Sorry for the general crappiness, but here it is.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Dessert Before Dinner

Marinette rubbed her palms gently down her stomach for the hundredth time, feeling the butterflies restlessly fluttering about. She was nervous. She wasn't sure what to think. She stared at herself in the mirror, eyeing the green and yellow bruise around her eye, and the slowly fading cut.

Should she cover it up? They did in her shoots, but when she wasn't at a shoot, she just let it be, but they were going out with his father. She stared at the simple black dress she was wearing. Was it good enough? It was short, with a flirty skirt, and a low scoop and silver straps that hung off her shoulders. The back plunged to her tailbone in a sharp V, and she was going to pair it was plain black stilettos, putting her hair in a dutch braid, leading sideways over her shoulder towards the front. It was as good as she was going to get, but was it good enough?

She huffed, rubbing her stomach again, exiting the bathroom. She'd finally made it to her own room, since that's where her dress clothes were, and she was in the process of grabbing her shoes when someone knocked.

"Who is it?"

"It's your boyfriend," Adrien teased, and she blushed.

"It's open," she called, bending over to slip on her second shoe, and she heard him suck in a breath as he came through the door.

"M-Mari," he moaned, and she stilled, unsure what she'd done to deserve the heated tone already, but then she felt him pressed against her ass…and he was right against her panties…where the skirt had ridden all the way up.

"Mm," she moaned, shivering as she straightened. "W-We don't have time," she whispered, rubbing her nervous gut again.

"Anxious?"

"Terrified is more accurate," she swallowed, and he turned her to face him.

"I have a remedy for that," he grinned, kissing her slowly, and he dragged her against him, grinding until her panties were full of her desire.

"W-We'd be late," she whispered, breathless.

"Nu-uh," he promised, licking her lips, caressing his mouth down her neck, pushing her back towards the bed. "You just need a little stress relief," he promised. "I can make that quick," he winked, shoving her down, and getting on his knees, pushing her thighs apart.

"A-Adrien," she moaned, quivering with the thought of what he was going to do. Her core gushed just thinking about it, and he hissed, groaning.

"F-Fuck, Marinette." She heard him swallow, and she blushed, covering her face.

"S-Sorry, I c-can't help it!"

"I'm…I'm…wow. Not complaining." He pulled her panties off and his tongue drew across her slit, and her back curved.

"Mm!" Her eyes rolled and her hands sought grip in the comforter of her bed, thighs squeezing his face.

Another lingering lick, driving her mad, and she rocked her hips forward to get more friction, and he chuckled, delving his tongue into her entrance, swirling it around her walls until he dragged it in languid fashion back up to her clit, circling the sensitive nub with a maddening ease with the tip of his tongue.

"F-F-FUCK!" She begging, crying out softly as she reached down to pull his head flush against her. "Tease!"

He chuckled again, and this time his mouth sucked up her clit, finally torturing her with a relentless pace, and…and…Oh GOD…he started to purr as her pleased sounds got louder…

She exploded against his mouth, and she…she…felt a hot wash of liquid gush with her orgasm…which was new for her, as she convulsed with her ecstasy, nails digging desperately into his scalp as her thighs trembled around his face.

She swallowed uncontrollably for several seconds before she managed to lay flat, panting, and Adrien tapped her fingers gently, reminding her that she was still…death gripping him.

"S-Sorry!" She blinked, trying to relax her legs. That was…uh…powerful. It felt a little different. The purring made it…"Oh, my God!" She sat up so quickly she got dizzy, blushing. "Did I pee!?" It almost felt like she'd peed herself when she'd had her orgasm.

"Uh…" His face turned bright crimson, and her mortification hit like a ton of bricks.

"Oh, God!" She went to roll, and he grabbed her hips.

"N-no! I mean, no, you didn't!" He cleared his throat. "Sorry, I was a little, overwhelmed, I mean my senses were d-dazed," he whispered. "Y-You didn't pee, I swear."

"What w-was that then?" Her eyes widened. "I've never felt like I peed before."

"You uh…came."

"I always cum," she murmured.

Adrien shook his head. "You always orgasm, and yeah, there's fluid but…uh…you came like…I would cum…" His eyes glazed over. "It was so good, so sweet…bursting warm and thick and sticky on my tongue."

F-fuck…"Seriously? Like…semen?"

"Kind of, I think, but female cum," he whispered, still glazy eyed. "I want more," he said suddenly, face diving between her thighs before she could reply. His mouth latched firmly to her clit, and he wasted no time suckling desperately.

She fell back, spine curving, and she gasped, moaning, panting his name. "G-God, fuck…it's s-so sensitive…" She curled her legs over his shoulders, digging her heels into his back, and he groaned, the rumbling purr vibrating her feet…and it reached his mouth…shocking her sensitive nub…throwing her back over the edge…

"ADRIEN!" She screamed, eyes squeezing shut, and sure enough, that warm gush of fluid happened again…and she was sure it felt like peeing again as she desperately humped his face in her climax, his own nails clawing at her hips to fuck her back with his tongue and mouth.

When her brain found some semblance of function again, her tongue wasn't really working. "Pee?"

"Uh-uh," he groaned, smacking his lips together. "The tastiest cream ever, and I didn't know it was inside of you. Shame on me," he growled. "Dessert cream," he whispered. "I'm going to have dessert cream every morning," he whispered darkly. "Every night…until you beg me to stop torturing you with my mouth."

"Oh G-God…that won't happen."

"F-Fuck," he groaned, looking torn. "We c-can't be late…"

It didn't seem to take long when she was so sensitive…and he used his oh-so powerful purrs. She bit her lip, looking down at him. "One more?"

He smirked, licking his lips. She didn't need to ask twice.

***6:37***

They climbed out of the limo, and as he suspected, his father was already waiting, with Nathalie, and surprisingly, Luka, Lila, and Chloe.

"You're late," his father commented.

"Yes, father, however, we're still earlier enough," he pointed out. "We can choose to argue over the seven minute slip-up, and waste more time, or press on and be productive," he said dryly.

If he didn't know any better, he'd say his father's lips twitched in an almost smile. "You were right, Nathalie."

The woman, however, did smile. "Yes, sir."

Marinette leaned closer to him, and he curled his arm around her waist protectively, purposely avoiding looking at Luka. "Right about what, if I might ask?"

"She has been keeping me abreast with your more assertive behavior, and I dare say, I'm actually impressed with it, since you've managed to do it in a rather tactful and constructive way. Nathalie thinks it has a great deal to do with the beautiful Mari," he whispered softly. "Would you agree?"

Again, Adrien didn't really care for the way his father said her name, but he brushed it off. He thought about it, chewing it over in his mind. He wanted to be sure before he answered, but finally, he nodded. "Yes. She makes me feel more sure of myself, and I'm more confident because of it."

Gabriel nodded, smiling at his mate, and Adrien swallowed the threatening growl that bubbled up. "Well, well, Mari, I'd love to get to know you better then," he murmured, taking her hand and brushing his lips over her knuckles, and the blonde felt her shiver against him.

"O-Oh!" Her voice squeaked. "I'm sure there isn't much to know," she muttered.

"Humble, I like that," he nodded. "Shall we go in?"

Adrien crooked his elbow, and Marinette giggled, sliding her arm through, and he put his free hand over hers. "You look beautiful, by the way," he murmured. "In case I hadn't mentioned."

"I think you made it clear in other ways," she whispered, teasing.

He chuckled. "Still, you look beautiful."

"You look very sexy," she countered. "Mm, I wonder how soon we can get away tonight?"

"We're supposed to meet Bee," he whispered lower.

Her eyes widened with the reminder. "R-Right, crap."

"Is ma chérie letting her hormones get the best of her?" She grumbled something so low under her breath that not even he managed to catch it beside her. He leaned over, kissing her head as they followed his father towards their table.

They let the ladies take their seats before the men sat, and Adrien managed to score a seat between his two favorite women, grinning at Chloe. "You look wonderful," he offered genuinely, eyeing her crimson dress, even as his right hand curled around Marinette's fingers.

"I know," she teased, sticking her tongue at him. "You don't look bad yourself, Agreste."

"Well, now, from you? I take that as high praise." He took her hand and kissed her palm gently, making her blush. "Chloe Bourgeois would know good looking better than anyone."

"You're such a charmer," she scoffed, rolling her eyes, but he saw the smile and chuckled.

A server approached, and Gabriel ordered for the table before they retreated just as swiftly.

"You really do look beautiful," Mari chimed in, leaning forward a little to look at her.

Chloe blushed harder. "Thanks. You look lovely, too. Are we done?"

Lila scoffed. "Yeah, everyone looks great," she spat.

Adrien grit his teeth, shaking his head. "You five have polled highest overall during the tour so far," Gabriel commented, and Nathalie automatically handed him a piece of paper out of nowhere. The blonde sighed. Of course it wasn't just dinner. "Adrien is our top male model and Luka our second, and Marinette and Chloe tie for top female, with Lila as second."

He felt his mate shift by his side. Surprised? Probably, although, he wasn't. "When we do couplings, the ratings get a little more diverse, so we want the five of you to continue working closely together," he said firmly, staring at the data, and Adrien frowned. It wasn't uncommon to keep good pairs together, but seriously? Luka? "We want just you five to do a shoot tomorrow. Understood? Nathalie will have everything ready for you in the morning."

Almost everybody was nodding, but Adrien looked at Marinette. If she gave the word, he'd happily walk away. "Mari? How do you feel about that arrangement?"

Her hand squeezed his tighter, painfully, but she nodded. "You're there, so I'm good," she smiled, but he saw the tightness in her eyes, and he frowned, but sighed.

"Understood, father." He'd talk to her when they left.

"Good," he said curtly, giving the paperwork back to Nathalie. "Now, Mari," he said softly. "The new design work starts in a few days, but I was wondering if I could give you some ideas tonight to start on? It has all the deadline information with it, but if you feel like you can't do it between your work, and," his eyes flicked to Adrien before back to her, "other activities, then it can wait."

Adrien's gaze narrowed. What in the actual? She squeaked, and her nodding was excited. "Y-yes! I'd l-love that! I've been looking forward to starting the designs since the competition started," she breathed desperately, and Adrien couldn't help but chuckle. It was her true passion, not modeling.

His father even chuckled. "I was quite hoping you'd say that." Nathalie handed over a manila envelope, which Mari took in both hands with great reverence, licking her lips. She showed it to Adrien, as if he didn't see, and he smiled brightly, nodding encouragement.

"I'll l-look at these wh-when I get back!"

"Of course, enough work," Gabriel said, waving a hand. "I wanted to get to know my best models, and of course, catch up with my son and his lovely new girlfriend." He took a sip of his wine before setting the glass down. "Lila, is modeling a passion, or did you try it on a whim?"

"Both," she said softly, smiling. "I've always been in the spotlight, being a diplomat's daughter, and I've helped so many people, that I guess I thought I'd be good at it, and I thought it might be fun," she giggled. "I wasn't wrong!"

He nodded, his face politely interested, staring at Chloe. "My beautiful Chloe," he breathed, and Adrien frowned harder. What…was with…his father? That tone was…pissing him off. How dare he use that tone with his friend. "Of course you'd do well in modeling, and you were never shy to the spotlight either, right?"

She made a sound, and Adrien actually reached for her hand under the table. She took it, gratefully, without saying a word.

"Yes, I could finally put my attention mongering to good use," she countered easily, and she squeezed his hand tight.

Gabriel looked taken aback by her forward remark, and Adrien was stuck between cringing and snorting. "My, my," he whispered. "You certainly don't mince words, do you?"

"What's the point?" Her voice was bitter. "That's how people get hurt. Misunderstandings and secrets because you can't be straight forward."

Adrien looked at her and felt his anger rising again. Dammit. He would find out who hurt her if it killed him.

"Fair enough," Gabriel breathed. "Luka, is there a special woman in your life?"

Adrien clenched Chloe's hand so tightly without realizing it he made the blonde yelp, startling the entire table. He quickly released her, and threw her a silent look of apology, hoping she understood.

"S-sorry," she murmured, blinking. "Horrible cramp. Comes with the territory of being a woman I suppose." She pressed out the lie almost too easily, and Adrien hid his displeasure. How often did she lie to him to hide her pain? He hoped she didn't, but now he couldn't be so certain. He hadn't even known she was so serious over a guy.

"Luka," Gabriel said again.

"I have my eyes on a girl," he chuckled. "I'm not with anyone serious right now though, no."

It might have been his immediate imagination, but he could have sworn all three women stilled.

"I wouldn't wait too long to tell a girl how you feel. Adrien is lucky Mari was still around after waiting so long to tell her how he felt, apparently," Gabriel commented. "He said he finally got up the nerve to tell her how he felt, and he's lucky she was available with as special as she is. Rare women don't stay single long, Luka. You have to go out and claim what's yours, take a risk."

Adrien watched the musician's gaze flick towards him, and the blue-haired man smirked before looking back at his father. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you."

I swear to God, Luka, I will kill you.

His inner animal purred with delight at the thought of maiming something, curling up with smug satisfaction.

"How did you two meet, Adrien? When did you know she was the one?"

He frowned. "Well, I can't say our first encounter was the greatest. She thought I put gum on her chair, when in reality I was trying to scrape it off. She was livid."

Chloe snorted. "It was me, I did that. She thought Adrien and I had been in cahoots since we were friends."

He smiled. Cahoots? He chuckled, shaking his head. "Mari is a shy little thing a good portion of the time," he said lovingly, looking at her to confirm as she exploded with a bright blush. "However, there was nothing shy about the way she spoke with fire, accusing me of being a truly awful person." Well, she'd really just 'accused' him of being friends with Chloe, but her tone said everything.

"I'm sorry!"

He laughed, leaning over and gave her an almost chaste peck, lingering a moment longer before pulling back. "It's alright ma chérie, you changed your mind, didn't you?"

She giggled, nodding. "It was raining after school, and I was soaked, and he was the boy who was sorry, and sincere, and when I looked in his eyes I didn't see a single awful intent in his handsome eyes. All I saw was warmth and kindness…and tenderness and…he offered me his umbrella. That's when I knew I loved him," she whispered, cooing.

Adrien's eyes widened. "Right then?"

She jerked her head away, folding her hands on her lap, staring at the table. "H-How about you Lila, anyone special?"

Wow, she must have been really desperate to avoid his question to voluntarily involve Lila. "Nobody yet," she said softly. "I'm biding my time."

"It's good to wait too, to make sure you have the right person," Gabriel pointed out, and Chloe stiffened again, making him growl very low in his chest. He reached out to take her hand again, and she welcomed it. She wasn't enjoying the conversation, it made her hurt, and uncomfortable.

"How were the States, father," he blurted out firmly, trying to steer the conversation away from relationships for his friend's benefit.

"Oh," he sighed, shaking his head. "Sometimes I feel like I'll never get American humor," he commented, delving into a story Adrien really wasn't listening to. His senses were more focused on the woman to his left, relaxing as each of her muscles began to loosen, the tension easing.

***45 minutes later***

"I think you may have had enough," Adrien said softly, leaning closer to Chloe so the others wouldn't overhear. His father had gotten up to use the facilities, and the blonde was already on her sixth glass of wine. Plus, she'd had a mixed drink.

"I'm okay," she muttered, but he could hear the pitch in her voice and the undertone of her slur. He opened his mouth but closed it just as quickly. He would let it go, for now, so she wouldn't find humility in front of the others.

He sighed, keeping her hand in his, as he'd done through most of the evening to comfort her, and rubbed his face, exasperated, with the other.

After a moment, someone touched his thigh, edging closer to his cock, and he might have been confused, if A, Mari wasn't the one on that side, and B, he hadn't heard the slight hitch in her breath as she did so.

He reached down to grasp her wrist, to stop her as his arousal grew, but she laced their fingers together quickly, switching hands. She leaned her shoulder into his as an excuse to get closer, and giggled softly as he gasped when the fingers of her right hand brushed over his bulge.

"What do you think you're doing?" His voice was barely a whisper as his mouth touched her ear now that she was leaning flush against his side.

She snorted, turning her face to give his mouth a light peck, and nobody seemed to think much of their closeness. "Giving you a hard time," she breathed, her voice barely audible as she gave his cock a tight squeeze, and he had to fight not to growl a moan of pleasure.

F-Fuck. He tried to tug his hand free from Chloe so he could stop the bluenette, but it turned out to be a mistake, because he heard her gasp, which she expedited quickly into a cough…and two…and three.

"Excuse me, sorry," she said to the startled table. "So, Adrien, you got any plans for tonight?" She squeezed his hand tighter…not letting go, and he shot her a glance. She was…grinning wide. Seriously? She was going to be Mari's accomplice?

The bluenette started giggling wickedly, and he narrowed his eyes at the blonde he was currently staring at, but her smirk said it all. She knew he was barely in control, and she thought it was funny…and exciting…and she was helping her female friend torture him.

Adrien closed his eyes, trying to garner a deep breath, but he squirmed a little as Mari's fingers continued to play with him…squeezing firmly every now and again. "N-No," he said firmly. "Just going to bed when I-I-I!" He gasped loudly, eyes flying open, and he knew his cheeks were bright with exertion as the pleasure made his words higher pitched and unsteady. "Get home," he finished quickly as the rest of the group looked at him curiously.

The girls started giggling, but Mari didn't stop, and God, he was fucking close. He tugged on their hands, trapping his own, but their magical strength was enough to match his, and he didn't want to tug so hard to cause an even bigger scene.

Finally, Marinette pulled her hand free from his aching hardness, and he slumped, His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as he gulped for air, looking from Chloe to Marinette. He wasn't quite sure what to do about the blonde, but his girlfriend…she…could be punished. He tugged on his hands again, but the girls held fast.

"You okay, Adrien?" Lila sounded very concerned, but he licked his lips nodding.

"Just exhausted," he lied. "Too much work," he glowered at Marinette, who was smiling straight ahead, pointedly avoiding staring at him, but he caught movement near her lap, chancing a glance down. She was drumming her free fingers lightly against her thigh, then she pushed the skirt of her dress up slowly, parting her legs a little, and the model swallowed another growl. She wanted to be punished. That was his only conclusion for it.

"Maybe you're overworking yourself, Adrien," Nathalie said. "You look pale."

"Pale? I feel h-hot," he commented, not really letting any of the words sink in, because Mari pushed the skirt up enough to reveal her core…and…f-fuck…he could see her arousal glistening on her lips…and it hit his nose full force…and his eyes widened….with the realization she hadn't even put her panties back on after he'd taken them off earlier.

"You do look flush, but you look pale too," she offered. "You look like you don't feel well."

Mari turned to face him then, and she was wrestling her grin into a look of concern. "Do you not feel well?" She pouted. "I'd hate to think you were getting sick."

He growled under his breath as she leaned over and put her lips to his head. "Naughty Princesses get punished." Her entire body quivered, and his lips curled into a dark smile. Oh yes, he already had plenty of images in mind.

She cleared her throat loudly, finally released his captive hand, and he grabbed the back of her head forcefully, pulling her lips to his, kissing her far less chaste…not giving a shit if his father walked up and saw. He claimed her mouth until she was melting against his lips and her hands were sliding up his chest.

Somewhere along the way Chloe released his other hand, and he tugged her skirt back down to shield some of the maddening scent, but gripped her hip possessively before breaking free, breathless.

"Perhaps you two should remember where you are," Gabriel commented dryly, returning.

"Apologies father, it won't happen again," he bit out, staring into Mari's wide eyes before he pressed his lips to her ear. "It will be far worse for you Princess because I have to wait longer…Paris may take awhile," he whispered.

She squirmed, and he tasted a note of her excited fear on his tongue. Oh, yes, he wasn't going to go easy on her this time.

Author Notes:

Trying414, yes, Adrien is very naughty…but it looks like Mari might take the cake. -_-'

Kazaa2182, he's having a hard time losing the woman he desires…he may not take no…we'll see. O.o'

NazaKaos, I would certainly appreciate it if you checked it out. I'm trying to avoid getting a second full time job, but I'm not selling any books and we need the extra revenue. If I get a second job I'll definitely have to stop writing. Hope you enjoy.

Emjrabbitwolf, nah, no cycles in this story, just plain ole horny teen/men/female hormones at play. Plus…Chat's aggressive side (though Luka may have an animal side too…) Yes, of course they could go to HR…but they haven't yet.