"You'd better-"
"I'll see you later."
Chat gave an obviously angry Marinette an awkward peck on the lips before scurrying out of her room via the balcony exit. The disheveled teen remained motionless as Alya began tapping her foot impatiently.
"So?" The blogger demanded, "are you going to give me an explanation or~"
Suddenly, Marinette sat bolt upright glaring at Alya. The ravenette appeared to be on the verge of tears as she clenched her jaw and scowled at her best friend. "Why are you here? Right now? Why have you come bursting into my room?"
Alya's eyes widened as she took a step back in shock. "I erm-"
"You what?" Marinette shrugged, the scowl not leaving her features as she moved over her bed to start clambering down. "You what Alya? Had to come and find out what I was doing? Needed to come and see if I had gotten lost?" She took forceful steps towards a now very sheepish Alya. "I have a phone. Text me next time you feel the need to check up on me!"
Chat really had not wanted to leave Marinette in that situation, but he supposed it was best to leave the girls to it and find out later what the plan was going to be.
He was angry, and at the time, his anger could have easily gotten the better of him... that would not have been good.
He wanted to chew Alya up for interrupting them, but not because she stopped them from doing anything further... well that, but that little inconvenience was not the worst part. Now that Alya had seen them in such a compromising position, even if he did reveal himself to Marinette, he could still not be her boyfriend as Adrien. 'Alya has a fucking nerve!' Not ready to go back to school in such a foul mood, the blonde crouched down on a secluded rooftop and dropped his transformation. 'why can't she just stop butting into other people's lives!? No respect for privacy...'
Wordlessly handing over a piece of cheese for Plagg to devour, the blonde waited until the tiny god had finished before asking for advice.
"Kid," Plagg sighed, cutting Adrien off before he could say anything, "you knew it could get complicated, you should have just-"
"I know what I should have done, Plagg!" Adrien cut him off in a mixture of anger and frustration, "but I need to know what I can do now!"
Plagg rolled his eyes before staring off with an indifferent shrug, "you could just Google how to have sex," he suggested, as if that would solve Adrien's problems, "at least then you and Pigtails could get past first ba-"
"Plagg!"
"What?" The tiny being stared intently at his chosen's outraged features, "there really isn't much you can do right now, at least if you Google things about that, then it will take your mind off your current predicament, and solve a different one."
Adrien released a forcefully calming breath through his flared nostrils and fixated his eyes on the floor as he sat down and fiddled with the hem of his jeans.
Plagg rolled in the air, "I would also appreciate you telling Pigtails who you are, then at least, I don't have to be part of it."
Adrien deadpanned at his Kwami, "like it's that simple... what if Alya works it out?!"
"I wouldn't worry too much about that blogger girl," Plagg crossed his arms and stared off to the side with little care for the situation. "Everything works itself out eventually." The nonchalant shrug the tiny being finished with had Adrien staring at him in disbelief.
"I can't believe you're not worried about this!"
"Why should I be worried?" Plagg stated, dropping his arms and staring Adrien down. "Kid, I'm not saying that you let it be common knowledge, but remember, Alya has a secret of her own that she kept." Plagg smirked, "and I've had a few holders who have dropped one too many hints before now… Pigtails is a smart lady, I'm certain she could come up with a miraculous solution if you find yourselves in a tight spot."
Adrien pursed his lips in thought, "you think I should give her some hints?"
"It's what you did this morning by signing that note 'your Sunshine'," Plagg tilted his head knowingly, "give her a few more and you won't technically be breaking any rules..."
"What about Ladybug?" The blonde questioned, "shouldn't I be running this past her?"
Plagg's bright green eyes rolled while he muttered his response, "something tells me she'll be okay with this."
With an assessing huff, Adrien leaned back and looked up to the sky, "she does trust Marinette... Ladybug gave her the Mouse Miraculous after all, and trusted her to have all of the others..." Adrien trailed off quietly in thought, "at the same time..."
Plagg smirked, he could see the cogs working in the blonde's mind, and the tiny god could tell his chosen was close to working it out. 'Come on kid, you're a smart kitten.' "Yeah," Plagg agreed, "a strange amount of trust to put into a new holder... especially when she had no prior knowledge of what a Miraculous is... wouldn't you say~?"
The blonde's brow furrowed as he pondered Plagg's words for a moment or two, the black Kwami egged his holder on as he hovered in silence by Adrien's face. Just as he thought the teen was working it out for himself however, a dopey grin graced Adrien's face as he shrugged his shoulders.
"It would be, if it was anyone else... but Marinette is just so...special though," Adrien sighed dreamily, "she really is our everyday Ladybug!"
Plagg did not hide his exasperated face palm at Adrien's wrong conclusion, or the low growl of frustration that accompanied it.
Alya struggled to keep up with her best friend as Marinette marched her way back to school. It was surprising to the blogger how quick the ravenette actually was as she stomped her way up the steps while refusing to look at the practically grovelling girl in her wake: Alya did not know what else to do.
"Mari, I know I've fucked up-"
"Oh, you think?!" Marinette finally turned around to face her remorseful best friend, causing Alya to stop abruptly before slamming into the teen she had been following. "Alya!" She glared before lowering her voice and speaking through clenched teeth. "If anything is going to happen between me and him, we wouldn't be able to make it official now because you would know his identity as you forgot how to fucking knock!"
"Mari I-"
"I'm not finished!" The majorly pissed off teen hissed. The anger, still burning brightly in Marinette's usually welcoming eyes, turned Alya mute: a feat to be celebrated under any other circumstances. "Now Alya, no matter who I get with, you're going to be constantly wondering if they are secretly him, so please, tell me-"
"I have a secret." Alya interrupted quietly, "I-I have a secret that… I've never told anyone." The way the teen fidgeted nervously and avoided Marinette's gaze informed the ravenette just how sorry she was. "I c-can't tell you it, only Nino knows, b-but I can promise you Marinette-" Alya finally looked up into Marinette's softening gaze, begging with every fibre of her being. "-that even if I did work out his identity, I would never tell a soul."
Marinette chewed on her lip as she assessed Alya's apologetic form. She knew the aspiring reporter had kept the fact that she was Rena Rouge a secret, and the reporter was right when she stated she had not told anyone: it had been Marinette that had outed her best friend to Nino. The Parisian heroine could not get over the invasion of privacy though. Knowing that Alya was truly sorry however, the ravenette made her decision.
"Okay," she nodded resolutely with a tiny hint of a smile, "but you have got to stop snooping Alya." The blogger nodded with shame and understanding before looking to the floor. "One day it could get you into a lot of trouble, and I'm still really fucking pissed at you for invading my privacy like that."
"I know," Alya acknowledged weakly, "are… are we good?" Her big hazel eyes pleaded with a conceding Marinette, and the ravenette rolled her eyes before huffing and crossing her arms.
"We are, but-" before Alya could wrap Marinette in an appreciative bone crushing hug, the ravenette held out a warning pointed finger. "-next time you feel the need to come checking on me, you must promise to text me instead, okay?"
Alya nodded eagerly and broke down the invisible walls that Marinette had constructed with a big squeeze around her middle. With her best friend almost picking the ravenette up with pure relief at being forgiven, Marinette began chuckling at her over intrusive fellow hero. "I'm so sorry girl." Her muffled voice had Marinette furrowing her brow and struggling to see her face.
"Als, are you-"
"No~" the teen sniffed, "you are!"
After separating from a rather damp faced Alya, Marinette made her way to the library. As history was already going to be well underway, the ravenette figured she could borrow notes from one of her peers, and use this time to go over their last science lesson. Chemistry was really not her strong point, and part of her had seriously wished she could have dropped the core subject.
The hallways were empty and it was not until she felt a pull on her hand that she realised that she was not alone.
"Ah!"
"Shhhh~ Purrincess," hearing the familiar voice of her black clad Kitty, as he wrapped her up in a hug from behind, instantly soothed her.
"What are you-" She began with a giggle, as he trailed kisses down her neck from the shell of her ear.
"Come with me."
He pulled her backwards into what she soon realised was a dark cleaning supplies closet. Still not actually having laid eyes on him, the only indicator to the fact that he was transformed was the covered arms still holding her securely to his chest.
He closed the door.
The light disappeared as soon as the mechanism clicked shut and Marinette turned around in his arms, splaying her hands on his chest.
"I can't see a thing!" She whispered while giggling quietly, finding the whole unexpected rendezvous quite exhilarating.
Chat chuckled lowly, "that's the point."
Before Marinette could say anything else, soft lips had met hers in the cramped space as the hero hoisted her up enthusiastically to wrap her legs around his torso. Marinette was already getting lost in the feel of his embrace as he whispered his detransformation phrase against her lips.
Her heart short circuited.
The leather of his suit was replaced by cotton beneath her hands and the ravenette could not resist fisting the fabric as their lips became more passionate against each other's. Throwing her head back and keeping her eyes shut tight, Marinette relished the feel of his open mouthed kisses trailing down from her jaw to her collar bone.
"You haven't put the scarf back on." He purred with an obvious smirk as she gasped in realisation.
As the young man, who was holding her up, tightened his hold on her to ravish the other side of her neck, Marinette could not resist teasing him back. "I guess," she started breathlessly, becoming distracted by the way he nibbled on her soft skin. "I could see... if your mark, h-has really been on show now t-oooo~"
Stifling a moan as Chat pulled her open apex onto the obvious bulge in his pants, Marinette rested her head in the crook of his neck and snaked her arms up to grip on his shoulders. The detransformed blonde enjoyed the reaction he enticed from her, and repeated the movement, making sure to elongate the sensation to draw out the whimper that came out muffled against his neck.
Marinette's nails dug into his skin through the fabric of his top and the teen began kissing up his neck until she found his ear and nibbled on his lobe while he continued to rub against her through their clothing. Perching her up against the shelves, the young man's hands were able to adjust their placement to meander under the dress that she was wearing: loving the way her skin felt against his bare hands.
With his fingertips now positioned millimetres from the hem of her underwear, Marinette fell further into the grinding. Taking over some of the movements, she angled her hips to take full advantage of their position and lifted herself up slightly to kiss him hard on the lips; using her thighs to support some of her weight as she eagerly gyrated over his growing erection.
Chat moaned into her, taking the opportunity of Marinette's new position and ability to support herself to bring one of his hands right the way around her pert cheek and graze the damp warmth between her legs.
They both moaned at the new touch: Marinette becoming more turned on with how his fingers were barely brushing her thin slick underwear against herself; and Chat loving the way it felt against his bare skin.
'OhmygodohmygodOHMYGAWD!' Adrien internally screamed, smiling against Marinette's lips as his tongue danced with hers. 'This was not how I envisioned this going but fuck~ I do not want this to stop!'
Feeling the woman in his arms grinding down on him, and in turn, applying more pressure to his fingertips was amazing. 'Who knew Google could help me with this!'
The young man had not planned on dropping his transformation, but boy was he glad he did! Feeling her excitement through the fabric of her underwear was turning him on so much that it was becoming unbearable…
And his release was imminent due to such intimate actions.
As the beauty ground down against his bulge and fingers, Adrien was aware it would only be a matter of minutes before he was going to need to change his clothing. By the way Marinette's breathing was becoming more laborious, he could sense that she was not far off either.
Whether it was the lack of vision, or the fact that this was completely new to both of them, the blonde did not know; however, he did know that by scooting his fingers-
"Ah!"
-there, he would get that type of reaction.
Moving his lips from hers, Adrien continued his exploration while kissing down her exposed skin, feeling Marinette trail her hand down to grip the bulge from the outside of his pants. This new position was awkward. There was no denying that the change made it difficult for the young woman to stay perched on his hips and they clumsily disconnected and her feet found the floor.
Although the blonde heart throb was loathe to lose her from his hips, the ease in which the young woman was able to effortlessly undo his trousers and wrap her hand around his shaft had Adrien gripping at the shelf behind her as he gave in to her deft ministrations. The sheer pleasure that Marinette caused with simple yet effective motions was heavenly, and Adrien waited no longer to find her sensitive area that Google had instructed him to.
They're in the freaking cupboard! And poor Plagg will have to find more hints of his own unless Marinette beats him to it! At least the tiny god did not have to endure being part of that little rendezvous for very long...
And Alya... personally, I would have wiped the floor with her, but we all know Marinette is very forgiving, practically to a fault, but something tells me she can be trusted... I wonder if she will stop snooping though?
Anyway...
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