Can't Resist This || MariChat

⚠️ S i x || A g a i n ⚠️

(WARNING: THE '⚠️' MEANS THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TRIGGER WORTHY SUBJECTS. THIS INCLUDES SIN, SELF-HARM, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND/OR VIOLENCE).

The unlikely duo and their routine of arriving at a pub, their only objective being to have 'fun' was quite unhealthy. Although, they only proceeded with these ideals on three occasions until they realized the severity of their bad habits.

The third time around..

"Are you ready, Princess?" The Parisian hero flashed her a sexy smile and once more, one of the forbidden 'sex' rooms became occupied. As anticipated, loads of sweat, moans, and sexual intercourse were produced; Chat and Marinette didn't put a stop to their actions until four a.m... again.

"Chat," Marinette gently murmured, out of breath and exhausted. "Maybe we should stop.. you know.. with these types of nights. My parents wonder where I am every night and I refuse to enlighten them that I'm at a bar. You understand, right?"

Chat didn't hesitate to agree, saying, "I understand. We should've snapped back to our senses sooner, I'm genuinely sorry.. I'll take you home."

He swiftly sprung over the Parisian roofs thanks to his staff and gently placed her down in her bed. "Night, Princess. Hopefully we can talk again soon." He kissed Marinette's forehead and carefully climbed out the window located in her bedroom.

"Night, Chaton. L-Love you!" She called out to him, meaning it this time in comparison to the previous times during sexual intercourse. Without realizing it, she had practically fallen head over heels for the feline.

The bluenette sighed, reminiscing the past few nights. "It was lovely while it lasted, it's unfortunate we had to put an end to it, though." Upon saying this, her kwami eyed her concerningly, hoping Marinette would realize the consequences that would soon follow.

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Adrien woke up the succeeding morning, feeling dizzier than ever. "Mmph, Plagg, what time is it?"

"It's currently nine thirty a.m.." Plagg yawned and ate some leftover camembert his Miraculous holder had left him last night.

"Dang, I must've slept in late." The blond haired boy stretched his muscular arms and forced himself out of bed. "Ugh, I have a headache too. Shame on me, I guess."

He glanced outside and wondered if Ladybug would ever return, but he gradually recognized that he had fallen in love with Marinette due to their past few nights of sexual deeds. That led the model to wonder if Marinette would reciprocate his feelings and knew that regardless of the circumstances, he wouldn't know unless he visited the bakery.

"Plagg, we're gonna go tonight over to Marinette's house!" He announced to his kwami. "We're not going to be drunk and we're not gonna have 'fun' either; let's see how she's doing." To this, his kwami replied by acknowledging his mission and giving a slight nod, continuing to consume his dreamy camembert.

Adrien sighed softly, moved to his swivel chair, and logged onto his computer. He was determined to search for clues about Marinette, perhaps stumbling across her Instagram somewhere on the internet, considering he had completely given up on Ladybug.

Becoming bored rather quickly, he logged onto YouTube and clicked on the 'Trending' tab. The video that upheld the number one standing was titled, "Famous Superhero Chat Noir Caught Making Out With Marinette Dupain-Cheng?! NOT CLICKBAIT!"

Adrien froze in his seat, stunned, but intrigued. His curiosity got the best of him and he clicked on the video to see a bunch of people dancing. He listened to the dialogue between the male who was recording and his friend. (A/N: Person 1 = the dude who was recording; Person 2 = the recorder's friend).

*Queue people dancing in the background.*

Person 1: Yooo, Brent! Look over there! *The camera turns to focus on Chat and Marinette.*

Person 2: Oh wait, isn't that Chat Noir? Sick, dude!

Person 1: You know it! Look next to him.. *Pauses his dialogue and gasps.* Isn't that Marinette? THE Marinette Dupain-Cheng? She used to go to our school!

Person 2: Ooh, dang! She was a senior when we were freshmen, Roger?

Person 1: Yeah, considering that we're seniors now.. she's twenty-one.. think. I dunno. On the upside, she looks ten times hotter now than she was when she was a senior.

Person 2: Fuck yeah! Let's go ask her if we could hold a threesome.. maybe a foursome if you're including Chat Noir!

Person 1: Well, it's a bit too late now. Her and Chat just left, and they could be anywhere at this point.

Adrien immediately closed his laptop. His only thought was,

Ah, fuck.