Adrien's POV

I sling my messenger bag over my shoulder and hold the strap so the bag is hiding my raging hard on. Then, I stiffly make my way to my next class. Luckily, we're learning history, and Marinette is once again in the back. This gives me time to will away my problem.

After class is over, everyone files out towards lunch. Marinette is last, and I snag her hand and drag her to an empty classroom before I lock the door. I kiss her hard, and she rakes her nails down my back over my shirt. As I kiss her, I pull up her skirt. Then, I get down on my knees.

"What are you-?" She's cut off by my nose nudging her through her soaked panties. Her aroma is so familiar, but I brush that thought aside to torture her.

I quickly rip her panties—yes, I actually rip them—off of her. She gasps at the sudden air on her cunt. I waste no time as I begin to devour her. She's moaning loudly, so I reach up and stuff what's left of her underwear into her mouth so we don't get caught.

Her hands are in my hair, yanking on it as I circle her clit before sucking it into my mouth. I hear a muffled scream and do it again. As I'm doing this, I plunge two fingers into her dripping heat, causing her to buck her hips against me. I continue thrusting my fingers in and out, occasionally scissoring them, as I suck her clit.

I feel her start to squeeze my fingers, signaling she's close, but I stop my ministrations. She looks down at me with lidded eyes, glaring. I simply suck my fingers into my mouth with an innocent expression before I lean back down, grabbing her thighs and holding them up to the wall on either side of her. My tongue dips into her heat before licking and sucking its way to her asshole.

As my tongue prods her, she jumps. I look up at her to see if she wants me to stop, but she's lost in the pleasure. I suck on the skin of her hole a bit before I prod again and circle the rim. Then I make my way back up to her pussy and bite her clit gently, causing her instantly to climax on my tongue. I lap it up, feeling like the cat that got the cream.

When she finishes releasing, I set her feet back on the floor, but her knees shake, and she falls to the ground in front of me. She pulls her makeshift gag out of her mouth and begins panting for air. When she finally regains it, she asks me, "What was that?"

"That was revenge for that stunt this morning." Her jaw drops, and I can't resist leaning in and sucking her lower lip into my mouth.

She leans into me, deepening the kiss as her hands come to rest on my thighs, one on my painfully hard erection. She pulls away and looks a little nervous.

"Do you want me to return the favor?"

"Not if you aren't ready. I'm not going to force you into anything, Mari. We did a lot just now, and I don't want to push you too far. A few days ago, you could barely speak to me without stuttering or mixing up your words. Don't go too fast. I know you're more confident, but that doesn't mean you need to push yourself too hard."

She tears up and wraps her arms around me. I feel her quiver and realize she's silently crying into me. I rub soothing circles on her back as I reposition myself to sit cross legged and pull her onto my lap, cradling her head to me. I plant soft kisses on her hair and whisper soothing words. My needs don't matter right now. This is all about her. She needs me, and I'm not going to leave her the way everyone else did.

Her shaking starts to lessen, and she pulls back, wiping her eyes. Somehow her make up survived. She plants a gentle kiss on my lips in thanks, and my heart swells.

"I'm always going to be here for you, Mari."

"Thank you," she whispers, blushing as though embarrassed.

"It's okay to cry, you know. I doubt you've had enough time to really process all that's going on between losing your friends, your personal changes, the love square… it's a lot."

"I know… thank you."

"Come on, you've got about twenty minutes left to eat," I stand and pull her to her feet, pulling her skirt down to a more acceptable level.

"What about you?"

"I already had my meal," I say, winking. She blushes and nudges me.

"No… I meant…" she gestures to my dick.

"I'll hit the bathroom and meet you in the locker room to eat, okay? Just grab a lunch from downstairs for yourself."

"Okay." She starts to walk away, but I stop her and pull her in for a hug.

"And I'm sorry." I mutter into her neck.

"For what?"

"Your underwear." I wink, pick up the scraps and shove them in my pocket.

"Between you and Cat, I'm not going to have any left. Thankfully, I brought an extra pair, expecting either you or Cat to corner me at some point."

"It's your own fault. But hey, don't worry about running out. We can go shopping. I'd love to have you model some lingerie for me." She blushes and smacks my arm.

"Go take care of yourself. We have a lunch date."

I salute her and rush to the closest bathroom, going into a stall to relieve myself. It doesn't take much, with the image of Marinette above me and her taste lingering on my tongue. I get to the locker room right around when she does, and we go sit by the lockers to eat. We make jokes and talk while we munch. Time is lost until the bell ringing pops our little bubble. We quickly discard our trash, having finished eating, and we head to our next class.