Marinette's POV

Bunnyx drops me off to future me, and she falls off of her desk chair. Despite knowing I was coming, she still managed to be startled. How typical of me. Well, old me.

"Aack! I'm good. I'm good." I facepalm. "You can drop your transformation. Bunnyx won't be back until we're done here."

"Oh, okay." I release the transformation and sit on my chaise as my Tikki flies off.

"I know you're thinking that you've probably run through all the scenarios, and there's nothing I could say to help you prepare, but you would be wrong about that. Trust me, I was you yesterday."

"Just because that may have been what I was thinking doesn't make you right." I grumble. "Besides, I'm ready for this. I know I am." I sigh, "I have to be…"

"Do you think Ad—Cat isn't having his own difficulties?"

"No, I know he is… he wanted the romance. He's always been a romantic. Instead, he got an akuma. And we still don't know why it didn't wear off."

She glares to the side, presumably where the Tikkis are hiding. "That would be Tikki and Plagg deciding we needed to stop dancing around it."

I join her glaring as we hear a muffled, "Sorry!" coming from both Tikkis.

"Thank you!" she calls back, and I look at her questioningly.

"As much as we weren't trying to rush this and didn't know who we wanted first, you're going to appreciate them making this choice for us. Sometimes, we need that extra push. And you know that."

"…doesn't mean I have to like it."

"But you do." She wiggles her brows and comes to sit by me on the chaise. "It's amazing… he's amazing. Just like in battles, it's like he can read our mind… and if he isn't sure, he looks to us for direction because he wants us to be happy above all else." There's a wistfulness in her gaze that gives me hope for the future, even though she's only one day ahead of me.

I hesitate to ask my questions, but I need to know. "Do we know his identity?"

"Yes. It was… surprising at first, but it made so much sense when I thought about it… it's only brought us closer together and simplified things for us."

"But Cat Blanc-?"

"We tell him everything we know, and… well I can't say he took it well but he was more angry that we've been carrying it alone than anything else. And in knowing his identity and him knowing ours," my eyes widen dramatically because I hadn't even thought of that, "he can warn us if he's feeling a certain way or if he thinks he's close to being akumatized. Plus, we can watch for it."

"Okay, I'm going to ask this, and I know you won't know because it's only been a day, but I have the chance to talk to myself without sounding crazy, and I'm taking it." She laughs but gestures for me to continue. "…Do you think we would have a threesome with Adrien and use like the mouse or rabbit miraculous for it?"

"Well, the mouse makes us smaller, even if we only split in two. Though that might not be too much smaller, it would probably be easier to use the rabbit. If he really wanted it, I think we would agree. I mean, we are pretty hot." She looks me up and down. "We could kiss now to be sure, if you want."

I squeal and hide my face in my hands, the old me peeking through. "Come on, Marinette. It's for Adrien." Of course, she knows how to manipulate me. She's me.

"Fine." I groan, but inside, I'm kind of anticipating it? Like, I'm nervous and think it's weird, but at the same time, I'm morbidly curious about what it's like to kiss myself.

She presses her lips to mine, and I sigh, allowing her to sneak her tongue into my mouth. Her hands wind into my pigtails, pulling me into her lap. Her lips are so soft, and I can't help but grind on her a little bit as her hand comes up to touch my boobs. I moan as she pulls away to press kisses down my neck when I realize—

"Wait! I haven't felt the heat!"

"Yeah. It's something about me having already experienced it causes it to cancel out for you? I don't know, I just remember future me saying it when I was in your position."

"…so I'm like… actually attracted to myself? Should I be concerned?"

She laughs, "Well it's not really a problem unless we do it on purpose, which would more than likely be specifically to be intimate. It's not often we need two of us for an akuma, you know."

"Good point. I should probably transform and go with Bunnyx, though, right? I don't think I should lose my virginity to myself if the goal is to lose it to Cat Noir."

"You'll have to get off my lap first, Mari."

"OH! Shit, sorry!" She's laughing, but she stands up and grabs my hands as I call for my transformation.

"We've got this, Marinette. Trust him. Trust yourself. And before you go…" She presses a long, sweet kiss to my lips. "A little self-love." She winks and the burrow appears. "Have fun!" She smacks my butt as I walk by, and I really just have to wonder… am I really this turned on by myself? I think I'm losing my mind…

Bunnyx turns to me. "Ready now?"

"Ready as I'm going to be, I guess," I laugh.

"Let's go get your man." She walks to a different point in the burrow and forwards it.

I turn away to avoid seeing anything I shouldn't, and next thing I know, Cat Noir is back in the burrow with us. I sneak a glance at him and blush, thinking about kissing myself and wondering how much that would turn him on. It turns on Adrien, and he hasn't even witnessed it!

His hand grabs mine, pulling my attention to him.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, I think I am…"

"You sure? You look kinda…red?"

"I'll explain when we're out of the burrow."

"If you two are done being disgustingly sweet, I've found the right burrow."

"Thanks, Bunnyx," I say, grateful to have settled most of my nerves.

"Before you guys go, just some advice? What's coming isn't going to be easy. But trust each other, be there for each other. Don't let what happens break you. You have more allies than you think. They just need a little…persuasion. Not because they don't believe you. But because they still have some faith in her."

I give her a tight-lipped smile, but I am thankful for what she said. Cat replies for both of us.

"Thanks for the advice. I don't think anything can come between us," he looks at me with such love in his eyes, I can't help but press a kiss to his lips.

"Gahh! Get out of here before you do that!" We break apart laughing and apologize before we leave the burrow, ending on the same rooftop we started on. Immediately, I feel the heat, but it's less than before we went in the burrow. We have a little bit of time to prepare ourselves before it becomes too much.

"Come on, bugaboo. Adrien isn't home. We can use his room for the reveal." I'm wondering why he knows Adrien isn't home, but it would be better to do it out of the open, so I follow him.

We swing into the room and walk over to stand at the end of the bed, out of sight of the doorway.

"You ready?"

"Nervous."

"Sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

"Want to talk about it first?"

"It's just… I know you like who I am under the mask. I just feel like it will change so much…"

"Can I tell you something?" He sounds hesitant, so I sit on the end of the bed and pull him down with me. I turn to him and give him my full attention as he looks down at his hands. "…I already know who you are."

"I know you know who I am as a person, but I mean my identity."

"I know. I know who you are, Marinette." My stomach drops out from under me.

"H-how?"

"Remember that akuma? Mr. Softy? I'm the one who found you. And Tikki was terrified. She didn't understand why you didn't heal… That's how I found out."

"But Adrien fo—"

"Claws in." I stare at him in shock, suddenly understanding how someone so possessive was okay sharing. "Surprise?" He looks at me unsure.

"…why didn't you tell me you knew?" My eyes are teary as I drop my transformation. Tikki and Plagg fly off to who knows where as he turns to me.

"I wanted it to be your choice. I didn't want you to be forced by circumstance, though that didn't work out because here we are." He rolls his eyes. "I wanted it to be your choice to tell me. I didn't want that to be taken away from you. So, I was happy waiting and not saying anything until you were ready."

"But—WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE! THAT'S WHY YOU SAID LADYBUG AND I BEFORE YOU AND CAT NOIR! YOU KNEW I COULDN'T!" He bursts out laughing.

"I mean based on what happened tonight, we probably technically could."

"Yeah… I'm a really good kisser…" He turns bright red.

"You-?"

"I was curious!" I defend myself, looking away as he chuckles. "But…that means…you witnessed my nightmare."

"Yeah… You don't have to-"

"No. I do. Because we need to be ready, just in case." I take a deep, shuddering breath, and let it out in one go. "Cat Blanc… is your akuma."

He freezes before frantically grabbing my hands, "What are you talking about, Marinette?"

"…Remember when Ladybug gave you that beret? From your 'fan club in Brazil'?"

"Yeah, for my fifth name's day. I always wondered why she-well, you- had a beret from Brazil…"

"I made it. It was from me. And, originally, I signed it as Marinette. At the time, I didn't know exactly what happened, I assumed you saw me, put two and two together, and told someone, which continued until it got back to Cat Noir. Now I know it was just you. When I left your room, Bunnyx came and pulled me into the burrow."

He sits there patiently, letting me get it all out.

"She took me to the future, and there he was… Paris was underwater, the Eiffel tower on its side, the moon was destroyed, and Cat Blanc… he was alone. He tried to take my miraculous… said I broke his heart… I broke his heart. Marinette. He called me by name. But he didn't want my miraculous for Hawkmoth… he wanted to fix everything himself. His cataclysm… it could be as big or small as he wanted, he could use it as much as he wanted… and it was white, like his whole suit. Even his hair was white… and your beautiful green eyes… they were blue."

I sob, but continue, knowing I need to tell him the truth.

"He told me… 'It was our love that did this to the world, M'Lady.' He destroyed even more of Paris in our fight… He wouldn't tell me where the akuma was… I tried his staff, his belt… and I fell into the water. Everyone was stone, Hawkmoth…even…me. I touched her face…and she crumbled, washed away by the waves. He was going to destroy everything. So, I agreed to give him my miraculous… called him Cat Noir, but he said he wasn't Cat Noir anymore, he was Cat Blanc. I—"

I take a deep breath.

"I told him, 'You will always be Cat Noir to me,' and took his bell. I finally got the akuma and saved him… I came back in time and erased my name. That's when you came in… I still don't know exactly what happened to akumatize him – to akumatize you. All I know… is he said it was our love. So…I did everything I could to keep my identity from you… to keep from falling in love with you. Not that it worked, how could it? You're everything to me." I cup his face, and he holds my hand there, tears in both of our eyes.

"I don't know what happened, Marinette, but I promise I'll do whatever I can to keep it from happening again."

"I know you will, Kitty."

"You shouldn't have kept this from me. I would have understood, you know. At least then, it would have made sense. Yeah, it would hurt, but I would know why instead of just thinking you didn't want me or trust me. I know that isn't true now, but at the time… it hurt. So. Much. And if I was that hurt, I- I can't even imagine how you were feeling. I mean—it's been years, and you're still having nightmares." There's a pause, "I give you nightmares…" he whispers.

"No! You do not give me nightmares. I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid for you. I don't ever want to hurt you that much. I never want you to feel like that. I love you." I slam my lips onto his, tears streaming down both of our faces.

In hindsight, probably not smart to kiss someone when you're trying to have a serious conversation before the burning lust becomes too much.

I push Adrien's outer shirt off his shoulders before lifting up his tee, wanting to feel his skin. His hands push my Jagged Stone tee up at the same time, so we only have to part lips once to finish taking off both shirts. His hands snake up, expecting to find my tits, only to find my bra. He pulls away to stare at me in confusion.

"How do you forget panties but remember a bra?"

"I'm Marinette. How do I do half the things I do?"

"Good point," he conceded as he pulls me onto his lap.

His lips press a kiss to mine before starting to trail a path down my neck. At the junction, he bites and suckles, trying to leave the darkest mark possible without breaking skin while he undoes my bra.

My hands tug at his blonde strands as his mouth moves to suckle a tit. I cry out, arching further into his mouth and holding him closer. His arms wrap around me, pulling until there's no space between us as he moves to give the other side the same amount of attention. I grind against his erection, still feeling there are too many layers between us. It seems he agrees because his hand pulls down the zipper on my miniskirt.

He pulls away from my chest, gently pushing me off of his lap to stand between his legs. His hands come up and push down my skirt and panties to my ankles, and I toe off my shoes and socks as I step out. I'm bare before him, and he stares at me like he worships the ground I walk on.

"God, you're beautiful. I don't know how I got so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one, but this doesn't seem fair."

"Hmmm?" He's half-listening, still staring at me like he's going to devour me.

"You have too many clothes on, Kitty."

"So, rectify the situation, Princess," he leans back to admire me, placing his hands behind his head for a good view. I kneel before him remove his shoes and socks before I move to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans, pulling them down with his boxer briefs. His length springs out to hit his stomach, hard as can be.

"I just realized something."

"What's up?"

"Now I know why you and Cat Noir taste the same."

He blushes a little, but also smirks.

"I'm an original, baby. You're only going to find that flavor in one place."

"Two, if you count when you come on me," I respond, smirking.

He laughs in surprise with a brighter blush before conceding.

"Okay, M'Lady. Two places. I'm still the original, though."

I stand up and lean over his form, resting my hands by his head, causing him to swallow.

"Whatever you say, my prince."

His face goes completely red.

"What?"

I laugh a bit nervously. "What?"

He sits up, causing me to quickly right myself and almost fall over if he hadn't grabbed my hips.

"What did you call me?"

"Noth-"

"Marinette."

"My Prince?... is that…okay?"

"I love it, baby. But only when we're alone. And not when we're about to get dirty." He smirks, running his hands up and down my sides. "Then I'm your master, or your daddy."

"And when we're making love, not fucking?"

"I'm your Adrien, your Kitty."

"My Prince?" I ask hopefully.

"Your prince." He smiles, pressing a kiss to my lips.

"And what am I?"

"My baby, my bugaboo, my lovebug, m'lady, my princess, my Marinette."

"Always?"

"Always."

He stands up, pulling me close to kiss me. My arms wrap around his neck, his dick pressed between us before I jump, wrapping my legs around him. My cunt grinds against him, the head rubbing my clit with every move he makes as he turns around and climbs onto the bed, walking us up to his pillows on his knees. He lays me down but doesn't separate from me yet, purposely grinding against me now. I'm soaked, and I know he can feel it with how easily he moves against me. He's groaning against my lips as I whimper, feeling myself building to climax. He separates from my lips to kiss down my neck, then stops his grinding, causing me to whine in protest.

"Patience, Princess. I need to make sure you're ready to handle me. I want this to hurt as little as possible."

He separates my thighs, baring me to his gaze. Meeting my eyes, he leans forward, close enough I can feel him breathe. I nod at him, but he glares at me until I voice my consent with a breathless, "Please," thrusting my hips up at him.

His tongue comes out to lick a stripe from my ass to my clit. He circles before sucking the nub into his mouth, refusing to let go as he plunges two fingers into me. I cry out, and he lets go of me, pausing his movement to make sure I'm okay.

"Don't you dare fucking stop, Adrien!" I growl in protest, pulling his head back down to my lower lips. He laughs against me but resumes preparing me, licking at my clit and thrusting his fingers. He scissors his fingers, curling against my g-spot before adding a third. I feel so full, but I know it won't be enough until he's inside me. He switches from licking to sucking my clit, humming against me.

"Ad-Adrien, I'm so close!"

He purrs and I lose it, screaming his name as my release gushes out of me. I pull his hair, but his head is firm and refuses to move until I come down from my high. I lay there panting as he slowly stops thrusting his fingers and removes his mouth. He pulls out, licking his fingers clean as he moves up to kiss me. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, fingers tangling in his hair as our tongues meet. He pulls away from the kiss to look at me.

"Are you absolutely certain this is what you want to do?"

"Adrien, I swear if you don't take me, I'm going to combust," I started threatening and ended up whining in need.

He laughs. "Oh, don't worry, I'll combust with you. We can burn the building down."

"Adrien."

"Okay, okay. Let me get a condom." I grab him to stop, and he looks at me in question. "Marinette, we need protection."

"What if the barrier prevents the heat from stopping? I don't know if any of those other people were using condoms." I search his eyes, worried and hoping for reassurance.

He drops his head into my neck and presses a kiss against the hickey he gave me, causing me to shiver.

He rasps, "I'm barely holding back, Marinette. We can't afford to get pregnant with everything going on right now. We need a protection, and if I don't grab a condom in the next minute, we risk pregnancy."

"I'm on the pill. We both know we're clean, we haven't been with anyone else. The pill should be enough. I want to feel you… no barriers. Besides…" I look to the side in shyness, "would it really be so bad for me to have your baby?"

He pulls away from my neck and turns my head to face him. I can see his muscles, taught with the effort of restraining himself.

"I have every intention of you having my babies, Marinette. Just not right now. Between Hawkmoth and Lila… this isn't a safe place for them. But… you're right. The pill should be enough. Chances of it failing are low. And… I want to feel you raw, too," he blushes, and I lean up to kiss him.

"Then take me." I reach down and grab him, guiding him to my entrance. He looks into my eyes.

"Last chance to back out."

"I want this. I want you."

He hesitates, and I'm about to slam my hips up when he speaks.

"How do you want me to do this?"

"What do you mean? You put it in."

He rolls his eyes, "Yes, I know that. But, in the case that your hymen hasn't broken, do you want me to slam in fast and hard so it breaks in one go, and then I can stop for you to adjust? Or do you want me to try to slowly work my way in and only thrust harder when I reach that point? I mean, I did prepare you a little, but my fingers are still smaller than my actual dick, and I want to hurt you as little as possible."

"Oh…" I blush, now a little scared. He sees that and moves his hands to tangle our fingers together.

"Sure you still want to do this?"

"Yes! Stop asking that!"

"Okay, jeez! I just want to make sure. You know we can stop at any time, right? If you tell me to stop, I will."

"Adrien, for the love of god, yes. I know." He looks sheepish, and if I really look, maybe a bit hurt, so I make my tone gentler and continue. "And I love you so much for making sure I consent, especially with everything that's been going on. I hope you know the same goes for you, and we can stop if you need to."

"Of course," he looks at me gratefully, all traces of pain gone.

"As for your question… take it slow. Make sweet love to me. We can fuck later."

His smile is brighter than the sun, as if I gave him exactly the answer he wanted to hear. His lips press to mine as he slowly starts to breach my entrance before stopping.

"Mari?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Might have made a slight miscalculation."

"What do you mean?"

"It's going to be a lot harder to go slow than I thought. The heat…"

"It's okay. Do what you need to," I reassure him.

"I don't want to. I'm going to do whatever I can to go at your pace. I just wanted to warn you… in case I'm too weak and give in." He ducks his head into my neck in shame, but I release his hands to yank him up by his hair.

"Ow!" He rubs his scalp as I glare at him.

"Get this through your thick skull. You are not weak. You are the strongest person I know, Adrien Agreste. And to be honest… I almost gave into the heat before you asked me how I wanted it. I was just going to slam myself up onto you…" I mutter in shame.

He looks at me in shock before it fades to love, and he kisses me deeply. "I love you, Marinette."

"I love you, too. Now, please, take me. I need you."

He tangles our fingers together again, beginning shallow thrusts as he presses his lips to mine, going deeper with each push. I feel my walls stretch to accommodate him, and I've never felt so full. But at the same time, I've never felt so whole. It's like our bodies were made to fit together, like puzzle pieces.

"Mari?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to break the barrier. It's going to hurt, and I'm so sorry. Don't brace yourself, though, try to relax. If you tighten up, it's only going to hurt more, and I really don't want to hurt you more than I have to." He's quiet, begging me not to hate him. His eyes are a little watery, so I smile at him and relax as much as I can.

"I trust you." He bends down to kiss me, and then I feel him thrust, bottoming out. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as something inside me burns, and tears come to my eyes. I try to blink them away before he sees, but a few tears roll out, and he kisses them away, apologizing profusely.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. It's going to be okay. Just a little longer. Do you want me to move? Stay still? How do I make it better, Mari?" He's got a couple of tears himself, and I feel bad. This was going to hurt no matter who did it.

"It's… It's not that bad. I don't know how to explain it… it's like it burns, but not a lot? Like a scraped knee, I guess? But like… in my vagina." He laughs a little at my awkwardness. "You can probably move. If it hurts too much, I'll tell you to stop, but I think if you move, it will get better."

"Are you sure?" I lean up to kiss his tears away before I reply.

"I'm sure. Move."

He starts up his slow thrusts again, and I wince a little, causing him to falter. "Keep going, Adrien. I'm alright." He looks down where we're joined and whimpers.

"You're bleeding," his voice is filled with pain and guilt as he stops thrusting.

"Hey, hey, shh. Look at me. Not down there, look in my eyes." He meets my eyes, trying not to cry. "The blood is from the tissue tearing, Adrien. You didn't hurt me, not really. Imagine if it wasn't you right now. Whoever else took me would have had to tear it too, and what if they didn't go slowly like you did? What if they didn't warn me or ask what I wanted? What if they didn't prepare me, like you did? It would have hurt more, and I would have bled more. You did everything you could to limit my pain. And I'm so sorry that I still had to get hurt, that I needed you to hurt me, but you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't do anything I didn't want. I trusted you, and you protected me as much as you could. You did everything I asked for."

He lets out a small sob, and I let go of his hands, wrapping him in my arms and pulling him close to me.

"I love you, Adrien, and nothing is going to change that. I'm okay. Now, I need you to move, Kitty. Bring me the pleasure that only you can. Can you do that for me? Or do we need to stop? I'll do whatever you want, just like you did for me."

He pulls back to look at me, his eyes rimmed in red, and I let out a watery laugh. "Kitty, don't cry. You're going to make me cry, too." He laughs, too, wiping my tears as he leans on his forearms. I wipe his tears at the same time and press a kiss to his lips.

"We're a mess aren't we?"

"Best mess in the world. What do you want to do, Adrien?"

"I want to make love to you." He thrusts back into me before continuing to talk. "I want to make your eyes roll back in pleasure, to make you forget everything but us. Nothing matters but us, here, in this moment." He gives another thrust. "And I want to make you come so hard you see stars."

He thrusts into me slowly and gently, pressing kisses all over my face. He bends down to suck on my nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. Unlatching, he moves to leave a few hickeys on my chest before he gives the other nipple some attention. When he feels he's thoroughly loved on them, his lips come back to mine, while his hand trails down my body to my clit and begins to rub gently.

"Oh, Adrien."

"Marinette," he grunts out, rolling his hips against mine.

I wouldn't think this slow pace would be able to get me this worked up, but between the love I feel, the heat, and his attention to making me feel good, I'm thrown off the cliff.

"Ahh-" he hisses, feeling me tighten around him. I watch as his abdomen tightens, trying to hold back his release.

"Come in me, Adrien. Please, I need you to fill me," I beg, wanting him to join me in this bliss. His lips press against mine as he lets go, and I feel him flooding my insides. I whimper against his lips as he moans, a few happy tears falling from both of our eyes.

He stays in me, still hard, staring at my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks, an adoring smile on his lips.

"We did it, baby."

"Do you still feel the heat?"

"No… do you?"

"Not the one from the akuma…" I mutter, blushing.

"If you want something, babygirl, all you have to do is ask."

"Fuck me, Adrien?"

"I'll let it slide because it's our first night, but next time, you better call me by my name," he warns. I giggle before gasping as he slams his hips into mine.

"Oh!"

He sets a fast pace, grunts falling from his lips as I writhe under him in ecstasy.

"Yes, Adrien! More, please!"

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"Harder, Daddy!" For a second, he pauses, pulling back to look at me as I cry out in protest, his eyes darkening.

"Say it again."

"…Daddy." He slams his hips into mine with renewed passion, his pace even faster, his thrusts harder, and his lips smashed into mine. He bites the bottom one, and one of his hands slides down to hike my leg over his hip.

"Remember when you said you were flexible, babygirl?" He grunts out between thrusts, "now you're going to prove it."

He lifts my leg past his hip and up to his shoulder. He's so deep in me, I can hardly breathe. He presses my hand into my abdomen, "Can you feel that, baby? That's me."

I can feel exactly what he's talking about, his thrusts hitting my hand. I turn my leg to hook around his neck instead of over his shoulder and use it to pull him down to kiss me. Not expecting it, he easily falls, almost collapsing on me, faltering in his rhythm before he picks it up again, one hand above mine on my stomach, the other laced with mine next to my head. His mouth slots over mine, and it's like he's devouring me. I can't keep up, letting him dominate the kiss. He pants against my lips.

"You're taking my cock so good, Princess. You want me to fill you up again? You want my seed?"

I whine under him, so close to the edge.

"You need to answer me, Marinette."

"Please!"

"I'm going to make you come first. Daddy always takes care of his Princess." The hand holding mine against my stomach starts roughly rubbing my clit, causing me to squirt against him. His pubic hair is soaked in my release, and I cry out, stars covering my vision.

"Adrien!"

"Fuck- yes—take it, baby. Take my cock. Shit- gonna come—fuck, Mari-NETTE!" He thrusts a couple more times to fully empty himself before collapsing on me. He rolls both of us over, pulling me on top of him and staying inside of me even as he softens.

"Adrien?"

"Not ready to leave yet." I laugh softly, resting my head on his chest.

"Love you, Kitty."

"Love you, too, Lovebug."