A/N: Alright, so I suck at writing anything lemon-RATED M-related, since I only ever touched the barest surface of it. Well, I tried with this one, I really hope it's not as cringey as I think ^^" Tips on improvement and suggestions are VERY appreciated dear readers! :)

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Prompt: In which Marinette and Chat Noir decide to get a bit more…friendly ;)

Rating: T+ - M (nothing major, suggestive)

WARNING: Minors beware! Slightly steamy, suggestive scenes! Nothing too intense though!

Bad Kitty

She was warm.

Salty.

Delicious.

His chuckle was dark when his princess squirmed from under him, her voice breathless and husky, "C-Chat…"

He knew what sort of effect he had on her, because she was affecting him too.

He hissed, and his breath caught in his throat sharply.

More than he cared to admit.

Her hands were nothing if not curious and he felt like one of her designs, explored for any creases and dips, caressed for feeling and smoothness, squeezed for durability and-

Oh!

He threw his head back, a long drawn out groan escaping him as his tail erratically whipped behind him.

He wasn't quite sure she handled her designs like that.

"You sure got a grip on you, purrincess," he licked the shell of her ear slowly, knowing it would drive her wild and it did.

She squirmed again, releasing short, quick breaths against his neck and her own hot tongue darted out to lick at the saltiness of his own skin.

"S-Stop teasing me kitty and I'll stop torturing you," her grip tightened pleasurably, and he grit his teeth at the onslaught of euphoric explosions blasting off in his head.

All his blood rushed to one certain spot and he felt light-headed by the musky smell of her, the feeling of her hands and body and lips and the way her eyes were dark with desire and affection.

For him.

Not Nathaniel.

Not Kim.

Not anyone.

A feral sense of possessiveness took over him and he lowered his mouth toward her neck again, lips trailing sinful kisses and long licks to the beating pulse at her throat, biting into the creamy texture of her neck and another dark chuckle escaped him at the way she flushed an even brighter red at his ministrations.

"Princess…" he purred approvingly at the way her body melted at his touch and the way she gently stroked his hair and ears, an action that secretly spurred him on, "Heh, keep that up and I can't help myself but pounce on you,"

When she wrapped her athletic legs around his hips and squeezed, he saw stars, her irresistible heat enveloping him in what he dubbed his own personal heaven.

Marinette's voice rang in his ear like a song, soft and melodious and addictive, "And I thought I was already in for a clawsome purrprise,"

She smirked, watching as the realization creeped in on him.

His eyes darkened even more, "…You…punned…"

His grin widened, a feral spectacle of teeth that made her lightheaded, "…Twice…"

Her squeak of surprise dissolved into giggles when the overgrown, overly affectionate cat nuzzled into her neck and prepped kisses all over her face.

"Silly kitty," she giggled, grabbing his face and pulling him in a for a long kiss.

He hummed, hands gently kneading her waist.

When they broke apart, his gaze was the warmest pair of green Marinette had ever seen, "I love you, Marinette," he purred, nuzzling into her cheek affectionately.

She sighed blissfully, scratching his chin and placing a loving kiss on his cheek, "I love you too Chat," she smiled.

And suddenly, she found her arms pinned above her head.

His cocky grin made the weird sensations in her stomach erupt again.

But then, she smirked, wrapping her legs around his hips again, enjoying seeing the open expression of bliss on his face before she used her strength and flipped them over effectively, pinning her mildly surprised kitten to the bed.

This time, she grinned like the cat that got the canary as she pulled down the bell, showing bare skin beneath the tight leather of his suit, "Sorry chaton but this time, I'm on top," she grinned as she lifted her shirt over her head.

She winked.

He swooned.

Thoughts? (embarrassed grin) Thanks for reading! :3