*Adrien missed first period. Bustier wants to see him after class.

*Adrien stayed awake during class. Bustier is not upset.

*Adrien came back from the park on time. Bustier is not angry.

*Adrien went to go see Bustier like she asked. Bustier is glad.

**Adrien went to go see Bustier like she asked. Alya and her friends went home without Adrien.

***Adrien went to go see Bustier like she asked. Chloe and Audrey will remember this.

"Let me go see Miss Bustier. I don't want her to get angry with me."

Adrien waved goodbye to his friends and headed straight for Miss Bustier's office. He knocked a few times before letting himself in. The office was small but not cramped. Enough room for a her desk and a few chairs in front. He took a seat and checked his phone. Apparently, the message Nathalie sent was about an impromptu meeting for Style Queen.

Adrien shrugged. Chloe would probably be there and Audrey would most definitely be there. He could see them later or another day. If it was important, they would have called him instead of sending a text.

The door opened and Miss Bustier came in.

"Oh good. You're here," she said.

"You said you wanted to see me," he said.

Bustier turned her back to Adrien, preventing him from seeing exactly what she was doing. However he managed to see Bustier lower the cover for the window and heard a click at the door.

'Click?' he thought. She locked the door.

Miss Bustier turned back around and looked Adrien up and down with hungry eyes.

"Yes," she started. "You missed first period."

Miss Bustier sauntered over to where Adrien was sitting. She spread her legs and sat on his lap, facing him. She put on hand on each shoulder. She grinded her groin against his. She could feel him getting harder, and he could feel her getting wetter. They looked into each other's eyes.

"And I want you to tell me exactly why you missed first period," she whispered. Miss Bustier leaned in and kissed Adrien. She gave him a few more kisses on his lips and then to his neck while Adrien's hands went up under her blouse and bra.

"Well I-," Adrien tried to say.

"You were with another woman. Weren't you?" she asked. Miss Bustier grabbed Adrien's hands, making him squeeze her breasts harder.

"Did you fuck her?" she asked. "Did you make love to her?"

"Miss Bustier, I-," Adrien stammered.

"Like the way you're going to make love to me?" Miss Bustier asked.

Adrien nodded and pulled her in for a deep kiss. A moment later, Bustier stood up off of Adrien to take off her shoes and her bottoms. Adrien quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles but stayed in his seat.

Bustier grabbed Adrien's cock and guided into her pussy as she sank down back on top of his lap. The two lovers moaned as they became connected. Bustier grabbed the chair Adrien was sitting on and slowly began to rock. Adrien grabbed Bustier's breast again from under her blouse.

"Oh!" she moaned. "I've been waiting for this all day."

Bustier bounced on Adrien's cock. Each time earning another moan from Bustier and another creak from Adrien's chair. Adrien closed his eyes, trying to let his sense of touch take over and enjoy the feeling of her soft breast and wet hot pussy.

Bustier's hands went down to Adrien's abdomen, trying in vain to lift up his shirt.

"You ever show up late for my class again and I'll keep you here longer," Bustier warned.

"Oh yes," groaned Adrien.

"Tell me why you were late," Miss Bustier said through her teeth.

"I-I was fucking," Adrien stammered between breaths. "I was fucking in the shower."

"That's so hot!" Bustier bounced harder on Adrien's cock until he came. Bustier slammed herself hard down on his hips. His cum shooting deeper inside her. He could feel her pussy tighten around him as she reached her own orgasm.

"Holy shit," she sighed.

"Wow," Adrien said.

"Sorry," Miss Bustier apologized, regaining her composure. "I just...really needed that today. I swear, if you had done anything else today I would have used that as an excuse to drag you in here earlier."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Adrien said.

"Don't apologize," Bustier kissed Adrien and stood up. "You were great."

"What can I say?" Adrien shrugged. "I'm hot for teacher."

"Oh you," Miss Bustier laughed.

The two took a moment to enjoy the afterglow. With the both of them bottomless it was easy to notice the cum and sweat dripping down from Bustier's legs. Seeing that started to make Adrien hard again.

"Well, my office hours are ending," Miss Bustier said. "Did you have any plans?"

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?"

“There is something wrong with that ensemble and I can’t pinpoint what or if there isn’t? I don’t know. I think I’m losing my mind.” Adrien undid his bun and shook his hair loose. “God… what is wrong with me?”

“You fell for the man, didn’t you?” Marinette smirked at Adrien and took a sip of her own coffee.

“What?” Adrien peered up at her with interest.

“You fell for the rockstar.” Marinette laughed and bit the tip of her tongue.

“Is it that obvious?” Adrien brought the cup of coffee to his lips.

“It is.” Marinette giggled and got up, walking over to touch the ensemble that was currently on a mannequin. “As for this…”

“Yes?” Adrien shoved himself away from his desk and grabbed his coffee, walking over to her.

“This is sitting at a weird spot.” Marinette ran her fingers along the bottom hem of the skirt. “About .65 centimeters off from where it should sit to be fully flattering.”

“That’s the problem!” Adrien gestured with his coffee, nearly spilling it.

Marinette giggled and grabbed the coffee cup before he could ruin the outfit. “Calm down. You know… he cares about you.”

“But does he love me?” Adrien sighed and gave her a worried expression.

“Well… some… are better at showing love than speaking it. We all have our own love language. His is not through words, it’s-”

“Through actions.” Adrien acted like he had some epiphany.

“Exactly. Music. Music is what he uses to show how he feels,” Marinette giggled.

“You’re right, but he doesn’t believe in soulmates like I do.” Adrien’s shoulders slumped at the thought.

“Just because someone does not believe in soulmates… does not mean that they can’t feel love.” Marinette poked Adrien in the chest. “The hem, bring it up .65 and you’re golden.”

“Thanks, Marinette.” Adrien warmly smiled and nodded.

“He’ll tell you, just give him time.” Marinette kissed his cheek and left him alone.

Luka walked past her into the office and searched between her and Adrien. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Adrien warmly smiled and gestured to his desk. “She brought coffee.”

“Oh, nice.” Luka walked over to kiss his cheek. “Hem needs adjusted on that, huh?”

Adrien was shocked that Luka had noticed it like Marinette had. “Damn, I must be blind.”

“Why?” Luka grabbed his wrist pin cushion and crouched down to adjust the hem, peering up at his boyfriend.

“Nothing,” Adrien laughed and crouched down to help Luka pin the hem of the skirt.

“C’mon, something is bothering you.” Luka smiled at Adrien and took out a pin to adjust the place the skirt hit.

“I just- I never knew I could feel more at home until you held me in your arms.” Adrien blushed and Luka stopped pinning the hem to kiss him.

“Me too,” Luka softly spoke with a warm smile.