Can't Resist This || MariChat

⚠️ F i v e || U n t h i n k a b l e ⚠️

(WARNING: THE '⚠️' MEANS THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TRIGGER WORTHY SUBJECTS. THIS INCLUDES SIN, SELF-HARM, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND/OR VIOLENCE).

Marinette was prepared to be finished with her life, yet she refused to resort to smoking. Instead, this bluenette decided to go to her local bar and drink away her problems, believing alcohol was the solution. Besides, she was twenty-one years old and allowed to get drunk, but she had to be cautious not to get too drunk and avoid leaving her shot glasses unattended.

She strolled into the pub, utilizing her ID to get inside of the building. Marinette glanced at an enormous crowd that swarmed a blonde, female stripper who was blatantly seducing the pole she was occupied with. The lustful horde eyed the woman as if she was a gigantic chocolate bar in a candy store, making the bluenette roll her eyes and redirect her course to the nearest bartender.

"Could I have two shots of Samuel Adams?" She asked politely and the bartender nodded in response, the bags under his eyes presenting an exhausted facial expression— it was clear he desired to go home.

"Thanks," Marinette gave him a warm smile, chugging down the shots immediately. She felt a figure approach behind her and she glanced back in slight fear, praying it was someone she knew. To her relief, it was Paris' infamous hero, Chat Noir.

"Oh, hey." She stated cooly as she drank, Chat raising an eyebrow with modest surprise.

"Mari, you drink too? Man, rejection sucks." Chat ordered three shots of Samuel Adams.

"How did you know I got rejected?" Marinette queried in sudden bewilderment.

"Well, I may or may not have seen you looking upset. Plus, I saw a boy walking in the opposite direction." He shrugged, requesting four more shots.

"Stalker," she muttered to herself, commissioning five shots.

"Woah, woah. Is this a contest?" Chat chuckled and in response, it was Marinette's turn to shrug.

"Maybe. That depends if you wanna make it a contest, Kitten." She winked at the feline.

Chat's eyes clouded with competitiveness and they both went through at least ten rounds of shots which led them to pass out next to each other on a nearby couch for a few hours. At around two a.m., everyone was beginning to get tipsy, but most were already drunk. Slow dances were more frequent, an influx of couples were making out on the walls; everything was becoming crazier.

Chat woke up first followed by Marinette gently stirring awake. "Mari, forgive me." Her eyes snapped completely open, indicating her confusion.

"I'm horny," he mumbled, putting one of his hands on her waist. At first, she was speechless, clueless how to respond, but in a matter of seconds, she crashed her lips against his.

In the midst of their kiss, another slow song came on. An additional wave of couples and most likely one-night stands occupied the walls of the tavern, leading Chat to pull Marinette onto the dance floor. They felt intimacy blossom during the duration of the dance and it was as if something abruptly, but satisfyingly clicked in between them.

"Let's have a bit of.. 'fun,' shall we?" Chat's competitive nature evolved into a gradual, lustful awakening. Marinette didn't resist as she reciprocated the same desires as the hero; the blond haired male advanced to the bartender without hesitance and asked, "Do you guys have any remaining 'private' rooms?" The bartender frowned, but pointed to one of the visibly unoccupied rooms.

"C'mon, Princess." Chat licked his lips with vivid sexual desire and carried her into the room. He ensured to lock the door behind them and he swiftly pulled down her pants, pinning her against the bed.

"I'm ready to endure your entire length, Chaton~." She allowed for him to undo his suit, mentally preparing herself.

Soon enough, lust filled moans encased the room and their virginities were being lost. The sexual intensity was turned to the maximum and sweat ran down their faces, ardor overtaking their thoughts.

"Oh my— you're so tight~." Chat panted, continuously thrusting into the petite female. Marinette gripped onto the bed, ecstasy clouding her overall consciousness.

"I-I can't believe I'm losing my virginity to the famous Chat Noir~." She moaned softly in reply, her bluebell eyes rolling back in rapture.

"We should do this more often," Chat whispered into her ear, his promptly irresistible voice sending pleasurable shivers down her spine.

"C-Chat, I-I'm gonna~!" She squeezed her eyes shut and felt her warm fluids run down her trembling thighs.

"M-Me too~!" Chat gave his final and irrevocable thrust, uncontrollably releasing his warm cum inside of Marinette.

They both collapsed on the bed, clearly exhausted. Although, that wasn't until Chat suggested a better idea instead of going to sleep.

"Want to go for another round~?"

(A/N: I literally do not understand how I could've written this when I was thirteen. Man, I was damn horny, but I sure as hell didn't know how to write. I'm sorry for everyone's suffering).