Warning; hints at sex and some vulgar language, given to you by the one and only, Alya! They are 18 in this chapter.

"Marinette, again?"

"What?"

Alya shook her head as she glanced down at the outfit the bluenette was wearing. For the past couple of days, around a week now she guessed, Marinette has been coming to school with a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater, different sweaters of course, that oddly smelled like cologne. Today she was wearing a black one, the Agreste label apparent to her friend, with a pair of black and neon green striped leggings with black boots.

"I'm guessing you're representing Chat Noir today?"

"What?" The pigtailed girl glanced down at her attire before a dark blush appeared among her cheeks. "I-I guess so."

"Since when did you start wearing clothes that were too big for you, girl? And why are you doing it so much all of a sudden?" Alya questioned, or more like interrogated, Marinette as she fiddled with the ends of her sleeves that came down to her fingertips.

"I just found out how comfortable they are."

"Comfortable? But how-"

"Morning Marinette! Alya!" Adrien's honey-like voice interrupted Alya's interrogation as he waved at the two girls, walking up the steps to meet them.

"Good morning Adrien!" Alya stared at the two suspiciously, noticing their overly joyful greetings.

"What's up with the sweaters, Mari?" Adrien's golden eyebrow quirked up as he looked her up and down, obviously checking her out. Though he tried to keep his mouth straight, Alya could detect the hint of a smirk trying not to break through.

"Oh, uh, I just thought they were comfortable s'all." The fiddling of the sleeves ceased as she gripped them, a blush covering her cheeks once more as she met his green gaze with a blue one.

"Is that so? I'll have to keep that in mind."

Alya watched the interaction between the two teens before realization hit her like a brick. The oversized sweaters, that were the Agreste brand, the familiar smelling cologne, the obvious flirting going on with the two. "Holy shit. They're fucking each other."

"What was that?" Adrien and Marinette looked at the perplexed girl who was muttering a phrase to herself over and over again. Once the ombré girl repeated herself three more times, her head shot up as she stared at the two with wide brown eyes.

"Holy shit! You two are fucking each other!" The two accused teens flushed a deep red as she shouted that out, the classmates in the courtyard turning to look at the group of friends, wondering what was up. Adrien quickly slammed a hand against her mouth before she could shout out something else that could ruin his or Marinette's reputation.

"Shut up!" Adrien hissed in annoyance as he glanced around them, searching for any signs that people actually heard her. Marinette looked like she was about to die from embarrassment, the grip on the sleeves of his sweater tightening as her face turned red enough that she could rival Ladybug's suit or Nathanael's hair.

"Yo! Wassup?" Nino had decided that this was the best time to walk in. Alya ripped Adrien's hand off her mouth as she told him.

"Adrien and Marinette are fucking each other!"

"What?!"

"Do you have to say it like that? Jesus Christ..." Adrien breathed out in response, itching the back of his neck as he felt his ears burn as they turned a deep red. He had moved closer to Marinette who looked like she was going to faint or pass out from this entire conversation.

"Wait, how long has this been going on dude?"

"Um, let's see. We've been dating for about 8 months now, right? So for around a month or so."

"Wait! You two were secretly dating eight months?! And you never told us?!" Alya exclaimed, violently shaking Nino's shoulder, who looked absolutely confused as well.

"Yep." Adrien wrapped his arms around Marinette from behind, and rested his chin on top of her head.

"Marinette."

"W-What?" He felt his girlfriend tense underneath him as she looked up at her best friend who was staring at her with a serious expression.

"Is he big?" Adrien had thought that it would be impossible to turn a darker shade of red, but he was proven wrong.

Marinette smirked, which worried him a lot. That was her Ladybug smirk.

Oh god. She's gonna say something and make me turn even more red.

"Yes. Yes he is."

Adrien.exe has stopped working. He's just gonna go crawl into a hole and die now. Bye.

Yay sex one. Nobody chooses any other ships though. I get it, I love Marichat and Adrienette more than this entire fandom can imagine, but I already write so many books about those. I'd like to write stuff about Nathanael and Chloe or perhaps even characters from my other books.

But it's your choice.

Nathanael(Volpin) x Chloé

Ladynoir

Ladrien

Marichat

Until next time, peace!