Adrien's room was thick with the remnants of confessions and a lingering feeling of finality. He had just broken up with Kagami a few hours prior, their relationship having run its course.
Marinette had come to check up on him in the wake of the breakup. It was the right thing to do, and she cared deeply about her friends, especially in these types of emotionally fraught situations. Adrien especially, as he was her closest friend, bound by secrets that they both had to keep from everyone around them for their own safety and the safety of Paris and all of reality. Tonight was a stark reminder of the things those secrets could cost them.
She had visited Kagami first. She'd offered awkward condolences and reassurances over tea at the Tsurugi estate.
Kagami was stoic as always, her voice steady and strong, but her eyes told a different story. They shone with a vulnerability that Marinette hadn't expected to ever see. "It's for the best," Kagami had said, her tone unwavering. "We were not a good match. We had so much in common on paper, but that didn't translate to the real world. We were simply too different to succeed together, it's nobody's fault." Marinette nodded along with her words, her stomach twisting itself into knots in guilt for the secrets that had to be kept from Kagami, knowing that she never truly got a fair shot at her relationship with such a secret hanging over it like the executioner's axe. Add on top of that all of the things that were expected of Adrien, fencing, piano, chinese, modelling, and attending frequent events representing Agreste Fashions. That's not even mentioning his hero responsibilities. It was clear the relationship was doomed from the start
The conversation fizzled out after that, the weight of Kagami's words and Marinette's guilt plunging them into an uncomfortable silence. Marinette made her excuses a few minutes of silence later and made a hasty exit.
By the time Marinette knocked on Adrien's window, the sun had dipped below the horizon to cast golden rays of light through them. He turned and saw her silhouette against the setting sun and walked over to unlatch a window and let her in. He wore a tired smile as she entered his room, his hair dishevelled as if he had been running his hands through it, his emerald gaze lacking its usual spark. "Marinette? Why are you here?" He asked as she de-transformed in a shower of pink sparks.
"I…heard about you and Kagami. I wanted to swing by and check on you, see if you're doing okay." She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her heart pounding in her chest. Being alone with him always made her feel like this, like her heart was going to jump out of her chest at any second and present itself to him on a silver platter to do with as he wished, whether that be to treasure it or to throw it away.
He turned and began walking towards his bed, her following behind him. "Yeah…I'm okay. It was mutual. We both knew things weren't working out between us."
They sat on the edge of his bed, the massive room feeling so small when they were in such close proximity. Plagg was off somewhere in the room, likely gorging himself on his cheese stash. Tikki had likely grabbed some sweets from her purse to recharge on and joined him. They were likely trying to give them privacy for this conversation.
Marinette sat in silence, just listening, as he vented about the responsibilities levied on him by his father, how his superhero responsibilities cut into what little free time he had to spend with others, how he and Kagami clashed on some fundamental levels that couldn't be ignored. "I thought it would be easier, like the movies. But real life is much messier. Secrets, personality differences, and the weight of expectations all require a delicate balance that I couldn't maintain. When I could no longer juggle them, something had to collapse, and there was only one of those I could afford to let crumble. I just wish Kagami hadn't got caught in the wreckage."
Marinette placed a hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You aren't alone, Adrien. Nino, Alya, and the rest of our class will be right there with you every step of the way. So will I. You will always have me."
Their eyes met, and something shifted between them. There was a tension in the air, heavy and tense, filled with something that had remained unspoken for years. Stolen glances, accidental touches, and adrenaline-filled moments during Akuma battles. Adrien turned his hand over, interlacing their fingers. "You've always been there for me, Marinette, more than I deserve."
"You deserve everything, Adrien." Her cheeks flushed a deep cherry red as she whispered those words.
He leaned in, hesitating for just a moment to search her eyes for permission. When she didn't pull away he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, soft and warm, gentle. Something sparked within them, a hunger that had been suppressed for far too long. Marinette placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
This was wrong, and she knew it. Adrien and Kagami had just broken up, and being Adrien's potential rebound wasn't fair to any of them. She didn't care. He was too kind, too beautiful, too good for her to regret this. His scent invaded her nostrils, woodsy with a hint of Camembert, something so uniquely him.
Marinette shifted, climbing into his lap to straddle him as their kiss grew more frantic. Adrien's hands were mapping her body with a desperation that made her shiver in anticipation. He traced the swell of her breasts over her shirt, pulled her closer with his hands on her hips, slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt. His hands went up her shirt and under her bra. Then, his hands were on her bare skin, warm and electrifying.
He pulled off her shirt, breaking their kiss. The cool air of his room hit her, but his heated gaze warmed her up. They stare at each other in awe, breaths mingling, admiring each other's dishevelled states. His beautiful green eyes practically drug her under, a wave of desire encompassing her.
His hands went to her back, caressing the soft skin reverently. "You're unbelievably beautiful, Marinette," he whispered, moving his hands slowly and savoring every inch of skin they touched.
A soft moan escaped her lips at his touch, his hands leaving a trail of heat as if a fire had been ignited along her skin. A hand traveled down to the top of her skirt. He looked at her, asking for approval to continue his descent. She could see his desire swimming in those emerald pools.
Desire for her.
She eagerly nodded her head, but he didn't continue. "Speak please, Princess. I need to hear you say it." His voice was commanding, almost a growl, an echo of his Chat Noir persona, mixed with something heavier.
"Yes," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of desire and anticipation.
His hand moved down to her thigh, sliding underneath her skirt. His fingers met her panties and brushed them aside. His fingers traveled up and down her moist slit, light as a feather, gathering her wetness. His fingers finally came to a stop at her entrance, using her juices to slowly insert one, drawing a gasp from her. The sensation was overwhelming, intimate. He pushed his finger deeper, drawing a loud moan from her as her back arched in pleasure, her body rubbing against his. Adrien let out a groan at her reaction, the sound reverberating through her body. "You're so wet, Princess. How badly do you want me?" he whispered into her ear, his breath ghosting over her ear and drawing out a shiver of pleasure. His voice was coated in his need for her.
Marinette could only nod and gasp for breath, words failing her as pleasure built up in her, ready to push her over the edge.
"Use your words, Princess," Adrien chided, his fingers slowing just enough to drive her mad.
"Desperately. I want you desperately! I need you desperately!" she whimpered, her voice cracking.
"That's my girl," he said, fingers moving deeper, faster. Her moans continued to grow in volume, echoing in the vast space of his room as ecstasy rushed through her veins. She reached her climax quickly, her body shuddering into a boneless heap in his arms.
"Damn, Princess. If I can send you over the edge so quickly with just my fingers…I wonder just how quickly you'll come undone when I insert something a bit more significant into you…" he said, eyes clouded over and voice husky.
The thought sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine and drew a moan of pleasure from her, her body still sensitive in the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Awww, do you want me inside of you?" he teased, nipping at her earlobe, his hot breath washing over her ear.
She nodded eagerly.
"I need you to beg first," he whispered into her ear, breath hot against her skin.
"P-please," she gasped out, hands clutching his shirt desperately. "I w-want you, i-inside. Please!"
That was all the encouragement he needed. He hurriedly removed his pants, his modelling experience coming in useful for quick undressing. Once his pants had been discarded, he pulled down her skirt and panties in one quick, seamless, movement. He then dropped his boxers, his eyes never leaving hers. His gaze held an intensity he seldom exhibited.
"Take it. All of it," he said before entering her. The sudden fullness, different from her dildo in so many ways, made her cry out in pleasure.
She screamed his name, again and again, uncaring of who might hear. She screamed until she felt her vocal cords protest.
He thrust in and out, his pace building as they came close to the edge. Sparks of pleasure danced through their bodies, clouding their minds.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he entered her over and over, stretching her to her limits, reaching her deepest depths. Her body responded to him as if it were made for this, to devoting itself to him. All she wanted was him, inside her, filling the void that had existed inside her for so long.
When she felt him begin swelling inside her, her legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist, preventing him from separating them. "Inside! Please!" She cried out, begging him to come undone with her.
At the sound of her pleas, he gripped her hips tight and pushed his hips against hers. He could feel his seed entering her depths, her pussy beginning to milk him just seconds after.
As they lay tangled in the sheets afterwards, Adrien pulled her close. His fingers traced a pattern across her bare back, lazy and soft. "Marinette…that was…"
"Incredible," she finished. With the lust that had previously clouded her mind now clear, she asked the question that now weighed on her, voice soaked in doubt. "Adrien, is this okay? I mean, you and Kagami…"
He tilted her head up, brushing aside her hair and leaving a kiss on her forehead. "Kagami and I are over. This, us, feels right. Doesn't it?
It did. It really, really did.