I Loved Her First

Confrontation

POV Adrien:

Marinette had a call from her father, but I was surprised that her father wants to talk to me.

Adrien: hello Mr. Dupain

Tom: I know that you kissed my daughter's lips

I didn't find what to say, I want to tell him all the truth but Marinette in front of me is asking me to deny everything he say

Adrien: sorry Mr. Dupain, I didn't kiss Marinette's lips

Tom: you are lying

Adrien: I'm not

Tom: tomorrow, I want you next to the Eiffel tower, we will talk

He didn't give me time to respond and he hang up. Marinette hugged me tight and rested her head on my chest as I patter on her back to calm her

Marinette: p-please, don't tell him anything Adrien, please, I don't want to lose you, I would die without you

Adrien: I can't hide anything Mari, we should tell him princess, I'm here for you and ill be always with you

Marinate: I'm afraid

Adrien: don't be, I told you everything will be fine, I won't tell him you love me but I'm telling him my feelings Mari

Marinette: n-no, don't

Adrien: I'm not afraid, I'm not playing with you princess and I really love you so trust me, ok?

Marinette: o-ok

I cupped marinate cheeks and smashed my lips on hers. She rested her hands on my chest and kissed me back. I bite her bottom lip, asking for approval to taste her more as she opens her mouth. Our tongues were fighting for dominance, for sure I won as always

My hands traveled from her cheeks, going down her sides till her hips but Marinette placed my hands on her round ass

Marinette was looking at me, biting her bottom lip, her eyes were asking me to do more. I squeezed her ass and rubbed it; Marinette was moaning but I captured her lips with mine to kiss her while playing with her amazing ass. I'm feeling already hard, and I really want her but I won't do that

After this hot make out, we changed our clothes and put on our pajamas

I grabbed her hand and walked downstairs for lunch, we already skipped breakfast after all the naughty things we have done

We had a sit around the table, as my mother served us a hot pasta, but Marinette was kinda zoned out

Emily: everything ok dear?

Marinette: n-not really, dad called me

Gabriel: want to share with us what happened?