miraculous sins

ladynoir

KINKY SEX?

They didn't really plan this, but maybe Ladybug was paying attention when she accidentally tied Chat up and he stopped breathing.

And maybe she was paying attention when she physically re-positioned him mid-fight and he spent the rest of the fight distracted; maybe she was paying attention when she said on your knees to get him to duck and he dropped like they'd just given out; and really, she could have been paying attention to a lot of things, but she supposed it didn't really matter what she'd caught and what she hadn't (all of it—she'd caught all of it), because it all led back to this.

'This' being Chat panting at the open, dusk-darkening sky, his face lust-slack and his eyes unfocused, the line of her yo-yo constricting his wrists as she rutted against the bulge below his belt.

She was already pleasantly wound up from the spar (if the Ladyblog caught more of those easy smirks and less of his epic fails, she was pretty sure he'd have fangirls for weeks, instead of just days), and if their suits were in any mood to accommodate them...

"Can I?" she asked, fiddling with his bell-pull, and got an unsteady nod.

Drawing it down three centimeters made his hips twitch, six made him jerk at his restraints, and at nine, he let out a rough, low groan that made her core clench.

"Everything okay?" Because as hot as that little noise was...

"You're a monster," he croaked. sounding like he wanted to laugh but was too worked over for it. "Evil, evil—" She unzipped him the rest of the way, revealing a thin strip of skin that ran from his throat to his pelvis. "—oh god..."

Pectorals, ribcage, stomach, abs—all fluttering with his panting breath and pounding heart, all mouth-wateringly lean and toned, all excitement-flushed and hot to the touch of her lips.

"I can stop if you want me to," she offered as she dropped a kiss to his sternum.

The noise he let out then was downright pained. "Please, please, please don't sto— mmngh..."

It was hard to tell if the noise was because she'd just pressed his (covered) tip against her (covered) entrance, or if it was because she'd found one of his nipples with her exploratory kisses, or if it was because he'd jerked so hard at both that he'd remembered he was tied up, so she ran her tongue over the spot again, just to test it.

He just exhaled sharply, so it wasn't that, but rocking down on his bulge got a noise that was almost a mewl—and reminded her just how empty she was—so maybe that was it.

Speaking of... "Hey, Chat?"

"Mm?"

She ran her hand down his body until the ridge of his cock filled her hand and she was all lit up in hot, tingling, aching anticipation from bellybutton to knee. "Can I..."

She trailed off, because finding an elegant way to say 'can I put this in me?' turned out to be... more difficult than expected.

Not that it seemed to matter, because Chat's response was a choked, strangled, "Anything, anything you want—" as his face flushed darker and darker.

There was more to that statement, but Chat swallowed it down, and Ladybug supposed that as long it wasn't 'except fucking,' it didn't really matter.

It was almost nothing at all to loosen his belt, or to nudge him up closer to the bars she'd tied his wrists to. She eased his suit over his shoulders and used the new slack to free his dick, giving it a friendly stroke as she relished in Chat's shuddering sigh.

"Still okay?" she checked, and Chat jerked a nod under the cage of his forearms, even more scarlet than before.

She then had to take a moment to admire said dick, because it really was a very nice dick. Not that she had a whole lot of experience, but that was irrelevant to the craving that was blossoming out from the pit of her belly, the breathless whisper of yes-want-now that was settling hot in her bones, the fact that it was Chat agreeing to let her see him this open, this vulnerable...