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“Yes, kitty!”
Marinette’s moan rang out in the quiet room, which was only disturbed by the slap of skin on skin and their harsh breathing.
She couldn’t really see Adrien from her current position, which was a pity, because she could imagine the fire burning in his eyes with every thrust that shook her tiny frame. Her encouragement had only added to it, from what she could feel.
The truth was that it was a bit harder to recognise him at times like this, lost in his pleasure, his movements relentless. But she was glad that he let himself be like that with her even when she couldn’t see it.
It had taken her some time to coax this out of him. He was usually so focused on her, so attentive. And she loved all the different ways he could drive her crazy and his obvious enjoyment every time he made her come apart under his touch.
But this, this was different. It was about him completely losing himself in the moment and just going wild. She had convinced him that she didn’t mind the roughness, in fact, she welcomed it. There was something about feeling him like this that drove her crazy. She welcomed every movement that rocked her world and she proudly wore the marks that proved that she rocked his - the occasional teeth marks and pale bruises. She had assured him that she could take it, that she wouldn’t break, even if sometimes it felt like that.
Because while he could set a bruising rhythm that robbed her of her capacity to breathe, he also knew when to give her a break.
He stilled inside of her and she felt him flush against her trembling thighs, while a hand gently soothed the tension in the tout bow of her spine as he leaned over her to kiss her shoulder.
Marinette’s fingers unfurled from the sheet she’d been gripping for dear life and she lifted her face to the cool air. A bead of sweat slid down her hairline and she knew that her hair was a mess but she didn’t care.
“Alright?” Adrien asked, his voice gruff from the exertion.
“Absolutely,” she smiled. “Keep going.”
But when he moved to stand up, she heard a telltale grunt. This break wasn’t just about her.
Guilt flared up inside of her although it was irrational. He hadn’t gotten hurt because of her and the fact that it was one trauma her ladybugs couldn’t cure wasn’t her fault. Life still happened and it had left a scar on Adrien that manifested in a pain that sometimes made such sessions shorter.
“Or we can stop, it’s alright,” she said immediately. She wanted him to enjoy himself, not to ignore his pain because of her encouragement.
“Not so fast,” he answered her with a pained chuckle. “Let me just… “ She felt herself being pulled back until she was in his lap. “Can you take over for a bit, m’lady?” he smiled tiredly when she turned around to look at him.
“Of course,” she said readily.
His eyes crinkled as he leaned in and kissed her. Ok, yes, she’d missed that and apparently so had he. Her hand lifted into his hair to comb the damp strands as she kissed him back.
Propping herself with her free arm, she widened her stance to make sure she was stable on her knees and slowly undulated her hips. Feeling him still hard and hot inside of her but from a different angle made her moan and her lips slipped from his.
Adrien’s arm wound around her waist to hold her steady and she leaned back against his chest just for a moment, to enjoy his warmth against her. His lips left a trail of wet kisses down her neck, making her close her eyes with a happy sigh.
Her movements were slow at first, careful not to jostle him too much, but then she reached for his hand which was on her thigh and dragged it between her legs.
“Aah.”
The touch of his fingers made electricity zap up her spine. She was holding him in place, but he didn’t really need her guidance because he knew how to touch her. Very soon she was panting again.
This was supposed to keep her as well as him warmed up, barely on the edge, for when he was ready to resume where they had left off earlier, but she felt a different intent in the way his fingers moved.
She could barely keep up, because the rising pressure made it hard to focus.
“Adrien, I-” she gasped as he pressed harder, making her see stars.
“Yes, just like that,” he said in her ear. He sounded barely out of breath but she knew that he was enjoying this as well. At least he didn’t seem to be in that much pain.
Then it all became too much to think and she moaned loudly as the orgasm tore through her. All she could do was slump tiredly in Adrien’s lap. This hadn't been the break she'd imagined, but she was not likely to protest.
The world was still fuzzy around the edges when Marinette felt herself being tilted forward, her arms shooting up to hold her upright.
She had barely managed to take her first lungful of air when it was snatched away from her as Adrien drove inside of her with renewed vigour.
Marinette wanted to lie down on her arms and let him enjoy himself, but he had other plans. A small adjustment of the angle and she cried out. He knew her so well. He knew how to take advantage of her sensitivity to make this as mind-blowing for her as it was for him.
He moved so fast, she felt dizzy, but each sharp dip hit the right spot and Marinette felt the coil of pleasure tighten in her belly again.
It was different. Not so much a burning touch that burst into a blaze like earlier, but more like a bubble getting inflated, adding pressure that she was trying hard to resist, but it was impossible.
A hand sneaked between her legs again, this time just cupping her and pressing against her, giving her the stimulation she needed from within and without at the same time. Until the bubble burst and she cried out his name as pleasure rippled through her.
She didn’t know how she’d ended up with her face pressed into the mattress as she tried to catch her breath, although she welcomed the refreshing touch of the cool sheet against her flushed skin. Even in the hazy afterglow she could feel that Adrien was close and she knew that she had to hold up just a little more.
She felt him lean over until his teeth grazed her shoulder, and goodness, she loved his sharp canines, followed by a hasty kiss. Then his hands gripped her hips and his steady rhythm was forgotten, his movements becoming more shallow and more rapid until he groaned and she felt him spill inside of her. A moan tore from her as the sensation sent an aftershock of pleasure through her.
Yes, it was absolutely worth it to feel him like that but it sapped her completely from the last bits of energy and she would have collapsed if he wasn’t holding her.
Carefully, without even causing her tired muscles to protest, Adrien tilted them sideways until they were lying on their sides, him curled around her as their breathing returned to normal.
“Are you sure that you’re alright, Marinette?” He whispered, as leisurely caresses replaced his urgent touches from a minute earlier.
“Absolutely,” she drawled. “Almost dead from exhaustion,” she giggled. “But it’s the delightful kind of tired, you know,” she added quickly, before he could get concerned.
“I hear you,” he chuckled, his lips on the shell of her ear.
“I take it that you feel better as well?” She shot in his direction.
“Absolutely. You gave me just the break I needed.” Good. They were a team for a reason.
“If only I could just go to sleep but I need to go to the bathroom,” Marinette whined.
“Go. I’ll take care of this while you’re gone,” he said, pointing to the sheet. It was only now that Marinette saw the sizable wet spot there.
“Sheesh, did I do that?” she gasped.
“Impressive, right?” Adrien said, sounding ridiculously proud of himself. And for a good reason. Marinette didn’t even have the time to feel self-conscious. Her lips curved into a smile as she turned around to look at him.
“Good job, kitty,” she teased him, lifting her fist.
“Very funny,” he laughed, ignoring it in favour of her lips. They exchanged a tired kiss but even after a few seconds passed, none of them moved to get up.
“Are you sure… “ Adrien asked, his hand rubbing a sore spot on her hip. Maybe it was red as well. She didn’t mind.
“I’m very sure,” she cut him off. “You wrecked me, yes, but this is what I wanted,” she reminded him.
“I love you,” he said softly. It was the same look he gave her every time, as if he couldn’t believe that she was real. Even after all this time. He could be the wildest cat one moment and the softest kitty the next.
“Love you too,” she said, pulling him to her for another kiss. Yes, another minute more couldn’t hurt.