#lady|noir

Ladybug frowned at the silver stick.

“Alright.” she huffed. “Let’s see how far up you go.”

Planting the staff firmly into the rooftop, Ladybug curled her legs around it and pressed the button again.

It took her up further than she expected, faster than she expected. She adjusted her legs so they clung tighter around it and took a look around at the midnight city.

It was then that Chat, several feet below her, figured out how to call the baton from the yo-yo, causing it to vibrate intensely.

The first vibration surprised and slightly aroused her. The second intensified the arousal, and the third made her panic. Ladybug willed the tool, through the muddled desire, to shrink.

Embarrassed and unfortunately turned on, on the sixth vibration she couldn’t hold in the moan.

Chat Noir watched his Lady descend on the baton, flustered and tense, initially oblivious until the eighth vibration made her moan once more.

Ladybug gripped the staff tightly, too anxious to enjoy the stimulation but too aroused to bring herself to escape the situation.

Her heart rate spiked once she felt Chat’s chest pressing against her back.

“Easy, bug, easy,” he soothed, hands coming to her arms. “Do you want some help getting off?”

She tensed even more and squeaked in surprise, feeling like this had all escalated very quickly and unsure as to how she felt about it, but the ninth vibration short-circuited her mind.

“Oh, whoops,” Chat sighed. “Poor choice of words. Okay, do you want some help getting down?”

All she could do was whine between gasps. The sensitive parts of her body tingled and she ached to be touched, and the pressure of her dear partner’s chest against her back was only intensifying matters.

She suddenly wanted him to press closer, to kiss her-

“Ladybug?” Chat whispered, bringing his hands to her waist. “Are you okay?”

His touch seemed to burn. It made her whimper in need. The vibrations continued, too slowly to consistently enjoy but not staggered enough to detach from.

“Marinette,” he murmured by her ear. “You need to say something, I need to know what you want.”

“Chat,” she breathed, but that was the extent of her present vocal ability.

Between vibrations, she managed to wrench one hand off the staff and paw for his shoulder over her own. Once her hand made contact, she gripped it tight. 

“Do you want to finish, bug?” he asked gently.

Ladybug nodded and bit her lip. Her hips ground along the bar, desperately seeking more friction. She was too far along to want to quit now.

“Is it okay if I help you out?” Chat asked.

She nodded once more, panting heavily.

Chat’s hands slowly trailed up her sides and settled on her breasts, kneading gently. This elicited another moan, but it still didn’t feel like enough to get her all the way.

“Give me a moment, bug,” he mumbled, removing one hand and gripping the staff.

Ladybug barely noticed the way it bent to his will, shrinking slowly down to baton size and lowering her to the ground - or rather, into his lap.

The vibrations seemed to pause as he played with her breast and the baton’s screen between her legs simultaneously.

And then they returned, constant and at full force, making Ladybug give a little cry. Chat pressed it more firmly between her legs, adding pressure. She began to feel his lips on her neck and his teeth gently biting through the suit, and her hips tried to grind along the baton again.

The warm feeling in her gut was escalating, quickly, like a balloon being blown, and all she wanted it to do was pop. Chat could probably tell by her sounds.

“Almost there, love. You’re almost there,” he kissed at her neck and jaw and cheek.

Her legs trembled, her head swam, and beneath the suit every single one of Marinette’s muscles were getting achey and tired.

Finally, the orgasm washed over her, spreading through her body and leaving pleasure and relaxation and sleepiness in its wake.

Chat removed the baton and turned off the vibrations and adjusted their bodies to more comfortable positions.

As he turned her around in his lap, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, hugging her close.

“Dazed,” she panted, still regaining her breath. “That was... unexpected.”

“So much for keeping our relationship on one side of the mask,” he nuzzled her and gave a few more soft kisses.

“Just as long as we remember which names we’re meant to be using,” Ladybug kissed him back. “The wrong nickname already gave you away once, chaton.”