Cats Meow in the Night [Black Cat x Moon Knight] [One-Shot]

Synopsis: Felicity Hardy planned on stealing the keys to the British Museum from a timid-looking man by seducing him. Having got him right where she wanted him, she found more than expected.

[Black Cat x Moon Knight]

Creation of MsSquirtle
Aided by MrPlotThickens

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London, British Museum.

Clocking off work, Steven Grant nervously scanned his key card on the new security doors that the museum had installed after the last incident, where a couple of thieves decided to blow the iron doors to a part of the museum.

He said goodbye to the night guard and left work. Today, he was happy, humming as he skipped down the steps. He was jittery but looking forward to his date.

“Steven!”

A melodious voice called out. There, right at the edge of the steps, a platinum blond, green-eyed beauty was waiting for him.

“H-hi! Felicity!” he ran down the last few steps.

Steven couldn’t believe his luck. Every morning when he went to work from a week ago, he saw this beautiful woman sitting in the same bus. He could see her look at him occasionally and noticed how charming she looked in her professional suit. Her short black skirt and low-buttoned white shirt left little to the imagination. Her glasses and platinum blond hair tied up made her look bright and strict.

Steven never thought he could gain the courage to go up and talk to her, but an argument with Marc caused a slight stumble right onto the bus floor in front of her feet.

Felicity chuckled and helped him up; her smile charmed him even more. They both started chatting and low and behold, he got a first date! Steven noticed that she had an American accent and had been recently transferred here for some work.

“Sorry, you-you had to wait for me,” he muttered as he approached her.

“Don’t worry about it,” Felicity approached him, strutting her high-heeled kitten shoes.

With every clack of her shoes on the ground, Steven could feel pangs of nervousness in his heart.

She was beautiful with her red lips, wearing a loose, low-cut little black dress, a string of white pearls, a white unbuttoned cardigan, black stockings and black shoes. It looked effortlessly elegant but still accentuated her curves.

Steven escorted her to a casual dinner, and they chatted for hours, seemingly enjoying each other’s company. Felicity kept asking Steven about his life and his work. He was fascinated since, for the first time, someone actually seemed interested in him.

“So… Steven…” Felicity held her chin in her hand, leaning slightly on the table.

Steven could see the beautiful unrestrained valley hidden under her loose collar, causing him to flush and stutter. The material of her dress hung dangerously low as the pearls rolled into the opening.

“Ye-yeah? Yes!? Yes?”

“It’s getting late. Should we head somewhere more… private?” She asked.

Her smile was so seductive Steven couldn’t even think straight, “Right... W-Where? I-I know a place, a-a bar! That opens un-until morning… I… I’m off work tomorrow.”

Felicity quickly placed a finger on his lips. Steven’s eyes widened, a bit startled, forced to stop his stuttering.

“How about your place? I’m staying in a company dorm. There’s too many people.”

Steven’s eyes contracted. That means, that means… She, I... We’re going…

Marc rolled his eyes in Steven’s reflection.

Felicity stood up and pulled Steven to his feet. Steven followed along in a daze, eventually leading the way. They walked along the street that slowly became deserted as people tucked in for the night, making Steven’s mind race. His anxieties started to kick into high gear, and his thoughts were occupied by hesitation. He didn’t want her to see how much of a mess he was by showing her his dingy apartment, but this was his chance. His chance to prove Marc wrong.

As they stepped out of his apartment’s cramped elevator, Steven’s anxiety was at its peak. His eyes started to glaze over, and his mind went blank.

Bam!

Steven realised he was pinning Felicity to the door of his apartment. They were now inside his room, but Felicity looked at him with a hint of annoyance in her eyes. Steven pulled his hand away from the door timidly.

“I…I… I…” He didn’t know what to say. He glanced at the bathroom mirror, seeing Marc angrily glaring at him.

What did you do, Marc?!!

I told her to leave! You know we have a ‘secret’; you shouldn’t have brought her here! Marc scolded.

YOU have a secret! I want my own life! Steven yelled back in his mind.

“Steven? Why? Did I do something wrong?” Felicity asked, feigning anguish.

“No... I…” Steven was confused on how to explain his behaviour. He nervously fiddled his fingers in front of her.

“But you yelled at me, telling me to leave…” She pressed on.

Steven turned around, trying not to show his embarrassing face to Felicity. He ignored Marc’s reflection, flailing his arms and calling his name, trying to warn him.

Thump!

But suddenly, Steven dropped to the floor, losing consciousness.

Felicity smirked, standing there with a syringe recently emptied into Steven’s neck. “Sorry, sweety, nothing personal.”

She quickly patted Steven’s pockets and rummaged through his bag on the table while turning away from him, finally getting what she’d been looking for this past week. The museum keys jingled in her hand as the key card connected to it gleamed. She needed them to go in and out of the museum without leaving any traces, and leaving the blame for the naive Steven was simply easier for her.

But as she turned and opened the door a slight crack to leave.

Bam!—A white glove-covered hand slammed the door shut.

“Steven?” Felicity tilted her head, not letting go of the door nor turning back. She had doubts about Steven waking up so soon.

“Too bad, Steven’s out for the day…” A slightly hoarse voice with an American accent answered with a whisper. She clearly felt that this was someone else.

Felicity could sense that her plan was thrown out the window now. She turned around and sent her elbow flying towards the man’s face. To her shock, she merely moved his head a bit. He just stood there silently as if her mortal strength wasn’t enough for the Fist of Khonshu to even clench his teeth.

He was wearing a white hood over a white mask; his eyes glowed white. Marc was now in control and decided to cover his face to make things less complicated later on.

Felicity swiped her sharp pedicures at him, causing him to take a step back. “Where’s Steven?” She hissed at the stranger who suddenly showed up.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Moon Knight’s eyes focused on her experienced fighting posture. “I told him to go get the police. You're out of luck. Better give those back and leave.”

Felicity smirked. She took off her cardigan and twirled her hair up into a bun. She held the keys up high and dropped them into her cleavage, “Come and get them yourself.”

Moon Knight's brow quirked up, “That can be arranged.”

Felicity lunged for the letter opener she saw on the side desk, but Moon Knight threw one of his crescent darts at it, flinging it out of the way.

With no weapon in hand, Felicity kicked at him.

Moon Knight caught her leg and held it up, causing her skirt to roll all the way down her thigh and her shoes to fall off.

“Black? That’s cute…” He ridiculed.

Angered, Felicity tried a stomping kick with her other leg, but Moon Knight held her one leg up higher, causing her to lose balance. She almost fell to the floor, smashing her head, but Moon Knight held her even higher, sparing her head. She dangled in the air momentarily, her loose, little black dress bunched up on her chest.

“Aggh!” Felicity was annoyed to no end, screaming in frustration. With a jingle, the keys fell to the floor.

Now perfectly exposed, her smooth, creamy white curves were revealed under her thigh-high stockings. Her plump ass jiggled with every move, and her honey-soft legs were awkwardly positioned as she tried to cover the thin strip of thong between them.

Moon Knight chuckled at her ridiculous posture but secretly salivated at the sight.

Even more annoyed, Felicity lost any reason to care and ripped her dress off her breasts, letting any obstructions fall away. There, her beautifully formed mounds came into the open, firmly jutting out.

Moon Knight was startled for a split second. Felicity used that chance to kick him with her free foot and made him lose his grip. With Black Cat’s agility, she supported herself with her hands on the floor, did a somersault jump, and leapt towards him.

Caught off guard, Moon Knight fell back, giving Black Cat a cushion to land on. She landed on his chest and sat there, pinning his elbows down to his sides with her knees. She placed her claw-like nails right on his neck, “My turn…”

Moon Knight was bewildered; he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her perfectly formed breasts were right in front of his eyes. Her bare pink nipples jutted out as if they were begging for his touch. He couldn’t care less about the claw on his neck. A measly scratch meant nothing to him.

Moon Knight struggled to move his arms as her knees kept them in place, so he opted for something he had never tried before.

The bandages that formed his suit started to twirl around his lower arms. Then slowly, they crept behind Black Cat.

“Who are you? Why are you helping a nobody?” Black Cat hissed at him.

“That’s not nice...” Moon Knight's brows quirked, distracting her for a moment.

Zipp!!!

Suddenly, two long strips of bandages pulled Black Cat back, wrapping around her body and tying her up like an animal. Stringing along towards the low ceiling of Steven’s apartment, the bandages hung Black Cat in the air.

Black Cat’s eyes widened in shock; she couldn’t move. Her arms were tied behind her back, while her legs were forced to fold. It looked like she was kneeling in the air but hung up like bait for a spider.

The bandages wrapped around her legs, waist, arms, and below her breast, causing her breast to jut out even more, presenting her bare pink tips. Her eyes were also covered by layers of bandages, causing her to lose her bearings.

“Who are you working with?” Marc’s rugged voice sounded in her ear.

Black Cat smiled mockingly, “No one. I’m just a poor little defenceless girl trying to make some money on her trip around England.”

Marc suddenly grabbed her neck, just enough to threaten her, “I could torture you right now.”

“Heh… Kinky. But I’ve survived worse,” she chuckled.

“I can do a lot worse too.” Marc stood in front of her, his upper body bare. He sacrificed part of his armour to tie her up, and now all he had to wear was his white pants and boots.

“Try me…” Black Cat’s red lips quirked aside as she licked them.

“Gladly,” Marc gently grabbed her hair, pulling her to look up. His hand on her neck trailed down, reaching for the beautifully formed breasts that were practically teasing him before. He didn’t plan on doing much, just enough to scare the woman.

To his surprise, as his fingertips reached her pink nipples, she moaned softly. Something primal was triggered by her soft cry. His throat went dry as he realised what he was doing. He took another serious look at her defenceless body.

Even in the kneeling position, her legs were spread apart. Her core was only covered by a thin layer of tied-on black thong, the creamy skin of her abdomen undulating softly, her hips curving beautifully, her breasts pulled up by his bandages, her eyes covered, and her red lips parted with slow breaths. Marc gulped.

“You like that?” Marc whispered into her ear as his fingers pulled on her nipple a bit.

“Hmm…” Felicity didn’t answer, but her soft hum told him everything.

Marc’s hands went further down, caressing her pale, smooth waist and her hips. Felicity could feel his gentle touch, biting her lip in response. His hands went lower and lower, closing in on her womanhood. She started to tingle, expecting what would come next.

But before her expectation was fulfilled, he moved them back towards her hips, then back to her plump ass, and grabbed her roughly.

“Ah!” She jolted.

“So the cat can cry out.” He growled.

“You…”

Before Felicity could say anything, Marc pulled on the strings of her black thong, slowly untying the sides. There, Felicity hung bare in the air. The only thing that covered her was her thigh-high stockings, necklace, and thin strips of bandages. Marc could feel his bulge start to grow, the heat inside him starting to take over.

“You look... charming.”

He came closer and took a sip of her lips, pulling on her pearl necklace. He thought she would reject it, but to his surprise, her tongue started to dance, inviting him in. His tongue entered her mouth, struggling, intertwining, exchanging saliva.

His hands took the cue and started to move. One clutched her breast, kneading and caressing; while the other trailed down her ivory belly, and inching close to her exposed petals.

He could taste her moans on his lips, knowing she enjoyed it as much as he did. Then, with a gentle cry of delight from her, he reached her tiny kernel of arousal. Her slit started to damp, quivering on its own.

He brushed his fingers a few times, causing Felicity to tremble and jolt in pleasure. He could feel her juices starting to wet her lower lips and stick to his finger.

Felicity started to breathe heavily, tasting his warm breath and titillating hands. Goosebumps formed on her arms as each touch made her body tingle. With her eyes covered, she could focus on each movement, each brush against her skin. With her body tied up, all she could do was enjoy it.

“Umh…” she tried to stifle a moan.

She could feel his breath on her cheek and his finger slowly trailing up and down her soft petals. Without invading her moist hole, they teased her up and down her slippery softness, causing her body to crave more.

“Let’s see how long you can hold it in,” Marc took off her pearl necklace and licked her neck; slowly kissing and caressing her skin with his tongue. His lips made their way down to her mounds, spreading his saliva and coating her honey-soft skin.

He sucked in her hardening nipple, twirling his wet tongue on her quivering peaks, flicking it and playfully biting it.

Felicity enjoyed the feeling. Suddenly, something cold and metallic was placed on one of her nipples. She could hear it jingle. It was the keys. Felicity felt like her nipple was going to pop.

“Umph!” Felicity gritted her teeth, denying a yelp. She couldn’t see what he was doing but could feel everything.

Marc had placed the plastic snap-hook on her. They were round enough not to hurt her but hard enough to pinch her sensitive, swollen nipple. His hand teased the other one, letting the keys jingle freely, tugging on her.

“You wanted them so badly; try not to drop them…” he taunted with a chuckle.

His tongue moved again, going down her belly, caressing her trembling body. With both his hands on her stocking-covered thighs, his tongue reached the junction of her legs as he knelt down. It danced around in circles on her swollen nub, claiming the taste of her liquids.

“Ugh…” She jolted a bit; Marc smiled wickedly, sensing no rejection.

His mouth opened wide and trailed his tongue from below, lapping up her juices with one wide and long lick. He could feel her shudder in his hands, as her warm damp entrance tried to suck his tongue in, gaping and closing delicately.

Want more? Not so fast, little kitty…

Taking in the charming view of her body, Marc suddenly moved to stand by her side. With his two hands free, he placed the pearl necklace right between her legs. He gently pulled them up in front and behind, placing them strung between her wet pussy.

“Um! Umphhh! Uhh…” Felicity tried her best to stop moaning, but she could feel each bump of the pearls sliding along her soft petals. Each protrusion teased her, sliding back gently, smoothly tapping her nub again and again, and teasing her hole without fulfilling her yearning. Her love juices started to glaze every bead.

Marc could see her soaking-wet petals starting to twitch, asking for satisfaction. But nasty thoughts filled his mind. He wanted her to cry out, begging for his now hot, bulging shaft. He teased her ear with his tongue, pressed his bulging need on her hip, and kept tugging and pulling the pearl necklace back and forth. He could practically taste her deep, shuddering breaths and see her juices sparsely dripping on the floor.

“Cry out for me…” He growled into her ear.

“I… won’t…” She said, each word between struggling and moaning stubbornly. She could feel his hot male loins pressed against her. The size excited her even more.

“Alright,” Marc suddenly agreed. He slowly pulled out the pearls with his right hand, allowing Felicia to feel the string of bumps one more time before slowly holding it behind her. “You asked for it.”

His left hand parted her pulsating core and entered her wet, slippery heat. Felicia bit her lips, shuddering all over. However, before she could fully enjoy his fingers in her, her back suddenly arched. She could feel it. She could feel Marc teasing her star-shaped hole with a slippery, wet pearl.

“Ah!”

“Shhh… It’s too late now,” Marc enjoyed the look on her face as he pushed one pearl into her backdoor.

His one hand didn’t stop teasing her pussy, exploring the depths of her hot sheath, while the other pushed in one pearl after another. One, two, there—they slid in and plopped inside, her puckered door swallowing each bead, aided by her juices.

Felicity’s body jolted with each pearl, feeling it fill her up inside, stretching her. With Marc’s fingers squelching in her pussy, her whole body tensed up with bliss, the keys on her breast jangled teasingly.

Sometimes, he would pull one out and push two in. They wiggled and collided inside her, sending weird sensations up her spine. His finger never stopped its vigorous thrusting, causing both holes to feel the nasty pleasure.

“Now, hold it,” Marc said as he looked at his marvellous work. Around five beads of pearls were left dangling behind her, swaying back and forth like a cat’s tail, as her puckered ass twitched with every move. He caressed the smooth curving skin of her ass, then…

Smack!

Marc left a handprint on her alabaster ass; coating it with her own juices that covered his hand.

“Ah!” Felicity cried out.

“Such a nice sound. Did you like that?”

Felicity nodded weakly, breathing heavily.

Marc snapped and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her neck up. His hand gripped her keyless breast and kneaded vigorously.  “Say it… Do you want me to do it?”

“Ah… I... Yes, I want you. I want you in me.”

Marc tugged down on his pants and allowed his straining erection to come out. He was waiting for this, for his chance to break her completely. He positioned his rock-hard head on her salivating petals, pressing on without entering. “Beg me!”

“Please… Please... I want you; I want you so badly.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“How hard?” Marc slapped her ass once again and spoke with a commanding tone.

“As hard as you want! Fuck me! Just… fuck me!” Felicity couldn’t hold on any longer. Her thirst, her yearning, took over all her senses.

“Good kitty.”  Mark grinned. His hips pushed forward, slowly penetrating her with his swollen staff.

“Ahhh…”

Felicity lost sensation in her arms and legs, but inside, she could feel everything. Both of her holes filled. She wiggled her hips, wanting him deep within her. Her breasts jutted out as she arched her back, welcoming him in.

Marc started to move, slowly at first, feeling the bumps of the pearls push against his shaft, separated by a soft and slippery, thin layer of flesh. He stretched her inner walls, but it still felt tight with everything inside her.

“Ugh…” he grunted and started to move vigorously. He moved deep within her, gripping onto her hips and pulling closer, pounding into her aggressively.

“Ah! Ah yes!! Ahh!”

Felicity cried out melodiously. The pearls swung fiercely, smacking her creamy soft ass again and again. The keys clattered between them, tugging and pinching on her chest. Each sensation brought her closer to the edge.

Felicity couldn’t hold it in. From all the teasing before, she was nearing her lustful release. Her stocking-covered toes curled in, and her body stiffened. Her inner walls clenched harder as she let out a sweet and final cry.

“I’m… I’m... Com—Ahhh!”

She arched forward onto his bare chest and convulsed into a chain of spasms. Marc could feel her hot juices burst onto his rigid flesh and slowly seep down to her legs, staining her black stockings and the floor.

Marc didn’t stop. He was even more delighted by the slippery, smooth sensation. The squelching dirty sounds excited him even more as he thrust harder and deeper. Smacking into her deepest, most inner walls. Scraping against the bumps the pearls made, reaching every inch of him.

“Ah! No... Ah…Ughhhh….” Felicity’s orgasm continued, clenching harder for dear life. Before her body could even relax, another burst of ecstasy gripped her. In a final glorious moment, she exploded a second time. This rare multiple orgasm burned her with a blood-rushing climax.

Clatter!

The pearls fell to the floor because of the sheer intensity, and Marc felt his own was coming closer because of it.

With a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction, he found his release and convulsed against her. Clutching her breast tighter, a jarring, pulsing climax followed; spilling himself into her, flooding inside. It spilled out as his last hip thrust jolted in, dripping onto the floor.

“Haaa… haaa…” Marc struggled to catch his breath as he hugged her waist tightly and saw that Felicity was now out of it and dripping with sweat. Her head was resting on his shoulder, breathing gently. Brushing her hair back, he admired her blushing face for a moment.

He then cleaned up a bit and pulled his pants up.

He gently took off the keys, placed it on the bedside table, and slowly allowed the bandages to come back to him. It only formed a mask around his face while lowering her down.

Gently, he carried her to the bed and set her down, covering her curvaceous body with a blanket.

He rolled over to the other side of the bed, and covered his eyes with his arm. “Well, Steven, she’s your problem now…” He muttered.

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Steven woke up with a jolt, sitting up on his bed. He looked around his room and noticed the sun was up, the mess on the floor and his aching back. Then he felt something under his sheets. He wasn’t wearing anything!

Since Marc was now asleep, his Moon Knight attire had receded, leaving Steve naked on the bed.

Steven looked around some more, trying to piece together what had happened, then noticed nothing but a note on his bedside table.

[That was fun. See you next time, you naughty boy.]

[XOXO, Felicity]

With a red kiss mark on the name, Steven realised that something had happened last night, something he wasn’t a part of.

Marc!! That was my date! What in the bloody hell happened!?

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