After a long night of patrolling, Chat was more than ready to get home to his bed and catch up on sleep. Usually, he and Ladybug would switch off every other night so that neither of them ended up sleep-deprived. However, Ladybug had recently been unable to do her part. Recently she had been unfocused and fidgety, shirking her duties in favor of heading home early with half-formed excuses. Chat was concerned that she was struggling with something in her civilian life, but he trusted that she would ask for help if she needed it. After all, they were partners.
He carried on, leaping from building to building. He soared through the air, the breeze ruffling his hair as he enjoyed the rush of racing unseen through the city. He would never get tired of seeing Paris from this perspective, glittering lights and quiet streets as the people of Paris turned in for the night. He let out a huff as he landed on the next building, shingles creaking quietly beneath his feet. His hand was coming up to brush a strand of hair from his eyes when a strange scent caught his attention.
Even after all this time, he was still adjusting to his heightened senses, as being Chat Noir came with some learning curves. His ears were extremely sensitive to both sound and touch, and his nose even more prone to smell.
Immediately captivated, he turned his head in the direction of the scent and quickly followed it. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever smelled, so alluring that it caused an almost fog-like trance to envelop his brain.
He had no choice but to follow it.
Making his way across the next few buildings, he crossed the next couple of blocks easily. He halted when a familiar building came into view: Marinette's house, also known as the best bakery in all of Paris. Her parents were well known for their sweet treats; it seemed that every day they had an overfill on orders and caterings. He dropped smoothly from the top of his building to the sidewalk and eyed the shop from across the street.
Could the smell he'd been following be coming from the bakery? Were the Dupain-Cheng's cooking up a new pastry?
He came to his conclusion almost as soon as he'd thought these questions: no, the smell was not coming from the bakery. The lights were out on the bottom level, the store clearly closed for the evening. Besides, the smell didn't seem to be a dessert of any sort. It seemed...warmer, fuller somehow.
His nose was telling him that although it wasn't coming from the bakery, it was coming from the same building. From a room in the apartment above, perhaps? His eyes quickly scanned the area, making sure it was safe to cross before darting to the other side. As he approached the quiet building, the enticing smell that had caught his attention was slowly becoming stronger. He drank in the scent greedily, sending his head spinning and burning the back of his throat thick with need.
He tipped his head back, searching for an outline of a person or object that could be the owner of the appealing smell. Determined to uncover the mysterious scent, Chat leaped up onto the windowsill above his head. Placing his hand against the window, he peered in but was unable to make out anything of importance. He hoped that the next window would have more luck, but upon reaching it, it too was empty. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself, as the smell was steadily becoming stronger the further up he got. Glancing up, he saw that the next window was a small, circular one. Marinette's room, he realized. A slight blush crept upon his cheeks at the thought of intruding, but he had to know where this scent was coming from. It was almost unbearable at this point, with even his body beginning to have a physical reaction to it, small droplets of sweat appearing on his brow and the back of his neck.
Tensing his muscles, he made a larger leap than before and landed quietly on top of the bakery. Marinette's little balcony was just as he remembered it: fairy lights strung above a comfortable-looking deck chair and little pots of plants scattered across every spare surface. But what really caught his attention was the smell. It was stronger than before if that was even possible. It was absolutely delectable, making saliva start to gather in Chat's mouth. With a start, he realized he was acting like a complete animal. What's wrong with me? he thought. I need to chill out. With difficulty, he swallowed, the excess saliva helping to wet his suddenly dry throat.
He moved forward, stepping with perfect precision so as not to make a sound. As he approached the small trap door leading into Marinette's bedroom, he considered turning back. This was one of his best friend's home, her space, and he was about to enter without her permission. But, breathing in the tempting scent that had brought him all this way, it wasn't even a contest. Really, he had already made up his mind the moment he stepped onto her balcony.
Slipping his fingers under the door, he lifted it quietly to rest against the brick wall behind it.
What happened afterward he couldn't begin to describe. A blast of that sweet scent he had come to crave hit him like a wall. It was warm, wet, and addictive. He felt his stomach clench, a pleasant fluttering tightening his gut. Any attempt he had made to keep himself in check faded completely. His head was spinning, something animalistic taking hold of him. Fingers tightly gripping the opening of the trap door, he bowed his head. Without realizing what he was doing, he let out a ragged moan.
He didn't even have the decency to feel ashamed.
He could feel a low growl building up in the back of his throat. He wanted whatever that smell was coming from, now. He could already feel the leather around his crotch begin to tighten as his cock hardened. Letting out quick, low breaths, he pitched his legs over the lip of the door and dropped down into Marinette's bedroom. He landed lightly on the very edge of her bed, reaching out a hand for the iron framing surrounding the loft to steady himself.
As his eyes focused, his grip on the metal tightened and his breath caught in his throat. There was Marinette, limbs spread wide, her covers tossed to the side in her sleep. He studied her face, her lips pink and full, cheeks flushed red and warm. Her dark silky hair was undone from its usual pigtails, and it was pooled around her head like an inky halo. His gaze traveled down until he met the sight of her tank top. It was caught up, exposing the majority of her torso and the underside of her left breast. Her shorts were even more messed up, twisted low around her waist and baring the sight of her soft hips.
What caught Chat's attention, though, was the wet sheen between her thighs. Slightly white and creamy looking, was the evidence of Marinette's arousal.
Slowly leaning forward, he crawled over to Marinette and pressed his nose against the side of her neck, breathing in deeply. He couldn't help but dart his tongue out to lick a stripe up her soft skin, appreciating the way she shifted in her sleep at his touch. His fingers came up and deftly rolled the fabric of her tank top up so that it was resting right above her breasts, allowing the moonlight to frame them and display her soft pink nipples to the dark room.
Unable to resist, Chat leaned forward and took her right nipple into his mouth. He suckled against the bud until it stiffened, swirling his tongue around it once he was satisfied. He could feel Marinette's breath hitch in her chest, and he pulled away for a moment to look at her. Her face had become even more flushed, but she seemed to still be very much asleep. He brought his hand up to the other nipple and lightly thumbed at it, twisting it between his fingers every now and then. He observed her face as he teased her breasts, enjoying the way her breathing sped up and the slight jerking of her chest as she became oversensitive. After a moment he replaced his fingers with his tongue, making sure to give both her nipples equal treatment. When he was satisfied, he began leaving open-mouthed kisses down her breast until he was at the junction between her breast and rib cage. He began to bite and suck, lewd noises filling the quiet air around them as he marked her. With one last lave of his tongue, he left the dark bruise shiny and wet.
Marinette's breathing was noticeably heavier now, her breasts swollen and flushed, nipples gleaming with his saliva. His cock swelled at the sight, and he brought his hand down to palm himself through the leather of his suit.
His gaze traveled downward, meeting the sight of Marinette's wet, tangled bottoms. His hand left his cock to grab her thigh, spreading out his palm to squeeze the soft flesh. His other hand took hold of her other leg and he began kneading her thighs, mesmerized by the firm squish of her skin. His right hand lifted for a moment, and he brought it down with a sharp smack against the side of her leg. He swallowed roughly as her thigh jiggled and a pink flush began to appear against her skin.
Abandoning her thighs, his hands began to travel up her legs to the waistband of her shorts. He took a brief second to admire the pink, silky fabric, but then he slid his fingers beneath the waistband and began sliding them down her thighs.
When her panties came into view, Chat was almost drooling. There, fitted snug and tight around her hips, were a pair of baby pink lace panties. When he had tugged her shorts to the apex of her thighs, his gaze was drawn to the wet patch of fabric between her legs, exposing just how wet she was. The fabric was saturated with her juices, turning the light pink to a darker peach shade. Desire rippled through his gut and he could feel precum start to dribble from his cock, smearing the inside of his suit uncomfortably.
Quickly becoming impatient, Chat yanked the shorts more roughly than he meant to down her legs. He had to take a moment and untangle them from her ankles, but once they were free, he tossed them over his shoulder, which sent them falling off the loft and onto Marinette's bedroom floor.
Turning his attention back to the petite girl in front of him, he began crawling closer to Marinette's center, spreading her thighs open as he went. He brushed the tip of his nose from her clit to her opening and back up again, breathing in her sweet smell as he did. He placed a small kiss against her nub through the fabric of her panties, which caused Marinette's legs to twitch. With the growing amount of saliva in his mouth, Chat licked one wide stripe up Marinette's cunt, growling at the heady taste of her arousal. He began lapping up the sticky juices that were smeared across her inner thighs, nipping her skin here and there as he went. He wanted to make sure he marked her, claimed her. He wanted her to remember this every time she looked in the mirror.
At his ministrations, he heard Marinette let out a small mewl, sending his cock throbbing between his legs. Chat tensed at the feeling, breath hissing out between his teeth. If he had known how strongly Marinette could affect him, he would have done this a hell of a lot sooner.
His hands quickly grabbed the top of her underwear and tore them down her legs until they rested mid-way down her thighs. He relished at the sight of her thighs bulging where the panties were too tight, but was quickly distracted by the shining wetness of her exposed core. A cloudy string of arousal connected her folds to her sopping wet panties, and Chat growled loudly at the sight. He was certain he would sell his soul just to simply stare at her glistening cunt. Shifting forward, Chat spread her lips carefully and gently pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit. Her hips bucked up at that, and Chat used his other hand to press her hips back into the mattress.
"Oh, Marinette…" he murmured. This was going to be fun.
He circled her clit with his thumb, but then dipped down to pull her swollen nub into his mouth. He suckled, relishing in the tingle her taste sent down his spine. Marinette was whimpering now, her hips bucking up into Chat's mouth. He was sure she'd wake up at any time now, so he slipped a finger into her folds, making sure to retract his claws beforehand.
She was so wet and tight, wrapped around his finger. Knowing this, he knew he couldn't leave without knowing how she felt around his cock. This thought sent him into a haze and he pulled back from her clit to watch her twitching hole take another one of his fingers. He thrust them in, scissoring them to stretch her open in preparation for his cock.
He knew he had found that special spot when a slur of mewls and moans began to come from Marinette. Her hips began rolling down, fucking herself on his fingers. When her thighs started clamping shut at the pleasure, Chat used his free hand to spread them back open, pinning them to the mattress as he assaulted her hole.
Marinette began to cry out louder than before, her legs thrashing wildly against Chat's restraints. Her lids fluttered open, blinking multiple times in an effort to clear her eyes of their sleep-induced bleariness. She was so confused, so disoriented. Soft moans were leaving her mouth and she quickly bit her cheek to quiet the embarrassing noises. She felt both hot and cold at the same time, the slight breeze coming in from the rooftop hatch brushing over the light layer of sweat on her body.
Wait- why was the sweating so much? Suddenly her back arched involuntarily, her eyes squeezing shut as her head tipped back, the spike of pleasure from her core tugging her nerves in such a way that she lost control of her limbs. She could feel a tight coil of pleasure in her gut, slowly winding her towards a point of no return. She opened her eyes and glanced down her body to land on the leather-clad hero crouching between her legs. One of his hands was holding open her legs and the other was thrusting into her with remarkable speed.
Marinette blushed furiously at the squelching sound coming from between her thighs as Chat's fingers drilled into her. She couldn't help but clench around them as they rubbed against her walls, and judging by Chat's smirk, he knew it.
She met Chat Noir's sharp green gaze and felt like she would melt right then and there. He was watching her intently, witnessing her fall apart under him. He looked like a man possessed, fire burning in his eyes.
"Morning, Mari."
His fingers rubbed that patch of nerves inside her and his thumb swept over her throbbing clit at the same moment. Combined with the devious spark in his eyes, Marinette toppled over the edge.
"Mmm, Chat, ah, ah-hnNG!"
Her legs thrashed and she clamped down on his fingers as he continued thrusting into her, drawing out her orgasm. Her mouth hung open as a multitude of moans and sobs left her lips, unable to muffle the noises.
"That's it, such a pretty girl. So messy, baby." Chat cooed as he watched her come down. She whimpered at his words, sending a spike of heat down her spine.
Suddenly his fingers disappeared, leaving her stretched open and empty. She bit back a whine at their absence, not wanting to alert Chat to the arousal already reappearing between her legs. Shame burned through her. She shouldn't want this, he broke into her room and assaulted her in her sleep. That didn't stop her traitorous pussy from twitching in anticipation, though.
Chat crawled up her body until his face was right above hers. He looked into her eyes for a moment before dipping down and sealing his lips over hers. He lightly swept his tongue over her lower lip and Marinette readily opened her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue. It was wet and sloppy, their teeth clashing slightly as the kiss turned more passionate. A long whine escaped Marinette when Chat pulled away, leaving behind a string of saliva connecting their lips.
Without warning, she was pulled up from her mattress as Chat flipped her over onto her stomach. She grunted as she landed on her hands and knees, unintentionally presenting to the man behind her. He grabbed her hips and brought them further up while simultaneously shoving between her shoulder blades until her chest met the mattress beneath her. She was spread open and bare, unable to cover her dripping cunt. She could feel her hole twitching and clenched at the thought of being so exposed, a dribble of slick trickling from her folds onto the bed beneath them. Clearly, Chat caught on, because he ran a finger around her entrance, teasing her.
"Such a pretty cunt, Mari. Begging to be filled up, hm?"
"N-no, Chat, please stop," she begged. "You shouldn't be here."
A growl ripped from him as his gentle finger suddenly disappeared, instead replaced with a harsh slap of his palm against her core. A loud moan left her at his actions and Marinette felt her cheeks flush, embarrassed at her lewd noises. She pressed her lips together as her clit throbbed between her thighs.
"You act like you don't want this but here you are, moaning like a whore," Chat hissed. There was shuffling behind her and the quick sound of a zipper before a hand settled back on her hip with a bruising grip. He clenched his teeth as his cock was finally released from his suit, bobbing in the air. He'd never been harder in his life, a swollen vein wound tightly up the side of his shaft, the tip red and swollen. He thumbed at it, pre-cum leaking profusely as he swept it down his cock to coat it.
Gripping his cock, he nudged the tip against Marinette's pussy, rubbing it against her slit. Marinette gasped as she felt the fat tip nestle against her opening. It felt big.
"Feel that, Mari?" Chat panted. He thrusted forward, his cock sliding up against her clit. Marinette mewled, shocks of arousal dancing up her spine. "Gonna feel so good filling you up, yeah?"
Marinette grit her teeth against the lewd moan in her throat, her thighs shaking as she fought the urge to thrust back against that thick cock grinding against her cunt. Chat's hand slid from her hip to her ass, kneading and squeezing the round cheek. He spread her open, revealing her other, smaller tight hole. He crooned, admiring the view of her pretty pussy leaking all over his length, her asshole clenching in tandem. "Seems your ass is jealous, hm? Would you let me fill you up here too?" he teased.
Marinette let out a sob at the thought, fear creeping in at the thought of him entering where nothing had before. "No-o, ggh please! Not t-there, hah!" she panted.
"Just your pussy then?" Chat questioned, fingers moving down, brushing just shy of her leaking slit. Fuck.
A beat of silence passed. "...Yes…" she whimpered quietly. A wicked grin spread across Chat's face. "That's it," he murmured. His hand resumed its place on her ass, spreading her open so he could see her cunt. He positioned the tip of his cock against her wet hole, watching the way her folds spread against him. His grip on her was almost painful as he started to sink in. Marinette let out a sharp whine as the thick head popped inside. If Chat was more in control of himself, he might have waited, let her adjust to the feeling of being spread open so wide. But the smell of her arousal was fogging his brain. All he could focus on was her soaked walls choking his cock.
Tears ran down Marinette's face as another inch sunk in. Even with her cunt drooling around his cock, the drag was almost unbearable. She'd never had something so large inside her. Every time she thought there couldn't possibly be more, he sunk in a little deeper.
At last, she felt his hips meet her ass, his balls pressed snugly against her clit. She could feel him so deeply, every inch of her pussy crammed with cock. The tip of his cock was pressed tightly against her cervix, making her shiver in ecstasy. She couldn't help but clench around the thick length, ashamed at how good it felt.
Chat chuckled lowly as he felt her walls quiver against him. "Fuck, knew you'd feel good wrapped around my cock," he breathed. "Such a sweet pussy." He began to pull out, a loud, wet sucking sound accompanying the movement as her cunt clenched hard, almost like it was trying to prevent him from leaving. Marinette squealed as he pumped back in, the girth forcing her pussy to stretch wide. The ridge on the underside of his cock slid wetly against her clit while his tip prodded against something inside her that made her see stars.
Both Chat and Marinette moaned as her cunt gushed and clenched tightly on his cock, creating a slick slide. Despite herself, Marinette spread her thighs wider, arching her back so Chat could pump into her more easily. "Good girl," Chat purred, a smug hand slapping her ass. She keened at the sharp sting, walls twitching around his length. "You like that, hm? Fucking slut."
Chat was thrusting roughly into her cunt, the wet slap echoing throughout the room. Part of Marinette worried that the open trapdoor would allow unwanted guests to hear them, but that was swept away with each deep plunge of cock into her cunt. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, saliva drooling onto her mattress as she took it.
Almost as if Chat could read her mind, he ran his thumb against her stretched slit where his cock was grinding in and out. "Bet if someone walked in right now you wouldn't even notice, huh? You'd just let me keep pounding this pussy, let them watch." He grinned viciously. Too gone to say anything, Marinette just whimpered as her cunt clenched tightly around his length. "Fuck, you really would."
He slapped his palm against her other cheek, grinning at the sharp crack and the way her pussy slickened up.
"C-close, Cha-at, ah! M' hng- g'na cum!" Marinette gasped out.
"Yeah, baby? You wanna cum?" His thrusts sped up as he, too, approached his end. "Gonna let me fill this pretty pussy?"
For a moment, some of the fogginess cleared from Marinette's mind. She tried to speak, but the words refused to form in her cock-drunk brain. "W-Hngm?"
Chat's hands gripped her hips and she knew she'd have bruises there tomorrow. That thought sent a curl of heat through her belly, though she would never admit it.
His words finally sunk in and her head whipped up, eyes wild and neck craning to try and catch his eye. "W-wait!" Her arms trembled, hands slipping beneath her. "You c-can't, uh-not inside!" she gasped.
A firm slap landed on her ass and Marinette squealed, pussy dripping at the smarting skin. "I'll do what I damn well please," Chat snarled. "And I'm gonna breed this fucking cunt."
His hips slapped against her ass, wet squelching echoing through the air as his cock carved through her pussy. Marinette sobbed, pressing her face into the mattress as her cunt throbbed painfully. Everything was wound tight, her tits heavy, nipples swollen and sensitive as they brushed the mattress. Her clit tingled, begging for stimulation as the band of heat coiled tight in her abdomen. The one thing she wasn't expecting was Chat's thick thumb wedging its way into her ass.
"Please, p-please, Chaat ah-ah-AH- NOO!" she wailed, clamping down tightly on his cock. Her pussy twitched as she squirted, the splatter of her cum wet and filthy.
"God, " Chat ground out, teeth clenching tightly as he neared his orgasm. "It's like you were made- fuck-made to be bred." He pumped his hips in and out of Marinette's gushing hole as her cunt sprayed over his thighs and balls, her body trembling in euphoria.
With a deafening snarl, Chat shoved his cock to the hilt, fat tip held firm against her cervix as it spasmed, spurting thick ropes of cum into her womb. He gripped her tight, keeping them in place as his cock pulsed, the pumps of cum never-ending. Marinette shivered and couldn't help but squeeze her walls around his cock, milking his twitching shaft. Chat let out a weak moan and bent his chest to her back, resting his head against her shoulder as they basked in the afterglow.
Finally, the river of cum subsided and he gently slid his cock from her hole. Marinette mewled weakly at the sensation of her walls coated in cum, her pussy thoroughly used. Chat leaned back to admire the creamy strings leaking from her hole, reaching up to pull more out and swirl it against her clit. Marinette choked at the sensitivity, the overstimulation sharp and verging on pain. "Too m-much, Chat," she whined, swatting at him faintly, even as her cunt twitched in delight. After cumming twice she still yearned to be stuffed full. Maybe she really was a whore.
With a purr of satisfaction, Chat pulled his fingers away and sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the sweet bitterness of her wetness. He licked his digits clean as a musical chime sounded from his right hip. He's quick to snatch up his staff to read the alert.
Fuck. 5 am.
He should be home by now. His dad would be awake soon, and he'd get hell if he was discovered out of bed.
"Sorry baby, gotta run. Thanks for the fuck, though," he grinned. Marinette lifts her head to look back at him, a few remnant tears clinging to her lashes and strings of drool running down her chin. Unable to resist, Chat leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss, dirty but sweet as he licks into her mouth. She whimpered as he nibbled her bottom lip, feeling the stirrings of arousal begin to rouse in her gut once again.
Before she can get too ahead of herself, he pulled away with a dazed look on his face. "Shit, you're like a drug," he murmured as he gives her ass a final squeeze
He zipped his suit back up and he's gone before Marinette can even turn around.
She rolled onto her back and looked down at her pussy covered in white. It's almost pretty.
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The next few days go smoothly for the pair of heroes. To Chat's relief, Ladybug seemed to be back to her old self, taking on her previous responsibilities in stride.
Sometimes he catches a familiar scent on their patrols, but never more than a whiff. He doesn't notice Ladybug rubbing her thighs together during these moments, his thoughts preoccupied with images of another dark haired girl with innocent eyes and a slick cunt. He makes a mental note to visit Marinette again soon.