Part 5

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Chat Noir quickly put the Peacock Miraculous aside, so he could be alone with his Lady, just for a few moments, the very last time.

He placed both of his hands on the arch of Ladybug's back, pulling her body right against his, whereas she would cup his face, pulling him deeper into their kiss.

The kiss was passionate, natural, inevitable. He would press his tongue against the seam of her lips, waiting for her to grant him access before he would slide his tongue into Marinette's mouth, making her moan slightly from the contact.

She slid her hands into his hair, messing it up as she would smile into their kiss, feeling Chat Noir's erection press through his magical suit.

They found their way towards the couch. Chat Noir picked Ladybug up before gently laying her down as he hovered over her, kissing his way from her neck up to her lips, reconnecting them.

He had never kissed her so passionately, so eagerly, yet with so much love as well.

"De-transform," he whispered in between kisses.

Ladybug pulled away from the kiss, furrowing her eyebrows as she would understand it as 'do it now', which would totally reveal her identity.

"Chat," she began, but he cut her off with a kiss.

He stood up as he pulled away, and Ladybug sat up, following Chat Noirs figure with her eyes as far as they would allow her to.

He stood behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders.

"Claws in," she heard him say, her eyes widening in horror.

Suddenly she felt a really soft fabric touching the skin of her neck for a split moment before her vision went completely black.

"Assuming you didn't take your mask with you," Chat Noir said in a low voice, she shook her head no. "Neither did I, Milady," he lied.

Ladybug gasped as he knotted the fabric at the back of her head..

"We'll have to do it the old fashioned way," he said, placing soft kisses along her cheek, over her nose, down to her lips. "Say it."

"Spots off," she de-transformed, not thinking about what she was wearing underneath her Ladybug costume.

Adrien chuckled. "Sweet pyjama," he commented before leaving wet kisses from the back of her neck to her collarbones, as he was making his way back to face her.

Marinette blushed as she realised she had never changed out of her pyjamas all day.

As Adrien was kissing his way down to her cleavage he only just realised he'd seen the same pyjama this very morning.

"I knew it," he mumbled to himself, smiling against Marinette's skin as he could finally confirm his assumption.

He was totally, and utterly in love with his best friend in every which way.

"I love you, Marinette," he said against her skin, sucking on it to leave visible marks.

Marinette was shocked for a slight second before remembering she had told her beloved Chat her name, which then would only make her smile.

He hooked his fingers around the hem of her tank top, pulling it up until her chest was freed from it.

"Chat," Marinette gasped, feeling his hands roaming over her stomach up to her chest.

He adored her, every single piece of her, and now he could finally understand his attraction to Marinette all these years.

At first he would feel weird, touching her body, knowing it was his very best friend he was touching, and she wouldn't even know it was him, but then again, they were dating.

They were dating!

His eyes widened as he finally realised he had been dating his roommate for two years without knowing it.

'It's not like you haven't touched her before' he thought to himself as he hesitated to massage her breasts, but then did anyway.

Marinette let out yet another moan as Adrien sucked on her nipple, pinching the other one between his fingers as he did.

Her breathing grew heavier as Adrien would slowly kiss his way down, stopping right at the beginning of her pyjama pants.

She arched her back, raising her hips up, feeling Adrien's chin hit her lower stomach as she would get more and more devastated for his touch.

"Easy there, Marinette," Adrien teased, hooking his fingers into the elastic of the pants, slowly pulling them down, leaving her panties on.

"Fuck you," she groaned, feeling her panties still on her skin.

As he took of her pants, she would start pushing down her panties, but Adrien stopped her, chucking as he could tell how desperate she was for his touch.

He traced his index finger up her thigh, stroking over her panties up to her lower stomach. She arched her back once again.

"Geez, I wish I could see you right now, so I could-"

"Go ahead, take off the tie," Adrien said with a smirk on his face.

She threw her head back into the couch, groaning as she was well aware he wasn't wearing a mask, and neither was she underneath the tie.

He hovered back over her, kissing between her breasts, up to her mouth where he would reconnect their lips.

"You're still dressed," she noted, furrowing her brows, yet feeling his erection press again her thigh.

"You could change that, Marinette," he whispered into her ear.

Her hands found the sides of his body, following it down to the hem of his shirt. She lifted it up enough to slip her fingers underneath his shirt, roaming them over Adrien's abs and back down before grasping the shirt, pulling it up as far as she could.

He sat up, pulling her up as well to allow Marinette to take off the shirt by herself.

She stroke her hands along his arms, down his chest, trying to find the end of his shirt once again.

"You're quite muscular, you know," she laughed as she felt stupid for not finding the end of the shirt.

"Am I, now?" He chuckled before kissing Marinette once again, "let me help you."

He grasped her wrists, leading her hands to where his shirt ended.

"Thanks," she pulled the shirt over his body, throwing it away once it was off.

Adrien then also finally removed her tank top completely. He got up, undid his pants and took them off, leaving them right on the floor before hovering back over his lady.

"I'll totally die when I take this tie off again," Marinette chuckled.

"You can always take it off now, Milady," he said pushing his hips into hers, hitting his erection against her private part, earning a gasp in response.

"Dry humping now, huh?" Marinette laughed, followed by a moan as he would thrust against her once again.

"You're too wet for the dry part of it," he commented, slipping his hand into her panties.

He stoked his finger between her folds, distributing her wetness all over her intimate area, before finally slipping a finger inside her, curling them up, trying to kiss her as she was barely able to kiss back.

She arched her back.

"Chat, please," she begged in desperate need for more.

She followed his abs down to his v-line, finding the hem of his boxers, reaching even further down, stroking her finger over his erection.

"Just stick it in already, what are you waiting for?" She asked desperately.

"Why, Milady, you're impatient," he chuckled, removing his finger from inside her to push her panties aside.

"You're not taking them off?" She asked.

"You want me to?"

"Will you just fuck me now if you didn't?" She questioned back again.

Adrien couldn't help his smile. He pushed his boxers down enough to free his erection before aligning both their pelvis.

The touch of Adrien's erection against her most intimate place would only make her tremble with desire once more.

"You know, maybe you should be on top," Adrien stopped before he would slide inside, earning a groan from Marinette.

But he was just teasing, so without any further explanation he would push himself inside her completely, earning a loud moan as Marinette did not expect it.

She tossed her head back, digging her nails into the skin of his arms. Adrien could only smirk at her reaction.

"Chat," his name slipped out of her throat, moaning his name right into his mouth as they kissed.

Marinette encircles her legs around Adrien's waist, leaving a husky rumble escaping from his throat.

He deepened the kiss as he intertwined one of his hands with her's, still holding himself up with the other, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

More and louder moans escaped from Marinette's mouth, her eyes rolling back underneath the tie, her left hand continuing to leave scratches on his arms and back.

Then she moved both her hands up to his shoulders, somehow managing to sit up on top of him. Her legs on either side of his while his back would hit the back of the couch.

Adrien was shocked, yet amazed, only resulting into being turned on more than ever.

His hands found their way down to her butt cheeks, squeezing them as he would try to hold her steady on top of his as Marinette only sank his member deeper down inside her.

Her mouth opened wider, crying out as she would control her own pleasure now.

She bit down onto her lip, her breasts swaying to the rhythm of her rolling hips.

"Fuck," Adrien cursed, being barley able to control himself as the view of Marinette would only turn him on more and more.

He'd reconnect their lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth as sloppy as it could get, breathing heavily as she would continue to moan right into his mouth.

In a blink of an eye, Adrien grabbed Marinette by her waist, lifted her up slightly enough to press her back into the couch with his lips still hooked onto hers.

His lower stomach was on fire. They both could feel their orgasms build up as things were proceeding with an incredible speed.

"Oh, Marinette," he moaned as his thrust speed increased once more, going faster, more muddled, more desperate.

He buried his head against her neck, leaving a few sloppy kisses here and there as the sensation took over him.

"Chat," she was out of breath, drops of sweat rolling down her body, her walls clenching as she felt a wave of pleasure take over her body.

Adrien couldn't hold himself back anymore, he collapses onto Marinette, pressing his weight onto her as he would come right into her, completely forgetting to pull out this time.

Eventually, he would manage to sit up, but before he did, he'd place a kiss onto her lips.

"I need a shower," Marinette said breathlessly, just earning a slight chuckle as a response.

Adrien quickly pulled his boxers up before walking out of the room to find Plagg.

Marinette just continued to lay on the couch, wondering how long it'd take until Hawk Moth would try to contact Ladybug and Chat Noir about the Peacock Miraculous.

"No," Plagg complained, not willing to transform Adrien back into Chat Noir just yet. "I couldn't even finish my camembert."

"I bet it's already your fifth," Adrien chuckled.

"Actually, it's his tenth piece," Tikki ratted Plagg out.

"Should have guessed that. Marinette is in the living room, but-"

"I'll wait another moment," Tikki giggled.

"Plagg, Claws out," he transformed before going back into the living room.

Once he entered the living room, he'd find Marinette still laying on the couch, naked, well except for her thongs. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"You've got to get dressed, Marinette," Chat Noir said as he collected her clothes.

Adrien thought about telling her who he was, but he also knew she would totally freak out. But then again, he felt really bad for figuring out her identity, without intentionally trying to this time.

'If you figure it out by using your brain, you figure it out'

"Marinette," Chat Noir began, taking a seat on the couch, intertwining his hand with hers.

"Hm?" She hummed.

Once again, he wasn't sure if he should tell her he figured it out, but he also thought she should know.

"Don't get mad," he began once again, but Marinette was smart enough to understand it already, not needing to hear the rest of his sentence.

"I figured as much when you mumbled 'I knew it'," she laughed, giving Chat Noir the only response he had not thought of she'd give.

So it definitely was an illusion.

Marinette reached her hands back to undo the tie around her eyes, flinching and pressing her eyelids close as the lighting was way too bright for the first moment.

She carefully opened her eyes, meeting Chat Noir's. He gave her a soft expression with a smile she'd never seen on his lips. He looked at her in admiration, in awe, with love.

"You're not disappointed?" Marinette asked.

Chat Noir's smile widened, pulling Marinette onto his lap by her waist, placing a kiss onto her forehead.

He then traced his right hand down her body, towards here panties where he would adjust them to her body as they were still revealing all of Marinette's intimate area.

"I never could've imagined anyone else but you," he admitted, first earning a confused look, but then she'd press her head into his chest, wrapping her arms around his upper body as they would hug tightly.

"So, little kitty never wanted me to be anyone but-"

"But you, Marinette," he interrupted, "I'd been hoping it was you for the longest time possible."

"So, what if it would not have been, well, me?" Marinette asked, knowing it was a pretty difficult question to answer.

"Well, then I still would have loved you?" Chat Noir couldn't imagine Ladybug being anyone but Marinette.

"So, I am the only Marinette you knew, huh?" She laughed as she pulled away from the hug, looking into Chat Noir's eyes, but he'd only wink as answer.

"You should get dressed, Tikki is waiting," Chat Noir said, allowing himself one last look of his girlfriend's naked body.

Marinette stood up from the couch, walking a few steps before walking back towards Chat Noir, just with a way more catwalk kind of walk.

"Or I walk home like this," she said, giggling as Chat Noir went to pick her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

He slapped her butt once before plopping her back down onto the couch.

"Is someone getting a little bit protective?" Marinette stuck out her bottom lip, faking some puppy-dog eyes as she was trying to make fun of Chat Noir.

"Very much so," he said lifting up her arms before pulling his own shirt, that he had not put back on before transforming, over her upper body.

"Oh," she gasped, realising this was not her pyjama tank top.

He then proceeded to tie his tie around her neck, making her laugh as she would only find his behaviour funny.

"I can't wait 'til the day we can be a normal couple," Marinette admitted, smiling broadly at Chat Noir, "then I can introduce you to my family, my friends, oh you'd love to meet Adrien!"

Chat Noir's heart sank. He knew he couldn't tell her his identity yet, they had a pretty huge fight coming their way as he had discovered Hawk Moths identity, and it would only put them both at so much more risk.

Then it hit him even heavier. He knew her identity now. Adrien knew his father would not hurt him, at least he hoped so, but he would sure as hell use Marinette, his most vulnerable spot, against him.

He just had to find another way.

"I can't wait either," Chat Noir said, giving Marinette a weak smile, "can I ask you something?"

"Sure?" Marinette furrowed her eyebrows, laying her hand down onto Chat Noir's thigh as he sat down beside her. "It's not like I need to hide my identity from you any longer."

"Who's your back-up plan if we don't work out?" Chat Noir asked in all seriousness, she'd never seen him be this serious about anything ever before.

"I don't have a back-up?" Marinette answered in a questioning way.

"So if you had to choose between all of your guy friends, who'd you pick?" Chat Noir tried to make the question easier.

"I'd pick you, Chat. I don't want anyone but you," a tear started to run down her cheek as only the thought of them ever breaking up would hurt her heart more than anything ever could.

"I'll love you, forever," Chat Noir said, placing a soft kiss onto her lips while wiping away the tear from her cheek.

"I'll love you until eternity," she said, releasing more and more tears from her eyes.

"Hey," Chat Noir said, cupping her face with his hands, "you don't need to cry, I'm right here."

"Promise you'll never leave me," she cried.

"I promise, I will never leave you, Marinette," he promised, pulling Marinette close into his embrace.

-♡-

"Oh and, Mister Dupain, Marinette asked me to get something from her room since I'm already here, do you mind if I went up and got it real quick?" Adrien asked in the politest way he could.

"It's Tom, bud, but you knew that. Marinette must really trust you, allowing you to just enter her childhood bedroom when she isn't even around herself," Tom said, giving Adrien a warm smile.

"I believe so," he answered, giving the exact same warm smile back to Tom.

"I've seen your interview," Tom then said with a raised eyebrow, "are you sure you two are just friends?"

Adrien chuckled, "I'd say it's a little bit more complicated."

"Did you tell her how you feel?" Sabrine's voice came through as she walked into the back of the Bakery where Tom and Adrien would be at.

"It's really more complicated than that, Sabine," Adrien said in a sadder tone.

"Between us boys," Tom began, "don't make love to her before you asked her to be your girlfriend. Marinette has not-"

"Tom," Sabine interrupted, giving him the deadliest stare anyone could imagine.

"What I'm just saying, Alya tells us everything, well she tells Sabine everything and Marinette tells Alya everything, that's how we know she hadn't yet, you know," Tom explained as his wife kept glancing at him as if she was about to bury him alive.

Adrien chuckled, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

"I really have to get going, I promised Marinette I would help her with the orders, so-"

"Sure, sure, go ahead. You know where her room is," Tom laughed.

-♡-

"I'm back and here to help!" Adrien yelled as he entered Marinette's boutique, well, more like her design studio in the back of it.

Marinette was standing in front of her mannequin, sticking fabric onto fabric as she tried to focus on her design, yet Adrien knew her head was more than occupied.

"Mari?" He asked, by now standing right behind her. She flinched and turned around, almost hitting him with one of the needles she just took off her pincushion.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, Adrien," she apologised, sticking the needles back into the pincushion.

"It's all right," he smiled warmly, trying so hard not to pull her in his embrace and leaving kisses all over that cute little face of hers.

"How far did you get?" He asked, knowing she definitely did not come too far.

"Oh, I, uh, I was on a phone call with Alya, so not that far," Marinette lied. Adrien adjusted his throat, trying not to smile as he know knew she was totally lying. "Did you stop at my parent's house?"

"I did, Mari," Adrien said, holding up Marinette's old sketchbook.

"Now tell me, Marinette," he walked closer to her, maintaining eye contact. Marinette took a few steps back until she would touch the wall with her back. "Why are there so many pictures of me throughout your room?"

Marinette's breathing stopped for a second. She'd never seen this side of Adrien.

"C-Cause I, I used t-to ha-ave this," she could barely talk, "cr-crush on y-you."

"Used to," he repeated in a low voice, moving even closer with his face to hers.

"Y-Yeah," Marinette's cheeks began to turn red, "I a-am in l-love with someone e-else now."

Adrien began to smile even more. He knew Marinette would have never cheated on him, well, Chat Noir, whoever, she would not have done that, and it was never his intention to get proof for that, yet he was glad to hear it for some reasons.

He truly didn't want her to proof anything, but she was his weakness. Around the love of his life, Adrien could barely control himself.

"Okay," he said quickly, moving away from Marinette before he would begin to laugh.

"What was that all about?" Marinette asked somewhat angrily as she had collected herself.

"I thought you might hide something from me," Adrien said, pointing towards the obvious hickeys on her neck, leading downwards.

"Shit," Marinette rolled her eyes as she was mentally cussing out Chat Noir for leaving them somewhere that obvious. "Could you not tell anyone about this, please?"

"About what?" Adrien asked, winking as he sat down at Marinette's desk, looking over the designs. "So, what can I help you with?"

While Marinette was explaining to Adrien how and where she'd want the dresses to be stitched, he couldn't help but think about their relationship.

He knew it would get more and more complicated with every passing day. And he was also sure Marinette would not be able to process Adrien being Chat Noir.

She was the smartest person he'd known, and that's how he knew Marinette always had a hard time processing heavy information.

He knew she would freak out for days, feeling guilty, wondering how she had never noticed it before. He also knew Marinette would immediately fall for Adrien himself again, yet it scared him.

Adrien never thought revealing his identity to the girl he loved would ever be this complicated. He always assumed he'd just de-transform, she'd jump into his arms and they'd live happily ever after, but not with Marinette.

She was complicated. She was extraordinary. So he knew he would have to find another way, one that could possibly lead to him never being able to be with Marinette ever again.

The thought alone broke his heart, yet he knew it was the only way, or so he thought.

-♡-

"Adrien, you can't just fight off Hawk Moth on your own!" Plagg whisper-yelled.

"I'm not going to fight him, Plagg. He's my father, he wouldn't hurt me. What he had done for years needs to be punished, but I'm sure there are other ways out," Adrien's hands were shaking as he was typing a message to Ladybug, well, Marinette.

"You do know she will be on her way immediately, right?" Plagg commented.

"I am well aware of that, which is why I'm not going to send it just yet."

Adrien exited his bedroom, sneaking out as if he was 15 again. Marinette had gone to bed hours ago, yet he wanted to wait until she was in a deeper sleeping phase before he would leave.

"She will kill you, Adrien," Plagg said, "have you thought about what it would do to her?!"

"She will be fine, it's not like I will be dead," Adrien whispered as he opened the apartment door as quiet as possible before leaving.

He got inside his car and immediately drove off towards the Agreste Mansion. He took a deep breath before existing as he had arrived, and entered the Mansion.

It was two in the morning, so he had not expected anyone to be awake, yet to his luck, Nathalie and Gabriel were still awake.

Adrien walked inside his father's office without knocking, scaring Nathalie and Gabriel just for a slight moment.

"Adrien," Gabriel said as he sat back down, relieved it was just his son.

"Are you looking for something?" Adrien asked with anger in his voice.

"What are you doing here, Adrien?" Nathalie asked.

"I should be asking you two just that," Adrien began, leaving Gabriel and Nathalie in confusion. "I'd like to speak to you about your intentions, father. You know, why you'd terrorise Paris for years now, disguised as Hawk Moth."

Nathalie and Gabriel looked at Adrien in shock, trying to think of a way how he could have possibly figured that out.

"I just want to talk, I'm not here to have you two arrested, although that is probably what would be the only right thing I should have done," Adrien said, balling his hands into fists as he tried to stay calm.