miraculous sins

ladybug and cat noir

spank me harder

In hindsight, it had all started innocently enough.

They'd been dancing around each other for months now, always toeing the line between playful teasing and downright torture. Ladybug was eighteen and so was he; things were different between them without being too different, but it was just enough of a change that Chat could taste it in the air whenever the two of them crossed paths during patrol.

They didn't get to spend much time together, this was true, but every moment was cherished and savoured and committed to memory. Before bed, he'd replay their back and forth repartee with his near perfect echoic memory, a smile blossoming on his face every night as he'd pull the covers up to his chin. He's always loved her desperately, even if he knows she'll always be a hair's breadth out of reach; she still hasn't given up on that boy she's always admired, although he thinks she's figured out that it's all a bit of a pipe dream. He knows exactly what that feels like but he doesn't pry, far too eager to spend their moments together talking about them rather than some mush-for-brains mystery guy.

They're teasing and taunting each other tonight as usual and Chat absolutely soaks it all up, loving each and every minute as the moon reaches its apex above their heads. It's a balmy summer evening and neither of them have anywhere better to be; they'd rather spend their nights together whenever they can, especially as real responsibilities in their civilian lives begin to quickly approach. They're both taking a wanderyear to focus on their roles as superheroes, unbeknownst to the people in their real lives. He doesn't know what Ladybug has told her parents but he'd told his father that he wanted to spend a year expanding his oeuvre as a model before attending any post-secondary education. Surprisingly, his father had approved and began assigning him different roles beyond his usual vanilla photoshoots. Lately, he'd been spending more time stomping runways in leather jackets and posing for magazines in ripped, sleeveless tanks than anything, and he found that he really didn't mind.

Especially once he caught Ladybug ogling his bare chest on a billboard that evening.

"That Agreste guy sure is ripped," Chat mentions offhandedly, pointedly trying to keep his voice as level as possible; he doesn't want to come off as cocky but he certainly doesn't want to be mistaken for being jealous either.

Ladybug nods, her eyes still glued to his airbrushed pecs, "He's really hot."

Chat wills himself to breathe, "You—you think so?"

"I know so," Ladybug's voice drops significantly and Chat tries to fight back against the pressure building at the base of his spine, "Not that you'd understand but...he's a snacc."

"Hey now," Chat's voice warbles, her praise doing all sorts of things to his blood pressure, "I can appreciate the male physique. He's...he's a specimen."

"Understatement of the year," Ladybug murmurs, still making goo goo eyes at his civilian identity's tanned, chiseled abs, "I would give up gelato for an entire year just to run my hands up and down his chest."

Suddenly blushing profusely, Chat hides his choking with a coughing fit, "Y-yeah?"

"Yup," Ladybug's lips pop, punctuating the hunger in her smile as she finally turns back towards him, "Sorry Chat, but he's gorgeous."

"No, no," Chat rasps, his thighs clenching at the lidded gaze she sends his way. He imagines her looking at him all the time with that exact same facial expression, except it's usually happening in his fantasies while he's taking care of business in the shower, "It's fine, I get it."

"Do you?" she smirks, clinking his bell with a well timed flick of her fingers, "Here I am, gushing over a model with you sitting right next to me and you don't even have a funny comeback? You're getting soft, Chat. I thought you were better than this."