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Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a completely normal girl, with a completely normal life. She may have been woken up this morning because her Maman gently squeezed her bare chest instead of her shoulder, but it’s her choice to sleep topless in the first place. And she’d snoozed all five of her alarms, as well as ignored Tikki’s own attempts to get her out of bed. Once again, she’s running late for school. When isn’t she would be the better question. It’s a good thing Francois Dupont is only a couple blocks away from the bakery, or else she’ll need to do some rooftop parkour right after breakfast. Secret superheroine or no, her stomach doesn’t exactly agree with yoyo swinging during digestion.
She does manage to drag herself into the shower with enough time to at least enjoy the warm water before going downstairs, letting it fall over her naked body and just relaxing for a second. Her life as Ladybug could be very stressful, sure, though she is a lot more concerned about the events of the previous day. That Lila girl suddenly transferring to their school and turning out to be a massive blue-balling tease, only for the whole Volpina incident to happen and the threesome with Adrien in her ex-boyfriend’s own bed… Well, Marinette has plenty of good reasons to be groggy in the morning. Even if they haven’t so much broken up as they decided to not keep needlessly stressing about who wanted to free use whom and just started the whole thing over as just friends. Good friends who weren’t above a nice quicky while miss Bustier is lecturing them on symbolism, but not a couple.
Her life has changed so much since the start of the school year it honestly feels surreal. Free use is second nature to the point where Marinette moves a hand between her legs without even realizing it as she scrubs shampoo through her hair. If only herself from all those months ago could see her now! Panicking about it and accidentally winding up technically dating Adrien because they were both idiots who misunderstood miss Bustier’s lecture and got together as a convoluted way of having a ready excuse for turning their friends down instead of just saying no like normal people…had been an experience, yeah. It even affected her life as Ladybug much more than actually keeping Paris safe from Hawkmoth’s poorly-dressed villains of the week.
The superheroine’s bisexuality crisis remains a much bigger threat than their actual nemesis ever can be. She experimented with Aurore when Stormy Weather pinned Ladybug down during their fight, got plenty handsy with Chat Noir mid-patrol and even during some Akuma attacks…and of course, Alya has that video of her and Lady Wifi going at it in Chloe’s kitchen saved on her phone. Marinette still isn’t actually allowed to see it though, because Ladybug made her promise to never show it off. Going on a date with Evillustrator and having her superhero partner help teach her how to give a good blowjob is still one of the most ridiculous things on her personal list, especially since she’d done the same with Chat and let him cum on her chest as a civilian afterwards!
It probably says something about her that Marinette slips a finger past her folds right as Chloe comes to mind. The blonde girl is still a menace and a brat, but whatever the gay hell she has going on with Sabrina in the bedroom made the bullying stop and replaced it with another kind of teasing entirely. Ladybug still owes her a rain check on spending an evening with Chloe after she sort of prevented her from going anywhere near her kitty’s cock during the whole Princess Fragrance fiasco with Rose’s horny spray, but that’s a problem for another day. She’ll still have to deal with Lila too, unless that girl got fucked so silly while in the fox costume that she miraculously won’t be at school ever again. Marinette certainly hopes so! Any more teasing like what happened between them yesterday and she might combust. At least Ladybug got to tie her up in the yoyo string and teach her a lesson. Small mercies and all that…
No, her biggest concern is unfortunately the Guardian of the Miraculous. Or rather, what Master Fu had told her when she delivered him Adrien’s book last afternoon. That despite every adult she could think to ask insisting free use was how the world had always been, something had happened to make the world this way with magic. He explained that Hawkmoth wanted their Miraculous to combine them in a ritual and make a Wish that could change reality however he wanted…and suspected that not only was that the reason for this sex-centered insanity, but that she may have been the one to do it. Probably because the whole thing works like a Monkey’s Paw and what Marinette hypothetically said got mistranslated to free use being a thing. If they assumed that Master Fu is right in the first place.
To think that the girl who’d spent months upon months genuinely losing her mind over what everyone else had considered to be completely normal might actually be the one responsible for it to begin with. That…makes a weird bit of sense, since the person making a Wish would be the only one unaffected by its magic. Marinette distracts herself from the thought by slipping another finger inside her pussy, slowly alternating which one was going in and which was pulling out. Ladybug was going to have to tell Chat Noir about this. There simply isn’t a way around it. And the longer she waits, the more stressed she’ll get, which in turn means she’ll try to chicken out of that conversation like a total coward!
Marinette inhales sharply, letting the warm water snap her back to reality. She’s going to take one thing at a time. He’s her partner; she can trust him to at least hear her out and try to help. First she needs to deal with her parents. Preferably before confronting the increasingly obvious decision she already came to before even swinging home from Master Fu’s massage parlor. Marinette Dupain-Cheng has grown to like living in a free use world, maybe even loves it. Miss Bustier had been right from the very start of their classes on the subject. It helped her be so much more open and worry less about what people thought about it. It’s why she’d managed to increase her confidence and made her feel that much closer to everyone around her. Without that concept in her life, as ridiculous as it sounded to her even now, she’d still be stuck viewing Adrien as something other than one of her best friends.
For all the panic and freaking out free use had brought her, Marinette honestly won’t trade it for going back to a world without such a thing. She and Chat Noir can, theoretically, combine their Miraculous and Wish for that at any moment, but he doesn’t want to either. And not just because he gets to paw at his crush through their spandex costumes. It’s their life, however weird, and she’s finally figured out how to embrace it in full. Even the fact that she’s probably butt-naked underneath her very tight suit as Ladybug. It’s the same for him under all that black leather, so at least the rules are fair. Marinette just doesn’t feel like she needs to hide anything about herself anymore…aside from the secret identity stuff, of course. Like miss Bustier always says with a smile, free use is free in more ways than one.
She washes the shampoo from her hair and quickly scrubs the rest of her body clean before rinsing off all the soap and stepping out of the shower. A few minutes later, the blue-haired girl is standing back inside her bedroom, dry but still very much nude. She doesn’t bother with any kind of underwear today, simply putting on her legging and grabbing two of her favorite items from the closet before heading downstairs. Her parents are probably going to be very happy to see her topless, since they are Marinette’s biggest supporters in helping her adjust to a reality she still considered insane until only a week or two ago. As soon as she walks downstairs to the living room, they both flash her happy smiles.
“Well, look at that! Good morning, Marinette! What’s the occasion sweetie?” Maman asks excitedly as she sees her bare chest, causing the blue-haired girl to roll her eyes and show the tops. One is just her classic white with the little pink flower, while the other is a crop top designed after it, which cuts off just above her stomach and is meant for warmer weather. Sabine thinks about it seriously for several moments before pointing to the second one. “If you’re comfortable, then you can afford to show off a little to your friends! I’m sure Alya and Adrien are going to love it!”
“That was the idea, yeah. I’m…trying the whole daring attitude out, you know? It was dumb to be so scared of free use before,” Marinette laughs while shaking her head, putting the crop top on as her perky breasts disappear underneath the thin white fabric, nice and snug. Maman makes sure to take her shirt and places it aside, since if she goes upstairs again to put it back, she runs the risk of actually being late to class yet again.
“Just remember not to overdo it, okay? There’s nothing wrong with slow and steady. Nobody is asking you to compensate. Safety first,” Sabine reminds her softly, kissing her cheek and gently giving her boobs a little squeeze. Marinette had asked her parents to try the more casual gestures of affection out with her too, just to have a feel for the experience. The last thing they want is to make her uncomfortable, but small touches like that are still perfectly okay. And if feeling up her chest works a lot better at waking her up when she oversleeps than just shaking her shoulder, Maman only sees that as a bonus!
Papa emerges from the staircase leading to the bakery carrying a steaming hot tray of sweet rolls stuffed to the brim with his special cream, as her parents like to call it with a sly wink. In complete honesty, it’s his cum. Well, not only that, but Papa personally produces the main ingredient, which was why he always acts so proud after getting a good batch of these out of the oven. That Maman just has to go and help him with the filling each time is none of Marinette’s business. They’d both jokingly invited her to swap out with Sabine more than once and she honestly didn’t know if they are just doing it to tease her or genuinely offering. Either way, with how obvious the heavy, weighty outline of his cock is despite the baggy baker’s pants and long apron, the blue-haired girl knows a girth like that was beyond her current limits. Can she even wrap her hands around it if she tries?
“I made breakfast! Your new favorite, of course! Anything for my sweet little chouquette!” Papa exclaims all too happily, definitely trying to mess with her at least a little. All that amusement isn’t just because he’s excited about her trying them. Honestly the sweet rolls are fucking delicious; Marinette can’t ever resist the urge to snack on a few when they’re fresh! And she was the one who’d asked them to help nudge her boundaries wider whenever they can, months ago.
The point was to make sure she would get over her initial existential terror about the whole free use concept, but it also led to more than a few family jokes like the special filling being her favorite taste. As a baked good, it’s admittedly very high up on the list. But otherwise…Adrien’s cum still tastes better, with Chat Noir as an extremely close second. Sometimes she swears they’re practically the same! Maybe it’s her crippling weakness to gorgeous blondes talking, but those boys have to be doing some special kind of magic, she’s sure! Tikki keeps laughing at her whenever she tries to bring that possibility up though…
Marinette sits down at the kitchen isle and is immediately presented with said fresh batch of sweet rolls. Way too many to eat on her own unless she was coming home starving after a long patrol or something, but the point is to share at least a few with friends. Alya loves them more than Marinette’s own macaroons and she knows damn well how open her best friend would be to getting some of that filling directly from the source. She’d almost managed it back on Valentine’s Day too, but thankfully the blue-haired girl managed to spare her from a very sore jaw. Nino is certainly glad about her stepping in, given how much head Alya gave him on their date that night.
Months ago, Maman would’ve had to give her a pleading look to try at least one and make Papa smile. Nowadays, Marinette sets out to eat her stress about magic world-altering wishes away, letting the rich creamy taste on her tongue wash away all the conflicted and somewhat guilty thoughts she has about the idea that free use might be her fault. Maybe. If she’s willing to believe Master Fu’s hunch about that whole thing. Not that he isn’t a credible source of information on the Miraculous and all, but she only met the man yesterday! And going to him that once time to heal her very rare hairless spotted cat from the Kingdom of Achu doesn’t count!
“Woah, slow down sweetheart! Remember to chew before you swallow,” Tom reminds her softly. Marinette blinks, realizing she’s devoured half the tray in barely five minutes. A whole baker’s dozen of sweet rolls stuffed to the brim with her Papa’s creamy cum and she ripped into them like she’s starving to death. Well, they do taste ridiculously good for what they’re mostly made of.
She shoots him an apologetic look before indulging herself with one last roll to really let the flavor coat her tongue properly and bolts back upstairs to grab her bag and put on shoes. And her blazer, of course. She couldn’t forget that. Her knees will absolutely hate her if she doesn’t have something soft to put on the floor before kneeling down to suck Adrien off today. After actually remembering all of those things and certainly not tripping halfway down the stairs, she snatches a couple cookies for her Kwami before leaving. Knowing her all too well, Papa has already placed the rest of the sweet rolls on her tray into a delivery box. Marinette makes sure to grab that too, since Alya will murder her if she finds out she’s been denied her favorite treat.
She still hasn’t actually explained to her best friend, or anyone else for that matter, that she’s gotten comfortable with free use by now. The vast majority of her sexual adventures have been as Ladybug, and Marinette’s biggest accomplishments are sucking off Nathaniel on their boat date and then letting Chat Noir fuck her chest with the very obvious excuse of thanking him for helping her earlier that night. Which her classmate doesn’t remember anymore because it happened while he was Akumatized, and her partner hasn’t told anybody about, not even Ladybug. She really needs to actually do some of that stuff with him as her superhero persona too, because it’s fun! Marinette isn’t afraid to say she might love the silly cat boy too, on top of wanting to eventually get back with Adrien.
As far as Alya and the others were concerned, the greatest sex thing she’s done is mess around with Rose and Juleka after their class photo turned out okay this year, with her own underwear staying on the whole time. Well, that and actually making up for that forgotten blowjob with Nathaniel during the little orgy miss Bustier put on after classes on Valentine’s Day, but Marinette can admit to being a bit overshadowed by Adrien losing his virginity to their ridiculously hot homeroom teacher that day. She’s honestly still a little jealous of him for that, but it isn’t like the older woman hasn’t made it perfectly clear that she’ll gladly welcome their advances from that point on. As long as nothing turns romantic and crosses the lines of a professional teacher-student relationship when emotions get thrown into the mix, of course, because the world still has some basic boundaries for what is and isn’t right.
Romantic relationships are completely separate from free use, as Marinette eventually came to realize. She suffered through so much needless anxiety about wanting to experiment with Alya while dating Adrien, hence why Ladybug upheld the policy of what happens in the suits stayed in the suits. Also, because secret identities are a thing and sometimes the separation is needed, but mostly because the shy, anxious baker’s daughter used to need being someone else to even try and figure out how to adjust to what she considered entirely abnormal back then. Alix for example doesn’t have a single romantic bone in her body. If anybody asks her on a real date, she’ll laugh hard enough to fall out of whatever she’s sitting on. But that doesn’t stop her from fooling around with the other girls, especially not Kim, who’s taken a real liking to her ass.
Alya is happily dating Nino and still jumps at the chance to get a piece of Marinette whenever she can. Miss Bustier always tries to help them remember that while emotions are naturally complicated and it’s okay to be figuring things out as they go, there’s also nothing wrong with just having some fun with people they aren’t interested in dating. She knows Adrien took Chloe up on at least a little groping back when Pixelator crashed the hotel while they were over for a work experience day, despite being together with her at the time. Free use and romance are separate things, even if sexuality and all that stuff is fluid for most people. Her own bouts of insanity over just how pretty her female friends are keep turning Marinette’s brain into liquid on some days…
With adults, it’s obviously very different. From what she’s seen, Marinette has come to realize they mostly treat free use with teenagers like a little indulgence. They take it seriously sure, but an actual relationship is never in the cards at all, nor should it be. Alya and Nora are a whole other thing she isn’t going to think about while crossing the street to school, but miss Bustier still acts like their sweet homeroom teacher, only occasionally teasing them about finding her attractive as a joke. Marinette knows that very well since she’s often the one blushing crimson because of such words, but even Papa wasn’t necessarily against it back when Alya tried to get her hands on some of his cream filling directly from the source. It all has a much more causal air to it, since the adults know much better than them when it comes to that stuff and clearly have learned not to read too much into it. They’re still young in their eyes, messing around and figuring themselves out. Miss Bustier even told her as much directly back when Marinette got worried because she offered Adrien a kiss and a hug for his birthday.
If she was still going by her old definition of normal, then all that will probably have had her screaming from the rooftops. But this new world has a different attitude to more than just their admittedly hot teacher teasing them from time to time. Free use can be done between strangers, sure. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with going up to someone and just asking for a bit of their time that way, as long as they’re of age obviously. Marinette herself was only told about the whole thing at the start of the year, even if some of her classmates found out earlier. Fourteen years old was the world’s moral cutoff point for all things sexual, apparently because dropping a bunch of inexperienced eighteen year olds into it without telling them anything about free use has historically proven to be a very bad idea. Not that it’s some huge government secret or anything. There just isn’t any reason for people younger than her to be directly told, since no parent wants to have that talk earlier than they absolutely need to.
Besides, it’s far more likely that any person, especially the shyer ones like she had been, will first approach a friend or trusted adult about the whole thing. Marinette isn’t entirely sure why that extends to family members, but Alya isn’t hiding that a lot of what she knows about messing around with girls comes directly from her older sister Nora’s private lessons. The blue-haired girl has a whole thing with her own parents too, but it’s nothing sexual. She’s just…getting comfortable with them, that’s all! The idea used to terrify her much like everything else related to free use, but Maman had sat her down and explained as clearly as she could that while they’d be delighted if she were to join them in bedroom-related stuff so they could do it as a family, that was and never had been a requirement. They love her as their daughter first, and apparently the openness to engaging Marinette in free use is an extension of that parental love.
The whole point of being introduced to it at fourteen is that they’ll spent four whole years learning about it in school before being officially allowed to roam freely in the whole wide world. Lectures to teach them how to approach someone they liked, what is and isn’t appropriate to wear and do in public, let them experiment with their own preferences and generally experience the whole free use thing with parents and teachers there to help instead of just getting dropped into it all at once. Young adults have a lot more on their plates than teenagers, so adding in all the sexual freedom was prone to cause many, many mistakes and accidents. Hence the classes, like the one she’s somehow running late for. Again.
Marinette forcibly pulls her head out of the clouds and books it across the block, dashing through the courtyard in a tornado pretty much everyone had come to expect by now, and barely leaping through the classroom door just in time to hear the bell ring right as she lands. Surprisingly not directly into miss Bustier’s breasts this time, but that’s because her teacher is already sitting down at her desk, legs slightly spread apart and with her leggings pulled halfway down. She’s pretty sure that’s Alix between them, happily lapping at miss Bustier’s pussy. Alya isn’t at their shared desk either, but a quick grin from Nino pulls Marinette’s attention to the faint slurping noise from underneath his. Huh. Their morning blowjob is running late today. And weirdly enough, Adrien’s nowhere to be found.
She prides herself on having memorized his entire schedule for the rest of the year, so he should be sitting right next to his best friend at the moment. His father’s company doesn’t have any fashion shoots scheduled or events they might need to make an emergency promotion for. Marinette figures he’s just been delayed by something random. It happens to her seemingly every day and Ladybug is clearly the best of them! If he doesn’t turn up by the end of first period, then she’s going to call him and figure this out. In the meantime, there is something very important she needs to do. She needs to go kiss Chloe Bourgeois on the mouth until one of them passes out, because Marinette had sworn it would only ever happen if Hell freezes over. And her being responsible for free use very much sounds like the cracking of ice coming from the metaphorical downstairs.