Marinette woke up as the sunshine came in through her window, she smiled, she then noticed Chat had left early, he had left a note*

Dear purrincess,Sorry I had to leave early as I had detransformed. Hope you aren't mad with me, by the way thanks for the amazing night you gave me. I might come another night to spend with you in the same way ;)Your Beloved,Chat Noir

"He is so dreamy" Marinette cooed, as she didn't notice Tikki looking angrily at her

"Marinette, I saw everything. You should be more careful. You didn't even notice when his miraculous beeped, it could have been very dangerous if he detransformed right in the middle of your sex." The red kwami scolded

"Oh Tikki, I am so sorry"

"Next time he comes, he has to leave after the first beep of his miraculous, Understand?"

"Ok" Marinette sighed

Marinette had just finished helping her mom in the bakery as it was a Friday public holiday and she stayed up all night to think of an idea for her designs, it was 2am when she finished and Tikki had fallen asleep. After finishing she started on her homework*

"Good evening, princess." She can't help but roll her eyes at this, pulling her hand away to shut the door again.

"I'm supposed to be doing homework, Chat." She says, voice even as she moves to shut the door again, gliding past him effortlessly. She turns back once she's gotten the latch shut and folds her arms across her chest, eyebrows raised.

"It's 2AM on a Saturday, what's the point?" The words fall from his tongue so gracefully, as he leans himself against the wall. She swallows thickly as her eyes roam over him, running over every curve the black leather emphasized.

"The point is that I need to be studying, and I assume you have somewhere else to be." She sighs and watches him laugh at her statement.

"Can I do something?" he murmurs the words into her skin and she can feel her pulse starting to thrum rapidly. She knows where this is going, so she nods until she realises he can't see her. "Yes."

He grins at her and attaches his lips to her again, the sudden movement making her grip onto his shoulders, all while his hands snake down her sides. They find the hem of her shirt and slide under the cotton, pushing the fabric up over her stomach, over her ribs.

The smooth leather running over her skin is almost gratifying, cold on her warm stomach. She can feel his hands land squarely on her breasts and they cup the supple flesh over her bra. To her surprise she doesn't shy away from his touch, instead pulling him closer to her, never once breaking away from him.

She lets him fiddle with the straps of her bra and lets out a small, affirmative moan when his hands freeze, waiting for her to let him take the undergarment off. She feels nimble fingers undoing the clasp and gasps as he tugs the cups up and away from her breasts. Without missing a beat he gently tugs at her shorts, fingers untying the butterfly knot and dragging the fabric down her thighs.

He pulls away first.

"Chat." It's a breathy whine in the back of her throat, and her half shut eyes are saying more than her mouth is. Her gaze is smoldering, almost, and she goes to pull off her shirt and bra in one smooth motion. Her legs kick her shorts off and she can only be in awe of how quickly he's managed to undress her, one kiss being the catalyst to all of this. When she resettles all she can think about is the way he's looking at her, lips pink as he lets his gaze linger for far longer than necessary.

"Chat." She tries again, this time snapping him out of his stupor. He flinches and blinks, letting his tongue dart out to slide over his bottom lip. She pretends this movement doesn't make her shudder, doesn't make her think of what he has in store for her.

"Marinette." His voice is low and coarse, making her dizzy as he shifts his weight slightly. He lifts a hand to his mouth and bites the leather covering his index finger, eventually freeing the one digit from it's casing.

"Help me out here, will you?" He purrs the question and lifts his partially gloved hand towards her. She looks between him and his hand for a moment before lifting her own head and gently nipping at the leather. She looks at him while she does it, pulling the glove from his fingertips with her teeth while something flashes behind her eyes. At some point she manages to free his entire hand and he pulls the glove off and tosses it to the side, revealing long, lithe fingers.

She can't quite believe that under all that black leather he was still human, still a mortal being under the influence of his kwami. When she's about to ask why he even wanted her to do that she feels his fingers trace over her through her underwear, making her gasp and look at him again.

The power in his eyes is dazzling, his desire for her almost overwhelming. Everything about him seems to darken, from how he looks at her to how he touches her. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

She's thunder-struck and nods compliantly as he says that, giving him free realm of her body. She bites down on her lip as he starts to nip at her skin, slowly marking her neck as his ungloved hand toys with her breast. It's odd to feel actual skin against her this time around, she thinks.

Her eyes flutter shut as he moves down at an agonizingly slow pace, attaching himself to her chest and sucking bruises into her skin. He leaves messes that she would look over later and brush her fingers over, shivering as they run over the sensitive splotches. He runs the tip of his tongue over a nipple and she leans into him, begging for more.

"Eager, aren't we?" He hums against her skin, letting go and moving further down her torso. She sucks in a breath but lets it go because she know what he's doing, the reason for him removing the glove becoming so clear to her now.

"Hurry up," she whines, fingertips eager to dig themselves into his scalp and curl around blond strands. She waits and waits, painstakingly enduring the pressure between her legs.

"Good things come to those who wait," he says with his nose pressed against the flat of her abdomen, slightly above where she wants his mouth to be. He pulls away from her enough to look her in the eye, an almost challenge dangling from his lips. "And those who wait often come."

She scowls, poking him gently with her foot. "Those who wait often end up unsatisfied."

"It's up to interpretation," he chuckles, ungloved hand sliding down her body, leaving trails of heat in it's wake. Absent-mindedly she wonders if this what catalysm feels like, being destroyed from the inside. His hand lands on her still covered hip, delicately slipping his fingers into the lace band. Deep down she knows this is just to make her feel better, just a favor to a friend mourning her unrequited love, but somehow there's still something else behind this, another motive she can't quite place.

"Tell me if I should stop," he says absently, hooking his clawed hand into the waistband as well. Slowly he tugs the lace off her hips and down her thighs, letting go so she can kick them off. Only then does it registers in her mind that she is fully naked in front of Chat, bare and needy before him. He sets his hands on her thighs and gently pries them open, exposing her completely.

"You're drenched, princess." The words sound filthy coming out his mouth, and her knees involuntarily close.

"Shut up, Chat," she breathes and his hands open her up again, one pinning a thigh to the sheets this time. He dips his head down to one side and all she can do is mewl softly as he kisses along her inner thighs, lips grazing over the skin like silk.

She whispers his name and covers her mouth with the back of her hand, a half-hearted attempt to shut herself up. She's going to wake everyone at this rate, but she's hoping and praying that she can keep quiet enough to avoid waking her parents. Meanwhile he latches on to the skin nearing her center and sucks it into his mouth, turning the skin a dark purple.

She lifts her hand and opens her mouth as though to chide him for teasing her, but the fingers of his ungloved hand settle gently on her folds with a simple flick of his wrist, two fingers spreading her wide open. His gaze on her center is burning and she squirms as his thumb traces over the essence leaking from her, running back and forth to coat himself with her.

He drags his soaked digit over her again, this time in search of the bundle of nerves seated right at the top of her center. He knows he's found it when she whimpers something unintelligible, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. Slowly he lowers his head and captures the small bundle between his lips, making her cry out at the contact.

She can't stop the river of moans pouring out of her, body needing his touch like never before. He sucks on her clit gently before releasing it, only to run his tongue over the entirety of her, lapping at the wetness coating her folds. He almost drinks her in, coating his tongue with her and dragging it back over her.

With broad licks he tackles the entirety of her and goes slow on the sensitive nerves he had moved away from earlier, working on the flesh until she squirms and her fingers come to tangle themselves in his hair. She presses him closer to her, trying to keep his tongue on her just like that.

Gently he moves away and sharpens his tongue to a point, running in circles around her swollen clit. His eyes flick back to her face and she doesn't notice that his tongue has slowed slightly, jaw slack as she tries to endure all the pleasure running through her body.

"Chat —fuck, please." She doesn't recognize her voice anymore, too low and whiny to sound like the one she knows. He hums in response and she jumps at the vibrations that run through her as he does, melting under him. All she can think about is how it can't get any better than this, not at all, until he runs a finger over her and gently pushes it into her.

It's all it takes for her back to arch off the bed and a whine to shoot out her mouth, the sudden intrusion running over spots that make her dizzy with each passing moment. He watches her for a few moments before lowering his head again, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking on it again.

She swears her eyes roll back and she's blinded by the feeling of being handled like this, left panting and shaking as he continues to destroy her completely.

He pumps his finger in and out of her methodically, smug when he hears her call his name. Truth be told she didn't even know this would feel this good, especially when the feeling of cheating on another was lingering in the back of her mind.

She's so close now, so undeniably on the edge that her thighs clamp down on his head, trying to staunch the flow of pleasure to her body. It feels like flames are licking at the bottom of her spine and at the edges of the veins in her body, boiling her blood and reducing her to nothing.

To her surprise he's more perceptive than she thinks, instantly speeding up when she opens her mouth to blurt out how close she is. She curses him for that, as now his finger is plunging into her at rates that make her dissolve and the amount of suction on her clit is too good to handle. She knows it's time for her to fall when she feels the coil start snapping and her body start to go rigid.

She cries out his name over and over again, the feeling starting in her toes and rushing through her like a current of electricity. First her legs tense up and then it hits her core, making her pulse sharply around his fingers. She tries to pull away because she's too sensitive to be touched now, but the hand holding her down is firm and unwavering and all she can do is writhe.

Then it moves to her chest and all she can do is heave as the feeling ripples through her. Each breath sends her breasts high into the air, her abs tightening as she struggles to think straight, to even breathe. She jolts a little more as he eases his mouth on her, eventually fading into soft licks that send tiny slivers of pleasure through her veins.

She lets out a long exhale and relaxes her body, feeling like she was floating atop the world's calmest sea. He pulls away from the juncture between her legs, chin slick with her essence as he moves to be level with her. Once his body is next to hers she turns her head to look at him and ducks when he tries to kiss her, giggling as he whines in protest. "I'm not too interested in tasting myself, Chat."

"But you taste good." He pouts and wipes at his glistening chin with the back of his hand, settling on smiling at her. There's a strange feeling of contentment and she welcomes it, too tired to care anymore. "I'm sure I do."

Immediately after she says that, his miraculous beeped the first beep.

"Chat, you have to leave now"

"But princess we are just getting started"

"Please chat, your identity must remain a secret"

"Ok"

After saying that, Chat left through Marinette's open window*