Aged up characters, interested in doing adult things. A bit of erotica for the weekend, enjoy…

Chat Noir did his best to stifle a yawn but it was difficult when he was this bored. Chloe Bourgeois had launched her new blog earlier in the week and the uproar at her personal opinions on a number of things had caused numerous akumas. To counter the chaos, it had become imperative that Paris was patrolled each night in the hope to prevent further unrest.

While Chat Noir was fine with patrolling, it was decidedly boring without his partner. Ladybug was busy doing a circuit on a different route while he'd finished his own and was staring with little interest at Chloe's home. No one was scaling the walls in attempt to end the obnoxious brat, so there was very little for him to do.

Pacing back and forth, the hero decided to take a stroll across the rooftops while he waited for his partner. Lobbing his way over the streets below, Chat Noir paused when he heard a commotion an alleyway he'd just hopped over.

Lowering to all fours, the cat themed hero slunk his way to the edge of the roof to peer into the shadows below. A man had a woman pinned to the brick wall talking in low tones as he held her hands above her head. Chat reached for his baton, preparing to attack. But something made him hesitate. There was no panic in the woman's eyes, if anything she seemed excited by the whole prospect.

Cocking his head, Chat Noir found himself leaning forward. The man dropped one hand to snake it up the woman's thigh, lifting her skirt as he explored her skin. The hero bit his bottom lip in indecision. The scene below looked to be mutual, but what if it wasn't?

Tapping his thumb against his baton, Chat Noir continued to ponder his next move when Ladybug landed beside him. Seeing his pose, she crouched down next to him to assess what he was viewing. "We need to move," his partner hissed, interpreting the situation as he first had.

Chat Noir wrapped an arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear. "I don't think we need to do anything."

Blue eyes narrowed within that scarlet mask as she spoke in a quiet snarl, "Why not, she's being attacked."

A throaty moan sounded from the woman and the pair glanced down at the couple. The woman had her skirt pushed to her waist while the man had his slacks around his knees and they were undulating in a steady rhythm. Kissing frantically as they increased their rocking hips.

Chat Noir glanced to Ladybug, surprised to see her staring at the scene below with an open mouth and wide eyes. Yet she didn't look away. His gaze returned to the couple who were grinding faster. Panting and groaning together. Again, Chat turned to Ladybug and remembered that his arm was still around her shoulders. With a gentle nudge, he caught his partner's attention. "We should go."

A blush stole across Ladybug's cheeks and they back away from the edge of the roof together. When they reached the pitch of the roof, the couple below let out combined cries of pleasure as they hit their crescendo. Chat Noir watched as Ladybug ducked her head and placed a hand over her face. Her voice was a whisper, "I didn't realise they were doing that."

"Neither did I. At first, I thought he was going to hurt her. I only stuck around to make sure I was wrong." He felt he should point out he wasn't there for a peep show.

Ladybug nodded absently. He could only assume she was reliving what they just witnessed. Heck, the idea of having Ladybug pinned to the chimney near them to have his wicked way with her had Chat Noir licking his lips. The need to touch her was overwhelming and he reached a hand out to cup her arm above the elbow.

Blue eyes locked onto his and Chat Noir's heart began to thunder. There was something in her expression that he hadn't seen before. A hunger he'd only fantasised about. She had to be thinking of sex, but was she imagining it with him or someone else? He wanted to speak but at the same time he didn't want to break the spell. Ladybug was devouring his masked visage with her eyes and he didn't know what do to. He was no longer a naïve teen, yet he wasn't that experience when it came to the pleasures of the flesh.

Still, his imagination was vivid and he'd read a lot of dirty novels. At twenty-one he was probably the only virgin left within his group of friends. He couldn't exactly tell them that the only woman he wanted was the one he was perched beside now. Without the mask, he'd come close to having sex a handful of times but he'd always backed out.

For him, this was the most erotic moment in his life. Sure, he'd had hands all over his body in the past, bringing him to climax but it wasn't the same. The high intensity of his emotions overruled that physical bliss when it came to his lady. If Ladybug even brushed her gloved fingertip along his lips he'd have an instant tent in his pants. She held so much sway over him and yet she didn't seem to care.

Yet here she was, staring at him in a way that made him want to pounce. Chat Noir didn't release his hold on her arm but he did begin to stroke it slowly with his thumb. Ladybug's lips parted as she continued to stare at him. Swallowing hard, Chat Noir shuffled closer, practically looming over her in his proximity.

Ladybug laid a hand on his chest, her fingers splayed wide and he froze. They'd reached the point where she'd normally push him away. He knew this by the touch of panic in her expression. But he was so close. All he had to do was dip his head and he could capture her mouth with his. The thought increased the speed of his respiration and he was drawing in heavy breaths.

Chat Noir didn't want to be denied. He wanted to claim her sweet lips. To show her how much he hungered for her. Inching closer, Chat was surprised when Ladybug's hand began to slide up his torso. His tail twitched at her touch and his cat ears pivoted forward, completely honed upon his lady.

Lust was coursing through Ladybug's veins. For so long she'd denied her partner. Wanting Adrien Agreste instead. But the model had firmly locked her in the friend zone for years. She'd seen him kissed by other girls. Led away to be touched and fondled. Jealousy had bitten her hard but futility had gotten the better of her, and she'd finally acknowledged that she would never have a romantic relationship with her crush.

Loneliness had settled into her life and along with it came abstinence. Watching the couple in the alleyway had reminded Ladybug of what she was missing out on. Of how much she yearned for sex, even it if wasn't with Adrien. But there was one guy who had always looked at her like she was the most alluring woman in the world. Yet she'd always pushed Chat Noir away because she had to work with him.

Right now though, she wanted to forget about the rules. She wanted to rise up on her toes, wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him with all the pent-up frustration she'd garnered from lusting after Adrien Agreste. It wasn't fair to Chat Noir, and so she held back.

Those green feline eyes were searching hers and her hand began trailing up his ripped torso, exploring the smooth surface of his suit until her fingers settled on his shoulder. Chat Noir's head dipped and his masked eyelids were hooded. Ladybug knew she shouldn't lead him on but years of constant flirting and teasing had worn her down. While she'd considered her partner something of a Casanova, she knew he truly wasn't.

"Chat," she breathed, trying to push him away while at the same time draw him closer. "We should…" her eyes drifted to his mouth, where his lips parted at her gaze. All thoughts of what she was going to say disappeared. She could only focus on the man before her. As much as she'd tried to deny it, Chat Noir was utterly gorgeous, it was just something she'd tried to ignore.

"Milady," he uttered on a hoarse croak. Feline pupils grew huge as his face crept closer to hers. Her fingers squeezed his shoulder as she tried to unjumble her thoughts but he was too near. The fresh scent that was Chat Noir invaded her senses and she began to push her weight to her toes.

A hand ghosted the small of her back and it was enough of an incentive that Ladybug rocked forward on her feet and pressed her lips to Chat's. The moment her eyes closed she was lost to the sensation and the rightness of it all. His hand at her back had her arching against her partner as his mouth moved over hers with a slowness that spoke volumes. Ladybug had expected Chat Noir to devour her, the fact that he wasn't suggested he was holding himself back. He was probably petrified that she'd flee if he displayed too much passion.

But Ladybug wanted his ardour. She needed to be desired. Chat Noir had sent her smouldering looks for years, she wanted the promise of those scorching gazes. With her free hand she snagged his bell, dragging him closer and brushing her breasts against his chest as her mouth moved more urgently against his. A groan sounded deep in her partner's throat and all pretence of restraint was dropped.

The fervour she craved was suddenly pouring from her partner. His hand at her elbow pulled her firmly against his body while his hand at her back lowered to cup her ass. Chat Noir's mouth moved against hers with an almost vicious hunger as he backed her up against the closest chimney.

Ladybug grinned as he kissed her, pleased by her partner's reaction. Though a little shocked when his grip on her ass lowered to her thigh, snagging her knee to lift her leg and drape it over his hip. Chat Noir settled in the new space he'd made himself and ground his hips to hers, rubbing the swell of his arousal against her mound.

To know that he was this worked up from minutes of kissing should have surprised Ladybug, yet he'd been claiming to love her for years. If he had been truly yearning for her, it wasn't hard to believe that he'd be so easily stimulated. Plus, there was the little situation they'd witnessed earlier. Heck, Chat Noir had her pinned to the wall in almost identical fashion. The thought had Ladybug gyrating her hips in return. Her leg squeezed tight against his hip as she plundered his mouth.

Chat Noir growled in approval as his tongue danced with hers. Ladybug's fingers were so firmly attached to his bell that she'd almost forgotten what she was holding onto. But the urgency of their movements meant she accidentally tugged on that bell and heard the metallic sound of his zip being opened. Chat's response was immediate, his mouth strayed from hers as he lavished her jaw with kisses and Ladybug gradually lowered his zip to his belly.

Flattening her hand on his stomach, Ladybug slid her fingers onto his exposed skin and smirked at Chat Noir's pleasurable moan. "You like that, kitty?"

"Hell yes," he groaned as she snuck her hand under the material and tweaked his nipple. Chat Noir gasped and his teeth grazed her earlobe. "You're driving me nuts."

His admission thrilled her. Ladybug spun her hand to stroke his opposite nipple and Chat Noir arched his lower body against hers. A naughty idea had her chewing her bottom lip. Chat was busy nibbling his way down her neck and she decided she wanted to explore lower too.

The hand against his skin sank along his abs, skimming low until she reached the end of his zip. Rising up on her toes again, Ladybug angled her hand to dive downward to touch her partner in a way that had his head shooting back as he stared at her in stunned silence. Green eyes darkened as her fingers encircled his engorged cock. "Fuck," he gasped and she let out a nervous giggle. Despite Chat Noir's bad boy tendencies, he rarely cursed.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked.

"No!" he all but shouted.

Smug satisfaction had Ladybug smiling and she smoothed her thumb over his crown. Chat Noir hissed through his teeth at the contact. Even with her hand being gloved, she had some idea of how he felt as she stroked him from tip to base. Chat braced himself with a palm against the bricks as she began to pump him slowly. His feline eyes never left hers, although he did close them briefly when her touch grew overwhelming.

Ladybug enjoyed the way his breathing turned erratic. Of how his chest muscles bunched when she stroked him in just the right way. She became so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't notice Chat Noir's opposite hand straying south until he cupped her in return. The pad of his gloved finger edged between her legs, seeking her moist heat hidden beneath her suit. Her hand stilled on his cock when Chat found her cleft.

Closing her eyes, Ladybug relished the friction of his hand against her suit as he caressed her the way she'd been touching him. She let out a gasp as he quickened his movements and she rocked her hand to stroke his erection in time with him. Building tension coiled in her belly as he worked her, and Ladybug had a frantic need to kiss her partner.

The second her mouth met his, Ladybug reached her climax, squeezing his cock in her hand as her pelvic muscles clenched from his touch. Chat Noir's tongue dipped into her mouth briefly before he let out a hoarse cry and she felt him spill into her hand as he too reached his peak.

Both were breathing hard, resting their foreheads together as they came down from their combined high. Chat Noir couldn't believe that Ladybug had finally touched him the way he'd been longing for forever. As much as he yearned for them to be tangled naked in his bed, he wasn't about to complain. Here, in the dark privacy of someone's rooftop, Ladybug had kissed him. Then she'd touched him. Oh lord, how she'd touched him.

While there was a mess in his pants, he couldn't regret what they'd just done. Heck, her hand was still inside his costume. The notion had him grinning. Ladybug's blue eyes were skimming over his face and he watched as the joy in her gaze dimmed. "What is it?" he asked, fearing the answer.

"I-I… we shouldn't have done that."

"Why not?"

Ladybug ran her teeth over her bottom lip as she looked away from him. "Well, um, because…"

Chat Noir placed a hand on his hip and gave her a stern look. Though he suspected he wasn't able to pull it off since her hand was still nestled under his costume, low on his belly. "You seemed pretty enthusiastic about it a moment ago."

His partner's lips pulled back in a wince. "It's just that it's been a while since I've had sex and I was feeling horny."

"You've had sex?" Chat Noir said while he attempted to conceal his ire. He didn't want to imagine her with anyone else.

Her brow furrowed. "You mean you haven't?" she said with clear shock.

A dark blush stole over Chat Noir's cheeks and he ducked his head to try and shadow his face. His voice was low as he admitted, "No, I haven't. I've been holding out for you."

The hand within his costume pulled free and suddenly he was yanked into a fierce hug. "Oh Chat, I had no idea."

The hero felt a lopsided smile tug at his lips as she held him close. "It's not like I said anything."

"I guess not," Ladybug said gently against his hidden ear as she nuzzled into his hair. "It's very sweet of you."

Sourness tinted his tone, "But you're not interested, right?"

Silence lingered in the air and Chat Noir held his breath. Wishing he could read her mind. He expelled his held breath in a gust and she finally responded. "I'm not sure, Chat. I don't want to use you."

"We just got each other off. How is sex any different?"

Ladybug leaned back to look him in the eye. "Because we'd have to drop our transformations."

Letting out a frustrated growl, Chat Noir sank a hand in his hair. Then his expression turned sheepish as his hand slipped down to his nape. "There are positions where we wouldn't have to look at each other's faces." From hairline to throat, Chat Noir's skin heated the moment the words left his lips and Ladybug did the same.

"You're that keen?" she gasped.

"Seven years, Ladybug. Seven long years of fantasies will do that to a guy."

She actually sniggered but her smile was warm. "What did you have in mind?"

Chat Noir held out his hand, waiting for hers. "Come back to my apartment and I'll show you." He wasn't about to admit that he'd bought said apartment just in case he ever had the opportunity to get Ladybug alone. He figured taking her back to the mansion was a bad idea. She'd been in his room during his teens, so she'd be able to identify him if they went there. And Chat Noir had always suspected that Ladybug would still be against divulging their identities even if they did decide to do the horizontal bop.

Hesitation shone in her eyes, so he decided to give her a little incentive by laying a quick kiss on her lips. "Please," he urged.

Ladybug let out a resigned sigh that wasn't entirely convincing given the heat in her gaze. "Alright."

It took everything he had not to do a fist pump of victory.

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