Part 34

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"Adrien, I have to get up," Marinette said after a short moment of silence. But he just wouldn't react. 

She knew Adrien was awake, but clearly he wanted to cuddle. It made her smile. And as much as she hated that she had to get up, she had to. 

"Adrien," she whispered, still stroking her head through her hair as she was gently scratching his scalp. 

"No," he groaned, only holding onto her tighter. 

"I have to pee, and clean myself up," Marinette said. Of course he knew that, but he didn't really care for once. 

"Five minutes?" He pleaded, his voice raspy and tired. 

Marinette sighed softly. She tried pulling her hand out of his hair, but Adrien quickly grabbed it, placing it back down, before going back to laying his own down onto her boob. She chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. 

"Let's make a deal, okay?" She said. But Adrien immediately said no, which only led to Marinette laughing. 

"Don't laugh," he said, pretending to be offended by that. 

"You are such a baby sometimes, you know that?" 

"Would you rather me being a complete asshole?" He asked. 

"You are." 

"Shut up."

"Then let me go, Adrien." 

"But I know I have to leave in a bit, and that means we can't cuddle," he said, pouting as he looked up to meet Marinette's eyes. 

"You know it's important that I go pee. I don't want to risk an infection, and I doubt you want that," Marinette said. 

Adrien rolled onto his back, freeing Marinette from his grip as he let out a deep groan. Once Marinette was standing and walked towards the bathroom, Adrien remained laying in a starfish position, waiting for her to come back. 

Fifteen Minutes later, Marinette came back from the bathroom. Though, she walked around his room, looking for something to wear. 

"You can just stay naked and come back into my arms," Adrien exclaimed. 

"I'm cold." 

"See these?" He held up both of his arms. "They can keep you warm." 

Without saying anything, Marinette threw some clothes onto Adrien, literally telling him to get dressed without any words. He knew exactly what she wanted, which was why he just groaned, again. 

"You heard your father, you have a photoshoot," she chuckled, sitting onto the edge of the bed, completely dressed. 

"I didn't hear a word he said." 

"Ah yeah?" Marinette laughed. "'She's getting off my dick when I say so, okay?'" She quoted. 

Adrien sat up, looking at Marinette in shock. "I did say that, didn't I?" 

Marinette nodded, pressed her lips together at an attempt not to laugh. "I bet he's traumatised now."

"Well, I know I am." He moved to the end of the bed, right where Marinette sat. He wrapped his legs and arms wound her body, becoming her own personal Koala, wrapped around her. 

"Adrien," Marinette warned. "Go take a shower and get dressed." 

"No." 

"Yes."

"YOU ARE GOING TO SHOWER, YOU'RE STINKIER THAN MY CAMEMBERT!" Plagg yelled from his cheese cabinet. "I CAN BARELY EVEN SMELL THIS BEAUTIFUL DELICACY!"

Adrien went to smell himself, but shrugged right after. "Nah, that's just smelling like sex, I'm not stinky." 

"IT'S DISGUSTING!" Plagg yelled. But short after there was a slap to be heard, it was muffled, but it was there. "GOD DAMNIT, SUGARCUBE!"

Tikki was laughing. 

"You know what would help your sex-smell?" Marinette said, grinning. 

"Don't say it," Adrien warned chuckling. 

"I'm gonna say it." 

"No."

"After Sex, the fragrance." Marinette said, leaning her head against Adrien's shoulder. 

"You'll keep mentioning it until I get something like that out, won't you?" Adrien asked. 

Marinette hummed, thinking. 

"I think I'll even mention it afterwards," Marinette admitted. "Now, you should really take a shower unless you want to smell like sex." 

"You see, I don't care if anyone knows I had sex with my beautiful fiancée," Adrien said, yet he still loosened the grip around Marinette and got off the bed. 

"We could have saved some water," Adrien said, grabbing onto Marinette's hand, pulling her after him into the bathroom. "But no, you took a shower on your own."

"Yeah, so why exactly am I in here now?" She asked. 

"Keeping me company." 

"While showering?"

"Yes," he said, lifting Marinette up and sitting her down onto the counter. "Leave the room and I will hunt you down." 

"Naked?" 

"Yup, I don't care." 

"Someone could see you." Marinette raised her eyebrows. 

"Fine then," Adrien said, walking over to the bathroom door, locking it. "If you leave, I will have to fuck you until you can't walk anymore, and you have a charity event to attend tomorrow." 

"Fuck you." 

"That's the plan, Milady." 

Her jaw dropped, but she wasn't too surprised. Adrien just smirked and stepped into the shower. 

-♡-

"I don't want to be here," Adrien complained, groaning as he stood in front of the camera, posing. 

Marinette had stayed at the Mansion, not feeling like showing up anywhere that day. And although Adrien said he would stay home as well then, Marinette made him go. 

But the worst part wasn't that Marinette wasn't there, though he still hated that, but Gabriel actually showed up at the photoshoot as well. Adrien didn't know how to speak to his father without feeling completely embarrassed. 

Though, it kind of was Gabriel's own fault. He should have knocked. 

But then there were also other models trying to get to Adrien, wanting so desperately for him to speak to them. And Adrien really tried to avoid speaking. 

The photographer just added onto the stress, yelling at all times, wanting the poses to be different that usual, but still displaying Adrien's signature pose. He was rushing everyone, but at the same time not wanting the models to stress, which only added more pressure. 

When suddenly Adrien's phone started ringing as well, Adrien just let out a desperate groan, not even checking who was calling. 

"What?" He snapped, picking up his phone.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb, I thought you were almost done by now," Marinette apologised. 

It's been hours since Adrien left, and she knew his photoshoots usually just took 2 hours maximum. 

Though, hearing Marinette's voice really calmed him down. His expression immediately softened, and his tensed muscles began to relax. 

"Adrien, can you help me zip up my dress?" One of the models asked, giving him puppy-dog eyes as she looked up at him. 

"Find someone else to do it," he said harshly. "Sorry, Marinette, we're really in a rush today, somehow, I guess. We're not getting anywhere, everyone's just so tense. And, god, am I hungry." 

Marinette chuckled softly. And once again, Adrien calmed down just another bit. 

"Don't they provide snacks?" Marinette asked. He laughed, but just once. 

"You really think they would?" 

"I provide snacks at shoots for my designs," Marinette responded. 

"Cause you're the literal best. My father's team is just cruel, they don't even allow the girls to drink cause if their stomachs are just a tiny bit bloated, they won't get photographed. And all these models are so touchy, I hate it. I want to come home and just cuddle with you," he said, sighing at the last bit. 

"Who's the photographer?" Marinette asked. 

"Uh, Vincent, as usual," he answered, yet Marinette could hear the confusion.

"Alright." She smiled, knowing Adrien wouldn't see that. "Have fun!" And just like that, Marinette hung up the phone. 

To Adrien's luck, Marinette went to see her parents while Adrien was gone. And since she could see the huge tent they put up in the park, Marinette knew the shoot was still going.

So Marinette quickly rushed downstairs to the bakery, grabbing a few pastries. 

Since Chloé admitted to being behind the Website, Sabine and Tom figured it wouldn't hurt to open back up. 

"Maman, I need your help," Marinette spoke, the second she entered the bakery. 

She grabbed some boxes, placing pastry after pastry in there. 

Sabine just stood there, her eyebrows raised, eyes widened in surprise. 

"Don't worry, I'll pay for all of this. But the models at Adrien's shoot haven't eaten or drank anything all day," Marinette explained. 

"But it's almost dinner time," Sabine said. "That means Adrien hasn't eaten anything either?" 

Marinette nodded hastily, grabbing a couple of bottles of water from the huge refrigerator. 

Though, while Marinette was packing some stuff, wanting nothing more but to see Adrien happy in a bit, Adrien would spend his short break trying to get away from other models. 

"What are you doing after this photoshoot?" Eloise asked. She was one of the only girls that never really tried hitting on Adrien, and she had been modelling for the Agreste brand for years now. 

"Going home," he said, not even looking at Eloise. 

"Just that?" She questioned, almost laughing as she lightly pushed against his arm with her shoulder. 

"Yeah. Might stop by the bakery right across the street to get some food first," he chuckled, shrugging. He finally turned to look at her, seeing a bright smile plastered over her face. 

"I love that bakery!" She exclaimed, perhaps a little too excitedly. 

Eloise was always the only one Adrien had ever talked to at the photoshoots. They never really had any contact outside of work, but still were pretty close whenever they were working together. 

It was mainly because she went through the same as Adrien did, at least work wise. Her parents got her into the business without even asking her, because Eloise was too young. She couldn't complain about it, and her parents just kept on sending her to shoots. 

She knew what it was like. She felt the same pressure Gabriel put onto Adrien. Well, except that her parents didn't own the company she modelled for, or were the company. But Adrien figured it was still nice to have someone to talk to about it, having similar experiences. 

"It's a great one," Adrien said. 

"Now, do you get their stuff for free or do you have to pay your in-laws?" She asked, once again tapping his arm with her elbow, smirking. 

Adrien laughed, for the very first time being at this photoshoot, he genuinely laughed. Even just someone mentioning Marinette could make him feel a thousand times better. 

"Unfortunately, Marinette and I aren't married yet. But no, I don't have to pay," he answered. "Though, I would, if they'd let me." 

"It must be so great having literally a flawless relationship, with one of the most admired fashion designer, and soon-to-be in-laws that own a goddamn bakery." 

"Our relationship isn't flawless," he admitted. "We had so much to deal with, tons of fights to get through, and well, you know the recent drama. But we still somehow made it work. It was a lot of work." 

"I'm glad you did." Eloise rested her head against Adrien's shoulder. Usually he would move away, but for once he just didn't mind it. "You've grown up so much since I've seen you last." 

"Yeah, well, Marinette makes me a way better person. I don't know, she just makes me wanting to be myself, and that's pretty easy when she's just.. there. Like, suddenly everything is so much brighter. Live it worth living way more than before. And, I don't know, she just makes me really fucking happy." 

Eloise smiled, though Adrien couldn't see that. She was happy for him, genuinely happy. 

"Can I ask you something more private?" Eloise asked, sitting back up straight, facing him. He nodded. "Does she pay you? Like, does she even have to?" 

Adrien chuckled, but then wondered why a lot of people seem so invested in this very question. 

"No, she doesn't pay me. She didn't even do that when I started modelling for her, but mainly because I never wanted her to," he answered truthfully. "She's just always been my best friend, so I could do her a little favour. And well, we live together anyway, so even if she paid me, I'd just spend it all on her again."

Eloise laughed, but then suddenly her happy expression faded. 

"What's wrong?" Adrien asked, clearly noticing the change. 

"My parents would never let me model for anyone and not have them pay me. I think they would literally disown me when I did a 'favour' like that." 

"You see, your parents don't own you. My father thought he did for as long as I can remember," he let out a slight chuckle, "but then I just left in literally five minutes and moved out, though that wasn't such a good idea. But his compulsion to control me faded, and I did end up feeling better." 

She just nodded gently. 

"Eloise, your parents can't control you, and you shouldn't let them. Sometimes your family can be the most toxic environment for you, and you shouldn't stay in it when there is a way out. You're an adult, and I know you still live with them, which is no problem at all, but you do have the chance to leave, and they can't hold you back," Adrien said. "And if that's not supposed to be your first move, just speak up, make them listen to you, make them hear you. But if that doesn't work, you need to leave what's infecting your health behind and move on. Your family can cause so much more damage than you think, and it's important to know when it's healthy and when it most definitely is not." 

"God, you did grow up." They both started to laugh, either of them not believing Adrien could ever say something smart. "Thank you, though, for listening and trying to help." 

"I wish I saw that mature Adrien more often." A voice said from behind of Adrien and Eloise. Adrien didn't even have to turn around to know exactly who it was. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked, crooking his head to the side as he turned around on the bench, sitting on the opposite side now. Though, he had a smile on his face. 

Eloise did the same, though, she moved away from Adrien just a tiny bit. 

"Just thought you guys are hungry, and might need some hydration. And I know your father pretty good, he doesn't really care about what the photographer does with the models unless it affects the pictures in a bad way," Marinette said. 

Adrien took her hand, pulling Marinette down onto his lap. He placed a quick kiss onto her lips, then wrapped his arms around her tightly, but loose enough to not cut her air supply. 

"You brought food?" He asked, just to make sure. 

"Yup. I was at my parents' bakery. Figured you guys could need some." 

"My father will kill you," Adrien chuckled. "Though, I doubt he can look at you." He rested his chin on Marinette's shoulder. And so suddenly, it was like Eloise wasn't even near. 

"Gabriel won't not kill me, he'd be too afraid for that," Marinette said. 

"You can call him by his first name?" Eloise asked in astonishment, catching Adrien and Marinette's attention. 

"Yeah?" Marinette furrowed her eyebrows. "I know only a handful of people can do that, but why shouldn't I be allowed to?" Adrien was thinking the exact same thing. 

"I don't know, I just always thought it would be way harder to earn that," Eloise said. 

"Earn calling Gabriel, Gabriel?" Marinette was still confused. "We're literally work-partners. He's selling his designs in my boutique, and I am his son's fiancée. Did you really think I would call him 'Mister Agreste'?" 

"Somehow, I did." 

"Oh, Marinette," Adrien said, "this is Eloise," he introduced. Marinette gave her a welcoming, warm smile. "She's a good friend." 

Luckily, before Marinette could say anything, Eloise's name had been called out by the photographer. Not that Marinette really cared enough to speak to her. Eloise stood up and made her way over to the crowd of models. 

"You don't have to be there, too?" Marinette asked. Adrien shook his head no. "Well, perfect." She handed him a small paper bag from the bakery, containing a single croissant. 

"Oh my god, you're literally a lifesaver," Adrien said, almost moaning as he took a bite from the Croissant. 

"Stop moaning, people will think we're having sex," Marinette laughed, slapping his knee. "And your father is looking at us already." 

"Want to make his embarrassment worse?" Adrien asked. 

"How?"

Adrien stroked his hand that was originally laying on Marinette's stomach down, just enough until it was positioned right over her pussy, cupping it. And since Marinette was wearing a pair of black leggings, it was easy access.

Marinette's eyes widened, but so did Gabriel's. Though, he quickly closed them, taking a deep breath before looking anywhere else. 

"Your poor father," Marinette laughed, but Adrien didn't really care. 

"I never really misbehaved, so I have to make up for it now, with you." 

"You're so evil." 

"No, it would be evil if I did that," he said, adding pressure onto Marinette's folds, right over her entrance. Obviously he couldn't enter her since there was fabric in between, but it was still causing a slight moan escape Marinette's mouth. It could have also been a gasp, but in a moaning way. 

Adrien laughed as he watched Marinette's cheek redden. He placed a kiss onto her temple, then took another bite of his Croissant. He held it out to Marinette, waiting until she took one as well. 

"Adrien, it's for you," she said.

"Take a bite." Rolling her eyes, Marinette took a bite, knowing Adrien wouldn't stop demanding it until she did. "See, that wasn't too difficult."

-♡-

Marinette and Adrien were back in Adrien's room. They wanted to go home, their home. Chloé was no longer terrorising them, but Gabriel thought they should stay a little longer, at least until the press stopped reporting about it. Though, he would not have minded them going home, Gabriel really didn't want to hear or see any more of their interactions.

They were laying on the bed, Marinette holding a book in her hands, reading, while Adrien was on his phone. He was laying right between Marinette's legs, his head resting on the spot right below her stomach. 

"Did you go shopping?" Adrien asked, checking his bank account. "Using my card?"

"Yeah, didn't have mine on hand. But I will pay you back, don't worry," Marinette answered. Neither of them even looked up from whatever they had in their hands. 

"I don't want it back," he laughed, "what did you buy?"

"My parents' bakery. Well, the pastries I brought to your photoshoot," she said. "Some new lingerie, toothbrushes and also a necklace as well. Why don't you want your money back? All that was literally so expensive." 

"Do I look like I care? You could spend millions and I wouldn't care." 

"You don't have millions on your account," she objected. 

"Says who?" 

"Says your bank account." 

Then Adrien remembered seeing the new toothbrushes in the bathroom. He ignored them, thinking Nathalie just put them there for fun. "Did you buy children's toothbrushes?" 

Marinette burst into laughter, laughing so hard she almost dropped her book. 

"Why?" He asked. 

"Cause you are a baby, so you need a children's toothbrush." 

"I am not a baby." 

"Ah, I wouldn't be too sure about that. You suck on my nipples occasionally." 

He couldn't object, so he just accepted his new fate. 

After a comfortable moment of silence, Marinette came up with a question she couldn't get past anymore. 

"Would you get a tattoo with my name?" She asked. 

"I would tattoo your face on my ass if I had to," Adrien answered, not even second-guessing her question. But it was safe to say he didn't even think she was asking because she was expecting it, but more as a joke. 

"Serious answer, please." 

"Ugh, fine," he groaned. "I don't see myself having tattoos, but if it would safe my life, don't know how in any way, I would." 

"Imagine you wore tattoos, would you get one?" 

"I can't possibly imagine that," he chuckled. "Me, covered in tattoos? Nah." 

"Adrien." 

"You see, I think it's a pretty stupid thing to tattoo someone's name on their body. Anything could happen and you're stuck with it permanently. But, if I were that type to suit tattoos, I would consider getting a tattoo that represented you," he answered in all seriousness for once. 

"Why?" 

"Cause no matter what happens to us, you will always be a huge part of my life. You will always be the one I wanted to share my whole life with. You were the only one I ever truly loved and saw a future with. And you were literally all of my firsts. So even if we ended up separated, I would remember you anyway, marking it on my body or not. It would never be your name, though, sorry." 

"Stop this cute talking thing," Marinette hit her face with the book she held in her hands. "You're gonna make me cry." 

"So cry," Adrien said. "You keep asking weird questions, so suffer the consequences." 

"What are you reading?" Adrien then asked, not being able to make out the title from where he was laying. 

"Den of Vipers, why?" 

"What's it about?" 

Marinette stopped breathing for a second, not knowing how to answer that. How was she supposed to tell him it was literally about four mafia guys all falling for this one girl they kidnapped, fucking her, even all of them at once, not only separately?

"Uhm." Her cheeks flushed, turning into a deep red. 

"C'mon, it looked like you're almost at the end, you must know what it's about by now." 

"Ah, you would be too traumatised if I told you," Marinette said. It wasn't a lie. This book contained a hell lot of traumatising things. 

"Read it out loud." 

Once again, she stopped breathing, swallowing heavily. 

"No can do." She slapped her book close, laying it down on the bed as she sat up. 

Sine Marinette sat up, Adrien was forced to slip down, no longer having his head on her body. Though, he figured it would be fun to just completely lay on top of her. 

So he scooched back until his back was touching her front, Marinette's legs on either side of his body. He laid back, forcing Marinette to lay down as well. It was hurting in his back, but he would manage to lay like that for a couple of minutes, just to annoy Marinette, of course. 

"Get off me," she squealed, trying to push him off, but he just wouldn't move. 

"Den of Vipers, huh?" He chuckled. "Is it the one where the guy fucks that girl with a gun?"

Marinette choked on air, coughing at his sudden words. 

"Did you read it?" Her eyes were wide open. 

"Yeah, thought it was something else. The cover didn't exactly look like sex over sex and some more of sex. Oh, and violence, a hell lot of that," he laughed, impressed by Marinette's embarrassment. 

"And yet you're here, asking me what it's about!"

"Yeah, figured you wouldn't like answering that." He sat back up, finally allowing his back to straighten again. "Do you know what I've been wondering?" 

"Hm?" Marinette asked, sitting up as well. She pulled her left leg up, brining it over Adrien's head to the other side so she could sit more comfortably again. 

He turned around, crossing his legs as he looked at Marinette. 

"You did not speak to anyone but me after you had that miscarriage." 

"I don't really remember a lot of the things I did in that time," she admitted. 

Adrien pulled her in his embrace, sitting Marinette down between his legs. 

"I know," he whispered. "You didn't even answer your parents, you know. Do you know why?"

"I just didn't want to talk to them, or to anyone for that matter." 

"But then why did you talk to me?" 

"Because I love you, and for some reasons you were simply the only exception. You made me feel better, less alone. I knew you were going through the same loss as me, and I felt better knowing I had you. And I also didn't want you to suffer all by yourself, and I guess talking just helps sometimes," she answered. 

"So I am the one you love the most, even more than your parents!" Adrien exclaimed, cheerful. He pressed Marinette tighter against his chest, his arms wrapping around her just a tiny but tighter as well. 

"I did not say that." 

"HELL YES YOU DID!" She screamed, but cheery. "You said you didn't feel like talking to your parents, but you talked to me because you loved me. That means, you love me way more."

"Did you listen to the rest of my words?" 

"No, I just heard 'Adrien, you're the love of my life. The one I literally love more than anyone else, even my parents. And I think I should give you another blowjob.'," Adrien said, laughing once he finished talking. 

"You know what, Agreste? You can suck my dick instead." She rolled her eyes, but kept a smile on her lips. Not that he could see that anyway, given that he was literally pressing Marinette against his body.

"Ah, yeah, you don't have one. And trust me, I know that. Just seen you naked this morning, didn't see one. Unless you just grew a dick in a couple of hours," Adrien said. 

"I did." 

He pulled away from the hug, lifting Marinette up just enough to sit her in front of his crossed legs.

"I might have to check that," he said, pushing Marinette's sweatshirt up, hooking his fingers into her leggings before he pulled them down. He didn't even give Marinette time to react. 

He threw her leggings across the room, not caring about where they would land. 

Adrien traced his hands up her soft legs, until his fingers came in contact with her underwear. He then proceeded to take these off as well, throwing them across the room, just like he did with her leggings. 

Grabbing onto one of her legs, Adrien lifted it up, bringing it over to the other side of his legs until he was back between her's. Standing up her legs, Adrien granted himself a good sight of Marinette's intimate area. 

"Aw, see, no dick," he said, pushing Marinette's legs only further apart. She couldn't even close them, even if she wanted to. "Just like I remember." 

"You didn't have to take off my pants for that," Marinette said. 

"Actually, milady, I did. You said you grew a dick in a couple of hours, so I had to check." The mischievous smile on his lips didn't even fade anymore. "Though, I think it was a good idea that I checked. Cause it looks like someone got a little too excited reading a book like that." 

"Oh, shut up," Marinette laid down on the pillow, covering her face with her hands. 

"No need to be embarrassed. I can help with your problem." Adrien grabbed one of the other pillows, lifting Marinette's hips with one hand while quickly laying the pillow right underneath her lower back. "Can I touch you?"

"Just fucking do it!" 

"Now that seems a bit desperate, but I can live with that."