Part 33

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"ADRIEN!" Marinette squealed as Adrien threw flour at her right after she put the finished cake-mix into the oven.

"Oh, oops," he laughed falsely. "I missed a spot." He took another load of flour into his hand and threw it at Marinette, causing half of it to fall down her cleavage.

Marinette closed her eyes, trying so hard not to freak out.

Instead of fighting back, throwing some of the flour at him, she knew something else that would piss Adrien off even more.

Given the fact that Marinette was still only wearing a t-shit of his and his boxers, she technically was barely dressed. Which would soon be a huge advantage for her.

She grinned at him while slowly moving her hands down to the end of the shirt. Adrien just watched her, until he noticed what she was doing.

"Don't you dare taking that off," he warned, gripping her wrists so she couldn't move the shirt up.

"I'm dirty now, I have to change," Marinette said sweetly, yet with a dangerously seductive undertone.

"Yeah, you can do that in my room, not here."

"Why, Agreste? Scared someone might walk in?" He nodded.

Adrien placed his hands on her jawline, cupping her face, forcing Marinette to look into his eyes. "There ain't no way anyone's ever going to see you naked, except for me."

"You're way too possessive," Marinette said, slowing stroking her hands up Adrien's bare chest.

"You're mine." His face moved closer to hers. "I'm not sharing you with anyone."

"My parents might say differently. They made me."

"Glad they did. But now you belong to me, until you eventually get tired of me. Then they can have you back, but not without a fight."

"You'd fight me if I wanted to leave?" Marinette asked.

"No," he chuckled, "but I would remind you why I love you so much, and why you fell in love with me in the first place."

"And why did I fall in love with you?"

Adrien leaned in even closer, his lips slightly brushing hers.

"You tell me." He smiled as his lips touched hers, his hands stroking down her body until then rested on her lower back.

"I fell in love with you because," she paused, laying her hands down onto his chest. "Because you were nice to me."

Adrien connected his eyebrows. He expected everything but that.

"I bet other guys were nice to you?" He said, sounding more like a question.

"Yeah, but you gave me that umbrella, you know."

Adrien laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "So, we both fell in love at the same time, huh?"

Marinette shrugged.

She brushed the tip of her nose against his before reconnecting their lips gently, lovingly.

"I need a shower, though," Marinette said as she pulled away from the kiss, looking into Adrien's eyes with admiration.

"I'll let the chef know he has to take out the cake from the oven when it's done."

She smiled at him with delight, then wanted to walk away to get back upstairs. But when she turned around, Adrien slapped her ass. He turned around, pretending like it wasn't him, and all Marinette could do was smile even wider.

"I love you!" Adrien yelled after her.

Marinette stopped for a second and turned around. "I love you too," she said and left the kitchen to go upstairs.

Adrien went to look for their Chef, it was already 11:30 p.m but he would for sure be awake. He went to knock on one door that was closest to the kitchen, guessing it would be his bedroom. Fortunately for Adrien, it actually was.

"Come in, Mister Agreste," Adrien heard the man say.

Surprise was spread on the man's face as he was greeted my Adrien, and not Gabriel.

"Sorry to bother you, but could you maybe take out the cake from the oven in, I don't know, 15 minutes?" Adrien asked kindly.

"Of course, Mister Agreste junior."

"You know you can call me Adrien, right?" Adrien laughed. "But thank you."

The Chef just nodded his head before Adrien left, going upstairs as well.

When he stepped into his bedroom and looked towards the bathroom door, he had to discover that Marinette didn't even bother to close the door.

She just left the door wide open. And since the shower was positioned right on the other side of the door, he had a great view.

But that was one thing he hated. Marinette was so careless around him. That wasn't really what was bothering him, but they weren't at their home. Anyone could have walked in and saw her naked in the shower.

He walked over to the bathroom, standing between the doorframes. He leaned against the right one, just looking at Marinette for a moment. He didn't say a word, not until Marinette would notice him.

And she did eventually. As she turned around, facing the door, she first flinched and let out a shriek as she saw someone standing there.

"Don't scare me like that!" She said.

"Now imagine I was someone else." He was pissed.

"But you're not."

"My father could have seen you!"

"But he didn't." Marinette rolled her eyes, lifting her head to the water.

"But he could have!" Adrien got a little louder, letting his anger take over him. "Do you have any idea how many people work here, for my father? Someone just had to come in to clean or whatever, happens more often than you think!"

Marinette kept quiet. She wasn't going to argue with him.

"Do you really not care about other people seeing you naked, my father seeing you naked?"

Of course she cared about it, but she didn't think anyone would just walk right into Adrien's room.

As Marinette didn't respond once again, Adrien let out a groan of frustration, stepping away from the door and closing it, leaving Marinette all by herself.

The door closed with a loud thud, but he didn't care. He walked around his room, trying to get his anger under control.

Adrien had no idea why he got so angry, after all, nothing happened. It was just him that came walking in. But it could have been someone else, and it made him mad, really mad.

The thought of someone but Adrien himself seeing his fiancée naked had his blood boiling. Especially when that someone could have been his own father.

Not that Gabriel would have done anything except for run back out of the room. But it still angered Adrien. No one was ever going to see Marinette's bare body, he wasn't going to let that happen.

Suddenly the door to his room opened and Gabriel stepped inside. Just the person Adrien did not want to see.

"Why did you shut the door so aggressively? I could hear it downstairs." Gabriel always hated when Adrien closed doors like that. Clearly that hadn't changed.

Adrien took a deep breath, hoping to be able to talk without an angry undertone.

"I'm sorry, father," he said quickly.

"Where's Marinette?" Gabriel asked.

Adrien just frowned his face, not understand how Gabriel didn't hear the water running.

"The shower." His voice sounded more angry than planned.

"And that's a problem?" Adrien sighed heavily. "Why?"

"It wouldn't be a problem if she kept the door closed," Adrien hissed.

"The door is closed?"

"Because I closed it." Adrien groaned, plopping down onto his bed.

"What's the problem, Adrien? Judging by what's happened earlier, you've seen her naked before. Why would you get mad at her leaving the door open?" Gabriel said.

Adrien's cheeks flushed. He kind of hoped his father had forgotten all about it.

"It's about the fact that other people can just walk in and out of here. They could have seen her. You could have seen her!" Adrien was frustrated. Maybe he was overreacting, but he was still bothered by it anyway.

"Yeah, I really don't need to see that."

"That's what I'm saying," Adrien sighed. "She's mine. I don't want anyone else seeing her."

"Slow down there, Adrien," Gabriel said. "You're getting a little too possessive. I doubt 'she's yours'. I get where you're coming from, but you really need to calm down."

"I know I don't own her." Adrien sat up to look at his father. "I don't mean to say I own her. She can do whatever she wants, wear whatever she wants. She can make her own decisions, for that I care. But Marinette," he paused, subconsciously pointing towards the bathroom door. "She's mine anyway. She's engaged to me. I won't share her, I won't let anyone see her naked, ever. And if that makes me possessive, I'm possessive then."

Marinette turned down the water, bringing it to a stop. As she stepped out of the shower she could hear Adrien talk to someone. She couldn't make out words, but she heard voices.

Since she didn't bring any clothes into the bathroom, Marinette just stayed in there, trying to avoid Adrien getting even more mad if she walked out of the room with just a towel on.

Five minutes passed, the voices turned down, but Marinette wanted to be 100% sure the other person was gone before coming outside. So she just stayed a little longer.

To her surprise, the bathroom door opened. She tightened her grip around the towel, pressing it to her body so it wouldn't fall. But it was just Adrien.

"You scared me," she said almost inaudibly.

"Yeah." He wasn't fazed at all. "Didn't know if you had any clothes in here, so I brought you some."

He placed some folded clothes onto the sink counters, not even handing them to her directly.

"Thank you."

"Whatever." Adrien turned to walk outside the room again.

"Adrien," Marinette said, catching his attention. "I'm sorry."

He just shrugged and gave her a slim, barely visible, smile. Then exited the room, closing the door behind him.

While Marinette got dressed, Adrien went to bed. He was tired after a day like this, and he really tried to avoid Marinette. Not that he was going to succeed with that, but he just needed a moment to be by himself, trying to calm down.

Well, and sleeping was a great way out.

When Marinette was done in the bathroom, she walked outside, only to find Adrien's room in complete darkness. She could barely see anything, everything was black. And finding her way to his bed would make a challenge.

Adrien was still awake, although the tried everything to fall asleep before she came out the bathroom. But it was impossible.

He had gotten so used to sleeping in a bed together with Marinette that it got impossible to do just that without her.

He had also noticed how long Marinette took to get to the bed, so pushing his ego aside, Adrien grabbed his phone and turned on his flashlight.

Pointing the light towards Marinette, he helped her to see where she was going until she reached the bed.

She thanked him as he held the blanket up for Marinette to slip underneath. As soon as she was in bed, Adrien turned off his flashlight and put his phone away.

He turned away from Marinette, trying to fall asleep once again.

Usually he'd be cuddled up to her, holding Marinette in his arms until they both fell asleep. But he was too mad at her, or too mad at himself for being mad at her.

That was until he heard little sobs coming from behind him. He pressed his lips together, inhaling deeply before turning around.

Marinette was facing him, quickly wiping away her tears when she realised he was turning onto his other side.

She began fidgeting with her ring as she could feel Adrien eyes staring at her.

It might have been dark, but eventually your eyes get used to the darkness. Marinette's weren't yet, but Adrien could see her, thanks to the moonlight.

Her muscles tensed as Adrien touched her, stroking his hand from her hip to her back. He pulled her in closer, then rested his hand on her waist.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked, whispering.

"Yeah." Marinette nodded, wiping away yet another few teardrops from her cheeks.

"Why are you crying?"

He brought his hands up to her face, cupping it while stroking his thumbs over her soft skin.

"Marinette, answer me," he demanded. He knew she wasn't crying because he was mad at her.

She inhaled sharply. "I'm just afraid you'll go back to," she couldn't even finish her sentence without sobbing.

"Go back to?"

"Getting mad at me for everything. Ignore my presence until.." Her sobs got heavier, but eventually calmed down when Adrien pulled her right into his arms.

"It won't happen, I promise," he said, planting a kiss onto her forehead.

Although her head was busy overthinking, she eventually managed to fall asleep in Adrien's arms.

-♡-

By the time the sun started to rise, Marinette was still fast asleep. Adrien on the other hand was wide awake.

It wasn't that he didn't sleep at all, but the thought of dying and probably never seeing the love of his life ever again just kept him busy.

Marinette told him he wouldn't have to worry about it, that their future wasn't carved in stone. And no matter what Alix said, doing one thing not according to plan can move mountains.

Maybe all these future stuff worked differently, but maybe it didn't. And Marinette was right, they couldn't live in fear. So Adrien promised to himself, he they were to survive today, he would no longer wait for days to pass by, but see every new day as another adventure he can go to, together with his lady.

He wanted to move, take a shower or do anything that would occupy him for a little while. But he couldn't get up. Marinette had her head laying on Adrien's chest, her arm wrapped around his torso, even her legs were tangled with his. There was no way he would risk her waking up if he moved.

Adrien began caressing Marinette's back, drawing small circles over her shoulder blades, stroking up and down from the as high as he could reach, to as low as he could.

The silky pyjama she was wearing bothered Adrien. He wanted to feel her soft skin, but he couldn't possibly just take it off, even though he was sure Marinette would never have minded that.

Marinette stroked her hand a little bit lower in her sleep. A little too low for Adrien's liking. Not that he minded it, but Marinette had a huge effect on his body, and the lower her arm moved, the closer she got to his dick.

With every tiny bit her hand lowered on his body, the more his dick hardened. It wasn't his fault she was affecting his body this much, and he certainly couldn't change anything about it.

When her hand finally came to a stop, Adrien let out a low, quiet groan. He could swear he felt Marinette smile against his chest, but when she didn't move, he figured it was just his imagination.

But with Marinette's hand right over his cock, he had a pretty hard time breathing. He didn't want to move, but the longer Marinette had her hand laying right over his erection, the more desperate he grew.

He shifted uncomfortably underneath her touch, accidentally rubbing her hand more over him, which only got him to let out another groan. And then there it was again, the feeling of Marinette smiling against his chest, or trying not to smile.

"You're awake, aren't you?" Adrien said in a low tone, still not being able to breathe normally. But again, she wasn't saying anything, didn't even move.

He thought his imagination was playing tricks on him. Well, until Marinette's hand moved back up, coming to a short hold right where his boxers started.

With one swift move, Marinette lifted the elastic just enough to slide her hand into his boxers completely.

The second Marinette's hand came in touch with his most sensitive skin, Adrien let out another low groan.

Marinette just grinned, but still kept her eyes closed. She didn't have to, given that fact that Adrien knew she was awake the second her hand slid into his underwear.

The tips of her fingers gently tapped over his erection until her hand wrapped around the length of it. Her thumb stroking over its head, wiping away the bits of pre-cum.

Adrien let out a quiet whimper as Marinette began to move her hand up and down. Not too much, just slightly, teasingly slow.

Every now and then she would stroke her thumb back over the slit of his tip, then go back to pushing the skin down and back up until Adrien pressed the back of his head deeper into his pillow.

His hand was making its way down her back, sliding into her bottoms, just resting on her butt for a moment.

"Adrien?" Marinette finally spoke, looking up at him. But he had his head still pressed into the pillow, his eyes closed. She chuckled at the sight.

"Hm?" He hummed, opening his eyes, lifting his head slightly to meet her gaze.

His cheeks were flushed, sweat appearing on his forehead. And his chest was rising and falling in a whole different pattern than it usually did, way more shaky, faster and he was slightly panting.

"Please, make love to me," she said somewhat demanding. Adrien just chuckled.

"Gladly," he said, pulling her hand away from his erection, and removing it from inside his boxers.

Adrien removed the blanket from them, then pushed his boxers down, kicking them off.

He sat up, pulling Marinette with him. "But what about you being in charge, Milady?" He grinned, then pushed her silky pants and underwear down. She kicked them off immediately.

Lifting Marinette up to sit her on his lap, he asked, "do you want to keep your top on in case someone walks in?"

Marinette shook her head. She knew Adrien wouldn't like her answer, but he asked, giving her a choice.

He sighed, but went to take off her silk top. Once it was over her head, he pressed his lips to hers. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. She gasped but didn't fight it.

Adrien could taste her on his tongue. She was one of his favourite tastes. Marinette always tasted sweet, and a lot like strawberry chapstick. Though, not in the morning, but he didn't really care. It was still her, and he loved her.

Marinette let out a moan when his hands came up to her breasts, massaging them.

He could feel her wetness on his skin, which only got his cock even more aroused. He didn't even know that was possible.

Marinette tried to lift herself up, to lower her body on his cock, wanting to take him, but he stopped her.

"No," she groaned, not wanting to wait any longer. But she knew what he was going to ask.

Adrien chuckled lightly.

"Milady?" He said. She looked deeply into his eyes, waiting for his question she knew was about to come. "Do you want this?"

She smiled, pressing her lips to his, her arms wrapping around his neck. "I do, Adrien."

Regardless of her starting this in the first place, Adrien needed to know if she was okay with it. Marinette knew this question would come, and she was glad it did.

Not that she would have said no, but she loved the respect he had for her, for her body. And maybe the promise he made to her a father a while ago was also apart of him asking each time.

But she loved it. She loved that he cared. She loved that he wasn't going to take any risks, and asked just in case, even if it was pretty obvious that she wanted him.

But to be honest, him wanting her consent just had her wetter than before.

"Do you want this, Adrien?" She asked sweetly.

Once again he let out a chuckle. "I do, Princess."

Marinette smiled brightly, then lowered herself on him, taking in his cock bit by bit.

She let out a soft moan the deeper she sank, and once she took him all in, Adrien moaned as well. 

He could feel her wet walls around him, feeling the only too familiar warmth of her body, another one of his favourite feelings, and places to be. 

One of his favourite places to be inside Marinette wasn't just about the fact that he soon would feel the pleasure building up with ever thrust, that he would feel the satisfaction, the overwhelming sensation consume his body. It was more about the fact that she was his. 

Marinette was his. Her body was his, not in an owning kind of way though. And nobody else was ever going to get that close to her. Adrien would never let anyone get this close to her. Being inside her, making love to her, to the love of his life, was the closest he could get to her, and the closest she could get to him, at least physically. 

It was some kind of trust you don't share with just anyone. She gave her body to him, and he would cherish it until his very last breath. He would worship her, because she trusted him with her body, trusted him with something so private. He wasn't going to share her, ever. 

And if that made him possessive, he wouldn't care. Maybe it made him more selfish, because he wouldn't share Marinette, but then he would gladly be selfish. 

Their lips locked. Both of their breaths hitching, panting as they kissed a little too long. 

She moved her hips. Adrien took in a sharp breath, his hands resting on her hips as he held her steady, helping her move in some ways. 

Her mouth opened, barely able to kiss back as she rolled her hips, controlling her own pleasure. She wasn't going fast, she wanted this moment to last, show Adrien how much she loved him, how much she trusted him. 

It wasn't their first time, but this was still a first. Every time would be different, every single time they had sex would feel differently, show more and less love, be rough or sensual in different ways. But this first was supposed to be the ultimate love-showing. 

Marinette didn't just want sex, she wanted him to feel her love, feel his love. She wanted to remember this moment forever, wanted to remember the sensuality forever, savour the love. 

Her back arched as she pressed her front against his, her arms tightening around his neck. 

And she could feel it. She could feel his love taking over her body, not only her heart. It was so overwhelming that she shed a tear. 

Adrien quickly wiped her tear away, bringing her to a hold as he wasn't sure what this tear was about. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, cupping her face with his hands. 

Marinette nodded, smiling softly as she interlocked her lips with his, starting to move her hips again. 

She didn't explain herself, she didn't explain her tear. And it really bugged Adrien. 

He didn't want to use her, he didn't want to have sex with her against her will. She said she wanted this, but he feared she just said it to satisfy him. 

"Mari, why are you crying?" He asked, stopping her once again, forcing her too look into his eyes. 

But she smiled, she smiled so brightly, it threw him off, confusion him. 

"Because I love you so much," she said, "and I know you love me just as much." 

Adrien's head fell back into his neck as he let out a relieved sigh, before looking back up. "Don't scare me like that." 

Marinette laughed, but quickly pressed her lips to his to shut him up, starting to move again. Praying there wouldn't be any more interruptions. She really wanted to feel the tingling sensation rushing through her. 

Marinette's breasts bounced to her movements brushing slightly against his chest, yet Adrien just watched her face, not even wanting to lay back so he could see her body in all its glory.

With every move she got closer, moaning a little louder, groaning a little more desperate. Yet, she never removed her hands from his neck. Marinette wanted him closer, but it couldn't get any closer. Or so she thought. 

Adrien suddenly furrows his eyebrows, swearing he heard someone. He tried to ignore it, but then he heard another quiet thud. 

He placed his hand over Marinette's mouth, making sure she wouldn't moan too loud. After wrapping the blanket around their hips, he pressed his upper body closer to hers, making sure he was covering Marinette's breast just in time when the door to his room swung open. 

They both looked at one another and began to laugh before looking towards the door. 

Gabriel was turned around, facing the wall as he held his head between his hand, his fingers on his temples. 

"You should have knocked," Adrien said unbothered, pressing his lips to Marinette's forehead. 

"Is this even still healthy at this point?" Gabriel asked, trying to get the picture out of his head. 

"I believe so," Adrien answered, gently pushing his hips up, rocking into Marinette. It was mainly so he wouldn't get soft. 

"Marinette, could you please get off my son for a second, I really can't speak to you both when you're-" 

"She's getting off my dick when I say so, okay?" Adrien cut him off. "You can just leave and come back later." 

Marinette's forehead hit Adrien's, her eyes closed as she tried not to burst out in more laughter. 

Gabriel shook his head, mumbled something under his breath. And before he left he informed Adrien about a photoshoot he had later this day. He closed the door as he left, probably being completely traumatised for the rest of his life. 

Adrien kissed Marinette, then changed their position, pressing her back into the mattress as he hovered over her, taking over the control. 

He eased into her deeper, then pulled back out slowly, repeating the motion until he could feel her getting closer. 

Their hands holding the other, kissing each other will lust, but passion and love, loads of love. 

Then Adrien let go off one hand, freeing his own to bring it down to her lower stomach. He laid it down for a moment, feeling his dick right inside her. 

"Adrien," she moaned. Her eyes closing as her mouth stood wide open. She was so close, but so was Adrien. 

Thrusting into her a couple more times, Marinette clenched her walls, letting the overwhelming feeling of her orgasm consume her. Her juices covering Adrien, spreading to his very lower stomach as he moved through her orgasm. 

Adrien pulled out of her as she was slowly coming down, pumping his cock a couple more times before shooting his load onto her pussy. He knew she didn't take her pill last night.

Only for a moment he looked at her completely wet and in cum covered pussy as he sat up, feeling somewhat proud that he was the cause of it. 

"I think Gabriel won't be coming into you room anymore," Marinette laughed, still panting. 

"He shouldn't, my Fiancée is here with me. What did he expect?" 

Adrien laid down next to Marinette, placing a kiss onto her breast before he laid his head down onto it. One hand laying down onto the other one, while hugging her in some ways. And just like Marinette did before, he laid his leg over hers, making sure she couldn't move. 

"You're such a baby," she said, bringing her hand into his hair, scratching his scalp gently. 

"Mhm."