A/N: I don't know why but the cold weather this year over here is so fucking intense. And I love winter! But not when the chill seeps into your bones no matter how many layers of clothing you wear lol. Anyways, my bullshit aside, one of my favourite tropes in ML stories and art is where people depict Chat Noir as a needy little silly cat and Marinette just rolls with it. So of course I had written it too~
Without further ado, enjoy!
"Fuck the pain away, my bed is in ruins
Need you in my veins, don't know how you do it
Come and leave your mark
Vandalize my heart"
Vandalise My Heart - ONE OK ROCK
Pairing - Marichat
Prompt - 'Chat Noir the attention Whore'
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Chat Noir was bored.
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There was his Lady, sewing away on the rattling machine and annotating her (absolutely GORGEOUS) designs and piecing together fabric scraps at the same time on her messy, cluttered desk, all whilst neglecting his cute, adorable self. HIM. Her CHATON. Absolutely, incredibly, stupendously ridiculous!
He entertained the idea of casually dropping his transformation right here and there just to see her reaction but honestly, she'd probably (definitely) boot him out of the window by reflex whilst screaming like the queen of banshees and he would end up as an unattractive splat against the dirty, Parisian floor.
Siiiiiigh.
Screw Le Papillon for getting in between a double reveal between him and his Lady.
Screw his sudden shyness as Adrien to ask Marinette out on a date.
And screw that damn sewing machine that came in between him and his Lady's affections!
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So he did what was absolutely, definitely and most wonderfully the most mature thing one could ever do.
THUNK.
Immediately, Marinette stopped what she was doing and twirled around from her seat, only to see a roll of thick fabric on her bedroom floor instead of against the wall like it was previously two seconds ago and her attention-seeker of a partner whistling away'innocently' whilst twirling his belt tail with one hand. She directed a heated glare at the feline hero but she only received pleading kitten eyes in return without an ounce of apologeticness.
"Pay attention to me~!" He whined pathetically, the pupils in his eyes blown wide open and his form now literally millimetres away from hers (personal space thrown out of the window). Thankfully for the talented designer, she was now quite immune to his shenanigans and childish schemes thanks to the constant times she's dealt with them as Ladybug in and out of battles.
Rolling her eyes (a little more fondly than she'd ever admit), she lightly pinched the boy's nose, earning an offended "MEW!?" from him and continued to narrow her eyes even further.
"Cause any more trouble for me again and I'll drag your sorry butt onto the balcony, out in the rain and leave you there. You can yowl and cry all you want but I'll be wearing my noise-cancelling headphones. Wouldn't want that, would you?"
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Dammit, all he wanted was some love and affection!
And no way in hell was he planning on giving up!
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Chat Noir couldn't believe his umpteenth plan failed.
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And by failed he means FAILED. With a capital F and marked in bright red on his forehead. Whilst he brooded over his comical failure, Marinette continued to do her work as if he wasn't hopelessly glaring at her on her lap.
Literally.
He was sitting on her lap, towering over her frame, in her face which was supposed to be a foolproof plan to get her to notice him and finally give him the attention he craved. Instead, she simply just nudged him to the side with one hand and carried on working! All whilst he was perched on her lap! No word, no acknowledgement, nothing!
"Marine-eeeeeette..." He whined for the millionth time, gently resting his head on hers like his namesake. "You can't ignore me forever...love me~!"
Finally, his busy partner paused what she was doing and faced the needy hero with a cocked(and very, VERY attractive) eyebrow, an amused smile resting on her pretty pink lips.
"I literally cuddled with you on my chaise less than three minutes ago. And in that span of time, you knocked over three rolls of fabric, got your teeth stuck on a cardboard box and tangled up in a yarn of wool. How are you so needy?" The only response she got from her silly Chaton was him bumping his head against hers again, peering at her with his emerald greens and wrapping his arms around her. "You are so troublesome."
"I just love you so much~ " He retorted innocently, spying the redness that bloomed on her cheeks.
"What will it take for at least an hour without you trying to get my attention?" Marinette huffed in defeat and then her expression quickly turned into pure regret when she spotted a cheeky little glimmer in his eyes.
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"Kisses. Lots and lots of kisses on the lips~" His long tail was now waggling behind him in a manner that was identical to a little, mischievous kitten ready to pounce on its prey and all that Marinette could do was internally facepalm for digging such a deep hole for herself.
Damn Chat Noir and his stupid cat tendencies and the fact that he made home with at least fifty percent of her heart! (Or was it fifty-four...? Sixty-two? She didn't want to dwell on that fact any longer).
Before Chat Noir could even blink, he found himself effortlessly pushed down onto the floor in an instant, a surprised mew escaping his lips until his brain finally caught up with what was going on.
Meanwhile, his Princesse stared down at him with those electric baby blues, straddling his hips and her soft hands placed on his chest just over his pounding heart. It began to beat so much faster than ever as she trailed one of her dainty fingers on his cheek and leaned her face down.
Closer.
And closer.
And closer.
He fluttered his eyes shut and excitedly pursed his lips, so eager and yet so nervous to finally(finally) get a kiss he'd both remember and enjoy from the love of his life-
"MIIIAAAU!?"
Chat Noir jumped out from under her with an outstanding yelp and bounced against the bedroom walls just like his namesake before landing on the bed up the loft and covering his now sore lips. He glared at the cackling girl below, his eyes slightly watering with both pain and immense embarrassment and then he grumbled.
"You! You bit me! Pourquoi!?" Much to his dismay, she continued to laugh like a drunk hyena, tears of joy now running down her reddening face as she gasped for breath.
Why oh why does he always get the short end of the deal!?
"Chat Noir? Chaton? Oh, mon Chaton~ are you too scared to come back down?" Marinette giggled at the kitten glower her partner blasted at her from her bed as she made her way towards him. By the time she sat down next to the boy, she noted that his glare was now much softer and his pout even more pitiful. His faux ears were lowered against his golden locks and his feline emeralds stared hopelessly at her dewy lips.
Oh, man.
Now she was starting to feel a little guilty.
"Marinette...my lips hurt now." He went back to narrowing his eyes at her, tail snapping against the bed when her mouth turned into a small grin. "Do something about it." He was nothing but persistent, determined to get that kiss he's been dying to have ever since they first met.
Luckily for him, she's just about madly in love with her Chat Noir too. Marinette crept closer to him, cheeks now pink in hue from the proximity this time around as she readied herself. Unlike all those other times she's kissed him, there's no Akuma around, no spells to break and no one to witness the scene (plus, Tikki was sound asleep).
Using what was left of her courage and bravado, she beckoned her Minou to make the first move.
"Come," She murmured softly, eyes fluttered closed with long lashes shadowing soft cheekbones and pretty sakura lips parted ever so slightly.
On one hand, Chat Noir wanted to immediately pounce on his Lady and kiss her senseless with all of his pent-up feelings and indescribable emotions with all the passion in the world. On the other hand, he wanted to savour this moment as if this was the last drop of water in the middle of the most deadliest and brutal desert.
He tenderly pulled her closer to him by the waist, sitting her on his lap so that he didn't have to bend down too far to reach her face. Chat Noir anxiously tucked a strand of hair behind her reddening ear and trailed his gloved, trembling fingers down her cheeks until his thumb rested on her lips.
Marinette couldn't help but shiver and open her eyes, both jittery and impatient with how much time he was taking. Though, the nervousness dissipated within her just by looking at the sheer rawness of his feelings in his eyes. Once more, Chat Noir closed his eyes and ventured closer, making her follow suit.
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Neither were able to tell whether it was their hot, shuddering breath or whether it was actually the first, sweet contact of each others' lips that sent a delicious fire coursing through their veins. Chat Noir feathered his lips against hers, each press becoming firmer and firmer than the last.
Overwhelmed by the extraordinary(and wonderful) feelings alone, Marinette was about to pull away from his mouth only for one of his hands to desperately clasp the back of her neck and for him to really start kissing her.
It was fire.
It was clumsy.
It was wet.
But it felt so good.
Chat Noir lost count of how many times he captured her delectable lips, making sure to kiss off every last bit of her gloss, smearing it all over his mouth and capturing all of her divine sounds of pleasure. His clawed fingers were tangled up in her midnight hair as they both lay on the bed, facing each other.
They couldn't help but experiment. See how much he could taste her with his tongue. See how far she could tug on his bottom lip with her teeth. It was both a surreal yet heavenly experience and neither couldn't think of anything else they wanted to do more than have their mouths meet again and again and again.
"Will all of this finally keep you at bay as I work?" Marinette panted against his warm cheek, her arms hanging around his neck loosely. She was met with a few more slow kisses, his legs tangled with hers and his mouth now resting on her sensitive jaw.
"Why work when you can just stay here with me like this?" He husked quietly, his vulnerabilities on full display and his heart now in her palms again.
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He got his answer with another sweet, sweet kiss.
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A/N: My teeth are literally rotting after writing all of this sweetness what the fuck.
