My Wildest Dreams...|| A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction|| Adrienette||

Chapter Four: Dirty Flowers...

She's so beautiful, just like in my dream. Her sundress blowing in the wind, her midnight hair in a neat bun, and a light dust of makeup spread across her face. I nervously make my way to her with flowers in my hand, what am I doing? She's so...out of my league. This is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, she's out of everyone's league. My hands start to shake the closer I get to her sitting on a park bench.

Marinette looks up from her phone and stops me across the way. She stands up with face of awe, I mean, I did go pretty over board with the bouquet of flowers. Marinette runs up to me giving me the biggest hug I've ever received in awhile, she pulls away and smiles. "These are for you, M'lady." I hand her the bouquet, she gives me an odd look before taking them from me only to have her kind and warming smile return on her features. "I can't. You didn't have to do this Adrien, we're just hanging out." she chuckles, looking at the ground then back at me biting her bottom lip. Why is she so gorgeous? My face heats up from her unintentional seductive action. That small little gesture drove me wild? How will I react to something intentionally seductive? I can't think this way today, she's right in front of me. 

"I wanted to, you deserve it." I smile, I take her hand into mine. We walk up to the ice cream stand to order, one vanilla ice cream for the lady and one strawberry for me. Marinette suggests we go for a walk and maybe even decide what we should do for the evening to which I agree, I didn't really have much planned for this I didn't want to show up to the date and decide everything out and seem controlling which I'm not. I kinda just want this date to go in the direction that it does, plus, what if she didn't like what I originally had planned? 

"So, how have your dreams been? I remember you were explaining how wild your dreams can get and how they were affecting your outside life." I kinda shocked that she even remembers me saying that. She actually listens, like listen listens and remembers the small little things. I appreciate that, it makes me feel special and heard by at least one person. I guess I'm taking too long to answer since I can feel her eyes on me while I try my best to not make eye contact and look at the ground. "You remembered. Yes, the have been getting a lot more...detailed. All of them have come true so far, hopefully the next one is just as good as the last one." I mutter. I finally look up at Marinette to see her rosy cheeks light up, she's so...there's no word to describe the way she looks. Innocent, adorable, beautiful, gorgeous, but none of them come close to how I see her. 

She asks what kind of dreams I have and what I meant by 'hopefully the next one is just as good as the last one' so I change the subject. I look to my right to see the park I walked by everyday, I suggest a mini little photo shoot and Marinette happily agrees. 

She looks too pretty for me not to want to take a picture. She poses with her ice cream cone in hand, I can't help but drool over how perfect she looks. The dress shows her flattering features, the light of the sunset captures the blush in her rosy cheeks, her dress flows in the wind. This is my ideal first date, with my ideal partner. 

"You ok?" Marinette giggles, I snap back to reality and take the photo. She gestures for me to come closer to her, I feel dumb, it's obvious what she wants but I don't get it. "You're not gonna join?" my eyes widen in shock, she wants a picture with me? Why? She looks beyond great right now, why would she want me to ruin the photo? Marinette sets my phone down with the timer, she grabs my wrist and pulls me away with a huge grin. My heart is racing out of my chest, I can't handle all this at once, but I manage. 

My focus is more on the petite beauty next to me. Marinette looks up at me and asks why I'm looking at her the way I am but I can't answer because I don't know myself. Marinette looks back away from my gaze on her, I tilt her chin to look at me when I aggressively smash our lips together for a passionate kiss. 

When I slowly pull away, Marinette's eyes were still close. Did she not like it? I didn't ask for permission to kiss her, maybe she didn't like? Oh no, I just ruined things. She doesn't like it. She doesn't like it. She doesn't like it. 

My eyes widen when she pulls my collar back towards her lips for another passionate embrace. All my nerves melt away when our lips in sync with each other's, I pull Marinette closer to my chest to deepen the kiss. My hands snake down to her waist and her arms make their way around my neck without hesitation and it makes my heart pound harder than it already is from our close proximity. Marinette pulls away first this time, but our faces just as close as before. I brush my nose against hers while our foreheads press against one another's. "We have an audience." Marinette looks into my eyes, just as embarrassed as I am. I look around to find we do indeed have an audience in the park when I look back at Marinette she has her forehead hitting against my ribs so take my phone, her flowers, and suggest we go somewhere else for the rest of our date. 

We finish our ice cream, walking pass a movie theater, Marinette pulls me in with excitement. I insisted on buying the tickets but Marinette protests. (I end up paying)

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I look down at the completely invested Marinette. She's so focused on the movie and nothing else at all, I admire her interest in the movie. We sit in the back of the dark theater sharing a bucket of popcorn while watching an R rated film. I'm not too interested in it but Marinette clearly is, I smile at the thought of Marinette watching an R rated movie such as this. Marinette doesn't use strong language at all and highly suggests everyone not to use it or at least around her, so her watching a movie with sex scenes every so often is a bit mind boggling to me. 

Something confusing catches my eye, Marinette, rubbing her thighs together uncomfortably and squirming in her seat slightly. I gently grip her thigh, her eyes dart straight at me. Did I do something wrong? Is she uncomfortable? Did I make her uncomfortable? Is it the kiss? Is she thinking about? I wish I could answer my thoughts about when she tenses up from my touch it only makes my mind race even more. 

"Are you uncomfortable? We don't have to watch the movie. I can bring you back home if you'd like." I whisper in her ear, that's when the thought hits me. I'm rubbing her burning thighs, whispering in her ear, watching a rather erotic movie in a dark theater with little to no one in it. Is she...

Marinette's breathing hitches, when I stop rubbing her thigh but bring it closer to her. Her breathing is visibly deeper, I still haven't pulled away from her ear. "Are you horny Marinette? I never thought a sweet woman like you even got horny." I whisper, my voice goes a bit deeper which visibly sends shivers down her spine since her thighs fill with goosebumps. Marinette looks at me again with a look in her eyes that I've never seen before but am so tempted to see where this look brings us. 

My hand has a mind of it's own when it slides closer up, "Adrien...n-no." I raise an eyebrow. Marinette side eyes me before trying to focus on the movie ahead of us. "Why not? No one's here, we're in the back. What's the problem?" she tries to ignore me and the burning desire between her legs. She pushes me hand off her legs and straightens her posture in her seat with a sigh. I smirk, finally pulling away from her ear and sitting back in my chair with content, I got in her head so she's clearly ignoring me. I take her challenge with pride. If that's how you want to play Mari, then fine, let's play. 

My Chat Noir side is coming out and she's acting like my Ladybug. The flowers in my lap hide the burning desire between my thighs which by every second I become painfully aware of our situation. I shift which Marinette clearly notices and places a hand on my inner thighs and starts to rub the most sensitive areas that are painfully close to my crotch. She's mocking me, mimicking what I did to her but little does she know that I already have a hard-on.