The kiss started gently, Cat Noirs hand crept up into her thick hair. His mouth grew rough as he leaned her head back, cradling it as he peppered kisses down her jaw bone and the column of her slender neck. His tongue lapped at her skin, drinking in the very essence of what was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He wanted her. He craved the sweet, bubbly girl every second. He only just now had learned to admit it.

Marinette sighed when she felt his hands trail down her neck, over her shoulders and down her sides to grip her waist. She was so intoxicated by this. Intoxicated by him.

"Marinette." He stopped abruptly, pulling away to stare into the glazed pools of blue. "We can stop whenever you want. I don't want you to feel pressured. I know neither of us has very much experi-" she cut him off by closing the gap between them once more. Her heart beat faster at the kind and understanding words. She had waited five years for someone to give her the attention she yearned for. Cat Noir was here. Marinette trusted him. That was all there really was to it.

Cat Noir couldn't believe it. The girl who had run away from him all those years, the one that could barely hold a conversation with him, brought his bottom lip between her teeth. The sensation made him want to give in to his animalistic instincts, to take what was his. He knew this girl was inexperienced. He knew she probably hadn't had the thoughts that he had about ladybug. The ones where he ravaged her on a rooftop under the warm glow of the moon and the street lights. He had to wait. He had to wait for her.

He flipped them so Marinette lay on her back with her raven hair splayed beneath her like a halo. She was gorgeous. And she was most definitely all his.

He resumed the gentle assault of his mouth on her soft skin, grinning at the soft moan that left her lips when he met where her shoulder met her neck. His tongue swirled around the creamy skin, his hands edging themselves under her thin t-shirt. He tried oh so hard to imagine what she would feel like without the suit between them.

"Princess?" she looked up at him, a dazed expression washing over her face.

"Can I try something?" he placed a kiss on her jaw while he waited for her response.

"What is it?"

"I want to feel all of you." He stood, crossing the room to pull the curtain closed, enveloping the space in darkness. They could make out the outlines of each other's bodies, but not much else.

Oh

Marinette blushed. "Close your eyes." She complied only from the curiosity of what would come if she listened.

"Plagg, claws off." She could see the green flash from behind her eyelids followed by a small voice complaining about being tired. She smiled at the kwamis whines. After the room fell silent again she felt the bed dip from where Cat- or whoever he was- climbed onto the bed with her. He pushed his leg between her thighs, pressing his knee against her center. Marinette had never been touched this way. Not by anyone. She had dreamed about Adrien doing this to her too many times to count, but she never imagined that being so close to someone like this could feel so good.

"Remember just say the word and I'll stop" he repeated his earlier claim, tugging at the hemline of her top. She sat up to help him remove it, leaving her only in a thin t-shirt bra. She followed suit and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Her small fingers grazed over his stomach. She could feel the muscles twitching beneath his burning skin. Her nails left tiny scratches in their wake.

She wanted him closer. He seemed to read her mind as he leaned down to capture her lips with his.

Her mind raced at all the possibilities of what was about to happen. Sex? Or would they just kiss? Her stomach fluttered at the thought of losing her virginity to the masked hero. She felt a tightening in her lower half at the thought of Cat doing the things she had always thought about in her head about Adrien.

"Please touch me." She begged softly. He chuckled quietly at the girls' eagerness. He held his own want in check, not wanting her to see just how badly she was getting to them. The growing bulge in his pants contradicted his thoughts.

His thoughts were scattered when he reached down to untie her shorts and pull them to her ankles, her feet kicking them off to some unknown spot on the floor. His jeans followed shortly after. There they were, two sculpted bodies, perfect from years of crime-fighting. The only thing between them was the thin cotton underwear they each wore. He settled himself between her legs, pressing torturously against her, moving his hips to illicit another sound of pleasure from the dark-haired vixen laying beneath him.

"Closer." She breathed and wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing him closer than he thought possible.

There was nothing gentle about Cat anymore. His mouth and fingers worked feverishly on her skin. He was fueled by the mewls falling from her mouth, all of which he swallowed as if she was the only thing keeping him alive, keeping him breathing.

Marinette's mind was clouded, a feeling coiling in her stomach as he continued to press into her. She wanted to feel him.

"Do you have protection?" she finally asked.

"Shit." She assumed that was a no.

"But I can still make you feel good princess" he purred softly, his hand moving between their hips to rub the spot that was sure to make her tremble. And tremble she did.

She had never felt this way before. Even when she did it herself it never felt quite like this. This feeling was exciting and new.

His fingers moved in slow circles, the tight spring deep in her belly ready to explode. If he would just keep going, a little faster, she knew she would be done for.

"Is this okay?" his other hand reached up, slithering beneath her bra. A sound of approval was all he wanted as his fingers kneaded the full hills of her breast, his thumb brushing over the bud of her nipple. Marinette gasped, her vision going white as she came undone for him. Only for him.

He held her as she returned from the high of her orgasm, her chest heaving beneath his hand. He pulled it down to cover her before moving to sit up.

"You're leaving?" her tone was laced with confusion. He had planned on it. He really had. But how could he when she sounded so sad at the thought of him disappearing once more.

"No. But I wish I could stay forever."