Chapter 35: such a tease

"Last night. We were pretty drunk and…you don't seem to wanna do it again," Adrien said. Marinette was speechless. He must've been crazy. She was so unbelievably nervous. This whole time she's been so focused on the fact that he's Chat Noir that she couldn't focus on what he wanted…and what she wanted too. She shook her head vigorously.

"N-no that's not it at all!" She blurted. He lifted a brow, and she felt her mouth go dry.

"I-I mean…yeah we were drunk, but t-that doesn't mean I don't wanna do…that sober," she reworded.

"But not right now?" He questioned.

"No no! Um…I'm just…a little nervous I g-guess," she stuttered and drew her arms closer to her.

"Nervous about what?"

"Nervous about…everything? I can't say exactly what, but I-I honestly don't know what I'm doing so I don't wanna mess anything up," she admitted. Adrien blinked.

"A-and you just asked me to be your real girlfriend so I'm still a little frazzled, but…um…" she bit her lip nervously and looked away in embarrassment.

"Is there something you wanna say?" He questioned. She sighed and nodded.

"I dunno if I can even look at you, oh gosh," she muttered and buried her face in her hands. Adrien laughed and gently pulled her fingers back to reveal her bright blue eyes. They were the same eyes he fell in love with nearly a week and a half ago. She blinked up at him, redness peaking through her thin pale fingers.

"You can tell me anything," he whispered and kissed her hands where they covered her mouth. Marinette took them away enough to speak.

"Adrien, you…you make me feel really good," she started. Color started to fill his cheeks as well and she gnawed at her lips nervously.

"All the time! N-not just physically, but also physically. Definitely physically. Kissing you is amazing, and I like feeling your hands on me and you're really hot-I mean attractive! I find myself very attracted to you, which of course isn't just because you look amazing and charming all the time. That's actually pretty annoying sometimes because I'm trying to talk to you and I'm making a fool out of myself because nervous because wow Adrien Agreste is wanting to pursue sex with me which like it's not such a big deal that your Adrien Agreste to me anymore. I mean we've been hanging out and fake dating for like a month…two months now or something? So like I've gotten used to you and stuff but it's hitting me again that an extremely hot-I mean handsome- model wants…wants to have s-sex with me? That's just…wow, y'know?"

Adrien blinked down at Marinette. His cheeks had gotten a little pinker when she called him hot a couple time, and then turned red when she stuttered the word sex. She was such a flustered mess underneath him and he couldn't help but like it. He was so done for.

"Uh…I guess?" Was the only response he could formulate. Marinette groaned and slapped her palm over her face.

"Shit…I was rambling and killing the mood, wasn't I?" She whimpered.

"No no! Not at all, I'm just…a little confused as to what you were saying? To be honest all I heard was kissing, amazing, hot, charming, sex, hot, handsome model, and sex again," he replied. She blushed. That sounded exactly like Chat Noir to her.

"Well that's pretty much the gist of it," she mumbled.

"But um…what exactly do you wanna do? Er…what do you feel comfortable with?" He asked a little awkwardly.

"C-c-comfortable?" She stuttered. If only he knew just how much she was comfortable with.

"Yeah like…we didn't really talk about boundaries last night. It was mostly because we were shit faced, but we're sober now so…"

"R-right boundaries. Um I don't have any kinks that I know of, but I was a virgin up until last night. You already know that though," she said. He nodded.

"Yeah, same. I uh know that I liked you on top of me a little, and that I also like being on top of you. Oh, and you telling me what to do and the way you did it was like really hot too," he responded without a stutter. Marinette's eyes widened. She was such a mess. How was he so composed.

"What?"

"Nothing! I'm just still k-kinda nervous."

"How can I help you calm down?" He asked.

"Uh…close your eyes maybe?" She suggested.

He did so obediently and she took a deep breath. She reached up to cup one side of his face and he leaned in to her touch. He's such a cat, she thought. With her other hand she ran it through his hair, and he lifted his chin to follow the push of her fingers. He smiled and continued to moved his head with her hand as she started to quite literally pet him. His hair was soft enough that she found it enjoyable, and watching the pink on his face spread and grow was quite endearing. She scratched under his neck when an absolutely adorable sound rumbled from his chest. He purred. Marinette giggled.

"You really are a kitty, aren't you," she whispered and cupped both sides of his face with her hands. He refused to open his eyes to respect her wishes, but blushed deeply as he realized how his throat had betrayed him. He rarely received affection in that way for so long…goddamn.

"Um d-did I really just purr?" He stuttered. She giggled again and guided his lips down to hers.

"It's really cute, mon chaton," she whispered against his lips. Another purr escaped his chest, and he realized he couldn't control it. She could. More of her sweet laughter met his ears before she kissed him again. He eagerly accepted all the affection she gave, and nearly devoured her lips had she not pulled him back.

"Patience, minou," she whispered.

"Mari…" he whimpered. Marinette's shyness had melted away to reveal the dominance she had portrayed last night. She grinned and leaned closer until her lips were next to his ear.

"I want you to keep your eyes closed, okay?" He nodded.

"Bon chaton. I also want you to stay really quiet while I take my time to experiment a little, okay?" He nodded again.

"Good. You'll have to forgive me if I mess up. I've never done this before," she mumbled and started to kiss his jaw.

"W-we had sex last night," he reminded her.

"Different kind," she whispered and dragged her hand down his torso. Adrien shivered. He could feel her lift the edge of his olive green shirt and slowly drag it over his back. Soon his impatience got the best of him and he sat up to remove the material from his skin. She tsked and pulled him back down on top of her.

"Chaton méchant. Don't think you can do things without my permission," she scolded.

"Permission?" He questioned.

"If you want me to play with you then you have to follow the rules, Adrien," she said in an authoritative voice.

"W-wait, what kind of playing?" He questioned, obviously intrigued with her choice of words. She giggled and kissed him.

"What kind do you think? We had sex last night," she whispered hotly against his lips. Adrien loved the feeling she spread through him. The feeling of her lithe fingers and the sound of her sultry voice sent his heart racing with excitement. He purred uncontrollably as she kissed him and ran her hands down his chest slowly until she reached his shorts. He could feel her bite her own lip momentarily before running her hands back up over his back. He clenched his teeth and was surprised to hear a soft growl emit from his throat.

"What did I tell you about patience?" She questioned and lightly scrapped a nail down his side and hooked her finger in the fabric of his shorts. Now he was the one to bite his lip.

"Y-you're such a tease," he uttered. She giggled and dragged her tongue up from his clavicle to his jaw as she undid the button and zipper.

"Funny how you're the one on top of me," she teased some more. He could feel himself turning redder, but that didn't matter the moment he felt her lips. She took her time to kiss him, gently cupping his face again, but eventually returned to his shorts. With hesitant fingers she tugged down the material a little and looked down at the elastic peaking out against his hips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked desperately. He would've just done it had he not remembered her thing about permission.

"I need my eyes," she replied and that sent shivers up his spine.

"Your neck than?" He begged.

"Yes," she allowed as she pressed her thumb against his hipbone through the elastic.

He clenched his teeth again and made a noise before leaning down to kiss her neck. Marinette cautiously pulled at the band while he practically melted from her hesitation that he interpreted as teasing. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore his wet lips against her skin as she hooked her finger and pulled down his boxers.