A/N: For those newly following me from my fluffier stories, please note the rating on this one. It's M for a reason - it's erotica. You've been advised!

Chapter Fourteen

Marinette was feeling a deep sense of smugness. While the sexy underwear hadn't been cheap, the result was worth every penny. There had been a sense of disappointment in not orgasming with Adrien, but if there was one thing she'd learned about her partner, it was his desire to give her pleasure. She could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he worked out his next move.

Honestly, she'd just be happy to get off the kitchen counter. With this in mind, she unwound her legs from Adrien's body and shifted from his lap. Things were rather soggy down south but it probably wasn't best to mention it to the model. He seemed to be inwardly beating himself up about not making her come.

As if to confirm this, Adrien caught her about the thighs before she got too far. "Wait."

She paused as requested and waited for him to continue yet the determination in his eyes spoke volumes. One of his hands moved to the small of her back while the other lowered to the juncture between her legs. To the opening in her crotchless panties. The tips of his fingers brushed against her wet folds eliciting a gasp from her lips. Those fingers continued to stroke her in a steady rhythm which had her undulating in time to his ministrations.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Marinette arched back to give Adrien better access to her body, while thrusting her chest towards him. Her partner's hot breath was the only warning she had before she felt his lips on her skin, nibbling his way around the lace to take her right nipple into his mouth. At the same time, Adrien sank his finger into her pussy, driving into her slickness with a dedication that was heady.

All the while his tongue lapped at her nipple, his teeth teasing and grazing. Then he moved onto her left breast, leaving her right wet from his kisses. The coolness of the air was stimulating in itself but not as much as having Adrien tasting her, suckling her nipples in time with each thrust of his finger. And then he plunged a second digit into her, causing Marinette to throw back her head as the intensity drove her higher.

Time was lost to Marinette as she revelled in the sensations Adrien evoked with his masterful attention. It seemed almost unreal to think that he'd only ever done such things with her and that he'd become such a great lover so quickly. But then the man was a thorough studier of everything he undertook. But all thoughts fled her mind when he thumbed her clit, lifting her to the stars as her body shuddered with pleasure at her climax.

She thought they were finished but she was wrong. Adrien shucked off the remainder of his clothing, wrapped her in his arms then slid down from the benchtop, keeping Marinette firmly in his grasp. He deposited her on the dining table instead, giving her a cheeky wink as he went back for the whipped cream.

"What are you planning?" she asked with interest.

Adrien sauntered over to her, clearly unabashed by his own nudity. "Oh, that's for me to know and you to find out." Those blonde eyebrows wiggled as a cheeky grin spread across his face.

Sitting on the table's edge, Marinette watched Adrien as he caught her left ankle, knocked off her shoe and propped her heel against his shoulder. Nimble fingers released the garter straps holding on her stocking. Both hands took their time peeling the black sheer fabric from her leg. The whole while, Adrien darted his attention between his task and the face of his partner. Giving a final tug, he unsheathed her leg and dropped the stocking to the floor.

With a sly glance at her, he popped the lid off the whipped cream and squirted a steady line of the substance along her shin to her knee. Without hurry, Adrien put the can down and perused her leg before giving her a sultry look. Cradling her calf with one hand and the other under her knee, Adrien opened his mouth and slowly licked the cream from her skin. Each lap of his tongue made her quiver as he savoured ever last dollop. Then the model lifted his head, studying her seductively with green eyes full of promise while he licked his lips with relish.

"Mm, so yummy." He practically purred.

Marinette's heart was pounding hard while anticipating his next move. Keeping hold of the underside of her knee, Adrien reached for the whipped cream again. This time he shifted her knee to turn her leg outward so the cream didn't slide from her skin as he applied it. The coolness of the substance reached all the way to the edge of her underwear and Marinette found her breaths growing short and hurried.

Green eyes glanced at her with a shimmer of pride as Adrien lowered his mouth to her skin. This time his ministrations were slower, more deliberate in the crisscrossing path his tongue made as he devoured the cream on her leg. The touch of his breath on her moist skin was strangely intoxicating and she opened her thighs further as he grew closer to her torso.

Pausing at the lace barrier, Adrien lifted his eyes to hers. "Wanting something?" he asked with a teasing coyness as he glanced at her splayed legs.

The heat of a blush stole across her cheeks. Damn, seeing this sexual prowess in the guise of Adrien instead of Chat Noir was unbelievably hot yet to some extent unnerving. While Marinette wanted to verbalise what she wanted him to do, some tiny inward part of her still expected that this was just her overactive imagination. Months of sexual escapades with Chat Noir was one thing but she was still getting her head around the fact that it was Adrien Agreste doing unspeakable things to her body.

Adrien rose up from his position, stepping into her bracketing legs while placing his hands either side of her on the table. His expression had turned serious. "Marinette? Is something wrong?"

"No," she said fervently as she shook her head, dropping her gaze from his. "Please keep going."

The soft pads of Adrien's fingertips settled under her chin, gently lifting her head. "Look at me."

Damn, the coarseness of his voice could evoke the most sensual responses from her. Marinette's belly coiled in anticipation at his plea. Blue eyes met green and she wanted to groan at the absolute pleasure it was in looking at him when he was gazing at her like that. Like she was the most precious thing in his life and he would do anything to be in her good graces. How the hell had she dismissed that look from Chat Noir for so many years?

The thought fell from her lips, "How could I have been so blind?"

Shock had Adrien's eyes widening. "What do you mean?"

Sinking her hands into his hair, Marinette tousled it and grinned as it settled into the disarrayed mop she was so familiar with. Cocking her head to admire him, she couldn't help but chuckle at the oddness of him looking like that without his mask on. "My kitty, my love."

The arrogant sassiness she associated with her partner quickly settled into Adrien's echoing smirk. "Hmm, yes, how could you be so blind?"

Marinette gave him a playful nudge to his bicep with her fist. "You said it was the hair and the eyes."

"True, I did." He nodded while tapping his lips with one finger. Then he arched a single eyebrow in question, "So, um, should I continue or is there something you want to talk about?"

Trailing her hands from his hair to his face, her thumbs sitting at his earlobes as her nails gently scraped his scalp, Marinette answered him. "Right now, I need your mouth on my skin." Swallowing hard, she added something she'd only ever dreamed of saying to him. "Make love to me, Adrien."

A devilish grin spread across the model's face. "What my lady wants, she gets." As he said it, Adrien undid the garter clips on her right leg and got to work repeating his earlier ministrations. His hot tongue blazed a trail up her leg as he licked the cream from her skin. His teeth teasing her inner thighs with a light grazing as he neared her exposed pussy. When he exhaled close to her wet core she groaned.

"I need you inside of me."

"Do you now?" he smirked as he ghosted a finger along her folds.

Marinette's hips bucked at the contact. "Yes," she gasped.

Again, that finger teased her with a featherlight touch. "Should I use my fingers, tongue or…" he grabbed her right hand and cupped it around his now hard cock, "…this."

"Hmm," she murmured as if contemplating her options. "This," she said as she circled her thumb over the smooth head, grinning as she stroked his slit which resulted in him hissing through clenched teeth.

"Now or more foreplay?" The words were grunted as his features flinched as if he were trying to resist the pleasure her touch was currently bringing him.

Her grip tightened as Marinette eased him closer, rubbing the crown of his cock between her slick folds. "More foreplay?" she teased as his hands landed on her hips, his fingers digging into her sides.

Sweat beaded on Adrien's forehead and the muscles in his cheeks were taunt. "Okay," his eyebrows arrowed up in a mixture of pleasure and torment. "Although if you keep doing that I'm not going to last very long."

Angling her hips forward, Marinette sank the tip of his erection inside her. Adrien let out a groan that made her quiver in satisfaction. Releasing him, she laid herself back on the table and hooked her heels arounds his torso. Slowly she snaked her legs around his body, drawing him closer while taking him deeper inside her slick core.

Those fingers on her hips were biting into her skin until Adrien dropped his hands to the table, lowering his face and panting hard with his eyes closed. It was as if looking upon her would be too much for him in the current circumstance.

Digging her heels into the small of his back, Marinette let out a moan as he filled her to the hilt. Green eyes snapped open in response to her keening and the subtle undulating of her hips. To tease him, Marinette snagged the lace covering her breasts and dragged the fabric under her straining nipples for his viewing.

"I'm supposed to be making you get off this time," he rumbled as he began rocking his pelvis in time with hers. "You're making it awfully difficult for me to be restrained."

"Knowing that I turn you on is practically an aphrodisiac for me."

A tortured growl escaped Adrien. "It's the same for me. Dammit woman, I need to make you come first!"

To her surprise, the model snatched up the whipped cream with steely determination in his eyes. Before she could process what he was doing, she found her nipples coated in neat spirals of the cool cream. Then Adrien was leaning over her, sucking and licking her left breast in a frenzy as his fingers found her clit at the same time.

A strangled gasp escaped Marinette at the sensory overload. Adrien sucked her nipple into his mouth and grazed his teeth over her sensitive skin before releasing her with a light pop. His fingers continued to work her in time with his thrusting and she threw her head back as he started onto her second nipple.

The pounding of his cock increased in speed at the tightening grip of Marinette's thighs around his torso. There was no doubt that Marinette was going to find her peak this time, Adrien was a man on a mission. In the moment he finished devouring the remaining cream and drew her nipple into his mouth, Marinette let out a scream of pleasure, arching her back from the dining table as her inner walls spasmed around Adrien's cock.

Opening her eyes from their brief respite, the dark-haired vixen peered up at her partner in appreciated and almost laughed when she saw how utterly smug he looked. But that look faded in the grip of ecstasy as Adrien found his own release, crying out her name with complete reverence. Marinette watched as his whole body stiffened, his thrusting decreased to sharp short pumps as if he were trying to be as deep inside her as possible as he filled her with his cum.

Reaching up, she cupped his cheek and stroked the faint stubble affectionately with her thumb. "I love you."

The coiled tension in Adrien's body vanished as he sagged happily against her hand, lacing his own fingers through hers against his cheek. "I love you too." He let out a blissful sigh, "And I love that outfit."

Marinette sniggered and rolled her eyes as she grinned. "Of course you do."

"Hey, I've never had a girl wear lingerie for me before. It's pawesome."

"Good grief, a cat pun now?"

The blonde shrugged. "I'm your kitty and your love. Plus, I was just worshipping your pussy."

"Oh shut up, Adrien!"

"Too far?" he said with innocence belied by his twinkling eyes.

"Why do I put up with you?" she asked with feigned annoyance.

"Because I'm irresistible and make you come. Give me ten minutes and I can do it again."

Shaking her head, Marinette couldn't hold back her snigger. "Irresistible, huh? How about insatiable."

"That too," he grinned, wrapping her in his arms and picking her up again. "But right now, I think we both need a shower and some sleep."

"Sounds like a plan."

Since the declaration of their love to one another, Marinette had come to notice that there was rarely a night which they weren't sleeping together. Not just sex but actually sleeping side by side. Perhaps it was because of Adrien's love-starved childhood but the man seemed loathed to be without her. Each morning when she woke she'd find Adrien's body in contact with hers in some fashion or other. Be it a hand on her thigh, his ankle hooked over hers or full-body spooning.

This distinct affection was starting to spill over to their alter egos. Time and again Ladybug had to remind Chat Noir that he needed to act as they would have prior to their romantic relationship. That he couldn't go all macho protective when they would normally stand together and fight alongside each other.

To make matters worse, Alya had managed to snag a photo of the superheroes nose to nose and it was clear that they were not having an argument. Marinette stared at the image on her phone, of Chat Noir towering over Ladybug with his head dipped and his eyes firmly focussed on her lips. While this wasn't the first shot of Chat Noir gazing at his lady in such a way, it was the first one where Ladybug wasn't pushing him away or was under the influence of an akuma.

The Ladyblog was running wild with speculation and it was gossip Ladybug needed to bop on the head. This was especially important because she was coming up to the 12 week mark which meant Adrien would be attending the ultrasound with her. While there was nothing obvious tying their alter egos to their normal personas, Marinette continued to fret. What if Hawkmoth managed to put the pieces together? She had no doubt that Adrien's presence at her ultrasound would draw attention.

But what made it worse was the fact that they were yet to tell their families and friends of their impending parenthood. Gabriel had managed to find a spot in his schedule for dinner but it wasn't for another couple of weeks. Marinette had hoped to connect with the famous designer prior to the ultrasound. She could vividly imagine his disdain at learning the truth via the press. Already she could visualise the type of scandalous headlines they'd run: 'Pregnant with supermodel's baby, scheming gold-digger or true love?' She shuddered at the thought.

Adrien stirred at her side, opening his sleepy eyes as he propped himself up on an elbow to peer over at her. "Bad dream?"

Placing her phone on the bedside table, Marinette took a moment to take in her partner's dishevelled appearance. His blonde hair flat on one side where he'd been lying against his pillow, the other side more like his electric Chat Noir mop. The concern lining his features was utterly adorable and she couldn't resist rolling over to face him while placing a hand on his bare chest. With a sigh, Marinette tucked herself in against him. "I keep worrying about, well, everything."

A rumbling chuckle sounded from the model. "When are you not worrying about something?"

Leaning back, Marinette shot him a dirty look which only made him laugh harder. But he eased off at the grim expression on her face. "I was only trying to lighten the mood. You worry too much."

"And you don't worry enough."

Having gone over this particular subject numerous times, Adrien reminded her. "People will think what they want to think. You can't change that. What's important is that we know the truth."

"What about our families and friends?"

Adrien lifted his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I'm ready to tell them when you are."

"It's your father who scares me the most," Marinette admitted with a wince.

"My father scares everyone. To be honest, I think it'd be best to tell your parents first. At least their reactions are more likely to be favourable."

Marinette nodded slowly. "What about Alya and Nino?"

A lopsided grin spread across Adrien's face. "From what Nino's said, Alya already believes we're hiding something. She thinks you're avoiding her."

"I kind of have been but I've also had my attention continually stolen away by my demanding boyfriend's needs."

"Oh really?" He grinned as he threw his leg over hers. "I'm the demanding one?"

"Yes," she smirked while lifting her chin defiantly, as if challenging him to state otherwise.

"So, if I rolled out of bed, got dressed and went home right now you'd be purrfectly okay with that?"

"Totally," she bluffed.

The pair stared each other down until Adrien turned and got out of bed. Marinette was temporarily distracted by the strong plains of his back and the curve of his magnificent ass. That was until he pulled on his underwear and jeans.

Without hesitation, Marinette leapt forward, hooking her hands in his beltloops at his sides and tugged hard. Not expecting an attack, Adrien lost his footing and tumbled backward. He landed half against the mattress and half against her. Never had she seen her partner roll off her with such haste.

"Marinette!" he choked out in pure panic, "Are you alright?" His hand was at her belly while concern was carved into his face.

"I'm fine," she reassured him as she rubbed her shoulder. "But remind me not to do that again."

He gave her a scathing look. "I'm a lot heavier than you. You better not do that again."

Raising her hands in surrender, Marinette gave him an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry, I won't."

Adrien's response was interrupted by the ring of Marinette's phone. He reached for it before she could and answered it. "Alya, how are you?" Then he merely laughed when his girlfriend threw him a death glare from the bed. "Yes, she's here and keen for a catch up." He jumped back to avoid Marinette's lurch forward to grab him. "This afternoon? Yes, that sounds great. We'd love to meet up with you guys. Sure. See you then."

As soon as he hung up, Adrien tossed the phone to Marinette who caught it on reflex.

"Plagg, claws out!" And then Chat Noir launched himself over Marinette's stunned form and out the door of her bedroom. "See you later, princess." He winked.

"Chat Noir," she called.

"Yes," he said popping his head back through the doorway.

"You suck."

My apologies for taking so long to get this chapter up, I just wasn't happy with that last part until now. Setting myself a 3,000 word count minimum per chapter for this story can be really challenging at times. Hopefully the next one comes more easily.

So how do you think the get together with Alya and Nino will go? Let me know in the box below. As always, thanks for reading and your patience. :)