Miraculous One-Shots

Porque Tu Eres Mi Obsesion (Smut)

Isn't it funny how this is the 69th chapter LMAO. Not me doing that on purpose. This is my first time writing smut. It might feel rushed and awkward because I have 1. Never done anything sexual and 2. I'm awkward. The title from this chapter is from the show 'La Reina Del Flow'

Tw: Sex, Implied Cheating

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There was something special about their late night rendezvouses.

Something about the midnight meetings and the risk of getting caught by the media.

The way she would moan into his mouth while they were kissing. The way she would claw at his back while wrapping her legs around his waist. He would push her against a random chimney and it would release a whole new set of emotions.

More romance, more pain, more need and greed stopped through their lips. He lightly nipped at her lip, asking for an invitation.

She invited him happily and opened her mouth slightly, his tongue making his way into her mouth.

His tongue dept around her mouth, explaining each and every thing. He could even take what she had had for dessert. Apple Danish. Sweet, tangy, and perfect, just like her. It coming from her made it taste better.

His hands moved from her face to her chest, his thumbs caressing the sides of her breast.

It sent shivers down her spine. They both knew they shouldn't, that they had their significant others. But it felt so right. Something so, so, so wrong but it felt so, so, so right.

She felt his fangs nibble on her bottom lip. She tugged at his zipper.

She quickly got him out of the top half of his suit. He moved them to the nicely made bed in the hotel's room.

"Detransform," she managed to get out before his lips met hers once again. She closed her eyes as the detransformation phrase slipped from his mouth, she transformed after.

His hands quickly undid the buttons that were on the front of her blouse, while she undid his pants. They broke apart when they both took off their shirts.

His hands instantly went back on her chest, groping and kneading her breast, pinching her erect nipple every now and then.

She moaned into his mouth, pleasure running through her body.

They broke apart for a second to catch their breath. Their gaze met each other. Lust and greediness and wanting danced in their eyes. Each other's gaze sent shivers down their spine.

His thumb traces her cheekbone. She initiated the kiss, pulling him down from his neck. She devoured his lips hungrily and mercilessly. He moaned into her mouth. His mouth popped off hers, trailing down her neck and down her collarbone all the way to breast.

"Please," she moaned, "I can't take it anymore," another moan left her lips, "I need you. So, so badly."

They pulled long enough for him to take off his boxers, she her underwear. They had been at this game for a long time. She was already on birth control, not wanting to waste time with a condom.

He put the tip on the tip of his dick on her folds, sliding it up and down, collecting her juices. "Please," she begged.

He slowly pushed into her, making them both groan at the feeling. No matter how many times they did this, he would never get sick of her and the way she would clench around him.

"Can I move?" he asked, keeping his hand around the back of neck. She nodded slightly, too far into her high to pay attention.

He started rocking his hips into her, the feeling of pleasure making them moan. His slow rhythm gradually increased, both of their moans feeling the once quiet room. "You feel so good," he moaned into her ear.

She smiled softly, lifting her hips to meet his thrust. His lips met her again, sucking and biting and whatever he could do just to be closer to her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, flipping them around. "Switching it up I see?" she could hear the smirk in his voice. She leaned into his ear, whispering softly, "I'm a woman that gets what she wants," she kissed his neck before nibbling his earlobe.

"And what I want is you."

He groaned as she lifted her hips up, his tip the only thing connecting their bodies before she went back down, pushing him farther in tha he was before. They quickly found a steady rhythm.

His hands gripped her hips and she knew he was close. "Not yet, mon coeur. Not until I'm there too." He groaned.

The coiling feeling in her stomach quickly came, making her work harder to get there when he thrusted up making her moan loudly, the sound of the skin slapping made it hotter.

"I'm- I'm-" she groaned as she came around him. She could feel his hot seed filling her up.

She groaned as she got off of him and laid beside him. His cum sliding down her thigh. Their breathing was heavy. She slowly got up and leaned over to kiss his lips. "I better get going. He'll be waiting for me."

"Don't go yet. Stay here for a few minutes," she smiled and his heart felt full. "She's waiting for you too," she said.

He watched as she got dressed. The American saying is really perfect for this moment. He hated to see her leave, but he loved to see her go.

She walked over to him once again, tucking her light pink blouse into her black pencil skirt. "Au revoir," she softly bit his earlobe, "Chaton."