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They didn’t really plan this, but maybe Ladybug was paying attention when she accidentally tied Chat up and he stopped breathing.
And maybe she was paying attention when she physically re-positioned him mid-fight and he spent the rest of the fight distracted; maybe she was paying attention when she said on your knees to get him to duck and he dropped like they’d just given out; and really, she could have been paying attention to a lot of things, but she supposed it didn’t really matter what she’d caught and what she hadn’t (all of it—she’d caught all of it), because it all led back to this.
‘This’ being Chat panting at the open, dusk-darkening sky, his face lust-slack and his eyes unfocused, the line of her yo-yo constricting his wrists as she rutted against the bulge below his belt.
She was already pleasantly wound up from the spar (if the Ladyblog caught more of those easy smirks and less of his epic fails, she was pretty sure he’d have fangirls for weeks, instead of just days), and if their suits were in any mood to accommodate them…
“Can I?” she asked, fiddling with his bell-pull, and got an unsteady nod.
Drawing it down three centimeters made his hips twitch, six made him jerk at his restraints, and at nine, he let out a rough, low groan that made her core clench.
“Everything okay?” Because as hot as that little noise was…
“You’re a monster,” he croaked. sounding like he wanted to laugh but was too worked over for it. “Evil, evil—” She unzipped him the rest of the way, revealing a thin strip of skin that ran from his throat to his pelvis. “—oh god…”
Pectorals, ribcage, stomach, abs—all fluttering with his panting breath and pounding heart, all mouth-wateringly lean and toned, all excitement-flushed and hot to the touch of her lips.
“I can stop if you want me to,” she offered as she dropped a kiss to his sternum.
The noise he let out then was downright pained. “Please, please, please don’t sto— mmngh…”
It was hard to tell if the noise was because she’d just pressed his (covered) tip against her (covered) entrance, or if it was because she’d found one of his nipples with her exploratory kisses, or if it was because he’d jerked so hard at both that he’d remembered he was tied up, so she ran her tongue over the spot again, just to test it.
He just exhaled sharply, so it wasn’t that, but rocking down on his bulge got a noise that was almost a mewl—and reminded her just how empty she was—so maybe that was it.
Speaking of… “Hey, Chat?”
“Mm?”
She ran her hand down his body until the ridge of his cock filled her hand and she was all lit up in hot, tingling, aching anticipation from bellybutton to knee. “Can I…”
She trailed off, because finding an elegant way to say ‘can I put this in me?’ turned out to be… more difficult than expected.
Not that it seemed to matter, because Chat’s response was a choked, strangled, “Anything, anything you want—” as his face flushed darker and darker.
There was more to that statement, but Chat swallowed it down, and Ladybug supposed that as long it wasn’t ‘except fucking,’ it didn’t really matter.
It was almost nothing at all to loosen his belt, or to nudge him up closer to the bars she’d tied his wrists to. She eased his suit over his shoulders and used the new slack to free his dick, giving it a friendly stroke as she relished in Chat’s shuddering sigh.
“Still okay?” she checked, and Chat jerked a nod under the cage of his forearms, even more scarlet than before.
She then had to take a moment to admire said dick, because it really was a very nice dick. Not that she had a whole lot of experience, but that was irrelevant to the craving that was blossoming out from the pit of her belly, the breathless whisper of yes-want-now that was settling hot in her bones, the fact that it was Chat agreeing to let her see him this open, this vulnerable…
It bobbed under her scrutiny, and she bit her lip to stifle a little mewl of her own, fire lapping at her veins.
“L-Ladybug?” he whispered, looking just as raw as the situation warranted, and Ladybug dropped an impulsive, reassuring kiss to the stiff member in her hand as she raised herself to a crouch.
He gasped and arched at the touch, the two stark black halves of his suit parting further and letting her feast her eyes on more pale golden skin, the lines of his abs going subtle-sharp-subtle as he moved, and oh, yes, that.
“You said ‘anything,’ right?” she asked, breathless, as she hooked a fingertip into the lower half of her suit. She shuddered herself as her glove brushed her own hypersensitive skin, and watched Chat’s face for any sign of discomfort.
Another nod was all the go-ahead she really needed.
She had to retreat into the back of her head for a second to argue Tikki into letting her take the pants off, but it was 100% worth it, because the look on Chat’s face when he realized she was undressing herself was something she was planning to treasure for a long time.
As comfortable as she was in her skin, she still got shy about her thighs sometimes—and the way Chat gulped and stopped breathing as he tracked the roll of her suit was doing wonders for her ego.
Her suit was bunched around her ankles before she could straddle him easily, the rough gravel of the rooftop scraping her knees and the late evening air icy on the slick-coated space between her legs as she took him in hand. She could feel his pulse throbbing through it, the rhythm slightly offset from the way she could see it thudding through his chest. Th-thump-ump, th-thump-ump, th-thump-ump, th-thump-ump…
She touched the head of his cock to her slit, the jolt of it making her belly quiver and shooting electricity up through her spine to tingle through her scalp, and Chat arched clear off the roof, red-bitten mouth dropping open in a silent gasp.
“Still good?” she tried to tease, but she was so gutted that it came out as a needy little plea instead.
Chat pulled hard at his restraints just once, muscles in his jaw jumping and tendons in his neck standing in clear relief, and then went ragdoll-limp and stared up at her so helplessly she had to reach for him, cupping his cheek and running her thumb over his mask.
He nuzzled her palm, biting his lip and then letting it go with a shaky exhale as his tip pushed into her, lighting her up from the inside out with a sparking, lit-fuse kind of awareness.
Taking him fully was both easier and harder than Ladybug expected—he was about the same objective size as her favorite toys, but her own slick only went so far, and it took a couple of burning-warm passes before she had him sheathed, Chat exhaling a ghost of a moan for each.
Actually having him inside her, on the other hand…
He felt so good, so much better than she’d expected anything like this to feel—hot and firm and thick, with his pulse hammering against the nerves of her entrance, and humans might not have vibrator switches, but she hadn’t even moved yet and she was a convert.
It was Chat’s hips trembling between her thighs, Chat whose lips were forming wordless prayers, Chat who was looking up at her with stars in his eyes, who only breathed when she reminded him with a hand down his chest, and who used that first breath to whisper, “Holy shit, Ladybug.”
Ladybug laughed. She couldn’t not.
She did swallow it back to giggles when Chat hitched a broken noise instead of laughing with her, but he didn’t appear hurt, just gave her a stunned little smile.
“I felt that,” was his explanation—one that cut off into an almost-shout when she clenched around him with more purpose. “H-holy shit.”
She reached up to tap his jaw, skin fizzling at the new, thrilling feeling of having someone actually inside her—at having Chat inside her. “Still okay?”
He lowered his chin to look at her and tugged at his restraints again, almost pouting. “I can’t touch you.”
“I think that’s the point of being tied up,” she pointed out, amused.
Frowning up at the yo-yo she’d left dangling between his wrist cuffs, he muttered, “That’s dumb.”
“That’s not what you were saying earlier,” she said, rolling her hips in a slow circle and conveniently forgetting that he hadn’t been saying much of anything at all earlier. She couldn’t feel much of him from the inside—vaginas weren’t really built like that—but the heat and pressure felt thick and heavy on the back of her tongue, and it was making her want to purr.
The muscles in his arms bulged, the strain showing as she repeated the motion just for the pleasure of it.
“Ladybug…”
“Yeah?”
He blinked dazed eyes at her, every muscle going lax when she stopped moving. “You’re a-amazing.”
She intended to toss her head, say something cocky, say anything, really, but with the way he was smiling at her…
She giggled and flustered, her cheeks heating further and her fingers curling where they were resting on his stomach.
Pleasure contorted his features at the noise, his hips giving a little roll of their own as he added, hoarse, “But please…”
“Move?” she suggested, warm warm warm even as dusk fell around them.
(Arousal and adoration made for one hell of a cocktail, she had to say.)
“Ye-e-es oh god—”
So she did.
It took a bit of rocking to find her sweet spot, but the slick slide of his skin between the lips of her sex felt so good that it might’ve done the job on its own, had she given it enough time.
Chat was mouthing a steady stream of swears at the sky by the time she found it, a litany of fuck and please and Ladybug and oh god, flushed right down his chest. She thought he might be closer than she was, but that was how these things went, wasn’t it?
She kind of wanted to tip his head down to make him look at her, see how badly she was wrecking him for herself, but in the end, dropped her hand to her clit instead, inhaling sharply at the texture of her glove.
From there, she was wound up enough that she had maybe a minute or two of tracing it while bearing down on Chat, and then her fingers slipped and pushed down a little too hard, and her orgasm crashed down on her like a bolt of lightning.
She crumpled, her entire body glowing and sparking and burning in the spasms of her release, gripping the thick, hard shaft occupying her core with everything she had in her, Chat’s chest warm against her forehead.
When the brunt of the ecstasy let her go, leaving her floating and purring and shivering with the aftershocks, she picked herself up, lifting her head and realizing dimly that he was still stiff inside her.
He met her eye, an almost unbearable look of awe on his face for as long as it took her to flash him a loopy, smitten smile and flutter in another wave of aftershocks, and then his eyes were snapping shut, his hips were slamming into hers, his cock burying deep one, twice, three times—
It might have been a little rough, but Ladybug was so doped up she didn’t care—it was Chat, and all that sensation just felt good. He managed to wring the last of the flutters out of her, and then he was done, a grunt forcing its way out of his throat as he came inside her.
A state of affairs she didn’t realize would be a problem until they’d both come down from their respective highs, until after she’d leaned up and brushed a kiss over his nose and untied him while he returned the favor tenfold.
And it wasn’t really a big problem either, except…
She let him slip out of her, the warm fluids leaking down her thighs cooling fast in the night air. She wrinkled her nose as the mixture of jizz and slick dripped on Chat's stomach, and he shot her a questioning look.
“…We didn’t bring anything to clean up with.”
Chat dropped his forehead against her chest and laughed.