miraculous sins

cat blanc and marinette kinda

come here right meow

As Marinette got older... she discovered she had a thing for a certain prowling kitty cat. So, Adrien agrees to wear a Chat Blanc ensemble made by her just for the occasion and adds on his own accessories to make it perfect to catch his prey.

Adrien stood in front of his mirror and grabbed a custom-made fang from the box, sliding it over one of his canine teeth. He smirked and licked it with the tip of his tongue, feeling the sharp end of it. He grabbed the second one to place over his other canine tooth, before taking them in by looking in his mirror. He grabbed the ten steel rings that sat around his first knuckles to cover his nails and turned them into claws. Marinette had said that she had this dark and twisted fantasy of him being Chat Blanc now that they were older, and this was the easiest way to do that.

He peered into the mirror and took in his ice blue-colored contacts and the white mask over his eyes that she had made him. White leather cat ears sat in his golden hair, and he smirked, letting a purring growl rip from his chest.

He looked over his white silk button-down and how the sleeves were rolled to his forearms and the two top buttons were undone to show off his collarbones and muscular pecs. His white leather pants contoured to his leg muscles and his silver ring sat on his right ring finger. He smirked and punched the sink before walking over to grab his white leather jacket, keys, and phone.

He shrugged on the jacket that was perfectly tailored to his built shoulders and body, accenting his muscles. Marinette had spent no time hurrying to get on making this whole ensemble for him for this purpose. She had wiggled her legs with excitement, and he had found it incredibly cute. He was more than happy to thrill his lady with being Chat Blanc for the night.

It took him no time to arrive at Marinette's apartment with the way he rushed out of his apartment and to hers', cutting through the streets with ease on his black Kawasaki bike. His footsteps echoed as he ran to the side of her apartment building and transformed when he was sure that no one could see him. The metallic smooth sound of his staff extending as he shot up to her balcony surrounded him. He leaped and landed on the concrete, dropping transformation, and raised his hand to her double doors. A smirk fell onto his lips, and he slowly tapped on the glass pane of her door, one claw at a time, in a smooth rhythm. The sound of locks moving echoed from behind the door, and he was soon met with a short woman in crimson lingerie that made his pulse race.

"I thought you'd never show up, Chat Blanc." Marinette scanned her eyes down and up his body. She ran her hands up his jacket and suddenly gripped the sides of the zipper and yanked him into her apartment, crashing her lips onto his.

Chat purred and kicked the door shut, grabbing her wrists, and let the claws on his fingertips press against her sensitive skin. A soft moan escaped her lips and she giggled as he shoved her away. A growl escaped his chest, and she suddenly took off. He knew she was hiding; it was all part of the game. He would show up, and she would run and hide from him.

Another purr emanated from his chest, as he headed down her hallway. He slammed his hand down against the wall and let the tips of his metal claws scratch along the grooves on the wall. Another growl escaped from his chest, as he slowly crept down the hallway.

"Where... oh where... did my little mouse go," Chat purred and licked one of his sharp fangs. "Could she be..." he swung into a room with a hiss and a growl, "...in here?" He found it to be empty and continued down the hallway, stopping at her bathroom. He flung himself inside and ran his claws along the shower curtain before flinging it open, finding it empty and letting another snarl and growl escape from between his teeth. "No?"

He began to slink down the hallway, slamming both hands against the walls on either side of himself before slowly caressing the wall until the tips if his claws touched the surface. The sound of his claws scratching the walls, as he continued down the hallway, stood out against the silence.