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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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You meet Joe at a bar. He’s there by himself following a convention. He’s in a poor disguise but he just couldn’t stand being stuck in the hotel room anymore. You recognize him but approach him as if you don’t know who he is (to not draw attention to him). You offer to buy him a drink because he looks so lonely.

You’ve had a few drink yourself and you start to dance on him. His hands start to roam and you drag him to the bathroom. You squat down and start to suck his cock. Before things go too far, he lifts you by your chin and kisses you deep.

He asks if you want to go back to his room. And you do.

After you are done (smut is up to you), you are laying there and he starts to explain who he is. Then you admit that you knew but you didn’t want to make it a big deal.

OK I'LL DO IT 🥴👀 PREPARE YOURSELF.

Word Count: 4.5k (Definitely my longest Joe x Reader imagine!)

Under 18's DNI.

You're almost too proud to admit to yourself how many times you looked over to the smallest corner of the bar, watching the man in question sip on his drink, one hand on his cheek leaning his elbow down to the countertop whilst scrolling through his phone. That man being one of the most talked about actor's in the industry at this moment in time, Joseph Quinn.

You and your friend were just on the verge of leaving when you eyed back to the corner he was positioned in and then instantaneously made the decision to make up telling her that you were going to stay a little longer because one of your friends she didn't know very well were meeting you at the pub, stating you'd forgot to mention. You knew you had no intentions of keeping this short and sweet but to simply even just say hello to him would be amazing and if it didn't work you'd just leave. The string of white and possibly innocent lies fell from your lips had you now about to be able to do just what you wanted, you shared a hug, said your goodbye's and she left. You flicked your hair in a matter of self confidence and wandered through the small crowd's of people flooded around.

Maybe it was the liquid courage that had given you the confidence, which then had you edging towards the side where Joe was stood, slamming your bag down on the table and sitting on the stool, at least only a metre away and one stool away to see if he'd notice. Surely enough, it worked, Joe hovered his gaze up at you at the sudden noise, double taking until he was well and truly scanning your features, you felt his eyes burning through your peripheral vision as you took out your card from your bag; waiting to be served for a drink.

You thought you were imagining things when a hand reached for your forearm, clenching his fingers around it, Joe held onto you with a concerned look on his face. "I hope you don't mind me prying, but are you alright love?"

You shot a look straight to him, throwing him an overly flashy smile, scrunching your nose up and nodding. "Yeah I'm okay."

"You just seemed a little, erm what's the right terminology to use here... pissed off?" Joe tilted his head to the side, his doe eyes still set on you, you even noticed the way they flitted down, was he checking you out?

You change the subject quickly, avoiding the lies you were already pulling off. "You here alone?" you turned on your stool to face him, resting your hand under chin.

"I am. Was pretty bored so I found the first pub I could to come and get a few drink's in." Joe admitted.

"Well you want another? It's on me." You flashed your card up to him and he shook his head.

"So I'm assuming you're on your own too? Wouldn't expect a pretty woman like you to be paying." You blushed at his words, leaning back and looking out to the crowd to try and hide the fact your cheeks were burning crimson red.

"I am and I insist." Looking back around, you raised your eyebrows persistently.

"How could I say no then?" Joe smirked and you chuckled at the way your stomach did flips, practically forcing it out from your throat.

"I'm Y/N." You stuck your hand out.

Joe took your hand into his, shaking it slight. "I'm Joe." He waited for the moment you were to tell him that you already knew that, but you just continued to smile away, the bartender ripping you from your intense gaze at one another when he asked if you were being served. Joe glanced into the air, pretty confused at the way you hadn't even acknowledged him in the way most people would now, he really liked it though, he felt refreshed to be that of a stranger to someone. Except he wasn't.

You ordered the both of your drinks, after Joe insisted you had the martini on the menu with him, you weren't one to admit you didn't particularly enjoy them but you'd stay off of that subject, who were you kidding; you were completely out to please this beautiful sight of a man.

You took brief sips of it once they were handed to you, grimacing at the taste but trying your best to look like you were enjoying it. You got to know him a little; not just Joseph Quinn but you got to know the real him in some way's, he hadn't give too much away, things you probably already knew, his age, where he was from, what he enjoyed doing in his spare time. Not once did he mention what he did for work, purely down to the fact he was loving the plainness of the way he felt like a regular human being again, not even flinching at the thought once that this was a question you didn't ask.

You really hit it off into the second drink, taking occasional breaks outside to go for a smoke break then going back to your quaint little corner, your safe haven together. By the fifth round, Joe was ordering tequila. The two shots you had went straight to your head and before you knew it you were edged up close to him, he had his arm round you, telling you a funny story that happened between him and his friends once upon a time, you felt your hand graze onto his lap as you laughed at the ending. By the seventh and eighth round, it was like you'd been friends forever, the way you got on with one another was like a match made in heaven, Joe's eyes were burning dark, the alcohol dilating his pupils matching yours. He stared contently at you, licking his top lip making you flutter your lashes right onto them.

"What're you looking at?" You threw a giggle at him. The most flirtatious, most girlish giggle you could ever imagine to even come out of your mouth and that would never come out of your mouth again. You weren't making that obscene noise again in a hurry.

"You're just. Beautiful." Joe's dimples formed on his cheeks as a promising and meaningful smile was thrown your way and you huffed out a sigh so loud.

"Stop it." You rolled your eyes at him, making his brows raise in question.

"I mean it." Joe's hand touched the top of yours that sat on top of the bar table, his thumb stroking over the slits of your fingers.

The moment the music turned itself up told you it was getting later on into the night, it was also the moment everyone got onto their feet and rushed to the dance floor, the bar had got a little too crowded now and you were glad to be staying put for the time being. A rather sensual song played and you leaped up off your stool, singing along, grabbing Joe's hands and swaying yourself around, much to his amusement watching you as he nodded his head along to the motion of the music, standing up and pulling you in.

He twirled you around a couple of times, catching you at your hips and bringing you backwards, your arm lent up to graze your hand at the back of his neck, starting to grind into him. The gasp of breath you felt radiate through your body made you shiver an it only enticed you to close the space between you altogether, your back firmly pressed against him and your ass now rubbing against his crotch. "Fuck, you're hot." Joe groaned, his hands giving you all the ammunition to continue as he wrapped them around you, pushing his bulge forward to meet the way your ass moved.

You turned around, still in his grasp, reaching onto your tip toes to gain access to his ear. "So are you." You spoke loud enough for him to hear it, taking a hold of one of his hands behind you and pulling it away then walking to find the bathroom, nobody was quite clearly aware of him or you as you passed through the busy space; your intentions now fully in swing now that you were clearly enhanced by the alcohol you'd consumed together, a new found confidence in you was a better way of describing what you were about to do. Joe had an incline when he was pushed straight into the disabled bathroom, the door locked.

"Mm, hey pretty girl." He whispered as he watched you walk up to him, laying your hands on his chest. Your faces dragged up and down to each other like a magnet, your lips merely inches away, both of them parted at the heavy silence, the awaited moment where one of you would close the gap. Joe's mouth crashed onto yours seconds later and you turned him around, pushing him against the door and opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, your tongues fought against one another, spiralling out of control with whimpers echoing in unison. Your hands that still remained close on his chest made their way down, fumbling at the button of his trousers, pushing the zipper down and making sure to inch your fingers in-between the skin of his hips and his boxers, pulling in a downward motion, Joe obliged happily as he wedged his fingers in next to yours and pushed them down to the ground. You broke the kiss looking directly at him, your eyes now sparkling with the eager thoughts that roamed through your head.

"Do you mind if I just?" You looked down, your eyes opening wide at the size you clearly didn't expect, girth intimidating yet the size so perfectly just above average you couldn't wait any longer. You didn't even see Joe shake his head, insinuating he didn't mind at all. You dropped down onto your knees, spitting down onto the palm of your hand, letting the rest leak off of your bottom lip before wrapping your fist around his length, jerking slowly and looking up to watch Joe throw his head back in disbelief. "Fuck." He moaned out loud, your finger tips sliding and stroking around the mushroom tip of his cock. That was quite clearly the most delectable noise you'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. "That feel good?" You asked rhetorically, knowing the exact answer was the right one.

"Would it be too forward if I asked you to give me head?"

"I don't think anything's too forward now when I already got us into this mess." You muttered in yet another girly tone, the feeling of nausea in your stomach from hearing yourself sound like such a simp, yet you fucking enjoyed being this man's simp.

You wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly, earning another throaty groan. His big hands came down to cup your head. "More." He sighed out in a gravelly tone. He pushed you forward, your mouth coming down and taking every inch that you could. "I want to fuck that pretty little mouth so bad." You clenched your hands around his ass giving it a squeeze to indicate that you were into it and without hesitating, he thrusted his hips back and fourth, keeping you in position whilst he did exactly that.

Tears stained the corners of your eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat multiple times, your lips sealing around his length and he stilled a little; it was completely obvious that he was close. "Shit." Joe moaned once more, you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth when he let his hands go, raising them up and running his fingers through his curls. "Can I take you back to my hotel room?" Joe blurted out and you almost could of passed for looking slightly confused.

"Hotel room?" You questioned, you knew he didn't live around here so you pretended once again to act like you weren't sure as to why he was occupying a room for the night.

"Yeah, just staying in the area for an event." He was playing you at your own game, his secret identity to him not yet revealed seeing as he still was under the impression you had no idea who he was. To you, he thought this was probably just a one night stand, a way of getting some action from some 'random guy' at a bar.

"How do I know you're not some serial killer?" You winked up at him playfully.

"How do I know you're not some axe murderer?" Joe replied. You laughed at that, tilting your head to the side, same thing but touché.

It wasn't Joe's objective to have met someone in a place he didn't know very well, let alone be taking them back to the hotel he was staying at to have sex, this wasn't at all usually like him, but he was so bizarrely comfortable around you after the few hours you'd spent together it was pretty much impossible for him to be able to talk himself out of the situation.

You stood up, knees aching from the hard ceramic tiling of the bathroom floor, Joe's hand tilted your chin upward to him as he leaned downward to give you the sweetest kiss of your life, a full firework display erupting in your head, your head was spinning and not just from the alcohol. Not too much but not too little, he swiftly moved away to pull his trousers back up, palming his hand over his tight erection to make it less painful and took a hold of your hand this time, leading you out of the bathroom and out of the bar.

Unnoticed ad unbothered by anyone else, you were unsure how that happened, maybe it was the way you noticed Joe kept his head down not making a scene and not breathing a look back at you until you'd exited outside. You walked the short distance back to the hotel, talking the way you were practically an hour ago, linking your arm through his to keep the warmth of his body close against you.

Joe caged you in the elevator against the mirror once the double doors closed together, kissing you more fiercely than intimately this time, his teeth bit down onto your bottom lip, he kneeled slightly to allow his hips to buck up into your heat, hearty moans could be heard bouncing off the tight four walls, the hardness of his erection had not faltered at all, he wanted nothing but to fuck you right then and there but he had to remain as patient and well behaved as he could until the moment you'd got into his room, it wasn't an easy task.

You hurried down the corridor when the doors opened, Joe dragging you behind him, his fingers intertwined with yours. Stopping at the door, Joe plucked his key card from his trouser pocket and scanned it, pushing down the door handle and flicking the light on, you look around you to see a rather fancy and spacious hotel room, the biggest bed you had ever seen and a view like no other. You rushed to the window whilst Joe made sure the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hung from the other side and the door was locked. He slowly stride's up to you, his hands on your hips most delicately as he moves his head down to plant soft kisses on your neck, your head falls to the side, leaning into him slightly, you eye up the beautifulness of the city whilst he makes work of your neck, his teeth nibbling down and lips sucking at a sweet spot cause your breathing to hitch. "Do that again." You didn't have to ask twice, Joe swapped to the other side in an instant, biting his teeth lightly into the mirrored spot and marked you the way he intended, moving back and admiring his work, he hummed.

"Nice little bruises you have there." You stared at your reflection in the window, taking a closer inspection.

"The work of a true artist." You both huffed a filthy laugh as he guided your hips to move around to him, lifting you slightly until you got the message, you were now in his arms with your legs firmly wrapped around his waist. Your hands placed on his biceps, you felt his muscles flex as held you tightly and you could have salivated at that easy, but you held it back so you didn't clearly embarrass yourself.

He moved you over to the bed, flopping you onto it and you'd secretly wished he'd of kept you in that position longer, it felt so good, slightly moving in a way to be that close to him. Crawling over and holding himself up against you, his lips fell to yours again, peppering kisses all over your face until he had you giggling. "That giggle is so sexy yet so cute, fucking hell." You bit down onto your lip, a little smirk lingering, proud that you had him right where you wanted him.

"Shall we get down to business, my cock's fucking throbbing." You nodded not even fully before Joe pushed himself up. You both undressed yourselves, eyes not falling off one another, both hearts racing at the mere thought of this crazy, eventful and very admittedly funfilled evening.

Joe eyed your cunt as your legs spread apart and his mouth fell open, jaw could have almost been mistaken of falling to the floor the way he stared at you. "You're fucking soaking." Joe growled.

"All for you. That's what you get for letting me give you half a blowjob." Joe chuckled deeply.

"Screw foreplay, I just want to fuck that pretty pussy right now." Joe grabbed at your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, lined himself up, his cock leaking that very moment just from the sight of you. His choice of words had your hole gaping.

You didn't even get the time to ask if he had protection. Joe plunged his cock straight inside of you, hissing at the way you ate him up, your slick gave him an easy entrance, pushing each inch of his length deep inside, his tip ramming its way through your walls, stretching you out and getting you used to his size. You didn't complain, you were on contraception anyway and it's not like he was patient enough to talk about it either. "Oh my god Y/N, you're so tight."

You couldn't muster a reply, your eyes squeezing shut at the twinges of pain and pleasure mixing together. "How do you like it? I want to make you feel so good."

You still couldn't speak, you stuttered random noises out of your mouth, your heart beating out of your chest, your mind was going ten to the dozen, more or less from the scepticism of having Joe's thick cock wedged inside of your cunt.

"You alright-" He grew concern quickly before you interrupted him.

Your eyes shot open, you looked downward to see his hips touching the inside of your thighs. "Hard. Fuck. Me. Hard." Joe was coerced to give you exactly what you wanted, the worried look drained away and his eyes deviously smiling right at you. He thrusted his hips into you, not even starting slowly, giving you everything he could. Dragging your legs upward to rest on his shoulders, he lent down his hand and pressed his thumb up onto your clit, rubbing harsh circles against it, the pad of it felt delicious, the ache rising higher whilst he continued to pound into your cunt forcefully. The unholy noises matching your awaited climaxes caused you both to sweat irrationally, the smell of sex apparent in the air, his thumb still tackling your twitching bud, hitting the spot just to the side where you liked it most. It's like he'd discovered your body long before tonight. Yet the more you moaned through his actions, the more he knew where to go with it.

"Shit Joe, oh my god."

"Yeah baby, you like it when I fuck you like this?"

"Y-yes I-" You came undone, your hips lifting wildly into the air as you gushed over his shaft, cotton wool enrapturing your head at the way your soul shot out from you. You were just a body laid down on a bed whilst you watched yourself from above being positively railed through and through. Joe couldn't help the sight of you cumming and the way your walls clenched around him in the most perfect way. It had him pulling out and fucking himself with his fist over your cunt, his cock exploding with hot seed up onto your stomach, his head threw back as he almost screamed your name in the violent orgasm that was at it's pinochle. You came down together from your highs, breathing erratic from the reoccurring sensitivity that was still blowing both of your minds out of your skulls. Joe fell next to you, staring up to the ceiling just to get himself back to a normal state before he even tried to speak a word that would make sense.

Before long, he moved to get up and go into the bathroom, cleaning himself up and bringing the spare towel through to wipe up the mess he'd created on your body. "Wow." You swallowed thickly, trying to taste the saliva in your mouth that was drying up quickly. "Yeah, wow." You'd fucked yourselves sober, not that it became anymore awkward when Joe asked if you were staying or if he needed to walk you back to your home so he knew at least you'd gotten back safely. It was after midnight after all and although he still didn't know you too well, he still cared. That was just the way Joe worked.

You agreed to stay with him and climbed into bed with one another after you'd got up and fixed yourself a glass of water. Joe offered for you to sleep in his shirt just so you were a little more comfortable but you declined politely suggesting he'd already seen you naked and defiled you, so it didn't particular matter that you were going to go to sleep in the nude with him.

Joe creeped over to you when you laid on your side after dimming the lights down to settle and relax. "Can I see you again?"

You whipped your body onto your back, looking at him longingly. "So this isn't just a one night thing?" You held your smile back, truly delighted by his question.

"Honestly? I'm not a 'one night thing' kinda guy. Though if I feel a connection with someone, which isn't often - I'll run with it." Your smile heaving over your features quickly, truly delighted by his reply.

"Then we will see each other again." You moved closer, pecking a kiss onto his cheek, he almost looked serious for a second.

"There's something you should know though." He interrupted your happy and most victorious moment in your head when your smile fell through, your lips dwindling together wondering what he was next going to come out with.

"What?" You said.

"I'm kinda reserved in this field because I... I'm newly, erm. Famous I guess." He didn't know how else to put it, he just let the sentence roll off his tongue and wasn't quite sure how you'd take it either, but you know exactly how you were taking it. You already fucking knew.

"And that means we can't-"

"We can, oh we can, I'm just nervous and new to the world that is fame. I'm an actor, I made it big this year - well clearly not big enough for you to not know, but in the most non cockiest way possible, a hell of a lot of people know who I am and the event I'm here for is partly to do with me and I don't want to scare you away because it's a big deal and all. If seeing me again might jeopardise your privacy I completely understand but I just want you to know that-"

"I know who you are." You shouted out over the top of his voice, you couldn't hide it anymore. Joe moved backward, his brows furrowing in confusion, the act you've kept up all night purely a farce.

"Wait what? Was this a ploy? What do you mean? Y-you've known a-all this time and not said a word?" His questioning and quite frankly anxious demeanour began to rapidly pour out at a wicked pace.

"Honestly. I did it because I wasn't bothered about who you are in the outside world, I saw you alone and I'd just left my friend and I wanted to take the chance to get to know you and I did and it lead us here and even though what happened, happened, I enjoyed it not because it was Joseph Quinn but because I'm insanely attracted to the guy who made me laugh, the guy who looked at me so nicely. The guy that bought me fucking tequila and made me actually like martinis. I only wanted to say hello and have a drink with you if I could but it went far better than I could've imagined." You poured out your heart, maybe your intentions didn't intend to go this far, but you were right; it happened and you couldn't go back on it.

"You don't like martinis?" Was all he gathered from that.

"Correction, didn't." He laughed a little from the back of his throat, nodding as the rest of your words hit his memory. It instantly made him feel better that you already understood the situation that if you did see each other again and maybe more after that, it wouldn't be as normal anymore.

"You don't hate me?" You bit down on your lip apprehensively.

"No, I don't hate you. I wish you'd of told me sooner that you knew, but the way you wanted to treat me normally makes me so fucking happy. You're beautiful and quite entirely made my night and I really want to get to know you better, maybe starting a little more sober too."

He moved his arm over your stomach and towered above your face, bringing his lips down to kiss you passionately, short yet sweetly.

"So when can I see you again?"

"In the morning when we wake up." You giggled.

"I'll never grow tired of hearing that." He beamed a toothy grin at you, his eyes darting from yours to your lips. Was this the feeling of love at first sight you'd read in fairy tales? The look of pure emotion and desire? Happiness overflooded you both. Contentment hit.

Turning the lights out, he moved you around and spooned you from behind, smiling at himself, feeling almost lucky to have you there with him. He'd never been so glad that he decided to make that trip to the bar, he cured his boredom hugely. He found you.

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carpisuns · 4 years

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Summary: Marinette's clumsiness leads to an extremely embarrassing blunder involving Chat Noir's zipper 😳🥴

Tags: marichat, fluff, humor, borderline crack lol, innocent but aWKWARD, very light hurt/comfort

(oneshot, 1832 words)

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A/N: OK so. I have a Thing. About Chat Noir's zipper. I am a huge marichat stan but i hate that people have made it the Sin Ship™️ and i feel like it all begins with thE FREAKIN ZIPPER so i am like anti-zipper skdjknfaj lol

I wrote this fic for my beautiful lil devil granddaughter @mowmowmice bc she knows i am anti-zipper and she's always teasing me about it so this was originally intended to be just for her as like an inside joke but i decided to share in case someone else would enjoy it too lol

“Hey, purrrrrincess.”

A pair of green eyes and a mess of blonde hair blocked Marinette’s view of her sewing project.

“Wanna play Ultimate Mecha Strike?” Chat asked. “I’ve been practicing. I think I can beat you now.” He flashed a pearly white grin.

Marinette pushed his nose back with a finger. “I already told you. I have a lot of work to do. Maybe you should actually go patrol like you’re supposed to be doing.”

Chat’s lips slid into a pout. “So you’re kicking me out?”

“I didn’t say that. If you want to hang out here, that’s fine. But I can’t entertain you right now. You’ll have to amuse yourself.”

“Fine.”

Chat sauntered over to the chaise and plopped down with a huff. For a few minutes, he was quiet, and Marinette could focus on her project. She was concentrating so hard on running the fabric through the sewing machine in a straight line that she almost forgot he was there.

“Hmm,” he said.

Marinette jumped, nearly causing her stitching to go crooked. “What?”

“You seem to be fascinated with me.”

“What? Don’t be—” Marinette swiveled around in her chair and froze.

Chat Noir was holding her sketchbook on his lap. And it was open to a particular page. Full of sketches. Of Chat Noir.

“Nooo!” She scrambled out of her chair. “Give that back!”

“Wow,” Chat said, flipping through the next few pages. “There are a lot of drawings of me. I know I’m your knight in shining armor, princess, but I had no idea I inspired you this much.”

“You don’t!” Marinette lunged for the book.

Chat dodged out of the way and held it high over her head. Marinette jumped, her fingers barely skimming the pages.

“I was just—practicing—poses!” she said between jumps.

Chat’s grin widened. “I always knew you admired my figure. You captured my sculpted abs so nicely.”

“Shut up!” Marinette tried to dive for the sketchbook as he brought it down to hide behind his back, but she tripped on the rug. As she lost her balance and tipped forward, she grabbed the first thing she saw to steady herself—the large golden bell on Chat’s suit.

Unfortunately, it just came down with her. Down, down, down—gah, how long was it?—until the zipper track finally stopped near Chat’s belly button.

Marinette stared at the floor, where she had crashed to her knees. Her whole face was on fire.

Stay cool. This is fine. It was an accident. Just don’t look at him. Don’t make it weird.

kdsJFLSDKJFL DON’T MAKE IT WEIRD?? IT’S ALREADY WEIRD! YOU UNZIPPED HIS SUIT! AND NOT JUST A LITTLE BIT—IT HAD TO BE ALL THE FREAKING—

“Marinette?”

She whipped around. Her mother was poking her head up through the trapdoor, gaping. Marinette realized that she was still holding the bell and quickly let go, scrambling to her feet.

“Um, uh, this isn’t—I wasn’t—”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Chat blurted out.

Marinette turned to look at him. He was just as red in the face as she was as he hastily yanked the zipper back up by the bell. But not before she caught a glimpse of the sculpted abs he had been bragging about just a few seconds before. She jerked her head away.

MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOPPPP

It was taking an agonizingly long time for Chat to finish zipping himself up. The sound seemed to be terribly magnified, filling the awkward silence and making Marinette cringe so hard she thought her soul might have shriveled up inside her. Finally, finally, the bell was back to its original spot. There was another beat of silence.

“So,” Mom said. “Care to explain why there is a half-naked superhero in your bedroom?”

If it was possible to burn your own skin with the heat of a blush, Marinette would already have disintegrated into a pile of ashes. She opened her mouth to explain, but all that came out was garbled spluttering. Chat’s attempt was a little better … but not much.

“Mrs. Dupain-Cheng, I promise, uh”—he gulped and rubbed the back of his neck—“that there is, um, a good explanation. You see, uh, Marinette just tripped … you know ... and she grabbed my bell as she was falling, so it, uh … it was an accident. Aha.” He grinned awkwardly.

Mom narrowed her eyes. “We’ve had this talk before, Marinette. I know that teenage hormones can sometimes be a little overwhelming, but you are much too young for this. Wait a few more years—preferably until you’re eighteen.”

Marinette glanced at Chat, which was a mistake, because he was also glancing at her. Their eyes locked, and for a second she just stood frozen in horror, her flaming cheeks matching Chat’s.

Please let me die right now. Let the ground open up and swallow me whole. Let an akuma crash through the window and attack us all. Let Hawkmoth himself come waltzing in and tap dance across my bedroom floor. Anything. ANYTHING but this.

“Mom,” she moaned. “It’s nothing like that. At all. He’s telling the truth! It was a total accident!”

She looked at Mom, pleading desperately with her eyes.

For a moment, Mom gazed back, a frown creasing her brow. But then she laughed.

“OK, OK, I believe you. I know you can be a little clumsy sometimes. But I do have to ask.” She turned to Chat. “What are you doing in my daughter’s room, Chat Noir?”

Chat’s awkward grin grew even more strained. “I was, uh … just … just hanging out?”

To Marinette’s relief, Mom smiled. “I’m glad you two are friends, and you’re always welcome here. But you could use the front door, you know.”

“Ah … right. Heh.”

“OK, I’ll leave you alone now,” Mom said. “I just came to remind you that you told Mrs. Chamack you’d babysit tonight, Marinette.”

“Oh, yeah … thanks,” she mumbled.

Mom grabbed the handle of the trapdoor.

“Wait!” Marinette blurted out. “Don’t tell Papa. About … what you saw. Please?”

Mom laughed again. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t going to. He isn’t quite as understanding as me, and we don’t want Weredad to make another appearance, do we? Just stay out of trouble, both of you.” She started to lower the trapdoor but then paused. “Oh, and Chat Noir? The zipper stays up. Always.”

Chat blush deepened under his mask. “Of course.”

As soon as the door was closed, Marinette shoved Chat hard with both hands. “Ugh, stupid cat!”

“Excuse me? How is this my fault? You were the one who—” He gestured down his front.

“Only because you wouldn’t give me back my sketchbook!”

“Yeah, well, if you weren’t such a klutz, this wouldn’t have been a problem.”

Marinette folded her arms with a huff. “Really, it’s your stupid costume design that’s to blame. Ladybug doesn’t have a zipper. Why do you have to have one?”

“I don’t know!” Chat said. “It’s not like I specifically requested to have a zipper!”

“Isn’t the costume based on what the wearer wants?”

“Maybe. That’s what my kwami says, anyway.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes. “So really, you wanted to have a zipper.”

“I guess! I mean, where else would this go?” He flicked his bell with a soft jingle.

“Right. And the zipper needs to go all the way down for you to have a stupid bell?”

“No, but it would look weird if it didn’t,” Chat said. “It just makes the overall design look more balanced to have the zipper seam go all the way down the middle to match my pockets and the piping around my arms. You’re a designer; you should know that. And don’t call my bell stupid.”

“Yeah, I am a designer,” Marinette said, jabbing Chat in the chest with a finger. “And I can tell you right now that if I were the one to design this suit, there would definitely not be a giant, tacky bell on it.”

His jaw dropped. “Hey! Well, then … I thought Multimouse’s suit looked stupid.”

Marinette scoffed. “Really?”

“No, not really. I thought you looked completely adorable,” Chat mumbled sullenly. “But … I really like my bell. It’s my favorite part of the suit.”

Marinette was about to make a retort, but then she noticed how Chat’s eyes had found the floor. The snarky comment faded on her tongue.

“Really?” she asked. “Why?”

“Because …” Chat swallowed. “Cats with a bell … they … belong to someone.”

His cat ears drooped, and his shoulders slumped.

“Oh, kitty,” Marinette said, stepping closer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I like the bell too.”

He turned his head away. “You don’t have to say that. I know it’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not. In fact, now that you’ve said that, it’s my favorite too.”

Chat’s gaze flickered uncertainly to her face. “Why?”

“Because you do belong to someone.” She wrapped him in a hug. “Me.”

“Bold of you to think you can just claim me like your own personal property,” he said, his voice muffled against her hair. He brought his arms around her too.

“Usually when a stray keeps coming back, they’ve claimed you.”

“That’s true.” Chat’s arms tightened around her. “Thanks for taking me in, princess.”

“Of course. How could I turn away such a cute little kitty? Even if he does get me into trouble sometimes.”

Chat pulled out of the hug. “Sorry about the zipper thing. To be honest, I never even considered the fact that it could actually unzip. I’ve never had a reason to unzip it.”

“And you never will,” Marinette said firmly. “So let’s just agree to never speak of it again. OK?”

Chat grinned. “OK. So … about that Ultimate Mecha Strike match …”

“Well, I guess I could take a break from my project. For a little while.”

“Yesssss.” Chat pulled up the other chair and grabbed the controller.

Just as they were starting the first round, there was a knock at the trapdoor.

“Everyone decent?” came a muffled voice.

“Mom!”

The trapdoor opened. Mom was holding a tray of pastries and wearing a teasing grin. “Good. I just thought you kids might want some snacks.” She placed the tray on the floor and pushed it toward them. “Don’t forget, Chat Noir—the zipper stays up!”

She retreated back down the stairs, chuckling to herself.

Marinette’s cheeks burned. Chat had gone red again as well.

“That thing’s a curse,” she said, eyeing the zipper.

Chat snatched up the controller. “Thought we were never going to mention it again.”

“We’re not.”

“Good.”

They finished the match, which Marinette won, and then played three more until Chat finally won.

After he had gone, Marinette picked up the sketchbook from where Chat had dropped it on the floor. She turned to the pages she had filled with sketches of Chat.

And couldn’t stop staring at that stupid zipper.

Tikki floated up beside her.

“Don’t say a word,” Marinette hissed.

“Cursed,” said Tikki.

Cursed.

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