~ Warning this chapter includes (or is) sexual. You have been warned. ~
Marinette
She had convinced Alya that she needed to go home, to help with the lunch rush. Luckily, Adrien also needed to go, because one of his meetings got moved up. Alya agreed on one condition. They all had to go to the beach the next day. It didn't bother Marinette, because she actually liked going to the beach, and it would give her a small break. She had gotten to her room, and had quickly stripped and changed into the Chat outfit, her heart pounding. Tiki was arguing with her, telling her that it was a bad idea. Marinette climbed up to the sky light, waiting on her kitty. She had sent him a text, and he had told her he was on his way. Doubt had started setting in at this point. What if she didn't look good? What if her friends had lied to protect her feelings?
"Marinette I really advise against this. You're not being careful."
Tiki whined, and Marinette turned to her to disagree, when they both heard a thud on the roof. Tiki sighed, diving down beneath the loft to hide. Chat jumped down onto her bed, and she blushed, her back already against the wall. She wasn't sure what she was doing, or how far she actually wanted things to go.
"Hey kitty."
"Hello there."
He murmered as he turned to her, his eyes trailing all the way from her legs to her face, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Wow Mari... you look-"
She cut him off, pulling him closer by the collar of his suit. She kissed him fiercely, as if it would wipe away the memories of Adrien in the car. She clung to him, kissing as much as she could, desperate for him to quiet her thoughts again. He seemed to approve, because he was pulling her forward, enough so that he could lay her down. He leaned over her, propped up on his elbows. He didn't seem confused, he just went with it. Her hands raced over the leather of his suit, and a small part of her wished it was his skin. She knew he couldn't take the suit off, because she didn't want to know who he was. The anonymity made her feel alive, that whoever this person under the mask was, would know her. One person, in the entire world that would truly understand her. She shifted her hips upward, rubbing against him. She felt him stiffen, the muscles in his back tensing under her fingers. He relaxed again, grinding back against her. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel, even if they couldn't have sex. He pulled away for air, something she didn't care for.
"Mari.."
He whispered, and she pulled him closer, tugging aside his collar as she kissed and nibbled along his neck.
"Hmm?"
She closed her eyes, picking a spot just at his collar bone, sucking only slightly. If she was going to leave bruises, she wanted them as faint as possible.
"Mari."
His voice was a little more firm, and she released him, laying her head back against the pillow. His breathing was slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to hide how hard it was to breathe.
"Yes Chatton?"
Her tone was sultry, and she was proud. She didn't even know she could sound like that. He made a sound, deep and low that seemed to come from his chest, almost as if he was purring. She loved the knowledge that she could make him sound like that.
"Trust me."
That was all he said, and he slid down, sitting up between her legs. She wanted him back, leaning over her. His eyes held such adoration, and she wanted to see what else she could make him feel. She wanted to see if she could bring back how lustful he looked the other night. His hands traced over her stomach, touching along the top of her jeans. He glanced up at her, as if waiting for her to say no. But she wouldn't. She pushed her hips up, and he unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her thighs. She wished she had worn something sexier, but he didnt seem to mind the plain white cotton. He slid one of her legs out, then the other, tossing her jeans to the floor. He stared at her in silence, and she felt her nerves starting to come back.
"Kitty?"
He didn't say anything, but her calling his name seemed to pull him from whatever daze he had been in. He leaned down, kissing along her shin. Her heart hammered, with each kiss he drew farther up, closer and closer to her panties. He kissed along her inner thigh, and her muscles seemed to jump every time he touched them. Instead of going to her panties, like she had expected, he moved to the other thigh, trailing kisses back down. A wave of disappointment crashed into her, and she squirmed. He moved up again, his groin barely grazing over hers. As light as the touch was, it sent a volt of electricity through her.
"Chat..."
She whimpered, and a cruel smile grazed his lips. She had never seen him look like that. He grabbed the edge of her shirt, pulling it up, until it was over her breasts. He kissed from the top of her underwear up, kissing the only part of her breasts not obstructed by her bra. Her face burned, and her lungs ached for breath. A need was barreling through her, one she had never truly given in to. But oh, she wanted to. She started to sit up, to unclasp her bra, but he nudged her back down.
"Trust me."
He whispered again, and frustration ripped through her. What did that even mean? She closed her eyes, trying to ease the need that seemed to want to overtake her.
"Uh-uh. Look at me."
She opened her eyes again, looking down at him. His eyes never left hers, and he slowly reached under her, his fingers at the back of her bra.
"Do you want me to take it off?"
She nodded, and he paused for a moment, as if debating whether or not he should.
"Please?"
She said gently, her chest heaving. Her bra felt uncomfortably tight, and since he wouldn't let her take it off, she wanted him to hurry. He slowly unclasped it, pulling it off of her, tossing it and her shirt to the floor to join her jeans. It was relief, and she almost closed her eyes, but she didn't. She kept them locked on him, like he had asked. He kissed over her breasts, avoiding the one area she actually wanted him to put his mouth. She squirmed again, an annoyed whimper escaping her. Why was he doing that? He seemed to like watching her squirm. He paused, looking back up at her.
"Are you going to tease me again princess?"
Her eyes widened, and she shivered. That was what this was about? That's why he was teasing her? Payback?
"No, I won't."
She whispered, and he leaned up, kissing her gently. She sighed into the kiss, and he pulled away far to quickly. He started at her shoulders, trailing his gloved hands over her chest, down her stomach, and onto her thighs. She pushed her hips up again, as if asking him to take off her underwear. He obliged, hooking his fingers into the band, and agonizingly slow, pulled them down her legs. She was suddenly shy, she hadn't shown anyone else that before. Hell, she hadn't done any of this before. She had squeezed her legs shut, and he rested his hands on her knees, pulling gently.
"You're beautiful."
He murmered softly, and when he looked up at her, she could see that lust in his eyes again. This time she had caused it. Not an acuma. She took a deep breath and relaxed, while he gently spread her legs. She found herself watching his face closely, her heart pounding so hard she thought her ribs would shatter. His breathing was ragged again, he wasn't even bothering trying to hide it. He wet his lips, before looking up at her again.
"If you want me to stop, tell me."
She only nodded, holding her breath. He eased down, and she closed her eyes. She couldn't watch that. It was way too embarrassing. She felt him sigh against her, the warm breath sending shivers through her. The second his tongue touched her, her mind went blank. Each flick of his tongue wiped away every single part of her world, until only he remained. Her skin burned, and every swirl, made it burn hotter. She felt as if she could barely breathe.
"Mmm..."
It echoed in her throat, and she was shocked to realize that moan had come from her. His tounge grazed over a rather sensitive area on her clit, and her body instinctively jumped. She could feel him pause, slowly moving his tounge back over that spot. Her hand was in his hair instantly, grabbing a fistful to keep him there. She could feel that knot in her stomach getting tighter, it wouldn't be long before she came. She felt his teeth nip at her, and she moaned, completely unaware of how loud she had been. She heard a thud, and Chat looked up, locking his gaze with hers. That thud, was someone trying to open her door.
"Marinette? Why is your door locked?"
Her heart suddenly stopped pounding, and he slowly shook his head at her, before going back to work on her clit.
"I-im changing!"
She shouted, looking up at the ceiling. If there was a god up there, she prayed for him to send her mother away from the door.
"I thought I heard something. Are you okay?"
He started sucking, and she felt like the air had been ripped from her lungs.
"I'm fine!'
Her words came out quickly, and she held her breath, praying she could hold off. He was being relentless. It was as if he knew how close she was, and he refused to let her come down. The pain of trying to hold back the orgasm was ripping through her, making the muscles in her stomach ache.
"Alright, when you get done will you come downstairs?"
"Yes!"
She shouted back, trying to squirm away from Chat's persistant tounge. He kept her still, holding onto her thighs. She listened to her mother's footsteps fade, and she finally let go, her orgasm hitting her hard. She whimpered, and Chat held her tighter, his movements getting slower. Black spots danced at the corner of her vision, and she closed her eyes, her legs squeezing tightly around him. Once she had stopped shaking, he sat up, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"Good?"
He asked, and she sighed. She wanted to be angry with him, but how could she? That felt so good.
"Amazing."
She breathed, and he moved to lay next to her. She didn't want to move, her body still reeling. He laid on his side, propping his head up to look at her.
"You mad at me?"
She wanted to lie, but her smile would have given her away.
"No Chatton. I'm not mad."
She leaned over and kissed him, hoping it would tell him that she was grateful, without having to say the words. He smiled against her lips, and she pulled away, shaking her head at him.
"Your turn?"
He smiled, kissing her forehead.
"Next time princess. Can't take off my suit."
She hummed in response, a little disappointed. But he was right. Now she had to get up, get dressed, and go downstairs. If only her body knew that.
"I have to go Mari. Text me?"
"Of course Kitty."
She kissed him again, and when he did pull away, he wore a grin.
"No matter where I taste, you're always so sweet."
She was sure that if she hadn't already had a raging blush, that she would have lit up like a stop light.
"I'll see you later Chat."
"You too princess."
He pressed a quick kiss to her hair, before getting up and climbing back out of the skylight. She felt blissfully calm. Adrien could walk in right then, and plant a kiss on her, and she wouldn't even feel it.