Private Affairs

Alcohol & Fate Go Well Together

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN MIRACULOUS LADYBUG OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, WHO BELONG TO THOMAS ASTRUC!

A/N: This story honestly was something I just thought up of— meaning it will probably be a mess but whatever haha! Just enjoy the casual high school AU Adrienette smut,, you'll thank me later.

Also ever since I watched PLL, the teacher x high school senior stuff always made me kinda happy. (Adrien is 23 and Mari is 18 so don't @ me for pedophilia ok) If you've ever seen PLL, you'll kind of know the direction in which I'm going to take this story.

Thank you for reading !!  XOXO, Mokyubun

Warning(s): IMPLIED SEX & MILD VERBIAGE

"I don't know, guys," Marinette sighed, "you know I don't really attend many parties."

"No, Mari, you absolutely have to come!" Chloé furrowed her brows as she proceeded to whine. "Seriously, if you want to remain popular you need to start going to frat parties with Sabrina and I." The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Chloé's right. You'll lose your social status and then you'll have to sit with the geeks and dorks at lunch!" Sabrina piped up, flicking her wrist for emphasis.

Marinette's vivid blue eyes looked up from the book she was reading. The other two girls were sending each other sly looks— which was a form of silent communication in 'girl world.' "I'm just not interested in parties." She concluded after deeply exhaling.

"Nope. We decided: you're coming with us. All those books make you look so, prissy." Chloé's harsh words filled the room, only to be joined by Sabrina's soon after.

"Ugh, I was just going to say that!" The ginger giggled.

In a more serious tone, the blonde bluntly stated, "For fuck's sake, Mari. Stop being such a prude and drop the books." Chloé raised her brows and placed a hand on her hip, expecting the young woman to finally comply.

"I guess one night out wouldn't hurt." Marinette gave in— she knew that no verbal exchange would allow her to stay home.

The blunette was dressed in a skin tight onyx dress; the bottom hem of the dress ended at her mid-thigh and were met with a pair of sleek black boots. Her locks, which were released from their usual elastic prison, flowed loosely down her back.

At first glance, Marinette frowned. There was a sense of unease that came with wearing this kind of attire. It was totally unlike her usual camisoles and skirts, of which were usually paired with leggings.

"Damn, girl," Chloé smirked, admiring her work.

"Uh, you look so hot." Sabrina said in agreement— but her eyes were more focused on her own image in the mirror.

"You think?" Marinette questioned; she still felt extremely unsure. "It's not too...different?" By different, she meant slutty— but the blunette chose her wording carefully.

"In your case, different is a good thing," The blonde couldn't hide her growing grin. "Now, let's get our asses in the car."