marinette began to move. Hands braced on his belly, she slid back and forth, her arse gliding over his skin.
Changing tactics, she rested her elbows near his shoulders, bringing her face closer to his. She smiled at him as Adrien changed his grip, holding her hips as her spine undulated, moving her up and down his shaft.
She moaned, the new angle teasingly close to her sweet spot.
Her breasts were tantalisingly close, swaying with her movements. Her nipples brushed against his chest, adding a delicious friction.
Suddenly, he pulled her close, crushing her against him and kissing her fiercely. His pelvis rose up to meet her, encouraging her to ride him faster and harder.
Marinette grasped his face with both hands, returning his fevered kisses. Her backside lifted, then thrust down hard, pushing him into the mattress. Releasing him, she sat up and bounced, her breasts copying the action.
Adrien groaned, his hands roving over her body. Her heated flesh surrounding him was slick, her juices trickling down his shaft and onto the bedding. He ached, but he wasn’t ready to finish yet. As much as Marinette appeared to be enjoying herself, she was not nearing completion as quickly as he was.
Lifting himself into a reclining position, Adrien pulled her into a sloppy kiss.
‘Turn around,’ he panted in her ear.
Marinette hummed wantonly, then drew back. His cock slid out with a slick squelch, then bobbed in the air, cool compared to Marinette’s hot body.
She crawled in a tight circle until her backside was in his face. Unable to resist temptation, Adrien ran his tongue from her pussy up to the top of her arse in a firm line. Marinette gasped, then moaned low in her throat.
She lowered her head, then took him in her mouth again. He gripped her waist, then sucked on her wet pussy as she continued to work his dick.
Tonguing her clit, he hummed when she began to squirm. As her own moan of pleasure vibrated around him, Adrien pressed into her folds, smothering his vocalisations with her moist flesh. He licked and sucked feverishly, his tongue working her, determined to push her over the edge first.
Marinette shuddered and her legs began to quiver. Her head stilled for a moment before it resumed bobbing up and down, her teeth dragging delicately over his sensitive skin.
Without warning, the tight coil in his groin released. Adrien came with a startled shout, expelling himself in her mouth.
With an audible gulp, Marinette took all he had, her hand still pumping his shaft where her mouth couldn’t reach.
As he softened, Marinette sat up and slowly turned to face him. Instantly, Adrien felt embarrassed.
‘I’m sorry, I meant to make you finish first,’ he began.
Marinette held a finger to his lips, and shushed him. ‘Not every time is going to be perfect,’ she told him, ‘and you’ve made sure I finished first just about every time before now. You’ve always taken care of me. Plus, I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.’
‘But aren’t you dissatisfied?’
She stretched out beside him, pressing close to his side. ‘It was enough. But I expect you to blow my mind next time.’
‘I can blow more than your mind,’ he assured her with a lascivious smirk.
‘You’d better. Now, we have work tomorrow. Go shower and go to sleep.’
‘Yes, Milady,’ he replied. ‘Care to join me?’
She returned his smirk, then pushed up to accompany him to the bathroom.
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