miraculous sins

adrienette/ladynoir

OF KITTENS AND LADYBUGS

A daytime patrol leads to some very hot and heavy circumstances... Basically sexy time mixed in with a crap ton of fluff.

Ladybug gasped when she felt the wait of her fiance's hands around her hips. Feeling caught off guard, the heroine swung around to swat them away; however, the sensation of his fingers pressing possessively into her sides gave her instant pause. The clever blonde grinned down at his prey, and he placed his chin upon her shoulder, mischievously rubbing his face against the bare skin of her neck. A wracking shudder escaped her.

"C-Chat Noir?" her choked retort turned into a helpless whisper, as he kept himself taut against her back, allowing her to feel his heat. They stood upon the top of a very high building where no one else could see them; there were no planes in the sky, and only pigeons flew upward, high above the bustling streets of Paris. The two knew of each other's identity, for they had learned the truth years before, and they were essentially alone to the world at this moment. Just two lovers for a moment. Two people touching one another. The small contact of skin-to-skin, and the raging flush of their joint pent up sexual desires.

The cat blew a dangerous puff of hot air against her exposed collar.

Amused by her timid squirm, the feline drew a wet tongue up along the exposed nectar of her plump skin to her earlobe where he gently lapped at the delicious substance, before he suddenly gave a sneaky smile.

With his breath eerily damp, he spoke sultry within her ear, "Do you know what I think, mon petit insecte?"

His underhanded question forced her to give a tight harrumph, while her stomach tied itself into a direct knot. Her speech came out as a thick murmur when she replied, "I never know what you're thinking... Adrien."

The woman's throat became tight with slight excitement, as she sexily revealed his true name. The man in question only wrapped his arms further around her body, slowly slinking his hands down to the heated area between her thighs. A damp wetness met him there, and he cupped the area with fervor, determinedly keeping his hand rooted on the spot. Oh god. Ladybug threw her head back onto his shoulder in ecstasy and almost said his name once more, but she roguishly held her tongue, mentally teasing him with her quietness.

The cheeky woman knew that Chat Noir loved it when Ladybug spoke his name. The tightness of warm leather excitedly growing behind her only determined that fact, and Adrien made sure to press the length of his front directly between the hills of her backside. His lady let out a heated groan, subconsciously pressing her back into him. The hand around her front stayed cupped, and a completely delighted yet husky chuckle escaped him.

"O-Oh. My beautiful lady," the man huskily groaned in want to the woman in his arms, humorously digging his hand further around her edges. He pressed as close as he could to her backside, his length growing harder, and the arousal in his voice left her smirking. Marinette loved how he was having a hard time coming up with a coherent thought, "W-Why do you torment me so?"

Adrien, still in his cat suit, paused for a long second just reveling in the feel of her gorgeously toned body resting taut against his suited chest. It felt amazing, because every touch was as delectable as the last. The heat simmered lusciously against their bodies. Très bon. Très miraculeuse.

Ladybug gave a gentle snicker and sneakily placed her hands behind his back, elegantly resting her hands upon his ass. She gave him a tight squeeze, knowing that he loved the pain. His body moved with the pressure, a jolt of rushing lightning pulsing through him, and his front bucked into her. The masked woman flushed, her own body reacting to the action, and she gasped aloud when his hand began to move against her, sneakily rubbing her covered opening back and forth; back and forth. Both the thought and feel of his repeated motions – the idea of him meticulously trying to get her off – elicited a hushed whimper from the woman, forcing the raven haired heroine to give a shaky sigh. Her lover pressed his nose into the crook of her neck and sniffed delightedly at what he found there. The smell of fresh cookies and pies made him want to eat her up as much as he could. He wanted to take her, all of her, and use her deliciously hot body for himself. He was not a selfish man; however, when it came to Marinette, the hopelessly in love blonde could not help but make a tad exception.