baise-moi
summary: vincent lets his body do the talking
pairing: marquis vincent de gramont x female reader
warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex (f receiving), body worship, vaginal fingering, PinV sex, secret relationship, allusions to dom/sub relationship, the mushiest romance i will probably ever write
word count: 4963 words
a/n: this fic got sweeter and sweeter the more i wrote it and is probably the closest i will ever get to bodice-ripper style but i had a blast so i don't care how OOC it gets. i am not responsible for your dentist bills.
also, also i included a couple of my own personal headcanons about vincent in here (ie, he knows how to do some very basic patching up of wounds from his days before he was the marquis)
tenez-moi | baise-moi
By the time Y/N had given up on trying to towel-dry her hair, the wound on her shoulder had started to bleed again. The adrenaline of the mission had completely worn off, and although the conversation she'd had with the Marquis - no, with Vincent - had put her mind completely at ease, there was still the issue of her bruised and bleeding body. It was getting harder and harder to lift her arm, and she'd only just managed to get dry and put a robe on before sitting in front of the vanity mirror to dry her hair.
The white silk had soaked through on the tops of her shoulders, while a red stain had bloomed on the front, the fabric sticking to her skin. Another gift that had been completely ruined. She sighed deeply as she peeled the silk off her shoulder and grabbed a towel to press against her shoulder firmly. The wound still stung when the soft cotton dug into it, making her wince and lose her grip on it, and the towel fluttered to the floor.
Had it been earlier in the night, she would have gone straight to a medic, but after being dragged into the bathroom with Vincent, she didn't want to see anyone else for a while. She just wanted to stay with him for the rest of the night, maybe even the whole of the next day, even if that meant crudely patching herself up. Her body simply had no energy left.
Just as she'd stiffly bent down to pick up the towel, her fingers brushed against Vincent's, appearing just as silently as he had before, crouched down beside her to pick it up himself. She let her eyes wander over his body, covered in a silk robe of his own, his hair still damp and dripping water onto his shoulders. He watched her back as he stood up, his tall frame extended, and his eyes drifted down to her shoulder, still weeping blood as the robe fell off it.
"You're still bleeding?" he said with a frown as he pressed the towel to the wound again, a lot firmer than she'd managed. "You should see a medic, chérie."
"No," Y/N said through a wince. "I'm fine with dressing it myself."
"I don't think you can, mon amour," Vincent said, and took the bloodied towel away from the wound, ignoring her glare. "If you struggled to wash your hair, then surely you can't bandage your own shoulder, non?"
She huffed and let him guide her to stand, her tired bones shaking with each movement and her head swimming from blood loss. Her knees buckled, making her stumble into him, her cheek colliding with his solid chest as her eyes squeezed shut. Thankfully, he caught her just before she slid to the floor, one of his arms hooking around her waist while his free hand rested on her hip, making sure to keep away from her shoulder.
She placed her hand on his chest to ground herself, her palm flat over his heart so she could feel its steady beat. His mere presence must have been some kind of special placebo, tricking her brain into thinking that her body was a lot better than it actually was. The static in her head disappeared, the room stopped spinning, the ringing in her ears quieted, and all that was left was him.
Her eyes fluttered open when she felt Vincent's fingers on her jaw, drawing her attention to him as he pulled her closer by the waist. The slight churning of her stomach settled when she met his gaze, those incredible green eyes almost hypnotising as he looked at her tenderly, just a hint of concern there.
It was hard to believe that this was the same man she killed for, who had pinned men to tables with a knife through the hand, who was known for being cruel and struck fear into so many people throughout Paris. And yet he was the same man who looked at her like she was the whole world, and would touch her so softly, as if he was afraid that she would break.
This wasn't the man she'd met long ago. That man would take her to his chambers to roughly use her body and then toss her aside like a used toy, just like his many other dalliances. But she didn't want him back; she wanted the man who stood in front of her now.
"Are you alright, chérie?" Vincent asked softly, tenderly brushing his thumb across her bruised cheekbone.
"I'm fine," she said, not daring to take her eyes or hands off him. "I just need to rest."
"Allez, let me bandage your shoulder."
Y/N had no energy left to fight and let him carefully lift her onto the counter, her back facing the mirror while her legs hung off the edge. She fought the voice in her head that told her to wrap her legs around his waist and keep her close to him, knowing that she needed him to patch her up before she could get some well-deserved rest. Her eyes never left him as he crossed to the other side of the grand bathroom to find some bandages his staff had stashed away for him.
She could see that there was a thin layer of dust on the green box, the kit having not been used in a long time, thanks to Vincent's employment of some of the best medics in Paris. Her shoulder had stopped bleeding so profusely, being just a jagged line of moist skin instead of a gory mess, but it still stung when he cleaned it with an antiseptic wipe.
Y/N bit down hard on her lower lip, her fists clenching in her robe as he closed the wound with adhesive strips. Her body started to shake again, no matter how much she tried to sit still, and she screwed her eyes shut as a tear rolled down her cheek and a whine escaped her mouth, no longer able to hold her emotions back. Vincent stayed quiet as he pressed a gauze pad to the strips and wound a scratchy roll of fabric around her shoulder, making sure to secure it tightly.
As soon as he noticed her tears, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to his chest, one hand cradling her head while the other slowly stroked her back. Her robe had fallen to hang around her waist, her chest and upper arms exposed to him, but she didn't want to cover herself up.
"Mon amour," Vincent crooned in her ear as he pulled her body closer to him, closing any gaps between them. "Ne pleure pas."
Y/N didn't feel like crying. She didn't want to cry.
Crying was a sign of weakness, and she couldn't be weak. Not for herself, and certainly not for him. But her entire being had been in so much pain that she couldn't help it. All she could do was silently let her tears soak his robe until the dull throbbing in her shoulder faded away to nothing.
"Sorry," she mumbled into his shoulder. "I don't know why I'm crying."
"No need for apologies, chérie." Vincent loosened his hold on her and pulled back slightly to kiss her forehead. "But please, no more tears."
Y/N sat up again, her head raised so she could see him towering over her. She should have been frightened of him, but the way he looked at her like she was the whole world made her feel safe. Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt him stroke her cheek, his fingers wiping under her eyes before he took her face in his hands and gently pulled her to him.
Her breath caught slightly when she felt his lips brush against hers, grounding and teasing her slightly before softly kissing her. Softer than he’d ever kissed her. She’d been used to more bruising kisses, or simply not being kissed at all, that feeling him be so tender with her came as a complete surprise.
Melting into his touch, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her close to her body, letting him press her against the mirror as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her free hand reached up to tangle in his hair, while her injured arm gingerly held her weight up as she returned his kisses, letting her tongue dance with his. He tasted like sugar, champagne, and something uniquely him that she couldn't get enough of. She kissed him like she was drowning, and he was her life force, never wanting to part from him, no matter how much her lungs screamed and cried.
Y/N managed to catch her breath when Vincent broke away from her lips and attached his mouth to her neck, gently kissing there as his hands skimmed down her body. His fingertips ghosted over old scars from past missions, making her shiver and expose more of her neck to him so he could trail his mouth down her throat, leaving tiny bites where he could and soothing them with his tongue.
Her body started to tingle with each kiss and each pass of his hands, the space between her legs warming and dampening when his hands found her breasts and caressed them softly. A soft moan escaped her mouth when he kissed behind her ear and teased her nipples with his thumbs, her clit starting to swell and throb with each movement. She sighed as her hips started to roll into nothing.
"You want more, chérie?" he husked in her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin.
"Oui, Monsieur," she mewled breathlessly.
“No,” he said, his voice low as he continued to kiss and caress her. “I already told you. Not now.”
"Please, Vincent. Please touch me more.”
“C’est mieux.”
His fingers drifted to the front of her robe, which still hung around her waist and tugged on the tie to pull it open, fully exposing her to him. She noticed a slight blush dust the tops of his cheeks as he looked at her, drinking in the sight of her naked body and letting his eyes leisurely roam over her.
"I'll never tire of seeing you like this, ma belle," he purred as he ran his fingers along her thighs, skirting closer and closer to her core and making her clench around nothing. "Un si beau corps…"
She sighed when he kissed down her neck again, lips trailing over her shoulders and collarbones as he brought his hands back to her breasts, caressing them softly until her nipple stood hard and her legs slid open on their own. Had this happened earlier in their relationship, she would have been conscious of the many scars littering her body, but the way he kissed and caressed each one of them put her at ease, as if he was using his mouth to thank her for all the work she'd done for him.
Just as her eyes had fluttered closed, she felt his soft lips on one of her breasts, kissing the soft fullness before reaching her nipple. Her back arched as his tongue darted out to slowly lick it, dragging across the bud before circling it, keeping it hard so he could take it into his warm, wet mouth and gently suck on it. Y/N felt like a bolt of electricity had coursed through her body, making her sit up straighter and open her legs just a little more so he could have access to her.
"Vincent," she whined as he continued to lavish her breasts with attention, his mouth switching from one to the other as his fingers trailed closer and closer to where she wanted him the most. "Please touch me."
"I am touching you, chérie," he teased, his voice vibrating against her skin. "But it's not here where you want my fingers, is it?”
Y/N pressed her lips together to suppress another whine, only for her breath to catch in her throat when his fingers finally found her clit. They dragged leisurely up and down her folds, gathering her wetness and spreading it around.
Just when she thought he was about to plunge his fingers inside her, Vincent drew them away from her. She opened her eyes to see where he’d gone and was greeted by the sight of him sucking her arousal from his fingers.
“Délicieuse,” he purred once they were clean. “But I want it from the source.”
Y/N felt her whole body blush and more arousal flood out of her as he leaned forward to kiss her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She moaned into his mouth when the tartness of her arousal spread over her tongue and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer to her. His silk robe was cool against her bare cunt as he ground against her, his hard cock hidden by the fabric as they moved together.
Just as soon as he'd kissed her, he'd wrapped his arms around her body and lifted her off the counter to carry her into the bedroom, his mouth barely leaving hers. She would have let Vincent fuck her on the bathroom counter; she was so desperate to have him, but a part of her was grateful that he'd decided to take her to bed instead. After the night she had, she really needed to be horizontal.
The mattress was soft under her body when Vincent tossed her onto it, the sheets cool and smooth against her bare skin. She watched him through hooded eyes as he approached the end of the bed and leaned over her, holding himself up with his left arm while he tenderly trailed a finger along her jaw and down her neck. His eyes were soft as he looked at her before kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, and trailed down her neck and chest.
Y/N sighed in pleasure when she felt his hand on her breast again as he continued to kiss down her body, bringing his mouth to her nipple again to suck on, warming her body up again before switching to the other.
"Tu es belle," he breathed into her skin, leaving one longer kiss over her heart before travelling further down her body. "Ma belle fille…"
Y/N laced her fingers in his damp hair and held him close to her chest, relishing in how his gentle breaths tickled her skin as he ran his fingertips up and down her sides. Her body felt like it was burning with desire for him. There was nothing she wanted more than to be close to him like this, to have the chance to enjoy how he touched her and made her feel.
But in that moment of holding him, a thought dawned on her: when did he start acting like this?
They'd been 'involved' for almost two years, and while she'd come to expect the Marquis to be rough and dominant with her, Vincent had started to treat her so sweetly so gradually that she'd barely even noticed. Even if it took him confessing his feelings for her to truly realise that he cared for her in more than a sexual way, while she would still enjoy his dominant side, she couldn't say that this change was an unwelcome one.
"Can I tell you something, mon amour?" Vincent asked, his voice vibrating against her skin. Y/N nodded, wondering if he'd read her mind. "The night that I knew was exactly like this. When I'd been ambushed by some vauriens, shot in the leg, you dragged me to the medic and refused to leave my side, no matter how much I tried to push you away."
Y/N remembered that night well. His blood on her hands and the sheer fear in her heart.
She'd been so scared that Vincent was going to die, she wasn't prepared to let go of him even after the medic had cauterised the wound and told her that he was going to live; she wouldn't leave him. She didn't care that she could see how terrified she was for him, whether he saw it as a sign of weakness or not.
"That was the night I first told you," she said, her voice soft as she stroked his hair. "When I told you I love you."
"I couldn't say it then, but that was when I knew that I loved you, too." He crawled up her body to kiss her lips, softly and sweetly. "Tu as mon cœur pour toujours."
"You have mine too," she whispered against his lips. "You always have."
She whined when he pulled away from her, only for her breath to escape her lungs in a soft moan when she felt his fingers slide through her folds again.
"As much as I'd love to just whisper sweet nothings to you all night, there is still something that I want," Vincent purred in her ear, leaving a kiss behind it before sliding down her body to settle between her legs.
Y/N watched as he pushed her legs open, his large hands on her thighs, and his eyes dilated when he finally saw her bare pussy. She could feel her arousal drip out of her as he gazed at her and licked his lips in anticipation. Her inner muscles clenched as he kissed her inner thighs, and each agonising second passed, more of her arousal dripping out of her until he finally ran his tongue up her slit to catch it.
A soft moan escaped her throat as her head fell back onto the mattress and her eyes drifted closed when he kissed her clit, capturing it between his lips and making sure his tongue brushed against it before running it through her folds again. That tongue - that cruel, wicked tongue - made her see stars as he licked and sucked at her clit, taking his time drawing her pleasure out of her.
“You taste so sweet, chérie,” he mumbled into her wet cunt. “Like sugar.”
"Vincent," she breathed as she tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged on it. "Fuck…"
"Patience, mon amour. We'll get to do that too."
Y/N let herself melt into the soft mattress beneath her as he continued to ravish her pussy, the lewd sounds of his tongue lapping at her and his lips sucking her the only sound to be heard other than her breathy moans. She tried to keep as still as she possibly could, but her hips seemed to have a mind of their own, rolling into Vincent's mouth with each lick until her inner muscles started to clench and her back arched.
"Getting close?" he purred into her hot flesh, his voice vibrating through her core. "Are you really that desperate?"
Y/N could only whine in response as she felt his fingers slide inside her, stretching her walls deliciously as he moved them inside her. Slowly rocking his fingers, he latched onto her clit and gently sucked on it, making her clench around his fingers until he found her sweet spot and curled his fingers into it.
A cry of surprise flew from her mouth as a bolt of electricity coursed through her body, making her stomach tie itself into a knot and her back arch. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her jaw went slack, and she let herself give in to his touches, feeling herself climb higher and higher into the throes of pleasure as he continued to curl his fingers into her sweet spot and suck on her clit.
"Vincent," she panted. "Vincent, I'm close."
"Let go for me, chérie," he purred into her, her hard clit twitching against his lips. "Let me feel you."
Y/N felt herself clench around his fingers harder and harder with each curl and thrust, her head swimming as she reached her peak. The knot in her stomach snapped and her body came alight, fire burning in her core and spreading to her limbs. She heard herself cry his name and her fingers pulled his hair but she felt like she was far away from that, losing herself in her climax until she floated back down to earth, her lungs burning and her body twitching on the mattress. Something made the mattress dip on either side of her, and she slowly opened her eyes to see Vincent looking down at her, his expression soft and his lips glistening with her arousal.
"Are you alright, mon amour?" he said softly as he stroked her face with his fingers.
Y/N nodded, her head still swimming from her orgasm as she pulled the tie open on his robe, forcing it to hang open and expose his body to her. The smooth fabric was cool as it brushed against her skin and she trailed her fingers down his solid chest, feeling each relaxed muscle as she went lower and lower until she reached his hard cock and took him in her hand, using the tips of her fingers to tease and make him shiver.
"Vincent," she purred as she snaked her free hand around his neck and pulled him closer to her. "Fuck me."
Vincent didn't respond, only pressed his lips to hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth. The taste of her arousal flooded her mouth and she moaned into his lips as she kissed him back. She whined when he broke away from her to help her shuffle back on the mattress to lay her head on the pillows and pushed the robe from his shoulders, leaving it discarded on the bed.
He wrapped his arms around her body as he lay between her spread legs, and rolled his hips into hers, running the length of his cock through her drenched folds as a soft sigh escaped his lips. The tip easily slid inside her and her toes curled when he opened her up again, his length filling her until her eyes rolled back and she moaned in pleasure.
"Ta chatte es incroyable," Vincent sighed as he leisurely rolled his hips into hers. "Parfaite."
Y/N hummed in pleasure as she adjusted to the feeling of him slowly sliding in and out of her, her sweet spot still sensitive and swollen from being played with. She gazed at his face as he set a steady pace, not too fast or slow, watching as his face relaxed and his eyes softened. Her hand drifted along his shoulder and up the side of his neck, her fingers grazing along his warm skin as she felt his muscles relax under her touch before taking his face in her palm and drawing him closer to her.
Vincent eagerly accepted her kiss, his hips briefly faltering as he let her take the lead, tangling her tongue with his as she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips up into him. Her lips parted when she felt the head of his cock brush into her sweet spot, the change in angle giving him better access to her. A soft moan drifted out of her mouth as her head fell back onto the pillow and Vincent buried his face in the crook of her neck, leaving soft kisses on her warm skin.
The pace was kept slow, as if he was just enjoying the feeling of her body around his instead of chasing his high. Y/N felt like she was floating through a cloud as she melted into his body and relished the feeling of him slowly moving inside her, his skin brushing against hers and his lips on her neck as his breath lightly tickled her. She'd already been claimed as his long ago, but this felt like she was truly being told that she was his and he was hers.
It wasn't just sex, it was love.
The night before had been completely forgotten; no more thoughts of missions and blood, of being disrespected by Vincent's staff, all that was left was how his strong arms felt as they cradled her body, and how he made her feel like her heart was on fire.
Just as Y/N felt herself start to clench around him, she unwound one of his arms from her body and brought his hand to her face, his fingers splayed across her jaw and his thumb resting on her lips. Her tongue snaked out to gently lick it before she took it into her mouth, getting it wet enough for him before removing it and taking it down to her clit, not needing to be told what she wanted.
"Vincent," she whined as he started to rub her clit in slow circles. "Vincent, please make me cum."
"I could listen to you say my name forever, ma chérie," he purred as he raised his head to rest his forehead against hers. "I think I like it more than when you call me Monsieur."
She moaned his name into his mouth again before letting her head fall back and her back arched, her cunt clenching harder and harder around him and her clit twitching under her thumb. The knot in her stomach returned, tighter than it was before, and her body cried out to her for release, burning brighter and brighter until she came alight again. Her legs tightened around his waist as she clamped down on him for the second time that night, his name bouncing off the marble walls as her cunt pulsed around him, drawing his own climax from him.
Vincent crashed his lips against hers as he spilt inside her, muffling his own sounds of pleasure until he pulled back to breathe again. He stilled as he caught his breath, his face flushed and his chest heaving until he slowly pulled out of her and flopped down on top of her, his body completely spent.
"I have never cum like that in my life," he panted with a laugh, his breath tickling her neck. "Merci, mon amour.”
“I should be thanking you,” Y/N said as he rolled off of her and pulled her back into his arms.
“It's true what they say, sex feels better when you’re in love.” Vincent softly kissed her forehead and let his lips linger on her skin. “But I will say, you may not be stupid but there must be something wrong with you to fall for a man like me.”
“Vincent, I fell for you because you’re the first lover to treat me like a human being. It wasn't always like that, but I would never want to go back to being treated like a toy. I love you, Vincent, and if that's wrong then I'm fine with being wrong.”
"I like that about you, ma chérie," he whispered against her lips. "I love that about you."
Y/N eagerly accepted his kiss, the taste of herself still lingering on his tongue as he kissed her, and her fingers tangled in his hair so she could hold him closer to her. She'd almost forgotten about her injured shoulder when the bandage made it difficult for her to use her arm, her movements stiff.
"How is your shoulder?" Vincent asked, trying to get a look at it. A speck of blood could be seen on the white gauze, but not enough for either of them to be alarmed.
"It's fine," Y/N said as she brushed his fingers away from her shoulder and rested her head on his chest. "I'll get it looked at properly later."
Vincent hummed and pulled the bedsheet from under him to drape over them both. The room was still dark, the only light coming from the bathroom where the light had been left on and the window. But Y/N didn't mind, she was happy to just be in her love's arms.
"Will you stay?" Y/N asked after a while, Vincent stroking her hair and skin as she listened to his heartbeat slow down and even out.
"I have a meeting at noon today, chérie," Vincent said as he twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. She turned her face up to meet his gaze and made sure to give him her best puppy eyes. "A very important meeting."
"More important than me?"
She noticed a gleam in his eye as a sly smile broke out across his face. He pulled her closer to him, his nose brushing against hers as her warm body moulded into his.
"Are you saying that you expect me to clear my entire schedule just to stay in bed with you?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that I expect you to, but I would like you to."
Tenderly, he held her chin and pressed his lips to hers, affection for her radiating through his motions.
"I would like that too, ma belle. Try to sleep, you need your rest."
But Y/N didn't want to sleep; she wanted to stay awake as long as she could just to be with him and feel his body surrounding her. The sun had just started to rise over the Parisian skyline, and while she would have normally gotten out of bed to close the curtains, she stayed in Vincent’s arms, letting the light warm her face as she watched it dance over his skin.
He looked almost angelic, the light making him glow as her eyes got fuzzier and fuzzier, and sleep dragged her into its clutches.
She wasn't sure if she heard right, but she swore she heard one last murmur of affection from him before drifting into a restful slumber.
Dors bien, mon amour.
