Worth The Wait - Chat Noir x Fem!Reader

CHAPER TWENTY EIGHT - Slice of Heaven

Let me please you.

Word Count: 2911

WARNING: Excessive smut for some of chapter, vanilla (no kinky shit), vaginal fingering, fluff, major angst, unprotected sex

"Adrien," I whispered quietly before he could address me, taking him off guard.

His mouth hung open slightly, floundering silently for a moment as he took in the sight of my unusual choice of clothes. His eyes dragged along the dark starchy fabric, lingering on the garters peeking out from the lace rim of my short skirt.

His hand fidgeted with the lapel of his suit, as if he was adjusting it to conceal the inner pocket sewn into the front. "Wh—I thought you were getting ready for the after party."

"I was but I ran into some trouble." I dismissed his concern with a small wave of my hand, narrowing my eyes in suspicion at the absence of a source for the other voice. "Were you talking to someone?"

"What do you mean?" Adrien asked, twisting the ring on his finger nervously.

I crossed my arms against my chest, leaning my hip against the counter. "I heard an argument. Sounded heated."

"It's nothing. I talk to myself sometimes when I'm frustrated." He didn't meet my eyes.

I set down the knife and took a step closer, my eyebrows furrowing slightly in concern. "What happened?"

A pause before he spoke.

"I saw you earlier, but I didn't notice your... outfit."

"You did?" I dried my hands on my apron. "I didn't see you."

"I know." His tone was tight. "You were too busy talking to Luka."

"You know him?"

Adrien shrugged. "I've seen him around. How did you meet him?"

"At your party. I talked to him but our conversation was pretty short."

Adrien took a deep breath, running his hands through his carefully groomed blond hair. A few strands fell messily in front of his green eyes, ruining the image of perfection he'd had curated. He stood at the edge of a precipice, close to cracking.

His voice was soft. "Do you like Luka?"

I inhaled, taking a deep breath before explaining myself. "He's nice and I like talking to him—"

"Good for you—"

"But he's not you." His eyes snapped to mine at my words. In the silence, a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Are you... jealous of our friendship?"

"I don't get jealous," Adrien lied.

"I just talked to him, I didn't think—"

Adrien took a step closer, forcing me to move away from him further into the kitchen. I nervously pushed the cutting board towards the opposite end of the table. My back pressed against the cool metal of the counter, the chill seeping through the thin material of my dress into the warmth of my skin.

"I know, you never think! Never think that you could be taking things too far, or about someone else's feelings!"

I shivered, but not from the cold. His words cut me to the bone, exposing me and all my faults.

He'd never raised his voice like that ever. Not to me.

I hated the burn his disappointment left on my skin but the heat curling in my lower stomach at his tone was a small comfort. Despite the shame for it.