Feelings

Let Me Take Control

Let Me Take Control | Marichat 

I decided to write a very short yet a very different one-shot piece today, and it is actually my first time to write a not-so-innocent Miraculous Ladybug one-shot. This also contains profanity so please read at your own risk. 

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"Alya Césaire, I swear, if you will still keep on nagging me about my non-existent love life, I will certainly stop giving you free pastries," remarked the exasperated bluenette as she nervously paced back and forth while shifting her phone against her ear—wearing an antsy expression as her upper teeth repeatedly dragged her bottom lip backwards. 

Marinette playfully rolled her eyes as her persistent, annoying best friend let out a loud laugh on the other side of the phone call, "Alright, alright! I will stop nagging you already just for the sake of the free pastries,"  she paused. "but that will not stop me from thinking that you are secretly dating someone, though." 

"W-What makes you t-think that I am secretly dating s-someone?" the bluenette asked her best friend with uneasiness interlaced with her words.

"I am a journalist, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Pretty self-explanatory, but also, what else could I do if you are too obvious already?" 

Sometimes, I just really hate having Alya as my smart ass best friend—she literally notices everything, even the slightest changes. 

Marinette gulped, unsure of what to say at the moment. Nonetheless, the bluenette replied just to end the call with her already, "I need to go, Alya. I already need to finish my clothing designs today, see you tomorrow." and with that, she ended the call. 

Marinette gripped her phone tightly as she walked towards her purple chaise where a certain feline sat quite comfortably on it—eyeing his princess since a while ago with a giddy smile curled on his face. 

Why? Well, his princess actually looks extremely hot today, since she was only wearing a hot pink tank top and a pair of white shorts which basically exposed more of her soft, delicate skin that he yearns to touch right now. 

The bluenette whipped her head to his direction with a tint of defeat across her blush-stained cheeks, "We are fucked."    

As his usual doing, Chat Noir decided to tease the aggravated teenager in front of him. The naughty superhero smirked at her, "Let's fuck."

Marinette let out a loud sigh, "I am not in the mood for your stupid jokes, Chat Noir."

"Well, what if I tell you that it was not a joke, and that I mean it?" he replied too seriously than he expected, before standing up from the purple chaise to leisurely snake his arms around Marinette's waist, gently pulling her petite body closer to his.

"I do not fuck with naughty kitties, Chat," mumbled the bluenette as her worry slowly subsided and was replaced with giddiness—a melodic laugh escaping from her lips while looping her arms to his neck. 

"But you should," he whispered huskily while his gloved hands went beneath her tank top, slowly trailing up and down her bare skin which gave her the chills. "right now." 

Chat hungrily attached his peachy lips to her soft, pink ones, the bluenette willingly responding back with the same hunger as his—gently tugging his blonde locks with good pleasure as his lips traced down soft kisses to her jawline and down to her neck, earning a quiet moan from her.

He started to slowly raised her tank top, but Marinette stopped him midway. 

"No, Chat," she mumbled softly as her soft lips detached from his, making the feline superhero groan loudly at her. 

"But, why?"

Slowly, her delicate fingers trailed up to the small bell located below the collar of his black spandex, and carefully slid it down to completely unzip his black leather suit. Chat flicked his green orbs to her bluebell ones, and he swore, innocence is way out of the topic.  

 Marinette stood into her toes, and whispered seductively, "Let me take control, kitty."