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It’s been almost a week since Marinette first had Adrien inside of her, and they haven’t repeated the incident since. Surprisingly, this hasn’t resulted in the world ending, and her anxiety-induced spiral from that afternoon—about ending up dependent on his dick—was all for nothing. There’s been a few other developments on the free use side of things too, so at least her life is slowly morphing into something resembling normal again. Firstly, Alya and her both did quite a lot of research on what exactly her powers were. They watched porn. Entirely too much of it in Tikki’s opinion, but it did produce some answers. Nothing the Kwami hadn’t already explained while sounding like a broken record, though. Apparently, she’d been right to call this thing free use. Granted, the related content was mostly focused on guys screwing whatever girl breathed the same air as them, so it wouldn’t be all that enticing as a concept if they didn’t already know how it actually worked.
However, her best friend in the whole wide world had gracefully explained that just because her mysteriously-acquired ability functioned on porn logic, they didn’t necessarily have to act like it all the time. That made logical sense, so they filed that information away and began running a couple more tests with Marinette’s powers. Nothing more than impromptu interviews towards their classmates and other people they felt semi-comfortable a few questions to. Barely anything came out of that entire endeavor, except for Chloe’s vehement insistence that she wouldn’t touch Marinette with a ten-meter pole. The blonde had spent twenty minutes repeating herself with so many synonyms and similar phrases that she’s pretty sure her vocabulary got expanded just from listening to that rant. Miss Bustier presented the only other anomaly, since their teacher blushed slightly, and politely shooed them away upon being asked if she minded seeing one of her students in the nude during school hours. Later, Alya agreed the woman wasn’t beating the gayness allegations anytime soon, and they really ought to find her a date one of these days.
If they were going to semi-responsibly screw around with hentai protagonist powers, then they should at least do her a favor for putting up with…a lot of front-desk lesbian sex. Like, enough for the poor woman to politely ask them to keep it down during her lectures…on multiple occasions each day. In their defense, it felt good! And nobody told them to actually stop going at it! Nino seemed perfectly happy that his girlfriend was having fun! On the more unfortunate side of things, Marinette had been lovingly bullied into wearing clothes again, because Alya was physically incapable of not staring at her bare chest every five minutes. It was incredibly distracting, and a huge temptation to drop whatever they were doing for some quick fun. Therefore, in the interest of actually getting some schoolwork done and functioning like mostly normal teenagers, nudity became a sweet bygone. Coincidentally, Adrien stopped randomly walking into things whenever she passed by. Kinda weird, but she wasn’t going to question that.
In other news, Alya had forcefully become Marinette’s built-in impulse control system. Which is to say, she resigned herself to it with a deep sigh and while denying that she was getting wet over the idea. Her best friend had actually come around to the whole sex-powers thing pretty quickly after confirming with certainty that it required consent to work. Three back-to-back sleepovers definitely helped with that, especially since they didn’t actually sleep very much. Coffee was as much a godsent as Tikki’s weird birthday presents. The amount of times the Kwami had teamed up with her against Marinette to enforce at least a little bit of common sense into her shenanigans over the course of less than a week was…well, the only reason she wasn’t too worried was because Tikki said this overreaction was entirely normal, and should go away fairly quickly. With Alya’s help, Hornynette had successfully been locked away in the closet, and she finally agreed that broaching the topic of family bonding with her parents in non-platonic context was a terrible idea. Ladybug had no such restrictions, and Chat Noir was all too happy to take advantage of her eagerness to be slammed into the nearest chimney whenever they were on patrol.
Now, Marinette wasn’t a person who got overexcited about things. Extremely anxious, downright paranoid, and frankly irrationally frightful? Yes, absolutely! But caught up in elation? Very, very rarely, if at all. Having Alya around to figuratively whack her upside the head whenever she got too turned-on from running around Paris in the nude over the last couple days has been…an experience, and resulted in the realization that she might just be an exhibitionist. The porn language research did actually pay off, come to think of it. And…yeah, okay, she’d have probably self-regulated decently enough even without her best friend there for moral support. Having Alya around actually helped her feel less anxious about coming on too strong. Not that she’s approached anybody except her and Adrien quite yet, but it’s part of the plan! She…probably needs to make said plan one of these days, and figure out what their goal even is, but that’s a conversation for when she’s back in her room and can freely speak with her Kwami.
Alya not being near her at the moment is actually preferrable, considering she’s making a really stupid decision in the name of romance. Even if far into the future, those three kids and a hamster won’t make themselves! She needs to be proactive about getting into Adrien’s heart, not just his pants. This is why Marinette Dupain-Cheng is currently trying out fencing helmets in the school locker room. The team has an open spot this year since one of their members graduated, and Mr. D’Argencourt was finally willing to recruit someone to fill it. She’d worn her stretchy sweatpants and a sports bra under her shirt just for this occasion! Adrien would be super impressed if she got in, and they’d be able to spend more time together! Plus, the thought of Ladybug turning out to be a saber-wielding badass was really cool! Chat could probably teach her some moves too, if this all went according to plan!
Marinette just needed to find a helmet that fit her, and not make a stain in her pants by thinking about Adrien and her kitty dueling for her hand in matrimony or something equally ridiculous. Even if that sounded pretty hot. And she should clean up all the helmets she just knocked over by paying more attention to her fantasies than the flimsy table they’d brought out to put them on. At least Tikki was encouraging her with a smile, and the one she’d caught on her shoe should be a perfect fit! Slightly pervy instincts born from her stupid sex-powers aside, everything was coming up Marinette!
Mr. D’Argencourt brought them out into the courtyard only a few minutes later, pretty much explaining what she already knew for the sake of anyone who might not. Or just because he liked giving speeches. Given that he allegedly was the descendant of a dark knight who once ruled France for a bit—even though Alya never found any historical evidence for her Ladyblog article on that Akuma—it could be practice for whenever he wouldn’t turn out an election as the least-voted candidate. She didn’t actually recognize any of the other newbies trying out, but at least the test was pretty easy. They were supposed to go up against a team member and practice their forms so Mr. D’Argencourt could observe and judge who should join them at the end of the session. They paired up, and she looked around for Adrien while following her opponent off to the side so they’d have enough space to practice.
“Seems like you’re searching for someone?” he asks her jovially, in a tone that reminds her a little too much of Chat Noir to be a coincidence. If he’s somehow managed to sneak his way here, or worse yet, a student at her school, then their secret identities would be completely blown! At least it wouldn’t be because of their genitals though, so that was something, all things considered.
“Yeah, I thought my friend was here. A boy this tall, blonde, nice, super handsome!” she gushes just the slightest bit, remembering how comfortable it felt to be in his lap a few days back. More specifically, riding him on the front desk while her pupils did their best to shift into heart eyes, but those were just details! Nothing to worry about at all! Tikki said that exaggerated expressions of affection were a pretty normal and very minor side effect of her new powers, so it shouldn’t be a problem at all! What was the pink anime background going to do? Give her a crisis in the next twenty minutes? Nah-uh! She was here to impress her crush, and hopefully figure out how to swordfight with a yoyo in her off-hand!
Her opponent quickly removes his mask, and out comes Adrien Agreste with a sweet, wide smile, as if she’s made his entire day by being a simp! Marinette may or may not have yelped hard enough to almost trip over herself. “Thanks for the compliments! I didn’t know you were into fencing,” he comments absentmindedly, clearly happy to be around her and actually keeping his eyes on her face, unlike a certain other friend who couldn’t stop staring at her boobs. And okay, having them out and about was clearly the problem for Alya, but one of them needed to be conscious enough to stop her from making extremely stupid decisions for the sake of horny, and Marinette was not to be trusted with that responsibility!
“Adrien!” she exclaims as if in recognition, trying to mask the fact that her heart nearly jumped out of her chest at seeing him. “Nice to fencing! I’m totally into you!” comes the word salad, prompting her to go beet-red and speedrun correcting herself before her social life can come to a grinding halt. “Err…I mean, nice to see you! Yeah, I’m totally into fencing!” she smiles awkwardly, going for a handshake and pulling her hand back to avoid further embarrassment. Gosh, she’s such a mess, even with the normality-bending ability to make people shrug her weirdness off.
He just chuckles under his breath, still smiling warmly at her. For once since her birthday, Marinette feels butterflies in her stomach instead of a different sensation on the lower parts of her body. Well, at least her romantic feelings survived the week-long catastrophe that was Alya’s experimenting with her mysteriously-acquired abilities. Yeah, she was never telling the brunette that she’s Ladybug. That would probably break her poor brain even more than the hentai bullshit ever could. Mr. D’Argencourt calls for them to get into position again, and Marinette only stares a little dumbly, trying to remember what she’s supposed to do next. Adrien almost doubles over at the derpy look on her face, but thankfully helps her pull the helmet visor back down and walks her through the first couple moves.
Having his hands on her body and actively positioning her around while explaining the proper fencing stance is eerily similar to how Chat does it when they’re screwing on one of their rooftop spots around Paris, but he’s a lot gentler. Mostly because this involves an educational lesson about a sport Adrien is interested in, and not a horny cat boy who has been given permission to pound her into next week as they sit around under the stars and she mindlessly chatters about all the weird, horny shenanigans she got up to since the last time they hung out. Not that Chat always fucks her or anything; he’s actually been much more sporadic with free use than Ladybug ever expected. But when she teases him enough to get him to crack and ask for her, it’s the best kind of pleasure to zone out to.
Oh, shoot. Adrien was telling her something! “Perfect! Now put your saber forward, like this,” he instructs her in a soft tone after explaining the opening stance before, and she instinctively does exactly as she’s told, much to his visible joy. He does still correct her posture again, which really doesn’t help keep Hornynette contained. It’s manageable though, and if she really needs to get it out of her system, then it’ll be good practice for her anxiety to just ask him once the tryouts are done. Mr. D’Argencourt calls for them to actually get started, and fencing turns out to be pretty easy!
This is probably her Ladybug experience taking the reins, but dodge, sidestep, stab is truly far from the hardest thing she’s ever done. Adrien’s Ill-timed encouragement to touch him is frankly more difficult to surpass, but he obviously meant with the sword and not her hands! Her brain is just deciding to view the world very selectively over the past couple days. She wonders why… Jabbing her blunted sword tip at his chest earns Marinette a point, and their instructor seems pleased enough while announcing it. They go again, and Adrien seems to be having fun while messing around with her. Their swords move lightning-fast, and it’s actually really thrilling! She honestly couldn’t keep the smile off her face if she tried!
With a decently-executed string of attack, parry, riposte and counter-attack, she earns herself another point. Their score is Ladybug at two, pretty blonde she wants to kiss at zero! Not that she really understood why it was her point, but Adrien insisted. “I don’t get it. You hit me first,” she says, pulling up her visor to look him in the eye and pause their match for a second. Unlike the simplicity of kicking Akuma ass, this doesn’t really make all that much sense to her. She’d studied the rules all weekend, but it’s still a little confusing.
“With saber fencing, the attacker doesn’t necessarily win the point. You took the initiative, so the rules say you had priority. I could only parry or riposte, so I lose,” the blonde explains helpfully, very much excited to be chattering about it. She feels a little bad for winning two rounds so easily; Adrien is going up against a superheroine with months of experience parkouring across city blocks, dodging a frankly ridiculous arsenal of magical weapons, and dealing with all sorts of villains! She still hasn’t entirely forgiven Mylene’s dad for the fucking rocket launcher, for example. Even for a civilian as perfect and amazing as him, he’s still at a pretty huge disadvantage.
And just like with those battles, things happen way too fast for her to really keep track of. She’s been running on instinct—which serves her as well as always—but it still miffs her a little. “Everything’s happening so fast; I mean, how can you know who won the point?” Marinette asks again, still curious about whatever secret technique professional fencers were using to somehow figure out the victor in such a short timeframe.
Adrien shakes his head fondly, shrugging the question off. “We don’t always know for sure. That’s why we can also abstain,” he explains kindly, pulling his mask back down. “Shall we continue?” he asks cheerily, pointing his saber at her and clearly happy to keep sparring for the rest of the hour. Not that she wasn’t also over the moon, but any extra fighting knowledge would’ve been useful for Ladybug…
Just then, a voice rings out from the other side of the courtyard. “Hey you! Are you Mr. D’Argencourt, the fencing master?” someone calls out challengingly, as if daring to doubt the title. Marinette turns her head to see a fencer clad in an all-red uniform, brandishing his saber threateningly and with clear confidence in his superiority. “I want to join your team,” the newcomer announces brazenly, instead of just politely asking like a normal person. Given the sheer degree of dramatics their instructor is infamous for though, that might actually work in his favor. It’s a pretty impressive introduction at least, and that’s coming for a girl who does superhero landings every few days!
“Only the best are admitted here, you knave!” the man chides with a cautious tone. The rest of the practice matches all pause as everyone gathers around them, watching the spectacle in clear interest. Even Adrien’s attention is fully overtaken, seeing someone be so brazen all for a position in the fencing class. The newcomer simply responds that he was the best, everywhere he went. Mr. D’Argencourt makes a sound Marinette thinks is fencing-speak for bullshit, but does lower his blade. “This whippersnapper has some nerve! Alright, I may consider your admission, shall you defeat one of my students!” the instructor relents, still mentally stuck in the Middle Ages as usual.
The red fencer proceeds to pull a move truly worthy of Chat Noir’s recklessness, and demands to fight only the best combatant. The other students all step aside to reveal Adrien, which is to be expected since he’s perfect at everything he does. The only reason she’s been beating him thus far is because the blonde is clearly going easy on her. Oh, and the superpowers from her magical earrings. The ones not related to copious amounts of lesbian fun with Alya, that is. Both fencers get hooked up to a cable at their back, which she remembers is supposed to help detect hits on the body where simple eyes might fail. The red one proceeds to pull an opening move straight out an anime, just to flex. Oh, it’s so over…he’s clearly better than everyone else!
For two rounds, both of them seem to be evenly matched, practically mirroring each other in skill level. It’d be impressive if not for her wanting Adrien to win this, just so she could have that chance to join the team after all. Their indicators light up at the exact same time, and even Mr. D’Argencourt is forced to abstain the second score, not knowing who it belongs to. Just as they’re about to go again, the red fencer lifts his sword towards the instructor. “Wait! I request that we do it the old-fashioned way. We’ll be much more at ease without the machine,” the insist rather vehemently, but Adrien agrees without issue. She’s seeing skilled swordsmen at work here, even if they are both still students.
One free from the constrictions of the cable, the newcomer immediately backflips twice in a row before settling back into an opening stance. Welp! There go her chances of making the team! Even if he loses now, it’s immediately clear that neither she nor any of the other applicants can even compare. And she’s literally a superheroine! The red fencer is incredibly aggressive from the moment the match is called to begin, pushing Adrien on the defense and even backing him against one of the support pillars for the second-floor walkway! They both move faster than her eyes can really see, in a flurry of clings and backsteps easily rivaling her and Chat Noir’s speed. Hell, he’s got Adrien fighting while on the staircase!
And then, Marinette thinks she might need to get her eyes checked. Because a non-superpowered human just wall-kicked and backflipped over the blonde, landing onto the second story and immediately trying to jab at him again. The entire fencing team gathers at the very bottom of the staircase, and she now can’t see a thing. Curse her shortness! Marinette bolts to the other side of the staircase to try and catch a glimpse as Mr. D’Argencourt genuinely gets trampled in the students’ excitement, rushing upwards and reaching them just as Adrien tosses the red fencer right through the library doors. Within seconds, they’ve already wrecked as much shop as the average Akuma attack does in thrice the time, and are clashing blades like it’s a matter of life or death. Everything is a total blur for her…until suddenly, they both jab each other at the exact same time!
“Who got the first hit? Who?” the red fencer demands of her, sounding absolutely furious at the mere thought of losing the match. Mr. D’Argencourt reaches up at her, having crawled over after getting annihilated by the book trolley they both sent flying into the corridor.
Marinette doesn’t have the faintest fucking clue which one of them won. Completely genuinely, Ladybug herself simply didn’t have the proper reflexes nor fast enough eye movement to make a judgement…and yet, twenty-something people were hanging off every little noise of anxiety coming out of her mouth. “I don’t know! I think…it was…Adrien?” she hazards a hesitant guess, given that abstaining would probably be the worst thing she can do right now. Really, it just comes out completely on instinct, but evidently the red fencer doesn’t like that answer very much.
Mr. D’Argencourt takes that moment to boast about how great a victory this is for his academy, which is a frankly wonderful way to make sure Ladybug has an Akumatized villain on her hands in the next five minutes or so. Really, she ought to thank the man profusely for that! But first, getting over her nerves. The red fencer shakes Adrien’s hand and respectfully bows out of the room, clearly tense, and the blonde approaches her with a half-hearted smile. He’s similarly unsure as to her statement, despite their instructor’s proclamation that the referee has the last word.
Like the kind, sweet and fair soul that he is, Adrien promptly books it after his opponent to offer a decisive rematch! Marinette forces herself to shove down the sudden heat between her legs at the determined expression on his face, taking a deep breath to calm down before running after him. She’s well-aware and only a little self-conscious about her ability to simply ask him to help her take care of…those feelings, but right now isn’t the time. She watches from the staircase as he picks up the other fencer’s saber, impressed that they’d managed to stab it through solid concrete as they were leaving. Her not-yet boyfriend—because Marinette felt like she would still explode if he ended up turning her down—finally runs out of the school…and by the time she catches up enough to get a glimpse of the red fencer taking off their mask, the bisexuality crisis slams into her backside with the force of a horny Chat Noir!
Marinette practically doubles over right then and there as the pink anime background returns with a vengeance, combined with artistic slow motion of the girl under the helmet slowly shaking her head to let her hair breathe again. It’d be terrific if she could get some oxygen for herself right now, but the universe seemed determined to prove she was a complete disaster. All she’s able to do is gape like a fish out of water at the ridiculously pretty girl as she firmly declines Adrien’s offer, letting out a wheeze of pure bisexual suffering. If the sex with Alya hadn’t been so good, she’d curse it for teaching her exactly how much more amazing girls were than she previously thought! Marinette’s legs were suddenly wobbling like jelly, but she couldn’t let her go without at least an introduction!
Her thighs were already soaked, courtesy of her decision to never wear underwear again unless the situation actually called for it…and yet, the blue-haired girl presses forward, running on arousal and enough faintly-formed fantasies about the red fencer’s athleticism to damp the very sun. Barely, just barely, she manages an awkward smile while both the pretty girl and Adrien look at her in varying degrees of concern. Now all Marinette had to do was remember her training with Alya. She could shelve the debilitating part of her crippling attraction to girls for later; first came a simple hello. “H-hi! I’m Marinette! Nice to use—I mean, nice to meet you!” she exclaims in a too-loud tone, trying to go for a handshake and somehow moving her leg instead…resulting in her tripping down the school’s front steps, and ending up with her face firmly planted…directly on the fencer girl’s boobs. In short…the anime boss fight apparently extended to romance tropes, and she was clearly having a skill issue.