God, you were mad at him! You were getting sick of how he flirted with everyone, male or female. That is, except you. And it was getting annoying.
Honestly, right now, you were acting like a diva, but you didn't care. You stormed around the house, fumes literally pouring out of your ears. Last thing you wanted to see was him.
Funny how fate works against you, huh?
"Hey, is everything okay?" There was that damn Frenchie again.
"Go away, Francis, I'm mad at you." You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.
"What did I do?"
"Everything! You did everything!" You shouted, getting very mad at him. He was still highly confused.
"Why don't you ever flirt with me?!" He clicked.
"You flirt with almost every boy and girl that crosses your path, and yet no matter how many times we meet up, you never do that with me!"
France stared at you with wide eyes. You stared back at him, realizing what you just said.
"I... I mean..." You look away, face slowly going crimson.
"You like me?" Francis pies up after a prolonged silence.
Francis gave you a knowing smile, walking up to you and grabbing your hand.
"I never thought someone like you would like men." He purred, bringing your hand up to his lips.
You ripped your hand out of his grasp. "Yeah, well I'm done with you now. Get out of my sight!"
"Now~ Now~ Don't be like that!" He wrapped his arms around you. You could feel your face heating up. Whether it was in anger or embarrassment, you weren't sure.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE, FRANCIS! I'M TRYING TO BE MAD AT YOU, JUST PISS OFF!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, pushing him away.
You only just managed to catch his smirk, as he pulled you down to the floor with him as he fell.
Moving to hover above you, you saw Francis' eyes suddenly filled with lust.
"You know, mon cher, you could have just told me you liked me~" He whispered in you ear, before leaning down and leaving wet kisses down your cheek.
"Francis... Don't..." You hissed, trying to push him off, only for him to trap your hands in his own. He continued kissing down your neck, licking and sucking anywhere he could.
Despite how much you liked it, you struggled. You still felt angry with him. And thanks to all your struggling, Francis managed to draw some blood from your neck.
"Great... Now everyone will know..."</b> You were getting madder by the second, though also getting equally aroused.
You felt Francis roll his hips into yours which only made you want him more, though you still hated feeling this way.
"Fra-Francis~" You gasped as you felt him run a hand over your growing erection.
"I thought you didn't want this?" He purred as he started to unzip your pants.
"Fuck~ I'm still... Mad at you!" You growled as he lowered both your pants and boxers.
You watched as he lowered himself to greet your manhood. A loud moan left your lips as he started to lick you. Feeling his tongue move from tip to base caused you to squirm. You could feel Francis smirk against your head.
He started bobbing his head, sucking at every chance he got. You could feel your release growing closer.
"Shit! Francis~" You moaned as you spilled into his mouth. You were panting, try to come down from your high, when Francis started to remove the rest of your clothes.
You could only watch as he removed his own, slowly, too slowly for your taste. You wanted to rip everything off him right then and there, but since you were still coming down from your high, you could barely move.
By the time you recovered, Francis wasted no time in flipping you onto your hands and knees.
"Mon amour, it'll hurt a little, so forgive me." He spoke up, and with that, he rammed full force into you.
A rippling scream left your lips as pain shot all through out your body.
You shook, trying to ignore the pain, but Francis wasn't helping.
The blonde male was pounding relentlessly into you, ignoring your pleas for him to stop and wait. But at the same time, you didn't want him to.
Your moans filled the air, a sound that only made Francis was to fuck you harder.
"Shit~ Francis~ Fuck me~ Harder~" It was like you read his mind. And with that, he picked up his speed, pulling in and out of your ass at a speed even he didn't know he could achieve.
His hand snaked up your form and gripped your cock, stroking it firmly in order to give you the same pleasure he was having.
If you weren't turned on enough already, you were now. His groans, your moans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours.
The threat of a release once again appeared. You could tell that Francis too was reaching his limit, seeing as he began trying to please you quicker than before.
Your hand slid over his, gripping his hand, helping him to jerk you off. Your breaths grew quicker, trying to hold onto reality a little longer.
But it seems fate didn't want this, and with one more jerk, your seed came spilling out all over the carpet. Francis, seeing this, too began squirting into you. He remained still as he tried to return to real life.
As soon as he had, he pulled out. You laid sprawled on the floor, yet again trying to come from your high.
He slowly moved over to you and pulled your naked body into his.
His lips yet again found your lips, as he whispered into you:
"Je t'aime, _________."
Though you couldn't reply just yet, you knew that he could feel how much you loved him. Words weren't necessary anymore.