I don't own Miraculous. This isn't Y-7 anymore, kiddos. Will all innocents please exit the fic in a calm and orderly manner. And all kiddos. It's just adults doing adult stuff, ya know...
Chapter 3: The Climax (pun completely intended. High five, Chat.)
Now, when I say he kissed her, I feel like I should clear some things up.
The first kiss was simple. Quick. A smile and a ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!
She finally opened her eyes to see Adrien (HOLY SHIT, ADRIEN AGRESTE) standing there, right in front of her face, grinning at her in all his radiant glory. Perfect, and beautiful, and his-hair-was-pulled-up-into-his-signature-ponytail-now, but oh-God-that-was-Chat's-smile—And then, before she could comprehend that Earth-shattering bit of information, and before he'd even completely pulled back from the first kiss, he cupped her face in both hands, pulled her against him, and claimed her mouth fiercely.
Marinette could only gasp and follow his lead as five years of pent-up sexual tension were suddenly unleashed on her. Adrien backed her up against a wall, even as she kissed him back. Her knees went weak and she clutched at him desperately, wrapping her arms around his neck when he pressed himself against her. His hands raced down her body, cupping her rear and lifting her up, taking her weight almost effortlessly.
Whoa, whoa! Wait, what? Part of her brain short-circuited at the thought of Adrien (Adrien-fucking-AGRESTE!) being so forceful and primal with her—he'd pushed her against a wall! Albeit, he'd been gentle enough that it hadn't hurt at all, but the thought of it still made her gasp… and Holy Hell, was he growling in satisfaction as his mouth moved over hers?
Damn, that was hot.
But still, it was Adrien… and Adrien was Chat, she reminded herself dumbly. The man who dove into danger gleefully with a grin on his face.
Oh, I am in so much trouble, she thought, as his hands lifted her skirt up to bunch around her hips, somehow guiding her legs around his waist at the same time. And I am going to love every minute of it. She pushed his head away just enough to take a breath.
"Adrien," she gasped out, both of them panting even as they stared at each other. And then, as if some unspoken signal had passed between them, in the next instant, they were both pulling each other closer, their lips meeting feverishly.
"My lady, my princess, I should've known, I should've known," Adrien murmured in between kisses before diving in to suck on her bottom lip. She gasped and opened her mouth, jumping a bit when he eagerly accepted her invitation and deepened the kiss, his hands moving to pull her more firmly against him.
Marinette hissed at the heat and pressure now pressed against her core before Adrien started nipping and sucking at her lips again, coaxing her tongue to play. She responded readily, her head still spinning as he continued to kiss her breathless. For a few moments, they reveled in tasting each other. And she gave as good as she got. Playing and teasing, and taking….
But air was necessary, and she finally had to push him away again, gulping in lungfuls of oxygen. Adrien, however, had apparently mastered the art of breathing while kissing, and refused to let her go completely.
"I have wanted to do this for so long," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck.
She groaned and whimpered, even as she tilted her head back to grant him more access. She clutched at the back of his head for some sense of control. But really, she'd lost it a while ago. The feel of him. The taste of him. Chat. Adrien. The two boys she'd loved for years now were one and the same. And the emotions she'd felt for both of them had somehow combined, multiplied, and hit her like a ton of bricks. The crush she'd had on Adrien before was nothing compared to this. The love she'd felt for Chat before was a light breeze in the face of the hurricane now spinning around her head. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Her world had been reduced to him, and only him.
And he'd loved her too! She could literally taste the desperation and fire that drove him. And if that wasn't a heady feeling… knowing, finally knowing for certain how much he'd loved her for so long….
"Oh, fuck," Marinette groaned, as Adrien sucked lightly on her neck. She felt her own heart jump, as if it could leap out of her chest and into its rightful place in his arms. She was his. Completely his. She'd always been his. She'd been lost before she'd even known it.
She felt him smile against her and he pulled away, gently unwrapping her legs from his waist, setting her on the ground again, and smirking.
"As my lady wishes," he said, pulling his shirt over his head. Marinette blinked at him stupidly for a moment, then she realized what she'd just said. But it was too late. She gaped at him, intending to protest that she hadn't meant it like that! when—oh, boy—she caught sight of his chest and her words left her.
Adrien laughed at the look on her face as he tossed his shirt away and stepped back, opening his arms and turning so she could see all of him.
"See something you like?"
Hot damn, yes, she did. She'd expected her partner to be fit, but gods above, Adrien was chiseled. That was so not fair. Toned and tanned and so perfect… she'd forgotten how to breathe again. Her mouth moved, but she was pretty sure no sounds were coming out of it.
Was it possible to drool when your mouth felt dry?
And why was he looking at her like that and licking his lips? Oh, nooo, don't come any closer, my heart can't take it! He sauntered back over to her, leaning down and gently brushing her cheek with his hand.
"Chaise or bed?" he asked quietly.
"Huh?" she looked at him wildly.
"Chaise lounge, or your bed?" he repeated slowly. She gulped. Surely, he didn't mean…. "You're the one who lured me here, Mari, with the idea of being my girlfriend," he reminded her, his tone teasing, but the heat in his eyes not dimming in the least. She flushed and opened her mouth again to say she hadn't meant it that way, but the look he was giving her made all her thoughts go blank.
"And you can't really expect me to see you looking at me like that without wanting to do something about it," Adrien flicked her chin up with a finger so she wasn't gaping at him anymore. Marinette licked her lips nervously and swore his eyes gleamed as he watched her.
"Now, I will happily take you up against this wall if you want," he growled lowly, coming close enough to breathe in her ear. She trembled as he lightly brushed her neck with his lips. He was barely touching her, and her skin felt like it was on fire! "But you deserve something a bit more comfortable for our first time. So, choose."
Holy—, he was serious! Not that she didn't want it, but…. She glanced at the chaise lounge. She had no doubt, if she chose it, he'd have her on it in the blink of an eye. He'd been waiting long enough as it was. Patience had never been Chat's forte, and it'd been five years….
She was half-surprised he hadn't torn her clothes off and ravished her already. Ohhh, and that thought set her blood racing even faster. Yes. Yes, please! His hands were clenching and unclenching like he was forcibly holding himself back. But the wall was hard, and the chaise was tiny, really, and….
She swallowed. "Bed."
His eyes gleamed. The smile he gave her was predatory. She trembled as he took her hand and brought it to his lips. Just a kiss, one he'd done a thousand times, but it made her heart race now.
"Ladies first," he said, bowing to her and gently guiding her towards the stairs of her bed so that she was leading him. She gulped and allowed it, but kept him in her sights, not entirely sure she wanted to turn her back on him when he was in predator-mode….
Was this really happening?
"Hold up," he said, just before she reached her stairs. He turned her so her back was completely to him. Marinette's heart skipped a beat. "We need to take this dress off. It's already tried to kill you on those stairs once." She felt his hand at the zipper on her back and paled as she suddenly remembered something….
"Adrien, wait!"
Too late, he pulled the zipper down even as she whirled, quickly clutching the fabric of her dress to her chest so it wouldn't fall down and reveal… Oh fuck! This was so embarrassing! She'd worn them as a private joke. It was supposed to be her own little secret as she chatted with her partner. He never had to know just how much she cared. She hadn't meant for it to go this far tonight! If ever! She certainly hadn't ever meant for him to see!
Adrien cocked his head to the side in confusion. "You don't want me?"
"No, I do!" Marinette protested, her face burning. He smiled and took a step towards her, but she backed up at the same time, until her foot hit the bottom of her ladder. "It's just… umm…. Why don't I go slip into something more comfortable?" she suggested, licking her lips nervously and trying for an innocent smile. Adrien smirked at her.
"As much as I want to see you in some outfits, princess, I don't think I'm going to last long as it is," he said, stepping closer again and pulling her arms apart so he could tug the dress the rest of way off her. "Right now, I just want you naked, in my arms, screaming my—oh, what is this?" he asked incredulously as his eyes lit up in delight.
"Embroidery practice?" Marinette whimpered as Adrien reached up to trace the neon-green cat's paw she'd meticulously sewn onto the cup of her black bra. His eyes shot to hers with a heated glance. "You weren't supposed to see any of them," she whined, as he bent down so he was eye-level with them. Embarrassment quickly gave way to chills and she moaned softly as she felt him kiss his mark.
"Princess, you've been hiding something so purr-fect," he sighed, nuzzling her chest. Her breath caught as the action sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. "Wait, them?" He looked up at her in surprise.
She bit her lip, her legs crossing nervously, giving her away before she could say anything. He glanced down and his smile was positively wicked as he sank to his knees in front of her, pulling her hands away from her panties. Her underwear had more green cat's paws, littler, but all over the fabric. Adrien took a deep, steadying breath, resting his head against her stomach. "Oh, mon dieu, thank you for this blessing." Marinette couldn't hold back a snort of laughter.
"What, no more long, quirky phrases in Mandarin?" she asked teasingly.
"I would," he gulped, "but I'm finding it hard to think at all in the face of… this," he said, gesturing to her panties. She flushed as he grinned up at her. "There needs to be a big one, front and center," he teased. She looked away.
"My dress was too see-thru for that one. You would've noticed it."
She heard Adrien suck in his breath. "You-you have one?"
Marinette winced again. "It was just an experiment to see how noticeable light colors can be under darker colors!" she protested, still unable to look him in the eye. "And there's an extra layer and extra steps you have to add, to make sure the embroidery thread doesn't show or start to itch on—well…." She quickly bit her tongue before she could ramble any further.
"How many of these do you have?"
"Um…."
"Oh my God, how many?" he repeated, sounding slightly desperate as he stood up again and loomed over her.
"Six pieces are done, three more in progress," she admitted, focusing on his shoulder instead of his face. "I thought nine would be appropriate for a cat-themed set…."
"You're trying to kill me…," he muttered. He closed his eyes and shook his head at her, taking a deep breath. "Welp, Mari, I hope you didn't ever want to have another boyfriend," he said. She scowled at him. What did he—Then she yelped as he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, already climbing the stairs to her bed. "Because you are mine, woman."
Adrien deposited her on the mattress, kneeling next to her and furiously unbuckling his pants. Halfway through, he let out a whine and bent down for another scorching kiss, as though he couldn't bear to be away from her for long. Then he tore his pants the rest of the way off and tossed them to the floor. Marinette looked away, flushing when she realized he had nothing on underneath. Or he'd somehow shucked his underwear off with the pants. Either way, he was now completely naked, and crawling towards her on her bed. Oh, fuck, that cat-like prowl… She quickly looked away from his lower body, telling herself to focus on his face to calm herself.
That also turned out to be a mistake. Her blood quickened at the intensity in his eyes as he loomed over her. Green fire burned into her. She took a deep breath as heat pooled in her center.
"I-I've never…," she stammered, trying to grasp some semblance of sanity. His smile turned feral.
"Then you're all mine," he purred, pulling her head up to him for a fierce kiss. Marinette melted, sure she was quickly becoming addicted to the way he tasted. But, as quickly as it started, Adrien ended it, kissing his way fervently down her neck.
"And I'm going to mark you here," his hand flicked over her bra, making her gasp, "and here," his hand danced down her stomach, giving her chills, "and here," his hand stopped just above her panties and he fixed her with another heated stare and he leaned in closer to her. "And everywhere," he whispered. She whimpered when he didn't touch her, like she'd expected him to. Like she wanted him to. Oh God, did she want it.
"I am going to make you scream my name," he murmured in her ear, nipping at the skin around her earring. His hands slid back up her body, leaving tiny trails of fire in their wake. She sucked in her breath as he pulled her up just enough to try to unclasp her bra in the back.
That wasn't going to be hard, she thought, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his hair, feeling the warmth of him and breathing in his scent. She was already on Cloud Nine. He smelled like spices, and the wind above the rooftops, and strangely enough, some sort of cheese….
It was kind of strange to associate Adrien with these things. And he was acting so much like Chat… Wait. Could that be what he was going for? She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her as she decided to test it.
"Which one?" she asked, just as he gave a frustrated snarl to the clasps he was trying to unhook. He pulled back and looked at her in surprise. Marinette grinned at him, brushing some of his loose hair back.
"Which name do you want me to use?" she clarified. He gave a little laugh of his own, his green eyes twinkling.
"You even have to ask me that?" he asked, gently pushing her back down onto her soft mattress. Then he reached up and pulled the tie from his hair, making it fall around his face in Chat Noir's wild, loose hairstyle. He swept it back with one hand before bending down and rubbing his cheek all over her bra again. She yelped and squirmed as the chills returned in full force. The sensation of him rubbing against her, combined with the light tickle from his hair against her skin… she shivered beneath him, making him chuckle as he kissed her bra again.
"You're laying here like a gift-wrapped present from the gods, with my symbol all over you!"
Well, when he put it that way…. It was definitely Chat who grinned up at her from her cleavage.
"Adrien can have you later, princess," he declared. "Tonight, you're all mine. Besides," he added, sitting up and straddling her, "Adrien would never have the nerve to do this!" He grabbed the center of her bra with both hands and ripped it apart.
"Chat!" she cried as the pieces of the bra fell off her, revealing everything. "What did you—!"
"Oh, much better," he purred, bending down and latching onto her nipple. Marinette yelped as he suckled her, his hand already coming up to massage her other breast as he went to work on her. Then she was gripping his hair and mewling, her body writhing beneath him as he licked, and nibbled, and suckled her, his hand mimicking his motions on the other breast. Her body, already over-sensitized just by being in his presence and that world-shaking reveal, responded eagerly to his every caress. He wasn't the only one who'd been waiting five years, after all. She cried out, cursing, as heat and electricity shot through her body to coil between her legs.
"Oh God, Chat," she moaned, carding her hands through his hair like she'd always wanted to. He growled in approval and quickly moved his mouth over to her other nipple. She couldn't help the little scream that escaped her as he gave it the same treatment as the other one, his other hand quickly coming up to tease and tweak the breast he'd left behind. She felt her back arch and her hips buck instinctively, wanting, wanting, wanting…. "Please, Chat, please!" she begged.
"Underwear," he agreed, releasing her breasts to shift over her again. Before she could protest, she heard the sound of ripping fabric and a rush of cool air on her nether regions.
"You—"
"My control is gone," Chat admitted, crawling up her body again until his head was level with hers. She moaned, realizing that other certain body parts were also aligned. Her blood pounded in her veins as he nudged her legs open and settled in between them. Oh God, she wanted, needed him right now…. "Especially with you making those amazing sounds. We'll have to do this better next time."
He gave her a deep kiss as he lined himself up, and then, before she could say anything, he drove into her with one smooth thrust.
"CHAT!" she screamed, clutching him as her body instantly shattered around him. His own cry was muffled into her neck as he buried himself to the hilt and went still above her.
Chest heaving, Marinette wrapped her legs around him, a bit mortified at how quickly he'd brought her to completion, even as her body continued to spasm around him. Not that it wasn't completely amazing, especially when he was still inside her… wow, was that a strangely-comfortable feeling. There was definitely something foreign inside her, and she was full in a way she never had been before, but at the same time, she felt complete. But then she noticed Chat wasn't moving, his breath coming in shallow pants. Surely, surely he was ready….
"Chat?" she asked softly.
"Fuck," he muttered against her. Suddenly, Marinette realized what had happened and started giggling.
"Did you cum already?"
"Yes," he groaned.
"Me too," she admitted.
"Ugh, years of—wait, really?" Chat asked hopefully, blinking at her.
"Mmm hmm," she affirmed, running her hands through his long hair and down his back, feeling him relax against her. "You can't really blame me, though. I had this gorgeous superhero all over me. I had no chance whatsoever." He chuckled, lifting himself up and withdrawing from her. She fought the urge to pout at the feeling of loss.
"And I had this amazing woman beneath me," he said, cupping her face, "moving against me and making the most purr-fect sounds I've ever heard." He gave her a long, lingering kiss and then pulled back to smile at her. "I've been chasing her for five long years now, and she suddenly up and offered me everything. I had to take it, and take it quick."
"Well," Marinette smirked, "mission accomplished. Pound it?" She offered him her fist. Chat threw his head back and howled with laughter. It was a few moments before he could finally tap it with his own.
"I don't think we realized how dirty that sounded back when we were kids," he said, still chuckling.
"Definitely not," she agreed.
"Is this how we're ending all akuma fights from now on?" he asked with a grin. Marinette rolled her eyes and shook her head at him.
"Who says we need to wait for an akuma?" she asked coyly. Chat's whole face lit up in delight.
"Good," he said, kissing her again. "Because I'm not leaving until I've completely made up for that appalling lack of control just now." She snorted.
"You mean the part where you literally tore apart hours of hard work?" she asked impishly, mock-scowling at him.
"No, that I meant to do," he said, unrepentantly. "It had to be done, especially if I'm actually gonna give this up." He said, looking down at his ring.
Marinette's smile faded. "Chat, I really didn't mean for—"
"I know," he said softly. "But you have to try to see it from my perspective. Running alongside some other girl, dressed up in your spots?" He shook his head with a look of disgust. "No. Just, no. It makes me nauseous just thinking about it."
Marinette sighed, pulling him closer for a hug. She really hadn't meant for it to turn out like this. "I'm sorry," she said softly. Above her, he chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"Worth it," Chat murmured in her ear, settling in close to her. "So worth it." She shivered at his tone and felt him hum. "I get the feeling my little Lovebug isn't as satisfied as she's leading me to believe."
"Huh?" she said, looking at him wildly. She felt his hand tracing a path down her stomach and sucked in her breath. "No, no, I am!" she insisted, even as she felt her body reacting to his light touch, warmth coiling in her stomach already. She licked her lips as her mouth went dry when he touched her. Now there was a smirk on his face that made her face flame. Oh, he was enjoying this way too much.
"Why, you—AH!" Marinette cried out as he dipped a finger inside her. "Chat, I'm fine! I'm—"
"Sensitive," he hissed in her ear, adding another finger. She choked and cried out as he started moving them inside her; teasing her with slow circles.
"Chat, please," she gasped. She couldn't help but moan when he started moving them faster, deeper inside her. "Oh my God, please!"
"More?" he asked. She yelped as her hips bucked on their own. Something was already building inside her again…. He chuckled and rewarded her involuntary movement by curling his fingers inside her.
"Ohhhh," Marinette groaned and then quickly covered her mouth with both her hands.
Shit, her parents were home! They could probably hear everything! She felt Chat move above her, withdrawing his fingers, and took a deep breath in relief. Oh thank— And then he was pulling her hands away from her mouth, pinning them above her head as he glowered at her. She gulped. He truly looked predatory right now. And she was his prey.
"I already told you, princess, I want to hear you scream," he tsked at her.
"But, my parents… they're right downstairs," she whispered.
Chat scoffed at her. "If they didn't hear you earlier, they won't hear you now," he pointed out. "And if they did hear you… well, I'm sure they already know what we're doing." He gave her a saucy wink and slowly walked his fingers down her body to her center again, humming to himself happily.
"Now, no holding back." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as his fingers gently rubbed against her folds. She whimpered and bit her lip to keep from crying out. God, everything he was doing felt so good…. He paused and she looked up to see him scowling at her.
"Princess," he growled, bringing his hand back up to remove her lip from her teeth.
"Sorry, sorry," she said quickly, "it was just a natural reaction to… what the—!" She smelled the scent of her own arousal on his fingers and shied away from it. Okay, that was weird, did she smell like that? He snickered at her reaction.
"Don't like it?" he teased, lifting it to his own mouth, breathing it in deeply and then giving them a long, sultry lick. Her face flamed. That should not be a turn-on. That should be gross, but when he did it, looking like he was enjoying the scent and taste of her….
"Mmm, essence of Marinette," he purred, coming closer and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "If you won't scream for me voluntarily, my lady, it looks like I'm going to have to draw it out of you the hard way."
Marinette gulped. "I hope you don't mean with bondage or pain or anything like that," she said nervously, glancing up to where he was still holding her hands prisoner above her head. "I'm not really into that kind of thing."
"Nope," Chat chuckled, releasing her. He gave her a grin. "It just means I have to go to the source!" Then, before she could protest, his weight above her vanished as he scooted down between her legs, giving the inside of her thigh a quick kiss, followed by a long lick.
She squealed in surprise, and her hips instinctively arched to get away from the foreign feeling. Unfortunately, it seemed he had anticipated that action, and he quickly grasped her by the hips before she could get away from him, pulling her back down to where he wanted her and spreading her legs even further apart. She looked down to see his green eyes nearly glowing at her in amusement, even as he lowered his head towards her.
"Chat, wait!" she cried. "You don't have to!" He gave her a mischievous smirk.
"What if I really, really want to?" he said, slowly sinking down further.
"But, it's—it's…."
"Cream," he purred. She couldn't help the undignified squawk that came out of her when she felt him lick her folds. Or the cries that followed when he continued to lap at her, over and over again. She cursed and writhed against him, unable to control it anymore as her hands dug into his hair on instinct.
"Oh, you've been holding out on me," he growled lowly, after a particularly long cry. She couldn't help it. It felt so weird, so foreign, but at the same time—so good. He was setting her on fire and making her shiver all at once.
"Please, Chat, please," she panted. "You made your point—AHH, FUCK YES!" she screamed as his tongue probed deeper. He chuckled against her. That same coiling feeling was getting stronger. "You don't have to—Oh! OH!" Her screams were getting louder, she realized, but she couldn't really be blamed. His tongue was now inside her, doing the most incredible things, and he'd just grabbed her ass, kneading it even as he used his position to keep her in place.
And then, she couldn't hold back her screams any more as he sank two fingers inside her. She threw her head back even as he continued to lick—and oh heaven, was he sucking on her?—thrusting them deeper and deeper. She shrieked as her body bucked and finally surrendered against his onslaught. Marinette felt, rather than heard, Chat moan in satisfaction as she came around him. She covered her eyes with her hands and sobbed in bliss. But her breath came out in a shudder when he started licking her again.
"Please, please, no more," she whimpered, letting her hands fall back against the sheets. "I'm begging you, Chat. Mercy." He chuckled and finally removed his mouth and fingers, wiping himself clean as she relaxed, breathing deeply.
"Your wish is my command, princess," he said, climbing back up her body to lay down beside her. "But I should warn you," he added, propping himself up on an elbow and brushing back her hair, "you've only got a temporary reprieve. Those cries of yours have already partially revived me." She groaned and glanced down to see that, sure enough, his cock was already half erect. Her face flamed as he snickered at her.
"I'm not going to sleep any time soon, am I?" Marinette asked, laughing breathlessly, running her fingers down his arms.
Chat shook his head as he curled up against her side, throwing one leg over her possessively. "Five years, my lady," he said solemnly. "Five years of chasing you in that God-damned, skin-tight suit, wanting—wishing you'd let me push you up against a rooftop somewhere, anywhere…."
She laughed, blushing a bit at the thought. "Not a chance, kitty. That'd be very unprofessional," she said, mock-scolding him and tweaking his nose. "Not to mention, you weren't much better, dressed up in tight black leather, playing with that damn bell-zipper when you thought nobody was looking!"
"Oh, you saw that!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "I thought you had, the way you were blushing later!"
"The cameras caught it too, you exhibitionist," she growled, shaking her finger at him. He nipped at it playfully.
"Nobody saw anything," he grinned impishly. "I know how to work around camera angles." He gave her a wink as he started to put his hair back up in a ponytail. God, it was so disconcerting to see Chat's mannerisms on Adrien's face….
She groaned and covered her face as that thought was quickly followed by another.
"Chat, I have a confession to make," she said slowly, peeking through her fingers. Yup, he definitely looked like Adrien again. Oh, Hellfire….
"Oooookay…. Am I gonna like this confession?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and sounding a bit worried.
"I honestly don't know," she laughed. She bit her lip uncertainly and glanced at him, unable to stop the wry smile on her face as the reality of their situation came crashing down on her.
"Yikes," he said, biting his own lip. "Now I'm really worried. Well, never let it be said that Chat Noir is a scaredy cat. Lay it on me, my lady." He said, looking like he was bracing himself for the worst.
She giggled a bit. "Umm… well… you see…," she drawled, drawing it out.
"You're killing me, Mari."
"There's another reason why I didn't want Ladybug to fall in love with Chat Noir," she said quickly, before she could stop herself. Chat raised an eyebrow and cocked his head at her curiously. She had his attention now. Marinette squeezed her eyes shut.
"And it's because her civilian-self… had a major crush on a certain blond model who sat in front of her in class," she admitted, peeking an eye open to see his reaction. He froze. "She was totally convinced she was in love. But she was never able to tell him how she felt. Otherwise, she might've been willing to give Chat Noir a chance." He stared at her for a moment, his jaw slowly dropping as he processed this new information.
He opened his mouth a couple of times to speak, but no sound came out. Finally, like her, he had to close his eyes to get the words out.
"Are—are you telling me… I've been cockblocking myself for the past five years?" he asked incredulously.
"Surprise," she said weakly.
He swore, burying his face in her neck.
"I am so sorry," Marinette said, her hands coming up to stroke his hair. "I should've confessed to you years ago—"
"That wouldn't have worked either, princess!" he laughed against her neck. "Adrien would've turned you down if you'd asked him out. He was in love with Ladybug!"
"We were screwed either way, huh?"
"Mmm," Chat agreed. He propped himself back up on one elbow, looking at her with fondness in his eyes. "And to think, back then I thought my father isolating me again was maybe a good thing, because I found myself thinking about a certain shy classmate more and more instead of daydreaming about Ladybug like I should've been," he murmured, running his hands through her hair again. Marinette stared at him, feeling her face heat up.
"Really?"
"Really," he assured her. "You are way too cute for your own good, princess. I was about ready to take you up on your offer earlier, even before you revealed yourself to me." She licked her lips, feeling her mouth go dry again. So, she hadn't been imagining things.
"And now?" she asked.
"Now?" he repeated. "I was serious earlier. If you've got another boyfriend, I suggest you call him up and tell him you have to let him go. After that declaration of love earlier, you're not getting rid of me, ever. Not even with all the Lucky Charms in the world."
Marinette laughed. "A Lucky Charm wouldn't work at keeping you away," she said, stroking his hair again. "Not when I want to keep you forever."
"Fur-ever and always," he purred, nuzzling her cheek.
She huffed. "I'm stuck with the puns, aren't I?"
"We're a packaged deal," he said, nodding. "Besides, you love my wit. Don't deny it."
"I love all of you," she said, tweaking his nose. "But in the battle of wits, my knight, I'm afraid you're only half-armed."
"Ooo," he laughed, miming a blow, "I walked right into that one."
They laughed together, cuddling closer, and Adrien even pulled up one of her blankets to cover themselves in. Then he sighed and looked at his ring again before meeting her eyes.
"Only one thing left to do," he said softly. He looked around her room and sucked in his breath.
"All right, Plagg," he called loudly. "Gross-human-mating-ritual is over. Come out and tell us how this is going to work!"
End Chapter 3.
A/N: (runs away as she throws gratuitous smut at you sinners) Yes, I know Chat said he was up for Round 2, but he got distracted by shiny objects! Don't blame me! Unless it's grammar errors, and then yes, blame me. More is coming soon—wait, sorry! More is CUMMING soon! Sorry if I'm not ON TOP of my pun game.
All criticism, comments, questions, and misc. screaming is loved!
