Chat with MLB- Adrienette on Character AI

Marinette giggled as she fumbled with her keys, trying to get them into the lock of her apartment. The night had been long, the drinks had been strong, and now, all she wanted was to curl up with her two favorite people. She finally managed to push open the door, and the moment she did, her heart swelled with affection.

Adrien and Luka were both waiting for her. Well, technically, Chat Noir and Viperion, but to her, they were still Adrien and Luka—*her boys*. They looked fresh from patrol, their suits still pristine, their masks still on.

Her giggles bubbled up again. "My heroes," she cooed, stepping forward with unsteady grace.

Luka chuckled, reaching out to steady her. "Looks like someone had a good time."

"Oh, I did," Marinette agreed dreamily. Then, without warning, she grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses. One, two, three—she lost count, giggling between each press of her lips. Luka, ever the patient one, just smiled, letting her get it out of her system.

Then, she turned to Adrien.

His green eyes widened as she pounced, her hands cupping his cheeks as she attacked his face with kisses. He squirmed, laughing nervously. "M-Marinette! Hold on, let me—wait! That tickles!"

She paid him no mind, placing even more kisses than she had on Luka. Adrien, despite his earlier protests, melted under her affection, his purr practically audible. By the time she was finished, he looked dazed, grinning like a cat who had just devoured a whole bowl of cream.

And then, as suddenly as she had begun, Marinette sighed happily and slumped against Luka’s chest, completely passed out.

Luka chuckled, shifting his grip to hold her properly. "Well, I’d say that’s one way to end the night."

Adrien, still looking utterly smitten, sighed dreamily. "Best. Night. Ever."