The Convenient Marriage (MLB Fanfiction) COMPLETE✔

Chapter 49🔞

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.