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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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Marinette shook her head in resignation as Chloé verbally tore a girl to shreds. The girl ran away, her hands over her face as she sobbed, while Chloé flipped her hair, and strode off.
‘Some people never change,’ Marinette muttered, swirling her wine glass.
Setting the thought aside, she leaned against a wall to observe. It was an elegant party, attended by the most affluent and pre-eminent people in the country. There were actors, politicians, industry moguls, socialites, and superheroes.
Chat Noir was standing a short distance away, talking to a renowned scientist, with a champagne flute in hand. Rena Rouge had found a small gathering of editors and journalists, and was regaling them with stories. Carapace had declined to attend, as settings such as these made him uncomfortable. Ladybug too had sent her apologies, as Marinette had been sent as a representative of Gabriel's and could not afford to miss it. Nor did she want to constantly change between identities the whole night. The thought made her shudder.
She pushed away from the wall, and was just about to approach another well known designer, when there was a scream from the kitchen. Waitstaff burst out of the service door, quickly followed by chefs and kitchen hands, all yelling incoherently.
Then, a figure dressed in a motley of pink, male Elizabethan fashion emerged, sauntering after them, and wielding a golden sceptre. The woman raised her hand, pointing her rod at a couple as they clung to each other just beyond the service door. They shrank away as a burst of pink light engulfed them. When it faded, the couple was making out passionately, tearing at each other’s clothes and completely disregarding the stunned audience.
The akumatised woman turned to the rest of them, her sceptre taking aim. The crowd broke and ran, panicking as they all tried to avoid the shots of pink light.
They were targeted in pairs, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. Even marriage vows were forgotten as random pairs were struck down, their hapless spouses watching on with wide, disbelieving eyes, before they too were caught in the akuma’s curse.
‘Looks like Ladybug will be making an appearance after all,’ Marinette uttered, before darting into a dimly lit corner.
She set her wine glass down, and was just about to call on Tikki when something large and black loomed over her.
‘Marinette,’ Chat Noir gasped. ‘Come on, we have to get you out of here. It’s not safe.’
She gaped up at him, about to protest, when she was blinded by a ray of glittery, pink light.

Marinette woke up in her own room, feeling as if she had spent the previous evening drinking her bodyweight in cheap liquor. Her head throbbed, her stomach felt queasy, her mouth and teeth furry, and she was overheated. She groaned as she tried to roll over, and shield her eyes from the light streaming in her windows, but a weight draped over her middle kept her from going far.
Confusion rapidly gave way to alarm when she noticed the figure laying on his belly next to her. Her physical woes forgotten, Marinette sat up with a shriek, scrambling back as far as she could while her flailing feet connected with the stranger.
He groaned a protest, with one arm coming up slowly to protect his head.
‘Who are you?’ Marinette demanded. ‘What are you doing in my house?’
The man moaned again, before blinking groggily up at her. ‘Marinette?’
She screamed as she toppled backward off the bed, still clutching the blanket to her breast.
She landed on her back, the breath knocked out of her, with her legs still resting on the mattress.
Adrien peered over the side. ‘Are you ok?’
‘No.’
He rubbed the back of his neck, before extending his hand to help her up. She accepted the assistance, her fingers clenching around the blanket to hold it in place until she perched on the side of the bed. Her eyes darted toward him, noticed his bare torso, then fell back to her lap, her face ablaze. She gulped, swallowing a teakettle-like squeal.
Adrien cleared his throat while he adjusted the sheet around his hips. ‘So, do you know what happened last night? I’m sorry for being that guy, but I don’t know how I got here, much less how we came to, uh, be in this state.’
Marinette's blush spread down her shoulders, despite his delicate turn of phrase. ‘You don’t think we…?’
She couldn’t finish the sentence. Her voice trailed off with an uneasy tremor, as she looked anywhere but at him.
‘Um.’
Marinette's eyes widened at the uncharacteristically high pitch in his voice.
Before she could say any more, Adrien flew out of the bed to gather his clothes, the sheet still draped about his middle. Then he was racing down the hall, and out the front door only pausing long enough to pull his jeans back on.
‘I’ll call you later, bye,’ he hollered just before the front door slammed shut.
Marinette sat for a moment in stunned silence. Then, slowly, she got up and let the blankets fall. Inspecting herself carefully, she noticed a crusty residue on her thighs.
‘Oh god.’

Ladybug swung through the city as she searched desperately for the Akuma. However, nothing looked out of place, and no citizens were panicking, so it seemed as if the akuma had concealed herself for the time being.
‘This is not good,’ she grumbled to herself.
Biting her lip, she stopped to try to contact Chat Noir. He answered on the third ring, his usually chipper voice quiet and distracted.
‘Hey, what’s up, Bug?’
‘There’s an akuma on the loose, and I can’t find her. I need you to help me look. Are you busy?’
‘No, no, I’m free. I’ll go over the north and east, while you take the south and west. We can meet at the Eiffel Tower in three hours to compare notes. Sound good?’
‘Fantastic. Thanks, Kitty.’
She snapped her communicator shut, and took off, trusting Chat Noir would be as good as his word.
Ladybug waved to residents and tourists alike as she flew by, and helped the occasional civilian in need, but didn’t stop to talk or pose for photos. As much as she projected an air of calm confidence, she was aware there was an akuma somewhere in need of purification. Stopping for frivolous reasons would reflect poorly on her, and give her enemy a chance to slip away.
Unfortunately, after the prescribed three hours, she had not seen any indication of an akuma or its effects on the citizens it struck down the night before.
‘Fifteen minutes late, Milady,’ Chat Noir chastised her, with a teasing grin.
She landed on the beam he waited on, then doubled over with her hands on her knees to catch her breath.
‘Sorry. I just kept thinking, what if she’s through that alley, or behind those buildings? I got distracted.’
‘Don’t worry about it. Thoroughness is a good thing in this line of work. I’m sure you would have called me if something big came up.’
She nodded as she straightened up. ‘Absolutely. I take it you didn’t have any success either?’
‘No, and I asked around. People have heard of it, of course, but no one’s seen anything since last night. They thought we took care of it already.’
‘I wish,’ Ladybug groaned.
Chat Noir tilted his head. ‘Something wrong?’
Ladybug’s heart palpitated as her breath stuck in her throat. ‘No. Nope, nothing. Why?’
He squinted at her as he leaned in. ‘You seem a little on edge. Your boyfriend wasn’t caught up in the attack, was he?’
She had to pause a moment to think through what he just said. ‘I don’t have a boyfriend.’
‘Oh, you don’t say?’ he drawled.
‘But I have friends who were. My friends have been caught up in this, so I’m keen to put it to rest for their sakes, that’s all.’
He seemed to deflate. ‘Oh, yeah. That makes sense. You must have some friends in high places, if they were at that party.’
Ladybug nodded. ‘Yeah, you could say that.’
‘Did Rena Rouge get hit as well?’
Ladybug blinked. ‘I have no idea.’
‘She has her Miraculous full-time now, right?’
‘Yeah, she does. She earned it.’
Chat Noir nodded, then pulled out his baton. Popping up the screen, he dialled Rena Rouge’s device, then tapped his foot as he waited for her to pick up.
‘Rena,’ Chat Noir greeted her cheerily, when she answered. ‘Listen, LB and I didn’t catch last night’s akuma, and the damned thing has given us the slip. Have you seen or heard anything?’
Ladybug watched on as he listened to the reply, sweat gathering on the back of her neck.
‘I see. Were you affected by her at all?’
Another length of silence.
‘Ok, talk again soon. Bye, Foxy Lady.’
‘Well?’ Ladybug demanded.
Chat Noir shook his head. ‘She hasn’t seen or heard anything, nor was she hit by the akuma. Rena was helping people escape, so she evaded its attention.’
Ladybug heaved a sigh. ‘Damn it.’
‘She’s going to help us look, but not until later. Her job is keeping her busy.’
‘Ok. I’ll call Carapace, and see if he wants to help. I’ll be honest, we’re going to need it.’
‘Then why not call Queen Bee as well?’
Ladybug felt her hackles rise. She forced herself to take a deep breath and calm down before answering. ‘According to witness testimonies, Chloé caused the akuma last night. I don’t want her around when she would most likely exacerbate the situation.’
Chat Noir frowned. ‘I'm sure that if you gave her the chance, she’d be willing to help clean up this mess.’
Ladybug folded her arms and met his stare. ‘When has Chloé ever wanted to clean up her own messes?’
‘You’re being unfair. What’s really the matter here?’
She threw her arms up. ‘Ok, maybe I just don’t want to deal with her right now. Happy?’
‘No.’
‘Well, that’s how I feel. I’m not apologising for that. I’m going to keep looking.’
With that, she leapt off the tower, throwing out her yoyo and swinging away. She felt like a petulant child, and she knew Chat Noir disapproved of her behaviour, but Ladybug was not in the mood to put up with Chloé in any capacity.
So, she searched late into the night alone, but without success.

Marinette dreamt of writhing bodies, sweat-slick skin, and euphoric pleasure. It was the kind of dream that would make her blush if she thought about it during the day, but in that moment, she was reluctant to wake up. Unfortunately, a headache was throbbing above her right eye, forcing her into consciousness.
A second later, she was aware of a warm mass pressed against her back, and strong arms wrapped around her waist. She gulped, stiffening when she realised he was naked, but managed not to scream. Instead, she wriggled out of his grasp to sit on the edge of the bed where she hunched over to examine herself once more, with her back to him.
More of the same crusty residue clung to her skin, accompanied by a faint but distinctive odour.
‘Marinette?’
Her spine snapped straight as she brought her hands to her chest. She was sitting before him completely nude, and without even a blanket to cover her bare behind. She felt warmth bloom in her cheeks, then spread down her neck.
‘It happened again, didn’t it?’ he mumbled, evidently ignoring her nakedness.
‘It would appear so,’ she squeaked.
‘I’m so sorry, I’ll just,’ without finishing his sentence, Adrien gathered his clothes and left, though with more decorum than the day before.
Marinette didn’t turn around until she heard her apartment door close. Then, she eased herself up to shuffle into the loungeroom where she turned on her television. Nadja Chamack was acting as the news station’s roving reporter, informing her audience that the akuma was still at large, and her effects were still in place.
‘The question everyone is asking now, is where are Ladybug and Chat Noir?’ she concluded.
‘Ladybug is getting nailed by her childhood crush,’ Marinette told the screen. ‘I don’t even want to know what Chat Noir is doing.’
Heaving a deeply put-upon sigh, Marinette got into the shower to scrub herself until she turned pink. After she was dressed, she fed a drowsy Tikki, then herself, before transforming again to scour the city for the elusive akuma.
She met with Chat Noir and Rena Rouge, catching each other up on what they knew before parting ways to conduct their own searches. They re-joined over lunch, when Carapace was free to join them, before they separated once more. But by nightfall, no one had any news to report.
‘The press and the people are getting antsy,’ Rena Rouge told them. ‘Everyone wants answers, and they want them now.’
‘We don’t have any answers,’ Ladybug replied, wearily.
‘We’re all working hard,’ Chat Noir added, ‘but we can’t give them what we don’t have. Avoid the press for the time being. Be polite but evasive when dealing with civilians, and don’t make any promises just yet.’
Rena Rouge and Carapace nodded, then they departed together, promising to keep an eye out.
Chat Noir turned to Ladybug. ‘Are you ok?’
She waved limply. ‘Fine, fine. Just tired.’
‘Go home and get some rest. You and your kwami deserve it.’
‘You too. Good night, Kitty.’
They parted ways after a half-hearted fist bump. Marinette staggered when she all but fell through her bedroom window, collapsing on her bed with a gusty exhale. She trusted Tikki could find her own food.

Much to her chagrin, Marinette awoke to an uninvited guest in her bed the following three mornings, all following a similar pattern to the last two days. Adrien was wrapped around her in one fashion or another, and would apologise profusely upon waking, before falling into an awkward silence and departing.
Marinette would check for signs of intercourse, but could not confirm anything other than her own bodily fluids and possible ejaculation. Then she would clean herself up, eat, feed Tikki, and continue her search for the akuma.
She called in sick at work, citing a potentially contagious chest infection. She hacked convincingly down the phoneline, until her supervisor begged her to stay home until the illness had run its course. He didn’t even ask her to bring in a medical certificate, but told her to stay on her antibiotics until they were finished.
Pleased by this unexpected piece of good fortune, Marinette used the time to transform and keep looking for the akuma.
Late on the third day, Carapace put forward an idea. ‘So, some of the victims are planning on staying awake tonight to see what happens. They reckon if they’re caught in the act, or are aware of what’s happening, precautions can be taken against it happening again.’
‘That’s not a bad idea,’ Chat Noir agreed.
‘Well, they’re exhausted and can’t think of anything better,’ Rena Rouge put in.
‘Also, desperate,’ added Ladybug. ‘Can you imagine waking up next to a complete stranger, knowing, but not remembering, you were intimate together?’
‘Awkward,’ Carapace opined.
Rena Rouge tilted her head. ‘So, what do we do?’
‘Go home and take a nap. Tonight, we’re all going to be out on patrol,’ Ladybug replied. ‘However, we need to be covert. I don’t want people seeing us and giving our presence away, so stay stealthy.’
Chat Noir hummed in agreement. ‘We don’t want our little akuma getting spooked and going to ground again. We’ll also cover more ground if we split up. Call if you see anything unusual, all right?’
Carapace looked dubious, but nodded. ‘I’ll let you know if I find anything.’
‘Same here,’ Rena Rouge complied.
Ladybug held up her index finger. ‘Remember, stealthy. I don’t want to see any of you moving around while we’re out. If I can see you, so can everyone else, got it?’
‘Stick to the shadows, understood,’ Chat Noir said with a firm nod.
With that, the team bade their farewells with promises to be in touch if they saw the akuma.
That evening, Marinette stayed home. She had Tikki hide on top of a bookshelf with a box full of Tom’s biscuits to act as lookout, while Marinette attempted to stay awake through the night.
However, by nine o’clock her eyelids were drooping.
‘This is ridiculous,’ she scolded herself. ‘I’ve pulled all-nighters before with no problem. What’s the issue now?’
‘This will be your fifth evening with no sleep,’ Tikki said. ‘You may not remember it, but your body does.’
Marinette groaned despairingly. Then a thought occurred to her. ‘Wait, Tikki, can you tell me if Adrien and I went any further than heavy petting? I mean, we never actually had sex, right?’
‘I didn’t see. I don’t make a habit of peeking at my wielders during intimate moments.’
Marinette threw herself backward over her lounge with a long-suffering wail.
‘There there, I’m sure everything is all right. Any pregnancies should be erased once you call on the Miraculous Cure.’
Marinette froze for a moment, before she had to smother a scream with a cushion. ‘I didn’t even think of that.’
‘Oh dear.’
To keep herself awake, Marinette sketched ideas for work, watched her favourite comedy, then the scariest horror movie she owned. But it was no use; her eyes itched, her breathing slowed, and her mind was foggy. Only Tikki chirping in her ear prevented her from succumbing to fatigue.
‘You could transform and go for a run,’ she suggested at half past two.
Marinette shook her head. ‘I need to stay here in case Adrien comes. Though, I’m a little surprised he isn’t here already.’
‘Maybe he heard about the staying awake thing.’
‘Most likely. It’s working so far, isn’t it?’
Tikki’s gaze drifted to the side. ‘Well, since you’re here and not locked in your room with Adrien, I’d say yes.’
Marinette blanched. ‘You heard us.’
Tikki cleared her throat, still unable to look Marinette in the eyes. ‘You do tend to get a little vocal.’
Marinette whimpered in embarrassment, while Tikki patted her hair comfortingly.
After another scary movie, a packet of chocolate biscuits, a cold shower, and copious amounts of caffeine later, dawn finally began to lighten the eastern horizon.
‘Yes,’ Marinette squealed triumphantly. ‘I think we did it, Tikki.’
‘It sure looks like it.’
‘Ok, let’s transform and meet with the others. If nothing else, they deserve a rest.’
Ladybug swung from her tiny balcony as the grey light of pre-dawn leeched the colour from the city.
She stopped on a neighbouring rooftop to contact her colleagues, asking them to meet her on top of City Hall. Rena Rouge and Carapace were already there by the time she arrived, looking tired and frustrated.
‘Nothing to report?’ Ladybug guessed the moment she was close enough.
Rena Rouge shook her head.
‘No,’ Carapace replied, his voice rough. ‘Neither of us saw anything at all.’
Ladybug sighed. ‘Not much we can do about that. Go home and sleep, you’ve earned it.’
They both smiled gratefully though their fatigue, then left, leaving her alone. She sat down while she waited for Chat Noir, leaning against a wall in the crevice between two peaked roofs. In seconds, she began to nod.
A thump startled her out of a light doze. Chat Noir had landed beside her and sat as well, though he looked as dreadful as she felt.
‘Anything to report?’ she asked around a yawn.
He shook his head, humming a negative.
Reaching for him, Ladybug scratched behind one of his costume ears in silent praise of his efforts. She was just about to suggest he return home, when he looked up, and their eyes met.
A thrill shot up her spine. Heat pooled low in her belly as her heart began to pound. She dragged her fingers through his unruly hair slowly, then let her hand glide down the side of his face. Chat Noir pressed his cheek into her palm, his stubble catching in the fabric of her glove.
Ladybug swallowed, then licked her lips. Chat Noir watched her mouth, licking his own lips in unconscious imitation. Then he turned his head, inhaling the scent of her glove before pressing a kiss on her palm, then another on the inside of her wrist.
Her breath catching, Ladybug stared. Silently, she willed him to continue his path up her arm until he could taste skin. Chat Noir, however, was not that patient. Looking up at her with heat-filled eyes, he leaned forward until he could cradle the back of her head, before pulling her into a hard and desperate kiss.
She matched his greedy movements, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him close, and sliding her tongue into his mouth the moment he sought to do the same.
Chat Noir’s hands ran down her back, then gripped her backside firmly. She felt his claws dig in as he dragged her into his lap, without breaking his searing kisses. She shuffled about until she straddled him comfortably, her hands roaming his body covetously.
He pulled away with a wet smack to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and throat, pausing to leave a hickey just below her ear. Ladybug tilted her head back, her breath leaving her in laboured pants, while he kneaded her rear and sucked on her tender skin.
As he pulled away, there was something like satisfaction in his eyes. When he smirked at her, ladybug retaliated. She kissed him sweetly on the lips, then nipped and licked her way down his throat, before sealing her lips over his pulse point. It fluttered against her flushed lips, a testament to his arousal. Then, she sucked, hard.
The vibration of his moan through his throat encouraged her to continue. Then, once she was sure she had left a decent mark, she drew back to admire her work. A dark bruise coloured Chat Noir’s neck, a love bite that ought to take several days to fade.
Grinding down, Ladybug felt the bulge in his crotch. He gasped, then gripped her arse tight as he pushed her down, while lifting his hips up to meet her. Ladybug moaned, her back arching, while she placed her hands on his shoulders for balance. The sensations were too much, yet not nearly enough in the same instant.
Moisture gathered in her suit. She could feel it spreading, and had she been wearing normal fabrics, she would have soaked right through them.
Chat Noir’s pupils dilated as his nostrils flared; he’d caught the scent of her arousal. Lunging forward, he kissed, licked, and nipped everywhere he could reach, whether it was bare skin or not.
A particularly hard bite on her breast brought Ladybug back to her senses.
‘Wait, what’re we doing?’ she gasped.
Chat Noir growled. ‘Isn’t it obvious?’
He slid a hand firmly down the centre of her backside, then pressed the pads of two fingers between her damp folds. Ladybug released a breathy groan and tilted her rear into his touch.
‘That’s not what I meant. We aren’t like this.’
He paused, though with clear difficulty. ‘Do you want to stop?’
‘No.’
‘Good.’
He flipped them over until Ladybug lay on her back underneath him. He held her legs open as he lowered his head and licked her hard through her suit. Biting her lip against a wanton yelp, Ladybug curled her legs in as much as Chat Noir’s hands would allow. She ran her fingers through his hair as she panted, her hips shifting and quivering with every pass of his tongue.
Her mind drifting into delirious euphoria, Ladybug didn’t notice another presence until she spoke.
‘My, my. I knew I hit Chat Noir, but I could have sworn he was with some civilian nobody.’
Ladybug sat up with a shriek, her legs snapping shut. Looking up, she saw the akuma standing on a peaked rooftop above them, her gaudy suit bright against the grey sky. Hands on her hips, she smirked down at them, her sceptre held loosely around the middle.
‘I should have taken more notice. Well, not that it matters. I don’t care who you are, just give me your miraculous.’
Ladybug scrambled to her feet and called for a Lucky Charm while Chat Noir struggled to get upright. Once he was standing beside her, he snarled and extended his baton to pole-vault up to the gloating woman.
The akuma took an involuntary step back, her cockiness vanishing in the face of Chat Noir’s sudden attack. Apparently forgetting she stood on a peak, she lost her balance and fell into the neighbouring valley between rooftop steeples, her arms windmilling the entire way.
There was a sickening crunch as she hit her head when she landed.
Ladybug and Chat Noir peered over the roof she had fallen from, just as the sun sent its first rays over the city. Blinking against the dazzling light, they nimbly hopped down to see that the akuma had broken her own corrupted object with her fall, and the butterfly was struggling to free itself from under her butt.
‘Ok, then,’ Chat Noir drawled. He nudged the unconscious woman with his foot, giving the butterfly a chance to escape.
Ladybug caught and purified it, then called for her Miraculous Cure, though she could not believe the odd turn events had taken.
‘All that drama,’ she sighed, ‘for the most anticlimactic confrontation ever.’
Chat Noir shifted restlessly from foot to foot. ‘I hadn’t really given it much thought, but when I was hit by the akuma, I was with Marinette.’
Ladybug gulped. ‘Now that you mention it, I’ve been waking up beside Adrien Agreste for the last five days.’
They looked at each other askance for a long moment.
‘My place or yours?’ he finally asked.
‘I think your place is closer.’

They dropped their transformations the instant they swung through his bedroom window, then they wasted no time wrapping their arms around each other, and kissing fervently.
Marinette giddily noted that Adrien had not had a shirt on when he’d transformed, and so took her time enjoying the feel of his back and stomach muscles unhindered, and in her right mind.
Adrien tore off her t-shirt, then cupped her breasts as he kissed a trail down her neck and shoulder. He continued kissing down her belly, and impatiently tugged off her shorts before flicking his tongue between her folds.
Marinette spread her fingers through his hair, and leaned back against the window before she fell over. The cold glass soothed her feverish skin, barely keeping her grounded as Adrien’s clever tongue built her up to dizzying heights.
Unable to control herself, Marinette's legs closed in around Adrien’s head. He pried them apart, then looked up the length of her body with want in his eyes. Slowly, he got to his feet, then directed Marinette toward the bed.
Unlike his childhood home, Adrien’s bedroom in his new apartment was much smaller, and there was no lounge in between his bed and the window. So, barely two paces in, and Marinette could crawl over his mattress, and present herself. Spreading her legs wide, she lowered herself down to rest on her elbows, and buried her face in his pillow.
Behind her, Adrien groaned and quickly shucked his jeans. The bed dipped under his weight, then he was touching her, massaging her rear and kissing her sodden pussy.
‘You’re so wet,’ he moaned, as he slid a finger into her opening.
Marinette hummed and tilted her hips back, exposing more of herself. Taking the hint, Adrien added a second finger, and pumped them languidly, gently stroking her inner walls. Using his other fingers to rub her clit, he gripped her arse with his free hand, and tongued her rear entrance.
Moaning into his pillow, Marinette lost herself in the sensations. ‘Oh god, I want you in me.’
‘As Milady commands.’ His voice was raspy and deep, and not at all as subservient as the words would imply.
She felt his fingers slide out, and his presence draw back a bit. Just as she was about to feel bereft, one of his hands gripped her arse cheek and held it aside. Then something big, hot, and hard pressed against her entrance.
‘Yes,’ she sighed.
Adrien’s cock glided in slowly. He was bigger than she anticipated, and soon it felt like he was filling her up completely. Then his other hand was holding her other arse cheek open as he pushed in as far as he could go, his thumbs tracing a tickling circle around her anus.
‘Oh, god, yes,’ she breathed.
Adrien sucked in a breath between his teeth. ‘You feel so good. So fucking good. So wet for me.’
Marinette tipped her head back. ‘Fuck me, my Kitty.’
‘With pleasure.’
He drew back slowly, then thrust hard and fast. Marinette rocked forward with a startled cry, and gripped the mattress for stability as Adrien pounded into her. His pelvis met her rear with a slap, then drew back with an obscene sucking sound.
He thrust in as hard as he did before, the force of the motion pushing the bed into the wall with a loud thud. His cock squelched in her pussy, the slick sounds of damp skin rubbing together filling the room.
Repeatedly he hit something deep inside her that had her back arching and her toes curling. Her moans escalated into wanton wails, and her whole body shuddered with pleasure.
‘Keep going,’ she told him, between cries.
He draped himself over her back, still rutting desperately, while he reached under her to rub her off. Marinette yelled at the sudden added sensation, her hips jerking back, only to be met by his pelvis pushing her back into his hand. Stuck, she could only writhe and buck helplessly as he accelerated her orgasm.
She felt hot all over, and the tingles shooting from her overstimulated clit reached every part of her body. Her muscles spasmed, and her inner walls closed in tight around Adrien’s shaft. He grunted and moaned in her ear, his cock throbbing deep inside of her.
‘I’m gonna come.’
‘Come inside me, Kitty. I want to feel you.’
Suddenly, it was all too much. The feel of his touch inside her and on the outside was excruciating in the best possible way. She bucked back into him as she came, her own juices dripping down her legs and onto the bedding.
With a guttural shout, Adrien’s shaft pulsed, expelling his essence in a thick, heavy flow. Marinette felt him throbbing as he emptied himself inside her, his moisture mingling with hers.
He pulled out, breathing heavily. A flood of their combined fluids exited her in his wake, squirting out to soak the already damp blankets.
Marinette collapsed onto her side, her limbs trembling and unresponsive. Adrien lay down heavily in front of her, looking like he was about to melt. They lay like that until they caught their breath, then Marinette scooted closer to lay her head on his chest, and trail her fingers down his slick shaft.
He held her close, and idly fondled her breast as he watched her errant hand.
‘I’ve been in love with Adrien since I was fourteen,’ she admitted quietly.
Adrien huffed a startled laugh. ‘So that’s why Ladybug always turned me down. How could you be so faithful to a relationship that didn’t exist?’
‘I was a kid who was hopelessly infatuated with her classmate.’
‘Well, now that you finally got to bang him, what do you think?’
‘I think next time, I want to be on top.’
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