This story contains language, sexual content, and eventual non/con. You have been warned!
"Marinette! Alya, Nino, and Adrien are here!"
The shrill voice of Sabine carried up the narrow hall, floating to the pink loft bedroom where 22-year-old Marinette was currently struggling to slide her skinny jeans over her rear. Her fingers desperately grabbed at the fabric, tugging in desperation
"SHIT!" Marinette gave a frantic yank, sighing in relief at the feeling of fabric settled at her hips. Fingers working quickly, she pulled the zipper up, settling the button in the hole of her jeans. Sighing in her relief, she took a quick step to the front of her large wall mirror to confirm her outfit for the day.
Her figure had changed dramatically over the years. No longer was her figure flat and boring, instead luscious curves inherited from her mother had taken hold. Her hips had thickened out, narrowing into slender, toned legs. Her breasts gained a few cups, filling out her shirts. Her once shoulder length hair was now mid length down her back, currently curled into waves with a white headband settled behind her ears, keeping her bangs from her face. Her bluebell eyes accented with a light layer of mascara, light pink gloss covering her full lips. Her stomach was toned and firmed, with the slight outline of abs evident on her smooth skin.
Her finger slipped a loose strand of hair behind her ear, giving herself a satisfactory nod of approval. Her black skinny jeans were well complimented by her hot red tank top and red converse shoes. The shirt hung low enough to give the world a small peekaboo of her breasts, but high enough to still be decent. The shirt clung to her firm figure in all the right ways that often-turned heads when she went out. Marinette knew she was pretty and in shape and while she didn't flaunt it, she liked the attention, though she'd never admit it. While it was the occasional whistle of approval, or the free drink at the bar, she never abused it and always turned down the advances with a polite smile.
"Coming mom!"
Marinette yanked her loft door back, being careful to not slam the wood against the floor. Several eyes met hers as she descended the steps with a bright beam.
"Hey sexy lady!"
Alya's dark eyes gleamed behind her glasses as she reached around the bakery counter to give her friend a hug. Her friend matured in all the right ways; Marinette was almost jealous. Her thick hips were her selling point as they rounded into a toned, thick ass. Her thick thighs and shaped legs matched her blessed chest. Her dark hair was currently pulled into a high pony, with thick strands framing her face. She sported high waisted shorts, a white crop that showed off her belly button and beautiful dark skin. Behind her stood her longtime boyfriend, Nino. His shaved face now sported a goatee, glasses traded for contacts. His tall frame had stopped short of 6'2. He sported a smile and a friendly wave as Marinette rounded the bar to embrace her friend.
"It's been weeks girl! Long enough!" Alya squealed as she released the hug, holding Marinette at arm's length. Her sharp gaze took in her outfit with a nod of approval.
"It's been a long school year, that's for sure" Marinette nodded, brushing a strand behind her face. "I can't wait for this camping trip with you guys. I feel like I've been going nonstop for finals… I'm exhausted"
Alya giggled. "You're not allowed to exhausted. We have 3 weeks of nothing but beach, waves, drinks and…." Her voice lowered as her eyebrows wagged suggestively at her now blushing friend. " A certain blonde model can't wait for exclusive alone time with his special lady"
Marinette blushed, red spreading across her freckled cheeks. "I'm going to spend time with you too, just for your information. We absolutely need girl's time."
"I hope you'll save at least a day with me at least."
The deep voice had Marinette looking over her friend's shoulder, a wide beam spreading across her face. Her boyfriend of now 9 months had just entered the door, overhearing the last of their conversation.
"Adrien" She breathed.
"Marinette." Adien smiled his perfect smile, white teeth flashing as he took a step forward. His cargo jeans hung low on his hips, giving a small peek-a-boo of his black boxers that rested on his narrow hips. His tight green shirt hugged his broad chest, showing off thick arms, the result of working out multiple times a week. Thick blonde hair was swept across his face, styled just right. He reached out with both arms.
Marinette released her friend, jumping into the waiting arms of her boyfriend. Legs wrapping around his waist, she grabbed his cheeks in both hands, bringing him down for a deep kiss.
He tastes like peppermint….
Adrien grunted at the sudden weight of his girlfriend attacking his body, before reaching under her, firmly grabbing both of her butt cheeks in his hands, giving them a light squeeze of affection, before returning the kiss. His lips firmly folding around hers, he ran his tongue along the bottom of her lip, tasting the chocolate of the breakfast croissant she'd had earlier that day. She hummed her satisfaction into his mouth, grinning along with him. As usual, she left him breathless with each kiss.
"Can you two stop eating face long enough to get there?"
Both young adults pulled away, Adrien reluctantly setting his girlfriend to the ground, a blush spreading across both of their cheeks. Nino stood a few feet away, Alya's arm looped through hiss, a stupid grin on his face as he acknowledged the couple.
"Cmon babe, they haven't seen each other for 3 weeks…."
"Two weeks." Marinette broke in, still out of breath from the lingering kiss. "It's been two weeks Nino."
Laughing Adrien looped his arm around his lady's waist, pulling her body close to his. "Are you jealous Alya? Want me to give your man some tips?"
Nino snorted. "Yea no thanks… it took you guys years before you realized you both were totally into each other. Me on the other hand?" He gave Alya a quick grin, his eyes landing lovingly on his woman. "I knew what I wanted." A sneaky grin struck his face as his hand started to wander lower on her back.
Rolling her eyes, Alya pushed herself from Nino's hands, ignoring his curse of protest. "Yea sure lover boy… cause you know all along. That's why Marinette had to lock us in an animal enclosure at the zoo to get us going right?"
Shrugging, Nino laughed as he threw up his hands in defeat, knowing he'd never win that argument. "I think you we should get going. We've got a long drive ahead, and only so many hours to kill of daylight."
Nodding, Alya turned to Marinette. "Where's your bag girl? Lets get loaded!"
Marinette slapped her forehead with a sigh. "I forgot it upstairs… Adrien? Give me a hand?"
Nodding, Adrien made a move for the stairs, waiting for Marinette to go in front of him. Manners aside with the common ladies first, Adrien smiled as he eyeballed the firm ass that was currently in front of him, just barely at eye level. He had to resist the urge to reach out and give her a firm swat as she wiggled in front of him as she took each step one by one.
It was true they hadn't been dating, but the blonde model could easily say he was smitten with the beauty of a woman in front of him. Their relationship had started by accident but it matured quickly, with both parties respecting the jobs and school work of each other, but making sure to stay in touch daily. It was only by accident had they actually started dating and Adrien had to laugh at the thought. Nino had invited him out to lunch with him and Alya, unaware that she had invited Marinette to double date. He knew it had been a set up when he stepped into the diner, with the lone blue haired girl sitting on one side of the bench and the couple on the other, leaving him no other options. By the shit-eating grin on Alya's face, Adrien knew what was happening and all he could do was laugh and have a seat. It was clear Marinette had no idea Adrien was joining them, as her eyes were nearly bugling out of her head, his face a bright apple red, and her forehead starting to glisten with swear. As Adrien slid into the booth, the young girl pushed her entire body into the corner of the wall, stiff as a board, eyes firmly facing forwards.
"Hey dude how you been?" Nino greeted warmly, eyeing the sweating girl to his left with a knowing smirk.
"Fine… Alya…" Adrien nodded in the grinning girl's direction.
"Hey Adrien!" She responded with a huge smirk. "Glad you could join us… we were just talking about yoo-OUCH!" Her arm dropped down to rub her shin, shooting a hateful glance across the table. "I MEANT to say you were just the topic of our conversation…."
Eyebrows raised. "Oh really? And what was this delightful conversation about, if I might ask?" He could feel the girl beside him groan, burying her face in her hands as Alya smirked.
"Just that Paris has turned from young girls in love with Adrien Agreste to smutty articles of how much of a bad boy you've become" Alya's eyebrows waggled in his direction suggestively, Adrien's face growing red. He sheepishly rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, suddenly very aware of how uncomfortable his conversation had turned. He was sure his face mirrored Marinette's in redness.
"I just was just telling Marinette that if she wants a chance at you, she better step up now. These Paris girls are thirsty." She raised her glass to take a sip to emphasize her point, a knowing smirk on her face.
"Alya stop, Marinette doesn't like me like that." Adrien frowned. "We're just really good friends."
"Friends that want to fuck sure…"
"ALYA!" Nino couldn't help but stare in shock at the bluntness of his smirking girlfriend.
Adrien had to chuckle with a shake of his head. "Okay Alya, if you say so."
"Can I get you guys going with something to eat?"
Four heads turned to see the waitress appear. Bubblegum popped annoyingly out of her mouth, as she stood, hip cocked to the side, paper and pen in her hand to take their order. Her name tag flashed the name Jules. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a tight bun high on her head, her low-rise jeans showing off a belly button ring. Her tight tank, barely fitting her, showing far too much skin. Her brown eyes flashed an uninterested look until her gaze fell on the blonde model at the table… a wide, cocky smile flashed her face.
"I'd like a coke and a hambu-"
"I'll get to you in a second…" The waitress held up a ringed finger to Nino's face, abruptly cutting his order off. "What can I get ya sugar?" Her attention was focused solely on Adrien.
"Wha…"
"Excuse me?!" Alya seethed, both hands on the table and she got ready to stand.
Clearly uncomfortable with the situation, Adrien coughed nervously into his hand. "I uh…I don't know what I want to order yet. Nino can go ahead." The gentleman part of him wanted to let it go and ignore the obvious advance. The Cat Noir side of him wanted to tell her to remove her hands and fuck off.
"I don't mind waiting." Jules cooed, putting on hand on the clearly uncomfortable boy's arm. "You take all the time you need."
"My boyfriend said he's not ready."
Thankful green eyes met blue as Marinette scooted closer to the model, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and leaning across the table. Her steel bluebell gaze met brown and Jules faltered for a second.
Holy shit she smells like vanilla and strawberry… was the only thing Adrien could think as Marinette leaded over him, her black hair tickling his nose. The sweet scent overwhelmed his scenes for a second and he had to resist leaning over to bury his nose in her silky hair for a second whiff.
"My boyfriend would also like for you to remove your hands from his arm, so the rest of the table can order." Marinette's voice was like steel… calm with an underlining threat to her tone. "If you wouldn't mind accommodating this small detail, I would REALLY appreciate it."
You could hear a pin drop at the table. Alya sat back in her seat, arms crossing with a knowing smirk on her face as she watched her best friend. Nino couldn't help but stare, clearly taken back by her sudden outburst. Adrien didn't whether to laugh or cry at how quickly… and unsuspecting… Marinettes' outburst was.
Jules, mouth opened in a sharp "o" and clearly flustered at being called out, quickly snatched her hand back. A nervous smile took over her face, a hand pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she coughed quietly. "Right um okay… uh… a coke and hamburger? Right? Fries?"
All Nino could do was nod.
"My boyfriend would also like his hamburger with cheese." Deciding to join in the torment of the waitress, Alya spoke up. "Lettuce and pickle only."
"Right uh… "
"And his girlfriend would like a club sandwich as it comes." Alya smirked as she handed over her menu. "Tea for me please."
"I want a chicken salad with a tea." Marinette's gaze didn't leave the flustered Jules as she placed her order. "Also a small soup on the side."
Jules shifted on her feet, clearing her throat. "Got it… um… everyone good?" When the table nodded, she turned to Adrien, refusing eye contact. "And you sir?" The rattle in the voice was clear.
Adrien handed over his menu. "I just want a chicken wrap, soup on the side and water with lemon."
A nervous nod, with a muttered thank you, the waitress scurried off, clearly flustered. The group waited until she disappeared in the kitchen before busting into a loud roll of laughter. The same way it appeared; the confidence Marinette grew left as quickly as it came. She let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding, quickly releasing Adrien's arm with a shaky hand. Bluebell eyes stared firmly at the ground, a muttered sorry escaping her lips.
"Wow girl…" Alya snorted, wiping the tears of laughter from her brown eyes. "I didn't know you two were dating."
Marinette squeaked as a firm hand came over, giving her knee a quick squeeze. Blue met green as Adrien made eye contact.
"Thanks Marinette… really…."
Nodding quickly, Marinette brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "It's nothing… really… I just… I HATE when people cross boundaries like that… she could tell you were uncomfortable and didn't seem to care." She gave him a pleading look, hoping he understand what she was saying.
Adrien smiled back at her, relaxing her instantly with his look. "Thank you." His was sincere, his eyes searching her face as though he was looking at her for the first time."
It was that moment Adrien saw something in the young lady he'd only seen his Ladybug. They'd been friends… best friends… for years but she had always mumbled, stuttered, and avoided any serious conversations with him. It was only until recently had her confidence seems to blossom, had Adrien gotten to know the real Marinette. How sweet of a girl she was… how much she loved her friends and family and would do anything to protect them. She was loyal to a fault, talented… and that made the already beautiful young women stunning. Adrien couldn't help but smile… she remined him so much of his lady… his Ladybug. A quick text to Nino under the table confirmed his question as his best friend smiled over at him. She was single.
Not for long… Adrien thought as he glanced over at her as food was arriving at their table. He wanted to get to know her better and maybe… just maybe… be more than friends.
Within a week they were on their first date.
A month later they were dating.
Months later they were inseparable.
Adrien laughed as they reached the top of the stairs, watching his stunning girlfriend fling open the trap door. "Easy babe, let's not break anything before we have to leave."
Smirking over her shoulder, Marinette couldn't help but roll her eyes. "You worried you won't get enough alone time with me?"
Flying across the floor, Adrien scooped her into his arms as she let out a muffled yelp of surprise. His hands instantly found the back pocket of her jeans, sticking his hands through the fabric, giving her ass a firm squeeze. His face mere centimeters from hers, he stared into her bluebell eyes… challenging her. "Please… you couldn't say no to me even if you tried."
"You sure?" She hummed, inching her lips closer to his.
He moved in closer, lips barely touching. "Baby I've never been so sure of anything in my life." His voice was low… husky and he closed the gap, lips brushing against hers. "I can't wait to have you in every position, in every way when we get there."
Marinette let out a low breath as his lips connected with hers. She could feel every inch of him on her. His muscular chest pressing into hers, one hand on the back of her jeans, the other making its way up to her hair. She could feel his fingers dip into the strands, giving her head a soft pet before gripping her locks tightly in his hands. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips at his grip as he walked them backwards until her back was flush to the wall.
His lips fought for control, pressing urgently against hers. Tongue prodding, asking for entrance she gasped against his mouth, allowing the invasion. For a brief second it was a dance of dominance before she let go, moaning deeply against his mouth. She could feel his smirk as he pressed himself against her urgently for another second before backing up quickly.
"I told you… you can't say no to me."
"You need to shut up before I make you."
"Oh?" Adrien raised an eyebrow at the still blushing woman. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"
Marinette smirked as she reached down, grabbing her bags, flinging them onto her shoulders. Blinking innocently, she purred seductively. "There are more than one pair of lips you can kiss dear."
"….."
"You're a swimmer… you can hold your breath right?"
"I… uh…"
"That's what I thought." With a satisfied hair flip, Marinette strode past the shocked man, grinning at her victory. A duffle thrown over one shoulder and a backpack resting on her shoulders, she reached for her tiny purse. She could feel the flutter of movement as Tikki settled down, the large amount of cookies satisfying the tiny genie. A firm pat to assure she had everything, Marinette strolled over to the lights, giving her boyfriend a smile. "Come on, Alya won't wait much longer."
Returning the smile, Adrien strode past her with a quick kiss to the cheek. Flipping off the lights, Marinette jogged down the steps, tossing her duffle to a waiting Nino. "Ready guys?"
"Fuck yea!" With a whoop and an air bump, Alya grabbed her friend by the arm, dragging her to the waiting car. Everything firmly buckled in, Nino behind the wheel with Alya riding shotgun, the group pulled away from the bakery, blasting music as the car pulled from the curb.
In the excitement no one noticed the dark figure hiding a few buildings down, watching the group. Sunglasses hiding dark eyes, cap pulled low, the figure couldn't help but growl.
"Soon Ladybug… soon. We will be together."
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