A/N: So I did some digging through my Tumblr to find any stray drabbles that I could have possibly missed before compiling the stuff I've written for my Kiss AU and Dark Adrien AU here... a-aaaaaaand I found some very, VERY nice things huehuehheu... (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖) Enjoy~

"Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love

Like I'm the only one who knows your heart"

Only Girl (In The World) - Rihanna

Pairing - Marichat

Prompt - "I kissed you 'cos I could,"

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Adrien who?

Ladybug who?

Nah.

The only thing going on through the minds of the cute designer girl and flirty super-powered cat boy, that were snogging like no tomorrow, was just each other. The sweetness and saccharine of her strawberry flavoured lips, the clumsiness and cheekiness from the boy as he nipped her sensitive flesh with his fangs, both giggling in between at their inexperiences before diving in for another dose of sugar.

Gloved fingers slipped through jet black hair and tenderly caressed the back of the girl's neck whilst needle pricked fingers gently smoothed itself against the boy's chest. Both simultaneously humming as the kiss elevated to the next level, the seams of their lips tested by each other's tongues, turning up the heat-

"COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE PUSSY-CAT! WE'RE NOT DONE YET!"

The shrill screams from the fleeing civilians and the furious rants from the raging akuma a few streets away snapped the duo apart in an instant, waking them up to the harsh reality.

That's right...

Chat Noir was the first to arrive at the scene beforehand, quick to save Marinette from the line of fire heroically. Before he knew it, the smirking, devious girl grabbed him by the bell and pressed her lips against his with a softness that he's never, ever felt in his entire lifetime, pooling his entire body with a warmth that turned his insides into goo.

And he's a fucking rich boy whose entire bed is draped with the most expensive, softest fabric that one could get their hands on.

Dieu merci that they were hidden in an abandoned alleyway nearby otherwise, the entirety of Paris would have had front row seats to the sneaky, barely kid-friendly, hormone-riddled kiss. The entirety of the 'ladynoir' fanbase would have been set aflame, pitchforks and shovels ready to hunt down Dupain-Cheng for daring to come in between their beloved ship.

Chat Noir wouldn't hesitate to fend them off and protect the wonderful girl with his everything, of course.

Exhaling sharply, the hero kept his amused glance on the raven-haired girl, pride puffing up in his chest at the sight of the way her rosy lips were slightly swollen and bruised, courtesy on him. She looked utterly ravished and thoroughly kissed.

"Wasn't really expecting that, ma Princesse~" Chat winked cockily, readying his baton in case the akuma was to pop out of nowhere and attack. He really should be getting back into battle.

"Oh? It's not like you're complaining or anything," Marinette retorted back with a devilish grin, biting her bottom lip as if she was winding him up for round two. Knowing her playful side, she was pretty much teasing him with temptation, one of her fingers twirling a strand of her silky locks coyly.

Locks that he now knows that feels like ink running through the webs between his fingers.

"Wanna tell me why the cutest girl in Paris decided to land one on me?" The boy purred huskily, wrapping an arm around her waist, leaning his forehead against hers before lazily trailing his nose against the supple skin. His pupils were comically dilated to the point where only a slither of acidic green surrounding it was visible.

"Well...you're a cute boy in a catsuit so I kissed you cos I could."

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Two can play at that game.

The feline superhero responded to her answer with an entertained look and a teasing "is-that-so?" before crashing his lips against hers one more time, earning a surprised squeak from the girl in his grasp.

His lips felt like velvet and passion, electrifying her nerves in a way she has never felt before. An intensity that made the tips of her cheeks and ears burn with a gorgeous red hue.

By the time Marinette let her eyes flutter shut with ecstasy, Chat pulled away with an exasperating grin. He absolutely relished the way the disappointed huff escaped her plump, freshly kissed lips. Her baby blues and expression was darkened with pure desire and want.

His ego couldn't have gotten any bigger.

Despite his utter lacklustre of kisses in his lifetime (sans the ones he's received from his Lady during battles where his memory was wiped and the one time his Princesse managed to brush her lips against his at the wax museum), he's managed to unravel Marinette to the point where she was putty in his hands.

Thank the Gods more reliant than Plagg that all the romantic mangas and anime he's consumed has turned out to be quite useful in this very department.

Unfortunately, the moment couldn't last for much longer.

He had a duty to attend to.

'Oh, the woes of being a kickass hero~'

"Sadly for you ma Princesse, this cat's gotta scat. I'll be very much looking forward to payback," With an amorous click of his tongue and a saucy peck on Marinette's cheek, the boy vaulted out of the area in pursuit of the enemy, leaving the dishevelled girl behind, her heart beating against her chest a million miles per hour and her lips pleasantly tingling from its earlier ministrations.

The heroine in disguise giggled dreamily for a second, fists bundled against her cheek and bum wiggling in delight as she squealed quietly. The memory of her partner's searing kisses was branded on her lips which would surely have her burst into spontaneous silent chuckles in the future.

A pinch on her thigh snapped her out of it.

"Owch! Tikki!? What was that for?" Mari whined, glaring at the deity in her purse who simply mirrored her expression.

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The sounds of taunting between Chat and the akuma in the distance explained why.

"Oh right...I need to transform...hehe..."

"And probably keep your lips to yourself during the battle, Missy." Marinette couldn't help but blush brightly at Tikki's remark, quickly grumbling out the words to transform into Ladybug and swung towards the fight.

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If a severely confused Nino noticed his best friend staring at Marinette in class with an expression that could very well be the definition of the 'the cat that got the cream', he refused to say a word.

Even if the matching kiss bruised lips the model and designer wore piqued his interest.

He'll leave the meddling to his friends' love life to Alya.

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A/N: And then the identity reveal happened because idiot one and idiot two recognised the ravished state of each other's lips. Woot.