Miraculous Love (Adrienette Fanfiction)

28 - Tangled Passions

WELL, WELL, WELL! BESIDES, I'M FINALLY BACK AFTER 2 MONTHS. I CAN'T SAY I'M THE BEST AT WRITING SEXUAL SCENES BUT HONESTLY, THIS TOOK A DARK TURN. MAYBE I'LL MAKE IT MORE PASSIONATE AND INTIMATE WITH BETTER DIALOGUES WHEN IT'S ADRIENETTE AND NOT FELINETTE, RIGHT? ENJOY!

Marinette's POV

Marinette's dreams had been vivid and intoxicating, swirling with images of Adrien—his touch, his warmth, igniting flames of desire within her. In her subconscious haze, she felt his hands exploring her body with a hunger she had never known, each caress sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. The dream danced on the edge of reality, blurring the lines between fantasy and longing.

Felix slept soundly beside her, her mind shifts to last night's vivid memories and she recalls those drunken moments filled with pleasure. While it was wrong, it was still her sexual debut and she remembers when last night, Felix murmured huskily, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "How about one more round, shall we?"

Marinette's heart raced at his suggestion, her mind a whirlwind of temptation and apprehension. She hesitated for a moment, caught between the allure of indulging in their shared passion again and the weight of her conscience. Yet, drawn to him like a magnet, she found herself nodding almost imperceptibly. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Their bodies moved together in a dance of desire, fueled by the echoes of the night before. The room filled with the heady scent of their intertwined passion as they lost themselves in each other once more, the world outside fading into insignificance.

Hours passed like mere moments, wrapped in each other's embrace, until exhaustion finally overtook them. Marinette shifted gently, carefully disentangling herself from Felix's embrace. They lay there, naked beneath the sheets, their bodies still humming with the lingering echoes of their shared passion.

As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, Marinette's eyes fluttered open, her head throbbing with the aftermath of the night's revelry. Disoriented, she reached out, hoping to find Adrien beside her, only to remember with a pang that he was miles away in Paris. Reality crashed down on her like a wave, leaving her momentarily breathless.

Turning beside her, she saw Felix, still asleep, his tousled hair falling gently over his forehead. Memories of the night flooded back—his whispered words, his touch, the shared passion that had consumed them both. Marinette felt a rush of conflicting emotions—guilt, confusion, but also a surprising sense of satisfaction that pulsed through her veins.

As the morning light bathed the room in a soft glow, Marinette pulled the quilt around herself, shielding her embarassement from Felix. Despite the complexity and moral ambiguity of their actions, she couldn't deny the intense connection she had shared with Felix. It was wrong in so many ways, yet she couldn't deny that a part of her had relished every moment. She recalled that she's not a virgin anymore.

Felix's POV

Marinette gently removed Felix's hand, which had been resting on her, and as she did, tears streamed down her face. Startled by the sound of her crying, Felix stirred awake, his eyes meeting hers with a tender morning greeting. "Morning, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and desire. "Did you enjoy last night?"

His suggestion hung in the air, but before he could continue, Marinette's words cut through the haze. "How could you do this to me? You knew I love Adrien," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with hurt and disbelief. Felix's heart sank as Marinette's words struck him deeply. He realized the weight of his actions, knowing that what he had mistaken for love was nothing but a consequence of the night's events.

"You knew I was a virgin, and you took advantage," Marinette continued, her voice breaking. "I was drunk, wasn't I?"

Felix reached out to comfort her, but Marinette recoiled, her expression hardening. "Don't touch me. Only Adrien can touch me. You were just a mistake!" With those words, she began to dress hurriedly, her movements filled with resolve.

Watching Marinette leave, Felix lay there in silence, the weight of her words crashing down on him. He wanted to explain, to tell her that he cared deeply for her and that the night had been a mistake in more ways than one. But he knew now that his feelings were unreciprocated, his heart shattered by the realization that Marinette only saw him as a regretful error.

As Marinette's footsteps faded, Felix was left alone with his thoughts, grappling with the pain of unrequited love and the consequences of their shared moment.

Adrien's POV

Adrien's heart pounded as he watched Marinette approach, Felix trailing behind her. A mix of emotions surged within him — anger, concern, and an overwhelming need to understand what had transpired. His mind raced with questions about where Marinette had been all night and what she was doing with Felix so early in the morning. Despite his turmoil, seeing Marinette on the verge of tears pierced his heart.

Without hesitation, Adrien enveloped Marinette in a tight embrace, relief flooding through him at their reunion after three agonizing days apart. Marinette clung to him, her tears flowing freely now, unable to contain the guilt and sorrow that weighed on her.

Felix, sensing the intensity between them, quietly excused himself, leaving them alone. Adrien held Marinette close, whispering words of comfort as he gently stroked her hair. He felt her tremble in his arms, her emotions raw and unfiltered.

"What happened, Marinette?" Adrien murmured softly, his voice laced with concern. "Let's go back to our room. You can tell me everything there."

Marinette nodded weakly, her gaze locked with Adrien's. She led him back to their hotel room, her steps faltering with each painful realization of the night's events. Adrien followed closely, his mind filled with a tumult of questions and fears for his beloved girlfriend.

The walk to their room was silent, tension thick in the air between them. Adrien's thoughts raced, uncertain of what he would hear next. Marinette's tear-streaked face haunted him, her pain a stark reminder of how fragile their happiness could be.

Entering their hotel room, Marinette paused at the threshold, her hand trembling on the door handle. She turned to Adrien, her eyes filled with anguish and regret. The room felt suffocating, heavy with unspoken truths waiting to be revealed.

Adrien waited, his heart in his throat, as Marinette took a deep breath, steeling herself to speak. The weight of her words hung between them, a palpable tension that threatened to shatter the fragile peace they had known.

"Adrien," Marinette began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I... I need to tell you what happened last night."

And with those words, Adrien's world tilted on its axis, the future of their relationship hanging in the balance.

HEY! I'M SURE, I'LL BE CRUEL TO YOU GUYS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER LOL! BUT FIRSTLY, THANKS TO ALL OF YOU AMAZING PEOPLE WHO READ MY STORIES <3 I MEAN 1.5K+ READS IN JUST A FEW MONTHS, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!! THIS IS PHENOMENAL FOR ME AND THANK YOU ESPECIALLY TO THOSE ENGAGED READERS WHO'VE BEEN READING AND FOLLOWING SINCE THE FIRST PART! I LOVE YOU AND MIGHT TAG YOU IF I FIND Y'ALL IN THE NEXT THE PART. ANYHOO, I GOT 1235 WORDS AND THANKS FOR WAITING 2 MONTHS FOR THE 28TH PART AFTER THE 27TH PART. I SWEAR, I'LL TRYNA UPDATE SOONER FROM THE NEXT TIME, OKAY? LOVE YOU AND BYE!