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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 climb down the fire escape and out of the alley. You can still hear Ladybug and Chat Noir giggling and playing with each other as you leave. Your heart hurt, but you felt strangely happy. You feel as though you did a good deed helping the young couple hook up with each other. You were glad to be able to give Chat Noir what he truly wanted, yet at the same time you were going to miss him. You decide to head back to the hotel. Maybe you can fuck Chloe to take your mind off of Chat Noir for a while and the police were probably still looking for you. You let out a deep sigh before heading down the road back to Le Grand Paris. You're walking past the park when a strange sound perks up your ears. Was that... music you hear? It sounded like an unplugged electric guitar as if someone was practicing. You follow the sound to the fountain in the center of the park and stop. The music is beautiful but sounds strangely lonely and a little bit sad. It's almost haunting. Whoever was playing was certainly a very talented musician. You walk around the fountain and see the silhouette of a long haired guitarist sitting on top of the tall fountain. You stand there and observe him as his guitar wails a seductive and pleasant melody. His music felt like it was wrapping around your broken heart in a desperate attempt to mend it. You found yourself unable to tear yourself away from the enthralling tune. You try to see the person playing the song, but the moonlight is insufficient to make out their features. They finish playing and let out a deep lonely sigh and look down at you. "Oh. I didn't see you there. I usually play in the park alone to an audience of no one." The musician says jumping off of the fountain and walking into the moons radiant glow. He was an extremely attractive blue haired boy with earrings wearing a denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows over top of a Jagged Stone t-shirt and a pair of tight black jeans that outlined the shape of his penis against his leg under the moonlight. He had a gold bracelet of a snake eating itself on his wrist and wore black fingernail polish. "Hi, my name's Luka." the guitarist says extending his hand to you as you firmly grasp his hand and tell him yours. "That's a cute name, it suits you." Luka says with a friendly smile. "Y-Your music is... amazing." you stutter nervously unsure why you felt nervous all of a sudden. "Thank you. I learned from the master." he says with a sexy grin. "The master? Are you a sub or something?" you ask him curiously. "Uh... s-sub?" he asks as he blushes shyly. "No, I mean the guitar master Jagged Stone. He's my father." Luka clarifies for you. "Your father is Jagged Stone? I'm a friend of his actually. We met last night at his club." you explain to him. "You hang out at my dad's club? I thought you looked like trouble." Luka teases you smiling flirtatiously. "Yeah, I get that a lot." you explain to the pretty blue haired boy. "Hey, um... this might sound a bit forward... but... would you like to go get a beer or something?" Luka asks gritting his teeth nervously afraid of being rejected. "A beer? With you? What god did I please?" you say in an attempt to sound flirty. "Of course I'll have a beer with you, Luka." you say with a happy smile. "Awesome! There's a bar a few blocks over..." Luka begins to say before you quickly interrupt him. "Uh... that's not such a good idea..." you say as you watch a police car speed through the intersection probably looking for you. "Why not? I go there all the time. Some of the locals are a little rowdy, but the beer is cheap." Luka explains. "There was... um... an accident! Monkey escaped from the zoo and wrecked the joint. Roughed up the bartender, broke a bunch of shit... madness!" you explain to the perplexed young rocker. "Oh... I hope everyone's ok." Luka says beginning to walk away. "Would you... um... like to come back to my hotel room? I got drinks there." you ask him cautiously expecting to be denied. "Are you trying to get me to come with you back to your place?" Luka asks with a sly smile as he slings his guitar over his shoulder. "Uh... maybe?" you grit your teeth anticipating imminent rejection. "Sure... I don't see why not." Luka says shrugging his shoulders. "Really? You'd come home with me?" you ask him unsure if you heard him correctly. "Um... you are kind of hot and I don't have any other plans." Luka says winking sexily and playing an upbeat riff on his guitar. "Sold!" you say with a happy smile. "Lead the way, pretty eyes." He says playing his guitar as you walk back to the hotel.
You stand in front of Le Grand Paris looking up at the tall building. "This is the place." you explain to your blue haired new friend. "You live in Chloe's hotel?" Luka asks curiously. "It's not Chloe's hotel, it's Mayor Bourgeois'. And I'm only living here for a little while. I have to go back to my home country on Sunday." you explain. "You're not a Paris local I take it. What country are you from anyway?" Luka asks you as you explain your homeland. "I hear that's a pretty rough country. Especially in the poorer areas." he replies. "You have no idea, Luka." you say with mild annoyance at your country's violent history. "Hey, you're in Paris now. Leave your troubles at home." Luka says making you burst out into laughter. "What's so funny?" he asks slightly puzzled. "You just remind me of this surfer guy I know back home." you answer in between laughs. You hear a police siren in the distance. "We should probably get inside, Luka." you say walking quickly toward the door. "Are you in some sort of trouble?" he asks you cautiously. "No, but we probably don't want to get mixed up in their shit." you say entering the lobby and holding the door open for him. He shrugs and follows you tuning his guitar as he walks. Luka seemed like a pretty laid-back guy that was probably a little stoned. You hit the button for the elevator and wait for it to reach the lobby. "Sorry, sometimes it takes a while. Tall building." you explain to the handsome musician. "Anticipation... Anticipation... Is makin' me late. Is keepin' me waitin'." Luka sings as he plays his guitar waiting for the lift. "Is that Carly Simon?" you ask him as he responds with only a sexy wink. He made you feel giddy and lightheaded. The elevator doors open with a loud ding. You both enter the elevator and Luka starts playing Aerosmith on his guitar and singing. "Love in an elevator. Livin' it up when I'm goin' down! Love in an elevator. Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground!" as the elevator ascends. "That was magnificent, but there's only one problem." you inform Luka. "What's that? Didn't I play it right?" he asks checking his guitar strings. "You played it perfectly, but the elevator is going up, not down." you point out to him. He responds with a cheeky grin and plays the lick from Stairway to Heaven. "I have a feeling I'm going to have fun with you, aren't I?" you ask him with a chuckle. "I hope so." he teases you as the elevator reaches the top floor and you unlock the door with your keycard. "Make yourself at home. I got a little brandy and some excellent wine leftover from the other night. I got some of your dad's weed too." you explain to him casually removing the shotgun from your coat so you can take it off. Luka lets out a scream of terror and cowers behind his guitar. "Luka? Are you ok?" you ask the trembling boy. "Don't fuckin' shoot me! If you want money, my dad will pay you whatever ransom you want! Just please don't hurt me!" Luka shouts in absolute fear. "Ransom? What the fuck are you..." you begin to say as you notice the 12 gauge Mossberg in your hand and make the connection. From Luka's perspective, someone he just met less than an hour ago pulled a high-powered shotgun on him. His father is a famous rock star. Luka thinks you're a kidnapper or a thug. "Luka... this isn't for you." you say pointing at the Mossberg and setting it down on a table. "I keep it for... protection." you explain to him as he continues to tremble not seeming to be convinced. "Here. Now YOU have the upper hand." you say holding the shotgun by the barrel and handing it to him putting the muzzle over your heart. Luka looks up and sees the shotgun in his hand is pointed directly at your chest. "Wh-What are you..." Luka begins to ask as you finish his sentance for him. "You could kill me instantly if you pull the trigger. Do you trust me now?" you ask him keeping the muzzle pressed against your chest. "I-I'm sorry.... I-I just thought...." Luka sniffles relaxing slightly. "You thought I was going to try to shakedown your dad for money? Possibly kill you?" you ask him already knowing his answer. Luka gives you a tearful shrug unsure of what your intentions were. "Here. I'll unload it." you say as you pump out the shells hand him the gun and put your hands up to show that you're unarmed. "Now how about that drink?" you ask him as he wipes his eyes and relaxes a little more. "I-I'd like that." Luka says managing a small quivering smile. You get up and pour Luka a tall glass of the brandy Jean brought over last night. "Here, calm down. I didn't bring you here to hurt you." you explain as you hand him the drink and put your hand on his knee to comfort the terrified rocker. He looks down at his knee and up into your eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm being too forward." you say removing your hand from his leg and pouring yourself a drink. "No, no! It's fine! I-I'm sorry I got scared. I thought you might have been with Le Milieu or something." Luka explains taking a sip of his drink with trembling hands and calming down considerably. "Le Milieu?" you ask him curiously. "Right, you're not from around here. Le Milieu is the French mafia." he explains taking another sip of his drink. "I didn't know France had a mafia." you say taking the weed out of the nightstand drawer. "There are mafias all over the world. France, Russia, Italy, England, China, Mexico..." Luka says rattling off various countries. "Can I ask you something? Is there a reason my gun scared you as much as it did? Did something happen to you, Luka?" you ask him curiously as you break up some weed. "I don't want to talk about it." he replies looking down at his shoes. "Ok, nevermind. Forget I mentioned it. Do you have any rolling papers on you?" you ask breaking up the weed. "That I do have." Luka says with a small smile handing you a pack of Zig-Zags. You twist up a fat joint and pass it to him. "Since I accidentally scared the shit out of you, take the first hit." you say with a friendly smile. Luka nods a polite thank you and lights the joint taking a large hit deep into his lungs. "Yep. That's dad's weed alright." he says holding in the smoke and passing it to you. "Yeah, he seemed cool. I like his accent." you say as you hit the joint and pass it back. "Dad spent a lot of time on the road and picked up that cockney accent during a tour of England. It just kinda stuck." he explains to you taking a drink of brandy and a hit of the joint. "Well I bloody think it's tits." you tease him poorly imitating his father's accent. "Yeah, my dad sounds like Vinnie Jones now and I honestly don't mind." Luka laughs. "All right, son: roll them guns up, count the money, and put your seat belt on." you say with a chuckle. "I love Lock Stock." Luka smiles passing you the joint becoming more relaxed and comfortable around you. "You know you can take your coat off, Luka. I'm obviously not going to shoot you or try anything." you say sipping your drink and chasing it with a puff of the joint. Luka nods and takes off his denim jacket. "I appreciate that you're not going to shoot me, but I wouldn't mind if you did try something." he says regaining his nerve and becoming flirtatious again. "Well, Luka... there is one thing I was curious about." you say as you pass him the joint and sip your brandy. "Oh? What's that?" he asks you curiously. "Um... does the carpet match the drapes?" you ask looking at Luka's bright blue hair. He looks down at the rug before looking at the curtains on the windows obviously not understanding you. You slap your forehead and laugh loudly nearly spilling your drink. "I-I... don't get it." Luka says furrowing his brow in confusion. "Nothing, Luka. Forget I said anything." you chuckle as you steal a glance at his penis bulge through his tight jeans. He notices you looking as he pieces it together. "Carpet match the drapes? Oh! You mean my..." he begins to say as you look him in the eyes and tap the tip of your nose with your fingertip. "You know, if you wanted to see my dick... all you had to do was ask." Luka says standing up from his chair and slowly unzipping his pants.
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