Please, Forgive Me || ADRIENETTE

25. It's my turn.

When Marinette woke up, she got hit with a massive hangover headache. She lied in bed confused, taking in her surroundings. Her head was pounding, she was sweaty and sticky, and she felt a heavy weight hugging her body from behind.

She was in her room. How did she get there? She had no idea.

She was naked. How did she take off her clothes last night? She had no idea.

She was not alone. Who she was with...? SHE HAD NO IDEA.

Marinette screamed as she grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her chest to cover indecency and kicked the person who had holding onto her waist all night off her bed and onto the floor.

Marinette had never gotten drunk before. Or at least to the point that she would go home with a stranger. Matter of fact, she had never been allowed to drink as much as she had last night. Yet, she was sure she had just given her virginity to a stranger, on a one-night stand.

Tears began to prickle the bluenette's eyes, thinking about how her innocence had been taken away by someone she didn't know, and worst of all, couldn't even remember. Was this rape? Had she been drugged or roofied? Marinette couldn't remember a single thing. What she did remember was crying her heart out at Alya and Nino's proposal afterparty, and going home with them. Between that and the time to get to her room, what the hell happened?

"God, please, please! Don't do this to me." Her tears now began streaming down her face, her body and emotions stricken with overwhelming anxiety. Not just because she had just been defiled, but because she had no idea how to get this sicko out of her apartment without getting hurt.

"Marinette! Are you okay!" A deep and familiar voice called out to her from the area she had just kicked the man to, and she yelped, heart racing 100 mph.

"Get away from me! Please!" she sobbed, cowering under her blanket, refusing to look the culprit in the eyes. In hopes that the 'rapist' would listen to her pleas, she heard footsteps coming towards her side of the bed, and she screamed as she felt a pair of hands latch onto her wrists. "NO! Stop!"

"Marinette, it's just me--" Adrien struggled to say as she continuously fought back against his grasp with all she could. Even using her legs to resist. "It's me, Adrien!"

Marinette's eyes snapped open as she gasped, hearing the familiar sound of her boss' voice yelling in her ears. As soon as she had finally stopped fighting back, Adrien grabbed onto the blanket that was shielding her eyes, and stared at her, who had thick tears running down her cheeks.

"Jeez Marinette, what am I gonna do with you?" Adrien sighed, tearing the blanket away and bringing her face against his hard bare chest.

What should've been comforting to the poor bluenette, made her lips quiver once more. 'Oh God.. don't tell me I had sex with my boss.." she whispered to herself, heart pounding once more. "What if you fire me... Adrien, I swear I wasn't trying to seduce you--"

"What? I'm not gonna fire you-- Marinette calm down." he felt her hot tears begin to pour down his chest and he sighed once more, patting her back to let her calm down before he could explain. "Marinette, we didn't have sex."

"B-but.. I'm naked.. and you're..." Marinette's eyes trailed down to stare at the blonde's lower half to confirm whether or not he was naked as well. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't. He had nothing on but his underwear. She whipped her eyes to put her focus elsewhere, realizing she came face to face with Adrien's hard-on. "You're half naked.."

Adrien chuckled, pushing her shoulders gently to stare at her face once more. Marinette's glassy eyes and rosy cheeks had made Adrien's heart jump 100 times, causing him to smile like he had just fallen in love with her all over again. However if you had seen how disheveled Marinette looked, you'd be confused as to how Adrien could find her beautiful right now. But he was unquestionably in love with this girl. In Adrien's eyes, she was nothing but perfect.