Dabble in Drabbles 26: Drunken Fervor

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I tried! I'm sorry! I can't write smut Marichat! And all my smut!Marichat will be aged up, okay?

To Luscha, who (for reasons unknown in which I do not want to know as well) asked for this so very not innocent prompt, and all of you naughty children asking for this! *hides behind blankets* *whisper shouts* don't tell my parents!

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Summary: Rule number 1 – NEVER give Marinette whiskey bonbons.

Adrien walked in the class, looking forward to another day of learning with his friends when he spotted an empty seat just a desk behind his. He slid in his chair and turned around to Alya. "Where's Marinette?"

Alya and Nino stared at him. He squirmed uneasily under their gazes. "What?"

"You didn't even say hello to me dude." Nino said with offended disbelief.

"And the first thing you asked is about Marinette." Alya added with a dazed expression. "This is revolutionary."

Adrien flushed. "Is it wrong to ask about a friend?"

Nino snorted. He mumbled behind a cough, "A friend. Right. Could've fooled me."

As Adrien glared at his best friend, there was a ping from Alya's phone. She read the words on her phone:

"The blood bath is here."

"Marinette's absent today." Alya said. "She has her period."

It was like a switch had turned on in the class. Adrien and Alya looked around in confusion as the students from Marinette's old class shuddered in fear. "Am I missing something?"

"Oh, yeah, you guys just came this year." Nino realized.

Rose spoke up. "Marinette never takes a leave of absence for class. She can be late, but she's never absent."

"But when she takes a leave of absent on her first day, it's never a great idea to get in her way." Alix looked at Kim with a sympathetic smirk. "Tell them what happened when you challenged Marinette last year on a wrestling game during gym class."

"Shut up." Kim grumbled as he looked away.

Alya and Adrien looked at Nino. Nino said, "She broke his arm."

The look on their faces was priceless, Nino almost laughed. Almost. This situation was not something to be laughed at. Alya and Adrien exchanged looks. Adrien said hesitantly, "Err, is there anything we could do for Marinette?"

"Chocolates." Nathanaël said quietly from the back of the class. "Preferably bonbons."

Alya mentally filed that in her head. "Chocolate bonbons. I got it. I'll go buy some later and visit her right after school."

Chloé, who was quiet the whole time, scoffed and said. "It's better if she just stayed at home and never come back to school. It's quieter without her here."

Both Marinette's friends glared at the mayor's daughter. But Nino just grinned. "Why don't you tell them what Marinette did to you last year, Chloé."

The blonde haired girl fumed and looked away snobbishly. The DJ snickered. "Thought so."

"Marinette turns into a sassier, more sarcastic, nastier version of Chloé." Nino said. "She's like a spoiled princess. It's best to leave her alone."

While everyone shuddered, a smile quirked at the side of Adrien's mouth. Princess.

The moon hung up in the sky, peeking out teasingly from behind the clouds as Chat Noir perched on a rooftop, a house away from Marinette's. Through the curtains of her window, he could see her come up to her room and a few minutes later, he had landed quietly on her balcony.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Marinette opened the trapdoor, revealing a smirking cat-boy at her. "Good evening, princess. You look purrty tonight."

Marinette rolled her eyes as she let him inside. She was wearing a thin pink nightgown that hung loosely on her frame. Her hair was down, leaving her poofy hair around her face. Chat jumped down, careful of his shoes, and stood at the edge of her bed. "What are you doing here, kitty?"

"Can't a knight visit their princess?" Chat said easily. Before Marinette could tell him off, he thrust out a box of chocolate at her. She blinked. He said, "I heard you liked chocolate, so I brought these for you."

A smile of delight graced her features. Alya had come early that afternoon to give her some, but it wouldn't hurt to have more, right? "Thank you, Chat."

"Anything for you, Marinette." Chat replied back. He watched with fondness as Marinette opened the box and popped in a chocolate in her mouth. She shivered in delight, a moan of pleasure escaping from her mouth as she chewed on the confection. Several images ran through Chat's mind, none of them very clean, and he looked away, his face burning.

"These taste funny." Marinette said a while later, box of chocolates empty. Chat looked back at her and wished he didn't. She was licking the sticky chocolate off her fingers, her tongue dragging across her thumb, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on her skin. He mentally shook himself, willing the images to go away. This was Marinette! The sweetest, most innocent girl he knew! He shouldn't…stain her like that.

Regaining his composure, he asked, "What tastes funny?"

"The bonbons." Chat took the box from her hands and flipped the cover.

225 grams Dark Chocolate, 150 ml Scottish White Milk, 50 ml Scotch Whisky.

Crap.

"I knew stealing from Nathalie's secret stash was a bad idea." Chat mumbled to himself. But then he froze as Marinette, who had crossed the room without him noticing (how did she do that?), switched off the light, plunging the room into darkness, the moonlight spilling on the floor like silver needles through the drawn curtains. "Princess?"

"Mon minou." Marinette said softly, a slight slur in her voice, "Come here, kitty, kitty."

Chat just stared at her as she slowly approached him, much like a cat prowling towards an unsuspecting canary. Except, this time, she was the cat, and he, the canary. His eyes trailed down to her curved hips that swayed with each step she took towards him. Her eyes were half-lidded, clouded from the alcohol induced in the sweet.

"You're drunk." Chat Noir realized too late. By the time he had spoken the last words, Marinette pushed him on the wall, her body pressed up to his. He could feel the heat from her skin burning him through his suit. The side of her shirt's collar hung off from one side, exposing her bare shoulder, making him realize that she wasn't wearing a bra. He cursed and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Marinette, you're drunk." Chat tried to push her away, but she was too strong. "Princess, please, you're not thinking straight."

He sucked in his breath as she pressed up some more on him. His claws scraped on her wall as she leaned up and dinged his bell. She chuckled as his face flared up. Marinette tiptoed so her lips were aligned with his ear, her sweet breath fanning his cheek, and she whispered, "Chat Noir."

Never did he think that he would be turned on by Marinette just saying his name. But he was, and when she bit his ear, eliciting something between a squeak and groan from him, it took all his willpower to push down the burning urge inside him.

"You're playing hard to get, minou." Marinette said as she trailed her fingers down his chest while her lips peppered the bottom of his jaw and down his neck with her lips, leaving a trail of fire behind her wake. He could feel her smile as she said, "But I like this game."

And with that, she grabbed his collar and pushed him down on her bed. With a smirk, she sat on the bottom of his abdomen, saying, "Looks like this time, I'm on top."

Chat Noir's face was so hot he wondered how it hadn't melted off already. Her hand rested top of his chest, the skirts of her nightgown riding tantalizingly up on her legs, showing a fair amount of skin that he wanted to run his hands – stop thinking! He swallowed thickly as she lowered herself down on him until their faces were centimeters from each other. Her dark midnight hair fell on the sides of his face, blue eyes gazing seductively at him.

"Cat got your tongue?" Marinette teased as she toyed with his bell. And then she dragged it down, exposing his lean muscled chest.

"Mari-" His voice cut off into a groan as she bit on his collarbone. She never broke his gaze as she left sweet marks down his torso. His fists clenched on her sheets, keeping himself in check, as she went back to each mark, kissing it lovingly and up to his neck. She hovered on his lips, and then pulled away, taking Chat's breath along with her. His breathing came in ragged gasps as she looked down at him, her tongue seductively poking out her mouth.

"You're such a tease, Marinette." Chat said after he regained his voice.

Marinette smiled. "Well, I am a princess."

"That, you are." He nodded. "And I, your knight in black leather."

"Well then, my dear knight," She trailed a finger down his chest, before leaning in his ear and whispered, "Care to make me feel like a real princess?"

"With pleasure."

And with that, Chat sat up and sank his teeth on her neck, his hands stroking her legs, sending shivers through her as her nails scraped his back. She moaned as he licked the mark, and trailed his lips down in between her collarbone. She shifted on his lap, the new position sending a new wave of a burning fire deep inside him. With a growl, he captured her lips in his.

This kiss was heated, coated with lust and desire, glazed over with chocolate sweetness. Their lips melded together, pushing against each other as they battled for dominance, although Chat Noir let her win this one, seeing as her tempting hands ran through his hair, rubbing on his cat ears, sending his senses into overdrive.

She fisted his hair, his claws grazing her skin and they pressed their bodies together, trying to close the gap that was no longer there. She bit his bottom lip, and he obliged, letting her in. Her tongue ran with his tongue, a mix of alcoholic chocolate and mint exchanged between their kiss. They pulled away, and Marinette returned to his neck, her teeth grazing his skin.

"Princess," Chat gripped her waist as he bit down a moan of pleasure, "This isn't – isn't right."

"You're such a sourpuss." Marinette pouted and returned back to kissing him senseless. She whimpered as he pulled away.

"You're drunk." Chat said quietly, "And I need to go."

"I'm not letting you leave, pussy cat." Marinette growled and pushed him down in the bed before slamming her lips on his.

But this time, Chat Noir wasn't having it. Pushing away his desires, he flipped her over, reversing their position. Before she could protest, he grabbed the edge of her blanket and wrapped it around her. He smirked. "There you go. Snug as a bug."

She glared at him. "Let me out of here, Cat."

"Go to sleep, princess." Chat Noir said. She struggled around, but then grew still as he stroked her hair gently. She glanced at him. He smiled at her. "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Marinette could feel her body system wrestling with her consciousness, the effects of the alcohol wearing off after their heated 'activity'. Sighing, she leaned back on her pillow and closed her eyes.

A few deep breaths later, she had already fallen asleep.

Adrien flopped on his bed, staring blankly at his white ceiling as Plagg floated off at the other side of his pillow, grumbling about 'pubescent kids and their sick hormones'. But Adrien never registered his kwami's words. He was still trying to process the fact that his sweet classmate wasn't as innocent as he thought she was.

"How are you going to explain the marks on your skin?" Plagg interrupted his thoughts. Adrien's eyes widened and he scrambled towards his bathroom.

Adrien cursed loudly.

There were hickeys all over his chest, and on his neck, and how the heck did one get on the back of his neck?! He could cover this up with heavy concealer, but when it came to photoshoots, now that one would be a tad bit difficult to explain.

Plagg just cackled as he ate his cheese. Serves his kid right for making out with Tikki's charge in costume.

After that incident, it would take weeks for Adrien to be able to look Marinette in the eye again and a month for Chat Noir to have the nerve to visit her once more.

After that incident, Adrien vowed to never let Marinette near a whisky bonbon or anything containing alcohol for that matter.

(Unless, of course, if it were just him and her alone together. But that's another story.)

Oh gosh let me die now. I made you suffer in the previous fic, but you guys made me suffer with this one! My innocence has been stripped away! *flops on pillows* this is it. My smut writing energy has finally been drained away. Thank goodness I don't have energy to do anymore of this.

FLUFF FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO PUSH AWAY ALL THE SINNING THAT WE ALL HAVE DONE!

(I get the feeling that my fics have been getting longer)

I hope you liked it! See ya'll next time!