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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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Eventually, you end your loving embrace with Chat Noir and wipe the tears from his eyes as you gaze deeply into them. "Forever, Chaton. Never forget." you confidently tell him. "Forever... thank you, my amour." he says as he wipes a tear from yours as well. "The day is still young and it's a holiday. How about we go get a stiff drink to drown our sorrows, and enjoy the rest of Bastille day together? How does that sound to you?" you ask your trembling lover with a warm and loving smile. "Yes... I'd like that. I want to have fun with you while I still can." Chat says as he sniffles and wipes his eyes. You put your arm around your lover, and walk him down the Pont des Arts. He clings to you tightly, leading you towards the festivities. You walk together past all the blue, white, and red decorations. There were lots of miniature Eiffel towers everywhere. Some of the outdoor restaurants and bars had them on tables, Tom and Sabine were standing next to a large cake shaped like one too. Tom seemed to be beaming with pride at his latest creation with a wide happy smile. Tom's furry moustache enhanced the smile making it look even more pleasant and fatherly. Sabine politely waves at the two of you happily as you both return her wave with a friendly smile. "So where do you want to go first? You've celebrated more Bastille days than I have, Chaton." you say taking your arm off his shoulder so you can light up a coffin nail. "Well... I could use a drink. Maybe we'll start off light with a beer or some wine, than maybe we'll get a snack and you can try something new, there's a parade starting soon that you'd love, fireworks aren't until later tonight, we should definitely check out the fireman's balls too and go dancing!" he says enthusiastically before he realizes he's walking alone and talking to himself. Chat turns around to see you leaning against a streetlight cackling with hysterical laughter. "Wh-What? What is it? Did I say something funny?" he asks with a small smile wanting in on the joke that made you laugh so hard. "Y-You... you want to ch-check out the fireman's balls? Why not check out your own? You're limber! I'm sure you could reach!" you say before bursting into another raucous fit of laughter. "Really? Am I in love with a chainsmoking, heavily-armed, toddler now? Fireman's balls? Seriously?" he sighs as he watches you double over as your sides get sore and your eyes water with laughter. "I'm sorry, Chaton. It was just the way you said it. I never expected the words fireman's balls to come out of your mouth." you say howling with laughter. "They're... they're not LITERALLY fireman's balls. They're not the testicles of the firemen! They're parties or BALLS held in our firehouses. Don't you listen to AC/DC? You never heard that song Big Balls before? That's basically what the fireman's balls are! As a matter of fact, they usually play that song at least once at the ball as a joke on tourists and guests!" Chat explains to you between your snickers. "I'm sorry, Chaton. I'm not meaning to laugh at your culture or anything, you just caught me by surprise is all. Fireman's balls. Yours are cuter anyway, like two little acorns." you say smiling and kissing his now blushing cheek. "Acorns? Are you trying to upset me?" he frowns. "No, no. Not at all. I think they're cute. I never did get a good look at them from the back though." you say smoking your cigarette and giving him a sexy smile. "I can't believe I'm doing this for you. You better know I love you!" Chat says walking into an alley so he's out of sight of the crowd and turns his back to you. He pulls his costume pants down to his thighs and bends over showing you the back of his testicles and his adorably tiny anus. You take a moment to drink in his body as you take a drag of your cigarette. You slowly admire his balls and his ass and notice the head of his penis sticking out behind them. You smile and drag your finger across the back of his scrotum with your fingertip sending a chill up his spine and making him jump. "Aah! Don't DO that! It feels weird when you touch me there!" he says quickly pulling up his pants and shivering. "Weird sensations are usually fun sensations. That just means you haven't explored that part of your body enough yet. Wait until we get back, I'm going to lick you there later." you growl as you take his hand and lead him back to the sidewalk. "Alright, but LATER. I Still would like to get a drink. I'll race you to the beer tent!" he grins. "Chat if I were younger and didn't smoke, you'd be on. I can't run like that anymore." you tell him as you casually stroll to the beer tent. "Nonsense! That's not good enough! Come on!" he says grabbing your wrist and running forcing you to drop your cigarette and run too. "Aww, man!" you say as you look back to see someone step on your cigarette as they walk by. Chat arrives at the beer tent without even breaking a sweat as you gasp and pant heavily from the impromptu cardio. "Let me get two, please. One for me, and one for that pretty one over there in the biker jacket!" Chat grins leaning on the bar pointing his thumb behind him at you. "Pretty one, huh? How many of these have you had today?" the bartender says pouring two beers from the tap. "Wanna see how hard a superhero can punch?" Chat smirks at the bartender. "No, that's alright. Apologies. They're actually quite striking!" the bartender says realizing Chat Noir doesn't appreciate his humor. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Chat says as he pays the bartender and walks over to you with the plastic cups of beer in his hands. "Here. It's Kronenbourg. You'll like it." he smiles handing you one of the plastic cups. "Thanks, Chaton. I'll race you this time!" you say drinking your beer in one gulp and balancing the empty cup on your forehead like a seal as Chat Noir attempts to drink his as fast as he can. "Ok... point taken. We each have our own strengths and weaknesses." he gasps before belching loudly. "That was a loud burp for such a thin body." you tease him. "Excusez-moi." he says putting his hand over his mouth and blushing. "I'll go get us some more. You spent too many Euros on me already." you say walking over to the bartender. "Two please. One for me and one for the cat with the cute ass over there." you ask pointing at Chat Noir. "Um... I really don't care about your boyfriend's ass. Here's your beer." the bartender says as you pay him. "You're not a real sunny person, are you? I'll bet you have lots of friends." you grin as you walk back to Chat Noir. "Are we racing again?" Chat asks looking determined and rubbing his hands together. "Not this time. I want to do something special. Hold your beer up for a second." you say as you hand him his beer. You link arms with him wrapping your arm around his as you both drink your beers and kiss. "We do that with wine here. Well, I don't but lovers do." Chat says shyly. "We still have time, Chaton. We'll have some wine and do that. I promise." you smile at him as you toss out your empty cups. "Come on, let's go check out the military parade! I want to see some tanks!" Chat beams happily. "You're like a big kid with those plastic army men, aren't you?" you tease your excited lover. "Aren't you the same one that was just laughing at balls earlier? You're not exactly the bastion of maturity yourself, are you?" he retorts with a smirk. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're fun when you drink?" you smile at the witty young hero. "Yeah, some cute foreigner in a leather jacket said it to me once or twice." he replies attempting to be charming and succeeding fabulously. "Come on, let's go see your tanks." you say giving him a kiss before he leads you over to the parade.
"Interested in our military, are you?" A man's voice says from within the crowd of people. You turn around and see Jean dressed like some sort of commando. "Jeano? What's with the get up? Not very festive, is it? Don't get me wrong, the Colonel Trautman costume is cool and all, but isn't it a bit hot for that?" you ask him curiously. "Colonel Trautman? That's kind of funny. It's actually Commander." Jean says showing you some of his patches on his uniform. There's one that's a blue circle with a gold crossbow in the center, with something written in French in gold letters. "I didn't know you were a member of SOC!" Chat exclaims sounding slightly intimidated by Jean. "What is sock?" you ask curiously. "No, my friend. It's not sock, it's SOC. Special Operations Command. We're like the French equivalent of the British SAS or the Russian Spetsnaz." Jean explains just as politely as if he were wearing his butler uniform. "Basically, don't piss Jean off... EVER!" Chat Noir says to you looking a little scared. "Don't be afraid, Chat Noir. Just because I can kill someone seventeen different ways with a serving spoon doesn't mean that I'm going to. I'm retired. I injured my back on a mission a few years ago and didn't want a desk job. I took a job at the hotel instead so I can guard the mayor. Haven't you ever noticed that the hotel doesn't have any security guards?" Jean says nonchalantly. "There's a rumour around Paris that you never sleep." Chat Noir informs him. "Oh, I sleep. Just very lightly and with one eye open." Jean says looking through Chat when he says it. Jean has obviously seen some combat in his day. Chat Noir shudders nervously. "Can you please stop scaring my boyfriend? Are you here to kill us or something?" you ask unsure if you were going to have a gunfight with a commando butler today. "No, of course not! We're friends. I'm here for the parade! I may be retired, but the military still lets me march in my old unit." he says proudly as he slings his FAMAS rifle over his shoulder and salutes the two of you. Chat Noir puffs out his chest and respectfully returns the salute as he glances over at you. You look at him and shrug and salute Jean. Chat leans over and twists your wrist so that your palm faces Jean before resuming his salute doing the same. "Very good, Chat Noir. You're teaching our customs quite well. I have to join the parade now. Bonne Fête Nationale, my friends." Jean says with a smile as he waves politely before disappearing into the crowd.
"He scared the shit out of you, didn't he?" you ask Chat Noir. "Who Jean? Of course not! I could have beaten him with one arm behind my back!" he replies boastfully. "Uh-oh, I think he heard you! He's coming back!" you tease as Chat Noir hides behind you shaking. "That's not funny!" he pouts. "I know, it was pretty cute though." you say looking behind you as he hugs your waist. "Come on, you'll miss the parade if you hide your pretty eyes in my coat all day." You say pulling him out from behind you and making him walk in front of you. "I did want to see this!" he grins leaning on the guardrail as various French Army, Air Force, and Navy units march by carrying flags and banners interspersed with battalions of tanks and various armored military vehicles. "I actually didn't expect to see this sort of thing in France. It kind of looks like something from Russia or North Korea." you say as you watch the military vehicles roll by. "Are you trying to start a fight?" Chat turns around and asks you. "No, Chaton. Not at all. Why?" you ask in response. "Because I'm a Paris native and you're surrounded by thousands of other Parisians. If you keep saying things like that, someone's going to get mad." he explains. "Is that someone you? I didn't mean any disrespect." you tell him honestly. "I'm not angry, but please don't compare my country to North Korea. I might get angry if you keep doing it." Chat says turning back to the parade. "Don't be grumpy, Chaton. I won't do it again." you say massaging his shoulders as he leans on the guardrail. "Sometimes I forget how patriotic you are about your country. It's actually quite sweet. You'd fight an entire revolution alone to save Paris, wouldn't you?" you ask as you feel the tension in his shoulders recede. "I'd fight two if I had to." Chat says seriously. "And I'd fight them right along side you if I could." you say sincerely as you kiss his cheek. You can't see his face because his back is turned, but you can feel his smile in your heart.
"Has anyone seen Chloe?" a young redhaired girl asks you and Chat Noir. "Sabrina? No, we haven't seen her since this morning." Chat turns around and answers her. "Yeah, why do you want to know?" you ask Sabrina curiously. "Nathaniel was doing bodypainting over by Tom and Sabine. He was painting Chloe like the French flag, and his white paint got mixed up with the icing! It's going to melt right off of her body in this heat! Oh, dear! How humiliating! Chloe! Where are you Chloe?" Sabrina says as she runs off looking for her pretty blonde friend. "Um... the white part of the French flag is the middle part, right?" you ask Chat Noir after Sabrina is out of earshot. "Yeah, see." Chat replies pointing at the numerous French flags around the city. "We should keep an eye out for Chloe. Something tells me today is going to be even more fun than we expected." you grin as he turns around raising an eyebrow. "I am kinda curious what her tits look like." he says with a small smile. "Maybe I'm out of line here, but... um... are you into three-ways?" you ask him cautiously gritting your teeth. "Let me be very straightforward with you. If you want to play with me and Chloe, that's fine. We can do that, but when we get back to the hotel... it's just me and you. No Chloe. I'm your boyfriend, and I love you. Chloe just wants some attention and someone to play with. Playtime with Chloe ends when we get back. Do you understand?" he says calmly but with a serious look. "Deal. You're the one I love, but I did have a little fun with Chloe when no one was around." you admit. "I know. You were with Luka too when I was with Ladybug." Chat tells you informing you that he knows what happens in his city. "I didn't think Luka counted. I thought you wanted to be with Ladybug, so I kind of hooked up with whoever I could. I always wanted you the most though. I never had dreams about Chloe or Luka." you admit to him feeling a little ashamed that you weren't honest with him sooner. "I dream about you too." Chat admits as he kisses you. "Listen. Sex is sex and I admit that Chloe is pretty, but don't forget who's love is permanently locked with yours. You have my heart and I have yours. Please don't break it. Because you certainly wouldn't like it if I broke yours." he explains to you firmly but you feel like you've been scolded. "I understand, Chaton. Love isn't a game." you say sheepishly. "You're right, it's not. We'll play with Chloe one time and then you're mine for the rest of the night. That's the best deal I can offer you." Chat says. "I'm ok with that. I kind of wanted to watch most of the time anyway." you explain. "You wanted to watch? Watch what? Me have sex with Chloe? Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asks with surprise. "Chat... since I'm leaving Paris soon, and we're being honest. I watched you and Ladybug have sex once and it really turned me on. I was going to give you privacy, but I was compelled to watch. I um... I masturbated while I watched you." you honestly admit. "I know you did. I saw you there. It felt really sexy being watched." Chat blushes as he explains. "How did you see me? I was hidden." you ask him as he smirks. "I have cat's eyes. I can see in the dark. I even saw you cum. I didn't tell Ladybug though." he says pointing his fingers at his eyes. "I think I'm reading the subtext here. You're telling me that you know what I'm doing and you'd know if I cheated." you say attempting to solve the puzzle. "Bingo!" Chat says grinning at your deduction skills. "This explains the photo Master Fu gave me." you tell him. "Photo?" he says rummaging in his pockets. "Yeah, this one." you say pulling out the photo he's rummaging for. "Damn it. I should have told you." he says slumping his shoulders. "I don't care if you take pictures of me. What bothers me that taking these photos is time we could have spent together. Why didn't you just come and see me?" you ask him arching your eyebrows a little hurt that he didn't visit. "I didn't know what I wanted. I was torn. I loved Ladybug but then I met you. I couldn't decide who I loved more. I'm sorry for spying on you. I swear I'm not a stalker." Chat says apologetically. "I just wish I'd known that you were spying and taking pictures... I would have given you a show." you say with a sexy wink and a smile. "Tonight. You can give me a show in the hotel. I'll give you one too." he purrs and bites your neck. "It's a date, Mr. Noir." you smile as you kiss him. "Yes. it's a date for tonight, but we still have much to see now!" Chat says as he grabs your wrist and leads you through the crowd back to the festival.
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