Author's Note: LAST CHAPTER PEEPS. Fair warning: this chapter contains some raunchy content. I hope you enjoy!

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Marinette's First Day at Work:

"I'm feeling a bit like a life-sized Barbie at the moment." Adrien stated.

"Pffft," Marinette waved her hand at him in dismissal. "This is your job, kitty. Besides," she fastened a measuring tape around his bare chest. "I'd say you're more of a Ken doll."

He cringed. "That's not any better."

A moment of silence passed, Adrien's ears straining to hear the fading clack of heels in the hall.

"Are we alone?" Adrien whispered.

"I think so, why do you a-ah!" She shrieked, fending off his straying hands. "Hey! Hands off! I'm not done measuring!"

"Aww," he sighed, straightening up. "This isn't fair; you get to touch me but I-"

"Adrien," a firm voice broke in, making both of them stiffen. "Are you harassing the new employee?" Adrien's father stood at the entrance to the room, arms clasped behind his back.

"Of course not, Father," Adrien blubbered, burning red.

"Good. That would be rather despicable for you to give a bad impression on her first day."

"Yes, of course, Father," Adrien said again, a frown masking his features. Gabriel nodded at Marinette. "Carry on," he said. "You need those measurements as soon as possible to start your work."

Marinette nodded back at him, too embarrassed to speak.

A tense moment of silence passed as they listened to his footsteps fade.

"Oh my God," Adrien finally whispered. "That…that could have been bad."

"Because of you," Marinette sneered, a smile quickly replacing the expression. "And your inappropriately wandering hands..."

"That's not my fault!" Adrien exclaimed, hands fluttering by his face. "They do it automatically or something-"

She rolled her eyes, turning to write something down in her notebook.

"I need you to take off your belt," she said, still scribbling something with her back facing Adrien.

"What?" He shrieked, energy spiking in his veins.

"Take. Off. Your. Belt." Marinette repeated, slashing through something she'd written earlier in the notepad.

Adrien's brow furrowed for a moment; then: silence.

"Just the belt?" he asked, a smirk evident in his voice.

She whipped around, giving him the stink eye, only to find him stripping all too eagerly, fingers in the waistband of his jeans. "Just the belt!" She shrieked, hoping she wasn't overheard.

"I know, I know," he soothed her, dropping the belt to the floor. "But if you want the best hip measurement, the pants need to be off. That way there's less fabric in the way to throw off your measurement."

"That's…" true. Damn him… "No…" she muttered, face burning.

Her grimace turned into a frown, his cheery smile throwing her off. She frowned, approaching him with the measuring tape in hand. "You are way too happy," she noted.

He smiled wider, hands weighing his jeans down an inch.

Good god, she sucked in a breath. Do not look down, Marinette.

"Why are your eyes closed?" Adrien's voice interrupted. "Are you…trying not to look?" She could hear the smile in his voice.

Fuck you, Marinette thought. It's not my fault you look like freaking Adonis and can make any girl literally melt just by looking at them. With a shirt on nonetheless!

"Here, I'll guide you," she felt him take her hands, leading her forward until her knuckles were brushing his abdomen - his incredibly muscly abdomen that was dangerously close to –

She inhaled sharply, feeling the measuring tape slip out of her hands, Adrien having took it from her to wind it around his hips. He placed it back in her hands gently.

She stood frozen, contemplating her next move before he shifted slightly, making her stiffen.

"Wait what are you-" she started, hands trembling.

"Just getting a better measurement," he sang, sliding his jeans down a few inches.

God he had better not have taken his pants off, her feverish mind fumed.

"What's the measurement?" she asked, voice wavering.

"Oh," she could hear the arrogance in his voice. "You'll have to read it."

"Adrien," she growled, hands fisting around the tape. "You're not helping."

"I am helping you," he purred. "Just open your eyes, Purrincess."

For a second she considered punching him in the face, but then thought better of it. She'd probably lose her job…and her friend.

After an intense moment of contemplation, and three deep breaths, she opened her eyes to look into Adrien's. He was smiling softly, hands clasping her own.

"That wasn't so hard," he said, coy smile lighting his features.

"No," she said softly, eyes wide. "That was kind of a jerk move though." She muttered. He continued to smile at her slyly, eyes flickering downward sporadically as if to remind her of her occupation.

As if I'd forget, Marinette thought, internally eye rolling. She smirked, tightening her grip on the measuring tape around his hips. You asked for it kitty…

In one motion she tugged the tape closer to her, making Adrien stumble into her until they were chest to chest, her face pressed into his shoulder as he attempted to regain his balance.

"Hey!" he fidgeted, attempting to step back for modesty's sake but failing. Instantly a blush erupted on his face, every part of his body pressed flush against Marinette's.

"What are you doing?" he gasped, voice tickling her scalp. His body was shuddering against hers, but he couldn't back away.

"Exactly what you want," she muttered, lips an inch from his throat.

He blushed, hard, swallowing thickly, only for his Adam's apple to brush against her lips.

"W-why?" He stuttered, trying vainly to give himself some distance before something embarrassing made its presence known. Was this a dream?

"Because I need a very specific measurement," she smirked into his neck, lips closing around a soft spot. He choked, suppressing a moan. This was happening…

"Yeah, well…" he was having trouble making a sentence. "The tape's down there, so…" he trailed off roughly, squirming against her touch.

"I know," came her curt reply. Instantly her lips moved, beginning a trail down his chest.

Oh FUCK, Adrien thought. "Door," he said breathlessly, his last intelligible thought escaping.

She hummed in response, mouth busy. She tugged him with her until her back was to the door. Adrien fumbled with the lock, hands feeling clumsy.

Then she bit, eliciting a strangled groan from Adrien. "Marinette," he whined. "No marks, please," he begged. "Photo shoot tomorrow…"

She licked the wound, planting a soft kiss on top of it. "Sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be," he muttered, fighting his instinct to grab her and kiss her roughly.

Fuck, why not? He thought, body instantly folding so he was on his knees before her, hands on her face and mouth on her lips.

She pulled away, "Nah, ah," she said, planting a finger on his lips. "I'm not done yet."

He was about to protest but her lips silenced him, appeasing him momentarily before she resumed her trail of kisses.

God, he could melt into a puddle right there…

"Mmmm," she hummed, taking a breath to look him in the eye. She planted a soft kiss just above his waistline, lips hovering there for a moment. Her smile then turned wicked. "All done," she sang, standing up with the measuring tape in hand.

What, he thought, mind screeching to a halt. Done?

"I have work to do, Kitty," she said, seemingly reading his mind. "You do too," she looked down, pointedly at his rather pronounced erection.

"You could help me-" he started, trying to smile.

"Nope."

"Marinette," he whined.

"That's what you get for being a jerk," she smiled, opening the door for herself. "You get to jerk off yourself." She smiled, halfway out the door. "But oh," she turned back to his defeated form, crouching down to his level once more. "I'll just say this. It's a possibility. For the future, that is."

He smiled halfheartedly, watching her retreating form ruefully. A possibility? He thought. Well, there's hope at least…I can work with that...

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[Message from Kitten] Dinner tonight?

Marinette smirked, stealing a quick look at Adrien's fleeting form down the hallway. He winked at her, flashing his trademark meld-your-panties smile before slinking around a corner.

[Message from The Purrincess ＾・ω・＾] You're on.

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Author's Note: Aaaaaand I'm going to end it there (don't hate me please I need to live to see the next season). I sincerely hope you guys have enjoyed this story~ Thank you so much for sticking with it, and for all the kind words! Considering that this was supposed to remain on the airplane, you guys have truly pushed me beyond what I would do by myself, so thank you!

In case you guys are interested, I'm going to be posting another Miraculous universe story soon titled "Poison Candy." It's another AU but with a more dramatically different universe – this universe is a bit of a dystopia but Ladybug and Chat Noir will be in there (though they won't be our traditional super heroes). I'm actually pretty pumped for it (which means there is an actual plot skeleton so whoo!).

Anyway, thanks again to everyone who has gotten even one bit of joy out of this story. It means everything to me if I can make someone smile J Have awesome lives, all of you!