A/N: ...I just wanted to write something juicy. Okay? Mmhm? ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
All of the canon events that has happened in the show also happens here except for Miracle Queen and Heart Hunter. So basically Maître Fu is still around being Guardian, the love square is still crazy about each other, no messy love triangles and the lads are now in Lycée (obviously aged up basically). You can choose whatever age you want idiot one and idiot two to be in your head cos I know age of consent laws are much different in the West compared to Europe (it's 16 where I live but man I still got called derogatory things about it lmao).
So without further ado, enjoy~
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Immediately when the corner of Chat Noir's mask started to crumble at the touch of Ladybug's thumb, the latter snatched her hand back like it's been burnt by hot iron and gawked incredulously. The heroine ignored the way her partner shot his eyebrows up in confusion as the mask magically glued itself back to the tan skin.
Like it was never budged from the start.
What just happened?
"My...My Lady?" Chat reached for Ladybug with a hesitant clawed hand, barely grazing her arm but froze in place politely without grasping the appendage. "What's wrong?" He pressed again.
Gulping and silently cursing her heart to stop panicking and calm the sudden rush of adrenaline, Ladybug stepped back into his space, narrowing her eyes at the base of his mask.
"It almost came off...your...your mask." She answered. "As soon as I touched it, it started to come apart." Ladybug reached for Chat's cheek again, searching his eyes for approval and any signs of doubt. When the hero beckoned her to try again without a word, Ladybug gently grazed his cheek.
The little 'o' of her mouth widened as the parts of the mask beneath her fingers started to disintegrate like a slow cataclysm, revealing skin that she has never seen on her partner's face before. She quickly removed her digits and turned around before his identity could be compromised and glowered at her hands.
She had to swallow down the traitorous glee and curiousity that travelled up her throat as the image of Chat's forbidden face under the mask burned in her brain.
What kind of new, sick power is this?
Why now!?
"You can turn around. I think the mask is back to normal again," Without missing a beat, Ladybug obeyed and her pout deepened at the now pristine, normal domino mask on Chat's face. The teen himself was scratching his head in befuddlement, wracking his brain for any reasonable explanation for this.
The duo were simply relaxing after their night patrol, taking advantage of the little freedom they had to let loose and relax after the relentless weeks of non-stop akuma attacks and endless piles of homework.
'So why did his mask suddenly try to come off right now?!' Ladybug hissed internally and her heart rate began to pick up as overlapping thoughts and scenarios plagued her mind. She almost didn't hear or feel Chat Noir when he called for her attention and even went as far as clutching her shoulders to snap her out of her daze.
"Sorry, what was that?" Her question was met with an endearing sigh from the taller teen, his head shook and his lips quirked up in a small smile. An indication of how amused he was by her antics.
He shouldn't have looked so hot whilst doing that either. Stupid cat...
"I asked if I could see if the same happens to your mask? When I touch it?"
A request.
One that fired up her brain for the umpteenth time, defaulting in her limbs itching to swing away from her partner as fast as she could. A feeling that has never failed to surface whenever the sensitive topics related to their identities and masks were touched. Yet, her heart argued otherwise and the overwhelming feelings of trust and beliefs that she had in Chat Noir silenced the cowardly demons inside, resulting in Ladybug stilling on the spot for the boy.
Noir gulped audibly, not bothering to hide his boyish excitement and leaned down so that he had better access to his Lady's face. The urge to just spread his hands all over her mask in order to reveal her to him was so strong but not as strong as his love and respect for the girl. With rare sensibility, Chat caressed the corner of her mask, closer to her eye.
He wasn't prepared for the glittering lights that bloomed under is fingertips as soon as they made contact with the magical material, slowly eroding the mask. By habit, Chat looked away until Ladybug deemed that it was safe for him to turn around again.
The sound of his heart pumping at lightning speed was the only thing that rang in the cat's ears, almost warping his Lady's voice as she questioned him.
"It's the same for you too, isn't it? What...why is this happening?"
"Heh. You're the brains, not me, Bug." His quip was met with a jesting elbow to his side, easing out the tension between them.
"Certainly that's true," Chat's faux ears drooped pitifully at Ladybug's smug look. "But from time to time, you can be a clever kitty." Ladybug couldn't help but flick his golden bell, a softer smile now present on her lips which only grew at the flicker of bashfulness that Chat displayed before he covered it up by looking away and itching the back of his neck by habit.
A habit which Ladybug almost swore that she saw before elsewhere for the umpteenth time...
"Keep up with the flattery and you'll spoil me, My Lady." The older teen settled down his nerves, bringing back his flirtatious side and brought one of Ladybug's hand to his lips to deliver a kiss. His smirk widened when she fondly rolled her eyes but didn't attempt to rip her hand out of his grasps.
She really was being sweet with him tonight.
And he was going to savour every last moment like a parched cat chasing the last drop of water in the desert.
"So you really have no idea of why we can pretty much take each other's masks off then?" Thanks to years of combat and partnership with Ladybug, Chat was more than able to pick up the desperate undertones hidden in her question.
"Sorry...I don't think I have a clue."
"It's fine..."
"Maybe our miraculous is glitching?" That only gained him an amused brow from his Lady.
"I sure hope not. Imagine if an akuma attacks now and we end up touching each other's masks without realising? It's bye bye to secret identities and hello to Le Papillon invading our homes." Ladybug finally slipped her hand out of Chat's grip, pacing on the beam they were perched on of the Eiffel Tower. "And what if that's not the extent of 'the glitch' you say? What if touching other parts of the suit caused it to magically disappear too? That would be a disaster!"
Ladybug was starting to spiral once more.
Good thing Chat Noir knew how to get her out of it.
"Well, I'd hope that we're not going commando under the suit, no?" It took everything for Chat to not laugh out loud at the way Ladybug comically froze on the spot, face almost as red as her suit whilst a flustered whine escaped her throat. The hero then gave up on holding back and burst out laughing, the ferocity of Ladybug's death glare directed at him only caused him to guffaw louder.
Yet, her terrible, filthy mind couldn't help but wonder what was underneath all that magical leather and belt. What sort of juicy treasures would she find? What would his skin taste like-
"Not. Funny." Ladybug couldn't help but cross her arms over her chest self-consciously, fuming at her ridiculous partner who was trying to gasp for air and then falling back into laughter again. "Keep laughing and I'll tie you up at the top of the tower and leave you there to rot." Thankfully, that got the cat's attention. Quickly scurrying back up to his full height, clearing his throat, Chat smiled apologetically.
"Come on, don't be so mean~"
"You thought that was mean? You are yet to see what I have left in store for you, Minou..."
"And I think you're being a touch bit TMI with someone who you've yet to take on a date- EY!? OOF! OW! MY LADY!?"
The rest of the evening was spent with an irritated Ladybug chasing a petrified Chat Noir across Paris, the discovery of taking each other's masks off was a hurdle they mutually decided to tackle in the future.
Alya had a field night recording Chat's misery as he was mercilessly destroyed by Ladybug's yo-yo.
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"You are joking, right? Tikki?"
"Nope."
"This has to be some sort of kwami prank!? Right!?"
"Marinette..."
"Tikki!?"
"...Marinette..."
The distraught Asian collapsed on her computer chair, spinning around lifelessly as she mulled over the answers to yesterday night's patrol. No wonder Tikki decided to tell her after school. She wouldn't have slept at all if she knew the night prior! She doubted that she would sleep tonight either now!
"This. Is. A. Disaster." The girl bumped her head against the desk after every word in typical Marinette fashion yet Tikki watched with an aged sigh. The little kwami has grown accustomed to her host's daily meltdowns.
Though to be fair, this new wedge of information that's decided to force itself into her life justified Marinette's current mood and had Tikki been in her place, she would have had a similar reaction.
"This isn't a disaster Marinette, this is growth. It is a beautiful thing! The fact that you both trust and love each other so much to the point where you can erase each other's masks at will is something I have never seen in my lifetime. And I have lived since the beginning." Tikki's smile turned into a motherly one, hugging Marinette's fingers to her nimble body as her eyes shone with pride and happiness.
"I...Ehm- that's really something," Marinette stroked the little Goddess' forehead and smiled softly. "So to summarise, the reason that we can take each other's masks off is because we trust each other so much, right?"
"You know there's so much more to that Marinette,"
"Ugh...and also because we both subconsciously want to know who the other is so strongly that we can taste it?"
"A-aaaand?"
"And? And what? What did I miss?"
"Oh? Did I not mention it?"
"I don't think so?" Marinette's query was met with a sheepish smile from Tikki, the little being floated upwards with an awkward laugh. Usually, what followed after that laugh was a huge whiplash in the mind for Marinette in the past. The raven haired teen now dreaded what was to come next from the kwami's mouth.
"Lastly, you both have a very strong idea of who's behind the mask and your love for each other is very strong." Tikki placed a hand on Marinette's chin and then tilted it to a certain direction.
The direction was towards a small, lone, framed photo by the bedside, a selfie of Marinette and... Adrien.
"Your suspicions were true all along, Marinette."
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In the master bedroom downstairs, Tom and Sabine shot their heads towards the ceiling as a muffled scream was heard from their daughter's bedroom. The husband and wife merely shook their heads with a tired sigh.
"If it's because of Adrien Agreste, you're helping me make dumplings tomorrow for dinner." Sabine winked.
"Now see here ma cherie, she's definitely screaming about Chat Noir this time. I can feel it. If I'm right, you have no choice but to join me in a gaming marathon all night~" Tom retorted.
Neither were expecting their daughter to rasp out that it was both boys that were driving her mad.
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It was already Mercredi, two nights after finding out about the mystery behind the disappearing masksand the young designer still refused to acknowledge the elephant in the room. In fact, she should have been crowned a queen for being an absolute expert in avoiding said elephant.
Despite a certain blonde haired kitten who tried his utmost hardest to get her attention or get her alone so that they can talk it out, Marinette was extremely evasive and quick to run away.
Like a cat and mouse.
It was almost comical really. Especially the fact that Marinette has donned the mouse miraculous in the past whilst Adrien still holds the mantle of the black cat (and even the snake at one point). Plus, Alya and Nino found it very fun to watch the determined model chase after the runaway designer and documented every last second of it.
The examples of their shenanigans included: Marinette speeding inside the classroom in the mornings with Adrien hot at her heels only to cower at their form tutor who gives the most terrifying, dirty looks ever and causing him to sit in his seat with a defeated sigh.
During P.E, the class was meant to do some laps as a warm up but it ended up into them becoming the audience and cheering the iconic duo on as they sprinted- the girl in the lead with the boy trying his utmost best to catch her.
Adrien's bad luck backfired on him, causing him to skid and trip into a bush, much to his humiliation. What did Marinette do instead of helping him out? She pulled a silly face at him and ran away.
Regardless, the girl was a fool for thinking that the ruse would have gone on for much longer, evident by a hand slamming against her locker, barricading her way. Marinette couldn't help but let out an unintelligible squawk, irises constricting as she recognised the silver band that wrapped around the middle finger of the tan hand.
Not wanting to test fate, the girl immediately tried to run the other way only to have another hand slam against the locker, pinning her in place and face to face with a beautiful but irritated set of eyes that pierced through her very being.
'Shit...he looks so stupidly hot like that and now I can't stop thinking about wanting him to ravage me like no tomorrow- eek! I shouldn't be thinking about that right now!' Marinette panicked internally, plastering a smile faker than Chloe's tan and pretending that the boy's face before her wasn't even a breath away from her lips. 'Mon Dieu he smells so good...'
The blonde teen didn't even twitch an eyebrow or move an inch.
"H-Hey there Adrien!" Marinette almost bit her tongue out of spite. How could she have stammered? She hasn't flailed around with her words and sentences for a good while! Why now!? "What's...ehem- hehe...what's up~?" She pursed her lips cutely, fluttering her eyelashes and almost fist pumped the air victoriously when Adrien's face twitched.
Thankfully not as mad as the front he put up.
"How much longer are you going to keep avoiding it, Princesse?" Quick to address the elephant in the room, Adrien leaned closer to his beau, eyes narrowing in annoyance and muscles tensing. Quite similar to a cat readying itself to pounce on its prey. That should have not sounded so attractive to her right now.
'Those are some really tasty guns there. Bon appétit~!' Marinette bit her bottom lip, looking away from his built arms and cursing the blood that rushed to her cheeks. No doubt that she looked like a flustered, thirsty teen.
She could finally talk about the situation instead of running away.
She's freaking Ladybug for crying out loud!
Finding a solution to every puzzle and problem and taking everything with a stride is what she does on a daily fucking basis!
Even Marinette Dupain-Cheng incorporates these very same skills in her everyday life!
Except for this.
This very thing has thrown her off the loop and she needed time to reboot her system.
Time which Adrien has not-so-patiently given her.
"Avoiding what?" She answered innocently. The Ladybug on her right shoulder was probably throttling the Marinette on her left shoulder but the girl paid no mind, pretending to ignore the way that Adrien's lips kept themselves strained.
She's kissed those lips a good few times too, now that she's noticed.
"You're joking right? Huh?" Agreste's voice was nothing but husky, breathy music to the ebony haired girl. The sound of her erratic heartbeat almost deafened her but the cat only grew closer.
His chest was against hers now.
The feeling of his slim but toned chest against her soft, sensitive breasts sent electrifying pulses throughout her body and weakened her knees. An exhilarating rush that swept her off her feet which made the feelings in the past for him pale in comparison. She wondered if he felt the same too.
The way Adrien eyed her lips and then flickered back to her eyes again made her think so.
"Shouldn't you be getting home?" Marinette tested his patience with her nonchalance. She absolutely, definitely, positively did not shiver in delight when his hot breath hit her face after his sharp exhale. "I'm pretty sure your driver wouldn't appreciate it if you were late,"
"That's the least of my concerns." His lips were brushing hers now as he spoke, the sexual tension simply rose as he pressed his knee between her legs. The friction between there almost had the girl drool in delight. Her libido thanked the heavens that she wore a skirt to school hence why she was able to feel everything. "Now what I want to know is why the heck you have been avoiding me for the past few days, My Lady." Damn- he pretty much tossed the elephant away. "You know I know, I know you know, and we both definitely know that our feelings are mutual. We could have had a nice conversation on a rooftop somewhere or maybe in a cafe days ago but no- you flee the moment you sense me."
'No wonder he's fucking using his physical assets against me! He knows how much of an effect he has on me. That's not fair at all!' Marinette's pout grew whilst Adrien's lips started to upturn into a smirk.
"I wasn't running away from you," Marinette's fib gained her a deadpanned expression from the model. "I was simply- hehe- just- erm...TESTING YOU! Yes. I was testing you." Adrien's expression turned to annoyance and irritation. Marinette was starting to get on his nerves now. "Can we talk about it later, please?"
"Later when? After more days of avoiding me? Is it gonna be like collège all over again where you'd run away every time I was near? Cos I'm gonna be blunt- that shit stung like hell. It just made me think you despised me." The hurt in his tone was like being doused in icy water and Marinette was quick to cup his cheeks with determination to rid his doubts and sorrows.
Even if her thirst still pulsed in the pits of her stomach.
"Adrien no! Listen, I didn't mean to hurt you. Even back then! I just...my feelings for you were so sudden and strong that I didn't know how to handle them for a while, for years! And just as I managed to get it under control, I realised I fell for my silly, stupidly amazing partner who never knows when to shut up. Now, turns out that my hopes and wishes and suspicions of you both being the same person was true all along and it was just too much..." She rubbed his cheek with her thumb, smiling sweetly as he gaped with awe.
Marinette carried on whispering. "When I look at you now, my heart feels like it's going to leap out of my throat and explode. My words start to jumble and mess up in my head before I can say them. I feel so scarily much for you that I can't help but run and hide. This isn't a logical or straightforward thing for me where I can easily work out what to do. I have so much to say, so much to show but I find it so hard to portray it the way you deserve, Adrien..."
Her love for the boy overwhelmed her to the point where tears started to gather in her eyes and Marinette started to sniffle, closing her eyes so that she can gather herself back again.
She didn't expect a hand tilting her chin upwards and a thumb pulling her bottom lip away from her teeth.
"I understand...I understand it all, I feel the same too." Adrien smiled so softly and his eyes glittered like gems. He leaned his forehead against hers and grinned. "Damn...now you've left me speechless, Marinette."
The pair shared a giggle, hands finding each other's and entwining, noses brushing against the other and breaths intermingling with each other.
"I'm sorry that I'm such a mess," Marinette's apology was met with a sweet kiss on the cheek and a playful tut of disapproval.
"Why are you apologising? You're perfect the way you are. I'm sorry for pushing and being a bit of a prick." His chuckles grew louder when Marinette nipped his jaw.
"Yeah, you better be sorry, hot stuff." Marinette's teasing smirk was wiped off and replaced with a quiet gasp at the gentle nudge of Adrien's knee between her hips. He repeated the action again and again, hands pushing hers against the locker door and eyes peering intently into her sky blue orbs.
A ghost of a devilish grin rested on his lips as he watched her reactions with a slight sadistic glee.
"I feel like you're hiding something else from me. Something that you're not willing to share..." Adrien pressed his body against hers, trailing his lips from her jaw to the back of her ear and licked the sensitive spot. This time, Marinette gasped audibly, forcing her to bite her lip again to keep down any noises that dared to escape her throat from the pleasure. "I wasn't blind to the bedroom eyes you gave me when you thought I wasn't looking,"
He grazed his teeth against the soft, delicate skin and then applied a tender, open mouth kiss to soothe the sting, intensifying the coils of pleasure that started to unravel itself beneath Marinette's stomach.
"Do tell, please," He purred sinfully in her ear. Just his words on its own almost caused Marinette to become undone on the spot and melt.
Any rational thoughts and feelings inside Marinette simply turned into a useless puddle of goo and only one dominant feeling ricocheted within the walls of her body as the hot and heavy tension amplified by tenfold.
'I want to fuck you, you damn cat.' The unsaid words were thrown away as Marinette launched her lips against Adrien's.
The boy's eyes widened at the sudden, burning hot but supple lips upon his for a split second and then dropped closed, reciprocating the kiss with much gusto, digging one hand through Marinette's dark locks and running the other down her back, bringing her closer to him so that there wasn't even a millimetre of air between them.
Like the selfish, greedy side of his alter ego, Adrien tilted his head and kissed the girl deeper, parting her swollen lips with his experimentally so that his tongue can slip inside and bring them closer. As far as he could remember, this was his first, proper kiss and he intended to milk out as much as he possibly could from it to make up for the two forgotten kisses in the past with her (as well as the failed ones during Nino's film and the wax statue incident during collège).
He tasted like mint and the fresh, crisp, autumn air. She tasted like vanilla and warm, sweet, bakery goodness. The flavour fired up Adrien's primal, dark desires and he clutched the girl tighter in order to keep himself from going too fast.
Marinette's fingers tangled with the front of his shirt, trying her best to keep up with the clumsy, sloppy but passionate kiss, creasing the fabric as she strained on her toes to keep her lips glued with his. Adrien exhaled through his nose and grunted at the sharp but pleasant sting on his bottom lip.
One of his eyes opened, revealing a gleaming crescent of emerald, only to darken at the coy smirk on his lover's lips.
Two could play on the biting game.
His hands slipped under her shirt, earning a delighted squeak from her and he sucked her bottom lip before grazing his teeth with it. The sharp breath she let out was a win in his books and he directed his lips to the junction between her neck and shoulder, pushing her against the locker and sucked on the saccharine yet salty flesh hard.
"A-A-Adrien...mmm..." Marinette was in cloud nine and her heated cheeks probably resembled raspberries at this rate but she didn't care. She didn't care one bit, focusing on the way the delicious sting of the hickeys left on her skin was licked and kissed away hungrily by her Chaton, her Prince.
His hands still wondered on the uncharted territories of her stomach, fingers grazing the band of her bra whilst he pressed his crotch against hers.
He wanted to touch her more.
He wanted to explore more.
He wanted to devour her.
Pulling his lips away from the freshly kissed skin and admiring the pattern of hickeys and bruises he's left, Adrien went back to her lips and dug his fingers into the soft but firm flesh of her hips, wondering dangerously low yet encouraged to go further with the taste of her tongue and the way she ground herself against him.
He almost came from the very gesture and bit the asian's lip as a subtle warning.
It didn't matter that they were inexperienced or going with the flow.
Every touch, every feeling, every kiss, all felt so good and filled their bodies with indescribable adrenaline and want. The desire to tear off his clothing with her bare hands blared in Marinette's mind but the sensible, level-headed part of herself warned that his Père would surely skin the boy alive if he came home with even a seam out of place.
Lust took over and Adrien didn't stop his wondering digits from delving into the plumpness of her ass, causing Marinette to gasp sharply and hum with pleasure. She murmured his name against his lips over and over again like a mantra as he squeezed the smooth, rounded flesh hard enough that they were sure to leave erotic, red marks afterwards.
'That's good, that's very good. I haven't fucked up yet,' The shy, paranoid kitten inside him calmed down and the exaggerated bravado that was usually left for Chat Noir came to play and upped the act. Panting, he pulled away from the kiss, almost diving back down for another dose of sugar after Marinette let out a sad whine. Adrien looked at the door and used his heightened hearing to his advantage.
"There's nobody around here...good," The smile that was plastered on his face was pure Chat Noir and Marinette couldn't help the delectable shivers that ran down her spine, pushing her chest forward as Adrien scanned her body from head to toe. His hands never left her hips.
She was so wet and there was a good chance that he could smell her arousal.
Marinette's cheeks were bright with a raspberry tinted hue, beads of sweat glistened on her porcelain skin. Adrien had to bite his lip to buffer himself from latching his mouth back on the silky skin and licking up every drop of sweat. He eyed her lips next, proud at the way they were swollen and puffy from his maneuver.
A stark, bright, reddish pink that would put Snow White's rouged lips to shame. He definitely wasn't blind to the way her pearly white teeth skimmed her bottom lip and it took everything for him to not get down on his knees and beg her to fuck him senseless.
Her crystal, blue eyes gleamed below her long, fluttering lashes, shadowing her cheeks and mon dieu, Marinette was literally glowing with want and lust. Not wanting to lose his surge of confidence, Adrien moved his fingers from her hips and glided them down her neck and shoulders, feasting on the way her eyes fluttered closed as she heaved and panted.
Verbal gasps and hums slipped out of Marinette's lips as his fingertips brushed against the tender love-bites and hickeys he's left on her skin; The way she had her chest thrust out was like an invitation for him to reach out and unbutton the unwanted garment that hid away the twin beauties from his yearning gaze.
"Do it..." Mari rasped, legs threatening to collapse beneath her and heart ready to self destruct. "Please..." She reached out and brought the boy's hands to her chest, eyes glazed with passion and darkness.
'Well then, Itadakimasu~' Adrien mused and then started to unbutton Marinette's shirt, one button at a time. He did it at a slow, excruciating pace, savouring every bit of new skin, his lower region throbbing from the sight of her cleavage.
Marinette held her breath, not wanting to give the satisfaction of her whining and wreathing and also slightly annoyed that he was able to compose himself better than her. Then again, if she was leading the foreplay instead, he could very easily become a flustered mess like she currently was.
Finally, the shirt was no longer an obstacle and just as Marinette attempted to rip the dreaded garment off her, Adrien lifted her up by the thighs and pushed her against the locker, wrapping her legs around his waist and supporting her body.
"O-Oh my-" Marinette gulped as the pair were now eye level, the boy with better access to her assets now.
His hair was ruffled and mussed from her fingers during their heavy make-outs and his eyes glistened seductively. Her hair and face was absolutely dishevelled and her eyes shimmered with the craving for him.
Both images were permanently branded in their minds, a little something to take home so that they can fuel their imaginations during their alone times. Not that the other would refrain from calling one another over for a booty call.
Never breaking eye contact, Adrien puckered his lips between the valley of her breasts and then let his tongue lick the addicting salt from her sensitive skin before trailing upwards. Marinette mewled, arching her chest and throat towards him as he licked further up and up and up, till he reached her jaw.
The only sounds she could hear was the erratic beat of her heart and his pounding in harmony, the heavy pants of her breathes, the rustling of fabric as he ground his hips against hers and the distant traffic from the open window. Her underwear was soaked beyond belief yet Adrien kept up with the foreplay, kissing back down to her chest and then deciding to suckle on one of her mounds that peaked out of her bra.
"Yes...right there..." Her please was met with a particular harsh thrust and Marinette couldn't stop the high pitched moan from escaping her. The girl felt her eyes almost roll back when Adrien skimmed his teeth on the succulent flesh, kissing what was uncovered of both her boobs. Her sounds and reactions themselves would have made him cum five times over yet the only thing that kept him resilient was his desire to make Marinette feel good and come first.
He can squeal about the fact that he got to touch the tiddies later.
When the fabric of her bra came in between his open mouthed kisses and licks for the millionth time, Adrien growled in annoyance and yanked his lips away to glower at the garment.
'Now you, yes you, you need to fuck right off.' The blonde huffed in his mind, wasting no time to unclasp the bra from behind (with a few struggles and slips), loosening the damn thing and then pushed it upwards to reveal the sweet treats he's been wanting to tuck into for a good while now.
Marinette couldn't help but note the fluster and hesitation that was displayed on his face and smirked. It boosted her confidence and she arched her chest forward, pronouncing her perky breasts which glistened with his kisses and bites.
"What's up? Cat got your tongue?" She giggled, slipping her hands through his rich, blonde hair, tangling them with her fingers. Her smile softened when he grinned bashfully.
"No, but this cat certainly got yours, Princesse," He pecked her lips sweetly, filling them both up with warmth. "You're beautiful." Adrien whispered, eyelids lowering cheekily as Marinette's cheeks flared with her usual rosy hue and spluttered. He tightened his grip on her thighs and made way to capture one of the rosy nipples that was begging to be tasted-
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!
BANNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!
"JE SUIS LE COCKBLOCKER! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT NO ONE IN PARIS GETS LAID UNTIL I DO! MWAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Screams and shouts were heard outside, muffled by the barely open window and thick walls of the locker room as well as zaps of some unknown power that the dreaded akuma was using.
Marinette and Adrien were simply frozen in their spot, the latter caging the former protectively with shock only for both of their expressions to darken with absolute fury and hate.
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This has to be some sort of cruel joke.
"BAHAHAHAHA! JUST AS THE KID WAS ABOUT TO GET SOMETHING! What a highlight of my week!" Plagg, the ever loving dick of a kwami cackled, floating out of Adrien's bag which was dumped in the corner of the room, tears of laughter streaming down his little face. "I know my kittens have bad luck- but this? THIS? ABSOLUTELY PRICELESS! AHAHAHAH!"
Tikki, who probably escaped Marinette's purse from who knows when, tried her best to silence her other half because with the way that BOTH Adrien and Marinette were glaring at him, she was sure that Destruction itself was about to go extinct from the hands of sexually frustrated teenagers.
One look at his host and his host's partner silenced the Black Cat but it didn't stop him from smirking.
"The sooner you get rid of the akuma, the sooner you can get back to your nasty ass human mating ritual~" Plagg offered, politely looking away when Marinette was let down, quickly buttoning up and fixing her skirt.
"Marinette, Adrien, please calm down and try not to hurt the akuma-" Tikki halted at her chosen's death aura. "Okay, try not to hurt the akuma too much then, please?"
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"TIKKI! TRANSFORMER-MOI!"
"PLAGG! TRANSFORMER-MOI!"
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On that day, Le Papillon was instilled with a new brand of fear of Ladybug and Chat Noir as they mercilessly pummelled through his latest akuma to the point where even he found himself clutching what's left of his family jewels.
"N-Nathalie?"
"Yes sir?"
"Any possible explanation for the pesky brats of Paris' sudden animosity? If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought they'd have teared apart my akuma."
"...puberty?"
"...never mind then."
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A/N: Want me to continue? Or leave it as it is? Comment down your thoughts please~ (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)
(I'll proofread and edit it all tomorrow hueueueuehe~)