Chapter Six: Everybody Aches

Adrien vanished. He made himself scarce the moment Marinette peeled herself free from his grasp. He was fractions from grinding himself against the swell of her tempting backside. He wouldn't have cared whether Jacques caught it on camera, video, or was streaming the whole thing live, having her body that close was intoxicating.

His heart was still pounding in his throat when he slammed his door closed, leaning his muscular body against it. His haggard breathing filled the empty space until Plagg floated out of one of the drawers by his vanity.

"Having a hard day," he snickered, and Adrien glowered.

"Not funny, Plagg," he groaned, locking the door. His arousal wasn't going down. "She's driving me mad," he complained. "I almost fucked her right over that stool earlier," he moaned, thinking of the way her plump ass stuck out, the bandage skirt stretching tight. It road up her thighs, and he could see the bottom swell of her cheeks.

"G-God," he groaned again, running his fingers through his hair. Then, having her in his grasp and her lips so close, staring into her eyes? Then she'd accidentally gasped, brushing his lower lip with her soft ones, and the lust went into overload.

He cock was aching, and he'd shifted, wanting to drive his arousal into her ass, to rub, grind, and thrust until he alleviated himself against her. To grip her hips and use her body to alleviate all the heat and ache she was instilling in him. He'd been so fucking close, too…then they'd called break. Yeah, his luck.

God, he needed to…he needed…

He fumbled desperately with his swim shorts, and Plagg made a disgusted sound. "Didn't you do this once already?"

"Shut up," he snarled, a growl emanating as he shoved his back firmly into the door, freeing his erection from his shorts, wrapping his trembling fingers around the throbbing muscle. He squeezed, gasping, and his eyes fluttered closed. He'd spent so much time so close to her as Chat…he could smell her body…all of it…even when she was…wet.

"F-fuck," he groaned, pumping his palm over his aching member, thinking about her smell and what it would taste like on his tongue, what she'd sound like writhing beneath his licks. His groans turned to desperate pants as his rhythm became frantic, and sweat beaded along his forehead. "M-Mari," he moaned, tipping his head back, squeezing harder as he went. How would that delicious body feel wrapped around his aching cock right now? "O-Oh G-God," he panted. The way she'd bite her lip as he pounded into her…"Yes…yes…" He'd make her scream his …"Fu-u-uckkk.." He moaned loudly, body shuddering as he came, sliding down the door, unable to care about the mess he was making.

He took in large gulps of air, eyes rolling a little before he blinked several times.

"Might want to see a doctor," Plagg said dryly.

Adrien frowned, staring at his Kwami…who was staring pointedly at his….dick. "Wh-what? Why?"

"I don't think the swelling is going down," he snickered, and Adrien grabbed the nearest object, throwing it. It was a shoe. The Kwami dodged easily, cackling.

***POV Change***

She wasn't sure she could make it through another round like that! She was almost certain her heart was going to burst from her chest at any moment being that close to Adrien. Then…she'd gotten so worked up, she'd even imagined him being hard against her backside, and now she found herself aching and wet, hiding in the dressing room again.

"Oh, man, what do I do?" Her voice was full of terror and panic, and Tikki emerged from her purse, which was sitting with her folded clothes.

"Calm down, Marinette, what's the matter?"

Her heart thumped harder, thighs pressing together. Being insanely horny because she was thinking about having Adrien rub up against her? Not really the kind of thing she wanted to talk to her kwami about.

"Nervous that's balls!" Her eyes widened. "Not his balls," she blurted. "I mean, that's all!"

Tikki looked at her through skeptical lenses. "Adrien?"

Marinette fell over, whining. "I d-don't know what's wrong with me," she whimpered. "I'm supposed to be getting over him, and I'm getting all worked up just because he's close to me," she sighed, exasperated. "I wanted to try dating normal guys."

"What makes him not normal?"

"Look at him! He's amazing! He's a supermodel!"

"Uh, Marinette? Aren't you, what did Lila say, trending? You're kind of a supermodel too, aren't you?"

The bluenette balked. "That's not the s-same thing!"

"Sounds the same to me, but what would I know, I'm just an ancient powerful being," she tossed flippantly, giving her owner a sideways glance.

Marinette faltered. "T-Tikki! I can't just expect Adrien to think I'm on the same level as him because of some fluke it would be—"

Someone rapped on the door, and she yelped. "Mari?" Luka's voice sounded unsure, and she squelched another yelp of alarm as her panic rose infinitely higher.

"Y-yeah?"

"Could you open the door?"

Oh, right. That would be the normal thing to do. She got up, trembling as she pulled the barrier open, and he…was…so incredibly sexy. God, her hormones needed to take a break. Why had she not wanted to fuck him again?

Her eyes scraped down his chest to his abs, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips, a fresh wave of arousal slicking her bikini bottoms. She really wanted to…

"Mari?"

"O-Oh, yes? Hm?" She flicked her gaze back to his face, and he was smiling, that calm soft smile, but something lingered in his gorgeous eyes.

"Should I come in?" His hands touched her waist, making her jump from the shock, but heat erupted through her entire body.

"NO!" Her scream echoed loudly, and they both flinched. She cleared her throat and shook her head. "I j-just mean that w-would not…probably not b-be the best i-idea Luka."

His hands pressed up her sides, firm, daring, and Marinette couldn't stop the shiver licking up the length of her spine. The bluenette's eyes fluttered, barely registering the words oozing like honey from his promising lips.

"I think it could be an amazing idea," Luka murmured, pulling her body into his, and God...she could feel his hardness pressing along her aching core, tearing the restrained moan free from her quivering lips.

The pleased sound made him groan, and his hands cupped her ass, walking them backwards into the dressing room. Luka kicked the door closed just as swiftly, startling her from within the confines of her rapidly fogging brain.

Oh, God, it felt so good, but- "L-Luka, what are you doing?" She tried to clear the thickening cobwebs in her brain, but his mouth found her shoulder, layering wet kisses before nibbling her neck, pulling another whimper from her lips.

"I'm doing what I've wanted to do for the longest time," he moaned, picking her up with ease and setting her onto the nearby vanity. "You're so sexy," he breathed, pushing his hands up her ribs to squeeze her breasts, and she gasped, curving her back. O-Okay…maybe this wouldn't be the worst idea. "I've wanted you since I met you," he whispered, tugging her top down to expose her ample mounds, and her eyes widened in embarrassment.

"W-wait…"

His mouth wrapped around her hardened nipple and...the words left her head as he sucked on the pink peak, flicking his tongue over the bud. Her hips bucked forward instinctively, and he used his hands to grip her, grinding into her core between their very thin layers.

"Yes!" She cried out, feeling the way his cock relieved the throbbing when he crashed their hips together. Her legs locked around him, and he ground, desperately, into that sensitive spot between her thighs, and it took her higher…and higher, his hot mouth teasing her nipple before he rolled it between his teeth.

"F-Fuck!" She moaned, her head hitting the mirror as she shuddered.

His groin collided with her body, and she cried out, but he tore his mouth free from his feasting to cover her sounds with his lips, and she groaned. He thrust once more, and she whimpered, desperately rolling her hips to rut against him. He smiled along her mouth and pushed her back….just at the edge, and she whined her frustration.

"Wh-what?" Her heavy pants filled the air, and he chuckled, gripping her bikini bottoms, giving them a gentle tug.

Panic filled her, overriding everything. She wasn't ready! She didn't want her first time having full blown sex to be in a dressing room, on a vanity! It was supposed to be…romantic…in a bed…or…by a lake…or….with someone you loved at least!

"Luka, no, wait!" She snatched his wrists, shaking her head vehemently. "I d-d-d-don't want to have…sex…sex," she breathed, willing him to understand. It was hard to sound convincing when her breasts were exposed, and he'd just been humping her senseless against the mirror…but…

He frowned, slowly. "I don't understand."

"I j-just, you caught m-me at a weak moment L-Luka, I'm really sorry. I'm n-not ready."

His eyes glanced down at her breasts, and she blushed brightly. "We could finish," he breathed, rocking his hips slowly this time, grazing her core with his arousal, pulling a soft gasp from her lips. "With our clothes on."

That sounded really good. There…shouldn't be any rules against that.

"Marinette?" The knocking made her yelp, and Luka stilled.

Shit. She didn't want to be caught in the dressing room dry humping another model on her first day. Damn Adrien. Damn him for being so incredibly sexy. Damn Luka too!

"Y-Yes," she squeaked, her voice shaking. "You need to finish your shoot with Adrien, we didn't get any pictures." Oh, God, double shit. Now, she was going to have to shoot with Adrien…and she was more worked up than before…skirting the edge of release but not actually there. Frustrated.

"O-Okay, I'm coming!" Luka rocked against her again, and she stifled her moan. "L-Luka, I have to go," she whispered under her breath.

"G-God, Mari, just cum for me once," he pleaded, rocking his hips again, and she shuddered.

"I c-can't Luka, plus, I have to be out there, like, n-now," she whimpered as he pulled free.

"I'm more than willing to expedite the process," he said huskily, and he slid to his knees, and her eyes practically fell out of her skull.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Just one?" He kissed her knee, licking along her thigh, and her head hit the mirror again. "Please, Mari? I want to make you cum," he whispered, and she lost her resolve. She looked down, biting her lip. She pushed her thighs further apart, and he groaned, pulling his arousal free from his shorts, and she blushed.

"So, hard," she said dumbly.

"You drive me wild," he admitted, groaning as he slid his hand up and down his cock, groaning. He stopped for a few moments, and his mouth touched her inner thigh again, his free hand peeling her bikini to the side to reveal her dripping folds, and she heard him suck in a breath. "So wet," he countered, moaning. "G-God, fuck me Marinette," he groaned, and before she could answer, his mouth sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, torturing the sensitive nub with his treasonous tongue…

She bit into the web of her thumb and forefinger to stifle the absolute cry of pleasure that dominated her body, feeling a man's mouth on her core for the first time. G-God it was incredible. Her legs slipped over his shoulders, and the musician's moans disappeared into her between his sucking, nibbling, licking. Luka panted erratically, and she knew he was jerking off while he was tasting her, which just…made her hotter, and her body shuddered again.

Her back curved violently, and she trembled. "G-God," she whispered, trying to keep her voice low. "O-Oh God, Luka," she whimpered in pleasure, her nails finding his blue locks as she began rocking with his skilled tongue, finding the right rhythm after a few tries. Oh God…Oh…God….Oh… "I'm…g-gonna…" She panted, whimpering, throwing her head back. "P-please don't stop…" she rushed out and his moan against her core just sent more electric shocks through her body, bringing her higher, faster. "P-please don't stop…" and his free hand jerked her tighter into his mouth. "G-God, LUKA!" Her nails scraped over his head desperately as her orgasm overtook her body, and her Mari quaked with the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt.

Her vision was dancing with black spots as she came back down, and Luka licked the length of her slit slowly a few times, making her jerk and whimper before he replaced her bikini bottoms, kissing the fabric over her core.

"You taste incredible," he murmured, licking his lips.

She blushed, staring down at the musician, and realized he'd made a mess of himself. "S-Sorry," she whispered.

"I'm not, that was incredible."

Her face burned brighter. "I n-n-need to…go.."

"Yeah," he chuckled, kissing her knee. "Maybe we can play again sometime."

Oh, God…again? What had she done?

***POV Change***

Marinette looked…flushed, and she was nervous as she approached.

"Everything okay?"

She flinched, and his eyebrows shot up. "Y-Yeah, just thinking."

"Okay! You two, the sexy pair…maybe we pick up where we left off?" Jacques sounded far too happy, and the blonde grit his teeth.

Adrien stiffened. If he had to be pressed into her backside again they were going to have a big problem.

"Adrien, pick your girl up, like she's a pretty princess!"

This time he really did falter as he moved, since she was his 'princess'….technically. In a weird manner of speaking. He obeyed though, scooping the bluenette up with ease, his strong muscles flexing, knowing her weight better than he should have, and she squealed with a bit of happy delight. It pulled a smile from his face.

"Oh, there we go! Beautiful grins from the happy duo!"

"Marinette, put your arms around his neck!"

Her arms were hesitant, but then he grinned at her, feeling a bit of his Chat peek through, and this felt far more natural. She giggled, her face relaxing.

Marinette tossed her head back as she laughed, her long hair nearly trailing to the floor. "Y-yes!" Jacques called. "Keep it up! Very natural!"

"You're so strong," she tried to tease, but he saw the awkward blush, and he tried to deflect the tension, channeling his Chat side.

"Well, no, it just helps that you're so light," he grinned broadly, and she snickered.

"I knew they were just show muscles. Are they inflatable?"

He chortled, flexing his pectorals a little. "Well, as long as you promise not to tell…"

She gasped theatrically before doing her exuberant laugh, tossing her head back, and this time, she kicked her feet a little, and he held her tighter to his chest, snorting. This….this was…breathtaking. He would love spending every moment with her…just like this.

"That is fantastic! You two are wonderful together, so natural and happy! I have…everything!"

Adrien blinked, dazed. It was never that easy or fast to get good photos….it always took lots of prodding and poking and repositioning.

"You guys really work well together," Jacques said confidently.

Adrien frowned, setting the bluenette down gently, and she pulled free, leaving him cold where warmth had been slowly spreading through his chest. They'd worked well together? The problem was…he was pretty sure she'd been working well with Chat…not Adrien…