Kinky Countries. (xReader)

France - Food Play

Pa-Paa-Pa-Pa-Paris~! The most beautiful city in the world! Or at least that's how France likes to put it. You skipped through the streets, humming a sweet tune when you ran into another person. It wasn't on accident, though, as he had stepped right out in front of you.

The smell of cigarettes and strong wine wafted into your nose. You looked up to see none other than France's Second Player, Francois. Your jaw hung open, but then you closed. What were you to say? Please don't let this be trouble. You settled with a simple, "Can I help you...?"

Francois scoffed and took the cigarette out of his mouth, "So you're the promiscuous one everyone has been raving about."

"Promiscuous?!" You squealed, covering your mouth in shock. Well... You supposed they weren't wrong. You cleared your throat and straightened yourself, "I am, uhm, doing research."

"Ha! Research? Call it whatever you want, salope (slut), I see through your plans." He took a drag of his smoke and reached out with one hand, gently stroking your cheek. He then blew the smoke in your face and said with a smirk, "If you ever want another subject, give me a call. As for now," he walked pass you and smacked your bum, making you yelp between your coughing fit from his attack, "He's waiting for you."

Well, you weren't going to pretend that didn't happen. You might have to bring this up at the next meeting, should the 2p!'s be roaming around like this? You doubted it. For now, you'll focus on finding France.

To be honest, you expected him to jump you on the way to his house. But whatever, c'est la vie. You eventually made it to his quarters, a nice apartment in a third storey building. It wasn't your first time here, you absolutely loved coming to visit your French friend and sip delectable coffees on a cool, Summer evening.

With that thought in mind, a small smile came to your face. No, it wasn't Summer, but you were still excited to see him. Would he run to you and give you a nice, loving hug? Perhaps he'll stop you at the door with delicious chocolate placed in your mouth? You could not wait!

You slowly opened the door and was kind of shocked not to see him there. Your (e/c) eyes looked around for any sign of him. Did he forget about tonight? A small frown engraved you but before you could pull your phone out to text him, your ears picked up the sound of stressed muffles. Slowly, you re-pocketed your phone and cautiously walked in the direction.

If you're drinking water, swallow it now.

There, cramped on his bed, was none other than France himself trapped in full-body chastity. Leather straps wrapped around his biceps, forearms, down his torso, wrists, and thighs. They were all clicked together with metal D rings, his limbs pulled back and bending him forward in a crescent moon. Over his cock was a clear chastity, keeping his penis flaccid.

You blinked and reached for the door, staring him dead in the eyes as he pleaded for his life. The ball gag in his mouth did not allow easy words though. As he struggled for help, you closed the door on him to separate your views on each other. Once it clicked closed, you let out a boisterous laugh, doubling over in absolute humour as the sight of him completely knocked you. His muffles only got louder, probably frustrated as all Hell. When you eventually calmed your tits, you slowly opened the door and peered at him, snarkily asking, "France, are you alright? You look like you're in a bit of a bind."

His blonde eyebrows curved, obviously not amused. He growled and thrashed in his spot, moving so hard that he fell off the bed and onto the carpet beneath it. Spit almost sprayed everywhere as you pfffffffft through your lips and doubled over again.

Walking over to him, you crouched down with a huge smile and unclasped his gag, taking it off and asking, "What happened to you? Did you attempt bondage alone?"

"Non!" He screeched, wobbling about on the floor, "My stupid 2p! came in here and tied me up! Zhis is insane! (Y/n), you have to help meeee!!!"

You pursed your lips as you looked down at him, your smile never leaving you. With a sigh, you agreed, "Okay," and helped lift him up and back on the bed. It was a little easier than you thought, but you didn't wanna do it again.

After a moment of him just sitting there, he spoke up, "And the bonds...?"

"Oh, they're staying on~" You purred.

"No please!" He cried, wriggling about again, "I don't want to be trapped like zhis. Let's just make sweet, sensual love like planned!"

"That's your kink? Love making?" Maybe you shouldn't be surprised.

France shook his head the best he could, "No, no, no. I wanted to indulge in Food Play. Not chastity and pleasure-denying."

"It needs something up the butt..." You pondered, looking at his backside.

"Don't ignore me!" He whined, trying to gain your attention once more.

You suddenly stood up straight and placed your hands on your hips, "Alright! Food play~ What's food play?"

"Untie me and you'll find out," he tried to bargain.

You turned away and sat on the bed, pulling out your phone again, "I'll just Google it."

"(Y/n)! Mon amour, please, I'll tell you everything if you just UNTIE MOI!" His accent was so thick. He must really be frustrated, maybe he was itchy?

You ignored him and read off your phone in a monotonous voice, "First things first, that can elevate your senses and heighten your arousal into the bedroom, to use during sex and foreplay, according to Kinkly. As to whether or not food play is actually a thing that people enjoy? You bet it is."

France rolled his eyes and scoffed, "If you're going to read it at least put some effort into the words."

You stood up with a large grin on your face, "Be right back!" You jumped up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing some strawberries, chocolate, honey and lemonade icey-poles. Ooooo, whipped cream looked lovely too~ Then a spark lit in your head as you remembered the candy necklace you had in your purse. You took it out, unwrapped it and hung it over your arm as you trudged back to the bedroom with the ingredients, "You just lay back and relax my beautiful, French, stick."

France couldn't believe his ears, "You 'ave got to be kidding me."

"Nope~!" You popped, laying the food on the table beside him. You made quick and amazing work on his body, careful not to give him enough space to move about and overpower you as you hooked each of his limbs to the bed. You were actually grateful to Francois for leaving you the bondage play and a little note that said, 'De Rien'. (You're Welcome). If you've learnt anything these past weeks, it's how to successfully tie someone up and eliminate their sense of control. You straddled him with your candy necklace and purred, "Ready, mon nounours~ ? (My Teddy Bear)."

"Ohonhonhonhon," France laughed, nervously, "Why iz it our roles have reversed? I'm supposed to be zhe French stud speaking words in your ear and turning you on, not zhe other way around!"

You giggled and put on your best French accent, "Oh, non, non, non~ It iz I who vill get zhe ball rollin'- Oh that went German at the end." You dismissed it and placed the necklace over him, "Just relax and let me take control. I promise I'll do my best to satisfy you." Your eyes trailed down and to the chastity around his cock, preventing him from getting an erection, "Right after I play with you a bit, m'kay?"

"Oh, mon dieu," he sighed, tension coursing through his muscles as he tried to stay strong.

You looked at him with admiration, "Ya know, I knew you were attractive but I never imagined you to be so... putting out. Those muscles, and the size of your limp cock. You really are a work of art."

A heavy blush corrupted him, endearing his face, neck and lower stomach, "Et I've never thought of you to be so... Observant in the sexual world. You always hit me as more of a 'workaholic'."

A small chuckle left you as you crawled over him, your lips casing his skin as you took a small candy into your mouth, using your teeth and tongue to lick and nibble not only the lolly, but his flesh as well. "So tasty," you moaned, "I could just eat you up!"

"Ugh, s'il vous plaît faire," (please do) he groaned, humping into your cunt and making you yelp at the sudden, hard object of his chastity hitting your groin.

You bit your lip and lowered yourself onto him, your skirt flaying over him and your panties increasing in moisture as you masturbated over his chastity, "Oh~ I like this~" You grabbed the chocolate off the table and opened it, biting a piece off by the block and throwing your head back in delight of the sweet cocoa and tingly sensation of your French lover's enclosed dick.

France, on the other hand, was losing his shit. You were so beautiful and ready for him, but he was stuck here, feeling your heat and movements on the hard case surrounding his groin. He couldn't even become erect, it was so painful! His penis twitched and throbbed inside its case, trying so hard to bust these walls but getting nowhere. He only wanted to feel your wet cunt, and kiss those delectable lips of yours.

You pinched off a bit of chocolate and placed it on his chest, using your finger to swirl it around until a good chunk of it melted on his hot skin. When satisfied, you scooped up the remaining bit and place it at his lips, ordering, "Go ahead, lap up your treat."

"Oui, m'dame," he spoke, huskily, parting his lips so that he can suck your finger clean. The chocolate was licked and sucked clean, even his saliva was as good as gone once you pulled out. You then grabbed the icey poles and opened one, carefully and ever so slowly lowering it down to the middle of his collar bone. His eyes widened in slight fear, "(Y/n), Non!! Don't you dare!!!"

You cackled evilly, a shiver running through you as you watched a drop land on his body, "Don't worry, this will end well." Once it touched his skin, he yelped like a little girl, thrashing in his bonds from the cold sensation. You dragged the pole down the valley of his chest before moving it to his erect nipples.

France gasped loudly as the wet substance glided over his exposed body, now shivering, "Please, mon amour, no more. I can't handle this."

You delayed your reaction, smoothing it over his skin a little more before pulling it off completely and giving it a long lick. You remained eye contact as you sucked the iceypole, taking up all the drips and putting it back on the table, making sure give him a full view of your cleavage as you leaned over. When you sat up, you gave him a hungry stare, "If we don't clean this up, you'll get very, very sticky."

Your hand trailed down his torso and over his belly button. When you got to the chastity, you put pressure on the area around it, making him groan and hump even more. "(Y/n)! Enough is enough, untie me!!"

A high-pitched giggle escaped your mouth as you found absolute hysteria from this. Your eyes watered as you looked down at him, "Okay. Okay, I will." You reached back over, your fingers hovering the key to release him. But then your eyes caught the whipped cream, "On second thought..."

You shook the can and France fell back in defeat, "Ahck, you're gonna kill me, woman!"

"Serves you right," you replied, taking the lid off.

"For what?!" He yelled, incredulously.

"I dunno," you shrugged, "Probably something. You would've been naughty in the past." You drew a picture that went from his left shoulder and around his body. Once done, you licked your lips in delight, "I've always wanted to do this!"

"Then, by all means, enjoy yourself," he caved in, laying back and letting his muscles relax.

You darted your tongue out to get the tip covered in cream, humming in delight. Without further adieu, you delved right in, lapping up all the cream you could that covered his chest. Ah, he was so nice against your body and so tasty in your mouth. Your fingers dug into him as you followed the whipped cream trail. Before long, you were done and used the last little bit to smother your lips and give him a longing kiss.

Once you pulled away and had him gasping from lack of air and need of release, he beseeched, "Please, (Y/n), I'm begging you!"

You grinned and finally gave in, reaching over to grab the keys and fixing him from his binds. Once he was free, he rubbed his wrists and search for the key to his chastity. You sat there with a smug look on your face, "I've learnt so much over the past few weeks, I'm so glad I could finally use my knowledge on someone!"

France sat there with a displeased look, key in the chastity lock. You gave a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of your neck, as though silently apologising that he had to be your guinea pig. In a split second, he undid everything and his cock sprang into a hard rod and the straps around his body fell off with grace. Within seconds, you were below him and 'eeping' of fear. France growled down at you, "I zhink it iz time for us to switch places, non?"

"In a way that would benefit us both, oui?" You replied, slightly impish, hoping he wouldn't tie you up and give you the same treatment you gave him.

France smirked, and then smiled. He grabbed a strawberry off the table, took off the green part, and placed it in his mouth before hovering directly over your face and beginning to undress you, "Mais, bien sur~" (but, of course).

Relief washed over you and you opened your mouth, welcoming the strawberry between your teeth and biting into it. France undid your blouse and slid it off you, taking his half of the strawberry and eating what you left him with. Your skirt was to go next, his lips connecting with yours in a sweet, strawberry tasty kiss. His tongue entered your mouth as the both of you worked on underwear, your body's never leaving each other's touch until eventually you were both naked and pressed against one another, bare skin eliciting with goosebumps at the sensation.

He pulled back, his hands running over your body, down your back as you arched into him, your breasts pushing against his torso and his warmth engulfing you, "Now, isn't this better?"

"Mmmm~ Much," you moaned, snaking your arms around him and opening your legs. You wrapped them around his waist and ground into his now, free erection. A light grew bright in your head as you gasped, "Oh, sit up!"

Surprised by your sudden command, France followed and you guided him to the edge of the bed. You sat between his knees and reached for the honey, using the honey dipper to collect the contents from the small bowl, before drizzling it over his standing cock. A tad bit of pre-cum jeweled itself on the tip of his member as he placed his hands on the bed and sighed in bliss, "You're the most amazing femme jamais, ah, je t'aime, vraiment!"

An appreciative giggle escaped you as you leaned forward, looking up at the French man with gorgeous, shining, (e/c) eyes while you tongue connected with his dick. You gave a long lick up his member, the honey leaving a glazy trail as it collected on your muscle. Once you reached the top, your hands held onto his knees and you closed your eyes, indulging in the sweetness of his cock. You were careful not to bite him as you sucked in ways you never have on a man, massaging him while eating/drinking the nector that mixed with the taste of his cum. The sweet, salty flavour made you lean in for more.

His cock slides deep in your throat, leaving the feeling of smooth, thick honey behind. You continued to eat him until he was clean of the substance, eventually pulling off with a 'pop' and gasping in delight. Your cheeks were red and your eyes slightly watery but your smile said it all. France bent over to place his hands either side of your face and gave you a good kiss on the forehead while whispering, "You beautiful creature. Come here."

He helped you up and into his lap, kissing you fervently and tangling his fingers in your hair. You lifted yourself up, your wet pussy gliding over his slick cock. You parted yourself perfectly for him to indulge himself in, his length piercing you smoothly and finely. A loud exhale filled the air as you let your head fall back, taking in what he was giving you. When you looked back down, France had another strawberry in his mouth, this one dipper in honey and slightly dripping on his chest. He raised his eyebrows playfully, making you laugh and lean forward to take some.

Before you could bite it, though, he took the whole thing in his mouth and landed you with a surprise kiss, which was more than pleasant and sweet. As he began moving inside you, and during your heated make-out, he pushed the strawberry from him, covered in honey that was manipulated by his saliva, and into your own mouth. You gladly took it and began chewing, the food breaking and presenting you with an array of flavours. Your mind fell in ecstasy as you swallowed the delicious treat, while your other half did the same to France's member.

He hit deep inside you and the sensation of it sent you crazy. You fell against his chest, the honey that had dripped on him now moving to you as well and making you sticky. France fell back and rolled over so that he was above you.

His words were like music to your ear as he complimented you and spoke in French, "Tu es belle. Je t'aime. Incroyable."

"Ah, France~" you spoke back in sweet delight. You couldn't take your hands off each other. You responded with your own words of love, "Thank you~ This is perfect, you're perfect."

With both of you encouraging each other, you both felt beyond satisfied and loved. Your head fell to the side as his body rocked into yours and your eyes happened upon the chocolates once again. Reaching over, you could barely reach them, but you just managed to grab a hold of one with your fingertips. You placed the broken piece between your lips and smirked up at him seductively, giving him the same eyebrow treatment he gave you before.

With a smile, he accepted your gift, allowing you to roll over once more so that you were riding him. You sat up and moved your hips to a rhythm that had you louder than before. His hands held your hips, keeping you steady as the two of you came to a climax, his cum filling you to the brink of exploding and dripping out of your already soaking pussy.

As you sat with your hands on him and his cock still inside your tainted cunt, he couldn't help but look at your beautiful glow and ask, "Ready for zhe second course?"

A sly grin erupted and you gave him Eskimo kisses, "Only if you pour honey over my naked body and lap it up like a good boy~"

"Oh, fille sournoise et coquine~" (Oh, you devious naughty girl).

*~*~*~*

As you were walking back to the airport, you couldn't help but pull your long coat around you more securely. Yes, it was quite chilly, but you felt more exposed than anything. You kept your eyes out for any trouble, feeling a little hidden under the dark, grey clouds, but that didn't do much for what was about to happen.

A man ran up to you and dragged you into an alley, covering your mouth before you could scream. However, once your teary eyes saw who it was, you felt a little easier. Just a little. Francois was snickering as he held you up against the brick wall, "Did you have fun with my counterpart?"

He finally let go and you inhaled air, not realising the lack of it 'til then. You looked up at him suspiciously, "What's it to you?"

"Well, words getting around, (Y/n). Some of us want to be in on the action as well."

You gulped and pushed past him, "I don't think so. I'm done thanks, my report is complete."

Francois chuckled darkly and pulled out his phone, texting someone... Or some people, "We'll see about zhat, ma cher. We'll see about zhat."

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