A Good Night

[Time skip - 4 days]

[Marinette's room - 6:00 PM].

Marinette is in her room, standing in front of a board covered with clippings and photos from the past few days. Each headline talks about the mysterious "hero" of Paris, whom everyone has started calling Flash. The deep dark circles under her eyes and her tense posture make it clear how exhausted she is.

"No, no, no!" she exclaims, pounding the board several times in frustration, causing some papers to wobble.

The sound of the trap door opening breaks her concentration. Alya appears, carrying a bag and sporting a carefree smile.

"Hi, Marinette!" she greets energetically as she closes the trapdoor behind her.

Marinette barely looks up, jaw clenched and shoulders hunched. Alya crosses the room, sets her bag on the floor, and watches her friend's obvious wear and tear with concern.

"Ah... how's the investigation going?" asks Alya cautiously, though the answer already seems obvious.

"NOT GOOD!" shouts Marinette, turning sharply to Alya. "IT HAS NO PATTERN, IT WON'T STOP, AND I CAN'T FIND IT!"

Her voice echoes in the room, laden with frustration and exhaustion. With a shaky sigh, Marinette drops heavily into the chair next to the desk. She collapses, covering her face with both hands as her ragged breathing betrays how close she is to collapse.

Alya looks at her empathetically, her lips half-open as if searching for the right words to comfort her. However, she knows that nothing she says will immediately ease the storm in Marinette's mind. 

Alya smiles with a mix of sadness and curiosity as she approaches. "Why do you have to track him down?" she asks, resting a hand on the back of Marinette's chair. "He hasn't done anything wrong. In fact, look at this."

She points to the board full of clippings, picks one up, and reads aloud: "'Flash stops bank robbery.'" She then sets it aside and picks up another. "'Flash puts out fire.'" She places that one on the table and picks up another. "'Apartment building collapses: no casualties.'" Finally, she drops the last one and points to one sticking out among the rest. "'Crime in Paris drops by 80% in the last few days. The best hero of Paris?'"

"Well, maybe they exaggerated a bit with that last part," Alya comments, rolling her eyes. "But he doesn't seem like a bad guy."

"It's not about that," Marinette replies in a tired voice, her gaze still fixed on the board as if searching for an answer among the clippings.

Alya crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly while raising an eyebrow. "Then why are you so stressed? All of this sounds like a good thing." She pauses before adding, "We should be enjoying this free time."

Marinette lets out a heavy sigh, but before she can respond, Alya asks another question, tilting her head with curiosity. "Are you worried he's an akumatized person?"

"No," Marinette replies, shaking her head firmly. "He's not akumatized. If he were, he would've already stolen the Black Cat Miraculous."

Alya's eyes widen in surprise. "Wait, what?! How do you mean, if he wanted to? Does that mean he's already had the chance?"

Marinette closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as if trying to find the right words. Finally, she murmurs, "Well, the thing is..."

[Several days earlier]

Cat Noir jumps nimbly between the rooftops during his daily patrol, enjoying the fresh evening air. Although, with the new vigilante patrolling the city, there really isn't much to do. It doesn't bother him that someone else is doing his job; in fact, he's glad that people are safer. However, what really bothers him is how this new hero is affecting Ladybug. Lately, she's been visibly stressed, and that bothers him more than he'd like to admit.

"Ah..." he sighs, letting out a bit of frustration as he twists in the air.

Suddenly, as he passes near a park, something catches his attention. A group of children is trying to get a cat out of a tree. With a mischievous grin, he thinks: "A cat stuck in a tree... This seems like a perfect job for 'Cat' Noir." He's about to intervene when, in the blink of an eye, a red flash crosses the area. From his position, Cat Noir watches as the new vigilante, with his flashy style, easily brings the cat down. Then, as if nothing happened, he stops and takes his time signing autographs for the kids.

Cat Noir quickly activates his communicator. "LadyBuu, can you hear me?" he asks in a flirtatious, almost mocking tone.

"What's up, Cat Noir?" his partner responds immediately, her voice full of curiosity.

"I found the elusive one," he says playfully while watching the vigilante, who is still enjoying the attention he's getting.

"Cat Noir, don't get close," Ladybug warns, her voice firm and serious. "We don't know what his intentions are. We need more information before attempting any approach."

Cat Noir doesn't respond immediately, his eyes still fixed on the new hero, who is still taking his time with the kids.

"Cat Noir, can you hear me?!" Ladybug insists, her tone more urgent, filled with frustration.

"S-sorry, I... I can't hear you well," Cat Noir responds, covering his mouth as he pretends there's interference in the communication, a playful smile on his face.

Ladybug sighs on the other end of the communicator, clearly exasperated by her partner's lack of seriousness.

Cat Noir turns off the communicator and jumps off the rooftop, landing softly just a few meters from the vigilante.

"Heyyy!" Cat Noir says, spreading his arms as if greeting an old friend. His carefree tone catches everyone's attention, including the vigilante, who had just finished signing an autograph for a child.

"We've been looking for you," Cat Noir adds, pointing at him with an accusing finger, his tone mocking. "You've been stressing out MyLady, and that, my friend, is my job. So, how about you come with me, and we take a little walk? It'll be a quick chat."

Flash watches him with a half-smile, not moving. "Sorry, but I've got places to be. But thanks for the offer."

Cat Noir sighs dramatically, placing a hand on his forehead. "Ah, I really hoped you'd come willingly," he says in a dramatic tone, pulling out his extendable staff and spinning it with skill. "Well, I guess this will be the fun way."

Flash crosses his arms, locking eyes with him. "I suggest you don't take another step."

With a defiant smile, Cat Noir lifts his foot and lowers it very slowly. But as soon as his foot touches the ground, his vision blurs. In a blink, the next thing he knows, he's trapped in the same tree branch the cat had been moments before.

From below, the children and some passersby watch the scene, while Flash, with a smile, looks up. "See you!" he says before disappearing in a flash of light.

Cat Noir struggles to free himself, but after several minutes of failed attempts, he gives up and activates his communicator.

"LadyBuu, can you hear me?" he says, his voice filled with discomfort, as if he had messed up.

"Cat Noir! Are you okay? What happened?" Ladybug responds immediately, her tone filled with concern.

"Yeah... about that..." says Cat Noir, looking at his awkward position hanging in the tree. "We have a problem."

"What problem?" Ladybug asks, alarmed.

"Well..." Cat Noir begins, with a nervous smile as he continues to stare at his situation. "There's a very attractive cat stuck in a tree, and it really needs your help."

[The Present]

"And then I arrived and found Cat Noir tied to a tree branch," Marinette says, sighing as she leans back in her chair. "If he were akumatized, he would've taken the Black Cat Miraculous by now if he really wanted to," she adds, a mix of exhaustion and frustration in her voice. "I can't rest until we categorize him as either a villain or just an arrogant hero."

Alya sits on Marinette's bed, thoughtful. "Hmm... Do you think the United Heroes know anything about him? They have a speedster too."

"I already wrote to them," Marinette responds, rubbing her eyes wearily. "They say they don't have any information about this new 'hero,' but they sent me some tips on dealing with speedsters just in case he turns out to be a villain."

Alya looks at her with concern and stands up. "You really need to sleep," she says, gently pushing her friend toward the bed. "I don't think you'll find him if you don't get enough rest."

Marinette reluctantly obeys and lies down in the bed as Alya changes clothes. She switches from her casual outfit to a very pretty dress she had packed in the bag she brought. Just before Marinette falls asleep, Alya interrupts her

"Marinette, before you sleep, can you tell me how I look?" Alya asks, striking a pose with a confident smile, looking at her friend.

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Marinette, almost ready to drift off to sleep, murmurs: "Alya... you have to come back before midnight."

Alya smiles, adjusting the blanket over her friend. "I know, I know," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "Don't worry, but that doesn't answer my question."

"You look good..." Marinette whispers, barely audible, as she closes her eyes and falls asleep.

Alya looks at herself in the mirror, smiling. "I knew it," she murmurs, letting out a little laugh. She activates her Miraculous and, with a flash, transforms into Rena Furtive. Using her power, she creates an illusion that makes her invisible and sneaks out through the window, leaving Marinette's room in silence.

The trip doesn't take her long. Aiden had offered to pick her up, but Alya insisted on going on her own. He didn't insist, respecting her decision. In just a few minutes, Alya reaches her destination.

Alya arrives at the address Aiden sent her. The house is big, not a mansion, but spacious enough to stand out. She approaches the door, and before she can ring the bell, the gates open on their own. With confidence, she steps inside, and there's Aiden, waiting for her at the entrance.

"Alya," Aiden says, extending his arms and pulling her into a hug.

Alya gets caught in the embrace, though she laughs, "Well, a friendly hug doesn't hurt anyone." The hug lasts a few more minutes, until they finally pull apart.

"Would you like to come in?" Aiden offers, and Alya quickly enters, looking around with curiosity.

"Do you mind if I take some pictures?" Alya asks, showing him her camera.

"No," Aiden responds with a smile. "Go ahead."

Alya scans the place, noticing something odd about the big, empty house. "Isn't anyone else here?" she asks, looking around.

"No," Aiden replies, "just me."

Alya looks surprised. "And who takes care of the cleaning, the food?"

"I handle all that," Aiden says.

Alya raises an eyebrow. "Oh, so you're going to cook for me?" she asks, giving him a playful nudge.

"That's right," Aiden replies with a calm smile.

Alya feels a little embarrassed, avoiding his gaze as they move further into the house. Suddenly, they find themselves in front of a large door.

"What's that?" Alya asks, pointing toward the door.

Aiden gestures for her to open it. When she does, she discovers it's a huge library.

"Oh," Alya says, somewhat disappointed, "I was expecting something more... extravagant, not a library." But she says no more, quickly pulling out her camera and snapping a picture.

"How many of these books have you read?" Alya asks, walking over to a bookshelf and taking out her recorder.

"All of them," Aiden responds, in a serious tone.

Alya stops and looks at him, surprised. "All of them?"

"Yes, all of them," Aiden confirms. "Some more than once."

Alya frowns, trying to process the information. "How long did it take you to read all these books?"

"Less time than you'd think," Aiden replies, not making a big deal of it.

After touring most of the house, visiting the library, living room, and several rooms, they arrive at the kitchen. That's where more questions come up.

"Why do you have two refrigerators?" Alya asks, looking at the large amount of food stored.

"I cook a lot," Aiden replies, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

Speaking of cooking, Aiden puts on an apron, and while adjusting it, he says, "I think it's time to start." Alya looks at him, thoughtful, and wonders, "What if I help you?"

"Are you sure? You don't have to," Aiden says, smiling.

"It's no trouble," Alya replies, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, that way I can ask you a few things."

"Go ahead, then," Aiden responds, and both of them begin chopping vegetables. A variety of ingredients fill the table: eggplants, zucchinis, peppers, tomatoes.

"When did you start at Green Couture?" Alya asks, focusing on cutting an eggplant.

"I started not long ago, about two years ago," Aiden replies, continuing to work. "It was tough. I worked a lot, had to prove I was the best at everything. Nannyra was really demanding."

Alya makes a few mental notes as they finish chopping the vegetables. "What about your family?" she asks, curious.

"No family," Aiden replies, his expression neutral.

Alya looks at him, surprised. "I'm sorry," she says, a bit embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it," Aiden responds, shrugging. "Actually, it helped. During my trial period, I could dedicate all my time to Green Couture."

"That sounds sad," Alya comments, her tone soft.

"A bit," Aiden admits, "but now I'm better. Traveling, meeting people... meeting you, it all makes it worthwhile."

Alya feels Aiden's hand over hers for a moment. She gets nervous, coughs discreetly, and quickly pulls her hand away. "Thanks," she says, visibly embarrassed.

They both finish chopping the vegetables and place them into a casserole dish. After putting it in the oven, they continue chatting while they wait. They talk a little about Alya, but most of the conversation revolves around Aiden's travels and experiences.

When dinner is ready, it's a quick yet delicious meal. They both enjoy it, laughing at a few jokes. It's a nice moment for Alya, who, at some point, forgets that the interview is over. She has enough photos and knows everything she needed to about Aiden.

Still, they both end up sitting on the couch, watching some of Alya's early blogs.

Alya sits next to Aiden, laughing at the first blogs she had posted and the rookie mistakes she made back then. Between laughs, she playfully hits him on the shoulder, to which Aiden responds with another soft tap. What starts as an innocent exchange of taps quickly turns into teasing and tickling.

At one point, Alya ends up lying back on the couch, trying to avoid Aiden's hands while their laughter fills the room.

"Stop, I can't take it anymore!" Alya laughs, trying to catch her breath. Her laughter slowly dies down when she realizes that Aiden is leaning over her, with a softer expression on his face. Alya swallows, her eyes meeting his for a brief second, but then she closes them, letting her breathing steady.

Aiden takes her gesture as an invitation. Gently, his lips brush against hers in a soft, tender kiss. Alya responds with another kiss, sweet at first, but quickly intensifying. Their lips entwine in a growing dance, and when Alya's mouth opens to deepen the kiss, her tongue searches for Aiden's, exploring urgently. He doesn't hold back, returning the passion as their mouths fight for dominance in a whirlwind of desire.

Alya is completely lost in the moment, but something in her mind makes her snap back. "Wait! I have to tell you something." With effort, she pulls away from the kiss, breathing slightly heavier.

"Wait..." she murmurs, looking at Aiden with some doubt. "I need to tell you something."

Aiden, breathing hard as well, nods. "I've got something to tell you, too," he says with a serious tone that catches her by surprise.

"Go ahead," Alya suggests, feeling a slight nervousness in her chest.

Aiden takes a deep breath before speaking. "When your evaluation is over, I'll have to leave."

Alya looks at him, confused. "Is it because of your job?" she asks, though she already has an inkling of the answer.

"Yes," Aiden responds. "I go wherever they need me."

"So, let me get this straight... when my evaluation is over, you're leaving?" Alya asks, trying to process the weight of his words.

"That's correct," Aiden says firmly. "I understand if you're upset."

Alya doesn't answer right away. She watches him for a moment before leaning in, cupping his face in her hands, and sealing his lips with a warm kiss.

"Don't worry," she whispers against his lips. "It's okay, I'm not upset."

Aiden looks at her, clearly surprised. "Weren't you going to tell me something?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Huh?" Alya blinks, looking away with a nervous smile. "Oh, that... it's nothing important, really. The issue took care of itself."

With a little giggle, Alya settles back on the couch, trying to hide her unease, while Aiden watches her with a mixture of curiosity and tenderness.

They continue kissing, their tongues entwining as Alya wraps her arms around Aiden's neck. "Hehe," Alya laughs softly as she feels Aiden pull away from the kiss and start kissing her neck. "Ahh..." she murmurs, biting her lips to suppress her moans. "Mhm... Ahhh!" she moans more intensely as she feels Aiden's hands glide down her body, squeezing her butt, moving up her stomach, and stopping to caress her abdomen before continuing upward to grip her chest. 

"Ah... Ah..." Alya gasps as she feels Aiden's hands on her dress, getting excited as she notices his tongue tracing her neck. "Mmhmm..." Alya can't hold back anymore and pulls Aiden away from her neck for a moment. Their gazes lock, and without breaking eye contact, Alya slowly lowers the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. 

"Go ahead," Alya says in a provocative voice. Aiden doesn't waste any time and leans in, taking one nipple in his mouth while his other hand firmly squeezes the other breast. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes, keep going!" Alya shouts, gripping the armrest of the couch tightly, arching her back to bring her breasts even closer to Aiden, almost as if offering them to him. Aiden bites her nipple more roughly, tugging on it slightly. 

"Ahhhhh!" Alya screams loudly, feeling an orgasm pulse through her body as Aiden finally stops playing with her breasts. Alya lies back on the couch, her body trembling with small aftershocks of pleasure. "That was amazing," she says, bringing her legs together, trying to hold back the tingling that still fills her.

Aiden doesn't give her much time to recover. His hands glide firmly over Alya's backside, squeezing it tightly before lifting her off the couch, holding her firmly from there. "Ohh!" Alya moans, unable to control her voice as she feels Aiden's strong hands grip her, pressing her against him. Her face rests against Aiden's neck as she looks at him sideways. 

"Where are you taking me?" Alya asks, although she already knows the answer. 

"You haven't seen my room yet," Aiden replies with a smile as he carries her down the hall and begins to climb the stairs. Throughout the journey, their mouths keep meeting, eagerly exploring each other. 

Finally, they reach their destination. Aiden pushes the door open with force, entering the room. It's a stylish and spacious room, but neither of them stops to admire it. They're both too busy, their lips and bodies lost in the moment. 

Aiden gently drops Alya onto the bed, with a mix of care and desire in his movements. Alya, not wasting any time, begins to remove her dress as quickly as she can, tossing it to the side of the room. Now, only her panties remain, but her attention is fixed on Aiden. 

Her gaze follows every move he makes as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing a firm and defined torso. Alya doesn't take her eyes off him, watching with fascination and anticipation. When Aiden starts to unbutton his pants, revealing his large, erect member, Alya swallows, her gaze filled with curiosity and desire. 

Without saying a word, Aiden moves toward Alya, taking her by the hips and gently pulling her toward him. His hands travel over her body until they reach the last garment covering her. Carefully, he slides Alya's panties down her legs, removing them completely and letting them fall to the floor. 

He leans over her, his body fitting perfectly against Alya's. Their lips meet again in an intense kiss, their tongues intertwining as Alya's chest rubs against Aiden's bare torso. "Ahh..." Alya moans as she feels Aiden's erection brushing against her crotch, setting her skin on fire with each contact. 

Alya breaks the kiss, her eyes locked on Aiden's, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I've never done this before." 

Aiden nods with understanding and tenderness, his hands guiding carefully as he aligns the tip of his member against Alya's wet lips. Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Alya holds her breath as she feels how her interior is slowly invaded, going deeper and deeper. Her body tenses to the maximum until a slight obstacle halts the movement. Their gazes meet, filled with a mix of nervousness. "Do it," Alya whispers with determination. Aiden nods and, with a firm but careful thrust, breaks through the barrier, fully claiming Alya for the first time. 

A sharp moan escapes her lips. "Ah!" she exclaims, feeling a sudden pain that is mirrored in the small tears welling up in her eyes. Instinctively, she stretches her arms and wraps them around Aiden, holding him tightly. "Stay like this for a moment," she asks softly, needing time to adjust to the new sensation. 

Aiden doesn't respond with words; instead, he wraps her in his arms in a protective embrace, staying still as he waits patiently. Minutes pass, and slowly Alya begins to relax. "Move... slowly," she whispers in Aiden's ear, her voice trembling but confident. 

Obeying, Aiden starts to move his hips gently, entering and exiting in a slow rhythm. "Ah... Ah... Ah..." Alya moans, her breath shallow as she feels her body adjust to the thrusts. Each slow, deliberate movement causes Aiden's member to brush against and push into the most sensitive points inside her. 

The initial pain gradually fades, replaced by a wave of pleasure that spreads throughout her body. "Ah... Ah..." her moans become more frequent as her breasts move slightly to the rhythm of the thrusts. Her hands grip the sheets, her body arching as an orgasm begins to form, growing in intensity. All she feels now is pleasure, replacing any trace of discomfort from before. 

"Faster," Alya gasps, her voice trembling with the intensity. Aiden increases his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper with each movement. Alya throws her head back, her body arching as her moans turn into cries of pure pleasure. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Aiden, keep going... don't stop, I'm close!" 

With renewed firmness, Aiden grabs Alya's hips, lifting them slightly to adjust the angle. His movements grow more intense, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Alya screams, feeling the pressure inside her peak. It doesn't take many more thrusts before her body explodes into an overwhelming climax. "Yes! Ahhhh!" she cries, her body trembling as she feels her juices spill, marking her release. 

Aiden, feeling his own limit, gives one last deep thrust and buries himself completely inside her. With a low, deep moan, he releases a powerful load of semen, filling Alya's womb with his warmth. "Ohhh... yes," Alya moans as she feels the thick liquid fill her completely. 

They stay like that for a few moments, their ragged breaths filling the silence as their bodies recover. When Aiden finally pulls out, a strand of semen begins to escape from Alya's pussy, making her smile softly. Sitting up slightly, she looks at the mess they've made. "Hehehe, we sure made a mess," she comments, her voice full of satisfaction as she watches the liquid drip. 

"Do you think you can continue?" Aiden asks, looking at her with a spark of challenge in his eyes. 

Alya answers with a provocative look, making it clear that she has no intention of giving up. "Of course I can," she says firmly, grabbing Aiden's arm and pushing him toward the bed, ready to take control. Now, it's her turn to lead. 

[Marinette's Room – 2:00 am] 

"Ahhhh!" Marinette wakes up suddenly, her breath ragged as she blinks, trying to orient herself. She looks around and notices Alya's bag on the table. "What's this doing here?..." she murmurs, before the realization hits her. "Oh, right!" she says, remembering that Alya had mentioned staying over to "sleep." However, something doesn't add up. 

Marinette scans the room more closely and frowns. "Where is she?" she murmurs. Her gaze stops at the clock. "2:00 am?!" she exclaims, alarmed. Without wasting time, she grabs her phone and calls her friend, but the call is rejected. She tries again, her worry growing with every failed attempt, until she finally sighs in frustration. "She just turned off her phone!" she shouts, pacing back and forth. 

"I have no choice," she says determinedly, clenching her fists. "This is for my friend's sake." With firm resolve, she transforms into Ladybug and shoots out of her room's window. "At least I'll make sure she's okay," she mutters to herself as she leaps from rooftop to rooftop. 

Marinette remembers the address of Aiden's house, one Alya had shown her a few times during conversations. When she arrives, she spots the huge house from a distance. It's elegant and quiet, most of the lights off, except one. Without hesitation, Marinette approaches and jumps to the lit window, landing on a balcony with a glass door. 

Doing her best to stay quiet, she peeks inside, her eyes scanning the interior. But nothing could have prepared her for what she sees. 

This is Aiden's room. As expected, Aiden is lying on his bed. What he didn't imagine was his best friend completely naked, riding him without any shame.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" Alya screams as she bounces hard on Aiden's erection. "Oh, yes!" she exclaims with her eyes closed, moving her hips with greater intensity. "More! More!" Her voice mixes with the rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding and the creaking of the mattress beneath them.

Alya places her hands on Aiden's firm abdomen, using it as support to thrust harder. Their moans fill the room, while Aiden's hands firmly grip Alya's hips, helping her maintain the frantic pace.

From the balcony, Marinette watches, frozen. Her breathing quickens as she sees how Alya's hips move provocatively, with a visible smile of pleasure on her face. The scene in front of her is as intimate as it is raw. Marinette shouldn't be witnessing this. She should leave or interrupt, but her feet don't respond.

Frozen, she stays where she is, unable to take her eyes off the two bodies surrendering to each other. She feels a torrent of confused emotions as she witnesses what can best be described as a wild act of passion between them.

"Ahhhh!", Alya screams, her body arching as an orgasm courses through her like an electric shock. "Aiden... I'm close," she gasps, her eyes half-lidded. "Inside... I want it inside," she demands, almost pleading, as she moves her hips, seeking more.

Aiden can't hold back. With a guttural groan, he thrusts his hips up, driving into her with force. His body tenses as he releases line after line of his hot semen inside her. Alya can barely stay upright, finally collapsing backward, lying on her back on the bed. Sweat drenches her, making her skin glow under the dim light. Her chest rises and falls quickly, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm running through her.

However, Aiden isn't finished. He sits up, gripping Alya's hips firmly and turning her over so she's on her stomach. "Wait, I'm not recovered yet!" Alya protests, but her cry turns into a deep moan when Aiden grabs her ass, lifts her, and thrusts into her with a single powerful motion.

"Ahhhh!" Alya screams as she feels him inside her again. Aiden begins to move with a violent, determined rhythm, his hips crashing against hers as her body shakes with each thrust. "Oh... ah... ahhh!" Alya gasps, her voice trembling between the rhythmic collisions of their bodies.

Aiden leans forward, his mouth brushing against Alya's neck, leaving a light bite that makes her shudder. "Oh, yes!" she cries, her voice heavy with pleasure. "This... feels so good," she adds, biting her lip as sweat trickles down her forehead.

From the balcony, Marinette watches in silence, her eyes wide open and her cheeks flushed. She had convinced herself that this was "making love," but now she realizes she was completely wrong. There's no tenderness or gentleness in their movements; what they do is raw, intense, and carnal. They're fucking, and that's the only way to describe it.

Marinette's hands, almost without her realizing, slide softly over her outfit. One moves up to her chest, squeezing it lightly, while the other moves down toward her most intimate area. Her fingers begin to rub slowly and timidly, unable to take her eyes off the scene in front of her. Hypnotized, she continues watching as her friend gives herself completely to Aiden.

"More, more!" Alya screams as Aiden thrusts into her from behind in the doggy style position. Her back arches as she feels him grab her hair, pulling it back forcefully. "Ahhh!" she cries, trembling from the intensity. The stimulation is so overwhelming that her body quickly gives in.

"Ahhhh!" Alya screams one last time as an intense orgasm surges through her, making her tremble. Her legs finally give out, causing her to collapse onto the bed, exhausted. "Ah... ahhh~," she moans between heavy breaths, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Aiden falls beside her, wrapping his arms around her in a protective gesture. Alya, still trying to catch her breath, rests her head on Aiden's chest and hugs him tightly. Slowly, exhaustion takes over them both, and they soon fall into a deep sleep, their bodies intertwined.

Meanwhile, Marinette watches from a distance, her body rigid and her mind in chaos. "Ahhh~," she softly moans, surprised by the small orgasm that pulses through her as she watches them finish their act. When she realizes what she's doing , her face fills with alarm.

She struggles to stay on her feet; her legs are still weak from the intensity of what she just witnessed and felt. However, she manages to summon enough strength and stumbles away, rushing off before anyone can catch her.

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Author's note: Question, are you here for the story or for the smut? Be honest, I want to know. Also, a 5k chapter? Did I go crazy or did I get inspired while writing? Whatever the answer is, I want to see a comment or a review. I think I deserve it.