Hey guys! This story has been really fun for me to write and I'll continue to do so. I just ask that you have patience because I haven't written anything casual much less smutty in a long time. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Things get very heated in this one :)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was many things. Sweet, clumsy, driven. Marinette, however, wasn't prepared for the things today had given her.

Not only had it forced her to admit her secret identity to a boy she thought she had gotten over, but it had also brought him to reveal that he was the boy she had been getting so close to.

That was Adrien in my bedroom the other night

The dark-haired girl blushed at the thought and ushered him into the small bakery out of the rain. Sabine glanced up from her stool behind the register, a crossword puzzle book in front of her.

"Marinette! You should have warned me you would have company, I could have made some snacks!" She scolded her daughter while turning to gather a few pastries out of the display case.

This was taking too long. She smiled, taking the bag from her mother and pulling Adrien by the arm towards the staircase leading to the apartment.

"Going upstairs to work on some stuff! Thanks for the treats mom!"

She sighed and continued to make her way to her bedroom, the blind following shortly after.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Marinette hushed him as they crept past her father sleeping on the couch. "I don't know. I'm just as confused about all this as you." She finally answered and pushed open the door to her bedroom and sat the grease-soaked bag on her desk. Her fingers worked to undo the bun she'd pulled her hair into and let it fall down her shoulders. She removed her damp overshirt, settling for the dry tank top beneath.

"Can you turn around?" She questioned without looking in his direction.

"Nothing I haven't seen before My lady." He purred softly. No need to be coy now, seeing as he'd already done unspeakable things to her.

"Oh just turn around" she huffed and he complied with a chuckle. He studied the wall above her desk, the photos of him he had seen once long gone and replaced by magazine clippings, newspaper articles. There was a picture of the four of them. Alya, Nino, Marinette, and Adrien. A smile crossed his face as he removed the tack to bring the photo closer to him. He had his arm around Marinettes' shoulders, a longing look in her eyes as she stared up at him.

Had she always looked at him that way?

There was a sparkle of adoration in the pools of blue. Something he felt when he looked at Ladybug.

"Well let's talk." He turned to face her. She stood in front of him, her hair combed, dressed in a pair of leggings and a tank top with a thin jacket. She looked cute even after being out in the rain.

"You start" he took a seat in the computer chair. She chose to stand, her nerves too overworked to sit down.

"I'm the miraculous guardian." He nodded. He had been there. " my job is to protect the miraculous and their holders. I'm telling you now that even though it's not going to be simple that my duty to these miraculous comes first." She felt bad for the words. But she had been entrusted to protect the powers of creation and destruction for Pete's sake. How could it not come first? One wrong move and the whole planet was toast.

"Second, whatever relationship I have with you doesn't interfere with my work. Got that kitty? I love you but save the flirting for when you're not wearing the mask." She gave him a small smile to soften the things she was saying. He got it, he really did.

"Any questions?"

"No, ma'am. I'm just glad it's you Marinette. Thank god it wasn't Chloe" he stood back up and drew her body into his strong arms. She could hear his heartbeat and feel the warmth seeping into her cool skin. The nerves subsided and were replaced by a sense of calm. París was safe. Nothing was happening. She could allow herself to take this as it was.

Her small hands snaked around his waist, clasping behind his back and she leaned her head against his toned chest. It felt like puzzle pieces clicking perfectly into place. For once in five years of being a miraculous holder, things were beginning to make sense.

There they stood, the holder of creation and the holder of destruction, embracing while the Raines puttered on the roof, the city of Paris seemingly washed away by the storm. All that remained was pure and beautiful. It was them. The chemistry, the reaction that had been building up to an explosion had simmered down to ripples.

They pulled away after a moment to study each other's faces.

He leaned down to press his forehead against hers, his thumb coming up to brush a damp piece of hair out of her eyes.

"I thought you wouldn't like me." They spoke at the same time, the looks of surprise mirroring one another.

"How could I not like you Marinette? Are you kidding?" He sounded almost offended, pressing a finger against her lips when she opened them to speak.

" listen to me. You are the sweetest, gentlest, kindest person I know. You're everything I've dreamed about my lady being. More actually, because you're here, in front of me right now. There's no more hiding. No more masks. There's just me and you."

She leaned forward and kissed him, their true natures showing through. Marinette was timid and shy, while Adrien's lips overpowered hers. His feet moved backward, pulling her with him until his heels hit her bed, allowing him to sit down and pull her to straddle his lap. He cradled her head as his mouth moved slowly over her jaw to the sensitive skin beneath her ear, and down her neck to the slope of her collarbone. He could see her. All of her. The realization was exciting to him just as much as it was to her.

His free hand ran up her thigh to grip her hip in his large palm. She whines softly when he pulled away to remove his own jacket, the sound traveling straight to his crotch. He needed her and he needed her now.

He went slow for her sake, his impulsiveness and impatience shining through as his touch grew rougher and more frantic. It was as if he thought that if he didn't touch her now, in all the ways she wanted, she would simply disappear.

Her mind was fogged as their chests pressed together, the hand on her hip moving to squeeze her bottom. The small squeak of surprise was all he needed to know she had never been touched like that.

He stopped once more as he stopped to discard both his shirt and hers, leaving her in a pale pink bralette.

Christ

He swallowed roughly as he looked at her. Her face was red and her breathing heavy as he flipped them over and settled his hips between her open legs.

"Adrien." Her voice was breathy.

"Did you remember protection this time?"

He nodded and dipped his head back down to press his lips against her slender neck once more. She had dreamed about this moment for years and it was oh so worth the wait. He pulled at her leggings, Marinette lifting her hips off the bed to help him. Her underwear matched her bra. Pink lace.

This girl was going to be the end of Adrien Agreste, he just knew it. His own jeans soon joined the pile on the ground, both of them staring at each other, panting and completely out of breath.

" Are you sure?" He kissed her temple, the feverish feeling replaced by compassion. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak just yet.

"Marinette. Tell me. Yes or no" his demanding tone sent warmth spreading through her belly. It was so sexy.

"Yes." She hid her face with the frilly purple pillow she had pulled from near the headboard.

"Adrien." A whine fell from her kiss swollen lips as he continued to torture the girl, the rolling of his hips nearly making her come undone beneath him.

Not yet. He stopped his ministrations and reached under her to unclasp her bra. The straps slid down her shoulders and exposed her to the cool air. She looked delicious, he decided. Like a strawberry. Her face was almost as red as the suit she usually sported.

"Is this your first time?" He asked. "Yes." She replied and looked away from him.

"Me too" he shrugged. Her mouth opened slightly at his response. "Really?!"

"Ouch don't be so shocked." He teased her.

"What I really mean is both of us are going to figure this out together. You say the word and I'll stop okay?" He cupped her cheek and smiled.

She nodded, staring at him as his boxers were removed and his, ahem staff, came into view. Adrien was perfect in every way. Perfect grades, perfect face AND well endowed? Well, how was any guy supposed to compete?

He reached for his jeans, pulling a tin foil square from his wallet.

This was really happening.

The packet was quickly ripped open and discarded, Marinette making a mental note to throw it out to prevent her mother from having a cow.

His eyes lowered as the condom slid over the hard skin, his hand reaching up to brush the hair out of his eyes.

"Ready?" His fingers ran over her knee gently, the contact making her jerk. She smiled up at him, nervousness flashing across her gorgeous face.

Marinettes' eyes screwed shut as he pressed against her. The feeling was foreign and incredibly tight. He leaned down, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her nose, kissing away the tears forming at the corner of her eyes. He settled himself deep within her, straining as he let her adjust herself to him.

"Can I move?" His head pressed into the crook of her neck. He felt her nod as he pulled out, pushing back into her slowly. She couldn't ignore the pinching feeling in her gut every time he buried himself inside her.

He settled into a slow and steady rhythm, her pain lessening with each stroke of his hips. The feeling in the base of their spines began building slowly, the springs coiling within their bellies, ready to explode. His thumb reached down them, brushing against the sensitive bud of nerves between her spread thighs.

She tensed, biting into the palm of her hand as the painfully pleasing experience finished her off. Adrien watched as her eyes rolled back, her chest arching upwards. The dazed look she gave him as she came down from her thigh was all he needed to spend himself into the condom, his breathing ragged as he pressed his lips against hers once more.

The two lay there for a moment, basking in each other's presence.

"How was it?" He smirked up at her.

"Perfect."

"Like me?"

"Easy kitty."