Hi again! This is my favorite scene from this book I love it so much it funny and has some sin in it to which is both my favorite. This is obviously from Masquerade by Bronte here's the chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11999220/chapters/28047552#workskin I'll rate this a 9/10 in sin since this does have sin in it so my innocent beans so have been warned. ENJOY!

   22: Roleplay

"Good morning darling."

Marinette stomps across the threshold of the bakery door and rushes onto the busy sidewalk, lips pursed and hands clenched into fists. She doesn't deign him with so much as a curtesy glance, turning forcefully and marching east.

"If you're so hell bent on getting his Miraculous, why don't you just hunt him down yourself?"

"Let's cut right to the chase, why don't we?" he drawls sarcastically, swiping left on his smartphone before shoving it back in his pocket.

"The less I have to talk to you the better."

"Well," he drawls, "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Spare me the small talk, I'm not in the mood."

"Is that so? You certainly looked happy when you got home late last night."

Marinette shirks back in disgust, "You're repulsive."

"Hardly. Just observant," he shrugs, shifting his ball cap, "But you're a tricky target to follow, I'll give you that."

"I have no intention of leading you to him. Besides, you never answered my question."

Loïc purses his lips, "He's much more careful that you've even been. He never takes the same route home twice and I always loose him between the 4e and the Seine."

"Some hunter you are."

"Says the woman who's supposed to be responsible for defeating Le Papillon. I mean, it's been, what, three years since you started your stint as Ladybug?"

"Two and a half," she snaps back, "And you said I was the one who woke up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"If we're in the business of being honest with each other, can I just say that Le Papillon is getting a bit antsy?"

"What do I care?"

"Seems he's in the business of making demands and having them met. Pompous prick that he is, he does have a point."

"And that is?"

"We've got 'till Saturday to fine tune this plan of ours. There's some first responder appreciation thing going on so police presence on the streets will be at a minimum and that's when he plans on getting this show in the road. You don't believe me?" he questions, turning his lip at her less than convinced expression, "Here, read this."

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, finding the conversation and dropping it in her palm, "I made the mistake of giving him my number and now he won't stop texting me."

"They say I made a deal with the devil," she mocks him, shooting him a glare before scrolling through his conversation, "How do I know you didn't make this conversation up yourself?"

"Seriously?" he makes a derisive noise and Marinette can only assume he's rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses, "Teenagers. So cynical."

"Killers," she snarks back, "So trustworthy."

"Good god," he grumbles, pulling a battered cigarette case from his back pocket, "You really are in a nasty mood."

"Say something worthwhile and I might change my mind."

"You're hardly in a position to talk."

"You're hardly in a position to order."

"I know where you live. I know your friends, your family. I know everything about you."

"And none of that will help you get to Chat."

"It's only a matter of time before he slips up. Everyone does in the end."

"I can't trust you. You've given me no reason to start."

"Despite my initial akuma fuelled power trip, I'm not all about causing chaos and terror," he replies, flicking the spark of his lighter, "I prefer to stick to the status quo."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Every person who has killed a public figure eventually gets caught. Oswald, Ray, Princip, Godse; I don't intend to be next."

"But you want to be the first to get away with it."

A dark shadow passes over his features, "You're starting to get on my nerves."

"At least you and Le Papillon have something in common."

Loïc pinches the bridge of his nose, "Look, I am trying to work with you for the common good. Well, your common good anyway, I just want some powers back so I can make more money out east. Now, are we going to work together or not? It'll be a lot easier if we just call a truce and be done with it."

"How do I know you won't kill him?"

"You don't."

"So how can I trust you?"

"You can't. But in this case, trust my selfishness. I want control above anything, power and control over my destiny. I want a fat caseload and an even fatter wallet and with my very own akuma in my possession, I can have both of those things. I'm willing to cut a deal with the only person on this planet who has been able to kill me, and now that I've been resurrected I'm not about to make the same mistake twice. Let me get him for the spectacle and you don't even have to take the damn ring, I'll do it myself if that'll make you happy, I don't care. I get my powers back and you get that pain in the ass's name and you'll never see heads or tails of me ever again."

Marinette walks quietly for a long moment, letting his words sink in. Tikki buzzes, agitated in her purse but Marinette can't be bothered, Chat's smile and voice haunting her decision like a plague.

"Fine."

"Fine what?"

Marinette steels herself, "I'll play your little game. But if you do more than graze him, I'll kill you."

"I doubt that," he snorts, smoke pouring from his nostrils, "But like I said, I don't plan on killing him. Nobody hires a merc with a price on his head."

"Then we have a deal."

"Yes darling, that we do."

Marinette swallows the bile bubbling at the back of her throat, "Where's he planning on striking first?"

"You know he's all about spectacle."

"Eiffel Tower?"

"Where else?"

"How dramatic."

"It's Le Papillon. What do you expect?"

"Nothing less," she mutters, shifting the strap of her purse across her chest, "At night?"

"Dusk I believe."

"Great. Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of off the top of my head."

"Good. Let me know if anything changes."

"I know where to find you."

"And isn't that a comforting thought."

"Catch you later Ladybug."

Marinette sticks her tongue out in disgust and crosses the road to her school, "Can't wait."

~

Ladybug
Do you want to do our patrol together tonight?

CN
To what do I owe the honour?

Ladybug
I know you're usually busy on Wednesdays but I thought you might want to hang out after whatever it is you do.

CN
Let me check my schedule.

Ladybug
Your schedule?

Ladybug
Sounds like a friend I know. He always has a schedule.

CN
Really?

Ladybug
Is it a boy thing?

CN
Having a schedule?

Ladybug
Yeah.

CN
I don't think so. I just like to be organised.

Ladybug
Seriously? You're the most scatterbrained person I know.

CN
Meowch. I have an image to uphold you know.

Ladybug
As Chat? Or as you?

CN
Who says I'm one or the other?

Ladybug
That's how I see it. My civilian side isn't anything like Ladybug.

CN
I highly doubt that.

Ladybug
Good thing you don't know me in real life then.

CN
I'd love to try

Ladybug
Not yet.

CN
Soon?

Ladybug
We'll see.

CN
Rats Chats.

Ladybug
...seriously? That was horrible.

CN
If I just keep punning, will I eventually break you down?

Ladybug
No. Don't even think about it.

CN
I've got a meowtain of them I want to try.

Ladybug
You know, sometimes you can actually be kind of funny.

Ladybug
But this is not one of those times.

CN
Really? M'Lady thinks I can be funny? I've never felt so cattered.

Ladybug
Please no. Forget I said anything.

Ladybug
I take back everything.

Ladybug
Chat?

"Marinette!"

Marinette jerks upwards from where she's leaning against the oak tree in front of the music hall and stumbles slightly before catching her balance. Adrien suddenly appears beside her, gently grasping her elbow to help stop her fall.

"Adrien!"

"Long time no see," he smiles, letting go of her arm and dropping his own against his side, "How are you?"

"I'm uh, good thanks," she replies, plastering a sheepish grin to her face, "How are you?"

"Tired," he admits, brushing his fingers though his hair, "Jetlag sucks and I was up pretty late last night."

"Yeah? What were you up to?"

"Well...can you keep a secret?"

Marinette presses her back against the tree and tries to stay calm, "Me? Sure, I'm...I'm great at secrets."

He takes a deep breath and smothers his smirk, "I was on a date."

"A date?" she breathes, eyes widening, "With who?"

"She's...she wants to keep it a secret."

"Oh."

"But that doesn't mean I can't still talk about it," he shrugs, "It was amazing, she's amazing. I mean, she even made me a picnic!"

"A picnic?"

"Yeah! It was pretty romantic."

"Romantic?" Marinette looks down at her phone for a moment to check for a response, "That sounds...nice."

"It was," he sits down against the trunk of the tree and brings his knee to his chest, "She's not really the romantic type to be honest so I was pretty shocked."

"Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing?"

"Being romantic?" Adrien cocks an eyebrow in surprise, "It's a personal choice I guess. I love it though."

Marinette slides down the tree to sit beside him, cradling her phone in her lap, "I wouldn't know."

"No lucky boy on your radar?"

Marinette tries not to choke, "B-Boy? No, nope. No boys."

"Girls then?"

"No!" she scrambles to find her composure, missing the way he bites down on his lip to keep from laughing, "No nothing."

"That's too bad," he replies with a grin he can't quite stifle, "I know more than a few guys who have talked about asking you out."

"I...I'm not..." she covers her face with her hands and cringes, her cheeks on fire, "It's not...I don't have time."

"I'm the same way," Adrien responds and tips his head back against the trunk, "But somehow I make time for her."

"Yeah?" Marinette splits her fingers apart to peer through them, "Is it Kaia?"

"Kaia?" Adrien reacts, his eyes widening before dissolving into snickers, "Nooo. I mean, my dad set us up but...Kaia? I've known her for a couple years but I'm...not really her type? I don't know, it wouldn't work out."

"You're not her type?" Marinette drops her hands and stares at him incredulously, "How is that even possible?"

Adrien turns away and looks into the courtyard, willing his cheeks to keep from flushing, "She's...she's into guys who are...how do I word this? Stronger than me I guess?"

"Strong?" Marinette frowns, glancing down at his exposed arms, "Does she need glasses?"

Adrien bursts out laughing, "No!"

Embarrassment thrown aside, Marinette turns towards him and waves her arms in disbelief, "Then what could she not possibly see in you? You're amazing!"

"Th-thank you," he hiccups through his laughter, "But it's alright. She just likes tough, bad boy types, that's all. I don't quite fit that description."

"Then she's missing out," Marinette assures him, peering down at her phone again.

He gestures towards her lap with his chin, "Are you expecting a text?"

"Me? N-No, I mean...yes actually."

"From who?"

"My friend."

"A boyfriend?"

She narrows her eyes, "I already told you I don't have a boyfriend. He's just a friend."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah...why?"

"What's that on your neck then?"

Panicking, Marinette's hands scramble to her neck, fervently brushing the exposed skin for imaginary bugs and winces when she comes across a particularly tender bruise just behind her left ear. She immediately freezes, her legs spasming outwards before curling in, and burrows her face in her knees.

"Is that a hickey?" he whispers conspiratorially, thankful that she can't see the smug expression on his lips. She makes some sort of high pitched, anguished moan and Adrien almost takes pity on her, "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

Marinette pitches another fit into her thighs and curls her hand around her neck in a death grip, turning her head to expose one eye, "How am I going to finish school like this!?"

"I always keep a tube of concealer on me," he says breezily, fishing through the school bag at his side, "My girlfriend loves to take her frustrations out on my neck."

"D-does she?" Marinette squeaks, lifting her head.

"Oh yeah," he intones, "She likes to bite."

Marinette swallows uncomfortably and shifts her hips against the base of the tree, "Yeah?"

"Mmhmm," he pulls the tube from a small green sack and holds it against her skin to compare shades, "It's annoying to cover up all the time but I kind of love it," he puts the tube back in the bag and searches for another, "And she's a little possessive...it's actually pretty sexy."

"Really?"

"Yup", he pulls out another tube and deems it suitable, twisting off the lid, "She does most of the heavy lifting, per se. I'm just along for the ride."

"Wh-why are you telling me this?"

"Well, now that it looks like you're in the same boat as I am, I want to ask you a question," he says, squeezing a dollop the size of a peppercorn onto the tip of his index finger.

"A question? A-about what?"

"Actually, let me rephrase that. I need some advice. See, my girlfriend is a bit of a control freak and tends to...take the lead, you know?" Adrien waves nonchalantly and keeps going, revelling in the blush spreading down her neck and chest, "What do you think she would do if I turned the tables?"

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

Marinette jolts from her spot against the trunk and turns back to Adrien, her eyes as wide as saucers, "That was the bell!"

Adrien chuckles, pulling himself to his feet, "It was. Come here and I'll put it on quick."

He leans in much closer than strictly necessary and dabs the concealer against the purple bruise, deftly blending the make-up into her skin. Marinette stands frozen and takes a deep mouthful of air, breathing him in and reeling at the way her senses seem to sharpen, the slowly subsiding springtime itch suddenly flaring at the base of her spine.

"All finished," he whispers, his breath flush against her ear, "I'll see you later Marinette."

She watches him walk away and jerks when the phone in her hand begins vibrating without warning. She nearly drops it before getting a grip and she brings it up to her face, quickly checking the message.

CN
I can meet you after 23:00. See you tonight.

~

"Do you like games, M'Lady?"

"What?" she asks, her eyes flicking up to his face before returning to his belt.

"I said," he repeats helpfully, "do you like games?"

"Not at the moment. Why?"

"Because I want to play one."

"No," she retorts, her fingers casually resuming their task. Undaunted, Chat places his hands over hers and traps them, her fingers twitching futilely against his belt buckle.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist," he urges, his expression predatory.

"And if I refuse?"

"Then you'll just have to head home to satisfy yourself."

He's taking a risk here and he knows it. After all, Marinette has always preferred to be in charge so as to know which way the shots are going to be called, especially since she's the one usually calling them. There's every chance she'll just let go of his belt and call him out for taking things too far but...there's also a chance she'll take on his challenge and let him decide how things will play out. Chat maintains his expression of casual challenge while she frowns up at him, determined not to let his nervousness play out on his features.

"...Fine," she purses her lips, "What's the game?"

Chat smiles in relief, "Do you remember when we were talking about celebrity crushes?"

"Yes..." Marinette drawls, the word settling uncertainly on her tongue. He watches in earnest as the confusion on her face starts to fade and he know that she can see where this is leading.

"Then how about a little game of make believe?" Chat lowers his head to her neck and brushes his lips against her skin, pressing closer and walking her back towards the wall.

"Do you want me to call you Christiano or Abel?" Marinette teases, smirking even as his hips pin hers to the brick.

"Christiano maybe..." Chat can't resist leaning back to look her in the eye any more than he can stop the smirk twisting his lips, "Or you could call me Adrien."

"A-Adrien?" Marinette squeaks, her body stiffening in shock. She gapes at him, her eyes widening dramatically, "N-no! Chat, I go to school with him. We have classes together! How would I even be able to look at him?"

"You'll figure it out," Chat murmurs against her collarbones as his hands push her skirt upwards, his fingernails scraping her inner thighs before brushing against her clit. She gasps as the tips of his fingers rub circles around it, the cotton fabric of her panties grazing the sensitive nub in delicious counterpoint. Her hand reaches out, ghosting over the ridge in his trousers but Chat pulls his hips away, ignoring her whimpers.

"Ah, ah, ah," he scolds even as the muscles in his thighs seem to tighten in protest. He dips his index finger deeper, teasing her entrance through the cotton and revels in the way she seems to widen her stance to accommodate his movements, "You haven't agreed to play. Who will it be?"

"I can't call you Adrien," she protests.

"Why not? We're both tall, blond and incredibly handsome. Is it so much of a stretch?"

Marinette raises an eyebrow, "Is this some sort of jealousy thing?"

"Hardly," he replies, his finger still pressing lightly in and out, teasing her lips while his thumb rubs against her clit. "I don't think I have too much to worry about. Besides, when you see him tomorrow at school, you'll have to look him in the eye and remember all the things I did to you."

She narrows her eyes, "You're being ridiculous."

"Come on Ladybug, it'll be fun!" Chat squeezes her chest beneath his fingers in retaliation, pinching her nipple through the fabric.

"That's, ah! not fair," she hisses, arching into his grip as he lowers his lips to nibble on her neck, "I see him all the time."

"Oops," Chat slips his fingers under the seam of her panties, running his fingertip along her slit and drawing up the moisture gathering there, "I guess you'll be thinking about me a lot then."

"You don't know any of your celebrity crushes personally," she grumbles back, "Wait...do you?"

Chat shrugs and sucks on the skin only a few centimeters away from the bruise he'd helped her cover earlier that day. Ruthlessly, he presses a finger inside her and listens to her breath hitch, "Does it matter? This is just a game M'Lady, no need to take it so seriously."

"Ugh," Marinette pulls back ever so slightly, "Where's this coming from anyway? I just want to have sex with you."

"It'll be fun, I promise," he smirks into her skin, redoubling his efforts and adding a second finger, curling them to find that spot he knows drives her wild. His thumb presses into her clit as he sucks strongly on the patch of skin at the juncture of her shoulder and neck, purposely leaving a mark there. Clearly thinking the discussion was over, she makes quick work of the Armani buckle, deftly popping the button on his trousers and easing the zipper down.

Chat waits until she's freed his erection from his briefs before stepping back, leaving her flushed and panting against the wall. He watches her expression as he stands there, shirtless and gleaming faintly under a light sheen of sweat from a combination of their activities and the mounting humidity of the heat wave. He sees her eyes darken as she looks down at his parted zipper, his cock bobbing and hard, jutting out into the warm night air and she steps forward but he grabs her wrist instead. Raising her fingers to his mouth, he kisses her palm before drawing the tip of her finger between his teeth, sucking hard.

"So?" he asks, releasing the digit with a pop before moving onto the next one.

"So what?"

"Are you going to play or not?"

"Chat..." she whinges, reaching for him with her other hand. He catches it without looking and easily pins it up against the wall, his erection rubbing over her stomach, "I already told you, I have to see him in class tomorrow."

"Oh well," Chat sing songs, nibbling along a third finger, canting his hips against her, "You'll just have to go to school and look him in the eyes knowing what I'm about to do to you or...I can leave you to your own devices. You have such talented fingers," he taunts, "I'm sure you could put them to good use."

"Of course..." he continues to tease, scraping his teeth over her thumb and swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin of her bare wrist, "If you'd rather have my cock..."

"Fine."

"Fine...what?" Chat's eyebrow quirks.

She huffs, "Fine Adrien, I accept your terms."

Smiling, Chat releases her wrist and allows her to touch him, her squeeze almost punishingly tight. He ignores her small retribution and continues trailing kisses along the inside of her arm, reaching under her skirt to grasp the edge of her panties and he drags them down just past the crease of her thighs, letting her worry about kicking them off. Quickly, he uses his free hand to shove her shirt up, pushing the cups of her bra aside to grasp one breast directly, and squeezes it firmly before tugging on her nipple. Marinette whimpers as he plants a final kiss on the inside of her elbow before letting her arm drop around his neck and her fingers pump his cock, her thumb brushing up and over the engorged head to distribute pre-come down the length of it.

Chat moans into her mouth as her lips seal over his, thrusting into her hand as he leans forward and pins her flush to the wall, "Here or—?"

"I don't really care. Anywhere's good."

"I don't really care who?" he demands, grasping her thighs and lifting her up.

Marinette reaches down between them and shifts her skirt out of the way, grabbing his cock and dragging him up and down her wet slit before slipping his head against her opening, "Fine. Adrien," she moans as she sinks onto him, "Ahh...I don't care Adrien, just oh!"

Chat echoes the sentiment, his eyes slamming shut as he feels her wet heat envelope him. His hands circle her waist, sliding around to brace his palms against the wall to keep the brick from rubbing them both raw and Marinette reaches out, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging his face up to press her lips against his, groaning into his mouth.

"This is...ah, great," she pants as she bites his lip, sucking on it to soothe the ache, "I think I love this position."

Chat mutters something or other against her chest, mentally agreeing as he thrusts up into her, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. His cock's almost vertical inside her, her already tight channel clenching to an almost mind-numbing pressure as he rocks against her; everything about this position is tight and warm and gloriously wet as she moans and pants and writhes in his arms. They were about as close together as it was physically possible to be, another perk being that the position put her breasts very nearly in front his mouth as he rocks against her, increasing in tempo. He didn't even have to lean down to catch the nipple between his lips, sucking hard on the tip and worrying it with his teeth as Marinette—

"Oh!" she gasps, nearly screaming, "Oh, Adrien, right...just like—ahhh, just...like that."

Her walls flutter around him, not quite the compulsive spasms of an orgasm but it's close enough that he feels like he's been lit on fire, his name on her lips igniting an inferno inside him that has him gritting his teeth in an attempt to control himself. Risking it, Chat pulls a hand out from behind her and reaches up to grasp her other breast as he leans in, fucking her senseless. Bracing her shoulders against the brick, he wraps a hand beneath her ass and holds her steady until he can pull back a bit further and slam into her.

"A-Adrien, I, ah! I'm going to—!"

Chat feels her clench around him, her inner muscles quivering as she arches in his grasp, her breasts pushing into his mouth, and her lips moaning his name. He cries out at the heady pressure, her civilian name spilling from his lips and smothered incomprehensibly against her chest as his heart clenches and lightning races down his spine. It feels like being shoved off a cliff, forcibly weightless and awestruck, unforeseen lights flashing behind his eyelids as he slams up into her, his muscles tensing as his release consumes him.

Chat Adrien comes down from his high slowly and finds himself shaking for a whole new reason; he'd wanted to chasten her – however vaguely and indirectly – for being so willfully blind to his identity; he wouldn't come out and say it but now that he knew it was her, he was bewildered and annoyed that she stubbornly refused to see him in return. He wanted her to look him in the eyes tomorrow and remember what he'd done to her. He wanted her to sit down beside him in marketing and squirm against the bench, reliving the way he'd pressed her against a brick wall and made her toes curl.

What he hadn't counted on, however, was what hearing his name from her lips would do to him.

He feels wrecked, if he's being honest. All physical exhaustion aside, hearing her moan his name in the midst of her orgasm had him seeing stars, simultaneously shredding his insides and sending him into one of the most forceful orgasms he could ever remember having. Physically he was exhausted; emotionally he was drained.

Marinette's snickers against his skin forces him back to reality as she uncrosses her legs to slide down his thighs, her legs unsteady. Arms snaked around his waist, she digs the pads of her fingers into the muscles on either side of his spine and presses her forehead against his collarbone.

"Some day," she announces, oblivious to the turmoil playing havoc in his mind, and he feels a little better knowing that her voice is as shaky and as breathless as he feels, "I want to do this in a bed."

All Chat can do is laugh and nod in silent agreement.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did! I'll see you soon my potatoes! I haven't gotten any request yet sooooo... Plz comment them here I really wanna write something. I thinking of one right now inspired by a sin book in Wattpad. Ok bye!