Commission for Dovin1990

Green eyes

All Marinette could see were those glowing green eyes. The soft texture of his suit, the smoothness of his hair, and the way he kissed her drove her completely mad.

His lips were like velvet, his touches were the softest she had ever felt, and they way he held her hand made her dizzy.

If anyone told her she'd be laying with Chat Noir, she would have told them they were crazy.

Marinette trembled. All she could feel was the sweet sensation between her legs, the softness of his touch, the feel of his lips on her skin, and the way her heart pounded erratically against her chest

His movements were deliciously slow, and it winded her up inside to the point where she whispered his name in desperation.

She glanced down, her heart racing as she witnessed her leather clad partner between her parted thighs. His soft lips gently kissed her skin.

Her fingers laced through his soft hair, tugging him closer to her, and she felt him smile against her skin. Her fingers ran down his sides, feeling his firm muscles and his hot breath against her thigh. Her cheeks flushed red as she remembered this was her partner, Chat Noir. She felt his rough hands run along her thighs. His eyes looked up at her. She felt the blush on her cheeks getting darker.

"You're beautiful." he whispered against her skin, kissing her inner thigh, breathing in her scent.

He sat up, leaning over her and kissed her lips sweetly, letting his hands run along her sides. She smiled, falling back on to her bed as his fingertips ran over her sides and up her arms. Her fingers slipped through his hair as she held onto him, his lips never leaving hers. She felt his hands grip her hips, his fingers digging into her, and she smiled, a small feeling of satisfaction filling in the crevice of her chest.

She shivered, her eyes closing the moment their lips separated, and Chat began to kiss down the length of her body. The warm sensation spreading across her skin. She bit her lip, a gasp heaving from her chest as his lips returned to her thighs. Her heart raced, her hands gripping on to the sheets below her the moment his tongue slowly danced along her clit.

His hands held onto her hips, pinning her down against the bed beneath her. She arched her back, her hips surging forward as she felt his tongue wrap around her sensitive clit.

She whimpered, her hands sliding into his hair once more. She tightened her grip, her fingers tangling in his hair. She felt him laugh against her skin. She glanced down, watching as he licked and gently suckled on her clit.

She felt her heart race, her core tightened and quivered, her chest heaving against the material of her nightgown. He pulled away slightly, staring up at her before his tongue darted out, running along her slick skin, his fingers digging into her hips as he watched her body quiver beneath him.

"Chat," she whispered, her hips bucking forward, her body burning up with pleasure.

He smiled down at her, his lips returning to her skin. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes closing as she moaned softly, small gasps escaping her throat as his tongue swiped mercilessly against her.

Her blush deepened as she felt his tongue tease her entrance.

His ears pricked up at the sound of his partner's soft moans. He moved closer, teasing her entrance with his tongue before finally lapping it against her walls. She quivered beneath him, her panting becoming louder as he explored her body with his mouth and fingers. His tongue hit her clit, making her hips gyrate against his face as she lost herself in pleasure. His digits dug into her hips as he pulled her closer to him and he savored the taste of her while observing her every reaction. His gaze never left hers; even as she bit her lip and closed her eyes in intense pleasure.

Chat slowly pulled back, licking his lips as he glanced at her.

She was blushing terribly, he couldn't help but stare at her body, running his fingers along her thighs, kissing her skin as he admired her beauty. She was quiet. He knew he must've been terrible at this but he wasn't about to hold back on pleasuring her. She deserved the best; he wanted to be the best. He leaned forward, kissing her lips while rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He pulled away, staring up at her as she straddled his waist.

"Marinette," her name left his lips as a whisper, his eyes locking with hers as he bit his bottom lip, watching her intently. She held his gaze, her eyes sparkling with the same wonder and attraction she had for him.

"Chat," she whispered back. She bit her lip again, eyes locked with his as she slowly guided herself down onto him. He held his breath, his eyes closing as she took hold of her nightgown, very quickly drawing it away from his body. She bounced against his hips slightly as he struggled to remove the tight black suit on top of his skin.

Marinette giggled, carefully propping herself up on her knees as he was able to shimmie himself out of his suit. She bit her lip as she was lowered back on to him once more.

Her blue eye glanced down into his bright green eyes. Her heart hammered rapidly inside of her chest as she could feel him hot and hard against her legs. Had it not been that she was so aroused and wet just moments prior from his mouth, Marinette would have been a little nervous at his size, but after a short moment of thinking, she knew she was ready and wanting. There was no doubt to that.

His gaze never left her face as she carefully settled onto him, determination and courage on her visage as she filled herself with his length. Her body trembled as she felt him fill her up. She leaned against his chest, gasping for breath until the initial discomfort of his presence within her dissipated. He held her close to him while her hips slowly started in motion. He grasped her thighs, steadying her as she gained speed. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she rode him faster and faster, her head tilted back in pleasure.

"Chat," she whispered, her voice quivering as she felt electricity surge in her in high amounts.

"Marinette," Chat reciprocated, his heart pounding ever so slightly more than hers as he gazed up at her. She was just too beautiful. Her lashes were beautifully long, her skin was freckled to perfection. Her lips were so pink and full. Her hair was ravenously dark, and she had blue eyes that searched through his soul. He had no had this experience with anyone else.

His eyes fell on her figure, watching her breasts bounce as she rode him. He swallowed, his own body growing warm and aching for her. His fingers brushed against her thighs. He could feel himself getting closer, his body tightening with an urge to release. "Marinette,"he stammered, urgently unable to hold it in any longer. She nodded, slowing down to tease him. She leaned towards him, fingers tangled into his hair as they locked their lips together. She held his gaze, his eyes closing in pleasure as he felt himself calm down. He grinned, his hands gripping her hips, swinging her down onto him, bringing her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her, their lips meeting eagerly. They broke apart, panting as they stared into each other's' eyes.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice strained as he tried to fight off his impending climax. She smiled, leaning down to kiss him. Her eyes remained closed as their lips moved in perfect synchronization.

She didn't need to speak, the fact that her insides had squeezed him so tightly only confirmed what she had craved from him.

She was ready.

She gasped, her eyes opening wide in the dark. Marinette groaned her heart dropping the moment she realized that it was all a dream. She took a deep breath. She glanced at the clock beside her bed. It was 11:38 PM.

She slowly sat up, the eerie glow of the moonlight cascading around her figure as she lay in bed.

She groaned, sliding off of her bed and padding to her balcony. She glanced up at the vast sky above her. The stars twinkled and glittered, her mind wandering off into the vastness of space, but she couldn't help but wonder. She whispered into the dark, her gaze never straying from the moon. "Chat," she held her breath, waiting for some sort of reply, some sort of sign.

She sat there in silence for a few moments. Staring at the moon, trying to convince herself that it hadn't all been a dream but she knew that it was. She felt her heart race, barely able to contain her disappointment. She wished he was there to hear her.

She sighed, finally allowing herself to breathe as she finally glanced away from the moon.

She felt so silly. She had worked beside Chat as her partner for so long. Shes only ever seen him as a mere "sidekick" now here he was intruding her dreams in the utmost annoying way.

"Stupid Chat," she mumbled with a little smile playing on her lips. She looked up at the moon, her expression softening as if she were talking to him. "Goodnight," she spoke quietly into the night, though knowing he would not respond.

Her heart sank. It was nothing more than a dream.

She longed to hear his voice again but it felt like a distant memory.

But just when she was about to turn away, she heard him.

"Bonne Nuit," came a familiar voice from somewhere above her head.

She stood rigidly in shock, her breath coming quickly and her heart began to race quickly. Joy filled her chest as she recognized him.

"Chat," she whispered, turning around quickly. A small blush covered her skin as she glanced back to see him soar across the night sky.

He was here.

The sound of her heart beating wildly filled her ears.

"So, do you always spy on me like this, or is this really fate that brought you here tonight."

Chat chuckled, slowly lowering himself to her balcony.

"You know that I'd like to think that." He grinned, his green eyes glowing in the dark.

"Are you implying that I'm wrong?" She mused, perking a brow as her heart began racing in her chest.

She wondered how he was feeling, what he was thinking. The fact that she didn't know drove her madly insane.

"You say that to all the women you meet?" she asked, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. A hint of desire flashed in her eyes as she thought about him kissing her.

"No, I can guarantee no one has heard that before," he replied, his green eyes becoming more intense. Her cheeks blushed lightly and her blue eyes stayed fixed on him.

"So, what brings you here?" she questioned.

He glanced away shyly, staring at the floor and shuffling his feet against the balcony. "I couldn't sleep," he answered quietly. Looking up again, he raised an eyebrow at her inquisitively. "How about you?"

She hesitated for a second, biting her lower lip before turning away from him. "Me either, I keep having the same dream over and over again," she admitted.

"What is it?" He inquired gently.

Marinette giggled, reaching over to flick the bell on his chest playfully.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." She teased, biting her lip once more. "A woman's heart is an ocean of secrets--"

"Oh yeah I'm sure they are..." He murmured, slowly moving closer to her.

He looked deeply into her eyes.

"You don't trust me?" She asked softly as she inched closer to him.

"Oh, I know well enough about the mysterious depths of a woman's heart--"

She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Is that so?"

"Let's just say this," he said, his face almost touching hers. "It can be trusted that I know a lot about women..." He breathed, his voice low and seductive.

Her eyes closed slightly and she inhaled slowly as she gazed up at him.

"But I can't trust you..." She murmured, pulling away from him and leaning against the wall.

His expression changed as he felt the sudden distance between them, his heart quickening.

"Wait-- you don't?" He knew he was teasing before but that reply was completely out of left field.

"Yep..."She murmured. "You've kinda got the reputation of being a tom cat. The big cat of Paris can't just have and understand only one woman --" She teased.

Chat rolled his eyes so hard that Marinette could almost hear it from where she stood.

"I hate you." he replied with a breathy laugh. "You know that I only have eyes for you."

She smirked, facing him with a challenge in her eyes. "Yeah right," she said, her voice laced with mockery. "That's what everyone says." The corners of her lips curved into a sly grin.

"You're just too much," he admitted, his arms crossing over his chest. "You do trust me, right?"

She bit her lip and looked away before answering softly, "Yes. I do..."

He stepped closer to her, their bodies almost touching. His hands found the small of her back as he whispered softly against her ear, "So then don't deny it..."

"Don't deny what?" She asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

"That you can't resist me," he breathed against her neck. Her eyes closed as she leaned into him.

Marinette exhaled, attempting to hide her bashfulness.

"You sound confident, kitty." She murmured, placing her fingertip against his nose and slowly pushing him away, putting space between them once more.

She grinned, her chest expanding as she breathed in. She was driving him insane, she knew that. Marinette was playing hard to get and it was riveting.

After-all, she knew cats liked to chase.

"You're so cute when you're trying to act like you're not affected by me," he said, glancing down at her and biting his lower lip.

"Is the chase working?" She asked, her gaze locked on his lips.

He sighed.

"No."

"It's not?"

"It's definitely not." He replied incredulously.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Are you fibbing...?"

"Nope." he said.

"Meow." She cooed, playfully batting her eyelashes at him as she leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hands found the bell that sat atop his chest.

"Okay, maybe I could have conceded a little better." He murmured, "But its not fair when you do that. You drive me absolutely mad! That's cheating."

Marinette laughed, allowing him to draw her closer to him. "I like this..." She murmured, looking up at him.

"You like watching me writhe here?" He asked, his green eyes looking into hers.

"Perhaps..." She breathed, briefly drawing her eyes to his lips.

"Hey! How about you try being the one on edge for once?" He said, pulling her towards him further.

"That's a little difficult to do when I'm not the one doing the chasing." She replied playfully pulling away from him.

Chat chuckled, his features softening.

He took her hand, leading her to the bench that sat beside the floor door that led to her bedroom. A small smile curled on her lips as she sat down.

"I guess you have a point," he agreed. "But I bet I can guess what you often dream about."

"Don't expect it to be easy kitten." She warned, watching him kneel before her so that she can take his face into her hands.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, you said so yourself, I love to chase" he replied, leaning into her touch.

He was quiet for a moment as he examined her features, his heart racing as she slowly brushed her thumbs across his cheeks, her eyes looking into his.

"What do I often dream about?" Her velvety voice questioned, her body slowly edging closer to his. Marinette stared up into his eyes, eagerly anticipating his response.

"Me..." he breathed, slipping his arms around her slender waist and pulling her up against him so that they were standing. He was ensnared by her very presence, completely powerless against the attraction that bound them together. "You and me together..."

"Chat..." she sighed softly, her fingertips tenderly caressing his cheek as she leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. She pulled away after a few moments, but stayed close enough to feel his breath on her face.

"Marinette..." He whispered before leaning in again and capturing her mouth with his own. His kiss was passionate yet gentle, sending shivers of pleasure down both their spines.

Their bodies were pressed tight together as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Marinette was lost in the sensation, her heart racing as she felt Chat's hands roam over her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to deepen their kiss.

Chat pulled back, staring into her eyes with a look of longing. "I want you, Marinette," he whispered.

She didn't hesitate, taking his hand and leading him towards her bedroom. Once inside, they quickly shed their clothes, their bodies entwining as they explored each other's flesh.

His hands were everywhere, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples, and making their way down to the wetness between her thighs. She moaned as his fingers plunged inside her, her body writhing beneath him.

He kissed her neck and collarbone as he continued to move his fingers, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Marinette couldn't take it anymore, arching her back as she cried out in pleasure.

Their bodies were pressed tight together as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Marinette was lost in the sensation, her heart racing as she felt Chat's hands roam over her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to deepen their kiss.

Chat pulled back, staring into her eyes once more with a gaze so fierce and passionate it almost sent Marinette fleeting. "I need you now."

Marinette's breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze. She could feel the heat between them, igniting a fire deep in her core. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"Then take me," she whispered back, her voice filled with desire.

Without another word, Chat lifted her up in his arms and gently placed her on the bed and then slowly removed his suit, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Marinette couldn't take her eyes off of him, feeling a sudden rush of desire course through her veins. Chat crawled onto the bed next to her, his hand slowly tracing the curves of her body. He leaned in closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he whispered huskily.

Marinette moaned softly, feeling her body tremble with anticipation. Chat's hands caressed her skin, sending a rush of pleasure through her body. Marinette's eyes sparkled with desire as she stared back at him. He hovered over her, pressing his lips to hers once again before trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone. Marinette groaned in pleasure, her hands running through his hair as she arched her back.

Chat's hands roamed over her body, eager to explore every inch of her. He tugged at the fabric of her shirt, pulling it off to reveal her lacy bra. He bit his lip as he watched Marinette arch to eagerly un-clip it, revealing her amazing pert breasts. He trailed kisses down her chest, flicking his tongue over her nipples before sliding his hand down her stomach and slipping it under the waistband of her pants.

Marinette gasped as he touched her, her hips bucking against his hand as he teased her. Chat smirked, enjoying the effect he had on her. He continued to touch her until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Chat... I want you... inside me..." she whispered in a husky voice.

He growled in response, his hand disappearing from her pants. Marinette whimpered as she watched him, suddenly missing his touch. He smirked, knowing how much he affected her.

"Patience M'lady," he said, his voice deep and full of lust. He lowered his head, capturing her lips with his. Marinette moaned, her hands running down his back as she snaked her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer, her tongue eagerly seeking his. He growled into her mouth as he caressed her, his fingers grazing over her skin. Marinette gasped as his fingers brushed over the sensitive are of her thigh through her pajama pants, her hands then began running over his toned arms. Chat's hands traveled further down her body, exploring every inch of her. Marinette trembled beneath him, her back arching against him.

She didn't know how much more torture she could take.

She needed him inside her, needed to feel the full length of him deep inside her body.

"Chat... please..." she begged, her body desperate for him.

"You want me Purincess?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"So much..." she whispered, her eyes filled with lust.

Chat's grin widened at the sound of her breathless plea. His hand roamed down her thighs, before reaching for her waistband and pulling her pants down her legs and throwing them to the side. He paused for a moment, admiring her naked body. Chat pulled her thighs around his hips, his arousal evident. He then leaned forward, his lips lingering by her ear.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered, his fingers trailing over her body, teasing her.

"Please..." Marinette begged, her body on fire with need.

"I want to take my time with you... savor every inch..." he said, his fingers lightly traced her belly.

Marinette made the kitty do all the chasing, it was time for payback.

"Can't you tell how much I want you? I'm not going to last much longer," she whimpered, wiggling her hips on his hips.

Chat looked into her eyes and his grin returned as he slowly reached down. His digit dipped into the moisture of her sex before he slid a finger inside her, and began to pump it in and out. Marinette buried her hands in his hair, pulling his face down to hers and kissing him as he continued. She groaned into his mouth, her hips thrusting with every movement of his hand. Her thighs tightened around his hand, her legs quivering as the sensations built within her.

He slipped a second finger inside her, thrusting in and out, in and out, matching her pace. Marinette dug her nails into his shoulders, her hips moving faster as she tried to reach her climax. Chat moaned into her shoulder, his hand beginning to move quicker. He was almost there, Marinette was so close. "Tell me you want it, Marinette. Don't hide it. I want you to beg..."

Marinette panted in response, her body on fire with need.

"Tell me you want my cock inside you, Marinette," he whispered, his finger's pumping in and out.

"I... I want you..." she whispered, her body bucking against him, her core tightening.

"My cock. Tell me that you want my cock inside you, Marinette," he said, his voice reaching a crescendo.

Chat's fingers pumped in and out, Marinette's breathing ragged with desire. Her hips moved with his motions. Her arms tightened around his neck as she pulled him closer to her. They both knew that it wouldn't be long before she was over the edge.

"I want your cock inside me, Chat... so bad... please... please right now..."

Chat wanted to do as she asked, but he had many different plans for Marinette for the night. He wasn't going to give it to her that easily, unless he himself couldn't take it. He growled at her response, his hand pumping her faster, faster, until she exploded around him and she screamed his name. Her body continued to convulse around his hand as her orgasm took her over. Marinette attempted to catch her breath, her taut body now loosening up and crashing against the bed.

Chat smirked as Marinette's thighs trembled around his arm. He pulled away from her, his hand removing itself from her warmth. Marinette whimpered at the loss, suddenly realizing that she was still on her back and he was kneeling between her legs. Chat stared down at her, his eyes filled with lust as he stared at her; her tousled hair, her flushed cheeks, and the expression on her face that was equal parts pleasure and satisfaction.

"Beautiful," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her.

Marinette moaned softly as his lips claimed hers, before he broke off the kiss, and began to trail kisses down her neck. Her hand reached up, lightly tugging at his hair.

"Does this mean you're actually gonna properly fuck me?" She asked, her voice breathy as her orgasm stilled radiated throughout her body.

Chat leaned closer, feeling her breasts push against his chest. He bit his lip, his heart racing as her piercing blue eyes sought his.

"I'm not sure, I might make you beg again. I think I really enjoyed hearing it. It really turned me on."

Marinette whined in protest. "Chat-- c'mon! I suffered enough. Just give it to me!" She pouted, her glossy lips growing taut as she honestly wasn't sure how many orgasms she could manage before she passed out.

She carefully moved her hips, allowing his length to tease her entrance at her will.

"Please, Chat? Can you?" She murmured, inwardly scolding herself for begging him anyway. At this point Marinette was flushed with so much need she would do anything to get him to make love to her.

He grinned, pulling Marinette's hand off his shoulder. He placed both of her hands above her head, giving her no choice but to submit to his caress. He leaned down, his nose brushing hers as he made her wait for his next command.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly. Could you repeat that, Purincess?" His voice was soft and low, gentle and playful with a hint of dominance. Marinette blushed, squirming beneath him. Even now he still made her blush. He chuckled, his lips brushing hers as he spoke to her.

"You want me to fuck you, Purincess?" He asked, his tone taunting as his lips met hers.

"Yes... please..." She breathed, her hands still above her head, her body open to him.

"Please what?" he teased, his lips curling into a sly smile. It felt so nice to have the upper hand, to finally be the one in control. Since the very beginning of their relationship she was the one who called the shots. Chat didn't it one bit, he found it irresistible, but he also found it incredibly arousing to see he beg.

"I said fuck me!" Marinette whined, almost cringing at how desperate she sounded, but at that point she couldn't have cared less. The pros outweighed the cons in this matter.

Chat chuckled at her response, an amused look on his face.

"Like this?" He asked, as he began to thrust his hips into hers without warning.

Marinette's eyes widened as his cock sheathed itself deep inside her, her body feeling sore yet happy at the same time.

"Good?" He asked, his voice low and husky as he pulled out and thrust back in. Marinette could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

"Yes!" she moaned, her back arching as he thrust into her, filling her up, her pussy clenching around him as she closed her eyes.

"Good." He said, leaning down to kiss her, his thrusts pumping in and out of her.

Marinette groaned into his mouth, her hands moving to his back, pressing him closer to her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He continued to thrust into her, his moans slowly emanating from his chest. She was so tight and so warm, it drove him absolutely insane.

That coupled with the fact that he could feel her racing pulse against his lips the moment he kissed her neck, Her body trembled as he fucked her, and her soft cries of wanton desire near;y sent him off the edge as he pushed her closer to her climax.

Him

Marinette thought, she wanted him, her body belonging to him. She had been denying it for so long, but now that she was completely wrapped up in her lust she just couldn't help but admit it to herself.

Her fingers dug into his back as she pulled him closer, burying her face into his shoulder as she whimpered in pleasure.

"Chat... don't stop... don't stop!" She begged, her nails digging into his skin. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her toes curling as she felt the pressure building in her. "I'm so close..."

"Not yet, Purincess," Chat whispered, leaning down to kiss her breasts. "I want you to enjoy this for as long as we can..." he whispered against her damp skin.

She whimpered, her fingers trembling as she dug them deeper into his shoulders. Her lips parted, her breathing ragged as she tried to focus on her approaching orgasm.

"Then don't stop," she breathed.

"Never," he whispered, as he continued to thrust into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the darkness of the room.

Chat's thrusting quickened, his nails digging into the sheets as he tried to hold himself back. She was so soft beneath him, her body so welcoming of him. His lips were ghosting over her neck, slowly leaving a trail of love bites that would lead to a very sensitive area. She moaned, her body trembling as he continued to thrust into her.

She cried out her pleasure, soft sighs and whimpers filling the room as he continued to thrust into her. Her nails dug into his back, small hands pressing into the flesh of his shoulder blades as she held onto him for dear life. Her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into the hollow of his spine as she pulled him up against herself and moaned into his ear.

Marinette groaned loudly, her voice ragged with need as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She bent over and kissed him deeply, holding onto him tightly.

"Yes! Please keep going!" Marinette whimpered, her heart beating like a drum in her chest and drowning everything else out.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him against her as she made soft little mewling sounds.

"You know I won't, Purrincess" He said, as he leaned down to nip at her collarbone. He kissed her neck, trailing his kisses down to her throat.

His thrusting quickened, his pace becoming rougher as he pounded into her. Chat let out a loud, throaty groan, feeling her tightening around him, and he knew she couldn't take it much longer.

"Oh... shit..." He panted out, his voice strained as he pounded into her. He groaned, pulling out before ramming back into her. "Come for me, baby."

"Oh!" Marinette's muffled cry was filled with pleasure, her body shuddering with release as she felt her pussy grabbing hold of him tightly. Her body trembled beneath him, her fingers shaking as she gripped the sheets. He moaned softly, continuing to thrust as he wasn't quite there yet.

Marinette's small hands gripped onto his shoulders as she held onto him for dear life.

Marinette gasped, her head was spinning. Her body was shaking with pleasure as Chat moved his hips, thrusting himself inside of her. He kissed her lips, his tongue caressing her bottom lip, asking for entrance, and she opened her mouth, letting him in. She groaned, her mind spinning from the pleasure. His tongue was gentle against hers as he thrust into her, his body pressed against her, still holding her up.

His thrusts became hard and fast, as he felt his orgasm drawing nearer. It had been a while since he came, and he was desperate for release. Marinette whimpered, her hands tightening against his shoulders as she felt him get faster.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned, his thrusts becoming shallow as he tried to hold himself back. He kissed her lips, pressing his body into hers as he thrust into her

"So close..." he panted, his thrusting growing more sporadic. Chat's lips curled into a smile, his grip on her hips tightening, pulling her into him as he pounded into her. He was getting closer.

Marinette moaned, gripping his shoulders as he pushed her down into the mattress. His thrusts were deep and desperate, making her gasp with pleasure. He leaned down and kissed her as his movements became erratic, his final push bringing him over the edge.

"Baby..." he moaned, as he came, his hips continuing to pump into her, his cock pulsating in time to his orgasm as he buried himself deep inside her.

"Marinette," He breathed, as he came down from his high. His entire body felt exhausted and he felt like he could fall asleep right there on the spot. He brushed her hair back behind her ear, tucking it behind her ear as he smiled. He panted, collapsing against her body.

Marinette leaned into his chest, her hands grabbing onto him, holding on to him to keep herself conscious. Her body felt heavy, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Her breathing was ragged, her heart beating in her chest as she tried to regain her composure. She let out a low whimper, her nails digging into his back as she tried to come back down from her high. She whimpered, her head burying itself into his shoulder as she tried to calm down.

"I love you." Chat whispered, kissing her shoulder. Marinette's eyes widened, her heart pounding. Did he just say that? She kept her mind focused on what he just said, hoping fervently that she wasn't mishearing him.

"I...I love you too Chat."

He pulled out of her with a moan, his cum coating her thighs. She moaned softly, leaning into him as he rolled over onto his back.

The dream light had fled from the sky, leaving them in darkness. The stars peeked out, painting scattered patches across the heavens. She lay on her side facing Chat, unable to see anything but his outline, and yet she felt more connected to him than ever before. A part of her wished that they could stay like this forever while another yearned for him to take her again.

Marinette winced as she shifted her legs. They felt sticky and tender. He pulled his hand up along her arm, finding hers in the darkness and lacing their fingers together gently. His hand

squeezed hers gently and then he pulled it up to kiss her knuckles sweetly.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that," Chat said, his voice sincere.

Marinette smiled as she leaned in to kiss him again. Her heart fluttered happily when their lips met.

Her entire body felt heavy, her limbs sore and her body exhausted. She yawned, a small moan of appreciation escaped the base of her throat as she closed her eyes.

"You know what would make this night completely perfect?" Marinette mused after a brief moment of silence.

Chat furrowed his brow as he turned his head to face her. His green eyes began to glow as he finally utilized his ability to see in the dark. His heart began to flutter within the confines of his chest. Even through the green rays of his vision he was able to see how angelic she looked. He could see every freckle on her beautiful face. He could see how her dark hair cascaded on the pillow beneath her head, and he could see how her long beautiful lashes caress her cheek as her eyes remained closed.

Chat grinned, watching as her full lips turned into a soft smile.

"Oh yeah? And what might that be?" Chat purred, leaning closer to press a kiss to her ear.

Marinette giggled, nearly shying away as he kissed her ear.

"If you make me breakfast in the morning." She replied playfully. "That is...if you stay the night."

Chat grinned, his eyes opened wide as he smiled.

"Are you kidding? Of course I'll stay over."

Marinette snorted, her chest heaving as she silently laughed. She found it too cute that he was so excited to stay the night with her, and perhaps make her breakfast.

"So what are you planning on making for breakfast?"

She asked, her voice growing soft, Marinette relaxed. She was growing increasingly tired.

"Well since we're in Paris I have a few options..." Chat replied, his voice cracking slightly, "Baguette au jambon avec un oeuf poché et un verre de jus d'orange..." He whispered, kissing the back of her hand again.

Marinette rolled her eyes, they were far too tired for this.

"Or you could make us a bagel with..." She yawned, "Lox and cream cheese."

Chat smiled,

"A bagel sounds absolutely delicious." He replied, "I'll make you one with smoked salmon, onions, capers, cream cheese, and of course, lettuce." He added with glee.

"Chat, I don't need all of that on a bagel" Marinette retorted, laughing, though the sound of it did make her stomach gargle.

"Maybe it'll have an artistic theme." Chat replied, biting his lip in a playful manner. "I could be your personal chef, if you'd like. I could make all your favorite foods!"

Marinette sighed, as her eyelids grew heavy. She could feel her body growing slack in the warmth of the bed, and her mind was growing drowsy. She let out another soft squeal as Chat began to tickle her ears with his lips.

"I think you'd make a terrible chef." she replied, her voice lowering as she tried to stifle her yawn.

"What? Why?" Chat asked, his smile fading as he realized that Marinette was drifting off. He had been so excited to stay over, he hadn't noticed that she was falling asleep.

"Your hands are way too big and you're too tall," she murmured, smiling up at him, her eyes struggling to stay open.

He blinked, his mouth hung open as he stared at her. He tried to form words, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. Marinette was far too tired to notice that he now had a goofy grin on his face. He could barely believe what she was saying.

She was done. At this point Chat knew Marinette was half asleep.

"Get some rest. We pretty much fucked away whatever energy we have left."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point there." She replied with a tired laugh, rolling over onto her side facing away from him.

"I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere. Well, any further than lying right behind you like this," Chat added quickly as he moved to spoon her with his slender body. The edges of the mattress shifted beneath their weight as she snuggled back against his bare chest and tilted her head so it could rest on his arm nestling close to her neck beneath her ear. "Absolutely anywhere other than right here is definitely out of bounds dear ma'am." He finished his sentence with a playful tone as his lips lightly brushed against her ear.

"Good night, Chat." Marinette replied, smiling as her eyes grew heavier.

"Good night, Marinette." He whispered into the top of her head before brushing a kiss into her long dark silky hair.

After a few minutes of silence, they could hear each other breathing. She was snoring slightly. He just lay there, watching her. He couldn't help but to smile, he was tired, but he was the happiest he'd ever been in his entire life. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to break the spell. He was happy to lay there, watching her as she slept. He could feel her stirring in his arms. He was completely elated.

He couldn't have asked for a more perfect night. He got to flirt with a beautiful woman, make love to her, hear her say that she loved him, and he got to make her breakfast in the morning.

Her body suddenly shifted, and he watched as she lifted her arm to rub her face against his chest. She made a silly little humming noise as she cuddled close to him. He squeezed her closer to him, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

"Even if I am a terrible chef, at least I'll be a really good sandwich maker," he whispered drowsily to himself. He found her hand with his, and interlaced his fingers with hers before falling asleep.

The sun gently peaked its way through the pink satin curtains.

Marinette woke, groggy for a few moments before her brain registered where she was and what had happened the night before. She could feel the warmth of the sun against her skin. She could smell the scent of sweat and lavender. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open.

She could see the hint of daylight peaking through the curtains. Marinette was completely nude, and she was wrapped in her quilt. She noticed a slight movement in her bed. She turned over, and she could see Chat Noir, fast asleep beside her. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

She could feel the giddy butterflies in her stomach.

She had spent years dreaming about this moment. She had spent years imagining what it would be like to finally kiss him. To finally be with him, and to have him be all hers. To have him fall in love with her.

She knew that she wasn't going to be able to fall back to sleep. She smiled, reaching over to brush her fingertips against his cheek.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He whispered, opening his eyes slowly.

"Hey," she breathed, her voice was light, and airy. She was still a little groggy and high from the night before. She blinked seeing the sunlight spread against his frame through her flimsy curtains.

He felt his heart pound in his chest. He was so happy, and he was so nervous at the same time. He could barely believe what he was seeing. Marinette was in bed with him, and they were naked, and he was terrified to look down.

He had been waiting for this moment for so long. He had imagined this moment hundreds of times. He wanted to savor every last second. He wanted to memorize how she looks, how she smiles at him when he kisses her. He wanted to stay frozen in this moment forever.

But he knew that he couldn't. He had to get up and make her breakfast, even though he wasn't hungry. He had promised her a bagel with lox and cream cheese, and he wasn't about to disappoint her. He wanted to show her that he could be a good chef, despite what she had said the night before.

"Come on, let's get up and get breakfast started." He said, stretching his arms above his head.

Marinette smiled, admiring how the sunlight highlighted his toned muscles. She loved looking at him, knowing that he was hers.

"Okay," she replied, sitting up in bed. "But can we cuddle for just a little bit longer?"

Chat nodded and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. They stayed like that for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's presence.

As they lay there, Chat couldn't help but wonder how he had gotten so lucky. He had never believed in love at first sight, but when he met Marinette, he had known that she was the one for him. He had loved her from the moment he had laid eyes on her.

Now, lying there with her in his arms, he felt like he was in a dream. It was too good to be true. He never thought he would be so lucky as to have someone like her in his life.

Marinette shifted in his arms, pulling him closer to her. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, and he knew that he never wanted to let go.

For a black cat with bad luck, he sure was the opposite.

Chat paused, his ears perking up as he could hear the vivid sounds of Marinette's belly gargle.

"Chat?" She murmured,

"Yeah?" He whispered, leaning close to her ear.

"Make me that bagel."