Chapter 2

It took a few very...difficult...days for Adrien to get the chance to put his plan into motion. There had been moments here and there but nothing that had felt quite right; and, just when he thought his treacherous brain might have been on his side, it had another brilliant idea. It wasn't going to be enough to torture her mentally with the possibility her dear friend Adrien might just be her scoundrel of a partner, no, they were going to torture her physically, too. She was going to squirm the way he did knowing that Ladybug was sitting right behind him, that the superheroine bit his flesh as she came to keep from calling out his name, that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was excellent in a way that only he would ever know. Fuck, he thought as he felt his underwear tighten.

He had just begun to change for PE, pulling up his shorts as the idea flitted across the back of his mind. He adjusted the waistband so it held him secure then pulled a sleeveless weightlifting shirt over his head. Once he figured out he could meet his PE requirements and get more sleep at the same time by not having to work out more at home at the asscrack of dawn, he had immediately signed up for weightlifting class. Briefly, he wondered if that's why Marinette was also in the class. Was she trying to enhance the superhero side of herself by making sure she was fit? It didn't matter why, really,and now that he knew her identity, though, now that he knew what she looked like in all of her naked glory, he was thankful she was...yet rather remorseful at the moment. It wasn't making his situation any easier

Adrien made his way to the weight pile with a model's confidence he most certainly didn't feel. Other models understood the occasional boner that had nothing to do with sexual attraction and had everything to do with hormones. The problem was that his classmates weren't models, his boner had everything to do with seuxal attraction, and it also had nothing to do with hormones. He just wanted to fuck her. It also had to do with the fact that he wanted to take her then and there, to hell with the consequences.

It didn't mean he didn't love her. In fact, the only reason he wanted to fuck her was because of how much he loved her. He had already loved Ladybug more than he ever thought possible, but then, then, he had figured out it was Marintte, and that simple fact had only amplified everything by infinity, something he had never even dreamed was possible. He thought his dreams had come true when she had offered her proposition, however rational it may have been, but the revelation had absolutely blown his mind. It was hard to contain himself…in more ways than one.

Marinette was amazing, their everyday Ladybug just like he had said all those years ago. The only thing that had ever stopped him from pursuing her was that tiny detail that she was not in fact Ladybug. Kagami had merely been a distraction, something it had taken him far too long to admit to himself. She was brilliant, she understood his life better than anyone else could, but she didn't quite fit. She had been right to dump him and he still regretted that he had hurt her, but it had made them better friends in the long run. She just wasn't Ladybug...Marinette...and there was nothing to be done about it.

He had considered telling her straight away that he knew, of course, bursting with joy and excitement, but every time he tried he panicked. It didn't help that his body had its own way of reacting to the news, and it reminded him every spare second of every day, especially at the most inconvenient of times...like when he saw her just outside the weight pile stretching. For whatever the reason, he decided it was a good idea to join her. Treacherous brain indeed.

"Hey, Marinette," he said smoothly, overcoming his brain's desire to stand behind her as she stretched. That would not help his situation at all, especially with his imagination running rampant as it was, seeing his lady bent over before him in all of her naked glory as he kneeled behind her to get a taste. Oh god...Clearing his throat, Adrien sure hoped the elastic in his waistband was high quality. What he didn't notice, though, too distracted as he was with the thought of how she tasted, was that his brain had still won; he was standing facing her instead with an almost perfect vantage point to evaluate just how tight her shirt was.

"Hi, Adrien." He could see the blush rising in her cheeks as a shy smile overtook her face...he momentarily forgot about his daydreams and basked in her natural beauty instead...but then, his treacherous brain notified him that he could also see straight down her shirt when she leaned forward to stretch her legs. He mimicked her stretch and found he had an even better view. He had to consciously tell himself to not look yet again...and again...and aga - STOP IT ADRIEN. He almost stood and walked out at that very instant, too overcome with pure horniness to function like a normal human being.

"What are you working on today?" The question was casual but even so, his brain played the sound of her grunting as she struggled with a squat then the image of sweat trickling down between her breasts then another sound of her panting as she caught her breath after a particularly heavy set. Maybe leaving class wasn't such a bad idea after all. He could feign a last minute photoshoot or a stomach ache, anything to be left alone for a little while to cool down…left alone with his thoughts, the ones of her biting her lip or the twin lovebites on her perfect breasts. Oh boy, that better be some top tier elastic in his waistband. Why do I keep doing this to myself? he thought, looking skyward for an answer (as well as to force himself to stop trying to steal a peek down her shirt…again).

"Oh, I, uh, haha, um was running to go! No, going to run! Running, definitely running." But you've already been running through my mind - shut up, Cat! You're going to give me away…

"Better get to it, then. Have fun!" He flashed her his model's smile simply to keep the Cat Noir smirk off his traitorous face and hyper focused on keeping his hand loose as he waved. No two-finger salutes…there was something much better he could do with two fingers, anyway. He couldn't wait to get another chance. When was the next patrol? He almost always let her initiate, as it had been her idea after all, but after he found out it was Marinette, he was finding it rather hard to keep his hands, and mind, off of her (as if that wasn't obvious). What would she do if he initiated for once?

Adrien did not make his own life easy. He kept losing count of his reps because he was too busy thinking of scenarios in which he initiated the sexual encounter all on his own instead of his body betraying him and the sultry goddess happening to notice. She had insisted on no romance and he had agreed, so how would he let her know? Ladybug…Marinette…was always just straightforward about it. When she was in the mood, she made it very clear what she wanted. Would she deny him if he tried the same? How would he do it without being romantic? He wasn't sure he knew how. It definitely bore some thinking, when it wouldn't interfere with his everyday activities like his hardon was right then. He tried to shut the thoughts out of his mind and focus on his routine, but it was futile. I guess I just have to learn to live around my dick at this point, he sighed internally. Would it ever stop? Part of him hoped it didn't…for it to stop would mean she wasn't his anymore, but he could use a break for fuck's sake. Since when did his dick rule his mind? Since Marinette…

It was finally time for his plan; she was nearby enough that maybe she would notice. He placed the bar back in the squat rack rather noisily just in case and hissed in pain as he tore himself away from it.

"Adrien, are you alright?" Her face was furrowed with worry as she jogged close, panting slightly.

Wincing, he said, "Yeah, I think so," as he rubbed the top of his shoulder where the bar had been sitting. "Just pinched myself a little." He pulled back the collar of his shirt to check the state of his freckled flesh and purposefully moved it far enough that the ovular fading bruise, the one her teeth had left as she bit into him, was clearly visible.

"I - I don't see - see anything." Was that her normal nervous stammering or was she catching on? He kept his shirt back for just a beat longer, lightly brushed his fingers over the bruise as he let go of his shirt, and looked up to see her swallow thickly. Adrien bit the inside of his cheek to keep Cat Noir's smirk at bay. Maybe this would actually work.

"Thanks, Marinette," he said breathily, barely above a whisper, as he searched her eyes. For a fleeting second, her brow furrowed, then her face turned a brilliant red as she squealed, arms ramrod straight at her sides.

"Uh, hahahaha, yeah, sorry, I was just backed about your worry! I mean, hahahaha, your - your back, worried about it, of course!" Adrien could almost see the steam coming out of her ears as her system overloaded and he chuckled to himself that maybe, just maybe, she knew a little bit about how he felt knowing the way she moaned when he hit the right spot.

He cocked his head to the side as he day dreamed about kissing her quiet, rubbing down her arms to soothe her, and whispering in her ear that it was alright, she didn't have to be nervous around him because he would love her to the ends of time.

With a grin from ear to ear, he said, "Thanks again, Marinette," and fought the urge to wink at her as he turned back towards the squat rack. His smile grew impossibly wider as he heard her muttering to herself about how she needed to get it together, then BOOM, his mind said, Like I need to get our bodies together... and he walked face first into the side of the rack.

His eyes watered a little and his hand shot to his mouth, his bottom lip warm and wet as it began to bleed. "Ow, ow, ow." He kept his hand still despite the pain and turned to grab his towel off of his water bottle…and crashed right into Marinette before falling on his ass.

"Oh my god, Adrien, I'm so sorry! Here, let me help!" She was reaching for his towel but hesitated, turning to reach out a hand to him, then hesitated again and went back for his towel. It was so hard not to smile. It had taken him far too long to realize she only ever acted like that around him and it had grown on him in the meantime. Her flustered stammering and rambling, the internal panic spilling forth into every word and gesture, the way her face turned as red as her superhero suit, all of it made her who she was: a fearless, stubborn leader who at her very core was still a fallible human being. He knew what it was like trying to always be perfect and he loved her even more knowing that she wasn't. No romance! he thought in Plagg's mocking tone. Too bad, I can't help it, he thought back to himself.

Time resumed its normal cadence and she was handing him his towel. "Are you OK? What happened? Oh my god, I didn't do that, did I? Did I make it worse? I'm not going to get you in trouble, am I? I'm so sorry, Adrien!"

"It's OK, Marinette," he said, smiling against the pressure of the towel. He accepted her hand as she helped pull him to his feet. "It's not your fault I tripped." Yes it is. "I should watch where I'm going." Instead of thinking about fucking your brains out.

"Let me get you some ice." She ran off before he could say anything else, that determined Ladybug look on her face. He was surprised that his lip was still bleeding as the majority of his blood had once again pooled far below. It was going to start chafing soon if he wasn't careful.

There was no patrol that night; Ladybug had postponed it to the following evening, citing some nonsense that he immediately identified as Marinette's inability to invent believable and good excuses. Whatever it was, he was only slightly disappointed. It gave him more time to think of a plan to initiate sex without being romantic. He wasn't entirely sure he knew how. Besides, his lip was still sore and he didn't want to give himself away that easily.

It wasn't just for his own self interest, either. He didn't want her to run in fear, to freeze like a bucket of ice water had been poured on her. He wanted her to ease into the idea that the ever polite perfect model boy was also her incorrigible partner. He would continue to drop hints for as long as it took, never being quite forthright with the information, leading her to the conclusion herself without beating her over the head with it. That was his plan, anway. The following evening, he would wonder why he ever thought it would go as planned.

They sat atop the Eiffel Tower after their patrol, legs dangling over the side. He had been able to keep his mind off of her body for the most part. He had the brilliant teenage idea to exhaust himself before patrol so that his body wouldn't make it obvious he was ready for more, and it had kind of worked…until he transformed. He got an extra burst of energy and all of the extra time in his shower had been for naught. He briefly wondered if he was conditioning himself to cum in the water with as much as he jerked it in there.

"Not many people out tonight," Ladybug observed. This was one of the subtle ways she asked for a quicky. She'd comment how there was no one around, presumably to point out that they wouldn't get caught, then gently suggest they go somewhere private…so they wouldn't get caught. He didn't quite understand her reasoning…at first. Once he discovered it was Marinette, however, he could hear her shyly asking for something she wanted without wanting to seem too forward about it.

"You know you can just ask. I'm never going to say 'no'." He was smirking at her but she refused to make eye contact with him. He leaned in closer as she deliberately forced her gaze out over the city. He noticed that the blush rising from her chest deepend when he said, "I'm always ready for you." Even more so now that I know who you are, m'lady. "Especially now."

Without warning, her lips crashed into his, her hands in his hair, but he yelped and leaned back. "Sorry! Sorry!" she squeaked, scrambling backwards, a horrified look on her face.

"No, no, it's OK. I just…bit my lip the other day. You couldn't have known." He grabbed her hand and pulled him back to her, wrapping one arm around her as he gazed down into her eyes.

"How-how did you do that?"

"What would you say if I told you I walked into a wall because I was thinking about you?" What happened to subtle?

She rolled her eyes. "I'd tell you to stop lying…and that we agreed to no romance, so stop looking at me like that."

"See? You do think I'm romantic even if you won't say it." She shoved at him playfully and his grin reached from ear to ear. "Now, what was it you said last time about my belt?"

"I'm going to shove it in your mouth so you can't say stupid things like you walked into a wall." She crossed her arms but didn't pull away from him.

"OK, OK, you're right, I'm lying."

Ladybug pursed her lips as if to say, "See? Told you I was right."

"It was a rack, not a wall."

"You're a terrible liar."

"So are you," he countered, still grinning. Why Marinette thought anyone bought her ridiculous lies when she had to go transform was beyond him…but they did. Even he had until recently…until he figured out who Ladybug was. There was something there that begged more thought and he filed it away for later. "Except when you're lying beneath me…you're pretty good at that."

"You are so crude!" Her hypocritical indignation made him throw back his head and laugh.

"Says the girl who texts me 'wanna fuck?'!"

"I don't know what you're talking about…" He leaned closer to her, holding her body to his so close that he could feel her breathing change.

"Terrible liar…" he said, his eyes flitting from her eyes to her mouth and back. There was a pregnant pause as he stared, unblinking, into her beautiful blue eyes.

"So…" she said, licking her lips. He raised his eyebrow in question. "Do you?"

"Do I what?" he breathed across her lips. Her breathing changed again and she narrowed her eyes.

"You know exactly what I mean."

He smirked. "I thought you'd never ask."

They had done it in the shadows of the Eiffel Tower once or twice but it was certainly too cold that evening, and when Cat Noir suggested Le Grand Paris, Ladybug readily agreed. They'd sneak into a vacant room from the balcony then leave a "turndown service requested" on the doorknob when they were done, leaving and arriving at separate times for added safety measures.

Without a time crunch, things went much more slowly than the previous time. Ladybug arrived first, but when Cat Noir made his way inside the room, she was in the bathroom with the door closed. Cat Noir removed his suit then his civilian clothes, hiding the latter beneath the bed and draping the former over a chair. He climbed beneath the sheets and laid on his back, hands behind his head. Then he jumped up, grabbed his belt, and laid it on her side before climbing back under the covers.

When Ladybug walked out in all her naked glory, he rolled onto his side to face her and propped himself up on one arm, unabashedly sizing her up while the sheets hugged at his hips. She stopped when she saw the belt, hesitated, then smirked at him. "Cheeky kitty. If you're not careful, I might just do as I threatened." She slowly, seductively climbed onto the bed then across it, grabbing the belt in the process, to settle across his hips, the sheets between them. She snapped the leather, the sound loud and sharp in the giant room.

He narrowed his brilliant green eyes, his grin almost feral. "I dare you." Then, "Wait, wait, wait, not today, my lip still hurts from walking into that rack."

Ladybug almost deflated, shaking her head as she chuckled. "Maybe I should stop letting you see me naked if it makes you walk into things just thinking about it."

He grabbed her hips and gasped, "Never! I'd walk into a thousand racks and still never think it was your fault."

"You know," she said as she leaned forward on his chest, maneuvering her legs beneath the covers, one arm either side of his head, "you really need to come up with a better lie."

"But I'm not lying!" He had to stop himself from saying, I really was thinking about you…Marinette. His traitorous brain had already screwed up his original plan of easing her into it, but he still wasn't going to outright tell her, either. Speaking of easing her into it…he moved his length against her now that she had removed the sheets between them. "Unless you count lying beneath you." His flashy grin grew cheekier when she rolled her eyes but he didn't fail to notice how her nipples dragged across his chest.

"You're insufferable, you know that? That's the second time you've made that joke - "

"So what do you think of my ass?"

"AGAIN?"

"How many times was that?"

"FIVE. NOW BE QUIET BEFORE I USE THE BELT FOR REAL."

"But I want you to…" he pouted, "but my lip is hurt…because rack." Then he pointedly looked at her breasts and before she could protest, he shoved his face between them and shook his head back and forth.

"You are so immature."

"I'm a male teenager, what do you expect?" His voice was muffled but he knew she heard him because he could feel her shaking her head. He pushed himself against her again, placing his hands on either hip to make the motion harder, delighting in the feeling of her wetness slick against him.

"Would you just shut up and fuck me already?"

"So crude!"

"Oh my god, I'm leaving," but she didn't make any motion to actually leave, and when he put his hands on her shoulders to pull the closest nipple into his mouth, she moaned.

"Yes, please," she said breathily, and he sneaked a peak for yet another reassurance; yup, they were there…fading, but still there. What was it with him and marking her? Another thing he could think about later…for now, he was going to focus on making her moan again.

One hand still on her shoulders, pressing her body against his face, he moved both hands up to undo her hair then one to either side of her hips. She took the hint and moved to place him at her entrance, wiggling a little to get it just right, then slowly slid down onto him. It was his turn to moan, the sound muffled by her breast. She moved her hips again as her body made room for his, then she pushed against his chest to sit upright, a slight popping sound as she pulled away from his mouth.

The change in angle made him tilt his head back into the pillow, pushing his hips up against hers. He felt her move her knees farther away, more of her weight settling down on him as she rolled her hips against his. His hands settled on her thighs, encouraging and supporting her rhythm. He let go with one hand and moved it towards her center, rolling her clit beneath one of his fingers. It was her turn to throw her head back, her hair cascading down over her shoulders. He marveled out how dark it was against her porcelain white skin. Then Marinette flashed before his eyes, and for a split second, he panicked. What would Marinette think if she knew she was fucking Adrien Agreste?

It was something he would soon find out.