Love Square - One Shots

A Gift To Unwrap [2/4]

"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?"