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A/N: Hello lovelies!! I couldn't mention this in the other chapter because the authors note was long enough so I'll put it here!
When I drafted this book, there were short chapters regarding the other characters ie, Kagami, Luka, Chloe etc that were simple and to the point but taken out because at the time I felt like they were essentially useless and wouldn't attract readers but I'm questioning them. I figured it would be neat to have much more depth to the supporting characters in this story. They'll be in chronological order with the rest of the chapters but I'll consider them a little bit as a bonus as they were "deleted scenes"
Would you guys mind if I add them? That is if you don't mind longer stories.
Without further ado, this chapter contains EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
If you aren't comfortable with any of these elements just don't read. Please do not comment that you won't read because its unnecessary. Just don't read.
The story is rated M and has mature themes, if you are uncomfortable with mature themes you probably shouldn't be reading it anyway.
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She couldn't stop thinking about it.
It didn't matter how hard she tried. Since she had returned from her brunch with Chloe, Marinette couldn't shake this feeling that she somehow ruined Alya's life. Of course, it was a given that Alya would be an amazing mother, but she worried her friend would resent her child. If that outcome were true, then Marinette would be responsible for ruining two lives. She didn't know how she could be so cruel and selfish.
Marinette had agreed to help prepare some of the sweets for Alya's planned baby shower and even though they haven't gathered enough details for the official event yet but she wanted to at least make a few test cupcakes for practice.
She hadn't baked since the very last time she lived with her parents longtime. She was afraid of losing her mojo. She needed to brush up on her knowledge of sweets. If she wanted to make it up to Alya, she needed something extraordinary, something that would knock her socks off.
Marinette had already taken a shower earlier in the day, but the amount of flour she got on herself was making her a little itchy. She had finished icing the cupcakes and even though they seemed decent, she couldn't help but to feel like they weren't good enough.
She attempted to rub her forehead with the back of her hand, but only failed greatly when she ended up smearing some yellow icing all across her skin. Marinette whimpered, feeling completely deflated as it just wasn’t turning out right.
Nothing she did was turning out right. It was driving her insane.
Marinette glanced down at the kitchen table, her head hanging low in defeat. She closed her eyes, her heart squeezing in her chest as she was ready to just call it a night and be done with it.
"I always seem to catch you at a bad time." Adrien's voice emanated from behind her, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.
Marinette didn't have time to worry about her sweaty brow, her smeared iced skin or even the flour that stuck to her cheeks.
She was more worried at the fact that she had been so focused on wallowing in her own self-pity that she failed to hear Adrien enter their home.
It could have been a burglar who came to kidnap her and she wouldn't have even noticed it.
The young woman exhaled, figuring that even kidnapping wasn't a good enough punishment for what she had done to Alya.
"Y-Yeah, I guess I lost my baking prowess. I need to figure out how to get into the swing of things but I have so much on my mind." Marinette murmured, turning to pull out the kitchen island bar stool so that she could plop herself on to it.
Adrien set his keys on the table and he slipped his hands into his pockets. He casually moved over towards the island counter, leaning onto it so that he was closer to Marinette. A look of concern etched onto his features as he always felt sad seeing Marinette so down.
He gulped, his heart squeezing in his chest as he couldn't help but to notice how cute her pink shorts hugged her body. He wanted to mentally slap himself for thinking something so inappropriate for a tender time like this.
It almost made him flustered. No one else made him feel so unfortified. He was sure of it.
"What's on your mind? Do you think you'd feel better if you talked about it?" Adrien suggested, eventually pulling out another barstool so that he could take a seat beside her.
Marinette pressed her lips together, her heart doing flips inside of her chest the moment Adrien reached over and took her hand into his. A small blush dusted across her freckled cheeks and Marinette caught her breath as Adrien moved her closer to him.
She blinked, her lips trembling as she wanted to focus on Adrien's sweet gesture, but the unnecessary guilt began to consume her once more.
"I got Alya pregnant." Marinette sighed, not thinking twice about what she meant to say or at least giving the backstory.
Adrien furrowed his brow, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand as he glanced away. Her words weren't settling, and Adrien knew there was something he wasn't told.
"So...Nino isn't the father?" Adrien mused with a teasing chuckle. "I always thought that you didn’t have the right necessities to uh...impregnate women." He replied, a small blush brewing across his cheeks.
Of course he had his hands between her legs the night prior, so he knew that couldn't be the case, but he couldn't help himself.
Marinette reached up, rubbing her cheek with her free hand with a bashful glance. She inwardly smacked herself as she set herself up with that one. She sighed, shaking her head lightly before she glanced up at him.
"I-It’s nothing. Don't worry about it." She murmured, her voice trailing off.
Adrien squeezed her hand, chuckling softly as he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her skin.
"Look, I'm sure there was a story behind whatever you just said. You know you're welcome to talk to me whenever you need me. I won't make you talk about something you're uncomfortable with, but I can assure you that you can trust me."
Marinette parted her lips, the blush on her freckled cheeks growing even darker as Adrien pressed kisses to each knuckle of her hand.
Her heart thumped inside of her chest, and she could hear it in her ears. Marinette gulped, almost immediately realising what a mess she was with flour and icing on her skin. She almost wanted to hop off her chair and run to the bathroom to shower.
"Whatever it is you're going through, it's going to be fine." Adrien assured, reaching over to lightly brush his thumb across her cheek. His digit swiped across her skin, removing some flour away from the freckles that decorated her flushed skin.
Marinette offered him a shy smile, inhaling and holding it inside of her cheeks before she breathed out.
"I guess you're right." She murmured, soon biting her lip as the sticky residue of the icing had started to become uncomfortable. "I should get a shower. I got more of the cupcakes on me than in me."
Marinette snorted, realising that it sounded more funny inside of her head rather than out loud. She shook her head, her heart squeezing in her chest as she simply just wanted to run for the hills.
Adrien kept her hand in his, unable to let her go. He had so many things in his mind and he had been running through different scenarios on his way home from seeing Kagami.
He had some time to think to himself about the many situations that transpired between him and Marinette, and there was one thing he knew for certain.
Adrien could not forget about the moment he and Marinette shared inside of the shower. They had both explored each others bodies, they locked lips passionately, held each other under the heat of the shower and Adrien vividly recalled releasing his sexual tension onto her stomach.
He remembered how soft she felt underneath his fingers, and he could still hear her soft cries when he touched her in places that he knew she liked.
He was desperate to continue.
He wanted to hear that noise from her again.
But what stuck him the most was that they never talked about it. He loved that it went back to normal between them, and he was downright ecstatic that it didn't make things awkward between them, but Adrien couldn't help but to wonder what she felt about it. He wanted to know if she was willing to-
"Adrien?" Marinette mused, her soft voice piercing his thoughts like a bullet. Her blue eyes glanced up at him as she politely kept her hand in his. "Is everything okay? You kinda zoned out."
Adrien pressed his lips together, his face heating up as he thought about ways to ask her, but he always came to a dead end. The last thing he wanted was to let up that she had somehow ignited an arousal so substantial, that Adrien never knew that part of him even existed.
He simply couldn't understand it. He had never had this sort of experience with Kagami.
"Actually, there's something I'd like to talk to you about. I hope you don't mind." Adrien conceded, his hand loosening around hers.
Marinette gulped, her hands trembling as she reached up to undo the apron she had strapped to her body. Whenever she heard those words in sequence, she knew it was never really a good thing.
In fact, Felix often told her those words when he looked for excuses to cancel their plans and inevitably grow distant from her.
Marinette was well aware of Adrien's previous meeting with Kagami, so she couldn't help but worry that he had decided to choose her and leave her hanging between a rock and a hard place.
"Should I be worried?" Marinette asked, folding her apron as her heart painfully ached inside of her chest. She placed the apron on the island counter, keeping her eyes away from Adrien as he shifted beside her.
The male sighed, reaching up to run his hand through his hair, as his tan skin flushed from both the heat of the summer afternoon and the embarrassment of what he was about to inquire.
"Last night in the shower. I...I was wondering if you liked it." He muttered, clearing his throat as he nervously stuck his hands into his pockets and glanced down at the ground. "I noticed that we kinda didn’t talk about it. I liked that everything went to normal, but what happened that night has been on my mind lately."
Marinette widened her eyes, her hands clutched on to the apron that sat beside her. She gulped, her heart pounding in her ears as Adrien mentioned the idea of what they had done the night before.
Shower Marinette and baking, Mrs. Agreste Marinette were like two different Marinettes!
She never had it in her to do such salacious gestures, nor did she ever think she would!
As far as Marinette was concerned, she was going to be a virgin forever and she was going to die one.
Of course she liked it!
But how could she say that? She'd basically be admitting to committing such sins and forced to face the fact that she had given him a handjob in the shower and was basically showered in his seed rather than the water itself.
"I wanted to bring it up earlier, but I was worried you thought it would be too soon to talk about it. I don’t want to make things awkward." Adrien continued, his eyes moving up to glance at her.
Marinette only felt her face grow more and more hot.
"Of course! Of course it'll be awkward!" Marinette screeched. "I don't think I've ever read an erotic novel where a man asks his woman the next day if she liked the hand job she gave him."
Adrien grinned, his heart thumping inside of his chest, that even despite Marinette being on the verge of exploding, she still managed to be incredibly cute.
She was the only one to do this to him.
He had never felt this way about anyone before.
"What?" Adrien chuckled, carefully sliding his hands out of his pockets. "It doesn't have to be awkward. We're okay to talk about these things. I want you to be open and honest about it. That's part of exploring things we like and dislike."
Adrien bit his lip, already gathering what he knew Marinette liked and what she didn’t like. The thought itself made Adrien shiver in want, but decided he'd try and focus on another thought for the time being so that he wasn't standing in front of Marinette with an erection.
Marinette reached up, rubbing the back of her neck with a bashful expression. She pressed her lips together, glancing away from him as she tried to catch her breath.
Never in her life did she think she'd be in this sort of situation.
"I...I know but the last time I talked about things that I want or liked I just..." her voice trailed off, as her mind reverted back to the image of Felix's terrified face when she had asked him to go down on her. "I just feel weird asking or talking about it."
Marinette let her hand drop to her side in complete defeat as her spirits must have fell further than her stomach.
Adrien kept his green eyes on her, his features falling as he recalled what she had told him about how Felix reacted to her request that night.
He pressed his lips together as he recalled all of the questions he had asked her throughout the course of their relationship. Granted, their intimate relationship wasn’t long, but she had told him that Felix never touched her.
Adrien ran his thumb onto the inside of his top lip, and it all made sense.
Marinette did have desires. She had wants and needs just like he did, but while remaining committed to her relationship with Felix, he had rejected her. He made her feel bad for even thinking about intimacy with someone she loved.
Adrien felt resentment at that.
He also couldn't help but to feel that way about himself.
At the very beginning, all he kept doing was comparing Marinette and Kagami. He assumed that Marinette just liked what Kagami liked, what she had taught him.
But it wasn't like that at all.
He learned that the hard way when he was too rough with her.
Marinette was soft, she was gentle, and she deserved to be gently loved and pushed to her limits tenderly.
Felix denied that for her.
Adrien reached over towards her, his thumb lightly brushing the flour off of her cheek. His thumb then moved down to the corner of her mouth.
Adrien paused, his green eyes glancing into hers as she looked back at him.
Her heart squeezed inside of her chest as a small gasp escaped her lips at the small gesture. Her cheeks grew red in the wake of his fingers and Marinette briefly forgot that she was sticky with cupcake icing.
The young woman parted her lips, her nose scrunching as she was about to offer a playful rebuttal to how he was handling her before it got awkward but she never had the chance to.
Before Marinette could comprehend anything, before she could even get her thoughts together, she felt his soft lips press against hers.
Marinette felt her heart leap into her chest, her fingers immediately loosening from around the apron she had folded on the table.
She closed her eyes, her lips moving against his in a soft kiss. His lips were warm and soft, and it didn't matter how many times they shared kisses, she knew she could never get used to it. She could never not feel this way whenever their lips touched.
Adrien slipped his hand behind her neck, drawing her closer to the kiss. His nose lightly brushed against hers as he slowly opened his mouth.
Marinette inhaled, trembling as he deepened the kiss. Her lips followed suit with his, and she opened her mouth flush against his. She reached up, gripping on to the back of his black collared shirt with desperation as his lips only grew more forceful.
She whimpered softly, her skin growing warm as Adrien guided her closer to his body. Her lips grew warm and Marinette intended to keep up with the kiss.
Her heart only grew more rapid, as Adrien very delicately slipped his tongue into her mouth, sliding the wet muscle against hers in a sweet taste.
Marinette immediately moved her tongue, sliding it against his as an undeniable heat pooled between her legs that almost made her ashamed.
A small moan emanated from the base of Adrien's throat as the kiss grew more tense. He held her close, his breath growing rigid as he deepened the kiss even more so.
Marinette furrowed her brow, her hand loosening on their grip at his shirt the moment she followed suit into the kiss. They had kissed a few times before, but she couldn't recall if it had ever been this intense.
She exhaled, her cheeks feeling warmer and warmer as Adrien very meticulously pulled away, leaving her tongue alone inside of her mouth. Marinette pressed her lips together, still feeling his tongue inside of her mouth. She glanced up at him, her fingertips touching her lips bashfully.
She had no words. He had basically kissed her senseless. She couldn't think, she couldn't even speak.
Adrien laced his fingers into hers, bringing the back of her hand to his lips. He pressed soft kisses to her skin, before moving his eyes to look at her bashful expression.
Marinette had no idea what he was up to, but there was a weird sensation of butterflies in her stomach. She loved kissing him, and each time he kissed her, she couldn't have been more grateful.
"There's something I'd like to try..." Adrien murmured, his hand lightly tugging on hers. "That's if...you'd let me."
Marinette felt him tug her hand, and the young woman followed him, the butterflies in her stomach nearly making her sick. She didn't care what he wanted to try.
Albeit being curious, Marinette simply nodded with a bashful smile. She attempted to focus on her feet as they left the cupcakes behind. She bit her lip, her heart squeezing in her chest as Adrien guided her up the back steps.
All she wanted was to be close to him.
Perhaps they'd have some of the cupcakes later.
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Marinette gripped onto the bedsheets, her heart thumping away inside of her chest as she could vividly feel Adrien's wet lips kiss down her neck.
He didn't give her an exact explanation, but from their previous conversation, and the trail of his kisses, she was beginning to pick up the pieces.
The very thought of it made her shiver. She couldn't wrap her mind around it.
She wondered if it was really okay to do something like this.
Marinette inwardly cried out, her body arching as Adrien kissed her upper left thigh. Her muscles tensed as he lifted his hands, sliding them to her hips so that he could remove her shorts.
Despite the fact that Marinette had inwardly lectured herself moments prior about how engaging in such salacious acts, she found herself still lifting her hips, allowing him to slide her shorts down her legs.
Marinette bit her lip, keeping her eyes closed as she could only feel Adrien's soft fingertips run up her thighs, before they settled on the elastic band of her underwear. He carefully slipped his fingers underneath the stretchy material and very meticulously drew them away from her skin.
Her heart squeezed painfully inside of her chest and her mind began to race at a million miles a minute. She couldn't rid the strange image of Felix's disgusted expression when she had asked him to do it, yet here Adrien was, with no experience, willing to try this on.
Her cheeks flushed, and habitually Marinette closed her legs. She gulped, her chest heaving as she took deep rigid breaths. It was one thing to touch each other in the shower, but it was a whole other situation to be face to face in this matter. He'd see her completely exposed.
Marinette almost wanted to back out, and she felt incredibly bashful at the sensation of Adrien parting her legs. A small whimper escaped her lips, and she gripped on to the sheets.
She was at war with herself. Part of her screamed at him, telling her that this would be too awkward, that Adrien would regret doing something like this. It was all too embarrassing to think about.
The other part of her ushered that it was okay to try new things, if Adrien was willing to do it without so much as a second guess, then she should be able to allow herself to experience it.
Felix must've thought she was gross, did this mean that Adrien found her attractive?
He didn't think she was off putting? Marinette relished in that thought. She wanted to know what it felt like.
She knew what it felt like to be kissed by him, she loved the sensation of being touched by him, but now she wanted to be tasted by him.
The inner corners of her mind went blank, only solely focusing on the feeling of his lips resuming to her inner thigh.
"You have a birthmark." Adrien murmured, drawing back slightly to admire the small beauty mark that Marinette had on her upper inner thigh.
Marinette exhaled, covering her face with a small laugh. Her heart continued to ache in her chest and her skin grew warm.
It was just like him to make a one track minded moment into an awkward situation.
Marinette bent her leg upward, dropping her hands onto the bed space beside her.
"Y-Yeah, I congratulate you on being so observant. I'll take a note to return the favor." The young woman murmured, about ready to sit up and call it a day.
Adrien slipped his hands beneath her thighs, suddenly guiding them onto his shoulders. Marinette gasped, her face growing dark once more as Adrien allowed them to settle there. Her knees hooked across his shoulders, trembling as Adrien propped himself up better on his knees, forcing her legs open.
Marinette arched up, her eyes squeezing shut as Adrien leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the petals of her sex.
Her hands gripped even more tighter on to the bedding. Her nails nearly tore through the fabric from that sensation alone, and thought the feeling was completely mind boggling, she couldn't actually feel her fingers.
It hadn't actually dawned on Marinette that her knuckles were actually turning white from the grip she had on the sheets, but there was no time for that.
Adrien simply delved his tongue into the opening of her sex, laving the soft skin of her beautiful areas.
It was a given that Adrien wasn't experienced, but Marinette couldn't tell. The way his tongue moved, brushed her in all the right ways, it awoke an ache deep inside of her that she never knew existed. It was nearly frightening.
Before she knew it, her hands slipped into his hair, guiding his face closer to her sex. Her knees immediately felt weak, and Marinette could feel tears Pool into her eyes just as Adrien began to drag his tongue to the soft button just at the apex.
"A-Adrien-" Marinette breathed, her hips automatically lifting up to press against his face.
And there it was again. It was one of the few moments where they entered a different part of their relationship that always seemed to have come natural to them.
There were sweet fluffy parts of their relationships, and then there were times like these that made Marinette question if they were even the same people since before they met.
It was almost as if she was a wind up clock, and his tongue only made her more and more taut.
Her body was completely submerged in an undeniable heat. Her fingers brushed through his blonde hair delicately. A small blissful smile spread across her lips, her mind slipping into complete pleasure.
Marinette simply couldn't believe what she had been missing out on. Her heart squeezed inside of her chest, her legs trembling even more so as it was apparent that Adrien was just too damned good.
The young woman exhaled, fireworks exploding inside of her mind as it seemed unfathomable that Felix gawked with such reluctance, yet here Adrien was giving into his desires with such gusto.
There was something building inside of her, and the more his tongue tortured her clit, the more she felt it grow stronger.
She furrowed her brow, her hips riding his face desperately as his tongue circled the soft nub with depravity.
But it couldn't end like this. Marinette couldn't have her first orgasm this way. She wanted to feel him inside of her, she wanted him to cum alongside of her.
As cliché as it sounded, she wanted her firsts to be at the same time of his firsts. She knew that sex couldn't be as dreamily as she imagined it, but she could at least try to.
She had no idea what physical sex was, but she had never wanted to experience it so bad before. But she wanted to do it right.
"A-Adrien!" Marinette begged, her fingers knotting in his hair as she drew away. "Don't make me cum..."
Her words lingered in the air as it grew silent between them.
Adrien froze, his hands resting on her thighs and the male curiously drew away from her.
Marinette exhaled, her heart thumping madly inside of her chest the moment Adrien slowly lowered her legs off of his shoulders. Her core ached, and Marinette was sure she could still feel Adrien's tongue torturing her.
"You don't want me to make you cum?" Adrien inquired, his heart racing at the sight of Marinette on the brink of becoming undone from the movement of his tongue alone.
Marinette blushed, watching as Adrien moved away, laying down beside her casually. She pressed her lips together, her heart refusing to slow down as Adrien leaned closer to her.
The young woman nervously shook her head, unable to speak from nearly orgasming. Marinette knew why she didn't want him to make her cum yet, but the thought of it only sounded better inside of her head. She worried it only sounded ridiculous saying it out loud.
Her face only grew darker as Adrien pressed gentle kisses to her neck. He leaned into her, his tongue gliding up her skin meticulously, drawing a small whimper from Marinette's lips.
Adrien lifted his hand, swiping his tongue over his index and middle digit before he very gently slipped his hand between her legs. His other arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer.
Marinette exhaled, her legs trembling as she felt his fingers lightly circle her clit. Her heart palpitated and Marinette was worried she would never catch her breath. Her body naturally rolled into his, and Marinette felt a surge of electricity pump through her veins each time his fingers pressed against her sensitive nub.
"A-Adrien!" Marinette gasped, her body arching into his with a rigid breath. Her teeth lightly nipped onto his collarbone, and Marinette drew her hips away.
She never knew Adrien would be so tantalizing. Of course she knew he was incredibly enticing before they officially started dating, but for someone who wasn't experienced, he had left her quite breathless.
Her lips latched onto his skin, leaving deep red marks all across his clavicle. Her left hand gripped on to the bedding while her right hand held taut onto his forearm as he continued his ministrations on her.
Marinette squeezed her eyes shut, her leg bending as she pressed her thighs together. Something deep inside of her was about ready to snap.
It felt so good.
It felt too damn good. Marinette was about ready to just give in to her pleasure. She was willing to allow Adrien to carry her onto her very first orgasm.
It was worth it, she felt like she needed it.
But Marinette had always dreamt of something different.
Was it really that big of a deal?
Her right hand squeezed his forearm even more so as she felt herself being pulled deeper and deeper. It was almost impossible to have a clear head. All she could focus on was the sensation of his digits rubbing against her clit in gentle circles.
Marinette latched her lips on to his skin, her teeth nearly sinking into his skin as his digit drew away from her clit and carefully sunk down to her entrance. He teased her, his fingers being incredibly gentle as he threatened to sink them inside of her.
She couldn't think, but she knew that if he didn't stop, she would cum. It was only a matter of time. It was a strong will power to deny herself that pleasure, but when Marinette wanted something, she always did what she could to achieve that.
Her mind went nearly blank, but Marinette was determined to stay sane.
"Adrien..." Marinette begged against his skin. "I want to cum when you're inside of me."
Marinette felt light headed by the confession. It sounded way too awkward to hear herself say that, but she wanted it to be done right. She wanted all of her firsts to be with him, she wanted wanted to lose her virginity to him.
Adrien froze, his chest feeling tight as he heard her soft timid voice confess why she denied herself an orgasm since the very first time he touched her. Much to his dismay, her words only sat in his mind.
He pressed his lips together, his fingers drawing away from her just as she had asked, but her words went straight to his groin.
Adrien felt himself grow hard instantly, and he never wanted so bad than to give her what she had asked for.
But why did he find himself only moving away...?
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A/N: Next chapter is a bonus chapter. It will be short, but also rated M. Read at your own discretion.
And I use that heavily because people actually take the time out to comment they won't read it when they can just not read it.