Marinette opened the door when the knock came. Adrien stood on the other side, grinning. His classic smile continued to be undeniably attractive, and her heart skipped a beat, taken aback by his joyous expression.
"Hello," she greeted.
He shared the pleasantry. "Hey!"
"Come on in," Marinette stated, moving aside and letting him in. The apartment above the bakery was empty beside them, and her parents closed the shop as they attended a big function at an event in the city center.
"Is everything ready?" Adrien inquired.
A few days earlier, Adrien had asked her to help him with baking macaroons as a present for someone he liked. She was prepared to show her friends that she wasn't crushing on him anymore, so she agreed. Content to lend a hand with such a special gift.
"Yup. I got some stuff from my parents, and we can make a baker's dozen," Marinette explained. "Have you decided what flavour?"
"Chocolate?" Adrien shrugged. "It's pretty universally liked, right?"
Marinette nodded. "Yeah, of course. "Maybe vanilla filling?"
Adrien agreed. "They would be lovely together."
Marinette offered him an apron, and he put it on. Immediately, he noticed its colossal size, and she chuckled. "It belongs to my dad."
"Oh…"
Marinette helped him and moved the strings around his hips before tying a bow in front, securing it. When she finished, she realized how close they stood. Adrien looked a little surprised by the closeness. Her eyes went wide, and she stepped back and muttered an apology. She took her own apron and did the same, stealing a glance his way, and noticed his own confused expression.
Even after all these years, she found herself still awkward around him. When she finished preparing herself, she moved over to the sink. "First step, clean your hands and wrists."
"Oh!" Adrien replied and joined her. "Right. We did this in home economics."
"Didn't your father take you out of that because cooking's below you?" Marinette asked.
He sighed. "Yeah, but I still read the notes Nino gave me."
"It's alright," Marinette stated, trying to lighten the mood. "Better late than never."
Marinette explained the significance of each food item for the recipe. She elaborated on the importance of how they were made rather than the quality of the ingredients themselves.
Marinette and he took turns mixing and following the steps. By the time Adrien cut the newly mixed meringue in, they had been at it for nearly forty minutes, including her explaining each step. Marinette brought over the cookie tray with the parchment paper on top. Underneath, she'd placed the long sheet of circles her parents used to pipe out the perfectly sized shells. She prepped the piping bags and checked the batter. It needed a little more work, and he got to it. After a second check, it became the perfect consistency. She helped pour it into the bag and directed him how to use the piper.
The initial squirt came out fast when Adrien made the attempt, and there was an overabundance of shell mix. The next one had not had enough, and when he put more pressure, too much burst from the bag. He pulled away, frustrated. "Can you do this part?"
Marinette chuckled and scooped up the mix and placed it in the piping sack. "Adrien, it's your first time."
"And I suck at it," Adrien grumbled.
Marinette moved closer to him to offer help. She offered him the filling and arranged her hands over his to show him how to hold it. She placed her hands on top of his and guided him to the parchment paper. "I'll squeeze your hands, and you'll do the same to the bag."
"O-okay."
Marinette positioned him again, and pointed the tip to the sheet, and she gave his hands a soft press. Adrien held his breath as he tried to copy her hand movement. The batter came out perfectly, and when Marinette motioned for him to pull away, she realized she never told him about this step and it seemed to startle him for a moment and he ended up squeezing the bag in surprise, squirting it everywhere.
The mess was isolated, but unfortunately, Marinette's arm became the victim. It wasn't a lot, but enough got on her that Adrien instantly deflated. Silence followed until Marinette broke out into giggles. "That's on me. I didn't explain pulling away and taking the pressure off."
"I'm so sorry!" Adrien cried.
"No, it's alright," Marinette replied. "Baking can get messy sometimes."
Adrien wasn't convinced. And Marinette reached for the piping bag, and a moment of playfulness came over her. She pointed it at his own arm and gave it a squeeze. It had been her attempt at lightening the mood, or at least that was the plan. With a surprising amount of speed, Adrien grabbed her wrists and pulled her around and, almost as if disarming an enemy, he pushed her against the fridge, and it forced her to drop the piping bag to the floor.
Silence befell them, both their eyes wide. Marinette had been taken by surprise by his sudden outburst of defensiveness, and Adrien became stunned by how he acted so defensively. It was as if it were common for him to disarm those around him, but had never done it by accident before. Still, even as they stared at each other, neither made a move. Both their bodies stood so close to each other and he leaned so far into her, his warm breath blushed across her face. His arms pinned her above her head.
Marinette should've been terrified by the interaction, but somehow, her body heated. She should not have found this as sexy as she did. He had literally done this to disarm her and had thrown her into the fridge as a defensive act. She couldn't deny how much this incident made her pulse between her legs. And to her horror, a low moan escaped.
His mouth parted, and his eyes widened even more when he heard that sound. She noticed his breath catch in his chest, and he released a grunt he had tried to withhold, but there'd been no way he could hide it.
When she looked into his green orbs, she became stunned to find them staring at her so intensely. The inexperienced young woman didn't know that stare, but something told her body it was worth reacting too, and when his grip loosen on her wrists, she pulled her hands away, and going on the demands of her very aroused anatomy, she grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a kiss. There was an expectation that he'd reject her immediately. He liked someone else, of course.
She expected it. Any time now.
However, as soon as he released her, the digits of his fingers found her waist, and his lips were already devouring hers. A gasp escaped from her and she fought to match his shockingly fierce caress of his mouth on hers. Marinette had always imagined Adrien's kisses would be gentle, slow and rhythmic. That's how they'd been in her fantasies. This was really something else.
"A-Adrien," she mumbled against his lips, though it came out as her moaning his name. That heightened it further and his hips shifted and he put weight against her, beginning a gradual grind.
Marinette was confused at first why he did that, but a few more grinds made her grasp why. As he moved against her once more, Marinette's body followed his lead. Adrien took heed, and even as their mouths worked against the other, one of Adrien's hands glided down her backside. His fingers smoothed over her firm ass, before travelling further down, and grabbed her underneath, and forced her leg up, giving him better access between her legs, where his rough movements continued.
Her knees buckled, and Marinette wrapped an arm around his neck for far more security, while the other moved through his hair, both playing with it, and holding his place against her.
Their mouths broke apart as their bodies demanded more oxygen. They both gasped for air, but that didn't slow down Adrien, who continued the very frustrating yet pleasant rubbing of their clothed groins.
The pulses were incredible, but it wasn't enough. She needed more contact, and Marinette used the hand she'd been using to play with his hair, and moved down his body. Having a moment of boldness from being so incredibly aroused, she slipped to the buttons of his slacks. However, this seemed to snap Adrien out of everything, and he released her and stepped back.
Marinette did her best to not seem as shocked but this followed by her becoming embarrassed and a little disgusted with herself. She couldn't make eye contact and looked away. She didn't even have the courage to apologize.
"I…I'm gonna borrow your bathroom," Adrien said, and disappeared in the bathroom's direction.
Now alone in the kitchen, Marinette's heart raced, her body aching with need, and an undeniable desire to cry. So many feelings moved through her all at once. She realized quickly that the piping bag had been dropped to the floor, and she reached over to pick it up, surprised that it hadn't gone everywhere. That couldn't be said for her arm. She glanced at it, still covered in batter, but spread and messy. It was probably all over Adrien's shirt, too.
She dropped the piping bag on the counter and washed up. Adrien remained in the washroom, and Marinette could only imagine he was trying to get rid of his painful erection, either by waiting it out, or with the support of his own hands. Marinette didn't want to know. She's the one who caused him to be in that terrible situation. Adrien literally came over for help with the person he loved, after all.
Knowing how awkward this would be, and wanting to show how sorry Marinette was, she moved to the counter and was determined to finish these cookies for him. She could at least make them appear as pretty as possible.
Marinette finished and popped the air bubbles with a toothpick, and set them aside to let them rise. When nearly complete with the butter vanilla creme filling, Adrien had returned. He looked red in the face and was embarrassed. Marinette avoided eye contact and continued to mix the filling.
"I…um…got the shells done," Marinette stated. "They are rising right now."
"Oh," Adrien replied. He approached, but he stationed himself on the other side of the counter. She didn't blame him, but it still hurt a little.
"I can make these look really nice," Marinette responded. "You did the most important part already."
"Thanks," Adrien stated.
Marinette wished her to go back in time and heel-drop herself for daring to perform such a foolish act. The rest of the baking lesson continued. After the shells rose, Marinette baked them, and used the buttercream. She completed them up and grabbed a nice cellophane bag for them to be put into. The baker's daughter finished it with a beautiful bow and handed it to Adrien.
She found some warmth had returned to him when he took the cookies and looked at them. "Thanks, Marinette."
"Of course, now go give those to the girl you like," Marinette stated. "A-And be a wonderful boyfriend."
She didn't want to sound as sad. After all, she helped him knowing he likes someone else entirely. And that kiss happened, and she was all muddled up once more. She put on a forced smile and tried to seem as sincere as possible.
He mirrored her smile. "Thanks. I hope she doesn't reject me again."
He left, but instantly she frowned.
Again?
She had turned him down previously? The most desired young man in Paris, rejected? And this girl mattered so much to him that he was ready to undergo it just for a chance. She must've been one hell of a woman if Adrien was willing to put himself in that position. Marinette leaned against the door to her home and sighed. Despite the disappointment, embarrassment, and shame, Marinette still had a heat surge through her. It ached and Marinette experienced an incredible amount of regret. How would she ever face him again? She didn't dare even tell Alya about this. Marinette would never hear the end.
She sheepishly pushed her body off the door and glanced up to the trapdoor to her bedroom, where she saw Tikki peeking down at her. Marinette gave her a weak smile and walked up the stairs to meet her. Tikki provided her with a sympathetic gaze. "It will work itself out."
"Maybe in a hundred years," Marinette stated, and moved over to her bed. She climbed up and crashed on the mattress. "I'm gonna nap before my patrol."
Despite the embarrassment and painful arousal, Marinette drifted off just for a bit.
8 8 8
"I don't care about human issues," Plagg started when they returned to Adrien's room. "But you are going to regret leaving things like that."
Adrien placed the bag of cookies on his nightstand and collapsed onto his bed. He sighed heavily. "I reflexed when she playfully tried to tease me, and then she kissed me. And instead of pulling away, I just started making out with her! Arg!"
"There must be a reason," Plagg suggested.
"I'm a horny teenager," Adrien replied. "Eighteen, in love with the same girl for years, and still pining over her. My hormones are raging, and only a little affection, and I lose control of myself."
"You make it far more complicated than it is," Plagg complained. "You obviously have an attraction to her. She felt the same, clearly if she kissed you. I have no interest in such things, but even I think you should've seen where the moment would've led you."
Adrien groaned and rolled on his side, and shook his head before looking at the bag of cookies on his nightstand. He sat up and stared at them, and sighed. He had patrolled tonight, and planned to give them to Ladybug, but now he just felt awful and like he had betrayed his love for her in a moment of weakness.
After he'd left for the bathroom, he had splashed enough cold water on his face that by the time he joined Marinette again, he was numb. He had calmed his body down, but the guilt remained.
So even as Adrien laid down, the clock still ticked, and it did, until his phone alarm went off, signalling it was now time to begin his patrol. He always met up with Ladybug at their special spot at the top of the tower before they'd separate for patrols. His eyes glanced at the treats, and he wondered if he should abort that mission. He attempted to grab them, but his hand faltered.
It was Plagg, who reached for it, and gave it to him. Adrien sighed. "I should get this over with."
Plagg shrugged. "Might go better than you expect."
Adrien remained silent, but he transformed. "Plagg, Claw's out."
Adrien leaped from his window and began his usual route along the rooftops. When he reached the top of the tower, he found Ladybug already sitting on the edge. She stared out over the city, lost in deep thought. She didn't even notice him at first. That was unlike her. He became concerned and tapped her shoulder, which drew her attention to him.
"Oh! Chat Noir," Ladybug cried, straightening up. "Sorry, I kind of just zoned out there."
"It's fine," he stated. He hid the cookies away from her view and took a seat beside her. "You look like you have some stuff on your mind."
She nodded. "Yeah. I am not exactly in a good mindset tonight. I had a rough afternoon."
He experienced some concern for her. "Do you want to talk about it?"
She shook her head. "Not really."
Adrien felt the need to comfort her, and not to win any brownie points. She just seemed off from usual, and it tugged at his heart. His hand found the top of the cellophane bag and grabbed it and turned to her. "Here. Enjoy some cookies."
Ladybug refrained from looking immediately, but she spoke up. "Oh, Chat, it's alright, you didn't need t-"
She stopped mid sentence when she looked over at the gift. Her blue eyes widened beneath her mask and shot up to meet Adrien's green ones. Ladybug reached for it and held them in her hands and studied the bag, confused and seemed at a loss.
"I didn't know if you liked any flavouring, so I had a friend's help. It's chocolate with vanilla filling," Adrien explained to his partner.
She turned to him, and her eyes watered. He was taken aback by her obvious emotions and he reached out to comfort her, but to his surprise, she grabbed him by the bell and pulled him forward, bringing into a fierce kiss. His gaze widened, and he could hardly figure out how to react as her mouth moved against him with a determined purpose.
"M-Milady," he mumbled through the movements of her lips across his. She responded by climbing to her feet and brought him with her. She pushed him against a beam and continued to kiss him, shocking him further. Her body pressed against his, and he couldn't deny how exciting this was. And there was no doubt she was aware, as she was flush against his very hard erection.
Her hand found it, and through the leather, stroked him. His eyes widened and his head tilted back. What were the chances of this happening twice in one day? Still, Adrien felt guilt run through him when he remembered what transpired earlier with Marinette. He wanted to protest, his consciousness getting the better of him even though his body screamed at him, not wanting to stop. "L-Ladybug, please. This is not like you."
Her blue eyes met his, and he could see the heavy look of desire in hers, and she leaned in, her mouth next to his ear, her hand still stroking him. "I'm just continuing where we left off earlier."
Her confession and the heat from her breath sent a shiver up his spine, and he nearly climaxed from those words alone. His body knew what it wanted, but he processed what she had confessed, and he guided her digits to his bell, and underneath where the zipper was hidden.
There was a look of understanding when she pulled away and glanced at him. She unzipped it, though there was a moment where he wondered if it could extend anywhere near his crotch. It didn't normally reach that low, but she didn't seem to mind. Her mouth found his exposed neck as she revealed his naked torso. "Imagine your costume goes down further."
He could barely even think, considering how aroused he was, but he hoped that it was true. "I want you to touch it," he gasped.
His eyes closed, almost frightened by what may happen, but when the zipper stopped, he felt the cool air on his exposed skin, and then her hand move inside. Her digits found his shaft, and he bit his lip. She stroked him as her lips left butterfly kisses and licked along his Adam's apple, then his collarbones, between his pecs, and then further and further down.
Until she reached it. His Lady kneeled down, and she kissed along his length. His eyes opened and he couldn't stand not being able to watch. She licked his tip to test, and his body reacted. "D-Damnit," he cursed. If a lick made him this crazy, what would anything else do to him?
He noticed that grin on her face. The same as she got when she realized what to do with the item her Lucky Charm granted her. If he'd been an Akuma, Adrien would be terrified. With little warning, she took him into her mouth, and after a few moments of adjusting to his girth, she sucked. His knees nearly gave way, but his lady used her hands to pin him against the beam and hold him up, as she carefully bobbed her head, taking in his length.
Adrien hadn't yet dared to utter the truth that she had hinted to him earlier, but it slipped out now. "It feels amazing, Marinette," he gasped.
Her sucking became harder the moment he uttered her name, and it was too much. His limit spilled over and out. He came. Though it felt incredible, he had tried to pull away from her and not force her to swallow his seed. The enthusiastic woman took in all she could handle into her mouth, consuming every last drop for herself.
He couldn't deny how mind blowing his orgasm was, or how alluring the view had been. He pulled away when he softened, and leaned back against the frame, catching his breath and rode the aftermath of his high.
However, Marinette seemed to be far from done, because when she stood up, she had already pressed her body to his, and kissed him fiercely once more. He'd been taken aback, and he became stunned as she rubbed against him.
It was like a switch and the softened muscle hardened once again. She broke her kiss and moved down his throat and placed kisses along his chest the same way as earlier. It was far too much, and he had never been so aroused in his life. Something snapped in him, and Adrien grabbed her by the shoulders, and with his own power, spun her around, and pressed her against the beam just as she had done to him.
"I want to eat you," he purred. His hands caressed her breasts through her costume. "Give me a taste, Princess."
The scent of her own arousal flowed through the attire, and he sensed her own hunger. Her hand moved across her chest, and as it did, Adrien saw the faintest glimpse of her skin. She'd clearly thought of changing her outfit like he had subconsciously earlier. He reached for it, and with ease, it stretched out and he pulled it down over her breasts, exposing them to the night air.
He'd never seen such a beautiful sight in his entire life. His hands moved up and over the mounds at first, and then the digits of his fingers found the pink buds, hard and perked. She moaned low, mumbling his name under her breath. "Call me kitty," he begged. "Beg for it while calling me kitty."
He saw in her eyes there was some slight embarrassment, but she arched her back, pushing her exposed chest closer to him. "Please Kitty, have a taste."
He needed no more convincing, and he moved forward, and while still groping and massaging her breasts, he leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth.
"Ahhh," Marinette groaned.
He grinned, proud that he'd been able to get his lady to make such a sound. Adrien tested it further and gave the tiniest of nibbles, which earned him the pleasure of her grabbing either side of his head and pulling him closer. He rewarded the enthusiasm with taking in her entire nipple and sucked with a pressure he hoped wasn't hurting her.
"Kitty!" she cried. "Yes!"
For them, the masks allowed them to be far braver, just in different ways. While the miraculous didn't give them that, it was a pleasant bonus. He couldn't imagine the princess without the mask being this vocal. Or him being this playful.
He moved to the other side and repeated his same actions. More arching, and further pleas escaped her lips. And far more wetness oozed from her body. He could smell it, and it was becoming intoxicating.
Adrien barely contained himself, and he bent down and shifted between her legs. He glanced up when he found that there was no slit waiting for him. "Princesssssss," he purred. "I'd appreciate it if you'd be able to offer me a sampling."
He noticed the shyness return, but she found her way to her groin, and she traced it over. She was so aroused that even her hand movement brought her pleasure. She sighed pleasantly at her own touch. Her costume opened, and Adrien spread the fabric aside, exposing Marinette's beautiful wet folds. He grinned and licked his lips.
Adrien intended to be more playful, but the moment he tasted her, it was as if every impulse in his body erupted simultaneously, and he lost control. He had his mouth all over her, devouring her with passion.
"Oh god!" Marinette cried. The intensity became too much and to Adrien shock and pleasure, her back arched and she all but screamed as she came to climax. Her body relaxed, and Adrien meant to pull away, but the scent of her natural juices from orgasm made him hunger for her, and he needed to savour every last drop. Instantly, he returned to licking and sucking. The flavour could only be described as the nectar of the gods, and he was possibly an instant addict now.
"Oh my god," Marinette cried. "K-Kitty, I just…ahhh…please slow... oh, no!"
It came too intensely, and all Marinette managed were groans and whimpers before she reached her peak once again. Marinette needed far less time to recover, and to his surprise, Marinette had grabbed him and pulled him up to meet her. Her eyes were narrowed into a glare. "Well, now you need to take responsibility for the very end."
Adrien grinned in his very Chat Noir way. "How so, princess?"
Her arms moved around his neck, and she used one hand to guide him to her perfect ass. "When I jump up, pull me up, and take me."
Again, far more confidence brought on by the masks, but Adrien still loved it. His aching erection begged and pleaded for him to give into her demands. Adrien had no plans to do otherwise. Her other arm joined her other one, and she gave a little leap, not jumping high at all, but it was enough for him to grab her bottom, and press her against the beam, He'd held her up with ease, and with less grace than he wanted to admit, he careful positioned himself at her entrance. Except with no experience, he realized this probably wasn't the best option, but the idea of it was too powerful, and he was so glad when she offered him help, and he slowly slipped inside.
Adrien been worried about hurting her because he didn't know what he was doing, but her wetness did as it was designed and he slid into her perfectly, and he filled her to the hilt. Her warmth wrapped around him, and a bliss he'd never known permeated him. Her face was twisted into pleasure with just taking him in, but that wasn't enough.
"Please, take me," Marinette pleaded. "I've wanted this for so long."
"I dreamt of having you every way humanly possible," he groaned as he slowly pulled out of her, and readied himself to move back inside.
"Then we should explore those, and every other way possible with the miraculous," Marinette stated with confidence.
It took him by so much surprise, he almost slipped out while trying to re-enter, but he ended up stumbling enough he slammed into her. Her head flew back, and she cried. "Ahhhh," she groaned. "Again, just as hard and deep."
He did as requested, and withdrew, but when he penetrated inside once more, her hips jerked and she met him, bringing him to an even deeper depth. "Oh fuck!"
The intensity surpassed what it was like when he pleasured himself. This was far warmer, wetter, and somehow more pleasing. He needed more. And so they continued their off beaten and irregular tempo that was perfectly suited to their inexperienced selves.
Their cries of pleasures mixed and even when their lips locked in another intense kiss, messy and untamed as they were losing themselves to their building towards gratification.
"You feel so incredible," Adrien said, nearly ready to choke on his sobs of bliss.
Marinette chuckled and nodded. "Same!"
Their limit was coming to its peak, and Marinette's entire body spasmed when she did, which made her convulse and she rode that wave. A few more pumps and his own build boiled over and he came to his brink, exploding into her. His thrusts continued to be deep, but a little less fast as he lost sense of his surroundings and only focused on his lady and himself.
As it all slowed down, he captured her lips and kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of emotion into her, even as his movements eased off and eventually came to a halt. Her hands were in his hair, and her arms were still wrapped around him. Unlike earlier, his erection did not quiet down, and he remained hard. And the kiss, while intended to be sweet, fed the embers into another fire.
She broke from him when he twitched inside her, and in return, she shuddered. He watched with much amusement when she bit her bottom lip, and then her blue eyes met his. "I do not know if this is just us, or if our Miraculous is feeding this."
Adrien pulled out long enough to give her a deep, slow thrust, which made her eyeballs roll back into her head, fuelling his own pleasure. "Either way, I am far from done with you."
Marinette stared at him with her own hungry expression, and with the strength her miraculous offered her, she pushed him forward, forcing Adrien to land on his ass. He blinked, stunned for a moment, but Marinette still had him inside her, and from this position on top of him, she was in control, and she glanced at him with her classic Ladybug grin. "You say that, but it's my turn to blow your mind."
She illustrated her point by shifting her hips, taking him into her. He gasped as it surged through him, but he grinned, putting his hands on her waist. "We'll see about that."
The bag of macaroons nearby, forgotten by the two, but later would serve as a reminder of how this came to pass, and the catalyst of every uneventful future patrol turned into a passionate rendezvous.