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Butcher had given you the job of watching over the base, which was clearly just an excuse to have you not tag along on their missions. In all honesty, you didn't mind it. It was nice getting some time to yourself, as you heard the door swing open you slammed your computer shut. You cocked an eyebrow as you noticed it was Frenchie.
"Hey, what are you doing back so early?" You asked, pushing yourself off the chair. You made your way over to Frenchie, but the closer you got the more you caught onto how pissed he was.
"not staying for long, mon coeur." He walked past you, making his way over to a desk. He rummaged through it, seemingly looking for something. He was getting more and more frustrated as he struggled to find exactly what he was looking for. His anger finally reached a boiling point and he slammed a fist on the table, he sighed and sat down on the desk.
You made your way over to him, placing a hand on his back.
"You okay?" You questioned, your fingernails tracing his spine which made Frenchie shutter.
"I-I'm fine. It's just Butcher is stressing me out, that's all." Frenchie leaned into your touch, the comfort he was getting from your touch gave you an idea.
You gulped, closed your eyes, and leaned forward. Gently pressing your lips against Frenchies, his eyes widened for a second but he almost immediately accepted the kiss. He figured that Butcher could wait a couple more minutes. The kiss went from gentle to rough in the matter of seconds, his tongue slipping past your lips and eagerly exploring your mouth. His hands went to your hips, helping you onto his lap. You broke the kiss, gasping for air as you look at him with half lidded eyes. You figured since Frenchie was in a hurry you didn't wanna stall any longer, you pushed yourself off his lap and you got on your knees. Frenchie smiled as he realized what you were doing, he spread his legs apart so you could undo his pants easier.
You eagerly yanked his pants down, pulling his boxers down with them. You took Frenchies half-erect cock into your dominant hand, giving it slow, teasing pumps. Frenchie let out a few soft mewls, his cock slowly hardening in your grip. You lowered your head down, dragging your tongue up the tip teasingly slow.
"Fuck, mon coeur." Frenchie grunted, looking down at you.
You gave his tip a few more teasing licks before parting your lips, fully taking his tip into your mouth. While your mouth went to work on the tip, your dominant hand gave the base quick pumps, meanwhile your other hand fondled his balls. Frenchie gripped the edge of the table, biting his lip as he tried to keep all of his sounds in. You looked up at him, your lips curling into a smile as you continued to bob your head up and down the head of his cock.
"Please-." He whined. "Please take me in your mouth, all the way."
You felt pity for Frenchie, so you complied with his orders. Taking your hands away and using your mouth only, you slowly took him all the way into your mouth. A choke and a gag echoing throughout the room as his tip hit the back of your throat, you looked up at Frenchie, heat pooled in-between your legs as you saw him look into your eyes. You jumped a tad bit as you felt both of his hands grab the sides of your head.
"Please, mon amour." He pleaded, his fingers getting a good grip on your hair. "Let me fuck your pretty throat."
You nodded your head, and as soon as you did that Frenchie began to thrust in and out of your mouth.
The amount of chokes and gags in the room previously multiplied as Frenchie's cock abused your throat, saliva ran down your chin as you drooled all over the frenchmans cock. Your eyes watered as Frenchie took his cock all the way out to the tip and then all the way back in. Your once neat mascara now running down your cheeks.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum." He grunted out in between thrusts, you noticed his thrusts getting increasingly more sloppy as he slowly approached his orgasm.
"Fuck, mon coeur!" Frenchie slammed his cock all the way down, his cum filling your mouth. Each rope getting its own thrust as he slowly came down from his high. You both stayed like that for awhile, until Frenchie snapped out of his lustful trance. He looked down at you as he slowly slid his cock out of your mouth, he tapped your cheek with two fingers, motioning for you to open your mouth.
You followed his orders, opening up and to his surprise your mouth was completely lacking any of his cum.
"Oh la la, I didn't even need to tell you to swallow."
You got back up on your feet, pressing your lips against Frenchie, but sadly, your kiss was quickly interrupted as the door opened.
"Frenchie, Butcher told me to come che- oh my god!" Hughie quickly slammed the door shut, leaving you and Frenchie alone and a bit ashamed. It was rather quiet until Frenchie broke the silence.
"Thanks for that, but I gotta get going now." He quickly pulled his pants back up, just as he was about to make his way out he planted a small, loving kiss on your cheek.