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“Adrien might be there.” Alya Cesaire, Marinette’s best friend, tried to ring her in with a common phrase that would have worked in the past. However, now the only feeling his name brought about was pain.

“Are you sure he’s going to be there? He used to be at every fashion show put on in Milan and Paris, Als, but now I’m not so sure.” Marinette threw her hands up into the air with frustration. “His father was one of Paris’ top fashion designers, but you know.”

“Well, I figured I would warn you if you didn’t want to see him, that’s all.” Alya sighed and picked up her coffee to take a sip of it. “I just don’t want to see my girl hurt anymore. It was so long ago, but you’re still hurting like it was yesterday, and so is he.”

“I’m trying. He left me.” Marinette tried to bite back the tears burning her eyes.

“I know, girl, damn.” Alya raised her hands to admit defeat. “Nino has given him shit for years for leaving you.”

“That’s not right either, Alya. He was allowed to walk out the door if he wanted to.” Marinette sighed, being honest with herself. She didn’t blame him for walking out the door, but she did miss him. It wasn’t like she could blame him when he had learned so much about his family and himself. “He had wanted a break to find out who he truly was, Alya. I can’t blame him for that.”

“He should have stayed. You would have been one of the best things in his life, you know?” Alya gestured towards her with her cup of coffee. “Just saying.”

“He didn’t need me. He needed a moment to fully comprehend who he was and what he was.” Marinette swallowed hard and peered into her own cup of coffee. “Sometimes that’s what someone needs. They need a moment alone to breathe and contemplate their lives. He’s been through a lot, Als.”

“I know. We know. I just wish he had kept you in it.” Alya sighed and finished her coffee before her phone went off. She pulled it out and looked over a text from her IT guy at the online magazine she ran. “I have to go. Max needs to ask me about some stupid issue that is causing us to have a problem paying out our employees on the Lady Blog. Text me.”

“Okay. Hope it goes well.” Marinette gave her the best smile she could, watching her best friend leave her alone at the table.

They had dated for a long time during, and for some time after, lycée. But, when he had found out about his parents and what they had done, he no longer knew who he was. No matter what she had told him, he had never felt adequate or like a real person. A part of her wondered if it stemmed from years of being treated like a mannequin as an ambassador of his father’s fashion brand, but she really didn’t know. He never fully opened up to her about it, but she knew he had nightmares and had begun to not sleep much. And in the end of all of the chaos, he ended it and moved out of their apartment to try and find himself.

Last she heard, he had moved to New York, away from the city, and in a remote cabin in the woods. At least, that was what Nino had told Alya, and Alya had told her. She worried about him all the time, but everything about the past hurt her too. Mostly because she was worried about him. It had taken all of her energy to not beg Nino or Alya to take her out there to see him.

Really, she had booked a flight at one point and had packed her bags, but Alya had stopped her. She knew he needed time to think, but it was hard for her to when all she wanted to do was hold him and tell him it would be alright.

She missed their flour fights in the kitchen, while baking pastries. She missed the roses he would surprise her with. She missed the way he would brush her hair behind her ear in bed and whisper poetry. She missed his stupid puns, his smirk, and missed the way his eyes would crinkle at the edges when he was genuinely happy. She missed a lot about him to the point it hurt.

The memories gripped at her throat and made her nearly hop onto a plane regardless of what their friends said, and maybe she would. Alya didn’t need to know, did she?

After a few more moments of thinking, Marinette pulled her phone out and began to make arrangements to fly out to New York. She had her assistant stand in for her at the fashion show. It wasn’t like it was her clothing being modeled on the runway. She was only scheduled to make appearances.

She grabbed a two-way ticket to New York for a week and rushed home to her apartment to pack. Hopefully, Adrien wouldn’t kill her for invading his space, but it was time someone did. She didn’t even know how he was doing out there in the wilderness alone. At least he spoke to Nino, but she had heard less and less about him over the last year or so.

Marinette pulled up Alya’s number and shot her a text message, ‘Don’t kill me. I booked a flight to New York. What’s Adrien’s address again?’

Instead of getting flack for deciding to go out there, her best friend sent only one reply back aside from his address, ‘That’s my girl. Bring our friend home.’

Marinette rolled her eyes and giggled before replying back to her, ‘Thank you.’

‘I might have something of interest to you, as well.’ The text flying in from Nino was strange to her.

Marinette raised an eyebrow, ‘What?’

‘There is this private BDSM dungeon out there named Dark Rose. If you’re still into that kind of thing. Been ages.’

It had been ages. Marinette hadn’t touched anything related to D/s or BDSM since Alya had brought it up as a way to get her mind off Adrien and how much him leaving hurt. Everything she had done within the community had been non-sexual though and mostly to ease her mind and allow her to let go.

‘Ok. If I have time.’ Marinette quickly replied before zipping up her rolling, hardcase, luggage and leaving her apartment to catch her plane.

She had no idea why Nino had mentioned the dungeon, unless it was to try and ease her mind when she was rejected from Adrien again. She knew this would probably hurt more than anything, but she had to at least try to reach him.

Song I wrote to: Never Be the Same by Camila Cabello 

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The day Marinette stepped off the plane, dark and billowy clouds filled the sky. The air was thick and smelled of rain, and the lighting made everything look muted and gorgeous. She had never been to this city in New York, but it was nothing an Uber couldn’t fix.

Waiting to be picked up, she ordered an Uber and gave them the address as soon as they pulled up. Climbing in, she stared out the window and wondered what Adrien was going to say to her. How was he going to react upon seeing her? Would he be happy? Would he be mad? Would he be grateful she had come back into his life? Did he even want her back? This whole thing could have been a massive mistake.

“What brings you to this small town?” The Uber driver peered into her rearview mirror.

“Seeing an old friend.” Marinette smiled and played with her hands in her lap. She was beyond nervous to see him again.

“That’s nice,” the driver smiled and focused back on the road.

Marinette watched as small businesses turned into a tree line. The driver turned onto a dirt road and headed down it. It winded from side to side and by the time she was faced with an old wooden cabin and a mud-splashed, black, car, she wondered what she was going to be met with.

A pair of chairs sat out on an old porch with a screen door, which had seen better days. It reminded her of one she had seen in a movie once, but she tried to push that out of her mind.

“Thank you.” She thanked the driver after grabbing her bag from the back and heard her peel away back down the road, leaving her alone with the cabin.

There was a light on above the old front door, and she took a deep breath before walking towards the front porch. To her left sat a huge tree stump with an axe leaned against it. A massive stack of firewood sat along a side of the cabin, and it was hard for her to imagine him doing all of this. He had fixed a few odds and ends around their apartment, when they had lived together, but not like this. This was a huge endeavor compared to a leaky faucet or a new coat of paint.

With each step up the stairs, they creaked beneath her black, ballet, flats, and she wondered how old this place really was. Reaching up, she knocked on the screen door and waited with her heart in her throat. What if he really didn’t want to see her? What if she was overstepping a boundary by pushing this too fast?

She went to head back down the stairs, feeling like she was being ridiculous. A word that only sounded like Chloe in her head. God, she hadn’t seen Chloe in ages since she moved to New York, but maybe Adrien had.

She turned around on the rickety stairs with a hand on the old railing. Another light came on in the window beside the front door and the curtains rustled before she heard a few locks come undone. The door squealed open as thunder rolled, and she was met with a bearded man as lightening flashed and rain poured down.

Her soft pink lips parted, as she stared into familiar emerald eyes hidden behind long golden hair. She took in his shocked expression. Neither of them said anything, as she looked him over. He looked older now, in his thirties, and wore a green plaid button-down shirt and dark fitted jeans. His undershirt was black and had a deep v-neckline, showing off his collar bones and sculpted pecs. He wore brown work boots, and she had a moment of trying to recognize him behind his exterior, until he opened his mouth.

“Princess?” He swallowed hard, leaning against the doorway with a muscular forearm. “What are you doing here?”

She nearly collapsed, her hair soaking wet from the rain, as his windchimes sang with the wind. It was really him. He was really there right in front of her, and there they were once again in the rain.

“Come in. Come in. Merde,” he swore beneath his breath and moved away from the door to gesture for her to come inside. She stepped up the stairs on wobbly legs, and made her way inside. He swiftly grabbed her luggage to bring it in with them.

Marinette’s gaze ran over the family room, taking in the beat-up couch and wooden entertainment center. The mismatched coffee table in front of the old fabric couch and the green throw blanket tossed over the side of the furniture made her realize he had made this place a home. Not just a house that felt comfortable, but truly a home. He had made something of himself here.

The wind howled, thunder boomed, lightening cracked, and the rain pattered against the windows and roof. He stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a kettle from the gas stove to fill it with water.

“Tea?” Adrien tried to make polite conversation, unused to having company in his home.

“Su-sure. Sorry I barged in here.” Marinette swallowed hard and ran her hand along the back of his couch, taking in the textured surface beneath her fingertips.

“It’s alright. I’m glad you came. I’ve been wanting to speak to you, actually.” Adrien swallowed hard, setting the kettle on the stove after igniting a burner. He pulled a hair tie from his pocket and gathered his long hair up into a messy bun. “Sorry for the mess.”

“Alya mentioned you might come back for the show?” Marinette sauntered into his kitchen and sat down on a stool in front of his wrap around counter.

“I… thought about it.” Adrien ran a hand over his hair before grabbing two mismatched coffee cups from a cabinet beside the stove. “I don’t know if I want to though.”

Marinette nodded, as he passed her one of the cups, and she took it from him. Her fingers lightly touched his, and he cleared his throat and wiped his hands on his jeans. “I don’t blame you.”

He gently smirked, but it wasn’t a genuine smile. The corners of his eyes didn’t crinkle like they used to. “So, what brought you out here? Shouldn’t you be at the, ya’ know, the thing?” He awkwardly gestured with a hand.

“My brand wasn’t a part of it. I was merely going to be there for publicity purposes. I put my assistant in my place.” Marinette cleared her throat and looked around his kitchen.

The cabinets were dark wood and the counters were a cream color. It had the most hideous wallpaper, and she figured whoever had originally built the cabin had put it up. Unless Adrien had truly decided to add a country aesthetic to his whole place, which would have been shocking to her. Then again, he had left to try and find himself, and maybe this was a new side of him she didn’t know.

“How have you been?” Marinette changed the conversation, bringing the attention back to him.

“I don’t have a guest room.” He placed tea bags into each mug and grabbed the screaming kettle to pour steaming water into each cup before setting it back on the stove and turning it off.

“I—” Marinette nodded, understanding he didn’t want to talk about himself. “It’s alright. I can find a hotel or… sleep on the couch.”

“I’m not having you stay on the couch. You can have my bed. I’ll stay on the couch.” Adrien rolled his eyes and leaned back against the cabinet with his hot tea in his hands. “I’m not a dick.”

Marinette burst out laughing, unable to stop herself from it. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I was crude with my wording. If anything, I should apologize to you.” Adrien smirked and blew off some of the steam from his cup before taking a small sip. “I should have known you’d show up one day. Although, hell of a day to choose to when it’s so damn stormy outside. Here.” He set down his cup and left the room.

Marinette raised an eyebrow, watching him disappear down a short, wooden-paneled, hallway and come back with a green towel in his hands. It was sage. A color that reminded her of an ensemble she had put him in, one with a hint of plum, which had been one of her favorite outfits to see him in.

“Merci, Adrien.” His name caressed her tongue like a decadent dessert, yet stung like sour candy.

“De rien, Mari.” Adrien smiled, and this time it nearly reached his beautiful eyes, as he passed her the fluffy towel.

She unfolded it and wrapped it around her hair to dry it before pulling it down around her shoulders to breathe in its clean laundry scent. It had hints of pine like he had hung it out in the sun to dry on a windy day.

Marinette brought the warm towel down from her face and gripped it. “You don’t have to give up your bed. Seriously, I don’t mind sleeping on a couch.”

“It’s alright, Marinette. Wouldn’t be the first time I slept on a couch.” He winked at her, and her heart broke in two.

“Did you have the cabin built?” She was curious how much of this was truly him and how much was the previous owner.

“No. I saw it was up for sale, and I worked with a realtor to purchase it. Why? Were you wondering if I had picked out the hideous kitchen wallpaper? Because I didn’t.” Adrien chuckled and for once it seemed real. “I need to steam and take it down so I can paint the kitchen actually. It’s on my long to-do list of shit to get done around here.”

“What else is on your to-do list?” Marinette was interested now.

“Fixing the steps. I’m sure you heard them creak. Then the screen door needs replaced. I need to repaint the outside. I also have a leak that needs fixed….” He reached up to grab the back of his neck with a sheepish expression, “What?”

Marinette shook her head and bit her bottom lip. She hadn’t expected him to turn out so self-sufficient. “I just didn’t expect you to be this person.”

“I’ve always been self-sufficient, Mari. My whole life I’ve had to do things myself. You know that.” Adrien let his hand drag down the back of his neck and fall to his side. “Anyway, it’s all boring.”

“No, no. I actually find it interesting. I’d love to help you with some of those tasks, if you want.” She smiled and her cheeks grew warm.

“Really?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at her.

“Mm-hm. Sounds fun.” She smiled and looked around herself. “It really feels like a home in here, Adrien.”

“I tried.” He scratched the back of his head.

“You did good. You should be proud.” Marinette picked up her tea and took a sip from it. “Can I have a tour?”

“Sure.” Adrien nervously set his cup down and gestured for her to follow him down the hallway. “It’s not much.”

“That’s okay. It’s nice.” Marinette really was proud of what he had accomplished since being alone. She set her cup down to follow him.

He led her down the wood-paneled hallway and opened a door on the right, hitting on a light. “This is the guest bathroom. Everything is septic, so.”

“Septic?” Marinette looked at him confused.

“There isn’t a sewer system out here. It uses a tank and chemicals to break down waste. They have some in France. Anyway.” Adrien didn’t want to dwell on it.

“Oh,” Marinette nodded and took in the forest green wallpaper and the random mallard duck border around the center of the walls. The toilet and sink were basic with a shower and tub combination against one wall and a black shower curtain. “Ducks?”

“I didn’t pick it,” Adrien blushed and rubbed the back of his neck again.

“I don’t mind them. They’re cute.” She giggled, causing him to awkwardly chuckle.

“Right.” He nodded and moved out of the bathroom. “Shall we?” He gestured more down the hall.

“Oh, sure.” Marinette followed him to the end where a door sat open. She could see the corner of a platform bed with a navy comforter.

“This is my room.” He cleared his throat and pushed the door open further for her. “It’s not much.”

She stepped into the grey painted room and took in the matching nightstands and modern lamps sitting on them. The bed took up most of the space on the back wall and a dresser sat across from it against another one. It held a bathroom off to the side which had a white, ceramic, dish with neatly lined-up products on the sink.

“This oddly feels more like you.” Marinette looked around at modern bed with the black upholstered headboard and a photo caught her eye on one of the nightstands. “Adrien?”

“Hm?” His eyes widened the moment he watched her step towards the photo of them. “Merde.” He smacked his forehead.

“You kept it?” Marinette picked up the photo and sat on the edge of his bed, brushing her thumb along the photo of them on the ferris wheel in Paris.

Adrien sat down beside her with a soft smile, taking the frame from her. “Of course, I kept it, princess.”

She peered up at him with tears in her eyes, “But you left.”

Adrien swallowed hard and leaned over to place the frame back on the nightstand. “I did.”

“Have you found yourself?” Marinette chewed on her bottom lip.

“I’m working on it.” Adrien softly smiled at her and brushed her dark hair behind her ear, watching her lashes lower. His gaze ran from her gorgeous bluebell eyes, to her soft pink lips, and back to her gaze again. If he just leaned in, would she do the same? Her lips parted, as if she was thinking the same thing, and he changed the subject, “Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” Marinette whispered.

“Let me make you something.” Adrien stood up and held his hand out for her.

Her hand trembled as she took his hand and let him help her up from his bed. Thunder crashed and she gasped and tripped, falling into his arms.

He chuckled, “You, okay?”

“Ye-yeah! Sorry.” She pulled away and brushed herself off. Clearing her throat, she gestured to the door. “After you.”

Adrien nodded and scratched the back of his head, heading back down the hallway to the kitchen.

She sat down on a stool and watched as he pulled out a stock pot and a sauté pan to begin making dinner. “What are you making?”

“Spaghetti sound good?” Adrien set the pans on the stove and walked over to his fridge to pull out the ingredients he needed to accomplish it.

 “Sounds delicious,” Marinette smiled for him.

“So, tell me about your brand…” Adrien tried to make idle conversation, wanting to know more about what she had been up to the last few years.

“It’s size inclusive and the styles range from formal to casual. I’ve done a few couture shows too, but most of my clothing has been worn by the typical person. I’ve also made a few stage outfits for rock bands and drawn a few more album covers for some.” Marinette blushed, telling him what she had been up to.

“I’m proud of you, Marinette.” Adrien genuinely smiled at her, causing her heart to skip a beat.

“It’s nothing really. Same ol’, same ol’.” Marinette waved him away. “Our friends have been busy. Max is working as an IT for Alya’s online magazine, Mylene has been traveling to help children in other countries with Ivan, Nino is traveling as a DJ, and everyone else is kind of doing their own thing.”

“They sound like they’re all doing well. I know Chloe moved to New York City a while back. I haven’t seen her, if you’re wondering.” Adrien softly chuckled. “She’s called me a few times, but I haven’t picked up, which probably makes me a jerk.”

“No. Well, I’m biased.” Marinette awkwardly giggled, causing him to shake his head with a short laugh.

“You are,” he agreed, “but it’s understandable. Kagami has been traveling for competitions, and I couldn’t tell you what Lila is up to.”

Marinette scowled at her name, causing Adrien to laugh.

“We don’t need to talk about Lila anymore. She’s gone, as far as I’m concerned.” Adrien leaned over with his hands on the island and a wink.

She awkwardly giggled and blushed, “Sorry for being a bitch.”

“It’s alright. We can be one together.” Adrien teased and stood up straight to begin washing tomatoes, causing Marinette to laugh.

Marinette spent the whole time catching up with him about what had been going on with her clothing brand and their friends. She didn’t know how much she had truly missed him until she saw him again. It was made only worse when she threw his comforter aside to lay in his bed.

Thunder and lightning still sang outside, distracting her from her thoughts. But the moment she laid down and brought the blankets up, all she could smell was him. His citrus cologne and the fragrance of his shampoo and detergent mixed together and caused her to sink beneath the sheets to be enveloped by him. The tears she had held in began to fall, being masked by the rolling thunder and crackle of lightening. Maybe she would have to visit that dungeon Nino had mentioned if she was going to survive this week with her ex.

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Adrien sat on the couch with a book in his hands, reading it with black framed glasses resting on his nose. He had his feet kicked up onto the old coffee table, as he listened to the rain come down. The moment it quieted down, he was pulled to a new melody. The sound of sniffling and quiet sobs from his bedroom.

His heart clenched the moment he heard it and he tried to ignore it, but it was hard. He had to do something to cheer her up. It was the least he could do after hurting her, hurting them.

Shutting his novel, he peered out the backdoor to his small garden where he was growing fresh produce and flowers. His gaze locked on the bluebells and he knew instantly what he was going to do in the morning for her.

Song I wrote to: Raincoat by Letdown

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Marinette stretched in the bed, forgetting where she was. Rubbing her eyes, she blinked and peered around herself before gasping and bringing the blankets closer to her face. The spiced citrus scent of the sheets solidified her thoughts. She wasn’t home in Paris in her luxury apartment, she was in a small town in New York in a cabin in the middle of nowhere woods. And it wasn’t just any cabin, it was Adrien Agreste’s.

With a panic, she flung off the covers and hurried to brush her teeth and fix her hair in the mirror. Even if they had lived together before, she wanted to look presentable. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her at her worst, but either way she didn’t want to look like chaos.

After she was satisfied, she walked out of his bedroom in her white tank top and pink pajama pants. Her arms were crossed over her breasts as she walked out to the kitchen, finding bluebells and sunflowers in a blue, blown glass, vase in the center of the round kitchen table. Her eyes widened for a moment, as the fragrance of strawberry crepes filled the air.

Turning her attention away from the flowers, she found Adrien in the kitchen with his hair neatly pulled back in a bun and his beard trimmed. He was wearing a black button-down shirt and a pair of fitted dark jeans. His sleeves were once again rolled up to his elbows to show off his forearms and when he spun around, the top two buttons were undone.

“Morning,” Adrien smiled and plated a strawberry crepe for her. “Coffee?”

“Th-thank you.” She blushed and took the plate from him to sit at the table. “The flowers are beautiful.”

“I thought you would like them. I picked them from my garden this morning.” Adrien gestured towards the backyard with his spatula. “I’m trying to grow my own produce and flowers. Random hobby I picked up,”

“That’s awesome.” Marinette beamed and watched him set a cup of coffee with cream and sugar in front of her before sitting down himself.

“Yeah. Anything to avoid a crowd.” Adrien partially joked.

“Never were really a people person,” Marinette smiled and picked up her fork to begin eating.

“I’ve spent my whole childhood being chased around by cameras and crazy fans. I’m thoroughly enjoying the peace and quiet here.” Adrien began to dig into his crepe.

“It’s nice.” Marinette hummed, taking a bite of her crepe and suddenly moaning in bliss. She placed a hand over her mouth, “Oh my God! These are delicious!”

“I’ve made them for you before,” Adrien rolled his eyes.

“I guess I missed them,” she blushed.

He kindly smiled, “I suppose so.” He thought for a moment before he set down his fork and gave her his attention again. “Mari, I’m really sorry for hurting you.”

“What?” She choked on a bite of crepe and covered her mouth to chew and swallow it. “You did what you had to. It’s okay, Adrien. Really. I’m glad you found a nice life here. You needed time to find yourself.”

“Except, I don’t know if I have. I came out here to try and figure shit out and I’m still as lost as ever.” Adrien sighed and poked around his crepe before picking up his coffee to focus on that instead. “It’s nice here and the people are great, but I just can’t seem to figure out if this is me, ya’ know?”

Marinette nodded and set her fork down to take a sip of her hot coffee. “Yeah. I know. But if you didn’t try to have a different experience like this one, than how would you ever know if this was, potentially, who you are? You know? Sometimes we have to take a leap, even if it’s scary, to figure out what we want and need. You’re doing good, Adrien.”

“I try.” He sighed. “I guess, I’ve been trying to search for a home. Something tangible. I just don’t know if I’ve found that either. I feel… displaced.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away awkwardly, “I guess.”

“Sometimes we all can feel that way, and that’s okay. I think it’s part of figuring out where we belong and part of figuring out who is our family when we feel we’ve lost ours. It’s hard when you see all of these people with, what you assume are, perfect lives around you and realize you’re not like them. And, seeing people happily taken, married, pregnant, having a successful career, a home of their own, having two loving parents, or anything you wish you had… can hurt. You’re not alone. Tons of us feel the same, Adrien. One day you’ll be happy and find what you are truly looking for and need, but it takes time.” Marinette warmly smiled across the table at him and picked up her cup of coffee to take a sip from it, watching him nod.

“Except, I’m in my thirties, Marinette. I should have this shit figured out.” Adrien sighed and rested his cheek on his fist and pushed around a strawberry on his plate.

“Age doesn’t matter. We go through shit at any age, Adrien. So, we’re thirty-four. You really think every thirty-something year old has everything figured out? No. You think my parents know what they’re doing sometimes in their sixties?” Marinette widened her eyes for a moment and giggled, “My mom will still get lost about some things. She doesn’t know everything, and neither does my papa. It’s about going with the flow and dealing with the problems as they come up the best you can. We make mistakes and we learn from them. If we didn’t make mistakes, or try new things, we’d never become better people or learn. Age isn’t a factor, Adrien.”

Adrien stared at her and shifted his jaw for a moment before sighing and nodding again without saying a word. It seemed like he was pondering what she had said.

 “So, has Nino been out here?” Marinette changed the topic again.

“Once or twice. It’s been a while since he has, but his DJ career only has tours for so long. Alya has been out here for her magazine a few times without Nino, but she’s mostly trapped doing interviews and visiting places.” Adrien shrugged.

Marinette peered up at him and took in his trimmed beard and saddened emerald eyes. She searched his expression for a moment and took his whole look in. “You look good with a beard and long hair. It suits you.”

Adrien blushed and reached up to touch his groomed beard, “I sorta let myself go as soon as I came out here.”

“Well, it looks good. You look more carefree and relaxed.” Marinette reached across the table to brush her fingertips along his bearded cheek. “You look rough around the edges instead of perfect.”

Adrien cringed, “I hate that word.”

“I know you do,” Marinette sighed. “You never had to be perfect, Adrien. You just had to be you. We love you no matter what.” Her expression softened into a kind smile, “Even when you’re a little rough. It suits you.”

“Merci, Marinette,” Adrien relaxed more in is seat.

“So, this garden…”

“What about it?” Adrien perked up.

“Can I see it?” Marinette blushed and peered up at him through her side-swept bangs.

“Absolutely,” Adrien went back to focusing on his meal in order to give her a tour of his garden he was so proud of.

Once they were done eating, Marinette offered to do dishes and Adrien had insisted on drying them and putting them away for her.

Doing dishes with him only make Marinette think back to when they had lived together, and she found she missed it more than before. Her heart ached and she wondered if they would ever end up back in that same spot together. A time when they would have soapy water fights, chase each other around the house like they were kids again, and fall to the floor, gasping for breath, before making love wherever they fell.

“Alright, ready?” Adrien dried his hands on the green dish towel before hanging it back on the stove’s handle.

“Yep,” Marinette smiled for him, pushing away the ache in her chest.

“Ladies first,” Adrien bowed with one hand behind his back and the other out towards her.

She headed to the back door, and he quickly slid over to open it for her. The back door creaked open and the click of the beat-up old screen door didn’t help either.

“Sorry. Another thing I need to work on.” He blushed out of embarrassment, as she stepped past him and walked down the short staircase into the area behind his house.

“Adrien, you don’t need to apologize to me about your house. I’m truly proud of what you’ve accomplished so far since moving out here.” Marinette peered over her shoulder at him before turning her attention back to his garden area.

Raised garden beds sat in neat rows and a greenhouse sat off on the other side of the yard. Her eyes widened upon seeing the wooden troughs holding herbs, tomatoes, lettuce, sugar snap peas, and blueberries. The one garden bed that truly caught her eye within his produce area were the rows of fresh strawberries.

“Did you pick those to make crepes this morning?” Marinette hurried over to the bright red fruit hidden amongst dark green foliage.

“I did.” Adrien placed his hands in his pockets and wandered towards her. “You can pick some, if you like.”

Marinette peered up at him before plucking one and wiping it off.

“I don’t use pesticides,” Adrien added, in case she was worried about eating it fresh from the garden.

She giggled and brought it to her full lips, closing her eyes and taking a slow bite of the ripe fruit. She moaned, taking in its overly sweet flavor, and it stole Adrien’s attention. Electricity ran through him and heat pooled between his thighs, as his cock hardened from the sound. “It’s like candy!”

“Everything tastes better fresh from a garden to me. I had no idea.” Adrien smirked and stepped up beside her to pluck a strawberry for himself before eating it. “These are perfect.”

Marinette blushed, chewing the berry in her mouth with a kind smile. “What else you got?”

“Come,” Adrien gestured for her to follow him towards his flower beds.

Her eyes wandered over the multiple colors of roses, all familiar from the years they had known one another. She smiled and walked over to run her hands along the soft petals, leaning down to breathe in the fresh scent of a pastel pink rose. “I miss these.”

Something in his gaze broke when she peered over at him. “I grew them for you.”

She pressed her lips together in a thin line before straightening her back and nodding. “Makes sense.”

“I also have bluebells, daisies, lavender, and sunflowers.” Adrien tried to change the subject and distract her from his comment, itching the back of his head and taking down his hair from its neat bun.

“They’re beautiful, Adrien.” Marinette warmly smiled, but it faded the moment she realized he had taken his hair down to hide.

“The greenhouse is mostly herbs.” Adrien waved it away like it wasn’t exciting. “It’s the newest adventure I’ve decided to go on. I don’t know if I’m doing it right or not. It’s… a learning curve for me.”

“Are you doing aquaponics?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him, but his surprised expression caught her off guard and made her blush a deep rose. “Mylene was telling me about it the other day. She wants to start doing that with Ivan at their place.”

“No, no, none of that. Although, I did think about it at one point.” Adrien reached up to rub his chin with interest.

“Be interesting,” Marinette shrugged. “At least Mylene made it seem interesting.”

“It is. I just want to get other shit down before I go toying with something like that.” Adrien sighed and placed his hand back into his pocket.

“Makes sense.” Marinette thought for a moment. “You know what I noticed?”

“Hm?” Adrien turned his attention back to her from his garden.

“You don’t have a piano here.” Marinette peered over her shoulder and up at him.

A corner of his lips slowly curled up, “Come on.”

He gestured for her to come inside, and she followed him.

Song I wrote to:

Twentysomethings by Camila Cabello

Chapter Text

Marinette followed Adrien through the cabin and back to his bedroom. She stood in the doorway and watched him crouch down beside his bed and reach beneath it. With a slow tug, Adrien produced a hard, black, case and set it onto the comforter.

“I bought this at a local music shop the first week I moved here.” Snapping open the latches on the case, he opened the lid to show off a Casio keyboard. “It’s a Casio CT-X700.”

“I don’t know what that means, but I’m assuming it’s good.” Marinette went with it.

Adrien peered down and softly laughed before pulling it from the case and plugging it into an outlet. He sat down with the keyboard on the bed and pat the spot beside him.

Marinette stumbled over towards him and sat down, watching him close his eyes and place his trembling fingers onto the keys. She reached out and softly touched his right hand, causing him to peer over at her, “You don’t have to play unless you want to.” A part of her knew playing piano had always reminded him of his mother, and she didn’t know how much it would hurt him to revisit those memories.

“I want to, Marinette.” Adrien gave her a warm smile and took a deep breath before beginning to play a song for her.

It started off soft and slowly spun into something sweeter. She closed her eyes and let the soft tones flood over her body and caress her skin, getting lost and swaying to the song. It was beautiful and she quickly realized how much she had missed him playing for her.

“I missed this,” she sighed.

He bumped his shoulder into hers, causing her to giggle, as he continued to play the keyboard beside her. The song faded into something sad before picking up into something romantic. Each note, even the bluer ones, brought chills over her body and made her heart soar.

She couldn’t start to fall for him again, not when she knew it wouldn’t come to anything. He wasn’t ready to come back to her, no matter how much she wished he was. He was still struggling to figure himself out and he wouldn’t do anything until he did, which was fine with her. She would wait as long as it took, but it still reached into her chest and crushed her lungs until she couldn’t breathe.

Tears began to escape from her eyes and trickle down her cheeks in lines, causing Adrien to bite his bottom lip and stop playing. He hadn’t meant to upset her, and everything about her reaction reminded him of when he had left years ago. He had wanted to make her smile, but right now he felt like he was doing more harm than good. Every step they took forward, felt like they were falling backwards beneath it. If he was honest, playing house like everything was fine was like using duct tape to fix a problem when what it really needed was to be rebuilt from the foundation.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have played for you. I didn’t mean to upset you, Marinette.” Adrien turned the keyboard off and got up to unplug it and put it back beneath the bed. “I should have set you up in a hotel room, if I’m being honest with myself. This was too much.”

“What?” Marinette suddenly stood up and stared at him with a desperate and hurt expression. “What do you mean?”

“I thought we could be how we were, or that I could do this, but I can’t.”

“Adrien, please.” Marinette couldn’t stop the tears falling down her cheeks as his words hit like knives. “Please, don’t hide from me again.”

“I’m sorry,” Adrien whispered and pulled his phone out, setting up a hotel room for her nearby. “Thirty minutes out is a nice bed and breakfast. I bought you a room to stay in for the week. Come by every day still. I just—” He ran a hand through his golden hair, “Give me time to come back to you and make this right.”

“Adrien, stop, please. I’ve gone years without seeing you. I don’t know if I can handle more time away.” Marinette tried to beg him again, but he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Marinette.” Adrien walked away, leaving her alone in his room to pack her bag.

She sniffed; her anger simmered in her veins before it boiled over. “Ugh!” She removed her shoe and threw it at the door after he shut it in her frustration. How long had she waited for him to come back? She thought he had started to, but she was wrong.

Grabbing her phone, she quickly texted Alya with tears blurring her vision, ‘I don’t know what to do anymore. He was right there. I could almost feel him, Alya. He was almost there.’  She threw her phone onto the bed beside herself, jammed her elbows into her thighs, and threw her head into her hands to sob. Her phone went off and she wiped away the tears to pick it up, seeing a text from Alya.

‘Have you gone to the Dark Rose yet?’

“What is with this place?” Marinette spoke beneath her breath and quickly replied, ‘No. Why?’

‘Go tonight. Request to see Master Noir.’

Marinette read over Alya’s text more than once before raising an eyebrow at it and responding, ‘Who’s Master Noir…’

‘He’s a Dom there. We’ve met him, and he’s a good man. He will listen to your needs and respect your boundaries and safewords. Trust us.’

She didn’t know whether she should, but having a moment to potentially put her feelings aside seemed like a great idea. With a broken heart, she packed her luggage and went to say goodbye to Adrien.

He was busy working on the back screen door, spraying WD-40 on the squeaky hinges and trying to troubleshoot what else was wrong with it. She took in the toolbelt sitting crooked on his hips with a hammer, nails, a wrench, and other various tools he might need on it.

She couldn’t help it, her gaze drifted over the back of his shirt to his tight dark jeans that left little to the imagination and his work boots. Who said he was allowed to look this damn attractive?

Marinette cleared her throat and set her luggage down onto the hardwood flooring with a click of the wheels. “Thank you for cooking for me, showing me your garden, and allowing me to stay here for a little while. I’m sorry it was too much.” Did it come across a little passive aggressive? Maybe, but she honestly didn’t care at this point.

With that, she pulled up the handle on her luggage and headed for his front door.

“Wait. Let me take you.” Adrien gave her a soft smile and took her bag from her, grabbing his keys and wallet before walking her out of his cabin and to his car. Opening the trunk, he placed her luggage into it before shutting it and opening the passenger door for her.

Her gaze drifted down to his toolbelt, “You going to fix something on the way, hot stuff?”

Adrien peered down, with the top of the door in his hand, and blushed. “Merde. Hang on.”

A giggle burst from her lips, watching him push away from the door to unlatch the toolbelt from his hips and run back inside to get rid of it. She shook her head, as he hurried back out and stood in the same spot he had been.

“Princess,” he slightly bowed, causing her to laugh more. Despite the fact her heart hurt, he could always get a smile out of her.

She climbed in and buckled her seatbelt, while he walked around to get into the driver’s seat. They drove in complete silence to the hotel nearby, and he barely said anything to her as she got out and took her luggage from his trunk.

Taking a deep breath, she peered up at the bed and breakfast and took in how quaint it all appeared. It was a cute house with its white coat of paint and navy trim. Flower boxes sat on the windowsills with red anemone flowers, and she couldn’t help but be reminded of Adonis and Aphrodite.

Stepping inside, she took in how it was filled with rose-themed items and cow figurines. There were even some fake sunflowers, in what appeared to be vintage, metal, milk containers, accenting the place.

“Can I help you, dear?” A sweet, elderly, woman smiled at the front.

“Yes, I should have a reservation under Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” She swallowed hard, wondering if Adrien had lingered out front or had simply gone home.

The woman looked through a log book on her desk before smiling and grabbing a key from the wall behind her. “Room 209 on the top floor. It’s the biggest suite we have.”

“Th-thank you.” Marinette tried to not let the fact it was the biggest room they had phase her. Of course, he would book that room for her.

“You’re welcome. It’s up the staircase and down the hallway on your right.” She smiled, and Marinette nodded before taking off upstairs.

The longer she took to get to her room, the better Dark Rose appealed to her. She wanted to escape, even if it was with someone she didn’t know at a private dungeon.

After unpacking, she looked up Dark Rose on her phone and clicked on their list of Dominants and submissives, searching for a Master Noir. Her gaze fell over each person until she landed on a man with medium-length blonde hair and forest-hued eyes behind a black leather mask. He wore a black, silk, button-down, shirt in the profile shot, and something about him was familiar. A part of him looked like Adrien, but he was clean-shaven and his hair was shorter. Not that, that meant anything, but there was no way it was him.

Putting her phone to sleep, she threw her luggage onto the bed and unzipped it to find a crimson latex mini-dress. Taking a deep breath, she slipped it on over a pair of black, latex, cheeky, underwear. She stepped into the quaint bathroom, put her hair up into a high pony tail, added a smokey eye, and a bold, dark cherry, lip. After she was certain her appearance was how she wanted it to be, she grabbed a pair of black pumps from a compartment in her luggage and slipped them on. She snatched up her aftercare bag and scheduled an Uber to take her to the Dark Rose.

Songs I Wrote to:

Mine by Kelly Clarkson

Fair by Normani

Chapter Text

The moment she pulled up to the black wooden building with a matching sign of a red rose curled around the name, she wondered if she had made the right choice. A line of motorcycles sat in front of the building and one caught her eye. It was a jet-black sports bike with neon green accents along the tank and a panther painted on the side. It stood out against the choppers around it, making her wonder who owned the bike inside.

Of all the towns to have a private dungeon, this small one was not on her radar as a place to have one. Then again, it wasn’t like she was familiar with all of them. A girl walked out with a man dressed in pony gear, and they both climbed onto one of the bikes before taking off. Marinette wondered what it would be like to ride on the back of one with someone she cared about. She used to have a scooter when she was younger, but she had traded it in for a car a long time ago when she needed a way to take materials and ensembles from one place to the next. There were days when she missed driving her pink scooter around, and seeing all of the bikes lined up didn’t help her not miss it any less.

The door opened and a girl in an inky black latex dress smiled at her, “Coming inside?”

“Hm?” Marinette jumped and turned her attention to the woman holding the door open. “Oh. Right. Yes.” She nodded and returned the woman’s kind smile with her own.

“Come inside. I’m Melissa, and you are?”

“M— Ladybug. I’m Ladybug.” Marinette gave the name she typically had gone by in dungeons in the past.

“Nice to meet you, Ladybug. Let’s get you set-up.” Melissa closed the door behind them and led her over to a reception area.

Marinette looked around the place and took in the black leather upholstered couches lining the walls of a lounge area with a few people sitting on them. A glass coffee table sat in the middle of them with bowls of assorted candies in them and one with pronoun enamel pins, while a mini fridge with drinks sat off against a wall.

The woman came back over with a waiver and a list of rules and expectations. “If you’ll just look these over and fill the waiver out for me, then we’ll get started.”

“Thanks. Um— Can I ask you something?” Marinette blushed, as her nerves took her under.

“Sure! Anything.”

“My friends told me about this dungeon and told me about someone who plays here named Master Noir?” Marinette searched her gaze and watched her slowly smile.

“He’s here now in the back setting up. Would you like me to grab him?” Melissa offered.

“Would you mind?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at her.

“Not at all! Be right back.” Melissa walked through a door and into the back, disappearing and leaving her alone.

Marinette became nervous, reading over the paperwork before initialing and signing it all. Going through her aftercare bag, she pulled out her list of yes, no, and maybes of kinks and fetishes. Her plan wasn’t to do anything explicit. She just wanted to have a moment to relax and not think about Adrien and how much it had hurt to be rejected once more. The only time she had done anything sexual, in terms of kink, had been with Adrien. The guilt of doing something so intimate with anyone else had always made her uneasy, so she had stuck with keeping things non-sexual with other Doms.

The door swung open and the echo of leather boots rang out around her, grabbing her attention away from the curated list in her hands. Her gaze ran from a pair of black leather boots, to a pair of matching pants, before landing on an ink-black, silk, button-down. The collar was undone to showcase his sharp collarbones and muscular pecs, stealing her attention and causing the atmosphere within the room to thicken.

“Evening.” His voice was like dark honey, smooth and sensual, yet slightly familiar.

Marinette peered up at his face and took in his trimmed beard and black leather mask over his eyes. They widened for a moment, almost as if he recognized her before relaxing again.

“E-evening,” Marinette watched him saunter towards her and sit down on the upholstered couch beside her.

“Melissa said you wanted to meet me.” Master Noir smiled.

“A couple of my friends told me about this place and to request you, I guess. Maybe meet you? I don’t know. Your name was mentioned.” She ran her nails along her forearm and peered down at her lap, as her heart raced. The sounds of others playing around them, behind a closed black door, made her thoughts jumble and mix together. Her breathing quickened, as a loud thwip and gasped moan echoed from the rooms she couldn’t see. She nervously looked around them, as she zoned out and the sounds became louder to her ears as she hyper-focused on them. Her body began to feel like she was floating in a sea of viscus pools of starlight.

“Hey. Focus on me,” Master Noir spoke with a soothing tone. He searched her face and watched her lock her gaze with his. “Take a deep breath in for me.”

She nodded and took a deep breath in.

“Good. Hold it for ten.” Master Noir watched her keep her focus on him, giving her something else to fix to. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten. Let it go slowly.”

She slowly let her breath go, and he kindly smiled at her.

“Good. Again, for me.” Master Noir watched her do it once more, counting for her before watching her let it out again. “Good job. Need to do it again?”

Marinette shook her head, feeling her heart calm down and the world slowly snap back into place. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

“Follow me.” Master Noir held his hand out for her to take it.

She placed her hand in his and he pulled her to her feet and took her outside. Marinette followed him blindly, as he led her over to a seating area out front. There was no one there but them and something about it calmed her down more. Inside, it had all been too intense for her at the moment. The moaning, gasping, screaming, and the sounds of the gear and toys being used. It had all been too much for her that night. Something that had once brought her solace, now reminded her too much of the man who had pushed her away again. Plus, the outdoor seating area was so quaint with it’s striped red and white outdoor cushions and dark brown wicker furniture. There were a few hanging plants dangling down from the roof and a couple of windchimes.

“Are you okay? Is it better out here?” Master Noir kept his tone soft, watching her nod.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” Marinette apologized. “I’ve had… well, it’s not important.”

“Tell me. You’re safe. I promise not to judge you, Ladybug.” Master Noir called her by her other name, and it eased her more. “Do you want some water?”

“I’m okay.” Marinette pushed his offer away.

“Do you have a blanket in your aftercare bag?” He flicked his gaze to the black bag beside her on the couch.

“I do,” Marinette nodded.

“May I see your bag?” Master Noir waited for her to pass it over.

Marinette passed him her black aftercare tote bag and watched him open it. He rifled through it until he found her rolled up, pink, blanket and took it out to wrap around her shoulders. She pulled it around herself, as he set her tote bag back beside her.

“We don’t have to do a scene today. I just want to get to know you. I’m all ears.” He pointed to the black leather cat ears on his head, and she burst out into a giggle. A smirk slowly fell onto his lips.

She played with the hem of her fleece blanket and peered down at herself, “I’ve just had a shitty couple of days is all. I made a stupid decision to fly out to see an old friend, and it was too much for them. I knew it was going to potentially crash and burn, but I hadn’t anticipated it would hurt so much.” Marinette sighed and leaned back on the outdoor bench.

The thick atmosphere around her faltered for a moment before it slowly crept back in.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m sure they were still happy to see you.” Master Noir swallowed hard, adjusting his mask.

“I don’t know about that.” She widened her eyes for a moment before relaxing her expression. “They seemed shocked, which is understandable. I just— I don’t know if they were truly happy to see m—”

“He was!” Master Noir jumped to interrupt her before calming down and clearing his throat, “I mean— I’m sure they were."

She raised an eyebrow at him, letting her blanket fall down from around her shoulders to pool at her elbows, “How’d you know it was a guy?”

Master Noir shrugged, “Lucky guess?”

She sighed and gripped the seat of the bench in her hands, “I just want to forget why I came here.” She locked her gaze with his, “Can you make me forget how much my heart hurts?”

He parted his lips and his eyes glossed over, as tears fought to win. He shifted his jaw for a moment and closed his mouth with a ‘hm’.

Marinette quickly sat up and waved her hands in front of her face, “Nothing sexual. I don’t want that. I just— in the past I’ve gone to dungeons to have non-sexual D/s, and I would want that. Just make my mind blank out and let me forget for a moment how stupid and crazy I am.”

Master Noir’s shoulders fell, as he relaxed with a kind smile. “What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

She stared at him funny for a moment and skeptically answered, “Chocolate?”

He smiled and gestured towards his black sports bike, “Your non-verbal safeword?”

Her gaze flashed to the bike she had wondered about earlier and smiled, “Touching my right ear.”

“Good. I want you to use your safeword whenever you feel the need to for any reason. And I mean any, okay?” Master Noir searched her sapphire-hued gaze.

“O-okay.” She nodded and swallowed. “Where are you taking me?”

“We’re going to get on my bike and go out for ice cream. I’ll order for us and I’ll pay. You don’t have to think if you don’t want to.” He smiled and watched her relax. “I’ll try to make your day better.”

“Thank you.” Marinette blushed and played with her blanket in her lap.

“Of course. Let me grab two helmets and I’ll be back.” Master Noir left her on the bench and walked back inside.

Marinette tapped the bench and peered past the hanging plants to the night sky, taking in the billions of stars. She had never seen so many in the sky due to the lack of light pollution. Her heart felt a little less heavy after getting her feelings off her chest, but it still ached and made her throat feel thick. She really had wanted Adrien to be ecstatic to see her, and a part of him was, but it hadn’t ended how she had wanted it to.

Taking a deep breath, she removed the blanket from herself, folded it neatly, and rolled it to put it away. After closing her tote bag, the front door opened once more and drew her attention to it.

“Here you go.” Master Noir came back out with a black leather jacket on and one draped over his arm with two black helmets in his hands. A black backpack sat on his back, and his cat ears were missing. Setting the helmets down on the seat beside her, he held his other jacket out for her. “Put this on.”

Marinette stood up and swayed her hips, walking towards him. She turned around in front of him. He slipped the jacket onto her arms and over her shoulders, “Mind if I touch your hair?” His voice was husky and low close to her ear.

She nodded.

“I need words from those gorgeous lips, bugaboo.” The new nickname made a shiver run up her spine and her heart skip a beat, causing heat to pool between her thighs.

“Yes, Sir,” she let the words tumble from her pink lips.

“Good girl,” he purred, gathering her long black hair and pulling it from the inside of his jacket and letting it fall to cascade down her back. ‘Property of Noir’ was written on the back of the jacket in chartreus, and he smiled thinking about Marinette in it.

He grabbed his black helmet and slipped it over his head, fastening the straps beneath his chin and flicking the visor down. He raised a hand to instruct her to spin with his index finger. She swallowed hard with a blush and slowly spun around to face away from him.

Gathering her hair, he began to braid it so it wouldn’t get tangled from riding. He reached into his jacket and pulled a black hair tie from his wrist to secure her hair at the bottom of the braid.

“Turn around for me,” his voice was muffled by the helmet.

She turned on her toe to face him again, peering into the inky surface of his visor, unable to see him. “Like this?”

“Yes, just like that.” He reached over to grab the other helmet and slid it over her head, buckling the straps beneath her chin. He grabbed the underside of her helmet and yanked her to press hers against his.

She gasped and closed her eyes, and he pulled away and shut her visor so her identity was hidden. A soft giggle fell from her lips, as she blushed beneath the helmet.

Master Noir raised a hand to give her a thumbs up in question, and she did it back with a nod. He reached into his pocket and pulled out black riding gloves. He held his hand out and wiggled his fingers for her hand. She brought a hand up and he flipped it, palm up. With his gaze on hers, hidden behind the pitch-black visor, he began to trail the tips of the leather glove along her wrist and over her palm to tease each of her fingers with it. He slid it onto her hand and pulled the strap tight to fasten it.

Slipping two fingers beneath the glove and her wrist, he made sure it wasn’t too snug. He held up his thumb again, in a questionable manner, and she brought her other hand up to give him a thumbs up that it was good. With a nod, he grabbed her other hand to do the same before fastening it and checking that one too. When she was good, he slipped on his own gloves.

He touched a communication device on both helmets and his voice came through hers loud and clear, “You good?”

“Yes, Sir,” she nodded.

“Good. Now, I would like you to be aware you are agreeing to trust your life with me on this bike. I need you to hold on tight when we accelerate with your fingers interlocked, then push against the tank when we stop, and lean when I do. Understand?” Master Noir adjusted his gloves, gesturing the motions of what he wanted her to do.

“Understood.” She nodded.

“If we do crash, know that I will put your life first to the best of my ability. Do you understand?” He waited for her to reply.

“I understand,” she swallowed hard.

“Good.” Master Noir took off his black backpack and unzipped it to shove her aftercare back into it before zipping it back up. He slipped the backpack onto her back, took her hand in his, and pulled her towards his motorcycle. He let go of her hand to put down the foot pegs for her and climbed on first.

He went to help her onto the back, but she easily stepped onto the pegs and climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Ridden before?”

“I owned a scooter as a teenager, not that it’s the same thing.” Marinette blushed inside the helmet.

He smirked, aware she had, “Your thoughts on bikes?”

“I like them. My grandma had one growing up.” Marinette remembered how her grandma would take her on rides with her sometimes.

“That’s awesome.” Master Noir softly smiled and kicked up his kickstand before starting his bike. “Hold on tight, bugaboo.”

She hugged him harder, interlocking her fingers in front of him. He walked the bike out of the parking spot and took off out of the dirt parking lot and onto the road. Getting lost in the way the air wafted through the jacket and the feeling of his body against hers, she relaxed more. Each time he leaned, she did too, until they reached the small mom and pop ice cream parlor.

He swung into the quaint parking lot and parked in a spot, cutting the engine and waiting for her to climb off first. She stumbled and he took her hand to catch her, hearing her giggle in his helmet.

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“It’s okay,” Master Noir softly spoke. “You don’t need to apologize.”

She nodded, and he put his kickstand down and climbed off. He helped her out of her helmet and took the backpack from her shoulders. After swapping the backpack for her helmet, he slipped it onto his own back and removed is helmet. He shook his long, golden, hair free and ran a hand through it.

“Come.” He took her hand and pulled her towards the front door with his helmet under his other arm.

She followed him without a word, staring at the back of his head and taking in his golden hair. Would they find it weird he was wearing a leather mask over his eyes? It wasn’t like he had taken it off.

He grabbed the door and held it open for her, “Ladies first.”

His line threw her off, reminding her of Adrien, and she tripped where the door frame met the wooden porch. He caught her and slightly lifted her over the uneven ground.

“Sorry. Madly clumsy.” She awkwardly giggled, causing his heart to become warm.

“You need to stop apologizing so much, bugaboo. In my eyes, saying you’re sorry is reserved for when you won’t do it again.” He winked at her, causing her lips to part and then close.

“I like that,” she softly smiled.

“I used to apologize a lot myself. So, I try to live by it nowadays the best I can,” he shrugged his shoulders. He still apologized too much, but he wasn’t going to tell her that— not when she needed that small sliver of hope. “Now, let’s get some ice cream.”

She nodded, “Okay.”

He took her hand once again and walked with her over to the case of ice cream flavors. Her gaze never left his face, while he ordered for them both with ease. Every question thrown her way, he answered for her until she relaxed beside him and leaned her head against his bicep. She really didn’t have to think, and she loved it to pieces.

“Thank you,” he paid with his card and let go of her hand to pick up the cups of chocolate and passion fruit ice cream. He maneuvered both cups into his left hand and grabbed her hand with the other, tugging her to an outdoor seating area.

Red umbrellas covered round wooden tables and chairs in a fenced-in area. He picked a table in the back corner and let her hand go to pull out a chair for her. She plopped down into it and he set her chocolate ice cream down in front of her before sitting down across from her with his own bowl.

She set the helmet on the table and sighed, “This is really nice.”

“I’m glad.” He warmly smiled and placed his own helmet beside hers. “Is this what you were hoping for?”

“Sorta.” She removed her gloves, pulled her white paper bowl towards herself, and grabbed the spoon that was tucked into the scoops of chocolate ice cream.

“What were you hoping for?” He took off his gloves and grabbed his own spoon from his ice cream.

“I don’t know.” Marinette sighed and took a bite of the decadent dessert and closed her eyes with a blissful hum as the rich flavors swept along her tongue. “Oh, my, God.” It was delicious and just what she needed to drown her sorrow. “I really needed this.”

“Ice cream cures many things,” he teased, but, inside he would have rather had a glass of neat whiskey.

“You’re not wrong,” she softly giggled around another bite. She watched him run his tongue along the edge of his plastic spoon before wrapping his lips around it, causing heat to pool between her thighs again. God, it shouldn’t be so attractive for him to eat ice cream, she thought. “So, do people ever question your mask?” She gestured to her eyes with the spoon in her hand.

He softly laughed, “No, not usually. I think they’re used to seeing it.”

“Really?” Marinette raised her eyebrows for a moment.

He leaned across the table and whispered, peering up at her through his golden hair with forest green eyes, “Don’t tell anyone, but I come here often.”

She snorted, biting back a giggle at his whispered words. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“I hope so,” he smiled and sat up straight to take another bite of his passion fruit ice cream. He licked the back of his spoon for a moment, drawing her attention to him once more.

Her lips parted and her cheeks grew warm, as she watched him service his spoon like it was her pussy. He smirked and turned his attention back to his bowl, “So, what do you need?”

She sighed and played around with her chocolate ice cream, watching it melt. “I do well with sentences.”

“Like if I give you a notebook and have you fill it?” He slipped his spoon into his pink ice cream.

“Yes,” she nodded.

He raised a hand and wiggled his fingers for her to tell him more, as he took another bite of his sweet and tangy dessert.

“Remind me to eat and drink water. Remind me to breathe when I panic. Remind me that I’m okay when it hurts. Make me laugh when all I want to do is cry. Remind me to tell you three things I like about myself.” Marinette began to feel her heart shatter, as she thought about what Adrien used to do.

“You okay? Remember you can do this.” Master Noir reached up to touch his right ear.

“I know. I’m alright. Just remembering someone.” Marinette gave him a kind smile. “He used to help me a lot.”

“I understand.” Master Noir gave her a compassionate smile, but inside he was hurting just as much as she was. He remembered doing all of this for her when they were together. The late nights where he would hold her and rock her when she would breakdown. The nights of reminding her to breathe and doing the exercises with her with her hand on his chest to feel his pulse. “I do.”

“If I don’t, have me write sentences.” Marinette swallowed hard.

“Okay,” he nodded.

“What do you need?” Marinette cleared her throat and watched him set his spoon down.

He thought for a moment, unsure what to tell her. Should he spoil it and let her see who he was beneath the mask, or wait? He didn’t want to hurt her anymore than he had, and he felt like he was lying by doing what he was. With his broken heart in his hand, he softly spoke, “Remind me who I am.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, as she watched him reach behind his head to undo his mask and let it fall to the table. Tears began to fall down her cheeks, seeing Adrien appear before her. Her spoon clattered to the table and she covered her mouth with her hand.

“I’m so sorry,” Adrien took her hands in his.

“That’s why Alya and Nino dragged my ass here,” Marinette’s words rattled from her lips. “They knew.”

“They did,” Adrien sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I was going to pretend like I was a stranger, but I can’t do that to you. Will you help me, and in turn, I’ll help you? Please, Mari.”

Marinette pressed her lips into a thin line and sniffed, as her whole body began to tremble. “It’s going to hurt.”

“It already does,” Adrien admitted, swallowing back the pain in his throat.

“I— It does,” she whispered in defeat.

Adrien nodded and picked up his mask to slip it back on. “With time, we can make it hurt less.”

“Are you sure you want this?” Marinette was scared he was going to break her heart again. “I’m really afraid.”

“I’m sure, and I know. I am too, but I’m going to try my damndest to not hurt you anymore to the best of my ability, Marinette.” Master Noir swallowed hard and nodded, letting a tear escape. “None of this was, or is, your fault, princess.”

Marinette reached up to brush the tear from his cheek, cradling his face and watching him nuzzle her palm. “Okay.”

“Remind me how good I am, how tangible I am, and how much I’ve grown, and I’ll show you just how wonderful you are, wonder bug.” He slowly peered up at her with love-filled eyes. “I don’t deserve a woman like you; I never did, princess. The world needs more girls like you.”

A sob escaped her lips and she brought her hand up to silence it. “Okay,” she spoke in a broken whisper.

“Pink?” He searched her broken expression, making sure she didn’t need a mental health break.

She shook her head, “Still green, kitty.”

He softly smiled, “Good. Now, eat your ice cream and we’ll grab your luggage from the hotel and move you back to my home. Only, if you want.”

“I’d love that,” Marinette let more tears fall, and he brushed them away.

“You’re too pretty to cry like this, princess. I’m so sorry I hurt you again.” He sighed, hating himself all over again.

“It’s okay. It’s only going to get better.” She gave him a soft smile. “I know it will.”

A corner of his lips curled up and he nodded, “What did I say? Best woman in the world.”

She blushed and rolled her eyes at him, “Silly, kitty.”

Song I Wrote to:

Plastic Palm Trees by Tate McRae

Chapter Text

‘You didn’t tell me Adrien was fucking Master Noir!’ Marinette shot a group text to Alya and Nino.

‘Phrasing’ Alya’s text came back first before Nino’s.

Marinette rolled her eyes and furiously typed, ‘You know what I mean.’

‘That was the point, dude.’ Nino’s reply slid in right after.

‘Or that he had a bike!’ Marinette’s fingers tapped along her screen, texting them at top speed and stumbling over her words.

‘You had a scooter,’ Alya pointed out.

‘Yeah, but it’s not the same thing!’ Marinette blushed, reading the texts as they came in.

‘He bought that last year. Shrugs.’ Nino’s text lingered in her mind, as she read it.

“You okay?” Adrien walked out of his bathroom, rubbing his wet golden hair with a white towel, in a pair of grey pajama pants and a fitted white tee.

Her lips parted, glancing up and down his body, as he laid the towel along the back of his neck and gripped the ends in his fists. “Y-yeah. Are you?”

“Yeah.” His gaze drifted over her short, crimson, nightgown and he walked over and sat beside her on his bed. “Who are you texting?”

“Alya and Nino.” Marinette pressed the button to make her phone sleep and set it on a nightstand to ignore it. “So, when did you get the bike?”

“Last year. I had it custom painted earlier this year. It was plain black when I bought it.” Adrien laid back on his bed, and his shirt rode up and showed off the deep-v at his hips.

She licked her lips, staring at his hipbones and craving to bite them. “You still look good, you know that?”

He smirked and brought his hands behind his head, “Oh? You’re not so bad yourself.”

Rolling her eyes, she fell back onto his bed beside him and peered over at him with a saddened expression, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He brought a hand down between them to brush his pinky over hers before she slid her hand into his. He intertwined his fingers with hers and brought her knuckles up to brush his soft lips against them. His beard tickled her sensitive skin and she shivered. “Apologies, princess.”

“No, I like it.” Marinette warmly smiled and gripped his hand in hers. “If your beard makes you happy, then it makes me happy.”

He brushed his thumb over the back of her knuckles and peered down at their clasped hands, “I really meant it when I asked to be reminded of who I am.”

“I know, and I really meant it when I said what I had wanted,” Marinette bounced their hands in the air a few times.

Adrien nodded and stared at the ceiling, “I haven’t had the courage to talk about what had happened with my father and everything.”

Marinette nodded, “I know.”

“But I would like to try one day with you.” He slowly turned his head to face her. “Is that okay?”

“Of course, Adrien.” Marinette shifted to lay on her side.

“Will you stay longer than a week, if I need?” Adrien swallowed hard, feeling guilty asking her to stay longer than she had planned.

“Okay,” Marinette nodded. “I’ll text my assistant back home and let her know I’ll be working remote.”

“Do you need a laptop? Or a pc? I can get you on—” Adrien began to frantically speak, and Marinette stopped him.

“No, no. It’s alright. I brought my laptop with me, Adrien.” Marinette didn’t want him to spend more money on her.

“Do you need anything?” Adrien shifted to face her.

“Just you,” Marinette locked her gaze with his. “Just you, Adrien.”

His expression softened and he brought their hands to his forehead, “I don’t deserve you.”

She placed her fingertips beneath his chin and lifted his gaze to hers, “Yes, you do. Say it with me.”

Adrien took a deep breath and locked his gaze with hers.”

“Yes…” Marinette began.

“Yes,” Adrien repeated.

“I deserve.”

“I deserve,” Adrien continued.

“You,” Marinette warmly smiled.

“You.”

“All… together now.” She became energized.

He softly smiled with a quiet chuckle. “Yes, I deserve you.”

“That’s right, kitty, you do!” Marinette let his chin go and ruffled his long hair. “Your hair looks good long.”

“Thanks,” he ran a hand through his golden hair. “Did you drink water today?”

Marinette looked away, pressing her lips in a thin line. She hadn’t even thought about it. She had been too distracted by him.

“Mari…” Adrien’s tone shifted to Master Noir’s deep tone, as if he was disappointed in her.

“I drank like two sips, calm down.” Marinette rolled her eyes, and he gripped her chin and turned her gaze to his and brushed the pad of his thumb along her plump bottom lip.

“Two sips don’t count,” Adrien growled.

“Fine. I drank a couple cups of coffee.” Marinette shrugged.

“That’s even worse. Come.” Adrien groaned, as he stood up and yanked her with him. He tossed his towel in a laundry basket and tugged her out of the bedroom and down the hallway. The carpeted flooring creaked beneath their feet, as he pulled her into the kitchen. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her onto the counter and caused her to squeal and gasp.

“Adrien! I’m fine,” Marinette crossed her arms over her breasts.

“You’re not. You can’t go without drinking water. You’re going to get dehydrated and then I’ll have to take you to a hospital for an I.V. when it could have all been prevented. How do you expect to play, if you faint from not being properly hydrated, hm?” Adrien grabbed a clear glass from a cupboard and filled it with water, holding it out for her. “You owe me two pages of ‘I will drink water for my Sir.’” He tilted his head slightly and stared at her with a stern expression.

“Fine…” Marinette took the glass from him and brought it to her lips.

“That’s my good girl.” Adrien walked over to pick up a notebook from a pile in a bookshelf and grabbed a cheap ballpoint pen, slapping them down beside her. “I want those two pages by tonight.”

“And if I don’t?” Marinette lowered her lashes and gave him a sultry expression.

“Then I’ll add on two more,” Adrien placed his hands on either side of her hips and cocked his head to the side, staring at her with lowered lashes and shifted his jaw to lick one of his canine teeth.

She set the glass beside herself and gripped the edge of the counter to lean in closer, glancing from his chest, to his lips, and landing on his gorgeous eyes, “And still if I don’t?”

Adrien ran his right hand up her throat and gripped the sides of it, yanking her closer with a swift movement until her lips were nearly against his. He slowly tilted his head with a devilish expression, “Are you asking to play, princess?”

Marinette’s nipples hardened beneath her red, silk, nightgown and she swallowed hard as she slowly spread her thighs, drawing his attention down her body. His gaze settled on her bare pussy, peeking from beneath her short dress, and a growl emanated from his chest.

“You tell me,” Marinette leaned back on the counter, causing his hand to slip from her throat.

“We need to go slow,” Adrien ran a hand through his hair. “Write the sentences and drink more water in an hour for me.” He backed up and ran a hand down his face, as he headed out of the kitchen, “Merde.”

“Wait, Adrien.” Marinette hopped off the counter to grab his wrist. He peered over his shoulder at her with parted lips and she begged, “Stay. I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, he yanked her against his body and ran a hand up the back of her head to gather her dark hair in his hand and wrap it around his fist to tug her head back. She gasped and a moan slipped from between her lips, as he leaned down to bring his lips close to hers. His hard cock flexed against her, “You make it so difficult for me to keep my hands off you.”

“Then don’t,” Marinette whispered and peered at him with a sultry expression.

Adrien growled and pulled away from her once more, leaving her breathless. “I want to go slow, but it’s so hard to not continue where we left off years ago, princess.”

Marinette’s heart clenched, as he walked away from her. For whatever reason, the only solution she could think of to make him stay was offering to do something they used to. “Make chouquettes with me!”

Adrien froze in the doorway of the kitchen, slapping his hand onto the top of it. He thought for a moment, shifting his jaw, before turning around to face her with his hand still holding the doorframe. “You want to make chouquettes?”

“They’re your favorite.” Marinette swallowed hard, remembering how much he used to love them back home. “Or were. You said you wanted me to remind you of who you are. What better place to start than baking your favorite pastry with your wonder bug.”

“I don’t have pearl sugar,” Adrien swallowed hard.

“Is there a place that has it here?” Marinette stepped closer.

“I doubt it. I’d have to order some online.” Adrien sighed, letting go of the doorframe to meet her. He brushed her dark hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek.

She placed her hand over his and closed her eyes, “I’m sorry if I pushed you too far. I just miss you.”

“I know. It’s alright.” Adrien ran his hand along her jawline and gripped her chin with a kind smile.

“I’ll go put on underwear,” Marinette pulled away from him, but he grabbed her nightgown and yanked her back. She squeaked as she fell into him.

His hard cock pressed against her lower stomach and she gasped, “Keep them off.”

“O-okay.” She swallowed hard with a hand on his chest, as she peered up into his eyes and nodded.

“I can order some pearl sugar to show up tomorrow.” Adrien peered down into her eyes.

She nodded, “Okay. Pastries tomorrow.”

He grabbed her hips and walked her back until her back hit the counter where he had her sitting before. He grabbed the notebook and pen and slid them from the counter to hold out for her. “Write two pages of ‘I will drink water for my Sir’ for me like a good girl, and drink another cup of water for me.”

“Y-yes, Sir.” She licked her lips, took the notebook and pen from him, and walked over to the couch to begin on trembling legs. Honestly, she didn’t know how she made it there without falling to her knees.

Adrien grabbed her glass and refilled it, walking over to pass her it. “Drink.”

Marinette took it from him, slightly moving when he plopped down onto the couch beside her and placed his bare feet onto the coffee table, one at a time. She brought the cup to her lips and took a sip, slowly downing it until it was gone. He watched her set the cup down onto the coffee table and sit back to begin writing the two pages on her lap.

She shifted, rubbing her thighs together to try and ease the throbbing need between them. Her pussy dripped with desire and she shifted to not make a mess on his couch.

Adrien watched her shift her thighs and reached over to place his hand on her right one. He slid his hand along her inner thigh and suddenly yanked them apart. She gasped and bit back a moan as his nails dug into her sensitive skin. Her pen faltered against the paper, and she cleared her throat to try and focus.

Her hand clenched around the pen, as his pinky softly brushed closer to her wet pussy. “A-Adrien,” Marinette stumbled.

“Too much?” Adrien went to pull away, and she slapped her hand back over his.

She locked her gaze with his and shook her head, “Not enough.”

He smirked and brushed against her slick pussy with his pinky, “Permission to taste?”

A shiver ran through her and she swallowed hard and nodded.

“I need words,” Adrien brushed his pinky against her pussy once more, teasing her sensitive clit.

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

Adrien grabbed her and swung her around on his couch so her back was against the arm of it. She squealed and giggled, as she clutched the notebook and pen against herself.

“Don’t stop writing, princess.” He kneeled before her with his hands on her knees before slowly spreading them. She watched as he trailed kisses down one of her inner thighs before the other, teasing her with his lips and tongue. “Keep—writing—for—me.” He spoke between kisses before parting his lips and biting her.

A gasp and moan left her lips, as he licked over the imprint his teeth had left behind. He continued to trail kisses up her inner thighs, causing her legs to fall open for him. His gaze ran to the apex of her thighs where she glistened for him. Her scent was heady and sweet, causing him to crave her more.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, princess,” he spoke in a low hushed tone and ran his index and middle finger down her center.

She trembled and tried to focus on her sentences, but he was making it damn difficult for her.

“I don’t hear your pen moving.” He ran his tongue along her pussy and gently blew against her wet clit, causing her pussy to clench and a gasped short moan to leave her lips. “That’s it. That’s my gorgeous girl.”

“Fuck,” Marinette gasped, as he leaned down to devour her.

He ran his tongue from her tight entrance to her clit, drawing slow circles along it, until she raised her hips to his warm mouth. Her hand slammed down onto the lined paper, as he flicked her clit faster until it throbbed and ached. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked, causing her hips to buck.

Letting her clit go with a wet pop, he smirked up at her and ran his fingers along the sides of her soaking wet folds, “Did my wonder bug stop writing? Shame. I really wanted to make her scream my name.”

She made a sound of frustration, punching the paper with the pen in her hand and going back to writing sloppy sentences.

“That’s my beautiful girl.” Adrien bent back down to run his tongue up one side of her pussy and then the other. He dipped his tongue inside and curled it, teasing her by tilting his head from side to side and reaching up to rub gentle circles on her sensitive clit with his thumb.

Her breathing came out harsher, as she licked her lips and moaned. She threw her head back and looked back at her paper, working on the impossible feat before her.

Adrien drew his tongue from her pussy with a groan and licked up to her clit, slipping two fingers into her pussy. She gasped and rolled her hips against his hand, riding his fingers and tongue.

He curled his fingers and brushed them along the swollen bundle of nerves within her, as he sucked on her clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. The pressure built within her as her heart sped up. Her breathing hitched and she threw the notebook to the side and grabbed his hair, gripping the golden strands, as she flung her head back and cried out.

“Fuck, Adrien,” she screamed out, rocking her hips harder and faster against his mouth and hands, as she came hard.

He moaned and sped up his fingers, slamming them into her harder and speeding up his tongue. She shivered all over and her fingers loosened their grip on his soft hair. He pulled away to give her pussy one more lick before placing a kiss on her overly-sensitive clit until she pushed him away with a giggle.

“Jesus,” Marinette gasped and tried to catch her breath.

“Good?” Adrien ran a hand through his hair, sitting back on his heels.

“Yes, hell yes. Fuck.” Marinette closed her thighs and trembled at how it was too much.

Adrien throbbed between his legs, and she peered down at how hard he was. Licking her lips, she sat up on her knees to cup his face. “Let me help you.”

“You don’t have to.” Adrien panted, searching from her eyes to her lips.

She shook her head, “I want to.”

Adrien nodded, “Okay.”

Marinette searched his eyes and leaned in, letting her warm breath feather against his full lips. She lingered before softly brushing her lips against his. The world exploded around them and they clutched to each other, as she hungrily deepened the kiss. Her tongue swept along his and she bit his bottom lip, sucking on it before letting go to trail kisses down his neck. Her heart sped up in time with his, as all of their emotions came flooding back.

He groaned and held the back of her head, closing his eyes as her hands slid down his body to slip into the waistband of his grey pajama pants. Running her hands along the band, she slipped them down the back to caress his ass. Her fingers spread across his sculpted behind, and she pushed them down to free his cock. It bounced free and she grabbed his hips to shove him back on his heels, causing him to softly chuckle and catch himself.

Leaning down, she gripped his thighs and licked up the underside of his throbbing cock. A low growl left his lips, as she pulled back to stare at the bead of precum glistening on the tip.

“I forgot how much I missed your gorgeous cock, Minou.” Marinette all but moaned at how beautiful it was. She ran her right hand up the length of him and watched the drip slowly pool and run over the head of his cock. With a moan, she parted her pink lips and licked up the drop. He was salty, sweet, and she craved more like a fine wine. “God, you taste amazing on my tongue.”

He groaned, flinging his head back, as her mouth engulfed his cock and took it to the back. “Fuck, princess, mmm, don’t stop.”

Marinette moaned around his cock, wrapping her fingers around it and pumping it in time with her warm mouth. He parted his lips and ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face for her. She sped up her mouth, pumping up and down. She slowed her movements and tilted her head from side to side, while sweeping her tongue along him.

He moaned and peered down at her, “Fuck, you take me so well, princess.”

She moaned again, causing vibrations to cascade down his cock. She let his cock go with a wet pop, focusing her hand on the tip of it. His hips began to thrust up into her hand, and she went back to swirling her tongue around his head and licking up the underside before wrapping her lips around it again. She took him to the back of her throat and continued to work him harder until his thighs spread further and his hips bucked up.

His balls tightened, as the pressure built and the room faded away and there was only her. He hissed through his clenched teeth, gathered her long dark hair into his hand, and wrapped it around his fist. He watched her with lowered lashes and groaned, “Fuck… princess. Faster.”

She sped up her hand and mouth until she felt cum traveling up his cock, until he was whimpering, until he was begging for mercy.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum. I want to see it on your tongue,” Adrien spoke between moaned breaths.

Marinette continued until he trembled and moaned, breathing out a long breath as he shot into the back of her throat and coated her tongue. He moaned and his breaths came out slightly broken.

“Show me, princess.” Adrien watched her pull away from him and sit back on her heels. He ran a hand up the valley of her breasts and along the sides of her throat to gently grip her chin.

She parted her lips for him with a flirty expression, sticking her tongue out to show the pool of cum on her tongue with a little giggle.

“That’s my good girl. Now swallow it.” Adrien watched her bring her tongue back into her mouth to swallow it before proving it was gone. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Marinette giggled and swallowed again before he pulled her close to capture her lips with his in a heated kiss. Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her into his lap on the couch to hold her. He trailed kisses along her shoulder and sighed with her.

“Do you need anything? Water? Candy? Juice? A blanket?” Adrien waited for her to answer him.

“Blanket sounds nice,” Marinette sighed.

“As you wish, princess.” Adrien pulled the throw from the couch and wrapped it around them and kissed her cheek. “You did so well for me.”

“You… you too,” she mumbled, half there.

He pulled away with a soft chuckle, “Finish your sentences for me.”

“Okay.” She grabbed the notebook and pen from where she left them.

He pulled out his phone and began to order the sugar from an online shop to be delivered in the morning. Once he was done, his gaze landed on Marinette’s moving hand. The pen shifted with each curve and cross of a line, as she continued her two pages of sentences.

Placing an arm along the back of the couch, he began to run his fingers through her dark hair. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting her pen go slack in her hand for a moment. He stopped and watched her begin to write again. Watching her fulfill his punishment made pride swell within his chest, as he watched her with the notebook on her thighs. Her feet were tucked against the couch, causing her nightgown to skirt up her thighs and show off the bottom curves of her behind. He trailed his fingers along the hem of her nightgown, distracting her and making her mess up a word.

“Damnit, Adrien,” Marinette smacked her pen along the back of his hand, causing him to chuckle.

“That nightgown is really distracting,” Adrien’s gaze burned her skin as it traveling along her body.

“I made it myself,” Marinette beamed.

“I thought it looked familiar,” Adrien smirked and bumped her with his chest.

She went back to writing her two pages, finishing up the last of them. Adrien set her beside him on the couch, stood up, and grabbed the mouth of her glass to go into the kitchen to fill it again. He brought it back to her and she took it.

“Merci,” Marinette brought it to her lips and handed him the notebook and pen without a word.

Adrien took the notebook from her and flipped through it, taking in the two pages of sentences. “Good job.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Marinette warmly smiled with a blush.

He sighed and leaned back against the couch beside her, “How many times has Alya kept you from seeing me?” He lulled his head to the side to peer at her.

“More than I care to admit,” Marinette sighed, embarrassed to even give him a number.

He peered down at his lap and softly laughed, “Same ole’ Marinette.”

“What? I was worried about you,” Marinette set her glass down on the coffee table and turned to face him with one knee bent onto the couch.

Adrien’s gaze dropped to between her thighs, and she grabbed the throw pillow from behind herself and threw it into her lap. “I know. Humor me. How many times?”

“Twenty-six,” she mumbled with pursed lips.

Her pout was too cute. His heart felt like it was going to burst upon seeing it, especially with her freckles and soft blush.

“You’re too cute, you know that?” Adrien teased her.

“I’m not cute.” Marinette crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up and causing her to have more cleavage than before.

“Sure,” Adrien gave an airy laugh.

“I’m not,” she argued.

“Agree to disagree, Marinette.” Adrien smirked and turned his attention to his back door. “I really need to finish fixing this place up.”

“Take your time,” Marinette warmly smiled.

“I’m trying, but I feel like I’m not going fast enough. At least not to the extent I want to be.” Adrien sighed and Marinette straddled his lap.

She ran her hands along his chest and up along his shoulders before wrapping her arms around his neck, “Alright. What can I help you with?”

Adrien ran his hands up her thighs to grab her hips and leaned closer. She smirked and gently pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. “Nothing right now.”

“Are you sure? You know I’m really good with caulk.” Marinette played with his long hair and ran her hands along his beard to cup his face, causing him to give a short laugh. “C’mon, hot stuff, tell me what to do.”

“You being here with me is enough right now, bugaboo.” Adrien leaned in to brush his lips against hers again. “Just stay here for a moment and breathe with me.”

“Okay,” Marinette whispered and pressed her forehead against his.

They closed their eyes and she breathed in time with him, hyper-focusing on it until they were in rhythm. She missed this. The feeling of being in sync.

Marinette sighed, feeling him pull away, and she opened her eyes to peer at him.

“Merci,” Adrien whispered.

“De rien, Adrien.” Marinette warmly smiled.

“The pearl sugar should be here in the morning, and it’s getting late.” Adrien ran his hands along her thighs and played with the hem of her nightgown.

“Read to me,” Marinette pat his chest.

He softly smiled, “Okay.”

Lifting her, he stood up from the couch and carried her over to his bookshelf. He nodded to a classic novel, and she plucked it from the shelf for him. Adrien carried her down the hallway and she wrapped her arms around his neck, causing the book to smack his shoulder blade. She pressed her lips against his several times, as they sauntered down the hallway to his bedroom.

He tossed her onto his bed, causing her to giggle and back up against the headboard. He sat down on the right side of the bed and grabbed his black framed glasses from the nightstand to read.

“Rain poured down onto the windows, causing the echoes of pattering droplets to infiltrate the hotel room…” Adrien began to read with his glasses falling down his nose with one ankle crossed over the other in front of him.

Marinette leaned her head against his shoulder and watched the way his index finger caressed the edge of the page, while he diligently read. After a few minutes, her eyelids began to feel heavy until they slowly closed. Her whole body relaxed against his, and Adrien slowly peered over to see she had fallen asleep.

Softly closing the book, he set it on the nightstand with his folded glasses and eased her into bed. He brought the sheets and comforter over her sleeping body and went to leave the bedroom to the couch.

Her hand reached out in her sleep and grabbed his arm, as she mumbled, “No, don’t go. Stay. Please, Adrien, don’t leave me again.”

His heart shattered on the floor into a million pieces of glass, and he laid back down beside her. Brushing her hair behind her ear, he whispered against it, “I’m not going anywhere, princess. I’m tired of running.”

She wrapped her arms around his bicep and cuddled closer, mumbling, “I… love… you… kitty.”

His eyes began to burn as his throat clenched tight. Tears slowly fell from his eyes and sank into his pillow, as he pulled her close. “I’m not leaving, I promise.”

Staring at Marinette’s sleeping face, he wondered how she could love him when he was so broken. If she knew how often he had drunk himself into a black out, if she knew how many bar fights, he had gotten himself into, and if she knew how little he thought of himself as a human being, would she stay?

The number of times Nino had flown out to find him stuck in a booth of a bar was astronomical. And he wasn’t going to tell her about the time Nino had saved him when he had sunk too low.

Adrien raised a hand and looked at the back of it, pinching it with his other hand just to feel he was alive. With a wince, he realized he was in fact real. It was hard to believe you should be alive when you came into existence in the way he had. And when his father had died, he had been left out of the loop and told a lie. His whole life felt like a lie, and he didn’t know how to trust anyone again. And that was where the guilt came in with Marinette.

He wanted to trust her, but it was so damn hard to after everything that had happened. And maybe their idea of doing D/s would be a way to build that trust back up and make him realize that some people were good and could be trusted with his life.

Peering down at his right ring finger, he took in his two silver rings. They were so plain, but the meaning behind them was heavier. More tears fell as he sighed and laid back to stare at the ceiling. He ran a hand through his golden hair and clenched his eyes shut, allowing more tears to escape. God, he hoped Marinette could help him. At least he could focus on the little things. One small accomplishment at a time, right? He just needed to celebrate the little ones like they were massive milestones.

Pastries would be a good start.

Memories of baking with Marinette and having flour fights filled his head until he passed out and fell asleep.

***

Adrien pulled the box in from his porch, looking over it and shaking it lightly. The box was bigger than it needed to be for such a small bag of pearl sugar. Marinette was in the kitchen gathering the rest of the ingredients, while he shut the rickety front door with a sharp crash and locked it.

“Did it show up?” Marinette smiled over at him.

“It did. You know, I never understood why they put such small packages in such big boxes.” Adrien shook his head and pulled a pocket knife from his front pocket and flicked it open to slice along the tape. He flicked it shut and pocketed the knife to tear open the flaps of the box.

Marinette giggled and shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know either.”

“Seems like a waste,” Adrien sighed, took out the bag of pearl sugar, and tossed the brown ziplocked bag onto the kitchen island with a thwack. He threw the cardboard box near the recycle and walked over to her. “What’s the first step, Chef Dupain-Cheng?”

She blushed and brought the recipe up on her phone for him, “Preheating our oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit and lining two baking trays with parchment paper for me.”

“I can do that,” Adrien nodded and walked over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands to begin helping her.

“Great!” Marinette bounced on her toes, excited to bake with him again like they used to.

She walked over to the stove and placed a saucepan onto a burner, placing milk, sugar, and butter into it. Turning the dial, she began to heat the mixture over medium heat.

Adrien touched her hips, standing behind her to reach across and turn on the oven to 375. He kissed her cheek before pulling away to grab two baking sheets and a container of parchment paper.

It had been a while since he had baked last, especially with her. When they were younger, they would make a weekend of it when the week had been really rough. Now, he found himself missing it. And seeing her swaying her hips as she mixed ingredients at his stove, filling the kitchen with the sweet scent of chouquettes, made his little cabin finally feel like a home.

“Can I get 135 grams of flour, please?” Marinette called from the stove.

“On it,” Adrien went to his little pantry and pulled out a container of all purpose flour. He brought it over and pulled a scale from a drawer. Spinning around, he grabbed her hips when he nearly crashed into her. “Op, sorry.”

Marinette giggled, as he caught her before she could topple over. “You’re going to make a mess.”

“Would it really surprise you if I did?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at her and reached up to grab a bowl from a cabinet.

“No, no it wouldn’t.” Marinette went back to what she was doing.

Adrien set the bowl on the scale and began to pour the flour in until it hit the right amount. He walked over and pressed his body against hers, bringing the bowl of flour around her and holding it over the hot pot of melted ingredients.

“Add it?” Adrien’s voice came out low against her ear, causing a shiver to run up her spine and her head to feel fuzzy.

“Yes. Slowly.” Marinette swallowed hard, watching him slowly tip the bowl and dump the flour in.

Plumes of white flour wafted up and she waved it way. He chuckled as some of the flour clung to her dark hair. She grabbed some flour from the bowl and touched his cheek with it, dragging a thin white line across before he could get away.

Quickly, she took the pan off the heat and began to stir the contents in the pot with a wooden spoon until her arm began to get tired. She rolled her eyes and Adrien once again sauntered up behind her and held her hip with one hand. With the other, the ran it down her arm until his hand was over hers.

“Let me,” he spoke against her ear in a husky tone, wrapping his fingers around her hand gripping the wooden spoon.

“Ok,” Marinette whispered and let go of the spoon. She went to slip out of his way, but his hand gripped her hip harder and kept her in place. She peered up at him and took in the way he was staring at her like she was something he wanted to devour. “What?” Marinette lowered her lashes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Nothing.” Adrien shrugged and went back to mixing.

“Your face is telling me otherwise,” she pressed her ass against him, causing a choked sound to leave his throat when she rubbed herself against his hardened length. “Your dick doesn’t lie either.”

He ran his hand down from her hip to the hem of her nightgown and played with it, “If you weren’t still wearing this, I’d be able to focus more on your lovely chouquettes.”

“If you weren’t still wearing those grey sweatpants, so would I,” she threw back.

He shook his head and retuned the pot to the heat to mix it for a few minutes. “How long?”

“How long what?” Marinette was confused if he was asking about the pastries or something else.

“Do I mix this over heat?” Adrien brought her attention back to the pastries.

“One to three minutes. Why?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.

“And how long for them to bake?” Adrien licked his lips, stirring the ingredients.

“Twenty to twenty-five minutes. Why are you asking me this?” Marinette continued to look at him with a confused expression.

“I want to know how long I have to worship you,” Adrien spoke against her ear, causing a tremble to run through her.

A whimper erupted out of her and she blushed at the sound. She hadn’t meant to let it slip out, but she had struggled to hold it back. “Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Adrien gestured to his face. “Come to think of it. Did you remember to eat this morning or drink water?”

“I drank coffee and had a piece of toast.” Marinette shrugged her shoulders. “And now we’re about to have chouquettes, so, I’m fine!”

Adrien shook his head, “I should have fed you.”

“I’m not hungry,” Marinette protested.

“Well, coffee isn’t water.” Adrien’s voice came out stern.

“It’s close enough.” Marinette brushed him off.

“You want to write sentences or become acquainted with my paddle?” Adrien stopped stirring for a moment, as Marinette slipped away to grab a bowl to place the dough in.

“Fine, fine, I’ll drink water.” Marinette waved him away in a teasing manner.

“Drink water and I’ll tie you up in my rope and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to forget me tomorrow,” Adrien kept his voice low, and Marinette tripped and nearly fell onto the kitchen floor. He caught her around the waist, taking in the way her breathing heaved in quick pants. Bringing his soft lips to her ear, he whispered, “Is that what you want?”

Marinette bit her bottom lip, trying to keep a whimper from escaping when her phone went off on the kitchen island. “Shit.” She set the bowl down, “Whisk the eggs for me and add vanilla extract to the dough, please.”

Adrien gave her a thumbs up and began to crack eggs into a bowl and whisk them, while she picked up her phone and walked into the other room.

“Tikki?” Marinette answered the call from her assistant.

“Hey, Marinette. How are things going?” Tikki’s voice came through her phone like windchimes on a gorgeous day.

“It’s going well. How was the show?” Marinette plopped down onto Adrien’s couch and paid attention to her assistant.

Tikki was the sweetest person to work with. Marinette had loved her from the moment she had walked in with her short red hair and kind, vibrant, eyes. She was bubbly in all the best ways, but took no shit when she had to. Honestly, Marinette wanted to learn how she navigated the world to become a stronger person like her.

“The show was good. Nothing too exciting. Although, a few people stumbled on the runway, but what else is new. There was some gossip floating around, but I’ll have to tell you about that some other time. I don’t want to take up your whole day talking about it but, that brings me to a discussion I had there.” Tikki’s voice veered off slightly like she was nervous.

“What is it?” Marinette peered over her shoulder to watch Adrien. She covered the mouth piece for a moment to talk to him, “Now just add the eggs until it looks right, consistency wise. It should be glossy and easy to pipe.”

“Got it,” Adrien nodded.

“Sorry. Tell me.” Marinette went back to speaking with Tikki.

“I had someone reach out to me and ask us to be in London’s Fashion Week.”

Marinette suddenly choked on her spit and fell off the couch, causing Adrien to drop what he was doing and rush over to help her up.

‘I’m fine,’ she mouthed and pushed him away once he got her up. “Are you serious, Tikki?” Her voice pushed up a few octaves in her excitement.

“Yes, girl! Are we in?” Tikki joined her in her excitement.

“When would we need to fly out?” Marinette swallowed hard, thinking about how she had promised she would stay with him as long as he needed.

“The coordinator wants to meet with you this week to talk more about it. So, I set up a flight for tomorrow.” Tikki’s voice weakened slightly.

“I’m out of town,” Marinette ran a hand through her hair and gripped it.

“I know,” Tikki swallowed hard.

“Let me... speak with him.”

“Could always drag him with,” Tikki suggested. “He might actually be helpful. We’ve never done this, and well, you know.”

Marinette peered over at Adrien stirring dough for her. “I’ll ask.”

“Get back to me with your answer. Good luck.” Tikki hung up.

Marinette took a deep breath and set her phone onto the coffee table before standing up and walking back to him. Would he say yes? There was no way he would say yes.

“Your assistant?” Adrien passed her the bowl.

Marinette continued the recipe, “Tikki, yeah. We, um, we got into London Fashion Week.” She blushed, slowly peering up to watch his expression shift into excitement for her.

“Oh my God! That’s great! I’m so proud of you, Marinette! When do you fly out?” Adrien began thrilled for her. It was the first time she had been invited to such a thing.

“There lies the problem. The coordinator wants to meet with me this week. So, Tikki booked a flight tomorrow.” Marinette chewed on her bottom lip.

“What time?” Adrien asked right as a notification dinged from her phone.

Marinette dropped everything and walked over to grab her phone, seeing the flight information from Tikki. “Eight in the morning.”

“I’ll come with,” Adrien washed his hands and wiped them with a kitchen towel before leaving to retrieve his phone.

“Wait, what?” Marinette hurried after him, following him to his bedroom where he snatched his phone from his nightstand.

“We’ll take my private jet instead.” Adrien scrolled through his contacts to find the one he was looking for before tapping it and bringing it to his ear.

Marinette’s mouth fell open, watching him shift into the professional Adrien she used to see when they were younger. She spun on her heel and texted Tikki to cancel her tickets because Adrien was flying them there.

Songs I wrote to:

Lucky by Halsey

Too Sweet by Hosier

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I am still writing Day 7: London. lol The chapter is taking longer than I anticipated because Adrien and Marinette can't keep their damn hands off each other, but it's coming along. I'll probably have it posted later tonight, or tomorrow. I'm trying to get it posted later though. haha But I didn't want you all to think I'd stopped writing and posting Adrien August, so, I thought I would come on here and leave a note for you all. <3

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Marinette twisted the top of the piping bag and began to pipe the chouquettes onto one of the baking trays, while Adrien watched. She stopped with a gasped breath, playing with the malleable bag in her hands. “Are you sure you want to come with?”

Adrien dropped his arms and took the piping bag from her to finish what she had started, “Would you rather I stay behind?”

Her heart sped up, “No. I want you to come with. I have no idea what I’m doing and you do, and— sorry.” She blushed, as she began to panic about the whole situation. He breathed in slowly with his gaze locked on her, and she took it as a cue to do the same. Letting it out slowly, she relaxed her shoulders. “Thank you. I just don’t want you to do something that is too hard for you. If it’s too much I—”

He set the piping bag back into a glass and placed his hands on her shoulders with a sincere expression, “I want to do this. Plus, having you there will help keep me centered and focused.”

“Okay, but if it gets to be too much then give me your non-verbal safeword.” Marinette watched him nod. She peered down and back up into his emerald gaze, “You kept the Gabriel jet?”

“I kept a lot of things, Marinette. The chateau is still there too, the brand is still running, but I… well, you know.” Adrien let her shoulders go to rub the back of his neck and fell against the counter. “I used the jet when I went to fashion shows in the past.”

“I didn’t know.” Marinette swallowed hard, “I assumed you were flying with the general public.”

“I’d never get to the plane with everyone bombarding me, Marinette.” Adrien softly laughed, but it wasn’t real. It came out wrong and slightly off in a way that sat in the pit of her stomach and festered.

“Let’s change the subject, shall we? What about these chouquettes, hm?” Marinette picked the piping bag back up and held it out for him. “Show me how amazing you are again.”

Adrien leaned on the counter beside her, “I’d rather watch my bugaboo do it.”

She blushed and nodded, beginning to make circular rounds of the choux pastry. The way he was watching her with his cheek resting on his fist and his elbow on the kitchen island, made her heart flutter. The amount of love and longing in his expression overwhelmed her and she slipped and spilled some onto her hand.

Adrien grabbed her wrist and brought her hand up to run his tongue along the spilled pastry dough. Her lips parted and her lashes lowered, as he licked her hand clean before pulling away and licking his lips.

“Delicious,” Adrien purred.

“Would you like to do that to something else?” Marinette slapped a hand over her mouth, spilling more choux dough onto the counter.

Adrien snorted, choking on a laugh before calming down and leaning on the counter more to gather the spilled dough onto his finger. He held it up to her, raised his gaze to hers, and shifted his jaw. “Wanna taste?”

The piping bag dropped from her hand and she leaned over to run her tongue along his index finger. He intently watched her slowly lick up his finger and wrap her lips around it. A growl emanated from his chest, as she sucked on his finger and ran her warm mouth back down to the tip release it.

“Merde,” he breathed, and his cock flexed in his grey sweatpants. “Fuck me, bugaboo.”

She giggled and brought her ring finger up to wipe the corner of her mouth. “Tastes better on you.”

He groaned, picking up the piping bag to finish what she started. Once the chouquettes were piped onto the baking sheet, they tapped down the centers with wet fingertips, sprinkled them with pearl sugar, and popped them into the oven to bake.

“Twenty to Twenty-five minutes?” Adrien wiped his wet hands on a kitchen towel.

“Y-yes…” Marinette’s voice shifted up in question, wondering if she was going to regret saying that.

He tossed the towel aside and searched her expression, “You can tell me no.”

“I know,” Marinette cleared her throat.

“I have a question for you before I do something potentially stupid.” Adrien placed his hands in his pockets.

“What is it?” Marinette swallowed hard, peering up at him with a curious expression.

“If I take you over the kitchen table, spank you with a wooden spoon, and use your nightgown to restrain your wrists behind your back, will that be too much for you? Or... would you rather we wait for me to properly make love to you instead, like I’ve wanted to since the moment you landed on my doorstep?” Adrien licked his lips and watched her cheeks slowly burn a deep rose. “Choice is yours, princess.”

Marinette was about to answer him when he took a hand from a pocket to shake an index finger in the air.

“However, if you choose for me to make love to you... we’d need more than twenty-five minutes.” Adrien dropped his hand and shrugged.

Her mouth fell open, and it took her a moment to register her dumbfounded expression before she shut her mouth. “Right.”

“I’ll say it again vanilla se—”

“Is okay within D/s and BDSM. Yeah, yeah, kitty. You’ve said that for years to me.” She reached up and pat his chest with a knowing smile.

A corner of his lips slowly curled up, “So, which is it, bugaboo? You want your kitty, or your prince?”

On one hand she wanted to be worshipped for hours in his bed, but on the other one, she wanted to be ravished until she could barely walk. Her heart began to speed up, thinking about his hand on her ass working her up until he started to smack her lower curves hard with the spoon.

Bringing her fingers up to her lips, she tapped them in thought. Her gaze wandered down his body, taking in his hard cock in his grey pants. He reached over to graze his fingertips beneath her chin, raising her wanton gaze up to his own.

Searching her sapphire-hued eyes, he lowered his lashes, “Which is it?”

“My kitty,” she whispered, dropped her hand from her lips, and bit her bottom lip.

“Then I need one more thing from those gorgeous lips, princess.” Adrien’s lips slowly curled up in a devious expression and his brows lowered slightly. The atmosphere around them thickened until she felt like the walls were crashing in.

“My safeword is red to stop and yellow to slow down, Sir.” Marinette knew exactly what he wanted.

“Good girl,” Adrien purred.

He ran his hand along her jawline, cupped her face, and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip. She parted her lips and he sank his thumb inside, letting her lick and suck on it. He dragged his thumb down the center of her plump, bottom, lip and leaned down to brush his soft lips against her lips. She closed her eyes as he gripped her chin with his curled index finger and thumb, deepening the kiss when she granted him access.

A moan escaped from her lips into his, as his tongue swept along hers. He pulled away slightly to trace her bottom lip with the tip of his warm tongue before flicking her top one. A gasp left her lips when he raked his teeth along her bottom lip and tugged on it before letting it go to kiss her hard again.

He trailed kisses down to her neck, licking and sucking on her pulse point, while running his fingertips up her thighs to pull the hem of her nightgown up them. She moaned and tilted her head to the side, as his fingertips teased her curves, while he drew her nightgown up and over her stomach.

He parted his lips against her sensitive skin, teased her with his canine teeth, and sank them into her neck. A loud, gasped, moan left Marinette’s lips, as he raised her dress higher until it passed her breasts. The cool air brushed against her peaked nipples, causing them to harden more.

“Gorgeous,” Adrien spoke against her pulse, brushing his thumbs over her nipples and making her push them closer for more. He smirked and continued to tease them before pulling away to yank her nightgown up and down her arms, leaving it around her wrists and behind her back.

Holding her nightgown in place, he grabbed her hip and spun her away from him and grabbed a wooden spoon from a utensil holder on the counter. He walked her over to the round kitchen table and gripped the nightgown in his fist, yanking her back against him.

Her breath hitched as she stumbled back until she collided with him. Adrien trailed kisses along her shoulder and up her neck to her ear and whispered, “How does that feel?”

“Good, Sir.” Marinette swallowed hard, her breath hitching, as he slipped a bare foot between hers and suddenly knocked her leg apart.

He ran a hand up her spine and paused between her shoulder blades before suddenly easing her over the wooden table. Her nipples touched the cold surface, causing a shiver to run through her, before her cheek pressed against it.

She licked her lips and swallowed hard, as the silk fabric of her nightgown pressed against her wrists. Adrien set the wooden spoon on the table beside her and ran a hand along the bottom curves of her rounded behind.

“Ready, princess?” Adrien gripped the middle of her nightgown in his other fist.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How many do you think you deserve for not drinking water or eating breakfast?” He waited, brushing his fingers along her cheeks and following through with his nails and making her moan.

“Ten,” Marinette moaned and trembled, feeling her pussy slowly drip with arousal. “Fuck.”

“Ten it is.” Adrien began to smack her lower curves in short strokes, causing her to moan as each one ricochetted to her pussy and vibrated her clit.

She slowly faded away and gripped her hands in and out of fists, as he worked her up until her ass was a beautiful sweet, cherry, color. He ran his nails through her warm skin, causing her to gasp and whimper against the table.

“Count for me,” Adrien’s tone came out low and smooth like dark chocolate.

Marinette nodded, lost in a wave of ecstasy from his patterned smacks. Each one had slowly lowered her into a void where her thoughts became lost and there was only Adrien and the sensations he gave her. Gone was the kitchen, the chouquettes, and the world around them.

He ran his hand along a lower curve and smacked it hard, grabbing it, and letting it go. She slightly jumped and moaned, sinking deeper beneath the waves, and he did it again. He continued to lull her away until she was gone.

Adrien grabbed the wooden spoon and shifted to stand beside her, twirling the handle in his hand before pulling it back to smack the flat side against a lower curve. It sent ripples of pleasure across her skin and between her thighs, as the sharp pain burned into a deep ache.

“Ah,” Marinette moaned.

“Count,” Adrien commanded, running his nails through the ache and making her moan louder.

“One,” Marinette responded without thought.

“Good girl.” Adrien soothed her skin with his fingers before pulling the spoon back to do it again.

She gasped and slightly jumped, “Fuck, two.”

He ran his nails through the ache again and soothed it with his hand, before continuing. With each smack of the wooden spoon and rake of his fingers, she began to expect it.

Adrien pulled back and her breath caught, waiting for the hard smack of the spoon, but it never came. She made a sound of frustration, and he smirked with a wicked chuckle before smacking her on the ass when she least expected it.

“Shit,” Marinette cried out and wiggled her ass, biting her bottom lip with a giggle. She moaned, “Ten.”

He tossed the wooden spoon onto the table beside her once more and rubbed the swollen marks on her ass with his hand. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against the hot surface and parted them to bite her. She gasped and moaned, pushing her ass closer to his mouth.

A dark laugh left his lips, and he shoved his grey pants down and kicked them aside. Hooking his foot around one of the legs of a kitchen chair, he pulled it closer and fell into it.

He grabbed her hip and kept her nightgown in his other hand, yanking her down onto his lap. She gasped, as he guided her to ease onto his hard cock. They both moaned, as his cock stretched her open and filled her. Her head flung back, as he held her by her nightgown and hip and watched his dick sink in and out of her.

She circled her hips and bounced up and down on him. He ripped her nightgown from her wrists and she gripped his thighs with her hands. Adrien ran his hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and teasing them, while she rode him.

A hiss passed from between his clenched teeth, and he ran a hand up to her throat and gently squeezed the sides. He pulled her back until she was pressed against his chest. Running his hand up her neck more, he slipped his index and middle fingers into her warm mouth.

Marinette sucked on his fingers and rocked her hips, stopping and parting her lips to cry out, as he thrusted up into her and huffed against her ear in pants. Her nails bit into his thighs, as his widened to spread hers apart.

Her head fell back against his shoulder, as he slipped a hand between her thighs to circle her clit. Her pussy clenched around his hard cock, and her breath caught.

“Come for me, Marinette,” Adrien spoke against her ear in a husky tone, causing her to suddenly scream and come hard, as he shook his fingers against her sensitive clit. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come on my dick, princess. How many times can I get you to in five minutes, hm?”

Marinette whimpered as he slowed his movements and hand before working her up again. Her breath hitched and her lips parted, as he once again sped up his hips and fingers until she was screaming for him again. Over and over and over, she came undone until her legs felt like they weren’t going to work, until her mouth was dry, until she could scarcely breathe, and she didn’t know if she could do it again.

“One more for me, Marinette,” Adrien’s voice rumbled, coated in desperation from holding back.

“I can’t,” Marinette gasped and shook her head.

He gripped her chin and turned her dazed expression to his, “You can. One more, bugaboo, and then I’ll claim you as mine again.”

She whimpered and moaned, spreading her legs for him and panting as he teased her sensitive clit. She gasped and moaned, as he lightly smacked her pussy until her clit throbbed and ached for release.

“Ready?” Adrien continued to gently smack her clit with his fingertips, listening to her moan.

She nodded with her lips parted and he sped up his hips once more, slamming into her and shaking his fingers against her clit until she broke. A scream of ecstasy left her lips and she soaked his cock, causing the slick sounds within the room to echo louder.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so fucking good on my cock,” Adrien bit back a groan and clung to her, grabbing her hips to lift and drop her onto his dick until he came hard. He slowed his movements, feeling her go slack against him. Gently, he stood up to bend her over the kitchen table once more. He pulled out of her and stepped back to watch his cum slowly drip out of her throbbing pussy.

He ran his index and middle fingers along her slick pussy, caught his thick cum onto his fingertips, and slowly pushed it back into her. A moan left her lips, as he watched it pool back out.

Adrien pulled his pants back up, helped her up, and lifted her as the oven went off. Carrying her over to the kitchen, he set her on the counter and turned off the oven.

“T-take them o-out, hmm,” Marinette mumbled in a daze.

Adrien softly chuckled, causing her to giggle in an airy way. “As you wish, princess.”

He grabbed an oven mitt and opened the oven to pull out the chouquettes and poke holes in them with a toothpick before setting them off to cool. He washed his hands and dried them before picking her up and carrying her to his bed.

She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and breathed in his citrus cologne. “You still wear it,” she mumbled.

“Wear what, bugaboo?” Adrien gently laid her on the bed and rolled her over onto her stomach.

“Hugo Boss,” Marinette sighed into his pillow breathing in more of his fragrance.

He softly smiled and shook his head. “I do.”

She softly moaned, as he opened a jar of salve and began to rub it into her aching behind. He took his time doting over her and making sure she was okay after cleaning her up and covering her with a blanket. He walked out to the kitchen to grab them water, pausing to stare at the chouquettes they had baked together.

Seeing them, along with the sweet scent of baked goods in his home, made him realize just how much he had missed this— how much he had missed her.

He took the glasses of water and a few chouquettes back to his bedroom and tried to prepare himself for going to London tomorrow. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to step into a world, he had never dreamed of stepping back into, but he would do it for her.

***

The sunlight filtered into the bedroom, illuminating Adrien’s face and causing him to groan. He went to move his arm to grab a pillow to shove over his face when he noticed he couldn’t. Rubbing his eyes and blinking with his other hand, he peered over to find Marinette asleep in his arms.

Oh shit, he thought, remembering everything that had happened the day before. How they had baked and he had called Gorilla to get the Gabriel jet ready for them to take to London. His stomach flipped thinking about going to London, where his aunt and cousin lived.

“I’m only going to London to support Mari, it doesn’t mean I will see my aunt or Felix,” Adrien tiredly spoke beneath his breath.

“Hm?” Marinette stirred beside him.

“I said bonjour,” Adrien side tracked, hoping she truly hadn’t heard his sentence was longer.

“Mm, bonjour,” Marinette sighed and rolled towards him more to throw an arm over his stomach and snuggle closer. “What time is it,” she mumbled against his chest.

“Too early,” Adrien grumbled.

She gave a short laugh and smacked his chest, “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Adrien groaned and pulled his arm from beneath her to grab his phone from the nightstand. He placed his thumb on the screen and unlocked it, squinting at the bright screen. “Six.”

She whined and threw the pillow over her face.

“Told you.” Adrien softly laughed, looking over his notifications.

“Whattimedoweflyout?” Marinette mumbled into the pillow, causing Adrien to steal it away from her.

“What?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at her.

“I said...” She flopped to face him, “When do we fly out?”

He opened a new text message from his bodyguard, “Nine-thirty.”

Marinette groaned again, rolled onto her back, and reached above her head to stretch.

“Are you sore?” Adrien reached over to brush her hair away from her face, cradling her cheek in the process.

She peered over at him and warmly smiled, “A little.”

“Do you want more salve after you shower?” Adrien searched her gaze, and she shook her head.

“No, I like it.” Marinette bit her bottom lip and softly smiled. She took in his long, messy, golden hair and blushed, reaching over to rustle it with her hand. “I missed your sleepy voice and bedhead.”

Adrien rolled his eyes and grabbed her hip to roll her back over and on top of himself. She straddled his hips with her hands on his chest, and his gaze ran over her naked body. “And I missed waking up with you in my bed.”

She rolled her eyes and smacked her chest, climbing off him, “Come on, let’s shower and get ready to leave.”

“Do we have to? I was enjoying this.” He flexed his hard cock against the apex of her thighs.

“Afraid so, but if you’re lucky, I might service you in the shower.” Marinette leaned down to brush her lips against his.

“Alright, up.” Adrien threw her onto the bed, causing her to squeal and giggle. He rolled on top of her and settled between her legs, peering down at her with his hair cascading down around her face.

She reached up and brushed his hair behind his ear, “You sure you’re okay doing this with me?”

“I’m nervous. I might not be able to handle going through all of this, and I don’t want to see my aunt or Felix.” Adrien sighed, being honest with her. “Well, really, I’m terrified, but I’m going to do it for you.”

Marinette cradled his face and brushed her thumb across his cheek, “It’ll be okay. Just remember to breathe. We’re not seeing your aunt or Felix. It should just be a quick meeting and then we fly back the next day. I don’t plan on staying a long time.”

Adrien thought for a moment, “I know of a place there, if you’re interested. They have a dress code though.”

She shifted beneath him and tilted her head to the side, “Where?”

“It’s an exclusive dungeon only the elite can get into, it’s black attire only, and everyone has to wear a mask.” Adrien swallowed hard. “Might be a good way to de-stress afterwards.”

She searched his gaze, “I don’t have a mask.”

“I do,” Adrien climbed off her. “Let’s shower, and I’ll show you.”

“Okay.” Marinette slipped out of bed and followed him into his bathroom.

***

Adrien’s brown leather boots crunched on the forest floor, as he took her past a tree line. Marinette raised an eyebrow, staring at his white-washed jeans, white deep v-neck tee with rolled sleeves, and his neat man-bun.

He peered over his shoulder with a smirk and a pair of silver aviators over his eyes. “I built a shed out here.”

“Is this where I find out you’re really a serial killer now?” Marinette picked on him, causing him to burst out laughing.

“Yes, how did you know? It was supposed to be a secret,” Adrien teased back, as they came to a nice looking shed.

It was more like a small house with windows and a front door. It was painted black with brass hardware on the front door. Red rose bushes were planted against the front of it and a doormat sat in front of the door, welcoming them home.

Adrien pulled his keys from his pocket and jingled them until he found the right key. He slipped it into the lock and turned it, unlocking the door before opening it for them. “After you.”

Marinette stepped into the nice shed and her mouth fell open. The walls were a matte black and a small kitchenette sat off to the side with a mini fridge, sink, cabinets, and a coffee maker. A small seating area was just off from the kitchen with an oxblood leather couch. But none of that was her main focus, not when the walls were covered in fetish gear and every toy you could imagine. Each item had its own place on a pegboard system with drawers beneath them for more.

A sex swing hung up in a corner and a bondage bed took up most of the space.

“Welcome to my dungeon,” Adrien hit a light, bringing the room more into focus.

Marinette looked around the shed, taking it all in. She stopped and held her hands out, peering down at her feet, and spun around to face him. Tilting her head up, she peered at him through her dark hair, “Wait, wait, wait. You built this yourself?”

Adrien leaned against a wall with his arms crossed and one ankle over the other, “I did. It was… sort of practice for the main house.”

Her hands dropped at her sides and she pressed her lips into a thin line. She had never imagined he would build a sanctuary like this. She turned around on her toes to look again.

“Impressive.” Marinette was breathless.

Adrien softly smirked and pushed off the wall with his shoulder, sauntering over to one of the drawers. He raised a hand and wiggled his index and middle fingers for her to come over.

She scurried over to him and stood beside him. The moment she peered down into the drawer, she was met with perfectly organized masks in neat lines. “My god.”

“Take your pick.” Adrien held the drawer open with his fingertips.

“How many people have you played with in here?” Marinette peered up from the assortment of masks.

“Honestly?” Adrien raised an eyebrow.

“If we’re not honest with one another then we’re going to get nowhere.” Marinette crossed her arms over her chest.

“Just me,” Adrien swallowed hard.

“Just you?” Marinette narrowed her gaze at him. “What do you mean?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “I mean… I’ve never had someone in here. It’s just been me, and…” he peered away from her with a sheepish expression, “maybe I hoped one day…” his gaze shot to hers, “you.”

Marinette stared back at the masks, taking in the leather and lace ones. “So, these…” She pointed to them.

“Are all yours.” Adrien cleared his throat and itched his temple.

“And these?” Marinette walked over to run her hands along pink, red, and black leather harnesses, latex outfits, pvc dresses, and lace lingerie.

He blushed and scratched the back of his head, “All yours.”

Marinette’s mouth fell open and she turned to really look at them all, taking in the cat outfits, maid dresses, aprons, thigh highs, harnesses, and more. “Adrien.”

“I had always planned to come back to you Marinette. And, selfishly, I had hoped you would say yes.” Adrien watched her slip on a pair of black, lace, cat ears and sway her hips in his direction.

She stopped in front of him and ran her hands down his chest before peering up at him, “And Nino telling me about the Dark Rose and Master Noir?”

Adrien swallowed hard and gently gripped her chin, holding her gaze with his own, “My doing. I told him to lure you to me.”

“So, when I landed on your door step…” Marinette searched his gaze and shifted on her feet, cocking her hip.

“I was expecting you,” Adrien admitted.

“Mm-hm.” She shifted her jaw and peered over into the open drawer again. “I think I’ll wear the black lace mask to match my ears.”

He watched her reach into the drawer to pluck the mask she wanted from it before lingering along the countertops with her fingertips, perusing the wall of toys. She reached up on her toes and grabbed a couple bundles of red and black jute ropes from the wall and tossed them at him. “You’re going to need this,” she winked.

Adrien caught the ropes against his chest and peered up at her, letting a corner of his lips slowly curl up to show off a canine tooth. “I see you.”

“Do you?” Marinette teased and raised her hands, with her wrists bent, and slowly licked the side of a hand. “Because I’m really…” she slowly sank to her knees, keeping her gaze on him, “…good at sitting pretty.”

A groan left his lips as he bit one of the strands of rope in a bundle and tugged on it with his teeth.

“Mew,” Marinette meowed and slowly began to crawl toward him on all fours. Her hips slowly swayed one way and the next with each step, as her gorgeous eyes stayed trained on his face. “Don’t you want to show your kitten just how pretty she is, hm? I can be a good, good, kitten.” She sat back on her heels and wrapped her arms around his thigh to nuzzle it with her cheek and purred. She peered up at him, running her hand up to graze his hard cock in his jeans.

He growled from deep within his chest and grabbed the sides of her throat, pushing her back onto her heels and watching her lips part with a gasp and her eyes melt. “Behave.”

“Mmm… but what if I don’t want to…” she teased, parting her lips to lick the air with a dangerous expression. “Don’t you want to discipline your kitten for being such a bad, bad, little pet?”

“Shit,” Adrien whispered beneath his breath, rolled his eyes, and yanked her to her feet by her wrist before pulling her against his body.

She burst out into a fit of giggles, as he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her over to the bed. He smacked each of her cheeks with his fingers, causing her to jump and squeak, before he threw her onto the bed.

“Stay put,” Adrien shook his index finger at her.

A smirk slowly crept onto her face, and she sat up on her elbows. She slowly spread her legs, showing off the fact she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath her navy dress. “Make—me.”

He cracked his knuckles and clenched his jaw, causing the muscles to shift. “Don’t start.”

“Oh?” Marinette rolled onto all fours and slowly spread her knees, rolling back and arching her back. He watched her crawl around the bed and stare at him with a defiant expression before raising a fist to push off one of the black, satin, pillows. “Whoops. I’m so… clumsy.” She teased before going over to a nightstand and slowly pushing a bottle of lube until it got dangerously close to the edge.

“One,” Adrien warned.

“Just one?” Marinette pouted and inched it closer to the edge. “What if I want more?”

“I mean it,” Adrien crossed his arms and widened his stance.

“Oh, but so do I,” Marinette pushed it off, causing it to clatter to the floor. “Mew.” She gave him an innocent look.

“That’s it.” Adrien sat on the bed and grabbed her wrist to yank her over his lap, causing her to squeal.

She giggled and flung her hair over a shoulder, peering back at him, as he ran a hand along the backs of her thighs. He flung the skirt of her dress up and over her behind and grabbed a thigh to spread them.

A moan left her lips, as he ran a hand down her behind and between her thighs to tease her pussy. She mewled, as he slipped two fingers into her wet pussy and brought them back out to run his slick fingers along her folds. She wiggled her hips from side to side for more.

He smacked her ass hard, causing the sharp pain to turn into a deep ache. She bit her bottom lip and moaned for more.

“More,” she begged.

“More?” Adrien rubbed the ache away.

“Yes, Master.” She nodded.

He ran his nails along her cheeks and grabbed one before letting it go to smack it. She gasped out another moan and giggled, wiggling on his lap.

“Again,” she breathed.

“Only good kittens get to come for their Owner.” Adrien placed her dress back over her behind and hoisted her up until she sat back on her heels. “Behave and I’ll let you come on the plane.”

She parted her lips and then smirked at him, “Fine.”

Adrien knew he was in for a world of torture, and his heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to die. His cock ached in his jeans, begging to feel her wrapped around it, but he wasn’t going to let her win. No, he’d let her get this out of her system and grab her when she least expected it.

***

Marinette sat on the plane beside him, playing with a bottle of chilled water. She unscrewed the lid and took a swig before letting it trickle from her lips and down her chin to soak her breasts and dress.

“Stop it,” Adrien spoke in a dark tone. “Either drink your water or stop playing with it.”

“Or what?” She teased and tilted her head.

“Or I’ll take your water bottle from you, take a swig, spit it in your mouth, and make you properly swallow it,” he hissed between his clenched teeth.

“Is that a promise?” She challenged, taking another sip and spitting it at him.

He wiped the water from his trimmed beard and smacked the book he was reading onto the table beside him and yanked her water from her hand. “Open.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Marinette crossed her arms and played along.

“I wasn’t asking,” Adrien gave her a stern expression.

“And I wasn’t either,” she threw back.

He growled and ran a hand up her throat to grip her chin. He brought her water bottle to his lips and took a long sip from it before gripping her cheeks to cause her to open her mouth for him.

She softly giggled, as he leaned in and slowly trickled water into her mouth from his. She moaned and let the water fill her mouth before he captured her lips with his own and made her swallow it. She swallowed every drop until it was gone and all that was left was the feeling of his tongue on hers.

He pulled away, and she wiped the corner of her lips with her middle finger.

“Give me your safeword,” Adrien growled.

“Red,” Marinette answered with ease.

“Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the bedroom in the back,” Adrien instructed and watched her slowly sink off the chair onto her hands and knees.

He followed her, grabbing a carry-on bag along the way, to the bedroom in the back behind closed doors. If she was going to be a brat, then he was going to handle her like one.

The moment she reached the door, she sat back on her heels and waited for him to open the door. Adrien grabbed the door to the bedroom and opened it for them, watching her crawl inside.

Once she was inside, he shut the door behind himself and set the bag down. “Kneel on the bed for me.”

Swallowing hard, he watched her climb onto the bed and kneel. She brought her hands down onto her thighs, straightened her back, and held her head high for him. He watched her sit pretty for him and thought about all the times in the past she had done the same for him. Years and years of her being an amazing submissive just for him until he had given up.

The night he had ran away had been one of the hardest decisions he had had to make. Losing her had been complete hell, but he felt like he had had to, and now, now he was heading to London to support her with the fashion brand she had been building since they were teenagers.

Marinette peered over her shoulder, taking in Adrien’s concerned expression. “Yellow.” The safeword fell from her lips with ease, and Adrien flashed a glance up at her in surprise.

“What do you want changed?” Adrien swallowed hard, trying to shake off his anxiety and guilt.

Marinette climbed off the bed and walked towards him, reaching up to brush her fingers along his cheek, “I want my prince.”

Adrien licked his lips, “He might be missing right now.”

“I want whoever you can give me.” Marinette gave him a kind smile.

His shoulders dropped, as he relaxed. “I’m sorry, Marinette.”

“Stop. You’re doing something for me that is hard for you. If being Kitty was helping, we can keep going, but if you’d rather do something else, then we can too.” Marinette ran her fingertips along his beard. “What do you want?”

“A distraction,” Adrien sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

Marinette brought her hands between them in fists with her wrists facing up and a seductive expression, “Then use me.”

“I don’t want to use you, Marinette,” Adrien whispered.

“You’re not using me, Adrien. I’m asking to be your distraction, if you want me.” Marinette shrugged.

Adrien groaned, “My head is a wreck.”

“Red?” Marinette searched his gaze.

“Will you hate me if I say yes?” Adrien winced.

Marinette grabbed his face and brought his pained gaze down to hers, “I will never hate you, especially not for using a safeword.”

“Then red,” Adrien whispered.

Marinette took his hand and pulled him over to the bed to lay down with him. She wrapped her leg over his hips and her arm around his chest, holding him close. He embraced her, turning his head to kiss the top of her head.

“I feel so dumb,” Adrien sighed. “I’m sorry if I was a complete dick by spitting water in your mouth and whatever else I did.”

Marinette sat up and peered down at him, “Don’t be sorry. I enjoyed every moment of that. You’re a good Dom, Adrien. I promise you are. You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry if I was too much.”

“No, no. I enjoyed you being a bratty kitten,” Adrien sighed and gripped the front of his hair. “I think I just feel like shit and am overwhelmed. I don’t know. I’m spiraling.”

“Hey, look at me.” Marinette brought his attention back to her. She softly smiled and leaned down to brush her lips against his. “Focus on me and take a deep breath.”

Adrien peered into her eyes and breathed in with her before letting it out slowly. They did it again, continuing to breathe together until his heart slowed down. He still felt like he was sinking, but feeling her skin against his was helping to ground him.

“Do you need water?” Marinette watched him nod, and she left the room to grab him some.

Adrien sat up on the edge of the bed and placed his head in his hands. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like such a shitty Dom and person. He hadn’t even done anything wrong, but the guilt of it all was getting to him. Or maybe it was the stress of being on his late father’s jet after talking to Gorilla and knowing he was going to be landing in London to talk about fashion.

With a groan, he rubbed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. His stomach flipped and his breathing picked up until he was a massive wreck. As anger filled his veins, he grabbed one of the white pillows and threw it across the bedroom. It hit the wall with a thud, nearly missing a drink cart.

Peering over at the bottles of hard liquor, he was so tempted to take a drink of one to numb the pain. But right before he could grab a bottle of whiskey, the door opened to reveal Marinette with two bottles of water and some chocolate bon bons.

“I found these too.” Marinette warmly smiled, holding out the items for him.

“Merci,” Adrien choked out.

She watched his breathing and how it was hard for him to properly breathe. Hurrying over to him, she sat beside him and placed her hand on his chest and his on hers. “Feel my heartbeat?”

Adrien swallowed hard and nodded.

“Good. Breathe with me.” Marinette watched him closely as he breathed in, but it wasn’t good enough. She set everything aside on a table. “Alright, new tactic. Sit further on the bed and I’m going to straddle your hips.”

“I don’t see how this is going to wo—”

“Trust me,” Marinette interrupted him.

He humored her and moved back on the bed with his legs in front of him. She climbed into his lap and straddled it.

“Okay,” she sighed. “Close your eyes for me.”

Adrien closed his eyes and she began to relax, letting out a deep breath. She reached up to undo his bun and slipped the hair tie onto her wrist. Taking her time, she ran her hands over his head and down. Over and over, she ran her fingers along his head and through his long hair. He hummed and his shoulders began to relax.

She moved to running her fingers down the sides of his neck, along his shoulders, and down his chest. Over and over, she followed his body and pulled the tension from it. He got lost in her touches, as she began to grip his biceps and down his arms in a pattern of squeezes.

“Breathe in with me,” she whispered.

He breathed in slowly with her and then followed her by letting it out slowly.

She warmly smiled, “Good. Again.”

Adrien did it once more, and Marinette calmly ran her hands up his neck to cup his face. He slowly opened his eyes and stared deeply into hers. “I appreciate it.”

“It’s going to be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you and if you want out? We’ll get out. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to. You’re safe with me.” Marinette leaned in, as he did, and gently kissed him. “I don’t need a kitty and I don’t need a prince. I want whatever version of you you can give me in the moment. We’ll take this one step at a time. Together. We got this. It’s us against the world, remember?”

Adrien softly laughed and nodded. “You’re right, bugaboo.”

“I know I am.” She winked at him before wrapping him up in a massive hug. “I’ll always love you, Adrien. All of you.”

“Love you too,” Adrien whispered against her ear, holding her in his lap. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

She pulled away and pressed her forehead to his with his cheeks in her hands, “And I couldn’t without you.”

***

Adrien adjusted his silver aviators, as they stepped off the plane with their luggage in their hands. He followed Marinette to a black SUV waiting for them on the tarmac before grabbing the door for her.

She climbed into the backseat, as he passed their luggage to the driver to load into the back. Once he got in, he buckled his seatbelt and slipped his hand into hers. She intertwined their fingers before instructing the driver to drop them off at the hotel.

Adrien leaned over to whisper against her ear, “I’ll rent something so we can be alone the rest of our time here.”

Marinette smiled and nodded, “A bike?”

“I can get a bike,” Adrien smirked.

“Perfect,” she poked him on the nose with her index finger and giggled. “I had fun last time.”

“I’m glad. I prefer bikes.” Adrien turned his attention to the window, watching the airport turn into ornate buildings and busy streets.

Songs I wrote to:

7 Minutes in Hell by Chrissy Contanza ft. VOILA

Passenger Princess by Nessa Barrett

Mine by Bazzi

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Adrien adjusted his silver aviators on his face, as he walked beside Marinette through London. The streets were busy with people, as they made their way past shops towards the building where the coordinator was located.

Looking around himself, Adrien thought about all the times he had been in London throughout his life. Most of the memories had been good, but some were ones he would rather have forgotten.

“It’s here.” Marinette stopped in front of an ornate building, and Adrien nearly ran into her.

Adrien peered up at the building beside them and took it in. The last time he had been here, he had been much younger. Although, he doubted anyone who worked there now would know him. It had been a long time since he had seen them, and even then, his father had done all the talking. All he had had to do was do fittings and sit pretty.

With a shiver, he grabbed the door for Marinette and held it open for her. “After you.”

“Merci,” Marinette smiled, as she walked past him and into the lobby of the building.

“Hello, how may I help you?” A woman with blonde hair smiled at them from a modern front desk when they walked further into the building.

Adrien took in the black marble flooring and matching tiled walls with grey and gold accents of color. The couches were white leather with glass coffee tables and fake plants. His thoughts ran back to the place he had grown up with its similar color scheme.

“Hello. I have an appointment with the fashion coordinator, Lydia.” Marinette looked at her phone for the name she had been given by Tikki.

“I’ll let her know you’re here.” The woman looked past her at Adrien, watching him reach up to push his aviators onto the top of his head.

Jealously flooded through Marinette’s veins, but she had to remember that he used to be a well-known model. Of course, people were going to fawn over him. Although, what surprised her was how she still became jealous over it. Marinette figured it had been just her age, but clearly it was just her in general.

“Is that Adrien Agreste?” The administrator kept her gaze locked on him.

Marinette peered over her shoulder to see Adrien picking up fashion magazines and flipping through them before nervously sitting down and spinning his rings on his finger. He looked around the ceiling before catching her gaze and raising a hand to give a small wave with a kind smile.

She went back and forth on whether she should deny it or not, but right when she was about to answer, Adrien walked up beside her. He slipped an arm around Marinette’s waist and held his hand out for the woman’s.

“Hi, I’m Adrien.” He watched the woman’s mouth fall open before she shook it off and placed her hand in his. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh, right.” She shook his hand a little too long before letting it go. “I’m Maria.”

“Nice to meet you, Maria.” Adrien smiled and gave her a short nod. “How long have you worked here?”

She giggled and brushed her blonde hair behind her ear, “About a year. You? Oh my God, I’m sorry.” She rolled her eyes at herself, “I don’t know why I said that.”

“It’s alright.” Adrien chuckled, trying to ease the awkward tension.

Marinette peered up at him, as he spoke to the flirty woman in front of them.

“I’m a huge fan of your work. I’m sorry if that’s weird to say.” Maria blushed.

“No, not at all. I appreciate it.” Adrien gave her the fake smile Marinette was used to seeing.

“I’m sorry. Can you sign this?” The woman picked up a notebook she must use for her notes.

“Sure,” Adrien took the notebook and watched her scramble for a pen.

Marinette felt his hand slip from her side, and she mourned the loss of his warm touch to sign something for the giddy woman behind the desk.

Adrien opened the notebook and clicked the end of the black pen to sign a page.

“Can you make it out to Maria? I’m sorry.” She continued to apologize, as if it was an inconvenience for him. “I had no idea you would be here.”

The pen moved along the paper with ease, as he signed his name with a flourish before clicking the writing utensil closed. He handed it back and met her hopeful eyes with his, a genuine smile creeping onto his lips, “I came to support my wife.”

Marinette choked and her knees buckled, causing Adrien to swiftly catch her with an arm around her waist; before, she made it obvious he had thrown a blatant lie at this woman.

“I had no idea you were married.” The woman touched her chest, taken aback.

“I like to keep my personal life private now.” Adrien wasn’t lying about that at least.

“Well, congratulations.” Maria couldn’t hide the disappointment in her tone.

“Thank you,” Adrien nodded before leading Marinette to the seating area.

Marinette reached up and smacked him in the chest, quietly pushing her words past clenched teeth, “We’re not married. How could you hurt her like that? Now, social media and the news are going to blow up that Paris’s Top Model is fucking married!”

Adrien pulled her down by her wrist to sit and gripped her chin to make her eyes meet his, “Are you really upset that I shut down a fan, who was obsessed with me, by saying you owned my heart and soul?”

Marinette growled beneath her breath and sighed. “No,” she pouted.

“Mm-hm,” Adrien let her chin go with a knowing expression. “Besides, let the tabloids talk. I don’t care. They’re going to talk either way.”

“If you had a publicist, they would have a damn field day you pulled that.” Marinette smacked his thigh with her hand, causing him to laugh.

“Good thing I don’t.” Adrien smirked.

“You’re terrible.” Marinette groaned, “Now, they’re going to start talking about me dating an ex-model.”

“Marrying,” Adrien corrected.

“Hm?” Marinette perked up in a high-pitched tone.

“Marrying an ex-model.” He raised his index fingers and shifted his hands back and forth as he spoke, “I said I had married you.”

“Fuck,” Marinette swore beneath her breath.

“Is it really that bad, Marinette?” Adrien tilted his head to the side.

Marinette chewed on her index finger and dropped her hand to her lap with a sigh, “No, but what are we going to do if she blasts it all over social media?”

“Pay it to go away,” Adrien shrugged his shoulders.

“Money can only get you so far,” Marinette rolled her eyes.

“It keeps the media in check,” he shrugged again.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” A woman holding a manila folder and a black leather planner stood in a hallway with a smile.

“Oh, hi.” Marinette stood up and stumbled, causing Adrien to catch her hips and steady her.

“Come on back,” she waved before pausing to stare at Adrien. “Adrien Agreste?”

He stood up and placed his hands in his pockets with a nod. “Yes.”

“I— It’s an honor to meet you. I’ve been a fan of your work since I was little. It’s been a while since we’ve seen you in the modeling circuit. I’m Lydia.” She held her hand out for him, as they walked towards her.

Adrien shook her hand before pointing towards Marinette, “If you are a fan of my work, you should see hers. You’ll never find something better or more unique.”

“Really?” Lydia moved her attention to Marinette.

“She’s been working on her brand since she was a teenager.”

“Younger,” Marinette threw in with a smile.

“She apprenticed under the Gabriel brand until her own brand took off.” Adrien wrapped an arm around her waist again. “I modeled for her brand for a bit.”

“I think I saw that,” she shook her black pen towards him. “Fall 2037?”

“2038,” Marinette corrected with a heavy heart. It was the last time he had modeled for her brand before he had walked away and moved to the cabin.

“Ah, right.” Lydia shook her finger again. “You’re very talented, Ms. Dupain-Cheng.”

“Thank you,” Marinette smiled and gave as short nod.

“Anyway, shall we?” The woman shifted to gesture to the long hallway behind herself.

“Of course,” Marinette nodded, and Adrien placed his hand on her lower back to direct her forward.

“We’re excited to have you,” Lydia began to speak, as they headed to her office.

Each office they passed on the right was surrounded in glass with windows facing outside, while cubicles sat in the center on the left. Each desk and office had someone working within them.

“I’m excited too,” Marinette tossed back, looking at the dark grey carpet, as they continued on.

Lydia stopped at an office with a glass façade and her name on a golden plate beside the door. “Come in.”

She opened the door to her office and held it open for Adrien and Marinette before closing it to sit down at her desk. Her office was modern with a glass desk and a laptop sitting off to the side. A cream cup of rose gold pens sat off to one side and a stack of notebooks lived in front of it.

Adrien pulled out one of the modern black chairs for Marinette and waited for her to sit down to take his own beside her. It had been a while since he had sat in an office like this to discuss fashion with someone.

“I’m sure Mr. Agreste knows how this works, but I’m going to go over it anyway for you both.” She gestured towards them with her pen and opened a notebook to begin going over the show.

Marinette sat quietly beside Adrien, as Lydia explained how the event was going to work. She gave her a folder of guidelines and paperwork to fill out, along with a printed CAD drawing of the venue for her to plan her space and show with.

“Let me know what you need for your runway show, style wise, and how many models you need and what not. You can email me or call me any time.” Lydia smiled.

Marinette’s head felt like it was spinning with all of the information she had been given. It was a lot to take in.

Adrien placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed it through her navy dress. “How long do we have to get the paperwork back to you?”

“It can change up until the day. I only ask you get it back to me a month before the show. If anything changes, obviously email me, but we’ll plan for it all to be solidified a month before fashion week. There are a lot of other designers working with us too, so.” Lydia looked between them. “Does that work?”

“Ye-yes.” Marinette swallowed hard and nodded with a smile, “I can do that.”

“Good. If you don’t have any more questions for me then I will speak with you closer to the date.” Lydia shut her notebook and set her pen down.

“I can’t think of anything. If I do then I’ll email you.” Marinette shifted in her seat.

“Wonderful. It was really nice meeting you both. I’ll see you out.” Lydia stood up and shook their hands before walking over to grab the door for them.

“Thank you so much,” Marinette thanked her with a nod before leaving the office and following her back to the lobby with Adrien beside her.

Once they were back on the street, Marinette took a deep breath. “That was... a lot.”

“I know,” Adrien rubbed her back. “You did good.”

“Thanks, but I felt like I was out of my element a bit.” Marinette tried to comprehend what had happened.

“I understand,” Adrien sighed. “You’re going to do amazing though.”

“I sure hope so.” Marinette tried to believe him.

***

Adrien tossed his suitcase onto their hotel bed and began to unzip it, while Marinette was getting ready in the ensuite bathroom for the exclusive dungeon. Going through everything he brought, he pulled out a black button-down shirt, a pair of onyx-hued dress pants, and a matching suit coat. Unzipping another compartment, he pulled out a black leather tie that had a steel eye-and-eye swivel at the top, allowing it to spin around.

Slipping out of his jeans and t-shirt, he stepped into his dress pants and left them undone to pick up his button-down. He put on his shirt, buttoning all of the buttons in order to slip the collar of the tie beneath the collar of his shirt. Flipping the collar down over the leather tie, he grabbed steel cufflinks from his bag to fasten into the cuffs of his silk shirt. Tucking in his black button-down, he thought about what Marinette was going to wear to the exclusive place. She hadn’t even asked him why he knew about it, or if he had been there before.

It was a place you had to put your name on a list and have enough money in order to qualify to be there. A-list celebrities, tycoons, entrepreneurs, and the wealthy were pushed to the top of the list. An NDA had to be signed before entering, which she had signed without much thought.

He shrugged on his black suitcoat and walked over to a mirror on one of the walls to comb his golden hair up into a neat bun, using gel to make sure it looked nicer than normal. Before Marinette had stolen the bathroom, he had trimmed his beard once more to make sure it looked good enough and had styled it. Looking in the mirror, he thought about shaving it, but Marinette seemed to like him the way he was.

“Is this, okay?” Marinette’s voice made him turn on his heel to see her standing outside of the bathroom with her arms out in a short black leather dress with an ink-black, lace, mask over her eyes and a pair of matching cat ears in her long dark hair. A pair of strappy black, stiletto, heels sat on her feet.

“Are you going to trip in those?” Adrien nodded towards her six-inch heels.

She pouted and sighed, turning on her toes back towards the bathroom and coming back out in shorter kitten heels. “Better, Sir?” She teased.

A corner of his lips curled up and he nodded once, “Better, princess.”

“I was looking to see if I had a choker or something to make into a make-shift cat collar, but I don’t have anything.” Marinette sighed, going through a pink jewelry bag.

“Mm,” Adrien took a hand from his pocket and shook an index finger through the air. “I got you.”

“What?” Marinette raised her head in disbelief.

“Yep,” Adrien softly laughed and sauntered over to his luggage on the bed and went through the zipped compartment he had pulled his tie from. “It’s in here.”

She watched him pull out a black leather play collar with a small, golden, ornate bell on it. He unbuckled it, letting the metallic sound of the hardware ring out through the bedroom.

He gestured with his finger to the spot on the floor in front of him, and she walked over with swaying hips to kneel before him. Adrien took in her perfect posture and the way her hands sat on her thighs before walking behind her and slipping the collar against the front of her neck.

She waited patiently, as he fastened it behind her neck and slipped two fingers between the leather and her sensitive skin. “Good?”

“Yes, Sir.” Marinette swallowed hard, unable to stop herself from thinking about her gifting him her submission and mind, body, and soul in the form of a collaring ceremony. She wanted to be loved, cherished, and owned, by him. She craved to give herself to him in all ways possible, but it was too soon. What if he didn’t want the same? “Thank you.”

He warmly smiled and ran his fingers along her collar, as he came back to the front of her. “Of course.”

Crouching down in front of her, he slipped his fingers beneath the front of her collar, suddenly yanked her close, and brought his lips close to hers. His warm breath feathered against her soft lips, as he peered through his long lashes with a serious expression, “You look gorgeous in my collar, bugaboo.”

A shiver ran down her spine and she throbbed between her thighs. “Merci, Sir.”

“There are a few rules we need to go over.” He let go of her collar and stood up, holding his hand out for her to stand.

“Okay,” Marinette nodded. “Tell me.”

“The dungeon is a high protocol situation, meaning you need to be on your best behavior. Unless specified, greet everyone with a submissive handshake.” Adrien searched her gaze. “Remember how to do that?”

Marinette raised her right hand and flipped it palm up. “This, right?”

“Yes,” he smiled. “And if the submissive you’re greeting takes that position because she’s been one longer, you...”

“Let her have that position instead,” Marinette answered with ease.

“Good girl. When we walk, I want you to walk behind me. Unless... I specify to stand beside me with this gesture.” He raised his right hand slightly and pointed to the spot beside himself.

“Okay,” she nodded.

“There might be a moment where I ask you to bow in greeting, in which case you never kiss their boot. The only boot you are permitted to kiss and show respect to in that manner is mine, understood?” Adrien’s expression became stern and the atmosphere around them thickened.

She swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip for a moment before letting it go, “Understood.”

“Good.” Adrien touched her chin and leaned down to brush his lips against hers. “Any questions?”

“Are we doing the five finger safeword system?” Marinette figured if they couldn’t hear for whatever reason, it was the best route to take.

“Good thinking,” Adrien smiled and kissed her once more before letting her chin go.

“Am I expected to serve other Doms?” Marinette needed to know what to expect.

“You are to only serve me, but you must wait with the other submissives to serve yourself until all of the Dominants have been attended to,” Adrien instructed.

“Are we doing a scene?” Marinette swallowed hard, thinking about being watched by others.

“Do you want to?” Adrien put the ball into her court.

“I think I want to watch others play before I decide.” Marinette chewed on her bottom lip.

“Sounds good. Even if we did a scene, it could be something as simple as a flogger. It doesn’t have to be public fucking.” He shrugged, watching her shoulders drop.

“I’d be okay with that,” Marinette warmly smiled, feeling slightly excited about it.

“Then we’ll go with that if we decide to,” Adrien brushed her dark hair behind her ear with a kind expression. “I really appreciate you, Marinette.”

She blushed, “I appreciate you too.”

He stepped away to grab a black leather mask from his suitcase and slipped it over his eyes, tying the satin ribbons at the back of his head. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Marinette sighed, pulling the hem of her short mini-dress down her thighs.

***

Master Noir and Marinette walked up to the exclusive dungeon, taking in the luxury home with iron gates and ivy vines crawling up the sides of cream columns. The house behind the gate and down a bricked road was similar in size to the Agreste mansion, causing Marinette to compare the two. While both were vastly different, the gate and size of home took her back to the times when she had tried to come over. Some attempts had been successful, while others had not.

“When was the last time, you came here?” Marinette watched him set the motorcycle helmets on the black bike’s seat and pass the valet his rental key.

“A few years ago, I received a letter inviting me here.” Master Noir fixed his mask over his eyes, watching her shift down her short dress again.

“Did you play with anyone?” Marinette became more curious now.

“No. I felt the room and took in some scenes. Actually, I might have done a scene to showcase Shibari.” Master Noir tried to remember what he had done back then. It had been so long ago and since then, he had done a few scenes with, not only Marinette, but others as well. Becoming a Dominant had brought him control in a life where he felt as though he had lost it. It was like coming home and finding a part of himself that had been stolen from him.

“Who owns the place?” Marinette became curious about the dungeon.

“No one I know personally. I just know they only let certain people in and they vet them all.” Master Noir led her towards the front door and gave their names to be let in.

The house was glorious inside with its marble columns and modern furniture. Glass fake plants sat in tall vases and people dressed in black lingerie and matching masks walked around with trays of hors d’oeurves and water. Each server could have been a model with how toned and sculpted they looked. Marinette felt less than average amongst them all, and she fell slightly back behind Master Noir with her shoulders slumped.

Master Noir stopped in his tracks and held his hand out for her, letting his headspace down a bit to meet her, but she didn’t move. He turned around to peer at her, taking in her saddened expression behind her lace mask.

Merde, he thought before walking towards her and taking her hand to pull her against his side. He brought his lips to her ear and spoke for only her to hear, “You’re the most gorgeous person in here, Marinette.  You’re like a rose amongst dandelions. No one else matters to me in this dungeon but you, princess. Understand?”

Marinette nodded, “I understand, Sir.”

“Good. Are you okay?” Master Noir waited for her to answer.

“I’m okay,” she nodded again. “I just feel like they all look better than me.”

“They don’t. Not to me. Focus on me, bugaboo.” Master Noir reminded her to only please him and to not give them any attention because in the end, it’s just him and her.

“Okay.” Marinette felt him let go of her hand, and she went back to walking slightly behind him.

They walked past rooms of people doing scenes. One held a person tied to a spanking bench, being worked on by a paddle chased by soft bunny fur. Another room held fire play with flames licking someone’s back before being put out with a wet towel directly afterwards. The further through the house they walked, the more she saw, from pony play to vacuum beds. Everything was different, and she found all of it fascinating to see.

Master Noir greeted each person he came across and a few of them he gestured for her to bow to them. Marinette had slowly fallen to her knees with her hands on her thighs, before she had slowly moved down to the floor to place her forehead on the instep of their right boot or heel. Each one she met seemed to know him well within the community, and she wondered how far his reputation went. It felt like it had grown in the last five years since she had last seen him. Maybe it was due to the fact he could be himself behind the mask, feeling like he can hide behind it despite it not hiding much. Maybe it was due to him having control over his seemingly chaotic life. Either way, Marinette could tell he had made a home for himself.

Once they reached a white leather couch, Marinette sat on the floor in front of him. She peered up at him with a kind smile, “I’m proud of you, Master.”

Master Noir looked at her confused. “Why?”

“Because you’ve truly made a family within the community,” Marinette searched his surprised expression. “Everyone loves and respects you here. Not to mention the dungeon back where you live. You’ve found people who care.”

Master Noir’s shocked expression slowly softened, “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m right.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

He slipped two fingers beneath her collar and watched her gasp and bring her tongue back into her mouth. “Behave.”

She giggled, and he yanked her closer. Leaning down, with a forearm rested on his thigh, he brushed his lips against hers in a loving kiss.

She moaned and parted her lips, letting him deepen it by running his tongue along hers. Another mewl left her lips, as he sucked on her tongue and raked his teeth along it before biting her bottom lip and letting it go.

He pulled away to speak against her lips in a low tone, “Want to do a scene for people?”

Marinette nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“Crawl for me.” Master Noir’s fingers slipped from her collar, and he stood up and watched her drop to her hands and knees.

As he walked towards a room with a St. Andrew’s Cross, he paid attention to make sure she was following him the whole way there. Her hips swayed with each shift of her hands and knees against the hard flooring until they reached the St. Andrew’s Cross.

“Stand,” he instructed, watching her slowly stand up.

He set the black backpack down onto the floor and eased his suitcoat from his shoulders. He watched her stand up straight for him with perfect posture, as he undid his cufflinks and pocketed them. Slowly, he rolled up each sleeve and crouched down to grab a pair of leather wrist restraints and a pair of ankle ones. He shoved the handles of two black and neon green leather floggers into a back pocket before standing back up.

“Walk over to the cross for me.” Master Noir watched her saunter over to it and face it. He stepped closer and stood beside her for a moment. “Show me you need more.” She held up her hand and gave him two fingers. “Good girl. Show me it’s perfect, don’t stop.” She held up three fingers. “Show me it’s getting to be too much.” She held up four fingers. “Show me too much, we need to stop.” She held up five fingers and flashed them. “Beautiful. Ready?”

She nodded, and he slowly ran a hand down her arm to her wrist, lifting it up to brush his lips against the back of her hand.

She closed her eyes and he glanced into her gaze, “Keep your eyes on me.”

Opening her eyes, she watched him slip one of the leather wrist restraints around her right wrist before quickly fastening it and making her gasp. He slipped two fingers beneath the restraint to make sure it wasn’t too tight. “Show me.”

Marinette shifted her hand into different shapes and gestures, “It’s good, Sir.”

“If your hand goes numb or something feels wrong, use a safeword.” Master Noir raised her hand to clip the chain attached to the restraint to a mounting point at the top of one board making up the ‘X’.

“Yes, Sir,” Marinette agreed.

He ran his hand down her other arm to her wrist, teasing her sensitive skin with the restraint before fastening it and checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight again. Once she had showed him, she was fine, he attached that one to the second board making up the black ‘X’.

Master Noir came up behind her and slipped his black leather boot between her heels and suddenly shoved her legs apart. Her breath hitched, and he trailed his fingertips and kisses down her body until he crouched behind her. His soft lips and tongue teased down her inner thigh, knee, and calf as he wrapped an ankle restraint around one of her ankles and fastened it. He slipped two fingers between the leather and her skin to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

“Is that okay?” He peered up at her with his forest-green eyes and caught her heart on fire.

She lowered her lashes behind the lace mask and nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He smirked and attached it to another mounting point at the base of the ‘X’ before doing the same with her other one until Marinette was spread out for him. “Gorgeous,” he purred, as he backed up to take her in.

He watched how her leather dress stretched against her curves and thighs from how she was positioned. He pulled the two floggers from his back pocket and began to swing them with the rotation of his wrists.

He began to swing them, gently thwacking them against her back and shoulders. She softly mewled, as the soft leather thwipped against her shoulders and back. She forgot how much she loved the feel of it on her skin and back.

She held up two fingers, causing him to smirk and hit them harder against her back until it slightly stung. She moaned louder and gripped her hands in and out of fists, as heat pooled between her thighs and her nipples hardened.

The more he flogged her, the deeper she fell beneath his spell as she got used to the pattern he was creating. The room fell away until all she could feel was the leather of his floggers and all she could hear was the gentle thwip of the leather strands. He pocketed one and ran his hand along the throngs of a flogger to let it go in a stinging smack against her shoulders.

She gasped and bit back a moan, holding up three fingers. He smirked and continued to do the same action, working her up with each whip of the flogger before walking closer to gently trail the long throngs up her warm skin.

A shiver ran through her, as she sank against the St. Andrew’s Cross. His soft hands ran through the red marks on her skin, as he eased them. Another moan passed her lips and he gripped her chin to turn her face to the side, brushing his against hers in a loving kiss.

“I want you,” Marinette whispered loud enough for him to hear.

“I would fuck you right here on my cross, but it would break the rules. This is as close as we can get.” Master Noir gave her one last lingering kiss before backing up and beginning to work her up again with his floggers.

She sank beneath the waves of the addicting sensation of his floggers on her skin. The pattern of sudden stings, soothing drags, and gentle whacks took her to another place where nothing existed but them until he brought her back by gently kissing her shoulder up to her neck.

“Did you enjoy that?” His voice was a warm hum against her ear in a vast sea beneath a night sky.

Marinette nodded, feeling the restraints slowly fade from her ankles and wrists followed by his soft lips and rubbing fingertips. “I don’t want to stop.”

He softly laughed, “I have one of these back home. I’ll fuck you from behind with you tied to it there.”

She squeaked at his words and whined because she craved it so badly in that moment, but he was right.

Master Noir put his restraints back into the backpack and pulled out her pink throw blanket. He wrapped it around her and slipped his suitcoat back on, before shoving the backpack onto a shoulder, “Let’s get you some water.”

“Okay,” Marinette followed him to the area of the house where they were serving drinks.

“Two bottles of water, please?” Master Noir ordered from a man in impossibly short black PVC shorts and a matching black mask. Bands of black leather were wrapped around his biceps and a matching chest harness decorated his pecs and upper back.

The man set two cold bottles of water onto the marble bar and Master Noir paid him before taking them in one hand. “Thanks.”

The man grunted with a nod, and Master Noir led her over to sit on a couch. Rather than having her sit on the floor, he pulled her onto his lap. She swallowed hard, as he undid one of the waters and held it for her.

“Drink,” he commanded in a stern, yet endearing tone.

She brought her full lips to the water bottle and he tipped it for her, watching her drink more than he thought she would. She blushed, realizing she was thirstier than she had thought she was.

Once she stopped with a “Mm.” He tilted it back down and closed it to open and drink his own.

“You okay?” Marinette checked in on him.

“Mm-hm,” Master Noir nodded, taking in the other play partners of others walking around in various gear and states of dress.

“You ready to head back to the hotel?” Marinette searched his gaze.

“Are you?” Master Noir locked his gaze with hers.

She nodded, “I’m tired.”

“Okay. Let’s go.” Master Noir closed his water and set her aside on the couch to stand up and shove the waters into his backpack.

He lifted her from the couch in her blanket, causing her to squeak and giggle.

“You don’t need to carry me,” she rolled her eyes.

“I know. I want to.” Master Noir kissed her, carrying her out of the room and back to the valet to pick up his rental bike.

Songs I wrote to:

Moon by Austin Giorgio

Drive You Insane by Daniel Di Angelo

Chapter Text

Adrien placed down a board on the stairs of his cabin before starting to drive a screw down with his hand drill. He continued to work until his phone went off with a text in his pocket. Setting his drill on the step above him, he pulled his phone from his back pocket and sat on the one below the one he was working on.

Swiping his thumb across the smooth screen, he saw it was his friend and owner of The Dark Rose, Plagg. ‘You coming in tonight?’

Adrien hadn’t been planning on coming in that night, but maybe he could see if Marinette wanted to get a tour of it. She hadn’t seen much of anything last time she had been there.

Relaxing further on the stairs, he texted Plagg back, ‘Why? Do you need me to run an errand or demonstrate something?’

His reply flew in quick, ‘Nah, nah. I just wanted to know if you were going to be there, kid.’

‘Somehow I feel like you want me to come in for some reason, but you’re not saying it.’ Adrien rolled his eyes and hit send.

‘Well, we are low on water bottles and I have a new Dominant starting up tonight.’ Plagg’s text came in, and after Adrien read it, he snorted.

“Of course,” he shook his head, speaking beneath his breath before typing a reply. ‘I’ll grab you a case of water and meet the new Dom.’

‘Thanks, kid. How are you doing?’ Adrien wasn’t’ surprised that Plagg was checking up on him. He had been the person to take him in and help him when he had first moved to New York.

‘Better. Marinette came out.’ Adrien had told Plagg about Marinette for the last few years. Hell, he had told Plagg almost everything about his life. He trusted the man with his life.

‘No shit. Bring her with. I wanna meet her.’ Plagg’s message was faster than Adrien expected.

He sighed and replied back to him before putting his phone away, ‘I’ll ask her. Listen, I have to go, but I’ll bring you the water tonight.’

His phone buzzed one last time, and he assumed it was a thank you from Plagg. Right as he drove another screw into the board in front of him, the screen door creaked open and revealed Marinette holding two glasses of iced tea.

“Thought you could use a drink,” Marinette kneeled onto the front porch and set the glass down near him.

He finished driving the new screw into place before falling back on his ass to pick up the iced tea and take a sip of it. The chilled drink felt amazing after working on the stairs as long as he had.

“Merci, princess.” Adrien set the glass down and shifted to grab another long screw from his toolbelt and his drill to drive another one into the step.

“You’re welcome. Do you need any help?” Marinette settled onto the porch with her legs crisscrossed and sipped her tea.

“I think I’m okay. I do need to talk to you about something.” Adrien wiped away some sawdust from around the screws.

“Ok. Shoot.” Marinette took another long sip of her iced tea.

He played with his drill in his hands and sat back on the step with one knee drawn up. Resting his forearm on his raised knee with the drill in his hand, he ran his other one through his long golden hair. “When I moved here, I was looking for a place to relax and let go. So, I looked around online and found out about the Dark Rose.”

“Right,” Marinette nodded and tapped an index finger along the glass.

“I went there and met the owner. We became quick friends and became closer. Anyway, sometimes he texts me to do favors for his place.”

She raised her eyebrows, wondering what kind of favors he did for him.

Adrien choked on a laugh, “Not like that, Marinette.”

“Oh,” she blushed and looked away.

He touched her chin and brought her gaze back to him, “Errands. Like tonight he wants me to bring by a case of water or two because they’re low. He also said some new Dom started tonight, but he also... wants to meet you.”

She perked up and waved him away. “No big deal. I’d gladly meet him. What’s his name?”

“Plagg,” Adrien answered with ease.

“What time?” Marinette smiled.

“Tonight, after we run by a store to grab a couple cases of water.” Adrien shrugged his shoulders.

Marinette looked up at the setting sun. “So, when you’re at a stopping point, we should go?”

Adrien followed her gaze and looked back at her, “Sounds good. I’m at one after driving one more screw down.”

“Ok,” Marinette gave him a warm expression.

“Do you want to help?” Adrien held the drill up and hit the trigger a few times to rev it with a smirk.

She burst out into a short giggle and set her glass down to stand up and walk down to his level. “Show me.”

Adrien pat the step beside him and she kneeled down onto it. He passed her the drill, and she took it with an unsure expression. Reaching over, he placed the screw onto the drill bit and placed his hand over hers.

“Put the screw here.” He brought the drill down with her to press straight down into the right side of the board.

“Okay. Now what?” She peered over at him through her dark hair.

He smirked and nodded towards the drill. “Keep your eyes on what you’re doing. You want it to go straight down, not crooked. We don’t want the wood to split.”

“O-okay.” Marinette swallowed hard.

He used his finger to move hers onto the trigger. “Ready?”

Marinette nodded, ignoring the way his closeness made heat pool between her thighs and her nipples harden and press against her bra. “Yes.”

Adrien slowly pressed his finger against hers and the drill came to life. She squeaked and giggled, as Adrien helped drive the screw into the wood until it was good.

“That’s it.” Adrien’s voice was low against her ear, and he pulled the drill away from the screw with her. “Then we brush or blow away the sawdust.”

He watched her blow it away before he brushed the rest away with his hand. “You did good.”

“You helped.” Marinette rolled her eyes at his praise for something he helped her do.

“Want to do another by yourself?” Adrien pulled another screw from his toolbelt and held it out for her to take.

“I thought we were at a good stopping point?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.

“I have one more step to do and the stairs are fixed.” Adrien shrugged his shoulders.

“Do we have time?” Marinette bit her bottom lip.

“With both of us working on it, it’ll take no time.” Adrien watched her pluck the screw from his fingertips.

“Okay.” Marinette moved off the step and watched him do the same.

Adrien adjusted the loose board and looked at her, “Place the screw on the bit.”

Marinette lined it up perfectly and it magnetically attached itself to the end.

“Good job. Now. I need a screw here.” He pointed to a drawn circle on the board.

She nodded and shifted closer to place the screw in the center of the circle.

“Remember to drive it down straight.” Adrien reminded her and nodded. “Go ahead.”

Marinette took a deep breath and shifted to pull the trigger and slightly jumped as it came to life and drove the screw down.

She pulled the drill away and Adrien looked over her work. He blew away the sawdust and brushed it away with his fingers.

“It looks good. I need another here.” He pointed to the circle below it.

Marinette followed his instructions, driving screws into each place he requested until it was done.

“Is it okay?” Marinette looked over her work.

“It looks great.” Adrien softly smiled. “Ready to shower and go to the store?”

“Sure.” Marinette stood up and passed him his drill before wiping her hands on her jeans.

“Let’s go.” He put his hand drill on his toolbelt and wiped his hands on his dark jeans. Bending down to pick up his glass of iced tea, he followed her back inside his cabin.

***

Marinette followed Adrien into his bedroom, watching him unclip his toolbelt and drop it onto the dresser. Reaching over his shoulder, he grabbed his black tee and yanked it up and over his back with ease. His back muscles and upper arm flexed with the movement, causing her mouth to run dry. She wondered if he knew just how attractive he was, especially after watching him build a set of stairs.

He ran a hand through his golden hair, as he stepped into his bathroom to turn on the shower for them.

“Am I… I’ll go to the guest bathroom.” Marinette blushed, gesturing over her shoulder, as she was about to leave.

“You can join me if you want,” Adrien tossed his black shirt into a hamper.

“A-are you sure? You don’t mind?” Marinette took a few steps closer.

A corner of his lips curled up and the corners of his eyes wrinkled. The genuine smile on his face caught her attention and set her heart on fire once more. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mind. I’d love to take a shower with you, Marinette.”

She nodded and took a few more steps, watching him undo his belt and jeans. He leaned against the sink and untied each boot, removing them and his socks and tossing them aside.

Looking her over, he took in her pink tank top and dark jeans. “Need help?”

“No, I got it.” Marinette ran her hands along the hem of her shirt and brought it up and over her head. She tossed it towards his hamper, leaving her in a black bra.

She undid her jeans and shoved them down, stepping out of her tennis shoes, socks, and pants. She kicked them off to the side, leaving her in a pair of red cheeky underwear.

She went to try and reach behind herself to undo her bra, when Adrien raised a hand and curled his index and middle fingers for her to come closer. Giving in, she relaxed her arms at her sides and stepped towards him.

He raised a hand and spun his index finger for her to turn for him. Once she turned her back, to face away from him, she brushed her long hair over a shoulder. He took two seconds to pinch and release the clasps of her bra, shocking her at how fast it was.

“Jesus, you’re good at that.” Marinette swallowed hard, as the straps slid down her upper arms.

“Years of practice,” Adrien winked at her, recognizing the black bra she was wearing.

Marinette removed her bra and tossed it into the pile. “So… when do I get my prince?”

Adrien shoved his jeans down and kicked them towards the hamper, leaving him in tight black boxers. “When we have more time.”

“Tonight?” Marinette bit her bottom lip, glancing up and down his body.

He smirked and stepped towards her, keeping his gaze on hers and ignoring her breasts. His hands lingered on her hips, and he pulled her against himself. “After we get back from The Dark Rose?”

“Yes?” Marinette’s voice peaked up.

“Okay.” Adrien nodded and ran his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear.

She placed her hands over his and pushed them down, until her underwear fell down her thighs to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she kicked them off to the side.

“Promise?” Marinette ran her hands up his forearms, biceps, and along his shoulders to reach up on her toes and wrap her arms around his neck.

“I promise, love bug.” Adrien sighed against her lips before she brushed hers against his in a loving kiss.

“I’ll hold you to it.” She slipped her arms from around his neck and pat him on the chest before swaying her hips on the way to the steamy shower.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Adrien whispered beneath his breath.

“What’s that?” Marinette glanced over her shoulder at him with a coy expression and her hair in her hands before stepping into the shower.

“Nothing, princess.” Adrien watched her step into the shower and shut the fogged glass door.

“Mm-hm,” she gave him attitude, as he watched her silhouette and focused on the change in the water’s melody as she wet her hair.

Adrien shook his head and removed his boxers before climbing into the shower with her. His gaze locked on the way the hot water cascaded down her body, licking at her breasts and down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. She looked gorgeous with the water raining down over her hair and her head back, as she ran her hands through her dark hair.

It had been ages since they had shared the shower together, and he couldn’t help his body’s reaction to seeing her. “God, you’re more gorgeous than I remember.”

“Is that all you see?” Marinette teased him, running her hands down her hair and gripping it over one shoulder.

“No.” He stepped closer, pinning her against the wall of the shower with his knee between her thighs and the warm water beating down on his back. Gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he raised her gaze up to his and tilted her head to the side. He placed a gentle kiss along her pulse point and turned her head to kiss her other one before bringing her gaze forward and to his. “I see a talented woman who has grown up to be strong, loving, caring, and exceptionally motivated. I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

She sighed and touched his wrist to take his fingers from her chin. She held his hand between hers and looked him in the eye, “You were not stupid. You were hurting. You did what was right for you. Don’t ever feel like you were dumb or that it wasn’t okay. You did good. Look what you’ve built, Adrien.”

“I know, but still. I could have done all of this with you in it.” He sighed and searched her gaze.

Marinette shook her head, “You needed time to breathe and be alone. As much as I wish I had been here for you? I think you did better without me.”

“Don’t say that.” Adrien pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “Never say that to me. You have done so much to help me. My whole life, Mari. My whole life you never once gave up on me. And even while we were apart, your voice, your words, and you in general kept me going and learning.” He pulled away and tapped his temple with his fingers, “I kept every word of advice you gave me up here. When my nights got tough, it was your words that kept me going. Even when—” His voice died when he thought about the night Nino had found him in rough shape. “Well, never mind. We should focus on showering and then head to the store.”

“Wait, what were you going to say?” Marinette cocked her head to the side.

He brought her hand up to kiss along her knuckles, “In time. I’ll tell you everything in time.”

Marinette nodded, “Okay.”

***

Marinette sat in his car beside him, while he drove towards the grocery store. She had never been to the grocery store out there. “How often do you go into town for groceries?”

“Once a week, probably.” Adrien shrugged his shoulders and turned left into the small parking lot of a mom-and-pop grocery store. “If I want a main one then I have to drive an hour out.”

“Do you do that?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.

“Not usually.” Adrien softly laughed and parked into a parking spot.

He hit the stop button and undid his seatbelt. “I’m just grabbing cases of water, but if there is anything else you want, grab it.”

“Okay.” Marinette nodded and climbed out of his car with him.

He clicked his key fob to lock his car and held his hand out for her. She hurried up and grabbed his hand, following him over to grab a shopping cart. As he pushed the cart towards the automatic doors, she followed behind him.

The doors took longer to open, causing them to almost crash into them. Marinette burst out in a giggle, as he laughed and rolled his eyes. The doors slid open with a textured melody, and they entered the low-lit store.

Adrien guided the cart past the aisles until they reached the one with water. Marinette dodged a few people and apologized, as she clumsily followed. He took the cart down that aisle and stopped in front of his favorite brand to lift a case of it into the cart.

Marinette looked over the sparkling water and other various drinks in the aisle, while Adrien loaded up the water. He wiped his hands on his black leather pants and looked over at her. “Want anything?”

She shook her head, “I can’t think of anything. I was just looking at all the options.”

“Sparkling water is good.” He gestured towards the flavored ones. “I get those sometimes.”

“Want some?” Marinette looked back at the shelves of them.

“Pick out three.” Adrien watched her look them over before she made her choices and placed them into the cart, one at a time. “Those look good.”

“I hope so.” Marinette giggled and followed him out of the aisle.

“Anything else? Snacks? Candy? Cookies? Juice? Tea? Soda? Coffee?” Adrien ran through random things.

“Candy?” Marinette perked up at it.

He softly laughed. “You didn’t change much.”

“So… off to candy?” Marinette bounced in her spot.

“Off to candy,” Adrien led her towards the candy aisle.

They ran through the aisle of candy, taking in local types to known brands. Marinette grabbed some chocolate bars and some gummies, while Adrien tossed in a few others. Once they were done, they made their way to the registers to pay for it all.

“Do you miss riding your bike when you take your car?” Marinette walked beside him to his car.

“Sometimes. Although, it would be impossible to put cases of water on it.” Adrien unlocked his car and popped the trunk open.

Marinette put the cases of sparkling water into the trunk, while he loaded up the big cases of bottled water. Adrien grabbed the bag of candies and put it into the backseat before pushing the cart to the cart return.

She climbed into the passenger seat and looked around his car. She took in a business card that was sitting in the center console and picked it up to look over his father’s name. It was one of the cards his father’s assistant would hand out on occasion, but it was bent and slightly faded from years of being tossed there. Putting it back, she took note of loose change, hair ties, and a charge cord.

His car was mostly pristine aside from a few casualties on the floor from him drinking soda while driving. She kicked a can aside with her ballet flat, as he opened the driver’s side door and sat down.

“You alright?” He peered over at her after closing his door.

“Mm-hm. Are you?” Marinette smiled at him, watching him fasten his seatbelt and push the start button.

“I’m fine.” Adrien smiled back. “A little nervous about you meeting Plagg, but fine.”

“It’s going to be alright.” Marinette grabbed his hand and squeezed it before letting go to let him drive towards the dungeon.

***

Adrien popped his trunk open and texted Plagg they were parked outside. The front door to The Dark Rose opened and revealed a man with gorgeous brown skin and light green eyes. His black hair was long around his shoulders, and he wore tight, black, leather pants and a black leather jacket with a mesh shirt beneath it. His ears were pierced with small gold loops and his left eyebrow was done too. Marinette’s gaze ran over him, as he walked down the stairs and towards them to help Adrien with the water.

“Not wearing a mask tonight?” Plagg was surprised to see Adrien without one on.

“Shit,” Adrien cursed beneath his breath and set the waters down to grab his mask from the center console. He slipped it on, transforming into Master Noir.

Plagg shook his head and laughed, causing the deep tone to pierce Marinette in the chest. He grabbed the second case of water and hoisted it onto a shoulder. “You’d forget your name if I didn’t remind you.”

“Shut up,” Adrien rolled his eyes and picked up the other case again.

Marinette shut his trunk, and he locked his car before heading inside behind Plagg.

Plagg led them through the front area and into the back where Marinette was met with an open play space where tons of BDSM furniture lived with some people using them. Her lips parted upon watching everyone partake in their darkest desires, wanting to linger and watch.

“This way,” Plagg ushered them into another room where a kitchen was. He opened the massive industrial fridge and set the waters on the floor before pulling out a pocket knife to slice the packaging open. “Help me gather some.”

Marinette shook herself out of her thoughts and hurried over to grab some, while Master Noir set the other case down beside that one. He also grabbed a few bottles and followed Plagg out to the sitting area to fill the small fridge.

Once they were done, Plagg tapped his right foot on the ground and Marinette hurried to kneel and place her hands on her thighs. She ran her hands down them to the floor and bent her elbows to press her forehead to the instep of his boot. He raised his toe and she slowly sat back on her heels for him.

“Plagg, this is Ladybug. Ladybug, this is Plagg.” Adrien introduced them and gestured for her to stand.

Marinette stood up and smiled, “Nice to meet you, Plagg.”

“Likewise, sugar.” Plagg smiled for her. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Hopefully it was good.” Marinette blushed with a giggle.

“It was.” Plagg crossed his arms over his chest. “I appreciate the water, kid.”

“You’re welcome,” Master Noir shrugged.

“Anyway, want to meet the new Dom?” Plagg gestured over his shoulder back towards the door that led to the massive play space.

“Sure,” he nodded, and Marinette followed without question.

The massive play space drew her attention more, as she scanned the room only to land on a tall man with dark hair and teal tips. His long hair was pulled back in a small bun at the top of his head with half of it hanging down past his shoulders. The sides of his head were shaved close and tattoos were running along them in abstract shapes. His arms were covered in full sleeve tattoos and some crawled up his neck in the form of bones. A music note with a viper sat over his pulse point and took up half of his neck.

His tattoos disappeared beneath his black band tee, and she tried to not imagine what he would look like without his shirt. She was with Adrien for God’s sake.

Shaking off her feelings, Adrien leaned over to speak against her ear, “See something you like?”

“Shush,” she smacked him on the arm, causing him to laugh.

“You’re transparent, you know that?” Adrien kissed her cheek, causing her to pout.

“Luka!” Plagg called out and the man with teal tips turned in their direction, as he ran his hand along a riding crop.

“Yeah?” He set the toy down and sauntered towards them in his ripped black jeans and combat boots.

Marinette took in his gauged ears and septum piercing. God, he was hot in her eyes. Shaking it off, Adrien took note of her interest. A part of him felt jealous over the way she was fawning over the other Dom, but there was another side of him that wanted to watch her wiggle beneath his crop while he watched, or Dommed her with him.

Master Noir crossed his arms over his chest and widened his stance. “Kneel.”

Marinette slowly sank to her knees and rested her hands on her thighs before giving Luka the same curtesy as Plagg with perfection. Master Noir was more than proud of the way she was showing respect for them.

Luka raised his toe and she sat back before standing again behind Master Noir.

“I’m Luka. And you are?” He held his hand out for Master Noir.

“Master Noir,” he shook his hand. “And this is my submissive, Ladybug.”

“Ladybug,” Luka kindly smiled, saying her name as if it was something sinful on his tongue. “That’s a cute name.”

“Thanks,” Marinette blushed.

“How did you come up with it?” Luka became curious.

“It was just something I liked. Well, my friend chose it.” Marinette thought about Tikki and how she helped her troubleshoot a name. Then Alya had agreed it was perfect for her for one reason or the other. It kind of just stuck the moment it fell out of Tikki’s mouth. It didn’t matter.

“That’s cool.” Luka placed his hands in his pockets.

“Do you go by anything other than Luka?” Marinette became curious if he also had a different name he went by like Adrien.

“Master Viperion,” Luka replied with ease and a shrug. “But you don’t need to call me that.” Her gaze raised to his tattoo on his neck, and he took notice. “Partially due to the tattoo, but mostly due to the way I play.”

“Oh,” Marinette bit back her words and shifted beside Adrien.

“Do you have a real name, Noir?” Luka gestured towards him.

“I don’t use it in here.” Master Noir cleared his throat.

“He prefers to stick to his Dom name.” Plagg shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s alright.” Luka gave him a smile and fidgeted with one of his black gauges. Black rings sat on some of his fingers, and one was in the shape of a snake. Guitar strings ran around his right wrist as bracelets.

“Do you play?” Marinette gestured towards the guitar strings.

Luka brought his hand down and shifted them around his thin wrist. “I do. I used to be in a band.”

“That’s so cool! I used to do art for album covers for a rock band when I was younger.” Marinette became interested in his life.

“My dad was a big deal.” Luka lowered his dark lashes at her, and Master Noir changed the subject.

“Anyway, I’ve been here a while now. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me. I’m usually around most nights.” He watched Luka’s expression shift into something more casual, as he peered over at him instead.

“Sounds good, man.” Luka held out his fist to fist-bump him.

Master Noir punched his fist against the other man’s before taking Marinette away. She peered at him the moment they walked down a hallway to where private rooms were.

“What was that?” She whispered at him with irritation coloring her tone.

“He was hitting on what was mine,” he argued back in a darkened tone.

“And he can flirt all he wants, but he’s not going to get me.” Marinette shoved Master Noir in the shoulder, as moans filled the air around them.

“Do you want to play with him?” Master Noir stopped in his tracks and watched her spin around the face him.

“I want to play with you.”

“If I got him to join in on a scene, would you want that?” He rephrased his question to be more direct.

Marinette took a deep breath and thought for a moment. “Maybe.”

“So, hypothetically, if he agreed to double Dom you with me… you’d be down?” He searched her gaze.

“Is this a trick question? Am I going to be punished for saying what I think?” Marinette crossed her arms over her chest.

“No. Never. There is no consequence for this answer.” Master Noir relaxed.

“I would be down to play, if you both were truly comfortable with it.” Marinette answered with ease before grabbing his shirt and yanking him down to her level. “But, know that even though I would be following his orders, my heart and soul only belongs to you. My submission belongs to you, Adrien Agreste, not his.”

A shiver ran through him at his full name on her lips in a taboo space where he never let it slip. A secret thrill ran through him at something so forbidden, and his cock hardened in his leather pants.

He grabbed her hip and suddenly shoved her against the wall, causing the erotic paintings to tremble. His gaze dropped to her lips, as he brought his close to hers. “Say that again, I liked it.”

Marinette moaned, lowering her lashes and repeating in a sultry tone, “My submission belongs to you, Adrien Agreste, not Luka’s.”

A growl emanated from his chest, as he rested his forearm against the wall above her head and gripped her chin with his other hand to capture her full lips with his own. A moan fell into his mouth, as she deepened the kiss and grinded against his thigh. He pressed his throbbing cock against her and rolled his hips, while his tongue ran along hers in a heated kiss. His lips, teeth, and tongue stole her breath away, as he ran the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip before flicking her top one.

“God, I missed this.” Marinette sighed before reaching up to deepen the kiss again, grinding harder against his thigh.

Master Noir continued to kiss her before trailing his lips and tongue down to her pulse point. He parted his lips against her sensitive skin and bit her neck, causing her to gasp and moan at the sting and ache. He sucked on her pulse point and sped up his hips, pressing his hardened length harder against her hip.

She moaned and slipped a hand between them, running her fingers along his aching cock. A groan fell from his lips, as he sucked harder until he left an aching mark behind. Trailing kisses back up her throat, he teased her ear with his tongue, lips, and teeth, before making his way back to her swollen lips.

Her hips sped up with her breathing, until it hitched and her toes curled. She slammed her hands onto his hips and rubbed her pussy against his thigh faster, and harder, until her lips parted and she trembled all over.

He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “Come for me, princess. I want Luka to know you’re mine.”

His words made her fall over the edge, causing her to scream his name and moan loudly. He groaned as her hand sped up on his cock through his pants until his fist slammed on the wall, and he came hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Master Noir hissed and buried his face in her neck. “Goddamnit, woman.”

Marinette burst out into a fit of giggles, realizing what she had done. He gripped her chin and brought her gaze to his, “Like I said earlier, you’ll be the death of me.” He captured her lips with his once more.

Songs I wrote to:

Want It All by Jai Wolf ft. Evalyn

Afterlife by MOTHICA

Chapter Text

As they headed back to the cabin, Marinette became more curious about Plagg. “Tell me more about Plagg.”

“What do you want to know?” Adrien glanced over at her for a moment before turning his attention back to the dirt road.

“Everything.”

“Well, I met him at a bar. We got to talking about everything, and eventually he told me about The Dark Rose. He has this weird obsession with camembert cheese of all things. He swears by it if you bake it a certain way.” Adrien made a grossed-out expression, causing Marinette to giggle.

“Can’t say I’ve ever been a fan, even back in Paris.” Marinette sighed.

“Me either,” Adrien laughed. “But otherwise... he’s a great guy. He was there for me a lot and still is. I hate to admit it, but he was telling the truth about me not remembering my own name if he didn’t remind me. He helped me a lot the past few years.”

“I’m glad.” Marinette warmly smiled, as they pulled up to the cabin and parked in the driveway.

Adrien sat back in the driver’s seat with Marinette beside him and his keys in his hands in his lap. “Do you still want your prince?” He slowly rolled his head to the side and peered at her, shifting his jaw.

“I do, if you still want to give me him.” Marinette searched his gaze and watched him slowly smile.

He peered down at his keys in his hands and fiddled with them, “I do.”

“But...” Marinette felt like something was off.

“But I’m worried it won’t be as amazing as you remember when I wasn’t broken.” Adrien admitted against his better judgement.

Marinette undid her seatbelt and shifted on the seat to face him more. She took his hands in hers. “It doesn’t matter if it’s not as amazing, or if it’s not the same. It doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect. No one is perfect, Adrien, not even me. If you didn’t get that already about me.” She giggled and heard him quietly laugh for a second. “I want all of you, broken and not. I want your pain, your worries, your kindness, and your affection. I want to hear everything you are thinking. I want to feel what you feel, even if it burns my skin.”

Adrien stared into her eyes and hit his fist against a thigh with his keys in them, causing them to jingle slightly. “It’s just so fucked up.”

“I know,” Marinette reached over to brush his hair behind his ear. “I know.”

“What if I had never been created? Would that have been better? I don’t even know.” Adrien stared up at the roof of his car.

“No, no, it wouldn’t have been better. The world is much better with you in it. My life is much better with you in it, as selfish as that sounds. You were created and put on this Earth for a reason, and one day you’ll see that too.” Marinette placed a hand over his fist. “The day you’re ready to talk about it more, I’ll be here.”

“Thanks, Marinette,” he sighed and turned his hand to interlock his fingers with hers.

“So, give me what you can now and we’ll take baby steps towards it.” Marinette warmly smiled and gripped his hand. “If it gets ugly, it gets ugly, but I’m not going anywhere.”

Adrien brought her hand to his soft lips and gently kissed the back of it before resting his forehead against her knuckles. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do.” Marinette pulled their hands away and touched beneath his chin. “I’ll say it again, like I did before, you do deserve me. You deserve everything good in this world. Now, tell me three things you like about yourself.”

Adrien sighed and swallowed hard. “I like my determination. I like my eyes. I am proud of the fact I fixed the damn stairs with such a beautiful distraction.”

Marinette burst out laughing at the last one, causing him to gently smile. “I’m impressed you did all of this.” She gestured to the cabin and everything around it. “Now, take deep breaths and when you’re ready, give me whatever you’re comfortable with. And if you ever want to stop, then tell me we need to stop. Okay?”

“Ok,” Adrien relaxed beside her and undid his seatbelt before opening his door.

Marinette opened her own and hopped out with the aftercare bag slung over her shoulder. Adrien opened the trunk and began to pull out the three cases of sparkling water, while she grabbed the bag of candies from the back seat.

He led her to the front door after locking up his car and nodded towards his right pocket, sticking out his bent knee. Marinette reached into his front pocket and produced his keys, opening the screen door and unlocking the main one.

She opened the door for him and held it open, so he could walk in with the cases of water. Once he was inside and heading for the kitchen, she shut the screen door and then the front door and locked it.

Adrien was busily unloading some of the sparkling waters in the fridge, while she walked up to set her aftercare bag on a stool and the bag of candy on the island.

“You sure you won’t run if my mind gets to be too much?” Adrien turned around and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed.

“I’m sure.” Marinette nodded.

Adrien nodded and placed his hands into his pockets. “Let me go get cleaned up and then I’ll be back.”

Marinette nodded, “Okay.”

He kicked himself away from the cabinets and headed to his bedroom to clean up and change into something aside from what Master Noir would wear. If she wanted Adrien, then he needed to feel more like Adrien. Whatever that meant.

Marinette walked over to where she had left her laptop, settling onto the couch and turning it on. However, she didn’t have it open long before she got a text from Alya.

‘How is it going?’ The text made her glance towards his door, hearing the shower kick on.

She took a deep breath and replied to her, ‘It’s going.’

Another text flew in, drawing her attention. ‘Sounds... promising.’

‘Stop... it’s better than it was. We’re getting somewhere.’ Marinette quickly typed a reply on her phone.

‘Mm-hm. Nino has been trying to head over there now. I’m keeping him at bay as much as I can.’ A moment later, as Marinette was about to type a reply, another message came in. ‘He tell you about the time Nino found him yet?’

Her heart stopped and dropped to the floor, shattering like broken glass on a road. ‘What?’

‘Oh God. Never mind.’  Alya’s text was enough to make her stomach turn upside down.

Marinette swallowed hard, as the water turned off and she heard him in his room. ‘What do you mean Nino found him?’

Adrien walked out, drying his wet hair with a fluffy white towel. “What’s wrong?” His hand holding the towel slowly fell down to his shoulder, as he took in her saddened expression.

“Nino found you?” Marinette let the words fall from her lips.

“Shit,” Adrien swore beneath his breath and draped his towel over the back of a kitchen chair. He walked towards her and sat beside her on the couch, taking her laptop from her lap and setting it on the coffee table. “That was what I wanted to tell you about later. It’s going to ruin everything.”

“Tell me.” Marinette searched his gaze, letting tears fall down her cheeks, as she bit her bottom lip.

“Are you sure you want that story now?” Adrien looked her over and watched her nod. He sighed and fell back against the couch, placing his hands behind his head for a moment before relaxing them into his lap. “Alright.”

Marinette shifted on the couch and scooted closer, causing him to put an arm around her. She placed her hand on his thigh and snuggled closer. “Tell me everything, and then, if you still want to... let me show you how much you mean to me.”

“O-okay.” Adrien swallowed hard and tried to compile all his words. “You only want the Nino parts?”

“If that’s what you’re willing to give me, I’ll take it.” Marinette drew circles on his thigh through his pajama pants.

Adrien nodded and picked at the arm of the beat-up couch with his fingernails. “I—hm—” he thought for a moment longer. “—I was really bad at the time. My head was all over the place and my negative thoughts were always looping. Questions. I had so many damn questions. I silenced my thoughts in the only way I could... I took up drinking.” Adrien ran a hand through his hair and groaned before continuing with a deep sigh. He cracked his knuckles and proceeded with his story. “It wasn’t unusual for me to hang out at bars in a booth, wasting away and zoned out, until last call hit. It got to be so bad that Alya sent Nino out when I hadn’t replied to calls or texts for weeks.”

Marinette wrapped her arm around his waist and hugged him harder, rubbing her cheek against his chest as more tears fell.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

“It’s not your fault, princess. None of this is your fault.” Adrien hugged her back even harder. “Anyway, he would show up and pull me from the bars and would make sure I ate and drank water. He’s seen some horrible shit, Marinette.”

“What did she mean by found you?” Marinette reigned him in a bit, as her chest ached for him.

“There was one time I had gone to the store and bought cold medicine,” Adrien began.

“Stop,” Marinette sat back and stared at him for a moment. He searched her broken gaze and she climbed into his lap and grabbed his face, holding him in place. “Tell me you didn’t try to leave.”

Adrien swallowed hard.

“Adrien,” Marinette whined his name. “Please, please, tell me you didn’t.”

“I didn’t feel real or like I was supposed to be here. I felt like a monster after being told I was... something else. After finding out I had been created and then treated like I should have never existed by my father once my mother passed. I felt useless and like my life was a lie. I didn’t, and don’t most the time, feel like I’m even alive or real.” Adrien opened up to her. “You saw it, you heard it, you found out, and I— I have the rings and control over myself. You gave me that, but—” He peered down and played with the silver rings on his left hand. “I still feel so lost, intangible, and broken. I feel like everyone has lied to me since I was born. I feel guilt for not trusting you this long. I feel guilt because I should believe everything you say, but it’s hard. Everything is really hard.”

Marinette pressed her forehead against his as more tears fell and dotted his shirt. “Please. Please, don’t ever try and leave me again.” She buried her face into his neck and let her tears soak his skin.

“Do you want to know the story?” Adrien swallowed hard against her.

She nodded without saying a word, hugging him harder around his neck and squeezing him with her thighs.

“I turned the shower on until it was boiling hot and stung. I wanted to feel something to know I was alive. Then I sat beneath the water and took the whole bottle of pills. I closed my eyes and waited, waited for everything to stop. Waited for the pain to slowly bleed out of my veins: the anger, the sadness, and the disappointment. I remember slowly falling, slumping further forward over my crisscrossed legs, and the world slowly fading into darkness. Peace filled my body and I remember being ripped from myself until I was staring down at it and wondering what I had done. While I felt peace and a sense of numbness, I felt guilt for giving up on you. I tried to claw my way back into my body, but it wasn’t working. I was desperate to come back, but I couldn’t.”

Marinette’s sobs filled the room, as she failed to hold them back. She had no words, so he continued.

“Nino busted into my bathroom. He has a key to my place so—” Adrien shrugged. “He found me slumped over in the shower, checked my pulse, swore, yanked me onto the bathroom tile, and started doing CPR. He called an ambulance, while sobbing and begging me to come back and wake up. Once he got a pulse, he hoisted me to the toilet and shoved his fingers down my throat to make me throw up until I came to. Everything is flashes of moments like pictures and film scenes. Puzzle pieces, I put together, and later found out it had really happened. They rushed me to the hospital where they pumped my stomach and ran an I.V. I stayed there for a bit before they released me with a therapy plan.” Adrien sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m so, so, sorry,” Marinette hiccupped and tried to get even closer to him.

“That was like four years ago, Marinette.” Adrien pushed her away to cradle her cheeks and brush her tears away. “I’m doing alright now. Still struggle with not drinking and broken, but I’m alright. I don’t know if you are though.”

She shook her head, “I’m not.”

“I know, bugaboo.” Adrien pulled her into a hug again and rubbed her back, while she fell apart.

He didn’t know how long they sat there in each other’s arms, while she cried for him. Her heart breaking and her stomach doing summersaults until she could breathe again. Her exhales were shaky, as he held her close.

“I’m here. You can feel me. I’m here.” Adrien tried to reassure her, and she sat back and wiped away her tears.

“I know,” her voice broke. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t here.”

Adrien shook his head, “You were the reason I wanted to come back. You drove me to come back. Something didn’t want me to go if they brought Nino to me. Understand? You did nothing.”

“I didn’t tell you sooner about your father, about your mom...” Marinette’s words tumbled from her lips. “I didn’t tell you what I knew. I’m just as bad as them.”

“Hey. Shh, shh.” Adrien cradled her face. “Look at me.”

She slowly gazed up into his forest-green eyes. “What?”

“It—wasn’t—your—fault.” Adrien searched her gaze. “Say it for me.”

She sniffed a few trembling breaths and closed her eyes to slowly breathe out. She licked her lips and opened her eyes to lock her gaze with his, “It wasn’t my fault.”

“That’s my wonder bug. Again.” Adrien softly smiled.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Marinette spoke a bit louder. “It wasn’t yours either.”

“I know,” Adrien swallowed hard. “I know it’s not my fault my parents created me that way, or that my father blamed me for my mother’s death. I know.”

“You didn’t make her sick either, Adrien.” Marinette wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

Adrien nodded, “I know.”

“I’m just so glad you’re here and so proud of everything you’ve accomplished.” Marinette burst into tears again, throwing her arms around his neck to hug him again. “I’m so sorry you felt, and feel, that way.”

“I’ve been doing better since you showed up.” Adrien embraced her and ran his fingers through her hair. “You’re the best medicine.”

Marinette snuggled more into his neck, gently kissing his pulse point. “I want to show you how much I appreciate you. I want you to know just how amazing you truly are. How real you are.”

Adrien swallowed hard and gently eased her away from him and cradled her face with a hand, “Then show me, Marinette. Show me everything I can’t see.”

She climbed off his lap and held her hand out for him to take. He softly smiled, taking in her trembling shoulders and bottom lip, and placed his hand in hers. Standing up, he followed her into his bedroom where she shut the door.

Marinette stopped at the foot of his bed and ran her hands down his black t-shirt. She curled her fists into the material and pulled him closer. He stumbled forward, and she reached up on her toes to brush her lips against his.

Closing his eyes, he focused on the feeling of her soft lips on his. She ran her tongue along them, causing him to part his lips to grant her access. Her hands slid up and over his shoulders. She ran her hands up along the sides of his neck, and tilted her head to brush her tongue and lips against his. Her thumbs brushed against his sensitive skin, as she drank him in.

He sighed, relaxing into her loving kisses and gentle touches. She ran her hands down her chest to the hem of his shirt and slipped her fingers beneath the fabric and along his hips, abs, and pecs. He raised his hands and helped her remove his shirt, leaving him in only his pajama pants.

Her gaze ran over his body and she licked her lips, “Tell me about physics.”

“Right now?” Adrien stared at her like she was being ridiculous.

“Yes, right now.” Marinette giggled.

“Um...” Adrien tried to focus on something to tell her, as she trailed open-mouthed kisses along his chest and down his abs. “It’s hard to focus with you doing that, Marinette.”

She giggled and bit the waistband of his pants, tugging them away and letting them snap against his skin. He hissed between his teeth and flinched. “Tell me about the cat in the box.”

“Schrödinger’s Cat?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at her.

“Mm-hm.” Marinette nodded and ran her hands up his thighs and curled her fingers around the band to tease along his hips. She stood up and took his hand, pulling him to his bed and making him lay down.

He laid down and she crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips and letting her hair cascade down around them. “I feel like I have told you about this one all the time.”

“I know... but it’s my favorite,” Marinette spoke against his skin, as she kissed his neck. “It has a kitty.”

He snorted at her comment and began to speak, “It’s the well-known experiment that demonstrates how small particles can be in two states at once until you observe them.” Adrien moaned when she bit his pulse point and sucked and licked on the marks. “Fuck.”

She softly giggled, “Tell me more. I love when you talk nerdy to me.”

Adrien choked on a laugh. “Um... Newton’s first law was that everything stays at rest or in the same motion unless acted upon by an external force. Is this really doing something for you?” He peered down to watch her trail kisses down the center of his chest to his abs, as she crawled down his body.

“Mm-hm. Give me more.” Marinette parted her lips against the deep-V of his hips and bit him, causing his breath to hitch.

“Einstein took Newton’s laws and questioned the way light worked. He thought that the current science behind the movement of light went against the discoveries of James Clark Maxwell.” Adrien continued to go on about Einstein’s Theory of Relativity, as Marinette hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pajama pants and slowly eased them down. He raised his hips, continuing on and trying to focus on his thoughts. His words distracted him from all of the pain from earlier, getting lost in teaching her about something he was passionate about.

She continued to listen, trailing kisses along his hips as she pulled his pants down his thighs and legs, until he kicked them free. She sat back on her heels and slipped her dress from her body, tossing it to the floor and leaving her in a black leather body harness.

Adrien’s words faded the moment he saw her in the fetish gear. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and slowly trailed kisses up his thigh to run her tongue along the underside of his hard cock. He flexed against her tongue with a moan and laid his head back on the pillow. She flicked the sensitive triangle beneath the tip, and ran her fingers along his hardened length. Cocking her head to the side, she slowly licked up one side of his cock and spoke against his warm skin, “Tell me more. One of my favorite things about you is hearing how your mind works. You’ve always been so smart, Adrien.”

A moan left his lips, as she licked up the other side of his cock and swirled her warm tongue around the head. “I’m not that smart, Marinette.”

She smacked his thigh, causing him to chuckle. Pulling away from his hard cock, she peered up at him with an unamused expression, “Be nice to yourself.”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, I’m smart.”

“Good.” Marinette went back to placing open-mouthed kisses along the sides of his cock before running her tongue up to wrap her lips around the tip.

He moaned as she took him to the back of her throat and gently teased his balls with her hand. “Fuck me...”

She turned her head from side to side, sucking his cock and sweeping her tongue along the underside of it. His thighs widened and he tilted his head back with a groan.

Running her warm mouth up his cock, she let it go to trail kisses up his body. “You really don’t know how beautiful, talented, smart, and amazing you are, do you?”

Adrien swallowed hard and stared at her through his golden lashes, “No. No one really seemed... interested growing up.”

“I was,” Marinette trailed kisses along his neck until she reached his face. Leaning over him, she stared into his gorgeous eyes and took in the little golden flecks nestled within the green of them. It reminded her of sunlight creeping through the canopy of a forest. “Your eyes are gorgeous.”

He warmly smiled before grabbing her hip and flipping her so he was on top of her. Peering down into her eyes, he settled between her thighs with his weight on his elbows. He ran his hands through her soft, dark, hair and stared deeply into her sapphire eyes. “Your eyes are like the ocean, calm yet troubled at times like a hurricane.”

Marinette swallowed hard and nodded. He was right. Too right.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, letting his admiration flood through her veins. Her hips began to move, grinding against him. His hard cock brushed against her bare pussy, framed by the black leather of the harness. Moaning, he shifted his hips in time with her until the tip of his cock caught on her wet entrance.

He broke the kiss to peer into her heavily lidded gaze and taking in her swollen parted lips. Slowly, he eased into her until only the head was nestled inside and stretching her open.

She softly inhaled and gripped his biceps with her hands, feeling them flex beneath her fingertips. “More,” she whispered.

Adrien leaned down to brush his lips against hers again, easing in a bit more before pulling out to the tip again. He continued to tease her, kissing her deeply, while her nails bit into his skin. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer, causing him to sink all the way into her. A moan left their lips, as she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him closer. Her fingers ran up the back of his head to sink into his golden hair, gripping the strands, as they moved together.

His lips and tongue dancing along hers in time with his thrusts, making her heart flood with passion until she forgot where they were. Everything faded away, as their souls intertwined and connected as their bodies did.

Tears fell from her eyes, as he kissed her deeper and sped up their movements when she did. Their hips moved in unison, as she brushed her sensitive clit against his pelvis, and his cock hit just right when she curled her hips away from the bed. Her nails bit into his biceps and chest, as she clenched her thighs and her breath caught. The pressure built up within her, as her heart raced and her breathing hitched. Her swollen lips parted and her brows furrowed until she suddenly cried out and came hard.

He sped up his hips, riding her ecstasy with her until she relaxed beneath him. Adrien trailed kisses along her neck and up to her lips, pouring his soul into her. She moved with him, clinging to him, as he shifted to capture one of her peaked nipples into his warm mouth.

She softly moaned, arching her back and giving him more of what he craved. He began to lavish her and take all of her, as if he was a man starved from his favorite vice. Pulling out of her wet pussy, he trailed kisses down her body and undid all of the buckles keeping her body harness on before tossing it to the floor with a metallic melody.

“I want you bare to me. All of you.” Adrien spoke against her glistening skin, placing kisses and bites along her hips and thighs.

His hands ran along her inner thighs, pushing them apart and causing her to spread for him. He kept his gaze on hers and slowly licked up her glistening pussy, teasing her entrance before circling her sensitive clit. She flung her head back, as he slowly licked up one side of her pussy and then the other. He gently flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue until it swelled before wrapping his warm lips around it to suck. She gasped and slammed her hand onto the back of his head, gripping his hair until it ached, and he flicked her clit with his tongue. Slipping a hand between her thighs, he slipped his middle finger inside her soaking, wet, pussy and felt her clench around it. Easing it in and out of her, he lavished her pussy until he added his ring finger. Spreading her open further, he continued to worship her between her thighs until they clamped around his head and her back arched. She came hard, suffocating him with her pussy until he couldn’t breathe.

Relaxing against the bed, he gave her pussy one last lick before trailing kisses up her body and entering her once more. She gasped at the ache of his cock stretching her open again and he sat back on his heels to hold her legs for her.

Reaching between them, he gently circled her clit and caused her to become wet again. She stared at him through her lashes, gripping his thighs, as he thrusted in and out of her tight pussy.

For a while, he worked her with his fingers, cock, and occasionally pulled out to lavish her with his tongue. Hours and hours of teasing her, worshipping her, and showing each other just how much they missed one another.

Adrien held her in his arms, thrusting into her and kissing her until she didn’t know if she could anymore. Everything ached in the best way possible. She touched his shoulder and shoved him, causing him to flip onto his back with her straddling his hips.

She placed her hands on his chest and rose and fell on his cock, rolling her hips, as his fingers trailed up her stomach to caress her breasts. Their skin glistened in the low moonlight cascading in from the window, as she rode him.

He rested his elbows on the bed and held his hands up, causing her to interlock her fingers with his and get on her feet. She began to bounce on his cock and raise up, so only his tip was inside, before circling her hips to tease him. She suddenly slammed back down, causing him to groan loudly and softly laugh in a deep tone.

With a giggle, she let go of his hands and placed hers on either side of his head. Bowing her head, she brushed her clit against his pelvis and felt his hands on her hips. He gripped them as she worked herself up until she trembled and came hard. Watching her slow her hips, he waited for her to catch her breath before grabbing them and planting his feet into the mattress.

A gasp left her lips, as he raised his hips, along with her, and began to fuck her harder and faster. He chased his own orgasm as her hands gripped his chest and her nails dug into his pecs. His breath hitched and he moaned, as he came undone. His hips slowed, pumping his cock into her with each release until it dripped down his softening length.

Marinette fell against his body, keeping his cock inside her and his hands fell to her behind. He gently smacked her ass and gripped it with a soft chuckle.

“You alright?” Adrien mumbled against her hair and shoulder.

“Mm-hm. Are you?” Marinette cuddled closer, feeling his cum begin to drip from between her thighs, as he removed his cock from her.

“Mm-hm,” Adrien held her for a moment before rolling her onto her back and grabbing the top sheet to clean between her thighs. “Should take a shower.”

“I don’t want to...” Marinette whined. “I like the feeling of you.”

Adrien softly chuckled, “Alright, princess.”

“I want more,” Marinette sighed.

“More?” Adrien sat up on an elbow and peered down at her.

She slowly tilted her head to face him and softly smiled with a nod, “More.”

Adrien groaned and grabbed her hips to roll them onto their sides, bringing her lips to his again in a passionate kiss. “Give me a few and I’ll give you anything you desire, princess.”

Song I Wrote to:

Spiracle by Flower Face

Chapter Text

Adrien kneeled in his garden beside one of the herbs, cutting off the dead leaves and checking up on it. He was trying to give Marinette peace while she worked on answering some questions and handling a meeting with her team for the upcoming fashion show. Gardening brought him some peace from panicking over the whole fashion thing, but it also gave him time to overthink.

Taking a deep breath, he tossed some of the dead stems into a black bucket beside him. What would his father say to him spending his days working on a garden and a cabin in the middle of nowhere instead of walking down a runway? This wasn’t the life his father had laid out for him, but why should he care? Why did it matter what his father thought about him now that he was gone? But some sick and twisted part of him still cared about honoring his father’s wishes despite how angry the memory of him made him.

Clenching his teeth together, he gripped his pruners until his knuckles hurt beneath his leather gardening gloves. He shouldn’t feel guilty for what he was doing. He owed his father nothing, absolutely nothing, but he couldn’t let it go. Falling back onto his behind, he drew up a knee and rested his forearm on it. When was the last time his father had told him he was proud of him? Never. The answer was never.

Flopping his forehead onto the back of his wrist, he tried to breathe through the anger. His hand clenched in and out of a fist, as he focused on his breaths. He was free. His father was gone. He was okay.

“Adrien?” Marinette’s soft voice made him peer up at her. “I’m done with my meetings and what not. You okay?”

He shook his head and shifted to prune the next herb without a word. Marinette nodded and walked over to sit beside him. She began to help him by picking off death leaves without saying anything.

Adrien stopped what he was doing and rested his forearms on his thighs. “Do you think my father would be proud of me?”

Marinette cringed and pressed her lips into a thin line.

“I mean, if he was to ever have a bone in his body to do so,” Adrien rephrased what he had said.

She took a deep breath and relaxed beside him. “I think... if your father hadn’t lost your mom, he would have been proud of you, yes.”

Adrien nodded, “Thought so.”

“I also think any decent father would be proud of his son for even trying. And... you’ve exceeded that. Look around you, Adrien!” Marinette gestured around them in the greenhouse and even beyond that. “Look what you’ve done!”

“Thanks, Marinette.” Adrien softly smiled the best he could and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I’m serious. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Marinette leaned over to kiss him. “Now, what am I doing because I have no idea why we’re plucking off dead leaves.”

Adrien gave a short laugh and touched a stem with little leaves on it. “We’re getting rid of dead leaves and stems to allow for new growth. That way the plant doesn’t need to waste energy or water and nutrients on lifeless parts.”

“Ah ok,” Marinette nodded.

“You think I’m a nerd, don’t you?” Adrien smirked at her and laughed.

“No.” She shook her head before tilting it from side to side. “Well, sorta, but I think it’s cute.”

Adrien laughed harder and shook his head. “Dork.”

“Yes, well, at least you’re in good company.” She bumped him with her shoulder and giggled.

Adrien searched her gaze, before turning his attention to her full, pink, lips. She followed his wanton gaze before leaning over closer. He met her the rest of the way and brushed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes with a sigh, and he pulled away too soon.

Staring into her sapphire-hued eyes again, he let his words fall from his lips with ease. “Give me another chance.”

“What?” Marinette stumbled on her words.

Adrien took off his gloves and shifted to face her, taking her hands in his. He ran his thumbs along the back of her knuckles and peered down before looking up with his golden hair in his face. “I would love to date you again, if you would allow me that privilege.”

“Adrien, Adrien, Adrien.” Marinette smirked and peered down, licking her lips, before she looked back up at him.

“What?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at her.

“I thought we already were,” she teased him.

“I wasn’t sure if that was what we were doing,” Adrien blushed and let go of one of her hands to rub the back of his neck with a sheepish expression.

“When you asked me to stay and I said yes? That was me taking a leap. We might have broken up for five years, but I never once gave up on you or stopped loving you. Even when it hurt the most, I still loved you.” Marinette searched his expression and watching something within it break.

The rims of his eyes burned and sparkled like constellations in the night sky. “Are you sure?”

“Adrien,” Marinette let go of his hand and cupped his face, forcing him to look at her, “You can’t do anything to make me hate you. You can make me sad, you can make me angry, and you can make me a fool, but you will never lose me. It’s us against the world, remember? Forever and always. You and me.”

A tear escaped and slowly trailed down his cheek, causing him to roll his eyes at it. “So, is that a yes? You’ll give me a second chance?”

Marinette crashed her lips into his, causing him to kiss her back with as much vigor. She pulled away and smiled at him, “Yes, Adrien. I will give you another chance.”

He relaxed his shoulders and yanked her into his lap to embrace her. She giggled as he began to place chaste kisses along her shoulders, neck, cheeks, and lips. He tickled her until she was a writhing mess in his lap and begging him to stop, shoving him away and smacking his arm.

With a chuckle, he let her go. “I feel better.”

“I’m glad.” She bumped against him again. “Now, are any of these ready to be harvested for dinner?”

“Probably the oregano.” Adrien gestured to a planted row behind them.

“Oregano, it is.” Marinette smiled and passed him his gloves.

“Spaghetti?” Adrien raised his eyebrows at her in question.

“Sounds good.” Marinette squealed when he stood up and hoisted her to her feet and swung her around to face the planted oregano.

He softly laughed and pulled her over to teach her how to harvest it.

Songs I wrote to:

Wildfire by Against the Current

Silent Stranger by Against the Current

Wasteland by Against the Current

Chapter Text

Marinette stared up at the dilapidated castle looming over her. The town had warned her of the cursed, ruthless, king, who laid broken once his kingdom turned against him. Stories broke out of him being half fae, but for all she was aware of it was all tales of deceit. The moment she had heard about him, she had dreamed of trying. Trying to help him when no one else could. Marinette was well aware she could fail, but she just knew she had to try.

There was a fraction of her heart that felt he wasn’t beyond saving. There had to be some part of him that had weathered the cold, left warm and unfrozen. He couldn’t be as cold and ruthless as she was made to believe.

The king used to be warm, inviting, caring, and putting his kingdom over his own life, but something had changed. Whether it was the pressure to live up to his father’s throne, or the kingdom itself, she had no idea, but she was determined to find out what laid behind the broken walls.

A loud crack echoed out before her as a corner of a spire crumbled and tumbled down the brick wall onto the ground. She shielded her face, prepared to be hit, but it never came. Lowering her arm, she stared at the dark stone castle with the vast constellations behind it, the sky devoid of light. The gates around the castle had long crumbled, leaving bits and pieces of it left behind, but not enough to protect it. He was left open for enemies to invade, and something about that broke her. He had given up, just waiting for someone to end it.

She had brought her broadsword, expecting to have to fight her way into the castle, but his guards were long gone. Sighing, she adjusted her boots along the dirt ground and began to make her way towards the looming castle doors. Looking around herself, she took in the overgrown rose bushes and lifeless oak trees, singing a haunting song as they creaked in the light breeze. Once this courtyard had been gorgeous, one that was teeming with life and now it laid gnarled like broken fingers. Caged bars, sealing the king inside as if it were his jail cell.

Shaking off the uneasy feeling of what might lie inside, Marinette continued. The sound of gravel and bits of rusted iron crunched beneath her boots, as she heard nothing but the trees and whistling of the wind. The thick, wet, scent of earth and dust invaded her senses and made her realize just how abandoned this place was.

She reached the towering wooden doors, staring up at the cracked surface and reaching up to knock. But the moment she did, hesitating her fist into the air, the doors slowly creaked open as if they were expecting her. Her heart shot up to her throat and thrummed loudly in her ears. Had he been watching her? Had he heard she was coming?

Swallowing hard and steeling herself, she slipped through the massive doors and jumped as they slammed shut behind her.

“Go-good evening, your Highness.” Her words stumbled from her lips, but she was only met with silence and the single drop of a rock cascading down a wall somewhere within. “My name is Marinette. You probably do not remember me. I just— I wished to help.”

Going through hallways and corridors, she took in the slashed paintings and tapestries of the King’s family along with the history of the land the castle sat on. She swallowed hard and continued until she saw a room with candlelight. Her heart raced the moment she saw it, the hope of seeing her King carrying her boots along the broken stone.

Pausing in front of the open doors, she found a roaring fireplace in a library filled from floor to ceiling with old books. Walking further inside, she made her way to the massive fireplace to warm herself by the fire. She stepped around a crimson velvet arm chair, set beside a round wooden table with an open book sat upon it as if someone had been just reading it. She fell onto her knees on the rug before the roaring fire, shivering. Raising her hands, she placed her palms before the flames to warm them.

The warmth covered her, comforted her, and embraced her until she felt safe. Letting the flames lull her into a false sense of security, she hadn’t noticed the doors had shut. It wasn’t until the atmosphere in the room shifted, she realizing something, or someone, was watching her. Eyes bore into her back, coasting up her spine, and she swallowed hard.

“I’m aware you are in here. I’m not here to fight.” Marinette tried to keep her tone even, waiting to reach for her blade if need be. She lowered her hands to her thighs, feeling their warmth briefly beneath her linen dress. Tapping her fingers, she closed her eyes as she felt him looming behind her. The quiet shift of leather and linen as he crouched down bringing his lips close to her ear. The warm caress of his breath made her shiver, as she heard and felt the steel of her blade slide against its leather sheath.

The sudden sound of metal ricocheting through the library as her sword hit the stone floor behind her with a few skipping clangs. But despite the fact, she kneeled unarmed, she was glad to see he still cared if his life was ended.

“Why are you here?” His words fell from his lips in a low and gravely tone with hints of a growl deeply set in his chest.

“To save you,” she whispered.

“I do not wish to be saved. It was a waste of your time, princess.” He bit the words out between his fangs, irritated more at himself than at the girl before him.

“No,” she denied him of his words.

He growled, stalking away from her and shifting into a black panther. His claws clicking along the stone flooring. She slowly peered over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him, taking in his sleek obsidian fur and sharp teeth. His eyes glowed a bright green, reminding her of spring.

“Turn around. Do not look upon me unless I tell you to,” he demanded with a hiss.

Swallowing hard, she quickly looked back to the fire and kept her hands on her thighs. “I’ve heard stories.”

He huffed, pacing back and forth behind her.

“Stories of a broken King who was half fae. Your mother.” She swallowed hard. “I heard she made a deal with a fae for an heir to be born.” Another growl emanated from behind her. “But I heard that deal had consequences, ones she was aware of. Your father knew. He wanted her to think about it more, but she insisted on having a child.” She took a deep breath and flinched when she heard him swipe his claws across something within the room and tear it. “Your father went mad trying to fix the deal that had been made to no avail until he sacrificed everything to try and bring her back.” Swallowing hard once more, she took another deep breath. “You did not ask for this. The pressure to be like your father, to make your mother proud and feel as though she had made the right choice.”

“Stop it,” he seethed.

“It was not your fault, Adrien.” She pushed him further.

“Adrien is dead,” he growled.

Marinette shook her head, “You do not have to be your father.”

“I do not wish to be like my father!” Adrien rose his voice until it echoed off the walls and books tumbled from shelves. “I never wanted to be like him! He controlled me! Manipulated me! Hurt me!”

Marinette trembled and slowly turned around on her knees to face the furious panther behind her. His hackles were up and he was panting with bared fangs, yet his gaze was shattered into a million pieces of glass like a broken mirror.

“Adrien,” she kept her tone soft.

“Stop calling me that. I told you; Adrien is dead!” His voice came out more broken than angry. “I said stop it.” His words weakened with pain.

“It was not your fault. Your mother loved you. She wanted nothing more than for you to be born. It was not ‘your’ fault.” Marinette tried again, watching him collapse to the ground and shift back into his human form with a sound of anguish. “It was not your fault....”

She slowly fell to her hands and knees and crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around him, as he fell apart.

“It was not your fault,” Marinette mumbled in her sleep.

Adrien peered at Marinette beside him, asleep with tears falling down from her closed eyes. He searched her face, watching it contort into sadness for him. Brushing her dark hair behind her ear, he held her face and caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“I’m sorry, Adrien,” Marinette mumbled.

His heart broke and he wrapped her up into his arms, holding her close and resting his chin on top of her head when she snuggled closer. Swallowing hard, he stared at the wall of his bedroom and let tears fall from his emerald eyes.

“No, I’m sorry, Marinette,” he whispered into the darkness of his room.

Song I Wrote To:

LIGHT SHOWER by Melanie Martinez

Chapter Text

Marinette sat at the kitchen table on her laptop answering emails, sipping a cup of hot tea while Adrien made breakfast. Since Adrien had set the coffee mug down with steam billowing out of the top, she had prayed it would be enchanted by some magic to wake her up enough to work. After last night, she wasn’t sure if she even knew what sleep was.

“Did you sleep alright?” Adrien brought over a plate of pancakes, a bowl of warm blueberries, and syrup, setting them in the center of the table for them to pick from.

“Not really, but it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle with some tea and coffee.” Marinette gave him the best reassuring smile she could despite the fact her dream had been awful.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Adrien picked a couple of fluffy pancakes from the pile and placed them on her plate. “Do you want blueberries, princess?”

“Hm?” Marinette perked up in her seat upon hearing ‘princess’.

He softly smiled and pointed towards the bowl of blueberries.

“Oh! Yes, please.” Marinette warmly smiled, watching him spoon some on top of her pancakes.

“Syrup?” Adrien held up the ceramic container.

She shook her head, “Just blueberries are good. Merci, Adrien.”

He smiled and set her plate beside her laptop. “Eat, please.”

“Let me finish up this last email and then I’ll take a break.” Marinette continued to type of her laptop a bit longer before closing it and setting it aside to focus on her food.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Adrien served himself some pancakes with syrup.

“Mm,” Marinette placed her hand over her mouth to chew the bite she had taken, lost in the delicious pancakes he had made. She swallowed and sighed, resting her hand on the table, “Are you sure you want to know?”

“I always want to know,” Adrien took a bite of his pancake with a hum.

“It’s so nerdy though…” Marinette whined.

Adrien softly chuckled and gestured towards his garden with his fork, “And?”

She rolled her eyes, “Different type of nerd.”

“I see no problem. Tell me.” Adrien shrugged and took another bite of his warm pancakes.

“Fine… but don’t judge me.” She blushed, drawing his attention to how cute she appeared with the constellation of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

“I won’t.” Adrien raised his hands in surrender with a fork in one of them.

“There was this kingdom with a cursed and broken king,” Marinette began to tell him about her dream, giving him as many details as she could remember. “The king was you and you were half fae and a shifter.”

“What did I shift into?” Adrien finished up his pancakes and took up his cup of coffee.

“A panther,” Marinette mumbled, embarrassed.

Adrien smirked, “Fitting.”

“You were so upset over your parents,” Marinette sighed.

“Well, I am and then some. Your dream wasn’t too far-fetched.” Adrien shrugged his shoulders and set his coffee down, spinning it between his hands.

“I know, but it still hurt to see. All I wanted to do was protect you from the world, embrace you, and never let you go.” Marinette picked at her pancakes, barely touching them.

Adrien took in the way she hadn’t eaten much, looking her plate over. “Like you do now.”

“Yes,” Marinette sighed, setting her fork down and placing her hands over her eyes.

Adrien shifted his jaw a moment before placing his index and middle fingertips on the side of her plate and pulling it toward himself. “Come here, bugaboo.”

She slowly peered up from her hands with tears threatening to fall. She watched him pick up her fork from the plate to cut a bite from her pancakes.

He sat back and pat his thigh with a hand. Marinette swallowed and pushed away from the table, walking around it to sit on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, focusing on the way his chest moved with each breath and the sound of his heart.

“I woke up to you telling me it wasn’t my fault and that you were sorry.” Adrien ran his slender fingers through her hair. “It broke me to hear the tone of your voice, like seeing you this upset breaks me now.”

“I’m sorry,” Marinette whimpered against his neck.

“We’ve said sorry enough, Marinette.” Adrien sighed and watched her pull away from him.

“You didn’t know,” Marinette broke down.

“I know,” Adrien brushed the tears from beneath her eyes.

“I should have told you. Your father should have told you. I—”

“Shh…” Adrien placed a finger over her puffy lips. “It’s too late now.”

“If you were in a broken castle, I would save you.” Marinette grabbed his hands and brought them to her lips, kissing them with tears falling down her face. “I would.”

“I know, I know.” Adrien took his hands from hers to cradle her face.

“If I could do it all again, I would have told you about your father and your mother. I would have been honest with you.” Marinette sobbed, barely able to get the words out.

“Mari,” Adrien tried to pull her back in, watching her begin to hyperventilate. “Hey.” He grabbed her cheeks to bring her gaze to his. “Breathe with me.”

She kept her gaze locked with his and breathed in when he did. She held it, waiting for him to let his go until he finally did. With each breath, she followed him until her throat no longer felt tight and her stomach no longer was in knots.

“I’m not mad at you.” Adrien swallowed hard, searching her sapphire eyes. “I’m not.”

“I’m sor—” Marinette clamped her lips shut to avoid apologizing again out of habit.

Adrien warmly smiled and brought his lips to her forehead, gently kissing her. “I know. If we made apologizing a drinking game, we’d both be on the floor.”

Marinette choked on a laugh, smacking him in the shoulder with her forehead. “You’re terrible. That shouldn’t even be remotely funny with your past.”

Her words stung a bit, but he ignored it. “Better to laugh than be serious sometimes, Marinette.”

“Not wrong,” she sighed.

He picked up her fork and stabbed a bite of her pancakes, holding it out for her. “If you don’t eat then you won’t have energy for the day. I’m not going to say eat for me, because really if I said that then it still wouldn’t be for me. Eat for you.”

“You’re a dork.” Marinette rolled her eyes and leaned over to take the bite from the fork. “You could have said eat for me and I would have understood the assignment.”

He chuckled, “I didn’t want to come across as a controlling dick.”

“Too late,” Marinette teased.

He rolled his eyes and playfully smacked her thigh, causing her to squeak. “I care about you.”

“I know,” Marinette threw his words back at him. “And I care about you.”

With a nod, he used her fork to cut another piece of pancake for her and held it out. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“What’s left to fix on the cabin?” Marinette took the bite of food from the fork and savored it. They were perfectly buttery and light.

Adrien sighed, “Kitchen wallpaper is one.”

Marinette peered over at the ugly wallpaper and giggled. “I don’t know… it’s growing on me.”

He rolled his eyes and snorted, “Sure.”

“What? You don’t?” She gasped, pretending to be shocked.

“Ha-ha very funny.” Adrien teased her back before cutting another piece for her.

“I was wondering—” Marinette was about to finish that sentence when a knock sounded on the cabin door. Her lips parted and Adrien set the fork down onto the plate, before lifting her from his lap to answer the door.

She watched from the kitchen, as he opened the old door and seemed excited upon seeing who it was.

Song I Wrote to:

Carry Your Throne by Jon Bellion

Chapter Text

“Hey, man! What brought you out here?” Adrien stared at his best friend, Nino.

“Well—” He rubbed the back of his neck and straightened up as a woman with shoulder length reddish hair shoved him out of the way.

“My best friend wasn’t answering her phone, and someone really wanted to see his best friend.” Alya stared up at Adrien with her arms crossed over her chest.

Adrien grabbed the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish smile, “Hey, Als.”

“Hey.” Alya uncrossed her arms and reached up on her toes to give him a massive hug. “I’m glad to see you looking better.”

“Define better,” Adrien raised an eyebrow when she pulled away.

“You look more like you care about your appearance again.” Alya winked at him, causing his cheeks to become warm. “Now, where’s my best friend?”

“I’m in here, Als!” Marinette called from the kitchen.

Adrien crossed his arms and peered over his shoulder to find Marinette back on her laptop, leaving the rest of her pancakes untouched.

“Hey, I’m the dude who wanted to see his best friend.” Nino pat Adrien’s chest, as he stepped past him into the cabin. “Your place looks nicer. You’ve been working on it.”

“I have.” Adrien shut the screen door and front door, locking them both behind them.

“Do you guys want pancakes?” Marinette went to get up to grab two more plates.

“I’ll take some,” Nino chimed in, hurrying over to sit at the kitchen table.

Alya walked over to the kitchen where Marinette was busy reaching up into a cabinet. “You alright?” She kept her voice down so Adrien didn’t hear.

“Mm-hm,” Marinette nodded and grabbed two plates, passing Alya them.

“Are you sure?” Alya held onto one side of the plates and searched her best friend’s gaze.

Marinette bit her bottom lip, holding the plates with her friend. She shook her head, barely holding it together.

Alya nodded, taking the plates and Marinette’s hand. She whisked them both by the table, setting the plates down. “Marinette is going to show me your garden a moment.”

“O-okay,” Adrien looked between them, taking in the way Marinette wouldn’t meet his gaze. It didn’t take a lot for him to understand what had happened. She looked at him apologetically and he nodded towards the back door.

She released the breath she had been holding and took Alya out the back.

“Everything okay?” Nino broke the silence, piling pancakes onto his plate with blueberries and syrup.

“No,” Adrien gave in.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Nino got up to grab a fork from a drawer in the kitchen and sat back down at the table to eat.

“No,” Adrien sighed.

“You sure?” Nino waited a moment.

“She still blames herself for not telling me about my father’s death, about my mother’s body, or about the whole how I came to exist thing.” Adrien fell back against the kitchen chair with his hands in his lap. “Fuck, man. I didn’t want her to blame herself for this long. I ran away to protect her.”

“Protect her from what?” Nino chewed his food.

Adrien gave him an annoyed stare, “Myself, dumbass.”

Nino choked on his pancakes, laughing, “Well no shit, Sherlock.” He rolled his eyes, “But why?”

“You all hid shit from me. Everyone. I just— I didn’t want her to see how bad it was. My reaction to it all. I was afraid she’d be like this.” Adrien gestured out towards the back door where Marinette had her head in her hands and was obviously distraught with Alya hugging her. “Look at her.”

Nino peered out the door to see the two girls depending on one another. “We warned her.”

“Why didn’t you keep her away? Why did you let her come?” Adrien threw his head in his hands, gripping his golden hair. “I love her to pieces, but I can’t stand seeing her have nightmares and so upset over me. I don’t deserve it.”

“Adrien, dude,” Nino dragged his attention back to him. “Stop blaming yourself. None of this was your fault.”

His best friend’s words haunted him, fading out into Marinette’s voice last night.

“She said the same thing,” Adrien whispered.

“What?” Nino raised an eyebrow at him and adjusted his black framed glasses.

“Last night, in her sleep, she told me it wasn’t my fault.” Adrien swallowed hard.

“Because it’s not. Your father was crazy when your mother passed away, man. The dude really thought if he could create life then he could bring someone back. Then he expected you to just pick up the brand after. Or you felt like you had to. None of that is fair or your fault, man.” Nino shrugged his shoulders.

“Why didn’t she tell me?” Adrien sighed and sat back in his chair again. “God, what I wouldn’t give for a drink of whiskey.”

“Don’t even put that out there into the universe, man. I’m not playin’ that game anymore with you.”

“I’m not,” Adrien leaned his head back before peering back down at his friend.

“She was afraid to hurt you. We all were.” Nino finished the food on his plate and shoved it aside. “But she’s probably told you everything by now.”

“Yeah. It’s me who hasn’t.” Adrien picked up a pancake and began tearing off pieces and crumbling them onto the table.

“Do you love her still?” Nino searched his gaze.

“Yes,” Adrien sighed.

“Then when you’re ready, tell her everything.” Nino gestured towards him with his index finger.

“That’s the plan.” Adrien dropped the pancake onto the plate and gave up. “Nino?”

“Hm?” Nino turned his attention back to his best friend.

“Am I real?”

The three words sat in the air between them, and Nino sighed, hearing it enough times from Adrien’s lips to last him lifetimes.

“Yes, Adrien, you’re real.”

Adrien silently nodded and grabbed his empty cup to grab more coffee.

“Tell her.” Nino stared at him from the table, watching Adrien’s hand tremble as he poured more coffee.

“I will.” Adrien swallowed hard, swirling his cup of hot coffee. “Tomorrow.”

Nino nodded, “Good. She deserves to understand what’s been going on in your head, man.”

Chapter Text

Adrien laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to think about how to bring up his feelings to Marinette. He needed to come to terms with what he had been through, but it had been hard to process it all.

He heard the door to the bathroom open and watched Marinette step out in a pink night gown. His gaze wandered over her body, watching her pull her hair up into a messy bun.

“What?” Marinette dropped her hands down to her sides.

“Nothing. You’re gorgeous.” Adrien warmly smiled and pulled the covers over for her to climb into bed with him.

Her shoulders fell, as she blushed and walked towards the bed. She climbed in beside him and he threw the covers over her before snaking an arm around her waist to pull her against himself. She turned in his arms and shimmied her hips to brush her behind against his hips.

He choked, rolling his eyes and shifting is hips to be more comfortable after she crushed his dick with her ass.

“Sorry,” she blushed and giggled, as he slipped a hand between them to adjust himself.

“Sure, you are,” he teased.

She laughed harder, causing him to join her. Once they calmed down, he snuggled closer and brushed his nose along her soft hair, taking in the scent of her familiar shampoo. The fragrance took him back to when they had lived together and his heart ached thinking about it.

“Can I talk to you about something?” Adrien watched her turn in his arms to face him, slipping a hand beneath the pillow to stare at him.

“Okay,” Marinette searched his saddened gaze. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”

“Depends,” Adrien shrugged.

“Tell me,” Marinette took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers together.

“When I found out my mother and father had created me from a new technology when they had struggled for so long to conceive, I—” He licked his lips and tried again.

“It’s alright.” Marinette gave him a reassuring squeeze.

“—I felt fake.” Adrien swallowed hard. “I felt like my world was ending or that it had never truly began. I didn’t know if I was even real. I mean, if you’re genetically crafted in a science lab by your father for your mother, are you even real?” Adrien choked on an awkward laugh.

“Everything about you is real, Adrien.” Marinette ran her thumb along the back of his hand.

“I was wished for,” Adrien felt his throat thicken.

“Some children are,” Marinette shrugged.

“You know what I mean, Marinette.” Adrien gave her an unamused expression. “You told me my father had spent years trying to perfect a solution for creating life for my mother’s sake.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Marinette tried to keep quiet.

“I’m glad they were able to finally have a child, but at what cost.” Adrien let go of her hand to grip his golden hair. “Then you found out and you told our friends, but left me out of it. Left me out of my own family’s business. That was my business to know and handle, Marinette, not theirs.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Mine,” Adrien jabbed his chest with his fingertips.

“I know,” her heart broke and her chest ached.

“My burden. My family.” Adrien began to fall apart. He tried to reign in his emotions, but it was near impossible. “My father took his madness from losing my mother, believing if he could create life then he must be able to bring it back, and engineered horrible experiments to ruin the world to try and save her. Because of me.”

“No,” Marinette shook her head. “Not because of you.”

“Who was the child?” Adrien suddenly raised his voice, causing her to flinch.

“An innocent child,” Marinette threw back at him.

“Not innocent enough,” Adrien mumbled, remembering the way his father had treated him and blamed him for the death of his mother. “The man loathed me once my mother had passed. He pretended to love me, pretended to care about me, but all he saw was her.”

“He didn’t want you to hurt. He didn’t want to upset you by knowing what he had been working on. What he had done to all those people for the sake of your mom, for you.” Marinette swallowed hard.

“He controlled me.” Adrien played with the two rings on his finger. “How am I supposed to know if I ever loved you if he had control over me?”

That hurt. That cut Marinette deep across her heart, slamming a dagger into it and twisting. She pressed her lips together and stayed silent.

“How can I be s-sure I really loved you if he had control over me my whole existence?” Adrien let out the biggest secret he had been holding onto for years. “I’m terrified my feelings for you were a lie and still are. Petrified, Marinette.”

Marinette swallowed hard and licked her lips before her voice broke, “What do you feel now when you look at me?”

“Broken,” Adrien admitted. “Scared and broken. Scared that I’m lying to myself and you by feeling how I do because I still feel like my father has a hold on me with these stupid rings.” He spun the set of silver rings around his finger.

“You have them,” Marinette swallowed hard.

“But what if he took the real ones to his grave and he isn’t really dead and he’s secretly hiding and controlling me still? What if he relinquished that control to someone else before he died?” Adrien felt like he was going insane.

“He’s not and he didn’t. He’s gone.” Marinette shook her head. “I swear on my life, he’s gone, Adrien. Your feelings are your own.”

“The programming doesn’t go so deep as to continue to control me from the grave?” Adrien searched her gaze, throwing a question at her she really had no answer to. “You can’t answer that. I see it on your face.”

“I can’t.” Marinette hated to admit it. “I can’t, but I know this is you.”

“You knew the person he controlled,” Adrien bit out.

“I did, but I’ve now met the one who is free.” Marinette searched his gaze and touched his cheek. “You’re free and have been free. Free to feel. Free to think. Free to find yourself. Free to see me with new eyes. Free from the chains your parents put on you.”

“I ran from you because I didn’t want to face the fact my feelings for you could have been a lie. I ran to keep myself from hurting you when I hated myself. I ran because I couldn’t trust anyone, not even myself.” Adrien swallowed hard. “I didn’t want to hurt you, but here I am doing it.”

“It’s alright. A little pain is normal in life. It’s part of living.” Marinette brushed her thumb along his bearded cheek. “Mistakes are what make us stronger. I made a mistake in not telling you first, or sooner. I regret it, but I can’t go back and change it. Just as you can’t go back in time and change being created. Plus, I don’t want you to disappear. I was afraid of hurting you. I was afraid of how you would react if you knew. Your father made me promise to not tell you. I—I was torn between what was the right and wrong thing to do. I wanted to honor his wishes, but I also felt like I should have told you. I instantly regretted not telling you, but I felt wrong going against him. It ate me alive. I had to tell someone, and that someone turned into more of our friends as they noticed something was off with me. I’m sorry.”

“I know the feeling,” Adrien sighed. “I just want to know my thoughts and actions are my own and not my father’s doing.”

Marinette looked around them, “Well, your father wouldn’t be doing all of this.”

Adrien suddenly chuckled, “Not wrong. Well, maybe the plants.”

“Maybe the plants,” she agreed. “But he would have hired a construction crew to fix up the cabin, or had one built from scratch.”

He nodded, “True.”

“I say you’re doing pretty good figuring yourself out, Adrien.” Marinette pointed out his accomplishments again.

“I’m just worried my feelings aren’t mine.”

“I know and I’ll stay here until you do.” Marinette swallowed hard and wrapped him up in her arms. “I meant it when I said, I’m not going anywhere.”

Adrien nodded and buried his face into her neck, “I know. I believe you.”

However, if he was honest with himself, he would admit there was a part of him that didn’t believe a word she had said or even what his heart was telling him, as her body fit perfectly against his.

Song I Wrote To:

The End by Halsey

Chapter Text

Adrien had barely slept the night before, lost in his thoughts about his family and how his father had designed him from nothing. Theories on existence and how life comes to fruition if we lived in a future world where it was no long designed by sex. Theories he had gone over before while immersed in his obsession with physics and chemistry. Between dark matter and worm holes, vast realities existing all at once where one decision we make in one lifetime is opposite in another. A place where both choices exist in one moment, but he has only seen one outcome.

Shaking his head, he went back to focusing on outdoor paint chips. Marinette had thought it was a good idea to get out of the house and go shopping at a hardware store for new paint for the cabin. He had thought about just sanding it down and treating and staining the wood again, but she thought it would look better painted.

Four years ago, he would have done whatever he wanted to the cabin without much thought, but he wanted it to feel like her home too. If she wanted it painted, then he’d damn well paint it. However, he was torn between colors.

Marinette bounced up beside him with a wallpaper steamer to remove the ugly kitchen wallpaper. “For the kitchen?” She shifted the boxed item in her hands with an excited demeaner.

Adrien chuckled and placed the paint chips into his left hand to take the box from her, looking the wallpaper steamer over. “You want to help me do that too? You’re not careful I might never let you leave.”

She burst out into a fit of giggles and swayed her hips, taking the paint chips from his hand to look them over. “Afraid it’s too late for that. What are we thinking?” She flipped the paint chips to face him, showing off the two options he had been mulling over.

“I’m torn,” Adrien shifted the box in his arms. “What do you think?”

“Charcoal is cool, but I also like the rich red one. I’m afraid I’m no help.” Marinette giggled and flipped them back around to peer at them next to one another. “Hm…” She sucked on her bottom lip in thought, feeling his gaze drift from her eyes to her lips with interest. “It’s like us, don’t you think?”

He shook himself out of his trance, “What?”

“The paint colors,” she flipped them around to face him again. “Noir and Ladybug.”

Adrien’s eyes widened for a brief moment and he swallowed hard, shifting his jaw and causing the muscle to feather.

“You know what I mean?” Marinette blushed, sucking on her bottom lip and letting it go. “That’s why it’s hard to choose, but… I feel like it should be Kitty colored.” She held out the charcoal one for him to take. “Paint it Noir.”

Adrien swallowed hard, looking over the paint chip and running the pad of his thumb across it. “Okay.”

Marinette took the box for him, watching him walk over to the paint counter to order the amount of gallons he needed to paint the outside of the cabin. Her eyes ran up and down his body, taking in the way his t-shirt shifted against his back muscles with each movement and the shift in his hips as he moved his weight from one work boot to the other. No amount of years had prepared her for seeing him live this life. His smooth voice danced through the air and wafted into her ears, as she heard him awkwardly laugh with the employee over what he was using the paint for. After all these years, he was still socially awkward in all the same ways.

She watched him reach up to rub the back on his neck and shift again on his feet before placing his hands in his pockets. He rocked from his heels to his toes and back again.

“Can I help you find anything?” An employee passed by her.

“Oh! No, I’m with him.” She pointed towards Adrien and the man nodded before leaving to fix something on a shelf.

Adrien took the paint from the employee and sauntered back to Marinette with them. “Ready to go?”

Marinette nodded, taking in the way the employee checked out Adrien’s ass as he had walked away. Jealously spiked within her, and she stepped closer to him so the lady awkwardly looked away.

Adrien leaned over to whisper against her ear, “You’re transparent as ever.”

“What? She was looking at your ass,” Marinette’s irritation was palpable in her aggressive whisper.

“A lot of people have stared at my ass, Mari.” Adrien shrugged and stood up straight.

She smacked him on the arm, “You know what I mean.”

Adrien rolled his eyes and shook his head, softly laughing.

After a bit, they paid for everything and made their way back to his car, loading it all in the trunk. Adrien opened the passenger door for her and waited for her to climb in before closing it for her. He walked around the car, thinking about the fact she had called the paint colors them. Wafting the thought away, he opened the driver’s side and climbed in.

“You didn’t sleep well last night, did you?” Marinette swallowed hard, as he buckled his seatbelt and flipped through his keys for the right one on his keyring.

“Nope,” Adrien kept his answer short, slipping the key into the ignition and turning it.

“Was it because of our conversation the other day?” Marinette swallowed hard, as he pulled out of the parking space and flipped on his turn signal to turn onto the main road back to the cabin.

“I’ve just had a bad night and a bad morning due to overthinking.” Adrien took his hand from the stick shift to run his fingers through his hair.

“Overthinking about what?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him, watching him stare at the road and not look at her.

“Science shit. It’s not important.” Adrien shrugged.

“No, no, everything you say is important to me. Tell me.” Marinette shifted in her seat.

“Many Worlds Theory.” Adrien cleared his throat, feeling slightly insane.

“Many… Worlds… Theory?” Marinette let it linger on her tongue as a question.

Adrien sighed and took his hand from his hair to gesture with it, while he spoke, “The idea that multiple realities exist at once with different possibilities and different takes on events.”

“So, like where the choices your parents made were different in terms of outcome.” Marinette tried to relate it to where his brain had gone.

“Worlds where maybe my parents didn’t make that choice. Worlds where my father didn’t experiment on people to try and bring my mother back, you know?” Adrien felt sick to his stomach saying that. “Schrodinger’s Cat.”

“Do you believe multiple universes co-exist at once?” Marinette was genuinely curious as to what he believed.

“I don’t know what I believe, Marinette.” Adrien sighed and tapped his hand against the top of his stick shift. “I think my father was a sick man.”

“I can agree with that.” Marinette nodded and looked out the front window, taking in the trees that bordered the long winding road through the forest to his cabin. “What else were you thinking about?”

“Bioengineering,” Adrien spoke without hesitation.

“Bioengineering?” Marinette turned her attention towards him again with a confused expression.

“How I was made.” Adrien cleared his throat and pulled up at his cabin to park. “It’s haunting me, Marinette. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how my father designed me from nothing. I can’t stop coming up with theories on existence and how life comes to be without fucking, or using some type of fertility treatment. I just keep obsessing over finding the reason and answers for why I even exist, or how it’s possible within reality with the means in which my father accomplished it. I’m too logical for any of this to make sense. Like the Many Worlds Theory. I’d love to think there was another reality where I wasn’t made, or was conceived in a more realistic manner, but then I can’t see that outcome, so how would I know? If I can’t see it, Marinette, then how do I know? I want to believe in my years of obsessive studying of physics, chemistry, and biology, but I can’t fully do it.”

“You might never know, Adrien.” Marinette swallowed hard, watching him go down a rabbit hole. “It might not be until you leave this Earth that you find out.”

“But why was I worth it? Why was I worth my mother’s life?” Adrien stared at her with a broken expression. “Why me?”

“Because you’re amazing and worth it, Adrien. You have a reason to be here, everyone does.” Marinette took his hands into hers and brought his knuckles to her soft lips to gently kiss them. “I don’t know anything beyond what I told you. That he was trying to bring back your mother after losing her to an illness that resulted from making you. And when he found the answer, he didn’t like the outcome. Whatever it was.” Marinette shook her head and looked up at him. “But you’re still here and he’s gone. You have the rings that control your mind. He has nothing left of yours. You are your own person.”

“This whole thing is insane to think about.” Adrien took his hands from hers and fell back against the driver’s seat. “Merde, my family is fucked.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” Marinette sighed.

“I don’t know how you can stand me, or see me as human.” He stared up at the ceiling of the car and swallowed hard. “How can you kiss me, fuck me, care about me, and love me if I’m a bioengineered monster?” He slowly tilted his head to peer at her with an empty expression.

“Because despite being created in an unconventional way,” Marinette placed her hand over his heart, “You still feel, you still think, you still consume, and you still breathe. You are human.”

“I don’t feel human most the time,” Adrien mumbled.

“I also have moments where I don’t feel human.” Marinette shrugged her shoulders. “I think we’ve all been at a point in our lives, or more than one, where we feel outcasted or like we don’t belong.”

“You know what I mean,” Adrien rolled his eyes.

“I do, but just because you are different than the ‘norm’ doesn’t make you any less human, Adrien.” Marinette warmly smiled at him.

“You’re right,” Adrien sighed. “Are you ready to go inside and tear down wallpaper or paint the cabin?”

“Sure,” Marinette nodded and unbuckled her seatbelt.

“I’ll lend you an old shirt and sweatpants to paint in.” Adrien undid his own seatbelt and opened his door.

Song I Wrote to:

Lithonia by Childish Gambino

Chapter Text

Marinette slipped one of his old black, deep, V-neck, tees over her head and down her body. It pooled around her hips, and she snatched the old black joggers from Adrien’s grasp in his bedroom.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather me not wear pants?” Marinette bat her eyelashes at him in a teasing manner, and he smacked her on the ass. She squeaked and burst into a fit of giggles, “I’m kidding.”

“If we were staying inside, I’d say go ahead, but we’re not. So—” Adrien crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against his dresser, watching her slip his old joggers on.

“Too bad.” Marinette pouted, and squealed when he pushed off his dresser and rushed towards her to swing her up and over his shoulder. “Where are we going?”

“Outside to paint before I get distracted and throw you on my bed instead.” Adrien ran his hand over her rounded behind and smacked along her lower curves, causing her to squirm on his shoulder with a gasp and moan.

“Keep doing that and I’ll misbehave enough you’ll have no choice but to,” Marinette’s tone was filled with dark promises, as she turned to peer at him with her hands on his muscular back and her lashes lowered.

A short laugh fell from him, as he shook his head and carried her down the hallway to the kitchen where the paint cans waited for them. He set her down onto the tile and grabbed the cans of paint to slide them towards himself. Thinking about them, reminded him about all the times he had wanted to paint his bedroom black as a teenager. The moments when he had wanted to envelope himself in darkness, but had been told he wasn’t allowed to.

“What’s wrong?” Marinette sensed the shift in his demeanor and watched him shake his head and take a deep breath.

“Nothing.” He went to grab the thin metal handles to hoist the cans up, when she placed a hand on one of his.

“No, nothing. Something is wrong. You can tell me. You know I won’t be upset or judge you, Kitty.” Marinette gave him a concerned expression, and he tried to push away the way it hurt him to see. Pity. Pity was something he didn’t like seeing on anyone’s face, but especially hers’.

He sighed and relaxed his hands onto the countertop, letting her run a hand over the back of one of his to gently grip it. “When I was a teenager, there was plenty of times where I wanted to paint my room black, but I was never allowed to. I mean, it could have been because it was hard to repaint over it, but I also sort of assumed it was some other way of trying to control how I lived. So, I was just thinking how now I’m getting to finally paint something the way I want to.” Adrien turned his head to look at her with a partially genuine smile, “And I am about to do that with someone who has zero expectations of me, who accepts all my broken pieces, and is willing to pick them up and put them back together. I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders and pushed away from the counter. “Anyway, painting.”

“Painting.” Marinette warmly smiled and touched his shoulder to reach up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “I’m proud of you, and I’m glad you finally get to do something you want to do.”

“Merci.” Adrien slipped his fingers around the handles on the paint and hoisted them up. “Can you grab the paintbrushes, paint rollers, blue tape, stir sticks, and the paint pans? I know I’m asking a lot. You know what? We can come back for all that.”

“No, it’s alright. I’ll grab what I can.” Marinette grabbed the two paint pans and stacked the black plastic containers to fill them with the items that would fit. “Easy as that.”

“Thanks, princess.” He leaned over, and she brushed her lips against his with a giggle.

“You’re welcome.” Marinette smiled and followed him outside with the paint rollers in her free hand.

Once they stepped outside, Adrien set up a tarp and placed the paint cans down onto it. Marinette dropped the items down onto the tarp and crouched down to begin organizing them to make it easier.

Adrien took the blue tape and walked over to begin taping around the windows and doors, choosing anywhere he didn’t want paint to touch.

“Probably could have bought one of those sprayer thingies to paint the house faster.” Marinette realized it was going to probably take them longer to do it this way.

“A paint sprayer?” Adrien peered over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow and chuckled, finishing up taping around the top of a window.

She snapped her fingers towards him without looking up from the items, “That.”

“I kind of like the tediousness of painting it by hand. Even if it takes longer.” Adrien shrugged his shoulders, walking over and grabbing a flathead screwdriver to wedge beneath the lid of one of the paint cans to open it. “Pass me a stir stick, s’il vous plait.”

Marinette picked up one of the flat wooden sticks and held it out towards Adrien. “Here.”

“Merci,” Adrien took the stick from her to begin stirring the separated paint until it reflected a solid color.

Marinette stood up and stepped back for him to pour some paint into both pans. The muscles in his forearms flexed, as he made sure they were both full enough, before setting the can down to tap the lid back on with the back of the screwdriver. Her gaze was lost on him, watching the way his muscles shifted with each slam of the end of the tool against the edges of the lid.

Adrien pulled the can aside and took one of the rollers to begin coating it in the charcoal-colored paint. Marinette began to join him by dipping and rolling her own in a paint pan.

She watched him walk over to the left side of the cabin and begin painting. “Did you ever think you would be painting your future house this color?”

He laughed. “No, but I can’t say that I don’t like it.”

Marinette walked up to begin painting on the right side to meet him in the middle. “It looks good in black.”

“You look good in black,” he teased.

“Pretty sure that’s my line, Sir.” She squealed when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and rolled paint onto the front of her shirt. “Ass.” She rolled paint onto his forearm, leaving a streak of darkness on his sun-kissed skin.

He laughed and swiped his finger along the black paint to put it on her cheek, causing her to spin around in his arms and do the same to his. He burst out laughing harder and grabbed her wrist, holding the paint roller, before she could do more damage. “Pretty sure this is shitty for our skin.”

Marinette giggled, “Should I care?”

With a shrug, he rolled his over her arm, and she took off running away from him with a loud sound.

“Pfft,” he set his roller into the paint pan and stalked towards her when she hid behind a tree. “You can’t escape, Marinette.”

“That’s what you think,” she leaned around the tall pine tree and stuck her tongue out and squealed when he rushed up to grab her. “Ha!” She swung around and booked it away, tossing her roller into the other paint pan and making it splash onto the tarp. “Shit,” she spoke under her breath before laughing and running around the back of the cabin.

Leaning against the back of his home, she waited for him to find her. The crunch of his brown leather work boots on the rocks made her heart speed up in her chest to the point she wondered if he could hear it too. Within moments, Adrien grabbed her wrist and yanked her around the cabin and against his hard body, causing her to scream and him to slam his hand over her mouth.

He brought his soft lips to her ear and whispered with a chuckle, “Got you.”

She giggled behind his hand, and he slid his hand down to grip her chin and slowly turn her head to the side. He shifted, running the pad of his thumb down the center of her bottom lip, and leaned around her to brush his lips against hers. Turning in his arms, she ran her hands up his chest to wrap her arms around his neck and stand on her toes.

He ran his hands down her back to grab her ass, hoisting her up and spinning her around to press her back against the side of the cabin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled away to search his emerald eyes.

He cocked his head to the side, pinning her there. “What?”

She shook her head, “Nothing.”

His shoulders fell and he gave her an expression that could only be defined as, ‘Really?’.

A giggle fell from her lips and she rolled her eyes and smacked his chest with a hand. “Alright, fine. I was just thinking about how happy I am, and how I didn’t think we would be like this again.”

He let go of her and let her slowly slide down to stand on her feet and gently gripped her chin to bring her gaze up to his. “Me either.”

She searched his emerald gaze, “Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?” Adrien kept his eyes locked on hers.

“Is it bad that I want my kitty, right now?” Marinette licked her lips, watching a corner of his lips curl up.

“Like...” he looked at the side of the cabin and then around them at the expanse of woods. “Now, now, or...”

“Well, the paint is going to dry funky, I guess.” Marinette blushed and rolled her eyes at the thought. “We should go finish that.” She went to slide out from under him, but he grabbed her hip to pull her back beneath him.

“Hang on.” Adrien peered down at her, watching her fall against the cabin.

“Hm?” Marinette sucked on her bottom lip and nibbled on it.

“We can finish that later.” Adrien ran his hand along her cheek, watching her close her eyes and lean into his palm with a sigh. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her other cheek and trailed kisses to capture her mouth again.

Marinette sighed, sinking into him and gripping his t-shirt in her fists. He stepped closer, sliding a work boot between her shoes and pressing his thigh between hers.

Grabbing her hip, he tugged her down onto his thigh and broke the kiss to speak against her swollen lips, “Roll your hips for me.”

A whimper left her lips, as he traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue and then flicked her top one. She rolled her hips, grinding against his thigh, as he deepened the kiss by sweeping his tongue along hers.

Her nipples hardened beneath his old shirt; all too aware she was wearing it. Her breathing came out in pants, and she gasped when he took her hands and pulled them behind her back until her breasts kissed the air.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck and bit and teased her pulse point until she was a whimpering and moaning mess. Her hips sped up, as she ground harder against his thigh.

He brought his lips close to her ear and moaned in a deep tone, “That’s it. I want you to come for me like a good girl.”

Her breath hitched and he licked and sucked on her pulse point until she trembled and her nails bit into his chest, and she came hard. He smirked against her sensitive skin, and trailed kisses up to her ear to whisper, “Atta girl.”

She slowed her hips and he slipped his thigh from between hers and she peered up at him with a soft giggle. “Hmm... Merci.”

Adrien nodded and tried to control his breathing, flexing his throbbing cock in his dark jeans. Marinette peered between them, taking in the imprint beneath his clothing and slowly looked back up at his lowered lashes.

“Let me help you.” She grabbed his black leather belt and made them spin until his back hit the cabin.

Adrien grunted and let his held breath go, as she slowly slid down to her knees to undo his belt and jeans. “You don’t have to, princess.” He reached down to run his fingers through her dark hair.

“I want to.” Marinette curled her fingers around the waistband of his jeans and black boxers to pull them down and free his throbbing cock from them.

Adrien peered down to watch her slowly lick up the underside of his hard dick with a bit-back growl, “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing you do that.”

She softly giggled, running her tongue along him and trailing open-mouthed kisses along the side of his hardened length. Running her tongue up the side she teased the head before wrapping her lips around it to take him to the base and back up to the tip.

Running her fingers along his balls, she teased him with her other hand and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his cock. He fell back against the cabin wall with a curse, running his nails through her dark hair, as she worked him with her hands and warm mouth and tongue.

Each tilt of her head, each sweep of her tongue, and hard suck, drove him to the brink of madness. His legs trembled and his hips thrusted, as she brought him to the edge.

“Fuck, Marinette,” the words fell from his lips in desperation.

She moaned and the vibrations of it teased his cock, and his grip tightened on her hair, as his thrusts sped up until his breathing hitched and he moaned and came hard. With a satisfied moan, she swallowed everything he gave her until he slumped against the wall and tried to catch his breath.

“Goddamn,” Adrien ran a hand through his hair, as she licked him clean with a giggle before fixing his pants and belt for him.

She stumbled to her feet, and he grabbed her upper arm to help steady her before pulling her in to embrace her and kiss the top of her head. “Good?”

“More than good. Damn.” He softly laughed and sighed, kissing her over and over again on the top of her head before she tilted her face up to capture his lips instead.

“We should finish painting.” Marinette sighed, not wanting to, but knowing they should.

“Okay. Give me a moment.” He sighed and swallowed hard before chuckling again, “Goddamn.”

She burst out laughing and hit her head against his chest over and over again.

Songs I Wrote to:

Issues by Julia Michaels

Angels Like You by Miley Cyrus

Chapter Text

Marinette stood in his bathroom, brushing her teeth and staring in the mirror, as Adrien walked up behind her and held out his razor.

“What,” she spoke around her toothbrush with a confused expression.

“I want you to shave my beard.” Adrien swallowed hard.

Her hand relaxed, along with her shoulders, “I thought you liked your beard.”

“I do, but I also can’t decide if I miss how I used to look, or if I don’t want to see how I used to look.” Adrien chewed on his bottom lip and rubbed the back of his neck. “If I hate it, I can just grow it back out.”

“But even if you do hate it and it has to grow back, will you be able to live with how it looks in the meantime. I mean, you’ll be staring in the mirror at yourself until it does.” Marinette thought for a moment. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t. I just wonder if you understand the entire repercussion for what you choose to do. It’s your face, your body, you can do whatever you want with it. I just wanted to be sure you understood.”

“I know. I’ve realized I’ll be staring at how I looked before I found out.” Adrien crossed his arms over his chest and gestured with the razor with a sigh. “I guess, I’m saying that I plan to do this regardless if you help me or not.”

“Okay.” Marinette took a deep breath. “Where do you want to do this?”

“The shower?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at her in the mirror and ran a hand through his golden hair.

“Okay.” Marinette nodded and took her toothbrush from her mouth to finish what she was doing in order to help him with his task.

Adrien left the guest bathroom and Marinette followed him back to his bedroom where the master bath was. She swallowed hard, unsure if this was the best idea considering he was still confronting everything from his past. Chewing on her bottom lip, her anxiety ran rampant.

She grabbed the back of his black t-shirt and yanked him back. He stopped in the doorway of his bathroom and turned around.

“What is it?” He peered down to see her concerned expression and he took her hand to place it onto his chest. “Feel my breathing?”

Marinette swallowed hard and quickly nodded.

“Look at me,” Adrien dropped his voice in a low and serious tone, causing her gaze to flick up from their hands on his chest to his forest-hued eyes. “Good girl. Breathe in with me.”

Marinette watched him take a slow breath in and felt his chest shift beneath their hands, allowing her to follow him.

He smiled and nodded, “Hold it.”

She held her breath and began to count in her head to ten, until she saw him give a nod and release. His chest shifted beneath their hands, and she slowly let her held breath out.

“Again?” Adrien searched her gaze and watched her swallow hard and nod. “Drop your shoulders, deep breath in, princess. It’s alright. I’m alright. You’re alright. Everything is alright.”

Marinette lowered her shoulders, she hadn’t realized were raised up to her ears, and took a deep breath in with him. She watched his kind smile return to his lips and took in the way the corners of his eyes crinkled like they used to, instantly making her heart feel better.

She held her breath with him and counted until he nodded again and they let their breaths go. “Merci.”

“Anytime, Marinette. Do you want to talk about it?” Adrien brought her hand up from his chest to softly kiss it.

“I’m worried you’re going to spiral if you shave your beard, which is dumb, I know. It’s your decision, and you’ve thought about it. So, clearly, it’s going to be fine, but I’m just worried.” Marinette began to ramble and spiral until he let go of her hand to gently cradle her face in his hands and bring her gaze to his. Instantly, she stopped talking.

“Breathe, bugaboo.” Adrien watched her nod in his hands and take a deep breath. “That’s better.” He watched her swallow and relax again. “I won’t lie and say I’m not going to spiral. I won’t lie and say there hasn’t been a moment since you wound up on my doorstep that I didn’t want to drink. But I can tell you that I don’t plan on pulling the stunt I did four years ago.” A corner of his lips curled up and he snorted, “Pretty sure Nino would kill me if I did that shit again.”

“It’s not funny,” Marinette smacked his chest, and it only made him laugh harder.

“Sorry. Sometimes laughing is easier than being upset about it.” Adrien sighed and licked his lips. “I want to take this risk with you. I feel safe with you, and if I’m going to do something so drastic, I’d rather do it with you beside me.”

“If you’re sure.” Marinette searched his gaze.

“I’m sure.” He brushed a thumb across her freckled cheek and leaned down to rest his forehead against hers to whisper, “It’ll grow back.”

“I know,” she whispered in return. “I’m just worried about your mental health.”

“I know. I’ll be okay.” He tilted his head and kissed her forehead. “Now, help me undress and get in the shower so we can do this.”

“Pfft,” Marinette rolled her eyes and shoved him away. “Real sexy timing.”

“It was going to be awkward either way,” Adrien chuckled.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Marinette was practically begging him at this point. She really didn’t want to watch him fall apart, despite him stating that he would be alright.

Adrien took her hands in his and shook them once to make her focus on him and his words. “Marinette, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to. I don’t know how many times I can tell you that, but I promise you, I want this.”

Marinette took a deep breath and nodded, watching him bring her hands to his pants. She slipped her fingers beneath his belt to run them along the back of the smooth black leather until she reached the buckle. Her gaze ran up to watch him reach behind his head to grasp the back of his black tee and pull it up and over her head.

Biting her bottom lip, she began to undo the silver plaque belt buckle. It popped open and the metallic ring of it hitting against itself echoed throughout the bathroom around them.

Adrien tossed his shirt over towards the hamper and ran his fingertips beneath her chin to graze his thumb along the side of her jaw. He raised her gaze to his and gave her a warm smile.

“It’s okay, Mari.” Adrien kept his voice low and calm.

She swallowed hard, as the corners of her eyes burned. “I’m scared.”

“Of what, princess?” Adrien searched her gaze.

Her lips quivered for a moment before she blinked away her tears and gave in. “Of losing you.”

He suddenly let her chin go to wrap her up into his arms. His bare chest pressed against her cheek and he sighed, “Oh, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”

She nodded against his sculpted pecs and licked her lips. “Promise me.”

He took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh, “I promise.”

Marinette pulled away to peer up at him, yanking on his belt to jostle him, “I mean it.”

“As do I.” Adrien gave her a serious expression. “I promise I’m not going to do anything worse than what I’m about to with you.”

“You promise?” Her lips quivered again, as her throat grew thick.

“Yes, princess, I promise with every fiber of my being. I put my life on it.”

“Don’t say that.” She shoved him by his hips, and he laughed. “Terrible.”

“Okay, okay, I’m serious.” Adrien pulled her back in by her wrists.

“Good.” She undid his jeans and slipped her hands beneath the waistband to shove them down to his ankles.

He stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side before removing his socks and tossing them onto the growing pile. Marinette walked over to turn on the shower, and Adrien walked up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. Adrien trailed kisses along her shoulder and up the side of her neck to tease her pulse point with his lips and tongue.

A shiver ran up her spine, as his soft fingertips ran along her hips and teased the hem of her shirt. She moaned and sighed, getting lost in his soft caresses, as he raised her shirt up and over her head.

Adrien tossed her shirt onto the pile of clothing and went to work on her jeans to add them as well. His gaze raked over her, taking in her curves and how gorgeous she looked in her black lace lingerie.

Reaching up, he pinched the clasp on the back of her lace bra and undid it. The straps loosened and fell down her upper arms, and she let the bra fall to her feet. Adrien ran his hands down her body to slip them beneath the sides of her lace underwear, teasing her by pushing them down and back up.

He parted his lips against her pulse point and grazed his teeth along her sensitive skin before sinking his teeth into her. A gasp fell from her lips followed by a moan that shot straight down to the apex of his thighs. His cock hardened and throbbed beneath his black boxers, and all he wanted was to sink into her tight, wet, pussy and feel how badly she needed him.

Running his hands down her hips, he shoved her underwear down and let them fall and pool around her ankles.

“Step out of them,” he whispered against her ear before running his tongue along the shell of it and wrapping his lips around it to tease her. Her nipples hardened and ached, and a gasp left her once more when his hands ran up her body to cup and caress her breasts. His thumbs ran over her peaked nipples, and he growled and moaned in her ear. She placed her hands on the fogged glass of the shower, as he worked her nipples between his fingers and caressed her breasts. Stepping forward, he pinned her to the chilled glass and caused her nipples to brush against the cold smooth surface.

She gasped and moaned, as she throbbed between her thighs and the chill of the glass bit her sensitive nipples. She bit her bottom lip, arching her back to press herself against his hardened length, practically begging with her body.

He groaned against her ear and slid one hand down her stomach to settle between her thighs. His middle finger slid between her slick folds to tease her sensitive clit. Her breath caught, as he slipped his foot between hers and slowly spread her open.

She panted, as he added a second finger to tease her. He spread his fingers, spreading her open for him and running his middle finger along her clit to work her up more.

Licking her lips, she got lost in the way he caressed her sensitive clit and the way his hard cock pressed against her body. “After this, can you take me to your shed?”

He smirked against her neck and slowly licked along it before pressing her lips against her sensitive skin. “You wanna play?”

“Yes, Sir.” Marinette’s breath hitched, as he sped up his finger against her sensitive clit.

“Then get in the shower for me.” Adrien slipped his hands from her body, causing her to whimper from his loss of touch.

Marinette stepped into his shower, watching him drop his boxers and grab his razor to follow her. She stood beneath the hot water, reaching up to run her hands through her long dark hair and sighed from how good it felt.

He set the razor down on a built-in shelf and hurried to pick her up. She squeaked and wiped the water from her eyes, as her back hit the cold tile. The moment she opened her eyes, she was met with a smiling Adrien.

“What?” She suddenly burst out into a fit of giggles when he leaned forward to tease her neck with his lips. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’re addicting,” he mumbled against her skin, biting it one last time before pulling away to let her back down from around her hips. He eased down onto his knees and ran his hands up her legs and placed one over his shoulder to spread her open for him.

Leaning forward, he ran his tongue from her entrance to her aching clit to tease her. Her hand flung down to his hair and gripped it, as her hips rolled against his mouth.

He wrapped his lips around her pussy to suck on it and let it go. Running his tongue up her pussy, he stopped at her clit to tease it. She arched her back, and her breathing hitched, as he worked her up until she was on the edge.

Suddenly, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it into his warm mouth, flicking it faster with the tip of his tongue, until a moan burst from her lips and her hips bucked faster as she came hard.

Adrien rode out her climax until her hips slowed down and stilled. He lowered her leg back down and pulled away to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up.

Stepping back to stand beneath the cascading water, he tilted his head up to take some into his mouth and spit it out beside him a few times, before reaching up to run his hands through his long golden hair.

She fell against the wall and watched him, taking in the way his muscles flexed and moved beneath his sun-kissed skin with each run through of his hair. How his abs shifted and the deep-v at his hips made her want to bite them.

“I think you’ve got that wrong.” Marinette pushed off the wall and touched his chest to push him back until he fell onto the bench in his shower. “Where’s your shaving stuff?”

“Over there.” He gave a short nod toward one of the built-in shelves.

Her gaze ran over to where he had nodded towards and she took in the shelf with a trimmer, the razor he had carried to her, and shaving cream. “Do you usually shave in your shower?”

“Sometimes.” Adrien shrugged and leaned back, slowly spreading his thighs wider. “But I brought those in here before I went to find you.”

Marinette ghosted her hands over her options and grabbed the electric trimmer first. It was one she was familiar with because it was the same one he had years ago. “I’m surprised you didn’t replace this yet.”

“It works well. I’m not going to buy stuff I don’t need just because it’s the newest model.” Adrien rolled his eyes.

She choked on a laugh and nodded, “Fair enough. Ever logical.”

Adrien watched her push the button to turn it on and again to turn it off. “It’s full charge.”

“I figured.” She rolled her eyes at him and walked back towards him to straddle his hips on the bench. Gripping his chin, she brought his emerald gaze to her sapphire one, “Last chance to tell me no, Adrien.”

Adrien grabbed her hand holding the trimmer, hit the button, and instead of answering with his words, he made her shave a line up his beard. Her eyes widened, watching the muscle in his jaw tick. “Do it.”

Marinette licked her lips and tilted his head to the side to finish what he started. She ran the trimmer from beneath his jaw and up along his cheek. With each pass, his beard disappeared and became shorter until it was nearly gone.

She tapped beneath his chin, and he titled his head up and shifted his top lip for her to get rid of his mustache until that was gone too.

She hit the button and brushed the loose hair from his face, chest, and shoulders, searching his eyes. Looking over his face, she took in the same person she had fallen in love with all those years ago. Her throat felt thick and tears pricked the corners of her eyes, as she stared into his familiar face.

“It’s okay, princess.” Adrien softly smiled, watching her take him in.

“It’s—I—” Marinette lost her words.

“It’s hard, I know.” Adrien ran his hands along her arms.

“It’s not that.” Marinette took a deep trembling breath. “You just look so much like how I remember you as. It’s a lot.”

“I know.” A corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. “It’s okay.”

She set the trimmer beside him and ran her hands along his rough cheeks, tracing the lines of his face like she hadn’t seen it in so long and forgot what it felt like. “I’m so sorry.” She ran her arms down his neck and around it to bury her face into his neck. “I’m so sorry I did what I did.”

He wrapped his arms around her and softly kissed along her shoulder. “You don’t need to apologize anymore, Marinette. What’s done is done. Let’s try to let it go and move on.” He took a deep breath and pushed her away to look into her broken gaze with a kind smile, “Now, grab my razor and finish it, so I can spoil you in my creepy shed.”

Marinette choked on a laugh against his neck and nodded before slipping from his lap to grab his shaving cream and razor. Adrien shifted on the bench and watched her pick them both up and come back over to him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer.

“Come here.” Adrien kept his voice low, peering down at her breasts and hips and yanking her back onto his lap to straddle it. The muscle in his jaw twitched, as he swallowed.

She held the razor out to him, and he took it. Marinette put some shaving cream into her palm and set the container down to rub it along her hands before running the white foam over his cheeks, above his top lip, along his chin, and underneath it. Adrien held still for her, running his right thumb along the side of her hip. She took the rest of the foam on her hands and ran it down his chest with a giggle, as he rolled his eyes at her.

“Where else was I going to put it? You’ve trapped me here.” She stuck her tongue out to tease him, and he ran an index finger along his messy chest and booped her on the nose with it. She gasped at him, “How rude.”

“Could say the same about you, bugaboo.” He held the razor out for her. “Here, princess. Finish the job.”

Marinette wiped the shaving cream from her nose, took the razer from him, and watched him tilt his head to the side for her to begin shaving his face. She took her time, trying to ignore the way his fingers grazed her thighs and hips or the fact he was hard beneath her.

Adrien swallowed hard and shifted with each pass of the blade.

“You know… how am I supposed to rinse this off if I’m stuck here?” Marinette slipped from his lap to rinse out the blade.

“Middle drawer of the bathroom sink should have cups.” Adrien watched her rinse the razer underneath the hot water before stepping out of the shower to grab a cup from the drawer.

“You know, this would have been easier if you had grabbed it before we got in here. I’m soaking your floor.” Marinette picked on him, as she rummaged through the cabinet.

“If only that was for a more fun reason,” Adrien threw back, causing her to almost slip.

“You need to warn a girl before you say shit like that, Adrien,” Marinette scolded him and turned back around with the small cup in her hand to get back into the shower with him. She shivered for a moment from the cold, and he raised a hand to crook two fingers towards her in a come-hither motion.

Filling the cup with hot water from the showerhead, she walked back to him with swaying hips and set the cup of water beside him. Crawling back onto his lap, she gripped his chin and turned his head to begin running the razor back up beneath his jawline and over it. She rinsed out the blade to begin running it down his cheek.

“I haven’t done this for you in years.” Marinette focused on her work, poking the tip of her tongue out, as she did.

“It’s been a bit.” Adrien softly laughed and went back to caressing her thighs and hips with his fingertips.

Marinette softly smiled and finished up shaving his face with a last pass of his razor. He took the razer from her hand, as she rinsed it in the cup.

Adrien grabbed her hips and lifted her up and carried her with him to the water. She squeaked when the warm water hit her and poured down over them. He chuckled, letting her wipe the left-over shaving cream from his face. “Thoughts, princess?”

Marinette looked over his face, taking in how familiar it was, and her heart started beating hard in her chest. It had been years since she had seen him looking the way he was. She swallowed hard, running her fingers along his smooth cheeks, and a part of her missed the beard because it had felt like a new beginning. Like a restart between them, but now it felt like they were falling backwards, which was really dumb for her to say, but for some reason it symbolized that to her.

“You look upset,” Adrien let her down until her feet touched the tile, and he cradled her face in his hands. A tear fell down her cheek, and he caught it on his thumb. “Talk to me, princess. What are you thinking?”

She sniffed and peered up at the ceiling. “It’s so dumb.”

“Nothing is dumb,” Adrien brushed his thumb along her cheek with a weak smile. Her reaction hadn’t been one he had wanted to see, and he was now beginning to worry about his choice more so due to her and not himself.

She sighed and her shoulders sank. “I think for some stupid reason, the beard symbolized us starting over and it being new. It made me realize you were your own person and making your life your own, and now it feels like we’ve stepped backwards. I don’t know what I’m saying, or if that even makes sense.”

“No, it does. But…” Adrien placed one hand on the tile behind her and ran his other one down to her chin and tipped her head up with his fingertips. “… it will grow back. I can have a beard again, if it makes you feel better.”

She grabbed his hand to pull it away from her face. “It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s your body and your face. You get to choose what you want to look like or what you want to do. It’s not up to me, and I don’t want it to be.”

Adrien nodded and took his hand from the tile wall behind her, “I understand.” He shifted his jaw for a moment, pressing his lips together, before opening them to speak again, “Then I guess I should also tell you, your reaction was enough to make me miss it, and I haven’t even seen my face.”

Marinette sighed and rolled her eyes, “Don’t take my reaction as a reason to not be happy with it. You look good, Adrien. I mean, you look goo- good either way, and—mmph.”

She was interrupted by him slipping his hand around the back of her neck to press his fingertips along the sides of it and pull her in to capture her lips with his. She relaxed against him and parted her lips, letting him dip his tongue inside to sweep along hers.

He broke the kiss and softly laughed, “I love you to death, Marinette, but shut up.”

A blush fell on her cheeks and she raked her teeth along her bottom lip. “Okay. Sorry.”

“No, don—” he sighed, shaking his head and looking down between them before slowly peering back up at her through his golden hair, “—You don’t need to apologize. That wasn’t my intention.”

She would be listening fully if he didn’t look so damn attractive looking at her the way he was through his long blonde hair, or if she wasn’t aware they were standing naked in his shower.

“Are you listening to me?” Adrien tilted his head to the side, and Marinette peered up at him with parted lips. “Marinette.”

“Right. Yes. I’m listening.” Marinette blushed a deeper rose, and watched him slowly smile.

“You’re cute when you’re distracted.” Adrien held her chin between his fingers and thumb and leaned down to brush his lips against hers. When he pulled away, he watched her flutter her lashes to open her eyes again. “Want to show me what I look like, after we rinse off?”

She nodded, “Alright.”

“Great.” He pulled away from her to grab body wash and begin showering, sharing his items with her too.

Once they were done, Adrien stepped out of the shower to grab towels for them. He tossed her a sage green one, like the one she had seen earlier, and watched her stare at it in her hands with a reminiscent expression.

“What are you thinking, bugaboo?” Adrien dried his hair and body with a plush white towel before wrapping it low around his hips.

“How when you gave me a similar one when I got here, all I could think about was how I would put you in this color with shades of plum because it brought out your eyes and looked great with your skin tone.” Marinette warmly smiled and began to use it to dry off before wrapping it around her body.

“I remember that.” Adrien laughed and ran his thumb and fingers along his smooth chin. “God, it feels weird doing that without a beard now.”

Marinette burst out into giggles and walked up to him to grab his hips and spin him around towards the mirror above the sink. “There. Now, you can see what I do.”

Adrien focused on the mirror, taking in his reflection. He appeared older, but she had been right about the fact he looked more like when they had dated before. “I see what you mean.” He swallowed hard, taking in the hard lines of his jaw and the way his throat shifted when he swallowed.

“You, okay?” Marinette ran her hands down his forearms to comfort him.

“Yeah, yeah. I just— I see what you mean now.” He gave a crooked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You hate it.” Marinette wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against him.

“I do, but…” he turned around in her arms to peer down at her, “it’ll grow back.” He tipped her chin up and leaned down to brush his soft lips against hers. “It’s alright. I’m glad I took this risk, because now I know we both are happier when I have a beard. Which seems so trivial and stupid.”

“I told you,” Marinette softly giggled.

“But for us, I think it means more than most.” Adrien kissed her again, sinking into her, while she sank into him and gripped his hips. Breaking the kiss, he softly smiled, “Now, let me show you just how fun my shed is.”

“Pfft, okay, Master Noir.”

Songs I wrote to:

baby pink by Camila Cabello ft. Eem Triplin

Nasty by Sickick