Chat Noir landed on a nearby balcony and collapsed onto the modern chair that was near a small bistro table. Ladybug landed shortly after. He leaned back in the chair and parted his thighs wide with his lips parted in a pant. He ran his hands through his messy blonde locks and watched his Lady slump down into the chair beside him.

"That was harder than I thought it would have been." Ladybug caught her breath. The akuma they had fought wasn't the normal type they were used to. It was like over the years, Hawkmoth had gotten better at his craft. The akumatized victims were harder and stronger, gaining new abilities and more complex powers.

"Yeah. I feel like everytime we fight… it's a CAT-tastrophe." He winked at her in his exhaustion and she rolled her eyes and was on him like a wildfire. Her lips hungrily pressed against his and his eyes went wide before they relaxed.

He ran his gloved hands along her hip to the small of her back and ground against her. Her thighs straddled his hips in the chair and she ran her tongue along his, as he slowly slid his hands up her spine and tugged her head back by her ponytail. He smirked with a soft chuckle and a dangerous glint in his eyes, as he purred and slowly licked up her neck. She arched her back and let out a soft mewl, as she gripped his shoulders and rolled her hips into him. He growled, as his arousal brushed against her pussy through their suits.

Ladybug pressed her breasts against his chest, causing the peaks of her nipples to brush against him, through the thin fabric, setting her clit on fire as it brushed against his flexing cock. He panted and watched her through his dark lashes, as he brushed his hands up her stomach until his thumbs brushed her nipples. She cried out and steadied herself by placing one of her hands behind her, onto his knee. He widened his thighs more and rolled his hips into her and she gripped his shoulder and knee harder. Chat let out a soft moan, as his cock swelled more and flexed in his suit. He wanted her and all of her. His suit itched and irritated his sensitive skin. All he wanted to do was strip her of her skin tight ensemble and bury himself in her till he couldn't feel anything else, but her squeezing down on him with her tight walls. His secret worshiping words on his lips, as he visited the only church he knew and believed in.

"Ladybug…" Chat softly uttered her name with a hiss and yanked her closer by the back of her neck in a power fuelled hungry kiss.

"Ah…" Ladybug sighed and grabbed his bell, yanking it down to expose his muscular pecs. She bent down, keeping her bluebell eyes on his, and slowly licked from the bell to his collarbone.

Chat hissed and watched her through his long lashes. "Fuck…" He had never seen his Lady like this and it nearly brought him over the edge. She reached around him and undid his belt. She pressed her lips against his and distracted him with her tongue, while she removed it and secured it around his wrists, behind the chair. She broke the kiss and slowly drug her nails down his shoulders, to his pecs, to his stomach, to his thighs… as she slid down to her knees. Chat's chest rose and fell, as his glowing emerald eyes followed her. He visibly swallowed hard and parted his lips in a pant with widening thighs.

She kneeled between them and pulled his golden bell further down until the cool air caressed his heated cock. It flexed in the moonlight and he pulled against the restraints, wanting her lips to kiss it, to wrap her tongue around his swollen tip. That thought alone caused him to bite his lower lip and roll his hips, begging her to put her mouth to good use. "Ladybug…" He whined, and she watched, as pre-cum rolled out from the tip.

She smirked and looked up into his sultry green cat eyes. "How do you want me, Chaton?" She ran her tongue along the slit, slowly tasting him. He was salty and sweet and she wanted more. He gasped and pulled against the binds, as she smiled up at him, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed, how his eyes glazed over, catching the moonlight. How his lips parted and how his hair fell in front of his eyes.

"In every way possible, bugaboo. You kno-Mfft." Chat was interrupted by her wrapping her full lips around the head of his throbbing cock. He shifted his hips and widened his knees even further, relaxing into the chair, as she took more of him into her mouth. Soft mewls and groaned escaped Chat's lips and he looked down at her, watching her head bob in time with her expert fingers. "Ladybug… at this rate- I- I'm-" He let out a loud moan and Ladybug let him go with a wet pop. She didn't want him to go over the edge just yet. She still had more plans for him.

"Ah ah ah… not yet, Chaton. I still have plans for you." Ladybug slid her hands up his thighs and he tilted his head up with parted lips and heavily lidded seductive forest eyes. He was so close and couldn't control his hips. His knees trembled and his heart raced, his breath ragged.

"You're a tease…" Chat all but moaned the words from his mouth, as he yanked at the belt, wanting more than anything to touch her. To make her make the sounds that only he knew he could. To make her make the faces that he could only create. The one creative masterpiece he was good at, making her putty in his hands and sing melodies of ecstasy.

"Honey, you don't even know the half of it." Ladybug smirked and detransformed, leaving his wife in its wake. Chat groaned, realizing his wife hadn't worn anything underneath her suit.

"Oh sweet jesus." Chat bit back a groan, as she brushed her wet pussy against the length of him, causing him to raise his hips and press himself harder against her soft folds. "Oh fuck…" Her wet pussy slid against him, coating him in a slick sweet honey. He panted and watched her like she was his goddess and his queen.

Chat smirked, licked his lips, and bent forward to grab her bottom lip between his teeth. She gasped, and let out a soft mewl, as he nibbled on it. "Untie me…" He whispered along her lips and brushed them with his soft ones. "You know you want my hands on you. Touching, grazing over your skin, rolling over your tingling clit, sliding my fingers into your tight, wet, pussy. Stroking your g-spot until you scream my secret name." She parted her lips, at his words and panted, as he flicked her top lip with his warm tongue. "Hm?" He gave her a smoldering expression that could bring any woman to their knees.

Marinette groaned and undid his belt, letting it fall to the concrete floor. He grabbed her hips and placed her on the bistro table; before, he pulled her towards him with a quick jerked motion. She squeaked and within moments he was between her legs with his tongue buried between her folds and his fingers dug into her thighs. Marinette tangled her fingers into his soft hair and ran her hands along his leather cat ears, as she moaned and rocked her hips against his mouth. He pulled her closer and wrapped his lips around her clit, flicking her exposed button with the tip of his tongue. She leaned back letting her breasts catch the moonlight and her toes curled, her muscles tensed, her breath caught in her chest. He smirked and slid his middle finger into her wet tight core and used the pad of his finger to caress the swollen bundle of nerves inside her.

"AH! Chat!" Marinette bucked her hips and clenched her thighs around his head, cumming hard, coating his finger in honey.

He slid his finger out of her and slowly gave her pussy one more lick, tasting her on his tongue. He peered up at her and put his finger between his lips and licked and sucked it clean with a sultry glint in his eyes. "Sweet as ever, M'Lady." Marinette bit her bottom lip and softly mewled at the sight of her dirty kitty.

"Dirty Chaton." Marinette sighed, and ran her hand through his hair, as the cool air stimulated her throbbing sensitive clit.

"Oh I can get much-" He crawled up her from his knees and she leaned back in return. "-much, dirtier." He smirked at her and licked up her body and between her breasts, until he reached her neck and lingered kisses along her pulse point.

"Ah!" Marinette cried out, as he yanked her up and swung her around to sit her on the short half wall of the balcony. He smirked down at her and stole her lips with his own frantic ones.

"Hold on tight, Bugaboo." Chat winked at her and suddenly lined himself up with her tight opening and slammed into her. She gasped and cried out as he gripped onto her hips and rocked into her. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the wall, as her husband took her. He changed his angle slightly and she quickly grabbed his biceps and bit down onto his shoulder to quiet her screams. Chat panted and rested his forehead on her shoulder. She slightly arched her back and he kissed down her neck to her breasts and treated each of them with his tongue and lips. Sucking, flicking, and rolling each peaked nipple with his tongue and mouth. She cried out and yanked him closer to her. He groaned and caught her mouth with his in a passion fueled kiss that no one else could satisfy but her.

She felt her muscles tense, her clit twitch and throb, as it brushed against his heated skin. She panted and looked into his eyes with blue babydoll ones. "Chaton… I- can'- wan- AH..."

Chat smirked, slammed into her so hard that she lost her words. He loved making her go silent with his actions. Loved making her lose her barings like she used to when they were in high school and she would stutter for his civilian self. How he was the only one that could make her stumble on her words. "Stumbling for me, M'Lady? It's been years since I've heard you do that." He bit her bottom lip, tugged, and she groaned against his advances.

Marinette gave in and slid her hands around his muscular back and dug her nails into his back. Chat groaned; while, he pumped harder and faster into her until he couldn't anymore. Her walls caressed him, milked him, brought him to the brink of no return. He could tell by how she was spasming and how her thighs were trembling that she was close too. One flick of her clit and she was gone.

"You ready, baby?" Chat smirked down at her with his forehead pressed to hers. His glowing green eyes peered into her baby blues. "Ready to surrender to me, Purrincess?"

Marinette mewled at the nickname and it caused her to get closer to edge. Closer to her release that she needed. Her release was so close, it had begun to become more painful than pleasurable. Her skin pricked and her clit was swollen to the point of no return. The pleasure winding her up till she begged for mercy. "Please, kitty."

"That's not the name we discussed, Bugaboo. What'd I say?" He slowly licked up her neck and bit down. She cried out into the night.

"Please, mon dieu de sexe." Marinette begged and he smirked darkly at her, capturing her pouted lips with his own rosy ones, before he dipped his fingers between their bodies.

"Good girl." Chat rolled his finger against her throbbing clit and it took mere seconds for her to go over the edge, gasping, and screaming into his kiss. He groaned and yanked her closer by her hips, burying himself deeper, as her walls convulsed around him, tugging on his solid cock that couldn't swell anymore. "Fuck…" He groaned against her heated kiss and gripped the concrete wall in his fist and came hard, gasping her name on his lips, uttering it like a call for mercy, as his muscles spasmed and tightened with each release. "Ah… Marinette."

She panted, trying to catch her breath, as he lowered her to the ground. Her legs gave out and shook, as he chuckled and caught her. He placed soft kisses on her warm cheeks and grazed one of them with his palm. "You should transform. I have more plans for you when we get home."

She hummed with a warm smile and weakly uttered, "Tikki... Spots on."

Song I wrote to:

Church by Fall Out Boy