Chapter Six: Break it More
Luka had her by the hips, and it was hard not to melt against his body as he enveloped her sensitive neck in warm kisses. Mari whimpered her delight, tipping her head further back even as she pulled the musician towards the nearby haunted house of the Foire du Trône.
They found their passage easily, their hands groping each other on the way through before sneaking into a very darkened corner near a skeleton on display. The bluenette felt bold, pushing him into the crevice, slipping to her knees, and he gasped.
"M-Mari," he groaned, eyes widening in the few flashes of light the eerie environment afforded them. "You don't have to."
"Mm, but I've been dying to," she teased, popping open his jeans, sliding them down his hips to expose his already hardened arousal. Marinette wasted no time in ensnaring it with her soft fingers before she wrapped her mouth greedily around the taut flesh, and the musician hissed his eager happiness, entangling his digits into the loose strands of her aqua hair.
She felt his weight lean back a little more heavily into the corner as she delved her mouth along his length, licking her tongue as she went. Mari sucked the whole way, pulling appreciative sounds from the man above her, and she lifted her eyes to stare at him, but his head was tipped back, mouth parted in ecstasy as she worked his swollen shaft.
Someone screamed in the distance, but he didn't stir as she took another dive down his length, nearly swallowing him up, allowing her teeth to graze him in the lightest of capacities. He released a shuddering cry, but overall, he didn't seem displeased as his fingertips pressed harder into her scalp, urging her on…pressing her harder into his cock.
"Mmm," she moaned, slurping along his length with enthusiasm, and she felt his arousal twitching in her mouth as she pumped faster with her head, her slender fingers gripping his ass for support and leverage.
"M-Mari I'm g-gonna…uh…"
His thick seed spilled into her mouth, and the immediate salty taste surprised her, but she swallowed it down slowly, and began swirling her tongue around his head again, but Luka almost shoved her back, laughing, groaning and shook his head.
"S-sorry, it's…uh, a little sensitive, now," he whispered, shaking. "At least give me a few minutes," he tried, pulling her up to her feet with one hand, adjusting his pants to the proper position with the other.
The bluenette grinned, and he leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled back a little, blinking in surprise, blushing. "Uh, wouldn't you rather wait until I've rinsed o-or something?" She'd just had her mouth on him, and swallowed his cum, she wouldn't think a guy would want to kiss after that.
Luka chuckled, slipping his arms behind her back, pulling her up against him. "If you can get on your knees and put your mouth on me, I have no problem kissing you afterwards," he said softly, pressing their lips together, and Mari giggled softly, kissing him back lightly. "However, I'd love to return the favor."
His strong hands looped them around, and her back pressed into the corner, his teeth nibbling down the side of her neck, and her eyes fluttered closed as she released a soft whimper. He bit down gently, sucking at the curve of her neck, his fingers shifting up her shirt to caress her bare sides, and heat pooled rapidly between her thighs, making her moan louder. His other hand inched her skirt up as his mouth breathed kisses along her collarbone, tearing a whimper from her half part lips as she tipped her head all the way back, her nails finding purchase in his back.
"L-Luka?" Alya's voice sounded uncertain, and it made her jump, but Mari was suddenly staring at the musician's back, which was blocking her view. "Wh-what are you doing making out with some—" Her voice drew nearer and it sounded angry now, making the buenette push further against the wall. If there was one moment she wished she was invisible, it was now as her heart pounded desperately in her chest. "Random floozy at the Foire du Trône?"
"Alya," he whispered softly, and Marinette hid her face against his back, caught between embarrassment and glowing pride that her friend would stick up for her. "I wouldn't do anything like that," he tried calmly, but it seemed the journalist was in a state.
"Oh? No? Then who is that?"
She groaned, but gave Luka a gentle nudge, and he blew out a breath, moving his body so she could stare at Alya through a curtain of her own hair, using it to shield half of her face. "H-Hey, Alya," she said timidly, offering a tight smile, giggling nervously.
"M-Marinette! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you with…your hair down…and…"
"In a darkened corner of a haunted house?" She felt her cheeks turning bright crimson, but her horror wasn't over. Her eyes bypassed her best friend, staring in mortification at the two guys she was with, and her heart fell out of her chest.
"Y-Yeah," she laughed, but then she noticed where Mari was looking, and the blunette could see her mentally kicking herself. "We'll leave you t-to it!"
Luka wrapped his arms around her from behind, and it startled her a little because green orbs were burning holes into her bluebell ones, forcing her to swallow around the pulse that was now in her throat.
"Maybe they could join us too?" Nino's voice was as calm and unassuming as ever, but it made her body tighten when apprehension.
"I don't think that's a good idea, babe," Alya's voice held a deadly edge, and her boyfriend seemed to catch on quickly because he muttered something inaudible, and Adrien flinched, never breaking her gaze.
Why wouldn't he stop staring? Was it because she'd told him how she felt and now she was out with Luka? Was she just supposed to put her whole life on hold, wallowing in her misery for him? She frowned, grabbing the musician's hand, pulling him along quickly as it became increasingly difficult to breathe.
"S-See you later, Alya," she tossed over her shoulder before disappearing into the haunted attraction with the musician.
***POV Change***
He hadn't really wanted to go to the Foire du Trône with the duo, but Nino seemed to have his heart set on it, so Adrien shrugged and agreed. Tonight, he mostly felt like the third wheel as the caramel skinned girl leaned heavily on her boyfriend, cooing her admiration and stealing kisses every few minutes. He was ready to call it a night.
"Ooo, haunted house," she squealed. "C'mon guys," she gestured, jogging ahead, and he rubbed his nose with his middle finger and thumb, following after the woman.
The blonde was amused, however, for a few minutes as Nino yelped a couple times along the way before a familiar sound pulled his attention, tugging his handsome face into a deep frown. He couldn't be hearing what he thought he was hearing. Not here.
"Is th-that Luka?" Alya hissed to her boyfriend under her breath, nodding near one of the poorly lit corners. "Who is that girl?" The woman sounded affronted.
Adrien didn't need a lot of light to see, or his special power to know it was Marinette, he'd recognize her anywhere. The way she whimpered…made his blood boil with need…and rage. A small flash of light allowed him to spy the man pushing the bluenette's skirt up, and he took a step forward, a growl touching the edge of his tongue.
"L-Luka?" Alya's wavering voice gave Adrien pause, and he blinked, watching the musician automatically shield the woman behind him as he turned to face the sudden presence. "Wh-what are you doing making out with some random floozy at the Foire du Trône?" The Ladyblogger had stomped closer, nearly getting in the man's face.
"Alya, I wouldn't do anything like that," Luka breathed.
The investigative journalist crossed her arms in disbelief. "Oh? No? Then who is that?"
Luka sighed, shifting out of the way, and Mari's nervous smile was half hidden by her cascading hair. "H-Hey, Alya." The bluenette giggled a little, and his teeth clenched.
"M-Marinette! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you with…your hair down…and…"
The girl blushed. "In a darkened corner of a haunted house?" She finally looked in his direction, and their eyes locked, and he saw her immediate shock. Behind that, there was…shame? Fear? Guilt? He couldn't be completely sure.
"Y-Yeah," Alya laughed before glancing over her shoulder, stiffening. "We'll leave you t-to it!"
Adrien watched Luka wrap his arms around the bluenette, and she jumped a little, never breaking contact with him, just staring. Did she want something from him? Did she still….have feelings for him? If he crossed the small chamber and tore her from Luka's arms and kissed her, would she kiss him back? Just the thought of claiming her made him…
"Maybe they could join us too?" Nino's suggested softly, and the model clenched his fists.
"I don't think that's a good idea, babe," Alya growled.
"Keeping them separate is dumb," Nino muttered more to himself than anyone, and Adrien flinched as he stared at Mari.
She ripped her gaze from him, grabbing Luka's hand to pull him along the proper path of the haunted house. "S-See you later, Alya," she called weakly before disappearing.
"Well that was surprising," Alya laughed softly, and he made a noise that must have been displeasing because she shot him a glare. "You have something to add?"
"Yeah, I'm done for the night. You two enjoy," he snapped back just as brusquely, catching her off guard, and she frowned. Nino opened his mouth, presumably to defend the female, but Adrien waved his hand. "I'm going, no need to chastise me," he commented, leaving them before they could retort.
He followed the dimly illuminated corridor, glowering at the ground as if he could make it spontaneously combust with his growing fury. He'd been an idiot. He should have...what? Given up on Ladybug? Betrayed her for Mari?
He shook his head, lifting it and frowned. He saw Luka up ahead, but the bluenette wasn't with him. He looked around slowly, but he didn't see her at all, and the musician was continuing on without her. Where had she gone?
***POV Change***
Marinette leaned against the wall, clutching her chest as her heart threatened to explode from its confines. She took in a haggard breath, closing her eyes as she tried to get her mind and body in order. She'd told Luka she needed a few minutes alone, and he said he'd wait outside for her. That was fine.
The bluenette had managed to sneak into a tiny 'backstage' area that had a few props but it looked mostly abandoned. She'd had to wriggle behind a few tilted coffins to gain access, but at least she was alone with her tumultuous brain.
"Wh-Why," she whispered. Her eyes shifted to Tikki, but frowned when she felt the being tuck hurriedly down into the bottom of her purse. Someone pushed her firmly into the wall, and although the motion caught her off guard, it didn't feel…violent. Luka was the only person who knew she was here…really, so she tried to stave off the immediate panic that some random person might have found her. She'd fight if she had to…but…
"I j-just said I n-needed a minute, Luka," she swallowed, closing her eyes.
"I'm not Luka, Purrrincess," he growled softly into her ear, startling her for…a mountain of reasons she couldn't begin naming, but the thought of Chat behind her now…made her gush into her panties, and she squeezed her eyes tighter, hating herself for it. She hadn't been aroused thinking it was Luka, but now…
"Ch-Chat," she whimpered. "What are you doing here?" Mari tried to keep her voice even, but her knees were shaking, and the feline spun her so suddenly, that her eyes flew open, and she gasped.
"You're lucky it was me and not some stranger. You didn't even try to fight," he hissed.
"I d-didn't feel threatened," she admitted quietly, blinking, looking down to avoid his intense burning stare. It was dark, but his glowing eyes pierced her, heating places that not even hands could reach. She pressed her thighs together more tightly, swallowing the sound that wanted to escape. "I'll g-go find Luka now," she breathed, but his hands grabbed her wrists, shoving them into the wall, and her head shot up to find his face inching closer.
"What are you doing to me?" He stared at her through heavy lids, and his words whispered against her mouth as he stopped moving.
"I d-don't know what you m-mean, Chat, but I h-have to go," she tried to sound reasonable.
"Do you want to go?" he whispered, moving his lips, and suddenly, his mouth was warm against her ear, trailing down her neck, making her moan.
Her fingers curled to clench into fists as he kept her trapped, and she licked her suddenly dry lips. "Wh-What are you doing?"
"Maybe I'm tired of holding back my desire for you," he growled against her shoulder, and just the words alone made her quiver with need as fire erupted behind her navel, pulling a line straight to her core as she felt her panties soak completely through. "I didn't like what you did to me, Princess," he said dangerously, as he inhaled loudly. "Watching you push him down your beautiful body," he snarled, sliding to his knees.
"Ch-Chat I d-didn't mean to—ah!" The back of her head hit the wall as he pushed her shirt up enough to sink his teeth into her hip. His free hand shoved her quaking knees apart, and only his firm grip kept her from falling. "W-We shouldn't," she squeaked, but her fingers betrayed her, sliding into his blonde locks.
"Tell me no, Mari," he growled, licking her inner thigh several times slowly, and he pulled her leg over his shoulder to help support her weight.
"Ch-Ch-Chat…I…we c-can't," she whimpered, but the word 'no' refused to make an appearance on her tongue.
"Tell me to stop," he said firmly, sliding his tongue closer to her core, and she gasped.
"I c-can't!" He hooked a claw in her underwear, peeling it aside, and she braced herself for the feeling. She didn't really know what to expect, but…his hot tongue trailing with languid ease over her entire slit up to her clit was… "CHAT!" Her back curved as her hips pushed against his face, making him moan.
"Mm, did he tell you how delicious you taste?"
She shivered uncontrollably, and she tossed her head back and forth. "He d-didn't…get a taste," she admitted, looking away.
He shoved her leg off of his shoulder so suddenly she blinked in confusion. Instead, he stood and picked her up so she had to straddle his waist, feeling his hard cock pushing into her core, which elicited a moan from her full lips, and he knelt down, shoving a bunch of props off the top of a coffin, pushing her down on top of it.
He hovered over her, and his mouth lathered her neck with fiery kisses, his claws pushing her shirt up gradually as he ground his hardness into her core, making her cry out with pleasure. He pried her legs from around his body so he could move lower, licking along her collarbone before he pulled her shirt completely off.
"Even better up close," he groaned, nibbling on the mound of her breast, and Mari whimpered, blushing, turning her face away. His claws teased a line up her thigh, the pads of his fingers brushing over her wet panties, and she felt him shudder with her as he layered a trail of hot desire down her breastbone with his mouth, stopping just above her navel. Right where the knot was coiling.
"Chat," she moaned softly, letting her eyes flutter closed as her head tipped backwards, body tight with anticipation to feel him between her thighs again.
"Princess," he mirrored with equal passion, sliding his tongue around her belly button and to the edge of her skirt, which he inched up slowly. His lips and tongue made a swath of heat along her left inner thigh, and he stopped at the edge of her panties, feeling the tip of his sinful appendage outline the material before receding to give her right thigh a similar treatment.
"Ch-Chat," she groaned, feeling the sweat collecting along her wound up body, and she panted, barely able to take the teasing.
He yanked her panties down roughly, and she gasped, lifting her head to stare down at him, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the coffin. "Scream for me, Mari," he growled possessively, wrapping his claws around her thighs and yanking her hot sex against his eager mouth.
His tongue pulled the first shriek as it flicked out against her sensitive clit, and he sucked it up into his hungry mouth, torturing the sensitive nub. Her nails found purchase in his scalp, and he hissed against her, making the bluenette squirm before he slid his tongue down to her entrance, circling it slowly before venturing back up to suck on her most intimate part, lapping at it with heavy strokes.
Chat moaned, and his pleasure just pushed her that much higher, making her back arch off the coffin, her lips parting to emit another scream of ecstasy as she saw the edge nearing. "G-God, please," she begged, sliding her legs desperately, instinctively, over his shoulders, rocking against his mouth. "Chat don't stop," she whined, pulling her hands from his head, rubbing up her body to grab her breasts, squeezing through the lace of her bra as she cried out again. She could feel it…
His claws grazed up her stomach, shoving her hands out of the way, and he slipped her bra up, gripping her bare flesh, flicking the pads of his thumbs over her hardened nipples, throwing her off the edge entirely. She screamed, her back and head leaving the makeshift bed completely as she squeezed his head with her powerful thighs, her nails digging into her forehead as she tried to muffle her cries of ecstasy.
When she flattened out again, spots danced in her vision, and she could barely catch her breath, staring down at the feline hero, licking his lips in a daze, sitting back on his butt, a little further from her body. He moaned softly in between the slow motions of his tongue, his lids heavy, and she blushed brightly, adding to her already flushed state.
She adjusted her bra, pulling her skirt down, and shifted, crawling across the coffin towards him. "Ch-Chat?"
He blinked several times, like he was clearing sleep from his eyes, and his ears twitched a little, tail swishing as he regarded her. "Y-You should probably get dressed," he growled, swallowing thickly.
She frowned, stilling at the foot of the prop, and sat back on her knees. "Y-You don't want more?"
Chat Noir tossed his gaze to the floor before he managed to stand with fluid grace. "It isn't that, believe me, but I'm sure Luka is already worrying after you," he hissed angrily. "You should probably get to him."
"O-Oh!"
He chuckled, a little smugly. "Did you forget?"
"Shut up," she muttered, looking around for her panties, and the guilt immediately slid into her stomach. She turned to ask him to help her look, but blinked, because Chat Noir was already gone.
***POV Change***
Chat managed to sneak out through a 'secret' exit. In reality, it was just a weak portion of the structure he took advantage of. He didn't want to go out by Luka ahead of Marinette. It might be too suspicious. "Claws in," he murmured just as he slipped through to the outside.
Plagg slid expertly into his pocket, finding a piece of cheese for his effort. "Kid, you got problems," he hissed through a mouthful of his dairy.
Adrien sat on the ground for a moment as people passed by without a second glance. "Y-Yeah," he whispered, groaning, covering his face. "What did I just do?!"
"I believe humans call it cunnilingus," Plagg offered. "By her reaction, I'd say you did it well too," he snickered, earning a pointed look from the blonde.
"First of all, nobody really says cunnilingus," he whispered under his breath. "Secondly, I meant, what did I do?" he repeated urgently.
"Fucked up?"
"Plagg!"
"You asked," the Kwami countered, shrugging in his hiding spot.
He rubbed the back of his head and neck, scuffing his locks several times before covering his face. He hadn't, in any way, intended to find her to take advantage of her. He had been worried, and he couldn't find her. Chat had better senses, so he'd transformed in a darkened area, away from prying eyes, and he'd been able to smell her natural scent through all the foreign ones.
He'd pinned her to the wall in the vain hope she'd see that hiding in a darkened corner alone could be dangerous…but…when she'd thought it was Luka, everything was fine. He was angry with her still, for hurting him, for taunting him, but he was in control. He couldn't hurt Marinette, not ever…well, not on purpose anyway. He'd hurt her emotionally, unintentionally, as Adrien, but that aside…
However, the moment he revealed his identity, her arousal kicked in, intoxicating him. She hadn't been aroused thinking it was Luka. She got…excited knowing Chat was pinning her, behind her, with her…
It had made it difficult to think clearly, but he had tried, hard, but she told him she'd felt safe and…the longer he stared the more aroused she became. Then, the beautiful woman uttered his name. She was going back to the other man, full of heat, full of want, created by Chat, and he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to be the one to alleviate all that desire inside of her, damned the consequences.
She hadn't been able to tell him no because she wanted him, and how incredibly bad he wanted the bluenette wrapped around him. He wanted to be between her thighs, with his cock and his mouth, hands…he wanted to claim every inch of her body…so when…
When Marinette said Luka hadn't gone down on her yet, his mind went blank, and the animal just reacted. He needed to stake his claim on her. He wanted first taste. He wanted to lick and savor her folds until she screamed her pleasure for him, knowing he was the first one to give her such ecstasy. It shouldn't be about his ego, but he wanted her to feel good because of him, not anybody else. He wanted…
"I want Mari," he whimpered helplessly.
Plagg snorted. "Course you do kid," he whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're pretty smart for a dense kitten," he chortled softly, and Adrien rolled his eyes getting to his feet.
"Sometimes you just don't make sense," he complained, sighing, and the Kwami remained silent as he walked around the haunted house building. He spied Luka, still alone, and moved to go around the man.
"Oh, hey Adrien. I didn't see you come out," he said, sounding confused.
"I-uh, saw you and Marinette talking and managed to go around. I think she said something about needing a second, but I was trying to mind my business," he lied easily. "I came out before you did."
The musician nodded slowly. "Yeah, she seemed upset, but I'm getting worried. That was what, at least twenty-five minutes ago?"
Adrien shrugged. "I wasn't timing it, honestly," he croaked, licking his lips where he could still detect Mari's sweet fluid. "I-uh, should go before she gets back," he breathed, and the musician sighed.
"Stay safe." Luka waved as the model turned, and he threw a similar gesture over his shoulder as he jogged away.
"Plagg, stop that," he sneered as the Kwami trembled uncontrollably in his pocket with his contained laughter. "This is not funny."
"N-No no, you're right. It's absolutely hysterical!" The obsidian cat shrieked his glee as they broke into a secluded area he growled, shaking his head.
"No more camembert," he threatened.
"Yeah, because that threat always lasts," he teased, chortling.
Adrien covered his face. What a mess.
"Ballsy move, kitten, by the way," his ancient commended proudly, flying up out of his pocket now that they were alone. "I didn't think you'd have the guts."
"You mean going down on Mari?" He frowned.
Plagg snorted. "No, I was guessing that would happen sooner or later based on your hormones. I'm talking about the item you swiped," he teased, making Adrien blush a bright scarlet as he slipped his fingers into his pocket, pulling out the sapphire satin panties, grinning.
Author Notes:
Mayuralover, yeah, well now we have a wrench don't we? Lol, it was working…kind of okay and then Chat goes and…gives in -_-''
Italian Guest, well, she hasn't lost that virginity yet, hm, I wonder who will get to pop the cherry…Chat or Luka? Now that Chat is stepping up a wee bit, though he's complicating things MORE now…they really do need a good talk though -_- dumbasses
NotOften, Well then, I appreciate the wholehearted compliment, truly! I'm very glad you don't think you could stop reading, that's generally the hope of most authors. If you ever feel like you don't know what to say, of course you don't have to review, but do know I'm also happy with a 'that was great!' lol, if it helps? There's still no pressure for you to review, but if it helps, is all. I suck at giving reviews because they're either too short or VERY long, lmao. Good to know about the scooter, thank you for that, and yes, Adrien deserves it a bit though, dumbass -_- but now he went and mucked it up!
Trying414, I'm sorry deep breaths my friend!
Alitablake, yup, they're all idiots *sighs* dumb teens. However, NOW we've got a bigger problem *shakes head* great! Chat at least did something :P however….however…bigger…problems. Lmao.
