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A few months later, Adrien was over the moon with how his life was working out since Hawk Moth’s defeat and his mother waking up.
Adrien had spent a wonderful and lively holiday season at the formally-cold manor while surrounded by his friends and loved ones anytime he wanted company. Now, Christmas had come and gone just over a week ago and he was so excited to have spent it with his mother — with some time dedicated to his friends and girlfriend, of course — for the first time in forever.
He felt like the last few weeks had been a constant stream of late night study sessions, stressful tests followed by social engagements left and right with half of Paris. Now that the holiday parties and exams were over, Adrien wanted to spend some one-on-one time with his beautiful girlfriend.
He had invited Marinette over to the Agreste Manor on New Year’s Eve with the intention of relaxing together on a stay-at-home date before they joined their friends for a party later that evening. Marinette had leapt at the opportunity to spend some time with Adrien. Their relationship had been fraught with drama since they’d gotten together and she wanted nothing more than to have the opportunity to relax together and just be .
Marinette had brought a couple of hot chocolates and a small box of macarons when she came over and Adrien had quickly set up a movie as she settled on the couch. The pair were cuddled up close under a blanket watching the newest Ladybug and Chat Noir movie snickering like kids when Émilie came home from work.
“Hello mes petits chéris ,” Émilie greeted them both warmly. “How’re you both faring today?”
“We’re doing fine, mom,” Adrien beamed up at his mother as he pulled his girlfriend closer. She tried to pull away out of embarrassment, but he had no intention of letting her move.
Despite her initial shyness, Marinette felt her heart warm just watching them. Adrien had been conflicted when Émilie first woke up because he had years to catch her up on, but with his father’s arrest, he finally had the full freedom to live however he chose. Marinette was so proud of how he’d found a way to balance the conflict and felt her heart melt at how much he doted on his mom in her recovery while also never letting Marinette feel neglected.
They always said to pick a man based on how he treated his mother and now Marinette could see why.
At the same time the thought crossed her mind, Adrien’s eyes drifted from his mother back to her and she melted at the warmth and adoration showing in those pools of deep, green—
“I’m sorry Madame Agreste, what were you saying?” Marinette shook herself when Tikki pinched her from where she was hidden under the blanket, helping her realise that Émilie had been speaking to her . Adrien chuckled as Marinette felt herself flush in embarrassment again at being caught unawares. “I apologise.”
“It’s no problem, dear,” Émilie smiled as she came over and kissed Marinette on the forehead, same as she did with Adrien. “I was just letting my son know I wouldn’t be back tonight. I’m off to visit Gabriel and then I’m going to the party at Le Grand Paris. I know you both have plans with Alya and Nino later at the University, I just wanted you to know you’re welcome to stay the night if it gets too late. We have plenty of guest space if you’re worried about sharing with Adrien, but I’d hate to know you were travelling home alone too late at night.”
“That’s very generous. Thank you Mada—”
“Émilie,” the older woman insisted, not for the first time. “I mean it, Marinette, I would really like you to call me by name seeing as you’re practically family now.”
“Thank you, Émilie ,” Marinette smiled graciously. “If it’s not a bother, I’d actually appreciate it. My roommate won’t be home tonight and it’d be nice to not be alone.”
“Well then, please make yourself comfortable and be safe!” Émilie smiled as both her son and his girlfriend blushed bright red.
“I have your things, ma’am,” Émilie’s new secretary called from the door. “We have to go now or we’ll be late.”
“Duty calls,” Émilie sighed before leaning over the couch’s back to kiss her son on the forehead again in farewell. “I’ll see you late tomorrow.”
“Bye mum,” Adrien moved to get up to see his mother out, but she stopped him, telling him to stay put and that she could walk herself to her car.
Adrien, being Adrien, rolled his eyes good naturedly and stood anyway, Marinette sitting up to let him. As he left, Marinette hummed in contentment and snuggled into the comfortable sofa. She must have drifted off because the next thing she knew, Adrien was picking her up.
“What are you doing, Minou?” she murmured softly. She felt more than heard his purr of contentment as he pressed a kiss against her forehead.
“I’m carrying you to bed Princess,” he explained. “You deserve a nap before the party tonight and I don’t want you getting a sore neck on the sofa.”
While the comment was totally innocent to Adrien, Marinette felt her pulse spike at his words. She’d been nervous to take their relationship too far for several reasons. Firstly, this was Adrien , the boy turned man whom she’d been in love with since she was thirteen. Secondly, she was completely inexperienced because she’d only ever had eyes for Adrien and that was intimidating.
“Kitty, I really need to —”
“Take a nap,” Adrien cut her off again as he set her down on his bed gently, leaning in to kiss her lips in a quick peck before pulling back. “I mean it, Mari. The bags under your eyes are nothing to sneeze at and it’s obvious you haven’t been taking the best care of yourself since final exams were so intense. If I had to bet, you’ve been going full throttle for school, the bakery, and our other duties for months and you deserve a break.”
Marinette pouted as she crossed her arms. “Are you saying I’m ugly because of a few dark circles?”
Adrien’s eyes bugged out of his head as he rapidly started to backpedal.
“What? NO! Never! What did I say that — No!”
The sight of her boyfriend’s panic broke something inside Marinette and she completely broke down into giggles. For a good five minutes, all she could do was laugh on Adrien’s bed as he panicked. She was sure she looked like a psych patient, so she kept trying to calm herself down, but then she’d see Adrien’s face and she’d be hit with another round of the giggles.
Adrien’s face slowly morphed from panic, to confusion, to one of Marinette’s favourite looks, his Mari-grin. It was the look he got sometimes when he had no idea what she’d been trying to say or couldn’t figure out what was going on, but his automatic response was to smile because he always found her so adorable.
When Marinette was finally able to pull herself together, she wiped away one of her tears before realising Adrien was already in the process of wiping her tears away on her other cheek. She met his gaze and they both leaned in to share a sweet kiss.
“Please take just a short nap, Mari?” he asked when they pulled back.
While she’d been feeling stubborn before, Marinette finally agreed after her little hysterical episode that a nap would probably be wise. The look of joy and relief on Adrien’s face when she conveyed this, convinced her that she was making the right decision.
“I’ll let you take my bed, then,” Adrien grinned as he pulled away to stand up. “I’ll just play some games quietly and —”
Whatever he’d been planning to say died in his throat when her small hand wrapped around his arm.
“Um… Do you want to take a nap with me?” Marinette flushed red as she asked. She didn’t want to miss out on any coupley-things during their date time since he hadn’t had any time off recently. As irrational as it was, she didn’t want to miss out on spending time with him just because she was a little tired — especially when his bed was more than big enough for the two young adults to cuddle. She just really didn’t want to miss him.
Adrien hesitated for a moment because his mother had raised him to be a gentleman and the idea of sharing the bed with his gorgeous girlfriend — even just to cuddle — brought some very un gentlemanly things to mind.
“Mari, I —”
“It sounds silly as I say it, but I saw this TikTok or article or something that said snuggling while sleeping was a great way to grow closer to your partner. I — I really have missed you, despite knowing why you’ve been so busy. You know I fully support you, but I just… I just want to be close to you,” she rambled as a flush of the shade of her Ladybug suit overtook her face. “Will you come and sleep with me?”
That was the moment Adrien Agreste died. Cause of death: his girlfriend was too cute and he loved her so much his heart stopped.
When his heart started beating again, it raced and hammered against his ribcage. He tried to hide it as he nodded at her because Adrien had an ingrained inability to say no to his girlfriend.
“I will nap with you on one condition: we actually get some rest and then we can get ready for tonight. Look, I’ll even set an alarm so we both have time to get ready since I think Alya and Nino would kill us if we missed the party at the University from oversleeping.”
“Okay,” Marinette agreed as they both crawled into bed. She slithered across the bed as he set the alarm and plugged his phone in. Satisfied it was charging, he moved to lay on his back, holding his arm out for her to get comfortable against him. Adrien was in jeans and classic t-shirt and overshirt combo while Marinette was still wearing her jeans, shirt and bra from when she’d gotten dressed up for their study date.
After a few moments, they felt an undeniable urge to squirm. They were both wearing way too many layers to feel comfortable. They tried to ignore their discomfort to let the other rest, but eventually their eyes met and a mutual understanding passed between them, causing a fit of giggles to take over.
“I hate to ask, but do you mind if I take off my jeans and overshirt to nap in my shirt and boxers?” Adrien asked. “I promise I’ll be a gentleman and we can sleep under the blankets if that’d make you more comfortable?”
“I really don’t mind as long as… Do you mind if I borrow a clean pair of your workout clothes? I dressed up for a date and these aren’t the best to nap in either.”
“What’s mine is yours, Princess,” he told her as he leaned forward to peck her forehead. “Feel free to grab anything from my closet that you’d be comfortable in. I’m just gonna… Bathroom,” he pointed towards his destination as she nodded and scampered off to his closet to pick out something more comfortable to change into.
She quickly picked out a clean pair of basketball shorts and an old shirt from lycee.
She exited his closet holding the borrowed clothes as he exited the bathroom and they traded places.
Marinette quickly entered the bathroom to change and took a deep breath as the embarrassment started taking over. Despite what his mother had offered for after the party, this felt much more like “spending the night” behaviour than “getting ready for a short nap” behaviour.
She quickly changed into her borrowed clothes, even taking her bra off underneath his shirt, leaving only her underwear on underneath and couldn’t hold back from brushing out her hair and washing her face — Chat Noir had visited her a few times late at night for their wine nights. He had seen her at her most basic long before they started dating and she'd rather he see her makeup-free than risk her makeup smearing (or worse, rubbing off on his shirt) during their nap. She had her makeup kit and dress in her bag for the party anyway.
She was tempted to give herself a spritz of perfume, but the only fragrances Adrien had in his bathroom were his own “Adrien” cologne or Gabriel’s signature scent from the brand. The idea of wearing “Gabriel” was enough to make her wrinkle her nose and she doubted that Adrien’s own cologne would turn him on… She’d rather wear his scent in a different way.
As soon as the thought flitted through her mind, she blushed redder than her Kwami. She giggled and took a few deep breaths to calm down before leaving the bathroom.
Adrien had pulled back the blankets and slipped under them to rest as he played on his phone and waited on her, which admittedly made it a bit better for Marinette as she made her way to join him.
“Comfy?” he asked with a smile as she got closer.
“Very. Thank you,” Marinette smiled as crawled into bed to join him.
“Oh… sure,” Adrien laid back down and held his arm out for Marinette to cuddle close, but he had a different problem in mind now. Suddenly all he could think about was his girlfriend’s boobs and how he really wanted to touch them. As quick as the thought came, he shook the idea from his mind. He didn’t want to pressure her into anything she wasn’t comfortable with. He wanted to respect Marinette’s boundaries, but still wanted to help her relax from all of her responsibilities. He swore to himself that he could absolutely keep his hands to himself.
Adrien reached behind him to put his still-plugged-in phone on the built-in shelves before turning to his girlfriend, who was now a very pretty red that matched the exact colour of her suit.
She really does look beautiful in red , Adrien mused. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah,” Marinette choked before swallowing to clear her throat as she scrambled to put her phone down on her pillow. “Everything’s fine. Alya is just a little… too informative sometimes. Takes a simple question and just… runs with it. Now, are we doing this?”
Informative? Doing what? Adrien’s brow furrowed in confusion. What would Alya need to — ohhh.
And that was the moment Adrien got a clue.
Like a lightbulb going off, Adrien realised a few things at once.
He had suggested she take a nap and Marinette was suggesting he sleep with her . She was asking Alya about things which would prompt a response capable of making Marinette blush and fret. He had suggested a nap with pure intentions, but she thought he’d been suggesting more and welcomed it.
Secondly, he hadn’t said anything in way too long and she was realising the miscommunication and was saying something about leaving to take the couch and —
“Oh no, my Lady. You are not leaving this bed.” He tugged her back down to him and kissed her. She whimpered and tossed her phone uncaringly over her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him back. “I promised my Lady a nap and good rest, didn’t I?”
“Mmmm,” she agreed as she pressed her mouth against his eagerly. He responded in kind.
He reached an arm around her and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he groaned when her fingers tangled in his hair.
She was temptation divine and he’d wanted her since he was fourteen and had learned what his body could do. He’d used it to protect and support this wonderful woman for years and he was just grateful he’d been able to somehow win her heart in the process.
He knew that it might seem foolish to some to wait this long before trying anything but Adrien was a romantic before anything else. He’d had other girlfriends before, but none of them held his interest like his Lady had. He’d been one smitten kitten since the day he met her and he knew his heart would be hers for as long as he lived.
Feeling her press closer, he tightened his grip on her waist. He wanted to explore her delicate soft skin, but he didn’t want to push for too much all at once. He wanted her desperately , but he wanted to be sure they went at her pace. He could never hurt his Lady.
Marinette could feel Adrien’s restraint in every muscle of his body. Cuddling up against him was like cuddling against a board. She didn’t want a tense-and-respectful Adrien. She wanted her boyfriend, her partner. She wanted the man who’d been so overwhelmed by her he’d pinned her to a door before they had their war meeting all those months ago. She wanted the suave man who dressed in a cat leather suit and was so relaxed and confident that he made iconic puns even when fighting their enemies.
She pouted briefly before surging closer, pressing every line of her body against his. His groan was muffled against her mouth and she used the opening to slide her tongue along his own. She wanted him to respond and take over. She didn’t want him holding back. She knew from both Alya and Nino’s overabundance in sharing that he definitely wanted to take the next step, but was holding back for her. She wanted him to know she wanted the next step as much as he did and decided to take Alya’s suggestion to “just jump the boy” at face value.
“Adrien,” she murmured as she pressed forward farther, causing him to roll onto his back with her straddling him. “I want… Minou, I want you to touch me… if you want. I mean, I don’t want to pressure you if you’re not ready, but I am and I know I’m nervous because you’re you and I’m just me, but I— oh!”
Adrien surged up at that point, immediately flipping her beneath him to silence her with a searing kiss that had her seeing stars. Agile like a cat, indeed.
“ Never doubt that I want you Lovebug,” he smiled as he pulled away. “I’m nervous too because it’s you. I want you so much I can barely hold back, but I want to be sure you won’t have regrets because it’s my first time and I’m not sure it’ll be good but I—” his words were cut off by a finger tracing his lips.
“It’s my first time too,” she smiled up at him, her eyes alight with love and trust. “I want it to be with you.”
Adrien melted at her words and lowered himself to rest above her, holding most of his weight on his elbows and knees. Her fingers tangled in his blond hair and she whimpered in his mouth as their tongues met in a well-rehearsed dance.
This part they’d done many many times, but now she was ready to move forward with the next part of this dance.
She pulled away from him and pulled his shirt over her head before he could react, leaving her in just his shorts. Her sexy model boyfriend was stunned as he looked down at her. At first, his reaction was funny enough that she giggled, but after a few seconds, she felt uncomfortable with the staring and tried to cover her chest.
“Adrien? Cat got your tongue?”
Both her arms were moving to cover her glorious breasts when her pun pulled him from his stupor and he grinned roguishly. He gently pulled her arms up away from her to wrap around his neck.
“No such feline, my Lady, but a Ladybug did,” he winked as he kissed her. “You’re so beautiful, you stole my breath for a moment.”
“Dramatic kitty,” she rolled her eyes as she blushed. “I know I’m not as… well, gifted as some, but—”
“Okay, new rule,” Adrien interrupted her after he kissed her to stop her comments. “Your mouth is insulting my incredibly sexy and undeniably wonderful girlfriend and I don’t like that… So I’m gonna have to stop you from doing that and trust me when I say that I’ve wanted no one else the way I’ve wanted you since we were kids in college. After modelling for so long, I just don’t see bodies that way anymore. I have always cared about who you are more than how you look, chérie. I don’t give a damn whether you’re an A-cup or a H-cup or have a tiny waist or decide to gain 300 pounds. I love you Marinette Dupain-Cheng in whatever clothes or body you come in. However, I have to say that right now my favourite look on you is ‘no clothes at all’ because you’re so undeniably beautiful and irresistible and sexy.”
Marinette tried really hard to not cry, but his words soothed a deep insecurity in her that all girls faced. She knew he was being honest beyond a shadow of a doubt and she couldn’t help herself as she gripped the soft hair at the nape of his neck to pull him into a searing kiss, allowing only a few tears to escape from the corners of her eyes. Adrien moved a hand to wipe them away as soon as he saw them.
“I love you too, Minou, my Adrien,” she smiled. “I love you so much. But… Can I love you with no shirt on now? Otherwise you’re really gonna have me crying all night.”
She realised her mistake as a practically feral glint sparked in his eye. He looked like a cat playing with his mouse, or Ladybug as it were.
“Oh my Lady… That’s completely my goal… But I promise it’ll be because you’re enjoying it.”
He grinned as he covered her mouth with his own again. Instead of lingering, he pulled away just enough to rip his shirt over his head in a move perfected by years of quick-changes as a model. One second his shirt was on and the next it was on the floor with Marinette’s.
He leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips before moving to kiss along her cheek to her ear, kissing at the hollow below and down to her pulse point. “You can touch if I can?” he offered.
“Yes please,” she whimpered as her shaking fingers barely grazed his chest. Moving his weight to one arm, he kissed down her neck as his free hand found hers. Covering the back of her hand with his own, he pressed her hand firmly against his lean chest.
The movement gave her the confidence to explore his torso as his hand moved to the dip of her waist. As his lips travelled further south, exploring his girlfriend’s delightfully soft skin, his hand travelled up until they met in the middle.
She whimpered and he pulled back in a heartbeat. He knew it wasn’t a whimper of pleasure.
Marinette had been losing her mind to the absolute pleasure of her boyfriend exploring her body for the first time when he reached her breasts. She tried not to show it, but she instinctively winced in discomfort because of how tender her boobs were after being in her bra all day — essentially the barest touch of her boyfriend brushing the side was enough to send a brief jolt of discomfort through her. She could swear her underwire had been pressing that exact point all day and made a mental note to check the stitch as soon as possible to avoid being stabbed. She just prayed her boyfriend hadn’t noticed. She already felt close to her limit of her embarrassment quota for the day.
Luck was not on her side because as clueless as he was normally, he’d made it a habit all these years they fought together to be attuned to her body language and he noticed the moment she winced but tried to cover it up.
“Are you okay, Marinette?” he leaned away from her quickly. She tried to catch him before he got too far, but her instinct to grab at his clothing failed when her fingers touched the satiny skin over his pec. She was briefly distracted by the sunlight hitting the golden hairs going down the centre of his torso to disappear into his pants, but the concerned look in his eyes brought her back into the moment.
“I’m fine Adrien, don’t worry. I’m just a little tender,” she winced even as she said it, knowing how he’d take it.
“Tender? Did you get hurt? What happened? Did something go wrong on patrol? Did you fall? The hospital! Why didn’t you tell me? We need to —”
“Adrien! It’s just my breasts, not an injury!” Marinette froze and felt her face flame instantly.
“I’m sorry, what?” Adrien was now a matching shade of red, but at least he’d stopped panicking. Plagg’s laughter then yelp could be distantly heard from the mezzanine.
“I — It’s just… bra… My bra makes me tender okay? I’ve grown a bit in that area in the last year and it’s just a girl thing. It’s no big deal. Can we forget it please?”
“Oh… um… well, you—”
“Minou,” Marinette cut him off as she turned more crimson than her suit would ever be able to match. “I’m fine and comfortable now. Can we drop it so we can get back to what we were doing? They’re tender, not painful. It just means they’re even more sensitive than usual. Just go easy. You can touch, just… light pressure, okay?”
Suddenly all he could think about was his girlfriend’s boobs and how he wanted to help her not feel uncomfortable. Maybe he could offer to massage the pain out of them. He knew that it would make him feel bett— her . It’d make her feel better.
Marinette smiled as his gaze was riveted to her breasts. She took a small amount of pride and confidence that even if he didn’t care what shape she came in, he still seemed to really like her body at least.
Her thoughts shuttered as he ducked his head to place a kiss directly over her heart and her thoughts immediately screamed that ‘Adrien just kissed my boob!’
He didn’t stop either. While his lips traced and pecked at and laid open mouthed kisses around her left tit, his right hand moved to cover her entire right breast before he squeezed it gently. She moaned loudly as his hand started massaging the poor piece of flesh even as his lips closed around her nipple.
The breath froze in her lungs as she let out a gasp at the attention. She wasn’t used to her breasts receiving attention but holy kwamis it felt good. Adrien switched between nips and sucks and once or twice just pressed the entire flat of his tongue against her mound. Marinette whimpered and wriggled beneath him. He was following no kind of pattern and it was maddeningly delightful.
When he switched breasts to lave attention equally, she shivered at the feeling of her wet flesh being exposed to the cold air in the room before it was covered by his large hand.
She wondered if the theory about large hands was accurate as she wrapped a leg to hitch over his waist, grinding her core against his shorts and resuming her exploration of his shoulders and upper back with her hands.
He groaned and thrust back against her, gently biting her nipple in the process, causing her to yelp out his name in pleasure as she felt a bolt of something running down to her core.
Adrien pulled back to cup both of her breasts in his hands as he thrust against her more deliberately.
“You’re so gorgeous my Lady. You should see how lovely and pink you look against my sheets. You do realise I’ll never be able to sleep again without thinking of you like this? Blushing and almost naked in my bed. I feel like the luckiest guy on earth.”
“Well, half-dressed is one thing, but if you removed these damn shorts, you’d have a lot more to dream about.” Marinette wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying since she felt so good where his warmth pressed against her, but she just wanted more.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he grinned. He’d always been the one with a loud mouth around his lady and he was discovering his first kink might be dirty talk. “You want me to help you out of my clothes?”
“Please Kitty. I just… I want you to touch me.”
“Whatever you like, chérie,” he grinned as his hands found the waistband of her shorts and helped her ease them down her creamy smooth thighs, leaving her in only a lacy pair of underwear.
“You look like the cat who wants the cream,” she giggled, catching the hungry look in his eyes.
“No, no no. I’m the cat who gets the cream,” he insisted as he ducked his head to lick a stripe up her knickers.
Marinette groaned as she wiggled against his mouth. He put a hand over her lower stomach and used it as an anchor to keep her in place. He grinned devilishly as he slid her underwear down her legs, following their path with his lips down one leg. She gasped and watched him as he followed the same path up her other leg.
“Adrien,” she gasped. She couldn’t believe what was happening.
In none of her wildest dreams would she imagine this happening when she’d woken up that day. She’d gotten ready for their “stay in” date and had grabbed her dress for the evening. She’d never expected she’d wind up in her boyfriend’s bed with him so close to eating her out when she’d gotten ready, no matter how hot some of their make out sessions had been in the past.
Adrien thanked his lucky stars that Nino and Alya overshared everything — specifically when Marinette wasn’t around. He mostly took cues from her, but having a general idea of some things to try was definitely convenient — not that he’d ever actually tell his friends that… they’d never let him hear the end of it if he did.
As he kissed his way to the apex of her thighs, he could hear her nearly panting below him. The knowledge made him feel almost lightheaded as all of the blood in his body rushed below his belt.
He carefully pulled apart the two petals that hid her core and blew lightly on the flesh within. Marinette whimpered loudly and bucked beneath him, encouraging him to use one hand to hold her in place. He wetly licked a stripe up the already-wet flesh, tasting her fully for the first time.
She was delicious.
She tasted sweet with a distinct tang and he eagerly tucked in to try more, determined to sear the memory of her taste into his mind.
As Adrien traced her core with his tongue, Marinette quickly lost all ability to think. He teased her relentlessly. He’d go up one side and down another, teasing her entrance each time with barely-piercing kitten licks. She was about to beg him to stop teasing her when his lips closed around her clit and he sucked, making her yell his name as stars burst behind her eyelids.
When she could figure out how to open her eyes again, she realised Adrien was nowhere close to being done with her. He had lapped up her release and now was slowly piercing her with one finger while she recovered. She whimpered as he quickly added a second finger and pumped them lazily within her, slowly stretching her out as his mouth kissed around his hand.
Marinette feared she’d lose her mind when he added a third finger and started licking at her clit insistently.
“Oh Adrien… I can’t… I… Just like that… more, please,” she babbled incoherently as she found her hands tangled in his hair. She used her grip to direct him where she needed him the most. She briefly worried she was being rough with him, until she realised he was purring happily as he eagerly pushed her to her finish again. The smooth vibration of his purrs were not helping her keep her cool.
He pulled his mouth away from her core to catch her eye. Licking his lips clean of her essence, he kept his fingers pumping within her as his thumb moved to press directly to her clit.
“Come for me ma chérie,” he ordered before fusing her lips with his own, and she did.
He slowed the movement of his hand until she could breathe easier, letting her ride out her orgasm as he moved to lay by her side, removing his hand as he felt the pulsing around his fingers ebb. He couldn’t wait to be within her properly, but he wanted to wait till she was ready.
Slowly, her eyes opened and she turned to smile at him.
“Hey,” she grinned as she snuggled closer.
“Hey yourself,” he smiled.
“That was… I don’t know what to say,” Marinette hid her face in his chest, suddenly embarrassed at how brazen she’d been. Despite the fact they’d been together for months, she still sometimes couldn’t believe that her long-time crush was her boyfriend… and he’d just eaten her out.
Mind-blowingly well, at that.
She moved her hands from his chest to trace his defined abs, wanting, needing to touch him too.
“Hey, careful princess,” Adrien grimaced as he caught her hands. “If you keep that up, the main event might end sooner than we planned.”
The fact that this was his first time too hit her again. Yes, this was Adrien, but also her Chaton. He was far from perfect, but he was hers, and she knew how to handle him.
They thrived on competition, after all.
“Well, that’s two-nil, Chaton. You really think I’m gonna let you win this easily?” she smirked. “I’m fully confident we can enjoy a little amuse-bouche right now and still have our fun later, don’t you think?”
His eyes widened as Marinette adopted Ladybug’s confidence like a second skin. She didn’t give him time to react or pull away —— not that he wanted to — as she leaned in and sealed his lips with her own. The kiss wasn’t gentle or soft. It was hard and piercing as she took what she wanted.
He was very happy to let her have her way with him as he laid back and let her roll herself to straddle him as they made out. His hands rested easily at her waist as she kissed him.
“Minou,” she murmured as she pulled away to start kissing down his chest. “You’re far too dressed. Maybe I could help you with that the same way you helped me?”
“Guhhh…” Adrien’s Chat Noir level of confidence was out the window as every fantasy he’d held since he was fourteen was unfolding in front of him. Marinette may not be in her suit, but that didn’t matter to him as she travelled down his body, kissing every bit of flesh as she could on her way. He wiggled as the feel of her lips and feather-light touch tickled his stomach, but he felt his breath catch when she reached his shorts and the sensitive skin between his hip bones.
He was wearing a pair of his gym shorts, and he knew they were already pitching a proud tent. He felt his eyes cross as Marinette traced the seam with her lips, kissing the flesh of his lower stomach where the fabric ended.
“You know, I never got why this V was always so enticing for other girls,” Marinette observed as she traced the muscles in question. “Now I can kind of see the appeal.”
“Marinette,” he groaned, begging without saying the words. “My Lady, please.”
“What do you want, Minou?” Marinette grinned as she reached lower and palmed him through his shorts. “I thought you didn’t want me to do anything special?”
“I… I won’t last if you do, but oh!”
Marinette grinned as she stroked him over his shorts.
“You know… a little birdie told me that guys last longer in the main event if they have a chance to come once first. Care to test that theory?”
“I bet anything it was a fox, not a bird and yes, please … but only if you want to,” he added as an afterthought.
He needn’t have worried as his girlfriend grinned excitedly. When she tugged at his shorts, he helpfully lifted his hips and she pulled them down his legs with his briefs, leaving them both naked.
Before he could fully process that thought, she was climbing up his body to kneel between his legs, her face very close to his enlarged member. He dropped his head, expecting her to do anything, but instead she paused just before touching him.
“It’s larger than I thought it’d be,” she observed almost shyly.
Adrien blushed as she observed him. He was tempted to try and cover himself out of embarrassment, but the thought had barely crossed his mind when she reached out to touch him.
She traced the large vein on the underside of his cock with her finger as he groaned loudly. His reaction encouraged her to touch him more as she wrapped a hand around his length. She tried stroking once before a memory of conversation with Alya tickled at the back of her mind.
She retracted her hand to lick a large, wet stripe across her palm and fingers before grabbing him again. She tentatively stroked him a few times as he whimpered at the sensation. It was taking almost all of his willpower to hold back as she stroked him more insistently.
He concentrated all of his power on not coming, but felt his feeble control unravel when a warm, wet sensation covered the head of his cock. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Adrien looked down to see his girlfriend licking at the head, her eyes fixed on his face to see his reaction.
“My Lady, I’m gonna come — shit I’m coming soon, so you should probably —” he tried to warn her before she chose to suck lightly at the tip, her eyes daring him to move.
He groaned as his control snapped and he came. She was barely able to pull away as the first spurt hit her on the cheek before she was able to aim him away from herself as she stroked him through his completion. The rest of his cum landed on his chest as he softened only slightly in her small hand.
Adrien panted heavily as he tried to recover. When he finally had the strength to sit up, he saw Marinette wiping his cum off of her face. He was about to offer her a tissue when her tongue flicked out to lick the essence from her hand.
He felt his softening member harden again at the sight.
“Marinette, let me get you a Kleenex,” he offered.
“It’s okay,” she grinned as she cleaned off her fingers. “You don’t taste that bad — kinda like a salty brie if I had to define it — but you should probably wipe yourself off.”
He couldn’t breathe. She was going to be the death of him.
If he was going to die anyway, he wanted to make sure she never forgot him at least. He pulled her up his body to kiss her fiercely as he turned them so that she was on her back as he laid over her. He peppered kisses all over her face until she giggled at the sensation.
“You are the most wonderful girl I’ve ever met,” he decided as he pulled away. “Stay here,” he grinned as she made a point to snuggle into place as he moved to get off the bed and grab the suggested tissue. He wiped his chest clean as he headed to his desk and the box of condoms he knew was in the bottom drawer. Nino had given them to him as a gag-gift on his eighteenth birthday long before he’d gotten together with Marinette and he’d stuffed them in the drawer ever since.
He’d never even opened the box, but a quick glance at the expiration date confirmed they were still safe to use.
Pulling the unopened package from its hiding place, he turned back to the bed to see Marinette stretched out lazily and comfortably. He swore she was an angel who’d fallen from heaven and was gracing his bed with her presence. She was stunning and he was gobsmacked.
“Have I truly rendered the talkative kitty mute?” Marinette grinned teasingly. “Or did the cat catch your tongue?”
“Okay, new rule. Puns are my thing or else you’ll never be able to leave my room,” he decided.
“Not the bed?” she quirked her eyebrow at him questioningly.
“Oh no,” he grinned as he ripped open the box and pulled a roll of foils from within, tearing one away. “I have a few plans for you that include the piano and the firepole.”
Marinette laughed, assuming he was kidding — he wasn’t, but he didn’t bother correcting her at this moment as he crawled across the bed to get to her again. She opened her arms welcomingly and he’d never felt as if he was coming home more than as he crawled over her to press his lips against her own.
“Let me,” she offered as she took the condom from him. She carefully opened it and expertly rolled the condom over his length. He was about to question how she was so good at it with no practice, but she rolled her eyes, recognising the look in advance. “Alya,” she said dismissively by way of explanation before she pulled him down into a kiss.
He let it go. Their best friends were definitely too much.
The couple kissed each other lovingly for a few minutes until Marinette wriggled uncomfortably. She was even more wet now as he gently traced his fingers over her torso, ending on her breasts. Deciding to take the lead, she reached between them to position Adrien at her entrance. He pulled away to meet her eyes. She locked her gaze with his and nodded.
He returned the gesture as he braced himself and slowly started pressing into her. She knew it was going to hurt, but mostly she just felt the stretch and a slight burn that was eased by the fact she’d already come twice. Adrien slowly worked his way into her until the head was past the entrance and he froze.
“Just do it,” she grunted as she gripped his biceps.
He covered his lips with his as he snapped his hips to hers, breaking through and causing himself to fill her fully in one movement. It took all of his tattered control to not move as she adjusted to his size. She whimpered at the stretch, but he tried to distract her as he pressed kisses all over her face until she’d relaxed.
She caught his face and pulled him into a kiss as she moved her hips against his. A shock of pleasure went through her and she gasped in pleasure, quickly repeating the motion.
Adrien pulled away as he took the cue and slowly withdrew before snapping back into her warm, wet, and tight heat. It took them a few awkward moments of fumbling, but they were able to find a rhythm relatively quickly. They always worked better as a team.
He slowly pumped in and out of her until she groaned, her head falling back as her back arched forward. He ducked his head to wrap his lips around one of her nipples.
“Oh Minou… Adrien, more please,” she gasped as she bucked beneath him.
“You wish is my command, Princess,” he smiled as he sped his pace a bit. The result caused his pelvic bone to brush against her clit as he bottomed out. Her reaction was instantaneous as she spasmed beneath him as if she’d been electrocuted.
“More. That. Please!” she begged as her hands wrapped around his shoulders to grip at the fine hairs at the nape of his neck.
The light tugging pressure caused his pace to increase until he was snapping his hips into hers as they both chased towards their peak.
Adrien felt the familiar pulling in his lower abdomen and frantically held back as he made love to his girlfriend. He pulled back to be able to reach between them. He thumbed her clit with one hand as his other moved to cup her face.
“I want you to come first. I’m so close, but I need you to come before me, chérie. Come for me, Marinette.”
It was the first time he’d used her actual name and it caused a waterfall of sensations within her. Mostly, she felt an overwhelming love for the man as she came immediately. Stars burst behind her eyes and she fell over the edge.
Adrien followed close behind her into oblivion and they collapsed in each other’s arms. He lasted there for only a moment before he rolled away, pulling himself from her core. He quickly pulled off the condom, tying off the end before he dropped it in the nearby waste bin.
When he was done, he collapsed back onto his back.
Marinette quickly tucked herself into his side, snuggling close.
“Tikki, please make sure I wake up in time to get ready,” Marinette mumbled sleepily as she adjusted her head on Adrien’s shoulder.
“Of course, Marinette,” the kwami’s voice travelled from elsewhere in the room.
Adrien pressed a kiss against her forehead as he was fortunately able to reach his own phone. Plagg would never agree to being a reliable wake up call. He was a cat after all. Adrien double checked the alarms on his own phone before he followed his girlfriend into the world of dreams.
Marinette groaned as Tikki nudged at her to wake up.
“I don’t wanna,” she mumbled, burrowing deeper into the pillow.
She heard a deep chuckle behind her.
“Let me try Tikki,” the bemused voice of her boyfriend purred.
“You’re welcome to try, but she’s impossible when she’s like this,” Tikki huffed.
“My Lady,” Adrien — no, Chat’s voice sounded close before his teeth nipped at the shell of her ear. “It’s time to get up.”
“Bed cosy. Blankets have accepted me as one of their own. Don’t wanna,” Marinette retorted stubbornly as she burrowed her face further into her pillow, even as memories from earlier in the evening began to come back to her.
Adrien and her making out in bed. Getting naked…
“Ohhh,” Marinette winced as his lips moved to her ear, his arm circling her waist to tug her back against him.
“Are you waking up?” he chuckled into the nape of her neck.
“Depends… Are you going to stop if I’m awake?”
He laughed at that and rolled her onto her back so he could lean over and kiss her properly.
“As much as I’d love to keep going, ma chérie, we’ve got a party to get to. Alya will have our hides if we miss it.”
Marinette whimpered as she reached up to pull him down against her again.
“Five more minutes and then I’ll get up.”
“I can’t really argue with that,” he laughed as he sank into her arms and kissed her.
Thirty minutes later, they both rushed to get ready.
“I can’t believe you kept talking me out of getting ready,” Adrien chuckled as they were so close to running late. “Now I know why you’re always rushing everywhere.”
“In my defence, this is the first time I can blame my boyfriend for being too sexy.”
“You think I’m sexy?” Adrien perked up and paused in tying his tie.
“Did you really doubt that after what we did just a few hours ago?” Marinette rolled her eyes as she finished pinning her hair up and moved on to her makeup.
“A bit?” he admitted shyly. He knew he photographed well, but when one dated a goddess, one couldn’t help but see he definitely had room for improvement.
“Oh you… Silly Kitty,” Marinette moved away from the mirror long enough to walk over to him sitting on his bed and press a kiss against his lips before returning to the bathroom. “You’re the male model. I liked you before I liked your face, but yes… I find you very attractive… and sexy. I just figured the fact that my room is covered in photos of you would be a bit of a giveaway.”
“You told me those were inspirational photos,” he joked. Marinette decided to forgo blush since she doubted he would ever stop teasing her and she definitely didn’t need the makeup’s help to look flushed.
“They definitely inspired something ,” she muttered as she put on her lipstick.
“Did you say something?” Adrien asked. He had fortunately missed her response as he collected his dress shoes from the closet.
“Nothing at all!” Marinette’s voice pitched when she answered. “I just have to finish my eyeliner and mascara and I’m ready.”
“Okay, we’ve got five minutes until my bodyguard is scheduled to pull the car around.”
“Plenty of time,” she smiled as she expertly traced a thin line of eyeliner to accent the eyeshadow she’d applied.
She’d just finished curling and applying mascara to her eyelashes when they heard a knock on Adrien’s bedroom door.
“Time to go,” he grinned as he moved to meet her.
He froze when she turned to face him and he went slack-jawed.
“You look… I don’t even have words, Marinette. You look amazing.”
“Thanks Kitty,” she blushed. “Shall we?”
He offered her his arm and they made their way down to the limousine he’d rented.
“You know it’s just a formal-wear party at the University, right?” she asked in amazement.
“True… but you’re wearing your own design and you deserve to arrive in style… Let me treat you to this once?”
She leaned up and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
“I think we both know that I have an inability to say no to you,” she grinned.
He beamed happily as he helped her into the vehicle. Originally he’d planned for them to take the scenic route, but considering they were already fashionably late, they took the most direct route.
When they arrived, Nino and Alya met them at the valet.
“I hope you’re not going to let her make a habit of making you guys late,” Nino greeted as he fist-bumped his best friend.
“Girl! You look amazing!” Alya complimented. “Your dress is definitely a showstopper.”
“I hope so,” Marinette grinned. “It’s finally graded, but as far as finals go, this one was so difficult and so rewarding!”
She was dressed in a green ball gown with hand-embroidered black beading across the strapless bodice. The skirt had several layers of multi-textured fabrics. It had silk, tulle, satin, and lace in varying lengths and shades of green. It was the perfect blend of edgy and elegant. Her teacher had showered the design with praise and Marinette had only improved it when taking it from paper to fabric. Only she and the other Miraculous holders in-the-know knew that the dress was deliberately designed in homage to Chat Noir. He complimented her outfit in his black suit and green shirt, despite the fact he’d really wanted to wear her signature red colour.
She’d promised him that they’d wear red for the Valentine’s Day ball.
She’d made up a dress for Alya as well. The empire-style lilac silk dress hugged her best friend’s frame and showed off all of her assets, drawing the gaze of more than just her fiancé. Her sparkling diamond diverted their interested gazes soon enough, though.
When Alya and Nino had announced their engagement, Marinette’s screams had threatened the safety of everyone’s hearing within a mile radius of the girls’ flat.
When Adrien had offered to take over Alya’s part of the lease to let her move in with Nino, Alya’s screech had threatened the hearing of everyone else in Paris. Marinette had just fainted, but had enthusiastically kissed Adrien when she’d come to. He was set to move in mid-February.
Nino was only in a formal black shirt with lilac embroidery that matched Alya’s dress on the left side. He’d flat-out refused to wear a suit jacket, so Marinette had come up with something slightly more formal than just a dress top. Considering the boy rarely wore anything other than his signature hoodies, he cleaned up well and had a very proud arm wrapped around Alya’s waist.
“This party isn’t going to take over itself,” Alya announced. “Let’s go get our party on!”
Marinette giggled and nodded. The two girls linked arms and made their way into the Ball as their amused men followed behind.
The party was in full swing as the quartet entered. Marinette and Alya had pulled some strings and all four were thrilled to see Kitty Section rocking out on the stage. Adrien flagged a waiter and scurried off with Nino to grab a few flutes of champagne.
“So seriously, Mari,” Alya hip-bumped her best friend as soon as they were ‘alone’. “Why were you both so late? Typically you’re not that late. Was loverboy a little too good to you?”
Marinette blushed.
“I mean…”
“Wait,” Alya whirled around to glare at her. “You didn’t.”
“I mean…”
Alya’s shriek was loud enough that both boys rushed to their sides.
“What happened?” Nino freaked out over his shocked girlfriend’s frozen figure.
As soon as he’d made sure Marinette wasn’t hurt, Adrien glanced at Alya and smirked in recognition.
“You told her?” he asked Marinette.
“Well… I mean, I never actually said it, but…”
“You didn’t,” Alya accused in shock.
“Oh but we did,” Adrien gave a Chat-style grin.
“What did —”
“You had sex?!” Alya shrieked and suddenly everyone around them got a clue.