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“Fuck, Marinette… You look so good…” He breathed out. “On your knees for me… With your lips around my dick…” He felt like with every word he said, with every praise he gave, she sucked him harder, trying to take him deeper into her mouth, and that made him want to praise her all the more.

“Yes, like this…” He praised her again, resting his hand on her tangled hair. “Take me whole… This is what you want, right…? To feel my cock hitting your throat… To make me crazy with how well you can take me… Spoil me for any other woman who dares to touch me after you…”

He felt her move around his flesh almost desperately, making him forget what else he wanted to tell her, forget everything except the feel of her lips around him. His fingers clenched her hair as he couldn’t do anything else except thrust into her throat, and the only thing his mind was ready to take in was the pleading sounds of pleasure Marinette made as she grabbed his hips, as if she wanted to clung closer to him, take him even deeper, to fit him in entirely…

And he couldn’t think… couldn’t stop… couldn’t…

Felix woke up panting, his pajama bottoms clinging to his pulsing crotch — the result of his hot dream cooling down with a damp spot on the soft fabric. For a while, he lay staring at the dark ceiling with wide eyes, trying to recover from what he had just dreamed of, until the sensation of damp-cold tissue stuck to him became frankly nasty, usually pleasant cool air of his room making it worse due to a blanket thrown off in his sleep.

He sat up in bed and shook his head as if trying to drive away the remnants of a dream, but no matter how hard he tried, even without the obvious reminder in his pants, he wouldn’t be able to forget the image that seemed to be imprinted on the inside of his eyelids and didn’t want to be erased. His inner gaze, lost in memory, met with blue eyes looking up at him, and from the image of a woman kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth, said cock shuddered with new enthusiasm.

“What. The. Fuck.” Felix muttered under his breath and got out of bed to take a shower, but when he got rid of his clothes and closed his eyes under a stream of warm water, Marinette looked at him again, slowly moving her lips along his length, as if deliberately slowly, to prove to him how much he wanted her, and his hand instinctively reached down to grab his flesh in a pathetic attempt to somehow fill this feeling in reality.

This impossible woman… He thought, stroking himself in time with the movements of the imaginary lips in front of his inner eye. Even kneeling before him in his dream, she was daring him, provoking him, making him lose his head, depriving him of his will except for the only desire — to own her…

Until last night it was always only a clash of personalities, temperaments, ideals — a constant war that they waged every day in the office, contradicting each other on every issue. Never... THIS!

It was all his mother’s fault, of course.

Even if Felix vaguely shared the idea that the company needed corporate parties — the opportunity to communicate in a team without feeling the daily tasks and deadlines pressing on them and all that — this didn’t mean in any way that he himself had to take an active part in them. Any part, really. His emotional and physical integrity has always been a law that no one could argue with, again, except for his mother, and then, still, in very metered volumes.

But yesterday...

Felix himself didn’t understand how, but in an easy conversation with Amélie, he ended up among dancing people. He wasn’t particularly interested in what his employees were doing in a rented nightclub as long as they didn’t get in the way under his feet, and his mother started talking about a new project that Felix personally considered having big potential, which was far better entertainment than what the late night party had to offer him.

In retrospect, he must have noticed that this wasn’t the place to discuss work matters, and that his mother was a person who would have changed the subject herself if Felix had brought up work. So her willingness to talk about something that was so out of place and was clearly more interesting for him than watching drunken employees dance in the twilight should have immediately seemed suspicious to him.

And of course, out of nowhere, Amélie’s eternal favorite, Marinette, whom his mother constantly supported, which was probably the reason why the young designer had the audacity to argue with him about everything in the world, appeared on the dance floor right next to them. Maybe Marinette did really pass them by accident, because when Amélie “saw her” (just as the slow music started so fortunately playing), the brunette looked rather dumbfounded. Although Felix wouldn’t be surprised if his mother somehow planned even that.

But the main thing is that, distracted by an interesting conversation with his mother, Felix himself practically did not notice how, after a short “Oh, Marinette, how lucky you’re here, a new dance had just begun! I’d better leave you to yourselves!” from his mother, he found himself alone with his eternal opponent on the dance floor, moving to a slow melody, Amélie, unsurprisingly, no longer in his line of sight.

It turned out to be the worst thing that could happen to him. Or so he told himself.

Not only did he never dance with the employees of their company (and his mother definitely knew about it!), but this graceful young woman in his hands turned out to be not impudent and completely disagreeable, like she usually was in their disputes, but rather pliant and obedient. She followed the movements of his body in the dance, allowing Felix to lead, following his movements without the slightest resistance, and if he hadn’t seen with his own eyes that it was Marinette who was dancing with him, he wouldn’t have believed that his eternal opponent could obey his will so sensitively.

Felix was stunned, intoxicated by the sensation.

It was as if weeks and months of constant war between them suddenly ended in his victory, and he realized that he had been missing the victory over this woman so much all this time. Not in order to break her will, but precisely because he knew better than anyone that her will was unbreakable, and to feel her obeying him was something… incredible… inexplicable… just… amazing.

Felix wasn’t delusional though, and he perfectly knew that if he brought out any of the working topics — any project, a change in the organization of the office, a presentation that they were preparing — the illusion of submission would instantly disappear, because Marinette would immediately become his opponent again, stubbornly proving her opinion despite his superior position in the company… But now, as they were silently spinning in a dance, her body obediently moving in rhythm with his, Felix allowed himself to remain in the feeling of this victory, even knowing its short duration.

He pulled her a little closer to him: it was still within the bounds of decency for the place and situation they were in, but he wanted to push the boundaries, give himself the feeling that his power over her was endless, and, as if teasing him with her obedience, Marinette leaned towards him, not resisting, but only sliding her hands from his shoulders where they rested before, higher, and closed her hands behind his neck.

It was almost too much for him.

Not because of a physical distance at which he kept people from him, but because she was too pliable to what he demanded of her in the dance. It was as if she was the one testing his limits, and not he hers, and the spirit of competition rebelled in him even more. Felix slid his hands down her back, bringing them to just below her waist, so he couldn’t be accused of violating decency yet, but given how well they knew each other by this point, and what kind of relationship they were in, Marinette must have taken that as an impertinence, or as a challenge…

She took it as an invitation instead, and clung to him even tighter, her head resting on his shoulder so that there was almost no space between them.

Felix no longer knew what he was doing, what kind of war he was waging, what game he was playing. He only felt his whole body buzzing with excitement, not just from the physical attraction caused by the closeness of a woman, but from the whole swarm of emotions that precisely this wayward woman evoked in him, the one who now accepted him so gently.

It seemed to him that in this dance, during which they didn’t say a single word to each other, she obeyed his will so much that if he took her by the shoulders and lowered her to her knees in front of him, she would submit to his power, as if all their verbal disputes in which she never gave up had nothing to do with this moment in which she gave all the power to him...

Felix felt his flesh inevitably tighten at the idea of Marinette kneeling in front of him, in a completely unambiguous position, waiting for him to order her next, and he realized that in such a tight embrace in which they were now dancing, thanks to his thoughtless impulse, there was no way for him to hide his arousal from her. But instead of shying away from him, slapping him, yelling at him for his obscene behavior right in the middle of a corporate party, Marinette seemed to freeze for only one moment, and immediately continued to move in the rhythm of the dance without moving an inch away from him.

The last minute of the dance was agony for him.

Felix couldn’t think any more about the boundaries he’d tried to subtly violate before, the slap he’d have to expect, and even their eternal war that was about to break out again in the office after the weekend. He was completely immersed in the feeling of her closeness, her body fitting so well next to his, the smell of her hair he couldn’t help but feel at this distance, and the only thing he could still try to do was keep himself from making any more reckless moves, because even just continuing to dance began to threaten him with an explosion.

When the music ended and they stopped, Marinette remained in the same position for a moment — and Felix didn’t know what to expect from her now and was almost afraid to move (not that he’d ever admitted it, even to himself). Then she pulled away and lowered her arms, barely stepping away from him.

Felix caught himself standing there, holding his breath, waiting for her to look him in the face, not quite sure if he expected to see anger, or contempt, or...desire in her eyes, but Marinette didn’t raise her face to him. She tilted her head even further down, as if nodding to him, although without eye contact it was hard for him to say exactly what this action meant. Then she silently moved away and after a moment he could no longer see her in the crowd.

He left the party immediately, without even looking for his mother to say goodbye and without sending her any messages apologizing for his early departure. He needed to hide from the world and figure out what the hell had just happened between him and the most stubborn woman he had ever met.

He ended up in the shower of his apartment, of course, with his overexcited cock in his hand, just like now. Only yesterday, before his inner eye, there was a real memory of the closeness of her body, her compliance and obedience, and now — memories of his crazy dream, which was the result of last night’s dance.

Felix tilted his head back and let the water fall on his chest as his hand moved lazily along his length, his thoughts turned to the woman kneeling in front of him. Hell, he didn’t even know until last night that he was into that kind of stuff… Praising her, making her prove to him that she was the best for him… Surrender to passion entirely to the point where he no longer understood whether he had power over her or whether it was she who had power over him… Although he couldn’t even tell that it would apply to any other woman, because as his hand sped up and his body tensed approaching his peak again, all Felix could think about was Marinette.

He breathed out her name as his body found its new release, and opened his eyes.

“And what the hell am I supposed to do now?” He asked at the walls of his shower stall, and turned off the water.

Rules were there to be followed. At least the rules he set for himself. And physical distance, especially with a woman who made his blood boil without a single touch. And if before that damn corporate party his blood boiled with protest and indignation, then after a night spent with the consequences of Saturday evening, he already knew for sure that no matter how much indignation he had when she argued with him, his blood next to her would now boil for a completely different reason.

Felix wrapped the towel around his waist and glanced at the clock, which showed half past five in the morning. He only had Sunday to get his thoughts in order and burn as much energy as he could, because Monday at the office promised to be especially intense, and if the mere thought of Marinette made every cell of his body excited with interest, Felix needed to release a little more steam so as not to jump on her as soon as he sees her, making a fool of himself even more than yesterday.

He could do that, right? Take control of himself like he did all his life. It would be the right thing to do. After all, it meant nothing to her and she doesn’t expect any other behavior from him, does she?

He was no longer sure of anything.

“Fuck my life…” Felix muttered, getting dressed for the gym.

Tomorrow at the office he had a long, long day ahead of him.

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“That’s what you really want when you fight me at every meeting, isn’t it, Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Felix croaked behind her as he bent Marinette over the desk in his office, pinning her back to the table with one hand and spreading her legs with the other one. “Why don’t you tell me how you dream of taking me up your little cunt?”

Marinette arched, sticking out her butt for him, like a cat during her heat, his words echoing with demanding spasms between her legs. “Yes...” She whined, resting her hands on the table to expose herself to him even more. “Yes, please… please...” She begged, mentally berating herself for wearing panties under her skirt. Maybe if she wouldn’t have them, Felix would have immediately entered her, sharply and deeply, the way she wanted him...

“Yes, for what, exactly, Miss Dupain-Cheng?” The man asked, roughly lifting her skirt up. “I want to hear you say it!” He demanded before tearing her panties apart in one swift motion. Marinette gasped with anticipation, because if he acted so quickly, it meant she would get him soon, right? “Tell me, my little naughty girl, what you dream about while you argue with me about projects, pretending to be so decent and professional...”

To her regret, he no longer touched her below the waist, but only bent down to exhale hot air into the wet middle between her legs, and rose again, returning one hand to her back. She’ll probably really have to speak, otherwise he might refuse to take her here, on his desk...

“I... want your cock in me...” She admitted, closing her eyes and dropping her forehead on the table. “I dream of you forcing it into me, like this, from behind... of you taking me hard... own me the way you want-oh God...” Marinette felt his fingers parting her folds and moaned, trying to move back into his touch.

But Felix’s hand on her back held her in place, and the fingers of his other hand rested on her thigh, squeezing it slightly. “I love how nicely you leak for me, Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Felix praised, she had never heard such a soft tone from him, as if he was actually very pleased, almost proud of her. She felt her juices flowing freely down her thighs, the muscles of her entrance clenching and unclenching in anticipation of the desired invasion, but it still wouldn’t come.

“Please...” She begged again, “Please, Felix...”

The hand disappeared from her thigh and a moment later landed on her bottom with a light slap, noticeable enough to indicate that it was a form of punishment, but not strong enough to be truly painful. “I do not allow familiarity in my office, Miss Dupain-Cheng!” He cut off sternly, and Marinette bit her lip, afraid that he would change his mind, that he would lower her skirt and not give her any satisfaction...

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Fathom...” She stuttered. “Please, please take me... I will behave...”

“Of course you will,” Felix agreed, and Marinette didn’t need to see his face to recognize the smug smirk in his voice. “But your impudence requires punishment, don’t you think? That’s why I won’t give you what you want just yet...”

Before Marinette could begin to protest or try to beg him some more, the hand from her back disappeared and Felix spread the halves of her butt and dove his face between her legs. His lips wandered between her folds, teasing her with short touches, his tongue diving into her wet entrance just a little and then disappearing, and this really was sheer torture, because Marinette was so aroused — she needed more, and harder, and deeper. But he continued to torment her, sliding his tongue from her clit, between her folds and around her asshole, then back again, driving her crazy with every tease...

“Please... please...” She begged as if in delirium. “I’ll be good for you... I’ll be obedient now... Please take me...”

“Mmmmm...” Felix hummed, lifting himself slightly from her middle and continuing to breathe on her sensitive skin. “You taste so good, Marinette... So, so good for me...” His voice sounded slightly intoxicated, and the fact that he used her name indicated that Felix was indeed too caught up in her taste to even keep up the façade of the game he himself had started... “Fuck , I want you too much and you know it, don’t you?”

He rose sharply and in a moment was already positioned between her legs, hard hot flesh resting against her thirsty entrance. “You know that you are my only weakness, Marinette...” He reproached her, grabbing Marinette by the hips, and with a smooth, assertive movement pulled her towards him, stringing her on his flesh, filling her to the full depth until his hips rested against hers. with a wet slap and they both moaned loudly.

“Every time you argue with me, you know how much I want to enter you...” His voice croaked from behind as Felix began deep, unforgiving thrusts into her. “You know that you are the only one who can drive me to the brink with her stubbornness...” He continued, but Marinette had difficulty perceiving the essence of his words, because, oh God, he was fucking her, so deeply and so deliciously hard, and her whole being was responding to his imperious movements, obeying them, dissolving in them, that her consciousness was simply not able to perceive anything else.

“Fuck, Marinette… you’re so good...” Felix whispered, also seeming to lose the thought of his scolding speech, but continuing to rhythmically fill her with himself again and again, reaching every sensitive spot inside her at the same time, as she knew he would. “God, baby… taking me so well in your tight little cunt...” He croaked, grabbing her hips and slightly changing the angle, and no, she was mistaken, because NOW he was reaching everything she needed, so much — white lights flashed before Marinette’s closed eyes, and her ears began to ring, drowning out the endearments that escaped his lips . “So tight, love… so good…”

Marinette felt how close she already was, lost in the feeling of his power over her, the delight of the strength with which he was taking her, how free she felt, surrendering to him, when his hoarse whispers reached her. “I want you to cum for me, Marinette, before I cum deep inside you...” Drunk on her pre-orgasm fever, Marinette wasn’t sure how he held her at the moment, but his fingers somehow ended up on her clit. “You were such an obedient girl…” He murmured, “You take me so well when I fuck you like this, bending you over on my desk...”

His breathing was labored, but Felix continued to mercilessly thrust into her at a frantic pace. “So I want to reward you... I’ll let you scream my name when you come all over my cock... My name, Marinette...” His words were the last thing that sent her over the edge, and she shook and squirmed, grunting his name as Felix fucked her through her orgasm, never slowing down, and his volume seemed so unforgivably huge between her clenching, pulsating walls that her peak went on and on until his seed began to pour into her, causing Marinette to open her eyes wide, looking ahead with a blurry gaze and seeing… a sheet.

Wait... What?

Marinette blinked, slowly coming to her senses. She was lying on her stomach, face buried in the mattress and breathing heavily, the pillow long thrown to the floor. Her legs were spread wide, hand pushed under her belly between them, and the remnants of her night’s imaginary adventure were leaking from her heated middle onto her fingers.

God, did she really just dream all this...?!

Marinette rolled over onto her back, groping for the blanket that was pushed to her feet to pull it over her naked body. Renting an apartment separate from her parents, she now allowed herself to sleep without pajamas, but it had never led to such... radical consequences.

Marinette reached for the box with sex toys, which had been standing at the head of her bed since yesterday evening when she was trying to relieve stress after an office party, and began to lazily pick inside it with her hand. Though she already knew that there would be nothing there that could replace that feeling of freedom and fullness that she still remembered after her stormy dream.

And why did her libido decide to find expression in the form of such an impudent and inaccessible object as Felix Fathom?! She didn’t even know if his dick was as impressive as in her fantasies, but what would it matter if she obviously didn’t have the opportunity to check it out…?

Despite her inner turmoil, Marinette knew why her brain chose Felix — so confident and powerful, no matter how inaccessible he was to her. As Ladybug, she was always in control of the situation, coordinating her team’s actions, and was fully responsible for the result — to the entire city, no matter who on the team made a mistake.

But until recently she didn’t realize how much she wanted to let go of this tension, this responsibility and feel a little freedom that hadn’t been in her life since her Miraculous fell into her hands... In bed… In bed she could lose herself, let herself to be led, take off the burden of making decisions from her shoulders, be obedient and find in this submission the freedom from the control that she had to exercise all the time.

But not only could she not trust anyone with this, Marinette also didn’t have time for a relationship. With a career as a young designer, a job she adored, and night patrols—not to mention the times she had to sneak out of the office in the middle of the workday to fight Akumas—Marinette couldn’t afford any additional distractions. So she had to be content with whatever satisfaction her own hands could provide, or sometimes toys, purchased specifically for this purpose.

It was probably not that surprising, given the fact that she had no time to date other men and with the constant confrontation that occurred between them, that one day the focus of her attention on Felix would shift from frustration to the desire to relieve the stress of this same frustration, because undoubtedly, of all attractive men with whom she constantly dealt, her boss’s son aroused more emotions in her than all the others combined, regardless of the nature of these emotions.

So it wasn’t completely groundless when, some time ago, Felix became a frequent guest in her fantasies, gradually crowding out any other idea with which she tried to relax herself. But Marinette always clearly distinguished the man in her office from the one who visited her dreams, which wasn’t difficult due to the extreme inaccessibility of the real Felix.

Well, or so it was until yesterday...

God, she didn’t even think that she wanted to obey him so much, even if only in bed, and even if only in a dream... But after yesterday’s dance, when Felix led her so confidently, held her so tightly... Pressed her so close...

In the office, when his firmness manifested itself in an argument, they usually found themselves on opposite sides of the barricades, so to speak, discussing this or that project and proving their point of view to each other... But in that dance, it was as if they suddenly ended up on the same side, near upon becoming one, and Marinette, who never expected to be in such physical intimacy with him for real, found that she didn’t mind at all that Felix led her... Of course, she didn’t expect that from his confident touches her panties would get wet right on the dance floor, and when he pulled her closer and she felt that he was hard...

It was as if her world had turned upside down on the corporate event yesterday, and now her subconscious was giving out what she really had wanted for a long time, regardless of how much she realized it. But the fact that Felix could be for her what her subconscious drew in today’s dream was undoubtedly so. Not that he would ever actually want to be with her, of course...

Marinette didn’t even understand how he agreed to dance with anyone, especially with her. Everyone knew that it was forbidden to invade his personal space, be it an office or a nightclub, and she still wasn’t sure how they ended up on that dance floor together and that she didn’t dream about it. Although, again, judging by what she actually dreamed, if they were dancing in her dream, Marinette’s brain wouldn’t stop at just the dance...

She pushed the box away with a sigh and turned around — there was nothing interesting for her in it, not anymore. She closed her eyes, remembering the feeling of fullness and freedom that was quickly disappearing, along with the details of her dream.

Marinette sighed again and reached under the blanket and between her legs to somehow catch the fading pseudo-memories. Today she could still allow herself to dream about Felix a little, right? The most important thing was to avoid him tomorrow in the office, and then soon everything would fall back into place…

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He opened the door to his office and froze at the entrance.

There was a completely naked woman standing on all fours right on his desk

And not just any woman.

Marinette.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, as if she had rushed here as soon as she got out of bed, forgetting to comb it after sleep. A black leather collar was placed around her neck, to which a thick metal chain was attached. It came down from the table to the floor and was fastened to the leg of his office chair. The picture was complemented by a key on a black leather strap, which Marinette held in her teeth.

Felix’s body shuddered with sudden arousal. To say that when he went to work he didn’t expect such a... welcome, was to say nothing.

He stared at her for a few more seconds, overwhelmed and dumbfounded, until Marinette let out a pitiful sound, clenching her teeth around the leather strap, and Felix came to his senses and moved towards her.

He slowly walked up to the table and the first thing he did was take the key (which most likely secured her collar to the chain) from her mouth — even though Marinette had come here on her own, he needed to make sure that she wouldn’t run away from him at the first opportunity.

Damn it... she came to him on her own, chained herself to his work chair, naked... gave herself into his slavery… Not in his wildest imagination would he have expected such a thing to happen...

Felix threw the key into the far corner of his office — he wasn’t going to let her go free any time soon — grabbed Marinette’s chin from below with an imperious movement and bit into her mouth.

Her lips obediently opened to his demanding kiss, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth as she moaned helplessly, unable to escape due to his greedy intrusion. Although her pliability indicated that she had no intention of breaking free…

Intoxicated by the feeling of power over this devilishly divine creature, Felix lowered his hand and pinched her pertly protruding nipple, and Marinette whined into his mouth. Her soft accessibility instantly disappeared and she bit into his lips as greedily and impudently as he had did before, and in this new kiss he really felt her, her will and stubbornness, her demandingness and indomitability, which remained in her even when Marinette was naked and virtually defenseless, chained on his desk.

Inspired by her eagerness, Felix grabbed her second nipple and pulled it towards him, causing her body to lean forward slightly, following his movement. Marinette parted her lips for a loud moan and immediately pounced on his mouth again with renewed greed.

Felix felt that he was becoming hard very quickly and by this point his pants were almost splitting at the seams from the growing tension in them, and if it continued like this, he risked coming undone untouched. He forced himself to slow down, then moved away from her completely, holding the chain next to her collar to prevent Marinette from following him.

He slowly walked around the table, looking at his slave from all sides and admiring the forms that would boil the blood of any man, then stopped behind her.

“Spread your legs, Marinette,” he commanded hoarsely, devouring her perfect globes with his eyes.

Marinette obediently moved her hips apart, continuing to moan pitifully, as if trying to lure him back to her.

“With your hands,” he clarified, “Open yourself for me with your hands and arch for me.”

Marinette obeyed meekly, bending her shoulders closer to the table to free her hands on which she supported her weight before, and parted her folds with her fingers, arching so that her wet middle was exposed to him.

“You’re too wet for me to believe that you were waiting for me without ever touching yourself,” Felix said sternly, unfastening his belt and fly to give his flesh a little more space.

His slave froze, silent, as if her silence could lessen her guilt.

Felix slapped her perfect butt lightly, just to make his point. “Admit it!” He demanded.

“I... I touched myself...” Marinette confessed in a whiny voice. “I-I was waiting for you, and you didn’t come for so long... I’m sorry, I... I was thinking about you...”

God... This woman… She was absolutely perfect… How could he have never noticed during their eternal fights until last Saturday night that she was everything he wanted and more?!

“You realize that you did wrong, Marinette, don’t you?” He asked, bending down to her crotch to speak directly into her spread folds. “All of this...” he ran his tongue over her wet tasty middle, open to him, “...belongs to me! And even you can’t touch it without my permission!”

Felix himself didn’t know when they agreed to this. Probably a few minutes ago, when she silently offered herself to him as a sex slave, it was decided by itself, because what he did know was that she now belonged to him, and that she would obey him. In everything.

“Yes...” Marinette moaned weakly, moving her hips back to prolong the contact with his tongue, but Felix had already straightened up. “Please forgive me...” She whined, arching harder for him.

Felix was admiring her sag, walking around to stand in front of Marinette, lowering his trousers as he walked. “That’s not the right answer, Marinette,” he announced, standing up so that his groin was right in front of her face, “You have to beg me for punishment.”

The woman eagerly looked at his hands, as if spellbound, waiting for Felix to release his flesh, and he decided not to disappoint her. He released himself and began to slowly move his palm along his length in front of her lustful gaze. Marinette seemed to have forgotten about his order, but he was ready to forgive her for this, because her punishment was already ripe in his mind.

“You’re gonna show me how you touched yourself while you were waiting for me, Marinette,” he croaked. “And if the performance is worthy of my praise, I’m gonna give you what you want.” He brought his cock to her face and rubbed the head along her cheek, leaving a wet trail of precum on her skin, which made her shudder with desire. “Get started.”

When he pulled away, Marinette followed his flesh with a longing gaze, but the show was over for her for now. Now the show was only for him, and Felix walked around her again, stopping behind her just in time to see Marinette’s hand slip under her stomach to grope a little bud of nerves between her legs. Her fingers began to move skillfully in circles on the sensitive spot and she moaned, swaying slightly back and forth in time with the movements of her hand.

“You do it often, don’t you?” He remarked, resuming stroking himself. A naughty little girl who is so good at touching herself without my knowledge.” He slapped her bottom with his free hand with another light spank, leaving a barely noticeable reddish stain on her skin.

“Auh… Oumgh…” She responded by making hoarse purring sounds, her fingers moving more violently between her legs. “I did… I’m sorry...”

An embarrassed cough came from behind Felix and he turned around, facing two men and a woman frozen in the doorway.

Right. He had a meeting with three new sales employees this morning. And of course he forgot to close the door behind him when he saw what was waiting for him on his desk...

Marinette gasped and froze, turning her head to the side and looking in fear in Felix’s direction, then at the employees, then back again.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he said in a commanding tone and took a step into Marinette’s line of sight to stare at her expressively until she slowly resumed caressing herself under his demanding gaze, closing her eyes. “Good girl.” He praised and made a step closer to brush the tangled hair from her face. “They don’t matter. I matter. I’m the only thing that matters to you.”

For a moment, Felix forgot about the intruders, enjoying the sight of her — her eyes tightly closed, either from shame or from pleasure, as she leaned back into her own hand, continuing to arch and make pitiful whines — then he reluctantly turned to the employees. “What do you want?!” He barked, resuming strocking movements on his length.

Both men continued to stare hungrily at his naked slave without noticing his outburst, only the woman snapped out of her stupor. “We huh-had an appointment, Mr. Fathom...” she mumbled doubtfully.

“Well, I obviously had a change of plans!” He answered with impatient irritation, not wanting to waste time talking to them when a show was going on on his table especially for him.

“Shu-should we go then, s-sir?...” asked the employee, whatever her name was, elbowing each of her colleagues in the side to redirect their attention to Felix.

“Stay right where you are!” Felix ordered over his shoulder, returning to Marinette. “Maybe this way you’ll understand who owns everything in this company quicker…”

He lifted her chin with his palm, forcing Marinette to open her drunk with pre-orgasm eyes, and unceremoniously pushed his flesh between her lips. She began to suck on it with lingering moans of pleasure, looking at him from under half-lowered eyelids and continuing to tease her clit, and Felix quickly began to lose the ability to control his body, losing himself in the hot moisture of her mouth. If this continues, he will inevitably cum in her throat, when what he wanted now was a different depth of hers..

He pulled himself out of her mouth and, ignoring Marinette’s weak, whining protests, quickly walked around her, positioning himself behind her splendid body, at her entrance and, without warning, pushed himself inside.

“Go on,” he exhaled hoarsely, feeling that her hand had stopped its ministrations on his intrusion.

Marinette’s fingers moved again, slowly, as if reluctantly, like she didn’t want to be distracted by anything other than his volume inside her, and Felix moved further, penetrating her tight depths as far as he could so that his hips met hers.

“Did you like it when I slid inside of you, my little love slave?” He wheezed, fully immersed into her, and grabbed her hips to regulate the soft thrusts he was about to start. “Do you like to feel yourself stretching around me, Marinette…?” He whispered, closing his eyes, intoxicated by the sensation of his movements in her. “I know you like to grip me with your walls, catch me with them, make me your slave...”

Marinette met his every thrust moving her hips towards him, her moan of agreement becoming loud and shameless, and it seemed she no longer remembered at all that they had spectators. It was unforgivable, and he had to remind her of it, to regain at least a drop of that power over her that he had lost, instantly turning into her sex slave as soon as he entered her.

“But now everyone knows that you are mine...” He croaked, reinforcing his words with harder thrusts. Without losing this new rhythm, he let go of her hips and bent down to take her by the shoulders and lift her back to his chest. “Look how they want you,” he ordered, turning her slightly to face the door. He wrapped his shoulder around hers, his hand holding her by the throat over the collar and lifting her chin from below — not so much as to impede her breathing, but so as to fix her position, forcing her to look at the people in the doorway. “But I’m the one who will touch you, Marinette. I’m the only one who will fuck you. Ever!”

“Yes... yes...” She moaned, moving herself on his length more violently, as if what Felix said and did only turned her on more. “Oh, yes, please, yes...”

“Look how much she wants to be in your place, Marinette,” he continued, encouraged by her positive response, without looking at the woman at the door himself. “But I only want you! Do you hear it, Marinette?!” He fucked her quickly and forcefully now, gasping as his sacs rose up, preparing to be released. “You’re glad you were able to take over my mind, aren’t you…? You were able to get there and fill everything with your perfection, enslave me… But I’m gonna be the one to fill your body, and you’re gonna fill everything around with your moans for me!”

“Yess-oooh...” She croaked in response, breathing heavily, her moans hoarse and inarticulate.

His free hand alternately pinched her nipples as he continued to pound into her from behind. His gaze met the greedy, stunned eyes of the employees at the door and Felix felt like the leader of a primitive tribe, showing everyone who was in charge and who owned the best female in the pack.

With the hand that had just tormented her nipples, he found her fingers, which froze between her legs, forgetting about their task, and he directed their movements. Marinette instantly responded with a loud, drawn-out moan, furiously rubbing her clit together with him, and in a moment Felix felt her walls collapse around him. He closed his eyes and buried his nose in her hair, feeling that he, too, was close, so very close, about to explode in her, when a disgustingly loud sound knocked him out of his sweet dope.

Felix lay in bed, breathing heavily and angrily looking at his phone on the nightstand, which was still ringing and buzzing. He stretched to take it and looked at the time, realizing with horror that this wasn’t the first or second repetition of his alarm, and that he had overslept. Not surprising, considering how long he couldn’t fall asleep yesterday, thinking about Marinette and anticipating how difficult his Monday at the office would be.

And now Monday came, and he was late for work, and in the morning he had a meeting with new employees of the sales department...

Damn it! He won’t have time to take a cold shower or jerk off to get rid of the boner caused by the wild fantasy which Felix was still shocked that was ever born in his subconscious... And how should he conduct the meeting now?

And all because of her!

Frustrated, he jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed, groaning as he stuffed the still painfully erect organ into his pants. His luck, or amazing foresight, was that Felix had only a few minutes to drive to his office. So a quarter of an hour later, hungry without breakfast and still extremely horny, Felix was already walking along the office corridors, ignoring the nervous greetings of his employees.

It’s not that he was always so impolite in his company, but today they would have to put up with his temper...

Turning into the corridor not far from his office, Felix saw how three employees — two men and a woman — were already entering the meeting room where their meeting with him was scheduled.

He shuddered.

And why in his dream would they come to his office and not in the meeting room?! Felix thought in confusion as he continued to his office to pick up the necessary papers.

He knew why, though. To fulfill his desire to own Marinette — the woman who turned him into a sparkling bundle of hot mess in only one dance — in front of the whole world, that’s why!

Felix walked into his office and instantly saw her naked figure on the table with a collar around her neck…

Of course, she wasn’t really there, but the memories of his dream were so vivid that he couldn’t help but imagine her on his desk. And how is he supposed to work now?! Not to mention meeting with the same employees who witnessed his power over her in that damn dream...

Felix grabbed the papers from the table with a sharp movement and headed into the meeting room, feeling a new rush of blood in his groin from the memory.

His subconscious came out with a fantasy of a perfect woman that wanted him, and now his real life, with all the reminders that it was, in fact, only a fantasy, will be turned into nothing more than one continuous nightmare...

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Marinette wasn’t sure what prompted her to get up from her seat and walk up to him right in the middle of an interdepartmental meeting in the conference room, but here she was, standing right in front of Felix Fathom, her lips dry from excitement and her arousal smeared on the inside of her bare thighs under the skirt — Felix looking at her with a frown, his mouth still open in the middle of the sentence he was saying when she rose from her seat.

But her madness couldn’t go on any longer! Ever since that corporate party, every night she had long, detailed erotic dreams about him. Every time she saw him in the office corridors or at meetings during this week, wild fantasies immediately surfaced in her mind and she was falling in a dreamworld where Felix was touching her, and where he was whispering dirty words in her ear, and where his scent was enveloping her and intoxicating her, and depriving her of her will.

It didn’t help at all that after that dance Marinette could sense it especially keenly, as if while they were dancing his scent had been absorbed into her nostrils, settled there, and Felix’s physical presence now awakened in her that feeling of closeness that she experienced a week ago. And the worst thing was that she needed it like a drug, so the very idea that tomorrow was Saturday and she couldn’t count on any corporate party or a random meeting to see him for the whole two days simply tore her apart.

Of course, Marinette was sure that her fantasies wouldn’t leave her alone all weekend, but she needed something more...

Felix seemed to become even more aloof over the past few days, and she had seen him be rude to employees several times — quite unusual behavior for him, because even being cold and distant, he usually only reprimanded subordinates when they deserved it. And these three new employees of the sales department would definitely not have time to earn his anger, besides, Felix himself chose and hired them and Marinette heard from Amelie that her son was pleased with the first days of their work. So it seemed to Marinette that something was happening to him too, but of course she knew that even if she was right, it couldn’t have anything to do with her...

Marinette walked into the weekly debriefing meeting—which was to be attended by the heads of all departments and key employees on current projects, among which she usually was—with both anxiety and anticipation. Amelie was absent today, so Felix had to lead the meeting himself, which meant that he would be the center of attention for quite a long time and she could ogle him with impunity, hidden among a large number of colleagues, though she was worried about somehow giving away her sharply increased attraction to him.

But then he started talking, and Marinette couldn’t help but think about how deep and sexy his voice sounded, as if caressing her skin with its vibrations, couldn’t tear her eyes from those hands that were holding an electronic pointer to show something on the big screen behind his back—with probably important information that she couldn’t perceive at the moment—and think about these same hands touching her, unbuttoning her blouse, getting under her bra, lifting up her skirt and sliding inside her panties...

She felt her hips tense, warmth spreading between her legs, a hot, wet desire that soaked her weightless panties smearing across her thighs from her nervous fidgeting on the chair. She couldn’t concentrate on what he was talking about at all, and when Felix took a glass of water to wet his throat after a long introduction to the meeting, Marinette couldn’t help but envy this glass, which took the warmth of his fingers and felt the touch of his lips.

Felix put the glass down and started talking again, and Marinette rose from her seat at the end of the long table and walked towards him, not quite knowing what she was going to say or do, but she felt as if she had no other choice. Even if she gets fired after this, she has to let herself at least once feel the touch of those lips on herself for real, and those hands, even if they touch her only to push her away, this one actual touch will be better than a hundred of her imaginary ones...

Felix stared at her for a while, as if waiting to hear why she approached him, then sighed, apparently trying to overcome his anger at being interrupted. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, if you have any questions about your project, later I’ll give everyone an opportunity to…”

He didn’t finish because Marinette pulled his face towards her with both hands and captured his lower lip with her lips. At first, Felix froze in surprise, his hands halfway towards her, most likely to protect himself from her attack. His mouth was slightly open from stopping in mid-sentence and Marinette decided that until he came to his senses, this was just what she needed to take as much as possible of what she would no longer be able to get.

She let go of his lip and slipped her tongue into his mouth, moaning involuntarily at the taste of him, at the warmth of his body so close to hers, at his scent finally truly surrounding her again — she could probably come just from feeling him so strongly near her once more. Her tongue found his, and the sensation of their contact was crazy, and dizzying, and so intoxicating that she didn’t immediately realize that Felix was kissing her back, his tongue chasing her tongue into her mouth, until she found herself sucking on it.

Felix’s hands lay on her waist and Marinette felt how he easily lifted her and sat her on the edge of the long conference table and moved closer, placing himself between her legs. She desperately moaned into his mouth, burying her hands in his hair, and now it was Felix who was kissing her, hovering over her so that she had to lean back under his pressure, his hand supporting her from behind. Her narrow office skirt, which didn’t allow her to spread her legs widely, was moved up, gathering at her waist and turning into something like a wide belt and no longer covering Marinette’s wet panties.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Felix croaked, pulling away slightly and again assaulted her mouth with a brazen kiss, as if he was the one who was attacking her, and not vice versa, “You interrupted my speech,” he scolded her, grabbing Marinette’s hair and pulling her head back so that her neck became an easy prey for him, and Felix immediately sucked on her skin hard, sure to leave a mark. “You deserve me to fuck you right here in front of all these dedicated employees whose work plans you so brazenly ruined...”

He pulled her head towards him again and began to kiss her hungrily on the mouth, but he no longer hung over her, allowing Marinette to straighten up. In fact, his hand no longer held her hair, and the one that had supported her back before also disappeared, and Marinette realized for the first time that she was sitting on the table in the conference room with her colleagues, her skirt rode up and her legs spread, and it seems that for her cheeky kiss she wasn’t threatened with dismissal, but something completely different...

She moved away from him, her hands that were still holding Felix’s hair straightening, and looked down, where the man had already unfastened the belt on his trousers and had just pulled down his pants along with underwear, releasing his proud flesh. Marinette could only stare at the divine organ, saliva forming in her mouth at the sight of it and her tongue greedily licking her lips as she felt a wild desire to try its taste at least once...

Perhaps she was supposed to be worried that Felix had taken off his pants in front of everyone and was going to... fuck her right here? But she couldn’t even make herself look at his face to check how serious he was, her eyes pinned to his manly core. Marinette licked her lips again and her hand released Felix’s hair, reaching out to take the fine specimen of male flesh, but his hand intercepted hers, catching her wrist.

“Oh no, Miss Dupain-Cheng, you are being punished for your impudent behavior at my meeting, so you are not allowed any liberties.” He raised his head and looked at the audience behind her, who were still watching what was happening in mute stupor — either in shock from her actions, or afraid of contradicting what their boss said and did. “I would dismiss you all right now, but that wouldn’t be fair since your time was also wasted, right?”

From behind her, affirmative exclamations were heard from those few who decided to answer him, and Marinette’s cheeks flushed with the belated realization of her predicament. Was he really going to fuck her right there, in front of all her co-workers? A wave of shame washed over her, and Marinette knew that she had to run away from here without looking back and never return, but she sat unable to move, because behind all this shame there was an even stronger emotion holding her back.

Possessiveness, or something she could call that word. Pride that he didn’t push her away, that he wanted her and she just saw with her own eyes how much. The desire to show all these people that Felix Fathom, whom no one could have, not even come close to him—and not because of lack of trying—chose her, her alone, and instead of firing her for her impudence, he was going to reward her with his gorgeous dick inside her pulsating cunt...

“Then it’s only fair that you witness me punishing our impudent designer,” Felix continued with a predatory grin, his hand sliding between her legs only to push her panties to the side. “So you may stay and enjoy the show.”

And he entered her without warning or prelude—not that she wasn’t ready for the invasion—roughly and deeply, making her instantly choke from the feeling of fullness inside her. Her lips were parted in a silent moan, her head was thrown back, her hands, by inertia, resting on the table to push herself towards him, to prolong and capture the heavenly feeling of his immersion.

Felix held her under her back and gently lowered Marinette onto the table, then grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, holding her weight so that only her back and head had support. “You are not allowed to interrupt me mid-sentence,” he scolded Marinette, making a new deep thrust into her, from which her ears began to ring slightly, because in this position Felix was reaching something incredibly sensitive deep inside her. “Otherwise I’ll have to punish you, like this,” he continued rhythmically hitting the same sensitive spot in her, making Marinette arch.

She looked with half-closed eyes upside down at the employees, who surprisingly enthusiastically greeted the punishment chosen by their boss. Several men stood with their pants unbuttoned and jerking off while watching Felix fuck her, and judging by the fact that he didn’t reprimand them, he believed that they had the right to do so for the fact that Marinette disrupted the course of their general meeting. Those who remained seated at the table, both men and women, were also clearly actively participating in the spectacle, if their rhythmically moving hands under the table were any indication.

Goodness, Felix Fathom was fucking her in front of the whole team right on the conference room table and the employees jerked off looking at her, but Marinette didn’t care at the slightest, because his dick entered her again and again, good and hard, pushing all the thoughts out of her mind, and it was divine, and wonderful, and she already were so close...

Marinette reached her hand to her clit to speed up the impending bliss, but Felix caught her hand again. “No, Miss Dupain-Cheng, you don’t deserve to come yet, right, everyone?” He asked his subordinates without taking his eyes off Marinette. “First I’ll let everyone else come looking at you being fucked, then I’ll cum inside you, and then maybe, and only if you behave very well, I’ll allow you to come.”

New exclamations of approval sounded among the heavy breathing of the employees filling the room—many more voices than last time—apparently the employees really liked the leadership style chosen by Felix. Marinette looked at the satisfied expression on his face and could neither be angry with him nor be offended, but only admire how his cheeks burned and his eyes sparkled, how his hair was tangled after her hands ruffled them and how in his gaze there wasn’t any malice, but only frank desire — so strong, she wasn’t sure that he would be able to resist cuming before his plan was compleated.

Felix changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and her thoughts immediately disappeared. “You wanted this from the very beginning, right, Marinette?” He croaked, seemingly unable to stop himself from fucking her a little faster. “You couldn’t take your eyes off me for a week, don’t think that I didn’t notice,” he said and Marinette could only moan in response, feeling that clit or not, she would soon cum despite his prohibitions. “You deliberately provoked me into this, knowing how I feel when I’m interrupted...”

And wasn’t it true? Even though she didn’t know what she was doing when she approached him, Marinette couldn’t argue with how much she wanted him...

“Please,” she heard herself beg, “Please let me come...” Her hand jerked toward her groin again, but Felix held her back.

“You haven’t put on enough of a show for my staff whose meeting you interrupted,” he said, shaking his head. “But perhaps if you moan louder, I’ll allow you to cum without waiting for the whole team,” he promised.

He wanted a show, so be it, Marinette’s melted brain thought, her hands already moving to her blouse to unbutton it. As soon as the first buttons were undone, Felix joined her initiative, shifting her bra up and exposing her breasts, and pinched Marinette’s hardened nipple, continuing to rhythmically fuck her while holding her weight with one hand. She responded vividly, arching back again with loud moans while his fingers were already attacking her second nipple, inverted images of her masturbating colleagues blurring before her eyes from the brightness of her sensations and the strength of her arousal.

And then Felix’s fingers suddenly laid on her clit, and this sensation alone was enough for the whole room to explode before her eyes with bright colors and sweet joy spread in every cell of her overexcited body…

When her eyes regained the ability to see and focused on Felix’s face, he looked at her with slight concern and it was completely imperceptible from his expression that he, too, came. Maybe he didn’t? Although just before she came, it felt like he was also close…

“Are you feeling unwell, Miss Dupain-Cheng?” He asked, frowning with concern and extended his hand to her. “Let me take you to the first aid room, it seems you’re close to losing consciousness.”

Unwell? On the contrary, she felt very, very well. Losing her consciousness? Quite likely when he was so deep inside her and...

Marinette finally perceived the room around her clearly and found herself sitting at the end of the table in her usual place for Friday meetings, her hand undone the button on her blouse and frozen on the second, a warm post-orgasmic swamp in her panties and pleasure still pulsing through her body.

Felix stood next to her, his hand extended to help her get up from the chair, and the employees around her looked with concerned expressions — either worried about her well-being or because their boss had never interrupted a meeting like this before, and he certainly never came up to help the employee like this either.

She took his hand, slightly shocked, and stood up slowly. “I... I feel a little sick... but I... I’ll find the first aid kit myself...” She muttered, horrified at finally realizing that her mind had fallen so far out of reality that it had painted her a hot erotic mirage right in the middle of the meeting, and now her face was burning and she could only hope that the results of her climax didn’t leak onto her skirt...

“Nonsense!” Felix snapped, leading her to the door, “I won’t risk you losing consciousness somewhere in the middle of the corridor. I’ll take you outside.” He insisted. “Pierre, continue on to the next project and further according to the meeting schedule.” He tossed it to his personal assistant while opening the door for her.

Marinette floated out into the corridor on weak legs, still leaning on his hand, completely confused. But judging by the fact that the previous picture was her wild imagination, Felix Fathom was actually leading her somewhere now, holding her hand — a real touch, dreaming of which her mind went crazy in the first place.

So at the moment she was ready to go with him anywhere.

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Marinette wasn't sure where she was or what she had just been doing, but she felt very, very good. Her whole body was pleasantly relaxed and pulsating with joy, although she was slightly hot, maybe even a little sweaty.

She reluctantly opened her eyes, because she had a feeling of some unfinished business, as if some duties were waiting for her and she needed to go somewhere, and although she really didn't want to leave this pleasant relaxation, the sense of duty, slightly dulled by pleasure, still won out.

When her gaze came into focus, Marinette relaxed again, immediately throwing off the nagging sense of duty—after all, in a dream she definitely didn't need to rush anywhere, and what she saw in front of her couldn’t be anything other than a dream.

Marinette had been having a lot of dreams like this lately, and even though their scenarios varied greatly, the essence was always the same and came down to approximately this scene in which she now found herself.

She, half-naked on the bed, because she had no time to undress completely in her impatience to pounce on him; Felix Fathom above her, slightly disheveled and sweaty after the passionate sex, breathing heavily, his gaze still clouded from the peak he’d just reached. In today’s dream, his shirt was still on him, too, although it was completely open, traces of Marinette’s fresh hickeys visible on his chest, and his cock was still pulsing inside her.

Marinette couldn’t believe she had missed that part of the dream where they were actually fucking! Usually, it was the longest and slowest part of her wet dreams, and sometimes she would even wake up before it was over and had to finish it herself…

This time, it was the opposite, although again, her body was still pulsating from an orgasm she didn’t remember having, so the pleasant sensations couldn’t be discounted, and she had nothing to complain about. Although… If she was still asleep, what was stopping them from repeating the performance? Only so that she would have more to remember this time…

“One more time?” Marinette purred with a seductive smile, only now noticing how much her breathing was ragged, too.

Felix's gaze cleared and he looked at her with a very strange expression—bewilderment mixed with amazement and something else equally unusual to see on his face.

“If you're feeling better already,” he said, slowly pulling himself out of her as they both gasped, “And you're not going to leave for your urgent business yet, then I don't see why not.” A devilish smile appeared on his face, which was much more expected from this man, “But this time we'll do it my way, and that means I'm allowed to undress you completely, for starters.”

Marinette listened to him in amazement, part of her mind distracted by thoughts of how she must have pounced on him in that first part of the dream that she missed, the other part greedily absorbed the heat and desire with which Felix looked at her despite the fact that he was inside her only a few seconds ago.

“God, this is the weirdest dream I had about you…” Marinette muttered, shaking her head, sitting up in bed to take off her blouse, which was still on her. “But also the clearest one. And no, I don’t have anything urgent to do until the morning, except for you, of course” she assured him, helping Felix out of his shirt and mentally noting that she had never dreamed about his bedroom either—usually it was her own room, or any room in the office where they both worked, so this was something new…

Felix froze, frowned, then obediently finished freeing himself from the shirt and sat down on his knees in front of her, his hands on his hips, as if he’d lost all excitement and wasn’t going to touch her anymore. “You don’t remember anything, do you?” He concluded, as if it was part of some previous conversation they had that she couldn’t recall.

“Don’t remember what?” Marinette asked suspiciously, because this dream was starting to seem less and less like a dream, despite the obvious signs.

And there were a lot of signs like that! Firstly, she couldn’t remember how she got here, and in reality people always remember such things. Secondly, she had never been in this room, although she knew that this was Felix’s bedroom—Marinette could see the layout of the buildings through the window and knew exactly where his apartment was. She wouldn’t admit that, but as Ladybug, she sometimes followed him from the office and even looked into his windows—just for research, of course—and that’s why she easily recognized his bedroom…

Thirdly, and most importantly, the fact that she and Felix were in bed together clearly belonged to the category of her dreams. Well, and other fantasies, and sometimes even daydreams, like that incident recently in the office, after which she thought that Felix would definitely realize what she was thinking about, tell his mother and she would fire her…

It's good that that day the whole office got distracted by an emergency at production and Marinette managed to hide and tidy herself up, removing the traces of how aroused she was at the meeting of colleagues while Felix was talking...

“We took this possibility into account,” Felix explained, again sounding as if he was discussing a topic that had been started earlier, and which she should have known about, but for some reason didn’t. “And I warned her that when you come to your senses you will be very upset that it was me, but Ladybug said that…”

Probably the horror that Marinette felt at the mention of her alter ego was reflected on her face, because Felix fell silent, looking at her with concern. By this point, her surreal feeling of half-sleep, half-reality had almost evaporated, giving way to the awareness of the present.

“Here, let me show you,” Felix said, nodding to himself, as if confirming his internal conclusions about how best to act with her. He got out of bed, seemingly not at all embarrassed by his nakedness in front of her, which in Marinette’s slow realization that she wasn’t asleep after all seemed very unusual, and took his phone from the bedside table. “I promise I’ll let you delete it yourself after you watch it.”

Marinette took the extended phone, completely forgetting that she was naked too, and pressed play, because in front of her was a video of Ladybug sitting in this very room, on this very bed. “Can’t you explain everything to her yourself?” Ladybug whined, looking at the camera, or perhaps at Felix, who was filming her.

“No, you’re going to tell her yourself,” his voice insisted from somewhere. “Because she won’t believe me.”

“Fine!” Ladybug snorted. “But I think you’re overdoing it. We have no reason to believe that I will definitely forget everything when the Akuma's effect ends, it doesn’t always happen. Maybe you just want a video to prove my identity!” While it was obvious that Ladybug was more teasing Felix than actually expecting a trick from him, because she spoke lightly and playfully, Marinette tensed up, because sex was clearly not the only thing she’d forgotten.

“I already know your name and you know I won’t tell anyone,” Felix grumbled from off-camera, “And I didn’t ask you to detransform in front of the camera, I just want you to explain again why you burst into my bedroom demanding sex. Because if you forget everything, your future self might not like your idea to come here very much.”

Now Marinette was sure not only that it wasn't a dream, but that Felix knew her secret identity... He also probably knew how much she wanted him, although Ladybug telling him who she was so that he could fuck her seemed too much even for her level of obsession with him... Marinette was torn between wanting to look at him and wanting to run away, but fortunately the video was still going on and was more important than both of those options, so she didn't have to decide.

“Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, she'll be very grateful to me for finally having a reason to drag you into bed for real,” Ladybug purred, then turned slightly, looking straight into the camera, as if to finally talk to herself. “I got hit by the Akuma, which firstly, as you can see, was very liberating, and secondly, makes 'your desired one' the center of your attention, and until you do all the dirty deeds with him that you've been dreaming about for so long…” She winked at the camera, “Well, that's in our case, of course, until then the effect of the Akuma won't end, so you can't even think about catching them.”

The puzzle in Marinette's head was almost complete, although she still couldn't understand how Ladybug, even under the influence of the liberating Akuma or whatever it was, could tell him who she was just like that.

“There, are you happy now?” Ladybug continued meanwhile, no longer talking to the camera, but looking slightly higher.

“Almost,” Felix's voice responded, “You still have to give your consent to what you want me to do,” he reminded.

“Consent?” Ladybug murmured with a predatory smile, “Spots off,” Marinette in the video got up from the bed and began to slowly approach the camera, unbuttoning her blouse. “Rather, it's you who should give me consent, darling,” she purred playfully, “But if you insist, why don't I show it to you, my consent, huh?”

The camera jerked and Marinette heard the sound of her name, exhaled by Felix's hoarse voice, and then the video cut off.

“Would you like to delete it?” Felix asked carefully. It turned out that all this time he was sitting next to her on the bed looking at the screen, their naked thighs almost touching.

Marinette continued to stare at the darkened screen of his phone, not knowing how to look him in the eyes after all this mess. For now she didn’t want to even think about the fact that there was an Akuma running somewhere around the city, and that Chat Noir was probably actively distracting them…

“Or are you surprised that she came to me?” The last question was spoken with some dark emotion in his voice, which she thought Felix was trying to hide.

Marinette thought that maybe she wasn’t the only one who felt vulnerable in this situation after all. She suddenly remembered that hazy look in his eyes when he was still inside her, the eagerness with which Felix agreed for another round before Marinette gave away that she didn't remember anything...

“The fact that she came to you doesn’t surprise me at all,” she admitted, “I’m her, after all, and I have the same dreams about you…” If Felix really hadn't realized how much she was into him yet, this should clarify it for him. “I just can't believe she told you who she was…” It felt a little weird to talk about herself in the third person, but given the situation, especially the lack of some memories, it felt more natural somehow.

Felix exhaled carefully, as if trying to hide the fact that he was holding his breath waiting for her answer, but Marinette still felt a warm satisfaction in her chest from the fact that he was so emotionally involved, especially when he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her back against his chest. He folded his hands over her stomach, as if choosing a more neutral spot until she gave her consent for more, and Marinette remembered how persistently he had demanded it from Ladybug.

Though there was probably little neutral about them sitting on his bed naked after sex…

“She didn’t have to tell me anything,” Felix explained as Marinette leaned her head back against his chest. “I’ve known who you were for a long time, so when Ladybug told me to blindfold myself while she used me for her… ‘professional purposes’, I told her there was no need to hide her face, because I already knew who she was under the mask.” That was the bomb he dropped on her, and while Marinette was digesting it, he muttered, “Besides, I would prefer to be able to see you when you’re in my bed for real…”

Marinette turned to face him, surprised. Was it possible that Felix dreamed of her as passionately as she dreamed of him? That he had the same hot dreams about her that she had about him, and imagined her in this very bed…?

“But if you’re worried about me telling someone who you are…” He fell silent, because Marinette was already shaking her head.

She had no idea when or how he found out, and it would probably be a fascinating story for another time, but for past Ladybug it was enough that he already knew who she was and hadn’t used this knowledge in any way, and for present Marinette this would also be enough for now. And although somewhere in the city an Akuma was still waiting for her…

Marinette freed herself from his arms and turned over on all fours, hanging over Felix. “Right now I’m more worried about the fact that after all these dreams I had about you, I finally had you, and I don’t even remember it, except for a short aftereffect that I barely felt because I thought I was sleeping…”

His gaze immediately darkened and Felix sank lower onto the pillows, luring her along with him. “I believe this is an unfortunate byproduct of your work that we urgently need to correct,” he muttered, helping her climb on top of him. “And while I was going to insist on playing by my rules this time, I’m willing to surrender to your will again to make up for what you forgot. A man can lose self-confidence if a woman uses his body only for ‘professional purposes’, you know…”

He looked at her carefully, as if waiting for a refutation of what Ladybug had probably only said as a joke, considering how much she actually wanted him.

“Well, this should boost your self-confidence then,” Marinette muttered against his lips, leaning down as her hand grabbed his rapidly hardening flesh, guiding it into her entrance. “Because this woman wants him so much that while there is an Akuma running around the city, and she supposed to catch them,” she lowered herself onto him, gasping against Felix’s lips as he sucked in a sharp breath, “She still won’t leave your room because of her urgent business, which she now knows about, until she fucks you…”

She raised herself up a little and sunk on him again, feeling how deeply his length penetrated her in this position. “No ‘professional purposes’ involved, purely for her own personal pleasure…” And she straightened up, dropping her hands on his bare chest and enjoying the sight of the man she had wanted for so long watching her with such awe.

“Marinette…” Felix whispered, closing his eyes, just to open them again, looking at her with a greedy gaze clouded with passion as Marinette began to fuck him with great diligence, trying to make herself feel that it was real, and not another vision from her dreams. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you…” He muttered, obediently following her rhythm. “It feels like I’ve already seen every sexual dream about you that could possibly be… And since that evening when we danced, I’ve completely lost the ability to remain calm in your presence…”

His words only made Marinette jump on him faster, as she tried to take more and more of him into herself. “No take backs,” she demanded, momentarily horrified at the thought that everything would end today, as it had begun, because of Ladybug’s ‘professional need’, no matter how much Felix’s words and actions suggested otherwise.

“There’s no way I’m letting you go now, darling,” Felix croaked, taking the initiative and starting to fuck her from below, hands holding her hips tightly. “Even cold showers stopped helping me, because I still think about you,” he admitted, moving faster, and clearly approaching his release. “Now you will be with me in the shower, and on the desk in my office, and everywhere where I could only imagine you before…”

Marinette had a lot of ideas to add to this list, but she was captured by the sensations and threw her head back with a loud moan, feeling some particularly good position, and a good rhythm, and took the initiative back, jumping on him, and groaning, and feeling how each time he got right where she needed him to, and how she needed him, and that just a little more, just a little bit faster, and…

This time, when Marinette came to her senses after an orgasm, she knew exactly where she was, who she was lying on, and what she had just been doing. And although she still couldn't believe that it had actually happened, and not just once, she gave herself over to the delight that her body continued to experience with pleasure.

“I... like your ideas... about the desk... and the shower…” She said, still unable to breathe calmly. She opened her eyes and sat up a little, meeting Felix's gaze. “It's a shame... that I have to go now…”

His relaxed face immediately tensed and the man frowned. “Right…” He muttered, clearly very unhappy with the idea of ​​her leaving.

It took Marinette only a few seconds to understand what had upset him so much, considering that she was going to come back. After all, for Felix, this was also something unrealistic, judging by what he said and how he acted. At work, and in his life in general, he was used to being in control, so now he probably felt especially vulnerable.

“You know what,” she purred, leaning down to his lips, “I don’t hear any sounds of destruction outside, so Chat Noir is probably doing well for now, and maybe I still have some time to shower…”

Felix continued to frown for a second, then she felt him twitch inside her just as his face lit up.

“Only this time we do it by my rules,” he demanded with a playful smirk, “My shower has seen many fantasies about you, and now I want to know for sure that you are real…” He sat up, swinging his legs off the bed and grabbing her under the hips, seemingly intending to carry her into the shower without pulling out.

Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling into his chest and smiling, because she, too, wanted more confirmation that this time they really were together.

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Even long before that day, every time she saw him, something strange happened to her. Marinette couldn't explain it or name it properly, it was as if something in her began to persistently tick, signaling, like a metal detector approaching metal.

She couldn't really like him or something, right?

Well, he was certainly a very attractive man, literally sharing the appearance of her photo model friend—there was no doubt about it! But Marinette refused to accept that a person with such a bad character was capable of real feelings and would be good in a relationship, so she pitied the girl who would end up with him in advance. If, of course, Felix Fatom would ever go so far as to date someone.

And then that day happened.

The situation was as absurd and implausible as it was real and very, very tangible, literally with her body, so Marinette couldn't even convince herself that she wasn't dreaming all this…

She knew that wearing such a tiny swimsuit wasn't a good idea, of course, but Alya convinced her that for a perfect tan you need to expose to the sun as much skin as possible, and Marinette decided that they were all adults, and that it was time to somehow overcome her teenage shyness, and put on that tiny bikini that her friend had thoughtfully picked out for her.

She couldn't have imagined that her clumsiness would be the reason that she would end up in such a precarious position because of this swimsuit, without which everything probably wouldn't have gone so far and so quickly!...

Her entire former class gathered at the beach, as they sometimes did this summer, to stay together a little longer until autumn scattered them each to their own affairs. And today most of them were playing beach volleyball, except for Nathaniel, who was drawing something far away from everyone, a couple of girls who were whispering in the opposite direction, glancing at the guys from the neighboring company, and of course Felix Fatom, who, to her surprise, was lying on the blanket spread right on the sand, albeit under an umbrella, as if his royal person had decided to allow himself to do without a chaise lounge.

The metal detector inside Marinette started ticking as soon as she saw him, but she tried not to pay any attention to it, and went to play with everyone, on purpose, so as not to think about him. She was so successfully distracting herself by talking to old friends, that when she went to drink water, she really didn’t consider the fact that she would pass by him, twice.

Even her metal detector was misleading her, keeping quiet, as if to avoid admitting her approach to him, so when Marinette tripped and fell down, finding herself in the situation she found herself in, and that wayward alarm in her finally alerted her to his presence, it was too late to run away.

Or rather, it was always possible to run, of course, but Marinette's body seemed to want anything but running…

She couldn't explain exactly how it happened that his hand ended up between her legs—probably Felix saw that she was about to fall on him, and tried to catch her, not having time to turn completely—but Marinette ended up lying on her back right next to him, much closer than she ever expected to be. She could feel the muffled hot sand through the blanket, one of his hands under her shoulders, while the other was distinctly right there, between her legs.

Felix stared at her as dumbfound as she stared at him—either from her unexpected fall, or from the position they found themselves in: he lying on his side next to her, his back to his former classmates playing in the distance, his right hand slipped under her easily shifted bikini bottom, his fingers buried right in the slit between her folds.

The metal detector was ringing so desperately and wildly in her head, suddenly notifying her of his proximity, that it seemed her ears even got blocked from this ringing and Marinette heard the beach noise in the distant background—all her attention focused on the feeling of his closeness, which was even stronger than the ringing.

And then his fingers moved.

Marinette couldn't tell if Felix was about to pull his hand out of her panties, or if he hadn't even realized it was there yet, but his movement sent an electric shock through her body with such force that she gasped, and he froze.

Felix looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time, and Marinette even wondered if he somehow didn't recognize her, so stunned he seemed. But then his gaze cleared, and his lips, parted in surprise, opened even wider as he began to move again.

Instead of pulling away, his fingers went deeper between her folds, sliding inside, where it instantly became wet, as if the contact with his skin acted as a catalyst for some strong chemical reaction in her body with the rapid release of a huge amount of thick lubricant…

Marinette couldn't remember her body ever getting so aroused so quickly and so profusely, but that wasn't what she was focusing on right now. Her eyes were fixed on his eyes, which clouded over as quickly as her middle got wet, suddenly so lost that it was hard to tell whether Felix realised what exactly he was doing or not.

“You need to hit me hard,” he croaked in a low voice, his gaze clearing up a little, and Marinette's eyes widened even more in bewilderment at what was happening than before.

This didn’t seem like one of his games or pranks, and she had never seen those eyes so unguarded and languid, but the absurdity of this situation, coupled with the way her groin was throbbing from intense arousal, didn’t help her understand what he meant.

“I won’t be able to stop otherwise,” he explained hoarsely, his fingers sliding a little deeper into her. “I'm pathetic like that…”

It definitely wasn't about any games or pranks, Marinette managed to conclude as she gasped once more and involuntarily thrust her groin towards him, arching and spreading her legs slightly.

“Bloody…” Felix croaked, swallowing, and closed his eyes for a moment. “Even if you hate me even more after this, Marinette,” he said, his fingers moving back and forth inside her in a slow rhythm, “Even if you kill me when you realize that anyone can come and see us… I don't think I'll stop even if you punch me…”

The last thing she wanted was for him to stop, Marinette realized, closing her eyes to somehow block out her explosive arousal, which his confession had only intensified several times over.

Yes, they were on the beach, and although she was covered on one side by a low umbrella set up right next to the sand, and on the other by Felix himself, someone could really come up for water, like her, or just walk past them on the beach.

She didn't care.

Marinette felt like the incredible feeling she was experiencing being in such intimate proximity with him was worth any risk, because it already overshadowed everything she had ever felt next to a man.

It was as if all the tension that had always been in the air between them since he moved to Paris, which she considered hostile, had all this time been something completely different. And it seemed like her metal detector had been trying to tell her this for a long time, buzzing somewhere on the back of her mind every time Felix Fathom appeared in her line of sight, and Marinette had refused to interpret these signals correctly until they became this loud ringing in her ears, this unmistakable “He is the one!” that she had so long and diligently ignored.

“Don’t…” Escaped her lips, and Felix sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes becoming absolutely desperate, as if it was her hand in his shorts now and not the other way around, and as if he would go crazy if she didn’t move.

He was the one to move instead, his fingers setting a more confident, more insistent rhythm, purposefully pushing her almost non-existent bikini to the side, his parted lips breathing in and out in time with his movements inside her.

“Fuck, Marinette,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. “In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined what kind of madness it would be to touch you…” He muttered, his fingers sliding into her hot, pulsating depths. “How could I not end up one of those miserable, pathetic men, desperately dreaming of you without any hope…”

His near-confession sobered her up a bit, though Marinette couldn’t ignore her fast-approaching orgasm even if her life depended on it, or worse, if all of her ex-classmates had run to get some water. In truth, the fact that they were technically lying in the middle of the beach and almost undisguised was the least of her concerns now, but what he just said…

“Felix…” She gasped, because this man couldn’t really have been hiding some feelings for her from her all this time, could he?

The man she considered cold and arrogant, incapable of warm feelings, not to mention passion… And here it was, flaring up between them just now, so instantly and so strongly, like an old building flares up from the slightest spark if it has been doused with gasoline for too long…

And what was that about pathetic men dreaming about her, anyway?

Marinette let out an involuntary moan and reflexively squeezed her thighs as bliss washed over her so abruptly, all thoughts of men quickly evaporated from her head, except for the one around whose fingers her walls were now pulsating so wildly. And her vision darkened from the sudden draining of the remaining blood from her head.

Marinette was still floating in the clouds when Alya's voice spoke to her from somewhere quite close.

“Where have you gone, girl?” Her friend said, sound quickly approaching, and Marinette realized that Alya would be the one to catch her and Felix in their unplanned activity. “Are you feeling unwell or something?” The woman asked with concern rather than the expected condemnation, considering that Felix's hand was still in its former place between Marinette's legs.

Only now did she finally come to her senses enough to discover that she was lying under another summer blanket, although how and when Felix managed to cover them both with it Marinette had no idea.

“She's fine, Cesaire,” Felix muttered hoarsely, seeming to try to speak in his usual detached tone, but his breathing was still slightly ragged.

Alya stared at him as if she had just noticed that he and Marinette were lying on the same blanket and covered with another, together. “What are you…” She began, frowning. “Did you…”

It seemed that Alya couldn’t quite find a logical explanation for the fact that the two main debaters in their former class were so close to each other, even to formulate a question about it. So she just kept looking from Felix to Marinette and back for a while.

“Are you okay, girl?” She asked finally, half-concerned, half-suspicious.

Felix also turned to Marinette, the same question in his eyes, albeit with a different, much deeper meaning.

Maybe for Alya this man looked the same as always, but Marinette couldn’t forget his desperate gaze—she seemed to be able to still see it in his eyes, waiting for her decision.

She freed both hands from under the blanket and pulled his face towards her, leaning back onto his left arm and causing Felix to almost fall over on top of her as their lips met.

“Oh God,” he seemed to gasp into her lips before taking control of the kiss, which made her quickly forget about Alya and remember his fingers still buried in her, as a sampler, an appetizer of what was waiting for her ahead…

“Alix was right, damn it…” Alya grumbled somewhere nearby, “I can’t believe I actually didn’t notice how this started right under my nose…”

Marinette couldn’t believe it either, but she was now sure that something had definitely started between them, and she didn’t plan on ending it any time soon. If ever.

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How can you throw away your heart so foolishly, so carelessly?! Felix thought, pacing back and forth across the room in his uncle's house where he was temporarily living.

They were grown men, after all: this guitarist with a hint of universal wisdom in his eyes, and this artist who may even have some talent, and even this cousin of his, who only knows how to smile in front of the camera during the day, and at night whine to his kwami ​​about life and sigh sadly, looking out the window…

They all should understand that allowing themselves to fall in love with a woman so hopelessly and therefore absurdly is completely unacceptable! Regardless of whether they knew her as Ladybug or as Marinette Dupain-Cheng, there was no point in pining for a girl who didn’t reciprocate their feelings!

So what if she had these deep blue eyes that could instantly suck you into their depths, simultaneously trapping you under the thickness of the ocean and making you soar in the heavenly heights?! So what if her hair beckoned you so much that you wanted to bury your face in it and forever remain immersed in the smell of vanilla, and the Parisian wind, and mystery...?

A grown-up self-respecting man must be able to control himself, mustn't he? After all, he, Felix Fathom, kept himself in check and kept a decent distance from her, no matter how often she caught his eye in one of her disguises or another! And he didn’t allow her to mislead him with her charming smiles, and displays of courage, or fragility, or care, or audacity, and all this tireless desire of hers to live, and create, and love the whole world!..

So what if when she smiles at him as they meet, his heart stops?! He is quite capable of surviving the torment, remaining subject to himself and not falling at her feet with some songs, or drawings, or red roses…

He knows perfectly well that she would reject him just as she rejected each of these pathetic men. And he doesn’t want to be among the losers, and so desperate at that that they continue to pine for her, and to dedicate songs to her, and paintings, and long dreamy speeches to the sarcastic kwami…

If she rejected even a superhero, her own partner, and twice with that: first Chat Noir as Ladybug, and then Adrien as Marinette—albeit in her characteristic gentle manner, for which people immediately want to forgive her all her sins—then what hope can there be for Felix, who, unlike the glorious Adrien, is considered by everyone to be a gloomy rude man?

He always looked at life realistically and wasn’t going to humiliate himself by revealing his feelings to her, like all these fools! He doesn’t even have any feelings at all!

So what if he thought about her a few times before going to bed—people can think about anything to fall asleep faster! Maybe he only counted and recounted all his meetings with her like some people count sheep while falling asleep!

So what if her image constantly pops up before his eyes during the day—it's just like... it's like... she's everywhere here, right?—as Marinette and as Ladybug—so it's impossible not to think about her, like about something that's constantly around you! Like air...

No, of course he didn't mean that she was like air to him! Not at all!

Yes, she really does have a nice face! And you really want to stare at it non-stop… But if you like looking at a painting in a museum, it doesn't mean that you’re in love with that painting!

Felix doesn't dedicate songs and drawings to her, does he? He doesn't run after her with red roses and all that, which means he doesn't have any feelings for her! And even if he did, they would probably be superficial, and they'd soon dissolve. As soon as he finishes all his business in Paris and returns to London, he'll probably forget about her altogether.

So what if for some reason he suggested to his mother that they think about moving to Paris? It was just an ordinary question, and she probably didn’t attach any importance to it! And the fact that he’s already looking for a house, just in case, is simply what a caring son was obliged to do for his mother!

And those meetings that he arranged with potential partners in Paris are simply a safety net. He is a realist, after all, and must be prepared for any scenario. And it has nothing to do with any blue-eyed girls!

Besides, it’s much more convenient for Felix to live in his uncle's house for now. He quickly learned who owns the Black Cat Miraculous, and Hawk Moth’s identity didn’t remain a mystery to him for long either. These two are obviously father and son, and the inability to hide their double personalities is clearly in their blood.

It turned out to be a very funny activity—to eavesdrop on either a sad monologue of a model to a small flying cat, or a malicious bloodthirsty monologue of a half-mad uncle talking to butterflies...

Pathetic…

Of course, Felix could come to Ladybug with the name of her enemy on a silver platter, or even steal the Miraculous from his uncle himself, but what good would that do?! Chat Noir had done so much for her, saved Ladybug so many times, and she still rejected him...

This damn heartbreaker... She liked to play the image of a sweet, kind girl, but in reality drives men crazy, giving them no hope for reciprocity! Felix won't allow himself to become one of them!...

So what if he thinks about her while touching himself, imagining how she will be kneeling in front of him, with or without a mask, her mouth full of his cock, her eyes devoted and grateful for what he allowed her…

Felix sighed and fell onto the bed.

Damn it, he started this whole monologue precisely to convince himself to throw her out of his head as quickly as possible. To stop making up reasons to stay in Paris just to be able to see her...

He should have guessed right away that thinking about her—whatever the essence of these thoughts was—couldn’t lead to anything except what it always led to: thinking about her more…

Felix lowered his pajama pants, his feet still touching the floor, his head leaning back on the soft mattress, and released his flesh, which immediately began hardening at the first thought of her. It was surprising that this time he was able to think about (and of course reject) so many arguments against her…

He grabbed his length with his palm and lazily ran it along the shaft a few times, his free hand already rummaging in the nightstand in search of lubricant—in his fantasies, she was always very, very wet when he entered her, so it helped create the right sensation…

Felix gasped as the cold, thick liquid he had squeezed out of the bottle dripped onto his tip, and immediately began to smear it along the entire length. Yes, just like that, that’s the way he would slide inside her—a reward for all his long restraint.

In his dreams, she always begged him to take her… Felix didn’t even think up why, it was just that in his fantasies, this insidious heartbreaker, tormenting the entire city with her tight suit—the curves that he couldn’t help but notice on Marinette afterwards, no matter what she was wearing—for some reason chose him out of all those hundreds of men burning with the desire to make her theirs.

Fantasies didn’t require explanations. Here, he could take her whenever and wherever he wanted—from his own bed to the top of the Eiffel Tower—and she would let him. Here he could be as passionate as he wanted and confess his love to her in all words accessible to her understanding, and without them.

In his dreams, Felix didn't have to guard his burning heart and could just allow himself to be happy with her in his arms…

His hand moved faster as his breathing quickened and became ragged.

Surprisingly, it was these naively romantic dreams about her that turned him on the most. It was ironic that the image of her having a cup of coffee on his bed, smiling at him with that signature soft Marinette-Dupain-Cheng-smile after a steamy night of Ladybug-style, was the one that blew his mind the most.

Felix would come over and take the cup from her hands, remove his shirt from her shoulders, which was only lightly thrown over them, leaving her breasts naked, and stick his cock in her mouth.

He wanted to become the taste of morning coffee for her.

He wanted to see how willingly she would immediately open her lips, accepting him. To see how her eyes would light up, greedy and languid, ready to exchange coffee for his taste with absolute ease.

She would swallow him hungrily, casting aside all the masks of innocence, in the truth of which her admirers are so convinced. She would hold on to his hips, not letting him escape until she sucked everything out of him to the last drop…

“Marinette… Fuck, Marinette…” Felix whispered, quickly jerking his hand along his length, her burning blue gaze staring at him right before his closed eyes…

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Here she pushes his hand away and slides her hand over his inflamed flesh instead… Here she adds some cold lubricant, causing him to gasp again and open his eyes in bewilderment.

“That’s my favorite part,” she says, and Felix, almost at the peak of his bliss and in great confusion, stares at Ladybug, who is sitting on his bed and jerking him off.

Being lost somewhere between fantasy and reality, Felix’s mind didn’t immediately realize whether it was happening in his imagination or in his room.

“You know, the one where you stop fighting me and surrender…” The half-real Ladybug continued, slowing her movements, as if to torment the man who was already on the edge a minute before.

“Of course you think you’ve won,” she smiled, not hiding her devilish nature, which only Felix seemed to recognize behind all those socially-approved masks that she regularly wore in front of the Parisian public. “But you and I know who really won, don’t we…?”

She sped up her movements sharply, the lubricant quickly warming up on his hot skin, and with its excess created the sensation of his most explicit fantasies, and Felix leaned back on the mattress, surrendering to the orgasm that washed over him, the lost “Marinette…” in a woozy whisper on his lips…

She was sucking him, he realized, she was sucking out the remains of his seed, the feeling of her mouth on his cock making him quickly get hard again.

It seemed that the blood hadn’t even had time to return to his brain, because when he opened his eyes, Felix didn’t immediately understand what he saw in front of him. Or rather, what he saw was hard not to understand, because it was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, dressed in his shirt and with her naked breasts on display, selflessly sucking his dick.

Felix was sure that he had just seen Ladybug, but he wasn’t sure how real she was. And this Marinette, who he was just thinking about in exactly this form—naked and in his shirt, with his cock between her lips—was she a figment of his imagination as well?

He certainly needed to stop her to give his brain a chance to think, but… how could a self-respecting man stop his best fantasy?...

Marinette dropped his cock from her mouth and looked at Felix with huge blue eyes. “Do you like it better with the mask?” She asked in such an innocent voice, as if clarifying his food preferences. “I can transform back, of course, but to be honest I had other plans…”

She got up from the floor where she was kneeling before and crawled onto the bed, standing above him on all fours—his shirt open on her and her body underneath completely naked.

“Do you like it?” she asked playfully—he kept staring at his shirt on her for a while, apparently. “I stole it about a month ago when I was eavesdropping on one of your regular monologues about what a terrible woman I am and how much you love me.” Marinette looked at him pointedly. “You’re not contradicting yourself at all, by the way,” she teased, sitting on his stomach, her wet middle feeling cool against his skin.

“This is all your fault,” the woman noted, catching his bewildered glance at her crotch. “It’s because I was just in time for my favorite part! You know, the one where you give in and finally fuck me, first with the mask on, then without, and, well, what can I say…” She raised herself up and grabbed his flesh by the base, guiding the tip to her entrance, “I liked the idea so much that today I decided to take part in it…”

Felix could only stare, stupefied, as she lowered herself onto him, her eyes half closed, her lower lip clenched between her teeth. One part of his mind was screaming that she was actually here, and about to fuck him, and the other part hissing back “Shut up! Don’t distract me!”

Marinette completely immersed him in herself and opened her deep, darkened with languor eyes. “You know, when I masturbate with a vibrator, thinking about you, it doesn’t even come close to the real thing…”

Her voice was hoarse and low, her eyes seemed drunk, and Felix tried with great difficulty to hold on to the thought that she was really here, because the very idea that it could have been just another one of his endless fantasies seemed a nightmare.

“This shirt hasn’t smelled like you for a long time,” she complained, rising a little and dropping herself onto him again, “I’m gonna need another one…”

Felix didn’t even have time to process what she said before a hoarse “Anything you want…” had already escaped his lips.

Marinette looked at him with a dreamy, thoughtful gaze, as if she wasn’t fucking him at that very moment, but as if they were on a romantic date and had some special moment.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” She whispered, leaning down to touch his lips with a completely pure, innocent kiss. “You would give me all I want, and you wouldn’t whine about why I didn’t choose you if I hadn’t come… That’s probably why I’m here, love, because that's exactly what I want from you… and because instead of settling for less, you want the same from me.”

She started fucking him with such fury, as if this was exactly the way she wanted to get from him everything she had talked about—right here and now.

The sensation of being inside her completely blew his mind, so Felix didn’t fully realize that he was probably supposed to feel very vulnerable in front of her right now…

It did turn out that while he was walking around his uncle's house, hiding in corners and eavesdropping on the pathetic monologues of his relatives, she was eavesdropping on his long grumbling to himself that Felix loved to indulge in, locked in his room.

And it didn't seem pathetic to her.

It seemed that she said something that was supposed to mean that she wanted to be with him, didn’t she…? And although with the approach of a new orgasm, Felix's mind became so scattered that he was unable to remember what exactly and make sure whether he understood her correctly, he was somehow certain that her words meant exactly this…

And then her walls collapsed around him and Felix came so hard that he couldn't even try to think about anything anymore, stars flashing before his eyes. Although maybe it was hundreds of thousands of tiny ladybugs, dissipating in the blue Parisian sky…

Felix came to his senses from her greedy, insistent kiss, not at all like that innocent one, and reflexively grabbed her shoulders, still feeling her walls contracting and pulsating around him.

“Mmmm…” Marinette drawled against his lips, “After that I don’t even want to get out of bed, let alone drag myself to the basement to take the Miraculous from Hawk Moth…”

Felix stared at her with wide-open eyes.

“What?!” She grumbled defensively. “You were muttering it about your uncle yesterday in one of your monologues!” She exclaimed accusatively. “I can’t leave them with him now that I know who he is!”

She had already gotten everything she wanted from him, Felix realized. The name of his enemy and Felix himself, completely open before her with all his feelings, right at her feet. His endless attempts to deny them didn’t save him after all—nothing would prevent her from turning around and leaving his life right now, leaving him among those pathetic men...

“I could do it tomorrow, of course...” Her voice purred in his ear and Felix turned his head towards the sound in confusion.

Unperturbed, Marinette slowly lifted her groin and lowered herself onto him again, awakening his organ that had been dormant inside her until now of its well-deserved rest. “Or I could lend my Miraculous to my boyfriend so that he could do everything by himself and pleasantly surprise me tomorrow morning when he brings me coffee in bed. That way I could very well do something much more exciting tonight...”

It took him a moment to realize that it was he, that boyfriend who was offered to steal the Miraculous from his uncle with the help of her own one. Apparently his blood got lost on the way back to his head…

But then she lifted herself up above him again, and dropped herself again, too, shifting on top of him so that her nipple was pressed against his lips, and Felix had no choice but to take it into his mouth.

Not that he minded, of course, but it made his blood change its course once more, returning downwards, and he decided that he could think carefully later about what actions this hot woman (his girlfriend?)—who seemed to have decided to fuck him senseless today—expected from him…

Felix didn't mind. After all, even in his deepest denial, he could never really refute that he wanted her. All of her.

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His dick was pounding into her quickly—the speed near incommensurate with the wide amplitude of his movements, his length almost leaving her and entering her with hard thrusts again and again. Felix held her hips tightly, her chest pressed to the bookshelf—the glass rattling resentfully in response to each push.

Probably the second floor of Adrien's room wasn’t the most suitable place for sex with his cousin, but to be honest, it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to cling to reality with its prohibitions, all Marinette’s attention somewhere there, where delicious discharge was already so close.

“Fuck, Felix…” She moaned, arching to slightly direct his movements to where it would be even closer, even more sensitive, bringing her over the edge even faster. “He’ll come any minute… We shouldn't have-oh… oh dear God… oh yes… Felix, yes, yes…”

“Then you must be a good girl,” Felix croaked, breathing heavily into her neck and forcing her to arch from his hot breath even more, to stick her ass out to him further, “And come before he does…”

“Rub my clit then...” She demanded, his hand instantly and effortlessly finding the right place, her jeans and panties pulled down almost to her knees by now. “Yes, oh yes, like that... oh god, Felix... oh god... oh-my-fucking-god-you're-so-good…”

“If you moan so loudly... Natalie will come here even before Adrien does...” He warned, entering her cunt with another strong thrust and causing her body to be torn between arching back against his cock and forward against his fingers tormenting her clit.

“I just... I can't... when you fu-oh-fuck me so hard... I- oh my... Felix... oh... I'm gonna come... oh god, faster... faster, Feli-ohh…”

He started to shag her so hard and fast, it seemed like the entire bookcase shook and a couple of books even fell off the shelves, but by that point Marinette didn't really care. Her eyes were squeezed tightly, her mouth was open in a silent moan, her body was stretched like a string at the peak of her blissful pleasure...

The door swung open and footsteps were heard downstairs.

Felix froze inside her for a moment—Marinette diligently trying to navigate through her orgasm in what was happening and failing—then clamped his hand over her mouth and slightly moved her body away from the rack and towards the far corner without pulling out of her. He took a couple of steps back, dragging her along with him, then pulled out a little and again abruptly entered deep into her with one strong thrust.

Marinette's eyes flew open, and she was sure that she would have let out a loud cry of pleasure if Felix's hand hadn’t clamped her mouth so tightly, because his thrust revived her fading orgasm and renewed the sensations in her even brighter, hitting some very right, very sensitive spot deep inside her.

“Hey, guys!” Adrien called from downstairs. “Nathalie told me you were waiting for me!.. Mari? Fe?”

Marinette stood still and didn't know what to do, but Felix didn't seem bothered with the situation at all, as he pulled out slightly and entered her with another hard push, his impressive length sliding smoothly and tightly between her pulsating, swollen walls, well lubricated by her previous orgasm.

Marinette bit the palm of his hand covering her mouth to keep from making sounds. She moved her hand back and grabbed Felix's hip, pressing him closer to her, as if it were still possible, but this feeling of him inside her was something completely incredible today—all because of such a forbidden place as Adrien's room, probably—and she wanted to hold on to it somehow.

She should definitely explore this new kink of hers later, because it turned her on way too much, as soon as her friend would leave the room, hopefully, although the possibility that Adrien would see them fucking ran an electric charge up her spine, igniting a new thirst.

She had certainly been attracted to the idea of ​​being fucked in front of someone before, of everyone seeing how Felix owned her, but now, when this possibility was literally one step or sound away… it filled her with complete horror and incredible arousal all at once—speaking of the intrapersonal conflict between the primal social instincts and cultural taboos...

Adrien's steps went back to the door as he muttered something about the possibility of them waiting for him in the living room, and the door slammed closed behind him.

Felix let go of her mouth and grabbed her hips with both hands, and Marinette felt another deep thrust, reaching right where she needed, which also meant that it almost tore her apart. He seemed to press her to himself so hard, as if he wanted to pierce her through and through and string her on his cock like a bead.

It seemed the fear of being seen had turned her on more than Marinette thought, because a few more short, deep thrusts and her body was shaking again with uncontrollable pleasure—her mind and the space around her seemed to be shaking as well, while her man was pulsating deep inside her, his seed pouring into her.

Felix was shaking too, his breathing broken and heavy. He carefully removed his hands from her hips and wrapped his arms around her, leaning on Marinette from behind and transferring some of his weight.

“God, Marinette, you’re so bloody damn hot I can’t keep my dick away from you even in my cousin’s room…” He breathed out into her ear.

“So now it’s my fault!” She exclaimed in disbelief. “I told you from the start we shouldn’t have done it here!”

“And then you lure me to the second floor away from the view for what, if I may ask?” Her boyfriend returned quite reasonably, a lazy, relaxed amusement in his voice.

Marinette sighed contentedly. Well, maybe she really wanted to kiss a little, maybe even play a little... but not full-blown sex in Adrien's room, right? Especially not in Adrien's presence!

She shuddered pleasantly at the thought and Felix made some kind of smug sound from behind her.

“Come on, darling, admit it,” he teased. “You wanted him to walk in on us, didn't you? You wanted me to fuck you knowing we're gonna be interrupted.”

Of course, she could deny everything, but…

Marinette felt her walls convulsively contract around his cock from this idea. Felix was still inside her, so he could perfectly track her reactions, her excitement about public sex included, so she remained silent.

“Tell me, sweetheart, how would you like someone to see me enter you?” Felix purred right into her ear, barely noticeably starting to move inside her again, his not yet completely softened cock instantly hardening again. “If you had your way, you'd let everyone watch me fuck you, isn’t that right?”

It felt like for a moment she had no air left in her lungs from this idea alone, not to mention the hot primal impulse that accompanied it together with the horror that was felt by the remnants of the former modest Marinette, which she was before she met this amazing man.

It seemed that the woman in her, detachedly observing her internal torment from the side, was once again experiencing incredible pleasure from how her new emancipation mercilessly crushed all her previous fears, each time emerging victorious.

Marinette felt her blouse lift up in front, hot skin feeling the coolness of the room, and his possessive hands cupped her now bare breasts from behind, fingers squeezing her nipples. She leaned back on his chest, closing her eyes in pleasure and not holding back encouraging moans.

Felix did everything so skillfully, continuing to fuck her in a slow rhythm, that she didn’t even immediately notice how he moved them both, turning her to face the glass fence. Only when she rested her naked stomach against the glass, Marinette noticed that their position had changed, but Felix had just squeezed her nipples once again, accompanying it with a slight acceleration of his rhythm, so that she gave in to the sensation, accepting his thrusts and forgetting about everything else.

“You like knowing that you’re mine, aren’t you, love?” Felix whispered, fucking her from behind, his hands squeezing her breasts relentlessly. “You want everyone to know how much you've turned my head. You want everyone to see that I can't control myself when you’re near…”

These were pleasant confessions, and sounded as if Felix wanted her so much that he wouldn’t care if anyone saw them, and the drive it gave her made Marinette feel crazy in a special, very sweet way. Not to mention that after seeing them fucking everyone would know that he was hers, only hers—it would feel like the best male in the pack belonged only to her...

Marinette felt that she was about to come, her previous orgasms seemed to be built together into the construction of this new, incredible force of arousal, which was already so close to finding its release. She moaned loud, needy moans, a blurry outline of the room like a narrow slit in front of her almost closed eyes, when something moved below and she heard a gasp.

Marinette looked down at the stunned Adrien, who was standing on the first floor, his head thrown back to look up. His jaw was hanging open, and he was staring at his cousin fucking his friend in his room with wide-open, bewildered  eyes.

“That's what you wanted, isn't it?” Felix croaked in her ear, continuing to impale her at a frantic pace.

It was hard to argue with his statement, because at the sight of the stunned Adrien watching her being fucked hard and sweaty by her man, Marinette felt an orgasm begin to cover her with such force that she could no longer stand on her feet, and it seemed that she maintained an upright position only due to how intensely Felix was thrusting into her now.

“Fuck, Felix... Fuck…” she moaned loudly, her eyes closing again and her mind surrendering to the feeling of an endless fall into the sky, her whole body melting in perfect bliss.

She was vaguely aware of Felix pushing into her one more time and then stilling, pulsing and erupting inside her as they both shook in another orgasm…

“Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?”

Through the thick, boundless pleasure, Marinette suddenly remembered that she was actually in her friend's room, whose presence she had forgotten about as soon as that very presence played its role in her incredible game. She opened her eyes and focused on the model, who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“I need to do some damage control here…” he muttered as an explanation, probably of his previous question, which Marinette perceived in hindsight only now, when Adrien nodded at his pants, through which she could see a solid bulge.

He turned and walked towards the bathroom, apparently not expecting to receive a more active response from his guests than a vague acknowledgement of his presence.

Felix carefully pulled out of her and picked Marinette up in his arms, and she relaxed again. It didn't particularly matter to her where they would wait for their turn in the shower, because she knew that her man would take care of everything—he always found ways to take care of her desires in the best possible way.

Just like he did it today…

“I don’t think he’d mind if we repeated the performance,” he muttered, carrying her somewhere down.

Yes, Marinette thought, looking forward to the next adventure. She definitely preferred to remain open to new experiences, too.