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Dangerous Games	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 11606 -:- 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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By Monday afternoon, Marinette had borne enough. Her skin was healing well, and she was quickly becoming frustrated with her parents’ continued fussing. They insisted she remain in the loungeroom doing as little physical labour as possible, and panicked if she even offered to help in the bakery or around the house. This left her bored and discontent, a feeling even her sketching could not ease.
Her only distractions were when Alya came to visit. She stopped by almost every day after work, telling Marinette of the antics her workmates got up to. Over the weekend, she divulged, in vivid detail, how well Nino performed in the bedroom.
Marinette had blushed profusely, but listened intently to every word. She did not tell Alya she had been sleeping with Adrien for weeks, now. Instead, she asked for tips, hoping to surprise Adrien once her skin grew tough enough.
However, on that Monday afternoon, Marinette sat on the lounge and tapped her foot impatiently. She wanted to leave, but convincing Tom and Sabine to let her go would be a challenge.
‘Why not just walk out, then?’ Tikki suggested. She sat on the rim of a plate, eating biscuits at a great rate of knots, and barely stopping for breath. ‘I know you’re tired of your parents’ overprotectiveness, and I have to admit, I’m a bit over it, too.’
Marinette blinked, then sat up to lean forward. ‘Are you telling me you’ve finally had enough biscuits?’
Tikki gasped, and covered the remaining biscuits with her arms. ‘Shush, they’ll hear you. Of course, I can never have enough biscuits. What I meant is that I’m tired of having to skulk around like some two-bit phantom in the night. I miss having freedom of movement. At least if we bunked with Adrien, we wouldn’t have to hide my presence, and I could see Plagg again.’
‘Oh, so that’s what this is about,’ Marinette said, knowingly. ‘You miss your boyfriend, too.’
‘That smelly old sock? No, I just want to be able to find food when I want, not just when there are no people about.’
‘Sure, sure.’
Tikki gave her a flat stare, then bit pointedly into a biscuit.
‘You make a good point, though. I’m an adult, and I still have a key to Adrien’s place.’
Tikki’s face lit up. ‘What’re you waiting for? Get moving.’
With a grin, Marinette sprang to her feet and raced upstairs. She shoved her clothes into one bag, and her personal items into the other.
While Tom was working in the kitchen, and Sabine was busy with a line of customers, Marinette snuck out the rear door and walked quickly away, Tikki hidden inside her purse.

Marinette knew Adrien would be home late that day. According to his texts, he had a photoshoot for a big client who wanted to join forces with Gabriel for a two-pronged attack against their competitors. Together, they would advertise Gabriel fashion, and the client’s highly successful cosmetics brand.
Marinette snickered at the idea of Adrien wearing blue eyeshadow and bright red lipstick. The colours were too bold for his complexion, but the thought amused her nonetheless.
She retrieved his key from one of her bags and let herself in. His apartment was bright and sunny, the afternoon light washing the room in a warm, golden glow. She opened a window to let in some fresh air, then closed it again when the unpleasantly dry heat scorched her face.
‘Ugh, I hate summer,’ she groused.
Tikki had flown to the kitchen, and was inspecting the cupboards. ‘Plagg doesn’t have a space,’ she commented.
‘What was that?’ Marinette called from the lounge.
‘Plagg doesn’t have his own cupboard,’ Tikki repeated. ‘They’re all filled with cans and jars, and other human junk.’
‘Maybe he has a space somewhere else,’ Marinette shrugged.
Tikki muttered to herself as she explored the rest of the apartment. Marinette, however, leaned forward to peel her shirt away from her skin.
Her speedy walk in the summer heat had left her sweaty and uncomfortable. She desperately wanted a shower, but none of the clothes she brought suited her needs.
Biting her lip, she inched toward the front door, and cracked it open. Peeking through the gap, she studied her own apartment door.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she ducked back to her purse, dug out her keys, and scurried into her ruined apartment.
The blaze had been confined to one corner of her living room, but her lounge was destroyed, and she would have to talk to the landlord about new flooring. The paint had blistered and peeled on the ceiling, and smoke damage discoloured much of it.
Marinette squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to think of what could have been.
She turned to her bedroom and opened her closet. Sniffing her clothes, she was pleasantly surprised to note they didn’t smell too bad. Since the windows had shattered with the explosion, most of the smoke had wafted outside rather than down the hall to her room.
Grinning with relief, Marinette pulled a pile of clothes from the hangers and drawers. Sufficiently loaded up, she carted her haul back to Adrien’s place, kicking the doors shut behind her.
She showered in Adrien’s bathroom, relishing using his shampoo and bodywash. Carefully, she bathed her still tender skin in the cool water, rinsed, then stepped out to brusquely dry off.
She slipped into her favourite tank top and light shorts, and brushed her hair as she walked back to the living room.
Adrien was standing in the middle of the room when she emerged, staring blankly at the pile of clothes she left on the couch.
‘Sorry for the imposition,’ she apologised. ‘I love my parents, but they were driving Tikki and me up the wall. I hope it’s ok for us to stay here while my apartment’s fixed up.’
Adrien turned to her with an easy smile that morphed into a smirk as he stared at her. ‘You’re always welcome here, Marinette, especially when you greet me with such a lovely sight.’
She tilted her head and frowned. Instead of explaining, Adrien approached her to rest his hands on her hips.
‘I love that top. It’s my favourite and holds such special memories,’ he murmured.
Bemused, Marinette glanced down. Her nipples, still hard after her cool shower, showed clearly through the partially transparent pink fabric.
She squeaked, quickly bringing her arms up to cover herself as she blushed furiously.
Adrien’s expression softened. Gently, he pried her arms away from her body, holding her wrists between them as he looked at her fondly.
‘I’ve already seen you naked, remember? There’s no need to hide from me.’
He urged her forward with a slight tug. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he stroked her cheek with his free hand, trailing his fingertips down her throat. Then, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
Marinette melted against him. She parted her lips, and felt his tongue slide in, meeting hers in a sensual caress. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed against him, hoping to convey how much she missed him.
‘God, I’ve missed you,’ he breathed against her lips, as if he’d read her mind.
She hummed her agreement as she kissed a line along his jaw, and nibbled lightly on his ear lobe.
Adrien giggled and ducked his head. ‘Sorry, that tickled.’
She huffed a laugh, then returned to kissing his jaw and down his throat. ‘I missed you, too, Love.’
He lightly grasped her face, tilting her head up until she looked him in the eyes.
‘You called me Love,’ he whispered, eyes misty.
Marinette let her hands drape over his shoulders. ‘Because I love you,’ she replied.
‘I’ve called you that before,’ he pointed out.
‘You have.’
‘So, now you finally reciprocate my feelings?’
She shook her head. ‘I’ve always loved you, Silly Kitty, I just wasn’t ready to say it. At least, not to your face.’
‘Why not?’
Marinette shrugged and glanced away. ‘I don’t know. I guess I was afraid you’d be freaked out by the depth of my feelings and run away.’
‘My feelings for you have run extremely deep for a decade now. You know that. Your feelings could never scare me off.’
She peered up at him through her lashes. ‘I never said it was a reasonable fear, I don’t even know if it’s accurate. I just know that I do love you, and now I feel comfortable telling you.’
Adrien closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers, his arms still tight about her waist. ‘Marinette, I know there are no candles, or soft music. I haven’t prepared a meal, or poured you a glass of wine, but I would still very much like to make love to you right now.’
Her heart fluttered, and her pulse raced. Taking a deep breath, she met his eyes, so close to her own. ‘I’d like that, too.’
Before she knew who he was, their evenings together felt more like a friends with benefits arrangement, than that of paired lovers. They were coming to terms with the change in dynamics, and evolving into a more conventional romantic relationship, but it felt like it had taken a long time.
As Adrien’s hands dragged down her back to cup her rear, she was relieved that, even though they’d taken a circuitous route, they had come together at last.
Adrien directed her to his bedroom, where his hands slid up her belly to hold her breasts while he kissed her. He hummed as he delicately pinched her nipples, then kneaded the soft flesh.
Marinette had wound her fingers in his hair, then let her hands drift down the back of his shirt. His shoulders were broad and his back muscles were well defined. She enjoyed stroking his silky skin, and pushed closer so she could feel more of it.
With a small grunt, Adrien pulled away to tug his shirt off. Bare chested, he stepped back in, his hands once again under her top.
Marinette, however, moved in too close for him to comfortably continue massaging her breasts. Undeterred, Adrien slipped his hands around her sides, and rested against her back.
While she explored his back with her hands, he was dragging his down below the waistband of her light shorts.
‘Forget something, Love?’ he asked, as his fingers dipped lower.
Marinette raised a leg, and wrapped it around his. ‘Nope’ she breathed, as his fingers stroked between her damp folds.
Adrien released a long exhale before he kissed down her throat, his fingers stroking her nub from behind.
She hummed her approval, then began unfastening his jeans. His cock was beginning to strain against the confines of his clothing and it looked uncomfortable. She tugged his pants and underwear down, freeing his growing erection.
He released her to remove his jeans himself, nudging them aside with his foot.
She cupped his face and stared into his eyes. He returned the look, then slowly eased her top over her head. She raised her arms and let him undress her, then he knelt before her and pulled her shorts off as well. She stepped out of the sodden garment, and trailed her fingers through Adrien’s hair.
Looking up at her, he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue slowly lapping.
A shiver ran up Marinette’s spine. She hummed lowly through a sigh, and continued stroking his head.
Adrien’s skilful tongue worked her up gradually, his movements slow and sensual. He held her thighs, squeezing occasionally and rubbing absently with his thumbs.
With a final, drawn-out suck, he withdrew and stood up. Pulling her close, he cradled her head with one hand and splayed his other over her back. Marinette returned his embrace, his shaft hot and twitching between them.
Tenderly, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down gently against the pillows. He lowered himself on his elbows and knees until he hovered over her, staring intently into her eyes.
She wrapped her arms around his neck once more. ‘Love me,’ she whispered.
His expression softened into an affectionate smile, and he steadily lowered his bodyweight.
Marinette opened her legs, allowing him to rest comfortably between them, but gasped when his foot bumped the newly healing skin on her calf.
His eyes widened in horror, and he sprang away from her.
‘Damn it, I’m so sorry, Marinette. I should’ve known to be more careful. You’re still healing, and I’m a thoughtless idiot.’
Marinette held her hands up with soothing shushing noises. ‘I’m ok, I’m ok. It was just a little bump. There’s not even any blood, see?’ She turned her leg over for his inspection.
Still, he looked miserable.
Marinette crawled forward until she straddled his lap, then held his face until he looked at her. ‘I still want this. I want this with you, here and now.’
Tentatively, he reached around until he’d cupped her arse. ‘Are you sure?’
She nodded. ‘Absolutely. We just need to be creative.’
Adrien nodded once as well, as if he’d come to a decision. Still holding her close, he rose to his knees, and shuffled across the mattress to the head of the bed. There, he lay her down again.
‘Turn onto your right side,’ he instructed.
She did as she was told, rolling over until he was behind her. Moving closer, he caught her left leg, and hooked it over his hip. He burrowed his right arm underneath her ribs, while his other arm draped over the top of her to rub her breasts.
When he moved his hips, his shaft appeared from between her legs, sliding against her folds and stroking her nub.
Marinette groaned, her left arm curling behind her head to hold Adrien close as he licked and sucked on her shoulder and neck.
Her pussy felt warm and tingled pleasantly, the low heat in her belly rapidly rising. Her own juices trickled down her skin, spread around by Adrien’s cock.
His left hand dragged down her belly to rub her clit. A loud, needy whine escaped her, her right hand clenching in his sheets.
His breathing turned into deep panting, washing over her heated skin as he continued to kiss, lick, and suck on her exposed skin.
She wished she could kiss some part of him, too. She let go of his head as an idea occurred to her. With gentle movements, she guided his other hand away from her breast and toward her face. Shaping his hand, she inserted one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked.
His answering groan was debauched, pre-cum dribbling from his head.
Satisfied with the result, she kept going, humming and curling her tongue around his finger.
Adrien gasped and drew back, ceasing rubbing her off. Before she could ask what he was doing, he positioned his head at her entrance, and pushed in.
They moaned simultaneously as he eased forward, until he was fully sheathed within her. He paused, allowing them both a moment to adjust. Then, he pulled back, and slowly thrust forward again.
‘Fuck,’ grunted Adrien. ‘You’re so hot.’
She moaned in response, then guided his hand down so he could resume rubbing her off.
He complied, lubricating her with their combined fluids.
They filled the air with sighs, moans, and the slick sounds of wet skin connecting over and over.
Marinette brought a second finger into her mouth, a thrill racing through her at Adrien’s wanton hum vibrating against her back. His movements against her nub increased, the added pressure jolting her hips back as her nerves became overstimulated.
Her moans were as lurid as his, her legs quivering and her juices dripping.
Adrien removed his fingers from her mouth, and pulled out. A rush of her own fluids followed his retreat, running down her leg and soaking his sheets.
She sagged at the loss, but then she felt him lift her into position on top of him. She now straddled his hips, her back to him. His cock was upright before her, slick with her moisture, and waiting.
She took him with both hands, one rubbing his head, while the other pumped the shaft. Adrien moaned and massaged her arse.
‘Marinette,’ he panted.
She rose on unsteady legs, then lowered herself over him. She gasped at the new angle, as she sank down slowly.
Adrien didn’t wait. He thrust up, his hands holding her backside firmly, as she rocked with the movement.
Her jaw dropped, and her breathing was accompanied by wordless moans. Her head fell back as Adrien reached around and began rubbing her off again. Somehow, he managed to keep his hand firmly in place while he thrust, his arms flowing with the motion, rather than trying to push against it.
The heat inside her was building. Her spine curved, and her legs twitched. Suddenly, everything felt like too much. She wailed, her hips jerked back as her legs spasmed, but Adrien held her in place.
She teetered as her body threatened to slump over.
Adrien sat up, wrapping one arm around her to hold her up.
‘Not yet, Love,’ he groaned in her ear. ‘Hold on for a little longer.’
She shook her head, doubtful she could stop herself from going over the edge.
With a grunt, he turned them over until Marinette lay on her belly under him. He pulled her hips up, encouraging her to rise to her elbows.
She hauled herself up, and hugged his pillow as he thrust into her from behind. His pelvis met her rear with a clap, rocking her forward with each push.
He refrained from rubbing her clit. His hands, though, massaged her back, stomach, and breasts, gliding smoothly over her sweaty skin.
Marinette clenched her jaw, and moaned. Despite his efforts to help her last longer, she was already too close to completion. Her spine undulated, and her hips curved and swayed. She trembled all over as the heat from her pussy radiated to every part of her body.
She cried out and bucked wildly, her nerve endings ablaze. Her juices dripped freely to the bedding, while Adrien remained deep inside her.
He stilled, waiting for her to ride out her orgasm, but she could tell he was still hard.
Once she had stopped moving, he began again. This time, he stroked her oversensitive nub gently, his pace almost sedate.
He worked her up again slowly, persisting through her mindless wailing.
As she reached her second climax, Adrien came with a shout. She felt him spill deep within her, throbbing and pulsing with the force of his release.
He pulled out, their combined fluids flowing after him. With a grunt, he expelled the last of his seed, letting it trickle over her arse and pussy.
They collapsed side by side onto the bed, and lay still for a moment while they caught their breaths. After a few minutes, Adrien pulled Marinette half on top of him and out of the wet patch.
She rested her cheek against his chest and enjoyed the feeling of laying with him, skin to skin.
He stroked her hair lazily. ‘I love you,’ he breathed.
Marinette placed a languorous kiss on his pectoral. ‘I love you, too.’
Sated and unable to move, she fell asleep listening to Adrien’s steady heartbeats.
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