Okay, I know how long it's been. I have no excuse. I don't focus well and plot bunnies for new fics steal my interest. But I just got inspired to write for this so I hope it's okay.

As always I accept constructive criticism, so if something doesn't read correctly or is confusing or if I have any obvious spelling or grammar issues, please let me know.

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Worth It

"Don't go falling asleep on me now, Minou. I have big plans for you."

Opening his eyes lazily, Adrien blinked at the girl staring at him. "Rain check?" he breathed with a lopsided smirk, "20 minutes?"

She returned his smirk, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge as she did so. "You might need to wait," she said, "but I don't." Adrien let his eyes close again, his smirk turning into a grin as he realised the implications of her words. Of course, he wouldn't make his Lady wait, but the way she didn't seem to realise that was a little funny. Her take-charge attitude was shining through again and she never did put up with any nonsense from him before. God, he loved that.

That didn't mean he had to give up all of the control to her though.

Marinette squeaked sharply as she found herself sprawled out on her back with no warning, Adrien having launched upwards towards her and tugging her knees out from where they were settled on either side of him so that she lost her balance and fell backwards towards the pillows. She looked up into his mischievous eyes and felt her stomach dip as his grin twisted into something much more seductive.

The way she had fallen backwards meant her legs were already spread open and bent at the knee and he quickly slipped between them, lying over her, his lips pressing against hers roughly, tongue continuing its exploration of her mouth from where their last kiss had left off.

The material of her shorts scratched against his sensitive dick a little unpleasantly and he shifted slightly so that he was pressing against her thigh instead, where the material had ridden up a little. Using the new position to his advantage, Adrien pulled away from her lips to swathe her throat with open-mouthed kisses instead.

He was a little shocked at himself, at his boldness. It hadn't been that long since he'd been freaking out about knowing what to do and he supposed he had finally gotten caught up in the fun of the moment, forgetting all his worries. Nothing could fluster him now.

"Do you two fancy taking a break to feed me?" came a nasally voice from the direction of the bottom of the bed.

Marinette squealed and jerked forward, almost catching Adrien with her knee painfully, but thankfully he had also jumped in shock and narrowly avoided an injury which would have ended any plans the two had for later.

"Plagg!?" Adrien screeched, tugging a corner of the blankets away to cover his lap haphazardly, "What are you doing!? Were you here the entire time just…watching us!?"

"Something has to be interesting for me to want to watch it," the kwami told him, floating lazily just above the footboard, "I just know that the food's out here. And I'm hungry."

"Why didn't you say anything?" a mortified Marinette asked him.

"Well, he never seems happy when I interrupt him tugging away at that thing at home, so I figured I'd wait. I thought he might have fed me then," he said, before turning to Adrien, "but it's like you just forgot I appear when you drop your transformation."

"I assumed you'd made yourself scarce." He tried his best to sound furious; he really did. But the anger in his voice was subset slightly by the full body blush he was sporting. "And I've made my requests for privacy abundantly clear before when…you know…"

Seemingly unable to hold back, the girl beside him first snickered before bursting into nervous giggles, quickly developing into a full-blown cackle as he just stared at her in disbelief.

"Plagg," she snorted when she'd calmed down enough to talk again, "humans are very private about sex. It's not really a spectator's sport."

The little kwami gave a long-suffering sigh and rolled his eyes. "Well, it's weird. You're the only living thing on the planet that keeps it hidden away. And one of only a few species that do it for fun instead of procreation. A couple of hundred thousand years and I still don't get it."

"Yeah, well you were still watching when you knew we wouldn't like it!" Adrien snapped, "If every human you're ever met in person has told you it's private, then why would you ever think it's okay to watch?"

"Not every human I met told me that!" Plagg shouted in outrage, "Some of the older civilisations didn't care who was there! Sometimes there was so many of them, it was impossible to tell what belonged to who!"

Adrien buried his face in his hands in humiliated defeat. "Can you just please go hang out with Tikki in the bathroom? Please?"

"I want my Camembert first."


Once he had wrestled a couple of wedges of cheese from the sealed bag in his jeans pocket and tossed them to his gluttonous kwami, Adrien was thankful to see the back of Plagg as he floated off to the bathroom and phased through the door. Under normal circumstances, he might have laughed as the cheese dropped to the ground and Plagg reappeared –muttering under his breath about how stupid matter was– to inhale one piece of cheese and grab the other, pushing against the door to create a small gap to squeeze it through before the wooden barrier shut once more.

Instead, Adrien half-sat, half-collapsed in the middle of the bed, bunching the covers around himself timidly now that his sudden burst of confidence had been ripped to shreds by the embodiment of destruction itself. Marinette scooted forward towards him, an awkward, but genuine grin fixed on her face. "So, where were we?" she asked, face scarlet at their brief, but significant brush with shame, forcefully determined not to lose the previous mood entirely.

"I, um, believe you had plans for me?" he responded with a nervous scratch at the back of his head, eyes drifting over to the bathroom door briefly to ensure no further Peeping Toms incidents were likely.

"That I did." With a short, deep breath she gently pulled at the front of his shirt, dragging him forward until their mouths connected. He melted into her immediately, his mind clouding over with lust again at the soft feel of her moist lips on his, hazy and warm and feeling almost satisfied.

Almost.

He pressed forward and Marinette moved with him, leaning backwards slowly, her spine gently colliding with the bed when she lost her balance and toppled. She giggled as he climbed over her, his bare legs tangling with hers, his hand sliding down her side until he carefully gripped her hip.

As his body relaxed, he felt his mind began to panic instead, as if trying to balance the tension he had already been through. His thoughts zipped back and forth at a million miles an hour in a rolling ramble, much like the way the girl beneath him would often talk when caught off guard and unsure how not to embarrass herself. He found himself wondering about his next steps. Obviously, they were still going to go ahead with this. It seemed no identity reveal or bluntly rude quantic god had been enough to stop them so far. And he somehow doubted Marinette's nerves managed to match his own roiling tsunami of uncertainty enough to hold her back.

It wasn't that he didn't want this, of course, he just wished he had more experience – no, not more experience. He wouldn't give up the opportunity for he and his Lady to share their first time together for anything. He just wanted to have more understanding of what way he should proceed.

He pulled back slightly to satiate his hunger for air and glanced down at her at the petite young woman beneath him. She seemed so calm and comfortable there as she gracefully drew the silken leg that was between his to his side. She slid it and the one on his other side to position her knees so that they were bracketing his hips, feet planting against the bed either side of him. A clear invitation if ever he'd seen one.

Knowing he had to make some kind of move, he gulped, reaching to trace the band of her shorts across her waist, his touch feather light. Adrien felt as her stomach muscles tightened against his skin and the corner of her mouth twitched upwards. She instantly giggled and began to squirm away from his hand. "That tickles," she said in response to his searching look and he found himself smiling too at the way her nose wrinkled. It struck him as both funny and adorable. He momentarily unwound.

"So-rry," he sang, looking anything but, a grin taking over his face and hand brushing against her bare stomach this time, using firmer pressure to entice more of those sweet sounds bubbling from her throat.

"Kitty!" she shrieked as her hands shot out to fight off the offending fingers, her body twitching and wriggling in place beneath his as she tried desperately not to let his onslaught win. She pushed at his arm hard as he pressed down against her navel and the combination of her squirming and the shift in the placement of his hand left her gasping as he accidentally trailed his fingers down the seam of her shorts.

He froze for a moment while Marinette's eyes fluttered closed and she hummed in approval, but recovered quickly enough to experimentally swipe his fingers against her again – much slower and deliberate. This time her reaction was more pronounced, and she moaned – albeit quietly – and glanced up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Please…"

He cut her off with a brief kiss before raising up to his knees which allowed him the use of both hands to guide the shorts down her long legs. It was his turn to gasp as the descending material hastily revealed a patch of dark curls as opposed to the panties he had been anticipating. His stomach dipped, his head spun and a quick glance back up at her showed a dark blush staining Marinette's face like a sunset sky.

She was studying the pillow beside her head intently as he continued to drag her shorts down and off, tossing them aside towards where his own clothes lay somewhere on the ground. She didn't resist, but she hadn't been exactly helpful either and that didn't sit well with him.

Gently removing himself from his place between her legs and lowering himself down next to her on his elbows, body held away from her to put her at ease, he stroked the side of her face tenderly. "Hey, it's just me," he reminded her, "There's no need to be scared. Do you want to stop?"

She turned to face him quickly enough that he was glad he had left a slight distance between them, lest they butt heads by accident. "No!" she squeaked before adjusting her voice to a more normal timbre, "No. I, uh…It's just…" she smiled weakly until a snort escaped her abruptly, and a more relaxed grin filled the void, "I didn't have any clean underwear to put on. You were probably expecting me to be wearing some. I guess it's just a little embarrassing."

"What? Knowing you've been so much closer to being naked than me, this whole time? Not embarrassing," he smirked, "No, hot as hell? Yeah, sure."

She groaned without the shy smile ever leaving her face and gently shoved at his shoulder. "Oh, shut up and touch me already."

The pull behind his navel at those words felt like a hook, dragging and twisting his insides into an odd tangle of timidity and elation. Touch her. Right. He could do that.

Holding eye contact with her, despite his internal urge to bury his face in her shoulder and hide, Adrien took his hand from her cheek and delicately traced his fingertips down from her face, to the space between her breasts keeping his touch light and sensual. Mentally psyching himself up, he continued downwards to her stomach, drawing gentle circles against the soft material of her pyjama top until he reached the supple skin beneath.

He felt her abdomen clench beneath his fingertips as he continued downwards and fought the tremor threatening to derail his destination as he finally came into contact with the soft hair between her legs. He watched her eyes drift closed as he dragged his fingers down, then back up the damp, sensitive skin, a quiet keen erupting from her throat as he explored her.

He shifted slightly on his side to give himself more space to continue, quickly identifying her sensitive areas by the sounds she made and glancing down at what he was doing briefly before bringing his eyes back to her face.

He watched her brow tense and relax rhythmically as he moved his middle finger in careful circular motions, leaning down to kiss her when her mouth fell open slightly in pleasure. "Good?" he asked, pulling back just enough that his breath gusted over her lips.

"Yeah," she breathed, struggling to open her eyes enough to focus on him.

"Does it…" he stopped and took a deep stabilising inhale. He needed to know this, or it would kill him. Embarrassing or not, he would fixate on the nagging doubt if he didn't voice his curiosity. She gave him a puzzled look, though it was nothing more than a transparent mask laid against the obvious pleasure he could see swimming beneath it.

"Does it feel as good as when you do this yourself? Am I doing it the same way?"

He expected spluttered denials. Mortified insistence that she was not talking about that. Even pretending not to understand. What he wasn't prepared for was her unfazed honesty. Although the crimson colouring her cheeks deepened a shade or two, which did more to settle his fluctuating nerves than he would have thought.

"Yeah, it feels just, hmm, as good. But I don't really think about what I do so, ah, I c-can't really tell you."

Oh wow, he thought, all sorts of impulsive and unexpected images spiralling around his mind, she is way too cool for me.

Leaning in to brush his lips against her neck in a relatively innocent peck (at least, innocent compared to what his hand was doing) Adrien once again dragged his finger down through her folds, pressing just enough so that as the moment he felt no more resistance it disappeared inside of her. Her body jerked with a gasp and one of her hands grabbed at the back of his head as she pulled him up for a more sloppy, uncoordinated kiss, her lips catching his nose at first in her excitement.

Carefully he moved his finger in and out of her to the backing vocals of her delighted hums and gasps. Learning as he went, he adjusted his hand slightly and crooked his finger, slicking it against the inside of her body and applying more pressure in the smallest of increments, watching her closely for any sign of distress of discomfort.

It was an odd sensation as she clenched around him, the heat and damp sensation that might have been unpleasant in any circumstances other than this. Her tight warmth seemed to be trying to drag him in and on the next pull back, Adrien added another finger to her.

She whined and despite it being an obviously pleased noise, he could tell it wasn't the mind-blowing full body tingle of pleasure he had been hoping to hear from her. She was enjoying herself, but there was no escalation of her gasps, and she was only gently rocking against his hand so far. From what he understood from listening to one too many TMI's from the guys at school, she should have been pushing back against him more, or her back should be lifting from the bed, or…something.

Should he add another finger? As wet as she was (and dear God was she wet), she still felt pretty tight with two of his fingers inside of her. He didn't want to hurt her or make her uncomfortable when he was desperately trying to get her off instead. He knew some guys used their thumb to rub at a girl's clit, but the angle seemed to be all wrong and awkward for him. His wrist was already twisted from lying on his side next to her.

Deciding moving was his only real option, he dropped a kiss to her lips before pushing himself up onto his haunches, repositioning himself between her legs again and dragging his now free hand down the inside of her thigh, hearing her breath catch as she looked down to watch its progress with half-lidded eyes.

His fingers swiped circles against her again as he tried to hold up a rhythm with his other hand, the effect instantaneous and satisfying.

Marinette's left hand shot out to grip the sheets beneath her tightly, the other flinging up to grab the top of the tall headboard above her, instead burying it into her own hair with a whine when she realised that she couldn't quite reach.

"Ooooh God," she moaned, raising her hips to meet his hand's movements.

He continued his ridiculously overcalculated movements for a while, maintaining the speed he moved at, but gentling his external pressure carefully when he realised that she responded better to light sensual touches. Eventually, her legs began to clench around him, her knees pressing against his sides, and he was glad he had moved to sit between them since he doubted it would be easy to keep up his pace if she had his hand trapped.

His face twisted in sympathy for her scalp when he saw her start to tug at her own hair harshly, but based on the quickening, shaky breaths she panted out, she did so with good reason. He discovered a gentle increase in how hard he pushed inside her was welcomed more now that she was much closer than before, and he also tried picking up the swiftness of his movements, doing his best to ignore the building cramp that had started in his hand a few minutes ago.

Despite his attempts to stay gentle, Marinette was starting to thrust herself against his hand roughly, her voice getting louder and the sound tugging harshly at his groin. He no longer had to worry about how long it might be before he was capable of performing, his dick once again standing to attention and twitching impatiently.

"Minou…p-please…"

The sound of that nickname on her tongue again was near maddening and his lust-addled mind no longer had room left to overthink his actions. He slipped his hand from her clit and dropped it down quickly to meet the fingers sliding out of her at the same moment. Collecting as much moisture as he could in less than one brief second he returned to his efforts, now using some of Marinette's self-made lubrication to keep his finger slick.

She keened, hips raising and back arching right off the mattress, her body clenching around him and legs attempting to steal the breath from his lungs as they pressed in tight. Her body shuddered for a good long moment and Adrien slowed his fingers and waited to remove them until she relaxed completely, immediately trying to rub some feeling back into his wrist and palm while the slick moisture on his fingers began to dry sticky and uncomfortable.

Worth it, he thought with a smirk.