As per the blurb this is aged up erotica, adults doing adult things with the author lacking any real motivation to write much plot. That said, there will be more than one chapter because frankly we need the awkward morning after. So if you're under age or not into this sort of thing, turn back now. As for the rest of you, enjoy!

Chapter One

With deliberate slowness, Marinette eased Adrien's fly open as quietly as possible. Damn, she couldn't believe she was doing this. Fucking Alya and her stupid dares. Well, Lila inspiring Alya with said dare. Scrunching her eyelids closed for a moment, the budding designer inhaled through her clenched teeth and slipped her hand gradually into the model's jeans.

Glancing up she noticed that Adrien hadn't stirred, still passed out after too many drinks. With the steady encouragement of their old school friends, Marinette had played human crutch to Adrien as she and Nino had deposited the model into the latter's spare bedroom. It was then that Alya had suggested that they locked the place up, as she took Nino back to their shared unit so that Marinette could have her wicked way with Adrien.

This was such a bad idea. She wasn't exactly sober herself but this screamed of embarrassment given that Adrien still saw her as just a fucking friend. Well this might make that title literal and she silently chuckled at her own joke. But then her teeth were digging into her bottom lip as her fingers found the cotton of his briefs and the curve of his cock. Or at least she assumed that was what she was touching. Marinette didn't really have any experience in touching that particular area of the male anatomy.

Searching to identify if she was correct, the budding designer smoothed her fingers along the lump she'd found and she squeaked in surprise when said lump began to pulse. "Is that meant to happen?" she whispered to herself. Adrien's head lolled to the side and his knees opened wider in apparent invitation.

Biting harder into her lip, Marinette found the elastic at the top of his briefs and slid her hand underneath. The warmth of his skin was electric and then she brushed the coarse hairs that led down to the fascinating appendage below. But her fingers didn't need to travel far. He was there alright, and as her fingers smoothed along his length she felt the thing throb and grow. Were dicks meant to do this? She really wasn't sure.

Yet as her fingers continued their gentle exploration, the flaccidity of Adrien's cock lessened and he became firmer and bigger. Longer in particular. Now she held his girth, sliding her hand slowly up and down his length as he widened his legs and let out a low groan. But as her thumb circled up to his tip she was surprised to find him wet. Again, she was confused. For a frantic moment she wondered if he'd started to pee and tried to pull her hand from his pants only to have her wrist snagged in an iron grip.

"Don't stop," came the guttural rasp from the owner of said penis.

Marinette's entire body tensed up as she realised that Adrien was now conscious. His eyes were half shuttered by his lids as he looked at her with pure lust. It was dark in the bedroom with only the moonlight and streetlights below shining faint illumination through the slightly parted curtains. Did he recognise who it was touching him?

"Adri-"

"Please," he begged, "I want this. Touch me."

Damn, how could she possibly argue with that? "But you're w-wet."

The corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. "Of course, you've got me excited."

That had her forehead furrowing. "You mean you're supposed to be like this?"

"Yes," he practically purred.

Swallowing back her nervousness, Marinette eased her fingers back to where they'd previously been located and when her thumb encircled his broad head she took note of his moisture there, how it was thicker than water more like the consistency of her own womanly juices when aroused. Yes, she had touched herself before. Typically feeling guilty afterward for doing so. But why was it considered normal for guys to get themselves off as teenagers yet it was still seen as taboo for girls?

Shaking that thought from her mind, Marinette continued to slick the precum around Adrien's tip as he moaned his approval while tightening his hold on her wrist. "Oh…fuck…more…"

Wrapping her hand around his bulbous head, she began to squeeze him gently while twisting and pushing the palm of her hand against his increasing excitement. The natural lubrication seemed to intensify his pleasure as she gripped him, pumping her hand up and down his length.

"Oh yes, oh fuck yes!"

Blue eyes widened, Adrien hardly ever swore so to hear him like this was quite the new experience for Marinette. His larger hand suddenly covered hers as he showed her how he wanted to be stroked, their combined motions growing faster and his moans became more urgent as they worked together.

But then his hand stilled their movements unexpectedly. Green eyes locked on blue. "Wait, this isn't fair on you. I'm getting off and you're not."

"You don't, I mean it's okay."

Adrien shook his blonde head then winced as he swayed a little. Apparently, he was still pretty tipsy. "It's not. It's not okay, we need to come together."

Marinette swallowed. "What are you suggesting?" Surely, he couldn't mean sex. Could he? She wasn't sure if she was ready for that. Although her very soggy underwear suggested otherwise.

"Take your panties off and I'll touch you while you touch me."

Heat burned her cheeks, yet some inner sex kitten had her doing just as he suggested. However, she did manage to tug her panties down while keeping her flowing skirt in place. Still, the feral look in those emerald eyes as he watched her made Marinette wish she'd shown him more. Toeing off her high heels, she kicked her panties free and laid next to Adrien on the bed as he rolled to his side, facing her.

The unexpected touch of his large hand on her thigh made her jump and he gently shushed her. "It's okay. Relax."

Marinette nodded as she tried to regulate her rapid breathing to something slower. But it was hopeless as her heart accelerated at his next words.

"Open your legs for me, beautiful."

Gulping, Marinette lifted her upper thigh, spreading her knees apart. The generous fabric of her skirt fell with gravity to her hips, exposing her most private place to her long-term crush. Adrien seem mesmerised and he lowered his hand, his fingers sliding through her dark curls and then lower.

But when the smooth skin of his fingertips found her slick pussy she couldn't hold back the groan of pleasure at his touch.

Adrien's voice held utter astonishment. "You're very, very wet. Damn, I didn't know just how wet a girl could get. This is…this is all new to me too."

Shock lit Marinette's features. She had been certain that Adrien would no longer be a virgin, at eighteen he'd been a chick-magnet for years.

"You mean, you haven't?" she trailed off, not able to finish her question.

"No," he admitted sheepishly as his gaze dropped away with shyness.

To know this emboldened Marinette and she lowered her hand to cover his between her legs. "Please, touch me."

The echo of his previous words had him meeting her eyes once more as his fingers began exploring her aching flesh. Parting her folds to sink and delve, finding her yearning centre and slipping inside.

Marinette gasped and arched her back at the welcome intrusion. Draping her upper leg over his hip as her pelvis gyrated, needing more. "Oh yes, Adrien. Please."

Those fingers continued to stroke and thrust, gliding easily with how wet she was for him. With each caress there was a building pressure, some coiling need which was increasing as her hips rocked. Some part of her brain reminded her that she was meant to be getting him off too, and she was reaching into his pants when Adrien suddenly captured her mouth with his own, kissing her with the kind of fervour she'd only fantasised about. It was as if her brain short circuited as his lips hungrily devoured hers. Her hand merely held his erection instead of stroking it, all the while Adrien continued to pleasure her with his fingers and his mouth.

The sensation was so heady that she was barely aware of him rolling on top of her, of his free hand pushing his jeans down to his knees as he settled between her thighs. It was only as his fingers withdrew from her pussy that she keened into his mouth, whimpering for the loss of contact but then she felt something different, the smooth stroke of something larger gliding between her folds.

Marinette practically swallowed her own moan as Adrien's cock sank into her body, filling her in a way which was far more satisfying. The model released her mouth, pulling his face back from hers as he watched her intently in the darkness, sinking deeper until he was fully sheathed within her pussy.

Damn he felt amazing. She felt so full and strangely complete in that moment. Her hands lifted to cup Adrien's cheeks as she felt a well of happiness building within her. To the point that tears of joy pricked at her eyes.

And then he moved. Pulling back to thrust into her, eyes fixed on hers as his nostrils flared and his cheeks tightened with the raw masculine need to satisfy his woman. Marinette's hands trailed into his hair, gripping hard as his movements became faster and harder. That resolute concentration remained in his eyes as if he were determined to make this the most glorious moment in her life.

Gasps mixed with moans of ecstasy as their pleasure intensified. To the point that Marinette needed to kiss Adrien, as if he were as vital to her survival as breathing. Locking her fingers in his hair, she pulled his face down to hers, kissing him with ferocious passion as he pumped in and out of her body. The moment his tongue dipped into her mouth she was gone. An all-consuming jolt of pleasure had her inner walls clenching his cock as she reached her crescendo, screaming out his name as her lips broke from his momentarily.

But the contact of his mouth quickly returned as Adrien feverishly kissed her again as he growled at his own blissful release, filling her with his cum as he continued to thrust as though he wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as possible.

Some part of Marinette's mind vaguely registered that it was a damn good thing she was on the pill. Because this unexpected escapade had been pure impulse. She was panting hard as Adrien lay over her, leaning his weight on his forearms as his brow rested against hers. Marinette became aware that she'd snaked her legs around his waist at some point, clinging to Adrien's body as if it were a lifeline. Even now she was loathed to let go. But weariness combined with too much alcohol had the model slumping to lie on his side, his softening cock sliding from her body with the movement.

Yet the departing headiness of what they'd just done was being replaced with the desire to sleep and it was impossible to deny, especially while in the embrace of the man she loved. Soon enough the pair nodded off, curled up in each other.

And how do you think the pair will react in the morning? Who will wake up first? Who will have the bigger hangover?

Such suspense! XD

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