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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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Chat Noir happily holds your wrist and leads you upstairs to the second level of Adrien's bedroom. You glance at his bookshelves as you pass by noticing that Adrien had a lot of cheezy romance novels in his collection along with various history books and Chinese textbooks. He stops in front of a large set of double doors. "What's in there? Your secret lab or something?" you ask as you wiggle your fingers spookily. "Sort of. I'm a model, so it's kind of an area where I can create." he smiles as he pushes the doors open revealing an extremely oversized walk-in closet. "Holy shit, dude. You could probably stuff like two clothing stores in this room. I'm almost surprised that you don't have a tailor with a measuring tape around his neck standing in there." you say as you look at all the various clothes and pairs of shoes. "My dad is a fashion designer, of course I'm going to own a lot of clothing. Also, Jeeves is off on Sundays." Chat Noir replies casually. "You're fucking with me!" you shout not at all surprised that the rich young man had a tailor in his employ. "I am fucking with you. I don't really have a tailor." he grins as he steals a kiss. "I would have believed you. A tailor wouldn't be that out of place here." you explain to him. "I know you would have, that's why I said it. I couldn't help myself. You're always teasing me, and I like to play too." he giggles as he releases your wrist and guides you into the massive closet. "Dude, you should probably donate some of this stuff to a homeless shelter or something. You're probably never going to wear all of these coats." you say as you look around at the young man's elaborate clothing collection. "I might at some point, but I'm afraid of pissing off my dad. Most of these clothes are expensive, and he might get mad if I give an 800 Euro coat to a homeless man or something. My dad hates the homeless too. He considers them lazy, filthy, animals." Chat explains with a heavy sigh. "I've never met your father, but he sounds like a real piece of shit that deserves a thorough ass kicking. He's snobby, hates poor people, and Nino thinks he's racist. I don't even know the man, and I want to fuck him up." you say as you narrow your eyes. "Please don't attack my father. Admittedly, he's not the nicest man that ever came down the pike but he's all I really have. I do my best to please him so he looks upon me favorably. This way he's at least paying me some attention. I spend most of my time with Nathalie or Gorilla unless Nino comes by or I have to go to school." Chat explains in defense of his neglectful father. "Wait, you go to SCHOOL?! Holy fuck! I'm in enough police trouble already! Hey, man, I didn't mean to lead you on. I honestly thought you were a grown man!" you stammer in terror at the fact that you might be a potential cradle-robber. "It's ok, it's ok! I am a grown man! I have pubic hair and a driver's license. I'm 18 years old and I go to college at the university. We went out drinking together, remember?" he explains as he rubs your shoulders to relax your tense body. "Fuck, man. Don't do that to me! I'm a great many bad things, but a fucking diddler ain't on of em'!" you say as you lean your hands on your knees and breathe heavily. "Relax, I highly doubt that you're a pedophile. I'm an eighteen year old college kid, and I go to class with Nino, Alya, Chloe, Marinette, and various other people that you've met around Paris. Rose and Nathaniel are both 18 too, even though they're small and have baby faces." Chat elaborates. "Ugh. Don't say kid! You're a college STUDENT. Also, I have no idea who Nathaniel is. I never met the guy. I have met Rose though. She seems nice, but her shrill voice is like nails on a chalkboard." you reply as you start to relax again. "I already explained that Nathaniel is cute and I'd be jealous if you met him. As for Rose, I don't think she can help it. She has some disease and I think she was born premature. This explains why she's so tiny as well, her girlfriend Juleka towers over her when they're together and she's shorter than me." he explains as he rubs your upper back. "Ok, thank you. That makes me feel a LOT better. There aren't too many places on your body where my hands and mouth haven't been." you say as you let out a relieved sigh. "You can always fix that tonight." Chat purrs at you sexily. "Hold up! Lemme see some ID." you say sternly as you immitate a bouncer. "Um... I'm naked under this suit, remember? My driver's license is in my wallet in my pants. Over there on the back of the couch." he reminds you pointing down at the first floor of his bedroom. "I'm only teasing with you, Chaton. But if you're lying to me, then I can't have sex with you anymore. I can still be your friend, but that's it until you're legal." you say honestly. "I wouldn't lie to you in the first place, let alone about something gross like that. I swear I'm 18, and I'll show you my driver's license if you still don't believe me." he replies sincerely. "No, that's ok. I'll take you at your word. You did scare the living shit out of me though, Chaton." you say as you stand back up straight again. "I'm sorry, I thought you would have known I was 18. We go out to bars together, we've had gratuitous amouts of crazy sex, we've been in clubs that featured nude shows..." he explains making you feel much more relieved. "You could see how I'd make the mistake though. You look young (babyface), you have no leg, chest, or facial hair, you have pubic hair but it isn't much, your voice is a bit high and nasally, and you're pretty inexperienced at sex in general. I took your virginity if you recall." you explain to the young hero. "Hmm... I guess if you think about it that way, I wasn't technically a man until I lost my virginity. I was still a BOY." he grins at you having fun tormenting you for once. "Shut up! SHUT UP! I'm not listening to this anymore! La! La! La! La!" you say as you plug your ears and prove that you're the bastion of maturity as always. "Ok, ok! If it makes you feel better, then I'm a 50 year old swarthy sailor named Jacques away on shore leave! HI THERE, BEAUTIFUL! WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME BRAID MY CHEST HAIR WHILE I FILLET SOME MACKEREL?" Chat says as he makes his voice sound very gruff and rugged. "Um... ok, ew? I admittedly prefer the cute model to the creepy fish man. Keep your weird sailor fantasies to yourself." you say as you raise an eyebrow while wondering where that deep voice came from. "COME ON, MY AMOUR! THERE IS, HOW YOU SAY? PLENTY OF JACQUES TO GO AROUND!" Chat teases you with a happy giggle absolutely loving the shoe being on the other foot. "Ugh. Stop it. You're making my sex drive plummet. I'll never get horny again if you don't stop all this kids and sailors talk." you say as you arch your eyebrows. "Ok, my amour. I won't torture you anymore. It was just extremely fun to mess with you like you always mess with me." he smiles as his voice returns to normal and he smooches your cheek. "Well, knock it off. I can practically smell fish in here now. Yuck! Keep it up, and I'll take you to the vet and have them put you to sleep for rabies." you chuckle at him. "Oh, you're a riot." Chat grumbles as he folds his arms. "Hey, speaking of... I've been meaning to ask you something." you say as you change the subject. "What's that, baby?" he replies curiously. "Um... where do you keep your litter box? And who cleans it? Is it you or Nathalie? Your house smells great, no one would ever know a cat lived here." you snicker as his eyes narrow. "I suppose this is my punishment for Jacques, isn't it?" Chat replies as he sucks his teeth in annoyance. "Maybe." you grin at him slyly.
"Can we just focus, please? Hurry up and take your clothes off!" Chat says as he gestures to the clothes in the closet. "Ooh! Say it again, you know I like it when you're assertive!" you tease him as you rub his bulge through his catsuit. "Th-That's not what I meant! I meant take your clothes off so you can change. We can play later! Wasn't there somewhere we were going?" he says as he blushes and gets semi-erect. "I knew what you meant, Chaton. I just love to see you squirm like that. Yes, I have to go three places. A bar or liquor store, the Pont des Arts, and the hospital." you explain to your sweetly shy young lover. "Babe, I have a wine cellar in my basement here. Why do you need to do at the Pont des Arts and the hospital?" Chat asks you curiously. "Your expensive wine seems a bit formal for this occasion, but I'll take wine if you want. I need to visit my friend Lamar at the hospital (the alcohol is a gift for them), and I have something I have to do at the Pont des Arts." you explain to him. "I have no problem giving your friend a bottle of my wine. I'd prefer that we spend as little time on the streets as possible so you don't get arrested, we can nix the liquor store this way. What do you need to do at the Pont des Arts? No one else gave you a padlock, did they? Because that would destroy me. When I gave you my lock, I meant it. I really did give you my heart." Chat says seriously. "No, my love. No one else gave me a lock. I wouldn't accept it anyway, even if they did. I just have something important I have to do there. I can't tell you, so you'll just have to wait until I show you. I need you to trust me on this. So, we'll go to the Pont des Arts, and then the hospital if I can please have a bottle of your wine." you explain with a reassuring smile. "That's fine, I got plenty of wine in the cellar. We'll go when you're ready, now take off your clothes or I will." he smirks at you. "Well then... I suppose I have no choice, do I?" you say as you continue to stand still and wink at him. "If you insist, my amour." he smiles as he slowly takes off your jacket and kisses your bare chest. "Adrien, I notice that you already own several leather jackets. Why did you want to wear mine so bad?" you ask him as he pulls off your shorts and gently kisses your genitals. "Hmm? My jackets? It's true that I own many jackets, but not a single one of them is yours. Also, please don't call me Adrien when I'm wearing my costume please." Chat says as he lovingly rubs your nude body as if you were his prize. "Ok, Chaton. I still don't quite get it. My jacket is bloody, torn, bullet-riddled, and dirty. You have brand new leather jackets much nicer and more expensive than my old ragged coat. Why do you like mine so much?" you ask him curiously as he holds your jacket and sniffs it. "I love your jacket because it's YOURS. It has your scent on it. The rips and stains are a chronicle of our adventures in Paris. It smells like beer, gunpowder, sweat and my own cum. It smells like you do: Trouble. It just turns me on so much!" he says as he sniffs your jacket again and you notice his penis is erect beneath his costume. "I'll tell you what I'll do, my love. Since you're nice enough to let me wear your clothes, you can KEEP my jacket. Consider it a start of making up for all the birthdays and Christmases I've missed before I met you." you say as you take your jacket out of his hands and hold it open so he can wear it. "R-Really?! You'd let me keep it?" he asks happily as he slides his arm into the sleeve. "Yes, Merry Birthmas. Your Adrien cologne has the exact same effect on me. Just give me back my gear out of my pockets. I need my cigarettes and ammunition." you explain as he puts your jacket on and you rub his arms. "Aww, you're the best! Thank you, my amour!" he squeals happily nearly knocking you over with a tight hug. "You're... welcome... Chaton. Humans need... OXYGEN... to breathe... my love!" you gasp as he squeezes you tightly. "Sorry, about that. I get excited sometimes!" he giggles as he releases his grip on you. "Fucking hell. I'm glad I'm dating you and not Viperion. If a cat boy can nearly strangle me by accident, I can only imagine what a snake would do." you say as you cough and gasp. "I'm cuter anyway, and Ladybug would probably pummel you." he says as he flutters his eyelashes and wiggles his cat ears. "This is true. Cats are easier to take care of anyway. You feed them once, and don't need to buy those expensive heat lamps you need for reptiles." you tease him as you flick the bell around his neck making it chime. "That and snakes don't purrrr." he says with a sexy purr. "That's another thing I noticed. You don't purr when you're Adrien, you only purr as Chat Noir." you say with mild disappointment. "I could try to purr as Adrien if you'd like. I like making you happy." he suggests. "Hmm... it sounds tempting, but no. I was thinking about what you said, and you're right: I should love the man, not the costume. Even if I do like playing with your ears and bell." you say as you pet his hair making him purr happily again.
"Alright, well let's find you some clothes. You get to be MY model for a change!" he squeals happily as he rummages for clothes. "Chat, I'm too ugly to be a model. What agency wants someone covered in tattoos and scars?" you say as you examine your nude body. "Stop that immediately! You're NOT ugly at all! You're beautiful and you're real! I like your tattoos and scars. They tell me your story even better than you can in your own words! I'll tell you what agency would have you, the Adrien Agreste agency wants you! In EVERY way. Romantically, sexually, as my best friend, and as my top model! Don't ever say you're ugly around me ever again!" he scolds you defensively. "I never knew you felt that way. I kinda thought we had a Richard Gere/Julia Roberts thing going on. I don't know why you'd pick me when you could have any pretty girl or guy in Paris." you shrug as you stand there. "Do you REALLY want to know why I chose you above everyone else? The honest truth? You were the ONLY person I've ever met in my life that wasn't starstruck by me when they met me. You didn't ask me for my autograph, you didn't babble on about my commercials on television, you weren't intimidated by my fame and weren't interested in my fortune, you didn't even want a picture of me. NOBODY has ever treated me that way before. You showed me no fear, even after a beat you to a bloody pulp. I was fascinated by Ladybug when I first met her, but I'm absolutely enthralled and mesmerized by you. You're rough and sexy and a little bit older. You're taboo and I crave more of you! You're like a hot older friend that I can look up to and learn from, and you get me into all kinds of fun and dangerous situations. You're a bad influence on me and I don't care! You're trouble and I'm hooked, I want to get into all sorts of trouble with you and... I... (sniff)... REALLY like the smell of leather!" Chat explains to you as he sniffs your jacket making his penis thob. "Damn, baby. I had no idea I had that effect on you." you reply as you tease the tip of his penis with your fingertip. "When you lip-synced that song to me about the spell, I came a little bit." he blushes shyly as he hugs himself in your jacket. "Ah, I love that song anyway. Screamin' Jay Hawkins! You'd probably like Bad Company too." you smile as you press your naked body against him and kiss him deeply. "I'd probably like anything as long as it was with you." he says wrapping the open flaps of the jacket around you as he holds you inside of it together with him as you feel his cock press against your thigh.
"Ok, my love. You've got me naked in your closet. I feel like every gay person that's ever dated someone bicurious and paranoid. What am I modelling for you?" you snicker as you put your hands on your hips. "Hmm... what would look good on you?" Chat Noir ponders as he looks around the closet. "You have plenty of jeans and leather jackets, and I'd totally rock that Jagged Stone shirt over there. Luka has one just like it except his is white and ripped." you say pointing to clothes you would wear. "Not so fast, I want you to be my model. I want to pick things for you!" Chat says as he kisses you and rubs your bare chest. "Come on, Chaton. Let's just grab something and go to the Pont des Arts!" you say impatiently. "Please... let me have this." he replies giving you the sad kitty eyes to ensure he gets his way. "Damnit! You know I can't refuse those eyes!" you grumble in defeat. "I know, but feel how happy you make me!" he says as he presses your hand against his neck as you feel him purr in his throat. "Fine. Just don't make me look stupid. I can't exactly get us into sexy trouble if you dress me up like a preppy dork or a Tinkerbell or something." you say as you fold your arms. "Alright, how about this one? You like leather, right?" Chat says as you try on the outfit. "I like leather jackets and boots, but leather pants and shirts are a bit much. People will think I just washed ashore from Fire Island." you scoff as you squeak the leather. "Ok, no big deal. How about this one?" Chat says as you change outfits. "I look like an American. What's up with this ludicrous hat?" you ask as you spin the spurs on your cowboy boots. "I thought it looked kind of cool, honestly." he says as he makes finger guns at you. "I feel like a child with a cap gun. It's ridiculous, my love. I'm not really a hat person either." you explain as you remove the oversized hat. "Ok, what about this one? I used to wear it all the time!" he says happily as you change clothes again. "This one is cool and all, but I don't know martial arts. I'm more of a brawler if you've noticed. I don't want to end up in a karate match with someone who thinks I know it too. I'm much cuter without my face all lumped up." you say as you do a karate pose. "That's a bummer. I was hoping I could get you to wear something loose so I had easier access to you." he smirks as he puts his hand into your gi and rubs your bare chest. "What about the tank top? It's loose and I have the body for it." you say pointing at a clean wifebeater on a hanger. "Hmm... I'll bet it would be fun to get it all wet and see-through too." he purrs sexily. "You're becoming quite the horny perv yourself, aren't you?" you grin at him. "I told you that you were a bad influence on me, didn't I? I was a very polite virgin when I met you. You corrupted me, you fuckin' degenerate!" he teases as he slugs you in the arm. "It's still funny to hear you curse. It's so bizarre and out of place." you chuckle. "I honestly try to watch my language when I can. I either represent my father when I'm out as Adrien Agreste, or I'm a role model to small children as Chat Noir. In addition to that, I don't have time to sit in detention either." he explains to you. "Fuckin' pussy." you tease as you slug him back. "Ow! Stop it, dickhead! I'm only kidding, please don't be mad!" he says sweetly. "Chat, I'm only fucking with you. I don't care if you curse. I swear like a sailor passing a stone myself." you smile at him rubbing the spot on his arm that you just punched. "Alright, why don't you pick something you're comfortable with?" Chat says gesturing at the clothing. "No problem. You got any cargo jeans? Those would come in handy to hold grenades, ammo, beer, and smokables." you ask as you rummage through his closet. "Cargo jeans? Baby, those are SO last season!" he says sounding like a cast member of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. "And you wonder why I keep calling you a metrosexual? If you run off on me with Luka or Nino, I'm going to smack the shit out of you!" you chuckle at him. "Don't worry, baby. I won't cheat on you. Nino is straight, and Luka would hurt me with that beef torpedo he's got between his legs." Chat says as he shivers at the thought of Luka's massive penis. "Luka fucked me once on the night I giftwrapped you naked for Ladybug. We just met and kinda hit it off. We hooked up that night after some drinks and a joint. He's surprisingly gentle with you. He doesn't pummel you like a caveman like you'd expect from a guy with a cock that big. I think he knows he's a little bit TOO big and he seems sensitive about it. Honestly, I really liked Luka and he's a very close second to you. So is Chloe. However I doubt me and Chloe would last. She's a fun fuck, but not exactly relationship material for me. Luka is very sweet and I do love him. I'm just not IN love with him. My relationship with Luka is like yours and Ladybug's. I friend I love, a friend I'll kiss, but not with tongues anymore and no more sex. I'm devoted to you." you say as you tap your engagement ring with your thumb. "That's sweet. It makes me very happy to hear you say that, and thank god you never met Nathaniel." he chuckles with a happy smile. "You're terrified that I'm going to run off with this Nathaniel guy, aren't you?" you say as you rummage for cargo jeans. "He's beautiful and talented. He's an artist and I'd be afraid that he'd impress you with his charm and his art skills. He can be incredibly sexy when he wants to be, and has a very expressive face. He gave me a smile and an erection at the same time. You would absolutely love Nathaniel if you met him. He's as hot as Luka is, but with a mousy personality instead of outgoing and mellow. I can beat Nathaniel in a fight, but he's my friend and a really nice guy. I really don't want to fight him over you, but I would if I had to." Chat says as he hands you the wifebeater. "I'm actually a bit curious now. I want to see what all the fuss is about." you respond. "That's really not a very hot idea. I don't want to fight you or him. Especially you. I know I can beat you in a fight too, but it hurt me to attack you like I did. I felt like an abusive boyfriend." he says as his shoulders slump. "Don't worry, baby. I'll just say I fell on a doorknob." you chuckle as you put on the wifebeater making Chat very aroused. "Jokes like that aren't funny. They're cruel." Chat says shaking his head. "It was kind of funny. They don't know you the way I do! I was asking for it!" you tease him. "Come on, stop that. You're awful! You're going to make me feel guilty." he says sadly. "Ok, I'll stop. Just don't beat me." you snicker. "Please stop! Just put some pants on so we can go before you make me all depressed!" Chat says as you locate cargo jeans much to your fiance's disapproval. "Fine, wear your silly cargo jeans." he pouts. "I won't wear underwear. I'll go commando and leave my zipper open so you can play." you wink at him as you put on a new leather jacket from his closet and leave to go put your boots on as Chat Noir follows behind you. "You make a tempting offer, my amour. I guess they don't look all THAT bad on you." Chat admits as you lace up your boots and grab your duffel bag. "I'll let you play with them later. Let's go to the Pont des Arts first. I have something for you." you say as Chat puts his arm around your waist and vaults you both out the window on his staff.
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