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Sitting through the rest of her classes nearly drove Marinette insane. Adrien kept glancing back toward her trying and failing to be subtle. Alya nudged her every time about as subtle as Adrien. Meanwhile, her brain was still running in circles trying to process it all.
Was Adrien actually Chat Noir? The two shirts, same hair, green eyes, similar build, both had, had cuts on their cheeks, and of course the shirt . “Well that was quick” kept repeating in her head. It all made sense. There was really no way Adrien wasn’t Chat Noir and yet the little negative voice in the back of her head kept saying it was all too good to be true.
When the final bell rang Marinette dashed out of the school and to her home, not wanting to stop and talk to anyone. She ran to her room a quick hello to her parents as she passed through the bakery. Her feet barely touched the floor of her room before she threw herself onto her bed and screamed into a pillow. Tikki, coming out from Marinette’s bag was about to say something but before she could Marinette stood up, began pacing around her room, and then threw herself back down onto her bed. That happened about three more times before she finally stopped, face pressed into her pillows as if she was trying to become one with her bed.
“Marinette,” Tikki started unsure of exactly what to say.
“Yes?” Her voice was muffled by the pillow she was slowly sinking deeper into.
She could tell Tikki was waiting for her to say something. While she had already made up her mind of what she was going to do, that didn't mean her brain wasn't a mess because of it.
Finally, she sat up with a resigned sigh. “Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” She nodded and gave a half-smile.
Tikki gave her a look but said nothing as she watched her charge slowly stand up and begin digging through her drawers.
It took some time but at last, Marinette settled on something. carefully laying it out across her bed before going downstairs to have dinner with her parents, promising to bring some sweets up for Tikki and not quite sure how she’d manage to keep her composure throughout the whole meal. It didn’t go to horribly, her parents were, thankfully, more than used to their daughter's weird behavior. She even managed to get a decent amount of the food down. After bringing up some treats, doing some more pacing and generally waiting for it to be later so she could go she was finally starting to be more sure of her not very rational plan.
That was until her alarm rang.
“Shit.” Marinette slapped her forehead making a sound loud enough that Tikki winced. “I totally forgot about patrol tonight...with Chat, Adrien? Ughhhh, this is the worst! I thought it was Tuesday!” She moaned, throwing her head back to stare mournfully at the ceiling.
Tikki was at a loss, a moment ago Marinette was admiring herself in the mirror, seemingly intent on talking to the very person she now didn’t want to see? The small red creature decided that the best thing to do right now was to just wait for her to figure herself out this time. she was getting too old for this “young love” stuff anyway.
After more time than was probably healthy of pacing, panicking, and pother Marinette finally paused and looked at Tikki. “Okay, okay I got it.” the corner of her mouth raised in an attempt of a half-smile but she mostly just looked like she wanted to vomit. “Spots o- OH WAIT!”
Tikki froze in midair as Marinette quickly threw on an oversized shirt. She had learned the hard way that suiting up in only her underwear was not a good idea. “Okay now, spots on!”
“Unlike you to be late, my lady,” Chat said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Ha, right, sorry…” She laughed nervously, her voice sounding weird even to her own ears.
Trying to act normal was way more difficult than she’d anticipated it being. There was something about knowing that Chat was Adrien, that this was the love of her life, her best friend, the love of her life, her partner, oh yeah AND THE LOVE OF HER LIFE all wrapped up into one wonderful person making her unable to calm her beating heart. This was worse than how she’d acted the first time Chat had kissed her as Marinette and everything after that. Any lasting thoughts of being able to wait to pull off her plan quickly slipping away.
“Everything okay Ladybug?” Chat took a step forward resting a hand on her shoulder in what he assumed would be a comforting manner but it sent every molecule in her body into a frenzy. She was on fire, the spot where his hand rested shooting sparks right down her arm, chest, heart and everywhere else. It was not fair that such a simple thing could cause such a reaction in her.
“YUP! Great everything is! Wonderful! Lets patrol!” Ladybug whipped around hoping she could hide how red her face was and quickly took off on their usual patrol route before he could say anything, even if he had seen.
The city was quiet, it seemed even the low-level criminals had taken a night off much to Ladybug’s chagrin. She could definitely use a distraction right now.
“Is everything really okay?” Chat asked as they stopped on a rooftop for a break from all the running and hopping.
She’d been trying hard to act normal after the initial fail but obviously, she still wasn’t doing a very good job of it. God, why was this so hard? That wasn’t a good question she knew why, but she also knew all the fear and worry was dumb, the doubt was silly, she was anxious, overreacting and letting it get the best of her. But still her heart pounded and her brain buzzed.
She looked him in the eyes trying to confirm for him that everything was okay, as she looked she saw concern and, comfort, and love. At the very least that helped dissuade some of her nerves and helped convince herself that, if nothing else, everything really was going to be okay.
Thoughts of her earlier plan for later that night ran through her head as they stared at one another. The blush on her cheeks getting warmer and warmer until finally, fuck it , she thought.
“Yes Adrien.” The two simple words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush bust she made sure they were clear. Never darting her eyes away from his as she watched for a reaction.
“Wha-?” He stiffened, his eyes widened, and his mouth formed a quick “o” shape of a surprise all in a quick half a second before he unnaturally tried to make himself look relaxed and chuckled. “What?” he repeated more calmly, trying to act like he didn’t understand.
“I know…” Ladybug admitted with a breath, shuffling her feet and darting her eyes from his to the ground between them and back again.
He slumped, running his hands through his hair, pulling his bangs back before letting them fall wildly back down to cover his forehead, he asked: “How long?”
“I found out earlier today!” She responded trying to make it clear that this was not some big secret she’d been hiding from him, that as much as this was a big deal it wasn’t, not really. “I’m sorry…” this was certainly not how she pictured this happening.
Chat sighed, “Plagg claws out.”
Green-light filled the rooftop for a split second, right in front of her eyes she saw it, whatever doubts dared to remain were purged from her head as she watched Chat Noir transform into Adrien. She could barely contain the grin making its way onto her face, the relief of finally knowing for 100% completely unknotting the tension that had been tight in her chest. She took a step closer to him.
“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want to know and don’t feel like you have to tell me who you are if you don’t want to.” He scratched the back of his head, head tilted down, eyes remaining on her.
Her heart sang. This groundbreaking revelation, a secret of his being uncovered and yet he was worried about her? God, could this boy be any more perfect? She had about 5 seconds of sanity before throwing all caution to the wind. Closing the distance between them in a step and pressing her lips to his. Or at least she was about to kiss him but he held her shoulder, keeping her at a distance, leaning his head back just before they could make contact.
“Ladybug I’m sorry but this doesn’t change anything, I’m still dating Marinette,” he said, taking a step back.
Nope, he could definitely not get more perfect. She didn’t even try to hide the nonsensical grin that made its way onto her face “Spots off.”
“Hey,” Marinette said as the red light faded around her, trying not to look too awkward or uncomfortable as Adrien stared at her with shock and awe.
She didn’t have to wait too long for his brain to process it all and before she could say ‘mama’s spaghetti’ he had her in his arms spinning them around in a tight circle. “I’m so happy it’s you!” he all but shouted.
“And I’m so happy it’s you!” She giggled in return as he kissed her face over and over, her arms wrapped around his head holding him close.
“Gross,” Plagg said, surprising the pair as Tikki tried to hold him back.
“Plagg!” Tikki exclaimed, “I told you we should give them privacy.”
“That’s your Kwamii?” Marinette asked Adrien, unwrapping her legs from around his torso, and settling her feet back onto the ground, face a little red.
Adrien kept one arm around her waist and she definitely didn’t mind. “Yup,” he said, gesturing with the other arm. “That’s Plagg.” He looked from the small magical creatures back to her sheepishly.
“He’s so cute.” Marinette smiled up at Adrien before looking back at the kwamii’s and reached out a hand for Plagg to land.
“I’m glad someone appreciates me,” Plagg said smugly, looking at Adrien.
“I’m sorry Marinette I tried to keep him quiet!” Tikki said, letting go of Plagg and flying toward them.
“It’s okay.” Marinette smiled, “This is my Kwamii Tikki.” She looked at Adrien.
“Well, it’s very nice to meet you Tikki.” Adrien put out a hand and the small magical creature shook his finger.
“Nice to meet you too Adrien,” she giggled. “You’re one of the cuter chosen Chat Noir’s”
“Thank you?” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head.
“Yeah, yeah,” Plagg groaned floating off of Marinette’s hand to zip between them all, “Can we go now? I’m Hungry!”
“Oh shush Plagg.” Tikki looked at Adrien and Marinette, “I’ll keep him out of your way, take your time.” She smiled, maybe she wasn’t quite too old for all this “young love” stuff after all.
“Thanks, Tikki.” Marinette blushed and the way Adrien pulled her a little closer definitely didn’t go unnoticed.
“Oh and here!” Adrien quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small container of cheese and handed it to the kwamii's.
Tikki grimaced but Plagg grabbed it doing a loop in the air and happily flew off with Tikki following close behind.
“She doesn’t like cheese?” Adrien asked.
“What? No. She loves cookies though.”
“You definitely got the better end of this superhero duo all around,” Adrien laughed. “Plagg only likes the stinkiest cheeses.”
“Aw, he doesn’t seem so bad,” Marinette said, turning her body back to face him fully.
“Wait until you get to know him!” Adrien turned too, wrapping his other arm back around her waist. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.”
“Neither would I,” Marinette smiled, leaning her head up towards his, her hands finding the back of his head.
“I’m glad princess, now where were we?” He dipped his head down, capturing her lips for a kiss.
She’d kissed him before, as Chat and as Adrien but it was nothing like this. There were no doubts, no second-guessing, no worried thoughts that this was all wrong. He was two halves of the same whole person she fell in love with twice .
Adrien’s hands found her hips and pulled her in closer, slowly traveling his hands down to her thighs. She lifted her legs, wrapping them back around him enjoying the pressure of his fingers on her bare skin. He took a few steps forward to steady himself and she let out a small gasp when her back hit the wall connected to the door that people without superpowers used to get onto the top of the building
“Sorry.”
Their lips barely parted, eyes still closed.
“Don’t be.” Marinette smiled before connecting their lips once again. She knew that mumbled apology was meant for nothing more than having clumsily bumped her into the wall (which she certainly didn’t mind) but maybe it had been.
They had a lot they still needed to discuss, maybe he was apologizing for everything that it had taken to get to where they were now. The little lies, the messed up feelings, all of it. But neither of them had anything to be sorry for because they had made it. It was all going to be okay. After this they would talk about it, all the little details, the important decisions, they would all be made. But they would be made together because they had made it .
Adrien pushed his hips up against hers, trying to keep her pinned between him and the wall so his hands could be free for other activities. It’s not like the second thing he noticed after seeing that it was Marinette under the mask was that all she had decided to wear was an oversized shirt that did not do a good job of hiding much. The thought of seeing what she was wearing underneath was definitely not spurring him on in the least, at all.
He slid his hands up her legs, cupping her butt with a gentle squeeze before making his way further up. She pulled him in impossibly closer her heels locking around his torso. The shirt was pinned against the wall with her, they would have to change that and soon .
Marinette’s fingers pulled at his hair, before moving down his shoulders, then his chest, finding the hem of his shirt. While her shirt was trapped between her back and the wall, his was not and after a quick tug to get it out from under her legs, it was quickly discarded.
Her nails dug into his back, wanting, needing more, unable to grind her hips against his because of the position they were in. He gasped and pulled back as her fingers sent shivers through his body, misjudging the weight he sent them both tumbling to the floor.
Adrien groaned Marinette couldn’t tell if it was from hitting the hard concrete of the roof, or from her quickly sitting up and “accidentally” grinding against his growing bulge.
“Are you okay?” She asked covering her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.
“Never better,” He smiled. Sure his back hurt a bit, but here he was the love of his life, his partner, his best friend sat on top of him on a moonlit Paris rooftop. Could anything even be better?
He shifted his body a little, paying no mind to the concrete that scratched against his skin, too focused on every little movement Marinette made against him. His hands followed their earlier path up her bare legs, she shivered, if it was from the cold night air or the way he touched her, he couldn’t tell. When his hands reached her hips he was about to use her to pull himself back up so he could kiss her again but she pushed him right back down.
“I thought I told you I like to be on top.”
She leaned back down ghosting kisses against his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his neck. She now knew why she hadn’t been allowed to leave any hickey's so many nights ago but that didn’t mean she couldn’t nip and lick a little bit more at the sensitive skin of his neck now before continuing her journey down his body.
He grabbed at her ass, trying to keep his hips from bucking too much but with every movement Marinette made it got more and more difficult. He found the hem of her shirt and began pulling the fabric up slowly, he paused to slip his fingers under the elastic of her underwear covering her butt, just to feel a little more of her sinfully soft, hidden skin.
She arched her stomach up helping him remove the shirt, mourning the short loss of shared body heat, quickly reconnecting them as soon as it was tossed to the side. This time it was Adrien's turn to push her back; He wanted to look.
“Marinette,” his words softly spoken like a prayer, “God you’re beautiful.”
The moonlight softly illuminated her form, her hair, frizzy from the rooftop patrol run, caught the light, creating a halo-like effect around her head. Her pale skin glowed as if she had just dropped down from heaven, contrasted deliciously by the deep red lingerie she wore suggesting maybe it wasn’t heaven she had come from.
She blushed and made to hide her face but he stopped her, cupping her chin in his hand, thumb stroking the soft skin of her cheek. He never wanted to stop staring into her ocean blue eyes.
“I love you Marinette.”
She smiled, eyes lighting up. His saying Marinette and not ladybug, even after all they had been through, meant more than she could ever explain. She held his hand against her cheek as she leaned down to kiss his nose.
“I love you too.” She pressed her lips to his.
She savored the kiss, slow and passionate, lips melding together, tongues dancing, even the way their teeth bumped sent her heart aflutter. It was perfect. Everything she could ever hope for and more.
The slow kissing grew more intense, their earlier excitement not having faded away in the least, spurred on even more now by the new declaration.
Marinette grinded her hips against his, trying to create more friction as the ballet of their tongues turned into a battle. She shifted her body to straddle his thigh, Adrien moaned as she slid off his stiffened bulge. She found the waistband of his pants quickly doing away with his belt before undoing his button and slowly, so, so slowly pulling down his zipper. His cock twitched beneath her fingers as she began to free it.
She began to pull his pants down his legs, he lifted his hips to help get them off, causing his leg to put pressure right where she needed it making her breath hitch and grind into his thigh even more with a loud whine.
Once his pants were discarded Marinette went to continue her earlier activity but before she could Adrien sat up, pulling her back to sit in his lap, her legs naturally wrapped back around his torso. One hand held the back of her head, tugging lightly at the hair on the nape of her neck. The other hand traveled up her thigh, finding her center. Her panties were soaked through from the building anticipation but all he would give her was a light sliding of his finger over the fabric.
“Is this okay?” Adrien breathed, finding the clasp of her bra, head dipped down to kiss and nip at the already exposed flesh of her chest.
“More than okay.” Her fingers tangled in his hair holding him close to her.
He followed her bra slowly slipping off, kissing every inch of newly freed skin before pausing, with the bra removed something dropped into their lap. Adrien sucked in a breath, the silver square foil glinting in the moonlight.
“Well, you sure came prepared.” He cocked an eyebrow, though he knew his voice did not sound as cocky as he was trying to appear as he held up the condom.
Marinette’s face turned redder than her suit. “I was maybe planning to you know…” she hid her face in his shoulder, muffling the end of her sentence.
“What was that?” He chuckled, rubbing her back comfortably, trying hard to not focus right then on how her breasts felt pressed against his chest.
“It’s possible I was gonna stop by your house tonight and tell you I knew, but then I forgot we had patrol,” she admitted, still hiding in his shoulder but coming out enough that she would be understood.
“And you just assumed I had no condoms?” He exclaimed with mock hurt. He could have made fun of her for assuming that by telling him they were guaranteed to fuck, but honestly, he couldn’t have seen anything else happing given the circumstances.
“I wasn’t sure!” she said popping her head up to pout at him.
“I would never expect you to not come prepared,” he said with a laugh, then thought for a second, “wait is that why you wore this?”
If it were possible for her face to get more red it would have, she nodded.
“Well I for one am very glad you did,” he smiled, finding her wrists. “And I don’t have any condoms at home, and definitely don’t have any here so I’m glad you were at least prepared.”
“Well this wasn’t exactly my plan but I’m glad too.” Marinette leaned in to kiss him again but he stopped her.
“But I’m still very bothered that you would think that of me.” He pulled her arms up and rocked them forward so that Marinette was now on her back, arms pinned above her head. “So I think a little compensation is in order.”
Marinette swallowed, she was usually much more fond of being in control but god damn there was something so hot about the way he did and said all that. Besides she definitely would not mind a little more attention .
“Keep your hands there,” Adrien murmured in her ear as he lightly trailed his fingers down her arms, stopping at her chest. He cupped one pert mound in his hand, flicking her hardened nub with his thumb as his mouth gave the other the attention it deserved.
Adrien’s tongue moved slowly, he flicked her nipple with a quick few passes before capturing her breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pink tip, savoring the way she breathed out at every nip and suck. He let go and she moaned at the loss, fighting the instinct to grab his hair and pull him back to where she wanted, doing her best to do as he said.
He kissed her between her cleavage slowly making his way for his mouth to give the other side some attention as well, not that his hand alone wasn’t doing amazing work, pulling, tugging, and kneading everything just right.
His other hand slipped between her legs, drawing slow, tantalizing circles on her upper, inner thigh. She couldn’t help but widen her legs needing more, wanting him to move further up. She lifted her hips instinctively, the rough concrete scratched at her back adding to the overwhelming sensations.
He didn’t oblige to her wants just yet, he was taking his time, lazily focusing on just her chest beside the slow twirl of his fingers on her thigh. It was driving her insane in the best way, she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.
He wanted to take his time, appreciate every sound he elicited from her, every movement she made, every second of his skin against hers. He knew this would be the first of many similar nights. He knew that now, they had all the time in the world, and they would, because now that he had her, his Lady, his love, he was never letting her go. But still, he wanted to revel in this now, for the first time, he had all of her and though there would be much more he’d be damned if he didn’t take the chance right then to kiss every inch of her, to find out what would make her moan and scream, to please her for as long as he possibly could.
Marinette bucked her hips but all it got her was his hand moving further away from her core, while the other continued massaging her breast, his mouth getting slightly more adventurous. He captured her pink tip between his teeth and pulled up. She’d been trying to fight it, to not give him the full satisfaction he wanted but she couldn’t help the loud moan the action elicited from her. He let go and kissed the reddened sensitive area, before moving slightly to the side and began nipping and sucking hard in order to leave his mark.
“Adrien,” she begged, no longer able to take this slow arduous torture, her clit throbbing, waiting for attention. If she had been wet before, she was an ocean now.
The way she said his name made his brain short circuit. She knew who he was, it wasn’t just a hope in her mind that it was him and not Chat. She knew him and she wanted all of him.
“Yes my lady,” he looked up at her, eyes dark and hungry.
“Please, I want you,” she rasped, eyes half-lidded. My lady, my lady, my lady going through her head, making her giddy. He knew all of her, and still wanted her, was still in love with her, how could it not make her heart sing? It didn’t matter if she was the brave, smart superheroine the whole city adored or little old Marinette, the baker's daughter. He loved her and wanted all of her.
“Want?” He slid back up and purred into her neck, nipping at the thin skin there, continuing his earlier ministrations, though cautious to not leave as dark a hickey if one at all.
Marinette knew if she said she needed him he’d fuck her right into the roof, and as much as a part of her, a very large part of her, begged to just let him have his fun and she could get him back for teasing her for so long later, the other, much more competitive and maybe a little masochistic part refused to give that to him.
“Want.” She repeated, a teasing smile making its way onto her lips.
Adrien swallowed, he knew he’d been being mean but the devious glint in her eye had him worried. Could he survive the games she had planned for him? He couldn’t wait to find out.
She flipped him over with much more ease than her lithe frame would suggest she could. She was back on top of him, quickly adjusting so that she was straddling him. She pressed her entrance against his bulge, both still covered by underwear so as not to fully give either of them what they wanted. Adrien choked as she began purposefully sliding her body back and forth against his, her wetness dampening his underwear.
His hands found her hips. She held them against herself, guiding them up her body. All Adrien could do was watch, mesmerized by the show she was putting on for him, mind-melting from the way she continued to gently rock her hips back and forth on top of his. She let go of his hands leaving them to hold and massage her tits. She splayed her fingers across his chest before slowly dragging her nails down, marveling at the bright red lines they left behind.
She leant down ghosting her lips over the fading lines she had left. When she reached his underwear, instead of pulling them down like he so hoped she would she kissed right above the band, then flicked her tongue over where the head of his cock was underneath the fabric. He tangled his hand in her hair, the other going to pull down his boxers but she stopped him, looking up with a sly smirk that sent his heart thumping impossibly faster. He’d wanted this to last forever but god it might kill him.
She took him and the dampened fabric covering him into her mouth, sucking hard, he could just barely feel the pressure of her tongue against him as she followed the outline of his dick up and down. She put pressure on his tip with her thumb, rubbing small circles as she sucked on his balls. The feeling of the fabric, the pressure, her hot breath and flicking tongue driving him to the edge.
“God. Fuck. Please, Marinette,” he cried out.
And then she stopped. If the actions she had been doing had been torture then the absence of them was unbearable. He looked up at her, eyes dark with desire.
“Don’t want you to finish too fast kitty,” she mewled, leaning back over him but painfully careful to avoid putting any pressure over his throbbing cock.
“I can go a few rounds," he said with a wink. The nickname making him have to fight back a goofy grin. She’d said it before in similar circumstances and maybe he just got happy by the fact that she wanted anything to do with either side of him at all. But the fact that she really truly fell for both sides of him, with no doubt of that fact left in his mind, just made him so impossibly glad.
“I’m sure you can, but I'm having too much fun right now.” She nipped at his collarbone before recapturing his lips. She had the faint taste of her own juices from where she had lapped them up.
If she wanted to keep playing this game he would do his best to continue as well. One hand found her ass, grabbing and squeezing it, she moaned into the kiss deepening it. His other hand found her slit, sliding under her underwear he stuck two fingers inside her causing her to instinctually grind into them.
“Fuck,” she groaned into his mouth, as he began to pull them in and out her hips following the motion.
All too soon he stopped, pulling back from the kiss he looked her straight in the eyes as he took his time licking his fingers clean.
“I wanted a better taste.”
“Oh, that’s it.” She sat back up and slid back down to her earlier position.
She slid her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, sliding them down his legs. His cock sprang to attention as soon as it was freed, hitting her cheek. He helped her quickly throw his boxers to the side. He let out a moan as soon as her hand wrapped securely around his member and began carefully pumping up and down.
She encircled his tip, swirling her tongue around it before bobbing her head engulfing as much as she could. It was possible she had practiced a little on some very lucky cucumbers and bananas since the last time so she could reach the base of his cock. It was worth it as he let out a strangled moan as she successfully took it all in, gagging slightly.
As she pulled up, her tongue drew a line following her mouth. She released with a small ‘pop’ a thin trail of saliva left glinting in the moonlight, before she dipped her head back down, once again focusing on just the head.
She tugged on his balls as she hollowed her cheeks, shallowly continuing to bob her head, it felt amazing but it was far from enough.
Adrien bucked his hips, his hands tangled in her hair, trying to only gently encourage her to take him in deeper as he pushed on her head, breathing heavy. She obliged but only a little, her mouth sloppily stayed focused on his tip but she used her hand to lightly grip his length sliding only a small bit of it up and down her spit dripping down keeping it wet.
“Please I need you now,” he rasped, not sure how much longer he could hold out against this agonizing ecstasy.
All at once again she stopped but only for a moment this time, quickly finding the foil they had discarded nearby, she handed it to him. He took it from her like it was a gift from god. She watched hungry and impatient as he tore it open and slid it on. As soon as it was on she pushed him back down pumping his cock a few more times before sitting up and shifting so she could sit on top of it, panties pulled to the side. She sank onto his dick with a loud gasp. Adrien moaned, pulling her hips down harder, barely giving her time to adjust.
She rocked her hips against his, back and forth, quickly getting comfortable and moving faster, up and down her breasts bouncing. Adrien bucked his hips against hers, pulling her head down their lips clashing as their hips pounded against each other. He could feel his back getting scratched by the rough concrete beneath them and he was sure Marinette's legs felt the same but it only added to the bliss as the barely-there rhythm dissolved into complete nothingness as their delirium grew.
As much as he wanted to lose himself in the euphoria, they weren’t done. So with more willpower than he thought he had he slowed his rocking hips, pulling Marinette’s to stop with him.
“Wha-?” She questioned breathlessly, not fully satisfied.
“Did you think I would let you win that easily princess?” His voice deep and husky. “Get off,” he commanded.
She listened without question, too untangled to think about it, just wanting the built-up tension to be released.
As soon as she was off and moved to the side, he sat up and pushed her down. He thought of teasing her more like earlier, but as he pumped his cock, keeping himself on the edge he knew he definitely did not have the willpower for that. Instead, he started right in the spot she needed him most.
He parted her lips, delving his tongue in, she bucked against him, already worked up and sensitive. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she sucked in a breath, prompting him to continue the action, slowing down the swirling of his tongue around the sensitive nub. Marinette grabbed his head, tangling her fingers in his hair as she cried out for more.
Adrien moaned into her as he continued fucking her with his tongue. The sensation of her juices covering his mouth, the smell of her, the sounds she was making, that he was eliciting from her, combined with his already throbbing cock from her earlier show of what her mouth could do, causing him to shudder. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take as he continued to stroke himself while pleasing her.
“Please Adrien, Fuck me again,” Marinette whined, one hand still tightly wrapped in his hair, her other kneading her own breast. She had reached above her head searching to grab onto a non-existent headboard, as he worked to bring her to the edge, but all she had found left to grab was herself, not that it was a bad thing. It only added to her pleasure, and when Adrien looked up to see her touching herself like that in reaction to him, well, it just about drove him wild.
“Anything for you my lady.” He pressed one last kiss to her entrance before sitting back up to line himself up with her before sliding himself in once again.
It took all of his self-control to start slow, but Marinette's erratic hip movements spurred him on to move faster and faster. He interlocked their fingers, holding her arms down beside her head as he leaned down, ghosting his lips on top of hers, their breath mingling adding to the already dizzying feeling as their bodies pounded against one another. Moans fading into the darkness of the quiet night.
The barley their rhythm once again dissolving into nothingness as pleasure overtook them. The earth stopped spinning as Marinette shuddered beneath him. She could feel him pulsing inside her, filling her up over and over again as they pounded against one another.
“FUck Adrien!” She squeezed her hands against his, the world around her dissolving into light as electricity traveled through her body setting her on fire. All there was, was him and her, and this incredible mind-numbing feeling as all the tension in her body released.
Adrien had already been close but he had a little more in him as he continued thrusting himself in and out, grunting against her ear as he dropped more of his weight on top of her, losing the ability to support himself as he got closer and closer to his tipping point. Marinette finishing sent him over the edge. The way she clenched around him made time slow down and every nerve in his body light up.
“Ah- Marinette!” he grunted, burying himself as deep within her as he could go as he came. Shockwaves of pleasure filling his body with the release.
He dropped on top of her, both breathing heavy. Neither of them able to move as they tried to regather their thoughts. After a few moments, Adrien finally, with a loud grunt and sigh, slid out of her and flipped on his back to lay beside her, keeping one hand still tightly intertwined with hers between them.
“Well that was...nice,” Marinette finally spoke up.
Adrien snorted, “only nice?”
“Okay kitty, it was mind-numbingly, god-givingly, super freaking fantastic.” She corrected with a laugh.
“Much better.” He grinned at her.
The cool night air felt nice against their sweaty bodies, but if they stayed like that much longer it would soon start to get too cold, so regretfully Adrien made the rational decision to sit up and start gathering their clothes.
Marinette gasped as he sat up, and he looked at her curiously.
“I think maybe doing this on rough concrete was a bad idea.” She looked at him apologetically.
“What?” Though as he looked at her, noticing the small red scratches that covered her legs, and as he began to feel a slight stinging in his back and shins he understood what she meant. Even without leaving any hickey's he still ended up with some marks.“Right well, next time you’re invited to my room like you’re original creepy plan.” He teased.
Marinette blushed. “Hey! You would have loved my creepy plan.”
“Yes.” He shifted and brushed a few stray strands of hair off her face, leaning down to give her a peck on the lips. “I definitely would have. And that was a real invitation.”
“Good.” She cupped his cheek as he sat back up, looking at him like he was the answer to all her prayers, eyes shining bright and full of love.
“Now let's find our clothes before either of us catch a cold.” The night air was starting to make him shiver now that their bodies weren't on top of each other sharing heat.
“Okay.” Marinette pouted, sitting up slowly.
He helped her to her feet as they began searching the roof for their clothes.
“I cannot find my underwear.” Adrien scratched the back of his head looking up at her, hoping she’d seen them.
Marinette laughed, “guess you’re going commando and some random person may find them on the street somewhere. If they say your name you can probably check eBay.”
“Can we go home yet?” They heard a small voice yell out from across the roof.
Marinette jumped, both of the heroes turned bright red, their Kwamii’s had been around for all of that.
“Yeah just one second,” Adrien choked out as they both scrambled to get dressed.
“We’re closer to my house if you wanna sleepover?” Marinette suggested, looking to the side, much less of her bravado from earlier peeking through.
“I would like that very much.” Adrien smiled, taking her hand. “And if you have any cheese pastries so would Plagg.” He laughed as they walked over to where their Kwamii’s had been hiding out.
The two miniature gods had found a secluded spot where the roof of the shorter building connected next to the roof their charges were on dipped down and delineated the two tops of the buildings, to give the pair privacy. And maybe to enjoy some of their own alone time together too. It wasn’t often that their chosen shared their identities.
“Can do.” Her smile lit up the night more than the moon could ever hope to, as she squeezed his hand tighter.
They snuck quietly into Marinette’s room sliding into her bed together. They would have to wake up early so Adrien could get home before anyone noticed, but as Marinette huddled into him more and she could feel him pull her in tighter to his chest they knew it was such a small price to pay for a little more time together. Even if they could just see each other in school the next day.
As they lay there, bodies so tangled they were nearly indiscernible from one another they both knew they had other things to discuss, important conversations to have, and they would. But right then, and for the rest of the night, they would just enjoy each other's company and warmth. Thankful that they were finally able to be together fully.