TW: Self-cest, Daddy kink, biting to draw blood, discussion of mating/soulmates, mentions of rape (but not rape), perceived non-consensual biting (it's consensual, I swear), discussion of weird animal abilities (yes, I did google some things about Ladybugs and Cats for this information XD), some Anxiety, self-blame/self-deprecating thoughts, pregnancy and birth control discussion

Adrien's POV – immediately after the grinding at the beginning of Chapter 36

Marinette returns to the room from cleaning herself and I stand, hiding my discomfort from the wet clothes I haven't removed yet. I stalk toward my little temptress and grab her hips, pulling her to me and placing a searing kiss to her lips, taunting her.

"I'll see you later, bugaboo."

I peck her lips one last time and turn away to freshen myself. I briefly turn back as I hear her call for her transformation, watching her blow me a kiss, and then I return to my original mission: cleaning myself up from the mess we made.

Striding into the bathroom, I turn on the shower and disrobe, stepping under the stream and quickly scrub myself down, unsure how long I have until past me shows up. Once clean, I throw on some sweatpants and change the bedding. I make sure to eat some dinner before searching for Plagg, knowing I probably won't get to if I don't do it now. Marinette is all encompassing, and I'll forget once she's here.

"Plagg!"

The cat kwami hovers in front of me, glaring. "No."

"Plagg, we have to maintain the timeline! Plus, you and I both know you want to see my face as much as I do…" I try to bribe.

"I want an extra wheel of camembert."

"Deal!" Is it childish to want to pretend to be a supervillain? Sure. But did I ever actually get a childhood? No. Let me live my dreams.

As soon as Plagg and I are in position, I hear the telltale sound of a portal opening and someone stumbling out. The portal closes, and I stay silent, allowing the tension to build as my past self looks around for me. I take a moment to compose myself, hiding all traces of the laughter already threatening to break free.

"I've been expecting you," I call dramatically, spinning around in the chair and petting Plagg on the head, smiling like I'm planning a heist. My past self looks simultaneously confused and genuinely concerned, and the expression makes him look a little constipated. I can't hold my laughter back anymore, Plagg flying out of the way as I double over, cackling.

The conversation flows pretty much as I remember it, Plagg demands his cheese and I hand it over. My past self de-transforms, and I'm honestly super excited. Most people don't even get to kiss themselves once, and I get to kiss myself TWICE! Which, I know it sounds weird, but think about it. I'm the one person who truly knows how to please myself (apart from Marinette). I know it's childish to be excited about something so stupid as seeing myself in person now as the one in the know, but SO MUCH changed overnight! I'm not a virgin anymore! Marinette… fuck, she's a goddamn goddess.

We get to the point in the conversation where he asks if we should kiss, and I'm already so aroused by the thought of Marinette that his suggestion just ramps it up exponentially.

On this side of the interaction, I can definitely say I understand why Marinette likes to tease me so much… I'm very tease-able.

I look into the eyes of my past self as I cup his cheek and lean in, pressing my lips to his. I pry his lips open with my tongue and push it inside, pulling his hair as he squeezes my ass. I moan a little, getting hard and pressing closer, only to pull away when I remember what I'm doing. I lean my forehead on his, taking a deep breath. Fuck, that was even better than I remember. I am so glad Mari will be here soon…

The conversation resumes, and I focus on assuaging the concerns my past self holds for what he's going to do, what I'm going to do again after he leaves: Marinette.

"Does she know who we are?"

"Yes, she does."

"…is she happy?"

"Yes, she is," I smile, knowing that without a doubt.

"Does she know we knew before?" I think on how to answer this. She definitely does, but I don't necessarily want to explain how or why.

"Yes, but I'll leave you to figure out how that happened."

"…is it good?"

"It's like everything we ever wanted and more. Fuck, she's perfect…"

I lose myself in my thoughts of Marinette before I realize he's been quiet too long. "Just ask the question, Adrien. We don't have all night."

"…do we regret it?"

I wish I could say I didn't know why I asked that last night, but I do. I know why I asked, and on this side, it's almost worse, knowing what he fears. Thinking that we forced her into it, or we felt forced into it and everything was a big mess, but he's so, so wrong.

"FUCK NO! Look… I know that ideally, we would have built up to it ourselves, but there was never going to be a perfect time for us to do it. The fact is the effects didn't go away with the miraculous ladybug."

"Did we find out why?" I look up expectantly, knowing the little shit will answer for me.

"That was a mutual decision between me and Tikki! I've had enough of this back and forth!" Plagg calls. The other Plagg is a bit confused, but it explains it enough for my past self.

"They mean well."

"I know…"

I'm a little frustrated with my past self, but I'm mostly sympathetic, knowing that he wanted it to be so much different. I've always been a huge romantic (Take Exhibits A through Z: all of my previous attempts to woo Ladybug based on what I've seen in anime). But last night… it was better than anything I could have come up with because it was us. We've always been people who have to adjust and make plans on the fly, having been fighting Hawkmoth as long as we have, and this was just another example of that. It wasn't planned out and over the top cheesy. It was perfectly us. And he needs to get that.

"Look, does it suck that the akuma was the final push it took? Yeah, a little bit, but honestly, I'm thankful. It was the best thing that could happen to us, even if it wasn't what you originally planned. Plans change, Adrien. Things happen. That's life. Don't see it as something to be upset about. Be grateful because it brought us so much closer to her."

"You're right." He nods in acknowledgement.

"Of course, I am. I'm you." I pause and remember, "Oh, and before you ask, yes, we can determine her place in her cycle by her smell. I asked Plagg." His laugh serves as m'lady's cue, and she taps on the window, swinging inside and kissing me, still transformed.

"Hey, Mari."

"Hey." She turns to past me, smirking deviously. "Hey, you. Thought you said the threesome couldn't happen?"

Past me splutters in shock as my lady love cackles.

"Relax. I'd never ask you to do anything you didn't want to. And I want your first time to myself. I don't want to share you, even with you. Or me." She grabs me possessively, and I growl a little under her touch. It's too quiet for other me to hear, but she definitely feels it, based on how she grips me tighter.

"I just have to ask… was it good for you?"

"Adrien…" She walks over to yesterday's me. "It was everything I ever wanted and more." She places a kiss on his lips as I walk up behind her, snaking my arms around her waist and pressing my erection into her ass. Adrien gives me a look, as if asking if we should tell her what we did, and I subtly answer 'no' as Marinette continues. "Now, Bunnyx already picked up younger me, so they're coming for you. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be." I watch as he transforms, knowing he's still nervous but definitely a lot more ready to handle the spitfire headed his way.

"Oh, and Adrien? Before you go… I'm sorry about Chat Blanc," Marinette calls apologetically. I squeeze her tighter, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and pulling her more against me. The burrow opens, and we know our time with him is up. "Good luck, Kitty!"

We watch my past self walk into the burrow, and Marinette drops her transformation. The instant the burrow closes, I spin her around, throwing her over my shoulder and smacking her ass. She laughs loudly as I carry her to the bed, dropping her on it so she bounces. She glances down and bites her lip, causing me to growl. She knows exactly what she's doing.

I drag her to the edge of the bed by her ankle, causing her to squeal. My hands find her hips and I straddle her form, pressing my lips to hers and grinding against her. She whimpers beneath me, and I smirk, resting a hand on her neck and stroking her bottom lip with my thumb before I allow it to trail down so my hand I fully on her throat. She swallows under my palm, and I flex my fingers, causing her to moan. Interesting. I smirk darkly, and she knows she's made a mistake.

"You like that, babygirl? You like feeling Daddy's hand on your throat? Like knowing I'm in control?"

She whimpers under me, lifting her hips to try to get friction, but I lift my own to avoid it.

"Ah ah ah. Daddy didn't give you permission."

She blushes a deep red, deeper than her Ladybug suit.

"So pretty…" I murmur stroking her lower lip again. "Tell me, princess, tell Daddy what you need."

Instead of an answer, the neediest sound I've ever heard escape her lips graces my ears, and my primal urges take over. I yank down her pants and panties, flinging them to the far corner of the room and diving in to feast. Marinette's sobs and whimpers echo in my room like a symphony, encouraging me to keep playing with her. My tongue flicks her clit, and I simultaneously penetrate her dripping cunt with my fingers.

"Daddy!"

A growl rumbles in my chest. "That's right, Princess. Say my name."

Her hands yank at my hair while pushing me further into her wet pussy. Right when she's about to come, I pull away, causing her to wail, tears in her eyes. It doesn't take long for that to become a moan, though, as I quickly push my sweatpants low enough that I can push into her.

"Fuck, Mari… so fucking tight, babygirl…" Her walls squeeze me, and I set a quick pace, knowing she's close to the edge. I push up her shirt so I can suck on her beautiful nipples, moaning around one as she squeezes me tighter. My rhythm increases as I begin to lose all control. I let go of her nipple and clamp down on her neck as I thrust faster, chasing my high, biting hard enough to draw blood.

Marinette screams as she squirts on my cock. I growl into her neck, filling her with my seed, her blood in my mouth. I pull away, licking the wound as I slowly stop thrusting. The haze clears from my mind, and I see what I did. I fling myself back from her in alarm.

"Fuck, Marinette! I'm- I- I don't know what happened. I'm so sorry! Fuck!" I run to the bathroom to get something to clean her neck, not waiting around to see the disgust on her face.

Fuck, how could I do that?! I don't give myself the time to panic, grabbing some antiseptic and a large bandage, returning to the room. Marinette's sitting up, looking at me. I refuse to meet her gaze, not wanting to see what she thinks of me. My eyes fill with tears and I bite my lip, knowing I have no reason to cry. I sit next to her on the bed, brushing her hair out of the way gently and flooding with guilt when she winces. The bite mark looks red and angry, still bleeding a little bit, and I hate that some part of me is filled with pride at marking her delicate skin so thoroughly.

"Adrien?" I hear her whisper. I don't respond, focusing on cleaning the wound, each wince from her a new dagger to my heart. I continue to clean the wound, covering it with a bandage when I'm done and gently kissing over it, then I gather the trash and antiseptic to take back to the bathroom. When I'm back inside, I finally let the tears fall, shame filling me for hurting the woman I love. I cry silently, knowing if I close the door it will be suspicious, but not wanting her to comfort me. I deserve the pain. It's probably not even a shred of what she feels right now.

I don't hear her approach, don't know she's there until she drapes herself over me, wrapping her arms around me.

"It's not your fault."

"How can you say that? I bit you, Marinette. I drew blood. This could scar! And it would be all my fault." I start loudly and end in a whisper, shaking.

"Have you asked me how I feel about it, though?" I don't understand why she's being so gentle. I just injured her. There's no reason she should be kind to me.

"I don't need to hear how disgusted you are with me, Marinette. Trust me, I already know." I whisper bitterly. The instant I say that, my head is yanked toward her, her face filled with anger.

"Adrien Agreste, if I ever hear you put words into my mouth like that again, I will slap you six ways to Sunday. You haven't asked me how I feel, so you have no right to fucking assume that. If you had just asked me if I was alright, you would already fucking know, but instead, you're assuming that I feel what you do."

"But-"

"I'm not fucking finished!" She takes a deep breath, lowering her volume. "I am not. Fucking. Finished. I get why you feel the way that you do. Believe me, I do. But you need to hear what I think first. Now are you going to pull your head out of your ass and listen? Or do I need to get two kwamis to help me knock some sense into you?"

I duck my head in shame, knowing she's right.

"Okay, first, we're moving back to the bed. The bathroom floor is killing my knees." She stands up, and instead of waiting for me, throws me over her shoulder like a bag of flour.

"Hey!"

"Nope, not listening. You want to act like a doofus, I'll treat you like one." I feel her smack my ass, so I smack hers back in retaliation before she throws me onto my bed and crawls onto me, straddling my abs so I can't get up without moving her.

"Now you're gonna sit there and fucking listen to me, do you understand?" Fuck, I know I love being the dominant one but fuck… I can't even think of any other words. I nod quickly, not wanting to piss her off. An angry Marinette is a pretty sight, but a terrifying one.

"If I wasn't okay, I would have pushed you off. I would have started yelling at you the moment you bit me. Fuck, Adrien…" She runs her fingers through her hair frustratedly. "I don't even have the words to describe how fucking sexy it was in the moment. Is it going to be hard to explain if I don't cover it right? Oh, absolutely. And does it hurt? A little bit. But… it doesn't hurt nearly as much as it does to think that you don't want me to wear your mark… that you don't want to show me off, to show that I'm yours."

"That's not what—"

"I told you that you were going to fucking listen, do I need to gag you?" I swallow, my face red as I shake my head. "Good. Now shut up and let me finish. Yes, I know most people think it's insane to want a bite mark on their skin. If you had asked me beforehand, I would probably think the same thing, but god, if it doesn't do things to me now…" She bites her lip, closing her eyes and squirming a little before refocusing on me. "Look, it's not going to scar. I'll make sure it doesn't. Not because I don't love the thought of your mark, but because I think we will get some weird looks if I walk around with a scar of your teeth. I'm just saying that even if it did, I wouldn't mind." She looks to the side for a moment, glaring. "I'm also saying that a certain Kwami of Destruction should come explain to you why you bit me in the first place. And if he thinks he can get out of it, he should know that the Kwami of Creation is on my side."

As Plagg comes over, I turn her face to me. "Before I hear whatever he's about to say, I want you to know that this has nothing to do with not wanting to show you off. God, if I could scream it to the world that you're mine, I would. I just don't want to think that I hurt you… that I did something bad enough that it scarred you… You don't need physical wounds to match the psychological ones Chat Blanc gave you."

She flinches at the name but softens overall. "I know, Kitty. But you could never hurt me that bad. I know it. It wasn't you when that happened. It was the akuma. And this?" She gestures at her neck. "This was you, but it wasn't entirely." She cups my face and kisses me gently. "Listen to Plagg."

I peck her lips and turn to the pouting cat kwami, shifting Marinette so she's sitting in my lap as I readjust to sit against the pillows.

I never thought I'd see the day Plagg looks sheepish. I raise a brow.

"So as a true holder… you pick up certain… traits. Like the purring and growling without being transformed." He looks reluctant to continue as I give him a deadpan stare. "Basically, your instincts took over your higher functions, made you lose control. They tried to mark Pigtails as your mate. Your soulmate, life partner, yadda yadda. You claimed her."

Plagg looks unimpressed and a bit disgusted. I'm blushing as Marinette smirks at me.

"Don't look too smug, Pigtails. Tikki might have warned you about him, but I highly doubt she told you what would happen to you." He grins deviously and Tikki flies over in a panic as Marinette looks at her in surprise.

"And what, exactly, is going to be happening to me?"

"Well, you're going to be more sensitive to the cold. If you aren't careful, you could hibernate in winter…" She trails off sheepishly. Marinette looks about ready to protest, both of us concerned, but there's a gleam in Plagg's eye.

"Tell them the rest, Sugarcube." She rolls her eyes at the nickname before turning back to us.

"Well… you'll start to secrete a pheromone when you're…seeking copulation…" We both blush as Tikki continues, "It will only be noticeable to Adrien, since he's your mate. In theory, we've never tested it, but in theory, you may be able to store his sperm for up to two or three months before getting pregnant, if you so choose. I've never had a ladybug as compatible as you, Marinette, so I really don't know if you would be able to do that or not."

"I'm not going to try that, Tikki, it sounds creepy. And that's coming from the girl who basically stalked Adrien through collège."

I raise a brow, but she ignores me. Interesting. I'll file that away for later. Although, didn't Alya say something about that? I shake my head, not wanting to think about that bitch right now.

"Wait, what do you mean he's my mate? I know he claimed me, but do ladybugs even claim mates? I thought they just… y'know…" she gestured vaguely.

"Oh, they do. For up to two hours before they go their separate ways, and then the female can lay hundreds of eggs that hatch 7 to 10 days after she lays them." At Marinette's alarmed look, Tikki rushes to continue. "Ladybug holders don't do that, though! You follow human mating and gestation. You won't have hundreds of babies. You do have a higher chance of multiples, since I am the Kwami of Creation, but it's not guaranteed, especially since you are paired with the holder of the Kwami of Destruction. Ladybugs and Chat Noirs don't always end up together. In those cases, a Ladybug, should she live to be old enough…" Tikki looks down sadly before pushing it away. "She has a higher chance of multiples. With you and Adrien, though, your chances are just as good as they would be without us. Adrien's mother is a multiple, so you have a higher chance from that."

"Okay, but that doesn't explain the mate thing. Ladybugs don't claim mates, do they? Actually, cats don't mate for life either…" I interject, thinking about it.

"Okay, so that's where this gets a little more…complicated. You aren't a cat, not fully. You're human with feline traits. Meaning, as a human, you still seek a life partner (if that's your sexual preference, of course). And Adrien, you've always wanted a life partner. So, combine that with your feline instincts, and you get claiming." Tikki explains, Plagg turning away.

"Okay, but what about Marinette?"

"Plagg?" Tikki calls him irritably, seeing him trying to escape.

He laughs nervously. "As you both know, you've switched miraculous before."

We nod, waiting for him to continue.

"Not all holders can do that as well as you did. There has to be a certain compatibility with the miraculous. When Pigtails chooses holders, she thinks of who's the best fit. That's how it works. However, everyone has some compatibility with the other miraculi. The stronger the compatibility, the better and more powerful the holder will be. You both have equal compatibility with both of us. Something that's truly rare. We've seen it only once before. Having equal compatibility means you're both true holders of creation and destruction. Either one of you could have gotten us. Granted, in the beginning, you were given the kwami who would help you grow into this most. But now that you've had us, your full potential has unlocked. Pigtails, you can claim Adrien as a mate because you're just as much one of my kittens as he is. If you wanted to, you could bite him back."

Tikki takes over, knowing Plagg's just going to start causing chaos.

"Actually, Marinette, if you do give him a claiming mark, it seals your mating. Both of the marks disappear from your skin, but your bond is stronger. We don't really know how it works, but it happened the only other time we had true holders that fit both of us. The marks disappeared, and the two worked better together. They never really told us what effects the bond had on them, though. We know they could feel each other's emotions in strong situations, could tell if they were physically hurt, but we only know that from battles where one got there before the other. The two wanted to keep the bond to themselves, and we respected that. If you and Adrien are ready for that, it will remove the mark from your skin and his. But you need to realize, this can't be undone. Once your souls are entwined like that, there is no going back. The two of you will be stuck together whether you want to be or not. It's not something to do lightly."

"What happens if she doesn't claim me? If the mark just stays on her skin?"

"It would work like a Chat Noir who mated someone who wasn't also a Chat. The mark will remain visible until it heals at a normal rate. Then, the Chat Noir will be able to feel and track their mate. The mate just can't do the same. It's a half binding. You claimed her, taking part of her soul into yours. If she doesn't claim you back, you'll keep that part of her soul, but she won't have some of your soul. It also means your balance may be thrown off because you are both miraculous holders. Beyond that… you may not be able to have children if you aren't having them with her because she's your mate. Plagg should have warned you ahead of time. I'm sorry, Adrien."

"So you're telling me that I took part of her soul without her permission? Li-like rape?"

"No! Adrien, no!" Marinette turns to me, panicked, cupping my face in her hands. "Breathe with me, come on, Adrien. In, and out. In, out. Good." I match my breathing to her, starting to calm down as she speaks to me. "Adrien, I know that you didn't know this was a possibility. But I did. I went into this knowing that you may claim me, wanting to be claimed by you. I knew that it wouldn't be taking advantage of you because you physically can't claim someone you don't see as your life partner. Of course, I also thought that you would know about it." She glares at Plagg before continuing, "but I didn't know that I could claim you back. And… if you would like… I would like to claim you back."

"Before you do, there are a couple more things you should know," Tikki cuts in, halting my response. "It's good news! Well…the second part could go either way, but the first part is definitely good!"

Marinette and I share a weary glance, her hands moving to take mine. I'm not sure we can handle any bad news at this point. I'm not sure I can handle any bad news at this point.

"So, the definitely good news is that, being bound, you have early access to your adult powers! If you hadn't been claimed, you would have had to wait until you were actually adults, but the bond being able to happen at all shows your souls are mature enough to handle the powers!"

I can't help the rush of excitement that fills me. I turn to Marinette with a tentative grin on my face, her face sporting a similar expression, our hands squeezing in excitement before we turn back to Tikki, the tight grip now to steady ourselves as Marinette takes the lead. "So…what's the potentially bad news?"

"If you aren't careful, you're definitely going to get pregnant." Marinette pales out of the corner of my eye, and I'm sure mine matches. We had just discussed that this isn't the time for a baby, and I just claimed her in the heat of the moment.

Before the panic can grip us too tightly, Tikki hurries to continue, "What you're doing now is fine! You just have to make sure not to do anything that could affect your birth control. I would recommend wearing condoms when you're most fertile, just for extra precaution, but otherwise, you should be fine. Pregnancy is pretty much guaranteed the first time you mate without any kind of protection, though."

I relax at the reassurance, though my face is hot from the discussion. Marinette seems to be fairing just as well, our kwamis disappearing as she turns to me shyly.

"Well?"