⚠️ Sexual References throughout ⚠️

Adrien stepped towards Marinette. He began to undo the buttons on his shirt, continuing to stare at the most perfect body standing bare in front of him. Her smile sent butterflies swirling around his stomach and he didn't know whether this would ever change. He truly did adore this woman.

Marinette looked in awe as Adrien unveiled his bare, cut chest, throwing his shirt onto the ground before kicking his shoes off and undoing his leather belt. She couldn't help the hitch in her breath as he stopped short in front of her.

"Touch me." He demanded. Marinette lifted her hands up to place them on his chest but stopped mere inches away. She looked into his eyes and couldn't help the feeling coursing through her. She'd seen him stare at her desirably before, but this - this was different. She'd never seen this look before but she knew this was greater than anything he'd given her previously.

"Marinette, you're scaring me. Please ... touch me." She placed her hands flat against his pecks and stretched up to kiss him. She took his mouth with such heartfelt desire she could physically feel them becoming one.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. Her size and everything was always so delicate, he was scared one day he'd hurt her. But she was Ladybug, his equal. Time and time again she would tell him that she could take whatever he was willing to give. That she could handle it.

"I remember-" he began, as he pulled back to place his forehead against hers. "The first day I met you, when I spilt the drinks over you,  and you bit my head off. That was the moment I fell. I wasn't exactly sure what I was falling into but I knew I was going to enjoy the ride."

Marinette chuckled as her hands moved down to help relieve him of his trousers.

"The moment I knew you were mine was when you used the cheesy Romeo and Juliet quotes at the ball. I think I knew then you were made for only me, especially after seeing Alya's picture of the two of us. We were one sexy pairing." Her smile lit up her face and caused a chain reaction onto his too.

"We still are Bugaboo."

"Let's get cleaned up Kitty, then we can do what you need before we go back to work." She pushed down her own panties and kicked off her heels so she was now standing completely bare. Completely for his own desires. Grabbing hold of his hand, he hopped out his trousers and pulled off his socks following his ladies guidance into his bathroom.

Marinette wrapped her arm around the shower screen to turn the water on. Many times she'd been caught out by the cold spray that shot out at the beginning of this particular shower. Positioning her hand under the spray she kept a check on the temperature.

Adrien studied her for a while before walking behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist. He pushed his already hardening cock into the crease of her butt cheeks as he lay shy, meaningful kisses against her bare shoulders. The promise of love forever clearly sending through each touch of his lips.

The room began to steam, but Marinette didn't dare move. Tonight it was for him. It was all about him, whatever he wanted and whatever he needed. She would oblige him and allow him to take control, to take charge. One of his large hands moved up to cup her breast as the other stayed firmly on her stomach. Her stomach which once held their child.

Adrien stroked his thumb up and down, finally mourning for the child they never had to hold. The child who's mother had forgotten about him. The child who's grandfather was one of the worst criminals ever to roam the planet. Yes, Adrien was mourning. Mourning for his life, what it could have been, what it is now.

"I wish I could go back."

Marinette turned around at his words. She was worried he'd been holding everything in. He hadn't really had chance to let anything out. His emotions must be at breaking point. The fear of an akuma crossed her mind and she knew she needed to talk to him.

"Back to when mon amour?" She questioned. She could see the trails of tears begin to wind their way down his beautiful face, one that always seemed to show happiness.

"Before all of this! Before I lost my mother, before Hawk Moth." Marinette felt the knife twist in her gut! Did he really want to go back to not knowing her? He must have noticed the change in her demeanour or the flinch at his words as he continued on, reasoning to her.

"I would have protected so many people if I could just tell my mother and father to not use the Miraculous'. If I'd only known. Or if I could use the rabbit miraculous. I would have never dragged you into this mess, I wouldn't have lost my child, my mother and my father. I wouldn't put you in daily danger and have to lose you to unknown magic. Yes I know we would have never met, but I would have never put you in situations where you could be hurt." The tears grew faster and he began to sob onto Marinette's shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He said, "I'm so sorry."

Marinette kept hold of the fragile man in front of her and walked him into the now steaming hot shower. Not speaking she began to clean him. She couldn't speak. She had nothing to say. She knew this had to come out, all the pent up tension from over the seven years that they had been partners.

He'd always been the strong one, letting her cry out her frustrations and support her each and every time she was about to give up. It was his time now, and she knew he needed it. She would be there to hold him together, or to help put him back together. There was nothing she wouldn't do for this man.

She grabbed a hair tie and pulled her hair up into a loose bun on top of her head before finding Adrien's 'Adrien' branded body wash and placing a mound on her hands.

As he continued to let the tears flow she helped sit him down and cleaned every inch of his beautiful God like body. She was soft and tender, exactly as he had been with her numerous times in the past. He kept his head down to the drain, but Marinette didn't mind. She understood.

As she brushed her hands through Adrien's hair she heard a faint purring coming from his chest.

"I'm here minou, I won't ever leave you again." Finishing washing herself she positioned her hands out for Adrien and led him out of the shower. Turning the water off as she supported her Prince.

She took a towel off the radiator and began to wipe his broad back with the fluffy white material before turning to sort out her own. Moving away to place the towel in the laundry basket, Adrien turned to face her.

His eyes.

She hadn't seen eyes like this since he was akumitised as Chat Blanc all those years ago. Though this time she didn't fear him, she wasn't afraid of what was going to happen. She would go anywhere with him, look after him, support him.

She didn't dare blink, but chose to keep a close eye on him instead. Stepping forwards he grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, taking her lips for his own. He was kissing her aggressively, and needing. His tongue begging for entrance just so he could get inside her a little bit more. God he loved her. He loved that he owned her.

He began to walk, still keeping a tight hold on her wrists, until he hit the work surface in front of his mirror. Letting go, he easily grabbed her hips and hoisted her up to a sitting position on the work top. He began to lick and bite down her neck as she wiggled her hips forward to try and get some friction from his hard member.

As she began to wiggle he grabbed hold of her wrists tighter. Keeping her stationary on the spot. The tightness of his grasp caused a whimper to escape her lips but he continued on. Continued taking what was his.

Seeing his old dressing robe hung up next to the counter, he pulled out the thick material which tidied it altogether and slipped it around to Marinette's wrists. Making quick work of a knot, he'd managed to bound her hands out the way. Allowing his hands to freely check out her arousal. Stroking in between her legs, gliding along her slick opening he could feel she was ready to accept him.

It was time. Time for him to finally let everything out. He pulled her forward again and took her lips in his as he thrust hard into her slick, wet heat. She moaned against his mouth inspiring him to continue. Ramming into her hard again, she let out another moan. She was taking it, taking it for him. She just hoped he came back to her soon.

He began to move at a steady pace pushing into her deep and hard, aiming to hit as many nerves as possible. Grabbing hold of her right leg, he flung it over his shoulder getting a deeper hit into her tightness. He was in heaven, he could feel the pent up anger began to fade as he had hot sex with his beautiful girlfriend. He was lucky; he was adored; he was loved. This woman loved him.

Her breath began to get ridged as he continued to thrush, thrust, thrust into her. Her walls were beginning to clamp down and he couldn't help feel elated to give her this pleasure.

For the first time since he'd entered her, he looked up into her eyes. She was crying and she looked in pain. He slipped his hands around the back of her and undid his incredibly tight restraint only to see the purple indentations already starting to bruise.

Marinette could see his face drop and wrapped her arms around his neck. Removing her leg from his shoulder she encouraged him to keep his rhythm. Encouraging him that this was ok, she was ok. She wanted him to use her to heal, just as she had used him in the past.

"Chaton, keep going. Please. I'm fine." The tears leaked from his eyes again as he nodded and went back to his rhythm. A few more pounds and they both released, inside each other and with no barriers.

As their breathing steadied to a normal rhythm Adrien lay his head on his lady's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Mari. I shouldn't have - I'm such a - I'm so sorry."

Marinette pushed her hands through his hair as he remained inside her.

"I'm ok Adrien. Please look at me."

He slowly removed his head from her shoulder to look her in the eye. The guilt was written all over his face. She placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed him so tenderly, a new round of tears escaped his eyes.

"Adrien, I'm fine. I swear. I would have stopped you if I needed to." He nodded at her, tears still free flowing down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around him again. Taking him into a hug. A loving, comfortable hug.

She felt him move to the side before he slid himself out of her. Handing Marinette tissues, he wiped himself off and walked over to the toilet. Taking her used tissues with him.

"Chaton, let's go and have a sleep before we do anything else." She hopped down from the counter top and walked over towards Adrien. She was sore. Very sore. Yet she didn't want him to see or regret it. Holding out her hand, he grabbed onto it, and together they made their way to his old bed.