My Possessive Mafia Boss

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POV Marinette:

It's been a week since Adrien started training me to shoot a gun, and I'm kicking ass at it. He told me he is going to teach me more stuff to make me strong, which is awesome because every woman wants to be fucking strong.

Adrien has turned my life into a damn hell during training. He is way tougher than my old coach in France. Right now, we are at the shooting range, and I'm on my hands and knees while he is practically crushing me with his muscle as he was sitting on my fucking back

Marinette: fuck, Adrien. Get your heavy ass off me.

I spat out, my arms trembling under his weight as he sat casually on my back. He just chuckled, that smug bastard.

Adrien: no baby. You need to get stronger. If you can't handle this, how are you going to survive out there? Now, keep pushing.

I grunted, pushing up again, feeling every muscle scream in protest.

Marinette: I swear to God, if you don't get off, I'm going to shoot you with your own damn gun.

He laughed again, pressing down a little harder with his full weight.

Adrien: good luck with that, sweetheart. First, you got to finish these push ups.

Marinette: are you fucking kidding me? You are worse than my gym coach back in France, and she was a psycho. Get the hell off.

Adrien: oh, I'm staying right here until you can do it,

He said, patting my shoulder like I wasn't already dying underneath him. I gritted my teeth, glaring up at him from the corner of my eye.

Marinette: you enjoy torturing me, don't you?

Adrien: damn right. And you love it too. Don't pretend you don't.

He said with a smirk, that cocky look on his face like he was king of the world.

Marinette: fuck you, Adrien

I muttered, struggling through the push ups, my body shaking like a leaf in a storm. But I wasn't about to give up, no matter how much of an arrogant prick he was.

After what felt like an eternity of suffering, I finally managed to push through it. I could feel my strength growing, even though I wanted to strangle him with my bare hands.

As I pushed up for what had to be the hundredth time, Adrien suddenly whistled. I heard paws tapping on the floor, and before I knew it, his damn dog, Plagg, was climbing onto my back too.

Marinette: oh, for fuck's sake. Are you serious right now?

I shouted, my arms trembling under the combined weight of both Adrien and the dog but Adrien just grinned.

Adrien: what's the matter, baby? Can't handle a little extra weight?

Marinette: you are such a fucking asshole

I spat out between heavy breaths but he just teased

Adrien: you say that like it's a bad thing. Now, keep going. You got this.

I groaned, cursing him under my breath as I pushed up again. When I finally managed to stand, my entire body felt like jelly.

Adrien: pick a gun,

He ordered, his tone shifting back to serious as he gestured toward the wall of weapons.

Marinette: oh, I'll pick one