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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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Bubbles spilled over the lip of the champagne bottle, accompanied by loud cheering. Glasses clinked against the neck, spilling the frothy liquid as they met with delighted enthusiasm.
Tom held up his glass, the sunlight catching and refracting in the delicate yellow liquid.
The rest of the party gathered fell silent, awaiting his toast. Marinette looked to Sabine, Adrien, Nino, and Alya, smiling widely.
They were all gathered in the park beside the bakery, enjoying the clear sunlight, and celebrating the incarceration of Nathaniel Kurtzberg.
They had received the news that morning of his trial, and the conviction. Nathaniel had been sentenced to seven years imprisonment for stalking, one year for breaking and entering, another five years for the death threats he’d sent, and an additional fifteen years for attempted homicide. With no chance for parole, he faced a maximum sentence of twenty-eight years. It was better than Marinette had hoped for.
It was also a massive weight off her shoulders.
‘Today,’ Tom declared, ‘we celebrate a great victory. With our family and friends, we honour the time, hard work, and dedication of the team of police men and women who worked tirelessly to bring all the clues to light. We raise our glasses to the wisdom of the courts, and thank them for their sympathy and understanding, and the justness of the penalty they have handed down. Finally, we thank the heroes who helped bring the criminal down, two of whom are here today.’
Marinette’s breath caught in her throat, and she heard Adrien choke on his tongue as his eyes bulged.
‘To Alya and Nino,’ Tom finished, raising his glass at them. ‘The unsung saviours of the night.’
Alya cackled, holding her glass to one side as she doubled over. Her eyes were watering as she peered up at Marinette.
Adrien released a not-so-subtle sigh of relief, as Marinette returned Alya’s look with an unimpressed glare.
‘Let’s not forget the literal heroes,’ Nino stepped in, distracting Tom and Sabine from the bizarre exchange. ‘Without Chat Noir and Ladybug, Monsieur Kurtzberg would’ve escaped.’
‘You’re right, of course,’ Sabine agreed. She raised her glass, meeting Tom’s above the centre of the group.
‘To Ladybug and Chat Noir,’ they intoned, their glasses coming together at once.
‘Now will you tell us what happened?’ Sabine begged Alya and Nino.
As per the court’s orders, they had not spoken of that night at all, at least, not to the elder couple. They listened with rapt attention as Alya and Nino recited the events of the evening, excited to finally be hearing the full story. However, the left out the issue of identities and told them the same falsity they had previously agreed on pertaining to the defeat of Papillon.
Marinette shook her head, hiding an indulgent smile behind her flute as she sipped her champagne.
Adrien wrapped an arm around her shoulders, watching the retelling with a similar expression.
‘That’s all so very exciting, like something from a comic book,’ Sabine marvelled.
Tom nodded. ‘Truly miraculous. I’m impressed you managed to keep your head, Alya.’
Marinette snorted into her glass as Alya spluttered, trying valiantly to defend herself, without success. It was much too late; everyone present had known for years what a die-hard fan she was.
‘So,’ Tom drawled, continuing his attack. ‘When are you and Nino going to marry?’
Nino came to Alya’s rescue when all she could utter was unintelligible stammering.
‘We haven’t found a mutually convenient date, but we’re thinking some time in the winter. My fiancé is quite taken with the idea of a winter wedding. I think she likes the alliteration.’
Sabine clasped her hands beside her cheek. ‘How romantic – a wedding to coincide with the first snowfall of the season. The photos will be gorgeous.’
‘That reminds me,’ Alya said with a start. ‘Marinette, will you be my maid of honour?’
Marinette placed a hand over her heart, her breath catching. ‘I would be delighted.’
Alya stepped out of Nino’s hold to wrap Marinette in a hug. Trying not to tear up, Marinette sniffled, and returned the embrace.
Behind them, Nino turned nonchalantly to Adrien. ‘Will you be my best man?’
Adrien regarded him coolly for a moment. ‘Only if I get a hug, too.’
Rolling his eyes, Nino opened his arms and stepped to Adrien, hugging him so tight, he squeaked.
They spent the afternoon basking in the sun, eating sweets Tom and Sabine provided, and enjoying each other’s company. As evening fell, they parted ways and went home.
Adrien drove the sleek car he’d once borrowed from Gabriel for an evening out, claiming they needed the luxury to help celebrate the occasion. Marinette nodded, letting him chauffeur her around like a lady of quality. In the back seat, Plagg and Tikki devoured the leftovers Sabine had foisted upon them as they’d left.
While stopped at a red light, Adrien’s hand drifted over to rest on her thigh, below the hem of her flowy, floral skirt. Caressing her with his thumb, he glanced at her with a soft smile.
Marinette returned the look, a blush warming her face as she nodded, almost imperceptibly.
Adrien’s hand inched upward, even as he faced forward once the light turned green. Marinette widened her legs when his hand met her panties, giving him enough space to rub her through the soft lace. He accepted her invitation, and soon, his movements were accompanied with slick sounds as she quickly grew wet.
He raised an eyebrow at her, but she just shrugged.
‘It’s been a while,’ she murmured.
Adrien’s pupils dilated as he licked his lips. ‘I need to get you home.’
She shuddered at his husky voice, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his lap and ride him hard right there.
His fingers slid inside the leg of her underwear, pushing the fabric aside as he dipped his fingers into her moist folds. He kept his eyes on the road, but a noticeable bulge was growing in his lap.
Marinette rolled her hips, his fingers sliding against her nub. She drew in a deep breath, then levered herself up, and tugged her panties down her legs, and letting them drop into the footwell.
Adrien watched from the corner of his eye, his mouth slightly open as his breathing grew heavy.
Rather than park in front of their apartment building, Adrien drove to the rear, accessing the underground parking lot they’d never had cause to use. He pulled into a dim corner space, away from the other residents’ vehicles. Then, he switched off the ignition, and leaned toward Marinette with hungry eyes.
She met him in the middle, returning his heated kisses with interest.
There were twin exclamations of disgust and surprise from the backseat, before Plagg and Tikki phased through the roof of the car.
‘We’ll be waiting in Marinette’s old apartment,’ Tikki called, her voice growing fainter the farther she went.
Marinette and Adrien ignored them. He had pulled his hand out from under her skirt to hold her hip, the other on her waist. He was instinctively drawing her closer, but the confines of the car would not allow it.
Marinette broke their kiss with a slurp, leaning back to look at him through lust hazed eyes. Then, she clumsily shuffled between the front seats to sprawl over the back, shoving the remains of Tikki’s and Plagg’s meal to the floor.
Adrien watched with a predator’s intensity, then followed her. His movements were less graceful, hampered as he was with a full erection and the confined space. He shucked his shirt, and slid his hands under Marinette’s top and bra, kneading her breasts tenderly as he leaned down to resume kissing her.
His tongue was hot and insistent, swiping across her own eagerly. She kissed back just as passionately, nipping his lip when they pulled back for breath.
Marinette raised her left leg to place her heel over the headrest, allowing Adrien to lay comfortably atop her. She ignored the seatbelt buckles digging into her back, and focussed on unfastening Adrien’s jeans.
He leaned back and performed the task for her, pushing his pants down and freeing his cock. Kneeling on the seat between her legs, he shoved her shirt and bra up to her chin, before sucking on her breasts, pumping his shaft himself.
Marinette groaned at the sound his hand made, and pulled the hem of her skirt up to her hips.
Adrien pulled back to look at her laid out beneath him, exposed and wanting. He dug his hands under her back and pulled her into a sitting position, shuffling around until she straddled his lap.
‘Oh, this is much better,’ she murmured, staring at him hungrily.
He grinned licentiously back. ‘I’ll bet. No more buckles gouging your back, now.’
Marinette hummed in agreement as she took him in both hands. She worked him expertly, as his head flopped back and his mouth dropped open.
She leaned in and ran sloppy kisses over his throat and chest, still pumping him by hand. Pressing as close as she could, she rubbed against him, her soft flesh flattening against his broad chest.
Her hips rolled as her moisture dripped, their mingled scents filling the car. She pressed his cock against her pussy, rising to her knees to feel him against her nub.
Their panting turned into moans and raspy utterances of each other’s names. Feeling wicked, Marinette eased herself over Adrien’s dick, slowly taking him in. Once he was fully sheathed, she paused, enjoying the feeling of him inside her.
Only when he grunted, urging her with a desperate movement of his hips, did she begin to move. She rode him with increasing speed, her breasts bouncing.
Adrien held her thighs, his head lolling against the headrest, as his pelvis rose to meet her backside. Their bodies met with a wet slap, their combined fluids spreading across skin and seat leather alike.
Adrien’s moaning increased in volume, more like a prolonged shout. His cock shuddered and pulsed, Marinette pulling him out just before he expelled his essence.
He came with a yell, his seed shooting over her pussy and inner thighs.
Marinette leaned back on her heels, admiring her work. Adrien heaved his head up, grasping his still-throbbing cock. He pumped it himself as Marinette leaned in to kiss him, her tongue mapping his mouth with broad swipes.
He came a second time, his fluid hitting her breasts, to drip from her nipples.
She leaned back as he softened, smiling in satisfaction. Adrien could barely raise his head, his eyes dark and distant.
‘You doing ok there, Hot Stuff?’
He groaned, but the weak thrust of his hips indicated he was going to have his way with her, with interest, once he’d recovered.
Marinette kissed him briefly on the lips, then leaned back to retrieve his shirt. She watched him tug it over his head, then let him ogle her as she removed her bra, to tuck it into her purse. She pulled her white shirt over her sticky skin, her hardened nipples clearly visible. The fabric stuck to her, glued down by sweat and semen.
She rubbed her breasts through her shirt, watching as Adrien’s breath caught, his attention arrested by her actions. His eyes still on her body, she tugged her skirt down, concealing her nakedness, and his leavings still drying on her skin.
Smiling wantonly, she slid off his lap, and got out the car. She steadied herself on the doorframe, her knees wobbly and reluctant to hold her weight.
Adrien pulled his jeans up, and tucked himself carefully inside before following her. He fished the keys from his pocket, and locked the doors with a small chirrup from the lock pad.
Holding her hand out, Marinette waited until he placed his fingers in her palm, then led him to the elevator doors.
Adrien pulled her against him inside the lift, her back against his chest so he could massage her breasts through her top. She was sure he could feel his own moisture soaking the fabric; certainly she could feel the dampness rubbing against her.
She pressed her arse into his groin, rolling against him slowly. His right hand drifted down her belly and up under her skirt to cup her crotch. He rubbed her tenderly, his breathing stuttering as he encountered more of his own leavings.
He groaned in her ear, as she wound her arms behind his neck. He took advantage of his position to kiss her neck and shoulder, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Mercifully, they made it to the top floor undisturbed. As darkness had already fallen, everyone who worked day shifts were already inside, and those who worked nights had departed long ago. Marinette inwardly sighed in relief; she did not want to encounter Luka while caught in a compromising position.
The doors dinged open on their floor, forcing Adrien to relinquish his hold on her to let them into his apartment. He did so with a sigh, but turned to her with lustful eyes the moment the door was locked behind them.
Marinette dropped her purse, and held her arms up, waiting for him to undress her. He peeled her top off, the shirt sticking stubbornly to her skin. It came away with a faint sound as the adhesive effects gave way. Marinette giggled as the collar caught on her nose.
Once the shirt lay discarded on the floor, Adrien held her hips and stared. His eyes slid over her face, before lowering to her body.
‘Aren’t you going to take off my skirt?’ Marinette asked, coquettishly.
Adrien smirked. ‘No.’
He spun her around, steadying her when she wobbled on her strappy wedges.
‘You can leave your shoes on, too,’ he growled.
Placing his hand between her shoulder blades, he urged her to bend over.
‘Grab your ankles,’ he instructed.
She did as she was told, impressed and surprised he was ready to go again so soon. When she said as much, he pushed against her, letting her feel his budding erection.
‘Like you said, it’s been a while.’
It had been a while. They’d not had sex since before Nathaniel’s arrest. Neither of them had felt it was the right moment, and she suspected he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable with a sexual advance after all that had happened.
His would not have been far off. Thoughts of what if had plagued her, imagining what could have happened if Nathaniel had caught her alone and defenceless. The possibility of him forcing himself on her had left her feeling ill and repelled by a man’s touch.
Somehow, Adrien had sensed her aversion, and patiently waited on her to approach him. She appreciated his perceptive mind and thoughtfulness, but when she was ready, she found she had no idea how to initiate intimacy.
It was absurd, and she had berated herself harshly the last few days. So, when Adrien had placed his hand on her leg, she had accepted his overtures with relief. She thanked her lucky stars that Adrien was so astute.
Standing behind her, he massaged her arse, his thumbs tickling up the centre. He bent over and placed a tender kiss on the top of her rear, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh and parted it enough to continue kissing down the middle.
Marinette gasped at his unexpected boldness, the unfamiliar sensations titillating in a way she had not expected. Her arousal flared once he employed his tongue. He licked her carefully, swirling his tongue around the most sensitive points.
‘You’re so wet,’ he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh.
Marinette hummed breathily in response, though she was getting uncomfortable. Her head felt heavy and unpleasantly warm, while her back and feet were beginning to ache. The moment she felt Adrien move back, she straightened, ignoring his low huff of disappointment.
She sucked in a deep breath, realising how shallow her breathing had been while he’d had her bent over. She looked over her shoulder at him, and winked.
He caressed her cheek with a crooked finger. ‘I see,’ he muttered, though he didn’t elaborate.
Stepping back, he shed his clothes, unceremoniously dumping them on the floor. Marinette eyed his cock, almost fully erect and twitching with need.
He raised an eyebrow and grinned. ‘Like what you see?’
‘Very much,’ she replied, her own voice low and hungry.
His expression turned predatory as he led her to the back of the couch, and bent her over it. He resumed eating her arse, and dragged his tongue over her pussy as he hoisted her right leg up to rest on the back of the couch.
Marinette almost lost balance, tipping precariously forward as she wailed. His tongue was long, and far too clever for her to maintain her sanity for long.
No part of her was neglected as he licked and kissed his way over her skin. He inserted a finger and pumped slowly, enjoying her squirming as he lapped up her juices.
The leg Marinette balanced on began to tremble. Moans escaped her, low at first, but growing steadily needier and louder.
Behind her, Adrien moved back before stroking her damp folds with his shaft. She rocked as he rubbed against her, the friction tantalisingly warm and tingly.
Adrien’s hands roved over her back, hips, and belly while she gripped the couch tightly for balance. Her own juices trickled down her leg and dripped on the floor.
Groaning, Adrien lined his head up with her entrance, and slowly pushed in. His thrusts were unrushed and gentle as he took his time enjoying her, rubbing her back and shoulders soothingly.
Marinette sighed. She enjoyed this sedate pace, relishing how loved and wanted he made her feel. She tipped her head back when his fingers combed through her hair, encouraging him to do it again. She’d always liked it when people played with her hair, the sensation calming her otherwise tumultuous thoughts. The experience was so different to having her hair pulled. To her, hair pulling felt violent and disrespectful, like her partner didn’t think of her as a person, merely as if she were an expendable toy.
But it was different with Adrien. Everything was different with Adrien. He made her feel as if soulmates and love at first sight were real. She hoped she never lost that magic with him, the sense of wonder he instilled in her.
‘You still with me, Love?’ he asked.
Marinette hummed a lazy affirmative.
‘Is it ok if I step it up a notch?’ he went on.
She hummed again, tilting her head back into his touch.
‘Excellent. I’ll be right back.’
He pulled out and walked away, leaving her cold and bereft. Marinette lowered her leg with a pout, and stood up straight, frowning after him.
‘Turn around and bend over,’ Adrien called from the hallway.
She did as he instructed with a muttered, ‘yes Sir.’
A hand met her arse with a light smack. She glared at Adrien over her shoulder, showing her disapproval.
He rubbed the spot, though it hadn’t even turned pink. ‘Sorry, Love.’
He sounded contrite, so she nodded, faced the front and waited.
Adrien placed his foot between hers and nudged them further apart.
Obligingly, Marinette spread her legs. She flinched when she felt something cool press against her pussy.
‘Sorry,’ Adrien repeated. ‘Didn’t I warm it up enough?’
‘It’s fine,’ she assured him as she tilted her hips up, and lowed the top half of her body.
Adrien exhaled noisily, then resumed touching her with the cool item. He trailed it through her juices, then dragged it lightly up and swirled it around before gently inserting it in her rear passage.
Marinette gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, surprised to find her arousal building.
Adrien hummed in satisfaction as he rubbed her arse. ‘Beautiful,’ he murmured.
He picked up a small device and pressed a button. The plug began to vibrate, startling Marinette into a yelp.
She felt Adrien laugh. ‘How does that feel?’
She didn’t know how to answer; it was unlike anything she had felt before.
‘Good,’ she finally decided. ‘Nice.’
She rotated her hips experimentally, growing to like the way the plug felt.
‘Good,’ Adrien echoed.
He stroked her pussy with one hand, while the other massaged her arse. He watched her for a moment, before lining up and entering her once more.
They moaned wantonly at the combined feelings. Marinette felt her inner walls dilate and contract around Adrien’s shaft, the vibrations of the plug quickening her responsiveness.
Adrien began to thrust faster, obscene squelching noises punctuating his efforts. Marinette wailed when he began to rub her off, overstimulated already.
Her legs quivered, sweat slicked her body, and their fluids spread across her skin. Marinette tilted her hips in time with Adrien’s thrusts, the height her shoes gave her a distinct advantage.
Adrien’s cock pulsed as he kept going, though his movements lost their rhythm. He draped himself over her back, rutting into her with desperate, jerky motions.
The heat had built to intolerable levels inside Marinette. Tingles shot down her legs, her body spasming as her end came nearer. She bucked and whimpered, her inner walls clamping down before releasing, and contracting again.
Adrien groaned, the debauched sound sending shivers up Marinette’s spine. She pushed her backside into him, encouraging him to move faster and harder. He obliged, straightening up to grab her hips and thrust hard. His body met hers with a slap, pushing her into the couch, and almost tipping her over.
Marinette hung on with a white-knuckled grip, her breasts rubbing against the leather warmed by her own body heat. Her jaw hung open as she alternated between panting for breath, and crying out.
She came suddenly, the mixed sensations becoming too much. The hot need in her pussy flared, her juices exiting in a rush. She bucked wildly, throwing her head back with a loud keen. Her toes curled, and her muscles contracted and relaxed repeatedly.
Adrien shouted as he came almost immediately after, his cock throbbing as he spilled within her. He remained inside her until he had finished completely, then pulled out slowly. Their mixed fluids followed his retreat, to puddle on the floor.
Adrien groaned, then rubbed her aching pussy with his hand out flat. Marinette shuddered, a faint whine escaping her.
Adrien helped her stand up, then led her to the bathroom. He finished undressing her, placed her in the shower, then thoroughly washed every inch of her.
Marinette returned the favour, paying special attention to his cock and balls.
They dried off, then collapsed into his bed, entwined about each other, the anal plug still nestled firmly in place. Marinette moved to pull it out, but Adrien stayed her hand, toying with it until he fell asleep.
Marinette gazed at him fondly, his face illuminated by the dim light filtering in from the street. She kissed him on the forehead, then pulled out the plug. She cleaned it in the bathroom and left it there, hoping they would use it again soon.
Maybe she would even buy one for him.
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