Adrien was slowly kissing his way down the pale flesh of Marinette's neck and he knew he shouldn't be. He knew it was wrong that he kept visiting his classmate in the dark of the night. It was wrong that he was misusing his Miraculous to sneak through her balcony. And it was wrong that he was enjoying the breathy moans Marinette made when his hands gripped her hips and he grinded into her.

"C-chat," Marinette gasped when he bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He released the abused skin, kissing it better before following the line of her collarbone to the center of her throat. He paused there and looked up to meet her gaze, silently asking permission to continue his path downward. Marinette bit her lip and nodded.

With a grin he planted his hands on either side of Marinette's ribs and lifted himself up just enough that he could slide a few inches down the mattress without the leather of his suit rubbing uncomfortably against the her skin, still leaving kisses as he went. He passed up the temptation of the clothed breasts before him, the bow that decorated the middle of her bra tickled his chin then lips as his kissed a pathway towards his goal.

He slowed as he neared her bellybutton, teasing Marinette with a circle of kisses and love bites around the center of her stomach. As soon as he was below her navel he glanced back up at her face, taking in the flush of her cheeks and the way her eyes seemed to be pleading for him to continue. A mischievous glint in his eye and a sudden deep breath was all the warning he gave Marinette before he pressed his face against her again, and blew.

Her body jerked and he tried his best to keep connected to her belly, nearly succeeding until a fist was accidentally thrown into his nose. Adrien popped up real quick, tenderly feeling for any signs of a broken nose and thankfully finding only a couple drops of blood.

"Princess, that is some right hook you've got there," he commented, sitting back on his heels. Marinette had pulled herself out from under him and was trying to tug her blankets loose. She quickly tucked her legs under the covers and glared at him.

"That's what you get for blowing a raspberry into my stomach," she said as she pulled the covers further up her body. "Now out," she pointed towards the skylight above her bed, "you're grounded from my room for a week."