I have watched exactly ONE (1) episode of this show. And I already see why people might ship these three together. So when this particular... request came along, how could I say no?

Everybody is a consenting adult in their mid-20s. And it's a No Miraculous AU.

Will contain Dom/sub dynamics, consensual rough sex and something that sets a couple of paws over the line in to pet play, but not the whole animal.

-MLB-

Luka leant against the wall between shelves, watching with a fond smile as Adrien bent over to root through the freezer stocks. He heard the little bell jingling, and saw Marinette letting her eyes wander down to enjoy the view of Adrien leant over. His black jeans were very flattering, so Luka didn't blame her one bit. Adrien straightened up, clutching a box victoriously. People passing the trio in the shop threw looks at the black cat ears perched atop Adrien's blond hair, but with his back to them Adrien didn't see. Though Luka knew if he did, the man would have some choice words for anybody who took issue.

"Found them! The lady's favourite pies."

Adrien grinned and turned to show them to Marinette, laughing when he saw her eyes shift up to his face quite quickly.

"Thanks! Come on, before you decide to lock yourself in the ice cream fridge."

"I would never! I'd grab one and run away."

Adrien grinned, practically skipping around. Luka followed, hearing the little bell jingle again. The three of them often drew looks when they were out together. Or alone, he supposed. Adrien liked to wear his collar pretty much everywhere - thin black leather, complete with a little bell on the front. And though they were mostly reserved for around the house, Adrien also sometimes donned his cat ears for trips outside too. Neither Luka or Marinette had any issue with that - he was their kitten, and they adored seeing him in his element, feeling free enough for self expression.

Marinette gave Adrien a little tickle under the chin, which made him squirm and giggle. Luka continued to smile to himself as he watched his two lovers. Years ago, when they were all teenagers, while Luka was fairly comfortable in who he was and making music wherever he went, the other two were shyer, a little more awkward about it. Marinette would have been embarrassed to death to be so affectionate, especially in public, and Adrien was much too insecure to ever step out of line, intimidated by familial pressure. Luka adored watching them grow in to themselves, watching the shackles of expectations fall away until they cared little for whether they drew strange stares.

Luka didn't blend in much himself either, enjoying the freedom to alter his body in ways that made him happy. Snake tattoos wrapped themselves around his torso, and slithered down his arms. Old ladies tutted when they passed as they took in his dyed blue hair, the metal rings in his lower lip and his stretched ears. He let them; he was hurting nobody. Just like Adrien in his ears and collar.

Sweet and affectionate, Adrien nuzzled Marinette before he moved to do the same to Luka. He didn't quite purr (though that sometimes happened at home), but when Luka lifted a hand to stroke his hair, Adrien took hold of it and pressed a kiss to the palm, then gave Luka's painted nails a smile. He traced fingers over the bracelet on Luka's wrist; it was one Marinette had designed for him the year before, and Luka loved the effort put in to it just as much as he loved the actual bracelet. The fashion designer in question didn't quite stick out for her dress sense - a short sleeved shirt that rested just below her waist, and loose-fitting trousers with flowers patterned over them simply looked comfortable and pretty. Being out with two men she visibly, simultaneously treated as her boyfriends drew a little more attention.

"You're being very cute right now. What are you planning?"

Marinette asked, and Adrien turned wide, innocent eyes to her.

"Me? Nothing! I'm just living in the meow-ment."

Luka bit back a laugh, and wondered if Adrien was about to embark on a dangerous game of winding up Marinette with his cat puns. He did that sometimes. Their little kitten had a sassy mouth.

"Adrien."

Marinette said only his name, and Adrien visibly considered whether to stop or not for just a few seconds. Then his face split in to a grin.

"I'm just kitten around!"

And with that, he scampered away, the bell on his collar jingling in his exuberance. Marinette turned to Luka and rolled her eyes, but he saw the fondness written on her face. He didn't point it out; Adrien knew the game he was playing by winding her up. He'd gotten in trouble for it before, after all. Luka chuckled to himself as he followed Marinette, listening out for the tell-tale tinkling sound of Adrien's collar.


Adrien pouted to himself. They were pawsitively mean!

Ok, so he knew if he made too many puns, Marinette especially was going to make him pay for it. And, well, he loved that fact. And he looked forward to whatever she came up with, content in the knowledge he was entirely safe no matter what.

Safety was one of those feelings he still very much cherished. Love. Security. Acceptance. He was free to be completely himself. No pressure for maintaining a serious image, like he'd had from his father when he was growing up. No obsessive concerns for the way he looked, since he wasn't a model with a brand to protect any longer. He could be silly and playful and even childish at times, living with a freedom he'd lacked as a boy. And not only that, but he had two people he loved, and who loved him in turn. It had taken time to trust them, but they had both been so patient with him. Earned his trust, and then his submission.

They were strict at times, too. But only when they felt they needed to be, when they felt Adrien needed the guidance. Or when he'd run his mouth a little too much, but since Adrien did it on purpose, he was pretty sure they were indulging him without admitting to anything of the sort.

"Come on little kittycat, time to get up."

Luka's voice intruded his thoughts, and Adrien blinked a couple of times before he looked up at his lover. A hand ran through his hair, and Adrien couldn't resist purring softly as he felt the light scratches against his scalp. He stretched, yawning.

"Don't wanna."

He complained, though it was mostly for show. Luka didn't rise to the bait, simply letting out a small chuckle.

"Marinette is making breakfast, and you'll need your strength today."

Adrien blinked, then sat up straight. Of course! His performance at the supermarket a couple of days ago, constantly making puns and generally having a playful catitude, had earned him a two day ban on orgasms. And as Luka had kindly just reminded him, that ban ended that day.

"What for?"

He said, playing ignorant even though Luka had obviously noticed his reaction to the news.

"Well, before we let you out of that little ban, you're going to have to put that sassy mouth of yours to good use. So up you get!"

Adrien clambered out of bed, anticipation already simmering slightly in his belly. He looked to Luka, who understood the silent question and tapped a painted finger against his chin in thought.

"It's not cold. Just some shorts. You can wear socks, and your ears if you like."

Adrien nodded, and grabbed some clean shorts to take to the bathroom with him. He showered, careful not to get his hair wet, then dried off and put on the shorts. A detour to the bedroom later, Adrien padded down the stairs in fuzzy socks, ears perched atop his head and his collar around his throat. Luka was already sat down, that soft smile on his face as he watched Marinette bustle around the kitchen. Adrien was able to perfectly picture Luka's offers to help, and Marinette's insistence that she was able to manage.

She ruffled Adrien's hair as she passed him, which brought a smile to his face. Once Marinette was done, she placed a plate and bowl down in front of Adrien. The plate contained pastries topped with mushrooms and melted cheese, and they looked absolutely delicious. The bowl was filled with yoghurt topped with passion fruit, and it also looked absolutely delicious. Adrien thanked her, and tucked in with relish. He was done before the other two, wiping smeared yoghurt from around his mouth and licking it off his hand while he waited.

"Good, kitten?"

Marinette asked, and Adrien nodded eagerly.

"Purrrr-fect! Thank you."

Luka hid a grin in his cup of tea, but Adrien caught it. Marinette raised an eyebrow.

"You want to add another day?"

Adrien considered it, then shook his head.

"No, m'lady."

Luka put his cup down and scooped up the last mouthful of his own breakfast, chewing and swallowing before he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Then he turned to Marinette, and nodded slowly.

"It really was lovely, thank you."

The almost bashful smile on Marinette's face was absolutely adorable, Adrien felt. He took his plate and bowl over to the sink, then returned to the table and finished his tea while Marinette finished eating. Adrien did the washing up once everyone was done, then got to curl up on the sofa while their breakfast settled, his head on Luka's lap and his legs slung across Marinette's. They smiled and caressed him lazily, just enjoying the physical contact with each other.

Adrien was so comfortable and content, he almost started to doze off. Only a small pinch to his inner thigh - not enough to hurt, because Marinette knew he only wanted pain under certain circumstances, but enough to get his attention - had him open his eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good."

"Stomach settled?"

Adrien nodded, but Marinette just raised an eyebrow. Use your words, her voice rang in his head. They insisted he verbalised his feelings, even small ones, and had spent a great deal of time proving he would be taken seriously, that he'd be listened to.

"Yes."

"I'll go get set up then, if you're sure?"

Adrien nodded eagerly, even as he added a "yes!" to it. Luka hummed, stroking his hair idly while Marinette lifted his legs to get out from under them, and she headed off toward their playroom. The anticipation from earlier was back, tingling under his skin as they waited. Marinette reappeared before long, beckoning the two to join her. After a quick bathroom trip to ensure he wasn't going to need to stop partway through their play to pee, Adrien stepped in to the playroom. Luka slid a hand beneath his chin and stroked a thumb along his jaw, the tender affection in his beautiful eyes almost enough to make Adrien weak in the knees.

"Clothes off, if you wouldn't mind."

He leant in and gave Adrien a soft kiss before stepping back, both his master and his mistress watching keenly as Adrien took off the socks and shorts he had on.

"Ears too. You can have them back later, I just want to be able to play with your hair properly kitten."

Marinette said, and Adrien complied, placing the headband aside carefully to stand there in just his collar and nothing else. His cock was already rising under their gaze, though he knew he wasn't going to be able to find release just yet, his body was undeniably excited to be the focus of their attentions. The sight of the two of them undressing only made him harder, erection bobbing in front of him when he was beckoned over. Marinette had him hold his cock up out of the way, and even the simple grip felt good. Adrien resisted the brief urge to stroke himself to completion, fully aware that orgasms were much better when his partners induced them, and that he hadn't yet earned the right to come.

A leather band was secured below his cock, preventing his balls from tightening and rising up - it wasn't impossible for him to come with that on, but it definitely made him last longer. And usually made the end result even more intense...

Luka had placed something soft down on the floor to pad Adrien's knees, before asking him to get down on all fours. Adrien obeyed happily, hearing his collar bell ring in his haste. Once he was settled, Adrien felt fingers stroking between his cheeks, the sensation making him squirm a little. Luka's cock brushed the back of his thigh as two lubed fingers pressed in to him. Adrien was unable to keep from rocking back a little; he wasn't especially fond of penetrating anybody himself, though he was happy to do so if instructed by either of his Dominants for their pleasure. But he loved being fucked himself, and even Luka's fingers felt amazing. Marinette knelt down in front of him, her hand under his chin tipping his head up and there was a playful grin on her face.

"Needy little kitten, aren't we? No use getting too excited yet, time for your sassy mouth to get you out of trouble, rather than in to it."

Adrien let out a little whine, though it dissolved into a moan at the end when Luka pressed down against his prostate, sending pleasure through his nerves.

"Relax for me. You're too tense, I don't want to hurt you."

Luka soothed, his free hand rubbing circles on Adrien's back. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, letting his muscles loosen up. That won him praise. Adrien was well aware he had a huge praise kink, and found degradation a massive turn off. He preened a little under the praise, and Luka seemed even more pleased when Adrien managed to take three fingers. He heard the tear of foil and the click of the lid to the lubricant, focusing on staying relaxed enough for Luka.

"You ready for me, chaton?"

Adrien all but melted in place; hearing their pet name for him in French was his absolute weakness, and a sign he was pleasing his masters well. Glowing with delight, Adrien nodded.

"Yes! Yes!"

Luka eased himself in, letting Adrien adjust to his size. Or his 'snake', as Adrien jokingly called it, since his boyfriend was a very big fan of serpents. He sighed happily at the feeling of fullness, humming happily when Luka rubbed his hips.

Satisfied that Luka was settled in place, Marinette made herself comfortable in front of him and cupped his jaw in both hands, searching his face to ensure she saw no doubts or hesitation there. Adrien turned his head to press a kiss to her hand, bringing a smile to his favourite Lady's face. He stuck his tongue out playfully, to display his eagerness, and Marinette laughed when she felt his tongue run over her palm.

"Eager, are we?"

Adrien grinned.

"Always. I'm a very good kitten."

Once Marinette was settled, she brushed her hands through his hair as Adrien leant down, nuzzling at her inner thigh and breathing in the scent of arousal. It made his cock twitch up against his belly, precum dripping from the tip when he tasted her. Marinette moaned softly, fingers massaging lightly at his scalp. Adrien continued, savouring the taste of his Mistress leisurely until Marinette encouraged him closer, pressing herself against his face. It was a little tough to focus with Luka still steadily thrusting in to him, well aware of how to hit every hot spot Adrien had and each stroke brushing over his prostate made Adrien a little more aware of the leather around his sac, holding him back until he'd earned his orgasm.

He let the pleasure spur him on, Luka's thrusts rocking him forward and back as he licked Marinette greedily, her hands in his hair tightening whenever Adrien's tongue slid over a particularly sensitive spot. He was sure she'd be talking all sorts of colourful filth, but with her thighs locked around his head Adrien couldn't hear much besides his own heart pounding. Adrien knew he wasn't done until Marinette was shaking and his face was dripping with her, so he kept going, flicking his tongue against her swollen clit and groaning when her nails scraped lightly over his scalp.

Even when she was close, Marinette was careful not to hurt him. He was ok with a bit of hair pulling when she climaxed; her brief loss of control turned him on no end when he was the cause. His concentration slipped every time Luka's thrusts made him see stars, but Adrien managed to keep going until not even her tightening thighs could muffle Marinette's scream of bliss. He kept going, seeking to prolong her high as Marinette clutched at his hair, rutting against his tongue until her muscles went lax and she pried his busy mouth away.

"Very good chaton" Adrien beamed "but you're not done yet."

Adrien continued to smile. He wasn't sad about that, though he let out a few petulant whines when Luka pulled out of him. Marinette gave him a look, and Adrien's cock twitched happily when he saw what she was reaching for. The two of them switched places, Luka removing the condom and wiping himself down to remove any traces of condom lubricant from his cock while Marinette got herself set up behind Adrien.

"Ready for me kitten?"

"Always!"

Adrien answered, twisting round to give Marinette a pleading look. She'd chosen a dildo that was about Luka's size, and Adrien revelled in the feeling of her pressing it inside him, the strap-on set up allowing her to grip at his hips to indicate she was setting the pace. Adrien keened, wanting to rock back and urge her deeper. Luka kindly offered him a distraction, his cock bumping against Adrien's lips until his mouth opened for it. He sucked happily, relaxing his throat to take him all the way in. Adrien was all but overcome with arousal, his brain hazy with feel-good hormones as both of his Dominants fucked in to him. His focus became sloppy, the blowjob becoming more of a face-fuck but Adrien loved it anyway, loved the sounds of Luka's pleasure filling his ears.

Luka and Marinette pushed him back and forth between them, Adrien's mind so far gone he could do little but take it. He knew nobody else but the two of them could put him in such a state, and that was what filled him with warm, melting pleasure. Luka's cock twitched against his tongue before he felt his lover climax, swallowing on reflex even as Luka pulled out and come splattered Adrien's face, dripping from his chin and down his cheeks. So lax and pliant in that state, Adrien slumped to the ground when Marinette pulled out and purred softly on the floor, feeling those lovely little head and back scratches from his master and mistress.

"You did so well chaton, we're very proud of you."

Words were still beyond him for a minute, so Adrien just soaked up the praise and attention until he was able to roll on to his back, wincing as he felt the band around his scrotum get tighter, his body fighting for freedom.

"Can I have that off now? Please?"

He pleaded, gesturing down. Luka wiped his face clean while Marinette carefully took off the vice, and Adrien sighed in relief.

"Thank you."

Marinette rubbed his sweaty stomach, smiling down at him with obvious affection.

"Of course little kitten. You've definitely earned your reward. What would you like us to do?"

With how close he already felt, Adrien was sure one orgasm was only going to take the edge off for him. So he looked up at the two of them, remembering he didn't need to be shy in asking for what he needed.

"Drain me dry."

Both looked quite happy with the request, though Luka had one question.

"And what do you say if it's too much?"

"Cataclysm."

Adrien answered; it was his safe-word, the way for him to hit a total stop on the scene when he was no longer willing or able to continue.

"Good. Would you mind if I cuffed you? You do look so pretty in restraints."

"I'm okay with that."

Adrien consented. He was actually more than okay with getting restrained; another way to feel safe with them. And knowing how much they enjoyed it was a nice bonus.

Once his legs were able to bear his weight, his hands were placed in soft but sturdy leather cuffs over his head, chain linked to a well-fitted hook in the ceiling. It wasn't designed for suspension, but it was strong enough to bear the weight of his arms slumping, and they had other equipment for times where Adrien was at risk of buckling completely. With Marinette behind him, an arm around his middle, and Luka knelt in front of him with bracing hands on his hips, Adrien felt secure in remaining upright even if they made his legs feel like jelly. Which they often did.

"Are you ready, kitten?"

Marinette ask and brushed her nose along his spine.

"Yes."

Adrien nodded, and he groaned as she eased her stap on back into him, pressing distracting kisses to his shoulder blades. Oh, that felt good. His groans grew higher, more desperate as a warm mouth sealed around his cock, feeling the brush of warm, solid metal on Luka's bottom lip. He really wouldn't last long.

Luka and Marinette knew how on edge Adrien was, and they brought him to his first orgasm hard and fast, Marinette making shallow thrusts to work his prostate as Luka licked and sucked at the sensitive tip of his cock. Adrien's sense of time was completely unhinged, drowned in the intense pleasure they brought him, but it couldn't have been long. Luka swallowed his come, choking slightly but then hummed, glancing up at Adrien watching him. The sight and noises paired with Marinette's kisses and her playing with his nipples was enough to make even the last coherent thought leave his mind.

Then the two continued as if nothing had happened. Luka bobbed his head, working the full length of Adrien's shaft. Hypersensitive from two days of orgasm denial followed by the (admittedly delightful) spitroasting from his lovers, Adrien felt the sensation turn from pleasure to pain. It was the only type of pain he truly craved, that edge where pleasure and pain became one. So unbearably sweet. His safeword lingered on the tip of his tongue, but he always wanted just one more second of that acute, sensational feeling.

The pain became pleasure again, and Marinette soundly fucked a second orgasm out of him. Luka dutifully swallowed it down, stopping briefly to take a drink of water before he dove right back in. The delicious pain came back quicker that second time, and Adrien felt his knees shake as it rolled through him. Every nerve was alight, his whole body sweating and flushed. Marinette was talking to him, but Adrien was barely able to hear anything over the blood pounding in his ears.

The third climax knocked the wind out of him, and Adrien almost safeworded, but he kept holding out for just one more second of that feeling. He needed it, craved it, that sense of freedom, of choosing for himself, of trust and love.

The fourth came on surprisingly fast, and this time it was more pain than pleasure as his muscles tightened, even his balls aching with the effort of four orgasms in a row.

"Cataclysm!"

He cried out, and immediately his partners stopped. Luka rose to his feet neatly, hands on Adrien's face.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. Just... had enough."

"Of course. Let's get you down now."

Marinette pulled out of him gently, body achingly empty. She wrapped her arms around his waist while Luka was undoing his restraints, helping stop Adrien from crumpling to the ground on his rubbery legs. They moved him over to the bed in their playroom, and laid him down on it carefully. Luka wiped the drool off his chin where Adrien's mouth had hung open as intermittent moans became a near-constant series of whines and cries.

"You did so well chaton. Look how lovely you are like this."

Adrien sighed, burrowing his face in to Luka's leg. Marinette chuckled behind him, her fingers trailing over his back.

"Aw, the kitten is all tense from being trussed up. How about Luka gives you a little shoulder massage while I get you some tea? Your throat has been through a real work out today."

Only able to nod as the soft bed welcomed his wrung-out body, Adrien obediently rolled on to his stomach so Luka could rub the knots out of his shoulders. A small price to pay for how he felt, safe and loved when bound for them. Talented hands worked every bit of tension out of him, soft voice speaking words of love. Marinette returned before long, and they propped him up on pillows so he was extra comfortable while sitting up. Marinette also had his headband, and placed his cat ears back on his head, scratching lightly at his neck before she handed him his tea.

Adrien sipped at the steaming mug and tasted honey, the thick, hot sweetness soothing his throat and filling him with a bubbling warmth that was partly the tea, but mostly the love radiating from both people who sat either side of him.

Once he felt a little less wrung out and had finished his tea, the three of them headed downstairs, so they could get a snack and laze around in front of the TV again. They usually went on long walks or out for the afternoon when all three were free as they were that day, but Adrien needed to regain a little more energy before he was up to that. He settled himself across their laps like he usually did, humming happily when he felt Marinette's hand settle on the bare skin just below his neck, Luka's hand resting on his leg.

Marinette occasionally flicked her thumb up, making the bell on Adrien's collar jingle slightly. He craned his neck to look up at her, seeing a playful smile on her face. He wriggled a little to get more comfortable, thinking to himself. His collar was his, not one that his partners had given him. They had talked about a more official collaring before, but Adrien hadn't been certain he was ready - he loved them both, and adored his place as their submissive. But it was a big commitment, and a small part of him had worried he would put himself in that place only to lose them both.

As his mind turned over that morning, Adrien noted every moment they had cared for him and how he'd never stopped feeling like he was loved, cherished, theirs. That niggling fear that had been lingering at the back of his mind that they might disappear paled in comparison to all those warm, beautiful thoughts. A sense of calm filled him, and Adrien let a serene smile form on his face. Luka saw, and there was a curiosity in his eyes when he looked at Adrien before he smiled back. Yeah, Adrien decided as he laid there with both their hands on him. I'm definitely ready.

-MLB-

Don't worry, he's definitely still going to have a bell on his collar! No way would they take that away from him.