"Come on Marinette, put on that sexy dress you bought the other week and get back in the field. You're gorgeous and young, and - well - I kind of need a wingman."

Alya sat down on Marinette's bed and stared at her best friend who was currently sewing up her latest design. Marinette had one week until her final creation needed to be handed in for grading and even though it was complete she'd decided to make additional accessories to go with it, and by additional accessories she meant twelve.

"No, Alya. You know I want to concentrate on my work for a while. After the whole thing with Rick I want to stay away from the male species."

Rick the prick had completely destroyed Marinette's ideals about love and romance. After one month of being the world's greatest Romeo and sweeping her off her feet, she'd soon dumped his ass after a night where she was tied to his bed, blindfolded (yes, she thought this was kinky at first too) and beaten. When she'd turned up to patrol the following day Chat was ready to go cataclysm the guys dick off, with Alya, aka Rena Rouge, followed in tow ready to shove her flute where the sun doesn't shine.

Marinette hadn't had much luck in relationships. Not since the only one that mattered, at the precious age of fourteen, crumbled before it started. After all, superheroes had trouble keeping a steady schedule. So here she was, six months later, single and proud. Rick had been a mistake, a big mistake. She was embarrassed to say that the reason she was with him was how much he reminded her of Chat, of her wonderful, beautiful, loyal partner.

She knew Chat was in a relationship at the time and she really had thought it was her, that she had found him in civilian form. Big mistake. That night a year ago had changed her, and she'd never felt comfortable in a males presence since, disregarding her superhero friends.

"Please Marinette," Alya begged, "I'm meeting the guy from that dating app and I need someone there in case he's a weirdo. You're a superhero, you'll protect me."

Marinette scoffed, she couldn't even protect herself.

"Are you forgetting you're a fully fledged superhero too?"

"Yeah, but Rena is nothing compared to Ladybug. Come on girl, you've been hiding in here for almost a year now. It's time to get back on the saddle and find a guy to ride like a horse."

Marinette laughed through her nose, turning off her sewing machine and placing the fourth scarf she'd made to one side. She turned to Alya and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fine," her eyes rolled, "but any freak comes near me and I'm out of there."

Alya sprung out her chair and wrapped her arms around Marinette.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She said, clutching her friend hard. Marinette sighed and wondered why she'd agreed to this. But Alya was right, it had been a year since she'd left the confines of her dorm room for more than an akuma attack, meal at her parents and late night patrol's without her partner. Maybe it was time to get back in the saddle.

••••••

Adrien straightened his shirt as he tucked it into his jeans. His very narrow, tight fitting jeans. It had been a year since he'd left the mansion for more than akuma attacks, university and solo patrols, and with his father being unveiled as Hawkmoth, who could blame him. Not only that, he'd been stuck in a six month long one night stand with Chloé Bourgeois.

Yes, he'd slept with Chloé, he was drunk and needed to let off some steam. His father had revealed himself to Chat Noir and Adrien needed to drown his sorrows. It just so happened he'd drowned them in the Grand Hotel, told Chloé he loved her (he meant it purely platonic) and she'd make a declaration. A declaration he'd never forget. It was wonderful. All about him, his personality, his looks, his kind, caring attitude - well, he was a red blooded male and flattered. So he went with her to her room and they fucked, he fucked the one person left who he thought loved him for him, only to find out the next morning Chloé had repeated a speech Ladybug had made about her partner. About her partner who had seemed to have gone awol.

Adrien had kicked himself ever since. Firstly, for leaving Ladybug at the scene of the crime, and secondly for not being more authoritative with Chloé and telling her to back off. So he was stuck in a vicious cycle of unwanted blowjobs, and fingering a tunnel of a pussy (how many guys had this girl been with?)

Finally, though, a little luck was on his side. After looking through Chloé's messages he found one from a 'Rick' who would be giving her an 'afternoon surprise'. Adrien rocked up to find Chloé tied to a bed having chocolate licked from her breasts. Adrien, being the mature male he is, snapped a picture before storming in and making a scene. Just like that he was home free. No more Chloé, no more crappy sex.

"You ready man?"

Nino appeared at Adrien's doorway.

"Sure. So, what is it you want me to do tonight?" Adrien asked.

"Wingman and woo my dates bff." Nino looked around Adrien's room and pulled a face. "You might want to tidy up a bit here man. No woman's going to want to see all this staring at them as they suck you off."

Adrien laughed, spraying his cologne over his body.

"I don't give a shit, dude, and I don't plan on sleeping with your dates single bff. Knowing what kind of girl you usually date, her best friend is probably a minger."

One hour later Adrien Agreste was eating his words because Marinette Dupain-Cheng was anything but a minger, and he needed to get closer.

••••••

Marinette had dressed to pull, in Alya'a words. She also felt like mutton dressed as lamb. Currently trying to pull her skirt down as much as possible, she stumbled after her friend in heels two inches higher than what she should legally be allowed to wear.

Alya had done her hair and make up, then made sure she was dressed to impress. Marinette was in a 'jean' looking army mini dress, with a low cut neckline and a zip running up the centre. The grey denim was decorated with patches and motifs, whilst a blue silk scarf wrapped through the belt loops at her waist.

She walked into the club behind Alya feeling both underdressed and overdressed at the same time. As much as Alya thought Marinette should come here ready to pull, Marinette felt like pulling a fast one and just heading back home. She didn't want or need a one night stand/boyfriend/fuck buddy, she had a perfectly capable limited edition Chat Noir vibrator at home waiting for her. Why is it a limited edition you ask? Because he was actually used for the model. Not everyone knew this, but Marinette being Ladybug was key to such privy information.

"Over there," Alya exclaimed, dragging an apprehensive Marinette behind her back. Marinette kept her eyes on the ground as Alya weaved their way to the table, almost colliding in her back as she stopped dead.

"Woah, so that's what you brought?" Marinette suddenly stiffened at Alya's words, a shiver falling down her spine. A laugh left her friend's mouth as she heard a guy speak.

"And what did you bring?" The voice was smooth, and sexy and Marinette could feel her legs turning to jelly already. She raised her head and locked eyes with gorgeous green on a pretty face. A face she had plastered over her walls during her teenage years.

"Excuse us a second?"

Marinette dragged Alya away from the table and the two guys. Completely forgetting this was Alya's date and she'd never met her wannabe boyfriend before, Marinette let off some pent up steam.

"Adrien Agreste," she announced, "Fucking Adrien Agreste."

"If you play your cards right tonight, Mari, that might actually happen." She winked at the raven haired girl who was currently trying not to have a fully blown panic attack.

"I'm not fucking anyone, especially not the guy I've been fantasising about ever since I understood what sex was. Plus, he's dating Chloé Bourgeois, which means he must be a complete and utter stuck up twat."

Meanwhile, Adrien was watching with slight amusement in his eyes. She was adorable, he could already tell that. Stunning and adorable. He watched as she rambled onto her friend, a fixed pout placed on her lips. She reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite place it. Her hair, her undeniable beauty, her posture, her aura ... he could tell already she was something else.

"So Adrien I'm guessing from the drool running down your chin that you like the minger?" Nino laughed as he stared at Adrien ogling his dates bff.

"I don't drool over anyone! I told you, I'm not sleeping with anyone tonight."

"That's a shame, she looks quite flexible."

Adrien looked over to see the way Marinette was standing. Her finely toned legs make Chloé's look like tree trunks.

"She's fit, I'll give her that." Adrien said, taking a swing of his beer.

"Well," Nino continued, "I suggest you come up with a plan, as I intend to be going home with that foxy lady and you, my brother, will be entertaining Marinette."

"Marinette, uh? Nice name."

The girls made their way back over, each sliding in the booth next to their chosen male and Adrien could have salivated at her smell.

This was going to be a hard night.

••••••

One thing Marinette loved to do was dance. To put on her favourite Clara Nightingale song and prance around her room. She was shit at it, but she enjoyed it. So here she was now, in the middle of the dance floor watching Alya grind against her date, Nino, as she danced solo trying to fend off any horny men.

She looked toward their vacated table to see Adrien still in deep conversation with a goth looking girl with purple streaks. She looked vaguely familiar to Marinette, like someone she went to school with, but she just couldn't place her. It didn't matter though, as far as she was concerned Adrien Agreste was a no touch territory. Not only was he stunning, he was kind and funny as well. A dangerous combo if you asked her. She'd fallen for too many beautiful, stunning men, each dangling a carrot before breaking her heart. She wasn't going near this one. No chance. Plus, she'd been the one to bring his father down a peg or too. Adrien would surely hate her if he found out her secret.

So here she was, swinging her hips and running her hands through her hair as she swayed to the beats. Every now and then she'd catch eyes with Alya, they'd share a point at each other and then carry on dancing. The music took her into a spin and she finished facing Adrien once again, those few wines that she'd had playing with her awareness. She caught his eyes and they were firmly placed on hers. She felt naked under his stare, quickly spinning again to face the opposite direction.

"You know, even in a crowded ballroom, you stand out like a diamond in the rough." His voice insulted her ears and made her flinch. This couldn't be happening.

Before she could respond she was turned and pulled against a firm chest, her eyes coming face to face with green, but not the green she wanted to see.

"Let go of me, Rick," Marinette sighed, stepping back and moving his hands away from her.

"Now, now, you dress like that, how do you expect people to keep their hands off you. You're pretty much an open invitation." He stepped forward again, attempting to close the gap when Marinette felt another arm around her.

"Piss off you prick."

Marinette settled into her friend's arm, as Alya turned aggressive on the male who had destroyed her friend.

"Just because we never asked you to come and join us, doesn't mean you have to insult. So, Mari, want to take a quick trip to the alleyway? I know you like it rough."

Before Rick could say anything else Nino had punched the guy square in the face.

"Fuck, that hurt." Nino said, shaking his hand. Alya turned to her date and jumped him, taking his lips into a long, deep, passionate kiss. To be honest, watching Rick roll around on the floor, nose bleeding, Marinette wanted to kiss Nino too.

"What the fuck?" Rick shouted as he stood back up. He grabbed Marinette only to be met with her knee slamming firmly into his balls. The guy dropped down again and Marinette turned on her heel to walk away, only to slam face first into the most solid body she'd ever seen.

"Quite a display there," Adrien was in front of her, a smirk plastered over his face. It was quite obvious he'd enjoyed the show. Signalling two burly men behind him, Marinette watched as they 'escorted' Rick the Prick out the club.

"What's it to you?" Marinette asked, folding her arms across her chest. Adrien couldn't help but marvel at how the movement lifted her already perky breasts higher.

"Well, if you must know, my ex-girlfriend was cheating on me with that dickhead." Adrien replied, mirroring her action and crossing his arms. She looked him over, noticing how his biceps pulled against his shirt in the most delicious way. She also noticed how huge his hands were, and his fingers looked wonderfully long.

"And he's my ex boyfriend." Marinette chimed in.

"He lost out letting you go," Adrien's eyes sparkled as the lights from the stage area reflected against his Iris'. God, he truly was gorgeous.

"Want to dance?"

Marinette looked around and he could tell she was looking for a way out, unfortunately though, she couldn't find one. Her job for the evening was wingwoman. She let out a deep breath and grabbed his lower arm.

"Come on then." Pulling him into the middle of the dance floor, she could notice how the groups of women were looking him over. Each of them moving closer towards the blonde haired model.

"Looks like you're the main attraction tonight, Buttercup."

"Buttercup?" He gwaffed at the nickname before leaning closer to Marinette's ear to talk. "Whilst that nickname is shit, I must admit I'm honoured to have one from you. Does that mean we're friends?"

"I'll let you know by the end of the night, Agreste."

The two carried on dancing for a couple of songs before Marinette abandoned her post as Adrien's dance partner to grace the ladies room with her presence. She may or may not have left the dance floor with an extra sway in her hips solely for the purpose of her partner's eyes.

By the time she returned mere minutes later, a brunette was already grinding herself against Adrien, her arms wrapped enthusiastically around his neck and his hands framing her hips. Rolling her eyes, Marinette grabbed another wine from the bar and looked for a space on the floor where she could dance by herself. Screw Adrien Agreste and his perfect face.

Lost in the music, and unaware of her surroundings, she almost jumped through the roof as she was pulled backwards against a solid male chest.

"Thanks for leaving me to fend for myself. I thought we were friends." His deep voice whispered in her ear as his big hands held her, thumbs drawing small circles on her waist. "If anyone asks by the way, you're my girlfriend."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you looked like you were having fun."

"Fun? What do you take me for Marinette? I've got a feeling your perceptions of me aren't in fact true."

"Really? Prove me wrong then, Buttercup."

Adrien smirked, spinning Marinette around to face him, wrapping his arms around her tightly and leaning his chin on her shoulder. She had no choice but to place her hands on his shoulders and inhale the hearty smell of Adrien and Adrien the fragrance.

"I have only had two girlfriends, the second being a crazy mistake, and I've only had sexual relations with the second."

"So you've only had sex with one person?"

"Yes," he answered, running his nose along her neck and to her earlobe, "and to be honest, I would never have a one night stand unless she was worth it."

His voice vibrated in her ear as he spun her around again, pulling her back so her ass could grind on his growing member.

"You see, I don't just trust anyone. They have to show they're worth it. My father wouldn't respond kindly to fuck and tell stories."

"For such an innocent guy, you have a dirty mouth."

She reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling his head forward and chin onto his shoulder. One of his hands left Marinette's waist and made it down onto her thigh. She ground backwards pressing into his growing member marvelling in the effect she was having.

"And you have some dirty moves -" quick thinking stopped himself from saying M'Lady. Adrien didn't know what it was, but something pulled him towards her the way only one other person had.

Marinette giggled and turned to face him again pushing her hands up his chest and around his neck. She began to let loose. Dancing freely to the music, and maintaining eye contact with Adrien.

The sexual tension was increasing as the night continued, neither realising when Nino and Alya left due to only having eyes for each other. Adrien couldn't take it anymore. He was caught hook, line and sinker for the blue eyed girl infront of him, so he decided to do something he never had before. He took a chance.

Leaning his head towards Marinette's he looked for any denial in her eyes before he crashed his lips onto hers. He didn't care about paparazzi or social media at the moment, he just cared about how this gorgeous woman in front of him tasted. And God did she taste good, a mix of Marinette and cheap wine.

The brush of lips quickly made way for something deeper and more sensual. Heads tilting and tongues exploring, as their bodies moulded as one on the dance floor. He couldn't help but allow his hands to wander down the small of her back, cupping firmly around her ass cheeks as he pushed himself tighter into her body.

Coming up for air with one last kiss, he rested his forehead against hers.

"Come back with me?"

"Ok." Her quick reply caught him off guard, did he expect her to turn him down? Her kiss and movements spoke of the desire she felt for him, and it matched his one hundred percent so why was he shocked? Oh yeah, because there was a Greek Goddess willing to spend the night with him.

Grabbing her hand, he led her out of the club and into his waiting car. They buckled up and sat in tense silence; neither wanting to break the tense yet electric feeling from the club.

"Are you warm enough? I can get the heating put on if you'd like?"

Marinette looked over at the model, a little flutter in her stomach from the kind gesture.

"That would be good thank you, if you're ok with that?"

His smile lit up the back of the car and she melted there and then on the spot. God he was glorious.

"I could do with it being increased a little bit," he spoke to the driver in the front and asked for the heating to be raised a little. His manners were as impeccable as his dress sense.

"You know, Adrien Agreste, you're nothing like I imagined."

"Oh yeah? What did you imagine?" He took hold of her hand, threading his fingers through hers before pulling them to his lips.

"A pretentious ass." Marinette's lips turned up at the corners as she looked over at the guy she was hopefully going to naked dance with.

"I'm sorry to disappoint," he grinned back.

"I like this version more. I like the real Adrien Agreste."

"That's very sweet, but we haven't really had a chance to talk in there. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a seamstress at a Bridal Boutique, I would ask you the same but that's obvious."

He laughed at her and she felt the fluttering increase. This was crazy. She'd only ever felt like this once before and that was with Chat Noir.

"Well, I model, but I'm also in my final year of a phD. I want to become a child psychologist and help young teens."

"That's really admirable." She replied, awed by his revelation. She had no idea.

"My fathers not happy about it, but for all I care he can piss off. Being a model is superficial, I want to do something beneficial. I want to be able to help."

"That's really sweet, Adrien."

"I'm glad you think so."

They smiled at each other as the journey continued.

"I just want you to know, Marinette, I don't usually do things like this. This is like the first bit of freedom I've ever experienced. My first relationship was a rebound, and my recent one with Chloé happened under false pretences. I'm going to be honest with you and say if you just want to chat tonight I'm fine with that. Nino and Alya kind of asked me to get you out of the apartment for the night so -" he began to play with their hands and Marinette could tell he was nervous and uncomfortable. Well, she couldn't be having that.

"I want to sleep with you. My last relationship with Rick -"

"The prick."

Marinette laughed at him.

"Yes, Rick the Prick, well I kind of thought he was someone else."

"I get that." Adrien nodded, thinking of how Chloé's speech completely fooled him.

"If it counts for anything, I kind of want to sleep with you too."

The car pulled to a stop and reality kicked them both in the backside. They were actually about to do this. Adrien hopped out, running to open the door for Marinette and holding out a hand which she graciously took.

In silence, they made their way to Adrien and Nino's apartment neither knowing how to start something with the other. The tension and want between them was strong. The burning of desire full throttle.

"Wow," the word left Marinette's mouth in an exhale, "this is beautiful."

Marinette walked towards the mass of glass that was a full floor to ceiling window, Paris twinkling beyond with the Eiffel Tower centre view.

"The view definitely sold it." Adrien said, taking off his shoes and heading over towards where Marinette was standing.

"I can see why," she said, scanning the horizon.

"Would you like a drink at all? Or anything to eat?"

Marinette could see the glow of white cabinet lighting coming from the kitchen area and a reflection of Adrien's face. His eyes glowed in the darkness of night, surprisingly being transferred into the reflection of the glass. He was dazzling.

"No, I'm good."

She watched as Adrien moved closer to her, feeling her heart start beating in her throat. She was here with the Adrien Agreste and he looked as though he wanted to eat her as his next meal. This had to be a dream.

His hands soon guaranteed that she was awake and here, as they cupped around her hips and his lips met the pulse point on her throat. A sharp intake of breath followed as she rolled her head to the side, granting him freedom to explore and mark her.

She watched their reflection in the window and couldn't help but think they looked good together. The combination of their colouring complimented each other in a similar way to their personalities. It was perfect. A match made in heaven.

Marinette sighed, bringing one hand up to the back of his head, stroking through his hair as he assaulted her neck. His lips pressing between open mouthed kisses to tiny pecks leaving her wanting more.

"I like this," he said, his hands moving to the centre of her stomach where the scarf lay tied in a knot. "It reminds me of your eyes." His fingers worked through the twists and turns, loosening it from her body and slowly removing it, dropping it to the floor by her feet.

"Maybe you could keep it, if you like it so much."

"Does that mean I get to keep you too?" He whispered into her ear before taking her lobe into his mouth. His tongue circled her Miraculous and suddenly everything she was going through felt dangerous. She was such a safe person, the thought of what was about to happen thrilled her. For once, she let her control dissolve and live in the moment. Away from akumas and fully at the mercy of this gorgeous guy.

"I'll let you know tomorrow," she sassed back, causing a chuckle to leave his throat.

"As you wish."

His hands trailed up her body, tracing her ribs before coming to a rest on her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, leaning his head around her shoulder kissing her neck, cheek and finally he found her lips.

She hummed as he caressed her breasts, keeping her lips firmly on his whilst making out like a pubescent teenager.

Her fingers continued to thread through his hair as she brushed her tongue against his, bringing her opposite hand to join his in holding onto her breast.

Adrien broke from the kiss to look into her eyes, his lips displaying a lopsided smile. She could tell he was searching for permission to continue, and she was more than willing for him to carry on his exploration of her body. She was willing to give it all.

Lowering the hand from Adrien's hair, Marinette guided one of his from caressing her breast to the zip seated against her cleavage. She watched his Adam apple move as he gulped, clutching hold of her zip and slowly pulling it down her body. In the matter of seconds they were both looking at the window reflection of Marinette's underwear and lustful gaze, as Adrien moved his hands from her dress into the opening and onto her warm bare flesh.

They both watched as his hands moved onto her thighs before pulling up onto her stomach and back to her breasts, sparsely covered by the material of her bra and she'd never been happier to be wearing matching underwear. His hands made her look tiny as he stroked, cupped and groped the different areas of her body.

"You're beautiful," his words had hardly registered with her before he spun her around and pulled her into his body. Lips to lips, chest to chest, every kiss he placed on her was another piece of her heart he had stolen, she was quite sure by the end of the night he'd have claimed the whole thing.

Adrien moved his hands from her waist and up to her shoulders, pushing the dress from her body and to its rightful place on the floor.

A moment's hesitation radiated through them, before Adrien scooped her ass and hiked her up and onto his hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck and tongue around his as he carried her into his dark bedroom. The full window in his room allowed light to spew onto the covers with no need of anything else. Plus with all the decorations in his room it was probably best he kept the light off. He'd never had Chloé in his room, he'd never had anyone in his room, but Marinette was different. Marinette was special.

He lowered her down on the bed removing her heels before his own shirt and pants as he looked over her body, her hair sprayed out over his white sheets. He swore he was looking at an insert from one of his gentleman's magazines, no one should look this good without the additional airbrushing and photoshopped uplifts.

As soon as his shirt was gone, she stretched up and traced her fingers down his body, using her fingers to etch every crease and crevice into her mind. He was an Adonis of a man. Beautiful inside and out.

"You ok?" He checked on her again, climbing in between her legs and running his hands through her hair.

"I'm good."

"Only good? Well, I need to change that."

His lips met hers again, slowly kissing her and pulling away, only for both her smile and hands to pull him back. He could get used to this. He wanted to get used to this. Everything about her was enticing and wonderful.

Using one hand, he brushed over her thigh and under her knee, bending it up to place her foot against the mattress and allowing his fingers access to roam down to her underwear, stroking the edges and teasing what was to come.

"Adrien?" Her voice sounded shy and unsure.

"Yes, my love."

"Please," her voice came out almost as a beg, her hips lifting up in search of his hand.

His palm brushed against her wet panties, and his heart jumped at the effect he'd had on her. She was soaked, and she was soaked for him.

Slotting his fingers under the leg of her panties he went on the search for her wet crease, finding it surrounded by a field of dark curls. Adrien slipped his fingers up and down her centre, using her slick wetness to help move them up and down. Her gasps, egging him on, causing him to give her exactly what she wanted.

Adrien's fingers slipped into her, one first then joining it with a second, pumping in and out as he tilted to his side for better access. Her breathing intensified with each thrust of his hand, his fingers curling and vibrating trying to get her off. Marinette's hands grasped onto his shoulders as her free leg bent and straightened trying to grasp onto something for stability. Her moans made him increasingly hard against her leg, and he just couldn't help but grind down against her.

"Oh God, Adrien, please." Her back arched as she guided him on, wanting his lips on her breasts and her breasts free for him to have access to her nipples. She pushed his hand away, before scooting her way to sitting up reaching behind her to dispose of her bra.

Seeing her scurry, Adrien removed her panties and his own boxers leaving them both naked to the elements before he headed for a condom from his top drawer, taking out the box and leaving it on his nightstand. As he coated himself in the thin-feel latex, Marinette removed his sheets and climbed into his bed, opening her legs ready for his arrival.

He moved back, in between her bent legs smiling at the woman he was about to enter, finally understanding the meaning of making love. He'd just met her yet something about her turned him on in a way he never thought possible. Something about her should be his. He was falling quickly.

Marinette placed her hands on his ass before running them up his back and into his hair, pulling him down for a deep kiss, no tongues, just passion. She'd never felt this way before and she wanted to feel it again and again, especially when he entered her fully and began to move. He hooked his elbows through her knees pressing them into her body, moving in and out of her at a steady pace.

Adrien's lips released from Marinette's and began to work the way down to her breasts allowing him to suck and lick over the nipple and enjoy them the way he wanted to since she entered the club the night before. His breath left his throat as she began to meet him thrust to thrust, indicating him to move faster.

His mouth released her as he sat up, keeping her legs towards her chest, and thrusting into her. He marvelled at how her breasts bounced with his moves, her hair sprayed on his pillow and her hands stroked down his stomach making it contract with the tickling feel. Fuck, he wanted this every night for the rest of his life. She was stunning and it felt right, this is how he wanted his first time, this is how he thought it would feel when he finally reached adulthood and began to have sex. Everything with Chloé was nothing compared to how his heart grew at the moment.

"Marinette, you're amazing. So sexy, so beautiful, cum for me Princess."

"You too buttercup," he growled at the nickname as he sped up his movements, leaning forward and biting into her neck.

As one they both exploded, Adrien pushing through the orgasm as Marinette ground her hips against him. Their breathing stalling as both tried to maintain some type of composure.

Finally, they were both spent. Stilling their movements and Adrien settling his weight on top of Marinette.

"Thank you," she whispered, stroking her nails up and down his back, his head still buried in her shoulder.

He hummed and attempted to lift himself up, face and body coated in a thin layer of sweat and other sticky fluids.

Eventually, he pulled his face away from her and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Do you need anything?" He said, holding the end of the condom and removing himself from Marinette and the bed.

"Sleep," the girl muttered before rolling onto her side and burying herself in his covers. She snuggled down with a sigh, feeling free and adored, and she couldn't get enough of it.

By the time Adrien returned from the bathroom and grabbed a glass of water, Marinette was fast asleep and he felt honoured to lie beside her. Slotting into the sheets, he moved behind her and placed a hand on her waist. Both still naked and snuggled for a well deserved sleep. What happens next can wait to be discussed in the morning.

•••••

Marinette could feel a hand on her breast and the hard part of the males anatomy behind her. Eyes still closed, she couldn't help but smile. Flashbacks to the before with Adrien inside her, making her feel things she never had before played behind her eyelids causing her to rub her ass against Adrien's dick.

The young adult stirred as he began to thrust back. Rubbing his dick up and down her ass crack, before squeezing her breast and running his hand down to her clit. Her moan woke him with a start as he realised this wasn't actually a wet dream but his real life.

Leaning over her, he reached for the box of condoms on the nightstand, taking one and placing it on himself, sliding into her wet core. He'd never had lazy morning sex before, but already it was becoming a favourite of his. He thrust in and out, moving his hand back around the front of her, pressing hard on her nub and circling it in time with his thrusts.

The sound of her dropping her defences for him made his heart soar, he'd need to thank Nino later for meeting Alya and in turn introducing him to Marinette.

He moved his hand back up to her breast, pinching her nipple and pressing lazy kisses to her neck and shoulder. But this wasn't enough for her. She wanted to see him. To watch his face as she came for him then surveying him losing control himself.

Opening her eyes, she noticed daylight was appearing in the room and that the blinds had been left open from the night before. She looked straight ahead of her and noticed something about Adrien Agreste's bedroom; he had a shit load of Ladybug merchandise laying around the room. Her labido suddenly increased. Did he have a thing for her superhero persona?

The fire in her belly caused her to manoeuvre herself and push him onto his back, marvelling at the shocked look on his face. She climbed on top of him positioning his incredibly hard dick at her hole and slamming down onto it. She began to bounce, her ass slapping against his thighs as her hands held stability on his gorgeous pecs.

He looked at her in such a way she moved faster, harder, throwing her head back and moaning his name. Leaning forward she positioned her breasts above his mouth, taking one hand to his head and forcing his face onto her. Her hips continued to grind, Adrien's hands now positioned on her ass to help her keep a rhythm.

"Shit, you feel so good." She said, pulling his hair to make him release her breast. She looked into his eyes as they began to glaze over, he looked like the cat that got the cream, he looked like -

He pulled her down again, causing her to tilt her head to the side and what she caught made her movements still. There, on his bedside table, was a picture ... a picture of Ladybug and Chat Noir ... a picture of her and her partner.

"Adrien?" Marinette asked, "why the fuck have you got a picture of Ladybug and Chat Noir kissing on your bedside table?"

His tongue stopped licking her nipple and he threw his head back against his pillows.

Shit, Nino was right, he thought. He should have cleared this all away, he didn't know he'd end up bringing a magical siren home with him.

"It's - um - it's a funny story." Marinette gazed down at him then looked around the room. It was full of Ladybugs photographs and photographs of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

"I can't wait to laugh," Marinette began to climb off him, his rock hard cock slowly retreating from his stupidity.

She stood up and grabbed his shirt from last night, placing it on so she could go and find her dress.

"Marinette? Please just - please let me explain."

"That's weird, Adrien." Marinette made her way into the kitchen wishing she had more time to explore it, it was quite a feature. Instead though she continued to look for her dress.

"It's not as weird as you might think," he said, "I know her." A naked Adrien walked behind her as she laughed, before stopping and turning to face him.

"You know her? How?"

"We've spent a lot of time together." He said, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

"Wow! I never took you for a liar. What else should I believe?"

He sighed, removing the condom that was now drooping off his mediocre sized member and slamming it into the bin.

"I really do know her, Marinette, I can't tell you how but she kind of means a lot to me."

"You really are full of shit, aren't you? Perhaps I was right with my first perception." She said, wrapping the shirt around her and attempting to protect her modesty.

"I'm not lying!" He roared out.

"Yes, you are!" She shouted back.

"How would you know?" He instantly fired back, moving towards her.

"Because I am fucking Ladybug!"

Adrien stilled in his steps.

"Oh! I didn't know you were in a relationship."

She slammed a hand to her forehead.

"No, you dumbass, I am Ladybug! That woman in those pictures is me!"

Adrien opened and closed his mouth doing a rather realistic impression of a 'Hungry Hippo'.

"You've got to be shitting me!"

"I need to go! Not only have I made a mistake sleeping here, I've now risked my identity." She began to move again only to be stopped by Adrien grabbing her arm and spinning her around.

He grabbed hold of her hips, lifted her and slammed her down on the kitchen counter.

"Looks like we've finally found each other, M'Lady."

She stared at him in shock before grabbing his neck and pulling him into her lips. She opened her mouth allowing him in, licking his tongue with her own. He moved his hands to her thighs, lifting them to place her feet firmly against the cold granite, then moving them under his shirt to feel the top of her ass.

"You better not be messing with me, Adrien." She said, as she pulled away.

"Claws out," a rush of black sped through the room and a green glow surrounded him. A quick blink and there was Chat Noir, there was her Kitty. She grabbed him again and kissed him as though her life depended on it.

"Detransform and fuck me, Chaton. I've missed you.."

Dropping the transformation, he pulled her to the edge of the counter and positioned himself. Thanks to her last kiss, he was hard and ready to go again.

"I just need to get a -"

"No!" She stopped him from moving, "fuck me raw."

He growled and slammed himself into her, the sound of flesh colliding echoed through the kitchen as he began to move. She was everything he'd ever dreamed of, and he couldn't believe his luck.

Their kisses became sloppy as he sped up his moves, reveling in the sound of skin against skin. Both lost in their bubble of lust, neither heard the door open or saw Nino walk in.

"Fucking hell, Adrien! What happened to 'I'm not fucking your girlfriends bff'?"

"Nino, get lost!" Adrien groaned out as Marinette let out a loud moan, her breasts becoming uncovered from the shirt as her back arched towards her love.

"Don't worry, I'm going, but just so you know you're cleaning that shit up and disinfecting the counter."

Nino walked to his room as Adrien continued to rail into Marinette, bringing her closer to orgasm. He could feel her walls begin to tighten around his well engorged cock as she placed a hand on her clit and rubbed circles. He bent down and latched onto her breast causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"I love you, Kitty." She said, returning from her high.

"Fuck, I love you more Bugaboo." With a couple more pumps he released inside her, well and truly spent.

"So can I keep you and the scarf?" He finally asked.

She giggled and then kissed him.

"Always."