I'm back! I didn't get a chance to update cause I was having a sleepover, lol.
Anywho! This chapter is pure fluff and light sin for all you lovelies. I'll probably only add a few more chapters before this story is complete, develop plot a bit more and wrap things up for the most part. (Spoiler alert, there will be a sequel after season 2)
And by the way...thank you guys so much for all the reviews and faves and follows. Rest assured that I shall do my best to fill what time we have to wait for next season with one shots ;)
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"No."
"Aww!" he shifts to try and make her look at him, "Please?"
"After a horrid pun like that you don't deserve any kisses." she places her fingers haltingly upon his lips, and he grins, licking mischievously. "Eww! Don't do that!" she yanks her hand back and wipes it on her shirt, throwing him a glare of disapproval.
"Just one little kiss?" he pouts, pulling the lip.
She shakes her head and grabs her purse, hesitantly moving to stand. "I gotta transform...take care of all this..." she waves to her leg and then around at the still-disoriented citizens. "And that eye too, can't have a cute model like you with a black eye now can we?"
He stands and winces at the sharp pain in his side, "Oh well, I tried." he shrugs.
"I might consider it later if you behave." she winks before she turns and opens her purse. "Tikki, transform me!"
Just knowing she is Ladybug is not as satisfying as seeing her transform. Her moves are tentative and stalled due to her injured arm and leg, but it's still stunning nonetheless. She turns around with a shy smile, then smirks at his longing, dopey expression. "Down kitty." she teases, flinching as she calls out "Lucky Charm!"
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Landing on her roof, she drops her transformation and collapses into her bed. The first Lucky Charm of the day may have fixed her concussion, but she still has a headache from her crazy, emotional, mental rollercoaster. Her phone rings and she groans as she picks it up, "Mmwhat?" she mumbles.
"Marinette?! Where have you been?" Alya exclaims, causing her to grimace and hold the phone away from her ear.
"Alya...don't yell...can't you call later? I need a good, long nap and maybe a bath." she sighs, throwing her free arm over her eyes.
"No! Answers, right now!" Alya demands, "It's is most certainly not coincidence that you disappeared and then I hear an akuma attacked. Two akumas actually." she says in a voice that implies she highly suspects something of Marinette.
Marinette gulps and groans again, "Listen, I've had a pretty rough day, and I'm not willing to chat about it over the phone like this. If you want to talk about it, just come over, okay?" she will need that time to come up with a fantastic excuse for her absence. Or figure out how to tell the truth.
Alya hums in consideration, "Well, okay." she concedes, "I'll be over within the hour."
"Yeah, yeah, sounds good." Marinette yawns, pressing the 'End Call' button.
"Hey wait-!"
"Oops..." she murmurs without regret as she rolls onto her belly and snuggles into the covers.
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There's a light patting on her cheek, and she groans in annoyance as she cracks an eye open. "Hey, girl." Alya grins, "Well? Gonna make good on your promise?"
Marinette smirks, rolling over, "I didn't promise anything."
"Marinette!" Alya whines.
Marinette giggles and sits up, rubbing her eyes, "I'm just kidding." she sighs. "Details huh?" she scoffs. Alya nods and moves to sit on the bed. Might as well tell the truth... "Well, first thing's first, Adrien alluded to having a girlfriend in front of the new girl and she thought it was me. So...she got akumatized and kidnapped me." Marinette rubs at her eye again for good measure.
Alya blinks in shock, "What?!" she exclaims, "Oh my God! I didn't even think of that scenario. Are you okay?"
Marinette waves her off and chuckles, "Yeah, I'm fine. The Lucky Charm took care of it." she shrugs.
"But...that means you did get hurt." Alya breathes, "Wow. I'm so sorry that happened to you."
"Like I said, it's fine." Marinette frowns, looking down at her sheets, "I...uh...don't really know how to explain what happened next." she murmurs.
Alya's brows furrow
in concern, "Next? You mean there's more?" Marinette begins to speak, but they both are interrupted (and jump simultaneously) at the sudden tapping on her trap door. Alya's eyes widen in surprise, "Is that who I think it is?" she whispers, voice shaky and laced with excitement.
"Calm down, don't scare him off." Marinette shushes her with a finger across her lips.
Opening the trap door, she yelps when her Kitty swoops down almost instantaneously and tugs her into him by her hips. "It's later, Princess." he purrs, free hand tilting her chin up, and she flushes red when their noses touch, "So what do you think? I was very well behaved, wasn't I?"
"Chat!" she giggles, pointing to her right.
His flirty grin drops from his face and he makes a (very masculine) strangled noise as he pulls away from his suggestive position and steps down from the bed. "H-Hey Alya." he greets.
Alya chuckles and waggles her brows while looking pointedly at the blushing Marinette, "Damn, girl! I wonder what would have happened if I wasn't here." she teases.
"Alya!" Marinette hisses as she covers her eyes.
Chat grins and raises a suggestive brow at her, looking to Alya with a wink. "I was rather hoping we'd have a chance to find out."
Alya cackles obnoxiously, and Marinette moves to whack Chat across the shoulder. "That...Kitty-" she whispers, finger flicking his bell, "-is not good behavior. I'm reconsidering that kiss I promised." she smirks as she turns from his pouty face and walks over to her stairs. "Come on down here Alya, and you too, Chat. If you want."
Alya follows her and plops down onto the bean bag, pulling out her phone, "So, I hear you saved Marinette from an akuma today." she smiles from behind her phone screen.
Chat glances briefly at the girl in question before he grins and shrugs, "Just doing my job...and a little more. If she'd let me." he purrs, rubbing up against Marinette's shoulder.
"Chat." she warns, and he bounds away from her impending swat to squat on her chaise like a cat, tail flicking playfully.
Alya giggles again, "He's so cute! Aren't you going to give him just a little kiss?"
"I'm not going to encourage him." Marinette scoffs, "Besides, I can promise you he wants more than just 'a little kiss'." she points to her eyes and at him when he perks after hearing that statement.
Chat smirks, "Meow."
"Stop it. Was there anything else, Alya?" Marinette moves to sit beside Chat, smiling softly when he nuzzles her shoulder. She scratches gently at his chin, "Silly kitty."
"No. No I just wanted to know where you were. I'm glad you're okay." Alya sighs, "Man...there was just no coverage on that second akuma at all. No pictures, videos, nothing!." she moans dejectedly, typing on her phone.
Marinette glances at Chat, who frowns at the mention of his folly and looks down guiltily. "Hey..." she murmurs, too quiet for Alya to hear, "-it's okay." she gives him a soft smile and reaches to squeeze his gloved hand.
He smiles hesitantly at her, "I know, Bugaboo." he whispers back. "It's still pretty fresh though."
Marinette nods, "But I forgave you, remember?" she leans her head against his.
"I couldn't possibly forget." he places his other hand on her leg and makes circles with his thumb. She giggles quietly when he nuzzles his nose against her ear.
"I wonder if I should take my leave, you two are getting awfully cuddly." Alya smiles.
Marinette opens her mouth to protest, but thinks better of it, "Yeah, you probably should." she shrugs, carefully maneuvering her way out of Chat's hug and standing to give Alya one.
"That and my mom just texted, apparently I need to babysit." Alya shrugs, "You stay safe, okay? Don't go around provoking anymore girls with Adrien." she teases.
Marinette blushes and walks with her to the stairs, "I'll keep that in mind." she grins nervously, feeling Chat's intense stare on her back.
"Bye Marienette, bye Chat! Have fun!" Alya waves to the boy as she leaves, and he waves back absentmindedly.
"What was all that about Adrien?" he asks with a raised brow after she's left.
"Don't worry." Marinette assures as she shuts her second trap door. "Alya only got a rather abridged and vague version of what happened today." she explains, sitting by him again.
He nods and grins mischievously, tugging her astride his lap. She gasps and scoffs, "So...about that kiss?" he prods, fingers digging tantalizingly into her hips.
She smiles and shrugs, "Okay, just one." she concedes.
"Gotta make it count then." he murmurs, pressing his lips to hers. And he's anything but chaste, tongue invading her mouth and hands roaming. She jumps when one of his clawed hands slides down low and squeezes.
"Adrien!" she yelps with a giggle, pulling back to laugh.
He pulls her back into him, and she he hums appreciatively, slipping her arms around his shoulders. Teeth click and she giggles again at their clumsiness. He sits back with a smile of his own, pausing to breathe before he dives right back in.
"That's-more than-one..." she says between his insistent pecks (which are too languid to be considered merely pecks).
"Sorry...not sorry." he murmurs against her mouth, and he doesn't move away, but rather, he presses forward. She gasps in surprise when she falls back, him following closely to kiss her again. He elicits a soft moan from her as his claws gently glide against her skin beneath her shirt. She shivers at the chills he gives her, and she feels him smirk against her lips.
Her ankles cross behind his back, tugging him closer despite her prior (teasing) hesitance. He purrs gratefully and slides one hand against her thigh, tugging insistently at the pink fabric. She moans again and he breaks from her lips to move his attention to the soft skin of her neck.
"Feeling frisky...are we?" she pants, arching up into him when he sucks lightly at her collarbone.
He releases her skin with a subtle pop, shrugging his shoulders, "Maybe, or I'm just making the most of what little time I can spend with my Princess" he leans forward and presses their noses together.
She smiles and giggles, cheeks reddening in a rosy blush. She reaches up to thread her fingers through his hair, "You can come over as Adrien now...you know?" she suggests.
He pulls back with a thoughtful hum, "That's true..." he smiles, "I like the sound of that."
"And you can stay longer too." she scratches behind his ear when he flops down atop her belly. "Cause, y'know, my parents would know you are here."
He nods against her chest, "One less secret, eh?"
She smiles, "Yeah. Always feels nice."
He jumps when he's consumed by the green flash of his detransformation, and Plagg zips away to join Tikki on the far side of the room. All the while the kwami mutters angrily about "-stupid, hormonal teenagers!"
Marinette giggles when Adrien scowls in his kwami's direction. "It's okay, I was just about to ask you about dropping it." she says, tugging at his shirt.
He looks down at her hands and smirks, "Fine by me." he murmurs in response to her voiceless question as he reaches up to kiss her again, slow and tantalizing. Her fingers are back in his hair, messing up its perfect coif and tugging lightly when he reaches under her shirt again.
His hips grind softly against her, and she gasps in tandem with his groan. Her back arches upwards and she moans low and deep when he continues in his rhythm. He pulls back from her lips, still moving lightly against her and panting, "Is this...okay?" he huffs.
"Yes." she breathes, gripping his neck when he thrusts sharply and recaptures her mouth.
God, it's hard to breathe, but it also feels so good to have him touching her like this. And there are no more secrets between them, so she can fully revel without doubt or regret in his wandering hands. He slows his thrusting and his hand starts to slide down her waist. She gasps at his sinful touch when that hand goes far too low to be appropriate, and she mewls lightly when his other hand finds her breast. He parts from her lips again and moves to nibble lightly at her earlobe, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her pants. "Ahh!" she moans.
"Marinette we bought din-er..."
And just like that, their intimate moment is shattered like glass. In her shock, she bolts upright, forcing him to faceplant into her shoulder (luckily he had moved, otherwise they may have painfully butted heads). "Mama!" she yelps, turning a bright, tomato red in horror at being caught.
Adrien pulls back, tugging his hands out of their compromising positions in her pants and shirt. His eyes widen and cheeks flush when he looks towards her trap door, they didn't even hear her parents come in, let alone ascend the stairs. Granted, it's only Marinette's mother, but still...
Sabine has this strange mixture of an expression on her face, like a thin line between amusement and shock. But the corners of her mouth start to twitch in a smile, "So-" she begins, fighting a laugh at the sight of the two flustered teens, most obviously caught in the act. Their hair is mussed and wild, clothes wrinkled and lips kiss-bruised, along with a visible hickey forming on her daughter's neck. "-you could have just said the mystery boy was Adrien. You know how much your father and I adore him." Sabine finally allows herself a full-fledged grin.
"Mama!" Marinette groans, hiding her flushed face behind a pillow, too embarrassed for words. Adrien grins briefly, but soon flushes an even brighter red, rubbing the back of his neck.
"And Adrien, I think Tom might appreciate it if you asked him to date her formally before you go too far." Sabine says pointedly to the boy.
He freezes and nods mechanically, "Y-Yes, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng." he stutters.
"Well, don't mind me." Sabine turns on her heel, speaking over her shoulder, "Stay safe kiddos!" she says as she descends the stairs and closes the door behind her.
Adrien sags in relief when she leaves, groaning as he flops down against Marinette, face first. "Oh my God..." he mumbles against her leg.
Marinette makes a strangled noise from behind her pillow and shakes her head, "You're telling me, they're my parents." she sighs.
"How does she expect us to continue after a cockblock like that?" he sniggers.
She whacks him with the pillow, "Seriously? You were the frisky one." she accuses.
He pulls up and crawls forward, forcing her to lean back, "Mmhmm, but you-" he kisses her briefly, "-you asked for more." he flashes his signature grin and glances down at her neck, smirking in pride at the two marks he's left there.
She follows his gaze, then exclaims in annoyance, "Adrien!" she rubs at the spot higher on her neck and scowls at him. "How rude. At least put them where I don't have to cover them up." she tugs her shirt down to inspect the hickey on her collarbone.
He kisses her shoulder while she's distracted, "Where would that be?" he slides a finger down her side.
"Bad Kitty." she murmurs, leaning into him.
"At least I don't bite." he teases, then purses his lips in consideration, "Then again..." he moves to nibble lightly at her earlobe, mindful of her miraculous.
She scoffs and presses a kiss to his hair, "Cheeky." she falls back with a light 'Oof!' and chuckles when he lays atop her and nuzzles the valley between her breasts. "Do you want to come over tomorrow and help me with my physics homework?" she asks.
He smirks, "Homework? Is that code for 'Video Games and Chill'?" he grasps her hand when it raises to swat him and brings it in for a chaste kiss.
"Shut up." she scoffs in amusement. "Maybe...after homework." she mumbles.
He perks, "That includes 'chill' right?" he nibbles at her finger suggestively.
"Adrien..." she scolds, shifting beneath him, "A-Are-are you serious?" she stutters when she sees that he is still waiting for an answer.
His eyes widen and he blushes, "Um...well...kind of?" he grins nervously. She feels the blood running to her face and she nearly wants to faint. He clears his throat and looks down when he sees her shocked expression, "Sorry, that was a little forward of me." he mumbles.
"No! N-No...it's okay." she assures.
"I'd be lying if I said it hadn't occurred to me though..." he adds sheepishly, looking up at her through his thin lashes. She goes still and smiles hesitantly, her blush returning full throttle. He smiles too, "I like it when you do that." he murmurs.
She tilts her head to the side, "Do what?"
He points to her chest, "When you blush like that, and you get all rosy right here." he taps her sternum with an endearing sigh.
She giggles and he leans forward to kiss her again, "Are you going to stay for dinner?" she asks.
He frowns, "I'd have to call Nathalie." he mutters.
She pulls his phone from his back pocket, "Well go on, Kitty." she pushes it into his hands. "Another sleepover would be cool too, but I know we shouldn't push it." she sighs as she sits up with him.
He shrugs, "Yeah, I'll try for one on the weekend." he taps his speed dial and holds his phone to his ear, "Here goes nothing."
"Nathalie? Hi-yeah-yeah...no I'm okay. I'm guessing you heard about the akumas then." he rolls his eyes at Marinette and she stifles her snicker. "Mmhmm...yeah...well, the Dupain-Chengs let me stay in their house to be safe. Yeah...and I'm wondering if I can stay for dinner?" he asks, pursing his lips anxiously.
"What's she saying?" she whispers.
He covers the phone, "She's asking my dad." he whispers back, "Yeah?" he continues, "I know. I understand." he nods, flashing her the O.K. sign with his hand. She bites her lip in a broad smile and holds in her giggles of delight. "Okay, thank you, Nathalie, and tell my father I said thanks as well-okay-bye." he hangs up, turning to her and grinning.
She squeals when he tackles her down against her chaise, and proceeds to laugh wholeheartedly when he starts to tickle her. "A-Adrien! Stop!" she shrieks, laughing harder when he tickles this one spot he's learned is her most sensitive. The trap door opens, revealing both her parents' curious and amused faces, "Mom! Dad! Help me!" she laughs, pushing playfully at Adrien when he tickles her harder. Her parents laugh and make no move to stop him.
"Stop!" she squeals one last time, and he pulls back, laughing just as hard as her.
"A boy after my own heart." Tom chuckles as he enters the room. "Though...Sabine says you have something to ask me?" he prods, and Marinette grins in satisfaction at Adrien's look of terror. "Why don't you come downstairs and help me set the table?" Tom suggests, leading the nervous boy carefully.
Adrien hears Sabine speaking to Marinette as he descends the stairs, and both he and Tom turn in surprise at the sound of Marinette's strangled: "Mama!"
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"Your dad is very nice." Adrien says, looking awkwardly to the side as he remembers the large man's (somewhat graphic) lecture and consent to his hesitant question as to whether or not dating his daughter was allowed.
Marinette blushes, "And my mom is a snoop." she covers half her face in her hands, thoughts running to that dreaded little box her mom pointedly tucked into her nightstand.
"Well-" he chuckles lightly, "-better she caught us like that, rather than anything more." he mumbles.
She nods, cheeks aflame as she looks over her shoulder, seeing her parents peek around the corner. "They're watching us." she giggles.
He looks around her head discreetly, "Yes they are." he smiles, taking her hand and gently kissing the back of it, "I'd slip into your room tonight, but, for one, I'm expected at home, and two...we've both had quite the ordeal today." he says, and she nods in agreement. "Until tomorrow, then." he purrs.
Her cheeks light up in a fierce blush at seeing the deep, hidden meaning behind his sparkling, emerald eyes. "Y-Yeah, until then." she breathes. He turns on his heel suavely and saunters away, saluting over his shoulder as he ducks into an alley to transform.
"Gee, Marinette, he still has you all star-struck." Tikki giggles from under her overshirt.
Marinette snaps out of her breathless trance and scoffs, "Hush, Tikki." she whispers as she goes inside. Though, she can't deny its true. Damn that boy for still getting her so flustered.
"Oh, I like how respectful he was." Sabine teases.
"Goodnight, Mama, Papa." Marinette sighs in exasperation, heading upstairs to collapse into bed.
She growls when her phone lights up in a text, and opening it to reveal Alya's:
A-'So what did you and Chat do when I left? ;)'
She stares at her screen, lips strained in a thin line as she moves to type:
M-'Fuck off.'
Alya sends a laughing emoji.
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A.N.
I'm thinking next chapter might have less subdued sin in it...*waggles eyebrows*
If you guys would prefer I left something like that out be sure to let me know...if not...there's a possible treat in it for you sinners!