#miraculust

I was posting smut anonymously until I decided to create a separate account exclusively for smut. So starting from "Cherry Pie" all works will be posted to Emeraldgreenmoth.

While some of my works are pure fluff and vanilla, others might contain some fucked up stuff. Here, you've been warned.

Real love

Pairing: Adrienette

Now that Marinette and Adrien are dating, there's unresolved sexual tension between them, which can lead to steamy scenes.

Cloud Nine

Pairing: Adrienette

During a house party at Nino's, Marinette finally lets Adrien seduce her in order to have her cherry popped.

All Eyes Are On You

Pairing: Multi (Lukadrigaminette, Zoenette)

Marinette and her friends created a secret club to help each other resolve their growing sexual tension. Now it's Marinette’s turn to teach club members some useful tricks.

As You Wish

Pairing: Marichat

A steamier version of Elation. Just two horny teens obsessed with each other.

The Pleasure She Never Knew She Needed

Pairing: Adrigami, Lukanette, eventual Lukadrigaminette

During a sleepover at Marinette's Kagami shared with her friend the details of her intimate relationship with Adrien. This conversation awakened the curiosity and the desperate need of pleasure in Marinette.

This fic is set after S3 finale.

(Currently on indefinite hiatus; I started writing ch 4, but there's still not enough material to post).

The Payoff

Pairing: Adrienette

Alya is such a hard Adrienette shipper that she's willing to do anything to witness their first sex.

Lust Looks Good On You

Pairing: Marichat, Ladynoir

Dead dove do not eat

After learning Ladybug's identity by accident, Chat Noir can't wait to take advantage of this knowledge.

Cherry Pie

Pairing: Lukanette

Dead dove do not eat

Never let your boyfriend kiss you while breaking up with him!

Tête-à-tête

Pairing: Sublinette

There's a new girl in Marinette's school and, gosh, why is she so hot??

All Ladybug's fans go to heaven

Pairing: Ladrien

Adrien Agreste truly loved Ladybug.

That's why he joined a forum dedicated to his beloved superheroine, thinking it'd be full of pure, innocent expressions of love and gratitude to the famous Parisian hero.

But, much to his utmost disappointment and confusion, the audience of this forum consisted almost completely of super horny teenage boys, with a small fraction of even hornier teenage girls.

First & Last

Pairing: Marichat

Historical AU, Major character death

Dead dove do not eat

He executed hundreds of people of all estates before, during and after the Revolution without a trace of guilt or remorse. It was just a job that must be done.

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But never has he seen a girl more beautiful than the one that's been sitting on the cold prison cell floor in front of him.

Single virgins club

Pairing: Adrienette

The round pink pill sat at the edge of Adrien’s breakfast plate. He swallowed the last bite of his omelet, staring at it all the while.

Marinette took a sip of her orange juice. “You don’t have to take it,” she said softly. “I’ll understand.”

Adrien nudged her foot with his under the table. “I want this,” he assured her.

He wished he could put into words how much he wanted this. For twenty-four hours—a full day—the little pink pill would change Adrien, mold him into the perfect plaything for Marinette. He would be hers, mind and body. The mere thought of it made his cock begin to stiffen.

Marinette reached for Adrien’s hand. “As long as you’re sure—oh!”

Their joined hands had knocked into Adrien’s juice glass, which fell off the table and shattered.

Adrien tried for a nonchalant grin. “Perfect timing. That’ll give me something to clean up while you’re at work.”

Marinette smiled back. “I expect this whole flat to be spotless,” she said in a mock-serious tone. “If you make an incompetent maid, I’ll have to punish you.”

A delicious shiver passed through Adrien, making his cock twitch. “Will you?”

Marinette squeezed his hand. “Definitely. Take the pill, darling. I’ll lay out your outfit in the bedroom.”

She left the kitchen, leaving Adrien alone with the pink pill.

“Now or never,” he whispered to himself, swallowing it with a swig of juice from Marinette’s glass. He thought he felt it fizzing away in his stomach already, but it might have been his imagination. Or nerves.

Marinette emerged from the bedroom with her laptop bag on her shoulder. “You took it,” she said, eyeing his empty plate. “How does it feel?”

Adrien shrugged. “The same, so far.”

Marinette kissed the top of his head, then took hold of his collar and pulled him in for a little tongue. Adrien had to suppress a moan, but that wasn’t the pill’s doing. Marinette always did that to him.

“I love you so much,” she breathed. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to focus at work knowing you’re waiting for me at home.”

Adrien bit his lower lip, savoring her burning gaze. “Should I text you when I start to feel something?” he asked.

Marinette hesitated, then nodded enthusiastically. “I want to hear everything.”

Once the front door had closed behind his wife at last, Adrien studied the little heap of broken glass on the kitchen floor with a grimace. A childhood spent in a mansion with a controlling father and a rotating cast of servants had left Adrien less than adept at household chores. He suspected that this was the reason Marinette had selected this particular pill from the website’s list of offerings. It promised to make him the “perfect maid.” He might not magically get better at cleaning in one day, but he was about to enjoy it a whole lot more.

Their broom and dustpan were in the hall closet. Careful to avoid the glass, Adrien knelt on the floor to sweep up the larger shards, which he dumped in the kitchen bin. The smaller pieces were harder. At first, his flailing with the broom only seemed to scatter them more. Eventually, using the dustpan as a sort of crude shovel, Adrien collected all of them.

“There,” he said to himself, replacing the broom and dustpan in the closet. “I’m practically perfect already.” His chest fluttered with satisfaction at a job well done.

The breakfast dishes were next. Adrien bundled them into the sink, which he filled with hot, soapy water. Then he scrubbed until his fingertips began to prune. Adrien knew his dishwashing technique left much to be desired, but at the end of it all the dishrack was full of wet, sparkling dishes. Good enough.

Adrien surveyed the kitchen, searching for more to do. Should he mop? Did they own a mop?

Marinette could tell him, but a good maid would figure it out on his own. Adrien wanted to be a good maid. The mere thought of pleasing Marinette with a clean flat made his cock tent the front of his pants.

Adrien bit his lip. He could take a break from cleaning to masturbate, but that didn’t feel right. So much of the flat was still dirty, and his cum would only add to the mess. Surely Marinette would expect him to be clean when she got home. Adrien wanted to be clean for her.

…but maybe he could touch himself a little while he decided what to do next.

Returning to the hall closet, Adrien scanned the shelves of cleaning supplies, mentally noting the possibilities. The orange-scented polish was for the dining room table. He knew how to use that. Many of the other bottles were more mysterious. When they had first moved in together, Marinette had given him a long lecture about never mixing cleaning products, but that was the only rule Adrien knew for certain. Could he use the same products in the kitchen and the bathroom?

“I’ll do my best,” he said aloud, stroking his cock. It was achingly hard, and unusually sensitive, especially at the tip. Even the lightest touch was almost overwhelming. Doing the dishes had left his underwear soaked with pre. With a jolt, Adrien realized that his cock was slightly smaller than usual.

His body tingled all over, and with another stroke he came harder than he ever had in his life.

Stars flashed in Adrien’s vision, and he dropped to his knees. It wasn’t until the stars cleared away that he registered that the guttural moaning noises he was hearing were coming from his own mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

His cock was even smaller now, and no less hard. Adrien needed to keep touching it. He needed—

He needed to clean himself up.

What was he doing? This was no way for a proper maid to behave. He couldn’t disappoint Marinette. He zipped his cum-soaked pants, washed his hands at the kitchen sink, and returned to the hall closet with a fresh sense of determination.

Masturbation was far too distracting. He would wait for Marinette to come home and fuck him properly.

Adrien licked his lips. Marinette had been gone for less than two hours, and already it was difficult to think of anything other than the tender, firm way she treated him in bed. It would be so good to kneel in front of her when she came home from work and beg to taste her, to serve her, to—

Adrien shook himself. He pulled his traitorous right hand out of his pants. The flat was a mess! He needed to focus.

If things weren’t spick and span when Marinette returned, she would have to punish him. He shivered at the thought of what that might entail.

He found the mop and a bucket at the very back of the hall closet and mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors, drenching his socks with soapy water in the process. Adrien dumped the bucket into the bathtub and decided he had done enough to earn the outfit Marinette had picked out for him.

I want you so bad, he texted her. Can’t stop thinking about it.

Marinette replied with a string of peach emojis, which made Adrien chuckle.

The outfit laid out on the bed was an old-fashioned maid’s uniform, or at least a pornographic parody of one. The stitching was so fine that he knew Marinette had to have made it by hand. Sheer black tights, a lacy white lingerie set, and a pair of Mary Janes completed the look.

Mightily resisting the urge to touch himself, Adrien peeled off his sodden socks, cum-soaked pants, and the rest of his clothing and tossed the lot into the hamper at the foot of the bed. Then, because he couldn’t resist, he struck a model pose in front of the full-length mirror set into their closet door.

For the dozenth time that day, Adrien suppressed a moan. His leaking cock had shrunk to little more than a nub. With every excited beat of his heart, his sensitive little cocklet throbbed, sending shockwaves of pleasure and need throughout his system. Marinette would be so proud of him, he knew. It was so pretty and pink and perfect. Hers to play with.

The other physical changes were subtler, but no less arousing. His chest had begun to puff up around his nipples. When Adrien experimentally rubbed one, he saw stars again.

“Oh,” he moaned, gripping the closet door for support.

He couldn’t do that again. It would be deeply improper to let his sensitive breast buds distract him from his work, no matter how fun they were to play with.

Adrien returned to his reflection. The overall size of his body was unchanged, but some of his stomach fat seemed to have melted away, migrating to his ass and thighs, which were far softer and rounder than before. He hoped Marinette would be pleased with him.

Biting his lip, Adrien discovered another change. His lips had plumped up slightly, and running his tongue over them felt good. His thighs trembled as he imagined how Marinette’s tongue would feel and taste in his mouth.

I want you, he texted her. So horny. So hot.

It took all of his willpower to keep his hands away from his puffy nipples and his dribbling cocklet as he dressed himself in the maid’s uniform. The panties were tight, but his cock had shrunk so much that this was not a problem. Adrien spent several minutes admiring the way his round new ass filled them up.

If he didn’t finish cleaning the flat in time, would Marinette pinch his ass? Would she spank him? Clear fluid leaked from the dwindling remains of Adrien’s cock and ran down his thigh.

The cups of his lacy white bra, on the other hand, were depressingly empty. Adrien frowned down at his chest, willing it to grow faster.

He felt better with the dress and apron on, even though the low cut neckline further accentuated his shameful lack of cleavage. The skirt was far too short to hide his panties, which were already damp.

Adrien loved the look. He felt cute.

“There,” he said aloud, twirling in front of the mirror and watching his tiny skirt bounce. “I’m ready.”

He decided to do the laundry next for the simple reason that the way his cocklet pulsed with every breath he took was beginning to affect his ability to focus. Laundry was easy. Adrien knew how to take care of clothes.

It was somewhat unusual for a flat the size of theirs to have its own washer and dryer, but any space that housed both an up-and-coming fashion designer and a former model would have need of them. Adrien and Marinette each had large wardrobes, and the laundry piled up quickly.

As he carried the hamper to the laundry room, he couldn’t help but notice that it seemed heavier than usual. A quick glance down at his chest told him where his muscle mass was going. His bra was still far from full, but his breasts were beginning to fill in.

Adrien shivered with pleasure, imagining how Marinette’s touch would feel against his sensitive nipples. When he thought of her now, it came with a radiating ache somewhere deep within his abdomen. Adrien’s body longed to be filled, and only Marinette would do.

It was all he could do to stand up straight and keep hold of the hamper. With every step he took, Adrien quivered with need. His round, soft thighs rubbed together, moistened by the steady drip of fluid from his sodden lace panties.

Marinette wasn’t due to come home for another four hours. The thought was pure agony.

It took Adrien three tries to correctly enter the passcode to his phone. Want you, he wrote, licking his lips. Please.

This time, Marinette replied. Be patient. Be good.

“Oh,” Adrien gasped, gripping the washing machine for balance as a fresh wave of arousal washed over him. It was so good to receive an order, and so brain-searingly good to obey it. He would be patient. He would be her good boy. His cocklet ached with need, and he moaned again.

It was hard to focus on the laundry. Adrien emptied the contents of the washer into the dryer and checked to be sure the lint trap was clean. His cocklet pulsed more powerfully than ever as his balls shrank and receded into his abdomen. Some part of him, deep inside, was hungry in a way he’d never been hungry before. Adrien felt empty.

He filled the washer with a fresh load and measured the detergent with shaking hands. The washer made a musical noise when Adrien started it. He was much shorter now. He had to stand on tiptoe to reach the box of dryer sheets. When had that happened?

Adrien’s cocklet throbbed again, and he forgot the question. His knees were weak. Serving Marinette by cleaning the flat was good. It was better than any sex he’d ever had. The place deep within him, the hungry place that yearned to be full of anything but especially Marinette, sent out an electric wave of pleasure so intense that Adrien’s vision whited out for a moment.

When he could think again, he was leaning against the dryer, clutching a dryer sheet with all his might. Something was different, and it felt amazing. Almost on autopilot, Adrien dropped the sheet into the dryer, closed it, and pressed the start button. The dryer began to shake.

Without meaning to, without thinking, Adrien lifted his skirt and reached into his panties. His cocklet was… no. His clit was swollen, sending little aftershocks through his body with each heartbeat.

It was so good, and Adrien’s new instincts told him how to make it even better. Spreading his legs, he rubbed himself against the corner of the dryer, savoring every jostle his sensitive new parts received from the humming machine.

“Mmm…” Adrien’s questing fingers probed deeper, entering a warm, wet place. His new vagina, he realized, bucking his hips into his own touch. His fingers felt amazing. Marinette, any part of her, would be even better.

Pulling his hand free with great regret, Adrien licked his fingers and checked the time on his phone. Three hours to go. He wanted to text Marinette again, but that wouldn’t be very patient of him. He had to obey. Had to wait. His new clit pulsed at the thought. He was waiting for her.

His phone buzzed with a text from Marinette. There’s a surprise waiting for you in the box under the bed. Tell me when it’s inside you.

Adrien rubbed himself against the dryer one last time and pulled himself away. Marinette had given him an order. It felt so good to follow her orders.

One of his ears twitched as he made his way into the bedroom. Adrien put up a hand to feel it and realized that it had grown longer and pointier, with a thin coat of soft fur.

“Mmm…”

Everything was so sensitive now, and his ears were no exception. Adrien reached under his skirt to check, but his tail hadn’t started to grow in yet. He couldn’t wait.

The box under the bed was small, square, and wrapped in silver paper. Adrien tore it off, careful not to make a mess. Inside were two egg-shaped lumps of silicone, one large and one small, connected by a thin cord. He found a small bottle of lube beneath them.

Adrien’s brain might have been addled by arousal, but he knew just what to do with this. Tell me when it’s inside you, Marinette had said. Adrien was so wet that he scarcely needed the lube. He made a mental note to change the bedsheets once the twin vibrators were inserted.

The smaller egg went into his ass first. Adrien was no stranger to anal penetration, but it had never felt so good before. He had to lie there for a moment with his eyes closed and savor the new feeling of blissful fullness before he could focus enough to continue.

The second egg was much, much larger than the first, bigger than any toy Adrien had ever had inside him. In spite of that, he wasn’t afraid. The warm itch somewhere deep within his abdomen was still there, and somehow he knew that filling both of his holes would finally sate it. He realized he was drooling.

Adrien applied a generous amount of lube to the vibrator and lay back, careful not to jostle the other egg out of his ass in the process. He guided the small, pointed end of the large egg to the opening of his vagina and pushed.

“Ah!”

It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Every neuron seemed to fire at once in a spasm of pure pleasure. Adrien was full. And Marinette had ordered him to do it.

He picked up his phone with shaking hands. In, he typed, scarcely able to form coherent words.

Good boy, Marinette wrote back, and Adrien moaned at the praise.

Then the vibration started, and he stopped thinking at all. He writhed and twisted, smearing the bed with the fluids leaking from his pussy. The vibration changed from a steady buzz to an on-and-off pulse, and Adrien mewled in frustration.

This was Marinette’s doing, he realized with the last shreds of coherent thought remaining to him. She must have a remote, or an app, or…

The vibrator’s rhythm changed again, building up to a crescendo that had Adrien clawing at the bedsheets. Did Marinette know what this was doing to him? The thought was enough to make him purr.

Adrien wasn’t sure how long he spent writhing in the bed, lost in a sea of pleasure. When he could think around the buzzing again, it occurred to him that he was neglecting his responsibilities. Marinette couldn’t come home to a dirty flat. It took him a long time to find his sodden panties, but at last he was able to reassemble his uniform. Adrien did his best to smooth his rumpled hair.

He had never looked more like Chat Noir, he thought, studying his reflection in the closet mirror. The dark-furred cat ears only completed the picture. Not for the first time, Adrien was grateful that Marinette had offered Plagg a crate of gourmet cheeses in exchange for spending the day in the attic. He was sure the kwami would have teased him relentlessly.

With the twin vibrators still buzzing away inside him, it was harder than ever for Adrien to stay focused and keep from touching himself. The ache deep within his abdomen had returned, even with the massive vibrator stretching his pussy. He needed more. He needed Marinette.

As he stripped the ruined sheets from the bed, Adrien became aware of a tingling, itching sensation at the base of his spine. Setting down the laundry basket, he reached under his skirt to find that his tail had begun to emerge at last. Adrien purred, stroking it with his fingers. Like the ears and his ravenous new pussy, having a tail felt right. It felt as if Adrien had always been a catgirl maid, desperately waiting for his mistress to come home and reward him for being good and doing his chores.

While he remade the bed with clean sheets fresh from the dryer, Adrien thought of Marinette. What would she do when she saw him? Would she be pleased?

Moving was harder now. Any quick or indelicate motion jostled the toys inside him, forcing him to take small, mincing steps. Tucking the top sheet under the mattress, Adrien made the mistake of leaning forward just as the toy’s vibrations reached a crescendo. He collapsed onto the bed, sobbing and shaking through another orgasm. It was so, so good, but it wasn’t Marinette and he was empty.

Marinette texted again while Adrien vacuumed the living room rug. The sensation of his phone vibrating was enough to force a startled yelp out of him. He fished it out of his newly-prodigious cleavage with two fingers. By this time, the lacy bra was far too small. His breasts bulged over the top of the cups, threatening to rip the neckline of his dress.

Go to the bathroom and do your makeup, Marinerre had written. I’ll be home in thirty minutes.

In the bathroom mirror, Adrien pulled back his lips to study his newly-sharpened incisors. Still human enough, but the points gave his smile a certain feral quality. His toy switched to an on-and-off pulse, and Adrien howled. The sound startled him. Had his vocal cords changed?

“At your service, Mistress,” he said aloud experimentally. His voice came out higher, with a strange reverberating quality. It was cute, Adrien decided. Like he was purring.

The makeup Marinette had left for him was simple enough, even in Adrien’s foggy-headed state. After some light contouring, he honed in on his eyes, using a technique he remembered from his modeling days. He hesitated over the lipstick and lip gloss options. The pill had plumped up his lips considerably, and they buzzed with the need to be used. Did he need to decorate them if he was planning to drop to his knees the moment Marinette opened the front door? Yes, Adrien decided at last. It was the principle of the thing.

His toy stopped buzzing just as he applied the setting spray. Adrien whimpered, clenching his holes fruitlessly. It hadn’t been enough even with the vibrations. Now, the lack was driving him crazy. The glassy-eyed catgirl in the mirror moaned, letting a thin line of drool drip into the sink. His heartbeat throbbed in his stiff little clit. He needed Marinette, now.

Stumbling and shaking with need, he made his way to the living room, where he straightened the throw pillows, folded the blanket over the back of the couch, and lined up the fashion magazines on the coffee table in an even row. Even in his skimpy uniform, which barely came down to his thighs and pushed up in the back to make room for the long, twitching tail, Adrien was feverishly hot.

He just barely had the presence of mind to retrieve a dish towel from the kitchen and spread it out beneath his hips before he collapsed on the couch, legs spread, in full view of the front door. The tight little panties ripped as Adrien pulled them over his expanded ass and down his thighs, but they were ruined anyway, soaked through as they were. He knew he should wait, but he couldn’t, not anymore. Mewling desperately, he worked the toy in and out of himself. His fluids gushed down his thighs, but Adrien was beyond caring about mess. He was beyond caring about anything at all, anything except the pulsing ache between his legs and—

Marinette opened the door. She stared. She smiled.

“Oh, good boy,” she breathed. “Good girl?”

“Anything,” said Adrien. “I’ll be anything for you, just fuck me.” He squirmed, shoving the toy in a little deeper. “Please.”

Marinette made a show of looking over the flat. “It is tidier in here. I suppose you’ve earned a treat.”

“I have,” Adrien said too quickly. “I mean, please. Please fuck me, Mistress.”

Slowly, deliberately, Marinette hung her purse on the hook by the door and leaned her laptop bag against the coffee table. Then she shucked off her blouse. “I was amazing at work today. My assistant wants me to run for office.” She joined Adrien on the couch, resting her head on his creamy, fluid-drenched thighs. “I’ve never had so much energy, so much creative inspiration.”

She ran her tongue around the spot where the toy entered Adrien’s pussy, making him buck helplessly against her mouth. He whimpered.

“Shh! I’m talking. I got so much done at work, and it was all because of you. I’m so glad I didn’t cave and ask for a picture.”

Marinette took hold of Adrien’s wrists, pulling his hands away from the toy, and pushed them up against his chest.

Adrien shivered. He couldn’t help himself. It was so nice to be smaller and weaker than her.

“The anticipation was breathtaking,” said Marinette, straddling him. “And you’re perfect.”

Adrien tried to move when she released his wrists, but she stopped him with a gesture.

“No. No more touching yourself.”

Adrien forced himself to hold still, and a delicious tingle went down his spine. Obeying Marinette was good.

“Good boy,” said Marinette.

Gripping his chin, she pulled his mouth into hers and took her time fucking his throat with her tongue. When she was satisfied, and Adrien was a gurgling, drooling, begging mess, she dragged him into the bedroom.

“Your chest is so much bigger than I expected,” said Marinette, undoing buttons. “I’ll give you more room to grow in the next outfit.” She smirked. “For when we do this again.”

Adrien felt his eyes widen. “You want to do this again?”

The maid uniform fell to the floor, followed swiftly by the bra. “With how you looked when I got home?” Marinette’s eyes shone, fierce and bright. “I don’t know how I’ll ever keep my hands off you again, in any shape.”

Adrien’s holes throbbed. He needed her inside him. “Don’t,” he said simply, arranging himself on the bed in a magazine-worthy pose. His tail lashed against his thigh, betraying his agitation.

Marinette leapt at him. She kissed her way along his collarbone, biting and sucking as though to test the full range of Adrien’s newly high-pitched voice. He couldn’t bring himself to worry whether the neighbors could hear.

“Your skin is so soft,” Marinette breathed, circling one of his nipples with her tongue while Adrien shook beneath her. “Hold still.”

He did his best, and his lust-drunk brain rewarded him with another rush of obedient pleasure. He was a good boy. Her good boy.

It was even harder to stay still when Marinette took the nipple in her mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue the way she’d once instructed him to do to her clit. Adrien forgot to breathe. Fighting to obey, he threw an arm across his face and bit down until his sharp new teeth drew blood.

“Easy,” said Marinette, licking her fingertips and teasing both nipples with them. “You’re already crying the makeup off.”

Adrien kept his arm in his mouth. The blood was steadying. He couldn’t lose himself, not yet. Not until she used his hole. He begged for it with his eyes.

Marinette chuckled. “Okay, okay! Give me a minute.”

Adrien watched her hungrily as she stepped into their strap-on harness. Marinette made eye contact with him and winked, adjusting the buckles in smooth, practiced motions. The dildo she chose was hidden in the back of her underwear drawer. It was new to Adrien, and much, much larger than anything he’d taken before.

“We don’t really need lube, do we?” Marinette joked. Even with the vibrating toy still plugging his holes, the sheets around Adrien were damp with his fluids.

“Please,” Adrien gasped, releasing his arm. “I need you, Marinette.”

She raised her eyebrows. “And you’ll have me. Give me a minute, slut.”

“Yes! I’m your slut.” Adrien latched onto his new title. “Please use me, Mistress. I’m so empty.”

Marinette giggled. “Are you?” She pulled the vibrating toy out of Adrien’s holes, none too gently. He hissed at the loss. “What are you now?”

There was only one answer Adrien’s lust-addled mind could give. “Yours. I’m yours.”

“Perfect.” Using a handful of his hair to puppet him, Marinette guided Adrien’s lips to the tip of her strap. “Suck on it, slut. Get it ready.”

Adrien wasted no time. Obeying was good, and he was good. He needed to be as good as possible so she’d stop teasing and fuck him. The pill had taken care of his gag reflex, but even so Adrien struggled to swallow all of the dildo. It squeaked disconcertingly against his molars. Drool dripped down the massive silicone shaft and ran into his cleavage.

“Good boy,” Marinette cooed when he finally managed to take the entire thing. She stroked his hair. “Are you ready to be fucked?”

Adrien nodded as emphatically as he dared with the toy stuffing his throat.

With a final caress of his bulging cheek, Marinette pulled away. “Face down, I think,” she said, arranging the pillows.

Adrien scrambled to obey, holding himself up on his elbows.

“That’s it, slut,” said Marinette, and then she was on top of him, lining up their hips and entering him in one rough, brain-melting thrust.

Adrien screamed into the pillows, feeling himself stretch. But pleasure almost immediately eclipsed the initial pain. “I’m okay,” he said hastily, hardly able to recognize his own voice. “Please keep going. I need it.”

It took a few tries for Marinette to get the perfect rhythm going. She held onto his hips first, and then his shoulders. “Wait,” she said at last, punctuating the word with another thrust that pressed Adrien’s tear and makeup-streaked face into the ruined pillowcase. “Let me try something.”

Adrien moaned as the massive toy pressed into him with most of Marinette’s weight behind it. Then her hands were on his chest, squeezing and kneading until the sensation overwhelmed him and he shook her off.

“God that’s cute.” Marinette’s voice took on the tone that meant she was plotting something. “I wonder if they sell a variant that would make these even more sensitive. You’re still a little coherent for my taste. Don’t you think?”

“Please,” Adrien gasped into the pillows. “I won’t think. I can’t. Just don’t stop.”

“Oh, I wasn’t planning to.”

Time lost meaning. The world narrowed to her hands and her hips and the ways her body brought his to the absolute peak of pleasure. Adrien moved where his Mistress told him to move, letting her have full control. She rewarded him with the nonstop glow of her undivided attention.

When Adrien could think again he was flat on his back and his well-stretched hole was emitting a pulsating, pleasurable ache to the beat of his heart. Marinette eased the massive toy out of him and sat back on her heels, regarding him with something akin to wonder.

“I love you so much, pretty thing,” she said, getting to her feet and stepping out of the harness. “You’re so perfect like this.”

Adrien made to crawl towards her, but she put up a hand.

“No. Stay where you are. Legs spread. I want to see everything.”

When Marinette buried her face between his legs, Adrien’s squeak of surprised, terrified arousal was loud enough to startle both of them.

“God,” he managed after a few minutes’ wordless hand clenching. “Fuck, Marinette.”

Marinette laughed. “Clean this for me, pet,” she said, pressing the used dildo into his ready mouth. Then she returned to his clit with a hungry snarl.

Adrien moaned at the taste of his fluids on the toy, doing his best to lick and suck it clean. It was good to have a task. It was good to obey. He would get it so clean for her.

Marinette’s tongue circled his clit once more and pulled away. “Good boy. Keep holding still.”

With that she dove back down, licking and sucking a trail along his hip until Adrien howled, grabbed her hair with both hands, and forced her head back into place. Marinette hummed with delighted approval and sped up, flicking her tongue across his clit in a series of light, deft movements that had him brokenly sobbing her name as he came, the toy slipping from his mouth and rolling onto the pillow.

“Maybe we should order a variety pack next time,” Marinette mused as Adrien rested his head on her chest in the hazy afterglow. She scratched behind his furry ears, and he was delighted to discover that he could purr now, too. “Start you in something small and form-fitting one day, then make you grow out of it the next. They make slow-release versions for long weekends, too. What do you think, pet?”