Miraculous One-Shots and Smuts

🤍 painting - adrien/chat [hoodie pt. 2] 🤍

hi!~ here's part 2! it has just a little lime from adrien again, but it's not much, so I put it as a one-shot!

I actually did write this on the bus lmao. the next part will have some action, don't worry! there may be 4 parts, depending on how long the next part is!

I will be writing a marinette one soon as well! I'm going to finish these parts and then work on it!

enjoy~

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Y/n walked into the school holding her arms together. She was only wearing a spaghetti strap crop top and needed her hoodie to cover herself. But what shocked her was when Adrien Agreste, the supermodel, walked up to her — holding her hoodie. "I found this on the ground yesterday at fencing. Your locker didn't shut all the way because of it." Adrien could barely hold his embarrassment in as he knew what he had done with the hoodie.

"Oh, thanks Adrien!" Y/n blushed lightly and walked away. Adrien let out a sigh of relief and went to sit on a nearby bench. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw himself jerking off with her hoodie in hand. He put his head in his hands and groaned. He kept his eyes open as much as he could, and a few minutes later he saw someone wearing fishnets and boots up to him.

Adrien looked up. "Are you okay?" the girl of his dreams asked. He stared at her for a hot minute before nodding his head. Y/n had a secret crush on the boy as well, though one of her friends, Marinette, had a bugger crush. Y/n wasn't one to hurt her friends, but oh boy did she like Adrien.

It was hard for her to stop thinking about Adrien. Though every time she did, she told herself that there would never be the option for them to date. Too many girls of Paris had a crush on him, one of her best friends. It was just a sad situation that she couldn't get out of.

"Well if you need someone to talk to, I'm always here!" she spoke and started walking away.

"Hey, wait," Adrien spoke up. The girl turned around to look at him. "Can I talk to you about... girls?"

She was shocked but nodded and sat down next to him. "I really like this girl, but I don't know how to tell her. It's like I cant get enough of just seeing her every day. My stomach turns thinking about her and my heart beats out of my chest.." he paused and looked around before looking back at Y/n. "It's like I crave her, like an addiction."

The (hair color) hair girl sat shocked as she never heard a boy say anything like this. And what hurt the most, was that piercing feeling that she thought he wasn't speaking about her. "Well, I think you love her, Adrien. I've never heard someone say anything like that before, and honestly, I'd love for someone to say that about me.

"The best I can tell you is to tell her. To what you described, she seems like a great person. The least that could happen is that she doesn't like you back, but honestly, who wouldn't like Adrien Agreste?" Y/n spoke with a small laugh at the end. Adrien listened plain and clear and watched her every move. The way she held her hoodie a little too tight, the way her eyes shifted down to the ground when she spoke, the way her voice lowered when talking about "this girl." He wanted to tell her right then and there that she was the girl he was in love with, but he couldn't.

The bell rang and the two looked up. "Well, I have to go now. See ya," Y/n said and got up, walking quickly away. Adrien watched her and then stood up himself, walking the other direction to his class.

"Fuck!" Adrien moaned out into the pillow as he came once again, his hand soaked in cum. He laid back and groaned, moving the pillow from his face to find a floating Plagg eating camembert.

"You gotta stop doing this kid. You come home every day and just do this to yourself. You gotta tell her, like she said." Plagg told Adrien, eating his cheese. Drien sighed and sat up, slipping on his boxers and pants once again.

"It's not that easy, Plagg. Kwamis don't fall in love, remember?"

"I'm in love with my cheese!" Plagg argued and flew to get another piece. Adrien laughed slightly and stood up, walking to the window.

"I guess I could go for a run," Adrien said to himself. "Plagg, claws out!"

As he jumped out of his window and ran across the buildings using his staff, he noticed a strange figure on fop of the Eiffel Tower, so he flew up there, expecting to find Ladybug. Though he found a girl with a canvas, gently painting smooth lines across it. He recognized the hair and walked over to her. "You know you're not supposed to be up here, right?"

Y/n didn't jump, keeping a steady hand until she finished the stroke. She lifted the brush and looked at Chat Noir. "They left the elevator running. I came up here to paint." She turned back to her canvas and continued.

"I'm supposed to take you back down, you know that right?"

"Just let me stay a little longer?" she looked at him with a smile that warmed his heart.

"As long as I can sit with you, fine," the cat themed superhero said and dropped onto the floor next to her. She continued to paint, one line after the next. The drawing of the balcony view of the tower amazed the cat, getting lost in the painting.

Chat watched her pick up a toothbrush and dip it in white paint, flicking little white dots onto the galaxy colored artwork. "That makes stars? I thought artists just painted dots for stars.." he spoke aloud, not meaning to.

Y/n turned to him with a smile, "Yep! It's the easiest way." She sat the toothbrush down, along with the paints, and turned towards him. "Would you like me to paint something on you?"

The question sparked his curiosity as his ears popped up. "Really? Right now?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah! What would you like?"

"A- Anything!" he said with excitement. Y/n smiled and grabbed a new brush and dipped it in white paint.

"Here, put your hand on my leg," she spoke. Chat happily did so, leaving his hand there, being still. Y/n started painting. She painted his hand, up to his wrist, all in white. From there, she made it look like it was dripping down his arm. The cat watched, staying still as she worked. Once she was done, she pulled away.

"It should dry pretty fast," she said and began cleaning up her things. Chat looked at it in amazement, seeing how she didn't miss any spots and the paint was still flexible. Once done with her things, she put the backpack on and grabbed the canvas. "I'm done, you can go now."

"L- Let me take you home, it's safer that way."

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