Worth The Wait - Chat Noir x Fem!Reader

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE - Sweet Death

This is mine. And I'm yours.

Word Count: 4014

Warning: slight primal kink, biting, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, body worship, heavy angst, handcuffs, fluff

There was something sugary about the curve of her smile, sinister in the way her face sweetly turned to look down at him. His knees dug uncomfortably into the marble floor at her feet and Chat nearly shivered from the thoughts Rena inspired. His unforgiving pose was his choice; he needed a reminder to wake him from thinking he was safe.

It was easy to forget when she looked at him like he was her world. Chat took a breath that rattled deep in his leather-clad chest, steeling himself for resisting her. His wrists were rubbed raw from fighting the metal on his wrists. He needed reprieve from these handcuffs.

"I've learned my lesson," Chat spoke gently after minutes of compliant silence, his voice raspy at the edges as he lied.

"Have you?" Her gloved fingers drummed against the armrest of her throne with a poorly disguised interest.

Chat nodded silently, blonde hair falling messily in front of his masked green eyes. He gestured with his handcuffed hands. "Can you take these off?"

"Only if you behave." Rena gave him a pointed look, completely unconvinced.

"Oh, come on," Chat sighed, nonchalantly tilting his head back with a sly look. His voice was almost honeyed, smooth and husky with seduction. "You know I've been a good kitty."

Rena stood from the seat of her throne slowly and stalked over to him, maintaining a steady eye contact that nearly made him squirm with the thought that she saw through him. Her eyes lowered over his body to study his demeanor, relishing the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Rena stood in front of him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What made you change your mind?" Rena asked gently, her tone full of suspicion.

Chat shrugged. "Maybe it was your love and dedication, hearing everything you did for me."

Her eyebrow cocked. "Was it?"

A bead of sweat gathered at his temple and he swallowed his fear. "Yes," he whispered unblinkingly, keeping his tone even.

Her boots were in front of his knees. Her hand gently ran down the curve of his cheek, two of her fingers firmly planting into the soft skin to raise his chin. Even through her gloves her skin exuded the cold burrowed in her heart. Too long under her touch and Chat feared he'd become as unflinchingly cold a killer as she was.

"Don't lie to me, Adrien." Her voice was soft.

"I don't want to." His eyebrows softened, painting shame across his features. That much was true.

Her thumb traced strangely comforting circles into his pinkened cheek. "You're remarkably well behaved. What are you planning?"

"Nothing." The lie burned in his throat. Chat shifted his face, letting her fingers brush against his lips in the lightest kiss.

Her face shifted into a pleased expression. Her fingers traced the line of his spine to the small of his back where his hands leaned against the lock that kept them binded. Slowly, the ice within her was thawing. Chat cursed that he'd be the reason the winter returned.

"Say 'please'," Rena simpered as she settled back into the rigid confines of her throne, lips twitching into a slight smirk.

"Please," Chat breathed in a voice just above a whisper, his voice a purr.

"I love it when you listen to me." Her smirk widened and she whispered the command, letting blue energy wash over him and seep into the lock. He felt the soft click as the metal gave way.