Adrien wouldn't say that he was late to develop, it was more of a late realisation. When he'd first met Ladybug, the tight fitting catsuit, the bright blue bell eyes and raven black hair were just things. Just body parts he liked. She was pretty—no wait, let's rewrite that! She was gorgeous! And her personality was...how did they say it on Discord on yes... *chefs kiss*.

That was fine. It was all good. He finally had a love of his life crush, and he was writing their names together on notepads, decorating them with hearts and thinking about her all day and most of the night too. He had action figures of the two of them and made them kiss (nothing more), and to him the name Ladybug Agreste sounded amazing.

He was happy just thinking about the pretty girl he worked with, the pretty girl he wanted to make his wife. Marriage at that age was simple. She would be someone who shared a last name, a house, meals, a hamster and kids. The thought never crossed his mind at that point how those kids would be made. Of course he'd had sex education but that never really registered...

Until one day.

At the grand old age of 17, Adrien Agreste finally had his male awakening. Now come to think about it, it had been developing for a while, a little lift here, and a tightening there (if you know what he meant) but then it happened for the first time, and unfortunately it didn't quite go to plan.

On the eve of his 18th birthday, Adrien Agreste had his first full on, obvious boner.

Also, on the eve of Adrien's 18th birthday he found out his partner was actually 'the' Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The final ingredient in the cocktail of...what shall we call it...Adrien's Adulthood Cocktail.

It had been a late night akuma, and one thing led to another and Marinette/Ladybug/Ladynette/Maribug kind of passed out closed her eyes for a moment on a rooftop; in Ladybug's dream ridden state, she muttered the three words that changed his life forever.

'Tikki, spots off.'

It came out a small, soft whimper, pushing through in between her little snores and heavy breathing. He was sure she hadn't the slightest idea what she'd just done exposing herself to him. He stood there in complete awe with Tikki glancing back at him and Adrien couldn't remember who's jaw had dropped open the most—his or the little kwami's.

'Chat Noir, you shouldn't be here."

Shouldn't be there? Had the kwami forgotten they were just in a rather intense battle?

'You shouldn't be in *hiccups* room."

Adrien would never, ever forget the look on the kwami's face when he announced that they weren't, in fact, in Marinette's room, but on a random rooftop in the centre of Paris. Her eyes widened as she took in the surroundings; they looked from Marinette to the Sacre Coeur, back to him, back to Marinette before repeating. A five minute Monty Python sketch at its best.

'I need to wake her up. We need to go home.'

Adrien had stopped Tikki from going any further, not wanting Marinette to wake up and freak out. He was adamant he should be the one to wake her up and tell her he knew her identity, Tikki was adamant he was a fool if he didn't think she'd go insane and fall off the rooftop.

So instead they came to the safest conclusion Tikki would tell Marinette in the morning. There was no point waking her up, both Adrien and Tikki knew they would just be asking for trouble if they did. So, the options were to either leave her there out in the elements and unprotected, or wake her up to get her to go home. The answer soon came as Marinette started to mumble in her sleep.

'Kitty, take me home.'

Those words hit him in the heart, the stomach, the gut and (most embarrassingly) his manhood. His first awakening where he was quite certain of the reason. That reason being his partner nicknaming him and wanting him to take her back home...to her house...to her bed. Okay, now he was just getting carried away.

Being the amazing partner he was, Chat carried his Lady home, put her to bed, kissed her on the forehead and made his way home in blissful happiness.

This was amazing *dreamy sigh*...for about thirty minutes. Cue the panic.

Not only did he now know who Ladybug was, he was now fully introduced to a thousand new awakenings.

Oh Marinette, what are you doing to 

•••••

It had been another normal day; the sun was shining, summer was in full swing, and Adrien believed it was just going to be another...normal...day. Well, as normal as it could be when you're a popular fashion model, and a cat cladded superhero.

Straightening his summer shirt (which he'd chosen himself, thank you very much) and dusting down his khaki shorts (with many useful pockets) he made his way down towards Tom and Sabine's Boulangerie, and to where he was meeting his friends.

He tapped the sides of his fashionable Gabriel sunglasses, ones his father had actually put some thought and effort into, making sure they were still placed on his head. Knowing he was going to see his Lady he needed to make sure he was looking his best, after all, he never knew what day he'd finally break her, and she'd swoon over him.

He'd even added six a couple extra sprays of 'Adrien the Fragrance' for good measure.

Reaching the outskirts of the park, he gave his shirt one last brush before heading in. He looked good, he smelled good, now he just had to make sure he acted irresistible.

Spotting Nino on a bench with couple of the others guys, Adrien headed over, only to notice at the last minute their focus was directed onto a patch of grass where Alix was doing some sort of fitness boot camp.

"You do all know it's weird you're all staring right?" he said, seating himself next to Nino and greeting his friend with their signature moves. Adrien's eyebrows scrunched together as he noticed Nino hadn't taken his eyes from the fitness class taking place opposite.

"Shush man. They're about to do squats."

Adrien turned his head to where Nino was looking and almost fell off the bench in absolute adoration. There was his Lady, all dressed in short running shorts, a bralet sports top and squatting...her ass on full view for him to see. This was worse than medieval torture.

"Dude, I'm only looking at Alya, and believe me, it's not like I've never seen her ass like that before, because believe me, I've seen better positions than this—if you catch my drift." Nino laughed at his own joke, yet Adrien wasn't exactly sure what his friend meant as he laughed alongside him.

He tried to look away; the feeling of violating his partner plaguing the back of his mind but then something caught his eye. Something he knew he'd replay time and time again as he watched her pick up her shake weight and introduce it into her squats. As the weight moved between her hands, his shorts began to grow increasingly tighter, the slight wiggle in his seat being the only thing around to try and relieve him from the increasing tension in his groin.

Fuck, he needed to move away or he'd end up embarrassing himself right here, right now.

"My Man, you're drooling. Who are you looking at? Kagami?"

Kagami was there? He hadn't even noticed. He was too transfixed on Marinette's ass in her running shorts and the incredible muscle on display on her back. He didn't know a back could turn him on so much. Each ripple which appeared with the shake on the weight only gave him increasingly naughty ideas about if he was looking at it whilst...

Nope! He was not going to go there. That would only lead to heartache on his behalf.

"Oh, I –um –" What the hell should he say to Nino?

Excuse me, whilst I ogle my superhero partner who, for your information, I'm madly in love with, squat and shake a weight like she could be shaking my... nope! Once again, he needed to reel in these thoughts. All he needed to do first was to stop staring!

All of a sudden, the girls seemed to stop their over enthusiastic shaking of their weights. They stood up and that's when the sight pushed him so close to the edge that he almost fell off and into the depths of hell. Because not only had her shorts caught in between finely toned butt cheeks but (and this was the kicker) as she turned to pull them out, she caught his eye and winked. She actually winked.

Standing abruptly, he was fully intending to head home; ignoring the shouts and questions as he left. He couldn't stay, not with the effect she was having on him. Also the wink? It was so out of character it caught him off guard. His cheeks flamed with the effect of her being so...flirty!This was Marinette, his shy, quiet Marinette, who happened to be the sassy, incredible Ladybug. Oh, fuck, he was screwed.

She knows, she must know!

Almost falling over in his heist to get out of the area before he embarrassed himself with a wet patch in his shorts; he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone with an urgency as if it was ringing, before indicating to Nino it was Nathalie and moving to one side. Placing the phone to his ear, he continued his 'conversation', keeping his eyes intently on the tree in front of him.

Then it happened, he stupidly turned his head to scan the area, only to zone in once more on Marinette, though this time she was stretching and dear Lord was she flexible. Touching her toes, she was looking at him between her legs—another wink thrown in his direction.

Stepping backwards, he stumbled over a tree root, his back smashing against the tree as his butt made friends with the floor.

"What the hell? You okay, Agreste?" Kim turned around to find him flat out on the floor, a teasing smile plastered on the swimmers face as he studied Adrien.

"Yeah, just need to get home in a hurry, my cat is sick."

"Cat?" Nino queried, one eyebrow raised. Damn it, he forgot Nino was there.

"You haven't met him yet, he's small and likes cheese. Anyway, must be going, Nathalie's worried about him."

As Adrien bolted out of the park, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd came up with such a crap excuse; it was about as believable as one of Marinette's...

Shit! The whole idea was to stop thinking about Marinette, and now here he was again. Thinking about Marinette and all her flexible glory, doing yoga poses and shaking that damn weight.

That evening, as he closed his eyes to go to sleep, he was attacked by many sultry thoughts, that was until the dream of Ladybug giving him a handjob turned into a nightmare as his pride and joy transformed into a shake weight.

•••••

The next 'incident' came (almost literally) when he got invited out for ice cream with Kagami. He considered it to be a friendly outing between the two of them as it had been a good while since the two had hung out at something other than at fencing or at a gala, plus she was due to head back to Japan in a couple of weeks for university and he was one of her best friends.

...he hadn't expected Kagami's other best friend to be there though.

Jogging up the steps, he checked the time on his watch. Fifteen minutes late. Damn. He'd had a PT session at the gym which had ran over, so here he was dressed in sweaty joggers and a vest top, going to meet his one friend who would have an issue with how he dressed.

His thoughts questioned his worry. After all, it wasn't like he was about to meet...

"Marinette? What–um–what are you doing here?"

"Kagami invited me, I hope that's okay?"

He noticed her eyes had turned down, and her feet slightly turned in. She looked almost sad?

"Oh, it's fine. I'm sure. As long as Kagami's okay with it?"

The two stood having an awkward stare off as Adrien tried to think of a way to let Marinette know he was interested in her...not Kagami. He began to rock on the balls of his feet, very much like you'd see in a cartoon, and he wondered when he'd become Thomas O'Malley.

"Who wants ice cream?" Kagami approached the two at probably the greatest time, because right now this was as awkward as fuck. Even though they'd seen each other on patrol, and acted normal, there was still a massive elephant in the room they hadn't brooched. One which was easy to ignore in suit yet awkward in clothing.

"Yes!" Adrien and Marinette responded together, their eyes turning to focus on Kagami and not each other. Which, thinking back on it now, Adrien would pin down as a big mistake. He had the opportunity to let her know, but nope, Adrien being well...himself...allowed Marinette to believe she was there as a third wheel with himself and Kagami.

Fuck...his...life!

They made their way over to André, Marinette bounding forwards to make sure Adrien and Kagami had their usual sweetheart ice cream. Everything inside him turned to ice! How could this one outing turn out so wrong?

Not only was he wearing his dirtiest of dirty sweats but he was also being pushed into a date with his ex who he had zero interest in getting back together with. Luckily, Kagami seemed to be on the same wave length, stopping Marinette in her tracks and ordering a normal ice cream, paying and walking away.

"I think I got something wrong here." Marinette threaded her fingers together and began to rotate her thumbs. He made the grave mistake of looking at the movement and inspecting her wonderfully petite hands. Just looking at them made him imagine what they'd look like placed on him. In his own hand, on his bicep, his chest, his stomach, his...well you know where he was going.

"What do you mean?" he asked, pulling his mind out the gutter.

"You and Kagami, I shouldn't have said yes. This is a date right?"

He looked down at his joggers and sweat covered vest before looking back up towards Marinette, before looking down again.

"You do know my father's a fashion designer right? I don't think he'd be accepting of this for a date." He used his hands to show his clothing only to be interrupted by a strawberry with chocolate pieces, blackberry, and blueberry ice cream shoved in his face.

"This is yours," Kagami said, before handing another over to Marinette; pink peach and green mint. When did she come back? "Marinette this is not a date between Adrien and I, if anything I am trying to get you two to spend some time together."

The two gasped before turning their focus to their ice creams. Marinette looked at Adrien's, as he stared back at hers. This was something else completely. Hers clearly represented him...hello awakening number two.

He could feel the tightening once more in his groin, his joggers probably not the greatest of bottoms to wear whilst hiding an erection.

"That sounds good." Marinette smiled and looked him directly in the eye, did she know what he was thinking? Or what his body was doing?

He felt himself pulse again. The slight twitch was probably obvious in his bottoms, as he took the opportunity to scurry away and sit on a bench, crossing his legs in a way where he could hide Marinette's effect.

He sat on one edge hoping Kagami would take the opportunity to sit beside him, however, that hope was cut short as Marinette claimed the space next to him. Her wonderful smell assaulted his nostrils, his body subconsciously moving towards her.

"Adrien?" she asked, the guy in question moving away from her and focusing back on his ice cream.

He coughed. "Yeah."

"Are you okay? Your face looks a little...red?"

He looked up at her. She had a smile on her face which was pure menacing, oh she knew what was happening. She had too. The slight lowering of her eyelids, hooding her eyes and making her look more edible than his ice cream.

"Hard work out," he said, coughing once more. Great, now she was going to think he was sick or something, she's not going to want to date a sick, sweaty guy. "My trainer had me lifting weights. Big heavy ones, yeah, massive."

Marinette responded by raising one eyebrow and taking her ice cream towards her mouth, her eyes firmly locked on his, daring him to look away. Not being one to back away from a challenge, even with a steel rod erecting in his pants, Adrien remained firmly looking at his partner, even when her tongue came out and licked the entire length of the cold delicious treat.

She repeated the action a second time, licking from the top of the cone to the top of the scoops, before opening her mouth wide and engulfing the top, smaller, scoop into her mouth, completing the action by making a 'popping' noise as she removed herself, her tongue darting out for a second swirl. A swirl he felt deep in his manhood.

Gulping, he looked down, noticing there was a very, very clear response to her actions reaching greater heights than the Eiffel Tower.

Leaning forward, he placed his elbows on his knees and hid the newest skyscraper in Paris with his body. Oh, for fuck sake.

"Look there's Luka and Juleka," Kagami said, pointing down to the other side of the bridge. "Want to go and say hello?"

Marinette nudged Adrien in the arm, and he winced as his body rocked with a motion. Of course he did not want to go and say hello! All he wanted to do at the moment was die from sheer embarrassment. Just imagine...

Hey Luka, Juleka. Listen dude, I know you and Marinette have been over for 4 years, but as you can see my little comrade is having slight issues being around your ex girlfriend. So much so, he's decided to say 'Hi' too. And yes, I am bigger than average.

He knew that for a fact because himself and the guys had measured themselves in a penis size pissing contest, and he was second behind Max (who'd have known?).

"Sure," Marinette said, nudging him again. "You coming, Adrien?"

If she nudged him again he would definitely be cuming, just not exactly in the way she meant it.

"You guys go ahead, I'll come join you in a minute."

Kagami looked at him quizzically, as he winced a smile back to her.

"Too many reps?" Marinette quizzed with a giggle, her tongue darting out to once again swirl the top of the ice cream. She was going to kill him on purpose! Dear God!

"Yeah, thigh burn, you know." He sat up to rub down his legs, only remembering at the last minute the reason he was bent down so low, his hands slamming down a little too hard over himself, a yelp exiting his mouth on impact.

"Okay then." Marinette stood alongside Kagami as they made their way down towards the others, Marinette turning back once more and dropping him a wink.

That evening on patrol, Ladybug came armed with lollipops...and, by the end of the night, Chat Noir had cum in his suit.

Unfortunately, it was only enhanced by his dreams of Ladybug licking his dick as a sweet treat of her own.

•••••

The third and final line was crossed a mere two days after the lollipop incident and the night before he left for New York with his father. It seemed when Alya got drunk she had theories she wanted to share, one of them being the reason why Chat Noir and Ladybug use the words 'pound it'.

"Seriously, when they were 14 it was cute. You know, a little celebration between them but you can't tell me that pound it is literally just a fist bump these days. What do you think, Marinette?"

Adrien licked his lower lip as he studied the beer bottle in front of him. This conversation was only going to make things worse. He was already suffering enough with Marinette's change of personality, to have to discuss pounding her was only going to make matters more complicated, because as of two weeks ago, that's all he'd wanted to do — and he'd be lying that after each fist bump his heart has lurched towards her that little bit more. His hand moved forward, fingers stroking the condensation up and down the bottle.

"It's just them congratulating each other, Alya."

"Marinette, come on girl, you know as well as I do Ladybug wants to bump more than fists with the guy."

Adrien's head shot up and looked at his partner, his fingers freezing in mid action. She looked back at him before turning her attention to Alya again.

"If it is meant that way, it's probably only from the cat's point of view."

From the cat's point of view! His stomach churned from how impersonal it sounded, like she didn't know him.

"So you think it's all Chat Noir?" Alya questioned, an eyebrow raised in the direction of her friend. Who was Ladybug! His jaw clenched as he thought about what Marinette was about to say, his blood running hot and cold at the same time.

"Sure. I mean, it's not like Ladybug would do that on the job. She has better things to do than pet her cat." Marinette shrugged, causing Adrien to stand abruptly from the table and almost knocking the glasses and bottles over in his movement.

She turned her head to look at him, his own head turning swiftly away to the opposite direction. If it was all just him then what the hell had she been doing over the past weeks. There was no way it was just him!

Had she just been teasing him, knowing exactly how he felt about her?

"I've got to go," was all he said as he left the room and began to make his way out of the bar.

As soon as he was clear, he found an alleyway and transformed, sending himself in the direction of his bedroom only to be blocked by a flash of red.

"Adrien, listen..."

"No!" He looked at his partner, the rage filling him as he tried to understand what had been going on over the past few weeks. "Has this all been a joke to you?"

He could see the discomfort on her face as her fingers began to wring together, her nervousness in search of an answer to the question. She pulled them apart and began to play with her pigtails.

"I – I just wanted to see..."

"What, Marinette? If you could make a fool out of me. Well, thank you very much because I feel like the biggest idiot in Paris. The way you've been acting, I was hoping..." he closed his eyes and breathed out. "It doesn't matter what I hoped." He was beyond deflated.

He stepped around her, set on continuing back to his room.

"Please, we need to talk about this before you go. What I said...it didn't come out right."

"If you need me you know how to contact me. I'll be here if you call."

And with that he left, his heart confused by the actions and words of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

•••••

Adrien arrived home two weeks later, exhausted and jet lagged. He knew he should attempt to stay awake and reset his body clock, but right at this moment he just wanted to take his day-old clothes off and crawl into bed, naked. The long flight could be washed off later once he'd caught up on sleep. Even with the luxuries of Tomoe's private aircraft, sleep had eluded Adrien, the thoughts of returning to Marinette playing full front in his mind.

They hadn't left on the best of terms, and over the weeks he was away the contact between the two of them had been minimal. A quick 'hope you're having a good time' and 'no akumas to report' were the only messages they seemed to exchange; pleasantries between two acquaintances, not the greeting and conversation between two partners and supposed best friends.

Closing the door behind him he sighed. They needed to get this sorted out, they couldn't continue with this flirting game; the giving and taking without a clear indication of what the end result would be. And he was still confused by their last interaction. How could she go from flirting to nonchalant in the matter of days?

"Hi." The voice made him jump, his head whipping around to look towards his sofa, and in search of the occupant.

"How did you get in here?" He looked at Ladybug as she stood awkwardly in front of his great white sofa, the object acting like a wall between them.

She was wringing her hands together and it took all his strength to not walk over and pull them apart, rubbing his own thumb over her knuckles in means to settle her, to calm the overactive thoughts she was obviously having. Because that's what he did. He calmed her.

"I – um – Kaalki," she said, her voice breaking as she spoke. "I need to talk to you."

He walked over to the closet and threw his bags in, he'd sort them out later, right now the 'Lady in Red' currently in front of him had his full attention.

"About what?" He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at Ladybug, his eyebrows raised in anticipation of what she was going to say next.

She sighed, lifting one hand to stroke over her eyebrows. "When I saw you last time, what I said –"

"Drop the transformation, Marinette." He turned his head to look elsewhere in defiance, his eyes landing straight on his bed, his bed that he wanted his Lady on. If she wasn't standing right in front of him, he would have slapped himself around the face for just thinking it. He was meant to be mad at her at the moment, not letting his newly found adulthood change anything.

"Are you sure you want me to do that?" she asked, a slight hint of fear in her voice. The last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid of him.

"I want to speak to Marinette." He wanted the vulnerable side, not the girl protecting herself by hiding behind the confidence of a mask. If he couldn't hide, she shouldn't either.

She nodded in agreement, her throat moving with the force of a gulp. He was still facing away when she detransformed, turning swiftly back as the pink glow flashed over her body and left her standing in...fuck!

It seemed she'd been busy over the past week or so, as Marinette was kitted out in a beautiful silk black and green Lady Noire negligée. She looked stunning, her hair braided back and left hanging between her shoulder blades.

"I may not have been playing this correctly. You see, I – oh God this is so embarrassing – when Tikki gave me the clues about who you might be... I thought..." She took another deep breath. Her hands came up and slammed over her face, a groan leaving her throat as his cock stirred from the sound. It was a noise he wanted to hear again, though next time in a different context.

"You thought what?" he asked, his voice sounding a little harsher than intended. He was still annoyed by the teasing and the messing around she'd done. He needed to know exactly what her game was.

"I was reading something about 'getting the guy' in a magazine and apparently once I've got you hooked I had to play hard to get. I thought if I sent the right signals, and followed the step by step guide you'd ask me out."

Signals?

"Signals?" he asked.

"Well, in Alix's fitness class, I may have played it up a little, and the ice cream and lollipop; I had no idea what came over me when it came to the conversation with Alya about the..." She fumbled her hands around nervously.

"The pound it?" he encouraged, Marinette nodding frantically. "How can you call it a signal when it's...what did you say? It's probably only from the cat's point of view? That you didn't want to pet your cat? Because I've got to say, Marinette, that sends the completely wrong signal. I'm not a 'treat him mean', 'keep him keen' kind of guy, I thought you'd know that by now."

"I didn't mean it like that," she said, exasperatedly. "Please, Kitty, you've got to believe me! It was just working so well I thought this last step would get you to ask me out." She was practically begging and he knew it had gone on long enough. He closed the gap between them, their faces only a hair's breadth away.

"And what step is this?" He indicated her clothing, or lack thereof.

"The 'I'm very sorry and want to prove it to you' step."

Sighing, he looked down at her. Of course she'd follow a crappy magazine. Why couldn't she just believe he'd want her as she was?

"I've known what I've wanted since the day I met you, but what do you want, Marinette?" He wanted her to explicitly tell him that she wanted him. He wanted her to make it clear that it wasn't just Adrien in her thoughts, that her Kitty was in there too; the use of his nickname had had rather desirable effects.

"I want –" she began, her fingers going into their strange tango once again. "I – I want..."

He stretched out, his large hands covering over her hips as he bought his body even closer to hers.

"Forget what the magazine said to do. It's me and you. What do you want?"

Adrien looked down at her, seeing her gulp and shakingly placing her hands on top of Adrien's forearms. He could tell she was examining them from the way she wrapped them around the muscle. Twisting and turning her hands, feeling each of the toned indents.

Her eyes moved from where they were looking at his chest to meet his, the glint of desire sparkling as she whispered to him. "You."

Moving one hand to the back of her neck he pulled her in towards him, his lips attacking hers as the tightening in his groin increased. He pulled away, going back in for one, two, three small kisses, her arms tightening around his waist and linking at the back.

"Did you make this for me?" His hands brushed down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her in close. The material was so smooth, he couldn't help but want to compare it to the feeling of her skin.

"Yes." Her voice was nothing more than a gasp of air, the breathy sound of a woman turned on.

He moved his head lower, trailing his nose up the side of her throat. "How did you know it would work?" He flicked his tongue over her earlobe, before pulling it down between his teeth.

"I hoped –" she groaned as he connected his lips to her throat, kissing and nipping at her pulse point. The sound made him push his hips forward and into her lower body. "I hoped," she tried again, "I hadn't read your signals wrong."

He pulled his head away from her and smiled. "And those signals were?"

Moving her hands to the front of his body, Marinette threaded them under his tee, tickling him slightly as she felt around his abs. He grabbed her hands and positioned them either side of his body, holding them still as he waited for her answer.

"Better than mine," she giggled, his own smile joining in.

"No more signals or signs, you need to tell me what you want from now on. No more squats, or ice creams, or lollipops." He groaned out loud as he remembered the way he'd cum in his suit just from watching her. The embarrassment was still vividly in his mind.

"No more." She agreed.

He let go of her hands only to remove his own top.

"So what did you want from me?" he asked, placing his hands back on her hips and walking her back to hit the couch. They collapsed side by side, Adrien grabbing her and moving her onto his lap.

He felt her grind down onto his erection, his eyes closing as his head threw back.

"I wanted to turn you on, to make you want Marinette as much as Ladybug, but all I think I succeeded in doing was making myself impossibly more horny."

"Oh, you definitely turned me on, Plagg won't let me live the lollipop incident down."

"What did you do?" she laughed.

"I may have made a mess in the suit."

She pulled back a little and looked him in the eye before an explosion of laughter left her mouth. "Oh my God! That weird face you pulled? That's your orgasm face?"

"No!" He cringed mortified. "I was trying not to look like an idiot in front of you."

She started giggling again, Adrien growling as he flipped them, her back slamming against the cushions of his sofa as he climbed on top.

"I'll prove it to you."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" she asked.

"As you're dressed as Lady Noire, why don't you show me exactly how you'd use my baton?"

He rolled his hips against her as he spoke, the movement of them turning on the sofa lifting the bottom of her negligée up to her stomach, her panties in clear view, and free to feel his length completely.

"Do that again, please ~"

"You haven't said you're sorry." He lifted his body up higher onto his forearms as he looked at her. "Do you have any idea what you've put me through?"

"I didn't think you liked Marinette like that?"

"You're more blind than I am," he stated. Rolling his hips into her again, his lips searching for whatever bare parts of her he could get to. "You think I wanted to fall over a tree root, or get turned on by you eating ice cream? I thought you were playing with me, Marinette, I didn't realise you wanted more."

He kissed her cheek, chin, neck and cleavage, placing tiny dots of kisses all over her as though he was kissing all her spots.

"I've always wanted you, I think we've just found out how crap I am at telling you." Her one leg bent up, allowing his hand to grasp her thigh as he bucked into her again. A small curse leaving her lips at the friction from his jeans.

Reaching down between them, Marinette began to fumble with his belt buckle, her hands shaking with excitement and desire. The need to get them off.

"Stop," he said, reaching down and grabbing her hand. "I'm not doing it on the sofa for the first time, you're worth more than that."

He lifted himself off of her before standing to his full height, messing with his jeans and pulling them down. Leaving him standing there in his boxers, sporting a rather impressive tent. She licked her lower lip before clamping her top teeth over it, white pressure points left where she had scraped them across.

Adrien watched as Marinette sat up, her hands brushing the strap off each of her shoulders, and allowing the silk to slide down her front, pooling it at her hips and leaving her chest bare.

Holding out a hand, he helped her stand. His own hand being used as a support for her once more, both taking the new step in their relationship — together. As she stood, and let go of his hand, the silk clothing dropped into a pool on the floor around her feet.

Not being able to stand another second not touching her, he moved forwards again, wrapping her in his arms as he kissed her explicitly, leaving no room for doubt that he wanted her, every single part.

He tilted his head, trying his best to French kiss her correctly. It should be easy right? He was French after all. Her soft moans and wet tongued responses gave him the clarity that even if he was doing it wrong she was enjoying it. Fighting him back for dominance as they stood making out. He pulled away when his neck began to ache, the height difference between them making the act a lot more uncomfortable than it could be.

Scooping under her ass, he lifted her up and began to kiss her again, but this time he had a mission to complete as he strode over to his bed and lay her down, climbed on top of her and moved one hand up to her rib cage. Adrien stopped abruptly, taking his hand away from her and looking at her face.

"Why have you stopped?" she asked, her hips rolling of their own accord, his eyes fixated on her wonderfully pert breasts. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"This is going too fast," he announced, "I shouldn't have jumped on you like that, it wasn't fair."

He felt her hand close on his, grabbing it and moving it up and onto something squishy, something he was quite sure was her breast. Adrien moved his thumb in an arch and felt something pebbly on top of the squishy goodness. Her nipple. He was stroking her nipple.

Opening his eyes, he looked down and noticed just how erect her nipples had become. He wanted to taste them, to place them in his mouth and suck on them, seeing if they would harden more.

"Do it!" She urged. "You can do what you want, I'm yours Adrien, and it's my fault we didn't get here sooner."

As much as he'd like to agree, he knew it was a 50/50 issue, his own choices causing as many issues as hers. Well, maybe not quite as many...but enough.

Moving his head down slowly, Adrien kissed her collarbone before exploring lower and lower, finally reaching her nipple and taking it into his mouth. Her head dropped back into his pillow, one knee bending and rocking their lower parts together as a groan sounded in her throat, one he moved his lips up to swallow before it left her mouth.

"We need to be quiet, Lovebug, the last thing we want is Mr Big, Bad Gabriel Agreste walking in on us."

She nodded in understanding as his lips moved back to her nipple, her one fist positioning over her mouth to muffle the noise. As his tongue flicked, and lips explored, her hand was having an expedition of its own, heading down and to his boxers; palming him through the thin material.

"How far do you want to go?" she whispered, her hand continuing with his massage, moving the full length of him.

"I'll follow your lead as always, M'Lady." He kissed her stomach causing her to giggle a little.

"Good," she said. Pushing him away from her and removing her panties.

He sat up on his knees looking at his crush the love of his life lying naked on his bed. The braid over one shoulder and her lips all puffy and bruised from his kisses, a slight redness framing her lips from the slight stubble he'd allowed to manifest on his face from the prior day.

"Your turn," she whispered, her own hands coming to caress her breasts as he moved his own to his boxers.

It didn't take him long to rid them from his body, allowing his heat to spring free and finally greet his Lady.

"Come here." Her voice was like liquid honey, so soft and smooth, and addictive. Her arms opened out and allowed him in, his knee widening hers as he climbed in between her legs and allowed his bare flesh to touch her for the first time. It was electrifying.

"I don't have anything," he said, kissing her on the neck once more, not sure if he could stop now they've gone this far.

"I'm on the pill." She responded almost breathlessly. Her nails gliding over his back, sending goose pimples over his body from the tickle of the brush.

"Are you sure you want to take that risk?"

"With you? Always."

Adrien wished he could control himself, to stop and move away from her. To wait until he had the extra protection to stop the chance of something unfortunate happening. But she was magnetising. Instead of backing off, he moved forward, guiding himself slowly into her, fitting almost perfectly as she tensed around him.

"Are you okay?"

He felt her hips wiggle a little, her breath hitching in response. "It feels a little strange," she explained, "it's not unpleasant though. You?"

His cheeks heated and he was sure he could battle a cherry in colour schemes. "Amazing." He buried his head into her shoulder, unsure what to do next.

"Would you like to move?"

"Yes." He began to move his hips forwards and backwards, the feeling of her spiralling him closer to climax, the noises leaving her an additional motivation to keep going.

His lips searched for hers once more, the link between them hotter and deeper than it had been previously. She bent her knees, tilting her hips slightly to allow him to enter deeper.

"Can I move faster?" he asked, her moaned 'yes' a warm welcome to his movements. He swore he could do this forever. His dreams could not compare to the closeness he was feeling at the moment, this woman he'd loved for so long giving herself to him as he gave back. He was so deeply in love he could barely contain the tears as he buried his head into her neck and finished inside her.

"I love you, Adrien."

Her words meant everything. Her fingers threaded through his hair and she ground herself against him using what was left of his hard heat to bring herself over the edge too; her body shuddering in response.

Adrien wanted to kiss her everywhere. He wanted to hold her and never let go. "I love you too, M'Lady, so much!"

He removed himself from her and reached over to the table, grabbing a couple of tissues from his heavily used box. She took them with a smile as she cleaned up.

"Just put them on the floor, I'll sort it out later."

She nodded in understanding, placing the tissues down beside their discarded underwear and moving back to his body, curling herself up beside him.

"Can you stay for a while?" He asked, unwillingly to let her leave too soon.

"I told my parents I was spending the day and night with my boyfriend as he'd been away for a couple of weeks."

"A bit presumptuous, Bugaboo. I could have thrown you out."

"I had high hopes," she yawned, nuzzling into his chest.

"And what did they say to that news?"

She yawned once more, himself following in a chain reaction. "They said to have fun with Adrien and ask him to come for dinner when he's over his jet lag."

For the first time in weeks he smiled all the way to unconsciousness. He may have had a late adult awakening, but he couldn't deny it was a damn good one.