CW: mention of depression/death/unhealthy obsession/sexual desires/NONCON/angst/cursing

Summary: A Meeting of the Alternative Versions of Marinette and Adrien

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"I swear she's after Adrie-kins! I mean she probably fucked that limp-dicked Luka already, and is searching for a New Toy. But we all know Adrien is waaay too good to be with her."

"Of course he's too good for her, you're made for him!", Sabrina explained, earning a dirty side-eye.

"I hope you meant to say he's made for me, right?", Sabrina nodded shily.

Marinette had to hold in her laughter upon hearing that, as Chloé's oh so great Model boyfriend was literally glued to her. Not that he'd have a choice, as the locker was extremely small, but still, he was breathing down her neck, as she had to listen to her bully's whining.

Her focus shifted towards the Blonde behind her, feeling something hard against her back. Why the fuck was he hard in a situation like this? She turned around to give him a nasty glance, her eyebrows and nose wrinkling up in disgust. He seemed to try his hardest not to make eye contact, so she quietly turned her body towards him.

His ears flushed, becoming the shade of tomato sauce, his back against the wall, chest going up and down heavily, sweat pearls forming on his forehead, eyes pointing to the left.

It made her feel in control to see this physically much stronger guy almost cower in her presence, though she still didn't know the reason for his awkward behavior.

She took another step towards him, as she didn't want to risk accidentally opening the door with her behind, now pressing up against him, her soft but firm breasts resting on his upper belly, her hands placed on his shoulders.

The tingly sensation of Adriens hands slipping around her waist to hold her in place ripped her out of Chloé's ranting once again, making her shudder a bit, her top slowly raising where his fingers glided across her naked skin.

What was up with this guy's sensual way of touching?

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Adrien couldn't believe his senses. The girl he'd always liked was practically all over him, even if that wasn't really her intention.

Obsession was probably an understatement at this point. Her tits rubbing up and down his skin slightly with every breath, the air around them becoming thicker and heavier with every second, his skin moist and sensitive, as was hers.

Now that he focused on the sweat forming underneath her chin, slowly rolling down her neck and disappearing in a quick motion as it rushed down her décolté, he became aware of how sexy sweat could be.

He never paid it any mind when seeing it on Nino, Alya, Kim or even Chloé, but on Marinette, it was almost unbearable not being allowed to lick it off of her.

Hell, now that he already looked, he could catch a glimpse of her black embroidered bra, perfectly pushing her assets together almost to show them off.

His eyes met hers. Fuck. Her face was slightly flushed due to the building heat within the locker, her bluebells full of disdain for him, lips curled to a frown glancing up at him.

This was the moment where he couldn't contain it anymore. He just could not.

His fingers gently and slowly wandered up her shirt, unbuckling her bra, moving to the front, letting her breasts fall out of the cups, carefully gripping and massaging them. Her expression changed from disgusted, to surprised to utter repulsion with a hint of embarrassment and lust.

How could anyone be such a turn on when stuck in a hot, almost airtight locker full of cleaning supplies?

His fingertips slowly pushed against her nipples, rubbing around in circles, as her breath became heavier.

Shit, she was feeling it!

He began to let his tongue slide down her exposed neck, pulling and flicking against her now hardened areolas, when she suddenly bit his collarbone, almost making him moan. She tried to contain her own sounds with that action, which made her all the more endearing to him.

He answered by leaving two hickeys on her neck, his fingers gliding towards her belly button, going deeper and stopping a bit above her panties, pushing against her soft skin before letting himself wonder deeper into her lingerie, skillfully circling around her swollen clit, pushing down on it, her teeth sinking deeper into his flesh.

He quietly sighed into her ear, nibbling and biting it, as he could feel her moist entrance, slowly and carefully dipping his middle finger in, staying there for a bit to enjoy the warm wetness against his skin.

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What the fuck was up with this guy?!! And why the fuck wasn't she beating him up already? Because Chloé was behind this locker door?

Hold up, was she even still in the janitors room? She listened for that shrieking voice, but exept for Adriens heavy breathing and some wet sounds, there was silence.
She stopped digging her teeth into the Idiots flesh and pushed herself away from him, out of the locker, stumbling onto the floor.

"What the genuine fuck is wrong with you dude? Who gets horny in a situation like this? Stop watching porn, you sicko", were the first words to leave her dried up mouth after what felt like an eternity. Not leaving him a chance to answer, she ran out the door, through the hallways, transforming and speeding out of an exit door, causing the fire alarm to go off.
Fuck. She forgot to put her bra on again, so until she got home she had to deal with the metal parts poking into her skin. What a great day...