Chapter Seven

At 9 weeks, the stereotypical signs of pregnancy were rearing their ugly head. Marinette's already good sense of smell was now on par with Chat Noir's. That in itself wouldn't be a problem but her delicate nose took offence to things that never bothered it before and her stomach was in on the hate. Morning sickness was a lie as Marinette had the urge to vomit at sporadic times throughout the day.

At first, she thought the nausea was bad but that was nothing compared to puking so hard it threatened to come out her nose as well. Pregnancy sucked. It wasn't a beautiful, magical thing. At least not at the moment. Men clearly wrote that shit. Or women who breezed through pregnancy – bitches. All of them. Oh yeah, and Marinette was moody. Could you tell?

And tired oh so very tired. Yet the thought of Chat Noir got her motor revving. Her sex drive had gone through the roof. When she wasn't contemplating the possibility of napping on her keyboard at work, she was imagining how she was going to ravish her partner on their next encounter. Oh, and how she was going to break the news to him.

Obviously, they'd seen each other multiple times over the last few weeks. Be it at his apartment or fighting akumas but there just hadn't been the right moment. Or maybe she was just a big coward and hoped it would all go away. But now that there were physical signs of her pregnancy, like the darkening of her nipples and increasing size of her boobs, she was pretty sure Chat Noir would notice.

She had to tell him and tell him soon!

Ladybug was acting weird. Chat Noir couldn't put his finger on what exactly was off, but he knew there was something on his lady's mind. The woman had become very affectionate and practically ravaged him on sight. Not that he had a problem with that but her desire seemed almost frantic, like she needed him inside her as often as possible.

The last few weeks she'd become very domineering. Demanding that he take her in certain ways but at the same time she was weird about her breasts. Sometimes she wanted him to touch them other times she pushed him away. Chat Noir was feeling awfully confused.

They really needed to talk and he was determined to block her advances this time. Yes, he'd tried to talk before but it was very difficult to do when a hot naked Ladybug unzipped his costume and ran her tongue over his chest then sucked on his nipples, one at a time. Chat Noir could feel his pants getting tighter at the memory and adjust himself in the hope of calming down.

Mentally slapping himself, Chat Noir resumed his task of putting together an antipasto plate. It was a task best done in costume since there was cheese involved. He had a selection of brie, cheddar and marinated feta plus a mix of pancetta, salami and olives. The cat-themed hero was busy laying out some crackers on the side when his partner landed on the windowsill.

"Hey, hot stuff," she purred as she closed the window and sashayed inside.

"Hi milady," he said with a cheeky winked then turned to the fridge to grab the basil dip.

"What are you doing?"

"Preparing something for us to eat."

Scarlet clad arms with black spots wrapped around his waist as she leant on his back. Her lips feathered against his hidden ear. "And here I was hoping you'd eat me first."

The dip slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. Chat Noir was thankful that the lid had managed to stay on. Slowly he bent down to pick it up, Ladybug's arms loosened and her hands strayed to his thighs and then she cupped his ass.

"You're most distracting, bugaboo."

"That's the idea."

Shaking his head, Chat Noir turned around and kicked the fridge door closed. "We're eating food first and you're talking to me. Then you can have your wicked way with me."

"Words I never thought I'd hear from your mouth. Especially when I'm giving you the opportunity to go down on me first."

A groan escaped Chat Noir's clenched teeth. "You're killing me, woman. Sit." He said with a nod in the direction of the dining table.

Ladybug gave him an unimpressed look but complied. Chat Noir placed the dip in the centre of his platter and carried it over. His partner's blue eyes widened. "What's this?"

"Antipasto. We had this a while back and you raved how much you enjoyed it."

His partner continued to stare at the platter as if it were about to attack. Her nostrils gave the slightest of flares and then Ladybug's hand was at her mouth.

"Are you okay?"

She shook her head violently and shoved back her chair.

"LB?"

Tears clung to her lashes and then she let out a loud sob. "I can't eat it."

Chat Noir stood up, walked to her and placed his hand on her shoulder as he dropped to a crouch. "Are you feeling sick?" His gloved hand moved to her forehead but she didn't feel hot.

"No," she spat between sobs. Then she stared at him with big watery eyes and bawled, "I'm pregnant."

That hadn't been an answer he expected. Oh no, Chat Noir sat in stunned silence as his eyes glazed over while his brain processed that information. Ladybug was pregnant. His lady was expecting. The blonde's head dropped and his gaze slid down to her belly, his hand impulsively lifted and came to rest upon her abdomen. "We're having a baby?"

Ladybug sniffed and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Yes."

"Like as in a little version of you and me?"

"Yes," she said with impatience.

Chat Noir shot forward, lifting his partner into the air as he stood, swinging her around with a jubilant cry, "We're having a baby!"

"Put me down, Chat."

"Oh right," he said remembering her nausea and delicately placed Ladybug back on her feet.

Regardless, Chat Noir couldn't wipe the grin off his face. They were going to be a family. He, Adrien Agreste, had put a baby in his partner's belly. God, that was so hot. Chat Noir swept in for an ardent kiss, suddenly so turned on that he was dragging her towards the bed. "I want you, milady, so badly," he exclaimed as he crawled backwards up the mattress while pulling her with him.

There was no protest from Ladybug, if anything she was kissing him like her life depended on it. Hell, her body was writhing and undulating against him in a frenzy. "Yes," she moaned, "I need you inside me."

"We need to shed our transformations." He broke away from the kiss to look at her tentatively, "We could do it here, in front of each other."

Ladybug leapt off him. "No, I'll go to the bathroom. I'll only be a minute."

The moment she disappeared into the bathroom, Chat Noir harrumphed and crossed his arms. They were going to be parents and yet she still didn't want to share their identities. This was ludicrous. How could he support her if she didn't know who he was? Chat Noir was tempted to drop his transformation and sit waiting on the bed but he knew he wouldn't.

Feline ears pivoted at the sound of the bathroom door opening and Chat Noir noticed his lady's hesitation as she stepped out naked. White knuckled hands were clasped together before her, those blue eyes were averted and her face lowered. As usual, her hair was loose and the mask was in place but she hadn't been this shy for ages.

Chat Noir shifted from the bed and walked to her. "Talk to me," he instructed as he placed a fingertip under her chin a lifted her face so their eyes met.

Nervousness shone in those blue eyes. "My boobs, they're rather sensitive."

"Do you want me to avoid them?"

"No, maybe. I don't know."

"You said you wanted me to go down on you, how about we start with that?"

The gentleness of his voice seemed to sooth her and Ladybug nodded. Chat offered his hand, which she took, and he guided her to lie down on the mattress. The hero considered going to the bathroom to transform back, but Ladybug looked too fragile to be left alone. Her insecurity made his heart bleed and he was determined to remedy her current frame of mind.

Chat Noir waited as she got herself comfortable, propping her head amongst the pillows as she lay on her back. Her legs were raised and her knees were together. Chat Noir padded up the bed on his hands and knees, throwing her a smouldering smirk as he made his way up her body. With his right shoulder, he playfully knocked her knees apart and loomed over her, pressing a kiss to her mouth.

"I'm with you, milady. Relax, I'm not going anywhere."

Her hands caught his face and she kissed him with desperation before releasing him. Ladybug's eyes were demanding, speaking of need and self-doubt. Chat Noir dropped a kiss on her nose and began mouthing his way down her body, avoiding her breasts as his lips caressed their way south. He stopped at her navel and nosed her, then feathered kisses below her belly.

Chat Noir brushed his chin in slow circles over her mound as he glanced up to catch Ladybug's gaze, then he threw her a wicked smirk as his tongue caressed her folds. Ladybug let out a shuddering breath and he nuzzled her cleft with his nose as his tongue probed at her wet centre. Being in costume meant he couldn't use his fingers since they were clawed, instead he hooked her legs over his shoulders and held her thighs in place with his hands.

This position opened her wider and Chat Noir speared his tongue into her slick pussy, dipping and retreating in slow deliberate thrusts. Ladybug's legs tightened against him and she moaned while her fingers gripped the sheet in greedy handfuls. Chat Noir rocked his shoulders against the backs of thighs, setting a rhythm he matched with his tongue. Ladybug's hands clung desperately to his cat ears as she chanted, "Yes, yes, oh yes. More Chat, more."

The tip of his tongue toyed with her clit and then he sucked on her hard. Ladybug's thighs came together, squeezing his head as she orgasmed and he had to pry them open so he could breathe.

All the worry was gone from his partner's face, in its stead was an expression of thorough satisfaction. But Chat Noir wasn't done. He shifted away from the mattress and into the bathroom. There he dropped his transformation. Plagg gave him a sly look, "Looks like you can literally be a sugar daddy now."

"Oh, shut it Plagg. Go gorge yourself on the leftover cheese in the fridge."

"Your wish is my command." And the black kwami snigger then was gone.

"If only he was that amiable all the time."

Adrien quickly stripped out of his clothes, mussed his hair and put on the mask. He gave himself an assessing look in the mirror and finger-combed his hair into less of a mess, hoping it might clue her into his identity.

Ladybug was where he'd left her. With her head lolled to the side, eyes half closed and her legs still splayed. Taking advantage of her current state, Adrien moved to the foot of the bed and slunk up her body. While he was aware that they were supposed to avoid looking directly at each other's face, Adrien decided to ignore that particular rule. His green gaze bore into hers as he asked, "Do you want me to wear a condom?"

Startled blue eyes widened. Ladybug seemed stunned as she stared back at him with a blush blooming on her cheeks. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip until she finally answered, "It's okay to go without."

A roguish grin spread across his face. "Without it is."

Adrien was determined to hold her gaze. He wanted to watch every nuance in her expressions as he entered her. But Ladybug had always dissuaded him from it. This time was no different. Her hands captured his jaw and angled his face down to hers to kiss. The model didn't resist but his concentration was on their lower bodies now. Arching his hips, Adrien rubbed the tip of his erection against her wet core. The lack of barrier between them intensified the sensation and he found it easier to find her opening.

Sinking the broad head of his cock inside her was bliss, and Adrien remembered how he'd felt this once before. It had to be the time he had gotten his partner pregnant. The concept thrilled him and Adrien thrust into Ladybug harder than intended. She let out a throaty moan and spread her legs wider. "More?" he asked.

"Yes," she gasped as she rocked against him, needing the friction.

The warm, inviting slickness of her body was irresistible. Instinct grabbed hold of him and Adrien began pumping in and out of his lady with increasing speed. She arched her back and thrust her breasts against his chest as she moaned his name, "Oh yes, Chat. Right there, Chat."

Something snapped in the blonde and he stopped. Reefing his face away from her lips while remaining inside her. Those green eyes burned as he caught her gaze and held it. "Adrien. My real name is Adrien." Ladybug's lips moved without sound and before she could utter a protest, the blonde reached up to pull the mask from his face and tossed it over his shoulder.

With his arms braced either side of Ladybug's shoulders, Adrien gazed at her with all his love, hoping that she'd accept the man behind the mask. Those blue eyes were so wide. Her lashes fanned with slow blinks as she scanned his face. Her voice echoed how stunned she was as she murmured, "A-Adrien?"

He gave her a gentle smile, hoping to ease her surprise. "Yes, it's me. But I'd prefer you to scream out my real name with passion as I make you come." To emphasise his point, Adrien resumed his thrusting while continuing to hold himself up on his arms. Watching her as he'd longed to do.

The shocked look on her face faded to be replaced by pleasure as her lips parted and her eyelids lowered in bliss. "Adrien," she rasped in a way that made his skin tingle. Ladybug was looking at him, really seeing him and it made his heart pound faster. The model relished her moans of ecstasy and the way she continued to chant his real name with the kind of reverence he'd only dreamed of. "Adrien. Yes, Adrien, oh yes. Adrien."

It was so erotic that he was losing control, he was going to climax very soon but he wanted to make sure she got there first. Adrien lowered himself to lean on his forearms, his face so close to hers. "Let go, milady, because I'm about to fill you up with my cum."

Ladybug let out the throatiest moan he'd ever heard and her inner walls squeezed him hard. Adrien's ability to hold back disappeared and he followed her over the precipice in total ecstasy.

Holding each other tight, the pair panted hard. Adrien nuzzled his face against Ladybug's neck, kissing his way to her earlobe. Ladybug's fingers tangled in his hair as she gasped at the contact. Her voice was croaky as she spoke. "You weren't supposed to reveal your identity."

Adrien's frame stiffened while he lifted his head to look at her, preparing for the reprimand. Still, he tried to make light of the situation. "Consider it confirmation that I am a successful model and not an escort."

His partner snorted, then that shy look returned to her eyes. "You should know who I am too."

Somehow the thundering of his heart managed to escalate. This was it, the moment he'd been dreaming about for years. Mind blowing sex with his partner was one thing but truly knowing her, having her trust him at this level was a reward without comparison. Right here was his ultimate goal, well that and having her love him in return.

There was a slight tremble to Ladybug's hand as her thumb hooked under the base of her mask and slowly slid it over her forehead. Adrien had expected to see a stranger, perhaps even an acquaintance, never had he considered that Ladybug could be a friend of his. "Marinette?"

"In the flesh," she let out a nervous giggle, "literally."

Adrien continued to stare, certain that disbelieve was practically written across his face. "It's you."

Her cheeks flushed. "Um, yeah."

"All this time, it was you."

"Yes, it was."

The model pushed on up his arms as his eyes took in every detail. How had he not known? How had he completely missed the similarities? It was so freaking obvious he wanted to smack his own forehead. Adrien opened his mouth to speak but the warmth at their groins distracted him. "Oh sorry, this is much messier without the condom."

Walking his hands back, Adrien's now flaccid cock slid from Marinette's body as he shifted his weight to his knees. She passed him a few tissues and they cleaned themselves up in awkward silence. The model disposed of their rubbish and returned to find Marinette tucked into a ball, hugging her knees as she laid on her side.

Adrien sat down beside her and gently raked her hair away from her face. "Hey, tell me what you're thinking."

Marinette buried her face against her knees and shook her head.

With a sigh, the model laid down beside her and did his best to hold her. "Are you upset that it's me?"

Her head shot up so fast that she almost smashed into his nose. Those catlike reflexes were the only thing that saved him from a lot of pain. "Of course not! But you…you…"

"I?"

"You didn't look pleased about my reveal."

"I'm in shock at my own stupidity. Honestly, how daft am I? You look practically the same in or out of the mask. Apparently, I take dumb blonde to a whole new level."

"I never pegged you as Chat Noir."

"It's the hair and eyes, you're totally off the hook. Me, I'm the dumbest man on the planet."

That got a chuckle out of her. "Not really."

"Oh no, I totally am. I think I need the t-shirt. 'Adrien Agreste, the most oblivious man on the planet.' You reckon my father could market it?"

"Put a photo of your pretty face on it and it's a done deal."

"Pretty? I am not pretty. Handsome, dashing, undeniably hot… those things I'll own."

"What about radiant, carefree and dreamy?"

"I have a pillow, woman, and I'm not afraid to use it."

Marinette raised her arms protectively as she broke into hysterics the moment Adrien picked up said pillow. This meant he had to whack her with it. Which resulted in an all out war, because Ladybug bowed to no one. Yet Adrien was determined to get the upper hand, however Marinette tackled him to his back and pinned him with her legs, while beating him with his own pillow.

"Mercy! I yield to your superior fighting skills, milady."

"And don't you forget it," she grinned.

"Now that I've surrendered, what do you intend to do to me?" The sultry tone of his voice had her eyes darkening.

Those blue eyes hungrily roamed over his face and body. Her attention was particularly caught on the rise and fall of his chest. Then her fingers were tracing the contours of his muscles, circling his nipples while moving steadily down. He closed his eyes as she explored his abs with torturous slowness.

Adrien let out a groan as her fingers were replaced by her tongue, licking every groove on his belly. The attention had his cock stirring back to life as her hands stroked his inner thighs. Those dexterous fingers moved high and began stroking his scrotum. That was like a lightning bolt to his dick, powering him up to fully erect.

Marinette noticed since the thing was now poking her collarbone. She glanced up at him with a look of extreme self-satisfaction. Her right hand lifted to hold his cock steady and then she parted her lips and took his bulbous head into her mouth. Adrien had watched Ladybug do this act many times, usually with a condom on. To see her unmasked as Marinette, while being bare, was somehow hotter.

That direct eye contact was stimulating as hell. When her tongue swiped around him he groaned and grit his teeth. Marinette took him deeper into her mouth as she pumped his length with her hands and the model did his best not to whimper. He'd never come directly in her mouth and he wasn't sure if he wanted to. What if she didn't like it?

"Marinette," he pleaded as she continued to work him. "Marinette, stop. I need… I need to be inside you. Marinette, ride me!"

The sound of her real name from his lips seemed to do something to her. Those big blue eyes swam with lust. Her lips released him with a pop and she raised her head. "You sound desperate for me, Adrien." Fuck, she was a vixen. That sultry voice was wet dream material on its own.

"I am, princess."

Something more flashed in her eyes at the nickname. "Do you want me to sink down on you slowly or take you in a hard rush?"

Adrien's nostrils flared in excitement, "Take me hard, milady."

And suddenly she was over him, poised as she aligned their bodies and then she sheathed him in one delicious stroke. "Fuck, yes!" Adrien grabbed her hips, pulled back and rammed into her. "More, Marinette."

Those wide pupils somehow managed to grow even bigger at the sound of her name from his lips and Marinette was more fevered than he'd ever seen her. The woman moved like wildfire, fast and fierce. Her tits were bouncing with the speed of her pounding and Adrien lost it, orgasming with an intensity that made his eyes roll back into his head. Hot jets of cum pumped into her body as she found her own release, only to collapse on his chest when she was done.

"Is it really a wonder that you're pregnant? We really can't keep our hands off one another."

Marinette just laughed and wrapped her arms around Adrien, and for now that was enough.

How's that for a reveal, bet you didn't envision it happening that way XD

So, they got a little distracted about the hot topic of pregnancy but next chapter they're going to need to have a serious discussion about the future.

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