Mari/Chat 4
As Marinette threw her arms around Chat's neck to give him the most tender and passionate kisses she's ever given – and, without breaking their lip-contact, she guided him to the bed and pulled him towards her chest as she sat down – she could feel both of their hearts beating in sync with each other.
"P-Princess," Chat, dazed and full of awe, managed to squeak out. "I-I love you… So, so much…" He confessed, breathless between kisses yet still somehow sounding resolute, and Marinette felt her heart beat faster and her limbs go numb once again in response to his sweet words.
When Marinette finally paused, briefly to catch her breath, she responded to his affection in an equally winded and heartfelt voice. "I love you, too, Kitten."
Marinette could feel her love for him surge through her veins as she spoke, knowing that her words would ring true no matter how many times she'd say them from here on out.
Suddenly, a pleasurable shiver ran down her spine and her skin tingled till the hairs on the back of her neck rose upon feeling his clawed hand roam around her body once more until it stopped on reaching her hip. He gave a tiny squeeze and relished in the tiny surprised squeak his Princess made before allowing his hand to slowly travel her curved body up to her chest where, more prepared, she then gave out a pleasurable gasp at the fire that seemed to blaze in the trail of his touches.
With a groan, coming from the black leather-bound superhero, he picked Mari up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He then moved them both so that he was on his knees on Mari's bed while pinning the dark-haired teen to the wall. Unable to control himself completely, he attacked her neck in kisses and bites.
'Oh, wow, this is… So amazing… Ohhh, Chat…' The aroused Marinette thought to herself, as Chat began to drift his hand down towards to her top of her shorts. Hesitating, with what willpower and self-control he somehow still managed to retain, as he made slow movements as he lightly brushed his claws along the top of Mari's panties and even slower light pulling against them, he pulled his face back just enough to look into his Princess's debauched eyes for permission to continue with his own intensified gaze.
With a deep shudder of pleasure, she desperately cleared her mind enough to be able to respond to her Chaton.
"Oh, Mon Dieu, Kitty, yes… Please, don't stop, keep going, please…" She gasped.
Throwing away all caution to the wind, once receiving a favorable answer, Chat then kissed, bit and sucked more and more of her neck. Mari gaped with awe at the sensations and soon enough he felt Mari's hand above his. For a split second, amazingly cutting through his mental haze of arousal, he thought she wanted him to stop after all… But as it would happen – 'Thank you, universe!' – that wasn't exactly the case…
It was actually more of the opposite.
"Please, do more with your hands-anything-I don't care, j-just do it, please… I want you so bad it almost hurts." Mari begged, as her bluebell eyes twinkled in the moonlight at her unlucky cat…
'Unlucky he may normally be but, tonight, I should hope he will be… As ironic as that is.'
"As you wish, my Princess" Chat swallowed, his voice suddenly thick and low with lust.
He then turned to continue his ministrations on her neck, without really noticing nor caring for the moment that he kept leaving love-bite marks all over the creamy skin of her neck – though, if you asked him at any other time, he may admit to finding his markings on her quite-very-much attractive… Maybe even hot – and, soon enough, he had all but ripped her clothes off of her body.
Chat Noir was pretty sure that, at this point, this wasn't real. It couldn't be. His teenage mind was just torturing him in his dreams tonight for dreaming up something so perverted yet perfect.
Her body had him almost drooling; she had the most beautiful curves, her breasts were so pink and perky…
And, Lord help his thirsty heathen soul, when he looked down he very nearly felt as though he were staring into his demise.
His Purrincess was very wet, and very horny if he judged her pebbled nipples correctly, making the masked teen groan in praise before immediately reaching up to cup her breasts with his free hand with much enthusiasm. His mouth, also, made a beeline to the one nipple while he occupied the other with his fingers; rubbing and lightly pinching into her other nipple.
Having nearly zero self-control by this point, soon enough, he had left hickeys all over her chest as well as her neck.
"Y-Yes, Dieu, Ch-Chat! I-I really want you, so much…" As she gasped with pleasure, tears in the corners of her eyes from the intensity of it all.
He moaned, hearing Marinette calling out his hero name, as it turned him on more than before.
It felt amazing, almost like heaven, knowing that the fact she was in such deep pleasure was because of him.
Chat then let his briefly forgotten clawed hand tenderly and lightly – so that he didn't accidentally scratch her – wriggled its way down and underneath Mari's panties and gently pressed his long fingers against her aching, throbbing, clit. Marinette cried out softly into Chat's leather ear, somehow making her pleasure made known to him amplified.
Neither teen could tell you how long they had been at it – how long the stray cat had been losing himself in pleasing the Princess – as they couldn't really think at all for a long time, though they could both proudly and shyly admit that they'd managed to keep quiet as to not disturb any of the other residents in the household for the entirety of their tryst.
However, in saying that, it felt as though their private act had come to an abrupt end all too soon for their liking… As, eventually, Marinette simply could not last any longer.
Chat Noir's magic fingers had done their job miraculously well – a thought that Marinette would both blush and dismay at the pun about.
The leather-clad blonde and made his designer classmate so wet and so pleased that she wound up quivering in a near-sobbing mess with pleasure as she came onto those glorious claws of his. All at once, it seemed, she felt all her limbs weaken like they were going to fail on her… Lucky her – another future whimper of irony – that her Chat was there to catch her, as a good partner should, and hold her upright.
"Too much, Princess? Or just enough for now?" He asked, trying to catch his own breath and calm himself down.
"Y-Yeah, I think… Enough for now… S-Sorry, Kitten, but I think it's time we called it a night… I'm feeling a little light-headed right now…" the dark-haired girl admitted, as she gasped for air to try get the room to stop spinning so she could gather her bearings.
Chat, ever the playful gentlemen, let her down to sit on her bed with the wall behind her to hold her upright and bowed his head.
"Then, without further adieu, this humble Knight shall see this Purrincess at another time when she is not so fatigued." He smirked, his eyes twinkling, as he lifted his head to look into Marinette's eyes again. She saw beneath the playful attitude was the concern and care for her.
This wasn't something they did every day, after all… This was, literally, the first time they got so carried away.
"Hehehe…The sooner the better, I guess." She giggled in response, her own mischievous side coming out briefly to relish in the way he was then mock-offended at her words. "Until next time, Chat Noir." She then bid good night, as she lifted herself to met his lips in a surprise kiss – one which both teens smiled into it. Their exchanged tender kiss lasted but a heartbeat, however, before they parted.
"I can't wait, Marinette." The blonde teen whispered the blue-eyed girl's name sincerely and heavily. The latter's face then bloomed with a dark blush.
After one last bow, the superhero leaped out of Marinette's window hatch and she waved him goodbye with one hand while the other grabbed and held up her blanket up to her chest to cover herself.
The teen girl then laid down onto her bed, now alone she was properly stunned at what just occurred, and she couldn't get out of her head on how much of a pleaser Chat Noir was, and at how attentive to detail as to which-touches-did-what to her and made sure to please her even though he did not please himself the entire time.
'W-Wait… Oh, merde… He gave me such large and dark hickeys… They're gonna last a while… Now I'm gonna have to wear a scarf or high-collared shirt or jacket or something...' She thought to herself, as she turned her head to look at herself in the mirror.
"Wow, that was intense, wasn't it Mari- ohmygosh! Are you alright? You have some sort of dark bruises everywhere!" Tikki gasped, in disbelief and worry.
Marinette, though she was still breathing heavily from what just happened, had the decency to flush scarlet.
"Oh! He-Hello Tikki! Uh, no, they're not bruises… They, uh, they're actually more commonly known as 'hickeys' or 'love-bites'… They'll, well, they'll be staining my skin for a few days; but it's okay! They don't hurt or anything!" Marinette managed to blurt out in a rushed manner.
'How on earth am I going to hide these from Alya? She's got hawk-like eyes and a bloodhound-like nose for this sort of thing… It's how I ever really know who has been with who in school since this stuff would just go right over my head…' She thought, before noticing she was still naked.
Hurriedly, she got some other PJ's out – as the ones she had been wearing now just gave her some rather inappropriate thoughts for her crime-fighting partner – and she slipped them on. She donned a light baby-pink camisole shirt and grey shorts with a matching pink outlining along the hem and elastic waist.
As she was heading back to bed she noticed her scarves in the corner of her open wardrobe – one in particular standing out; it was a pink sheer lightweight cotton infinity-type scarf. Whilst it was semi-transparent, just as it was, if she looped it once extra around her neck then no one would be able to see the hickeys. It was perfect for any season and it went perfectly with her regular outfit.
'Perfect! I will wear that one tomorrow to hide these hickeys and no one would be any the wiser!'
When Adrien got home, and de-transformed, he went straight to his bathroom to have a cold shower to calm himself down more.
'That got really intense, really fast… I wonder what made her do this tonight, though? I would have been content with a simple light make-out at most, but instead… Not that I would dare complain but… WOW.' The blonde model thought to himself; he knew he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. He knew he loved it.
"Right, where's my camembert?" Plagg announced, as he searched through Adrien's bag. With a turn of Adrien's head, he raised a perfect brow at his Kwami.
"Is that all you really think about? Cheese?" He scrunched his nose up slightly.
"Yes, of course it's all I think about! How could I not?! Cheese is the love of my existence! And, unlike you, I don't much care to think of any kind of human sinful acts." Plagg snickered back at his Chosen.
Being caught off guard, and a crimson face, Adrien just made his way to his shower without another word.
As the water was ran down his body, all Adrien could think about was Marinette being with him.
His imagination ran wild until he could think of nothing else other than that, if Marinette were somehow presently with him then and there, he would be all over her within a heartbeat.
He would pin her against the walls of his shower with the hot water running down their heated clashing bodies; their lips would be all but welded together; her hands scratching through his hair and up his back; his hand would cup underneath her soft smooth breast; he would hold up her legs with his waist and keep her stable as his hard cock would be in-between those mile-long creamy legs of hers and be slightly grazing her… Her…
GUH.
Just the mere thoughts of all that made him feel breathless and feverish…
Luckily, he was planning on taking a very long cold shower.
It was the next day at school and Marinette had arrived on time, a first in a while, with the white scarf around her neck. Adrien took note of it and immediately raised his hand to his mouth to hold back the smile and a giggle. After composing himself, he walked over to her to greet her.
"Hey Marinette, nice scarf?" He smiled, voice like honey, and he reached out to feel the fabric; though he was left feeling nothing but air as Marinette had quickly stepped back to avoid his hand.
"Ah! Eh, sorry! It's just that this scarf is very fragile – I almost didn't wear it today – and I don't want it to get damaged as it was a gift from my, uh, my grandmother over in China!" She lied, hoping he was fooled.
Appearance-wise, he was… But, sadly, he knew better.
He knew she was lying about the scarf being fragile – he wasn't sure about the gift from grandmother part, though, because what if it had been when she first got it? – but he chose to let her off since Adrien had no reason to be suspicious of lies. So, instead, he just smiled apologetically at her.
"Sorry, Marinette… It's just really pretty is all. It looks great on you." He apologized, letting his hand rub the back of his neck. It was then that Marinette's shoulders dropped, in relief he'd assume, a bit too far down and so a couple of his marks were revealed to him.
No one else was around yet so, fortunately for her, no one else knew or saw.
"Hey, what are those marks on your neck?" Adrien asked, proud of his restraint to hold back the most devilish smirk that's ever cross his lips, and blinking in fake concern.
"Oh? Um, y-you know, I think I'd rather not t-talk about that right now? I mean, uh, i-it's something I-I don't want to draw attention to since it's, you know, nothing serious." She stuttered, in her response, turning a light pink and avoiding his eyes.
"Oh, well, that's okay. I'm glad to hear it isn't anything worrying. Shall we be getting to class?" Adrien then smiled politely at her – hoping that he would be able to keep his amusement to himself; he didn't need his classmate figuring him out when he had yet to decide whether to reveal himself yet or not to her.
Marinette nodded her head in agreement quickly and jerkily; as she led the way she fixed her scarf and thanked whoever was looking out for her today that she didn't expose all of her neck hickeys.
'They had really darkened since last night – almost like really bad bruises… Hopefully I can keep Alya off my trail.'
She almost jumped with joy as she saw Alya was absent today – along with Nino, Chloé, Sabrina and Max – and was both relieved and guilty that she could relax and not worry about anyone besides Adrien prying.
After school, though, Marinette had stayed back in the library to catch up some curriculum work for Algebra and had her scarf off as no one else was in the Library and so she deemed it was safe to take it off…
Until she heard Adrien, anyway, but it was too late to do anything about it then.
"Hey Marinette! Anyone sitting with you?" She shook her head in response, her cheeks turned flush pink. "So, catching up with Math?"
She nodded, as she couldn't get any words out for the moment due to her mortification of him catching her without her scarf.
"I'm getting a bit behind myself, for some reason Algebra alludes me where Physics just sings to me. Weird, huh? Well, maybe we could help each other out!" Adrien suggested, smiling innocently, and Marinette's eyes widened at the idea.
She was almost embarrassed at how she gaped for a moment before finally being able to gather her words.
"Yeah! That s-sounds really great, actually!" She responded, hopefully with a positive vibe to her tone rather than nervous, and figured it was nice that Adrien hadn't commented on her neck yet. It made her feel a bit more confident to not wear her scarf around him for that moment and she felt a bit better before turning back to her work.
She, however, made the unconscious mistake of brushing some of her escaped hair back behind her ear before giving Adrien the chance to look away; giving him a chance to glance at his 'artwork' on the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes upon besides Ladybug.
'Yes! Now's my chance to get her flustered again! And maybe find out if she likes them or not… If she doesn't, then at least I get to burn this into my memory.' Adrien inwardly smirked as he schooled his outward appearance to be slightly horrified and more-than-a-bit concerned for his classmate. He made sure to have an audible intake of breath that drew her attention enough to realize what she did.
Boy, did she suddenly resemble a tomato. Neither said anything about it though, as Adrien was waiting for her to let her guard down again to ask, but he did through in a worried look or two at her and make it appear as though he were going to reach a hand for her in caution before 'thinking better of it' and lowering his hand again.
Yeah, he knew he was a bit of an ass for doing what he did, but he could see her resolve to 'keep him in the dark' lowering further and further until it was nearly diminished completely.
As they finished helping each other out, and they packed up their belongings and started walking down the hall way together, Marinette put her scarf back on so she didn't draw any unwanted attention from anyone.
When they were nearing the entrance of the school, Adrien figured then was better than any other time and addressed her with his 'question'.
"I-I know you're not going to like me asking this, like at all, but… I'm… I'm worried, Mari. What exactly are those marks on your neck? They look painful and there are so many of them and… You can trust me, you know? I won't tell anyone, I promise, just… Are you okay?" Adrien asked, feigning his nervous panic with a slight hint of hesitation.
Mari flinched guiltily and shut her eyes for a moment as she could feel her cheeks darken in color; but eventually gave a heavy sigh and answered his question with honesty.
"Adrien, it's okay, I'm fine… They don't hurt, really… It-they-really, they aren't anything to worry about… They're just… They are called 'hickeys', or rather 'love-bites'…" She began, and told him everything except who gave them to her.
Not that she needed to anyway.
Marinette kept pacing around her room; she was stressing and wondering how this patrol would go as it had been a while since Ladybug had last seen Chat Noir even though Marinette sure as heck hadn't had to wait so long…
"Marinette, calm down, pacing isn't going to help your situation and this shouldn't affect your duties and responsibilities as a Chosen. Think of it this way, as far as Chat Noir is concerned, he is with Marinette now – not Ladybug – so he shouldn't flirt with you or distract you whatsoever during patrol from now on." Tikki addressed her as comfort
Tikki was right; Chat Noir shouldn't get in the way of their duties as Chosens of the Miraculous.
"You're right, Tikki. He shouldn't do anything like that from now on, and it shouldn't really get in my way anyway. After all, he doesn't know Marinette is Ladybug, or Ladybug is Marinette. He doesn't know, so it's fine." Marinette sighed, as she responded to Tikki's statement.
"Come on, we'd better go; that silly Chat Noir is probably waiting for us." Tikki stated, smiling in satisfaction that she calmed her girl down. Marinette nodded determinedly.
"Tikki! Spots on!"
Later, as Ladybug saw Chat Noir at their regular meeting point, she noticed that he was sitting near the edge of the roof with his posture looked hunched over and he was holding his legs to his chest.
As she got closer, she could see that he looked very pale. She was concerned immediately.
"Hey kitty, are you okay? You don't look too good…" She spoke gently as she softly placed her gloved hand against his shoulder when sat down next to him. He looked up at her with tired eyes.
"Y-Yeah, I'll be fine, I've just a lot on my mind… Just thinking too much, I guess." He stuttered, hesitant to answer her concerned question.
Now that won't do. Chat Noir is supposed to be the epitome of carefree laughter and cheesy puns.
What could possibly be causing him to be like this?
Hoping to address the situation further, in a calming and comforting voice, she probed very lightly as she knew that if he didn't want to talk then she had no right to force him since he never forced her.
"You can talk to me about it, if you want? I won't mind. You're always there for me and I would enjoy to be here for you, too." She smiled gently at him.
It was lovely to know that Ladybug was really concerned about him, even outside the mask…
"Okay, but you need to keep an open mind about this… I've been putting a lot of thought into this – probably more than necessary – but this matter is something very important and very touchy and delicate, so…" Chat Noir trailed off, and Ladybug nodded in agreement. It would have to be for her silly kitty to look almost sick from thinking so hard about it.
As he took a breath and went to tell Ladybug what was bothering him, he paused as he noticed on what showed on her neck and immediately felt his cautious expression turn anxious.
Ladybug noticed and almost groaned with frustration – surely, she thought, the suit would have covered it all up… Clearly not, but how Chat's feline eyes caught onto however much was showing.
"My-My Lady! What on earth happened to your neck?" He gasped.
As he raised a gloved hand to her, he examined it further with his gaze.
For some reason, it looked exactly like what Marinette's hickeys looked like…
Wait…
Marinette's hickeys?!
Ladybug jolted back before he could touch her, though.
"Uh! I think we should call off this patrol for tonight, Kitty, I just remembered I have some important things I need to do! I shall see you next patrol!" She was lying through her teeth but, luckily for her, that derailed what Chat had been focused on and went along with it; parting ways with her as they said their good nights.
Ladybug took off faster than usual, though, in a very familiar direction and that got Chat Noir back onto what he was thinking earlier…
So, as a bit guilty as he felt doing it, the black cat hero followed her as his curiosity got the best of him. He made sure to hide behind different things along the way so that she didn't spot him – he would snicker later over that –until she came to a stop on top of a rooftop to check her surroundings.
Once she felt she was truly alone, making sure no one had followed her or anything, she made one final leap before landing onto a familiar balcony.
Chat Noir peeped over the chimney he was hiding behind, to be sure his eyes weren't tricking him.
His eyes bulged.
He would recognize that bakery anywhere.
When he glanced back up to see the now very familiar balcony was one that he actually was very acquainted with. It was Marinette's balcony.
Marinette's balcony.
He turned his attention back to Ladybug in time to see her enter the room through the window hatch. Hurriedly, he leaped over to her window with his back against the wall, he peeped in without trying to get caught.
Perhaps his thoughts were just running wild again, surely?! This was probably just a check-in on Marinette errand Ladybug was doing?! She did say she had things to do earlier, right?!
RIGHT?!
When his eyes peered into the room, there Ladybug was in the middle of it…
And before he could blink, a pink glow flashed around the room…
Ladybug had de-transformed…
She just de-transformed right in front of him – granted, she had no idea – and MON DIEU.
As luck would have it – another laugh later on – it turns out that his wild thoughts were actually correct…
Ladybug is Marinette…
Marinette is Ladybug…
How did he not notice this before?! Thinking on it, it was so obvious!
Her night-sky hair, her stunning bluebell eyes, her smile and laugh...
Seriously, how did he not notice this in the very first place that they were the same girl?!
For crying out loud, he's even memorized the curves of her… Her body… He's… To Ladybug and Marinette, he…
Blood rushed to his face and lower upon realizing just how familiar he had gotten with his partner.
It was a miracle he didn't faint and managed to get home without incident along the way.