I wish a could have posted this 2 days ago but I still had to make time to edit and do a bit of splicing. I said I wasn't going to go over 5,000 words with these but this one still ended up being a teeny bit over, but it is what it is.

*Spoilers for season 5 episode 'Elation.' I loved the scene on the beach too much not to write this.

Marichat May 2023

Day #23: Secret Date

Chat Noir and Marinette sat away from each other on the beach of the Ile aux Cygnes, away from the party lights, music, and civilians enjoying their evening. They faced opposite directions, looking down at the sand.

Andre the ice cream man had just reminded them of who they're 'supposed to be in love with.' Marinette had already known that Chat was in love with Ladybug. She had for a while. But then he blurted out to Chat that she was in love with Adrien Agreste.

Chat knew that Marinette had a secret love that she couldn't confess to, but he had never guessed that that someone was him.

Or at least, he used to be.

Apparently, she was no longer in love with his other self for basically the same reason he was no longer in love with Ladybug.

"I told you once before that we were both pretty unlucky in the love department," Marinette shrugged with a dry chuckle.

"I'm a black cat. Unlucky is my middle name," Chat sighed miserably.

Marinette looked over her shoulder to see Chat's back still facing her. She grinned, stood up, and made her way over to him.

"Maybe…we could be unlucky together," she said. Chat turned around where he sat as Marinette knelt in the sand in front of him.

Marinette had said earlier that she was a huge fan of his. She'd also said that she was a huge fan of him as Adrien the model. Which made sense, seeing as she was into fashion.

But Marinette was different. She wasn't like any of his other fans; the Chat Noir ones or the Adrien ones. She didn't scream and ask for selfies or autographs. She treated him like a real person with feelings and boundaries. Cared about who he was, regardless of any mask or fame.

Maybe she had used the word 'fan' for herself because she wasn't sure yet if she'd earned the official right to call herself his 'friend.' Well, she was already his friend as Adrien, but as Chat…that might be a bit unclear.

Well, he definitely considered her a friend of Chat Noir. But lately, he had started to want more than just friendship from her.

"I never feel unlucky when I'm around you," he replied. He looked down and took a hold of her hands resting on her legs. "I feel-" he paused. Safe? Important? Happy? All good answers. But it wasn't enough. "everything."

Marinette raised a brow at him. "Everything?"

"Everything that makes me feel like…like I'm more than just this mask," he continued.

Marinette blushed, flattered. "I'm fine with the mask. I don't care what's underneath," she said but quickly realized that might sound different to what she meant. "I mean, I care about what's underneath. You. You're wasn't underneath. I care about you," she blushed a bit redder, still nervous. When Chat continued to smile at her, she calmed down and continued with less anxiety. "Because under that mask is a strong, amazingly kind, and funny boy who just…needs a little love," she said tenderly, squeezing his hands back. "I really like you, Chat Noir," she added, looking into his eyes.

Chat blushed a bit too. She did like him? Once as Adrien, now as Chat Noir?

Maybe he wasn't so unlucky after all.

"Like, as in…" he trailed off, gazing lovingly at her as their faces got a tiny bit closer.

"As in…ready to do this," Marinette leaned in. Chat was surprised as she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Oh. This?" he grinned.

"Yes. Even this," she leaned in again, this time, pecking his nose even so sweetly.

"What about…this?" Chat then leaned in and planted his own kiss on her cheek.

After he pulled away, the two continued to gaze at each other like their eyes held everything in the world. The next few seconds passed slowly as they both leaned in, capturing each other's lips in a gentle but passionate kiss.

Marinette reached a hand up and cupped Chat's cheek. Suddenly, Chat's lips moved a bit. He wasn't pulling away. Nor did she want him to. So she moved her lips in a similar manner. A little hum of pleasure came from Chat. His princess was liking this, and so was he.

So, he did what he could to keep this going.

Chat leaned in a bit more, not only pressing his lips a bit firmer onto hers but also so he was close enough to place his hands on her waist. Sensing the shift, Marinette decided to readjust as well. She scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

With the closer position, their kiss got more heated.

Their lips moved in syce with each other, faster and rougher. Tilting their heads so they could kiss each other deeper. Wet sucking sounds plus their own pleasant hums filled the quiet, empty beach.

Feeling bold, Marinette snuck her tongue out to taste Chat's exquisite lips. In return, Chat wanted to taste her back. He allowed his tongue out as well to meet hers. They both opened their mouths wider to allow their tongues to clash, pushing and pulling back and forth between their two mouths.

Marinette's head felt dizzy, like she was spinning really fast. Or like she was flying in a dream.

She prayed to any and every God that she wasn't dreaming.

As if on their own, Chat's hands started moving along Marinette's back, caressing her clothed body. Up her back, across her shoulder blades, then back down again. Taking the risk, he lowered them a bit further and gave her perky ass an affectionate squeeze. Marinette seemed to like it and moaned into his mouth.

He needed to be closer to her.

Chat pulled her legs off the sand and sat her down in his lap. The sudden motion caught Marinette a bit off guard. She gasped, breaking the kiss just as she was settled.

"Sorry," Chat said, panting. Maybe that was too much? "Is-is this okay?"

Marinette just looked at him for second. "It'd be more okay if you kept kissing me," she teased, also panting.

Chat grinned, liking her elusive mischievous side. Instead of going for her lips again, Chat decided to give Marinette's lips a little break and went for her jaw. Then trailed down from her jaw to her neck.

He listened attentively as Marinette's free mouth let out the most beautiful moans and gasping breathes. She clung to him, holding him close.

"Chat…agh!" she exclaimed as he sucked on her neck. She didn't care if it bruised. She could cover it with make-up or create an excuse that she tripped and hurt herself. Everyone knew that she was a klutz. But she would know what it was really from. A mark of love from her sexy kitty.

As much as Chat didn't want to stop, he at least had enough sense to remember where they were.

The Ile aux Cygnes. A beach on an island right in the middle of the Seine. True, it was night time and not a lot of people were out. But there were people back over in the main area with tables and a dance floor.

He really wanted to continue, but maybe they could pause for a minute. Just to find some privacy.

Reluctantly, Chat pulled away from Marinette's neck and looked back into her eyes. "Can I take you home?" he asked.

Marinette frowned. He was ending this already? "I don't want you to leave yet," she said, glancing down, disappointed.

Chat just smirked. It was cute and reassuring that she didn't want to stop too, but that's not what he meant. Chat tilted her back up. "I wasn't going to," he clarified.

Marinette's eyes widened a bit, realizing what he really meant.

They would have plenty of privacy in her room, with a comfy bed to continue on.

"Oh," she breathed, blushing even redder as she bit her lip. But then she remembered. "We can't. Alya is back in my room. We were having a sleepover," she told him.

Chat frowned too. Shoot. They couldn't do anything while her best friend was there. And they couldn't just go to his house because then she'd know who he was, and he wasn't ready to reveal himself to anyone—even her—just yet. But they also couldn't continue out in the open like this.

Trying to think of another place, Chat spotted the changing rooms on the other side of the replica Liberty statue.

"I've got an idea."

Before Marinette could ask him what he was thinking, he scooped her into his arms and carried her bridal-style over to the beach changing rooms. He walked up to the first one and kicked the door open. Then, after putting Marinette down, he locked the door.

At first, Marinette felt nervous and a bit bashful. Now she was alone in a small locked space with Chat Noir and she had a strong feeling of what they were about to do.

But she had another strong feeling of wanting that to happen.

She knew Chat would never do anything to her she did not want. If she asked him to take her home, he'd unlock that door and bring her back to her balcony without question. But that was the last thing she wanted. While the first thing she wanted was his lips and hands back on her body.

Feeling her confidence mix with her adrenaline and lust, as Chat turned back to her from locking the door, Marinette pounced on him, shoving him back until his back hit the door and locked her lips with his, pressing her chest flush into his. Chat was surprised but pleasantly so, and immediately started kissing her back. As he caressed her hips again, Marinette's hands both cupped his face.

Again, one of Chat's hands wondered up her back, but this time, his claws went under her shirt. While he was still wearing his leathery gloves that came with his suit, he could sort of feel her skin under his fingertips.

He felt Marinette shutter at his fingers trailed higher, so he took that as a sign that it was okay to keep going. Soon one hand was all the way up between her shoulder blades. He was puzzled for a moment. Shouldn't he have felt her…?

Oh. That's right.

She's in her sleepwear. Girls didn't usually wear bras to bed.

A twinge of embarrassment struck him, but it was quickly hushed by his natural mischievous side that purred at the thought of his princess's breasts with one less barrier between them. He could feel them pressing against his chest. They felt soft. But he wanted to get a proper feel.

Grabbing a hold of the sides of her neck, Chat pulled their lips apart.

"I love you, Marinette. I can't hold back anymore," he panted. It was sort of a warning. He was one more swipe of her tongue away from doing something crazy but he needed to make sure she was okay with it first so he didn't make her uncomfortable.

As she caught her breath, Marinette quickly processed that her feline knight had just told her that he loved her. He loved her and wanted to show her.

She wanted to see. And she wanted to show him her love too.

"Then don't," she whispered. She knew what she was getting into and she was just fine with that.

Like a shot, Chat sprang forward, grabbing and lifting Marinette up by her thighs, and slammed her back into the back wall of the changing room. Her back stung a bit from the impact but with Chat's lips back to massaging hers, it soon vanished.

Chat's pelvis pinned her to the wall, his hips between her legs, hoisting her up with her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles hooked together behind him, while Chat held her up with his hands supporting her thighs and ass.

Once again, Chat's kisses trailed down to her neck and sucked some more. He could see a bruise forming from his affectionate nibbles back on the beach. So he decided to give it a twin. Marinette's moans were sweet music to his feline ears.

Soon his kisses wondered a bit lower until his lips were just above her cleavage. When he kissed her there, Marinette's gasp was different. More surprised than aroused.

Chat pulled his mouth away. He looked from her eyes down to her breasts for a second. "May I?" he asked. He needed her permission first. It was a great honor when a girl allowed you to touch their breast for the first time. To just take it was just heinous.

He was a gentleman, but also a tom-cat.

Marinette was quiet for a minute, and Chat was worried that whole minute that he'd frightened her or pushed too far. Especially when she started to lower her legs from his waist and stood herself.

Then, without taking her eyes from his, she took his hands and placed them on the bottom helm of her shirt. She didn't trust her voice at the moment so she was sticking with gestures for now.

Chat looked back at her face in shock. Marinette's face was very red, but she nodded.

He had permission.

Chat bit his lip and slowly pulled her sleeping shirt upward, exposing her flat belly. After admiring it for a moment, Chat pulled it the rest of the way up, right over her breasts, exposing them to the warm night air and Chat's curious gaze.

Marinette had closed her eyes when Chat made that final pull up. Still nervous and flustered.

When she finally dared herself to crack one open, all she could see was Chat's wide, fixated stare at her chest. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she crossed her arms, trying to cover up.

"No. Don't," Chat grabbed her hands, making her look at him again. "Marinette, you're beautiful. Don't hide it," he pleaded with her.

While his hands were on hers, he didn't try to pry them apart just to expose her chest again. He waited patiently for Marinette to uncross them herself. Then she moved his hands to hover just inches from her mounds.

"Just…" she said, still nervous. "Mind your claws," she warned but it was mostly a jest.

Chat smiled back. "I'll be gentle," he promised. He definitely didn't want to hurt her. Marinette let her hands fall to her sides and allowed Chat to grasp both her breasts.

With the soft mounds of feminine flesh in his hands, Chat marveled as they moved them around, as if they had a mind of their own and he was just watching.

"Chat! Mmmmm," Marinette moaned. She'd touched them herself before and it had felt good but nowhere this good.

"Is this okay? Does that feel good?"

"Yes. It…feels very good," she replied, still moaning. "How…um," she stuttered, a bit afraid to ask. "How are they?" She felt silly for asking what he thought of them but some of her insecurities were peeking through. "I know they're not very big-"

"Marinette, they're perfect," he quickly hushed her. She didn't need to feel any sort of inadequacy. He refused to let her, so he'd remind her as much as he needed to. "Perfect size, perfect touch," he muttered, staring hyper-fixated on her breasts as they continued to move under his hands. "So soft."

Then, without thinking, Chat leaned in, tongue out, and licked one of her nipples.

"Augh!" she gasped.

Chat immediately pulled his head away. "Sorry. Did that feel good?" he asked, a bit panicked.

"Yes," Marinette panted. "Do-do it again."

Chat grinned like a Cheshire. "Whatever the princess wants," he said before licking her opposite nipple. Then again.

He continued to lick one nipple while still kneading both breasts. A few licks later, his mouth decided to just take the whole thing into his mouth. He sucked, rolling the tip of his tongue around the hard pebble. The other one not in his mouth, he started to pinch lightly with his fingers, minding his claws.

"Aughhh! Oh, Chat!" Marinette moaned, bringing her hands up to card into his wild blonde hair. "That-That feels so good." This just encouraged him to suck harder. Then he shifted to her other nipple and took that into his mouth.

Minutes later, satisfied with his exploration of his princess's beautiful mounds and confident she herself was satisfied with his ministrations, Chat released her nipple with a very loud pop.

The two just stared at each other for a minute while catching their breathes. Chat's hands remained on her breasts when they finally leaned in for another heated kiss.

As they kissed, Chat's hands continued to knead her breasts. Marinette, after taking her pajama shirt off completely, felt the need to feel him too. She wanted to explore his body as well. She snuck her hands up between them and felt along his leather-clad chest. She could definitely feel the muscles but she wished she could feel skin.

Feeling what she was doing, Chat reluctantly dropped his hands from her breasts but Marinette's hands stayed on his chest.

Chat placed a hand over one of hers.

"I'd love to feel your hands on me too," he whispered.

Marinette smiled but it quickly fell. "But…you shouldn't detransform." His suit wasn't like her pajamas. He couldn't just take it off. The blush came back to her face at such a thought.

Chat Noir. Without his suit. And not just detransformed.

"Who said anything about detransforming?" Chat smiled smugly again. "Little secret about magical super suits, you can alter them in a lot of creative ways if you concentrate," he explained while moving one of her hands up to the bell by his throat. Marinette's hand grabbed it. "After I figured that out, I was able to make my suit able to do this." Still holding her wrist, Chat moved her hand downward, pulling the bell down with it.

"A zipper?" she asked, surprised but fascinated at the feature.

She's never tried altering her suit before. Her different suit when she summoned her lucky charm but disappeared with her miraculous cure hadn't been intentional so that didn't count.

"Cool, right?" Chat asked as he let her keep pulling it down.

Marinette chuckled. "Very cool," she replied, more focused on the toned skin she was slowly exposing the lower the bell got.

She had been right all along. He was muscular but not very. A few steps up from svelte for sure. She wasn't sure if it was from his transformation and she didn't care.

When the bell was a bit passed his belly button, she let the bell go and placed both her hands on his bare chest.

His skin was warm and smooth. And the muscles were firm. So firm.

Chat sighed and let his eyes close, feeling Marinette's hands wonder his chest. He thought a quick but sincere thanks to Plagg for teaching him how to alter his suit a while back. Feeling her skin on his skin was a truly amazing experience.

Not paying attention, Chat almost jumped when he felt what he assumed were a pair of lips touch one of his pecks. And when he opened his eyes, his suspicions were confirmed.

A head of bluenette hair with pigtails was right at his chest and then he felt another kiss there. Then her head moved a bit over and planted another, right over his franticly beating heart.

"Marinette," he breathed out shakily. His claws came up to touch her bluenette hair. Carful not to scratch her, his fingers carded into her hair and stroked along her scalp. Without realizing what he was doing, his hands tugged her hair ties until they fell out, along with the rose she had tucked behind her ear.

When she felt this, Marinette pulled away and stood up properly to look around for her ties. But while she was doing that, Chat got a proper look at her; hair down with her upper half totally exposed.

She was absolutely divine.

Before Marinette could ask for help in finding her hair ties, Chat sprang forward and pinned her against the wooden wall again, attacking her mouth like a savage.

Marinette kissed him back, feeling along his neck and bare chest. Chat did the same, moving his hands around all her exposed skin. Then down to her still covered rear. Her pajama pants were in his way now. From feeling even more of her soft skin.

And what else that lied beneath them.

The thought of that made his suit even tighter.

Marinette's mind was turning to mush again. Only this didn't entail clumsy and/or awkward outbursts. Just her feeling like her insides were being set ablaze.

Mostly her heart, but also her core.

As Chat kissed and felt her up, Marinette squeezed her thighs together. She was positive her panties were soaked by now from all the touches and sweet words from her kitty. It was driving her crazy. Crazy enough to ask something of Chat she thought she'd be asking another blonde boy someday, but things were different now.

Chat was the one she loved. Chat was the one she wanted to give herself too—for the first time.

Finally, her mouth was free while her feline lover was kissing her neck. "Chat…" she gasped out as clearly as she could. "…make love to me."

Just like that, Chat stopped to look at her. "What?" he asked, not trusting even his sophisticated super hearing.

"Please. I-I want to feel…all of you," she whispered, moving her hands along his chest again. Then lower, right to where his bell now rested by his crotch. She wanted more.

Chat looked back up into her eyes. "So do I," he confessed. He had wanted to take her the moment they entered this small changing room but he didn't want to freak her out by asking too soon. But she wanted to, like this. With him. However, he remembered something important. "But, what about protection? I mean, I don't have-"

Marinette chuckled. "I've been on the pill for a while. But just encase, maybe try to…pull out, if you can?" she surprisingly managed to say without stuttering.

Still a bit shell shocked, Chat smiled. "Deal."

And with that, Chat dropped down to his knees and placed his hands on the waist helm of Marinette's pink pants. After a quick confirming nod from his princess, Chat pulled them down, exposing her adorable white panties with pink cherry blossoms and gorgeously slender legs.

Marinette blushed at his staring but lifted her feet so she could step out of the pant legs. Chat discarded them next to her top and ties. And her panties would follow in just a second.

Chat reached up again and took the helm of her panties and pulled down, revealing her hidden place. There was a small bush of bluenette hair in the front. The sight was wonderous. But it was the smell that really hit him the hardest.

The smell of her arousal—in between her legs and left behind on the undergarments in his hands—it was indescribable how his everything felt when it entered his nose.

His heart went from a hard pounding to a hummingbird's beat. His pupils went from feline slits to dilated circles. And his head felt dizzy because most of his blood suddenly dropped from up there to down to his member, making it so hard, it might just tear open his suit.

"Stop staring so much," he heard her say, snapping him to look back up at her.

She was looking away, clearly getting bashful again. But all Chat saw was his beautiful princess, now stark naked in front of him.

Chat grinned. "You're beautiful, Marinette. It's incredibly hard not to," he flirted before tossing the panties aside.

He stood up, then grabbed his bell zipper. Marinette had only pulled it down that far because that was as far as she dared to go at the time. What she didn't know was that it could go down further.

Marinette watched in amazement as he pulled it down passed his crotch, allowing his hard erection to spring out. She stared at it, curious and a bit nervous. This was the first one she'd seen in real life. It was big and intriguing. She bit her lip, thinking about that going inside of her.

Chat leaned in and kissed her again, hoping to sooth any nervousness—in her and in himself.

"Marinette, is this your first time?" he asked. Blushing again, she nodded. "It's mine too," he told her, which was a comfort to them both. It also meant that they were each other's first times. "Um, I've heard it hurts the first time for girls," he said, a bit timid.

"Yeah. It's okay," she replied. She knew it would hurt, but she'd stand it. She wanted this.

Chat nodded in understanding. "Just tell me if it's too much. I'll follow your lead," he promised.

He grasped her ass before lifting her up by her hips, pinning her back to the wall again. Marinette held onto Chat's shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, just like earlier. Marinette gasped, feeling Chat's length graze against her clitoris lips. Chat shuttered from the contact as well. He thrusted forward, creating a bit of friction, rubbing against her lips. She was already so wet.

"Chat…please…" she practically begged. She'd had enough foreplay. She needed him now!

And so did he.

Reaching down, Chat grasped his cock but had a bit of trouble lining himself up. Marinette reached down and helped him. When they felt his tip ease in just at her entrance, they withdrew their hands. After sharing one more look, Chat slowly moved his hips forward.

Marinette bit her lip to stifle her whimpers of pain and gripped his shoulders tightly as she felt her walls stretch open. It stung but she let Chat keep going.

When he was just about as far in as he could go, Chat stopped.

"Mari…princess," he said barely holding it together. His cock was being encased by her pussy. It felt so good, he just wanted to pound into her like an animal in heat but he resisted, as he had promised. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I just…need a minute," she said, trying to breath and get used to this thing being inside her. "How…how does it feel for you?" she asked, tentative but curious.

Chat leaned his forehead to hers. "Like heaven," he whispered before kissing her.

Kisses, he hoped, would help keep her mind off the pain until she was comfortable and help keep him patient as well.

After a few minutes, Marinette felt the pain ease away. And was quickly replaced by a burning need for friction. As they kissed, Marinette started to move her hips a bit. Chat noticed this and pulled his lips away.

If she was ready, great. But he had to hear her say it.

"Fuck me," she whispered against his lips.

And that was all he needed.

Still being careful, Chat slowly pulled out of her about halfway, then pushed in. Marinette gasped but assured him that she was fine. "Keep going," she said. So Chat did it again. Then again, a little faster. With Marinette's continued consent, his thrusts picked up speed until they were both moaning in tandem.

"Oh! Oh, yes!" Marinette hollered as Chat thrusted into her at a fast, steady pace. The burning ach was now gone and all she felt was skin melting pleasure.

"Fuck!" Chat moaned. "So tight. Mari, you feel so good." He knew it was supposed to feel good—much better than his own hand—but this was…

"So do you," she replied. She felt full and high on natural hormones that made everything seem perfect. "Oh, kitty!" she moaned when he started kissing her neck again.

Marinette threw her head back against the wooden wall. Her eyes opened to see the night sky. Because of the city lights, she couldn't see a lot of stars, but she could make out a few. And with what Chat was doing to her, she started to see more with each passing moment.

Every thrust. Every kiss. Everything was a gloriously hot, magical clash of two bodies hosting two souls who loved the other with everything they had.

Feeling his end approaching, Chat, as he promised he would, pulled himself out of Marinette's pussy. Then he grabbed his cock and gave it a few pumps, allowing him to release his load onto the wooden floor.

There he stood, panting, with Marinette still pinned up in his arms.

"Chat," she panted, grinning. "Oh my god." Chat grinned and kisses her, quick and sweet.

"But Marinette, you didn't-" he asked. He had climaxed but pulled out. He didn't get any sign that she had orgasmed.

Marinette just smiled at him. "It's okay. Maybe next time," she said before quickly blushed and tightening her lips shut.

"Next time?" Chat asked, smirking. So she wanted to do this again? She timidly nodded. "Then I'll make sure you do," he said, making her relax and smile back. They kissed again. "It's getting late. I should get you home," he said before lowering her down to stand on her own feet.

Chat retrieved her clothes and hair ties from the floor and handed them to her. As she redressed, he tucked himself back into his suit and zipped up. When Marinette was finished dressing, the last thing he handed to her was the rose. Marinette put it back in her hair and the two left the changing room.

"Oh no. Alya doesn't know where I went. She's probably told my parents or called the cops by now," she said, worried.

"Well, even if she did, we should have a story to tell them," Chat replied. He'd hate for any of them to think that she had been kidnapped or something.

"We could just say we went out for ice cream and then spent the rest of the night dancing on the beach and admiring the stars," Marinette thought. It was close enough to what Chat originally had in mind when he took her out.

Chat grinned. "Purrrfect," he purred, agreeing on the story to tell anyone who might question them on tonight.

Marinette rolled her eyes at the pun but smiled as she put her arms around him once again and let him carry her off into the night.

To anyone else, this was just an evening between a super hero and a girl he considered his friend—not just another fan. But to them, it was an unforgettable first date. That was their secret, for now.

Just 1 more Marichat story to add to 'All My Love' then it'll be time for Ladrien June.

See u again next month =^.^=