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Finding Marinette.
It was the only thing on Chat Noir's mind as he vaulted himself restlessly from rooftop to rooftop, scanning the streets below as he searched for his best friend.
The way her expression had crumbled when his father had yelled at her had broken his heart. She had looked every bit like a mouse facing a hungry cat, with no way to escape. And when she had fled the room, pretexting some sudden illness, it had taken all of Adrien's willpower not to follow her on the spot.
So as soon as Gabriel had left the room, a smug, satisfied smile on his forsaken lips, Adrien had stammered whatever excuse had first come to mind and had chased her. She had been nowhere to be found in the building, so he settled on searching for her into the streets surrounding Agreste. If he still came empty-handed, he resolved, he would check her apartment, and then the bakery.
A flawless plan.
Except that said plan didn't involve not finding Marinette at either of those locations, and stumbling upon a clearly upset Ladybug on the highest beam of the Eiffel tower, crying her heart out.
Welp.
Marinette was obviously really good at this impromptu game of hide and seek, and his partner also very obviously needed comfort. So he switched trajectory, landing on the beam beside his superheroic counterpart, and pulled her into a hug. "What's wrong, bug?"
It felt like he had broken a dam.
Tears fell on his shoulder, unbidden, as she told him everything.
About how work was completely hectic as of lately, how she felt inadequate for the position she was occupying and how she had to cope with unrealistic deadlines and not nearly enough resources to meet them.
About how she constantly got yelled at for disappearing at the most inconvenient times because of akumas.
About how her boss very obviously hated her, and was only one mistake away from firing her sorry ass.
He held her as she cried her heart out, gently stroking her back and whispering soft words of endearments in between her confessions, like tender punctuation to her sorrows. They stayed like that for a while, him cradling her in his arms as she clung to his shoulders for dear life.
Out of nowhere, she stiffened in his hold and broke away from him. "Thank you, Chat," she said breathily. "Thanks for always being there for me, for being the best of partners I could wish for, for always having my back."
Chat Noir wanted to answer her that he'd always be there for her, no matter what.
He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him.
He wanted to reply that she, too, was an awesome partner and that he considered her his very own lucky charm.
All smooth words of comfort he would've said to her.
If, before his mind had managed to process what was happening, her lips hadn't smashed on his.
Her kiss was hungry, demanding. Startled at first, Chat Noir was quick to give in to her embrace, wrapping his arms around her lithe body and pulling her close to his chest. The fleeting thought that his fifteen-year-old self's fantasies were nothing compared to reality went through his dazed mind, but her fingers tugging at his hair brought him back to the unbelievable reality.
When Ladybug had moaned into their kiss, Chat Noir knew that he was lost. He deepened the kiss, his lips dancing with hers in a passionate dance. He was thirsty for her, thirsty for the breathy sounds she made against his mouth. When her tongue came forward, gliding along the seam of his lips, he gave it entrance without any form of resistance.
He raked his fingers through her ponytail, his claws breaking the hairband. Her hair fell loose on her shoulders, framing her face in a way that caught his breath away. "The bakery girl," she panted in between kisses, and the words barely even registered in Chat Noir's dazed mind.
"What are you saying, my lady?"
"The bakery on Rue Gottlieb," she said again as his lips wandered to the hollow of her throat over the suit. "I know that girl upstairs moved out a few years ago and nobody is using her old room. Do you- ah!"
He nipped at her earlobe, trying to make sense out of what she was saying. He was painfully aroused by the way she was pressing her body against his, the way she was clinging to his shoulders as if her life depended on it. "Do… do you want to move this elsewhere?"
She giggled, a sinful sound if there were one, and she pulled him into another searing kiss. "I… I don't t-think it would be a good idea for us to be caught," she hesitated, "...making out."
"R-right," Chat Noir replied weakly, knees going weak at the unspoken suggestion and the onslaught of hot, passionate kisses. Her hand had left his shoulders, one raking along his body feverishly and the other holding him up to her.
It probably wasn't as good an idea as it sounded right then, but he again caved in to the desire that was consuming him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and reached for his staff, vaulting them both into the sky.
Just as Ladybug had predicted, Marinette's old skylight had been left unlocked, and there was nobody in the room. A very thin layer of dust on the furniture suggested that nobody came there very often. They both slipped through the skylight and onto Marinette's old bed, and if Chat Noir felt a slight twinge of guilt at the idea of being with Ladybug in his best friend's bed, it was long forgotten when his lady latched her lips onto his again.
"Detransform first," she said, her voice hoarse with want.
Startled, he stared at her for a second. Had he heard her right?
"It's pitch black in here," she explained, "I can't see a thing. You can see in the dark though."
"Claws in," he breathed, dipping his head in the crook of her neck to plant an open-mouthed kiss on her collarbone. He didn't have to look to know she had closed her eyes.
Plagg didn't even have time to whine about his predicament before Ladybug whispered "Spots off," against Adrien's lips. There was a bright flash of pink, and the tight spandex under his fingers was replaced with soft cotton.
His bare hand slipped under her shirt, thirsty for skin to skin contact. "I have never even kissed anyone before…" he began, hoping she wouldn't mind his inexperience. Her skin felt incredible under his fingers, a softness he had only dreamed of before.
"Me neither," she sighed contentedly into the kiss, and Adrien dragged his nails lightly across her sides. Her lips suddenly abandoned his, but before he could mourn the loss she was kissing along his jawline and pushing his shirt off his shoulders (when had she even unbuttoned it?). Her hot kisses went on their way, nipping and certainly leaving a trail of love bites along the side of his neck.
His makeup artist would have his head tomorrow.
But right then, he couldn't care less. Ladybug was pressing open-mouthed kisses on his bare chest, Ladybug was marking her territory on him.
And it was incredibly arousing.
Laying side by side with her on a bed was doing nothing to douse the desire in his gut either. He tugged tentatively on the hem of her shirt and she allowed him to pull it over her head. He tossed it to the side, not caring where it landed. Years of working in fashion had its perks, one of them being that Adrien was able to make quick work of her bra, removing it by touch alone before quickly discarding it as well. He dived right back in learning the forms of her throat, her shoulders, her collarbones through kisses.
How he wished he could see her, sprawled out on the bed beneath him, naked from the waist up, panting heavily and wanting.
But that wasn't an option right now, so he relied on his other senses instead. His hand cupped one of her breasts, revelling at their softness. His tongue found the other one, gently playing with the hardened bud.
"Ch-Chat!" she moaned, her fingers gripping strands of his hair. He took it as encouragement, and resumed his ministrations, playing lovingly with her breasts, paying close attention to her reactions. He wanted to tear those delightful sounds from her again, wanted to please her.
His lips regretfully left the sensitive bud, and Adrien ever so slowly pressed a trail of kisses down her abdomen, going back and forth between kitten licks and little nips. She gasped when his teeth gently nipped at her hip bone and moaned loudly when he kissed just below her navel.
He grabbed the edges of her pants, waiting for a sign that she wanted him to stop. What that going too far?
No such sign came, so Adrien slid her pants and panties down her smooth legs. She kicked whatever shoes she had on off, and reached up to fumble with his belt buckle. Chuckling under his breath, Adrien helped her undo it and push his jeans off his legs.
It felt surreal.
He was kneeling between Ladybug's legs, in only his boxers, and despite being unable to see her, he knew that she was completely naked before him, completely offered for his pleasure. He wanted her so much that it hurt him, that it was driving him crazy.
And he was going to make sure he was worthy of that gift.
He reached up to her face, stroking her hair before, taking her lips into another passionate kiss, and softly whispered, "Can… Do you want me to touch you?"
"God. YES, Chat!" she cried out, grabbing his hand and placing it between her legs.
Well. Message received.
He let his fingers wander at the junction of her legs, tentatively stroking between her folds and intently listening to her reactions. His fingers slid into her heated sex, spreading the moisture around and searching for the spot that would make her see stars. A gasp rewarded his boldness, and then a mewl when his finger stumbled across her sensitive nub. He repeated the motion that seemed to provoke such delicious reaction from her, and was rewarded by a sound half-moan, half-pleading sigh. He chuckled between her legs as her fingers tightly wound up in his hair, clutching almost painfully.
"Chat! M-more! P-please!" she gasped in between soft mewls and gasps, and Adrien took it as his cue to push one finger inside her. She stiffened at the foreign touch, and he waited for her to relax under his touch before starting to pump experimentally in and out of her sex. She gasped, her fingers still buried in his wild mane.
Peppering light kisses on her inner thighs, he slowly added a second finger, again waiting for her to relax before moving them. This time she outright moaned, panting softly under him.
When she spoke again, her voice hoarse and breathy, Adrien could hardly believe his ears. "I want you, C-Chat. I want to f-feel you."
He abandoned his work in between her legs and raised up to press a kiss to her lips, whispering softly, "You're sure about this? You want me… us, to… "
"Never have been more certain of anything," she replied, pulling him into a deep, searing kiss.
Adrien shimmied out of his boxer briefs and guided himself to her entrance. "This is okay?", he asked once again, if only to calm his jittery nerves.
"Yes," came the breathy answer in the darkness of the room.
He pushed his hips forward, slowly entering her and waiting for any sound indicating discomfort. She did gasp slightly and seemingly held her breath, but that was all. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he peppered kisses all over her face, waiting for her to adjust to the odd and unfamiliar sensation.
"Are… are you okay?" he asked after a few minutes, her silence worrying him further with every passing minute.
She searched for his lips in the dark, kissing him lightly. "It stung a bit at first, but I think I'll be fine now. Maybe… maybe if you move?"
He nodded against her forehead, and slowly pulled his hips back. He tried to ignore how good she felt around him, how tight she was around his throbbing erection, focusing solely on pleasuring her. He eased back in again, and relief washed over him when he heard a breathy moan fall from her lips.
He repeated the motion, trying to find a touch that prompted that sound from her again. As he felt her move with him, his hands roamed her entire body, trying to map every inch of her skin.
He couldn't see her, but he could feel her.
After a while, she moaned loudly "C-Chat, f-faster please!", and it came as mercy to Adrien, as he didn't know how much longer he could hold it in. He happily complied, increasing his pace as he felt her nails digging into the tender skin of his back. Words of endearment fell out of her lips, unbidden, as he thrust back and forth into her.
At long last, unable to keep his orgasm at bay much longer, Adrien sneaked a hand in between their intertwined bodies and found that little bundle of nerves that had torn the most beautiful sounds from her earlier. "Come for me, my lady, please" he whispered into her ear.
She gasped loudly and arched her back against him, a powerful tremor coursing through her entire body.
It was more than Adrien could take. His orgasm washed over him like a tidal wave as he released himself inside her. Spent and lost into bliss, Adrien let himself fall on the bed beside her and gathered her into his arms, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
"Are… are you okay?" he asked, his heart caught in his throat.
She sighed in his arms, nuzzling further into his arms. "More than okay. This was amazing."
Seconds later, they were both fast asleep.