WARNING:
CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
I might put this story on hold. I'm feeling unreasonably inadequate and hopeless when it comes to my creative ability.
  It almost feels like I dont fit in with the rest of these authors or artists.
My ineptitude is laughable at this point, it doesnt matter what I think

Let's see what happens.
Enjoy.

Also, I'm bad at smut. Sorry.

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Marinette shivered, her breaths escaping her in desperate pants.

  Her pyjamas were completely soaked by the rain, but it didn’t stop either her or Adrien from lowering themselves from the balcony straight into the bed below them.

  Marinette lay flat against the bed, the blush on her cheeks crawling down towards her neck like a parade of eager fire ants.
 

  Adrien hovered above her, his eyes lowering towards her chest. The fabric of her clothing had been completely saturated. Adrien was able to see right through it.
 
Her white spotted shirt clung to her wet skin, and Adrien was blessed by the sight of two perky mounds that sat atop her chest. Her pink supple nipples stood at attention through the shirt naturally from the brisk cold they were just in.
   Adrien reached down, sliding his hands beneath her wet shirt and he tugged it up her midriff just so that he could have a better look at her glistening pale skin in the moonlight.
 

  Marinette clutched onto the blankets beneath her. It was a bit uncomfortable to remain in her rain-soaked pyjamas, and Marinette was briefly worried about getting the bedsheets wet beneath her, but all of that washed away the moment she had felt Adrien lace his lips around her nipple.

 She gasped, her brow furrowing at the sensation of his tongue pressing against the sensitive little nub, and Marinette bent her leg. 
   Adrien slipped his hand down her abdomen, resting it just at her waist as he allowed her leg to rest at his hip. 
He loved the little noises she made. Every single moan, every whimper, every cry sounded incredibly beautiful to him. 
  He wanted to be the one who made her feel good. He wanted to make her cry out his name. Adrien took great pleasure into knowing that he was the one who made Marinette crumble the way that she did.
 
And for the first time in such a long time, Adrien decided that he wouldn't hold himself back anymore. 
   He was good enough, he was the one that she looked at. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He was going to allow himself to touch her just the way she wanted him to.
 
   He wasn't going to think about Kagami that night, and he wasn't going to pull away. 
 
   Marinette reached up, her fingers lightly gripping onto his hair. She closed her eyes, waves of pleasure radiating throughout her body. She arched up into him, her breath quivering as Adrien's lips tightened around her breast, tugging relentlessly. 
 
 
   
She exhaled, her hips moving up to feverishly push into his. Marinette kissed the top of his head, her heart racing within the confines of her chest and as she drew a breath, she uttered the words Adrien was desperate to hear. 
  "A-Adrien..." Marinette whimpered, her body quivering as she kept her eyes closed. "Please touch me..."
 
Adrien didn't hesitate. He moved his lips, his tongue tasting the soft valley between her breasts. His hand strayed away from her hips, and he very carefully slipped his digits beneath the drawstring of her pyjama sweats.
 
   Marinette furrowed her brow, her hands gripping tighter onto his hair as his digits brushed against the soft skin beneath her navel. 
 
   Her breath quivered and Marinette screwed her eyes shut even tighter the moment she felt his fingers slide beneath the fabric of her favorite pink panties. 
   Marinette tensed, her hands quivering as his hands settled between her legs. His middle digit delicately pressed into the soft button at the apex of her sex, and he drew gentle circles. 
   Adrien moved his head from between her breasts, and he latched his mouth onto the spot of her clavicle. He closed his eyes, listening to the sweet sounds of her moans.
 
   Her legs quivered around him, and before Marinette could even stop herself, she had been moving her hips against his hand, desperate to feel him more. 
   He curiously explored her, his digits dipping curiously into her opening when he discovered moisture just at her entrance. A deep blush coated his cheeks, and Adrien dipped his fingers into her moisture, and he glanced up at her.
  "You're wet..."
 
Marinette gulped, his voice drowning out in the sound of the storm. She bit her lip, her heart squeezing into her chest just as she felt his digit tease her opening.
 
She felt warm, her eyes slowly opening as she somehow felt that the touching he had provided to her simply wasn't enough. Her toes curled into the bed, and Marinette was tempted to immediately draw her clothes completely off of her body, as the sensation of her wet top bunching just above her breasts had been at its most uncomfortable. 
 
 
   Marinette pressed her lips together, her face impossibly red as she thought back to contraceptives. She had her purse with her, and seeing as though Alya wasn't upset that she had rummaged through her purse in the way she had thought she would be, but Marinette had the morning after pills inside of her bag.

  If they did end up having sex tonight, she knew that she'd be safe. He could release inside of her for the first time, and she wouldn't have to worry. The contraceptives she managed to snag would provide them insurance to continue going.

 
So why was she scared?
 

  
Yes, she had items to prevent her from getting pregnant, but she didn't have anything to protect her from the potential pain she would be feeling. 
 

Marinette wanted to lose her virginity to him so badly. But she couldn't understand why the simple concept of pain only pulled her back from that goal.

   She would have said there was not enough foreplay, but from Adrien's curious prodding at her entrance and his comment on how wet she was proved it otherwise.
 

 So what was stopping her? She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
 
Marinette gasped, her eyes widening the moment Adrien very meticulously sunk his finger inside of her. 
 
  He exhaled, pausing at the very first knuckle. He felt her tense beneath him, and Adrien didn't move an inch.
  She was so warm, and she was so soft. The way her body had wrapped around his finger so tautly, it drove him insane. Adrien screwed his eyes shut, his breath quivering as he couldn't stop himself from letting his mind run wild.
   If she had squeezed this way around his finger, he couldn't help but to think how good it would feel if she was wrapped around his-
 
"Adrien..." Marinette whined, her hands dropping onto his shoulders and gripping onto him. She buried her face into his chest, her hips lightly drawing away from the overwhelming stinging sensation of his digit sunken halfway inside of her 
 
   Adrien kissed her neck, his lips moving to open space for him to latch his lips as the sound of her voice and the feeling of her inner walls all mixed together went straight into his groin. He bit his lip, groaning as his erection had pitched in the center of his boxers.
 
   He remained still on top of her, his lips parting as he kissed another area of her neck. He pressed his knees against the bed as he kept his hand still between her legs. 
  

There was a brief silence between the two of them. Nothing could be heard save for the sounds of their breathing and the loud pitter-patter sounds of the rain landing on the window.

 "Does it hurt?" Adrien asked, his voice muffled against her skin. He relaxed into her, her heart pounding against his chest as Marinette's hands resumed their place into his thick blonde hair. 
 
  Marinette pressed her lips together, breathing from her nose as she remained close to him. She furrowed her brow, her heart racing erratically inside of her chest the moment she felt his erection push against her thigh. She swallowed hard, her body attempting to relax against him.
   Adrien flattened his palm, his thumb pushing against her clit tenderly.
    

"I… I don't know if it hurts." Marinette whimpered awkwardly. She buried her face into his neck, her hands tightening in his hair as she scolded herself for being awkward. 

   Her hands slowly loosened from his hair, immediately sliding down between the two of them. 
 

  Marinette blushed, searching for a distraction as her fingers ran over his abs meticulously. She pressed her knees into his sides, and she dipped her fingers into his V-line. 
 
   Adrien moaned, his teeth biting at her skin the moment that she wrapped her hand around his length. 
    His eyes moved rapidly behind his lids, as even though Marinette wasn't experienced, she still knew the way he liked being touched. She never squeezed him too hard, and she never held him too soft. 
    
   "M-Marinette..." Adrien breathed, his fingers slowly sliding deeper inside of her, causing Marinette to tense once more. Marinette had began to sweat, and her hand trembled around him as she began to stroke him the way she learned how the one night they spent in the shower.
   
  Marinette blushed, her eyes squeezing tighter as Adrien attempted to sink his entire finger into her. 
   The young woman whimpered, her body drawing away from his palm as the stinging sensation was incredibly overwhelming. Her face grew hot beneath her freckles, and Marinette tried to catch her breath.
 

"N-Not too deep." Marinette breathed, turning her head into him so that she could kiss his jawline. "Don't stop… just… don’t go in too deep."

  Adrien opened his eyes, pulling back so that he could have a better look at the trembling beauty beneath him. He loosened his grip on her hips and he lowered his eyes.
   
His chest felt tight.
 
  She lay beneath him in the moonlight, her dark hair sprawled across the pillows. Her eyes glanced up at him, her cheeks blushing as well as her chest. Her pyjama top bunched just above her breasts, and her supple nipples perked just as well as her soft mounds did.
   Her lips parted as she breathed and just as Adrien lowered his eyes, he could see that his hand was neatly tucked between her legs. Her thighs rested on his thighs and Adrien was completely enamored by the way her lashes framed her beautiful blue bubbly eyes.
   She was the most beautiful and erotic sight he had ever seen. 
There was a twinge deep in his stomach and Adrien slowly removed his hand from her pink underwear. Marinette remained still, her hand loosening its grip from around his length.
 
"I want to try something." Adrien whispered, drawing away from Marinette until her hands both fell flat against the bed.
    He reached down, his hands settling on to her hips and guiding her onto her knees.
   
Marinette bit her lip, a deep blush coating her cheeks as she turned over and rested on her belly. She pressed her knees into her mattress, lifting her hips in the right position that Adrien suggested. She buried her face into the pillows, shivering as the rain that settled in her hair had started to drip down her cheeks.
 
  Her hands gripped onto the pillows as she could see Adrien draw his boxers away from his hips by the corner of her eyes. 
 
   She gasped, immediately hiding her face into the pillows once more, worrying that she would only make things awkward by staring at him. She had no idea what he had been planning, but she knew that he was gentle. She knew that she could trust him, and she always did.
 

  Adrien placed both his hands on to her hips and Marinette bit into her pillow at the sensation of his arms slowly wrapping around her.

"Make sure you keep your thighs together," Adrien whispered, hovering above her. He turned his face in, pressing soft kisses to the side of her neck. "I won't enter you, but I thought intercrural would be safer at this point."

  Marinette whimpered, pressing her thighs together just as she could feel Adrien slide himself right between them. Her eyes widened as she remained still. 
   Having him in the palm of her hand, and having him stiff between her legs was a completely different center of gravity to work with. 
  She had never felt someone between her legs before, and Marinette had never felt so nervous in her life. 
 
Adrien leaned against her, his chest pressing into her upper back. Marinette could feel her damp hair fall down the smooth skin of her back. 
   The young woman rubbed her face into the pillow, shivering as Adrien hooked his fingers into the elastic band of her panties and barely drew them down her legs. 
   He released them, allowing her panties to bunch up at the back of her thighs.
 
"A-Adrien..." Marinette whimpered, feeling his hand slide down the back of her thigh before he began to languidly move his hips. Her breath escalated, her toes curling into the bed as she felt Adrien's length between her legs, pushing into the front of her underwear.
 
  It felt good. 
 
Marinette knew that it felt good, but there were parts of her that screamed it was incredibly inappropriate to say so despite how bad she wanted Adrien to know that she liked what he did.
 

  It was like they became two different people when they craved one another like this. They gave in to their desires with gusto, and Marinette found herself moving with the flow a lot better than she had initially anticipated. 

  
Granted, she'd probably be awkward after the fact, but that would be something she'd worry about when it got there.
 

   Adrien moved to a different location of her neck, his mouth latching on to her skin tautly as his hands moved from her hips and moved right up to her hands. His fingers laced into hers and Adrien allowed himself to relish in the feeling of warmth, wet, and softness from her sex and her silky smooth thighs.

 He wanted her.
He wanted her so badly. 
 
But he knew from when he touched her and the way she tensed that she wasn't ready for that just yet and he was willing to wait.
 
   The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. 
 

Marinette bobbed against the bed, her cheek scraping against the silk pillow as Adrien moved in on her between her legs. He angled his hips to create pleasurable friction between the two of them. The fluid from Marinette's arousal provided just the right amount of leeway for the desired outcome. 

  Adrien wanted to move in her, he wanted to feel her deep from the inside. He had never been so desperate for a woman in his entire life.
The feeling was incredibly invigorating.
Each thrust of his hips only fueled Adrien's desire for more. He wanted her to be his. 
  He buried his face into her neck, his hips going from soft and pliable to needy and desperate.
 
  Marinette bit her lip, her hand snaking down the length of her stomach so that she could press her hand against the front of her underwear. Knowing how desperate he was when they explored one another in the shower, she was prepared for his release.
 
  "M-Marinette-" Adrien whimpered desperately, thrusting his hips in an aching motion. "I'm so close..."
 
   Marinette curled her toes, her eyes remaining shut as she felt him brush against the sensitive button at the apex of her sex. The blush traveled down towards her shoulders, and Marinette was trying everything she could to deny her orgasm. 
 

"A-Adrien," Marinette breathed, her voice muffled into the pillows beneath her face. "It's okay… I want you to..."

  Adrien moved his lips down to her shoulder, his muscles aching as he was trying desperately to feel her as best as he could. His teeth lightly nipped at the pale skin on her shoulder and with one last desperate plea, Adrien finally reached his orgasm.
 
   He squeezed his eyes shut, the sensation between her legs and the soft smooth feeling of her thighs was overwhelmingly pleasurable between the two of them.
 
 
  Both of them knew, that they had gone as far as rubbing themselves against each other, it certainly wouldn't be the same between the two of them.
Sure, he didn’t take her virginity, but this was as close as they could get to having doing so.
 

   A small moan escaped the base of his throat as Adrien pressed his body flush against hers, his hands squeezing tightly against hers as all he could see were stars behind his lids.

  Marinette gasped, her hand pressing flat against the front of her underwear as she could feel the moisture of Adrien's release.
   She turned her head to the side, resting her cheek against the pillow. Her blush only deepened as she could vividly feel him twitch between her legs. Her panties had grown wet as he emptied himself into them, and Marinette could feel the substance on the palm of her hand. 
 
  The young woman furrowed her brow, as Adrien trembled against her. She slowly drew her hand away from her underwear and glanced at the sticky wet residue that was now smeared against her fingertips.
 
  Her blue eyes glossed over the fluid and her eyes lowered as it began to make sense.
 
   She lowered her fingers, dipping it into the milky substance as she realised that it was a bit sticky.
 
Just like the mango tea that he had accidentally spilled on her those many nights ago.