Her hand landed on my cheek and I held it there for a while to remind me that she was real and not a figment of my hopeful imagination.

"I forgot to tell you yesterday," she said, her smooth hand caressing my skin, "that I love you too, Chat. I always had."

My mind went blank.

⏸(II) ⏭(>>I) The rest of this chapter is NOT suitable for sensitive minds and eyes under the age of 16.

I kissed Marinette on the lips forcefully, pushing my body towards hers and slowly grinding my lower region on her sensitive spot.

She moaned in my mouth while I stripped her shirt and pants off, leaving her in her bra and underwear. I skimmed my fingers over her smooth skin that was now shivering from my touch. She said that she loves me. She loves me!

I then stopped kissing her for a few seconds to study her fully: I stared at her lips, neck, bra... I could not stop the images running through my mind, begging for her to say those three words again and again. I love you, I thought, your body, mind and heart— you're so beautiful and I love you limitlessly.

I wanted to show her my love. I wanted to satisfy her and make her feel complete. I wanted her to see our future through my eyes. But all she wanted at that moment was for me to make love with her, which was a thousand times better than 'just sex' so I was going to give it to her.

I stripped my own shirt and pants before playing with the strap of Marinette's bra.

I asked, "Permission—?"

"Granted," she breathed immediately, knowing beforehand that I was already going to ask.

"Marinette," I spoke in a concerned matter, "I'm serious. I don't think I'll be stopping this time."

"Don't," she replied, "you and I both know that we'll be together, no matter what. I want you to make me yours, Chat."

I unclasped her bra and pulled it off, immediately circling my palms over her naked breasts. She moaned each time I squeezed and whimpered when I licked the skin above her nipple. I needed more.

Marinette moved her hand across my chest near my sensitive part which turned the sensation of sparks into frantic lightning. I groaned angrily, pinning her arms above her head. Me first.

I kissed her stomach next, making my way down to her navel. I pinched the rim of her underwear with my fingers and paused. I hadn't gotten this far with Marinette before (or anyone for that matter). What if I do something wrong during the moment? What if I mess up?

"Get a towel for me, Chat," she said suddenly.

I widened my eyes in surprise from her reaction to my hesitation.

"A towel?" I asked curiously as if to say 'Are you thinking of doing it in the shower?'.

She told me that she did not want to 'mess her bed'. I didn't need further explanation: I ran down the steps from the floor of Marinette's bed and made my way to her cupboard (after weeks of visits in her room, I had quite a few ideas of where her things were). I grabbed a pink towel before switching off the light and following my footsteps back to where I came, letting the trapdoor moonlight guide me.

I spread out Marinette's towel from under her legs by asking her to lift her lower body for me. At first, I could tell she thought of my sentence in a much different way as she was blushing heavily. I chuckled at her cute expression as she did what I asked.

"Now I'm ready," Marinette said, tightening the scarf around her head.

I decided not to immediately take her undergarment off, but to take a different turn— I started rubbing over the material between Marinette's legs where her clit was with my finger, which managed to turn her on.

"Cha— OH, CHAT~~" she shouted.

A pleasant knot appeared in my stomach at her delighted scream. I wasn't even rubbing her hard but she was still squirming. I took my other hand and held down her leg. It somewhat stopped her from moving too much, but she was still breathing heavily. I hesitated for a second and she shouted, "D-don't stop!"

I rubbed harder and just a bit faster. Her yells were continuous, pleading. The material started to get wet and I was contemplating whether to just take her now.

I slipped my hand in her undergarment slowly and cautiously until I felt her opening. Marinette spread her legs out further to indicate that I should carry on before I slipped my finger inside of her, wriggling it around her walls.

"AAHHH, CHAT! Oh, yes— AH~~"

She arched her back, yelling loudly with her mouth a gape. Was this what an orgasm felt like? Woah, I had no idea. Marinette shouted in ecstasy, gripping the sheets desperately as I fingered her. I went in and out, up and down and in circles. I slipped another finger in and she begged for more. I licked my lips hungrily at her reaction. My fingers were soaked.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stripped her underwear off of her, discarding the material on the floor below. I squeezed each of my hands on Marinette's knees and spread her legs apart as wide as they could go.

Before I could stop myself, my head was between her legs and I was licking. Her. Out.

"CCHAATT NOOIIRR!!!" Marinette screamed, gripping my hair as I spread her legs out further, "THAT FEELS SOO GOOODD!! AAAHHH!"

I remember sucking and licking, sucking and licking continuously, desperately. Oh, how I hated that she was wearing a blindfold. I wanted her to see my head between her legs, my mouth on her soft spot, sucking her right there.

"OOOHH, CHAT I'M GONNA~~"

I removed my mouth from Marinette's clit before she came over the towel (thank goodness we thought ahead of time). I reached for my pocket and took out one of the condoms— I have to hand it to Théo: his present to me came in handy after all.

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Woah...