Fic: First Times
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soc_puppetFandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Summary: The first time they sleep together is also the first time Marinette almost kicks Adrien out of bed. (Sexy themes, but no actual sex. Probably NSFW anyway.)
AO3 link: Clicky-clicky
Wordcount: 205
Ships: Love Square
Notes: This pun woke me from a nice, half-asleep drift, and if I have to suffer, so do you.
Fic: First Times
The morning after their First Time (both with each other and in general), Adrien wakes up first. As he takes in his surroundings—his bed, tangled sheets, the love of his life for the past five years in his arms—a contented purr rises in chest. Adrien is long past feeling embarrassed about that, and only purrs harder when Marinette begins to stir. He leans over the scant few inches needed to kiss the tip of her nose. "Good morning, your royal hymenless."
He can see the moment the pun registers as her bleary, half-awake gaze sharpens into a fully alert glare. He... probably shouldn't find that as hot as he does.
"Adrien Agreste," she says tartly, "the vaginal corona is a flexible membrane and does not break, let alone just from having sex. It may wear away, but breaking is not a thing it does. Furthermore, if you ever want anywhere near where mine is again, you will delete that pun from your vocabulary."
Adrien gulps, the purr faltering in his chest. "Duly noted, my Lady."
"Good. Now, unless you're ready for round two, let me go back to sleep."
Well. When she puts it like that... "I think something can be arranged."
—fin—
Here's more information about the hymen, recently renamed the vaginal corona.
Someday I'll post something longer again...
Summary: The first time they sleep together is also the first time Marinette almost kicks Adrien out of bed. (Sexy themes, but no actual sex. Probably NSFW anyway.)
AO3 link: Clicky-clicky
Wordcount: 205
Ships: Love Square
Notes: This pun woke me from a nice, half-asleep drift, and if I have to suffer, so do you.
Fic: First Times
The morning after their First Time (both with each other and in general), Adrien wakes up first. As he takes in his surroundings—his bed, tangled sheets, the love of his life for the past five years in his arms—a contented purr rises in chest. Adrien is long past feeling embarrassed about that, and only purrs harder when Marinette begins to stir. He leans over the scant few inches needed to kiss the tip of her nose. "Good morning, your royal hymenless."
He can see the moment the pun registers as her bleary, half-awake gaze sharpens into a fully alert glare. He... probably shouldn't find that as hot as he does.
"Adrien Agreste," she says tartly, "the vaginal corona is a flexible membrane and does not break, let alone just from having sex. It may wear away, but breaking is not a thing it does. Furthermore, if you ever want anywhere near where mine is again, you will delete that pun from your vocabulary."
Adrien gulps, the purr faltering in his chest. "Duly noted, my Lady."
"Good. Now, unless you're ready for round two, let me go back to sleep."
Well. When she puts it like that... "I think something can be arranged."
—fin—
Here's more information about the hymen, recently renamed the vaginal corona.
Someday I'll post something longer again...
