Well... I wrote that apparently. I have a friend who's gonna see this and question me But you know, the prompt made me want to try something new

Marinette plopped down on her chaise, a low squeak reminding her of how old it was… or maybe that was just the floor. The damn floor. She swore it would creek and snap just by looking at it. As annoying as it was, it would've been silly to reject such a nice apartment over noisy floorboards.

She looked around her bedroom and smiled. It was nice to see some of her old furniture, it was a comforting reminder of home. She had decided it was smarter to bring her chaise and one part of her double desk to the new place. Whichever guests stayed in her room from now on wouldn't miss them. She did, however, have a new bed and mattress. Something that was offered to her a little too quickly by a certain someone. Not that she would blame him. Speaking of which, there was only one thing that could make her new apartment better.

Scratch scratch scratch

Marinette half turned to her balcony. "Who's there~?"

"A very hungry kitty~"

Marinette giggled and hopped over to the glass door. She unlocked it and slid it open, attacking the man in front of her with a hug. "Hi, Kitty!" She rose up on her toes and kissed him until he melted into her touch.

Chat Noir chuckled as they separated. "'Who' indeed."

Marinette snorted. "Did you just say 'indeed'?"

"Indeed, I did.'

She slapped his arm and grinned, "I hate you."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, earning a hum from the princess. "I beg to differ."

"Why do you sound like a broken record? As in records, those things we don't use anymore- unless you're a dj."

"Sorry, I'm readjusting to being with you again."

"What?"

"I can't imagine the future without you~"

Marinette rolled her eyes, "So if you can't imagine a future with a fashion designer, you become old-fashioned?"

Chat Noir tapped her nose. "I knew you'd get it."

Her eyes gleamed as she kissed him again… and again, and again. "I missed you."

He advanced towards her until she fell back onto the chaise, "I haven't seen you since Valentine's Day."

Marinette tugged on his bell, the sound of the zipper gliding down his torso lighting a flame in both of their eyes. "I thought you insisted on gifting that mattress to me was for a reason," she gestured towards the bed beside them, much larger than the chaise.

"I had no ulterior motives in getting it for you other than helping you move out of your parents' place."

"In other words, having a place where privacy was certain?" Marinette flicked his bell, now resting near his hips.

Chat shrugged the suit off of his shoulders. "That's a plus," he leaned forward and kissed her before kneeling beside her, "actually, I wanted to try something."

Marinette cocked an eyebrow, "Like what?"

Falling on all fours he whispered in her ear. "I need to be punished," he wiggled his hips.

She blinked at him. Now, Marinette wasn't one to judge… but she wasn't quite sure how to respond. On one hand, how could she say no to anything involving the ass she'd spent years catching glances at like it was earning her money? On the other hand… said hand was going to be repeatedly-

"Uh," Marinette blushed,"why?"

Chat Noir knelt down again, his eyes hooded and mesmerizing, "I haven't been able to control myself lately. I kept thinking about you at the worst times, and it'd show. You have no idea how many times I had to hide until I calmed down. Cleary, I don't know discipline."

Marinette hummed as Chat's groove started to seep into her. "I'd love to, but I'm afraid I have no experience in that department."

He looked off to the side. "Well, all you have to do is, er… s-spank… me, ehehehe."

She chuckled. "If you can barely say it I'm wondering if we really should."

"No, no! I really want it!"

"'Really', huh?"

"Mari!" Chat pouted.

"Sorry, I guess even you can be teased too much," Marinette reached into the pocket of her shorts to retrieve her phone, "we can watch a video if you want. So I can learn how to do it properly?"

"Sure…" Chat watched her type into the search engine, "It's not like it's dangerous or anything, Princess. I'd forgive you if you hit me too hard~" he winked.

"Yes, but it's not only about that, Kitty. Pleasure is a factor, right?" She winked back, "here's one that looks promising."

Chat Noir blushed awkwardly as the video started to play. He shifted and brought his legs out from under him as he sat down closer to Marinette. The instructor was demonstrating many different options; as Chat noted when he looked down at his lap, he seemed to approve.

Seconds after the video ended, Chat blurted, "So, where do you want me?"

Marinette stood up, "Maybe you could lay down right here?"

He nodded, turning to drape himself over the chaise.

Marinette thought to the beginning of the video, leaning forward to peer at him and placing her hand on Chat Noir's back. "Are you comfortable?"

He giggled adorably in response.

She smiled, "It's a serious question, Kitty."

"Yes, Princess."

"And your safeword?"

"Hmm… 'Claws'."

"Claws?"

"Like.. watch the claws!"

"Got it."

Marinette positioned herself behind him and started to pull the rest of Chat's suit down to his knees. She rested her hand on his right ass cheek, he shivered under her touch.

After a few seconds of silence, Chat glanced back, "Technically, you've slapped my ass before."

"This is different…"

"I could help you along."

"What do you mean?"

"Impact play isn't as rear as you thin- Eeep!"

Marinette tried not to laugh. "Geez, I didn't hit you that hard."

"You surprised me!"

"Well then consider that a warning," she cupped her hand, sweeping it upward against his ass a couple of times before picking up a rhythm.

Chat moaned and bit his lip. He sighed as Marinette stopped to stroke him.

She lifted her hand again, opened flat; Chat gasped in anticipation.

SMACK

"Ah!" he squirmed, his hips lifting from the seat.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Chat Noir groaned. After three strikes, each harder than the last, she would move and start the cycle again. It wasn't until she went between his buttocks and upper thigh that he started to moan loudly.

"Ahhey, give- ah~ me something to- AH~ bite down on- AH!"

Marinette paused. "You want a gag?"

Chat looked back with a smirk. "Unless you'd rather I bite you~"

"Hmm.. tempting, tempting," Marinette looked around the room, "I don't have anything- well… I doubt you'll like this…"

Marinette walked over to her desk and brought a ball of yarn from underneath it. She came around the chaise in front of Chat Noir's face and presented it. He immediately opened his mouth. When she placed it between his jaws he bit down on it, growling and purring as he thrust against the seat.

"Not so fast, Chaton," Marinette scratched his chin, "I'm not finished with you yet."

He moaned in approval.

She circled him and rubbed circles on his ass, "Don't hesitate to take it out of your mouth if you've had enough, though."

He nodded, shaking his hips impatiently.

She chuckled, giving him a good five smacks, "Don't rush me, Kitty."

Chat Noir's cry was muffled, his back arching backwards.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK-

Marinette quickened her pace, he got louder.

SMACKSMACKSMACK

She began rubbing him again. His skin was warm and smooth. She gave his ass a squeeze, earning a soft mew, before removing the ball from his mouth.

"So, have you learned your lesson, then?"

Chat Noir stared at the ground, panting. After a few moments with out a response, Marinette's face fell. She rushed to his side, cupping his face.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm more than ok," Chat finally answered, grinding desperately, "how about you try my belt now?"

"What?!"

"More~"

"You've lost your mind and you're about to lose your ability to walk."

"I know," he grinned.

Marinette shook her head, looking around the room again. Then she remembered the ceiling had a bar that used to divide the room with a curtain.

"I have an idea. Get up."

Chat Noir eagerly obeyed. She took his hand and walked him to the center of the room, he waddled along with the suit still around his knees. After grabbing a long strip of material from a drawer, she returned to him and looped it over the bar. "Give me your wrists."

He bit his lip and let her tie his wrists together. She tugged on the fabric, raising his arms above his head. After tying the rest of the fabric to the bed frame, she started to pull her shirt over her head.

Marinette stepped out of her shorts, leaving her bra and panties on. "How's this?"

His eyes, scanning her hungrily, spoke for him.

She bent down and grabbed his tail to unbuckle it. Standing up she walked around to his backside and tested a swing, careful not to be too forceful.

THWACK

"OH~"

THWACK

"AH-again…"

THWACK THWACK THWACK

Not much later, Chat Noir was rocking back and forth. She knew he wouldn't last long. Marinette reached around him and started pumping his shaft.

"Marinette! GGgckk."

"You thought you'd be able to last longer, didn't you?"

"Y-you're cruel- fuck!"

She grabbed his waist and started to move her body with his. Marinette dropped the belt and reached her other hand around to fondle his sack. He whimpered. Peppering kisses along his back, her self-control finally broke.

Marinette let him go and walked in front of him, grabbing the bow around his wrists. "Who am I kidding?"

As soon as his hands were loose he grabbed her face and kissed it viciously. He pressed against her and she groaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. Chat pushed her back lightly onto the bed as he stepped out of his boots and kicked his suit to the side. He pulled Marinette's underwear off and knelt in between her legs. She brought a box of condoms up from the side of the bed.

"Getting a bed frame for me that so happened to have drawers built in was so conveniently coincidental I'm assuming?"

Chat tore the packaging open and rolled the condom over his cock. "It saves space!" He opened her thighs wider and sank into her with ease, "Oh my God."

Marinette laughed, "You weren't the only one enjoying yourself."

He smiled and kissed her, thrusting his hips back and forth. She quickly moved to meet him, catching the old rhythm they had missed so much over the months. A bite to her neck, fingers through his hair, two enchanted pairs of eyes staring into each other like a dew-sprinkled meadow reflecting off of a lake. Their fingers intertwined just as their voices did and they collapsed. They were home.

"It's been… far too long," Chat Noir found his voice first, though it was husky.

"I know, how did we survive?"

"I told you, I didn't. Just the other day I was with my friends, I had to stay seated at the table for a second because I'd been thinking about you again."

"Hey, I was with my friends a few day ago, too!"

"Er, oh I mean it could've been months ago for all I remember…" Chat Noir frowned, spitting a blow of air and reaching his hand up to his mouth to pick something from his tongue. He held out his finger and found a tiny thread of pink yarn.

Marinette laughed into her hand. "I knew it'd be a bad idea."

"I'm gonna be picking these out for the next few days…"

She laughed harder.

Chat groaned, placing a hand on his ass. He felt a throbbing like his heart had moved to his backside.

Marinette sat up, grabbing Chat's hip and peering behind him. She cringed. "Oooh… I think I might've gotten out of- oh shit…"

"Out of hand?"

"I walked right into that one…"

"I love it when you belt out some puns."

"And I love it when you choose your next words carefully," she stared at him, "that's what I thought. You're gonna need something to treat that."

"Nah, I'll live-ouch.. I'd rather just go to sleep now," Chat burrowed into the sheets, "night."

"I hate it when you sleep your way out of-"

A soft snore escaped Chat's lips. He was already asleep.

"How do you even do that?" Marinette studied his gentle face, "sometimes I wish you didn't have to wear that mask."

She kissed his forehead, "Goodnight, Kitty."

"Chat?" Marinette felt along the mattress, eyes still closed with fatigue. She didn't find anything but a warm, empty space. Opening her eyes she searched her surroundings. "Tikki, did Chat Noir leave or is he in the bathroom?"

Her kwami flew out from her hiding spot, "Yes, he left, but it was recently."

Marinette's fingers dig into the sheets beside her, "I can tell." She let her head fall back onto the pillow, "Stupid cat, he left before I could give him some balm. He's gonna have a difficult day."

Tikki giggled, "That's not all it's about, Marinette. You just hate it when he leaves," she stroked Marinette's hair.

"Can you blame me?"

"No," Tikki crooned, "but you know, this wouldn't happen if you let him reveal his identity and move in."

"Tikki! As someone who insisted on secrecy so much, you're not making this easy."

"Well, if you're going to have a relationship, I think it's a lot healthier that way. And… I have a good feeling about Chat Noir."

Marinette sighed dreamily. "Yeah, me too, Tikki."

Adrien leaned against the brick wall, wincing. "Nope, that too. Dammit nothing's comfortable."

"I think it serves you right, I had to be there for all of that against my will!" Plagg frowned from inside Adrien's shirt.

"You should've just closed your eyes," Adrien blushed.

"And cut off my ears. You sounded like a goat."

Adrien grumbled.

"... and sometimes a seagull."

"Plagg!" Adrien shoved the kwami deeper into his shirt.

"Hey, man," Nino waved from a few feet away. He came up to hug Adrien, "dude, are you ok? You look like there's a squirrel trapped in your underwear."

Adrien raised an eyebrow, straining a smile. "Awfully specific…"

"Iron Giant? Wait, is there a squirrel in your pants?!"

"No, I just- I slept wrong."

"Huh… ok…"

Alya came running from down the block, tackling Nino with a hug from behind. "Hey, Nino! Hi, Adrien!"

Adrien leaned forward to hug Alya and kiss her cheeks. "Hey, Al."

She stepped back and made a face, "Is there a wasp in your shoe or something?"

"What is it with you two and animals in my clothes?" Adrien massaged his face, trying to look as casual as possible. He obviously wasn't composing himself well enough.

"Sorry, Tiger, you just don't look well-"

"Geez," Marinette appeared beside them, "are you hiding a ghost pepper in your mouth?" she put her hand on Adrien's forehead. "You don't have a fever."

Adrien sighed, "I'm fine. My back hurts and I'm a little tired."

Marinette frowned, "If you don't feel up to hanging out today we can reschedule."

He smiled genuinely. "It's alright, Mari, I'm sure I'll forget it in no time."

"Ok, but I'm keeping my eye on you, Mister," Marinette took his hand and walked with him as the group made its way to a cafe.

"You two should totally be dating," Alya smirked at them.

"Alya-"

"We're not ready quite yet, Al. Don't worry, we'll talk about it on our own time," Adrien winked at Marinette.

Marinette's eyebrows furrowed, "Adrien…"

He lowered his voice, "It's ok, I know you aren't interested in me, Mare."

"I-it's not that…"

Adrien raised his eyebrows and decided to take a risk. "Secret boyfriend?"

She stared at him.

"Your secret is safe with me," he smiled.

The bell above the glass door jingled as they stepped into the cafe. Nino and Alya slid into a booth, Marinette did the same on the opposite side. Adrien cleared his throat when the others stared at him. He lowered himself slowly, grimacing as he took his seat subtly rubbing his jeans. But not subtle enough.

Marinette watched him, lips pursed in thought. "You said it was your back?"

"Uh huh…" Adrien didn't meet her eyes. He scrunched his face, sticking his tongue out to pluck out a thread of yarn.

Her eyes widened. She turned away from Adrien and was suddenly very interested in the menu. The items she read went ignored as she peeked at him. A light blush colored his face. He kept fidgeting with the waistband of his jeans. Marinette's eyes sparkled mischievously.

She grazed the side of his jeans, a faux serious expression on her face. "Are your jeans too tight here?"

Adrien flinched, trying to suppress his snarl. "Uh, y-yeah something like that."

"I can help you with that," she grinned.

He smiled slowly, raising an eyebrow at her. "Are you flirting with me?" he whispered, "won't your boyfriend mind?"

"And you get mad at me for suggesting you date!" Alya was leaning back in her seat, peering under the table.

Marinette moved her hand away. "W- I was-"

"Checking the seams. There's a tiny hole where it's getting worn," he looked her in the eye, "she was explaining something to me."

Alya blinked at them, unimpressed. She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Ok, come on Nino, I need to… go out and make a call but I forgot my phone-"

"You?"

"-so I need to borrow your phone."

Nino scratched his head, pulling out his phone for her. "You can just take i-"

Alya stomped on his toes and widened her eyes.

"OW-ohh right, you don't know my password, let me go with you…"

Nino got up and walked with Alya to the outside of the cafe.

Adrien and Marinette stared in silence.

"...she doesn't know his password?" Adrien tilted his head.

Marinette shook her head. "You don't get it, do you?"

He looked at her. "That's not the only thing I don't get."

She smiled awkwardly. "Ah, sorry I… I got out of hand?" she raised her eyes expectantly.

He held her gaze for a moment, then shrugged. "No need to apologize really… I can't deny that I like it when you flirt. But I thought you implied earlier that you were seeing someone?"

Marinette squinted at him, leaning forward. "Would you like to meet him?"

He waved his hand quickly, "No, no, no, I don't think I should."

"Well, then relax. Trust me, he'll understand that I'm just helping a friend."

"Does he know you're this friendly?" Adrien challenged her by leaning forward as well.

Marinette huffed impatiently. "He should. Especially considering how friendly he was after calling himself a 'Friendly Neighborhood Cat'."

Adrien snickered. "You're dating a cat? Wait, like Chat Noir?!"

Marinette sucked her teeth. "You're trying to annoy me, aren't you?"

He batted his eyelashes innocently, "What do you mean?"

"You had this coming…"

"Had wha- waitwaitwait-" Adrien giggled, twisting away from Marinette's tickling fingers. He leaned back and hissed as he fell on his haunches.

"I told you to let me give you the stupid ointment, Kitty."

Adrien froze. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again. "You've been messing with me?!"

"Finally," Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, "You're so dense!"

Adrien laughed, "So I've been told."

"I was being so obvious!"

"In my defense, there's no knowing with you."

"You didn't really think I was cheating on you, did you?" Marinette smiled, though her eyes were apologetic.

"No, but it was way flirtier than I- you know as, well, me- have seen you. I was trying not to enjoy it because I didn't know that you knew, and I was busy trying to figure out what was up," Adrien sighed, taking her hands from his shoulders, "but it was impossible. It felt like a fantasy. Marinette, there's nothing I've wanted more than to take you on a date, like this."

"I know, Chaton, I know," Marinette dug her fingers into his hair and touched her nose to his, "oh, don't cry, Adrien…"

"You know! You finally know! I wanna go on more dates…"

"We will."

"I want to tell everyone..."

"We will!"

"I want to move in with you!"

Marinette pressed her lips against his, "Yes!"

"But also my ass is on fire right now-"

Marinette burst into laughter, "Way to ruin the moment. Ok, let's go to my place so I can help you," she nudged him to get up.

"Not yet, we can't just stroll out of the cafe and tell our friends we're going home together. We haven't even eaten yet…"

Marinette's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she looked behind Adrien. "Speaking of which…"

Adrien whipped his head around to find the waiter standing awkwardly. "Uh, are you two ready to order?"

"How long have you been there?"

That was difficult to sit through Please review, tell me what you think! And by all means make some noIce art because I could only doodle, oOOoh id love that