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“You ever heard of lemon-stealing whores?”
Marinette gently rubbed her forehead with her fingers. “No. I have not. What’s the joke this time?”
“No joke,” her roommate, Adrien, replied. “It’s, uh—it’s a porn video. But it’s funny, I swear.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay? Prove it.”
Ever since the two heroes had revealed their identities to each other, they’d grown close. Not quite “watch porn together” close, but they were comfortably roommates and friends. He’d stopped flirting with her as Chat, and she’d pushed past her crush on him. She definitely still loved him, and she probably always would, but she was able to set that aside and just be friends with him.
Except then he went and did things like pull up fucking Pornhub on his phone and expect her to watch.
“Hey, has it been about ten seconds since we looked at your lemon tree?”
Marinette stifled a laugh. “Okay. Yeah. This is weirdly funny.”
“Well, they, uh—it turns into normal porn here, so I’ll just turn it off,” Adrien said, quickly shutting off the video and storing the phone in his pocket.
“How did you even find that?”
He gave her a sheepish grin. “Well, you know, sometimes life gets stressful, and porn is…yeah. I keep it to my room, though.”
Marinette shrugged. “I’m not gonna get mad at you for watching porn. I do it too.”
“Oh, really?” he asked. “Found anything good?”
She blushed “Uh—I don’t have any favorites or anything—”
“Y-yeah, forget I asked,” he said, his cheeks turning soft pink. “I’m just gonna—go—”
He headed to his bedroom, leaving Marinette confused and full of very dirty thoughts of Adrien and his cock.
**
After that, they started watching porn together.
They were fully clothed, not watching it for any sexy reasons, but watching it to laugh at the ridiculous scenarios. It started as clips on Adrien’s phone, but soon they graduated to hanging out on the couch watching longer segments.
They always stopped before the fucking started—until Adrien stumbled upon something called “Ladyslut and Cock Noir”.
“Okay, this one we’ve gotta watch all the way through,” he said with a laugh as the video loaded. “I mean, it’s us!”
He tried not to smile too wide at the way she rolled her eyes. God she was cute.
Too bad she’d told him, time and again, that she just wanted to be friends.
“Cock Noir! The akuma’s invaded my pussy! I need you to destroy it!”
Marinette was cackling with laughter. “I’m so glad you never made puns that bad.”
“My puns are comedic genius, thank you,” he replied.
“Cockaclysm!”
The two actual heroes watching burst into laughter, Marinette actually falling over a bit, her head resting on Adrien’s shoulder. His arm was already resting on the back of the couch, so it was just a slight movement to wrap it around her, holding her close in a platonic and not at all romantic hug.
But then the Chat on screen tore open “Ladyslut’s” costume, revealing her nude form beneath, and the two friends awkwardly shifted apart.
“Should we turn this off now?” Adrien asked.
Marinette blushed. “A-actually—I kind of want to see where this goes.”
They watched in complete silence and headed to their separate bedrooms as soon as it was over.
**
“In the name of the Moon, I’ll punish you!”
“Isn’t that just what she says, though?” Marinette asked.
“Well, yeah, but not like that,” Adrien replied. He shifted in his seat slightly, and his foot brushed Marinette’s leg.
She almost forgot how to breathe for a second. Since they’d watched the entirety of one porn together, they’d started to watch even more, commenting on how unrealistic the sex was, but still—they were watching porn together. As a habit.
The actual porn was enough to get Marinette sort of in the mood, but what really got her over the edge during her alone time after watching was imagining that Adrien was in the next room over doing the same thing. What he might look like with his hand around his cock, his hips thrusting up to fuck those sinful fingers of his…
She heard a noise, like a strangled groan, and turned to glance at Adrien. His lap was covered by a blanket, but his hand was moving beneath in a telltale up and down motion.
“Um,” she said. “Are you…?”
He quickly brought his hands out from under the blanket, folding them on top of his lap. “Sorry!” he said, flustered. “I just—it’s the porn, you know? I wasn’t—I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to stop!” she replied, the words falling out of her mouth before she could think. “I—I mean, it is porn, that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?”
“I guess—if it won’t bother you?” he asked, and how could it ever bother her? Screw the porn, she could just watch him.
“It won’t,” she promised. “I mean, we’re—guy friends do this, don’t they? It’s fine.”
Adrien chuckled. “I wouldn’t know. Definitely never watched porn with Nino.”
“It’s fine,” she repeated, ignoring how her heart was pounding so loudly it almost drowned out his words.
He smiled at her. “So, um—to make it fair, if you wanted to—that’d be okay. I promise I won’t be creepy or weird about it.”
She gave him an uncertain smile and turned her attention back to the naked actors on screen before them. But when Adrien started up again, and made that groan—Marinette slipped her fingers under her own blanket, inside her panties.
She was not surprised to find that she was already wet. She easily slid her fingers past her folds, gently teasing and rubbing her clit. Her eyes closed as she imagined Adrien’s gaze on her, imagined him staring at her hungrily, imagined him wanting her…as soon as she pushed one finger past her entrance, her orgasm hit hard, making her hips jump off the couch and a wanton moan escape her lips.
She opened her eyes to meet Adrien’s gaze, piercing deep green staring at her while his own hand moved vigorously. “Fuck,” he said in a hoarse whisper, before abruptly looking away, back at the screen.
“I, um,” Marinette murmured, “I need to go take a shower.” And she left the room before she could do something stupid, like kiss him.
**
Something changed after that. The two started openly masturbating each other, Marinette even bringing a vibrator to their porn sessions.
It was black and green, Chat Noir colors. Adrien couldn’t help but smile the first time he saw it.
But then one evening as they settled in to watch “The Whore of the Rings”, Adrien noticed something different about the living room.
“Where are the blankets?”
“Oh,” Marinette replied, her cheeks pink. “I, uh—I threw them in the wash. You can grab one from your room, if you want.”
He couldn’t help the Cheshire grin that crossed his lips. “I don’t mind if you don’t.” So as the video started playing, Adrien hooked his hands into his pants and pushed them down.
Marinette stared. At his dick. It was hard already, a bead of precum on the tip begging her to touch fuck he wanted her to touch
“I—I don’t mind,” she replied, and her pants came off.
He allowed himself to stare just long enough to burn the sight into his memory, smooth legs with creamy skin, a patch of dark curls where they met, the most enticing pussy he’d ever seen peeking out at him. She shifted her legs, and he could see a small sheen on her inner thigh, evidence of her own arousal.
She slid her hand between her legs, and she whimpered. Adrien wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly stroking as he watched her grind against her hand. And when she grabbed the vibrator and pushed it into her pussy, her head tilting back as she moaned loudly, clamping her free hand over her mouth to stifle the beautiful sound.
Adrien came embarrassingly quickly, spilling over his hand before the porn actors had even removed their clothes. He excused himself to go clean up.
As he washed his hands and his dick, he could hear Marinette’s moans from the other room. He gripped the bathroom sink until his knuckles turned white, wondering how he’d managed to find himself in this hell.
**
Marinette grew used to masturbating in front of Adrien. It was a strange situation, sure, but they were such close friends they could easily be comfortable with each other.
Plus, there was no better way to unwind after a long day than getting a nice orgasm while staring at Adonis Adrien Agreste jerking himself off.
Maybe she’d never touch him, but she knew what he looked like naked, what his moans sounded like, what expression he made when he came.
The porn was secondary for her at this point—why look at actors when she had Adrien right in front of her?
One evening, as she was trying to watch Adrien and not make it obvious she was—her vibrator sputtered and died.
“No,” she whined, pulling it out of her and staring at it like it had murdered her hamster. “I just changed your batteries, you traitor.”
“Shit, it died?” Adrien asked.
Marinette nodded, pouting slightly. “And I was so close, too.”
“Do you—I could help you,” he offered, his voice low enough it made something deep in her belly clench.
“Help me?” she asked. Her legs were still spread, and she suddenly felt so exposed.
He leaned close to her, his eyes flicking down to the vibrator in her hand. “Help you finish,” he said. “I-if that’s okay. I mean, I’ve already seen you, so…I just want to help out my friend.”
She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to press her bare body against his, wanted more than just an orgasm from him. But that would be crossing a line, so—she’d take what she could get. “Please?”
In an instant, Adrien was beside her, his thigh warm against hers as his hand slid along her leg. “Is—is this okay?” he asked again.
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. And suddenly, his hand was brushing against her pussy and she moaned, so on edge he barely needed to touch her. But he did touch her, pushing his fingers inside her and rubbing a spot that made her see stars.
“God, you’re…fuck,” he murmured. He was slightly hoarse, and she clenched around his fingers at the sound.
“Adrien, fuck, Adrien,” she moaned, her hands clutching his shoulders, her hips jerking off the couch to press into his touch. Se was so, so close, but she needed it to last, needed time to commit to memory the feeling of Adrien’s fingers inside her, his breath hot on her neck as he hovered mere centimeters away from possibly, hopefully kissing her.
He moved his thumb to rub against her clit, and she came, her body shuddering as she let her head loll, rest against his chest.
“Adrien,” she cried, unable to say anything else. “Adrien…”
His hand slowed, the friction against her lessening until he withdrew his hand from her. He was breathing hard, his eyes wide as he shifted back to his original spot on the couch.
A rush of feelings came over her, and she wordlessly rushed out of the room, leaving him behind. She felt satisfied, guilty, confused, wanting, and—it was too much to deal with.