Chapter Four: I am a Sexy Superstar
It was by some sheer force of Ladybug miracle luck that Marinette didn't trip and fall on her face when she lurched forward on her heels. As it was, nobody heard the clattering of the stilettos as she stumbled, all eyes glued to Adrien as he neared the end of the stage, but the bluenette heard uncontrolled snickers as her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
Her bluebell orbs lifted from the glowing runway, sliding up to glare across from where she'd 'entered' the show. Lila stood, smug, offering a tiny wave of her fingers. The horror wedged itself deep in the woman's gut, realizing that Liar, Lila, must have been the one who pushed her, then she'd gone around to watch her mortification.
She laughed some more, and the world slowed down to an impossible still as Marinette's heart fell, staring out across the sea of faceless people in the audience. The lights made it genuinely hard to see, and she swallowed.
Don't panic. Lila's snickers continued to echo in her head, and anger welled up in the pit of her stomach. She wrapped her mental fingers around it, steeling her resolve. The panic receded, and the heat burst beneath her skin. That was much better. Her sheer anger at Lila would get her through this. What had Alya said? Strut your stuff like you're already a superstar?
The problem was, Marinette didn't want to be a model. Okay, sexy superstar, then she might not get picked…superstar Ladybug. Everybody loves you. Everybody thinks you're amazing. Everybody thinks you're sexy.
A small smirk graced her lips, her brow quirking up, her anger the only emotion driving her blind panic back, and the faltering look on Lila's face only made her confidence grow more.
Marinette straightened just as Adrien began to turn, the world falling back into motion, and the smirk that graced her face was dark and sensual as she tossed Lila a glance, beginning to sway her hips to move her way down the walk. You're a superstar. Everybody thinks you're sexy, so be sexy.
Her feet carried her confidently over the smooth surface, and she stared straight ahead, lifting her chin. She let the sensuality leak into her eyes, and she saw Adrien falter. Marinette slid her eyes his way, pursing her lips just the slightest fraction to pass him an 'air' kiss, watching his eyes widen and his mouth part a little before his face restricted itself into the mask of professionalism, and they passed each other.
I am a sexy superstar. She paused at the end, shifting her gait to one side, biting her lip, as her eyes fluttered out over the faceless mass. She shifted again to the other side before spinning and bringing herself back down towards the end.
The confidence slowly leaked out as she disappeared from the stage, but she held the last bit as she approached Lila and Adrien, who apparently hadn't seen fit to leave the egress area. His mouth was hanging open, which brought her smirk back in full force.
"Thanks Lila," she said throatily. "That was fun."
The Italian beauty snarled.
"M-Marinette," Adrien croaked, and she quirked a brow as his emerald orbs scaled down her form. "You l-look…" his mouth flapped, and she released a soft giggle.
I am a sexy superstar.
"Like what you see big boy?" She gripped his shirt by the front and planted a kiss on his stunned cheek. His eyes darted down her body again. "Yeah," she whispered. "Mylène is a very talented designer," she teased, sliding her thumb over his lips before patting his cheek firmly, turning to leave.
She smirked at Lila's livid face, and mouthed the words 'fuck you' before brushing completely passed, disappearing into the backstage crowd. Once she'd cleared the area into the main hall again…she needed to find a bathroom…she was going to puke…
****POV Change****
He couldn't stop the immediate reaction in his body watching her head towards him. At first, he didn't recognize Marinette Dupain-Cheng…but then, when it set in, her eyes were looking at him, so full of sensuality and confidence, and then she….practically blew him a kiss on the runway.
He's faltered, just for a moment, all those years of training undone by a single glance. Plus, the aching deep in his groin wasn't going away any time soon. Heat. That was the only word for it when she looked at him. He could feel the fire burning inside of his stomach and his loins.
He exited, but he couldn't stop staring, watching her hips swing, looking at her ass. Had it always been so…luscious? Her legs…lean…and creamy…and she was…fucking sexy…she was…amazing…she was…coming back!
He felt panicked. Her tousled hair had him thinking of the way she'd look beneath him, parting those full lips in moans, screaming his name as he thrust inside of her…Oh, God!
"Adrien?" Lila's voice barely registered.
Shit, it was too late for him to run, the heat burning his face as Marinette sauntered up to them.
"Thanks Lila, that was fun," the bluenette said, and his heart hammered uncontrollably. Her voice was driving electricity right through his body. He was going to pass out.
"M-Marinette," he croaked. Smooth. She raised a brow at him, and he couldn't stop his eyes from raking down all her full curves. She was so…incredibly sexy. Why didn't…he see it before? "You l-look…" His mouth wouldn't work.
She giggled, and his stomach tightened. "Like what you see big boy?" Her hand was on his shirt, and her soft lips touched his cheek. He looked down her form again. Fuck, yes. Say it. Say it. "Yeah," she breathed. Dammit, you pussy. "Mylène is a very talented designer." Her thumb slid over his lips, and the model had to resist the urge to bite it gently before she smacked his cheek lightly, turning to go.
He watched her leave…oh, man, did he watch her leave.
"Tacky," Lila snapped.
"S-Sexy," he countered without meaning to.
"Thank you," Lila said softly, looping her arms around his neck.
The touch brought his mind back to complete focus, and he blinked down into her olive green eyes. Lila was beautiful, there was no debate, but her personality left something to be desired. He smiled as politely as he could without cringing as she tried to nestle closer.
"I have other outfits to walk," he said firmly, gripping her arms and pushing them off his shoulders. "You should probably prepare for second wave as well," he suggested, moving around her.
Her scoff followed him, and he sighed. He'd known for awhile that Lila wanted to sleep with him, but he just wasn't interested. He'd liked her well enough at one point, but never like that.
"Adrien, we need you out of those clothes now," one of the coordinators demanded.
I was thinking of what you would look like out of these clothes…
His own words echoed incessantly through his mind, tightening his gut more as his arousal grew thinking about Marinette. How had he not noticed sooner? She'd liked him for years, and more recently, she'd liked Chat…and in no instances…had he taken it upon himself to explore that delectable body.
Wish your armor came off.
Someone was pulling off his clothes, but he didn't bother paying attention. The wardrobe specialists and producers always picked away at him like a piece of meat and fiddled with every little detail whether he complained or not.
Okay, so as Chat he had thought of her in that way, but never beyond a precursory capacity because he loved Ladybug. His heart belonged to the spotted heroine, but damned if Mari didn't make his body ache, and he found it difficult not to act on that urge.
Wish your armor came off.
Her statement had been completely innocent in her mind as she fiddled with his fitting, little to his knowledge, for his civilian design. However, the moment the words had left her lips, he'd conjured images of shedding leather and pinning her to the nearest immovable object, trapping her body for his consumption and enjoyment.
What would Marinette's supple skin feel like beneath his hands? What would her lips feel like against his? What would it feel like to bury himself inside of her?
"Adrien!" The man's startled voice brought his thoughts to the present, and the blonde frowned.
"What?"
"Can you try to control yourself?" Henri huffed, and the model continued to frown before he realized his coordinator was fiddling with his pants to hem one of the legs, and ….well, Adrien was completely hard.
His face flushed, and he swallowed. "S-sorry, was just…" he let the thought trail off, muttering. That was embarrassing. Of course, Henri had worked with him for years, including through the awkward raging hormone moments, so this was not….sadly….a new….situation for them….but, it was embarrassing all the same.
"Must be some girl," he joked a little to ease the teen's mind, and Adrien snorted, looking away.
"That's just it," he breathed. "I just noticed, and she might have already moved on."
Henri sighed. "Love is complicated, but you play the hand you are dealt, Adrien. Play the angles you can, and hope for the best."
"Play the angles I can?"
"Yeah," he said, exasperated. "If you know she loves your kindness, play it up. If she loves your smile, shine it every moment she's around."
The blonde paused, chewing his lip in contemplation. Marinette liked Chat right now. Would it….be wrong to pursue her as Chat, knowing she'd liked him? "What if you're exactly like the new guy she likes?"
Henri stilled, sighing, then shrugged. "Depends on the girl. Keep being yourself, Adrien. She'll come around. If she doesn't she's a fool."
He laughed, short, abrupt, and nervous. That was the problem. He was pretty sure he'd been the fool.
****POV Change****
"How do you have footage already?" Marinette groaned, annoyed as she pulled her own clothes back on, feeling infinitely more comfortable.
"I have my ways," Alya snorted, sliding her fingers over the tablet. "Damn girl, do you think you could've left some dry cocks in the house?"
Marinette balked. Her friend never talked quite like that. Sure, she was forward and pushy and nosey…but…
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if I were a man I'd have cum in my pants watching you on that runway," she said flatly. "Hell, I doubt there was a pair of dry panties in the house either."
"Alya!" She squeaked, mortified. What the hell had happened? Something had possessed the bluenette on that runway. She had been taken over by a separate entity completely. An ancient Ladybug spirit…or something.
"You might get picked," she said softly.
"N-n-no," she whispered. "I did porn star so I wouldn't get picked."
"Honey, I hate to break it to you," Alya snorted, then thought about it. "Well, no, I don't, but still, I posted the clip of your walk to the Ladyblog under a miscellaneous link an hour ago and you've already got over 200,000 views. You're trending."
"I d-d-don't know w-what that means…I…I…" She was floundering again, the world closing in on her.
"It means, my dear girl, that Gabriel Agreste isn't stupid, and you're on fire. You're sexy, smart, and a competent designer on top of that. You'd be a valuable asset to his company. If he doesn't hire you just because you pulled that porn star lip bite here," she teased, pointing at the sultry tactic at the end of the walkway, "then he'd be a fool. Guys are going crazy in the comment section of the blog. Girls too, actually. They're wondering where you came from. They're wondering if you've done work before."
"I-I haven't," she said dumbly.
Alya snickered. "Really? Could have fooled me, sexy. I also heard you caused a stir backstage," the question was implied and Marinette's cheeks were enflamed.
"Who told you that!?"
"I have my sources," she teased again. "What happened?"
Marinette sucked in a deep breath and went over as many details as possible, but the more she spilled, the more her friend's golden orbs widened.
"You…did….what?"
"Yeah," she whispered, horrified.
"You kissed Adrien?"
"On the cheek," she corrected.
"You called him big boy," she said, smiling now.
"I don't know what I was thinking," she whined.
"You absolutely weren't thinking."
"I know!"
"That's…amazing."
Marinette's eyes widened, but then she frowned. "What?"
"Four years, Marinette does nothing. One cruel prank pulled by Lila, and all those bullshit barriers get bulldozed out of the way for sexy Marinette. You mind fucked that boy today."
"I-I did what now?"
"You said he could hardly talk."
"Y-yeah…"
"Girl, he was totally thinking about fucking you…"
"Alya…when did you get so vulgar?"
She waved her hands. "That aside, he totally sees you as a sexual entity now. You ensnared him, and he wants some of the Marinette pie."
She groaned. "I was trying to get over Adrien."
"Maybe you don't have to."
She cringed, staring at the floor. She thought of Chat and it made her panties wet, and she drew her lip between her teeth, heat tightening her stomach. Or, maybe, she'd just screwed herself.
