After struggling with a few situations of her own, Marinette wonders if the female orgasm is a myth.
Unbeta'd sorry for any grammatical errors
Sex therapy
It wasn't something Marinette was too keen on but she did have an open mind.
Orgasms weren't really the highlight of her life, but she did have a bit of a worry that it was impossible.
She didn't have sex often, probably one or two, but she did have difficulty reaching happy town.
Never in a million years did Marinette think that sex would be one of her vexatious issues.
It was a utter nuisance. It shouldn't have been an issue at all. She didn't understand why she cared about it so much.
Everyone was having sex.
Everyone was talking about how great it was.
Everyone was talking about how amazing they felt after an orgasm.
Or at least thats what it felt like.
It was either the men she had weren't doing it right, or there was a huge possibility that something was wrong with her.
Marinette made it a priority to not be jealous of her friends, but she was so envious of Alya.
Of course they shared everything together, so when Alya lost her virginity, Marinette was the first to hear about it. Marinette saw first hand how it brought them closer.
Not sparing the details, Marinette also learned about the experience all in itself.
She knew that Alya and Nino had reached such a peak it was mind boggling, and Marinette wanted that.
Perhaps it was the lack of connection.
Marinette lost her virginity to Luka, and she didn't regret it, but she didn't exactly find it to be mind boggling.
He was leaving for America, and they dated for quite some time. He was her first love that actually reciprocated her feelings.
Sure, she did have feelings for Adrien but there was nothing between them.
Of course after awhile, Luka came into the picture, and those feelings for Luka faded.
The first night she had slept with Luka, it was very awkward. He had to leave early in the morning, and Marinette was under enormous stress. She knew she couldnt take all night, there was no foreplay, and because Marinette truly loved him she allowed him to be the first guy ever to have her.
But there was no pleasure in it. There was no connection. Marinette felt like it was just something she had to get done so he could remember her before he left.
Surely it wasn't really necessary but even then she couldn't feel anything from him.
Overtime she questioned her love for Luka. Nothing did compare to her feelings for Adrien but it didn't matter. Adrien never loved her back.
Then there was Nathaniel.
He was a nice boy. Marinette enjoyed courting him for a little bit. Having already knowing the ropes, she wasn't too nervous or scared to get into sex when it came to him.
It wasn't Nathan's fault. He wasn't too experienced either, and it made the entire situation awkward.
There were times where his hip movements were so rigid and awkward that it hurt her.
There was a full and comfortable feeling, and Nathan would go from soft and pliable to grunting and pushing until his cock would brush up in places that felt like anything but pleasurable.
Marinette recalled herself having to stop midway through.
Aside from that, the connection she had with Nathan wasn't anything to boast about, and when she had asked him to go down, he attempted so with such trepidation and an awkward gawk it made her embarrassed for even asking.
So with such a guilty feeling inside of her she couldn't allow Nathan to go down on her. She didn't want to force him to do something he didn't want.
But his glances was enough to wash away any lust and desire from Marinette, but before the night was over he was humping her like a dog in heat. She figured she may as well get it over with.
So what if oral sex wasn't his thing.
It wasn't like she was blowing cocks left and right either, but she was curious.
The Lions Den sounded like a shady name for a sex rehab facility, and Marinette was so apprehensive about attending, she was almost tempted to just skip out on it.
Did she really need an orgasm that bad? Perhaps she could go the rest of her life enduring meaningless sex without any pleasure or connection until she dies.
A part of her worried that if she did find love, she didn't want to have that in the back of her mind.
If she faked an orgasm and he learned then it would possibly attack his self esteem and led to a whole slew of issues.
No.
She was going to attack it while she still can, and fix the issue before it could start anything else.
Her hand fell flat between her legs and she breathed out, finally giving up.
She just wasn't into it, and even though she felt warm enough to pleasure herself, the motion of fingering herself in the bath just wasn't doing it anymore.
She leaned back into the tub, her hands gripping the sides of it in anguish and she groaned.
The cold air scraped at her nipples in contrast to the warm water underneath her. She sat up, a small blush on her cheeks as she sighed.
She was hopless.
In the distance her blue eyes could spot the business card.
She bit her lip as she contemplated more of it.
The business was confidential, and Marinette doubt that she would know anyone that worked there.
She didn't even know how sex therapy worked, but it seemed like an embarassing thought.
Marinette did endless research on the facility. It generally had good reviews. She had read somewhere that the owner of the business was quite mysterious, but the staff had nothing but nice words to say about them.
It costs extra to see the top therapist and Marinette considered it, but she didn't have that kind of money either.
She was still an intern at Audrey Bourgeois' fashion business and flexible spending money was tight after everything else was paid.
Marinette decided to stick with what she had.
When she had called the night before she was told her therapist was Theo.
She knew of a Theo, and if it was the Theo she knew of, it sounded a bit hilarious.
She never saw him as the sex god type, but then again; Who was she to judge a book by its cover?
If it happened to be the Theo she knew of, it didn't seem to bother her too much. She didn't really talk to him much. She had only seen him here and there. If anything, if she found herself to be uncomfortable by anything she could always ask for another one.
Even so, everything was confidential.
The female dragged herself out of the bathtub, allowing her libido to die down.
The last thing she needed to happen was to be horny all night.
She wanted to sleep, she didn't want to spend her night touching herself failing to reach an orgasm each time.
The bluenette dried herself up and she dressed into her pyjamas. She climbed into bed, nuzzling into her pillows with a small yawn.
It was quite tempting. She wanted to slide her hands back into her underwear and try again.
Her thoughts began to scatter as Marinette even speculate that she was probably not thinking sexy enough.
What if she thought about some tan built blonde god like- model railing in on her or touching her.
Surely, that would help.
She groaned, turned over to her other side and just giving up.
She knew how it would end. What was the point?
She gripped on to her pillow with both hands and sighed.
She was going to the lion's den first thin in the morning.
She was hoping it would solve the vast majority of her issues regarding sex.
Day one;
It was quite warm out.
Not comfortably warm, but the 'back of your leg sweat sticks to the leather car seat' kind of hot.
Marinette decided to dress lightly. She wore her favourite collared, sleeveless blouse paired with her favourite demin high waisted shorts and her well known pink flats.
She settled a messy bun on top of her head and paced the waiting room nervously.
The area was clean. A nice carpet on the ground, smooth polished coffee table in the center along with cushioned seats, which Marinette couldn't sit still to enjoy them.
She tuned out the mouted tv on the wall, and instead began to fiddle with the hand sanitizer.
She palmed the pump of the sanitizer, rubbing the mixture between her palms briskly.
She bit her bottom lip, nearly jumping as Theo stepped into the door way of the waiting room.
"Ms. Dupain- Cheng?" He asked curiously.
Marinette breathed out. Even though she was the only one in the waiting room, she couldn't have felt anymore embarassed.
She hesitantly turned around to face him with a weak smile.
"Hey-" she breathed, walking over to him, with her purse clutched tightly to her side.
Theo smiled at her.
"Right this way-" he told her, turning around and walking down the narrow hallway.
Marinette wasn't sure if Theo truly didn't recognize her or if he was just acting professional.
Whatever it was, Marinette was grateful. She felt a little bit more at ease.
"So we pulled up your chart and our top therapist requested to see you instead." Theo informed, turning over briefly to look at the blunette.
Marinette paused her eyes widened.
She could almost feel her wallet quivering in her purse
"T-Top therapist?" She asked, holding her purse under her chin with a grimace.
"That sounds...nice but- I can't afford that" she looked up at Theo.
She was perfectly fine with just Theo.
He was nice, it seemed like he didn't know or recognize her and he was adorable! He was easy on the wallet! That was what she liked most! That was the deal breaker.
Theo simply chuckled and shook his head.
"He insists. Its on the house. You don't have to pay for this visit at all. On behalf of him, of course." He offered a warm smile to her.
Marinette furrowed her brow.
"Huh?" She was completely dumbfounded.
She knew she should have been happy or even flattered that she was gonna get a free trial, and at the best quality but she couldn't help but to be both curious and nervous.
She was a little bit suspicious that someone would go out of their way to talk to her, and that also worried her.
She couldn't tell if she was dealing with a creep who saw her photo and wanted to touch her, and teach her how to masturbate or if it was an old friend she knew that wanted to touch her and teach her how to masturbate
She didn't know which was worse.
It wasn't like she had any intention of asking her therapist to touch her, but she would have sure as hell liked him to tell her how she could touch herself.
A small blush crept on to her face as Theo led her to a room in the back.
It was nice and comfy.
In the center stood a nice smooth wooden table with a pleasantly comfortable sofa by the window.
A coffee table stood off towards the corner of the room with a shelf of books and a single chair.
Which Marinette thought was a little strange.
"He'll be right in." Theo informed, closing the door behind him.
Marinette took it upon herself to look around. Her fingers lightly danced over the spines of the book inside the book shelf and she looked down at the sofa
The cushions were a nice dark shade and for the most part had no leather on them whatsoever.
It was perfect.
If she ever got too nervous or sweaty, she wouldn't have to worry about her legs sticking to the seat.
She guided her fingertips across the window curtains.
"Marinette?" A voice emanated from behind her.
"Gah!" Marinette immediately spun around, her heart racing.
Her eyes widened, her hand fiddling with the buttons on her shirt.
"A-Adrien?" She breathed out nervously as Adrien stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He smiled at her, placing his laptop on the table at the corner of the room.
Was this her therapist?
Did she end up with Adrien as a sex therapist?
Since when was Adrien a sex therapist?!
"Its been awhile. I hope you don't mind. I took your chart." He sat down and opened his laptop.
Marinette shifted her weight. It had been awhile since she had seen him.
He had become a stranger to her.
Part of her wanted to feel at ease, but they had so much history together.
Marinette simply shrugged and wandered over back to the sofa. She sat down and smiled at him.
Her heart racing slightly.
"Yeah, it has been awhile..." she blushed. "It's great to see you again..." her voice trailed off as she allowed her eyes to gloss over him.
The years really did great to him.
His hair was still as silky and blonde as she remembered it. His skin was still and even tanned colored that contrasted with his vibrant green eyes.
Although she remembered him being a little skinny when they were younger.
He definitely had a lot more muscle definition. His shoulders were nice and toned, although he wore a dark V neck and a white blazer, she could see the tone in his forearms and even his chest through the shirt.
Marinette tried not to make it obvious that she was oggling, but she also couldn't help the way he'd run his thumb across his bottom lip.
The sight merely sent a shiver down her body. She looked away, struggling to grasp at the fact that she was sexually aroused by someone just by looking at them.
She breathed out, and tapped her knees.
"I'm new to this whole...therapy thing..." she shrugged, looking over to him. She felt a little sheepish but her legs were almost shot from pacing back and forth. She could barely feel her toes.
"You've never been in therapy before?" He asked, gazing up at her.
The girl sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.
"I mean, I know of Physical therapy and just psychological therapy. But I've never done any therapy regarding sex..."
Adrien scooted the lap top over to the side and folded his hands against the table.
"It's essentially the same. Like a mixture of both here..." he explained. "We talk about your sex habits, eventually get down to the root of the problem. Maybe a few physical demonstrations here and there. But we won't do anything you aren't comfortable with."
Marinette perked her brow.
Demonstrate?
Did that mean he was going to touch her? She bit her lip at the thought. She knew that wasn't what he meant but if it was, she certainly had no complaints.
"O-Oh..."she breathed. "Of course..." she began to rub her knees again, her toes still a bit numb.
"If you have any questions. Feel free to ask them. Thats why we are here."
Adrien assured, her brow furrowing as she began to rub her legs.
Marinette subtly nodded.
"Yes...questions..." she cleared her throat and looked over to him.
"Since when were you a sex therapist? I mean like...how did you even get into doing this?" She asked, tucking some hair behind her ear. "I thought you were into fashion and stuff like that..." she knew it was a bold question but he did a complete 180°.
It took her by surprise. She knew he was damn well sexy, and the fact that she was still attracted to him after these many years had to say for it.
Adrien chuckled, unfolding his hands as he leaned back into the seat. His approach to the question seemed a bit casual which helped but Marinette at ease.
Adrien listened to the sound of Marinette rubbing her legs. They were long and defined. She was athletic as he remembered. Though he never admitted it, he was very preoccupied with her. She had beautiful eyes, she was one of the nicest girls he had ever met. She was extremely clumsy, but that just made her even more cute.
He did gather that she was very awkward around him. He didn't understand why, but he had been so focused on Kagami at the time he neglected Marinette completely.
"Well, if this is my therapy session and would prefer to know more about me than to talk about your issue-" he teased. "Fine then..." he shrugged, looking up at the blunette who continued to rub her leg.
Marinette flashed him a cheeky grin. Her heart picked up the pace as he stood up and casually joined her on to the sofa.
"May I?" He asked, his hands reaching out towards the leg she was rubbing.
Marinette perked her brow. "Is this an excuse to touch my legs?" She giggled, carefully placing her leg on to his lap.
Adrien held up his hands briefly.
"I can assure you I'm not..." he chuckled before he placed his hand on her calf and began to massage her. "Your leg seems shot. I thought I could help out." He smiled, his gaze looking up at her
Marinette leaned into the couch, she knew it should have been awkward, but it wasn't. The two went way back, and simply the reunion was bittersweet.
"When I was in my first year of college... I met an older woman who used to show me the ropes..." Adrien began, his fingers gently kneading into her calf.
The blunette sighed as she tried not to make something so innocent into something so sinful.
"You mean a mentor?" Marinette asked, opening one eye to peek at him.
Adrien shrugged.
"Something like that..." he admitted. "We uhm...fooled around as you say. It wasn't initially a passion of mine. She told me she couldn't orgasm, but used to me do that." He looked up at her. "I guess it was my last name that attracted her. Everyone knew my face at the time. I was never really into modeling."
Marinette frowned, she didn't like the idea that someone used him for sex. She knew Adrien always turned negatives into positives, but Marinette couldn't help but to wonder if that violated his trust in some form. Marinette knew for a fact that if something like that happened to her, relationships would be a sham all in itself.
"Was she the first person you slept with?" Marinette asked. She knew the conversation was moving in too personal, but she couldn't help herself. They always talked about things when they were schoolmates.
It was her way of getting close to him, even as he looked away from her.
Adrien shook his head, his hands traveling up to her thigh. He gently pressed his fingertips to her thigh muscle, massaging it gently.
"No. My first time was with Kagami..."
Marinette inwardly groaned.
Kagami.
Marinette didn't hate the girl, but she didn't like her either. She brought her knuckle up to her teeth, gently biting it as she felt a little bit more warmer as his hands touched her upper thigh.
She remembered when he'd give her gentle massages back then, but none of them nearly drew as much arousal as this did for some reason.
"Mmm..." she hummed, her brow furrowing as she inwardly lectured herself.
This was just a method of using ones hand to stimulate blood flow to a limb. This was not meant to be anything dirty.
"What about you?" Adrien asked after a moment of silence. "Who was your first time?"
Marinette opened her eyes, nearly hesitating as she thought about it. She hadn't seen Luka in such a long time, she barely remembered what he looked like.
"It was with Luka..." she chuckled. Then she looked down at him. "I guess the situation was awkward enough, I let him finish but I struggled to finish."
Adrien looked up at her and nodded.
"When you mean 'finish' you mean orgasm? Have you ever experienced one before?" He asked, his fingers still massaging her thigh.
Marinette shrugged.
"I guess...I mean I've not experienced one yet..." she looked over to him. "I just know that when its finished I don't feel satisfied. Instead I feel like I'm frustrated and always longing for more..."
She was surprised at her own words. She never really expected for her to be so comfortable talking about this with him.
Adrien nodded.
"Its normal for most people to not experience an orgasm after their first time..."
Marinette chuckled.
"What's my excuse for the second? I dated someone else a few years after, didn't get one." She looked up at the ceiling.
A small blush crept on to her face as his hands went on to massage her other leg.
"So you've only had two sexual partners?" Adrien asked, his fingers traveling up her thigh. His fingertips gently reached the hem of her shorts, and he pulled back. He didn't want to get too carried away.
"Yeah... I ended up dating Nathan. I didn't reach an orgasm with him either..."
Adrien paused, furrowing his brow but didn't bring his attention away from her beautifully long leg.
"Ah, Nathan." He chuckled "I remembered he had a huge crush on you..."
He had to admit. It was weird seeing Marinette and his other classmates grasping at each other passionately during sex in his mind.
He had no idea why he had pictured it. He just did.
"Mhm, yeah..." she bit her lip, withholding a moan as his fingers pressed down on her upper thigh.
"Do...you think it could be an insecure issue? Is there something that makes you insecure during sex that prevents you from orgasming?" Adrien replied, his fingers dragging down to her calf once more.
Marinette hummed, bending her leg slightly.
"No. That's not it..." she blushed, still remembering Nathan's gawk when she had asked him to go down on her which quickly changed her mind.
"I...thought it could have been a connection issue..."
Adrien slowly placed her leg flat against his lap.
"A connection issue?" He asked, his green eyes capturing hers she as she opened hers.
Marinette paused, her heart racing as she felt warm. She got lost into his eyes, and the way he kept her gaze was unlike any other.
"Y-Yeah..." she murmured. "L-Like...perhaps there wasn't a deep connection with the person I'm sleeping with..." she gulped, her mouth feeling dry. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't.
Adrien hummed, his eyes slightly closing as he glanced down at her lips and then she looked away, finally breaking their gazes.
"So...you crave intimacy more than just sex." He concluded.
Marinette simply shrugged again, suddenly feeling embarassed. She pulled her legs off of his lap and she sat up straight.
Adrien watched her, his heart sinking as he could no longer feel her body heat.
" Marinette..." he uttered softly, his hand reaching out to lay on her shoulder.
Marinette bit her lip, even the touch of his hand immediately making her flame up.
She looked up at him curiously.
"Mm?" She mused, perking her brow.
Adrien appeared to hesitate, before he settled into a warm smile.
"I was hoping we can make an agreement. You know theres a no judgement policy. If we want to get to the bottom of this issue. You have to be completely open and honest. You have to tell me whats on your mind. Okay?"
Marinette looked down and then averted her gaze back to her knees once more.
"I-If you're uncomfortable with that...I won't be offended if you decide to change back Theo or to a new person." He assured quickly, once he witnessed her expression.
Marinette simply looked up.
"It was great seeing you again." She whispered as she stood up. She slung her purse over her shoulder.
"I guess I'll see you on my next appointment?" She giggled softly.
Adrien smiled up at her.
She really was cute.
On the way home, Marinette couldn't get images of him naked out of her head.
He just looked so fit, his eyes and smile was so warm. She truly remembered why she had coveted him mostly through high school. His good looks was just the icing on the cake. His personality, his kindness, his warmth...that was where its at.
Marinette plopped on to her bed, his voice ringing in her ears.
She sighed, lifting her hips to pull down her shorts.
She was wet.
There was no doubt about it. She cursed under her breath, closing her eyes as she snaked her hand down between her legs.
She pulled aside the crotch of her panties and swiftly separated her folds with swift swipe of her digits.
Her body trembled, her brow furrowing as she carefully dipped into the opening of her sex.
"A-Adrien-" she moaned out softly.
Perhaps there was hope after all.
Day two;
"Time is a bitch..."
Marinette murmured. She was laying upright on the sofa bed, her legs dangling from the back of it as he looked up at the ceiling. Sure, it wasn't comfortable or appropriate for the skirt she was wearing but she couldn't care less at the moment.
Her conversations with Adrien seemed more and more like normal therapy and catching up than it did for sex therapy.
She turned her head and looked at Adrien who nodded in agreement
"Stops for no one yet its equal to everyone..."
Adrien nodded turning his head to look at her.
"And what you've put off for so long ends up arriving sooner than you think..." he replied.
Marinette opened her eyes and she bit her lip.
They spent so much time apart, and now that they were together, they finally had time to catch up.
She felt so comfortable around him, and he still meant so much to her.
She casually placed her legs on to his lap and she fixed herself, placing her hands on to her stomach and looking up at him.
A small smile crept its way on to her face and she hummed, wiggling her toes.
Adrien smiled, placing his hands on to her shins casually.
Marinette relaxed, enjoying the sensation.
She quite enjoyed when he touched her.
"So...what did you do last night?" Adrien asked casually. His green eyes pulled away from the nice look of her legs straight to her face.
Marinette paused. She knew what she did the night before.
She masturbated.
She didn't do it often but after reuniting with Adrien, she uncovered such desires she never realized she had before.
A small blush coated her cheeks and Marinette simply shrugged.
"I- uhm. I did some laundry and then went to sleep." She fibbed, her blush carrying down her pale skin as she fiddled with her shirt.
The blonde furrowed his brow, immediately noticing the blush which gave her away.
He remembered how red she was when she was flustered and embarassed.
"Marinette..." he pressed. "You agreed to be open and honest when we are in this room. You're not going to break your promise, are you?"
Marinette gasped, giggling softly as she cupped both her cheeks.
"Oh, but I am being honest!" She teased. "I have no idea what you're talking about..." she continued, reaching down to play with her skirt.
Adrien pursed his lips, looking away and shaking her head.
"Really? Marinette Dupain- Cheng? The sweetest girl of all Paris? The girl who helped almost all of her friends? The sweet bakers daughter? Breaking her promise?" He sighed, his fingers drumming on to her legs.
"Sounds unlike you. That girl would NEVER break a promise...especially not with me..."
Marinette knew he was teasing, but she couldn't help but to think on his words over and over again.
She offered him a weak smile, throwing her skirt down against her skin with a sigh of defeat.
"Fine..." she murmured, her face growing red as she tried to word around the factor that she almost got off to images of him tending to her inside of her mind.
She trembled, her heart picking up the pace as Adrien dragged his fingers further up her legs as he leaned closer.
It was as if he was trying to tease her.
It just didn't seem fair.
Marinette pressed her lips together, gulping as she tried to gather her thoughts, trying not to focus on how his hands touched her.
"I...uhm...I had some urges and I took care of myself." She stated, trying to act as if it wasn't such a huge deal.
Never in a million years did she ever think she would ever be saying this to Adrien Agreste.
Adrien hummed, nodding his head as he brought his fingers back down to her knees.
"And...did you get there?" He asked, his eyes glancing down at her legs again.
Marinette snorted, shaking her head.
She often found herself reflecting back to her older nights. Often times it was hard to get the image of Nathan's horried face out of her head even though his mouth didn't go anywhere near her.
It butt into her sexual fantasy, and drained her libido faster than she could piss out a kidney stone
"No..." she finally admitted. "I guess I'm just meant for the kinky stuff" she teased, quickly diverting the subject before he began to ask questions.
"Simple sex and fellatio just can't do it for me."
Adrien chuckled, his eyes looking down at her once more.
"What are your thoughts on fallatio? Do you think its stimulating?" He asked.
Marinette immediately felt her heart drop. She went from avoiding one question and going into one she would have avoided at all costs
She cleared her throat, her brow furrowing as she suddenly remembered the incident between her and Nathan.
But she knew that if she didn't tell him, he was going to press and press and press until she eventually did.
"Uhm...I've never done it." She admitted, biting her lip. "Uhmm...the last person I asked... Nathan... he looked terrified." She chuckled, trying to make the most of the situation. She made it this far, there was no point in stopping. She was gonna open the can of beans and shamefully spill them.
"I think about it a lot. It made me feel embarassed for asking. So I often feel ashamed for touching myself or asking someone to go down on me. Which was totally fucked because he asked me to suck his dick a million times..." her voice trailed off as she realized she was just rambling.
Adrien patted her thigh and pursed his lips.
"I guess Oral isn't a forte for everyone. It doesn't necessarily mean that there's anything wrong with you. Not everyone is open minded or like to do it. Its a shame he didn't give it a try, but at least you didn't force him." Adrien looked at her with a warm smile.
Marinette hummed, letting his words sink in as she sat up and she scooted over to him. She leaned herself against his side, smiling as he casually slung his arm around her shoulders. She was comfortable where she was and Marinette was satisfied.
She got the sense that he understood, even the small stupid things always ate away at her. She was always like that, she never changed.
"What about you?" The blunette teased, poking his side obnoxiously.
Adrien chuckled, immediately cowering away from her.
"Ah, making this about me again?" He teased, placing his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
The blunette gasped under his arm. She blushed, attempting to remain composed from their close proximity.
"Well, since you're so curious..." Adrien laughed, leaning into her.
"Yeah. I have done it, and it's in my alley."
Marinette widened her eyes, her heart racing.
Immediately, her mind became flooded with fantasies of Adrien going down on her. She pressed her thighs together and she blushed deeply.
Marinette let the words slip in her mouth before she caught them.
"So you'd go down on me?"
The question caught Adrien off guard.
Marinette inwardly scolded herself almost immediately. But she couldn't let him see that.
She remained composed, ready to take the rejection and quickly brush it off as a joke.
"I don't go down on my clients..." Adrien responded promptly.
Marinette fell flacid. She expected it, she saw it coming, now it was time to move in with the joke.
"But-" Adrien interjected as Marinette began to breathe a response.
Marinette froze, her heart picking up the pace again as it appeared he was actually considering it.
"But for you, I would. If thats what you wanted." Adrien shrugged, and then he turned his head to glance at her.
Marinette looked up at him, her face completely flushed as she tried to grasp what he had just said.
She had been fantasizing about something like this for weeks, and recently she had only been picturing Adrien.
"A-Are you playing a trick on me?" She asked, her blue eyes looking into his green eyes.
Adrien smiled, his hand reached the hem of her skirt.
"No. I'm not." He replied blatantly. "I'd be more than happy to be your first."
Marinette couldn't believe what she was hearing, and part of her wanted to know how far he would take it if it was a joke.
A small smile crept on her face as she assumed that it was what it was.
It was a joke.
"Okay!" She exclaimed, leaning back down on the sofa and fiddling with her skirt.
"Then...I'm waiting." She closed her eyes. A small blush dusted her cheeks as she enjoyed playing around with him.
She moved her hips, her smile soon fading as his hands slid up her skirt and began to tug down her underwear.
She widened her eyes, her body freezing as he slid her underwear past the flats on her feet.
He wasn't joking.
He was really willing to do this.
Her heart pounded erratically in her chest as his hands cupped her thighs and shifted her legs apart.
The blunette looked at him, butterflies coming to life in her stomach as the blush painted his skin as well.
But then, as always she thought of Nathan. His horrified expression as if the spot between her legs was a horrible site to look at.
Of course Marinette always kept up with her waxing, especially during the summer. Though she wasnt completely bare, she was always well kept. She wandered if guys hated that.
"Wait!" Marinette breathed, immediately reaching down and cupping her nether regions with her hands to hide it.
"A-Are you sure? Don't do anything you're uncomfortable with!" She looked down at him, worrying that she was creating another horrible situation.
Adrien offered her a warm smile.
"I want to do this for you. Just relax, enjoy it. If we're lucky we can get you there..."
Marinette nearly screamed, she couldn't believe what was happening.
Was this all a dream?
"Can we move your hands now?" Adrien asked, reaching towards her hands.
The blunette closed her eyes, relaxing on the couch as she allowed Adrien to guide her hands away from her sex.
Adrien glanced down at her opening in awe. Her dark hair contrasted her pale skin from the top, and underneath he was blessed with the smooth petals of her sex.
His fingers lightly brushed against her clit, earning a gasp from the girl. Her legs trembling as he was touching her in the way she had imagined him touching her the night before.
She gasped, her eyes squeezing tightly as he parted her petals with his fingers, spreading her open and exposing her pink slit.
Her hips twitched slightly.
"I-Is it okay?" Marinette asked after a moment of silence.
Her mind immediately began to attack her. He was quiet.
Did he hate what he saw? Was she gross? Is he gonna change his mind?
"You're beautiful..." Adrien assured, his soft voice immediately breaking the negative train of thought.
Marinette breathed out, her breath quivering as she didn't quite know what to expect.
Thats when she felt his tongue lightly dip into her slit.
It felt different, his tongue was warm and wet.
Marinette remained still, her hands gripping on to her skirt as his tongue slid up the front of her sex.
"A-Adrien~" she whimpered, her legs quivering as his tongue flicked off her clit.
Adrien lightly pulled back, quickly leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her folds. His hands traveled up her thighs, keeping them apart.
Marinette relaxed, feeling him kiss her down below. She needed to keep herself composed and quiet. If she made too much noise, she could draw in attention and they could be caught.
Marinette gasped again, shoving her knuckle between her teeth as his tongue began to swipe between her folds. Adrien furrowed his brow, his lips latching on to her skin as he helped himself to long licks against her slit, making sure to circle his tongue around the sensitive nub towards the top.
Marinette opened her eyes, small whimpers escaping her lips as she spotted his blonde head nuzzled between her legs.
She tried to keep her hands occupied elsewhere, but the way he dragged his tongue up and down her pussy, it was becoming increasingly difficult.
"Fuck-" she whimpered. "A-Adrien..." she whispered, her eyes closing again as her hands naturally knotted in his hair.
His tongue figuratively licked away any last lingering doubt in her mind.
While Nathan didn't bother to touch her, here Adrien was giving into his own desire with gusto.
His tongue slid between her folds rapidly, gliding against her clit before it travelled downwards, licking her hole.
Marinette gasped, her hips immediately pushing up against his face.
Adrien complied, allowing her to take control.
"Adrien-" Marinette whimpered, her hips rolling against his face. "That's it- keep going..." she encouraged as his tongue attacked her clit. Adrien kept his mouth attached to her pussy, tasting and laving as much as he could.
He was really enjoying this.
"W-Why does it feel so good?" Marinette gasped, never realizing how pleasurable this was had her past partners gave her the chance.
Her fingers knotted in his hair, her body lifting higher and higher as something was coming to her.
This was it!
This was really it!
His lips tightened around her clit, suckling on it as his tongue circled the sensitive nub.
"A-Adrien..." she warned, as his tongue continued to slide through her folds, tasting and wetting her open slit. He even dragged his tongue across her pale folds before digging into her slit again.
Then it happened.
Marinette grew stiff as complete bliss washed over her. Her body trembled, her muscles quaking with stiffness as Marinette pressed her hips flush against his. Her hands knotted into his hair, forcing his face in between her legs.
Marinette teared up, her mind struggling to grasp what had just happened, even as she fell flacid against the sofa.
Her hands continued their grip in his hair a little while longer, as Adrien lapped up the juices that oozed from her hole.
Marinette finally let go of his hair, her body completely limp as she truly believed she caught her death.
Adrien cleaned her up, making sure none of her juices remained on her pussy as he pulled away.
She grinned, feeling satisfied that he was not only the first person who ate her out, but probably the first person to give her an orgasm.
"I think we found what works for you..." Adrien replied, tugging her skirt to cover her better. "I guess tomorrow will be an interesting session too..."
Marinette was too far gone, it was incredibly intense, and truly unlike anything she's ever had before
Marinette slammed the door to her apartment, and she lazily threw her purse on to her living room couch.
She was spent, her legs felt like jelly and she was almost sure she wa going to pass out.
She dragged her jelly legs to her room and plopped on the bed. She buried her face into the pillow. She furrowed her brow as she could still feel his tongue between her folds.
It was agonizing. Not even her own fingers could provide that kind of pleasure.
Touching herself now would be a complete waste.
And perhaps that wouldn't be an issue anymore.
Seeing as though their next session Adrien was going to help her masturbate, and Marinette hoped that she wouldn't need to touch herself.
Maybe he would be nice enough to do it for her.
Day three;
Marinette took the initiative.
She was sitting at the therapists table for once.
She glanced up at Adrien who sat on the sofa casually.
Marinette pursed her lips at what they had planned for the day. She didn't know how to go about it. Marinette wanted to pretend to be the therapist, and he the patient, but in the end Marinette knew he was going to be in control.
Marinette was quite surprised at how quickly their relationship progressed. She was worried that it would make things awkward between them, but Adrien acted as if this was normal. It was just a profession.
A profession.
Is that what all of this was?
Marinette tried not to let her overthinking kill her libido. A part of her wanted to enjoy the intimacy with Adrien, but she had an awful time trying to quiet the voice in the back of her mind that told her he was just being extra good at his job.
She had a suspicion that perhaps he had done this before to other patience.
She looked down, tracing a pattern into the table as it dawned on her. She had feelings for Adrien. She didn't want to do this with anyone else.
She looked up just in time to catch Adrien patting his lap with a small smile.
The bluenette felt her heart race. A deep blush coated her cheeks and she stood up. She walked over to him and sat down on to his lap.
She shifted, hoping that she wasn't too heavy. The two sat in silence as Marinette wondered about what he wanted to do.
She bit her lip, her heart skipping a few beats as Adrien reached for her hand and laced his fingers into hers.
She smiled, as it felt like a sweet gesture. She kept her fingers tight around his and bit her lip as his thumb lovingly brushed over her skin. She glanced down at their hands, a warm blush remaining on her face.
It almost felt like they were a couple.
Thats what she did with her old boyfriends, they talked, they held hands, they cuddled.
They kissed...
They made love...
Did she want to make love to him?
Something about the thought of Adrien making love to her, made her melt faster than being thrown into the sun.
Besides, they were just friends.
He was just doing her a favour.
Nothing more, nothing less.
They never kissed, they were just holding hands.
Marinette allowed her eyes to wander, she glanced over at his lips.
A kiss...
She felt the blush run to her lips as she thought about just that. She wanted to kiss him.
She smiled, her hand clasping to his, and she immediately looked away just as he looked up, catching her looking down at his lips.
"What were you thinking about just now?" He asked, raising a brow.
Marinette felt her heart bounce into her her throat. She knew he had caught her.
"Nothing, I wasn't thinking about anything..." she gulped, her mouth feeling dry as she had hoped he bought it.
Adrien chuckled, his hands slightly squeezing hers.
"You promised, Marinette..." he reminded her.
Marinette sighed. She knew he was going to bring that up again, it was only a matter of time.
"I was just thinking about kissing...that's all." She replied nonchalantly, trying not to make a big deal of it. Marinette tried to keep it as general as possible so that he didn't get the idea that she wanted to kiss him. Even though she really did.
"Do you want to kiss me?" Adrien asked, his gaze looking up towards her.
Marinette nearly lost her breath.
She wanted to scream out yes from the top of her lungs. She wanted to kiss him badly.
She turned her head, looking over to him as she nodded sheepishly.
"I wouldn't be opposed to it..." she responded, blinking as she looked away.
She inwardy sobbed, her heart ached as she felt so embarassed. She waited for the rejection, because that's what she was used to.
But then again.
This was Adrien, and he was full of surprises lately.
"I want to kiss you too..." Adrien whispered, leaning on her.
Marinette widened her eyes. She felt like she was hit with a sack of potatoes.
"Y-You do?" Marinette gulped, believing her ears were playing tricks on her.
Adrien laughed softly, scooting her closer to him on his lap.
"Yes, I do..." he assured. He let go of her hand and reached under her chin, guiding her face to his in a swift movement. "Do you mind if I kiss you?" He asked, his green eyes sought through hers.
Marinette nearly felt the breath being knocked out of her. She was so close to his face, and he was so beautiful. She was at a loss for words.
"I...I don't mind..." she responded in a hushed whisper, her head spinning.
Adrien waited for a moment, examining her cute blushing and freckled face in case she changed her mind.
When she made no indication of moving, he leaned in and captured her lips.
His lips were like velvet.
They were so warm, soft and sweet.
Her eyes fluttered closed as the butterflies were let loose inside of her stomach. She immediately kissed back, her lips moved against his. His hand slowly reached up to cup her cheek, pulling her closer.
Marinette gripped on to his shirt, furrowing her brow as Adrien took the initiative to deepen the kiss.
The bluenette opened her mouth, breathing in his breath. A small whimper escaped her throat as his tongue snaked its way into her mouth.
She responded, her tongue sliding against his and swirling around his.
He tasted so good, and his tongue was so warm. Her tongue continued to tangle with his in a fight for dominance and for a moment Marinette really believed that this couldn't possibly be happening.
Adrien's tongue pushed up to the roof of her mouth, before sliding back against her tongue. Marinette slowly slid her tongue under his, gently circling around his tongue earning a low moan from Adrien.
Marinette shivered, the sound immediately shooting straight to her crotch. She was undeniably wet.
Adrien slowly pulled away, much to her dismay, but she kept her mouth latched on to his tongue, briefly suckling on the muscle before pulling away with a deep blush.
Adrien pressed one last gentle kiss to her lips and reached for her shorts, unbottoning them respectfully.
On to the lesson.
"Can you tell me how you masturbate?" He asked, tugging off her shirts. Marinette lifted her hips, biting her lip as he slid her clothing down her legs and on to the ground.
Marinette gulped, her heart picking up the pace again as he parted her thighs and pulled the crotch to her panties on the side.
The blunette blushed, fighting the embarassment that screamed out her the moment she realized she was exposed to him once more.
"I...uhm...I start to rub myself a little...my clit to stimulate myself. When I'm wet enough, I slide my finger inside, and I rub upwards..." she breathed, almost hating herself at how openly she explained that to him.
Adrien carefully reached over, his middle finger sliding between her pink folds and touching the sensitive nub at the top.
"Like this?" He whispered in her ear as he began to rub in small circles.
The blunette gasped, her legs tensed the moment his fingertip lightly rolled against her clit.
She clenched her hands, a deep blush boiling to every inch of her skin. She had touched herself so many times before, and for the life of her she couldn't understand why it had felt a million times better when he did it.
"Mmm-" a gentle whimper escaped from her plump lips, and Adrien couldn't help but to stare. He applied a bit more pressure to her clit, rolling it off his digit with ease.
"Does it feel good?" Adrien asked in a soft whisper against her ear.
Marinette was already a heaping mess on his lap. She was already too embarrassed to answer.
The way she squirmed, and wiggled with each press of his fingers provided enough assurance to answer his question.
Marinette was so wet, if it were her fingers, she would have slid them inside of herself already. She would have been rubbing her inner walls to the point of no return.
His fingers continued to rub her sensitive nub. It was almost as if he were teasing her. She knew she craved an orgasm, but he was going to take his time. He was going to make her beg with her body.
Her hands slid to the jeans on his thigh where she began to tug on it in agony.
She wanted him. She needed him more than ever.
She gasped, her eyes closing as Adrien slid his middle finger down the length of her slit.
"You're pretty wet enough..." he murmured, his finger teasing her hole. "Do you go inside after you're this wet?"
Marinette whimpered, she reached up, her hands cupping her face as she was incredibly embarrassed at how aroused she was. She never did anything like this outside of a relationship.
She nodded, hiding behind her hands as she was too embarassed to utter out the words yes, but too needy to deny and say no.
Adrien smirked, his middle finger slowly sinking inside of her until he was down to the bottom knuckle.
"Like this?" He mused, watching as Marinette cried out. She had done this to herself so many times, and it never felt that amazing before.
Marinette breathed out, realizing that the only reason it felt this good was because it was him doing this.
Marinette whimpered, her body trembling on his lap as her walls immediately clasped against his digit.
She was so warm, wet and soft and Adrien was curious. He wanted to explore.
His digit pressed up against her, rubbing the top of her just like she had asked.
She gasped, her legs bending as she could feel his knuckle rubbing her inner walls. She couldn't help herself. A small moan escaped her lips as she was sure her juices were about ready to leak on to his lap.
"A-Adrien" she finally gasped out, her heart racing as he breathed on to her neck.
Adrien tried to keep himself composed, as the sound of her uttering his name went straight to his crotch. But he was here for her. He wasn't here for himself.
Adrien pressed a gentle kiss to her lip as he began to thrust his finger in and out of her at a soft and steady pace.
He felt her loosening up, and from the look on her face he knew she was enjoying it.
"You know I want to explore your body...kiss you, touch you." Adrien murmured, amping her up as she began to move her hips against his timed finger thrusts.
Marinette shivered at the sound of his voice, husky and desperate. A part of her suspected he was enjoying it too, but the words he told her hit the spot. Her mind wandered as she began to get lost in her sea of thoughts. She wanted to be held and kissed by him. The thought of him exploring her body made her wetter than anything else.
"I could lay you on this sofa...and take you. Over and over again..." Adrien grunted, his finger pushing into her opening desperately.
Marinette moaned out, her nipples scraping against her shirt from the rise of it all.
Her walls tightened around his finger as she was ready for his cock.
She needed his cock.
"Yes-" Marinette moaned out in ecstasy. "Take me over and over again..."
Adrien smiled, his finger rolling around inside of her as she whimpered.
"Make it tighter..." he breathed, his voice hoarse from the sensation.
Marinette gulped, her body trembling as she squeezed her walls together. His finger pushed up against her walls, and he added his index finger.
His twin fingers spread her, rubbing her until they were completely soaked.
Marinette was surely coming undone. She nearly drooled at the sensation of his fingers plunging deep inside of her.
"Do you want me?" Adrien asked, his voice deep in a tantalizing sultry manner.
Marinette almost begged, hell she was going to. She nodded, her hips moving with his fingers. She was almost there. He was doing so good.
"Yes...I want you...please give me your cock." She begged, her hips moving faster and harder. "Please...Adrien..." she leaned against him, her hand reaching up to tug on his hair as he kissed her neck.
"How deep do you want me?" Adrien asked, his fingers pushing in as deep as he possibly could. "How much do you want to feel good?" He grunted, his own legs shaking beneath her.
Marinette whimpered, her body jerking with his movements. She never knew that his fingers could feel this good. Perhaps all she needed was the dirty talk.
Marinette bit her lip, her heart racing.
"I want you so much...I've always wanted you...for a long time." She admitted, getting so lost and caught up in the moment, it didn't seem like a big deal to her. "You made me feel so good!" She cried out. "You always did!"
Adrien continued his movements, his brow furrowing as he listened to her confession.
Marinette whimpered, her fingers tugging into his hair as she rolled her hips.
"Adrien! I'm cumming-" she breathed out, her mouth going dry as she felt another powerful orgasm creep up on her.
Adrien gently bit her earlobe, slowly dragging it out and letting it go.
"Cum for me..." he breathed.
He didn't have to tell her twice.
In a matter of seconds, Marinette came undone. Her legs tightened as well as her inner walls and she arched against him.
Marinette couldn't keep quiet. She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes squeezing shut as she came.
Adrien continued to press soft kisses to her neck, pausing his movements as he felt her contract around his fingers.
The bluentte relaxed, her body incredibly warm and ready to melt. Her hands dropped to her sides as she tried to catch her breath.
Adrien waited, not removing his fingers until she was completely grounded and down from her high.
Marinette slowly opened her eyes, her hands lazily reaching for her shorts as it reality set in.
A sanking feeling in her heart began as it dawned on her that she had confessed to him.
Not just for the feelings she had for him currently, but for the feelings she had on him in the past.
She furrowed her brow, biting her lip as Adrien slid his fingers out of her. She had grown so sensitive, Marinette was a afraid she would collapse. She adjusted her underwear, and pulled away from him. She looked up at him, blushing deeply as she watched him slid his fingers into his mouth and clean his digits clean of her juices.
Her heart raced as she pulled up her shorts. She sat awkwardly beside him, grabbing her purse.
Adrien didn't say a word.
The blunette watched him, his eyes looking down as if he tried to process what he had heard only moments before.
Marinette rubbed her eyes.
"Don't worry about it..." she finally spoke, pulling Adrien out of his trance.
"Hm?" He asked, looking at her.
Marinette slowly stood up, her eyes looking into his as she tried to assure him with a warm smile.
"It was only a stupid high school crush. I got so caught up in the moment I just blurted it out. I wouldn't think too much on it..." Marinette replied.
Adrien looked up at her.
He wanted to say something, but he couldn't formulate the right words.
Marinette took his silence as an opportunity to leave.
"I think my issue is solved..." She spoke, breaking the silence. "I guess this is goodbye..." she rocked on her feet.
Technically, she did orgasm. She learned a lot of pointers, and now that she knew there was nothing wrong with her she could start to figure things out.
Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. She stood up, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he contemplated.
Marinette almost wanted to cry.
"Okay then..." she swallowed. She turned around and casually walked out of the door.
Marinette sighed as she placed her hands on to the shower wall.
The water slid down her back and she furrowed her brow.
She didn't want to remember what had happened hours before with Adrien.
She didn't want to think that it would be the last time she would see Adrien.
Perhaps she was over thinking. It didn't have to be their last time talking or seeing each other.
Marinette wanted to cry.
It didn't have to be this way. But she made it this way.
And for a moment, she allowed herself to cry. She quickly rinsed herself off and stepped out the shower. She wrapped her towel around herself and stepped out the bathroom. She dropped the towel in her room and picked it up. She quickly dressed herself into her nightgown.
It was already late and Marinette had an early morning the next day. She wandered to the kitchen for a bottle of water. She opened her fridge and grabbed the bottle. She slammed the fridge door and turned to walk down the hallway of her apartment but jumped when there was a subtle knock at the door.
Marinette furrowed her brow, turning to look at the door wondering who could be here at this time of night.
She placed her water bottle down and she unlocked and opened the door.
Her eyes trailed up, her heart stopping as Adrien stood in the doorway, a solemn expression on his face.
"A-Adrien?" She breathed, her eyes widened slightly. "What are you doing here?"
Adrien looked down at her, stuffing his hands into his jacket.
"Can we talk?" He asked, his voice low and timid.
Marinette sighed.
"Adrien... its late. I don't want to talk about it. It was a high school crush, I said it in the heat of the moment."
Marinette shook her head, almost ready to close the door.
Adrien carefully placed his hand on the door, stopping her from closing it.
"Marinette please..." he looked into her eyes. "Give me a chance..." his voice quivered as if he was trying to withhold tears.
Marinette felt her heart sink.
He was begging to talk to her. That should have been enough for her to realize that he really cared.
Marinette sighed. She opened the door wider.
"Okay...come in..." she walked away from her door, grabbing her bottle of water.
Adrien walked in from behind her, he closed the door and sighed.
"How did you even know where I lived?" Marinette asked, turning to face him. "From my chart?" She asked. "Cause thats a little creepy..
"
Adrien rolled his eyes.
" Marinette, I didn't mean to make you feel like shit. I wanted to say something but I froze up. I was scared of saying the wrong thing. I don't want to say goodbye. If you don't need me as your therapist thats fine...but..." he ran his hand through his hair. "But please need me as your friend..."
Marinette gripped on to the bottle and then she looked down.
She didn't know what she wanted. She knew she couldn't be just friends. She liked him so much more than that. How could they do what they did and not feel anything for one another?
Marinette pressed her lips together.
"I think...Its getting late, and we both need rest. Today was a long day for us both..."
Marinette looked up at him again.
"I'm sorry..."
Never in a million years did Marinette believe that she would pushing Adrien away the way she was.
Adrien watched her, his face contorting in conduction.
Marinette was about ready for bed, she was going to help herself while he let himself out. She didn't care.
She was about halfway to her bedroom when she felt his hands gently grabbed her waist.
She gasped, dropping her bottle of water as he spun her around and pulled her body flush against his.
A deep blush covered her cheeks as her night gown was thin, she could feel every form of his body through his clothes.
She felt his lips brush against hers and she froze.
"A-Adrien..." she whispered against his lips.
Adrien glanced down at her lips, and then back into her eyes. His eyes fluttered closed and he melted his lips against hers.
Marinette immediately pressed her lips against his.
She didn't know what came over her, and she didn't know if he was using her, but all she did know what that she needed him.
Her fingers gently played with his hair, slowly knotting into his thick blonde hair. She subtly pulled him in closer. Adrien placed his hands on her waist, keeping her close. Her tongue slowly snaked it's way into his mouth. Marinette ignored the voice in the back of her mind that attempted to amp up her anxiety. Her body trembled as his tongue slid into her mouth. A low moan escaped his throat, earning a desperate cry from the bluentte. She couldn't take the playing around anymore. She had been craving him for so long. It was almost unfair.
Her hands gently slid underneath his jacket, sliding it off his body and on to the floor. His hands gripped her hips, hoisting her up so that she could wrap her legs around him.
Very carefully he blindly walked down the hall to her bedroom.
Their lips parted as she was placed down on the bed. A deep blush coated their cheeks, as she cupped his face, her lips brushing against his as she felt him fumble with his pants above her.
She closed her eyes, his lips touching her neck. His lips were so soft as it traveled to her chest. A deep blush traveled down to her breasts, and she scooted herself on to the bed.
His hand gripped one of her breasts, squeezing it tightly.
Marinette gasped, her nipple pushing against his palm through her gown.
"Adrien..." she bit her lip, her brow furrowing as his hand slipped under her gown, grabbing her breast bare.
Her toes curled, her eyes opening and looking at the ceiling as his thumb ran across her nipples.
Marinette had questions, she had so many questions. But she also didnt know how far this was gonna go.
She arched into him as he grabbed the hem of her dress. She breathed out, his fingers caressing her skin and he gently pulled the night dress off of her and threw it to the floor.
Naturally, Marinette hid her breasts. She looked up at him, only in her underwear.
Adrien didn't breath a word as he kissed down her stomach, leaving a wet trail of kisses against her skin.
She reached down, her hands running through his hair the moment his fingers traced the band of her underwear.
This part didn't phase her, it was just like when they were at his office downtown. She lifted her hips, giving him permission to drag down her underwear. She bent her legs, listening to him drop her underwear along side of the pile of her night gown and his jeans and jacket.
Marinette was hungry. She needed to see his body. She had been hungry for him for such a long time. This was a huge deal for her.
Her hands slid under his shirt, carefully feeling every dip and muscle of his chest and abs. She breathed rigidly as she lifted his shirt.
He was beautiful. He was everything she wanted. He was her Adrien.
And for tonight, if he were going to be hers, just for that night, she wanted to enjoy him. She was going to pretend that he was hers, even if he wasn't. Just for tonight.
Her lips immediately attacked his neck, her tongue dragged across his skin and she began to kiss his collar.
She slowly wrapped her arms around him, her nipples scraping against his chest.
Adrien slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass.
He kissed her earlobe, his breath rigid in her ear when he pushed his hips against her.
Marinette gasped, her eyes wide as she felt something hard and hot push between her legs.
He was hard.
And she made him hard.
There was such a deep satisfaction in knowing this, that made her so so wet.
His underwear brushed against her skin, and Marinette wanted nothing more than to just get them off.
Adrien moved his hips, pushing himself through his boxers against her.
She was able to feel him through his underwear, his thick shaft pushed against her clit.
She whimpered, moving her hips with his, the duo dry humping one another with desperation.
Well, partially dry.
Adrien carefully separated Marinette's arms from her chest. He leaned down, capturing her nipple between his lips.
Marinette arched into him, knotting her hand into his hair. His tongue slid around her nipple, gliding over the nub over and over again.
His lips tightened around her nipple, suckling harshly.
Marinette snaked her other hand down his body, gripping on to his boxers. Adrien helped her, sliding his boxers down into a pile on the ground.
His lips pulled away from her nipple in an audible pop.
Marinette breathed out heavily, her legs trembling as Adrien pulled away and he grabbed her hips.
Marinette widened her eyes as he flipped her on to her belly until she was comfortable bent over the edge of the bed.
"Adrien..." Marinette whined as she felt Adrien position himself behind her.
She gripped on to her bedsheets, laying her head to the side as Adrien slid his hard cock between her folds.
Her toes curled the moment his cock slid up the length of her slit.
"Fuck!" She breathed out, her hands gripping tightly on to the sheets as the tip of his cock pushed against her clit.
Adrien kissed the back of her neck, smelling her dark hair as he moaned softly. He brow furrowed as his hips moved against her, her cute little ass bounced on his hips. He rubbed his cock between her folds, her juices coating his skin, making it easier to slide back and forth.
"You feel so good..." Adrien whimpered. "You're so so wet..."
His cock continued to rub against her.
Marinette angled her hips, just wanting him to just slide inside of her.
Was it okay?
"Do you have a condom?" Adrien asked, pausing as he kept his erection nuzzled between her soft petals.
He wasn't exactly planning to have sex that night, so he came unprepared.
But he was willing to stop if she was afraid of getting pregnant.
Marinette was afraid of getting pregnant. If there was a way she had the option of feeling him raw without that risk, she would.
Marinette never slept with anyone without a condom. She wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
The blunette gulped, her hand lazily pointing to her night stand.
"Y-Yeah.. in the night stand on the right." She replied, keeping herself still as Adrien removed himself and fumbled around the night table for a condom.
Marinette tried to steady her heart, it was slowly starting to dawn on her what was about to happen.
She heard the rip of the wrapped and she peaked up, watching Adrien roll the condom on.
She quickly looked away in embarassment. He was well endowed.
It was an impressive size. He wasn't overly big, but definitely bigger than anyone she ever had.
She gasped as Adrien returned, positioning himself behind her.
She couldn't remember the last time she had sex, and she wasn't even sure she remembered what it felt like, but she was well aware of the sudden stretch.
Her eyes widened, her hands gripping even tighter on to the blankets until her knuckles were white.
In one languid thrust, Adrien slid inside of her, his hips pressing flush against her ass.
"A-Adrien-" she breathed, feeling him deep inside of her. She immediately clamped down against him. Even through the condom she felt him throb and pulsate inside of her.
He was so hard and warm.
"Does it hurt?" He whispered, his lips kissing down her neck.
It was a surprising stretch, but she was so wet and ready to take him in, it wasn't too uncomfortable.
"N-No..." she replied, her fingers twisted in the blanket.
Adrien remained put. He wanted to enjoy her body wrapped around him so tightly.
His tongue danced around her skin, until the sensation became too much and he began to move.
Marinette began to lightly bounce back and forth on the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut as he was big and stretching her.
It had been years since she had someone inside of her. She was still tight.
Adrien enjoyed himself as he thrust his hips, watching her ass bounce against him with each thrust.
He enjoyed himself, moving slow as he savoured the feeling of her insides.
She was so beautiful.
So wet
So soft.
Marinette felt him slap against her ass, each time he slid inside of her.
She would have actively moved in tune with his movements, but Marinette was incredibly stunned by the feeling.
"Does...it feel good?" Marinette asked, gasping each time he slid in deeper.
Adrien moaned slightly against her skin.
"Y-Yeah. You feel amazing..." he lightly bit down on her neck.
Marinette grinned briefly, feeling satisfied that he felt pleasure inside of her.
His hand snaked around her body, sliding down to her clit where his middle digit circled her soft nub.
She gasped, her leg bending to give him a better leeway to her clit.
Adrien was losing it, his movement becoming less meticulous and more and more visceral.
"You feel so good, Marinette..." Adrien whimpered, his body trembling as he was losing it. He applied more pressure to Marinette's clit and she threatened to cum right then and there.
"S-So...good..." he grunted his hips pounding harder and harder into her.
Marinette scratched at her bed sheets, the deeper he went, the more she swore she could taste him.
"Adrien, I'm going to cum." She whimpered, her hands nearly tearing holes into the sheets.
She grunted along side him, their skin slapping together.
"Adrien-" Marinette warned, her body bobbing up and down.
"Cum for me..." Adrien demanded, his voice haorse and distressed as he was close.
Marinette trembled, she didn't have to be told twice. Her body stiffened as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She nearly drooled, her eyes rolling back as she came.
Adrien felt her tighten around him, and he trembled behind her. He furrowed her brow, his mouth opening as he threw his head back.
His cock twitched inside of her, emptying into the condom rapidly.
Adrien breathed, keeping his hand on her hips as she struggled to capture her breath.
He bit his lip.
Not wasting anytime, he pulled out of her. He was still hard. He carefully pulled off the condom as it was becoming a bit too uncomfortable for him.
He knotted it, and threw it into the trash bin.
"You think you can go for another round?"
Marinette whimpered softly. All her limbs felt like jelly. She over heard him rummaging for a condom. The sound of him ripping open the condom wrapper, almost brought life to her limbs.
She slowly reached up. Her hands blindly searched the bedsheets for him.
Adrien smiled warmly, his hand ran through the sheets to meet hers.
With a carefully guidance, he led the blunette to sit on his lap. Marinette draped her arms around his neck pressing her face into his next his. Her hands slid up into his hair, lightly playing with it. She felt his erection push against her thigh, and a deep blush covered her face once more.
Adrien snaked his hands on her hips, lifting her.
Marinette felt her legs quiver as he lowered her on to his erection.
"Mmmf. Adrien-" she whimpered, her nails immediately digging into his skin, the moment she felt him slide deep inside of her
The tip of him immediately pushed into a bundle of sensitive nerves inside of her, it almost sent her over the edge.
Adrien kept her on his length, his body pressed against hers. He closed his eyes, his lips feathering soft kisses to his shoulder.
Marinette hummed. His lips felt so nice...and definitely well endowed inside of her.
Her walls clasped around him, earning a soft whimper from him. The bluentte smiled, pressing her lips to his gently. Adrien cupped her face, immediately kissing her back.
His hands guided her hips against him, urging her to ride him.
The bluentte tangled her tongue with his, their saliva mixing together. Their lips melded together as she moved her hips. Her body bobbed up and down, her hands holding on tighter to him as she tried to keep up with the kiss.
The kiss began to grow sloppy, her brow furrowed as she tried to keep up, but often times found herself distracted by the way his hips moved up to meet hers.
She didn't know it was possible for him to get as deep as he was. She bit his lip lightly, her hips moving with his. She kept up, even if her legs felt like they were about to give out.
Her lips hovered over his, and Marinette felt close to him. There was a pleasure of having him inside of her that went deeper than just having an orgasm.
"Do I feel good?" Marinette asked, her heart racing as she was easily losing her grip the second time around.
Adrien nodded, his lips leaving sloppy kisses against hers. His breath quivered against her lips as she rode him.
He was getting there too. Marinette enjoyed the scenery. He looked so vulnerable. To know that she had that affect on him, it was such a satisfying feeling.
She kept him close, her hips moving with his, their skin slapping together in unison.
Marinette almost begged for him to stay with her. She didn't want him to leave her side, not ever.
It wasn't like she could tell him that. She wanted him to know, but there was a possibility he didn't feel the same.
Her body began to ride with him, and she buried her face into his neck.
Her walls clamped around him as she had no shame in cumming before him. She felt him twitch, his breath rigid as he emptied himself into the condom.
She closed her eyes, her fingertips dancing against his skin as she couldn't understand how he would touch her so openly and not feeling anything for her.
She really did feel something.
She hesitantly climbed off his lap and situated herself on the bed. Her body ached, and she never knew she could ever hold off going two times in a row.
She listened to him snap off the condom and throw it away. She nuzzled into her pillows, her mind racing as Adrien moved beside her once more.
Marinette parted her lips, she was going to mention something smart.
Probably a smart remark asking if he enjoyed all of his session time with his clients.
She opened her eyes, pausing, nearly forgetting to breathe out how he looked.
A deep blush coated his cheeks, he had amazing frazzled up sex hair, and the hungry look in his eyes. Aside from his amazing body, the hungry glance he offered her was enough to make her cum on the spot.
The blunette smiled, she carefully rolled on to her back as Adrien climbed over her. He lifted her chin, angling her face to his so that he could kiss her once more.
She slowly wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her as their lips melded together.
Adrien pulled back, his hands cupping her cheeks.
"Do you do this to all your clients?" Marinette asked, her blush rushing under his hands as he caressed her.
Adrien sighed, almost going flacid at her remark. Almost...
Marinette can faintly feel his new growing erection against her hip.
"No...I don't." He sighed. "In fact, this is the first time I've ever done anything like this..." his voice trailed off.
The bluentte froze, furrowing her brow.
Adrien brushed his fingers over her cheeks. Her blush contrasted against her freckles.
"I froze when you admitted to me your feelings..." the blonde confessed. "It wasn't because I didn't like you, it was because I more than just liked you..."
Marinette nearly choked on her heart and she nearly shot up, almost bonking her head on to his.
"Wait..." Marinette squeezed her eyes shut. "You...Like me?"
Adrien blushed and he rested his head against hers.
"Yeah, I wasn't grab assing on you, I swear. I just...It started with me wanting to see you again and help out. One thing led to another and I started touching you..." his voice trailed off.
Marinette had trouble grasping what he was telling her.
"I wasn't using you... I genuinely have feelings for you..." Adrien continued.
"I understand that after tonight you wouldn't want to see me again. I probably should have confessed normally..."
Marinette felt her heart flutter in her chest. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close into a tight hug.
"No...don't say that..." She blushed deeply, her fingers playing with his hair. "You mean everything to me..." She smiled, her hands continuing to rake through his hair.
The girl gasped as she felt his length slide against her slit.
Adrien pulled back, a small smile on his face.
"Are you up for another round?" He asked.
Marinette chuckled.
He was her first orgasm, and now he wanted to be the first one she had raw.
Was he trying to be the father to her first child too?
A/N: and this book Is completed. I almost dragged this out longer but I couldn't. Fluff is nearly impossible to write after a breakup.
Sorry for the wait guys.
I hope you enjoyed this book.