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Kissing Marinette was like a dream.
Kissing Marinette on a soft bed inside their vacation beach house, when she was in nothing but an oversized T-shirt and panties, was like living out a fantasy.
And, oh, kissing her while knowing they were going to have sex…knowing that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, that they'd both wanted each other for years…
Adrien was over the moon.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was. Not only did Marinette like him—romantically and platonically—she wanted him physically. She wanted him to be the first (and perhaps even only person) she ever slept with. She wanted him, she wanted him, she wanted him—
And she was kissing him!
(God, was she kissing him.)
Her mouth glided along his in slow strokes of hot, wet kisses. As she straddled his lap, her bare thighs bracketing his legs, warmth radiated from her body, smoldering him with the heat of her precious touch.
Adrien was obsessed. He'd never imagined kissing could feel so good.
A sigh left his mouth as she parted her lips to greedily drink every little sound that escaped his throat. He gasped when she gently tugged his bottom lip between her teeth. Fingers gripping her waist, he massaged his thumbs into her skin, loving the little keens of pleasure that his touch triggered.
He wanted to be the reason she kept making adorable noises like that. His hands slid down her waist and over her hips before finally settling on her butt, where he gave a light squeeze.
Marinette's fingers carded through his hair, tousling the golden strands. "Adrien," she whined. She responded by pressing closer, grinding her hips against him in such a torturously delicious movement that it had him groaning a low, gravelly sound.
They briefly broke apart to breathe, panting in tandem—a thin trail of saliva connected between their mouths.
(Fuck, that was hot.)
Why did they have to breathe? Breathing was stupid. He hated that they had to break apart to breathe. Not kissing Marinette was torture.
Every moment her mouth wasn't on his felt like pure agony. Adrien wanted to keep kissing her—to continue pulling those wonderful noises from her mouth as he nibbled her bottom lip and sucked her tongue. God, he wanted this forever.
How could a person's lips be so soft? So wonderful, so amazing, so—
So addicting.
So very Marinette.
"Kitty," whispered Marinette, sounding absolutely wrecked. He kissed her again, massaging her beautiful ass. "Mm, Adrien."
"Yeah?" he rasped.
Grabbing his hands, she slid them up her hips and underneath her oversized T-shirt, guiding his palms over her smooth skin until they rested over her breasts. "Here, please," she instructed.
Adrien didn't have to be told twice. His heart fluttered as his palms grazed the underside of her soft breasts, which fit perfectly in his hands. He brushed his thumbs over her pebbled nipples, relishing the little squeaks of pleasure that dripped from her mouth when he lightly flicked them with his fingers.
He loved everything about Marinette. He adored her.
Her beautiful breasts were no exception. Kneading them, he gently squeezed. She mewled; Adrien wondered if she loved this as much as he did. He hoped so.
She was so soft. He adored her.
Marinette's head tipped forward. With her eyes fluttering shut, lips slightly parted, and cheeks flushed, she was the perfect picture of his most sensual fantasies.
He dragged his hands down from her chest to her stomach, absolutely loving the feeling of her warm, smooth skin. Sliding his hands back up, he cupped her breasts again, rolling one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger before delicately tweaking.
Marinette responded with a quiet moan. Her hips shifted over his, and Adrien gasped. His cock, contained inside his sweatpants and impossibly hard, twitched in response. Even through the barrier of their clothes, he could feel her warmth against him, settling directly over his length. It took all his control to swallow the embarrassingly loud moan hovering on the tip of his tongue.
Oh, man. If Marinette simply moving against him felt that good…he'd burst the second he was inside her. He wouldn't last long at all.
(He tried to distract himself from the impending embarrassment by focusing on how lovely her clothed sex felt as it pulsed over his dick.)
Adrien's tongue poked out to wet his lips. He wanted his mouth back on her. Badly.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he sat up, tipping his head forward to capture her lips again. Their noses bumped; they laughed.
"My Lady," he purred. He barely recognized his voice from how deeply it husked. "I think I'm addicted to kissing you."
He could hear the smirk in her voice as she responded, "That's a good problem to have."
With his hands still kneading her breasts, his mouth connected with her neck, kissing a line down her heated skin. His lips brushed the juncture between her neck and shoulder blade, and she whined, spurring him to take a small sliver of skin between his teeth and nip delicately. Her hips jerked against him; he moaned, soothing the bite with a swipe of his tongue.
Marinette's hands scrambled until they connected with his head, her fingers knotting in his disheveled hair. "Kitty," she whined.
He devoured the sound with another searing kiss.
Marinette slid off of his lap to lay back against the sheets. Adrien followed, supporting his body with his forearms as he hovered over her. He kissed her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth; she responded with an adorable little whine that settled low in his stomach.
Adrien shifted his weight to the mattress and entered a more comfortable position at her side. Their legs tangled together as he leaned over to glide his lips down her neck, locating her pulse point and sucking in a way that had her gasping and twitching beneath him.
(Man, was he glad he wasn't wearing boxers. His dick was straining against his sweatpants enough as it was, and he was so desperately hard that any additional layer of clothing would have been painful.)
Marinette giggled as he nipped and sucked her skin, leaving what would undoubtedly become a pretty bruise. "You enjoying yourself, Chaton?"
"More than I could ever describe," he chuckled back.
She smirked, hooking her legs around his hip and easing him down until he could feel the heat of her core pressing against his cock. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear."
Adrien shuddered, rocking against her. She responded by shifting her hips, gliding them against his, and oh, that alone felt so impossibly good that he feared he would come right then and there. Lust twisted low in his belly, coiling like a thick cloud over his mind. Burying his head into the crook of her neck, he whimpered.
He needed something else to focus on. Something that wouldn't result in him finishing before they even got to make love. But he was already so close, precum dampening the fabric of his sweatpants, and god, she was so beautiful that even just looking at her was nearly enough to make him—
"Chaton," she crooned. "I-I want…I want you to…"
Oh, fuck. Just the way she said his nickname was almost too much. Fighting through the haze of desire, he lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. He practically moaned from how sexy she looked; her cheeks flushed and chest heaving with each breath she dragged into her lungs.
Throat feeling dry, he swallowed. "Yeah?"
"Touch me," she whispered. She licked her lips. "Please."
His heart felt as if it had jumped into his throat.
She wanted him to touch her.
Fuck. She wanted him to touch her.
How would he maintain his composure if he was getting so worked up from just the idea that she wanted him to touch her?
They were going to have sex! Of course he was going to touch her.
(Oh, god. They were going to have sex and he was going to touch her.)
Finally, he moved. Sitting up, his fingers glided up her side before trailing over her stomach and further, where her shirt had bunched around her waist. Grasping the bottom of the fabric, he asked, "Can I lift this?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "Y-yeah."
Adrien slowly peeled her shirt upwards. He paused when he lifted it above her breasts, his breath hitching from the sight of her bare chest.
Oh.
Oh wow.
There were her breasts again.
His eyes greedily raked over her chest, taking in her pink nipples and smooth skin, beautifully dusted with a light smattering of freckles.
Adrien's mouth watered. His pulse pounded between his legs.
(Oh, they were so pretty. So, so pretty. Petite and perky. Perfect.)
He wanted to kiss them. He wanted to kiss them and suck on them and—
"Adrien," giggled Marinette.
He blinked, snapping his gaze to meet hers. "Huh?"
She snorted. "You're staring."
"Sorry," he said. "You're just so gorgeous. It's mesmerizing."
Looking back at her chest, his hand hovered in the air, hesitating before he finally palmed her right breast and squeezed. He watched, transfixed, at how supple it was, moving easily with every stroke of his hand.
Adrien knew he would never get enough of this.
Even though he'd touched her breasts earlier when they were bare in the ocean, caressed them under the light of the moon, this felt different. More intimate, more…
More sexual.
They were alone in the beach house, settled together in bed, and he was touching her breasts.
Marinette's mouth fell open, her eyes fluttering shut. She whimpered as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples, and his dick twitched again.
Her sounds were going to be the death of him. All of her little moans and sighs…they were definitely going to be fuel for his late-night solo sessions for the forseeable futute. He could listen to her moans for hours.
(He wanted to know what other kinds of noises she could make if he used something other than his hands.)
"Can I—" He cleared his throat. "Can I kiss them?"
Marinette nodded. Swallowing, her eyes blinked open as she whispered, "Please."
Yes!
He straddled her, peppering a path of hot, open-mouth kisses from her lips to her chin and neck, skirting over the T-shirt bunched around her shoulders. Connecting his lips with her chest, he kissed between the valley of her breasts, branding her skin with the heat of his tongue. His mouth traveled upward, his lips grazing over the swell of her left breast before he took her nipple into his mouth and delicately sucked.
Marinette gasped. Her hands settled on his head, gripping his hair. A twinge of pain rose from his scalp, but Adrien liked it. It felt good.
"O-oh, Kitty," she whined as he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
(His spit dripped down her breast, but fuck, he loved it, and she loved it, and that was all that mattered.)
While he sucked her nipple, he squeezed her other breast, but Marinette seemed to have another idea. Grasping his hand, she slid it down her body, gliding it over her soft stomach before settling it between her legs.
Adrien groaned, low and quiet.
Holy shit, he was touching her. Actually touching her. Granted, there was still the barrier of her underwear, but his hand was on her vagina and she wanted him to touch her.
Even through the fabric of her panties, he could feel how hot she was. How wet she was.
He released her nipple with a wet pop, breathing heavily. As his fingers toyed with the dark curls that peeked out the top of her underwear, he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Yes."
Adrien swallowed past the nervous lump in his throat. Shifting his weight to his knees, he settled before her, brushing through her wiry hair.
He'd never done this before. He hoped he could make her feel good. He wanted to make her feel good.
Slowly sliding his fingers along the front of her underwear, he gasped, enamored by how soaked the fabric was. He'd heard that girls become wet when aroused, but that wet? Really?
He'd had no idea.
(It was so unbelievably hot.)
Dipping beneath the waistband of her panties, Adrien had to bite back a moan as his fingers slid along her slick folds.
Wow. She was that wet.
"W-wet," was all he could say, embarrassing himself.
Marinette shifted against his hand, breathing heavily. "All because of you, Chaton."
Desire pulsed in his abdomen. It was hard to think through the dense cloud of lust, but he pushed on, feeling around for her center. Once he'd found it, he tentatively slipped the tip of his finger inside; she encouraged him with a breathy moan. Angling his wrist, he slid deeper until his knuckles brushed her outer lips.
Oh god. She was so hot. Literally. As if the sun itself was scalding him. Slowly—experimentally—he began to pump his finger in and out.
Tossing her head back, Marinette moaned, her back arching. "Oh," she keened, and Adrien's cock responded with a quiver.
(He really wanted to take off his sweatpants.)
"Is that good?" he asked.
"Y-yeah."
"Do you want more?"
"Yes. Please."
Slipping his finger out—so wet, covered in her sweet juices—he readjusted to sink two fingers inside her. Thoughts of warm, tight, and wet filled his head as he pushed all the way in.
"Mm," she hummed in approval.
Adrien took that as his cue to start moving. Gliding his fingers in and out of her pussy, he tingled from the deliciously sinful noises that filled the air. The slippery sounds of his fingers along her moans were the sweetest form of encouragement. He wanted to do whatever he could to get her to keep making those delectable noises.
(He wanted to make her feel so, so good.)
"Y-you gotta kinda–" She spread her legs further apart. "C-curl your fingers–"
Adrien did precisely that. Crooking his fingers upward, he moved higher, surprised when he felt something soft and spongy. Marinette seemed to like it when he pressed against that—her cries louder and body trembling—so he made sure to give it special attention as he pumped in and out, thrusting his fingers with a newfound purpose.
Marinette seemed to enjoy his touches, but it was kind of hard to move at a decent pace with her panties in the way.
Removing his fingers, he hooked one around the band of her underwear and asked, "Can I take these off?"
"Oh! Y-yeah, let me, uh—" Grabbing the band of her panties, she lifted her hips off the bed before sliding them down and kicking them to the side. "There."
He gulped.
(Oh my god.)
Except for the T-shirt bunched above her chest, Marinette was—
Marinette was naked.
He whined.
(How was he lucky enough to have the world's most beautiful woman in bed with him? How?)
"Chaton," she giggled. "You okay?"
"So okay," he said, his hand gliding over her stomach. "Very okay. Amazing."
"Do you want to try again...?"
He wanted nothing more than to have his hands back on her. "Yes, please."
Marinette spread her legs. Placing his hands on her knees, Adrien shivered, his head spinning with excitement.
He could see all of her. All of her. From her soft stomach to her deliciously bare thighs, and, as his eyes landed between her legs—
Her gorgeous pussy, rosy lips glistening with want.
Adrien whimpered. "Fuck."
"What?" giggled Marinette.
"You," he responded, meeting her gaze. He knew he must look stupidly aroused—hell, he was about two seconds away from drooling—but he couldn't help it. Marinette—Ladybug—was bare before him, with her legs spread, soaked with desire. All for him.
How could he not be completely fucking enamored?
"Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you going to touch me?" she teased.
He grinned. "Feeling needy?"
"With you?" She scooted down the bed, pressing her sex directly against his hand. "Always."
Adrien swallowed. Gliding his fingers along her entrance, he spread her lips, his heart racing. His dick twitched at the sight of her—as it had been doing since they'd started.
Oh, her pussy was so pretty. Small, pink, and perfect. Enamored by the flush fuschia of her labia, he ran his fingers over her entrance, wetting them with her juices.
(God, he wanted to go down on her so badly. He wanted to lap at her arousal and know what she tasted like. Would she taste sweet or salty? He didn't care—he wanted to devour her.
Would she even be okay with that?
Maybe it was best if he just used his hands for now. They were still pretty new to all these sensations.
Still. It didn't mean he wouldn't keep dreaming about her slick dripping down his chin.)
Spreading her outer lips, he panted as the thought of dipping his tongue inside danced through his head.
Marinette whined. "Quit teasing."
Adrien smirked. Too caught up in exploring her, he hadn't even realized he'd been teasing. Sucking on his fingers, he enjoyed the slightly salty taste of her before he coated his digits in his saliva and slowly pushed them back inside her. Marinette responded with a low hum.
"Does that feel okay?" he asked.
"Y-yeah, it's okay. You can move."
With one hand braced on her thigh, the other pumped in and out of her slit. He curled his fingers as she'd instructed, but after several awkward minutes of fingering her, he felt like he'd hit a wall. Figuratively, at least. Anxiety formed a tight ball in his chest. Her moans didn't seem to be getting any louder.
In fact...she wasn't moaning much at all, or making any noise other than a few pleasured sighs and grunts.
Was this not working?
Adrien frowned, glancing back and forth from her face to between her legs. Did she want something else? Did she hate this? Fuck, what if he was doing such a lousy job that she changed her mind and didn't want to have sex with him anymore because he sucked at fingering her?
He wanted to make her feel good!
Wait—no. He didn't just want to make her feel good. He wanted to make her feel amazing.
He wanted to make her cum.
"Adrien," she said, sounding out of breath.
His hand stilled. "Yeah?"
"H-hold on."
Adrien immediately withdrew his hand, easing his fingers out of her sex. "You okay?"
"Yes. I'm wonderful. It's just…" She blushed, tapping her fingers together sheepishly. "Sorry, I should have mentioned that fingering doesn't normally get me anywhere, but I thought it'd be different with you. It felt nice, just not enough to make anything happen. C-can we try something else?"
"Oh." Relief flooded through him. Thank goodness, it wasn't that he sucked at making her feel good—it was that fingering didn't feel good for her in the first place! Crawling up the mattress to settle beside her, he rubbed his hand over her stomach. "Y-yeah, of course! Anything for you."
"It's too bad I didn't bring my vibrator," she joked.
Adrien laughed. "Is it still hidden underneath your pillows?"
"No. I moved it after someone found it."
"By accident."
"Uh-uh," she giggled.
"Well, since that's still back in Paris..." he said, his hand massaging her stomach, "What do you usually like?"
"C-can you, um…" She spread her thighs, placing her hand over his and lowering it until she paused just above her entrance. "Can you rub me instead? That always feels good."
Adrien nodded (perhaps a bit too enthusiastically.) "Y-yeah."
As his hand inched lower, she wiggled in anticipation. His slick fingers slid over her entrance, wandering back up over her curls as he fumbled for her clit. He knew it was down there somewhere, but it was a little hard to see from the angle, and—
She cried out as he grazed over the perfect spot.
Ah. There.
He felt it, the swollen little nub, and pressed down. She whimpered.
"That's good?" he asked.
She nodded. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip. "Y-yes. Good Kitty."
Encouraged, Adrien began to rub in slow, sensual circles. Marinette mewled, hips rocking against him. He added more pressure, increasing his speed.
Marinette's face scrunched in pleasure as her cries increased in volume. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her face, too entranced by how her lashes fluttered against her cheeks and how her chest heaved with every shaky breath, her fingers curling around the sheets as she gasped, whined, and moaned.
He must have been doing something right if her noises were any indication. He wanted to move faster, to make her feel amazing, but feared changing his pace would ruin what was already working so well.
"Ohh," she moaned. "Yes. Like that..."
Okay, yeah. He definitely shouldn't alter what he was doing.
(Was he doing a good job? Was she getting closer?)
As she writhed, Adrien kissed her neck, then her collarbone. She smelled terrific—a delectable mixture of her naturally sweet aroma and sea salt. He grazed his lips from her collar to her chest, kissing the swell of her breast before slipping her nipple into his mouth. He sucked it greedily, loving how she responded with a high-pitched noise halfway between a squeal and a laugh.
"A-Adrien," she whined, her voice raising higher. Her eyes fluttered open as she watched the circular movements of his hand. "Ah, fuck—"
Her thigh slotted between his legs, her knee rubbing deliciously on his cock. Adrien groaned around her nipple. His hips bucked against her.
(God, he was so hard. If he didn't get out of his pants soon, he would go insane.
But he didn't care about that. All that mattered at the moment was the little noises Marinette was making. He wanted to be the reason she made more of them.)
Momentarily separating his mouth from her nipple, he asked, "Does—does that feel good?"
(That was a stupid question. Of course it felt good; she was moaning and wiggling her hips, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over with lust.
But he needed to know.
He needed to hear her say it.)
"Yes! Yeah, o-oh…"
Adrien grinned, wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking, sucking, sucking. She moaned loudly.
(He loved how vocal she was.
It might be a problem if they ever decided to fuck at either of their parents' houses, though.)
He continued his motions, massaging her in the way she seemed to enjoy, his fingers brushing through her curls and working overtime so that he could be lucky enough to see her in orgasmic bliss. Her hips ground against his hand as she chased the high he so badly wanted to give her.
"I-I'm close," she warned, panting. "Just keep doing that, yeah, right there…oh!"
He increased his speed. His wrist was starting to hurt, but fuck, he didn't care so long as he was making her feel good. Thrusting against her knee, a slew of breathy moans slipped from his lips. Making her feel good felt amazing, even better than the pleasure radiating up his spine as he ground on her leg. If he weren't so aroused, he'd be embarrassed by the damp spots of precum on his sweats.
Marinette tilted her hips forward. Her hair, beautifully messy, stuck to her forehead, slick with sweat. Mouth parted, hands clenched so tightly around the sheets her knuckles turned white, her whole body tensed. She cried out—loud—throwing her head back, arching her spine, and writhing beneath his hand. His name spilled like a mantra from her lips ("Adrien, Adrien, Adrien") as she convulsed, riding out her orgasm in gorgeous ecstasy.
Adrien's body sang with pride.
Making Marinette cum was more gratifying than any orgasm he'd ever given himself.
She only stopped writhing once her climax faded. Her legs twitched, hips still hovering off the bed before she breathed a long sigh and finally sank her lower half back on the mattress. When she gently pushed his hand away, he beamed. The smile that spread across his cheeks was wide and dazed. His head spun from the satisfaction.
With her eyes shut, lips parted, and legs shaking, Marinette was the perfect picture of euphoria.
Damn, had he done that well? Already?
They hadn't even had sex yet.
(Yet, oh god.
Adrien was already dangerously close just from how aroused he was. He could only hope he'd last more than a few seconds once he was inside her.
…Ooh. Thinking about being inside her wasn't helping dampen his impending climax.)
"You okay?" he asked, kissing her neck. He licked his lips, cherishing the salty taste of her sweat.
"Amazing," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and stretching her legs out. She kissed him. "Mm."
He briefly pulled away from the kiss to ask, "Was it good?"
"So good." Her hips twitched, raising slightly off the bed.
"Really?"
"Yeah." Her fingers combed through his hair. "Good Kitty."
(He was a good Kitty, indeed!)
Adrien kissed her slowly, love pouring out of him in waves.
He adored her.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, pecking her lips and massaging her sides.
Marinette leaned into his touch, returning his kisses with enthusiasm. Her hand glided along his waist, then his thighs, where she reached between his legs and squeezed his dick through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
He moaned softly. Instinctively, he rocked into her hand.
"You're so hard," she gasped. "Can I—can I see?"
"Yes," he practically whimpered. God, he wanted nothing more than to get out of his stupidly suffocating pants.
Grabbing the waistband, he pulled down his sweatpants, breathing a sigh of relief when his cock sprung free. He kicked his pants off the bed after pulling them off his legs.
Marinette's pupils blew wide. Lips slightly parted, she slowly reached out and ran her finger along his length, stopping at the tip. A bead of precum dripped onto her finger.
He shuddered. Even that felt good.
"Wow," she breathed, mesmerized. "Hello, gorgeous."
"It's not gorgeous," he laughed. "It's a penis."
"It's gorgeous because it's yours." Her palm smoothed over his abdomen, brushing through the golden hairs that trailed from his bellybutton. "How in the world is that going to fit inside me?"
Adrien groaned softly. "Careful, my Lady. Keep saying things like that, and I'll be a goner."
She giggled. "Sorry. It's just…wow. You weren't lying about your length."
"Of course I wasn't," he chuckled.
Marinette's gaze hungrily raked over his naked body. She shivered, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips. Sitting up, she finally pulled her shirt over her head and then—
Then, they were both naked.
He selfishly allowed himself a moment to stare at her gorgeous body. Petite but with curves in all the right places, fuck, she was so, so sexy.
(He'd seen her naked earlier when they were swimming, but something about this—being completely bare in front of her, erect and dripping with desire, knowing they would soon make love—was overwhelmingly thrilling.)
Marinette shifted closer. Adrien sat back against the pillows, his dick pulsing with want as she sat in front of him. He swallowed, shuddering when her hands smoothed over his thighs and spread his legs apart.
Wow, her eyes. Her eyes—she was eating him alive with those eyes, devouring the sight of him with her heated gaze.
Adrien wanted her to consume him entirely.
"Can I suck your dick?" she suddenly asked, eyes round and full of longing.
Adrien breathed in sharply, inadvertently choking on his saliva. Coughing hard, he gasped as he fought to catch his breath.
She wanted to…what!?
"Wh…hhwha?" he croaked.
Marinette smirked. She slowly dragged her finger along the underside of his shaft, pausing when she reached the tip. Stroking the pad of her finger over the head, she swiped a bead of precum as it dripped down his heated skin and squished it between her thumb and forefinger. "Cat got your tongue?"
He whined. Fuck, she was so hot. So hot. Fuck fuck fuck fuck—
Quick, he thought. Think about something that's not Marinette giving you head.
(Math equations. Plagg's cheese. Harry the Clown. Orange converse.
Marinette's beautiful pink lips wrapped around the head of his cock.)
Nope! Abort, abort, abort—
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Oh god. Was he having a stroke? He felt like he was having a stroke.
Quick, respond!
He wanted nothing more than to let Marinette place her pretty mouth on him, but…he was already so dangerously close. He wouldn't last long enough to make love if she went down on him. And he wanted to make love to her so badly.
"My Lady," he panted, briefly squeezing his eyes shut so the sight of her didn't make him explode. "I'd love that, really. I want that more than I can describe. But…"
She wrapped her lithe fingers around his shaft and gently pulled down his foreskin. Pillowing her lips over the flushed tip, she kissed lightly. Her eyelashes fluttered, dangerously beautiful. "But?"
Adrien moaned. A shiver ran up his spine, hot waves of pleasure filling his body with nearly uncontrollable lust.
(He was a fool to think he would be anything but putty in her hands.)
Licking his lips, he swallowed. "B-but if you do, I—ah–"
He sucked in a breath through his teeth as her tongue experimentally flicked out to lick a hot stripe down his cock.
Ohhh. Oh god.
That felt so good. Too good. Her tongue was so wet and soft, smoldering as it trailed down his skin……
Uh oh.
"Marinette," he gasped, jerking his hips backward so she released him. He felt a weird mixture of relief and sadness when he lost the warmth of her hand. "H-hold on. Stop."
Concern washed over her expression. "I'm sorry! Was that too much? Are you okay?"
'Okay' didn't even begin to describe how amazing he felt. That was the problem: he felt so amazing that he'd been about two milliseconds from accidentally ejaculating on her face.
Releasing a small, breathy laugh, he nodded. "I'm fine, Buginette. I just...I almost..."
"Oh!" Her face brightened. A sly grin spread across her flushed cheeks. Inching forward, she asked, "Did you almost cum just then?"
Sheepish, he scratched the back of his neck. "Y-yeah. Sorry."
"That's alright. Sorry, I almost ruined the fun."
"Trust me, my Lady, I'm having the time of my life."
Marinette hummed, wetting her lips as she gazed hungrily down at his dick. It twitched from her attention.
She giggled. "It can move on its own?"
"It's just happy to see you," he chuckled.
"I'm flattered." She cocked her head to the side. "Maybe I can give you head next time."
"You want to that badly?"
"Do you know how often I've fantasized about it?"
"H-how often?"
"Almost every day," she giggled.
"Really?"
"Yes." She smiled, her hand hovering in the air between them. Adrien thought she would grasp his dick again, but she refrained, settling her hand back at her side. "I don't see a scar, by the way."
He wasn't sure if he'd heard her. Had she asked him a question? His head was still trying to wrap around the fact that she thought about sucking his dick daily. "Huh?"
"You said you have a scar. From when you cut yourself shaving."
"Oh!" He snorted. "It's, um—" Pointing to a small, barely noticeable raised white line near the base of his shaft, he laughed, "There. See?"
Marinette leaned closer, squinting. "Ohh, what? That's so tiny!"
"Well, it still hurt."
"I'm sure." She smiled. "Poor little guy."
"I don't know how to feel about you calling my dick a 'little guy.'"
"Oh, so sorry," she laughed. Enveloping her arms around his neck, she smirked and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Poor big guy."
Adrien snickered, pecking her lips. "That's better."
Marinette stole another kiss, then another, decorating his lips with sweet pecks. What started as chaste quickly morphed into passion; their kisses grew more heated and desperate as the excitement of what was soon to come (heh) danced through their heads.
"Marinette," he rasped, reluctantly pulling away from the wonderful feeling of her lips. "Th-the…the condoms…"
"Oh, right." Hopping off the bed, she retrieved the box, pulling out one of the foil-lined packets. "No babies yet."
Yet.
She crawled back onto the bed and handed him the packet. "Do you remember how to put this on?"
Tearing it open, Adrien pulled out the condom, eyeing it curiously. He recalled the brief demonstration they'd received in school, but that had been a while ago. All he had to do was roll it over his dick, right? That seemed easy enough.
Then they could have sex.
Sex.
They were going to have sex.
(Holy fuck, they were going to have sex.)
His hands began to shake. Palms sweaty, he fumbled with the condom. Why was it so greasy? He could guess why, but come on! It was tricky enough on its own but even more challenging to grasp when his hands were moist with perspiration and shaking like a damn leaf.
Adrien glanced at Marinette. She sat next to him patiently, her expression calm and non-judgemental.
He knew she wouldn't make fun of him for being nervous, but fuck if he wasn't embarrassed for forgetting how to put the damn condom on.
He didn't want to do it wrong. What if it ripped? What if it slipped off during sex? What if they didn't realize something was wrong until he'd already cum, and suddenly they were dealing with an unintended pregnancy?
His father would murder him if he got someone pregnant out of wedlock. And he wasn't ready to be a dad anyway!
Adrien flinched when Marinette's hands rested over his.
"Hey," she said, voice soft. She smiled sweetly. "It's okay, Adrien. Relax."
"S-sorry." He swallowed. "I'm a little nervous."
"That's okay. I am, too."
Taking the condom from his hands, she studied it briefly. "I think you've gotta make sure the correct side is up. Let me..." She positioned it over the head of his dick, then gently rolled it down his shaft. Adrien breathed a sigh of relief; it was a perfect fit.
Love radiated from her gaze. "See? Easy-peasy."
"How are you so calm about this?"
"I am not calm at all right now," she giggled. "I'm freaking out on the inside."
Adrien frowned. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
She met his gaze. "Oh, trust me, I want to. If there's one thing I've learned from the years we've spent tip-toeing around each other, it's that nervousness shouldn't stop me from taking what I want."
Adrien gulped. "Y-you can have me."
"That's my good Kitty," she said, kissing him.
Wrapping his arms around Marinette's waist, Adrien pulled her closer, quietly moaning as he felt her bare chest pressed against his. Her breasts squished against him, taut nipples brushing his skin in a sensation so delicious he couldn't even describe how wonderful it felt.
With the pressure of her body weight, he leaned back, slowly easing himself to lie against the pillows. His cock settled warm against his belly as it pulsed with desire.
Marinette straddled him, sitting over his belly button. "Are you okay?"
Okay?
Adrien shuddered from the feeling of her bare sex against him. Hell, he was more than okay. She was so beautiful and smelled divine, a perfect combination of vanilla, sweat, and the heady scent of sex. He was absolutely okay.
"My Lady," he panted, "I've never been better."
"Don't you mean bett-fur?"
"Well, now I just want to kiss you."
She giggled as she leaned down and pecked his lips. "Do you have a pun kink, Chaton?"
"Purrobably."
Marinette shut him up by melding her mouth against his.
Rough kisses divulged into quiet moans, their bodies slick with arousal. As Marinette inched lower, skimming her lips along his neck and chest, she sat directly over his cock, which reacted by twitching. They both gasped from the sudden feeling of heat.
(Holy shit, her pussy was right on his dick, and he could feel how wet she was, even through the condom.)
His head spun. Every cell in his body thrummed with the profound craving of Marinette. His blood burned in his veins. Lust clouded his mind, replacing every coherent thought with an endless mantra of want-please-please-want.
This was real. It was really happening.
He was going to have sex with Marinette.
His best friend. His Ladybug. The love of his life.
He moaned just from the idea.
"Mm, Kitty," purred Marinette, slowly rolling her hips. Her slick folds slid along his length, coating him in her fluids. She kissed his chest, then his neck, and finally his lips. "I want you so bad."
Adrien breathed in a deep, shaky breath, his fingers digging into her hips.
She felt so amazing already. So fucking amazing. How in the hell was he supposed to last more than a few seconds inside her when grinding against her was the best form of torture he'd ever felt?
(He couldn't even imagine the ecstasy of finally being buried in her heat.)
"My Lady," he panted, drunk on the tenderness in her expression.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
(That was the hottest thing ever.)
"I've wanted this for so long, Chaton." A moan rose from her perfectly pink lips as she moved, dragging her entrance over his cock. "Please. Please, I don't want to wait anymore."
"I'm—" He whimpered. God, she felt so good. "I-I'm not going to last very long, Marinette. I'm sorry."
She kissed him. "Don't feel bad, mon Chaton. I promise, no matter what happens or how quick it is…I'll adore every second because it'll be with you."
That's good, he thought, returning her affections with languid kisses, because it may very well be only a few seconds.
When he broke from the kiss, he asked, "Y-you ready?"
"Yes," she affirmed. "Is it...is it okay if you're on top?"
"Really?" he asked, surprised. "I thought it was easier if—"
"I want you to fuck me," she insisted.
O-oh.
"O-okay." He nodded, trying not to explode from her admission. "Wh-whatever you want."
Wriggling off of him, Marinette lay against the sheets. Her long hair cascaded along the pillows, a dark shadow against white linens; Adrien wanted to run his fingers through the silky strands. She spread her legs for him, and he sucked in a breath as he stole another glance at her pussy, dripping with desire for him.
For him!
He crawled over her, bracing himself with his arms on each side of her head. His hands trembled—Marinette took one in her grasp and placed a delicate kiss on his knuckles. "You're shaking so much, love. It's okay."
Adrien laughed softly, pressing his sweaty forehead against hers. "Sorry."
Running her finger along the underside of his jaw, Marinette smirked as she asked, "What happened to all your confidence? You were so suave earlier with all your jokes."
"I know. Sorry. I guess my jokes about making you beg for more were inaccurate, huh?"
Her smirk grew; they shared a sweet kiss. "We'll see. Maybe I'll start begging once we're done."
A low groan rose in his throat. "I-I guess I didn't realize how nervous I'd actually be."
"That's okay. It's just me."
"Just you?" he asked with a grin, pecking her lips. "Marinette, I've dreamed about this moment for years. You're not just anything."
"Then let's make it a moment to remember."
Adrien whimpered. Lust swooped in his belly, anticipation making his heart race.
Marinette spread her thighs. "It's okay, Kitty. I'm ready."
Fuck, he was ready, too!
Taking a deep breath, he tilted his hips forward, pressing his length against her core. He rocked against her slowly, enjoying her warmth, and Marinette moaned, her hands scrambling along his back to settle on his butt. She palmed each cheek, then squeezed, spurring him forward. Adrien gasped.
She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to fuck her so badly.
(He'd do more than that. He'd make love to her.
He'd make her cum again.)
He sat up to get a better view. Rubbing his length against her clit, he smiled when her mouth fell open in an airy moan, then lined himself up with her entrance. He met her gaze for one last sign of approval. When she nodded, he slowly—slowly—pushed forward. They both held their breath as he plunged the head of his dick inside her slit.
Stars burst in Adrien's vision the moment he felt his cock slip inside of her. They moaned in unison, chests pitching with their jagged breaths.
Shit, he was a goner. Having Marinette beneath him—who was normally always in charge, always taking the lead—was a sight he never wanted to forget. He had a wonderful view of her body in his current position. Leaning down to kiss her, he braced himself with his hands on the mattress so he didn't collapse against her.
Adrien groaned as she shifted her hips slightly. The urge to slide deeper, to begin thrusting against her, was almost too much to bear—but he refrained, fighting all of his instincts to remain still. He wanted to give her a moment to adjust; however long she needed to feel comfortable taking his length.
Marinette wasn't as patient, though. Gripping his ass, she pulled him forward, easing him deeper and deeper. Adrien gasped, pleasure rippling through his body. She only stopped once he was fully sheathed inside her.
Fuck, Adrien felt as if his brain was going to explode. He melted against her, legs trembling, hands squeezing the sheets as he let out an embarrassingly high-pitched whine.
Hot, wet, tight, amazing, oh, she felt so good. He'd never known it would feel this good to be connected so intimately with his love. He breathed in tattered pants. His veins thrummed with sensation, every nerve in his body alight with a sizzling fire, and his hand quivered as it gripped her hip, fingers digging deep into her skin.
His eyes raked over Marinette's face, taking in the gorgeous sight of her expression: brows relaxed, eyes fluttering shut, and mouth agape in pure pleasure. Wow, wow wow wow, she was so beautiful, every part of her. From her smooth skin to perky breasts, and—oh—as he looked down, her gorgeous pussy, taking all of him.
God, what a view.
They were connected in a way he'd only ever imagined.
His dreams had quite literally come true. Marinette had feelings for him. She'd kissed him. And now—
Now, they were making love—something he'd fantasized about for years but never thought would actually happen.
The fact that Marinette—the only person he'd ever loved romantically and desired sexually—wanted him in the same ways and more…
Adrien could die happy.
(He was so, so happy.)
He loved her. He loved her so much. He loved her he loved her he loved her he loved her—
His breath hitched. Emotions overflowing, moisture welled in his eyes, but he squeezed them shut, keeping them locked tightly closed. Burying his face into the crook of her neck, he obscured the mistiness in his gaze until he no longer felt on the brink of spilling a cascade of tears.
Marinette's arms weaved around him, their chests pressed together. Adrien's thumb gently massaged her skin, rubbing circles into her hip bone.
"Are you okay?" she asked, kissing his head. "You're breathing pretty hard."
Adrien nodded. He was fine. This was just…a lot.
His throat felt tight, making it difficult to speak.
(Of all the wonderful things he had heard about sex…why had nobody once mentioned that it could be overwhelming?
All of the new sensations were so much. In a good way, of course. A very good way.)
He loved it; of course he did. He loved it so much because he loved Marinette so much.
He just…needed a moment to adjust. Physically and emotionally.
Marinette cupped his cheeks. "Adrien?"
Lifting his head, he offered her a smile, stroked the hand on his cheek, and kissed her lips. "I-I'm fine, my Lady. Are you?"
(He'd heard that it could hurt girls the first time, so he wanted to ensure she wasn't in pain.)
Brushing her nose against his, she smiled. "I'm so good. Don't worry."
"It doesn't hurt?"
"No. I mean, there was a little bit of pressure at first, but it wasn't painful. I'm okay. I, um…I like this. A lot."
"Y-yeah," he breathed. "Me too."
They kissed again, needing a few seconds to catch their breath and adjust to the new sensations. Adrien rubbed her side, wanting to keep her close. After about a minute, Marinette experimentally shifted her hips, slowly raising them off the mattress before easing herself back down.
Adrien hissed, pleasure racketing up his spine and down his legs. "Oh, fuck," he gasped.
"You alright?" asked Marinette, as patient as ever.
"You feel so good."
She smiled, kissing his lips. "So do you."
Joy surged through his body.
I feel good, he repeated in thought, the praise sinking into his bones.
"It's okay if you move," she said. "I-if you're ready."
He nodded frantically. "Yes. Yes, please. Please."
With one more kiss, he moved his hips, slowly pulling out, and then sliding back in. He repeated the motion several times, their shared moans charging the air with sweet, sexual ecstasy.
Adrien pressed his face against her chest, gargling out a strangled groan. Pleasure radiated from between his legs, in his stomach, and down to the tips of his toes. He whined, his knees trembling as his mind tried to wrap itself around the feeling of her exquisite heat, all while attempting to restrain himself from cumming right that second.
Everything inside him told him to buck his hips and thrust hard. He bit his lower lip as he fought his brain and body to remain at a slow, even pace. He wanted to let Marinette take this at her own pace. Whatever she wanted, whatever she was comfortable with. If he accidentally hurt her, he'd feel awful.
(And no matter how amazing she felt, he wouldn't dare ever do anything to hurt her.)
"Oh," she sighed, rocking her hips, meeting every thrust. "Oh, minou."
Adrien whimpered. One of his hands slid down to her ass, which he squeezed, raising it in time with the movement of his hips. Mouth falling open, eyes pinching shut, he couldn't stop the pitched whines that escaped his mouth. He didn't want to—he wanted her to know how amazing she made him feel.
(He remembered what she'd said earlier when they were skinny-dipping—that she happened to be turned on by praise.)
"You're so amazing, my Lady," he panted, rubbing her ass as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. She moaned—his new favorite sound. "F-fuck. Oh, fuck. You feel so good. My Lady, my Ladybug—"
"I've never heard you use the word 'fuck' so much in one day," she teased, her voice thick with lust.
Adrien snorted, chuckling through the haze of arousal. "I can't help it! You're just so…ah…"
"Oh, Adrien," she moaned, giggling, "Your friendship feels so good!"
He burst into laughter. "F-fuck. I can't believe you just said that."
(He could feel her tighten around him with every laugh that jolted through her body, squeezing his cock just right.)
"You told me I would," she teased. "I'm just proving you right."
Adrien wheezed. The force of their laughter was strong enough to push his dick out of her. Snorting, he readjusted himself, pushing back in, and they shared a moan as he slid back inside.
"Having trouble?" Marinette giggled.
Adrien laughed softly. "Y-you, agh—ah..."
His brain, fried from the mind-melting pleasure that loaded his body, was unable to form anything even remotely close to a sassy retort. Every word died on his lips, slipping out as nothing more than a choked moan.
Marinette shifted her hips again. In a gravelly tone, she said, "Are you close?"
He groaned, then nodded. "S-sorry."
"It's okay. I'm not expecting you to last forever."
"I know. I just want to make sure you get there, too."
"I already have, remember?" she reminded him, trailing her mouth along his neck. "Or do you not recall me moaning your name while you used those magical hands of yours?"
Ooh, magical.
"Yeah, I remember," he chuckled. "But still. Is it selfish of me to—ah—want to get you off twice?"
Her eyes sparkled. She rocked her hips and said, "I think that would make me the selfish one."
"Maybe we're both a little selfish," he said, slowly running his hand along her thigh until he reached between her legs, where he rubbed his thumb against her clit.
"Ah—" She moaned, grinning up at him. Stealing a slew of passionate kisses, she husked, "You're my Kitty. I always want to be selfish with you."
Adrien groaned. Words failed him. He couldn't speak anymore, overwhelmed by the phenomenal pleasure that racketed up his spine and filled him with an intense feeling of pure, unadulterated love. He increased his pace, desperately bucking his hips forward as his (magical, hehe) hand massaged her pussy.
"A-Adrien," she whined. Her chest heaved with uneven breaths. Her body was so hot, almost too hot, but it felt so right. "O-oh, Adrien—fuck—"
"Marinette," he moaned, knowing he sounded utterly wrecked. "My Lady..."
"That feels so good, Kitty. Don't stop, oh—"
He tried to focus on rubbing her clit and thrusting simultaneously. It was challenging, and his thrusts were uneven, but he didn't care—he wanted to make her cum again, to make her moan and scream and a-ah—
Thrusting harder, faster, their thighs clapped together, the sound of slick skin pounding against slick skin filling the room. The bed creaked. His hand fumbled over her clit, but she was so slippery, and he was having trouble focusing on both—
Marinette settled her hand over his, enabling him to rub her in just the right way. She keened, hips raising in time with his thrusts, their hands working together to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.
"Chat Noir," she gasped, "Oh, Kitty, oh—f-fuck, I'm gonna—" Suddenly, her walls clenched around him, squeezing his cock as her pussy contracted. Her fingers clawed at his back, her core tightening, legs wrapping around his waist, and oh—
Oh, fuck.
Adrien gave a choked gasp, and then he was a moaning, whimpering mess. Tipping his forward, he moaned against her neck, rutting against her as his climax crashed over him in a hot, wet wave. He came explosively hard—his cock twitched inside her with each spurt of cum that spilled into the condom, his toes curling, legs trembling, and eyebrows scrunched tightly together. He barely registered Marinette's hands massaging his back, whispering sweet words into his ear, encouraging him as the extraordinary sensation of his orgasm sparked every one of his nerves alight with pure, burning pleasure.
When the dizzying feeling finally faded, he blinked open his eyes as he caught his breath. He was a little lightheaded, and his heart was beating like a drumline in his chest, yet all of it combined felt so...
So relieving.
Wow...
Wow!
That had been...so unbelievably amazing.
He opened his mouth to speak, to tell Marinette that he loved her, that she was fantastic, that he adored her in every possible way a person could—
But the lovestruck smile across her face prevented him from uttering a single word.
"Good Kitty," she whispered. Her fingers combed through his hair. She kissed his chin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat as it dripped from his skin. "That's good. That's my good Chaton."
Tears stung his eyes, blurring his vision. Blinking past the unexpected moisture, he sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. His body dissolved against her as the tears spilled.
"Aww, Adrien." Marinette swiped the wetness from his cheeks with her thumbs.
"You're incredible," he gasped, still feeling out of breath. "I-I don't know why I'm crying. I'm sorry. I-it's just, I'm so—" He sniffed, breath hitching. "—so overcome with emotion right now."
God, he probably looked like an idiot, crying after sex. He felt like a loser.
And yet, as he met Marinette's gaze, he noticed that despite her wide smile—
Her eyes were misty, too.
"Yeah," she rasped, her breath hitching. "M-me too."
He kissed her forehead as she stroked his back. "Are you okay?"
"I'm perfect. I could fall asleep like this."
"Me too. I probably shouldn't sleep with a condom on, though."
"Hmm, yeah. Wouldn't want to suffocate your poor dick."
"I think it's suffered enough abuse this past year."
She burst into laughter. Surprised, Adrien began to laugh too.
They lost themselves to a fit of laughter, snorting and giggling like a pair of idiots, but fuck, he didn't care. It felt so lovely to laugh with her.
It felt so nice to love her.
"You dork," she breathed, cupping his honey-glowed cheeks in her hands. "What's so funny?"
Still panting, his grin stretched wider. "What do you mean, 'what's so funny?' You laughed first!"
Another giggle bubbled up from her throat.
Adrien snorted. "See? You're laughing!"
"It's funny," she said.
"What's funny?"
"Us," she responded. Her gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips. "I can't believe we just did that."
Adrien hummed in agreement. "Y-yeah. Me either."
As her giggles faded, she gently pushed him up, then wiggled out from underneath him.
Adrien hissed as he slipped out of her.
(Ooh, that was a weird sensation.)
Embarrassingly, when he went to remove the condom, he did so incorrectly, so it leaked and spilled on the bed (ew.) Marinette noticed at the exact moment he did—while it was rather gross, it only made them laugh harder.
"Adrien," she giggled, covering her mouth. Her eyes crinkled in amusement. "Let's get some fresh sheets."
"Wait!" He gently grabbed her wrist. "Was—was it okay?"
"So good, Kitty."
"I finished pretty fast," he said, shoulders slouching.
Marinette smiled. Leaning forward, she pinched his cheek, then kissed it. "Oh, my sweet Chaton. So did I! Don't worry, I promise it was amazing."
Adrien's heart sang with delight. Posture straightening, he beamed.
He'd done well.
After they'd discarded the condom, cleaned the room, and showered (together, because that was something they did now), they settled back in bed, kissing languidly until they both grew tired.
Peppering her lips with sweet, lazy kisses, Adrien combed his fingers through her hair, detangling any wayward knots.
(The ring he'd stashed in the nightstand called out to him.
He ignored it.)
Marinette was already fast asleep, the telltale rise and fall of her chest slow and completely relaxed. Adrien's heart swelled with a gentle sense of accomplishment, knowing he'd been the one to help her fall asleep so quickly.
"I love you, Marinette," he whispered, his heart nearly bursting from his love for her. "I'm so in love with you. I'd marry you tomorrow if you'd have me."
But she didn't stir.
Adrien was fine with that.