"God, come on," Adrien grunted. "Fit."

His tongue stuck out a bit as he concentrated on his pants. The blond frowned as he jumped in place, tugging his jeans up. His thighs were a bit uncomfortable from how tight they were, but he pushed through anyway. Tucking in his stomach, he slowly zipped up his pants and buttoned them.

"Finally," he sighed, looking towards a pile of discarded shorts, jeans and trousers. On one hand, it was really smart of Marinette to suggest they clean out their closets. There was a good amount of clothes that he no longer fit in, so it wouldn't be just hanging wasting space. On the other hand, there were a lot of pants he couldn't wear anymore.

Heck, even the pants he was wearing now he wanted to toss in the pile. His stomach muscles relaxed and, yep, this one was also heading there. Adrien growled, popping open the button and quickly unzipping the pants as he fell backwards onto his bed. Although the loss of pressure on his stomach relieved him, he couldn't help but bring his hands to his face and groan into them.

The bedroom door nudged open as Marinette peaked in. "Adrien? You okay?"

"Just peachy," he drawled, giving his face a final rub before tucking one hand behind his head and resting the other on his stomach. He frowned at his abdomen before sighing. "I need to get some new pants. Like, a lot of them."

Marinette stepped fully into the room, eyes full of confusion, before spotting the pile of clothes. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

The room was silent as they stared at each other. Gone were the pigtails she had as a teen. Instead, her hair was cut short in a - in his honest opinion - cute style. Count in the fact that she stayed the same height, it only made her more attractive to him. Sure, he had grown taller since they have gotten together, but at the same time he also gained a bit of weight since then.

She approached him, gently sitting next to him on the bed. Her hand immediately went to his on his stomach, and he clutched her like a lifeline. "You do know that's okay if you have to go a size up, right?"

The soothing motion of her thumb on the back of his hand made his eyes water. "I know," he said, swallowing hard. "You mentioned that the last time we got rid of clothes."

"Well, it still holds true," she murmured, lifting his hand so she could kiss his wedding ring. Adrien's heart beat faster at the action, and he swore he loved her more every time she did that. "I didn't marry you because you had a model's body. I'm not that vain."

"Of course not!" he exclaimed. "It's just… It's hard to accept that my body isn't what everyone always expected of me for years, you know? And I know I'm not a model anymore, but it's just frustrating when nothing fits. Hell, I can't even wear these pants without wanting to take them off right away! I might have, like, two pairs of pants I can actually wear."

Marinette hummed, eyes tracing along his body with a critical look. He subconsciously shivered, shifting his legs. "You did gain a bit of weight on your thighs and abdomen," she noted. He made a face at that and she huffed. "I didn't mean that in a bad way. It's nice seeing you filled out."

"You mean, it's nice to be the only one with abs between the two of us," he joked, causing her to let out a sharp laugh.

"I'm being serious here," she scolded, her mouth twitching as she tried to hold back her smile.

"So am I. Who knew that eating so many pastries my lovely wife would make just for me, made me fat?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Adrien, you are not fat." He merely shrugged and she rolled her eyes. "Okay, but even if you were fat - which you are not, don't fight with me on this - I would still want to be with you."

"Really?" he asked, a bit breathless.

"Of course! In fact," she drew off, standing briefly to tug on his pants. His hips lifted to allow her to drag the denim down his legs and onto the floor. His cock twitched in his boxers as she removed her own jeans and climbed onto his lap. "Let me show you how much I adore your body, no matter the size."

Giving his hand one last kiss, she leaned forward to pin his arm above his head, tapping his wrist with a finger. Understanding what she meant, Adrien let his arm lay limp on the bed as her fingers sunk into his hair. A gentle purr began in his chest as she scratched the area where his leather ears would've been if he was Chat Noir. The tension in his body slowly melted away, and Marinette leaned forward to press her lips against his.

The two hummed into the kiss, and Marinette's hands trailed down the side of his face, his neck and shoulders. He felt her lips turn up in a smile as her fingers lightly traced over the sleeves of his shirt until she met his skin. He whined as she gave an experimental grind of her hips, their lips separating with a smack.

"I could probably list every single thing I love about your body, but I doubt you'll last that long to hear all of them," she huffed, a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh, really?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow as his hips lifted to grind back into her. "Try me."

Marinette inhaled, staying silent for a moment as they rocked together. Her brow furrowed as she squeezed his biceps before moving her hands on his chest to steady her. "You know, if I wasn't on a mission right now, you would be using your mouth in a more productive way."

"Maybe next time?"

"Perhaps." The look she sent him made Adrien shiver with excitement. Oh, he would definitely be eating her out next time. "I suppose I could share a few of my favorite things about your body." Her thumb ran across his clothed nipple, and he stifled a moan as his chest erupted into purrs. "I love your chest. I love the way that when we hug, your heart is right next to my ear so I can hear it beat. And I know it's because of the cat miraculous, but I also love the sound your chest makes when you purr, just like this. It lets me know you're happy and content."

Her hands left his chest and she tugged his shirt up to show his stomach. His purrs grew quieter at that, and he couldn't help but flush in mild embarrassment as she looked at it. Instead of the harsh look he sent it minutes before, her eyes were full of love as she caressed his tummy.

"And this," she whispered, "this just shows that you're healthy. I remember that you told me you were on a diet for so many years because you were modeling. Your face when I offered you extra pastries when we first started dating made me almost cry from how amazed you were that you could eat more. And then when you stopped modeling, well," she gave him a smirk, "I couldn't stop myself from making more food for you."

Her nails scratched his stomach and he let out a small moan. "So you are the reason I can't fit into my pants."

She shrugged. "Guilty. But you look so much more alive now that you aren't skin and bones. I can always make you some more pants, I just can't allow you to waste away and starve."

"My savior," he joked.

He brought a hand down to run across her outer thigh, and she gave him a sharp look. Adrien paused, letting his hand rest on her leg as she lifted herself up a bit. With some help from him, she shimmied his boxers down so his hardened cock sprung free. Marinette licked her lips as she pushed aside her panties and sank down on him.

The couple groaned as he entered her. His hips gave a startled jerk from how warm and tight she was, and she closed her eyes from the sensation of being stretched. "God, and your cock," she moaned, trembling hands returning to his stomach for stability as she lifted her hips and sunk down again.

Adrien let out a breathless laugh as she rode him. With half lidded eyes, he watched as the love of his life used him for her own pleasure. He knew that she wanted him to feel good about his body, but fuck if he didn't find her still aroused from him with his extra weight a good morale booster.

With her eyes still closed, he snuck his hand up to her front, pushing aside more of the panties to flick his thumb against her clit. She jumped, cursing as her inner muscles trembled from the added pleasure. The way she hissed his name next made him realize that she was close, and he dug his heels into the carpet to give a few sharp thrusts. Her walls contracted as she came, squeezing him until he released inside her with a yell.

Marinette shook above him as she came down from her high, and Adrien gave a few lazy thrusts before he stalled and removed his thumb from her clit. Their chests heaved as they calmed down, his rumbling with a loud purr that almost echoed in the room. Whenever her legs felt solid enough, she lifted herself up, causing his soft cock to slip out and a dribble of cum to soak her panties. She flopped on the bed next to him, sighing.

"You want to know what I love more than your dick?" she asked as he rolled over to hug her to him. He gave a grunt as a reply and she continued, tapping over his heart with a finger. "You."

His heart burst at that and he nuzzled his face in her hair. "I love you, too, My Lady."