miraculous sins

marinette masturbating

guilty pleasures

Marinette wakes from an unusually steamy dream about Chat Blanc that has left her hot and bothered. Now she's struggling with the temptation to indulge some of her fantasies, but what Chat doesn't know can't hurt anything... right?

Marinette surged awake, sweat drenching her brow and pulse thrumming in her veins.

Remnants of a dream still pervaded her memory, his parted mouth with fangs glinting in the moonlight, the feral growl in his throat that bled so naturally into breathy moans. She could almost feel those claws still inside her, or that rough tongue on her skin.

In her dream his mouth and hands were all over her, nipping and kissing, touching and teasing. Lathing her body in attention and marks. He'd murmured something in her ear that she couldn't quite remember anymore, but the chill it left still tickled her skin.

So close. She'd been so close to that edge.

She'd wanted him so badly, and it was probably a blessing he wasn't curled up in her bed or she might have jumped him. It wouldn't have been that hard to seduce the white cat, she mused.

Dangerous, no doubt. A little reckless. But even if it was only half has hot as her dreams she thought it might be worth it. Dream Blanc had bitten the inside of her thigh...

Her hand snaked over her stomach, and down her hip to graze the spot he'd bitten in her dream. The flesh was as expected, unmarked.

Marinette released a sigh bordering on frustrated and disappointed.

Her left hand grazed her breast, another spot he'd been attentive with his teeth. Equally flawless, but the friction over her hardened nipple had her stifling a gasp.

That was surprisingly sensitive.

She brushed a thumb over the tip again, and bit down on her lip. A little pressure from her nail, she tried to imagine it was the side of his claw. The pressure on her lip becoming painful.

Her other hand traced the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, a slow circle, like she imagined his tongue might make, then dug her nails in where his teeth should have been.

"Chat!" His name came out involuntary.

It hurt, probably enough to leave a mark, but it brought a wash of fresh arousal that left her panting.

Fuck it.

She pressed her right palm into her crotch and ground her hips against it. A shuddering breath, the friction was nice, but not enough.

Her hand slipped beneath her skirt and panties, dipping between the her folds. The moisture there slicked her fingers as she dragged them over her clit.

"Ch-chat..."

She was thankful to be alone where he couldn't hear her. The last thing she needed was for him to hear the way she panted his name.

Marinette pressed her face into her pillow and swore she could smell him. That leather-and-tomcat scent that crawled inside her brain left her dizzy and wanting. She sank her teeth in the pillow and told herself it was his neck, pictured the marks she'd leave on him and the way he'd hiss at the ceiling.

Her left thumb circled her nipple again, and she slipped a finger inside herself.

Already it wasn't enough and she added a second, curling her wrist to push them deeper.

A sigh slipped out and she buried her face into the pillows. This was Chat, he was with her, touching her, his fingers pumping in and out. An akuma would try a third finger, he would be a little rough like that. She shuddered at the mix of discomfort and fullness that came with with the extra digit.