miraculous sins

luka and mari pt 2

I'm here, Mari," he said. He wedged his mobile between the pillow and his ear and reached down, shimmying to slide his boxers off his hips. He sighed once his dick was free, his hand wrapping around it once again as he picked up the mobile. "God...I bet you're so wet..."

"Y-yeah," came her whimpered reply.

"So warm and tight," he coaxed. She laughed again, the sound stuttered.

"You're a...ah...better judge of that the...then...oh, God," she cried, and he hissed as he jerked himself a bit harder. His thumb brushed over his tip, sweeping up the fluid that was gathering there and spreading it with his next stroke.

"Trust me, darning," he said, voice husky. "You're perfect."

"Biased," she choked out. His lips twisted in a smirk as he imagined her spread beneath him, flushed and panting as he drove into her heat. She was right, of course. His fist was nowhere near the same. Nowhere near as good.

"I like to consider myself an expert on all things Marinette Couffaine," he said, making her laugh again. "I've spent a long time familiarizing myself with the subject. I think I know. You're perfect, Mari."

"This...ugh...isn't working," she whined. "I can't...hhhhhnnnnn..."

"You can, darning," he said. "It's me. It's my thumb rubbing your clit. It's my hand buried inside you, my lips kissing your neck...let go. You can let go. Come for me, Mari."

Another whine came through the phone, and he bit his lip as he listened to her move. He could see the way she would writhe, her back arching as she tried to push her fingers deeper. The way her toes would curl with every jolt, her teeth gritting as she tried to keep from disturbing their neighbors. Her hair, sweat-slicked with her bangs sticking to her forehead. How, if it was another night, he would sit behind her, one hand massaging a breast as the other slid in and out of her cunt. How she would grip his knees, her head tossed back against his shoulder as he kissed along her neck. How she would push her ass back, grinding into him with every stroke. How she would reach up and fist her hand in his hair, tugging in a silent plea for more, deeper, faster...

He was so lost in his fantasy he hadn't realized she'd gone silent on the other end.

"Marinette?" he asked after a moment, his hand stilling on his dick. "Darning, are you –"

He jumped, scrambling into a sitting position, when a ring of light appeared over the bed and his wife dropped onto the mattress beside him. With a whispered word of dismissal, the portal disappeared and an annoyed kwami was zipping into the ensuite. Before he could process any of this, a very naked Marinette was pushing him back onto the bed and pressing her mouth against his own. Her hand slid down his chest, along his stomach, and lower until it finally reached his dick. He moaned into their kiss as her hand wrapped around him, stroking firmly.

"This...this is cheating," he laughed as her lips left his and began nibbling their way along his jaw. She nipped at his ear and released him, and he sighed at the loss of contact. "Doesn't this fall under using a Miraculous for personal gain? Isn't that against the rules?"