IT'S A TRAP!

International superstar, XY, 30, has recently set about on what he calls a 'witch-hunt', aiming to bring to light and take down companies who glorify the need to ruin men.

The famous rapper, who has just filed for his sixth divorce stated '[He] is publically horrified and humiliated by the low level some women will go to, to come out on top.'

He has been very vocal about something called 'A Honey Trap', where the singer stated he was led on and forced to cheat. He goes on to explain how the trap worked, the abundance of alcohol and the skills of the women sent out to trap him.

'The Honeys', as they like to call themselves, thrive on their take down on men. A lot label themselves as man haters, and flock to the job after a history of past issues; the most common being cheating. As a weapon originally used in espionage, honey trapping has become popular for wealthy women (and men) to break out of prenuptial agreements and gather evidence of infidelity to settle divorces.

There are unconfirmed reports that a Parisian socialite secondaries as a 'honey' and has been quite successful. There is yet to be confirmation about the young woman, but don't worry here at 'Mode Mania' nothing escapes our radar for long.

Unsurprisingly, since XY's claim other celebrities have been coming out of the woodwork detailing that the same thing has happened to them.

One publicly known politician stated:

'The honeys play nasty games. They get you to drink obscene amounts of alcohol before using your inebriated state to make you act and behave how they want you too. Coming onto you and flirting, touching you up and kissing you. To be honest, it's a little unnerving for women to act this way.'

Women, however, have come out in support of the traps. Clara Nightingale, 30, has stated:

'I have used the service myself and was pleasantly surprised how professional it is. The girls are all helpful and understanding, they don't do anything questionable just act how they are paid to. Being sweet and beautiful. As a client you can watch and listen to the entire exchange, and most of the time the guys don't have an issue hitting on a young beautiful woman alone at a bar. For women to want to use such a service their man musthave sent out a red flag.'

It seems it's very much men vs women when it comes to these so-called 'honeys'. So let us know in the comments below if you would use such a service to trap your other half.

•••••

The light broke through the curtains, filling the shadow filled room with light and floating dust bunnies. Marinette yawned and stretched out hoping her hand would be met with warm flesh, only to be disappointed when the opposite side of the bed was empty. She sat up noting that she was still in her dress from the night before. What a gentleman! He didn't even undress her for bed. She smiled, biting down on her lower lip. Even all these years later he was still a true gentleman. She had really found a Prince.

Standing from the bed she threw off her dress, now wrinkled like an elephant's ass, and searched around his room for a possible outfit. As she walked past the mirror she cursed herself. She'd made an effort last night, she'd worn matching underwear and everything, only to pass out on the sofa and probably drool all over Adrien like a teething baby. How sexy was she! The only thing that would have made it worse is if she'd had one of those dreams. Not one where she'd come out if it panting from high energy exercise, but one where she'd rousal from severe anxieties. For some reason, since rekindling with Adrien, her dreams of losing Chat Noir had come back in full force and it scared her.

She shook her head, removing the thoughts of what might have happened and instead concentrated on what she could work out did happen. Adrien had carried her to bed (swoon), he'd acted like a complete gentleman (double swoon) and he left her to wake up alone (idiot). She thought back to the many times Dominic hadn't been nearly so sweet; where she'd wake up with him either in her or preparing to enter. They had been a couple and Marinette had told him she didn't mind because of that reason, thinking it was normal for other halves to do that. But she was wrong. He made her feel violated, especially as he only did it for the sex, not because he loved her. He'd told her a number of times he'd only ever seen her as a decent catch, she wasn't even sure why they'd gotten engaged.

Marinette carried on her search, opening and closing drawers in want of something to wear. She had to admit she was impressed with the way he'd folded and placed his clothing into the drawers and hung up his shirts. She wondered if he'd asked housekeeping to do it, or whether he'd done it himself. It was such an opposition compared to Chat Noir's barrel idea. The way Adrien had everything laid out she reckoned the guy would have a heart attack if she brought up that idea.

The thought of Chat made her heart yearn. She hadn't spoken to him in a week, and such time gaps always made her heart beg for contact with him.

"Tikki, spots on," she whispered, taking the chance of Tikki being nearby only to be rewarded by the bright flash of pink surrounding her and her super suit making an appearance on her body.

Checking the door was firmly closed, she reached for her yo-yo and selected his contact name. She wasn't surprised to find he didn't answer. After all, he had told her he was away for a while and she had no clue the time difference.

Waiting for the answerphone to 'beep', she took a deep breath and thought about what she wanted to say. Her mind had gone blank.

"Oh- um - kitty. Hi. I'm- um- I'm just checking in." She bit her lower lip, before looking around the room. Well this was awkward. Bouncing on her toes she began to think about what to say when a shadow passed the curtain and she was suddenly struck with inspiration. "So here's a funny story. I have my Chat Noir socks with me that you had given me last Christmas, and was using them to curl my hair. You'll never guess what happened though. A monkey stole it and took it to another balcony. I don't know if it's something you had to be here for, but, yeah, it was funny. I always said you had the weirdest fans. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I miss you, and I'll see you back in Paris next weekend. Bye Chaton."

She closed the yo-yo and placed it back on her hip, calling off the transformation and seating herself on the edge of the bed. She gave herself a shake, reminding herself that he wanted her to give it a shot with Adrien. That she needed to decide what was in her heart, which was fine. Great really. She loved Adrien, but she loved whoever this guy was too. It was just different.

Standing once more, she headed to Adrien's drawers pulling out a dark green racer back vest top, one that barely covered her bra and hit the top of her knees. It was sexy in an understated kind of way. Moving into his bathroom to find the hotel's disposable toothbrush which she'd claimed as her own, she spotted a hair tie from a previous stay in his room, sitting lonely on the counter. Flinging her hair down towards the floor, she brushed her fingers through it; twisting and turning it around the elastic to create a messy bun and then gave it a little pull. Standing straight, she looked in the mirror. Excellent.

She found her toothbrush and continued her normal routine, preparing herself to see Adrien. Hair done, kind of dressed, and morning breath relieved, she was ready.

Making her way down into the main area of the suite, it didn't take long to find him; his laughter bouncing off the walls and up the stairs leading her to his whereabouts. Was he talking to someone?

"Mari, come and see this."

He called to her, somehow sensing she was there, his eyes still firmly fixed out the window. She stalked her way over, stopping next to him and kind of gutted he hadn't looked at her yet. She thought he'd eat this up.

"Look." He nodded toward the window but her gaze was firmly set studying him. Hubba hubba. His low slung basketball shorts gave her a verydecent view of his deep cut 'V' line, his shirtless top showing off everything else. If she had her phone on her, she'd take a picture for private keeping as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest, and a steaming hot drink in one hand, continuing to look out the window.

"Not at me, you little pervert," he said with a laugh, finally turning to gaze over her. His eyes burned into her with a force to make her spontaneously combust. "Though, I think I have something new I want to stare at." She rolled her eyes, finally turning her attention from him out the window.

There on the balcony were the fucking monkeys, reading her fucking book. Okay, maybe reading was a little too advanced considering the book was upside down and...was one of them eating a page?

"Who would have thought? Monkeys like to read erotica novels," Adrien said with a chuckle, taking a sip of whatever was in his mug.

"That's my fucking book." Her hands stretched out towards the glass door, palms up as the monkeys violated poor Olivia and Dylan's love story. It was just getting to the best part too. Her expression was obviously highly amusing as Adrien didn't seem to be able to hold himself together, bursting out in deep, ovary screaming laughter.

"It's not fucking funny, Agreste."

"I beg to differ, sweetheart." There was that word again. Sweetheart. Her womb screamed out 'babies' as his gaze shifted over her.

He licked and bit his bottom lip, turning back to face out the sliding doors and onto the balcony. He was teasing her. Dear Lord, Adrien Agreste was teasing her and he was bloody good at it. She turned her gaze back out the window too; if this was how he was going to play it—fine.

The Adonis of a man next to her started shaking, his laughter building up again, as he placed his mug on a side table and picked up his phone. Was he taking pictures?

"Nino is going to eat this up!" he said, tapping frantically on his phone.

She glared over to see that wasn't the first picture of the monkeys he'd sent.

"Really?" she questioned.

"This is the first I've sent of them reading the book. Daisy's only just brought it with her"

"Daisy?" she giggled. "You've named the monkeys?"

"No," he said in shocked horror, "have you not read the documents about them? They have little tell tale marks and names. It's quite obvious."

She was quite sure that now would not be the best time to admit that no, she had not indeed read the booklets. Hence the hair incident of yesterday.

"So, how many photos have you sent?"

"Six to Nino."

She raised one eyebrow, "and?"

He rolled his eyes back at her. "Seven to Kim plus two videos. I thought he'd get a kick out of them."

He definitely would, she thought. Knowing full well that Kim was a monkey himself.

"Did they just turn up here this morning?" She gave him a side glare only to see the wince on his face. He placed his phone down beside his coffee mug, before turning back to her.

"You put fucking food out for them, didn't you?"

"Now, Marinette, I think we need to see someone about your cussing."

"Oh no, no, no. Don't you dare turn this on me! You put food out so the monkeys would come to your balcony, didn't you?" He turned to face her, a smile that could melt a thousand hearts, or in her case smash his perfectly formed and pure white teeth in.

"Well, I hadn't seen them," he whined, "and I wanted to! It's not fair that you already have. They even got close enough to touch you."

That was the moment she cracked. She clutched her stomach as she bent her knees in soul splitting laughter. "You are such an idiot, how did I ever think you were cool? Do you really want a monkey to touch you? Because I don't mind going out there and swapping with one. I want my book back."

"So you'd prefer to read about Olivia's 'burning loins' than me playing with yours?"

"She's just found out she's pregnant with Dylan's baby after having an abusive relationship and a miscarriage! They're about to have their happy ending! That's important."

"I'll tell you what," he spun her to face him as he spoke, finally touching her for the first time that morning (thank God!), even if it was just on the hips (dammit). "If the book means that much to you, find it on my Amazon account and have them delivered here."

"Them?" she questioned, eyebrow raising in amusement, his own eyes reflecting in the morning sunshine giving her a good look at his yellow fleckles.

"The whole damn 'Dare' series."

She ran her hands up his bare chest, trying to keep her mind together as she threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, her groin hitching forward unconsciously trying to find contact.

"And how does a masculine, hot, superstar know about the Dares?"

"Oh- um - a friend told me about them." His hand went to scratch the back of his neck but instead she released one of her own and grabbed it, bringing it down and positioning just below her rib cage.

"I have no problems with you reading them," she said, "the scenes are pretty..." she moved one finger towards his face and bopped him on the nose, "hot."

He grabbed her wrist before she could contemplate what was happening and held it behind her back, his gaze fixed on her own which, she was sure, was twinkling with arousal.

"Good morning, Mr. Agreste."

•••••

Adrien lunged in, hungrily devouring her lips as he took her the way he'd so desperately wanted to last night. Forget breakfast being the most important meal of the day. In Adrien's humblest opinion, that record was hers, and hers only. And not in a sexual way either.

Her kisses were a sweet elixir. A drug that filled you with endorphins and made you happy. Her lips soft cushions of lust and her taste, god, his eyes were rolling even though his lids were shut, and as he pulled away he had to focus not to dive straight back in.

"Ummm... minty fresh."

She smacked his bicep and pushed him away. "You're a bastard, do you know that?"

Before she could get too far away, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back, her chest flush against his body. Her arms returned home to their position around his neck. "Oh, come on, it was just a joke," he chortled.

"And since when does Adrien Agreste make so many jokes?"

"Since he's been deliriously happy with his new girlfriend."

He felt her body melt against his own, her heat mixing with his as she stretched on her tippy toes and tightened her grip around his neck, embracing him and sending his pulse skyrocketing. He wrapped his arms around her waist, digging his chin into her shoulder and looking down. Oh man, this was an opportunity too good to miss out on.

He stroked up and down her back, ever so gentle in his little caresses. The good boyfriend who couldn't get enough of touching his new girlfriend, until he reached the bottom of her, no sorry, his shirt.

Licking his lips, he grabbed the hem and lifted it up a little, getting a glimpse of her underwear and, more importantly, her ass. He let out a little uncontrolled giggle and cringed. He didn't even know he could make that noise.

"You're looking at my ass aren't you?" Her voice vibrated through his ear, causing him to drop the fabric, and take a step back.

"Pfft, no." He looked out the window at the monkeys. How was he still embarrassed by things like this? He'd spent a day with her naked, but still tiny little things like this turned him into a pubescent school boy.

"Did you like it?"

"Pfft," he said, rolling his eyes (and head) before looking at her, "yes."

"Then come here and show me." She grabbed a hold of the top of his shorts, pulling him in towards her with such domination he was tempted to ask her to tie him up, damn, a little Ladrien action with her yo-yo would most certainly fulfil some fantasies. He quickly glanced outside the window again, noting how she was rising on her toes coming to kiss him.

"We can't have sex," he whispered.

"Why?" her moan did things to him that he was suddenly uncomfortable showcasing.

"Because of the monkeys, of course."

"Ok, Agreste, I understand you like joking around at the moment, but quoting Toy Story? Really?"

"Marinette," he hissed, "they're watching."

"They're not going to be judging the size of your fucking dick." She let go of his waistband with a 'thwack', Adrien jumping back a little due to the collision of elastic with his lower stomach area.

"Why did you do that?" he growled.

"Because you're being fucking stupid!"

"I'm not having sex in front of monkeys."

"Oh my God, Adrien! Look, they have no issues."

He turned his head to see Daisy getting ravished rather roughly from behind by, who he thought was, Ramone. He tilted his head and pursed his lips, well, that was new.

"They obviously liked your book."

Her giggle was met with her hands joining around his waist as her head pressed against his chest. "If you're not going to do me like they do on the Discovery channel, at least make me breakfast. You're not a very good host."

"That can definitely be arranged, M'L -Ma - Ma - Marinette."

She pulled her head back from its position and looked into his eyes, eyebrows raising once again. If she kept this up he was sure she would make him pay for Botox.

"What the fuck was that?" she laughed.

"Well you used lyrics from a song so I thought that was what we were doing." He grabbed his coffee mug and began to walk them both into the kitchen one arm slung around her shoulder as she held him tightly around the waist. His brain began spiralling into overdrive attempting to find a way out of his self made mess. Oh fuck!

"And what song might that be?"

"Oh, um, I was doing a - a remix. You know, instead of Ba - ba - ba - ba Barbara Ann," he sang, "I changed it to Ma - Ma - Ma -Ma Marinette." He kept his gaze straight forward, frowning his eyebrows and biting his lip. He... wanted... to... cry! Stick a fork in him, he's done.

"Ha, that's sweet." Fucking hell! She had more screws loose than he did! "Do you think we should make Ramone some coffee when he's done?" she asked.

"That, and maybe hand him a cigar because there's no way he hasn't knocked her up." Hello, baby monkeys!

Marinette giggled, Adrien unwrapping himself and moving towards the refrigerator where he'd placed the fruits he'd ordered that morning.

"So, Mademoiselle, what would you like for breakfast? I've got fruits, pastries and cereals? Though if you want something else I can always order it for you."

He watched as she hopped onto a bar stool with surprising ease, and, if he was being observant she had most certainly shifted the top to reveal her bra a little more and her legs. She was most unquestionably challenging his restraint.

"Just my normal please," she said, indicating her chocolate milk and croissant.

"All these luxuries of a different world and you choose the same old French cuisine."

"Well, if it's not broken, why change it?"

Adrien moved around in silence, his thoughts playing back to her sleep talking the night before. He was torn between bringing it up and just letting it go, after all he wasn't a foreigner to nightmares about either Ladybug or Marinette leaving him. He had woken up numerous times over the past years screaming his apologies and begging for a second, third and, even, fourth chance, each of which he wished he had someone other than Plagg or Tikki to confine in.

He took a deep breath. They needed to be open with each other, there was too much hanging there already, and if she was consumed by fears of him leaving, he needed to let her know that that was no longer an option. She was stuck with him, there was no way of getting rid of him now.

"You," he coughed, keeping his back to her and continuing her breakfast, "last night, you were speaking out in your sleep."

The gasp of breath had him spinning around to face her, her demeanour showing fear and shock. She must know she had these types of nightmares, this couldn't be the first time it'd happened. Her hands were clenched and began pushing up and down her thighs, her shoulders slumped over and her worried expression made her look at least five years younger.

"Oh." She looked up at him, a fear in her eyes which just wasn't acceptable. Picking up her items, he made his way over to her, placing them on the counter behind the stool, and putting his own hands on the outside of her thighs using his thumb to caress the clearly defined muscles.

"You mentioned about people leaving."

"Did I - um - did I say who?" If her shoulders had gone any higher, he was quite sure her neck would no longer exist, the tension radiated through her tighter than a coiled spring.

"No, you never mentioned a name." Liar! He watched her shoulders drop down with a rather large exhale. "But I just wanted to let you know I will never leave you again, Marinette. We're going to have that future you wanted. We're going to be happy together the way we deserve, I'm going to care for you and cherish you. I'm going to take you on over the top dates, and treat you like a Princess. This is it for me, you are it for me. I've lost you once and there's not a chance in hell I'm losing you again. I l-"

The sound of ringing echoed through the room, a ringtone only ever linked with the delivery of bad news. It was only at this moment he realised the position they'd managed to get themselves in during his speech. He was tucked tightly between her legs, her arms up and around his neck, and her lips a mere inch from his. He groaned, dropping his head onto her shoulder, cursing his cousin who'd chosen this precise moment to call.

Fucking cock!

"Do you need to answer that?" Her voice was soft in his ear.

"Unfortunately, yes." The ringing stopped, only to start up again mere moments later. Heading to where he'd placed both their phones on charge earlier that morning, he handed Marinette hers then reached for his own.

"Roadkill Cafe, you kill it, we grill it, how can I help you?"

He smiled at Marinette, watching as she rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, and stood from the seat, grabbing the croissant and leaving the kitchen. His eyes remained on her as she went to the sofa and sat down, removing her, sorry his shirt, and tossing it over her head. There was a rather large chance that he was drooling.

"Hey cuz, how many times have you had sex this week?"

"What do you want, Félix?" Marinette physically flinched at the name, the movement not a surprise by any means.

"You could do with the stress relief, you're a bit uptight you know."

"If this was what you're ringing for then unfortunately I must end it now. Good-"

"No, no! I'm sorry, okay listen. I was watching the video back of me and...you know."

"And you say I need to get some," he laughed.

"I can't help it! You know I think she's gorgeous. Anyway, something doesn't feel right."

"Oh my God Félix, do you have erectile dysfunction? If you need help, I know someone." A snort of laughter came from the sofa, as Marinette tried to cover her mouth and suppress down the remainder of her giggles.

"There's nothing wrong with my dick! How do people think you're the nice one in the family? It's obvious they've never been on the receiving end of your shitty jokes."

"Hey, that's hitting below the belt! Oh wait..." Marinette let out a howl of laughter, Adrien falling into sync straight after, neither being able to control their adolescent reactions. All he needed to do was throw in the word 'penis' and that would be it-gone.

"You're a fucking knob, you know that."

"At least mine works!"

"Fuck y- actually, I'm not doing this. Just watch the video of me and Vivica."

"Félix, we've been through this. I'm not watching a video of you fucking my wife. I don't want to see either of your naked asses." Marinette stood up from the chair, stretching tall in her black and purple lace underwear. For a second he completely lost track of what Félix was saying. His eyes locked on the gorgeous body in front of him.

"Then get Ladybug too, or Marinette. Just please, I think there's something in there we can use."

"Fine." Marinette had made it to the staircase, pausing at the bottom and bringing her hands around her back. Adrien bit his lower lip as she unfastened her bra and looked back at him, pushing the straps down her arms, before holding it out to the side and winked, dropping the bra onto the floor.

"Félix, I've gotta go."

Ending the call and slamming the phone down, he ran towards Marinette at the bottom of the staircase. Monkeys or no monkeys, he was having her the way he liked best. Naked and underneath him.

•••••

Marinette just needed to wait her time. As she was always told there was a right time for everything, and if she wanted to come out of this safely she needed to be patient. He was still there, sitting all proudly on the seat like the king of the world, and she didn't have it in her heart to break it. She just needed to wait.

She watched him slyly, trying to contemplate what he'd do next. Would he stay in the chair or would he move somewhere else? He'd been in that position for a while so it must be time for him to move soon, and as soon as he did she could advance. Move quickly, take what she wanted and then get out of there. Swift, quick and easy — in theory.

He moved, dropping what she wanted and exited the vicinity. Yes! The time was now! Opening the patio door, she slowly stepped out onto the balcony, and in a stealthy move dived forward grabbing her book before retreating into Adrien's suite.

"Yes!" She began to flick through the pages, only to find it half chewed, creased and soggy. "No!" She groaned, slamming it down on the counter.

"Why the drama Marinette? Adrien said you can just order new ones."

"I know," she whined, "but I want it now!"

"Has anyone ever told you that you are high maintenance?"

Marinette pouted at Tikki, "I am not!"

"If you say so."

Selecting some music from her latest 'Love It' playlist, Marinette began to clear up the mess they'd made this morning. Mugs, glasses, plates, a vest, bra, thong and shorts. Oh yes, it had been a good morning.

She knew she was losing control of herself, especially as she was still giddy over the fact he'd taken it upon himself to charge her phone this morning. No normal men did that, did they? Dominic never had, that's for sure. So as a means of thanks, whatever Adrien had wanted he'd gotten, and luckily, what he'd wanted was her.

Adrien had left about 30 minutes ago for his contractual personal trainer session, not that he needed it. God, the guy had gone from a nice body to a smoking hot one in the three years since she'd last seen him naked. He was a model boy for all her romantic novels, which could only be the result of many hours in the gym. She'd have to ask him one day if she could watch him lift weights, preferably topless, because she was quite sure that day would fill a ton of her fantasies.

About halfway through 'Blinding Lights' someone had the audacity to call her and shut off the song before it got to its best bit. She checked her watch, noticing it was two in the afternoon here, meaning it would be seven back in Paris. She'd already spoken to her Maman and texted Alya with coded updates, including a sound clip of 'She Bangs' by Ricky Martin, so when she looked at the phone screen she was shocked to see Peyton's name flashing up. Business technically ended at five so why would Peyton be calling her now.

"Hello?" She picked up the phone and placed it to her ear, curious about what her boss would want; after all she had been fired last week.

"Marinette, thank God."

"Is everything okay?" The worry lines between her brows cemented into place once again, as she placed her thumb nail in her mouth.

"Have you seen the recent issue of 'Mode Mania'?"

"N-no, I haven't had a chance to look today." Or never thought about it. She'd been too caught up in her Adrien bubble that she hadn't even thought about looking into the outside world. Well, apart from the world of monkeys.

"It's nothing to worry about, too much."

"Too much?" She looked around the room. Were there hidden cameras in here? Or had someone from the previous day's shoot picked up on something between her and Adrien? Oh God, what if the monkeys were actually spies? Adrien was right not to have sex in front of them, perhaps he knew!

"I can hear you worrying through the phone. Nothing's come to light, if there is anything, between you and Adrien. He's still Paris' golden boy, even more so since the news came out about Gabriel. It's one of your old traps. Mayor Bourgeois has left a statement regarding honeys, it seems whoever was XY's latest one has used rather extreme measures and he's not happy."

Though the news should have been a relief, having the ex-mayor come out about being trapped would not be good for anyone, what would Adrien say when he found out? Mayor Bourgeois had been her highest profile trap up to date, and it was a little different. It was Chloé who'd set it up, and to be honest for a good reason. Her father's new fiancée was nothing more than an evil stepmother. If Audrey was considered bad then she didn't have words for this one, she was vile and vindictive, doing everything she could to take the mayor's assets. Marinette stopped things before the Mayor ended up married.

"Was she one of yours?" Marinette asked of the fellow honey.

"No, but that doesn't mean we won't get pinpointed. I need a statement on each of the honey's behalf's incase the media comes snooping, have a think what you want yours to say and email it over to me."

"Okay," she replied, closing her eyes and feeling the start of a headache appear.

"And, Marinette, I know it's not my place to say, but you might want to think about when you're going to tell Adrien. As someone who fell in love with their trap myself, I know that the issue can be a hard one to work through."

Marinette couldn't help but laugh. "And what does he think about you owning a honey trap business?"

"Like your Adrien, his trap was a vindictive one; he hopes - well we both do - that people like you come along to save a man."

The sound of the door opening alerted Marinette to Adrien's presence returning to his hotel suite.

"Peyton, Adrien's just arrived back. I've got to go."

"Just think about what I said. I'll speak to you when you return home."

Ending the call, Marinette picked up her book and made her way over to him. A smile on her face, waving the still soggy and gnawed book in one hand.

"Look!" she demanded, "I won."

Adrien laughed, placing his gym bag down and closing the door behind him. He stepped towards her, taking the book from her hand and slinging it across the room, grabbing a hold of her face and pressing his lips delicately against hers. His lips moved them both in an upward direction, guiding her head in a position he could move in to kiss her neck.

"Are you a vampire?" she whispered, only for Adrien's throaty laugh to vibrate against her pulse point. "If I was, I would gladly eat you up."

"What are you waiting for then?" she teased.

Adrien groaned louder, his hands searching for her thighs and lifting her up onto his hips. The sudden movement added to the overall intense feeling and she wanted nothing more than to be taken victim by her wannabe vampire boyfriend.

As he reached the kitchen countertop, he placed her down on the cold surface causing her to flinch with the impact. She giggled, tensing her legs and hugging him into her tighter, her hands caressing his scalp as little sighs left her mouth, his mouth nipping and licking at her neck.

Adrien continued dampening her skin the same way as she was dampening herself. He moved himself down her body, pushing her skirt up and over her thighs finally settling between her legs.

Marinette closed her eyes, leaning back on her hands, moaning and sighing as Adrien went down on her, taking her to places she'd only ever been with him. Monkeys be damned, he was a man clearly on a mission and she was about to take off into the depths of space with him.

Through the intense vibrations coursing through her body and mind, added to the combined noises of their enjoyment, Marinette failed to hear the vibrations of her phone as it buzzed on the coffee table where she'd left it.

A name flashed on and off the screen repetitively before finally the caller sent a message instead.

No Number
You may think you know me,
That I'm under your spell,
But one thing's for certain,
Be prepared for my hell.

I've shed my cocoon,
And I'm ready to fly,
So, tell me little Ladybug?
Are you ready to die?