A sequel to 'The Hickey Hypothesis' which you will find in 'The Tales and Trials of the Akuma Class'

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Adrien and Marinette lay resting on his bed, Marinette between his legs as she played with the ring on his finger and he traced the faint imaginary outline of the hickeys he'd left mere weeks ago.

Adrien loved these moments. Late night rendezvous, sneaking into his room through one of the giant windows and making his way into her room through the open arms of her mother and father. Tom and Sabine had taken to their relationship so well. Adrien had been greeted with open arms and made to feel one of the family, even if he had to go through Tom's 'interview' process. Apparently, after a 'fiasco' with Chat Noir, Tom had become a little more protective of his daughter; Adrien couldn't deny he loved the inside joke between himself and his Lady.

"I was thinking..." Marinette said, breaking Adrien from another of his future daydreams. This time they were on a beach in the South of France running amuck with just one child, the other growing in his beautiful wife's stomach. All big and round and..."I wonder if I can orgasm through the suit."

And the dream suddenly popped, changing to something far more erotic and causing her current position to get a little uncomfortable.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, we know hickeys work, but there were a couple of places on my suit that we didn't try." She shrugged. She actually shrugged. Talking about this like it was nothing.

Just a 'Hi Adrien, how are you today? Say, want to bend down suck my sex and see if you can make me cum?'

He moved a little from his position causing her to laugh. He was getting harder by the second.

"Am I affecting you there kitty cat?"

He whimpered, a small 'have mercy' sound from the back of his throat. They hadn't really been sexual since they'd gotten together. The most they'd really done is made out and 'accidentally' copped a feel of the other as their hands wondered. He still stands by his boob grope being nothing more than a hand spasm; whether she believes it or not, that's her own prerogative.

"Are you being serious?" he asked.

She pressed a kiss to his hand before spinning on her knees to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she studied his bare chest and now tented bottoms. He sat looking into her bluebell eyes, fighting the urge to find a pillow and cover his roaring erection. She'd given him boners in the past, but this one was something else. The others had been a little lift from kisses and hair caresses, not from being asked to make her orgasm through the suit—this one had a life of its own.

"What's wrong kitty? Cat got your tongue?" She swooped in, taking him by surprise and using her own lips to open his mouth.

His erection throbbed harder. Her actions making him more aroused than he'd ever been in his life, and he was worried he was going to cum there and then on the spot.

She sucked his tongue into her mouth. Well, that's new. She'd never done that before. His delicate little flower had suddenly bloomed into a wild vibrant... he didn't even have a name for it. She was just...

He broke away, pushing her back a little from him before he made an embarrassing mess and just in case this was a weird dream, he studied her wondering if she was actually going to try and eat him whole.

"Hold up, M'Lady. What's got into my soft, sweet Marinette?"

She groaned, dropping back onto his bed and placing her hands over his eyes. She swung her legs over his, his hands automatically taking position rubbing her calves.

"The girls," she mumbled behind her hands.

"What about the girls?" he asked.

A groan left her mouth as she positioned herself up on her elbows. Her eyes clearly asking him not to judge her.

"Tell me, Bug."

She sighed, looking down as she began to speak. "They were all talking about what they do with their boyfriends, and I know we've only been dating a couple of weeks, but we may as well have been dating for years and I know you shouldn't just want to do stuff because everyone else is, but-"

"Woah, Marinette, take a breath please."

She closed her eyes, taking one, two, three, deep breaths before opening her eyes again.

"I want to go further with you."

He nodded down towards the tent in between them. "I think I'm on the same page. So do you want to discuss this?"

"I'm not ready to go all the way yet, but I want to... I would like you too..." she flopped back down onto the bed, a groan leaving her mouth with the impact.

"Marinette, come on, it's just me. You can say anything, I won't be offended and I promise I won't make fun of you."

"You know that's not always true! I can't just say anything to you. You know that's a challenge for me." she whimpered, her hands making their way back to her face once again.

"Little Bug, look at me." He moved himself to hover over her, balancing on one arm as he pulled hers away from her face with the other. "I love you more than any 19 year old should even know about, and I'm quite sure you feel the same way about me. We're going to go all the way some day, I'm sure, but I want you to know I'm here to go at your pace. So tell me what I can do? We can discuss and then decide."

Her eyes widened and her mouth formed that perfect 'o' shape he just had to kiss off—so he did. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, lifting her hips to meet his. He broke away and looked down at the Angel below him. "Tell me."

"I want you to touch me."

"With what?" he probed.

"With your mouth, but over my suit. I'm not ready for more yet."

"Whatever you wish."

"I also want..." she bit her lower lip, giving it a slight nibble before he untucked it from her teeth.

"It's just me, Marinette."

She took a deep breath before speaking, "I want my kitty to do it."

Her words rang through his brain like church bells on Christmas morning, his eyes obviously displaying the childlike joy he felt as she finally relaxed and started to giggle.

"Spots on." She transformed into her super suit, pulling him down and into another kiss. "I've always wanted to kiss you as Ladybug. I can't believe it's taken this long to do it," she whispered.

"Do it whenever you please, Miss Ladybug. This random citizen will always show his thanks to Paris' savoirs."

"Don't tell Chat Noir that," she said, threading her fingers through his hair, "he'll come and steal all your kisses."

Adrien burst out laughing in the carefree way of his Chat Noir persona. God, when he was with her he felt amazing. "Claws out."

He watched her close her eyes, protecting them from the blast of green light, taking the opportunity to kiss her again. Slow and steady, and deep. Her appreciative groan vibrated through them both as her lips gave back as much as he placed on her. Hunger, lust, love, desire. Everything.

Giving her a head spinning kiss, he began to move down her body, kissing over each spot as he had the night they made it official, stopping when he reached the spots perfectly positioned around her breasts.

"Please, Kitty~" he heard her say through hushed breaths. Her hands had moved down into his hair, rubbing the sensitive, yet oh-so-good, spot right behind his super ears.

He focused his mouth on the spots just above her nipples, once again sucking and biting over it, only this time he felt her relinquish all control; her body melting into his mattress and muscles relaxing as he worked each of the spots over and over, taking whatever he could into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue.

"More~" she said, her breathless voice joining the heat in his veins causing an overpowering and volcanic eruption of his own groan.

"Marinette~"

He kissed down the spots, hopping from one to the next; on her rib cage, stomach and finally the top of her sex. "Are you sure?" Chat whispered.

"If you don't do it I'll ask Plagg," she whimpered.

"I've tried, he's not very willing."

Ladybug's laugh turned into a long drawn out moan as his lips connected with the chosen spot. Chat using his hand to hold down her bucking hips and taking his slow sensual time kissing and making out with the spot. She began to grind against him, trying her hardest to get her most tender part near his mouth. However, he still had the control, hand firmly holding her against the soft cotton of his dark sheets.

"I know we said spots," she let out in uneven breaths, "but please don't think you can't go anywhere else."

Chat smiled, mouth still against her spot, before moving it slightly into the 'red' zone.

"Like here?" He pressed a kiss on her pelvic bone, her hips thrusting up violently. "Or here?" He moved a little lower, placing his lips on her hot, wet sex and sucking hard; feeling the dampness ooze it's way out of her suit and giving him an enhanced variation of her sweet nectar.

He felt a tug of the duvet cover before looking up to see it in her mouth. Her teeth clenching down hard in a need to placate the scream, and God damn Adrien was thankful. Having his father appear in his room whilst Chat Noir (his son) was eating out Ladybug (his son's girlfriend) would not be the most ideal of circumstances.

"Kitty~" she called down to him, her eyes begging before her words could, "please. I'm close."

"As you wish, M'Lady."

Concentrating on her reactions, Adrien went all in, licking, biting and sucking over her suit where her hot sex needed him. Him. Only him. The thrill of the realisation made him suck harder, her gasps and pants pushing her to the point of no control.

She lifted up, resting on one elbow, the other hand finding his head and watching as he manoeuvred his wonderful peach lips around her heat. His eyes met hers only to find her mouth open, head thrown back; building up his ego and enjoyment of being the first (and hopefully only) person to taste the fine luxury of Ladybug, of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

"Oh my God, Adrien, this is so hot!"

He looked up, his cat slits expanding to take over his pupils before he made a bold move dragging his tongue over where her slit would be under the suit. Her eyes rolled and her head threw back, her hand tensing on the back of his head forcing him to wrap his lips around her hardened nerves.

"Harder, keep going, please...don't stop!"

With one last flick of his tongue, she stilled underneath him, tensing all her muscles as she held his head steady, her thighs grasping around his suit. If he was in civilian form he was quite sure she would have squished him.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!"

She collapsed backwards onto the bed bringing her knees up and rubbing her thighs together as she rocked side to side giggling. He sat back on his heels watching as Ladybug, always in control Ladybug, was melting in a fit of giggles on his bed.

"You okay Bug?"

She sighed, stretching her legs out and her arms above her head looking the most calm and relaxed he'd ever seen. "Come here." She fanned her hands towards him, and he didn't need to be asked twice.

Swapping his position on the bed, he went to lay beside her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Before letting her lift her head and rest it on his arm. Rolling to the side, she curled into him, a beaming smile pride of place on both their faces.

"Thank you, Minou. That was more amazing than I imagined." She snuggled closer into him before calling off her transformation, Adrien reappearing swiftly after.

"Your welcome, Princess."

She yawned loudly, pulling Adrien's attention down to her sleepy body. "When I'm more awake," she began, "I'll see what I can do for you."

"Don't worry, Lovebug. I'm just happy I could make you happy."

"Um, you're so sweet, I love you so much." Her voice was a small whisper and he knew she was falling into the depths of sleep, curled up and protected in his arms.

"I love you too."