Chat Noir x Reader (and more)

One Shot: Street Love, The Aftermath

/Author's note: since there are so many of you who really enjoyed my first part of this /oneshot/ i decided why not? this part will take place after the battle and the aftermath of their dates and playful fun. enjoy :-)/

It has been about two days since you met that sly cat in the alley and danced to your hearts content with him. You've quit ballet, you've picked up hip hop, and a new hobby. Break dance. You didn't know him, but this kid who called himself Chat Noir showed you that there is way more to dance than you originally realized. You've changed in style since then as well. You've picked up this grungy slouchy style; ripped up jeans, flannels, wicked nice eyeliner that your mom never let you wear, vans, etc. Chat hasn't called you like he said he would but I guess you couldn't blame him. He was competitive, he's probably been dancing and just doing Chat things, like hitting on anything that moves most likely. That thought kind of bothered you but you knew you couldn't be so special.

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Your day went on and you were passing some new kid at school, he seemed nice, face of an angel, and he smelled really nice. Too bad he wasn't in your class, but his locker was right next to yours. He never said hi and neither did you but you did see on his gym bag that his name was Adrien Agreste. Hm, sounds like a movie star name, funny, he really didn't seem like the type to be famous and snobby, but what would you know? You don't watch the news or read any newspaper, you got to the point of only being outside to walk to and from school, otherwise you were practicing dance, looking up dance moves on the internet, day and night, you practiced. You wanted to be ready next time you had an encounter with him. Just as you were headed home, you were walking down the stairs to leave school when you heard heavy footsteps quickly behind you. You turned and, Adrien, he was running toward you at mad speed and ran his shoulder into yours as he passed by, knocking your books from your hand by accident.

"Oh! Sorry, I gotta go, I-I'll make it up to you okay?" He helped you with few of your books but quickly left again before you were able to respond.

"Make it up to me, huh?" You sighed and picked up your books and headed home holding your shoulder a bit. For a small dude he had lots of strength it seems, wonder where he gets it from.

Later that night you were practicing some moves that you'd been having trouble with in your room when your phone buzzed. It was an unknown number, yet the person told you to meet them in the alley near central-- odd, how did this person get your number, and how did they even know who you were. You were highly frightened and didn't really know what to do. You responded with, "Who is this?" Almost immediately after sending the text, a response reading,

"It's Chat."

You gathered your bag and darted from your apartment so quickly, your mom didn't have any kind of time to ask what you were doing. This was your chance to show off some of your moves to him, and you were beyond hyped up. Hastily you heaved out, "on my way." without even a chance to know anything further. You rushed down your building stairwell and out to the alleyway to see a silhouette flipping a coin, as he brings his face into the light you see him, your lovely Chat.

"Chat! I- I mean, hey,, its you again, whats up?" He smirked and scoffed strolling his way toward you. "Ready for round 2? We got a match in 10, hope those clothes are flexible." Your eyes got wide and you stepped back. "Shit for real?", you questioned. "Duuh." He grabbed your wrist and dragged you along behind him toward the next alleys over where the battle was about to begin.

The group formed up with yourself and Chat at the front, your beats started bumping and your bodies started moving. With each step your practiced moves were coming through with Chat following you in your lead and beat. Chats starting to vibe with you and your new moves in beat to the music so much he starts to grind a little closer than before on you to spice up the performance, as all sly cats do, always got to show off. The beats are speeding up and so is your footwork, within each fastening beat your toes dont miss a step Chats team begins to lose you as you quickly become the star of the performance. Eventually Chat holds out his hand for the team to stop dancing and just watch you, he crosses his arms with a smirk smug against his face as they all watch you in awe, doing your thing. The music brings itself to an abrupt stop and you stop with it right in time. You're heaving but you did it, you showed Chat what you were really made of, you weren't just some ballet brat. You're different now and it was all because of him. You turn around to see Chat start the round of applause for you and you melt to the floor, catching your breath and taking it all in. The other team preformed after you were praised but stopped mid-dance because the crowd was not impressed after your performance. The small crowd of onlookers and other street dancers cheered you on as Chat picked you up declaring yet another victory with you at his side. He out you down and smiled for you to just hug his neck, smothering him the best way you could, "Can we get outta here?" you whispered. It was time for your questions to be answered, who was he anyway? He nodded at you and took you by the hand away from everyone as they continued to celebrate without you, they didn't even notice.

You and Chat led yourselves into an empty dimly lit alleyway where kisses began to fill air, he kissed your neck and felt his way up your spine, you ran your fingers up the back of his neck and inhaled sharply as he bit down hard on crook of your neck, "yow!" Sorry kitten, kitty got excited. You snaked your hands up around his cheek and rubbed his face, making your way up around his eyes slowly wiping the black makeup off. "H-Hey, you! Quit it!" He tried to pry your hands off of him but with his yanking hands he pulling your hand quick enough for one more wipe of his paint for you t see his skin and eyes more clearly. He pulled away n stared deep in your eyes, "Now why'd you have to go and do that? I told you I'd make it up to you but you didn't give me time to make it special, you're persistent huh?" He frowned but then smirked once more as your face overcame with shock, "New kid? Adrian?"

"Hiya kitten. Whats up?"
"Are you not like a celebrity or something?" You peered into his face as he looked away n scoffed at your assumption. "Nah, just a model because of who my dad is, its not that big of a deal." Your eyes rimmed wide, "So the model Adrian Agreste is actually a street cat? Well thats a twist." He turned you around so that you were now standing over him while he leaned against the wall and rolled his neck back, "Just don't tell anyone kitten, it'd ruin a lot of things for me." You looked down a bit and shuffled your way against the wall next to him and sighed. "I guess this'll have to be our little secret, huh? Wow, only a week in and were already keeping secrets together, thats exciting."

"You're an odd thing kitten," he ran his hand down your forearm and intertwined his pinky with yours, "but i like it." He pulled your face toward his and planted one on you in that dimly lit alleyway, you knew this was gonna be quiet the life to live.