Chat Noir X Reader: The Muse

Through the next week you kept chiding yourself for not having taken a picture of Chat as he slept. The memory of his sleeping face was still fresh on your mind though, so you decided to sketch it during an Art History class that had soon turned into chaos when one student said religious paintings were just a form of fanart.

When the class was finally finished, you were almost done with shading your drawing.

"Wow, it looks just like him." A voice said by your side. You turned and saw Marinette. Although she studied Fashion Design, Art History was common for many courses, so she was your classmate.

"You think so?" You smiled at her.

She smiled back and nodded. "Just don't let Alya see this or she'll want to post it on her blog."

"Her blog?" You tilted your head to the side.

"Yeah," She chuckled. "Her Ladybug blog."

"Oh." Was all you said, as you remembered that blog you first saw when searching for the two heroes, still thinking they were actors. It seemed so long ago.

"Do you like him?" You snapped your head back to Marinette.

"Err... Yes? I guess?" You rubbed your neck as you tried really hard not to think about the feel of his head on your shoulder while he slept or the way he licked your finger. No success. "He does a great job defending Paris and all, right? Hah..." You laughed, the sound a bit forced.

Marinette narrowed her eyes a bit, but soon smiled again. "You're right." You almost sighed in relief. "But it's alright if you're one of those hardcore fans of his, you know?" You looked at her, horrified, and she winked. "I won't judge you."

"See you!" She waved at you as she exited the room, leaving you there, wordlessly watching as she disappeared down the corridor.

You slumped in your chair and looked at your drawing in shock. He was just your muse, but why did you have a feeling you were in too deep?

When the weekend came you were a nervous mess. You had searched for Chat Noir's hardcore fans and boy, were they something. You didn't dare to read the fanfictions, but just the fanart had your cheeks heating up. It was a mistake.

You jumped when you heard the knock on your window. The sun was almost setting once again, and the dim light illuminated your living room. You could do this. You said his flirting wouldn't get to you, didn't you? With this on mind, you breathed deeply.

Pushing open the curtain, you didn't see anyone. Furrowing your brows, you opened the window. You almost looked outside, but hesitated for a second. What was the cat boy thinking? Did he want to surprise you? You narrowed your eyes.

"Chat?" You called, giving a step back with caution.

"Yes? " You heard a voice whisper in your ear as your back collided with a hard chest. You turned around quickly, goosebumps travelling up your arm.

"Stop doing this!" You said as you pushed his shoulder. He didn't budge and just laughed at you.

Chat looked down at the goosebumps on your arms and smirked. "But it's so much fun."

You threw your hands up. Whatever. You had already put your chair in place along with your drawing tools, so you just gestured for him to pose. He was still smirking at you. You wanted to slap him.

"I'll be doing quick one minute sketches," you sat down and got ready, "so think of a series of poses and change when the alarm go off. Ready?"

He turned his head to the side, cracking his neck. "Yeah."