Conspiraty: *peeks under her hiding spot* Hello everyone. Yes, I'm back...but not permanently. First, let me explain before y'all ask me where I've been. *nervously giggles*I had no intentions of coming back, but then towards the end of my sophomore year of college, I realized that I missed writing. I missed the thrill of making stories, I missed the smile on my face I get from you guys, and I missed having fun for myself. So I decided to make a new story. However...this doesn't mean that I can make a FULL comeback. What that means is, I can't write stories 24/7. I'm about to enter my junior year of college this year, and as much as I would love to write stories, I can't. I'm a nursing major *mutters under my breath yayyyy nursing*, so my priorities can't handle writing stories on top of homework, classes, assignments, tests, quizzes, work, and all of the fun things as a college student. I don't even know if people will accept me back into this community because I've been gone so long, and I'm terrified, scared, nervous, excited, and want to cry all at once. But I'm pushing myself to get back into this. So I will try to get as much done as I can moving forward, but I can't make any promises. I'm not going to go in full detail of why I left, but it was necessary to where I am now. And if you'd like to ask me questions about it, you may do so.

Second, I have started this story in April, but I took finals in the beginning of May, and the story isn't completely done. I was trying to finish this story before I went on vacation, but I had realized that in order to get you guys a majority of the story before I go, I needed to start posting the story. This story is from a book, and the book is 500 pages. I'm currently almost halfway through the story. I have made changes to the story I based it off on, and the story is word for word. The book is called Sweet Addiction, and it's free on the phone when you purchase it in the app store. I will be leaving fun little facts at the end of each chapter to get to know the story and things I did, etc.

I'm going to mention four things however about the story. 1) Most of the characters are not based on their overall personality. You will see little quirks that I kept in them, but the majority of the characters act...differently from the story. For my old fans (Hi! Love you!), you guys know that I change some things about the characters because that's what I like to do, but not in every story. However, for anyone else reading this (Hi! I hope you enjoy!), some people might be upset or disappointed that I don't keep their traits the same. When I was active, I got people who didn't like that I change the characters. Here's what I have to say for any future comments about that and I will not answer for anyone who comments on this because I'm addressing this now: I know these are characters you love. I know that in the show, these are what make the characters the way they are. But, in this story, none of the characters are the same age. They're not even in high school anymore. So while I understand you might not like it, I like to play around and see what it would be like if the characters were in different settings, or different environments, etc. I love the characters just the way they are too, and I'm not trying to change your opinion about how you feel about them. But I'm not going to change what happens to them in the story simply because I don't have time to go back and change it when I'm not done with the story. So while I will listen if you comment about it, my final answer is that I'm not changing it. I can't make everyone happy, no matter how much I try.

2) I have no plans for a new story, or any sequels or continuations. HOWEVER, I HAVE seen my story stats and there is one particular story that I noticed people continue to read, have asked me for the sequel for it, and I haven't done it. So maybe, MAYBE, I will write the sequel for it, but only if you guys want it. If there's something in particular you want to see that you want me to continue, then I will consider it.

3) I have to talk about the reason why the rating is so high compared to my other stories. There is...a lot...and I mean, A LOT of sex scenes. More than that what I'M comfortable with. But I kept them in there because it's necessary for the story and the relationship between Marinette and Adrien. There is also a lot of cursing. Literally, the first word in the story is Shit. If you're not comfortable with either, then this story is not for you. I'm not going to go into detail on my own personal faith, and I remember I got some comments about the sex and faith and all of that stuff. Basically, I'm not changing that either. This is not disrespect to personal beliefs or faith, but in all honesty, if you have a problem with Jesus being used in the wrong way, sex, or etc, the story is not for you period. You're welcome to read other stories, and you're welcome to call me out, but don't read the story if that's a problem for you.

4) I have used no OC's for this story. An OC I use in some stories, Cecilia, doesn't make an appearance because the owner of that OC didn't even know I was making a comeback (She knows I love her though if she's reading this XD but I just can't use an OC without permission), so if you ask for OC's in THIS story, I'm not going to take any unless I ask for them. HOWEVER, if I decide to make another story, you can ask me if I'll use them. Also...I did not include Ladybug and Chat Noir...again. I TRIED to include them, but they just don't work in the setting and story. BUT, the costumes make an appearance.

So now that I'm done, I hope you enjoy the story! I was gonna post it later, but I got too excited and posted it early :s I'm going to try my HARDEST to get this story done so I can post more, I have 10 done out of 24, so hopefully, I can come up with some kind of schedule, but for now, it will be once a week.

*SUMMARY*

The life of a bakery shop owner doesn't sound as sweet as you think. Marinette has recently gone through a cheating ex, and to get over him, she's craving a good old slutty wedding sex one-night stand. Wedding sex is supposed to be simple. You meet a guy, you get laid, and you get out. You don't go past this, Marinette knows this. But this wedding one-night stand isn't like the others. Marinette didn't think she would be meeting him by falling for him, literally however. Marinette meets Adrian, a guy who's attracted to Marinette, but doesn't do relationships. Our sweet little Marinette however, doesn't do causal. When she agrees to be just causal sex with Adrian, she's got her work cut out for her and is way over her head. Trying not to fall in love with no strings attached isn't as easy as pie. How will a girl who only knows relationships and a guy who only knows causal sex work out in the real world? Well, for one thing, at least Marinette has some idea of how the cookie crumbles. Er, or does she?

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. Alya? I need you!" I'm flustered and running late (as usual), trying to zip up my black strapless dress and failing miserably.

Yeah, classic Marinette, I know, I know. "Damn it, Alya." Throwing my hands in the air in frustration, I step into my favorite red strappy heels and run downstairs into the bakery, my bare back completely exposed. Alya, my assistant and dear best friend, is leaning her short, perfectly dressed frame against the doorway and watching me, clearly amused. A winning smile spreads across her face, and if I weren't so rightly irritated, then I would take the time to appreciate just how pretty she looks.

"What the fuck? Can you zip me up, please, so we can go? The cake should have been here over an hour ago." She pushes off the wall and moves towards me, her expression softening. "No, dear, it's already been delivered."

My back straightens as the cold metal of the zipper slides up my spine. "What? No it hasn't."

"Yes, it has." Her hands grip my shoulders and spin me. "I dropped it off myself because I knew you would be freaking out up there getting ready and making us late."

"Really?" I ask, staring at her unconvinced. She nods and winks. "Really, bestie." Smiling and pulling her into a hug, I squeeze her tightly. "You're the best, you know that right?"

"I know." She smiles cheekily. She looks at me up and down and I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Mari, you look AMAZING. That dress looks good on you!" I blush deeper at her compliment. "Thanks."

Alya looks at me and walks into a circle behind me, checking me for any possible fixes. "You ready for this?" She asks me as she fluffs up my hair, which I had down and had curled it earlier. "We can still back out. I'm all for ditching this shit and going bar hopping instead." Her brow arches as she searches my face, waiting for my response.

I exhale forcefully and grab her arm, leading her towards the door. "No, we can't ditch. Rose will be pissed if we don't show up. Besides," we halt at the door and I grip her shoulders, "I thought you wanted to do bad things with men we'll never see again?" Slutty wedding sex awaits and I am more than ready to experience it.

Her eyes quickly light up with mischief. That's the naughty Alya I know and love. "Oh, fuck yes. Let's do this, Mari."

Fayette Street is buzzing with people, all wandering in and out of shops on this beautiful June day. I lock up and spin around, seeing Alya stomping her foot irritatingly in the direction of our transportation.

"Seriously Mari? Do we have to take the van? This dress is way too nice for that kind of thing, and you know what kind of cars those rich bitches will be rolling up in." She motions to her outfit with a sweeping hand, which was an orange sparkly sequin dress with white pumps and her hair up in a high ponytail and black choker and bracelet as I walk to the driver's side.

"I'm sorry, but do you have another suggestion? Your car is in the shop and this is my only mode of transportation at the moment." I open the door and step in, standing on the ledge and looking over the roof at her scrunched up face.

"And be nice to Tikki. She's been through a lot lately." She lets out an exhausted breath. "If I ruin this nice dress…and please explain to me why you named this stupid thing. Who names their delivery van?" I roll my eyes and ignore her last comment and start it up, glaring at her as she climbs in to ward off any further insults.

"Don't make me put you in the back," I warn in a teasing voice as I pull away from the curb toward an evening of inevitable awkwardness.

"Holy shit. This place is fantastic!" Alya shrieks as I pull onto the driveway leading to Whitemore Mansion, following in a long line of expensive vehicles. I wince and rub the steering wheel, preparing Tikki for the looks she will undoubtedly receive. "Oh, for Christ's sake. See. I fucking told you we would stand out like idiots. Do you realize we're sandwiched between a Mercedes and Lamborghini? A fucking Lamborghini."

I swallow loudly. Alya's right. My delivery van, which is adorned with ladybugs and kitties on both sides, is completely out of place here. I'm fairly certain we will be the only non-luxury vehicle in the parking lot. My ringtone startles me and I quickly pull my phone out of my clutch, hitting the speaker phone button.

"Hey Rosie."

"Are you here yet? I'm dying to introduce you to Ali and his entourage of insanely hot friends. HEY. What are you doing? You should be rounding up the groomsmen. Jesus, do I have to do everything around here?" I giggle at my other best friend as we slowly inch slowly to the parking attendants. She's usually very calm and collected, until it's close to show time.

"Please, for the love of Christ, tell me one of Ali's ridiculously hot friends prefers pussy to cock. I need to get laid, and I needed it to happen yesterday." Alya is practically bouncing in her seat as I chuckle at her. There is nothing she likes more than a wild, no strings attached hook up, and weddings offer the best situation for such things. Especially weddings where there is free booze.

"Actually, his friend Nino glanced at my boobs when I was leaning over Ali, so you might good be to go there, Alya." When a guy looks at your boobs, it's offending, but also a compliment. With that information, she pulls her visor down and begins fixing her already perfect reddish-brown ombre hair.

"We're at the valet guys now, so we'll be right up." I hit end and stop in front of three young boys who eye up Tikki questionably and glance between the three of them, silently asking who wants to drive it. I step out with my purse and walk toward them. "Here, the clutch sticks, so don't be afraid to be rough with her." Tossing the keys to the one closest to me, I loop my arm through Alya's and watch as the two boys who don't have to drive Tikki snicker at the one with the keys.

"It smells like cupcakes in here." My head falls back and I laugh with Alya at the valet attendant as we follow the crowd into the venue.

To describe this place as beautiful is an extreme understatement. Entering through rustic doors, the floor plan opens up to a massive foyer with dim lighting given off by Tiffany-inspired glass chandeliers. Stained glass windows surround both doors, and antique furnishings and artwork fill the room. Guests are making their way down the hallway, which leads into another large room, most likely where the ceremony was taking place.

A grand staircase, wide enough for ten people to walk side by side, leads up to a second level, and as I inhale, the scent of old wood and calla lilies fill my lungs. Damn it. This wedding is going to be beyond chic.

"There you are. Holy shit, Mari, you look incredible. Is that dress new and when can I borrow it?" My beautiful bestie Rose is adorned in a light green dress with an empire waist, her blonde hair pulled back into a chic bun. "Nathaniel is going to shit a brick when he sees you," she whispers against my ear as she ends our hug. I'd prefer it if he just dropped dead sight of me, but I'm not that lucky.

"Thanks. You look amazing as usual. How's the bride?" Her fingers fluff my darkish blue waves that fall past my shoulders, and she leans in and gives Alya a kiss on each cheek.

"Annoying. Come on, you both need to find seats and quickly. We're about to start." She grasps my hand in hers and I pull Alya behind me as we walk straight back and into the room labeled the Great Hall.

"Okay, where are all the hot boys at?" Alya searches the room, practically bouncing on her feet. The girl is on the hunt, and has a predictable, one-track mind. I shake my head at her. "Could you please try and keep it in your panties during the ceremony? You are technically my plus one and can wait to get all freaky with some lucky man at the reception.

"I make no promises, Mari." She smoothes her dress and wiggles her brows at me as Rose extends her hand, pointing toward the left side of the room.

"See the man sitting five rows back on the end, with the black hair?" I laugh and her eyes widen. "Black hair? You didn't say Ali had black hair."

"Well, he does. And he lets me tug it when I'm coming."

"Hot damn. Get it, Rose!" Alya begins fanning her face and I know I need to do the same. My cheeks suddenly feel like they're on fire. Although, I shouldn't be that surprised at my best friend's comment. Between the three of us, we're all entirely too obsessed with the male appendage.

"Anyways," she continues with a tone, "the three equally delicious looking men next to him are all his colleagues. And Nino," she meets Alya's anxious eyes, "is the one next to the two empty seats. You guys better hurry up and grab them before someone else does. Oh shit." She glances down at her watch and pushes us forward into the room. "Sit. Hurry."

She clicks away on her white heels as I stare down the center aisle where the bride will be walking down any minute. Shit. I can't walk down that aisle to my seat. That has to be some kind of weird karma to walk where the bride of your ex-boyfriend is about to walk. No thank you. I do not need that kind of bad luck.

"Come on." I grab Alya's sleeve and pull her with me toward the left side of the room, walking quickly up the rows of chairs until we stop at the fifth row. Ali, Mr. Black Hair, glances up and smiles at me. Ooohhh, he is cute. "Excuse me," I say softly. I step between his long legs and the chair in front of him, trying to quickly make my way to the two empty seats. There isn't much space to wiggle through, and I inwardly laugh at the thought of my short assistant doing the same shimmy right behind me.

The lights start to dim, indicating the ceremony is about to start, so I move faster, Alya pushing up against my back. "Oh, shit." My heel slips on the arm of a suit jacket that is hanging on the back of a chair and I fall backward, crashing straight into the lap of the man sitting two seats down from Ali. His hands quickly grab my waist and I gasp at the contact.

Oh, great. Good job, Marinette. Glancing down slowly, I see the sexiest pair of hands I've ever laid eyes on. They're big, and his long fingers tightly grip my hips. Fair skin with a rosy tint contrasts beautifully with my red dress, and I hear a few muffled laughs coming from behind and both sides of me. My eyes flick up to meet Alya, who is grinning widely and glancing behind me amusingly at whoever's lap I'm sitting in.

I stand up quickly and spin, getting the first real look at the man my ass is now acquainted with. "Oh, shit," I gasp, seeing a small smile form at the corner of his perfect mouth. Oh, God, I want those lips on me. Full and fair with a predominant slit running down the middle of the bottom one. His tongue darts out and slowly licks it. Whoa.

"You already said that, coccinelle." Holy fucking shit, that voice. Are you kidding me with that voice? Low and sweet, I can almost taste it. My eyes quickly scan the rest of his face as Alya nudges me in the back, urging me to move forward. Fuck her. She can wait a second and allow me to marvel at this spectacle in front of me.

His body is fit, not heavily built, and definitely makes good use of a gym membership. Perfectly disheveled, blonde hair that is slightly grown out, striking emerald green eyes that are glued to my bluebell eyes and a strong jaw. Jesus, is this guy for real? He could be a fucking model with his looks.

"I…uh…I…sorry." Swallowing loudly after my poor attempt at a sentence, I move quickly and fall back into the chair closest to the aisle, my chest heaving rapidly in my dress. "What the fuck was that?" Alya whispers as she sits down next to me, blocking my view of the hottest guy I have ever seen in person.

"I don't know, I fell."

"You are such a bitch; you did that on purpose. Christ on a cracker, he's hot." Alya leans back a bit and I meet the man's eyes briefly before I drop my head, my cheeks instantly flushing. "Did he get hard? Is he huge? He looks huge."

I cover my mouth after a loud gasp escapes. "Jesus, you have zero filter. Thank God, we aren't in a church. He does look huge though, right?" We giggle and make crude gestures at each other as the wedding party music begins to play.

"I bet he's bigger than Nathaniel," she teases and my eyes widen. "Are you serious? The ring bearer is probably bigger than Nathaniel." Her mouth falls open. "I fucking knew he had a little dick. You never admitted it."

"Yup." I wiggle my pinky finger at her and she cracks. "We should have gotten Chloe a dildo as her wedding gift. She's gonna need it."

Oh, my god. Alya mouths as I glance up to the front of the room. My eyes instantly fall on Nathaniel, who is now standing next to his groomsmen. Fucking hell, he looks good. I was hoping he got fat.

"You okay?" Alya whispers and I nod, slowly turning in my seat so I can see the bridesmaids walk down the aisle. They're all wearing peach-colored dresses that sweep along the floor with each step they take. I smile at the flower girl as she sprinkles petals along the path and settles up front with the rest of the party.

The room is beautiful, everything in white and coral. Tall crystal cylinders line each row of chairs and small, lit votive candles float in the water they hold. Calla lilies are spread throughout the room in vases, on tables, and each bridesmaid clutches one. With the change of the music, the guests all rise to their feet and turn their heads toward the back of the room. My eyes meet Rose's immediately as she stands by the door.

"You okay?" she mouths.

"Whatever." I reply. She steps up and opens the double doors, allowing Chloe to walk through with her father.

I spend the rest of the ceremony staring down into my lap at my fingers. They are freshly painted a black color and I smile at the sight of frosting, which is smudged on my left ring finger knuckle. Popping it into my mouth and sucking, I moan softly at the sweet taste of sugar as Alya weeps like a baby next to me. To my surprise, I'm not emotional at all.

Weddings usually turned me into a blubbering idiot, but today, at this particular wedding, I'm emotionless. I guess a part of me should feel a bit sad. Not because my ex-boyfriend is getting married to someone other than myself, but because I wasted two years of my life on a relationship that almost broke me, and seeing him again is a reminder of all that time wasted. An annoying reminder.

Why the hell did I eve stay with him for that long? It definitely wasn't because of the sex. Sex with Nathaniel was bland and boring. He never once brought me to orgasm. Not once. I would have to finish myself off after he rolled out of bed and stalked into the bathroom. Of course, I always let him believe he got me off. I had to give the guy something. Raising my head, I glare at his profile. You're welcome, dick.

"And now it is with honor that I present to you, for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Kurtzberg. You may now kiss the bride." Everyone stands up and cheers and, of course, I follow suit. It would be rude not to, and I'm not bitter, so, whatever, I cheer. Nathaniel and Chloe share a lingering kiss and earn a few whistles from the audience. I feel Alya's hand squeeze mine and I glance at her hazel eyes.

"I cannot wait to go drink my weight in booze." I whisper to her. She inches herself closer to me and whispers in my ear. "And I can't wait to get my hands down the pants of this playa next to me. Maybe play a little foreplay."

"Jesus. You would." Everyone is watching the bride and groom walk down the aisle, but I'm lost in silly conversation with one of my closest friends. I'm giggling so hard that tears are starting to fill my eyes. And these will be the only tears shed from me today.

"Come on, Marinette, you know you want to slip off into a dark corner with your mystery man whose lap you 'accidently' fell into. Maybe do a little something else in that lap of his." I raise my eyebrow and lean back, seeing piercing, emerald green eyes flick to mine instantly. A small smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. Sweet Mother, he's gorgeous.

I quickly lean forward and try to play it off, but fail miserably as a wicked grin smears across my face. "Hell yes, I do. I fucking love weddings."

Fun Facts!

1. Originally, I had Kim as Marinette's cheating ex, and it was going to be Kim and Ondine's wedding, but at the last minute, I changed it because I use him too much. So I switched him and Ondine with Nathaniel and Chloe.

2. I named Marinette's van Tikki, because she doesn't make a physical appearance in the story.

3. Coccinelle is ladybug in French! (Or at least, that's what google told me. If that's not correct please let me know.) Originally, Adrian's character calls her love, but I like ladybug better. While he calls her Ladybug as a nickname, like I mentioned earlier, the actual Ladybug doesn't appear.

4. None of the characters have their dream job, but rather, jobs that would fit them if they didn't have their dream jobs. Marinette is a baker, Alya is her assistant, Rose is a wedding planner, and more jobs revealed for the others.

5. While none of the characters' villian or hero personas appear, I did mimic some of their clothing to match their color schemes if they have been akumatized, a villian, or hero. I've also tried to avoid colors the characters constantly wear. So you will see Marinette in red, black, or other color she doesn't wear, and you get the drift for the rest.

6. Not every single character makes an appearance... (Sorry), but some are little appearances and some are big.

and 7. None of the characters know each other like they do in the show. The only ones who've known each other the longest is Alya, Rose, and Marinette (all of them are best friends), Marinette and her parents (duh) and Marinette and Nathaniel (cause she dated him for two years).

I hope you give this story a fair chance. I haven't written in a while so it might not be the best, I apologize. But I hope you laugh, smile, and join the ride of an... interesting story. I will probably update on Mondays only until the story is completed. Bye y'all, and it's so good to be back c: (Also, if I make a mistake then I'm sorry, just let me know and I'll go back and change it, one chapter takes like 3 hours to type cause I get distracted easily, so I probably don't notice the mistakes, by the time I finish a chapter, I get so tired of writing and editing XD)