A Drunken Night
Written by: JuliaFC
Beta: Myimaginationflows
Summary: 'The drunken mouth reveals the heart's secrets,' says a proverb. Tonight, Marinette learns this lesson the hard way, Chat Noir gets lucky, identities get revealed and...well, Marinette finds out that there are more "interesting" cat features to Chat Noir's transformation than just those that meet the eye.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Written for my friend Agrestebug's birthday. Happy birthday hun. Hope you'll like it :)
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Chat Noir sat atop the rooftop he waited for Ladybug on when they shared patrol. Papillombre had been quite silent in the last month, which had made it more difficult for him to be able to enjoy stretching his legs running across rooftops, so tonight he had decided to just go out for a solitary stroll.
The moon was shining in the black canopy of the sky, and the moonlight was bathing the sleepy roads with its white gleam of peacefulness. Not that the City of Light ever slept completely…but there were times at night when the brightest spotlights would dim and very few cars would pass by, wrapping the surroundings in darkness and a muffled silence.
This was one of those times. It was late, but Chat Noir couldn't sleep. His mind was still running fast from the back to back Chinese and fencing lessons he had been attending that afternoon, and all the homework for the entry exams at the prestigious private University his father had demanded him to enrol to. Business and Management. He sighed. As usual, his life was set for him and his opinion didn't matter. When he'd gone to bed, he just couldn't sleep and had to transform and stretch his legs to burn off his anger and frustration.
He wished that there was someone who would understand him. Someone who would love him for who he was, who would accept him, who would let him be himself.
He sighed as he pinned his elbows on his thighs and rested his chin on his palm. Even Ladybug had expectations for him!
"...telling you I'm totally fine," said a voice he knew way too well, taking him out of his grim thread of thoughts—Marinette. What was she doing out at that time of the night? He quickly scanned the empty roads underneath the rooftop but couldn't see anyone. He stood and looked in the direction of where he knew Marinette's boulangerie was. Sure enough, there was Marinette, wobbling a little while she staggered across a dark alley while talking on the phone. She wore a really pretty pink dress that covered her legs up to the knee and flat shoes—luckily, because had she been wearing heels, she would've had a broken leg by now.
Chat Noir frowned when Marinette put a foot down the wrong way and collapsed on the floor. "I said I'm fiiiiiiiiine…" she said, drawling her words. Hearing that, Chat Noir finally understood what was going on. Marinette was drunk. Maybe not as drunk as losing consciousness, but she was definitely quite tipsy. He thought back to what she and Alya had been talking about earlier on that day, when they all met for lunch: something about Marinette being finally 18 and able to have a drink, and Alya having to organise something for giving Marinette a taste of alcohol.
Uh. Alya was surely a fast organiser…and that was a little more than just a taste, from the look of it.
He followed her on the rooftops for a few hundred metres and then, after seeing her collapse once more, he decided to get down to help her. So he jumped from the rooftop and landed in front of her with a gracious 'thump'. Marinette jumped off her feet.
"Jesus, Chat Noir…you scared me!" she said, her voice sounding like it's coming from the back of her throat, directly from dreamland.
"That's a good thing, Marinette. What are you doing out on the road by yourself, drunk, at night?"
She stood as tall as she could (which admittedly wasn't much, since even at 18 she was still tiny), and folded her arms to her chest as a frown spread to her face. "I ain't drunk." She stomped her foot. "Alya said that too, but I ain't. I'm tooooootally fine." She started staggering around. "I will be home in no time."
Chat Noir frowned and gave Marinette a decisive look. He couldn't allow her to walk home by herself; God forbid someone would harm a hair on her head; he would feel terrible for the rest of his days.
"No, Marinette. I can't leave you like this. So if you excuse me—" He marched close to her and, in a deliberate gesture, he swept her off her feet and grabbed hold of her bride-style.
"Let me go! I can walk by myself…" she protested, her fists drumming on his chest. But his decisive frown didn't falter.
"Nope, I'll give you a lift home. The earlier you get into bed, the better." That being said, he balanced himself on his legs and, using his baton, he propelled himself on the nearest rooftop, running and jumping around towards Tom & Sabine's Pâtisserie. Marinette didn't protest much, but when he started running across the rooftops, she moved a little to find a better position in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Strangely, the smell of alcohol wasn't too strong, even when she opened her mouth. She still smelled lovely—vanilla, coconut, and… sweet baking goods. Generally, Marinette. He loved her smell; as he ran, he found himself burying his nose in her neck and getting a good sniff.
"You're tickling me," she protested again; he blushed and moved his nose. "I didn't say you should stop," she added. Chat Noir had just landed in a crouch on her balcony; at her words, he stood and gave her a funny look.
"What?" she asked. "It was pleasant."
He let her down from his arms, and the girl staggered badly as she tried to find a new balance. He held her by the waist to prevent her from falling and she leaned heavily to him, as if her knees had failed her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, and she put a hand to her head and groaned before nodding slowly.
"This is the first and last time I'll ever have a drink. I should never have accepted Nora's challenge. I should have listened to Alya. I'm so hopeless."
Oh. So that's what happened. She was challenged and her competitive side took over. Chat Noir knew very well how competitive Marinette could get when challenged. But come on… challenging a much older girl the first time you taste alcohol? Not one of Marinette's smartest moves. Chat Noir couldn't help but pop a small grin on his face. Problem was, Marinette saw that.
She pouted, glared at him and continued, "What's so good about drinking, anyway? My legs can't hold me, the world is spinning and my patience is running thin. I want to wipe off that stupid handsome grin from your stupid handsome face."
She stomped her foot and pouted as Chat Noir's grin widened. He couldn't help himself: she was usually so composed, either in her determination or shyness, that seeing her dishevelled and irresolute was a little jarring. Especially because she looked so beautiful, all flushed and upset like that.
In the four years that passed since that day that his rejection caused her father to get akumatised, Chat Noir had often called himself an idiot for having done just that. Because he did love her, he had developed very strong feelings towards her, probably from the very first time they had met on that rainy day when he'd given her his umbrella. But his infatuation for Ladybug had blinded him, and then Kagami's straightforwardness had enticed him, and he'd lost focus from his wonderful, brave friend who was always there for everyone. The first girl who'd ever told Chat Noir him that she loved him.
After that time at the pool, when she had literally fallen on him and had tried to give him back that very umbrella he had lent to her that first day, something in his heart had changed. May it be the fact that Chat Noir's relationship with Ladybug had taken a bumpy turn. May it be the fact that Kagami had gotten fed up with his indecisiveness and had broken up badly with him. May it be the fact he felt completely alone after Nino's outburst and akumatisation, and really needed a friend. But that had been the time he'd finally started realising that the feelings he felt for the girl who sat right behind him in class were far from platonic, and far from a friendship.
He'd never been able to make his move, though. And as the years passed, his feelings had grown and grown. Don't misunderstand him—he still loved his Lady. But he was desperately in love with Marinette too. Which felt wrong…but also right in a way. And the duality of his feelings was driving him insane.
"I didn't think you would still find me handsome, little Mouse," he joked, staring straight into her beautiful bluebell eyes. For such a long time, he'd thought that she was Ladybug, right because of those gorgeous sapphires she had in place of her eyes. They were the exact colour as Ladybug's, the exact shape; how could she not be? But no, it was impossible. He'd seen them one next to the other, after all.
She stuck her tongue out. "I'm not a Mouse anymore. Polymouse wouldn't be happy to know that you still call me like that.."
He smiled softly at her. "You will always be Multimouse to me."
She widened her eyes at his words, blushed deep red and made to move away from him. But she staggered again and ended up crashing against his chest.
"Woah, woah, easy," he said, grabbing her by the shoulders and helping her stand up again.
She put a hand to her forehead. "My head," she whispered. "Ugh…it's all your fault, Chat Noir. You and your stupid flirty lines, and your stupid beautiful eyes."
Now it was his turn to blush. When she cupped a hand on his cheek and stroked it gently, her gaze locked onto his. She then moved her index finger and started passing it gently on the contour of his lips, causing his heart to find a new residence in his throat and pounding madly.
"Ma-Marinette? What…?" he asked, but she pushed her finger harder on his lips.
"Shhhhh," she said, "I'll never get to do it again."
"What?" He didn't even know how he said that with his heart drumming into his throat, but his question was answered without needing words when Marinette's lips brushed against his.
"Marinette? What are you doing? You're drunk," he protested, trying to move backwards, but soon enough his back reached the wall of her chimney. He was sure that she could hear the mad beating of his heart, as her face was mere millimeters from his.
"I blame it on Alya," she said. "All evening she was there telling me I am silly, that you're right in front of me, that you're soooooo handsome. That I should forget Adrien and accept your advances. That LadyNoir is the best ship."
Wait, WHAT? Chat Noir's heart went to a complete halt as his face drained of all blood. LadyNoir? Did Marinette mean what he thought she meant? And hang on a second… Did she say Adrien?
"All night she was there wondering what it would be like for me to kiss you. She went into the old folders of the Ladyblog and kept rubbing on my face the photos of you as Mr. Bug. Those stupid, gorgeous green eyes so similar to Adrien's. It's not fair how beautiful your eyes are."
Chat Noir gulped. No, that was impossible. He couldn't be that lucky! "Uh… what else was Alya wondering about, M'lady?"
He wanted to slap himself for saying that. He shouldn't have said that. What had come to his mind to say that? But she didn't deny it. And in fact, Marinette's eyes took a flirty gleam—fuck. He had never seen her looking at him like that, that look was doing *stuff* to him he didn't want to acknowledge. Mostly butterflies of the right kind. In his stomach. An entire kaleidoscope of the bloody insects.
Marinette pushed completely against his chest, so heavily that he could feel the metal of her wired bra—and her boobs. God, he could feel her nipples. How thin was that top of hers? Her nose nearly bumped into his, her hands cupped at both sides of his face as she murmured, "She was wondering if your tongue was rough like the tongue of a cat."
Chat Noir held his breath. "M-my tongue?"
"Yes." She smirked. "She reckons it would be fun if it was, should I ever allow you to get the cream."
The poor boy held his breath at those words and his face lit up like a lightbulb, an odd dryness clenching his throat as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. God, he would need a cold shower when he'd get back home after this. He took a big breath and pushed Marinette away.
"No. You're drunk. I won't take advantage of you." He turned her around decisively and started pushing her towards the skylight window that brought to her room. He kept a hand on her shoulder, never losing sight of her while he opened the latch. Then, he gently picked her up in his arms again and jumped inside on her bed.
That was his mistake.
Because as soon as she landed with her bum on her bed, her arms still firmly wrapped around his neck, she pulled back with all her strength, making him lose his balance and land right on top of her. When she captured his lips with hers, they were slightly open to allow him to breathe in his panic state. So she used the opportunity to slide her tongue in, catching him by surprise. She moved her body to wrap around him, rubbing herself to him as her tongue explored every inch of his mouth. He tentatively tried to reciprocate and fight for dominance with his own tongue and he felt her smile against his lips.
"So what about my tongue, M'lady?" he whispered as she let go of his mouth and started licking her way down the side of his face.
"I don't know. I need a comparison," she whispered, highlighting each word with a lick. She pulled down his zipper slightly and moved the neck of his suit out of the way to suck on the pulse of his collarbone, and Chat Noir felt a surge like a lightning bolt spread all over his gut. He had to stop her. Like right now. If he didn't stop her, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions in a very short while.
She sucked harder, and a low moan escaped his throat.
Okay. The short while was getting even shorter.
It took every ounce of strength he didn't even know he possessed to put both hands on her shoulders and push her away. She looked at him with a massive frown, but he firmly kept his hands on her shoulders to maintain distance.
"Which part of 'you're drunk, Marinette,' don't you understand, M'lady? I won't take advantage of you when you're too out of this world to even remember." He had to hastily grab her hand though, because she had passed it through the length of his body and was getting dangerously close to bulge in between his legs. And he didn't even want to think what could happen if she reached that, because he was close to his limit already and even his resolution would eventually falter.
She pouted. "You're a killjoy. You've always wanted to do this."
"Yes, I have," he admitted, "but not like this."
That's when Marinette finally dropped her shoulders, and her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," she muttered as deep sobs shook her frame. "I'm so sorry, Chat Noir." She buried her face into his chest and hugged him tight. "Can you stay until I fall asleep?"
He gave a soft kiss to her hair. "Of course I will."
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Marinette opened her eyes, a deep pain spreading all over her head, starting from her temples up her forehead then back down to the sides. She groaned as she brought her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes shut. Ugh. She had to think twice before remembering what had happened last night.
One word, or better, one person: Alya.
Alya had insisted that she was 18 now and had to have her first sip of alcohol. Nothing wrong with that, after all, as long as things were kept under control. Because of course she couldn't possibly get drunk, she had responsibilities as the Guardian and as Ladybug.
But then… Nora arrived. Everything had gone well up to then. Marinette had only had a couple of drinks and was maybe slightly happy but not completely out. Alya was rubbing the photos of Mr. Bug in her face and supporting her LadyNoir ship… nothing different from what her BFF had done in the past 4 years. But Nora said that this was a kid's play. The first time she'd had a drink, she didn't just have wine; she had this stupid cocktail Marinette couldn't even remember the name of. After a little heated conversation, Alya's elder sister ended up making the cocktail and challenging Marinette to take a sip.
Alya had protested, she had told Marinette it wasn't a good idea. Tikki from her purse had frowned disapprovingly at Marinette, in a silent plea to not do it. But Marinette was not the type to refuse a challenge!
"You're on!" she'd said. For once, she really, REALLY regretted her competitive side. And one thing was sure: Marinette wouldn't ever do it again. It wasn't worth it. She only remembered taking one big sip from that cocktail. And then a second smaller one. The rest of the evening was a big, massive blur. She vaguely remembered Alya telling her not to go home on her own, menacing to take her earrings away from her. Then, telling her that she would be on the phone with her until she arrived at her house—and in case she had a sniff of Marinette being in danger, Mirage was a very quick solution; instant and very effective.
Ughhhhh, she had a massive headache and couldn't still think clearly. She moved a little to allow circulation to flow better to her legs and felt something heavy wrapped around her waist. A quick glance, and her heart took sudden residence inside her throat when she saw black arms wrapped around her. Slowly, the sensation of the full surroundings hit her and she could feel someone's breath tickling the side of her neck.
She detangled slightly to allow her body to twist and see who was holding her. Not that she really needed the confirmation, since there was only one boy she knew whose arms could possibly be wrapped into a tight black spandex suit adorned with sharp cat claws… yet, she still gasped when she saw Chat Noir's sleeping face.
What was he doing there? In her bed? Hugging her? What had she done the night before? God, she was going to kill Nora Césaire, stone dead! She picked up her phone and, in a mad rush of anger, took a selfie with a sleeping Chat Noir showing right behind her and sent it, with a quick message, to Alya:
Marinette: [Someone will have to pay for this, slimy fox. What the fuck?]
There was no reply for a while, and Marinette sighed, thinking that Alya must be asleep. But as she tried to cautiously move Chat Noir's arms from around her waist to get up—she needed to pee badly—she heard a ping coming from her phone.
Alya: [Excuse me if I scream. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?]
Marinette: [I have NO IDEA. I just woke up and can't remember a thing. Nora's fault!]
But as she was typing that, she heard Chat Noir's voice mutter in his sleep, "Plagg, claws in." Marinette's heart stopped as the buzz of green energy ran through Chat Noir's body and she saw a black creature twirl out of his ring.
FUCK!
She stared in horror at Plagg, who stared in horror back.
"Now this is gonna be fun…" drawled the black kwami, sniggering and giving them both an extremely amused look. He then disappeared behind Marinette, to appear again holding a slice of Camembert cheese into his paws. Which he proceeded to gulp down in just a couple of bites before zipping away, probably looking for Tikki. When Marinette looked again at her phone that had kept buzzing in her hand for the whole time, her blood froze:
Alya: [Gurl. I'm on my way.]
Alya: [I want to see this.]
Alya: [I want to see how he justifies himself when he wakes up!]
Marinette's heart went into overdrive, hoping that she could stop her friend before she went out of the house and wasn't paying attention to her phone anymore.
Marinette: [NO! Alya, stay at home. He just detransformed!]
A few seconds ticked away without any sign of Alya having even read the message. After a time that felt endless, Marinette finally saw the notification that the message was read. And then the three dots of the message being typed.
Alya: [He did WHAT?]
Marinette cringed at her phone.
Marinette: [He detransformed in his sleep!]
Alya: [Have you seen him?]
Alya: [What does he look like?]
Marinette: [I don't know and I don't want to find out. I'll try to wake him up without turning around. He trusts me!]
Alya: [You don't want to see the face of your first kiss?]
Marinette: [Nope. Too dangerous. Thank you.]
A few exchanges of messages later, Marinette felt the grip of Chat Noir's hands starting to tighten on her waist. The boy's body flinched and suddenly, his hands started roaming around her body, as if he was trying to understand what was going they landed on her breasts and groped them, she couldn't avoid letting out a loud squeal. The boy flinched again.
She took his hands into hers, praying to God that he wouldn't freak out. "Chat Noir?" she whispered. "You're not transformed, don't move!"
"M'lady?" he whispered back and all blood drained from Marinette's face.
"What did you call me? No, it's Marinette!" Please please please, make it be that he'd gotten mistaken.
But he hugged her tighter and much more deliberately than before and whispered into her ear, "Are you still playing the identity game now that you're sober?"
She had to call out to all her willpower to not turn around and look him straight in the eye. "Oh my God. What have I said when I was drunk? What have I done?"
She felt him smile against the skin of her neck, causing her to shiver. His smile widened. "You were talking about a certain Adrien," he teased. Marinette wished the ground would swallow her whole.
"W-was I?" she asked.
"Yeah. You also said that I have a stupid handsome face and stupid beautiful eyes."
Her face got much, much warmer.
"And…you were inquiring about my tongue." She could feel him hardly containing his laughter as she squirmed trying to disappear from the world. "Whatever you do, M'lady, what is heard can't be unheard," he teased her again.
She hid her face behind her hands. "Please kill me," she muttered under her breath.
"Au contraire, Marinette. I have no intention to kill you." He hugged her tighter and brushed dangerously his cheek against hers. "So, um, Adrien Agreste, huh? The model?"
Marinette's cheeks caught fire. "Y-yeah. But it's not as it sounds like—I mean, it's not a celebrity crush. I know him. I go to school with him."
"Still," objected the boy behind her. "Not very fair to be compared with Monsieur Purr-fection. What do you like about him? He's only a face. He does everything his daddy asks him to do, he's a people pleaser, tries as hard as he can to avoid conflict to the point of swallowing hard pills to not upset anyone. He's a mask, an image, a projection of what his father wants him to be. I bet he doesn't have a clue about who he really is, deep inside. He knows what image of himself he should portray to obtain what he wants, but his real self? Nah. He's lost track of it so much he doesn't even know how to recognise it."
And that's when Marinette grabbed a strong hold of his hands, so strong a hold that he felt his cartilages creak. "THAT'S NOT TRUE," she roared. The boy went quiet instantly. "You don't know him! He's not like that!"
"You don't know him either, Marinette. You only know what he wants you to know," he started to say, but stopped immediately when he heard her muffling a sob.
"He's gentle and kind. He's stubborn and won't feel satisfied until he puts things right. You say he's a yes man and he gives people what they want."
The boy's heart went into overdrive as he whispered, "Yeah."
She moved her hands to her face, but kept a firm hold of his hands on hers, allowing him to feel the wetness of her tears as they fell on his fingers. "Then why, the day I misjudged him and thought he was only a bully like Chloé, he went out of his way to talk to me and show me that I was wrong? If he was a yes man, why would he do that? He came to me at the end of the day, he opened up and explained that he really only wanted to take the chewing gum off my seat, that it was the first time he was going to school, that everything was so new to him. He didn't have to say that! He could have just let me think what I wanted, but no. He insisted. He fought to change my mind. A yes man doesn't do that."
Adrien wondered if she could hear the mad beating of his heart, since her back was leaning deep into his chest. He buried his face and nose into the crook of her neck and hugged her tighter, hoping that it wouldn't feel weird to her that he would do that, but he really wanted to feel more contact. And he wanted her to say more, but didn't know how to make her, without revealing himself to her.
Luckily, she didn't make him wait for long. "He always sees the good in anyone. No matter how harshly his father would treat him, he still smiles and does as he's told, but he still defends him any time someone speaks badly about him. He always keeps his cool, is always true to his word and tries his very hardest in everything he does. He's never bothered, even when I act like a klutz in his presence, or when I mix my words: somehow he always manages to understand what I mean, and justifies any odd behaviour I have. And I must admit that I have many, especially in his presence, because I get so worked up trying to do the right thing and impress him that instead I end up doing the complete opposite and make a total fool of myself."
She slouched her shoulders and groaned.
"He even defends Chloé!" she continued to say. "But with that said, he's never been afraid to put her in her place whenever she goes overboard. Even putting his friendship with her at risk, just to make her understand that her behaviour was wrong. He's the purest soul I have ever met. A total ray of sunshine, always ready to brighten the day of anybody that crosses his pa—"
But she couldn't finish her sentence, because the boy behind her hugged her so tight that he left her unable to breathe. He was literally shaking for how strongly he held her. Besides, Marinette could feel something wet on her shoulder and, although he was trying to hide it, she couldn't avoid hearing him muffling a sob.
"A-are you okay, Chat Noir?" she inquired, holding her breath. Why would he get such a reaction because of what she had said about another boy?
He moved one of his hands from her waist making it disappear from the view, and Marinette was certain he had been trying to wipe his eyes dry. "Yes, I'm okay. Sorry, M'lady, I should have known that you couldn't possibly be as shallow as only loving a pretty face."
"He's not only a pretty face," she snapped. Then her cheeks turned violently red and she went a little into herself as she continued, "Although I must say that his pretty face helps."
"Does it?" he asked, his voice coming out muffled because his mouth was buried behind her back.
Marinette sighed, her gaze getting all dreamy, as if she was looking at something too far away for anyone else to see. "His eyes especially." She gulped. "They do things to me when he looks at me."
She felt him smirking on the skin of her shoulder. "What kind of things, M'lady? You should be more specific…"
"Uuuuuh, why does it matter to you, Chaton? You do realise I'm talking about another boy, don't you?"
His smirk widened on her shoulder. He moved his hand to grab her chin and, with a firm push, he flipped her head, forcing her to finally look him in the eye. "Funny thing is, M'lady…you're not."
She tried to close her eyes, but at his words, she ended up widening them instead. And then blinking when she saw him. And blinking again. All blood drained from her face as her mouth opened in a small o. He could feel her holding her breath for a long time.
A VERY long time.
Too long a time.
"Okay, Marinette, I want you to breathe now." She was turning blue. "Please breathe…" More time passed. "I'm sorry, it was very stupid of me, I shouldn't have done it."
"Very…" she uttered, still holding her breath.
"Please breathe, Marinette, you're scaring me!" he pleaded, and breathed a big sigh of relief when he saw her chest raising and falling at a peaceful rhythm. "Thank you."
When he crossed her gaze again, her frown wasn't a very happy one. He blushed when she folded her arms on her chest and raised an eyebrow, his hand running to the nape of his neck in embarrassment.
"Seriously, Adrien? Why would you say those horrible things about yourself?"
He looked down, feeling his face extremely hot, only daring to shoot very quick glances in her direction and feeling a rash of heat creeping to his face every time his gaze met hers. "Be-because it's true. At least, that's what I had always thought. E-even Kagami thought I wasn't genuine. And she told me that my Chat Noir self was 'me acting like a clown', but Chat Noir is the part of me that I've always felt was more...me."
She frowned, and when he looked away again, she grabbed his chin and forced him to look into her eyes. "You silly Chaton." Her face got so close to his that their noses nearly brushed. "Can I kiss you?" she added after a little while.
He smirked. "You do know that when I'm not trans-fur-med I'm just a normal human being, right?"
"Uh, I d-didn't mean because of t-that," she stammered, losing immediately all confidence, her gaze darting up.
But he leaned closer to her and brushed his lips to hers. "I was only joking," he whispered and closed all distance. His lips crashing to hers, his tongue starting to explore her mouth as he deepened the kiss almost immediately.
Marinette responded with an eagerness that she hadn't even had earlier when she was drunk. She wrapped her arms around his nape and neck and started passing her fingers through his hair while her body leaned forward, looking for as much contact as she could with him. The second her damp panties started rubbing against his crotch and Marinette gasped, Adrien realised the embarrassing situation he was in—morning wood. Fuck, he wanted to dig his own hole now. Please let the ground swallow him whole! But when he looked at Marinette, all she could read in her gaze was trust, love, and a tinge of amusement.
"Wow, you're eager," she said, her lips curling in a little smile.
He couldn't help it and blushed profusely. "Someone has been rubbing herself on me all night and morning. How could I not be? I'm human, you know."
She wrapped her arms around his nape and found a more comfortable position, getting even closer to him. "Oh, I'm perfectly aware that you're human, Adrien." She passed a finger on his bare collarbone, causing him to shiver. Then, with a slimy little grin on her face, she started tugging at his white shirt to take it off.
"M'lady…" he warned, but she gave him a peck on the nose.
"Don't 'M'lady' me, Monsieur. It was my eighteenth birthday last week. How dare you stop a birthday girl from unwrapping her long awaited present?"
"Present being…?" he asked.
She blushed a little. "You!"
"Oh!" He widened his eyes in shock and allowed his shirt to be taken off and end on the floor off the mezzanine, before recovering enough to give her a decisive look.
"Actually, Mademoiselle," he started, "I happen to have turned eighteen months ago. So I should be the first one to unwrap my gift, now that I have finally gotten it." He smirked at her surprise of him flipping her snarky comment back at her. "I have years of purr-iority, since I've wanted to do this for fur years." His smirk widened as she facepalmed. "Come on, M'lady, you know you love my puns."
But when her face reappeared from behind her palm, her eyes were far from annoyed. In fact, they shimmered with a gleam of mischief as her lips curled in a shy smile. "I'm not completely against the idea," she said, sending his heart into total overdrive. "Maybe we could do it together. Taking off our clothes, I mean. You're way overdressed."
His gaze ran all over her body as a sly smirk popped on his lips. "As purr-etty as this dress is, Marinette, so are you!" That said, he kissed her, exploring every inch of her mouth and throat with his tongue. His hands ran swiftly on her body, starting from her neck and sides of the head (which he was holding to start with), slowly caressing her arms and sides until he reached her waist. He moved his arms at her back and started rummaging to find the hem of a zipper, which he found and pulled down in seconds. Very soon, Marinette's dress was joining his shirt on the floor, while he fiddled with the hooks of her bra. When he released her lips for the sole need of letting some air into his lungs, he spent a moment admiring the girl underneath him, and he felt tears pricking their way at the corner of his eyes.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmured as his gaze darted from her flushed cheeks to her kiss-swollen lips, down to her plump breasts (finally out of the wired bra he had just taken off), and her toned abdomen. As his eyes ran through her magnificent body, so did his hands. When he started moving his fingers on her tummy, Marinette arched her back and let out a little moan.
The wonders that such a moan did to his core were impossible for him to describe. A surge of electricity? A wild tingle? All he knew was that he wanted more. Without him even thinking of what he was doing, his hand cupped on the top of her—now wet—underwear, and he heard her whimper.
"Is this okay?" he asked, unsure whether she was liking it or not, or if she thought he was crossing a line. But the warmth in her eyes as she nodded didn't falter.
"Yes. But I still need to unwrap my present, Chaton. I won't be the only naked moaning mess in this room."
She pulled herself up and sat in front of him, pouting at his cheeky grin. She proceeded to reach with her hands to his waist, and when he didn't make any resistance, she pulled his black stripy t-shirt off. Her gaze locked into his, she moved her hands to the zipper of his jeans.
"Is this okay?" she asked when she saw him gulping, but he nodded and moved in a way which gave her better access to his trousers so she could pull them off. She couldn't prevent a giggle when she discovered a set of red polka dotted boxers underneath them.
"I wasn't kidding when I said I'm a fan of yours." He blushed under her scrutinising look. "And you shouldn't be surprised, since the cat is out of the bag and you know I'm Chat Noir."
"Point taken," she said in reply. "But it's one thing being told, and another seeing my spots on your underwear!" She could hardly finish, because he pulled her by her arm and made her lose her balance and crash on his chest.
Graciously, he flipped over, ending up on top, and started kissing her again, deepening the kiss hastily and cupping his hand on her underwear as he did so. At first, he started tracing the mound of her sex with his fingers from over the fabric of her underwear, but after she let out another moan, he got brave and slid a finger in, then a second and a third, until his whole hand was resting on her vulva and inside her panties.
"Are you okay?" he asked and, after a deep breath, Marinette nodded. So he tentatively slid a finger inside her folds. "Wow, you're so wet," he commented. Then he blushed and glanced at her as he added, "Uh, it's a good thing. I think."
Marinette frowned. "You think?"
"Y-yeah." He gulped. "From sex-ed and mangas." He tried to take his hand out but she grabbed it before he did and kept it there.
"You're telling me you never…" She turned redder than Ladybug's suit, but he was rivalling her quite nicely as he shook his head and pouted.
"Nope. I was keeping myself for the love of my life." His pout widened when he crossed her incredulous gaze. "Although maybe I shouldn't have bothered, since said love of my life doesn't appreciate it."
Since she was holding his hand there, he started moving his fingers around. Which happened at the same time as Marinette pulled herself up to give him a better look, causing his middle finger to rub against her clit. The way her eyes went instantly at the back of her head as she moaned made his previous problem with morning wood even more urgent.
"She does appreciate it," she whispered, her voice deep and hoarse.
"Doesn't look like," he objected, but she lifted her head and looked him in the eye.
"She does, trust me. It's just, she still finds it… hard… to believe that she is the love of your life." Her face turned an even deeper shade of red. "She's also surprised that with all the beautiful actresses and models you come across in your job, you managed to keep yourself for plain old her."
He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, her face mere millimeters from his, her bluebell gaze all he could see and get lost into. "They tried, I must admit. But this—" He put a hand, intertwined with hers, on his heart—"was already taken, and I made myself clear with anybody who tried, on several occasions." She could feel his breath tickling her lips as he whispered, "It was already bad enough that my heart was split in half."
She frowned. "In half?"
He nodded. "Yes, between Marinette and Ladybug." She sucked her breath in and widened her eyes. "You remember that day at the pool, when Ladybug gave the amulet to M. Pigeon?" She nodded slowly. "That day I fell for you, and hard, Marinette."
"You mean I fell on you? In the water?"
He shook his head. "Nope. When you tried to give me back my umbrella. I fell. Deeply. Madly. Totally in love with you." His lips were brushing against hers as he said that, the breath from his nose tickling her cheek.
"That's funny," said Marinette suavely. He flashed his eyebrows at her, so she continued, "That umbrella must have a magic power, because I fell for you the day you gave it to me."
Their lips crashed together, hungrily, desperately, voraciously. Fingers roamed through sweaty torsos and backs, hands cupped on plump breasts and then roamed lower, to end up again in between her legs. She had obviously done the same with him, taking his bulging cock out of his polka dotted boxers. She sucked her breath in as he raised an eyebrow.
"Big enough four you, you reckon?" he asked, faking a confidence he didn't feel deep down.
"I'm actually wondering how it's going to fit in me." She passed a finger on his length and his penis twitched.
He pounced forward and grabbed hold of her lips, kissing her senseless. When they broke contact to breathe, he pushed his forehead to hers and looked her in the eye. "There's only one way to find out, M'lady," he whispered. She got goosebumps after that, and his lips curled in a little satisfied grin when he saw it.
"I'll wipe that grin from your stupid handsome face," she muttered. He laughed but soon his lips got busy in a different activity, as her lips captured his and deepened the kiss immediately. He kissed her back as if there was no tomorrow, only breaking contact to breathe. Then, he started brushing his lips all over her body. She tried to stop him but he resisted.
"Let me go first. I've always wanted to do it. Please." He felt her body relaxing under his hold and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, mon Minou. Do to me all what you've always wanted to do."
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He beamed at her, not failing to notice how she turned purple when he smiled brightly at her. He loved having the upper hand for once. To make her quiver. To see her reacting to him so strongly—it's all he'd ever wanted, for her to know him, to love him, to desire him. He started kissing and licking her jaws and her neck, sucking on her pulse enough to leave a mark and then moving slowly downwards. Worshipping every inch of that gorgeous body he had been dying to touch and explore from the day they first met. He lazily licked his way to her abdomen, pushing his tongue inside her belly button and causing a new moan to come out of her. His hands slowly caressed her legs and reached her feet, starting to contour the top of them and then reaching lower to the plant.
Marinette burst in a fit of laughter. "Stooooop… you're tickling me!" But he didn't stop. He just moved his hands to her ankles and looked at her with a shit eating smile.
"Did you know that your feet are connected to the well-being of your whole body?" When she shook her head, he continued, "I'm by no means an expert, but the foot reflexologist I was sent to a couple of months ago gave me good tips."
He started pressing with the outer edge of his thumb on the centre of her plant, just under the ball of her foot. "For example, your Solar Plexus relieves anxiety," he said, as he moved to the centre and then the outside of her big toe. "Here apparently it helps hormone secretion and stimulates you to produce more estrogen." He picked her foot up and kissed the tip of her toes as he moved his hands there. "This increases your libido." He smiled and glued his gaze into hers in between kissing her toes, as his fingers moved to the inside of her ankles. "But this part is my favourite, because apparently, pushing on the inside of your ankles supports an orgasm."
Marinette closed her eyes and a satisfied little smile curled her lips as she took a big, deep breath. "Wow, did a reflexologist really tell you all that?"
She felt him smirking against her ankle. "Nope. I read a book on it afterwards." At that confession, Marinette laughed. He joined the laugh gladly, until they were both in stitches, his eyes never losing hers and making her feel those butterflies of the right kind roaming in her stomach.
His gaze locked into hers as he started brushing his lips on the inside of her leg, slowly reaching her knee and proceeding on her thigh. Then, he moved lower, causing goosebumps all over. With a firm gesture, he pulled on her now-soaking underwear and removed it, making it land on top of the discarded pile of clothes on the floor.
"Last chance to stop me, Marinette." He looked into her eyes and all he could see was love and desire. There was no trace of fear, although he could see that she was embarrassed.
"Stop you?" She groaned. "If you don't hurry up, Adrien, I swear to God I'll make you pay when it's my turn!"
He smirked. "As my eager Lady commands."
He put his fingers on her folds and spread them carefully, identifying immediately the little nodule that earlier on had caused such a strong reaction in her by his fingers merely brushing on it once. When he put his mouth on it and started sucking at it, he felt Marinette tensing and putting her hands on the top of his head. So he stopped to look up at her, fearing he was doing something wrong. All doubt disappeared from his mind when he saw her: her eyes closed and a serious frown on her face, she looked like she was on her way to a world of her own.
So he continued, sucking, licking, and nibbling at her little nodule of pleasure, allowing himself to get intoxicated with her intimate taste. His tongue explored every inch of her sex, causing her to shiver and moan and curse at him (his favourite part!) because he had left a spot she particularly liked. Eventually, he returned to concentrate his efforts on her clit, knowing well that it was the most sensitive part of her body. At the same time, he was testing her entrance with his fingers and was dipping first one and then two in and starting to pump up and down.
"God, Adrien, don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" she shouted as he felt the little nodule getting more turgid. He licked and sucked faster, and faster, until he felt her release on his mouth and Marinette's body started shaking. Her fists clenched into his hair as she groaned his name loudly.
When she clenched her legs around his head, forcing him to move to breathe, he looked at her and held his breath: she was gorgeous, all flushed and sweaty.
"That was amazing," she whispered in between heavy breaths, but frowned when she saw his cunning little smirk. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He gave himself a limb push to move forward and get his head at the same height as hers, his little smirk not leaving his lips. "Not going to leave you curious, M'lady. Plagg, claws out!"
Marinette widened her eyes. "You shouldn't use your Miraculous for personal gain," she scolded, but he laughed at her.
"Why, M'lady, the gain won't be mine, but yours. I think we're okay." He gave her such a shit eating look after saying that, that Marinette started laughing. Ha. He was going to show her how serious he was. Before she could finish laughing at his remark, he pounced and captured her lips with his, then took his time to deepen the kiss and stick his tongue in her mouth. Again, exploring every inch and tingling every corner.
"So? What's the verdict?" he asked, breathing heavily after they broke the kiss to breathe. A sparkle gleamed into her bluebell eyes.
"God, it is rougher…" she muttered to herself, but he didn't even let her finish. His lips were again on her, his tongue leaving deliberate strokes on the skin of her jaws and bosom, until he reached her right nipple, which he took in his mouth and started sucking at. Marinette's body was shaken by a deep spasm and she crouched on his head, starting to breathe heavily. He brushed his lips all over her abdomen, going lower and lower until he reached her folds. Then, not wasting even a second, he revealed her clit and started sucking at it, causing her to groan and call his name, a little louder than he felt comfortable with.
"Your parents, Marinette," he said in between heavy pants, immediately resuming his sucking activity. Her parents may have been already working at the boulangerie, but Adrien suddenly got worried that they could hear such a loud scream even two floors down.
"They're not here," she said in a barely audible voice. "They knew I was with Alya and went to see grandpa."
He breathed in relief. Then, he flicked his tongue and gave one lick to her sensitive nodule. She let out a low throat squeal. He smirked against her folds as he stimulated her clit with yet another firm stroke of his tongue. She sucked all her breath in as he started using his tongue more playfully, circling her clit all around a couple of times. Until Marinette's breathing caught up, she started jerking her legs and arms in a mad frenzy and she came strong and hard, moaning his name into his cat ears as she clenched herself to his head.
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"Wow," she commented in between breaths. "This was an experience...and a pleasant one, don't get me wrong."
He pushed his forehead gingerly against hers as he panted hard. "Tell me about it. Remind me to thank Alya for the kink!" He had just managed to say that when she started laughing.
"God, yeah…" she said in between laughs. Then she let her gaze bear into his and she smiled more playfully, grabbing him by the bell and moving him to look at her straight in the eye. "Now, if you don't mind, it's my turn to make you scream."
It was clear that he'd stiffened, but he tried to hide it, popping a nervous smile on his lips. "Oh yeah?" he said breathlessly. "And do you prefer the cat or the boy?"
She slid a finger all over his suited chest. "Both would be good, but I think the human package is easier to unwrap." Then she noticed the panic in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
He lit like a lightbulb, which was almost funny considering that most of him was black. "I wasn't planning to fuck the love of my life tonight, Marinette. Do you have, by any chance…"
"A condom?" she asked as comprehension dawned on her. He nodded, his hand running to the nape of his neck. She smiled and leaned a little forward to open a drawer near her bed (making sure to rub her pussy against the bulge in between his legs, which showed very clearly even with the suit on). She rummaged in it a little and eventually took out the small plastic bag she had been looking for. He breathed better.
"Claws in," he whispered. Plagg appeared out of the ring and gave them a disgusted glare.
"Ewwwww, keep me out of your disgusting mating rituals," he said before disappearing out of the view.
"Sorry, Plagg!" said Marinette before looking at Adrien and taking her time to really take him in; his glistening eyes looking deep into her soul, his soft lips, his chiseled muscles…his cock, twitching under her gaze.
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She wanted to make him feel the wonderful torture he made her endure earlier. So she slowly leaned forward, making sure to make more contact with his skin. Spreading her legs, she rubbed herself against his erected penis as she fondled it with one hand. She kissed him wildly but not for too long, preferring to start moving her lips all over his body. She contoured with her hands each and every of his muscles. When she reached his nipples, she tentatively put one in her mouth and when he moaned and arched his back, she did the same with the other by circling it with her hand. Then she went lower until she reached the part she was most curious about.
With a little smirk she touched the tip, causing the penis to twitch. She smiled at that. "So sensitive," she commented as she tried holding his length like a microphone and giving it a firm stroke. She felt him jerking underneath her and dropped everything, feeling incredibly stupid for having even tried.
"S-sorry," she started but he just grabbed her hand, moved it to hold his shaft the correct way and pumped with his hand on hers once. Oh right. That was it. She started following his suggestion and in no time she could see the tension building up in him. His breath started catching, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back and clenching on her buttocks firmly. The faster she wagged him, the more his breath was catching. God she loved having such a power on him, for once being able to make him squirm under her touch. She wondered how he would react if she did what he had done to her. She saw some pre-cum start to leak out and stopped her pumping movement, causing Adrien to let out a growl. But before he could complain, she gave a lick to the tip of his penis.
Adrien opened his eyes wide and held his breath. "Wow," he whispered, but didn't complain so Marinette thought it was her right to continue. She gulped and she leaned on it, tentatively circling the tip of his dick with her lips and taking in some pre-cum. Okay, the taste wasn't unpleasant, she could do this. With a decisive frown, she let the tip of Adrien's dick slide into her mouth, and was rewarded by the loudest moan she had ever heard. He pushed on her head, making her take his dick in deeper, until it reached the back of her throat. Remembering what she had done with her hand, she started pumping up and down. Underneath her, Adrien meowed even when he wasn't transformed. She couldn't avoid a little smile popping on her lips at that. She started experimenting, licking the tip of his dick as if it were an ice cream and then taking it in her mouth and started to suck strongly. She kept pumping in and sucking faster and faster, until Adrien's back arched, his moans multiplied, and his hand grabbed the wrapper that contained the condom she had left on the bed. Unceremoniously, he moved her, tore the wrapper open and donned the condom in a haste, his lips finding her hungrily, his hands reaching for the folds of her sex and starting to rub franctically at her clit, trying to bring her back on her high as quickly as possible. His gesture was so sudden that Marinette was left unable to breathe, gasping for air as the pulse in between her legs grew and grew at breakneck speed. It took literally seconds for her to become a hot, bothered, moaning mess in his arms.
"Adrien please!" she moaned into his ear.
"Do you want to be fucked, Marinette? Huh?" She meawled into his ear as he pushed a finger into her entrance and started pumping it up and down, to then get back to her clit.
"Oh God!" She clenched on him, wrapping herself strongly around his body, breathing heavily, every ounce of her attention concentrated on the feeling of his hands rubbing her clit and her pussy.
"You need to tell me, Marinette, I need to hear it spelled out." He felt her clit getting more and more turgid and slowed down a little bit, causing Marinette to moan loudly. "Please, M'lady."
She grabbed him by the jaws at both sides of his head and looked him straight in the eye as she muttered, "I want you. I need you. Please!"
And so he did. He entered her gently, making sure to fill her slowly and give her time to get used to his size. Even with that, she held her breath and tensed.
"You can tell me to stop at any time," he told her as he entered her, but she had no intention to stop him. It was a bit unpleasant to start with, giving her a burning sensation deep into her core. But after a few seconds that he was filling her, it was okay. In fact, it was amazing, the thought that he was inside her, filling for the first time a void she had never really realised needed to be filled. But it did. As he started a slow, regular movement inside her, she realised that she had never felt more complete. He completed her, he always did.
"Faster," she whispered into his ear, and as he increased the pace, she held tightly on his back and let the waves of pleasure wash through her. He reached again for her clit, rubbing it fast and strong until he felt her gasp for air and clench her walls against his dick. Only then he gave a few extra strong thrusts and finally reached his peak and collapsed on top of her, moaning her name and hugging her tight.
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They both spent a long time hugging each other and panting hard, as they came down from their individual high. Then, Adrien went to dispose of the condom and when he came back, started putting his clothes back on. Only when he was fully clothed again did he look at Marinette and noticed her disappointed pout.
"I have to go home, Buginette. In ten minutes, Nathalie will storm into my room and demand I get up."
Marinette's pout didn't falter, although she knew he was right. He had to go home, he couldn't afford his housekeeper not finding him in bed.
"Five more minutes?" she pleaded anyway. He smiled softly at her and gave her a tight hug, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, Buginette. You know I would stay here forever if I could. See you at lunch with Alya and Nino?"
She smiled back and pecked his lips. "I love you too, Chaton. Now go if you need to."
He smiled as he called his transformation phrase and used his baton to propel out of the window. He blew her one last kiss and then disappeared in the dim light of the early morning sun.
Fin
Author's Note
Here we are, another update! This time it's only for the eyes of the over 18 but… some time ago I was having a lovely chat with my Evil Bunnies friends, and this idea popped into my head. As you may think, I put it in my dungeon and shut the door to not let it out again but… well, it was giving me such puppy eyes and… it's my friend's Agrestebug's birthday so… I caved in. Sorry!
Well… I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and presenting it to Agrestebug on her birthday :) If you did, please drop me a comment! Comments are my bread and butter, let me know what you liked or disliked of the story, I will be grateful!
Until next time, a big massive hug and… bug out!
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