The First Fight

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"Good morning princess." Adrien looked down to Mari as she stirred awake. 'God was she cute' He thought to himself when she looked up into his eyes. He leaned down to kiss her but she put her finger to his lips.

"Mhm, you have morning breath again. Follow me." He nodded following her into the bathroom. She handed him a toothbrush and a towel.

"Here, these will be your things whenever you're here." She had the most innocent smile on her face.

"Why thank you." They both started brushing their teeth. Adrien came up with a great idea to tease her, just like she did to him last night. He came up behind her and grabbed her from behind hugging her. She let out a small squeak when he kissed her cheek.

"Adrien! I'm trying to get ready!" She turned around to see him with a huge smirk on his face before he walked away. 'Oh, I'll get you back' She thought to herself while finishing up getting ready. When she was walking out she heard her mom call up to her. Right, she didn't know that Adrien came back.

"Marinette, we've got a meeting with some old friends so you'll be on your own for a few hours. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah mom I'll be okay. Have fun!" She was so glad that she was going to be home alone with Adrien. Now they can talk about what would happen if they decided to move forward.

"So I take it we'll be alone for a bit?"

"Yes, but no funny business though." She glared at him making sure he got the hint.

"I don't know what you mean." He laughed while making his way over to her.

"You know what I mean." By now he had gotten to her and started pulling her closer to him

"Hmm, I don't think I do." He said in a teasing tone. He was slowly leaning down to kiss her but she beat him to it. She tangled her hands into his hair and pulled his head closer to her to deepen their kiss.

The kiss had so much depth and passion. Her hands running through his hair

Pulling him closer than ever before. Their tongues dance in a beautiful rhythm almost as if they had kissed one hundred times . He moved her over to her bed kissing down her neck whispering her name as if it was the only word he was ever taught. He pulled away looking at her concern written all over his features. He wanted to make sure she was okay before their kiss became something more, something... addictive. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. She looked at him and nodded. She hadn't felt this comfortable in so long, most of the times she'd experienced this pleasure was only to achieve another conquest and solely for the purpose of pleasure. But this didn't have the same aura, it was something that she knew if this kiss was leading where she thought it would, he would become her new obsession, her new drug. . She didn't feel used, she didn't feel obligated to kiss him, it wasn't forced, it felt like something she had felt before but couldn't quite put her finger on. Somehow, during her thought process, they had ended up on her chaise, his lips moving down her collarbone. He stopped his movements to look back up at Mari through his lashes licking her collarbone, a hungry look in his eyes as he started sucking on the spot he just licked. Marinette started moaning at the sensation, her mind fogging up until everything she could think of was the blond-haired boy pleasuring her like she had never felt with anyone before.

"Adrien, I-" Mari says panting. She recovered a bit of her composure as he moved back to her lips and her mind cleared up enough to see that this was wrong. She wanted it, but she'd fucked too many guys before knowing that if they did this their relationship wouldn't be the same. It was always the same cycle: a guy got interested in her, they flirted for a bit with Marinette doing most of the teasing, they kissed, then made out, and the next thing you know they're on the couch. After that, most times they reached out to Marinette and they just ended up with their clothes on the floor, sometimes in the most... unconventional places. Once you are intimate with someone you stop getting to know them because having sex seems like something better to do.

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