He could no longer take it— Adrien pushed her back onto the bed, a sliver of rebellion passing his spine as he started to strip every piece of clothing off Marinette's body.

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"Adrien," Marinette groaned as softly as she possibly could, while he started to rub his hands up her legs under the gown.

He kissed and sucked her neck and she stripped off his shirt, discarding it onto the floor. She hoped that she did not accidentally break his Miraculous after that throw. Before Marinette could rub her hand over his strong chest, he'd already reached her undergarment. She blushed as he slowly...slowly...started to take it off.

"You need to tell me when to stop Princess," he hissed, "I won't be able to unless you want me to."

"Please," Marinette breathed, sliding her hand over his abdomen.

Adrien kissed her lips, then her cheek. Neck. Collar bone. He sucked on the place above her breast before raising the night gown towards her head and taking it off completely, leaving her naked.

Adrien hesitated, staring at Marinette's body like gold he would keep for himself. Every curve and dent in her body highlighted by her fair, smooth skin. There were still bruises and scars that remained from the battle but the imperfections just made him want her more. He licked his lips, not knowing where to start. She helped him nervously, raising his hand to her chest. He spread his palm over her naked breast and gulped.

"Are you nervous?" she asked, wanting to laugh.

He smirked at her, "Like you've ever done this before."

Marinette shook her head, "Princesses don't indulge in irrelevant desires without the consent of the King."

The prince paused, but Marinette covered his hand with her own, moving his palm in a circular motion on her breast. She could feel shivers down her back and pleasure coursed through her. He held both her breasts in each of his hands as she used her arms to reach behind her and raised her upper body from the bed.

"Adrien," she groaned, strands of dark hair falling down to her face.

The prince reached for her hair and slowly undid the ribbons that held her pigtails. Waves of her beautiful, dark hair came loose over her shoulders. He could not wait to see her hair spread out on the pillow as he made love to her.

"If you don't mind, M'lady," Adrien said, grinning, "I would like to be dominant for tonight. For the sake of my masculinity."

Marinette sighed, "Are you going to tease me on that for the rest of my life?"

"Until death do us part."

He smashed his lips upon hers, tongue dancing with hers as he began to take off his pants with one hand, while pleasuring her with the other. The poem screamed through his mind, giving him all the distraction he needed from going too fast.

Nakedly beautiful,
whether it is your feet, arching
at a primal touch
of sound or breeze,
or your ears,
tiny spiral shells
from the splendour of Parisian oceans.
Your breasts also,
of equal fullness, overflowing
with the living light
and, yes,
winged
your eyelids of silken corn
that disclose
or enclose
the deep twin landscapes of your eyes.

Once Adrien was completely naked, the princess took the opportunity to allow her hand to travel down from his abs toward his member. Marinette had never felt so excited in her life. In fact, she found the idea of pleasuring the prince much more nerve-wracking than fighting battles on the front lines.

The second her hand made contact with the tip of his shaft, Adrien sucked in a sharp breath as if she had just caused him pain. She reeled her hand back guiltily, apologizing for whatever she had done wrong.

Adrien quickly recovered, squeezing her breasts in his hands and flicking her now hardened nipples with his thumbs. Marinette slapped her hands over her mouth and moaned into them.

He stopped holding her breasts and started to trail down her body to her legs. The princess' breath hitched as Adrien slowly made his way down. She knew exactly what he was planning to do and quickly decided whether or not to stop it.

"P-please do not make me scream, Adrien," Marinette breathed, "I don't want to be heard."

"Why not?" he asked, kissing her inner thigh, "I want the whole castle to hear you scream my name, Princess."

"Adrien, please."

He did not understand why she so desperately wanted to keep their love a secret. She loved him, he loved her— who gave a damn what the people in the palace thought if they knew that the prince of Agreste Kingdom was making love to the princess?

He would have ignored her if not for those blue-bell eyes that stared at him with such intensity and hopefulness. Eventually, he gave into her plea and sighed, "Alright, I shan't pleasure you too roughly."

Marinette bit her lip as he started making his way closer and closer to her centre.

"Adrie— Oh..."

He started sucking her in a very sensitive spot, fireworks shooting through her core towards her fingers which allowed them to grip his hair as he licked her right there. Marinette raised one of my legs higher and pulled him closer, deepening his punishment.

"Yes..." Marinette gasped, hand over her mouth, "That's so— oh, yes."

He sucked and licked until she came apart, biting her lip hard so she didn't scream his name. She breathed heavily, sweat beading her body from the excitement. Her chest heaved when he kissed her again on the neck.

"Do I have the honour of making you mine?" he asked, moving towards her.

She spread her legs out as wide as she could to give him access to her sensitive spot once again. There was his answer: she wanted him with her— inside of her— to complete her. He lowered himself into his princess and he he muffled her screams in kisses as they made love with each other until she came apart.

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Morning came and Marinette felt something warm and hard behind her, waking her up. She turned around to see a strong chest and looked up to a smiling, messy-haired prince who was seconds away from sneaking out of bed.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he greeted with a nervous smile, "S-so, uh, how was last night?"

One would never have imagined Prince Adrien— heir to the Agreste throne and successor of three war battles— would ever be nervous for anything. However, Adrien was nervous about Marinette and what she would think of him. He truly never had sex before and, to him, the only opinion that mattered to him was hers.