A/N: I wanted to try my hand at writing smut and I figured what better test subjects than the sin ship? So enjoy my first ever attempt at smut!
Marinette woke to the sound of light knocking on her hatch door. She opened her eyes unmoving as she stared sleepily at the mostly finished homework left on her desk. Sitting up, she pulled a sheet from her cheek that had gotten stuck as she slept. She winced as she stretched, rubbing the back of her stiff neck.
Nervous feet shuffling could be heard from above. The ravenette rolled her eyes, sometimes Chat would come over and just stroll right into her room with all the confidence in the world. But recently he was more like this, sure that Marinette would want to send him away no matter how many times she insisted she would never, and really did enjoy his visits.
"Sorry about that," she yawned head popping out from her hatch door "I fell asleep doing homework."
"Sorry to wake you from your cat-nap." he grinned as she groaned at his pun and walked to lean next to where he sat on her banister. "I can go if you'd rather sleep or do work," he said more seriously, looking at her nervously. Her hair was down, something he had learned over his many visits meant she was ready for bed.
"Kitty," Marinette rolled her eyes "I cannot believe you still even ask that, how many times have you been here already?" she turned her head to look at him pointedly but winced at the sharp pain in her neck.
He chuckled "Okay, fair, sorry, that was the last ti-" he stopped seeing the pained look she had "you okay princess?"
"Yeah, I think I slept funny," she rubbed the back of where her neck met her shoulder "I don't recommend falling asleep at your desk."
"I can help." Chat stated earnestly.
"How?" Marinette asked wincing again as she rubbed against the tight spot in her neck.
"I'm really good at massages." Chat grinned, softly pulling her hand away from rubbing herself before she accidentally did more damage.
Marinette looked uncertain "You're good at massages?"
Chat nodded emphatically in response "What kind of knight in shining leather would I be if I couldn't cater to my princesses every need?" he teased.
Marinette thought for a second, slowly rolling her neck winced yet again and sighed, normally she would have no problem saying yes but she was ready for bed, which meant she wasn't exactly properly clothed to have her (not completely platonic) guy friend rubbing his hands over her. But her neck really hurt and pain outweighed her sense of decency so at last, she agreed. "Come on in master masseuse." she moved to hold the hatch door open for him.
He grinned before jumping into her room, landing with a gentle thud as he had many times before. She followed him inside appreciatively scratching him under the chin as she passed by to sit on her bed facing the wall. He followed her, smiling lightly at the casual scratch he had earned.
"Where does it hurt?" Chat asked, lightly placing his hands on her shoulders as he sat down behind her.
"Lower right side of my neck is where I think the worst knot is," Marinette responded as he went to work.
He slowly dug his thumbs into the back of her neck, kneading the muscle of her shoulders delicately. She sucked in a breath as he found the particularly tight spot "tell me if it hurts too much princess," Chat murmured focused on alleviating her pain without causing her more in the process.
"Sure thing kitty."
He worked slowly, moving his hands with just the right amount of force to smooth out the tightness she had in her neck. She let out a soft moan as he finally relieved the knot that had caused the painful stiffness in her neck. He blushed slightly at the sound, thankful that she had to have her back turned to him and couldn't see the redness he knew was overtaking his face at the continued gentle noises he was eliciting from her while he worked.
"Where the heck did you learn this skill Chat?" Marinette breathed, holding back another sound of pleasure.
"My mom taught me," he responded softly.
Marinette wanted to ask why his voice always sounded so sad when he talked about his mother, over his many visits she had learned a lot about her superhero partner, but as usually happened she couldn't bring herself to ask the personal questions. Secret identities were still there, and important, no matter how much she wanted to help him, she couldn't pry into his personal life. She wouldn't ask questions that may make him give away things she shouldn't know (if he told her that was one thing, but she was always careful not to ask).
"Glad you're enjoying it," he continued wanting to move the conversation along "and to think you almost didn't let me."
"Well who would just let a stray put their hands all over them," she teased in response, thankful his fragile voice was short-lived, completely unaware of how that sentence was affecting the feline boy behind her.
All over? From the sounds she was making he was already having problems but after a hearing something like that he felt the blood travel from his face to somewhere even less helpful.
Over the course of his many visits, the two had mostly stuck to talking, hanging out, playing video games, and the occasional movie night, fun friendly things like that. That was how it was supposed to be between them. But one night, one particular visit, went a bit differently. To make a long story short, they had kissed, kissing eventually turned into long makeout sessions. They didn't happen often and it never went much further than that but it had made the supposed to just be platonic friendship considerably less platonic.
The pair never discussed what had happened, what was still happening. They each understood that they liked different people. That they were kind of using each other as an emotional backup, a way to vent frustration. They never discussed that there could be more to their feelings for each other on the matter.
Now that her neck was tension free Chat began to move his hands down her shoulders and around her shoulder blades. She let out another soft moan as he found and freed another sweet spot. If she continued with those sounds this visit was going to end with more than just making out, yet the hero couldn't help but suggest "If you lie down I can do your entire back."
"Yes please," she sighed blissfully, and they shifted so she could lie on her stomach.
He slowly worked his way down from her shoulder blades, trying and failing not to focus on the soft sounds the girl beneath him was emitting. She didn't even seem to notice that she was making any noises as she was lulled into a complete sense of relaxation and comfort, she was definitely unaware of what she was doing to her poor cat.
Chat gulped, he had reached where he knew he should have felt a bra strap only to find nothing. That was the last straw, it was official this girl was going to end him and he would be happy to go by her hands. Her hands, now that was a thought.
"Don't you think I deserve some reward for this special treatment?" he asked, hoping he was able to mask the huskiness of his voice.
"Mhm, anything," she responded comfortably, voice sleepy.
He swallowed, letting his mind wander to what anything could entail while he continued to massage down her back. He stopped when he reached the bottom hem of her shirt, where it had ridden up considerably from the friction.
"Anything?" he purred, moving his fingers slowly beneath her shirt. He stopped when he felt her stiffen under his touch, but when she didn't move or say anything he continued trailing his fingers up sending pleasant chills down her spine, dragging her shirt up in the process.
He stopped again when her shirt had bunched up to about where her chest was had she been turned around. He pressed his lips softly against the top of her exposed back, no reaction. Did she fall asleep? He kissed her again, still nothing. He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked down her spine.
She gasped. He smirked, thought so.
He lifted his head and she took the opportunity to turn around. He had a few seconds to drink in the sight of her, she was doing things to him again. Her shirt still ridden up, exposing her toned stomach, hair in disarray around her adorably flushed face. Damn, why was anyone allowed to be so freaking hot?
She grabbed his bell, crashing her lips against his hungrily. He shifted so he was sitting on top of her now, straddling her. He used one hand to support himself on top of her, the other lazily feeling up her body. He paused when he reached the bunched up hem of her shirt, his thumb tracing circles under her chest, just barely grazing the bottom of the soft mound.
She stopped suddenly, pushing him away slightly and breaking the heated kiss.
"Chat…" she warned, turning her head so she didn't have to look into his longing eyes.
He growled, sinking his head into the crook of her neck, but kept his hand firmly in place between their bodies.
"You like someone else…I know." he murmured against her skin. Why can't I just tell her it's me? He thought frustrated, but he knew the answer. Ladybug would kill him. Marinette would kill him. It could put him in danger. It could put her in danger. And a myriad of other reasons, but right now he just wanted her.
"A-and you like Ladybug." her voice sounded unsure, but he knew that if he looked at her face she would have the usual, set and confident, look in her eyes.
"I like you too you know." the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and he felt her shift beneath him to look at him in surprise, but he kept his head down lips just barely grazing the skin of her shoulder.
She slowly lifted her hand to rest on the top of his head and began gently drawing her fingers through his messy golden hair. "I like you also Chat, but-" but what? The dumb boy she'd been pining after for nearly four years, who didn't seem interested in her as more than a friend, who she sometimes still had trouble forming coherent sentences in front of, had her heart? Yes. that was exactly it, unfortunately. "But it's not the same."
"It doesn't have to mean anything," he reasoned quickly, hating what he was saying. He lifted his head to look at her and gauge her reaction "nothing else we do ever does." his heart was slowly sinking, he wanted it to mean something. Ladybug showed no interest, he'd been pining for her for over three years and had been kissing Marinette for almost two of those years, sue him if he'd fallen for the girl.
She frowned and moved her hand from his hair to softly cup his cheek. "Chat you know that's not true." He didn't.
Chat shifted so he could hold her hand with the one he had used to support himself. He marveled at the quiet whimper she let out as his legs grinded against hers. "Then either way," he started, voice barely above a whisper. He pulled her hand from his cheek, holding it down beside her head, trapped against the bed "what's the harm," he kissed her jaw and she naturally arched her neck up to allow him more access "in a little further?" he just wanted her to reciprocate, to love him as Chat as she loved him as Adrien.
She used her free hand to pull his lips back onto hers, his hand that had been pressed between their bodies continued its path up hers. He cupped her breast over the fabric of her shirt, a hopeful thumb tucked underneath the bunched up fabric. She gasped breaking the kiss.
"The harm," she said, slightly breathless "I don't want you to get hurt."
He captured her lips again "I'm a tough cat," he ghosted his lips along the skin of her cheek and sucked her earlobe gently, letting his breath tickle her ear "I'll be fine."
"I don't want to get hurt."
That made him stop "Mari I would never-"
"I know that," she cut him off with a sigh "look I'm scared okay!" she sounded slightly angry and he couldn't tell if it was directed more at herself or him. "What I feel for you is so different, so-" she couldn't think of the right words to explain it.
The feelings she had for Chat were wild, like a storm blowing in and out of her life, powerful, terrifying, and addictive. So different from the calm, daydreamy, and gentle feelings that she held for Adrien.
"I know what you mean Marinette." he looked at her carefully "We love other people. But there's something else, some different type of love for each other." he sighed and she stayed quiet, if the moment wasn't so intimate she probably would have snorted at the cheesy line. "But right now, why can't it just be us. Forget the other two blind idiots who don't know what they're missing."
She blinked, he was right of course, but it couldn't be that simple, could it? "Okay," she said softly. But it was enough to make his eyes light up and grin spread across his face, in a second he was kissing her again.
She took a moment to react, but eventually tangled her free hand in his hair, using it as leverage to pull him closer. Not wanting to scare her again after her finally getting comfortable with what they were doing he let her lead. Thumb still stroking the area under her breast, eager to move up. She rolled her hips against his and that was the end of his control.
His hand slid under her shirt and he grinned at the moan she let out as he began teasing the mound. He used the moan as an opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and swirled his tongue around hers as he pressed his body flush against hers. She grinded against him, urging him to keep going and he happily obliged. He squeezed her breast rubbing his thumb over her hardened nub tenderly.
Suddenly Marinette pushed him off of her. He sat up, upset but understanding if she felt like they had gone too far. Chat was more than pleasantly surprised when she just used the freedom to throw off her shirt. As usual when Marinette committed to something she went all out with it. He barely had time to take in her beautiful, freckled, full form before she pulled him down, crashing their lips back together. She pulled him as close as she could, their teeth clicked as she deepened the kiss even more.
He let his hands travel up and down her sides, upset that he couldn't explore her with his bare hands, but still taking the chance to revel in the warmth he felt radiating off her through the suit. She pulled her mouth away from his catching her breath and shifted their bodies so she could wrap her legs around him. He took the opportunity to let his lips explore the different areas of her body, his face being the only exposed skin he had to feel hers with.
He ghosted his lips across her jaw, kissed down her neck, softly bit her slightly protruding collar bone, which earned a satisfactory sharp hiss. She wrapped her legs around him tighter as he slowly worked his way down failing to filter any sounds from her mouth. Her hands raked through his hair, ran down his neck, and slid across his arms, excitedly feeling his muscled form. He all but growled when he felt her nails dig into his back as he sucked, nipped, and kissed his way around her body.
He continued trailing kisses down to her chest then slowly licked between her cleavage before going back and kissing over the wet trail he left, her breath hitched. Chat smirked "I like all the different noises you make," he teased.
"Shut up," Marinette responded breathily, still clinging to him.
"As you wish," he murmured playfully before capturing a rosy peak between his lips. She arched her hips against his trying and failing to quiet her moans as he softly bit the sensitive flesh. Her other pert mound wasn't left forgotten and he gently kneaded and stroked her breast.
He pulled away taking a second to enjoy how she looked. What he'd done to her. She was beautifully flushed, chest heaving as she caught her breath. But he wasn't done yet.
He hungrily continued his earlier path down her stomach. She shuddered beneath him as he reached the band of her pajama shorts. He tentatively slipped his fingers into the bottoms but made no move to pull them down and out of his way, choosing instead to tease her (and in the process himself) a bit more. He kissed between her legs, over her clothing, then went to kiss her upper thighs just below her shorts.
She moved her hands to the waistband of her shorts, ready to remove them but Chat just kissed her knuckles and pushed her hands away, wanting to do the honors himself. He finally began to slowly, so, so slowly pull the shorts down her thin legs. Enjoying the way Marinette bucked her hips and struggled to just- help him get them off already so he could continue!
When finally they were off he moved his head back between her creamy thighs, proudly noting the obviously very damp underwear she now wore. He kissed her inner thigh, she sucked in a breath. He licked her, so close to where she wanted him to focus but not quite there.
"Chat," she huffed, lifting her hips ever so slightly. He held her legs down, careful to not let his claws cut into the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Eager now aren't we?" he purred looking up at her.
"It was your idea," she rasped.
He kissed her lower lips through her red and black spotted underwear and smirked at the gasp it elicited from her "and a great idea it was, no?" he cooed.
She tried to push her hips toward him again but he held her in place. He took one hand off her leg and let it ghost over where she wanted it. Honestly, he was getting kind of tired of just teasing her now too. He wanted to do this just as much as she did (if not more) but considering he had unusually long and sharp claws still attached to his fingers he wasn't exactly sure how to go about it.
He stroked her slit with the back of his finger, still through her underwear, and she whimpered anticipatorily. He bent his finger and stuck his knuckle into her hole, using another knuckle to tweak her clit.
"C'mon already Chat," she moaned a mixture of annoyance and pleasure. "Stop with the teasing, I know your fingers are longer than that," she propped herself up on her elbows to look at him pointedly.
He wanted to reply with some witty comment but the annoyed look on her face stopped him. "Claws princess," he explained "I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh," was all she said before flopping back onto her bed "well that sucks."
He allowed a self-satisfied smile to spread across his face, glad she was at least eager for it now after her earlier hesitation. Then an idea struck him, he'd already gotten this far what was one more crazy, stupid idea?
The black-clad hero climbed back on top of her. This time inserting one of his legs between hers, pressing his knee up against her to give her some much-desired pressure. He reclaimed her mouth for a chaste kiss before whispering "do you trust me Marinette?"
She looked up at him confused "of course Chat." the grin that spread across his face made her feel that maybe she should retract that answer. "What are you doing?" she asked as he slid off of her and walked across the room.
"You said you trust me, princess," he winked.
"And now I'm thinking I should have added a 'most of the time' to that statement kitty." she sat up and watched him search around her room for something.
After a few moments, he stood up triumphantly obviously having found what he was looking for. He walked back over to her and held up a long, thick piece of black fabric. He smirked as she figured out his plan.
"What are you thinking Chat." she stated, knowing the answer.
"I'm thinking," he began wrapping the fabric around her eyes "that I really want to feel your soft skin with my bare hands."
She turned red but let him finish tying the improvised blindfold on her. "I'm going to detransform now, if you're okay with this." he delicately stroked her cheek.
She knew she should say no, that she should definitely not be okay with this, but all she could bring herself to do was bite her lip and nod. There was a flash of green light she could just barely see through the thick fabric covering her eyes combined with her eyelids being tightly squeezed shut. She faintly heard a voice she didn't recognize asking for cheese and Chat whisper back a quick "later" and the sound of him swatting, what she rightly assumed was his kwami, away.
She could feel him looking at her now, this boy she knew so well yet not at all. Feeling suddenly embarrassed she crossed her arms over herself in an attempt to somewhat cover up in the eyes of this not exactly stranger. If she hadn't made that stupid rule about identities this would all be so much easier. If she didn't still believe identities were important this would all be so much easier.
He knew he should move, do something, say something, but without the mask Adrien always felt immediately more unsure about his actions. He had made it this far, and he wasn't about to stop now especially when he could finally actually touch her, feel her. Marinette was beginning to look uncomfortable at his lack of action and he didn't want that. So with a deep breath, he tried to continue being as Chat-like as possible. To her he was still only Chat Noir so it couldn't be too hard, right?
He rested his hand against her cheek again and she immediately leaned into it. "I was right," he murmured stroking her cheek.
"About what?" she asked quietly.
"It is really soft." he chuckled as she turned bright red.
"Oh just get back over here you stupid cat." she tugged at his wrist, leading him back into the bed and he happily let her, glad to see the slight discomfort she had was quickly gone. She captured his lips as he slid into the bed with her once more.
His hands unabashedly traveled across every inch of her body. He could actually feel her now, skin to skin, it was not an opportunity he was about to let go to waste. He was kissing her as Adrien now, not Chat Noir, even if she didn't know it. That made a world of a difference to him. He pulled her closer, if that was even possible. He wished again to just be able to tell her who he was, or to at least not have to feel guilty about asking her out as Adrien without telling her, but he did (would she even accept him as Adrien when she did things like this with Chat?).
Marinette slipped her hand under his shirt, freeing him from his troubled thoughts, any and all thoughts actually. He felt her warm hands travel up his chest before dragging her nails back down, sending pleasant chills tingling throughout his body. He quickly stripped himself of his white button up, then helped Marinette remove his black t-shirt quickly as well. Breaking their lips apart for as minimal time as necessary to discard the articles of clothing.
She shifted to straddle him, grinding her hips against his in the process. He could feel her grin into their kiss as a muffled moan escaped his lips. He was confident that if it weren't for the blindfold he would be able to see a devious glint in her normally innocent looking blue eyes.
She dropped her head to his collar bone. "No marks princess," he breathed as she began sucking and nipping at one particular spot on the newly freed flesh she now had access to.
"And why not?" she asked, breath hot against his skin.
It was because of his career, but he couldn't exactly tell her that. "If we know each other you would see," he stated, only half aware that he practically just admitted that they did know each other if that's what he was worried about and completely didn't mind that fact.
She didn't seem to process the little clue he gave and kissed the spot one last time before moving on. Adrien didn't have time to be upset that she hadn't picked up on his accidental but not at all regrettable hint as she moved down to a new spot.
"Now I won't see it," she hummed before sucking on the newly chosen area of his exposed skin, a little above the top of his pants. He had no argument against her leaving him a hickey there that wouldn't give away too much, so instead of explaining he opted for a new plan.
"Nope," he grunted before pushing her down against the bed again "I had some unfinished business." he moved back to his earlier position between her legs.
"At least you have no excuse to tease me this time," she stretched her legs wide to give him optimal access.
"Doesn't mean I won't," he replied kissing the inside of her knee.
She pouted "you do not get to blindfold me in order to do things, only to continue teasing me."
"Do things?" he kissed the bottom of her inner thigh.
"Yes, things." she tangled a hand in his hair to try and lightly, but impatiently, direct him further up.
"What things would that be." he let her drag him up, still only kissing the top of her inner thigh when she stopped.
"You know," she waved her hand not currently playing with his hair "things."
"I do know things." he kissed between her legs, over her underwear once again.
"Prove it."
He knew she said it just to get a rise out of him, so that he would stop teasing her but he was always up for a challenge, especially one like this so he happily obliged. He slipped his finger underneath her underwear sliding it up and down the outer slit once before sticking one finger inside her dripping wet core. He curled his finger inside her and she arched her back at the motion, biting her lip to hold back a loud moan. He pulled his finger out again and hooked it around her underwear to pull it down, she shifted to help him quickly discard it.
He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder to give himself better access to her entrance before eagerly sticking his finger back inside. He used his other hand to rub her clit as he gently moved his finger in and out.
"C-Chat," Marinette bit her lip in a failed attempt to stifle the moan as he cautiously stuck in a second finger, continuing the rhythm. She bucked her hips achingly, wanting him to speed up his slow and steady motions. He continued the steady pace of his two fingers thrusting in and out if her, but curiously moved the finger playing with her clit in faster, tighter circles. "Fuck," she whimpered, as her hips involuntarily lifted upward.
Pleased with the result Adrien pulled out his fingers and focused more on her sensitive nub. He moved his head closer, lifting her leg still draped over his shoulder, higher in the process. He flicked his tongue over it and she mewled. One taste and he was addicted, he hungrily began lapping up the wet juices flowing from her. Her hand tightened its hold on his hair as his tongue delved into her, her other hand twisting the sheets as he fucked her with his tongue.
"Chat!" she all but yelled his name as he slipped a finger back in, working in tandem with his tongue, his other hand still rubbing her clit at randomly changing speeds. "I'm gonna-" she couldn't finish that sentence, her body tightening in preparation. Adrien began working faster, adding back the second finger pulsating it in and out even faster now as she writhed beneath him.
"Adrien!" she cried out in the final blinding moment of pleasure, her body convulsed, wave after wave of bliss taking hold of her. She was too delirious to realize she had said the name of a different blonde boy than the one she knew to be with her, and Adrien was to turned on by her calling out his real name to care that she didn't know it was him.
She slid her leg off his shoulder and he moved so he could lie next to her. Her body glistened with sweat and he watched her chest heave up and down as she caught her breath. She turned her head to look toward him and he wished he could see her eyes, he imagined they were half-lidded and filled with a look somewhere between love and desire. He draped his arm across her body and nuzzled his head into her side.
She kissed the top of his head "well you certainly proved you know things" she said, catching her breath at last.
"I told you so princess, have you no faith in your cat?"
"Well it was beginning to seem like you were just a tease," she replied easily. And he was happy to note she made no comment about the implication of 'your'. "Now it's my turn to prove I know things," she stated, he looked up at her in surprise.
"Princess you don't have to-"
"I want to." she cut him off unwrapping his arm from around her and sitting up. He made to sit up with her but she pushed him down, splaying her fingers across his well-built chest.
She dragged her fingers down his chest sending pleasant tingles throughout his body. She entertained the idea of teasing him as much as he had teased her as she slowly dragged kisses on all the exposed skin she could find, she enjoyed the way Chat shuddered under her every touch. She found the waistband of his jeans and slipped her fingers inside trailing her nails underneath the very top of his boxers.
"Are you just going to tease me?" he asked her in a very similar way she had asked him not very long ago.
"I'm not as mean as you kitty don't worry," she smiled in a way that made him very worried. Her hands followed his waistband searching for the zipper. When she found it, instead of pulling it down she palmed his bulge enjoying the groans he let out under her touch.
"Come on Mari," he moaned, the pressure of his trapped erection becoming too much.
She slowly and deliberately began undoing the closure on his pants "it's your turn to cum," she smirked when his breath hitched at the dumb line she knew he would love.
"If I wasn't already so turned on that would have been a dangerous thing to say," he warned breathless, why were puns such a thing for him?
"I know." she taunted, palming his freed bulge through his underwear.
He sucked in a breath as she gripped him through the thin fabric, he twitched under her touch. She gave him a few gentle pumps then far too soon released him. She began sliding his pants down his legs, letting her nails lightly scratch his skin as they traveled down. Once his jeans were discarded she climbed on top of him to straddle him. Her hands quested across his body stopping after locating his face, she leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth thoroughly enjoying his obvious torment.
"You missed," he panted lips barely parted, he could feel her soaking through his underwear as she pressed against him.
"I can't see," she teased, though they both knew that her not kissing his mouth was completely intentional. "I'll try again." she ran her hand softly over his face in a way Adrien found strangely intimate. She kissed his nose, then between his eyebrows, she feathered a few kisses over his jaw, until finally placing her lips just above his, their breath mingled making him dizzy. Just before she placed her mouth to his she gyrated her hips against his, he choked at the sudden movement and she used it as an opportunity to plunge her tongue into his mouth.
Adrien grabbed her ass to slow her hip movements so he could focus more on the way she swirled her tongue in his mouth, she pulled back a thin line of saliva caught between their swollen, kiss bitten lips.
She sat up, another moan escaped him as her hips moved against his. She took his hands currently cupping her butt and pulled them to travel up her sides to hold her hips. She smiled almost shyly at him and if it were possible for his heart to beat any faster it would have, how could someone look simultaneously so innocent and sinful?
"You're beautiful," Adrien hummed enjoying how he could see the red blush travel from her face to across her chest, upset he couldn't see her eyes.
"You're just saying that to get in my pants," she responded sinking her head to rest against his body acutely aware of the soft noises he emitted at every slight movement of her hips.
"I think we're far past that princess," he laughed, tracing circles on her back with his thumb.
"Then to get me into yours," she smiled resting her chin against his chest to look up at him, though she couldn't see him.
"I meant it, you're beautiful and I'm sorry I've never told you before," he said it so seriously she was a bit taken aback. He really did mean it and thoughts of just ripping away her blindfold to let her see him taunted the blonde. He could tell her. What was stopping him? Four years of unrequited love?
"Chat don't…" she trailed off. Don't what? Make this more intimate than it had to be? They were a little past that. Don't make her tempted to just rip her stupid blindfold off and tell him who she was? That was probably more accurate.
"It's okay princess," he brushed her hair over her shoulder and sighed "we don't have to talk about it."
She took a deep breath, the words I love you caught in the far back of her throat. No. They were not going to do this now. She sat back up in one fluid motion, he involuntarily bucked his hips as the sudden movement. She wanted to apologize to him, for not wanting to talk about it, for not being able to talk about, for never being able to talk about it. But all she could bring herself to do was let out a barely audible frustrated sigh and focus on his cock poking into her through his now very damp underwear.
He sucked in a breath as she moved back to slip off the lasting article of clothing, conversations they needed to have lost in his mind for another time. She trailed her finger from the head to the base of his dick before wrapping her hand around it. He groaned as she pumped her hand along his length. She used her second hand to gently tug at his balls. The reaction was instantaneous he let out a strangled sound and his hips attempted to follow the motion of her hands.
She bent forward letting the tip of his shaft run across her chest before engulfing it in her mouth. She heard a sharp intake of air and quiet "Mari, fucking holy shit," as she began slowly bobbing her head up and down his throbbing member. She brought it as far back into her mouth as she felt comfortable with, using a hand to stroke the area she couldn't fit. She quickened her pace and he quivered beneath her, she could tell he was close but she wasn't ready to let him finish just yet.
She took her mouth off of him with a small 'pop' completely enjoying his disappointed groan. But she didn't give him much time to feel unsatisfied as she ran her tongue down his length then back up, swirling her tongue around the head before her hand followed the same path thumbing his head with some slight pressure. "M-my lady." he breathed out and she froze for a second, he didn't seem to notice what he had said and she couldn't bring herself to feel properly annoyed at him; enjoying the pleasant chills hearing him say those words, in that voice gave her.
Still, she had to punish him a little bit, when she took his cock into her mouth again she ran her teeth ever so gently over the sensitive skin earning a rough, choked breath from the blonde. She eased up sweeping her tongue quickly over the offended area. Marinette began bobbing her head quickly over the top of his dick her hand pumping across the bottom half.
"I'm gonna cum," his voice sounded strangled and husky and brought her some weird sense of pride, she had done that to him.
"Mhm," she hummed in response he could feel the vibrations and another moan escaped his lips. She sped up again, her tongue swirling around the tip as her hand increased its speed even more. Her other hand tugged and squeezed his balls gently and he was undone.
"Marinette!" he arched and cried out her name releasing himself into her mouth, dissolving into pleasure. She kept her mouth on him as he rode the orgasm. She sat up when he finished, knowing he was just a mess of sweat, pure bliss, and panting breaths. she attempted to swallow his load but ended up choking slightly and having to spit excess of his cum into the garbage can she kept by her bed.
She crawled up to lie next to him, head resting against his chest. She wished she could see him. See what she had done to him. What his green eyes would look at her like after doing something like this. He wrapped his arm securely around her and she snuggled into him closer waiting for him to catch his breath before saying anything.
"You seem to know your fair share of things too," he said after finally being able to collect his thoughts.
"The internet," Marinette responded cheekily.
He laughed and pulled her closer. I wish I could show you who I am, he wanted to say but "what kind of websites do you spend your time on princess?" was all that came out.
"Shut up," her voice was muffled against his chest.
They cuddled in silence until Adrien could hear the soft even breaths of sleep taking over his princess, barely able to keep his eyelids open himself. He carefully slid his arm out from where it was trapped beneath her small body.
"Plagg," he called out quietly for his kwami whilst trying to get dressed as silently as possible to not wake the sleeping girl next to him.
"Yeah?" the little magical creature floated in front of Adrien as he slipped his t-shirt over his head.
"Time to go," his voice sounded a little regretful as he looked over at the empty space left for him on Marinette's bed.
"I never got cheese," Plagg complained.
"You'll survive the short trip home," Adrien rolled his eyes at the tiny humph of annoyance he heard in response.
Adrien quietly and delicately slipped the blindfold off from around Marinette's head, holding his breath (he couldn't tell if it was more hopeful or apprehensive) as she turned toward him in her sleep releasing it when all she did was quietly mumble "kitty," and curl into herself more. He smiled to himself and pulled the blanket over her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before stepping back. He saw his white over-shirt still discarded on the floor near her bed and reached out for it and stopped himself. It couldn't hurt, could it? He wasn't telling her who he was. What was one tiny hint? So he "accidentally" forgot his shirt no big deal. Right?
"Plagg, claws out."
If anyone was up and looking at the Dupain-Cheng bakery at 2 am they would have seen Chat Noir climbing out onto the roof-balcony and pole vaulting away. What they wouldn't see was the worn in, crumbled up, white, button up, Agreste label shirt on the, girl he had just spent the evening with, floor.
A/N: I was initially just writing this to try something new but then I thought of actual plot so hopefully, an actual story will be coming out from this. (title and summary will probably change as I figure some more things out)
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