Gabenath Oneshots [Discontinued And Completed]

Not For Intended Use

Gabeyura

It had been a boring day in the office. Gabriel and Nathalie didn't have anything on their respective schedules for a few hours and they still had an hour before Adrien was expected to return home from school. 

Did Nathalie think this was a good idea? Not necessarily, but she did think it was going to be fun, she didn't think she would regret it at all. She picked up the fixed peacock miraculous, the one that hadn't been touched since Gabriel decided to give up. She didn't know what persuaded him to give up but two days later he admitted that she had. He confessed that Nathalie had changed his life and he could live without Emilie, but he couldn't live without her. This, in turn, led Nathalie to confess feelings of her own, the ones she had been hiding for a long time. That was the start of their relationships, which Adrien was more than supportive of, he had already seen Nathalie as a mother figure. 

“Duusu spread my feathers!” Nathalie commanded. Her glasses were tossed aside as she transformed. 

Mayura looked in the mirror, she discarded the veil-like headpiece and let her hair down. 

Mayura snuck behind Gabriel and let her blue hand brush his neck. 

“Mayura?” Gabriel was shocked when she stepped into his view. He took a hand and brushed it through her long hair. He hadn't gotten used to seeing Nathalie with her hair down, and Mayura with her hair down was just as stunning. 

Mayura didn't waste time as she pushed Gabriel back on to his desk. She attacked his neck, not caring if whoever he had a meeting with next would be able to see the obvious marks she was leaving. Mayura smiled against his neck as she heard papers rustle as he tried to push papers and sketchbooks off the desk. 

“I don't think this was the intended use of the miraculous,” Gabriel said.

Mayura paid no mind to his words and began work on taking off the many layers of his suit. The tie was the first to go followed quickly by his overcoat. The overshirt and then the button-down shirt were thrown to the ground. Mayura let her lips trace his chest and nipped at the exposed skin. 

Mayura made her way back to Gabriel’s face and gave him a true kiss. Kissing Gabriel held a different sensation each time, almost as if each time was the first and its own separate time. Each held a different amount of magic, passion, bliss, a different amount of aggression. 

Gabriel managed to flip the pair over and Mayura laid sprawled out on his desk. She watched as he discarded her belt and pants, leaving him only in his boxers. 

Gabriel took her silky dress, the one that already revealed much of her thigh, and ripped the fabric further, exposing her black panties. The dress would fix itself the next time she transformed. He slid her soaking panties off and then took off his boxers. 

He inserted one finger in her, he moved it slowly focusing on the sounds on her moans. He pushed another finger into her heat and listened as her moans grew louder and slightly less controlled. 

“Gabriel, please!” she begged in between moans, “just fuck me please!” 

He smirked at her growing desperation and replaced his fingers with his dripping cock. 

Gabriel never thought such a thing would happen on his desk but now he and Mayura had both finished. He would never be able to work after this, he was almost certain he wouldn't be able to. Mayura smirked as she stood from the desk. 

“Fall my feathers,” she commanded and detransformed. However, the skirt she had been wearing before was now ripped quite a bit. 

“You have a meeting at 3:45 (15:45),” she said, “that is in ten minutes,” and left the office to go find clothes that didn't show her panties.