A little about this story :) It's non magical. The names of characters are the same from the show, but that's pretty much it. Characters aren't all the same age. No references to going to school together anywhere.
There weren't supposed to be chapters, it was meant to be one long story, but my fanfiction app was being dumb. So for ease of uploading, they have been split into chapters.
Very much a mature story!
Hope you all enjoy!
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Marinette dragged herself out of bed and pulled her pink silk robe around herself. As she belted it, she wandered over to the French doors in her room, throwing them open to the beautiful morning sun.
Taking a few steps outside, she closed her eyes and lifted her face to sun, and slowly ran her hands through her shoulder length, midnight blue hair. Bundling it on her head, and then slowly letting it fall.
It was such a beautiful day outside. And the sun felt so glorious. She wondered if anyone would notice if she just let her robe fall off right here.
Would people be able to see?? Did she really care?
Marinette was slim. Always had been. Probably a byproduct of her Chinese mother. She knew her body looked good. It was how she was in this place.
Her place now. Had been for just over a year now.
She had thought they lived in more advanced times, where men no longer kept mistresses, but she had been wrong. Not that she was a mistress in the usual sense. The man she was seeing was not married. But she was, absolutely, a secret.
Gabriel Agreste was world renowned fashion designer - and also a billionaire recluse. His son, Adrien, world renowned fashion model and playboy, not such a recluse. But no less a billionaire himself. And not just because of his daddy. Adrien was paid millions just to feature in other companies ads. He actually rarely ever modeled for his own father anymore. Which she wasnt certain if that was due to the small rift between the two or not.
Not that the public knew of any such rift.
They interacted for work, and work alone. No family dinners. No phone calls to. See how the other was doing. And certainly no holidays spent together. And that was all residing in the same house!
On Adrien's last birthday, he had recieved a card from Natalie, with his father's name inside. Written by Natalie. Adrien hadn't deigned to send anything at all for his father's.
And Christmas had been spent just the two of them. Natalie had once again given Adrien a card, signed with Gabriel's name. She hadn't even questioned where he spends his nights when he's not sleeping at the mansion. Perhaps, as long as Adrien wasn't in the tabloids over it, they didn't care.
Those were just some of the many things she was privy to, being Adrien Agreste's mistress. And she kept those secrets well. If she didn't, she would definately be out of a place to live. Not to mention all that came with it.
A housekeeper 2 days a week. Who also bought all the groceries for the house every week. If she ever wanted anything specific, there was a pad on the fridge for her to add to. A gardener once a week to take care of outside. From cutting the grass, to trimming the trees and hedges, and maintaining all the potted plants Marinette had spread about.
Her own car, to use however she pleased. Adrien had been so generous as to offer her a Jaguar, but that was a tad austentaious for her own tastes. Plus, the less she demanded, the more generous he was! Not that it was a ploy! After growing up with very little, she didn't need the best money could buy, she was simply pleased to have it.
Another great example of his extended generosity was, a spending account at all of the major clothing stores in Paris. In addition to a very generous monthly allowance. Which seemed a bit much. Not only did she not have to pay for her housing or utilities, food, car, or clothes, she still had that allowance. Even when she bought all those plants, the gardener had a charge account at the local nursery.
It was all still a bit surreal sometimes.
She, of course, had heard of Adrien Agreste growing up, but never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined the likes of him would be attracted to her. No matter how good she knew she looked.
She had spent a long time pulling herself out of the well of self pity she had fallen into when her parents had died when she was only 13. She had been taken into foster care then, where she had hopped from place to place for the first few years. Nobody had really wanted a child so old.
Until the last place. Master Fu had been very generous with her. A man of many talents, that one. He had taught Kung Fu, Taekwondo, was a physiotherapist - both new age, and old - and was a naturopath. But he had lived like a monk. And hadn't been into material possessions. So she had finished growing up with little.
But this also meant, Master Fu had no need of the money he was given for Fostering. So he had given it to Marinette. It hadn't been much, but it had been something. And she had used it wisely. She had first gone to him at 16. Old enough to get her own bank account, where she had deposited all the money she was given. And saved it.
The day she turned 18, it stopped. Even though she had 4 months left of school. So, She made due. She had plans, after all. Big plans.
She was going to put herself through university.
But that was super expensive. So when her money had started to run out, she had wandered around, looking for work.
And had wandered into Tikkis place.
It hadn't been the kind of job she'd been looking for, but what the hell?! Tikkis place was a high priced escort service. Men paid beautiful women to accompany them to high priced functions. Company charity events. Fashion shows. Some just wanted to go on a date.
It had been a reputable escort service, but some of the ladies had taken money on the side when their man of the evening wanted more than just an escort.
Marinette had started out being reputable. Her first 2 years, she followed the rules. And did extremely well. She had been very much sought after. Some of the other women would get miffed when they were only picked because Marinette had been busy on the requested night.
A few gentleman had even refused anyone else, and she had been made to do 2, sometimes 3 dates per day.
Which had made it hard to finish school. But the money! Oh God, the money had been amazing!
Then, one gentleman had offered her 2000 euros to take her to bed. That particular gentleman, Luka, had been requesting her services at least twice a Month. Ha had been a famous musician, and had attented alot of red carpet events, autograph sessions, movie premiers, and the like. And he requested her every time. And he paid generously as it was, every time he did. So for him to offer that much money on top of it all, she had been flabbergasted.
But she had accepted. What 21 year old wanted to still be a virgin? And he had only been 4 years older than her. Not like some of the others who were 10 years or more.
And he had been so sweet and gentle! She didn't think she could have asked for a more pleasant first time.
But that's all it had been. Pleasant.
The other ladies though had talked about mind-blowing sex. So good you craved it when they left.
She wanted to find that!
And that had been the start of something else for her. Accepting some offers of sex from the men she was paid to escort for money.
And thus had begun her ever vigilant sexual routine. She had gotten an IUD shortly after, for birth control. But it was also reputed to slow down her period. So, bonus! Less days she was affected by that. Then she might as well have taken out shares in condoms, because she stocked them in her bathroom by the case.
Just some extra assurances on top of the IUD, plus, protecting her from communicable diseases. And she had NEVER forgotten to use a condom. Not ever. She started going for proper yearly checkups, as well as being tested for said diseases every few months. Just because she used condoms, didn't mean she trusted them explicitly.
She wasn't stupid!
She had been at one such event, with a man who ended up ditching her half way through the event. It wasn't something she was unfamiliar with. It happened sometimes. Thats why they paid Tikki up front. So she got paid regardless.
So she had decided to enjoy the free bar and wander around some. It had been an art opening, and she just couldn't understand some of the concepts.
She had been standing in front of a huge floor to ceiling canvas, with what looked like poop and blood smeared and splattered all over the place. With a glass of expensive champagne in her hand, she had crossed her arms and tilted her head, trying to see what the artist had seen.
But it was hopeless.
"Does it just look like poop to you too?" a voice had whispered from behind her, close to her ear.
A tiny shiver had run down her back at his voice, but she had turned her head slightly to look at him, raising her brows questioningly.
"What nonsense. Dont you see the couple there, and the field of ladybugs twirling around them?" she asked, biting her tongue to keep from laughing at his grossed out expression.
She had been happy, in that moment, to have had so much experience keeping her emotions from shining through. If she wasn't, she would have likely ended up a stuttering, clumsy mess at said gorgeous, green eyed blondes feet. The clumsy hadn't fully gone away, so she silently thanked herself for having worn glittery ballet flats.
How else would she have gotten through THE Adrien Agreste walking up to talk to little old Marinette?!
"Ladybugs, you say," he suddenly spoke softly, so only she could hear. "Only if said ladybugs are on your bedroom wall. Because I see your gorgeous red dress on the bedroom floor, with you naked, riding me."
And then he smirked, his green eyes dancing while he gazed at her.
Ridiculous man.
She had scoffed, downing the last of her champagne from her glass, which had immediately been replaced by a passing waiter. Turning back to the man behind her, she had smiled slowly, watching his eyes track her lips as she took a sip from her glass.
"Must be some other girl your meant to find then. No ladybugs to be seen anywhere in my apartment."
"Hmm," he hummed in thought, and slowly ran his palm gently down her bare arm. His touch had made her tingle, and her arms pop out in goosebumps. She regretted the strapless dress then. Or wished she had grabbed a shawl. If his sexual appeal kept shooting up, he'd be able to tell what kind of effect he was having on her, since she had decided not to wear a bra under her dress, and her nipples were definately getting tingly from his touch.
"Perhaps that's true," he came closer, brushing her long straight hair over one shoulder so he could whisper in her ear. "But I haven't been able to keep my eyes off anybody else in this gallery this evening. And I wasnt jealous of anybody else's date when i saw you walk in with Monsieur Kurtzburg."
She raised a brow as one side of her lips curved up.
"Interesting... You even knew his name. That's quite impressive. Tell me, how are you acquainted with Nathaniel?"
"First name basis for you two, huh?!" his brow furrowed. "As far back as I can remember, you risked suffering his wrath if you didn't address him properly."
She gave a small hum.
"True." she took another sip before continuing. "But how many other people here can say they have been acquainted with Nathaniel's ... Ladybug room." she finished with a suggestive wink.
One perfectly sculpted blonde brow rose skeptically.
"And just what are you implying, my lady?"
"Oh, nothing." she smirked. "Just that, perhaps I know Nathaniel better than most here."
"You know he's gay, right?!"
She burst out laughing, and covered her mouth to keep it quiet.
"Oh Monsieur, what gossip have you heard?!" she gasped, trying to stop her peals of laughter.
"Apparently faulty ones."
The frown on his face just made him even more adorable. She quited down, and placed a hand lightly on his chest.
"God, that was the best joke I've heard all year." she stated breathily.
"It's only march."
His slightly miffed tone made her giggle more.
"And here I thought I was saving you from massive disappointment, in case you had ideas of Kurtzburg genuinely being interested in you. I shall shed my title of white knight now, and let you find your date then..."
He seemed to pause, almost like he was giving her time to correct him... If she wanted to. Perhaps he was fishing, then. Trying to gauge her interest in him?
"Nathaniel left already, " she stated. Giving him nothing, but something.
"And are you... taken?"he asked quietly.
" With this painting? Definately not. Why Nathaniel decided to showcase this artist, I have no idea. "
She could see his small eye roll. Good. If he wanted to know something, he'd have to ask outright.
She hated beating around the bush.
"Are you sleeping with Kurtzburg now?"
She sipped more champagne before answering. "Mmmm, no. It's been quite some time since I've had the pleasure."
"Are you enjoying this?" he demanded, his eyes suddenly serious.
She ran her hand slowly up his arm, from his wrist to his shoulder.
"Immensely."
"I happen to know, from a secret source," he moved closer to her, sliding a hand over her shoulder to run up the back of neck under her hair, "That Kurtzburg uses an escort service for events such as this. I always thought it was to hide the fact he was gay. But you've disproved that theory. "
"Indeed I have." she whispered, not letting him break eye contact with her. Which it didn't look like he was trying to.
"Are you employed by said escort service?" ahh, finally.
"Yeeesss.." she smiled up at him softly. Finally, he was asking the right questions, at least.
"So it means nothing to you that he left you here?"
"He pays up front. If he doesn't stick around, then it's just an easy night for me." she admitted.
"How much to terminate working at previously stated service?"
That drew her up short. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she drew back from him slowly. She saw when he noticed he had said something wrong, bc he moved both hands to grasp her shoulders, keeping her in place.
"What are you getting at here?" she demanded. "Why would I do that?"
He gently drew her back to him, even though she tried to resist without bringing attention to themselves in the crowded gallery.
"I said that badly, I know. But I have this... WANT," he said the last word harshly, "for you. From the minute you walked in the door. And despite waiting almost 2 hours to catch you alone, that didn't go away. And if you feel how I feel, even a little bit, then we should fix it." his eyes bore into hers, almost willing her to agree.
When she said nothing, he continued.
"But i dont share, ladybug. Sex or not. It's just me. So, how much to leave the service, and just be mine?"
"You don't even know me." she was shocked, definately. This wasn't how she saw her night going.
Leave her job?! Was he insane? He had no idea what she made at that place. Every date, men paid the agency 1000 euros. Marinette saw 40% from that. And she sometimes had 3 dates per day!
That was alot of money. Alot indeed!
"Monsieur Agreste, you don't know what your asking."
He seemed startled she knew his name. But really, he shouldn't have been. His face was everywhere!
"And I'm not about to quit my job on a whim. I have expenses. An apartment. You couldn't keep up with that." she stated truthfully. She hated to be so matter of fact, but this was her LIFE!
He had let go of her arms suddenly, and she almost stumbled.
"I understand." he whispered softly, almost like it hurt him to say it. He had taken a few steps back, and then whirled around, and was gone.
She had gone back to work, putting that incident from her mind. Until one day, as she was getting for a date, a charity lunch- if she remembered correctly- when she got a call from Tikki.
"Your days changed." she stated without preamble.
Marinette stopped applying her makeup suddenly.
"What do you mean?!" she demanded. "I had 3 dates today!"
"I know, and I'm sorry. Someone called in, asked how much for you for the whole day. And then tripled it."
Deep blue eyes rows rose to blend in with her hair, and she let out a slow whistle.
"9000 euros for the whole day?!" she confirmed.
"Yes."
"Well, I guess i can see why you switched it, yes. Though Luka won't be happy his evening with me is cancelled. You know he doesn't accept any of the other women."
She heard Tikki sigh over the line.
"I know. I informed him. He's going without."
"I'm sorry Tikki. I'm not sure who would demand me, and pay so much for just me!" she spoke honestly.
"He's a new client. Quite high profile. So it'll be very hush hush. He'll pick you up at the entrance to the part at the end of your block. I didnt tell him your address, just that it was a random meeting spot."
Marinette let out the breath she had unconsciously been holding.
"How did he decide on me specifically?" she wondered aloud.
"Said he saw you with Max Kante at the science awards last night. Asked around since he knew Mr Kante was single."
"Makes sense, i guess." but Marinette still Wondered, who could have seen her once, and been willing to pay so much?!
Her mind jumped to Adrien Agreste. But he hadn't been there last night.
"Alright, when do I meet him?"
"In 15 minutes, " she was informed.
With a yelp, she jumped up from her vanity seat and rushed to her closet.
"Why didn't you tell me that straight off?!" she demanded.
"Your original date was set for only 10 minutes after that, and i know how punctual you are. I assumed you were almost ready."
"Well sure, but still! I've been gabbing to you for 5 minutes!"
Tikki just chuckled and wished her luck before hanging up.
Marinette had really been worried for nothing. All she had to do was select a pair of black wedged sandals to compliment her knee length black flared skirt and pink silk blouse. Maybe it was a bit old school, but she loved the look and feel of how the skirt swayed with her when she walked, and twirled when she spun around. It reminded her of old style poodle skirts.
Grabbing a small pink handbag, she made sure her phone and wallet were inside, before stepping out of and locking her apartment.
As she made her way down the street to the meetup, she could already see a long limo waiting there.
She took her time, despite knowing they were there already. She had walked out the door not even 5 minutes after getting off the phone with Tikki. And the park was only half a block away. She had at least 7 minutes in order to be on time.
She slowly ran her hand along the short wire fence that bordered the park. As she neared the limo, the driver door opened, and a huge hulk of a man stepped out, and waited by the back door.
Clearly, whoever this man was, he had gotten more than just a passing glance last night.
Wordlessly, the back door was opened for her as she got within a few feet, and she seamlessly slid inside.
Only to come face to face with none other than Adrien Agreste.
Oh. So her hunch had been right.
He must have watched the news or something, to see her there with Max. Because she definately would have known if he had been present at that function!
"Good morning, Monsieur. Quite sneaky of you, I must say." she stated, letting it show that she was a bit miffed that he had maneuvered her this way.
He simply smirked, and informed the driver they could leave.
They travelled in silence for some minutes, before she couldn't stand it anymore.
"Where will we be going? Tikki never said."
He turned to her then, and reached across the space between them, taking her hand. Then he slid across the seat to be right next to her.
"I never said when i called. Your outfit is beautiful. You'll fit in just fine where we are headed."
She frowned, and glanced again out the window. Noted the residential area they had entered.
Odd.
Were they heading to his house? He knew the agency was reputable and that any extra activities weren't known by the agency, she hoped. Hopefully he hadn't just paid 9000 euros thinking that got him sex.
Because it definately didn't!
Finally, they pulled into a driveway, and one of the doors of a 2 car garage opened up allowing them inside.
She turned back to Adrien and raised a brow. "Your house?" she asked.
"Hmm, no. It's yours."
Her chin lifted so fast, she could have gotten whiplash.
"Come again?!"
"Well, if you want it." he had softened his voice as he spoke. She glanced wide eyed out the window at the interior of the garage, and tried to remember how the outside had looked.
"Your insane." she breathed unsteadily.
He inclined his head. "Perhaps. Only time will tell."
The side door opened from outside, and Adrien stepped out, reaching a hand in to help her.
From there he took her on a tour of the house. Plush furniture filled the space. No decorative touches of any kind. He said she would get to do that. All 3 stories. But the essentials were there.
The house was definately taller than it was wide. The main held a spacious kitchen and dining room, half bath, and living room. Second level held 2 bedrooms, a full bath and a sitting area with a rail that let you look down into the living room below. Huge arching windows tall enough to allow both floors to see outside let in all the natural light. And the third floor was all the master suite. Walk in closets, full size bath with a jacuzzi tub and shower big enough for 5 people. Spacious king size bed with a chaise at the foot, 2 armchairs and a short table between them. And double doors that opened onto a private balcony.
She walked to the doors of the balcony and threw them open, taking in the view. Far in the distance, you could see the Eiffel Tower. And most of the adjoining houses were only 2 stories. Meaning almost nobody would see if anything happened up here.
And she wanted it! So bad!
She hadn't wanted anything so bad since she was 13, and she wished for her parents back.
Oh, how she still wanted that more than this. She'd give anything for her maman and papa. But this was real life. And they had been gone over 10 years now.
She turned from the view, the sun streaming around her. She didn't know, that to Adrien, she had seemed like an angel. He hadn't told her that. Not for many months would he. She looked at him, standing so casually in the center of the room, and she was once again confused.
"Why?" she asked him again.
With a shrug, he came to stand in front of her. "Why not?" he whispered back.
"Why me?" she demanded. And this time, she'd get a straight answer.
"I already told you. At the gallery. For over an hour, I couldn't stop looking at you. You were so beautiful. And then when I finally noticed you alone, I had to come talk to you. And it was so stimulating! How many beautiful women do you know, who haven't a single thought of their own in their head?! Or who are so headstrong, they don't need a man for anything? "
Marinette said nothing. Could say nothing. She couldn't refute his statement.
"So when someone draws you in like that, and even, days late, you can't stop thinking about them?!" he took a step back and spread his arms wide. "You get THIS. A half crazy man, willing to do anything to keep said lady."
With a nervous swallow, Marinette glanced around again, and brought one hand up to fiddle with the collar of her blouse.
"What, exactly, are you proposing?"
He grinned, like a child at Christmas, and grabbed her hand to pull her back to the main floor. He probably knew he had her. And he really did. How could she even think about saying no?!
She was worried about the bedroom aspect, truthfully. He didn't even know how she was in bed! And he was still willing to do all this?!
Adrien Agreste was insane!
Adrien pulled her into the dining room, where a stack of papers sat. Seating her, he then took a seat next to her, but pulled her to be seated sideways, so he could talk to her face.
"You were right," He started off. "About your outside expenses. Without knowing what they were, I couldn't know what amount to cover. You could lie about it, though that's not the impression I get from you. So, the easiest way is to start from scratch, and pay for everything." he waved his hand to punctuate what everything was.
"You quit at the agency. As I said, I don't share. And if you sneak around behind my back, this is all gone. Groceries are bought for you, grounds are taken care of for you, a car is taken care of for you, and I'll give you a sum for furnishing how you want. All those bills, and ones for the house, come to me. "
As he spoke, Marinette eyes had gotten bigger and bigger.
Holy shit. He was definately serious about this!
"I have charge accounts at a number of boutiques. Shop, and charge to it at your leisure. And on top of that, I'll give you a 4000 euro allowance per month, for anything else you want. Any questions?"
Any questions? Any QUESTIONS?!
He just throws that all out there, calm like, as if he's discussing the weather, and finishes with any questions?!
Well, she had a whole slew of them! How long would this last? What happened when he was tired of her? Has he done this before? Because he seemed scarily efficient about it all. What did he expect of her? Would he be living here too? Was she allowed to still see any friends she wanted? Granted, no escorting.
Well, best start with the most obvious.
"And what are you expecting from me? Specifically."
He grinned at her, and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
God! Was he 12?!
He must have seen the look on her face, for he laughed aloud, before taking her hands in his.
"Sex. I want to be welcomed into your bed whenever I want. Medical reasons not withstanding. Companionship. Friendship. Your not my maid, or my housekeeper. You don't need to wait on me. But this is - and i must stress this point- this is a secret. Not for public knowledge. So if I hear you went and talk to some tabloid... "
He made sweeping gesture at the house again. And she understood.
" Why the secrecy?"
He frowned at that. And looked down at their joined hands. It took him a few moments to answer.
"It's hard, always being in the public eye. People throw themselves at you all the time. Conniving women try and scheme their way into your pants. Plus, my father is... Difficult. He has this view on how I should be, and who I should be with. And as long as I appear to choose nobody, it's fine. But the minute I make a move one way or the other, it's either not good enough, or not advantageous enough, to be paired with the Agreste name."
"So then why all this? Why pay for all this for me? You could just get a secret girlfriend."
He gave a harsh bark of laughter. It echoed inside the mostly empty place.
"That's rich. And entirely naive. Nobody does anything for nothing anymore. I just got ahead of the game, that's all."
She pitied his view on life, but she did understand. She hadn't been a successful escort for nothing!
"Alright," she slowly stated, while lifting his chin so she could look him in the eyes. She noticed his pain. And she tried to soothe it as best she could.
Cupping his cheek, she leaned forward until her lips were just brushing his.
She heard his quick intake of breath, and saw his eyes darken from lime to forest green in seconds.
"Your terms are acceptable to me," she spoke sofly, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. "Care to seal the deal the old fashioned-"
He didn't wait for her to finish speaking before he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips to his in a glorious kiss. Heat spread like fire all over her skin, and she clamped a hand around his shirt front to make sure he didn't pull away.
How was it that this could be like jumping into an ice bath, but also like she was standing in the middle of a ring of fire?! His lips danced against her own, his tongue darting out to run along her lips until she opened for him, and let her own tongue join the dance. He slanted his head for better access, and she didn't disappoint.
HE didnt disappoint!
She understood now, what all the other women had meant. This was so far beyond just pleasant. She couldn't keep up, but she still wanted more!
She let his shirt out of her fist, and used both hands to pull his shirt out of his trousers, and ran her hands underneath, up his chest, and delighted in his small moan of delight.
He reached for her hips, and pulled her towards him until she was straddling his lap, and ran his hands all over her backside. Caressing her ass, he slid a hand up her spine, pulling her to him more firmly. Then his hips jerked up, grinding the bulge in his Crotch against her thin panties, making her moan into his mouth.
She hadn't felt like that ever before! All the men before, she had wondered if she was the problem. They all seemed to have had a great time, but she had just been ok. No earth shattering orgasms. Hell, sometimes no orgasms at all. But she had learnt to fake it. A man was paying her extra for sex, she was going to make sure he had a great time! Not make him feel inadequate because his over eager thrusting hadn't gotten the job done for her.
So she made appropriate noises. And put her kegal exercises into good use, clamping her pussy down on their dick so they thought she was cumming. And it had worked out well for her. She had just assumed, she was kind of a no go in bed.
Which was why she had been worried when Adrien did all this for her, without even knowing if she was any good. She didn't think that was going to be a problem thought.
Not as her pussy came alive at every stroke of his growing bulge. Not as his hands set little fires everywhere he touched. Now as she could feel her nipples tingling, begging to be touched and stroked.
She reached a hand between their bodies down to his pants, and quickly unbuckled his belt and drew down the zipper on his pants. He moaned into her mouth, and pulled her even tighter to him, as she stroked his hard cock through his underwear.
He felt big, but then, the underwear compressing everything could be deceptive. Not that it mattered. She'd had varying sizes, and they had all done the same thing.
She quickly bunched her skirt up around her waist, and moved her hand that had previously been stroking him to push her panties aside. He groaned at the loss. Until she released his cock from his underwear.
Lifting herself up slightly, she scooted forward, until his head brushed up against her clit. She broke the kiss and threw her head back with a loud moan of pleasure. He took the invitation and started kissing his way down her throat, running his tongue all over her skin like she was a Lollipop flavor that he couldn't get enough of.
Until she put her full weight down, and took all of him into her dripping wet warmth.
Both of them groaned then.
Marinette had never felt so good! Maybe it was the angle. Or the fact his penis was definately bigger than average. It didn't matter. She was so turned on, she was sure she could cum with just a few well angled thrusts!
Adrien grabbed onto her hips tighter, slid his butt down on the seat a few inches, and lifted her up, just to pull her back down hard on his cock.
"Oh my God, Adrien," she moaned, "Don't stop!" with that, she lifted herself up, and came crashing down to meet his upward thrusts.
She ran her hands down her chest, watching Adrien watch her, as she lifted her blouse up and over her head. She was left in a pink lace bra, that she quickly disposed of as well. As soon as they were free, Marinette cupped her own beasts, squeezing them hand, and pinched her own nipples.
Adrien, being right in line with her chest, got an eyeful of her touching herself. "I won't if you don't," he bit out breathlessly as he continued his frantic thrusting.
As he dipped his head forward, he pulled a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, making Marinette cry out as she came, that extra stimulation sending her over the edge. Just a few thrusts more and Adrien followed behind her.
Marinette melted against him, panting hard into his shoulder. He simply wrapped his arms around her back as he tried to calm his own uneven breaths.
"I guess that answers that." she finally whispered softly.
"What's that?"
"Whether we'd be any good together."
Adrien laughed, and squeezed her just a bit tighter for a few seconds.
"This was definately not how I pictured this going. But I won't complain."he agreed.
Pulling back, Marinette stood up on slightly shake legs. Adrien got up too, disappearing to the bathroom, and came back with a cloth to clean them both up.
Then Marinette remembered, she hadn't used a condom. Frowning, she thought back. It hadn't even been a blip on her radar in the moment. Odd. Was that what mind-blowing sex did to a woman as well? Inability to think rationally!?
Adrien seemed to notice then too. She heard him cough awkwardly.
"I - uh - hmm..." he seemed at a loss as to what to say! She kind of was too, but at least she could appease some of the problem.
"I have an IUD." She stated. "A form Of birth control." she clarified just in case.
At his loud sigh, she couldn't help but grin.
She finished fixing herself, and sat back in her chair. But Adrien apparently was having none of that. He resumed his seat, and immediately pulled her sideways onto his lap.
" I want you to be tested." she blurted out. He raised a brow at her. "For communicable diseases." she clarified. "I get tested every few months. I also never forget a condom. Well, i never have, until today." she finished with a blush.
He cupped her cheek, and pulled her down for a short kiss, before resting his forehead against hers.
"I'll get tested, though I won't have anything. It's been over a year since I've been with a woman."
She hummed in thought. Then, "well both get tested again. And then we won't need the condom." she stated firmly. "That's all I used it for anyway." she finished with a shrug.
"Sounds like a plan, my Lady."
"Marinette."
"Mmm, so she does have a name!"
Laughing, she wiggled a little in his lap. "What on earth does that mean? Didn't Tikki give you my name?!"
"No. I said I wanted who was with Max Kante the night before. She said you were booked all day. I told her I'd triple it if she cancelled it. I didn't realize you had 3 today. But it's no matter. After all this, what's a bit more. Your name never came up."
"Wait wait wait, back up." sitting a bit straighter in his lap, she looked around at the house. "Your telling me you got all of this in the last week?!"
He stared at her blankly, not fully understanding her.
With a huff, she clarified.
"The house. Furniture. Housekeeper. All this. You didn't have this before with other women?"
His eyebrow lifted and he smirked in amusement.
"I never wanted anybody else like I want you." He stated simply. "And actually, it's been 3 days. I spent the first 4 trying to forget you existed."
Then he started shuffling through his papers, making everything official. Getting her signature. Signing his.
He had laughed at her last name. Marinette Fu. Stated it didn't suit her at all. She had simply shrugged in response. She had been using it ever since she had been with Master Fu. It was just ingrained at this point.
Not that she forgot her real name. But in school, she had wanted to fit in. She had even called Master Fu dad. Until he died when she was 20.
Now in life, she still had nobody.
Well, ok, Now she had Adrien. But that was different.
That was like business. Really pleasurable business.
Adrien had hired a moving company to pack up all her belongings and move them here. She had moved in what she wanted, and stored the rest in the garage. She had no furniture, since all of it was in the apartment when she moved it. Just her clothes and accessories and hobbies she took with her. And she had hardly ever spent time at home, so it hadn't been decorated. Up until she turned 22, she had still been in university. And then after that, her job at the agency picked up, and then putting her schooling to work.
Which is how, at 25, Marinette came to be in this place. Standing on a balcony, in the morning sun, with nothing but silk covering her nakedness.
She wasn't sure where Adrien was today. She almost never knew when he would come round. In the evenings, he would just show up. If it was during the day, he usually gave her an hours notice.
Their system worked out well for them. Marinette was blissfully content, and she made sure to keep Adrien the same way.
He had said she didn't need to wait on him. And she didn't. Not really. But after a trying day, she'd run his a bath in the jacuzzi, climb in behind him and massage his shoulders and back. Until she started massaging a little lower down, and in front. Then they were lucky if they made it out of the water in time.
Or if he spent the night, she would hop in the shower with him in the morning, offering to wash his back for him. And not stop at his back. More often than not, she ended up on her knees, making sure she had gotten all the soap off his cock. Only, she would inspect it with her tongue. He was usually late leaving, on those days.
But he never complained. Not about being late to work. Not about her sometimes being needy and calling him over in the middle of the night. And not about her sometimes not being home in the middle of the day when he said he would come by. He would message with his hours notice, and she would try and wrap up what she was doing inside that hour. She could count on one hand how many times she didn't make it. And she had only ever made him wait a half hour at the longest.
She always made it up to him.
Deciding it wouldn't be a bad idea, she unbelted her robe and let it slide down her body and pool at her feet. And walked over to the lounger, leaneing back. She pulled a pair of sunglasses from the basket next to her seat, perching them on her nose.
And let her mind wander.
Adrien had been pretty stressed lately. He said it was just work, but she still worried. His father wanted him to find out what he could about some rival company, and either merge them, or squash the competition.
Which didnt surprise Mari at all! Gabriel was ruthless! And he worked poor Adrien hard, despite his son not even being a full Time employee of his. Most of Adrien's work was with other companies. Ads. Commercials. Magazine spreads. Pretty much anything that wasn't clothing.
He had been in a commercial for wine not too long ago. An add for watches before that. A car commercial. Mattresses. Perfume. Jewelry. Coffee makers.
And he recieved alot of free things from said work. Which meant, Marinette recieved lots of new things. After all, what was a male going to do with female jewelry, or perfume?
She had grown quite the collection in her time with Adrien. Despite being a teen with hardly any items in her possession, she was sure making up for it now! Not that she needed said things. Fu had taught her well in that regard. But she wouldn't shun them either. Certainly not when they came from Adrien, and he took so much pleasure out of her joy.
The only drawback of being with the same man for so long, was she genuinely cared for him. And not just in a friendly way. Like a girlfriend would care for her boyfriend.
Which in essence, they were. Just, nobody knew about her. Which hurt only a little.
Speaking of Adrien, she wondered what he was doing at that moment. Had he slept well? Was he still trying to track down the owner of that other company?
She pulled out her phone from the mess of her robe on the ground, intent on asking him just that.
Would that seem too clingy? Too obvious?
She didn't want to be one of those women to demand he pay attention to her!
She dropped her phone on her chest with a groan, letting her head roll to the side and covered her forehead with an arm.
She watched the sun bounce off her slightly tanned skin. And immediately knew what she should do.
Picking up her phone, she opened her message to Adrien, and selected the camera button. She crossed one leg over the other at the knee, and bent them upwards. Then she moved her arm from her forehead to just above her head.
Holding her phone up to try and capture all of herself, she took what she thought would be the best one, and hit capture.
Sunlight hit her legs and arm, bouncing the light off them. And shadows hid her center from him. Perfect.
Quickly, she typed in, "wish you were here." and hit send.
How long would it be before he could look?
She hoped it brightened his day. Or made his cock harden in say, the middle of a meeting.
She smirked. Just thinking about him getting hard was getting her excited!
She quickly dropped her hand to between her legs and rubbed her clit a bit, spreading her legs. Holding up the phone again, she made sure to capture her hand buried between her legs, and the devilish smile on her face, before hitting capture.
Then send.
A few minutes later, she got a drool face emoji back.
Adrien - princess, why do do this to me?!
Adrien - I fucking love it
Adrien - I'll be over at 1
Marinette - I was hoping you'd say that. I'll just prime my pump til you get here ;)