Warning: As per the blurb this is a smut fic. Pure lemony goodness. Adult only content just for the hell of it. This is also a bit of a tongue-in-cheek wink at 'Caterwauling Just Won't Do' hence the switch in metaphors and utter bluntness of it all ;)

"I want you to have sex with me."

Marinette's blue eyes were wide as her mouth dropped open at Adrien's blatant statement. Somehow, she had always imagined him to be suaver and more delicate in his wording. But then this wasn't the boy she'd known from school. This was one of the most coveted male supermodels in the world. Teenage Adrien had been hot but the man in his twenties was a pantie-melting inferno.

Those sparkling green eyes alone had the power to express so much emotion. The depth of his smoulder so potent that women sighed in the streets when they saw his billboards or magazine spreads. There was no doubt about it, Adrien Agreste was the star of many female fantasies. Marinette had certainly gotten herself off with both thoughts and pictures of him.

Yet now she was here with him. Alone. In his penthouse apartment while he ate her up with his gaze. Part of her knew it was because of their unexpected reveal some weeks earlier. Since then he had pursued her with restlessness in both guises. Chat Noir had become a regular visitor to her studio apartment balcony each night, but she'd refused to let him in. Claiming his presence was liable to expose them both to Hawkmoth.

So, her partner had changed tactics. He'd come after her as Adrien. How the hell was she supposed to refrain from that temptation? Masking all that super hotness behind Chat Noir's visage had been a tempering she could withstand, but the entire glory of that fully exposed face was too much for her heart and hormones to resist.

Her fingers itched to touch him. To trace the lines of his face, his lips and down that defined chest. She wanted to rip the shirt from his torso and explore his body. Down his pecs to his abs, then sinking even lower so her hand dipped into his pants.

Perhaps her eyes spoke of her inner thoughts, as Adrien shifted closer. "Tell me you want me," he rasped with such urgent yearning that Marinette lifted her eyes to lock with his.

Somehow, she regained the ability to speak. Wetting her dry lips with her tongue, which he watched with intrigue, she uttered, "I want you, Adrien."

The model darted across the meagre space on the sofa between them. His hands cupped her jaw and then his lips were on hers, hot and demanding. The gentle and tentative boy of her youth was nowhere to be found. This older version of Adrien was much more aggressive and demanding. Years of pent up lust were unleashed upon her as his mouth mated with hers. The moment her lips parted his tongue dipped into her mouth, exploring.

Marinette groaned at the contact, wanting, no needing more. Her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling his face closer as they stole each other's air. Desperation to be closer had Marinette swinging her leg over his knee. Adrien's hand hooked high on her calf, coaxing her onto his lap. His hands dropped to her backside, tucking under her lush cheeks to drag her closer still.

With a lazy roll of his hips, Marinette became aware of just how aroused Adrien truly was. The steeling ridge under his fly surged and grew with their passionate kisses. The need to rub herself against that impressive bulge was too much and so she pressed down upon him eagerly. Adrien moaned into her mouth while his hands dropped to her waist, encouraging her to continue.

Her mind fogged over as to why it was a bad idea to be doing this. That he was Chat Noir and she was Ladybug. That getting too close was a possible weakness Hawkmoth could exploit. But right now, Marinette's body craved Adrien's like a drug. This was the man of her dreams and he wanted her just as desperately. Being allowed to touch Adrien in such a way was almost mind blowing.

Skating her hands down his chest, Marinette found the hem of his t-shirt and slipped her hands underneath. The warmth of his skin against her fingertips made her growl, the hard muscles of his belly contracted under her touch. The raw power of his masculinity was heady and she needed more. Her fingers skimmed higher, tracing his contours as if mapping his chest. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to see him.

"This needs to come off," she instructed as she tugged at the fabric.

Adrien sat back with a dirty smirk and yanked the t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. "Done."

Then his mouth was back on hers, passionately demanding. Those lips left hers to trail down her chin and along her throat. Marinette lifted her head to give him better access and she cried out in surprised delight when he cupped her breasts. Deft thumbs caressed her aching nipples, hardening them into straining nubs so hard it made wearing a bra uncomfortable. As if somehow understanding, Adrien dropped his head and placed his hot mouth over one aching point, sucking her through the fabric of her clothes.

Marinette's hands left the heat of Adrien's chest to sink into his blonde locks. Each pull of his mouth on her nipple had her grinding her sex against his hard on. She needed the friction as her body responded to his attentions. The feminine juices pooling at the apex of her thighs was undeniable.

"Adrien!" she pleaded, unable to form more words to express what she wanted.

He lifted his blonde head, his teeth giving one last playful nip to her hardened nub. "Yes?"

"I need you," she managed to pant.

Pure male smugness lay upon his features. "How badly?"

"Desperately," she admitted.

Burning satisfaction gleamed in his eyes and he removed her shirt with a hard tug. His gaze dropped to her white bra, now semi-transparent where he'd been sucking on her. Dipping his head, Adrien took her opposite nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped at her as he sucked the nub deep into his mouth, finally releasing her with a barely audible pop as he sat back to admire his work. "Much better," he uttered.

Marinette reached around to unclasp her bra but Adrien caught her hands and shook his head. Instead he led her hands up to her shoulders and together they pulled the bra straps down until the model was able to pull the lace away, tucking it under her aching breasts.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Stay just like that, I want to see your tits jiggle every time I pound into you."

Before Marinette could respond, Adrien slid his hands under her thighs and rose from the sofa, only to drop down to the plush rug on the floor. Laying her down on her back, he got to work unbuttoning her jeans then stripped them from her body in one quick pull. Even her ballet flats had flown off with the movement.

Then Adrien was nudging her legs open, his hands smoothing up the inside of her thighs while his gaze locked onto her white lace panties. The first two fingers on his right hand snaked under the side of the lace, skating over her trimmed pubes and down to her moist centre.

Those green eyes flicked up to hers with a pleased look. "You're so wet for me, milady." The tips of his fingers found her clitoris and began to stroke, "And to think, Ladybug was so convincing in telling me she didn't want Chat Noir. Your body says otherwise, princess."

"I-I…" Marinette tried to fire back an answer but his fingers plunged into her slick channel, obliterating her ability to think. Each thrust of his fingers had her writhing, Marinette snatched up handfuls of the thick rug as she panted. Closing her eyes as she moaned in bliss.

"You're going to have me this time. No refusal, no rejection. I've allowed you to boss me around for years. Not this time, you're going to take all that I have to give you, milady, and you're going to beg me for more."

She should have been annoyed at his demanding attitude but Marinette was riding out one of the fiercest orgasms she had ever experienced. It was only as his fingers left her body and her panties were tugged down her legs that Marinette registered what Adrien had planned. Toeing off his shoes, the model had his jeans and underwear off in seconds.

"You are mine," he stated as he took her hands in his, positioning them over her head. He held her there with one hand at her wrists as his other hand dropped to his cock, guiding the tip between her glistening feminine petals, sinking only his knob into her silken sheath.

Marinette gasped, gyrating her hips as she ached for him to fill her. "Adrien, please," she begged.

Conflict flittered over his features. "I'm not wearing a condom. But I want to spill into you so badly. I want to give you my seed, Marinette."

His admission had her body gushing wetly in response. "I want that too but I'm not on any contraceptives, Adrien. I could get pregnant."

"Good," he rumbled, "It means I get to keep you." The possession in his voice was punctuated by the sudden slam of his dick into her eager sex.

Marinette's lips parted at the sudden fullness within her. He was big, stretching her inner walls with his size. But she was so ready for him that there was no resistance to the sudden invasion of his body into hers.

"Fuck," he groaned, "You're so slick, dripping wet. To think, you're as desperate for this as I am."

She didn't deny it. Marinette had wanted Adrien for years. The irony that he'd been Chat Noir and wanted her as Ladybug in return was still mind boggling. But at his hard cock began thrusting in and out of her tight sheath she didn't care about the past. Only now mattered. She needed this.

Adrien seemed intent on watching their bodies join, as if fascinated that it was actually happening. Marinette arched her back, thrusting her aching breasts towards him. The movement caught his attention and he grinned.

"Lick my nipples," she demanded.

A blonde eyebrow cocked with interest as he lowered his head. One by one, he took her straining nubs into his mouth to suck and nip. The muscles at her core contracted at the contact, building into a greater ball of rising pleasure. Adrien's thrusts increased in speed. His mouth moved to hers, kissing her with frantic need.

Both his hands locked around her wrists, holding her in place as he pounded into her. "You need to come," he panted, "I'm not stopping until you scream out my name."

Marinette raised her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself wider. "Oh yes," she moaned as Adrien's cock somehow slipped deeper, hitting her pleasure in just the right way. "Yes, yes. Oh Adrien, oh my God, I'm coming!"

Then she was there, her whole body surging with ecstasy as she screamed out his name. Feeling completely boneless, Marinette lay beneath Adrien, her tits bouncing with the power of his hard thrusts. With teeth gritted in concentration, the model found his own peak, roaring her name as he pumped spurt after spurt of his cum into her womb.

Only then did Adrien release her wrists as he sagged over her. His hips still jerking as if he didn't want to stop. Then he pushed his softening cock as deep into her silken sheath as he could and stayed there.

Marinette looked at him with quizzical eyes.

"I don't want this to end." Then his cheeks pinkened. "Plus, I want my cum to stay inside you. To have part of me forever with you."

Happiness radiated from Marinette's gaze. "You're always with me, in here." She said as she tapped a finger over her heart.

"As are you with me," Adrien added. "But I want the certainty."

"Then do me again big boy and I'll show you just how much I want you."

With that the model grinned. "Done deal, milady, done deal."

So do we leave it there or go into round two?