The Guilty Pleasure
Written by JuliaFC
**RATING: EXPLICIT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE NOT 18+. ADRIEN AND MARINETTE ARE AGED UP AND OVER 18. THEY ARE CONSENTING ADULTS IN THIS STORY.**
Beta: Amira
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This story's written as a secret santa for Strangerahne on the Cumtributors Discord server. Happy Christmas, Strangerahne! I hope you will like this story. 3
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"Aaaaand… send!" Marinette looked with a smile at the little icon of Chat Noir's messenger that she had just selected to deliver her file. She had spent literally days making that collage and today, on Christmas Eve, she had felt happy enough with it to finally send it off to her partner to have an opinion. She reread the message she had sent it with:
"Happy Christmas, Chaton! This is a little present for you, and everyone else in the team. Have a look at it and, if you approve, forward it to everyone!"
She looked at the time and cringed. Three o'clock in the morning. She better go to bed and sleep a little before she would be due to get up to help her parents in the bakery.
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Adrien heard the ping of his phone and opened a sleepy eye. It was unusual that his Lady messaged him at that time of the night and he immediately thought 'akuma alert'. After all, that was the reason why they had all agreed to create this group chat on an anonymous app. So that all the heroes would be reachable in seconds, whether anyone knew their identity or not.
"What's this?" he muttered to himself after picking his phone up and seeing that Ladybug had sent him a private message, out of the group chat. He read the note and a tired smile curved his lips. It was typical of his Lady to get so wrapped up in making something for everyone that she would forget what time it was. He would need to tell her off later for jeopardising her health in order to finish a Christmas present in time for everyone in the team.
"Why is she texting you at this time of the night? Doesn't she know that cats need their beauty sleep?" complained Plagg, and Adrien gave him a little pat on the head.
"It's just a Christmas present apparently. I'll have a quick look and send it off, so her efforts haven't been for nothing," he whispered.
The little black cat huffed. "Okay, okay. But don't wake me up again please, I was having such a lovely Camemdream!"
Adrien snorted at the pun, and clicked on the file his Lady had sent him, smiling to himself at the way she had called it. 'Super Duper Secret Story'. Did she write a story for everyone as a Christmas present? He had no idea Ladybug liked writing!
He started reading the first few lines of the story, and his tired brain lulled in the sensation of familiarity, a small smile spreading all over his lips. But as he proceeded in his reading, adrenaline rushed through his core and his breath started catching up, his heart racing madly in his chest.
"What the heck…?" he said before muffling his words, not to wake Plagg up. He blinked in surprise and went back to the start of the story, rereading every single word with his heart in his mouth.
What the hell was that?
It sounded like a fanfiction. And the style sounded familiar because…it sounded like the style of his favourite author. Said "LadyNoirFan2001" was a person who wrote LadyNoir fanfictions on Ao3. His guilty pleasure. They had been writing stories for a few years now and Adrien, being the great dork that he was, had read all their published work. He just loved the way this person wrote, because the characters were so in character and the whole setting was extremely well written. It was as if the person knew the heroes or…maybe was one of the heroes. He had always thought that could be the case.
Maybe he hadn't been that wrong, since the signature at the top of the file was indeed LadyNoirFan2001!
But this story was different, and the discovery left him with a dry mouth and with an even more urgently growing problem in between his legs. The author whom the style of this fiction reminded him of, usually wrote G rated up to T rated stories, and the relationship between Ladybug and Chat Noir was very similar to the one they had in real life, with an excellent depiction of their banter and the friendly but flirty way they interacted. Identities were never revealed and Ladybug would never be more than just friendly with her Chaton.
Instead, here...not only was this story rated M. Yes, M. Mature. First indication that something was off. But, more importantly, this fiction wasn't a Ladynoir story.
Well, at least not initially.
Initially the author had paired Ladybug with none other than…Adrien Agreste himself! His eyes were as big as saucers when he read his name, and of Ladybug strangely landing in his bedroom. And he had been even MORE surprised when he had read on. Ladybug was telling him—Adrien him in the story—that she was in love with him. With the most beautiful and heartfelt love declaration he had ever read, or heard. He gulped awkwardly as he went on.
Adrien-him for some reason was accepting her love without batting an eyelash—how on Earth did Ladybug know that Adrien Agreste was in love with her? And hang on a second…he was revealing her to be Chat Noir? What? And Ladybug was detransf—
"Bloody hell…" he said loud enough for his voice to echo in the big room.
Plagg opened a sleepy eye. "What's wrong, gamin?" he asked.
"Marinette. Ladybug is Marinette."
Plagg had never woken up faster. "What?" he asked, zipping behind his head so fast that you would have thought he'd been there already from the start. "Who told you something like that? Ladybug is Ladybug and Marinette is—"
"Ladybug!" He brought the phone to his heart and hugged it, his eyes shut to savour the delight of his discovery.
"Adrien, what's going on, why do you think that Marinette is Ladybug?" asked his kwami, sounding quite concerned about the whole thing. At least, sounding so concerned that he had forgotten to use his usual nicknames. Yes, pretty concerned indeed!
Adrien lifted up his phone and showed it to the cat kwami. "Because she is. Ladybug just sent me this file, it's a fanfiction. A fanfiction where she puts together romantically me and her and…also reveals herself."
Plagg's laughter was very shaky. "Why would she ever do something as stupid as that, knowing how hot she is about keeping your identities a secret?"
"She loves me?" whispered Adrien with a little sigh, his hands bringing the phone to his heart, a wide smile spreading all over his lips. "I can't believe it, after all this time she finally loves me!"
"Hang on a second," tried to argue Plagg. "What if it's just your baker girlfriend who accidentally sent you the wrong file? Maybe she's the one who fantasises about making out with you and Ladybug isn't part of this at all!"
Adrien gave Plagg a sidelong look. "Good try, buddy. No, she sent the file through the app we use to communicate as a team, but sent me a private message. I think she may have sent the wrong file. Actually I'm quite certain of it. But I'm also certain that it's definitely Ladybug who sent it. Or rather, what I'm certain of is that she sent it using the group chat app, because if I'm right, it means that it is technically Marinette who sent it anyway."
But the story wasn't stopping at the reveal, and this was sending deep shivers down Adrien's gut. The rating "mature" was definitely appropriate. Maybe even too low.
"She wants me to do what?" he gasped as he read a particularly heated passage. Then a smirk started stretching his lips. He went back to the private chat with Ladybug and posted in reply,
"Milady, are you sure you want me to send this to the team?" he wrote and clicked send, not expecting an answer until the morning, but almost immediately he saw the three dots of Ladybug—Marinette!—replying,
"Yes, it's only a little collage, nothing serious. I think that the Santa hat makes your eyes shine, don't you think?"
So well, yes, she had sent him the wrong file. His heart threatened to explode in his throat as his eyes were glued to the story she had sent him, taking in every single word of it, analysing it, scrutinising it, lingering on each and every word with his eyes as if wanting to engrave them in his soul.
Was it...just a work of fiction? Was it only a literary exercise or was there something else? Was it too pretentious of him to actually assume that, if this story was really a "super Duper secret" story, it was maybe hitting closer to home than Ladybug—Marinette!—really wanted anybody, especially him, to ever know about?
It felt wrong reading it. Like coming across someone's secret diary and reading it instead of putting it away. But he couldn't help himself, he was transfixed, nearly charmed towards those words on the file.
One thing was sure. Ladybug was a good writer.
And another thing was sure. She had very clear ideas of everything that she wanted to do with all parts of his body—Adrien's body. Especially one...and his face was renewed in its warmth as he read every single thing that the love of his life would have wanted to do to—and with—his dick. Fuck's sake, he was getting worked up only reading all that. He closed his eyes, savouring the emotions, and the tingle in his gut, that a particularly spicy sentence had given him. He would soon need some release. And after reading all that he really didn't want to do it by himself.
He managed to tear his eyes off the text long enough to write a message in reply to Ladybug—Marinette!
"Okay...if you say so. I'm on my way."
He hit send and chuckled, noticing how the three dots on the other side of the app appeared instantly.
"What do you mean, you're on your way?"
He laughed and called his transformation, rolling his eyes at Plagg's disappointment. And as soon as the black spandex wrapped around him, he grabbed his baton and jumped out of his window into the dusky lights of the dawn.
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"Tikki, why do you think Chat Noir said that he was on his way?" Marinette wondered in her bed.
Tikki turned towards her from inside her little bed on her bedside. "I don't know, Marinette. Maybe you misunderstood?"
Marinette shook her head. "Not much to misunderstand. He said clearly, 'I'm on my way'."
But as she said that, she heard a thump coming from her balcony and her heart started racing madly in her chest as she held her breath. She squeaked when she heard a knock at her skylight door. She could see his dark silhouette in the dusky light of the dawn, his blond hair nearly shining in the darkness, giving him an ethereal, almost fairy-like appearance.
Marinette exchanged a worried look with Tikki and signaled to her little friend to hide. Then she stood from her bed and opened the skylight, popping her head through.
"Uh, hello Chat Noir...what do I owe the honour," she started to say, but he put a hand on her shoulder and smirked, and the words just died in Marinette's throat.
"Nice try, Buginette. But it won't work this time," he said, trying very hard to hide a chuckle.
Marinette felt all blood draining from her face as her entire world literally crashed to the ground. She sucked all her breath in and cupped both hands on her mouth, her terrified gaze unable to break eye contact with the electric green eyes of her partner. Her partner who, for some reason, had understood that she was Ladybug!
"N-no, what are y-you talking about?" She tried to feign even more confusion than she really was feeling.
Chat Noir raised an eyebrow and let the chuckle he has been holding from the start finally come out. "Marinette you really shouldn't send files off at 3 in the morning," he scolded her. "Especially if you want to keep your identity a secret." He smirked at her even more confused look.
"What?"
His chuckle turned into an amused cackle. "Go to the group app, on the private message you sent me and check what file you have put on your message."
He saw Marinette hesitating. He saw her looking around, probably trying to find an escape route, but there was none and she just looked at him, a massive frown furrowing her brows.
"Don't give me that. Do you want me to detransform to show you on my phone?" he cheekily asked. The gleam of sheer panic that he saw in her eyes amused him even more.
Eventually, Marinette lowered her head, pouted and went back inside her room, signaling to him to follow her. He did as he was told and a few seconds later, he was sitting on her bed with his legs crossed and witnessed with immense delight her picking up her phone, doubt in her eyes, still glued to his. She turned the screen on and went on the icon he recognised very well. Then, she went on the private chat she had started with him less than an hour before and pouted again.
"If this is a joke," she started, but Chat Noir flashed his eyebrows.
"Check the file and then tell me if you really want the rest of the team to read that." Again, he smirked suavely and waited for her next move.
She sighed and clicked on the file. And the second the words popped open in front of her, her eyes became impossibly wide, her face as white as a sheet.
"No, no, no, no! That wasn't—" She nearly strangled her words as they came out. Then she sucked her breath in and hid her face behind her hands. "You've read it!"
His hand reached for his nape. "Uh, well, yeah…you said it was important so…"
She grabbed him by the bell and forced eye contact, her fury clearly visible in her glare as she pulled him close. "It was clearly not what I had planned to send you. How dare you read my personal file…"
He cringed. "But Milady, you said it was a Christmas present and I must say this is the best Christmas present ever!"
She let him go and again hid her red face behind her hands. "But...that was only a guilty pleasure. I never intended it to get out of my documents. It should never have been read by anyone. And especially not by you. Or Adrien! I'm so embarrassed!"
He looked down. "I'm sorry, Marinette. I did realise almost immediately that you must have gotten mistaken, especially when I read the reveal. But...it was addictive. And you do write well!"
She didn't emerge from her fingers at all. "What person is so sick in his mind to find it addictive to read the...the…" She had to force the word out of her throat. "The sexual fantasies of a girl with her crush? I mean, it wasn't with you, so why carry on reading!"
He gave her a cunning look. "But Milady, your 'crush', as you call him, confessed to you to be me. So in a way, it was about me, right?" He chuckled again as she buried her face even more in her hands and muttered something inintelligible. "Actually, this is something I would like to check with you because it really left me baffled."
"What?" he heard her mutter through her hands.
"How did you find out?"
Marinette's face emerged from her hands and she cocked an eyebrow at him. "Find out what?"
His smirk widened as he grabbed her face and blocked it in a way that she could only look at him. Or close her eyes obviously. "Claws in," he said decisively.
As the flash of green ran through his body, he saw her rushing to close her eyes shut and smiled softly at her.
"Look at me, Marinette, please!"
She shook her head and cupped her hands on her eyes. "I don't want to!"
He tried to move her hands, but she wouldn't allow him, so with a little smirk, he leaned forward and placed a sloppy kiss on her collarbone. He saw her gasping and jerking away.
"What—" she started asking, but he interrupted her,
"That's one of the things that you'd like me to do to you, right? And sucking on your pulse?"
She crouched even more, balling over herself. "Please, kill me…" she muttered in a low whisper. Then she changed position, sitting on her knees and stiffening up. "Why did you have to read it?" She growled at his chuckle. "And I don't want you to do it, sorry minou. Just Adrien Agreste!" But she didn't expect Chat Noir to double up laughing at her remark.
"So you do want me to do it…" he whispered into her ear.
And that's when the temptation was too big for Marinette, and also the shock of the suspicion that his words had insinuated into her heart. She couldn't resist and she peeked from behind her fingers, coming out with a loud squeak as soon as realisation hit. She slowly lowered her hands, her eyes even wider than before, her mouth unable to utter a single sound.
The silence was deafening as she kept staring at him, as still as a salt statue, while the first glimmers of dawn slowly turned into a stronger sunlight.
"Hi…" he said, feeling his face getting extremely warm under her terrified gaze.
Plagg chose that moment to zip out of his shirt and dart his gaze from his holder to Marinette and back. "I think you broke her, gamin."
"I thought she would be happy…" he admitted, rubbing the nape of his neck in a nervous gesture.
"I'm sure she will be, Adrien, when she'll come to terms with the fact that the very person she didn't want to read that story has actually read it." The little God of Destruction smirked. "All of it," he added eventually while shooting a funny glance at Marinette, who blushed even more. "And you should have seen how worked up he got himse—"
"PLAGG!" Adrien interrupted his kwami.
"Plagg what? You have the right to embarrass her and she doesn't have the right to know about how hard it was for you to tear your eyes from those words?"
"Plagg, please!" begged Adrien, but the little God was on a roll now.
"Nope nope nope...it's not fair on her, she should know. Especially, she should know that it hit you the hardest to find out that Ladybug was Marinette, right?"
Adrien blushed like a tomato and looked away, pouting, one of his elbows resting on his inner thigh. "Can you not go looking for Tikki or the other kwamis?"
Plagg smirked again. "Oh I'm going. I'm just having a lot of fun teasing you, Adrien!"
Adrien picked up one of Marinette's pillows and threw it at the little God who cackled and zipped away, leaving him a hot mess in front of the girl he was trying to tease just seconds before.
He blushed a darker shade of red. "I'm sorry, Marinette. I know I shouldn't have read it. I've been really insensitive and I would understand if you told me to give back my Miraculous, go away and never come back."
"NO!" she said in a choked whisper.
This popped a little smile on his lips. "Thank you. Really, I know I messed up. But when I saw that my civilian self was in it, I got very curious, especially after reading your declaration of love." He looked up. "Which I absolutely adored by the way!" He noticed that her embarrassment had doubled, but at the same time she was peeking at him from behind her fingers.
"Really?"
He nodded. "Aha. I couldn't believe that there was a story where my civilian self managed to grab hold of your heart. I had never even thought about this pairing befo—"
"It's actually quite popular on Ao3," Marinette interrupted him. "They call it 'Ladrien', as in Ladybug and Adrien. Crazy right?"
His face gained a beautiful red tinge. "You're not serious are you?"
She shook her head. "I was surprised to start with, but then it…" She brought a hand to her nape and looked up. "...it became addictive to read, although...although nobody seemed to get my character right, or yours for what I could think of you in my mind."
"Your depiction is good!"
She became as red as a tomato. "Uh, thank you. That's why I had started writing the story in the first place. But then I got carried away and...it became a guilty pleasure that I didn't want to show to anyone."
She cupped her hands to her face again. They both stopped talking, a deafening silence wrapping around them. After a couple of quiet minutes, Adrien started looking at Marinette and bummed his way close to her, poking her playfully.
"Say, Milady, did you really mean what you said in that love declaration?"
She didn't move for the longest time, but eventually she nodded, still not uttering any sound.
"So...I assume that the famous Buttercup was...me?" he asked and looked at her with a hopeful but tensed smile.
Again, she kept quiet for a while, and then she peeked through her fingers, gasped and muttered something unintelligible before nodding again. Adrien balled his hands into fists and brought both to his mouth and squealed excitedly. This reaction must have baffled Marinette, because the girl lowered her hands and gave him a pointed look.
"What?" he asked her.
"What was that for?"
He looked up again. "Uh, did you miss the part where Plagg said that it 'hit me the hardest' to find out that you were Ladybug?" He blushed and started fidgeting with his index fingers in front of his own nose. "I...kinda had developed a crush on you recently. You you, I mean. You know, after that day at the pool, when you fell on me a couple of years ago?"
He dared looking at her and her shock was very evident, her eyes as wide as saucers, and a light blush dusting her cheeks and nose, making her freckles show even more. He rubbed his nape nervously.
"Now I know why Plagg kept telling me not to worry that I was in love with two girls…"
"You...you love me?" Marinette asked, and when he gulped and nodded, she sucked all her breath in and brought her hands to her mouth again.
"Yeah, I don't really know when I started, to be honest, but I realised consciously that day at the pool. You remember? The day that I saw you with my old umbrella and it closed on our heads." He noticed that she was staring at him, almost unable to breathe. "Did you really fall in love with me when I gave you that umbrella?" A little smile curved his lips when she nodded. "It must have magic powers."
At that, Marinette snorted and a little giggle came out of her throat. "Yeah...it must be cursed to make fall in love the people it closes on the head of."
They both laughed, but yet again, an embarrassed silence grew between them. After a little while, Adrien poked her again.
"What?" she asked, not even looking at him.
"Do you really want to do all those things?" He sniggered at her squeak. "Me do them to you and you do them to me, I mean. Like in your story. You...kinda seemed to be a little obsessed with my...dick." He only muffled the last word because Marinette put her hands on his mouth.
"Adrien!" she scolded him, but he grabbed her hands from his mouth and leaned closer, causing her to lose her balance and fall on her back. He positioned himself on top of her.
"Because, you know, if you wanted to check if any of that was realistic, I, well, wouldn't mind, at all!" He said that as his face moved closer and closer to hers, until their lips were so close that you would just need to breathe in to make them touch. "Would you mind?" he asked. She paled , but eventually she shook her head, and he took the hint instantly, his lips crashing on hers.
He wasn't prepared for the kaleidoscope of sensations that the mere touch of their lips caused to his gut. A storm of butterflies filled his stomach and a strong tingle, a little like an electroshock, resonated deep into his core. His hands moved to her cheeks, trying to hold her head close.
Then, his lips left hers and started peppering her jaw and neck with wet kisses and licks, until he reached her collarbone. He heard her moaning and smiled on her skin, his lips reaching for the pulse on her collarbone and starting to suck on it until he left a mark. He let go of her flesh with a pop and moved a hand reverentially across her clothed chest.
"My...you're way overdressed for this," he said jokingly, causing Marinette to groan. Yet, the girl didn't take long to pop a small smirk on her swollen lips.
She tugged the neck of his white shirt and chuckled. "So are you, Monsieur." She saw him rushing to his shirt to take it off, but she stopped him. "C-can I do it?"
He blinked. "This wasn't—"
"I know." She blushed. "It didn't fit in the story but I have always wanted to do it!"
He took a big breath and relaxed his shoulders. "Do your worst, Milady."
She leaned closer and worked on his shirt, taking it off and putting it on the ground next to them. Then she proceeded to his black t-shirt and hesitated when her hands pulled up its hem.
"A-are you sure it's okay?"
He pursed his lips. "More sure than anything else in my life." Then he gave her a sidelong look. "As long as you're also happy to do it."
He saw how all colour left her cheeks as her breath caught up. "We...we're really going to do it, right?"
"Only if you want to," he whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver.
In all answer, she gulped and tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it up to his armpits and tugging a couple of times more to force him to put up his arms, which he did, and took the t-shirt off.
An adorable blush dusted Marinette's cheeks and nose when she looked at his exposed torso. Adrien coughed a little and moved his hands to the hem of her pyjamas top.
"If that's okay…" he asked, and Marinette blushed an even deeper shade of red than Ladybug's suit.
"I-I've got n-nothing underneath," she complained, but she allowed him to pull up her top and pulled her arms up to let him take it off.
Adrien sucked his breath in at the wonderful sight that was left to his eyes. Marinette's breasts were plump, round and full, perfectly sized to fit in the cup of his hand, he found out when he tried to touch her. She moaned, but didn't stop him, so he became braver and started playing with her nipples. Marinette gasped for air.
Her reaction made his heart race at thousands miles per hour. He kissed again the mark he had left on her collarbone and then moved his lips down her bosom until he reached her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and started sucking. Marinette moaned loudly and arched her back when his hand reached the other nipple and started playing with it as well.
He moved his mouth from one nipple to the other, trying to give both breasts the same treatment, and massaging her boobs with his fingers. When she let out yet another moan and arched her back again, his hands left her breasts to run slowly all over her sides and tummy until they reached the hem of her pyjama trousers.
"Is this okay?" he checked, but Marinette groaned.
"Yes," she muttered and he happily obliged, pulling her trousers down and then off in just one gesture, to get back immediately on top of her, to admire the sight in front of his very eyes.
"God, you're gorgeous," he murmured while caressing her thigh with one hand. The years had been very kind with her since the last time he had seen her wearing almost nothing, that day at the pool when he saw her in a swimming costume. She had filled up in the right places and all the exercise that she did every day fighting akumas had made sure that she kept lean. Her body was a work of art!
Marinette shivered under his touch and gasped when his fingers grabbed her lacy underwear. Yet, when he asked her again if he could continue, she started pulling her panties down and nodded shyly when he tentatively tried to help her. Soon, her panties fell on the ground next to her pyjamas top and bottom, and the girl was left completely bare, squirming under his adoring gaze. Having his hands on her feet, he started massaging them, moving slowly his hands up in a caress that was causing Marinette to shiver and sent a real electroshock deep on his core.
With a pleading look, he placed his hands on the mound of her sex, and when he saw her gulping dryly but nodding, he felt tears running down his cheeks. He had wanted to do this for years! With a little content sigh, he started passing his fingers over her sensitive skin until he reached her folds. He heard Marinette moan loudly and saw her arch her back, so he got braver and put a finger inside of her.
Her reaction was instantaneous, which gave him a bust of confidence. "You're wet," he marveled, his fingers growing more and more confident the more he saw the delighted smile curving her lips while, eyes closed, she seemed to savour immensely every single movement of his fingers. It took him no time to find her little bud of pleasure, and as he started rubbing it, he saw her going into a mad frenzy of moans and squirms.
"Oh, Adrien!" A fresh series of moans came out of her throat.
Adrien smirked and rested his body on hers, his hand still playing with her bud as he whispered into her ear, "Do you really want me to lick it?" He felt a jolt in his insides when he saw Marinette shiver but nod. "Never done any of this before but...I'll give it a go."
He sat on his heels and passed his fingers on her whole body, paying greater attention to her breasts and nipples, and then continuing down on her tummy, a little smirk on his lips when he saw the goosebumps on her skin. He raised her knees and rested his hands on top of them, looking her in the eye as he suavely asked her, "Can you open your legs for me?"
Marinette was literally shaking when she obliged and released her legs enough for him to push them open and positioned himself in between them. His heart was beating so madly in his ribcage that he felt slightly dizzy, her scent inebriating him and driving him crazy.
He opened her folds with his fingers and gave a tentative lick on what he recognised was her clit. The instant moan and arch of her back felt like a wonderful reward, and he didn't dislike her taste and scent—quite the opposite in fact—so he carried on, enjoying immensely how every flick of his tongue was getting a reaction from her. He loved the sensation of power he was getting, having the girl that was his entire world squirming and moaning under his touch. He wanted more. He wanted her to scream and beg for him.
His heart was bursting with overwhelming sensations as her little bud became always more turgid under the avid touch of his tongue. He increases his speed, his fingers finding their way to her wet entrance and tentatively sliding in. When one finger slided in, Marinette's gasp sent shivers down his spine, his own sex throbbing inside his pants, his jeans starting to get uncomfortable because of his arousal. He experimented further, sliding a second finger in, and then a third and started pumping in and out.
Marinette tensed and grabbed tight hold of his hair as she gasped for air, her folds getting wetter and wetter. Until he felt her wrapping around his head and scream his name and a small creamy release reached his mouth. He pulled himself up, a wide smile on his glistening lips as he wiped them dry with the back of his dry hand. "I made you cum," he stated, looking very proud and happy with himself.
Marinette was panting, still trying to come down from her high, but the look of pure delight in his face was so funny she couldn't stop herself and started giggling. When he pouted her giggle turned into laughter and after seconds, she was doubling up on herself.
"What?" He pouted again, his hands crossed on his chest and looking away.
She couldn't resist and sank her fingers in his gold mane, sighing at its softness under her touch. She ruffled his hair and moved his face towards her to force eye contact. "Yes you did!" she admitted, her cheeks gaining a shade close to crimson as her gaze locked into his. "And now I think it's my turn. And you're way overdressed for what I'm gonna do to you," she whispered, still panting as she tugged at the hem of his jeans, noticing for the first time the bulge that had grown between his legs as she unzipped him and started pulling his trousers down.
He moved to help her but she tsk-ed and told him off. "Nope, nope nope!" She waved her index finger in front of his nose and gave him a flirty look. "I'm doing it, Chaton. You enjax. Uh, reloy. Daaaaah… relax and enjoy!" Her body language was far from confident as she mixed her words as usual.
"How many times did you rehearse that, Marinette?" he inquired, causing her to blush darker and give him a cringe smile.
"Way too many…"
He laughed, and his laughter was so infectious that she quickly imitated him, but when her gaze crossed his amused one, his face was too close to hers for her sanity.
He was still giggling when he leaned forward and placed a peck on her lips, to then grab her face with both hands and deepen the kiss. He felt her tensing a little when he nibbled at her lower lip and pushed with his tongue, a silent request for permission. But then she relaxed and opened her lips slightly, allowing him in.
If the sensation of his lips on hers had opened a whole can of emotions in his gut, savouring her sugary taste was like an explosion. The last rational part of his brain forgotten about, he took his time to explore every inch of her mouth, sliding his tongue on each of her teeth and nibbling again at her lip.
When they both opened their eyes as their lips parted, they were both panting. Marinette though was very determined not to be the only naked person in the room. Her hands ran again to the hem of his trousers, continuing to pull them down from where she had been interrupted. He moved on his knees to give her better access to remove his trousers from his backside, and then sat on it to give her room to take the legs off. He was left with a pair of red polka dotted boxers and Marinette's cheeks dusted crimson again.
"As if you weren't expecting it," challenged Adrien, but Marinette smiled languidly.
"One thing is to expect it, and another is to actually see it!"
She started moving feathered fingers on his torso, sending deep shivers through his spine, until she reached his underwear. Then her smile turned to a small smirk and she grabbed the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, releasing his throbbing erection.
He heard her sucking her breath in and saw her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, and he felt his whole face warming up, his heart doing somersaults in his chest.
"Dick enough for you?" he said with a shaky voice, his hand reaching for the nape of his neck. When she looked at him funny, he shot her a toothy grin. "You get it? Big. Dick. Okay. Never mind…"
Marinette facepalmed. "You really are Chat Noir…"
"Y-you like my sense of humour. Right?" He batted his eyelashes at her and toothy-smiled at her again, leaning closer and invading her personal space.
She glared at him and pushed him back. "Immensely. Just your timing is always wrong…" She giggled as he pouted. But then, his pout turned into a smirk and he poked her in the ribs.
"You haven't answered my question." He sniggered at her sudden embarrassment, but he didn't laugh anymore when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. That's when his snigger suddenly turned into a moan. And that's when it was Marinette's time to smile.
"So sensitive," she whispered as she softly ran her fingers all over his length. Adrien's dick twitched and Marinette's smile widened.
She started passing the fingers of one hand over the smooth surface of his glans while with the other she was holding it on her palm. She carried on doing it for a couple of minutes, until his hands covered hers urgently and he moved one of her hands to hold his shaft and perform the action he was starting to get desperate for her to do.
She followed his instructions and beamed in delight as in just a few strokes he was a moaning mess in her hands. As she stroked him, she spent some time admiring his beautiful face, his little satisfied grin, his eyes closed, the way he looked utterly helpless and needy of her touch. A little smirk popped on her lips—she was having the upper hand on Adrien Agreste, and she was absolutely loving it.
Suddenly she saw his breath catching and his head rolling back and she leaned closer, not stopping her pumping motion, but slowing it down a little to kiss his eyelids. He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated so much to make his green orbs nearly black.
"Don't stop," he pleaded, but Marinette had different ideas. She did stop, causing him to groan in disappointment, but his groan quickly turned into a moan when she leaned down and put his glans into her mouth.
His surprised gasp was a great reward for Marinette, and so were his hands wrapping around her hair and holding strongly on her head. She tentatively tried to suck his dick, lick his glans and shaft up to his balls. Then, she started a regular movement up and down, encouraged by the way Adrien's breath was catching and his moans were increasing. But when she started feeling a little discharge coming out of it, which she assumed was pre-cum, she stopped.
"You're cruel, Milady!" was all he managed to say, but he didn't complain anymore when he opened his eyes and saw what she was doing. She had reached for a drawer of her bedside and had taken out a small wrapped packet that she was dutifully opening up. She took a condom out of it and started rolling it on top of his dick. Then, without warning, she sat back on her knees and leaned in to kiss him. Hungrily, nearly voraciously, as she moved to straddle him, her wet pussy rubbing against his throbbing dick until she found her entrance and slid him in.
Adrien's eyes opened impossibly wide as she let him plunge deep. "You're so tight," he purred into her ear as he felt her letting him get deeper and deeper, slowly, until he was fully in. He felt her tensing for an instant, but she got herself together quickly enough and started holding on to her thighs and knees, lifting herself up and then coming down on him again. And then stopping again for a few seconds.
"Are you alright?" he asked her when he saw her tensing again, but she gulped dryly and looked him in the eye as she nodded.
"Yeah. Just burning a little, but it's getting easier."
His lips curled in a smile. "You do know that you can stop if you want. I don't want to hurt you, I don't mind."
She shook her head. "Nope. No way!" As she said that, she pulled herself up again and once more, went down on his dick, letting him sink even deeper than before. This time both of them moaned at the same time.
"S-so good…" muttered Adrien as she gasped audibly, and then pulled herself up again, starting to ride him at a steady rhythm.
Very soon Adrien was moaning louder and louder, his hand reaching for her little bud of pleasure and starting to rub it frantically, trying to bring her up to her high as quickly as possible, his hips starting to follow the movement of the girl on top of him. "Faster, Milady, faster!"
But he felt her clit getting more turgid under his fingers and suddenly, her walls started to pulse around his dick as she gasped for air and crouched all around him, unable to move or do anything as her whole body was shaking. So with a swift gesture, he rolled them over, ending up on top of her and started riding her, faster and faster, his fingers still playing with her clit as she screamed his name, cumming again at the same time as he finally got his release, their bodies shaking wrapped in a bone crushing hug.
He collapsed on her and held her tight, placing a soft kiss on her collarbone before attempting to pull out. But Marinette held him in place.
"Hold me. Just a little longer," she whispered into his ear.
"I need to dispose of the condom," he said back, but she hugged him tighter and kissed his cheek.
"Later…" she said, but he gave her a stronger hug and then lifted himself up, closing the top of the condom to then dump it in the little bin Marinette pointed out at him. After doing it, he crawled back into bed next to her and hugged her tight again.
"I need to go in a minute. I'll be expected to get downstairs for breakfast in, like, half an hour…"
"Mhhhhhhhh," was her disappointed reply. "Stay. It's Christmas..."
He pouted. "Would love to, Marinette. I know it's Christmas, but my father is my father."
She hugged him tighter. "When can you come back?"
"Tonight." He beamed as she cupped a hand to his cheek. Then he leaned forward and placed a soft peck on her lips. "I love you, Buginette! Happy Christmas!"
She joined her forehead to his and locked their gazes together. "Happy Christmas, Adrien. I love you more!" She saw him trying to argue and gave him another peck on the lips to then push him away off her bed, a little smirk curling her lips. "Now get dressed and go before your housekeeper has a heart attack not finding you in your bed!"
He cocked an eyebrow at her and put his clothes back on quickly. Then he called his transformation and leaned in for a last peck. "Don't think that I haven't realised your little trick, Milady." He winked. "But I am quite happy with what you said, so I'll let it go. See you later, mon amour!"
That said, he blew her a flirty kiss, as her cheeks dusted in pink, and took his baton from behind his back, using it to propel himself out of the window.
Marinette was left hugging her cat pillow, in her bed, staring at the sunlight filtering through her skylight door. "See you later, mon Chaton. Miss you already!"
Fin
Author's Note:
Hello everyone and happy…uh, post Christmas again! This story is a Secret Santa for the Miraculous Cumtributors discord server. :D Strangerahne, I hope you will like this story. Happy Holidays :)
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