Good evening ladies and gentlemen (hopefully not any boys and girls~!)
This is for: MasterFinland
And, just as a warning, THIS IS HETERO SMEX, M'KAY?! I have very little experience writing something like this so I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS!
Anywho, please enjoy
Warnings: hetero, smut, virginity, awkwardness, teenagers, swearing, NO FLAMES, if straight people sex makes you go "ew" LOOK AWAY
#7 -I Just Wanna Make Love to You (hetero) (Virgin/Nyo England x Regular France)
Alice was a virgin, despite what everyone thought. She dressed in torn jeans, torn leggings, torn tights, tight skirts, low cut shirts, she had one side of her head shaved and she was, in a few words, a rebel. Most of her friends were, in fact, guys. Sure, she had "fooled around" with one of them, but he had initiated it, Alice had simply gone with the flow, all they did was make out and he, uh, well, got to second base with her but she hadn't allowed him to actually put his "thing" inside her. The Brit was a curious girl, you could say. She didn't know what love was but didn't suppose it was that flowery shit in movies or novels; all she knew was that, in order to actually have sex with someone, she needed to trust them. That was one step before love, she supposed, but trust was important.
She had issues with trust, it didn't come easily for her.
So when Francis, who had a reputation of being an overly possessive playboy with many failed relationships to his reputation, one of those relationships being with Alice's dear friend Amelia, asked Alice out she had simply gone with the flow. Francis was never a "full featured friend" in her life, even though he had hung out around her friends before. Her friend, Lukas, the one she had fooled around with, had begun to act like an asshole to her -it was a long, complicated story that involved him indirectly asking her out, professing his feelings, her requesting something entirely platonic, his agreeing to it and then him trying to ban her from dating Francis -but she had held fast, something totally unlike her. It was something she wanted to try, she wanted to try a relationship with Francis even though it probably wouldn't last.
Lukas had said Francis only wanted sex. Alice said that it was her cross to bear.
But there they were, six months into it and all Francis and Alice had done was make out. Francis said he didn't mind, when Alice said -in the very beginning -that they had to go slow, he said that she was the one that had control over that.
There they were, six months into it and at Francis' house, his parents away at work, watching Courage the Cowardly Dog on Netflix. They were cuddled on Francis' bed, their lower halves beneath the comforter. Francis had his arm around Alice's waist, his fingertips brushing up and down her side, and Alice had her head on his shoulder, her fist clutching the hem of his t-shirt. He didn't question how she held his t-shirt, her silent way of drawing comfort without drawing attention to her vulnerability, he simply held her close, switching between nuzzling the side of her head and smelling her hair. One of his weird habits was smelling her.
Suddenly, in the silence of his bedroom, Alice felt that odd feeling she got sometimes; it felt almost like vulnerability or desperation or like an itch she couldn't scratch. A feeling of restlessness engulfed her, that made her want to fidget. Usually she would settle this by masturbating in the safety of her room or in the shower or bathtub. She, of course, couldn't do that now. Alice pulled away from Francis, pausing Netflix before closing Francis' laptop and putting it on his night stand.
"Alice-?"
"Just let me do this," she interrupted, climbing up on his lap and straddling his thighs. She held his face in between her hands, small and slim, the nails bitten to the quick, tilted it and brought their lips together. She had heard complaints, from Lukas who was the only other guy she had been with in any sexual way, that her tongue was too slimy, but she never heard a complaint from Francis, only compliments, because, even though they argued about all manner of things, he understood in a way Lukas never did, how important her appearance was to her, no matter how much she denied it. Alice wasn't shallow, by any means, and anyone you asked would tell you the same, she was just...exceedingly self conscious, secretly. Alice kissed her boyfriend the way she always did on the rare occurrence that she initiated a kiss or a make out session; she began with regular kissing, their lips sliding together, sucking, pushing and pulling.
Francis slid his muscular arms around her waist and, miraculously, she didn't feel confined like she would normally. Alice felt...normal, ok, safe. She knew Francis' arms wouldn't protect her from a nuclear disaster or World War III, but she didn't feel like Francis would hurt her. She didn't feel manipulated or used. She felt...she felt cherished. She slid her hands along his jaw, feeling the stubble she would never admit to loving, and gripped his chin, opening his mouth so his lips could part and their tongues could touch, tasting the Twizzlers and Mountain Dew they had minutes before. It wasn't bad, and Alice didn't mind. She didn't mind anything that would have made her hesitate normally. She didn't mind the heat of his mouth or the wet feeling of his tongue as he pressed his tongue against her and she pressed back, a feeling of uncertainty plaguing her as it normally did. As if sensing this, Francis pulled away, only slightly, to hum, "Mon cher, you're zo good. Zo zweet" before diving back in, ecstatically coaxing her to fight back with her tongue. "Alice?" he questioned, pulling back and pressing his forehead to the side of her neck, panting, "Eez eet alright if I put on zome music?"
She nodded and he leaned back, grabbing his iPod and scrolling through it to find a suitable playlist -he had a weird habit of making many playlists to organize his eclectic music library, a habit Alice shared -before putting his iPod on the speakers, that also charged it, and hitting "play". While fiddling with his iPod, Alice had removed her tight fitting, black t-shirt that said "Black is Such a Happy Color" in white writing (A/N: real t-shirt guys) and tossed it to the side. When Francis' attention returned to her, his eyes widened and he made a shocked, choking noise. Alice was glad she wore her nice underwear today; she didn't match her bra and underwear, fuck that, that was too much effort, but she wore her nice ones. Her bra was black and pink stripes with pink lace, a Victoria Secret one that was hella expensive but made her boobs look fucking awesome. Without waiting for him to think up a verbal response, she buried her fingers in his soft hair and pulled his body forward and his head back, kissing her way across his jaw and down his neck, stopping to suck a hickey into the skin. He groaned, his fingers digging into the skin of her back before relaxing, sliding along the smooth flesh, up and down her spine, hesitating at the back strap of her bra. "You can take it off...if you want," Alice mumbled against his neck.
His breath hitched and his fingers fiddled with the latches, struggling for a couple seconds before it came undone, falling limply around her shoulders and breasts.
"Hold Me Now" by Red was playing in the background.
Francis kissed down her neck, his facial whiskers scratching her fragile skin lightly, one hand on her back and the other in her hair.
Her hands tightened in the back of his blue t-shirt as he kissed the swells of her breasts.
He kissed a hardening nipple and she drew a sharp breath.
"Off," she insisted breathlessly, tugging at his shirt.
He pulled away, helping to take off his shirt and throw it in the direction of her own black t-shirt and expensive bra, before returning his hands to her skin and his lips to her breasts. When he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, she arched her back, gasping louder, and digging her fingers into his shoulder blades. "W'at did I do to dezerve you?" Francis whispered huskily, rubbing his nose along her skin as he inhaled.
Her heart beat faster, her breath lodged in her throat. She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing his scratchy cheek before trailing her hands down his chest. "What did I do," she whispered, fingers hesitating above his jeans, "to deserve you?"
"You're amazing," the French teen said, like a prayer, as he gently grabbed her wrist and led her hand to his erection, "Look w'at you do to moi. You turn me into a mess wizhout even trying."
Alice didn't respond, simply grabbing his erection and rubbing it through the denim, inexperienced. Her boyfriend wrapped her hand in a loose grip, leading the motion of her hand, whispering embarrassing encouragements in her ear; he sucked at her jaw right below her ear, her breath catching, and a blush blooming brighter across her face and down her neck. She swallowed audibly, "F-Francis, uhm, can we...I...can we go all the way this time?" Alice asked shyly, ducking her head and staring at Francis' chest rather than his face.
"Alice..." he breathed, tilting her chin up so that that he could look in her eyes, "You don't 'ave to if you don't want to."
"I-I know," she stuttered, embarrassed by the situation, "but I...I want to."
"I live to please you," Francis purred, kissing her sweetly. He flipped her over, so that she was lying on her back, and slowly removed her grey sweatpants and pink underwear with chibi panda heads on them, soon her neon green socks joined the pile of her clothes on the floor.
She squeezed her thighs together, her fingers twisting in his bed sheets self consciously. "C-Can you...I mean...Your jeans-?"
"Oui, give me a minute," he said, stumbling off the bed, "Zhese are zort of tight." The French teenager shimmied out of his jeans, casting aside his navy blue boxer briefs and cobalt blue socks with little pink flamingos on them. Now naked, he kneeled on the bed and gently parted Alice's thighs, leaning over her to suck at her nipples. She gasped, arching her back and clenching her fists harder in Francis' sheets; he ran the tip of his tongue around the puckered aireola, nipping at the tip before trailing nips and bruising kisses across her breast to her sternum, trailing his kisses down her stomach to her pussy.
"Francis, you don't have to! I mean, I know guys don't-."
"Shh, non, I want to do zhis for you," Francis said, his breath hitting her core and making Alice shiver. He massaged her thighs, using his index finger and thumb to push apart her lips and move aside her pubic hair; Francis ran his nose along her folds, inhaling the sharp scent of her pussy, his teeth grazing her clit, making her thighs quake beneath his hand and her breathing to quicken. When his tongue touched her entrance, her body tensed at the unfamiliar wet feeling, but she relaxed soon enough, allowing his tongue to penetrate the place where only fingers had been before. He buried his face in her core, his tongue slithering and eating her out with vigor.
Soon enough, Alice gave in to the sharp cries and gasps that fought to escape her lips, her hair gathering around her head, hips rolling up and her lips parting open in pleasure. Her fingers clenched in his hair, holding his head in place but allowing him to dive in deeper, his facial hair causing a pleasurable, tickling sensation that made her back arch and her lips to part. "F-Francis...!" Her thighs shook and she screamed as the pressure in her stomach exploded, her body tensing and her fingernails scraping against her boyfriend's scalp as she came, her juices soaking his tongue, running down his chin and smearing across his cheeks.
He pulled away, both of them panting and covered with a thin layer of sweat. "Mon cheri, you are a goddess," the French teen purred, licking her cum from around his lips before kissing his way up her stomach, leaving sticky marks in his wake. "Je t'aime, je t'aime..." His words were like prayers, whispered quietly and reverently.
"F-Francis..." she whispered shakily, wrapping her arms around his back and neck, "Please, I...can you...I mean...you can go inside..."
Their faces matched in brightness and he nodded, suddenly shy and nervous. "I...I -ok." Francis reached into his nightstand drawer, rummaging around until he found a condom, checking the expiration date before opening the packaging and sliding the condom on. "Ready?"
Alice nodded, "Y-You?"
"Oui," he said, voice shaking nervously as he grabbed her hips, angling his cock to her entrance and slowly, gently, pushing in.
She gasped sharply, grabbing his shoulders as she was stretched, something inside her popping as he slid himself all the way in.
"Did I 'urt you? Alice, I am zo zorry, I didn't -I mean -I didn't mean-."
"Shhh," the Brit hissed, fingers fumbling as she buried them in his hair, tugging him down until they were nose to nose, "I'm fine. Just...start already. Aren't you supposed to be from the nation of 'la amour' or some other shit like that?"
Francis chuckled, lovingly kissing her nose and cheeks. This playful banter was comfortable, giving the both of them a moment to quiet their nerves. "Oui, I am. But even a Frenchman eez weak in ze presence of zhe goddess of l'amour." Before she could respond, Francis began rocking his hips, gently at first, sliding his cock out before pushing it back in. It was pleasurable and she let out small gasps and whimpers of enjoyment that blended with Francis' groans and grunts. He picked up his pace until, with Alice's encouragement, he was slamming into her, whispering words in French and English that made Alice blush and her breath catch.
Just as her legs were beginning to go stiff, her hips and back aching from the position she was in -hands clutching at Francis' back, him hunched over her, her legs wrapped around his torso, hers arched up high in order to feel his chest hair against her nipples and his heart beat against her breasts -she felt his back tense and he groaned, his hips slowing as he came, having enough common sense when he was done to fall to the side before turning completely limp with satisfaction. They both panted and, just as Alice was about to get up to, maybe, help Francis remove his condom, the Frenchman gasped, sitting up quickly before pushing her back down on the bed. "Francis, you bloody-!"
"Non! I must clean up!" he said, demanded, firmly, standing up in all his naked glory, "I am a gentleman et I must take care of you, mon cher."
With a huff of false annoyance, Alice laid back down on the bed, watching Francis remove his condom, tie it and throw it in the waste basket in his room. "Thank you..." she said quietly.
Francis turned her way and smiled, waking over and giving her a gentle peck. "Let me go get a glass of water for you."
And so he left, leaving Alice to come to her senses, blushing at what she had just done, and trying to overcome the irrational fear that Francis would someone leave the house, leave her in the bed, alone.
They were in Francis' house, after all.
It wasn't long before Francis returned with a glass of water and, surprisingly, a damp rag.
"What's...what's that for?" she asked as her boyfriend put the glass of water on his nightstand before kneeling between her legs.
"To clean you," he said with a blush. Weary, she opened her legs but sat up on her elbows, watching as he wiped off the slickness between her thighs and blood. Just when she had noticed the smeared crimson on her skin, Francis did, too, and he paled. "I...I 'urt you..." the blonde whispered, eyes trained in between her legs, "I 'urt you...Mon Dieu, I 'urt you! Alice, d-desole! I didn't...I would never-! I didn't realize I 'ad been doing eet zo 'ard! I never...you're a virgin, I know zhat, but I never...you are zhe first...I should 'ave been more careful, Alice, I-!"
"No, no, no!" Alice said quickly, cupping his face in her hands, his beautiful blue eyes wet with unshed tears, "Francis, darling, you didn't hurt me! At all! You were amazing! Sometimes...sometimes virgins bleed. Not every single one but some do. It was to be expected. You didn't hurt me..." She kissed him, lovingly, slowly, meaningfully, "Don't regret what we did, Francis, because I don't." And she was shocked to find it was true. She felt...off, shocked, perhaps, but she wasn't remorseful.
"Alice...I love you..." he said, throat thick and words choked.
She nodded, stomach full of lead and heart clenched. "I know..." Alice said, pressing their foreheads together and kissing his nose, "I know." The Brit couldn't say it yet, did not yet know for sure, and Francis knew this and, somehow, he didn't mind. He simply nodded, smiled, and kissed her cheek before he cleaned her cum and blood from her thighs, gave her the glass of water to drink and they laid down, naked, beneath the sheets together.
Francis breathing grew steady and Alice slid closer to him, putting her head on his chest to listen to his heart beat. "Francis...I think I might love you, too. Or, at least, starting to."
She could've sworn his grip on her waist tightened.
WOW OK THAT'S FINISHED! Did I ever mention how sorry I am that it took me so long to fucking update?
Anywho I hoped you liked it! I promise I'll TRY and update faster. This is my senior year and I'm trying to do a lot of college crap and make something of myself *insert reluctant groan here*
ANyway have a good day! (evening? What ever your time zone thing is like!)
~kitty
