hugs & kisses [Adrienette]

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Okay, so after the absolute monster of a chapter i previously posted and i'm quite a bit embarrassed about (ngl, i watched twilight while writing it) i decided to ambush you guys with fluff!

Marinette experiences this thing called subdrop, which can happen after sex wether you are into chains and whips or not - that's why aftercare is so important and i hope i done the aftercare part justice! I also tried to explain why, in my eyes, Marinette would tend to take the more submissive role in my stories, my girl is a bit of a control freak and all the responsibilities she faces it'd make sense for her to wanna switch off in my opinion - same goes for Adrien, we already know he has little to no control and I guess i just see him having enough confidence in his relationship with Marinette to be able to ask, and tell her to do stuff within a sexual setting, a confidence he lacks when dealing with almost everyone.

Kinks: Sweetest couple ever, love, handcuffs, and referenced edging

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Sex was always much more than just that, every single time Adrien found himself one with Marinette the experience was transcendent. Wether they made love with it being slow, soft, filled with praises for one another and feather light kisses that brought them both to gentle orgasms - so much love between them that it radiated off them to the bedroom walls, or if it was a rough experience, one bound to leave marks - born out of passion, lust, and heated emotions or longing for each other, Adrien was just happy to be able to be with her. Have a little piece of the ever generous, ever kind and ever shining sun that was Marinette Dupain-Cheng that only he was privy to - like the selfish man he was, he lapped up every single thing she gave him.

Currently midway through the latter type of sex, the kind that numbed his poor ladies brain - always so careful, worried and anxious with her hands tied the ability to not have control was for some reason exhilarating. Head of the Agreste design department, in charge of so many different things people sent her way, and who could forget the fact she was the unstoppable force that was the Parisian superhero; ladybug.

Sometimes, it just became a bit much for her and she'd find herself asking Adrien to help her forget and he'd do it without question - what she said went, at least for the most part.

With her hair splayed around her, and her hands tied in front of her leaving her boobs pushed up only further enhanced by the harsh panting of her breaths, her brain melting as her boyfriend - soon to be husband! - was situated between her legs, his tongue teasing her folds with soft caresses and just when she found that's all she'd get, he'd surprise her with ferocious flicks of her clit with a tongue that was surprisingly cat like.

The tantalising tango of his tongue against her most intimate area, that was spasming and clenched around nothing had her mind discombobulated, and she loved it.

The flock of blonde hair stinking out between her porcelain white thighs that had began to turn red from hickeys and him gripping her closer to him. Edged to near completion twice before, her mind eager was eager to feel him in her, but he had told her he wouldn't sink himself into her until she came from being teased, but her kitty's tongue bath was refusing to help her reach her precipice.

"Come on love bug, just ask." He mumbled against her before pulling away, to watch her glistening sex tremor in excitement. "I did!" she exclaimed frustrated, okay, well technically she didn't ask him to make her finish, but surely by this point he had the idea.

His opened palm clapped against the inside of thigh, not only to chastise her for her attitude but encouraging her to raise her hips in wicked delight, and anticipation. "If i remember correctly, you asked me to eat you out - not to make you come." he teased her with amusement dancing in his eyes, his cock was painfully pressing against the loose material of his boxers.

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