"Princess, please," Chat whined, pressing up against the back of her chair and wrapping his arms around Marinette's shoulders.
The girl was working on sketching another one of her designs, and she attempted to shrug him off so she could continue working. "No, Chat. I'm busy."
"But you said you would pet me," he complained. He slumped into her chair, making it roll forward closer to her desk. Her pencil left her hand as she gripped the front of her desk.
"Chat, stop," she growled, irritation as clear as day in her voice. The superhero jumped back, wringing his hands as his tail twitched nervously behind him. Marinette sighed, fingers rubbing her temple before she looked at him. "Look, I really need to get this done. But I know that I promised I would pet you today, so could you remind me in an hour? I could take a break then."
He nodded. "Of course!"
She sent him a tired smile before heading back to work. Chat could do this; he could totally wait an hour for pets. His chest puffed out, and he made his way over to the chaise to sit on it.
He collapsed on the pink chaise, arms moving behind his head as a makeshift pillow. An hour was nothing. He could just take a little cat nap to pass the time. Yep, Chat Noir could wait for that long.
The sound of Marinette's pencil on paper and the ticking of a clock was the only thing he could hear in the room. His tail started to flick back and forth with the sound of the ticks, and he stared at it for a good while. He crossed his ankles, then placed them beside each other, then back again.
Okay, maybe he couldn't wait that long.
Chat eyed the clock, ears going back as he saw that only around five minutes had passed. As silently as he could, he jumped up from the chaise to walk over to the clock hanging on her wall. The floor creaked under his steps, and he sent Marinette a large smile when she looked over to him. Chat waved at her with a wink, and she got back to work when she saw he wasn't getting into anything important.
He laughed quietly, footsteps a bit more careful than before. Looking at the clock, he was surprised to see it didn't have any glass or plastic over it to protect the arms. Purrfect.
With a claw, he nudged the larger hand clockwise. He had to pause for a moment, eyeing Marinette's back, before moving the hand again. And again. And again. Sure, he could've moved the hour hand, but it was much more fun to mess with the larger hand multiple times!
He had to refrain from giggling like a child when he sneaked back to the chaise. He waited a few minutes before calling out to her. "M'lady, has it been an hour yet?"
"No, Chat, it's only been-" she paused, looking at the clock he was messing with earlier. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, and she looked back at her sketches with a frown. "I guess it has been an hour," she mumbled.
The teen stood up, and Chat moved to the edge of the chaise so she could crawl in behind him. When she was situated, he flopped backwards, causing her to let out an oof as he landed on her chest.
"Careful, Chat," she huffed, bringing her hands to his hair. His chest immediately started to rumble with a purr when her hands scratched behind his leather ears.
He pressed his head back into her hands. "'m sorry," he said, voice distorted from his purrs.
"I know you are, kitty." He felt her kiss the top of his head, and he closed his eyes.
Every pet made him purr louder and by the time she was rubbing his stomach, his hands were kneading the air. He couldn't really understand why it felt so good, but he wasn't going to try and make sense of it when her hands made him feel like he was in heaven.
He felt her shift behind him, and he let out a little mrrph? when she tugged him more upright, so her head was next to his. With half lidded eyes, he watched as one of her hands slowly moved downwards on his stomach. Her fingers tickled him through the suit, and he gasped when her hand met her target.
Chat let out a loud moan as his purrs grew to the loudest they could be. His hands shook and his toes curled in his boots as Marinette's hand palmed him through his suit. He spread his legs to give her more access, and she kissed the side of his neck.
"Good kitty," she cooed.
His cock twitched at the praise, and she chuckled into his ear as her hand moved faster. His clawed hands twitched as he fumbled to grasp her legs beside his as an anchor, and he tried to be careful with her.
Dear kwami, she was making it hard for him, pun intended. Every stroke left him panting, and he nearly came when she ran her thumb on the tip of his cock. He quivered against her.
"M-Mari," he whimpered, claws digging into her pink pants.
She shushed him, her other hand nudging his head so he looked at her. Her eyes were dark with lust as she licked her lips. "Come for me, Chaton."
He didn't need to be told twice. Burying his face into her neck, he came with a cry. His hips twitched as Marinette continued to stroke him through his high, stopping only when he whined from overstimulation. He sagged into her, still purring up a storm as he ran his hands over her legs.
"Hmm," he hummed, wetting his lips. "This wasn't what I meant when I said I wanted to be petted, but this was nice."
"Well, I decided to reward my kitty for being so patient," Marinette said, slipping out from behind him to stand next to the chaise. She shrugged out of her blazer, giving him a sly look as she unbuttoned her pants. "I don't suppose you would be opposed to another treat?"
His ears went forward as she stepped out of her jeans, and his pupils grew wide as she climbed onto his lap.
He never got around to fixing her clock that night.