*listening to Keep it Undercover by Zendaya*

If only Adrien and Marinette knew how to "keep it under the covers"

Hmm? Hmm? :3

*Future self appears*

I've come to end your life for making such a terrible joke.

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Adrien POV

I can't decide what's worse about this situation right now. The fact that Marinette and I were having raw sex in my best friends bedroom, the fact that our secret relationship was no longer a secret....

Or maybe it's the fact that Alya and Nino are standing right in the doorway staring at us while I was balls deep inside Marinette.

It can't possibly get more awkward than this...

We were on top of the blankets so their was nothing covering our bodies from their view. They saw EVERYTHING.

I couldn't move and even if I could I wouldn't of been able to. Marinette was holding on to me so tightly that all I could do was stay where I was. Probably so she wouldn't be exposed any further.

So we just stayed there, completely still, while our friends stood in the doorway with surprise and shock written all over there faces.

Nino was the first to speak putting his hand near his mouth and clearing his throat he said. "Well this is..... interesting. I didn't think it would take fifteen minutes for them to get....this far. I think your plan worked a little too well Alya...."

"No shit!" Alya shouted, she looked pretty angry. "Just what the hell is THIS?! You two have some SERIOUS explaining to do, so put on your damn clothes and bring your asses into the living room NOW!!"

Alya stomped away heading back into the living room, Nino reached over to shut the door, before closing it all the way he had murmured something.

"Dude.......did you really have to fuck in my bed though?"

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Marinette POV

Well....I guess if anyone were to find out about Adrien and I dating, I'm glad it was our friends first.

Although Alya wasn't happy to catch us tangled in each other's arms making love. She was FURIOUS when we told her that we have been in this relationship for a good six months.

It only got worse when we got to the part where we didn't have any labels on the relationship until recently.

Nino pretty much had to hold her back from strangling Adrien.

"How DARE you play with Marinette's feelings like that?!"

I kept trying to tell her to calm down while at the same time Adrien was frantically apologizing to both Alya and myself. He really was the sweetest thing.

We also apologized to Nino for doing....THAT. In his bedroom, he didn't seem too upset, but he did mutter something about Adrien having to buy him a new mattress cause he was going to burn his own.

Our movie night came to quite a pause that night, but eventually everything was fine. It's been about a couple of weeks since our friends found out and since then Adrien and I have been more open about our relationship.

He holds my hand whenever we walked down street together and even kisses me goodbye right outside of my apartment complex despite the possibility of paparazzi being close by watching us.

Although it shouldn't be too big of a concern right?

At least that's what I had thought.

On my way home from work I had been passing a magazine stand and there were a bunch of people there ordering one magazine in particular.

I never really cared for gossip especially since it had always either been about Chloe or some nosy reporter getting into the business of another celebrity.

It wasn't until I heard Adrien's name that I stopped in my tracks.

"Did you hear about the scandalous affair involving Adrien Agreste?"

"They say that it's with that girl he's been seen around with lately."

"Isn't that the same girl slapping him in this picture?"

My head snapped towards the voices and I cut threw the crowd to pick up a magazine.

There it was on the front cover in bolded letters Two Timing Agreste, when I looked inside it showed recent photos of us together along with photos of him with Chloe at the hotel and then the one photo of me slapping him outside that very hotel.

I read a page, Adrien Agreste, son of Gabriel Agreste and top model to Agreste fashions, was seen with two different women recently. One of these women was identified as Chloe Bourgeois, daughter of the mayor and owner of Le Grand Paris Andre Bourgeois. The other is still unknowned to us, but witnesses have said that she was recognized as an upcoming designer in the fashion industry.

From our sources we concluded that Adrien was involved in a secret relationship with the designer and the mayor's daughter. Upon discovery his affair with Ms. Bourgeois, in a fit of rage the designer slapped the model across his face.

This is wrong.....this is ALL wrong..

Not only was the truth being stretched to far lengths, but the pictures were out of order and out of context to tell this damned story that was less than half of the truth.

The only thing in this entire paragraph that they had gotten right was me slapping him out of rage, but that was it!

I threw the magazine back onto the stand and pushed my way back out of the crowd. Once I was out I instantly pulled out my phone and called Adrien.

It rang, but there was no answer.

Once I heard his voicemail I hung up to try again and then I heard someone shout.

"There she is! That's the girl from the picture!"

I ran.

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Adrien POV

There are photographers and reporters practically covering the gate to my house. It's ridiculous, it looks like a fucking mob is raging war outside. Me getting a girlfriend can't possibly be that interesting.

My bodyguard shields me from the oncoming reporters as I get out the car and walk over to the gates, but I still hear them about their questions.

"Mr. Agreste! Is it true that you were involved in an affair with two different women?!"

"Who was it that you were seeing first? Ms. Bourgeois or the mysterious designer?!"

"Are you a cinnamon roll or a SINnamon roll?!" (*Snickers*)

What the fuck?? I don't even know what that last question was about, but I don't care my only objective is to get in my house and figure out what the hell is going on.

Once we're passed the gates my bodyguard keeps the crowd back preventing them from getting any closer and he closes the gate.

Walking through the doors the first person I see is Nathalie standing in front of her desk looking directly at me until her eyes shift to the upper right. Following her gaze I look to the top of the steps to see my father who held the same expression as always.

"Adrien what is the meaning of this?" He spoke down to me. "Is what I'm hearing the truth? Are you involved in a scandalous affair between two women?"

"Father that's-"

"Are you trying to tarnish the family name? The tabloids are going crazy because of your actions, you're reputation will sink because of this!"

"Father please if you would just-"

"And to get involved with a common girl? Is that where you've been running off to lately? Seeing her? If you're going to be with Chloe than it should ONLY be Chloe not some underclass no name-"

"WILL YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME?!" I tried to stay calm, but the more he kept talking the more frustrated I was getting. "There's no two timing affair, Chloe and I are NOT in that kind of relationship."

"So the picture of you two kissing at the Bourgeois hotel was fake?"

"Chloe kissed me by surprise, I didn't return it. It was a completely onesided and I had left the hotel after it happened."

"And what of this designer girl."

"I.....her and I have been together for about a month now and she's been the ONLY one I've been with. I've never been involved with anyone else."

"So you HAVE been messing around with a common girl."

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng is not common." I said defending my girlfriend tired of him labeling her in such a way. "She's by far the best designer in her group, the most hard-working and she will rise to become something much more."

He gave me a blank stare before nodding and turning away from me.

"I advise that you stay indoors until the ruckus outside is dealt with. We don't need something like this messing with your reputation." He says over his shoulder. "If it's all the same to you, I'd like to meet Ms. Dupain-Cheng whenever she has the time I'll make sure to keep a time opened for her."

When my father was out of sight I sighed, running my hands threw my hair.

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Sorry if this chapter feels rushed with the sudden Paparazzi drama.

I'm honestly not sure how that works since I, just like Marinette, do not care for the media and what they have to say about the lives of celebrities.

Anyways hope you all enjoyed I'll see you in the next chapter

Tata~!