#miracusin

- They've started calling us "Ladrien" - Adrien said, as Ladybug cuddled against him, interrupting his rewatch of scenes he was part of earlier today. - Sounds... cute, I guess. - she said, pecking his cheek - They-they haven't seen us kiss, have they? - Nah, the Internet would have exploded. But they have found another picture where we were just millimetres from doing it...

Adrien turned around from his phone, and stared into his girlfriend's eyes, and as their lips met, the two slowly leaned against each other and fell into the pillows of his bed. Marinette giggled, imagining how the revelation of what really happens between the two every other night would have impacted their fans.

Their arms coiled around their backs, their legs entwined with each other, and the two young adults began rolling back and forth on the large, comfy bed, getting lost in their tight embrace, enjoying their shared warmth and closeness.

But after a while, Ladybug stopped, as she rolled him to his back, firmly straddling his crotch.

- So, about that thing earlier today... - L-Ladybug, I-I've told you... - Adrien's cheeks became red again, this time not only from lack of air after a long and sensual kiss. - I mean, I am flattered...

The superheroine lowered her voice, as she got comfortable in her seat, feeling the same hardness that poked her during the entire journey down the skyscraper. She moved ever so slightly, pressing her crotch against his erection, watching as Adrien's face twists in pleasure.

- ...But let's face it, it wasn't just me, was it?

Her lips curled into a sly smile. If it was a year ago, when they have just become intimate, she might have assumed that just the feeling of her body pressed against his would make him *that* excited, but now... she knew there was more to it.

Without waiting for her answer, Ladybug grabbed her yo-yo and swung it at her lover, first catching his right arm, then his left that he moved in protest, and tying them to the two posters of his bed.

- Are you okay? - Like every time... - Adrien replied, welcoming a soothing kiss on his wrist.

Marinette made sure that her magical rope wouldn't cut into his skin, knowing how much her lover liked to writhe and squirm. She remembered Alya's tips on bondage, she learned thanks to her experiments with Nino, and she was more than grateful for her teachings.

Marinette opened Adrien's phone and let a slow, sensual music fill the room, as she began her sensual move against his body, feeling goosebumps crawling on his skin. Though she preferred when he undressed her with meticulous kisses placed at every dot of her costume, across her body, she could undo her suit with just a thought, and a moment later, Ladybug was straddling him, wearing only a mask and a smile.

She leaned against his crotch, kissing the tent his erection was pitching, as she fiddled with his jeans, while his legs twitched with each delicate move of hers.

- If you'll be too rowdy, I will have to restrain your legs too... - she spoke, raising her head from between his thighs. - Is that a promise?

Marinette smiled, as she dragged his jeans down, together with his Chat Noir-themed boxers, revealing the proof of his excitement for her. She licked her lips, and moved her mouth towards his twitching tip, engulfing it with her warm breath that made Adrien jump, as droplets of his precum sent the sensual change of temperature against his sensitive skin.

Ladybug toyed with her lover for a few more minutes, warming his cock, as she readied herself for the blow-job, breathing in his unique smell, mixed with his own brand of cologne...

- L-Ladybug... Please...

Adrien begged as her mouth got closer to his head again. Ladybug decided to reward him, and satiate her hunger, licking his tip, taking very first taste of his essence of this night, much to his delight.

But that was enough of her treatment. Her lips left his cock, as Ladybug travelled down his hard cock, warming his skin with her breath again, denying him any physical contact, listening to his needy, sharp moans.

As she looked up, their eyes met, and she could read his silent plea in his pitiful expression, and once more, decided to bow to his demands. She crawled onto his crotch and gently lowered herself, pressing his rock-hard erection against his underbelly, while her hands undid his pristine, white shirt.

While she wanted to restrain herself, her body betrayed her, coating Adrien's cock with copious amount of her juices, alerting him that she was anxious for their union as much as he was. But nonetheless, Ladybug only performed the slightest of moves, sliding back and forth against his erection, listening to his moans and to the gentle cracking of his four-poster bed.

Her athletic boyfriend tried his might to undo her magical knot that restrained his arms, wishing he could just grab her waist and join their bodies in quick and powerful shared climax. But they both knew that the longer they'd play, the better the outcome would be...

Marinette was equally longing for feeling of him inside her, and with each minute of her love torture, she used her fingers to edge herself further, up to the point she was inches from her peak, waiting for his to arrive...

She didn't have to wait long - Adrien coiled and thrashed underneath her, his moans turning into begging, and with the cry of their safeword, she knew he was ready.

- Ca-Camembert!

In a split of a second, Ladybug released him from magical restraints of her yo-yo, and next moment she felt his warmth, texture and form fill her sex in one, quick and powerful thrust. But there was more. As she their chest were pressed against each other, and their arms closed around their backs, her yo-yo did a few more rounds, tying the two together, and only when they felt they were properly immobilised, they shared their peak, as Adrien slammed Ladybug's body against his crotch, burying himself balls-deep.

Ladybug cried with with first wave of her climax and first stream of his warm seed flooding her womb, while the two thrashed against each other, unable to move, bound by Ladybug's magic. For long few minutes, their shared climaxes continued, only strengthening in intensity, as the two couldn't move their limbs, letting only their voices carry the energy of their passion.

Marinette imagined this happening earlier, the two making love as they descended from the skies, the cameras capturing their naked bodies entwined not only with their limbs, but also her magic... For a moment, she wished it happened that way, and that the two could finally come out with their relationship... But with her climax passing, her common sense returned, and she understood it would only cause more problems for both of them.

But with his lips on hers, joined in a long, soothing kiss, she didn't have to worry about it, at least for now. A moment later, as Adrien's hips stopped supplying her sex with his virile essence, she felt her magical rope lose tension, giving the two some freedom.

- Thank you, Ladybug... - Adrien spoke, as his kisses continued between her breasts. - Everything for my favourite citizen. - she reached and toyed with his golden locks.

Alya was the one who started it. Somehow while the group of four friends were hanging out in Marinette’s bedroom, the subject of stripping came up.

“Stripping is just taking off your clothes for money,” she claimed. “Anyone can do it.”

“No, there’s some art to it,” Marinette replied. “The girls who do well with it are basically athletes.”

“When have you seen strippers?” Nino asked, earning himself a throw pillow to the face.

“I think Marinette’s right,” Adrien said. “Looking good isn’t always easy.”

“Oh, is that why you used to have a stripper pole in your room?” Alya teased.

He flamed red and said, “It was a fireman pole.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly not believing him. “Anyways, there’s only one way to settle this. Someone needs to strip.”

“Alya, no,” Marinette said.

“Alya, yes. Just down to underwear. Let me just pick someone…” Alya had long ago installed a randomizer app on her phone to make decisions for her in situations just like this. “Marinette! You’re up.”

“No way,” she said, her face turning bright red. “I’m not just going to take my clothes off!”

Alya leaned close to her and whispered. “You sure? Look at Adrien’s face.”

The boy in question was blushing and smiling at Marinette, unable to hide the way his gaze raked across her body.

“F-fine!” she said. “Just to underwear, right?”

“Yeah,” Alya said, starting to play some music from her phone. “Show us how ‘artsy’ stripping is!”

Marinette stood up and faced her friends. She awkwardly shuffled from side to side with the beat of the music as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. She was thankful that she’d managed to wear a sort of matching lingerie set today—both her bra and panties were plain pink.

She couldn’t look at her friends once her shirt was off, so she turned her back to them before undoing her pants and shoving them to the ground in one quick motion. She stepped out of one leg of her pants as she turned around, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

“There,” she said. “See? It takes skill. Which I don’t have.”

Alya gave her a devious smile. “You’re right. So, since you and Adrien are the smart ones, Nino and I are gonna get going and let you two be right together.”

They were out of the room in a flash, leaving Marinette half naked in front of an equally dumbfounded Adrien, who had crossed his legs at some point during her “performance”.

“I, uh sh-should get my clothes back on,” she said, blushing hard. She stepped forwards, intending to reach for her discarded shirt, but she didn’t get her other foot completely out of her pants leg. She fell forward, and Adrien instinctively moved forward to catch her, ending up kneeling in front of the chaise with Marinette wrapped in his arms.

His hands were splayed out along her bare back, feeling like fire on her skin. The awkward position had her face-to-face with his crotch, where she could see a noticeable bulge in his jeans that definitely wasn’t there before.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly.

“Y-yeah,” she replied. She was still staring at his dick. He was definitely going to notice her staring at his dick. She had to say something. “So I guess you liked watching me, huh?”

That was the wrong thing to say.

He laughed sheepishly and crossed his legs again as he sat back on the chaise. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make it weird…but, uh, yeah, watching you was pretty nice.”

She bit her lip and dared to look at his face, seeing him just as red as her. His shyness somehow made her bold, and the words spilled from her lips before she had time to think. “You know, technically, I’m not done stripping…”

“I-if you’re comfortable with it,” he said. “I don’t want to make you—”

She silenced him by moving a little closer, placing her finger on his lips. She stood up, channeling her inner Ladybug as she gently, subtly swayed her hips. She bent forward, resting her hands on the back of the chaise on either side of his head, noting how his eyes moved to her chest. She gently pushed one hand against his knee, prompting him to uncross his legs, before she knelt on the chaise, straddling his lap.

Her heart was racing, and she forced herself to pay attention to his reaction, the way his lips were parted with his tongue darting out to wet them, the way he stared at her with his eyes wide, dark with—lust? She had to hope.

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, watching as he watched her breasts. She slowly slid the straps off her arms before throwing the whole garment to the side, leaving herself completely topless in front of the love of her life.

“Marinette,” Adrien groaned, and all the embarrassment was worth it to hear him sound so wrecked saying her name.

She rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned close to him, feeling her breasts brush against the fabric of his shirt as she murmured, “Do you want to touch me, Adrien?”

He raised his hands tentatively, looking at her, an unasked question on his face. She nodded slightly, then gasped when he touched her hair, gently working it out of her usual pigtails. He ran his fingers through her locks as they fell loose around her shoulders, a gentle smile on his face.

“Adrien,” she whispered, feeling more exposed than ever. “C-can I—”

“Anything,” he said, his voice low, husky. “God, Marinette…”

She kissed him. She didn’t let herself take the time to think, just closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. He moved his arms around her, holding her close as he returned the kiss, his lips soft and warm on hers.

The soft, sweet kiss soon turned to something more. His tongue slid against hers, and he moved one hand along her side, tantalizingly close to her breast. She gripped at his shirt, fingers finding the hem and tugging to lift it over his head.

They parted just long enough for her to throw his shirt to the side, then they were kissing again, her breasts warm against his bare chest. His hands moved to grip her ass, pulling her close so every part of her was pressed against him. Her hips rolled against him and she moaned as his cock pressed between her legs.

“A-Adrien,” she moaned, wanting, needing more. She moved back, getting off of him so she could stand before him and shimmy her panties down her hips, finally fully stripped.

He smiled as he looked over her naked form. “You’re so beautiful…I feel overdressed.”

She smirked in response and said, “I can help with that.” She knelt in front of him and undid his jeans.

“Fuck, Marinette,” he murmured, lifting his hips slightly so she could slide off his pants and boxers.

“That’s the idea,” she replied with a cheeky grin, all semblance of shyness having been shed away with her clothing. She moved her gaze to his cock, finally seeing what she’d been dreaming about since high school. She reached out gently and grasped his length, sliding her hand along his shaft.

He groaned, hips bucking slightly, pressing himself into her touch. “Ma-Marinette!”

She leaned close and pressed a small kiss to the tip of his cock before opening her mouth and taking him in. His hands gripped her hair, fingers twisting in her hair as he pulled her close. She tried to curl her tongue around his shaft, wanting to taste as much of him as possible.

He let out a strangled cry and bucked his hips, pushing himself down her throat suddenly. She gagged and pulled back as she felt bile threaten to come up.

“Sorry,” he said, his eyes wide, his face unsure. “I didn’t mean—just so good—”

Marinette breathed hard, forcing herself to feel sort of normal. She stood so she could straddle him on the chaise again, kissing the corner of his mouth before gasping against his lips as she felt his cock brush against her core. “I—I want you,” she murmured. “Please, Adrien?”

“God, yes,” he responded. His eyes were blown wide still, but he was smiling slightly, making no attempt to hide his gaze as he stared at her breasts. He lifted one hand to touch her chest, cupping her and gently squeezing the soft flesh.

She moaned softly as she felt sparks of electric energy rush through her, from her breast to the growing ache between her legs. She gently grabbed Adrien’s other hand, sliding it down her stomach, guiding his fingers to her pussy.

He touched her gently, fingertips exploring her slit before pushing into her, sending a jolt of fuckyesgood through her body. He moved his hand in her as he kissed her lips again, seeming to relish in the way she squirmed and gasped against his lips.

His fingers slipped out of her too soon, but they were replaced by something harder, bigger, hotter entering her. She groaned, her eyes meeting his as he pulled her hips down to meet his, letting his cock push deep inside her.

“Adrien,” she breathed. She needed to shut her eyes, enjoy the bliss of this moment, memorize the feeling of him inside her.

“Marinette!” He lifted his hips, thrusting into her again, before he kissed her again, dotting her neck, her chest with his lips. He kissed her breast, his tongue flicking against her nipple.

“Adrien—ahh, Adrien—I—god, I love you,” she moaned as she ground herself against him, fucking herself on his cock. She didn’t see the way his eyes widened at her confession, but she definitely noticed him slipping a hand behind her head and pressing his mouth to hers, his tongue finding her lips as he groaned against her.

She came as he kissed her, letting her body melt against his as she moaned his name, her voice almost lost to gasps and cries of pleasure as everything for one moment was absolutely perfect.

Adrien groaned as he moved his hips faster before suddenly stilling, releasing into her. He said nothing as he came, instead silencing himself by kissing Marinette again, holding her tight.

They separated just enough for Marinette to rest her forehead against Adrien’s, smiling at him.

“Marinette,” Adrien murmured, his hand on her cheek, thumb softly brushing her skin. “Do you want to go on a date sometime?”

The timing was just insane. She burst out laughing before replying through her giggles, “Yeah. Yes, I’d love to.”

He smirked, shifting so he was no longer inside her, but still so, so close to her. “Is it because you love me?”

She turned red. “Oh my god I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You loooove me,” he teased in a singsong way.

Marinette giggled at the latest thing the man to her left was saying before taking another pink Princess shot off the bar top and downing it. As soon as she put the empty glass back where it came from, the man on her right captured her attention once more with a compelling story on why he had come to Paris in the first place.

It had been a rough day in the office as she sorted through the newest flood of commissions that had dropped in her inbox after the latest article on MCD was published in an American magazine and she really wasn’t complaining about the amount of work she had to do over the next few months- really, she loved the ideas her clients supplied her with and couldn’t wait to get started on all of them, but a girl could love her job and was still entitled to a few drinks to help take the edge off of all the expectations being placed upon her.

It hadn’t taken long for Marinette to garner a lot of attention after arriving alone at the bar tonight. She had turned every single one of them away, nicely, of course, but there was just something about the latest two men who had approached her that had the black haired beauty allowing them to take a seat on either side of her and buy her a few shots.

It was pretty obvious from the glares they threw towards each other that the men knew one another somehow and their strange dynamic was part of the reason why Marinette was so interested in them. The other part of her intrigue stemmed from something much more basic… they were both fucking hot!

Timothy Drake had introduced himself first after ordering three shots of vodka that he promptly dumped into his thermos of what smelled like exceptionally strong coffee. He wasn’t tall by usual standards, but Marinette was short so she considered everyone tall by default. His dark hair and blue eyes drew her in and she had been unable to resist smiling up at him as he asked “is this seat taken?” He was apparently a CEO of a large American business which fascinated Marinette as he couldn’t have been more than twenty-three. When she said as much he laughed and told her that her skills of deduction were spot on and that he was indeed a young business man her age, but he had help getting the job as it was his father’s company he ran.

“Not that I don’t absolutely deserve the position. I worked hard to convince him to give me a chance. I have quite a few degrees and have helped the company grow exponentially since I took over for Dad.” His voice wasn’t smug or boastful at all as he told her about himself and it was quite refreshing for Mari. She was used to the air of diva that often surrounded those with wealthy parents. After all, she had gone to school with Chloe Bourgeois all those years.

Jason Todd had arrived about ten minutes after Tim and had captured Marinette’s attention as well, though he was almost as opposite from the other man as one could be. Tall and muscular with toxic green eyes that seemed to glow in the bar’s dim lighting and a rebellious white streak running through his black hair- everything about Jason screamed bad boy while everything about Tim screamed unknowingly-attractive nerd. Jason was unapologetically loud as he chucked his motorcycle helmet onto the wooden bar and ordered a Jack and Coke. His eyes surveyed the room in a practiced way that told Marinette he was accustomed to trouble before his gaze landed on her. His broody scowl instantly evaporated and a brilliant smile lit up his face as he plopped down on the stool next to the small Asian girl. She had expected a cheesy pickup line out of someone who looked and acted like him, but Jason surprised her by asking her name and what brought her to the bar tonight. Their conversation flowed with ease and she couldn’t help but laugh at the jokes he told.

As compelling as he was, she couldn’t forget about the man to her left and after enjoying some time getting to know Jason, Marinette leaned backwards to introduce the two men to one another. She quickly realized how unnecessary that was as they greeted one another briskly.

“Jay.”

“Timmy.”

She had been quickly caught up in a game of 'capture the girl's attention' and had been unable to figure out their connection to one another, but Marinette felt a growing suspicion in the back of her mind that seemed to be getting closer to confirmation as the two kept up their own conversations with her.

“Mhmm,” she nodded and agreed with whatever Jason had last said as she pulled out some bills from her handbag and placed them on the bar as payment for her drinks. She took a final sip of her pink lemonade martini and leaned back in the stool before pointing a manicured finger in the direction of both men. “So… you two know each other, right?”

The pair sighed in surround sound before answering “yes” in dulled unison.

“Right. So, have you guys ever…” she trailed off with a smirk on her face, her hands gesturing in a way that left no need to imagine what she was asking them about. “Cause I’m sensing some serious pent up energy here.”

Jason choked on his drink and nearly spit it out while Tim took a moment to chug the rest of his.

“Never,” they answered in unison again and it only made Mari's smile grow more feral as she hopped off the barstool, heels clicking against the tile, and straightened out her mini skirt.

“I guess that means the two of you would be opposed to joining me at my place tonight?” Her voice was nothing but soft and sweet even as her eyes drank in every inch of the men who were both stunned into silence and left blushing as she pulled out a single scrap of paper from her bag and jotted down her address before placing it upon the stool where she had sat. “When the two of you manage to pick your jaws up off of the floor, I hope you also manage to make your way here this evening. Au revoir.” She winked and waved at them before strutting out of the bar and to hail a cab to take her back to her loft.

I cannot believe I just invited both of them back to my place, she thought as the cold Parisian air nipped at her face, sobering her up just enough to process what she had actually just done. Oh God…

She was pulled out of her mental spiraling before it could begin by a large hand reaching around her to open the cab's door as it pulled up alongside the curve. She arched an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, genuinely surprised to see that Jason was to her right again. She was even more surprised to notice that Tim had appeared on her left. Neither men said a word or made eye contact as the three of them slid onto the back seat with Mari in the middle. In fact, the- thankfully- short and silent car ride was only interrupted by Marinette giving directions to the driver before settling back against the warm leather. She hadn’t exactly thought out her plan of asking them both back to her home and she still wasn’t really sure what was going to happen, but she felt the alcohol strengthening her resolve and she was not about to turn an opportunity like this down. Both men took up a lot of space so Marinette was quite smushed between them and could feel their warmth radiating throughout the tiny space and the close proximity made it hard to think about anything else but being between them.

“Merci.” She thanked the driver and passed over the payment for the ride before sliding out of the car after Tim who had reached a hand in to help her with her exit. She made it a few steps towards her door before looking back behind her and noticing the men standing still awkwardly alongside the road.

“You boys coming or will I have to do that alone tonight?”

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.”