Marinette was standing at the counter of her boutique when the door opened. Her heart jumped at the thought that she might have a customer. "Welcome to Coccinelle." Marinette put on a smile, but when she looked up and saw who it was, it faded.

"Hey, Marinette." Adrien smiled at her and she tried to hide her blush.

"H-hey, Adrien." Marinette smiled at him and her heart sped up. "What brings you into my shop?"

"I had some time to kill and thought I'd stop by. It's been a while since I was in here." Adrien smiled and ran his hands along one of the spring dresses. "Is this new?"

"Yeah, I made it the other day." Marinette smiled and walked over to look at it with him.

"It's beautiful." He smiled and went to turn around, not realizing she was right there. He ran into her and she knocked into his chest.

Marinette giggled. "S-sorry. I'm so clumsy. Although, you know that. Um-" She looked up at him with heated cheeks and Adrien awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Y-yeah. Um… So, I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch with me? You know like we used to?" He left his hand on his neck as he gave her a sheepish smile.

"Of course. Yeah. Just let me close up." Marinette smiled and stepped around him to flip the open sign to closed.

"So, you really don't get much business do you? I mean aside from my father and Jagged." Adrien picked up a blown glass paperweight that she had commissioned from a local artist. She had been trying to sell them, but she had only sold one since she had gotten them in.

"No, no, I don't. I haven't made a sale in a few days. Um… oh there it is." She found her purse and picked it up from behind the counter. She was too distracted and her thoughts were all over the place. Her mind kept filtering to the night before and whenever she looked at Adrien, that's what she saw.

"Alright, well. Where should we eat at?" Adrien awkwardly put his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his feet.

"Something cheap. No sales means I don't have much to my name at the moment. Sorry." Marinette rambled and felt guilty for not being about to pay for much. Not that he was surprised by that little known fact.

Adrien chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Her cheeks flushed darker and she squeaked as he leaned into her. "It's okay. I asked you because I was offering to pay for it." He smiled at her and she awkwardly looked away.

"I couldn't ask you to do that. It's okay." Marinette tried to escape from his hold, but he caught her upper arm.

"I insist. Please." Adrien gave her a worried expression that showed something deeper and Marinette's lips parted. His expression spoke over his words and she gave in.

"Okay. We can go wherever you want." Marinette watched his expression change to one of happiness.

"Thank you." Adrien smiled and something about him seemed relieved and a part of her didn't understand why.

"So, where are we headed Monsieur Agreste?" Marinette smiled up at him and he swallowed hard. His mind raced and fell into thoughts of Ladybug.

"How about the cafe down the way?" Adrien shook himself out of his thoughts.

"Sounds amazing, Adrien." Marinette followed him out of the shop and locked the door behind them.

She walked beside him and their hands brushed. Electricity ran through their hands and she jumped. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Adrien chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Um- actually… I've been meaning to talk to you."

"Yes?" Marinette turned to face him. She wondered if he had figured it out. If he knew who she was. If he knew that she had been the one giving him pleasure. Giving him what he so desperately needed, wanted.

"I… how do I say this?" Adrien sighed and stopped walking.

"Take your time. I have all of the patience in the world." Marinette smiled and held onto his words like they were her only way to breath.

"I really appreciate the fact that you create new designs and that you stop by to talk to my father. That you put him in his place for me. I- I really like that about you. You're amazing, Marinette." Adrien nervously smiled at her and she could tell he hiding something, but she let it go.

Marinette was sad that he hadn't figured it out. That he hadn't looked at her in the same way as Ladybug. All he had to do was put a lace mask on her and there she was, plain as day. She put on the best smile she could. "Thank you, Adrien. You're pretty amazing yourself."

Adrien nodded with a smile and they continued to walk to the cafe.

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Ladybug sat in her room in a full pastel pink see-through lace suit. It covered her from her feet to her chin. A light pink leather mask sat over her eyes and she had pink cat ears on her head. A leather harness crossed across her chest and down to her upper thighs. It contoured to her curves and rounded beasts. She tapped her fingernails on the comforter and waited for Chat to come out in the outfit she had picked for him.

He stepped out of the closet in black vinyl short shorts. A silver zipper ran down the front and between his legs and they tied up the sides, showing off his skin. A black leather collar with a golden bell sat at his neck and it jingled as he walked. A black leather mask sat over his emerald eyes and a pair of cat ears sat in his messy blonde hair. The steel toed boots sat on his feet like they had the day before and she bit her lip and spread her thighs for him.

He groaned as he took in her pussy through the lace and the tight material pressed against his hardening cock, causing him to be uncomfortable. He could see the outline of her clit and her inner lips. The dark pink folds stood out behind the pastel pinks of her outfit and he noticed how a wet spot had formed on the fabric. She ran her fingers over her folds and leaned her head back, pressing her breasts to the air. "Do you want me, Chaton?"

Her voice came out in a soft mewl and Chat about lost his composure.

"Yes, M'Lady." Chat sighed and walked up to her with his runway stride.

Her cheeks flushed and her heart beat loudly in her ears. She hadn't seen that walk with him dressed the way he was and it nearly killed her. Her eyes went wide as he crawled over her on the bed and looked deeply into her eyes. Ladybug became determined and she grabbed his shoulder and pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips and locking padded cuffs onto his wrists. She connected them to his collar. "There, now. If you raise your hands or pull them down… it'll choke you. Silly kitty." She poked him in the nose and he groaned, shifting his hips beneath her.

She grabbed the chain and pulled him up so that his lips were close to hers and she slowly flicked his parted top lip with her tongue and he moaned. Chat winced as the shorts pressed his hard cock down against his balls. "Feeling uncomfortable, Chaton?" Ladybug smirked and ran her tongue along his bottom lip and he softly growled. She slid her hand beneath her, raised her hips, and slowly unzipped his tight shorts. She raised her hips more to let him spring free. He gasped and sighed as relief hit him. "Better, kitty?"

"Yes, M'Lady." Chat sighed and she bit his bottom lip, breaking the cut from the day before open again. A bead of red liquid bubbled up and she flicked it with her tongue. He moaned and hissed as his wound stung.

She ran her nails along his chest as he used his abs to balance himself. He sighed and tilted his head back as her nails lightly trailed over his pecs and shoulders. She began to massage his shoulder muscles and felt how tight they were. "Stressed?"

"Not here, Mistress Ladybug. Not with you." Chat explained himself. He didn't want her to think that these sessions were making him stress out when it was, in fact, doing the opposite for him. If he didn't have her than he felt out of place. Like something was off. Lonely even. She was his highlight of his day and night.

"I see. Work? Your father?" Ladybug didn't want to talk about this. She didn't want to hear about his personal life. She knew it all too well already and it only made it all the more real that he was in fact, Adrien Agreste.

"Both, M'Lady." Chat sighed into her massage and she smiled at him.

"Well, you're with me now. Let's forget about all that, shall we? Make our own little oasis?" Ladybug wrapped her arms around his neck and bit and sucked on his pulse point.

He groaned and they fell back onto the bed. Ladybug got up off of the bed, walked over to the recessed displays along the wall, and grabbed a pastel pink flogger. She also grabbed a gag that held a silver ring in the center and an anal plug that had a long black tail attached to it from a couple drawers.

"I want you in that sex swing over there, Chat Noir." Ladybug smirked at him and he obeyed her command.

He got up and walked over to the swing that was hanging in the corner. It had two thick bands that were made to support a person's body, while two small rounded cuffs hung at the sides. She touched his shoulders and turned him to face her. She undid his padded cuffs from his wrists and collar. Ladybug watched him while she raised his wrists to her lips and lovingly kissed each one.

"Why do you do that?" His cock flexed and he tried to catch his breath as he watched her caress and massage his wrists. As his heart warned at the fact that she always took care of him. She always made sure that he was comfortable and okay. Even when bruises were left behind… she would kiss each one, as if, she was healing them with her love. No, not love. With her expertise. He shook himself away from the word, love. She had warned him about falling and yet there he was giving her one of the most important words to him.

"It can't always be pain, Chaton." Ladybug winked at him, yanked his shorts down for him to step out of them, and brought him over to the swing. "Sit on that strap there and the other one should support your shoulders, kitty."

Chat sat down where she had told him to and he leaned back into the swing. She brought one of the smaller loops over to him. "Put your foot here." Ladybug ordered and he looked up at her with parted lips.

"Yes, Mistress Ladybug." Chat did as he was told and repeated the process with his other foot, spreading himself wide.

"Good, boy." Ladybug smacked him on the ass with the pink flogger, grazing his thighs, balls, and cock with the thin leather strands. He groaned at the sting that was left behind in its wake and bathed in the delicious pleasure that soon followed.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke him. He peered up at her with shimmering emerald eyes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips. "Shit." Chat moaned and panted with each pull of her hand. She ran her thumb over his tip, spreading precum around his swollen head. "Ah!" Chat called out and she ran her hand up his shaft and then cupped his head, rotating her palm around. His legs shook and he groaned louder, letting his head tilt back.

"Have you been a good kitty today?" Ladybug leaned into him and lightly circled his slit with her thumb, teasing him. She got on her knees and blew air along his heated skin and he gasped as she flicked her tongue along the slit, tasting him.

"Yes, M'Lady." Chat barely got the words out as he watched her with a furrowed brow.

"You didn't go on any dates without me did you?" Ladybug purred and pressed a kiss to the tip and he softly whimpered. "Hm?" She trailed her fingers down his balls and licked her finger before she returned it and slowly circled his asshole with her fingertip.

He groaned and gripped the straps beside his torso. He wanted her fingers inside of him. Wanted to feel himself go over the edge. Wanted to be deliciously tortured and he knew how to get her to do it. "Yes, Bugaboo. I went on a lunch date today with a beautiful girl." He smirked at her with a devious expression and she pulled her hand away and nearly stumbled at his words.

She cleared her head and struck him in the ass again with the flogger. "Bad kitty, going on dates with pretty women that aren't me. You know I'm your bug." She gripped his ass with her nails and raked them across, prying him open. "And don't- call- me - Bugaboo." She leaned in and whispered into his ear and bit it.

He groaned as she backed up from him and stuck the anal plug into her mouth to wet it. Chat licked his lips and gripped the straps with his hands as she circled his asshole with the slick toy. Chat threw his head back into a deep groan that resonated in his chest. Ladybug leaned into him again, gripping one of the straps for balance, and kissed him hard on the mouth. He moaned and gripped her hair in his right hand, while the other held the strap. She moaned and a part of her panicked at the fact that she was enjoying him being rough with her. Enjoying him taking part of the control away from her.

She gained the control back by biting his lip and he dropped his hand from her hair. She pulled him closer by his collar, slightly choking him, as she let the flogger fall from her grasp. Chat growled and she kissed him hard, while she slid the plug in place. He groaned and fell back into the sling. "Now, you're more like a kitty than before." She wrapped the fluffy black tail around her fist and pushed and pulled slightly, causing his cock to spill precum. It ran down his swollen head and down the shaft. "Meow for me."

"Fuck. Mew." Chat moaned and his knuckles turned white from gripping the strap.

She grabbed the gag and let go of his tail. "Open up, Chaton." Ladybug gave him a lust filled expression and he opened his mouth wide. She placed the ring between his teeth and buckled the leather strap behind his head. She leaned over him and wrapped the tail around her fist again. Ladybug pressed her tongue through the ring. He moaned as he hungrily moved his tongue along hers. She pulled the plug in and out of his tight ass and he bucked his hips, grazing his throbbing cock against her toned stomach and lace. The friction caused him delicious pain and he kept it up until Ladybug pulled away from him.

She let go of his tail and climbed onto his lap. She grabbed onto the straps and lowered herself onto his cock. Chat looked between them and watched the lace part and free her wet, dripping, pussy. His eyes rolled back in his head and he slowly closed his eyes with a loud moan as he slid into her warm, luscious, sex. Ladybug rolled her hips and bounced up and down on his aching cock.

"Ah, fu-" Chat called out as he panted, unable to talk with the ring in his mouth. His damp bangs fell into his eyes and he shifted his hips to meet hers.

She dug her nails into his chest, leaving red lines down his tanned pecs. "Ah, Chat!" Ladybug called out and pressed herself down harder against his pelvis, causing his smooth skin to stimulate her swollen clit.

Ladybug leaned forward and took turns putting each rouged nipple into the ring between his teeth. He lapped and curled his tongue around each one, taking turns feasting off of them. She cried out and shivered as she came hard, coating his cock in white cream. He watched himself enter her tight pussy and come back out slick with her cum. "Oh my God!" Chat flung his head back and kept his hips pumping, feeling his muscles tense up, feeling himself going over the edge.

She knew he was close by how big he was, how hard he was, as if, he couldn't get any more swollen. He was rigid and hitting the back of her pussy with each thrust and she was nearing the precipice again. "Don't stop. DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU DARE CUM, CHATON. NOT YET. I- I'M- SO- SO CLOSE. AH! HAH! AH! A- ADRI-AHHHH!" Ladybug screamed out a few syllables of his name, unable to get it fully past her lips.

"HOLY FU-! HAH! AH!" Chat was close behind her and soon he was cumming hard with reckless abandon. Bucking his hips and she didn't even try to stop him. She let him pull his weight up by the straps and use his feet to push off and fuck her harder and harder until he was moaning loud and cumming hot and heavy inside of her, filling her with his warm, sweet, fluid.

She felt herself coating him in his own cum and she collapsed on top of him. He panted and wrapped his arms around her, trying to catch his breath while she mirrored his breathing.

Ladybug's eyes went wide and she pushed off of him. He let his hands slide down her body and let her free. She removed the gag and plug. Ladybug pressed soft kisses to the corners of his lips, where they had stretched to accommodate the ring. She helped him out of the swing and he stood up.

Chat stretched his arms, behind his head, as he walked over to the closet and changed back into the clothes he came in.

"So, same time tomorrow?" Adrien rubbed the back of his neck and she nodded.

"Sounds good. I'll see you then, Kitty." Ladybug smiled and walked him to her front door.

Adrien watched the door close and put his hands in his pockets. He began to walk down the long hallway to the elevator. His mind wandered back to when he realized that he couldn't be in control. That he couldn't be dominant for anyone. He sighed and pressed the elevator button. It dinged and he stepped inside, pushing the level for the parking garage. He leaned against the back wall of the elevator and gripped the gold bar that wrapped around three of the walls. Adrien closed his eyes and pressed the back of his head against the red upholstered wall.

If he was honest… it had started when he was a kid. When his parents had controlled his schedule and everything he did. When his father had kept him locked up in his bedroom. He was always controlled from his diet to his way of life. Everything was set up for him in pretty little rows. He had gone through life yawning and unthrilled by anything. Tired. He was so tired. Exhausted from his busy schedule.

As he got older, women began to beg for him. He was chased by fans and wanted by teenagers. Even mothers wanted a piece of him. He hated it and everytime that he chose to let his guard down and let them into his bed… all they wanted was for a millionaire to take them. To throw them around and to make them scream. They wanted money thrown at them. Wanted him to buy them fancy things like diamonds and cars. He just wanted someone to actually want him and not what he could offer.

After a while it all beared down on him and made him no longer want to be in charge. He no longer wanted this life of always controlling or being controlled. He no longer wanted to be like his father. He didn't want to control a woman. He wanted to be controlled once again. To be told a simple no with a slap on the wrist. He wanted to be punished for what not only he did, but for what his father did. He wanted a way out. Out of his life and out of making decisions. He controlled his father's brand on some days when his father was out of the country and he hated it. He hated speaking like his father on those days. Sometimes Marinette would stop by and help him deal with the pressures of the company, but most of the time she was busy with her shop and he was on his own.

She always made it seem so easy. So bearable when she would take charge of the brand. When she would order people around and make sure deadlines were met. He could even say that she was better at dominating the fashion industry than his father.

The thought of how she sometimes would take charge of his father's brand made his cock twitch and before long he was back to having a dull ache between his thighs.

The elevator opened and he stepped out of the doors. He found his car and got in. Adrien sighed and adjusted himself before he started the car. It purred to life and his mind wandered to Marinette. Wandered, making him realize that maybe she wasn't as much of a sub as he was previously thinking.

There was a fashion show coming up and he planned to pay extra attention to her actions. Maybe she wasn't who he thought she was. Maybe she was less of the sub type. He had never really payed that close of attention to her. He had always been distracted with his own problems to really notice how she worked under pressure. He knew his father wouldn't be there and he became determined to see what she was like. He was beyond curious now and his mind went on a journey of a dominating Marinette and how that would feel. His cock flexed harder in his jeans and he groaned as he pulled out of the parking spot and headed back towards his apartment.