Inside of You

By: Lara Winner

DISCLAIMER: don't own 'em.

Chapter 10: Taste pf Devotion

Sometimes it was very hard not to act like a cat.

Lying on Marinette's bed, Chat Noir was as happy as could be, rolling around in her sheets and breathing her scent as he damn near smothered himself with her pillow.

It was one thing for Adrien and his better than average sense of smell to catch a whiff of vanilla sugar when she tossed her hair or to find traces of the scent clinging to his clothing. But as Chat his senses were enhanced to the max and that meant there was more to her scent than just Marinette reminding him of warmth and sweetness.

There were nuances to her scent that his human nose could never detect, pheromones that called to him like the most alluring perfume. And then there was the mingling scent of them, the reminder of their morning together and the need inducing tease of arousal that clung to her sheets.

He kind of wanted to bottle it all up and bathe in it until the scent of her surrounded him and she was seeping from his pores.

Chat could hear the murmur of voices downstairs but he didn't listen too closely. Marinette was telling her parents about the concert and would be upstairs soon enough.

He was quite content to waller about in her sheets until then.

When Chat finally heard her footsteps approaching, he perked up, excitement coiling his gut. He'd only been waiting for this moment all damn day. Dragging himself from the heaven of her sheets, he leapt over to the chaise and perched at the ready.

As soon as Marinette came into view Chat kind of wanted to pounce. But like the good kitty he could pretend to be, he waited patiently, basking in the radiant smile she sent his way as she took in his upright ears and happily swaying tail.

Indulgently, for the both of them he suspected, Marinette came to stand before him and began scratching around his kitty ears. "How did you get here so quickly? I thought you were stopping at home first?"

"I did," he replied, the words slightly warbled by his purr as he pointed to the backpack he'd propped against the ladder that led to her bed. "I guess I was just really motivated to get here fast."

"I can't imagine why," she teased, giggling when his tail snaked around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Don't play innocent, Princess." He watched her through heavy eyes, daring her to look away. "I want to find out more about this leather kink you have," he smirked.

As Chat Noir he had never been in Marinette's presence when she was aroused and judging by the effect she was having on him, that was probably a very good thing. She was commandeering his senses. He heard the way her heartbeat accelerated. He felt the way her nails scraped the slightest bit harder. He saw the blush that stained her porcelain skin a dusty rose all the way down to her décolletage. But the scent of her, the spike in pheromones that literally had his mouth watering... yeah, she wouldn't be able to hide that no matter how hard she tried.

"That's all you hot stuff." Marinette's smile was as bold as her statement.

Tugging her closer until her knees bumped the chaise, Chat leaned in, his nose skimming along her meager bosom. "I think you're lying." To prove his point he placed a hand just above her knee and squeezed gently. Letting his touch trail upward under the hem of her dress, he was rewarded with a near silent gasp. "In fact, I know you're lying." He looked up, his smile turning feral. "I can smell it."

Marinette's face exploded with color as she squeaked and Chat laughed, his voice husky with desire. Her scent was laced with arousal and that was doing things to him, like tempting him to follow the heady fragrance down to its source... He licked his lips, the idea alone making him hard.

Marinette did promise she wouldn't stop him this time.

"How about you lock the door." He pressed a soft kiss to her flushed skin, the swell of her breasts rising against his lips as she drew in a steadying breath. "I'm about to start something you won't want interrupted."

Marinette swallowed hard, some of her bravado faltering. "O-okay."

Despite her nerves there was purposeful sway to her hips that had him following her as she moved towards the door, creeping up behind her as the lock slid into place with a dull click.

As she turned to face him, Chat pounced.

He kissed her hard, almost desperately, as his restraint crumbled, his willpower disintegrating faster than if he'd used cataclysm. Arms slipping around Marinette's waist, he pulled her flush against his chest, the hours of keeping himself in check like a good kitty having taken their toll. She was a drug that sent his head spinning and his hands clawing at the soft material of her dress to keep him grounded.

"Chat!" His name was a breathlessly muffled squeak against his lips when they finally parted for air. Marinette blinked, wide eyed and dazed but didn't hesitate to follow his lead as he urged her take tiny steps back toward the chaise, drawing her into another heated kiss.

With a gentle tug the ties of her top unraveled and Chat was as giddy as a child opening a present, just as eager and filled with excited wonder when Marinette pulled back from their kiss and grinned. She reached behind her and then her pretty little dress collapsed into a pool of green around her ankles.

Marinette was so fucking beautiful and it turned his brain to sludge every time she fearlessly bared herself to him and him alone. No one else saw this side of her and he could do nothing but take her in, his eyes roaming greedily over her perky, pink-tipped breasts and taut, flat abdomen, itching to touch every inch of her pale skin and there was so much of it when she stood before him in nothing but lacy panties and her dainty sandals.

It was obvious Chat's cool had deserted him- he was fucking gawking like an idiot- and she laughed, placing one hand on her hip as she tried to be coy, but the blush was spreading like a fever over her skin and the way her eyes remained shy and glued to his chin played his heartstrings with an aching sweetness.

Mustering up her bravado under his awed stare, Marinette quipped, "Cat got your tongue?"

On the contrary, Chat knew exactly where he wanted his tongue and his hands and his...

Sucking in a breath, drowning in her scent, he stepped closer, clutching her delicately rounded hips as he sank to his knees and tucked his face against her stomach. Marinette's fingers carding through his hair as he dropped a kiss just above her navel. She gasped when he nipped lightly, her legs wobbling. "Maybe you should sit down," he laughed, his voice strained and feel every beat of his hammering pulse right down to his balls.

She tweaked his ear. "Maybe you should quit teasing me already."

"I'm trying to spoil you, Princess," he replied lightly, guiding her down to the chaise. She watched him with curious eyes as he cast her dress aside and then unbuckled her sandals, ever mindful of his claws.

There wasn't much room to maneuver on the narrow lounge chair and Marinette seemed to be reading his mind when she scooted back as far as she could, spreading her knees to give him space to crawl in between. Her arms locked around his shoulders, her mouth offering him a taste of heaven as she kissed him with building urgency, pressing herself into him everywhere their bodies touched.

Chat wondered if the leather-ish texture of his suit felt nice against her bare skin, because aside from the crush of her lips and the weight of her embrace, he couldn't feel her warm softness since the suit was too protective and that really sucked. He lived for the feel of her skin against his. Not that it stopped him from running his hands up her sides to cup and knead her perfectly lovely tits. She shivered, from his touch or the cool material, he couldn't tell.

"Kitty…"

"I want to go down on you," he panted, leaning back from her soul stealing lips with effort, "but I won't if you're uncomfortable about it."

A fresh wave of pink flooded her cheeks at his boldness but otherwise Marinette didn't waver. "I trust you with all of me," she said simply.

And that was a precious honor Chat would never take for granted, in or out of the suit.

"I love you." The words slipped out as easy as breathing and he'd be lying if he said the adoring look on her gorgeous face wasn't sexy as fuck, if it didn't make him want her all that much more.

Inspired, he dipped his head to taste the lovely curve of her neck and Marinette gasped, "Love you..."

How was it possible for her to be so sensitive? He was barely touching her, shifting his precarious position to move lower, letting his lips kiss a path over her collarbone and down to the delectable swell of her breast and her back was already arching, her chest pressing up to his mouth even as her hands fisted in his disheveled hair. A shiver danced through her muscles when he teased her nipple, sucking and nippling ever so lightly with his teeth. She crooned softly and it was music to his ears, a siren's song set to the percussion of her pounding heart.

Nuzzling her cleavage, Chat breathed deep, taking in as much of her scent as he could, marveling at how the evidence of her desire served to stoke his own blistering inferno.

Her scent...

He dragged his lips southward, mouthing and nipping across the lithe slope of her stomach, his insides tangling into one big Gordian knot of anticipation and performance anxiety as his trail of kisses came to the waistband of her panties.

Chat looked up, the question written in his smirk as he popped the elastic band gently against her hip. Marinetted nodded, or the approximation of it since she'd become slouched down into a position that could not be comfortable... actually he wasn't very comfortable either, half hanging off the damn chaise as he was. Readjusting, he kneeled on the floor, leaning over the chair at his waist. Grasping her hips, he tugged Marinette down until she was lying flat on her back, legs draping over the sides of the chaise. That was much better. This new position gave him access to everything.

Marinette was watching him with dark eyes, worrying her lip between her teeth.

Was she nervous?

Strangely, that thought was enough to give him a bit of courage. It wasn't like he could fuck this up, right? As long as he didn't use his teeth... she's not a chew toy, jackass …

He shoved the thought away and removed her panties slowly. Marinette's neatly trimmed pussy wasn't exactly a surprise. He'd seen his share of porn, hell he'd even seen his share of naked models behind the scenes at fashion shows, he knew what her parts were supposed to look like. And yet it was amazing how intimidating her glistening pink folds could be when he wasn't sure where to start.

Was there a certain etiquette for eating out your girlfriend? Was foreplay mandatory? Did he just shove his face in and go to town?

Marinette wasn't watching anymore. She was the color of a plum with her wrist draped over her clenched eyes, her body taught as a bow string and entirely too rigid for his liking. Foreplay it was, then.

Starting at her knee Chat began with kisses. Soft, sweet little pecks that tickled her skin and earned him a jittery giggle from the object of his affections. On the opposite side he ran his palm up and down her thigh, in what he hoped was a soothing gesture. The higher he trailed his eager lips the more intoxicating she became and he was drunk on her, greedily drinking in her scent to savor the deliciously painful way it made him ache.

Sucking the skin of her inner thigh sharply, he chuckled as Marinette jerked with a muffled squeak. Her fingers carding through his hair only encouraged him to keep going. Her hips shifted restlessly as he bit lightly, blooms of red contrasting against her paleness like spots.

"Kitty..." She wriggled her hips impatiently.

There was no reason to rush. Chat wanted Marinette relaxed and she was nearly there. He could afford to take his time and play with her. His smarting erection wasn't going anywhere and if he could muster up some restraint then she could too.

"My Bugaboo needs her spots," he laughed, switching his attention to her other leg and leisurely pausing to leave another mark.

Marinette groaned. "You're a tease."

"I'm only a tease if I don't follow through."

She hummed, fairly squirming as he trailed his mouth higher, so close to where she was wet for him that he could almost feel her desperation. When he nipped the tender skin at the junction of her hip, her legs spread wide, her backside lifting off the chaise as she tugged on his hair.

Marinette was ready, needy even, and that was his cue.

Slowly, for the sake of her nerves as well as his own, Chat pressed a simple kiss to her pussy, giving her a chance to adjust. Marinette's breathing stuttered to a stop but she didn't flinch away so he kissed her again, this time darting his tongue out. She tasted like sex and something uniquely her, not bad per se, just different. Curiously he delved deeper, slipping between her outer lips. He was rewarded with a choked gasp and that spurred his confidence like nothing else.

It proved hard for Marinette to remain still as he explored this new territory, utterly fascinated with how delicately soft she felt and the way her sickness coated his tongue. Using his thumbs to part her folds, he began licking in earnest.

There was a learning curve to this experience, a determination on his part to find out exactly what she liked best. So he paid attention.

Marinette sighed when used the pad of his tongue in broad, steady strokes, whimpering a little when he hit her clit. She bucked her hips and gasped when he swirled around the bundle of nerves but cringed away with a shaky laugh when he lapped it directly. Then she choked on a gasp when he flicked his tongue back and forth, her thighs trembling. Jackpot. He knew he could get her to cum if he kept doing that.

But Chat wasn't done playing yet.

There was a startling contrast to giving pleasure as opposed to receiving. Mutual orgasms were lovely and definitely one of his favorite things but there was something to be said about making Marinette the center of his attention. It added a whole new layer the moment when he could focus entirely on his amazingly gorgeous girlfriend and not end up distracted with getting off as well.

He loved her, especially like this, open and vulnerable with everything he had focused on her and her alone.

Curious, he sucked gently on her clit and she squeaked, squirming away.

"You don't like that?"

Marinette's nose wrinkled. "Not so much."

"Duly noted." Deciding to try something he'd overheard in the locker room, he traced the tip of his tongue in the shape of a star over her clit. She sighed, shifting closer again and he grinned. "How about that?"

"Much bett-" her words cut off with a gasp as he pressed the flat of his tongue to her sensitive nub and purred. He wondered if the vibration would carry through and judging from the way she squirmed he'd take that as a yes.

But even with porn and trash talk from the guys for reference, he was running out of ideas. There was only so many ways he could stimulate her, right? Maybe he should finger her too? He'd seen that done in every girl on girl video. Seemed worth a try.

Then he remembered, claws idiot .

Okay, so no fingers. But... there were ways around that.

Sliding his palms under Marinette's ass, he lifted her hips just enough so he could angle farther down and slip his tongue inside. She tensed for a second, her grip tightening on his hair as her thighs clamped around his head but the way she tried to press his face closer told him that it was definitely not a bad thing. But with this new position his face was literally buried in her pussy.

It wouldn't be entirely metaphorical to say he was drowning in her. Slickness was all over everything; smeared on his chin, his cheeks, her thighs, matting her short curls and kind of going up his nose where it was tucked against her clit. So maybe the mechanics of it all wasn't sexy but quiet little news and whimpers she was making as she grinded against his face had his dick jealous for attention.

But he could wait a little longer. His Lady would always come first, as it should be.

Driving his tongue as deep as it would go, he drew back and worked it back in, a pale imitation of what he wanted to do to her with his cock. He swallowed all of her that he could, the filthy sounds of slippery flesh sucking and sliding echoing in tandem with soft gasping cries.

"Please," she panted, unconsciously yanking his hair as she arched into his mouth, "pleasepleasepleaseplease..."

He didn't want to be done but his aching jaw said otherwise and Marinette was asking so nicely it was impossible to say no...

Focusing on her clit, Chat lashed his tongue back and forth, alternating with wide swirls. He held her waist steady and let the purr rumble forth, grinning when her muscles began quivering. She keened and that's what he was after, that high pitched whine when barely above a whisper could still grab him by the balls. He didn't let up the assault; C um for me, baby, a mantra in his head like a fervent prayer because the only religion he'd ever needed was her love.

When she tensed, her back arching as she crooned his name, he could honestly say there were very few things he'd seen in his life that were more beautiful than Marinette falling apart under his touch.

It took a moment for her legs to release their grip and even longer for her breathing to steady. With his chin resting on her lower belly, Chat was contented to watch her awareness return, grinning with all the self satisfaction he felt and not bothering to tone it down even as her bluebell eyes narrowed playfully.

"You look so smug right now," she laughed lazily.

"And...?" He pecked a kiss just below her navel. "I think I've earned the right to gloat, Princess."

"That was nice," she agreed with a sigh, flushed and boneless.

His grin widened. "Just nice?"

"Words are failing me. Maybe I should show you?"

His stomach tightened pleasantly. "Yes please."

Marinette shifted to sit up and he tried not to chuckle at her odd expression as she took in the wet spot on the chaise. Then she looked at him and her nose wrinkled. "Your face is a mess," she pointed out.

"I like my face the way it is," he teased, giving her a megawatt pout as he sat up as well. She shoved his shoulder and he laughed. "Oh, you mean the mess you made all over my face."

She rolled her eyes, her cheeks going scarlet.

"I'm pretty sure I got the idea from you," he said, all too happy to remind her. He leaned in for a kiss but her palm shot him down real quick when she pushed his face away.

"You are not kissing me with that all over!"

"Seriously?"

His partner glared imperiously back. "At least wipe it off or something."

Geez. Who'd have thought she'd be so squeamish of her own bodily fluids?

Chat looked around for something but aside from her dress which would not go over well and her panties which would defeat the purpose, there wasn't anything he could use. There was always his shirt...

"I'm going to lose the suit. I apologize in advance for whatever Plagg is going to say." Because the furball was going to say something. Adrien wasn't the only one who could be a little shit. He waited until Marinette pulled her knees to her chest before muttering, "Claws out."

True to form, Plagg hovered in the air, looking back and forth between the two with sleepy eyes. The kwami held out his paw and Adrien dutifully handed over the cheese. Then Plagg smirked. "Told you you'd thank me later."

When Marinette arched a brow in question, Adrien swatted at Plagg who zipped away to Tikki's nest with an unrepentant cackle.

"He picked out this shirt. That gives him bragging rights apparently," Adrien explained, rubbing the back of his neck. Funny how some of his cockiness disappeared with the leather get up.

"Good choice." Her admission was soft, half hidden behind her knees. A faint snicker came from the direction of Marinette's desk.

Choosing not to encourage his kwami, Adrien slipped off his shirt and scrubbed his face vigorously. When he finally tossed it aside static had his hair sticking up in every direction which sent Marinette into a fit of giggles.

"Comere you," he growled playfully as he grasped her ankles and pulled her closer.

Or rather, that was his intention, but of course Marinette started kicking which offset his balance and toppled him forward on top of his squirming girlfriend. There was no way to brace himself from falling so he leaned to the side, unsure of what exactly he was hoping to do, though it probably wasn't to lose the fight with gravity and slide off the chaise taking Marinette with him in a tangle of bare skin and awkward limbs.

"Shit! Ow!" he yelped, wincing at the same time Marinette let out a very cat like hiss. Bracing his weight, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Floor is cold," Marinette replied from where she was wedged beneath him. "Are you okay?"

"I knocked my elbow on the way down."

"You know," she started, slipping her arms around his neck with a wide grin, "when you said you wanted to go down on me I didn't think you meant literally."

Adrien didn't see how she could be comfortable between him and the wood floor but she wasn't trying to move so... he went with it. "There's something about you I fall for every time."

Marinette's grin widened, delightfully unimpressed. "I thought cats always landed on their feet?"

"Soft, cuddly, naked girlfriends are acceptable as well."

"Wow. I've been objectified as a human landing mat."

"Yes, but your my human landing mat," he reasoned sagely. "I promise I won't land on anyone else while they're naked."

"I should hope not," she laughed, rolling her eyes for good measure. "I swear, only you can be so sweet yet so weird. And speaking of weird, I feel weird being the only one naked and the floor is freezing so how about we continue this in my bed?"

Adrien hated to lose the warmth of her against him but she was right, her bed was beckoning and it was swiftly becoming one of his favorite places to be. "I'm down with that."

"Actually," she said coyly, melting him with the way she blinked her bluebell eyes prettily, "what I have in mind will work much better if you're up for it."

"That's definitely not a problem," he quipped.

With cat-like grace, Adrien shot to his feet and hoisted Marinette over his shoulder in one fluid motion, shushing her through his laughter as she tried her best to muffle her startled shriek behind her hand. "I've got you," he promised, making sure he had a secure hold on her thighs before giving a quick kiss to her hip and taking the ladder two at a time.

Marinette landed on her bed with a bounce, quickly scrambling to her knees to make room. Adrien kicked off his shoes then let her guide him closer by his belt loops, not at all self conscious as her eyes lingered hot and curious on the tenting action going on beneath the black denim.

There was no keeping his hands off of her, his fingers digging into her rounded bottom to hold her closer, and then she was kissing him, stealing his thoughts with her clever lips. Only for his brain to turn to mush when she deftly removed his belt, tossing it over the railing without a care as she moved on to his button and zipper.

Adrien's heart thumped with painfully acute anticipation as his jeans went slack, sliding low on his hips.

Marinette leaned back, just enough to glide her touch up the defined planes of his chest, her hands coming to settle on his shoulders. "Lay down," she ordered, her tone a dangerous interweaving of sass and want that made it impossible for him to deny her anything, "It's my turn to play with you.

Doing as told, he relaxed against her fluffy cat pillow (the irony was not lost on him) more than content to let Marinette have her fun.

First thing to hit the floor was his socks. He he had to lift his ass so she could shimmy his jeans down his legs, then that too went over the railing and far away.

She hesitated, her fingers resting on the waistband of his boxers, staring at the dark gray cotton as if it held an akuma that she needed to figure out as she worried her lip absently. Her reserve was classic Marinette behavior, but then her eyes narrowed in determination and Ladybug was smirking down at him, swift and efficient in pulling his boxers down his hips.

Free from the confines of restrictive material, his little buddy twitched.

Marinette clapped a hand over her mouth trying to stifle her snicker. "It moved."

Adrien bit back a laugh. "Must be excited." He made it twitch again.

"Oh god..." she mumbled, her expression somewhere between amused and worried, "Did you know it could do that? Because I did not know it could do that."

"It's happy."

Marinette gave him the look. "Are you wagging your penis at me?"

Tentatively, she reached to touch it, her fingertips just grazing to head when he made it jump again. She snatched her hand back with a surprised eep.

It was damn near impossible to keep a straight face as he tensed his muscles and made it bobb faster. "Wow. Now it's dancing. See?"

If Marinette saw he did not see because she lobbed a pillow right in his face.

"Stop making it move!" She cried, falling into another fit of giggles.

He pulled the offending pillow from obscuring the delightful view of Marinette's perfect breasts. "It has a mind of its own."

"Like your tail?"

"Okay," he conceded, "the tail really does do its own thing."

"I don't know..." Her doubtful tone was belied by her wide grin as she ran the tip of her index finger up along the side of his aching cock. The fleeting contact sent a sweet tingle up his spine. "I think you enjoy being a bad kitty."

Well, she certainly wasn't wrong about that.

"But you love it," he teased, urging her closer as his touch gravitated toward her happy handfuls, the gentle weight of them stoking the decadent heat coiling in his gut.

"Ah, ah, ah," she tisked, impishly pushing his hands away and pinning his wrists to the bed. "Don't move, okay. I don't want you distracting me."

More than willing to be her personal plaything if it meant she'd touch him again, Adrien tucked his hands beneath the cat pillow and beamed. "Do your worst, Bugaboo."

It wasn't until the gauntlet was thrown and his bold words hung in the air between them that Adrien realized he may have gotten in over his head.

"Ooh, I do love a good challenge," Marinette agreed. The devilish sparkle in her eye only made him burn hotter.

Fingers greedy and curious, Marinette let them roam down his biceps and over his pectorals, tracing the lines of his muscles, feather light and leaving a scorched trail in their wake. She flicked his nipple playfully and he jerked away from the ticklish feeling but then sucked in a breath sharply when she lightly scraped her nails causing his skin to tingle.

Her explorations moved lower, palms splayed over his side as his heart pounded out a rhythm reserved for her and her alone. It was sweet torture to watch her with pink dusted across her cheeks, nibbling her bottom lip and not be able kiss her. Even more, to feel the inviting warmth of her skin but only in the places where she touched him.

He nearly arched toward her as she teased over his abs and along the v of his hips, taking her time as she made him squirm, playing with the golden hairs trailing down from his navel and seemingly in no hurry to reach where he needed her attention the most.

He was tempted to ask nicely. Fuck, he was so hard and ready that she wouldn't have to give it much effort. As lame as that probably was, he honestly didn't fucking care.

Need roaring in his blood, his breath caught as her thumb brushed against the base of his shaft, but then she moved away and smiled innocently.

"Now who's the tease," he grunted, willing himself not to blow his load the second she actually followed through.

"But you love it," she winked, throwing his own words back at him, and... well, she wasn't wrong. He loved all of her, even when she was tying him up in wicked knots-

And then she just had to pat his dick ever so gently on the head because... really? Okay, so yeah his dick was a good boy, loyal and faithful and only chasing after her pussy in particular, but... a pat on the head. That's all? Didn't it, at the very least, deserve a good rub down?

As if she could read his thoughts, Marinette met his eyes with a flaming face and a helpless shrug. "I'm not sure how to start this. Should I just grab it?"

"Here," he offered, finding her uncertainty endearingly sexy, "I'll show you." Lacing his fingers with hers, he guided her to start at the head and use the pre-cum leaking from the tip to help slide her grip down and then move up again with firm pressure.

After a few strokes Adrien shoved his hand back under the cat pillow, both fists clutching for dear life at the stuffed feline because there really was no right or wrong way to do this and the fact that she was touching him at all was pretty fucking amazing. Add to that the slow and steady friction as she worked his cock and he was losing control faster than he could call up a cataclysm.

When he groaned Marinette looked up questioningly. "Is this okay?

He could only nod, chanting piano chords in his head, desperate for a distraction from the shooting sparks of pleasure twisting his gut, his balls tight and tingling every time she jostled them on the down stroke.

Fuckfuckfuck ... he was not going to hold out at this rate.

"How about this?" She asked, pumping him faster. He tried to say yes but what came out of his mouth sounded more like a garbled whine than actual words and he could hear Marinette's smug grin even with his eyes screwed shut. "Are you close?"

He nodded again, his hips rising into her touch without conscious directive on his part.

Then she stopped.

Just. Fucking. Stopped.

Adried sucked in a breath, fully prepared to beg if that was what she wanted, only to let it out in a surprised whoosh as wet warmth enveloped him. His eyes shot open and his heart beat kicked up like a revving engine at the sight of Marinette's pink lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

Asdfghjkk...

The ability to think was gone. Words were gone. Reality...

Reality was her mouth taking him in as far as she could until he damn near hit the back of her throat. His world had shrunk to nothing more than the gentle suction pulling at his cock as her tongue dragged along the sensitive underside. His universe was galaxies exploding to life behind his eyelids because as much as he wanted to watch, his girl was sugary sweet with a pornstar mouth and she felt too fucking good and he wanted it to last just a little longer.

Then she did a swirly thing with her tongue and it was game over. He managed to choke out a warning, barely giving her time to pull away before his orgasm hit hard and fast, leaving him a spent and panting mess.

"Holy fuck." Yep. That about summed it up.

"Its... sticky," came Marinette's hesitant reply.

Cracking an eye open, Adrien watched his girlfriend open and close her fingers as she examined his semen with a critical eye. He wondered if she realized there was some on her chin and more splashed on her collarbone.

Wincing, he motioned to her neck area. "Um... you got a little jiz..."

Marinette tried looking down to where he pointed but unable to see she swiped at her neck instead and cringed. "Eww."

Giving into his laughter, Adrien sat up and used his discarded boxers to help Marinette clean up, getting at the spots she couldn't see to reach. Every time she made a face, he laughed harder.

"It isn't that funny."

"Oh yes it is," he disagreed, wiping his eyes in between chuckles and landing a peck on her nose for good measure.

"You don't find this embarrassing at all?" She retorted incredulously.

He really didn't. Maybe it was the years of modeling or maybe it was just a guy versus girl thing, he wasn't sure, so he answered her candidly. "Not really. Getting off is messy business. If you're not sweaty, sticky and lying in a wet spot afterward then you didn't do it right."

"My inner overachiever is strangely comforted by that statement," Marinette snarked with a roll of her eyes, a small smile playing about her lips.

"Good because I love you and there's no reason for you to be embarrassed around me." He smoothed her hair back behind her ear, the tenderness he felt for getting the best of him.

"I know and I love you too," she replied, leaning in to kiss him sweetly.

The tension in her slight frame wilted away as he laid them down and gathered her close, always wanting her closer, the touch-starved part of him never close enough. Snuggling into her warmth, Adrien propped his head up on one hand. "I'm not really tired," he remarked innocently.

Marinette hummed in agreement. "Me either."

Resting his other hand on her lower belly, he started rubbing soothing circles. "Not feeling video games though."

She was silent for a moment, considering him curiously. "We could watch a movie?"

He slid his hand lower, smirking. "Do you really want to watch a movie?"

Marinette's gaze darted down to his lips, her own quirking upward at the corners. "No."

"I have an idea," he said, his shit-eating grin wide enough to split his cheeks as his blood began to heat, "Lets see how many times I can make you cum."

As Adrien's fingertips teased her damp curls Marinette's legs fell open, her eyelids fluttering shut. "Okay," she sighed, offering herself up to the devoted attention he intended to lavish on her until she begged him to stop.

A.N. - Hey guys! I'm really sorry you've had to wait so long for this chapter. The holidays kicked my ass this year and I fully intended to have this up before xmas but as you can see, that did not happen.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this bit of silliness. I was aiming for a more intense overall feel but let's face it, these two dorks are going to have fun in the bedroom and they're going to laugh at themselves and each other because that's just their dynamic. Trying to change that wasn't working.

This chapter is a bit shorter than the rest but the next two scenes kind of go hand in hand and to add them here would have make the chapter ridiculously long. So instead I give you the gift of smut. Next time back to our regularly scheduled plot (and more smut eventually).

Until next time, peace out!