Hi guys! I'm so happy to publish you this chapter!
I'm so sorry I took all this time, but I have a ton of classes lately and it's really hard to juggle with uni, writing, translating, reading, and sleeping.
Anyways, the chapter worths the wait because he's kinda long and... you'll see :p
Good reading to you all!
A feeling of control, freedom and invincibility spreads inside Adrien's veins when he becomes Chat Noir. It's a mixture of emotions that only his heroic alter-ego can give him.
He has forgotten how intoxicating it is, how euphoric it is. Actually, the summer which has just ended has been pretty sparse in akumatisations. It's what usually happens during July and August, when the city is overrun by tourists and most of the Parisians go take refuge in the south of France. During all these years that Ladybug and him have been fighting Hawk Moth, summer has always been the slack period.
Then it's back to school and Hawk Moth is always super determined.
The idea of being able to spend pretty much normal holidays isn't all that attractive to Adrien. No akumatized people to rescue means no Chat Noir suit to put on, no recovered freedom.
And no Ladybug.
But this summer has been different. He hasn't spent it being bored and waiting for the start of the school year.
No, he has spent it with Marinette.
His father has been on a business trip to the four corners of the earth for nearly two months, leaving him under the care of Nathalie and the other members of the staff.
Adrien really likes Nathalie. She's considerate, kind and devoted. Even if she carries out the orders of his father to the letter, he can see the sadness in her eyes when Gabriel makes a comment about his mediocre performance with the piano, about his dropping grades or about the weight he has gained.
It's not a pity feeling, he knows that. No, it's the frustration of not being able to do more than bring him his meals, communicate him his schedule or dictate him the orders of his father.
She has even become more flexible during summer. All these times he had sneaked out and returned way too late to be authorized. All these times he and Marinette had slipped into his bedroom or in one of the gym rooms of the mansion. All these times they had been way too loud to be unheard. During all these getaways, there had to be at least one time when Nathalie had seen him slip into his room, an afternoon when she had seen Marinette sneak into one of the several service entrances or an evening where she had heard a laugh a little too loud, a moan a little too intense.
It's the laws of probability.
The fact remains that she has said nothing. She hasn't reprimanded him, as though she wanted to let him enjoy this summer of freedom.
And Adrien is infinitely grateful to her.
Even though these two months have probably been the best of his life, he couldn't—and still can't—prevent himself from thinking about Ladybug. But he doesn't think about her as frequently as he did a few years ago. Yes, her face appears in his mind when he's falling asleep sometimes—often, maybe. And yes, he feels the need to listen carefully when her name is brought up in a conversion.
But the laugh which haunts his thoughts, the eyes which make his heart beat and the body which raises his temperature are all Marinette's. And he's feeling guilty for not thinking about Ladybug as often as before.
Despite everything, he still feels like it's in his DNA, like it'll never go away. That loving her is something he'll never escape.
So, he's torn. Completely torn between his passionate and blind love for Paris' heroine and his increasing affection for Marinette. Torn between love at first sight and love which grows over the years. His heart is ripped and these two raven-haired and blue-eyed girls each have a part.
He has done his best to not think about it. He has buried deep down inside him this betrayal feeling towards Marinette, this cheating feeling towards Ladybug, this lying feeling towards himself.
But today, when he's running over Paris' roofs to fight Hawk Moth all over again, everything he has buried for months is dangerously coming back to the surface.
He's about to see Ladybug again.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
The akuma seems to be particularly angry. Paris' streets are full of crying children, frightened teenagers and yelling adults. A little boy is desperately offering his hand to the one who is, in all probability, his friend. But he's incapable to get closer to him, like an invisible force is keeping them apart. Like two magnets getting nearer.
Chat Noir lands on top of a building and looks everywhere around him, in hopes of spotting the supervillain. He's coming up short when the hypersensitivity of his suit indicates to him that someone has just joined him.
Chat Noir takes a deep breath and turns towards Ladybug who is smiling at him. This smile. This smile which is making his heart beat faster in his chest and he can't help but smile, too.
"Hi, kitty," she says, getting closer to him.
"Milady," he answers.
Now next to him, she puts her hands on the low wall which is surrounding the borders of the roof and bends over to look at what is happening in the streets.
Chat Noir can't avoid his gaze running along her body. Her suit has changed over the years. Now, it's black on her knees and all behind her legs to the top of her thighs. The black pattern stops just under her butt—he can't help but look at it for a second—and continues to her waist, shaping a belt all around it, making the red string of her yo-yo even more apparent. Her mask is surrounded by a black border which is emphasizing the deep blue of her eyes even more.
She explained to him once that suits can change at the same time as the ones who are wearing them. And he believes that all these black touches are, indeed, in line with her evolution. For all those years, they have to fight way more complicated akumas and aren't counting the times where they've almost been defeated.
That, and the fact that Ladybug has been the Guardian for more than three years. She doesn't like to talk about all her sacrifices and everything that comes with it, but he has noticed that she smiles less often, she teases him less than before and that she always seems tired.
But today, she seems to be different. Although he can still see worry in her eyes, she's glowing . Her body seems to be more calm than it was at the beginning of summer, her shoulders more relaxed, her eyebrows less furrowed.
"You look good," he honestly says.
Ladybug turns her smiling face towards him and shrugs one shoulder. "I had a great summer."
"I expect details," he responds, laying against the border of the roof.
Ladybug answers him with a chuckle and turns her attention on the street. "When we'll have stopped this akuma, maybe," she says, looking up and down. "We need a better point of view to know where he is," she adds, turning towards him.
"Your wish is my command." And he grabs his baton. He stabilizes it in no time and catches Ladybug before she even has time to furrow her eyebrows. One arm around her waist, the other held around his baton, Chat Noir feels a shiver run along his back.
This closeness with Ladybug, it's normal, it's familiar, it's something he's been used to for years. He has wrapped his arm around her waist hundreds of times before. The softness of her suit, the rigidity of her muscles, the warmth of her presence, they're not discoveries.
But a strange feeling overwhelms him when his body presses to hers. It's familiar, yes. But it's too familiar. The way his arms perfectly fit on the hollow of her waist, the curve of her hips, the firmness of her abs, he feels like he has never left this physical contact. Like he has never left her skin, like he has never left her body.
He's close, so close to an ultimate realisation. He can feel it, he can feel his brain getting closer to the answer. Two elements are connecting, they're about to crash into each other…
And, nothing. The more he tries to remember what has just brushed his mind, the more this thought is drawing away from him, until it becomes nothing at all.
"Over here!" Ladybug exclaims, her arm wrapped around his neck.
She's sitting on his thigh, stabilized by his arm. Chat Noir is holding his baton between his feet and is keeping his left hand on it. Ladybug's weight is close to nothing on his leg and his strength is heightened when he's Chat Noir, which is making this posture way easier to hold than it seems.
Ladybug doesn't seem to realize what has just happened in his head in these last thirty seconds. And he's relieved about it. "Ready?"
A light chuckle answers him and he feels his lips straighten up on their own. "Do you even know who you're talking to?"
He turns his face towards her and he's hit by the closeness of her gaze. Have her eyes always been so blue?
His hand is still on her waist and he can't help his fingers pressing against her suit. Ladybug's breath cut and her eyes close for an instant. "We should go," she whispers.
And when her eyelids open again, all trace of trouble has left her gaze. She grabs her yo-yo and throws herself in the air, leaning on his shoulder.
Chat Noir takes a deep breath and hurries in her wake.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
They don't take more than an hour to defeat the villain. Chat Noir is convinced that they could have reduced this time by half if they hadn't spent so much time without using their powers.
Oh, of course, they have transformed during summer. But it has been a matter of a few patrols per week, nothing more.
The last akuma they fought before; Chat Noir can perfectly remember that day. It happened the day of his birthday, the day of the holidays and the day when Marinette and him eventually yielded to the urges which had been giving them a hard time for months. He cannot forget the difficulty of the akuma and the time they took to defeat him.
Today is way different.
"Pound it!" they say at the same time.
Chat Noir bumps his fist against Ladybug's and watches her purify the akuma and restore the balance. Even after having seen the process thousands and thousands of times, it's always incredible.
"What happened?"
The supervillain is a teenage boy laid low by his feelings again. Ladybug kneels next to him on top of a building and smiles with leniency. "You have been akumatized."
A flash of panic draws in his eyes.
"But everything's fine," Chat Noir sums up, kneeling down too. "Everything's back to normal."
"I'm so sorry, I—I've…" He swallows and looks down, ashamed. "I'm not in my class' friends and I don't know anybody, so…"
Chat Noir put his hand on his shoulder, a rush of affection leading his moves. "You know, the first time I went to school, I didn't know anybody, either. And now I've got these incredible friends."
The young teenager raises his big brown eyes to him. "But now everybody is going to make fun of me because I've been akumatized."
"There's no reason for it. Precisely, you're yourself again, aren't you? It's proof of courage. And, if someone annoys you, you can say you're friends with Chat Noir, alright?"
A smile lightens his face and Chat Noir gently squeezes his shoulder before standing up. "Come on," he says, raising his hand.
They walk the teenager on terra firma, ensure that everything is back in order, answer a few questions and then they're on the roof of a building again. The sun is shining high in the sky, dispersing the warm ending summer rays.
"It's nice, what you did," Ladybug says, smiling.
Chat Noir smiles back, nodding. "So," he begins by getting closer to her. "How did you summer go?"
She shrugs her shoulders innocently, cheeks slightly red.
"Oh-oh!" he shouts out. "What's his name?"
Ladybug automatically loses her smile and passes from a pinkish complexion to a crimson face in one second, which amused Chat Noir way too much. "What's her name, then?" he asks.
Her lips straighten up again. "How can you be so sure? What if I just spent the summer on the beach? Or with friends? Or—"
"It shows, Bugaboo. Believe me."
He cosily leans against a chimney, arms crossed. He's delighting himself in her always redder cheeks and her loss of composure. "So, how did it go?"
" Chat!"
"So, it was good."
A grumble answers him.
" Wow, it was really good."
"I'm going to murder you. I'm going to murder you and make it look like an accident."
"Oh, c'mon," he answers, laughing. "A personal detail for another one, is that okay?"
She looks at him, her eyes creased. "Alright, but you begin."
He noods, wets his lips and thinks for a moment. "I had a great summer, too."
"Oh-oh!" she repeats.
"Your turn."
The lips pinched, she gets slightly closer to him. "It was the first time," she says, looking up at him.
"And it happened only once?"
Ladybug shakes her head.
"Five?"
She shakes her head again.
"More than twenty?"
She noods and he can't help but laugh.
"Hey! I have needs, okay?"
"I can see that, yeah," he answers, still laughing.
She gently hits his shoulder. "Sorry, sorry."
"And what about you? Did it happen more than once?"
"Mmm…"
"How many times?"
He puts his head against the concrete and bites his lips to hide his smile. "A number between ten and a hundred?"
She bursts out laughing and shakes her head. "They grow up so fast!"
"If only you knew," he answers.
He guesses her eyebrow raised under her mask.
"And I'm not gonna say more," he says, putting his hands up.
"And I'm thanking you."
Their gazes are anchored in each other, their lips pinched. And when Ladybug's Miraculous begins to beep, they stay face to face. "You know," he says, "if you need to talk about this, don't hesitate. I can listen, you know."
"Yes," she answers. "I know. And you too, if you need a feminine point of view on the question."
He can feel his smile grow bigger. "Are you insinuating I need advice?"
She shrugs. "They always need advice."
"Even your boyfriend?" He can't help but look down at her lips when she slightly bit them.
"No, I chose him well."
A new beep. Chat Noir's, this time. "We should go," he says.
Ladybug grabs her yo-yo and moves away from him.
"Milady?"
She turns around after throwing her yo-yo.
"I'm really happy for you, you know."
A smile draws on her lips again. "Me too, kitty. I hope she knows how lucky she is."
Something glows deep down her blue eyes, something he doesn't have the time to really identify because she sets off in the air the second after.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Adrien reaches his high school and quickly catches up with Marinette, Alya and Nino.
"Is everything okay?" Marinette asks.
He nods and smiles at her. "Yeah, I think we have been split up because of the stampede."
"Ladybug did really great today," Alya exclaims, texting on her phone.
Adrien sees Marinette stand on her tiptoes to look at Alya's screen.
"She and Chat Noir seem to be happy to be together again," Nino says, his gaze lingering on the pictures too.
"They seem more than just happy , if you ask me," Alya laughs.
Marinette raises her eyes to heaven, and Adrien can't help but smile.
"They're partners, it's normal."
"They're as much partners as you and Adrien are friends ," Alya assures.
This time, Marinette doesn't hide her outrage and Adrien has a lot of trouble to keep his amusement to himself. Nino kindly dishevels Marinette's hair and puts an arm around her shoulders.
"C'mon, a little smile, Mari."
But she keeps pouting which Adrien finds particularly cute.
"Adrien, we need help over here," Nino demands.
Without needing more instructions, Adrien gets closer to Marinette and runs his fingers along her stomach, goes back her ribs, tickles a particular spot he knows is very sensitive.
"I'm almost there," he says, his fingers sliding along her sides.
The second after, she bursts out laughing and Adrien triumphantly raises his hands. "Here it is!"
"You know," Alya declares, putting her phone in her pocket, "From here, it's really weird."
Adrien looks down at Marinette when she looks up at him and he quickly meets her in her laugh.
"I'm a little bit turned on," Marinette whispers to him.
"You're unbearable," Alya complains.
" Insatiable," Nino adds.
"Completely obsessed."
Adrien looks at Marinette again, lips pinched, and they can't help but laugh again.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Classes end before noon. It's the first day, so it's not strictly speaking classes, but rather a general presentation of their senior year. With all the blathering and usual information.
So, Adrien, Marinette, Alya and Nino come to an agreement to spend the beginning of the afternoon at Marinette's. They know their schedules are going to get more packed and that meeting all together for more than thirty minutes is going to soon become very complicated. So they prefer to enjoy it when they still can.
"Marinette, can I ask you something?" Nino asks after having swallowed a mouthful of his sandwich.
Adrien turns his face to her and can't repress a smile by seeing her expression. She nods, half-curious, half-worried.
"Your parents," he says, frowning his eyebrows, "do they know who Adrien is?"
Backing onto Marinette's couch, just next to her, Adrien keeps looking at her, interested in the question.
"Everybody knows who he is," she answers, shyly crunching in her sandwich.
Alya, sitting on her desk chair, muffles a chuckle.
"Oh," Marinette ads, a sparkle of understanding in her eyes. " Oh."
Adrien feels his smile grow by seeing her blushing cheeks.
"Well… That is… I mean I don't... I don't know?" she says, nervously playing with the lettuce pieces which are escaping from her sandwich.
"You mean that they never ask you anything?"
Marinette shakes her head and Adrien can't hide his surprise. " Never?" he asks.
She looks up and meets his gaze. "No, never."
Adrien loses himself in the cerulean blue of her eyes which almost perfectly match with the color of the dress she's wearing.
"They surely suspect something," Alya says. "Especially if you look at each other like that when they're in the same room."
Marinette breaks their eye contact in one second and Adrien can't help but chuckle. She's really cute.
"Of course they suspect something," Marinette pronounces. "But they're waiting for me to broach the subject myself, I guess. They don't want to make me uncomfortable or to make me talk about something I don't want to."
"Your parents are amazing," Nino says.
Adrien fully agrees. He can't imagine, even for one second, his father cares about his feelings, cares about his way of reacting. Cares at all, actually.
"I know," Marinette responds with a smile.
She bites into her sandwich again and Adrien realizes he hasn't even touched his. He knows it's delicious: it's from the Dupain-Cheng bakery.
"And how do you deal with your parents?" Marinette asks.
Alya shrugs her shoulders. "Officially, ban on staying in my room with the door closed, and ban on sleep over—expect on the couch on week-ends"
Adrien smiles. "And unofficially?"
"Oh, you know, I live only on the first floor..." Alya answers, looking meaningfully at Nino.
Marinette's laugh sounds at his ears and he quickly joins her.
"And you, how is it going with your—"
"I didn't tell you what Lila told me earlier!" Marinette cuts Nino off with a cheerful voice.
Adrien feels a relief flash overwhelm him. He knows her enthusiasm is overacted and that she cut Nino off only to not bring up his father.
His hand automatically goes on her thigh, gently squeezing her skin for a few seconds, quietly thanking her for her intervention.
Thankfully, Nino doesn't seem to be offended by being interrupted. He seems, on the contrary, very interested in her story.
So, she relates what Lila told them a few hours ago. She imitates her voice, playing the scene parodically, collecting a few chuckles.
"Can you believe that, seriously? Pretending to not have recognized, me, it's really—"
"I don't think she was pretending," Nino says.
Adrien agrees with him: Lila seemed really surprised. Of course, her acting skills need no explanation, but this time, her astonishment didn't seem illusory to him.
"Why?" Marinette asks, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Er… It's that… you… well… "
Adrien feels a smile tickle his lips. He knows exactly what Nino's point is.
"You did change a lot , Mari," Alya speaks.
"Well, so did you," she responds, shrugging her shoulders. "But she recognized Adrien."
Alya shakes her head and crumples the paper of her sandwich which is now completely eaten. "No, no. We grew , you changed ."
Her eyes creased, Marinette opens her mouth, but changes her mind at the last second.
"Come on! Look at you!" Alya keeps going.
She seems completely lost now.
"Nino gained four inches—let's not talk about Adrien—and my body changed and we all learned how to dress—thank God."
Nino has his eyes fixed on the floor and Adrien is now thinking that his nails are a very interesting part of his body.
"I think Goldilocks right here knows exactly what I'm talking about."
His eyelids instantly close. He eventually looks up and realizes that all their gazes are fixed on him: Alya's amused one, Nino's sorry one and Marinette's confused one.
He lets his head fall against the couch and nervously pats his knees. "It's that… you dress more… you know ? You wear more makeup, you do your hair differently, and you… your…" He clears his throat and turns his face towards Marinette. "Your body ?"
Two muffled chuckles answer to him and he can't help but roll his eyes. "How old are you? Twelve? Marinette's right: we've all changed, more or less," he says.
"Yeah, but Marinette became really hot," Alya affirms, stretching her arms.
Adrien looks at Marinette again and he's surprised to not detect any embarrassment on her face. No, she's smiling.
"She's right," he discreetly whispers in her ear.
This time, her cheeks become slightly pinker and Adrien feels his body temperature increase a bit.
"Thanks—I guess—but could we stop talking about the way my body has grown? It's becoming a little bit awkward," she says, still smiling.
"It's true," Alya answers. "Up to you to talk about it in private, but," she quickly adds when Marinette begins to grumble, "we have to talk about something."
Adrien has a lot of trouble focusing on something other than Marinette. On her smooth and glowy skin, on the curve of her eyelashes extended by the mascara she's wearing, on her gaze, set on Alya, on the curve of her nose he's dreaming to kiss. Her freckles beautifully stud on her face, emphasized by the two sunny months which have just ended. His eyes drift along her face, admiring her lips, the way her upper ones are a tiny bit thicker than her lower ones.
His heart skips a beat when her tongue runs over her lips, leaving a bright trail on them.
His gaze keeps going down, examining the delicacy of her jaw, the fineness of her neck, the freckles which keep running on her upper chest. Her dress falls low enough for him to see the beginning of her breasts which are rising at the pace of her breathing.
"Your birthday."
"It's in two months, Alya," Marinette says.
The way he's looking at her is at the limits of restraint, so he focuses on the discussion and, for lack of putting his eyes on her, he puts his hand. Her thigh is smooth, and he can feel her skin directly on his.
"Exactly, it's soon! It's your eighteen birthday, Mari, it has to be memorable ."
His birthday has been memorable.
Marinette crosses her legs and Adrien lets his hand run to her knee.
"We have to find a place, make a guest list, know what to buy, what to wear, it's a big deal, you know."
"I know, I threw Adrien's birthday party.
His name on her lips makes him shiver.
"Yeah, but we were only ten people."
"And we'll not be more for mine."
"Oh, c'mon, please! Let me throw you a real party! You won't have to do anything, just be here at the right day, at the right time and with a dress, if possible."
Marinette lets out a sigh and Adrien doesn't need to look at her to know that she's smiling.
"I can't escape it, can I?"
"No, there's no way," Nino says.
"Well, alright. But," she hurriedly adds when Alya already begins to exult, "no more than twenty guests, okay? And not too much alcohol, and no…"
Alya raises an eyebrow, the arms crossed.
"Alright, I'll let you do it."
"You'll see, it'll be great! You'll have as much fun at your birthday as Adrien had at his."
"You'll have a really great time, then,"Nino goes one further.
"Thanks, guys," Adrien says, rolling his eyes. He can't help but smirk, and Marinette begins to laugh next to him. His fingers are innocently wandering at the bottom of her thigh, low enough for it to be appropriate when Alya and Nino are in the same room, but intent enough for her to feel that they're the only reason he's not going higher.
The afternoon passes in a joyous and relaxed atmosphere. Alya and Nino keep teasing Adrien and Marinette who keep sighing and smiling at the same time.
Discussions come one after another, going from Marinette's birthday to Alya's holidays, lingering on the fact that Marinette's parents are really super understanding.
"But how did you manage to go all summer without being caught?"
Adrien, a knee brought against his chest and his hand still settled on Marinette's leg, turns his gaze towards her.
He understands what Alya means. Showing questionable discretion is way different than not even trying to hide themselves.
Maybe they're pretty tactless and maybe they've been way louder than they thought. And maybe that the homework excuse isn't valid during summer vacation. Maybe .
But they've the merit of at least trying.
"I made him enter through the service door," Marinette explains, her eyes fixed on his hand settled on her thigh.
"What about you?"
Adrien looks up at Nino. "I have a ton of secret doors at home."
"I think the number of secret doors is proportional to the surface of the place. I just have a bookcase which opens itself, that's all," Alya says.
They begin to laugh all together and Adrien shakes his head.
"I gotta go," Nino announces after a while. "I have to be at home before four," he explains, standing up.
Adrien looks at the screen of his phone and sighs, seeing that it's already past three thirty. Nathalie has asked him to be back by five, but he knows that his father has returned from his trip earlier today.
The wiser option would probably be to go home now.
"You have to go, too?" Marinette asks him.
Her eyes are looking at him with care. Without being able—without wanting, either—to help himself, Adrien gazes at her lips for a second. "No," he answers with a voice huskier than he expected. "No, I can stay a little longer."
Wiser, yes, but less fun. Marinette responds to him with a smile which reveals the slight dimples hollowing her cheeks, and he knows he's making the right choice.
An hour with her is fully worth being reprimanded by his father.
"I'll let you twos," Alya says, "I have to go, too."
She joins Nino, and Marinette stands up to see them out. Her skin slides against his hand and Adrien closes his eyes for an instant. It's so smooth .
A minute later and Marinette is sitting next to him again. The room is muted by the absence of their friends and Adrien's heart begins to beat way too loudly in his chest.
An atmosphere of expectation, of eagerness and of desire is floating between them.
"You—"
Marinette barely has the time to say one word that Adrien falls upon her in a heartbeat. His hand settles on her leg again and doesn't limit itself to her knee. This time, his fingers end up in playing with the end of her dress, slightly sliding underneath before going down again.
Marinette kisses him back almost automatically, putting her hands on his shoulders and pressing her lips on his.
His hand definitely disappears under her dress and a throaty moan answers him. Marinette drags herself on him, ending up in his lap, her lips devouring his with an ardor which makes him shiver.
"I've been dreaming of doing this since this morning," he whispers before putting his lips against her neck.
She brings her hips closer to his in response and Adrien feels his skin ignite. His fingers run along her thigh, drifting to the inside and Marinette's hands close on his shoulders when he reaches her panties.
The warmth of her core is detectable even through the fabric and Adrien moves his face back to plunge his eyes into hers. Her mouth opens when he moves her underwear aside, directly putting a finger between her thigh.
Marinette lets her head fall against his shoulder. "Look at me," he whispers at the hollow of her ear.
A shiver travels his body when she sits up again. Her face is only a few inches from his. He can count the number of freckles which sprinkle her nose, admire the red nuances with which her cheeks are decorated, and can lose himself in her gaze, darkened by the desire. "Do you want this?"
It seems pretty obvious, according to the language of her body, but nothing can express a real consent except words.
Marinette nods her head. "I need words, Mari," he whispers with a voice huskier than usual.
"Yes," she quickly says. "Yes, I want this."
Without waiting more, Adrien pushes his fingers against her and his middle and forefinger end up inside her.
Marinette gasps loudly by instinctively grinding against his hand. He can't help but let a smile straightens his lips while he begins a slow back and forth movement with his fingers.
Then, the discussion of this morning crosses his mind, when he has found its way into Nino and Marinette's call—under his orders, of course. The way she has confessed to him how much it's amazing .
A moan louder than the others tears him away from his thoughts. "Did I hurt you?" he asks, short-winded.
"No, you— No."
He raises an eyebrow, slowing down the pace of his fingers. "Mari, we already talked about this, you have to tell me if—"
His sentence is interrupted by a frustrated groan. "You didn't hurt me," she articulates between two halting breaths. "It's quite the opposite."
He furrows his eyebrows and Marinette mumbles openly this time, which amuses him a lot. "Use words. Words ."
She rolls her eyes and nervously licks her lips. "I need you to… to… harder ."
Her eyes are looking at him with such desire, such want that Adrien thinks he's going to burn right away. Thankfully, it doesn't happen and he appreciably increases the pace of his fingers, smirking.
Marinette, surprised, doesn't have the time to hold back the scream which escapes from her lips and Adrien adds a third finger even before she has the time to breathe again.
"You perfectly knew what I wanted," she says, noticing his smile.
"Of course I knew," he answers, always sinking his fingers deeper inside her.
"I hate you," she whispers, meeting his fingers with her hips.
Adrien puts his thumb on her clit and a second scream sounds at his ears. He doesn't know it's possible that he can literally feel himself burn from the inside because of a sound but damn him if he doesn't want to hear it again.
A moan passes the boundary of his lips when Marinette kisses him. "I thought you hated me," he whispers.
"Mmm," she answers before sliding her tongue between his lips.
He wants to respond, but she doesn't let him. Her hand runs along his chest and settles on the buckle of his belt which she undoes in no time at all. The resonance of her moaning sounds against his mouth when he curves his fingers upward.
Marinette's fingers quickly end up inside his underwear and Adrien removes his lips from hers, looking for oxygen. "Mari," he whispers, almost desperately.
"I need words, too."
He lets the back of his head fall against the back of the couch and tries to regulate his breath—in vain. "Yes," he simply says, softly brushing her clit.
The mix of her moan and of the hand put on him make him close his eyes. Marinette doesn't play the same game than he did earlier—thankfully for him—and directly begins quick and confident back and forth movements.
The pressure of her fingers and the warmth of her core are close to paradise. The rhythm of her wrist increases again and he opens his eyes, unable to stop himself to moan at seeing her sitting on top of him.
She's so beautiful.
He instinctively puts his lips on her jaw, goes down along her neck, ends up on her chest and kisses the top of her breast.
"Oh shit, Adrien", she whispers against him.
His fingers go deeper and he slightly increases the pressure of his thumb against her clit and Marinette increases the pressure of her hand around him, too. They gasp together.
His hand settles against her ribcage, he slightly slides her dresses until revealing her breasts. Without waiting a second, he puts his tongue against her nipple and a new scream sounds in his ears.
While he can feel her becoming tighter around him and that he feels himself come closer to his release, his phone rings.
Marinette jumps and Adrien releases her nipple in a loud pop. He looks up at Marinette's reddened and sweating face. With a shaking hand, he grabs his phone in the back pocket of his pants and brings it to his ear, without ever stopping to look at Marinette and to move his fingers.
"Hello?" His voice is way too throaty.
"Adrien? You have to come home now. Your father demands it."
He can't help but sigh. But the apprehension to confront his father is offset by the feeling of Marinette's hand on him.
A smirk appears on his lips. "I'm on my way."
If he could have hidden what he was doing before, this time, he knows he's not deceiving anyone.
"Make it quick."
He hangs up and hastily puts his phone away. "I have to go," he says.
"Now?"
"I have something to finish first," he whispers, putting his lips on her cheek.
He feels Marinette smirking and intensifies the movement of his fingers away. His mouth runs along her face and until her breasts again which he covers with wet kisses.
Her smell—a mix between almond and vanilla—makes him sigh against her skin.
Marinette's hand becomes quicker and quicker, her fingers faster and faster, and so do his lips. A grinding later and Marinette powerfully contracts around him.
At the same time, her hand squeezes his crotch and he lets his forehead against her breasts, letting himself go into the pleasure wave which overwhelms him.
He can feel Marinette's orgasm run along his finger when he sits up and looks at her again.
All of a sudden, this morning scene with Adam plays again in his mind. The way he looked at her, the way he brushed past her. And Adrien is deeply convinced that he's going to spend the year fantasizing about her, to dream of being in his place—without ever knowing that Adrien has already been there.
He has Marinette's consent. He has had the occasion to look at her body, to kiss the most intimate places of her body, to know—and to respond to—her desires. He has his fingers inside her. He has just given her an orgasm. He's the one she's looking at like this .
Him, not Adam, not anyone else.
Him.
Whether it stops tomorrow or it lasts for years, the present moment will stay what it is.
With a shaky hand, Adrien gently removes her hair from her face, putting a lock behind her ear. He removes his fingers from between her thighs, replaces her underwear, adjusts her dress and settles his two hands against her waist.
"Well, that was hot," she says.
"Yeah," he laughs.
Marinette laughs back and seems to hesitate, but she eventually puts her lips on his. Adrien intensifies the pressure of his hands against her waist, kissing her back.
They regretfully pull apart and quickly clean themselves. Marinette clumsily stands up and has to grab onto a beam to not fall. "Don't laugh," she says, getting her balance back.
"I'm not laughing," he answers, putting his belt on again.
Marinette's gaze drifts to his crotch for a second and Adrien doesn't miss a thing. He raises an eyebrow when she focuses on his eyes again. "Second round, princess ?"
The nickname slips from his mouth but he doesn't have the time to regret it: Marinette begins to smile.
"Aren't you supposed to go?"
He stands up, gets close to her and gently raises her chin. "I can be quick."
"I know," she whispers.
"But I really have to go."
"I know."
He lets out a sigh when he moves away from her again.
"See you tomorrow," she says.
"See you tomorrow," he answers, gently booping her nose.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Adrien pushes the huge door of the mansion, sighing. The tense atmosphere hits him right away. Even if he already knows it, he can feel that his father is back.
Nathalie welcomes him immediately and her anxious expression calls him out. She's not the kind to be disconcerted.
"You told me you were on your way."
"What's going on?" he asks, getting closer to her.
Nathalie looks nervously around her before bending over Adrien. With her high-heels, she's almost as tall as him.
It's rare that he doesn't need to lower his eyes to talk to someone. The only person with whom he doesn't need to is his father.
"Let me be frank, Adrien." He nods and she takes a deep breath. "I know something is going on with your friend. Mari…?"
"Marinette," he answers after a few seconds.
"Marinette. I don't pretend to know the nature of your relationship, but I do know that your father wouldn't approve it. But he's far from being stupid, Adrien. He knows something is up. And if he knows it after being back for only six hours , I let you imagine what he's going to conclude in six days ."
Adrien feels his heart jump at each new beat.
"You have to stop this," she says. "Before trouble starts."
"I'll do no such thing," he answers.
"Adrien, you know as much as I do how much your father is committed to your protection, and—"
He can't retain a laugh. "My protection, right."
"Adrien…"
"Thank you, Nathalie. Thank you for this summer, thank you for warning me, thank you. But I'm not going to stop seeing Marinette. My father has no proof and he's not going to get any."
"You are well aware that he doesn't need proof."
Adrien looks down for a moment before putting his hand on her shoulder. "I have to go."
And he heads towards his father's office.
"Come in," answers the cold voice of his father after he has knocked.
"Father," Adrien welcomes him once in his office.
"Sit down."
Paperwork has accumulated on his desk during summer. It's strange to see his office in such a state.
Sat in front of him, the fingers settled under his chin, his father has his gaze fixed on him. "Could you explain to me where you were?"
His voice is quiet, as freezing as an ice cube. "At a friend's."
"At a girlfriend's," Gabriel corrects him.
"There has been an akuma attack," he continues without considering his father's remark, "so we ended up classes later than expected. So we thought that we could eat together, the four of us, and—"
"I thought you were at a friend's."
He hates this. He hates his father's way of dissecting his words, his way of making him say things he didn't mean to, his way of manipulating him to get what he wants.
"Yes, but we weren't alone."
"Don't do this, Adrien."
He doesn't answer. A lump begins to shape in his throat.
"Don't lie to me. I'm not stupid."
"I know," he obliges himself to answer.
"So, let's see if I get this straight: you ate I don't know what, with I don't know who, and you did I don't know what all afternoon."
"I—"
"Not all afternoon. All summer," Gabriel cuts him off.
"No, it's—"
"As long as no one finds out, you do what you want."
His words die in his mouth. He expected everything. Absolutely everything. But not this.
However, he knows his father. He knows his way of working. And he's not going to fully confess his relationship with Marinette only because his father has said that he's okay with it.
For all he knows, it could be a trick to make him admit.
So, he says nothing.
"I understand that you have some needs. It's natural."
'What?' he thinks. 'What, what, what, what—'
"If you choose this girl to satisfy them, so be it. I'm not going to intervene on it.
'What ?'
"My only condition is your discretion. You can do what the hell you want as long as it doesn't spread. I wouldn't want your reputation to be ruined."
A disgusted feeling insinuates in his veins.
"She'll get her price, whatever it is. Ask her how much she wants to keep it secret."
It's a nightmare. A nightmare from which he's going to wake up soon. He's going to wake up and Marinette will be right next to him, her face on his chest, her hair brushing his nose, her hand on his stomach.
He's going to wake up, and all this discussion will not have existed.
But he doesn't wake up.
He doesn't wake up and his father is still in front of him. It's not a nightmare and his father has really just called Marinette a whore right in front of him.
I really hope you liked this chapter!
I can't wait to read your reviews!
The next chapter is already written, now I have to translate it. So, I'll try to publish it in one week, to let myself the time to write the next one to be ahead.
I didn't add a playlist this time because I wanted to publish the chapter today but let me know if you like it or if it's completely useless because it takes a lot of time to do it. Or if you'd prefer me to just add it in the beginning?
Anyways, get ready for the next chapter and let me know what you thought of this one! I don't have much reviews so don't forget that it's the only way for me to know what you think of this story. It takes you only seconds and it makes me really happy and it motivates me, so... :)
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P.S: I know Adrien's birthday is around September but it's easier for me if he's born around July, so he'll be a little Cancer here :p
P.S 2: about the fact that their Miraculous begin to beep later after they've used their power, I'll explain this on the next chapters!