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“Hugo, hold the tray straight! Louis, don’t drop those cups!” Ten year old Emma Dupain-Cheng scolded her younger brothers as she recorded them, unfocused, as they walked down the hallway to a bedroom door.
“You’re so bossy!” Eight year old Hugo grunted, trying to keep the tray of food, mostly croissants, from falling over.
“We can’t fight today!” Five year old Louis bounced in glee, two plastic cups in his hand. “This is Maman and Papa’s day! No fighting!”
There was grumbling from the others as they approached the closed door and the camera went dark as it was pressed against Emma’s body and the sound of a door opening was heard. The camera flashed brightly as a light was turned on and it focused on a bed.
The children walked closer to the bed, Emma on Maman’s side and the boys on Papa’s side. Underneath most of the thick blanket were two figures. Marinette was sprawled out, her one leg and arm hanging off the bed while she drooled and lightly snored on the pillow beneath her head.
Wrapped behind her, like his superhero name sake, was Adrien. His face was buried into the back of her neck and his arms were wrapped around her torso, acting as a second blanket for the woman.
The kids all giggled.
“I think Maman and Papa need a smaller bed,” Hugo giggled. “They’re always on a small part of theirs.”
“But then where would we sleep?!” Louis whined.
“Let’s wake them up!” Emma chimed in.
“You woke me up a long time ago, naughty Kittens,” Adrien chuckled from his wife’s neck.
The children all squealed and screamed, causing their mother to groan in her sleep as she blindly reached for her blanket to pull over her head.
“T’erly,” groaned Marinette.
“But, My Lady, our beloved Kittens have something for us,” Adrien purred. He sat up and walked his fingers up her exposed arm, trying to rouse her.
She groaned again before she rose, like a zombie, from her slumber, but quickly fell over, leaning against Adrien’s chest. She peered one eye open as the Kittens all yelled.
“Happy Anniversary, Maman and Papa!”
The video froze, stopping at the frozen frame of the grinning faces of a sleepy Adrien and Marinette cuddled up to each other as their children celebrated.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng clutched the sides of the tablet in her hands as she sat up in bed, hunched over the screen.
Four weeks. It had been four, very weird, long weeks that she had been slowly gaining some sort of memory back. It wasn’t anything concrete, just feelings when she watched the copious amount of videos that were loaded onto the tablet’s cloud or when she looked at the beautiful family that she had apparently created.
The Kwamis made sure to give her space when she was overwhelmed. She didn’t know what to make of them quite yet because she was still trying to process the whole fact that she was married with a family.
And she had no memory of it.
She was told that they knew it would happen one day. That they didn’t know when. So it seemed that her husband, along with their children when they were old enough, recorded many important moments.
For the…Kittens, as they were so often called, the bond was almost instant. From the moment that she met them -about five days after she woke up with no memory- she felt an immense feeling of love toward them.
“Maman!” a high pitched voice broke her from her long stare at the tablet.
She looked up to see her youngest, still the same as in the video she was just watching. Evidently it had been their fifteenth wedding anniversary, and it had happened weeks before the incident.
“Louis!” she perked up. “What are you doing here, my darling Kitten?”
“Papa is taking us to grandpère and grandmère’s!” Louis jumped on the bed excitedly.
“Is he now?” she asked with a gasp. “Well what am I supposed to do with you gone?!”
“You’ll have Papa! He’s not staying with us!” he bounded into her arms, knocking the tablet from her hands and her to her back as she put her arms around the small boy.
“Ohh! I’m going to miss you!” She squeezed him tight.
“Don’t worry, Maman! Papa won’t let you forget us again!” He gave her a huge wet kiss on her cheek and she felt like crying.
Adrien was a good man. That she knew instantly. But he was distant. Almost treating her like a child or like she was made of glass. While she had lost her memories of anything to do with him and the tiny floating creatures, she was still very much a thirty-five year old woman. She still knew how to eat, drink, cook, drive, directions…breathe. But sometimes Adrien would treat her as if she would break if he came too close to her.
With the Kittens going away for the evening, maybe she could finally ask him. She needed to figure out why the man in the videos was so different from the man who was walking into her bedroom at that moment.
Her bedroom. Because he didn’t share the room with her. He slept in a room down the hall.
“Louis! Be careful!” Adrien scolded as he walked in. “You know you aren’t supposed to barge in here without knocking.
Louis pouted. “Sorry, Papa,” he sniffled as his eyes filled with tears.
She watched a panicked look wash over Adrien’s face, tears almost at the corner of his eyes. “No! Louis! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so harsh! I just…”
She watched the grown man shrink in on himself, almost like he had reprimanded himself instead of his son. What had this man been through? She wished she knew. There were moments where her head would hurt trying to grasp onto memories to go with the feelings, but they just wouldn’t come. This man was said to be her husband, and she believed her parents when they told her, and he seemed so miserable and she wanted to make him feel better, but she didn’t know how.
She sat up and squeezed Louis to her chest, comforting him as he squeezed her back.
“Louis,” she cooed. “Papa didn’t mean it.” The boy looked up at her with his bright green, watery eyes and sniffed as he nodded.
“You won’t forget me, right?” Louis sniffed, his fingers gripping harder to her shirt.
“Louis-” Adrien started, reaching for the boy, but she stopped him, holding her hand out. She might have a severe magical case of amnesia, but she was still her.
“Look at me Louis,” she pulled the boy away from her so she could look at him. “I might forget all the fine details about you, like what your favorite color is or when you started walking, but I will never forget how much I love you.” She leaned forward and kissed him on his forehead.
“I love you, Maman!” Louis threw his arms around her neck, but this time she was ready so she didn’t get knocked over.
“I love you too, Lou,” she responded.
“You remembered my name!” he giggled.
“The videos help,” she answered honestly as she felt him struggle out of her grasp, wiping his nose with his sleeve. He beamed up at her.
“I’m so happy they do!” he exclaimed before turning to Adrien. “Did you hear, Papa!? Maman loves the videos!”
“I heard,” Adrien responded softly, wetness still lingering at the corner of his eyes. “I’m glad.”
“Now, go have fun with Grandpère, make sure to tell him to make you all the delicious treats!” she smiled, poking him in the stomach.
“I will!” he exclaimed, jumping off the bed and grabbing his backpack off the ground. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“I’ll be here,” she responded softly.
“Come on, Papa!” Louis ran up to Adrien and grabbed his hand to drag him out of the room.
Except, he didn’t budge. He just stared at her, as she stared back at him. There was some grunting from Louis as he tried to pull his father from the room, but neither said a word. She could tell he wanted to, but he was holding back. He blinked, forcing his gaze away from her.
“Let’s get your brother and sister,” he said to Louis before looking back to her. “I’ll be back,” he whispered.
“I’ll be here,” she reassured as she watched the boys leave her room.
She sat still on the bed for a few minutes before she noticed the tablet sitting next to her. She reached over and grabbed it, waking the screen up. It was still frozen at the same point. A beautiful couple sharing a bed together.
This bed.
She looked over at the other side of the bed. The covers were still mostly made up and the pillow untouched. She slept just fine in the bed, but something always felt off, and as she stared back at the frozen screen she thinks she’s figured out why.
He was supposed to sleep with her. In the same bed. Of course she knew married couples usually shared the same beds. Her parents did. But since she had woken up with amnesia, she had slept in this bed alone.
She stood up, laying the tablet down on the bed before getting up and pacing the room.
Maybe he didn’t like her. No. That was a silly thought. She stopped pacing and went back to the tablet, picking it back up. This tablet was proof of that. The device held memories from the smallest of things to the biggest of life events. The last video she watched was proof this man still liked her. Even ones from other friends and family members. All able to be searched by tags on the videos. Someone who didn’t like her wouldn’t go through all the effort of putting this together.
Maybe he didn’t find her attractive. Who was she to judge? She remembered sex ed. She remembered what her parents taught her. They had three kids together, so clearly they’d done it at least three times. But what if that was it? It wasn’t like there were any videos of those times on the tablet.
She paused her train of thought before sitting back on the bed and backing out of the video. Clicking on the search feature, she paused. What could she type in? Sex? That seemed too easy.
Zero results.
She sat there for what seemed like forever and for some reason the word kitten came to mind. She typed it into the search bar and two folders came up, along with thousands of videos and pictures outside of folders. But one folder in particular caught her eye immediately.
Making of kit…
That seemed promising, except for the fact that it had a huge lock symbol on it. She clicked on it and a box popped up, asking for a passcode. She typed in the code for the tablet but that wasn’t it.
She frowned, wondering what could be in the folder, but also she had a pretty good idea of what might be in there.
“What is it?” a voice interrupted her, making her jump and fumble the tablet, pressing it tightly to her chest.
“Adrien!” she squeaked, looking up into the concerned face of her husband who’d peeked into her room. “I didn't hear you come back!”
“I just got back,” he responded softly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She blinked, trying to figure out how to breach the subject. She glanced down at the tablet before whipping her head back toward Adrien. “Why do you sleep in a separate room?” she blurted out.
“I-” he started, his mouth gaping like a fish as a small hint of pink dusted his cheeks.
“Do you find me unattractive?” she bluntly asked, the bag of worms already opened. “Do I snore?”
“No! It’s just-” he walked into her room a little more, hunched over.
She stood up from the bed, tossed the tablet on the sheets, and walked over to him. She reached for his hand but he pulled away, and she frowned as he hugged his arms to his body.
“Adrien?” she whispered. “Why don’t you sleep in the bed with me anymore?” She watched him grip his arms. “Why won’t you let me hug you?” His knuckles turned white as he bit into his bottom lip. “Adrien?” she asked, her voice more harsh than before, trying to get him to answer her.
“BECAUSE!” he yelled out, startling her as she tripped backwards but caught herself. “Because,” he whispered. “If you touch me…if I touch you…if I’m near you…I won’t be able to stop.”
She stared at him in shock. This was not what she was expecting. She hadn’t thought about that. As lost as she felt, he must have felt just as lost. Her mind flashed back to all the videos she’d watched so far, how physical their relationship was. All of the hand holding and kisses. The poor man must have been suffering in silence.
He stood in front of her, tears in his eyes, and chest heaving from stress.
“Why?” she asked quietly, slowly moving one of her hands toward his again, though this time he didn’t pull away as she slipped her hand into his.
“I didn’t…” he paused as he let out a shuttering exhale. “I didn’t want you to feel weirded out…being touched by a stranger.” He finally gripped her hand back, tighter than what she was holding him.
“Are you though?” she reached up with her free hand and cupped his chin, feeling the slight stubble on his chin.
“Am I what?” he looked into her eyes, confused.
“A stranger,” she responded, feeling the magnetic pull she felt with the Kittens, only this pull was about ten times stronger. “Like I told Louis, I might not remember a lot, and most of my memories come from before I was fourteen and the videos, but I listen to gut feelings and my gut is in knots with how it feels about you, Adrien…Kitty,” she whispered his nickname that she had heard her past self utter in the videos multiple times, making him whimper as his cheek rubbed into her hand.
“B-because,” he stuttered. “If I start, I might not be able to stop.” She felt his free hand hover over her hip before backing away to his side, his eyes still downcast, not looking at her. He looked broken and sad and she hated seeing him this way.
“Can you unlock the folder?” she asked, an idea forming in her head as she ran her hand down to his chest before backing away to grab the tablet from the bed.
He took the tablet from her hands, confused, and stared at the screen, both hands gripping the sides until his knuckles were white. He bit into his bottom lip before letting out a long sigh. He took his right hand and typed in a code and then quickly handed the tablet back to her, cheeks a little redder than before. She felt her cheeks warm up a bit in anticipation of seeing the forbidden folder.
Taking the tablet, she looked down to see that the folder contained only twenty videos, much smaller compared to the others. The first was labeled “Not quite the first time, but close enough,” which made her snort as she held back her laughter.
“What?!” Adrien whined. “Why are you laughing?!”
She looked back at him to see his cheeks even redder than before and the cutest pout on his lips that made her heart beat harder in her chest along with another feeling that she wasn’t entirely sure about but she also had a pretty good idea what it was.
“Sorry,” she tittered. “It’s just, these titles. I’m very curious about the ‘Why are we like this?’ Wonder what that one is about,” she grinned at him as a look of panic bled onto his face as he changed from red to white.
“No! Don’t watch that one!” he begged.
“Nope!” she popped the p. “I’m watching this one first!”
She clicked the video and it began playing. A much younger version of herself was shown in the video, she had to be eighteen at the youngest, twenty at the oldest..
“Chaton!” Marinette gasped, backing up against the wall. “What are you doing here? You know you aren’t supposed to be here!”
“Don’t worry Purr-incess,” Chat Noir purred as he sauntered toward Marinette, his tail swaying behind him. He reached her and slammed his left hand over her shoulder, pressing against the wall as he leaned into her space, glancing slightly toward the camera as someone else came into view.
“We’re not going to stay long,” another voice came from the direction Chat was looking.
Cat Walker came into view and walked behind Chat Noir and laced his fingers through the hair at the nape of Chat’s neck, pulling his head away from Marinette and reaching around Chat’s right side. He grabbed Marinette’s arm, releasing it as he tugged her forward, and brought her to his chest. She tripped as she was yanked from the wall, gasping as she felt Cat Walker’s clawed hands on the small of her back, digging in just enough to excite her.
Cat Walker released Chat Noir’s hair, causing him to growl as Cat spun him. Chat’s back hit the wall as Cat stepped forward pressing Marinette in between them. Moans filled the room as both men put their hands on Marinette. Chat’s on her waist and Cat’s on her hips. Their hips ground together as Chat snuck his hand up to the collar of her tank top and ripped it clean open, leaving her chest bare.
Cat licked his lips as he dove down to her chest, hungrily taking her nipple in his mouth. Marinette screamed in pleasure, reaching her hands over to card through Cat’s hair but was stopped by Chat who grabbed her wrists and put them behind them and into his own hair.
“Can’t touch his perfect hair, can we, Princess?” Chat purred into her ear as he took her lobe into his mouth and nibbled around her earring. His hands ran back down her body to her hips, pressing them harder against him.
“Chaatt!” she whined, needing to press Cat closer to her but her hands were now wound tightly around the blonde locks of Chat Noir.
“I think she wants attention to the other, Walker,” Chat growled low, instructing the other man.
Cat Walker hummed in response and released the other nipple in order to take its twin in his mouth.
“Want you both!” Marinette moaned. “So wrong, but sooo right!” She bucked her hips back against Chat as he bucked his up to hers.
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“Ok! That’s enough!” Adrien croaked out, snatching the tablet from her hands.
Marinette stared back at him, her body much warmer than normal; small tingles and chills ran up her spine as she felt the fire in her face and down below.
“I wasn’t done watching that,” she stated more calmly than what she felt. She’d just watched…well porn. She’d just watched porn of herself with two other men. One she knew was her husband’s superhero identity, the other…she wasn’t sure who he was. She’d never seen him before and he wasn’t mentioned in the list of pictures and names that she had on the tablet, but seeing him made her feel things and she wasn’t sure what it meant.
“Why on earth would you start with that one first and not the first on the list!?” Adrien wheezed, cradling the tablet to his chest, his cheeks glowing red.
“That one had me curious,” she stated. “Who’s the other guy?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, you know?” he deflected.
“Yes. Now, the other cat. Who is he?” she asked again, not taking his pun bait.
“Do I have to answer that?” He gave her an awkward smile, shuffling about. She tried not to look to where he was trying to move the tablet from his chest to a place a little lower.
“Please?” She walked a little closer and gave him the best kitten eyes she could muster, making him groan.
She watched him tear his face away from hers as he walked over and set the tablet on her dresser, keeping his back to her. He placed the palms of his hands down on the long bureau and looked down, though she could see him in the large mirror.
“His name…is Cat Walker…and he is me,” he sighed, bowing his head.
She said nothing, shockingly unsurprised by his answer. In the last four weeks she’d learned to expect the unexpected in her life. It surprised her how much she rolled with everything, knowing that fourteen year old her would have probably catastrophized everything.
“How?” she asked softly, taking a tentative step toward him, only needing a few more to be at his back.
“You know…magic and time travel,” he huffed out a laugh.
“I thought the Miraculous were only used in emergencies?” she tried not to laugh, knowing that her younger self seemed to be very into it and there were clearly exceptions to the rules.
“Yeah, well, we did stupid stuff when we were younger,” he shook his head, his shoulders shaking and she was unsure whether he was trying to hold back laughter or tears. “But just know,” he croaked out. “That Cat Walker was me at one point that I had given the Miraculous up and Plagg had tricked me and you into taking it back and changing my look to still be able to fight by your side.” His voice was clearing up as he went about his explanation, clearing out the tears threatening to escape.
She walked the rest of the way to him and placed her palm gently on his shoulder. “Can you show me?”
“Show you magic?” He looked up into the mirror, looking at her.
“No. Well, yes,” she corrected. “What I mean is, can you show me…the first time?” She felt her cheeks warm up as she saw realization in his eyes and his eyes darted toward the tablet. She looked away in embarrassment, pulling her hand away from his shoulder. Maybe she was coming on too strong.
“I-I guess,” he mumbled, picking the tablet back up and unlocking it. He turned around to hand it to her when she placed her hand over his hand, pushing the tablet down slowly. He knitted his brow in confusion, looking into her eyes.
“No,” she stated firmly. “Can you show me?”
Red. His entire face went redder than she had seen it since she had known him. The sound of a whine and air leaking from a balloon filled the room and if this was a cartoon she was sure steam would be coming out of his ears.
“Sh-sh-show you?!” he wheezed out.
They both yelped as the tablet fell from his hands and they both lunged for it at the same time. Their heads collided and they both fell on their butts, holding their heads and groaning. The poor tablet lay on the floor to the side of them, face down; she really hoped that the screen was ok.
“Adrien,” she groaned as her head was still spinning a little. “If you don’t want to, it’s alright. I’m sure it’s strange and weird and awkward. I’m your wife, but I’m not.” She looked up at him, placing her arms around her legs, still sitting on the floor, trying to fight the tears of disappointment and rejection as she planted her face in her arms. “I just…feel so empty without you close,” she whispered, peeking at him from beneath her arms.
“No, no, no, no!” he scrambled to his knees, falling over in the process.
She yelped and flailed when she saw him falling toward her. She let go of her legs and laid them flat out in front of her, her arms reaching behind her trying to catch herself, but failed, getting the wind knocked out of her as she landed on her back. She blinked as she looked up, only to be met with the red cheeks and green eyes of her husband looming over her.
Her chest heaved as she looked up at him. He was so close, all she would need to do was kiss him, but she didn’t want to rush him. His lips were so close to hers and her body was buzzing with need she felt she couldn’t control around this man.
“Marinette,” he breathed, ghosting against the skin of her cheek. Her breath caught when he brought his hand up, supporting himself on the other, and placed it on her cheek, rubbing his thumb along it. “Every day away from you is worse than any pain I’ve ever felt. I can’t even touch myself without breaking down. It would give me great pleasure to show you the first time, first hand.”
Before she could respond, his lips were on hers and her mind exploded. She wished it was an explosion of memories. What if true love's kiss broke this, but there was no such luck. However, the feelings of love she felt from herself and coming off Adrien were so overwhelming she couldn’t make her arms move. She wanted to take her hands and run them through his hair, but they were firmly planted at her sides, gripping the carpet beneath her.
He pulled away from her lips slowly. “Marinette?” he questioned, sounding unsure.
She released the carpet and reached up, laced her fingers in his hair, and pulled him back to her lips, kissing him with the same passion he gave her. Their moans filled the room as they devoured each others’ faces. Adrien pulled away from her lips and began to pepper kisses down her neck and to her chest.
He hooked his chin into the low collar of her stretchy sleep shirt and nibbled along the curve of her breast, quickly taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking like a man starved for milk, even though he knew nothing would come out.
She screamed in pleasure, relishing in the passion he unleashed upon her body. Her back arched as his left hand made its way down her side, cupping and squeezing her ass. Without warning, and to her great displeasure, he suddenly pulled away from her, releasing her butt and nipple simultaneously.
“I’m sorry!” He gasped. “That was…too fast. I should have…you’re not…I didn’t mean…” he stuttered through multiple sentence starters.
She blinked up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath and find her voice at the same time. “For the love of god, please do not stop.”
She looked him in his eyes, giving what she hoped was a death glare. He blinked back and scratched the back of his neck before taking that hand and helping her up off the floor. He righted her shirt so her breast wasn’t hanging out but left his hands on her shoulders.
“You’ll tell me…if it gets too much?” He gave her the saddest puppy eyes, but she wasn’t even paying attention due to the distraction of the large tent in his pants. She licked her lips. She very much wanted to touch it. To see it outside of his pants. “Marinette?”
“Huh? What?” She snapped her head up to his face in attention, making him chuckle. “Yes. I trust you.”
“How can you when you’ve only known me for a month?” He frowned.
“It feels like I’ve known you my whole life,” she whispered.
They stared for a moment before Adrien pounced, knocking her onto the bed as he kissed up and down her neck. She giggled and gasped, taken by surprise as her husband ravaged her.
He pulled his head away. “Do you want me to show you our first time or…”
“No,” she breathed. “New first time.” She pulled him back down to her lips and hooked her leg over his, pulling his body closer to her, his bulge pressing down on her thigh.
They both moaned as he pulled away. She chased him but he brought a finger to her lips, pressing her head back into the pillow.
“My Lady, I can’t make love to you with our pants on,” he chuckled.
She leaned her head off the pillow, propped herself up on her elbows, and watched with fascination as he stood up off the bed and quickly removed his shirt. He threw it across the room before removing both his pants and underwear at the same time, his cock bouncing as it was released from its confines, leaving him completely naked in front of her…and she loved what she saw.
To think, this man kept himself hidden away from her for the last month just because she had no memories. Which, she understood, but this man had a god of a body and she kind of wished it would give her memories back to her because she bet past Marinette had all the keys to that body’s undoing.
“Oh no!” his panicked voice broke her out of her thoughts. “I’m so sorry Marinette!” He gasped and grabbed the edge of one of the blankets on the bed, covering himself as best as he could. “I’m just…usually we just…strip…I didn’t think. I got carried away, I’m sorry!”
She sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed the blanket from him and ripped it away from his chest, exposing his gorgeous body to her again. “Why are you sorry? I was quite enjoying the view,” she licked her lips as she broke his gaze and ran her own down his chest to his hips where his cock had seemed to soften a bit. “Have you lost interest?” she pouted. “We can’t have that.”
She reached out, her heart pounding in her chest, and carefully grabbed the base, delicately wrapping her fingers around him, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. He moaned as his hips bucked a bit, pulling him out and then back into her fingers.
“You know,” he tried to catch his breath. “I should have known this would have been natural for you, too.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You took to everything else so naturally, even with a lapse of memory.”
“I told you,” she grinned. “I feel like I’ve known you forever. Like I belong here,” she whispered, licking her lips as she stared at his tip. It was so enticing. She leaned in and licked, enjoying the salty taste on her tongue, before she wrapped her whole mouth around his cock.
“Fuck, Marinette!” he moaned, bucking into her mouth, making her moan around him.
After a few passes with her mouth, she took him out and gave him a few kisses and licks before pulling away to look up at him bashfully. “Sorry, got a little carried away,” she giggled. “Please continue with what you were doing.” She puffed out her chest, hoping he’d start with her shirt first. Her skin was burning with the desire to be touched.
“Never apologize,” he breathed.
Surprising her, he leaned on the bed with one knee, placing one hand on the back of her neck and tilting her head back to capture her lips in his. She felt his tongue run hungrily along her bottom lip and she parted her lips slightly, letting him explore her mouth. The both moaned as he slowly pulled away, going back in for quick kisses.
“You love the taste of yourself, don’t you?” she murmured against his lips.
“One of the many things you’ll relearn about me,” he growled, backing away while putting his hands under her shirt and lifting it over her head.
She shivered as her skin was exposed to the air. She had no bra on because she was still in her lounge clothes, and Adrien stared at her for a split second, making her feel self conscious.
“I-is something wrong?” she inquired.
He shook his head. “Nope,” he bent his body, taking her nipple into his mouth with precision, knocking her back down to the bed with a moan and an oof. “You told me…first time,” he said in between kisses, nipping and sucking along her chest and down her abdomen, his hands slowly following as they trailed lightly along her sides to her pants. “It’s similar…to the first time…I saw you.”
This man was entirely too smooth for his own good. Made of fire and melting her into a puddle into the bed with words mixed with touches. She wasn’t sure how long she was going to last. He slipped his magical fingers into the hem of her pants and pulled them from under her butt. She bent her knees so that he could easily pull them down her legs and off her ankles as he tossed them to the floor to join his own clothes.
He stood up on his knees looking down at her and she stared back, taking in the situation. Her warm skin prickled as the cool air in the room ran across her, her nipples peaking as they hardened even more than they were. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, before it was stolen from her as Adrien leaned down and took her lips into his again.
She moaned as their chests came into contact and his cock nestled itself at the apex of her thighs. She spread her legs apart, relaxing into his kisses and trying to get him to go where she wanted him; where she needed him.
And then he pulled away.
She whined as she felt the tip of his cock leave her thighs and graze along her leg as he moved down her body laying kisses from her neck to her hips. He paused only for a moment, looking her in the eye before winking and dipping his head down. She gasped as she felt his lips and tongue on her and shivered when she felt his tongue enter her, his nose brushing against her clit, leaving her breathless.
Her entire body was on fire and she loved it. She was silently thanking herself for having the guts to ask him about all of this because she was already so close from just knowing it was Adrien doing this to her, after only “knowing” him for a month. She loved this man. She loved the life they had. Sure the memory thing was a bummer, but they’d figure it out. They always seemed to. Just like the cute homey sign in the hallway said, “You and me against the world.”
“Adrien!” She screamed his name as she came around his tongue, unable to last any longer. The man clearly knew her body as he kept her thighs at bay with his hands to keep from crushing his head, and a month was not enough to fog his memory of the way her body worked.
He left gentle kisses on her lower lips as he slowly pulled away licking his lips. “Tastes just like I remembered,” he grinned, slowly crawling back up her body, biting his lip as his cock brushed her thighs again.
She stared at his lips, her body filled with even more lust and love than before, as she reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling his lips back to hers, tasting herself on his lips. Apparently, she loved tasting herself too. She couldn’t wait to see what other fun little quirks and kinks she had, but first, she wanted to feel one with her husband.
He pulled away from her lips again and looked down between them, where his cock hung between her thighs. “Are you ready?” he asked, looking back up at her.
“More than you’ll ever know,” she sighed, spreading her legs open more to give him access.
She watched him lean back and grab his cock, lining himself up with her entrance before pausing and looking up to her.
“You’re sure about this right?” he asked, giving her an unsure smile.
“Yes, I’m sure!” she huffed. “You won’t hurt me, I’ve seen the videos of our children being born, I know this isn’t my first time.”
“Just because it isn’t your first time physically, doesn’t mean it’s not your first time mentally,” he scowled at her, though she tried not to laugh at how hilarious he looked scolding her with his cock in his hand still.
“I know, I know,” she shrugged, wiggling her body to get closer to him. “But I trust you. You know me, and I’m getting to know you better every day.”
He sighed. “You’re right, I just…don’t want to mess this up. I made some mistakes when we were younger and I don’t want to accidentally make them again…”
“You messed up on our first time?” she inquired, trying to think of what he could have done to mess up to the point of anxiety now.
“No, our first time was perfect,” he sighed lovingly, running his hand along his cock to keep it hard. “Just things I did as a stupid teen.”
She snorted. She couldn’t help herself. “So what you’re telling me is that your biggest worry right now isn’t even pertaining to us making love?”
He froze. She could tell the moment he realized he was being stupid. She wasn’t sure if he was going to move and she started to sit up to make sure that he was alright when he knocked her back down and lined himself back up, thrusting deep in her, making her cry out in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his chest and dug her nails into his back.
He buried his head into her neck and laid soft kisses along her shoulder as he pressed their bodies together. He stilled for what felt like forever and she wanted him desperately to move but was still trying to catch her breath from the sudden feeling of being full.
“I hope this isn’t too hard for you,” she breathed into his ear, running her nails along his back.
“Wh-what?” he shuttered, his body shook through a shiver.
She placed her legs around his hips and moved her hips along his, causing him to go deeper than he already was. He moaned and buried his head deeper in her neck, trying to say something but it was muffled by the pillow.
“I can’t hear you when you talk into the pillow,” she chuckled, getting another moan from him.
He pulled his head up and kissed her quickly before pulling away again. “I know that was a pun that came out of your mouth,” he panted, clearly trying to hold himself together as he began to thrust into her, faster and faster with each pass. “And if you want me to last longer-” She arched her back, moaning as she was pulled closer to the edge again. “-than a few minutes, I’d keep those beautiful lips preoccupied with something else,” he growled.
And fuck did she love that sound.
He moaned louder in her ear, dipping his hips as he thrusted into her. She snuck her arms out from under his and wound them around his neck to bury her fingers into his hair, losing herself in the feeling of them together. It was even better than what she imagined it would be as she moved closer and closer to finishing.
“Good…Kitty,” she panted and moaned into his ear, gripping his hair, feeling his body shudder beneath her touch. “You’re so… purr fect.”
He whimpered and moaned as he stilled his movements, pinning her to the bed. She whined at the loss and tried to move her hips when she realized what happened.
“A-adrien?” she gasped, her body so close she was shaking. “Did you…?” A whine was her only answer as she felt his cock pulsing inside of her. “Ohhh,” she wheezed. “Did uhh…did that happen the first time?”
She felt his head shake against her shoulder, his hair tickling her nose as stray strands brushed across her face. She twitched her nose, trying to think of something else to comfort him, she’d clearly found one of his quirks and she wasn’t sure what her next move should be. Her body was still on fire, her nerves firing on all cylinders, begging her to bring them sweet release.
“I can’t believe that just happened!” he wailed, bringing his head from her shoulder before flopping it back down again, groaning in her hair before popping back up. He took her by surprise when he backed off of her, his shaft sliding out of her with ease as he settled between her legs.
“What are you doing?!” she gasped, her mind trying to catch up to his actions.
“Making sure you finish,” he responded, a grin on his face before he dove back into her, licking her folds and lapping at his own cum that she was sure had to be in there.
She gripped the sheets beneath her and held on for dear life as the love of her life ate his own cum out of her, making sure she finished for a second time.
“Adrien!” she screamed, her legs attempting to clamp down on his head, but he held them at bay with his strong hands as he alternated sucking and licking, tipping her over the edge in seconds. Their moans mixed as he continued to lap at her, making sure that every last inch of her was clean; very similar to his feline namesake.
The room was still, her breath came out in huffs as she tried to recover from another mind blowing orgasm given by this man’s talented mouth. He ran circles over her thigh with his thumbs as he pulled away from her, licking his lips and crawling back up her body. She smiled softly up at him while he gave her the largest grin she had seen on him in real life. She’d seen it in the videos, but this smile was never known past a screen for the last month.
He leaned down and kissed her and the taste on his lips was divine. They tasted fantastic together. Now, she just needed to make sure this happened all of the time. She wasn’t letting this man out of her sight for a good long while.
“No more sleeping in the other room,” she mumbled lazily against his lips.
“Huh?” he asked, dazed as he pulled away from her to look her in the eyes.
She brought her hands to his cheeks and squeezed them together gently. “I don’t want you sleeping in the room down the hall,” she reiterated, pinching his cheeks a bit. “I want you here-” She gestured next to her on the bed with her eyes. “With me. In this bed. Like I see in all of those videos I watch.”
“Are you…sure?” he asked with his lips puckered between his cheeks.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in the last month than I am of this decision. Of everything we’ve done today. I feel better when you’re around and I feel like I could sleep better if you were here…with me…instead of all the way in another bed.”
He stared down at her for what felt like eons. A few emotions flashed through his eyes as he stared into hers before he slowly slid out of her hands and placed his forehead down on hers. Without breaking eye contact, which was making her hotter than she was before, she felt his cheeks rise in a smile before he whispered.
“As my Lady wishes.”