Explicit, complicated Chlobrina. With artwork from @akumatisedhamster and @jigglypuff1994 in later chapters. Thank you so much! And thanks to everyone involved in @mlbigbang. This is my longest story yet and I've had a lot of fun writing it!
Chloé entered her room, her head still delightfully empty after all the running. She was on top of the world. Beautiful, admired, rich, famous. Sure, maybe it was infamous in some circles, but it still counted. Nothing could bring her off balance today.
She loved running. Just thinking about nothing but the exercise, getting her body into the most astonishing shape possible. And this time, after ages of begging, she finally managed to get Sabrina to run along with her! Chloé always felt better with Sabrina by her side. The poor girl had to tap out after about half the route and had returned to the hotel early, but still, it was progress.
Chloé was humming off key as she threw her jacket into a corner, for the wait staff to find. Next were her shoes, safely tucked away in her closet. She turned around, and saw Sabrina naked.
Everything ground to a halt.
Sabrina. Was. Naked.
“Oh hey, Chloé, I didn’t think you’d be back already”, Sabrina said sheepishly. “I just got out of the shower.”
Boobs. Wait, what had they—she just said? Oh yeah.
“That was a long shower.”
Chloé tried to drag her gaze off of her friend’s beautiful body.
“Yes, sorry, Chloé. I was just wanting to air out a little before you came home. Oh, I better find something to cover up!”
“Sure”, said Chloé, uncertain of what she had just said. Sabrina had a lot of skin, didn’t she? Covered all of her body.
Sabrina turned around, and walked back, and oh, what a walk it was. Her backside was every bit as delightful as her front. Her butt was amazing, and her muscles stretched with every careful step. Chloé’s new plan for the rest of the weekend was to study that—
Wait, why was Sabrina grabbing a towel? Why was she wrapping it around herself!? What was going—oh, right, she’d said something about covering up, hadn’t she?
We're nearing the end of Adrien's day, but that all depends on you guys. We finally get to after school. What do we do then? Let's find out.
*Adrien missed first period. Bustier wants to see him after class.
*Adrien stayed awake during class. Bustier is not upset.
*Adrien came back from the park on time. Bustier is not angry.
*Adrien went to go see Bustier like she asked. Bustier is glad.
**Adrien went to go see Bustier like she asked. Alya and her friends went home without Adrien.
***Adrien went to go see Bustier like she asked. Chloe and Audrey will remember this.
"Let me go see Miss Bustier. I don't want her to get angry with me."
Adrien waved goodbye to his friends and headed straight for Miss Bustier's office. He knocked a few times before letting himself in. The office was small but not cramped. Enough room for a her desk and a few chairs in front. He took a seat and checked his phone. Apparently, the message Nathalie sent was about an impromptu meeting for Style Queen.
Adrien shrugged. Chloe would probably be there and Audrey would most definitely be there. He could see them later or another day. If it was important, they would have called him instead of sending a text.
The door opened and Miss Bustier came in.
"Oh good. You're here," she said.
"You said you wanted to see me," he said.
Bustier turned her back to Adrien, preventing him from seeing exactly what she was doing. However he managed to see Bustier lower the cover for the window and heard a click at the door.
'Click?' he thought. She locked the door.
Miss Bustier turned back around and looked Adrien up and down with hungry eyes.
"Yes," she started. "You missed first period."
Miss Bustier sauntered over to where Adrien was sitting. She spread her legs and sat on his lap, facing him. She put on hand on each shoulder. She grinded her groin against his. She could feel him getting harder, and he could feel her getting wetter. They looked into each other's eyes.
"And I want you to tell me exactly why you missed first period," she whispered. Miss Bustier leaned in and kissed Adrien. She gave him a few more kisses on his lips and then to his neck while Adrien's hands went up under her blouse and bra.
"Well I-," Adrien tried to say.
"You were with another woman. Weren't you?" she asked. Miss Bustier grabbed Adrien's hands, making him squeeze her breasts harder.
"Did you fuck her?" she asked. "Did you make love to her?"
"Miss Bustier, I-," Adrien stammered.
"Like the way you're going to make love to me?" Miss Bustier asked.
Adrien nodded and pulled her in for a deep kiss. A moment later, Bustier stood up off of Adrien to take off her shoes and her bottoms. Adrien quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles but stayed in his seat.
Bustier grabbed Adrien's cock and guided into her pussy as she sank down back on top of his lap. The two lovers moaned as they became connected. Bustier grabbed the chair Adrien was sitting on and slowly began to rock. Adrien grabbed Bustier's breast again from under her blouse.
"Oh!" she moaned. "I've been waiting for this all day."
Bustier bounced on Adrien's cock. Each time earning another moan from Bustier and another creak from Adrien's chair. Adrien closed his eyes, trying to let his sense of touch take over and enjoy the feeling of her soft breast and wet hot pussy.
Bustier's hands went down to Adrien's abdomen, trying in vain to lift up his shirt.
"You ever show up late for my class again and I'll keep you here longer," Bustier warned.
"Oh yes," groaned Adrien.
"Tell me why you were late," Miss Bustier said through her teeth.
"I-I was fucking," Adrien stammered between breaths. "I was fucking in the shower."
"That's so hot!" Bustier bounced harder on Adrien's cock until he came. Bustier slammed herself hard down on his hips. His cum shooting deeper inside her. He could feel her pussy tighten around him as she reached her own orgasm.
"Holy shit," she sighed.
"Wow," Adrien said.
"Sorry," Miss Bustier apologized, regaining her composure. "I just...really needed that today. I swear, if you had done anything else today I would have used that as an excuse to drag you in here earlier."
"Yeah, sorry about that," Adrien said.
"Don't apologize," Bustier kissed Adrien and stood up. "You were great."
"What can I say?" Adrien shrugged. "I'm hot for teacher."
"Oh you," Miss Bustier laughed.
The two took a moment to enjoy the afterglow. With the both of them bottomless it was easy to notice the cum and sweat dripping down from Bustier's legs. Seeing that started to make Adrien hard again.
"Well, my office hours are ending," Miss Bustier said. "Did you have any plans?"
My Secret Santa gift to @celticwolf55 , an intimate moment for adult Adrien and Marinette. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you, so I’m late posting it up. I was trying to go for a more rough/painterly feel. I admit, it’s been quite a while since I’ve put up any artwork. Finally, I have some motivation back.
It was a multimouse x chat blanc fic that I believe was on AO3. I can’t remember if the story was by itself or not. Rated M I think.
Basically Marinette has to be Multimouse and uses multitude to search for Chat Blanc, I think there were 13 total, and she has them searching for Chat Blanc.
Blanc think it is a dream that he is coming across all these little multimice one by one. Fun times happen to all of them when he comes across them, I know when he came across one in a classroom and the last one was on the roof where she was looking through the others eyes.
At the very end all of the multimice wake up and are in a hamster cages and they’re all pregnant, they can’t combine because of that and Tikki is there and an unakumatized Adrien is as well.
I thought I had saved it because I have gone back and read it a few times in the past if anybody knows either the author or even the story name that would be very helpful thank you!
(what happens when ghostly gets bored and thinks, what if Marinette and Adrien were roommates and also he was a nudist)
Rating: E
Read on Ao3
Marinette never thought she'd get used to seeing Adrien's naked body, but here she was.
It was definitely a shock at first, when he announced he wanted to walk around their apartment naked, and an even bigger shock when she saw his dick for the first time. Even flaccid, it was a very nice specimen, and she snuck a few more looks at it than necessary.
But anything can be normal after long enough. Marinette managed to stop staring at Adrien's penis, instead only sometimes getting distracted by his abs and pecs and oh god why did she think it was a good idea to be his roommate
After a very tense evening of playing video games with him (did you know dicks flop around when playing Wii tennis? Marinette knows that now) she figured something had to change.
So the next morning, she got up as normal, except she didn't bother getting dressed. In fact, she removed her pajamas and slid off her panties before leaving her bedroom.
She acted as though this was perfectly normal, even though the apartment air was chilly on her exposed chest. Her heart was pounding, knowing that at any moment, Adrien was going to see her naked.
Marinette knew she was attractive, she'd seen enough comments about "the Ladybutt" online that she knew what people thought of her figure. But she cared about random strangers a lot less than she cared about Adrien's reaction...
"Morning," Adrien said sleepily, entering the kitchen. Marinette glanced up from the counter, where she was chopping up some fruit, and smiled. Adrien's eyes grew wide. "Uh, Mari, you're..."
"Naked," she replied, matter of fact. He was staring at her breasts and she was determined not to get flustered. "You're right, this does feel pretty good! You don't mind, do you?"
"N-no, you're fine," he replied. "Can, uh, can you pass me a banana?"
She stepped out from around the counter to hand him the fruit, and she did not miss the way his eyes flicked down to her crotch. (Thank God she'd shaved.) "Here you go."
She tried to peek at him, but he quickly took a seat at the kitchen table and crossed his legs.
"Any plans for today?" She asked casually.
"I was just going to watch some TV and relax," he replied, his mouth full of banana. "Wanna join?"
"Sounds good."
When the two moved to the couch, Adrien was quick to grab a blanket. He sighed almost as soon as he sat. "Would you mind switching the TV over to the chrome cast input?"
"No problem," she replied. She bent over to pick up the right input cord, and shivered slightly as she felt air brushing past where it usually did not. She knew Adrien could see, and the thought made her a little wet. Could he see that too?
"Marinette," she suddenly heard. She turned to see Adrien with the blanket now awkwardly bunched in his lap, his hands at fists by his sides. "Can you please put on some clothes?"
"Nah," she replied. "Maybe you should have worn clothes sometime over the last month." She sat beside him on the couch and side checked him playfully, as they had a hundred times before, but now her skin felt like fire where they touched.
Adrien whimpered. She glanced at him, confused, and then looked at the blanket on his lap as the situation finally clicked.
"Adrien Agreste, are you turned on by me?"
"No," he lied.
She gave him a wolfish grin. "Then you won't mind sharing that blanket with me?"
His hands held down the blanket. "Nah, I'm good."
"Come on," she teased, grabbing the edge of the fabric.
Adrien sighed, glancing up at the ceiling for just a moment before abruptly turning to Marinette, cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her. She froze for just a moment, but soon melted into his touch, letting herself relax against him. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he seemed to snap, pushing her back against the couch cushions, his body on top of hers.
The wadded up blanket between them shifted, and his cock, hard and wanting, strained against it between her legs.
"You have no idea--fuck--how long I've wanted you," he practically growled, his teeth catching her lip, his hands sliding along her sides. "I've been trying to get your attention for weeks and you won't even look at me, now you tease me with this..."
"Oh, I've been looking at you," she murmured in response, her hands resting on his chest, his lips moving to her neck. "Needed to give you--ah!--taste of your own medicine..."
He kissed her lips again, softer this time. "Marinette... I'm tired of pretending like we can be just friends. I'm tired of acting like I'm not in love with you."
"You are?" She asked, feeling suddenly warm. "I-I mean, I know you loved Ladybug, back in school..."
"I never stopped," he said, and his tone was so open, so honest, that she couldn't help but kiss him again, her hands splayed against his chest as she tried to convey all her feelings for him through the one kiss.
"I've been in love with you for years," she murmured. "Just kissing you like this is a dream."
He grinned at her and pressed his body against hers again. "My Lady, if you only wanted to kiss me, you'd have more clothes on."
"You're not wrong," she said with a smile. "But what do you want with me?"
"I could take you to my bedroom," he said, carding his fingers through her hair, peppering her face, her neck with small kisses between his words. "Take you to my bed and make love to you all day long..."
"Sounds nice," she murmured, relaxing into his touch, letting her hands slide further down his chest, fingers exploring the contours of his abs.
"Or I could just take you right here, right now," he said. "Move this blanket, get my cock in you, fuck you into the couch. You're wet enough for me already, aren't you?"
"God, yes," she murmured, moving one leg to wrap around his hip.
"You like when I talk dirty to you?" he murmured. "Do you want my cock, my lady? Do you want me to fuck your pussy?"
She groaned in frustration. "Adrien, if you don't fuck me right now I'm going to move out, I swear."
"Can't have that," he murmured, lips at her ear, his voice low, husky. "I'm going to make you mine, and then I'm never letting you go."
He lifted his hips just enough to grab the blanket and tug it out from between them. His fingers slid between her legs, finding her slit, easily slipping inside her.
She moaned softly, watching Adrien's face as he fingered her. His eyes raked over her body, lingering on her breasts before he stared at where his fingers entered her. He was smiling before his tongue darted out to swipe against his lips.
His hand felt amazing, talented fingers curling inside her, but she wanted more. "Please, Adrien, please, I need you..."
He shifted, lining himself up with her, and pushed into her slowly. She groaned, moving her legs to let him thrust deeper.
"Marinette," he murmured as his hips meet hers. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," she responded, before her words dissolved into whimpering moans.
He moved slowly at first, pulling nearly completely out of her before sinking back in fully. She clung to him, enjoying every sweet second, but her body craved more, the depravity his voice had promised her.
"Fuck me," she groaned against his ear. "Fuck me so hard I never forget the feeling of your cock inside me."
He grinned. "As my lady commands." He began to move faster, thrusting into her harder, each time hitting a spot deep within Marinette that made her see stars.
She let her mind wander away from her, becoming lost in the sensation of his cock, his body, his lips. He practically consumed her, every part of him touching her, holding her, taking her, and she wanted to freeze this moment and stay in it forever.
But all moments end, and this one ended with a crashing wave of pleasure as her body quivered and thrummed with her heartbeat, her lips crying out for "Adrien Adrien Adrien!"
He grunted, his eyes meeting hers and her name spilling from his mouth as he came, releasing into her.
When he pulled out of her, letting the cool air of the room rush between them, Marinette was quick to smile at him.
"I believe you said something about making love all day long?"
