miraculous sins

adrien and mars

in session

Do not try this at school please lmao

Adrien was what most people would call an angel.

He never cursed. He was never disrespectful. He was always kind.

He was the definition of perfect.

But right now?

Adrien Agreste had never felt more undeserving of the reverent title in his life.

He was currently in class, among peers, and all his hormonal mind could think about was getting into the delicate panties (pink no doubt) that the girl next to him likely wore.

If she's wearing any at all.

Adrien shuttered miserably at the thought as he glanced to the girl with whom his desk was shared. A girl who, Adrien had recently discovered, was also his crime-fighting partner, Ladybug.

That morning, Adrien had taken the liberty of wearing sweatpants since his father was away on a business trip, and he had enjoyed this rare occurring liberty up until a certain point.

That point being the conspicuous tent his overexcited body had decided to pitch between the crux of his legs with the loose fabric.

Adrien let out a frustrated huff as he tried to focus his attention on his teacher, who was currently talking about—

"You good?" A silky voice whispered. Adrien's head snapped to Marinette in an instant and he smiled a little too widely.

"I'm fine," he whispered shakily. Marinette searched his face once more, slightly concerned, but she nodded and directed her attention back to the front.

Adrien's eyes lingered.

They traveled down Marinette's body with a guilty hesitance, taking in the short, soft shorts she wore and the tight tank that held her deliciously sized breasts up and out like ripe fruits, fresh and ready to be picked.

Adrien's cock flexed, the tent in his pants growing and his breathing becoming short. Was that outfit within dress code? Somehow, he doubted it, but he wasn't complaining.

"You sure you're good?"

Adrien's eyes broke back from their salacious journey again to the girl's face.

"W-why do you ask?" His voice cracked mid-sentence. Smooth, Adrien. Smooth.

"Your face is red," Marinette mused, bewildered and worried. "Why?"

Adrien's eyes wandered anywhere, everywhere but her, searching for an escape, an excuse.

But he was a terrible liar. He knew that.

And, unfortunately for him, so did she.

And, also unfortunately for him, his dick's makeshift tent was showing, a lot.

"Someone's excited," Marinette cooed meanly.

Adrien blushed harder (if it was possible), avoiding her eyes.

Her voice, beyond the mocking and teasing, was sultry, hot.

And Adrien hated her for it because—surprise!—his dick didn't.

Before the model had the time to process, a dainty finger reached out and traced lazily around his erection. It tailed around the whole of him, coming to a final resting on the tip of his still-clothed sex. Adrien's muscles went rigged, in both pleasure and horror, and his erection hardened beneath her touch.

"LB," he hissed to the girl (who was now very much enthralled with his predicament). "Are you crazy?! We're in class."

Marinette glanced innocently to the boy's troubled face for only a moment before gazing back down, her eyes glossing with a lustfully.