Alright, then! It's time for another side of the Love Square! And this time…
(flips a coin)
…it's MariChat! That pairing that combines Marinette and Chat Noir! And as this is a sin-fic, no one under 18!
He wondered if she ever saw him-he was certainly far enough away. He could see her clearly-the mask he wore allowed him to see her from a great distance. Some nights she'd come up empty handed, and some nights she had what looked like a sketchpad. He could watch her for hours…and most nights, he did, covered by the shadows of the night.
And some nights, he wouldn't see her up here at all. Those nights…he wondered why she didn't come on the roof. But he felt like that would be intrusive. Maybe…she's busy with something in her personal life…something that I shouldn't get involved in…
But Chat Noir was...like his namesake animal, a cat…and cats possess a great deal of curiosity. After all, curiosity killed the cat. And it was another night when he noted that she wasn't on the roof. And while he tried to fight the curiosity, that instinct got the better of him…
With the agility of a cat, he leapt across and lightly landed on the roof of the bakery. He noted that the room below was dimly lit. As he stood on the roof, his senses-heightened by use of his powers-heard light moaning. Maybe she's hurt…or in trouble…the moaning continued…
He didn't want to invade her privacy…but if she was in trouble, it was his duty- as a Hero!- to help her. He opened the trapdoor and lowered his head. And when he peered inside, he soon realized that she wasn't in danger…
…what he saw was that she had her pink pajama pants pulled down, and a white top with pink dots pulled up over her breasts. Her right hand was tracing circles over a spot between her legs, while her left squeezed her breast. She was lost in a world of intense bliss…
His eyes trained on her as the area between her legs became wet…and she went from tracing circles to moving in an up and down fashion…her left hand, once squeezing her breasts, went to her mouth as her back arched…she clenched her legs together as her body shook…
He quickly but quietly closed the trapdoor. There was no way he'd forget the image he saw…now back home, Adrien thought of the girls he knew. There was one-she had hair dark like her…and she wore said dark hair in pigtails. Then, the revelation hit him-that girl was Marinette! He knew Marinette in their civilian lives as that quirky, yet kind girl who sat in front of him in Mlle. Bustier's class.
She had seemed so shy when they were younger…but that night, that shy girl had transformed into a beastess of lust, indulging her fantasies…but he decided to make her fantasy a reality…
So it was a few days later. She was on the roof again. I've waited in the shadows long enough…he leapt across the roofs and landed in front of her. She squeaked in shock, "Who…who are you?"
"Do not be alarmed, purr-incess. I am Chat Noir, a hero to Paris." he replied.
"Oh? Is that why you're out at night, leaping onto unsuspecting women's balconies?" she asked.
"I happen to appreciate beautiful things…" Chat replied.
"Well, I am glad you do. The boy I like…doesn't even acknowledge my existence…" she replied.
"He must be a fool, then…" Chat said (oblivious to the irony).
"But you…a complete stranger…" she said.
"Well…I have been watching you from the roofs for a while…" Chat said.
"So…let's stop being strangers. I'm Marinette." she said.
"Marinette…you can call me Chat Noir. It means 'Black Cat', you know…" he said.
"Of course. Well, you want to come in?" Marinette said.
"But…your parents…" Chat said.
"…are away until the morning." Marinette said. She then took his hand and led him into her room. As he sat here, he had a flashback-he could see her, lying on the bed, pleasing herself…
"Well…I happen to have a strong hero here…whatever should we do?" she asked.
He noted that she approached him…she then ran her hands across his chest. Ooohhh…I like this!
He gripped her waist and pulled her close to him. He leaned towards her and pressed his lips to hers. Her lips were so soft…he felt her tongue slide across his bottom lip-and he opened his mouth, which allowed her to slip her tongue into his mouth. He wasn't going to let her win, though…they continued kissing with their tongues battling for domination.
They separated for air. She took his hand and said, "C'mon, Kitty!"
She pushed him on the bed and straddled his waist. She then started to gyrate her hips, rubbing herself across Chat's midsection. She softly moaned as the action caused pleasure to creep into her. And this feeling caused her to speed up-and she alternated between gyrating and rocking her hips back and forth.
Chat held her as she did this-and she stopped, reaching down and pulling her top off. Now Chat was looking at those beautiful breasts again. He reached up and squeezed the soft mounds, which resulted in Marinette moaning even louder. "Ahhh…Chaton…I'm gonna cum…ahhhhhhhh…ahhhhhh!" she cried out.
Her back arched as the pleasure reached its apex, and she shook as pleasure ran through her body. She collapsed into Chat's embrace. They began to kiss again…and Marinette said, "So…you gonna take that off?"
"How about everything…but the mask?" he asked in return.
"Suit yourself, Mr. Man of Mystery." she said.
There was a green flash under her, and she saw that he was now nearly nude…true to his word, though-he kept on the mask. She turned and gasped as she saw he was erect. My goodness…
She adjusted herself so that she was lying on her stomach across his legs. She reached out and began to stroke his shaft, running her hands up from the tip down to the base. And now it was Chat's turn to moan. "Kitty likes?" she asked.
He could only answer with another moan. She then started to lick at the tip. Hearing his once soft moans ramp up, she ran her tongue up and down the length on his erection. More moans accompanied this action. Now emboldened, she then took his entire erection into her mouth. She ran up mouth up and down his stiff manhood…and Chat felt himself slipping into bliss…
He looked and saw she still had her pajama bottoms on. So he slid his hands into the garment…he squeezed her butt, which caused her moan as well. He was able to slip the pajama bottoms down, which exposed her butt. He then squeezed her butt again, and rubbed it in circles.
Marinette continued to focus on her task of sucking and licking Chat's cock…meanwhile, as he was rubbing her butt, his hand slid between her legs…and as his fingers ran across her wet, tender flesh, she moaned once again. Oh, she likes that…so he continued to rub his fingers across the area…until she stopped and said, "Wait, Chat!"
He looked at her and said, "What's wrong? Am I doing something…wrong?"
She shook her head and said, "No…I really like that…but…could you do it…a little gentler?"
He nodded as she returned to her sucking and licking…while he resumed rubbing her wet honey-pot. Oh wow…I've always done this on my own…but to have someone else do this…it's amazing! When his finger hit a small nub above the entry, she released a really loud moan. and Adrien noted that she was getting really wet, as well.
And as she continued to stroke, lick and suck Chat's cock, he could feel a strange sensation. It wasn't unpleasant…but the faster she stroked…and licked…and sucked…the more intense the sensation was. "Ahhhh…ahhhhhh…Marinette…ahhhhh…ahhhhh!" he cried out.
If she had heard him, she definitely didn't heed him…she still had his shaft in her mouth as he was moaning…then, he released-while she had his organ in her mouth! She pulled her head away, but continued to stroke him, eager to get every drop out of him.
"Oohh…what a mess you made, you bad kitty…" she said.
She then headed to the bathroom to clean herself. She returned-only for Chat to say, "Let me…return the favor, purr-incess…"She then lay in her back as Chat spread her legs. He was now able to get a wonderful view of her wet slit, framed with the same black hair that covered her head. He leaned in and ran his tongue across the wet flesh. This caused her to moan-and that caused him to start licking her wet folds. His tongue moved in circles…it moved up and down…and with each lick, she moaned, louder and louder…during this, she wrapped her leg around his shoulder and gripped his golden locks.
Oh my God…I was so used to doing this alone…pleasuring myself as I fantasized about a boy who would never feel the same about me as I did him…Marinette's right hand let go of Chat's hair and gripped a handful of her sheets…she could feel the intense sensations of pleasure building…Oh…Ohhhhhh…Chaton…don't stop…dooooonnnnttttt ssstttooooopppppp…
With a loud cry of passion she wasn't even aware she could make, she clenched her legs together, shaking due to spasms of pleasure. She looked up-to see Chat standing there. He was once again erect…he positioned himself between her legs and brought his stiff cock to her wet folds. He then rubbed his erection against the wet folds, causing her to moan anew.
With no other motivation needed, he then-slowly-inserted his organ into her. The feel of his thickness was incredible…and for him, the feeling of her walls squeezing against her manhood was incredible. Once they were flush together, he drew his hips back, then snapped them forward. He drew them back again, then thrust them forward. It took a few motions for Chat to develop a smooth rhythm…
Marinette brought her arms around Chat's back and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her ankles were locked behind him, and she used her ankles to help drive him deeper and deeper into her. He slowed-and said, "Hey, how about we try a different position?"
"Alright…what do you have in mind?" she asked.
He disengaged and stood up. He took her by the hand and helped her off the bed. He said, "Can you lift your leg?"
She did so-the right leg. He then pulled her leg over to his left side and held it with his left arm. He took a hold of his erection and slid it into her. He resumed thrusting, pounding her for all he was worth.
Feeling his organ sliding past her walls caused the intense pleasure to return. And it returned with force. She was able to reach her slit-and she started rubbing herself, increasing the amount of pleasure she was feeling. She knew she was close to the edge…and each of Chat's thrusts was pushing her closer and closer…
Then, with one great thrust, she was pushed over the edge…she called out Chat's name as the pleasure overtook her…everything seemed to fade into nothingness-only the pleasure remained.
Chat heard her call him…and like her, he could feel himself building for the finish. He slowed his thrusts…and with a loud moan of his own, Chat orgasmed, releasing himself within Marinette's tight walls. He continued to thrust-and Marinette's walls seemed to squeeze his cock, trying to get all of him as well.
He let her leg go, but held her as they continued to ride through the waves of pleasure. As the moment passed, they returned to lying in the bed. She looked at him and said, "Chaton…that was the most amazing moment…better than those nights when I dreamed about…"
He put a finger to her lips and said, "Tonight…do not focus on a boy you will never be with…I am here…"
She smiled and fell into his strong embrace. She then said, "So…what about tonight?"
He looked into her beautiful eyes. He said, "Well, I came to see you because of that old phrase, 'curiosity killed the Chat'…"
They shared a kiss-then he said, "But…satisfaction will always bring me back…"
And another side of the Love Square is complete!