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I don't own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir.
My first work on this fandom and couple "Marinette/Adrien"
It was a strange day, Marinette said. However, like everything else lately. First, Chat Noir is much less punning. He only did it three times: when they met, in the middle of the fight with Akuma, and at the very end. And every time it gets worse. Second, in the three years of their partnership, she had learned to distinguish between his genuine and fake smiles. And he was flashing his fake grin all through the fight today.
And finally, third, he never, not once, touched her. Yes, she didn't particularly like him doing it, but that was their relationship, which had grown strong enough in three years for her to understand that it was just his way of being affectionate.
Not only did he not touch her once, but when she put out her fist, he recoiled.
"A cat?" The girl called out, taking a step towards her partner, starting to worry. "Everything okay?"
"Um, yes, of course, yes!" he said quickly, looking away.
"Chaton, you haven't been yourself lately," Marinette said. "Please tell me."
"No, it's not you," Adrien said quietly. – It's... it's nothing. I just need some time.
The girl didn't know why, but she decided not to back down. Although normally, she wouldn't have questioned him.
"Kitty, please," LadyBug said softly, coming up close to him and looking into his eyes, which were usually bright green, even emerald, but today they were dull. "I want to help-" she broke off, seeing the tears streaming down his cheeks. "A cat?"
Chat quickly turned away to hide his tears.
"I'm fine!" he said hoarsely.
"I can tell you're not, Kitty," Marinette called out as gently as she could, as her hand softly cupped his face, turning him to face her. " Please tell me. I just want to help you."
Noir pressed harder against her palm, seeking warmth. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt a kind touch, not empty physical contact or worse, violence. And even though it was through the cool fabric of the suit, it was a soft human touch that he hadn't had in a very longtime. But he knew it wouldn't last long. Now, in a couple of seconds, she will take her hand away and...
"Oh, Chaton," LadyBug whispered, noticing his actions. "Do you want me to hug you?"
The boy nodded silently, unable to find the strength for words. She wrapped her arms around him carefully, burying her face in his chest and placing her hands on his back. Chat placed his hands on her waist and nuzzled her hair, hoping to capture the image in his mind.
That was enough to open its internal floodgates. Tears began to flow through his closed eyes, and he burst into heavy sobs, clinging tightly to the girl as if she were his lifeline. His tail was wrapped around her waist, and his ears were pressed against her head.
Marinette sank down as the guy pulled her down. His head was buried in her neck. She stroked his back as he cried. It pained her to see her partner in such a mess.
"Oh, Chaton," she whispered, wondering what could have caused all this.
After a while, Chat calmed down, his tears becoming more infrequent before stopping altogether.
"Thank you," he said, his voice hoarse from crying.
"A hug isn't much," the girl said.
"That's true for some people," the boy said bitterly.
"Kitty," LadyBug called softly, scratching him behind the ear. "Please tell me what's wrong. And don't you dare tell me it's okay."
"I-" he began very quietly, "I'm ashamed to admit it."
"You can tell me everything," Marinette reminded him. – I won't judge you. Partners, remember?
"I-" he pressed closer to her, then spoke quickly. – "I miss the kind human touch", a sob came out of the last words.
"And there's nothing wrong with that!" The girl said urgently, hugging him. – This is normal!
"N-no!" he shook his head. "It's a sign of weakness."
"Who told you that?" LadyBug asked, dumbfounded Ladybug. – "You always held my hand unless I said otherwise!"
"My father," Chat whispered, starting to cry again. – We had a big fight, and he said I was just a whore looking for a touch… But I'm not talking about sexual interactions!
Adrien remembered their fight perfectly well, even now. His father called him into the study. Everything was going well, right up to the moment the guy offered a hug. It would seem that nothing special. But the next moment, he felt a strong heat on his cheek.
His father hit him! He couldn't believe it, and tears started to form in his eyes. He was afraid that he would get hit again.
It would have been better if he had been hit. Instead, he was given a lecture about how it's not normal to crave touch, it's pathetic. That he was like a whore when he asked for it. Agreste can't be like this. He had no right to be like this.
After that, they kicked him out and made the schedule even worse. For two weeks, he had almost no free time: school, Chinese, fencing, photo shoots, and so on. Only in the role of Chat Noir did he have at least some freedom. But every time he wanted to touch his lady to find some warmth, he would think of his father and cringe, not daring to.
Marinette growled inwardly. She's heard her partner say before that he doesn't have a very happy civilian life, but so much so that his father convinces him that wanting a soft touch is bad?! It also insults him! Right now, she wanted to find him and knock out all his teeth, or worse! How could this... this man be the father of such a kind and wonderful guy who had saved the citizens and herself multiple times? Her partner deserved all the love in the world (well, not romantic from her, she loved Adrien after all)!
While Chat was enjoying the hug, sobbing, the gears in her head started working tirelessly, wanting to find a way to help her partner. She wanted to do it with all her heart. He had lent her a helping hand so many times, but now it was her turn to take care of him.
After about ten minutes, the girl came to a decision. By this time, the guy had calmed down, although she could hear him sniffling occasionally.
"Cat, do you trust me?" Marinette asked, even though she knew the answer perfectly well.
"With all my heart, my lady," Chat replied sincerely.
"Okay," LadyBug said with a nod, pulling away. – Then please close your eyes and I'll take us to a safe place."
"To a safe place?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.
"Yes," she nodded, stroking his face as he clung to her. – You're saying you don't have enough physical contact?"
"Hmm..." he mumbled back.
— It's okay to wish for it, " she reminded him softly. – Being made to think it's something bad is not normal, " she sighed. – Well, I'll take us to a safe place. That's where I- " she blushed now.
"I don't want to inconvenience you," Adrien muttered. – I'm pretty sure you have other things to do.
"No," Marinette said firmly. – Right now, I only have one important thing to do, and that's you. And I'm not going to leave you. We are partners, and partners help each other.
"Okay," Chat nodded.
When they got to their feet, the boy obediently closed his eyes. When LadyBug was about to pick him up, he opened his eyes in shock.
"Um... not that I mind, but what's the point?" he asked awkwardly.
"The safe place is my home," she clarified. "Now, please don't look."
"I will not fail you, my lady," Adrien promised.
When the girl picked up her partner in her arms, it was extremely uncomfortable. So, she quickly let go of him and just wrapped her arms around his waist. The boy snuggled up to her. It was still quite uncomfortable due to their height difference, but she didn't know how else to get him to her house.
"Hold on, Kitty," Marinette warned, then dropped her yo-yo and they started moving.
Adrien definitely had the urge to open his eyes and find out where his lady lived and who she was. Who is hiding behind this mask? However, he was sure that the difference between her superhero and civilian persona was minimal. Not like his. Two completely different characters.
But he didn't dare open his eyelids even slightly. His lady was the brightest part of his life, and he wasn't going to lose that just because of his curiosity.
As he pondered this, they seemed to have reached their final destination. They got to their feet, stopping moving.
"Let's go inside," Marinette suggested, taking his hand and pulling him along.
Five minutes later, they were standing in the middle of her room, still holding hands. The girl scanned the floor for things lying around so they wouldn't trip. After that, she looked at her partner. His eyes were red, and there were trails of dried tears on his cheeks. The tail was beating slightly nervously on the floor, and the ears were still pressed to the head.
LadyBug intertwined their fingers, then whispered, closing her eyes.
- Spots off.
"Claws in," Chat also whispered.
They were reincarnated in their civilian clothes, freeing kwami. Tikki and Plagg decided to leave them alone, so as not to make the situation any more awkward. The Kwami of Destruction knew that his kitten needed it.
"Я Can I take off my shirt?" - the guy asked quietly, afraid to scare off the moment.
"Whatever you need, Kitty," the girl said, releasing him.
A second later, she heard the clothes in question fall to the floor. She came up with the idea of "skin to skin", so she also started to remove her top, but before she could fully remove it, she was caught by the wrist.
"You don't have to do this just because I did," Adrien said.
"Don't worry about it, I don't mind," Marinette clarified, and then she took off her top anyway, leaving her in a blue bra.
She reached out and began to slide her fingertips along his forearm, her free hand entwining with his. Her touch was soft and light as feathers.
"Can I give you a hug?" the boy whispered.
Instead of answering, she came close to him and hugged him, placing her ear just above his heart and her hands on his stomach, feeling his abs.
Then she put her hands on his face, tracing the outline of it with her fingertips, her index fingers tracing his brows several times, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones and cheeks. She ran the same thumb softly over his lips, feeling his breath, but then flinched slightly when he took her wrist to kiss the palm of her hand.
Chat stifled a moan as she pressed her entire body against him a little later: chest to chest, stomach to stomach, hips to hips. He could feel her every curve. The skin-to-skin contact was insanely pleasant, and her touch practically burned him. He could hear his heart beating fast, almost jumping out of his chest. My breath caught in my throat, and my legs began to shake.
You moan at the mere touch. Like a real whore. You're pathetic. That's what his father would say.
Adrian shook his head firmly, dismissing him from his thoughts. He wouldn't let his father ruin this moment. He'd finally gotten what he'd wanted for so long and wasn't going to give it up.
So, he snuggled closer to her, wrapping his arms around the small of her back. Her skin was so soft, so soft, and so warm. Part of him wanted more, but he didn't dare ask, afraid that he was already asking too much.
"It's all right, Chaton," she whispered, as if sensing his dilemma. – I'm here for you.
After getting permission, Adrien slowly ran his hands down her spine, feeling each vertebra. When she didn't show any dissatisfaction, he decided to continue. He began to run his hands over the skin of her back, feeling the softness and suppleness. Every mole, every hollow and curve reminded him that this was not just a girl, but his partner. And it was perfect.
As an answer, Marinette decided to do the same. She began to run her hands gently over his shoulders and back, tracing the strong muscles of his body. She knew that her partner was athletic and muscular, but it was one thing to see his muscles, and quite another to touch and massage them. She also felt that there were small scars and rough spots on his back – after all, his "heroism" in front of her and for her did not pass by, leaving a trace of pain.
The guy was melting from the physical contact, and his brain couldn't work properly, as most of it was focused on the touch of his lady.
He moved his hands into her hair, feeling the softness of it. He nuzzled them, inhaling the scent of fresh bread and lavender. Because of that smell, he always had the assumption that she lived in a bakery, but he didn't dare ask, knowing that she would find the question too personal. But he loved it. A little later, he pulled out her hair bands, loosening them, and I follow my fingers all the way to the tips. They came up to her shoulders, even a little lower. The guy was massaging her head, running his fingers over it. At one point, he brushed her ears and thought she was going to tell him to take his hands off, but no. So, he covered her ears with his hands, feeling them. The slightly cool metal of the earrings was a sharp contrast to her warm skin.
Then he moved to the back of her neck, cupping it carefully so as not to hurt her. He found the fuzz where her hair began.
Adrien moved to his shoulders, massaging them. There was a soft moan from the girl that sounded more like pleasure. He could feel the straps of her bra under his fingers.
Marinette blushed as she moaned slightly at Chat's actions. She moved her hands to his chest, feeling how fast his heart was beating, not doubting that hers was the same. She turned her palms so that her fingers were touching his ribs, starting to gradually lower them down, eventually stopping at his abs. She even accidentally found a thin line of hair that went under his trousers.
After a while, the girl began to take careful steps back toward her unmade bed. When she brushed the bed, she sat down on it, still holding the Chat.
"My Lady, what-"
"Shhh," she hissed softly, letting go, but now holding his hand. "Come here. It's all good."
She lay down on the bed, and then her partner sat down next to her. He hid his face with the blush on her neck but didn't dare put his hands anywhere. Marinette realized this, as she lightly took hold of his wrists to put his hand on her stomach. Then she ran her fingers through his hair, scratching lightly with her nails, and placed her other hand on his shoulder blades.
Adrien immediately blushed at her actions. He slowly ran his hand over her slender stomach, ощущая, feeling that there wasn't an ounce of extra fat under her skin. Her stomach was also so warm and soft...
In the next second, Marinette realized that her partner's head, which had been at her neck, was now at her hips, and his face was buried in her stomach. She blushed deeply as the whole situation dawned on her. Right now, she was in bed with her partner, both of them stripped from the waist up, and he was lying on her stomach. It was... very intimate. She reached out and scratched behind his ear, or rather where it should have been when he was transformed.
Still, the girl couldn't help but smile. She got exactly the results she wanted. Chat was completely calm, and he didn't sob once. In the beginning, when she had suggested it, she had been very hesitant, but now she was glad that she hadn't turned it down. Her partner needed it. Maybe he was a little и afraid to touch her in the first few minutes, but she helped him understand that this is for him...
Ahhhh, she definitely shouldn't think in that direction, because her thoughts are drawn to his father. Or rather, the half-father that she really wanted to beat up. Tikki probably wouldn't have been too happy, but she didn't care. Her partner was hurt because of his father. And she had to...
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when she first felt and then heard Chaton begin to purr. For the first few seconds, Marinette was in a bit of shock, as she hadn't expected him to start doing this. Yes, she had heard him purr when he was transformed. But in civilian form? Was this even possible? However, apparently, it is possible. But then she will definitely ask about it.
She flinched as Chat's fingers brushed her side and thighs several times, as if he were scratching a sleeping place with his claws like a real cat. After a couple of minutes, he calmed down, and his breathing slowed significantly. His hands remained gently resting on her hips. It vibrated all over her body, from her stomach and thighs to the top of her head and toes. It didn't help that his breath was brushing against her skin.
Okay, let him sleep here for a little while, Marinette decided, plumping up her pillow as best she could. "He definitely needs a rest after all this. And then we'll transform back and go our separate ways."
Unconsciously, almost asleep, she так pulled the blanket over them so that Chat's head poked out from under it. Her hand was still in his hair.
So, she fell asleep.