miraculous sins

adrien just jerking off 🤷‍♀️

IM LOOKING FOR ALYA AND NINO STORYS I CAN NOT FIND ANYY BUT I SHALL FIND THEM IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO

he must be pretty handy huh?

In which Adrien gets too excited one night, and a cold shower isn't going to help him.

(Or, Adrien furiously jerks off to Ladybug. ...Yeah.)

Really I have no excuse for this. It's just porn without plot. I'm going to hell.

His phone buzzed. He did not want to answer. He already knew what it was already. It was the same, every single day, no difference. The same text message that would be sent by Nathalie every night at ten on his schedule the next day.

Adrien couldn't care less what he had; everyday after school all he does is step into the limousine and it would drive him where ever he needed to be. He just figured things out from there. Not difficult seeing when the moment he normally steps out a crew is waiting for him, armed with kits and brushes, yanking his hair in place or mussing it up with hair wax. Whatever it was. Adrien never liked the cloying smell it reeked.He would then come home exhausted and then finish his homework. Then it was a quick shower and a nightly patrol.

He smiled a little to himself. His nightly patrols with Ladybug were what made the whole day so much better. Even if it was the source of his lack of sleep most days, but it never stopped him as Chat Noir. Paris needed them after all.

He leaned back on his chair, watching as the rain slapped onto his windows, trickling down against glass as a storm raged outside. His outdoor summer shoot was cancelled for obvious reasons. Having done the Chemistry assignment the teacher had gave in class, he was finally given time to be at rest. He exhaled loudly as he shut down his computers. Nothing new on the LadyBlog yet. Surely he could get some time to himself?

He crumpled onto his bed in a heap, sprawling hopelessly face first on the duvet like a pathetic limp noodle. He was tired, but sleep was not kind enough to visit him. Thunder boomed outside, and Adrien wondered what Ladybug was doing. Was she relaxing? Huddled somewhere dry and warm? Or was she still ever vigilant, eyes sharp as she waited for potential situations? He pulled a face at the thought of fighting in that weather.

Amongst a sleepy haze, of freshly baked cookies or crossaints, blurry red and black to the feel of the duvet below him, his mind circled lazily back to Ladybug. He smiled sleepily into the pilow. Those vivacious eyes, bright against the colours of her mask, those pink lips, so soft looking for something that threw out edgy comments or insults, yet still held that allure. Her slender fingers, wrapped firmly over her yoyo, and her laugh that may or may not make his heart jump a little everytime.

Now Adrien was a teenage boy. No matter who he was, as Adrien or Chat Noir, he still had urges. He often caught himself thinking of certain things from time to tme, and times when they were patrolling the city he was surreptitiously stealing glances at her perfect ass. Adrien flushed at a crude word.

Oh my god. He groaned. He was so lame.

Now he couldn't get the images out of his head. He cursed his memory. The feel of the duvet suddenly felt off; his skin tingling where it made skin contact. His body felt sensitive, as if his nerves were in overdrive. The slightest touch, the slightest movement, and Adrien could feel the tell tale heat pooling down in his abdomen. He groaned at the sensation and the fact that he had in fact gotten a boner at the thought of Ladybug. Where was his control?

He lay there, still, traces of his sleepiness gone as he became very aware of his hard on pressing against the mattress, hot and unwilling to back down. His mind went back to Ladybug. "Ngh," Before the boy registered it in his head, his hips betrayed his will, thrusting against the warm and soft sheets as his hand inched closer for more friction. Adrien clutched a pillow, biting his lip as he worked himself fully up. Sadly, to his disgust, it wasn't very long.