Chapter 4: Une Démangeaison Rayée | An Itch Scratched

He was suddenly engulfed in a wet, warm heat. The intense sensation from his cock overrode all other functions of his brain as he tried to process the pleasure. He could feel every dripping inch of her as he slid himself slowly out. She gripped him tighter with her walls, trying to keep him inside of her as long as possible. Answering her silent request, he drove himself into her again, this time faster and with more force. She could only squeak out a small moan as the feeling overwhelmed her loins. He picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster and faster. What began as a small flame inside her chest erupted into a blazing inferno, lust consuming every ounce of her strength. She pulled Chat forcefully into a deep kiss, rolling her hips with the motion of his. Working together, the feeling was amplified tenfold and caused them both to cry out. Breaking the kiss, Chat looked down at Ladybug, her face positively flushed with desire.

"I wonder…ah…who's gonna cum first?" he teased in between labored breaths.

"I…I…ohh…I'm close," she moaned. "T-Tell me how much…haah…tell me how much you want me…"

"So…so much for no romance…" he muttered, grinning a little to himself.

"S-shut up, I…I just need it…"

"Fine…" He pulled himself out, instead placing his open palm over Ladybug's entrance. She whimpered in protest, clearly hoping Chat would resume. Instead, however, he looked at her with an intense look and began to speak.

"I've wanted to fuck you ever since I saw you in that red suit. The way your ass moves, the way it clings to you in all the right places, it drives me fucking wild." As he spoke, he slipped one finger between her wet folds. She sighed in response, grateful for the stimulation.

"You have no idea the long nights I've spent dreaming about this little pussy bouncing up and down my dick. You've no idea how much I've cum thinking about it."

As his voice got more and more intense, he pumped a second finger into her. She writhed under his touch, her groin absolutely burning with desire. He could feel her walls pulse slightly. He knew she was close, and he was determined to do everything in his power to get her there.

"What a surprise it must be for you to find out, laying here naked for me, that I fucking love you."

Her eyes shot open. Before she even had a chance to properly process what he just said, he had entered her again and was thrusting with a vigor new to her. The emotional realization along with her cresting the physical peak was just enough to tip her over the edge. Chat could feel her walls clamp down on his cock as her body tensed. Her voice raised into a deep cry as she came, hard. Wetness engulfed both their hips as she released all over him. The sudden intensity did Chat in as well. Quickly, he pulled out of Ladybug and hastily flopped his cock onto her crotch. Quickly, he pulled the condom off in one smooth motion. With a strong grunt, the first shot of cum flew out of him and landed square across Ladybug's chest. As he continued to cum, he painted her naked body with thick, warm ropes. A bit even made it onto her face, a sudden burst of heat onto her already flushed self.

Both cat and bug stared deeply at each other. Lots had been set in motion now, and it took a minute for the realization to wash over them. Thankfully, Ladybug was already laying down or she would have fallen over backwards just as Chat, rather suddenly, proceeded to do. They both lay on the bed, a sticky, sweaty, but intensely satisfied mess of tangled bodies.

It was a comfortable moment for them both to share, both knowing that not only had they found someone who could take care of the longing their bodies felt, but someone who could truly understand dating a superhero. The bliss was broken, however, by the strange sensation of rapidly cooling cum pooling on Ladybug's body. Chat, realizing this, quickly sprung for Ladybug's strategically placed towel and carefully cleaned her off. She giggled a little, partly at how the fabric felt across her bare skin, but also at how dutiful he was in his cleaning. However, as sweet as it was, she also decided to commit the sight of it to memory, just to keep in her back pocket in case he got a little too full of himself. I'll only use it lovingly, of course, she thought.

Once the aftermath of their escapade had been cleared away (she made a mental note to give that towel a double wash later), Chat curled up next to her, wrapping one arm around her back and one across her chest, in a sort of protective way.

"You know…I really meant what I said earlier. It wasn't just an in the moment kind of thing," whispered Chat. Their faces were so close that there wasn't a need to speak loudly.

"I…I know. And you know…I feel the same way," she said, breathily. Looking into his striking green eyes, it was suddenly so difficult to talk. She ran her fingers through his matted blond hair, feeling a familiar wave of nervousness wash over her. That wasn't something she expected to feel in the arms of her partner. Chat took her intense gaze as a sign of romance, and moved close to kiss her. Ladybug placed a small, timid hand on his chest, a clear sign to hold on just a second.

"What's wrong? Is it too much?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Ladybug shook her head slightly, still staring deep into his strangely familiar eyes. With a shaky hand, she reached up and lightly grabbed the edges of Chat's mask. His breath hitched, finally clueing into her sudden tone shift. He offered no resistance as she slowly removed it. She let out a small gasp as she suddenly found herself face to face with the boy she'd dreamt about for years.

"Well…uh…this is…well…me…" he trailed off. She could feel the nervousness as his identity was revealed.

For Ladybug however, this was just what she wanted to see. To think that all the loving words, the caring touches, the electric feelings he gave her came from the one she wanted most- it put her at more ease than she had ever been. Anxiety replaced with a warm satisfaction, she removed her own mask, giving Adrien a good look at the face of his classmate.

It was his turn to stare agape. The cute girl in his class, the one who could make anyone feel welcome and cared for, the one always falling over herself to talk to him…was the confident, powerful Ladybug?

It was enough for him.

He pulled her into a deep kiss, bodies intertwined on the bed as they both sank into each other's comforting, welcome arms.

A lot of explaining was needed, but that could wait. Tonight was about each other.