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Miss Match	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 11297 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous or its characters. I made no money from writing this story. I think Ladybug has one of the finest butts in all of cartoondom...Sorry, went a little overboard on the disclosures, there.

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Miss Match
by George Glass
Summary: Mousy transfer student Babette is secretly Miss Match, Collège Françoise Dupont’s resident romance blogger and busybody. When Hawk Moth akumatizes her, stopping her will require Ladybug and Cat Noir to work together more closely than ever before.
***
“Now,” Ms. Mendeleiev said, “I want you all to finish reading chapter 12 by tomorrow, when we’ll be discussing exothermic reactions. Class dismissed.”
The students all filed out the classroom door, chatting amongst themselves. There were kids from other classes in the hallway, too, and Marinette smiled a little when she saw Aurore rush up to Kim and take his hand.
Alya sidled up to Marinette. “Jeez,” she said quietly. “Those two just got together last weekend, and they’re already going totally overboard with the PDA.”
Slant-haired, bespectacled Max, overhearing this as he passed, said in a low voice, “Talk about your exothermic reactions.” Marinette and Alya chuckled.
Suddenly, every student’s cell phone sounded and lit up with the symbol of a pink heart. Almost everyone stopped in their tracks; some students groaned, while others looked excited.
“Oh, no,” Ivan moaned. “Not this again. How does this girl even have all our numbers?”
“Well, I want to hear what she has to say,” Rose said, pushing a button to play the audio message.
“Hello, lovebirds, Miss Match here,” said an electronically disguised female voice, “with some much-needed romantic advice. Aurore and Kim, stop kidding yourselves; you two go together like a bathtub and a toaster. I give it two weeks—less, if you manage to figure out that Aurore should be with Jean Duparc, and that Kim belongs with Sabrina.”
The redheaded Sabrina, who had been walking with Chloé, blushed as Kim turned to look at her.
“This is so embarrassing,” Sabrina moaned, putting her face in her hands. “Why does Miss Match have to be such a busybody?”
Chloé snorted. “Whoever she is, she must be the loneliest, most pathetic girl in school.”
“Seriously,” Kim added with substantial annoyance. “Chick should mind her own business.”
Marinette glimpsed a girl in a heavy green turtleneck hurrying down the hall. Babette was a mid-year transfer student and hadn’t yet made very many friends—maybe none at all, from what Marinette could tell. The girl wasn’t much of a talker, and it didn’t seem like anyone had gotten to know her. Not that Marinette had made much effort herself; between schoolwork, being class representative, and her responsibilities as Ladybug, she didn’t have a lot of time to make new friends. But maybe, she thought, she should make the time.
***
Babette restrained herself from breaking into a full run as she hustled down the hallway, fearing that doing so might give her away. It was lunch period now, but instead of heading to the cafeteria, she ducked into the library and hid in the study carrel farthest from the door.
Switching schools in the middle of the year was the last thing Babette could have wanted. But her father had been laid off from his old job in Lyon and moved the family to Paris for his new one, so Babette had been given no choice in the matter.
Since starting at Dupont, Babette had learned everything she could about her fellow students, hoping that knowing more about them would help her make friends. But it turned out that all of that knowledge didn’t make it any easier for Babette to overcome her painful shyness around her new peers. The only way she could make herself talk to them was through her secret messages as Miss Match, and even then, she kept screwing up. Why did she let herself get so out of control when she made those recordings?
She knew why: There were many obviously good matches among the kids at Dupont, but almost none of her classmates seemed to have the first clue about who they belonged with. Babette had developed a system that took into account dozens of variables: likes, dislikes, birth order, astrological sign, every possible detail that could affect one person’s compatibility with another. But few of her classmates seemed to perceive or appreciate these subtleties at all. It was clear to Babette that although Kim and Aurore were only twenty-seven percent compatible, Aurore couldn’t see past Kim’s athletic build and swagger any more than Kim could look beyond Aurore’s fine-featured face and bubble butt.
Babette took out her tablet and stylus to make notes for her next broadcast. Maybe, when Kim and Aurore’s inevitable breakup came, people would start taking Miss Match more seriously.
***
“Ah, lonely and angry,” Hawk Moth said as his huge, circular window irised open, letting him gaze out over the streets of Paris while his white butterflies hovered in a cloud around him. “A promising beginning. With a bit of my power, this aspiring matchmaker could be more than a match for Ladybug and Cat Noir.”
The masked man caught one of the white butterflies between his hands. Black energy swirled around it, and Hawk Moth set the now black-and-luminescent-blue butterfly free. He watched it flutter out the small opening in the center of the window.
“Fly away, my little akuma, and evilize her!”
***
Babette was still moping in the library when a butterfly flew in through the window and landed on her pink stylus, making it shimmer black. The skin around Babette’s eyes turned red, and she heard a man’s voice in her head.
“Greetings, Miss Match; my name is Hawk Moth. You want to help your classmates find happiness, but they refuse to heed your advice. I can give you the power to make them do what you know is best for them—but you must do something for me in return.”
With a sinister smile, Babette said, “Name it.”
***
Adrien was walking down the hall with Nino when the headphone-wearing teen suddenly stopped in his tracks, put a hand on Adrien’s shoulder, and pointed at something ahead of them.
“Is that…Babette?”
Adrien watched in disbelief as the normally mousy girl walked toward them. Instead of her usual heavy turtleneck, she wore a white bustier top that squeezed her small breasts upward into eye-catching mounds. Her normally unkempt long brown hair now spilled elegantly in loose ringlets over her pale bare shoulders. And in place of her loose-fitting jeans was a white miniskirt and white fishnet stockings. The only color in her outfit was the pink heart on the buckle of her white leather belt and the pink tablet-stylus she held in her hand.
Kim and Aurore walked past Adrien and Nino, looking at each other and thus oblivious to the sight ahead of them—at least, until Babette stepped in front of them.
“Oh, this mess is so over!” the girl exclaimed, waving her hand at the two of them. Then, with her other hand, she made a slashing movement with her pink stylus, and Kim and Aurore were knocked away from each other as though some invisible brute had shouldered them apart.
Babette smiled wickedly. “Time to try out my love-line.”
She raised her stylus, and as she rotated it above her head, a long, pink line extended from it like a rope of energy. She hurled it at Kim; it wrapped around him from shoulders to ankles, tying him up. Babette quickly produced a second line and bound Aurore up in it.
“Now,” she said, “let’s get you fixed up right.”
Babette spied dark-haired Jean coming down the hall. She extended another love-line from her stylus, then snapped the line like a whip, causing it to wrap around Jean’s midsection. Babette gave the line a yank, and the boy practically flew into Aurore.
“You can’t resist the power of attraction,” Babette declared haughtily. She flicked her wrist and looped her pink line around Aurore and Jean, binding them together.
In a half whisper, Adrien said, “Run for it, Nino. I’m going to go get help.” Adrien ran through a door, with Nino looking on quizzically.
“From the boys’ bathroom?” Nino said to himself. Then he saw Babette looking in his direction, and he ran.
At that moment, Chloé and Sabrina came around the corner. Babette locked eyes with Sabrina, who seemed to intuit that something bad was happening, because the redhead immediately turned to run. She wasn’t fast enough, though; Babette’s light-rope snared Sabrina’s ankle, and the girl screamed “Help!” as she was dragged down the hall and then quickly bound to Kim.
Chloé shrieked and ducked behind Alya, who had dropped into a crouch by the wall with her phone in hand.
“Oh, man,” Alya said excitedly as she began capturing the action on her phone’s camera, “this is gonna make some great footage for the Ladyblog when Ladybug shows up.” She looked back over her shoulder. “Marinette, you might want to- Marinette?”
Alya didn’t see her friend behind her—just the door of the girls’ bathroom closing.
“Guess she really had to go,” Alya muttered to herself, and kept recording.
***
“Plagg, claws out!”
***
“Tikki, spots on!”
***
“Ah, here we are: two perfect couples,” Babette gloated as she paced slowly in front of the two bound pairs of teenagers. Then, stopping and looking darkly at Sabrina, she continued, “You called me a busybody. Well, now it’s time for YOUR body to…get busy.”
She held up her stylus like an orchestra conductor with a baton. The pink bonds around the two pairs of teenagers pulled tighter, then vanished as they were absorbed into the kids’ bodies.
Despite no longer being bound, the four teenagers did not try to run. Instead, Jean and Aurore began kissing passionately, and Sabrina and Kim did the same.
***
The doors of the boys’ and girls’ bathrooms were directly across the hall from each other. Ladybug ran out of the girls’ bathroom door and found herself face to face with Cat Noir, who had just emerged from the boys’. They both stood frozen for a moment.
“I came in through the window!” they shouted in inadvertent unison. Then they turned and started toward their akumatized foe.
“Give it up, Babette!” Ladybug shouted.
“It’s two against one!” Cat Noir chimed in.
“First, it’s not Babette—my name is Miss Match,” the skimpily dressed villain replied. “And second, I wield the power of attraction; you wield a stick and a…yo-yo. I’ll take my chances.”
Alya, watching through the screen of her phone as she recorded the confrontation, muttered, “Oh, she did not just disrespect the yo-yo.”
The two heroes pulled their weapons and charged down the hall toward Babette. Suddenly, Chloé leaped up and blocked their path.
“Hey!” she shouted. “Don’t you dare stop her!”
As Ladybug and Cat Noir looked at her blankly, Chloé turned to Babette.
“Okay, Miss Match,” Chloé said, striding confidently toward the white-clad girl. “If you know who everybody in this school belongs with, then you must know that Adrien is my soulmate. Now get me together with him!”
Miss Match smiled thinly and cast one of her pink love-lines at Chloé, who let it wrap around her. Then Babette came up and looked the blonde girl in the eye.
“Chloé Bourgeois,” she said, “there’s exactly one person in this school who will ever love you.” She smiled fiendishly as she raised her stylus and commanded, “Now get busy with her.”
The pink rope around Chloé vanished, and the girl looked down at herself in horror as her hands began to move all over her own body, caressing and fondling.
“Oh, man, I should not be seeing this,” Cat Noir breathed, unable to tear his eyes away.
“What are you waiting for?” Chloé shouted at the two heroes, even as her own left hand traveled up her stomach and gently squeezed her small breast. “Stop her!”
Ladybug yanked on Cat Noir’s arm. “Eyes on your own work, Tomcat! Let’s go!”
“Right!” Cat Noir replied, shaking off his trance.
They ran at Miss Match, who snapped her whip-like weapon at them several times, forcing them to dodge her attacks and run past her instead of taking her down. Both heroes slid to a stop at the other end of the hall.
***
“Good,” Hawk Moth said in Babette’s mind. “You have Ladybug and Cat Noir side by side. Now, entangle them!”
***
Miss Match snapped her whip repeatedly at Ladybug and Cat Noir, who spun their weapons to shield themselves against the villain’s attacks. Other students were fleeing or taking shelter in nearby classrooms.
“We’re easy targets in this hallway,” Ladybug said. “We need to get her into a bigger space.”
“And away from the other students,” Cat Noir replied. He glanced behind him. “The gym!”
“Good idea!” Ladybug replied.
The agile heroes tumbled backward out of Miss Match’s range, then turned and ran through the double doors of the gymnasium.
***
“Don’t let them escape!” Hawk Moth commanded.
***
Once in the gym, Ladybug snagged a ceiling beam with her yo-yo and grappled herself up onto it.
“Her akuma must be in that stylus,” she called down to Cat Noir. “Try to distract her. I’m going on the offensive!”
“You got it!” the cat-suited hero shouted.
Miss Match strode into the room. Before she could do anything, Cat Noir leaped into her line of sight.
“Hey, Miss Match!” he shouted, drawing her gaze. “I’m pretty sure your outfit is against the school dress code.”
Miss Match retorted, “You can worry about school rules when you and Ladybug are putting on a very public display of affection.”
Seeing Miss Match distracted, Ladybug leaped off the steel beam and hurled her yo-yo ahead of her, aiming for the stylus and hoping to break it, or at least knock it out of Miss Match’s hand. But the scantily clad villain spotted the attack out of the corner of her eye; she lashed out with her stylus, entangled the yo-yo with a pink rope of energy, and pulled hard. Caught in midair, Ladybug couldn’t resist at all; instead, she flew helplessly along a downward diagonal trajectory and landed on her stomach—albeit more softly than she had expected, thanks to the gym mat she had happened to land on.
“Maybe ladybugs really are lucky,” the spotted heroine muttered. Then, as she tried and failed to move her arms and legs, she realized that she was completely entangled in both her own yo-yo wire and Miss Match’s love-line. “Or not.”
Then, as Miss Match cut the line loose and turned her attention back to the spotted heroine’s black-clad partner, Ladybug shouted, “Cat Noir, don’t let her get you, too!”
Miss Match lashed at him several times, and only Cat Noir’s superhuman agility saved him from being entangled as he leaped and dodged like an acrobat.
“Why are you fighting this?” the villain asked impatiently. “Everyone knows you’re in love with Ladybug. This is your chance to be with her!”
Cat Noir clenched his fist. “If I get with Ladybug, it’ll be because she chooses me—not because we were forced together by some supervillain who looks good in a push-up bra.”
Smiling, Miss Match looked down at her chest. “You really think so? Because I wasn’t sure- Hey!” she shouted as she looked up to see Cat Noir leaping at her, his clawed hand reaching for her stylus.
With great quickness, Miss Match lashed out with her love-line and entangled the blonde superhero’s midsection, then yanked hard and sent him crashing to the floor. Cat Noir rolled to a stop right next to Ladybug.
“It was worth a shot,” he groaned.
Alya had moved forward, taking up a position behind the gym doorway so that she could continue to video the battle between the two heroes and the newly minted villain.
She glanced back over her shoulder at the very different sort of action happening in the hallway behind her. Jean and Aurore were still making out furiously, and now Jean’s shirt was off, and his hand was pushing up Aurore’s top, fondling her breasts over her exposed bra. Kim and Sabrina, too, were kissing energetically; Sabrina now sat on the edge of a water fountain, her legs wrapped around Kim’s waist and her hands ardently roaming his back. And Chloé was completely topless now, pinching and rolling her nipple between the fingers of one hand while the other hand dived down the front of her white pants.
“See how much they like being with the right person?” Miss Match asked Ladybug and Cat Noir as she gestured toward the hallway, then casually circled her stylus to loop a pink love-line around the pair of heroes. “You two are going to feel silly for trying to fight me once you find out how good it is to be together.”
Miss Match gave the line a tug, pulling the two heroes together on the gym mats. Now they lay awkwardly on their sides, their fronts pressed together.
“I’m sorry, Ladybug,” Cat Noir said. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear.”
“I know you didn’t,” Ladybug answered. Then, glancing again at the action in the hallway, she added, “At least Miss Match can’t make us take our clothes off.”
“You’re right,” Cat Noir said. “I have to go ‘claws in’ just to use the bathroom.”
“Enough small talk, lovebirds,” Miss Match interrupted. She raised her stylus. “Time to get busy.”
Ladybug felt the love-line press like a hot wire against her skin. Then the burning sensation moved into her body, and suddenly she was aflame with desire—desire for the one whose green eyes were locked with hers.
“Ladybug,” Cat Noir whispered. “I…I…”
And then his lips were pressed against hers, and she was pulling him to her as she returned his kiss with ardor.
Both heroes’ gloves vanished.
Alya again looked back down the hallway, where more and more kids were gathering to see the increasingly erotic spectacle. Sabrina’s green-and-purple cardigan was on the floor and her white blouse was open, and Kim was now blindly attempting to unfasten her bra behind her back while they deep-kissed. Nearby, Jean and Aurore continued to make out, but now Jean’s hand was up under Aurore’s skirt, and the girl’s blue-and-white panties were around her ankle. And Chloé continued her full-on masturbation while several drooling boys looked on.
The amateur journalist turned her attention back to the gym, again leaning her head around the door frame to see what was going on. Miss Match stood with her back to the door, watching the scene on the gym mats in front of her: Ladybug was lying on top of Cat Noir, kissing him fiercely while his hands—ungloved, somehow—moved eagerly over her body.
Alya ducked back behind the doorway. She found herself breathing hard, and she couldn’t be sure whether the cause was fear, excitement, or something else.
And now she was in a quandary. Should she record what Ladybug was doing? On the one hand, Ladybug and Cat Noir getting together romantically—or at least physically—was a big scoop and would no doubt attract tons of new readers to her blog. On the other hand, if they were making out only because Miss Match was forcing them to, that made it less of a scoop. And then there was the fact that posting the video could result in the public humiliation of Alya’s personal hero.
In the end, Alya compromised with herself. She would not record the action, but she would stay and watch. For journalistic purposes, of course.
Cat Noir didn’t know what had happened to his gloves, but he wasn’t able to give it much thought, because he was lost in the sensation of touching Ladybug’s glorious body. Her costume covered almost all of her, but the slickness of the tight-fitting fabric, which he guessed was meant to make Ladybug harder for opponents to grab, also made it so very easy for his hands to glide all over her, feeling every curve and contour along the way. He’d always thought she had an amazing body, but he had never guessed just how amazing it would feel: the feminine musculature of her shoulders, the convex curves of her waist, the hollow at the small of her back, and of course her magnificent derriere, which was shaped like it had been crafted by an ancient Greek sculptor—perhaps for a statue of Artemis or Athena—and which struck the perfect balance between firm and soft.
“Cat,” she breathed in his ear. “we have to…to keep kissi- No! We have to…stop…Miss Match…before she…does this…to more kids…”
“You’re…you’re right…” Cat Noir managed. “Otherwise…they’ll all…end up…like this…” His hands squeezed her bottom gently as he continued, “On the floor…touching…each other…all over…Oh, God…”
Their tongues were in each other’s mouths now, exploring and massaging each other with eagerness bordering on desperation as a tumult of emotions stormed through Ladybug’s head, heart, and body. She was angry at Miss Match for imposing these feelings on her, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny how powerful they were. She wanted Cat Noir, needed him, and that was just making her confused. Because as she made out with him, clutching him to her as his hands roamed her body, she was perceiving things about him that she had never noticed before—things that appealed to her in a way that she knew wasn’t merely the result of Miss Match’s manipulation. The heady, spicy-masculine smell of him; the way he touched her, eager but gentle; the light in his green eyes…all of these affected her in a profound, primal way, making her feel something that only one other person ever had. Which felt weird…and yet, amazing.
Suddenly, Ladybug felt warmth against her chest and stomach, and she realized that the top halves of her costume and Cat Noir’s had vanished. Ladybug gasped, then rolled the both of them over so that Cat’s torso would be on top of hers, covering her. But this didn’t stop her from continuing to make out with him ardently.
In the back of Cat Noir’s mind, a thought niggled at him: that even though Ladybug was on top of him and kissing him as fervently as he was kissing her, and even though this was the fulfillment of his greatest wish, he knew she didn’t really want this. It felt as though he were in heaven, but only because of a clerical error, and his enjoyment of its sweet rewards was dampened by the knowledge that he hadn’t truly earned them.
He broke off their kiss and, still holding her tight against him, breathed in her ear, “I’m sorry…I wish…I could stop…”
She could hear his pain. He clearly wanted this, but he wanted to do it the right way. And knowing that made Ladybug’s confusion all the greater, because it further intensified her desire for her friend and partner.
“It’s all right…” she gasped. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her bare breasts against his well-toned chest, and kissed him deeply.
“Whoa,” Alya murmured.
This situation was getting seriously out of hand. She began to wonder whether she should try to intervene before Ladybug and Cat Noir did something they might regret later.
Miss Match was just standing there, probably enjoying watching the results of her handiwork. Alya considered rushing her from behind but immediately thought better of it; Miss Match clearly had a talent for detecting sneak attacks and would probably hear Alya coming. Besides, Alya thought, Ladybug surely had a plan.
I need a plan, Ladybug thought, even as her tongue wrestled with Cat Noir’s and her hands roamed his back and his athletic, leather-clad ass.
Thinking rationally was nearly impossible under the circumstances. But there was one thing she could do that might give her a clue about what to do next. With all the force of will that she could muster, Ladybug took her lips and right arm off of Cat’s body, grabbed her yo-yo, and hurled it upward, shouting, “Lucky charm!”
The weapon flew into the air and produced a burst of pink energy. When Ladybug caught the small object that fell back to Earth, she looked at it with confusion. It looked like a ladybug-spotted tube of toothpaste, but when she squeezed it, something thick and clear came out.
“Is this…lubricant?” Ladybug said aloud.
Suddenly, Ladybug felt the lower half of her costume vanish. Now, she could feel the heat of something stiff and fleshy pressing between her legs, right up against her wet vulva, and her body was aflame with the need to have that hot hardness inside her.
It took a nearly superhuman effort for Ladybug to look at anything other than Cat Noir—who now wore only his mask and cat-ears. As she glanced around, her lucky-charm vision flashed on three things: a semicircular spot on the wooden gym floor that was just within her reach, Cat Noir’s right hand, and, much to her surprise, Cat’s stiff penis.
Fighting down the agonizing need that the sight of Cat’s erection stoked within her body, Ladybug managed to speak.
“Cat,” she panted between kisses as her hands eagerly fondled the boy-hero’s bare body, “I need you…to use…your cataclysm…”
“But…I can barely…take my…hands off you,” the boy gasped. “What if…I hurt you?”
“You just need…to focus,” Ladybug breathed.
“I don’t know…if I can,” Cat Noir panted. “Can’t think…of anything…but you… It’s like… I’m drowning…in you…”
Ladybug ignored the lightning-bolt sensation that hearing the blonde hero say “in you” caused to shoot through her groin. She grabbed both of his hands in hers and looked into his eyes.
“Cat,” she breathed, “you’re the strongest person I know. You can do this.”
Cat Noir swallowed.
“If you believe it,” he said, gripping her hands and looking right back into her eyes, “then I believe it.”
“Then use it now!” she cried. “On the floor to your left!”
Raising his left hand, Cat Noir shouted “Cataclysm!”
Black energy radiated from his hand, and he raked his fingers in an arc across the floor. The wood rotted away in an instant, leaving a rainbow-shaped gap.
***
“Miss Match,” Hawk Moth said impatiently, “you have indulged your voyeurism long enough. Quickly, while they are in the heat of passion, go and get their Miraculous!”
“Yes, Hawk Moth!”
***
Alya glanced back over her shoulder. Despite everything she had seen up to this point, she was still shocked by the scene behind her. Kim was essentially naked now, and Alya had a little trouble looking away from the sight of his muscular ass as he pumped away at the equally nude, gasping, moaning Sabrina where she sat on the water fountain, arms and legs wrapped tightly around the young athlete. Aurore and Jean had also stripped naked and had fallen to the floor; to Alya’s surprise, the delicate-looking girl and smallish, soft-spoken boy were fucking savagely, rolling around as if fighting to be on top even as they coupled with almost brutal vigor. And Chloé was sitting buck naked on the floor with her back leaning against the wall, furiously rubbing her clit with one hand while she fucked herself with the other, repeatedly shoving two fingers into her pussy and another into her pink asshole.
Miss Match, galvanized into action by Hawk Moth’s command, ran at the prone heroes even as Cat Noir raked his claws across the wood of the gym floor.
“Do you really think a hole in the floor will stop me?” Miss Match shouted, easily leaping over the gap.
Suddenly, the two intertwined heroes rolled away from her, and now Miss Match saw a layer of something clear and shiny coating the floor—right where she was about to land.
Her white high-heeled shoes hit the lubricated floor, and Miss Match skidded with arms flailing until her toes caught the edge of the gym mat on which her two opponents lay. With a scream, she flew right over them and crash-landed on the bare floor on the other side of the mat. Ladybug and Cat Noir managed to overcome their absorption in each other long enough to look at their fallen opponent.
“She’s…out cold,” Cat Noir breathed.
Ladybug looked for Miss Match’s stylus. It had rolled out of the unconscious villain’s hand and was now about eight feet beyond Ladybug’s reach.
And then Cat Noir’s mask disappeared, and suddenly, Ladybug was looking into a familiar face. And, apparently, so was Cat.
“Marinette?” the boy gasped.
“Adrien?” the girl exclaimed.
Under any other circumstances at all, Marinette would have either been paralyzed with anxiety or continued to fight her urges so that she could stop the villain. But now that she knew whose face was beneath that black mask and those cat ears, her will to resist her desires crumbled. She couldn’t think of Miss Match, the stylus, the akuma, or anything but her own burning, ravenous need for the boy beneath her. The only even faintly rational action she could manage was to squeeze some lubricant into her hand and quickly coat Adrien’s erection (God, the feel and heat of it in her hand teased her unbearably) before she rolled the boy on top of her and spread her legs wide.
“Please, Adrien, I can’t wait another second!” she cried.
In an instant, Adrien’s guilt was dispelled. Ladybug may never have been receptive to Cat Noir’s romantic overtures, but it was crystal clear from the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes that Marinette was into Adrien, and for reasons that had nothing to do with Miss Match’s magic. And finding out that Ladybug was actually his klutzy but very cute classmate had not diminished Adrien’s desire for her in the slightest.
“Oh, God, yes!” the blonde boy gasped.
He plunged into her, and they both screamed with the sheer pleasure of it.
“Wow,” Alya whispered to herself.
The revelation that Ladybug was in fact Alya’s best friend, Marinette, and that Cat Noir was her classmate Adrien had already blown her mind. But at this moment, Alya couldn’t manage to think back over the months for she had known Marinette to consider whether there were signs that Alya might have missed, because she was too absorbed in the sight before her: Ladybug and Cat Noir—or rather, Marinette and Adrien—making full-on, passionate love, right there on the gym floor!
She told herself to look away, that this wasn’t something she should be watching. But, God, the sight of Adrien’s tight, well-toned ass working between Marinette’s wide-open thighs…the way they panted in time with each other…the way his green eyes were locked with her blue ones, as though each of them was the only person in the other’s world…there was no looking away from that.
Now that Adrien had this chance with the superheroine of his dreams, he didn’t want to mess it up. So instead of letting his animal instincts fully take over and fucking her hard and blindly, he listened to the sounds she made with each thrust and adjusted his angle, speed, and depth of penetration accordingly. And if this effort detracted from his own pleasure in any way, that was more than made up for by the increasingly loud and erotic sounds that his bellflower-eyed partner was making in his ear.
Marinette was in a sensory paradise that she had never known existed. She felt surrounded by Adrien, immersed in the heat of his skin and the smell of his hair, and the feel of that one part of him inside her. Inside her. The very thought was achingly wonderful.
She felt as though her mind and body were steeping in liquid desire, pleasure, want, and need, and the irresistible urge to give, to take, to have Adrien and to give herself to him. And then, almost without thought, she found herself babbling in her lover’s ear.
“Oh, God, Adrien,” she gasped, “beautiful Adrien, don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”
Alya heard a girl scream somewhere behind her. Alya turned around and saw Aurore in the throes of sexual climax, thrashing on top of Jean. And a moment later, Jean, too, cried out and clutched Aurore’s bare hips against his as he came. Alya’s mind flashed on the image of Jean’s hot, white semen shooting up inside Aurore, and it took substantial force of will to keep from thrusting a hand down her own pants and pleasuring herself like Chloé was doing. Especially when Kim and Sabrina started screaming with their own orgasms.
“Adrien!” Marinette panted, the pitch of her voice rising. “I’m getting close to…I’m going to…”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Adrien screamed, pushed over the edge by the desperate desire in Marinette’s words. He could feel the semen shooting from his body into hers, and the sheer pleasure of it was beyond description.
“Aaaaaiiiiiiiii!” Marinette cried, her orgasm far more powerful than any she had ever managed to give herself in the privacy of her bedroom.
When their climaxes subsided, they held each other close. Then Adrien lifted his head to look at her face, and his eyes widened as he saw that Marinette was now Ladybug again. He quickly rolled off of her and looked down at himself.
“Our costumes! They’re back!” Cat Noir exclaimed.
“And our weapons, too,” Ladybug replied, standing up and pulling her yo-yo from her hip. “Now we can finish this!”
She picked up the still-unconscious Miss Match’s stylus and snapped it in half. As the black butterfly within escaped and fluttered into the air, Ladybug dropped the broken stylus and opened her yo-yo, revealing its white, glowing interior.
“No more evildoing for you, little akuma,” she declared, keeping her eyes on the butterfly. She spun the yo-yo to charge up its purifying magic as she shouted, “Time to de-evilize!”
She hurled the open yo-yo at the black butterfly and caught the insect inside. Then she yanked the yo-yo back into her hand, exclaiming, “Gotcha!”
She ran her hand over the yo-yo, opening it again. A white butterfly fluttered out, and Ladybug watched it fly up toward an open window.
“Bye-bye, little butterfly.”
As the insect flew away, Ladybug looked out the gym doors into the hallway. Aurore and Jean were looking at each other with shock, and Aurore cried, “Oh, God, what’ve I done?” Sabrina snatched up her discarded clothing and ran for the girls’ bathroom while Kim exclaimed “Oh, shit!”, yanked his pants back up, and started for the boys’ locker room. Chloé shrieked and ran, too, clutching her doffed clothes to her body.
“I’m not sure even my powers can undo all this damage,” Ladybug said anxiously.
“You’d better hurry up and try,” Cat Noir replied frantically as he pointed to her earring. “You’re down to your last spot!”
Ladybug took a deep breath and threw the empty lubricant tube high into the air as she shouted, “Miraculous Ladybug!”
Pink globes of magical energy flew around in swarms, sweeping over every damaged object and every person in sight. The hole in the gym floor vanished, and the broken stylus was made whole again, but far more amazingly, everyone was suddenly fully dressed and clean. The fleeing Sabrina, Kim, and Chloé all stopped in their tracks, Jean snapped out of his frightened daze, and now, none of them looked upset—just confused.
***
“Ladybug!” Hawk Moth snarled as the iris-shutter of his circular window closed. “You may have outmatched me today, but I assure you: Very soon, I will set you up on a date with your destruction!”
***
Marinette, in her school clothes, found herself on the floor of the gym. Standing next to…Adrien? What were they doing here? And why was Adrien on the floor?
“What…what happened?” Adrien said, sitting up. “The last thing I remember is science class letting out.”
Marinette was trying to produce a coherent answer—a task made doubly difficult by her inability to remember what had happened since she left Ms. Mendeleiev’s class and her close physical proximity to Adrien—when she heard someone else speak.
“Ohhhhh,” a female voice groaned, “my head…”
Marinette looked over and saw a turtleneck-wearing girl on the gym floor nearby, putting a hand to her temple as she sat up.
“Babette, are you okay?” Marinette asked as she got up and went over to her classmate.
“I think so,” the girl replied groggily.
Some of Babette’s things were on the floor, and Marinette began picking them up as the girl got to her feet. One of the dropped items was a tablet, with its screen still on. Marinette couldn’t help but notice the half-written message in pink text, which began with “Hello, lovebirds.”
“Babette,” Marinette gasped quietly. “You’re Miss Match?”
Babette snapped out of her grogginess and seized Marinette’s arm. “Please don’t tell anyone!” she whispered desperately. “It’s bad enough not having any friends here. I don’t need to have enemies, too!”
“It’s okay,” Marinette said reassuringly. “I…know how to keep a secret.”
“Oh, thank you,” Babette breathed.
“But…maybe Miss Match’s messages could be…a little nicer, from now on?” Marinette added.
“They will be. I promise.”
Marinette took a breath. “You know, Miss Match has never offered an opinion about who I should be with.”
Babette looked at Marinette with disbelief. “But…isn’t it obvious? You belong with Adrien! You guys are, like, ninety-four percent compatible!”
The girl slapped a hand over her own mouth, then slowly dropped it. “I’m sorry; I don’t know why I get so worked up over this stuff. I’m always telling other people what I think is best for them, but…I can’t even do what’s best for myself.”
Marinette looked at her. “Babette, have you ever figured out who would be the right match for you?”
Mournfully, the brown-haired girl replied, “Of course I have.” She looked at the floor. “It’s Max. But…I’m too shy to talk to anybody, let alone him.”
“I…know something about that, too,” Marinette confessed.
Behind them, Marinette heard someone swallow. She turned around to look.
“Max?”
“I…saw people on the floor in here,” the bespectacled boy explained, “and I came in to verify that everyone is uninjured.”
He turned to Babette and said haltingly, “What- What if I talked to you?” He chuckled nervously. “People are always telling me that I don’t know when to shut up.”
Blushing, Babette looked at him. “That would be…nice. Maybe…in the cafeteria?”
Marinette smiled.
“See you guys later,” Marinette said. “And Babette, do you want to hang out this weekend?”
“That sounds great,” the girl replied, and walked off with Max.
***
A full day later, Alya and Marinette stepped out the classroom door and headed for the cafeteria.
“Man,” Alya said, “I’ve been asking around, and no one here at school has any idea what happened during those twenty minutes yesterday. Nobody remembers anything, and there’s no pics, no video, nothing. It’s like we were all kidnapped by aliens or something. But if it’s anything bad, I’m sure Ladybug will get to the bottom of it.”
“Um, yeah, I’m sure,” Marinette replied awkwardly. She couldn’t recall what had happened, either, but Tikki had told her that it was for the best that no one remembered—at least for now.
Marinette was glad for the distraction when every cell phone in the hallway sounded and lit up with a pink heart. Juleka, who was not far behind Marinette and Alya in the hallway, played the message on speaker.
“Hello, lovebirds, Miss Match here.”
“Oh, jeez,” sighed Kim, who was walking with Aurore.
“First,” Miss Match said, “a shout-out to Ivan and Mylène. You may have had a ‘rocky’ start, but you’re a perfect match. Keep it up, you two!
“Now, boys,” Miss Match continued, “it’s not too early to ask that certain someone to the spring formal; a girl likes to have a little time to pick the perfect outfit, you know. And for a certain goth girl, Miss Match has a bit of advice: There’s a boy in your class who would be the perfect date for you—if you can manage to ‘draw’ his attention, hint, hint.
“And last but not least, a little heads-up for our ‘model student.’ If a girl falls all over herself when she’s around you, maybe you should take a moment to think about why.
“Ciao for now, lovebirds! And remember: The right match for you may be closer than you think.”
Alya turned to Marinette. “Speaking of mysteries, who do you think Miss Match is?” Then the olive-skinned girl’s eyes narrowed. “Wait a second…all those times when you’ve been late for school, or went to the girls’ room and didn’t come back for the rest of class…”
Marinette couldn’t help herself: She burst out laughing.
“Oh my gosh,” she gasped in between bouts of laughter. “You really think I should be handing out romantic advice?”
Alya giggle-snorted. “Yeah, what was I thinking?”
“Hey, ladies,” Adrien said as he passed Marinette and Alya, then stopped and held the cafeteria door for them.
“Hey, Adrien,” Alya replied.
“Hay-drien,” Marinette stammered. “I mean, Adri-hey, I mean…d’oh!” She scurried through the door.
“Hey, bro,” Nino said, approaching Adrien. “What’s with Marinette?”
“Oh, you know, she’s just being her usual…” Adrien’s expression turned pensive. “Huh.”
“What?”
“I don’t know,” Adrien said. “But...I’m thinking about it.”
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