DISCLAIMER:
Sex does NOT hurt for everyone, including virgins. It also does for some people as well and in other cases it does hurt and it feels good. It really depends on the person.
Perhaps I wasn't transparent enough in chapter 14 when Alya explained the logistics of it when Marinette asked.
Everyone is different. I don't want to confuse some readers who dont have experience to believe that first time sex will ALWAYS hurt when that's not always the case. Marinette was tense, there was no foreplay and Marinette reiterated that she preferred foreplay before her first time in chapter 15 so that it would feel good.
Also Adrien and Marinette didn't have sex yet. They tried to but Marinette clearly wasn't ready.
I hope you all can understand that basics of sex and fiction. Know that everyone is different and yes, foreplay helps a ton but its entirely up to the person and how they deal with it.
If you can't understand that or are too young to understand that, then you probably should not be reading this story.
I'll try and be more transparent next time.
"I told you to stay still..."
Marinette felt her heart sink.
The sound of it's voice, the way it held her down, the way it forced her to bend over.
She was exposed. She could feel her skirt pooled at her ankles as well as her underwear.
Her heart hurt, and despite how much she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out. She was forced to stay where she was, and the booming sound of the music drowned everything else out.
She whimpered, her body aching as he began to hit her. Her body trembled the moment he ripped off her clothes and Marinette was completely exposed.
She groaned even more so, her knees pressing together as they were close to giving out.
Marinette squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving as she began to cry. She was a heaping naked mess the moment it approached her from behind.
"No..." she breathed, her voice breaking.
"No! Don't touch me, leave me alone!"
Marinette panted, her hands pushing off the wall. She felt its arms around her, holding her tightly.
Tears spilled from her eyes as she began to thrash and kick, her voice raising from her throat as no matter how much she screamed, or how hard she kicked or punch, she couldn't get away from it.
She was helpless.
She was defeated.
She was going to lose.
Marinette cried out, her eyes burning with tears as she felt its arms only grow tighter around her, and with one last cry for help she finally opened her eyes.
"Hey!"
Marinette jumped at the sound of Adrien's voice. She opened her eyes, exhaling as she couldn't see in the dark.
Her body trembled and Marinette closed her eyes once more, gripping on to the sheets as she tried to calm her heart.
"Are you okay?" Adrien asked, his voice heavy and laced with fatigue as he slowly wrapped his arms around her. "It sounded like you were having a bad dream..."
Marinette pressed her lips together as her heart felt tight within her chest. She naturally allowed him to swathed his arms around her and pull her close. She closed her eyes, resting her face against his chest with a rigid breath. Her heart continued to pound erratically within the confines of her chest and it was almost painful. She buried her face into his chest, unable to say anything as the memory of her nightmare and the memory of the assault she endured that night remained etched in her brain.
She sought comfort in the warmth of Adrien's arms because she felt safe there. She knew she could trust him and as far as her relationship went with Adrien he had never given her a reason not to trust him, nor did he ever hurt her physically. He never forced himself on her and Adrien was kind and understanding when it came to her hesitation regarding sex.
Marinette wasn't afraid of the act in itself, but she was incredibly scared of the pain that came with it.
It meant any sort of pain
Whether it be physical or emotional. The last thing Marinette wanted to do was experience pain regarding the reasons for sex
And that was what Nick did to her that night when he tried to assault her during the party.
Marinette was worried that the fear of sex only was exacerbated since that night and for a moment, Marinette was genuinely worried that she wouldn't ever be able to give herself to Adrien because of the trauma.
"It'll be okay..." Adrien whispered, holding her in the dark as his hands rubbed up and down her back in soothing motions.
A deep blush brewed on her cheeks as Marinette realised that they were still naked from the night before, and it certainly posed a compromising position that would have been awkward if the situation wasn't so dire.
"You'll be fine. I'm right here with you, nothing's going to harm you while I'm here..." Adrien slurred, the fatigue evident within the sound of his voice.
She furrowed her brow, her eyes screwing shut as she listened to the sound of Adrien's heartbeat as he attempted to calm her down.
She pressed her lips together, guilt enveloping her as she couldn't help but to blame herself.
Everything was her fault, and she needed to forget about the pain.
Perhaps if she buried it deep down, then she wouldn't have to make Adrien suffer for her stupid mistakes anymore.
"Girl, why are you daytime drinking? It's barely noon!" Alya hissed, her eyes wide as Marinette pressed her bottle of Bière de Garde to her pink lips.
It wasn't often that Alya and Marinette met up for brunch, especially now that they were both in serious relationships and Alya often slept until afternoon with her pregnancy cravings keeping her up all night, but when the new diner opened up in central city Paris, they both couldn't wait to get their hands on it.
Marinette was even more ecstatic to learn that there had been alcoholic beverages added on to the menu, and the young woman wasted no time requesting a bottle.
"What? No other restaurants are serving at this hour." Marinette retorted, taking a quick swig of her drink before placing the bottle back down on to the tabletop. "I'm gonna get my money's worth."
Alya folded her hands against the table, playfully rolling her eyes before she nervously glanced around the packed dining room.
"I suppose there's a reason for that. No one wants to get drunk at eleven in the morning. That is excluding you, of course." Alya murmured, moving her eyes back to Marinette who playfully shimmied in her chair and took another swig.
"I guess it's time I get dunked on." Marinette teased, placing her bottle back down against the table before offering her friend a cheeky grin.
Alya sighed, slumping forward as she rested her elbows against the table with a grimace.
"Are you drinking because of what you saw with Chloe? I mean, I'd understand how traumatic that must have been to you. That baby shower was such a nice gesture but it ended up turning into a mess."
Marinette sighed, her heart sinking into the sour acid of her stomach the moment Alya mentioned Chloe. She couldn't rid the harsh words that Chloe had told her, and truth be told, Marinette couldn't rid the feeling of Nick's grimy hands on her. There was a possibility that Marinette was subconsciously drinking in an attempt to numb herself, but she couldn't be so sure.
As far as she was concerned, she had always drank even more her previous encounters.
"I texted Felix about the situation. I told him that my friend Chloe was in the hospital and just needed someone to vent. He mentioned that he and Chloe may have known each other, especially because their families are so tight knit, he told me to brush it off as some sort of depression and to not take Chloe's words to heart. I can't stop thinking about it though. I feel so foolish." Marinette conceded, reaching up to run her hands through her hair.
Marinette tried to forget much of what happened that night. In fact, that night was a complete disaster all in itself. She couldn't get Chloe to open up to her, she couldn't make love to Adrien. All she could remember to the ending of that night was venting to Alya about what Chloe had said until she cried herself to sleep with frustration that her friend was mad at her and that she was so scared of pain that she wouldn't allow herself to properly have sex with her husband.
She truly felt like some sort of failure.
"I can't believe you're still talking to that scumbag after everything he did to you." Alya sighed, shaking her head at the thought of allowing Felix into their lives once more. "You have a strong heart, I dont think I could ever forgive someone for doing that to me. Thank you- next."
Marinette snorted, twirling the bottle of beer in her palms as she playfully shimmied her shoulders.
"I'm so fucking grateful for my ex-"
"Okay-" Alya rasped, immediately interjecting Marinette's subtle song intro. The brunette grabbed the beer bottle, sliding it away from the both of them and allowing it to settle in the corner. "Enough drinking for you. The last thing we want is for us to break out in song in the middle of a restaurant."
Marinette chuckled, shaking her head as she folded her menu and placed it to the side with a small smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not drinking because of Chloe. I may be dumb because I decided to forgive Felix and allow him to be in my life as a friend even though the things he did were messed up, and yeah I'm having weird dreams, but I'm just drinking to drink. My life has been a weird daytime drama since I got married but I'm looking forward to it going into a positive direction." Marinette explained, feeling desperate as she had hoped that her own words were true.
Alya pressed her lips together, her fingers tapping against the tabletop as she contemplated.
"Is...is everything going on okay with Adrien? I hear that things usually get more intense after marriage. I'm sure it might be the same case with you guys if we are following statistics."
Marinette blushed, immediately shaking her head as her heart began to squeeze inside of her chest. "I mean, it's not intense as if we are arguing all the time or that we aren't getting along..." Marinette confessed, reaching up to rub her hand against the back of her neck with a nervous expression. "B-But there's one thing I'm worried about..."
Alya perked a brow, leaning onto her elbows as she moved closer towards Marinette from across the table with an inquisitive expression.
"Oh? What do you mean?" She asked, her eyes widening with curiosity.
Marinette inwardly scolded herself. She had made a mental notion that she wouldn't talk to Alya about her intimate life with Adrien. In fact, she knew that her and Adrien had something for one another but Marinette didn't recall ever getting into the logistics of things.
Albeit it being embarrassing, Alya was her best friend. She had more experience in this department than she did and for as long as she knew Alya, she had told her everything. She never kept secrets, especially because Marinette trusted Alya with her life.
"W-We...we tried to be intimate last night. I got really nervous and clammy." Marinette whispered, leaning closer despite Alya's eyes growing wider than saucer plates. "I-It started to feel uncomfortable so I kinda threw a pillow at him and he had to stop. It started to get awkward and even when seeing him this morning I kinda felt bad about it. He says it's not a big deal, but I guess I care about these things too much."
Alya gasped, her jaw dropping as she quickly glanced around. The brunette reached up, clamping a hand over her mouth.
Marinette groaned, inwardly slapping herself for even mentioning anything. Her cheeks grew even more warm, and Marinette worried that Alya would possibly make a scene in the middle of a public place.
"Marinette, I didn't even know you were having sex." Alya whispered, her eyes remaining wide. "Its like you're a totally different person now. I never knew you had it in you." She teased, surprised still laced in the tone of her voice.
Marinette blushed deeply, rubbing her cheek anxiously as she glanced around, hoping the chatter around them was loud enough to drown out their conversation.
"I...uhm...I'm still me. I just-I feel like I could use some advice. Teasing me about it just makes me feel even worse for not being able to do anything with Adrien, even though he says there's nothing to be worried about."
Alya cleared her throat, nodding and straightening up as she attempted to approach the situation more seriously due to Marinette's flustered sputtering.
"You're right. You're right." Alya agreed, nearly folding her hands on to the table with a deep exhale. "Look, it's natural for you to feel iffy about sex. I mean, there were things you went through that may make you feel a bit disdain. What's important is that you take your time, don't rush or push yourself and only do it when you're ready because otherwise it'll just make your fear even worse. You might just be more traumatized when it comes to sex. When that time comes, you have to relax. Don't tense up and make sure a lot of foreplay is involved. It helps tremendously."
Marinette blushed even deeper, reaching up to rub her cheeks.
"I-it's not even that intense either. I don't mean to make it sound like we've gotten deep into the logistics of sex, it's more like we've been fooling around with touching and...oral...and just exploring our bodies." Marinette mumbled, her face growing even more hot at the fact that they were having this conversation in a public restaurant. Marinette glanced around nervously, keeping an eye out for the waitress in case she'd come while they were conversing about Marinette's shattered sex life.
"Oh my God." Alya gasped, attempting to her her surprise to a minimum as she didn't want to humiliate Marinette like she did that night at Chloe's party before the fireworks. "Did you suck his dick yet?"
Marinette coughed, choking on her spit as her eyes widened. She immediately reached for her beer, her hand trembling as her head was about ready to fall off her shoulders and explode into a million chunks by the time it had hit the ground.
"I can't believe we are talking about this." She breathed, regretting even bringing the whole thing up in the first place. "I-I didn't suck any appendage of his body, Alya." She brought the bottle to her lips, ignoring as Alya giggled playfully in front of her.
Marinette quickly took a swig of her drink, gulping it down as she placed the bottle back down on to the table. She was incredibly antsy for the waitress to come with their food so that she could desperately change the subject and had an excuse to stuff her mouth with something so that she had an excuse not to talk.
"Instead of talking about my horrible and nearly shattered sex life, let's talk about engagement life with Nino! How is that? Is that going good? How's the baby? How's the wedding planning? Did you create a nursery with the gifts we got you at the baby shower?"
Alya sighed, slouching forward so that she could rest her elbows against the tabletop. She leaned into her palms with a grimace and she glanced down, almost as if Marinette's words had struck a nerve.
"I'm not sure...I mean I love the gifts and I'm really excited about the baby, but Nino has been acting a little strange around me lately." Alya confessed, a small pout on her lips.
Marinette frowned, pressing her lips together as she gently set aside her drink.
"W-What do you mean? Is he being rude to you? If you want, I can have Adrien talk to him. I know Adrien's with him right now-"
"It's fine, Marinette. He just seems...uncomfortable lately. I worry that he's having nightmares about the baby and the wedding. If he's second guessing anything, I'd hope that he talks to me about it before we start putting our plans into place." Alya explained, chewing on her thumb nail as she tried to shrug the whole situation off.
"I don't think he's regretting anything or feels reluctant about his relationship with you." Marinette murmured softly, her heart skipping beats the moment she spotted the waitress by the counter collecting plates of food on to her tray.
"Its probably that he has a lot to think about as well. I mean when he came to me a few months back before he learned you were pregnant, he genuinely seemed like he couldn't live without you. He wanted to be with you and he didn't hesitate to try and get you back. Even at the baby shower he seemed really excited about the whole thing. I would talk to him about it, if it really does concern you but I'm almost positive things will be fine."
Alya shrugged, leaning back into her seat with a grimace.
"I'm not sure. Most days he looks as if he's seen a ghost. I ask him if he's alright and he either shrugs or tells me that he's okay, but I cant help but to wonder sometimes."
Marinette pressed her lips together, tapping her fingertips against the table with a grimace. "I think you think a lot. Just as much as I do. I understand how it can be overwhelming especially for the ones that you love. But we kinda just have to trust that they love us and will tell us what's wrong when they feel the need to. I understand that it's scary to trust that someone wouldn't let us down, but we owe that to them."
Alya glanced down, ignoring the waitress as she placed their plates in the front of them. Marinette offered the stranger a kind smile and an expression of gratitude before she left the table to attend her other orders.
"When he holds me at night, he holds me like he's scared. He holds me really tight and it's not like he cries but I feel like he would if he could. It only makes me worry that's all. I'd like to say that it's all in my head, but his actions are very much evident that its not. But he won't talk to me. I'd like to think it isn't anything serious, maybe just a funk he's in but...I'm not sure." Alya elucidated, reaching down to grab her fork to pick at her egg omelette.
Marinette grabbed her fork, picking at her own food as she tried to keep their spirits in great shape.
Alya never let her down, Marinette had no intentions to leave her down either.
"I'm sure it'll be alright. Just remember, if all else fails, communication is a huge key. I promise..." Marinette assured, reaching over to grab Alya's hand from across the table.
"Hey, I brought some food." Adrien murmured, setting the bag of takeout Chinese on to the coffee table with a concerned expression. "Alya told me you haven't been working up the appetite lately so I figured I'd try to convince you."
Nino glanced down at the food, his hands resting in his lap as he sat on the sofa. He didn't utter a word, he simply remained still, his eyes trained on to the bag of food. The lines beneath his eyes deepened and Nino finally glanced away, his eyes staring into a void as if he had returned from the war and was suffering from memories that would leave him traumatized forever.
"Nino, what's gotten into you?" Adrien questioned, sitting down beside him with an expression of concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Nino pressed his lips together, his hands clenching into fists as he exhaled. It was quite obvious that he was apprehensive, but it was a dead end. If he didn't fess up now, Adrien wouldn't let go of it.
Adrien could be impertinent when he wanted to and when it proved to be necessary.
"I...I saw something I don't think I can come back from." Nino conceded, his voice quivering as he gulped. "I-I can't stop thinking about it."
Adrien furrowed his brow, sitting up slightly so that he could properly look at his comrade.
"What is it? What did you see?" He asked, his voice laced in concern and curiosity.
Nino cleared his throat, sighing once more as he tried to compose himself.
"I...was doing some research about pregnancy and childbirth because I really wanted to know what to expect and how to help Alya." Nino reached down, sliding his phone out of his pocket.
Adrien widened his eyes, his heart tightening in his chest as he had a hunch as to what Nino had seen.
"Nino, no...tell me you didn't watch someone give birth." Adrien breathed immediately moving away with a look of despair.
Nino immediately unlocked his phone, scrolling through the screen so that he could pull up the resources in which he used to conduct his research.
"Dude, you have to see this. If I suffered, than you have to suffer too. That's the only way I'd know that you'd empathize with me."
Adrien shook his head.
"What?! No! If you couldn't come back from it, why would you think that I would?!" He exclaimed, immediately standing up and stepping away from him.
"Listen, if you ever want to have children with Marinette in the future, you have to see this. You have to see what happens to them, you have to see what will happen to Marinette when that time comes. In fact, you need to prepare your eyes with what's gonna happen in that delivery room. You're my bro, you need to be by my side when it comes to this because I don't know who else to turn to. You don't even have to watch the whole thing. Just...look at how the baby comes out. It literally looks like her vagina was blowing a huge bubble-"
"NINO STOP!" Adrien screeched, immediately placing his hands over his ears with a look of despair.
He knew whether he wanted to or not, Nino was going to make him watch the video.
"Ahhh! Brunch was amazing!" Marinette squealed, finally grateful to be back home with Adrien once again.
She kicked her shoes off, slowly climbing into the bed with a small smile as she plopped down beside her love with a soft hum. Marinette wrapped her arms around him and she nuzzled her face into his side. "Did you get Nino to eat?"
Adrien sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He leaned into Marinette, using his other hand to reach down into hers.
"Uh, we got to talking. We tried to eat a little bit, but we weren't getting anymore..." Adrien sighed, lightly pulling away so that he could pull off his white T shirt. He bent his leg, pressing his foot against the bed as Marinette attempted to resume her position around his side.
"Oh, I was hoping you could get Nino to open up to you. Alya told me that he was acting strange lately but whenever she questioned him about it, he always blew it off and said he was fine. I offered to get your help but she declined, fearing that it would make her look invasive." Marinette explained, furrowing her brow as Adrien stiffened beside her.
The blonde pressed his lips together, the lines beneath his eyes deepening as he hadn't recalled ever seeing that much blood before in his life. All throughout his life he was a model boy and man, he swore he'd never look at any women's nether regions unless they were in a serious relationship or married. Even so, Adrien had never seen a vagina in that way before. He had never seen it look so...distressed even in all of the medical books he read during health class.
Adrien reached down, grabbing Marinette's hand all the while cursing Nino for ruining his perception of the preconceived notion that childbirth was a beautiful thing.
The fact that if they ever decided to have children had started to haunt him. The horrible thing he saw in the video that Nino showed him would happen to Marinette!
And by the sound of the woman screaming, he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep consciousness if he bore witness to that.
"Marinette?" He mused, immediately drawing her attention as the young woman pulled back to get a better look at him.
"Hm?" She asked, a small blush on her cheeks as she always felt her heart soar inside of her chest whenever he took her hand. "Is everything okay?"
Adrien bit his lip, squeezing her hand softly before he closed his eyes, trying to rid the image of someone pushing out a baby.
"If we ever do have children in the future and it comes down to when we are in the delivery room..." Adrien started, his voice quivering. "Do you think its okay to sit that one out?"
Marinette glared at him, her hand slowly loosening around from his as she wasn't sure if she heard his words right.
Granted, she could feel a bit of a palpitation at the mention of having kids with Adrien, but she couldn't fail to hear the last half of what he said.
"Wait...so you're saying you don't want to be in the delivery room to see the baby?" Marinette asked, blinking as she couldn't quite wrap her head around the thought of having her first child and not having the childs father there.
Adrien sighed, inwardly cringing as he realised just how bad that sounded.
"No I mean...Nino told me he was doing some research about- childbirth and pregnancy- and he wanted to make sure he was prepared for what was to happen and he showed me this video of a woman giving birth and I've never seen so much blood." Adrien whispered, his eyes widening with fear. "I swear I feel like if I've seen that in person I might pass out."
Marinette widened her eyes, the wheels in her head turning as Adrien mentioned the video of the woman giving birth.
"Oooh! So that's why Nino was acting weird." Marinette murmured before furrowing her brow and glancing back at Adrien. "So wait- you were watching a video of some other woman's vagina?"
Adrien reached up to rub the back of his neck with a expression of fear.
"I-It...her stuff got so big-"
Marinette immediately snorted, laughing softly at his reaction. She reached back, grabbing her pillow and snacking Adrien with it.
Adrien chuckled, still trembling from his traumatic experience while he grabbed the pillow from his lap.
"I...I don't want your stuff...to get that big when you...you know...have a baby."
Marinette snorted even louder as she lightly nudged his side with her elbow.
"I can't stand you!" She giggled, leaning into him with a small smile. "But I think the answer has to be no. You can't sit this one out. You have to be there..."
Adrien smiled, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he swathed his arms around her and brought her closer.
"So...if you'll have to take my passing out as a liability." Adrien pressed, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "That'll all be on you."
Marinette blushed, leaning up to kiss his lips softly.
"Mmm, that's okay. You'll wake up to a beautiful baby. Maybe if you're lucky, you won't pass out on top of the placenta."
"MARINETTE-"
I tried to discontinue this story but got so much pushback.
