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Alfred Louis Charles de Musset-Pathay (11 December 1810 – 2 May 1857) was a French dramatist, poet, and novelist. Along with his poetry, he is known for writing…
Adrien was typing on his IPad fully aware he wasn’t concentrating on what he was writing. Not with Marinette’s lips so close to his ear and her head rested against his side as she was chewing on a chocolate profiterole.
Musset was born in Paris. His family was upper-class but poor and his father worked in various key government positions, but…
Marinette rose her head and rested her chin on his shoulder. Honestly, at this point she could say Musset was a dancing ballet for the ducks in the pond in the backyard and Adrien would have typed it down.
As if she heard him, Marinette smiled against his earlobe.
“Put the IPad aside Adrien.”
It was such a soft sound, a whisper, but it sounded like a command. Which he gladly obeyed, settling the IPad on the little table by the settee. He looked at Marinette expectantly. Did she want a toilet break? A snack break? A cuddle and kisses break? Please let it be a kisses and cuddles break.
Marinette looked up at him with those big blue eyes of hers and popped another profiterole in her mouth, eating slowly and Dieu, there was some cream and chocolate dripping from the corners of her mouth. Then in slow motion(Adrien wasn’t sure if it was actually slow motion or if he was just seeing it as such) her tongue peeked out of her mouth and she licked the chocolate and cream off and Adrien almost launched forward to keep her tongue to go back in her mouth cause...oh Dieu. Marinette flashed him a brilliant smile and yes, apparently it was a let’s make Adrien get a boner break.
“You fine?” Marinette questioned.
“Me? Sure, sure, but you are finer like hella fine...er sorry I mean yeah, I’m okay.”
Stupid, stupid mouth, why was anybody letting him speak?
“Can I ask you something?”
Adrien nodded, he didn’t trust his mouth to say anything else.
“Would it be alright if I enlarge your jeans? I couldn’t help, but notice they seem awfully tight.”
That’s it. Adrien died. PuRIP, bye, bye world, it was nice knowing you. Adrien got Marireckt. Big time.
“I mean I perfectly understand if you don’t want me to mess with you brand jeans, though.”
She could mess with his jeans. Rip them off as soon as possible preferably. Marinette leaned in and Adrien sniffed her. Oh Dieu, damn the cat side of his brain she will be freaked out now. And she smelled like Ladybug. Did they use the same perfume? Wait, didn’t Ladybug know Marinette? Were they friends...oh, no, no brain don’t go there, don’t get any of those ideas, there is tonight for it...fuck. Here comes the boner.
“You can do whatever you want with me...er…I mean the jeans.”
Marinette reserved smile turned into a wicked smirk.
“Oh, in this case…” she let the sentence unfinished(much like Adrien) as she pushed him on his back.
As easy as you please, she climbed on top of his thighs and kept looking at him deviously. She wasn’t wearing a skirt today, but shorts. Maybe he would have been grateful for that, if it wasn’t for the fact that she still had knee high socks on. With a garter belt. Seriously, why was she torturing him like this? What did he ever do wrong?
Marinette leaned over, their lips centimeters apart and on second thought, she could keep doing it, if it meant a kiss.
“I hope you aren’t uncomfortable staying in your boxers while I tinker with your jeans.” she whispered then started undoing his belt.
Somewhere in between trying to control the boner(epic fail) and keeping himself from not fainting(moderately successful), Adrien noticed Marinette’s breath was a mix od strawberries and mint. Did she taste like that too? H was itching to discover.
The sound of his belt hitting the floor woke Adrien from his daze.
“I hope you don’t mind being in your boxers around me.” Marinette said with a small pout.
I don’t mind being in anything around you. Literally, just rip my clothes off and take me right there and then.
Marinette giggled and...no, he didn’t just say that out loud. Had he?
“I’ll be fast.” she promised, dragging his jeans off his feet and getting off the settee.
Just in that moment, it crashed on him that he was laying in her room, in his boxer brief, giving Marinette a very obvious panoramical view of his boner. He wanted to die. The bluenette on the other hand didn’t notice or didn’t care. Probably the second, Adrien didn’t want to brag or anything, but it was just right there and ahem, decent sized to stand up. He meant out. Goddamit brain.
Marinette hummed peacefully while modifying the jeans. Meanwhile, Adrien was internally screaming. Honestly, it seemed to be the only thing he was doing these days.
“Stand up.” Marinette ordered and Adrien executed in less than two seconds.
The girl came back to him from her sewing machine ith his jeans. How much time did pass again? Adrien expected her to give him back his jeans so they could go back to Musset. Nothing killed boners quite like the life of 19th-century romantics. Well, what he didn’t seem to ever learn is expect the unexpected from Marinette.
She looked down. Straight at his boner. She was silent for few moments. Was she offended? Confused? Did she think it was a nice boner? Did his boxer briefs make his ass stand out nicely? Would she slap him over the butt like Ladybug last night? He would like that.
“Seems like your boxer briefs will also need some size modification.” she finally said.
“Er...em..eh...hehe...um…”
Marnette dropped his jeans and put her hands on his chest. She got on her tip toes and Adrien almost had a heart attack when she started licking up his neck. Seeing the reaction she coaxed out of him, Marinette grinned, putting her arms around his shoulders.
“Do I make you uncomfortable, minou?”
Minou? What the....OH MERDE. Shit, fuck, shit, oh freaking God.
“My lady?” he asked hoping it was true because that’s what the sweetest dreams are made of.
(It was also the way his dream threesome died, but he could deal with it.)
“Took you some time.” she remarked then clutched his shirt.” So kitty, I think I have some unfinished business with you.”
“Dieu, yes, please, finish me.” he basically begged.
Marinette giggled then tapped his nose.
“Poor Chaton. Who said anything about you finishing?”
Adrien groaned.
“I can’t believe I have such sadistic girlfriend.”
“Since when am I your girlfriend?” she teased.
“Since Wednesday, between giving me the eclair and giving me a boner.”
“Hm, I don’t know about that. What do you bring to the relationship table? I was doing all the work around here till now.”
“Are you challenging me, Princess?”
“Precisely.” she smacked his ass.”Now get your lovely derriere on the settee before I change my mind.”
Marinette never saw someone making such a big leap in all her life. Oh well, there is a beginning for everything.