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A/N: Oof, I thought I wouldn't be able to post this before the New Year. And yet, here we are. A big thank you to Jade, who helped me edit this big ass chapter!
In ao3, I asked if people would be okay with me changing the rating from Mature to Explicit. I didn't ask here on 抖阴社区 because it only has mature/not mature as a rating. So, due to basically unanimous approval, as of now, this story will be explicit, my darlings. Ayy. While some of you may rejoice for the smut that's about to come, to my readers that couldn't care less or avoid smut altogether, there won't be many changes. Or I'll make sure to not add important plot parts during the smut. I mostly wanted to be able to say cock, that's all. Yes, it's liberating.
Beware of the lewd meter and enjoy!
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Four days.
Four days cursing the sickness perturbing your body and wishing for it to go away quicker. Four days in which your prayers were all but ignored. The cold wasn't going away, and you'd have to deal with it. That seemed to be the message the universe was sending you.
During these few days, you didn't have the energy to deal with the rumors, which escalated after the Youtuber villain's appearance, so you decided to give yourself the rest of the week off from college. Adrien told you it was for the best. While the big media companies still didn't seem too interested in you, it was better to stay low, and you also 'needed to rest' – his words.
Your apparent need to rest was also the reason he decided to postpone making the two remaining Muses for the Figure Drawing project. The model said you'd do it when you got better, and you had to agree with him. You were in no shape to try sculpting.
You only wished the blonde could keep you company, but he had classes to attend. He had already missed a bunch of them because of the constant akuma attacks, and he couldn't miss more or he would fail the subjects. You wanted to stop thinking so much about Adrien, but everywhere you went in your apartment, you were reminded of him. His toothbrush besides yours in the bathroom, his black converses near your bed... It almost felt like you were living together.
Without Adrien and Plagg, the days seemed to pass slower and the sound of the rain outside was the only thing that filled the silence. You knew Chloé was keeping an eye on you in her patrols – even with the terrible weather – but it was hard to relax after the last akuma attacks.
Sometimes your thoughts got too taxing and you had an urge to go out to clear your head, but for that you'd have to call Mari and Chloé since you couldn't go out alone. You didn't want to bother them, so you stayed in your flat during the four days, trying to have an idea for the art contest.
The theme of this year was 'hands'. It seemed easy at first, but the blank pages of your sketchbook showed your nonexistent progress. You knew you didn't have an art block. It was just that the effort of thinking was excessively hard for your exhausted body, and all you wanted was to stay under the covers doing things that didn't require too much energy.
And you did exactly that. Adrien usually found you passed out on the couch when he arrived late at night and you would have a light conversation during dinner before heading to bed. When silence filled your flat again and even Plagg went quiet, you could feel there was something Adrien wanted to say, and you waited, but the mysterious words never came. And if you let out even a small cough, his expression would change to one of worry and the moment would be over.
You knew something was bothering Adrien after those two akuma attacks, however, you had no idea what. Maybe he still felt guilty for what happened? Either way, you couldn't bring yourself to ask. And when you woke up in the morning, Adrien was already gone, his presence only different from a dream thanks to the slight warm spot on the bed and the breakfast left for you on the kitchen counter.
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The fifth day of the cold had started much like the other four: with you alone in your flat, staring at the ceiling and listening to the rain hitting the windows. However, like the sky showing a few glimpses of sunlight in the afternoon, the universe seemed to think that you deserved a break. That or your body was finally healing.
You put your pencil down on your sketchbook and took a deep breath. A smile graced your lips. You should be upset about not being able to have an idea for the art contest – which you had been trying to do for the whole day – but you couldn't bring yourself to be mad. Not when you were finally able to breathe properly.
To top it off, you were now able to walk around your apartment without feeling like you needed to sleep afterwards, which meant that you would be able to go back to college soon. Your smile grew. You missed attending the classes, and since the rumors about you and Adrien had lessened thanks to a scandal involving a celebrity, you couldn't wait to go back on Monday.
You put your sketchbook by your side on the sofa and checked your phone for any new messages. Adrien had sent you some throughout the day, asking how you were, but he had been quiet for some time. You wondered if he was dealing with another akumatized villain.
Since Chloé began to patrol the area around your flat, no more villains had tried to go after you, but as if in retaliation, akuma attacks began to happen every day. The villains seemed rather weak and focused on making a ruckus around the city more than anything, but they still took some time to defeat.
Alya had a theory that making villains with more complex powers made Hawkmoth more tired, and since the last villains had been powerful, he had to rest. She had tried to find Marius and see if he seemed fatigued, but the guy was nowhere to be seen. She told you Julien didn't seem to be too well, but you refused to believe that your friend had anything to do with the villains. You had texted Julien, but he had yet to respond. You'd have to talk to him when you saw him on Monday.
Everything would get better then. You would be able to go to class, make the Muses with Adrien, and help Alya. You were tired of being so powerless. Or useless, just like Marius had told you in that dream. But you would be fine soon. You had to.
A noise came from your balcony and you jumped from your spot on the couch. With your heart slamming against your ribcage, you stared at the closed curtains. You could usually tell if it was Chat arriving, since he had a peculiar way of landing: softly, the heel of his foot touching the ground last. But this time the noise had been different.
You tiptoed to the window-door and heard voices coming from the other side.
"You worry too much, chaton." You recognized Ladybug's voice.
Wait. If she said chaton, then—
"But what if she doesn't want it?"
Your stomach lurched at the voice and you smiled. Chat. You hadn't seen him in these past days since Adrien was always back to his civilian self when he woke you up.
"I don't think you need to be too worried," Lady chuckled. "But if it does happen, just respect her wish."
Not being able to wait anymore, you threw open the curtains. Both heroes turned to look at you through the glass. A big, warm smile appeared on Chat's lips. His hair was a mess from the wind and all you wanted was to run your hands through it.
Lady whispered something to the cat boy as you opened the window-door, but all his focus remained on you. The eagerness in his gaze made you fumble with the lock and curse under your breath when you realized you were locking the door more, not opening it.
"Good evening," you said after finally opening the door. You glanced from Chat to Lady and leaned on the doorframe with faux casualness. "Is everything alright?"
"Everything is fine." Lady put a hand on Chat's shoulder. "I was just making sure chaton here made it back safely, so I'll be going now."
She squeezed Chat's shoulder and he looked at her. Lady gave him a pointed look and let go of him when he nodded. It always amazed you how they could have entire conversations without saying anything. You wished you could get to that level of communication with the cat boy too.
Ladybug turned to you with a smile. "I hope you're feeling better. Have a lovely night, au revoir!"
" Au... revoir," you said, but Lady had already jumped to another building.
You felt a cold pair of lips touch your cheek. You turned your head to the side and almost bumped your face with Chat's.
He grinned at you. "You're awake today, chérie ." He took your hand in his and pulled you inside. "How are you feeling?"
You watched as he closed the door behind him. "Better, but I don't think the cold is over yet."
He made an exaggerated pout as he approached you. "Oh, my poor princess." He caressed your cheek with the back of his finger. "What a cat-astrophe." You lightly shoved him and he chuckled.
You sniffled and pretended to wipe a tear away from your right eye. "If only my cat hero were here to take care of me."
"I'm here now," he said in a low voice.
You held his gaze for a few seconds before opening your arms. Chat's eyes lit up before he hugged you and buried his face into your neck. You laughed, angling your head up, and waited as Chat marked you. He nibbled on your skin but didn't bite as he normally did.
When he left a kiss on the base of your neck and leaned back, signalizing he was done, you hummed and hugged him. "How was your day, kitty?"
His arms held you in a loose embrace, and you tried not to shiver against his cold suit.
"Exhausting." He sighed.
"What you and Lady were talking about? You seemed worried."
"Oh, it was nothing important." He shrugged with one shoulder. "She was just giving me some advice."
You squeezed him. "Was it about me?" He snorted but didn't answer, so you continued. "You know you can talk to me, right, cat boy? Whatever it is, we can solve it together."
He hugged you tighter. "I know, ma chérie." He said that, and yet, his mouth remained shut. You wondered if Chat would ever talk to you freely. What was he so afraid of this time? First, it had to do with his secret identity, then his akumization. The cat boy always seemed to be anxious about something.
Chat cleared his throat. "Anyway, what were you doing? Drawing?"
You nodded. "Yeah, I was trying to think of something for the art contest."
He caressed your back, making small circles with his hands. "I can pose for you if you want."
You leaned back a little and eyed his hooded eyes and the slight slouch in his posture. The poor cat hero was barely standing on his feet. You couldn't do this to him; he deserved to rest.
You shook your head. "It's alright, cat boy. You can do it another day." You hugged him tighter, burying your face in his chest. "I missed you."
He chuckled. "We see each other every day."
You leaned back and touched the mask covering part of his face. "But not like this."
You saw his throat moving as he swallowed. This was the first time you were seeing him after that Youtuber got akumatized a few days ago, and you learned about Chat's 'deep secret'.
You touched his yellow bell absentmindedly. It made a faint noise. "I need to ask you something."
"O-okay." The cat boy looked away for a moment. He then grabbed your hand and pulled you to the sofa. "But you should sit down first, chérie. To conserve your energy."
You rolled your eyes but let him guide you to the sofa. You had given up trying to tell him it was just a cold and that you were already getting better.
You sat down, put your legs on the sofa, and patted the spot in front of you. "Come here."
After a moment of hesitation, Chat sat in the middle of your legs and leaned back into you, his head resting on your shoulder.
You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it back. You kept massaging his scalp until his body relaxed against yours. He closed his eyes and began to purr. It amused you that he wasn't transforming back. Maybe because you had said you missed him?
You felt an annoying itch in your throat. You cleared your throat as quietly as you could and tried not to cough so you wouldn't disrupt Chat's relaxed state. He'd instantly get into worried mode if he heard you coughing.
Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice.
"Chat?" You asked when you were sure he was relaxed. He hummed in response. "Is it true what you said in that fight against the Youtuber?" You had seen the video, since the villain had put it online, and it confirmed what Mari and Chloé had told you, but you wanted to hear it from the cat boy himself.
He licked his lips slowly. "What I said...?"
"You said that you wanted me to be rougher with you." You lightly touched his cat ear with your finger, going from the base to the tip. He sucked in a breath and his eyes fluttered open.
"...Yes," he said in a breathy tone that made heat bloom between your legs.
You slightly moved your hips under him. "And what do you want me to do?" You sniffled, feeling your nose begin to clog up a little. Fuck this stupid cold.
Chat worried his bottom lip and picked at his claws before answering. "I... I don't know."
You leaned closer to his ear to whisper, "I need you to tell me so we can play, kitty."
"I—"
A bright green light made you blind for a few seconds. When you finally were able to see again, Adrien was lying against you. He detangled himself from your arms and sat up on the sofa. He passed a hand through his hair, adjusting the rebel strands that stood up from his sudden movement.
"Well, hello there, model boy." You glanced at the kwami sitting on his leg. "And Plagg." The kwami flew to your lap and your hand automatically went to touch him. He rubbed his face against your fingers.
"Hey." Adrien scratched his neck. Now that the black mask was gone, you could clearly see redness tinting his cheeks.
You tilted your head. "You okay?" He had transformed back out of nowhere. Not even the ring had beeped.
"Yes... Yes, I—" He passed a hand over his face and let out a coy laugh. "I don't know what I was thinking."
"I do." Plagg grinned.
"Shut up." Adrien fixed him with a glare.
You pouted at the kwami. "Tell me, Plagg. Please."
Plagg joined his front paws. "Well, you see—"
"If you say anything, no more imported cheese for you," Adrien warned, his voice dangerously low. You rolled your right shoulder as a shiver went down your spine.
Plagg's eyes widened and he clamped his mouth shut. He gave you an apologetic smile. "Désolé."
You huffed. You couldn't compete with Adrien's money. "This isn't fair. More secrets—" Your voice died in your throat when JiYong's terrified face appeared in your mind. You couldn't complain about secrets anymore. Not when you carried such a terrifying and important one.
Adrien tapped your leg two times and got up. "I'll begin to work on the dinner."
"I can help—" You began to get up, but he stopped you.
"No, no. Please rest, ma belle. We can do it together next time."
You watched with furrowed brows as Adrien rushed to the kitchen. Plagg gave you a shrug and went after him, leaving you alone in the living room.
You slid down until you were lying on the sofa and scowled at the ceiling. Whatever Adrien and Plagg were hiding, you hoped it would be worth it when they finally decided to share it with you. For Adrien to be so embarrassed about it, it had to be good.
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Thunders roared outside your apartment, the low noise mixing with the sound of cars passing by in the street below. You had grown used to the melody of the rain and thunder; it was part of your day now, along with the cold wind that always accompanied the storms. Night had fallen and Adrien still hadn't come back, but that was a normal occurrence these days. Earlier you had seen the miraculous heroes fighting a Medusa-like villain, so the blonde was probably going to arrive late as usual.
After seeing that the fight was going well in a streaming site, you paced around your bedroom, your phone in hand. Alya had just sent you a message. During these past four days, she had seen the dark butterflies you had told her about and decided to try and follow them. She was doing that now. Your fingers were itching to throw open your flat's door and go after her, but you knew you shouldn't.
Two more days, you told yourself. Two more days and it would be Monday. The stubborn sickness would be gone, you would go back to college and continue your investigation with Alya. Just two more days.
You froze when you heard a familiar noise come from the balcony. Chat had arrived. With a smile curling your lips, you went to the living room to greet the cat boy. Thankfully he had come back before the rain started again.
A rough knock came from the window-door. You furrowed your brows. Chat usually didn't knock like that. Had you been wrong about your assumption? You carefully pushed one curtain aside and peered outside. The light from the living room barely illuminated a figure in a red suit standing behind the glass. Ladybug? Lightning crossed the sky behind Lady, fully illuminating her and the cat hero lying in her arms.
"Oh my god," you whispered under your breath as you rushed to open the door. Your hands trembled on the handle as flashbacks of Chat bleeding on the rug of your living room came back to you. Not again. Please, not again.
The curtains blew in the wind when you opened the window-door. "Lady! What happened?"
"A mess, that's what happened." Ladybug stepped inside as lightning crackled across the sky and a loud thunder followed suit.
You closed the door, cursing at your shaking hands, and rushed to Lady's side to look at Chat. His eyes were closed and he had a scratch on his cheek, but he didn't seem to be bleeding.
"Is he okay?" You asked in a small voice.
Lady glanced down at the blonde. "He's alright, but Medusa was able to inject some poison in him. My powers helped to get most of it out of his system, but he was still acting weird, so I took him to a doctor I know."
"The doctor lady said I'm fine." Chat slurred. You looked back at him. He blinked a few times and smiled at you. "Hey, beautiful."
"Hey, kitty." You pushed his hair back, away from his face, and his smile broadened. You put a hand on his forehead and glanced at Lady. "He's burning up."
"For you, baby." Chat sang in a dramatic impersonation of Nick Jonas.
Lady's face remained impassive as if even reacting was too much effort. She fixed her heavy eyes on you. "The doctor gave him some medicine for the fever and the effects of the poison, but he might need to take it again in 3 hours. Can you take care of him?"
"I already told you I can take care of myself, Lady." Chat trashed around, but Lady held him firmly. "We don't need to bother my beautiful angel."
"Don't you want me to help you, kitty?" You touched his arm and he froze in Lady's arms. "I'll make sure to take good care of you."
He stared at you, his green eyes unmoving. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, please."
You squeezed his arm and smiled. "Wonderful." Glancing at Lady, you motioned for her to go to the corridor.
"That was easy," the brunette muttered.
Lady began to walk and you followed after her, twisting your hands in front of you. Chat didn't seem to be too hurt, which was good, but you couldn't help but worry about his health.
Lady stopped at the end of the corridor and you almost bumped into her.
You motioned to your bedroom. "You can put him on my bed."
"Ooo, I like where this is going!" You heard Chat exclaim and a small sigh from Ladybug followed. She really wasn't in the mood for the cat boy's antics.
You turned the lights on, and she put him down on the mattress slowly. "He still has some time left, so he should stay transformed for as long as he can. The miraculous powers can heal him better like this."
"Got it." You nodded, staring at Chat as he stretched on the bed while softly singing 'Burnin' Up' by the Jonas Brothers to himself.
Bright light filled the room for a moment and Ladybug transformed back into Mari.
Tikki waved at you before looking down at Chat with concern. "Poor thing." The cat boy seemed unaware of her pitying words and continued with his singing.
"All I can see is you," he pointed at you before throwing his head backwards. "Oh! Staring me down, I know you feel it too."
You glanced at Marinette, who shrugged. She gave Tikki a macaroon from her purse before turning to you. "He tried to protect me and Bee from an attack and got hit. He normally wouldn't make a mistake like this, but I think he's exhausted."
You grimaced. He had been worrying about you, dealing with the akumas, and also going to college. Of course he was worn out.
Mari saw your expression and added, "I mean, we all are. It's not your fault." She touched your shoulder and put a medicine box in your hand. "Just make sure he rests and give him the medication if the fever gets worse. It will be okay."
"What about you?" You asked. "Are you okay?"
Her mouth curled into a small smile. "Yeah, I just need a good night's sleep."
Chat extended his hand to you and whined your name. Apparently, he had finished the song. You put the medicine on the bedside table and sat down by his side.
He laid his head down on your lap, grabbed your hand and began to leave light kisses on it. "Je t'aime, je t'aime, mon amour."
You looked at Mari, who was watching with a funny look on her face. "When you said he was acting weird, what did you mean by that?"
She rubbed the back of her head. "To put it simply, he was acting really drunk. I was afraid he might do something reckless. Now he's much better, but before I used my powers..." She let out a low whistle.
Chat kissed the inside of your wrist. "Princess, I need you," he whispered, but it was easily heard in the silence of the room. "Please."
Marinette's eyebrows went up on her forehead. "Well, we should go. He's in good hands now, right, Tikki?"
Tikki nodded. "Couldn't agree more."
Before they could leave the bedroom, you asked, "Did you get any leads on Hawk—" But then Chat began to suck on your index finger, cutting you off. You pulled your hand back and glared at him. "Chat, stop it."
Mari gave Tikki a look. "We're checking the warehouse every day, but we couldn't find anything until now."
"Love?" The cat hero pulled on your hand.
You sighed and looked down at him. "Yes?"
He looked up at you with hooded eyes and licked his lips before saying, "I want you to tie me up and fuck me."
"Whoa there!" Mari put her hands up and turned around. "Yep, definitely leaving now. Let's go, Tikki!"
"Wait, Mari!" You tried to go after her to ask more about Hawkmoth, but Chat grabbed your arm.
"Don't go, please." He whined, looking at you with pleading eyes. You huffed, sitting down on the bed again.
"I'm leaving!" Mari's voice came from the living room. "I'll lock the door and throw the key under it!"
Chat began to kiss your hand again. "Finally. I have you all to myself."
"What is up with you, kitty?" You put a hand on his forehead. He seemed less feverish than when he arrived. "Are you still drunk?"
"Noooo. I missed you." He hid his face in your lap. "These past days were so lonely."
You arched one eyebrow at him as you stroked his head. "We saw each other every day."
He scrunched up his face, and you almost wanted to laugh. "That's not what I meant." He began to leave kisses on your thighs. "Please fuck me."
"No, Chat. You need to rest." You pushed him back carefully until he was lying on his back. You felt him purr under your hand.
"Babe, please." Chat whined and tried to grab your waist again. "I'll do anything. Inside my duffel bag there's a—"
You took his hands away from you and pinned them above his head. "Chat Noir," you said in a stern voice. He blinked at you. "Stop."
He looked up at his pinned hands and then back at you, eyes half-lidded. He tried to get free, but you tightened your hold. He let out a quiet breathy moan. "Yes."
"No." You glared at him, wishing he'd stop making those lewd sounds. "Behave or I'm going to—"
"Punish me?" His cat ears perked up.
"No. I'm going to leave you here alone." You tried to maintain a stoic face. You wouldn't leave him alone in the state he was in, but he didn't have to know that.
Your expression seemed convincing, because Chat's cat ears went flat against his hair. "No. Please don't leave, chérie."
"Then lay down and rest. We can do whatever you want tomorrow, ok?" He looked away from you and let out a pent-up breath. You bit your lip to contain a smile. The cat boy seemed really disappointed. It was too cute. "Now, will you be a good kitty for me?" When he didn't answer, you tightened your hold on his wrists just to get his attention. "Will you?"
His mouth formed a pout for a brief moment before he relaxed. "Alright."
You let go of him and leaned back. Chat stood still for exactly five seconds before he began to take off his suit.
You let out a long sigh, your shoulders sagging. "What are you doing?"
"It's too hot." He tried to pull the suit from his shoulder, but he hissed, his face contorting in pain.
If you didn't help him, he'd hurt himself even more. You clicked your tongue. "Chat, stop. Wait."
You helped him get undressed carefully. He shivered every time your hands brushed his skin. When the blonde finally lay on the bed with only the mask and the cat ears, you let your eyes roam his body, first checking for any injuries and then admiring his muscles. You tried to pry your eyes away, but you couldn't. You had been deprived of his touch for a few days and just the sight of his body was making your heart speed up and the room seem too hot. How long had it been? Almost a week? You gave your lips a tantalizing lick when you saw he was hard already.
"Chérie," Chat called, making you snap your eyes to his heavy-lidded ones. "I can't rest like this."
You stared at his suit on the ground and pressed your legs together, determined to ignore the heat between your legs. "Think about something disgusting. It'll pass." It didn't matter how much he begged, it wasn't going to work. You could wait until tomorrow. He needed to rest.
Chat said your name quietly, making you glance at him. He bared his neck to you, and your stomach fluttered at the obvious sign of submission.
"Please," he whispered.
Goddammit.
"Stay on all fours," you ordered as you climbed on the bed. That way you wouldn't feel tempted to kiss him and prolong this.
Chat just stared at you like you had spoken in a different language.
"Do it before I change my mind," you said in a low voice. He quickly turned around and put his ass up in your direction. You grabbed a pillow and handed it to him. "Put this under you."
When he was ready, you pulled his hard cock backwards. He rolled his hips on the pillow as a relieved moan left his lips.
You lightly ran your index finger on his inner thighs. He moaned and his cock twitched. "Were you hard like this all this time?"
He let out a hum, and you saw his head bobbing up and down as he nodded. His hair was spread out on the mattress, like a beautiful messy golden halo around his head.
"Even while Marinette was here?" He nodded again. "How naughty." You bit his ass cheek. He curved his spine as a broken moan left his lips. You admired the red marks of your teeth on his pale, smooth skin.
He shivered when you began to stroke him. A bit of precum left his cock and you caught it with your thumb.
You glanced at the clean sheets of the bed and pursed your lips. "Wait."
Chat groaned in protest when you let go of him. You put a cloth under his cock, hoping that the mattress would be saved when he came.
The blonde raised his butt a little higher. "Princess, please."
"So impatient." You smacked his ass, and he let out a surprised moan. "You need to be more patient, kitty." Another slap, another moan.
You began to stroke him again, and he moved his hips, trying to get more friction.
"Fuck," he mumbled into the mattress.
You caressed his back with your free hand. "Are you feeling good?"
"Ah, yes." He moaned. "Please, just fuck me."
You lightly shook your head. "Not today, kitty, but I'll help you relax."
You increased your pace and began to use your mouth, and soon his moans were drowning out the sound of thunder outside. You were dripping at this point, but you'd have to take care of yourself later.
On a whim, you teased at his entrance with your free hand. Your eyes widened when he shuddered violently and moaned into the bed. "Ah, yes! "
You did it again and it had the same result, albeit weaker. "You like this, kitty?"
"Yes! Yes, keep going," he said, his ragged voice muffled by the mattress.
You hummed and complied, doing gentle movements and gauging his reaction. You loved discovering new things about him, loved seeing his reactions, and enjoying the ways you could make him squirm. If only you could convey in a drawing or a painting what you felt and saw when he was lost in pleasure, lost in you... But you didn't think it was possible.
When you started to lick at his entrance, he let out a loud moan that made a shiver run through your whole body. His legs trembled as he came with thick spurts on your hand and on the cloth. You kept milking him until he began to try to get away from your touch. When you let go of him, he collapsed on the bed, his knees giving out.
"You okay, love?" You caressed his back and then took the pillow from under him. He didn't move an inch and only hummed in agreement.
His heavy breathing filled the room, along with a soft purring coming from his chest. After grabbing the dirty cloth and throwing it on the ground, you stared at the remaining come that was on your hand. Feeling Chat's gaze on you, you turned to look at him and saw his hooded eyes focused on your hand. It seemed like he was about to fall asleep at any second. Holding his gaze, you raised your hand and gave your fingers a long lick. He groaned, closing his eyes, and his cock twitched as if trying to get hard again.
You chuckled, pushed some locks away from Chat's face, and kissed his cheek. "Better now?" He hummed and let out a deep sigh. You covered him with a blanket and kissed his forehead, noticing that the fever was gone. "Bonne nuit, mon amour."
He mumbled something in response, but you couldn't decipher what it was.
You walked out of the room and leaned on the corridor wall. You put a hand inside your underwear and hissed at the mess. You'd really have to take care of yourself before going to sleep.
Remembering Marinette's words, you walked into the living room and got the keys from the ground with a smile, remembering the brunette's reaction. She'd probably tease Adrien forever because of what happened.
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The sun had been past the middle of the sky when Adrien woke up. You had let him sleep. It was Sunday and he needed to rest.
You ran your hands over his shoulders. "You're so stiff. Relax."
He sighed, staring forward at the roofs of the buildings and the top of the trees. "I can't."
The roof of your apartment's building was high enough to see a great part of Paris and it had a wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower. You were skeptical at first when Adrien had suggested climbing through the hatch in the building's corridor, but he had insisted that the landlady wouldn't mind, so you had complied. You were thankful for his insistence, because otherwise you would've missed the breathtaking view.
Even if it was late afternoon, the sun still illuminated the sky. The rain had finally stopped for a moment and a brief moment of sunshine colored the once dull tones of the city. You didn't have to wander around the streets to know that people were all over the parks and by the Seine, sunbathing. Plagg was sprawled on the roof by your side, with his tummy up. It seemed that he had missed the sun too.
However, it still wasn't warm enough to ditch long sleeves, due to the cold breeze. You thanked the heavens for the walls separating the roofs, which protected you from the wind. You really didn't want to get sick again, not after you had just gotten better.
You grabbed a grape and held it over Adrien's mouth. He took it and thanked you as he chewed. The rest of your lunch was on the picnic blanket by your side, the empty plates a proof of how delicious it had been.
You had taken some food and wine with you in hopes to make Adrien relax and forget about his problems for a while, but it wasn't working so well. Each time there was a noise, even if small, he'd briskly turn his head in the direction of the sound and stay alert.
"I can't relax knowing that someone might attack you." He adjusted himself between your legs and leaned more into you.
"Hawkmoth has stopped targeting me for now." You wrapped your arms around his torso. "You should be more worried about yourself, Adrien. Aren't you still hurting from yesterday?" His fever hadn't returned and his bruises were gone, but he had been rather quiet since he had woken up. If it was due to pain or a bruised ego from being hit by the villain, you had no idea.
"I'm okay." He put his hands on top of yours. "About yesterday..."
You put your chin on his shoulder and smiled as you remembered Mari's shocked face and Chat's muffled moans. "Yes?"
Adrien took a deep breath. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
Your eyebrows furrowed. Uncomfortable? You glanced at Adrien's face and saw a light blush on his cheeks. Oh, model boy was embarrassed. That could be another reason for his quietness before.
You caressed his arms. "You didn't. There's no need to apologize."
He shook his head slightly, making his hair tickle your cheek. "I was too needy. I'm sorry."
"Adrien, there's no need to apologize for being yourself. Unless..." Your hands stilled and you felt his shoulders rise a little. "Did you want that? Because if you didn't and I—"
"No, no. I wanted it." He glanced back at you before looking forward again. "I... really wanted it."
You licked your lips. "Alright. Then there's no need to apologize. And I thought it was hot." You leaned in and kissed his neck. "You have no idea how wet I was from hearing you moaning and begging me to fuck you," you whispered in his ear and continued to leave kisses up and down his neck. You missed kissing him. You hadn't been able to do it properly these past days.
Adrien began to move his head around to check your surroundings, making it difficult for you to continue. "We're out in the open."
You put one hand on the other side of his neck to keep him still. "It's too high up and there's no one here."
You bit down on the base of his neck and sucked, receiving a moan from him. When he didn't tell you to stop, you slid your free hand under his shirt and began to touch his abs. His muscles contracted under your hand and he let out a shaky breath. He put a hand over his mouth, but you could still hear his muffled groans as you got closer to his waistband.
"I can't take the image of you begging from my mind," you said lowly. "You with your ass up, just waiting for me."
"Chérie..." He leaned back fully into you. The previous tenseness of his muscles was slowly going away.
"The cheese is all gone." Plagg flew in front of you two, his face impassive.
If Adrien was transformed, you were pretty sure he would have growled at the kwami. But instead, he settled for an annoyed grumble. "Go get more, then." You hummed in agreement and kept kissing and sucking the blonde's neck.
Plagg crossed his little arms over his chest. "You locked the apartment. I'm not Pollen, I can't phase through things."
You glanced from one of them to the other. It seemed that Plagg wouldn't back down.
Adrien rolled his eyes and put his hands on top of yours on his stomach. "Then you'll have to wait until we go down."
Plagg narrowed his green eyes at him and then focused on you. "You remember yesterday?" Your lips made a wet sound when you leaned away from Adrien's neck. "When Chat asked you to fuck him, he actually meant—"
"Alright, you jerk." Adrien took your arms off him and got up. Plagg grinned at the blonde as he adjusted his shirt. The kwami seemed to be enjoying blackmailing him.
You sighed. You had told yourself that you would wait for him to tell you whatever this 'secret' was, but this was hard. Curiosity was eating you from inside. "Is this about you wanting me to be rougher with you? I know you won't tell me for whatever reason, but maybe you should let me and Chat talk."
Adrien open his mouth, but then closed it and bit his bottom lip. "I'll think about it." He walked over to the hatch as Plagg wiggled his eyebrows at you. You pursed your lips at the kwami. Not even him was on your side this time.
You got up with a groan. "Wait, I'll go with you." Since they were going down, you could use the opportunity to use the bathroom.
You went down through the hatch and Adrien helped you jump down to the corridor. As soon as you unlocked your flat's door, Plagg did a pirouette in the air, and flew to the kitchen. Adrien rolled his eyes so hard that you couldn't help but laugh quietly as you walked through the living room towards the bathroom.
Your steps slowed as you went until you stopped in the middle of the room, your eyebrows furrowed.
It was cold. Too cold. You looked to the side when you saw a movement. The curtains were blowing in the wind.
"What is it?" Adrien asked.
You stared at the open window-door. You didn't remember leaving it like that.
You opened your mouth to answer Adrien when you noticed something moving in the corridor. You ducked. A white ball went past your head and hit the wall, disintegrating in an explosion of yellow light.
"What a pity, it would've been a perfect strike," a woman wearing a golden hijab said. Her hands were glowing in a menacing bright color that hurt to look at. "You have good reflexes, kid."
If your stun gun had arrived, you might have considered throwing it at her or something, but since it was still on the way, you turned around and ran. You grabbed Adrien's arm and pulled him out of the door. Without looking back, you ran down the stairs, jumping a few steps as you went. Adrien held you when you almost lost your footing.
"Look out!" He exclaimed when the villain threw another ball of energy your way. You ducked again, and it hit the wall, only a few centimeters away from your head.
When you arrived at the ground floor, Adrien threw open the door and you ran outside. He slammed the door closed behind you and grabbed your hand again. You ran down the street by his side, trying to keep up with his pace while struggling to breathe. You heard an explosion and screams behind you, but you didn't look back.
"C'mon! This way!" Adrien pulled you to a narrow street and then to another.
You felt pain blossom on your back and fell to the ground, scratching your hands on the cobbled street. Adrien screamed your name and tried to help you, but he was hit by a white ball and fell backwards into a group of bikes lined up near the wall.
"Adrien!" You exclaimed.
You turned around and saw the villain towering over you with a wicked grin, her glowing hand stretched to grab you. A bike came flying and hit her on the face, making her fall back in a mess of limbs. You looked behind you in time to see Adrien running your way. The villain got up and got ready to hit him again when Queen Bee landed a kick on her stomach.
"Get out of here!" Bee screamed at Adrien.
The model rushed to your side and grabbed your arm to help you stand. The moment he touched you, an electric shock ran through your body, and you screamed as you were thrown backwards. You hit something hard and everything went black.
You groaned as your eyes fluttered open. Bees seemed to be buzzing inside your head, trying to get out through your temples. Your back was hurting like hell too. What the hell happened? You slowly sat up and your vision swayed, making you snap your eyes shut. When you opened them again, you saw yourself looking back with a terrified expression.
You screamed and the other you screamed in response.
"You—" you put a hand on your throat. Your voice was so different.
You looked at your hands and saw a familiar silver ring on your right hand. You turned your hand around. It was Adrien's ring.
"Oh my god." You heard Adrien's voice come out of your throat. "Oh my fucking god."
"Chérie?" The other you asked. She looked at her own body and then at you again.
"Adrien, is that you?" You asked, your voice cracking. The other you nodded. You cursed under your breath. "Is this for real? Are we dreaming?"
He looked at his hands, now your hands, and flexed them. This was too confusing. "I think it's real," he said in your voice. Did you really sound like that? "That villain hit you with something and then you touched me." He looked up at you. "Her power must be body swapping."
You breathed deeply through your nose and passed a hand through your hair. You pulled a few strands to your eye level. The familiar blonde color of Adrien's hair greeted you. This was really happening.
"Are you two ok?" You heard Plagg's voice and looked up. The kwami had probably followed you after the villain was gone. He looked from Adrien to you.
"Yes, and no," Adrien said as he got up from the ground. He seemed to be taking this much better than you. Maybe he was used to crazy shit like this happening. "We swapped bodies."
Plagg's mouth went slack. He did a double-take at you and Adrien. "Are you serious?"
You nodded. "Yes." Adrien gave you a hand to help you stand. You pulled him to you, almost making him fall. "Sorry. I forgot how strong you are."
He tried to hide a smile. "Anyway, we need to get out of here fast. That villain tried to touch you, which means she wanted to exchange bodies with you for whatever reason."
"To expose our relationship, probably. It seems to be their goal." You scowled and pushed your hair away from your face. It kept falling into your eyes. "I don't understand why Hawkmoth's so obsessed with this plan. Why is it so important?"
"I have no idea." Adrien stared at his hands again, and you wondered if he was tripping as much as you were. "All I know is that we need to hide before the villain finds us, but we can't go back to your apartment because she might check there."
You looked around the alleyway. "Where do we go then?"
Adrien glanced at Plagg. "I have an idea."
The small attic apartment didn't have any signs of dust, even if it looked like no one had lived there for some time. Everything was placed too correctly. From the petit table for two, to the white rug on the ground, and the dark grey bed sheets, the place almost seemed brand new.
You walked closer to the windows. Outside, there wasn't a single soul in the quiet residential street. "Is this place yours?" You asked as you rolled your shoulders. The pain on your back was subsiding slowly. You figured it was probably from when the villain threw Adrien against those bikes.
"My family's actually," Adrien said from the sofa near the wall. "Sometimes I rent it for tourists, but it's too much work." He was staring at his hand again, turning it around from time to time. You couldn't understand what was so fascinating about your fingers. You imagined he'd be more interested in other body parts.
"It's a beautiful place." You walked up to him while trying to adjust your jeans. God, this is annoying. While being in Adrien's body was fascinating, you couldn't get used to the weight between your legs.
The door of the refrigerator made a sound as Plagg closed it with a scowl. "There's no food! I remember leaving one cheese here before, but it's gone."
Adrien huffed. "What did you expect? We haven't been here in ages."
"You used to come here a lot?" You looked around the place, trying to imagine someone living here.
Plagg sent Adrien a dirty look. "More than I would like."
You turned to the blonde. He was staring at his lap. It was almost like he hadn't heard what Plagg had said.
"You didn't have your studio back then?" You asked.
"I did..." The model didn't look up. "I used this place for... other things."
Your eyebrows began to furrow when it all clicked in your head. Plagg's comment, Adrien's bashfulness... The hook ups. Adrien probably used this place to meet with strangers as Chat.
You stared at the queen-sized bed. "I see."
"I... don't even remember their faces," Adrien said in a small voice, like he was talking to himself.
How depressing. You pressed your lips together and averted your eyes from the bed. What had happened in the past should stay there. You knew that, and yet you couldn't help but feel your perception of the apartment change. You stared at the sofa and wondered if Chat had fucked someone on it.
"Please don't be upset." Hearing your own voice made you snap out of it. Adrien was staring at you and the slight dent between his eyebrows showed his distress.
"I'm not." You sat down by his side. You tried to change the focus of your thoughts to how Adrien must have felt at the time. You could only imagine how broken and lost he must have been. Giving himself away to strangers in order to fill the emptiness in his heart.
"Really?" He searched your face.
You took his hand in yours. "Really."
You jumped when you felt something vibrate in your back pocket. 'Everybody Wants to Be a Cat' started to play.
"It's my phone," Adrien said as you struggled to get the phone out.
"Duh." Plagg rolled his eyes. "Who else would have that ringtone?"
Adrien narrowed his eyes. "You would."
The kwami shrugged. "Fair enough."
You looked at the screen before giving the phone to Adrien. "It's Marinette."
He put the phone next to his ear. "Allô? No, it's Adrien talking. Yeah, we switched bodies." Plagg flew to your lap as Adrien continued to talk. "We're at the apartment in Montparnasse. Why?"
You rubbed Plagg's head. Now that you had Adrien's ring, you wondered how it would feel to transform into Chat Noir. How would your personality mix with Plagg's?
"What?" Adrien raised his voice, making you and Plagg jolt. The blonde glanced at you, and you arched one eyebrow at him in return. "I don't think it's a good idea. Allô? Marinette?" He looked at the phone with a scowl.
"What happened?"
"She's going to come here. The villain was going after our friends and my father, but Lady and Bee managed to stop her," he explained. It seemed that this villain was really persistent. "Mari said she used her power, but she needs Chat Noir for it to work."
"But how are you going to transform?" Plagg asked from your lap.
"Exactly." Adrien put his phone on the sofa. "That's why I told her it isn't a good idea, but I don't think she heard me."
You leaned back into the sofa and began to trace your abs through your shirt. Plagg watched you with amused eyes.
"Are you having fun?" Adrien asked.
You glanced at him before saying, "Yeah. I don't know how you live with these looks, model boy."
Adrien smiled. "I could say the same thing about you." You mirrored his smile, but then his expression turned serious. "You really aren't upset?"
It took you a moment to understand he was talking about the hook ups again. You shrugged. "I might get a little jealous, but I'll manage. I just have to remind myself that you're all mine now." You winked at him.
Adrien stared at you for a moment before he chuckled. "It's really weird to hear that from myself."
You laughed. "Yeah, it's weird to say it to myself too."
"But I noticed that you use my body differently," Adrien said. "I can still see you in me."
"I noticed that too," Plagg looked from you to the model.
"How poetic," you said in a dramatic tone, however, you could see Adrien in you too. His smile and mannerisms were the same, even if the body was yours.
His eyes dropped to your mouth for a moment. "I wonder how it would feel... to kiss you like this."
"Oh my," you arched one eyebrow. "You want to kiss yourself, Agreste? How narcissistic." Plagg snickered while Adrien playfully rolled his eyes. You glanced down at your crotch. "I could literally fuck you right now if you wanted." Adrien's eyes widened and you smirked. You felt your jeans tighten and shifted on the sofa. "Are you interested?"
"Aaaand, I'm out," Plagg flew to the open window and lay on the parapet.
You felt a little bad for the kwami, but those feelings were all but forgotten when Adrien blurted out, "Yeah."
Your eyes snapped to his. You didn't think he was going to agree to your crazy proposition. You were just teasing. Partially.
You sucked in a breath when the model leaned in and his lips touched yours. I'm kissing myself, was all you could think.
You closed your eyes to make things less weird and let yourself get lost in the kiss. Adrien let out a small moan and you shivered when you heard your own voice. This was bizarre. You let out a loud moan in retaliation and Adrien laughed, pulling back a little.
"This is too weird." He grinned.
You mirrored his smile. "Agreed." You leaned in again when someone cleared their throat.
You both turned your heads in the direction of the sound and saw Ladybug on the window parapet.
"I should've known you guys wouldn't lose the opportunity." She climbed down and greeted Plagg with a scratch behind his ear. "I'd let you continue, but I need Chat's power for Lucky Charm to work and I don't know for how long Bee can keep the Switch Witch occupied." You snorted at the villains' name. Really, Hawkmoth?
"How do you expect me to transform like this?" Adrien motioned to himself.
"Not you." She motioned to you with her chin. "Her."
"Me?" You put a hand on your chest. It was quite hard, and you were thrown off for a brief moment before you continued. "Are you crazy? I don't know how to fight a supervillain."
"I'll assist you." Plagg flew in front of you with a big smile on his face.
Adrien put a hand on your thigh. "No, I'm not letting her risk her life."
"Adrien, it's the only way. Your body is more used to the miraculous powers than hers." Ladybug walked up to you. Adrien's fingers gripped your thigh. "You might hurt her if you use the ring for a fight like this." Lady turned her gaze to you. "We don't have much time."
You glanced at Adrien, but he just stared back at you. Even if worry was apparent in his eyes, the message was clear: the choice was yours.
"Alright, I'll do it." You kissed Adrien's cheek. "I'll be back for you, chérie."
He huffed. "You better, kitty." You chuckled as you stood up and walked to the middle of the room.
Plagg grinned at you. "You just have to say, 'Plagg, transform me' and I'll do the rest."
"Alright." You took a deep breath before exclaiming, "Plagg, transform me!"
You didn't know why you thought that wouldn't work. It was only when you saw Plagg being sucked into the ring that you realized this was really happening. A surge of energy and power went through your whole body and you felt another conscience brush yours. It seemed to purr to you, and you welcomed it, like a long lost friend.
When you opened your eyes, your vision was sharper. Your cat ears twitched when a car passed in the street below and you sniffed the air, feeling a mix of aromas around you. Your eyes met Adrien's. His mouth was slightly open as he stared at you.
You touched his chin and closed his mouth. "Don't drool, babe."
He blinked a few times. "Be careful."
You winked at him. "I'm Chat Noir, love. Careful is my middle name."
"I hate to interrupt, love birds, but we need to go." Lady walked to the window and you followed her. She turned to Adrien. "Everything will be fine, don't worry."
The model nodded. "I trust you."
Lady climbed the window and jumped to the roof. You sent Adrien one last smile and went after her. You knew you should be worried, but in your chest there was only excitement and confidence as you stood by her side watching the city.
You got this, something seemed to tell you.
And you chose to believe it.
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A/N: Is this considered a cliffhanger? lol If it is, I won't apologize for it hahahha it's a beautiful one! (I say this about every cliffhanger but it's true ok) also, the smut is far from over ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
But seriously, the year is about to end, and three years ago, I never thought a simple story written from the urge of a hopeless heart would become what The Muse is today. I cried when I saw the first Miraculous Ladybug episodes, guys. Yes, it was THAT bad. I may not be the same person I was three years ago, but my appreciation for anyone that reads this story remains the same. Thanks to this fanfic, I was able to get to know incredible people and understand the impact that fanfics and stories can have on others, and I know I want to keep doing this for the rest of my life.
I wish every single one of you a Happy New Year, and may 2020 be a kinder year to us all. May it bring new opportunities, new beginnings, and new experiences. Please never forget that you're worthy and you deserve to be happy and loved.
I'll see you all soon! ♡