A/N: Hello everyone! As always, thanks to anyone who reads my stories :3 I finally managed to produce something decent, but unfortunately I'm still suffering from writer's block :/
ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:
Hitomi-nya: Aw, thanks! I thought I wrote them too OOC!
Demi clayton: Thanks!
Guest: (wipes tear away dramatically) :)
I Made a Review: Really? Thank you, I was a bit in a bad mood when writing it so I thought maybe it didn't turn out as well as I hoped. ^^
Prompt: Marinette starts thinking about Chat Noir's suit a little…too intensely.
Rated: T (suggestivy- scenes if you could call it that)
Enjoy!
Sinful Leather
Sinful.
It must be illegal.
It had to be. If not for the good of the world, then for her sanity.
Skin-tight leather.
Corded muscles.
Sharp claws.
Wild hair.
Cheeky grin.
Emeralds that stole your breath away-
"Princess?" Chat Noir cocked his head to the side, blinking perplexedly as he posed, waiting for the designer to take a photo for the making of his costume-look-alike.
Marinette blinked, finger paused over the flash button, "Uh…"
Sinful.
Leather.
What? Cat got your tongue?
That man would be the death of her.
Marinette felt her face flush uncomfortably hot. She had never noticed it before, refused to notice it before, but the older they got the more sinful that suit looked. Was hers the same? It couldn't be, at least not to her.
Perhaps there were modifications she didn't know of? How can such a durable suit leave so little to the imagination? She willed her eyes to stay above his waistline. Always!
Her eyes unwillingly followed how the leather stretched tightly over muscles, muscles she knew he didn't have as prominent when they first began their partnership, muscles she wasn't quite sure when they started developing and making her brain turn to mush.
She could already hear Tikki telling her to snap out of it.
"A-Ah, s-sorry! You have to go!" Chat jumped to his feet, alarmed when she started pushing him out of her room.
"W-what? Princess, wait! But I thought you needed help with designing my suit!" she nearly hauled him out of her window with her strength alone, which surprised him, considering his lady was the only one capable of such, "But I just got here!" the window was promptly shut in his face and Chat scratched his head, not understanding what the problem was.
Did he pose wrong? No, he was sure he got that down to a 't'…
Did he upset her with his puns? He swore he would lay off with the baking puns! He wasn't that good at them, he must have blown it!
He pounded on the window like a madman, "Purrincess! I'm sorry! Purrhaps you would feel better if you punish meow? PRINCESS!"
Marinette's face turned a new shade of red at the mental image of what "punishing" Chat Noir could possibly entail, and she buried her face in her hands and groaned.
Short and a bit sinful. I wish there were more fanarts of Adult!Chat ^^ Next chapter will be titled: "The Fanclub" ;)