Hiding under the covers, Adrien finds the 'Adrienette/Ladynoir' tag on AO3 and clicks on Chapter one of what he thinks is a texting fic. He failed to notice the 'E' rating.

Follows on from chapter 9 'A Masked Mistake'
This is E rated which means sexual content ahead.

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Pulling the cover up so the light of his phone wouldn't disrupt his Lady's sleep, Adrien decided to click on the 'Adrienette/Ladynoir' tag just to see what else was out there. His Lady was fast asleep after having taken some more painkillers to ease her period pain. He made a mental note to quiz her about going on a different birth control, he remembered her saying she wasn't always prompt with her tablets and if they wanted an eventual reenactment of Vegas they needed to be safe.

What could he say? He was a man and he had a very sexy wife. With her deception that she wanted to date him, he couldn't help but hope sex would eventually become part of that too.

He turned his attention back onto his fic, he thought this was just a comedy texting fic but the more he read the harder he was getting. The feeling in the sweats he'd found and thrown on was not at all comfortable.

He felt like a pervert with personalised porno. This whole idea of Marinette being Ladybug and 'sext'ing him was as though someone had reached into his 17 year-old fantasties and pulled out this gem, because right now he was literally living (well, reading) one of his dreams.

Banana Noir:

"I'd have nothing against bending you over the table, M'Lady."

His Lady:

"I'd love the weight of your body on me, Chaton ."

Banana Noir:

"And I'd love your purretty ass pressed against my hard cock."

His Lady

"You know, sometimes when you hold me in battle I purposefully wiggle into you."

Banana Noir:

"You do that often, M'Lady. I hope you realise how many times you send me home horny."

His Lady:

"So you like my ass, that's good to know."

Banana Noir:

"Like is a very weak word."

"God, I'd love to have you here in a miniskirt. One that I could slide my hands up easily, caressing your thighs and cupping your wet heat."

His Lady:

"So wet for you, kitty. "

"Maybe it would be easier if I didn't wear any panties at all?"

Fucking hell! He thought, reading about this panty-less Ladybug presenting herself to him. He felt himself twitch once more, his hips moving slightly from where he lay, taking care not to wake his Lady from her slumber. He wasn't sure whether this was borderline cheating on his wife, and also quite disturbing when it came to his friend.

But once again he reminded himself this wasn't the first time he'd fantasised to one or both.

He flicked through to the next chapter, and suddenly the thermostat was jammed on hot, because dear Lord this was something else. Ladybug/Marinette had sent a picture of her underwear, but not just any...it was red and lacy.

Closing his eyes he suddenly had extremely vivid visions of Marinette in red underwear leaning over a pool table, but that wasn't all. It may have been Marinette's physique, hair and other wonderful attributes, but the most amazing thing was as she turned her head to look at him, she was wearing her Ladybug polka dotted mask.

Oh god!

Keeping his eyes tightly closed his hand reached down to palm himself through his sweats, Malauu_Ladynoir's wonderfully written words bringing his subconscious to life, as he visualised grabbing hold of Buginette's hips and pulled her to his groin, rolling his hips and erection into her ass crack, his hands feeling the front of her smooth, soft thighs.

He imagined digging his fingers in before experimenting with one hand by reaching for her heat, his mind going into overdrive as he imagined how hot she was...but most of all, how wet!

Out of his fantasy, his own hand moved, pushing past the waistband and into his tented bottoms, his hand teasing his pulsating cock, as he used his thumb to spread the precum over the tip. God, he was turned on. Ridiculously turned on.

A snort sounded next to him, his hand stilling and his eyes widening as he listened for what's coming next. A soft murmur sounded as Ladybug twisted around, repositioning herself to face him. Last thing he wanted to do was get caught messing with himself in their marital bed. Listening to her tiny murmurs before she settled back down, Adrien slipped from under his sheets and headed to the bathroom.

"You are not going to do what I think you are?"

"Piss off, Plagg!"

"Oh believe me, I'm pissing. There is not a chance I'm staying in here and watching you playing with yourself."

Adrien glared at the kwami as he disappeared out the door, leaving him alone with his phone.

He switched his phone back on, once again pulling up the website now pride of place on his Home Screen with an instant link and found where he'd last been in the fic.

"I'm touching myself, Chaton, I'm so wet and needy. Please can I put my fingers inside?"

"Fuck, I can't - I - oh my God."

"Stroke yourself for me, let me hear your moans."

"Dear God!"

"I've got two fingers pleasuring myself, do you think I could fit in a third?"

He shuffled around pulling his sweats off as he continued reading, his hand finding his hard erection and grasping at the base, stroking the length up and down, swirling his thumb once again over the tip.

Closing his eyes, Adrien pictured his wife laying in bed wearing the lacy thong detailed in the story, one where he could trace with his fingers before inserting them into her core.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned, his hand staying at the tip as he pumped it up and down, his imagination dragging him into the deep warmth of his Lady.

He imagined her moans and groans as she rolled her hips, moving him where she wanted him, his name; civilian and hero, falling from her tongue in the sweetest way. His hand went back to stroking his full length, his mind flitting back to the pool table, with Marinette in a mask bent over it.

He hated himself for the thought, truly hated himself but God it was a turn on he never knew he needed. He looked into the blue eyes of his Lady as he pushed her forward onto the pool table lifting her skirt up once more and this time, instead of taking it easy, he moved her panties to one side embedding his full length deep into her sex, feeling her grip around him in the most delicious way.

The vision was so intense he swore he could feel her wrapped around him, as if it was more of a memory than a fantasy. He moved his hips, pounding into her harder, pushing her onto the table with so much force her feet were struggling to stay planted on the floor.

"M'Lady," he huffed out, one hand bracing himself onto the sink as he pumped himself faster and faster, his orgasm building in the most intense way.

He continued to beat himself, the voice of his Lady spurring himself on in his mind, praising him and encouraging him, letting him know that he was wonderful and perfect...hers.

Nearing his climax, Adrien just needed one more push to get him over the edge. The pleasure finally arrived when the mask Ladybug was wearing disappeared leaving the beautiful face of his best friend...of Marinette.

"It's me, Chaton, it's always been me."

Marinette's declaration sent him soaring, white spots appearing behind his eyelids as his orgasm shot out of him and onto his hand and sink.

He continued his movements until he was empty, his legs moments away from collapsing from the intensity, the feeling making him feel high.

Adrien opened his eyes and looked into the mirror noticing the sweat lacing on his head as the realisation of what he'd just done settled in.

He was in deep shit.