(Probably not in chronological order but who cares? Anyways, I'll be taking MARICHAT/LADRIEN/ADRIENETTE/LADYNOIR requests only. MariChat May whilst it lasts!)

Strip That Down For Me

Adrien slipped into his cat suit after leaving Marinette with his father. He did trust him with her, but that didn't mean he wanted to be apart from her any longer than necessary. Besides, Gabriel was already suited up. And it made sense that the rest of the Opposition didn't know his secret identity.

"You nearly done, kitty cat?" Marinette called out through the window. He rolled his eyes, and nodded.

"Yeah, nearly. You can come double check if you like!" He responded.

"No thanks, I'll take your word for it." She smiled. He heard it in her voice. He leaned in through the window, giving her a teasingly soft, swift kiss. She pouted when he pulled away.

"Later, remember?" He mouthed. The girl only groaned in response.

Damn was she hormonal.

He, at least, had been having better control. He wasn't sure how, exactly, since she wore a small black dress that showed her curves and legs. He licked his lips, and sat in the front seat. Marinette, meanwhile, was texting furiously to Alya. She smiled slightly and put it back in her purse.

As for the meeting, Chat had no idea how he'd survived it. Watching Marinette trail her fingers down her arm, leading to the girl's figure, well, it was a good thing he was focusing on Hawk Moth's voice, because God did she turn him on. When the meeting was over (Chat obviously was too preoccupied to input any help) he shoved her against the wall.

"You have any idea how much you distract me, huh?" He whispered. She shook her head, feigning innocence.

"How am I distracting you?" She asked softly. He grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes on his. She watched him as he took her to a small, abandoned room.

"Ms Doupain Cheng, do you know why you're here?" He looked at her through his lashes. Now she didn't have to fake confusion.

"No." She answered truthfully. He smirked.

"This used to be a fire department. We fixed the floor so nobody could slid down the pole to the bedrooms. This room is helpful for multiple reasons. You'll be preforming a strip dance for me, and..." He grinned darkly, "then I'm gonna take your dominance and screw you senseless." He informed her. Swallowing her fear of unimpressing him, she nodded. He sat down on an armchair, and he watched her. She stood by the pole.

He could tell she'd never done it before because of her nervousness. He smiled slightly, a true smile. "Hey, I'm not judging." He whispered, winking at her. "I just want a show."

God, when she held the pole, he doubted his first judgement. The girl smirked and sent him flirtatious winks as she twirled around it. She wrapped her legs around it and dipped her body back. He groaned inwardly and resisted the urge to take her and fuck her there and then. She stayed in that position, pulling her hair free. He watched her as she faced him, unzipping her dress. Dear Lord he liked what he saw. She wore a pink bra with black lace and matching panties. She winked at him again. Her hips began to move slowly against the pole and he watched her grind against it, hearing her make soft gasps everytime she did so. Her hands slipped to her clit and she rubbed herself, his eyes scanning her. Marinette.

She was a fucking goddess.

Soon after, she was naked, humping the pole as if it was him. Her mouth trailed down her shoulder and he grinned. She would touch herself teasingly, and would lick her lips in surprisingly arousing manners.

"As much fun as it is watching you hump that pole, baby, I want to get inside that beautiful body and screw you senseless. Right now." He ordered.

"Take me then." By now, he'd grown hard, and she was tied down to a chair with a pair of cuffs he kept with him.

"Where to start?" He asked. He attacked her throat hungrily, pouncing on her. His claws scraped her body, leaving marks. He didn't want foreplay. No, she had already toyed with herself long enough. He stripped his suit off and pulled his boxers down, and she watched him. "I'm going to enjoy this." He told her, his voice husky. She was already wet. He smirked, pushing himself in her slowly at first, aware that it was her first time, too. But she groaned in annoyance, begging him to go faster, harder.

He couldn't decline his baby doll, could he?

Being both teens first time, it was over painfully quickly. Marinette lay limp in his arms, exhausted by their recent... Activities. He inhaled her; loving the after sex smell he got from her. He kissed her forehead.

"Babe, I love you." He whispered softly. Marinette nodded slightly. The effort apparently killed her, and she was soon snoring as she laid on his chest. "You deserve better." He murmured.

Not that he was going to leave her. Ever. Nah, she was too fucking good.

He was the bad one.

(Another A/N this is not connected to the OA story this is basically a SPIN OFF before people complain. I had gotten some PM's and reviews for this. If you don't like it, don't read it. Remember, you want a oneshot/twoshot? Comment or PM for me to write it! Peace!)