When love isn't reciprocated, two heart broken lovers turn to each other to fill the loneliness.
Ladybug didn't love him.
He had to accept it. She loved someone else...
He was lonely, the only person that ever made him feel like he was human was her. But now that he knew she didn't want him, and was never going to love him, he really felt alone.
He could vaguely remember seeing Marinette on her balcony crying until she couldn't breathe.
He remembered comforting her, and she confided to him that she had heart trouble.
He rememebered when he agreed to meet up with her, and they made that promise.
The promise that they were both going to see each other. If in the end if the people they loved finally reciprocated, they'd call this off forever.
They were both lonely, and the emptiness they felt was unbearable, but the pain felt so good.
They were just using each other. Desperate to fill the void. Chat Noir used Marinette for the love he lacked from Ladybug, and Marinette used Chat Noir for the lack of love from Adrien. As long as they both understood that, it would be okay right?
Understanding one another, it was their decision to never speak of the ones they loved, they wanted it to feel more authentic other wise there would be no point.
An unbearable ache sworn into Chat Noir's chest, and he soon found himself at her balcony.
His clawed fingertips ran across the trap door. The wind blew through his hair as he just needed someone. He couldn't stand the silence anymore. It was killing him.
Marinette slowly opened the door, a grimace on her face.
"Hey..." she hummed, looking up at him. She already knew why he was here. If it was only for a little while. Its just to fill the loneliness.
Chat Noir stared at the computer screen blankly. He was numb, he was indifferent.
He mindlessly clicked at the computer mouse. His eyes moved across the screen of Marinette's computer.
Sure he could play computer games at home, but somehow it felt a little better to have someone else in his room with him.
Plagg was his best friend, but he was no good at comforting whenever Adrien became visibly upset.
Marinette and Chat Noir made out quite a bit. It wasn't the first person he kissed, and he wasn't sexually experienced but he read a lot of graphic manga to know enough. He knew Marinette was completely clueless. But he always guided her. They never really had sex before, but kissing kept them at bay.
Marinette sat on her chaise lounge chair beside the computer. She watched him tentatively. The same emptiness he felt, she felt the same way.
Was it bad? They both knew what they were thinking.
Chat froze as he felt her arms slowly wrap around his neck from behind.
Marinette pressed her face into the side of his neck, not uttering a word.
She knew what he needed.
He just needed to be held. Perhaps if she gave him this, he would return the favour. Heaven knows she needed it too. He placed his hand over hers as they intersected at the middle of his chest.
It was silent again. Marinette closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth. Every night or so Marinette tried to convince herself that she didn't need him. She had ripped off every photo she owned of Adrien. She didn't need him.
She didn't need Chat...
She didn't need anyone.
Her eyes slowly opened, glossening over his jawline.
She didn't need him...
And just in that moment, her mouth was on his.
Chat Noir caught his breath, a deep blush coating his cheeks as he didn't expect her to suddenly kiss him.
His eyes closed, and immediately he pulles her on to his lap. Marinette whimpered, her arms wrapping around him. His hands held her waist, and she was so warm.
Her lips were Ladybugs lips.
She was warm like Ladybug...her body was Ladybugs body. This was Ladybug in his mind, not Marinette.
Marinette cupped his face as they kissed, wet lips moved desperately against one another and Marinette focused on his mouth.
She didn't see Chat Noir either. She wanted to feel, and touch Adrien, so that's what she allowed her mind to do.
Chat pulled back slightly, his lips merely inches from hers.
"Stick your tongue out..." he instructed, breathing against her lips.
Marinette, who was completely clueless nodded. A deep blush coated her cheeks as she did what she was told. With half lidded eyes, she slowly stuck her tongue out.
Chat Noir looked down at her tongue and leaned forward. He slowly slid his tongue against hers, sealing both their tongues with a kiss.
Marinette gripped tighter on to him, their tongues sliding against one another.
"Ngh~" the bluenette whined as she could feel their saliva sliding down the edge of her mouth. She slurped on his tongue, shivering at the feeling.
Chat reached his hand up her shirt as they kissed.
Marinette furrowed her brow.
It was Adrien...
These were Adrien's hands touching her. Not Chat Noir. If pretending he was Adrien was enough to cure an ache, thats what she'd do. His hand teased the base of her bra, before sliding underneath the cup and gripping on to her breast.
A small coo left her lip as she pressed into the kiss, attempting to stifle her moan.
Adrien was touching her...
Chat Noir ran his thumb over her soft nipple. This was Ladybugs body... this wasn't Marinette either. That was the norm. He'd pretend that she was Ladybug, they'd make out and touch each other before they'd stop before going too far.
Marinette was a virgin, having him for a first time would only hurt her more. There were limits they'd both breach, but it was something Chat didn't want to push.
His hand gently massaged her breast, circling the nipple until it hardened. His tongue continued to swirl around hers, their saliva mixing together in a heated kiss.
His claw gently pressed into her nipple before he pulled them out from under the cup.
His claw slowly scraped down her tummy, carefully sliding into her pants.
"You're wet..." he murmured against her lips, his claws gently sliding between her folds through her underwear.
Marinette opened her eyes halfway, the blush only growing deeper under her freckles. She buried her face into his neck, biting on to his suit as Chat Noir touched her. Her legs trembled, feeling his digit rub her through her underwear.
These were Adrien's hands...
And she liked them...
Chat Noir buried his face into her hair, smelling her shampoo. She smelled so nice. Ladybug smelled nice...
She was trembling in his lap, and he wanted nothing more than to please his lady, to have her panting and a huge mess underneath him.
And thats what he did. He continued to rub her through her panties, rubbing and rubbing. She was so wet, and Chat Noir got drunk off the sensation that he was pleasing his lady.
Marinette, being as stimulated as she was, lost her composure. She tensed, her body shivering in his arms as she came.
Chat Noir held her close to him, his hand stilling between her legs. They were silent once more, nothing could be heard but their laboured breathing.
The blunette loosened her grip on him, her heart struggling to slow down.
And then she felt something.
It was silent.
"You're hard..." she whispered, breaking the silence.
Chat blushed, his throat going dry.
"Y-Yeah..." he sighed. "I know..." he buried his face into her hair once more.
Marinette closed her eyes keeping her closed.
Her hands slid up his stomach and she fiddled with the bell on his chest.
Would she had the courage to do this with Adrien. It boggled her mind how comfortable she got with Chat...she was able to do anything with him without feeling a lick of shame.
She took a deep breath as she slowly tugged down the bell of his suit to which he froze.
Her hand slowly traced the contours of his chest and abs before she slowly slid her hand down to where she felt his bulge.
His heart leapt into his throat and he caught her hand, stopping her immediately.
"Don't-" he breathed. Funny enough, despite everything they just did, he felt like he was taking advantage of her.
It was going too far. Everytime they made out, he always touched her through her clothing, it never got to this point.
"Its okay..." he finally opened his eyes, pulling back to look at her.
Marinette opened her eyes, her blue eyes meeting his and his heart almost stopped. He couldn't tell if this was his imagination, but he saw something familiar in her.
She was a mess, post orgasm. He never seen anything like it. His other hand slowly reached to cup her face which she was inclined to.
Her hair was an erotic mess, her lips parted with a blush and her eyes were half lidded, glancing up at him with such a sultry look it was almost sickening
For a brief moment he wondered if he was the only person she ever showed that face to. His thumb ran across her freckled cheek the moment he realized that he was.
He was the only person she showed that face to.
The face of wanting, the face of aching.
That face...
His eyes narrowed for a brief moment as his mind scribbled her face in a scratch of black.
He saw that face and he wanted to destroy her. That was where his mind went to...
He hated that about him.
"I want to..." she spoke, interjecting his thoughts. "Let me..."
Chat simply stared at her face, and Marinette took advantage of his distraction. Her hand slipped under his suit tenderly.
And Chat let her. Perhaps he wanted to be touched by Ladybug in his head the way he wanted Ladybug to be touched by him.
-Squeeze-
Chat widened his eyes, a pained cry escaping from his lips, his legs trembled from the pain that shot from his groin.
Marinette widened her eyes and she immediately retracted her hand.
"W-What? Did I do it wrong?" She asked, her heart racing.
Chat Noir hunched over her slightly, he tried to wait out the pain, groaning slightly before he peaked up at her.
"Its not a handlebar, Marinette. You don't squeeze it like that!" He gasped out, biting his lip as the pain began to slowly subside.
The bluenette flushed with embarassment. "I-Im sorry! I didn't know...I...I never did this before..." She closed her eyes and hid against him, guilt racking througout her body.
She inwardly scolded herself for thinking she could do this.
Chat sighed, wrapping his arm around her once more.
She never did this before.
The words swam into his head, over and over again.
"Its okay..." he pulled back to look at her. "Here...I'll show you..." he then reached over and grabbed her hand, guiding it back inside his suit.
He guided her hand to gently wrap around his length.
"Like this..." he instructed, guiding her hand up and down his length.
Marinette blushed. He was thick and hot...she had never felt anything like it. Sure, she'd seen dicks in health books and perhaps she got curious and looked online, but seeing it first hand and touching one was a completely different center.
She took notes of the way he reacted to her strokes, moving her hand up and down his length like he instructed.
Chat buried his face into her neck, lightly biting her skin. She carefully pulled back, her eyes looking into his.
"Whats wrong?" He asked, his face impassive. "Is there someone that you don't want to see my kisses on you?" He asked, perking a brow.
Marinette looked into his eyes.
There was no one. She didn't care who saw his kisses on her. He was her only company.
She blushed once more as a particular stroke, earning a loud moan that he buried into her neck.
And as always, he picked up where he left off.
He began to nip at her skin, leaving deep red teeth marks at her skin.
Marinette continued pumping him, leaning into him.
"Does it feel good?" She asked, closing her eyes as she felt him struggle to remain composed under her hand.
Chat nodded, his mouth sucking harder on her skin.
"Y-Yeah...it feels good..."
She opened her eyes again. His words made her warm. They were so comfortable around each other.
It felt good for him, she made him feel good.
He was cute...
The blunette carefully slipped her hand out of his pants, and Chat slowly opened his eyes.
Did he make her uncomfortable?
Marinette gently grabbed his face and brought his lips to hers.
He was taken by surprise by the sudden kiss, but he was easily inclined.
They kissed for a brief moment until she pulled away.
"Chat...c-can...we?" She stuttered, her heart catching into her chest.
"Can we do it?"
Her voice quivered, she was nervous? She was frightened? He couldn't tell.
His eyes widened.
"Marinette...You're saying silly things again." He chuckled nervously. "I'll get you to bed..."
Marinette ran her hands through his hair and she brought him in for another kiss.
Chat Noir hovered over her. The pair had made it to her small bed on the second level. His intent was to put her to bed, but Marinette was stubborn.
She lay in nothing but her pyjama shirt and underwear.
Her legs were beautiful, like Ladybugs were and Chat was beginning to covet her. Her dark hair splayed across the pillows, as she ushered Chat, begging him with her eyes.
Chat dragged his fingers up her legs, admiring their beauty. He hooked his claws on to her underwear and pulled them down her legs.
She was still wet, she still wanted him.
Chat shed his suit, sliding them down his lean but toned shoulders. Marinette blushed at the sight. She had worked with him for a long time and never knew he looked this good.
Chat could think the same way. Never in a million years did he believe that he would have his classmate half naked underneath him, begging for him to take her.
"Do you have condoms?" He asked, his green sclerae eyes glowing in the dark.
Marinette blushed at his question. Part of her couldn't believe that they were going to do this. She nodded, she sat up, reaching into the alcove above her bed and pulled out a condom.
She gulped, handing it to him. She removed her shirt, leaving her in nothing but a bra.
He was now naked, sitting on her bed. Shrugging slightly, he rolled the condom on and Marinette glanced down at his length, nervous about the fit.
Chat climbed over her, his hands sliding under her thighs.
Marinette allowed him to guide her legs open and she lay flat on the bed.
She watched him position himself between her legs, tucking her knees under his arms.
She jumped, feeling him tease her entrance. He placed his hands on the space beside her head and Marinette gripped on to the bedsheets. Chat lifted his hips, taking route into her body at a steady pace.
It didn't feel good.
Perhaps she was just too tense and nervous about losing her virginity.
Her hands gripped on to the bedsheets even tighter.
"Ngh! It hurts!" She gasped out, her body shifting up into her pillows uncomfortably.
Chat paused, looking down at her.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his hips stilling the moment she uttered her pain.
Marinette shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes.
"No..." she refuted. "No...I need this..." her chest rose and fell with each laboured breath she took.
Chat leaned down against her, pressing his body against her as he popped himself up on his elbows.
"Just relax, Marinette." He placed chaste kisses to her lips, rubbing his nose against hers. "If it becomes too much, don't feel pressured to continue..."
Marinette acknowledged his words, but she wasn't going to abide. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get what she wanted. Her arms wrapped around him and she pulled him into a deep kiss. Her lips moved against his.
Chat kissed her back, his one hand running down her body.
He was gentle, he moved meticulously, not wanting to hurt her.
Marinette felt him deep inside, he wasn't overly big, but definitely bigger than anyone she had. Which was no one. She never had done this before.
Her arms moved, sliding under his arms so that she could grip his back.
He was gentle with her, and for that she was grateful.
She bit her lip, her hips moving with his rigidly.
Chat slid his hips further, pushing into a sensitive part and Marinette gasped
Her hands rushed down to his hips, stilling them with a soft tremble.
"Wait...wait..." she breathed, trying to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.
Chat paused, looking down at her.
"Do you want me to stop?" He adjusted himself, pulling down.
Marinette shook her head with a deep blush.
"No...don't stop..." she breathed, closing her eyes as he began to press soft kisses to her neck. She turned her head, capturing his lips in a kiss once more.
Chat furrowed his brow, reciprocating the kiss. He carefully slid back into her, moving at a gentle pace once more.
It was a full feeling and Marinette closed her eyes. She tried to get lost in the feeling.
She felt him move between her legs, and she gripped on to his back. She wanted to believe this was Adrien.
Chat felt her tighten around him with each movement he made. He knew she wasn't enjoying it as much as he was, but he had to admit she just felt too damned good.
Is that what Ladybug felt like? Did Ladybug have a cute little body like this? She was so warm, and soft. Chat wanted to bury himself inside of her and never leave.
His tongue dipped into her mouth, swirling against her tongue as the girl underneath him was ladybug.
She had the softest lips, the sweetest taste, and the warmest body he ever had the pleasure of having.
Chat was getting close. Marinette could feel it. He was twitching inside of her, and his movements were becoming visceral.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her nails digging into his back as she tried to keep up. Marinette could hear a vague beeping, but she couldn't care less. His skin slapped against hers, grunts emanating from his lips as the condom provided him insurance to simply get lost in her warmth.
Her heart picked up the pace, her legs trembling around him as he went from gentle to carnally fucking.
"Ladybug..." he grunted, his face buried into her neck. He furrowed his brow when he felt something scraping his nose. He opened his eyes, his vision blurry once he spotted her earring.
Marinette was too lost in her own world. She squeezed around him as he continued to thrust into her, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her.
"Adrien-" she whimpered.
Chat closed his eyes, his claws knotting into her hair.
"Ah! Fuck!" He moaned, his hips pushing into hers. He twitched, his hips jerking into hers. He groaned, and Marinette whimpered as he came, spilling into the condom until it became uncomfortable.
"Adrien-" she breathed.
"Ladybug-" he moaned just as she did.
Marinette kept her eyes closed, and the beeping finally stopped.
Chats transformation wore off, but he remained buried inside of her. He was too tired to move. His mind was fuzzy, he couldn't think. His nose brushed against her earring and he furrowed her brow once more.
Wait...
Did she just utter out his name during orgasm? Did she know it was him. His eyes focused on her earring as it was slowly making sense. His eyes trailed off to his pale ring and his heart beat quickened.
Marinette could have sworn she heard him utter out her alter Ego. She tried to convince herself that her post coital mind was that of a haze. She could have misheard something.
Her hands slid up to run through his hair.
Why did this feel different?
Adrien glared at her earring, his heart racing. His mind was winding up. The gears in his head finally turned, and it suddenly clicked.
"L-Ladybug?" He asked, his voice quivering as he pulled back to look at the girl underneath him.
Marinette gulped. She chuckled, slowly opening her eyes as she was ready to play stupid.
She parted her lips, ready for a refutal but choked on her words.
"A-Adrien?" She asked, her breath nearly knocking out of her chest.
"Wait...you're chat noir?!" She nearly sat up, blushing deeply as he was still inside of her.
Adrien was inside of her!
"Marinette? You're Ladybug?!"
Had he been searching for company in the girl he craved it from this whole time?
Were they in love with each other this whole time?
A/N: this was longer than i wanted it to be but oh well.
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