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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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Marinette had awoken before him, and prepared breakfast. The smell of food cooking drew Adrien from his bed, and pulled him down the hall to the kitchen. Marinette was standing by the stove, dressed in one of his shirts and with her back to him, as she flipped something in a frypan.
‘Good morning, Love,’ he greeted her, placing his hands on her hips and nosing her ear.
‘Morning, Dearest,’ she returned, with a smile. ‘Go shower and dress. It’ll be done when you’re ready.’
He hummed his assent, then turned back for the bathroom.
Once he was dressed, he returned to the main room as Marinette was plating up. He took a seat at the kitchen counter and grinned at the stack of pancakes and fresh berries.
‘I hope you don’t mind me using your things,’ Marinette said as she sat down opposite him with her own plate.
‘I don’t mind at all. I’d love to wake up to this every morning,’ he replied.
The scene was so idyllic and domestic, like a flash of what they could become. The sense of home and love was strong enough to make his eyes prickle.
‘Don’t get used to it,’ she warned. ‘It’s rare that I wake up so early.’
Adrien leaned across the counter and tilted her chin up to kiss her tenderly. He absently noted she’d already showered and brushed her teeth, the soft scent of shampoo tickling his nose.
He sat back with a smile, taking in her dazed, but delighted, expression. ‘I know. Maybe next time, I’ll make you breakfast in bed.’
A light blush coloured her cheeks. She looked away and coughed into her fist, then began to eat to avoid replying.
Adrien’s grin turned mischievous. ‘Where did your mind just go, Love?’
‘Nowhere,’ she squeaked, a little too quickly.
He merely hummed before picking up his fork.
He finished getting ready for work, then gave Marinette a list of things to do to remain safe while there alone. She took his instructions in stride, but he noticed the subtle eye rolls and the way she humoured him. With a huff, he kissed her goodbye and departed. She waved from the doorway, looking small and forlorn. Never had he wanted to call in a sick day as much as he did then.
He forced himself to keep going, and arrived at Gabriel’s to receive a tirade on the fickleness of the industry. Gabriel ranted in his office about unreliable colleagues, flaky partners, and the general discontent he felt on most subjects for over an hour.
Adrien let his mind drift, while Nathalie pretended to listen as she made notes for her own jobs that day.
After Gabriel’s “debriefing” he was then to feature in another photoshoot, meet potential partners, and maintain professional contacts for future business developments. It was long, tedious work, when he wanted nothing more than to remain in bed with Marinette.
He called her between each of his tasks, and again during lunch. Each time, she seemed happy and safe, assuring him everything was quiet. He heard the exasperation in her voice, softened by her love for him, but he could tell she would quickly tire of his overprotectiveness. He promised himself he would be more relaxed over upcoming days.
While he was in a board meeting later in the afternoon, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Discreetly, he eased it out and checked the screen, holding it to the side where no one sat next to him. Sitting to Gabriel’s immediate right placed him near the head of the table, and freed up a side away from prying eyes.
His phone told him he had one new message. Opening it, he saw it was a picture from Marinette. She had sent him a photo of herself, from her chin to her thighs, completely naked and captioned, I need you.
Adrien felt hot all over. She was touching herself in an obvious attempt to arouse him, and it worked.
That little minx.
Adrien gulped, then forced himself to focus on the meeting. His semi took a long time to subside.

That evening, Adrien wearily pushed his door open, sighing as he toed off his shoes and let his bag drop.
‘Adrien?’ Marinette called from the bedroom.
‘It’s me,’ he replied.
The smell of something roasting met his nose. He lifted his face and sniffed, a happy smile lighting his tired face.
‘Lamb and vegetables,’ explained Marinette as she stepped out of the hallway. ‘I hope you like it.’
Adrien snorted, almost choking on his tongue when he drew in a sharp breath. She was wearing her pale pink shirt, and nothing else.
‘My parents called today,’ she went on, conversationally, as she went to check on their meal’s progress. ‘They weren’t pleased I’d left, but I told them I was an adult now, capable of making my own decisions. They were mad, but they’re just worried. I can’t hold that against them. Alya called too. She, on the other hand, was thrilled. She even mentioned wanting to come over on Friday night for a group hangout. I said yes, figuring we could bring up that plan you and Plagg cooked up.’
Entranced, he approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. ‘Are you trying to kill me?’ he asked, hoarsely.
Already, he could feel the first stirrings of an erection.
Marinette rolled her backside, grinding against his crotch. ‘I have no idea what you mean. Dinner’s ready.’
Adrien reached around her and flicked off all the dials. Then, he slid his hands under her top, and watched them progress up underneath the semitransparent fabric until he’d cupped her breasts. He exhaled a deep breath as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, while she pushed back with her rear.
‘Did you like my picture?’ she murmured.
He nipped her ear. ‘You almost gave me a full hard on while I was in a board meeting, you wicked vixen.’
‘Oh no,’ she giggled, blatantly unrepentant.
‘How do you plan on making it up to me?’
She turned around, the heat in her eyes clear as she pushed against his chest. He let her shove him backward until he fell against the lounge. She glanced at him appraisingly, then knelt between his knees, and unfastened his slacks. He raised his hips to help her tug them, and his underwear off, his semi pushing against the fabric until it was removed.
Marinette crawled up to perch on his legs, then took his cock in both hands. She rubbed the head with one, while pumping the shaft with the other, until he was fully erect. She then slid back off his lap to the floor, then kissed his tip before taking him in her mouth.
He groaned, the moist hotness surrounding him heady and dizzying. She curled her tongue around one side of him as she raised her head, then curled it around the other side as she lowered it.
Adrien slumped back against the headrest as his mouth dropped open. His fist clenched in the couch cushion, but he stroked her hair lightly with his other hand.
What Marinette couldn’t take in her mouth, she pumped with her hands. One worked his shaft, while the other delicately massaged his balls. She hummed when he twitched, the vibrations making him gasp and groan. With tiny sucking noises, she raised her head, swirling her tongue around his tip, before descending once more.
She was working him slowly, her teeth carefully dragging along the delicate skin at irregular intervals. He moaned at each instance, unable to anticipate when she’d do it next.
The heat in his groin built, steadily growing under her clever tongue. Sharp tingles announced an approaching orgasm moments before his release suddenly hit.
He tried to warn her, but all that emerged from his throat was a stifled grunt. He came, his cock deep in her mouth, so she took everything he had to offer.
He fell back, limp. Marinette wiped her lips with the hem of her shirt, then climbed back into his lap.
‘Does that make up for my actions earlier?’ she asked.
He moaned, unable to answer properly.
‘Shall we prepare for dinner now?’
Another groan.
Marinette smiled, washed up in the bathroom, then prepared their plates and brought them back to the lounge to eat. He noticed moisture clinging to her thighs, and licked his lips. Then, their conversation that morning became abruptly clear.
‘This morning,’ he began, ‘when I said I’d make you breakfast in bed. Would you settle for being dessert in bed instead?’
Colour ran up her throat to tint her cheeks. ‘Sure, we could do that.’
Adrien grinned, then returned to his meal, finishing quickly. He then went to the bathroom to shower, brush his teeth, and change into clean track pants.
Marinette was sitting with her back against the far arm of the couch, her feet on the cushions as she waited. With a leer, he placed one hand on the back of the lounge, the other by her hip, to cage her there. Then, he took a moment to admire her. Her long legs, her breasts visible through her top, her luscious lips. With a low growl, he took her ankle and rested it atop the back of the couch, before settling between her legs.
She was still damp, her moisture glistening in the light.
He exhaled a long sigh, making her shudder as his breath fanned over her skin. Then, he was kissing her nub, and dragging his tongue up her folds.
Marinette moaned as her back arched. Her breathing turned heavy, and her mouth fell open, drool gathering at the corner of her lips.
Adrien redoubled his efforts, determined to reduce her to a screaming, quivering mess. He lapped up her juices, and sucked hard on her clit, pushing her folds aside with slick fingers.
Marinette began to tremble, her moans wanton and loud.
Encouraged, he inserted two fingers, pushing them in completely when they met no resistance. He pumped while he ate her out, curling his fingers to stroke her inner walls, and finding her sweet spot.
Marinette’s whole body shuddered, before she snapped her legs shut around his head with a keening wail.
Adrien persisted, delighting in the feeling of her clamped around him. Like this, his senses only registered her. His world was nothing but the scent, sound, feel, sight, and taste of Marinette.
She writhed under him, squirming and twitching as she tried to anchor herself through the throes of her orgasm. Adrien sucked hard as her juices flowed, eager to take in as much of her as she had of him.
Finally, he drew back. She law sprawled on the couch, her hair and shirt clinging to her sweaty skin as her legs fell open. Her breasts heaved, and her face was flushed, her limbs still twitching with residual spasms.
He levered himself upright, then assisted her into the shower, steadying her wobbly legs. He brushed his teeth again while she cleaned up, then they fell side by side into bed. Neither of them bothered to put clothes on.
Marinette curled against him, resting her cheek on his shoulder, while he stroked her hair and ran his hand up and down her arm.
‘What were you saying before about Alya coming over?’ Adrien asked.
She hummed. ‘Alya wanted all of us to catch up on Friday. You, me, her, and Nino. Something about having dinner together, or watching a movie. I agreed, since I thought it was the perfect opportunity to bring up that plan you and Plagg worked out.’
Adrien cast his mind back, thinking. ‘Where are Plagg and Tikki?’
‘They were asleep together on the loungeroom windowsill the last I saw. They were very sweet.’
‘Ok. So, are you sure you want to tell Alya and Nino our secret identities? It’s fine if you don’t.’
He felt her shake her head. ‘No, I want to. It’ll make things easier when we put your plan into action. You don’t think Alya’ll be mad, do you?’
The sudden vulnerability in her voice pained him. ‘Alya’s an intelligent adult. I’m sure she’ll understand why you’ve kept it secret. Nino will act as a buffer, too.’
‘They both know we’re dating, right? I mean, I’ve told Alya, and I’ll bet she’s told Nino, but I think he’d appreciate hearing it from you.’
‘You know, I have no idea. I’ll call him tomorrow and fill him in, under the pretext of arranging Friday night.’
‘So smooth,’ she teased.
Adrien cradled the back of her head and kissed her crown. ‘Hush, woman. Go to sleep.’
With a giggle, she answered, ‘yes sir,’ before relaxing against him, one arm draped over his middle.
She fell asleep immediately, but Adrien lay awake, hoping his plans would work out how he’d imagined. He didn’t want to dwell on the possibilities and consequences of failure, but they plagued his dreams all night.
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