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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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"Adrien, I thought you wanted to go eat." you say as he squeezes you tightly. "We will, I promise. Just please... give me a moment." he smiles as he sighs happily and holds you close. You pet his soft, fuzzy, blonde hair and lovingly kiss his forehead as he releases you and looks at you with eyes that glisten like two emeralds while he leads you back to his room where he has the lights turned down and a plate of dinner sitting on a small table next to a flickering candle. "You know something, Adrien? You took me to Taillevent, and I find this more impressive. It's the little things, you know? I see the candle and see it as a symbol of our burning love." you say as you pull him into a kiss and Plagg farts out the candle and laughs hysterically. "Plagg! Stop that!" Adrien shouts with annoyance. "Sorry, lovebirds. Camembert was comin' back through." the kwami chuckles as he flies around the room. "I'm sorry, my amour. Plagg can be kind of a dick sometimes." Adrien says as he relights the candle. "It's ok, my love. You probably needed to light a match after that one anyway. A diet of nothing but rotten cheese is ingredients for disaster. I'm surprised your wallpaper isn't peeling." you laugh as you pull out a chair for Adrien. "Hey, I'm supposed to be the one pulling a chair out for you!" he protests. "Why? I can be chivalrous if I want to be. Now plant your narrow ass." you tease as you pat the seat of the chair. "You make me feel like a girl or something." he grumbles as he sits down and you push in his chair. "If you're a girl, then your clit is enormous." you smile at him as you walk around the table and sit in the chair across from him. "Um... I can't cook, so I just asked Nathalie for a double helping. I hope you don't mind sharing a plate." he smiles as he pushes the plate to the center of the table and hands you a fork. "Of course not! If anything, it's kind of romantic to share." you say as you scoop up a forkful and feed it to him from across the table. "You make me feel like a kid or something when you do that." Adrien says as he pops open a bottle of wine with a corkscrew and pours you a glass before pouring himself one. "None of your lovers ever fed you before? It's not a kid thing. I'm not sitting here making airplane noises at you or anything, I just like doing romantic stuff with you." you say as you feed him another forkful. "No. You're my first lover, remember? I'm not used to this sort of stuff honestly." he says as he feeds you a forkful. "See? It's kind of sexy if you have fun with it." you say as you look him in the eyes and sensually take the food from the fork with your lips and making a show of it. "That was kind of hot. Like this?" he asks as tries to look sexy as you feed him another forkful. "You're starting to get it. I'll teach you if it kills me, not that you need any help being sexy." you say as you take another forkful from him and sip your wine. "Stop! You're making me blush, I can feel it. I'm not that sexy." he says as he takes a forkful from you and takes a sip of wine. "You're extremely sexy. I like your little moth pajamas by the way." you smile as you make him blush shyly as he feeds you another forkful. "These old things? They're comfortable. I guess I'm a little sexy... maybe." he says coyly. "You're trying to get me going, aren't you? You know damn well you're cute. They don't usually put ugly people on billboards." you tease him as you feed him a forkful and reach across the table and undo his top button. "I suppose that's true. Are you playing with my buttons? Tsk tsk, so naughty." he smiles as he feeds you another forkful and puts his foot into your crotch from under the table. "I've taught you a little TOO well, haven't I? You're using advanced tactics on me." you tease as you feed him from across the table and allow his foot to play with you under the table. "My hearing is quite keen. That sounded more like a moan than a complaint." he smirks at you as he continues rubbing your aroused genitals under the table with his foot as he sips his wine. "Who's complaining? I enjoy our time together." you explain as he continues rubbing you and you feed each other from across the table. "I know you do, so do I." he says as he leans across the table and you unbutton another one of his buttons. "I'm glad to be honest. Dating you is slightly intimidating. There's lots of people in Paris cuter than I am. Sometimes I worry that I don't live up to your standards." you say as you feed him another forkful and sip your wine. "Please don't say things like that. You know it bothers me. There are plenty of people in Paris, but only one of them is you." he says as he feeds you from across the table and teases your sensitive areas with his toes. "Are all French people as romantic as you? Because that's definitely a stereotype that fits you, my love." you say as you stifle a moan and feed him another forkful from across the table. "Not every Frenchman is romantic, baby. Some of us are winos... or giants, but that's further south." he giggles as you finish your dinner. "You're a smartass. Most people wouldn't get that reference, but I do." you say as you kiss him and refill your wine glasses. "I know you like wrestling. You seemed to have fun with Nino playing video games the other day. I didn't think the reference would be lost on you." Adrien smiles as you clink your wine glasses together and take a sip. "So what now? Do you want to escort me out to the balcony for an after-dinner cigarette? Bring a joint out there if you'd like." you say as you rub his foot between your legs before getting up from the table. "I'd be delighted. It's a nice full moon out tonight." he says as he holds out his arm for you. "My gentleman." you say as you grab the bag of joints and the bottle of wine before wrapping your arm around his and letting him lead you outside into the crisp July air.
"Nice night out tonight. It's usually not so noisy out here though." Adrien explains as you light your cigarette and hear the roar of motorcycles on the streets below. "What's with all the bikers? Is there some sort of rally in Paris that I'm unaware of?" you ask as you take a sip of wine and smoke your cigarette as you look down at multiple bikers on the road below. From this distance, they almost look like bloodcells flowing through a vein. "No, I don't think there's any rallys this month. Those guys look like gang members. I can't make out their jacket patches from here, but I'm pretty sure that's Le Blousons Noir down there." he says as he sips his wine and watches the seemingly endless parade of motorcycles on the streets below. "Le Blousons Noir?" you ask as you smoke your cigarette and let the smoke roll out of your nostrils. "Le Blousons Noir (or black jackets in your language) is a biker gang local to Paris. Normally they hang out at their bars and clubhouses, and don't roll through downtown Paris like this. Somebody must have pissed these guys off royally. I feel sorry for them, Le Blousons Noir doesn't play around." Adrien says as he whistles at the amount of bikers riding through his city. "How many do you think are down there? I don't see an end to their headlights." you say as you sip your wine and continue watching the caravan. "These guys normally roll in numbers of 300+. It seems like there's more than that down there tonight though. They must've called in reinforcements from the surrounding cities. They're DEFINITELY looking for someone." he says as he sips his wine and you watch his eyes sparkle and his jaw drop in slight awe of the leather-clad pack of outlaws. "You like bikers, don't you? Is that why you wanted to wear my jacket so bad? Speaking of, it's in my duffel bag under your bed along with a box of macaroons that Marinette gave me." you say as you smoke your cigarette and watch the bikers do doughnuts in the street and drag race each other. "Honestly? I'm fascinated by them! They represent the sort of thing that my father tries to shelter me from. Look at them down there, they don't have to call and check-in, they don't have classes to go to. They're wild and free and lead exciting lives! I think I see in bikers the same thing I see in you, a rebelliousness that's taboo and exciting to me. I'd love to go down there and join them, but those guys would probably stomp my teeth in. Still, I'm admittedly impressed by them. Look at the one standing sideways while he rides holding his handlebars with one arm! Wow!" he says excitedly. "Do I make you feel that way too? Is that why you like me so much?" you smile as you finish your wine. "Exactly. You'd probably fit right in with them and that's very sexy to me." Adrien says as he finishes his glass of wine and pulls you into a kiss. "You can ride with me anytime, handsome." you say as you gently kiss him and rub his body underneath his pajama shirt. "We'd need to get a bike." Adrien says as he holds your ass in his hands. "Speaking of vehicles, I've been meaning to ask you about your car." you say as you unbutton his pajama shirt and play with his nipple. "My car? The great American shitmobile?" he chuckles but you can tell that the subject bothers him. "Yeah, the car you got from the states. Can I see it?" you ask him as you rub his chest and nuzzle his neck. "Right now?" he asks as he watches you rub his bare chest. "Sure. It has bench seats, right?" you ask as you nibble his neck and rub his crotch over his pajama pants. "Mmm... yeah, it's got bench seats. Why do you ask?" he asks as you listen to his heartbeat and feel his penis twitch. "I'd like to christen it with you." you smirk at him as you squeeze his cock. "L-Let me go get m-my keys." he pants as he bites his lip.
He takes you by your hand and leads you back inside while you grab the wine and a joint and follow him. "Listen to me carefully. My father is sleeping, and Gorilla and Nathalie are in their rooms. Stay with me at all times, and if anyone wakes up then get behind me. We're going straight to the garage." Adrien says cautiously as he leads you out of his room and down the hallway. "Holy shit, baby. I thought your room was fancy, I never saw the rest of your house before." you say as you look around the extravagant house and take a swig of wine as you see artwork hanging from the wall that could probably pay someone's rent for a year. "I like it here, one of these days we'll slide down the banister, it's fun as hell." he smiles as he squeezes your hand and leads you downstairs into a gigantic hall. "Who's the pissed off looking dude with the glasses? He looks like he sat on a pineapple or smelled one of Plagg's farts." you giggle as you point to a portrait of an angry-looking man with blonde hair with his hand on a sad-looking Adrien's shoulder. "That's my father. He always looks like that. It's rare that he ever smiles at me." Adrien pouts as you pass him the wine. "Man, I can practically hear him yelling at Nino." you say as he continues walking you through his mansion. "Don't even get me started. He HATES Nino. He thinks he's a bad influence on me. Nino's kind of like you in that he just wants me to go out and have some fun." he says as he stops at a large door and types numbers into a keypad as he takes a swig of wine. "Good evening, Mr. Agreste." an electronic voice says as the door to the garage opens and you see the silver Mercedes Benz hat Gorilla usually drives parked inside. "Sometimes we don't need to go out to have fun, sometimes we can go in." you explain as you squeeze his ass and nibble his ear while he pulls you into the garage and shuts the door.
"It's over there, my amour. My American lemon." he sighs as he gestures to a dusty grey tarp over a car with a small oil puddle beneath it. "Let's check it out." you say as you pull the tarp off of the car creating a cloud of dust that makes him sneeze. Beneath the tarp lies the remains of a once-powerful creature. It was a 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle SS with a broken headlight and a flat tire. It was painted matte black and had a few rust patches and primer where he had pulled dents out of the body. There were a few bullet holes in the driver's side fender. Whoever owned this car before Adrien bought it was a badass motherfucker. You look down at the skull rims on the wheels and see your reflection in the chrome sidepipes below the door. You brush some of the dust off of the supercharger poking through the hood admiring the sturdy craftsmanship. Say what you will about your neighbors to the east. The Germans made fine luxury cars, but in terms of raw horsepower nobody could top the Americans back in their heyday. They didn't make cars like this monster anymore. "Well? What do you think?" Adrien asks you nervously as if anticipating your approval. "Holy shit, baby. This is a beast. Could you imagine how much fun we could have in this thing if we could get it up and running?" you say as you whistle at the car in the same way you'd whistle at a perfect ass walking past you on the street. This car was almost as sexy as Adrien is. "You really like it? You don't think it's Les Ricains rustbucket like Plagg says?" he says with a hopeful look on his face. You could tell that he loved this car, but the rich boy obviously couldn't fix it. The car needed extensive work, but it was plausible to get it running again at some point. "It's beautiful and badass... just like you." you smirk at him confident that you've just made his evening. Adrien replies with a happy squeal as he squeezes you tightly and explains what the car was supposed to look like if he could get it to start. "Over here I was going to put a black cat head (maybe a cat skull!) with green eyes, and I wanted to put some green paw prints on the doors! Maybe some mudflaps with chrome girls on them, and a gas pedal shaped like a foot!" the excited model quickly babbles at you with the same excitement a kid would have browsing a Christmas catalog. "Baby, baby! Calm down, my love! One step at a time! We'll get it running again and you can customize it however you want. First thing I think we should do is smoke a joint in it and uh... test out the springs in the backseat." you grin at him as he kisses you and hands you the bottle of wine. "Allow, me." he says as he unlocks the door with a set of keys on a circular black keyring with a green pawprint on it similar to the one Chat Noir has on his ring. He opens the door wide as the smell of musty leather, stale cigarettes, and ancient cans of Billy beer permeate the interior of the once-great machine. He helps push you into the backseat as he puts the key in the ignition and turns it so that you can both listen to the radio while you share the wine and a joint.
"It's all static, babe. At least you know the battery still works." you say as the radio comes to life and fills the car with a crackling sound. "Heh. Sorry, about that. It's still set to American radio stations." Adrien blushes as he changes the radio to I'm on Fire for You Baby by April Wine. "Good song, I knew there was a reason I liked you." you snicker as you take a swig of wine and pass it to him before lighting up the joint. "I like a lot of Canadian rock music. Platinum Blonde and the Hip are pretty good too." he says as he takes a swig of the wine and trades it to you for the joint as you start to take off his clothes. "What are you doing, my amour? I thought you wanted to get stoned first?" Adrien says as you pull his pajama pants off his legs. "Remember what I told you about bare skin and leather when I gave you my jacket?" you remind him as you take a swig of wine and take your shirt off before trading it for the joint. "I do remember you mentioning something about that." he smiles as he takes off his pajama shirt and takes a swig of wine before trading it for another hit of the joint. "Feels good, doesn't it?" you ask as you take a swig of wine and set it down between you on the floor before taking off your shorts and pressing your naked body against his. "I like this. My car might not run, but you still figured out a way for us to have fun in it. You never cease to amaze me sometimes." Adrien smiles as he takes a hit of the joint and kisses you deeply sharing the smoke with you before he passes you the joint. "I amaze you? Baby, I didn't even know you owned a car, let alone one of the sickest ones that ever rolled off of an American assembly line. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" you say as you hit the joint and tease his cock with your free hand before kissing him and sharing your smoke with him. "I don't normally talk about it because I feel like it's a failure. I doesn't run and it just sits here collecting dust and occasionally wasps. It's a failed project that I'm ashamed of." he explains as you pass him the joint and lick his cock. "Baby, don't think like that. It's your first car. Don't think of it as a failed project, think of it as an unfinished masterpiece. Michaelangelo once said that he didn't sculpt David, he merely chipped away the excess marble. David was always lying just underneath the surface of the marble waiting for someone to show him to the world." you explain as he passes you the joint as you rub his body with your palm. "I guess I didn't think of it that way. I'd love to drive past the university and show it off to my friends. Luka would probably turn green with envy." Adrien giggles as you hit the joint and he takes a swig of wine. "Luka's already green, remember?" you tease him as you trade him the joint for the bottle. "That's right, I keep forgetting that you know about Viperion's identity." he says as he trades back as you lean your head on his chest. "If you're getting tired, we can't sleep in my car. Nathalie would freak if she caught us naked in the back seat." Adrien says as you hit the joint and pass it to him. "I'm not falling asleep, I'm listening to your heart. It's soothing. Comforting." you say as you pick your head up to drink some wine before returning to his chest enjoying the rhythm. "Listen closely, my amour. It beats only for you." he says as he finishes the joint and stubs it out in the ashtray behind the console.
"It's playing our song." you say as you kiss his lips and rub his cock. "It always plays that song, especially when you're around." Adrien says as he pulls you closer up his body so you're face to face. You kiss him lovingly as he wraps his arms around you making the leather interior squeak as you move. He reaches down to rub your genitals as he sucks on your nipples. You both breathe heavily as you feel his penis stiffen and watch the widows fog up with your natural heat and the condensation of your breath. You kiss him deeply and twist your tongue around his inside your mouths before kissing his neck and down his chest. Adrien moans softly as you continue rubbing his rock-hard penis and playfully suck on his nipples. He gently pets your hair as you kiss down his stomach watching his abdominal muscles contract as your head passes below his navel. "Yes, kiss me. Love me. Don't ever stop!" Adrien says as his cock throbs in your hand as you stroke it and rub his blonde, trimmed, pubic patch. "I could never stop loving you, Adrien. We're been through too much together to ever just up and rage-quit." you tease him as you lick around his glans and stoke his shaft. "Heh. Foreigner has returned to the lobby." he snickers as you watch his muscles contract as he laughs. You take his penis into your mouth as you squeeze his balls and rub his body. "Um... did you want me to play here? Or are you still sore?" you ask as you run your finger along his perineum and touch his anus. "There? I'm a little sore, but you're always gentle with me. I trust you." he replies as he runs his fingers through your hair and rubs your cheek. "That means a lot to me. Not the anal play mind you, but the trust part. I like the fact that you trust me." you say as you gently put your fingers into his anus and continue sucking your lover's dick. "If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have brought you into my home. This is where I lay my head at night, trust is key." he pants as you continue sucking him and watch his toned body as he moans and enjoys you. "I respect that, my love. I didn't agree to be your fiance because of your money or your fame, I was happy enough just being your fiance. That was it's own reward." you say as you stroke his cock and suck one of his testicles making him gasp with pleasure. "I truly believe that. You were the only person I've ever met that's looked at me and didn't have stars in their eyes or greed in their heart. You'd probably love me no matter who I was or how much money I had." he shivers as you tease his sensitive spots. "That's absolutely right. I would love you just as much if you were a delivery guy making 5 Euros an hour living in a roach-infested flat. I don't follow the fashion industry, I didn't know who you even were before I arrived in Paris. You saw just a few minutes ago that I didn't recognize your father either." you tell him as you gently press your fingers against his prostate. "Um... c-can I ask you something? D-Did you mean it when you said you thought I was a... a preppy dork?" he moans as he looks at you with concern. "Fuck, baby! How do I put this... I used to. Before I found out who you were, I did think you were some sort of a spoiled ass like Ritchie Rich or something. Is this really the best time to ask me this?" you say as you squeeze his head several times quickly to get his attention. "I'm sorry, it just kinda popped into my head now. You um... you don't still think I'm a spoiled rich boy, do you?" he asks as he bites his lip as you lick his penis. "I swear to god, Adrien. Ok, look. Let me put it this way: You're a very sweet and down to earth dude, ok? But you have your moments. Like how you can't cook, because your servants do it for you. Or this car you can't fix. Your father did a pretty good job sheltering you from the real world and people like me and Nino. It's going to take your working-class friends some time to show you how the world really works. For it to truly sink in. To put it bluntly: People are only comfortable if someone else isn't. Poor people starve to death so rich people can waste food and play golf with other useless rich assholes. Take your servants for example. You and your father live in luxury because they work hard for you. I'm sure Nathalie and Gorilla make a good wage, but it's nowhere near the amount you and your old man sit on." you sigh as you massage his prostate and wish he had brought this up at some other time. "Useless rich assholes? Baby, I'm not useless! I speak multiple languages, I work, I study, I go to school, and I'm a damn superhero! What more could you ask for?" he says sounding a little bit hurt. "God damnit. Listen Adrien, I didn't mean YOU specifically. To be honest you, and the Couffaines are probably the only rich people I can stand. Chloe is alright sometimes too, but people like her, the mayor, and your dad all seem to fit nicely into the rich sleazebag category. I really don't want to fight with you while your dick is in my hand. Can I get a raincheck on this discussion? Or possibly a get out of love jail free card?" you say as you suck on his cock in an attempt to calm him down and change the subject.
"I just worry is all. I don't want you to feel about me like you feel about other rich people. I don't want to be lumped into some preppy, country club category. I want you to love me for me." Adrien explains as you feel him calming down and beginning to become more aroused. "Listen, I like the Couffaine family, and I absolutely adore you. Not every rich person is shit, I get that now. However, it's hard to teach this old dog new tricks. Once you make an enemy or a friend, it can be difficult to reverse the process." you say as you look him in the eyes and lick precum from the tip of his glans. "We were enemies once. I was able to turn that around." Adrien says as he tightly grips the seat making the leather squeak under his fingertips. "Yeah, by nearly karate kicking my head off! Baby listen to me: Most rich people are douchebags. I used to think it was all of you until I came here and met actual chill rich people like you, Luka, and Juleka. You guys seem normal to me for the most part except that Luka can just waltz into exclusive clubs, and you have a chauffeur. Is this making sense to you?" you say as you massage his prostate and twist your hand along his shaft. "I guess so. I just want to make sure that you love me and we don't go back to being enemies." he says as he pants. "I do love you, but you're going to make me VERY sad when I strangle you for being a chatterbox noir!" you growl in frustration and kiss him roughly to end this conversation. You realize that he's enjoying you getting a bit rough with him and drag your fingernails across his skin and bite his neck. He grips your shoulders and pushes you up as he gives you a sexy look before pushing you back against the seat and climbing on top of you. "You're kind of cute when you're agressive." you smirk at him as he roughly bites your neck. "What do you want me to do to you?" he asks as he nibbles your ear. "Choke me a little bit." you say as you grab his ass and pull him on top of you. "C-Choke you?!" he asks slightly afraid. "Yes. Don't kill me, hero. Just take me close to death." you grin at him as you stroke his penis and guide him inside of you. "Are you sure about this?" he asks you cautiously. "Yes, just don't lean all your weight on my throat." you explain as you grab his wrists and put his hands around your neck as you grind against his cock. He thrusts in and out of you as he gently squeezes your neck. "Harder. Pretend you're pissed off at me for something. Pretend I shattered your windshield or cheated on you." you say as you tightly grip his ass and drive his dick deeper inside of you as he squeezes you harder. "Are you sure about this? I'm pretty strong." Adrien warns you. "Absolutely. I had fun with Chloe and Luka's dick is bigger." you grin as you piss him off a little bit and he fucks you harder and squeezes your neck tighter. "That's good! Keep going! I'm starting to get close!" you smile at him in hopes that he understands this particular sex game. "Are you messing with me?" he asks as he Rams his cock into you hard and continues to squeeze you. "Yes! I'm messing with you! I want you to get a bit rough with me, squirt!" you explain as you grind harder against him as you loudly slap together and breathe heavier. "You're pissing me off a little." he says as you feel his cock throb as he punishes you with it. "That's the point! Abuse me a little bit. Pretend were at the airport, Agreste!" you growl at him as you slap his ass hard enough to leave a handprint. He jumps from the impact and drives his dick deep inside of you and squeezes your neck hard enough that you swore that you saw an angel flipping you off. "That's it! That's the stuff! Kill me with your dick!" you say through gritted teeth as he pummels you with his cock making you cum so hard you can practically see through time. The lack of oxygen to your brain seems to enhance this as you can feel Adrien's hard cock explode inside of you and his cum fill you as he shouts loudly. You roughly grab him and yank him on top of you until you both stop cumming and shaking. You pet his sweaty hair and look around at the dripping fogged-up windows as he raises his head off of your chest to look at you. "Baby, I really didn't mean any of that. I was trying to piss you off on purpose so you'd fuck me harder. I got choked a bit earlier and I wanted you to do it." you explain as you pull him closer for a loving kiss. "You're fucked up, you know that? You're fucked up and made me cum harder than I ever did before." he pants as he lays his exhausted head back onto your chest. "I'll take that as a compliment. Come on, no sleeping in your chatmobile. Let's go back upstairs before we get caught. I need a fuckin' cigarette after that anyway." you say as you lightly slap his sides to make him get off of you. "I think I dripped some cum on the seat." he says as he tries to catch his breath. "Don't worry, it's leather. It wipes right off." you say as you hand him his moth pajamas and get dressed before taking a large gulp of wine.
You pass him the bottle after he puts his clothes back on and you shut and lock the car and help put the dusty tarp back over the monstrous muscle car. "That was really fun. We should definitely do that again sometime." he says after he takes a large gulp of wine. "Definitely. I don't know if it was the smell of the leather, or you getting agressive with me, but that was fantastic. I hope you don't take that shit I said about Chloe and Luka seriously. I just wanted you to choke me until I hallucinated a little bit." you chuckle as he starts to lead you back through his mansion. "I was mad at first, until I realized that you were doing it on purpose." he explains seeming not to be mad at you anymore. "Good. I just want to make that clear. I don't want you going to bed angry in case we don't wake up for some reason." you say as he safely leads you back to his bedroom. "Don't worry about it, my amour. No harm done." he smiles as he kisses you lovingly.
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