(A/N) Hey
I know I'm a day late to post, but that was only because I couldn't sit and edit without any peace. Once I did have time I passed out lol I was so exhausted!
Anyways... The first part of this gets more into the mature themes, it doesn't gi all the way but I did want to warn people before reading it just in case.
I will put up a little warning at the start and end of it just to be safe and don't worry, you're not missing much of the storyline.
P.S. I suck at explaining outfits so bare with me if I get anything wrong.
Enjoy...
*Mature Themes, Start*
"Marinette." Her name was breathed over her skin, making her hairs raise with excitment and chills.
Light nips ran down her thighs, almost painful but pleasurable at the same time. His fingers ghosted over the bites he left behind, making her whine to feel the pressure of his touch.
"Adrien." She chanted his name almost breathless back, running her fingers through his hair as she tried to lead him into the areas she wanted him to focus on the most.
Eyes screw tightly shut to let her scenes take over her body. To guess where his fingers would mark next or where his mouth would claim.
It was an overwhelming sensation, almost too much to bare. Marinette was so close to her end but could never get there without him.
"Ahhh..."
Finally he hit her sweet spot, sending ripples of pleasure through every part of her body. It almost tipped her over the edge once his mouth made contact below.
"Adrien... mmph!"
Fingernails dipped into his scalp, clawing to keep him firmly in place. Her other hand gripped the sheets, putting some of the pressure on the bundle of fabric she bunched up in her hand to draw the pressure away from his hair.
"I-Im so close." Marinette moaned, biting her bottom lip as her body shook in his grasp.
"Mine." She heard Adrien's muffled voice between her legs. "You're all mine, M'Lady."
Suddenly the built up pressure abruptly stopped and Marinette's eyes had snapped open instantly, looking down at the person that wore a Cheshire grin when his face popped out from between her legs.
Instead of Adrien who was touching her moments ago, her partner in crime took his place, looking smug like the cat got his cream.
"C-Chat?" She asked and his smirk just got bigger.
How it did? She had no idea.
"Chat!" Her voice got higher as his claws dug into her thighs. "Ahhh..."
Pain turned into pleasure and Marinette flung her hand back into his hair once he dipped back down between her legs.
"Chat." She chanted his name, moaning as his claws ran over her skin. She didn't know what was going on but gosh did he feel so good.
"Marinette." She heard him muffle her name once again. "Marinette." He repeated but in a more squeaky tone.
Eyes that were tightly shut began to furrow with confusion. For some strange reason that voice almost sounded like...
"Marinette, wake up!" Tikki called.
"What?"
Marinette flew upright in her bed, feeling the sweat drip down her skin. It was almost sinful the way it move over her body, gliding over her most sensitive parts, almost like she was still being touched by him/them.
Dream, it was just a dream. She reminded herself.
No wonder why the two boys had switch places so fast. There was no way she would let that happen for real. No matter how good Chat Noir looked between her thighs.
It was still dark so it wasn't hard to focus on her surroundings, first seeing her chest rise and fall from panting and catching her breath, then to Tikki resting on her propped up knees.
"Are you okay?" The kwami asked.
Marinette wiped the sleep out of her eyes and nodded. "Yeah, I think so."
No she lied.
Why did the two blonde's have to make her sexually frustrated? If only she could close her eyes again and fall back into the fantasy.
The place where she didn't have to feel guilty and be cautious on who she could have because they weren't in relationships in her dreams.
"You were talking in your sleep again." Tikki told her, almost forgetting the kwami's presence in the room.
Lucky it was too dark to see the pinkness on her cheeks. "Yeah, strange dream I guess."
Her kwami didn't reply but she nodded instead, Marinette almost missed the movement but she knew her kwami better then anyone and knew she could tell when not to push her chosen any further into the conversation.
Once Tikki had left the comfort of her knee and laid on the pillow beside Marinette, the bluenette had done the same thing. The cold air finally hitting her skin where pools of sweat had accumulated.
Head hitting the softness of the pillow before pulling up her sheets just below her chin. It was so much more colder than Marinette expected, especially after the hot heavy dream she just had.
There was no way she could sleep properly after that. Her eyes refused to shut so she was left just stared up at her plain white roof in her room.
If this was the bakery Marinette would of been able to go up onto her balcony and cool down by relaxing on the deck chair but now she had the smallest balcony and that was mostly surrounded by plants. There was no way she could fit and relax out there if she could.
This was going to be one long night ahead of her.
*Mature Themes, End*
There was no need to be jealous, it shouldn't have been a feeling Marinette was allowed to feel.
Adrien wasn't hers to begin with, he had never been hers to claim. One night with him didn't change that, it shouldn't of change that but now here she was, almost tearing the magazine apart with a death like grip at just looking at the front cover.
How was she meant to look at them when they crossed paths again? If envy had this much effect on her. There would be no way she would trust herself to even speak in their presence again.
Last night's dream had to make these stupid feelings resurface and the lack of sleep afterwards just got rage bubbling inside of her, waiting for someone to make her snap at any moment.
Why did she have to feel like this?
"Girl you're going to rip my wedding magazine at the rate you're going." Alya chimed in as she walked back into the room, bringing Marinette out of that awful feeling.
The bluenette just had to remind herself that she was a horrible person and Bethany was a sweet girl. All feelings had to be put aside.
When she didn't say anything back to her friend, Alya broke the silence again. "You want to talk about it?"
Playing with the fitting of her dress, Alya didn't need to look her way to know when her friend was going through problems. It was like a sixth sense to her, they were practically twins sharing feelings at this stage.
Marinette had considered on telling Alya everything about Adrien and what happened that night. She trusted her friend that she would keep a secret and she had proven that when she had learnt about her alter-ego.
But there was a time and place to share things like this and Marinette knew once that information came out in the open, it couldn't be erased and undone.
She had learnt that the hard way in her earlier years.
It would've been just awkward when this weekend rolled around. Alya knowing while being around Adrien, Bethany and herself. It would cause a lot of tension within the group.
Besides Marinette wasn't ready for her reaction. It would've been most likely 'you finally did it girl' or 'why did it take you this long?'
There was the odd chance of a major lecture but she knew Alya better then that and that was the thing that scared her the most.
Marinette wasn't ready to be praised for the horrible things she'd done. Well how could anyone in their right mind praise her for what had happened?
She wanted so desperately to believe that in some way there was a reason it happened but knew better and instead shove it deep down where she wouldn't bring it up again.
Besides, at least Adrien still wanted to be friends with her.
Sure they might've slept together but Luka had proven that friendship could still stand after such affairs.
Well what she thought anyways.
"I'm guessing it has something to do with Adrien?" Alya spoke again.
"No!" Marinette quickly stated. "Yes!" She replied next, hiding her face in her hands at the confession. "I don't know." Marinette huffed almost silently, a sad tone seeping though her muffled voice.
The Magazine slapped against the coffee table and Marinette leaned back into her couch. Her legs tucked up towards her chest while she nibbled on the edge of her thumb out of habit.
How she started that habit was beyond her but she did know Adrien coming back had made her subsequently start doing it more.
Alya sat down beside her friend and turned her way, trying to make sure to manoeuvred the material of her dress with her movements so it didn't tear.
Lucky for Alya she wasnt wearing a ball gown type of wedding dress or she wouldn't have any idea how she would've even fitted on Marinette's couch to begin with.
Fabric would of been suffercating them both at that stage.
Instead she went for a sheath type of wedding dress, making sure it ran over her nicely shaped curves in all the right places.
Nino would praise her for the choice when he saw her in it.
Marinette had designed the base of it so far and since her chest wasn't holding in like it should have they had decided to add lace up to her neckline and wrap it around with a choker.
Her body was a curse and a blessing sometimes and trying to pick a style of wedding dress, well Alya had a strong feeling it would be a curse.
"You want to tell me what's going on?" Alya pressed, leaning forwards towards her friend. "You know I will always be here no matter what it is. Heck I don't think you could throw anything at me that would be worse then the time you told me you were Ladybug."
"Ha, I doubt it." Marinette sarcastically laughed.
"Come on Marinette, I'm your best friend, I know when something is bothering you." Alya continued to press.
The bluenette opened her mouth to speak, pulling away her hand between her lips and relaxing her feet down flat on her carpet below.
This wasn't the right time.
"Trust me when I say I'm fine." She assured "I got this under control for now."
Alya wanted to press her for more information but dropped It instead. "Fine. But can you please loosen me up! I can't..."
"...Breathe, Marinette breathe. You're starting to worry me." Tikki had spoken.
Marinette turned towards her kwami that was perched on her little bathroom sink and raised an eyebrow at what she even meant by that.
The tooth brush had stopped moving by that stage and tooth paste began to dribble down her chin, missing the sink completely as it dropped in splats on the floor.
"He will text you when he's free." Tikki reassured her chosen.
Marinette finally sighed, letting out the breath; she didn't realise she was holding in and looked back at her device that was standing up right on her sink, leaning against the wall.
No new messages.
It was Alya's bright idea she get back out there and go on a date but Marinette didn't seem so keen after the weekly drama she had endured.
So Instead of signing up to one of those dating apps her friend was suggesting (pushing) she decided to try her luck else where.
It would also get Alya off her back about having a date this weekend to the Kitty Section Performance.
"I bet Luka's just getting ready for this weekend." Tikki said with a chirpy voice.
"I know." Marinette said with the tooth brush still in her mouth.
"Then why have you been pacing and off in a different world?" Tikki asked.
Marinette hadn't noticed she was doing any of that but then again her day had seemed like a blur since Alya left her house a few hours ago.
Her number one mission when her friend left was to make sure she threw that God damn magazine out.
Alya insisted on her having it to get some more ideas on her dress or hinted that she could use it for her own future benifits.
The only future benifits she would need for it is to use it as kitty litter for her dozen or so cats she was going to adopt.
With Adrien and his future wife on the front cover though she was determined to get rid of it the first chance she got. Even if it was to rip the front cover off and tear it to pieces.
What was she becoming? This was not like her at all!
Nostrils flared, tooth brush locked into her jaw, almost breaking at the mere thought of what she was jealous about.
She had almost missed her kwami's requests again as her mind was swimming with overwhelming feelings she purposely shoved deep down.
Nope! Jealously wasn't going to take her over now!
"Marinette breathe!" Tikki reminded her again. "Hawkmoth is still active and if you lose your emotions now, there's no way to escape his wrath."
"I know, I'm trying."
She tried but it was so much more difficult than she thought. How one stupid night could ruin all her hard work after spending years in trying to get this far.
Adrien coming back was turning out to be the worse thing he had ever done and that was really saying a lot for the man.
"Marinette."
"What?" Marinette turned and yelled. Immediately recoiling into herself when she realised she raised her voice at her kwami for no reason. "Sorry Tikki, I didn't mean to yell."
"I was just going to say your phone is ringing." Tikki replied quietly. "But maybe it's best if you didn't answer if you're this angry."
Tikki flew out of the room to leave Marinette in peace. The bluenette felt horrible for snapping at her kwami, these feelings were just getting out of control.
Finally sighing and picking up the device, Marinette gasped at the name displayed on her screen. She wasnt expecting to hear from him since they spoke just the other day but her eyes couldn't deny he was ringing her again.
Excitment now took over her anger from earlier and Marinette jumped up and down on the balls of her feet while she answered the phone.
"Hey, I wasn't expecting to hear from you." Marinette said happily, feeling giddy to hear his voice again. Why she got so excited about him, well Marinette was trying to figure that out herself.
But it wasn't his voice that had answered.
"I know, sorry I didn't get a chance to ask for your number the other night so I used Adrien's phone to get a hold of you if that's okay?" Bethany replied.
Marinette gapped, feeling a bit stupid she answered the phone and said all that before she even knew who was calling her.
Gosh she was an idiot.
"Y-yeah, no, t-thats totally fine." Marinette squeaked in a very high pitched tone, walking out of her tiny bathroom and into the living room, plonking herself on the couch. "W-what did you need?" Marinette asked, her voice still betraying her.
"Oh, I just wanted to ask if you were free some time this week to organise the design of the wedding dress?" Bethany asked.
"I could see you Thursday afternoon after I finish work if that suits you?" Marinette answered.
"Thursday..." She said in thought. "I'll be at work but you could come to the studio if you wish?"
Marinette pondered on that thought. "Sure." She squeaked. "What time?"
While she was sorting out the drama that would become the day where she had to face Bethany alone, Marinette didn't realise Luka had replied to her request from earlier.
L: Sure, Sounds great. See you there.
(A/N) 2650 Words
Coming up...
• "Look miss if you don't leave I'll have to call the police."
• "I know, it's amazing right?"
• "Are you and Adrien close friends or did you ever date..?"
• "That sounds romantic."
• "I have a bad feeling about this girl."
Shaz out...
