Author's Note:
Hello, everyone! This is my first mature story I've written in years, so I may be a bit rusty. Just a fair warning before reading further. This story is very much porn with little plot. As such, the character's may be a little bit out of character and the story far-fetched. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this fanfiction.
The following work is for +18 MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. It will contain subjects not suited toward younger readers.
Miraculous Ladybug and its characters DO NOT belong to me.
Summary:
In the midst of an akuma battle, Chat Noir is hit yet again in the line of duty. Ladybug takes it upon herself to do everything in her power to help him recover.
Chapter 1:
Chat Noir had not thought of the repercussions of pushing his Lady out of harm's way, accepting head on the fuchsia beam of light that shot from the akuma's palm. He could hear Ladybug's gasp as he quickly crumbled to the ground, her worried cries piercing his ears.
"Chat, speak to me! Are you hurt?" Chat's mouth felt dry as he tried to answer her. "What did you do to him!?" His partner did not wait for a response as she stood and rounded on the akuma, trying to get some clue as to what had just happened. Chat had been the villain's first victim, so the effect of her power was still a mystery.
"Fret not, Ladybug. He will live. I have simply bestowed upon him the frustration I have had to endure for years now. I will have every man in Paris suffer my wrath!" Ladybug was finally able to get a good look at their opponent. The woman, who appeared to be in her mid-thirties, stepped through the fog. Adorned with a leather bodysuit with a heart cutout at her breasts, her ashen skin shone in the light of a street lamp. Yellow eyes all but glowed in the dark, and a barbed tail swayed back and forth with her stride. The woman smirked at the sight of a prone Chat Noir. "Papillon's offer was so tempting... I just had to take him up on it. With this, I will be able to exact my revenge in exchange for your miraculous."
"Not going to happen." Ladybug's brow furrowed at the mere thought. "Does he really think that we'll just hand it over to him!?"
"I, Covet, have no desire to fight you or Chat Noir. I simply wish to bargain with you, Ladybug." Covet extended a gray hand. "Hand over your miraculous and I shall let both of you live." Ladybug's gaze quickly turned into an icy glare.
"Sorry to disappoint you!" Covet looked over her shoulder just in time to see a red and black spotted fist aimed straight for her face, catching it with ease. She smirked as her tail fazed through the Ladybug she had just been speaking to, a mere illusion.
"I see, so you had a conniving fox watching from the shadows." The two women exchanged a flurry of blows. Throughout their battle, Ladybug speculated where the item could be located that would release the citizen from Papillon's influence. So far, she had had no luck in finding the designated object, the darkness not helping in the matter.
It was just her luck that the akuma had appeared at midnight. Marinette would give anything to be in her bed at that given moment. Why did Papillon have to create an akuma so late on a school night!?
Just as Ladybug thought she had Covet cornered, the red-headed woman slipped out of her grasp. Ladybug's eyes jumped from building to building, trying to spot the villainess but to no avail. Covet's taunting voice rang out in the distance, "Don't worry, Lady Luck. I'll return for you very soon... Enjoy my parting gift!" With a giggle, the akuma vanished.
Marinette cried out in frustration at having lost her but quickly remembered the state of her partner at that moment. Worry consumed her as she approached Alya and Chat in the nearby alleyway. Rena Rouge hovered over him, examining his extremities. The moonlight cast shadows on their faces, masking their expressions.
"How is he doing?" Rena looked at her and shook her head.
"I think he's fine for the moment. In every sense, it seems like nothing is wrong with him." Marinette's brow furrowed as she studied her friend's face. She could tell that Alya was being truthful in her assessment and not just saying it to make her feel better. Chat looked up to her at that moment, trying to gauge Ladybug's reaction.
"My Lady, I...!" Before he could say anything more, Marinette lunged for him, pulling him into her arms.
"You...! You reckless fool!" Tears streamed down her face. All of her exhaustion and concern flowed out as her body was racked with sobs. "Why after so many times, do you insist on tossing away your safety for me!?" Chat startled at her words, but did not say anything in return. He embraced Ladybug back, knowing that any excuse he would give would only torment her further.
"I'm sorry, Ladybug."
"You can't say sorry if you're dead, you dumb cat." Chat nuzzled into her neck and smiled.
"If it's for you, my lady, I would have no regrets." His whisper resulted in her punching his shoulder.
"Idiot!"
"I'm your idiot." Alya cleared her throat after that line. The two of them looked over at her smirking face, realizing that they both forgot that she was there.
"Sorry to interrupt your flirting, but we still don't know if he's completely fine or not." Marinette was about to retort at her but thought better of it. She looked back to Chat and blushed at their position. In her rush of emotions she did not realize that she had been practically straddling his lap. She leaned back to kneel in front of him instead.
"You're right, Rena. Chat, are you sure there isn't anything wrong? You didn't look so good before I went to fight off the akuma." It was lucky that she was able to discreetly alert Alya when she did. She had hoped to be able to defeat the villain while her friend looked after Chat Noir, but things had not gone exactly to plan.
"After I was first hit, I felt weak and kind of out of it," he held his head as he recalled the fight. "But after a few minutes of sitting it out, I feel normal again. I haven't noticed anything different. Do I look strange at all to either one of you?" The two women gave him another once over but shook their heads no.
"That is strange. Chat, I recommend you go to the hospital and get a physical exam just to be safe. We have no idea what the akuma's abilities can do, so it's better to be safe than sorry."
"But didn't Ladybug de-akumatize her and use her lucky charm? Shouldn't I be fine?" He looked at his partner hopefully, but Marinette could only look at the ground in dismay.
"I'm sorry, Chat, but Covet was able to escape... It's all-!" She squeezed her eyes shut but opened them again as Chat placed his hand on her own.
"Don't you dare blame yourself, bug. Today's just not been our day. We win some, we lose some. It comes with the territory of being human, we're not perfect." That almost made her smile, but it quickly morphed into a grimace.
"It matters when someone gets hurt." He grabbed her by the arms and stood both of them up. She had to look up to meet his gaze. After years of fighting beside each other, Chat had now grown tall enough where the top of her head only met his chin.
"How many times do I have to reassure you that I'm okay? I feel fine, My Lady. I promise to you that I'll go to the hospital first thing in the morning… I know for a fact that you have a lot going on with your finals for this semester, so I want you to go home and get some good sleep." Marinette wiped away the tears running down her cheeks with the palm of her hand.
"Okay, but make sure you give me an update once your exam is finished. Let us know that you're really okay." Chat nodded in affirmation. "Are you sure you'll be fine tonight alone?" Even though they had not divulged their identities to one another, Marinette knew that Chat's family life had been anything but warm. Just last year he had confided in her about moving out to live separately from his father. She was more than understanding and gave him the best help she could while keeping his anonymity intact.
"I should be fine. I'll call you if anything comes up." He gave a small smile and salute before vaulting away from the scene. Ladybug watched him vanish into the night, a bad feeling brewing in her stomach.
-xXx-
Upon closing the door to his balcony and drawing the curtains, Adrien released his transformation. Plagg floated to a small cushion placed on a desk in the corner of the room. The man made quick work of fetching some cheese from his kitchen fridge and tossing it to the kwami of destruction. Plagg deftly caught it in his paws and practically inhaled the piece of dairy. He licked off the left over residue as he watched Adrien cross the room.
"That's odd. Aren't you going to complain to me like you usually do? Tell me that I'm being a pig and that I should pace myself more when eating?" Adrien kicked off his shoes at the entrance to his apartment while he peeled off his coat.
"Oh, sorry, Plagg. I'm not really feeling up to it. I think I'm more tired than I originally thought. I'm going to head to bed." He yawned as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you mind setting an alarm for the morning? I promised Ladybug that I would go to the doctor first thing tomorrow." Adrien stumbled through the hallway and into his bedroom, not waiting for Plagg's response.
"Needy." Plagg darted over to his wielder's coat pocket, and retrieved the brick of technology. He never understood why humans were so obsessed with these things. Adrien had tried showing him some of the features one day, but he admittedly did not pay much attention out of boredom. Plagg blindly tapped at the device once he had it back at the desk. He was somehow successful in setting an alarm but had no idea if the date was right or not. Oh well! Adrien could deal with it once he was awake again.
Adrien wandered into his bedroom, pulling off his tie in the process. His body felt almost unbearably hot to the touch and he briefly wondered if he was coming down with something. After all, he had been wearing himself a bit thin lately and had not been focusing so much on his mental or physical health. Ever since he decided to take courses part-time, he had been determined to do well. He still worked as a model for his father's company, but he wanted to obtain a degree in business to help further his career.
This past Fall he had enrolled at the same université as his friends and had been loving it ever since. He and Marinette shared multiple classes since she was also diving into the world of fashion as a designer. In fact, they were currently studying for their upcoming Fashion History final together. That paired with his constant photoshoots and Chat Noir mask in the evenings had begun weighing heavily on him as of late.
He stripped off his dress shirt, noting how it clung to him with sweat. Gross. He would have to take a shower soon. Just the thought made him groan as it was already past midnight. Maybe he could wipe down and take one in the morning before visiting the doctor? That would work out better. He could do laundry once he got back, so he wouldn't have to worry about dirtying his sheets tonight.
Adrien unbuckled his pants and shucked them and his boxers into the laundry hamper sitting inside his bathroom. Already the loss of excess fabric made him even more relaxed. He walked over to the vanity and jumped at his reflection in the mirror. His skin was so flushed it was almost alarming. Maybe he really was getting sick. He prepared a wash rag and began going through the ritual of wiping at his skin and examining himself for any injuries he sustained in battle.
No marks revealed themselves in his search, but he did happen to notice how sensitive his skin felt. Every brush of the fabric felt amazing, and he could not help but groan in relief at the added dampness of the water soaked rag. He held it to his forehead for several seconds then slowly dragged it down his neck and finally to his chest. He gasped as it accidentally brushed one of his nipples.
That was odd. They were never this sensitive before. Intrigued, he brushed it over the one left untouched. The movement resulted in a breathy moan. He could feel himself harden from the stimulation. He licked his lips, warming up more and more to the idea of toying with himself before going to sleep. Adrien haphazardly discarded the cloth in the laundry hamper and slowly made his way to his bed. He laid down where he could lean against a cushion near the headboard, settling himself in for what was to come.
He trailed his fingers to his nipples and began to experimentally rub at them. He moaned with every passing second of pleasure. Tugging them seemed like the next logical step. "Oh god!" He did not even pull them that much, but it had almost made him orgasm then and there. Adrien could feel the heat of his penis against his thigh, pre-cum coating the skin there. He would not be able to last much longer.
Maybe he had been unknowingly extra pent up lately. That had to be it. His hand made its way down his abdomen, finally finding purchase at his engorged member. Through his hazy vision he marveled at how much larger his dick felt in his grasp. Had it always been this large? He struggled to close his hand around its girth. In that moment, he no longer knew nor cared. Adrien only understood that he needed to rub one out soon or he was going to go mad.
The visage of Ladybug entered his fantasies. She was bare with the exception of her domino mask. Breathtaking in the moonlight, she had chosen to forgo her iconic twintails for all of her hair down instead. His Lady would lean over and kiss him passionately as she took his cock into her hand, giving it a couple of generous pumps. He would groan into her mouth and whisper to her just how much he wanted her.
Telling him not to be so impatient, she would smirk and place her finger to his lips as he would whine. Ladybug would make her way down to his groin and lick a trail up his shaft. He would cry out as she took the tip in her mouth and sucked. After teasingly nibbling and suckling on his cock head, she would look him in the eyes as she deepthroats him. Each pass of her lips over his penis would send him into a frenzy. She would continue to lavish his dick until he was begging for release. Normally, he would not hesitate to explode in the imaginary Ladybug's pretty little mouth, but tonight he wanted to go all the way.
Adrien pictured himself pulling her off his dick and kissing her frantically. Their tongues would tangle together as he flipped their positions in his mind. In reality, he rolled onto his stomach, biting into the pillow below as he prepared himself. He would take Ladybug's thighs and press them to his chest, allowing her legs to dangle over his shoulders. He would position himself at her dripping entrance and thrust in with zero restraint.
She would gasp as her pussy opened up to take his length. His balls would slap against her ass with every thrust and pant. She would claw at his back and whisper into his ear just how much she had missed the feeling of his thick cock. He would groan as he would fuck her senseless, her breasts bouncing like crazy. In the recess of his mind, something told him he needed to breed her, make her his. He needed her and only her. If he could live like this every day, he would. His body practically begged for her to be his.
This was a new development for Adrien. He had wanted Ladybug in his fantasies, but never like this. Never had he felt this possessive. He paid it no mind, disregarding it as just another lusty desire he would never act upon. In the moment, he just knew he needed to fuck.
Her pussy would clench and she would scream as he unleashed his load deep inside of her. His hips would snap forward once, no twice more before he would be completely spent. Once finished, they would both bask in the aftermath of their coupling, kissing at each other's necks and settling into a deep comfortable slumber.
Adrien cried out into the pillow as he emptied his balls onto the sheets below. Rope after rope of cum soaked into his bedding as he beat out the last of his orgasm. He gasped as he finally released the cushion from his clenching bite. He rolled onto his side and looked down at the mess that lay below. His eyes widened at the amount of cum he had released. It looked to be double, no maybe triple the amount he usually produced.
The man looked down to his still rock hard erection, gawking at the sheer size of it. His length had almost doubled and the girth expanded. What truly unsettled him was the new mass of his balls. They now resembled ripe oranges. He groaned as his dripping cock still twitched in want, clearly not satiated with one go.
"Oh shit."
Maybe he would need Ladybug's help after all…