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Ladybug and Chat Noir were stuck. The akuma had stuffed them down one of the giant pipes it had erected around the city and tightened it around them.
“Maybe I can climb up?” Ladybug suggested from where she was pressed against Chat Noir’s chest. Chat wished he could properly enjoy the feeling of her so close to him, but there were other things to worry about right then. At least that is what he was trying to remind his errant genitalia. Beautiful women wiggling against him was not an excuse for an awkward boner, at least not when there was an akuma on the loose.
“Climb up what?” Focusing on a solution out of this mess before his dick won the battle with his head was the only thing he could do right now.
“You, I guess.” She shrugged.
He choked. “You want to climb me?”
“I’m smaller and we need to reach the top. I could probably reach the top if I stood on your shoulders.”
Chat swallowed. This didn’t seem like the best idea to him. “Why not use your yo-yo?”
“There isn’t exactly enough room to swing it.” She gave her arm a wiggle where it was caught between his arm and the wall. “Just help me get up on your shoulders so I can grab the top. Then I will send the yo-yo down and get you.”
It was a solid plan. But he couldn’t help but feel like the process would end up being more difficult than she made it sound. But she was always right, so he agreed.
They wiggled awkwardly until her arms were at his shoulders and his were by his waist. The discomfort caused by multiple accidental jabs to the stomach kept his mind away from the gutter, even with Ladybug moving against him.
“Okay. I’m gonna try to pull myself up using your shoulders. Can you help lift me? The positioning is too awkward for me to get leverage.” She explained, no nonsense.
“Uh, sure.” He hesitated, trying to figure out how to lift her. He put his hands on her hips and tried to gently lift her but it was too awkward of a position to have any leverage. Shit. There was only one way to get enough leverage to lift her. He put his hands underneath her butt. “Sorry.” He muttered.
She giggled nervously but didn’t say anything. He felt pressure on his shoulders as she began to push herself up and he added by lifting her from below.
He tried not to focus on the firmness of her ass as he gripped it. It felt very nice. Very nice. He had spent so long admiring it from a distance and now he was actually touching it. Shit shit shit, he might be losing the fight against the impending erection.
Suddenly, and without warning, the pipe they were stuck in seemed to narrow. They were pushed significantly closer and they both gasped in surprise. Well, she gasped and he tried to but it was muffled.
By Ladybug’s boobs.
They were in his face. His face was pressed against Ladybug’s boobs. He was definitely losing the fight against his erection.
“Sorry.” Ladybug said, breathily. Damn, her voice was so hot.
After a second of readjusting, she continued squirming her way up and he felt his face pressed against her stomach. That was nice. Her abs felt very nice.
“Fuck.” She muttered. He snapped out of his admiration to try to look up at her. That was kind of useless because all he could see was the underside of her Lady-boobs. Not a bad view. “Sorry, this it too tight. I’m going to use your head.”
“What?” He asked, distracted. Before he could process what was happening she put her hands on his head and started to wiggle upwards again.
He closed his eyes and prayed he wouldn't end up with his face in her crotch for more than a second. He couldn't handle that right now.
Apparently there was no god, because right as the juncture of her legs was wiggling past his face the pipe tightened again.
Fuck. He could smell her. This was way beyond inappropriate. There was only her extremely breathable suit (his at least didn't come with underwear, he wasn't sure about hers) between his mouth and her. . . her vulva.
Yeah, there was no chance of preventing that erection now. It strained painfully in his restrictive suit.
Ladybug made a small squeak above him. He tried to apologize but all he ended up doing was move his mouth against her. “Ah.” She said under her breath. “That’s. . . nng.”
The smell got stronger. Fuck. Was she . . . turned on? He knew he should stop and try to move away from her as much as he could and try to get out of here. But that sound she made. It was so nice. He moved his mouth again, giving her a little kiss on her. . . her labia? Her clit? He wasn’t exactly the most experienced but he had watched enough porn to know the general area.
She moaned quietly and her arms trembled. “Chat. . .” she said.
Was this too much? Would she be mad at him when they finally got out of here? Her voice sure didn’t sound like she wanted him to stop. He kissed her again, this time moving his lips a little more.
Her thighs tightened around his head and she moaned again, louder this time. Fuck, this was amazing. He was pleasuring Ladybug. He could smell her arousal, even feel it in the way the suit seemed to slip against her. There was a small part of his mind that said that this was not the time or place for this, but that was largely blocked out by the lust cloud. He moved his mouth against a hard nub that he was 90% sure was her clitoris.
Ladybug began to move her hips, moving against his mouth, her hand twisted in his hair. Apparently he was right. He began focusing his attentions on that nub and was rewarded with the most beautiful sounds spilling out of her mouth.
A loud clang brought him back to his senses. He jolted and smacked his head against the pipe behind him. At the same time Ladybug’s thighs tightened painfully around his head and she yelped. It seemed like she had also smacked her head. She loosened her thighs and slid down until his face was pressed safely against her stomach.
After a second Ladybug cleared her throat. “So, I am going to try to get out again.”
“O-okay.” Chat croaked. His legs felt shaky from the suddenness of the interruption as well as nerves from what they had just been doing. They were going to have to address that soon, right? They could pretend all those other times they ended up in compromising positions didn’t happen but this was too much. He actually put his mouth on her pussy, and she responded positively. That wasn’t like all those four years of almost-kisses that she laughed off in the past.
He kept his head firmly turned as she finished climbing onto his shoulders. When she finally climbed up and sent the yoyo down, he had mostly calmed down enough to fight the akuma. Mostly. He wasn’t sure if he would ever calm down completely when he could remember the smell of her arousal and the sounds of her moans.
Upon the akuma’s inevitable defeat, Ladybug gave him his congratulatory fist bump and then hesitated.
“Um. So.” She blushed and looked away.
“Uh, yeah.” He responded.
Her earring beeped and she looked relieved. “So, I got to go, but we should probably talk later.”
“Yes. Definitely.” Chat sighed with relief that she wasn’t going to try to ignore this. But as she swung away and he ran back home he started to panic. They were actually going to have to talk about what just happened. He was screwed.