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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 sit in the Taillevent with Chat Noir enjoying a fantastic meal as you watch the people outside the window prepare for the Bastille day parade. Chat Noir teaches you more about his country and his culture as you laugh and joke and generally enjoy each other's company. You love him, you appreciate him, and he took you out to a very nice restaurant on his dime. You've never been the type to let a good deed go unrewarded, so you concoct a sexy and fun plan. You continue conversing with Chat Noir being genuinely interested in Paris and its history. You "accidentally" drop a piece of silverware on the floor and yank one of your boot laces when you bend down to pick it back up. You ask him how to say a few basic French phrases as you kick off the boot with your other foot. The tablecloth is very long and opaque blocking people from seeing anything through it. Chat has a habit of boasting from time to time. It infuriates Ladybug, but you find it quite charming and in this particular instance... advantageous. You ask him about his finest moments of being a superhero and what his grandest feats were. He happily tells you about his adventures with Ladybug and Viperion as the two of you casually eat your meal. He's right in the middle of telling you a story as you playfully slide your foot between his legs. At first he's a bit startled, until he realizes it's your foot from under that table. "Wh-What are you doing? he quietly asks you in confusion. "Hmm? What do you mean? I'm listening to your story. Can you pass me another piece of jambon-beurre?" you reply as you softly squeeze his penis with your toes. "I-I... I don't mean the story! I mean what... are... you... DOING?!" he repeats looking down at your foot as his penis begins to swell. "Does that mean you're NOT going to pass me the jambon-beurre? Because um... I could... just get it myself." you say leaning forward as you casually take a piece and stroke his penis up and down under the table with your shoeless foot. The staff and other restaurant patrons have no idea what you're doing to the blushing hero under the table, but you do. "You're so bad... we're going to get in trouble." he says as you nonchalantly eat your meal and sip your wine. "I thought you liked trouble." you grin as you feel him become erect through his costume. "Oh... I do... I REALLY do." he pants trying to eat his food as he shudders. "You poor thing. You're trembling. Your blood sugar must be low or something. Do you want a bite of my potatoes dauphinoise?" you ask him as casually as you'd ask for change for a bill. He takes a bite of his cassoulet to stifle a moan and washes it down with a sip of his Romanée-Conti as his hands tremble. "What's wrong, cat got your tounge?" you grin as you run your toes up and down the length of his penis as you feel it throb under the ball of your foot. "You know damn well what's got my tounge!" he says as he breathes heavily. The waitress returns to the table to ask if you need anything else. She's a very pretty young waitress who just happens to not be wearing a bra beneath her white waitress shirt. You hook the steel toe of your boot beneath Chat Noir's chair and pull him closer to the table so you can have more access to his trembling penis with your other foot. You casually ask the waitress questions about Bastille day and the restaurant as you continue playing with Chat's dick underneath the table. It's a bit hot in the restaurant from the kitchen and the waitress tugs on her shirt in an attempt to fan her breasts with the fabric. She undoes a button while she casually converses with you. You ask her questions about the foods that are on the far end of the table forcing her to lean forward in front of Chat's face. He has an excellent view of her tender sweaty breasts and her hardened nipples as you continue to massage his penis under the table with your foot. He attempts to look away, but she's quite beautiful and he's a young guy with a huge erection that was beginning to make the toe of your sock damp. He wasn't NOT going to look. He bites his lip and whimpers trying very hard not to belt out the loud moans that threatened to escape his trembling lips. He tightly grips the table and purrs as you increase your pressure and speed while casually asking the waitress to hand you something from across the table. Her top is wide open directly in front of his face as she struggles to reach the object making her pert breasts jiggle in his face as you continue to squeeze and stroke his now soaking wet penis with your foot. You rub the full length of his penis with the bottom of your foot as Chat Noir lets out an incredibly loud and very lewd moan as you feel his cock explode on the bottom of your foot soaking through your sock and dripping between your toes. The waitress becomes startled and quickly stands back up next to the table as the other patrons gasp and turn to look at the moaning young hero. "Good lord, Chaton! What the hell did you order?" you ask him with an evil grin. "You know EXACTLY what you just did." he says panting heavily and resting his head on the table. The waitress looks at the shuddering cat boy and asks you if he's feeling ill. "My friend has a medical condition. He has a rapid heartbeat. Don't worry, I have his medicine." you nonchalantly inform her as you squeeze the rest of his cum out of his penis with your foot making him twitch.
"I can't believe you did that! Do know how hard it is to get cum out of black fabric? Can I borrow your jacket to tie around my waist or something?" he asks as you glance under the table at the white stain on his crotch. "That's not a complaint I hear, is it?" you ask raising an eyebrow. "N-No, not a complaint. My leg is still shaking. I just don't want to walk around with cum drying on me." he says quietly as he blushes. "I kinda need my jacket." you say flashing him the twin MAC50s you have in your pockets. "Don't worry, I've got a better idea!" you say as you disappear under the table. "Wait! What are you doing now? Oh, god. Don't do THAT!" Chat pleads as you unzip his pants and clean him up with your tounge. "N-No! I can't stay quiet anymore! You're going to make me scream if you lick me there!" he begs as you gently lick and suck him under the table as he stifles an aroused squeal. "Scream? Don't be ridiculous. Aren't you a cat? You should be used to this." you tease him from under the table. "I'm not a REAL cat! I'm a guy in a costume! A guy with a VERY sensitive and overstimulated dick if I might add!" Chat explains as you continue to taste his fluids and watch his penis twitch and begin to harden again. The waitress returns a short while later with the check inquiring about your whereabouts. Chat Noir attempts to answer her but seems to be having trouble speaking. Maybe he's under the weather... or you're under the table. One of the two. You answer her with a loud wet popping sound as you pull Chat's wet erection out of your mouth. "I'm down here! I uh... seem to have dropped my contact lens! It rolled under the table. Damndest thing." you say as you continue to milk your young lover's penis with your hand. "You don't wear contact lenses!" Chat Noir quietly reminds you under his breath as he politely grins at the perplexed waitress. "Wait! I think I got it! It's right... over... here!" you say devilishly as Chat clasps his hands over his mouth muffling another loud moan as another orgasm ripples though his body again making him shudder with pleasure. You finish cleaning up your partner using your sock from earlier to get anything you couldn't lick. You leave the sock off so you don't squish around Paris all day with a soggy boot. "I found it. Is it in straight?" you ask the waitress as you prod at your eyelid with your fingertips as if you wore contacts. "I guess it's in right. I don't really see anything." the waitress tells you as Chat drinks his wine with shaky hands. "It's some new space-age material that's incredibly thin. I barely feel them, and I always seem to lose them under tables." you bullshit her giving Chat Noir a slow wink from across the table as he shakes his head. Chat manages to say something polite to her in French as he pays the bill and struggles to catch his breath before handing her a 100 Euro tip like he did with the sommelier. Chat quietly zips his pants back up and fixes his belt as you help him stand up on his wobbly legs and walk to the door. You're almost out of the restaurant when you see that rude host by the entrance behind a small podium. "Sorry we got off on the wrong foot earlier. Here's a little something for your trouble." you say squishing your cum-soaked sock into his pocket. "Keep the change!" you say with a grin to the horrified snob as you wrap your arm around Chat's shoulder cackling madly as you walk out of the restaurant with him.
"Did you just hand the host your sock with my cum all over it?" he asks as you walk out front and continue down the sidewalk. "That was good, wasn't it? I threw in that foot pun for you too if you picked up on it. I know how you enjoy your puns." you chuckle as you light up a cigarette. "You can be horrible sometimes. Remind me why I love you as much as I do again?" he teases you as he leads the way. "Because I reciprocate your love, I put out constantly, I respect you, and because I do entertaining shit like that sock thing back there or beat people up. We have fun getting stoned together too I might add." you remind him as you follow him smoking your cigarette. "Ok, those are pretty good reasons. Just try to behave today. We're going to the Louvre and if you wreck the place on Bastille day, you'll probably cause some kind of international incident." he warns you as you continue walking. "Hey, relax. I left my grenade launcher at the hotel. I'm sure nothing weird will happen or anything." you tell him as you walk together to the Louvre.
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