France x Reader
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When your lover had suggested something new, you did not expect this. Usually when he said 'new', he meant that he wanted to try out some different fetishes, but it seemed, that by different, he meant having dinner. The food was exquisite, and with Francis staring at you across the candle-lit table, it was perfect.
"Mon amour, you look tres belle tonight." He said, smiling. You blushed, and uttered a thank you. He stood suddenly, taking your hand.
"You look so, so belle..." He murmured, pulling you into a passionate kiss.
Things got heated very quickly, and in no time he was carrying you to the bedroom with your legs hooked around his waist.
He placed you gently onto his bed, kissing down your neck. He removed your dress slowly, admiring your body. When he had finished you say yourself up, and started unbuttoning his shirt. He laughed slightly, before pushing you back down onto the bed, pulling you into another heated kiss.
A pair of handcuffs attached your hands to the headboard.
Francis smirked, biting down on your lip. You denied him entrance, still trying to struggle out of your bonds. He sighed, before taking your lip into his mouth again, sucking on it slightly. You groaned, still refusing him, and he let his hand wander down to your backside to give it a firm squeeze. You gasped, and before you could close your mouth Francis had taken advantage. As your tongues fought, Francis began to go to work on your body, hands feeling you everywhere before removing his own shirt. He removed your bra afterwords, eyeing your breasts and licking his lips greedily.
"Onhonhon~ amour, your are very beautiful."
As his tongue and lips went to work on one of your nipples, his hands went down to your panties, pulling them off and sticking a finger into you. You groaned softly at the feeling.
"F-Francis..." You said, and he smirked.
"P-please... I want you inside of me..." You moaned out as he slipped a second finger into you and began scissoring.
"As you wish, mon amour." He removed the rest of his clothes, and then swiftly entered you.
He moved slowly, teasingly so, and you begged him to move faster.
He smirked, and thrust into you powerfully.
"Francis!" You moaned out, and he groaned, the smirk no longer on his face. With the next thrust he hit your g-spot, making you see white.
"Ah~ ______..." Francis moaned out, sending you over the edge. He followed soon after, your squirming and grinding sending tremors up his spine.
The handcuffs unlocked, and were tossed onto the floor as your lover pulled out and collapsed next to you. You stretched your sore arms and smiled slightly.
"I love you."
"Je- I love you to."