Chapter 28: petite amie

Adrien pinned Marinette down on his bed and attacked her lips. He didn't even try to keep his hands to himself as he held her close by her waist and roughly bit her bottom lip. She gasped at his harsh actions, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Her body was always so easily reignited by him that it was second nature for her to kiss him back and squeeze his waist between her thighs.

"I liked that. When you said you were my girlfriend," he murmured breathlessly while kissing down her neck.

"I did too…" She sighed, but it quickly turned in to a moan when he nipped at her yellowing bruises. Her hands flew to his hair as her legs wrapped around him and pushed his body against hers. With no space between them Adrien rocked his hips slowly against hers in attempt to tease her, grinning at the sounds she made and biting her skin harder. Without hesitation Mari hastily flipped him over so she was on top of him and easily switched the dominance he had over her. He moaned the second she kissed his neck and dug his fingers in her hips.

"Bon chaton," she whispered and rocked down against him. He gasped and threw his head back against his mattress. They weren't even on the right side of his bed.

"God…Marinette," he groaned and tried to push up against her, but she lifted her hips so he couldn't reach her and giggled.

"I love your eagerness," she said seductively as he grabbed her butt to try and pull her back down. Of course she was strong enough to withstand him and keep her stance as he whined desperately.

"Marinette…mm…chéri," he gasped. His hands moved to squeeze her soft flesh rather than push her down, and he relished in another part of her he loved. She giggled and leaned down to kiss him slowly and sweetly.

"Maybe a little too eager," she murmured and reached down to rub the front of his jeans.

He moaned and touched down her legs before returning to her butt. When he pressed his hips in to her hand she bit his bottom lip and tugged at the zipper of his jeans. She slowly lifted up his shirt and moved down to kiss the red marks leading off to his pants. Adrien panted while her nimble hand undid his pants within seconds. His fingers dug through her hair and pulled out her pigtails to freely run through her silky black hair. Marinette moved fabric out of the way as she unveiled him from his boxers.

Her face turned brilliantly red. She's never really seen one in real life, and the one time she had done this to him was in the dark. Sex ed didn't prepare her for how weird it would make her feel just looking at it. She had all the power in this situation, and it was quite the turn on. Adrien was a shivering mess in front of her, patiently waiting for her to do something while lovingly playing with her hair. She made a move to kiss the tip when her phone vibrated in her back pocket. Adrien glanced at her and she sighed before pulling it out and hanging up.

"Sorry," she muttered and leaned down only to be interrupted again by the phone. She groaned and finally picked it up.

"Hello?" She answered impatiently.

"How'd it go? Are you still talking to him?" Alya asked.

"It went fine, and no he told us to go," Marinette answered as she examined Adrien's length again. He blushed from how close she was. This was just on the verge of awkward.

"Well where are you? Nino and I are worried," she said. Marinette hummed and lightly dragged her finger down his flesh. Adrien yelped and nudged himself away from her.

"Was that Adrien? What are you two doing?" She inquired.

"Um, we're kinda busy at the moment," Marinette told her as she giggled at Adrien's reaction. She pressed the lightest kiss against his tip and he whimpered in distress.

"Hang up if you're gonna do that," he pleaded quietly.

"Busy with what? What's up with you two and not answering questions today? It's getting annoying," Alya complained. Marinette pressed her tongue against the same place she kissed and watched him go from red to redder.

"I dunno, ask Adrien," she said and handed the phone to him. He shook his head vigorously and tried to push it back to her but she won out when she squeezed his base. He took the phone and bit his bottom lip nervously.

"H-hello?" He stuttered as he watched Marinette's hands drag down his abdomen.

"Adrien, where are you?" Alya demanded to know.

"I-I'm in my room," he answered obediently while she hovered her lips over his member.

"With Marinette?"

"Yeah…I-I'm with her."

"Are you okay? You sound out of breath? Are you hiding from your dad?"

"No, I'm just…" he trailed off as she teased him by barely brushing her lips against his skin and lightly dabbing her tongue. He took a deep breath and became more flustered as she smiled up at him.

"I-Ihavetogo," he rushed his words and quickly hung up the phone as he stared down at her with wide eyes.

"You didn't last long," she teased.

"Mari, please," he begged. She bit her lip before finally leaning down and fully pressing her warm tongue against his skin. He gasped and dug his fingers in to his thigh to avoid pulling her hair. She wrapped her lips around his head and delicately sucked. He wasn't small, but he wasn't so big that it scared her.

"Fuck…," he moaned and accidentally nudged his hips up in to her mouth.

She held him down and licked all up and down his length before taking him in her mouth again. Adrien had never felt a pleasure so wet and wickedly sinful, and it was enough to make him plead and beg for release within ten seconds. Marinette tasted the bitter precum that already started to ooze out of him and gave him a last few licks before switching to her hand. He whimpered when she stopped, but moaned when her hand squeezed and touched him. His eyes were screwed shut as he felt her lips press against his. He hungrily kissed her back, messing up her loose hair and whining when she sped up her hand.

"Marinette…oh fuck, Mari…" he moaned and pressed his head back against the mattress. Marinette kissed over his collar bones and nuzzled in to his neck while reaching between her own legs and touching herself. She let out a frustrated moan and paused to undo her own jeans and reach in when she felt his hand beat her to it.

"Princesse méchant," he murmured, teasing her from when she always called him naughty kitty.

"Adrien," she sighed and kissed his neck as his fingers delved into her wet folds.

She gasped and moaned, struggling to keep the pace with her hand on him. He kissed and sucked at her nape, hair sticking to his lips each time until he brushed her hair aside with his free hand. It wasn't long until they were both gone and putty in each others hands. They collapsed in to a puddle of pleasure and heat and tried to recover from their mutual orgasms. Marinette was completely melted over Adrien's chest as she listened to his heart beat while trying to calm her own. His chest rose and fell rapidly until it settled to a more comfortable pace. She took a deep breath and wiped her dirty hand on his already soiled boxers before snuggling closer and feathering kisses against his neck.

"Je t'aime," she breathed and squeezed his body tightly. Adrien smiled and chuckled, running his clean hand through her hair and kissing the top of her head.

"Je t'aime…ma petite amie," he replied. She blushed.

"So…you consider me your girlfriend?" She spoke shyly.

"I'd be heartbroken if you weren't," he hummed and held her close.

"Hmm…then that means you're my boyfriend," she thought out loud. Adrien Agreste was her boyfriend. The boy she had been dreaming about for ages was her boyfriend. The boy she had trusted behind a mask for so long was her boyfriend. He smiled and nodded.

"Although I think I became your boyfriend before you became my girlfriend," he said. Marinette giggled and pushed herself up to look at him.

"I think so too," she agreed. He reached up and caressed her face, tucking her raven hair behind her ear and taking in how beautiful she looked. Her flushed cheeks and adoring eyes made his smile widen before pulling her down for another kiss. Her lips were as warm as ever, and the way they fit with his made him only want her more. He moved to suck and eventually bite at her lower lip until she pulled back laughing.

"Too soon?" He asked running his thumb over her soft lips. She sighed and brushed his hair back unsticking it from his sweaty forehead and smoothing it back.

"Adrien, you're a hot mess. We should be meeting up with Alya and Nino," she told him. Adrien groaned and shook his head.

"I don't wanna," he replied with a pout. She rolled her eyes and got up off his bed.

"You should get changed. Your pants are filthy," she said as she buttoned up her own.

"And who's fault is that?" He muttered and sat up.

"Mostly yours," she quipped and patted his head. He nuzzled in to her palm much like a cat before standing up and opening his drawer. As much as he would love to stay in his room with her all day and all night a change of clothes did sound like a good idea.