Author's Note: I hope you're wearing sunscreen cos this gets pretty hot.

Adrien had such grandiose plans and noble intentions for his visit to Marinette's place that evening.

He was going to tell who he was.

He was going to introduce her to Plagg.

He was going to beg for her forgiveness and understanding for withholding his secret identity.

But then he landed upon her balcony, and those thoughts went poof as he was attacked in a way that he heartily consented to. Marinette, in an oversized black shirt, had foregone shorts this time entirely. Her hair was still in pigtails, and he saw only a glimpse of red underneath her shirt as she raced towards him, jump-tackled him, and greeted him with an open mouthed kiss.

By instinct alone, he held her up as her legs clamped behind him. And with that same base instinct, he reciprocated the kiss.

Dream Marinette (he refused to admit it was Ladybug) had nothing on real Marinette.

He moaned.

Tightening his grip on her ass, he walked until he had her pressed against the brick wall. Marinette used the support of the wall to increase the friction between them. She pressed into him and a groan escaped him as he felt himself harden in her presence. Taking that as a cue, Marinette pulled back from him, only long enough to pull the bell on his collar down, unzipping his cat suit to his chest. The bell jingled on the way down, his bare chest open to the night sky and his suit flapping open eagerly unconstrained by the zipper.

Adrien hoisted her up, her legs straggling him, and beckoned her lips back to his. Marinette pressed her body against his, and he almost growled as she grinded herself against him, the centre of their bodies drawing together like magnets.

It was in this half-unzipped state– in the middle of wishing his superhero powers included vanishing stupid unnecessary clothing– that he suddenly remembered why he had come here tonight.

"Marinette, wait." He broke away from her with a strangled grasp. She panted back at him, her eyes dark in the moonlight. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip and he gulped as he continued, "I met with Ladybug. I have something to tell you."

But then he was cut off– her lips so soft, so warm on his bare neck, making it hard to continue. She made no sign of stopping.

"Ma-Marinette," he tried again.

This time she did stop. Her mouth did at least. With her body, she ground into him and the urgency with which he wanted to whip out his dick to properly meet her was difficult to subdue.

"I've missed you." Her voice came out breathless. "I've been thinking a lot about what you did to me last visit."

He gulped. His mind flashing back to her opening up for him.

Him tasting her.

Her climaxing on his tongue.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she asked, her breath hot and close against his sensitive ears.

"Yes." It was a struggle to voice.

She wriggled in the most pointed way.

"No," he moaned, his resolve crumpling in an instant. Superhero powers or not, he was only human. "You are my best friend, Marinette. You deserve–"

She interrupted his attempt at talking again with a well-angled thrust. Was it possible to fuck through layers of clothing? He was about to find out.

"I don't want you like a best friend," she breathed; then, holding herself to him with merely her legs, she threw off her shirt and discarded it behind her.

What was left was the hottest thing his humble eyes had ever had the pleasure of beholding.

She was utterly bare to the night sky.

Utterly bare.

Save for a red polkadot scrap of underwear.

He groaned. Heaven help him.

His eyes drank in the sight of her bare body and never had he been more grateful that he could see in the dark.

He thought he was familiar with Marinette's body. How it felt, how it looked, how it fit under a variety of nightclothes. But he'd never seen her like this.

Marinette's dark hair contrasted against her pale skin, the tips of her pigtails scattered across her freckled shoulders. Her body was more athletic than he had realised - taut muscle shifting as her legs surrounded him. Her hand reached up to stroke his face, and as her arm moved, emphasising the curve of her bare breasts, he gave a sharp intake of breath, relishing in how perfect a human body could be in its totality.

His gaze traversed the whole of her. She may be an artist, but she was also art herself. He wished he could put into words how extraordinary she was.

"You're beautiful," is what he ended up saying. Very inadequately.

She smiled. "I'm glad it's dark. There's less room for me to be self-conscious."

His eyes crinkled beneath his mask. "I can see in the dark," he reminded her. "So it is with a highly-informed opinion that I can declare that you are perfect."

"Perfection doesn't exist."

"Well then aren't you a walking miracle."

Marinette snickered at that. Gesturing to herself, and repeating words from his last eventful, precious, amazing, incredible visit, she said, "I'm yours."

He pressed a kiss to her chest and her body arched in response. Hoisting her up, his mouth encircled one of her exposed nipples. He did not know what possessed him to do that. Only that Marinette was bare, and her nipple looked inviting.

When she let out a whimper and clutched at him tighter, he knew he had her under his thrall.

He experimented with a tongue flick against her hard nub.

Her whimper escalated.

And to ensure he was not showing any favouritism to his newfound favourite part of her, Adrien swivelled his head around to drag his tongue against her other nipple.

Marinette outright gasped and he smiled to himself, immensely pleased at his discovery of a new way to pleasure her.

Drawing back to survey his handiwork, Marinette's eyes were heavy with want. Something he was sure echoed his own expression.

Then he noticed goosebumps on her flesh and he pulled her to him to keep her warm. "You're cold!"

"Am I?" she wondered aloud, then glanced down at her nipples, pointedly alert between them. "Or am I just turned on?"

Laughing, he stepped away from the wall, Marinette still hooked around him in the most delectable of ways. Taking advantage of his transformed state, he leaped into her bedroom in a single jump, bending his knees to brace for the impact and protect the precious cargo attached to him.

"Where to, O Captain, My Captain?"

"Would it be presumptuous of me to request the bed?" Her smile turned a little shy.

"So long as it wouldn't be presumptuous of me to take you there."

He walked towards the lofted bed and instead of taking the stairs, he couldn't resist another little demonstration of his athletic prowess, jumping from the floor to the bed in a single leap.

She laughed at him. "There's my show-off kitty."

"What good are muscles if I'm not going to use them?"

He lay her down gently on her bed and threw Mr Tiger - her second-rate, striped, long cat pillow - off the railing to make more room for himself. He'd said it once before and he'd say it again: there was only room for one cat in his princess's life.

A light blush dusted his girlfriend's cheeks, visible only because he could see so well in the dark. She was still naked save for the scrap of underwear.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." He rolled back onto his haunches at the foot of the bed. "I am completely content appreciating the view." Resting his head in his hands, he leaned forward to lie down and carefully avoided Marinette's bare limbs to emphasise his point. "I can be a no-touch cat."

Her lips curved into a smile. "Where did this gentleman come from?" She stretched out her legs before him, arching her back a little, drawing his attention to the peaks that his ministrations had just given so much pleasure to.

"Am I not normally a gentleman, my princess?"

She glanced pointedly at her breasts. "What if I don't want it so gentle?"

At this, she drew herself up to her knees, and peeled her scrap of underwear down her body. Her eyes locked on him the whole time as his own were mesmerised by what the underwear revealed.

She threw her panty off the railing into the abyss of her bedroom.

He could only gulp in response.

Now she was on all fours, and crawling towards him. He sat up and pressed his back against the wall.

If there was any doubt at all as to who wore the pants in the relationship, it was there no longer. And yes, he saw the irony in thinking that about his currently pantless (goddess of a) girlfriend.

She straddled him, placing herself right above his cock, which unfortunately for him was still constrained by the supersuit.

"The skin discrepancy is incredibly unfair," said Marinette, tracing a finger down his chest. She tugged at the sleeves of his super suit, pulling them off his shoulders. "You have really nice shoulders. You shouldn't keep them hidden."

"You have really nice everything. I'm glad you're not keeping it hidden."

She laughed. His suit fell to his waist, revealing his biceps. "I like these too." She squeezed his arms, so he flexed against her. "Tell me, does Chat Noir work out?"

"A bit of swordplay to keep my wordplay sharp," he admitted, grinning. "I also travel by baton, of course, which is quite the workout."

Then she worked on the other end of his suit. The zipper wouldn't pull any lower, but Marinette already knew she could push the leather aside and take him out. She did so and they were met with the visible proof of the effect she had on him.

It was large.

And very, very happy to see her.

She sighed happily and bobbed down to take it in her mouth.

He involuntarily thrust up to meet her.

Calm down, Adrien. He tried to tell himself. Let's not get too excited. She can't just–

And then he stopped talking to himself completely.

Because she'd just taken him in completely.

He groaned in ecstasy, sinking down the wall.

She paused only to whisper– "It's payback time"– and then she proceeded to suck him.

Fingers clawing at her sheets, he snatched them back because he wanted to hold her.

His bare fingers intertwined with her dark hair, a contrast in colour, when he heard the muttering of a shrill voice he lived with.

A voice not heard in Marinette's presence before.

With growing alarm, he realised his hands had slipped out of the suit, along with… his ring.

Marinette must have noticed his distraction, because she paused from deep throating him to look up.

"Adrien?" Her voice was a whisper.

Shit.

She kissed his throbbing member.

"Um, hi, Marinette," Adrien croaked. It is me, your unassuming classmate, who has definitely been imagining fucking you for the last however many months.

Her mouth closed in around him once more. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Adrien stared at his erection. His suit had disappeared, so his bare legs were tangled underneath her body. "That's… probably not the word I would use, no."

She took him in deeper.

And his whole pelvis shifted in response to meet her. God. She knew who he was. And she wasn't stopping in the slightest.

When she paused for breath, she asked him a question. "How about now?"

He could literally feel his cock twitching. "No."

"Now?"

How in the hell was she so good at this? "No."

Her eyes did not leave his for a second as she took him in once more, and then, as another involuntary thrust pulsed through him, her eyes shut in pure bliss.

He let his eyes shut too.

Secret identity?

Wasn't important to Marinette, apparently.

Her mouth left him, only for her to reach behind her for her pillowcase and withdraw a foil wrapper.

She would be prepared.

Without any assistance at all, she unwrapped the plastic around the length of his member.

"Just like the banana," he heard her mutter quietly.

Then, protection assured, she shifted to place herself against his cock. She circled around him and he felt himself harden with anticipation. They were doing this. Suit off. Skin to skin. Marinette was ready. And so was he.

"Wait!" she called out.

Instantly, he stilled.

His fully shielded cock was poking through her entrance.

One thrust would bring him into her.

The hymen barrier he knew was fake.

But one thrust would tilt them both out of the land of virginity.

And into the land of sexual experience.

She was so wet.

His cock throbbed in response.

And yet he paused, not daring to move a muscle. If she wanted to re-think this, he would not pressure her. He could never.

Without moving an inch herself, Marinette whispered. "I have something to tell you too."

Before he could ask her whether she wanted to stop, she was speaking again.

"Tikki," he heard her enunciate, "spots o–"

"Wait!"

Too bad so much of his blood had been redirected, because his head was spinning.

Tikki? Meaning Ladybug?

Meaning he was fucking Ladybug. He was fucking Marinette. They were one and the same. Oh God, his dream earlier.

"Don't bring Tikki into this." One thing he knew for certain: he did not want Marinette to put on a supersuit while he was in her, his cock literally dipping into her entrance.

"But I'm Ladybug." Marinette pouted, gesturing at her earrings, which glowed polkadot for a second, probably ignited by her calling out the transformation phrase, before returning to their black blank state.

Adrien thought it best not to say anything. His mind chose right then to remember the part of his dream where Ladybug's gloved fingers squeezed him. And in front of him, before his very eyes, his cock was literally on the verge of penetrating Marinette/Ladybug entirely.

Though his mouth was silent, his body, the betrayer, had other ideas on what to communicate.

"Did you just grow bigger?!" Marinette shrieked. "Did you just get turned on because you found out I was Ladybug?"

"No." A bigger lie had never been told. His cock flexed in agreement.

Her hands splayed across his bare chest.

Immediately, he gave in. "Yes."

"I thought you were over me, Chat!" she exclaimed.

"I thought so too," he muttered darkly.

"Adrien." She bent over laughing. And his cock didn't get the memo that now was the time to be embarrassed, because it twinged when she said his name.

But maybe Marinette didn't get the embarrassment memo either, because her laughter soon died down to a lingering smile, and she continued where they had left off, moving up and down, his shaft climbing into her centimetre by delicious centimetre.

She let out a gasp as she sank deeper still.

"You're so–" she gasped– "big."

He felt like he'd never been harder in his life. And her insides felt made for him. "Does it hurt, princess?" He forced himself to still, all concern for her. He had read about this and how the first time might hurt, so was determined to make this as easy for her as possible. "Go as slow as you want. I won't move."

He was also determined not to come immediately, even as the walls of her folds made him gasp in pleasure. He willed himself to be even more still. Having her bear down on him was a recommended way for the first time, so she could be in absolute control. And knowing that she was Ladybug as well as Marinette, he knew without a doubt that she liked being in absolute control.

She slid down his shaft, meeting him at the hilt.

She tightened around his cock and he had to once again resist the urge to move. To thrust. To completely lose himself in her.

Patience.

Marinette came first.

In every possible way.

And then, something must have clicked for her, because she suddenly looked up at him, a grin spilling across her rosy red face.

"You're in me," she announced.

Then she did something oh so dangerous. She squeezed herself around him. A moan dragged out of him. God, not only was she tight, but she was strong. She moved up and down, and he felt himself let go entirely. His pelvis rose up to meet her, their bodies finally meeting like magnets.

A moan escaped her, blending with the sound of their bodies joining in pure bliss.

Their synchronous breaths accelerated as he thrust up to meet her every movement.

She was relentless.

Fearless.

Flawless.

"Marinette, wait a sec." Groaning, he spat out, "You're too much."

Even breathless, she paused to grin, taking that as a compliment. She slowly lifted herself from him, until only the tip of him remained in. She moved around slowly, apparently completely incomprehensible to the concept of waiting.

"Is my kitty getting a little too close?"

He should've taken care of himself instead of showering before coming here. "M'lady isn't ready for what comes next. This is my first time, so I did some research."

"I fell in love with an utter nerd. I knew it."

"Clitoral stimulation is necessary for most women to reach orgasm so…" His thumb edged its way to the apex of her labia, and she slowly bore down on him, until once again he was fully sheathed in her. "I know you're exceptional." He winked at her. "But let's play the odds."

Pushing his thumb against her, he adjusted angles with her increasing breathiness as feedback. And when he found a spot that seemed to make her melt, he traced it in a slow circle. All the while she rode him, and his cock twitched with pleasure.

"Adrien!" she gasped his name.

His real name.

With his real dick pulsing inside her.

"Adrien… Adrien!"

Her breathing accelerated into a frenzy until she stilled completely, locked in place, a gasp catching in her throat. His fingers met her tempo and she exploded, her folds squeezing his cock as she came.

Squeezing him hard.

Which sent him over the edge completely.

She collapsed into him, and as bare skin touched bare skin, he thought that life could not get more perfect.

A beat later confirmed that nobody else in the house was stirring. If Tom Dupain went all Weredad at Chat Noir hugging Marinette, Adrien shuddered at what Weredad would evolve into if he caught them in flagrante.

"Adrien?" The plaintive way he said her name, a complete contrast from the passionate cries he elicited from her only minutes ago, melted him absolutely.

"Yes, my lovebug?"

She rolled her body off of him only to nestle into him. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his bare chest.

"You were right." She grinned. "You are handsome behind the mask. I'd even go so far as to say sexy."

"Teen Vogue magazine wouldn't be wrong two years in a row." He grinned back, unrepentant.

"There's the smug cat I know."

But he couldn't help but ask. "You're not surprised by my secret identity?"

"Actually"— now she was the smug one— "I had already figured it out."

"How?" He was incredulous. But maybe he shouldn't have been. Ladybug and Marinette were the smartest people he knew and it figured that the one person behind both of them would have pieced it together.

She flicked at his nose and he was surprised by how natural the notion felt. "You flirted with me at school, dummy."

Well then, if that was true, he didn't even notice. Wow.

Her hand returned to tracing patterns onto his bare skin as she reversed the question onto him. "Were you surprised by my secret identity?"

He caught her hand in his, bringing the back of it up to his lips for a kiss. "I guess I was. I didn't suspect at all," he freely admitted. "I swore I was over Ladybug. But when you told me, it's like something fell into place, like a part of me always knew."

She laughed. "That sounds like a cop out if I ever heard it."

"If true love is a cop out, then you'll have to place me under house agreste. Because I'm guilty as charged."

She chose to ignore the pun.

Which was tragic.

Because he'd waited so long to be able to pun his last name around her.

"True love, huh?"

"True Love with capitals," was his solemn reply.

"You're such a dork." This was said with a smile and he took it as the compliment that it was.

"And a nerd," he added.

"And a superhero," she marvelled.

"And thus a perfect fit," he concluded. "For you."

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the heat. I'm sorry it took so long to deliver. It was tricky wrestling the heavy emotions of a reveal with spicy time. Luckily for us all, Captain_Meowvel came to the rescue as my beta and recommended I abandon the serious tone in favour of fun. Let me know if it worked and if you enjoyed it!

Also if you're wondering where Plagg and Tikki were during that ahem impressive scene above, they went back to the miraculous box because that at least is soundproof in my head canon.