The Naked Truth

Written by: JuliaFC

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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

ATTENTION PLEASE. A PART OF THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CUT FROM FFN FOR RESPECTING THE R RATING. PLEASE TO READ THE CHAPTER IN ITS ENTIRETY, READ IT ON AO3.

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Chapter 11 — Shower time

Marinette fell on her knees, her eyes still glued to the trapdoor until she heard the soft bang of the apartment's door closing, and the even softer bang of the gate downstairs locking. Only then did she breathe a big sigh and looked awkwardly at the three condoms in her hand. Three. As if!

As she thought that and still skeptically eyed the little plastic packets in her hand, she heard the skylight door tentatively open and saw Chat peeking in, with circumspection. He looked cautiously left and right until his gaze met hers. He gulped. "Is she gone?"

"She is, silly minou. It's all your fault." Marinette kept looking pointedly at the three packets of plastic in her hand. "She figured us out."

Adrien leaned inside the window with a graceful movement and ended up on her bed, in a frog-like pose. She saw him paling when he heard what she just said. "Say that again?"

Marinette sighed. She looked at Adrien using his baton to propel himself down from the mezzanine, ending up in front of her in just one movement. He leaned down to look her in the eyes. Marinette panicked and didn't know what to do. So she just looked at him, smiled a smile that looked more like a grimace than anything else and put the three packets into his hand. Adrien looked at them and blinked. And his face became as red as a tomato.

"Uh, what has Alya found out, exactly?"

Marinette's face was also a deep shade of red, her hands to her temples. "She got a hold of my phone and read our conversation." She gulped. "Then she gave me those and said that her two ships were just one and they're both sailing. She knows."

"Fuck!" Adrien put a hand to his mouth. Then he looked at the content of his other hand and a nervous smile curved his lips. "Huh… three? No pressure. Cheers, Alya."

Marinette looked at him and couldn't help giggling. "Well, based on the soap in your hair, maybe she's right, Chaton." Then she gave him a better look and touched his shoulder, noting the amount of water that wet her fingers at the contact. "Either it's pouring outside or you came here soaking wet."

His cheeks dusted in pink and his hand ran across the nape of his neck (soaking wet and full of shampoo. Ew), but he did recover from the embarrassment quickly enough and gave her a flirty look. "I was promised company in the shower," he said. "I'm holding you to it."

It was Marinette's turn to blush. "Uh, about that," she muttered, "M-my s-shower is very s-small!"

"All the better, Buginette," he said with a smirk, his hand taking hold of her chin and forcing her gaze to meet his. "I want to be as close as I can to you."

He gave her a peck on the lips, quick and soft, and Marinette shivered because the gleam she could see in his eyes promised her much more than that. It left her breathless and again, somehow wet in between her legs. He gave her a deliberate stroke on the cheek, starting from her cheekbone and going down slowly up to her chin, and then continuing back to behind her ear, then stopping there and rubbing the nape of her neck.

The loud moan that came out of her throat caused his lips to curl up in a small smile. She saw it and her hand ran to those lips, and traced them softly. "Are you really…" she started, but Adrien smiled his Cheshire grin and interrupted her muttering, "Claws in." A very naked, full of soap suds and dripping wet Adrien took the place of Chat Noir, answering her unasked question.

Marinette's eyes grew wide. "God, you are," she said. "I think Alya thought you would come through the skylight looking like this." She blushed profusely and continued leaning closer to him, in a low whisper into his ear, "So did I, actually."

"Sorry to disappoint." His Cheshire grin widened. "That was my plan. But Alya's voice coming from your room kind of stopped me in my tracks." He laughed. "And the chill in the air. It's bloody freezing out there." He folded his arms on his chest and forced a shiver. It was no pretense. He was still trying to warm up.

Suddenly, a black furball zipped in front of his eyes. "Cheese!" whined Plagg.

"Sorry, buddy, I've no pockets. Maybe Marinette has something for you?"

Plagg sighed theatrically. "I knew that it wasn't a good idea to transform naked." Then he made to turn to Marinette, but something red zipped towards him and started dragging him away.

"Come on, Plagg. Give them some privacy. I'll give you one of my macarons."

"Macarons? Ew! No, thanks!"

Marinette smiled. "In the fridge downstairs, Plagg. I've got no Camembert, though. Hope Gorgonzola will be sufficient!" She heard a moan and then saw the two little creatures disappear through her floorboards and smiled again, more softly this time.

"So, about that shower," said Adrien, still shivering.

Marinette gave him a funny look, stood up and walked to her closet, picking up a couple of towels and throwing them to him. "There. The shower is downstairs in the ensuite of my parents' bedroom." She made to close the closet's door, when she felt two wet arms wrapping around her waist.

"Not so quickly, Mademoiselle. You promised me company," he said from behind her.

She turned her head to look at him, as her hands took great care of taking his arms off her. "I may have changed my mind. And, Monsieur, you're dripping on my floor."

He smirked and wrapped his arms again around her waist, pulling her close and lifting her up.

"Adrien! You're soaking my clothes!" she protested, kicking her legs in the air, so he put her down. But to her dismay, she saw his (wet) hands starting to fiddle with the buttons of her shirt.

"Well, Purrincess. As purretty as you are in this shirt and skirt, if you don't want your clothes to get wet, there's only one thing to do." That said, he unbuttoned her shirt and took his time to take it off, marvelling over how soft the skin on her shoulders was and passing his lips on it, in what he hoped was going to be a sensual caress. Coming off, the shirt had revealed a pink lace bra, which he was itching to remove.

"Mhhhhhh you smell divine," he murmured into her ear, causing her to shiver. "Strawberry I guess." He kept sniffing her neck and Marinette saw goosebumps forming on her arms, as his warm breath tickled her skin, new shivers running through her body. "Maybe vanilla too?"

"Wow, you're good at that," she whispered, an ominous grin on her lips. She felt his fingers reaching the back of her bra and starting to unplug that too, and she sighed, closing her eyes. "I guess I'm not allowed to change my mind, huh?"

He gave her a soft kiss on the crook of her neck, and one at the side of those (very!) kissable lips. "Nope. Not after all those alluring messages and pictures." After a few seconds of fiddling with it, her bra snapped open and Adrien nearly squealed in delight. He took that off too and almost immediately his hands clasped her breasts, giving them a big squeeze. "Mhhhhh, I wanted to do this all afternoon."

He took his time squeezing her boobs and starting to play with her nipples, which left her gasping for air very quickly. But the second he felt her shiver, he stopped his activity to again pay attention to her clothes. He moved his fingers on the hem of her skirt, looking for the zip, which he found and unzipped, letting the skirt fall on the ground.

"Didn't you say you were going to keep the knickers off?" he said, his hands reaching the lace material of her underwear.

She smirked. "I asked. You didn't answer."

"I answered as soon as I could. You dropped the conversation."

"You took a picture of your abs, what did you expect? My brain switched off when I saw it." She looked behind her back to shoot him a quick glance and blushed when she saw the stupid smile splattered on his face. She turned around, but Adrien's stupid smile didn't fade. In fact, it widened. She looked down and started fiddling with her foot on the wet floor. Then she coughed politely. "Are you going to stare at me like that all night?"

"Shush," he said, "I'm admiring a work of art. I will admire it as long as I possibly can." But then his smile faded into a grimace and he folded his arms on his chest. Marinette realised then that his lips were very blue. "A-alth-though m-maybe we c-could continue in that sh-hower of y-yours.

With a graceful movement, Marinette kneeled down to open her trapdoor and by doing that, she deliberately kept her bum up. Then she eyed him to see if he had noticed — and of course he had. She winked at him. "Are you coming?" she said with a smile, proceeding to walk down the stairs. He held the towels she had given him firmly to his chest and followed her.

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To be fair to Marinette, the shower was small. Well, compared to his, at least. But he didn't care. First of all it was so nice to feel the warmth of the water on his skin and hair. He hadn't realised how much he was freezing until the first gush of water fell on his shoulders and he felt like burning. But as his skin got used to the warmth again, he released the breath he hadn't realised he was holding with a happy sigh. Then he turned around and looked at Marinette, who was staring at him, sitting down on the lid of the toilet.

"Are you going to join me or what?" he said jokingly.

She smiled. "I was enjoying the view. It's not every day that Adrien Agreste takes a shower in front of me."

He chuckled. "Oh, I assure you this is the first of many. Now move that lovely derrière of yours and come here, please."

She did as he asked. He saw that she was still wearing her knickers, so he moved a really wet arm out of the shower and fiddled with the lace material and pulled them down. Marinette just kicked them off and stayed standing exactly where she was. He gave her a determined look and she stuck her tongue out, so he grabbed her hand and pulled her in. She squealed when the water hit her; Adrien chuckled again.

"There you go, M'lady. Plenty of space." He pointed at the literal five centimeters between them and smiled. "Now… let me give you a hand here, because I'm nearly done."

She bumped his nose. "No way, Chaton. I promised you some help in the shower and you're getting some help in the shower. Turn around, I'll get the sponge."

He did as he was told. She looked at his back for a few seconds, then she smiled cunningly and picked up the bottle of shower gel, filling up her empty hand. "On second thought, I don't think I need a sponge."

She started spreading the soap with her hands over his shoulders and back, and her strokes started becoming more and more sensual as she was going lower. Adrien learned that a shower could be an even more beautiful experience than he had ever thought of. Her hands were smooth and silky over his wet skin and her gentle strokes were going always lower, until they stopped on his hips. He turned around and gave her a questioning look, so she moved forward and grabbed his bum with her hands, repeating what he had done in the bubble and giving it a firm squeeze. Then, she smiled sheepishly.

"You're not the only one who's always wanted to do this, minou."

He laughed. Then he looked at her and laughed more. "We're two idiots."

She joined him in his laugh. "I agree."

*************SHOWER SEX SCENE. PLEASE READ ON AO3******************

"Did you come?" his doubtful voice said into her ear, igniting again a flame that she had never thought she had inside herself.

"Aha," she said in between her heavy breathing, "sorry."

"What for?" He was also still panting, but he beamed at her. His smile was so infectious that she had to smile back. "I made M'lady come. I'm the happiest cat alive!"

She pouted. "Yes but you, I haven't. I stopped…" she started to say, but he put a finger on her mouth.

"Hey, it's okay. I wanted you to come first."

She was left with only the option of looking down. "Ever the gentleman," she whispered as her hands started running over his torso. Her fingers were all wrinkled, she noticed, which made it more difficult to feel his skin properly. The water was also still running. Maybe she should switch it off, but she decided she was going to deal with the consequences later. Now she had work to do. A devious smile curled her lips, as she went on her knees in front of him.

—- MAYBE TOO EXPLICIT FOR R RATING —-

"Marinette? Wha—" But he gasped loudly when Marinette looked at him in the eye and filled her mouth with his bulging cock. Adrien lost his ability to breathe. He pinned his forehead against the wall of the shower and closed his eyes, trying to take in all the kaleidoscope of sensations running through his core.

"Don't stop," he moaned as his hands reached her head and pulled her close. He heard her grunting in surprise, but she didn't stop. In fact, she went faster.

This was just enough for Adrien to reach his peak. The warmth of her soft mouth around his dick, the strength of her sucking and the fast movement of her lips around his shaft. It was so much, so good, so… The strength of his orgasm hit him in waves and he heard himself moaning her name as he pushed deeper inside her mouth and finally had his release. He had to move his hands to hold on to the wall, to not collapse, because he was so weak on his legs. As soon as he felt comfortable enough, and he felt that Marinette had released his softening cock from her mouth, he crouched down and wrapped her in a hug. She wore a shocked expression, her mouth shut and her cheeks slightly puffed up, as if she had been caught inflating a balloon. When he saw that, Adrien realised what exactly had just happened. He had come in her mouth.

'Fuck.'

—- END OF MORE EXPLICIT PART —-

"Marinette, I'm sorry, I-I c-couldn't… I d-didn't…" He cupped his hand on her cheek and passed a finger on her jawline. "You can spit it out if you like, I won't get offended."

Marinette looked at him as if she had just woken up from a dream. Her eyes gained a determined gleam, and she pursed her lips, swallowing firmly. "Ugh," she commented.

"S-sorry," he said again.

"It wasn't that bad," she said, as the disgusted grimace on her lips said otherwise, "just a bit warm." She gulped awkwardly. "And it tasted sour."

She turned the water off, avoiding his gaze. "Maybe it's time to get out of this shower, before my papa gets charged a fortune in his next water bill."

"Uh, I can pay for that, just tell me the amount."

Marinette raised an eyebrow, finally looking at him again. "And tell me, Chaton. How exactly are you going to explain to papa why you're taking care of his water bill?"

His hand reached the nape of his neck as an embarrassed smile curled his lips. "Er, I hadn't thought about that."

She got out of the shower and grabbed one of the large towels she had brought downstairs, giving herself a quick wipe and then wrapping the towel around her body. She picked up the other large towel and threw it at him, getting him right on the head. He mechanically picked it up and started to dry himself.

Author's Note:

Hi Everyone! Hope you had a nice Christmas and hope that this chapter was worth the wait! Yes, the temperature in that shower was quite high. Huh! *fans her neck* wow… and you still don't know what it's going to come in the next chapters ^^

ATTENTION PLEASE. A PART OF THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CUT FROM FFN FOR RESPECTING THE R RATING. PLEASE TO READ THE CHAPTER IN ITS ENTIRETY, READ IT ON AO3.

A million of THANK YOU to all of you for the wonderful support and for the beautiful reviews and feedback, for all the kudos, reviews, comments, follows and bookmarks. I got some amazing reviews and I can't believe the love I'm getting from all of you for this story. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, you're all the best! I'm really happy that you're all enjoying the story, and I'm sure you will find it always more enjoyable as it unfolds.

Unfortunately I need to inform you that again, I won't be able to publish the next chapter on Saturday this week. I'm having family around again, so the evening is going to be hectic. Sorry about the delay, but have a great New Year and I will see you in 2021 with the next (very, very funny) chapter!

Hope you're going anyway to tell me your thoughts, what you liked or made you laugh and such. Your comments are what keeps me going, so please give me some feedback and make my day!

In next chapter of Naked Truth (out next week on Wednesday night GMT),

"An embarrassing phone call"

- "Marinette, isn't it a bit too late to go all shy on me?"

- "I broke it," he admitted, as his cheeks caught fire.

- I need you to tell me how to put a fucking condom on my dick. Please.

- "Hurt Marinette and I'll break your legs."

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