#nudist!Adrien

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DISCREPANCIES

Yet another Daminette post.

An actual fic this time. IDK if this will remain a one-shot or nah.

It’s not everyday you discover that the person you are undeniably attracted to is a retired hero. Damian did not know whether to feel horrified or relieved.

This was Jason’s fault like always. He just had to go and befriend Marinette as his alter-ego. And somehow that ended up with her outing her past so she could purge the pit madness out of him because she was kind and generous like that.

But who was he kidding, Damian was happy for his older brother. This was Jason’s chance at normal life. Besides, demoting him back to Peter sounded like an appropriate retribution anyways.

Now, Spoiler, Orphan, and Red Hood were on Marinette’s balcony as was agreed upon. Since Marinette was familiar enough with Damian and his mask could only cover so much, Robin was relegated to chair duty since it was too risky to have him in the meeting. So he wormed his way into a task he would normally leave to the other members of his team to be able to observe - babysit - his siblings in fear that they would scare Marinette off.

Through the Bat-computer, Red Hood could be seen knocking four times against Marinette’s glass door when the clock struck ten. Not a second later and it slid open.

Damian did not expect to see a topless blond. And so did everyone else it seems from the sound of gasps coming from inside the cave and the monitors. He could not even imagine any guy close to Marinette without the risk of popping a vein. But there he was, gaping at the view of an unknown guy his age standing in her apartment.

“Oh, hey. It’s the batfam!” The man grinned like it was completely normal to have three vigilantes on what was supposed to be a lone woman’s balcony. “Come in! Mari’s waiting in the living room.”

Mari?

An invisible weight dropped against Damian’s stomach. This guy was apparently on nickname basis with Marinette.

The footage shook slightly as his siblings step foot into Marinette’s home. He ignores the pit in his stomach in favor of taking in every detail he could. Cream walls, random trinkets, vintage decorations, and a painting he recognized as a gift her gave her, framed and hanged beside a vase of irises. The weight in his chest seem to dissipate at the sight.

Then the footage pans to the topless guy again as he opens a door. He could hear Timothy whistle in appreciation and Damian would have shivered in disgust if the monitor did not currently have the vision that is Marinette Dupain-Cheng plastered on it.

She stands and smiles and Damian could only stare. He was glad the monitors were generations better than the ones his father originally used. He could see how her eyes crinkle into half moons as she greets his siblings.

“Sit wherever you like.” Her voice sounded just as refreshing coming from speakers.

His siblings all settle around on their chosen seats. From Spoiler’s view, the topless blond is seen leaning against adjacent wall. Where the fuck is his shirt?

“Uh, is he supposed to be here?” Spoiler points at the guy and Damian takes note of this, she did always support him in his paltry romance endeavors.

“Oh! This is Adrien Graham de Vanily—“ Ah, yes the next name to be added in Damian’s ledger. “—but you may know him as the first Chat Noir.”

Oh.

That changed everything. Marinette told Hood about her relationship and role in the Court. She mentioned that she was closest to the cats and the dragon - they had a good camaraderie. They were teammates. Friends. Just friends.

But why in the world was he without a shirt? Does he not have any decency, lounging there like he was some sort of nudist? Is this some datum of friendship Damian was not aware of?

“And why is he…?” Yes, Stephanie asking the right questions.

Marinette eyes her friend and sighs. “Ah, we were—“

“We were in the middle of a very heated debate,” Graham says with a smirk and Damian swear he could see crimson. He squeezes his armrest hard.

Footsteps sound from his back. “Dames, it’s probably nothing—“

“Fuck off, Drake.”

“Okay! Woah. Last names. Geez, you really like her.” Before Damian could respond, a smack echoes through the cave.

On the monitor, Marinette is shown standing by Graham as she slaps him on the arm repeatedly. It sounded like music to Damian’s ears.

“Stop.“

Smack.

“Saying.“

Smack.

“Stuff“

Smack.

“Like“

Smack.

“That.“

Smack.

“People will get the wrong idea!” Marinette admonishes but her efforts are futile as Graham laughs louder at every contact of her hand against his skin. She faces Damian’s siblings with a slight flush on her face.

“We really were debating,” she says.

“About what exactly.” Red Hood drawls in amusement. “And did he really need to be shirtless for it?”

“It was to prove a point!” Graham exclaims.

“And the point being; you lose!” Marinette slaps him again.

“You’re biased! I’m literally a model!”

“Ex-model!”

“B—I—A—S—E—D.”

“Am not!”

Graham sticks a finger into each of his ears. “Your biased opinions are painful. I gonna get tinnitus,” he snickers and that seems to stop Marinette from hitting him again. Shame, it was beginning to get entertaining.

She glares at him for a second which just seemed to amuse Graham even further.

“You know what,” Marinette starts. “You can call me biased and I won’t give a fuck.” Damian definitely did not get hooked at the way she cursed.

Marinette pokes Graham’s chest before taking a huge breathe.

“Because for me, Damian Wayne is way hotter than you.”

.

.

.

Tim gasps beside him. “Holy shit.”

Holy shit, indeed.

Damian sat there, fully aware that he was probably as red as the accents on his suit. His head was ringing with embarrassment and he swears that he might get thermal shock if he tries to breathe in the drafty air from the cave.

And Marinette was not even finished. She pokes at Graham with ferocity - her every word clear with conviction.

“You may have abs but Damian was literally carved by the Gods.”

Damian disagrees but preens at the compliment anyways.

“I will die happily after he lets me take a body shot off of him.”

She can’t! Damian would be the one doing the dying the moment her tongue touches his abdomen. And he has been through it before, what’s one more if this is the particular cause of death?

“So, you do wanna bone him!” Graham exclaims smartly.

“Kwami! Yes, I do! Can this discussion wait another time?!” Marinette shoves him this time. Damian can hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears.

“But why don’t you?!”

Good question.

“Because we’re friends! And I’m fine with that!.”

Graham raises any eyebrow at her. “Are you?” He asks and she falters, stepping back with her arms crossed.

“Y-Yes!”

“You’re a shit liar.”

Marinette tries to slap his arm again but her catches his wrist. “You are more than just your duties, Marinette.”

The way Graham’s playful demeanor melts of his face suddenly reminds Damian that this man was a hero, a child soldier, who lived with his emotions under duress for years. His voice was solemn, grave with grief.

“You’ve given up more than anyone for the sake of the Order.”

“Adrien—“

“Why can’t you take a pause and live—“

“It’s not that!”

“Mari—“

“Damian isn’t interested in me—”

“You don’t know that!”

“—He’s gay!”

What the actual fuck?

“He and Jon dated. How am I supposed to compare to his best friend? And that’s even if he would so much as look at me which he never will because he is not interested on the opposite sex!

No. Nonononono. This was nightmare, somebody wake him up. Damian and Jon kissed twice and that was the end of it - you could find more spark in a coin battery. And he looked at Marinette plenty. He just makes sure she could not see him doing so like the sneaky assassin that he was.

Timothy had dropped to the ground a while ago and was cackling so hard that Damian fears he might pop open like a kernel and loose his spleen. Again.

From the monitor, his siblings were laughing up a storm as well as Marinette and Graham stood there in confusion.

“Wuahahahahahaha—He’s not—hahahaha—The Wayne kid is—Oh my god, I’m so glad I volunteered to be here.” The feed from Spoiler was pointed at the ceiling. Damian could imagine her clenching her stomach as throws her head back in laughter.

“He’s bisexual.” Orphan says, amused. The only reliable footage came from her albeit a little shaky.

Marinette blinks at her. “And you know that how?”

“We talk. Rescue him and his family all the time.” Hood and Spoiler could be heard agreeing.

Graham pushes Marinette down on her spot on the couch. “And now that we’ve established that, you are going to make a move on him,” he says.

“I will not.”

“You will—“

“He doesn’t see me like that!”

“—after you heal M. Hood.”

That snaps the mood in place and the conversation is stirred away from the topic of Damian.

Said subject was unfocused during the rest of the meeting, his thoughts replaying every single interaction he and Marinette had. In the end, he came to an obvious conclusion:

Marinette will be getting that body shot.

~

AN: There you have it folks! Another one from my archive. I just edited the dialogues. And speaking of archives, should I post this on AO3?

Inspired by the recording contact lenses in Battinson. Here we have an indirect Daminette confession witnessed by Cass, Steph, Tim, and Jason.

You may have noticed that Damian first-names his siblings in this one. I always though that it would be a good measure of his growth as a person. And I headcanon Damian going from last names to middle names to first names as his tolerance (read love) for his siblings grows. He goes through middle names because his male siblings absolutely detests it (except Duke). Imagine pubescent Dami addressing Jason as “Peter”.

Adrien taking his mums maiden name after handing Gabriel’s ass to him? This is non-negotiable. But I really had no idea if I should write Damian referring to him as Graham or Vanily. I like graham crackers so there you go.

Damian and Jon as a ship will always have a place in my heart. Like I can see them trying for more but deciding against it. I think Jon has a partner in the comics. And with his new age, he and Damian now have this space between them I hate with a passion. (I saw a fan-art of Damian crying about how his Jon was taken from and I bawled like a baby. Please do link that art in the comments. I enjoy pain.)

And finally, should I make this a multi-chapter fic? Or is it satisfactory as one-shot?

[lordmartiya]

@mlbfemslashfebruary My (late) entry for day 14, dedicated to the weirdly fascinating pairing of Lila and Marinette. Set early in season 4, here's the first half of "Trust and Secrets Are to Be Treasured".

It was bad enough for Marinette that she had a cold, and had to skip school and the date with Luka. But to have Lila, of all people, bring her the homework? Get in her room while she couldn’t keep her away from her secrets?

“You do realize your mom will kill me if I try anything funny, right?” Lila said, almost as if she had read her mind. Or just her expression. “You say anything, and she demonstrates on me how a Monk’s Spade technique can be applied to a baker’s spatula.”

“How do you know about that?” Marinette asked, worried about how much her worst school enemy knew about her family.

“She did it on live television during the debacle with Jagged Stone, and then I looked up what Chinese weapon resembles a spatula the most. But let’s talk about sweeter things… Like these bugie I’ve brought you. They’re my favorite bakery good.”

For a moment, Marinette feared the food the other one was offering her was poisoned. Then her mind translated the food’s name, and she realized Lila Rossi was literally feeding her lies, and admitted she liked them.

“Seriously?” she asked as she involuntarily chuckled. “That was worse than Chat Noir’s puns.”

“Thank you. Though I suspect you’d like my truth better.” was Lila’s reply as she produced an envelope. “Here I have a handwritten list of all the false claims I’ve made and other bullshit I’ve pulled since I came to Paris, including a few things you would never suspect, and an USB drive with evidence, all to be used as needed.”

“What?! What are you trying to pull?”

“I’ve simply realized I fucked up. Deeply. Did you know I collaborated with the big bad butterfly man willingly, twice? All knowing I can easily take the idiot down and “save Paris”… And then that jackass’ stunt in New York nearly destroyed the world, twice. And I found out he got Shanghai destroyed by accident, though Ladybug fixed that. That’s when I realized the mess I’m getting myself into just to get back at the spotted near-nudist” once again Marinette cringed at her costume being practically painted on “and panicked. I was this close turning my hair in a wig and abusing embassy resources to create myself a few fake identities when I realized there was a better way, just give my leash to someone I can trust not to abuse it. That is, you.”

Marinette blinked as she processed the situation. To quote Chloé it was utterly ridiculous… But it made sense. It was even flattering that Lila trusted her so much. Still, she had to ask something.

“Why do you hate Ladybug so much?”

“Because she nearly destroyed me out of jealousy. I mean, remember my famous interview? I expected Alya to hold on it for a few days and then verify it with Ladybug, allowing me to reveal I had pranked the entire school… And then It was published on the same day. How many chances that Alya could be stupid enough to publish it without checking? And I even helped her getting some information I had stumbled upon and she was looking after on that day… Right as I was flirting with Adrien. Clearly she saw it and went to Alya to confirm it and then humiliate me, only for Adrien’s reaction not being what she expected and changing her plans.”

Marinette had almost no answer to that, not after what she had done with Kagami out of jealousy. Except that “Alya becomes an idiot whenever Ladybug is involved. Enough she thought Chloé was her even after she was saved by Ladybug on live television.”

“And how was she supposed to know it wasn’t a Lucky Charm decoy? At the time it was still plausible. But nevermind that. I hope I’m proven wrong… And trust you to keep the secret until it becomes necessary to stop me.”

“Ohhh…Kay. I’ll do it. What about Adrien?”

“There’s billions of people on this planet, I’m not going to obsess on one of them that already has a girlfriend. I think I already told you that once. And speaking of them… I’ve heard Andrè the Ice Cream Man let you choose your own magic ice cream, and it was orange and green like my favorite outfit?”

At that, Marinette blushed. She also swore to get even with whoever told Lila about that.

[minetteenfers]

You Make It So Hard (One Shot)

Marinette stood in their kitchen over a pot of boiling water. She stirred the pasta that was currently cooking. She wore a pink apron with black flowers on the corner. Her hair was up in a bun and the dress she wore beneath it was handmade by her and black with bright green accents. She sighed as she slowly stirred the pasta. She didn’t know how she had gotten to where she was. Had no idea how she had ended up living with Adrien Agreste of all people, but there she was. There was one thing that she was not used to and that was that he- Her thought was broken off when Adrien walked into the room. 

She nearly dropped the spoon she was holding. No matter how long she had been stuck with him as her roommate… she never had gotten used to seeing him the way he was. Her eyes skirted up his muscular legs, skipped over his hips, and ran up his abs and pecs until she reached his eyes. 

“Is it really necessary for you to walk around nude all the damn time?” Marinette shook her head and went back to stirring the pasta. 

Adrien walked past her and brushed his hip against her, causing her to shiver. “It’s a lifestyle. Embrace it. It’s so freeing and I enjoy it. The human body is a beautiful work of art, Marinette. Accept it.” Adrien grabbed a cup from the cabinet beside her like it was totally normal for him to be walking around their kitchen nude. 

“Just because you are a nude art model now and a nudist doesn’t mean that I- mmpf.” Marinette was interrupted by his slender index finger over her lips. 

“I take pride in the fact that I am who I am. I am no longer kept hostage by the ideals of my father. Let me be free. Please.” Adrien let his finger leave her lips as he poured himself coffee and walked away from her to sit at the kitchen table. 

“Do you really need to be this way to be free? Like you can’t at least wear tiny shorts?” Marinette whined as she watched him widen his legs as he took a sip of his coffee. 

“You should try it Marinette. There is nothing wrong with being this way. It’s natural for us to want to be nude. It’s just society that has put this stigma on it.” Adrien shrugged and drank his coffee. 

“Yeah, but my heart and eyes can’t take a well muscled, toned, man walking around my house.” Marinette whispered under her breath as she went back to focusing on dinner. 

“What was that?” Adrien peered over his toned shoulder at her. 

“No-nothing. I just- I can’t invite people over with my roommate walking around naked all the damn time.” Marinette sighed as she tried to get away from her original statement and thought. 

“You can just warn me and I’ll put on jeans.” Adrien shrugged. 

Marinette’s mind wandered to him in low sitting designer jeans, bare feet, and no shirt. Somehow that thought was worse than the damn man walking around their house naked.

��“Can-” Marinette hit her fist down against the counter with the spoon in her hand. “Lord.” 

“What?” Adrien searched her form as he peered at her. 

“Nothing, it’s fine. I don’t want to make you be someone you’re not. It’s not right of me. Just- it’s hard.” Marinette gave in. 

“What’s hard?” Adrien licked his lips and parted them in thought. 

“Being around you…” Marinette gestured to all of him with her hand. “Like that.” 

“Never thought that would come out of your mouth.” Adrien was surprised. 

“Well, I’m full of surprises. Much like you.” Marinette made a frustrated sound as she shoved on pastel pink oven mitts and grabbed the pot angrily. She took it over to the sink to drain the pasta. 

“Hang on. What are you even talking about?” Adrien stood up and walked over to the island. 

“I thought you being the son of this massive fashion mongul, Gabriel Agreste, and being a fashion model… not even that long ago would make you the perfect roommate! I am sitting here trying to create my own brand and image. Trying to swim in shark infested waters! I thought it would be in my best interest to live with someone who knows fashion inside and out. Who grew up with it! Yet here you are!” Marinette gestured up and down his body after slamming the hot pot in the sink. “Dropping haute couture modeling, taking up nude art modeling, and walking around the damn place nude like you don’t live with a friend!”

“You know…” Adrien leaned on the sink with his palm and an unamused expression. “If you wanted help with the fashion industry and how all that bullshit works? You could just ask me. I don’t need to wear clothes or walk runways to know that hell. Also… glad to know that you only see me as a walking ball of knowledge on the shittiest industry that I can imagine, but please tell me more about how little you think of me as a ‘friend’. Because ‘friends’ definitely treat themselves this way.” He pushed off the counter and took off past her. 

She quickly spun to face the direction he had walked off on. “Where are you going?” 

“Out.” Adrien threw his hands up and brought them back down. 

“It’s raining!” Marinette called after him. 

“Don’t care!” Adrien came out a few minutes later in black joggers, a white shirt, and a red hooded jacket. Red Converse sat on his feet as he grabbed his keys from the table and shoved them into his pocket. 

“Adrien… I-” Marinette searched his back as he froze in front of the door. 

“Look. You chill out and I’ll maybe talk to you later. Clearly we need some time apart.” Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head before he left out the door. 

Marinette turned to face the sink, gripping the edge, and staring at the pasta as the steam faded. “Look what you’ve done now, Marinette. You are one terrible person.” She sighed and gripped the sink harder. She got lost in the memories of her and Adrien since Lycee. How much she had put him on this pedestal that was surrounded by these crazy ideals that no one could amount to. It was truly insane when she thought about it. She put just as much pressure on him as his father and something about that made her sick to her stomach. She worried her lip as she got lost in her thoughts. Got lost in how terrible she really was. How she wasn’t much farther than one of his crazy fans. She sighed and thought about going after him before she picked up the pot to take it out of the sink. 

The door suddenly opened and slammed shut, the sound of keys hit the counter, and within moments a pair of chilled hands were on her cheeks. She had only mere seconds to process a pair of emerald eyes gazing into her widened sapphire ones before cold, damp, soft lips were on hers. She sighed and slowly closed her eyes as she lost her grip on the pot, causing it to fall to the floor. His arms gathered around her waist and pulled her against his wet clothing. She parted her lips as he deepened the kiss and she melted in his arms. 

Adrien broke the kiss and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear that had fallen out of her hairstyle as he warmly gazed into her dreamy gaze. “I’m sorry that I didn’t meet your expectations.” 

Marinette shook her head and ran her fingers up the sides of his face and tangled them into his wet hair. “You’re soaked.” 

“I went for a run.” Adrien softly smiled at her. 

“You’re going to catch a cold like this.” Marinette bit her bottom lip as she played with his hair. “I’m sorry for putting those unrealistic expectations on you.” 

“It’s- it makes a lot of sense you would think that. I will help you, if you want.” Adrien warmly smiled. “Show me what you’re working on.” 

Marinette smiled up at him and pulled him back down into a kiss, holding him there for a few moments, causing him to sigh and hold her tighter. She broke the kiss and slowly ran her hands up his torso, along his pecs, and across his shoulders to push his jacket off. 

“What are you doing?” Adrien peered down at her with a shocked expression as he let the jacket fall to the ground. 

Marinette shrugged as she ran her hands along the hem of his shirt and pushed it up his body. Adrien reached over his shoulder and pulled his shirt up and over his head. He shook his wet hair, causing droplets to shower over Marinette. She burst into a fit of giggles and he laughed at her. 

“There’s the girl I remember.” Adrien smirked at her and choked as he felt her fingers along the band of his joggers. “Maybe not.” 

“Shut up. You’re soaked and I don’t want you sick.” Marinette rolled her eyes as she shoved them down. 

Adrien laughed and stepped out of them, untied his shoes, and pulled them off along with his socks. “Better?” 

“Almost.” Marinette left and came back with a towel. “Bend down.” 

Adrien bent down slightly and she began to dry his hair. “You know there are a lot of animes like this.” 

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure the guys wore clothes.” Marinette giggled and she heard him burst out in a laugh from underneath the white towel. 

“Some.” Adrien laughed and Marinette shook her head. 

“Only you would know what ones involved clothes and what ones didn’t.” Marinette giggled and Adrien laughed harder. 

“Hey. I don’t know which ones had it. I’m not that good.” Adrien peered out from under his messy bangs as she slowly brought the towel down his body, drying him off slowly. “And I think you’re enjoying this too much.” He peered through his long lashes as he smirked at her with heavily lidded eyes. 

“Stop.” Marinette whacked him with the towel before she went to work cleaning the pasta from the floor. 

Link to it on AO3 (rated M)

[princess-of-the-corner]

Fairy Tail AU

Marinette instantly had a bad impression onFelix and Adrien because "Why does this guild has nudist!"

Honestly she meets Adrien on his own first so she's like "Well you're kinda weird but you do that in a non-threatening way so I'll let it slide because everything else about you is great."

Then she meets Felix and she's like "oh Ice Mages are just Like That".

[ghostlyhamburger]

sweet revenge

(what happens when ghostly gets bored and thinks, what if Marinette and Adrien were roommates and also he was a nudist)

Rating: E

Read on Ao3

Marinette never thought she'd get used to seeing Adrien's naked body, but here she was.

It was definitely a shock at first, when he announced he wanted to walk around their apartment naked, and an even bigger shock when she saw his dick for the first time. Even flaccid, it was a very nice specimen, and she snuck a few more looks at it than necessary.

But anything can be normal after long enough. Marinette managed to stop staring at Adrien's penis, instead only sometimes getting distracted by his abs and pecs and oh god why did she think it was a good idea to be his roommate

After a very tense evening of playing video games with him (did you know dicks flop around when playing Wii tennis? Marinette knows that now) she figured something had to change.

So the next morning, she got up as normal, except she didn't bother getting dressed. In fact, she removed her pajamas and slid off her panties before leaving her bedroom.

She acted as though this was perfectly normal, even though the apartment air was chilly on her exposed chest. Her heart was pounding, knowing that at any moment, Adrien was going to see her naked.

Marinette knew she was attractive, she'd seen enough comments about "the Ladybutt" online that she knew what people thought of her figure. But she cared about random strangers a lot less than she cared about Adrien's reaction...

"Morning," Adrien said sleepily, entering the kitchen. Marinette glanced up from the counter, where she was chopping up some fruit, and smiled. Adrien's eyes grew wide. "Uh, Mari, you're..."

"Naked," she replied, matter of fact. He was staring at her breasts and she was determined not to get flustered. "You're right, this does feel pretty good! You don't mind, do you?"

"N-no, you're fine," he replied. "Can, uh, can you pass me a banana?"

She stepped out from around the counter to hand him the fruit, and she did not miss the way his eyes flicked down to her crotch. (Thank God she'd shaved.) "Here you go."

She tried to peek at him, but he quickly took a seat at the kitchen table and crossed his legs.

"Any plans for today?" She asked casually.

"I was just going to watch some TV and relax," he replied, his mouth full of banana. "Wanna join?"

"Sounds good."

When the two moved to the couch, Adrien was quick to grab a blanket. He sighed almost as soon as he sat. "Would you mind switching the TV over to the chrome cast input?"

"No problem," she replied. She bent over to pick up the right input cord, and shivered slightly as she felt air brushing past where it usually did not. She knew Adrien could see, and the thought made her a little wet. Could he see that too?

"Marinette," she suddenly heard. She turned to see Adrien with the blanket now awkwardly bunched in his lap, his hands at fists by his sides. "Can you please put on some clothes?"

"Nah," she replied. "Maybe you should have worn clothes sometime over the last month." She sat beside him on the couch and side checked him playfully, as they had a hundred times before, but now her skin felt like fire where they touched.

Adrien whimpered. She glanced at him, confused, and then looked at the blanket on his lap as the situation finally clicked.

"Adrien Agreste, are you turned on by me?"

"No," he lied.

She gave him a wolfish grin. "Then you won't mind sharing that blanket with me?"

His hands held down the blanket. "Nah, I'm good."

"Come on," she teased, grabbing the edge of the fabric.

Adrien sighed, glancing up at the ceiling for just a moment before abruptly turning to Marinette, cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her. She froze for just a moment, but soon melted into his touch, letting herself relax against him. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he seemed to snap, pushing her back against the couch cushions, his body on top of hers.

The wadded up blanket between them shifted, and his cock, hard and wanting, strained against it between her legs.

"You have no idea--fuck--how long I've wanted you," he practically growled, his teeth catching her lip, his hands sliding along her sides. "I've been trying to get your attention for weeks and you won't even look at me, now you tease me with this..."

"Oh, I've been looking at you," she murmured in response, her hands resting on his chest, his lips moving to her neck. "Needed to give you--ah!--taste of your own medicine..."

He kissed her lips again, softer this time. "Marinette... I'm tired of pretending like we can be just friends. I'm tired of acting like I'm not in love with you."

"You are?" She asked, feeling suddenly warm. "I-I mean, I know you loved Ladybug, back in school..."

"I never stopped," he said, and his tone was so open, so honest, that she couldn't help but kiss him again, her hands splayed against his chest as she tried to convey all her feelings for him through the one kiss.

"I've been in love with you for years," she murmured. "Just kissing you like this is a dream."

He grinned at her and pressed his body against hers again. "My Lady, if you only wanted to kiss me, you'd have more clothes on."

"You're not wrong," she said with a smile. "But what do you want with me?"

"I could take you to my bedroom," he said, carding his fingers through her hair, peppering her face, her neck with small kisses between his words. "Take you to my bed and make love to you all day long..."

"Sounds nice," she murmured, relaxing into his touch, letting her hands slide further down his chest, fingers exploring the contours of his abs.

"Or I could just take you right here, right now," he said. "Move this blanket, get my cock in you, fuck you into the couch. You're wet enough for me already, aren't you?"

"God, yes," she murmured, moving one leg to wrap around his hip.

"You like when I talk dirty to you?" he murmured. "Do you want my cock, my lady? Do you want me to fuck your pussy?"

She groaned in frustration. "Adrien, if you don't fuck me right now I'm going to move out, I swear."

"Can't have that," he murmured, lips at her ear, his voice low, husky. "I'm going to make you mine, and then I'm never letting you go."

He lifted his hips just enough to grab the blanket and tug it out from between them. His fingers slid between her legs, finding her slit, easily slipping inside her.

She moaned softly, watching Adrien's face as he fingered her. His eyes raked over her body, lingering on her breasts before he stared at where his fingers entered her. He was smiling before his tongue darted out to swipe against his lips.

His hand felt amazing, talented fingers curling inside her, but she wanted more. "Please, Adrien, please, I need you..."

He shifted, lining himself up with her, and pushed into her slowly. She groaned, moving her legs to let him thrust deeper.

"Marinette," he murmured as his hips meet hers. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she responded, before her words dissolved into whimpering moans.

He moved slowly at first, pulling nearly completely out of her before sinking back in fully. She clung to him, enjoying every sweet second, but her body craved more, the depravity his voice had promised her.

"Fuck me," she groaned against his ear. "Fuck me so hard I never forget the feeling of your cock inside me."

He grinned. "As my lady commands." He began to move faster, thrusting into her harder, each time hitting a spot deep within Marinette that made her see stars.

She let her mind wander away from her, becoming lost in the sensation of his cock, his body, his lips. He practically consumed her, every part of him touching her, holding her, taking her, and she wanted to freeze this moment and stay in it forever.

But all moments end, and this one ended with a crashing wave of pleasure as her body quivered and thrummed with her heartbeat, her lips crying out for "Adrien Adrien Adrien!"

He grunted, his eyes meeting hers and her name spilling from his mouth as he came, releasing into her.

When he pulled out of her, letting the cool air of the room rush between them, Marinette was quick to smile at him.

"I believe you said something about making love all day long?"

Adrien grinned. "Your room or mine?"

[terrible-miraculous-ladybug-aus]

AU where actions take place in Kill La Kill universe where Kagami is the main character (Ryuko), Marinette is the Grant Couturier (Nui) and Adrien is the officer of Nudist Beach. Kamuis and Goku uniforms grant superpowers instead of qwamis and akumas More action and fights, PG-13

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

You Make It so Hard

You Make It So Hard by QuantumChickpea

When Marinette decided to move in with Adrien Agreste... she didn't know that he would have dropped everything to become a nude art model and a nudist. She was hoping for something else.

Words: 1731, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: adrienette - Freeform, nudist!Adrien, Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Aged Up, Adults, nude art model Adrien

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/22847920

[minetteenfers]

So, I remember how that nudist Au thing started. I think I was talking about my Sims and how Adrien is always walking around naked. LOL Because every time I turn on the game... he’s literally not wearing a shirt or not wearing anything. LOL

Most the time I find him on the PC or dancing. LMAO The only time he stops to do those things is if he randomly goes to kiss Marinette or flirt with her. XD I made him get dressed to get that first photo. XD