For the lovely @yoyos-on-the-wharf <3
Marinette knew she shouldn’t keep watching. And she knew she definitely shouldn’t be letting her fingers slip beneath the elastic band of her pajama pants. Chat Noir’s head fell back against her lounger, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted as he stroked himself through his suit. What was he doing out there? Obviously she could see what he was doing, but usually when he visited, he dropped straight in through her unlocked skylight, ready to be fed and pampered. Marinette would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about him like this. She had never admitted it to him, of course, but maybe she should soon. Or maybe she should just tap on the skylight or spray him with a water bottle or…or join him…
She shook the thought from her head as her fingers dipped father down. She let the tip of one finger sink between her lower lips as Chat Noir arched his back, clawed hand pumping against his trapped erection. The guy was gorgeous. There was no doubt about that. He always had been, of course, but the last few years had sharpened him. His jawline was more defined, his chest and shoulders were broader, his thighs were…
Marinette tried to hold back a whimper as she watched Chat Noir lose his rhythm, thrusting against his hand. She thought about how good it would probably feel for him to be able to free his erection, to feel her hands wrap around it, maybe her mouth, maybe her…
Chat Noir’s chest heaved as he fell back against the lounger, and Marinette let herself fall back on her bed, adding another finger to dance against her sex. She bit her lip to keep from moaning but kept her eyes strained on the skylight, almost hoping Chat Noir would peek in. When she finally found her release, she whispered his name, but he was gone when she crawled back down the bed for another peak.
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“I heard a nasty rumor about you, Chaton,” Ladybug said in greeting, landing lightly on the rooftop.
Chat Noir turned with a grin. “Are people claiming I’m not a natural blonde again?”
She ignored his question, circling behind him. “I heard you were masturbating on a civilian’s roof last night,” she whispered in his ear.
He went stock-still, eyes widening. “Where, uh, where would you hear a crazy thing like that?”
“Are you saying you weren’t stroking yourself off on the roof of that cute little bakery last night?” she asked, coming back around to his front.
“I’m…I’m saying…”
“What made you stop there, I wonder. Surely you couldn’t live so far away that you couldn’t wait until you got home.” Ladybug let her eyes slowly roam down his body. “You must have put on quite the show.”
Chat Noir flushed. “Nobody saw me!”
“How do you know?” She stepped in close. “Marinette’s room is up there, isn’t it? Don’t you visit her sometimes?”
“Well, yeah, but–”
“Maybe she saw you.” When Chat Noir didn’t reply, Ladybug’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe you wanted her to see you.”
“It won’t happen again,” he said softly.
“So you admit you wanted her to see you?”
“It wasn’t…I didn’t…” he shook his head in frustration. “I didn’t go over there with that intention, but then I got there and everything smelled like mint and Marinette always smells like mint and I’d just had this dream the night before and…well…”
“You decided to rub one out?”
He hung his head and didn’t reply.
“Show me.”
Chat Noir’s eyes shot up. “W-what?!”
“I want to see what you were doing last night.”
He licked his lips, face red. “You want to see me…touch myself?”
Ladybug nodded and then leaned back against a brick chimney. “Go on, Kitty. I’m waiting.”
He gaped at her. “I can’t! I’m not going to…”
“Ah, so it was just something you wanted Marinette to see?” When he didn’t respond, she continued. “Are you attracted to Marinette, Chat?”
“I’ve tried not to be,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, my Lady.”
Ladybug softened at the fallen expression on his face. She moved forward to take his hand. “You didn’t betray me if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Chat Noir shook his head. “I know. I know you don’t see me that way, but I still…I’m sorry.”
“Come on.” She tightened her grip on his hand and started across the rooftop.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going to get you out of that suit and do things properly.”
“What?!”
“You got me all worked up last night. I could hardly sleep, hoping you would come back for an encore performance.”
Chat Noir stopped in his tracks, pulling on their joined hands. “Wait.”
Ladybug grinned back at him. “Come on, Kitty. My bed is bound to be more comfortable than my lounger.”
“Marinette?!” he squeaked.
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