Chapter 7 – Doomed and Selfish
Maybe it was an act of pure desperation. Maybe she just wanted to feel something. To feel wanted, loved. Maybe it was a purely selfish thing to do, but Marinette was doing it before she had more than 2 seconds to think through her actions. She acted purely on impulse, on desire and need.
She was leaning forward.
And she was kissing Chat.
And he wasn't pulling away.
Marinette didn't want to think about what that could mean. It didn't matter. Not when Chat was pulling her closer, claws digging into her hips, Marinette straddling his waist.
There was such a need, a heat, to the kiss that Marinette wondered if he needed this, too. Wondered if they were both selfish and looking to feel.
Once again Marinette didn't care.
She liked it.
She wanted to keep going.
And so she did.
Her hands ran up Chat's covered chest and over his shoulders, intertwining behind his neck and playing with the strands of hair.
One hand stayed in place while the other went higher, fully entangling itself in the thick, golden strands and tugging lightly to see Chat's reaction.
A soft, breathy moan broke the kiss for a moment, Chat's eyes snapping open.
"Marinette, we shouldn't-"
"No, we shouldn't." She said in a tone that clearly indicated that she didn't care, that she wanted to keep going.
Chat's hooded gaze said the same thing as their lips crashed back together, in a kiss more feverish and passionate and desperate than the first.
"This is a bad idea." Chat murmured as he trailed kisses down her jaw.
"Yeah, it is." She replied huskily, both hands now tugging on Chat's hair, urging him on.
Marinette could feel herself heating up, and the bulge forming and pressing against her thigh as she straddled Chat. She pressed down harder and started to grind her hips against it, eliciting a deep groan from Chat and a sharp gasp from her own lips.
Chat bit down lightly on the part of her neck where it met her shoulder, earning another breathy moan from Marinette.
"Shit, Chat. Do it again." She breathed. Chat obliged, biting down harder, his canines barely piercing the skin, causing Marinette to throw her head back and let out a guttural moan in pleasure. "Fuck. Yes. Mark me."
Chat growled, aroused and possessive at what Marinette had said.
Marinette pressed harder into Chat's hard bulge, her chest moving up and down with her hard breath.
Chat licked over the small hurt, which had Marinette letting out a high pitched whine and tugging harder on Chat's hair.
Chat moved his kisses and nibbling to Marinette's exposed collar bone and teased the area with his tongue, biting down softly at random intervals, each time leaving Marinette gasping and mewling, begging for more.
Chat's hands brushed Marinette's clothed stomach, over her ribs to rest just below Marinette's breast, Marinette arching her back and pushing her chest forward, trying to get Chat to touch them.
Chat chuckled at her impatience and desire, slipping his hands back down and under her shirt, raising it up and over her head, leaning Marinette's chest exposed, with only a white bra hiding what Chat Noir sought.
He reached around behind her and hesitated, looking to Marinette for permission. She nodded and bit her lip in anticipation, Chat Noir growling with again with arousal and the desire to bite that bottom lip himself.
He unclipped her bra, letting it fall away to reveal Marinette's chest, nipples perked and hard, begging to be touched and licked and sucked, all of which intended to do.
He teased the left bud with the pad of his pointer finger, circling its peak a few times before giving it a slight pinch. Marinette's breath hitched, her chest pushing forward for more.
Chat licked his lips and leaned in, taking the nipple in his mouth-
Marinette was shaken awake by Chat Noir, who knelt above her.
"Marinette? You fell asleep earlier and it's gotten kind of late." A quick glance outside told Marinette night had fallen.
"What time is it?"
"9. I thought maybe you'd want to eat something."
"Oh. Yeah. I'm kind of hungry."
Marinette couldn't look him in the eye. Not after…that. She wasn't sure what that was or what it meant, but her cheeks were hot and flamed red.
She could only hope she hadn't talked in her sleep, like she had a habit to do. So far it didn't seem like Chat had any indication of what she was dreaming about.
Except-
His nostrils flared.
And Marinette noticed the damp spot that had formed on her panties, and how hot her core felt.
Chat could- Chat could smell it. Of course he could! He has an advanced sense of smell!
At least he wouldn't know the cause of it. Or at least…the person who was part of that cause. It was normal! That stuff happened all the time. People get aroused!
Even still, Marinette could feel her cheeks get hotter despite her attempts to calm herself down.
Chat's pupils had at least doubled in size, and he continued to smell the air.
"Chat, I-"
"Are you-" They both said at the same time.
"Don't worry. It happens. People get aroused and have wet dreams. It's normal. It's fine." Chat sound too quickly. It sounded like Chat was trying to convince himself more than her. Like he was trying to distract himself from it.
"Yeah! Exactly! Normal-normal, healthy, Human things!" Marinette nervously chuckled, giving Chat a nervous glance. "U-um…anyway…uh…"
They both hesitated for a few moments too long.
"…Food! Eating! It's late, I'm hungry, we should eat!" Marinette said, too loudly and too fast.
"Eat-yes! Hungry. Good idea." Chat replied, nodding his head fervently.
"What do you feel like? Just wanna get take out?"
"Sure. Anything is good."
"Pizza it is."
Half an hour later and Marinette and Chat were sat on the floor of her bedroom, sharing a pizza between themselves. They sat in a comfortable silence, the earlier conversation temporarily forgotten about.
When the pizza was done, they both silently agreed that Chat should probably leave, since it was getting late.
"I'll see you again tomorrow. Promise."
"Bye, Chat." Marinette said, waving him off with a small, genuine, smile.
Now left alone, Marinette sat on the floor, left alone with her thoughts, which continued to take her back to her dream and what had transpired afterwards.
Why had she had the dream? Why of Chat? What did it mean?
Why did she enjoy it?
And why…
Why did she want it to happen in real life?
Adrien's POV*
As soon as he had slipped into his room, Adrien detransformed and flopped into bed, finally allowing himself to think over what had happened earlier with Marinette.
She had been…talking in her sleep. Moving.
At first he wasn't sure what she was saying, couldn't tell what she was doing. But soon it became obvious, and he could hear one thing clear as day:
Chat
She had been saying his name. Over and over. But…not saying it.
Moaning it
It didn't take long to figure the rest out, especially when he started being able to smell it.
And god, the smell.
It was overwhelming, in all the best ways. It had had his cock twitching, and even now at the memory of it, Adrien could feel himself hardening.
Groaning, Adrien rolled onto his back and idly slipped a hand into his pants before he knew what he was doing, or why.
After a few seconds he pulled his away I'm disgust and confusion, cursing himself for thinking of his friend in that way. For having that desire.
But he could still smell that arousal, could still hear the way she moaned for him, the way she moved.
And his body reacted and moved on its own.
And soon Adrien's hand was back in his pants, lust and hormones winning over. He'd deal with the guilt and other such thoughts later. For right now, he needed to deal with another problem.
A low moan bubbled up his throat and escaped from his open lips, his breathing heavy as he jerked himself off to thoughts of Marinette.
It didn't take long for him to finish. Not when he was thinking about her.
About the way he wanted her lips around his cock instead of his hand, her blue eyes looking up at him from between his legs.
The way he wanted her spread out for him so he could return the favour and make her feel amazing.
The way he wanted to fuck her, deep slow and passionately, so they could feel every inch of each other.
He came all over his hand and into his pants.
Post nut clarity hit him like a steam roller immediately as he took in what he'd just done, what he'd just thought.
"Shit."