A/N: Okay, I know I haven't updated anything for quite a while but it's only cos deadlines are looming and I haven't been well lmao and also it's officially Ramadan. So hopefully, this sort, sweet drabble will make up for the absence~ It's a little cheeky and has some spice if you know what I mean~~~ enjoy!

"Yeah, reckless behaviour

A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw

In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all-day"

Pillowtalk - Zayn Malik

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - 'Enchanted'

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'I don't want to resist anymore,'

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Acting upon his impulse, Adrien gave in and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, instantly gathering Marinette's attention as she paused with her spontaneous designs in her sketchbook. A soft sakura hue presented itself beautifully upon her cheeks as she realised that she momentarily forgot about his presence, completely in the zone with her work and thoroughly immersed with her sudden bursts of ideas.

She took note of her current surroundings; the ferocious downpour outside along with the sharp wind would've been muted against the double glazing windows in Adrien's room had he not let one of them slightly ajar, whilst the room was bathed in a deep, dark blue ambience, courtesy on the storm.

Her skin was ridden with goosebumps and a delightful chill struck down the base of her spine. Once, twice, maybe thrice. Marinette blamed the chill of the glass of the window she was leaning against rather than admit that the sensation came from...

...His touch.

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'Sorry about that.'

Her cute, apologetic smile simply widened his grin, his long fingers grazing the shell of her ear and then combing through her dark tendrils as if they were made of ink. Cool, silky and petal thin. His emerald eyes twinkled like priceless gems as he savoured the touch of her hair and the sight of her flustered demeanour.

He loved it when her hair was loose.

He loved how the delicate ebony strands were like a veil of mystery upon her head. He loved how he can easily claw through them and then curl his fingers up to knot the strands within the seams of his digits. He loved how they were so dark, they contrasted so gorgeously against her porcelain skin and matched splendidly with her rosy cheeks and even rosier lips.

But most importantly, he absolutely loved the way her sky blue eyes glittered like sapphires beneath the shadows of her fringe like a temptress.

Et Dieu, oh mon Dieu...

How he yearns to see those loving eyes watching him with sheer want and lust, along with her kiss bruised luscious lips and her satin-like hair fanned out upon his pillow and her sweet, soft body bare underneath his-

"Adrien? Did you want something?"

Dupain-Cheng cocked her head to the side innocently, wondering what her partner wanted and snapping him out of his daze with her quiet murmur. Though, Adrien simply beamed, trailing his fingers down to her jaw, tracing the soft, soft shape as if it was a work of art and then grazing his knuckles against her cheek, basking in its suppleness.

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"I want you,"

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Though his plea was sweet, his form radiated with utmost desire. His eyes darkened as his enhanced hearing allowed him to catch the quiet hitch of breath his Lady slipped out, the pulse in her neck instantly rapid against his burning touch and her eyes lighting up with a thirst that not even his wildest dreams have ever mustered up.

He leaned in.

She followed suit.

The boy's thumb brushed against her lower lip, smearing the gloss that coated the rosy, rounded flesh, beckoning him in for a taste. His forehead was against hers now as his emerald greens flickered pleadingly from her delectable lips to her sapphire blues, and then back. Their breaths were intermingled, the heat causing their cheeks to bloom with a dye of red and their noses brushing gently.

His lips feathered against hers.

And then again, and again, and again.

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Only a rich, minute gasp escaped Marinette's throat as her lips were captured by his in a fully heated, passionate and painstakingly raw kiss. She was quick to play along, instantly wrapping her legs around his torso as Adrien pinned her over the floor, whilst their fingers entwined with practised ease against either side of her head.

Unlike all those other times where they found themselves entangled with one another's limbs on La Tour Eiffel, unlike all those other times they had their tongues down each others' throats in the storage room at their lycée, unlike all those other times where they pretended that they were satisfied with only the touch of each others' lips after a dreadful akuma attack...

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They've finally caved in to their mutual selfishness and yearning for each other's intimacy.

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"You're beautiful..."

"So are you..."

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A/N: So yeah basically they banged.

:)