Chapter 36: distracted

Marinette didn't know what to do with him. She stared between his legs with wide eyes as he helplessly kissed every inch of her skin that he could. His searing lips made her cheeks even more red as she attempted to calm herself. He was…really hard already. Although the leather suit left little to the imagination she could've never imagined this. Sure she's seen it before, but she was drunk then. Now she was very very sober. She took a shaky breath and suddenly squeaked when he grabbed her chest.

"B-bad Kitty! I told you to ask permission!" She scolded and slapped his hand away.

"Mari…please," he mustered between kisses. She pulled his head back and he finally looked down at her with half lidded eyes. His mouth was parted and he was panting with unbelievably red cheeks. She turned red too.

"I wanna kiss you," he murmured and leaned closer. She tightened her grip on his hair and he stopped just barely an inch away from her lips.

"Ask," she ordered.

"May I please kiss you," he breathed. She nodded and loosened her grip only to tighten it again when he surged forward. His lips nearly smashed in to hers as he cupped her cheeks and swiped his tongue across her lower lip. She squeaked in surprise and moved her hands back down his body. A part of her just said fuck it as she grabbed his dick and he instantly stopped. He pulled back to look at her with wide eyes. Mari's hand was on his dick. She was holding his dick. His dick was being held by Marinette and God did she look completely embarrassed.

"Um…c-close your eyes again!" She demanded and covered them herself with her free hand. He did as she asked and tried to ignore the heat from her palm hot and sweaty against his cock. Fuck that mental image didn't help him either. He tried to take a deep breath but couldn't help a slight gasp as she shifted her hand and tightened her grip on him.

"T-tell me if I-I do anything wrong," she stuttered.

"I'm really sure…you can't," he breathed and throbbed in her hand. She glanced down to see his pink head peeking out from her fingers and wetted her lips. He was uncut. Gently, she touched up his length and took in his shaky breath.

"Mm…Mari," he sighed. She watched both his cock and his strained expression as she touched him and bit her lip. She returned to his base and then pumped his length once more except with a tighter grasp.

"Christ…" he cursed and let his head fall against her collarbone. She dug her free hand in his hair again and he purred while she continuously stroked him. He nuzzled in to her neck and moaned when she rubbed her thumb over his tip and continued her set rhythm. He was already starting to drip precum.

"Shit…d-do that again," he begged.

"I think you're forgetting something," she whispered.

"D-do that again p-please," he whimpered. She giggled and licked the shell of his ear as she complied to his wishes. Her thumb against his head sent him moaning again and his purring only got louder. It was wet from the precum, and her hand glided perfectly along his length. She tightened her grip a little more and he was gasping for air the faster she went.

"C-Christ! Marinette!" He mewled.

"Shh…your dad can hear us," she reminded him. He clamped his mouth shut. Just thinking about Marinette touching him this way left him weak kneed and unable to think, but knowing she was actually doing it and feeling it happen was incomprehensibly amazing. He wanted to scream and moan to show her just how good she made him feel, yet he knew how embarrassed they both would end up if they did.

"I bet you wanna scream for me, don't you? I can just imagine how you'd sound," she spoke in a hushed voice. He groaned.

"Have you had dreams like this? Have you thought about just how I'd touch you and make you feel so good?" She asked. Fuck, did he have a dirty talk kink? Holy shit. He nodded pathetically against her collar bone. Marinette hadn't anticipated his answer and felt herself fumble a little.

"F-fuck, Adrien," she gasped but continued to stroke and squeeze him anyways. He bit his bottom lip and made the mistake of opening his eyes. With the top of his head pressed to her shoulder he had a clear view of her hand on his dick. No matter how hard he bit his lip nothing could stop the pathetic whimpering escaping his mouth. She messed with his hair more and he was reminded he had also been purring off and on with how she messed and petted his hair. He was helpless and completely in her control. She swiped her thumb over his head again and experimentally lingered and massaged it longer. He gasped and forced himself to look away and bit the material of his shirt over her figure. He muffled a moan as he twitched in her hand as well as his hips nudge against her as well.

"Fuck…" she breathed staring at where she touched him. He groaned and nuzzled back in to her neck.

"Fuck…fuck…I'm gonna…oh fuck," he panted.

"Tell me what you're gonna do," she demanded.

"I'm gonna cum…god I want you," he whimpered. She blushed again and guided his lips up to hers. His hips were restless and his mouth was relentless. He moaned in to her mouth again and again while she dug her nails in to his scalp. She yanked on the blond locks to pull him back and he groaned.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" She asked looking him right in the eye. He moaned through clenched teeth and nodded vigorously.

"When?" She questioned impatiently. He shut his eyes out of embarrassment and sheer pleasure.

"I-I…d-d-oh fuck…now! Now!" He called as the heat overwhelmed him. Adrien could feel it ooze out of him and pool in her hand as she quickly cupped his head to catch it all. His fingers were curled in the sheets so tight that when he loosened his grip they were sore. He gasped for breath and returned his head against her collarbone. Curiously he looked down at her hand filled with his cum and his slowly softening dick. Shit…

"You're a messy Kitty, aren't you?" She teased and petted his hair again.

He gave a short purr and a slight whimper. She giggled and wiggled out from under him. Adrien moved out of her way and watched as she went to the bathroom to wash her hands. He adjusted his shorts back in to place and sat at the edge of the bed as he caught the rest of his breath. She returned with a shy smile on her face. He looked up at her as she stood at the edge of the bed.

"Was that satisfactory enough, Kitty?" She asked and leaned down to kiss him sweetly. He smiled back and slipped his hands over her hips.

"Almost," he replied.

"Don't tell me you want more. I thought that would've been enough for you," she said in a dangerous tone. He chuckled and slipped his hands under her shirt.

"Don't tell me you don't want any at all," he purred and pressed a kiss to her belly after he pulled up his shirt over her body.

She blushed, but allowed him to touch her and kiss her as she kept her hands safely in his hair. He slowly lead his hand to her shorts and undid them while pushing the shirt up more and kissing her sternum. Slowly he let the fabric fall down her smooth legs and curiously let his hands wander on her hips and over her ass. Mari bit her lip and cupped his face to guide his lips back to hers. She stepped out of her shorts and crawled up on the bed only to be flipped around the instant her knees met the soft sheets. A very Chat Noir grin spread over his face as he hovered over her again. Her stomach felt funny and her heart was pounding as he slid his hands over her thighs and down her legs. She allowed him to open them more as he kissed her now blossoming red and purple neck. A moan left her lips and she dug her fingers in his hair.

"Shit…" she breathed.

"I love you, Mari. Let me show you," he murmured in a husky voice.

Marinette bit on her lip and knitted her brows. He was obviously and logically Adrien, but goddamn his Chat Noir side was becoming more and more evident. It was in his hot breath when he whispered in her ear. It was in his wet tongue when he licked her throat. It was in his messy hair as he pulled back. It was in his intense green eyes as he watched her and kissed her thighs. It was in his hands as he lightly dragged his nails down her figure and snagged on her underwear. She was speechless from how much that turned her on. She had never noticed how incredibly sexy her partner was. Of course she knew both Adrien and Chat Noir were handsome, but damn those eyes were just threatening to make her cum.

It was kinda messing with her mind knowing that this was Chat Noir. This was the boy who had kissed her when she was a frog to save her. The boy who promised to come back and save her. The boy who flirted with her whenever they were on patrol, and the boy who was currently licking the junction of her hip and her thigh. She shivered. His rough tongue made her absolutely soaking as he approached her patch of hair. Shit. She was planning on trimming it when they got back. There was no way she could've predicted this. Although he didn't seem to mind as he looked up at her and smiled. Her hand was over her mouth as she was propping herself up on her elbow to watch him. Damn that was either embarrassing or incredibly arousing. He slowly ran his finger up her slit to push the hair out of the way and she squeaked. Her legs twitched, but she kept them open for him.

"You're so wet," he murmured and kept his eyes on her face while she desperately looked anywhere else and closed her eyes.

He chuckled and rubbed two fingers back down her lips and she whimpered when he swirled his fingers in circles around her clit. Her hand on the mattress gripped the sheets under her so hard her knuckles were white. She took the risk to peek just as he ducked down and ran his tongue nice and slow against her wet center. A sharp, surprised moan left her lips as she tensed at the immense pleasure left in his wake. He chuckled and continued to draw moan after moan from her lips with a mere flick on his tongue.

"Ah-h-ha…f-fuck," she whimpered. He kissed her clit and took it between his lips as he licked and sucked. The hand that was over her mouth was curled in his hair, and her arm trembled as she fought to keep herself up. It wasn't long before she lost and lowered herself to the bed as he teased a finger around her opening. Marinette moaned softly and hissed as he barley slipped it in and then pulled it back out. He chuckled and all she could think was Chat. Her chest was filled with heat and heavy breaths as she tried to keep her head on straight. It felt like it was spinning between what Adrien was doing and how much it screamed Chat Noir. They were more alike than she originally thought. It was driving her crazy. She couldn't keep it in.

"C-Chat…"