Where the attempts to make him stay actually made him stay.
Reader discretion is advised, this whole piece is sexual.

Chat Noir let out a sigh, signaling his giving up. "Do you have a handkerchief or something?"

"A handkerchief?"

"If you want to continue this you have to follow through with my kinks, okay?" Chat smirked and Marinette rolled her eyes, fixing her shirt and shorts as she stood. She went down to her closet, looking through some clothes before going back upstairs to join Chat in her bed.

"Will a scarf work?" Chat's miraculous gave its last reminder beep, Chat taking the fabric.

"It's perfect, turn around." Chat brought himself to the edge of Marinette's bed and he put his hands to her hips, leading her to sit on his lap. The leather felt cool and slick on her legs as her vision was now blocked. "Can you see?"

"Not at all." Chat chuckled and brought his hands around her belly and under her shirt, cupping her breasts and kneading them gently.
"That's good." He said huskily as he started to sponge kisses on the nape of her neck. Marinette turned her head to the side, allowing him more room to place his kisses as the miraculous gave its final beep before completely wearing off. Chat's transformation disappeared, the cool feel of the leather was replaced by warm flannel pants and clawed hands were exchanged for warm hands.

"You're a savage, you know that?" Plagg commented, floating before the two of them.

"I blame you." Adrien shrugged and the cat kwami rolled its eyes before disappearing off to where Tikki was in Marinette's bedroom. "Shall we continue?" Adrien gave Marinette's breasts a gentle squeeze, his own desire spiking as he felt her warmth under the touch of his skin. Leather on skin was a unique sensation, but skin to skin was something that couldn't be beat. Adrien pressed his lips Marinette's neck hungrily, groaned as he reveled on how smooth and warm she was. He brought his hands down from her breasts and to her hips once more, feeling the hem of her shorts and the shape to her hips, making her stand.

"Chat?" Marinette asked quietly as she stood. Adrien stood with her and stood before her, pressing up against her and possessing her mouth with his tongue. Marinette's arms crawled up a baggy shirt and around his neck, her hands finding his hair and running her fingers through it. The ear accessories were gone and it was just Adrien and Marinette, however she didn't know. Adrien held her close, his hands following the curve of her back and settling on her bottom, giving the cheeks a good kneading and a generous squeeze, feeling his desire well in his groin area.

Leather no longer constricted him and Adrien felt much less pressure on his erection, a bulge that was pressing up against Marinette's thigh. Although Marinette's mind was filled with pleasure, she didn't know half of the stuff she was doing as her hands trailed down his chest, feeling the toned muscles through his thin shirt. Her fingers bumped into the hem of his fuzzy flannel pajama pants and continued, until her fingers bumped into the thick warmth. Adrien hissed and Marinette flinched, jerking her hand back.

"C-Chat, I-I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" She quietly apologized, looking up at him even though her sight was restricted. Adrien let out a groan and started to push her towards the bed, the backs of her knees bumping into the edge of the bed and making her fall back into the bed. Her expression still contained concern and Adrien couldn't help but love the view before him.

Marinette had her hands up to her chest, holding her shirt up for him. Although Marinette was hesitant at first, boldness and need took over, desperate for his attention. Adrien let out a deep groan before he straddled her again, biting her neck gently.

"You're beautiful." He murmured against her neck while one free hand went to her thighs. The sensations where all the more different now, Adrien being able to feel the increasing heat as his hand gained closer. He slipped his hand between her thighs and rubbed against the material, his fingertips feeling the warmth she was providing. It was dangerous and calling out to him. "Mari?" He growled against her lips now.

"Y-Yeah?" She stammered breathlessly.

"You're okay with this, right?" He breathed and she nodded tiredly. "I need you to speak Marinette." He murmured. She let out a shuddered sigh.

"Chat..." She whined and Adrien pulled away from her, humming slightly.

"Marinette, I need verbal confirmation." His voice was deep and husky, but behind that was Adrien's sincerity and concern for her. Marinette's hands felt their way up his chest and to cup his cheeks, bringing him down for a gentle kiss.

"Chat, I'm okay." She whispered and Adrien let out a relieved sigh.

"Thank you princess." He peppered soft pecks round her face. "If I hurt you... please do let me know." Desire coursed like liquid fire through Adrien but he couldn't bear the thought of possibly hurting her.

"I will." She said and Adrien wished more than anything that he could look into her crystalline blue eyes when she said that. However he knew better than to remove her scarf from around her eyes, so instead he just gently kissed her forehead, thanking her softly.

Adrien began to work on sponging kisses all over, not being able to get enough of her body. The body warmth that Marinette provided made Adrien more feral, wanted to be anything but gentle to her. His hands followed the curves of her porcelain body, back down to her hips.

Marinette always knew the alternative name for a woman's hips were 'love handles' but she never really knew why. She also never had the guts to ask without someone getting the wrong idea. It wasn't until now that she realized why they were called that way.

Marinette was prey to Adrien's heated touch and taste, a mess of gasps and whimpers as he gripped her hips lovingly kneading and pressing against her. When his hand slipped in between her thighs and rubbed against her sensitivity, she rocked against his touch a soft moan escaped through her lips.

The heat was rising horribly and Adrien couldn't help but love it, with the mix of response he was getting from her. Marinette couldn't keep still until his fingers swept under her panty string. Her body trembled under his touch and as he passed one slim finger down the wetness, she lost it.

Casually quits on this.