Part 2

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"I'll be leaving!" Adrien yelled as he closed the door behind him, but little did he know, Marinette wasn't even home anymore. 

Oh Valentine's day, Adrien used to love this day. The countless of presents he would get from random girls around the world that happened to 'like' him weren't even the best part. I mean, who doesn't like free stuff? 

But Adrien, oh Adrien, he didn't care about the presents, in fact, he didn't care about the day really, all he was looking forward to yearly was seeing his lady. 

Before Chat Noir and Ladybug were officially dating, he would spend the day with Marinette, just watching some horror movies to celebrate being single, but ever since he turned 19 all he cared about was Ladybug. 

He never asked if Marinette felt bad that he wouldn't spend the day with her anymore, but then again, they're both 21 now and she knew he had a girlfriend. And besides, Marinette would never complain about this, she was way too good of a friend for that. 

Only moments after he left the house Adrien made his way towards another destination, not even the spot he'd always meet Ladybug at, yet it was another building. 

He unlocked the door before stepping inside. He had already decorated everything, bought furniture and just made the tiny house seem occupied. 

He lit up some candles before taking out his cat-phone to call Ladybug. Once he pressed that call button it didn't take long for an angry Ladybug to pick up her phone. 

"Where in the world are you?!" She almost yelled as she would have been standing on top of the Eiffel Tower for half an hour already. 

He was late. Chat Noir was never late when it came to meeting up with Ladybug and she knew it. If he would be running late due to personal reasons, he would always let her know, but he didn't this time. 

"I'll send you my location, come here," Chat Noir said before immediately hanging up. 

If he hadn't ended the phone call Ladybug would have tried to argue with him, saying she couldn't come to his house once she saw it was an address for a house, not a tiny Café. 

Time passed quicker than expected. 30 minuted went by and Ladybug still hasn't shown up, even though the house wasn't far away from the Eiffel Tower, so Chat Noir went to call her once again, but only to explain this wasn't his address. 

"Chat, I've told you, I'm not-" Ladybug yelled as she picked up the phone. 

"It's not my real address, I promise. I'll explain everything once you get here," Chat Noir interrupted before he would have to listen to her telling him how irresponsible he was being once again. 

Five minutes later and Ladybug had arrived. Chat Noir was looking through the window, seeing her confusion as she couldn't see him anywhere, so he went to open the door. 

"Chat?" Ladybug said in confusion. 

"Come inside," he grasped her by her wrist and pulled her inside along with him. 

"I would have expected something more fancy for it actually being your house," Ladybug said annoyedly. 

"It's not, Marinette. This is our new hang-out spot. It gives the both of us a place to transform. And before you're saying it's impossible, I bought the WHOLE house, meaning the other apartments, they're ours as well, and no one would know. I've used different names on the name tags outside, and I made sure the area around was barely inhabited," Chat Noir explained in fear. 

He could see her confusion in her eyes. She wasn't happy about what he had done, but also she didn't seem to be mad. 

"And now you no longer have a reason to be cold when we meet up since it's all warm and cozy here," he continued trying to talk this house good. 

"Chat," Ladybug said softly under her breath. She gave him a slim smile, which then eventually grew bigger once all these information began to process. "How did you afford all this?"

"Is that a personal question I sense?" Chat Noir joked, leading Ladybug towards their new hang-out living room. 

"Yeah, I'm sorry," she apologised, feeling terrible for putting him in the position to answer a personal question. 

"It's not a big deal, Milady," he chuckled, "I happen to have quite a few connections. Now sit down, I have a surprise." 

Chat Noir walked out of the living room, and just then Ladybug noticed the decorations Chat Noir had done throughout the room. 

He put up white daffodils all over the room. Her face went straight for a second as she remembered the meaning of white daffodils, yet it was still somewhat cute. 

Then her eyes wandered over to the candles. A white-grey candle scheme lit up the room in a romantic way. It wasn't too much lightning, but not too less either, it was just perfect. 

He even hung up pictures of the two of them, selfies and some fans had taken from them over the years. She couldn't help but smile. 

And then he came back. He looked different, his hair definitely did. It was him, but with a different looking hairstyle, still the same in some ways, just not exactly. It looked as if he tried to recreate the original as much as possible, but didn't succeed for one hundred per cent. 

"What happened to your hair?" Ladybug asked with a slight grin on her smile as she was bemused by his new look. 

"Don't freak out," he warned, "but I'm not transformed." 

He had imagined every possible reaction. A loudly screamed 'what', an hour of yelling at him for being so irresponsible, a sly 'oh, okay', anything, but nothing that she had really said. 

"Well, certainly your civilian self needs a hair-makeover," she laughed. 

"You can do whatever you want with my hair after you've de-transformed," he held a bag with clothing out for her, "and put this on." 

"But, Chat Noir," Ladybug said as her face dropped into a sad expression. 

"No, you have nothing to worry about. You'll still be wearing a mask, you can change your hair if you'd like. This is going to be a long day, we've planned on spending it all together, remember? Give Tikki a break. I promise I won't try to take off your mask or anything to reveal your identity," Adrien grasped her hands in his, leading one right up against his chest, placing the palm of her hand over his heart. 

"You can trust me, my Lady," he looked her straight in the eyes as he said it with the most honest words ever. 

"Okay," she whispered, "turn around." 

"You can transform and change in the bathroom, or-" 

"Turn around, silly kitty," she chuckled lightly, and so he did turn around. 

"Tikki, spots off," he heard her say in a really soft voice. 

Only for a split moment the thought of turning around crossed his mind, but he couldn't do it. He promised. He promised he wouldn't try to find out her identity, and so he wouldn't. 

"Marinette," another sweet voice said. He could hear the confusion in her voice.

Chat Noir always trusted Ladybug's words, and so when she had told him her name, he believed her. But after hearing Tikki say her name, he grew suspicious of it. 

"How can Tikki say your name when I'm around? Kwami's can't say their owners name unless they're alone with them," he noted somewhat angrily. 

At the change in tone coming from him, Tikki approached the disguised Adrien, giving him a broad smile. 

"We can't, unless the person already knows our owners name," Tikki explained. "I can tell you her whole name, just that it would cut me off after 'Marinette'." 

"I believe you," Adrien smiled, yet Tikki decided to proof it anyway. 

"Her name is Marinette D-" bubbles appeared and started to fly all across the room. It were magical bubbles, bubbles stopped Tikki from talking any further.  

"Thanks, Tikki, but I already believed you. Plagg should be around here somewhere, I've heard he goes to visit you sometimes," Adrien winked, flattering Tikki for some reasons. 

"Stop flirting with my Kwami, Chaton," Marinette said jokingly as she finished changing into the Ladybug costume, "you can turn around if you'd like." 

Chat Noir turned around, finding his Lady standing there with a dress in her hands. At first he didn't think much of it, until he realised what kind of dress it was. 

"It's a designer dress," his eyes widened in shock, knowing the designer only too well. 

"Y-Yeah, I happen to know Marinette Dupain-Cheng only too well," she said, not really lying bur also not really being completely honest either. 

"You do?" Chat Noir made sure he heard that right, "Personally?" 

"Y-Yeah, we're quite good friends as civilians," she tried talking herself out of it gracefully. 

She wore the dress Marinette had only finished designing yesterday. The dress has never been seen in public before. And he'd only known it because Marinette asked Adrien for a colour scheme she'd go with. 

"I really like the colours of it, you know," Ladybug said with a smile formed on her lips. 

For a split moment Adrien felt more than proud of himself, knowing his lady liked his idea of fashion, yet he couldn't tell her that. 

It was a cute regent and davy grey dress, more of a summer dress but Marinette had paired it with one of her cardigans she had designed just for this dress to go along with. It had thin straps, showing the shoulders as much as possible. It even had an in-sawn dark davy grey belt which would be knotted together on the right side. And of course somewhere on the dress would have to be Marinette's signature logo. 

"Well, you can tell her it's a really beautiful one, although I would have loved to seen you wearing it," Chat Noir smiled.

"You know," Ladybug began as she slowly started to unzip the costume again, "I think these costumes were one of your best ideas so far." 

She walked closer to Chat Noir, cupping his face in her hands as she pressed her lips against his.

"We never get to," Ladybug said breathlessly between merciless, lustful, yet quick kisses, "finish what we start." 

Chat Noir was overwhelmed, yet turned on. He had touched her body before, but never her skin really, it's always been his skin and hers with two layers of indestructible material in between. 

He slid his hands up her sides, towards her back, slipping in between the fabric of the fake costume, roaming his hands right over Ladybug's skin. 

His cold hands sent shivers down her spine. He lightly scratched her back from the back of her neck down to her lower back. 

"I love you," Ladybug whispered between merciless kisses, being barely able to breathe at this point.

He then picked her up, the tips of his fingers pressing right into her butt cheeks as he was carrying her right into the one bedroom of the apartment. 

He plopped her down onto the bed and began to hover right over her. 

"I love you, too, Marinette," he then finally said, breaking the tension that had build up inside of Ladybug, worrying why he wasn't saying it back. 

"You're not wearing a bra," he then commented as he processed what his hands were feeling before. 

"We can change that," Ladybug said in a deeper voice than usual. 

With all over her strength she managed to turn them both around. Chat Noir now laying on the bed whereas Ladybug was sitting right on top of him, bending down so she could continue to exchange kisses with him. 

Then she would stop, grasp his hands and rest them down right onto her breasts, recreating the support of a bra, just with his hands. 

His cheeks turned a deep shade of red, yet the colour would intensify even more as Ladybug started to pull down the bodysuit, revealing her body up until her belly button. 

Before Chat got to touch her, she would already bend down again, placing soft kisses from his neck up to his, from kissing, red, wet and slightly swollen lips. 

She pulled down the zipper from his bodysuit, revealing his abs only slightly enough until he would sit up and remove the fabric around his arms. 

Ladybug almost choked on her own saliva as she saw his pretty much well worked out body for the very first time without any magical suit. 

He turned them back around, pressing with his weight onto Ladybug, yet holding himself up with one arm as his other hand was slowly making its way downwards. 

Just when he had reached the beginning of the fabric from Ladybug's costume, he would look into her eyes as ask for permission. 

"What are you waiting for," she breathed heavily only inches away from his lips. 

"Your consent," he whispered as he reconnected their lips for a short while. 

"Would you just make love me to already," she groaned with a smirk on her lips. 

With that Chat Noir slid his hands into the pants part of her bodysuit, slipping his middle finger right between her wet folds

Her breath hitched as she could finally feel his touch without the fabric of their suits in between.

"Kitty, please," she begged, not being able to wait any longer. 

"Why, Milady, you're so needy today," he teased, slipping his index finger right inside her, hearing a slight gasp. 

"Call it two years of build up sexual tension." 

He started to penetrate her clit with his thumb while curling up his fingers inside her, listening to her soft whimpers as he would get her close, but always stop right before. A tease, he was nothing but a huge tease at this point.

"I don't think you need any more games, you seem pretty much ready," he chuckled as he felt her wetness around his fingers, to the point where it was starting to drip down on her. 

"B-But be careful," she stuttered as he pulled out his finger and stepped away from Ladybug to remove his bodysuit entirely, together with his underwear, revealing all of his body. 

"I will be, I promise," he said, tangling his fingers around her bodysuit before removing it from her. 

He only took in the view for a brief moment before hovering back over his lady, leaving a kissing trace from her lower stomach up to her mouth. 

He took a hold of his shaft, already positioning it in front of her entrance before he would take a look at Ladybug, breathing heavily under his touch.

"I didn't plan on having sex with you today," he admitted, earning a shy smile from Ladybug. 

"I know, you never do," she whispered.

"I don't have any condoms here," before he could say anything else she would pull his face even closer to hers, forcing her lips onto his. 

Her tongue slipping into his mouth, fighting for dominance. He knew she wouldn't give up, she never did, but he wasn't ready to lose a tongue-war to his lady. He did eventually give in anyway though. 

"It's not a problem," Ladybug then tried to say while catching her breath. 

Once those words had left her mouth, Chat Noir slowly began to enter her. He put pressure onto her entrance with his hard-on, pushing in only the slightest, then pulling out and pushing in a again a tiny bit deeper. With every attempt he would go in deeper.

He could see her frown in pain, luckily it wasn't for long, nor too bad, his heart wouldn't have been able to take it. 

Once he was in completely, he stopped for a moment, allowing Ladybug to get used to the feeling. In the meantime he would kiss along her neck, sucking one her skin as he left a few little marks around her collarbones. 

A somewhat moaned "Chat," escaped from her lips, causing Chat Noir to smile against the skin of her neck. 

He then proceeded to pull out and push back inside. It would hurt, but also feel so good. A tear would run roll down from the corner of her eyes, which Chat Noir then quickly wiped away. 

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "Do you wan't me to stop?" 

Ladybug shook her head no, knowing the pain would soon stop completely and it did. After only a couple more tries to thrust in and out she would feel nothing but the pure pleasure it would bring. 

She would moan more and more with every thrust he'd done. Both their breathings growing heavier as sweat began too appear on their bodies, both their hearts beating in sync, connecting them more to one another. 

One thing led to the other, Chat Noir brought his hand down to her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion while continuing to push in and out of her. Her walls began clenching around him as she would feel a knot build up in her stomach. 

Due to heavy breathing, moans and groans she couldn't even talk any longer before her eyes would completely shut close, letting out louder moans than before, feeling the orgasm take over her body. 

And, to their luck, Chat Noir would come only moments later, still managing to pull out and release himself on her body, before anything bad would have happened inside of her.

He collapsed down beside her, trying to catch his breath, as so did Ladybug try to do the same.

"Was I your first?" Chat Noir asked once he had his breath steady again, rolling over enough to be able to lay his head down onto her stomach. 

"Yeah," Ladybug admitted, feeling somewhat embarrassed. 

"I bet guys must have thrown themselves at you though," he placed a soft kiss right onto her stomach. 

"Well, I've been in a relationship for the past 2 years," Ladybug tangled her hand into Chat Noir's hair, carefully scratching his head. He would groan lightly as head scratched were one of the best feelings along with back scratches. 

"So, who was your first time?" Ladybug asked. 

"This strange girl, her name is Marinette, maybe you know her," Chat Noir smiled to himself, 

"Me or Dupain-Cheng?" Well, technically either of them would be her still, right?

 "My Marinette."

-♡-

"Will you not stay the night?" Chat Noir placed a kiss onto Ladybug's forehead before holding her tight in his embrace. 

"I can't, Chat," she would look at him, feeling her heart break at the sight of his sad expression, "I promised a friend I would come by for some movies. She just recently broke up with her boyfriend and-" 

"I get it," he smiled, "my roommate would probably grow suspicious if I stay away anyway." 

"Sir, 'I have some connections' doesn't even live on his own, huh?" Ladybug teased as she rested her head on his chest while continuing to lay on the couch in the living room. 

"My roommate and I are like my best friend. We've known each other for ages and it's way more fun not being alone all day long, always having someone to run to at any time when you don't feel too well, you know?" Chat Noir smiled as he thought of the many precious moments he shared with Marinette. 

"You're emotionally betraying me by trusting someone else with your personal problems?" Ladybug faked being offended, knowing well he could never speak to her openly unless they'd known each other's identities. 

"She's honestly the sweetest person I know, after you of course, Marinette" he laughed, hoping she didn't feel too offended now. 

She didn't feel offended at all, but probably only because she really liked hearing her name coming out of his mouth.

"Oh, it's a she," Ladybug tried to fight against the up building feeling of jealousy as she remembered she wasn't exactly living on her own either. "I get it though, sometimes I randomly walk into my roommates room in the middle of the night because I don't feel too well." 

"My Lady, do you not want to know my name?" Chat Noir asked, earning a head shake before an actual answer. 

"If you told me, I wouldn't stop trying to find out who you were. I wouldn't stop trying to look for some guy with your hair colour, your eyes, your smile, you," she said.

-♡-

"No, Alya, I really do need to borrow clothes from you!" Marinette was looking through Alya's closet, trying to find something suitable to wear. 

The problem with Alya's clothing style, it was 100% nothing like Marinette's. Alya would mostly wear E-girl like kind of clothing, but it didn't suit Marinette at all. 

Marinette was the complete opposite, wearing hearts and flowers, light colours in dresses, colourful jeans with any basic shirt. But Alya, oh she would say: 'go all in, or go naked'. 

Marinette had dedicated a whole clothing line alone for Alya, which, surprisingly, still sold out pretty well. She even had so many requests for specific clothings from this collection that she had decided on a re-stock, which she'd usually never do. 

"And why exactly shouldn't you be able to wear your brand new designed dress?" Alya asked as she was confused about how that would be such a big deal. 

"Chat Noir saw it, he knew it was made by, well me, and if he googled it he would know it wasn't out yet," Marinette explained. 

"So?" 

"When I walk home in a bit and he would spot the dress, he would know that I'm, well me," she held up an old dress she had designed many years ago. 

"Wait, you've de-transformed in front of him, and he still doesn't know who you are?" Alya was confused. 

"You see, we wore masks." 

"Girl, he's your boyfriend. You've been dating for what, two years? And you still haven't told him your identity," Alya grew annoyed. 

Marinette would always complain about how much she hated seeing the look on his face whenever he would ask for a reveal, yet she never changed her opinion on it. 

"I just don't want anything to happen to him, Alya," Marinette took off her dress, only to exchange it with the other one. 

"Nothing ever happened to me, you know. And besides, wouldn't you prefer it if something actually did happen to him outside of the suits that you could know of it?" Alya gave Marinette a 'You know I'm right' kind of look. 

"Can we just drop this, please? I already have Chat Noir complain to me about this very topic, I don't need my best friend turning against me for it as well." 

"Whatever," Alya rolled her eyes as she walked Marinette to the door, saying goodbye as she left to go back home. 

It was already 1 am, therefore pretty freaking dark outside. Alya didn't live too far away from Marinette, it was still a good way though. 

On her way home she came across a group of guys, appearing to be around her age, drinking any kind of liquor in a dark alley. Yet, when Marinette noticed the alcohol she figured they must be underage, otherwise they wouldn't be hiding in an alley to get drunk, especially not at this time. 

"HEY SEXY!" One of the guys yelled, whistling after Marinette. 

"You're that pretty designer huh?" Another yelled, taking way too many steps towards Marinette. 

She wasn't transformed, and she wouldn't be able to do so. She had nothing of that super-strength Tikki would give her, which would have kept that very guy from getting too close to her. 

But that wasn't the case. He walked up closer to Marinette, pushing her against the wall of a building, keeping her hostage with his arms. 

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She yelled, but it didn't seem as if someone heard her.