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Steamy and Sultry One-shots	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 25770 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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The assessment period during their final semester of lycée was brutal. Adrien had exams, essays, and reports piling up, with the end still feeling like an eternity away, but approaching much too fast at the same time. Like his classmates, he was stressed and anxious, which left him uncharacteristically moody and snappish. He stayed home to study with increasing regularity, declining trips to the arcade or his friends’ houses for some time off.
He couldn’t afford leisure time right now, and with Gabriel breathing down his neck, the pressure doubled.
Adrien rubbed his temples, glaring at his homework, as a headache began to build. He added it to his growing list of physical woes, right alongside tense shoulders, and a semi-permanent case of nausea. He was also over-tired, stress and anxiety eating away at his mind until late into the night.
There was a light rap on his bedroom door, before an unexpected voice called out, timidly.
‘Adrien? We were supposed to work on that art history assignment together today, but you never came.’
Marinette's voice trailed off.
Gripping his hair and tugging, Adrien groaned in miserable frustration. He had agreed to meet up with her in the library after school, but with the amount of pressure he was under, he had completely forgotten.
‘Come in,’ he said, letting go of his hair.
First sticking her head through a narrow gap, Marinette blinked wide eyes, before letting herself into his room properly. She stood by the doorjamb, twiddling her thumbs and shifting nervously, her schoolbag hanging from one shoulder.
‘We can do this later, if you’re too busy. Or I can just do it myself.’
But Adrien was shaking his head before she had finished speaking.
‘No, if we wait, the project won’t get done on time. And letting you do it by yourself when you have your own workload to worry about would be a seriously lousy move on my part. Come on in, and let’s get started.’
‘If you’re sure,’ she stammered, as she toed off her shoes.
He nodded. ‘I’m sure. At this part in our high school careers, no time is ever going to be ideal.’
Marinette hummed an agreement as she followed him to the couch. She set her bag down, then began pulling out resource books, and her tablet, while Adrien fetched his own study aids. He then sat beside her, flipping through his text book for relevant information.
He didn’t like art history that much, so soon, he began to lose focus. His eyes slid toward Marinette. She had grown a little taller in the last couple of years, and was beginning to fill out, though she barely came up to his nose. Her hips curved into a rounded, supple backside, leading to long, slender legs. Her waist was trim, and her breasts were high and perky.
Adrien licked his lips. Marinette’s tank top teased him with glimpses of her cleavage, and the hem of her pink skirt rested high on her thighs. She looked cute in a way that was almost flirtatious, if she could ever work up the nerve to be so bold.
He watched from the corner of his eye as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The studs in her lobes were a glossy reddish-grey; very different to the earrings Ladybug wore.
Adrien suppressed a sigh. His feelings for Ladybug had waned over the last eighteen months. Now, he felt fondness, tinged with a slight aggravation that she still refused to tell him things he felt he had a right to know, especially in regards to the Miraculous.
Marinette, however, he was noticing more and more. She was beautiful, kind, and possessed a gumption he had not expected. He was impressed by her bravery, creativity, and keen wit. He had been inordinately pleased when Nino told him she had harboured feelings for him since his first week at school.
‘Will you excuse me a minute?’ she asked, pulling him abruptly from his musings. ‘I just need a glass of water.’
‘Sure. Bathroom’s over there,’ he replied, pointing to his en suite.
She darted off with a quick nod of thanks, leaving the door ajar.
Adrien pressed his hand into the warm patch she had left behind, surprised to note it felt damp. He gulped as heat bloomed in his groin, then snatched his hand back to his lap when the bathroom door opened again.
‘Better?’ he asked.
‘Much, thank you.’ She spun in place, looking for her bag, then bent at the waist to rummage through it, her rear toward him.
Adrien’s jaw fell slack as her skirt rode up. Her panties were soaked through, doing nothing to hide the details beneath them. Heat crept up his cheeks as he saw she was clean shaven.
Marinette turned back around, sitting down demurely, tucking her skirt beneath her.
‘Did you find anything useful?’ she enquired, nodding at his text book.
‘Not much,’ he croaked. Clearing his throat, he continued, ‘you find anything yet?’
‘Some paragraphs here and there. Not enough, though.’
‘We keep reading then?’
‘We keep reading,’ she sighed.
It didn’t take long for his eyes to slide back to her. She was sitting beside him, wet enough to dampen his couch cushions. She was too tempting.
His hand drifted over to settle on her knee of its own volition, where his thumb rubbed absent-minded circles.
He heard her gasp softly, then waited for her to push his hand away, or tell him to focus on their studies. She did neither.
He continued to pretend reading the assigned text as his hand inched slowly up her thigh. Pausing at the hem of her skirt, he waited for her to pull away. Still, she remained quiet, even though her breathing had deepened, and a slight tremor ran through her body.
Encouraged, but ready to pull away, Adrien slipped his hand under her skirt. Marinette exhaled breathily, but remained quiet. Higher and higher his hand went, until it couldn’t go any further. Seeing no other option available, he moved the hand down to her inner thigh.
Marinette took another deep breath, then spread her legs for him.
Adrien bit his lip as he stroked her panties, his fingers dipping low enough to feel the sodden fabric. Marinette shuddered and sighed as he caressed her folds, pressing his fingers between the layers of warm flesh.
She let her head fall back to rest against the cushions, her back arched, and breasts rising and falling as she drew breath. A bright blush coloured her fair skin, from the tips of her ears, to the swell of her bosom, while her legs curled inward instinctively.
Adrien continued to stroke her, watching her reactions in fascination. He thought she was beautiful before, but now she looked seductively hot.
Her book fell to the floor, soon followed by Adrien’s, both of them going unnoticed as he moved closer.
Adjusting his angle, he slid his hand under the waistband, clenching his jaw against a groan. Her skin was smooth and slick, and very warm. Stroking down between her folds, he wet his fingers, spreading the moisture around. Marinette bit her lip as a soft moan escaped her
The heat in Adrien’s groin increased, his cock twitching and beginning to throb. He wanted her to make that noise again, louder and frequently. Thinking back on all the porn videos Kim had sent him, and the advice Nino gave, Adrien paid more attention to where he placed his fingers, and how Marinette reacted to them.
She gasped out a wanton moan, and flinched when he pressed firmly against her clit. He paused for a moment, seeing if she was ok, then did it again.
She hummed through a pleased smile, then took hold of his hand. He let her show him what she liked, then she released him to continue unassisted. He kept going, watching her greedily, as she bit her lip and trembled, her hips canting forward and back with his ministrations.
She looked glorious, flushed and vulnerable; it was the most arousing thing he had ever seen. Suddenly, it wasn’t enough.
Still stroking her pussy, he moved over until he hovered above her, his left hand bracing his weight on the headrest. Marinette gazed up at him through hazy eyes, her pupils fully dilated, and her lip still caught in her teeth.
Leaning down, he tilted his head, and pressed his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, pushing back, and opening her mouth to lick him. Their kisses were sloppy and demanding, often broken with heavy breaths and needy whines.
Adrien struggled to kiss her and rub her off at the same time. While he concentrated on one, the other fell slack. Marinette didn’t seem to notice, as long as his tongue was in her mouth, and his hand was down her panties.
She raised her arms to wrap them around his neck, and tangle her fingers in his hair. He groaned at the sensation, deriving unexpected pleasure from the slight pain.
Emboldened, he inserted a finger, and pumped languidly. After a few minutes, he added a second digit.
‘Ahh,’ Marinette breathed against his lips, before humming appreciatively.
Adrien fell into a rhythm after that. It was easier to pump and kiss simultaneously, the back and forth motion echoed by his lips and tongue.
The heat in his crotch grew. His jeans began to feel restrictive, and chafed his skin. He wanted to take them off, but he wasn’t sure if Marinette was ready for that yet.
He wasn’t sure he was ready for anything more intimate yet. She had allowed him to get this far, but he had heard that a woman’s first time could be painful if her partner is too clumsy. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He definitely didn’t want her opinion of him to sour. They had been good friends for years now, and he would like to revisit this situation sometime in the near future.
His fingers squelched, while his mouth working against hers with slick smacking sounds. Her juices coated his hand, and was sure to have dampened the couch cushion. Adrien didn’t care. He would press his face into the spot later, breathing in her scent while he jerked off.
Marinette pulled away from him with a slurp, then kissed a line down his jaw and throat, alternating between nibbling and licking. She snuck her hands under his shirt, to glide them up his back, then deftly pulled the garment over his head, and tossed it over the back of the couch.
She grinned wickedly, before planting a teasing kiss on the end of his nose. He smirked back, then withdrew his hands from her person as he stood up. She blinked, then pouted, curling her legs up in embarrassment.
Just as she was about to speak, Adrien knelt in front of her, then dragged her soaked panties down her legs. She levered her hips up for him, then watched him closely as he tossed them over his shoulder, and picked her up. She gasped, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, as her eyes widened.
He cradled her against his bare chest, then made his way toward the bed.
Adrien walked on his knees across the wide mattress, then let her slide down until she lay in the middle, her skirt rucked up around her hips.
She was about to pull the hem down to preserve her modesty, when Adrien stayed her hand. Then he leaned over her once more, braced on one elbow by her head, to pick up where they had left off.
Marinette spread her legs wide, giving him room to lay comfortably while he fingered her. He kissed down her neck, and over her shoulders, moving slowly downward until he could suck on her breasts. He awkwardly removed her top with his left hand, exposing her beautifully rounded tits with their rosy pink nipples.
He sucked hard on her fair skin, leaving dark hickeys on the underside of her breasts, and close to her stiff nipples. He loved how her soft flesh yielded under his touch. He planted wet kissed down an unexpectedly firm belly, then he reached behind her for the hooks fastening her skirt.
He sat up, removing his fingers to drag ithe skirt down her legs slowly, until she lay completely bare beneath him. He stared for a long moment, his jeans painfully tight. She was flushed and trembling, her tits heaving as she breathed, and her juices trickled down her pussy. He released a steadying breath, rubbing his crotch absently as he took her in.
She stared back, looking pointedly at his chest and tented jeans, while nibbling on her fingernail.
With concentrated effort, Adrien tore himself away, stumbling awkwardly into his bathroom. Rummaging around the back of a draw, he pulled out a realistic dildo, still in its original packaging. It had been a gag gift from Kim, and while it was unappreciated at the time, Adrien was glad he had it now. He ripped open the package, rinsed it under the tap, and removed his jeans, then went back to Marinette, holding the dildo behind his back. She watched him with ravenous eyes as he crawled back up beside her. He lay on his side next to her, resting his head in his palm.
Leaning in, he kissed her again. She closed her eyes and reciprocated, tugging him down to lay on top of her. Finding himself in the optimal position, he rubbed the tip of the dildo against her pussy, swirling it around her clit while getting it properly lubricated.
She groaned against his lips, spreading her legs to an obscene degree.
Slowly, Adrien pushed the dildo against her entrance. The head slid in, making Marinette gasp, as her eyes shot open.
He eased it out, then back in a little deeper. Working her slowly, he sat up beside her, watching closely as he pumped. The dildo make slick, sucking sounds, the moisture glinting in the light streaming through the windows.
Looking up, he saw that Marinette was watching him, an indecipherable expression on her face. Adrien kept eye-contact, still pumping the dildo. Crawling over her, he sat between her legs, her knees resting across his, as his feet bracketed her ribs.
His own cock strained, hot and aching for release. Precum leaked down the shaft, tickling the sensitive skin. He stroked himself with his free hand, slick noises joining a chorus of others.
Marinette watched him hungrily. Looking down the length of her body, she stared as he jerked off, still working the dildo. She let go of his sheet, rubbing her tits, and pushing them together, and teasing her nipples for his enjoyment. She arched her back, her pussy expanding and contracting around the dildo, as her moisture pooled on the bedding.
Adrien groaned, moving both hands faster. Marinette’s whole body spasmed with a strained yelp, before she trailed off in an open-mouthed moan. Drool collected at the corner of her lips, her head falling back against the pillows, while Adrien found his rhythm.
Angling the dildo, he made sure the entire length rubbed against her clit every time he pulled it out. She quivered as her hips bucked, flinching away with a gasp.
Marinette’s heavy panting turned to moans, which grew louder the closer she came. Her juices spilled in a thick, steady flow, spurring on Adrien’s own arousal. His voice joined hers until they were almost wailing.
Adrien’s pelvis jerked involuntarily as it looked for relief, or warm flesh to rut against. He lost his rhythm, pausing for a moment to catch his breath, and prevent himself from coming too quickly.
Marinette trailed a hand down her belly as he watched, then rubbed her clit, her fingers slipping against the slick skin.
Adrien swallowed heavily. His right hand spasmed, unintentionally flicking something on the base of the dildo. It buzzed to life, startling them both. Then Marinette smiled, her head falling back once more with a debauched moan.
He let go of the dildo to jerk off over her, while she masturbated under him. He felt dirty, but also hugely aroused. He had never dreamed of participating in something so lewd. He had masturbated to thoughts of Marinette before, but he had never done so in front of anyone.
Heat and tension coiled in his belly. It suffused his gut, then travelled straight down his shaft. His hips jerked forward, his essence seeping out. He shouted as his body propelled itself forward, trying to rut against a ready and wanting woman. He didn’t bother trying to restrain himself, now. He let his body buck out of control, while Marinette writhed under him.
He watched her fingers move frantically against her clit, the dildo still deep inside her.
She threw her head back with a shout, her whole frame shaking with the force of her orgasm, as Adrien reached his end. He shot his essence over her pussy, belly, even her breasts. It ran over her skin in copious amounts, releasing a tension that had been building up for days.
Sitting back, he watched as Marinette forced the dildo out of her body with her inner muscles alone. She squirted, a stream of liquid rushing out in its wake, to soak into the blanket.
Adrien’s cock softened gradually, as he crawled up Marinette's body, and slumped down on top of her. She took his weight with a small oomph, then held him tight. He ran his hands through her hair, and over her thighs, where they wrapped around his legs. She moved against him sensuously, pressing her softest parts against him as she basked in the afterglow.
He kissed her neck, and nuzzled her ear, delighting in the feel of her, coated in his leavings.
He drifted into a light doze, only to be roused an hour later by Marinette as she tried to sit up.
‘We still need to work on that assignment,’ she reminded him.
‘Can we do it naked, with you in my lap?’ he murmured into her breast.
She thought for a moment. ‘Fine, but the dildo is going up your arse next time.’

AN: You guys would tell me if these were actually, really dreadful right?
Alternatively, you can request pairings and activities. Just leave a comment, and I'll see what I can do.
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