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Aventure Amoureuse	By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for adults. Miraculous Ladybug and its characters are not mine, and are the property of ZAG-inc. I make no profit from this and all characters are 18+.

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You watch Adrien shudder as he sobs uncontrollably. Sometimes you liked to get a bit rough with your lover, but at the end of the day you still loved him. You would never be as rough with him as Odette was. You can tell that she did more than just psychological damage to him as you watch a trickle of blood drip town his leg. She had either torn him, or ruptured something inside of him. You had to get him the fuck out of this place. Jean-Paul walks up to you with a cocky smile as he extinguishes his cigarette on your forehead making you wince in pain. "Did you enjoy the show? Your little girlfriend seemed to love it. Look at his blood and cum on the floor. Tell me foreigner... are we having fun yet?" he smirks at you. "Go fuck yourself, Jean-Paul!" you say as you spit in his face. "You're a feisty little bitch, aren't you?" Jean-Paul says as he calmly wipes your spit from his eye and backhands you with his pistol knocking the chair backwards and making you hit your head on the concrete. "Ugh! Motherfucker!" you groan as you look up at the ceiling. "You've cost me money, and you've disrespected me. Here's what's gonna happen: You have exactly 24 hours to deliver me the money I've lost because of you. A million Euros should cover it. I don't give a fuck how you get it, but you have a day to bring it to me. I'm going to hold onto your boyfriend here as collateral until you return. Odette probably wants to play with him some more. If you're late, she's going to start snipping pieces off of him, do you understand?" Jean-Paul says as he presses his wingtip into your throat as you lay on your back and Adrien watches helplessly. "Yeah... I understand. 24 hours." you gasp as he removes his foot from your neck and the gunman picks you and your chair back up off of the floor. "Don't be late... or your boyfriend is going to become your girlfriend." Odette cackles as she roughly yanks Adrien's penis making him scream in pain. "Please stop. Leave him alone, you sadistic bitch!" you snarl at her helplessly. "Leave him alone? WRONG! He's my toy until Mr. Francisci wants him dead. I'm just getting started." She smirks as she cuts off the rest of Adrien's clothes with her stilleto and writes: "baise trou" around his mouth in with a permanent marker. "What are you doing to him?" you ask as she puts the cap back onto the marker. "That's right. You can't read French, can you? It says fuck hole. I thought some of Le beaux voyous might enjoy his tender mouth." she smirks at you as she gestures the mobsters to do whatever they want to your sobbing bound lover. "I'll remember you." you growl at her sternly as you watch a large man in a black suit stuff his penis down Adrien's throat. "You should. I'm Mistress Odette. I'm very well known." she smirks at you as you watch the man grip Adrien's hair and roughly fuck his throat. "Time to go earn some money." the gunman says as he unties you from the chair. "You motherfuckers." you say as you rub your wrists and stand up. "Don't be a hero. Heroes die." the gunman says as he presses the double-barrelled shotgun into your back and you helplessly watch Odette fuck Adrien in his ass with her strap-on again. "The clock is ticking. You have 24 hours before we hack your man into chunks and dump him into the English channel. I'd hurry up if I were you." Jean-Paul smirks as he gestures to the exit. "I'll get your fucking money. Please go easy on him. Hang in there, baby." you say to Jean-Paul before you glance over at Adrien gagging on the large man's dick. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you." Jean-Paul says as the man with the cellphone walks you to the door and you exit the warehouse. "Slimy motherfuckers." you grumble as the metal door slams shut behind you. You have 24 hours to find a million Euros or you and Adrien are dead.
You walk back from the docks trying to retrace your steps to Adrien's Chevelle. You hope that it was still parked under the tree in the parking lot and the mobsters didn't torch it or steal it. You've never felt so helpless in your life. It was bad enough that Adrien was brutally abused, but it was even worse that you had to look him in the eyes and watch it happen. The terror in his eyes will haunt you until the end of your days. If you actually manage to get him out of that warehouse alive, you'll never stop holding him ever again. You have no choice but to leave him in the custody of the monstrous French mafia. When all is said and done, you'll make sure that heads will roll for this. This wasn't just petty vandalism and a few thefts anymore, this was a full-blown mob war. "Psst! Where is my master?" you hear Plagg say from an alley. "I lost him, Plagg." you say as you continue walking. "Wait, slow down! What do you mean that you lost him? Is he dead?" Plagg says as he flies into your face. "No. He just wishes that he was." you say as you push the kwami out of the way and continue retracing the route back to the car. "Aren't you going to rescue him?" Plagg asks. "I can't yet. Where's Aru?" you ask the kwami. "I'm here, master! I was following behind Plagg. Something is troubling you, we can sense it. Adrien isn't doing well, is he?" Aru growls with concern. "That's putting it mildly, Aru." you explain as you hold open your jacket and let the kwamis fly into your pockets. "I can sense my master. He's in pain, and EXTREMELY upset. What happened to him?" Plagg asks. "I don't want to talk about it." you explain trying to hold back tears while you see Adrien's traumatized face in your mind. "Master, I sense that you're mentally unwell. Moreso than usual I mean. Please talk to us." Aru growls with worry. "I don't have time for that. I have 24 hours to find a million Euros or you'll need to find a new Lycaon and Chat Noir." you explain as you walk back to the parking lot and luckily see Adrien's Chevelle SS still parked under the tree. "Uh... you might want to walk, or call a taxi." Plagg warns you. "Why? What's wrong with Adrien's car?" you ask as you get closer to the seemingly undamaged Chevelle. "Those ruffians attempted to vandalise it. Our magic was able to protect it from damage, but we weren't able to protect it from the mess." Aru growls as he gags a little. You walk around to the driver's side door and look into the window. The pungent smell of urine hits you like a punch in the face. The interior is littered with empty cans of the Kronenbourg that you bought and someone took a fresh shit on Adrien's dashboard. You glare at the kwamis as you survey the ruined interior of the car. "We couldn't stop them. We hid under the seats until they left and then went to find you and my master." Plagg explains as he hangs his head. "This isn't over. Adrien loves this car. We went through a lot of shit to get this heap running again. I'll be goddamned if a pack of mafia frogs is going to get away with this. Get in the fucking car." you command as you open the door and urine splashes your feet. You take off your jacket and lay it on the driver's seat and sit on top of it with a wet squish. "Ugh. It fucking stinks in here." Plagg complains. "Shut the fuck up, Plagg. Get me a napkin out of the glovebox." you say as you leave the driver's side door open to air out some of the piss stench. "A napkin?" Plagg asks you. "Yeah, you heard. It's an American car, I'm sure there's napkins in the glovebox. They probably say Burger King on them." you say as you stare at the turd above the steering wheel. Plagg opens the glovebox and quickly locates a stack of fast food napkins. "They say Taco Bell on them, does it matter?" Plagg asks as he hands you a stack of napkins. "No, Plagg. I just know how Americans are. I'm actually surprised they're not burger napkins in a Chevy." you chuckle for the first time since before your run-in with Le Milieu and scoop the shit off of the dashboard and toss it out of the car. You wipe up the remainder of the shit with the rest of the napkins and swear in your native tongue. "I know you well enough to know that you're the type of person to hold a grudge. This is one of those times, isn't it?" Plagg asks you. "Big time. Hand me my cigarettes and whatever alcohol is left." you tell the kwamis as you shut the driver's side door. "Here, my friend." Plagg says as he hands you half a bottle of whiskey. "Thanks, man. To Adrien." you say as you chug the whiskey and toss the empty bottle out of the window. "We're going to save him?" Aru asks. "Yes. Or die trying. Where are the keys?" you say to Aru as you belch loudly and pat your sternum with your fist as the whiskey burns your nostrils. "Here. They threw them onto the roof. If there's one thing us canines are good at... it's fetching things." Aru growls as he drops Adrien's keys into your hand. You examine the pawprint keyring. Adrien's house and Chevelle keys were on the ring, as well as several other unknown keys. One of them looked like a locker key. "Thank you. Both of you." you say to the kwamis as you start up the Chevelle with a loud roar and turn on the radio. You change the radio station to Turbo Lover by Judas Priest and slam the accelerator into the floor making the tires squeal and smoke as you race out the parking lot in a rage.
You dial Luka on your cellphone. "Hey, cutie! Was there something you needed? Ow! Relax, babe! I was only being friendly!" Luka answers as you hear Ladybug punch him in the background. "Good evening, pretty eyes. I have an emergency. Can I come talk to you? I'm sorry that it's so late." you say to your handsome friend. "An emergency? What kind of emergency? Did you run out of lube or weed?" he cackles over the phone as you hear Ladybug cough in the background. "I wish that's all it was. Listen, man. I'm serious. I'm in a lot of trouble right now." you explain to him. "Yeah, no shit. There's no way that you didn't notice your wanted posters. By the way, is that Priest in the background? I knew there was a reason that we got along so well." Luka says as you hear him take a bong rip and hold it in. "Yeah, don't worry about that. I got a way to fix that problem too. Right now it's more urgent than that. Are you home? I'm getting close to your house." you explain as you screech around a corner. "What's that? It's hard to hear you. Some Ricain dickhead is racing around the city like a bat out of hell! Fucking spoiled tourists. I don't know why they insist on having their cars shipped here from the states instead of just renting a car while they're here. Idiots." he grumbles as you get closer to Jagged's houseboat. "Is it a black car with fat tires and chrome blowers sticking out of the hood?" you chuckle as you turn onto his block. "Yeah, why? Do you know them?" Luka shouts into the phone over the roar 454 big block parked out front of his house. "Yeah, I kinda do. That tourist is me. I'm not an American, but the car is." you shrug as you shut off the engine and hang up the phone. "Come on, guys. Stay hidden." you say as you exit the car and hide the kwamis in the pockets of your cargo jeans. "Cherry ride, my friend! Is that Adrien's car?" Luka asks as he walks out front without a shirt and covered with some type of multicolored paint on himself. "Yeah, I got it running. I gotta talk to you, man. It's important! By the way, what is that shit all over your chest?" you say to the shirtless rocker. "Oh, this? It's a little bit of edible body paint. Ladybug licked most of it off. It's nice to see that you got your man's car running again. Where is he, anyway? I'm surprised that he's not with you. He loves you and that gas-guzzler." he chuckles happily until he sees the desperate look on your face. "Luka... please. We need to talk." you say shakily as you sniffle and hold back a torrent of tears and screaming. "There's something that you're not telling me, isn't there? Please, come in. We'll go to my room and talk." Luka says as he puts his arm around your neck and leads you into his houseboat.
You walk inside with Luka. You try to ignore the fact that he smelled sexy. You haven't been this close to him since he fucked you atop of the Eiffel tower on Bastille day. Adrien was in trouble. This isn't the time to be thinking about sex, but Luka smelled REALLY good. Some kind of nice cologne mixed with sex and weed. It was a unique combination of odors that mixed together quite well. "You smell nice, Luka." you say politely as he walks you downstairs toward his bedroom. "No offense, but I wish that I could say the same about you. Have you been drinking? You smell like whiskey and piss." he grimaces as he sniffs you. "I have been drinking. The piss isn't mine though." you grumble as you smell yourself. "Um... is that supposed to make it better? I didn't know that you and Adrien were into watersports. Just for future reference, you should probably shower when you're done though." Luka says in a polite tone. "We're NOT into watersports. No one pissed on me, someone pissed in Adrien's car!" you explain. "Oh... shit! No wonder Adrien's not with you! He got locked up for beating someone's ass! How much is his bail? Is his dad going to pay it?" Luka says as you pass by Juleka in the hallway. "That's not what happened, Luka! Hey, Juleka. Sorry again about the tooth." you say to them. "Um... like hey. It's like... cool or whatever. You saved me from the cock monster, so we'll call it even. Just like... don't let it happen again. I totally bought a new dagger." Juleka says as she shows you a curved dagger with a tiger on the handle. "Sick dagger, Juleka." you smile at her. "I'm Wiccan, so I needed one for my altar. It's very sharp, and if you ever hit me again it's going into your eye socket." she warns you. "Ok, relax. I understand. I hit you by accident, remember?" you say to the goth girl. "Juleka? Are you coming back to bed?" you hear Rose say as she sticks her head out of Juleka's bedroom. Her hair was all messy and she was covered in Juleka's lipstick. "Hello, Rose. Nice to see you again." you smirk at her as you glance at her naked body behind the door. "H-Hi!" she squeals nervously as she politely waves at you as her face reddens and she gestures Juleka back over. "See you around. Rose is mousy, but insatiable." Juleka smirks as she waves you and Luka goodbye and goes into her bedroom making Rose moan loudly. "Heh. As you can see, Rose is spending the night." Luka chuckles as you both enter his bedroom and see Marinette walking around wearing a black bra and nothing else. "Is everything ok, babe?" Marinette asks as she sees that Luka's not alone and quickly covers her vagina with her hands. "Everything's fine from this angle." Luka whistles at the bottomless girl. You notice that her face and body are covered in the same bodypaint as Luka, but the paint around her crotch was mostly licked away. "Dude! Not cool! Ladybug is a nice girl! We have our ups and downs sometimes, but she's my friend! She'd kick your ass if she knew that you were cheating on her! Marinette, I know both of your parents and I'm sure that they taught you better than this!" you scold the duo unaware of why Marinette was having sex with Luka when he's dating Ladybug. "Did you come here to bitch at us while you're drunk? Or did you need my help with something?" Luka asks sounding annoyed. "You're right. It's not my business who you stick your dick into, but you should be honest with Ladybug." you sigh as you shake your head. "Er... it was... a three-way! Ladybug just left to go get... um... more wine!" Marinette says nervously as she wraps Luka's pot leaf blanket around her waist. "Yes! Ladybug's bi, and she has a crush on Marinette!" he says as he assissts Marinette in her lie. "Should I wait for her? Maybe she should hear this too." you explain as you sit in Luka's chair. "Uh... that won't be necessary. She went to a pub on the other side of Paris for a um... very specific wine. She'll be gone for a while." Marinette explains as Luka nods in agreement. "Fine, whatever. Listen... something's happened to Adrien. I really hate to ask you for this, but... I need a loan." you ask Luka with a sigh. "Ha! I knew the little hothead got himself busted! How much is his bail?" he chuckles as he pulls out his wallet and you mumble at him. "I'm sorry? I didn't catch that. How much?" Luka asks raising an eyebrow. "A million Euros. I need it in one day." you tell him as you look down at your feet and Marinette gasps and covers her mouth making the blanket fall off and exposing her pussy. "That's cute. Seriously, how much is his bail?" he chuckles as Marinette blushes and wraps the blanket around herself again. "I'm not joking, Luka. I need a million Euros in 24 hours or Adrien is dead. It's not for bail. I owe it to Le Milieu." you explain as you lean your elbows on your knees and nervously tug at your hair. "If that's a joke, it's not funny. Le Milieu isn't anything to joke about. Do you remember our conversation back at the hotel when we had sex? I had a run-in with them once. They held me hostage and demanded that my father pay them a million Euros too. Luckily the Gendarmeries came to rescue me. Please don't joke about things like that with me." Luka says seriously. "I'm not joking, Luka. I wish that I was. They're fucking him right now as we speak... th-they made me watch! He's bleeding and crying and there's nothing that I can do! You're rich, right? I need to borrow a million Euros, and I swear that you'll get it back! I'll do anything... I'll let you or Ladybug do anything you want to me! I don't care about myself anymore! I'm running out of time! He's dead if I don't pay them." you explain shakily. Telling them your story brought the trauma back to the forefront of your mind again. You could see Adrien's face and terror that you felt. "Where is he?" Luka asks you in a calm tone, but you could tell that he was furious. So was Marinette. Adrien was their friend, and they knew more about Le Milieu than you did. "He's in a warehouse by the docks." you tell your friends. "How many guns do you have?" he asks you. "I have a decent arsenal as long as it wasn't stolen. If it has been, I can easily get more guns. Why?" you ask him curiously.
"Because we're going to war." Luka says angrily.
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