What's up! I'm so sorry I'm not writing Catlette these days, really busy. 

Anyways, enjoy!!

Ps. This is a lime one shot. 13+ scenes. Shit is gonna happen. And I have caught you dirty people in 4K 📸📸📸

YoU HaVe BeEn WaRnEd......

3rd person POV:

Catlette was chilling in HQ while the others were out training. All was calm and all our ships were happy. 

However, Catboy wanted some action, some drama, some-

"Catboy?"

He snapped out of his trance, looking at his girlfriend, Owlette, confusedly, wondering, what now?

"Oh, uh, yes Princess?"

She's smirking.

Why the hell is she smirking?

Oh Gods, no.

"Princess, what d'you want?"

She smirks even more.

"You, Kitty."

She slams the novel she was reading close, grabs Catboy by the arm and touches his bracelet. He reverts to his secret identity form, Connor, immediately. She untransforms herself too.

'Well,' she thinks, 'He's grown and he's built up quite well. Not to mention the unbearable hotness he's got. He's so mine.'

Amaya grabs his hand roughly, and pins him against the wall, holding his hands above his head. She smiles.

Connor's face goes heavily red. 

"Amaya, what are you doing?!"

"Getting what I want."

She lets go of his hands, puts her lips to his and kisses him.

He freezes for a beat, two, and then spins around so fast that Amaya is now the one pinned against a wall, not once breaking the kiss.

He grabs her arms in one hand and puts his other hand on her waist. 

She bites his lower lip slowly, leading him to open his mouth and slips her tongue in.

He's surprised by this action but doesn't fight it. He does the same. She moans slightly.

Amaya tilts her head forward so he could execute his movements easily. She nips his lower lip again forcing him to moan loudly. 

"Amaya," he groans.

"Shut your trap, Kitty."

He lets go of her hands. She holds the base of his neck in one hand and runs her fingers through his silky hair.

She slows down her kisses and slowly trails kisses along his jaw, but suddenly stops at his neck. Connor looks at her, confused and betrayed.

"Sad that I stopped, Kitty?"

"I never did say so, Ama-" 

He's cut off by her kissing him forcefully again. "Oh, Gods." He tightens his grip at her waist.

She suddenly stops, and when he looks at her again, she places her lips at the nape of his neck and starts biting the soft skin. It was all he could do to keep standing; his legs were literal Jell-O.

"Oh, God, Princess, please," he moans, trying to grip the wall for support.

She puts a hand around his ear and another around his waist, pulling them as close as possible, both of them hating the idea of letting go.

She nibbles on his skin with a bit of force, making him release the lowest, sexiest, growl yet.

"Is this enough, Kitty? Or do you want to continue this?" 

He doesn't answer for a minute, closing his eyes. But before he opens them, he smirks.

"You've had your turn, Princess, now it's mine."

He presses her against the wall, firmly kissing her neck. She shudders and lets out a moan. 

His hand travels up and down her face and arms, laying force on some places, being feather light on others. 

She moans, placing her hand behind his neck. "Kitty, please."

He ignores this, and instead bites down on her soft skin quite hard. She lets out a soft, concealed scream.

He turns her around, so she faces the wall, and he pushes her long brown hair to one side as he crashes his lips the skin under her neck. She inhales sharply and lets out a groan.

"Do you want more, darling?"

She rolls her eyes. "Shut it and kiss me."

He grabs her neck forcefully and turns her around and kisses her, biting her tongue and slipping his own into her mouth. She groans against his lips. He lowers one of his hands down to her waist and slowly onto her thigh, lifting it up to waist level, all the while, nibbling on her lower lip.

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back, with a loud moan. The moment was shining, and both of them found themselves in the extraordinary position of never wanting to let go of the other's body.

Connor breaks away first. Smirking, he says, "Darling, what now?"

She breathes deeply and smirks too. "Why don't we finish this in bed?"

He sighs. "What a wonderful idea."

He picks her up, bridal style, and carries her to their room, laughing.

POV of People watching them from outside:

Starshine: *deep sigh* My God. I would never have imagined Catlette like that. *smirks*

Zafiro: What do you think next? *also smirks*

Jewel: I've got enough evidence to know what next. *shudders*

Zafiro: Relax, girls. Why don't we gatecrash on their, um, next session now, hmm? *holds up a video camera* It won't run out of batteries. All we need is a support to keep this standing.

Starshine: Oh, don't worry about that. I've got it all covered. *smirks*

Jewel: Enough yapping and come on! They're gonna start without an audience! *flies up to their window and conjures up 3 cushion chairs*

All three: *invisible* LET THE SHOW, BEGIN!!!

Hi all! Hope you're good! I loved writing this and hope you enjoy it too! And I too have evidence of you dirty minded fangirls and fanboys just running to read a lime Catlette one-shot!

God loves y'all!

Stella, out!!