** Warning: as per the title this is hot stuff... yep we got adults doing grown up things. Innocent eyes should be averted now. As for the rest of you, enjoy ;) **

Chapter One

Ladybug stared at the latest billboard with a semi naked Adrien Agreste draped upon a chaise. He was languidly laid back, one muscled arm behind his head while the other was positioned along his bare torso. Long fingers lay on his belly, trailing down the fine golden hairs from his navel, as if he were considering sinking them under the waist of his jeans. It wasn't a stretch of the imagination when you coupled it with the heated expression on his magnificent face. Hooded green eyes, lips parted suggestively and his nostrils flared just enough to make him appear to be panting. Oh, and he had one knee raised, as if he were giving himself extra room in his pants, because his legs were already splayed wide.

Gloved fingers tightened on the metal trellis as she continued to drink in that image. Heaven help her, but she dearly wanted to explore that exposed skin with her tongue. Ladybug's modest bosom heaved with her increased respiration. Her overactive imagination was shifting into overdrive as she ogled the picture. It wasn't a surprise that the image had gone viral. Then again, that was probably the intent.

Adrien Agreste hadn't modelled in three years. He'd moved abroad to study at a prestigious and undisclosed university which had granted him a reprieve from photoshoots. Apparently, the world had been missing out. Adrien Agreste had grown up to put the fabled beauty of Adonis to shame.

Drool was pooling in the heroine's mouth and she unconsciously lifted her wrist to wipe her lips. Ladybug was so caught up in her fantasies that she almost missed the sound of her partner landing on the roof behind her. She grimaced as she heard him padding towards her. These days she felt an inexplicable edginess around Chat Noir. There was a tension there she refused to name. It didn't help that his once wiry form was now chiselled and his lofty height added to his allure. Mentally shaking herself, Ladybug decided it was actually due to the fact that their time together was rather sporadic. Commitments in his personal life had pulled him away from Paris for considerable chunks of time. Heck, it was over a month since they last met up.

Due to Chat Noir's frequent absence, Hawkmoth's rate of akuma attacks had dropped off significantly. The man did want both of their miraculous after all. Every so often he'd test the water, so to speak, and if the black cat didn't turn up he'd leave it a week or two before trying again. This being the case, Rena Rouge now held onto her miraculous on a permanent basis while Carapace and Queen Bee were called upon as needed. Tonight though, Ladybug had her original partner.

Sucking in a steadying breath between her teeth while blatantly ignoring the increase in her pulse, Ladybug turned to face Chat Noir. "Hi," she said with a nervous wave.

Chat Noir's mask shifted with the quirk of his eyebrows. Prolonged absences tended to make him less than subtle in his appraisal of her. Those green feline eyes roved over her body with a hungry gleam and the breath froze in her lungs when his gaze stopped on her breasts. Her partner visibly swallowed as his eyes lifted to hers. There was a touch of uncertainty in his playful voice, as if he wasn't sure if he was crossing a line he shouldn't. "Cold, bugaboo?"

While his tone was teasing, Ladybug immediately folded her arms over her chest and glared at him. "Stop being a perv, Chat."

His white teeth were exposed as he smiled apologetically. "Just teasing," he said as he stepped closer, resting his staff across his shoulders while lazily holding it in place with his wrists. But as he closed the distance the good humour left his face. Chat Noir cocked his head to the side as he lifted his nose. There was a steady twitch to his nostrils and his eyelids had lowered in concentration, as if he'd picked up a particularly interesting scent.

Ladybug's masked eyes narrowed on him. "Something wrong?"

Cat ears pivoted towards her and his nostrils widened as he dipped his head. Chat Noir dropped the staff from his shoulders and stepped into her personal space. Ladybug jumped as he placed his free hand on her hip. His head moved along the curve of her shoulder and down her body as he sank into a crouch. A guttural growl came from her partner as his head shot up to look at her with his pupils blown wide. "You're aroused," he stated as he licked his lips.

The heroine turned her face to the side to give him an incredulous look while she took a step back. "You were sniffing me?"

Chat Noir placed his staff between his spread knees, holding it with both hands as he slowly stood. "Yes, I was. But only because the scent was so strong." His eyes raked over her. "Please tell me you were thinking about me."

Lifting her chin in an attempt to be haughty, Ladybug turned her back on him and got a reminder as to why she was so worked up. The billboard of Adrien filled her vision, lit up like a glorious shrine. She didn't need to be converted by that magnificent display, she was already a devoted follower. Who was she kidding, follower didn't even begin to describe how much she wanted that man.

A choked sound came from Chat and she realised it was due to her reaction to the billboard. She was wet from ogling Adrien and her partner could smell it. A blush practically burnt her cheeks and she shifted her legs together, hoping her thighs would confine the scent of her arousal.

"We should start patrol," she said as she grasped her yoyo and began striding to the roof edge, feeling the need to put some distance between herself and her partner.

Chat Noir caught her elbow and as she spun around to face him, he was looking at the billboard. His head slowly turned to hers and his teeth were digging into his bottom lip. "It's the photo, isn't it? That's what's turned you on." There was an underlying note of excitement in Chat Noir's voice.

She found that odd. Shouldn't Chat be jealous? Or was he simply pleased to find her in this heightened state? Her lack of response apparently confirmed her answer to him. The black clad hero's hand trembled as he held her elbow. His greater height loomed over her as he closed the distance between them. "Do you want Adrien?" he rasped. Then Ladybug was stunned by his next words, "Because Adrien wants you."

"What?" she squeaked, feeling blindsided. This was not how she expected Chat Noir to act. Was he some sort of voyeur? Did he want to watch her with Adrien?

Chat Noir's chest heaved as he sucked in a heavy breath, she supposed he'd done so to steady himself, yet it had the reverse effect. Somehow, his pupils managed to dilate further at the saturation of her scent and his whole frame appeared to vibrate. "Ladybug, Adrien has wanted you for a long, long, long time." He cocked his head towards the billboard. "The look on his face right there, that was inspired by thoughts of you."

Bewilderment had her masked brow furrowing. "How would you even know that?"

"I could tell you how, but it would jeopardise my secret identity."

She frowned. "That's convenient. I'm not convinced I should believe you about this," she said pointing at the billboard.

Chat Noir unzipped his left side pocket and pulled out a pen and small note pad. He jotted something down, ripped out the page and handed it to Ladybug. "Go to that address in fifteen minutes. Trust me, you won't be disappointed."

The heroine looked at the address dubiously but her partner had never steered her wrong. "Alright. What exactly am I meant to find?"

She was temporarily distracted by the increased rise and fall of Chat Noir's chest. As her gaze met his, she felt the impulse to glance away, the intensity coming from him was almost too much. "You'll know when you get there." Then he bestowed a wide grin upon her as he backed away. "We can patrol tomorrow. Have fun," he said with a wiggle of his masked eyebrows as he left.

Ladybug was perplexed as she looked at the sheet of paper. This really didn't make sense. With a shrug, and figuring she had nothing to lose, she opened her yoyo to get her bearings and headed towards her new destination.

Finding the designated building wasn't difficult but Ladybug wasn't sure if she was meant to knock on the door or approach via the balcony. She was busy contemplating the better option when the window opposite lit up. Glancing into the illuminated room, Ladybug lost the ability to breathe when a completely naked Adrien Agreste strode into said room. It appeared he was fresh out of the shower, as he gave his head a quick shake before throwing it back to finger combed his wet locks.

Somehow the lighting was utterly perfect, the shadow dipped into the hollows of his taunt muscles, giving definition to biceps, pecs and abs screaming to be explored. Blue eyes drifted lower and Ladybug almost swallowed her tongue. Strapping thighs bracketed a spectacular cock that wasn't entirely flaccid. So much for Chat being the voyeur, turned out it was her.

With his wet hair pushed away from his eyes, Adrien moved to the bed and picked up a black satin robe, concealing all that delicious manliness. Ladybug placed a hand over her heart, surely the thing was about to burst after that display. But no, it was when Adrien sauntered out to the balcony and stared directly at her that she knew she was going to die, this time due to mortification.

A faint blush touched Adrien's cheeks but he smiled and waved her over. With a somewhat unsteady leap, Ladybug crossed the distance and landed a mere arm's length from the model. "I believe a certain black cat gave you my address," he smirked as he walked inside and held the door open.

"Um, yeah." She answered as she followed him in, wondering if at some point she'd been knocked unconscious, because this couldn't be real. The feeling only intensified when Adrien closed the glass door and drew the curtains closed, pulling them together at his back while he eyed her with unconcealed lust. Never in her life had she ever seen Adrien look that way at anyone. Honestly, his current smoulder put his billboard to shame.

"Thanks for seeing me," he said with a smile tugging at his lips. Good lord, didn't he know the pleasure was all hers? "So, I believe you like my latest modelling campaign?"

Ladybug opened her mouth to speak but it was suddenly dry. It was one thing to drool over an image of Adrien Agreste, but to do so in front of the real thing was unbecoming. "It's, um, evocative."

Adrien dipped his head and a few stray locks fell over his eyes as he broke into a full smile. "That's one way of putting it." He moved his hands to his back as he stepped towards her. The satin did nothing to hide the increasing bulge down south. "Sex sells. I'm no longer a boy, so the composition is to signify a certain concept." His voice turned husky, "That I want to have sex with you."

A lump formed in the back of Ladybug's throat. He was generalising, right? She let out a nervous giggle. "Seems to be a successful ploy."

"Indeed," he rumbled. His head tilted to the side as he drew a long breath with his lips parted, it reminded her of the way Chat Noir had been scenting earlier. Adrien's gaze lifted to hers and his nostrils flared. A hand moved from his back and his fingers curled under as he grazed her cheek with his knuckles. "You have the same effect on me, Ladybug."

It took her brain a moment to process what he was saying. Blue eyes widened in shock as Adrien picked up her hands and placed them on the tie of his robe's belt. Coarseness laced his voice. "If you want me, you can have me."

She stared at her gloved hands as her mind wrapped around his words. Adrien Agreste was giving her permission, not only to look at him but to touch him. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was reverberating through her ribcage. Gloved fingers moved with their own accord, as the knot came free the robe slipped open and Ladybug got an eyeful of what lay beneath. Her jagged breath was echoed by Adrien.

Lifting her hands, Ladybug cautiously grasped the sides of the robe while her thumbs skimmed his chest. Adrien sucked in air through his partly open mouth. As soon as her gaze drifted to his lips, he was leaning forward in invitation. Ladybug fisted the robe and pushed herself up on her toes to meet him.

The merest brush of lips had fire shooting through Ladybug. Her fingers found the hair at Adrien's nape and locked on. A fierce and overpowering hunger had her mouth moving against his with increasing urgency. He seemed to sense and share the same need, strong arms wrapped around her, pressing her close as his tongue invaded her mouth. She moaned in response, dropping her hands to his robe, gripping it tight and tugging it over his shoulders. Her fingers dug into his sculpted deltoids as she matched his ardour, licking and teasing as he lowered a hand to the small of her back to grind himself against her.

They broke apart to suck in much needed oxygen. Ladybug glanced down to see that the robe wasn't completely gone, it hung by the crook of Adrien's elbows. As he noticed her gaze, he dropped his arms and let the robe pool to the floor. Blue eyes were distracted by the garment now lying at their feet. The object of her fantasies was naked in her arms and this was very, very real. As her eyes met his, her breathing faltered. She may as well have been the one bare, the heat in his gaze was almost enough to sear the clothes off her.

The heroine had a dilemma, part of her wanted to drink in the sight of Adrien, another yearned to feel him. There was one snag in that latter thought, her body was encased in her costume, a costume that didn't come off even via molten gaze. Eyeing the model, Ladybug considered her options and gave him a roguish grin. Placing her hands on his biceps, she walked him back to the bed until his legs hit the mattress. Adrien shot her a questioning look. "Just stay there," she instructed.

Green eyes studied her as she moved in. "Okay," he rasped.

Placing her hands on his cheeks, Ladybug splayed her fingers and ran her hands down his jaw, along his neck and out to his shoulders. She stepped in to kiss him as she trailed her hands down his arms to briefly intertwine their fingers. As her tongue circled his lips, she placed his hands over her covered breasts and mirrored her movements upon him to tweak his nipples. Adrien rocked forward on his feet at the contact and his erection strained against her belly.

She leisurely circled her thumbs around his pebbling nipples before lowering her hands to his abs. Adrien moaned as her mouth left his, burning a path down his throat as her fingers explored his lower ridges. As her tongue swirled against his skin she eased him to sit while her hand opened to palm the head of his erection.

Adrien took her earlobe between his teeth as his body bucked at her touch. His hands massaged her breasts, stroking and teasing while she rocked her hand against his cock. As she increased her pace his mouth frantically moved over her skin. "I wish I could touch you properly," he whimpered as she cupped him.

Ladybug took in his expression, his eyebrows arrowed up in sweet agony as she pumped him. "The suit doesn't come off unless I drop my transformation."

The model grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements. "What if it was completely dark? This room has block out blinds and if I turn out the lights it will be pitch black. I wouldn't be able to see you."

Worry lined Ladybug's brow. "But when I revert there is a flash of light with my transformation."

"I could close my eyes, or wear a blindfold. I've got ones here from my many plane trips."

A fragile hope shone in Adrien's eyes. He seemed as desperate to go all the way as she was. "I'm not sure."

"We can test it out." Adrien rose to his feet, stepped around her and dug out a blindfold from his bedside table drawers. He made sure the two sets of curtains were completely closed and walked back to her. "I'll turn out the lights, so you can see how dark it is. Then you can put on the blindfold, I'll turn on the flashlight in my phone and you can work out if you can see it."

As plans went, it seemed pretty thorough. "Alright."

Adrien went through the motions and Ladybug had to admit she couldn't see a thing throughout the entire test. "I think this will work."

The model switched the lights back on and flashed her a megawatt smile. "So, do we proceed?"

She gave a bashful nod, "Um, yes."

Adrien took the blindfold from her hand and put it on. She spun him to face the opposite direction just to be sure, turned out the lights and dropped her transformation. Her bare fingers reached out to make contact with that luscious flesh. "That's better," she breathed as she walked into the circle of his arms.

"Mm," Adrien agreed as she felt his fingers fumbling with her clothes. She'd half expected him to strip her at a leisurely pace but the model seemed frantic to find her skin. Her blouse buttons were undone at record speed and she groaned out loud when his mouth set to work on her cleavage. Meanwhile his hands pried open her shirt, tugged it away from her arms and proceeded to explore the plains of her back.

His mouth returned to hers as his thumbs trailed the circumference of her bra. Slowly they worked their way up as Adrien kissed her with escalating fervour. His thumbs continued upward, tracing the swell of her breasts, making her moan as he gradually circled his way to her nipples.

Marinette sunk her fingers into Adrien's hair, while arching her back and inviting his touch.

He searched for the hooks that held her bra together and made a deeply satisfied noise deep in his throat when he freed her breasts from their confinement. She growled in return when the bare skin of her torso met his. Large hands ran up her back as their mouths duelled with increasing urgency.

When he leant away, Marinette felt the impulse to whimper but that was quickly surpassed by desire as Adrien's warm palms cupped her breasts. He eagerly nibbled his way down her throat and she cried out when his mouth found her right peak. She felt the brush of his teeth as he sucked and teased, driving her wild. The need to have him closer made Marinette cling to his hair. Gently she curled her fingers in his blonde locks and urged him over to the other breast. As he tongued her skin, she lifted a leg to hook around him, pulling him near.

Adrien's fingers strayed to her jeans, promptly undoing them and tugging them down her legs. His hands skimmed her thighs as his mouth continued to tease her nipple and she groaned when his hands caressed the inside of her thighs. Then she felt him guide her to the bed in the darkness, grasping her hips as he got her to sit down. His hot mouth trailed down her midriff, dipping into her navel as he nibbled his way to her hipbones. One of his fingers traced the seam of her panties, catching the edge to pull it aside and seek her heat. Marinette arched beneath his touch as his fingertip explored her aching flesh.

"You're so wet," he groaned with approval. "Did I do this to you? Is this what happens when you think of me?" His question was almost a plea.

Marinette had trouble answering when his finger caressed her wet folds. "Yes," she panted.

Adrien wanted to hear more. "Do you imagine me inside you?"

She gritted her teeth at her rising pleasure as his finger gently probed her slick entrance. "Yes," she answered.

"Do you touch yourself when you think of me? Do you pump yourself with your fingers, pretending their mine? More importantly, does it make you come?" Adrien eased his finger inside her, plunging to the last knuckle and she threw her head back. He began moving his hand in a slow rhythm and she bit her lip when he added a second finger, increasing the intensity. "You haven't answered me, Ladybug."

Marinette gripped the sheets in white knuckled fists. "Yes, Adrien, oh yes. It's always you."

Suddenly he was over her, his mouth ravishing hers as he rocked his hand faster, his fingers working her wet centre. She cried out his name as she reached her peak and his mouth left hers to lick her nipples. Panting hard, Marinette felt Adrien tug loose her now saturated panties. As he removed them from her ankles she felt his shoulders between her knees and she groaned as he lifted one thigh and licked his way to her core.

His hot tongue dipped and teased. Marinette began to writhe as she reached for his hair but Adrien didn't stay there for long. "We need to move higher up the bed," he informed her. She heard him open a drawer, rustle about and then she heard something tear.

"What are you doing?"

"Condom," he uttered, apparently preoccupied with getting it on. "I need to be inside you."

Her heart pounded, this was actually happening. She was in bed with Adrien Agreste and she doubted that any sleeping was going to occur. A warm hand landed on her ankle and it was joined by a second on the opposite. While she couldn't see him, she was sure that Adrien was crawling up her body. She expected him to lie between her open legs, but instead he slid his knees under her thighs and hooked her ankles over his shoulders. His hands grasped her waist as he pressed a kiss to the side of her shin.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," Adrien growled and then she felt his hips lurch forward, lining up their bodies and seeking her entrance. He was still for a moment, his breathing heavy, then he plunged into her in one long stroke. Intense pleasure rippled through Marinette and she grasped his arms. "Fuck me," he groaned with awe and her eyes widened. She'd never heard Adrien swear in her life, to know that she'd unravelled him to this point made her grin.

Large hands held onto her hips and Adrien began to move. Each stroke was methodical, as if he were testing how to give her the greatest gratification. Her moans and noises of approval spurred him on. The undeniable need to gyrate against him had Marinette arching her body, matching each thrust as he pounded into her. All pretence of going slow was lost, with her inner walls squeezing him, Adrien was driven into a frenzy. His mouth was frequently on her skin as if he couldn't get enough of her. Her fingers trailed up his forearms to grasp him, feeling the strain of his muscles as he worked to bring her to orgasm.

She locked her ankles behind his neck as he found her sweet spot, "Oh yes, Adrien. Right there. Harder, yes." She moaned, thrashing her head in ecstasy.

"That's it," he cried, "Come for me, milady. Don't hold back." He pulled all the way out to thrust in with long hard strokes, doing it over and over as she chanted his name. Then she was there, waves of pleasure shot through her as her body attempted to milk his. Adrien continued to thrust in fast shallow strokes as he reached his own peak. Then he lowered her legs from his shoulders and dropped over her, kissing her with his residual fervour to pull her into his arms. "That was amazing," he crooned, "I knew it would be."

Marinette hugged him in return, her skin as slick with sweat as his. Then it dawned on her what he'd said as she'd orgasmed. He'd called her milady. Her whole body stiffened as her mind analysed the situation. There wasn't a single time in memory that she could recall Adrien ever calling her milady. Chat Noir frequently used that endearment and her blood ran cold. Had her partner swapped places with Adrien when the lights went out? Did she unwittingly sleep with Chat Noir, believing it was Adrien?

Whoever it was lying on top of her, they were blissfully unaware of her inner conflict. He was busy lavishing her neck with kisses. Marinette caught his face with her hands and was thankful when she felt he was still wearing the blindfold. As his head moved towards hers, she diverted his path to her lips and presented her jaw. Her heart thundered in panic but she couldn't move away from him yet, he was still inside her.

"You're getting heavy," she said as calmly as possible.

"Oh, sorry." He replied, shifting his weight off her and moving his hand between them to ensure the condom stayed on as he withdrew.

In the darkness she could only assume he was cleaning himself up. Beyond his touch she began to consider her options. Did she confront him? What if this truly was Adrien? Her train of thought was broken as he flopped down beside her. His hand found her shoulder and trailed up her neck. It took everything she had not to flinch away. "I wish I could see you," he said tenderly.

"Same here," she gulped.

Oh dear, I guess that's the problem with secret identities. Find out what happens next in Chapter two...

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