LEMONY LEMON/ SMUT UP AHEAD ahaha im not even sorry.

He was hungry.

As usual, Chat Noir was hungry, and no amount of food was going to satisfy him. At least, not tonight. There was only one thing he needed. As the time passed, as each second ticked by noisily, the burning in his stomach grew and grew. The city stretched out in a blanket of blinking lights as Chat sat, perched on top of a billboard that sported his face. He knew the way to his antidote, And could take himself to her front door in his sleep. Chat needed to get there quick- she would understand. She would help him. She had to help him.

This wouldn't be the first time, this agreement between them.

It had been hard for Chat at first, but then it became easier. Easier for him to understand the need he felt, the want that often woke him up from his sleep with an aching chest and an aching body. A body aching for something he couldn't have. A body aching for something he knew he would ask for.

A body aching for something he knew he would receive. A body aching for her.

The roof-top run to her house was relatively short. The burning was particularly bad today. When he reached her window, he wasn't even surprised to see the light on, Marinette buried somewhere under her blankets, probably waiting for him. At the thought of her, his chest burned and his fingers twitched forward to the unlocked door. The slight sound of the door sliding caused a shifting from under those pink blankets. Moments later, her familiar face peeked up at him.

"Hi," her voice was muffled behind her covers.

"Hi," Chat stood a small distance away from the bed, cautious.

"What're you doing, roaming the city at this time of night?" Marinette slowly pulled herself up into a sitting position, legs crossing under covers.

"Couldn't sleep," He runs a clawed hand through his tousled hair. "Again."

This was the third time this week that he had come to her. She knows exactly what he needs. She was even waiting up for him, dressed for the meeting in a thin, red slip. The hero knew a significant amount about fabrics and guessed it was satin, designed and hand sewn by Marinette herself. Her hair looked like it was just randomly tied up, but Adrien knew she probably spent a good half hour trying to perfect the messy bun.

The few blue-black strands that fell around her face gave her eyes a sultry look against her peachy, freckled skin, glowing in the lamp light. Her bluebell eyes.

They were framed with lashes that brushed her cheeks when she blinked. She blinked slowly, knowing that he was studying her.

"Neither could I," Marinette let one shoulder drop slightly, making the skinny strap slip off. Adrien's eyes were drawn to the skin by her collarbones, the way the light of her lamp hit just so that a shadow fell across the tops, defining them. His fingers itched to feel the smoothness of her skin.

"This is the third time this week," The boy stepped toward the bed. "it's become a habit."

Marinette leaned forward. "Good or bad?" she asked, voice low. Her slip had dipped downward with that move, and a shadow covered her. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Adrien was close enough now to reach out and touch her.

"You decide," he muttered, trailing a finger along the side of her face. The girl looked up at him through eyes so familiar, yet so different on nights like these.

"Gladly," She replies.

Chat never could put a finger on what changed in both himself and Marinette at night, and he couldn't decide if he liked it or not. Well, sure he felt good by the end of the night, but he didn't know if he was doing the right thing.

No, obviously not. Marinette is his classmate, his first real friend. If she knew that Adrien was the one beneath the mask, how would she react? If she knew it was the same sweet, shy boy from class, who kept her company all through the night, would she ever see him the same way? Did Adrien want her to keep seeing him as Chat Noir?

Marinette reached up with gentle fingers and touched Adrien's mask, and he knew she was silently trying to map an image of his face. Her eyes studied his features and she leaned closer, pressing her body up against him.

"last time for the week," she whispered, lips close to his own. "one last time."

And suddenly it was as if someone else took control of Adrien. Maybe it was Chat Noir clawing his way to the surface, and Adrien slipped away one last time. He took Marinette's face in his hands and firmly pressed their lips together.

Adrien loved it, the way she melted into him immediately. The way her hands pushed their way into his hair, and her fingers pulled at the locks. He loved the way their bodies fit so perfectly together, like pieces of a puzzle.

Maybe he even loved her.

As the thought crossed his mind, Adrien stopped kissing Marinette. This was always the problem- he loved his Ladybug unconditionally, but what place did Marinette hold in his heart? Was she just someone who kept him warm, or is this burning passion a result of something more? He didn't know.

"what's wrong?" Marinette looked into his eyes, concern clouding her own sky blue ones. "Are you feeling sick?"

"No, no," Adrien shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. "Sorry. I just... had a long day."

Marinette sat back and offered a gentle smile. "Yeah, I figured. You're a little more stiff than usual tonight. Is there anything you want to talk about?"

No. Nothing to talk about. "I didn't come here to talk," When he saw her smile falter and eyebrows twitch together, he added, "Its not important, really. It's nothing."

The smile returned to Marinette's lips, although not as genuine. As she spoke, it turned into a sultry grin. "Then what are you doing here, Chat Noir?"

The way she said his name- her voice sent a jolt down his body, awakening something that lay dormant. "Here's a hint," Adrien moved up close to her, leaning against her knees. "You."

Once again, he closed the gap between them, pushing her down onto the bed by her shoulders. He climbed on above her, pulling at her lower lip. Marinette let a small hum vibrate from her throat and wrapped her arms around the boy's neck. The bed creaked slightly as they moved to the middle, allowing room for what (or who) was to come.

Adrien pulled back long enough to take a quick breath of air and dipped back down, aiming for Marinette's pale neck. Her body responded immediately even to the lightest of touches from him- and vice versa. At this point, they basically had their bodies trained from the routine. Marinette hooked her leg around his hip, pressing him closer against her. Adrien noticed that her slip had shifted up and was now in folds over her stomach.

"Where're your parents?" Adrien muttered, kissing a trail along her neck.

"Downstairs," Marinette replied, biting her lower lip as her sensitive skin was tugged.

"They can hear us," he used one hand to pull Marinette's arm from around his neck and pin it above her head.

"Only if we get too loud," She reminded him breathlessly.

"That's too bad," Adrien said with a sigh, dotting his tongue over her collarbone and eliciting a short moan from her. "I would've liked to hear you-"

"Shut up," she hissed, voice full with the same hunger for Chat Noir as he had for her.

He grinned, moving his hands to the hem of the satin fabric. "Off this goes."

As the piece of clothing was discarded onto the floor, Adrien took a moment to take in the naked girl under him. "Beautiful," he murmured. Marinette really was, but for some reason the only face that repeatedly flashed in his mind was his Ladybug's. It wasn't fair. Here he was, trying to satisfy himself with something Ladybug refused to give him, and she was all he could think about.

But, does that mean he was just using Marinette? Had he become so desperate that he was using her for the satisfaction and pleasure she offered? Did he not have any feelings at all for her? He must have some attraction to her, otherwise he wouldn't keep coming back every day. Right?

"Why do you keep stopping?" Marinette breathed, growing impatient. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She was getting annoyed with him, he knew it. For pushing her so close to the edge and then pulling her back.

"I was just wondering where to start," Adrien flashed a cheeky grin. "But I guess every part of my Princess is delicious."

Marinette seemed pleased by this. "You guess? You don't know, not even after all these days?"

"Sorry," Adrien positioned himself over her thighs and winked. "I like to think of each time as the first."

Before Marinette could reply, he took both of her thighs in his hands and pushed them apart, eyeing the slashes across her skin where the light from the streets shone. He leaned down to touch his lips against the lines, counting each.

"One," he murmurs, kissing the line of light right over her knee. Marinette held her breath in anticipation.

"Two," he moved up to the one on the middle of her thigh. She hummed; he was getting closer to the one place she needed him to touch.

"Three," Adrien whispered before setting his lips gently over the final slash of pale light, against her soaked center, Marinette's shudder of pleasure reverberated through his own body and he tasted the sweet taste of her.

He brought his lips away and placed them back, kissing the pink of her core, delicately moving his tongue over her as he had so many times before. Marinette pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, holding back the moan she so desperately wanted to let out. That Adrien so desperately needed to hear. Moving his head up, he planted small kisses around her naval, replacing his mouth with a gloved finger. His claws wouldn't do damage, not unless he wanted them to. And he would never. He held a steady pace, taking moments to rub her pink clit in small circles. He pushed one finger in, then two, licking the salty skin of her abdomen.

"Chat-" Marinette moaned, voice struggling to be kept a whisper. His bulge was straining against the suit.

"Shh," he replied, kissing his way up her stomach, feeling each and every toned muscle twitch under his touch. He couldn't keep this up much longer.

Marinette's fingers pressed against his neck, finding their way to the bell at his throat. As Adrien brought himself up higher, she tugged down, sliding the bell all the way down, to his hips. In one smooth movement, Adrien slipped out of his suit and straddled her, his length pressing against her.

"C-Chat!" Marinette gasped, grasping his shoulders. She was coming apart right underneath him. He knew what she wanted- it was the same as what he needed.

So he gave in to her. Slowly, Adrien pressed himself into her, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip. His hips moved back and forth, matching the rhythm of her breathing. Her hands curled into his hair, his lips found their way to hers once again. The taste of her mouth was the same as Ladybug's. The way she touched him sent shivers down his spine. Ladybug's voice rang in his ears every time Marinette gasped his name. Yet, he had no choice but to clear his mind of the masked hero and focus on the beauty in front of him. He had to give her everything in him, he had to give his all. It wouldn't be fair to her otherwise.

Slowly, he brought himself out and thrust back in, feeling her slick walls close around him. She moaned as Adrien divided his attention between the two buds on her breasts, tongue expertly flicking back and forth, teeth gently nipping and grazing the sensitive skin. Her hands pressed flat against the small of his back, holding him deep inside of her. Every movement had him seeing stars in front of his eyes, above her head, across her gleaming body.

He did love Marinette. More than words could explain. So, he had to channel his love, and show her. With every thrust into her, Adrien gained a piece of himself. He began to unravel her.

And in that moment it was only her heavenly expression in his mind. Only her touch burning his skin. Only her voice ringing clear in his ears. The only thought he had was of her, his Marinette.

In that split second, as his name left her lips in a deep sigh, as her name slipped over his tongue, as their hearts beat one against the other, Adrien found himself undone once again.