This story really gave me a fun time to write. I hope it's going to be the same for you with the reading.
Enjoy a blushing mess Ladybug and smug and sexy Chat Noir!
Ladybug landed atop of their favorite rooftop, the one where she and Chat Noir always met to start their daily patrol, far from prying eyes. Her partner was already sitting at the edge of the roof, his legs dangling over the edge. Behind his back, his tail nervously swiped the ground.
She narrowed her eyes at that as she frowned and slowly stepped toward him. His feline ears perked up as she approached, and he turned his head toward her, rubbing the back of his neck. It seemed like he was hiding something in his lap, but she wasn't quite sure about it.
Ladybug paused in her tracks. "Hey Chaton, is everything okay?" she inquired, worried.
"Yes?" He tried, sounding unsure.
She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him, raising a brow as if to say, ' I know you are lying, spit it out' .
"No?" He still seemed unsure, and she gave him an unimpressed look. Finally, he sighed. "Well… The truth is, the answer will depend on you." He grinned sheepishly as he finished.
Ladybug opened her mouth before closing it. She closed her eyes as she rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed. "What have you done, Chat?"
He stood up nervously, clearly hiding something behind his back, and his cheeks flushed slightly.
Ladybug gulped. She didn't have the strength— nor the want —to reject her partner again.
A flower , she reassured herself. It was just a flower. It wouldn't be the first time she accepted one. It didn't mean anything. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to offer her something more romantic or ask her out, right?
Right?
Oh, dear . The mere thought of it sent her heart into overdrive. Maybe she would accept it if he asked her out on a date. She shook her head. Gah! Get a grip Ladybug! You're in love with Adrien!
"Ladybug, are you okay?" Chat Noir asked worriedly, raising a brow.
She blinked as she realized she'd zoned out for a while, and felt heat rush to her face. She gave her partner a cringe-worthy smile and a thumbs up before taking a deep breath. "I'm fine! Go ahead, what were you saying?"
One of his hands reached for the nape of his neck and he rubbed it as he let out a nervous chuckle.
"Well, do you remember the calendar I've been asked to pose for?" he questioned her, showing her what he was hiding behind his back: the aforementioned calendar.
She released the breath she hadn't even realized she was holding and nodded. No flower, she thought as she felt a pout forming at the tip of her lips, almost disappointed. Goodness, get a fucking grip! She mentally berated herself once again.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she asked with a calm voice, "The one I encouraged you to do since it was to raise money for sick children?"
"Yes, that one," he agreed, fiddling nervously with the calendar. "Well, it turns out that they changed their mind at the last minute when I went to the photoshoot yesterday."
"Oh... Does it mean no more kittens with you in the photos, then?" she inquired, a little sad at the prospect.
"Only this kitten." He gestured at his suit and the feline attributes coming with it.
"Don't be silly," she waved him off with a roll of her eyes. "You're 18. You're not a kitten anymore, you're a cat."
A well-grown-up cat boy who had aged up like fine wine, though.
A smirk curled Chat Noir's lips and she paled, realizing her slip out. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
His smirk widened as he bent down, and despite this, she had to raise her head to look him straight in the eyes. Why had he grown so tall? It was unfairly hot.
"Well… maybe you're not gonna be mad at me after all," he mused out loud, wiggling his eyebrows.
She struck his bell with her fingertips, gently pushing him back. "Let me repeat my first question, what have you done?"
"Uh..." he began, avoiding eye contact with her. "As you know, last week, I was elected the most attractive bachelor of the year..."
Yes, she knew that. He'd stolen the first place from Adrien freaking Agreste. She honestly didn't know what to make of that. She couldn't understand how they were able to pick between both of them when she obviously couldn't; both were equally hot .
"...So, they suggested they could use that to their advantage and that making a sexy calendar would raise more money, and I agreed. For charity, of course." Chat continued, completely oblivious to her train of thoughts.
Lost in her own thoughts, she hummed nonchalantly as she drank his words in, before her eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets as they fully sank in.
"Wait! You did what!?" She scowled at him, snatching the calendar from his hands.
"It's not that bad," he chuckled awkwardly. "I guess?" He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Ladybug took the cover in, scrutinizing it. It was a close-up shot of her partner's face. He was looking straight into the camera, something mysterious, almost lustful shining in his feline eyes, and it suddenly made her feel weak in the knees. Chat was photogenic, no doubt about it.
She turned the first page to January, facing a picture where her partner sat astride a chair so that his right hand clutched the back and his left forearm rested along. His left hand gripped his hair, his claws tangled in his golden locks. He was looking to the side, avoiding eye contact with the camera.
She hummed appreciatively; objective opinion coming from a designer who loved fashion and modeling, of course. At that moment, Chat Noir took the calendar back from her hands, a helpless smile stretching his mouth.
"You see, it's not that bad. Haha, nothing to worry about," he chuckled clumsily.
His demeanor gave him away, and Ladybug started worrying about what exactly was in the calendar.
"Give that back! No way they sell it before I give my approval," she protested as she wrenched it from his hands again.
Chat Noir smirked. "Are you purrhaps… a little jealous?" He teased her.
"Not at all! But I was the one who pushed you to do this shoot before they decided to change it to something sexier. So I take responsibility for it and I also have a say in it, don't you think so?"
"You're the boss, Bug. I concede," he replied as he bowed gracefully in front of her. "Go ahead," he added, motioning to the calendar as a soft pink hue lightly dusted his cheekbones.
Ladybug turned the pages, going straight to February. She shouldn't have been surprised when she discovered her partner posing with a red rose held in his hand, bowing as if he was offering it to any random girl drooling over her partner the calendar. It was the month when Valentine's day happened, after all. So, she couldn't help but notice each detail, like his tail-belt forming a heart shape.
"Smitten kitten," she whispered, rolling her eyes, and it made the infatuated cat laugh next to her.
A smile stretched her lips at his laugh, but it quickly turned into parted lips and an agape mouth as she turned the page. March was starting to feel warm even though it was only the beginning of spring. Maybe she was the one who felt warm as she peered at patches of tanned skin she had never seen before.
Chat was standing with his staff casually slung over his shoulders, his hands hanging loosely. A bright smile graced his face. A smile so white, filled with so many megawatts that it had the power to short-circuit some of your brain cells. It made her think of another blond boy whose smile had the same effect on her. She shook her head and chased the feeling away, because it was worse. Yet, the most deadly thing for Ladybug's sanity was the golden bell of Chat's suit that was now hanging over his stomach, because his zipper was down. His. Zipper. Was. Down !
She could clearly see the valley between his pecs and the birth of well-defined muscles. Not that she hadn't realized he had those before anyway; his skin-tight suit left little to the imagination. Her gaze followed the path to reach his bell and on their way, her eyes met with chiseled abs. She swallowed, her mouth dry, and eventually, she managed to look at his bell, right under his navel.
"Do you wax?" Her words escaped her without her thinking twice. When what she had just asked him fully struck her, she abruptly looked up at him, face burning red. Her brain-to-mouth filter seemed out of order today, much to her embarrassment.
"Yes..." he whispered, his eyes widening, obviously taken aback by her rather indiscreet question "...for convenient reasons," he added, nervously scratching his neck.
"You're fine! Uh, no… I'm f-fine. I mean it's f-fine! Not the waxed torso but, you waxing for personal reasons. Not that the waxed torso isn't fine either but—" she rambled, then paused when she noticed Chat's smug face. Her breath hitched in her throat as she blushed some more. "I'm making a fool of myself, aren't I? I'm just going to shut up."
Ladybug avoided her partner's mischievous gaze and looked down at the photo once more, then eventually looked up at him again, her cheeks still a little flushed.
She really wanted to pull that bell and touch see the smooth skin under. For research and references, of course. Most of the models she worked with during her internship at Gabriel's weren't waxed. Well, most of all. She knew Adrien was, but she hadn't got the chance to faint work around him yet.
She felt hot again and had to fan herself with the calendar. Was the temperature still rising because April was the next month?
"What happened, M'lady? You can dish it but you can't wax it?" He teased, smirking.
"I-I can perfectly take it!" She mumbled as she hastened to move on to the next page. "Besides, I'm used to seeing naked torsos fooling around me," she stated, shrugging. She completely missed the way his brows lifted following her confession. "Also, the pun was really bad, especially coming from you."
" Wax can I say… I can't be purrfect all the time; having a dreamlike body, being your pawsome partner and having an unlimited supply of good puns ready whatever the situation is? It is a lot of work, Bug"
Ladybug rolled her eyes before resuming her scrutiny through the calendar. April, May, and June were also other months where Chat Noir's suit was casually half-opened as he modeled in different poses.
July though, felt many degrees hotter, and it wasn't because it was summer.
The picture there was a profile shot, taken closer than the others. Chat Noir's body was visible from his head down to the middle of his thighs. He had gotten rid of the upper part of his suit, more golden skin being exposed to the camera and Ladybug . She had a full view of his torso now.
She swallowed painfully, her mouth and throat so dry and thirsty that she felt as if the hot, heavy July sun was beating down on her head. At this rate, she should head straight to winter to avoid a heart attack sunstroke and faint right here and then.
She turned the page, and what she saw was something she had expected, but was definitely not prepared for; the upper part of his suit was removed, and her partner was completely bare-chested, his golden bell hanging just above his leather belt. Only his clawed gloves were there for him to keep his Miraculous and transformation on. He had unbuttoned the cuffs that separated the gloves from the sleeves, and they were now hanging along his sides. He held his staff in one hand, his eyes away from the camera.
Ladybug needed to sit and it seemed her knees pretty agreed with her brain, because they were currently feeling like ice cream melting under the burning sun of August.
"M'Lady…" A hand coming to rest on her shoulder and the faint, cautious whisper startled her.
Her eyes fluttered and she looked up at him through her eyelashes, concerned electric green eyes meeting fiery blue one's.
"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You can just shut this shit, and I can tell the photographer we're not okay with that. We're a team. I'm not going to do something you're not okay with, let alone something that makes it awkward between us," he spoke in a gentle tone.
Her bewildered eyes looked into his, before her gaze softened. She took a deep breath and sighed.
"You're anything but awkward," she reassured him, collecting herself. "In fact, this ' shit' is good, very good , and quite pleasing to behold," she mused out loud. Though, when she realized she'd said that, she blushed crimson and avoided making eye contact with him, focusing back again on the calendar she held.
September should have been less warm. There was pretty less skin and more clothes on. However, it just felt utterly, unfairly hot.
They had used Chat Noir's bottom part of his suit like a pair of pants and added for him to wear a white shirt, a tuxedo jacket, as well as a forest green tie. His bell, although, had been hidden under his clothing. He looked like a businessman, or James Bond, or Christian Grey— Scratch that one, it was forbidden to think that way about her partner . The black mask only added to the handsome, mysterious look. Although, something felt familiar there, in the way he looked at ease with the complete mood settled for this shoot, but she quickly waved the thought away.
The heroine shook her head and brought herself together. She had to say something. She couldn't just stay silent and gape like a fish. She was Ladybug, the heroine of Paris, and she wasn't a teenage mess anymore. She was 18 for God's sake!
She could deal with this. She cleared her throat and hoped nothing would come out wrong from her treacherous mouth. "You look nice in a Tuxedo," she said, but didn't dare to look up at him even if her words had come out with some filter this time. Instead, she went on for October, her hands shaking slightly as she turned the page.
She coughed and almost choked on her saliva when she saw what was next. There, lying almost naked on a bed was her partner. There was so much skin on display that she didn't even know where to look (drool) first. The black-leather suit had disappeared. His strong, bare arms were up, and his gloved hands were casually folded behind his head. His position perfectly highlighted the muscles of his bulged chest and abs, as well as the V shape of his lower belly. A black sheet was thrown there, hiding his manhood, and as her eyes traveled a few inches lower, she saw tough and muscular thighs which were carved like those of an ancient Greek god— In hindsight, maybe Arès, ô mighty god of war and destruction was also a Black Cat?
"Oh God …" she whispered out loud, somehow vocalizing her dazed thoughts.
"You can stick to Chat Noir, that's enough you know," he chuckled heartily, playfully poking her side.
She squealed and jumped when she realized he'd sat next to her. When did that happen? She didn't know.
The calendar had slipped from her hands and during its fall, and it had flipped to November's page, before landing on the roof. Ladybug looked down, gasping at the sight of a freshly new shoot. She was so surprised that it made her lose her balance, tipping forward. She face-planted right on top of the calendar, hands crashing flat against it. She quickly propped herself up, hovering on all fours, her eyes ghosting above…a naked butt. Chat Noir's, round, muscled, naked butt!
"Eeep!" She let out another helpless whimper then used her hands to propel herself backward, moving away from the calendar as if it was made of incandescent embers which would have almost burned the skin of her palms.
She closed her eyes and landed right on her buttocks. She heard her partner gasp her name, and when her eyes snapped open, what she saw first was Chat Noir's leather-suited-gorgeous backside when he hastily stood up to help her. A groan rumbled in her chest, coming out straight of the back of her throat, and she closed her eyes again.
This was definitely too much for her heart to take. Even for a superheroine whose civilian self often worked around almost naked models for her designer's internship.
Who would have thought that November could be so freaking hot ? Maybe in Thailand... But not in France!
"Bug! You okay?! Ugh! I'm sorry, I'm so used to doing the catwalk that I didn't realize it was maybe too much. I should've probably said no for the last shoots," he sheepishly apologized.
"Probably?" She opened her eyes and glared at him.
"I definitely should have." He gulped, stooping to pick up the calendar. "Old habits die hard." He said weakly.
His last words made Ladybug frown, and she snatched the calendar from his hands. Something at the front of her mind screamed at her that it was a bad idea, but something else at the back of her mind kept tugging at her from the beginning. She couldn't exactly explain it, but she had a lingering feeling of déjà vu .
Taking a deep, shaky breath, she opened the last page-December. She took a quick peek, and hastily closed the calendar with a high-pitched squeak as her face lighted up like a traffic light.
It was no use though as the image had been imprinted in her mind now. December's picture was a front view of her partner, suit off, only holding a Santa's beanie in front of what he must hide to keep this calendar mature and not explicit.
She hadn't peered for long, but she'd seen enough for something very familiar in the way Chat Noir posed, starting to raise some kind of doubt deep inside her. And once the doubt had set in, she couldn't help but get to the bottom of it. So, she opened the calendar back to January and went through each month once again.
"LA MODE, 2016, front cover," Ladybug whispered looking at the picture from January and the very familiar way he modeled.
She stopped in March, and whispered again, "Sports Magazine, 2018, an article about the France fencing championship." That was why the staff slung over his shoulders felt so familiar. She'd already seen it with a saber, and with the same dizzying smile in this very magazine.
She gulped and hastened to turn some more pages, missing the way Chat Noir stumbled over his feet, and stopping on the one where he wore a Tuxedo. She'd already seen this body dressed in a Tuxedo, every single day of her internship at Gabriel. She'd also seen him posing for an interview with the same kind of clothing and pose. "VOGUE, a 'what if' interview, 2019, page 10-11," she noted, before stopping on the two last shoots, not without her whole body burning from her toes to the tip of her ears. "Gabriel Agreste's 2021 Summer magazine. The swimwear collection, page 1 to 4. These are the same poses," she mused out loud, her voice filled with awe.
She looked up at her partner. The feline hero was frozen on the spot, his face as white as a sheet of paper, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
Ladybug stood up, her legs barely supporting her weight as her knees felt like jello, and walked towards him. She slowly raised her hand to his face and cupped his cheek, smiling fondly. "Adrien…" she murmured, voice as sweet as honey.
"Marinette?" He gasped, his eyes scanning hers with an unparalleled intensity.
Huh . She hadn't seen that coming. How?
She must have voiced it out loud again because he quickly gave her an explanation.
"No one knows about Gabriel Agreste's 2021 Summer magazine except the interns. The pictures were too provocative and scandalous, so my father canceled the summer edition which never came out. It means that my Lady is an intern at Gabriel" he explained, leaning into her soft touch. "You couldn't have been Camille because she's way too old and you're obviously not Clément," he chuckled as he turned his face to lay a gentle kiss inside of her gloved wrist.
Her heart did a small flip at the gesture and she blushed lightly. "Though, it's not like Clément doesn't also have a crush on you." Ladybug teased.
"Wait, he does?" Chat Noir asked, surprised.
She pursed her lips and nodded, holding back a giggle.
"Nevermind. ' Also have a crush' ?" He raised a brow, smirking.
Shoot! Her brain-to-mouth filter was definitely off today. Not that she cared much anymore. Adrien, Chat Noir, Adrichat, Chadrien… seemed pleased with this confession.
"Well… l-let's say that no wonder my partner had the same effect as A-Adrien has on me. I mean… I may have tripped over my feet and...face-planted the very same way I did earlier w-when I first time saw the discarded Summer magazine..." she bit her lower lip, looking at him through her eyelashes.
He put his hand on hers, intertwining their fingers, and slowly leaned in closer. Her eyelashes weren't the only things fluttering right now as her heart did somersaults in her ribcage, threatening to burst out of it.
"Hm," he hummed, "Looks like the same way I trip over my feet every time I bump into the talented, sweet and breathtaking Marinette Dupain-Cheng in a hallway."
"You do?" She gaped, completely caught off guard by his admission.
"I do." Chat Noir rested his forehead against hers and nodded slightly. "Claws in," he whispered, his breath tickling the tip of her nose as his transformation dropped in a flash of green light. She closed her eyes briefly, and when she snapped them open again, she found Adrien's eyes darting to her lips. She leaned in a little and...
"Of course he did! Ladybug here, Marinette there… He's a lovesick kitten, even too cheesy for the cheese lover I am," the black Kwami sneered as he floated out of Adrien's pocket.
"Plagg!" Adrien scolded him, backing away slightly.
Even though Ladybug was a little disappointed by the Kwami's outburst and the sudden interruption, she giggled, also letting go of her transformation.
Her laughter soon caught in her throat when she saw Adrien's gaze darting to her lips again while he gingerly licked his. She made a step forward, seeing him gulp as his eyes locked on her mouth. She slowly rose up on her toes, closed her eyes and...
"It can't be worse than Marinette drooling over Adrien's every interview and photoshoot over the past 4 years!"
Marinette's eyes opened wide, blinking, and she groaned, wishing the ground would open and swallow both of their little troublemakers. "Tikki! You sneaky bug. This is a real betrayal!" She yelled, cheeks flushing.
"Drooling?" Adrien asked as he leaned into her space and wiggled his eyebrows. His expression was so smug that she wanted to kiss him even more and wipe the shit-eating grin off his handsome face.
She took advantage of his closeness and boldly cupped both his cheeks, squeezing them delicately. It made his mouth look like a lovely, kissable heart shape. She slowly brought his puckered lips to hers and…
"Yes, drooling ," Tikki hummed in a sing-song voice. "How do you think she found out your identity just by the way you were posing?"
"She has spent way too much time looking at your photoshoots. Almost as much time as you had spent drooling over your Ladybug shrine when you were—" Plagg started before being interrupted.
"Can you just let us kiss already!" Marinette and Adrien both shouted at the same time.
Four years ago, Marinette would certainly have stopped breathing after saying that. And worse, she would certainly have fainted after hearing Adrien say that. But she was in too deep to chicken out and take her words back now.
They both glared at their Kwamis, irritated. They didn't need to say it twice. Like the magical creatures Tikki and Plagg were, they both phased through a chimney and disappeared from their sight, their cackles the only thing signaling their presence.
Marinette watched them fly away and shook her head, rolling her eyes and sighing in relief. There. Finally some privacy. "Where was I agai—" she started as she turned around but couldn't finish her words.
Mimicking what she'd done a few minutes earlier, Adrien's hands came to rest on her cheeks, cradling her face and hastily bringing her lips flush against his. She sighed happily when their lips crashed together, silencing her in the most delightful and dizzying way. She wrapped her arms behind his neck, pressing her mouth and her body harder against his, chasing more of his lingering taste. At his lips' warm touch, she blossomed like a field of wildflowers, beautiful colors spreading out of nowhere in her mind, and the buzzing of the foraging bees and the song of the hummingbirds, echoing in her ears and muffling everything around her that wasn't him .
As he kept a hand against her cheek, she felt his free arm sneak around her waist, pulling her even closer—if that was even possible.
Marinette had always wanted to kiss him, yet she hadn't been prepared to realize how much she really needed it. It was soft, sweet and exhilarating, in a way that made words too weak and not enough to describe how Adrien's lips felt perfect against hers, as well as how much this man was made and meant for her.
When they eventually broke apart, they were breathing heavily, left like a panting mess as they stared fondly at each other. Marinette felt like she could melt on the spot beneath his loving gaze, and not trusting her shaking legs, she held onto his shoulders for dear life, softly resting her forehead against his.
"I sure hope this isn't a dream, M'lady," Adrien whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"Well if it's a dream, I wish to never wake up," she chuckled wholeheartedly.
"Agreed," he laughed along with her, before resuming his seriousness, his watery eyes intensely looking through hers. "I love you, Marinette," he confessed tenderly.
She kissed his nose and smiled lovingly. "I love you too, mon Chaton," she murmured before booping his nose with her fingertips. "Still, there's no way I'll let them sell this calendar," she seriously warned him.
"I don't mind. I'll buy them all. Now, c'mere and kiss me again, m'Lady."
BONUS:
"Special delivery!"
Marinette's eyes widened when she saw Adrien enter her room, holding two huge boxes in his arms. "What the hell is that?"
"Well, you ordered 500 calendars of the seductive and irresistible Chat Noir, didn't you?" He smirked, giving her a smug look.
She facepalmed and mumbled, "Chaton! What do you want me to do with those?!"
"You can paper your walls with it. You're used to it, aren't you?" He chuckled.
Ouch. Touché!
Marinette glared at him, her hand fumbling to find her own copy of the calendar that was hidden under a stack of sketchbooks—the one from that very day they got together—and threw it his way.
"You, sneaky cat! You're lucky I love you!"
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