Miraculous Ladybug Smut Oneshots

Blurred Lines [Shadyclaw]

Using the original Shadybug & Claw Noir design because I hate that they de-cuntified them, they deyassified them and I cannot stand it! This is also lowk very short and I apologise!

Kinks: Rough Sex, Degradation, choking
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Claw Noir couldn't tear his eyes away from the little buns that sat on her head, the same ones he had gripped only a couple nights before when he had her pinned up against a brick wall fucking himself into her little pink mouth.

He listened to betterfly ramble on and on about their next mission, but he wanted her pinned underneath him - she was so smug, and he loved tearing her down a peg. He'd found out that she was Marinette, the baker girl he had been obsessing over for the past four years and holy fuck, that done things to him.

Sure Shadybug was pretty, but knowing Marinette was under that, Jesus christ, he had to have her. "What the fuck are you staring at?" she whispered to him once the annoying moth was out of ear shot.

"You." He responded, unphased by her attitude, he knew how easily those beautiful blue or red eyes rolled back when he was between her legs.

"Just because I pity fuck you, doesn't mean shit fleabag." She growled at him, red eyes shimmering with hate and some perverted lust, exactly how Claw Noir would describe what they had - the love was there, but it was fucked up, shown in insults like 'you're so fucking stupid, you nearly died' and in less than gentle hugs - though they only happened when the other needed comfort, or they were badly injured.

The line between gate and love was blurred for those two, "Right, because those moans the other night were definitely out of pity" he deadpanned, with the same glimmer of insanity he had when pressing Cat Noir's glowing black hand against his chest.

She blushed, and he adored it - perfect little shadybug, fearful Parisianv villain turned vigilante was so easily flustered. "Least I didn't whimper pathetically." she bit back, "Oh please." he pulled her to him, "We both know you're the pathetic one here."

She went to grab his balls to hurt him but he swiftly caught her hand, "Not here, cockroach." He snickered.

She started into his eyes, drawing teasing little shapes on his chest, "You want me? Come get me." and with that she was gone, and the chase was on.

He tracked her down, as he usually did slamming her into the ground of a rooftop, "I've got you." his eyes sparkled with mischief as she wriggled to get away, he pinned her down, "Not a chance."

"Fuck off!" She yelled, not meaning it - she never did, his claws tearing her suit apart revealing just how much she needed him, but he was yet to get to that part.

"What's wrong Mari? You scared that'll i figure out your dirty little secret?" he spoke with mock concern, "Scared that everyone in Paris will find out that you're a filthy little slut for your fleabag?"

It wasn't fair that him saying those words would turn her on, but she supposed the years of fighting side by side with both aggressive and passive aggressive arguments that resulted in them kissing or fucking would do that. "Go away Adrien!"

"Like I said, not a chance." The tell tale sign of her suit being ripped was heard, and Adrien chuckled dipping his hex leather gloves - careful of the gloves -into her folds before bringing it into her eye sight.

He was positioned on top of her, her body in between his legs, he separated his two fingers her arousal coating them and leaving a string between the two of them that connected his fingers, "pity fuck, you said?"

The heat was crawling over her body, it was a game for the two of them - she made it out as if she didn't want him, as if she didn't need him and he swiftly reminded her she did.