2p!France X Male Reader

Actual Porn

Warnings; Gay sex

Never in a million years did you think you would hear those words leave that dirty bastard's mouth. If at some point you ended up changing your mind, as long as he would be infatuated with you, there would be no turning back. When the Frenchman had his mind set on something, he would do anything to get it. In all honesty, he knew how you felt. It was blatantly obvious. And he did in fact feel the same. Of course, he kept his facade. No one needed to know about his feelings. Feelings disgusted him. Or. Most people's feelings did. Not to mention, it was funny watching you squirm, trying to deny any ounce of love you had for him.

Francois' hand slid up your shirt. It was fairly calloused, providing you with an interesting texture, sending a shiver down your spine. Without warning, Francois bit down onto your lip, not hard enough to draw blood. But certainly hard enough to hurt. You yelped out of pain and surprise, giving Francois the opportunity to shove his tongue between your lips. He tasted like nicotine, as expected, though it didn't phase you, and it didn't make you want to stop.

Without a word, he had begun to grind himself against you. It caused a delicious friction between the two of you, and your knees felt weak all of a sudden, because hell, it was already better then your right hand. With a sudden realisation, you pulled yourself out of the kiss. "We can't do it here." You stated, with a slight pant to your tone. "Give me a good reason why we shouldn't do it here." Francois replied bluntly. "Are you fucking serious? Any of them could walk in and see us!" You replied, frantically. "I said a good reason," Francois retorted impatiently, his hands moving down your body, toward your pants. "You don't even know if I want to do this, asswipe!"

"Don't care. And if you didn't want this so bad, you would have tried to stop me much sooner, sugar." He replied in a tone that you couldn't decipher. "If I told you to stop, you'd stop." You stated. Francois was quiet for a moment, before grabbing your hands, and pulling you off to another room. "Let's just fuck, alright?" He replied in a slightly defeated tone, pushing you down onto your bed after he had shut the door. At this point he was straddling you, pressing his erection against yours. It actually turned him on quite a bit, how insistent you were. How you could stand up to him, and get him to willingly comply. You merely nodded, smirking ever so slightly at the sight of him above you.

Francois slid your shirt off of you, mentally marveling over your body. You were so... Perfect. He hesitantly reached a hand out, gently pressing it against your chest, and you made a face, wondering why he'd be so gentle because that really wasn't like him. You'd always thought he'd be merciless, rough, and unforgiving. You really hadn't seen this side of him. But you did notice that, even if it wasn't much, he wasn't nearly as awful to you as he generally was to others. The expression on his face was actually kind of cute. The way he stared at you, so focused.

You raised your hand, pressing it lightly to his jaw, his 5'o'clock scratching against the palm of your hand, moving his head so that he was looking you in the eyes. He swallowed quietly, his violet eyes searching yours. He leaned down, his lips near your ear. "... I don't think I really understood how much I loved you until now, amour..." He whispered. Your face reddened slightly. "Je t'amie..." He mumbled, his eyes half-lidded, pressing small kisses to the side of your face. "Je t'amie... Je t'amie..." He said between kisses, moving down your jawline, down to your neck. Needless to say, you were fairly taken aback. You honestly didn't think things would end up as well as they did. "I... I love you too... Francois..." You replied quietly, in a stutter. 

His hands moved down your body, his fingers working at the button of your jeans, his lips still pressing against your neck. Your hands ran down his body, stopping at the end of his shirt, pulling it up and exposing his back. Honestly the others were astounded that they didn't hear anything yet. Francois paused for a moment, letting you pull his shirt off of his head. You pressed your lips to his, the both of you having a practically m-17 makeout, whilst you removed eachothers trousers, sliding the unneeded garments off of your legs, along with your boxers, revealing two, very large erections.

Francois paused for a moment, staring you in the eye. "Do you have any lube, amour?" He asked. You didn't even have to think about this, opening the drawer in your nightstand by your bed, and pulling out the small bottle. "Why do you have this on hand?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Allan gave it to me a while back. 'Said I might need it, and I guess he was right." You replied, earning a scoff from the Frenchman. You waited patiently as he used a very generous amount, but understandably. It hurts to go in dry. I mean it wasn't either of your first times, but hey. Pain is pain.

Francois pressed his forehead to yours. "Ready?" He asked, although there was no point to that, as he didn't even wait for your answer, sheathing himself inside of you. He did stop to let you get used to his size however. To put it plainly, all the other men you had been with were... Pitifully small. "Mmm..." You moaned, adjusting quickly, and cueing  him to start moving, which he did without hesitation. Francois didn't even start off slow. A bonus for you. Your headboard crashed furiously against the wall behind you as the Frenchman pounded into you, the bed creaking tremendously under the both of you.

A symphony of moans, groans, whines, and more cascaded from your bedroom, essentially scarring anyone in the house. Maybe some outside. 

Francois stopped for a moment, turning onto his back, switching the positions. Your face flared red, as you were now riding him. Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling lightly, leaning down to kiss him as you both rocked the bed. You could feel Francois' hands grasp your cock, and more pleasure then you had before surged through you like a bout of electricity. You were putty in his hands, and he was putty in yours. You didn't even know how many times his name escaped your lips, it was countless, and hell you never wanted this to end, and Francois was screaming your name was he came just after you, both of you quite covered in both of your semen. 

You fell ontop of the Frenchman, pressing your lips to his once more. "You're all sticky..." You said, continuing before he could say a word. "It's hot seeing you like this." You finished, causing Francois to turn his head away from you. "I love you, assface..." You stated. Francois smiled slightly, turning back to you. "I love you too, je t'amie trope, dumbass."