Hey there, friends. Thought I would try something different while we're all stuck in quarantine. I know it's given me a lot of time to think about writing ... and even more time to put it off :P anyway, here's an interesting ship, have fun.

Tikki's POV:

What am I doing?

I told Plagg not to leave his wielder during school. After the Kwamibuster fiasco, it was obvious that we were a bit too careless (and by we I mean that he had been too careless), and we didn't want that to happen again.

So why am I now flying away from Marinette's bag? I ask myself.

Well, it turns out that I have my own Camembert, and although mine is just as cheesy, it's also a lot more meaty.

Carefully I phase through the bathroom door, glancing around. It only takes a moment for me to locate him; he's the only one in there, and from the looks of things, Plagg isn't with him. That's good. I don't want him to know what I'm up to. He definitely would not be okay with this.

I just can't help it. While with Marinette, I've learned so much about him, and now I can't get him out of my head. Her stalking has worn off on me; in the process of telling me about why she loves him, I've fallen in love too.

"Adrien," I whisper wistfully, staring at his beautiful golden locks as he finishes at the urinal.

I've...done some weird stuff since realizing how I feel about him. Marinette hasn't found out yet; I think even she would be weirded out by it if she found out, on top of being jealous that I like the same boy she does. Two weeks ago, I stole his boxers in the middle of the night. I have them stashed away in my hiding spot in Marinette's room, a spot even she can't get into.

It wasn't my proudest moment, and yet, despite my guilt, I still haven't put them back.

"Tikki?" The scandalized voice catches me off guard, and I nearly fall onto the ground as I see Adrien's eyes meet mine.

"I..." I trail off as my eyes trail down Adrien's figure, only to find that he is not wearing any pants.

Or boxers.

His hands quickly cover the area, and his face is completely red. "What are you doing here?" He hisses, obviously concerned. "Is it Ladybug? Is she okay?"

I sigh, a part of me cursing the fact that he wants to know about Ladybug before me, even though I know that only makes sense. "Yes, I...I just wanted to..."

"To what?"

"To see you," I fly closer to him, and he takes a step back. "I can't get you out of my head."

He stares at me in complete confusion. "What?"

I gently land on his shoulder, nuzzling up against his neck, which causes him to flinch a little, obviously tickled. "You don't understand. It's driving me crazy. I need to have you."

"What?" Now he sounds more panicked, but I ignore him, turning to look down his back and at his nice ass.

No wonder he's a model, I think as Adrien presses himself up against the wall to try and cover his butt.

"Tikki!" He says, sounding completely scandalized. "What are you doing?"

I huff in response, folding my arms. "What does it look like? Kwamis have needs, and I'm here to fulfill mine..." I trail my tongue across his neck, which causes him to almost swat me off his shoulder, "and yours. Let me show you the good time Ladybug doesn't."

Adrien shakes his head furiously, waving his hands in front of his face. "No no no, that's not nec-"

Since he moved his hands, I seize the opportunity to fly down and begin my work. I'm only touching him for a moment before he's moaning, slumping back a little against the wall with his eyes half-lidded.

"What did you do?" Adrien barely gets the words out of his mouth.

I smirk up at him, batting my eyes. "I'm the kwami of creation," I say in explanation, tracing my small arms against his body, "so naturally I can create all sorts of reactions from a human."

Adrien shivers under my touch, and I'm pleased. "T-this isn't right."

"But doesn't it feel right?"

He doesn't answer, moaning again as I press my mouth against him, teething and sucking. His hands knock against the wall behind us as he struggles to keep his footing. I can feel him buckle a bit underneath me.

"Tikki, please," he whimpers.

"Please what?" I stare at him, waiting.

He gives the exact answer I was expecting. "Please, keep going!"

Please leave a review to tell me what you think, I'm really interested to see if anyone else finds kwami x human ships as fun as I do. See you next story ;)