Author Note: So, for clarification, since their birthdays are somewhat of a mystery, here is my 'writer's convenience' thing kicking in. In my world, Adrien's birthday is September (since it's clearly during the school year and before Christmas) and Marinette's will be mid-October. At this point of time, in my story, Adrien is 16, and Mari will be 16 shortly. Thanks.
Also, thanks again to Jinxiousdelice and ChubbyUnicornMama for your ever loyal reviews. I'm so very glad you're enjoying it enough to stick around! I hope this one is good for you, too! ENJOY!
Chapter Six: Raging Hormones
Adrien sat on the bench, pulling his helmet off.
Plagg made a disgusted sound. "You have that dumb look on your face again," the onyx Kwami complained. "Marinette or Ladybug?"
Adrien glowered a little, but he couldn't deny it. "Marinette," he muttered, unable to stop the grin on his face when he thought about her.
Marinette kept her word. He had seen her the evening succeeding his musical debut. When he asked her how she was doing, she seemed melancholy, and confided in him that she dropped out of his school. Chat was surprised.
***Minor Flashback (One Week Ago)***
Chat rocked back on his heels. "I bet your friends miss you!" His boisterous tone made her lips twitch, but Mari didn't smile.
"Most of my friends will understand. It's not like I can't see my true friends outside of school, especially now that it's summer vacation. Alya visits almost every day." She flopped back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. "I just needed a breather, away from the gossip and from…" Her voice trailed off.
Chat turned away, feigning interest in a pull string hanging from the ceiling. He pawed it, knowing she meant she needed to be away from him. Well, civilian him. "Can I keep visiting you?" His voice was small, unsure, which didn't happen often. His claw hooked the loop of the string, tugging it gently.
"Chat!" She shrieked, and his body slammed into the ground. "Th-that's private stuff!" She screamed into his face, pinning him to the floor. His eyes widened, blinking up at the flustered girl.
"Ooookay.." he chuckled, his grin spreading evilly as she began to realize she was straddling him. "If you wanted to be on top, you could have mentioned it, Puuurrrincess."
"What—that's-I didn't—snacks!" Her face glowed with her flush. "I mean I'll get snacks!" She scrambled towards the door.
He laughed, sitting up a little to look after her. "We really wouldn't have to leave your room for some delicious snacks," he teased. She tripped on her way out.
***End of flashback***
"I'm glad she's feeling better is all, Plagg," he insisted.
"Oh, brother," the ancient rolled his eyes. "Humans."
After they'd laid down some ground rules about not having sex…or doing anything related to sexual things, Marinette had agreed to allow him visitation once a week. Of course, she said he was welcome to more visits, but they figured out that their schedules only definitely afforded Wednesday evenings.
Adrien shoved his fencing equipment into his locker. "Even Ladybug seems to feel better these days," he sighed blissfully. "Everything is getting better."
Plagg made a choking noise. "Humans," he reiterated.
"Do you know what song she was humming last night?" Adrien's brows pulled together. Ladybug had been humming a tune under her breath for the last three Akuma encounters, and he thought it sounded familiar. However, each time he actively tried to listen, instead of passively doing so, the tune sounded almost…distorted.
"I don't know what you're talking about," the Kwami said quickly, shoving a slice of camembert in his impossibly large mouth.
The trick reminded Adrien of when he was first trying to figure out who Ladybug was. Each time he'd compare his heroine to the girls in his life, every feature in his mind seemed overtly distorted. "It's something to do with the Miraculous, right?" He looked upwards, thoughtful. "Anything I might think I recognize makes the magic kick in or something?"
"Kind of," Plagg admitted carefully. "You're far more affected by the magic since you are also a Miraculous holder and spend a lot time in direct contact with other wielders." He floated upside down, swallowing the remaining morsels of his cheese. "Regular people are affected differently. If they suspect a girl might be Ladybug, they suddenly remember the lucky charm wielder has freckles in odd spots, or even a subtly different hair color."
"That's weird," Adrien scoffed. "How does anyone fall for that? Pictures of us are all over the Internet."
Plagg sighed, sounding exasperated. "A lot of people write things off as coincidence, and others seem willingly blind." The golden haired boy could have been mistaken, but he was almost sure Plagg was scrutinizing him when he said it. "The same goes for Chat Noir. If someone sees you and thinks you might be him, they might forget what Chat really looks like. Or, if they look at your pictures side by side, the brain almost refuses to digest the information it sees."
"I guess," he sighed. "I'll only know if she tells me?"
The cat Kwami cringed, spinning to face the lockers. His tiny shoulders were tense. "Yeah…"
**OCTOBER**
"She still hasn't come back," Alya sighed. "No matter how much I've begged her. I told her nobody cares about the dumb gossip." The caramel skinned beauty leaned on her boyfriend as Adrien listened solemnly.
"I'm sure she'll be back, babe." Nino kissed her, and Adrien averted his gaze into his locker, giving them visual privacy, at the very least.
"Have you guys seen her lately?" Chat had visited Marinette every week during summer break, but at the beginning of the school year, she'd ask him for a small reprieve, despite the fact he'd been a perfect gentlemen. Despite the fact he could smell how much she wanted him….despite the fact he'd be happy ravishing her. They kept their boundaries clear, and had stuck to them…almost surprisingly.
She told him that she wasn't mad, and that she just had a project to work on. He offered his help, and the bright blush in her face made him smile. She told him it was a secret project and promised to allow him visits when she was done. He'd wanted to argue, but he wanted to show her he respected her wishes. So it was a little over a month ago he last saw his bluenette Princess.
His friends shook their heads in tandem. "She stopped taking my visits last month. Something about work that needed to be done."
Nino grunted. "Same here."
Rose sidled over, chiming in. "I got the same message," she agreed. The bell rang. "We'd better go before we're late," she squeaked.
"Uh, I'll catch up," Adrien muttered, realizing he needed a moment to cool down. Raging hormones were not his friend.
"Oh, man," Plagg hissed as he peeked out of the locker, noticing Adrien's condition. "I need some camembert therapy. I might be scarred."
"Shut up, Plagg," he growled before collecting himself. He fed his Kwami a piece of cheese anyway, as the ancient started mewling his woes over teenage boy problems, and Adrien jogged towards class.
He scrambled through the open door, sighing in relief when he realized the teacher wasn't present yet. His eyes flicked up to a tittering group of girls, realizing they had a new student.
Her back was turned to him, but his heart stumbled violently in his chest when he stared at her. She was wearing a soft pink sundress, and her thick midnight hair, which seemed lightly tinged with obsidian streaks, tickled the bare skin of her upper back each time she swayed. His vibrant emerald orbs strayed down, unable to stop himself, staring at the porcelain skin of her beautiful legs, and the matching pink stilettos she donned. Heat pooled in his gut. She was…she was…
"Marinette!" Alya squealed, giggling as they continued talking.
"M-Marinette?!" His own voice sounded shrill as he blurted out her name in surprise.
Oh, God, she turned to face him, and it only made the situation so much worse. Her silken wavy hair framed her beautiful face, and her full lips were painted a soft pink color. Her bangs slid a little to cover her right eye, so she was peering at him through the blue strands.
"A-Adrien," she stammered, her voice gentle. Her cheeks turned pink, and she stared at the floor.
He tried to ignore how much she was filling out. Had her breasts been that big the last time he saw her? Had her curves always been so full? "I—uh-it's good—what I mean—" His tongue was heavy in his mouth. It was absolutely swollen.
"Please take your seats." Ms. Bustier clapped her hands gently as she entered. "I see you all know Marinette is back," she smiled affectionately. "So, let's get to business." She pulled out the roll list.
Adrien tumbled into his seat, Nino catching him a bit. "Dude, Marinette is hot."
"Yeah," he breathed.
"Dude, you two should totally hook up," he whispered excitedly.
"I don't think she'd go for me," Adrien huffed. He wasn't going to toy with Mari's feelings. He lusted after her, but she was still his friend. If she loved him, he certainly wasn't going to have sex with her and confuse the poor girl. Idiot.
"You might be surprised," Nino said in sing song, winking as if there was some big secret. Did his best friend know about her feelings?
He glimpsed over his shoulder, and Alya and Marinette were giggling in hushed whispers. She probably told Alya, and the woman probably told her boyfriend. That should hardly be surprising. Still, he was not going to have sex with Marinette, he was in love with Ladybug. His subconscious snorted.
***POV CHANGE***
Marinette sat on her work desk, and sighed contently. "It was a good day, Tikki."
"I'm so happy for you, Marinette!" The Kwami hugged her face.
"Nobody could say anything except how beautiful my dress was. Oh, and my hair," she giggled, twirling some of the black and blue strands around her finger. She'd actually hoped that her new look would draw Adrien's attention, but he merely seemed dumbfounded by her sudden reemergence. He didn't talk to her all day. She pouted.
"He'll come around," Tikki comforted, reading her mind. "Boys are oblivious sometimes." The crimson ancient sounded a little annoyed. Marinette grinned, moving towards the door, but Tikki stiffened mid-flight and disappeared.
Only seconds passed before tapping graced her skylight. It opened, and Chat purred. "Is it a good time, Princess?"
"Sure—oh, but hold on!" She giggled, feeling light, and happy to see what Chat thought of her new outfit. He couldn't see her from the skylight without poking his head in, so she brushed off her skirt and put her hands out a little to either side like 'what do you think' and nodded. "Come in."
He leapt in, landing squarely on his feet, stopping dead when he saw her. Her cheeks flared immediately, and she crossed her arms. "That bad?" Her voice was a little strained. Marinette felt self conscious immediately.
Chat sauntered closer, doing his flamboyant kneel, taking her hand. His eyes met hers, glancing up just enough so she could see his pupils dilate. "You look amazing," he murmured, lips pressing to the back of her hand. "Then again," he smiled, his eyes darkening, "you looked amazing before, too."
She wasn't sure her cheeks could glow any brighter, but the look in his eyes made her press her thighs together as the heat pooled in the lowest region of her belly. She felt the wetness gush into her panties, and Chat inhaled loudly.
"Ch-Chat," she whispered, pulling back. He was on his feet, stalking closer as she backed up. "The r-rules—Chat." Her back hit the wall, and his palms slid to either side of her head against the flat barrier.
"Some rules are meant to be broken," his voice was husky now, and he leaned down, his mouth was a breath from hers. "Just say no, and I'll stop," he murmured, each syllable making his lips skim hers.
His tail snaked around her thigh, lifting it to his hip, and he nestled his throbbing erection between them. The skirt of her dress hiked up so he was firmly against her damp core. The thin panties felt nonexistent as he ground into her, eliciting a soft moan from both of them.
"Tell me to stop," he groaned, trembling.
Marinette realized he was trying, hard, to keep his composure. He wanted to keep his control until she submitted. Chat Noir was on edge. "Chat," she breathed, unable to stop the mounting pleasure in her body. She meant to tell him to back up. She meant to tell him to stop. She knew he would if she said so…but… She kissed him, deep, needy, and fevered. That was all it took.
He hoisted her up, his mouth returning her need tenfold. His thrusts and grinds pushed her firmly into the wall, and her nails dug into his scalp without reservation. Marinette felt the pressure in her stomach building, that tight, hot knot condensing to a single molecule as her orgasm built. He felt so good against her, possessing her…wanting her.
His lips tore free from her mouth and headed for her neck, but he refrained at the last minute, his body stiffening. "Wh-what is it," she whined. "Please, don't stop," she begged, thrusting her own hips forward.
He blinked, his eyes finding her face before he lathered her neck in kisses and gentle nips. It was enough to shove her face first over the precipice, and her nails scraped down his scalp. Her back curved, and his name left her lips in ecstasy.
Her mind barely registered the movement when he shifted, but her body bounced on the bed as he tossed her after ascending the stairs. A small yelp escaped, but she laughed until he was poised over her, his eyes full of lust. "I need you, Princess."
The amount of yearning in his voice made her quiver, and she clung to his arms. "There's s-something for you..in my desk drawer." She flushed, looking away, embarrassed.
He tilted his head, but his curiosity got the better of him. When he returned, his grin broke his entire face. "This is the best gift, ever," he chimed, hanging the black and green handmade sleep mask between his fingers. "Much better than ripping my shirt."
He pulled it over her eyes, and the world fell into darkness. "You'll have to be my guide," she teased.
"Of course," he chuckled. "Claws in." She didn't even see the flash of green, but she did hear his clothes hitting the floor.
He climbed above her, and his mouth touched hers again. It was soft, and affectionate, but his hands shoved her dress up, and tore her panties off her body. She screeched in horror, but the sound disappeared into his feeding mouth. He lowered his weight, and she felt him….every inch of him, resting against her core.
"W-wait," she breathed, tearing her mouth free. "I thought w-we said no sex…" It was hard to have conviction when her breasts were heaving with each breath and her heartbeat was audible.
"Tell me to stop, and I will," he repeated, sliding his shaft against her slit, and her legs latched automatically around his waist.
The cry of pleasure tapered off, and she was covered in sweat. "Wh-what about L-ladybug?" She tried, and he slid against her again so her mind went numb.
"I'm not thinking of her right now," he admitted, his mouth feathering down her shoulder to flick his tongue over the swell of her breast. He growled, frustrated, and pulled her to sit up enough to yank her dress up over her head. He was careful not to dislodge her blindfold, and he sucked in a loud breath when she fell back, completely naked now.
"Ch-chat?" She felt judged.
"I want to devour every inch of you," he whispered hoarsely, his mouth wrapping around her nipple. His teeth rolled the hardened bud between them, and her back curved violently as the next orgasm possessed her. "I love that you orgasm so easily," he chuckled, his teeth biting her shoulder cautiously.
"P-please," she begged, unable to help it. "I don't want to stop," she said, sealing her fate.
He pried her legs from around him, spreading her thighs enough to give him room to maneuver, and he pushed the tip of himself inside, groaning, almost painfully. "Are you sure?" His voice wavered. He sounded guilty.
Was she sure? She wanted Adrien, but, God help her, she wanted Chat, too. At least Chat wanted her back, if only to a limited extent. What was wrong with enjoying being with someone who wanted to be with you, even if it was only physical?
"Y-yes, please Chat," she moaned.
She expected him to thrust, but he wriggled into her slowly, groaning the whole way until he was buried within her depths. She had expected the pain to be worse, but it only hurt a little. She took deep breaths, swallowing audibly.
"God, you're so tight."
"I w-would think so," she whispered. It didn't don on her that he probably wasn't a virgin too. After all, Chat was a flirt.
"Wait are you…are you a virgin?" His voice sounded surprised as he held himself still inside of her.
She laughed softly, panting with the effort not to move, the sweat slicking her body just from him entering her was accumulating more quickly. "I should think not anymore," she teased.
His mouth was hot against her ear. "Well, I'm glad our first time will be with each other," he admitted huskily. Oh, God. Another orgasm crashed over her.
