Adrien walked into the classroom and looked up at Marinette with wide eyes as he took in how she giggled with her best friend, Alya. Something was different about her. He couldn't quite place it. It wasn't her hair or the way the red ribbons flew through the air... Or the way her pink glossed lips curled up with each movement of them. It wasn't how a spark ignited in her blue eyes with each shake of her breasts as her infectious laugh lit up the room. It wasn't even the halo that ringed her beautiful soul. No, he couldn't quite place what made his heart speed up and catch fire.
He licked his lips and gripped at his school bag as he watched her with awestruck emerald eyes. His chest rose and fell as he got lost in her and time seemed to slow down. He felt warmth built in his stomach and zing down between his legs and for a moment, he forgot where he was standing. That is… until his best friend, Nino snapped him out of it.
"Yo! Adrien! My man!" Nino yelled and Adrien jumped out of his trance.
"Hey, man!" He suddenly smiled his perfect smile and threw his bookbag in front of his hips. Adrien slid into his seat, and set the bookbag beside him, bending down to unzip it. As he bent down, he heard Alya whisper over to Marinette and his balls ached as he bit back a groan from how uncomfortable his tight jeans were making him. Too tight for his liking, if he was honest. They shoved his dick in an odd angle that made him want to slip his hand down the waistband and adjust it to be more comfortable. Just a little to the left. Adrien got lost in his thoughts as Alya's words hit his ears and made him come back to reality, causing him to look for a pen.
"When are you going to ask that poor boy on a date?" Alya slyly glanced at Adrien, who was busy pretending to find a pen. She noticed how his fingertips kept grazing one and skirting past a few other ones along the way. She had to control herself from laughing at the whole situation. "He's dying for you to. I can tell." She leaned on her palm and watched Adrien slip past a pen again.
Alya wanted to scream through her hands where his pen was, but she didn't want to startle him or Marinette.
Marinette's cheeks flushed as Adrien peered through his blonde bangs, to catch a glimpse of her expression. He watched her suck her bottom lip between her lips and nibble on it with her pearl white teeth. Adrien flexed his cock as he grew harder. He shoved his arm over his lap to hide his growing predicament as he shoved it to the left with a swift motion beneath his desk.
Marinette brought the end of her pen into her mouth and sucked on the tip, causing him to swallow hard. If she kept this up, it might just destroy him. She gently nibbled on the end of her pen cap before she spoke. "He wouldn't date me. He thinks I'm just a friend, Alya. You know that." Adrien watched her bring her arms in, pressing her breasts together in her white shirt.
"Oh, I don't know about that. He seems to be quite interested lately." Alya leaned closer towards Marinette and Adrien quickly retrieved his pen and sat up straight with his bookbag in his lap, panting like he had been caught.
The rest of his school day had been filled with sneaking glances at the girl with dark pigtails and a contagious smile. Even when he had gone home for lunch, he was still lost in her smile and the way she laughed with their friends.
He had gone to all of his lessons and done everything that his father had planned for him and all he wanted to do was lay on his bed and get lost in the soft pillows.
Adrien sighed and opened the door to his bedroom. He fell onto his bed with his face between his two grey pillows, letting his mind filter to Marinette.
Adrien groaned as his mind automatically began to think about his face between her full breasts and his cock hardened in response within moments. He groaned as he pressed his hips into his bed and gripped the pillow in one of his hands as he rolled onto his back. He shifted his hips, undoing the button and zipper of his designer jeans. Adrien slipped his hand beneath his red boxer briefs and adjusted his cock to be more comfortable.
He groaned as his fingertips glided along his silky smooth skin, as he imagined Marinette's hand exploring his every curve and line. Adrien slowly opened his eyes and stared at his ceiling as he shoved his jeans and boxers further down his legs, until he kicked them off the end of his bed. He let himself go with the flick of his wrist and rolled over to pull a magazine from beside his bed. It had an article in it of Marinette and her designs for Jagged Stone. Adrien opened it to the page with his favorite picture of her. She had done the interview at the bakery and had spilt ingredients all over herself. A smear of flour ran along her flushed cheek and some chocolate was on her bottom lip.
He put lotion in his palm that was sitting on his bedside table and ran it along his cock, coating himself in the creamy fluid. Adrien licked his lips and parted them as he grazed her bottom lip with his thumb, thinking about how he'd love to clean it from her bottom lip. How he wanted to kiss her full lips and how he wanted them wrapped around his cock. Adrien dropped the magazine and gripped his comforter as his thighs shook, arching his head up with his eyes clenched tight.
He panted and softly moaned as he imagined her warm mouth around his hard length. Adrien bent his knees and raised his hips to meet the thrusts of his hand. He licked his lips and relaxed his legs, letting them spread wide and slide close together again. He ran his slick thumb around the tip and tightened his grip slightly as he ran his hand down to the base and back up.
He circled it and imagined her tongue and lips working him. Adrien thought about how she had sucked on her pen in class, how her breasts had bounced, and how she had smiled without a care in the world. He gasped and panted as he uttered words he would say to her on his lips. His legs widened again as his muscles tensed up and his balls clenched closer to his body. He licked his lips and slowly opened his eyes to only close them again as his cheeks flushed a deep rose.
Sweat broke out on his brow as his hair fell into his eyes. He raised his hips again to meet his fist and brought his legs back together again as his thighs trembled. His cock became harder and harder until it couldn't anymore.
His thoughts fell to her crawling up his bed and along his body. Adrien became slicker as his precum mixed with the lotion and he groaned under his breath. Marinette settled over his hips and suddenly she was peering into Adrien's eyes in the throws of ecstasy as she rode him and he came undone with his cock flexing, making his tip swell as streams spilled onto his black shirt.
He panted and placed his arm over his eyes as embarrassment colored his face. He cleared his throat and slipped his shirt off, cleaning himself up with it. Adrien threw the magazine back beside his bed and pulled his boxers back up, trying to act natural as he left to throw his dirty shirt into the hamper and wash his hands.
"Why are teenagers so… what's the word? Weird? Nauseating? Experimental?" Plagg threw a piece of Camembert into his mouth as he watched Adrien right himself.
"Shut up, Plagg. I don't know what's wrong with me." Adrien got up from the bed and shot him a look of irritation as he sat down at his computer, hitting a key to wake all four screens up.
"I mean you have four screens. For what? Opening different views of Ladybug? I know you love her, but…" Plagg crossed his arms and zipped onto Adrien's shoulder.
"It's- It's not Ladybug this time." Adrien groaned and hit his elbows down onto his white desk, sinking his fingers into his damp blonde hair.
"Oh…? Who's this new secret admirer then? Hm…?" Plagg slyly flew into front of Adrien's face.
"It- It doesn't matter because she thinks I only see her as a friend." Adrien pushed himself away from his desk and walked over to his giant wall of windows. "Because she is just a friend. I can't ruin that friendship, Plagg. She's a true friend." Adrien leaned against the glass with his elbow. "A real friend, who's amazing, fun, loving, accepting, and… she's- ugh." He closed his eyes and hit the glass with his fist.
"Purrfect?" Plagg zipped up behind him and Adrien turned around to rest his back against the glass with his arms crossed.
He scoffed and nodded, licking his lips. "Perfect." His voice came out in a quiet whisper and Plagg smirked.
"And it's not Ladybug?" Plagg questioned him again and Adrien solemnly shook his head.
"It's not always her either, Plagg. It's every damn female within a five mile radius of me. It was bad before, but now… Now it's just so much worse." Adrien groaned and ran his hand over his face.
"I'll never understand teenagers. First you love Ladybug. Now there is this friend, which I know is Marinette by the way. But now… NOW, you're saying you think of others too? I'm all for the more the merrier, but kid! Pick one girl!" Plagg rolled his eyes and grabbed a whole container of Camembert, sitting on the couch to inhale it all. He would have rather had a stiff drink, but cheese would have to do.
"There is only one girl, Plagg." Adrien plopped down onto his white couch and leaned back with his thighs spread. "There has always only been one girl. But I can't help it. My mind wanders. I notice boobs and asses. I can't stop it." He sighed and scratched the back of his neck.
"Sounds like a personal problem, kid." Plagg muttered and ate another wedge of the soft cheese.
"Does Ladybug have this problem?" Adrien sighed and leaned his head back against the couch.
His mind spiraled into thoughts about her sprawled out on the roof of a building, running her fingers between her thighs and along her slick folds through her suit. How her knees were drawn up and parted for him to see her unfold.
Adrien groaned again as his cock became hard. He looked down at his lap and growled in frustration. "Don't you have a fucking off switch?"
"I believe your hand or a woman would be the switch you're looking for." Plagg joked and Adrien threw a cushion at the little kwami as he got up to walk to his bathroom. "C'mon kid… I'm kidding! Don't you know how to TAKE A JOKE?"
Adrien growled in anger and slammed his sliding door shut. He pressed his palms against the marble sink and flung one of the faucet handles on with one of his hands.
He cupped the cold water in his palms and splashed his face, knocking some sense into himself. She was a friend and one that he couldn't lose.
Song I wrote this to (My husband sent me it today and made me cry happy tears like a dork. lol): Notbroken by Goo Goo Dolls