Marinette played with her pearl, dangly earrings, posing. She wore a sleeveless, knee-length, red dress. The garment had a very low cut, revealing much cleavage, but was covered with sheer fabric. Marinette twisted off the backs of the earrings and placed the pair in a jewelry box, pushing it up on a high shelf. She looked back at the mirror, hands on her hips, angling herself. The dress was nice, definitely her color, and to be honest, she felt amazing in it.
Marinette reached to her back and started to unzip it, the satin falling to the floor, leaving her in a bra and panties. She had been trying on dresses for the last thirty-five minutes. There are only a few ways to stay entertained in their room, but there are plenty of clothes and surprisingly fancy ones considering they can't leave their room.
She put the red dress away and walked over to another set of hung up clothes, scrolling through them until she stopped at a black dress. It was long and backless, a very fluffy swing dress. Marinette unhooked it from the bar and held it against her chest as she made her way back over to the mirror. Not bad. She removed the hanger and stepped inside. As soon as it was zipped at her waist, she stopped to remove her bra since it was backless. She zipped it the rest of the way, probably pulling a muscle as she tried to reach.
The fabric clung to her body, pronouncing her curves. Marinette smiled and spun around. She wondered what Adrien would think. They've basically been wearing sweatpants for most of their time being here, so something fancy now and then might be nice. And she felt she looked pretty good.
Marinette adjusted her tits and the fit of her dress, twirling in front of the tall mirror one last time. She smiled as she skipped over to the other room.
"How do I look?" Marinette asked seductively as she dramatically posed in the closet doorway.
Adrien sat on the bed and lowered his book to see her. "I prefer you without clothes." He smirked. "But it looks good."
"Ha ha. Very funny." Marinette put her hands on her hips.
"You look perfect." He corrected.
She rolled her eyes. "Okay. If you say so."
Adrien laughed. "What are you even doing?"
"Trying on clothes." She answered. "There's a lot here and I wanna have some fun. Plus this is the richest I've ever felt with a wardrobe." Marinette turned left back into the closet.
"Wait! I'm coming with you." Adrien reached into the nightstand drawer before he hopped off the bed and followed her in quietly. "Maybe I should . . . try on something." He faltered.
Marinette moved through a section of hung up clothes, her bare back facing Adrien. He didn't notice that about her dress before. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and it seemed to taunt him. The dress shined from the ceiling light, outlining her body, making her goddess-like. It was mesmerizing. Adrien wanted to feel it, to touch it.
He sneakily walked up to her, touching her bare back. Marinette froze. Adrien's fingers seemed to heat her skin as they searched her body, memorizing each mark.
"I forgot to tell you, you look amazing. Whether you're wearing the dress or not." He closed his eyes, moving her hair from her shoulder and kissing her warm skin. "You're always perfect in my eyes, but you look even more amazing in this dress." He traced his tongue along her shoulder blade, gripping her arm.
Marinette turned around and kissed him. She smiled, her hands moving to the edge of his shirt. He smiled back, removing it for her. Marinette stared at his body, almost regretting letting her eyes wander. Adrien stopped her as he leaped to her neck, leaving small kisses along her jaw. Marinette loved it. She craved more, but wouldn't admit it. Adrien's mouth moved to her bra, but wanted more as well. He pulled out the sleeping mask from the other day and covered his eyes.
He grinned. "I came prepared."
Marinette looked at him with a pang of guilt in her chest. She was brought out of her thoughts by Adrien unzipping and lifting her dress over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra; she couldn't with that dress. She was left with her leggings. Adrien hoisted one of her legs on his hip and pressed her against the wall. Marinette gasped, but he went for her lips again. This time it was different, their chests rubbed against each other. They could feel the heat of each other's bodies. Adrien rolled his hips against, causing them both to moan.
Adrien moved his lips to her breast, sucking in spots. He sucked on one nipple while massaging the other, going back and forth. Marinette could feel a unfamiliar pulsing sensation lower in her body. She began to feel it the other day, but this time it was stronger.
Adrien put her leg down, rubbing her sides. His thumbs hooked on the edge of her leggings, halting their movement.
Adrien looked up at her. "Can I . . . "
"Take them off." He smiled, still blindfolded. Marinette watched him.
Adrien slowly lowered her pants, her underwear coming with, down to her ankles. Marinette stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Adrien rose, his hands dragging up her legs. They reached around behind her clutching her butt. Marinette gasped.
"Sorry. I had to." He smirked, trailing them back to her thighs.
Adrien spread her legs a foot apart and planted large kisses from her knees up. He stopped inches away from her region. He gripped her thigh with one hand and sucked as hard as he could. Marinette covered her mouth to keep her pleasuring scream from being heard. It felt so good she nearly fell, but Adrien used his other hand to hold her up by her hip. He left a red mark on her inner thigh and began to leave kisses over it.
Marinette put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. She couldn't take it anymore. That mask bothered her too much. "I . . . I can't do this to you anymore." She panted.
Adrien stood up. Marinette's eyes watered as she put her hands on his cheeks, rubbing them with her thumbs. "I love you." She spoke.
"What's wrong?" Adrien asked, concerned. "Do you want to stop?"
Marinette felt the fabric of the sleep mask. Her thumbs began to hesitantly inch it up. Once she saw his emerald eyes, she slipped it off and threw it somewhere.
"Look at me." She commanded.
Adrien, wide eyed, looked her up and down before he grabbed her face and smashed his lips against hers. "You're so beautiful!" He exclaimed, a joyful smile painted on his face. Her cheeks pinkened.
"Now you can not only touch me, but you can see me as well." She smiled. "I think it's best we leave those masks behind us from now on."
"I agree." Adrien grinned, scooping her in his arms. Marinette squealed in surprise. "How about we take this somewhere more comfortable?"
Adrien carried her out of the closet and to the bed. He set her down gently and crawled on top of her, eying her up and down. He kissed her on the lips on more time.
"Now the real fun can begin." Adrien grinned, easing his hand lower.
"What do y-Ah!" She moaned as Adrien inserted his middle finger, pumping it in and out.
His erection could be felt against her thigh. He added his forefinger, making her arch her back in pleasure. She groaned at the feeling, her mouth dry. Marinette reached for him, grasping at his sweatpants. Adrien lifted his head to meet hers. She rubbed her hand up his arm.
"I want you." She breathed. "I'm ready."
"Are you sure?"
Marinette raised an eyebrow. "Really? You've been toying with me all night and now you wanna hesitate?" She crossed her arms. "Admit it. You've been ready to pounce all night, just waiting for your chance."
"Fine. I won't hesitate." Adrien moved her arms above her head. "But if anything hurts, you tell me, okay?"
Marinette nodded her head as Adrien slid his sweatpants down enough to remove his member. Adrien lined up to her entrance and thrusted in.
"Ah!" Her head flung back.
"Are you okay?" He stopped.
"Yes. J-Just keep going." She breathed.
Adrien covered her mouth with his and began to move.
Marinette rocked her body against his in response. She squeezed her eyes shut as her body vibrated with moans. Adrien held both of their hands against the sheets, interlocking their fingers. He moved upwards a little, her legs moving position, giving him a better angle. He slowly picked up speed, breathing heavily.
Marinette could feel a knot building in her stomach, her walls starting to squeeze around Adrien. Her chest began to stiffen as Adrien let go of one of her hands. He released her lips to look down at her.
"You're almost there." A bright smile on his face. "But I want to hear you scream."
Adrien buried his head in the crook of her neck while his hand wandered down. His fingers felt for the tiny pink bead and moved against it. Marinette let out a choked gasp before she shrieked from the sensation. A muffled laugh emanated from Adrien. He quickened his movement while rubbing her clit, causing Marinette to start to twitch.
It only took a few more movements for the pressure inside Marinette to come crashing down, her body shaking and head flinging back. She clenched Adrien's hand tighter, her nails digging in. Marinette came and Adrien finished not too long after.
They both relaxed, panting for awhile. Adrien buried his face in her chest, breathing in her scent with a smile. Marinette looked down at him, moving his hair from his face. She ran her fingers though his golden locks, noticing the sweat beaded at his hairline. Combing his hair with her nails, she soothingly moved it away from his face. His beautiful face. Marinette could stare at it for hours. He had a small smile and a tired look. She loved it. She loved him. The sweet boy she's always known and the cocky one she knows now. They were both him and he was hers. She kissed the top of his hair.
Adrien didn't move for hours, leaving Marinette under him for all that time. He was so comfortable that he fell asleep. Marinette had fell asleep afterward. But now she was awake and uncomfortable. She tried to shake him, but he just buried himself in her chest more.
"Adrien." Marinette whispered. "Get up."
"Five more minutes." He mumbled.
"No, I want to get my pajamas on now."
"You don't need clothes." He spoke into her skin before looking up at her. "I don't want you to leave."
Marinette insisted. "If we don't get up for some clothes, I will make you sleep in the closet."
Adrien pulled himself off of her and dragged himself over the bed. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief and swung her legs over the bed. She stood up, but immediately fell.
"Marinette? Are you okay?" Adrien turned around.
"Yeah. Just lost my balance." She stumbled up.
"Not bad for a first time then I guess?"
"No, I pretty sure this is from you laying on me for like two hours. I've lost circulation in my . . . everywhere." He fake pouted. "Now go get some clothes on."
"Ugh . . . "
A/N
Never written a chapter like this before, probably poorly written. Oh well. Tried my best. As always, love feedback. You have some, give some.
-Alice Pink
