A/N: I wanna try and update this as often as I can! Maybe daily or once every two-three days if I'm ambitious lol. I just have too many drabbles and prompts. Here's another that I really enjoyed writing! (Also, thank you all for your wonderful comments!)

"Baby, señorita, ma chérie, please be my little lady, my little lady
Mi amor, you're the one I adore you, come on be my little lady, my little lady"

Take You - Justin Bieber

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt: "I don't actually like passionfruit..."

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"Haha...sorry but I...I don't actually like passion fruit..." Marinette laughed awkwardly, politely declining Adrien's offer to take a sip of his boba tea and gently twirled his pointed straw away from her mouth. Said boy simply eyed her with astonishment, as if she grew a second head and kept on gaping.

Marinette gulped and self-consciously pivoted a hair strand with her digits, averting his fiery gaze on her frame. What was the big deal anyways? It's just a piece of fruit!

"You're joking, right? Huh?" He brought the cup back towards himself and circled the straw around with the tip of his finger, still eyeing Marinette as she took a quick sip of her taro-strawberry milky tea. The girl now hyperaware of his body heat as the outside of their thighs pressed against one another on the small bench they sat.

"Nope," She peeked at him through her lashes, cheeks lightly reddening like her alter ego's namesakes.

"But...but it's passion fruit!" Adrien gestured towards his cup desperately. It was as if someone was claiming that one add one did not equal two and it was completely frustrating him to no ends. "Pears and bananas, I can understand. Hell, even jackfruit and pineapple. But passion fruit!? Impossible!"

Marinette rolled her eyes, albeit fondly, at her dramatic kitten as he began to babble about how superior is favourite fruit was.

Ever since their abrupt reveal a week ago or so, Adrien let go of all his restraints and acted and emoted around her as comfortably as he wanted, just like his alter-ego. Knowing that he trusted her enough to let himself be free in her presence filled her body with warmth.

The flirting on the other hand?

That was upped by three-thousand much to her poor heart's dismay and utter delight.

Not to mention the fact that he's caught wind of her long-lasting feelings for him on both sides of the mask which fuelled his shenanigans and dating schemes remarkably. From the need to have some sort of physical contact whenever they're in each other's presence such as an arm around her waist or tugging on her belt loops as he held her from behind, to the soft, sweet kisses on her cheeks and hands or the dark chuckles in her ear and the squeeze on her hips when their friends voiced out their dirty speculations about what the duo could possibly get up to when they were alone.

They were currently on theirtwenty-sixth date and they were yet to talk about making it official let alone get past the hand holding zone, the painfully yearning heart eyes and the fiery pecks on the cheeks.

He was waiting for her to make the first move like the gentleman he was. Even if everyone else could literally see his thoughts and urges to grab her into his arms and dip her into a deep, romantic kiss. In fact, their ridiculous classmates have placed bets on when Adrien was going to snap and have his way with her.

Not an if.

A when.

'It's not my fault that I needed time to process everything...' Marinette huffed internally, finally ignoring her thoughts and tuned back to her silly Chaton's rant.

"-it's got that perfect blend of citrus and sweet! That delicious tang afterwards! That refreshing cleanse! Come on, My Lady, just one sip?" Adrien used his special move.

Kitten eyes.

It was a little bit effective.

Just a tad.

A smidge.

"No Chaton. If Maman and Papa couldn't change my mind, what makes you think that you can?" She playfully flicked his nose, cheeky grin broadening at his whine and took another sip of her boba. She tried everything to keep her composure as the model wrapped his free arm around her waist, pressing her onto his body.

"Fine. You're missing out though~" Adrien obnoxiously slurped through his straw, making loud "Mmm!" and "Yummy!" sound effects, leaning all his weight against Marinette like dead weight. He slurped louder at the death glare she gave him.

All of a sudden, an idea popped up in the designer's mind.

Marinette bit her bottom lip as she contemplated whether or not to act upon the very idea.

On one hand, it would change everything and would require them both to talk about their unspoken but very obvious feelings which she was trying to bottle up by a mere strand of thread.

On the other, it would shut him up and turn him into a useless puddle of goo.

Or maybe...just maybe...it would fire up the darker, more sensual side of him that he's been hinting for a good while. A primal, raw part of him that have never ceased to get her heart racing and have adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Marinette quite liked the idea of indulging in that side of Adrien...

She made her decision.

"Marinette? Mari? Princesse? Buginette? My Lady- MMMPH!?"

Acting upon her impulsive idea, Marinette caught Adrien's supple lips with hers, melding into him with as much gusto and desire as she could possibly muster in the short sacchirine seconds and then pulled away when her inevitable shyness kicked in.

Looking away with rouge tinted cheeks whilst licking her lips, Marinette spoke as steadily as possible.

"I guess I don't mind passion fruit after all...if I get to try it like that..."

Since Adrien fell slack during the quick kiss, Marinette expected him to be a squealing, blushing hot mess next to her, maybe even melting onto the floor with a lovesick lopsided grin plastered on his face and purring.

She didn't expect his hands to grab her face and pull her into a deeper, harder kiss. Eyes fluttered shut, tan fingers tangled up in her raven locks as her pale digits dug into the creases of his shirt. Marinette felt Adrien pull her flush against him so that there was not even air between them as he poured every ounce of his feelings and enthusiasm into this hot, loving kiss. His palms felt like fire against her flaming cheeks and the subtle taste of passion fruit on his tongue added an entire different but amarous experience.

She was hooked.

"If passion fruit was what made you do this to me, I'd have taken us on a boba date a long time ago," Adrien panted in between kisses, wrapping one hand around her waist and clasping the other with her hand, entwining their fingers. His lips smoothed into hers, the cascading fire now simmered to a pleasant pool of heat in the pit of her stomach.

'Yes, you should've.' Marinette hummed in her thoughts, smiling into the kiss.

From that day on, Marinette started to like passion fruit.

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A/N: Man, kissing scenes are so fun to write. At first the prompt had me a bit flabbergasted cos excuse me...passion fruit is AMAZING. Lucky Marinette gets a nice hot kiss that tasted like it. And wtf did the kisses I received taste like? Like boring skin and flesh :/ Anyways, please do comment what you thought about the drabble!