AN: Bonjour! Had this idea thanks to all the darker and angst filled themes on the ML tag on Tumblr.
Just a heads up for anyone expecting something more out of this: This will always be a Rated T story, it will never go to M.
Dark/Tragic/Drama/Hurt/Comfort themes will be present. You have been warned.
If anyone checks out my other story titled, Toujours, a story about Mama Agreste – that will be updated soon!
Happy reading~
Summary: "You are handsome" Marinette bitterly thought. "The way you have control over my life" "My heart" "Everything" "You sure are handsome, Mr. Agreste"
Tu Es Beau
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Tongues clashed for dominance, lips swelling up, biting, dancing and swaying to only a rhythm they knew. Only being connected by a string of saliva, heavy panting, and rapidly beating hearts.
The rooftops of Paris scorched with the heat and flames of their passion. As cheesy as she knew that sounded, Ladybug didn't know how else to describe this unbearable heat that was consuming her whole. White hot and adrenaline throbbing and pumping through her veins. It felt other worldly as if she were looking in on another being and not at herself.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the baker's daughter would never act this way behind her parents back, especially at night.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng the loyal loving good natured daughter would never dare to sneak out of her room way past her bedtime every night.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng the secret heroine that all Parisians praised and loved would not ever, in a million years leave a trail of stripped clothing on the rooftops of Paris.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the shy clumsy classmate of Françoise Dupont Lycée would never admit to not being a virgin.
Besides how many people could say they've had sex on top of the Eiffel Tower? Or as many rooftops that she's lost count of, the street names nothing but blurs of memories.
Ladybug arched her back, ungloved hands digging deep into a broad well-toned back, sweat drenching her face, and moans of unadulterated passion echoing in the wind, getting lost in the chilly autumn air and singing choruses of cats meowing and dogs barking.
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They had been partners since she was the ripe tender age of thirteen and now at seventeen she only knew that her mystery lover was a fellow classmate at the same school and that he was a few months older than her, making him eighteen. She could tell you where every scar on his body was located, every story behind each one. She could tell you what turned him on and made him tick. She could even tell you what he tasted like, his lips that made her feel like a sinner in church but the only thing she couldn't tell you was his name.
Stubborn is what she is. Stubbornness through the years had caused her to act, admittedly, foolish, stupid even. She could trust him, she knew it, no, felt it in her heart and every fiber of her being. She could trust him with her civilian identity but what mostly stopped her more than the danger of exposing herself or her most intimate self was the thought that he might not like her real self.
And what if she didn't like his real self? Was he a guy that she silently pictured stabbing a thousand daggers through his skull or was he someone she daily stuttered and acted like an awkward gazelle around? Who was she kidding, what crush? She didn't have a crush on anyone at school or at least not anymore.
When she was fourteen she had a crush on the school's only male celebrity - Adrien Agreste. She used to carve and doodle his initials of 'A.A.' and her own 'M.D-C.' onto hidden trees around campus and on her notebooks in pen and her tablet with a stylus. She was obsessed with the poor boy, she couldn't eat or sleep without seeing him each and every day at school and whenever he had to miss because he was occasionally sick or absent due to an important photoshoot, she would dramatically fall ill herself, not being able to function and live on until she caught the first glimpse of him the very next day.
At age fifteen she had been Paris most beloved female heroine Ladybug for three years with her partner Chat Noir, that she hated to admit, was thankful for him. Those three years of stumbling, failing, and pouring their hearts out to each other, crying and comforting one another on both victories and tragedies alike - they had grown closer through that secret bond, that bond that no one else knew about, that bond that they couldn't tell their best friends in their everyday civilian lives respectively.
At age sixteen they had sinned for the first time. She had lost her virginity in one of Paris most elite of elite five star hotels. She didn't dare question how he was able to afford such a place but quite frankly, she could care less. Most girls were a bundle of nerves around their boyfriends but she didn't know what he looked like unmasked, not even his name. If she knew those two things then perhaps she would be a nervous wreck.
Chat Noir told her that he had reserved a room and to come in through the window, she loved that he respected her wishes of personal space with their whole secret identity ordeal. He had been there waiting for her, and for whatever reason, he humored her by wearing a nice tux over his leather clad body.
He was clearly trying to set the mood and she adored that. Over time she grew to love his stupid puns that were at times silly and other times just plain tacky. They say that love makes you do stupid things and apparently it also blinds you to all the imperfections as well. She was beyond love struck and blinded to his charms.
Since their suits were skin tight and impossible to remove, they had to turn off all the lights. It was a shame that she would be doing something as intimate as this in such a nice hotel and not get to enjoy the décor. She could never afford such a place with the small allowance she received by working at her parents bakery. Chat Noir had suggested that they only dim the light and wear masks made out of cloth material and as much as she thought his idea was sweet, she wanted to feel all of him. She wanted their lips to crash, noses colliding, and eyelashes brushing against each other's cheeks. She didn't want another obstacle to hinder this experience, an experience that she has a feeling won't be their first and last.
As soon as the lights came off, they both felt a small gust of wind fly past their heads, knowing all too well that their kwamis ran off somewhere to hide, knowing all too well what their two hormonal driven teenage partners were up to. That night was the first time she had ever felt his scars, every reminder of their innocence lost before this very moment. They were forced to grow up fast in a very cruel and unforgiving world.
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Marinette remembers the first time she touched his ungloved callous hands, they were soft yet rough, firm, and much larger than hers. Marinette remembers how desperate and hungry they had both been for that next level of intimacy. Marinette remembers that night as being the night that her crush for that sweet and perfectly perfect in every single way male model Adrien Agreste had died completely.
Little did she know it was that very same boy she had dreamt of only ever since she was fourteen that she had spent the night with. That very same boy that had partnered up with her as Chat Noir to stop evil and crime, that very same boy that she poured and gave her heart out to, that very same boy she had her first kiss with, that very same boy she gave her virginity to.
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Sunken eyes and love bites throughout her body. That's what he had given her. "I'm gonna kill that Kitty" she muttered under her breath as she made her way up the stairs of her school. Entering the main hall and making her way to her classroom, she noticed Adrien also sporting a scarf, from her peripheral vision. It was that same infamous blue scarf that she had made for him but he had thought it was a gift from his jerk of a father. Back then, she admits that it did hurt her to know that he didn't know that it was a gift from her, that maybe somehow that insignificant little piece of fabric could have been her ticket to a life with him, by his side as his one and only girlfriend. Marinette was happy though, his father may not have cared very much for him but at least Adrien thought that he did to some degree, if only by a little.
"Bro, I know it's cold outside and all but why are you wearing two scarves?" Marinette heard Nino, Adrien's best friend asking him and playfully trying to pick at his neck.
She watched as Adrien gracefully dodged his grabby hands and shrugged it off, not feeling like replying back and explaining himself.
Marinette lost sight of them and their conversation as she entered her class, the bell had yet to ring but for once she was early to class no thanks to Chat. Her knees were scrapped from the gravel of some roofs, her elbows indented with the marks of where tiny rocks were once glued onto her skin thanks to sweat, her back was still red and uncomfortable from the ground, and her inner thighs still seared in want and in pain for him.
Alya, her best friend was absent for once saying she had to go to Lyon with her mother for an international food convention. She had been gone for three days and already Marinette missed her dearly, desperately needing someone to distract her of the way that Chat left her always yearning for him and his touch. Crossing her legs, she adjusted herself in her seat and put down her notebook and tablet onto her desk as the bell rung.
She knew she could always contact Chat through her miraculous but she refused to give in to her desires just yet. Marinette snapped out of her thoughts as spun gold encased her vision watching as Adrien sat down with Nino by his side. She noticed that he had a hickey on his neck when he adjusted both of his scarves. Was that what he was trying to hide? She wasn't surprised by this. He was a model and was always surrounded by girls and women alike. He wasn't the young boy she once fell in love with, he was now a man with his own independence and will.
Adrien's golden blonde hair and emerald green eyes reminded her so much of her Kitty. The want was getting stronger as she excused herself as soon as the lunch bell rung. She had sent her Kitty a message to meet her in a custodial room in the old abandon art complex of the school. She knew that no one would find them there, after all the place had broken lights and scattered glass that worked in her favor.
"You never call when we're in school, My Lady" his deep breathy voice whispered, playfully teasing her as his glowing green eyes stared deeply into her own sea of light sapphire blue.
"Shut up" she whispered back, they were completely alone but old habits die hard. Ladybug crashed her lips onto Chat's surprising him, making him moan as her tongue begged for entrance. She loved it when he moaned as his clawed hands found their way to her waist. Her lips traveled throughout his face, nibbling on his lips, his ears, his jaw and trailing down to his neck. Chat's pulse quickened as her experienced tongue licked healing bite marks and creating new ones. He was thankful that he was smart enough to bring two scarves that day.
"S-S-Stop" he pleaded, not wanting to get carried away in a broom closet.
"I want you"
"I need you'
She chanted those two dangerous sentences to him over and over again slowly unwinding his will and causing him to bend to hers.
He wanted to be witty and sarcastic and say something but all that came out of his throat was a raw low growl. She would be the death of him.
"Tikki, spots off!"
"Plagg, claws in!"
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About three weeks had passed since they've last had sex and never in her young seventeen years of living had she ever felt incredibly sensitive to everything.
Marinette's chest felt softer and everything made her nauseous. She was constantly fatigued and figured it was just the stress of balancing school and work plus being a super hero. She was also suddenly craving things she normally didn't eat like her parents sweets, running a bakery made her avert those types of things especially with her kwami Tikki keeping her on a strict no sweets diet.
Alya had come back from Lyon late last night and she was incredibly happy to have her best friend back. Marinette felt bad but she was looking forward to Alya's mom Marlena's five star onion soup. Her thoughts were getting out of control with food.
"Hey girl! Miss me? So, what were you up to while I was gone?" Alya waved her hand and greeted Marinette as she sat down next to her.
'Oh, nothing much. Just sex, school, work, homework, and keeping Paris safe. You know, the usual' her mind rambled on but she could never tell her best friend that, especially not the first thing on her list.
"Of course I've missed you! I've just been busy with school and the bakery" she told Alya, smiling.
"Where's Mr. Model?" Alya asked, noticing that Adrien wasn't there yet.
Marinette's smile slightly faltered, she really wished that Alya would drop it already. She was no longer interested in Adrien and wasn't planning on ever getting that crazy obsessed with a boy ever again. Shrugging, she looked at the clock on the wall, they still had a good five minutes before class started, he was probably in the hall with Nino like usual.
"Yo, Alya! Babe! I've missed you!" Nino yelled across the room as he entered alone. "Hey, Marinette!" He greeted her as he kissed Alya on the cheek.
Marinette smiled at him and frowned when she smelled something foul. Nino was holding a brown paper bag filled with something that smelled like it had died weeks ago. Clasping her hands onto her mouth, Marinette dashed out as Adrien entered into the classroom.
Staring at her exiting body, he frowned, concerned for his fellow classmate's wellbeing.
"Is everything okay?" Adrien asked Alya and Nino.
Nino shrugged, "Don't know, dude"
"Marinette doesn't usually get sick" Alya was worried.
Slamming the door open to the restroom, Marinette slid down the floor of the opened stall onto her knees as she vomited into the toilet bowl.
What was wrong with her? What was going on?
Marinette flushed the toilet and cried, hugging the toilet she was overcome with such strong emotions. Emotions she's never felt this intensely before.
She was fatigued.
She was constantly hungry and craving weird things.
She was sensitive to things, especially her breasts.
She was nauseous all the time.
She knew exactly what this was, who to blame for these sudden symptoms.
She had missed her period.
Marinette calmed down and sighed, knowing exactly where she had to go.
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Done! To be continued!
I don't really have much else to say other than Nino and Alya are an established couple and that I wish that Nino had a last name. /Cry.
Also I made their school Françoise Dupont into a Lycée/High School rather than a Collège/Middle School because they're older.
Remember to R&R! Plz & Thankies! :]
I don't own Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Alya and Marlena Cesaire, or Nino and all other future characters used in this fic.
Miraculous Ladybug is owned by Thomas Astruc/Zagtoon/etc.
I just own this idea/plot/story/whatever you want to call it~ lol :P