Marinette's POV
I arrive to the scene just before Cat Noir, taking in the site before me and swallowing.
"Evening M'La- what the fuck?!"
"I think you mean… 'why the fuck?' As in 'why are they fucking in the middle of the street like a massive orgy?'"
"I know what people say about the French, but this is taking it just a tad too far," he mutters, adjusting himself. "Have you seen the akuma yet?"
"Nope. Just the live porn. I got cockblocked to watch everyone else get some. Hawkmoth really is evil," I roll my eyes in irritation, pushing down my growing arousal. Now is not the time or place.
Cat leans in close to my ear, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his bulge to my ass, before muttering low and threateningly, "That better have been with Adrien, M'Lady. You know this is a closed square."
"Of course, it was! I'm not stupid!"
Wait. Yes, I am. I was with Adrien as Marinette. If they discuss it, I'm screwed.
He chuckles darkly. "If you say so, bug."
"M-Maybe we should find the ak-kuma?" The longer I feel him against me, the more my arousal rises. Pretty soon, he's going to be able to smell it, and I do not need that teasing.
"Okay. We'll probably need to get closer."
"C-closer?"
"To the orgy, bugaboo. You're making this too easy." He laughs at me and vaults to a closer viewpoint. I follow after, grumbling under my breath.
As we get closer to the masses, we realize it's less of a group activity and more of individuals, couples, and the occasional larger group, going at it in the same location.
The longer we look, the easier it is to push my arousal away with my growing worry.
"Cat… you don't think they were forced into this, do you? Like… I know akumas take away free will sometimes, but you don't think…" Cat goes pale.
"I… I don't know. But I have noticed something else. Look at their bodies, Ladybug."
"But if they didn't—"
"Just trust me. Look."
I do as he says, and I notice that none of the bodies have distinctive features. The faces have all been blurred out, hair disguised, any tattoos and birthmarks hidden, except for a few couples here and there.
"Most of them aren't able to be distinguished," I say in surprise. "I wonder why some of them still are, though…" I shake away the curiosity temporarily, "Questions for the akuma, then. My next concern would be for all of the minors witnessing this."
"If he's safeguarding this, maybe he worked that out, too?"
"That is correct, Cat Noir."
We turn to find a naked man wearing a blanket like a toga.
"Any minors to come across the scene, whether through digital or physical means, just sees a bunch of people dancing in the street like a flash mob," he turns to me next. "As for why some are distinguished or not, every person knows who they are interacting with, and are doing so consciously. Hell, not even everyone under my power is in the streets. Some of them found closed quarters. Those in the streets had the kink for it. They wanted to be watched. However, not all of them wanted people to know who they are (for obvious reasons). If they aren't comfortable having their identities exposed, they've been modified to those outside of their bubble so they can enjoy the kink without consequences."
"That's… surprisingly insightful for an akuma. Most of you blind yourselves to anything other than your goal," I respond in confusion.
"Yes, well, both Hawkmoth and I agreed on this one. I'm an avid advocate for sexual expression, but only in the correct circumstances. Ones where safety and consent are key. Hawkmoth, despite everything he does to harm people— Yes, I know you can hear me. You chose to be a terrorist. You made your bed, now lay in it— agrees this line was not one we could cross."
The mini argument in the middle made me smirk. His own akuma told him off, rightfully so.
"You-You said consent. No one is being forced to do anything?" Cat cuts in, sounding unsure.
"Of course not! My power doesn't take away free will."
…how does it not take away free will if people are fucking in the streets in broad daylight? They wouldn't normally do that.
"What exactly is your power, if not forcing people to be intimate?"
"Oh, I failed to introduce myself. My name is Heater," the surprisingly polite and lucid akuma bows to us. "My wife has been refusing to have sex for a few weeks, but not giving a reason. My power increases sexual desire. It turns up the heat."
He suddenly has a chalkboard behind him with the guidelines of his power, while Cat Noir and I are suddenly sitting in desks, and he continues to lecture us on his power.
"However, everyone has a choice on whether or not to act on the increased desires, and what setting they wish to act on them in.
If they want to be watched, they're in the streets. If they don't, they're in private. Maybe they're in their cars for a false sense of privacy, liking the risk. Maybe they're in an office, playing out a fantasy. Or maybe they're in their bedroom, wanting a more intimate setting. It's up to them.
It also does not affect anyone under 18, nor does it allow those over 18 to interact with minors. Should anyone try to interact with someone, either nonconsenting or a minor, they experience excruciating pain.
The only exception is for students above the age of consent. If a student that is 18 is in a relationship with someone younger, such as a high school senior dating an underclassman, and they have no desire to explore outside of that relationship, the heat cools, and they go about their day.
If anyone truly does not wish to act on their desires, the same happens. The heat cools.
However, if there is even the smallest hint of want deep in their soul, the inferno will grow until they act on it. All I do is give them the power.
No one can interact with someone who does not wish it, nor will anyone seek someone they do not desire.
Any questions?"
"Why didn't you just ask your wife why she won't have sex with you?" Cat Noir sounds genuinely confused. "Obviously, you were smart enough to have all of these failsafes in place, and they even protect your wife if she really doesn't want to. So why wouldn't you ask her why she hasn't?"
"I tried, and she brushed me off. My powers bring the truth to light. The sexual truth, but the truth nonetheless. Now, I think this lesson has gone on long enough. I'm going to go find my wife. In the meantime," he blows a kiss and disappears.
At first, nothing seems different, apart from the akuma no longer being in sight. Then, I feel as though I've been thrown inside an oven. I'm sweating; my clothes are stifling, and I just want them off. And I'm hornier than I have ever been.
"M-M'Lady…" Cat Noir's voice is low and husky, strained with want. I turn to see him not much better than I am. Our lips collide as we fight to keep our minds lucid. Cat Noir's claws come up to my neck to split my suit apart, slowly trailing down. His lips leave mine, pressing kisses along my jaw.
"He didn't," pant, "really explain," pant, "how to defeat him," I manage to get out as Cat exposes my breasts.
"Fuck, Ladybug." My right-hand palms him through his suit as my left undoes his zipper to relieve some of the heat. I release his length from my grip to push the top of his suit off of his shoulders, exposing his upper body to my hungry gaze. His lips are back on mine, one hand tweaking my nipple as the other slips inside what's left of my suit to get to my heat. I cry out as soon as he makes contact, the fire bearable as long as he is touching me. I remove the top of my suit so my hand is free and reach into his suit for his length. As soon as my hand wraps around him, he pulls away from my lips and rests his head on my shoulder. He strokes lazy circles on my clit as I slowly stroke him, both of us realizing the contact allows us the ability to think.
"O-Okay, so… mmm… obviously we aren't the type who can ignore their de-desires…" Cat trails off, panting into my neck, giving me chills.
"R-right. A-and acting on them let's us think…"
"So… if we reach orgasm… would it satiate us? Or would we have to…" he pauses, "to be able to fight him?"
"I…I don't know."
"Okay… where do you think the akuma is? He didn't have much of…anything on him, really."
"Which means it has to be his blanket. Hopefully he has something on underneath. I would hate to be him when de-akumatized if not."
"M-M'lady…"
"Yeah?"
"Do you…want to try the orgasm theory?"
"I… I think we have to…"
"What if… what if it doesn't work?" He sounds so small…
I take a deep breath. "Then we do what needs to be done."
"I don't want this to be some responsibility! I want us to be together, but when we're ready… Not because some akuma made us." As frustrated as he is, he doesn't become harsher in his circles on my clit. He maintains the slow, barely there circles, teasing me.
"…based on what he said, we won't feel the desire if we aren't ready…"
"But I want it to be special. I want it when we know who we are, when there are no barriers between us."
"…are you going to regret it if it's not?"
"Regret making love to you? Never. Regret not giving you all that you deserve for your first time and for our first time together? …yeah, I might."
"Even if I want it?"
"But you deserve—"
"That's not what I asked." I pull his head off my shoulder with my free hand, holding his face so he has to look me in the eyes. "If I told you I want you, right here, right now, would you deny me?"
"…no."
"I think… that I am ready. But," I cut off his protests before they begin. "I know how much this means to you. And I would never take that choice away from you. You don't want it. So after the orgasm…we should be in the clear, right?"
"…he said any little piece of want will keep the fire going. And I know that I want you. More than anything. I just don't want to have your first time be with someone you don't know…"
"But I do know you. I may not know your name, or your face. What you do outside of the mask. But I know your soul." I press a quick kiss to his lips. "My knight in shining leather."
He laughs a little before looking down. His eyes widen when he sees what we're doing to each other, as if he had forgotten, before quickly looking to the side.
"I can't guarantee that the orgasm will work, Ladybug."
I take a deep breath to settle my nerves before bringing his eyes back to mine.
"If the orgasm doesn't work… if we do have to have sex… we can tell each other who we are."
"But what about—"
"If that's what you want for us, I won't deny you that."
"Ladybug." The seriousness of his voice gets my attention. "Adrien told me you have another reason for not telling me your identity." My heart drops. "He wouldn't say anything beyond that, so don't think he breached your trust, but he wanted me to be aware that there is a reason beyond your normal excuses. I'm not going to force you to tell me who you are just so I'll sleep with you."
"That's not what—"
"If we have to have sex, don't tell me your identity. My little fantasy of our first time doesn't matter if it isn't what you truly want."
"You think I don't want you to know who I am?"
"I think… that you have your reasons for not telling me, and I want to respect those, even if I don't know what they are." I look at him with tear filled eyes.
"I love you."
"I know." He wipes away my tears with a woeful smile before continuing. "I love you, too. Now. Care to make a bet?"
I'm confused but humor him. "What kind of bet?"
"The first person to get the other to orgasm is owed a wish. Doesn't matter what it is or when, but the person who orgasms has to comply (within reason, of course)."
"You're on, Kitty."
I press my lips to his feverishly, my hand stroking him picking up speed while my other scratches at his back, trying to fight the rising pleasure in myself. His circles went from lazy to feverish, but he moved his hand so he can press against my G-Spot at the same time. His other hand plays with my nipple, before he detaches his mouth from mine to find purchase on the breast he neglected. I cry out in pleasure, forgetting to pump him. The hand previously on his dick flies to his hair to hold him against me as I chase my climax. He switches breasts, making sure to love them evenly before kissing his way up to my neck to leave a mark. I gasp as he sinks his teeth into me before tonguing his bite mark. His hand previously on my chest grabs my ass tightly, and I'm thrown over the edge.
"FUCK!" I wail into the night, humping against his hand as he brings me down from my high. He pulls his hand out of my torn suit and licks it clean, grinning.
"Guess I win, bugaboo."
"Shit." I grumble, having forgotten about the bet almost as soon as it started. "Fiiiine. I guess I owe you. Now. Let me get you off, so I can fix my suit and we can go find Heater."
I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth. He fists my hair and takes control, yanking me against him and using my mouth as his own personal fucktoy. My fingers dance down to rub myself, getting aroused by his treatment of me. He looks down at me with lidded eyes, sees me touching myself, and lets go in my mouth, leading me to my second orgasm. I swallow and stand.
"That was quick."
"Well, I was already close. If you hadn't stopped, you probably would have won the bet." He presses a fiery kiss against my lips before pulling away and resting his head on mine. "How do you feel?"
I take a moment to assess myself before answering. "…It's like a simmer compared to the raging fire I felt before. I can think, and function, but the heat is still there. If we take him out quick enough, it might not build to the point we have to fuck. What about you?"
"Right now, I'm in the same boat, but I can't guarantee I'll stay that way if you don't go fix your suit."
"Good point." I look down at my tattered spots and blush before looking at him coyly. "Well at least we know your claws work on my suit for the future."
He swears and looks at me darkly. "Ladybug, you better go fix that fucking suit before I lose all of my self-control." Seeing the promise in his eyes, I swallow and retreat behind a nearby chimney.
I release my transformation and Tikki falls in my hands.
"Where's the akuma?" She asks as I hand her a cookie.
"Not sure. I lost a bet, and now I need to fix my suit so we can go find him."
"What happened to the suit?"
I blush as I grumble, "Cat Noir's claws."
Tikki's tinkering laughter rings through the air.
"Stoooop." I whine like a child. "Just finish your cookie so we can go." She laughs a little more before doing as I asked. I quickly transform and come around the chimney to find Cat Noir fully clothed again.
"Damn. I think I'm going to miss the view." I say, longingly.
"That view is all yours after we defeat the akuma. As happy as the general public sounds, I'm not sure how long the massive orgy lasts. I would assume that the only reason we were able to be done after the one orgasm was because we have the kwami advantage, so we should probably hurry before we also devolve to our baser urges."
I laugh and we split up, trying to cover a wider area.