Chapter Text
03/18/24
chat noir coming over late in the night and overhearing marinette touching herself is such a hot concept.
especially if he doesn’t know what to do. should he leave and pretend it never happened? how would he ever look at her again, even as adrien? he should leave. definitely.
but… she sounds so sexy; those little moans and tiny breaths coming through the cracked skylight. how could he not listen to them? he creeps closer--curiously, quietly.
just to listen, that’s all.
just to see if he can make out whose name it is she’s slurring.
“oh, chat!” she cries out suddenly, causing him to nearly lose his footing in a blind panic.
did she hear him? was he caught?
he listens with baited breath for any sign of a scuffle but there’s only more whines and another cry of something that sounds an awful lot like--
“mmm, adrien~!” she says again, clearly.
chat noir’s mouth falls open and heat immediately shoots down to his dick from hearing his name moaned like that.
both his names.
marinette was touching herself--while fantasizing about /both/ of him.
oh.
/oh./
he hardly even notices when his hand finds its way to his bell, carefully pulling down the zipper on his suit. he focuses on marinette as his hand dips inside and wraps around his cock.
he wonders what she’s thinking about. what is it that she would have him do if she knew he was right here on her balcony? maybe he could make himself known; turn both their fantasies into a reality. well, part of hers. he still has his identify to protect, and it isn’t like he could be both adrien and chat noir at the same time anyway.
the thought is tempting only for a few strokes, before he thinks about an alternative. maybe he should keep this for himself. he could come back every few nights to see if she has her skylight open again. he could listen to her over and over, and keep things simple.
she would never have to know.
with that in mind, and marinette’s growing chorus of moans in his ears, he begins to pump his hand faster. he wants so badly to peek inside, to see her for himself. but that would risk too much. so instead, he creates his own imagery to pair with those sweet sounds she’s making.
he imagines her hand, moving slow and leisurely against herself, with her other one cupping her breast. her hair splayed on the pillow; her panties pushed aside so she can fill herself with her fingers.
when she moans his name again, he wants so badly to be the one inside her. his fingers moving in and out, causing her to thrash around and curl her hands in his hair. kissing her lips, her neck, those pretty collarbones. moving down her body, all while keeping a steady rhythm, until his face meets his fingers.
he’d kiss each of her thighs once before dipping his tongue into her. he can picture the way her face would turn into her pillow to hide the flush spreading across her skin; hand flying to her lips to silence those pretty moans spilling out, while the other fists harder in his hair.
chat noir’s own breathing picks up as he nears his climax. his nerves are already on fire, but marinette’s own breaths are like gasoline; fueling the pleasure coursing through him.
“hnngh, a-adrien… chaton… ah!” marinette cries out, her voice coming out garbled, like she really is biting her hand to keep quiet.
it sends him over the edge, and his entire body slumps forward as he cants into his fist--her name ghosting silently across his lips as he comes right behind her.
and he can’t wait to do it again.
// first time writing m/f smut omggg!! (it was actually so hard help)