Sin Ship prompt: "Switch?"
Sin Ship, Ch. 13
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Marinette had barely finished her homework when she heard the familiar sound of leather boots alighting on her balcony.
She turned to see Chat clambering gracelessly into her room through the skylight and tilted her head. “I thought we were gonna take a break tonight,” she said, carefully measuring the tone of her voice, trying not to betray her excitement that he hadn’t listened and that he was here. For her.
“I had to see you,” he mewled, sliding down her ladder like a videogame protagonist. He threw himself at her feet, sliding his head into her lap. “I missed you sooooo muuuuch.”
She giggled, stroking his hair (making sure to scratch a little behind his ears). “It’s been five hours at most, you goober.”
His eyes fluttered closed and his mouth popped open as she ran her hands through his hair, and she felt heat run through her body at the sight. God damn it, how was it fair that he was this attractive?
“One—one minute... without you is—is hell,” he forced out, barely, stopping and starting with each gasp of pleasure.
“Such a sweet talker,” she pooed, bringing her fingers under his chin and beginning to scritch, giggling as he melted. “So,” she said, “does Kitty want to answer to his Princess or his Lady tonight?”
Chat’s eyes squeezed, then blinked open, wide and emerald and wanting. “Actually,” he said, pulling away from her a little bit, “I was hoping we could... switch?”
Marinette pursed her lips and tilted her head. “You want to Dom,” she said, playfully incredulous. “You.”
Chat spluttered. “Did you even read ‘Off the Cuff?’” he said, indignant.
Marinette snorted. “You wrote that from my perspective,” she said. “Still submissive POV.”
Chat leaned back, crossed his arms, and pouted. “I just wanted to try it.”
Marinette smirked, reaching behind her to snatch a skein of yarn from her desk, then deftly wrapped it around her wrist. “Never said you couldn’t,” she purred, holding it up.
Chat beamed devilishly, and she felt leather-clad fingers wrap tight around her wrists, yanking her in toward him.
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