Thunderstrike
Ladybug has a rendezvous with Chat Noir for one of their increasingly intimate “patrols”
AO3
So this here was my contribution for the @gettingluckyzine and as we’re now allowed to share our works, I figured I’d do just that!
I’ve also included my original draft as a bit of a bonus over on AO3, it’s a bit different with a longer length and some variation on things but the same beats are all there. Hope y’all enjoy!
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The ears on Chat Noir’s head twitched at the two feet tapping down on the rooftop behind him. It never took super-senses to know who it was, but her scent always gave her away. “Long day’s night,” Ladybug’s voice cooed. “Chaton?” “Pretty quiet, actually.” Chat smiled. He felt her hands drift to his shoulders, carefully palming him through his costume. “Boring night, then?” She teased, fingertips pinching his leather. “Looking like it.” Chat purred, dipping his head back towards her. “Find any trouble yourself?” “Y’know,” Ladybug murmured. “I might have.” He was familiar with this touch. It wasn’t exactly friendly, nor loving. The way her fingers explored his form, tensing on specific spots. How her left dipped down his side and seemed fascinated with the belt around his waist. He knew this touch well. “Funny,” Chat scoffed. “But you can just say that you’re horny, y’know.” "Hey,” Ladybug played coy. “I’m just doing my job.” “Giving me a massage is your job?” Chat taunted, her chin on his shoulder. “Would you complain?” Ladybug spoke confidently into his ear. Her fingertips dug in deeper with a set on his opposite shoulder, the other at his side. “Never.” Chat dipped his head backwards with a purr. “But, what is your job description?” “You see, Chaton ,” Ladybug smirked. “I’m Paris’ hero, their protector. Their savior.” Her arms slipped under his, hands rubbing along his abdomen. As was natural, her fingers would occasionally glide below his waist, too. The pressure that grazed his groin made him twitch in her grasp. “So this is…protection?” Chat chuckled. He adjusted his heels and felt his leather start to stretch. “Or am I being saved?” “Think of it as a…preventative measure.” Ladybug gave a familiar answer. He’d never asked outright, but he’d long suspected ulterior motives for these nightly patrols. “Stress can cause Akumas, y’know.” She continued, more deliberately palming at the growing bump in his costume. “I seem stressed?” Chat played along. His teeth grit for a moment, finding difficulty keeping in character with her fingertips working at the outline of his cock. “You do.” Ladybug replied with a nod, pressing her lips to his neck. “I’m sure you’ve had a busy day, after all.” “Well, there was that Akuma earlier,” Chat agreed, resilient to his own submissive urges. “And a few…civilian activities I got up to, too.” “Right. What were those, again?” Ladybug nodded like she didn’t know exactly what he was talking about. “Maybe talking about them will help you relax.” “Enough about me, bugaboo.” Chat attempted to shift course with a chuckle. He wasn’t about to spring her trap so easily. “Your day’s been just as rough as mine, no? “Oh, don’t worry about me, kitty cat.” Ladybug cooed. Her right gently rang his bell as she gripped it, bringing it slowly downwards while her left tensed on his cock. “I’ve got my outlets.”
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