Chapter 14: how lewd

Marinette was warm and snug under her blanket. She was thankful to finally get a decent amount of sleep for once this week. The inconsistent visits from Chat had really messed up her sleep schedule, and thankfully she knew he wouldn't be coming tonight. With that in mind she went to bed early. As soon as it was dark she showered and got in to her pajama's before snuggling up in her bed. She fell asleep with a smile on her lips. Mostly because she was happy to be able to sleep, but also because she dedicated no time to thinking about her feelings for Chat and Adrien. The poor girl was already tired she didn't need to exhaust herself. Instead she fell asleep the moment she settled under her blanket.

Unfortunately her peaceful slumber was disturbed barely a half hour in to her cycle. There was a soft tapping at the trap door a over her bed that instantly woke her up. She sighed and elected to ignore it only for it to return louder. The tapping continued until she groaned and stood up to open the hatch above her. She found herself face to face with a very excited looking Chat Noir. A grin stretched across his face and his eyes wild and wide. She blinked her tired eyes and frowned.

"Kitty, I said not tonight," she murmured groggily.

"You're cute when you're sleepy," he blurted and reached down to pat her cheek. She was too tired to blush.

"What do you want, cat?" She asked impatiently.

"I'm glad you asked," he smirked and motioned his hand for her to move aside. Marinette sighed and lowered herself back on her bed. Chat dropped down gracefully in front of her and reached up to close the hatch.

"I can't see with that closed," she told him.

"Good," he replied carefully grabbing her shoulders. She allowed him to guide her so she was laying on her bed again, her back to the covers and her head nestled perfectly on her pillow.

"Honestly, Chat, now is-" her words were cut off as Chat leaned down to kiss her. At first his lips were gentle and calm, but it didn't last long before they showed their true nature. Needy, and incessant against her own. She hummed in pleasure when he used his tongue again, and gasped when he nipped at her lip like before.

"N-now…isn't the best…" she stammered, trying to figure out what she was trying to say.

"I wanna try something with you, princess. Do you trust me?" He whispered, his lips barely apart from hers. She nodded, not thinking about the fact that it was dark or that his kwami had blessed him with night vision.

"Good," he hummed. A flash of green light burned her eyes, and it made her aware that they were opened.

"W-wait, what was that?" She asked.

"I released my transformation," he told her.

"Why?" She questioned.

"I didn't want to get my suit dirty," he murmured and lowered himself to reconnect their lips.

If she was about to say anything in response her words were long gone. Once his mouth was on hers again she knew she was done for. No matter how good a decent amount of sleep sounded, he felt better. Although her exhaustion did get the better of her. Her body felt ten times more sensitive then it had earlier today with him. When he lifted her legs so his waist was caged by her thighs she was surprised to feel skin instead of leather against her leg. It was still Chat, but almost like a truer version. She could even feel a difference in the way he kissed her. Almost delicate compared to mere minutes ago.

His lips ventured off to her neck, progressively getting wetter with each passing moment. The sensation was enough to coax a shy moan out of her. His hands drifted up past her hips and under her night shirt. Did she wear a sports bra? She couldn't remember is she had or not, but she was too tired to worry about it. Thankfully he only lifted the fabric below her bust and stopped his kisses above the neckline. Marinette anticipated for him to return to kissing her lips, but was pleasantly surprised to feel his lips just below where he pushed up her shirt. She moaned shortly at the contact of his lips on her skin and felt her body start to tense up. His mouth only traveled further down her abdomen while his hands gripped her hips and worked on untying the cute bow that secured her pajama's. She sighed at how slow he untied the knot and reached down to dig her hand in his hair.

Adrien couldn't help but smile when he felt her grab his hair and found himself desperate to hear her more. He caressed her legs, taking his time around her thighs and squeezing the fleshy parts of her hips. She moaned, and he relished in his success by tugging down her pajamas by an inch or two. He trailed off to her hip bone and deliberately sucked at her soft skin. His hands holding her hips down as he worked and her moans only got louder.

"G-geez…oh mon dieu," she gasped and pressed her head back against the pillow. Her body felt like it was on fire, and his hands and mouth only made the flames bigger. He continued to suck and lick at her hip before returning to her belly and kissing a trail all the way down to the hem of her underwear. Slowly, he pulled off her pajama bottoms and bit his bottom lip. He would kill to be able and see the mess he created below him, but he promised Plagg that he could wait outside while he had his fun. Instead he hummed in delight at the sound of her impatient moan.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked in a smug voice.

"M-more…please, don't stop," she begged as she became restless under him. He chuckled and ran his finger over the soft fabric of her underwear.

"Aren't you greedy? I wonder if I should give you want you want…" he purred. She whimpered in protest.

"You did say not to come tonight, maybe I should lea-"

"N-no! Please, Chat…" she pleaded. He bit his lip again, she sounded so desperate. He paused and then grinned.

"Alright, you've purr-suaded me to stay," he said. Marinette didn't even care about the awful pun he made, all she wanted was him to continue.

"Get on with it," she ordered breathlessly.

The boy chuckled again and leaned down to press a slow and wet kiss just above the fabric hugging below her hips. He wasn't kidding. He really wanted to kiss her everywhere, and if it felt good between his legs it would most definitely feel good between hers. His lack of experience didn't hold him back as he pressed kisses over the fabric. The sound of her gasp and the way her body trembled told him she liked it, and when he lightly licked against the sensitive area she let out the most sultry and sinful sound he had ever heard.

"A-Adrien," she moaned.

He paused. His body was overly excited by the sound of his name escaping her lips in such a lewd manner, but his brain was trying to decide how to feel about it. There was no way she actually knew it was him, it was too dark for even him to see. There was the fact that he had waken her up and she had been recently sleep deprived. Perhaps she wasn't thinking straight and couldn't remember if it was a dream or real life. In the end his body won out in how he felt about it, and he smirked before continuing. She hadn't even realized she said it.

"Adri…ah…" she moaned again, weaving her fingers tightly in his hair.

Adrien smiled and felt another wave of satisfaction roll through him at her voice. He finally pulled off her underwear and ran his hands down from her hips to her thighs. He cursed under his breath as he felt nothing but smooth skin under his hands. Not a second later he was ducked down between her legs again, desperately lapping where the fabric had been covering before. He still had no idea what he was doing, but he was overwhelmed with her sounds and her scent that he was just going on autopilot. His memory could faintly bring up the time Nino pointed out a vagina to him, but the picture could never tell him how soft and tender it was. Her lips were slick with wiry curls and the further he explored the wetter it got. The smooth texture nearly drove him insane as he essentially made out with her folds.

"Ah! G-geez…holy shit," she swore.

Adrien grinned. He knew she never really swore, and when she did it was serious. His mouth continued to kiss and suck her randomly until he settled on a small bundle of flesh that seemed to drive her wild. She nearly screamed, filling his ears with the sounds of her sweet moans and desperate whimpers. Her fingers gripped his hair like a vice, and her hips rolled up against his face. As arousing Adrien found that he had to hold her down so he could continue his mouth. She whimpered in response and shivered when his tongue pressed harder against her flesh. The heat from his mouth and hands filled her up until she was about to burst from the absolute pleasure he gave her. With each movement of his tongue she felt the pressure build fast inside of her. Her hands trembled, and the only thing that kept her stable was her fingers in his hair.

The pressure burst violently, like a bullet being released from a gun, and it was an unbelievably pleasure-filled sensation. It rolled through out her body and left a warm relaxing feeling in its wake. Once she calmed down Adrien lifted his head and listened to the sound of her trying to catch her breath. He reached back to where he put her underwear and quietly slipped them back on as her breathing returned to normal.

"Satisfied princess?" He asked and pulled down her shirt. Her mouth was dry and her brain felt overwhelmed.

"You sounded like it. You must really like that Adrien boy to moan his name so enthusiastically," he teased. Marinette's eyes widened out of pure embarrassment.

"Oh god…did I…?"

"Loud and clear. Almost twice," he replied.

"I-I'm sorry, Chat. I-I didn't mean-" she felt his finger press against her lips as he shushed her.

"Don't worry princess. I understand. Besides, no matter how many times you say his name I was still the one who made you scream," he whispered and kissed her jaw. She shivered and wrapped her arms around his neck to bury her face in his hair.

"Stupid cat…"