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Find y.
It's a bleak phrase in her head, echoes bouncing around her brain as she tries to think again, to think about the method to finding the diameter of that circle and how the fuck a triangle would have anything to do with it. She slumps in her chair, letting her head fall into her hands. The throbbing just above her eyebrows seems to worsen the harder she tries to think, but when she flicks her eyes to her clock and back to the pile of homework on her table all she can do is sigh and pick up her pen again.
It's no easy task being a superhero, she thinks bitterly. Everything in her body is screaming at her to go to bed, Marinette, you idiot, you are exhausted, but still she fixes her gaze to the diagram and clicks and unclicks her pen, the sound reverberating through her room. Her eyes are starting to close on their own accord and she tries her best to keep them open but at some point she knows she has to raise her white flag and fall gracelessly onto her bed, a thought seeming more and more appealing as the seconds tick past.
She pauses, her gaze drifting to the corner of the worksheet, eyes half open as her mind falls away from calculations. In her half conscious stupor she entertains some thoughts boiling away on the back burner of her mind, pen held by an iron grip in some sort of muscle memory.
Find y. Find y as in find the angle or find y as in find out the answers to this universe and why it's driven her to this point where she has to make some subconscious decision between her partner and her crush? She guesses it’s the latter and in some bullshit game show in her head she's won a million dollars for the obvious answer and how could she not see it? and immediately she's thrown back into how absolutely useless this unrequited love is, how it only ever gave her doubt and disappointment.
In her head she laughs bitterly. He is long gone now, the prospects of her dream coming true fading bit by bit. Her dreams of marriage and white dresses and children are losing saturation, fading to grey as her days pass. He would never love her and she would never be loved by anyone, this much she could predict.
In the midst of it all she is called back to reality by a series of sharp knocks on her trap door, making her jump and drop her pen, the writing instrument clattering pathetically to her floor. She blinks a few times and scowls, pushing herself to her feet and walking ever so slowly to the other side of her room. She dawdles on the ladder to her bed, making him wait outside for just a few seconds more.
She sighs as her foot reaches the last rung on the metal framework and reluctantly makes her way across the wooden floor, fingers reaching to pull the door open. The second she eases it open a mess of black leather tumbles into her room and she just watches as he sits in a heap on her floor, unfazed as he takes in his surroundings. His eyes land on her and he smiles, showing off that damned sharp toothed grin. He gets to his feet and takes her hand in his sharply clawed one, pressing it to his lips.
"Good evening, princess." She can't help but roll her eyes at this, pulling her hand away to shut the door again.
"I'm supposed to be doing homework, Chat." She says, voice even as she moves to shut the door again, gliding past him effortlessly. She turns back once she’s gotten the latch shut and folds her arms across her chest, eyebrows raised.
"It's 2AM on a Saturday, what's the point?" The words fall from his tongue so gracefully, as he leans himself against the wall. She swallows thickly as her eyes roam over him, running over every curve the black leather emphasized. She forces herself to look away, mentally chiding herself for letting that happen.
"The point is that I need to be studying, and I assume you have somewhere else to be." She sighs and watches him laugh at her statement. She can't read his face with the mask on, but still she waits for him to answer her. When all he does is look back at her placidly she sighs again, waving a hand in a dismissive manner. "You know what, I won't be getting anywhere anyway, so you might as well entertain me for as long as I'm still awake."
She plops down onto her bed, patting the space next to her. If anything, a visit from Chat usually meant that he wanted to talk, she thinks, putting away thoughts that keep surfacing despite her best attempts to drown them. "What's wrong, kitty?"
There's an exhale and the bed dips as he settles himself on the soft surface. She regards him carefully, but when she looks him in the eye it feels like he's staring into her soul, so she blinks and looks away. "Seems like you have more to say then I do, princess."
He shifts and leans against the wooden pillar of her bed, waiting for her to spill over and tell him everything. She blinks and her posture droops, turning to face him. She crosses her legs under her and sets her face on the palm of her hand, wondering where to even start.
"Boy problems," she begins tentatively. "Sure you wanna hear them?"
He nods, moving to put his hands behind his head. "Go for it."
She takes a sharp inhale and regales the whole story to him, purposely leaving out the parts he was involved in. It's odd, she thinks, she doesn't feel weird about talking to him about this. It feels normal, almost, if not for the fact that she had no idea who the hell he was.
"So the root of all your problems is this guy, huh?" There's a certain look in his eye, gleaming and glinting in the pale glow of the moonlight. She nods and shifts again, leaning onto her arms this time. His hands have shifted back onto his lap and he stops studying them intently to look up, smiling gently at her. "He sounds like a dick."
"He might as well be," she sighs, cursing her heart, her brain, her everything for letting this happen.
"Especially for not going after someone like you." Her breath hitches as he says that, eyes wandering over to him again.
"Chat." There's a warning tone in her voice, one she cannot hide this time. Other times it would be veiled by a layer of false flattery, but she has no filter tonight.
"Am I wrong to say that?" She cannot go falling face first into this, not this time. She breathes, tries to think of an argument but when she looks up at him her heart softens, steel melting into a puddle.
"No." She will admit this much, but she squashes down whatever's still left in her chest for him. She isn't going to ruin this partnership, she vows.
"I'm sure that anyone would be lucky to have you. Anyone who thinks otherwise is an idiot." Her heart is still beating in her ears, a soft flush starting on her cheeks.
"Chat, shut up. You don't know what I've done." She wants him to stop talking about her like she puts the stars in the sky, for god's sake.
"You're a good person who tries her best to help everyone, what's not to love?" She buries her face in her knees, some futile attempt to stop him from seeing her blush. She covers her eyes with her hands, hearing him chuckle quietly. "Chat, no."
Then there's the feeling of leather hands pulling her onto him, so she would be sitting on his lap. Normally she would be fine, but today isn't a normal day and she's internally yelling for him to stop making her fall for him, because it was already bad enough without all this.
"Hey, look at me," he says, laugh still lingering in his words, lifting her chin with his fingertip. She does as he says, looking at him and trying not to entertain the thoughts in her mind.
But, as per usual, her thoughts win and she finds her gaze dipping to his lips more often than not. In her peripherals he's doing the same, finger still under her chin, black leather stuck to the pale flesh.
She doesn't know exactly how long they've been sitting there, gaze glued to the other, but what she does know is the small fire burning in the lower half of her abdomen. The flames leave a smoke that's clogging up her lungs, making it hard to breathe.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks, hesitant. His hands have slipped from her shoulders to her back, gently digging into the flesh as he waits for her to respond.
She weighs the pros and cons.
Pros: she would stop thinking about Adrien.
Cons: everything else.
She pauses, properly considers things for a good ten seconds before throwing it all away and nodding, certain about things just this once.
Gingerly she leans in and meets him halfway, relaxing into the kiss almost immediately. There's something about this that just feels right, and she can't help but sling her arms over his shoulders. He kisses gently, she notes, her waist delicately cradled in his hands.
But it's over too soon when he pulls away, eyes dilated as he gives her a once over. His breath fans across her face and it's too late now to hide her blush and it's a matter of time and heated glances before he presses his lips to hers again, this time almost trying to consume her whole.
There's something feral and primal in this kiss, and she can't help but let herself become enraptured by it, melting away in his hands as his grip falls lower and rests on the curve of her hips. He kisses her deeply and she sighs through her nose, feeling like a traitor of some sort to the other boy still on her mind.
This time she pulls away so that her lungs can function properly again and she regards him with something different this time. There is lust in her eyes and she's pretty sure it's a mirror of his own. He lets out a guttural groan as she bites her lip and presses his face into the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
"Can I do something?" he murmurs the words into her skin and she can feel her pulse starting to thrum rapidly. She knows where this is going, so she nods until she realises he can't see her. "Yes."
He lifts his head from her shoulder and moves to set her down on the bed, fingertips cradling her neck and the small of her back. The look in his eyes is half carnal, but she can't put her finger on what the other half is. "Do you trust me?"
She raises an eyebrow. "Unfortunately."
He grins at her and attaches his lips to her again, the sudden movement making her grip onto his shoulders, all while his hands snake down her sides. They find the hem of her shirt and slide under the cotton, pushing the fabric up over her stomach, over her ribs.
The smooth leather running over her skin is almost gratifying, cold on her warm stomach. She can feel his hands land squarely on her breasts and they cup the supple flesh over her bra. To her surprise she doesn't shy away from his touch, instead pulling him closer to her, never once breaking away from him.
She lets him fiddle with the straps of her bra and lets out a small, affirmative moan when his hands freeze, waiting for her to let him take the undergarment off. She feels nimble fingers undoing the clasp and gasps as he tugs the cups up and away from her breasts. Without missing a beat he gently tugs at her shorts, fingers untying the butterfly knot and dragging the fabric down her thighs.
He pulls away first.
"Chat." It's a breathy whine in the back of her throat, and her half shut eyes are saying more than her mouth is. Her gaze is smoldering, almost, and she goes to pull off her shirt and bra in one smooth motion. Her legs kick her shorts off and she can only be in awe of how quickly he's managed to undress her, one kiss being the catalyst to all of this. When she resettles all she can think about is the way he's looking at her, lips pink as he lets his gaze linger for far longer than necessary.
"Chat." She tries again, this time snapping him out of his stupor. He flinches and blinks, letting his tongue dart out to slide over his bottom lip. She pretends this movement doesn't make her shudder, doesn't make her think of what he has in store for her.
"Marinette." His voice is low and coarse, making her dizzy as he shifts his weight slightly. He lifts a hand to his mouth and bites the leather covering his index finger, eventually freeing the one digit from it's casing.
"Help me out here, will you?" He purrs the question and lifts his partially gloved hand towards her. She looks between him and his hand for a moment before lifting her own head and gently nipping at the leather. She looks at him while she does it, pulling the glove from his fingertips with her teeth while something flashes behind her eyes. At some point she manages to free his entire hand and he pulls the glove off and tosses it to the side, revealing long, lithe fingers.
She can't quite believe that under all that black leather he was still human, still a mortal being under the influence of his kwami. When she's about to ask why he even wanted her to do that she feels his fingers trace over her through her underwear, making her gasp and look at him again.
The power in his eyes is dazzling, his desire for her almost overwhelming. Everything about him seems to darken, from how he looks at her to how he touches her. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
She's thunder-struck and nods compliantly as he says that, giving him free realm of her body. She bites down on her lip as he starts to nip at her skin, slowly marking her neck as his ungloved hand toys with her breast. It's odd to feel actual skin against her this time around, she thinks.
Her eyes flutter shut as he moves down at an agonizingly slow pace, attaching himself to her chest and sucking bruises into her skin. He leaves messes that she would look over later and brush her fingers over, shivering as they run over the sensitive splotches. He runs the tip of his tongue over a nipple and she leans into him, begging for more.
"Eager, aren't we?" He hums against her skin, letting go and moving further down her torso. She sucks in a breath but lets it go because she know what he's doing, the reason for him removing the glove becoming so clear to her now.
"Hurry up," she whines, fingertips eager to dig themselves into his scalp and curl around blond strands. She waits and waits, painstakingly enduring the pressure between her legs.
"Good things come to those who wait," he says with his nose pressed against the flat of her abdomen, slightly above where she wants his mouth to be. He pulls away from her enough to look her in the eye, an almost challenge dangling from his lips. "And those who wait often come."
She scowls, poking him gently with her foot. "Those who wait often end up unsatisfied."
"It's up to interpretation," he chuckles, ungloved hand sliding down her body, leaving trails of heat in it's wake. Absent-mindedly she wonders if this what catalysm feels like, being destroyed from the inside. His hand lands on her still covered hip, delicately slipping his fingers into the lace band. Deep down she knows this is just to make her feel better, just a favor to a friend mourning her unrequited love, but somehow there's still something else behind this, another motive she can't quite place.
"Tell me if I should stop," he says absently, hooking his clawed hand into the waistband as well. Slowly he tugs the lace off her hips and down her thighs, letting go so she can kick them off. Only then does it registers in her mind that she is fully naked in front of Chat, bare and needy before him. He sets his hands on her thighs and gently pries them open, exposing her completely.
"You're drenched, princess." The words sound filthy coming out his mouth, and her knees involuntarily close.
"Shut up, Chat," she breathes and his hands open her up again, one pinning a thigh to the sheets this time. He dips his head down to one side and all she can do is mewl softly as he kisses along her inner thighs, lips grazing over the skin like silk.
She whispers his name and covers her mouth with the back of her hand, a half-hearted attempt to shut herself up. She's going to wake everyone at this rate, but she's hoping and praying that she can keep quiet enough to avoid waking her parents. Meanwhile he latches on to the skin nearing her center and sucks it into his mouth, turning the skin a dark purple.
She lifts her hand and opens her mouth as though to chide him for teasing her, but the fingers of his ungloved hand settle gently on her folds with a simple flick of his wrist, two fingers spreading her wide open. His gaze on her center is burning and she squirms as his thumb traces over the essence leaking from her, running back and forth to coat himself with her.
He drags his soaked digit over her again, this time in search of the bundle of nerves seated right at the top of her center. He knows he's found it when she whimpers something unintelligible, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. Slowly he lowers his head and captures the small bundle between his lips, making her cry out at the contact.
She can't stop the river of moans pouring out of her, body needing his touch like never before. He sucks on her clit gently before releasing it, only to run his tongue over the entirety of her, lapping at the wetness coating her folds. He almost drinks her in, coating his tongue with her and dragging it back over her.
With broad licks he tackles the entirety of her and goes slow on the sensitive nerves he had moved away from earlier, working on the flesh until she squirms and her fingers come to tangle themselves in his hair. She presses him closer to her, trying to keep his tongue on her just like that.
Gently he moves away and sharpens his tongue to a point, running in circles around her swollen clit. His eyes flick back to her face and she doesn't notice that his tongue has slowed slightly, jaw slack as she tries to endure all the pleasure running through her body.
"Chat — fuck, please." She doesn't recognize her voice anymore, too low and whiny to sound like the one she knows. He hums in response and she jumps at the vibrations that run through her as he does, melting under him. All she can think about is how it can't get any better than this, not at all, until he runs a finger over her and gently pushes it into her.
It's all it takes for her back to arch off the bed and a whine to shoot out her mouth, the sudden intrusion running over spots that make her dizzy with each passing moment. He watches her for a few moments before lowering his head again, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking on it again.
She swears her eyes roll back and she's blinded by the feeling of being handled like this, left panting and shaking as he continues to destroy her completely.
He pumps his finger in and out of her methodically, smug when he hears her call his name. Truth be told she didn’t even know this would feel this good, especially when the feeling of cheating on another was lingering in the back of her mind.
She's so close now, so undeniably on the edge that her thighs clamp down on his head, trying to staunch the flow of pleasure to her body. It feels like flames are licking at the bottom of her spine and at the edges of the veins in her body, boiling her blood and reducing her to nothing.
To her surprise he's more perceptive than she thinks, instantly speeding up when she opens her mouth to blurt out how close she is. She curses him for that, as now his finger is plunging into her at rates that make her dissolve and the amount of suction on her clit is too good to handle. She knows it's time for her to fall when she feels the coil start snapping and her body start to go rigid.
She cries out his name over and over again, the feeling starting in her toes and rushing through her like a current of electricity. First her legs tense up and then it hits her core, making her pulse sharply around his fingers. She tries to pull away because she’s too sensitive to be touched now, but the hand holding her down is firm and unwavering and all she can do is writhe.
Then it moves to her chest and all she can do is heave as the feeling ripples through her. Each breath sends her breasts high into the air, her abs tightening as she struggles to think straight, to even breathe. She jolts a little more as he eases his mouth on her, eventually fading into soft licks that send tiny slivers of pleasure through her veins.
She lets out a long exhale and relaxes her body, feeling like she was floating atop the world’s calmest sea. He pulls away from the juncture between her legs, chin slick with her essence as he moves to be level with her. Once his body is next to hers she turns her head to look at him and ducks when he tries to kiss her, giggling as he whines in protest. "I’m not too interested in tasting myself, Chat."
"But you taste good." He pouts and wipes at his glistening chin with the back of his hand, settling on smiling at her. There's a strange feeling of contentment and she welcomes it, too tired to care anymore. "I'm sure I do."
He laughs and she realizes she's naked and laughs despite herself. "Thanks," she says simply, "for all of that."
"Anything for you, princess," he says, before wincing as though something had been injured.
"..Chat?" She looks at him with confusion, eyes raking over him until she notices the very distinct mark of his cock straining against very tight black leather and how her knee was resting against it.
"Did.. did I do that?" She asks hesitantly, still confused as to how the fuck she, Marinette, a consistent mess under the guise of being a human being, could give Chat a boner that looked like it hurt.
He groans and sheepishly nods, making her flush deepen as he bites on his lip. "It's kind of hard not to when you’re moaning my name, princess."
"Oh." She pauses. She's never had this happen to her in real life before, but eventually she manages something. "Do you need me to help?"
His eyes shoot open and he shakes his head, breathing hard. "It's okay! I'll be fine. Eventually."
"But you made me come, so shouldn't I at least...?" She trails off halfway and his heart almost stops because she looks too fucking innocent to be suggesting something like that. He was supposed to be the dirty one, god dammit.
"No, it's fine!" He tries again. "I'll be fine, honest."
She looks at him doubtfully but drops it in the same second when exhaustion hits her and she realizes it'd probably be better if she got some sleep before processing what had just happened. She yawns, moving to kiss him chastely as thanks.
"I should get to bed. Thanks for that, Chat." He smiles and for the moment he forgets that there was another holding his heart hostage, that the other red clad girl was simply a figment of his imagination. He gets up, ignoring the boner straining against his suit and bows to her again.
Then he opens the trapdoor and vanishes into the night, while she pulls on her panties and goes to bed.
The feeling of betrayal dissipates.