Halloween Night
Contains a very detailed sexual scene.
You don't need to read this to understand the story BUT if you want to know how the baby was made ... read ahead!

•••••

Chat Noir couldn't keep his eyes off his wife. She looked beautiful and breathtaking dressed in the tight fitting black dress and her new longer (extensioned) black hair. He was done for. The need to sling her over his shoulder and carry her to the bedroom increased with every flash of her long, toned porcelain leg; a leg he'd love to have wrapped around his neck at this very moment.

He attempted to focus on the conversation he was having with Ryuko, but his eyes wouldn't stop wandering to his wife, his wife who he couldn't wait to make cum in many delicious ways later that evening.

Since their rooftop exploration it was fair to say they were rampant rabbits; neither able to help themselves when it came to their spouses body. They'd already had sex in the shower, her office and she'd given him a blowjob on the sofa a mere hour before everyone arrived which took them straight to having another shower, and that was just today. They just couldn't get enough.

"I don't know why I'm bothering talking to you."

Chat, or should we say Gomez Addams, whipped his head back around to Ruyko and tried to focus on something other than eating his wife out. But damn, he wanted to crawl under her skirt and feast.

He looked down at the weird concoction in his hands and winced. Maybe he should slow down a little, he'd been drinking almost nonstop and that wouldn't do much for his erection if he was completely hammered.

The time continued to pass and by eleven o'clock he thought that was enough. Enough talking, apple bobbing, eating and just entertaining, also it was enough drinking because he was on the verge of passing out; Ladybug not holding herself together much better.

Pulling out his phone, he pulled up the music app before purposefully choosing Ed Sheeran. She'd never deny him when Ed was playing; and as always she was in his arms in the matter of seconds. Dancing with him, grinding on him and kissing him.

"I love you, Cara Mia."

"I love you too, mon amour."

Holding her close, he bent his head down and took her in a slow deep kiss; one that made his toes curl and head want to explode. He knew her red lipstick would be smudged over his face as the kiss deepened and became more intense, the room fizzing away to nothingness as it all became about them.

Her hands caressed his overly gelled hair, the crispness breaking away as her fingers thread through the strands. He broke the kiss, giving her a quick lick across her lower lip; the need to taste every inch of her overpowering him.

"Shall we go to bed, M'Lady?"

"What happened to our nicknames? Mon Cher?"

"I want M'Lady in M'bed." He dropped her a wink sending her in a spiral of girlish giggles. Both heading towards their bedroom door, hand in hand and full of spirits that weren't just the spiritual kind.

•••••

God she wanted him.

Preferably naked and on their bed. He was incredible, their constant love making and fucking just another thing her Kitty was good at. To think they were still virgins just over three months ago, now they'd violated most of the furniture in their apartment and a good selection of rooftops over Paris. She just couldn't get enough.

Using him as a force, she pushed him back into the door, closing it firmly with a slam, the sound leaving his lips from the impact an open invitation to kiss him slow and deep, their tongues wrapping around each other in a fierce battle of dominance.

Chat's hands moved downwards, cupping her ass and pulling him into the length growing second by second underneath his trousers, her own silk panties growing damper and damper in response, as his taste and touch aroused her to the point of combustion. If they didn't act soon she was sure she'd orgasm on the spot.

She felt him release one hand, his fingers lightly brushing up and down her spine as he ground his hips into her and took the lead in their kiss. He broke away and let his head slam back against the door, an exhale leaving his nose as his eyes remained closed.

"I don't think I'm going to last long, M'Lady."

"Neither am I, Kitty." His eyes sparkled with desire and she couldn't help the goosebumps grow from having his hand slowly move up her back and connect with her zip.

He pulled it down, inch by inch until it gaped open.

"You know, every time I've seen that long, luscious leg of yours appear tonight I've just wanted to get on my hands and knees and kiss the crap out of it."

"Just the leg?" She teased, as he moved his hand round to her front, pushing his hands over her breasts before releasing the dress from her shoulders; the top half of her body became bare to the elements and her husband's scrutinising glare. He looked like he wanted to feast, and she was the buffet.

"Not a chance, Bug. What would have started as your leg–" he turned them around, pressing her against the door this time. Grabbing her leg, she helped him by pressing her foot to the door, her knee bent and appearing out of her dress. "Would have turned into your juicy, hot pussy."

She groaned, her head falling back against the door as he ghosted his fingers along her thigh; backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, until he had moved a little too far, sliding his fingers past her panties and straight into her soft warm heat.

"Oh, Kitty!" She ground down against his long talented fingers as he held them inside her, feeling her soft walls flutter against them. "You're such a tease when you're drunk."

His laugh echoed in his throat as he began to move his fingers in and out, his thumb finding her hard clit and stroking against it. He kissed her neck, sucking down hard on her pulse point before moving lower and taking a rosy nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it in a mirrored action to his thumb.

"Huuummmm~" She placed one hand on the back of his head, holding him in place on her breast as her opposite hand cupped and caressed her other, her nipple being gently tweaked between her fingers.

She was feeling incredible, his fingers taking her higher and closer to climax; it seemed her husband was aiming for multiples tonight.

"So deliciously wet," he exclaimed, pulling his fingers out of her and licking her juices off one by one. Her leg lowered and her hips moved in need to find friction. He pushed her back into the door once more, grabbing a hold of her dress before yanking it down and off her body, her soaking wet panties following next; keeping himself down on the floor.

Chat sat back on his heels and looked at the naked display in front of him, only her high heels remaining on; her heels and a smile.

He smiled back before sending his next order.

"Spread them."

•••••

Adrien watched her eyes dilate impossibly more and swore her eyes had turned slightly demonic.

"Spread them," he repeated, her legs finally moving into action and opening up for him.

She was gorgeous, the lack of clothing only making her look more beautiful then she had mere moments ago in the black dress. Crawling forward on his knees, he reached out to her and cupped her ankles; one in each hand, before dropping kisses to each as he slowly moved up her legs.

As he reached her centre he could feel his cock uncomfortably wanting to be released from his clothing, but he knew with the amount of alcohol he'd consumed it would be a short wild ride, his cock pounding into her a couple of times before he let go and filled her with his cum.

It would be bliss for him, but utter shit for Ladybug which is why he was eating her out like a man possessed; a man starved and a man in love. He began to make out with the outsides of her wet heat, his fingers plummeting in and out as he did and her hands gripping tightly in his hair. He loved it when she did that, the slight pain adding a little more to the intense pleasure he received from making her cum with his mouth.

"Keep going," she breathed out heavily, her hands fisting his hair and pulling harder, whilst grinding on his face. The tell tale signs she was close.

He could feel the fluttering inside her around his fingers and decided to change tactics. Withdrawing them, he placed both hands on her ass and moved his head once more, licking the full length of her slit and coating his tongue with her slick. He repeated the action once again, dragging it deliberately slow and causing her to almost scream.

"Please make me cum. I don't know if I can ~" she bit back a scream as he sucked hard on her clit, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder so he could continue tasting her, pushing her over the edge and sending her free falling into ecstasy.

His cock pulsed in his trousers once more, he needed to bury himself inside her for his own release, to pound into her and feel her breasts on his chest as they moved beautifully as one. The thought of her riding him gave him an additional push, his tongue working harder to make sure he juiced every last drop out of her.

Moving her leg from his shoulder, she lost her balance. His hands darted out in front of him, supporting her hips as he gave her one last kiss and slowly stood up.

"You okay?" he asked, pressing kisses to her neck and chest.

"Oh yeah! That was amazing as always. Now can we move this to the bed, I'm a little woozy. I don't think I should have had that last drink." she giggled, pushing Adrien back and onto the bed.

"Now, I think I want you in little less clothing, and you dick inside me."

•••••

Marinette began undoing his trousers as he worked on his top. Her head was spiralling and she felt a little sick, but she knew one thing was certain, the night wasn't ending until he'd cum inside her. She'd been waiting for this moment since she'd seen him in his white dress shirt and black waistcoat, rose in pocket, wanting nothing more than to have him in bed fucking her senseless. She just prayed she didn't pass out or throw up whilst she was waiting.

They moved stealthily and in no time at all Chat was sitting on the edge of the bed - naked. She kicked off her heels before climbing on top of him and straddling his lap, her pussy poised above his cock ready for another mind spinning orgasm.

"Wait, wait, wait," Chat grabbed her hips hard, keeping her off him and his thick, hard erection. Maybe she should have tasted him first? He looked delicious. "If I go in without a condom, I'm not stopping for shit."

She bent her head down and kissed him, her hands framing his face before moving into his hair. Her lips still tingled when she released the kiss, pushing her on to say the next words.

"I want to do it without." Her lips brushed his as she spoke, his fingers digging into her a little more.

"Can we take that risk?" he asked, his nose brushing hers as he stole another faint kiss.

"I want to."

He released his grip a little but not enough to allow her to sink down onto him.

"M'Lady, if I -"

She cupped his face gently between her hands. "I've been taking my pills, and if I did happen to get pregnant, well, it's just another adventure; right?"

Her lower lip was cupped under her top teeth, her heart beating fast with the anticipation of what would come next. She had been taking her pills, that wasn't a lie...they just weren't being taken regularly at the right time. His hold relaxed and his hands guided her down onto his thick length, her sex swallowing him whole as a groan left both their mouths.

"Fuck~" he whispered, burying his head into between her breasts, his lips every now and then kissing the slopes of her mounds. "Fuck~" he said again. "Are you sure? I mean, I would love a kitten but it's your body."

Her pussy tightened and fluttered around him, as she felt her slick running down between them, Chat's cock flinching inside her. She smiled at him and began to move, loving the bare feeling between them; a feeling that made her feel closer to him than ever before. She mixed it up, grinding against him, bouncing, leaning back, shallow thrusts, hard deep slams, each one bringing a groan and a moan out of each of their lips.

His lips moved, attaching wherever they could. Sticking against hers, her neck, her pert rosey nipples, her stomach as she rested her hands behind her on his thighs and leaned back.

He was setting her on fire.

•••••

Adrien flicked his tongue over her nipple, fast little flicks which tightened her wet heat around him, strangling his cock as she moved him in and out of herself. There was nothing hotter than this woman, naked and riding him like a bucking bronco.

She placed her hands on his chest, the effect leaving burn marks in its wake as she pushed him backwards onto the bed, all the while keeping the friction between them, bringing them both closer to the edge.

The effect of the alcohol and incredible feeling of being inside his wife was a hard intoxicating mix. He didn't think he'd ever been as drunk as this before...well maybe when they were in Vegas, which would definitely be a reason for the four heavily filled condoms he'd found in the trash can. He closed his eyes, using his sense of feeling to completely absorb what she was doing to him, the gyrating of her hips and the slam of her ass on his thighs. He was in heaven.

"Oh God, Marinette ~" he wasn't sure if he'd said that out loud or whether it was in his head; either way, his wife began to move harder, faster and almost out of control.

"Adrien~" her breathy voice moaning out his civilian name sparked a new lease of life into his dick.

He felt the tension grow in his cock with the increase of blood, his hips snapping up as she lowered herself down causing a scream to leave her lips, a scream which was filled with pleasure.

"Again," she groaned.

He moved his feet from the floor to the edge of the bed and used the extra stability to push himself into her again. She yelped, falling forward and circling her clit against the hair surrounding his dick. She kissed him on the jaw, moving her mouth to his and kissing him with deep, passionate meaning; her tongue was feasting on his as she continued rolling her hips.

She pressed a little kiss on his chin before moving to his ear and biting down on his lobe.

"Again," she whispered, lips caressing his ear as she spoke. "Say that name again."

She moved back to look him in the eye, a slight twinkle in her own which aroused him again. He was never going to cum at this rate, his cock just wanted to attack this wonderful pussy time and time again.

"Marinette~" he said, a moan leaving her lips as she moved backwards and forwards again, pushing herself slowly up by placing her hands on his chest.

He watched with a love stricken glare as her own hands moved to her breasts, her thighs tensing and allowing her to bounce up and down. He'd never been more grateful for their superhero activities, and the strength it had given them. She was a full on sex goddess.

She hummed and exhaled, her nipples rolling between her fingers. "Again," she asked and who was he to say no.

"Marinette, you're so beautiful Princess, fuck I love you~"

She threw her head back as she built up the speed, slamming down harder and harder on him. It seems calling her Marinette turned her on more and more. She swung her head to the side, her hair falling over one shoulder as she leaned back down and took him in small shallow thrusts.

He lifted up, pushing his feet against the bed slamming into her once, twice, three times; battling against the teasing she was going with as a means to get her off.

"Oh, Chaton," the moaned words left her mouth like honey from a spoon and he just wanted to cum inside her so bad. To claim her as his own in the most personal way possible. Lifting his head, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, her hand coming to hold him there as he nipped, licked and sucked.

Her back arched forcing more of her into his mouth. With a pop, he released her, dropping his head back and once again watching her bounce on top of him, this time with one hand on her clit and the other in her hair.

"Call me the other name," he demanded, "call me the name of the one you want behind my mask."

She wasn't stopped for anything, her obvious drunken state not caring about the other name she was calling out.

"Adrien~" she said.

"Louder," he requested, his hands holding onto her hips and encouraging the effort she was slamming down with.

"Oh, Adrien~"

He sat up bolt right and moved her off his lap, throwing her down onto her back. He stood up before turning and rotating her onto her front. Adrien placed his hands on her hips and pulled her up onto her knees, edging himself in slowly behind her.

"Keep saying that name Princess, imagine you have Adrien Agreste behind you filling you with his thick, hard cock."

"Adrien~"

"That's it, Marinette, I can feel how wet you are for me. How wet you are for Adrien!"

He began to slam against her, hitting her hard enough for his balls to hit against her and his pelvis to slap against her ass, the noise and view turning him on more and more. He was cuming, he knew it wasn't much longer.

"I love being your Princess, my Prince." She watched over her shoulder as he continued to move himself in and out at speed, his body leaning over hers; one hand cupping her breast as the other played with her ass.

"Fuck, fuck ~" he pushed himself in a couple more times finally releasing everything he had inside her, his body staying put as he ground against her, his cock still fully in the depths of her pussy.

He felt her hand move on top of his at her breast, leading it down to her clit and rubbing it against her hard...shit!

"Adrien, keep going, I'm almost...I'm going to..." he felt her tense, back arching before she collapsed down on the bed, his hand stuck underneath him and both bodies covered in sweat and other fluid.

"Wow!" she breathed out.

"Fuck~" he replied, pulling his hand out from under her and rolling to the side, his lips prowling in search for hers.

Yep, he was right...best night ever!

••••

They didn't know what to do...

They knew they shouldn't have been there and they definitely shouldn't have been listening intently to what was happening in the bedroom.

"Do they...you know?" Viperion turned to look at Bunnyx in hope that she could give him some indication.

"Nope," she responded.

"So they've been calling out each other's names without knowing they were calling out their real names?"

"Yep." Bunnyx shook her head in utter disbelief.

"They're fucking idiots," Viperion exclaimed, grabbing where he'd left his phone and heading for the door, Bunnyx in tow.

"They'll get there one day, snakey. I promise." Bunnyx responded.

"What are you up to tonight?" Viperion asked his fellow time traveller.

"You're horny aren't you?" she laughed, only for Viperion to shrug.

"You can't deny what we just heard was hot."

"Very true, but if you call me Marinette I'm out of there."

Both laughing, Viperion slung an arm over Bunnyx's shoulders as they headed out of the apartment and off towards 'The Liberty'.

And for all those wondering...Luka was only calling out one name out that night and it wasn't Marinette's or Alix's, it seemed the musician had developed a fondness for a certain Japanese fencer.