WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT AND GRAPHIC CONVERSATIONS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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     She was sore.

There definitely was some soreness between her legs. She didn't want to open her eyes and she certainly didn't want to get up.
Her responsibilities already nagged away at her mind.

Louis needs to eat.

   He needs to be bathed.

      Is he okay?

        Is he watching Tv?

What time was it?
  
   Did Adrien leave yet?

     How long was she asleep for?

       She needed to see her parents. She promised them. Louis asked for them.
    She needed to get up.

Marinette struggled to get herself out of sleeping, but it was a lot more difficult since she did have quite a few orgasms the night before.

With her face buried into the pillows, Marinette searched the space beside her with her hand. Her hand wandered across the bedsheets as she hoped to find someone there. She half expected Adrien to grab her hand and place a gentle kiss to her knuckles the way he always did.

   But....there was no one. The bed was empty.
She groaned, her hand slowly retracting back to under her pillow.

"Marinette?" Tikki asked, poking her head in. "Are you alright?" The kwami asked, allowing herself inside.

Marinette simply hummed.
"Yeah...I was hoping to catch Adrien before he left to work..." the blunette yawned before propping herself up on her elbows. She rolled over and clutched the blanket over her chest as she was still naked.
    She placed her hand over her eyes and sighed. She tried to deny the ache between her legs, as she had a lot to do today.

   "Maybe he didn't want to wake you up!" Tikki, suggested sitting on the space beside Marinette's head.

"Always the gentleman right?" Marinette chuckled before she slowly sat up.
A kind gentleman who roughly mounted her the night before and almost left her oversleep the next day with an undeniable ache of their rendezvous.
It was so like him.

"Guess I should grab another shower."

    
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   "I don't know why you hate this job so much! This food is amazing! Buffets that go on forever is a dream come true!" Plagg exclaimed as he popped a rather large piece of cheese in his mouth.

   Adrien rolled his eyes, used to his Kwamis quirky antics.

"Yeah...well when you can't exactly eat everything on the table there's no fun in it." Adrien muttered, reaching out to poke his Kwami's belly. "And not all of us are bottomless pits. Now hurry up and hide before someone sees you..."

The last thing Adrien wanted was to have had his kwami eat half of the buffet, and then be blamed for it.
Technically he wasn't supposed to be around the buffet table let alone eat from it.

Adrien was on a strict diet, he had to be a certain size to fit most of his father's clothes, as well as the designs of other people who worked with him.

Of course Adrien veered off of them often. He didn't care too much for dieting. When he was around Marinette all he wanted to do was eat.
She made amazing pastries, and made spaghetti without the olives! He didn't care about his appearance when he was around her.

He could wake up with drool pooling out from the edges of his lips, and still felt like a million bucks when he was around her.
   With the sales of the Agreste's fashion line skyrocketing the way it did, it was becoming increasingly hard to sneak food in every now and again.

   It was hard to keep track of who his father hired and fired over the last two years, but Adrien was fond of one in particular.

Camille.
Camille was a nice woman who ran the sets and photoshoots. It was probably the first time he liked someone his father hired so much.

Although she was an older lady, Adrien couldn't help but to feel leveled with her. She seemed so down to earth and was incredibly nurturing. She was like a mother to him. It was nice to have a bit of warmth in the work atmosphere, Camille kept him sane enough until he could go home to his fiance and child.
     Plagg flew into the collar of Adrien's shirt, and the blonde turned quickly to make way towards his dressing room.

   "Adrien!" A voice called out to him.

Speaking of the devil.

Adrien smiled brightly, his eyes meeting with her dark brown eyes as she approached him.
   "What are you doing here? Everyone is set up and waiting for you" Camille murmured, grabbing his arm and ushering him to the dressing room.

Adrien, who was not eager enough for her enthusiasm, accidentally tripped over his own feet but quickly regained his balance.

   "You have quite a bit of outfits they want you to pose for. Lastly its a swimsuit...you'll have another model who will pose with you." Camille laid out flatly.

"Perfect" Adrien deadpanned, just wanting to get the day over with. He wasn't sure how he felt about posing half naked with a stranger.

   "So..." Camille paused as she looked back at him. "I really hope you had a tasty meal last night. You know they're going to starve you today." She sighed.

Adrien paused.

A meal? His cheeks flushed as his mind wandered over to the darkest crevices of his spotless mind.
    Flashbacks of the night before flooded his mind and out of all places!
    He still saw himself, his face buried between Marinette's legs as he hungrily lapped at her core with a careless finesse.

    "Yeah....definitely had something tasty last night." He grinned.

Camille didn't seem to catch the reference as she took it simply.
"Good. Now get changed. You will do these solo and someone will be in to give you the rest of the accessories."

    Adrien hummed in acknowledgment and passed by her, taking the initiative and hiding away in his dressing room.
  
    Adrien was almost sure he could hear plaggs eyes roll through his shirt
The creature poked his head out of his collar and floated to the stack of towels sitting by his vanity.
   Adrien went through the hangers of clothing, his frown deepening as he went through the racks.
He couldn't imagine anyone wearing anything like this in day to day life. A lot of the fabrics were too abrasive or itchy. Half of the time he wondered if people just made these things to present on the cat walk or magazines and then just scrapped them afterwards.
   A lot of the shirts were small, and Adrien felt his heart plummet.
"These shirts aren't going to fit me..." he pondered. "I haven't been starving myself lately." Adrien looked back at Plagg.

"My meals are warm now, and I'm not eating alone..." Adrien continued, picking a few pieces of clothing off their racks.
   "Louis loves to share, so I can't really deny him when he offers me a bite of his dinner. I think it makes it more fun for him. Plus, the face he makes when I tell him no..." Adrien looked back to Plagg for confirmation. "You know the face!"

Plagg rolled his eyes, listening to Adrien laugh at the remembrance of his son's face.

"I know the face all too well..." Plagg mumbled, looking away. A small smile crept on to the little kwamis face as he had grown a soft spot for the little one.

    Adrien sighed, reaching the last rack. He pulled the hanger to look at the tight swimming trunks that hung off the plastic.

"Great..." he muttered, picking at the fabric with his fingers. "These...look like tight underwear. Can these get any tighter?"

Plagg poked his head up to look at the item.

"You think everyone can see my dick in these..." Adrien grumbled.

The kwami snorted. "You're right. I suppose that's just for Marinette to see?"

Adrien shot a hard glare at his kwami.
    "I'm saying... that there's no point in wearing clothes, if you're just going to wear clothes that will reveal you anyway. I'm better off doing porn. Getting paid to be naked and sexualized in front of a camera..."

Is that what modeling was about? Was nude modeling a thing?
  
   "You think there's more money in that?" Plagg teased. "You'll get to eat as much as you like. I hear people don't care if porn stars are heavy."

Adrien bit his lip. He placed the swimsuit-- underwear back on the rack. He removed his shirt and immediately began to change. "Well...porn is acting, isn't it?" Adrien pondered.  "Acting and modeling kind of go hand in hand..."

Plagg immediately perked up, his eyes widening in horror.
"What? You're not really considering going into that industry are you?"

Adrien chuckled at his kwamis reaction.

"No. Of course not. It seems a bit too exotic for my taste. I don't like being naked in front of a camera---" he looked back at Plagg briefly before sliding on one of the itchy shirts the crew had prepared for him. "--Even though I'll be basically naked at the end of this photoshoot...and with a stranger.--" PORN!
    "Plus....Marinette would completely castrate me. My dad would kill me...and strangers will see me....having sex or getting a blow job. That stuff is personal to me."

Plagg rolled his eyes, groaning as he buried himself into the towels. Adrien barely got his pants on when he heard a knock on the door.

"Adrien...hair and makeup is here to see you-" Camille's muffled voice emanated from behind the door.

"Alright!" Adrien exclaimed, hopping into his pants. "Give me a few minutes!" His eyes turned to glance at his kwami, urging him to stay hidden.

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   "Mama! Ahhh!!!" Louis exclaimed, pushing his spoon of rice into Marinette's cheek.
    Marinette kept well on her promise

After a shared shower with Louis, Marinette was dressed and was on her way to her parents.

Correction: the gorilla man was outside parked and waiting to give her and her toddler a lift.

Of course her parents had prepared food for her and the little one. It was as if they knew little Louis was a black hole. He ate everything and anything, but of course he didn't do so without sharing.

Marinette had shown her parents a few drafted out seating arrangements for her wedding. She had no idea what she was doing. She wanted her parent's advice but couldn't really say much with Louis jamming a spoonful of rice into her mouth.
   Marinette graciously accepted his food offering, but she really just wanted Louis to eat.

"Make sure you eat some of it too." Marinette murmured, running her hand through his hair. "Mommy's full."
    Louis nodded, scooping up a spoon of rice and eating some before he was off to find someone else to share his food with.

"Tikki! Tikki!" Louis exclaimed, grabbing his bowl and looking around.
Marinette tensed, along with Tikki inside of her sweater pocket. She looked up at her mother who then in turn looked at Louis with a perked brow.

"Tikki?" Sabine asked, turning her head to look at Tom who seemed just as clueless as she was.
"Whose Tikki?"

Marinette widened her eyes and adjusted her position.
"Erm...Tikki...is his imaginary friend!" She chuckled nervously. "They play all the time...I guess his friend didn't show up today." Marinette whipped her head back to Louis.

"Louis..." Marinette urged, grabbing the little blonde's attention.
Louis looked back at his mom with wide blue eyes.

"Why don't you sit down and eat, honey. If you behave we can visit daddy at work."

Louis smiled, his heart racing at the thought of going "bye bye"and seeing his father.

"Okay mommy. I be good" he grinned, sitting down and picking at his food.

Marinette sighed, looking back at her parents. She wasn't sure about visiting Adrien that day [if it were allowed] but she had the intention to at one point, whenever she had time.
But for right now she was grateful she had bought some time. The last thing she wanted was for her parents to snoop around, investigating her double life after hearing about Tikki.

    "So...back to the drawing board." Marinette intejecting, attempting to change the subject almost immediately.
   
    "I didn't know...where to seat everyone. Am I having a traditional Chinese wedding? A modern Chinese wedding? Just a traditional French Wedding? I need to find a dress..." She leaned over and pressed her fingers to her temple.

Marinette paused as her mother reached over and grabbed her hand. Her thumb circled around the diamond that sparkled on her left hand.

"Sweetheart, relax." Her mother whispered. "Its going to be fine. When you get the chance, bring Adrien here and we can discuss plans that are in the best interest for both families. But do what you both want to do. We want our bride and groom to be happy."

Marinette listened to her mothers words and sighed.
   "You're right..." her eyes drifted off to a random magazine that sat on the kitchen table.
Much to her irony the front cover had a nice photo of her future husband.
"We've been laying it low for now...the press has been going nuts with our engagement. We didn't want Adrien to be hounded by fans, and I didn't want to be hounded by paparazzi. Its become extremely difficult. His body guard has been picking me up and taking me everywhere until we can get things figured out..." the blunettes voice trailed off slightly.

"I assume..." her father interjected, grabbing his daughter's other hand.
"This is life that comes in the fast lane...when you're one of Paris' top lead designers...and not just Adrien's future wife..."

Marinette looked at her father, chuckling slightly at his choice of words. Her eyes soon veered off to look down at the magazine on the table, wondering who else had a copy and admired her husband the way she did.

    And someone certainly did.
Someone who Marinette was all too familiar with...

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    Adrien wobbled back into his dressing room.
   Modeling may not have seemed  like a lot of work from the outside, but it definitely was more than what it appeared. He shut the door behind him and started to hop into his next suit.
   His neck hurt, and his eyes burned from the bright lights and the bright backdrops. His stomach was growling and Adrien figured that if he finished early he could go home and bother Marinette.
   It has been several hours, and he missed his family like hell. He picked the last piece of clothing on the rack and groaned.
It was the swimsuit underwear again.
    "Oh...great, its that time already?" The model grimaced. He looked back at Plagg who simply shrugged.

    Adrien contemplated shedding his underwear, it would fit a bit awkward if he kept his boxer shorts underneath, and the sight of it would look incredibly ghastly. Adrien knew he had a robe somewhere, if anything he knew he could just put it on and go.

And with that, Adrien tugged his underwear off his hips and slid them down his legs.
    He picked them up and hung them over the rack.
He grabbed the swuimsuit with a grimace.

They looked so tight.
Adrien nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard a knock at the door.

"Adrien!" Camille called out once more.

Adrien flushed deeply.
"I-I-I'm not ready yet!" He stuttered.

"I know-" Camille interjected.
"I'm just letting you know. Someone requested to see you. A cute girl in pigtails."

Adrien perked at the last bit.
He had a visitor?
A cute girl in pigtails? He knew a cute girl in pigtails. He felt his heart leap out of his chest and he bubbled with so much excitement that he nearly ran out of his dressing room naked.
Adrien struggled to put on his swimsuit, wincing as he felt his junk press up against his body. He's heard  from other fans that he's had a tight ass, but its not like he wanted thousands of photos of it being displayed on the front cover of the magazine for the world to see.

Adrien pulled on his robe and tied it on.
The model nearly bolted out of his room, his eyes searching for the cute girl in pigtails.

He found the girl in pigtails...
      But it wasn't his girl.
In fact, Adrien knew the girl, and the last he was concerned he wasn't fond of this girl either.

Adrien nearly spun on his heels and began to walk back to his dressing room with a soul of dissapointment.

"Adrien-- Wait!" Lila exclaimed as he spun the moment he saw her.

"Hey-Adrien!!" She called out again, running out to him and catching him before he could escape.

"Its me!!" She breathed, wrapping her arms around him. "Lila! Don't you remember me?" She asked, pulling back.

Adrien sighed, he offered her a weak smile and nodded.
   "Yeah...I remember you..." his voice trailed off as he looked around awkwardly. She really was the last person he expected to see. "I...erm...think the real question is why you're here..."

Lila rolled her eyes at his comment and she pulled back.
"I'm surprised no one told you."  She carefully opened her Sarong, revealing her milky tan breasts in an orange bikini.

She was such an unpleasantly erotic sight, it almost made Adrien blush with embarassment.

   "I'm your model partner for today..." she replied, guiding his hand to her waist. The girl pressed herself against him, her fingers lightly teasing the tie on his robe. "Better suit up for the camera...we are going to be on every cover of every magazine...."

Adrien groaned, his heart racing. He was worried about having to be sexually wrapped around a stranger in his swimsuit underwear when all along he had to be worried about being sexually entangled around Lila in front of a camera.

Can this day get any worse?

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A/N: I see y'all doubting Marinette in that last chapter!!