Author Note: Kind of dedicated to FaeFolk11 who got her poor hopes up that last chapter wasn't as long as she would have liked : ( sorry, did a longer one this time! SO HERE! (REVIEW REPLIES AT BOTTOM)
Chapter Fourteen: Trust Me to Trust You
Marinette groaned softly, and endeavored to stretch her limbs, but something prevented her from moving. It was something warm, hard, but somehow soft at the same time. She was flattened against it, her face buried into it, and it was moving, slowly, evenly…breathing. Her face was pressed into a warm bare chest. Although the room was still dim, indicating it wasn't quite day, she could tell It was a nice chest.
Arms were wrapped around her naked torso, and she could feel a set of fingers between her shoulder blades, and another much closer to her ass. Despite his sleeping demeanor, his hands seemed to be holding her firmly, protectively…possessively against him. Her own arms were crossed over her chest, trapped between them.
Their legs were entwined, and his hardness was pressed against her stomach, and she swallowed, blushing. Oh, God. She'd gone to bed with someone. The bluenette's heart choked her as she panicked, trying her best not to thrash in his arms.
Mari swallowed, and the level of dry mouth was unbelievable, making her cringe. Why was her mouth a wasteland? Alcohol? Sure, that…might have been it. She frowned, concentrating.
She saw flashes of the club…dancing with Andrew? Matthew? Luka…
Oh, fuck! She hoped to all that was sacred she hadn't gone to bed with Luka and forgotten…he'd never let it go. More panic ensued, and she whimpered without meaning to. The arms tightened around her, a low growl emanating from the chest she was buried against before a deep voice whispered a sweet name to her, sounding a little confused.
"Princess?"
More images cascaded by, and the night's events came rushing back, and her face burned. "Ch-Chat," she breathed, cooing softly, her body slowly relaxing. Then she jerked, forcing him to jerk in response, alarmed.
"What?" He grunted, sounding far more awake now.
"I can see your chest…" Her voice was soft, slightly in awe of the well developed muscle, and her core immediately ached now that she was fully appreciating the position she was in. All she would have to do…would be to look up…
"Fuck," he muttered, sliding his hand up to the back of her head, holding her in place. "Plagg?"
"I didn't do it," a voice replied sleepily, yawning.
"Plagg," he growled. "Get up!"
He was calling his kwami, and she stiffened. "W-wait!"
It was his turn to be still. "You can't see me, Mari. You know the rules," he chuckled, sliding the hand that was already near her ass down, gripping a sore cheek and squeezing so she squirmed, half in pain and half in pleasure. "Or do we need a reminder?"
She giggled softly, and he relaxed, tracing his fingers back up her spine, pulling a gasp from her lips, and she layered kisses against his chest. "Do you trust me, kitty?"
He only hesitated for a moment, and though it hurt, it was microscopic, because she understood the weight of his secret identity. "Yes," he growled firmly.
"D-don't…transform j-just yet if you've got time?"
He was silent, and she felt his heart through his chest picking up pace, and he cleared his throat. "What would you like, Princess?"
"Do you have any…tattoos or scars that I would be able to recognize you by if we met in person?"
He thought about it, taking a deep breath, and she felt him nodding. "Yes, two scars, distinctive, but we'd have to be…intimate 'in person' for you to see them." He chuckled. "That would be interesting. Oui?"
She giggled, flushing. "I wouldn't see them by accident if we happened to run into each other?"
"Not unless you got me naked, ma chérie." Marinette's heart stumbled over the endearment, and she gulped, and his fingers played lightly over her back as if he hadn't even said it. "Why?"
"I p-promise I won't look…at your face, okay?" She added hastily, "Trust me, please? I want to see some of you…at least…"
He made a noise in his throat, but his arms loosened their vice grip, and she took a deep steadying breath, heart frantic in her chest. He was trusting her, and it felt amazing. Chat was going to trust her not to break her promise. He…was trusting Marinette with his secret identity.
She pushed on his chest gently, her breaths coming in nearly panicked gulps as she focused her eyes on the broad expanse as he leaned back with her touch, settling onto his back. She could feel his muscles tense under her digits, unsure, despite trusting her, and she felt no blame or anger for it.
Instead, she hooked a leg over his hip, and squeezed her eyes shut tight for a moment, straddling him, before lifting her head. They both moaned as her wet core slid against his hardness, and she squirmed.
"H-help me give you a kiss?" She was sure her face was bright because it was hot, her ears nigh burning off.
His hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs brushing her squeezing eyes before he pulled her down, and the kiss was soft at first, but she demanded more of his mouth. She poured all of her want into it…all of her thanks…for him trusting her…for him allowing her to feel worthy of his trust…for all of it, and he growled in response, thrusting to grind against her, snatching her hips.
She cried out, delighting in the way he swallowed her sounds eagerly, but she broke free hastily, panting. "Mm," she licked her lips. "My Chat," she teased, and slid down his body gradually until she was sure she was over his chest, and lowered her head again, opening her eyes once more.
"W-What are you doing?"
"Can't see more of you if I have to keep my eyes closed the whole time, can I," she whispered throatily, planting kisses along his strong chest, her warm tongue darting out to tease his nipple, and he hissed.
"M-Mari," he growled, almost warning.
"Ch-Chat," she moaned back at him, making her voice as breathy as possible as she slid further down, admiring the hard plains of his rippling stomach. Chat was muscular. His six pack was well-defined, with no threat of softening, and she quivered, sliding her fingers over the bumps of it before her mouth trailed behind her digits to create a seamless path of caressing and pecks.
"Princess," he rasped, and she felt his body shiver beneath her ministrations, making her core ache, the knot in the pit of her belly tightening painfully. God, it was nice to be in control…to know he felt good because she was doing something to him…her hands…her mouth…making him feel good…
She let her tongue touch his flesh, and he keened, but she left the tip below his navel before she started scooting down, letting it trail with her movements, her fingers wrapped around his cock, but her mouth went to the inside of his left thigh and back up across his pelvis. When she went down his right thigh, she faltered, taking in the large jagged scar high up on the inside.
It was at least a two inch diameter…circle. It was matted and white and a thick long line, about the same size, trailed from it along the inside of his thigh, disappearing…to the back. She willed her mind to think, quickly, what could have caused this. Battles…akumas…flying in rapid succession through her brain as she licked the wound, slowly.
When the thought hit her, she swallowed her disgust, remembering it was another time…Ladybug assumed he was okay after she used her healing to correct things. Apparently, he hadn't been as okay as she'd thought. It was an Entomologist who lost his job, and he'd morphed into a giant scorpion being. Chat pushed her out of the way of his tail, and it pierced right through his thigh in the process, tearing out his armor and a chunk of his thigh in the process.
Tears pricked the back of her eyes. The other scar was probably her fault too. How many internal scars did he have atop that?
"Princess?" His voice was losing the edge it had, and she cursed herself for getting lost. This wasn't about her guilt right now. Chat deserved this, and she wanted to give it to him.
The bluenette wrapped her mouth around his erection without further warning. His body jerked, and the bluenette smirked, wishing she could look…just once, but she kept her eyes glued to his pelvic bone, even as his fingers gathered into her hair, tying it into his hands so it was off her neck and his body.
She felt him staring at her, watching her, and she blushed, but she couldn't look…wouldn't look…
She engulfed him as far as her mouth would allow, and Chat howled, the pads of his fingers digging into her scalp as his tip touched the back of her throat. She almost gagged, unfamiliar with the sensation, and she needed to pull back just as quickly sucking and slurping rapidly on her ascent. He didn't seem to mind, his breath quickening as his knees pulled upwards, heels digging into the mattress…and God…she wanted to look…
"Marinette," he snarled, his voice thick as he panted.
She did the same thing again, feeling a little awkward in her movements, but he seemed to enjoy it as he tugged on her aqua tresses more desperately. She moaned, and she felt the vibrations from her lips cascade into his cock, and he cried out. She felt the muscle tense in her mouth, and he gasped frantically.
"Oh f-fuck, Mari," his groan was desperate, and she smirked deviously, flattening her lips against his throbbing member, starting to hum deeply. The vibrations were strong, and he thrashed so strongly she gagged as his hips bucked upwards. She yanked her head up, and pulled her lips free, gasping, coughing for air, determined to keep her gaze down.
"S-Sorry," he hissed, growling.
She coughed again, shaking her head as she eyed his length, blushing. "First time experiencing a g-girl humming?" She was happy she'd discovered a first for the tomcat, feeling the pride and smugness swelling in her chest.
He was silent, aside from his heavy breathing, and she thought he wasn't going to answer, but he did. "First time…period," he whispered hoarsely. It was the first time she heard Chat sound so…shy…
Oh, man. He'd…never had a girl please him before? Now he was stuck with her inexperience as his first time? Her nerves finally caught up, and she licked her lips. Dammit. Why did he have to be stuck with her for this? He deserved a good first experience…not her sloppy attempts.
"Princess?"
I am a sexy Superstar..and I am unchained…I…can do this…
She wrapped her mouth around him again, sliding as far as she dared, moaning around his length, and his immediate reaction made things low in her body hot and tight. His fingers curled tightly into her strands again, and she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock as she rotated her head, pulling her mouth back up, licking at his flesh greedily along the way until her lips were free of his quivering hardness.
She only released her mouth long enough to growl one word for him before she delved down once more. "Mine."
His tip hit the back of her throat with the force of her thrust, and her eyes watered a little, but he snarled with pleasure, keening, his body quaking. She worked at her throat, and managed to stretch the muscles, opening them so she could get a little lower, and squeezed his head with the soft tissue, and she hummed again near the base of his member now…
"Jesus f-fuck G-God please!" He screamed, one hand latching to the back of her head, trapping her, and she almost panicked, but she felt his cock twitching, pulsing, and hot liquid burst into her mouth as he groaned, panting, hips rocking against her face desperately as he alleviated himself.
The cum was thick and pleasant in her mouth, a rush of salty taste greeting her tongue before a slight sweetness chased it as she began to swallow down the fluid greedily. His grip loosened enough for her to lift her head, and she kissed his shaft down to his pelvic bone, making him gasp, shuddering.
"Mm, you're delicious, too," she groaned thickly. "I could certainly see why you enjoy cream so much, kitty. I think I might be part cat too," she teased, licking up to his navel from his pelvis.
"F-Fuck, Princess," he growled. "Dammit, close your fucking eyes!" The command was harsh, and her eyes widened before she shut them quickly. She squeezed them shut in time for him to propel her upwards, and whip them around, pinning her down. He used a knee to push her thighs apart, and she moaned, biting her lip. "FUCK!" His mouth crashed against hers, and she whimpered, a sob bubbling up because his aggressive need was almost overwhelming.
Her nails scraped at his back, and Chat pushed himself just inside of her, pulling a pleased sound into his mouth where their lips touched before he tore free, growling. He was still so hard… "Ch-Chat?"
He panted, kissing over her cheek, gripping her hips desperately as he pleaded into her ear like a man with only one lifeline, and she was it. "Say it! Fuckin' say it…God, Mari..."
She looped a single leg over his hip, and pressed her bare breasts into his heaving chest, delighting in the feel of their skin together as he came undone. God, she needed him…wanted him so badly…and the fact…that he wanted her…so much he was desperate…dying to fuck her...
"G-God, what the hell are you waiting for Chat? Fuck me, please! I want you so fucking bad I can't stand it!"
He thrust forcefully on his snarl, and she saw stars as her body exploded.
***POV Change***
"What do you think you're doing, Plagg?"
"I didn't do anything," the black kwami whined, sighing. "Like you're so innocent?"
"What are you suggesting, exactly?"
Adrien tilted his head as he reached the door, listening. Plagg was speaking to someone. That wasn't good.
He shoved the door open suddenly, forcing the barrier closed just as quickly, catching the pair of…kwamis…off guard.
The second kwami was a crimson being, and it had bright blue eyes, and she looked a little like…like …"You're Marinette's kwami…"
She gasped loudly and promptly punched Plagg in the face, much to Adrien's surprise. Destruction slammed into the wall, and it splintered, making him jump. "You told him!?"
The model grimaced. Shit. That was his fault. "Wait, I-I—"
"Actually, my love bug, he figured it out on his own, after your owner came over here and tried to sex him up like a strumpet!" Plagg snarled, zooming up so swiftly, Adrien blinked several times to dissipate the trailing images of his kwami. Whoa!
"Plagg," he growled, angry. "Marinette is not a strumpet!"
"Stay out of this!"
Tikki vibrated with fury, rising up. "She wouldn't have tried to sex him up," she tried to do the air quotes, and it would have been cute if the Creation kwami wasn't…completely…terrifying in her anger…"If he had the decency to just be forward with her In the first place instead of toying with her feelings!"
He felt his own anger starting to boil beneath the surface at her accusations. Toying with her feelings? Toying...with…
He let out a bark of laughter, but there was no humor. "Right, because she didn't throw herself at me either, knowing I had a thing for Ladybug, knowing it was her?" It came out far sharper than he meant to, and she looked struck, but he continued. "Also, while harboring feelings for me for years and never saying a damn word, apparently." He shook his head angrily, rubbing his clenching jaw. "I'm not innocent, but please, Tikki, right? Don't pretend we don't all share some blame in this stupid mess. Don't insult me like that. Don't insult Plagg like that. He doesn't deserve it, and neither do I with how much we go through for…" He felt broken now, and he deflated, sighing. "I…wanted Mari before…I knew…if it helps, I guess." He didn't know what else to say to her shocked face.
She deflated too, and echoed his sentiment. "You guys are idiots."
"Yup, we've already been over this," he muttered helplessly. "Tell me something I don't already know."
"Marinette is hopelessly infatuated with both sides of you?"
He blushed, but nodded. "Almost figured that, too, but thanks, good to hear."
"Why did you call her a whore?"
He flinched, growling before he swallowed. "I didn't mean to. That's not how I meant it either. She said Luka caught her in a weak moment, and I was angry she'd been hurt, angry that Luka…got to taste her and touch her before me…enjoy her body in ways that only I want to be able to…and jealous…and upset about someone drugging her against her will, and she says…Luka caught her in a weak moment…I couldn't believe my ears…because she isn't weak. I'm practically a slave to her most of the time, so it just burst out the way it did, unintended and not well thought out, obviously. She makes me weak. When I said she 'throws' herself at guys, I just…really meant…we're helpless to her…so what are we to do?" He shrugged a little. "I don't know how to explain it so you'll understand, honestly. Sounds weird out loud. It feels more right than it sounds."
Tikki cooed, floating over to rub his cheek. "You're so sweet." She nodded. "Still an idiot, but sweet. I understand enough. However, you're going to have to learn to control your Chat side as Adrien. It works as Chat, not so much as Adrien because she doesn't understand. There's no…relationship there the way there is with Chat. Right?"
He frowned, but nodded. He hadn't thought about it that way.
"And you, dumb cat!" Tikki whirled on the obsidian being, who cringed, but she nuzzled him, pulling out long purrs from Destruction. "I miss you…," she breathed, and Adrien balked.
Plagg blushed, sliding his eyes away, even as he purred, he grumbled. "Yeah, yeah. Just, don't get too cozy," he muttered, but his arm slid around the woman, and she tinkered, making his face turn brighter.
Adrien snorted. If only he could take a picture for blackmail.
***POV Change***
She'd told Chat she probably wouldn't see much of him for the next two weeks since they were leaving London today, headed for Italy. He'd looked only mildly surprised, nodding. Apparently, he'd expected big famous fashion models to be moving around, but he said his family thing was wrapping up soon, and he might be inclined to come chase her down if it killed him.
She'd blushed profusely, but she hadn't argued. She would love it if he came to see her.
"What is with the dumb grin?" Chloe's voice shattered her fantasy, but not in the most unpleasant way, and she stuck her tongue out at the blonde.
"Was just thinking!"
"Oh? Was it about a sexy man? I get that look when it's a sexy man," she offered, grinning. "Was it Adrien? You guys are always steamy on set together."
Marinette's smile faltered, and she looked down. She hadn't said a single word to Adrien since they'd been on the plane.
"Wow, how could it be that bad? He was all for defending your honor last night. Threatened all of us, including me if we had hurt you in some way."
Her head flew up, eyes wide. "Wh-What?"
Chloe nodded, smirking. "Figured one of us slipped you the stuff since you were sure you didn't take a random drink. Turns out, Victoria slipped you something. She's gone. She wouldn't say why though, so don't ask me." The blonde shrugged automatically. "It was kind of sexy seeing him all brutal and commanding like that, until he snapped at me. Turn off," she rolled her eyes.
Marinette chanced a sideways glance at the man, and he was staring pointedly out the window a few rows back, but his face was peaceful, and it was hard to imagine him threatening anyone over her…especially after calling her a whore.
"You look like you're doing complex calculus in your head. Trust me, if something happened, it might have been a one time thing…or a misunderstanding. Adrien was definitely very upset that someone tried to hurt you, well, and me, of course," she added, drawing herself up confidently.
The bluenette chewed her lip slowly, and chanced a glance at him again. Tikki did try to tell her this morning that maybe she just needed time to calm down and approach the situation again later and that maybe things had just…been out of control the night before. What…if they were both right?
She felt hope tugging along her heartstrings, and got up slowly. "Thanks Chloe," she murmured. "You're probably right, I'll be…"
"Whatever, take your time," she muttered, trying to sound put out, but Mari had learned to detect the subtle smiles in the blonde's voice. She tossed a grin back at her.
"Anything that keeps me far from you," she teased, watching the shocked expression. "Absence, after all, makes you fonder," she winked, watching Chloe snort, shaking her head.
Mari moved into the aisle, and she stepped towards him, heart suddenly a frantic mess. Her palms were sweaty. Why was she so nervous? Each step was a sore knot, but she managed, trying not to grin like a freak at the thought of why she was sore. Geez! Thinking about Chat fucking you senseless while approaching Adrien is a twisted thing!
She got closer, and he must have sensed her movement, or noticed in the edge of his vision, because he turned, frowning at first, but she offered a nervous quivering smile, and his brows shot up, a small anxious smile of his own appearing. Was he worried she was going to tell him off?
Lila jerked from across the aisle and plopped in the seat next to Adrien, laughing loudly. "Hey! I haven't been able to hang with you all day. Where were you all morning, sexy?" She leaned into his arm, and he frowned, stiffening, eyeing Marinette cautiously. She gave a shake of her head, smiling apologetically this time. It could wait…she supposed.
'It's okay.' She mouthed at him slowly. 'Later?'
He sighed, visibly deflating, but nodded all the same. Okay…later…it was…as Luka found her, slinging an arm over her shoulder when she sat. "Hey, so somebody had fun last night, huh?"
She blushed brightly. Understatement. However, she wasn't sure why…but she felt eyes boring into the back of her head, possessing her…claiming her, even as Luka's fingers curled over her shoulder.
"L-Luka, please, I would like some space? I j-just...I need space," she breathed honestly, feeling like she was suffocating next to him.
"Wasn't much space between us last night," he commented.
Chloe laughed. "Very true."
Marinette squeaked and jumped as if she'd been physical hit, shimmying over in her seat a little. "Y-yeah, but that was last night. Today, I would like space, please!"
His beautiful eyes widened at the tone in her voice, the panic, probably, because he yanked his arm free, and she panted, getting up abruptly.
"Is it because I caught you last night?" His voice was a breathy whisper, and the crimson gushed into her neck all the way up to her ears.
"N-NO!" She gave her head a few deliberate shakes.
"Whoa, what did you catch her doing?" Chloe leaned in, licking her lips, curious.
"She was uh—"
"GUYS," she screeched, embarrassed, tugging at the skirt of her vibrant blue flirty sundress.
"Ooo, did she bang Andrew or Matthew?"
"Chloe," she hissed. "You guys are unbelievable!" She pushed by them and stomped down the aisle by Adrien and Lila, going into the bathroom, slamming the door shut, burying her face in her hands. UGH! Thank God the flight was under two hours!
***MILAN***
The experienced models unloaded the plane first. They were orderly, calm, and it took under a few minutes for them to get on their way. However, the new models crushed into each other, everyone elbowing, vying to be the first ones off into the new city.
"Someone is on my foot!" Chloe yelled. "Get off before I punch you!"
Luka snarled. "Andrew, get your elbow outta my back!"
Matthew cussed under his breath, and Adrien sighed, rubbing his nose between two fingers. Mari actually smiled, watching him shake his head as she stood back from everyone. He put his pinkies against his lower lip, pushing it in a little and Mari's eyes widened, slapping her hands over her ears in time for him to blow. She was sure the sound was sharp in the confined space, because everyone grimaced, and she giggled, earning a small sideways smile from the blonde before he looked away.
"I'm getting off first, Mari will follow since she's the only one not trying to kill anyone, and the rest of you better figure out how to be peaceful and work it out," he demanded, but his voice was still soft. "Clear?" They all sighed, grumbling. "I'll take that as a yes." His green orbs looked at her, and he motioned with his head. "C'mon, Marinette, follow me."
She blushed, dropping her gaze as she pursued him, wriggling through the crowd of people, and exited behind him. The air was warm, and she inhaled deeply, exhaling with a large smile. She'd never been to Italy, and she felt the excitement echoing through her bones. Adrien was already near the bottom when she moved down three steps and someone shoved into her back…and she twisted her ankle, yelping loudly, trying to maintain her balance, but she fell forward anyway.
The blonde man was already rushing upwards to catch her, alerted by the noise, and managed to save her, but her momentum knocked them both over, and he landed with a thud, on his back on the tarmac, groaning, with her on top of him. He coughed, wheezing, unable to take in air.
"A-Adrien, are you okay!?" Her eyes widened, and she straddled him automatically so she wasn't lying on top of him, touching his face.
"I'm fine," he growled up at her as he finally managed to suck in a full breath. He gripped her hips, presumably to move her off, and the blonde paused, dead in his tracks, eyes widening. His face paled completely, and it was as if…he was willing his body…to not…function? It was the best way Marinette could describe it as she stared down at him. His eyes weren't even looking at her now.
Everyone else was shouting in the distance, screaming about people pushing each other, but they might as well have been millions of miles away as she stared at his unwavering face.
"Oh, gosh, Adrien! What's wrong?" She leaned forward, concern flooding her veins, and then…as if she'd ignited the very thing he'd been trying to avoid, the color erupted back into his face, and…
A soft moan escaped her lips, her bluebell orbs darkening as his want…pressed between her thighs…right against her…quickly dampening panties, her dress skirt flared around their bodies dramatically. She could feel his heart starting to hammer against her palms, and her fingers curled without meaning to against his chest, and…
"A-Adrien?" She whispered, moaning so softly, it could've been lost on the wind, frowning in her immediate confusion because his fingers tightened on her hips, his heated gaze locking with hers. However, the world fell away…as he ground up against her aching core.
AUTHOR NOTE REVIEWS:
Trying414, I'm glad you thought it was hot…not to be the pervert…but I love when people..find the scenes that are supposed to be hot…hot lol. Thanks for being the one to let me know it was uploaded twice! Yeah…Luka…isn't needed…but he makes Adrien/Chat…kinda…sexier sometimes..
Faefolk11, I'm sooooo sorry! HERE! I hope this was better and made up for it! Yes…she should show Luka….*taps fingers evilly* we shall see what we can do with that muhahaha
AliceBridger, HELLO! Nice to see a new name! Welcome, I'm very glad you enjoyed! Please keep returning, even if you don't feel the need to review, though I would appreciate and like it very much!