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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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Jean stood in the doorway with the silver tray looking somewhat perplexed about why you shouted at him. "Jean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap on you like that. I'm not the most polite person when I haven't had my coffee." you attempt to explain to the well-dressed butler. "You don't look like you slept very well. Was your bed not comfortable enough?" Jean asks slightly concerned. "No, the bed is fine. I just have a lot going on in my mind, you know? Strange dreams." you continue as Jean sets down the silver tray on a table a few feet away from you. "What kind of dreams? If you don't mind me asking." Jean asks curiously. "Injured metrosexual cats, giant trees, and bug girls." you say in an attempt to keep your explanation short. "And the croissant?" Jean questions tilting his head and raising a pencil-thin eyebrow. "Oh, yes. That! I was just imagining I was sucking..." Jean gives you an odd look midway through your explanation. "You know what, Jean? Nevermind what I was imagining sucking." you mutter blushing and looking down at the tray. "Yes, very good. Will that be all?" the slim Frenchman inquires. "Yeah, unless you know where I can find those superheroes." you say unenthusiastically. "Intrigued, are you? I take it you saw our statue in the park yesterday?" Jean asks perking up slightly with an excitement unusual for his normal bland demeanor. "Yeah, Jean. Something like that. I got a... hands-on tutorial from the sculptor." you tell the butler in an attempt to be vague. "You mean he beat you like an adopted step-child and our superheroes had to come to your aid?" the Frenchman asks you with a sarcastic smirk. "How did you?" you begin to ask before he interrupts you with his answer. "News travels fast around Paris, especially when it involves our heroes. They're quite popular." Jean explains. "Yeah, I kinda had it coming, Jean. I think it the Mickey Mouse remark was probably the last straw." you explain to him as you rub a bruise from one of the injuries you recieved yesterday. "Anyhow, I apologized to the sculptor for doubting him. He's actually a pretty nice guy when he's not possessed by demonic butterflies and trying to kill me." you tell the butler as you realize how ridiculous that probably sounded. "Look, do you know where they hang out? I'd kinda like to learn more about these superheroes of yours." you ask the butler curiously. "Unfortunately I do not. They're quite mysterious. However, or city is attacked by supervillains on a fairly regular basis. I'm sure if you wander around Paris long enough, you're bound to run into them eventually." Jean informs you in a polite and helpful tone. "Thanks, Jean. I appreciate your help." you say to the butler as he turns to head for the elevator. "It's no problem I assure you. Just be careful walking the streets of Paris. Stay out of the Catacombs, and don't suck on any croissants." Jean says with a sarcastic grin. "Yeah, yeah. Hardy fuckin' har, Jeano." you retort as the elevator door shuts closing the gap between you and the grinning butler.
You relax in your hotel room eating your breakfast and washing the dumpster juice off of yourself in the shower before taking the elevator down to the lobby to spend another day exploring the city. As you head toward the main door you hear a snobby voice coming from behind the counter. "Eww, it's that peasant again." Chloe says rudely. "Eww, it's an oyster." you reply sharply. "Oyster?! What's THAT supposed to mean?" Chloe asks folding her arms angrily. "I mean something smells like fish around here." you say inhaling deeply through your nostrils. "It gives me a strange craving for... Bumblebee tuna?" you reply with a wicked grin. "Yeah, whatever. Eat me, peasant!" she says with a smug smile. "Clean the maggots out of it first, you spoiled blonde bimbo." you retort having none of her bullshit today. "NOBODY TALKS TO ME LIKE THAT!" Chloe fumes before lunging over the front desk and tackling you. The impact staggers you backward sending you through a door to a storage room adjacent to the lobby. You land on your back with a loud thud as the slim blonde girl straddles your waist angrily. "Disrespectful peasant!" she shrieks slapping you. You grip her shoulders in an attempt to push her off of you when you feel a wetness on your right thigh. "Chloe, wait!" you begin as the girl continues slapping you. "You make me so angry!" Chloe yells breathing heavily. You look down at your thigh and see Chloe's crotch grinding against it. "Wait... what are you doing?" you attempt to ask her. "Shut up, peasant!" she says covering your mouth with hers as she sticks her tounge in your mouth and rubs her moistened crotch against your leg. You push her back slightly with one arm and look her in her sparkling blue eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?" you ask the snobby girl slightly aroused and extremely confused. "Nobody talks to me like that!" she roars "Nobody!" the blonde girl says as her yellow sweater droops off her shoulder. "A-Are you... horny?" you ask her still confused. "Shut up, peasant. You talk too much." she says pulling you into another deep kiss. You're not sure what's gotten into Chloe, but you don't really care. Maybe her snotty attitude is caused by sexual frustration? You relax your muscles and let Chloe have you. You rub her shoulders sliding her sweater off of her trim body. She continues rubbing her moist crotch on your thigh soaking your jeans. "W-What if your dad catches us?" you whisper in the young girl's ear. "Don't worry about it. Now shut up and kiss me!" Chloe says breathing heavily. You comply with her request of silence and pull her tank top off of her slim body revealing her perky, budding breasts. She pulls up your shirt exposing your toned midriff and softly kisses your stomach. You tease her sensitive nipples and explore her topless body with your hands. She leans down and starts unzipping your jeans pulling them down to your knees. She puts a hand down the front of your underwear softly caressing the more sensitive areas of your genitals. You softly moan and bite your lip as you unzip her pants. She stands up leaving her feet on either side of your chest as she pulls her pants down revealing a soaking wet pair of expensive designer panties. You reach up and trace her pussy through her panties with your fingertips making her arch her back and quietly moan. "Don't stop." the rich girl pleads. "Please don't stop." Chloe says lustfully. You haven't been in Paris long, but Chloe doesn't strike you as the kind of girl to say please. "You need this, don't you?" you ask her curiously. She doesn't answer, instead she resumes straddling you kissing you deeply to silence any further questions. She slides her hands up your shirt rubbing your chest and teasing your hardening nipples as she rubs her wet panties on your crotch. You put a hand down the front of her panties softly rubbing her throbbing clit as she moans and shudders. You slide a finger into her soft pussy, her moisture allows for it to slide in easily but her vagina was rather tight. You hear her gasp sharply as you insert a second finger making her dripping wet. Her juices drip onto your toned stomach as she bites her lip unsuccessfully attempting to stifle a loud moan. She pulls your underwear down exposing your aroused genitals and begins grinding her pussy against them. Your back arches as the fit girl continues rubbing against you bracing her arms on your ankles. She grinds on you deeper and harder as you watch her pert young breasts bounce with each thrust. "D-Don't st-stop... please!!!" Chloe manages to eek out as you both approach your climax. You put an arm around her waist pulling her closer as you massage her tender breasts with your free hand and playfully lick her erect nipples. "YES! YES! YES!!!" Chloe shouts carelessly making you worry about someone walking in and catching you as grinds your crotch roughly. "Shh. Chloe you're going to get us caught!" you whisper sharply in her ear and place your finger vertically over her lips and nibbling her neck. Chloe silently nods and bites her lip as she cums on your genitals soaking your crotch with her sweet fluids. She continues to grind on you pinning your shoulders to the floor unil you erupt in an orgasmic wave of pleasure. The slender girl collapses on top of you resting her head on your chest softly cooing and playing with your nipple. You feel her tremble and her legs twitch as she continues to have aftershocks of her orgasm. "I take it you enjoyed that, Chloe?" you ask the sweaty heavily-breathing girl as you slide your finger over her clitoris making her squeal and cum again. "I'll take that as a yes." you grin slyly. "So... can we be friends now? You ask her nicely. I don't enjoy arguing with you, and if you're pent up sexually you know where my room is." you say to the twitching girl as she breathes heavily and nods in agreement. You both hurriedly get dressed and you let Chloe leave first. After a couple minutes, you follow her so you don't arouse suspicion.
You carefully sneak out of the storage room into the empty lobby when you hear a cough behind you. You turn to see Jean standing there silently with a raised eyebrow. He knew exactly what you just did. He gives you a sly smile and a quiet golf clap as you exit the room. "Shut up, smartass." you jokingly say to the butler. "I thought you were going out?" he replies putting his arms behind his back in the military rest position. "I'm getting there, Jean. I made it to the lobby, didn't I?" you snicker. "Yes, I can see that. It appears you've made a new friend in our Chloe as well." the slim butler says. "Oh, shit. She's not your girlfriend, is she? Fuck, I'm sorry Jean." you say to the butler apologetically. "No. It's nothing like that, but you're not the only one who had a tour of the stockroom with the young Miss Chloe." the posh butler replies. "You sly dog, you! I originally thought that you were gay to be honest." Jean raises an eyebrow in silent contempt. "No hate or anything. I swing like a saloon door myself. You like who you like, right? You just pinged my gaydar is all." you clumsily explain. "Think nothing of it. I assure you I'm not a homosexual and am quite masculine when I'm off the clock. I explained to you yesterday that this job pays well. I'll jump through whatever hoop Mayor Bourgeois puts in my path. If that means wearing a butler suit and trimming my moustache in a stereotypical way, than so be it." he says rubbing his thumb and fingers together in sign language for money. "Duly noted, Jean. If you want to sneak up to the penthouse for a beer later, you're welcome to when you have time." you say with a friendly smile. "Yes, perhaps later. I know you're busy at the moment." the butler says with a polite bow. "Fuck! I almost forgot! I have to track down those superheroes, and I didn't get a chance to visit that bakery yet with the fighting in the park and all." you explain to Jean. "Very well." Jean replies. "But you should probably get going before Miss Chloe tries looking for you for round two." Jean continues. "Round two?" you ask him still slightly moist from the storage room. "The girl is insatiable." he explains bluntly with a small smile. You take a second to ponder this. Chloe was hot and all, but you had things to do. Better bail before you spend the entire day fucking the mayor's daughter. "Yeah... I should probably head out then." you say to Jean as you exit the hotel waving him goodbye.
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