ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:
Bakubakura: Aww thank you so much for the sweet compliments! (bows) I thank you kohai :3 haha I've never been called 'senpai' before ^^ Oh uh, thanks (blushes) I'm not that good compared to the rest of the amazing writing community, I still have a lot to learn so there's that, but thanks for the genuine compliments anyway :)
Marichat4evaaa: (grins) Ah no problem! Thanks for making that request, if you have anymore ideas just write them! :3
RoseMP: Thanks! I don't have much experience writing smut/lemons, so my first attempts may be a disaster ^_^
UMakeMeSick: (sweat drop) (sending virtual peace hug) I'm sowwy! But I hope my other one shots will cheer you up!
Yumm: haha Then you'll like Chapter 40 "Feral" ;)
Prompt: Marinette is at work and decides to call Chat Noir…unfortunately, she puts him on speaker.
Rated: T
Enjoy!
On Speaker
Marinette sighed, tapping her pencil rapidly against the side of her head.
The improvised dress the model was wearing looked like someone emptied a beanbag of its contents and stabbed holes in it for her head, arms and legs. She looked positively ridiculous.
Marinette wasn't even sure who designed that dress, all she knew was she had to improve and if needed recreate the whole dress for a fashion shoot tomorrow and it was already six in the afternoon. Her shift was supposed to end over an hour ago and yet here she was brainstorming for ideas with the rest of her team.
She wondered where her boyfriend was…
Excusing herself from her colleagues, she quickly dialed her boyfriend's number, deciding to put him on speaker just so Alya could be satisfied with asking him whatever question she had in mind. The reporter had been oddly giddy the entire day, constantly trying to convince Marinette into calling Adrien.
Well…
Beep Beep. Bee-
"Hello purrincess!" giggling at the energetic greeting, Marinette could hear the rushing wind in the background.
Was he out as Chat Noir?
She mentally slapped herself, "Right, patrol. I told him I would work later today so he must have gone on ahead," she had to remember to thank him when she got home.
Her co-workers smiled at the affectionate greeting, some staring at their sketches and drafts, others looking at her phone and actively listening to the conversation.
Marinette smiled, "Hey Adrien, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but Alya said she wanted to ask you something. I have you on speaker so behave," she knew how her boyfriend's more…daring side could come out while in costume, she really hoped he would keep that in mind.
The god of all kwamis must be frowning down upon her this very instant, a low chuckle came and some of her female colleagues' eyes flew open at the husky, masculine sound, looking visibly flustered, "Or what purrincess? Will you spank me or I get to be on top?" the smug snicker immediately died right after Adrien had uttered that sentence and silence filled the whole room.
Marinette's face froze into a blank expression, redness spreading all the way to the roots of her hair.
That damn cat!
Alya leaned forward to talk near her phone, "We can all hear you tiger, save the dirty talk for the bedroom!" her best friend shot her a saucy smirk, her eyes telling Marinette that she wanted to hear all the juicy details as soon as they were out of the office.
Her female co-workers looked like they would either sink through the floor or melt into a puddle of goo while the males appeared downright uncomfortable.
She was going to kill him.
Deactivating the speaker function, Marinette stonily pressed her phone against her ear, "Let's hope you're on a roof I didn't know yet because I'm going to throw you off one as soon as I find you kitty," she whispered to him before hanging up, trying hard to concentrate back on designing the dress and ignoring the heated whispers of 'it's always the quiet ones' at the back.
Chat Noir held his baton limply in his hand, face red and frozen on the spot.
He nearly fell of the roof after composing himself, his entire face red and his ears flattened against his head, "…..Oh, oh,"
Marinette herself was a force to be reckoned with, one he desperately tried to annoy as rare as possible.
But Marinette with super Ladybug strength and speed and agility and her deadly yoyo made his fur stand on end and his skin crawl and-
Chat turned robotically around, swinging from roof to roof, muttering to himself, "Would she follow me into the Seine if I jumped inside?" thoughts of how long he could hold his breath underwater and if ladybugs hated the liquid coursed through his mind as he envisioned avoiding his premature death at the hands of his girlfriend.
Inspiration: My own experiences - calling a friend after her (adorable) nickname: "pedoflower" while she was at her internship wasn't the brightest idea in retrospect). T_T