"Hey," she said, her voice slightly squeaky as she made her way into the bedroom.

He was laying back on the bed, looking at his phone, just in his black boxers. He had one hand around the back of his head and looked like pure sin. She was one hell of a lucky girl!

Turning his head towards her, he dropped his phone squarely on his face.

"Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Marinette rushed forward, Adrien scrambling to sit up on the edge of the bed. His phone being placed on the bedside and ignored in favour of her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Honestly. And you, fuck me, you really are fine! Come here." He had one eye closed as he motioned for her to come and join him.

Channelling her inner Ladybug, she sauntered over with a chassé of her hips, climbing on his lap and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Happy Birthday Handsome."

Adrien blinked, opening his eyes and although one was a little bloodshot it didn't matter. His pupils had blown wide and she couldn't help but feel powerful — even more than wearing a supersuit.

His hands traced down her sides and landed on her hips. "You look gorgeous!"

Feeling brave, Marinette wiggled a little on his hips, feeling the growth within his boxers as it pressed warmly against her.

"You like it then?"

"'Like' is a very mediocre word. I love it!"

Adrien traced one hand up her spine, threading his fingers through her hair as he moved her lips in to caress his. As they explored each other intimately, Marinette could taste the slight hint of beer on his tongue, along with the taste she'd grown used to when it came to kiss Adrien.

She arched her back, pressing her chest into his, her throat vibrating with need for more. His mouth slipped from hers, edging down her throat and sucking up every vibration he was causing her.

"Fuck, you just get more and more beautiful."

Moving both hands to her ass, she felt herself being pulled into his body and hips rolling against hers, a tiny squeak leaving her mouth as his covered erection hit her collection of nerves.

"Now, that's a noise I want to hear again."

Moving their hips once more, Marinette couldn't help but sigh out his name, her own hips searching for friction as he continued to suck and bite on her neck. His hands move to her stomach, grabbing the length of her tie and pulling the gown apart, leaving her body on show for him — lingerie and all.

"Tell me what you want," Marinette whispered, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his head back to look her in the eye.

"To fuck you until you're screaming." He kissed her again, hard and passionately, threading his hands over her shoulders and pushing the gown from her body.

His words sent new fuel onto the fire, every inch of her burning with the desire to have him inside hair. But tonight wasn't about that. Tonight she was his to control and she was going to start in by getting on her knees. Breaking off the kiss, Marinette looked into his beautiful green eyes.

"How about I start it off?"

She moved from him, settling herself down on the harsh carpet and trailing both her hands and her tongue up the inside of his legs. As one hand clamped down in her hair, he couldn't help leading her for the efforts, her want and will growing with every single word.

"Film me." She looked up at him, attempting to give him the most sultry expression she could muster.

He stuttered as he spoke, only turning Marinette on more. "You want me to — what?"

"Film me," she said again. "That way I know when you're alone and playing with yourself, you're thinking of me."

She never was this bold or brave before, and god dammit did it feel good. Adrien moved to the side and grabbed his phone, messing around with it as she attempted to look as sultry as possible.

"Are you sure?" Adrien asked, standing up and allowing her to remove his boxers, freeing himself to her and her tongue automatically shooting out to lick her lips.

She'd seen him numerous times, but tonight, seeing him bared out in front of her, she just wanted to pleasure and please him like a Femme Fatale she always dreamed of being.

"I'm very sure."

Marinette watched Adrien gulp, causing him to twitch in front of her. Taking that as a sign he was ready, her hands caressed up the backs of his thighs as her lips softly pressed small kisses up his inner thigh, mixing with tiny flicks of her tongue and nibbles of her teeth.

"Oh God!"

She gave him a quick glance, seeing his phone fumbling between his hands as he positioned it down and onto her. A look away and she was off again. Her mouth continued to explore around the area. She kissed her way up, heading towards the deep cut 'V' in his pelvis. Her tongue came out to trace the track before she placed a kiss on his hip and moved to the other side.

"Fuck, Marinette!"

With a giggle, she kissed along the waist of her boyfriend, stopping to show love and appreciation to the gym work he'd been doing but having a quick make out with each of his stomach muscles; bruised and small bite marks left in their wake.

Dragging her tongue down the centre of his pelvis, she stopped at the base of his erection. His hand came down to thread through her head, wrapping it tightly around his fist and pulling her head back — the result, lifting her chin and eyes to meet his.

"Your lips are so beautiful, sweetheart."

Her tongue shot out, coating her lips in a dampness before fighting his grasp and moving forward kissing his tip before taking him into her mouth. She closed her eyes to concentrate, almost ashamed to say she'd had to research online the best ways to do this for him. She moved her head, his hand relaxing in her hair to cup it, as she stroked her tongue backwards and forwards keeping in with the movement of her head.

He was moaning and praising her, and until this moment she didn't realise there was a possibility she had a praise kink. Just knowing he was liking what she was doing sent a dampness to her core, her own hip writhing in need of friction.

Marinette pushed her head down lower, one hand coming up to take his base as she cupped his arse with the other. Squeezing as she began slowly, careful sucks.

"Oh, fuck!"

Adrien breathed out curse after curse, her eyes glancing to see his head through back in overwhelming pleasure, only inspiring her to move more. Her confidence grew; her mouth taking more as she enjoyed the taste and feel, the silken skin gliding along her tongue as her eyes closed in desire. Her hips wiggled a little to try and relieve herself from the building feeling.

His hand tightened in her hair again, a quick yank pulling her mouth off him and her head away. She looked up at him, worried she'd performed something wrong, or that he thought he liked it when actually he didn't. However, the way his hands came to caress her face made her feel like the most desired woman in the world.

"I don't want to end yet, and if you keep doing that with your gorgeous mouth, I won't last much longer."

He moved his hand, wiping his thumb over her lips before offering a hand to help her up. As soon as she was standing, his hands pushed down on her arms and pulled her in closely, kissing her with all his might.

She didn't understand how he could be calm and careful, yet he was so ravenous at the same time. He ground himself into her, pushing her into his length and rolling his hips. It hit her stomach and she couldn't control the primal need to push him on the bed... so she did!!

As the backs of Adrien's knees collided with the edge of the bed, they both collapsed unceremoniously on top of the covers, Marinette straddling him and taking the opportunity to give herself a little relief.

"Not yet," Adrien huffed through gritted teeth, her lower reign clenching with the masculinity and demand of his voice.

He rolled them over to lay side by side, a small whimper leaving her mouth from the loss of friction. Without a moment's hesitation, Adrien's mouth found her neck, once again licking, biting and sucking at her milky flesh, decorating her with his ownership.

Adrien dropped kiss after kiss up her neck, grabbing her lobe and pulling it between his teeth. His hands moved around her body. Grabbing her breasts and brushing one thumb over her increasingly erect nipple. Marinette had never been this turned on before; which was amazing in itself considering the amount of times she had to get herself off with household items — just from looking at his latest swimsuit shoots.

She flung a leg over his as they lay chest to chest, settling for his thigh when she couldn't find anything else. He made out with her ear as she continued to hump him like a stray dog.

"It's my party," he whispered into her ear. "And I'll fuck you when I want to."

With no hesitation, Adrien grabbed hold of her top and moved it out the way. His head gravitating down to feast on her chest, his tongue flicking at her and causing her to scream once more.

Marinette grabbed hold of his hair, her hips jutting up again in an attempt to find friction and thank god this time she did. Adrien's nimble fingers moved the delicate wet lace out of the way, before plunging his fingers in deep, his tongue and mouth still assaulting her breast.

Closing her eyes, Marinette tried to remember the last time she'd been this overcome with pleasure... the answer being never! After this, she knew they would never be going back to normal.

She shut off her mind and felt! She felt everything! The wet flicks of his tongue on her sensitive nipple, his fingers deep inside her, stroking her in ways that made her want to evaluate their many previous times before, then he sent her over the edge.

His palm clashed against her nerves as he continued to rub her into submission, the chants and groans leaving her mouth uncensored and unconscious. Her huffs grew more ragged as her hips bounced off the bed, back arching and Adrien being ripped from her breast to kiss her lips.

"Oh... my..." she breathed out, her chest panting from over exhaustion.

Adrien chuckled, kissing down her body once more. Wet, suction kisses down the centre including a lick over where she'd just spilled. He sat up on his knees, his erection straining and ready for her, but he had other ideas.

Grabbing his phone from where he'd threw it on the bed, he took a couple of photos before throwing it back down.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and I adored this gift," he announced, taking his hands to her stockings and beginning to pull them down. "But let's get more comfortable."